Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2000 11:48:58 CST
From: micrometer69@hotmail.com
Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 4

Legal stuff - don't read this is you aren't old enough or if everybody
around you says you shouldn't.

Everything in Family Friends is fantasy, although who knows what might have
been...

Enjoy.

Family Friends
Chapter Four
Shared Experiences

The next morning, all four of the kids acted like nothing had happened the
night before.  They each locked the other's door when it was their turn in
the bathroom, and neither of them tried to create any opportunity to see or
be seen naked.  They walked to school as usual without speaking of their
experience in the bathroom.  Rusty wondered, however, if Nancy was as wet
as he was hard; and Nancy, who was wondering if Rusty could guess how wet
she was, wondered if that pointy bulge in the front of his slacks was his
penis sticking out as she had seen it the night before or just a wrinkle in
the material of his zipper. Interestingly enough, Rex and Brigitte were
having similar thoughts as they walked out to meet their friends.

After school, the four young people met at the Brown's house to play
tennis.  Just before dinner, they ran over to the Riggle's house to swim a
few laps.  Although they kept the doors to the bathroom closed and/or
locked as the case may be, as they changed clothes they traded several
suggestive remarks about being naked and improper use of the hands.  Even
without having spoken of their separate experiences, those experiences
seemed to have brought a new atmosphere to their relationship.  When Bob
and Janet got home from work, they all had dinner, the kids played some
video games, and around 9:00 the boys went back to Rex's house to spend the
night.

As soon as the boys had left, Nancy and Brigitte said goodnight to Nancy's
parents and went upstairs to get ready for bed.  Having played tennis and
spent time in the pool made showers an obvious part their preparations.
Although they weren't ready for showers immediately, they still wasted no
time shedding their clothes and slipping on the tops of their sleep sets.
Perhaps because these only came down to just below the crotch of each girl,
they preferred them to shorts, panties and t-shirts.

At first, each of them stumbled over the words of the other trying to tell
their stories from the night before.  Finally, Brigitte volunteered to let
Nancy go first.  Nancy began her story with hanging up the phone and going
into the bathroom for her bath.  She told of how she had stripped off her
clothes while the water was running in the tub, how she climbed in and
slowly sank into the enveloping warmth of the water.

"I didn't know it then," she said, "but I had forgotten to lock the door
into Rusty's room."  Then she went on to explain how she had progressed
from rubbing her boobs to playing with herself, how she had raised her
pelvis out of the water so she could see her clitoris, and how wonderful it
felt to rub it with the warm tub water.  As she told her story, Brigitte
sat across from her Indian fashion, just as Nancy sat.  In this position,
each girl had a direct view of the other's crotch, neither trying to do
anything to hide their own privates from view.

Nancy went on, " Rusty must have been peeping in from my bedroom door
watching me, because all of a sudden, he knocks on his door and says he has
to pee!  I could have died!  I had just finished playing with myself, and
my nipples were hard as rocks.  I told him to go downstairs to my parents'
bathroom.  You know what he said?  He said he didn't want to have to put
his clothes on!  Then he said he didn't want Mom and Dad to see him like
this, and just like that, he opens the door!  There he was standing stark
naked in the doorway."

"Are you kidding?" Brigitte gasped.

"No way," exclaimed Nancy.  "He stood right there with his penis sticking
straight out, stiff as a board and bobbing up and down.  I just knew he had
been watching me.  I was so embarrassed, and yet I was excited, too."

"He came in and sat on the commode with me sitting there in the tub trying
to cover my boobs with one hand and my crotch with the other.  We just
stared at each other for a minute or two, and then I said, 'I don't hear
anything.  I thought you had to pee.'  And he said, 'I can't pee right
away.  Things have to settle down first.'  Well, I knew what he meant, but
what could I say?  Do you know what I said?  I said, 'What's the matter
with your penis?'"

