BBB-407 Cherry Busting Brother
by L. K. Madding


Chapter 1

Cathy Jones, walking home from school, felt a secret tingle in her 
pussy.

She had done something at lunch time she shouldn't have done, and now 
she was busily trying to hide the knowledge of it from herself.

"Another day, another night of study," she muttered to herself.

Lost in her thoughts, she wasn't aware of the heads she turned.

She was only fourteen years old, but she was a traffic-stopper.

Her youthful hips swayed in a lilting rhythm from side to side, as she 
walked. She was everything a man could dream of in the wettest of 
dreams!

Her body was almost fully developed. Her legs were already well-formed 
and shapely. Her blonde hair shone in the late afternoon sunlight like 
molten gold. Her green eyes sparkled with the young enthusiasm and the 
happiness of childhood, just merging into womanhood.

Her lips were beautifully heart-shaped, and full, sensual.

Her breasts were perfect mounds on a well-shaped chest, and the 
swelling of her young bosom curved downward into a trim waist, and then 
burgeoned out again into the delicate swell of her firm, well-rounded 
hips.

She had thought she wasn't interested in a man. She was too busy 
studying, trying to get good marks, trying to get ahead. She wanted a 
scholarship to college.

She tried very hard to think of the homework she had to do that night.

What kept coming to her mind was the boy who had seduced her in the 
library during lunch hour.

She felt the juices gushing from her young honey pot, staining her 
panties as she walked. Already, the inner flesh of her thighs was quite 
dewy from the effluence of her pussy.

Cathy was still a virgin, but she had almost lost it.

She shivered as she remembered the boy's hot hands, as they slipped 
under her blouse, and cupped her bare breasts. Even as she thought of 
it, Cathy's nipples puckered.

And then he had put his hand up under her skirt, and snaked his eager 
fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. He had pried one of 
his fingers between her plump white outer lips, dabbled in her pink wet 
inner flesh.

Cathy trembled again. She felt uncomfortable.

She felt hot and cold at the same time. She also felt scared.

She shouldn't have done it, but she did.

Not only had she let the boy touch her like that, she had let him put 
her hand on his great, throbbing bulge. Her palm tingled still with the 
heat she had felt.

On rather shaky knees, Cathy walked up the steps to her house, and let 
herself in.

"Hello, Cathy," her father said, as she walked into the house. He was 
sitting in the living room, as usual, reading the evening newspaper.

"Hi, Daddy. I'm fine."

Cathy went up to her father and kissed him hello.

"How was your day in school."

Again Cathy felt that strange shiver course through her body. She had 
to leave the room. She had to go up and finish what that boy had 
started.

She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at her father.

"Oh, Daddy, you know ..."

"No, I don't know," her father said, grinning at her with an adult's 
amusement at the vagaries of a child. "Suppose you tell me."

"Oh, Daddy, nothing!" Cathy gasped. She turned abruptly, leaving her 
bemused father to wonder what adolescent upheaval had caused this 
recent aberration.

She went to the kitchen, to greet her mother.

Her home life was excellent, and Cathy appreciated it. Her parents were 
loving, caring people, and she had learned well the lessons that 
familial love teaches.

"How was school, dear?" her mother said, accepting her daughter's kiss.

"Oh, you know, Mom," Cathy said. "Same old shit."

"Cathy!" her mother exclaimed in mild rebuke, "your language, honey."

"Sorry, Mom," she responded.

Cathy hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, leaving her mother as 
bemused as she had left her father.

She ascended the stairs to her room, walked in and closed the door.

Then she could let go. She felt the flush of passion rise on her fair 
young cheek, felt her chest heaving with her labored breathing.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, bringing her hand down to cup her inflamed muff. A 
gush of cream poured out of her tight little hole, and made her fingers 
sticky. Her pants were a soggy mess, had been all day!

Cathy took her clothes off, her hands trembling with the incredible 
passion which had possessed her. She stared in the mirror, at her 
incredibly beautiful body.

She reached down with her hand, and covered her lightly-furred muff. 
She jumped at the hot contact of her hand with her pussy meat.

Sitting down in front of the full-length mirror, Cathy stared at 
herself frigging herself. She spread her legs wide, raising her knees 
slightly.

She saw the pink inner flesh of her twat blossom outward. The tiny 
little pin-prick of darkness, indicating her virginal tunnel oozed with 
her creamy white juices.

Watching herself, enamored of herself, she rubbed her hand up and down, 
covering her twitching pussy meat with her soft white palm. She felt 
her clitoris jump under the soft pressure of her demanding hand.

"Ooooh!" she gasped, leaning back a little. Her hand was quickly 
covered with the syrup which flowed lavishly from her cunt.

Her hand started to move up and down, faster and faster. Her breathing 
got raspy and shallow as the lust built. Cathy thought that her insides 
were going to melt in the fever of her passion.

She pried one finger into her dripping love hole, and felt her cuntal 
muscles clutching at the pumping finger. She drove her finger in and 
out of her twitching pussy faster and faster.

Her breasts swelled, as her whole body became bloated with her passion. 
She saw the thin trickle of sweat, which flowed downward in the fleshy 
valley between her gorgeous jugs.

She rubbed faster and faster. The pussy meat swelled more and more, and 
it throbbed with a tom-tom rhythm which drove Cathy crazy.

Pretty soon, she watched her hips rippling as her muscles contracted 
rhythmically with her growing excitement.

"Ohhh!" she moaned. Her body pitched forward slightly, and her hips 
humped quickly up and down on the floor, as she braced herself by 
pressing the soles of her feet into the carpet.

She was coming! She had needed this orgasm desperately all day. She had 
needed it when she woke up. She needed it even more when that boy had 
breathed on her face in passionate moist breaths, and stuck his fingers 
into her aching twat.

"Eech!" she squealed, as the orgasm which had rumbled deep in her cunt 
started to spread outward in hot waves, until her whole body was 
convulsed with the delicious delirium. Cathy's tightly closed eyes 
revealed a wild fireworks display, as her orgasm peaked, and then 
started to fade away.

She gasped, and her green eyes fluttered open. She saw the dark stain 
on the carpet from her pussy cream, and grinned wryly at it.

Her whole body still tingled from the sweet orgasm which had flowed 
through her. But it wasn't enough.

More and more, Cathy knew it wasn't enough. She was desperate to get 
her cherry popped. She really wanted to feel a thick, big cock stuffing 
that tiny little hole, giving her the same sensations as her little 
finger, but even more intense.

She got up on rubbery legs, and put her clothes back on. She wiped up 
the stain on the rug, and started to tackle her homework until supper.

That night, Cathy, lying on the bed studying math, came across a 
puzzling problem that she couldn't solve. She got out of bed, and 
padded to the door, thinking her father could help her.

She went downstairs to the living room, thinking they might be watching 
television or listening to music.

But they weren't there.

Cathy was puzzled. It was still early, and her parents didn't usually 
go to bed early. She checked the kitchen, which was also empty, and 
then went upstairs.

They must have gone to bed early, but if they did, Cathy was still 
puzzled. They had left all the lights on.

She approached the door of her parents' bedroom. And she heard voices. 
She stopped. There was something different about their voices tonight.

Were they quarreling?

She crept closer to the door, intent on eavesdropping. If anything were 
wrong, Cathy wanted to know about it.

She put her ear to the door and listened. And then she heard laughter.

"Ohhh, oh, no, you big brute. What on earth are you doing?"

Cathy's frown deepened. It was her mother's voice. It sounded 
different, almost as if she were frightened of something, but still, 
Cathy didn't think she was scared.

"I'm going to fuck you until you come out of your ears!"

Cathy trembled and her pussy creamed wildly. Her father was fucking her 
mother. Cathy had to watch. She had never seen anyone fucking, and she 
needed to learn about it.

Her mother's moan was low, guttural. Cathy slowly turned the knob of 
the door, and opened it, peering in. The bed was against the wall, and 
afforded Cathy a clear view of what was going on.

She gasped, and shivered. Her father was naked, and so was her mother. 
Her mother had spread her legs. Cathy saw her pussy meat clearly. Her 
mother had a ripe, beautiful figure. Cathy took after her.

The only difference was that her mother's cunt was bigger, and it was 
covered with a gleaming bush of thick, blonde hair.

Cathy's eyes widened when she saw her father's prick.

"Oh, no," she whispered to herself, not even conscious that she was 
articulating the words aloud, "it couldn't be that big. That would kill 
me!"

Shivering with a pleasurable fear, Cathy watched her father get on top 
of her mother. His buttocks were very, very muscular, his long, lean 
frame glistened with sweat.

She saw his balls dangling between his legs, as he placed his mammoth 
prick against her mother's glistening pink meat. Cathy thought she 
would faint with the hot excitement that coursed through her young 
body.

She saw his massive shaft start to disappear, as he plunged it into her 
mother's cunt.

"Oooh, unh! That feels so good," her mother gasped. "Oh, Bob, put it 
all the way in, ooh!"

The words her mother was crooning made Cathy's ears sing with the blood 
that rushed to her head. She had never known her mother could talk so 
wildly.

Her father's muscular buttocks started to rise in the air, and Cathy 
saw his thick stick appear. Now it was glistening, coated with her 
mother's pussy syrup.

Cathy's breath came in quick puffy gasps. Her hand reached down into 
her pajama bottoms, and she began to rub her own pussy meat.

"Oh, Bob, it feels so fucking good. Oh, faster, Bob, faster. Oh, Bob, I 
want to come."

Her mother's hips started to hump upward, as her father's dick 
disappeared again into the creamy depths of her mother's hole.

"Hang on, darling, I'll make you come," her father said. His buttocks 
rose high in the air, and then came down, as he drove his cock, like a 
pile-driver in and out of her mother's dark hole.

"Remember the first time, darling?" her mother gasped. Cathy watched 
her mother's arms snake around her father's neck, as he drove his cock 
with increasing speed in and out of her mother's cunt.

Cathy remembered the story. She had heard her mother, talking to some 
of her friends over drinks one night, when her father was working late.

As she rubbed her hand over her pussy, she visualized it, the way her 
mother told it. Lots of the women told stories that night, but Cathy 
thought her mother's story was the sexiest.

They were both teenagers, still in high school, and they were both 
fairly well-off.

They had come from conservative backgrounds, but apparently they had 
hit it off on their first date.

On their second date, they had gone to the movies. They hadn't wanted 
to part company. Her father had suggested a walk in the park, and 
Cathy's mother had said yes, readily.

It was an unusually warm evening and there was not a soul in the park. 
Being bold but little scared at the same time, Bob had kissed her, and 
Cathy's mother had responded ardently.

Their mouths had met hungrily, their eagerness intensified by the fact 
that what they were doing was forbidden. Sparks flew when they kissed.

Her father, Bob, had started to explore her body, the way the boy had 
explored Cathy's that very afternoon. It was the story of her mother's 
first time that had driven Cathy to allow the boy the liberties he 
took.

She had allowed his hands to wander all over her breasts, and then down 
over her waist, her hips, and her lovely rounded ass cheeks.

They knew they were going to go all the way.

Scared that someone might come, they didn't strip. June, Cathy's 
mother, raised her skirt up to her hips, and Bob pulled off her 
panties. Then her father had taken his cock out of his fly.

Her father had entered her mother's pussy gently. It had hurt a little, 
since she was a virgin. Her mother had begged her father to break her 
hymen, and he had.

Cathy, her eyes blurred with the lust which bloated her, stared at her 
father. He was now humping her faster and faster. Her mother was 
moaning wildly.

Her mother's hips moved wildly, and her father's dick was making funny 
wet sucking sounds. The sounds only caused Cathy's hand to move faster 
and faster over her little virginal pussy meat.

She was jealous. She wanted to have a man pumping her full of his scum, 
wanted to feel a man's dick spreading her cunt hole wide.

Her mother's body heaved insanely under her father's humping body.

"Ohhh, Bob, keep it up. Oh, it's like heaven darling."

Cathy's face screwed up as the lust became stronger and stronger, a 
force not to be denied.

"Yeah!" Cathy's father gasped. "I'm going to come, June. I'm going to 
come."

"Oh, do, darling. Come. Ohh, I'm going to come, too!"

Cathy's mother did start to come. Cathy recognized the spastic motions, 
the sudden wild flurry of activity. Her mother's limbs thrashed wildly 
on the bed, her arms clutched greedily around her husband's neck.

Then her father grunted, and he started to come. Cathy was fascinated 
with the way his ass muscles rippled when he drove his cock deep into 
her mother's cunt.

Soon, both of them collapsed, breathing noisily, clutching each other. 
Cathy gritted her teeth, and her body jumped and twitched like a puppet 
on tangled strings, as her rubbing hand brought her own pussy into 
delicious tumult.

She felt her face get red, as she held her breath, to prevent herself 
from crying out with the hot, searing pleasure which filled her.

Then she relaxed.

She peered into the room again. Her mother's eyes were closed in post-
orgasmic bliss, but they had to open soon. After all, her mother had 
left all the lights on downstairs.

Slowly, cautiously, Cathy closed the door and went back to her room.

Cathy's mother had admitted to her girlfriends, the night that Cathy 
eavesdropped, that was the night her older brother Jimmy was conceived.

Cathy had been born two years later.

In her room once more, she tried to study. But she was too hot and 
horny. She couldn't. She felt the need to frig herself again.

"You're gonna go crazy!" she said to herself in the mirror.

She couldn't believe the wild tumult that coursed through her.

Cathy walked away from the mirror, with her cunt itching, and went back 
to her studying.

About an hour later, she heard her brother come in. She gasped.

What bothered her the most was, did she close her parents' door? She 
was pretty sure she had, but she decided to check.

If her brother caught her checking, she could always tell him she was 
going down to raid the refrigerator.

She walked cautiously out of her room, and down the hall to her 
parents' room. Good, she thought, she had closed the door.

The noises behind the door still had the same wild sound.

Could they have really kept it up that long?

Cathy couldn't resist it. Listening carefully, she heard her brother's 
footsteps going toward the kitchen.

He was going to raid the refrigerator himself, which would keep him 
busy for awhile. Cathy opened the door again, and this time she gasped.

As she looked wide in awe, she saw her mother's legs wide apart, her 
knees raised. Her father was between her mother's legs, and he was 
munching on her pussy.

Cathy had no idea that it could be done. She remembered once having 
tried to lick her own pussy, but she couldn't get her head down between 
her legs.

Her father's tongue made wet sucking noises as it probed into her 
mother's womanhood. Cathy felt the desperate rush of pleasure course 
through her.

She felt as if her house were reeking with sex, which was no help to 
the over-active, ardent young teenager.

Even her brother suddenly appeared to be an attractive possibility to 
the desperate Cathy.

Her mother was still moaning sexily.

"Oh, your tongue, Bob, it feels so good, ohh, lick it, honey. Lick my 
snatch."

As Cathy watched through the partially opened door, she saw her 
father's tongue licking up his wife's juices. He seemed to enjoy doing 
it, and her mother was obviously in ecstasy.

Cathy's pussy meat tingled. She sighed and closed the door again, not 
wanting to be discovered spying.

How could she study tonight when her blood was in a turmoil? She 
decided that maybe she did need something to eat.

She went back to her room, to put on her bathrobe, mostly to cover the 
rapidly spreading stain in her pajamas, and went downstairs again, and 
out to the kitchen.

Her brother looked like her father, tall, dark, and handsome. To Cathy 
he was always the most handsome boy in the world, and her pussy 
continued to cream. Her sexual ardor was such that she had not yet 
acquired any sexual discrimination.

"Hi, Sis," Jimmy smiled, looking fondly at his delectable sister.

His quick gaze to her tits did not escape the overwrought Cathy's 
attention. Cathy had heard that making it with a brother was incest, 
and that it was monstrously wrong.

Her parents had never told her that. She had heard it from her friends 
in school. Cathy was so overwhelmed by her libidinous thoughts, that 
she didn't even dare to kiss her brother.

He was pouring milk.

"Want some?"

She nodded. He frowned at her.

"You have an awful funny look on your face. What's the matter?"

Cathy shrugged, and sat down at the kitchen table, as Jimmy got another 
glass and poured her some milk.

"Did you have a nice time?" she asked.

Her brother's rakish grin did nothing to dispel the sexual aura she 
sensed about him. She knew Jimmy wasn't a virgin, because one day she 
had caught him reading girlie magazines.

He had hidden the magazines, and she had got angry, her curiosity 
thwarted.

"Why can't I look at them?" she demanded, irately.

"Because you're too young. And anyway, you're still a virgin. You 
shouldn't look at stuff like that."

Cathy's eyes had widened.

"You mean you're not?"

Her brother looked at her superciliously. "Of course I'm not. I'm 
sixteen."

"Is that when you're supposed to do it?"

"Yeah, I guess, if you meet the right girl."

"Well, I'm gonna meet the right guy soon."

Her brother had sprung out of the bed, furious, and grabbed her by her 
shoulders. He shook her.

"You damn straight better wait, Cathy, or I'll kill you and the boy."

"Why? I'm old enough!"

"No you're not."

Cathy had subsided in frustration, resigned to being bossed by her 
mother and her father, and now her older brother.

"I don't think I can wait that long," she had said.

"You better!" her brother warned her, pushing her roughly out of the 
room.

"Hey! Are you with it?"

Cathy snapped back to the present, and stared at her brother. "Yeah," 
she said defensively.

"Boy, you look like a love-sick cow," Jimmy had teased.

"Well, I'd like to know what you look like!" she demanded.

Jimmy laughed, and pulled out some cake, cutting a piece for himself, 
and one for his sister.

Cathy had to hand it to him! It didn't matter how aggravating he got. 
He always looked out for her.

"Where are Mom and Dad."

Cathy turned away momentarily to hide the blush that crept into her 
face.

"I don't know," she lied. "Aren't they in the living room?"

"No."

"But all the tights are on!"

Jimmy laughed, his voice husky. "I know where they are."

"Where?" Cathy demanded.

"In bed."

"Without turning off the lights?"

Jimmy stuffed a piece of cake in his mouth, and nodded.

"There are times when you don't turn off the lights," he said, sagely.

"I don't know what that means," Cathy said.

"Oh, you'll find out!" her brother promised. "You're too young now."

"No, I'm not!" Cathy exclaimed, pushing the cake away. She was too 
sexually aroused to eat. Her stomach churned lazily in her belly.

To Cathy, it felt as if her stomach were doing lazy somersaults.

She had to get away from her brother, had to go to her room again, and 
bring herself off.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Jimmy."

"Goodnight, Cathy. See you in the morning."

"Yeah."

Cathy put her glass in the sink, her milk only partially drunk. She 
went back to her room.

Her face began to flush as she lay down on the bed and opened her 
pajama tops. She started to massage her breasts. Her fingertips soothed 
the ache in her puckered nipples.

She massaged them very slowly, dreamily. Her mind wandered into a haze.

She pushed the bottoms of her pajamas down, and pressed her hand into 
her snatch. It was sticky and wet.

She thought of her handsome, rakish brother, and her father, with his 
monstrous prick, stuck deep in her mother, and then his tongue noisily 
licking at her mother's cunt.

She had learned one thing at least. If her father had put his mouth on 
her mother's cunt, it couldn't be perverted.

They wouldn't do anything perverted, so Cathy felt free to fantasize 
about it.

She brought her hand to her mouth, and tasted her pussy cream. It was a 
strange taste, musky but somehow, rather sweet at the same time.

While her right hand started to massage her pussy again, her left hand 
roamed freely over her burgeoning tits.

She felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She rubbed the opening of 
her juicy little virgin crack, feeling the wetness seep out of her.

Her hand encountered the minuscule little hard button of her clitoris.

She started to rub it, and she felt goose bumps rise on her smooth, 
white flesh. Her small pink nipples got harder, and she rolled her 
tongue around and around her lips.

She put one finger into her dripping twat, and twirled it around, 
trying to make it feel like her father's dick might feel. But she knew 
it was too small, so she put two fingers into her cunt.

She started to perspire. There was a slight sting as her flesh was 
stretched wider than it had ever been, but the pleasure was much 
stronger than the discomfort.

She gasped, and her pumping fingers stopped their rhythmic motion for a 
moment, as Cathy thought of something else that was terribly important.

If her father ate her mother's cunt, did her mother eat her father's 
huge prod? She wasn't sure if it would fit into her mother's mouth. But 
then she had been pretty sure it wouldn't fit into her mother's pussy!

But the thought tantalized her further. Her delight grew as her hands 
moved around and around on her wet aroused flesh.

She began to twitch. It felt like something was hurting in her stomach 
at first, but then her pussy overflowed with thick syrup, and the 
twitching became a pleasure that was so intense, she thought she would 
faint.

She started to finger herself faster and faster. She couldn't control 
her senses any longer. Her hips went out of control humping upward, 
driving her fingers deeper into her twat, until they were buried up to 
the knuckle.

She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out loud, and alerting the 
rest of her family that she was up to no good.

Her orgasm finally exploded, and her body twitched insanely in the 
delicious throes. Her breasts swelled with her passion, and she 
trembled.

Her orgasm peaked and then floated away in little wisps, leaving a 
residue of hot fleshy pleasure which warmed her belly, and eased out 
her over-active mind.

She relaxed and fell into a deep sleep. Her hand was still between her 
free-flowing cunt lips.

Cathy was determined to initiate herself into the mysteries of sex as 
soon as possible. And she really didn't care if it were her brother, or 
someone in school.

She would decide in the morning how she wanted to go about it.

Even in her sleep she could feel her pussy creaming wildly.

She had several dreams that night.

In the first one, her father came into her room with that monstrous 
peter of his gripped in his hand.

In the second dream, she saw her mother getting fucked by her father.

In the third one, she was lying under her brother's body. He was 
fucking her like a stallion, and Cathy was screaming.

When she woke up from that one, she was trembling all over and covered 
with sweat.

