章節 59: The Favor ll
I was in complete shock for the rest of the day. I avoided my baby sisters like the plague, only interacting with them enough to keep Mom from getting suspicious. The LAST thing I needed was for her to start questioning what had happened between me and the twins.
Fortunately, Mom was too busy running around for the twins' birthday party. Brandi and Adrienne were helping out as well, but my girlfriend picked up on my mood along the way.
While the girls played around and I sat in a corner of the living room by myself, Adrienne quietly came up to me and sat in my lap, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "Hey, Tiger. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing." I stared off into space, sipping my coke and mentally flogging myself. How could I have let this happen? Why had my body betrayed me? Why hadn't I stopped it before it got out of hand?
Adrienne didn't buy it. She stroked my cheek and tenderly asked, "Ben, what happened?"
I turned my head away from her hand. I didn't deserve to be tenderly stroked. I'd let two barely 13-year-old girls suck me off. My baby sisters no less. I was lower than cow dung. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Why not?"
"I DON'T want to talk about it."
"Ben, something happened," Adrienne said seriously. "You can tell me anything."
How could I tell her? How could I tell a young woman who had been sexually abused as a child that I let two 13-year-old girls suck me off? Hell, if they'd done it six hours earlier, they'd have been TWELVE. I was the adult. I was responsible. Adrienne would never forgive me.
"No. Nothing happened," I said sternly.
"Ben-"
"NOTHING. HAPPENED." Was I convincing her? Or convincing myself? Maybe both.
"Come on, Ben! Adrienne!" Brandi was standing over by the sliding door. "The twins are opening presents. Did you already get the girls something?"
"Ben already gave us a present!" Eden chirped from behind Brandi.
"But only one," Emma complained with a twinkle in her eye. "He has to give us the other one before the end of the day!"
So, SO wrong.
Where had I gone wrong? Yeah, Eden and Emma weren't actually my children or anything, but I felt like I'd had a very strong hand in raising them since their infancy. I still remembered their tiny hands wrapped around my fingers when I was just 6 years old while they sat in their side-by-side bouncers. I remembered giving them horsy rides around the carpeted family room. I remembered carrying them on my shoulders around Disneyland because they wanted to see over the crowds. They were my little girls. My little angels...
... and I'd defiled them.
In all fairness, was it really my fault? I was asleep, unconscious when the girls did it to me.
But I should have woken up. I should have stopped them. This HAD happened once before. Brooke had pulled the same stunt when she was fourteen. But I'd stopped her and held her at bay until finally taking her virginity at fifteen when we were all at camp. She'd had more time to think about it and consider everything. No matter what, Eden and Emma were barely teenagers and couldn't possibly have the mental maturity to understand what they were doing. They were curious, and BROOKE told them it would be easier to ask forgiveness than permission.
Brooke was right about one thing, I NEVER would have given the twins permission. But she still shouldn't have told the girls to just molest me in my sleep.
"Gawd dammit!" I hissed under my breath as I jerked to my feet.
Mom poked her head out of the kitchen. "Ben?"
I looked up, feeling embarrassed for my momentary outburst. "Uh, nothing." Then I glanced outside, where the birthday party was winding down and Brandi, Adrienne, and Brooke had started the cleanup. I set my jaw, and with murder in my eyes I strode out the door and made a beeline for my younger sister.
"Hey!" Brooke chirped in mild pain when I roughly grabbed her arm.
"We need to talk. NOW."
Brooke took one look at my eyes and went quietly, letting me more or less drag her inside the house and up the stairs. Brandi and Adrienne looked after me with curious expressions, but neither made a move to follow us.
A minute later, I locked my bedroom door and glared at Brooke. Clearly, she recognized we weren't up here to have sex. In fact, she looked rather frightened of me in this moment. There was fire in my eyes and ice in my veins; and my muscles flexed in anticipation of destroying something. I don't think I had ever been this mad at her.
"What did you tell the twins?" I raged in tone but not in volume. I think the quietness of my voice unnerved Brooke even more.
"So I guess they did it, huh?" she smiled weakly. "They get further than me?"
I set my jaw and looked away. She'd find out from the twins eventually, anyways. "I was exhausted. I didn't even open my eyes."
"So they did get further."
"They finished me off."
"Really?" Brooke's eyes popped open. "Wow."
"This is NOT impressive!" I barked. "Why did you put them up to it?"
"Me? Hell, I didn't put them up to it," Brooke stated defensively. "I was all I could do to hold them off this long. They're curious, Ben."
"Those girls knew WAY more of what to do than mere curiosity."
My little sister shrugged. "So I gave them a few blowjob tips. And who better to practice on than you?"
"They're TWELVE!"
"Thirteen," Brooke corrected.
"BARELY."
She just shrugged. "I had to give them something. If it wasn't you, they'd have gone after this Sergio Lopez kid."
"Would YOU have at their age?"
"No. But then I was still scared of sex. The twins aren't. They're a little reckless, actually. They want me to tell them and show them EVERYTHING. And yes, I honestly think they'd have gone after Sergio if you turned them down."
I sighed and started pacing. Where had I gone wrong? Even if they weren't my children, I HAD done my best to be a big brother, to teach them, and to raise them well. Yeah, I hadn't wanted to talk about sex with them because I thought they were too young for it. Hell, I didn't have a clue about sex when I was thirteen. I was still practically taking showers with Dawn at camp at that age.
But then again, Dawn and I HAD been playing the show me yours game for years before that. She'd seen all of me and I'd seen all of her many, many times. I hadn't been overly curious because Dawn gave me all the new information I needed.
The twins didn't have that. Was it only natural for them to be curious?
Hell. If I couldn't even keep the twins from getting involved in sex before they were ready for it, how was I going to figure this out when I had children of my own? How do parents do it? How did my parents SLEEP at night knowing what Brandi, me, and Brooke were up to.
