TITLE    : Torn Ch. 03
STORYID  : torn-ch-03
SUMMARY  : Damon learns more secrets about his sister.
AUTHOR   : DoctorDetroit@lit
DATE     : 2025-09-04
CATEGORY : taboo-sex-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |brother sister|sister brother|spanking|drama|cheerleader|


Torn

Chapter 03

All Characters 18 

After turning off my alarm with an annoyed grunt, I got up and drowsily trundled over to my bathroom. Taking a cold shower woke me up immediately, and after getting dressed and grabbing my stuff, I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I nearly yelped with surprise as I walked into the kitchen to find Amanda standing in front of the open refrigerator, wearing nothing but one of my sister's sleeping shirts, which covered very little of her magnificent butt. She was very evidently not wearing any panties. Her golden blonde hair was hanging down her back, almost teasingly swishing across her butt as she bent slightly forward to search the fridge.

It's just not fair! I thought to myself. The two of them are determined to get me horny everywhere I go! I sighed and cleared my throat, averting my gaze to the ceiling as I did so.

Amanda squeaked as she whirled around. "Oh Damon, you scared me!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I figured if I didn't say anything, you'd be startled once you suddenly saw me standing here," I said softly.

"Yeah, that's probably true... why are you staring at the ceiling?"

"Um, you're not exactly dressed for company."

"Oh crap!" she exclaimed. "I must have, eh, I think my underwear, I..." She sighed as she realized the futility of trying to come up with any kind of plausible reason for why she wasn't wearing any panties. "I'm not very good at coming up with lame excuses, am I?"

I smiled at her, though like a gentleman, I still kept my eyes averted.

"I slept in the nude," she continued softly. "I was hungry for a snack, and I didn't figure anyone would be up at this early hour, so I just didn't bother getting all the way dressed. I'm sorry."

"No harm done here," I said, my mind imagining her lying naked in my sister's bed, even if just sleeping. I had to fight hard not to groan, since after what I'd seen them do in the shower together, the odds of them just sleeping were fairly small. I felt a shiver run across my spine at the thought of Amanda fucking Kelsey in her bed.

"Why are you up so early?" she asked, apparently quite eager to change the subject.

"I've got a swim meet at ten."

"Oh really? Can we come watch?" she asked, sounding intrigued. I heard her slide a chair out from underneath the table.

"Uh, sure, I guess. I'm not sure it'll be all that exciting, it's just a high school meet. Normally I'd just skip it, but it's good preparation for the State-semis next week."

"Hey, you came to watch us. Only fair we come watch you, right?"

I smiled, still keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. "I hope Kelsey agrees with you on that."

"She will," Amanda said confidently.

"If you say so."

"Damon?"

"Yeah?"

"You can stop staring at the ceiling, you know."

I lowered my gaze and saw she had taken a seat at the table, her partial nakedness mostly hidden. She gave me a sweet smile, and I felt my stomach churn a little. God, she really was amazingly beautiful.

"Didn't you come down for a snack?" I asked, noticing that she didn't have anything on the table.

"Well, I was hoping you guys would have some fruit, but it's in those boxes, and I wasn't sure if I could take that."

"Yeah, it's fine," I said, walking over to the fridge. "They're my fruit salads, but I'll be happy to share one with you."

I reached into the fridge, grabbing two of the fruit salads along with a few cold chicken breasts wrapped in foil. I put one of the boxes of fruit in front of Amanda, returning her grateful smile, then sat down across from her and opened the foil. I eagerly tore into one of the chicken breasts, watching the slender blonde take a few grapes and a piece of melon. As I chewed my chicken, I stuffed pieces of fruit into my mouth at a regular pace.

"That sure seems like a lot of food this early in the morning," Amanda remarked. "Not that there's anything wrong with that!" she added hastily.

"Goes with being a swimmer," I said, my mouth full of chicken. "Got to eat a lot to keep my energy level up."

"How much is a lot?" she asked curiously.

"Seven thousand calories. A day."

"Are you serious?" she exclaimed. "A day? I don't think I eat that in a week!"

I gave her a knowing smile. "That's why I can swim faster than you can."

She giggled as she took another piece of melon before closing the box. She looked at the fridge as if trying to judge whether she could walk over there without exposing herself to me.

"Don't worry about it, I'll eat that," I said, nodding at the box.

She smiled and slid it across the table to where I could reach it. "All that food must be pretty expensive, huh?"

"Yeah, I think my parents would have preferred it if I'd taken up cheerleading too, but I'd look terrible in a skirt," I grinned, causing Amanda to laugh delightedly.

We chatted a while about typical, everyday things as I methodically devoured the chicken and the fruit, until Amanda started yawning. "I'm glad I can go back to bed and get some more sleep," she admitted.

"Yeah, rub it in, why don't you?" I said wryly.

She giggled. "You and Kelsey are so much alike."

I nodded. "We do both tend to be a little dry."

"Kelsey's not dry," Amanda said with a mischievous wink.

Before I could say anything, my phone vibrated from a text message. Glancing at it, I grabbed my bag of stuff and jammed the last few pieces of fruit in my mouth. "Sorry, but I gotta go. My ride's here."

I averted my eyes as Amanda got up and walked towards me. She put her hand on my arm, and I felt a warm thrill run through me. "Thank you for the fruit," she said softly.

"You're welcome." I smiled. "If you want more later, help yourself. I have to go buy more soon anyways."

"I think I'm pretty full, but thank you."

I nodded as I saw her walk away out of the corner of my eye. I waited about twenty seconds to give her plenty of time to get safely out of sight, then walked out of the kitchen to the front door. Coming into the hallway, I did a double take as Amanda was still walking up the stairs, the bottom of her shirt riding up on her hips, exposing her butt with every step. Rather than avert my eyes, I allowed myself a long, leisurely stare at her divine ass and her unbelievable pussy. As she reached the top of the stairs, Amanda turned her head and threw me a teasing grin before disappearing into Kelsey's bedroom.

"Fuck," I sighed. My cock was rapidly rising to attention again, and I didn't want to walk out to the car with a huge boner. "Get down!" I hissed at it. It seemed to take great delight in not only ignoring me but also taking several minutes to go soft again.

The meet went pretty much as expected; I crushed everybody in my three distances, and I'd even taken part in our relay event, which we also won without much competition. My coach congratulated me afterwards but told me not to get too cocky, as obviously the level of competition in the State semi-finals, held next weekend, would be much, much higher.

I didn't worry about it. Having just had the Olympics in Beijing, it stood to reason that several of the country's top swimmers might not be in Nationals next year--leaving a wide-open qualifying field which gave swimmers who were normally on the outside, like myself, a massive dose of motivation. Motivation was something that I could always use more of.

Since I'd been a sophomore, I'd been dominating my high school meets to such an extent that I'd gotten bored with them and lost the drive to train hard. Not willing to let someone of my talents, as he put it, ruin his chances like that, our high school swim coach hooked me up with a personal coach, an old veteran who had trained several world champions in his lifetime. The old coach had gladly taken me under his wing and promised I'd one day make it to the top, as long as I stuck to his rather grueling training regimen. Part of that regimen was increasing my daily calories by quite a lot, to the dismay of my mom's grocery bill, as well as upping the intensity and frequency with which I trained. Because I was unable to access the high school's pool at all hours, he also promptly signed me up to join the swim club where he was employed.

Though I didn't swim in any of the club's sponsored events, since doing that would immediately ruin my eligibility to compete in the NCAA once I went to college, I was able to compete in the club's internal meets, which were held once a week for fun, and I now had access to a pool whenever I wanted to. Another benefit was that I was able to train with guys who were at a much higher level than I was. While getting my ass kicked in practice by Mitch Stevens time and time again wasn't really the way I would have personally gone about getting motivated, I had to admit that my times had improved a lot ever since I'd joined the swim club.

They had improved so much that, in my junior year, Coach had entered me for the State Championships. I'd gotten soundly beaten in the semi-finals, but he said I stood a good chance to make it into the actual finals this year, and I'd been training vigorously for the past few months to prepare.

After the contest was over and what little public that had shown up was filing out of the hall, I stood beside the pool, loudly yawning and stretching. Both my personal coach and the high school coach had given me a few pointers, the former in a decidedly less pleasant tone than the latter. Then they'd walked off together, the old coach muttering about 'kids nowadays.'

"Long night, D?" Brian asked with a grin as he walked up towards me, with Erik and Daryll following close behind. They were all members of my swim club, and they'd been teammates and best friends for four years at Oregon, all of them having graduated the year before. I trained with them a lot, and though it had taken a little time, we were all good friends now, though I hung out with Brian far more than I did with the other two.

They were all dressed casually, since they obviously hadn't competed today. Ever since my car had been in the garage, Brian had been giving me rides whenever I needed one, and Daryll and Erik had surprised me by coming along to watch this meet.

"Nah, I just didn't sleep very well," I said, stifling another yawn. "Thanks for coming, guys. That was cool."

"We had nothing better to do. Why didn't you sleep very well? Were you nervous for this meet?" Erik the Viking asked. We called him the Viking because he was from somewhere in Scandinavia, Poland, or something, and definitely looked the part.

