top of page

Tempting Trevor, Part 2


Chapter 7: My Little Brother the Peeper

Trevor did, in fact, think about big tits. The day at the mall, being surrounded by so many hot girls, had the natural effect of giving him a raging boner. He relieved it at his computer. He consciously avoided any of the fauxcest videos, but many of the girls he focused on seemed to have dark hair and big, bouncy boobs. That was ok, though. They were just porno girls who had hot bodies, and they just happened to have dark hair.

Once he’d sprayed his cum, he spent the rest of the evening playing video games, sending the odd text to Mary just to ensure she was doing ok. She was resting. Good. The afternoon turned to evening, and the evening turned to night. Well past midnight, he finally resigned himself to sleep. Stacy hadn’t come home by the time he drifted off. Man, college life must be just one big all-night party, he thought.

In the morning, the day seemed to repeat itself. The sounds of Stacy’s yoga music drifted from the living room as he came downstairs. He entered the room.

“Morning!” Stacy said, her back to him as she stretched, then bent, pushing her ass out toward him.


“Come on,” she invited him, “we’ll make a yogi out of you yet.”

Trevor went through her instruction. This was actually really cool, he decided. Relaxing, calming. At the end of it, he felt more… balanced, he guessed.

“Thanks, sis.” He said, accepting a towel from her and mopping his forehead, “I’m liking this.”

“Me too! I didn’t really think I’d like teaching it as much as I do, but you’re a good student. Quick learner.”

He took a seat on the couch and checked his phone, which he’d remembered to silence this time.


“Hmm?” He grunted, responding to a message from Mary.

“I don’t want to impose, but, well… I was hoping that I could use your computer again. If it’s not too inconvenient.”

Trevor stiffened, but tried not to show it.

“Uh, yeah… sure. I’m gonna shower and watch some TV, so whatever.” he said, his eyes on his phone, though he wasn’t really looking at anything.

“Thanks.” Stacy said happily.

Trevor watched out of the corner of his eye as Stacy’s ass wiggled away out of the room. He gave it a few minutes, and then showered. It was only as he got out that he realized his mistake. He hadn’t actually brought other clothes in with him. He wrapped a towel around his waist and padded softly to the door of his room. Maybe Stacy wasn’t using his computer yet. The door was mostly shut, but cracked. He raised his hand to knock, but then a tingle went down his spine. Was she…?

As soon as the thought entered his brain, he knew he had to know. It was just like the morbid curiosity that had prompted him to open those tabs. He just… had to know. Stealthily, he placed his finger in the door's crack and eased it open just enough to see. And, oh, did he see.

Stacy was at his computer, pushing a thick, pink dildo into herself. Trevor bit his lip. Oh, shit! His desk was essentially just a table, so there was no back to hide what was happening underneath. The rise of the dual-monitor setup ensured that whoever was behind the desk could not see the door, but anyone at the door could clearly see what was happening beneath the desk.

Stacy’s spread legs were quite visible, as was her busy hand, working the toy in and out of her sexy pussy. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure as she fucked herself slowly. He felt his own hand rubbing his cock through the towel, looked down, and quickly pulled it away. Fuck, this was wrong! He was looking at his first real pussy, and it was his own sister’s!

He tore himself away from the door, and hurried off silently, creeping down the stairs, and threw himself down on the couch. His cock was stiff, tenting the towel. He shut his eyes and breathed, but all he could see was a pink dildo, held in long-nailed fingers, being stuffed into a wet, sexy pussy. Jesus, he was the worst fucking brother!

The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut just upstairs drew his attention. Stacy was finished. Stacy was finished masturbating with his computer. He could get dressed. Yes, dressed. He quickly went up to his room and shut the door, locked it, and went to the computer. He ran his hand across the seat. It was wet. He’d just scooped up his sister’s pussy cream on his finger. Oh, God! He wiped his finger on the towel, but instead of putting the towel on the chair, he paused, and with a trembling finger he scooped up more of the wetness, and brought it to his mouth. It had a sweetness to it, but didn’t really taste like much.

He sat in the chair; the towel protecting him from the wetness, and took the mouse in his hand. There was one minimized browser window. Shit! He hovered over it, left-clicked, moved the mouse to “close” then to “maximize”. He had to know. He clicked.

The video was titled, “Beating my Brother’s Boner.”

He put on the headphones and clicked play. This wasn’t a fauxcest video. Chances are it was just a couple roleplaying, but it was certainly homemade. The camera was someone’s phone, set to the side on a table. The couple was young, probably about the same as him, if he had to guess. They did not show their faces. The young man sat on the couch, and his topless “sister” kneeled before him.

She poured lube from a bottle into her hands, and slowly stroked the man’s erection, getting it slick and shiny. She worked both hands up his long shaft, then used one to jerk on the head of his cock, and the other to stroke up and down his rigid pole. Trevor’s hand found his own pole and stroked. The motion of the girl’s hands was hypnotic. His eyes glued to the screen, he matched the rhythm. The “brother” moaned and gasped as his “sister” stroked.

“You like that?” She teased him.


“Do I do it better than your girlfriend?” She asked, hotly.

“Oooh, yeah. Don’t stop!”

“Am I hotter and sexier than she is?”


“She doesn’t suck your cock, does she?”

The man moaned, and somehow Trevor knew he was shaking his head in the negative.

“You could let me suck it,” the girl teased. “You could let your big sister suck it for you.”

“Oh, shit!” the man exclaimed, and his cock twitched wildly in the girl’s hand.

The man grunted, and Trevor saw a hot spurt of cum between the girl’s fingers as she worked the head of his cock. He continued to groan and buck his hips as the girl milked the cum from his hard penis, leaving her hands a sticky mess. She leaned in and sucked the head of his cock, swiping her tongue around the crown to lick up the gooey semen. Trevor’s own cock exploded over his hand. He fumbled for the edge of his towel and wrapped it around his spurting cock as the guilty pleasure flowed through his groin. The girl in the video giggled and slowly milked more cum from her “brother’s” cock, licking it up sexily.

Chapter 8: Lessons

Trevor, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, laid back on his bed watching TV. Well, the TV was on, but he wasn’t really watching. He wasn’t really doing much of anything. He was thinking about the video and feeling guilty. He’d done it again. He’d intruded on Stacy’s private fantasy world. This time, he’d even jerked off and cum to it. Jesus, why had she left that stupid browser open? The thought stopped him. Why had she left the browser open? It wasn’t like Tracy didn’t know the difference between close and minimize. Had she done it on purpose? Had she left it open for him to find? It certainly appeared to be the case. Why else?