"C'mon, Ben," Brooke said softly. "Better you than some boy at school. Right? I know I'm more relaxed knowing the twins got to you for this first experience instead of fumbling around somewhere with Sergio Lopez."
"I never wanted this for them," I said mournfully.
"I know. That's why I told them you'd never give permission. You're still wrapped up into thinking this is somehow your fault, aren't you? Well it's not, Ben. I knew what I was doing when I tried to seduce you. The twins know what they're doing to. You're not forcing anybody. But it IS what is best for them."
"They're so young."
Brooke shrugged. "They grew up with three older siblings who were pretty sexually active, right in this house. They couldn't help but learn more at a younger age than us."
"Isn't this EXACTLY why Mom wanted us to keep things secret from them until they were older?"
Brooke canted her head. "Maybe. But Pandora's box is already open."
I smirked and turned back to look at my sister. "Pandora's Box?"
Brooke grinned. "Yeah. We just did Greek Mythology in class."
I shook my head and sighed. I had to figure out what to do from here on out. "Brooke, are you sleeping with them?"
She shook her head. "No. But I've been there when they were doing each other. They actually started that without me. Masturbating themselves turned into masturbating each other. They figured out to lick each other on their own. So when I found out, I gave them a few pointers. But no, I haven't joined them. I figured they were too young myself."
"You were right."
"But that's changing very quickly, Ben. They're growing up and they're growing boobs and pubic hair and everything. They're developing faster than Brandi or I did."
I sighed. "Don't remind me. If I had my way they'd be 7-year-olds forever."
Brooke shrugged. "Life happens. Things change."
I exhaled slowly. My anger with Brooke was completely gone. It wasn't really her fault. I nodded and conceded, "Okay, Brooke. Okay." Then I turned for the door.
"So Ben..." she began, leaning back and thrusting her tits upwards. "Since we're up here, maybe we could-"
"Brooke," I warned sternly.
"Okay, okay," she conceded as she got up. But she winked at me as she went out the door.
I sighed. Little sisters could be such PAINS.
Late at night, I was expecting it when the twins came downstairs to my couch. Brandi and Adrienne had sensed I was in a weird mood all day and didn't make any seduction attempts. Brooke stayed away as well. And sure enough, after all the showers were done and all three older girls were in their rooms upstairs, two just barely 13-year-old little sisters arrived in the family room well past their bedtime.
I sighed and sat up on the couch, patting the cushions on either side of me. It wasn't like I could sleep anyways. Eden and Emma quickly settled onto the couch, hugging me from both sides with their heads resting on my shoulders.
"I keep forgetting how much you two have grown," I said softly. "I still remember when you both fit underneath my armpits."
The girls giggled and Eden spoke up first. "We're growing boobs, too. Wanna see?"
I sighed. "Not really, kiddo."
"I'm not a kiddo anymore, Ben. I'm a growing young woman," Eden replied proudly.
"You'll always be a kiddo to me. Even when you're forty." I raised my hand and gave my baby sister a noogie, rubbing my knuckles lightly into her head. She giggled and tried to bat my hand away.
At almost the same time, Emma slid her hand around my waist and to my crotch.
"Hey! Hey!" I pulled her hand back.
Emma sighed. "You're not comfortable with us doing this, are you? You still think we're too young."
"You ARE too young, Emma."
"Was it really so bad? The blowjob?" Eden asked softly. "I thought we did pretty good."
I felt a pain in my forehead and I raised my hand off of Eden's shoulder to pinch it. "It was ... fine, girls. But that's not the point. I mean, what are you going to do when I'm gone? Are you going to be giving blowjobs to other boys?"
"Eww, no!" Emma recoiled from me. "Other boys are icky. I mean, they're cute and all, but ... I dunno ... We don't know them. We don't trust them."
"But what if you really like them? And what if they want you to do things with them?" I asked softly. "What if they tell you they love you?"
Eden waved me off. "Brooke and Brandi both already warned us boys will say the L-word to get anything. Brooke told us about her first boyfriend, Perry. A teenage boy doesn't actually KNOW what love is. They're just horny. They LUST us, right Emma?"
Emma giggled.
"But what if YOU get horny? What if they offer to lick you if you'll give them a blowjob?"
The twins paused and looked across me at each other, communicating telepathically. The Eden spoke for the both of them. "We're not sure."
It wasn't exactly the most reassuring of answers. I wanted to cling to the 'we don't trust them' decree and less so on the 'we're not sure' response. "I just want you both to promise me something, okay? Promise that you'll always protect yourselves. You think your body is changing? Every teenage boy has a million hormones running around telling them to have sex and do every single possible thing they can with a girl. If you kiss them, they'll want to touch your body. If you let them touch your body, they'll want to touch you ... uh, down there."
"Our pussies," Emma stated helpfully. I winced, hearing my baby sister say the word 'pussy'.
"Right. And if you give them blowjobs, they'll want to have sex. Enough is never enough and they'll ALWAYS want more."
"Would it really be so bad?"
"You could get pregnant."
"Oh, we KNOW we're not having actual sex. Brooke said Mom would put us on the pill at fifteen when we were ready."
"So you SWEAR you'll wait at least that long?"
Eden grinned at me. "Will YOU make us wait that long?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Huh?"
Emma beamed at me. "It's simple. Brooke told us there's no one better in the world to introduce us to the world of sex than you. You love us, Ben. You've ALWAYS been there to teach us. Learning how to swim. Riding bikes. Playing basketball. We've always come to you because you're the best. This is the same thing, right?"
I blinked a few times.
Eden chimed in. "And we asked Brandi and Adrienne, too. They both said we should wait for you. That you would know when it was time."
I sighed. "If it was up to me, I wouldn't have let you give me the blowjob this morning."
Eden shrugged. "But we still knew we had to practice on you. But we promise we'll wait on the sex thing. I don't want my first time to be while you're asleep." She giggled cutely.
Emma grinned. "So circle your calendar, Ben. Two years from now you're going to teach us about sex!"
