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Brody's Story
by Brody (no address provided)
***
Some have wondered where my pen name came from. Here
is the genesis. Some is fact, some is fiction, some is
in between, and some is based on facts that happened
to others. I'll let you, dear Reader, use your best
judgment to discern what is true and what is
fabricated. So sit back and enjoy my tale. The tale of
how I became "Brody" and how my two younger sisters
became my two red-hot lovers. (Mfg, pre-teen, ped,
inc, 1st, oral, rom)
Chapter 1
I was almost 8 when my dad died suddenly in an auto
accident. Mom and I figured out how to get along
without him. We missed him big time, but we survived.
Mom had a good friend, Janet, who would often watch me
while Mom was at work.
When I was almost 12 and a half, Mom found some guy.
She thought he was Mr. Right. But he turned out to be
a Mr. Oh-No-All-Wrong. Cutting to the bottom line, Mom
was engaged to him, found out that he was actually
sleeping around with someone else and so threw the bum
out. Turns out the "someone else" was Janet.
Boy! Did the sparks fly at that. And wouldn't you know
it? Just like in a bad soap opera, both Mom and Janet
were pregnant by the same Mr. Oh-No-All-Wrong.
Mom and Janet didn't speak till after the babies were
born. By then, Mom figured that they both had been
used and they both needed each other's help. So I had
a new little sister, Celeste, when I was 13. Janet had
a baby girl also named, Kristine. And so after a
little bit, things settled in like they had been: Mom
and Janet, helping each other out and watching the
children -- only now it was three children to watch,
and I didn't need as much supervision. But still it
was nice to have someone home in the evenings --
whether it was Mom or Janet -- it was nice to have a
warm meal and a friendly, caring face.
I even helped look after Celeste and Kristine. Even
did diaper duty and bath times. No. Nothing like what
you're thinking. Little poopy butts are a big turn
off. Plus, I was more interested in what lay in the
pants and panties of some of the girls at school. My
goodness! Amber had big bazookas! And Jennifer Schultz
had the cutest ass of anyone I had ever seen! (And she
wore the tightest jeans that any human could have
possibly worn -- any tighter and they would have split
or they would have had to have been painted on!)
But all that crashed to a halt when I was 15. I
remember walking from the living room, the two girls
(about 2 years old) were on the floor playing with
something and then the phone rang. Mom picked it up
and gasped. I remember that gasp and my blood turning
to ice. Janet had just been T-boned at an intersection
by a pickup truck. She died instantly.
As soon as mom could, she started the legal papers to
make sure that Kristine stayed with us and with her
little sister, Celeste. The judge saw no problem with
that -- especially since Janet had no close family. So
now, I had two little sisters. Both age 2 and born 6
days apart. Oddly enough, I was related to one, but
not the other. (Try explaining that one at a party
sometime. No? You're right; don't bother.)
The girls grew up close to each other and rather
attached to me. I eventually went to college and moved
out west with an electrical engineering job. Oh, I
made it back home in the mid-west at least once a year
-- sometimes twice. But I was a young professional
with barely two weeks of vacation time (if I saved
it).
I will never forget the phone call I got early one
weekday morning in late June. I hadn't left for work
yet, but was within minutes of rushing out of the
condo. It was Celeste, although I could barely hear
what she was saying. Her voice was breaking up with
sobs.
"What? What's up, Celeste?"
"Mom," she repeated. "Mom's in the hospital!"
Like a bad nightmare returning, all the memories of
that rainy afternoon when Janet died came back,
flooding my mind with emotions. "What happened?"
"She was backing out of the driveway and crashed.
Krissie and I ran out but she was not responding. I
called an ambulance. The doctors think it's a nurism."
"An aneurysm?"
"Yeah."
"Where are you now?"
"Mrs. Browne went with us to the hospital."
"I will be there as soon as I can," I said.
Now I had to call work. Oh, geesh! How does anyone do
this while being emotionally caught up like that? But
I had a great resource at work. There was a lady in HR
who knew the ropes of how to call the airlines and
getting onboard and getting my vacation and personal
leave all squared away.
And I arrived in Des Moines late that night. Then with
an hour drive, I was at the hospital just before
midnight. I had called ahead to let Mrs. Browne know
that I was coming. The girls were slumped over each
other on each other on a hospital couch. I sat next to
Celeste and hugged her. Kristine looked up and fell
across my lap and hugged me. No one said anything and
I was a little afraid to ask.
Suddenly there was a touch on my shoulder. I looked
up.
"I'm sorry that you had to come all this way under
these circumstances, Matt," Mrs. Browne began, her
eyes brimming with tears. "But your mom passed away."
We had many rounds of crying and huggings and
sorrowful embracing. But after the dust had settled --
and there was a lot of legal papers to deal with -- I
was the new, legal guardian of my two 12 year old
sisters. Me! I was only 25 and now I had 2 near-
teenage girls to take care of. Don't get me wrong:
There was NEVER any doubt about me stepping up and
taking responsibility. It's just that it was a lot of
sudden responsibility. And I really recognized it. I
should say that during this time the girls didn't not
want to leave my side. Indeed they even crawled into
bed with me -- Mom's big ol' queen-sized bed. Nothing
sexual -- sheesh! We were far too emotional for
anything like that -- yet.
But I was three weeks back in Iowa. My coworkers were
really nice and donated hours to my account so I
wasn't out too far at all. So after contacting a real
estate agent and putting the old home on the market,
me and the girls loaded up a U-Haul and said farewell
to our home town then left for a cross country trip to
California. The girls were excited about staying in
motels and eating at restaurants. "And can we try an
IHOP too?" Celeste asked.
Now I should say a word or two about the girls. Like I
said, they were twelve, but as different as night and
day. When I had last seen them the previous Christmas,
they were only eleven -- "almost twelve!" Kristine had
protested. They were only girls then. But here with me
were two girls that stood on the cusp of puberty --
and one had done jumped over the edge! Both were
taller than before, but Kristine had become very
womanly -- or at least well on her way to being
womanly!
She had medium blonde hair that came down the middle
of her back, cut and styled with bangs in the front.
Her eyes were emerald green; her lashes and eye brows
were dark. Her tits had already expanded into what I
guessed might have been an A cup at least. Definitely
nice handfuls each -- rather like two good sized,
fresh peaches hanging waiting to be plucked. Her hips
had begun filling out into a nice rounded, womanly
curved shape.
Celeste, on the other hand, was taller -- maybe around
5' 4" or 5' 5". She was a good 2 or 3 inches taller
than Kristine. But where Kristine had suddenly rushed
into puberty with stunning results, Celeste merely
grew taller. She was stick straight, no curves, no
womanly rounding, no visible tits. Her face was very
sweet, set with blazing eyes of blue. Her hair was
light blonde, not even shoulder length. She had no
bangs.
We left our small Iowan town and made it almost all
the way across Nebraska. We stayed at a Holiday Inn,
had a lovely dinner at a steak house and went swimming
in the pool. I needed the long soak in the pool after
the nine hour drive. But I came face to face with just
how beautiful my sisters -- now my charges -- were!
Both wore one piece suits that were a bit small for
them. Small and tight. Kristine's breasts threatened
to explode out of their fabric confines. Celeste's
suit merely showed her ribs -- each of her thin, lithe
ribs -- and a hint of where her nipples were. Both
girls' crotches were held snug by the fabric of their
suits; so snugly that pussies were boldly outlined.
Celeste's pussy seemed to be more strongly outlined
with a deep cleft -- there was no hint of pussy bush
around her lovely slit. Kristine's pussy had a deep
furrow but was not nearly distinct. I was suddenly
conscious of a stirring in my groin as ol' Woody
wanted to go on another roundup! I took several long,
focused swims back and forth across the pool before
grabbing my towel and heading in.
I was in the shower when the girls came into the motel
room. I suddenly remembered that they were both very
comfortable about nudity around family. I'm guessing
that it was because it was just Mom and the two girls
-- no guys around so there's no need to hide anything.
In the weeks after Mom's death, I was surprised
several times by copious flashes of girlie flesh. I
just knew that they were going to be coming into the
bathroom at any moment. I quickly shut the water off
and grabbed a towel just as they burst in.
"Hi, Matt," Celeste said, pulling her suit down.
My eyes more than glanced over her torso and saw that
while she had no tits yet, her nipples were widening
and were a little puffy.
Kristine was right behind her. "Man, with that A/C on
it really freezes your suit!" she said with her boobs
already hanging out of her top. Lovely! Gravity-
defying! Perfect small peach-sized conical expressions
of sweet, nearly womanliness! Each topped with nipples
that were pebble hard because of the cool A/C.
"It's all yours," I said, motioning to the shower all
the while holding onto the towel around my waist. "I'm
beat so I'm going to head to bed."
I turned to leave, but not before seeing Celeste's
absolutely bare pussy staring right back at me. I felt
it staring! I also saw Kristine's bare ass cheeks as
she slid her suit the rest of the way off. I was
struck with how beautiful my sisters were. And how
dangerous of a situation this might turn into.
As they turned the shower on, I quickly dried off in
the main room and put on underwear, shorts and a tee
shirt. Overkill for sleeping -- at least, that's how
it felt to me. Prior to coming out to Iowa that time,
I would sleep nude or with loose shorts only; but not
with the girls -- and especially not after all I had
seen (and thought!). And it was just as well I took
extra precautions since the girls again wanted to hold
me tightly as we drifted off to sleep. I couldn't
believe that somehow I was turned on by two 12 and a
half year old girls.
I woke up early the next morning. Or rather my bladder
pushed me into a semi-conscious state. As I slowly
came back into reality, I took stock of my situation:
I was in the middle between two girls; I was on my
back; my pecker was piss-hard and tenting my shorts
ferociously; I really had to pee. I saw that Celeste,
on the side closer to the bathroom, was on her tummy.
I figured that would be safer to exit over her without
waving my hard-on in her face. I pulled the covers
back and almost audibly gasped. Her night shirt had
risen up to reveal that she wore no panties. Dang! her
buns were cute! Very boyish and narrow, but very cute!
I made it into the bathroom and had to sit and force
my pecker into the toilet before it started draining.
It wasn't but a few minutes later that the door opened
and Celeste slipped in. She rubbed her eyes and asked,
"How far are we going to get today?"
"Don't know. Maybe Utah." I stood up and quickly
zipped up.
She pulled her tee shirt up and just sat. Yep, I was
right. No panties or nothing down there.
"I suppose that we won't die from T. B. or anything,"
she deadpanned.
"T. B.?"
"Yeah, tired butt!" She giggled at my reaction.
"That's something that Mamma said after a long drive."
I nodded, my heart catching briefly at the mention of
Mom. "Perhaps we should take a swim to make sure that
we get our wiggles out before we drive again."
She smiled at my reference of another one of Mom's
phrases. "I don't know if we'd be able to get Kristine
up. She's not a morning person."
"I'm going for a brief swim," I said, grabbing my swim
trunks. "It'll help wake me up. Then a good
breakfast."
"Sounds good," she said, slipping her tee shirt off.
Her chest was so flat. I didn't have a good clue about
when girls were supposed to get tits and whatnot. I
knew that there was a wide variety of timings, but I
was amazed that she was so flat while her sister (a
mere 6 days younger, mind you) was positively womanly
in her figure.
I purposed not to look at her lest my woody go
skyrocketing again.
"Yuck! It's cold and wet!" she exclaimed with a
shiver.
"It's working. You're awake already."
"Should I just put Kristine's suit across her face
now?" she asked with a glimmer in her eyes.
"Uh, no."
I went to where Kristine still slept and gently nudged
her to wake her up. "We're going for a swim before
breakfast. You want to come too?"
She open one eye and said, "I'm so sleepy I might
drown."
"Come on out when you're ready," I said, giving her a
light kiss on her forehead.
Kristine did join us for a brief swim. After cleaning
up, we had a nice breakfast (not IHOP yet) then
checked out of the motel. But not before I made sure
to drain my bladder one last time.
I was standing at the toilet, letting the coffee
finish percolating through me when Celeste barged in
to use the sink. She stopped and stared at me then
said, "That is so cool that you can stand up and do
that. That must save a lot of time."
I nodded, flicked the last drop off my dick, then
tucked it back in my pants.
"Oh, look at that!" she exclaimed. "You don't even
have to take time to wipe. Just shake it off and
you're on your way."
"And we should be on our way too," I said.
And then we were on the road before 8:30. Kristine
said that was the earliest she had been up and going
anywhere on a non-school day since Christmas morning
when I was still living at home. That brought a smile
to my face remembering how eagerly my little sisters
would wake up on Christmas morning.
We stopped for lunch in Cheyenne. I made sure to walk
around as well as eat a good meal. I noticed that both
girls were really loving the fries and the soda. I
reminded them about hours on the open road. "Got it
covered, Matt. We just went to the little girl's
room," Kristine said.
But it was some place between Laramie and Rawlins that
Celeste started wiggling. "Matt, I really gotta go
pee. Bad!"
"There's nothing around here," I pointed out.
"Then what do I do?" she bounced up and down on the
bench seat.
"We can pull off and you can water the weeds."
Kristine laughed.
The U-Haul was barely stopped when Celeste had the
door open and was out beside the truck. I stopped the
engine and took a slow look around the truck. There
was almost no one on the road. Shoot! Three cars would
have been considered a Wyoming traffic jam! I double
checked the lock on the back of the truck then came
around the passenger side just to check on the girls.
I was expecting that they would have been done or at
least relatively covered. Boy, was I shocked!
There stood Celeste, her skirt hiked up and her legs
spread part and her hips tipped and piss streaming out
of her gash. But some also dribbled down along her
leg, making her sandals a mess. Kristine looked to be
having more success. She had her shorts and panties
around her ankles and her piss was streaming out of
her pussy lips which she had spread wide with her
fingers. I could see that she had a nice start to a
healthy bush across the top of her pussy. But a closer
looked showed that her panties and shorts were tagged
with her urine.
I didn't know what to say. But Celeste saw me before I
said anything or even came closer. "Not exactly as
easy as I had thought it would be."
"I'll get a towel," I replied.
In a few moments I was back alongside them and they
were sponging themselves clean. And I found a skirt
for Kristine. A little later, we were back on the road
and I still hadn't really said much.
"Matt?" Celeste began. She was in the middle next to
me. "I'm sorry. That was my idea and my fault."
"You planned this?"
"Yeah, but maybe not really well planned," she added.
"You're not mad, are you?" Kristine asked.
"Mad? No. Surprised? Yes. But I also have to caution
you both. If you want to see if you can pee like a
guy, that's okay. But not out in public. What you do
in your own room with no one else around is fine, but
out in public it can be interpreted wrong and could
even get me in trouble."
They were both silent for several moments. "Sorry,
Matt," Celeste finally said.
"Yeah, sorry, Matt," Kristine added. "We won't do that
again."
I patted both of them on their legs and said, "I love
you both. Very much."
Celeste leaned her head on me. I glanced down and saw
that she had closed her eyes. The afternoon sun was
coming in, warming the cab up. I turned the A/C on
high. Kristine aimed the vent on her side toward her.
I noticed that her skirt billowed up a little under
the air flow.
After a half hour both girls were fast asleep.
Celeste's legs were sprawled wide, her skirt riding
high up on her thighs. Kristine's skirt had risen up
some too giving me more of a view of her tanned and
toned thighs. What was I getting into? I thought to
myself. What was I going to do?
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Chapter 2
We made it to Salt Lake City that night. And the girls
got to eat at an IHOP the next morning. I pushed it
hard the next day and arrived back in the Sacramento
area late the next night. We were all so very tired.
All we did was bring some mats and pillows and some
clothes into the condo then crash for the night. That
was Saturday night so we had all day Sunday to unload
before I returned the U-Haul. And I had to be back at
work that next morning. I was so pleased to see how
much the girls had done by the time I arrived at home.
They had rearranged the kitchen and used their own
money to buy groceries to cook up a nice dinner.
"You're going to spoil me," I told them as I helped
clean up.
"It would be our pleasure," Celeste said.
"You don't have a girlfriend now, do you?" Kristine
asked.
"No. Not now."
"Why not?" Celeste asked.
"Just because," I replied. "Haven't found the right
woman yet."
I also flinched inwardly recalling how I had just
overheard a couple of coworkers talking about me at
lunch. One said that by my taking responsibility for
my two, near-teen sisters, I was basically off the
marriageable market-place. "Now if they were cute
little babies, that would be a babe magnet," the other
agreed. "But no one wants to put up with the teen
years if it's not their own kids." I really hoped that
he was wrong.
I worked "9-80s" which meant 9 hour days Monday
through Thursday, then 8 hours one Friday and the next
Friday was off. This meant a three day weekend every
other week. I planned a couple of good events around
this with the girls. Since we lived in the foothills
near Sacramento that meant that we had a large lake
nearby. I had a friend at work that had let me use his
speed boat before and he was happy to let me use it
again to take the girls water skiing.