She’d meant for him to find it. Teasing him would certainly be something that Stacy would do. She might just be doing it as some kind of sick joke. That would be entirely like her. She’d do it just to fuck with him. Like the time she replaced his shampoo with honey. It wasn’t malicious. It was just the relationship they had. Good-natured ribbing. That was all it was, he was sure. A knock at his door broke the thought.

“Come in,” he called.

Stacy opened the door, dressed in her new bikini. Trevor did his best to keep his eyes on the TV, but she posed with one arm against the doorframe, legs slightly spread. The keyhole top revealed deep cleavage, pressing her breasts together like an offering.

“Feel like hitting the pool with me?” she asked. “It seems a shame to spend such a beautiful day inside watching TV.”

Trevor fought with his hormones, but decided it was the right thing to do. Stacy was just being a jerk with the porno thing, after all. She was screwing with him, to see what kind of reaction she could get, probably laughing to herself the whole time. He couldn’t let her win.

“Yeah, ok. Let me get dressed.” He said.

Stacy did not move from the doorway. She watched him expectantly.

“Um, a little privacy pervert?” He said jokingly.

“Oh, right,” she laughed, “can’t divulge the location of the family jewels. Someone might steal ‘em.”

She shut the door. Trevor sighed and dressed in his swim shorts. He found Stacy outside, already in the pool.

“If you cannonball me,” she yelled, “I’m gonna pants you.”

Trevor took the stairs into the pool, and made a few easy laps back and forth across its length, while Stacy floated on her back, soaking in the sun. Trevor wondered if her boobs helped keep her afloat, then chastised himself for thinking about her tits again. For a while, they just relaxed in the water, then decided on racing from one end of the pool to the other several times. Trevor could tell that Stacy was a bit surprised at how evenly matched they were.

Eventually, they tired of the water and laid out on the loungers to dry off. As they lay in the sun with their shades on, Stacy spoke up.

“So,” she said, “I hear you and Mary haven’t been…intimate.”

“Intimate? Wow, Stacy. That was a whole sentence without the word fuck in it.”

Stacy laughed, saying, “I was trying to be nice, dumbass. Ok. I hear you haven’t fucked your girlfriend yet. Is that better?”

Trevor blushed, but he’d asked for it.

“Why was Mary talking to you about us?” he asked.

“We were girl talking, of course. Girls talk about dicks and clothes.”

“Hey, thanks, by the way. It was really cool of you to include her like that. She doesn’t have a lot of, well, regular friends. They’re all those churchy girls, and I’m sure they’re not talking about dicks and clothes. I know you didn’t have to be so nice, so I appreciate it. Most big sisters wouldn’t even try to get to know their brother’s girlfriend.”

Stacy reached out and touched his shoulder, genuinely touched, even if his supposition for why she was including Mary so thoughtfully couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“She’s a sweet girl.” Stacy said, then asked, “So, why haven’t you boned?”

“You’re weird.”

“No, I’m just embarrassed to have a studly brother that’s still a virgin. I’m thinking about my reputation. Tara was telling me how hunky she thought you were.”

“Tara?” he asked, thinking of Stacy’s statuesque blonde friend. “The last time I saw Tara, she called me a drooling pervert sicko.”

“Well, time has a way of changing one’s perspective, I guess.”

“In my defense,” Trevor said, “her bikini was way too small.”

“So was her boyfriend’s dick.”

They shared a laugh at the joke.

“You’re avoiding the question.” Stacy said, finally.

Trevor sighed. She would not drop it.

“Mary’s a good girl. She’s got all that Jesus in her head from her mom.” He said.

“Jesus isn’t what’s stopping her.” Stacy said.

“What do you mean?”

He rolled over onto his side, curious.

“She’s afraid, trust me. I can see it.”

“Afraid? Why?”

Trevor felt like he was being baited, but Stacy was discussing sex, and the prospect of something that might lead to him having sex with his girlfriend made any reservations about discussing sex with his sister irrelevant.

“Let me divulge the solemn secrets of the female gender to you,” she said, “and remember, these are closely guarded. To discuss them with a man breaks all kinds of rules, so I could totally lose my vag-club card by telling you.”

“Sounds serious.” Trevor joked, but he was genuinely curious. Of course, he’d read plenty of things on the internet about girls, what women want, the kinds of things every guy wants to know more than anything else.

“The thing about most girls,” Stacy said, “is that they’re actually a lot like guys when they think about sex. Especially when a girl hasn’t done it before. They get scared that they’re going to do it wrong, or that they’re not going to be good enough. They think that guys have these lofty expectations about what a girl should know, like kissing or touching, or giving a good blowjob.”

Trevor thought about the video. “Let your big sister suck it for you,” he heard the girl’s voice say, and he felt his dick getting hard.

“That’s stupid,” he said aloud. “Why would I expect her to know about stuff that she has no experience with?”

“It’s just the way people think. Let me ask you this: Are you afraid that you won’t do it right, or that you won’t be good enough? Don’t worry. It’s normal. Of course you are.”

There was no need to answer. She continued, “everyone is worried about that. But really, what were you good at the first time you did it? Hell, I’ll bet you couldn’t even jerk off right the first time. I know I couldn’t.”

“Ok, that makes sense.” He conceded, unable to stop himself from thinking about Stacy shoving a dildo into her pussy.

“It’s like anything else. You learn with experience.”

“Kind of hard to get experience,” he said, “when your girlfriend won’t let you.”

Stacy grinned and felt her pussy juice up. It was exactly the answer she wanted. Bait set. Spring trap.

“What you need,” she offered helpfully, “is to know exactly what works a woman up, so that she won’t say no. She’ll want it more than you do. Now, what you have going for you is that you already have most of what it takes.”

He raised an eyebrow curiously, fully attentive.

Stacy went on, “You’re a total sweetheart. That’s a big win in your favor. Girls get all gooey over that sort of thing. A patient guy that treats her like a queen will get her into bed with you, as you know.”

He nodded.

“If it’s genuine, which it is with you, that’s a foundation for a long-term thing. Girls are 90% mental. Guys are almost completely physical and visual. The challenge for you is that you have to be in her head and her body at the same time. It’s not enough to just kiss and touch. You need to kiss, talk, and touch in just the right places to get her knees turning to jello, and her legs spreading.”

Any remaining reservations Trevor may have had about the conversation were now gone. Listening to an actual desirable woman, talking about kissing, touching, and spreading legs, had his full attention.

“So, what do I do?” he asked.

Snap went the trap.

“You need someone to show you.” She said.

Trevor’s mind turned over, confused.

“How do I do that? She doesn’t know anymore about sex than I do.”

“I can show you.” Stacy offered.

Trevor stared at her dumbly. Stacy looked back expectantly.

“Show me? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she said, “I can show you what to do.”

Trevor’s glacial thoughts finally picked up on what she was saying.