At that Brigitte rolled onto her back in laughter, kicking her legs in the
air, with her pussy staring Nancy right in the face.  So Nancy just reached
over and cupped her hand over Brigitte's crotch and gave it a quick rub.
She was pleased to find that Brigitte was just as wet as she was herself.
When Brigitte had quit laughing and sat back up, she put her hand in her
lap and Nancy could see her fingering herself.  So Nancy started playing
with her vaginal lips, too.

Nancy went on, "And Rusty says, 'It just gets stiff once in a while and
sometimes it takes a while to go down.'  Can you believe it?  Then he says,
'Here, let me wash your back.' And I say, 'I don't have a wash cloth.' And
he says, 'OK I'll just use my hands.'  And he gets up off the commode and
comes over to the tub.  I mean, here he is standing right by the tub with
his penis practically poking me in the eye.  I thought I'd die.  You can't
believe how wonderful it looked close up like that.

"Then he knelt down and reached across the tub to get the soap.  His face
was so close to my chest I could feel his breath on the back of my arm.  If
I hadn't been covering my boobs, he could have licked my left one.  Then he
took the soap and plunged it into the water right between my legs.  I
thought he was going to grab my crotch!"

"You wish," Brigitte said, all flushed and breathing heavy, her hand busy
in her lap.

"Yeah," said Nancy, "By that point I really was wishing he'd do something.
At first he just washed my back with his right hand while he leaned on his
left arm.  I could almost feel his eyes trying to see my breasts.  Then all
of a sudden he took his left hand, which was still covered with soap, and
reached under my arm and grabbed my left boob.  He really caught me by
surprise, but it felt soooo goood.  His hand was warm and soapy, and it
just kind of slid around my tit for a minute.  I don't know what might have
happened if I'd let him go on, but suddenly I got scared and told him he
shouldn't be doing that and asked him to leave.  I could have kicked myself
except for what happened next.  You aren't going to believe this,
Brigitte."

By this time Brigitte was really flushed, little beads of sweat were
popping out on her forehead, and she had moved her left hand up under her
pajama top to rub her own breasts.

"So what happened!" she exclaimed.

Stroking her own wet vagina and rubbing her breasts as she remembered Rusty
doing, Nancy continued, "Well, Rusty stood up beside the tub, but he didn't
leave right away.  He just stood there for a second with his penis all
stiff and hard and red practically right at eye level.  I couldn't help but
look at it, and the more I looked the more I think he liked it.  There was
this little drop of fluid right at the end of it.  Well, I don't know what
got into me, but I reached up with my left hand and gently took hold of his
penis.  I squeezed it a little and snuck a look at Rusty's face.  He was in
seventh heaven.  As I let go of it I made sure my finger rubbed across the
end and got some of that fluid.  It was really slippery and slick.  As he
turned to leave I stuck my finger in my mouth and licked it off.  It didn't
have any flavor, but it sure wasn't pee.  Then I laid back down in the tub
and put my hands by my sides hoping he'd turn around and look.  Sure enough
he did.  He stopped for about a minute, and just looked at my whole body
lying there naked in front of him.  Even my crotch was uncovered.  When I
went to bed I had the greatest orgasm ever, just thinking about what his
penis looked and felt like.  Can you beat that?"

Brigitte said, "No, but let me go use the bathroom and calm down a bit and
I can at least match it."

While Brigitte was taking a pee, Nancy got up and walked around the room
trying to calm down.  She had almost made herself climax as she played with
herself and told her story, and she was pretty sure Brigitte had been on
the verge of a climax herself.  She knew neither of them wanted to do that
before Brigitte had a chance to tell her story.  Nancy was beginning to
wonder whether or not she would tell Brigitte what she had learned about
oral sex.