"No, just..." I very briefly considered telling them about what I had seen in the shower the night before, as a hot scene of two naked girls fucking each other would get me instant cred with them. I was quite a bit younger than they were, and I always felt out of place when they talked about all the college pussy and women in their mid-twenties they were nailing. I weighed it over in my mind a bit more; then, I finally decided against saying anything. It didn't seem right to talk about my sister and Amanda that way. "Just tossed and turned, I dunno."

Before anyone could say anything else, several girls walked close by in the stands, smiling and waving at us and yelling encouragements. I frowned slightly, as I didn't recognize them from school. "Who are they?" I asked.

"I dunno. Go talk to them and find out," Brian grinned.

"Eh... they seem quite a bit older than me."

"I'll go talk to them," Daryll said confidently. "I need to get me some pussy anyways. Be right back."

Brian laughed as Daryll walked towards the girls. They were smiling almost hungrily as he got close to them, which was understandable, as he was in fantastic shape. We all were, of course; it was one of the very few benefits of being a top-tier swimmer.

"Isn't Daryll seeing some girl right now?" I asked Brian.

"Yeah, but he said she's on the rag, so I guess he's out hunting."

"Why won't he fuck his girl when she's on the rag?" Erik asked, looking confused.

"Who knows. It's just some hang-up he's got. Might be a black thing or something, I don't know." Brian shrugged.

"What about you, Del? Have you ever fucked a girl on the rag?" Erik grinned. The three of them always bugged me about how inexperienced I was; at least compared to them, anyways.

"Very funny, shithead!" I grumbled. "You never fucked a Polish girl because she was always bundled up in like twenty layers of fucking elk hide! That's why you had to move here: so you could actually find a hole that you could stick your dick into besides the one in your backyard fence!"

Brian almost choked on his laughter, and Erik grinned widely. "I'm from Sweden, you dumb American fuck, not Poland! Don't they teach you geography at that shitty high school of yours?"

"They sure as hell don't teach him how to get laid more often!" Brian interjected with a snicker.

I blushed but couldn't help grinning. It had taken a while for them to start treating me as an equal, and I gladly took the ragging that came with it over the somewhat patronizing attitudes they'd given me at first.

Daryll came back a few minutes later, a look of deep satisfaction on his face as he was nodding fervently. "You fuckers are gonna owe me!" he said proudly.

"Owe you? You still haven't paid back that twenty I loaned you two weeks ago!" Erik grumped.

"Shut the fuck up and listen, Drakkar smelling motherfucker!" Daryll said, causing all of us to howl with laughter. "You fools see those fine pieces of college poon up there in the stands?" He pointed at the group of girls he had been talking to, and they responded by waving excitedly at us. From a distance, they seemed pretty damn hot.

"What about 'em?" Brian asked, still laughing.

"Well, those girls have invited us to a party tonight," Daryll said with a knowing look.

"Free beer?" Erik asked immediately. He was very fond of beer, especially the free kind.

"Man, fuck the free beer! That party is being held in their sorority house, and I was told that there would be certain benefits, if you know what I'm saying!"

"Fuck yeah!" Brian exclaimed. He turned towards the girls, nodding at them and throwing them two thumbs up. The girls started cheering as they got their confirmation.

"Daryll, my friend," Erik said expansively. "You are a truly, truly fine human being. Forget the twenty dollars you owe me."

"Yeah, I already did," Daryll said, still nodding. "Do I always get the pussy or what? I fucking told you so!"

The three of them grinned excitedly, but I felt a bit uncertain. I had never been invited to a college party before, and certainly not to one just for the purpose of fucking.

"What's the hell's your problem?" Daryll asked, a slightly confused look on his face as he saw my hesitation.

"I dunno if I should go, man," I said, causing the other two guys to look at me as if I was from another planet.

"What? Why the fuck not?"

"Well, it's just that... I dunno. They're quite a bit older than I am, and I'm not exactly experienced."

"Shit! Look, D, the only thing those bitches care about is your body and how big your cock is! There ain't nothing wrong with these bodies, and I fucking know there ain't nothing wrong with your cock!"

I grinned and shook my head. Daryll was always so outrageous you couldn't really say anything; all you could do was just grin and go along.

"Daryll, I've asked you before to stop looking at my cock in the fucking shower," Brian complained.

"I wasn't talking about your cock, I was talking about his cock!" Daryll said loudly.

"If you fuckers keep talking about cocks, these chicks will think we're fucking gay! Then, there won't be any benefits tonight!" Erik hissed.

Brian nodded and put his arm around my shoulder. "Look, junior. These are the kinds of girls that know what it takes to get a man to paradise. Stop worrying! Let one of those girls teach you the ropes and enjoy the fucking ride."

"Or are you secretly gay, and would you rather jerk off thinking about our cocks tonight?" Erik asked.

"Fuck you right in your fjord, asshole!" I grinned, flipping him off.

"Fjords are in Norway! Jesus, you really make your school look like a prime example of the quality of American education, don't you?"

We all laughed as we started walking off. "See you ladies tonight!" Daryll yelled at the girls, and they happily hollered back at him.

We had almost gotten to the end of the pool when suddenly I heard someone yelling from the stands. "Damon! Damon, over here!"

I looked up and smiled in surprise as both my sister and Amanda stood in the first row of the stands, waving excitedly at us.

"Damn, that is some fine young pussy!" Daryll exclaimed.

"No shit, look at those tits on that brunette," Erik chimed in. "Fuck, she's unbelievably hot!"

"Hey!" I objected. "That's my sister you're talking about!"

"Oh, right!" Erik said with a disbelieving snort. "Does she know she's your sister?"

"Fuck, I'd love to spin both those little sluts on my dick all night and make 'em squeal!" Daryll grinned.

I clenched my fists. "Shut the fuck up! That's my sister, asshole!"

"Heh, I'd like to fuck your 'sister' up her asshole," Erik jeered.

I snarled as I charged him, and the next thing coming out of his mouth was a startled gasp followed by a lot of bubbles as my shove sent him flying backwards into the pool.

"What the fuck, D?" Brian exclaimed.

"I told him to shut his fucking mouth about my sister!" I said angrily.

"Wait... is that really your sister?" Daryll asked.

"That's what I fucking said, isn't it?!"

"Aw shit... I'm sorry, D. I wouldn't want you guys talking like that about my sister either."

"Your sister is almost forty, has five kids, and weighs like three-hundred pounds, Daryll," Brian said stoically. "I don't think you have to worry about us talking about her like that."

"Fuck you, man! You know what I mean!"

Erik climbed out of the pool, soaked to the bone. The squelching sound his shoes made somehow struck me as quite funny, but Erik wasn't laughing. His face was radiating anger as he came towards me with his fists clenched. Before he could reach me, however, Brian stepped in front of him, barring his way. "Let it go, Erik. That really is his sister, and you were being a giant asshole."

Erik locked eyes with Brian, and the two glared at each other for a few moments, even as I was holding my breath. I didn't really have any illusions about my chances in a fight against Erik, seeing as how he towered a good five inches over me and probably outweighed me by forty pounds of pure muscle. Even so, I'd try to rip his fucking throat out with my teeth before I'd let him say anything like that about my sister again.

Finally, Erik lowered his gaze and walked off towards the locker room. "Sorry," he said as he slipped past me.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Brian put his hand on my shoulder. "I'll deal with him. Don't worry about it."

I sighed deeply and relaxed. "Alright, thanks. I'm gonna go talk to my sister. I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay. I'll meet you outside." Brian nodded as he and Daryll followed Erik.

"Hey!" I smiled as I walked over to the girls. Both of them were wearing tight-fitting jeans and t-shirts, though Kelsey's shirt left her belly button bare. I climbed up over the railing that separated the stands from the pool area, and I gave my sister a big hug, followed by a sloppy smooch on her cheek that made her giggle and squirm.

"Why did you shove that big guy into the pool? Were you two arguing about something?" Kelsey asked.

"Don't worry about it, it's not important."

"You seemed kind of angry?"

"He said something he shouldn't have, so he had it coming."

"What did he say?" she asked curiously.

"It's not important," I repeated blankly.

"Okay... I'm so proud of the way you did in the contest though!" she chirped happily, giving me a huge smooch on my cheek in return.
<hr pg="2" />"It was just a high school meet, sis. It doesn't really mean anything." I shrugged. "Hey, Amanda."

"Hi," she said softly, biting her lower lip. Her eyes seemed to be staring right through my chest.

I gulped as I realized she was checking me out; quite appreciatively too, judging by her gaze. I typically only wore the bottom half of my Speedo, so my chest was naked, and like Daryll had said, there was nothing wrong with my body. I puffed up a little, tightening my abs, and the gorgeous blonde drew in a sharp breath. I thought I could hear her moan softly.

My sister was grinning as she sat down on the railing, turning her gaze towards Amanda. "Looks pretty good, doesn't it?" she asked. Amanda just nodded, still staring at me.

"You two make me feel like a slab of beef!" I said in mock indignation.