“You? I’m not… what do you mean?” he stammered.

“Ok, I’ll spell it out for you, caveman. I will take you upstairs, lie on the bed with you, and teach you how to kiss, touch, and how to do it right, so that you can get your girlfriend to fuck you.”

“You’re my sister!” Trevor blurted, and then lowered his voice and repeated, “You’re my sister!”

Stacy rolled her eyes, as though he was being childish, and said, “God, I’m just trying to do you a favor. Sisters are supposed to be used for experimentation. Don’t you read porn stories?”

Trevor choked and felt his tongue go dry.

“It’s not like I’m going to fuck you. You’re my brother. We can’t fuck. That’s sick.”

Trevor croaked out, “I know that. Jesus! I’m not,” he realized he was loud, lowered his voice to a whisper and continued, “I’m not trying to fuck my sister.”

“See? It doesn’t have to be weird. I’m just showing you how to do some simple things that every man should know. Would you rather fumble through it on your own and keep getting cock-blocked? I mean, it’s not my virginity on the line. I can get laid whenever I want.”

She turned back onto her back, and put her arms behind her head casually, which made her swelling breasts more prominent. She feigned indifference and dropped the entire conversation. Trevor’s hard penis encouraged him to accept. Having a dick was so unfair, he decided. Even when you knew something was wrong, your dick had a way of telling you it was ok. No one would know. What was the harm? Having a dick was like trying to keep a wife happy. When you didn’t listen, it beat at you until you made it happy. When you finally made it happy, it just wanted to be happier. There was no winning.

Finally, Trevor said, “Ok.”

Stacy ignored him.

“I said, ok.” he repeated.

She turned her shaded gaze toward him and said, “Ok, what?”

Trevor ground his teeth. She was going to make him say it, just to fuck with him.

“Ok, I would like you to show me what to do.” He said calmly.

“What to do?” She teased.

“You know.”

“I do know, but I’m a bitch,” she admitted, and smiled evilly.

Trevor sighed. “Stacy, I would like you to show me how to make a girl sexually excited.”

“I could probably dig up some flash cards, or something,” she said, “and show you penises and vaginas. Or are you being a little pervert, trying to get his hands on his sister’s boobies?”

He huffed.

“Come on, stud,” she relented, and stood up, towering over him like some kind of goddess, “When I’m done with you, panties are going to drop at the mere mention of your name.”

She offered him her hand. His penis twitched with joy. His brain was not so sure, but it no longer had a say in the matter. It had been fully vacated from the driver’s seat. He took Stacy’s hand and followed her inside. She led him up the stairs, and he watched the way her firm butt wiggled with each step she took. His mouth had gone completely dry, and his palms were sweaty. He knew that Stacy could feel the perspiration on the hand she held.

They went to his bedroom, and Stacy locked the door, then laid on the bed on her side, and patted the mattress next to him. He hesitantly lay next to her. She could see his dilated pupils, a mix of arousal and fear. The look made her wet. She loved that look, the look of a man who knows what he is doing is wrong, but he just can’t resist. This was exactly what turned her on. The game, the chase, and then the conquest. God, she could have frigged herself right there just thinking about that look.

She reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately, saying, “Hey. It’s ok. First thing you need to know is that tension, nervousness, is a killer. You can feel it. She can feel it. Nobody gets excited about tension. Good sex is relaxed, fun, and playful. Nothing is going to dry a girl up as fast as a guy that’s nervous. That’s part of the lesson here. Confidence. Girls want a guy that’s confident, sometimes even dominant. They like to be shown that they’re wanted, and that a guy knows what to do with them. That’s what this is all about, right? You want to know what to do, how to do it, and how to be confident about it.”

Trevor nodded, nervously. Stacy took his hand and placed his palm over her heart.

“Shut your eyes,” she instructed, and he did, “your hand isn’t on my boob, it’s on my heart. Can you feel my heart beating?”


“It’s beating fast, but it’s steady, isn’t it?”

He nodded.

“It’s because I’m excited. I have a feeling of anticipation, but if I feel yours,” she said, and placed her hand over his on his bare chest, “It’s afraid.”

He nodded again.

“Girls aren’t scary. Say it back to me.”

“Girls aren’t scary.” He repeated.

“Remember the breathing exercises?”

He nodded.

“Do it with me.”

Trevor focused on the lessons, and breathed. For several minutes, he worked on moving himself into that space in his mind, where his breathing was his whole being. There was a rhythm to it, a calm and relaxing place in his brain, where there wasn’t anything but the feel of his breath in his body. He could still feel Stacy’s hand on his chest, and her voice saying, “good,” but gradually he felt his heartbeat slow. He felt it in Stacy’s chest, too, her heart calming.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Stacy asked. Her voice had taken on a softer, more breathy tone, one that made Trevor’s spine tingle.

“Believe it or not,” she said, “breathing is one of the most important things you can do. Your breathing controls your blood flow, and your brain, and your body. If you’re going to rock a girl’s world, you’re going to have to remember to breathe. You’re in control. She’s yours.”

Stacy moved her face closer to his, and he felt the warm skin of her cheek against his own. She nuzzled her cheek against his, and her voice in his ear said, “Start slow, and soft, like this. Light, teasing your touch and your voice. You want to be in her head, or you’ll never be in her body.”

She took his hand off of her heart, and placed it on her bare side, just about her hip.

“Fingertips light, right here,” she instructed, “move from my hip, into the small of my back. Light touches, like a butterfly’s wings on my skin. I'm not Stacy. I'm just a sexy girl that wants to be seduced.”

He traced his fingers along her hip, into the small of her back, and felt goosebumps rise on her skin. He smiled to himself.

“Let them roam, like that, along my back and my sides. Don’t go for the ass or the tits. You want her to want it. It’s a tease.” She said as she continued to nuzzle his cheek.

Trevor did as he was told, letting his fingertips slide along her curves, up her back, along her spine, down the top of her arm, and back along the underside, and then down her side, making a circuit back to her hip, where he gently squeezed, and Stacy trembled.

“Good,” she praised him, “That was so good, baby,” she cooed, “Make her eager to have more. Her body is full of little spots like that. Get into her head at the same time, though. Tell her she’s yours. Tell her she belongs to you.”

“You belong to me.” Trevor said softly in her ear, and his hands continued their circuit along her body, raising the little hairs on her body.

“She’s your sexy pet,” Stacy said, “and she belongs to you. Now, include the neck, soft, slow, and up behind the ear, where it’s really sensitive.”

He did as instructed, his cock hard in his shorts, his mind focused on his own breathing, and the feel of Stacy’s skin under his fingers. His eyes were still closed. Stacy’s cheek slid along his, and then she moved down, until her lips were brushing against his, and she pressed lightly. He responded and let her lead. Her head cocked just slightly, and their lips melted together, parting. He was clumsy, sticking his tongue into her mouth with too much eagerness.

