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An hour later, Trevor nervously sat on his bed staring at the door. His poor penis was so hard just thinking about what was about to happen. When had he become such a pervert, sitting alone with a hardon, waiting for his sister to come in and jerk him off? He told himself it was for a good cause. He was learning how to be a good lover. It wasn’t just for him. It was for him and Mary.
The door opened, and Stacy let herself in. Trevor was slack-jawed as his sister approached, casually texting on her phone, as though she was not dressed only in a bra and panties, preparing to play with her brother’s penis. She stood in front of him, ignoring him as she typed. Trevor’s eyes wandered up and down her body. Finally, she put the phone aside and put her hands on her hips.
“You should probably take off your shorts.” She said.
Trevor nodded and quickly stripped himself. Stacy crawled onto the bed, and lay on her side, head resting on one of his pillows. She patted the space next to her. Trevor joined her. She took his hand and placed it on her heart, then did the same with hers.
“Get your head in the right place first, just like we practiced.”
Trevor shut his eyes and got into his mental space again.
“Good.” Stacy said. “That’s so good, baby.”
His heart calmed, became steady, and then he felt Stacy’s lips on his. He kept his eyes closed and recalled the first lesson, taking things slow, teasing her mouth with his, until he felt her little tongue snake out and begin to explore his mouth. His hands went to her hip, where the thin fabric of her panties stretched across her warm skin.
“I want you to touch me, just like that. We’re going to combine both lessons, this time. Remember your breathing.”
Trevor nodded, and let his hands roam over her body. Stacy cupped her hand and let saliva pool into it, then made a fist and grasped his penis. She kissed him again as her hand began to stroke his cock. Trevor made his circuit on her skin, up her back, to her neck, down her arm, back again, tracing her curves lightly as she jerked his cock.
“That feels so good. I love the way you touch me.” He said in her ear, and felt her quiver under his touch. He felt proud of himself for remembering his lesson.
“I love your cock so much.” She whispered back, and stroked him faster. “Were you thinking about last night?”
“Yeah… “
“You shot cum all over your sister, didn’t you?”
“Yeah… “
She fisted his crown until she felt his body tense, and then stroked down and gripped his shaft, her fingers playing lightly with his balls.
“You did so good.” she said. “You held off for so long, even when I was being a naughty tease.”
They locked lips again and made out hotly, while Stacy worked him up to the edge. When she felt him begin to pant into her mouth, she backed off and slowed her movements.
“Did you think I was being serious, when I said that I’d let you fuck me, if you weren’t my brother?”
“No… “ Trevor said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Good. You know that we can’t fuck, don’t you?”
“Yeah… “
“It’s wrong to fuck your sister.”
“Yeah… “
“Why can’t we fuck?”
“You’re my sister.” He said.
Her hand pumped his shaft faster, the slick saliva squishing between her fingers.
“There are other brothers who get to fuck their sisters.”
He nodded.
“How come you can’t?”
“I… You wouldn’t let me.” He said, his cock aching in her hand.
“Why not?” She asked, stroking back his dark hair lovingly.
“It’s wrong.” He answered.
“It’s so wrong.”
He nodded as she worked her fist around his cockhead.
“Is it wrong to touch your sister’s body, and let her stroke your cock?”
“Yeah… “
“Then why are we doing it?”
“So… so I can learn… how to do it right.”
“I’m teaching you how to be a good lover, aren’t I?”
He nodded. His cock leaked on her hand, and she backed off. For long minutes, she kissed him, her tongue writhing sensually in his mouth as she repeatedly brought him to the edge of cumming, then backed off.
“Why am I teaching you, baby?”
“So I can be good at it.” He answered, his brain in a sex-fog.
“I want you to be good at fucking.” She whispered in his ear. “You can’t fuck me, though, can you?”
“No.”
“You want to, don’t you? You want to push your fat cock into me and see what it feels like, don’t you?”
“I… I don’t… “
“What if I wanted it? Would you fuck me if I really wanted it, baby?”
“No… I can’t.”
“If you weren’t my brother, you could fuck me. Would you like that?”
“Yeah… “ He groaned, and nearly lost it. His penis was right on the verge, again, and he knew that Stacy was ramping up the dirty talk to try to get him to blow. He fought it, focused on his breathing, and made it through.