I groaned and sighed and gripped the girls tighter around me. Two years was a long time. Maybe I could come up with something else by then. "Okay. Two years," I conceded. "But you have to promise to save yourselves for me. No sex with anyone else, got it?"
Eden and Emma looked at each other again before nodding to me and solemnly swearing together, "We promise."
I sighed and relaxed.
"So now are you gonna let us practice giving you blowjobs?"
I winced. "Girls ... I still feel really ... weird ... about that. Thirteen or not, I still think you're too young for blowjobs. Brooke was at least fourteen."
Emma pouted, biting her lip. But Eden nodded and looked at her twin. Something non-verbal passed between them, Emma nodded, and then Eden looked up at me. "Okay. We'll wait until you're more comfortable with it," she conceded before adding, "For now. But you have to do something else for us."
I sighed. Manipulative little witches, they could be. "What?"
Eden batted her eyelashes and smiled prettily. "We want you to teach us how to kiss a boy. Brooke's been helping and we've been kissing each other, but she won't kiss us herself and it still doesn't feel quite right. Brooke says kissing a boy is so much different and that we have to wait for you."
"Uh..." I began.
"And the thing is: we STILL remember that kiss you and Dawn gave each other at the Garden of Me," Eden sighed nostalgically. "We want to kiss like THAT."
"It's not that simple. Dawn and I were sooo in love."
"Don't you love us, too?" Emma pouted.
"Of course. But also, Dawn and I had a lot of practice with each other before we got that good." I jerked my head back, instantly wishing I could un-say those words.
Eden giggled, ready to pounce. "Then I guess WE'LL just have to have lots of practice, too."
I sighed at the expected retort. And then my eyes went wide as my barely 13- year-old little sister climbed into my lap, her 5'4" height putting her face directly in front of mine. "I'm going first," she pronounced.
I felt my body tense up, but Eden brushed my hair back from my forehead, staring adoringly into my eyes. "I've wanted to do this forever, Ben," she said softly. "Just relax," she soothed as if SHE were the expert, and somehow I felt some of my tension melting away. "I love you, big brother."
She sounded just like Brooke. Hell, she was starting to look like Brooke. Her face had elongated from the round chubbiness of a little girl towards the angular look of a young woman. She'd grown out her bangs and brushed them back, no longer sporting the square kiddy cut she'd had for so many years. She really was growing into a very pretty teenage girl.
And I loved her. I would always protect her and teach her. And there was no one else in the world I wanted doing this but me. So as Eden tilted her head, closed her eyes, and puckered her lips, I closed my own eyes and drew her face close to mine.
It wasn't a kiss of passion. No matter what, I couldn't dive headlong into a liplock with my baby sister, who was still just so young in my eyes. But I couldn't ignore anymore that there was a very naughty sense of lust inside me. I'd been fighting it for a while now, refusing to admit to myself that the twins were growing up into young women who had hormones and sexual urges. The protective big brother in me wanted to insist they were still too young, but their physical development and obvious arousal seemed to indicate otherwise. And as Eden's lips parted to allow my tongue to enter, I felt a surge of that buried, naughty lust pouring through my veins.
Now I knew how Brandi had first felt two years ago. So wrong ... and yet so right.
Eden's eyes were still closed when I pulled my head away. The entire kiss had lasted perhaps ten seconds, and I searched her face for any sign of remorse. Of course, there was none. Eden simply sighed happily with a little smile, taking a long time to savor the rush of feeling before she eventually opened her eyes and breathed, "Wow..."
Well, perhaps it had been a little more passionate than I'd thought.
But just as I started to stop and think about what I was getting myself into, Emma was right beside me and grabbing my head. "My turn!"
"No, no," I shrugged Emma off my hand. "That's enough for today. Besides, Mom, Dad, and the girls will be home any minute from their shopping trip." I exhaled. "If they aren't home already." Then I went to open the twins' bedroom door and let myself out.
Immediately, I came to a dead stop at the woman blocking the doorway. "Adrienne! Hey..."
Eden and Emma practically hid themselves behind me. I was acutely aware that my hair was messed up, my face was flushed, and I looked guilty as all hell. "I, uh ... This isn't what it might look like."
Adrienne glared at me, clenching her teeth; and she pointed to my (her) bedroom. I supposed it could have been worse. When she caught me having sex with Brooke she ran out the front door faster than lightning.
My girlfriend waited for me to exit the twins' bedroom and I marched down the hall in front of her, walking my green mile and struggling to breathe. I had to come up with a perfectly rational explanation for what I was doing, but my mind was racing so fast I couldn't think straight.
"Sit in the chair," Adrienne ordered once we got to my bedroom. I sat, half- expecting Adrienne to pull out the handcuffs, lock me in place, and then start throwing things at me when I couldn't run away.
But Adrienne looked to the door and both Brooke and Brandi came in as well, Brandi locking the door behind her. I hadn't even noticed my two other sisters were in the hall. Then the three of them sat on the bed facing me: Brooke on the end looking a little sheepish, Brandi in the middle looking curious, and Adrienne closest to me while seething behind a clenched jaw.
"Ben," Adrienne said in a soft, cold voice. "Tell me exactly what you're doing with the twins."
I took a deep breath. And then I told them.
"I'm sorry. I should have known I could trust you," Adrienne apologized twenty minutes later.
"Some trust. I didn't stop them," I sighed mournfully, thinking of the first blowjob.
Brandi cut in. "But you stopped it then and there. You didn't let it get any farther. And to be honest, I'm pretty impressed you've convinced them to stop at kissing for now."
"For now," Brooke remarked.
"Wait, you're really not about to castrate me?" I looked at Adrienne.
"Hey! We need those!" Brooke whined.
My girlfriend chuckled and shook her head. "Clearly, you're not the child molesting type, Ben."
"Depends on your definition," I moaned.
Adrienne waved me off. "You're not taking advantage of the twins and you even got them to back down."