Her bed was soaking wet under her quivering buttocks from the sweet 
honey which had flowed from her overheated snatch.



Chapter 2


Cathy had a very difficult day at school the next day. Ordinarily a 
very good student, she couldn't concentrate on anything.

Furthermore, with all the spying on her mother's and father's fucking 
and sucking, with all the masturbating she had done herself, she hadn't 
done any homework at all.

For Cathy, that was unusual, and since it was spring, her teachers 
tended to be a little bit indulgent.

But Cathy had a lot of work to make up when she got home from school 
that day. She was determined to do it all, and she went right to her 
room, turned on her radio to a mellow station, and dug right in.

The French and the English lessons were easy. But she started to have 
problems with the algebra after the third problem. She got part of it 
done, and then got stuck.

Jimmy would be the answer. He always came to her with the English and 
the French, and she always went to him with the algebra, and the 
geometry. She walked down the hall to his room.

She raised her arm to knock, but noticed that the door was partially 
open; she peered through the crack in the door.

What she saw really turned her on, really delighted her and made her 
pussy cream. Her brother was lying on his bed.

His pants and underpants were lying in a heap on the floor. His huge 
prick was standing straight up from his belly, and he was gripping it 
with his fist.

Jimmy's dick was as large as his father's. Cathy felt her pussy 
creaming as she watched it. She licked her lips, wishing that she could 
have his big dick stuffing her cunt.

He was muttering as his big, athlete's hand pumped on the cock. He 
started to pull harder on the shaft. He kept pulling on it, until his 
hips started to move up and down. His breathing became rather short and 
staccato-like. Judging from his breathing, Cathy assumed that he was on 
the verge of coming.

"Ohhh, I'm coming! Ohh, that's it, Suzy, pull on it harder!"

Cathy gasped. Suzy Wood was the twin sister of Stephanie, Cathy's best 
friend. Cathy knew that Jimmy dated Suzy a lot and Cathy had heard that 
Suzy put out for a lot of boys.

Jimmy was on the verge of coming. He dug his heels deep into the 
mattress, and spread his legs even further. Cathy was wet already, but 
the sight of her brother getting so frantic, caused Cathy's blood to 
boil in her veins.

She lifted her skirt, and she slid two of her fingers down into her 
swollen, hot and throbbing pussy meat. She started to masturbate 
wildly. And while she was frigging herself, watching her brother 
masturbate, she wished that her brother's nice big peter were stuck in 
her hot little, untouched hole.

Cathy felt the need to suck on it, to play with it, to feel what it was 
like.

Jimmy's face became anguished as his climax approached.

"It's coming. Ohhh, yes, Suzy. Keep pumping that thing!"

All of a sudden, a huge spray of white scum started to shoot out of the 
head of his prick and made an arc in the air, landing on his bare, flat 
belly.

By this time, Cathy was beside herself. She couldn't take it any more. 
Her knees started to weaken and she collapsed on the floor, still 
fingering herself.

Her legs were wide open. Her buttocks muscles rippled as she felt her 
own orgasm ripple through her. She started to shake, and she came, 
right there on the hall floor in front of Jimmy's room, the algebra 
book forgotten on the floor beside her.

Oodles of her juice flowed from her cunt. She felt it trickling down 
her ass crack, staining her panties thoroughly.

She took several deep breaths, to recuperate from the violence of her 
orgasm, and then she picked herself up off the floor, adjusted her 
clothes, and went back to her room.

She wanted to give Jimmy time to recover from his orgasm, and to get 
dressed. Frigging herself was no longer enough. Cathy figured that 
Jimmy would need about ten or fifteen minutes.

In her aroused state, that was enough time to frig herself again.

"Damn!" she muttered to herself.

She had been determined to finish all her homework, and here she was 
masturbating again, so horny that she couldn't even concentrate.

She had never seen a cock shoot scum before, although she knew 
instantly what it was. It looked so delicious that she felt terribly 
hungry to taste it. Her affection and desire for her brother grew.

His cock had been every bit as big as her father's, and Jimmy was a 
very popular boy in school.

So his cock couldn't be too big for the girls, because if it were, they 
wouldn't go out with him a second time.

Cathy lay down on the bed, after removing her panty hose, and her 
soaking wet panties. She brought the panties to her nose to sniff them.

She liked the smell of her juices. It turned her on even more than 
usual.

She wanted something stuffed up her cunt desperately, and then she 
gasped. She did have something she could stick up her overheated twat!

There were candles in the holder on her bureau. They were nice and 
thick and white.

She was a little scared about using them, but her desperately horny 
state made it imperative that she use something.

She went over to the bureau and extracted the candle from its holder, 
and brought it back to bed with her.

She spread her long, slender thighs wide apart, and pressed the end of 
the candlestick against her dripping twat. She was a little cautious. 
She didn't know if she wanted to break her hymen or not, so her 
thrusting was shallow.

She started to masturbate with the candle. It got soaked with her 
juices. She slowly started to draw it in and out of her raw cunt, 
trying to imitate her father's thrusting motions, to see what it felt 
like.

She had never felt such pressure in her life. Having the candlestick up 
her twat was better than her fingers!

She started to moan and whisper to herself.

"Oh, Jimmy, what a nice big peter you've got. Come on, stick it into my 
cunt. Come on, please? Oh, please, please, Jimmy. I need it so bad. Oh, 
yes, that's nice. That feels good, that feels very good."

Cathy started to lick her lips as her mouth went dry with her growing 
passion. She began to thrust her hips upward, driving the candle in a 
little further.

"Ohh, yes, lover. Faster, faster, keep it up. Oh, ahhhh! I love it!"

Cathy moved the candle faster and faster, trying to imagine that it was 
Jimmy's prick.

As her passion grew she thrust it in until the end of the candle came 
in contact with her hymen. She pulled the candle out somewhat, as she 
felt a slight sting. She was afraid the candle would hurt her.

Better have a peter push through that barrier between her and her 
sexuality. She kept pumping in shallow strokes, feeling the candle 
becoming coated fabulously with her slimy slick syrup. She rubbed her 
clit with her other hand, and felt more pleasure rising in her. She 
started to feel her orgasm rippling deep in her cunt. Her juices flowed 
more freely.

She started to tingle from the top of her head to the toes of her 
curled feet. She started to feel herself coming.

"Oh, please, please! Make me come with your peter. Jimmy, please, oh, I 
love it! Please put it all the way in and shoot your juice into me. 
Make me come. Let me have it, please!"

She rubbed her clit harder and harder, until she felt the orgasm 
convulsing her body.

"Ohh, I'm coming, ohhh, that's good! Oh, Jimmy!" she gasped, as her 
orgasm washed over her violently.

She felt her sex sweat pouring off her body as her orgasm peaked. Her 
body arched up off the bed, taut with the pleasurable convulsions which 
ripped through her.

Then her body collapsed suddenly, and she lay still, her lovely chest 
heaving with her labored breath.

Cathy felt that she had to do something, and do it fast. She thought 
seriously of going into her brother's room and begging him to fuck her. 
But she knew he would get angry, and she didn't want to make him angry, 
in case she needed a favor from him.

She sighed, and got up. She still had the algebra to do. Reluctantly, 
she put her panties back on, and her panty hose, and went to her 
brother's room, knocking on the door.

"Yeah!"

"Jimmy, it's Cathy. I need some help."

Boy did she need help, she thought. She needed to have her cherry 
busted in the worst, possible way.

"O.K.," Jimmy said, and Cathy pushed the door open. Jimmy was at his 
desk, studying. Cathy felt her cunt creaming as she walked into the 
room. She remembered what her brother's cock had looked like when he 
had been masturbating. That would have been enough, but she had seen it 
shoot, and the thought of all that creamy jizz, which could have been 
pouring into her cunt, instead of being wasted on his strong manly 
belly, drove her crazy!

Jimmy helped her with her algebra. It was a difficult chore, because 
Cathy was so very horny that her mind kept wandering away.

"Come on, Sis!" Jimmy exclaimed with irritation. "You're smarter than 
that. What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing.

"You have a problem?"

Cathy sighed. What could she say? She'd only have another argument with 
Jimmy, and right now he was being very patient and nice to her. Jimmy 
was always nice to her except when he was being bossy.

Somehow or other, she managed to get her homework all done, including 
her history, and the history teacher had given the class an 
exceptionally long assignment that day.

Then she went to bed. She frigged herself to sleep until well after her 
parents had gone to bed.

She even got up and went to her parents' bedroom, hoping to see them 
fucking again, but their door was closed, and when Cathy pressed her 
ear against it, she couldn't hear anything.

She had probably waited too long.

The next day in school, Cathy really tried to fight the problem of her 
growing sexual frustration. She paid as much attention as she could in 
the classes, and raised her hand a lot, just to let the teachers know 
that she was with it.

Tonight was going to be a fun night, she thought. Her parents were 
going to a dinner dance, and Jimmy and Cathy would be alone in the 
house. They usually made some junk food, or ordered in pizza. Their 
parents were nuts about balanced meals and the two young people seldom 
got to taste the real garbage food that lots of teenagers liked.

Jimmy came to her table at noon time.

"Do you mind staying in the house alone for a couple of hours?" he 
asked.

"Of course not, silly!" Cathy said.

"Well, I just wanted to know. I have basketball practice tonight. But 
I'll be home about eight-thirty. Is that OK with you?"

"Sure, Jimmy. I'll make supper for both of us."

Jimmy looked at her grinning.

"Why don't we order in pizza?"

"We had pizza the last time Mom and Dad were out."

"Well, what do you want?"

"How about Chinese food?"

"Nah! I had Chinese food with the guys night before last."

Cathy sighed. Sometimes Jimmy was more exasperating than other times.

"How about if I make supper for us?"

Jimmy frowned. "I don't know about that. What do you want to make."

"Steak and home fries, and a salad?"

"That would be O.K. if you don't wreck everything."

"Of course I won't!"

"O.K.! O.K.! That sounds fine. Then we'll have steak and home fries. 
Put lots of onions in the home fries, huh?"

"Yeah," Cathy said.

The biggest troublemaker, and the hottest stud in Cathy's class watched 
the two young people talking.

Wayne had had a hard-on for Cathy all year. She had really grown up 
over the summer, and seemed to develop more and more all through the 
school year. She was a knock-out, the best-looking girl in class.

But she sure as shit wasn't an easy lay.

He was sitting at a table in the cafeteria with Ron and Whitey.

Wayne turned to his two friends.

"I'm gonna get into Cathy's pussy if it's the last thing I do," he 
said.

"You sure about that?" Whitey asked.

"Yeah, why?" Wayne asked.

"Don't you know about her brother?"

"What about him?"

"If Jimmy Jones ever catches you with his sister, or finds out that you 
got to her, he'll mop up the floor with you."

"Bullshit!" Wayne retorted to Whitey.

"Whitey's right," Ron said, interfering. "If I were you, I'd chicken 
out."

"What in hell for? He can't do anything to me."

"Bullshit!" Ron retorted. "He's the best wrestler and weight-lifter in 
the whole school, and that includes the senior varsity guys," Ron said.

"We'll see about that," Wayne said.

Cathy was dreaming on her way home from school. She wanted to get 
fucked so bad, she was seriously thinking of seducing her brother that 
very night. Her parents wouldn't be home until after eleven o'clock.

Cathy almost cursed her brother out for going to basketball practice. 
That took a lot of time away from her, time she would need to effect 
her plan.

Walking a good ten feet behind her, unnoticed by the day-dreaming 
luscious little nymphet was Wayne.

Wayne was the kind of guy who was always in trouble, and the brother of 
a girl he had the hots for was not about to stop him in his full 
pursuit of her cunt. He liked the idea of the risk he was taking.

His prick was throbbing with his lust. It was so big and heavy that it 
almost burst through his pants.

They were nearing Cathy's house. He had to get her, he said to himself. 
He had to have her!

His steps quickened as Cathy approached the gate leading to her house. 
Cathy noticed the footsteps behind her, finally, as Wayne approached.

As she came abreast of her house, she turned slightly, to see who was 
trying to catch up with her.

Her breath choked in her throat. It was Wayne, the baddest, sexiest 
stud in her class. He seemed to be approaching her, and Cathy couldn't 
understand it. Wayne had never seemed to know that she existed.

But he knew she existed know. Cathy sighted up and down the street, and 
right now, she and he were the only persons on the quiet tree-lined 
avenue. She decided to play it to the hilt.

Since her brother was a long shot, she might as well play Wayne to the 
hilt. She needed to get her pussy stuffed, and she knew that Wayne had 
a reputation for not taking no for an answer.

The very idea of it sent lustful shivers of anticipatory pleasure 
coursing through her body.

"C-C-Cathy!" Wayne hollered, as he ran toward her.

"Why, Wayne Johnson! What a pleasant surprise!" Cathy drawled, trying 
to make her voice as sexy as possible.

Wayne came abreast of her, and stood in front of her panting.

"How are you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"I-I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm very well, thank you. What brings you here?"

Wayne blushed. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it, he knew a lot 
of easy lays, and all he did was ask. But he didn't want to appear too 
crude to Cathy. For all he knew, she was a virgin, and the wrong move, 
or too aggressive a move would turn her off.

"I, well, I'm having trouble with my biology. I was wondering if you 
had an hour or so to help me out."

Cathy's pussy creamed, and her knees turned to jelly.

"Why, of course, Wayne," she said.

She opened the gate, and walked toward the porch, Wayne following her. 
Cathy made a point of swiveling her hips in the sexiest way she knew 
how.

When the two of them were in the house, Cathy ushered Wayne into the 
living room.

"Would you like to have a drink with me?" she asked, mimicking her 
mother, who was an extremely gracious hostess.

"Well, I have to be home soon, but I guess it's all right. Is anybody 
else in?"

"No," Cathy smiled. "My parents went out to a dinner dance, and Jimmy 
won't be home until late--very late! He has basketball practice."

Cathy wanted it made very clear that Wayne had a clear field, for 
whatever purpose he had in mind, and Cathy didn't care what his purpose 
was, as long as it was sexual!

"What do you want to drink?" Cathy asked, leaning against the door of 
the living room, which led to the dining room, and through the dining 
room to the kitchen. She leaned in profile, arching her body forward so 
that Wayne could get a good look at her breasts, and her long, willowy 
body. Her intention was to inflame him, and she did!

"Unh, Coke?"

"Sure, Wayne," Cathy cooed. She walked out to the kitchen, and poured 
two Cokes, and came back.

Wayne was sitting on the couch. Cathy sat beside him, very, very close 
to him. She hiked her skirt up slightly, just enough to reveal about 
half her thigh.

Her eyes veered in the direction of Wayne's crotch, and she saw 
something that pleased her enormously!

Wayne's cock was very, very hard. It bulged against the fabric of his 
jeans. Cathy had the urge to reach over and cover the glorious mound of 
man meat with her soft palm.

She could hear Wayne breathing heavily.

"Cathy, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Cathy said, hearing her voice squeak because her throat was so 
dry. She took a sip of the coke.

"Can I--well, we haven't really got to know each other. What I mean to 
say is ... well," Wayne said, his throat sounding as if it were equally 
dry, "can I ...?"

"Can you what, Wayne?"

Cathy's brother had insisted to her that men were turned off by 
aggressive women. She wanted to kiss Wayne in the worst way! He was so 
tall and handsome and good-looking.

He would do just as well as her brother, although Cathy wasn't sure she 
wanted to give up the idea of doing it with her brother.

Right now, her body was squirming on the couch. She felt the heat from 
Wayne's body, and his breath was puffing hotly on her face, which only 
turned her on more.

She bit her tongue, waiting for him to ask her to fuck him. She was 
sure that's what he would do.

"Well, I want to thank you for the Coke!" Wayne said, picking it up off 
the coffee table, and drinking it with thirsty gulps that Cathy could 
hear.

Again, the sound turned her on, just like the heat from his body, the 
bulge in his pants, and the sound of his breathing turned her on.

Cathy felt as if she were on fire. She wanted Wayne in the worst 
possible way. She wanted Wayne so bad that her cunt ached.

As a matter of fact, Cathy's cunt ached so badly, that she would have 
taken anyone at that moment who had a cock which could pop her cherry!

"Oh, come off it, Wayne!" she exclaimed, getting irritated as her 
nerves screamed for release from the tension which had built in her 
young ardent body. Her pussy was creaming so badly, that her panties 
were soaked clear through. The sticky fluid was coating the inner flesh 
of her trembling thighs. She spread them slightly, trying to cool off 
her cunt a little. She didn't want to turn Wayne off.

"What do you mean?" Wayne asked, getting a little edgy himself.

"That's not a question," she said. She turned to him and gave him her 
brightest smile, and sipped her Coke again, running her tongue sexily 
over the rim of the glass.

"The Coke's good, huh?" she said.

"Yeah," Wayne said. "Best Coke I ever had."

"Thank you," Cathy said, squirming again.

Now her clitoris was jangling with some very hot emotions. Cathy was 
afraid she would come before Wayne got around to popping the question--
and her cherry shortly thereafter.

Wayne was getting embarrassed by his hard-on. Cathy noticed that he 
winced when he crossed his leg, trying to hide it.

"Oh, excuse me. I--I wanted to know if I could kiss you."

Cathy feigned surprise, even though it was killing her, and looked at 
him with her jaw slack.

"Oh!" Wayne exclaimed, seeing the look of astonishment. "I only meant 
... only if you wanted to kiss me."

"Why do you want to kiss me, Wayne?"

"Because you're so pretty," Wayne said, his voice getting guttural. 
"I've been looking at you all year. You're really ... well ...!"

Cathy saw his Adam's apple move as he gulped again with nervousness.

With enormous calculation Cathy put her hand on Wayne's knee.

"Well," she said, looking down, fluttering her eye lashes, and trying 
to act demure. "Well, if you want to!"

"Oh, I do!" Wayne said. His hand came out timidly and touched Cathy's 
dimpled knee. Cathy almost jumped when she felt Wayne's hand on her 
knee. She wanted to throw herself on him.

But she held back, remembering what her brother said.

Wayne kept his hand on her knee for what seemed to Cathy like hours. 
She wanted him to reach out and kiss her, but Wayne seemed far from 
ready to kiss her.

He sure acted shy for someone who was known as the class stud!

Maybe he just acted that way with strange girls. Maybe, Cathy thought, 
she should take the ball in her own hands, and call the shots.

She looked up at him, and slowly leaned forward. She aimed for his 
mouth, and then decided that maybe that wouldn't be the right thing to 
do--too brazen!

She kissed him slightly to the left of the corner of his mouth, softly. 
The very touch of her lips on his inflamed her further.

Wayne's mouth moved closer to Cathy's, until his lips were about half 
covering hers. Cathy liked the kiss, but that wasn't all that she 
wanted.

She felt Wayne's hand begin to slip up from her knee, and caress her 
thigh. She decided to follow suit.

She brought her hand up softly, until it was within inches of his 
burgeoning cock. She could almost feel the heat of it, as she raised 
her hand as close to his meat as she dared without actually touching 
it.

"Oh, Cathy ..." Wayne moaned, his voice trembling with passion.

"What?" Cathy asked, wanting him to get the messing around over with! 
She had to have his cock.

"Can I ...?"

"Can you what?"

"Can I touch you?"

"Oh, yes, Wayne, honey, touch me!" Cathy breathed.

Very slowly, with maddening lack of haste, Wayne's hand moved up over 
Cathy's thigh until she felt his hand cupping her muff. His touch was 
so light that she could barely feel his hand, but the warmth from his 
palm was devastating.

"Oh, Wayne," she said, encouraging him, "that feels so good!"

"Oh, yes, Cathy," Wayne responded. She felt his finger starting to rub 
up and down over the soggy mess of her panties.

He looked at her, his eyes lust-bright.

"You--you ...!" He gulped again.

"What, Wayne?" Cathy asked, her voice acquiring an edge of annoyance in 
it.

"You can touch me if you want."

She then felt his cock through his pants. It was big and hot and she 
felt it throbbing. She couldn't stand it one more minute. She didn't 
care what kind of a hussy he thought she was.

She had to touch his prick.

She pulled his zipper down. Then she reached in, and fumbled around.

Wayne gasped, and his hand tightened as it pressed against her muff. 
She felt his fingers prying into her waist band. Then she felt the 
erotic pleasure of his fingers against her bare wet pussy.

Cathy's hand made contact with Wayne's raging rod, and she gasped. It 
seemed to be so thick and hard--thicker and harder than her father's or 
Jimmy's.

She pulled it out of its cotton prison, and looked at it. It was big 
all right, but it turned out to be not as big as Jimmy's and her 
father's.

It was do or die for Cathy. She felt her need for cock build in her 
body until she was shaking like a leaf.

Wayne was moaning and groaning furiously. He started to rub up and down 
on her pussy furiously, and then his mouth sought hers again.

This time he stuck his tongue in her mouth. Cathy sucked on it, feeling 
her pussy cream pour in thick warm streams from her very tight love 
tunnel.

Taking the bull by the horns, she looked up at Wayne.

"Ohhh, I want you to stick that thing up my pussy. It's been wanting a 
dick for a long time, and now I've got my chance. Please, Wayne!"

Wayne gasped at the boldness of the girl. He appeared not to know 
exactly what to do. But her words had the desired effect on his dick.

As Cathy held it in her soft, teenaged hand, she felt the throbbing in 
it increase until it felt like a tom-tom against her flesh.

Cathy leaned backward. Wayne leaned forward, trying to keep contact 
with her lush, hot body. She threw one leg up on the sofa, leaving her 
twat more open to the stimulation of Wayne's hand, still dabbling in 
her pussy.

She pushed his pecker against her soggy pants, and Wayne grunted.

"You gotta take them off!" he gasped.

"What?"

"You gotta take your panties off!"

"Oh, I forgot. See how excited you made me?"