“Not yet,” she said, “lips first, slow, but with desire. The tongue teases the lips first, coaxes hers out to yours.”

She kissed again, and Trevor took his time, playing his tongue across her lips, and he was rewarded when Stacy’s slipped out to touch it. He couldn’t help but make a mental comparison between Stacy and Mary. She was right. He could feel Stacy’s confidence in what she was doing, and the fear that Mary’s kisses held. Mary was too much in her own head, focused on her insecurity, just like he was. Stacy was in his head, showing him she owned him.

The sound of their wet lips smacking filled the room. Trevor became a bit more bold, and on his next pass down her side, he moved his hands down her bare leg, brushing his fingers just behind her knee. Stacy moaned into his mouth, and he felt genuine excitement in her. He allowed himself an exultant thrill at having given her pleasure, and continued his path up the back of her leg and over the flesh of her ass, palm flat, gripping her glute with just a touch of the animal aggression that was building up inside him. Stacy moved her leg over his and hooked it behind his knee.

Her hand finally moved on his chest, and traced its way over his body, exploring it in the same way her tongue and lips explored his mouth. He could feel her breathing become more excited as he continued to let his hands roam up her back, along her neck, behind her ear, brushing her hair lightly out of the way, cupping her cheek as their tongues slipped across each other.

Trevor broke their kiss and nuzzled her cheek. He flicked his tongue lightly across her earlobe and kissed that spot just behind her ear, whispering, “You’re so sexy.”

He felt Stacy quiver delightfully and felt proud of himself for remembering to get into her head.

“Good, now you can be a little dirtier,” she encouraged. “Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

“You’re making my…my cock so hard,” Trevor whispered.

Stacy purred, and kissed him, then said, “Now, you can go for the tits, just a little. Don’t assault them. Be gentle, brush the nipples, squeeze them softly.”

Trevor focused on his breathing, and let his hands wander up to Stacy’s breasts, where he cupped one in his trembling hand. God, they were so much bigger than Mary’s. The feeling was incredible. Her nipples were hard little points beneath the suit top, and he played his fingers over them, making Stacy exhale excitedly into his mouth.

“Just like that,” she encouraged, “you’re making my pussy so wet, baby.”

Trevor felt his dick lurch at the mention of Stacy’s wet pussy.

“Now, keep going. Don’t push the dick on her,” Stacy said. “She wants it. She’ll let you know when she needs it.”

While he continued to rub her breast through the top, Stacy slid her hand down to his shorts, where she found his engorged penis. She caressed it and fondled it lightly through his trunks, making him groan. It was getting more difficult to focus on his breathing as Stacy’s fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked gently.

“You’re so hard,” she said breathily, “and so big.”

She kissed him again as she stroked his cock through the trunks, cupping his balls, squeezing his shaft. He wondered what her thick, smacking lips would feel like sliding up and down his cock, rather than her hand, but that was stupid. She was just teaching him to kiss and touch. She was being helpful, and he was being a pervert.

Stacy’s handling of his cock was quickly pushing him toward cumming, and it was getting harder to focus on keeping his breathing even. The overwhelming pleasure in his penis, the first time a real woman had ever touched it, was quickly pushing his mind out of his mental space that had kept him calm. Now, his excitement was peaking, and he knew that if she didn’t stop, the end was imminent. Stacy could feel his penis twitching in her hand, growing fatter as Trevor approached his orgasm.

“Stac…” he croaked.

“It’s ok. Just let it happen,” she said, and smacked her lips against his again, slipping her tongue playfully into his mouth.

Trevor’s hands on her body had stopped moving. One hand clung tightly to her ass as his body trembled. She could feel how he was holding back his need to cum, wanting the pleasure to last as long as possible, but he was losing. He didn’t stand a chance; she knew. It was the first time a woman had really touched his cock, and he was young. He didn’t have staying power. He would, though. She would make sure of that.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?” she breathed in his ear.

Trevor couldn’t reply. If he opened his mouth, he would cum. His complete attention was focused on fighting it off. She was right. It felt so fucking good that he didn’t want it to end.

“You’re thinking about my pussy, aren’t you?”

Trevor shuddered. He was thinking about her pussy. He was wondering how amazing a warm, wet pussy around his cock would feel if just a hand was this good.

“You want to fuck it, don’t you, baby? You want to put your big, perverted cock in your sister and cum.”

Trevor gasped and lost control. His cock erupted into his shorts, semen soaking through the fabric onto Stacy’s hand, while she continued to milk him dry. She pushed her tongue back into his mouth and felt his hot breath, panting and grunting into her mouth as he unloaded his balls for her. She stroked back his hair as he enjoyed his first orgasm from a woman. When he’d stopped twitching and his cock softened, Stacy pulled her lips away, but continued stroking his hair.

Trevor regained his senses, and felt the cum drying and cooling in his shorts, a sticky mess that made his limp penis cling to the fabric of his swimsuit. Stacy watched his face turn beet red from embarrassment, and his lips quivered as though he might cry. God, she wanted to plunge her fingers into her cunt so badly. There was nothing like that look of shame in a man’s eyes once he’s realized what he’s done. She knew he’d be telling himself that it would never happen again. He wasn’t a cheater. It had been a moment of weakness. Then, he would have an erection, and he would think of her.

She was absolutely right. Trevor’s mind was a jumble of emotions. He’d cheated on his girlfriend, cheated on Mary with his own sister. Was it really cheating, though? He hadn’t had sex, couldn’t have sex with Stacy. She was his sister. He wasn’t going to fuck her. He was learning. He was learning how to be a good lover, and it just happened to be Stacy who was teaching him what he needed to know. This was a good thing, he reconciled. It was a good thing for both of them. He would be able to please Mary.

He’d have experience, and know how to make it good for her, so she could enjoy it. He was a good boyfriend, and he had a good sister who loved him enough to help him learn. It was him that was thinking perverted thoughts about sinking his throbbing cock into her mouth and pussy. Stacy was just trying to make it realistic for him, so he’d be good at it, like she was good at it. She was so good at it.

Stacy released his cock. Trevor quickly removed his death grip on her ass cheek and blushed.

“Sorry,” he said weakly, “I didn’t mean to… to do that.”

“Hey,” she said, and made him look at her, “don’t be sorry. Never be sorry for having a natural reaction to being excited. Remember, tension, nervousness, they’re killers. When you fight what happens naturally, you get tense and it will show. Men cum. Women cum. It doesn’t matter if they’re brothers or sisters or the fucking President, they all cum.”

Trevor laughed at that and felt a little better.