It was a beautiful Friday morning that promised to be
rather warm. We were out on the Lake by ten. The girls
were absolutely enthralled with the boat and the speed
and being out on the Lake. After speeding around the
Lake for a while, I suggested they try out the skis.
"So you have your swim suits on already?" I asked,
knowing full well they had their suits on under their
shorts and tee shirts.
They nodded and shed their outer clothes. That's when
my eyes popped. They did not wear their one piece
suits. No, they had on very skimpy bikinis. Kristine's
was a dark red string bikini, her tits swelled and
filled her top. Her bottom was a triangle over her
pussy and a larger triangle over her butt. Celeste's
was dark blue. The bottom was a triangle over her
pussy. Her pussy lips were outlined obscenely by the
cloth. Her top was flat, covered with small triangles
over her non-existent tits.
I must have stared for several minutes before I
finally gathered enough wits to say, "Bikinis? When
you get those?"
"Mamma bought them for us," Kristine answered.
"She said that Kristine was old enough -- or at least
developed enough," Celeste explained. "I protested
that I was older so it wouldn't be fair if I wasn't
allowed to have a bikini too."
"Don't worry," Kristine laughed, seeing my expression.
"Mamma also told us to make sure that we were not with
boys our age when we wear them."
"I'm relieved," I dead-panned. "Who wants to ski
first?"
"I do," Kristine said.
She put the life jacket on and I tossed the skis into
the water. She jumped into the water and came up
shrieking. "Wow, it's cold!"
We laughed then I explained how to use the skis. I was
going to give her a few practice runs. I figured that
she would get up briefly then fall a few times. She
gave me the thumbs up and I accelerated. The boat
jumped forward and soon she was almost up. She
tottered then tripped and fell forward. She came up
sputtering and laughing. I brought the boat around and
she caught the line to try it again.
"I'm going to hit it a little faster," I said. "You
were almost up!"
Sure enough the next time was a charm and she WAS up.
For about a half minute. Then she pitched forward and
went down with a splash.
This time when I brought the boat around she didn't
want the line. Instead she said, "The water took my
bikini off!"
OH NO! I was quickly thinking what to do. She still
had her shorts lying there in the boat.
"Did you lose them?" Celeste asked.
"Almost. They're hanging around my knees."
"You want to come back in now?" I asked.
"Yes. Let me pull these things back up."
"Do you want to try?" I asked Celeste.
She shook her head. "Maybe not right now."
Probably a good idea. She was so skinny that her
bikini bottom fit loosely. If Kristine lost her
bottoms, Celeste definitely would! So I suggested we
find a quiet cove up one of the far arms of the Lake
and just swim around. That worked fine. The girls
loved splashing around in the Lake -- and splashing
me.
We finally swung up on the boat again and realized
that we were very hungry. I also realized that we had
been out in the sun for a couple of hours.
"Hey, we better get some more sunscreen on," I said,
toweling off.
"Would you help us, Matt?" Celeste asked. "I can never
get my back."
"Or the back of your legs," Kristine put in. "Remember
that bad burn you got last summer?"
"That was *bad*!" Celeste replied. "I could barely
bend my knees it hurt so badly."
"Okay, then, I'll help you," I said, getting the
sunscreen out.
Celeste lay down on the back bench and said, "I'm
ready."
I began putting the sunscreen on. It was purely
business at first. Cover every part of her back and
the back of her legs so that she wouldn't burn. Then I
began contemplating *what* part of her that I was
touching and thinking about how pretty it was and how
nice it felt under my fingers. The strap of her bikini
top was merely a string. I easily moved it to one side
and ran my hand underneath it. I felt each rib under
her tan skin. I felt her vertebrae and traced her
spine down to her.....Oh no! That's her ass under that
thin piece of cloth. My hands skirted around and
reapplied lotion to her back.
"Would you make sure that I'm covered all the way to
my butt?" Celeste asked. "I don't want to get a burn
right at a line where the bikini stops or moves
around."
"Okay." I guess that meant that I had to apply more
lotion down there too. I put more in my hands then
rubbed it into her skin. I made sure to slip my
lotion-covered fingers under the waistband of her
bikini bottoms. My heart almost stopped as my fingers
dipped, momentarily, into her butt crack. I also
applied the lotion to the back of her legs and worked
it into her thighs right next to where her bikini
ended. Yes, I made sure to put some extra there
underneath the elastic band. Again my fingers slipped
into her butt crack. This time it was the deep
forbidden zone near to the back door of her pussy. I
was suddenly conscious of my dick tenting my suit.
"My turn," Kristine suddenly said, interrupting my
thoughts.
She pushed at Celeste who slowly moved out of the way.
Kristine then plopped down in front of me and
presented her lovely back and back side for my viewing
pleasure -- err, no, for sun screen application. I
forced myself to think only of applying the lotion so
she wouldn't burn. But that didn't last very long at
all. Her skin felt so warm and soft under my fingers.
I slipped my hands under her bikini strap and around
each side. Her ribs were there, but not nearly as
pronounced as Celeste's. She had a lot more womanly
padding, softening her form and making her curve in
delicate ways. I quickly tried to finish putting the
sun screen on her back before I shot my load
involuntarily in my shorts. It was hard. Yes, my dick
-- but also focusing on the real job of being the nice
older brother, loving daddy figure for these girls. I
rubbed her shoulders and felt the soft skin slip away
down toward her breasts. I quickly moved back away and
added more lotion to the small of her small. She
flinched slightly before I followed it with the palm
of my hands smoothing the sun screen into her skin. I
let my fingers slip under the waist band of her bikini
bottom. Her ass cheeks were so full and delectable. My
fingers lingered slightly along her ass crack. Then I
squirted more lotion onto the back of each leg,
working it into the back of her knees before massaging
it further up her legs. I made sure to carefully work
the lotion under the elastic of her leg openings. Her
ass formed a deep cleft where it met her leg. Where
her ass crack met the back of her pussy, my fingers
felt an inviting heat and moistness.
"Well, I'm hungry now," I said, sitting back down. I
pulled my towel over my lap to hide Mr. Woody and his
antics.
We ate and laughed and it was good to hear my sisters
enjoying themselves. After lunch the girls wanted to
lay out and work on their tans. I told them that I
wanted to be in the shade. I figured out a nice
compromise. I moved the boat so that the back, where I
would doze off, was in the shadows of the bank. But
the bow was in full sun. Celeste and Kristine quickly
spread their towels out on the bow. I sat back on the
rear bench, then leaned back and closed my eyes. I was
asleep soon afterwards.
I suddenly jerked awake and looked around. It had only
been twenty or thirty minutes but my sisters were now
sunbathing in the nude on the bow of the boat. NUDE!
In broad daylight! They were on their tummies, their
ass cheeks were there out in the open and their toned
legs were spread just enough so.... Oh, sheesh!
"Hey!" I yelled. "That's not a good idea!"
They both looked up very shocked at me.
"Come on, girls. Get covered up!"
"But isn't this California?" Kristine asked.
"Yes, and you're nude and in public! That's still
illegal!"
It was then that I noticed that they were only
topless. They had their bikini bottoms on still, but
they had tucked most of the cloth on the back side
into their butt crack making it more of a thong than a
bikini. But still!
The girls clamored off the bow and came back to sit
near me. I was struck with several things all at once.
First, they were just girls. Yes, Kristine had boobs,
but they were little girl boobs, if that makes any
sense. Their faces were still girl faces -- they
hadn't matured and grown out of that cute, teeth a
little too large for my face look yet. Second, they
were cute. Very cute. The type of cute that I probably
would have been interested in if they were in my class
in junior high. Third, I was really attracted to how
sexy their naked tits looked. Both girls had been in
the sun and were warm enough that their nipples were
relaxed and their areolas were wide. There was hardly
a discernible rise from the areola to the nipple.
True, Celeste's tits were non-existent, but her
areolas were wide and softened. Kristine's were just
beautiful and delectable, like ripe fruit waiting to
be picked. Hers did not hang like older, more mature
breasts usually do, but rather they stuck straight out
like perfectly shaped cones topped with ruby Hershey
kisses.
"I think I'm burned," Kristine said, looking at her
shoulders.
"Matt would you rub some more lotion on us?" Celeste
asked. "I don't want to burn."
Celeste was blonder and a bit fairer in skin color.
She would definitely burn before Kristine.
"Okay, girls. Then cover up, okay?"
Celeste quickly lay down on the bench next to me. On
her back. Her titless chest staring right up at me,
begging me to rub my hands all over her. Dang! Did I
say yes? Oops! I guess I did.
I knelt down beside her and squirted a big blop on her
belly. She jumped then giggled. I worked it into her
skin with both hands. Her skin felt so smooth and
taut, each rib was defined, each hip bone stuck out
prominently above her bikini bottom, each nipple
pointed upwards, hoping and trying to grow taller.
"So water skiing is pretty much out of the question,
isn't it?" she asked.
I rubbed more lotion onto her nipples and felt their
tiny pokiness press back against my fingers.
"Maybe," I said slowly. I suddenly got a wild and
randy idea. "Although there are other things we could
try."
"What?" she sat up part way.
Kristine put her hand on my shoulder. "Really?"
Time to put my money where my mouth was. "Well, you
could either where the shorts that you started out
with," I started.
Kristine shook her head. Celeste wrinkled her nose and
added, "You know how weird jean material feels while
wet?"
"Or," I went on, "you could hang off the back of this
raft."
"What would that do?" Kristine asked.
"Hear me out. It's not skiing, but it's a fast ride
through the water hanging off the back of this raft."
"Would that pull our bottoms off faster?" Celeste
asked.
"Not if you don't start out with your bottoms on in
the first place!"
Both girls looked at me, then at each other. A huge
smile spread across both of their faces. "That would
be so cool!" Celeste finally said.
"And we'd be below water so no one else would know?"
"No one but you and me," I agreed.
"Yes!" Celeste said, pumping her fists. "But that
means that I need sun screen everywhere!"
"Um, you're not going to be out there *THAT* long," I
countered, immediately knowing what she was thinking.
"I'm blonde and fair. I don't want to burn," she
argued, as she slipped her bikini bottoms right on off
her lithe frame.
Good grief! Great Gatsby! Help! My 12 year old sister
was completely naked, laying down face up on the bench
in front of me AND SHE WANTED ME TO PUT MY HANDS ALL
OVER HER! I couldn't say anything. I opened up
Pandora's Box by suggesting it, and the girls had
rushed in to take advantage of the opportunity. I
slowly squirted some more lotion on my hands. My mouth
was dry. I mechanically applied the lotion to her
belly and further down across her mons veneris.
Mechanical, maybe; but my mind was racing and my heart
was pumping. My lips were dry and I could only think
of how sexy it was that I was rubbing her bare -- not
a hair on it -- pussy with my own hands and fingers! I
tried to hurry so that I was not just out-and-out
masturbating her, but I did linger around her supple
pussy lips. They were so springy under my touch. I
quickly moved on and put sun screen all over her legs
and feet.
"Now the back side," she said flopping over.
From that angle she was no different than a boy her
age. Her hips were narrow, her ass cheeks small and
well-toned. I began rubbing the lotion onto her
shoulders. I moved down her back and over her sides. I
felt only ribs that led up to her tits would
eventually be. My dick jumped and grew yet again
within my shorts. Focus! Focus! I kept telling myself.
Quickly I made it down her back; her spine was well
defined just as her ribs were. Her ass sloped up and I
paused to put more lotion on my hands before
continuing. Such small cheeks and so tight and firm. I
pressed in along her crack and felt her tiny rose bud
under my finger.
I laughed. "The sun's not supposed to shine up there."
Kristine busted up. Celeste turned her head and said,
"Oh, so *that's* what that saying means."
I used the little bit of humor to lighten things up
and finish up Celeste's sun screening as quick as I
could. I swallowed hard realizing that things would be
even worse when it was Kristine's turn.
"Okay," I said, patting her rump. "Get your top on as
well as a life vest."
I motioned to Kristine who already had everything off.
Oh her tits were lovely! She lay face down on the
bench and presented me with a very cute ass. That ass
was fuller and rounder than her sister's. The crack
was deeper. I bit my tongue to refocus my thoughts and
began spreading lotion over her shoulders. Her frame
was much more rounded and padded than Celeste's was. I
could feel ribs under her skin, but I couldn't see
them. As I followed the contour of her back around the
sides, I had the delightful surprise of feeling her
tits -- the puffy mounds that grew out of her front
pushed to either side by laying on them.
I glanced to one side and saw Celeste just sitting
there watching us. Sitting there with her bikini top
and life vest but nothing else. Again I was flashed by
her cute but bare pussy. "How do nudists do this?" I
thought to myself. "Either their libido up and left
them, or they hang out with others who are ugly?" I
had no idea because at that moment, my dick was
threatening to rip through my shorts and "carpe diem"
as they say.
I finished up Kristine's back side, but not before
delving my hands into her ass and tracing that
beautiful line of her crack. Her crack was deeper and
her cheeks fuller so I didn't feel bottom, as it were.
I know I was close to her sphincter though since she
flinched and tightened her muscles right at that
point. Her thighs were fuller than Celeste's but they
were not fat -- just more feminine.
"Front side?" I said, patting her ass cheeks.
She rolled over and I bit the sides of my cheeks to
keep from leaning down and biting her tits. Geesh! I
mean, WOW! Perky, pointing up, capped by perfect
little nipples what's not to love in a breast like
that? They were each so soft and supple under my
gentle rubbing. She reacted with a small gasp when I
pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingers. I
found out she was suddenly very ticklish on her belly
so I moved post haste to her groin region.
Her pussy mound was covered with a moderate spattering
of curly hairs, the sides of her pussy lips were more
sparsely covered. I noticed a sheen around the lower
opening of her pussy and a clumping of white stuff.
She was getting turned on! I poured more lotion in my
hands then applied it to her pussy mound. To keep from
pulling her hairs, I carefully followed their natural
direction and worked it in along the creases between
her legs and crotch. Her outer pussy lips were so
full, almost as if they were becoming engorged by
being turned on. I allowed myself a little diversion
as I finished her pussy by pulling my hands up from
her ass crack toward her mound along the crest of her
pussy lips. One hand on each side. One finger from
each hand trailed along in her slick crack, feeling
every little fold and nuance of her inner lips that
were hiding just below the surface.
I took a deep breath then finished putting the sun
screen on her legs. "There you go! Top on, life vest
on and then we'll have you two go one at a time so
that you know how it works."
Ideally I needed another set of eyes, but for a raft
pull, I felt comfortable with them both in the water
and me watching constantly. But I wanted them to get
comfortable with it before I tried that.
And they got the hang of it easily. First Celeste had
a couple of wild rides, then Kristine. Finally I let
them both try it out together. And while they were
both over the side of the boat, I whipped my aching
dick out of the confines of my shorts and tugged and
pulled till it splattered white frothy cum all over my
tee shirt. (I washed it out first chance I got.)
It was finally time to go pack it in. I had joined
them in the water briefly just to cool off and to
finish cooling off ol' Woody. I had the add bonus of
watching their cute little rears climb up out of the
water and disappear over the edge of the boat. My cock
leaped forward in happy response. I thus had to wait a
while before I climbed up and out.
We motored back to the dock, put the boat away and
carried our stuff out. It was a bit of a walk back up
to where we parked and I took the ice chest and the
girls took the food basket and stuff. I caught myself
again thinking just how cute they looked in their
bikinis and sandals. They ran on ahead up a little
path in between oak trees and brush. I reached the
parking lot and was coming from around a tall stand of
brush when I heard their voices. Not happy or excited
voices -- rather scared and weirded out sort of
voices.
"No, not interested!" That was Kristine's voice.
What in the world was going on? I spied them about
twenty yards ahead of me and an older guy -- a bum,
really -- was talking with them. I hurried over to
them as quickly as lugging an ice chest would let me.
"Can I help you?" I asked loudly, inserting myself
into the conversation.
"No, no," he said and backed away. "I was just asking
if they needed help. That's all."
As he left, Kristine and Celeste both crowded next to
me. Celeste actually shivered slightly in spite of the
heat of the day. "That was weird!" she finally said
under her breath.
"He was weird!" Kristine replied.
We were at my truck by that point. I set the ice chest
in the back and asked, "What was that all about?"
"Matt, we were just walking along," Kristine began.
"We were talking about our tan lines," Celeste
interrupted.
"I had just pointed at my bikini waist band when
Weirdo asked if we needed any help." Kristine
finished.
"We didn't know what he was talking about," Celeste
went on, "So he said, 'I can help you look in there
for whatever you've lost. I'm sure I could find it.'
And then he started laughing all weird and
everything."
I hugged both of them close to me and realized that
this was the first time either of them had any
unwanted sexual advance pushed onto them. It had to be
strange and disconcerting. I glanced across the
parking lot and saw a tall, healthy and thick stand of
poison oak over by the path where we had come up.
"Girls?" I began. "How did you get up to the parking
lot so much faster than I did?"
"Took a short cut," Celeste answered.