"For now," Brooke emphasized again. "Give those two an inch and they'll take the whole baseball field."
The three of us frowned at Brooke with arched eyebrows. Brandi actually grunted, "Huh?"
"First base, second base ... Oh, you know what I mean," Brooke rolled her eyes.
Brandi sighed. "Still, they're ahead of schedule."
"I told you," Brooke insisted. "Your fault anyways. YOU started all this two years ago."
Brandi sighed. "Don't remind me." Then my older sister flicked her eyes up to me. "But it's still worth it."
Brooke grinned. "Hell, yeah."
I held my hands up. "Now what?"
Adrienne exhaled and shook her head. "Mom is sooo gonna find out."
"Mmm..." Emma moaned and rubbed her crotch against my leg. She was actually lying on top of me, trying to shift her hips so that she could rub her crotch against the bulge she felt against her belly; but I kept my hands on her ass, squeezing the 13-year-old's perky globes and keeping her in place while we french kissed with plenty of tongue.
The twins were VERY fast learners. Then again, they'd been practicing with each other under Brooke's supervision, so it wasn't like they were total novices. And for now, they seemed to really, really enjoy the simple act of making out.
I thought back to my own first kisses, with Dawn at camp so long ago. Then, before sex or blowjobs or anything else, kissing was The Ultimate. Kissing was exciting, heart-racing pleasure and not scary in the slightest. The most wonderful chemical and electrical pulses would shoot up my spine as Dawn and I spent every available moment with our tongues in each other's mouth that summer.
Well, the twins had been trying to keep their tongues in my mouth as much as possible for the past two days. And I was also starting to understand WHY I thought the girls were too young for sex acts: They had the hormones, but they did NOT have any self-control.
Seriously, YOU try and explain to your mom why your baby sisters suddenly are eating you up with their eyes every time you're around.
Twenty minutes ago, right before I'd been dragged up into the girls' bedroom for this makeout session, I couldn't do it. All I could say to my mom was a very honest, "No, I'm not doing ANYTHING sexual with the twins."
Mom's eyes narrowed as she went through her Mom-Lie-Detector-3000 routine. She waited me out until my guilt kicked in and I clarified, "Not quite."
"Explain."
I sighed, weighing my options. Attempt a lie and possibly get away with it. After all, the truth was so outlandish as to be unbelievable. But then, I was a very bad liar. I was an even worse liar with my mom. So I winced and contemplated making a run for it before exhaling and admitting, "The girls want kissing lessons. Brooke pointed them to me instead of some horny boys their own age."
Mom sighed, shaking her head, but was remarkably calm about the whole thing. "Kissing will make them want to do MORE than kissing."
"I know," I groaned.
"But you will NOT do more than kissing, will you, Ben?" Mom's eyes narrowed again and she looked like she could melt steel with her gaze if she wanted to.
"Uh, no. No, ma'am," I stammered quite nervously.
And then Mom actually held up her hand and started ticking off her fingers. "No groping. I don't want your hands anywhere inside their clothing or their hands anywhere inside yours."
"Right," I nodded as if that were obvious.
"Actually, I don't want any hands on any private parts OUTSIDE of clothing, either. No rubbing their breasts or them grabbing your crotch."
"Okay."
"Don't even let them grind themselves on you while you're kissing. You're a boy and I know you're going to get aroused but if they start rubbing themselves on your peter they're going to get more and more out of control."
"Right." That was the rule making me keep Emma off my bulge right now.
"Do any of these things Ben, and I will personally cut off your balls with the very dull butcher knife I've needed to sharpen for a few months now."
The quiet calmness in my mother's tone was more terrifying than anything else. I gulped. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Mom took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay. You're excused."
I didn't move for a long several moments. "You're seriously okay with this?"
Mom exhaled and seemed to shrink as she let the tension in her shoulders drain away. "I knew this would happen eventually. I was hoping the twins wouldn't get their growth spurts — and their hormones — until later like the rest of you; but they're on time. And I knew something was up when they started spending a LOT of time in Brooke's room." She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Better you than some boy out there, Ben. At least I know you'll control yourself around them, right?"
"Right, right." I nodded.
Mom frowned and shushed me away, waving her hand dismissively. I turned and fled...
... right into the twins. Eden grabbed one hand while Emma grabbed the other. "Can we go make out now?"
I stopped and looked back. Mom was standing at the other end of the hallway, sighing forlornly as she looked at us. But after another moment, Mom shrugged and actually smiled at me.
So I turned back to the girls, glanced around nervously for anyone else, then nodded.
Emma gleefully cheered. "My turn to go first!"
The Monday after Christmas, Adrienne and I walked up to the turtle fountain outside the Food Court at the Irvine Spectrum. Even on a weekday afternoon, parking was STILL a nightmare. Talk continued about parking structures to ease the pain, but I wasn't holding my breath.
So we were about ten minutes late, but that was okay since most of the others were as well. And bit by bit, my old High School crew trickled in.
Elaine Fukuhara and Daniel Chen waved us over to a group of tables they'd commandeered. There weren't enough spots for our entire group yet, but per routine we'd snag other open tables around us as they became available. Megan Kwan, Cassidy O'Leary, and James Kaito were also waiting. Megan and Kaito were still together and still going strong. Word was that Cassidy had a new boyfriend at USC as well.
Adrienne and I walked up and hugs went all around as we began chatting up our old friends. Then I split off to pick up food while Adrienne went to grab Jamba Juices for the both of us.
By the time I got back, more of the old crew had arrived. Abbie and Allie Sanders both got up to hug me. Kenny Doyle head-nodded from further down the table. Unfortunately, Kenny's and Abbie's relationship hadn't survived the split to different schools, but they were still friendly with each other. The Sanders Twins both had new boyfriends and Kenny was up to his old horn dog tricks.
Oddly enough, Sung Joon and Heather Wilkinson had hooked up together at UCI and also broken up. The relationship only lasted two weeks and the pair seemed rather uncomfortable around each other. Heather made it a point to keep her distance from Sung and hang around Adrienne, as well as Lynne Arian and Candy Carter when both girls arrived a few minutes later.