“Thanks,” he said, not really sure if it was for her words or the handjob. Probably a blanket to cover both, but Stacy seemed to understand.

“It’s ok to get turned on,” she said, “when you’re touching someone. If you hadn’t, I’d have felt awful, and you turned me on, too.”


“Yeah! I wasn’t just trying to rile you up when I said my pussy was wet. You did great. You need more practice,” she said, with no hint of commitment, “but that will come with time. You’re a natural lover, Trev. Like I said, you really are sweet, and that comes across in the way you touch. Once you have the experience, you’ll have that little girlfriend addicted to spreading her legs.”

She winked and grinned at him, making him smile back sheepishly. Just like Stacy to follow up a compliment with something outlandish and dirty.

“You should probably go clean up,” she said, her eyes flicking down to his crotch.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thanks again.”

As shocking as the afternoon had been, what Stacy did next completely blew his mind. She brought her cum-covered hand to her mouth, and licked at the semen on her fingers, sampling it like she was testing a wine. Trevor gaped openly, at a loss for words.

“What?” she asked, as though it were only natural to put her brother’s semen into her mouth. She looked at her hand and said, “Every sister is curious. It’s just a little cum, after all. Incest sperm doesn’t really taste any different from other sperm,” she concluded with a shrug. “Go take a shower.”

Trevor shook his head and rolled off of the bed, then fumbled in his drawers for a clean pair of shorts and a shirt. As he went for the door, Stacy said, “Trev?”

He turned back.

“Do you mind if I use your computer while you’re in the shower?”

He slowly shook his head and fled from the room.

Chapter 9: Daddy’s Cake


Trevor took his sweet time in the shower, letting the water run down over his body until it was ice cold. It still couldn’t wash the filth from his mind, though. Now that he had time to think, alone, away from the smell and the heat of Stacy’s body, her gentle touching, plump lips, and seductive curves, he was conflicted again. He thought of how much better he was going to be at making his girlfriend horny.

When he thought about how his hands would feel tracing the curves of Mary’s tiny body, sliding his fingertips along those sensitive areas, how wonderful the little points of her nipples would feel as he stroked them, Mary’s small buds ballooned in his imagination, into full mounds he couldn’t even get his whole hand around. When he imagined how she might moan in pleasure, or what she might say when she was aroused, it wasn’t Mary’s soft, lilting tone in his head. It was a honey-dipped, confident voice saying, “My pussy is so wet… You’re thinking about my pussy, aren’t you?”

He shut off the shower, dried and dressed. As he approached the door to his room, he stopped. It was open. When he looked inside, was he going to see Stacy at his computer, openly masturbating, plunging that pink toy into her wet pussy? He suddenly found himself excited at the idea, and then immediately felt bad. It was all so confusing. He slowly approached, peeked around the doorframe. The room was empty. He felt a curious mix of relief and disappointment.

He shut the door and locked it, then made his way to the computer. Yes, the chair had the telltale signs of Stacy’s wetness on it. He sat down and moved the mouse, waking the monitor. He felt somewhat disappointed again when he did not see any tabs left open this time. Instead of stopping there, though, he opened the browser and accessed the history. He should stop, he knew. It was enough that he’d fallen for her little trick to mess with him by leaving the tab open, but what he was doing now verged on an actual invasion of her privacy. He was actively seeking what she’d been watching as she masturbated. He just couldn’t help himself. He had to know.

The history was empty. He sat back in the chair and crossed his arms. Yeah, Stacy knew exactly what she was doing. She’d pranked him good. She’d won. He, however, had no desire to get her back. Instead, he went to his bed and took a nap. The smell of Stacy’s hair on his pillows filled his nostrils as he closed his eyes.

When he awoke, it was to the sound of his phone pinging on the dresser. He blearily opened his eyes and rolled over, staring at the ceiling and giving the grogginess time to subside. Finally, he hauled himself off the bed and checked his phone.

“I love you.” from Mary.

“I love you. How are you feeling?” he wrote back, and stretched.

“Ok. Still not tip-top.” Came the reply.

“Need anything?” He asked.

“No. Just gonna take it easy. Love you. TTYL.”

He shot back a kiss and went to the next message. An invitation to a movie by his friends. He agreed, and made plans, then checked the time. Nearly 6:00. He made his way downstairs, and followed the smell of food coming from the kitchen, where he found Stacy helping his mother finish dinner. His father sat at the table, reading from a tablet.

“Hey, champ,” his dad greeted him, “what’s up?”

Trevor shook his head, saying, “I’m gonna go out to a movie with Rob and some guys. Cool?”

“Sure,” his dad shrugged.

Trevor sat at the table and bantered with his dad while the two women brought dinner to the table.

As they ate, Stacy said to her mother, “Trevor’s learning yoga.”

“Really?” his mother asked. Her voice held a quaver that Trevor did not detect.

“Yeah,” Trevor agreed, around a mouthful, swallowed, “Stacy’s a great teacher.”

He flushed a bit, as he remembered his most recent lessons, and caught Stacy’s wink across the table.

“I’m gonna go get ready to leave.” He snapped and took his plate to the sink. “Don’t wanna be late.” he added.

“Have fun.” His dad said.

Trevor scurried from the room.

Once Trevor was gone, Stacy’s mother let out a squeak of pleasure that she’d been holding in for minutes, making her husband glance up. He noticed that she’d hardly touched her food. Stacy looked back across the table at him, and he swallowed, unable to look away. He could see, now that he was paying attention, that Stacy’s hand was beneath the table, in her mother’s lap.

“Mom’s old hole is really juicy today, daddy,” Stacy said, grinning wickedly, “she must really need some action,” she rested her head on Lena's shoulder and flicked her tongue against her mother’s neck, just behind her ear, bringing another moan from her.

“How long has it been since you got to cum, mommy?” Stacy asked, her fingers sliding through the wet gash between her legs. Her mother hadn’t worn panties, or pants, for nearly a year. That was Stacy’s rule. Skirts or short dresses only. She should always have her cunt available, even though it was unlikely to ever be used.

Lena melted into her touch, arms limp at her sides as she surrendered to the pleasure, and gasped, “s… since… since Christmas.”

“Oh my God, that’s so long!” Stacy teased. “You must need it really bad.”

“Yes!” Lena blurted.

Don could only watch from across the table as his daughter manipulated her mother’s cunt. He knew that, physically, he could get up and put a stop to it, but he wouldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t. He knew what was going to happen when Stacy got this way, and he wanted it as much as Lena, even though he hated himself for it.

“I can make you cum really good, can’t I?”


“You remember just how good, don’t you?”

Lena nodded as her hips bucked in the chair. She needed this so badly!

“Trevor’s going to leave, and we’re going to be all alone. I haven’t taken care of you since I got back, have I?”