"Where?" I asked.
"Right up between those bushes," Kristine replied.
"Oh, no!" My fears were realized. "Those bushes are
poison oak!" I had a case of poison oak the previous
Spring. It was not fun. And my sisters had walked up
by those bushes wearing only bikinis. They would die
if they caught it that bad! Perhaps I was overplaying
my fears but I really didn't want them to see them
with a full blown case of poison oak.
I probably did overstate the seriousness -- and I was
probably gruffer than I should have been. But I was
scared for them. Those bushes of poison oak that they
had walked next to and in between were towering huge
bushes!
The girls were silent the whole ride home. Scared of
what poison oak would do -- and most likely, scared of
how serious I had become. By the time we arrived home,
I also began to realize that they were also scared
from the unwanted perv talking to them -- and then I
turn up the scare factor with my poison oak alert.
"I'm sorry for making it sound so bad," I finally
said. "Poison oak *can* be bad and I don't want you to
experience that."
"What are we going to do?" Kristine said softly.
"I have some soap that cuts through the poison oak
oils and does a good job of keeping you from getting a
full blown case of it. And we're going to wash
everything right away to keep from spreading it. So...
on the way in, drop all your clothes and towels in the
laundry room, then head for the bathtub. I'll get the
soap."
It was a bit of a slow motion dash unloading the
pickup and running upstairs. Once inside, the girls
stripped and left their stuff by the washing machine.
I dug around on the shelves till I found the special
soap. I purchased it after my run in with poison oak.
I heard the water running. I tossed all but my shorts
in the washer then headed up to give the soap to the
girls. I had every intention of dropping it off and
leaving. Seriously. I mean, I had already pushed the
envelope way too far that day with being the touchy-
feely-while-they're-nude sort of guy.
I knock on their bathroom door, then opened it. The
shower was running and they were in the shower, but
not much was happening. The shower was a tub/shower
sort of thing. It could be a tub, or turning the
faucet, it could be a shower. Thus it had enough room
for two to stand in the shower at once.
"Here's the soap," I said, handing it in to the
closest girl.
Kristine took it but just looked at me. Celeste gave
me a pitiful look too.
"The quicker you wash it off the better chance you
have of not getting the itchies," I said.
"How?" Kristine said finally.
"Just scrub it hard," I answered.
"Do we have to touch it?" she whined.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I don't want to touch it and get it worse," she
replied.
"I'm not touching her either," Celeste added.
"Come on," I pleaded. "You have to hurry."
The water kept splashing around and they looked at me
with pitiful eyes. My heart melted again. They were
only kids -- little girls, really. Only 12 years old
and they'd been through a lot already: in addition to
Mom dying, now a verbal sexual advance and a brush
with poison oak and a brother who got overly gruff.
"It's been a rough afternoon," I said. "Do you need
some help?"
Both girls nodded and I found myself again ready to
rub down two nearly teenage girls' bodies. I was much
more methodical about the process this time. I
concentrated on their arms, shoulders and backs. Their
tits, crotches and asses were covered with cloth --
scanty cloth, 'tis true -- but covered nonetheless. It
still gave me a lot of time to see their beautiful
bodies glistening in the shower water. After finishing
one girl's upper body, I turned to clean the other.
Quickly! I told myself. Must get the poison oak off. I
also talked out loud my rationale for cleaning them
quickly. Both girls were still rather quiet.
This whole time, I had been standing just outside the
shower with the shower door partly open. I was at the
back of the tub-shower so I soaped one girl up,
scrubbed her skin with the soap and a washcloth then
sent her in to rinse off.
Now it was time to scrub their hips and legs. I knelt
down on a towel and began soaping up Kristine's hips.
She turned and I was face-to-muff with her cute little
pussy. My cock surged again in my shorts -- I had been
real good up to that point. The water had matted her
sparse bush and parted the hairs so that they went on
either side of her pussy slit. As I scrubbed her
thighs, she spread her legs along me room to wash in
between her legs. That action opened up her outer
pussy lips to reveal the wrinkly inner lips and the
clitoral hood that seemed to point right at me,
beckoning. My dick was quivering excitedly. I leaned
against the side of the tub and found that it added to
the stimulation. I re-focused and kept scrubbing.
"Almost done," I told myself. I gently turned her
around and now her butt stared right back at my face.
She leaned against the shower wall as I pressed hard
into her legs to finish scrubbing. I could see right
into her butt crack -- the tiny anal ring, the back
edge of her pussy where her inner lips spilled out.
She had no dark hairs growing back there yet -- at
least that I could see.
I patted her leg and said, "All done. Rinse off now."
She moved and Celeste took her place in front of me.
Celeste turned so her pussy was pointed right at my
face -- mere inches away. Her lovely, bare, not a bit
of dark, wiry hair or bush on it pussy. And she had
planted her feet so that her legs were wide apart.
That caused her pussy lips to open up, revealing the
slender inner lips and pointy clitoral hood. My dick
spasmed with joy at the sight of such beauty. I
pressed in hard against the tub edge to keep from
shooting my load right there.
I tried hard to focus on soaping up the washcloth and
scrubbing her thighs. But she lost her balance and
stepped forward and caught her balance on my head and
shoulder. That left her pussy right next to my face.
Amidst the soap I smelled her scent. It was all I
could do to keep from licking that wet slit right then
and there. But then she straightened up, giggled and I
continued scrubbing her legs.
I turned her to finish up the back side of her legs
and caught my breath as she planted her legs apart and
leaned against the shower wall. Her ass crack was wide
open and her pussy was very visible from underneath. I
was nearly losing it. My dick was a steel rod that
quivered within my shorts. If I didn't press against
the tub side, I would certainly spurt my cum. But
pressing against the tub side added more pressure and
stimulation in addition to the visual display.
I patted her hips and said with a very strained voice,
"All done. You can rinse off now."
Celeste turned around, bent over and kissed my cheek.
My dick unleashed torrents of cum. I tried to cover it
by pretending to rinse out the washcloth, but I had no
control over my voice and I sure didn't trust it
enough to use it. And now I had a huge, growing wet
spot on my front. The only thing I could do was scoop
up some of the water and splash it all over Kristine
then Celeste. It worked. They shrieked and laughed
then splashed me back with a lot of water. I was
soaked. The wet spot was covered.
"Wash your hair too," I finally said, standing up and
grabbing the towel I was kneeling on.
I quickly left and went to my bathroom and pumped my
still turgid dick till it spewed another load of white
jism into the sink. "What had I gotten into?" I
wondered as I began my own shower.
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Chapter 3
Believe it or not, things did not progress out of
control from that point. The girls were still somewhat
free about parading around the condo in their
underwear, but that was so much more cover than the
nude display that they gave me. And gave me twice, up
close, personal, with my hands all over their bodies.
No, my dick was not always rock solid. It was usually
semi-hard, and I got in the habit of wearing briefs
that would hold my cock tight against my body instead
of boxer shorts or something that would allow it to be
loose and floppy and easily expanding into the "Tent
of Mischief"!
The girls did enlist my help after their showers. They
wanted me to brush and comb their hair "just like
Mamma used to do." Oh, break my heart, will ya'?
Seriously. So after their baths or showers, they would
come out to the den, and sit in front of me, in
between my legs, and I would brush their hair.
It was early on while I was combing Celeste's hair
that she declared, "I should really let my hair grow
longer."
"Why so, sis?" Kristine asked.
"Then Matt would have to spend longer brushing it."
That brought a laugh from both of them.
I only rolled my eyes. I did enjoy being with them.
And since it was still summer and quite warm, they
would come down wearing only their panties and a
towel. Sometimes just a towel. The visual perks for
this job were very, very rewarding!
"Say," Kristine suddenly said. "Matt is more than a
brother to us, isn't he?"
Celeste nodded.
"But he's not really a father," Kristine went on. "But
shouldn't he have a special title?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, wondering where this
would end up.
"Oh, something like a brother plus a father," Kristine
explained.
"Oh, like a Brather?" Celeste laughed.
"Or a Dather?"
"No, no, a Brody!" Celeste said, almost jumping up and
down on the stool in front of me. She turned to look
at me and said with a huge smile, "You're our Brody!
Our brother and our daddy all rolled up in one."
"Yes!" Kristine agreed. "That's perfect!"
I thought about it for a few moments then smiled. "I
like that. But does that make you my daugh-sters?"
"Eww, no!" they both wrinkled their noses and laughed.
Celeste turned back around, pressing her naked top
into me, and gave me a big hug. "No, Brody, I'm your
Celeste, and this is your Kristine. That's about as
special as it gets."
Their school started up mid-August but we still had
the Labor Day weekend to "go do something." So I took
them out to a great swimming hole up on the American
River. Very few people went there and it was a little
bit of a drive. I was going to have the girls bring
their one piece suits, but they pointed out that those
were hopelessly small. I thought back to the drive
across the country when I first saw them in those
suits. Yep! They were poured in and the girls probably
both had grown since that time.
We got to the wide spot on the road where I parked the
truck. We picked up our small backpacks and began the
hike down to the river. The swimming hole was another
half mile or more further upstream. It was a beautiful
day. The sun was shining brightly, the temperature was
in the 90s and the water was cool since it had been a
good snow pack from the previous winter. I warm the
girls about how cold the water could be and promptly
got splashed by Kristine.
We had walked in several hundred yards when I picked
up a good sized stick and broke the tip off by jumping
on it to make it a little smaller. Just right for a
walking stick.
"Hey, could you make me one?" Celeste asked.
She handed a good sized branch to me and I placed it
against a rock and tried to snap it to make it
smaller. I just bounced off.
"Okay, I got it this time," I laughed and replaced the
stick.
I took a running start then jumped on it with both
feet. This may not have been my brightest moment. The
stick did break, but I had a lot of momentum. As the
stick broke, my foot kept on going and impelled itself
on a piece of wood that was underneath it. I was only
wearing tennis shoes so the sharp bit of wood easily
went up through my instep. At the same time part of
the stick that snapped twisted back and gouged the
inner part of my thigh. That's right, boys and girls:
I was only wearing short pants. I had a major
laceration, a major, deep cut with a weird flap of
skin hanging off at an awkward angle.
I crumpled over in pain and shock. Both girls ran over
to me and I remember someone crying out, "Oh, Matt!" I
was bleeding from the lacerations on my inner thigh as
well as the impelled stick in my foot. I tried to take
the stick out of my foot and nearly passed out from
the pain.
"This isn't working," Celeste suddenly said.
I distinctly remember the tone in her voice changed
and she just took charge. Just as well as I was
starting to fade in and out.
"We have to get him up to the truck and then down to a
hospital," she went on. "And I'd rather do it while he
can still help us a little."
"How we gonna do that?" Kristine asked. I remember
hearing the fear in her voice.
"One step at a time."
Somehow they got me back up the hill and then they
laid me in the back of the pickup. I was still
bleeding fairly strongly out of my foot. I remember
the girls taking my knife and pealing my shoe and sock
off my foot then wrapping it with strips of cloth. I
had no idea at that time where the cloth came from. I
just remember laying my head on Kristine's lap and her
holding a drink for me. (You know how hard it is to
drink while laying down?!) I was still bleeding from
the lacerations on my thigh, but not as bad. Kristine
applied a compress there and then I vaguely remember
we started moving. I looked up at her and she
whispered, "It'll be okay. Just close your eyes and
save your strength." She was only wearing her bikini
top. I was pretty sure she still had on her shorts,
but why was her shirt off? I remember a couple of bad
jerks and her leaning over me to hold me and her chest
pressed down into my face. Her lovely, cushy, spring
12 year old tits -- covered only by thin fabric --
pressing into my face. I didn't mind really, but I
remember thinking that somehow that was not the way
that it was supposed to be. She sat back up and I
gazed up at the underside of her boobs and her
distinct cleavage before I drifted off to sleep again.
It was some time later that I felt a big bump and
Kristine gasped. I started awake and realized that we
were in motion. I couldn't imagine how so I grasped
her arm and said in a sudden, alarmed voice, "The
truck is moving!"
She patted my hand then wiped my cheek and forehead.
"It's okay. I think we're almost there."
"Almost where?" I asked.
"At the hospital."
I couldn't make the calculations then. I was far too
out of it. But that had to be a twenty or thirty
minute drive up and out of the ravine up to the top
and into Auburn and then to find the hospital. And I
was still missing something from the puzzle, but I was
too addled to figure out what. But who was driving the
pickup?
"We're here," Kristine suddenly said.
I heard another voice yell, "Hey! We need a gurney
over here stat!" The voice sounded very familiar. I
tried to sit up, but Kristine held me tightly.
Suddenly there were several nurses around me and I was
lifted onto a gurney and wheeled into the emergency
room.
About ten or fifteen minutes later as I was being
prepped for surgery, the nurse asked me, "Your
children out there did a good job of helping you."
"My sisters," I replied.
She looked at me funny then repeated, "Sisters?"
"Yes. Weren't there two of them?" I was suddenly
worried that Celeste was left behind since I had only
seen Kristine during the whole transit.
"There were two," she said strangely then hurriedly
left the room.
A couple of minutes later she had returned with
Celeste and Kristine in tow. Celeste wore a doctor's
scrub-green top and a bit of an embarrassed look.
Kristine looked relieved and pleased all at the same
time. She too had a doctor's green scrub top.
"My apologies," the nurse said to me. "There were two.
But I was confused since this one," she pointed at
Celeste, "was shirtless and sitting in the driver's
seat looking every bit as confident as a young
teenaged boy."
"Shirtless?" I asked.
"You needed bandages," Celeste replied.
"What about your bikini?"
"You needed a lot of bandages. We took what we had --
even Kristine's. Shoot, we even used your shirt too."
The nurse laughed then said, "That explains why that
was wrapped around his leg!"
"Wait a moment," I said, just finally processing what
the nurse said. "You were in the driver's seat?"
"Brody, there was no one else," Celeste answered. "I
was tallest and I reached the pedals. I'm just glad
that your truck wasn't stick."
"You drove me to the hospital?" I asked, hardly
believing.
"Did a good job too," the nurse replied. "The pickup
still looks in good condition."
I lay back and closed my eyes. I could not fathom how
this 12 year old had navigated the pickup up those
narrow roads and into the city streets. I also
couldn't imagine how she would willingly go topless in
public just because I needed bandages. I was hoping
that she wasn't embarrassed by being thought a boy.
"Your sisters really saved your bacon," the nurse
said, breaking through my thoughts. She turned to my
sisters and said, "He'll be in surgery for a little
while then you can come talk with him again."
I caught Celeste's hand. "Thank you."
She smiled. Kristine grasped my other hand and
squeezed.
"And thank you too," I whispered.
The nurse placed something over my face and the next
thing I remembered was waking up in a different room
with Celeste and Kristine on either side of me. The
doctor came in and told me just how lucky I was that I
hadn't done much more damage than ripping my foot up,
breaking a small bone in the instep but I had missed
the major nerves and arteries in the foot as well as
the major vessels in my thigh.
He was just starting to talk about the need for my
staying overnight when the nurse who was in ER with me
popped into the room. "Dr. Andersen," she said, "if I
may, I'd like to point out that his two sister were
the ones who brought him in and that they have no one
to look out for them if he is to stay here overnight."
He looked over his glasses at my sisters then said,
"You brought your brother in?"
"Yes, sir," Celeste replied. "I drove and she sat in
the back keeping him secure."
"You drove him?" The doctor was obviously surprised.
"And not only that," the nurse put in, "did you see
the impromptu bandages and braces that they had?"
"I am impressed," the doctor said. "Where did you
learn first aid like that?"
"Our mom had us take a summer class last year,"
Kristine said.
"Really!" The doctor looked again at my charts then
said to the nurse, "He probably could go home but he
cannot drive. These don't look old enough to drive
either."
"They're not," she agreed. "But a couple of the other
nurses and I have a plan."
"A plan?" he chuckled. "Is that allowed?"
"Yes, because we're off our shifts now." She looked at
me then said, "We are so impressed by what your
sisters did for you that we want to help you out and
make sure that you get back home and set up with the
least amount of problems."
I looked at her and tried to say something.
"Don't worry about it. We'll take your truck home as
well as the three of you. You'll be fine. Wouldn't you
think, Dr. Andersen?"
"I was going to order an explanation of how to dress
and care for the wounds, but if you and the other
nurses were willing to show that," he paused then
looked back and forth between me and my sisters.
"Then, I would be happy to sign off on his release
tonight."
It was still another hour before I was released, and
it was only as I was being wheeled out to the nurse's
car that I found out just how late it was -- after 10
pm! The nurse, a no-nonsense sort of late 40-ish
woman, told us her name was Mary. Two of her
colleagues had agreed to help out too. They ferried
me, the girls and my pickup back to my condo, then
help Kristine and Celeste set me up on the couch in
the den. There was no way that I wanted to try
climbing the stairs. They showed the girls how to
change the bandages, what to watch out for and gave
them explicit instructions that I was not to be left
alone for the first couple of days. "No, young man --
not even when you go pee. We don't want you tipping
over. Your pain meds are pretty strong."