When Brigitte returned from the bathroom, the two girls again sat on the
floor where they could see each other's furry crotch.  Looking at the other
while being looked at was a real turn on for both girls.  Brigitte began
her story, "You know, even after knowing you as well as I do and for as
long as I have, I'm still amazed at how many things we do that are so
similar.  You'd think we were the twins.  Last night after you hung up, I
heard Rex in the bathroom taking a shower, so I figured I'd hit the rec
room for some TV.  But as I passed the door to his bedroom, I could see
light coming from his bathroom door and I knew he had left it open.  He
probably figured you and I would be on the phone forever.  Well, anyway, I
tip toed into his room and found that I could stand in the shadows and
still see his reflection in the mirror.  So I stepped up onto his closet
stool to get a good look.  It was great.  There he was washing his hair in
the shower standing so he was facing the mirror.  I could see everything
but his ankles and feet.  His penis was just kind of hanging there, a lot
smaller than when we saw him and Rusty the other day here at your house.
And that little sack underneath was hanging down, too.  Both of them were
kind of swinging in the breeze as he washed his hair.

After he rinsed his hair, he took the soap and rubbed it all over his body.
When he got to his crotch, I could tell he was looking in the mirror.
After he soaped up his crotch, it seemed like his penis started growing.
But later when he really started scrubbing down there, it really did grow,
and it got hard like the other night.  Anyway, I got so hot, I unzipped my
shorts and let them fall around my ankles so I could play with myself.  He
just kept stroking his penis with his soapy hands.  Then he rinsed off and
stepped out of the shower.  I thought I was caught for sure.  I couldn't
leave with my pants around my ankles, and me standing on that darn stool.
But all he did was grab my hand lotion and get back in the shower.  But he
didn't turn the shower back on right away.  Instead, he squirted a bunch of
hand lotion in his hand and started rubbing it all over his penis and that
little sack.  Then he started rubbing his penis from bottom to top with one
hand then the other."

At this point, Brigitte paused to get her breath.  She had been watching
Nancy's face as well as her hand and could tell that Nancy was getting
excited all over again.  She really wanted to reach over and stick her
finger into Nancy's vagina, but the timing just wasn't right.

"Go on," Nancy said, breathing hard.

"Well, as I watched him playing with himself, pretty soon he stopped using
both hands and just used his right one.  He started pumping his hand up and
down his penis really fast, and I could hear him groaning and breathing
hard, and I could see his face in the mirror, too.  He was getting all
flushed, just like you are now.  Pretty soon this white stuff started
shooting out the end of his penis just like the other night.  It splashed
all over the shower curtain.  I thought I'd die right there. I wanted so
much to run in there and do that for him.  But I just pulled up my shorts
and snuck back to my room where I played with myself until Mom came up to
tell us good night."

"As soon as I saw the lights go off downstairs, I got up and put on this
pajama top.  I knew it wouldn't cover much, but I didn't care.  I went over
to Rex's room and saw him reading that magazine the guys had here the other
day.  When I knocked on the door frame, he tried to hide it under his
pillow.  I just said I wasn't sleepy and asked him if we could talk.  He
seemed surprised, but he said, sure, so I hopped up onto his bed and sat
down like we are now.  I almost pulled the sheet off of him, but he held
onto enough of it to stay covered up.  We just sat there and talked and
joked awhile, and I gave him a bunch of chances to see under my pajamas.  I
know he could see my hair, cause I saw his penis get hard under the sheet.
It kind of throbbed, but he couldn't do anything to hide it without
attracting attention to it.  Pretty soon I started tickling him, and of
course he tickled back.  We ended up with my pajama top up around my waist
and the sheet practically off on the floor.  He kept grabbing my boob and
saying he was sorry, and I kept trying to get an arm or a leg between his
legs so I could feel his penis.

After awhile, I was on my back and he was on his knees straddling my legs.
We had stopped to catch our breath, and I saw him look down at my crotch,
which of course was in full view.  He had a really neat look on his face.
Then I looked at his lap, and there it was.  His penis was fully exposed,
hard as a rock, just an inch or two from my crotch.  I just stared and
stared.  Pretty soon he realized what I was looking at, but he didn't do
anything to cover it up.  So I reached up with my finger tips and rubbed
the underneath side of that little sack and drew my fingers all the way up
to the head of his penis.  Then I wrapped my fingers around it and just
held it, feeling it throb in my hand.  I think he was about to touch my
pussy, when Dad hollered up telling us to go to sleep.  We were afraid he
would come upstairs, so I jumped up and went to my room through the
bathroom.  I can still feel his penis in my hand.  It was the greatest!."