Lena shook her head.

“You’ve been thinking about it, though. You’ve been wanting it. You’ve been taking care of daddy, but you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”

Lena nodded, and Stacy turned her mother’s wild eyes toward her own. She kissed her sexily, and from the corner of her eye she could see her father’s hand drop to his crotch. Stacy continued to make out with her mother as he watched, rubbing his hard prick.

“Do you want daddy to push his cock into you?” Stacy asked.

Lena shook her head quickly.

“Why not? I thought you wanted to cum so bad?”

“I don’t… I don’t deserve it…” she hissed, and flushed red from the shame, her pussy pushing against Stacy’s hand.

“He’s a big, strong man with a fat cock, isn’t he?”

Lena nodded, unable to look away from her daughter’s eyes.

“He deserves to have good pussy, doesn’t he?”

Lena nodded and tried to get Stacy’s fingers into her cunt, but she just kept teasing, brushing, backing off, keeping her on edge.

“He deserves to fuck hot, young pussy that will do all the dirty things his bitch wife won’t, doesn’t he?”

“Oh, God!” Lena panted.

“Say it, and I’ll let you cum.”

“I’m a bitch wife,” Lena panted, “and he deserves… he deserves good pussy!”

“Good girl.”

Stacy kissed her again and pushed her fingers into her mother’s wet hole, grinding her thumb against her clit until Lena squealed into her mouth and had a violent, hip-bucking orgasm. It had been months, and she was absolutely desperate for it. Even if her husband had fucked her, which he wouldn’t, she wouldn’t have cum the way she had learned to do for Stacy. She was a slave to Stacy’s humiliation, her manipulation, the way she demeaned her and took control of her. She was her daughter’s toy.

Stacy backed off and pulled her fingers from her mother’s sucking cunt. She extended them across the table to her father, but he shook his head. Stacy laughed.

“Oh my God! He doesn’t even want to taste you after 6 months with no pussy.” Stacy hissed.

Lena lowered her head in shame, then Stacy put her fingers into her own mouth and sucked them clean. She rose, crossed to the other side of the table, and made out passionately with her father. Lena watched his hands eagerly cup Stacy’s ass and caress her back. Her daughter’s hand fell to his cock, and she listened to Don groan appreciatively as Stacy played with his package. Then she broke the kiss and slapped her father’s hand away from her ass.

“You’re such a pervert, dad. Don’t fucking touch me.” she said, and slapped his face.

She left the room, leaving her horned up parents in a state of sexual frenzy. Stacy climbed the steps and met Trevor in the hallway as he was headed for the door. He nervously fidgeted as she approached and gave him a sisterly hug.

“Have fun at the movie.” She said and then went to her room.

Trevor released a breath and hurried down the stairs and out the door. Stacy took her time, selecting the right look. The last few days of working on Trevor and Mary had left her in a sexual frenzy, too, and she needed to do something more about it than a dildo. That was only useful in a pinch. It didn’t satisfy her need, though. Dildos didn’t look at you with awe and terror as you used them. Only people did that, and that was what she needed.

She found her parents in the living room. Her father was in his big chair, and her mother was on the couch. Stacy smiled at the wedge she’d driven between them. Before she’d completely upended their marriage with her predatory teasing, and ultimately seduction, they’d have been curled up on that couch together. Now, though, her dad didn’t think of his wife as a sex partner, or even someone to be intimate with. She was more like a roommate. He still loved her, and she was a wonderful person. She just wasn’t someone that he wanted to fuck. She couldn’t fulfill the need that Stacy had instilled in him.

Of course, it had taken time. She’d had to lay a lot of groundwork to make her parents view her as a sexual object, instead of their daughter. A lot of teasing, innuendo, research, the right porn left in the right places, at the right time, and slowly their perspective had changed. Now, she owned them both, and that was her own addiction.

That look of worship on their faces as she entered the room sent a thrill through her. Those wide eyes, the eager anticipation on their faces, even as their minds struggled with the fact that what they were doing was wrong on every level to the outside world, but they were slaves to the animal passions Stacy had awakened in them. They were her slaves.

Lena’s eyes wandered down Stacy’s body, that tight, 20-year-old piece of insanely gorgeous ass with a mind that was geared only toward seduction and destruction. And, oh, was she good at it. She remembered, every day, how Stacy manipulated her mind and body to bring her pleasure like she’d never known from any man. She’d caved much faster than her husband, she thought with shame as her pussy tingled, but she didn’t care anymore. She’d lick Stacy’s asshole, take the abuse and demeaning dirty talk. For months now, she’d only pleased her husband with her mouth, and then only while he watched recorded sessions of himself and Stacy fucking.

He’d blast his hot jizz down her throat, while he moaned out Stacy’s name, imagining that it was his daughter’s warm, young pussy that he was shooting into. Her mouth was just a hole for him to empty his balls into, a receptacle until he could get his cock back into something worth fucking. Stacy had put those words into her head the last time she’d been home, and they came back to Lena now as her daughter slid into her arms on the couch and petted and pawed at her.

Don slid his pants off and watched the two women writhing in each other’s arms on the couch. His wife moaned into Stacy’s mouth as their daughter kissed, licked, stripped, fingered and sucked at her, discarding her clothes until Lena was naked and willingly spreading her legs for Stacy’s tongue. He stroked his hard member while Stacy worked her under-sexed mother into a state of such arousal that she was practically drooling on her own tits. Occasionally, Stacy would stop and whisper things to her mother that Don couldn’t hear, but knew were utterly depraved, worming their way into his wife’s brain and furthering Stacy’s hold on her.

It was incredible to watch Stacy work, and even though he knew he should feel horrible, all he felt was arousal at the way his stacked daughter exuded her sexual power over a woman twice her age so easily. It wasn’t just Stacy’s incredible body, or the filthy things she whispered, like the voice of temptation in the Garden, but her complete aura of sensual confidence, as though she knew that there was no resisting her. She was right. He’d tried. God, he’d tried, but she was relentless, and he was only a man. Now, he was hooked.

He got up from the chair and approached the couch, where Stacy had her legs spread, and her mother was submissively lapping away at Stacy’s cunt as she stroked her hair.

“Daddy’s so horny, mom,” Stacy cooed, watching Don’s bobbing penis get closer. “He hasn’t had pussy for months. He’s only had your stupid mouth, hasn’t he?”

Lena hummed into Stacy’s cunt.

“Did mommy’s mouth make you happy, daddy?” Stacy asked him as he neared.


“What were you thinking about while you jerked off with her mouth?” Stacy asked, stroking Lena’s hair.

“You, baby.” he admitted.

“You were thinking about your daughter?” Stacy teased.


“What were you doing to my hot body, daddy?”