“Good. That’s so good.” She praised him. “You shouldn’t cum yet. This is so much fun, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… “
“You’ve been thinking about fucking pussy all week, haven’t you?”
“Uh huh… “
“Why can’t you fuck your girlfriend?”
“She’s… she’s afraid.”
“You have a big dick, and she’s afraid of it.” Stacy agreed, a hint of pity in her voice. “Do you think I’m afraid of it?”
“No.”
“You have a beautiful cock. Sometimes I think about sucking it. I think about sucking my brother’s cock like the girls in the pornos, and it makes my pussy so wet.”
She smacked her lips against his again, and took him to the edge, backed off. Trevor pumped his hips, fucking her fist as he thought about how it would feel to have his penis sucked.
“I love sucking cock.” Stacy said. “Why won’t you let me suck your cock, baby?”
“It’s wrong.” He breathed.
“What if I asked you to let me suck it? Would you let me suck it for you if I asked really nice?”
“I… I don’t know!”
“Lots of boys let their sisters suck their cock. I’m really good at it. Do you want to see how good I am, baby?”
“Y…yes! Oh, fuck!”
After nearly half an hour of having his cock edged by Stacy’s expert hand, while she played with his mind, Trevor couldn’t hold back. He growled and blasted Stacy’s stomach with thick ropes of semen, coating her hand. She directed his spurting cock toward her panties, and kissed him hard as he sprayed his remaining load onto her panties, covering the crotch in hot jizz. Stacy continued milking him dry, her tongue in his mouth as he squeezed her breast in his hand.
She, at last, pulled away and stroked back his sweaty hair.
“Good job.” She said clinically. “You’re getting better. Just remember your breathing, and don’t let all that dirty talk get into your head. Girls like to fuck with your mind. They want you to get super hard and horny, until you can’t take it anymore and fuck them good.”
Trevor stared back at her in awe, his mind drifting lazily in post-orgasmic bliss.
“I’m super hungry. Do you wanna order chinese?” she asked, wiping his cum from her hand onto her bra.
He nodded robotically.
“Great! I’m going to change, and then I’ll order. You might want another shower.”
She bounced off of the bed and left, leaving his door open.
A few hours later, suitably dressed in a nice polo, Trevor sat on the couch texting with Rob. Stacy made her entrance, and he couldn’t help but gawk.
“What do you think?” She asked, and did a little twirl.
Her body was encased in a tight black dress that had long angled slits along her body, showing off plenty of skin, while keeping all the best parts hidden. It was truly boner-inducing. The doorbell rang, and she hurried off without waiting for a verbal reply. The sound of excited girls greeting each other and jabbering from the entryway signaled the arrival of her friends. It sounded like more than just two of them. Curious, Trevor edged his way toward the door.
“Hey Trev!” Tara cried, and clicked across the floor to wrap her arms around him.
“Hey Tara.” He replied, hugging her back awkwardly.
He looked over her shoulder. Yes, there were certainly more than 2 friends. He saw Amy, Stacy’s other bestie, a sexy brunette who he’d heard had something of a slutty reputation. She hugged his sister, filed in, and was followed by three more girls. Trevor had rarely seen so many gorgeous women in one place, and all of them dressed in similarly sexy dresses or mini skirts to Stacy’s.
Tara followed his gaze and said, “I think your arrival at the party is going to be an event.”
He nodded. He was going to be heralded like Jesus feeding the masses. Stacy watched each of her friends make little cooing noises over her handsome brother, pawing at his hair, giving him flirty little pats and pokes, and making him turn red with embarrassment. When they’d had their fill of teasing him, they bundled into a pair of SUVs.
Trevor found himself stuck in a middle seat in the back row of Tara’s Lincoln, wedged between Stacy and Amy. A blonde girl named Rachel rode shotgun with Tara. Trevor gave her the address of the lake house, which she punched into her GPS, texted to the second car, and the journey began.
Trevor had never been in this situation, packed into a vehicle with four extremely gorgeous women, a few years his senior, all of whom were party veterans. He soon learned that girl talk did consist of a lot of dicks and clothes. Amy, in particular, seemed to have a lot to say about a lot of dicks. Dicks without clothes. On her, in her, over her, under her. Her reputation as a slut seemed to be well-deserved. The other women ate it up, squealing and laughing, joking about her filthy adventures.