"Mmmm, and such fine beef it is," Kelsey said, gently running her hand over my chest.

"Stop that," I admonished her, grabbing her hand and putting it back where it belonged.

"What, I can't show off my fine-looking brother to my best friend?" she complained.

"Look with your eyes, Kelsey, not with your hands," I reminded her.

"Gotcha! You mean kinda like you did this morning?" she teased.

"Wh-what?" I spluttered.

"Oh, don't act so innocent! You were staring at Amanda's naked ass, so it's only fair she gets to stare at you in return."

I looked over at Amanda, who had a guilty little smile on her gorgeous face. "You told her that?"

"Yes," she said softly. "She asked what had kept me, and she badgered me until I admitted it."

"Oh." I felt a little stupid. Having seen what they were doing together in the shower, it seemed fairly logical that Amanda would tell Kelsey something like that. "Well, I guess Amanda is allowed to stare at me then, payback and all. That doesn't explain why you're allowed to, brat."

Kelsey's grin grew positively naughty. "What are you saying? You'll let me look at your body if I let you watch my naked ass in return? I can show it to you right now if you want?"

"Eh... that's not... I..." I stuttered as Amanda tried to hide her laughter behind her hand. My sister's eyes were sparkling with mirth as she watched me try to talk my way out of it. "Fuck, you win!" I finally conceded, shaking my head with a wry smile.

"Yay, I love winning!" Kelsey said brightly. She made quite a show of ogling me. "You do have a really nice body, big brother."

I sighed. "Do you two want to embarrass me some more, or can I go shower now?"

"Spoilsport!" Kelsey sighed. "Fine, go ahead and leave us then."

"How did you get here, anyways?"

"Mom drove us here on her way to work."

"So how are you getting back?"

"Well... we were kind of hoping to catch a ride with whomever was giving you a ride?" Kelsey asked sweetly.

"It would have helped if you had told me that earlier, Kel, so I could have asked Brian about it beforehand," I admonished her.

"Hey, I didn't plan on coming at all, but little Miss Sunshine here begged me for two hours straight until I finally said yes just to get her to shut up about it!" Kelsey grinned, pointing at a blushing Amanda.

I smiled at Amanda and was about to say something when the college girls who had invited me and the guys to their party walked by a few rows above us. "See you tonight, Damon!" they shouted, waving at me.

"Eh, yeah... bye," I said half-heartedly, watching them leave through the exit above the stands.

"Who were they?" Kelsey asked, a hint of steel in her voice.

"I don't know. Some girls," I muttered.

"Yes, I could see they were girls, Damon! How did they know your name if you don't know them?"

I shook my head with a small grin and patiently waited for Kelsey to catch up.

"Why the hell are you grinning at me?" Kelsey grumped.

I kept staring at her, not saying or doing anything. She still wasn't making the connection.

"Damon!" she exclaimed, sounding irritated.

"Kel, I think they knew his name because it was announced like two dozen times this morning," Amanda explained patiently.

"Oh," my sister said as her cheeks colored rapidly.

I gave her a big kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, sis. I still love you."

"Good, I'm so relieved!" Kelsey said tartly.

"I'm going to go shower now, okay?" I said as I walked off.

About twenty minutes later, we were all piled up in Brian's Jeep as he was speeding along the interstate, taking us back to our place. He had been more than happy to give two smoking hot high school girls a lift. He'd taken the soft top down, and we were all enjoying the beautiful weather.

"Thanks for giving us a ride, Brian," Kelsey said sweetly from the back seat.

"Yes, thank you!" Amanda repeated.

"No problem," Brian said cheerfully as he turned to me. "D, you never told me your sister was so gorgeous."

"Yeah, and you know exactly why I never told you that, too!" I said testily.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Kelsey asked, leaning forward between the two front seats as much as she could with her safety belt on.

"Because it's none of his business, that's why," I said curtly.

"Come on, D, don't go lying to your sister now! The reason you didn't tell me, or any of the other guys, is because you were worried that we'd take an interest in her," Brian grinned.

"I don't see what the problem is with that?" Kelsey asked, her voice oozing honey.

"Well, my dear, it's because the other guys and I are, shall we say, very appreciative of the female form, and all the delicious joys it brings to a man. Young little Damon here gets slightly aggravated when people say things like that about his sister!" Brian said gleefully in a horrible British accent, hamming it up for all he was worth while watching her in his rearview mirror.

"Wait a minute," Kelsey said after a few moments. "So when he pushed that blond guy..."

"Erik."

"When he pushed Erik in the pool, was that because Erik had said something about me?"

"Yep!" Brian grinned broadly.

"What did he say?"

"Don't you dare fucking tell her," I warned him.

Brian gave me a shit-eating grin, obviously enjoying himself immensely; then, he made eye contact with Kelsey in his rearview mirror. "I don't want to be crude, so I won't use his exact words, but Erik said something to the effect that he thought you had really magnificent breasts, and that he would quite like to have carnal knowledge of you," he drawled in the same bad accent.

Kelsey squealed and giggled loudly while I ground my teeth together. "If you weren't driving, Brian, I swear to God I'd fucking choke you right now!" I whispered quietly, hoping the girls wouldn't hear me in the back over Kelsey's giggles.

"Quit whining. I'm just telling your sister that some hunky guys think she's hot. Girls her age love compliments like that. I'm not being serious," Brian whispered back.

"I think I'd like to meet Erik sometime soon," my sister announced cheerfully.

I whipped my head around, angrily glaring at her. I knew she was goading me, but I couldn't help myself. "Over my dead body you will!"

"Mmmm, so protective!" she laughed as she ruffled my hair. Gales of laughter from Kelsey and Brian filled the car as I sat pouting in my seat.

"Stop it!" I heard Amanda whisper insistently.

"Oh come on, I'm just--" Kelsey replied, the rest of her sentence getting drowned out in reverberating noise as we entered a tunnel. I turned my head slightly, and from the corner of my eye I saw Amanda and Kelsey whispering quite animatedly before Amanda finally turned her head away, her face clouded with anger.

A few seconds later, Kelsey put her hand on my right shoulder and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry."

I shrugged and didn't say anything for the rest of the ride home. Neither did anyone else.

"Hey, D, are we okay?" Brian asked as I walked in front of his car on our driveway. Both girls had already gone ahead into the house after they'd quietly thanked Brian for the ride home.

I sighed and walked over to him, then shook his hand. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. She just pushes my fucking buttons sometimes, you know?"

Brian nodded sagely. "Girls will do that to you."

"I thought that only happened with girlfriends?"

"Fuck no! Sisters will do it to you twice as bad, especially when they're her age," he said, nodding towards the door where Kelsey and Amanda had disappeared.

"How do you know?"

"Got three sisters myself; two of them younger than me. Denise is about your sister's age, and Erin is two years younger than her. Believe me, I'm going through all the same shit you are, only I get it twice."

I laughed. "I'm guessing the reason you've never told us about your sisters is--"

"The exact same reason you didn't tell us about yours," Brian finished my sentence. "We're all fucking bastards, and we don't want to see our sisters with any one of the other guys, because we know exactly what we'd do to them!"

"Does Erik have a sister?"

"Not that I know of, but if he did, he probably wouldn't tell us."

"We should try to find out."

"Why? So you and I can double-team her?"

I laughed loudly. "Erik probably wouldn't like that very much."

"Shit, he's so fucking dirty he'd probably join in, the sick Polish bastard!"

I shook my head, still laughing. "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem. See you tonight?"

"I don't know yet, to be honest. I'm not sure if I'm entirely comfortable with the idea."

"Alright. If you change your mind and need a ride though, give me a call, okay?"

"I will. Thanks."

"No problem." He smiled as he shifted the Jeep into reverse.

"Hey, Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"If you weren't so fucking old, I might be okay with you dating my sister."

He snickered at the comment about his age. "Is that so?"

"Yeah."

"What if I told you that I think your sister has the hottest, most amazing ass I've ever seen? The way she looks in those jeans is just unbefuckinglievable; I've never seen a pair of jeans filled out that way! In fact, I think I'm going to go home now and rub one out thinking about fucking that curvy ass of hers."

"Oh, you fucking asshole! Get the fuck out of here!" I grinned.

"Keep her away from us, man, I'm telling you," Brian chuckled as he backed out of the driveway and drove off while honking.

I waved at him, then entered through the kitchen door. A few seconds later, Kelsey quickly came to me, with tears in her eyes. "Damon, I am so sorry," she sniffled as she dejectedly stood before me. Somehow, she looked a lot smaller than her already diminutive five-foot-three.

"Whatever," I said dismissively, trying to walk past her.

She quickly stepped in front of me, shaking her head. "Please don't be angry with me. I'm sorry! Tell me what I can do to make it right, please!" she implored.

"Look, I'll be fine, alright? Just give me--"

"No, I don't want you to be just fine. I don't want us to be just fine. I want us to be more than just fine! I am sorry I acted like such a horribly spoiled little bitch," she said before bursting into tears.