I was to be off the strong pain meds after a day --
switching over to ibuprofen with the antibiotics. That
meant that if the pain wasn't too bad, I could go to
work by Wednesday.
"You're serious?" nurse Mary asked.
"Quite. I have next to no time off."
"What have you been doing with your life?" she laughed
at me.
Celeste quickly stuck up for me, "He used it all up
when Mamma died and he brought us out to California."
Mary was quiet for a few moments. "That puts a
different spin on things. I think I understand why
your sisters love you so much and have done so much
for you already." She patted my shoulder and pulled
the blanket over me. "Get some sleep. I think you're
going to be just fine. You're in real good hands
here."
Celeste sat next to me on the floor. "I'll take the
first watch."
Mary smiled and nodded to the other nurses. Kristine
showed them to the door. I was nearly asleep by the
time Kristine came back. I remember Celeste asking
Kristine to wait a few moments and she would go get
her stuff for the night.
I heard voices a little later and figured it was
Celeste and Kristine saying good night. Someone kissed
my forehead. I looked up and saw Kristine.
"Good night, Brody. You really had us scared."
I reached out to pat her leg and found bare skin. I
wasn't certain what part of her I had touched.
A moment later I felt a second kiss. I looked up and
Celeste's face was inches away from mine. "I'm going
to be sleeping right here next to you on the floor,"
she said. "If you need anything, just let me know."
"On the floor?" I weakly began. "That seems so wrong."
"Don't worry about me. The floor is carpeted and I
have several layers of blankets. You're in more pain
than I'll be."
She laid her head lightly across my chest and cradled
my cheek in one of her hands. "I'm so glad that you're
okay now. You looked real bad off for a while."
I smiled at her and placed one hand on her head. "You
drove the truck the whole way?"
She gave a half laugh. "I did. Although I might have
lost a few points as I was starting out."
"Did you hit anything?"
"No. Almost did. And went off the pavement several
times."
"You did fine." I was quiet for a few moments then
remembered to ask, "Were you embarrassed that the
nurse thought you were a boy?"
"Maybe a little," she said softly. She rubbed my
stubble lightly with her fingers.
"I don't think that they were expecting a 12 year old
to come driving in and be shirtless. It made more
sense in their minds to interpret it as a teenaged boy
-- not a girl.
"I will get tits, won't I?"
"Yes, you will, Celeste." I stroked her hair. "And
even if you don't, you and Kristine will always be the
cutest girls in my book!"
"Aw, Brody!" She reached up and gave me a big kiss.
"You say the nicest things just as if you really were
our daddy."
"Just facts, ma'am."
A few minutes later I was asleep again. Sometime after
that I vaguely remember a weight lifting from my chest
as Celeste left for her spot on the floor. I slept
soundly and dreamlessly waking only when I changed
positions and the pain of one of my wounds got to me.
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Chapter 4
It was the next morning that the magnitude of my
injuries came into sharper focus. I'm sure some of it
was the pain meds wearing off, some of it was the day
after ALWAYS is more painful, but some of it was the
embarrassment of having to let one of the girls (or
both) help me even to use the john. I had a walking
boot on my bad foot -- the left -- and a crutch to
help, but I still needed someone to spot me lest I get
too tipsy.
"The nurse said that I have to stay with you," Celeste
pointed out as I reached the downstairs toilet. I was
standing there in a tee shirt and short pants. I
suddenly became aware that I had no underwear on
underneath. I stood there trying to think of what the
best course of action was.
"Brody, it's not as though we don't know what you look
like. And you've seen us too. So just deal with it and
do your potty thing."
She was so matter-of-fact and take-charge when the
situation required it. And there really was no
alternative. I pulled my shorts down and winced at
bending the wound. Then I sat on the toilet and looked
up at Celeste. She stood there, leaning against the
door frame.
"You know the reason why I hesitated?" I asked as the
piss began streaming out.
She shook her head.
"Propriety," I answered. "What would others think and
could I get in trouble because of this?"
"I don't think so," she replied. "It was pretty much
the nurse's orders."
"Exactly. But if the nurse hadn't said that, then I
might not have been as easily excused."
She watched me for a few moments then said, "all
because it's so weird if a man does something with an
under aged girl?"
"Yep!"
"Weird." She helped me back to my feet then pulled my
shorts up for me. The waistband caught on my scrotum
and she nervously laughed. "I don't think that I've
ever had something in the way of pulling up my pants
before." She pulled it out over my equipment then
fastened the button and zipped me up. "I think it
would be easier if you had something like sweat
shorts. We'll change you later."
"Maybe after I get a bath or something," I said.
"No baths for at least two weeks. Doctor's orders."
"Oh, right." That prospect really dampened my outlook.
"Sponge baths are okay. Kristine and I will figure out
how to get you freshened up, okay?"
I leaned on her and hobbled with the crutch. "You're
okay, you know that Celeste?"
"You are too, Brody. We'll get you well as soon as
possible."
I was utterly worn out by the time I lay back on my
couch-bed. Celeste took her job of not letting me out
of her sight very seriously and waited until Kristine
ambled downstairs before she ran for the bathroom to
pee. I wasn't asleep, but it took too much energy to
sit up. Kristine sat by me and held my hand. Celeste
returned and filled her in on everything that had
happened and announced that she was going to make some
breakfast. "We'll go easy for you, Brody. A little
toast and apple juice and we'll see how that settles."
I was so hungry, but I submitted to her food regime.
Just as well. After the third piece of toast, my
stomach began playing tricks on me. The girls insisted
that I take a nap. When I woke up Kristine asked,
"Feeling better?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
"Then maybe we should try a little sponge off and
change your bandages. Celeste mentioned that you would
be more comfortable in your sweat shorts."
I think I blushed.
"Don't worry about it, Brody. You need our help. We're
here to help." She took my hand and squeeze it.
"Kristine, it's like I told Celeste. This is very
weird and potentially very awkward because of what
society thinks."
"I know. She told me. But you don't have to worry. We
won't tell anyone."
"Thank you, dear. You will be sensitive and help me
because this is so potentially awkward?"
She kiss my cheek then said, "Most certainly."
Celeste appeared with a basin, a towel and a washcloth
as well as a change of clothes.
"Can we take this in steps?" I asked, feeling very
apprehensive.
"Such as?" Kristine asked.
"Oh, I know. Just wash part at a time and then recover
him. Right, Brody?" Celeste set the basin down next to
the couch and left the towel draped over her shoulder.
"That might work," I agreed.
They helped me to a sitting position then eased my
shirt off. So far it didn't seem too bad. Celeste
carefully used one washcloth with a little soap then
Kristine took the second one that was damp to finish
rinsing me. They dried my top off and slipped a new
shirt over me.
"I must admit, it feel good to be clean and in
something that doesn't smell."
"Then you'll love the finished product," Celeste
replied. "Let's take your shorts off."
Okay. Here was the moment of truth. What would Mr.
Woody do? So far he was on his best behavior. So far
he had not shown up at all. I leaned on Kristine as
Celeste undid the button and zipper then slipped my
shorts down. She was careful not to catch the
waistband on any extraneous appendages nor on the
bandages along my thigh. Now I was sitting in a tee
shirt with my privates blowing in the breeze.
Kristine said, "We should change the bandage too."
Celeste nodded and began to pull the bandages off.
That was painful. I *hate* the tape pulling on all my
little hairs. I suppose the up side to it was that I
was so focused on the bandage removal that I had no
thought of sensuality at all.
I finally saw just how long and deep the gash was.
"Wow," I muttered. "That's ugly!"
"It'll leave a cool scar that you'll be able to show
someone someday," Kristine replied with a little
laugh.
"I'll get the fresh bandage," Celeste said, quickly
leaving the room. In a moment she was back with gauze
and medicine and tape.
Kristine carefully wiped all around the sutures with
the soapy washcloth then wiped with the fresh rinse.
Celeste dabbed my thigh dry. The girls then turned
their attention to rebandaging my wound and in short
order I had a fresh bandage over the sutures. Then
Celeste picked up the soapy washcloth and began wiping
around my privates. Suddenly I felt awkward and weird.
"Be careful, dear," I whispered.
"I will," she replied softly.
First one side of my scrotum then the other. Then she
lifted my dick in her hand and wrapped it in the
washcloth and gently pulled it through. I could not
believe the thoughts that were going through my head.
Thoughts of "Wow, that feels great!" and "Oh, my
goodness! She's touching my dick!" as well as "If only
that was her vagina that my dick was rubbing against!"
And yes, my dick did inflate. Not all the way, but
enough that we both noticed it.
"Wow, it's changing!" she whispered.
"It does that. Sometimes without warning," I replied
hardly willing to make eye contact with her.
"I saw it!" Kristine added. "It almost doubled in size
while I was watching!"
"And the more you focus and touch it, the more it
might respond. And that's not a good thing," I
answered, seriously hoping that we could keep this
thing legal.
Celeste nodded and quietly said, "Okay." Then she
wiped my scrotum and the line leading to my ass.
Kristine followed with her fresh water rinse. It was
cool and help defuse the excitement that Mr. Woody
thought he should be feeling. The girls quickly worked
down my legs and carefully cleaned in between each
toe. On the other foot, they carefully removed the
bandages and for the first time I saw the damage that
the stick did. Ugly, bruised, jagged sutures on my
instep and a nice matching (albeit tinier) wound on
the top of my foot. I grew a bit woozy just looking at
it. Fortunately the girls were naturals when it came
to nursing. The bandages were back on and my socks
gently pulled up over the whole mess. They left the
walking boot off for the time being.
"We need to clean the other side," Kristine said.
"Could you lie face down now?"
That wasn't as potentially embarrassing so I readily
leaned back then rolled over. Although rolling over
did take quiet some effort.
They started at my toes and soles of my feet and
slowly worked their way back up. It was delicious
anticipation as they slowly approached my ass and then
finally wiped within my ass crack and rinsed it with
the second swipe. Mr. Woody totally approved of their
technique and erupted in an ecstatic display of
whoopee!
But the sponge bath was over.
"You can roll back over, Brody," Kristine said, gently
pulling on my shoulders.
"What if I just stay here?" I replied.
"You need your shorts on," Celeste answered.
"Oh, fine." I started turning and they helped me. My
thigh was still throbbing something horribly and very
tender to the touch. That did take some of the turgor
out of my cock.
Once on my back they saw my inflated dick but purposed
not to say anything. I almost wished that they *had*
spoken about it. It felt so weird having it all turgid
and erect but the girls not saying anything.
After I was outfitted with new shorts, Celeste asked,
"Do you want something more to eat? Or would you like
to rest?"
"Both," I answered.
"We can do that," Kristine laughed. "I'll get a
toasted cheese sandwich for you."
"That sounds so good!"
As Kristine went into the kitchen, Celeste whispered
to me as placed her hand on my arm, "I'm sorry that we
embarrassed you. It had to be done."
"I know," I replied. "But I wasn't embarrassed as much
as weirded out."
"What do you mean?" She asked. "You thing was suddenly
very rigid."
"I know. That's not embarrassment. Although I might be
embarrassed because of it. That it just something that
a guy's dick does. It gets stimulated and suddenly it
inflates."
"Oh," she thought for a few moments then asked, "So
sometimes it's all rigid like that when it is sexually
excited?"
"Yes. And sometimes only when it is mechanically
stimulated." I was in a hurry to explain.
After the sandwich, I rested well into the afternoon.
Celeste and Kristine took turns watching over me. I
was determined to get off the strong pain medicine
since it really messed with my head and made me loopy.
Dinner for me was Jello and a baked potato. I begged
for some of the girls' hamburgers and they let me have
one after I proved that I wasn't going to get nauseous
or anything. After dinner I still wasn't focusing all
that well, but I knew that the girls needed a
diversion -- shoot! I needed one too! I sent Kristine
off around the block to pick up a video to watch. She
returned a little later with "The Princess Bride." It
actually held my attention and was fairly funny
(perhaps due to the pain meds).
After it was over, Celeste said, "We should change
your bandages one more time tonight."
I looked her in the eye and said, "As you wish."
Both girls' faces lit up in huge smiles at that. "And
we love you too," Kristine answered, giving me a big
hug.
"So, Brody," Celeste began as she started removing my
bandages. "How are you supposed to know if it is 'True
Love' or not?"
I chuckled. "That's just movie-talk."
"Mamma said that she and her first husband -- you
know, your dad -- had it."
I thought about that for a few moments. "Yeah, I'll
give you that. But the second one was decidedly not."
That lay there like a dud for several awkward moments
before I added, "The only thing good that came out of
it was you two. And I mean it."
Kristine giggled and quoted the movie, "Anyone want a
peanut?"
Celeste and I both laughed.
"That's what's so great about you, Brody," Celeste
went on. "You know exactly what to say to make us feel
good and accepted."
"I'm only saying what the truth is," I replied. "It's
easier that way."
Both girls gave me a sweet, endearing kiss like a
father might receive from his daughters. I was so
happy that the girls were living with me. We needed
each other. We really were the only family that any of
us had left.
Now my accident was on my normal Friday off. This
first day at home was a Saturday which meant that I
still had Sunday and Labor Day Monday to recuperate. I
drifted off to sleep and had strange dreams about work
and trying to explain what happened and not being able
to climb the stairs to my cubicle and the boss
standing there with his finger tapping his wrist
watch.
Suddenly I was awakened by Kristine gently shaking my
shoulders. "Brody, are you okay?"
"What?"
"You were moaning something awful. Are you okay?"
I thought about it for a moment then replied, "That
was my dream. I guess I was having a bit of a
nightmare."
"Want to tell me about it?" She pulled her blanket
over her and leaned on my chest.
I smiled in the dark because that is something that
Mom used to do anytime one of us had a bad dream.
"Tell me about it," she would say. "Once you get it
out so others can see it, it's not nearly as bad.
Sometimes you can actually laugh at it."
"Yeah, maybe so." And as I explained my dream, I
became very aware of her tits pressing against the
side of my rib cage. And as I noticed that, my dick
began to get a little happy too. Shoot in those loose
sweat shorts I had on, there was LOTS of room for him
to grow and be happy! I was suddenly wishing that I
had a little more "alone time" so that I could let Mr.
Woody go on a small date with Rosey Palm. This was
going to be awkward if my randiness kept showing up.
I placed one hand over Kristine's back and lightly
rubbed. Yikes! She had no bra on either. Not that she
wore one often when at home but in my state of
heightened sexual awareness, it was an additional
excitement.
"How's your thigh doing?" she asked. I believe she
meant to touch my hip and pat it as she referenced my
wounds, but instead, she placed her hand right on my
very erect dick. She hesitated, felt it again with a
little squeeze then pulled her hand back. "Oh, my, I'm
sorry," she giggled nervously.
"You did nothing wrong," I said, patting her back. "If
you're going to be a nurse, you have to understand
that your patient will have all sorts of reactions and
physical states."
"So that thing just randomly gets hard?"
"Sometimes. Usually it is because of something."
"Like what?" She still had her head on my chest and
her tits were still pressing into my ribs.
"You know the more common items such as sex or
imagining something sexual or looking at something
sexy."
"That wasn't happening *now* was it?" Her voice had an
edge to it.
"Not at all. There are other things such as something
rubbed up against it, or somehow it decides to get
erect during a dream -- and the dream may have nothing
to do with sex -- or like right now, I have to go pee,
but squeezing my muscles to keep from peeing is very
similar to the muscles that squeeze to make the dick
inflate. That's why guys often will wake up in the
morning with a hard dick."
"So you gotta go pee now?" She sat up.
"Yeah. But it's awkward since my dick is all hard,
that means that I won't be able to take a leak until
it deflates. So this may take some time."
"As you wish," she replied then kissed my cheek.
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Chapter 5
I actually did heal. The nurse named Mary who helped
drive us home that night stopped by on Sunday
afternoon to check on me and the girls. She was very
complimentary of how well the girls were nursing me
back to health. "You may have found a possible
career," she smiled.
Sunday night I walked upstairs and slept in my own
bed. Both the girls made sure to sleep next to me. "So
we can hear you if you need something," Celeste said.
"Plus, we'll keep you from falling out of bed,"
Kristine added.
And they did block me in. I was hemmed in between two
lovely 12 year old who both wore their normal night
tee shirt and panties. The only thing keep me from
having a permanent hard-on all night long was the dull
ache in my foot and the occasional sharp stabs of pain
as I turned wrong. But that's not to say that I didn't
think about their bodies so near me through the night.
Well, I actually got back to work on Thursday of that
next week. That meant only missing two days. I was
able to make that up. The girls went off to school on
Tuesday -- even though they both protested that I
shouldn't be left alone yet. That didn't fly since the
nurse on Sunday said I was doing very well. Plus I had
a trip to my personal doctor to double check things.
Boy! I'm glad I didn't have a clutch truck. And I was
REALLY glad that it was my left foot that was bunged
up.