“Fucking you,” Don said, stroking.

“That’s so gross,” she said with a look of contempt. “Why would you do that?”

“You’re so sexy, baby,” Don said. “I can’t help it.”

“You should fuck your wife, not think about fucking your daughter.”

“She’s no fun, and she doesn’t do the things I want.” Don admitted.

“What kind of sick things do you want to do, daddy?”

“I want a woman that knows how to suck my cock right,” he said, “and some pussy that isn’t loose and wrinkled.”

Lena trembled and Stacy pushed her face harder into her cunt.

“Mom sucks your cock. You just said it.”

“She’s terrible at it. It’s more like jerking off with a warm dish towel.” Don said.

“You think I’m better at sucking cock?” She asked.

He nodded.

“That’s so gross. I’m not sucking your dick, dad.”

Don reached out and groped Stacy’s breast. She batted his hand away and said, “stop it. Don’t fucking molest me, you pervert.”

Don reddened, and reached out for the back of her head, gripped tightly, and pushed his cock toward her mouth. Stacy spit on it and slapped his chest. The head bumped against her lips, but she kept them tightly pressed together, denying him access, shaking her head and humming, “Mmm mmm!”

Don pushed his wife out of the way, and grabbed Stacy by the throat, pushing her down roughly onto the couch. She snapped her legs together and pushed at his chest as she choked, his hand tight around her throat.

“Fucking cocktease!” He grunted and pried her legs apart. He pushed his lips against hers. Stacy squeaked, and then looked him in the eye. It wasn’t fear that he saw there. It was victory, mocking and cruel. She knew he would do anything to get his dick into her. It had been months, and his singular source of release had been Lena’s mouth and porno featuring him and Stacy fucking. There was no resistance left in him. He had to have her pussy. He had to! With a forceful push, he buried his cock inside of her and fucked her as hard as he could, pounding into her wet and sucking, wonderful, young pussy. He’d been imagining it for months, while he emptied his nuts into that old used up wife, and now his pussy was back. His pussy. It was his.

“Fucking slut,” he growled, “That’s my fucking pussy! I need this pussy, baby. I need it.”

Stacy humped back against him now, and his grip on her throat loosened. He mauled her tits roughly as his cock beat into her over and over, while his wife watched and fingered her own cunt.

Stacy’s groans turned to a chant of, “Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little girl. Fuck your pussy. Oooh, it’s your pussy, daddy. Fuck your pussy.”

The months of pent-up desire had Don emptying his balls into her within minutes. Hot jets of cum poured into his daughter’s gripping pussy, and he felt her buck up against him as she came. She watched the bottled-up desire slowly fade from his eyes, draining along with his balls, and being replaced by that wave of regret at his own weakness. Stacy came again.

Chapter 10: Mary and the Makeover

When Trevor opened the door to his room, the last thing he’d expected to find was his sister, laying on his bed in a pair of purple panties and a tank top, but that is precisely what he found. He stood stock still in the doorway.

“Um, hi?” He said, and Stacy looked up from her phone.

“Hey Trev,” she replied, “I was waiting for you.”

“Why?” He glanced over at his computer, and Stacy laughed, saying, “No, I didn’t borrow your computer. I ask permission before I use things. That’s actually why I’m here.”

Trevor blushed, knowing he’d been caught, and knowing that Stacy knew exactly why he’d looked at the computer. She’d got another one over on him with nothing but an implication. Damn it!

“Well, let me start again,” she went on, “I’m here, physically, because you have nicer TV in your room, and I’m watching the Kardoucheans. I was waiting for you to ask for permission.”

“You don’t need my permission to use the computer,” he said, and shrugged, “whatever. Just use it. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, but that actually is not the permission I was looking for. How would you like to have a hot, sexy, confident woman to fuck?”

Trevor fidgeted in the most adorable way, his mouth working, but words unable to come out.

“Stacy, we…” he hissed, then quietly, “we can’t…”

“Not me, pervert,” she stopped him. “We talked about this. You can’t fuck your sister.”

Trevor shut the door and pressed his back against it.

“Will you keep it down?”

Stacy ignored him and pressed on, “I was talking about your girlfriend.”


“Do you have another one?”

Stacy was struggling to contain her glee. Not only did Trevor not associate his girlfriend with the words “hot,” “sexy,” or “confident,” he’d immediately thought of her. Fuck, it was almost too easy. She was definitely going to have to go after a married guy next. Her dad had held out for over a year, through an 18-year-old Stacy’s teasing, dirty talk, handjobs, dick sucking, until he’d finally snapped and just slammed his cock into her. Now, that had been a long, fun game. She didn’t think she’d ever find a challenge like that again.

“What about Mary?” Trevor asked, protectively.

Hmm, maybe not so easy, after all. She thought, then said aloud, “I wanted permission to borrow your girlfriend for a chick’s day out. I’m going to make her over for you. That girl seriously needs a girly friend. What do you say?”

“It’s not up to me. If you want to do something with her, just ask. I’m sure she’d be up for it. She thinks you’re really nice.”

“When I bring her back, she’ll never be the same. Are you sure you can handle that? Can you handle sexy Mary?”

Trevor snorted, and said, “I’d like to handle sexy Mary.”

“Number please?” she asked.

Trevor gave it to her and watched her type it into her phone. She locked the screen and stood up from the bed, giving him a quick, sisterly peck on the cheek and heading to the door.

“Oh,” she said, “I left you some great porn up on the computer.”

She bolted from the room, cackling madly. He knew he shouldn’t look now. She’d just admitted to screwing with him. There was probably nothing there, anyway. She’d just said it to fuck with him further. He’d move the mouse and then feel stupid when there was a blank screen. He locked the door, then edged closer to the computer. But what if it wasn’t? He rounded the desk. The chair was dry. He sat down and moved the mouse. The screen came to life. There was no porno video.

“What the fuck?” he said to the empty room.

Stacy had changed the background picture of his desktop to an enlarged image of a pair of large tits encased in a black keyhole bikini top. The zoomed in view showed the flawless slopes of cleavage, teasing him through the cut-out. Stacy’s tits.

He clicked the monitor off and went to bed. She’d gotten him again. He should think of a way to get her back for that. Instead, he thought about the deep valley of her cleavage, the swell and slope of those perfect orbs of female flesh. He remembered the way they’d felt in his hands, while her tongue pressed into his mouth, and her nipples hardened under his fingertips. Instead, he thought about those things, touched his cock. It didn’t feel as good as when Stacy had done it.