My heart wrenched as I saw her sobbing into her hands. I took her in my arms, and she clung to me fiercely, crying against my chest. I was having a hard time keeping my own eyes dry as I listened to my little sister weep.

"You're always so good to me, and sometimes I just treat you like shit," Kelsey wailed loudly, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, sshhh," I whispered, kissing the top of her head. "Come on, it'll be fine."

"You were so sweet to defend me against your sexist friends, and all I did was make fun of you for it and hurt you!" she stammered through her tears.

"Kel, please stop crying," I pleaded softly, but she just started sobbing harder.

I sighed as I tried to figure out what to say to her that would make her stop. After a little while, I noticed Amanda standing in the opening to the hallway, her own face wet with tears. She was mouthing something at me.

I shook my head with a puzzled look, indicating that I didn't understand her, and she mouthed her instructions again, exaggerating the words for my benefit. As soon as I figured out what she was saying, a light came on in my mind. I cupped Kelsey's chin and lifted her face from my chest; she looked really miserable, tears streaming down her face. I gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. "Kel, it's okay, I forgive you. Come on, sis, stop crying. I love you."

Kelsey's lips blubbered a few more times, then a tiny smile broke through on her face. "Do you really forgive me?" she asked, sounding very vulnerable.

"Yes, of course I do. You're my little sister. I love you."

"Oh, thank you!" she cried, hugging me tightly. "I love you too. I love you so much."

I cleared my throat in an effort to get the lump out as I stood there holding my sister close while gently caressing her hair. I wasn't really used to these grandiose displays of emotions.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" Kelsey asked after a few moments of sniffling softly.

"You don't have to do anything," I said with a smile.

"No, I really want to. Please let me do something for you. Anything."

"Anything?" I smiled.

"Absolutely anything, Damon," she said earnestly, staring deeply into my eyes.

"Well, you could..." I hesitated as--for the briefest of seconds--an image of her playing with herself passed through my mind. I closed my eyes and sighed inwardly. What kind of creep was I that I'd actually think about my sister masturbating at a time like this? What was I going to do, ask her to finger herself right here on the kitchen counter so I could watch? What the fuck was wrong with me?

"What? Please tell me," she insisted.

I opened my eyes and gave her a cheeky grin. "I'm a little hungry."

For a second it seemed she was disappointed, then she smiled beautifully. "How about I make you lunch then?"

"That sounds good," I said, my stomach growling as if on cue. " I think I'm starving, actually."

"I'll fix you a really big meal!" she said happily. Then she stood up on her tippy toes, pulled my head down, and gave me a kiss, right on the lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I said, my stomach growling again. All this talk of food had really gotten it going. "I think that's your cue."

"I'll get to work!" she giggled as she dashed into the kitchen. As soon as she glanced at herself in the little mirror we had on the wall next to the fridge, however, she squeaked. "Oh my God, I look horrible! I will be right back!" She stormed out of the kitchen and ran upstairs.

I chuckled as I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, listening to my stomach growling again. "Sorry, buddy, looks like we have to wait a little," I told it. The growls seemed to grow more ominous.

Amanda walked into the kitchen and sat down on the chair beside me. She had a gentle smile on her face, though I could still see the traces of her own tears on her face.

"Are you okay, Amanda?" I asked with concern.

"Yes, I am now. I just hate seeing her in pain and crying like that," Amanda said.

"Yeah, me too. What brought that on all of a sudden?"

"I told her she was being a spoiled bitch."

My eyes grew larger as I stared at her. "You did what?"

"The way she was treating you in Brian's car was awful. I told her what a bitch she was, how spoiled she was acting, and how it made me feel about her. She started crying almost immediately."

"Wait... if you hate seeing her in pain, why did you say something that you knew would hurt her?"

"Because I hate seeing her treat you like that even more," Amanda said softly.

"Why's that?"

"Because she takes you for granted, and she shouldn't."

"I don't get it."

Amanda swallowed, then looked me straight in the eye. "You treat her so well, and you are so wonderful to her. A few friends of mine at school absolutely hate their brothers, and I know of several more girls who don't really care about their brothers one way or the other. Quite a few girls grudgingly put up with them because they're family, not because they particularly like them. Kelsey is so lucky to have you, but sometimes she acts like it's the most normal thing in the world, and it's just what she deserves. Does that explain it at all?"

"Not really," I admitted. "Why do you think she's so lucky to have me as a brother?"

"Because you're always so nice to her."

I sat in silence for a few seconds. "I'm really not that nice to her," I said softly.

"Yes, you are," Amanda said, giving me a knowing smile.

"I'm always teasing her, and I call her a brat all the time."

Amanda giggled. "She is a brat, you and I both know that! As for the teasing part, people who love each other always tease each other. It doesn't matter if they're husband and wife, or boyfriend and girlfriend, or brother and sister."

"Yeah, but--"

"Look," she interrupted me, putting her hand on my arm, "Every time you cuddle with your sister, or hug her, or make her laugh, or console her when she's sad, or give her a compliment, basically every time you do something nice for her, she tells me about it. Every single time."

I nodded slightly, not really sure where she was going. "Okay?"

"Take a guess how often that means she talks about you?"

I shrugged. "Once a month?"

Amanda snorted. "Seriously, Damon."

"Once a week?"

"Try multiple times a day."

"Oh," I said, blushing.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said encouragingly. "That's wonderful! That's what I'm trying to explain: you are so amazingly wonderful to her, and sometimes she acts like you are lucky that you're allowed to be nice to her. That's a horrible attitude, and I hate it."

"So you told her to stop?"

"Yes, I did. It's one thing to tease you or provoke you a little. It's another thing altogether for her to take your kindness and your protectiveness, then rub it back in your face and make fun of you for it. I told her to imagine what her life would look like if she made you so mad you'd stop being there for her. That really freaked her out."

I shook my head. "That would never happen, though. I'll always be there for her."

"Yes, I know, and so does she. That's why she takes you for granted, and that's just horrible. I wish I had somebody in my life who'd shove some creep who made rude comments about me into a pool."

"I would," I said quietly.

"Aww. See, that's why you are so sweet," Amanda said earnestly.

I blushed as I looked at her. The dimples on her gorgeous, smiling face were sending butterflies into my stomach. "Thanks for sticking up for me with Kel and making her apologize. And for telling me what to say to her to get her to stop crying."

She smiled. "You don't have to thank me. She owed you an apology. Just remember that the word 'love' works wonders for a girl."

"I'll keep that in mind!" I grinned cheekily.

"It is not to be used just to get into a girl's pants!" she admonished me sternly. "But then I doubt you'd do that anyways."

I took a deep breath, and I blew some air over my face. All this talk was making me decidedly uncomfortable, and I could feel myself blush quite badly.

Amanda laughed lightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to grill you about feelings and emotions like that. I know how much guys hate to talk about those."

"Yeah, no kidding." I nodded.

"Let's talk about some football, grrrrr!" Amanda mimicked a male voice while she flexed her small biceps, which caused me to laugh out loud.

"Yeah! Football! And food!" I snickered, playing along happily.

"And girls!"

"I do like talking about girls," I admitted.

"You don't do so bad talking to them either," Amanda noted.

"Don't tell my buddies, okay?"

"Your secret is safe with me!" she giggled as she squeezed my arm.

I jumped a little as I hadn't realized she had still been holding it. Hesitantly, I put my hand on top of hers. "Thank you, Amanda," I said sincerely.
<hr pg="3" />"You're welcome. Thank you for being such a good brother to Kelsey."

"Can I ask why that means so much to you?" I asked quietly.

"Because I love her," Amanda said simply, shrugging her shoulders. I wondered what kind of love she meant but couldn't summon the courage to ask her.

"What's taking her so long?" I asked as I glanced back at the hallway after a few seconds of us staring at each other.

"It takes a while to fix a crying fit like that."

"You cried, and you still look fantastic," I pointed out.

"Aww, you need to stop being so sweet to me! I'm going to steal you from Kelsey and adopt you as my own brother!"

"Yeah? What kind of benefits would I be looking at?"

She was about to say something, then guiltily dropped her eyes.

After a second, I realized she was thinking about earlier that morning. "That would be an excellent benefit," I teased.

Amanda blushed fiercely, but she had a pretty smile on her face. "You were so nice, avoiding your eyes like that. Every other guy I know would have just openly stared a hole in my butt if he saw me like that. So I kind of felt you deserved a peek."

I opened my mouth several times to say something, but the words stuck to my lips every time. Amanda's smile grew wider at every hesitation, and the image of her beautiful face began slowly seeping into every part of my brain. "You're just gorgeous," I finally said.

"Thank you," she said warmly with an absolutely dazzling smile.

I smiled at her and squeezed her hand. We were gazing into each other's eyes, and somewhere in the distance I heard her chair scrape along the floor as she moved it closer to me. We leaned in and slowly our lips brushed together, touching for just a few seconds; she still tasted faintly of the fruit she had eaten earlier. Amanda leaned her head back so she could look at me, perhaps to see if this was what I wanted. We smiled at each other before we leaned in again, our lips touching more firmly. Her kiss sent shivers down my entire body. She was starting to curl her fingers in my hair when we heard Kelsey's footsteps coming down the stairs.