Anyway, things started settling into a normal rhythm.
The girls at school then going out for cross country
in the afternoon. That was fine since I wasn't home
till 6 most days. Both girls had good endurance, but
Celeste seemed to be a natural runner: her long legs,
thin frame and I guess no breast tissue swaying in
another direction all added to her advantage.
It was my regular Friday off one day in late October.
I was looking forward to going to one of their cross
country meets the next day. The girls wouldn't be home
for another hour, I thought when suddenly the door
burst open and banged against the wall. This was
followed by a slam and pounding footsteps and muffled
sobs.
I jumped up not knowing what was happening when
Celeste ran into the room and grabbed a hold of me
hard. Her momentum carried us back and I sat down
abruptly on the couch again. She collapsed on top of
me. Any holding back of crying that she had been doing
now disappeared. She sobbed and cried into my
shoulder. I was pinned underneath her. Her knees were
on either side of my lap and her crotch was firmly
planted in my lap. I was very glad that my deep cut on
my thigh was not slightly higher.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" I said, holding her tightly.
She was in her track uniform and had obviously run a
good part of the way home. Her heart pounded in her
chest and I felt it against mine. She had the smell of
sweat about her, but it wasn't a strong, stinky,
mature odor. It was obviously a work-out smell, but
tinged with a certain youthfulness. I felt my tee
shirt under her face growing more and more moist.
"Are you hurt?" I asked, figuring that yes or no
questions might get me further.
She shook her head no.
"Are you in trouble?"
She nodded. My heart sunk. Both of the girls had shown
no signs of disrespect. Their teachers thoroughly
enjoyed them -- at least that's what was said on "Back
To School" night.
"Why don't you tell me what happened," I said,
brushing her hair out of her eyes.
She finally lifted her head. Her eyes were bloodshot
and puffy from crying. Grim streaked with her tears
stained her cheeks.
"It's all John Marshall's fault!" she finally got out
then sobbed again.
I heard the door open and close again. Much more
controlled this time.
"We're in the den, Kristine," I called out.
Kristine appeared, also wearing her track uniform and
holding two backpacks. "I got your stuff, Sis."
Celeste nodded.
"Do you know what happened?" I asked Kristine.
She nodded and sat down next to us. "Has she told you
everything yet?"
"Nothing really. She's been crying the whole time.
Could you start from the beginning and fill me in?"
So Kristine began and told how they were at track
practice when one of the older boys -- a ninth grader
I suppose -- started picking on Celeste and making fun
of the way she ran. "Which I don't get, since Celeste
is always one of the faster ones out there!" Kristine
commented. "Anyway, he was laughing and making snide
remarks all practice, but just so that a few of his
friends could hear, you know? And the coach didn't.
And he was all like 'that kid can't run' and then me
and Celeste heard it several times and Celeste
actually improved her time around the track."
"How fast?" I asked.
"She did a mile in well under seven minutes."
"Very respectable!"
"Anyway, as we were running by he cuts loose with
another zinger. 'He runs like a girl!' That got his
friends all laughing. But Celeste turned and walked up
to him and is all like 'What's that supposed to mean?'
He said, 'You run like a girl, you big pussy.' Then
Celeste said, "I am a girl you big dick head!' He's
all surprised then said, 'No you aren't cause you
don't have the bassoons hanging out here,' and then he
reached out and put his hands on her chest."
"Oh, my," I couldn't imagine a more rude boy. I wanted
to find him and teach him a lesson right then!
"But quick as a wink," Kristine went on, "Celeste just
reacted. She slapped his face hard. Most people around
the track heard the smack. Then she's all like 'If you
ever touch me again I will deck you, you big over
grown turd!' He didn't like being shown up like that
so he started posturing and said, 'Oh yeah? You and
what army?'" Kristine started laughing at this point.
"This is really good. Seriously! I'm soooo glad she's
my sister!" And she gave Celeste a big hug.
"What? What happened next?"
"Well, with him posturing like that and acting like he
was pumping his fists trying to show how big and
important he was, Celeste hauled off and decked him. I
mean, he was, like, you know, about ready to try to
throw a punch on her!"
"Decked him!?" I couldn't believe my ears!
Celeste smiled through the tears at that.
Kristine went on. "Yes! She hauled off and swung.
Swung really hard. Caught him on his cheek. His head
snapped around and he hit the ground. That's when
Celeste yelled, 'Don't you ever do that again, you
perv!' And then she started crying and sprinted home."
"Wow!" I had no idea what to say at that point.
"I stayed and told the coach everything that happened.
I don't think that Celeste is in trouble even though
she left practice without permission."
"Sound like I need to call the school?"
"Don't worry, coach is going to call here soon,"
Kristine said.
"So you're not in trouble," I said to Celeste who was
still on my lap just as she was -- though not crying
nor sobbing as much anymore.
"My troubles have only started," she whispered then
buried her face back into my shoulder.
Right then the doorbell rang. Kristine ran off to see
who it was. I gently lifted Celeste off my lap so that
I could get up when Kristine led in a man and a woman.
I stood up.
"Brody?" Kristine said, "This is Coach Petersen and
our principal, Ms. Houghston-Ross."
"Pleased to meet you both," I said, shaking their
hands. "I think I know why you're here. I just was
informed." I motioned to the other two chairs in the
room than sat back down next to Celeste.
"Mr. Oliver," the coach began, "I am first of all glad
to see that Celeste is okay. I suppose that Kristine
filled you in on everything?"
I nodded.
"Mr. Oliver," the principal chimed in. "Let me assure
you that we do not tolerate such behavior at our
school nor at its functions."
"I agree," I said. "But right now, I see that there
were at least two or more behaviors that you might be
talking about. Which of those is it that we don't
tolerate?"
Ms. Houghston-Ross looked at me then laughed. "Yes,
you're quite right. I see where your daughters get
their sharp wit."
I almost corrected her right then, but let it slide.
"What coach and I are talking about is the behavior of
that boy, John Marshall."
I felt relieved. I was seriously hoping that they
weren't going to fault Celeste for defending herself.
"So who was he?" I asked. "And I'm assuming that he's
off the team?"
"Actually, he was never on the team," Coach Petersen
answered. "He was a student at our school last year
but is at the high school now. I've also pulled the
boys that he was hanging with. They should not have
let him dis one of their team mates like that. It
should have been stopped long before Celeste having to
stop it like that."
"I've contacted the principal at the high school," Ms.
Houghston-Ross continued. "He will be suspended."
"Although, I must say," the coach said with a smirk.
"He has and is already suffering more biting
punishment than a school could dish out." He looked at
Celeste and winked. "We do not condone fisticuffs, but
self-defense is essential. Mr. Marshall is now
suffering the ignominy of being knocked out by a
seventh grader girl."
Kristine quietly said, "Yes!"
"So, Mr. Oliver," the principal said. "We wanted to
make sure that you knew that your daughter was
completely justified in defending herself against his
groping and she is welcome to participate in tomorrows
cross country meet."
"Thank you, ma'am. Just one small clarification. I am
their brother. Our mom passed away and I have legal
custody of them now."
"Oh, I'm sorry, please forgive my mistake."
"No worries," I said. "I would be honored if these two
were my daughters -- just am I am very pleased that
they are my sisters."
"Bravo," Coach said clapping. "They have only the
nicest things to say about you."
Many other little pleasantries were exchanged along
with information should we decide to press charges
against that boy. It was after they left that things
turned decidedly darker.
I gave Celeste another hug and asked, "Are you feeling
better now?"
"Are you serious?" She pulled away from me and asked,
"What's wrong with me?"
Uh-oh. Emotional time. And she wasn't even hormonal
impacted with her period or anything. "What do you
mean? I finally said. "There's nothing wrong with
you."
She ripped her track team shirt off and pointed at her
chest. "Nothing wrong? Are you blind? I don't have any
boobs! I'm 12 almost 13 and I don't have any stinking
tits or boobs!"
I did take a good look at her. While it was true that
Celeste was basically flat-chested, her tits actually
had grown since the summer when I had ample
opportunity to gaze upon them and touch them. Her
nipples were much softer looking and much wider and
puffier. Under them were two tiny little mounds that
had begun to swell.
"Celeste, you are growing. Your breasts are growing
too."
"Not really. Ol' perverted Turd Head thought I was a
boy." She stomped her foot. "It wasn't the first time
and it sure won't be the last because now everyone at
school will be making fun of me."
"Celeste," I said.
"I mean it. My career in junior high is toast."
Such drama! Such panache! Such an actress! "Celeste.
Would you look at yourself!"
"I have been. Kansas has more ups and downs than I
do."
"Shhh!" I said rather loudly. "Hush your drama now. I
know that you're upset but would you take a look at
what you do have. It is so beautiful."
Celeste was suddenly quiet. She stared at my face than
down at her chest then back at me then finally down at
her tits. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Very serious, dear Celeste."
"Then why the hey does every boy go goo-goo over big
tits?"
"First of all are you going to trust a junior high
boy's sense of fashion and good taste?"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kristine nodding.
Celeste even nodded and said, "Okay. Got me there."
"Second of all, I know that not every man in the world
thinks that big tits is best. Look, there are as many
tastes in tits as there are sizes of tits. Okay?"
Celeste deflated. All the fight went out of her. She
started crying. I pulled her close to me. Great sobs
shook her body. I let her snuggle close as I held her
to me and ran my hands over her bare back.
"Who would ever love me?" she cried.
"I do. Kristine does."
"No, I mean love me like a boyfriend."
"Don't rush it, Celeste. Good things come at the right
time. You'll find someone and he'll be the right
someone. Don't go falling for someone who can only
think of tits or ass or the like. There's a lot more
that makes a relationship work."
Kristine came over by then and hugged Celeste so that
Celeste was in the middle between us.
Celeste finally stopped crying as much then sniffled.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never acted
like that before."
"You've never had anyone do that to you before
either," Kristine whispered.
"I can't believe that you're so supportive," Celeste
said, wiping her eyes. "I mean, I stink!"
"I do too," Kristine agreed.
"And yet, you and Brody are here hugging me and loving
me. I should care a rat's back leg what anyone else
cares."
I kissed her cheek. It was very wet and salty.
"And I should get a shower." She looked up at me.
"Please don't leave me, Brody."
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, surprise at her
pleading.
"I mean, stay with me even while I shower. Don't leave
me. I don't want to be without you. I don't want to
imagine that you are NOT there to protect me."
"You want me there while you shower?" I asked, a
little dumbstruck.
"Yes. But you don't have to shower with me. I just
want you with me in the same room."
"Kristine's gotta take a shower too." I protested.
"Not the same. I want a handsome male with brawn to
defend me."
I looked at Kristine and wrinkled my brow.
"I think that's a good idea," Kristine said. "I'm okay
with it."
So, it looked as though my mind was made up for me. We
all went off to the upstairs bathroom. At first I just
stood as they stripped and sat on the toilet for their
duties. My dick was in a serious condition watching
their cute, naked bodies. When I said serious, I mean
that my dick was folded funny and caught in my
underwear so that it actually hurt as it started
becoming erect. As they briefly turned away from me, I
quickly turned and adjust my growing member.
The girls were seriously cute. Beautiful in fact.
Kristine had her shirt off and was slipping her sports
bra off. Yes, her tits had grown a little since the
summer. They were still perky, perfectly conical and
definitely B-cup size. She slipped out of her shorts
and took her panties off at the same time. What a
lovely ass: not fat but round and womanly in a small
sort of way. Her bush was still relatively thin but
noticeable -- a lovely vee pointing the way to her
pussy.
Celeste, Ah sweet Celeste. Delicate little nubs of
nipples capped tiny, almost imperceptible mounds. Her
pussy (from my vantage point) looked to be hair free
still. Her face was so cute, so innocent, so girl-like
beautiful. My blood almost started boiling again as I
thought about that lunk-head who was making fun of
Celeste and calling her a boy.
"Whachya thinking, Brody?" Kristine's voice brought me
back.
"What?"
"You were clenching your fists and had a far-away
look."
"Oh, I was just thinking about what that kid did. I
guess that I'm a little upset over it too."
She came over to me and kissed me. She kissed me just
like a sister would kiss her brother, or a daughter
her father. But she was buck naked. Her tits pressed
hard into my abdomen and as she pressed her body into
mine, I know that my dick was pressing back against
her.
"You are so sweet, Brody," she said.
I patted her bare rump and said something to break the
tension that I was feeling. "Celeste was right. Go get
your shower."
"Hey!" she laughed then retreated to the shower.
I sat down on the closed toilet and watched. Clear
glass doors on the bathtub shower made for a rather
erotic display. Kristine soaped up and I thrilled as
her tits moved and giggled and squished and molded to
her hands as she washed around them. She did the same
thing with her ass and suddenly I was imagining that
it was *my* hands that were holding her flesh and
causing it to move in all its supple wonderfulness.
She was turned sideways to me as she washed in her
crotch and pussy region. I was close to cumming as I
imagined my hands running over her labia and through
her little bush.
Celeste was waiting her turn under the shower and saw
me watching. I hoped that it wasn't obvious that I was
ogling and leering at them lecherously.
She waved. I waved back. It was good to see her happy.
I just hoped that she would really rebound from this
event and not let it weigh her down at school. She
dipped her head under the shower then began shampooing
her hair. I thought about what she said before -- that
she would like to grow her hair longer. It already was
some longer -- a little shaggy, perhaps. Maybe what
she needed was a trip to a hair stylist to trim it up.
She had such a cute, cherubic, round face. Very cute,
very adorable, very innocent and girl-like. That kid
must have been stupid or seriously blind if he thought
Celeste was a boy.
"Brody?" I looked up. Celeste had poked her soapy head
out of the shower. "You were looking a little angry
there. You okay?"
"Yeah, I keep thinking about that guy, Turd Head."
Celeste laughed. "I'm going to refer to him from now
on as T. H. Marshall." She giggled again. "You know,
T. H. for Turd Head."
So they rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to
dry off. I was in a world of beauty. So much
absolutely beautiful girl skin there for my enjoyment
and gazing upon. Nothing came of it. Oh, to be sure,
when I was alone that night, I pounded my dick and
came in bucketful's.
Celeste and Kristine did run in their meet the next
day. Celeste came in second on her event and Kristine
came in 4th, helping their team to come in second
overall. Celeste posted her best time ever and
actually set a school record for a 7th grade girl. I
was pleased as punch. Celeste also realized that a lot
of her classmates were very proud of her too. Not only
for her good show in the race, but for standing up to
the bully and decking him. She was not going to have
to endure taunts and insults at school.
But little things started changing. Subtly with me, I
mean. I still loved my sisters very much. But I
started realizing that I was noticing them for just
how cute and beautiful they were. I found myself
sporting good sized erections from time to time -- not
just the vaguely happy semi-erect dick.
Things came to a head (as it were) one night. It was
just after Thanksgiving and I had gone to bed late
after having a glass of wine. I was suddenly woken up
by Celeste's very concerned voice asking if I was
okay.
"What?" I couldn't make sense of what she was asking.
"Brody, you were moaning and calling out our names."
Holy bat wang, Batman! I suddenly remembered *WHAT* I
was dreaming. I was fantasizing about sucking on
Celeste's and Kristine's tits. And then I suddenly had
that awkward feeling of feeling that I had spunked all
over my shorts and sheets.
"I was what?" I asked.
"You called out my name and then Kristine's," she
answered.
"That's funny," I explained. "I was dreaming about a
couple of women at work. You remember me talking about
Krista and Selena?"
"Yeah, but..."
"The names are close. Dreams are funny things. Either
you misheard what I really said, or my dream was
weirding out and my brain said the wrong name."
She shivered. "Can I get in bed with you?"
"Uh-uh. I got a problem." I threw the covers back. "I
need to change the sheets."
"Why? Did you pee?"
"No, I had a wet dream."
She was silent trying to take in what I meant. There
was a nightlight in the hallway that provided a
silhouette. "What's that?"
"It's when a guy is sleeping and he dreams something
sexy and then his dick becomes erect and stimulated
enough so that he has an orgasm. I just shot a load of
semen all over my sheets."
"Really! Can I see?"
I clicked the light on by my head board. We both
blinked in the glare. I sat up rather chagrined at the
episode but glad that I was able to explain away my
calling out their names. (Did I really want to suck
their tits?)
There was a huge wet spot on my shorts and a small one
on the sheet. She reeled out and touched a glop and
rubbed it between her fingers then smelled it. She
wrinkled her nose then said, "That stuff has sperm in
it?"
I nodded.
"And could make babies?"
Again I nodded. "I need to change and wash off. Then
could you help me with the sheets?"
I disappeared into my bathroom and reappeared a couple
minutes later to find that Celeste already had the
soiled sheets off and was unfolding a new set. In
another couple of minutes the bed was back together
and she climbed in with me.
"It's still cold and I want to talk," she whispered.
"Okay."
"Brody, you need a girl friend."