Stacy leaned in to Trevor’s ear and whispered, “Amy has seven brothers, and they’re all fucking her.”
Trevor stared ahead, his hands in his lap. Oh, God! He glanced at Amy out of the corner of his eye. Was Stacy just fucking with him again? Stacy leaned across him, pressing her tits into his side, and caught Amy’s attention. The blare of the music was such that it was hard for the girls in the front to hear.
“I was just telling Trevor about your brothers.” Stacy said, and grinned at him.
“Oh, yeah!” Amy exclaimed. “They call me airtight Amy.” She winked. “Your sister is super hot, Trev. Are you two fucking?”
“That’s so dirty!” Stacy said, and slapped her arm. “Don’t try to corrupt my sweet little brother. He’s a good boy. We can’t fuck, can we Trev?”
He shook his head, his cock hard.
“It’s just a little family fun.” Amy pouted. “God, I used to tease the hell out of them, wearing miniskirts with no panties, playing with my pussy in the living room, all kinds of things. They eventually just got tired of it, and gang banged the shit out of me."
Trevor had no idea what to say to that.
"You know what they say." Amy added, "Incest is best!"
"She's a total slut." Stacy whispered in his ear. "She'll seriously blow you if you ask. Or give you pussy. You could have that sexy pussy wrapped around your cock right now, if you just asked. She'd climb right over the seat and fuck the life out of you."
Stacy's hand stroked up and down his leg, perilously close to his cock.
"Your sister is so sexy." Amy suddenly whispered in his other ear. "Why aren't you fucking?"
"I have a girlfriend." He said, knowing how lame it sounded.
"Is she as hot as Stacy?" Amy asked.
"She's… she's really cute." Trevor mumbled, and looked away.
"Quit trying to cocktease him." Stacy said with a wicked smile. "He's a loyal virgin boyfriend."
The word virgin was like tossing raw, bloody meat into a pool of hungry sharks. All of Stacy's friends looked at him. Tara turned the music down.
"Shut the fuck up!" Rachel said. "He's so god-damned cute! Jesus, Stacy. If he were my brother, I'd be riding him nightly. Just look at that puppy dog face."
Stacy laughed and wrapped her arms around him protectively.
"Back up bitches!" She said, "I'm not going to let you corrupt him." She turned to him and continued, "Trev, just ignore them. They only wish they had a guy that was actually sweet and kind. They just get dumb studs with more dick than brains, who only know how to pound pussy. You're fucking perfect the way you are."
She kissed his head, and kept her arms around him.
"Awww!" Tara cooed. "She's right, Trev. You always were a sweetie. I'm sorry I called you a drooling pervo that one time." Then, aside to Rachel she said, "When we were freshman in high school, Trevor picked flowers for both of us for Valentine's day, and made us both cards."
Trevor thought he might die of embarrassment.
She went on, "Do you remember, Trev?"
"Um, yeah."
"He wrapped them up and gave one to Stacy and I, and told us that we were way prettier than all the girls in his class."
Stacy added, "And he saved change that he found all year so that he could buy us chocolates."
"Oh my God!" Rachel said, "That's so cute! Trevor, you have an open invitation to get your dick sucked tonight. Pick any girl at the party, and I promise you, they're swallowing anything you want to give them."
Trevor looked at Stacy. The look was actually one of fear from the press of aggressive sexual energy buffeting him from every woman in the car, but the girls seemed to take it as his choice of whose mouth he wanted to cum in and broke into a fit of squeaks and laughter.
"Not me, baby." Stacy said, "Your sister can't suck your big cock off."
"I didn't… "
"Did you say he's got a big dick, too?" Tara, asked.
"How would you know, you slut?" Amy asked good-naturedly.
"His girlfriend told me." Stacy lied, and winked at him.
"Lucky girl." Rachel said, and sighed.
“That’s the pretty little redhead you were with the other day, right?” Tara asked.
“Yeah.” Trevor answered.
“Is she into girls? If she’s not, I’d like to get her interested!” Tara said.
“Uh, no. She’s not like that.”
“Can we see it?” Amy asked, and the girls got quiet.