We broke the kiss, smiling happily at each other as Amanda slid her chair back to its original spot. Kelsey burst into the kitchen; she looked quite fabulous again, all traces of her earlier crying gone except for a little red around her pupils. "Hey, you two! What were you laughing and giggling about?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, just stuff," I said casually.

"Right," Kelsey said disbelievingly, then she looked at Amanda closely. "Come on, tell me."

"We were actually having a talk about feelings," Amanda said. "It was really nice."

"What? You're kidding?" my sister exclaimed.

"Nope." Amanda shook her head, an amused look on her face.

"I've been trying to get him to talk about his feelings for the past six years!" Kelsey whined. "Then when he finally does, he does it with you? That's not fair!"

"Sorry," Amanda and I both said at the same time. We slyly looked at each other and started laughing.

"You two hardly even know each other!" my sister complained.

"I feel like we know each other a little bit better now," Amanda said. I just looked at her and nodded.

Kelsey pouted, but I could see her eyes sparkle in that particular way that meant she wasn't being serious. "Well, you better tell me all about it later!" she said to Amanda. Then she turned her attention to me and smiled magnificently. "What do you want to eat?"

The food turned out excellent, despite my fears that it was going to be a bit of a disaster. Kelsey wasn't much of a cook and was generally not allowed in Mom's kitchen when food was being prepared, but it turned out Amanda was pretty skilled, and she gladly helped out. When I asked Amanda about her culinary skills, she said she helped her mom out in the kitchen and the rest of the household a lot; it was too much work for her mom to do by herself in addition to working two jobs and raising a teenage girl. I remembered Kelsey telling me that Amanda's dad had died several years before they became friends, and her mom had not remarried or even begun dating again.

Kelsey started singing the Corrs' "What Can I Do" as the two of them worked in the kitchen, which caused Amanda to give her several mysterious glances. I briefly wondered what that was all about, then just enjoyed listening to my sister sing until they served the food.

They had made me scrambled eggs and toast, plus a whole heaping of fried potatoes, while they ate the leftover fruit that was in the fridge along with a few slices of cheese. I happily dug in like a ravenous beast.

"It makes me sick how much you can eat without gaining any weight!" Kelsey complained sourly after a few minutes as she saw me rapidly shovel a few slices of toast piled with scrambled eggs into my mouth. "I eat one egg, and I gain a pound!"

"I think I gain a pound just by looking at an egg!" Amanda chimed in, causing my sister to giggle.

"If you both started swimming, you wouldn't have to worry about your weight anymore," I offered helpfully.

"Ewww, no thank you. I've seen some of those US swim girls; there are a few pretty ones, but most of them are built like weightlifters," Kelsey said, sniffing her nose. "I'd rather stay cute and sexy."

"Suit yourself," I grinned as I devoured some more food. "These potatoes are great. They're absolutely loaded with calories!"

I had to suppress a chuckle as I saw a shudder of disgust ripple through my sister's slender body.

"Do you not have to worry about what particular types of food you eat?" Amanda asked after a few moments.

"Probably." I shrugged. "I mean, eating healthy food is going to be better than eating junk food, obviously, but I need so many calories that if I only ate the healthy stuff, I'd be doing nothing all day long except eating to make my calorie count. So I cheat a bit."

"It's amazing you can eat that much and be in such great shape," she said admiringly.

"Thanks," I said, smiling broadly at her compliment.

Kelsey threw us both a quick glance, a curious look on her gorgeous face.

"What?" I asked her.

"You two seem very chummy all of a sudden," she said suspiciously. "What happened?"

"I guess a good conversation can do that to people," Amanda said, smiling brightly as she pointedly ignored my sister's question.

"That does it! You are going to tell me everything that happened while I was gone, right now!" Kelsey grabbed her friend's arm and dragged the giggling blonde out of the kitchen.

I grinned as I watched them leave, then finished my plate before going upstairs for a nice, well-deserved nap. It had been quite a busy morning, and I quickly fell asleep, the sound of loudly giggling girls floating through my bedroom.

I woke up around five with a yawn and a spine-snapping stretch. I wondered if Kelsey and Amanda were still in my sister's room, but soon I heard the sound of the TV coming from downstairs, so I quietly walked down the stairs and peeked around the corner of the living room.

Kelsey was lying sideways on the couch with her head in Amanda's lap, and the blonde was gently curling her fingers through my sister's hair as they both watched TV. I shivered with pleasure as I remembered Amanda curling her fingers through my hair a few hours earlier, and I hoped I'd get a chance to kiss her again sometime soon. Once it became obvious I wasn't going to be disturbing anything, I pretended to come down the stairs again and walked into the living room. Kelsey hadn't moved from her spot in response to my noise.

"Hey girls. Comfy?" I asked.

"Mmmm, very!" Kelsey almost purred. Amanda gave me a pert grin and gently rubbed her fingers across the nape of my sister's neck, causing Kelsey to shiver and let out a little moan.

I plopped down on the couch, not too close to them, and glanced at the TV. They were watching a Flight of the Conchords marathon, so I settled in to enjoy the show with them.

"I'm the Boom King!" I sang along at one point as we watched Bret sing that particular song.

"I didn't know that having had one girlfriend entitled you to call yourself the Boom King?" Kelsey teased.

Amanda sucked in her breath. "Kelsey!" she whispered insistently.

"What...? Oh crap!" Kelsey said, throwing me an embarrassed look. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I know you don't want to be reminded of her!" The way she said it made it sound like she was talking about the rotten fish that we'd found in the fridge last month.

I shrugged. "It's okay. I've got to accept it at some point, right? I'm not the first guy whose girlfriend cheated on him, then dumped him."

"That fucking whore!" Kelsey spat angrily. I gasped in surprise at my sister's vehement outburst. My sister rarely swore.

Amanda caught my look and flashed me a wry smile. "That's nothing. You should have heard her rant right after you found out Kim was cheating on you. How did you put it again, Kel? You were going to 'drown her in battery acid' and 'rip her guts out with meat hooks' if I'm not mistaken, right?"

Kelsey tried hard to contain her smile while she gave me an embarrassed look, her face still flushed from her anger.

Amanda fondly looked at her. "Don't mess with the people she loves!"

"Wow," I said, seeing a completely different side of my sister. "You weren't actually going to do any of those things, were you, Kel?"

"Nah. That slut isn't worth going to jail for, but I very much enjoyed thinking about it!" Kelsey said firmly.

"You're such a little savage!" Amanda chuckled.

"Yeah, don't you forget it!"

"So you told Amanda what happened then?" I asked.

"Yeah, why? Did you not want me to?"

I shrugged. "It's fine, don't worry."

"I'm sorry, Damon, I didn't know you wanted it kept secret. Amanda is my best friend though, and we share everything."

"Yeah, I know," I said, without thinking about it.

Kelsey and Amanda glanced knowingly at each other before almost simultaneously turning to me with curious grins on their faces. I felt my face flush as both beautiful girls' eyes were boring into me, seemingly determined to drill until they found the truth.

"Know what, big brother?" Kelsey asked sweetly. Her face looked like that of a cat that had just trapped a mouse.

"Yeah, what is it you know?" Amanda chimed in. Her look was even more predatory, though both of them seemed to be fighting to contain their laughter.

"Eh... I... that you... you know, that you girls share everything!" I stammered, feeling myself starting to sweat. They did see me peeking at them last night, I thought, and now the reckoning's due!

"Uh-huh, we do," Kelsey said, nodding; her eyes firmly locked on mine.

"Everything," Amanda breathed softly.

"Yeah, that's what you girls said!" I said with a pathetic squeak.

Amanda turned to face Kelsey and winked at her, both of them starting to giggle loudly. Kelsey got out of Amanda's lap and leaned close to me. "We'll let you off easy, this time," she whispered, her grin splitting her face from ear to ear.

I gulped audibly, looking at my sister's beaming face. I hardly dared look her in the eyes, but nodded that I understood what she was saying. Kelsey slowly lay down with her head in Amanda's lap again. Both girls grinned at me for another moment, then returned their attention to the TV.

I sat quietly as my heart thudded loudly. I knew that the next time I peeked at my sister in the shower, I was not going to be a happy man, so I vowed not to do it again.

We watched a few more episodes of the Conchords, laughing loudly at the crazy antics of the two Kiwis. "Are you girls going out tonight?" I asked after a particularly funny episode.

"Yes," they both said simultaneously.

"Where are you going?"

"Discovery," Kelsey said.

"It's pretty fun; we go there often," Amanda supplied.

"Because we get a lot of free drinks!" Kelsey finished.

"I am fairly sure you two aren't old enough to drink yet," I said, giving them a pointed stare.

Kelsey stuck her tongue out at me. Amanda tried to grab it, but Kelsey quickly popped it back inside her mouth a millisecond before her friend could get her fingers on it. "Hey!" my sister whined, giving Amanda a betrayed look.