Her directness often surprised me.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, I guess this wet dream is the latest example,
isn't it? I mean, if you had a girlfriend and then a
wife you wouldn't have wet dreams -- you would have
your lady to do your, um, love stuff to. Right?"
"You have a point. But I'll have you know that I have
asked Selena out on a date."
"Really?" She bounced up and down in the bed and
clapped her hands a little. "When?"
"I'm taking her to a Christmas party in a week and a
half."
"Okay, that's a good start." Celeste held me close and
kissed my cheek. "I only want the best for you, dear
Brody."
"I know."
And for some reason, I let her stay in bed with me the
rest of the night. She was so warm and soft. I loved
how my hand slipped over her side to fit into the
small of her back right next to where her ass started
sloping up. And I didn't even care that she had on low
cut panties so that I could feel the start of her ass
crack as I gently rubbed her back. And I didn't even
care that Mr. Woody thought that he should come out to
see what was going on. Why? Because I fell asleep very
soon after that.
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Chapter 6
The date that I had with Selena was a disaster. Oh, it
started out fine. The party was a nice party -- lots
of food and drink and a live band playing old fashion
big band era music. Selena thought that I did a nice
job of picking a fabulous spot. No, it turned into a
disaster after she made some comments about my
sisters.
"They're teenagers, aren't they?"
"Not quite," I answered.
"They will be soon enough. Nobody but a mother ever
wants to deal with teenage girls. Trust me, your happy
days are numbered."
"Really? I've known a number of teenage girls who are
not that way."
She laughed. "It's all show. The real stuff is at home
and they can turn into real bitches."
That galled me. "My sisters are not bitches." My voice
was steel lined with resolve.
"Maybe. Maybe you just don't know. All girls are
bitches deep inside."
I stared at her hardly believing that she had just
said that. She saw the cold fury rising in my eyes.
"You don't believe me?"
"I know that some do not hide it very deep inside at
all." I let my words hang there like vipers hoping
that somehow she would back down and apologize or say
that there were exceptions.
Instead she laughed, "I do believe that I got under
your skin."
"No. But you dared to insult my family."
"Well, look at that," she said casting a glance around
the party, "Jeremy from accounting is here. Perhaps he
can take me home since you are so miffed."
Jeremy did take her home and I left shortly after
that.
Celeste met me at the door and saw the look on my face
then said, "Not a good night?"
"Not really. Except I found out what a selfish piece
of work she is."
"Then don't waste your time on her," she said, holding
onto my arm. "And don't waste your emotions dwelling
on her either. Move on to something positive."
I hugged her. "I think I found something positive
right here."
"Come join us, we got popcorn and a movie!"
They were watching "Singing in the Rain" and Gene
Kelly was just doing his famous dance in the rainy
street.
"Do you ever feel like that?" Kristine asked.
"Not tonight," I replied.
"I'm sorry." She hit the pause button. "Wanna talk?"
"Not much to say. She started bad-mouthing you two
even though she'd never met you."
"What?" Kristine exclaimed. "How rude!"
"Exactly. She basically said that all girls turn into
something horrible as soon as they become teenagers."
I couldn't bring myself to say "bitch."
"I'm assuming hers is firsthand experience?" Celeste
asked.
"I'm thinking that you are correct. Her loss, our
gain."
"And you have one more to try, don't you?"
Krista. Oh, yeah. I just found out that she had
started seeing someone seriously. Some guy over in
another engineering team. Rumor had that they were
probably going to be moving in together -- marriage
possibly too.
"Maybe not who you were thinking of," I said to
Celeste. "That other girl started seeing someone else
in a serious sort of relational way."
Kristine touched my arm and said, "Don't worry. You
have the office party coming up, right?"
"True, but that's usually not a time for dates."
"But you get to explore and see other lovely women in
a different setting," Celeste said with a fling of the
hand. "It will be a chance to explore options."
"Laying it on pretty thick there, Celeste," I laughed.
I did go to the office party and talked with a few of
the eligible young women, but in the engineering field
there are 4 or 5 guys for every one eligible woman.
Each of the women were surrounded with bachelors
circling like buzzards over carrion.
I mentioned that very observation at one point and
Amanda laughed. "I think you nailed it, Matt." She
tugged on my arm and said, "Let's take a little walk."
We grabbed our coats and made our way outside. The sky
was overcast with a hint of rain.
"With the wind and rain coming in at least it won't be
foggy tomorrow morning," she commented.
Amanda worked in accounting. I didn't see much of her,
but she had a bright smile and a cheery disposition.
"I just wanted to say that I've heard a little about
you, Mr. Matt Oliver," she smiled broadly. "And I have
to say that your sense of family and protection and
honor is stunning."
I was really curious. "What exactly have you heard?"
"I heard about your little run in with Selena a couple
of weeks ago. That cat wasn't expecting you to put up
such resistance to her tongue-lashing."
"There was no way that I was going to let her paint my
sisters as...."
"That's my point exactly. And I wanted to take the
opportunity to thank you for putting her back down in
her place. In fact, thank you from several of us at
work. She's run rough-shod over a lot of people for a
while. Believes that she can get away with it because
she's a little vixen and knows how to pull some men's
chains just right."
I bowed with a little hand flourish. "My honor, Lady
Amanda."
She laughed and the sky seemed to brighten. "Matt, you
almost make me want to break my cardinal rule."
"What's that?" Seriously not knowing what she was
getting at.
"I don't date guys from work. I did it once -- when I
was first out of college. Bad news. So I swore never
to do it again. But you, Matt, you are like a fresh
breeze blowing in off a summer lake. You tempt me good
sir."
"So I take it you would refuse an invitation to
dinner?"
"Regrettably, I would. But if you or I ever change
jobs, I would reconsider it."
I was silent for a few moments. "I suppose that makes
good sense and I wish you well with it."
"But you're wondering who you could date. Right?"
"You cut right to the chase, Amanda."
She smiled. "I have a couple of young women in mind."
"Who?"
"Let me get back to you." She grabbed my arm again and
tugged me toward the party. "I would like another one
of those shrimp dips. They were divine!"
I stayed around talking and chatting it up with
others, greatly encouraged by what Amanda said. When I
got home it was after midnight, but Celeste met me at
the front door and asked, "So?" I told her the
promising news and she clapped her hands and hugged
me.
"I'm excited, Brody."
"If things progress, are you comfortable in having a
step-mom of sorts?" I asked.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there, okay?"
Amanda did deliver a couple of names the next week and
I approached her first suggestion a couple of days
later. Shelly was a recent college grad who worked in
accounting. She was rather cute and Amanda told me not
to be put off by her shy demeanor. Shelly *did* smile
broadly when I asked her out to dinner.
"I know it's near Christmas," I began, "But we are
both working till that Friday so I was wondering if
you would like to go out to dinner maybe that
Thursday?"
"That sounds nice," she replied. "Where to?"
I suggested a nice steak house and she thought that
would be just grand. The date was nice too. No red
warning flags, no obvious incompatibility signs. I
suggested a nice post-Christmas dinner just before we
went back to work. She said great. She wanted to stop
by to meet the girls afterwards and I thought that was
a good idea.
Boy did I get an earful when I returned later.
"She seemed rather mousey," Kristine said first.
"I don't know, Brody," Celeste said more
diplomatically, "I would need to see more before I
made up my mind."
"Hey," I said, "Don't shoot me, okay?"
Celeste laughed. "It does sound pretty severe, doesn't
it? I mean we encouraged you to go dating and then we
shoot down the first woman you bring around."
Shelly and I went out on a couple of more dates that
January. She was a nice person. A sweet person. But I
sensed that my sisters were not convinced she was that
super special person just right for me. I suddenly
realized that I had a tough set of critics to play
for.
It was maybe the third week in January, a particularly
cold and rainy night -- I even pulled on long sweat
pants for my bed time. The rain beat down hard on the
roof and we all turned in early. I think I may have
been fighting off a the beginnings of a cold or
something. I woke up a little late the next morning
and heard Celeste calling my name from the hallway.
I stumbled out of bed and followed the voice. "What is
it?"
I found her in the hall bathroom with Kristine.
"Brody, Kristine just started her period."
Oh, boy! What a sight to wake up to. Kristine sat on
the toilet, her bloodied panties were around her
ankles and blood smeared down her legs. A weird,
pungent odor filled the bathroom.
"No worries. Rinse off and soak the stains in cold
water," I directed. "I'll get something from the store
for you. Be back shortly."
I returned maybe twenty minutes later with pads and
tampons. I had no idea what would work best. She
decided that a pad would be best since she wasn't that
sure about sticking something into her pussy. I helped
her figure out how to attach the pad and position it.
I was closer to a woman's period than I had ever been
before. No, it's not sexy or appealing. It is
something that I did to help my sister.
I asked if they wanted breakfast. Kristine said, "I'd
just like to go back to sleep."
I thought about it. It was Friday and they were both
caught up on all their school work. "You too,
Celeste?"
She nodded.
"Then we all stay home today."
Kristine kissed me and retreated to her bed. Celeste
and I headed downstairs. I asked her if she wanted
something to eat but she shook her head no. I made a
phone call in to work and then to their school to
excuse their absences.
Celeste tugged my arm and said, "Let's just sit
quietly on the couch."
In the den, the pitter-patter of the rain was more
obvious as it hit the windows. I lit the gas log fire
and pulled one of Mom's old blankets from behind the
couch and wrapped it around us both. Celeste nestled
into me with her head on my shoulder.
"I feel like I'm trying to fight a cold or something,"
I said at length.
"It's good that you stayed home then."
"What's your excuse?"
She giggled. "Sympathetic PMS?"
I laughed. "That's a new one to me."
She rubbed her hand on my chest then said, "Brody, you
are the best."
"Why do you say that?"
"You are so kind and patient and understanding," she
began. "I mean, I was seriously weirded out by all
that blood on Kristine, but you just took a look and
said, 'Oh, I got it covered -- just clean up. I got
something for you.' You weren't flustered at all."
"If I were really on top of it, I would have already
had those things bought and stored in your bathroom as
well as explained to each of you how to use them. I
guess that I'm not really a good mother."
"Oh, but you're the best Brody anyone could have asked
for."
I kissed her head. "I'm glad you think so."
We were silent for several long minutes more. The
thought of going back to sleep beckoned me but I
didn't want to leave the couch. For one thing it was
warmer there with the fire going and the blanket was
already warmed up. And I didn't really want to leave
Celeste either.
"I think I could fall back to sleep right now," I
finally said.
"Then let's."
We both lay down and pulled the blanket over us. I was
in my work slacks and polo shirt but Celeste was still
in her night tee-shirt and thin flannel pajama
bottoms. I lay on my side and hooked an arm over her.
She cuddled her back into me and I felt the ever
present semi-rigid dick rise a bit in response. She
held onto my arm and tucked it in close to her almost-
not-there breasts. Almost -- but I felt the little
nubs. I should have moved my hand away, but I thought
it would be okay since she placed it there and I
wasn't actively feeling her up. Regardless, in a short
while we were both asleep.
We were awakened by Kristine quietly crawling on top
of the couch and resting face down on my side. I was
now completely hemmed in by my sisters. It felt a bit
claustrophobic. I started by slowly pushing Celeste
off the couch. Kristine slid down to take her place
and I gently pushed her over too.
"Hey! Not fair!" Celeste protested as her sister
slumped on top of her.
"It's your sister's fault," I replied, swinging my
legs so I could sit up. "I think that I'm getting
hungry finally." I glanced at the clock on the VCR.
"Yikes! It's almost 11 o'clock!" We were asleep for
over three hours!
"That explains why I'm hungry," Kristine said.
"You feeling better?" Celeste asked.
"Yeah, somewhat. It really feels weird and
everything."
"I wished that I had some important advice to pass on
to you," I said. "But I'm failing you in that
department. But what say you that we go to a mall and
have our late breakfast-early lunch there."
"Yes!" Both girls exclaimed together. then hurried off
to get ready.
When they reappeared it struck me that they had grown
and were now a size or two bigger than their clothes
were. Kristine's boobs were spilling over her small
bra and with the tight tee shirt an ungainly bulge
showed above her very obvious bra strap line. Even
Celeste's clothes were too small. She had just been
growing taller which left her tee shirts not quite
reaching her waist and her pants' cuff rising above
her shoes, but now she appeared to be thickening and
starting to fill out in a feminine way. Her tight tee
shirt left no doubt that her tits were there -- or at
least her nipples were! Very cute and very pointy.
"Hey, girls," I said. "I think that we should make
this into a 'go get some new clothes and underwear'
sort of outing too."
"Really?" Celeste asked -- actually it was more of a
shriek.
Kristine looked down at her front and said, "Yeah,
sweaters and sweat shirts hide it most of the time,
but...." She looked up and smiled. "But thank you for
taking us!"
We went to the big mall in the downtown. It was way
out of the area so there was little likelihood of
running into someone they knew from school (or me from
work). Plus there was a wide assortment of foods and
shops. The rain had let up for a while but the air was
still cold and the wind was biting. After a lunch (we
each had something different and shared), we started
walking toward the clothing stores.
"You need new underwear," I whispered. "Especially
bras."
"There!" Celeste pointed. "That'll be the perfect
place."
I followed her finger then blanched! Victoria Secrets!
"No way! I will not go in there with you. That would
be way too strange and people would be far too
suspicious."
"But you said that..." Kristine said, tugging on my
arm.
"We'll go to a department store and I'm hoping that
there'll be some nice saleslady who'll help you."
"Why? Isn't it just the same thing?"
"No," I shook my head then continued in a whisper.
"That store only has women's lingerie and it has a
reputation of being 'sexy'! That's not where a dad --
or a brother -- takes his 12 year old sisters to get
bras and panties."
"I'm sorry," Celeste said, taking my hand in hers.
"Sometimes I forget how odd the rest of the world
thinks."
Kristine grabbed my other hands and added, "I didn't
mean to make you feel weird."
"It's okay," I answered. "Shall we?"
Then they forced me to skip with them while they sang,
"We're off to see the wizard!" I noticed a few laughs
and smiles from older folks and a couple of moms with
toddlers. We were ignored by men and women in business
suits. Although I did see one thirty-something woman
glower at us.
In the department store, the girls led me to the young
ladies' section and began looking at intimate apparel.
Sure enough a sales lady approached us and asked if
she could help. I could tell by her tone that she
wasn't that sure what I was doing there with these
young ladies or whether she should just call the cops
straight away. So I told her our story in a nut shell
about losing our mom and I was their guardian now.
Suddenly her demeanor changed and she gushed warmth.
"I think that is very admirable. I know that you've
come to the right place. They're in good hands here."
She set right to work measuring them then she took
them in to be fitted. A little later she returned and
said, "I have suggested these new bras for them --
good, basic, everyday sort of bras. Is there anything
else?"
I suddenly had a little light go off in my head. Their
birthdays were coming up in a couple of weeks. And
there was a Valentine's Day dinner theater special
event that was being advertised at work. I would take
the girls to that for their birthdays as a special,
"welcome to being a teenager" sort of event.
"Yes, there is something else," I said.
The girls watched me closely.
"They are into sports -- track specifically -- so they
need a good sports bra. But we're also going to need a
special dress for each and the correct bra to go with
it."
"Oh, that sounds exciting," she said. "Anything in
particular?"
"There's a Valentine's Day dinner theater that they
don't know that they're going to yet."
Suddenly both girls emitted muffled shrieks of joy.
Celeste clapped her hands then hugged me. Kristine
just ran and almost tackled me over.
"I see someone just made a big impression," the sales
lady said approvingly. "Girls, let's find some nice
dress then we'll find the foundation that will support
it."
It was almost an hour later and several hundred
dollars invested that we emerged from the store with
several packages and two VERY excited girls. They
immediately wanted to go back home to try everything
on. And I wanted to make a phone call or two to make
sure that I could reserve three tickets for the show.
That meant that I had to call work to get the phone
number of the theater company.
My office mate took the call and gave me the info then
asked, "Should I be quiet about this? A big secret?"
"Yeah, don't go talking it up, okay?" I replied.
And I got the tickets reserved -- everything was set
for the three of us to go on Valentine's Day.
"Brody?"
I turned around and saw two stunningly beautiful young
ladies standing in the doorway. I gave a fox whistle
and they blushed. Celeste's dress was a black lacy
things with a high neck and medium sleeves. It had a
half shawl sweater like thing that draped over the
shoulders. And with whatever she was wearing
underneath, her bodice was noticeably filled out.
Kristine's dress was silky red, scooping neckline that
showed off a bit of her cleavage and breasts which
were pushed up by her new bra. Her bodice was very
full. This dress also had an attachment that draped
over the shoulders. Both dresses were elegantly long,
below the knees.
"Very beautiful girls," I said. "Very beautiful!"
"Thank you," they said demurely.
Celeste twirled around and Kristine curtsied.
"You should see the things that that lady helped us
pick out," Celeste suddenly said. "I mean, look at
this!" She pointed down at the dress, but I could
barely take my eyes off her breasts.