Stephanie Vo was still on the East Coast and not coming back for the holidays.
The next three hours were an odd mix of nostalgia, familiar comfort, and awkward discomfort. We all hung around each other, organically forming groups of four or five and then splitting and re-forming different groups throughout the afternoon and into the evening. There was some window shopping, and even some real shopping done by the girls; but for the most part, it was just something to occupy ourselves between breaks in the conversation.
I actually felt a little weird to be back amongst my old crew. Yeah, it felt instantly comfortable and familiar to be around them again, but a lot of time had passed since we'd been together. Since then, I'd formed a new crew and after five months apart, I could actually see the changes college had wrought on all of us.
Megan and Cassidy were more worldly and self-assured than they'd been in High School, their styles of dress having considerably matured. They seemed to be less "nice young girls" and more "confident young women". Even Kaito was more forceful and self-assured, losing quite a bit of his shyness along the way. Kenny, while still a horn dog with many, many sexually-laced comments throughout the day, could also be quite articulate when discussing the state of the economy in the wake of the dot-com crash and telecom crisis. For the first time, I could actually see him as a potential grown up, instead of horny-little-bastard Kenny.
And then there were the Sanders Twins. Back in High School, they'd been the youngest-acting little kids of the whole crew, always letting the others take the lead in conversations, happy to follow along. Now, both were assertive individuals, with their own sense of style and even radically different haircuts. Abbie's was streaked blonde and in a complicated, messy short hairdo while Allie's was shoulder-length and layered prettily. They were making very clear who was Abbie and who was Allie and that they had their own lives and own strong opinions. Of everyone in the group, they'd seemed to do the most growing up.
What a difference a few months makes. First Eden and Emma had radically changed in a matter of months, now my friends. My world was evolving before my very eyes. And when the various members of my old crew said goodbye, I wondered just how far apart we'd grow by the time our college careers came to an end.
"Mmph..." She practically mewed into my mouth, a sweet-sounding gasp mixed with a breathy moan that would have been boner-inducingly sexy if it hadn't come from my 13-year-old baby sister.
Who was I kidding? I was turned on as all hell and my cock was throbbingly hard in my shorts. But anything more than this would be SOOO wrong. So, SO wrong. And when Eden's hand began pulling mine up to cup her breast, I pulled back. "Nuh-uh..." I paused to scold her.
"Touch me, Ben. Please?" Eden whimpered.
I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled my hand away. And then Eden moaned as Emma moved behind her, wrapping her own hands around her twin sister to cup and squeeze Eden's A-cups the exact same way she like her own to be caressed.
Lost to her pleasure, Eden pressed her lips against mine again and moved closer, dropping her hands down along my sides and reaching inward to grab at my cock.
"Oh-KAY," I pushed Eden away, leaving her gasping. "I think that's the signal that we've done enough for now."
"Aww, Ben!" Eden protested. But I was firm and presently the twins collected themselves together. "We're moving so SLOW!"
I paused and arched an eyebrow at my baby sister. "Aren't you the least bit scared of all this sex stuff?"
Eden shrugged. "If it was any boy except you, yeah, probably. But we love you, Ben. We trust you."
I rolled my eyes. At least I could maintain some hope that the girls would keep their legs shut and mouths closed after I returned to school. I waved the girls off and then went to open the bedroom door and let myself out.
Immediately, I came to a dead stop. "Adrienne! Hey..."
My girlfriend leaned against the far wall, a slightly amused expression on her face. "Can I have my boyfriend back now, girls?"
Eden and Emma practically hid themselves behind me, looking sheepish.
Adrienne just rolled her eyes and pointed to my (her) bedroom. I exhaled in relief that I would be able to do SOMETHING with the erection the twins had given me. And at least now Adrienne and I wouldn't have to try and keep quiet.
JANUARY 2003, WINTER BREAK
It was just after lunch on Thursday when I pulled up to the curb and parked the Corolla. After so much time behind the wheel of Adrienne's Mustang or Dayna's Impala, I'd forgotten just how much I HATED my old car.
Well, that's not true, I LOVED my old car. After all, it had been mine from the moment I got my driver's license. But really, the thing drove like SHIT.
Anyways, I saw that the Mustang was already parallel parked on the sidewalk in front of me. Adrienne had gone shopping with her old girlfriends while I met my old boys for basketball. The guys and I had stopped for lunch, but I was still surprised to see that my girlfriend had beaten me home. Seriously, that girl would break up with me in a heartbeat if it meant she could move into South Coast Plaza permanently.
I was just heading into the house when I caught a flash of red to my left. I glanced over to see Adrienne striding up the sidewalk, looking absolutely gorgeous in a brand new long-sleeved V-neck blouse and designer jeans. I stopped and asked. "Where were you?"
My girlfriend smiled at me but gave me a curious look. "Miss McNeil's house, actually."
I arched an eyebrow. "Huh?" Despite living in houses directly across from each other, I'd never known Keira and Adrienne to be anything remotely close to friends. In fact, whatever they talked about on Christmas Day had probably been their longest ever conversation.
Adrienne searched my eyes for a few moments before waving me into the house. "Go take a shower. Then we need to talk."
It's never good when a girl tells you, 'We need to talk.' I frowned, but Adrienne looked firm. So with an ominous sense of foreboding, I nodded and went in.
We had the house to ourselves for a bit. All four of my sisters were out visiting friends. Brooke and the twins had to return to school on Monday, although Brandi, Adrienne, and I had another full week of vacation left. But despite the solitude, Adrienne locked the door to my bedroom before sitting on the bed to watch me get dressed after my shower.
She was dead silent. And despite being naked in front of a stunningly gorgeous, busty blonde bombshell, I was unnerved enough to not even contemplate the concept of an erection. I simply got dressed and then moved to sit on my desk chair, forcing myself to relax.