Amanda grinned deviously, then turned towards me. "Do you have any plans for tonight, Damon?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"You aren't hanging out with Jeff?" Kelsey asked.

"No, he seems to have been firmly ignoring me ever since he ditched me at the mall last Tuesday."

"He's such an asshole," Kelsey said testily. She had never liked Jeff very much, always saying she felt he was the kind of friend who was happy to take and never all that eager to give. I'd never paid much attention to her observations, as they were obviously way off the mark.

"What kind of place is this Discovery?" I asked, mostly to get Kelsey's mind off Jeff.

"Club, bar, dancing, drinks, the usual," Amanda said.

"There are lots of hot girls there, you know," Kelsey said.

"Really?" I said, perking up instantly.

"I knew that would get your attention!" my sister smirked. "Of course, none of them are anywhere near as hot as Amanda."

Amanda's eyes flashed dangerously, and she swatted my sister's butt. "Will you stop it already?!"

Kelsey was grinning delightedly, apparently really enjoying teasing her friend about her looks so much. Her face wasn't showing a single ounce of remorse. Amanda frowned at Kelsey for a few seconds, then turned to me again. "Do you want to go with us?" she asked, somewhat hopefully.

I thought it over. None of my regular friends were around to go out with, except maybe Jeff, and he seemed to be pissed at me for some reason. I didn't have a car, so I couldn't go by myself, and I wasn't really sure yet whether I wanted to go to that college party. Until I was, I didn't feel like calling Brian since he'd just pressure me into going. All in all, going out with my sister and her friends sounded like the most fun I was going to have tonight.

"Jeez, please make sure to take the time to consider it carefully, Damon!" Kelsey said impatiently. "We wouldn't want you to have to hang out with a group of hot girls and take time away from being cool here at home all by yourself!" Her rant caused Amanda to burst out laughing.

"You, little sister, have a big mouth," I said while trying not to laugh myself.

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it?" she said, a small grin on her face.

"I may just have to spank that bratty little butt of yours!"

"Want me to help?" Amanda asked eagerly.

I stared at her for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, you could hold her down."

"Hah! Promises, promises is all I ever get out of you two," Kelsey said challengingly.

Amanda and I looked at each other, the unspoken question in our eyes. A keen smile built on both our faces, and we both nodded. Amanda practically pounced on Kelsey, shifting forward on the couch and pulling my squealing sister over her knees.

Kelsey struggled for a few moments--though not very convincingly--before she relaxed, her firm ass deliciously sticking up in the air. She looked over her shoulder at me with an eager smile. "You're bluffing!" she scoffed dismissively.

"Do it!" Amanda practically hissed, her face flushed with excitement. "Spank that little ass!"

I moved onto my knees right in front of Amanda while staring at my sister's lithe body draped over her friend's knees. Kelsey's ass looked magnificent, packed in tight jeans that stretched invitingly around her curves because of the position she was being held in. I felt my mouth water just at the sight of it. God, her ass was so unbelievable.

"Yeah, come on!" Kelsey taunted me with a pert grin. "Spank my little ass, if you dare."

I gave her a warning glare, though I had to struggle so hard to keep from grinning like a moron that I doubted I really looked all that menacing.

"Careful, sis, don't push me too far," I said.

"Whatever, you big wimp! You don't scare me! You won't... Oow!" Kelsey began chuckling, then she suddenly yelped as my hand connected with her ass. I swallowed loudly as I remembered watching Amanda's hand doing this to my sister in the shower.

"You were saying?" I asked lightly.

Kelsey bit her lower lip as she looked at me. "You don't seriously believe one spank is enough to shut me up?"

My hand flashed down again, smacking her firm bottom hard. Kelsey let out a little grunt as she slowly started squirming in Amanda's grasp.

"I told you your big mouth was going to get you in trouble, Kelsey," I said reasonably.

My sister snorted, throwing me a challenging stare. "I've been in much more trouble than this, you big wuss!"

Again my hand smacked down on her ass, and again she let out a little squeak, though I could also hear her moan softly.

Kelsey's face was flushed, and her eyes were closed. "Is that all you've got?"

I shook my head with a wry smile. Here I was spanking my sister, and she kept spurring me on. Again, my hand flashed down on her curvy ass; her body shook as I hit her. "All you have to do is apologize, and I'll stop," I offered.

"Up yours!" she grinned.

I hesitated slightly. As much fun as I was having, I was worried about hitting her too hard since my last smack had been fairly rough. I didn't want to actually hurt her.

"Spank her," Amanda urged me as if she sensed my hesitation. "Spank the little brat right out of her!"

"Like that's ever going to happen... Oooww!" Kelsey whimpered as I again slapped down on her butt. The slap was hard enough that it echoed through the room.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Kel! Did I hurt you?" I asked quickly. My heart was thudding, partially from excitement and partially from worry.

My sister was quiet for a moment, and I really started to worry that I had actually hurt her when she blew a strand of her chestnut-brown hair out of her eyes and snickered, "Hurt me? Amanda hits harder than you do!"

Before I could do anything, Amanda's hand flew down on Kelsey's ass so hard that it startled me, causing Kelsey to moan deeply as her whole body shuddered. "Is that so? I guess we better test it and see, hmm?" the blonde goddess said calmly.

"Oh God, yes," Kelsey groaned so lustfully that it made my cock jump in my pants.

Amanda looked at me, her beautiful face lit up with anticipation. "You first!" she breathed.

I gave Amanda a questioning glance, not sure if we should go on with it, but she just nodded with a smile. I slapped my hand down on Kelsey's ass, eliciting a loud squeak from my sister. Before she was even done moaning, Amanda's hand followed, hitting my sister in exactly the same place.

"A little harder now, make her squeal!" Amanda panted, her voice quivering.

"Yes!" Kelsey groaned with obvious pleasure. "Give me more, please!"

Again, my hand flew down on my sister's delicious ass, to be followed by Amanda's not a second later. She and I were both grinning as we took turns swatting my sister's butt. Kelsey was wiggling and squirming in Amanda's lap. She had her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her face was flushed with obvious excitement.

"Oh my God! Spank me, please!" Kelsey wailed, her voice trembling with desire. "More!"

The sound of a key in the kitchen door was like a gong reverberating through the house. "Kids, I'm home! I brought Chinese!" my mom shouted as she opened the door.

Panic gripped my heart with an icy cold vice as my gaze shot fearfully to the arch that connected the kitchen to the hall. As soon as Mom set foot in that hallway, she would be able to see me spanking my own sister, with her daughter's best friend helping. In my mind, she was already going for the bread knife she would use to gut me... slowly.

"Get up, doofus!" Kelsey hissed as she nimbly swung off Amanda's knees, blowing air on her face to cool herself down a little. Amanda helped Kelsey to her feet, then straightened her clothes and her hair, making sure there was no evidence of what had been going on.
<hr pg="4" />I got up myself, making sure my cock wasn't visible in my pants before walking to the kitchen to greet Mom.

"You're lucky we had to stop," Amanda teasingly whispered to Kelsey as they walked behind me towards the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, I'm so lucky!" Kelsey muttered. "Three more strokes and... dammit! Talk about bad timing!"

"Awww, poor baby!" Amanda said with a giggle.

"Hey Mom," I said as I walked into the kitchen, smiling at her. "Thanks for bringing food."

"Hey honey," Mom replied. "You're welcome. How did your swim contest go?"

"I won all my distances." I shrugged. "Not much competition today."

"Hi Mom!" Kelsey said brightly as she entered the kitchen.

"Hi hon!"

"Hi Mrs. Richards!" Amanda said, finishing the trifecta.

"Oh, hello, Amanda, dear. I didn't know you were still here. I'd have brought more food if I had!" Mom said despondently.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry," Amanda said with a smile.

"You can have some of mine," I offered.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. You need those calories!" Amanda protested.

"I'm sure my body can survive without the two hundred calories you'd eat," I grinned.

Amanda giggled. "Just for that, I'm going to eat three hundred!"

We all laughed as we sat down at the kitchen table, eagerly opening the boxes of food.

True to her promise, Amanda ate six whole pieces of my spicy chicken and an entire crab won ton, then sighed as if she had just been forced to eat a whole cow. I eagerly devoured pretty much everything else on the table, leading to Kelsey smacking my fingers when I tried to steal her last lettuce wrap.

"Are you girls going out tonight?" Mom asked my sister after we were done eating, and we were just sitting around the table.

"Yes. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, dear, of course not. Make sure to wear proper clothes, though!" Mom said with a frown. Kelsey's cheerleader side had a tendency to want to wear short skirts and tight tops, and Mom definitely disapproved of that in her youngest daughter, at least as far as wearing them outside the house was concerned.

"Yes, Mommy," Kelsey said demurely while exchanging a sly grin at Amanda. I wondered what they were up to.

"What are you doing tonight, Damon?" Mom asked me.

"I'm going with these two. Someone's got to keep them out of trouble."

"Oh dear," she sighed. "Do you guys need the car?"

"No, Stacey's picking us up at eight," Kelsey said. She and Amanda both got up and went upstairs, presumably to get dressed. I helped Mom clean the table, then went up to my own bedroom to change.