Cathy arched her hips upward, while Wayne inserted his fingers into the 
waistband of her panties, and then pulled them off.

Cathy pushed her skirt up around her waist.

"Ohhh," Wayne moaned, "you have such a beautiful pussy."

Cathy was just about ready to scream. She wanted his prick in her so 
badly, that she would have willingly foregone the foreplay.

But Wayne seemed determined to frustrate her to the point of sanity.

Maybe the other girls liked this kind of messing around, but Cathy 
decided she didn't! She was too hot and horny. She could have dispensed 
with everything but Wayne's sticking his big cock in her cunt.

Wayne placed his cock at the hot, drooling entrance to her cunt. He 
grunted as he started to push inward.

At last, Cathy thought! At last it was happening. She was going to have 
her cherry popped.

She grunted, as she felt the sting of Wayne's cock trying to push into 
her very tight little twat.

"Unh, Cathy, you're so tight."

"Oh, please, Wayne, get it in there."

"I'll try," he said, grunting again, as he thrust again. Wayne was 
having a problem. His cock was thick, and Cathy, for all her 
lubrication, was very, very tight. She spread her legs wider, hoping 
that way to open the hole a little more, to make Wayne's entrance into 
her tight cunt easier.

"Oh, hurry, Wayne, I'm so hot!" Cathy begged.

"Unhh! You sure are tight, Cathy. But I'll get it in, if I--I have to 
kill you!"

He started to enter her tight pussy, stretching the opening slightly. 
It hurt Cathy, but she didn't care. She wanted the pleasure of his 
massive cock stuffing her cunt. Finally he got his cock head in.

"Ooooh!" she said, wincing. "It--it feels so good."

It didn't, really. Or rather, it felt good and bad at the same time. 
She felt the bulbous cock head throbbing against her incredibly tight 
pussy, as Wayne tried to thrust it in even more.

"Ohh!" Cathy said, finally relenting, "that big thing hurts. Be easy, 
lover, and gentle, please?"

"Sure thing, Cathy, but don't you think you're going too far?"

"No! I want it. I want it so bad that I can taste it in my mouth!" 
Cathy squealed. She arched her hips up, but the cock didn't advance any 
more.

"I hope I can get it into your mouth, because you've got a tight one 
there, baby, and I may not be able to get it into your cunt."

Cathy moaned. She had a growing fear that her cunt was so tight, she 
would never be fucked in her life. She envisioned herself as an old 
maid, taking cock in her mouth because no one could get a cock into her 
pussy.

 Cathy didn't dare to tell Wayne that this was her first real cock. She 
was afraid she would scare him away.

Wayne started to push again, trying to get into her hole. Cathy knew 
that if he got it much further in, he would rupture her maidenhead. She 
thought that once that was done her hole would open up more and give 
her more pleasure.

Right now, she could sense the incipient pleasure, but she was 
suffering from a great deal of discomfort, too.

"It won't go, Cathy," the boy said, relenting on the pressure he had 
applied as he tried to get his huge cock into her cunt.

Cathy was desperate. If Wayne's cock wouldn't fit into her cunt, how 
would her brother's?

"Please go slow, Wayne. I'll try to help you."

She reached down to grasp Wayne's massive pecker.

The two youngsters were so wrapped up in each other, that they didn't 
hear the front door open.

Cathy was delirious. She didn't know whether she wanted it in or she 
wanted it out of her. Yet she tried to drive it in by humping her hips 
up. But the cock wouldn't move.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Wayne gasped. With a painful wrenching motion, he pulled out of Cathy's 
cunt and sat up. He tried to stuff his massive peter into his jeans, 
and had to stand up to do it, as Jimmy, the picture of brotherly 
indignation, strode into the room.

"Oh, Jimmy!" Cathy squealed, by now beside herself with rage and 
frustration, "why did you have to come home now?"

"I came home because I didn't like the idea of leaving you all alone in 
the house, and damnit! I was right!"

He took several minatory steps toward Wayne, his fists clenched. Wayne 
knocked over the coffee table sprinting out of the room. He forgot his 
school books, and his jacket in his desperation to get away from Jimmy.

"I'll get you in school tomorrow, you mother-fucking sister-raper! You 
just get your chicken henchmen together, because I'll meet up with you 
at lunch time!" Jimmy bellowed after the retreating Wayne.

"I hate you!" Cathy screamed, clenching her fists and glaring at her 
brother. "You have no right."

"Yes I do. I'm your brother!" Jimmy bellowed, striding up to his 
sister. He didn't know if he wanted to kiss her or kill her. He had had 
a glimpse of her swollen pink pussy meat, before she sat up.

Her breasts were heaving with her rage and excitement.

She started to cry, and plumped down on the couch, resting her lovely 
face in her folded arms.

"You're too young to be doing shit like that!"

"No I'm not. I want it! I want it! I want it!" Cathy screamed beating 
her fists at her sides. She rolled around from side to side on the 
couch, and then got up.

"Hey, wait a minute Sis!" Jimmy cried, grabbing one of Cathy's arms as 
she started to run out of the room.

"No!" she screamed, trying to yank her wrists from her brother's tight 
grasp.

"Where are you going?" the alarmed boy gasped. "You aren't going to do 
anything rash, are you?"

"I'm going upstairs and frig myself with a candle. I'm going to pop my 
cherry with it. I can't wait anymore!" she screamed. With one violent 
last wrench, she pulled away from her brother and clattered up the 
stairs, sobbing violently.

She ran into her room, and slammed the door and then locked it.

She threw herself on the bed, between the devil and the deep blue sea. 
In the first place, she was horny. In the second place she was so horny 
that she was enraged. In the third place, her brother had made her even 
angrier by barging in on her the way he did. In the fourth place, her 
brother always made her horny, and that added to the intensity of the 
lust which coursed through her. In the fifth place, she was so horny at 
this point, that the candle wouldn't do. In the sixth place she needed 
that candle, and didn't care any more what kind of damage it would do 
to her cherry. She had to have it popped! In the seventh place, she was 
so enraged with lust and passion, that her knees were now too weak to 
carry her heaving body across the room to the bureau, where the candle 
was.

She was white and weak with desire.

She heard her brother knocking on the door.

"Cathy, Cathy! Open this door."

She heard the door knob rattle.

"Go away, I'm going to die!" she screamed, sobbing violently. And in 
fact, at that moment, given her bizarre condition, she was really 
afraid it would happen.

"Cathy you open this door, or I'll bust it in!"

That only made Cathy cream more. She wanted him to bust it in, wanted 
him to rush into the room, wanted him to take her, violently, with no 
foreplay, and no little kid stuff.

Cathy needed to be fucked so badly that her cunt was contorted with 
pain. She wondered if she could take a cock in her cunt the way it felt 
right now.

She heard a loud thud against the door, and it was battered inward. Her 
brother stood in the doorway, his hands clenched, looking at his 
sister.

She hadn't put her panties back on, and her skirt, with all the 
writhing on the bed she had done, was hiked up past her ass.

That condition did not escape her brother's attention. His cock was 
throbbing violently as he stared at her trembling form.

He walked over to the bed.

"Go away!" she screamed.

"Cathy, you're too young to do it!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" her brother said hotly.

Cathy was out for blood. She ached so badly that it was sheer agony for 
her to remain in this pristine condition any longer.

She looked up at her brother, her eyes glistening like jewels with the 
tears in them.

"You're just jealous, you bastard!" she hissed, using a word she seldom 
used, and wouldn't have dared to use in front of her parents.

"What are you talking about!" Jimmy exclaimed, distressed. He got so 
up-tight with her accusation, that he jumped off the bed, and stared at 
her.

Cathy looked up at him, her attention arrested by his violent emotion. 
As if someone had handed him a hot potato and he had dropped it because 
his hand had got burned.

Had she, inadvertently, hit upon a truth? She looked at his crotch.

He had a hard-on!

"You're just saving me for yourself, that's what!" she screamed. "Look 
at you! Look at that hard-on!"

She reached out and squeezed it hard. It was like a firebrand and it 
only added more fuel to her already raging fire. Her brother yelped at 
the pressure of her hand, and jumped backward.

"You're a hypocrite, Jimmy Jones!" she screamed. She was salivating 
heavily, and a thin trickle of saliva gleamed on the corner of her 
mouth.

"You've wanted me all this time, and you've made me stay away from boys 
so you can have me yourself."

"Cathy, that's incest!" the disturbed boy gasped.

"I don't care! Ohhh ...!" she moaned, renewing her tears. She had cried 
so hard that she was hiccuping.

"Cathy," Jimmy said, appalled at the idea, and admitting the truth of 
it, "that's incest. What would Mom and Dad say?"

Cathy looked up at him, and then down at his fantastic cock.

"They don't have to know," she said, angling for her brother's 
attention. Wayne had been, at best, second best. It was her brother she 
had wanted all along, and he had just about admitted that he felt the 
same way about her.

She saw her brother gulp, saw his Adam's apple move up and down as he 
swallowed, his throat dry, his passion rising at a fast clip.

There was no doubt in Jimmy's mind that his sister had blossomed into 
one hell of a woman. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved her. 
He had loved her from the first moment he remembered her, running 
around after him with her bright smile and her golden hair, adoring 
him, looking up to him, listening to him when he talked to her.

The lump in his throat made his breathing hard.

That love had grown into a lust for his sister.

"It's true," he said, with his characteristic honesty and courage. "I 
guess I have fallen in love with you. I guess I was jealous of you with 
other boys. But I don't want you for myself. That's wrong. I just want 
you to find a nice boy. Why in hell did you pick a klutz like Wayne 
Johnson?"

Cathy gasped and raised herself up on one elbow, glaring at her 
brother.

"Wayne is the best stud in class!" she hissed. "And thanks to you, I'll 
never be able to find out why."

"You didn't look like you were doing too good with him!" Jimmy barked. 
"And he's not the best stud in class. He just does good public 
relations! He doesn't even know how to use his dick!"

"How do you know, Jimmy Jones?" Cathy screamed, remembering how 
difficult it was for Wayne to insert his prick in her cunt.

"Because I've had some of the girls that he's had, and he sucks! 
They've told me."

"Well, they never tell me. Mary Jane said he was fantastic!"

"Mary Jane is a virgin, like you. She's just talking because she feels 
left out."

"How do you know?" Cathy screamed.

"Oh, come on, Cathy," Jimmy said, getting up enough courage to sit down 
on the bed again. Having confessed his love for his sister, she was 
getting a little too hot to handle. And Jimmy's cock ached.

He reached out timidly, and stroked Cathy's hair.

"The least you could do, if you really want to have your cherry popped, 
is come to me. I'll get you a date with one of the boys in my class. 
They're all really great, and they'll treat you nice. With respect, the 
way you deserve."

"I don't want one of the boys in your class, Jimmy," Cathy said. Her 
little hand reached out and she pressed her palm into Jimmy's hard-on.

"I want you."

Jimmy jumped as if he had been stuck with a knife.

"Cathy, I told you, that's wrong!"

"Why? You said you loved me. If you don't do it, Jimmy Jones, I'm going 
to run away tonight, and get it done by someone--anyone. I'll go 
downtown, and pretend I'm a hooker!"

"No you won't because I'll lock you in your room!"

"You can't!" Cathy retorted. "You broke the lock."

"I'll lock you in my room, then," Jimmy said, furious with the stubborn 
little girl. "You're not going anywhere tonight, Cathy Jones!"

"If you lock me in your room, I'll tell Mom and Dad you raped me," 
Cathy said. She didn't really mean it. She wouldn't hurt her parents 
like that, or do something that bad to Jimmy.

For as long as she'd known him, he had been kindness itself to her. 
When other big brothers were teasing their sisters, and being mean to 
them, Jimmy had always been nice to her, had talked to her, had helped 
her with her homework--even worked on their parents with her to get 
something she wanted, like her bicycle.

"Cathy that would kill Mom and Dad!" Jimmy said, genuinely concerned, 
and puzzled how to treat his sister. He had never seen her so wild, so 
hot and eager.

Cathy dissolved into tears again. She couldn't do that to her brother 
or her parents. But she had to have sex, and soon.

Jimmy leaned over his sister, and hugged her.

"I didn't mean it," she sobbed.

"I know."

"No you don't know. I saw you Jimmy. I saw you pumping your prick. I 
heard you yelling Suzy's name. How come it's all right for you to get 
your rocks off, and it's not all right for me."

Jimmy didn't have any pat answers any more. His cock ached for his 
sister, and her pussy was right there in front of him.

"I hurt!" Cathy moaned.

Jimmy could definitely identify with that! He had had enough blue balls 
in his day to appreciate sexual hunger so intense it was painful.

Desperate to calm her down, desperate to heal the breach he felt he had 
made, he reached down with his hand, and cupped her wet, sticky muff.

Jimmy felt that his hand was on fire when he touched his sister's soft 
little twat.

"Shhh!" he said. "I'll bring you off."

"I want a cock!" Cathy moaned, humping her hips against her brother's 
eager hand. She felt her pussy cream flowing from her twat, as her 
brother rubbed up and down on her sweet little snatch.

Hungry to feel her brother's cock, she reached into his lap again, and 
pulled down his zipper.

Jimmy was more than willing that she should bring him off, too. If she 
didn't, he was going to have to do the job himself. He was just too 
hard, and too hot not to relieve himself of the churning load in his 
balls.

As he fondled his sister's pussy, all his love and desire for her built 
in his young body. He felt his cock throbbing violently, as his sister 
pulled it out of its denim nest.

She started to pump on it, the way she had seen him pump on it when he 
was masturbating.

"Is that right, Jimmy?" she asked.

"Unh!" Jimmy grunted, nodding his head.

His sister's hand pumping up and down on his cock, inflaming his loins, 
was driving him crazy. He almost didn't think he wanted to go through 
with it. He was afraid that once he shot his load, his cock would still 
be erect, demanding its primary object, which was to be stuffed in his 
sister's tight twat.

He felt a terrific flush of passion course through his body. His cock 
lurched in Cathy's hand.

"Jimmy?" she gasped.

"What?" Jimmy asked, his voice breathy with lust. His hand was rapidly 
getting soaked with Cathy's juices. Her cunt felt incredible. He could 
feel her swollen pussy lips throbbing with her passion.

"Put it in me, please. Take my cherry. I want you!"

That request was too much for the aroused boy. He leaned down, and 
started to remove her blouse, with trembling hands.

He took his time, still torn between his need for her, and his 
conscience, which said that having intercourse with his sister was 
wrong.

Cathy reached up and removed her brother's T-shirt, and fondled his 
chest. She rested the palm of her hand over his heart, and felt his 
heart beating against her soft hand, like a bird, beating with its 
wings against a cage, desperate to be released.

As Jimmy worked on her skirt, pulling it down over her lean hips, Cathy 
was unbuckling Jimmy's belt and working his jeans down over his hips.

She arched her hips up as Jimmy removed her skirt, and then he stood up 
and removed his jeans, getting them down over his inflamed hard-on with 
considerable difficulty.

He looked at his sister for one brief moment, and then lay beside her. 
His hand, sticky-wet with the effluence from her sweet hot little 
snatch, reached again for her cunt.

Cathy pressed into him, her naked breasts rubbing against the hot flesh 
of her brother's chest.

"Oh, Jimmy, you're so handsome, and you feel so good," Cathy gasped, as 
she felt her little nipples puckering with pleasure.

Jimmy grunted, and pried one finger into his sister's tight cunt. The 
feeling of her tightness almost scared him. She really was tight!

Her cuntal walls closed in around his finger. He tried to get two 
fingers into her twat, and he couldn't.

"Cathy," he gasped, in agony at the thought of not getting off his 
rocks, "honest to God, I think you are too young. Your cunt is too 
tight! I'll hurt you."

"I want you to hurt me," she gasped, arching her hips upward on his 
finger. "I hurt anyway. I couldn't hurt more. Jimmy please. I don't 
care if you kill me!"

Moaning, Jimmy rolled on top of her, and pressed his cock head against 
her tight little twat.

He couldn't believe how small she was. But her tight little pussy was 
flooded with the juices of her desire, and his cock was inflamed past 
all reckoning.

He thrust inward, and Cathy gasped, as she felt her brother's cock head 
pry open her tight twat for the first time in her life. She figured at 
this point that Wayne's cock didn't count.

Her brother reached up, and started to fondle her breasts. Then his 
head came down and he sucked on her left nipple, making wet sucking 
noises as he nursed it.

Cathy felt the hot pleasure course through her, felt the nipple pucker 
even more. She ran her hands over her brother's back, feeling his well-
developed muscles rippling with his excitement.

"Hurry, Jimmy! Stuff it in. I can't stand it."

"Hold your horses!" Jimmy exclaimed. "You're tight. Just let me work it 
in."

"Ohhh," Cathy moaned. She humped her hips up, and a little more of 
Jimmy's cock worked its way into her tight little twat.

Jimmy reached under her back, and pressed her lithe young body against 
his. The feeling was incredible.

There was the knowledge that she was his sister, the years of love he 
had nursed for her, all the loveliness that had passed between them. 
And here she was, in his arms, begging him to take her cherry.

A wave of tenderness rippled through his young body, so intense as to 
amount to pain. He pushed inward a little more, and felt her cuntal 
walls spread before the onslaught of his huge, hot hard manhood.

"Ohh, Jimmy, it feels so good," Cathy gasped. Her hips were squirming 
around under him. Jimmy felt more of her pussy juices flooding from her 
cunt, and greasing his long thick shaft, making it easier for him to 
slither more deeply into her cunt.

He worked his hands down over her slender, soft back, until his hands 
were cupping her firm young ass cheeks.

He pried open her ass cheeks, and started to tickle the inner valley of 
her ass cleft, as he pushed inward a little more, carefully, afraid 
that he would hurt her.

Jimmy felt his cock head now drooling with his pre-come, hit the 
barrier of her maidenhead. Cathy was gasping wildly, her hands 
clutching at him, her body inflamed with the hot pleasure of her 
brother's cock stuffing her cunt.

He felt so good, and he was being so gentle, so considerate. Added to 
the pleasure of his sexual skill was the knowledge that he loved her 
and he wouldn't hurt her.

Her pleasure mounted. She arched her hips upward, and then gasped. She 
winced as she felt the harsh sting of her hymen being torn from her 
vaginal walls.

Jimmy, while she was suffering from the first pain, thrust all the way 
in, feeling the blood gush around his cock.

He planted himself balls-deep in the warm, wet meadow of her lust, and 
then rested for a moment.

Cathy's body had stiffened, as she felt the pain of her slaughtered 
virginity. It didn't bother her. She knew it always hurt the first 
time. But as the pain receded, the hot pleasure of her brother's cock 
throbbing against the incredibly tight walls of her pussy started to 
build.

Now she was a woman, thanks to her brother!



Chapter 3


"Are you all right?" her brother asked, looking keenly at his sister's 
face.

She smiled and nodded.

"I'll feel even better when you fuck me," she said, throwing her arms 
around her brother's neck.

Her brother's finger had found the puckered round ring of her shit 
chute, and he was teasing it. This inflamed Cathy's cunt to a furious 
flame.

"Wait a minute, till you stop bleeding," he said, leaving his cock 
lodged tightly in her cunt.

He had never been in a cunt so tight, and the pressure in his balls 
almost killed him. But at the same time, it felt so good, that if he 
were suspended in this moment for the rest of his life, he would 
consider it heaven.

"Bend your knees up," Jimmy instructed his sister. She did as she was 
told. This eased some of the tightness in her cunt. Her pussy walls 
stretched a little more to accommodate Jimmy's cock more comfortably.

She moaned.

Jimmy's mouth came down on hers, and he began to kiss her passionately, 
still leaving his cock quietly in her little cunt.

Cathy started to squirm wildly, as Jimmy's cock stuffed her cunt. It 
felt so big and hard and gorgeous.

As he kissed her, he flicked his tongue into her mouth, and teased the 
tip of her tongue. Cathy melted in his arms. Her cunt started to 
stretch a little, accommodating his cock better.

And that's when Jimmy started to move in her, pulling his cock out to 
the tip very carefully and then plunging it inward, going nice and 
slow, so he wouldn't hurt Cathy.

"Ohh!" Cathy moaned, wriggling her hips around on her brother's cock. 
The pain was beginning to go away, and Cathy was so wild with lust that 
she wanted her brother to really sock it to her!

"Do you like it?" her brother asked, solicitously.

"Oh, yes, Jimmy, yes. Keep pumping it in and out of me. It feels so 
good."

Her words only inflamed Jimmy more. He started to pump in and out of 
her faster. Cathy was getting so inflamed that there were spasms in her 
cuntal muscles. Her little muscles gripped greedily at Jimmy's big 
cock.

Jimmy thrust his love muscle deeply into her tiny hole, and felt her 
cuntal walls close in around his huge prod.

The pleasure took Cathy's breath away. She started to arch her hips 
upward, matching Jimmy's downward thrusts. She felt his cock slither 
into her well-greased cunt with more and more ease, as her cunt was 
stretched by his repeated thrusts.

"Ohhh, Jimmy, cram that dick into me. Fuck me, ohhh!"

Jimmy started to thrust his cock with more speed, and strength. He felt 
her cuntal walls stretch a little, and Cathy was writhing with such 
obvious pleasure that Jimmy knew he wasn't hurting her any more.

He slammed his hairy groin into her arching muff again and again, 
feeling his balls churn up their heavy load of love juice.

He worked his hands under her back, and pressed her to him. His 
buttocks rose and feel with his rhythmic thrusting.

Jimmy knew that he was going to shoot his load any minute, and he 
wanted Cathy to come, too. After all this was her first time, and it 
should be special--something she would remember forever.

Cathy threw her legs around Jimmy's undulating waist. He was covered 
with sex sweat, and so was she. Her breathing was labored, as Jimmy 
plunged his pole into the cavern of her forbidden love. His cock began 
to slide in and out of her pussy more and more easily, as Cathy's cunt 
accommodated him more readily.