Adrienne's first words came out of left field. "Why haven't you slept with Keira?"
I arched an eyebrow. No one but our parents or myself had ever referred to her as 'Keira'. Even Adrienne had just used 'Miss McNeil' a few times this winter, despite Keira's insistence on the first name during their conversations on Christmas Day.
"Excuse me?"
Adrienne sighed and tilted her head. "I said you should do it, remember?"
I nodded. "And I told you it wasn't that simple."
Adrienne shook her head. "You don't have to invite me. She's not bisexual, I know."
"It's not that," I sighed.
Adrienne took a deep breath. "I know."
The world went silent just then. I heard Adrienne's tone. Her two little words said she knew, as in she knew everything. Seriously, how the hell does she always do that?
I blinked twice and took a deep breath, furrowing my eyebrows. Still being cautious, I asked, "And exactly what do you 'know'?"
Adrienne searched my eyes. "I know she asked you to knock her up. And so far, you've refused. You're running out of time now. Her peak fertility will be over by the weekend."
My eyebrows rose. "She told you?"
Adrienne nodded. "She was outside when I came home. She waved and we started talking. She was pretty fidgety and I asked what was wrong. She invited me inside and confessed everything. It's kind of intense."
I exhaled slowly. "I'll say."
"I thought Keira was important to you. She did introduce you to sex and taught you everything, right?"
I blushed. "Well, not everything."
"Whatever. But it's clear that she considers you her ONLY option. This is SO important to her and even I think you should at least give it a try. She told me what you said about grandkids for Mom and Dad, but even that's not such a big deal."
"She told you all this?"
Adrienne shrugged. "Keira IS desperate. We talked for almost an hour, and I only came out when we saw your car pull in."
I frowned and Adrienne took a deep breath. And then she said something I never would have expected her to say. "I told her I'd try to talk you into doing it."
My eyebrows shot up. "Adrienne, I can't."
My girlfriend frowned. "Why not?"
I brought my eyes up to Adrienne's. Was she seriously asking me this? My girlfriend ... asking me to go impregnate another woman? I frowned and stared right into Adrienne's hazel irises and said firmly, "Because I want YOU to be the mother of my children."
Adrienne's eyes popped WIDE open. "Excuse me?"
"Come on, Adrienne ... Would you really be okay raising a family with me knowing that some other woman had borne my child?"
My girlfriend still looked shocked beyond belief, her jaw gaping open and her eyes wide. Her face was deathly pale and she'd gone completely stiff; and I started to worry. "Adrienne? You okay?"
Her jaw just sort of waggled up and down slowly, as if her brain was trying to speak but her body wasn't cooperating fully. She blinked several times and tilted her head away, her big eyes somehow staying locked onto me. The effect was just a little creepy.
"Adrienne..." I ventured.
Eventually, the color returned to her cheeks and she blinked again, turning her head. "Family? Children?" She spoke as if the words themselves confused her.
"Yeah..." I exhaled happily, imagining a couple of toddlers running around and using me for a jungle gym. I hadn't decided yet if I wanted them to have my dark hair or Adrienne's golden blonde. It was still WAY in the future. I wasn't planning to actually have kids for another ten years or so. But after almost raising the twins I knew I'd want some of my own eventually.
"Ben ... I..." Adrienne just looked agape at me. "I don't WANT kids."
Now it was my turn for my jaw to drop. "What?"
Adrienne shook her head. "No. Never. Kids frighten the CRAP out of me."
"But you're so good with the twins," I reasoned, frowning and furrowing my eyebrows.
"The twins are THIRTEEN. They're potty-trained and can eat without throwing up all over the place and they go home to their parents at the end of the day. Kids? No, Ben. Not into this fucked up world."
"Adrienne!"
"It IS! You think I want to even imagine a daughter of mine going through what I did? My parents HATED me! They never WANTED me! I was a fucking accident and look what happened!"
"But you would never treat your kids like that," I insisted.
"Damn straight! Because I would never HAVE the little fuckers in the first place!"
"Adrienne!" I was taken aback by the vehemence in her voice. And then I switched gears. "But... I want to have kids."
"Hey, this is one way to do it, isn't it? Keira is DESPERATE."
"But ... what about OUR family?"
"Family, Ben? Really? With me?" Adrienne gave me a sour look like she'd just taken a shot of the nastiest tequila imaginable.
I blinked. "Where did you think this was going, Adrienne? I love you. You love me. I thought you wanted to be with me forever and always!"
"I do!" she insisted.
"Then doesn't that mean getting married someday? Settling down and raising a family?"
Adrienne winced. "I ... Ben, I..." she saw the stricken look on my face, and all at once a pitying look came across her face. "I love you, Tiger," she said plaintively. "Forever and always, I'll love you for what you've done for me. And maybe ... someday ... I'll change my mind about the whole kid thing. But right now, I don't ever want to have children. And..." she sighed and looked down.
A sense of dread spread across my mind like black clouds swiftly rolling in over the horizon. My lower jaw quivered as I anticipated the worst in Adrienne's next words. But even my pessimistic anticipation wasn't ready for what she said next.
"Ben, I'm not sure I ever want to get married, either."
I blinked and sat heavily against the backrest of my chair, rocking it off-balance just a bit. "Adrienne..." I breathed.
"I'm sorry, Ben. I love you. And I LOVE what we're doing together. I'm happy. I want to be with you. It's just ... we're so young. We have our whole lives ahead of us. And you're talking marriage and family and kids?"
"Then ... where ... where is this going, Adrienne? Our relationship?"
She shrugged. "I'm not worried about where it's going right now. Our relationship just IS. We're having fun, aren't we? Dawn and Dayna and Brandi. All those older girls ... Monique was a freakin' incredible fuck, wasn't she? I love you and I love having you for a boyfriend, but we're eighteen, Ben. And frankly, you've started to scare me with all this 'settling down' and 'family' and 'children' stuff."
