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 Chapter Seven

   Time passed on.  High school.  My lack of interest in chasing girls
actually resulted in a few rumors that I was queer.  But people who knew
who the real queers were never could connect me with any of them, and in
small towns, EVERYBODY knew who all the queers were, closet or no closet.

   Pammy received similar rumors.  She never caught the desire for the
latest fashions.  She eschewed the trends in make-up.  Her hair stayed the
same as it had been since elementary school, beautifully blonde, cut
straight just below jaw-line length all the way around, and square-cut
bangs at her eyebrows.  And I thought she was beautiful.

   The titty thing hit her lightly, too, I guess because Mom wasn't
large-breasted and neither was Dad's mom.  And I minded not the least.  I
was more than satisfied that a B cup was exactly right for all recreational
purposes.  Her hips broadened, another gene from Mom, but boy, those hips
sure looked good from behind, especially when they were bare and pressing
backward against my belly.

   I played around with a couple of jobs after school as my senior years
passed, and college time was approaching.

   Jilly and Pammy stayed pen-pals and even exchanged a few phone calls
from time to time, just keeping in touch.

   Pammy was laying on me on a Saturday night near Thanksgiving.  Mom and
Dad had gone to play cards.  Pammy and I had participated in recreational
bathing after we exchanged pee baths, a pretty regular practice.  We'd just
sixty-nined each other to our second orgasm of the evening and were
enjoying just fitting ourselves together.

   "So," said Pammy, "What ARE you gonna do about college?"

   "Engineering," I said.

   "But you can't do that here in town.  We have a two-year college."

   "I know."

   "You'd have to go to State."

   "I know.  To finish."

   "We said we'd never leave each other." Sixteen year old Pammy. 
Perfection laying on top of me.  She rolled so she was laying completely
flat o on me, our faces inches apart.  "Never, Dan.  Never."

   I kissed my Pammy.  "I know, Pammy, but there's a way."

   "How?"

   I cupped her butt cheeks in my hands.  "Well, little girl, I can take a
bunch of courses here for two years, until you graduate, and then when
you're ready for college, we'll BOTH go to State.  I talked with Dad.  He
and Mom have been saving for our college since we were born.  He says we
can go wherever we want.  Especially with my scholarships.  And you'll get
some, too."

   "Oooo, Danny!" she squealed gleefully.  "I do love it when you're smart,
and I love it even more when you think about us."

   "Sweetie," I said, running my fingers through her hair, "I think about
us every day." We locked in a hot, long kiss.

   "What do you want ME to do for you, lover?" she asked.

   I smiled.  Pammy was a sexual kaleidoscope.  We'd grown up with our
sexuality and we were tuned to each other.  Everything she did was
wonderful, and we ran through the entire list regularly.  "Climb on top of
me and fuck me."

   "Fuck you?"

   "Yeah.  We've made love.  We've had sex.  Now I want you to fuck me."

   "Okay, big brother.  Your little sister is going to fuck you.  She's
going to put YOUR dick in HER pussy and fuck you until you squirt inside
her." Her head tilted a little and her eyes sparkled and she grabbed my
chest, a hand on each of my tits.  She raised up off my pelvis and her
pussy released my dick so it stood up at full height.  At eighteen, it was
normal size, a whopping six inches, and it had a home, the hot, wet pussy
of my sister.  And that pussy found the head of my dick and slid down its
length.

   "Now YOU be still and let ME fuck you," she said.

   "I can try.  You know how you get me going though."

   "Well, try, then." She pulled her feet up underneath her butt so she was
squatting on me and started bouncing up and down and each time she got all
the way down, her pussy did a little circle and tilt, grinding her clit
into the base of my dick.  I wasn't going to last long like this.

   "Is it okay, big brother, if your little sister comes while she's
fucking you?"

   "Mmmmmmmmph," I moaned as he hit bottom and did her little circle. 
"Suit yourself."

   "And when I make YOU come and ME come, can I expect you to suck all our
juices out of your sister's pussy?"

   "Gahhhhhh, yeah!"

   "Is my big brother about to come?"

   "Gggggggggahhhhhhh!  Uh, Uh-huh!"