His grunts and moans became more than just whispers. They became cries 
of delicious anguish. He pounded into her, their sex flesh slapping 
together with wet, smacking noises, as they brought each other off.

Cathy was now feeling pure pleasure. Her face was radiant, her features 
distorted with unbridled lust.

Her hip thrusts became more and more impassioned. She tried to drive 
more and more of his cock into her cunt. Her tongue rolled erotically 
around in Jimmy's mouth as he kissed her.

Her nipples were all puckered with pleasure and they were very hard. 
They sent little shivers of bliss coursing through Cathy's body, 
heightening the fleshy ecstasy which had possessed her.

Jimmy brought his mouth down and began to suckle on Cathy's nipple. He 
ran his tongue around and around on the hard little cherry-red nubbin.

He teased and tickled the tiny, hardened bud of her tit, and then 
started to sink his teeth into her tit.

"Ohhh, Jimmy, yesss!" Cathy hissed.

Jimmy went from one breast to the other, as his peter plunged deeply 
into her wet hot cavern of desire.

"Oh, lover, suck it!" Cathy screamed. She ground her hot swollen muff 
into Jimmy's hairy groin, loving the way his thick cock felt in her 
cunt.

His tongue tantalized her tits, circling the areola, and then the 
breast itself. Cathy continued to moan in ecstasy and romantic passion.

She felt as if she were falling in love with her brother.

As the thought occurred to her, she wondered if she hadn't always been 
in love with him. He had always been so good to her, and his cock felt 
so marvelous as it dipped deep into her honey pot, and then pulled out, 
only to plunge into her again.

She started to tremble all over, on the verge of orgasm. Against her 
quivering ass cheeks, her brother's soaking wet balls slapped lewdly.

"Oh, more, more, more!" Cathy gasped, beside herself with the wild 
feelings which coursed through her. "Oh, I love your big prick in my 
cunt."

They started to fuck faster and faster. Their breathing got very heavy. 
It rasped harshly from their lust-constricted throats, as they wallowed 
in the fleshy pleasure of their impending climaxes. Their flesh smacked 
against each other wetly.

Cathy's juices were flowing more heavily than she had ever felt them 
flow in her life. They trickled out of her stuffed hole and trickled in 
a shiny flood down her ass cheeks, and pooled on the bed beneath her 
humping ass.

Her syrup covered Jimmy's big pole as it pistoned in and out of her 
cunt. Jimmy's eyes closed, and he pressed Cathy so tightly to his chest 
that she lost her breath. She didn't mind in the least. Her 
breathlessness only increased her pleasure.

Jimmy's balls were aching. He felt them contract, felt them unleash the 
torrid flood of his liquid desire deeply into Cathy's aching cunt.

"Ohhh!" Jimmy gasped, pressing his mouth to Cathy's ear. He could feel 
her spasms getting stronger, knew that she was coming. "Come on, Cathy, 
come on! Squeeze your pussy around my cock. Ohhh, shit, it feels so 
great!"

Cathy started to squeal as she felt Jimmy's spunk washing against the 
walls of her cunt. Her hips went out of control. They slammed furiously 
up and down, slamming into Jimmy's wet, hairy groin, as her orgasm 
started to peak.

Jimmy kept shooting his hot load into Cathy, as a wild storm went off 
in Cathy's cunt. The slight soreness from her ruptured hymen totally 
disappeared as Cathy felt her cunt flooded with her brother's juices.

The puddle beneath her humping hips got bigger and bigger, as the two 
of them came violently.

Finally, both of their bodies collapsed, suddenly. They lay in a wet, 
heaving soggy, fleshy mass, locked together in their pleasure, weak 
from the aftermath of their violent, prolonged orgasm.

Jimmy's meat was still hard. It throbbed wildly in Cathy's cunt as they 
kissed and caressed each other.

"Was that good?" Jimmy asked, kissing her warm soft cheek.

Cathy squeezed his hot, sweating body against her lush curves, and 
moaned softly. She reached up and bit his earlobe.

"Oh, yes, Jimmy. It was so good."

"Unh!" Jimmy grunted as he pulled out of her. He winced. Her cunt was 
so tight and it had provided such intense stimulation to his cock that 
he was sore. Cathy was sore, too.  Her thighs were stained with blood 
and come juice.

Cathy looked down, pleased that she was now a woman.

"Oh, God, Cathy! We have to clean this mess up before Mom and Dad see 
it."

Cathy laughed at her brother's stricken look.

"It isn't the first time I've stained the bed. I can just tell Mom I 
had a heavy period."

"No, you can't!" Jimmy retorted. "Last week Mom scolded you for taking 
the last of her Tampax and not telling her."

Cathy sat up, feeling their combined come juices oozing out of her 
recently opened slit.

"Yeah, you're right. O.K. I'll do a wash."

"I got some underwear and a pair of jeans, while you're at it," Jimmy 
grinned, getting up off the bed.

"Yeah, I have some stuff, too. I know! Let's surprise Mom and Dad. Go 
to the hamper in their bathroom, and get their laundry. We can have it 
all done by the time they get home." The young people started a wash in 
the washing machine, and then Cathy started to make supper, with Jimmy 
helping.

They had taken a shower together, and washed away the telltale signs of 
their indulged lust.

They sat down to dinner and talked.

"I'm so sore," Jimmy said.

"I didn't think guys got sore," Cathy said, enjoying the steak. She was 
starved.

"Of course they do! I may be hard but the skin is sensitive."

"Oh!" Cathy exclaimed. That was something new for her.

"Pass me the potatoes," Jimmy asked.

"Do you get starved after you have sex, too?"

Jimmy grinned. Cathy returned the grin.

"So that's why you come home and go to the refrigerator!" Cathy 
exclaimed, laughing.

"Well, that's your second helping, too!" Jimmy retorted, as Cathy piled 
another generous load of potatoes on her plate. "Now I'll know when 
you've been fucking, too!"

Cathy grinned at him. She felt as if the two of them had a conspiracy 
going. They had known each other intimately.

"Do you still feel guilty?" she asked.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. "It's not right, making it with your own 
sister."

"I don't know why. It sure felt good. You know what I'd like to do?" 
she asked, pointing her fork at him. "I'd like to suck off your cock."

Jimmy's mouth dropped. "You--you would?"

"Yeah! And I'd like you to suck off my pussy."

"Well," Jimmy grinned, twitching in his seat. "We'll have to make a 
date to do that!"

"Hunh!" Cathy snorted sarcastically. "That's some guilt you feel."

"Oh, lay off!" Jimmy retorted, digging into his steak.

"I just want sex, sex, and more sex!" Cathy gasped, twitching in her 
seat.

"Bet you don't want any more tonight!" her brother said.

"I have to do my homework," Cathy said.

"Yeah, and I'll bet you're sore!"

Cathy grinned, acknowledging the truth of the matter.

The two of them were sound asleep when their mother and father came 
home. They checked on their sleeping progeny, and smiled when they saw 
the laundry done.

"Isn't that just like them?" their mother said, when she saw the neat 
pile.

Mr. Jones kissed his wife, his tongue prying deeply into her warm, 
receptive mouth.

"Of course it is, darling! Look what they have for a mother!"

They went to bed to make love, not even suspecting the awful truth.

The next day, Wayne was sitting with his friends at school.

"Well, did you?" Ron asked, grinning.

"Yeah, what happened?" Whitey asked the sheepish Wayne.

"Nothing!"

"If you don't talk, we're going to do some talking of our own!" Ron 
threatened.

"Yeah, well ...!" Wayne gulped, as he remembered the incident. Jimmy 
had promised to come after him at lunch time.

Reluctantly, Wayne told them the whole story, ungarnished. He made sure 
to inform them that Jimmy had promised to get his ass at lunch time.

"Well," Whitey sighed, getting up from the table. "This girl is turning 
into the femme fatale of the school, and she's not even a cock-teaser 
the way Stephanie and Suzy are!"

"Let's go!" Ron said, also getting up from the table.

Very reluctantly, Wayne followed his friends, as they went out to the 
school yard to keep their tryst with Jimmy.

When Cathy came home from school that night, Jimmy was in conference 
with his parents, having been caught beating the hell out of Wayne and 
his friends. Jimmy's only companion had been Ned Benson. They had just 
about finished the job when one of the school yard monitors caught 
them.

"Hello," Cathy said sheepishly, coming into the living room.

"Darling, what did Wayne try to do to you?"

Cathy shrugged. She had to defend her brother.

"Oh, the usual things boys try to do to girls in school," Cathy said. 
"He was trying to get into my pants, and Jimmy caught him."

Mrs. Jones gasped.

"Listen to me, young lady!" her father said sternly. "Your brother has 
just got ten demerits for fighting for your honor."

Cathy smiled at her brother lovingly.

"I know. He didn't have to do it, though. None of the other girls' 
brothers would have done it, but he promised, and I didn't feel it 
would be right to talk him out of it."

Mr. Jones shook his head.

"I just don't understand youngsters these days!" he exclaimed. "Maybe 
I'm older than I think I am!"

"Dear," Mrs. Jones said to her son, "I think your devotion and your 
loyalty to your sister is highly to be commended. But fighting in a 
school yard because a boy made a pass at her ..."

"Well, wouldn't you be proud of Dad if he punched some one out for 
making a pass at you?"

Mrs. Jones looked at her husband. It was a telling argument, and her 
husband had, indeed, been involved in more than one brawl because some 
man had got out of hand.

The two of them grinned sheepishly at each other.

"I wash my hands of the matter!" Mr. Jones said, throwing up his hands 
in the air. "I can't punish you for defending Cathy, and I don't know 
what to do about the brash young men in her school, short of putting 
her in a private girls' school ...!"

"Oh, Daddy! You wouldn't do that, you wouldn't!" Cathy exclaimed, 
distressed. "I like boys!"

"I'm quite sure, young lady. Do try to be more firm resisting their 
advances, will you please?"

"Yes, Dad."

"At least try not to let your brother catch you necking in the corners. 
That will save a lot of trouble." her mother said.

Cathy's eyebrows shot up. That was a very strange thing for her mother 
to say to her! Her father, apparently, thought the same thing.

"June, what in hell are you saying to our daughter?"

"Darling, come off it! We were at it when we weren't much older."

"But she's just fourteen ..."

"Cathy!" Mrs. Jones said to her daughter, sternly. "I expect you to 
remain a virgin until you're sixteen. And before you take the leap, I 
expect you to come to me for birth control advice."

"Yes, Mom," the bewildered and awed Cathy said. She went to her room, 
to do her homework. She had to admit that she had the greatest parents 
in the world.

And she had the greatest brother in the world. It made her almost want 
to cry.

She couldn't very well promise her mother to remain a virgin. Suddenly 
she felt very guilty. Her parents weren't denying her anything. They 
were just trying to guide her so that her life would be good and 
wholesome, and so that her experiences would be worthwhile.

Getting her cherry popped by her brother had certainly been worthwhile.

Cathy put her homework aside. For once another need took precedence 
over the sexual demands of her precociously active body.

She couldn't promise to remain a virgin, that was true. But she could 
keep it in the family. She didn't think her brother was going to like 
what she had in mind.

Cathy wrote three letters: one to her mother, promising in carefully-
worded terms that she wouldn't sleep with any of the boys in school, 
and one to her father, telling him how wonderful he was, and one to her 
brother. Her brother would have to work off the ten demerits.

That meant extra time in school, doing extra assignments. She told him 
how much she appreciated him as a brother, and promised to do his 
English and French homework every day until he had worked off his 
demerit points.

She sneaked downstairs, just before supper, and quietly slipped the 
letters beside the dinner plates on the already-set table.

She walked into the living room, where her family were watching 
television. The house had the savory fragrance of roast lamb.

"Supper will be ready in a few minutes," her mother said, looking up 
from some darning she was going. "And don't pick at the salad! It will 
spoil your supper."

"I won't," Cathy said, sitting down next to her brother. Her brother, 
who was reading a novel, cuffed her with it.

"Find your own seat!" he said.

Cathy giggled, and pinched him.

"Hey!" he barked, wrestling her onto the floor.

"Jimmy! That's no way to treat a lady!" his father barked, looking over 
his newspaper.

"She ain't a lady!" Jimmy said.

"Well, treat her as if she were one," his father admonished. "Whether 
she is or not!" With that, Mr. Jones grinned at his daughter, and 
winked.

"One of the boys in school said that his father said you treat a lady 
like a whore, and a whore like a lady," Cathy said, sententiously.

"Don't tell me who the father is," Mr. Jones said, ironically. "I have 
no use for men who consort with prostitutes--most especially men who 
have wives and consort with prostitutes."

"Why?" Cathy asked.

"Because I think it's outrageous that women have to sell their bodies 
for the pleasure of a man. I think it's sexual slavery."

"Oh, I don't know about that," her mother purred, a soft, sensual smile 
on her mouth. "It's always been one of my favorite sexual fantasies."

"Indeed!" Mr. Jones said, looking at his wife with a peculiar 
expression.

The telephone rang, and Mrs. Jones answered it. She came back into the 
room to talk to her husband.

"It's the Allisons. Norma's sister has come over with her new baby, and 
they want to know if we want to go over after supper for a drink to see 
him."

"I'd love to, darling," Mr. Jones said, not looking up from his 
newspaper.

Supper was especially nice that night, when Cathy's family found their 
letters. Jimmy looked at her and alternately grinned and frowned at 
her. Cathy got more than her usual share of hugs and kisses and fond 
praise, and her share of that was exceptional under any circumstance.

When Cathy's mother started to clear away the plates, Cathy took them 
away from her.

"Jimmy and I will do the dishes, won't we, Jimmy?"

"Sure! You and Dad go to the Allisons."

"My word! We do have a fine set of children!" June Jones said, kissing 
both her children, and going up to change her dress.

Mr. Jones watched the brother and sister clearing the table, listened 
to their bantering for a moment with fond pride.

He sighed, as he heard his wife come downstairs.

"Bob, I'm ready if you are, dear."

"Coming, June."

"So long, Dad, have fun!" Cathy grinned. Mr. Jones was very grateful 
that Cathy had promised to remain a virgin until she was sixteen, for 
so he had construed her letter, as had his wife. She was certainly an 
eyeful.

"Kids, I think it's time we sat down, and revised your allowances," he 
said, filling up with joy at their goodness, and their beauty.

He left the two of them looking wonderfully surprised and happy.

As soon as Jimmy heard the front door close he turned to his sister.

"How are you going to do without sex now that you've had it!" he 
exclaimed, his psychological instincts quite sound. "You couldn't do 
without it before."

"Brother, we're keeping it in the family," Cathy said with a sly grin. 
She looked at her brother's crotch. He had a hard-on.

She wanted to put her long, slim fingers on his big peter, and jerk it 
off until he came. She wanted to suck on it, and pull it all the way 
down her throat.

Then she wanted to fuck him again, to put his big monster in her cunt 
and have him pump in and out of her until she had no skin left in her 
hot little tunnel.

She flicked her tongue over her lips.

"Yeah, well that sounds kind of sick to me!" Jimmy said.

"It can't be any sicker than last night, and I don't happen to think it 
was sick!" Cathy exclaimed. "The people in the Bible did it all the 
time."

That gave Jimmy pause for thought.

"What am I supposed to do? Give up all my girlfriends? Give up Suzy?"

"No, I never asked you that. You're just taking on someone else, that's 
all."

"Well, I don't like it!" Jimmy said, wiping a dish with extra vigor.

"What's wrong with me, you don't like my cunt, meathead?"

Jimmy grinned and flicked the towel at his sister.

"All right, little girl, we'll see who's boss."

Jimmy threw the towel on the counter, and unbuckled his belt, and then 
pulled down his jeans.

Cathy felt her cunt cream immediately.

She started to get real hot and bothered. Her eyes got a strange glow 
that turned Jimmy on. She moved slowly toward him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jimmy asked, his voice husky with 
desire. He wanted her, and wanted to tease her. He backed away 
slightly.

"I want your meat, lover boy," Cathy said, her voice gravely with 
desire.

"You're crazy!" Jimmy expostulated, and then his desire dried up his 
capacity for speech. His eyes hop-scotched over his sister's nubile 
body. He watched her tits dance with her movements, saw the long 
slender curve of her waist, felt the air on his burgeoning cock.

He knew he had to have it. He knew with all his heart that he wanted to 
fuck his lovely, luscious ravishing sister. But he was used to playing 
the dominant role. That was why he had pulled his jeans down--to 
intimidate his sister.

She wasn't having any part of it. She had taken the dominant role.

Cathy came very close to her brother, who had ceased to back off. He 
was too hot and horny. He didn't care if he fucked her on the kitchen 
floor.

Cathy pressed her soft moist lips against Jimmy's and he grabbed her 
closely, pressing her lovely tit mounds against his chest.

She opened her mouth and began to invade Jimmy's mouth with her tongue.

She started to explore his gums, and his tongue.

To Jimmy, Cathy had the sweetest mouth in the world. It tasted so good, 
as he flicked his tongue into her hot oral cavity. Her lips were tender 
and tasty, and he flicked his tongue over them, and then teasingly bit 
her lower lip.

Cathy felt her nipples pucker into hard little nubbins, as she kissed 
her brother. She fumbled with her hands, finding the buttons of his 
plaid shirt, and she unbuttoned it, pulling it away from his manly 
chest.

She started to work her mouth down the manly column of his neck, 
savoring the salty taste of his sweat. She sucked on both his nipples, 
and smiled to herself, as she heard his breathing become harsher, 
deeper, as his passion grew.

She bit and kissed his chest, and then his belly. She pried her tongue 
into his navel, wiggling it around.

Jimmy moaned. Cathy had won the day.



Chapter 4


Cathy kept moving down on her brother's body, driving him insane. Soon 
her mouth was nibbling at the pubic hairs just above his cock.

"Ohh!" Jimmy moaned. He swayed, and leaned backward, pressing his 
elbows into the kitchen counter.

Cathy's mouth watered, as she inhaled the musky aroma of her brother's 
masculinity. She wanted to dine on her brother's mule, to suck it and 
to fuck it. It didn't matter to her whether or not it was incest.

Cathy grasped it at its throbbing base, savoring the hot feel of it 
against her soft palm, and she studied it, carefully.

The head was a purplish hue. The veins were prominent in his throbbing 
shaft, and Cathy traced the line of them with a finger, delicately 
wandering over the shaft. Cathy then started to approach his cock, 
slowly with her mouth. She relaxed her mouth, intending to take every 
single inch of it into her sweet throat.

She placed her mouth on Jimmy's rod. With her tongue, she began to 
tease the crack in the head, pressing her tongue inward, sucking up the 
spunk which was oozing from it.

She scooped up the musky pre-come with her tongue, and sucked it down 
her throat. She liked the taste of it, even if it were a little 
strange. Cathy, when she masturbated, had tasted her come cream on her 
fingers, and she knew that her pussy syrup also tasted queer until she 
got used to it.

Her left hand crept around her brother's trembling haunches, and she 
started to knead his ass cheek. She started to bob up and down on her 
brother's cock. She kept licking at his shaft as she buried more and 
more of it in her throat.

"Mmmmm," Cathy moaned, pulling her mouth off his shaft for a moment to 
smile up at him, "it tastes good, Jimmy."

"Unh!" Jimmy gasped. Cathy's mouth opened wide, and again she took his 
cock in her mouth. Slowly she buried his cock in her mouth, bobbing up 
and down on it, each downward thrust of her mouth causing more and more 
of his cock to disappear.

"Oh, Cathy, that feels good," Jimmy gasped, as more and more of his 
shaft disappeared into his sister's mouth.

He didn't think she could get all of it in, but Cathy thought 
differently. She didn't care if she suffocated on his monstrous peter. 
She was going to get all of it into her mouth.

She started to move her head back and forth at a leisurely pace. Their 
parents wouldn't be home for a long time, and that gave her the chance 
to really enjoy her brother's cock.

She started to get more and more of his huge cock into her mouth.

Jimmy stared at her with disbelief. At first he didn't think she was 
going to do it, but now he knew she would.

He felt his cock head pressing against the entrance to her throat. She 
gagged and pulled out a little. Her mouth was small and elastic, and to 
Jimmy it felt like a wet cushion against his raging phallus.

He started to buck his hips forward, to press forward gently.

"Oh, Sis!" he gasped. "Take it. Take all of it. Damn! Ohh!" he gasped. 
He started to fuck her mouth, his hips going out of his rational 
control as his excitement built. He was close to an orgasm and he knew 
it.

He grabbed her head with both of his hands as she started to suck more 
on his shaft. Without warning, Jimmy felt his balls contract.

"Ohh, Cathy, I'm going to come!" he gasped, throwing his head back.

Cathy moaned around his cock. The vibration of her moan was all Jimmy 
needed. He felt his hot loads of gism pouring up through his throbbing 
hot shaft.

Cathy plunged downward one more time and felt her throat walls being 
stretched by her brother's cock. Her nose and mouth were now firmly 
planted against his hairy groin.

Jimmy couldn't believe the pressure which had built up in his groin. He 
humped back and forth furiously, as his come juice poured out of his 
piss slit.

He started to fuck her mouth with increasing intensity.

"Ohh, drink it all, baby. Drink it all. It's all for you!"

Jimmy's words only inflamed Cathy further. Her tongue went mad on his 
cock. She gulped furiously, trying to capture every last drop of 
Jimmy's scum, as it poured into her throat.

Her hands kneaded his rippling ass cheeks eagerly as he slammed into 
her, tickling her nose and mouth with his wiry pubic hairs.

For Cathy, having her brother's cock in her mouth, as hard, almost, as 
a gun barrel, was an incredible sensation. Her own cunt was creaming 
madly, as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

Jimmy erupted like a long-dormant volcano. His body trembled violently 
as he spewed wad after wad of gism deep into his sister's throat. All 
his fondness for her increased, as he watched her face, her cheeks 
puffed out with the enormous load she had taken into her willing mouth.