I was feeling scared that she wasn't thinking of our futures. And it showed on my face. Suddenly feeling a little bit abandoned, I nervously planted my elbow on the armrest and rubbed my forehead, staring almost twitchily away from Adrienne. This wasn't happening. This WASN'T happening. "Adrienne," I began softly. "How can we have a present if we have no future?"
Adrienne just stared at me for a long few moments, watching the wheels turning in my brain. And then, without another word, she got up and walked out the door. A minute later, I heard the Mustang's engine roar to life, and then she actually burned rubber as she peeled out and blitzed away.
Ah, hell.
"Ben? Hiii!" Keira looked absolutely thrilled to see me on her doorstep. She immediately stepped up to hug me, but she came to a halt just inches away and the pleased expression soon vanished as she saw the expression on MY face.
"Uh, hi, Keira," I muttered. My jaw went up and down a few times, but I couldn't say any more. I was sure I looked just as haunted as I felt.
Keira looked just as in shock, her own jaw hanging open. Her lips trembled and her whole body quivered as she finally laid her hands on my arms with her face just in front of mine.
But I wasn't looking at her face. The angle of my gaze now had me staring straight into her cleavage. She was wearing some sort of kimono-cut green robe that made her emerald eyes sparkle. And from the way her nipples dented out the satiny fabric, I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. Not wanting to think about sex I quickly raised my gaze to her face, trying to think of something to say.
I wasn't even sure why I was in front of her house. I supposed my brain was working better than my conscious mind, delivering me up to a place where I could find warmth and a friendly ear. Dawn wasn't around to advise me in a situation like this. Neither was Brandi. And that meant the best person for me to talk about my troubles with was Keira McNeil.
I took a deep breath, but she beat me to the punch, having recovered faster than me. "Lemme guess," she began. "Girl problems?"
I managed a weak smile and shrugged. "It's me. What else?"
Keira nodded and stepped forward, giving me a chaste hug. I clutched her a little longer, not letting her pull away. Having Adrienne just get in her car and drive away like that made me feel ... hollow ... inside. And I clung to Keira's body like she was a life preserver in my current sea of abject depression.
But eventually, I let her go, and Keira steeled her spine before waving me into the living room. "Feels like it's been forever since you came to me for advice, Ben."
I nodded an apology. "Sorry. After everything you did for me, we didn't talk much last year."
Keira shook her head. "Don't be. I knew you were doing well and I was happy to see you building something really strong with Adrienne. I assume you had other smart people around you to give you advice. And besides, I was very involved in my dating life." She sighed. "Well, I WAS. I'm still pretty heartbroken over Sean."
I frowned and patted her knee.
Keira looked sad for a second but inhaled and smiled at me. "Besides, I got a promotion at work and I was really, really busy."
I arched an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, isn't today a weekday?"
Keira waved. "I took a couple of weeks off for the holidays." Her gaze dropped down my body and a different kind of sadness fell over her while her hand came up to touch my chest. "I'd still been hoping to spend this time getting pregnant."
"Keira..." I said solemnly. "I'm sorry."
Her eyes stayed locked onto her hand on my chest. "It's funny," she said in a detached voice. "When I first saw you at the door, I thought Adrienne had talked you into impregnating me. You have no idea how happy I felt in that moment."
A knot formed in my gut and I reached up to grab Keira's hand, trapping it against my chest. First, the pain over Adrienne — being denied the family I wanted with her — squeezed me inside. Now, guilt over letting down Keira — who saw me as her one and only hope for the family that I was now denying her — made the feeling even worse.
"I'm sorry, Keira," I said softly.
She sighed, a fresh tear rolling down her cheek. "You have no idea how much it hurt inside when I realized that wasn't why you were here."
"I'm sorry." I drew her body against mine, putting her head to the crook of my neck and shoulder while wrapping my arms around her back.
"No, I'm sorry, Ben." She tried to pull away. "You came here looking for advice and I shouldn't put this on you."
To this day I'm not exactly sure why I did what I did just then. I held her tightly, not letting her pull away. I closed my eyes. And the words tumbled out without any conscious thought on my part. "You've done so much for me, Keira, over the years. So much advice. So much love. So much teaching. And you never asked for anything in return."
She whimpered and snuggled closer into my gasp while I felt moisture soaking into my shirt.
"Now it's my turn to give something back," I murmured.
Now Keira gasped and pulled away, her green eyes wild as she looked at me in disbelief. But I simply shifted my grip and scooped her lighter body up into my arms, absolutely no hesitation as I literally carried her out of the living room and into her bedroom.
Keira's arms stayed tightly wrapped around my neck as I lay her on top of the bed. The instant the back of her head hit the mattress, she tugged me down and molded her lips over mine. And the passion in Keira's kiss rivaled any of the nuclear ones Adrienne had ever given me.
I didn't realize my hands had parted Keira's robe until I felt her hard nipples rubbing into my chest. The moment I felt them I just HAD to bend down and take one into my mouth. I suckled around the familiar, dusky pink areola and eraser- hard nipple. I hadn't seen her breasts since I was still sixteen, but I would never forget them, either. Now 30 years old, there was no way Keira could match the firmness of my teenaged lovers; but she was far from sagging and still very youthful. Besides, Keira was my first lover, her wonderful bosom the object of my early fantasies. Her breasts were perfect. And I worshipped them as befitting that perfection.
And then she no longer had time for foreplay.
Almost violently, Keira grabbed my shoulders with a strength I wouldn't have believed from a woman six inches shorter than me and sixty pounds lighter. I was rolled onto my back and then the gorgeous older woman began stripping my clothes away as if her life depended on it.
"Keira!" I gasped while she tugged my jeans off. "Keira!"
"Hurry, Ben! Please! Before the carriage turns back into the pumpkin!"