It was about eight-thirty before Stacey finally showed up, but even so my sister and Amanda were, of course, not ready yet. I sat waiting impatiently in the kitchen, wearing black khakis and a navy-colored, long-sleeved, buttoned shirt. It wasn't my usual going-out gear, but I had no idea what to expect in this Discovery joint, and I didn't want to be the dipshit in the ratty jeans and T-shirt while everyone else looked sleek.

Finally my sister and Amanda came downstairs, both wearing baggy jeans and sweaters, with Amanda obviously having borrowed from my sister's wardrobe. Neither had much makeup on, except for some lip gloss and a light touch of blush on their cheeks. I frowned at the two of them; I knew Mom wanted her daughter to dress anything but sexy, but this seemed to go way too far in the opposite direction.

"Do you like?" Kelsey asked mockingly as the two of them modeled their outfits in front of me.

"Eh..." I said hesitantly, wondering just how loaded the question was. It was like one of those 'Does this make me look fat?' questions that men always dreaded hearing.

"You can be honest, big brother, we can handle it!" Kelsey grinned.

"You two look like you're going to go play some pickup hoops at the Y," I chuckled.

"Ouch, right through the heart!" Kelsey said gloomily as she struck a dramatic pose, both hands over her heart while she slowly sank to her knees, mortally wounded by my unkind words. Amanda snickered loudly, and I had to laugh myself.

A loud honk came from outside, and Kelsey quickly got back up. "Let's go, fashion critic, before our driver gets impatient and decides to leave us," she said as she walked out the back door, with Amanda close on her heels.

"Hey, Stace!" Kelsey said happily as she waved at her friend, who was leaning against the back of a burgundy Toyota 4Runner. Stacey returned her wave, then the two girls gave each other a huge hug.

"Do you mind if my brother comes along tonight?" Kelsey asked.

"Of course not," Stacey said with a beautiful smile. "Hi, Kelsey's brother."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" I asked with a wry grin as I quietly ogled her in the light of the driveway lamp. She was wearing a short, red pleated skirt and a black halter top together with what looked to be about nine-inch heels. It was sexy as hell and made me glad my mom didn't see it.

"Not for a while, no. Unless you can convince me to, somehow," she said sultrily as she hugged Amanda in turn.

"Hey!" Kelsey objected. "I'm not bringing him along just so you can corrupt him!"

"We'll see," Stacey grinned. "Get in, Damon," she said, pointing to the front seat.

"Shouldn't one of the girls sit there?" I asked.

"No, they have business in the back," she said with a mysterious little smile.

I shrugged and got into the front seat. I buckled up as Kelsey and Amanda climbed into the back seat, while Stacey got behind the wheel.

"Is Carynne not coming tonight?" Amanda asked Stacey.

"She is, but she's giving Mikaela a ride. She said she'd meet us there," Stacey answered as she pulled out of our driveway, quickly taking the road that led to the highway, which in turn would take us downtown.

"How do you like our look?" Kelsey asked.

"Very construction worker... ish. It's so hot!" Stacey giggled.

"What did you get us tonight?" Amanda asked eagerly.

"Look and see, I think you'll like it."

I heard some plastic bags rustling, and I turned my head curiously.

Kelsey was looking inside of one of several large plastic shopping bags. "Oh, this is cute! Here, you wear this," she said, handing the bag to Amanda. Amanda took the bag from my sister and started going through it, pulling out various articles of clothing. Very skimpy, sexy clothing.

"Wow, this stuff is gorgeous, Stacey, thank you!" Amanda said appreciatively.

"My pleasure, baby," the cheerleader captain said.

"Yeah, don't we know that!" Kelsey giggled as she too removed the sort of clothes from her bag that would have given our mom a heart attack on the spot.

Amanda nimbly climbed over the backseat to the cargo area and started taking her sweater off. I felt my mouth fall open as I gawked at her.

"Eyes front, soldier!" Stacey admonished me, and I had the good graces to blush as I quickly snapped my head back.

Sounds of buttons popping open, jeans being pulled off, and sweaters being removed came from the back for a few moments, to be followed by the soft rustling of high-quality fabric against smooth, perfect skin. I felt myself getting hot merely thinking about what was going on back there.

I glanced over at Stacey and was surprised to find her eyeing the proceedings in the back through her rear-view mirror.

"So I can't watch, but you get to?" I objected wryly.

"Well, I did buy them the clothes, so isn't that only fair?" Stacey smiled.

I grinned as I was unable to argue with her logic. A few seconds later, Stacey nodded towards her rearview mirror; I looked at her, not comprehending, until she mimicked turning it so I could watch.

With a gulp, I adjusted her mirror until it gave me a clear view into the back, and I moaned as I saw an absolute vision of heaven.

Kelsey was wearing a white tie top that was knotted about halfway down on her sexy tummy, doing absolutely marvelous work in drawing attention to her ample cleavage. As she got up to help Amanda with something, she showed off a short, red plaid skirt, and I got a brief flash of some small, white panties.

"What do you think? This one, or this one?" I heard Amanda ask from the back.

"Let me see both," Kelsey replied. For a few moments, I heard some more rustling of clothes and some giggling as Amanda apparently got stuck with something until Kelsey helped her out.

"Mmmm, that top is very cute," Kelsey whispered approvingly. "But I want to see it with just the bra!"

"I'm not going to wear just a bra under this!" Amanda said, sounding slightly shocked.

"Please?" Kelsey asked, her voice dripping with sugar.

I heard Amanda mutter softly as more clothes rustled. I had some difficulty in making her out in the back of the car, seeing as how it was already dark outside. I saw her take off her top, and for a brief moment--while she was illuminated by a streetlight--I could see the swells of her naked breasts. I immediately popped a hard-on as I fidgeted in the seat, my eyes riveted to the mirror.

Amanda put on a snugly fitting bra, asking Kelsey to help her with the clasp, after which she shrugged herself into a long-sleeved, white fishnet top that covered her body about halfway through her midsection.

"Fuck," I moaned soundlessly at the sheer sexuality oozed by the blonde angel.

"Oh wow," Kelsey sighed. "That is so unbelievably hot, you've got to wear that! Just like that!"

Amanda snorted. "Kelsey! I'd be raped within five seconds of getting out of the car!"

"Yeah, but the real question is which one of us would get to you first?" Kelsey asked playfully.

Amanda took one long, disbelieving look at my sister, then burst into laughter.

"Let me see," Stacey said as she grabbed the mirror and re-adjusted it so she could ogle the two girls. "Mmmm, yeah. I knew that would look fucking hot on her!" she said, mostly to herself. In the back, I heard Amanda do some more switching of clothes before she finally climbed over the backseat again, retaking her place next to my sister.

"Stacey, can you hold on to our phones?" Kelsey asked. "These outfits don't have much in the way of pockets."

"Sure," Stacey replied, taking their phones and putting them in her purse.

"Do you do this a lot?" I asked Stacey, still trying to get comfortable with a giant steel rod in my pants.

"Do what a lot?" she asked, constantly shifting her attention between the road and the two scantily dressed nymphs in the backseat.

"Buy them sexy clothes?"

"Uh-huh, every weekend."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but... why?" I asked curiously.

She gave me a serious look before returning her attention to the road. "Your mother is a sweet woman, Damon, but that gorgeous body of your sister's should be flaunted, not hidden. Same goes for Amanda, though her mom is not as hyper-conservative with regard to clothes. Kelsey was unhappy about the stuff she was allowed to wear, and I wanted to see her in something sexier. So, we came up with this solution. It works for both of us."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Since March, I think."

"You bought her a new outfit every week for seven months?" I blurted out, not believing what I was hearing.

"Something like that."

"How much did that cost?"

She waved her hand flippantly. "A few thousand dollars or so, who cares?"

I sat completely stunned, watching the beautiful blonde with something akin to aversion. What kind of person went and bought thousands of dollars worth of semi-lingerie for her female friends? As I was trying to think of something to say, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head towards the backseat.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Kelsey bit at me. Her face was close enough that I could see her eyes had turned frighteningly dark. Only twice before in our lives had Kelsey's eyes gone dark on me, and both times it was because she was absolutely infuriated with me. I suddenly felt a heavy lump in my throat; I swallowed a few times, but it didn't seem to want to go anywhere.

"I... I was..." I stuttered, not able to form a coherent sentence.

"Damon, I will say this only once, mind your own fucking business!" my sister snarled. The profanity shocked me more than her tone; I couldn't remember the last time she'd actually cursed at me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amanda grab my sister's shoulder and pull her back. Kelsey glared at her friend as Amanda gently shook her head no. My sister tried to shake her shoulder loose, but Amanda's hand clenched firmly, and again the blonde shook her head no, her face set in a determined glare. They stared at each other for several seconds until suddenly Kelsey dropped her head and slowly nodded her acquiescence.

Amanda turned to face me and smiled, then she draped an arm across Kelsey's shoulder to pull her close and give her a soft kiss on the top of her head.

I turned back to the front, my heart thundering in my chest. I glanced at Stacey, who was casually ignoring me, though she had a satisfied little smirk on her face.