He grinned as he saw some of his scum dribble out of the corner of her 
mouth. Her teeth scraped gently against his raging rod. His swollen 
balls became empty and then his body relaxed. He felt hot waves of 
pleasure coursing up and down his spine.

Cathy kept on sucking until Jimmy's super-sensitized cock couldn't take 
any more stimulation.

"Hey!" he gasped, wincing with the pain. He pulled his sister's mouth 
off his cock. It was still semi-erect, and glistening with her saliva.

 Cathy smiled at him, and licked her lips.

"Was that O.K., Jimmy?"

"That was super. You're the best cock-sucker I've ever come across!" He 
pulled her to her feet.

Cathy put her arms around him. She needed to get off, too.

"Your come tasted really good," she said.

"You acted like you've done it all your life!"

Cathy grinned at the compliment.

"What about me?" she asked.

Jimmy grinned at her lasciviously.

"Let's finish the dishes first," he said, teasing her.

Cathy finished the dishes, while her panties became a soggy mess of 
come juice. She still tasted her brother's manhood in her mouth, and 
occasionally she licked her lips. As she reached up to put some dishes 
in the cabinet, the bottom of her round ass cheeks showed, since the 
lifting motion of her arms hiked up her mini-skirt.

By now Jimmy's cock was a raging inferno of lust again.

He grabbed his sister's panties, and pulled them down.

"Oooh, Jimmy, what are you doing, you big brute?" she demanded, 
mimicking her mother.

Jimmy grunted, and pulled Cathy to the floor. He wanted his cock 
buried, balls-deep in her cunt, and he intended to get it there.

He lifted Cathy's slender body slightly, making her legs straddle his 
haunches. His huge peter stood straight up in the air. Cathy looked 
down on it and felt as if her insides were melting with her desire.

Slowly, tenderly, Jimmy started to insert his large peter into her cunt 
hole.

Cathy placed her hands on either side of his body, as she slowly 
lowered herself on Jimmy's tool. Her muscles started to tease the large 
head, as she contracted them around his peter.

"Oh, ahh!" Jimmy groaned, feeling the pressure build in his raging 
groin.

"Oh, Jimmy, it feels so good," Cathy breathed, as she slowly worked her 
way down on his huge pole. "Oh, put it in deeper. Ohh, more, more, 
Jimmy, so wonderful!" she gasped.

His cock appeared to be bigger than it was yesterday, and Cathy's cunt 
was just as tight, so the pleasure was incredible.

Cathy was doubly excited when she knew that a lot of the girls in 
school loved his cock, and knew it personally, intimately. Now it was 
hers, for just this moment at least, and Cathy intended to enjoy it to 
the fullest.

Cathy's cunt engulfed his whole prick. The feeling was sensational.

"Ohh, you're so big, you feel so good!" she gasped.

"You're tight, you know it?"

"Of course!" Cathy said, sarcastically. "You only busted my cherry last 
night, remember?"

"And how!" Jimmy exclaimed.

Cathy started to ride Jimmy's prick, right there in the middle of the 
kitchen floor.

"Oh, Sis, you're too much. Keep going!" Jimmy gasped, as he felt her 
tight walls sucking on his raging prick.

He began to slam his hips upward, driving his cock more and more deeply 
into her hot, wet pussy.

"Jimmy, lover, keep moving like that. It's wonderful!" Cathy exclaimed.

Her cunt felt as if it were stuffed with his skin and meat, more 
stuffed than it had been last night.

Jimmy reached up and started to knead Cathy's tits, as she bounced up 
and down on his raging peter.

"Oh, do that some more. It feels so good!" Cathy gasped.

"I'm gonna come, Cathy!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Yes, come!" Cathy hissed fiercely. She started to bounce up and down 
on Jimmy's raging peter with more and more fury.

"I want to feel all your scum in my cunt."

Cathy's pussy juices wet Jimmy's cock, and soaked his pubic hairs. She 
could feel her ass becoming soaked with her come juices, as she ground 
her muff on Jimmy's pubic hairs. She slammed her pelvis onto her 
brother's huge ramrod, savoring the feeling of his huge prick stuffing 
her tiny tunnel.

His hips twitched wildly, as his orgasm rose in his teeming loins, and 
threatened to engulf him and her with wads of hot, steaming jizz.

Cathy's face was flushed with her passion. She wanted his cock more 
than anything, and being stuffed with Jimmy's dick only heightened her 
desire for sex.

"Oh, Jimmy, ram that big rod into me!" she shrieked, her hips rocking 
lewdly back and forth on his throbbing dork.

Jimmy did the best he could, and that was superb. He slammed almost 
brutally into his sister's cunt, sensing her need, feeling her cuntal 
walls close in around his raging shaft, as her own orgasm started to 
build deep in her belly.

The two of them humped into each other faster and faster. Cathy's eyes 
closed, and her head snapped backward, as her cunt started to erupt 
with a monumental orgasm.

"Oh, I'm coming, Jimmy!" she gasped. Their bodies were wet with sweat, 
as they both writhed in the throes of their orgasms. Cathy pressed her 
pelvis down hard on her brother's body, as she felt the relieving 
convulsions course through her body.

Cathy's orgasm peaked, and then slowly faded away, as she felt her 
brother shoot his second wad into one of her orifices. She sagged 
forward slightly. The two of them remained quiet for a moment, locked 
together in lewd embrace.

"Oh, that was wonderful!" Cathy gasped. She started to kiss her 
brother, who grabbed her, and returned the kiss, his tongue snaking 
hotly into her mouth.

He couldn't seem to get enough of her, as his tongue savored the hot 
wet sweetness of her mouth.

"I want more!" she gasped.

"Me, too, but I have homework to do."

"Later, then!" Cathy gasped.

"Later," Jimmy responded.

The two of them separated, and finished cleaning up the kitchen.

Cathy went to her room. Excited as she was, her session with her 
brother had calmed her down sufficiently for her to get her homework 
done.

She went to her brother's room.

"Jimmy?"

"I'm not finished with my homework!" Jimmy barked.

"I want your English and French homework," Cathy said.

Jimmy swung his door open.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah--for now!"

Jimmy gave her the homework, and then she took it to her room to do it.

Their parents came in later, a little tipsy. Cathy heard them laughing 
and talking together in the kitchen.

Curious, she went downstairs to join them.

"Hello, dear. Did you get your homework done?"

"Yup! Mine and Jimmy's," Cathy said. Jimmy came down for a glass of 
milk. "Did you get your extra assignment done?" his father asked him.

"Yeah. I got it done. It's gonna be a bitch for the next two weeks, 
though."

"Jimmy!" his mother said. "Your language."

"I can't help it, Mom. A bitch is a bitch."

Cathy giggled.

After their parents were in bed, Jimmy crept into his sister's room. 
She was up and waiting for him.

She was nude, and she grinned lasciviously at her brother.

"Now what the fuck do you want?" he grinned, feeling his cock come to 
life in his jeans.

"I want you to go down on me!" Cathy said.

Jimmy laughed. "You're nuts!"

"So are you," Cathy said, grinning, and spreading her legs.

"You gonna stand up while I'm doing it?"

"You did!"

"I was leaning against the counter. You're going to be sorry!"

Jimmy laughed as he got down on his knees. He inhaled deeply of his 
sister's fluffy muff, and moaned. She smelled so sweet.

He ran his hands up and down over the backs of her thighs, and then 
kneaded her marvelous ass cheeks, which were so soft and firm.

Jimmy started to lick the outer lips of her swollen cunt. The light 
fuzz on her muff tickled his tongue. He pulled gently on the soft 
hairs.

Cathy grunted, and her hands came down to rest on her brother's thick, 
shiny hair. She ruffled his hair fondly, as his tongue started to pry 
between her soft pink meat.

He tasted her come juices, and smacked his lips, enjoying the taste.

Cathy moaned. She removed her hands from her brother's head and started 
to massage her titties, which were swelling with the passion rising in 
her. She rubbed the areolas, and the nipples, and then kneaded the 
nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, feeling them pucker to a 
hardness which made her tingle with pleasure.

Jimmy moaned against Cathy's cunt, as his tongue pried into her sweet 
pink meat. His tongue moved up and down over her lovely little labia.

He pried his tongue into her drooling hot little cavern of lust.

Cathy's hips started to rock back and forth in a copulatory dance, as 
her brother's tongue ran up and down over her muff.

His tongue found her clitoris, and he began to tease it, circling it 
wetly with the tip of his tongue. Cathy got more and more excited.

Cathy felt as if she had indulged in an orgy of sex for the last two 
days. And the more she got, the more she wanted.

She was beginning to wonder if she were abnormal. She would have to 
talk to her brother about it. She could always talk to him about sex, 
and not get silly answers, as she did from some of her girlfriends in 
school.

And she didn't have to go through the nervous strain of asking her 
parents. She didn't want them to know what she was doing.

Jimmy started to roll his tongue up and down over Cathy's swollen 
labia. Cathy's passion rose. Her hands on her breasts became more and 
more demanding. Oodles of come drooled from her cunt hole. Her face was 
flushed with her lust.

"Jimmy, ohhh. Jimmy! I'm going to come!" she gasped, trying to keep her 
voice low so that her parents wouldn't hear them.

Jimmy's tongue jabbed into her quivering cunt hole. He felt her cuntal 
muscles gripping at his prying tongue.

He moaned again, as he pushed his tongue inward, sucking up her juices, 
and savoring them as they spewed in hot loads from her pussy.

Cathy started to tremble, and Jimmy placed his hands firmly on her 
haunches to steady her. She started to shake furiously. She turned 
white as a leaf.

Jimmy pulled his tongue away.

"Don't stop!" Cathy gasped, her eyes wide with the fury of her 
impending orgasm.

"Put your hands on my shoulders," Jimmy instructed, afraid that she 
would fall down and hurt herself.

He felt his sister's hands, the palms wet with sweat, braced on his 
shoulders. Again he buried his face in her fragrant crotch, and licked. 
He could feel the tremor increase in violence in her cunt, and he knew 
she was going to come.

Cathy felt as if her whole body were going to come apart. Her heart 
hammered in her chest. Her knees felt as if they were jelly.

Cathy's pelvis rocked wildly as she ground her muff heavily into her 
brother's hard-sucking mouth.

Jimmy was eating his sister furiously, savoring the sweet fragrance of 
her womanhood, the slimy aromatic juices which poured from her cunt, as 
she came furiously.

"Ohhh, Jimmy, I'm coming!" she gasped. His tongue moved up and down 
with increasing fury, as he felt his sister's orgasm pitch her body 
slightly forward. Her hips rocked back and forth with a fury that made 
him afraid she would knock her back out.

Her grip on his shoulders tightened until she was bruising his skin. 
Jimmy didn't care, as long as he provided her with the pleasure that 
she had given him.

He kept sucking on her muff, until Cathy had finished with her orgasm.

The pleasure was so intense that Cathy was afraid that she was going to 
faint. She sagged forward, as the last sweet tendrils of pleasure faded 
away. Jimmy caught her before she keeled over.

Laughing, he carried her to her bed, and tucked her in. He sat on the 
edge of the bed, caressing her soft silky hair.

"Jimmy?" she asked softly, her eyes closed.

"What?"

"Am I sick or something?"

"What?"

"Am I a nymphomaniac or something like that?"

"Why would you say a thing like that?"

"Because I never get enough."

"Oh, you will!" her brother exclaimed. "Sooner or later, you'll 
discover that other things are just as important as sex."

"Nothing could be as important as sex!" Cathy exclaimed.

"That's true!" Jimmy laughed. "But you'll see," he said, kissing her. 
"Pretty soon, you'll want other things just as much. I was like that, 
too, when I first discovered sex."

"You were?"

"Yeah! If I could get it five times a day, I'd take it."

"Sleep with me, Jimmy." Cathy asked, feeling very, very sleepy, and 
wanting her brother's warmth next to her.

"No."

"Oh, Jimmy, please!" Cathy exclaimed.

"No, Cathy. What if Mom and Dad caught us? As it is we're being pretty 
gross, Bible or not!"

Cathy giggled. Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed, until his sister had 
fallen sound asleep. Then he went to his room, to jerk off.

His sister always turned him on. And even if he could control his 
sexual impulses now, and get his homework done, he would still take it 
four or five times a day, if he could.

Sometimes, he did on weekends!

She was sexy in an innocent way. She really didn't have to act sexy to 
turn Jimmy on or any of the boys at school for that matter.



Chapter 5


Cathy now found herself with a real and genuine problem on her hands.

In the first place, among her set, in order to get to the prom, you had 
to put out in order to get a date. That was the heaviest date in the 
whole school year.

When she was a virgin, Cathy had resigned herself to no prom, but this 
year she wanted to go.

In the first place, she felt every bit as womanly as any of the other 
girls in school.

She realized how much of a lover her brother was, when she compared him 
to Wayne. Wayne was still mooning around Cathy, but Cathy, who was nice 
to him, refused all his advances.

She had promised her mother and father that she would not sleep with 
any of the guys at school.

She and her brother had a good relationship going, emotionally as well 
as sexually. By now he had worked off his demerit points.

He had bought Cathy a lovely little gold pinkie ring with some of his 
savings. Cathy was very touched by his gift, especially since Cathy 
assumed some of the responsibility for his having acquired the demerits 
in the first place.

It was Saturday morning, and Cathy was sitting, disconsolate, in front 
of the television set. She had finished her household chores. Her 
homework was all done, and she didn't want to go out.

She had only three weeks to go before the prom. Everyone else in her 
class was going, which meant that there were no virgins left.

She had asked Sybil how she got her date. Sybil and she were the last 
hold-outs. Sybil had giggled. She was going with David Potter, who was 
a rather good-looking boy, if excessively intellectual.

Sybil merely giggled.

"I took the plunge, what else? Why don't you, Cathy?"

"Ohhh," Cathy mourned, "I promised my mother!" She couldn't very well 
admit that she was still a virgin, so she avoided the word. But she 
couldn't very well tell the girls that she had had her cherry popped by 
her brother. So she was stuck with no date for the prom.

Stephanie had been no help at all! That made Cathy very, very angry 
with her. She was going to the prom with Gerald, who had copped her 
cherry, but Stephanie had no ideas about the matter.

Cathy stared at the television set with unseeing eyes, pondering her 
dilemma. She didn't deserve this, she thought to herself. She felt 
betrayed by Stephanie, and very bewildered.

"Hey, what's the matter?" her brother asked her, coming into the living 
room.

"Oh, Jimmy, I'm in a pickle!"

"What kind this time?" her brother grinned. Cathy looked up at him, and 
her pussy creamed. Both her parents were around the house today, so 
there was no chance of their getting together.

She was almost jealous that he had a date that night.

She sighed.

"I'm the only girl in the freshman class who's not going to the prom. 
You know what that means?"

Jimmy laughed. "That means you're the only virgin in the class."

"That's not funny, Jimmy. I feel like a hypocrite."

"Yeah, sometimes I do, too."

"Well, you don't have to go around pretending you're a virgin! I do, 
because nobody would believe me if told them, anyway!"

"Oh, yes they would. Suzy's brother Arnold copped her cherry before she 
ever started on her cock-teasing campaign."

Cathy's eyes widened. "You're kidding!"

"No. I've been feeling so guilty about you and me that I did some 
research. We aren't so bad. Lots of the kids in school have done it."

"Well, that doesn't make me feel better. I want to go to the prom!" 
Cathy wailed.

"Gee, Sis, I don't know what to tell you."

"Can you find me a date?"

Jimmy sighed and leaned forward.

"I'll ask the guys in school. I know the guys in my class aren't going 
to want to go to the prom with a freshman, but maybe one of them has a 
brother who goes to another school."

"Oh, would you, Jimmy?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. The least you could have is the right to sit here and 
say that the only reason you're not going to the prom is that you're a 
virgin, but you can't even do that."

"That's not your fault," Cathy said mournfully. "I wanted it as bad as 
you did."

The telephone rang.

It was Stephanie. "Want to come to my house? Gerald's here, and he has 
a friend with him. He might be the answer to your problem!"

Stephanie's voice had a ring to it, as if she were up to something. And 
if Gerald was at Stephanie's house, Cathy was pretty sure that her 
parents weren't home.

It made her nervous. Gerald hung out with some older men, and even 
Cathy's mother, who wasn't too critical of Cathy's friends, had said 
that she didn't like "that Gerald or his questionable friends."

"I don't know, Steph. Wait till I ask Mom."

"Oh, you chicken. Why do you always have to ask your mother?"

"Because!" Cathy said, slamming the phone down on the table, and 
storming out to the kitchen.

"May I go to Stephanie's house, Mother?" she asked, her tone 
belligerent. Her mother laughed.

"Well, of course. Were you expecting a fight from me?"

"No, but I'm gonna give fight to Stephanie. She called me chicken for 
asking you if I could go."

"Stephanie's mother should get a good spanking for leaving the child 
free to do as she pleases without supervision. Of course you may go, 
dear. Have a good time, and be home by three. Daddy's going to take us 
all out to supper."

Cathy went back to the phone.

"I can come," she said.

"O.K. I'll wait for you. Hurry up! We're gonna have a lot of fun."

Cathy didn't like the set-up, the minute she walked into the house. For 
one thing, both men were stripped to their jockey shorts, and 
Stephanie, giggling, met Cathy at the door in a bathrobe, and Cathy 
suspected that she had nothing under it.

She walked into the living room, and was introduced to Gerald, whom she 
knew. He was a darkly handsome boy, who always had a slightly snide 
look on his face, as if he had just got away with something.

Cathy was pretty sure that wasn't far from the truth.

The man with him was named Troy. Cathy gasped when she saw him. He was 
older, and went to another high school in the city. She remembered him 
because he was a basketball champ, and his team had beaten the team at 
her school several times.

He was also supposed to be the baddest boy in town. He lived in the 
ghetto with his widowed mother, and she had heard rumors about how he 
supported his mother and two younger sisters. The sisters always came 
to the games with him.

He was tall, and dark-haired, with dark, passionate-looking eyes. He 
sat, grining on the couch, in his jockey shorts, as Stephanie 
introduced him.

"He's one of Gerald's friends. He's agreed to go to the prom with you."

Cathy got scared. Stephanie told her everything, and she knew that 
Stephanie frequently went to parties with Gerald, where all the girls 
and boys mixed it up.

Cathy thought it was marvelous and the stories always made her cunt 
cream wildly, but she didn't want to be part of such a scene, and she 
certainly didn't want to get fucked for the sake of a dance--not after 
she had promised her mother, and not when she had her brother to 
fulfill her sexual needs.

Jimmy and she had made a pact that Jimmy and she would have all the 
dates they wanted, but Jimmy would service Cathy's sexual needs until 
she was sixteen and could start to have sex herself.

Cathy felt honor-bound to the arrangement, peculiar as it might seem to 
some people.

She got very angry with Stephanie.

"I don't like this!" she exclaimed. "I don't like it at all."

"Where are you going?" Stephanie screamed, grabbing Cathy's arm, as she 
was about to go out of the door.

"I'm going home!" Cathy said, pulling away from Stephanie.

"After I got you a date?"

"I'm not going to be a whore just to go to a dance!" Cathy exclaimed 
hotly. "And that's exactly what you're asking me to do. The whole 
school knows that only girls who have had their cherries popped get to 
go to the prom."

"I asked Gerald, as a personal favor to bring a friend here, so you 
could get to the dance," Stephanie said, looking aggrieved.

"I think that was very nice of you, but you didn't consult me first," 
Cathy said.

The sound of Troy's laughter arrested both girls.

"I don't know what you think is so funny, man. You've been done out of 
some ass," Gerald said to his friend.

He walked behind Stephanie, and right in front of Cathy he began to 
massage her tits.

"We were thinking of a little get-together, but if you're chicken ..."

"All right! All right! I'm chicken! I'm chicken because I tell my 
mother where I'm going, and I'm chicken because I promised her I 
wouldn't sleep with any of the boys in school until I was sixteen. So 
I'm chicken!"

Cathy started to storm out of the house again, but she was grabbed. She 
swung, alarmed at the grip on her wrist.

It was Troy who was holding her this time.

"You don't have to go," he said. "If you promised your mother you 
wouldn't have sex till you were sixteen, I don't think you're chicken 
for keeping your word."

His voice was quiet.

"I'm sorry I got you into this, man," Gerald said. Stephanie's robe now 
hung open, revealing all her luscious delicacies. Stephanie didn't seem 
to mind in the least.

"Come on," Troy said, ignoring Gerald. "We can sit on the couch and 
watch."

"Watch?" Cathy asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah, why not?" Troy laughed. "It's a good sex education."

He pulled her over to the couch, and sat her down beside him.

"Do you mind?" Cathy asked Stephanie.

"Hell, no! I love an audience. Maybe you can pick up a few pointers 
from me," Stephanie said, smiling.

Stephanie shrugged the robe off, and paraded her excellent figure in 
front of Cathy and Troy. Gerald removed his pants. His cock stood 
straight out. It wasn't as big as Jimmy's. It throbbed redly, sprouting 
luridly from his hairy bush.

He rushed at Stephanie, who acted as if she were swooning in his arms.

"Ohh, lover, I want you so bad!" she gasped.

Cathy squirmed in her seat. She was slightly uncomfortable, but still 
fascinated. Troy looked at her, and grinned. He had a dimple on his 
right cheek when he smiled. His eyes were so dark and piercing that 
Cathy thought he was a little scary.

Stephanie's parents weren't home. Cathy realized she could easily be 
raped with these two boys here. Troy reached out and took Cathy's hand. 
Cathy looked slyly at his hard-on. It looked enormous behind his jockey 
shorts.