   I opened my eyes and saw Pammy's eyes closed and she was biting her
bottom lip.  You get to know your lover if you're attentive, and I was very
attentive to Pammy.  Eyes closed.  Bottom lip.  Yep, little Pammy was
almost there.  And I was meeting her thrust for thrust.  She changed from
squatting to kneeling astride me.  I knew that his was because we found out
that when we both came, neither of us had enough presence of mind to
maintain our balance.  I thrusted into the best pussy in the WORLD.

   "Mmmmm.  Nnnnnn, Nnnnnn.  Nnnnnnn" Pammy's voice.

   My voice, "Oh, Pammy!.  Ggggggghhhhhh!.  Oh!  Oh!"

   Pammy's voice, though bitten lip, "Nnnnnnnnnnggghhhhhh!  Oh, Danny!"
another grind.  "Nnnnnnngghhhh!" And she fell on top of me.

   We lay together letting our breathing normalize.  My dick softened and
fell out of her steaming pussy.

   "I love you, Danny."

   "Pammy, you're mine forever.  I love you."

   And such is the way things were.  I started college after graduating,
staying at home while Pammy finished high school.  We were inseparable,
except in public.  We never dated, although both of us went out with groups
of our peers, but with the grades we both had, we were in rather limited
circles of the school hierarchy.  I guess it appeared we were both socially
inept.  Mom and Dad had to fend off questions from relatives about "Is
Pammy dating?" and "Has Dan brought home a girl yet?" and such nonsense,
and they did a good job, changing the subject by pointing out how proud
they were of our scholastic achievements.

   And Pammy graduated.  The next fall I transferred to State and Pammy
started there in her freshman year.  I was in my beloved engineering school
and Pammy was doing business courses and we really came into our own.  We
didn't do student housing.  We got a little one-bedroom apartment off
campus a convenient distance and set up housekeeping.  Our participation in
college activities was limited to study groups and a few cultural events.
Weekends that we didn't go home, we spent on the road, traveling.  Two
young adults with the same last name, those people who looked simply
thought we were married.  Most people didn't look.  We camped.  We did
motels.  We lived.  Like one soul, we lived.

   One of those trips was a visit to Jilly and her husband.  Jilly had
pumped out a little bit, not grossly so, but just at the point past what
the Germans call "zaftig", juicy.  The curly brown hair was there, and I
think at dinner I caught her eyes and there was that knowing twinkle, but
in retrospect, I don't think Jilly was really happy.  Glad to see us, yes,
but not happy.

   Driving home, Pammy was leaned against me.  I had one hand on the wheel,
the other arm wrapping my sweet love.

   "Jilly still looks good, doesn't she?" said Pammy.

   "Yeah, that's our Jilly, for sure.  She put on some weight, though."

   Pammy lifted her head and looked at me.  "You don't think she's cute?"

   "Yeah, she's cute.  Just a little rounder and softer."

   "She's not happy, you know."

   "She say something?"

   "Yeah, when we went to the lady's room at dinner.  `Sides, we've talked
and wrote letters."

   "Oh."

   Pammy sighed.  I knew the sigh.  My Pammy had a soft heart.  Level head,
for sure, but a soft heart.  "She said she got married because her parents
said she was supposed to, right after high school, and Derrick was her
steady boyfriend from church and it just seemed like that was what she was
supposed to do."

   "Oh," I said.  "So no kids, though."

   "She doesn't want kids.  Derrick is irresponsible.  Can't hold a job. 
Drinks.  Does dope.  And..." she paused for effect, "he's one of those
religious nuts."

   "Religious nut AND drinks and does dope?  That sounds seriously messed
up."

   "Yeah.  Poor Jilly."

   "I'm sorry to hear that.  I wanted Jilly to be happy like us."

   I was still two years ahead of Pammy in college, so I was due to
graduate before her, but I talked myself into a research slot on campus
waiting for her to graduate.

   It was less than a year after I graduated that I walked into the house
one day and found Pammy reading a letter.  Her face was serious.

   "Something wrong?" I asked.

   Pammy had that "Pammy's been thinking" look.  "Jilly.  Read the letter."