It took us about twenty minutes to get downtown, and it was already pretty busy by the time we got there. Though Stacey and Amanda had kept up a fairly steady stream of banter, I hadn't said anything for the remainder of the drive. Kelsey hadn't said much either; when she did speak, her voice had sounded angry.

"We might have some trouble finding a place to park," I observed to Stacey.

She just smiled and shook her head, driving us past Discovery's front door where a fairly large line was already evident. We went around the block, uphill, to the back where a sturdy gate blocked off a small parking area behind the club. Stacey grabbed a remote key-entry fob from the small cup holder behind the gearshift, and the gate obediently opened as soon as she pressed the button.

Even this parking lot was pretty packed, but right near the rear entrance there were four parking spots available. Large signs on the wooden fence in front of the spots clearly proclaimed that these spots were for management only. Without any hesitation, Stacey parked her car in the spot closest to the door, then turned the engine off. The girls in the back got out, and Stacey was about to when I gently grabbed her arm. She turned to me with a curious look.

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened a little while ago. It is none of my business, and you are obviously a very good friend of my sister's, as well as extremely generous. I don't want you to think that--"

Stacey leaned towards me and looked deeply into my eyes. "You're cute, Kelsey's brother, but I'm not the one you have to apologize to."

I nodded. "I'm doing it anyways."

"Okay, apology accepted. Enough gloomy stuff, let's go have some fun... after you make up with your sister!"

I quickly got out of the car, catching up with Kelsey just as she was about to enter the back door. "Kel, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked. "Please?"

She nodded almost imperceptibly, and we stepped out of the way of the door so the other two girls could pass. Amanda and Stacey went inside without a word, apparently understanding Kelsey and I needed some time to ourselves.

I sighed as I looked at her sad face. "I'm really sorry about what happened, Kel. You're right, it is none of my business. It just shocked me to see you wearing such clothes, and that you do this behind Mom's back, and--"

"I don't need a lecture from you, Damon," Kelsey said stiffly.

"No, you don't. I'm sorry. I don't mean this to sound like a lecture, sis, I really don't. This is your life, your decisions. If doing this makes you happy, then I'm happy for you."

She looked up at me. "You say that, but you don't mean it."

I sighed. She was always way too good at reading me. "Can I be honest with you?"

She nodded.

"I'm just a little weirded out by Stacey buying you all these clothes every week. You're wearing like two hundred dollars worth of new clothes! I know some people are very generous and all, but that just seems like overdoing it way too much. I mean, what does she get out of this?"

"It just makes one of her best friends happy. Isn't that enough?"

"If you were in my shoes, would that seem to you like it would be enough? I just..."

"You just what?"

"I just worry that she's going to try to get equal value or something from you for all the gifts she's giving you. I don't know. I just don't want to see you indebted to someone."

Kelsey fretted for a few moments before she quietly said, "Look, she just really loves doing this kind of stuff for her friends. She feels embarrassed by how much money their parents give her as an allowance, so she tries to give large portions of it away."

"How much money are we talking about?" I asked.

"Let's just say that if she didn't like her red car anymore, she could pretty much buy one in a new color with every allowance."

"Wow. That's a lot of money to give to a teenage girl every year."

"Every year? Damon, she gets that money every week!"

My jaw dropped a few inches. "You've got to be kidding," I said, absolutely stunned.

"No, I'm not! Her parents are unbelievably rich. Once she turned eighteen, her trust fund started paying her like twenty thousand dollars a week. She doesn't know what to do with it, and it frustrates the hell out of her."

"So she just spends it all on you? Or all her friends?"

"Not all of it, just some. Look, the clothes she got me and Amanda probably cost like three hundred bucks or something. To us, that's a lot of money."

I nodded. Between paying for my sister's cheerleading, my very expensive dietary requirements to be a top swimmer, and my car, our parents didn't have a lot of money left each month, so our allowances were small. Kelsey probably would have had to save three months to buy clothes like the ones she was wearing.

"To her, it's nothing. It's like change she finds in the couch," Kelsey said.

"Three hundred bucks is three hundred bucks," I objected.

"Not to her! It's three hundred out of twenty thousand! So sure, it's a lot of money still, but compared to what she gets, it's a small amount. To her, that few thousand dollars she's spent on us over the last half year is the same as the money you spent to take Jeff to that Seahawks game for his birthday. Or the money that Brian spent to take you skiing for a weekend. That's not too crazy to do for a friend, right?"

I stood silently, mulling it over in my head. The way she explained it, it didn't sound so bad after all.

"Well, it's the same to her," Kelsey continued. "She's not buying me cars, or jewelry, or anything obscene. She just buys me a cute outfit once a week. I've told her repeatedly that I'm perfectly capable of wearing an outfit multiple times, but she just shushes me and tells me to get changed."

I nodded. "Okay, but what about Mom?"

"What about her?"

"Well, you're doing this behind her back."

Kelsey sighed and was quiet for a couple of moments, then she began to shiver. She wasn't dressed very warmly, after all. "Can we talk about this inside? I'm freezing out here," she said.

"Yeah, of course," I said quickly.

Kelsey opened the back door, which led to a narrow, cluttered corridor connecting to a small, tidy office. Amanda and Stacey were waiting for us, smiling as we came inside.

"You guys alright?" Stacey asked.

Kelsey shrugged as if to say that she didn't know, and suddenly I felt like a fool. I motioned at Stacey that I'd need one more second, then I took Kelsey's arm and turned her to face me. She was looking decidedly unhappy, and I felt horrible for putting her in a bad mood.

"Kel, I'm sorry. You're kind enough to let me come with you and your friends, and the first thing I do is ruin your evening," I said.

"You didn't ruin--"

"No, let me finish, please." I interrupted her. "I want you to forget that I said anything. If Stacey likes to do this for you, then she's a wonderful friend, and I'm glad for you."
<hr pg="5" />"Are you sure?" she asked dubiously.

"Yes, I promise. I was just worried about you, but it's clear that there is nothing to worry about. It is your life, and I need to learn to stay out of it."

"The last thing I want is for you to stay out of my life, Damon. But I would like to know that you trust my decisions."

"I do, sis, I swear."

"Good," she said, a small smile appearing on her face.

"Are we okay?"

"Of course we're okay. You were worried about me and that's sweet," Kelsey said, her smile big enough to brighten the room. It amazed me again how quickly she could go from being sad to being happy. I sighed as I realized I'd never understand girls.

"I'm glad you're more happy again, Kel," I said, taking her in a big hug. I felt her cling to me fiercely as I kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You can stop apologizing. Now come on and let's go have fun."

"You go. Have fun with your friends."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to spoil your evening anymore than I already have. I'll go hang out somewhere else."

"Why on earth would I want you to go somewhere else?" Kelsey asked, clearly not understanding what I was getting at.

"Because I made you angry, and I don't--"

"Oh God, Damon, sometimes you can be such a dope!" Kelsey sighed. She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled my head down; before I knew what was happening, she gave me a short, firm kiss. "I forgive you. Stop talking about it, stop thinking about it, and let's go have fun. I'm thirsty!"

With that, she turned around and walked towards her friends with a large smile on her face, her hips swaying enticingly in her short skirt. Both Amanda and Stacey put their arms around her as they walked out through the door on the other side of the office.

I stood silently for a while, trying to mull things over in my head. The last few days had brought me a number of startling revelations about my sister, and my entire view of her was being drastically overhauled. I had quite a bit of difficulty coming to grips with that reality.

After a couple of minutes, Stacey came back into the office with a look of concern on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Just thinking."

"About Kelsey?"

"Yeah, mostly. I have this need to think things through after they happen, and I tend to just stand around while I do so. It's a bit of a bad habit, I guess. It's kinda dumb."

She shook her head. "Not at all. I'm the exact opposite, and sometimes I wish I'd stop to think a little more," she said with a pretty smile.

I smiled as I nodded at her, again noticing how smoking hot she looked in her outfit. "I'm done thinking now, so let's go have a drink or something."

I offered her my arm, and she accepted with a smile as we both walked out of the office into another hallway with several more doors. Loud music was pounding through the walls.

"I'm not going to hurt Kelsey, Damon," Stacey said seriously. "I love her, and all that money means absolutely nothing to me. She enjoys looking sexy when she goes out, and I'm glad I can help her out with it."

I nodded. "It's okay. I'm sorry that I suspected you of... I don't even know what I suspected you of. Something stupid."

"Hey, you were looking out for your little sister. Nobody blames you for that," she said sweetly.

"Thanks," I said sincerely.

"You're welcome, Kelsey's brother," she said with a mischievous grin. "Now let's go have fun."

"Alright!" I grinned back.

We both walked towards the door that I assumed led out into the club itself. The music was getting louder with every step.

"Hey Stacey?" I said as I thought of something.

"Yes?"

"How did you know what Kelsey and I had been talking about outside?"

She shrugged. "I eavesdropped. It's a bit of a bad habit, I guess," she said dryly, giving me a wink before opening the door and stepping through.

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