I wouldn't have gotten the reference if not for my recent Disney Halloween, but I got the message to get to the fucking as soon as possible. I ripped off my own shirt while she pulled the last of my shorts and jeans off my ankles, leaving me completely nude. Then Keira literally tore at her panties, scraping her own thigh and causing a red welt to appear as she stripped them off and finally shrugged the green robe over her shoulders to let the diaphanous material puddle onto the mattress behind her.
Clothed, Keira McNeil had been my lustful fantasy neighbor. Nude, she was a wet dream. From top to bottom she radiated WOMAN, from the confident awareness in her expression to the more pronounced shape of her body. Keira's hips and hour-glass figure were just so different from any mere "girl" I'd ever been with. Even Adrienne, for all her lush curvature, hadn't grown into her fully adult figure just yet. "You're beautiful," I breathed.
"Thanks, Ben." She stopped to smile at me, eyes sparkling with electricity as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She kissed me again before moving to straddle my hips. I felt the tickle of her trimmed bush against my pelvis and then she wriggled her hips around until my hard cock was pressed flat between our bodies. Almost experimentally, the beautiful brunette glided her wet pussy lips along my shaft. And then, her green eyes glowed as she looked down at me. "Are you ready for me, Ben?"
For a second, I panicked. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked uncertainly. And then I held my breath.
Keira smiled and bent to kiss my nose. "More than anything." And with that, she took my cock in hand, elevated herself up, and then began to sink her pussy down around my shaft.
"Ohhh ... Ben..." she crooned as my meat began to fill her her exquisitely tight channel. From what I knew, Keira hadn't had sex in a long time, so it took a few seconds before she was able to stretch around my member and hit rock bottom. Only when I felt her crotch pressed all the way down to mine did I finally start breathing again. It was done. I was fucking Miss McNeil again. "Oh, Keira..." I sighed.
She stayed there for a long while, her head thrown back with her eyes closed. Every so often, she would rotate her hips or wiggle a bit just to feel every little sensation. It was her first cock in more than six months.
I was focused in on the sensations myself. It was my first pussy. Well, not my first time, obviously. You've been reading about my story this long to know that. But Keira had been my first, and I was INSIDE her ... AGAIN.
"Let me be on top," I sighed, rubbing her hips. I wanted to show her what I could do, to show my first lover how much I had learned and improved over the years.
"Just let me use your cock," Keira moaned.
I chuckled. "Whenever you want..."
Keira smiled, and then she did use me. I was a living dildo attached to a 18-year- old body, but I was no longer useless. I reached up and began manipulating Keira's breasts, massaging the heavy orbs and pinching her nipples while I watched the jiggle in what flesh I wasn't restraining.
It took a second, but my old user manual for Keira's body came to mind. It was like my favorite paperback, worn and earmarked. But the content was still there and my hands continued to roam around her body, tweaking and rubbing and caressing at all the different erogenous zones I'd once been so familiar with.
"Oh, Ben!" Keira moaned. "Pin-"
I cut her off, pinching her nipples and squeezing just the way she liked.
"Oh, Ben! Har-"
I was already squeezing harder ... and then harder ... and then HARDER, in quick succession, escalating her pleasure along with the intense sensations on a direct line from her tits to her clit. I knew what Keira wanted. She would never again have to tell me how to please her.
"OHHH!!!" she cried, and her humping started moving faster. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Miss McNeil began chanting. "Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!"
My ab muscles never stopped moving. I may not have been driving, but I was doing my best to match her every hump with a thrust of my own, carving my bigger and thicker dick around her vaginal cavity. I no longer had to wait for Keira's cues. Instead, I played her body like a fine-tuned instrument as if I had the symphony memorized. And quickly I had her crescendoing to her climax.
"Fuck me, Ben! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Keira threw her head back, tossing dark hair in every direction while clamping her eyes shut. I reached up then and took control, squeezing both breasts until I felt her pussy contract around my cock, signaling the beginning of an orgasm that could no longer be stopped. "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" she cried.
While she climaxed, I rolled us over so that I was on top. Keira shrieked into the silent air as I pinned her body to the bed and really began laying the pipe into her spasming snatch. "BEENNN!" she screamed, kicking her feet against the bed and digging her nails into my back while I pounded away, intent on filling her up with every drop of sperm in my body.
"BENNN!!!" she screamed again, her pussy contracting rhythmically, trying to draw my semen out of me.
"BENNN!!!" she screamed a final time and I yelled, "KEIRRRAAA!!!" in response, feeling my abs tense up as I buried my cock to the hilt, cramming myself in that extra eighth of an inch as I felt my dick seem to elongate even further, bringing my sperm that much closer to whatever eggs may float in the great beyond. And I came.
Keira jerked quite violently when she felt the first splash of hot semen inside her. Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened in a wide grin that could not be denied as her legs scissored around my ass, trying to pull me even deeper. "Oh, Ben!" she whimpered as the second shot flew into her body, pasting her innards with sticky, creamy baby-batter.
"Oh, Ben..." she moaned happily, clutching my neck so tightly I thought she might strangle me as I fired a third and then fourth load into her body, filling up her womb with every little tadpole I could manage.
And as the final few shots squeezed out of me, I managed to grunt, "Oh, Keira..."
We both went silent for a while as my body finished its final spasms, squirting out the barest droplets of sperm I could. Every single one of them counted. And then as our sweaty bodies collapsed together, I lay my forehead onto the mattress beside her head.
"I love you, Ben," Keira sighed, patting my head like a proud mother. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
I breathed deeply for a bit, smelling the sweetness of her skin mixed with the muskiness of her sweat and arousal. It was a scent I would forever associate with sex, dating back to my very first time on this very bed.
I exhaled slowly, then picked my face off the mattress and turned to kiss her tenderly. I felt a pleasant buzz fill my body as her tongue came out to play with mine, that buzz musically floating on the same tone as Keira's happy humming. And then I pulled my head back, consciously flexing my dick inside her now sopping wet pussy.
"Don't thank me yet," I said softly. "I think we'd better do this a few more times to make sure the job is done."
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