The following morning, his new routine repeated itself. Stacy was in the living room, waiting for him to do their exercises, dressed in tight-fitting booty shorts and a sports bra. Trevor expected, maybe, some weirdness or tension between the two of them, but Stacy acted as if yesterday’s “lesson” had never happened. Trevor wondered how she could be so nonchalant about having jerked off her brother through his swim trunks. But then, it wasn’t weird to Stacy. She was an experienced woman, just helping her silly little brother learn something new. She wasn’t thinking about his cock in her mouth, or between her legs. He was the one having unholy thoughts about his sibling and her large, bouncing tits. Jesus, and he was getting hard thinking about it!

“So, I’m taking your girlfriend today,” Stacy said, as they wrapped up.

Trevor nodded, oblivious to the double meaning of Stacy’s words, and replied, “I saw the text this morning. She’s really excited. Nervous, too. She’s never had a real girl buddy to go do things with. What are you gonna do?”

Stacy rubbed a towel between her breasts and watched Trevor’s eyes follow the movement.

“The usual. Nails, hair, clothes, lattes, talking about dicks and clothes.”

Trevor said, with a chuckle, “Great,” then added, more seriously, “and, thanks. Really. It’s cool of you to do that. I can give you some of my Grad money, you know, to get her some stuff. I don’t want you to have to spend on my girlfriend.”

Stacy shook her head. “No. Not at all. Just think of her as my special summer project. I want to make sure my little bro has something sexy to bone, you know, when you finally do get to bone.”

She giggled at his embarrassed flush, and then punched his arm playfully, saying, “Oh, lighten up. You know I’m just a tease, dork.”

“Yeah, I know. Jerk!” he punched her back. “Not funny, by the way, the stupid computer thing.”

Stacy burst out in a fit of laughter that went on for several seconds, as she imagined the look of shock on her brother’s face when he’d seen his desktop.

“Oh, man,” she wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye, “I’m sorry. Really, I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.You’re too easy!”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna put a password on it now,” he jibed, “and I’ll stand behind you when you use it, to make sure you’re not doing anything inappropriate that I’m going to get busted for later.”

“Ooooh,” Stacey crooned, “Does that mean you’re going to watch me when I watch porn? You kinky little nerd.” She teased, elbowing him.

“What? No! That’s not… damn it. Can you at least wipe off the fuckin’ chair when you’re done?”

Stacy’s giggles returned, and she doubled over with laughter, her hand resting on his shoulder, as though for support.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked, “Really… I’m… sorry. I just, I get these things in my head sometimes, and—” she made a twirling gesture into the air, as though pulling thoughts from her head into reality, “Oh, man. I know. I’m fucked in the head. What’s the use of a little brother, if you can’t make him super uncomfortable, though? It’s what sisters do.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Trevor said, and rolled his eyes. Now the thought of his sister masturbating was stuck in his head again. Shit!

“Really, I’m sorry. I’ll stop leaving cum in your chair,” she offered, then checked her phone. “I’m going to get ready. I have a date with your girlfriend soon.”

Trevor nodded and said, “Just don’t bring her back with pierced nipples and a slave collar or something.”

Stacy started up the stairs, and called back, “No promises!”

Trevor groaned and went to dig up something to eat, calling Mary as he rooted through the pantry.

Shortly thereafter, Stacy pulled her car into the address that Mary had given her and knocked on the door. There was an answer from a dour-looking woman in a long skirt, wearing a thick blouse that came up to her neck. She looked a lot like an older, sour version of Mary. Stacy immediately pegged her for the mother and then thought that she could make an interesting future project. She hoped the father was still around. Later.

“Hello, ma’am,” Stacy said politely, “Is Mary home?”

The woman looked Stacy up and down, and immediately pegged her for a slut, with her big breasts on display in a tight top, and a pair of shorts that barely covered her vagina.

“You must be Trevor’s sister,” the woman said. “Yes, Mary is here. I’ll send her down. Won’t you come in?”

“Thank you very much,” Stacy answered, and stepped inside, then added, “I really appreciate you letting me take your daughter out today. I’m just home from college for the summer, and I’m really hoping to get to know my brother’s girlfriend better. She’s been so kind and sweet.”

“Well,” the woman said, brightening, “I have to say that your brother is a good boy. He’s so polite. Just wait here, dear.”

Stacy stood in the hallway and examined the family pictures. Yes, there was a father in the picture, and a handsome one. She could tell from the pictures that he wasn’t as uptight as mom, but that was normal. Most men weren’t. They just tended to conform to the norms of their source of pussy. She wondered, as she waited, just what little miss stuffy cunt was hiding under those flour sacks she was wearing.

Mary nervously strode down the hall toward Stacy, decked in her usual unappealing garb. Loose jeans. A flowery little blouse that covered her entire top, down to the elbows. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, showing her freckled face and kind, green eyes. She had a small purse slung over one shoulder. Stacy looked down on her and suppressed a giggle at how unevenly matched they were. Mary was nearly a foot shorter than she, which put the girl’s face at breast level on Stacy.

“Hey you,” Stacy said excitedly, “Ready for a girl’s day out?”

Mary nodded, smiling. She was nervous, yes, Stacy noted, but she seemed genuinely excited to do something… rebellious. Mary’s mother soon joined them.

“When will you be home?” Mother asked.

“I don’t know,” Mary replied, a hint of annoyance in her tone. “Later, I guess.”

“Well, just be careful,” Mother answered, displeased and frowning.

Stacy clearly picked up on her insecurity. Her daughter was a legal adult now, and the woman was losing her hold on her. She wasn’t happy about it. She’d beaten a lot of Jesus into the girl’s head, and now here came this big-boobed harlot to rip it all out and replace it with the evils of the world. Boys. Kardashians. Naughty outfits. Nintendo.

“I will, mom.” Mary agreed, “Love you.”

Mother nodded and stood in the doorway as Stacy and Mary went to the car. Once inside, and pulling away from the house, Stacy said, “Your mom seems nice.”

Mary laughed, “Yeah, she’s nice. She’s just…you know.” She twirled her finger about her head to indicate crazy.

Stacy laughed and added the tiny kernel of rebellion in Mary to her checklist of manipulations.

“Stacy,” Mary piped up, “Thanks a lot. You know, for being so nice.”

“Oh, honey, don’t even think about it. This is gonna be so much fun!”

Mary beamed at the older girl. She couldn’t help it. Her excitement overflowed. She was going out on a beautiful summer day with an older girl, who was really hot, and they were going to do things that normal girls did. She was nervous, though. She was always nervous. Stacy made her more nervous, and the unholy thoughts she’d been having about Stacy made her even more so. She’d even touched herself… down there, thinking about how Stacy had so brazenly touched her body. It was shameful, she knew, and certainly not what her mother or Jesus would want her to do, but it had felt fantastic. She reconciled it by remembering that even the government said it was ok for girls to touch other girls, and if the President said it was ok, then it must not be all bad.