Cathy gulped when she felt her little hand engulfed in Troy's big hand. 
She creamed some more. She had never seen Troy up close, but he was 
even more handsome up close than he was on the basketball courts.

As she looked at his hard-on, she had an irresistible urge to touch it.

She looked at Stephanie and Gerald. They were squirming around on the 
floor. Cathy could tell that Stephanie's cunt was moist. She spread her 
legs, revealing her luscious little twat, and it glistened with her 
juices.

Gerald started to rub his hand up and down her twat. His middle finger 
penetrated her moist entrance, and Stephanie arched upward driving his 
finger into her cunt right up to the knuckle.

Then he crawled in between her legs, his cock aimed right at her 
drooling hole. Cathy shivered.

"How do you feel?" Troy asked her. There was a mocking gleam in his 
eyes.

"Horny!" Cathy admitted, honestly, surprising even herself with her 
answer. Troy laughed again, his laughter guttural.

Cathy's eyes were riveted to the young couple writhing around on the 
floor.

"Oh, Gerald, I want that thing so bad, I can feel myself coming!" 
Stephanie gasped, arching her hips up and down in a copulatory motion 
that was very exciting to Cathy.

"Don't worry, Steph," Gerald said. "I'll fill ya up real good, and when 
I get finished, Troy can stuff your cunt, too!"

Gerald then raised Stephanie's legs up, and put them on his shoulders. 
Cathy gasped. She had never even considered a posture like that.

Her legs were very long, and well-shaped, and her pussy was now really 
exposed to Gerald's throbbing cock.

Gerald's cock was now planted firmly against Stephanie's wet twat. 
Cathy squeezed her cuntal muscles together as the excitement coursed 
through her hotly.

"Hurry lover!" Stephanie gasped. "Please don't stop now."

"O.K., Stephanie, just let me ... unh ... get it in!"

Gerald started to insert his big meat into Stephanie's tiny cunt. 
Stephanie moaned. Cathy watched, mesmerized, as Stephanie's cunt got 
bigger and bigger to accommodate the huge prick which Gerald was 
shoving into her.

Her ears rang. She felt Troy's hands getting all sweaty as he watched 
the couple on the floor. She looked up at him. Her breathing was 
getting heavier and heavier.

"O.K, lover," Stephanie gasped as Gerald planted himself balls-deep in 
Stephanie's cunt, "let's fuck!"

She started to hump up and down. At first her motions were slow and 
lazy. As Cathy watched, Gerald's cock appeared, and then disappeared 
into Stephanie's cunt.

He was arching his buttocks up and then pushing them forward, plunging 
his dick deeply into Stephanie's teenaged twat.

Cathy gasped. She felt Troy's hand, holding hers, bring her hand over 
to his hard-on. She jumped and pulled her hand away.

"Sorry!" Troy said, raising his arms. "You don't have to if you don't 
want to. I just thought you'd like to touch it. I'd like you to, if you 
want to."

Cathy licked her passion-dry mouth. She really did want to touch Troy's 
cock. It looked so big, and she could see it pulsing through the thin 
cotton material.

She cautiously put her hand out and rested it on his burgeoning 
manhood.

"Ahh!" Troy gasped, putting his hand on top of hers, and pressing it 
into his throbbing prick.

Cathy watched the couple on the floor. She could see their mouths wide 
open, and their tongues were flicking in and out of each other's mouth. 
They made wet sucking noises as they teased each other's oral cavity.

Gerald's ass rose up and down furiously, as he pumped his cock in and 
out of Stephanie's cunt. Cathy smelled their sex juices permeating the 
air, as their excitement grew.

"Oh, lover, fuck me!" Stephanie gasped in Gerald's ear, "fuck my ever-
loving pussy. Ohhh, it needs a cock, a man's big prick! Ohhh, harder, 
harder!" Stephanie gasped.

Gerald started to blow in her ear, and Cathy watched as Stephanie 
shivered. Her hips moved up and down furiously. Cathy could hear the 
wet sucking noises as Gerald's cock lunged in and out of Stephanie's 
cunt.

Gerald was now humping Stephanie like an animal in heat. He pumped 
harder and faster. Stephanie followed suit, her arching hips meeting 
his downward thrust until her hips were a blur of motion. She was like 
a bitch in heat, and she acted as if she had gone insane on Gerald's 
cock.

"Oh, fuck me, Gerald, baby, fuck mee!" Her words trailed off into a 
high-pitched scream. Cathy shivered again and her fingers gripped at 
the cotton-covered bulge in Troy's pants.

She had a wild desire to suck him off, but she wasn't sure if that went 
under the heading of getting fucked. She decided maybe it didn't. She 
would have liked to have Jimmy there, to decide one way or other, but 
knowing her brother, she knew he would be furious because she was alone 
in Stephanie's house with Gerald and this notorious boy, Troy.

Gerald was grunting furiously now, and Cathy was pretty sure he was 
shooting his hot wads of scum deep into Stephanie's twat. Then she saw 
Gerald's sweating body collapse on top of Stephanie's. The two of them 
were silent, except for their labored breathing.

Finally, Stephanie looked over at Cathy.

"Aren't you convinced yet?" she asked.

"About what?"

"About sex!"

"Oh, it has to be the greatest thing in the world! But I promised!" 
Cathy's rosebud mouth got very firm when she said this. She did mean 
every word she said.

She was sorry she had accepted Stephanie's invitation. She felt 
slightly betrayed by her friend.

She realized what a quandary she was in. Before Stephanie's phone call, 
she had felt betrayed because Stephanie hadn't done anything for her. 
Now Stephanie had got her a marvelous date, and Cathy still felt 
betrayed. Stephanie hadn't advised her.

Not only that, the condition of the date was that she get fucked. And 
she felt more and more like a hypocrite because she wasn't a virgin, 
and she was getting her nookie regularly.

"Hey, look!" Gerald said, pointing down at his cock. It was still 
erect. "Now what do I do with that?"

Troy laughed. "You fuck her again, man, that's what you do."

"You're willing to give up your turn?"

"I'm doing fine, man. Carry on," Troy said. He turned to Cathy whose 
hand was still resting on his prick.

"You want to touch it bare?"

Cathy nodded her head. Her hand was aching as badly as her cunt. Troy 
arched up and pulled his jockey shorts down.

Cathy gasped. His cock was bigger than her brother's and bigger than 
her father's, even.

There was a drop of pre-come on the handsome, well-shaped head of the 
cock.

She reached out the tip of one finger, and rubbed the opaque drop of 
gism around. Troy winced, and she saw the cock lurch at her soft touch.

She put her finger to her lip to taste it.

"It tastes good."

Troy laughed slyly. "I can give you a lot more of that, if you want 
it," he said.

There was something ineffably sexy about the boy, even if he were 
scary. Cathy looked at him and licked her lips.

"Well, eating your cock isn't the same as getting fucked, is it?" she 
said.

"You mean you would?"

"What?"

"Eat my cock?"

"Oh," Cathy said softly grabbing his massive peter at the hairy base, 
"I sure would love to. It's such a pretty cock."

"Damn! I think I've hit pay dirt!"

"Yecch!" Stephanie said, now impaled again on Gerald's cock. "I 
wouldn't take that nasty old thing in my mouth for anything!"

"Oh, I'd do it for nothing. I don't think it's nasty at all. Even if he 
doesn't take me to the prom."

Cathy looked earnestly up into Troy's face. "Listen," she said, "tell 
me the truth. Do you think if I tasted your cock it would be the same 
as getting fucked? Because that's what I promised my mother I wouldn't 
do."

"It sure isn't!"

"But you could be saying that because you want me to eat you," Cathy 
said, seriously debating the issue.

"I want to feel that sweet little mouth on my cock. But I promise you, 
fucking ain't the same as sucking!"

Cathy giggled. Of course it wasn't. She sighed, and leaned over his 
lap. She opened her soft mouth, and plopped his cock head into her 
mouth.

Stephanie's moans reached her ears and incited her to further sexual 
riot. She teased his piss slit with her tongue, and smacked her lips 
again.

His come tasted different from Jimmy's. Troy looked down at her through 
half closed eyes, which made him look even sexier.

She was very happy that she had her brother. She didn't think she could 
get through the night after this without his big fat cock planted in 
her cunt.

She opened her mouth, and closed it again around his cock head. She 
heard Troy moan. She was totally unconscious of the rutting couple of 
the floor now, as she bobbed up and down. She meant to take all of his 
massive mauler into her mouth if she could.

She gagged when she bobbed forward and she felt his cock head slamming 
against her throat.

"Easy, easy!" Troy laughed, pushing her head back a little. "If you 
take it easy, you'll get more of it. You can't get it all, anyway. No 
one can. It's too big."

Cathy loved nothing better than a challenge. She closed her eyes, and 
started to bob forward again, this time a little more carefully. When 
his cock head again bobbed against the entrance to her throat, she 
started to swallow. She took a deep breath, and then pushed a little 
bit forward. His cock head slipped into her throat.

She felt it stretching her throat, and she started to swallow 
furiously. She heard Troy groan, and felt his hips starting to pump his 
cock into her in short, shallow motions.

Cathy wasn't satisfied.

She wasn't going to rest until she got all of his massive phallus 
planted deep in her sweet mouth.

She took a deep breath and plunged forward.

"Ahhh!" Troy gasped.

Cathy's mouth and nose were buried deeply in Troy's hairy pubes!



Chapter 6


Troy gasped, when he realized that the gorgeous little blonde nymphet 
had captured all of his cock.

He started to hump upward into her mouth, feeling her teeth scrape 
gently along his raging shaft.

He moaned as he fucked her sweet little mouth, feeling the fires in his 
loins raging out of control.

"Ahh!" he gasped again. His hands reached down, and he placed them on 
the thick, blonde silky hair of the young girl, whose head was bobbing 
up and down on his shaft.

Cathy was even more excited than usual. Troy's cock was enormous. Her 
pussy ached to be stuffed with it, but she had promised her mother. She 
didn't care what they said about Troy, now.

She would take her chances. Right now, she enjoyed the sensation of his 
musky man meat plunging in and out of her throat. She felt her mouth 
fill with saliva, felt his cock stretching her throat walls. He was 
thrusting into her gently, careful not to gag her.

Cathy appreciated the kindness. Wayne hadn't shown such gentleness when 
he was trying to fuck her.

She reached under his cock, and started to knead his balls. Every time 
she pulled off his cock, sucking on it until she had only his cock head 
captured in her vacuuming mouth, she would take a deep breath and then 
plunge downward again.

Her lovely face became flushed with her exertions and her excitement. 
She squeezed Troy's balls together, and felt his ass cheeks quivering. 
He had a very long, muscular body, which excited Cathy. She loved the 
way he looked, loved his cock. It was so huge.

She kept wetting his cock with her spit. Some of her saliva dribbled 
out of her over-stuffed mouth and moistened the thick pubic hairs on 
Troy's groin.

Cathy kept sucking and swallowing furiously. Pretty soon, the urge to 
gag had left her, and she was filled with pleasurable feelings as 
Troy's massive cock lurched in her sweet oral cavity.

She felt his cock lurch wildly in her mouth. It seemed to swell to a 
larger size. Jimmy's cock did that just before he was ready to shoot. 
She heard Troy moaning.

On the floor, Stephanie was screaming and Gerald was grunting 
rhythmically like a rutting pig. The sounds, mixed with the taste of 
Troy's cock, made Cathy moan even louder than Troy. The vibrations shot 
through Troy's cock, and traveled up his spine. He broke out into a 
copious sweat. His hips slammed with almost brutal force into Cathy's 
mouth. Cathy didn't care. She loved it when her brother came, and she 
loved the way Troy was coming.

She felt the first hot flush of his gism pouring down her throat. She 
gulped furiously, trying to swallow all of it. She felt it pouring in 
hot slimy streams down her throat, which was beginning to ache from all 
the stretching and the swallowing she had done. It soothed her sore 
throat, and made her feel even more horny.

She gulped and gulped on his clock, sucking the gism out of his teeming 
balls, enjoying the feeling of his hairy groin as it streamed into her 
mouth.

He shot the last of his wad into her and Cathy teased his cock a little 
more, running her tongue around and around his shaft.

Then Troy pulled her mouth off his super-sensitized cock.

He gasped, his body trembling. He pulled Cathy up into his arms and 
hugged her. Then he reached down and kissed her mouth.

Cathy thought she was going to melt in his kiss. His lips were so warm, 
and his tongue so sexy as it snaked into her mouth. It turned Cathy on 
with even wilder feelings when she realized that he must be tasting his 
own come on her mouth.

"Where in hell did you learn to suck cock?"

Cathy blushed and grinned. She wasn't going to tell!

"I liked it. When you said no one ever took all of your cock in, I 
decided I was going to!"

Troy whistled.

He reached down, and pulled up her skirt, his hands snaking into the 
elastic waistband of her panties.

Cathy stiffened, and pressed her hands against his chest, afraid that 
he was going to fuck her. His cock was still semi-erect, and it looked 
as if it were going to get harder.

"I'm not going to fuck you!" he said by way of gentle rebuke. "I'll 
respect your promise to your mother. I'm just going to return the 
favor. May I?"

"Yech!" Cathy heard from the floor. Gerald and Stephanie, their limbs 
still entwined, were watching the couple on the couch.

"I can't stand the idea that you're going to eat out her pussy!" 
Stephanie said.

"Oh, why don't you shut your mouth?" Gerald said. "You could learn to 
eat my cock."

"No, thank you!" Stephanie said, prim-mouthed. "Besides, I've heard 
that it's fattening, and I'm not going to lose my figure!" Stephanie 
was caressing her breasts, and cupping them, making them stand up more 
on her chest.

She spread her legs so that her swollen recently-fucked pussy meat was 
fully exposed to Cathy's and Troy's view.

"Don't you want to bury your cock in a little of this?" Stephanie 
purred.

"Thanks!" Troy smiled. "I have something else I want to do."

Troy pulled down Cathy's panties, and pushed her skirt up over her 
waist. His big hands fondled her belly. He started to lick her flat 
abdomen, digging his tongue deeply into her belly button.

"Oooh!" Cathy squealed, arching her hips up, as she felt Troy's tongue 
moving down closer and closer to her creaming cunt.

He captured some of her maidenhair with his teeth and pulled gently.

"Ouch!" Cathy squealed, liking it even with the slight sting, which 
seemed to add a new dimension to her carnal pleasure.

She felt Troy's skilled tongue move lightly over her cunt crack, 
lightly tickling her pink inner meat which was pouting out from between 
her plump white outer meat.

"Ohhh!" Cathy gasped. Troy was better with his mouth than Jimmy was!

His tongue moved tenderly over her swollen sex flesh, until Cathy was 
writhing wildly, humping her muff up into his mouth.

Then his tongue pried in between her white outer lips, and he began to 
lave her inner pink meat, his tongue moving around and around on the 
lovely little folds of passion meat.

Cathy moaned when she felt his tongue pry into her drooling fuck hole. 
He sucked up all her juices, and then ran his tongue back up over her 
pussy meat, until he had made contact with her clitoris.

He started to move his tongue in a lazy circular motion around and 
around on her clitoris, until the excited, inflamed little love button 
popped out of its fleshy sheath and twitched and jerked under Troy's 
sensual tongue.

Troy opened his mouth wide, and captured all of Cathy's little cunt. He 
started to suck on her pussy meat.

Cathy moaned, feeling the swear pouring from her body, as her heat rose 
to a feverish pitch. She humped her hips against his mouth, grinding 
her muff heavily around and around, as Troy's tongue went wild on her 
flower-like folds of pink meat.

She felt her pussy juices flowing freely. Troy sucked them all up, his 
mouth making wet, sucking noises as he teased her to a wilder sexual 
pitch than Cathy had ever experienced in all of her precocious sexual 
life.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the hot teasing of Troy's mouth. 
She felt lost and wanton, as she abandoned herself to the delirious 
pleasure which coursed through her.

She felt Troy's hands moving up and down on her clothed body. Then she 
felt his big hands on her tits. His hands were so gentle that she just 
barely perceived them at first, until he started to knead them gently. 
Cathy thought she was going to explode into a million pieces.

Troy's tongue continued to mark a wet path up and down her cunt meat. 
He pried into her quivering hole, and Cathy felt her cuntal muscles 
close in around his tongue.

Troy grunted, and moved his tongue upward, until it made hot, wet 
contact with her love button again. He teased it mercilessly, and Cathy 
felt the first spasms of a powerful orgasm ripple through her.

She screamed and her hips bulked furiously against Troy's mouth.

He increased the pressure of his tongue against her twat, rubbing up 
and down, teasing her clitoris, thrusting his tongue into her tiny 
twat, until Cathy's orgasm started to peak.

Then Troy did something that Jimmy had never done. He bit gently on her 
clitoris. Cathy writhed like a wild woman, and her peaking orgasm shot 
even higher. For a moment, Cathy was afraid she was going to faint.

She felt the blood rush to her head, felt it boiling in her veins. Her 
ears rang with the throbbing of her blood against her ear drums.

Her whole body arched up off the couch. She became taut, her muscles 
trembling wildly with the delirious ecstasy of her orgasm.

Then she started to come down, her convulsing body flopping wildly as 
Troy caressed her pussy with his mouth, and held her body under some 
kind of control with his big, strong hands.

"Oh!" she gasped, as her body finally collapsed. The flush had left her 
face. She was white, and her breathing was labored.

"Wow! I never did that!" she heard Stephanie say.

"See, I told you. Sixty-nine ain't bad!" Gerald retorted.

"Weeelll ...!" Stephanie drawled, as Cathy's eyes fluttered open, and 
she stared at Troy, "I'll think about it."

"Thinking ain't doing!" Gerald retorted. Cathy felt so warm and 
wonderful, she didn't want to move. She just kept staring at Troy, 
until his hands gripped her shoulders and brought her to a sitting 
position again.

She leaned against his big muscular chest, as she tried to normalize 
her breathing, tried to get back her equilibrium. She still felt dizzy.

"Was that all right?" Troy asked, smiling down at her.

Cathy nodded, still breathless. Troy held her tightly, and Cathy was 
grateful for his strong arm. She was still rippling with the 
pleasurable spasms which coursed through her.

She actually had the sensation that she was going to float away.

"I'm hungry," Stephanie said, getting up and padding naked toward the 
kitchen. "Does anyone want anything to eat."

Cathy nodded again, still speechless with the powerful orgasm which she 
had just experienced.

Troy laughed, and tilted her chin up to look at her.

"Do you think you'll survive?"

Cathy shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't sure. She knew she would live. 
She had to experience something like that again. It was better than 
anything she had ever known!

Stephanie came back from the Kitchen, with huge Dagwood sandwiches. 
Everyone pounced on them, except Cathy, who still experienced little 
mini-orgasms, as her mind concentrated on the intense pleasure she had 
just received.

She clung to Troy for dear life.

"Boy, what a baby!" Gerald shouted, as he dug into a sandwich. Gerald 
was beginning to get on Cathy's nerves.

"Well, Cathy Jones, you can't say I didn't do my best for you," 
Stephanie said.

As far as Cathy was concerned, whether or not she went to the prom, 
Stephanie had done more than her share! Cathy had the feeling that she 
was falling in love with Troy.

He may have been a big bad boy, one that mothers warned their girls 
away from, but he hadn't forced himself on her. He had a gorgeous cock, 
and he had sucked her off as she had never been sucked off!

Cathy decided that she really liked him.

"You don't have to take me to the prom," she said. "It would probably 
give you a bad reputation anyway, to be seen with a little kid like 
me."

"I like little kids," Troy said, smiling.

He pushed a piece of his sandwich against Cathy's mouth. She opened up, 
and let Troy feed her.

"Wait till the guys in school hear this!" Gerald snorted. "A crummy 
little virgin who can suck cock like gangbusters!" He started to laugh.

What happened next happened so fast, that it took Cathy a full minute 
to comprehend it.

Troy got up from the couch, and stood over Gerald, pulling him to his 
feet by hooking his arms under the boy's arms.

"You say nothing! Do you hear me?"

"Aw, come on, man!" Gerald exclaimed, trying to get out of Troy's grip. 
"So what if everyone knows?"

"So everything!" Troy barked, doubling up a fist in Gerald's face. "She 
made a promise to her mother. Don't make life more difficult for her. 
You keep your mouth shut, you hear?"

Gerald yanked himself free from Troy's viselike grasp, and then 
shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know what difference if makes. But I can keep my mouth shut!"

"You better!" Troy barked. "Because if I hear one word, and you know 
damned well I will--I'll have your balls on a platter, and see you eat 
them!"

Gerald's eyes opened a little bit, but he bit his tongue.

It was a well-known fact that Troy always kept his word.

Troy sat down on the couch again, and picked up the sandwich he was 
eating. He looked at Cathy, who was almost gaping at him. Troy laughed, 
and stuffed her mouth with the sandwich.

"Here, keep it busy! It's open an awful lot!" Troy laughed.

Cathy started to get mad at the rough treatment he had offered her, and 
then changed her mind. He seemed to be so suave, so different from the 
other boys.

"If your mother says so, I'll take you to your prom," Troy said.

Cathy, her mouth full of sandwich, widened her eyes.

"But there are strings attached to that promise!" Troy said, leaning 
close to her. Cathy thought she was going to drown in Troy's dark, 
passionate eyes.

"When you're sixteen, I want to find out if your cunt is as gorgeous as 
your mouth. Is it a deal?"

Cathy's passion melted in thick streams down her cunt as she nodded.

"Mind you, that's only if your mother says you can go with me. I'll bet 
she'll say no."

"I don't know. I'll ask her," Cathy said, finally swallowing the food 
in her mouth.

Troy drove her home, and waited until she was in the door. Cathy sailed 
out to the kitchen.

"You won't believe it!" she gasped to her mother.

"What, dear?" Mrs. Jones said, noticing the hectic flush in her 
daughter's face, the unnatural brightness in her eyes.