She saw me looking and blushed again. "I guess that I
do have tits now. I've never felt so sexy in my whole
life!"
"Me neither," Kristine exclaimed. "This bra thingy is
strapless! And it is pushing my tits up and makes them
looks twice as big!"
Suddenly, I was really looking forward to the Dinner
Theater.
I had several more very vivid dreams where I was doing
something sexy or sexual with my sisters -- usually
both. And it almost always involved touching or
licking or sucking on their tits. I suppose that it
didn't go too far because I wasn't crying out in the
middle of the night and I didn't wake up with semen
covered sheets. Or at least Celeste didn't hear me or
come wake me up.
The week before the Dinner Theater got a little dicey
at work. Shelly was sorely disappointed that I wasn't
taking *HER* out to the Valentine's Day event. "Those
events are for boyfriends and girlfriends," she chided
me. I was a little dumbfounded. We weren't exactly
dating exclusively, plus she wanted a little time to
go visit her mom down in San Diego. I guess that I
must be at fault because I should have known that her
"no" meant "yes, please." Dang! And she didn't even
give me time to explain that I wasn't two-timing -- I
was just taking my sisters out as an important 13th
birthday present.
The night of the Dinner Theater finally came around.
The girls were fairly vibrating with excitement and
barely contained giddiness. When they stopped bouncing
they looked so radiant and charming -- I was sure that
I was going to have a lot of jealous looks that night!
But when they were bouncing, they looked just like
junior high girls dressed up for a fancy ball. Funny,
huh! That's just what they were.
The event was convenient also because Celeste's
birthday was on the 16th and Kristine's was on the
22nd. "Happy birthday, you two," I said as I opened
the car door for them.
"Best birthday yet, Brody," Kristine said giving me a
peck on the cheek.
Celeste caught my hand and squeezed as she waited for
me to lock the car. She tried not to bounce, but she
still vibrated!
The girls did turn heads as they entered and they were
VERY much transfixed by the decorations and the place
settings and the hor d'oeuvres and the drinks. ("No,
no champagne, no wine!") They thoroughly enjoyed the
theater part which was based on Shakespeare's "Much
Ado about Nothing." During the first half hor
d'oeuvres and salad were served. The girls ate lots of
bread and rolls and downed many glasses of water.
Intermission happened along at just the right time.
The girls were fairly brimming over with their water
and excused themselves quickly. I took a quick trip to
the men's room and noted that several people from work
were present. I didn't feel an urge to rush over and
talk with them so I ambled back to our table and
waited for the girls.
"Oh, hi Matt!"
I looked up and saw Selena dragging her latest trophy
toward me.
"So who did you bring tonight?" she gushed.
"I brought my sisters in honor of their birthday."
"How quaint!" she giggled. I noticed that she probably
had been hitting the champagne or wine a little
heavily. "So how old are they?"
"They'll be turning 13," I answered.
"Oh, yes," she cackled. "That's the magic age I told
you about." She turned to her date. "John, this is
Matt. He's one of the engineers that makes the little
spinny things that go round and round on the circuit
board."
John laughed then stuck out his hand. I took it and
shook it. (I mean, good luck chap, hope you know what
you're in for.) "Good to meet you, Matt."
"John works in the executive office under the VP."
"Ah, I see," I said. Then I thought, so she smoozing
her way up the corporate ladder now.
Just then my sisters returned and sat down next to me.
"Gracious, me!" Selena exclaimed. I thought you said
they were turning 13. These look more like 18 or 20!"
"Selena, these are my sisters, Celeste and Kristine."
Selena nodded and said, "Beautiful dresses, girls.
Stunning even. Hope you have a great evening." Then
she caught John by the arm and said, "Gotta go, ta-
ta!"
Once she was out of ear shot, Celeste said, "I heard
her taking about us turning a magical age?"
I shook my head. "It's what I told you about before.
She believes that all girls turn into something
hideous when they turn teenagers."
"She's weird," Kristine stated flatly. "And she smells
weird."
"She's drunk," I pointed out.
"No excuse," Celeste said. "Alcohol merely relaxes
inhibitions. It doesn't put anything new into your
mind. So whatever stupid comes out is something that
was already there."
I looked at her and marveled. "You are so wise beyond
your years, Lady Celeste!"
She giggled then said, "That would be due to Mamma."
"Wise woman."
"Matt!"
I looked around. Jeepers, it was Shelly!
"Hi, Shelly!" I waved. Then as she came closer I
added, "You remember my sisters, don't you?"
Shelly looked a bit put out, but sucked it up a little
when she saw who I was with. "Well, you didn't tell me
that you were going to take your sisters out," she
finally said. "It's nice to see you girls."
"I'm sorry, I guess I didn't have much of a chance to
explain."
"So why was it so important that they go out to the
Valentine's Day Dinner Theater?" she asked point
blank. Wow! So much for subtle, huh!?
"It's their birthdays. They only turn 13 once in their
life."
She looked around. "How many other 13 year olds do you
see here?"
"Probably very few," I agreed. "But I'm not going to
argue that point."
"Miss Shelly," Kristine suddenly said. "You asked to
look around and I just did. I know that my sister
would agree with me in this too. There is no one in
this room who is sweeter, who is nicer, who would go
out of his way to help someone than my brother, Matt.
He dropped everything when Mamma died last year and he
had to change his whole lifestyle to put up with a
pair of 12 year olds under foot. So please do look
around. You won't find many other 13 year olds here
because they don't have a brother who cares as much
for them as our Matt."
Shelly was completely taken aback. I was also really.
Celeste smiled confidently then clapped.
"I'm sorry that you took me the wrong way," Shelly
began. "It's just that there are certain things that
are expected when dating. You'll understand that once
you begin."
Celeste and Kristine just looked blankly at her.
The house lights dimmed twice. I held out my hand to
her and said, "I do hope that you have a wonderful
evening Shelly. We'll have to finish this conversation
later."
As the second half began, and the main course was
brought to our tables, Kristine leaned over and spoke
just loud enough for Celeste and me to hear, "Wow!
Another revelation tonight?"
Celeste replied, "Way too high maintenance. You'd have
her in the repair shop every day."
I almost snorted a green bean at that comment.
There was a positive interaction after the theater was
over. Krista and her date spotted us and said "Hello."
She also made a point to appreciate how mature the
girls were as well as complement them on their loving
brother. Amanda was right behind us and clucked her
approval. The girls glowed in their praise.
I whispered to Amanda, "I think I understand the
wisdom of your dating rules."
She looked at me with a questioning eyebrow.
"I think I'm swearing off looking for dates at work.
Way too loaded and potentially toxic."
She touched my arm and laughed. "So I have a little
clean up in aisle five?"
"Go ahead," I replied. "If she's that touchy about me
taking my sisters to the theater, I don't know what
she'd be like in real life."
"Don't do anything rash, Matt. I'll see if it can be
smoothed over."
"Thanks, Amanda. I wished there were more like you."
"There are," she smiled. "You just have to know where
to look."
I drove the girl's home and even though it was nearly
11 pm they were talkative and full of questions and
youthful joy at the wonder of being included in an
adult event.
But Celeste was relatively philosophical about the
evening. "I think I can understand why some women are
still single."
"You, Lady Celeste, are coming up with the best lines
for the night!"
Celeste was riding shotgun but squeezed Kristine in
the middle to force a sort of group hug on the bench
seat of my pickup. Kristine laughed.
As we got home, Kristine asked seriously, "So now
you're really not dating anyone, are you?"
I set the parking brake and turned the engine off.
"Seems like a few women tonight put the ke-bosh on
that. It would take a real Hail Mary for Shelly to
recover from tonight's little temper tantrum."
"Who'd she come with anyway?"
I shrugged. "More of life's little mysteries. The
truth may be out there.... somewhere."
The girls ran up and got ready for bed. I decided to
stay up, catching up on some reading that I needed to
do. I gave me a chance to unwind as well as drink some
wine which I did not do while at the dinner
(designated driver and all). I was some pages into a
journal when I felt a warm hand on my shoulders.
"Who could that be?" I asked.
She laughed. It was Celeste -- I should have known.
"We haven't played that game in years!"
As she sat next to me, I smiled, recalling how my
little sisters when they were barely in school thought
it was so fun to try to make me guess (without
looking) which one was which.
"You're smiling," she said.
"I'm recalling you two when you were barely six years
old."
"I think I have always looked up to you, Brody." She
gazed off to a distant wall. "The last thing that
Mamma said to us was....." Her voice broke and she
stopped. "A few moments later she tried again. "When
Mamma had that aneurysm and crashed her car in the
driveway, we both ran out to help her. She was
unresponsive. As the paramedics arrived, Mamma woke up
enough to recognize me and she said, 'Matt will help
you. Don't lose him; he's a good man.'" She stopped
and wiped tears from her eyes. "And that's the last
thing that she said. To anyone."
She fell against me and breathed deeply, trying to
control her emotions. I dropped my magazine and
wrapped my arms around her. I had not heard all the
details of Mamma's last day. And this was the first
time that either girl had voluntarily talked about it.
I was also wondering what triggered this memory at
this juncture.
"Oh, Brody," she finally said, wiping her eyes.
"Brody, Mamma was so right. You are a good man. I
don't want to lose you. And I certainly don't want you
to go out and hook up with some lesser hussy who
doesn't realize just what a precious treasure you
are!"
"I'm not going anywhere," I said. I couldn't think of
what to say right then. It really felt like she was
almost ask me to marry her -- almost, but not quite! I
loved her; I loved her sister. But, dang! the wine was
messing with my thinking. "Celeste, that's why I date.
I want to find the right person. So far I've found out
who I don't want. But I'm still here with you and for
you. Okay?"
Celeste gave a forced laughed. "Yeah, I'm being
emotional, aren't I?" She sat up and tugged on her
night shirt. "You haven't seen what you bought us,
have you?"
Suddenly her shirt was up over her head and she sat in
her glorious bra and panties. Matching red bra and
panties. Lacy red bra and panties. Her little tits
were carefully covered in the delicate fabric that had
a little bit of padding to make things stand out
better. Her panties were so silky smooth that I easily
saw the outline of her pussy. In the middle of her
pussy cleft was a dark spot. Oh, geessh! She was
getting wet? I racked my mind and then remembered that
the pussy could and would naturally discharge fluids
all the time. Being sexually turned on was only one
explanation.
"Very pretty," I said, realizing that she was waiting
for some response.
And then she pulled her night shirt down over her
body, leaned forward a kissed me and whispered, "This
has been the best birthday present ever. I love you!"
And then she was gone. My hard-on, however stayed.
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Chapter 7
You would think after Celeste's little risqué, near
strip-tease, I would have had a full-fledged wet dream
that very night. Nope. Dreams are odd things though.
It actually waited another 24 hours or so.
And wouldn't you know it, Celeste woke me up again,
gently shaking my shoulder and saying, "Brody, you're
sleep talking again."
I was awake in a moment. I was so afraid that somehow
I had a wet dream or I had said something awkward in
my sleep.
"You were calling our names again, Brody," Celeste
whispered. Her face was close to mine. I could feel
her breath on my cheek as she talked. In the faint
light from the hall way, I could see that she had her
robe on.
"What did I say?"
"You probably don't want to hear this," she giggled.
"Can I jump in bed with you?" When I paused she added,
"Or did you have a wet dream again?"
I shook my head then realized that she might not have
seen that. "No, no wet dreams."
"Good." And then she pulled one side of the covers up
sloughed her robe and jumped in with me.
That was when I realized that I was in trouble. She
was completely naked! At least she had no tee shirt on
-- I didn't dare feel around her ass to finish
answering the question.
"Whoa, Celeste! Where's your clothes?"
"Brody, you were calling out for me and you said,
quote, 'I want to suck your little titties,' end-
quote. So the only way you could do that is if I have
my shirt off. Right?"
Mind-popping logic!
"What I say in my sleep hardly counts," I protested.
"So what do you say now that you're awake?" she asked
as she wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled
her warm, bare body against my shirtless body. Her
tits pressed into my chest. "I can feel that you are
already excited." Her hips had found my inflated cock
and were gently rubbing it back and forth through the
loose fabric of my shorts.
"Stop it, Celeste," I whispered sharply. "I'm about
ready to shoot my load."
"Like a wet dream?" she giggled. "Isn't that the
idea?"
"Oh, Celeste, you know that I love you," I began,
finally responding and returning her embrace. "It's
just that I would be in so much trouble if I were to
do this. Big trouble. Jail!"
She kissed my lips and rubbed her nose back and forth
on my nose. "Doesn't have to be. No one ever needs to
know."
"But what about Kristine?"
"You don't think she doesn't know?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We both want you, Brody."
I suddenly saw the previous half year in a new light.
My sisters were trying to seduce me. They were working
hard to make me hot for them. Dang! It was working.
"What do you mean that you want me?" I asked, hoping
somehow that there was another explanation.
"I want to hold you, to touch you, to pleasure you,"
she began, "and I want you to do the same to me. I
want to make love to you, Brody!"
The thought was staggering. The consequences were off
the chart! I was contemplating a response -- something
like, "Let's talk about this in the morning when I can
think straight." But I was interrupted.
"What's going on?" It was Kristine standing in my
doorway. Her form, back lit by the hall nightlight
revealed that at least she still wore clothes at
night.
"Brody was having another dream," Celeste explained.
"A wet one?" (I guess that they must have talked about
my previous experience.)
"No, but he was calling out our names again."
"Brr!" Kristine said coming closer to the bed. "I am
so cold. Are you in bed with him?"
"Yes. Come on in," Celeste invited. "He'll warm you up
too."
Before I could think of what to say, Kristine made a
bee-line for the bed and crawled in and snuggled on my
other side. At least she wasn't naked, I consoled
myself.
"Brody," Celeste said before I could formulate an
argument. "I know this is all a new way of thinking
and all, but we want you. We both want you. And I know
that you want us too. The fact that you've had such
great self-restraint shows what a sweet guy you are,
but we both want the next step."
Kristine had latched herself onto me like a heat-
seeking leech. One leg was thrown up over my torso and
rested on my very rigid dick. One arms went underneath
me and the other was over top of me where it
intertwined with Celeste's arm. "You are soooo warm!"
Kristine finally said. "And your little buddy is
flaming hot!"
"I'm glad your hands aren't any colder," I said, not
really knowing what to do, "else I would get
frostbite!"
"I'm sorry, but you just gotta warm me up," Kristine
replied.
"I'm not convinced yet," I finally said. "What's going
to keep this from blowing up and me going to jail?
Then where would you be?"
"They won't know," Celeste said. "It's that simple."
"I won't tell, Brody," Kristine whispered. "And we
don't talk about things like this at school anyway."
We talked for maybe another half hour or so. My
resistance was lessening, and the prospect of touching
them again and shooting my load into and onto them
grew stronger and stronger. Kristine's hands also grew
warmer and warmer. and began to rub around my chest
and belly. About the same time, Celeste began rubbing
her hands around my body and moving her hips against
my thighs.
"Girls, I guess if this is what you want...."
"Yes!" Celeste squealed.
"Oh, yes!" Kristine whispered into my ear.
Kristine then took my earlobe into her mouth and
started sucking on it gently. At the same time,
Celeste moved her hand below the waistband of my
shorts and immediately found my throbbing dick.
Kristine felt her sister's hand under her leg so she
moved her leg off of me and mover *her* hand into my
shorts to join Celeste's.
I suppose that there was no going back now.
"So girls," I continued. "We need to have a few base
rules and a common understanding, okay."
Both agreed.
"First, and I can't emphasize this enough, no one can
ever know about this. Not even a hint of this ever!
Second, I am not forcing you and I don't want to force
you; if you don't want to, then that's fine -- you can
back out. Third, let's keep cussing and really strong
words out of the picture. Mamma taught us that there's
always a nicer way to say something so we shouldn't
resort to gutter talk. Fourth, I don't want you to get
pregnant."
"Ah, Brody!" Celeste said. "Never? I would love to
have your baby!"
"Me too," Kristine added.
"Not while you're twelve."
"But, Brody, look at the time," Celeste said in a
sing-songy fashion.
I glanced at my clock and saw it was almost 3 in the
morning.
"It's after midnight," she went on, "it's my birthday
and I'm 13 now!"
"And it's a school holiday," Kristine added, "so we
can sleep in."
"Then the birthday girl gets her very own birthday
orgasm," I said, throwing all caution to the wind.
I rolled over so I was on top of Celeste. Kristine
slipped off but kept her hands on my back. I started
kissing Celeste like I had never kissed her before.
Passionate lip-locking and then deep tongue probing.
At first, I think I surprised her and maybe briefly
overwhelmed her. But after a few moments, she began to
respond in kind and her tongue probed deep back into
my mouth.
"Is this what you were wanting?" I asked.
"Yes! Don't stop!" she gasped.
I started kissing down her chin, her neck and
shoulders. Her lithe form was so tantalizing -- there
was nearly no body fat to hide anything. I felt her
ribs beneath my kisses before I centered on her
sternum. Each of my cheeks lightly grazed the edges of
her little tits. I circled back around and engulfed
one nipple completely in my mouth. She gasped and
grasped my head with both of her hands.