   I read.  I saw what was coming.  Jilly was headed for divorce, but no
place to go, no money, her parents unable to help and halfway across the
country now.  "Doesn't look good," I said.

   "She tried, Danny.  She says she tried.  She tried to get Derrick to
straighten up.  He wouldn't.  He hits her sometimes.  It's bad."

   "So what's the plan, little one?"

   "That's OUR Jilly.  We need to help her.  Saturday we need to take a
trip."

   "Okay.  Whatever we need to do." We threw together some dinner and
curled up to watch a little TV.  "How're classes?"

   Pammy nestled into my chest.  "Peachy," she said.  "Nothing happening
this year that's going to knock me below a 3.8.  Even with THIS
distraction." She reached under her ass to wrap fingers around my dick,
then turned her face and kissed me.

   I kissed back.  "You know, we never get to watch a whole TV show..."

   Pouty lips.  Eyes laughing.  Her hand fished inside my pants and I felt
warm fingers touching my manhood.  "You might want to watch TV, but THIS
wants to play games."

   And we made love.  Wonderful love.  Later that evening with moonlight
streaming in the window, I thought about Jilly.  Not thought about Jilly
because I was not thinking about my Pammy.  Pammy was my life.  But Jilly,
because somewhere in there was another bond.  We had to help Jilly.

   Saturday morning we drove off in my little car headed two hours to the
city where Jilly and her husband lived.  Interstate highways were wonderful
but boring.  Pammy was sitting tight up against me.

   "Boring drive, huh?" she commented.

   "Yeah.  We've been on this road so many times.  I know all the cows out
there by name."

   "Bet I can unbore yah," giggled Pammy.  Her hand grasped my dick through
my jeans.  It was soft, but a couple of squeezes and that ended.  She
started tugging at my belt.

   "Uh, Pammy, what ARE you doing?"

   "Looking for my friend," she said.  Belt unbuckled.  Pants unbuttoned.
Zipper down.  Her fingers dipped into the fly of my underpants and guided
my hard dick out.

   "Uh, I'm DRIVING!"

   Another giggle.  "Yeah, but there's no traffic and the road is straight
for a hundred miles." She scooted her butt toward the passenger door and
ducked down.  Dick disappeared into mouth and I sucked in a breath as Pammy
sucked in something else.

   "Ahhhhh, that feels so good."

   "Mmmmm-hmmmmm," came the purr.  Her head rose.  "Now just let Pammy suck
on her brother."

   I now know for a fact now that you CAN drive through an orgasm.

   Pammy made a big, delicious deal of sitting up, visibly swallowing, then
wiping a stray bit of sperm from the corner of her mouth.  "There!  Feel
better now?"

   "I didn't feel BAD before, sweetie," I said.  "But yes, I feel MUCH
better now."

   Laugh.  "You owe me one."

   We laughed together.  Finally, though, I had to ask.  "Pammy, tell me
something."

   "What, baby?"

   "Does Jilly know we're living together?"

   "She knows we live in the same apartment."

   "You're dodging the question."

   "Am not.  Yeah.  She knows.  I told her."

   "Oh.  Okay.  Kinda gives me some more information."

   She unfolded the map as we reached the outskirts of the city and we
navigated into an obviously lower-tier apartment complex looking for
Jilly's address.  We found it and pulled into an open spot.

   She started to open her door and I said "Wait!"

   "What?"

   "Is this going to be a scene?  I mean we're hauling a guy's wife off."

   "No, silly.  First, we're not hauling her off.  She wants to leave.  And
second, we talked yesterday to make sure everything was still in place and
he's supposed to be gone out fishing or something with some of his loser
buddies.  I don't see his pickup truck.  Do you?"

   "No," I said.  I looked again.  "No."

   "Then come on."

   We knocked on the door and Jilly opened it, suitcase at her feet.  She
threw her arms around Pammy and burst into tears.

   "It'll be okay, Jilly," Pammy said.  "We're here to take you back. 
You're with us."

   I noted the strange choice of words, but I reached down and picked up
the suitcase.  "Is this all?"

   Tearfully, Jilly answered, "No.  I just had that packed in case I had to
run.  I have some other stuff."