“What?” Trevor asked, as Amy dropped her hand to his lap and stroked his cock through his jeans.
“See it.” Amy repeated. “Can we see how big it is?”
He looked at Stacy.
“It’s your cock, baby.” Stacy said, and shrugged. “No one here is gonna object if you wanna whip it out.” She leaned in to whisper, “If Amy sees that thing, she’s not going to be able to keep her hands off it.”
“Stacy should pull it out.” Rachel said with a challenging smirk.
“Yeah, Stacy!” Tara cried, “Pull that dick out for us. Please Trevor?”
Amy’s hand fondled his cock through his jeans, making it harder. Oh, shit! What was he supposed to do? Stacy’s friends were practically salivating at the idea of seeing his penis, and Amy was really making it difficult to say no. Stacy’s hand stroked the back of his neck teasingly, and her hand was on his leg. Her big breasts were pressed against his side, and her breath was hot in his ear.
“Do you want me to pull your cock out for my friends?” She whispered. “Three hot girls are begging for your dick, baby. Four, because you know how much I love that dick.”
Stacy’s hand joined Amy’s, rubbing his bulge.
“That’s so fucking hot.” Rachel said.
Amy snapped the button on his jeans, and Stacy unzipped them. Trevor tried to enter his mental space, to control his rapid breathing. The situation was quickly getting out of control. He could practically feel the heat of four aroused women all eager to get his pants off. What the fuck was happening?
Stacy reached into his pants, while Amy pulled them down a bit to give her more space.
“Do it, Stacy.” Rachel pushed. “Pull your brother’s cock out for us.”
Stacy toyed with his hard dick, wrapping her hand around it and stroking it through his boxer shorts. She slipped her hand into the flap in the front, and he felt her warm hand touch his naked flesh. His mental space was a distant dream. There was just too much happening. His heart beat like a drum, blood pounding in his ears. Stay pulled his cock free of the confines of his shorts, out through the flap, and held it in her hand, stroking it up and down.
“Wow! Nice!” Rachel exclaimed.
“Oh, Trev!” Tara agreed.
“I guess she wasn’t lying.” Stacy chimed in.
“You have such a sexy cock!” Amy whispered. “Will your girlfriend mind if I suck it?”
“I shouldn’t.” He said. It was one of the hardest decisions of his life.
Amy took his cock away from Stacy, and began to fondle it, pushing his loyalty to its limits. With one word, he could be having his first blowjob, and not from some girl with no experience. He’d be getting sucked off by a veteran blowjob queen, in front of a car full of gorgeous college girls, two of which would eagerly switch places with her just for the fun of it.
“Ok.” Stacy said, “That’s enough.” She put her hand on Amy’s hand, and gently removed it from Trevor’s boner.
“Yeah.” Amy said sadly. “I know. If anyone should suck it, it should be you, anyway.”
All of the girls cackled with delight, until Tara finally said, “Trevor, you really are a special guy. Your girlfriend is super lucky. That’s some kind of will you have, to turn that down. Amy always wins the cum races.”
“C… cum races?” He stammered, and Stacy put his cock back into his shorts.
“To see who can make a guy cum the fastest with nothing but their mouth.” Rachel explained. “Want to know who usually gets second?”
“That would be me.” Stacy whispered in his ear, and zipped up his pants.
The girls all squealed at the look of shock on his face.
“Tara reached around, found his knee, patted it, and said, “Sorry Trev. You can’t expect a cute guy to get stuck in a car with four horny girls, and not get teased to the brink of death. Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad.” he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice quavered.
“Just think of it as preparation for college.” Rachel added. “A cutie like you is going to have all the girls he can handle. I hope you’ve got some control over that thing.”
“He’ll learn.” Stacy said, and winked at him.
“How much further?” Amy asked. “I’m seriously horny, now.”
Chapter 13: Blown Away
The two SUVs pulled up onto the grass in front of Rob’s family’s lake house. The place was more of a large cabin, with an expansive deck that led down to the lakefront, where two small boats were docked. The sound of music pumping from a stereo echoed across the water. A few people milled about on the front lawn, holding beer cans or bottles, smoking cigarettes. The majority of the hoots and hollers came from the back deck, though. Evening approached.