"What happened?" Kristine asked.
Celeste struggled to answer. "He's.... sucking....
my.... TIT!"
Suddenly the light next to my bed went on and Kristine
whispered, "Oh, wowzers!" She lay down next to us and
pulled the blanket around her and watched in rapt
amazement as I sucked her sister's tits. Celeste kept
a tight hold on my head and moaned as I caught her
little nipples gently between my teeth.
"Oh, Brody! Oh!" she whispered.
While I sucked on one tit, I gently rolled the other
one between my fingers. She moaned but no intelligible
words came.
I finally slid down and opened her legs up. Her pussy
glimmered with a sheen of her excitement. Her inner
lips were already very dark pink and extended past her
outer lips. Her clitoral shaft stuck out waiting for
my visit. I fell to licking her outer lips and
discovered that she had a few wiry hairs along the top
of her pussy and one or two along the sides. Her pussy
was fragrant and her nectar began coating my chin. I
had eaten pussy before, but never a young pussy. This
smelled -- and tasted -- less aromatic, less complex,
more fresh and younger. I reveled in the sensation!
I ran my tongue over the length of her slit and felt
her folds deform under the pressure. I lightly licked
several more times and she bucked her hips toward my
face. I pulled her pussy wide apart with my hands and
pressed my tongue as far as it would go into her
folds. She pressed back hard. I grabbed her clit with
my lips and began sucking all the while massaging her
pussy lips with my fingers. Between my spit and her
juices, she was dripping wet. Her hands found the top
of my head and began tracing a small circle in my
scalp. I felt her tense up as she rubbed my hair
faster and faster. Dang! She was nearing a climax
after only a few minutes!? What a hot little vixen! I
increased the tempo of my sucking and rubbing and in a
few moments she exploded: a deep grunt and a loud
explosion of air coupled with both of her hands
forcing my head into her pussy. I kept licking her
clit then began slowing down. Her legs clamped tight
around me so that I couldn't leave her gash even if I
wanted to.
She finally relaxed and I looked up to see that she
was spent. She was spread eagle and her tiny tits were
capped with very erect nipples. Her eyes were half
open and a huge smile adorned her lips.
Kristine was still watching us and her eyes were wide
open in wonder. "What happened?" she finally asked.
"Best birthday present ever," Celeste whispered. "I
don't know what that was, but, Brody, can you do that
again?"
I had to laugh. She was so cute and funny. And sexy.
And desirable!
"There's more," I softly said.
"What's that?" Celeste asked.
"I know I said I don't want to make you pregnant,
but..."
"YES!" she squealed! "Yes! I want you inside me!"
"I'm taking a chance," I began.
"I haven't started my period," she pointed out.
"I know. But that doesn't mean much. But there's no
way that I could pass up an opportunity to make love
to my loving sister on her birthday!"
"Really?" she squeaked again.
"Show me how much you want it!" I chuckled.
She spread her legs as wide as possible, her knees
almost flat on the bed and the heels of her feet
touching almost next to her pussy. Then she took hold
of her pussy with her two hands and gently tugging on
each outer pussy lip it looked like a gaping tunnel
forming right there -- sticking out from her crotch
perhaps most of an inch.
"Oh, Celeste, you are so cute. Don't you think so?" I
asked Kristine.
She nodded, still wide eyed. "Is that really going to
fit in there?" she quietly asked.
"You'd be surprised," I replied. "And I can only think
of one thing as cute as this." I looked at her and
winked. "When you're ready, you'll get a nice birthday
present too!"
She giggled and blushed a little.
I turned back to Celeste who lay there holding her
pussy wide open. "Okay, babe, first time might not be
all fun."
"But all the other times will be, right?"
"Probably so."
"Then put it in me. I want to feel you IN ME!" her
voice was raw with emotion and lust.
I positioned myself above her and aimed my dick at her
slit. It did look a little preposterous and obscene --
my huge dick pointing at her bald, virgin cunt. I
wiped the head of my dick up and down in her very wet
slit several times then positioned it in the mouth of
her vagina.
She put her hand around my neck and whispered, "I've
wanted to make love to you as long as I can remember."
"Really?" I asked. That revelation made my dick
twitch.
"Uh-huh. When I was younger, I just wanted to marry
you. Now I know what I want."
I kissed her lips tenderly. "And I know what I want
too. I want to make love to the both of you for the
rest of my life."
"Do it then, Brody!"
I pressed and the head slid in slightly. I pressed
harder and her face screwed up in a painful grimace. I
pressed even harder and she pushed back with her hips.
"It's not going...." she began.
Then her hymen tore and I plunged all the way into her
tight vagina. It took my breath away. I tried to
concentrate on not cumming. I finally opened my eyes
and saw tears in hers.
I wiped the tears with my fingers and kissed her lips.
She looked into my eyes and whispered, "It's not too
bad now. In fact, I can't believe how wonderful it
feels once you're inside me."
"Are you ready for me to make love?"
"Let me get used to this a little while longer," she
whispered. "It feels so good. Oh, you're in me!" She
reached over and grasped Kristine's hand and smiled,
"You're totally going to love this."
Kristine squeezed her hand back in return. "I can't
believe that his dick just disappear inside you."
"Watch," I said, slowly pulling my dick most of the
way out.
"Don't leave me," Celeste said, her eyes pleading.
I slowly pushed my dick all the way back in and smiled
as contentment filled Celeste's face.
"It really IS all the way in you," Kristine said in
awe.
I then slowly pulled out and plunged back in,
luxuriating in the velvety feel of her tight and
slippery cunt. Back and forth -- I knew I couldn't
hold out too long. We would play rough-rider at some
other point later on. That moment, however, was just
about feeling the just-turned-13-year-old pussy from
the inside out and then blowing my load. Each time I
bottomed out in her vagina, she grunted a little. She
put her arms around me and finally realized that she
could join the rhythm too. That's when I realized that
I could not hold on any longer. I bottomed out one
last time and spurted blast after blast deep into her
cunny. Later, Kristine laughed when she told me that I
grunted funny, went rigid and convulsed all the while
with my mouth open like the letter "O."
Celeste rubbed my back and my neck and held me close
to her so that I couldn't roll off. My dick,
surprisingly enough, stayed erect for some time.
Finally, my arms grew tired of propping myself up,
keeping most of my weight off my sister.
"Kristine, could you go get a couple of towels?" I
asked.
Good thing I did, as soon as I pulled out, gobs of
spunk mixed with her blood spilled out of her pussy.
We went to the bathroom and I gently washed her well-
used pussy with a warm washcloth. Kristine was full of
questions but Celeste would only say, "You'll see.
It's wonderful!" I promised Kristine that it was her
turn next, but we would have to sleep first. "A guy
can't keep coming like that without resting up in
between."
"We're going to sleep with you, aren't we?" she asked.
"Yes, and without clothes!"
I fell asleep with Celeste cuddled up to my backside,
her arm draped over my chest. I was snuggled into
Kristine's backside, my dick nestled into her butt
crack and my hands cupping her tits. So far, I was not
suffering any buyer's remorse! I slept hard and long.
But me dreams were turbulent and troubling, torn
between love (and lust) for my sisters and fear that
someone would take them from me.
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Chapter 8
I awoke with a familiar feeling around my dick. My
engorged dick was still nestled in between Kristine's
butt crack; my hands still cupped her nice sized tits.
There was vague light from the outside which allowed
me to survey the extra lumps in my bed. In dawn's gray
light I thought about what had just happened a few
hours before. "It was weird, it was scary, it was
illegal" -- that was what one part of my mind tried to
tell me. Another part merely replied, "It was fun and
you enjoyed it; and you can't go back now."
Kristine sensed that I was awake finally and wiggled
her butt back at me. "Morning, Brody!"
Celeste still held me tightly with her naked form
wedged in against my backside and her hands around my
chest. I suddenly found it very erotic that my naked
butt was pressed up hard against her bare little
crotch and all of its just-turned-13-years-old pussy.
I finally agreed with the part of my mind that said
there was no going back.
"I felt your dick jump just now," Kristine said. I
could hear the smile in her voice.
"Little wonder," I replied, squeezing her tit. "Two
very loving and sexy girls naked in my bed and begging
me to play some more with them?"
"Are you ready to play then?" Kristine asked.
"I'm thinking that somehow I am still in a dream," I
replied. "And I don't want to wake up."
"But we're here with you," Celeste said, massaging my
shoulders.
"And I want my dreamy feeling now too," Kristine
added.
"This is really happening?" I asked, starting to
wonder if this was a good thing.
"Brody, it is and you have and it was so wonderful,"
Celeste whispered in my ear. "Now get in there and
give my sister some of that incredible feeling too."
Kristine rolled over and wrapped her arms around my
neck. "Brody, I know things have changed, but they've
changed for the better. Do you remember what I told
Shelly at the theater? How there was no one who cares
as much as you do?" I nodded. "And you remember what
Celeste said last night? How she has always wanted to
marry you?" I nodded again. "It's true of me too. We
used to pretend that you were our husband and that
you'd be coming back to take us away to your castle
someday. Brody?" She paused and ran her finger over my
lips. "That day is today. You've taken us away to your
castle and you've made us your special princesses. I
want to be your queen too."
How she could do that, I had no idea. Just on the cusp
of being 13 but possessing a command of words and
ideas and emotions. I suppose that some of it was
Mom's teaching and setting an example and making sure
that they read lots and watched only a little TV. But
mostly is was Kristine. And I loved her for it.
"As you wish," I whispered.
She immediately caught the reference to "The Princess
Bride" and smiled broadly. I fell to kissing her lips.
I was immediately struck by how different her lips
were from Celeste's. Kristine's were fuller and the
little indentation -- the frenulum -- on her lip was
more pronounced. She began kissing me back with ardor.
Celeste stayed nestled in behind me and rubbed my
shoulders with her hands and kissed my neck and ear.
My dick was growing. One free hand found her breast
and gently squeezed and massaged its supple form. She
gasped as I ran my fingers over her nipple and lightly
pinch it between my fingers.
After several minutes of tongue wrestling, I moved to
take one nipple in my mouth. I was now half on top of
her and my dick was drilling into the bed under her
hips. My free hand had her other breasts and was
massaging it boldly.
"Oh, Matt!" Her voice was thick with sultry passion.
"Oh, my dear Brody!" She articulated more words, but
none of it was recognizable.
I let my hand drift away from her breast to explore
the wide expanse of her flat belly. I let my
forefinger rest in her navel briefly before pressing
it lower. I felt the rise of her pubic bone and the
small gathering of bush that adorned the top of her
pussy. She anticipated my fingers arriving at her
love-gate and thus opened her legs up wide. I rubbed
her whole pussy mound with the palm of my hand. She
was hot down there -- hot and quite wet.
I moved so that I was leaning over her body, over her
crotch and began kissing the inside of her hips and
thighs and legs. Her pussy lips were puffy and wet
from her excitement. Her clitoris was swollen and
poking up in ready anticipation. Her inner lips were
parted so I could see part way into her vagina. I ran
my tongue over the crease where her legs join her
abdomen before running my tongue straight down the
middle of her pussy gash. She moaned in reply. Her
pussy smelled fuller and more rich in content than
Celeste's. It's taste was stronger too. Not pungent,
not overbearing, and not fully mature either -- but
definitely not a little girl's odors by any means.
My dick was hanging between my legs and Celeste took
it in her hands and gently squeezed it and kneaded it
with her fingers. Suddenly there were extra fingers on
my dick and massaging my balls. I glanced underneath
me and saw Kristine's hand grasping my turgid rod and
Celeste lightly touching my scrotum and ass crack --
even tickling my sphincter. The effect was delicious!
I returned to licking Kristine's gooey crack with
abandon. I pulled her pussy wide with my fingers and
dipped my tongue deep into her folds. Our juices
mingled together and ran down her crack to her ass. I
used one finger to trace her pussy slit down to her
anus -- back and forth, making it slicker each pass.
Her hips began rhythmically bucking in time with my
sucking and my fingering of her ass crack. Her hand
that was on my dick squeezed in and excited, but
unsteady pattern. The more I sucked the more firm her
squeezing of my dick became. Her other hand was on my
head and twiddled and diddled in my hair as though she
were somehow trying to convey to my tongue the exact
speed and pressure that was necessary to make her clit
explode. It worked. I heard a loud gasped and her hand
squeezed my dick hard and long. Her other hand pressed
into my scalp as hard as she could while her legs
closed tightly around my head, shutting my ears from
hearing anything more till she relaxed. I probably
would have shot my load right then had her tugging
been less tight -- it was almost painful how hard she
pulled on me. (Oh the things we put up with to help
our women folk, right?)
Celeste started rubbing my ass cheeks and pressing in
between, letting her fingers trace over my anal
sphincter and the back side of my balls. "You're going
to make love to her, aren't you, Brody?" she whispered
-- or nearly cooed -- her voice filled with
electricity.
"I shouldn't," I began. I thought back....It had been
three and a half weeks since she had her first period.
But doctors are quick to point out that menses in
young teens is inherently unpredictable. It would be a
huge risk, but....
"Do you want me to come inside you?" I asked Kristine,
cradling her head in my arms, my body lying in the
valley between her breasts.
She kissed me softly on the lips and whispered, "Yes!
Make me your queen!"
Dang! I just took a newly made 13 year old's cheery,
now I was offered a 12 year old's too? Looks like I
was getting the birthday presents.
"Okay, babe, you're my queen too."
I positioned myself so that my dick was at her pussy.
She took the shaft and rubbed it back and forth in her
wet cunt juices. That felt so hot! I pressed firmly
against her vaginal opening. She looked in my eyes and
smiled.
"I'm ready," she whispered then put her arms around my
neck.
"So am I, Queen Kristine."
And then I pressed hard. My dick slipped in part way.
Her eyes bulged and I saw her bite her lip. I backed
out part way then pressed forward again. My dick went
in further. It was odd. There was no tearing of a
hymen -- just a stiff plowing through a very tight
pussy. I repeated that several more times: back up,
press forward. And each time I got further into her
tight cunt. Finally my pubic hair smashed against her
thin smattering of hair. She held me tightly and
pressed her face into the crook of my neck.
"You are in me," she whispered. "I would have never
believed how good this feels! I am full of my Brody!"
She sniffed and I pulled my face back to look. She had
tears in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"More than," she replied. "I am just... overwhelmed.
Let me feel you in me more."
I knew what she meant. She wanted me to stay buried
deep within her pussy before I started really making
love.
Celeste had been lying next to us just watching. She
suddenly reached over and kissed her sister on the
cheek. "I'm so glad that you get to feel it too. It's
like nothing else!"
Kristine nodded and squeezed Celeste's hand then
kissed my lips. "Okay, lover. Time to ride the wild
horses!"
Where she got those sayings, I have no idea! But I
began thrusting. In and out. In and out. At first it
was just long and deliberate strokes, purposing to rub
along the top of her pussy to give her clit a little
more attention. Finally I didn't care what was
happening -- I just had to ride! Thrusting wildly now,
I banged her and felt my balls slap against her butt.
Each time I bottomed out I heard her wheeze and gasp.
Her hips began matching my rhythm and soon she was
hugging my back with her arms -- hugging, pawing,
grasping, pulling me in closer to her body. Suddenly,
I came. Powerful spurts seemed to threaten to launch
rockets and grenades into her pussy. It felt like
there was enough force to blast through to her other
side. I lay still on her. Her tits pushed up into my
chest and she held me quietly, not moving except for a
little rocking motion with her hips. She also made a
happy little quiet sort of hum as she breathed out.
One hand finally stirred and began stroking my hair.
"Oh, Brody," she finally exclaimed. "Oh! Brody!"
"Now you both are my queens," I softly answered.
Celeste had moved and found a towel. "Need this?" she
asked.
I finally pulled out and along with globs of cum there
were tinges of blood. I suppose that Kristine's cherry
was either loose or mostly torn from prior
experiences. We went into the master bath and showered
together. Breakfast came late. We played with each
other's bodies several more times that morning, but I
refrained from full-blown vaginal sex until I had
condoms. I would see about getting them on the pill
later.
Celeste never had a period until she was 14 and a
half. Kristine's next period showed up a few days
later -- right before her birthday! "I'm sure glad you
already gave me my present," she quipped.
A year later I changed jobs and we moved to the
Silicon Valley where I purchased a very nice home on a
secluded piece of land. At work, I just talk about
work -- never mention home stuff. At home, it's like
I'm married to two hot sexy teenagers; but when
they're out at school, they are merely my sisters and
I'm their guardian. So far, life's been good. Hard?
Yeah, always watching your back and hoping that no one
is trying to figure out what's going on. The girls do
a good job of occasionally dating but never enough to
get really close to some guy. Word around their school
is they think most guys are dorks or infantile.
"Most," they would say, "but not our Brody."
And I have it so fine.