"Yeah," Nancy said, "I know what you mean."

By this time, the girls were both so hot that they immediately removed
their pajama tops and sat facing one another naked on the floor.  Brigitte
leaned back against the end of the bed while Nancy laid back on a stack of
pillows she had placed on the floor.  >From their respective positions,
they could each watch the other masturbate.  Brigitte used one hand to
circle her breasts, massaging them gently and twisting the nipples between
thumb and forefinger.  Nancy knew this was a real turn on for Brigitte
because she had done it for her many times when they played with each
other.  Brigitte used the palm of her other hand to cover her vagina,
rubbing slowly up and down the slit, pressing the heel of her hand against
her clitoris.  Nancy, on the other hand, used her left hand to hold open
her vaginal lips so that she could slide the middle finger of her right
hand up and down the length of the slit and back and forth across her
clitoris.

As she watched Brigitte, she found herself thinking of what her Mom had
said about oral sex.  As she got more and more aroused playing with herself
and watching Brigitte, she began wondering what it would be like to put her
mouth on her friend's pussy.  The more she thought about it, the more
excited she became.  Soon, she was thrusting her finger deeply into her own
pussy as she watched Brigitte do the same.  Her eyes were glued to
Brigitte's crotch, mesmerized by what she was seeing and thinking,
wondering how she could bring up the subject with her friend.

Brigitte, in the meantime, was watching Nancy's face as she continued to
rub her breasts and stroke her vaginal lips.  She could tell that Nancy was
off on some thought trip of her own, more than just turned on by watching
Brigitte's hands as she played with herself.  The look on Nancy's face was
somehow different from the other times they had masturbated together.
Recognizing the approach of her own climax and wanting to prolong the
pleasure she was giving herself, Brigitte slowed the movements of her hands
to gentle strokes and asked her friend, "What are you thinking about?"

Nancy looked up from Brigitte's crotch and said, "I was just thinking about
a talk I had with Mom the other night.  Remember I called you and said I
had something to tell you?"

"Yes," Brigitte replied, "that was the night we were just telling each
other about."

"Well," said Nancy, "we had seen a story on the news that night about a guy
who kidnaped a woman and forced her to perform oral sex with him.  I didn't
know what that meant, so when Mom was alone in her sewing room, I asked her
what oral sex was.  Do you know anything about it?"

Brigitte answered, "No, but I'd like to hear about it.  I can't believe you
could ask your Mom about something like that."

"Mom and I have always been able to talk about that sort of thing.  She
just makes me feel comfortable talking about it.  We have even talked about
masturbating," Nancy replied.  "Anyway, Mom said that oral sex is when one
person puts his or her mouth on the other person's sex organs.  She said
that it feels really great when Dad licks her vagina and clitoris with his
tongue and sucks her clitoris into his mouth.  Then she said that kissing a
guy's penis and taking it into your mouth is a really special thing to do
for a guy.  She said that for the guy, having a mouth around his penis is
similar to having it in a vagina, except the tongue and lips are a lot more
flexible.  When I asked her why people do that, she said that a lot of
people do it as part of foreplay because it feels so good, and some people
do it when they can't risk getting the woman pregnant."

"Wow," Brigitte said, as she continued to stroke her crotch.  She was
getting really turned on picturing her brother's penis and thinking of what
it might feel like to have it in her mouth.  She was also wondering what it
would really feel like to have him licking her where her hand was.
Brigitte asked: "What else did she say?"