"Stephanie got me a date for the prom on one condition!"

"What's that, dear?"

"I have to get my ..."

Cathy realized she had got carried away. She didn't quite know how to 
explain it to her mother.

"Who's your date?" Mrs. Jones said, coming over to the kitchen table 
where Cathy had sat down. She ran her hands over Cathy's forehead. It 
was fairly cool, so the flush must be excitement.

Funny Troy, Cathy thought. He had made her bathe her face with cold 
water and dry it thoroughly before they left Stephanie's house.

Troy had said that if her mother saw flush, she'd think she'd been 
making it, or was sick with a fever.

Cathy said that wasn't so, and Troy had just laughed.

"You wait!" Troy said, as he dunked her head playfully into the basin 
full of water. "As soon as your mother catches sight of you, she's 
gonna put her hands on your forehead!"

Cathy gulped. She had to tell her mother!

"A friend of Gerald's, Stephanie's steady."

"Humph!" Mrs. Jones said. "I don't like that boy."

Cathy sighed. "Neither do but I like his friend."

"What's his name?" her mother asked suspiciously.

"Troy."

Cathy's mother gasped. "Troy Madison from Rivergate?" Rivergate was the 
heavily-populated section of town where Troy lived.

Cathy nodded.

"What's the condition?" her mother asked. Her mother's voice had got 
very low, and Cathy knew that was a dangerous sign that her mother was 
getting fighting mad.

Cathy gulped again. Her father staggered up the back steps, and kicked 
open the screen door. He was laden with groceries. Jimmy was behind him 
with a carton.

"Bob, wait till you hear this!" Her mother's voice had got even deeper! 
Cathy suddenly paled. She brought her thumbnail to her mouth. What had 
she done?

"What is it sweetheart?" Cathy's father said, coming over to the table 
with a troubled look on his face.

"Tell him!" Cathy's mother demanded in a not-to-be-denied tone of 
voice.

"Stephanie got me a date for the prom," Cathy said in a small weak 
voice.

"Stephanie!" Jimmy snorted. "She's one of the biggest cock-baiters in 
school, and she goes with that no good son of a bitch Gerald!"

"It's a friend of Gerald's," Mrs. Jones said, slamming her open palm on 
the table. Cathy jumped.

Jimmy walked toward Cathy frowning himself. Cathy felt as if she were 
being picked on.

"Cathy, what did you do to get that date?"

"Now wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Bob Jones raised his arms, and 
quieted everyone down. He sat down in the chair next to Cathy, and took 
her trembling little hand in his.

"Who's the date, honey?" he asked, a worried frown on his face.

"T-Troy Ma-Madison," Cathy said in a little voice.

"Whaaat!" her father exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. "That no good 
hoodlum!"

"Maybe you'd better tell us what the condition is," Mrs. Jones, said, 
her voice still low in her throat.

"What condition! What are you talking about!" Mr. Jones exclaimed.

Cathy started to cry.

"I can't go to the prom because I'm a--I promised I wouldn't let any of 
the boys in school fuck me!" she said, sobbing. "So--so when Stephanie 
invited me over today, she didn't tell me that a friend of Gerald's was 
there, and Gerald thought if Troy fucked me, I'd go to the prom."

"Only Troy didn't fuck me. He said he respected my promise to you, and 
he'd take me to the prom if I'd fuck him when I was sixteen."

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Jones said, slapping her hand to her forehead.

"Cathy Jones, you aren't going to that prom with Troy Madison!" Mr. 
Jones exclaimed.

"Cathy, how could you!" Mrs. Jones exclaimed.

Cathy, bewildered, feeling put-upon, sobbed even louder. She ran from 
the table, and went to her room. She locked the door, and fell on her 
bed, and sobbed violently.

All of a sudden, the prom didn't mean so much. But seeing more of Troy 
did mean a lot to her. She really liked him, liked the way he talked, 
liked his manners, and his good looks, liked everything about him!

But Troy had warned her that her mother would probably say no.

She heard her mother knock on the door.

"Cathy, we're going out to eat. Come on, dear. Come out!"

"Go away! I'm not going out! I don't ever want to eat again. I wish I 
were dead!"

"Cathy, you open this door instantly!" her mother cried. Cathy could 
hear the alarm in her mother's voice. "Bob! Bob! Cathy's locked her 
door!"

She heard her father's footsteps on the stairs, and then her father 
knocked on the door.

Cathy went to the door and opened it.

"Come on, let's go to dinner," her father said, patting her on the 
shoulder.

Cathy shook her head.

"Cathy, we are not going to leave you in this house alone, so go wash 
your face and come with us."

Cathy dumbly marched down the hall to the bathroom, and threw cold 
water on her face.

She remembered Troy's splashing cold water on her face earlier, and she 
started to cry all over again. She cried so hard that her knees turned 
to jelly, and when her mother came to see how she was doing, Cathy was 
curled up on the floor, with the cold water still running in the basin.

"Oh, Bob, she's not in any condition to go out."

Her father came to the door, and picked up his sobbing daughter, and 
put her back on the bed. Jimmy was standing at the foot of the bed, 
biting his lower lip.

"What's the matter with her, Dad?"

"Growing pains, I suspect, Son. Come on, we'll go get a pizza, and 
bring it back to the house."

Cathy stayed in her room for the weekend. When she woke up Sunday 
morning, her eyes were all swollen and red, but she didn't care. She 
had the feeling that she had cried so much, that she'd never cry again 
in her life. She thought that she had shed her lifetime supply of 
tears.

Jimmy tried to talk to her, and she didn't look at him. She just stared 
at the bedspread, and picked at it.

Her mother came up to see if she wanted something to eat.

Her father came up to talk to her, but Cathy just lay there, feeling 
very, very unhappy.

Monday morning she got up and ate her breakfast, and went to school. 
She was dragging her footsteps. At noon, she got wonderful idea, and it 
perked her up a little.

Her brother was very solicitous. He came up to her table in the 
cafeteria, and offered her his apple pie. Cathy didn't want it. She ate 
just because she really wanted to live.

No matter how bad things were, they had to get better, and her idea had 
given her a little hope. She couldn't wait to see how this whole thing 
worked out.

After school, she slipped away quickly before any of her friends could 
catch up with her to walk her home.

She took a bus to the River Gate section of town. She wandered around 
the streets, until she found the one where she knew Troy worked in an 
automotive repair shop.

When she reached it, there were a lot of motorcycles parked outside the 
shop. She found Troy, filled with grease, working on one of the 
motorcycles.

"Whatsa matter, kid? You lost?" one of the mean-looking boys barked at 
her, as she walked timidly up to Troy. Troy was buried in his work, so 
he hadn't seen her approach.

"You took the bus the wrong way, sweetie!" someone else said. There was 
a lot of rough laughter.

Cathy held her ground, as Troy looked up. He saw her, and stood up.

"Shut up!" he barked at the assembled boys. They did look like 
hoodlums, but then, so did Troy, all greasy, and wearing stained 
Levi's.

The laughter died out fast. Troy walked over to her.

"Hello, Cathy," he said, smiling at her.

"You were right," Cathy said, a slight quiver in her voice. "Mother 
said no."

"I told you so!" Troy grinned. "Sorry, Cathy, I really would have liked 
to go with you. I like you."

"I like you, too, Troy," Cathy said. "I came to make you a promise. I 
don't really care about the prom so much, but I care about you, and you 
can--can have me when I'm sixteen, if you want."

"I won't hold you to that. Come to me when you're sixteen, and we'll 
see."

Troy walked her back to the bus, and saw that she got on it.

She turned at the stairs, and looked at him.

"I mean it," she said.

"I think you do," Troy said, his face grave. "I'll be thinking of you."

Cathy stared at Troy until the bus turned a corner. She noticed that 
Troy didn't move, either!

Maybe it was love--the real kind.



Chapter 7


So, for the remainder of the week, Cathy acted like a stranger in her 
own house. She did her household chores, she did her studying, she 
answered her parents civilly when they spoke to her, but she acted like 
a little lost soul. She kept to her room most of the time.

Her parents plied her with presents, promised her outings. Her brother 
found her a date, finally, after a desperate search. He was a nice guy, 
and Jimmy, without telling anyone, had bribed him, with a full week's 
allowance.

"I'm not going to the prom. Thank you anyway," she said to her shocked 
brother.

"Cathy! How can you?" her mother asked. "You wanted to go so badly."

"I don't want to go to the prom," Cathy said, toying with her food. 
Cathy had lost her appetite, and with it a little weight. Her face was 
slightly pale.

Her mother and father were now hovering over her like worried birds 
over a baby bird who has fallen out of the nest.

"Damn!" Jimmy exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table. "That date 
cost me a whole week's allowance."

Cathy's pale face flushed as she stared angrily at her brother.

"You bribed someone to take me to the prom? What about my pride?" she 
screamed. She started to cry, and ran away from the table.

Mr. Jones shook his head. "Son, your intentions were laudable but I 
happen to agree with Cathy."

"Well, he's a nice guy, and a terrific dancer!" Jimmy said, 
defensively.

"That's not the point," Mrs. Jones said, patting her son's arm. "The 
fact of the matter is, you did bribe him, and Cathy's pride has been 
hurt."

"Not to mention her heart," Mr. Jones said. "What in hell does that 
Troy bastard have? He's the biggest heart-breaker in town!"

"I don't know," Jimmy said, his mouth set in anger. "But I'm going to 
find out! I think he seduced her."

"I doubt very much that he did. Your sister said he respected her 
promise to your mother," Mr. Jones said.

"Oh, he's the typical heart-throb," Mrs. Jones said, smiling slightly. 
"He certainly appeals to me. Have you ever seen him? He's so tall and 
dark and handsome and ... well, rakish! And he's a boy after a mother's 
heart. He's been supporting his mother and his two sisters since he was 
fourteen in that automobile shop!"

"Yeah, where all those bikers hang out!" Jimmy snarled.

"If I were you, I wouldn't tackle him," Mr. Jones said, pointing his 
fork at his son with a stern warning look on his face. "I've heard that 
he's a superb boxer, and that he's already been offered scholarships to 
two Ivy League colleges on those merits alone."

"Not to mention his skill at basketball," Jimmy said sarcastically.

He rose from the table, discouraged, and heart-sore. He couldn't 
understand Cathy! She wouldn't have anything to do with him in the last 
week.

He called up Sam Appleby, and canceled the deal. Sam didn't really 
care, but he invited Jimmy the next week to play soccer in his back 
field with some of the other boys in his set.

Jimmy went back to ask his parents if it were all right.

"Sure," Mr. Jones said.

Jimmy went back to the phone, and made the date firm. Then he went up 
to his sister's room.

He knocked on the door.

"Cathy?

"What?"

"Can I come in for a minute?"

"Yeah."

Jimmy opened the door, almost timidly. He walked over to the desk where 
Cathy was studying. He stood behind her chair.

"I'm sorry, Cathy," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. Her 
flesh felt warm, and Jimmy felt his cock lurch to life. He wanted her 
so badly!

"I just wanted you to be happy. That's why I did it. I thought it would 
make you happy."

"It's all right, Jimmy," Cathy said, softly. Jimmy got frustrated. He 
pulled Cathy out of the chair, and shook her.

"Well, what's the matter?" he cried, gripping her tightly by her 
shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong!"

"Nothing's wrong," Cathy said, in that soft, listless voice, when Jimmy 
stopped shaking her.

"Oh, yes, something's wrong. What is it? Did I do something bad?"

Cathy shook her head, feeling her eyes well up with tears.

"Don't you want to go to the prom?"

Cathy shook her head again.

"Well, what do you want, Cathy?" her brother exclaimed, thoroughly 
exasperated.

"I want Troy," Cathy said, simply.

"Shit! You're crazy, you know that? He's the worst hoodlum in town!"

"Who says, and why?" Cathy cried out.

"Well, ask Mom and Dad!" Jimmy exhorted.

"You ask them!" Cathy retorted. Jimmy's face flushed.

"How come it's all right for you to go out with Suzy and Lorraine. How 
come it's all right for you to come home at all hours, after fucking 
someone, or cutting up or drunk? And how come it's not all right for 
Troy?" she demanded fiercely.

"I don't know," came the deep voice of her father, who had been 
listening in the open doorway.

Cathy turned, her eyes flaring at her father.

"You had to bail him out of jail one night when he started a brawl at 
that dance at Edgemoor! I never heard anyone say that Troy was ever in 
jail."

"He's just never been caught yet!" Jimmy exclaimed.

Cathy sat down at her desk, and rested her head on her arms. Jimmy 
didn't like being reminded of the time he had been in jail, along with 
Ron, and Wayne, and Whitey, for breaking up the dance hall.

He stormed out of the room, and out of the house.

"Jimmy!" his mother called after him, as she saw his stormy progress. 
She went upstairs, and into Cathy's room.

"Now what's wrong?" she asked, a hint of exasperation in her own voice. 
"Jimmy just stormed out of the house."

"Sure! And nobody cares. He can go and get himself jailed again, or he 
can go fuck the school whores. You don't care! Only you've got this 
silly notion that it matters for me, and Troy, because he doesn't live 
on this end of town!" Cathy retorted.

"Young lady, I think I've had all I can take from you!" Mrs. Jones 
said. Mr. Jones put his hand on his wife's arm.

"She's right, June."

He led his wife out of the room, and closed the door. He was frowning.

"Bob, what is it?"

"I don't know. But I have an idea. I'll be back later, dear." He kissed 
his wife, and left the house himself.

Jimmy was hot. He hadn't seen as much of Suzy as usual, so he went to 
her house. Suzy answered the door.

"Hi!" Jimmy said.

"Well, well, well, Jimmy, lover-boy!" she drawled, throwing her arms 
around his neck and kissing her.

"Cool it! Where are your mother and father?"

"Out, as usual. Come on in, and let's make it."

"O.K. Where's Steph?"

"She went downtown with Gerald. They're going to go dragging on Route 
50!"

Jimmy came into the living room, and sat on the couch. Suzy sat down 
next to him. Jimmy already had the reputation of a swinger at school, 
and he was used to having girls fall all over him.

That alone kept his confidence high. Suzy's body was as trim as a 
clipper, and just as sexy. She had long, sleek legs, a trim waist, 
large and firm breasts, and broad hips.

She also had a deep, throaty voice that had initially been an 
affectation, but was rapidly becoming her own, so assiduously did she 
practice it.

Jimmy's cock was pounding in his pants. He was desperate for some ass, 
and Suzy was ideal.

"Nice night, isn't it?" Suzy purred in his ear, quite well aware of the 
effect of her voice.

"Lovely," Jimmy said, somewhat sarcastically.

His hand started to massage her soft delicate shoulder through her 
cotton blouse. He felt the warm, smooth skin through the material, and 
his cock lurched again, crawling down his thigh.

Suzy moaned, and curled up closer to Jimmy. She let him do the work.

Jimmy was a smooth operator, and he had more class than most of the 
boys she fucked. She liked taking a back seat, and letting him do the 
driving. It excited her more.

Keeping his hand on her shoulder, and softly caressing it, he reached 
over with his other hand and started to undo the buttons of her blouse, 
one at a time, until he had reached the last one. Then, to keep her 
feeling sexy, he nibbled on her ear a little.

Suzy shivered. It felt so good to be teased like this!

Jimmy liked the perfume she was wearing, and inhaled deeply.

He reached up to fondle her breasts through her bra, before he went to 
undo it. He noticed that the hooks were in the front. He grunted. Much 
easier, he thought.

Suzy turned her head to him, wanting a kiss. Jimmy met her moist lips, 
and started to flick his tongue around them, teasing her even more.

"Ohh, Jimmy, lover!" Suzy gasped, feeling the fires build in her own 
loins. He unhooked the bra, and it fell away from her tits. His hand 
gripped at one of her treasures, and he started to knead the soft 
flesh. They were nice and firm. Her nipples were already puckered, a 
sure sign that she was excited.

Jimmy had the urge to shove his cock into her furiously. But he took 
his time. It was always better that way, even when the girls were as 
hot as Suzy. Or Lorraine!

He grunted again, remembering that Cathy knew he fucked her, too.

Jimmy noticed that Suzy's smooth stomach was beginning to heave with 
her excitement. Her tits jiggled with her heaving chest. Jimmy felt 
Suzy's tongue snake into his mouth, teasing his tongue.

"Ohh, Jimmy!" Suzy gasped.

Jimmy's hand went smoothly to her knee, where the hem of her skirt was. 
He started to lift it slowly, until his hand cupped her muff. Suzy's 
muff arched upward slightly, as she felt Jimmy's fingers dabbling in 
her wet crotch.

Jimmy's head came down and he began to suckle on one of her breasts, as 
his fingers finished the work of exciting Suzy. He loved it when they 
begged for it, and he intended to drive Suzy crazy.

"Ahh! Ohhh!" Suzy moaned against his mouth. She sucked on his tongue, 
drawing it deeply into her excited mouth.

He started to press her backward on the couch. Suzy went readily, her 
desire building until it was almost unbearable.

"Oh, Jimmy," Suzy gasped, "put it in me, quick. I'm dying for it!" she 
gasped. Her hands fumbled with Jimmy's fly. Jimmy heard the harsh 
rasping of metal against metal, as Suzy's eager hands released his 
cock.

He thought he would shoot his load as soon as Suzy's hand had gripped 
his cock. She placed the head of his massive peter at the warm, 
drooling entrance to her twat.

Jimmy thrust forward, and his cock head became embedded in Suzy's sweet 
little snatch.

Suzy started to kiss his face all over. She kissed his lips, and worked 
her way down. His skin was so smooth and warm,, that Suzy thought she 
would faint with pleasure, as she worked her way down his neck, running 
her tongue along his throbbing skin.

"Oh, you're great, baby!" Jimmy said, as he pushed in a little more. He 
felt Suzy's cuntal walls give way before the sensuous onslaught of his 
cock.

Then Suzy bit him on his neck, and sucked.

Suzy was very turned on to Jimmy.

"Hey!" Jimmy said. "Stop it!"

Suzy was giving him a hickey!

"Just leaving my mark on you, lover," Suzy cooed.

Jimmy couldn't resist her voice, so he let her have her way. He had 
what he wanted, anyway, his cock planted in her deep twat.

"Oh, put that big muscle in my cunt, lover!" Suzy gasped. She arched 
her hips up and impaled herself more deeply on Jimmy's manhood. Jimmy 
was going crazy with Suzy's gyrations under him.

"You sure are tight, honey," Jimmy gasped, as he thrust inward again. 
He felt his balls pressing against Suzy's quivering ass cheeks. His 
cock throbbed wildly against the tight walls of her cunt. He felt her 
honey dripping all over him.

Jimmy began to move in Suzy's cunt, drawing his massive prod out to the 
cock head, and then thrusting it inward, plunging deeply into Suzy's 
twat. Suzy kept up her mad gyrations, swiveling her hips around and 
around on Jimmy's pistoning cock.

Jimmy's cock, on its downward plunge, hit Suzy's clitoris, teasing it, 
making it tingle. Suzy went crazy. Jimmy was the best lover she knew!

"Oh, faster, lover, faster!" Suzy gasped. She threw her legs up in the 
air, and wrapped them around Jimmy's undulating waist. Jimmy grunted, 
and began to piston in and out of Suzy faster and faster.

He felt his balls swell with their heavy load of unspent come. He 
pumped into her like a rutting lion, slamming his huge hard-on deeply 
into her honey pot.

Her juices flowed around his cock lavishly.

Jimmy felt them spewing out of her cunt. He felt her boobs pressed 
against his chest, felt the puckered hard nipples. He became more and 
more excited. His ass cheeks rose and fell in a demanding rhythm as he 
ripped into her cunt like a mad man.

"Oh, yes, shove that dick into me. Make me come!" Suzy gasped. Her hips 
arched up wildly off the couch, as she tried to stuff even his balls 
into her aching and eager cunt.

Jimmy felt her cuntal walls start to close in around his pistoning 
cock. He felt his juices boiling in his balls, as he plunged deeply 
into Suzy's teeming twat.

"Unh, I'm going to come!" Suzy gasped. She clutched more tightly around 
Jimmy's neck, pressing his mouth down onto hers. Their tongues fucked 
each other in the same rhythm as Jimmy's cock plunged in and out of her 
cunt.

Jimmy felt his balls getting wet and matted with Suzy's come juice, as 
they slapped against her wet humping ass.

He felt the soft rippling in her cunt that presaged orgasm, and he 
increased the speed of his fucking. He had to get her off fast, because 
he knew he was going to shoot his own load.

"Ohhh!" Suzy squealed. The heels of her feet beat a wild tattoo on 
Jimmy's rising and falling asscheeks, as she started to come.

Jimmy felt the heat of her convulsing cunt, felt her cuntal muscles 
gripping his great prod.

Her snatch turned into a vacuum, sucking all the come out of him. He 
felt the boiling load in his balls starting to spew up his long fuck 
shaft as Suzy's orgasm reached a peak.

Clutching the wildly writhing girl tightly, Jimmy's come slit started 
to spit its load of slimy scum deep into her convulsing cunt. He 
grunted as his thrusts became more and more violent. He plunged deeply 
into the well of her lust, and added to the hot frothing liquids that 
welled up and spewed out of her. Each thrust deposited another load of 
scum deep into her cunt.

"Ohh, you big wonderful bastard!" Suzy gasped, as her body suddenly 
collapsed.

"Yeah!" Jimmy gasped, as he spewed the last of his load in her 
quivering quim.

He collapsed on top of her body, and rested from the violence of his 
orgasm. Jimmy never fucked a girl and left her.

He kissed her and made pretty cooing sounds in her ear, until she had 
calmed down. They held each other like that for several moments, until 
Jimmy's cock got small and plopped out of Suzy's cunt.