   We hauled, well actually I hauled a couple of piles and bags of clothing
and a few keepsakes and pictures and loaded up the trunk and back seat of
the car.  Finally the three of us walked out the door and Jilly locked it
behind her.  She had a white envelope in her hand.

   I looked at the envelope.

   "Divorce papers.  I filed for divorce.  He'll find out Monday."

   With the click of the lock, Jilly sobbed, "I feel like a failure.  I
know I need to do this, but I STILL feel like a failure."

   We got to the car.  I said, "Well, I thought we'd have room left in the
back seat.  I guess we all get to squeeze in front."

   Pammy chirped, "You know, it's not like we aren't used to being close to
each other."

   I got in.  Pammy looked at Jilly.  "You get in the middle.  I need some
air." As Jilly scooted into the car beside me, Pammy looked in and smiled
and winked.  Then she got in and shut the door.

   Jilly looked back over her shoulder one last time as we left.  Silence
filled the car as we drove through town to get back on the interstate.

   I looked at Jilly.  "Are you going to be okay?"

   Jilly said, "Yeah.  It's just a lot.  All at once."

   Pammy said, "Tell Dan what happened week before last."

   Jilly sighed.  "I went to the doctor.  Derrick's been wanting kids.  I
thought it would make us stronger together, so I haven't been on the Pill.
But nothing happened.  Derrick accused me of being on the Pill and hiding
it from him.  So I went to the doctor." She continued, "and they did
examinations and tests and they said that I wasn't gonna be able to have
kids.  I made the mistake of telling Derrick and he flew apart.  He
hollered.  He got drunk.  Fell asleep.  Got up.  Got drunk again.  Hollered
some more.  Called me every name in the book.  Slapped me.  Took off and
stayed out with his buddies all night."

   "Oh, Jilly," I said, "I'm so sorry."

   "I am too." She caught a sob and held it back.  "You know, I really
tried.  I don't guess I loved him or he loved me, not really, but I tried
to make it happen.  And it just didn't happen."

   I looked at Pammy for permission and her eyes gave it.  I put my arm
around Jilly's shoulders and Jilly's head buried against me.  And I let her
sob quietly.  We drove along silently.  Pammy's arm went on the back of the
seat and her hand touched my arm.  I looked at her over Jilly's curls and
Pammy was thinking.  And smiling a little.  She pulled her hand back and
gently caressed Jilly's curly head.  "It'll be okay, Jilly," she said. 
"You're with me and Dan and we'll make it okay."

   We drove home, almost somber, Pammy and I sharing the hurting of our
friend.  Finally we pulled into our parking spot and they went inside while
I made half a dozen trips hauling the trappings of an old life in for
Jilly.

   When I finished my task, Jilly was laying out plates on our little table
and Pammy was stacking sandwiches.  She passed them out and segmented them
with soft drinks from our refrigerator.  We sat down for a meal.  Jilly
looked around.

   "You guys keep a neat place."

   Pammy said, "Yeah, it's just us, and we always did keep neat rooms at
home.  It's not very big, so it's easy to keep up with everything."

   "Derrick was a slob.  I had to clean up after him all the time.  If I
didn't, the place went to hell, and then he had the nerve to scream at me
because I didn't pick up after him."

   "Jilly," Pammy said, "you're not with Derrick any more.  You're with Dan
and me.  And you never have to worry about things, okay.  You don't even
have to mention Derrick.  Okay?"

   "Okay," Jilly sighed.  "Just one bedroom, huh?" She looked at me.  Life
appeared in her eyes, that little spark that used to delight me.  "Brother
and sister living together.  So.  Who sleeps on the sofa?"

   "We take turns." I said.

   "Smartass," Pammy said.

   We finished our meal.  Jilly looked around.  Kitchen merged into living
room with a sofa, a chair, a bookcase, a desk and a TV.  The bathroom door
was closed.  She got up and pushed it open and then went in, closing it
behind her.  The toilet flushed, and she came out.  "Big tub and shower,"
she said.

   "What are you," Pammy chirped, "real estate?"

   Jilly smiled and pushed open the bedroom door.  "Wowww.  Nice BED!"

   She looked at me, then Pammy.  "And looks like TWO people have been
sleeping in it."