Nancy responded, "Well you aren't going to believe this, but I asked her if
she and Dad had oral sex, and she turned beet red and said yes.  Then I
asked her if she enjoyed doing it to Dad, and she said yes, it made her
feel really good.  That's when she sent me upstairs to take a shower.  I'll
bet she thought I was going to play with myself in the tub, but she
couldn't have guessed that Rusty would be watching me."

"So...." Brigitte said slowly, watching Nancy's hand move along her crotch,
her finger gliding slowly over and around her clitoris, "are you thinking
the same thing I'm thinking?"

"I don't know," Nancy said, hesitantly, looking longingly at her friend's
crotch, wet from the juices she knew were flowing from within.  "Do you
want to try it?"

"I don't know," Brigitte said.  "It's kind of scary.  Would you go first?"

That was all the encouragement Nancy needed.  She stopped playing with
herself and moved aside, motioning Brigitte to take her place against the
pillows.  This placed Brigitte on her back with her head propped up so she
could see her feet.  Nancy crawled up beside her and began rubbing her
breasts as Brigitte sank back and sighed, enjoying Nancy's hands.  This was
something they both enjoyed doing for each other.  Soon, Nancy moved her
hand down Brigitte's tummy to her crotch, running her fingers through the
small tuft of hair at the top of her friend's vagina.  As she slipped her
finger into Brigitte's moist pussy, she moved to a prone position between
her legs.  With her face now just inches from Brigitte's crotch, she was
getting a closer look at her friend's sexuality than ever before.
Hesitantly she lowered her head till Brigitte's pubic hair tickled her
nose; then she stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked it across
Brigitte's clitoris.

Even though she knew from her hot breath that Nancy's mouth was close to
her nether region, Brigitte was taken completely by surprise at the
sensation she experienced when Nancy's tongue licked her clitoris.  The
feeling was wonderful!  Without conscious thought, her pelvis rose
immediately to thrust her clitoris more firmly against Nancy's tongue, even
as her eyes popped open and she looked down at Nancy's head in her
crotch. She couldn't prevent the heavy grunt that escaped her at the touch
of Nancy's tongue on her clitoris.

Thus encouraged, Nancy began to lick her tongue all over her friend's
vagina.  She let her own saliva run freely to keep things nice and moist,
licking up and down the length of Brigitte's slit.  She could tell that
Brigitte was really excited, really enjoying this, and this drove her on.
Soon, she was thrusting her tongue as far into Brigitte's vagina as she
could reach. Brigitte's rapid breathing and groans of pleasure fired
Nancy's own pleasure and drove her to greater efforts.  She replaced her
tongue in Brigitte's pussy with two fingers and moved her tongue to her
friend's clitoris, flicking it rapidly back and forth from side to side,
just as she normally did with her fingers.  Once in awhile she would stop
and suck on her friend's clit like a straw.  Soon, each time she did this
she pictured doing the same thing to her brother.  She could tell her own
juices were flowing steadily and hoped she wasn't making a spot on the
carpet.  All of a sudden, Brigitte grabbed her head and pulled her mouth
down onto her pussy, holding it firmly in place as she hunched her hips up
off the floor in the most powerful climax she had ever felt.  The pleasure
Brigitte was experiencing almost brought Nancy to her own climax.  Now she
knew what her mother had meant when she said she enjoyed doing it to her
Dad.

It took a few minutes for Brigitte to come back to reality from this new
experience.  This was the most powerful orgasm her young body had ever
experienced, and as soon as she had recovered her senses, she could hardly
wait to share it with her friend.  Trading places with Nancy, she
immediately began to return the favor and soon Nancy was thrusting her
crotch against Brigitte's eager mouth and probing tongue.  Nancy could
hardly believe how powerful this orgasm had been, and each girl secretly
looked forward to the time when they could share this with their brothers.
As soon as Nancy could move, the girls got up from the floor and made their
way to the bathroom where they gave each other a bath, spending extra time
on breasts and groins.  Once in bed, they fell asleep playing with each
other's furry crotch.