Suzy went upstairs to the bathroom to wash herself off, and repair the 
damage. She came downstairs, and made frozen pizza for both of them to 
eat in the kitchen.

When Suzy's rather remiss parents came home, slightly tipsy, from a 
party they had attended, they found Jimmy and Suzy innocently talking 
and eating pizza in the kitchen.

In another part of town, Bob Jones walked down a littered street. It 
wasn't very late, and there were lots of children on the street, 
playing stick ball, or marbles. Many of the children were committing 
various sorts of mayhem, unsupervised and over-active.

"Hey!" he said to one lone boy who was pitching rocks at a window high 
up in a warehouse. "That's not nice."

"Ahh, go fuck yourself, you old geezer!" the boy said, pitching another 
rock.

Bob Jones laughed. He had grown up in a fairly affluent society, and he 
lived in one now. But he could understand the frustration and anger of 
kids like this. He worked with the Police Athletic League in town.

He was grateful for his own kids, who had turned out so well. If he 
were troubled about Cathy now, it was only that she was unhappy, and 
had been losing weight.

And Jimmy was upset, too. There was a close bond between those two, 
which had been beautiful to watch as they grew.

Far from being jealous of his little sister, when she came along, Jimmy 
had adored her, right from the first, and the two of them were as good 
together as two kids could be who lived in the same house.

But now there was something else to overcome. And Bob knew that it was 
his possessiveness of his daughter, his need to keep her young.

He had never forgotten how he met his wife, and how they had got 
married. It had been a shotgun wedding, but it was the best thing that 
had ever happened to Bob Jones, and he had never once, for a single 
second, regretted it.

He didn't want to regret any move of his now either. He knew he was a 
bit prejudiced. He wanted the best for his daughter.

But he was also aware that what he thought was best for her, was not 
necessarily what Cathy would think was the best. She was obviously 
smitten with the boy, and Bob was going to find out why.

Even his wife's eyes had flashed when she mentioned him.

He couldn't be entirely unscrupulous. In the same breath in which his 
peers mentioned his hairy pranks, and wild doings, they also mentioned 
the fact that he did support his mother and two sisters, and squired 
them around with him.

That kind of loyalty was not to be dismissed readily.

Bob knew the boy only by reputation. He was about to meet him 
personally.

He walked up to the garage where he knew the boy worked, and walked in.

There were several toughs, including Gerald and Stephanie, who lived a 
few doors away from him, hanging around. Stephanie's jaw dropped when 
she saw Bob.

"Goo-good evening, Mr. Jones," she gasped.

"Don't worry, Steph," Mr. Jones said, with a wry smile. "I'm not going 
to tell your parents."

Stephanie relaxed a little.

"Where's Troy Madison?" he asked.

 Stephanie and Gerald looked at each other.

"He's out on Highway 50, dragging on his Harley, Mr. Jones," said 
Gerald.

Bob looked around.

"Where can I find a seat and wait for him?" he asked.

"In there. That's his office," said one of the toughs.

Bob walked into the dingy office, and sat down at the desk. It was 
fairly neat, a trait not usually found in sixteen-year-old boys, and 
Bob was impressed. There were also a passel of books on the desk--good 
books, another fact which impressed Bob.

They were well thumbed, and the pages were marked, passages underlined. 
On many of the pages, were grease marks.

Troy didn't let any grass grow under his feet, obviously. He heard a 
muffled roar, and stood up, going to the door of the office.

Troy roared into the garage, and parked his bike. He was a tall guy, 
Bob guessed about six-one, and well built. One of the toughs went up to 
him, and said something to him.

Troy, pulling the bike up on the kick stand, looked in the direction of 
the office door, and saw Mr. Jones.

He walked over to him, his pace smooth and long-legged, a little bit 
like a cat's, thought Bob.

He stood in front of Bob, his thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt 
of his riding leathers.

Bob grinned slightly, and mimicked his posture.

"Young man, you are a threat to every decent, staid American home. 
You're the rake of the town, a hell-raiser, and you're so damned sexy 
that even my wife squirms in her seat."

The grim expression on Troy's face melted, and he laughed, the laugh 
lighting up his dark eyes.

"But your wife won't let her daughter go to a staid, all-American 
decent dance with me."

"Ah, but that's understandable! After all, your presence at that dance 
changes the whole atmosphere. I can see it now!" Bob laughed, warming 
to his subject, "all those decent virginal girls, turning weak in the 
knees, and abandoning their nice staid, respectful boyfriends to flock 
into your arms, as if you were some polygamous sultan with a harem in 
addition to twenty adoring wives."

There was a wry look on Troy's face.

"Are you aware that girls who don't put out don't go to the prom?"

"I am aware," Bob said. There was something solid about the boy. Yes, 
he was obviously wild, but no wilder, really, than his Jimmy.

"It doesn't really matter," Troy said, extracting a cigarette from a 
pack in the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going to have your daughter anyway, when she's sixteen."

"What makes you so sure?" Bob asked, alarmed.

"She promised."

Bob sighed, and sagged against the door frame.

"Knowing my daughter, she'll keep her word," Bob said, frowning at the 
boy.

"Right! Any girl who can resist peer pressure to keep a silly promise 
she made to her mother has to mean what she says," Troy responded.

"Huh?"

"Your move, Mr. Jones."



Chapter 8


Bob looked at the tall, powerful boy, thoughtfully.

"I suggest we go home and talk about it. I'm quite sure my wife would 
love to meet you."

Troy laughed.

"Do you want me to meet her?"

"Not particularly, but since men like you exist in the world, I guess I 
have no choice. My wife is just going to have to control herself."

"Did you bring your car?"

"That would be a bit of a slap in the face in this neighborhood, don't 
you think? I wasn't slumming."

Troy walked over to his Harley, and kicked it to life. He handed Bob a 
helmet.

"Let's go," he said.

Bob got on the back of the motorcycle gingerly, and they sped away, 
leaving behind a group of aghast boys.

They pulled up in front of the Jones's house, and Troy parked the bike.

Bob let himself into the house.

"June? I'm home!"

"Hello, dear! I'm in the kitchen!"

Bob walked out to the kitchen, the tall, booted boy following. His 
lovely wife turned around with an anxious smile on her face, which 
quickly turned to an expression of shock.

"Bob, what's he ...?"

"I invited him here."

"Oh!" June said in a small voice.

"Sit down!" Bob said, pointing to a chair. Troy sat.

"I suppose you drink?"

"Like a fish," Troy said.

"Listen!" Bob snapped, going to the cupboard to get a bottle of scotch, 
"I'm not playing any games with you. Don't play any with me."

June looked at her husband adoringly, and then at Troy with some fear.

Troy laughed. "I drink, moderately. I've never raped a girl, or hit 
one. I've never beaten my mother or my sisters, and once in awhile, 
I've been known to mix it up in a bar. I have, on occasion, been known 
to throw the first punch."

"Thank you," Bob said, sitting down with the bottle, and some glasses 
filled with ice. He turned to his wife.

"I brought him here because Cathy likes him. I cannot pretend that I 
don't know why. He's intelligent, honest, and industrious. The only 
thing that makes him different from Jimmy, is that he was born on the 
other side of town, and he has to work for everything he gets."

"You forgot something. My companions are different."

"No different than Jimmy's on occasion when he wants to swing, or 
Gerald or Whitey's, and who's that other boy who always hangs out over 
there?"

"Ron Biltmore," Troy volunteered.

"Yes. Now, Cathy has gone out with Wayne, and Ron. I don't know about 
Whitey."

"Whitey only goes out with girls who put out."

June was bewildered.

"What are your intentions with regard to my daughter?" Bob asked, 
pouring the scotch.

"Strictly honorable--until she's sixteen."

"Well, we have no choice in that matter, do we?" Bob said, handing his 
wife a glass of scotch.

June was very grateful for the liquor. She remembered her husband from 
his wild days, and to her, it appeared that he was getting just as wild 
in his approaching middle age.

"Why--why don't we have any choice when she's sixteen, Bob?" June asked 
her husband.

"Because Cathy apparently promised herself to him when he was sixteen."

"Oh, my God!" June exclaimed softly.

"Well, dear, we were at it at the same age. What did you expect?"

"Bob, darling, I don't know what to expect. Why did you bring him 
here?"

"Because he's a thorn in my side, that's why! Because my daughter, whom 
I love dearly, is pining for him. Because deep in my father's heart I 
know that somewhere along the line, if she feels that strongly, she's 
run amiss. I had to see what it was she liked."

"Oh!"

Troy laughed again. "She just wants a date for the senior prom," he 
said.

"I told you not to play games with me," Bob said, angrily, slamming his 
hand on the table.

"Forgive me. I'm in the habit of mocking. It's not true."

"Of course it's not true. She had a chance to go to the prom, and she 
turned it down. She wanted to go with you!" Mrs. Jones said.

"Well, that's why I brought him home. I didn't intend to bring him 
home. I just wanted to see what he was like, that's all," Bob said. 
"But I like him after all," he finished, taking a deep draught of the 
liquor.

"Dear, are you saying you want Cathy to go to the prom with him?"

"I don't want Cathy to go with anyone. She's fourteen. I'm jealous and 
possessive, which is typical of fathers. But yes, if Cathy wants to go 
to the prom, I'm quite sure the young man will take good care of her, 
and bring her home in one piece."

"And what about her reputation?"

"I have a feeling it will soar enormously, and she'll be the belle of 
the ball. Can you dance?" he asked Troy.

"Yes," Troy said.

"Why don't you call Cathy down?" Bob asked his wife.

June smiled at Bob, and covered his hand with hers, squeezing it 
fondly. She couldn't say, as she walked to the foot of the stairs to 
call Cathy, that she disliked the boy, and reputations were ephemeral 
things, easily made and just as easily lost.

He seemed solid enough. "Cathy? Cathy, dear?"

"Yes, Mom?" Cathy called, coming to the head of the stairs.

"There's someone here to see you. Come down."

"Yes, Mom," Cathy said, starting listlessly down the stairs. June 
walked quickly back to the kitchen, anxious to see her daughter's 
expression when she saw Troy sitting at the kitchen table.

"Do an old man a favor, will you?" her husband was asking Troy.

"What's that, sir?"

"Puh-leez don't knock her up. I'd like her to go to college. I knocked 
her mother up, and she's never found the time or energy to get her 
degree."

"Bob!" June gasped, as Troy laughed.

"Oh!" Cathy gasped. She turned slightly pale when she saw Troy sitting 
with her parents.

Bob rose from the table, filled his wife's glass and his with more 
scotch, and, carrying the glasses in one hand, he put his arms around 
his wife's shoulders with the other.

"Yes, Cathy, you can go to the prom with Troy," Bob said. "Mother and I 
are going to bed. Don't stay up too late, and leave the front lights 
on. God knows when your brother will be home!"

With that, Bob ushered his wife out of the kitchen, and up the stairs 
to their bedroom.

Cathy approached the table almost timidly. After her initial shock, it 
was like Christmas, and Easter, and her birthday, all rolled into one. 
She felt shy, and she blushed.

"Hello," she said, shyly.

Troy laughed, and reaching out one of his hands, he grabbed her wrist 
and pulled her to him. He sat her on his lap and looked up at her, his 
eyes glowing.

"Your father extracted a different kind of promise from me," he said, 
his voice husky, as he eyed her lush body.

"What?" she said.

"He said not to knock you up because he wants you to go to college."

"Well that doesn't absolve me from my promise to Mom."

"Oh, yes it does. I don't think you promised your mother you'd stay a 
virgin till you were sixteen."

Cathy blushed.

"How do you know that?"

"Because you're a lousy liar. You didn't say I could have your cherry 
when you were sixteen. You said I could have you. And no girl who sucks 
cock the way you do, is inexperienced."

"Oh."

Cathy was getting very nervous. She couldn't look at Troy. She toyed 
with his glass, which still sat, only partially drunk, on the table.

"What did you promise your mother?"

"I promised I wouldn't sleep with any of the boys in school."

"Absolved!" Troy exclaimed, laughing. "I'm not one of the boys at your 
school! Who got to you first?"

Cathy sighed. She bit her lower lip. She wasn't about to tell Troy, but 
she liked him so much, she didn't want to offend him.

"Hey! Don't you like me any more?" Troy asked, turning her head to face 
him. Cathy looked into his deep eyes, and almost fell into them.

She smiled, and put her arms around his neck. "Yes, I like you. I like 
you a lot," Cathy said softly.

Troy grasped her by her shoulders, and felt the tremor in them. He 
pulled Cathy hard against his chest. His mouth came forward and covered 
hers.

Cathy loved his mouth. It was beautiful, more beautiful than it had 
been when he had kissed her before. She felt his lips wandering moistly 
all over hers.

She opened her mouth, wanting more of him, and she felt his tongue 
snake into her mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking lightly against 
the tip of her tongue.

Then his tongue went wild in her mouth. He lashed it against the roof 
of her mouth, and flicked it along the underside of her tongue.

Cathy moaned against his mouth, feeling the warmth of her fluids 
seeping through her pants. She could feel the hard bulge of Troy's cock 
against her ass cheeks.

Troy pushed her forward slightly, off his cock.

Cathy wanted him in the worst way, and was suddenly very grateful that 
she had worded her promise in such a way that she did feel absolved 
from it.

Her hand went down to the bulge in his pants, and she pressed the palm 
of her hand into it.

"You want it?" Troy murmured, biting her ear lobe.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then take it," he said.

Cathy's trembling hand unzipped the fly on his leather pants. She 
reached in, and gasped when she felt the throbbing hardness of his 
prick against her eager palm. She took it out, and pumped it a few 
times. Troy winced.

Troy pushed her off his lap, and reaching under her skirt, pulled down 
her pants. Cathy stepped out of them and then straddled Troy's knees.

There was a certain amount of danger involved in what she was doing. 
Her parents could come down any moment, or her brother walk in.

But Cathy was so blind with her lust that she didn't care, indeed even 
relished the danger. It added an erotic fillip to the whole scene.

She panted with excitement, as she stared at his huge cock. She looked 
at him, a little bit scared.

"It's so big," she gasped. "Maybe it won't fit."

Troy laughed, his voice husky and low in his throat. His hands reached 
under her skirt, and he caressed her ass cheeks softly, pulling her 
closer to his cock. Cathy reached down, and rubbed his cock again, 
marveling at the incredible softness of the flesh, which covered the 
blood-engorged steel-like hardness beneath.

She placed his cock at the entrance to her hungry, dripping pussy, and 
started to sit down on it.

She felt his cock head plop into her cunt, stretching her incredibly 
tight fuck tunnel wider than it had ever been stretched with Jimmy's 
cock.

"Oh!" she gasped.

The juices in her cunt welled up and flowed, thick as syrup, as warm as 
lava, down her quivering fuck channel as she started to squirm downward 
on his raging prick.

Troy reached out, and his hands softly caressed her tits, fondling 
them, kneading the nipples until they were puckered and tingling with 
erotic pleasure.

Troy's hands continued to caress Cathy, as she squirmed downward on his 
cock a little bit at a time. Finally she felt her pussy hairs mesh with 
his dark, pubic hairs. She looked down at the lewd joining of their 
flesh, and gasped. It was a turn-on!

The very sight of their meeting caused her sex sweat to pour out of her 
body. Her blouse clung wetly to her.

She grunted and started to ride upward on his cock, until she had 
reached his cock head. Then she started to swivel downward again, 
feeling her cuntal walls spread before his thick, throbbing cock.

Her motions were slow at first, as she got used to his cock.

"So tight!" Troy gasped, as his passion began to rise in his loins. 
Cathy gyrated sexily around and around on his cock, feeling the hard, 
throbbing flesh massage the itching walls of her cunt.

Her juices started to spew out of her copiously. His cock stuffed her 
has she had never been stuffed. She looked at Troy's face.

It was flushed, and he looked at her through heavily-lidded, glowing 
eyes. His hips started to arch upward, as she bounced down on his 
massive cock.

"Such a nice, soft, sweet little snatch you have!" he gasped, as his 
face became twisted with his passion.

He grunted, and grasped Cathy's body tightly to his. Cathy felt his 
breath hot and moist on her cheek, felt his heart hammering against her 
tit, as he clutched her.

He bucked his hips upward, each thrust becoming stronger, and more 
frenzied. Cathy whimpered as her lust grew, feeling her loins boiling 
with her juices. She felt like a volcano about to erupt.

Her cuntal muscles started to quiver with a life of their own, as she 
ground her muff into his thickly-furred groin, feeling the pressure of 
her slamming motions, feeling his thick throbbing cock spreading her 
pussy lips wider and wider.

Beneath her humping ass, she felt the tremor of passion in his strong, 
long, lean thighs. She heard him moan softly, felt his mouth on her 
neck, felt the heat of his face, as she pressed her cheek against his.

Troy started to smash his loins harder and faster into Cathy's cunt. 
Cathy felt the hot fleshy ecstasy rise in her trembling body, felt the 
quivering take possession of her. She suddenly felt weak with the 
intense pleasure which had taken possession of her body.

She closed her eyes, and rested her forehead on his shoulder, savoring 
the feel of the leather jacket he was wearing, the warm smell of him, 
soap and water mixed with grease, and the smell of his desire.

Cathy would have sworn that her insides were melting, as the heat in 
her body built to a raging inferno that demanded release.

Her orgasm built steadily, ponderously, in her heaving belly, as she 
ground her muff heavily into his hairy groin.

Her cuntal muscles began to jerk furiously, the tempo and rhythm 
increasing in intensity until she bounced up and down with spastic 
motions. The ripples of hot ecstasy coursed through her with an 
unbearable intensity.

She started to cry out. Troy stopped thrusting, and held her for a 
moment, as she trembled on the delirious brink of orgasm.

"No, no," she gasped, "no, no. Don't stop,"

"Shhh, easy, Cathy, easy." Troy's hands moved up and down her back 
softly, calming her down. Cathy realized that she was on the verge of 
screaming. Against her tight pussy walls she felt Troy's cock throbbing 
violently.

Troy started to move in her cunt again, and Cathy felt her pussy juices 
flowing lavishly around his hard-humping prick. The pleasure built 
again.

Cathy bit into the shoulder of his leather jacket, as her orgasm built 
to an incredible pitch.

Troy's arms clutching Cathy's body tightly to his, tightened more 
around her slender, trembling frame. He started to hump up into her 
with more frenzy.

Then Cathy felt the first frothing hot spray of his man juices spewing 
into her dripping cunt, adding to the load of syrup which flowed 
unceasingly and in amazing quantities from Cathy's overheated cunt.

Her cuntal muscles pulled frantically at his now hard-driving dork, as 
he smashed his prick deeper and deeper into her pussy.

His cock drove deeply into her fuck tunnel, each thrust causing another 
wave of passionate pleasure to wash over her.

The heady aroma of his aroused manhood reached her nostrils, and it 
worked on her senses like an aphrodisiac. Her head reeled with the 
strong sexual stimuli which flooded her.

Her body became spastic. She clutched frantically at Troy's powerful 
frame. Her hips rocked back and forth with wanton, abandoned motions, 
around Troy's spewing cock.

Troy grunted, the sound strangled as he tried to muffle it, and then 
Cathy felt the last of his load spewing into her still-quivering cunt.

Cathy became light-headed. She felt weak, as her orgasm faded away 
slowly. She turned soft and felt as if all her bones had melted, as she 
collapsed into Troy's big arms.

She could feel his breath, warm on her neck. "Do you believe in love at 
first sight?" she finally asked, her voice breathy.

"No."

"Neither do I," Cathy sighed, savoring the hot stuffed feeling of 
Troy's cock in her cunt.

She felt the rumbling of Troy's laugh in his belly. His cock lurched 
lustfully in her cunt again.

Troy pulled Cathy off his cock.

"Ohh!" she protested.

He picked up her pants, and Cathy put them on with trembling hands. She 
really felt fucked, as she had never felt fucked in her life.

Troy pushed the glass of scotch across to her, and Cathy took a sip, 
making a bad face. But the liquor was bracing.

While they sat at the table, talking, the front door opened, and Jimmy, 
starved from his fucking session with Suzy, walked out to the kitchen.

His jaw dropped when he stood in the door, and saw Cathy with Troy.

"What is he doing here?" he asked Cathy, pointing to Troy.

"Why don't you ask me?"

Jimmy walked into the room, fists clenched, slightly crouched. His eyes 
darted from Troy to Cathy, and then back to Troy again.

"What are you doing in my house?"

"Your father invited me here," Troy said.

Jimmy strode over to Cathy, and pulled the glass away from her hands. 
She had been sharing the liquor with Troy. He sniffed it, and then 
slammed the glass down on the table.

"You're drinking!" Jimmy barked at Cathy. He turned, his face livid 
with rage, to Troy, and stood over him.

"Get out of here."

"No."

"I said get out of here before I punch you out!"

"You'll have a hard time doing that, Jimmy."

"I don't want you with my sister!"

"You're better for her?"

Jimmy turned slightly pale and straightened up, defensive.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I didn't get to her first, and I don't think she's made it with any 
one in school. So it has to be you."

Cathy gasped. She stared with alarm from Jimmy to Troy. Jimmy looked at 
Cathy.

Cathy understood the look.

"I didn't tell him," she whispered, softly.

"You didn't have to tell me. Your brother did."

"I did not!" Jimmy bellowed.

"Shhh! Your mother and father are in bed," Troy cautioned. He reached 
up, grabbed Jimmy by his shirt, and sat him down hard in a chair.

"Let's lay our cards on the table, huh?" he said, staring keenly at 
Jimmy. "You aren't the first guy I've met who's made it with his own 
sister. So stop making a federal case out of it. You won't be the last, 
either!"

Cathy suddenly giggled.

Troy leaned on the table, and stared at Jimmy. "It's all right, as far 
as I'm concerned. What isn't all right is being possessive about it. 
You've been with a woman tonight. I think you should allow your sister 
the same right."


The End