The small squad of women, with Trevor in tow, emerged from the vehicles. The few people on the lawn openly stared as the retinue trapsed across the lawn and rounded the house. Trevor led the way toward the deck, his arms around Tara and Amy’s waists. He felt like a king. They took the wide steps up to the deck, and the party-goer’s attention shifted to the new arrivals. Trevor counted, maybe, a dozen people on the deck, including Rob and his brother, Juan.
The two of them were part Hispanic, with light brown skin and dark hair. Very handsome. Rob approached his friend with wide eyes, and pulled him in for a hug.
“Amigo,” he said into his ear, “You are a fucking hero!”
Trevor smiled back, and Rob stepped aside, motioning to his brother.
“You know Juan.” he said.
Juan gave Trevor a nod, and a thumbs-up, his grin broad.
“Good to see you brought the party, Trevor!” He said.
Stacy stepped forward and wrapped Rob in her arms.
“Ayi, Stacy!” He said smoothly. “Good to see you, mama. Sexy as ever.”
“Robbie.” She said, and ruffled his dark hair.
Juan approached and gave Stacy a friendly kiss on either cheek, saying, “This is the gorgeous Stacy mi hermano has had a crush on for so long, eh? Tan hermosa! Rob did not tell me you were like una diosa. A goddess.”
“Más como un demonio.” Stacy replied with a grin. More like a devil.
Juan’s eyebrows raised, and his grin broadened further.
“You are all welcome here. Who are your lovely friends, mi amor?”
He put his arm around Stacy’s waist, and turned to the other women. Stacy named them off in turn.
“Rob,” Juan called, and his brother appeared, “You can see to drinks for all the bellas chicas?”
“Absolutely! Trev?”
Trevor and his friend took the ladies inside, as Juan swept Stacy away toward his private cooler. Soon after, the women were milling through the crowd, drinks in hand. Rob and Trevor cracked a beer. Trevor had only had a few drinks in his life, and beer wasn’t very good, he thought, but he didn’t want to be rude.
“Dude,” Rob said, “How in the fuck did you pull this off?”
Trevor shrugged. “It wasn’t really my idea. It was all Stacy.”
Rob cast a glance over to where Stacy was giggling at whatever his older brother was saying to her. There was plain envy on his face.
“Of course he’d be all over her. Bastard.” Rob said.
“Stacy?”
“Yeah, dude. You know your sister is totally banging. Sorry, my friend, but you know that.”
“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure she’s not going to pick a guy fresh out of high school over some college dude. Sorry, bud.”
Just then, Stacy broke away, giving Juan a peck on the cheek. She started over in their direction, snagging Tara by the arm on her way.
“Oh, shit!” Rob muttered. “They are coming this way. Dios me salve!”
Trevor looked a question his way, but he only shook his head and tried to act casual. Stacy draped her arm over Rob’s shoulder, and Tara put hers around Trevor’s waist.
“Thanks so much for the invitation, Robbie.” Stacy said. “Your brother is really nice. Bad choice of cologne, though.”
Rob laughed. “It’s that stinky shit from the mercado.” He said, shaking his head sadly. “I tell him it smells like donkey piss, but he does not listen.”
That brought a laugh from all of them.
“I hear that you’re leaving for school in the fall.” Stacy said, making conversation.
Tara squeezed Trevor’s butt playfully, making him jump. He shot her a sheepish look, but she only grinned.
“Would you care to escort me to the bar, baby?” Tara asked him. “I could use another.”
“Sure.” Trevor agreed, leaving his sister with Rob.
When they returned, Rob was posted up on one of the outdoor couches with Stacy in his lap. They were speaking Spanish.
Trevor and Tara sat across from them on another couch. The gorgeous blonde made herself comfortable in Trevor's lap, draping her arm around his neck. Trevor cracked a grin at his friend, who was completely under Stacy's spell.
"She's got that look." Tara said.
Trevor raised an eyebrow in question.
"That's her 'you are going to get your dick sucked' look. Robbie is in for quite the evening. Hope he jerked off today, or it's going to be a short evening."
“No way.” Trevor stated flatly. “She wouldn’t do that. To Rob?” He shook his head in denial, but he watched the way Stacy giggled and touched his best friend playfully. She teased the rim of her beer bottle with her tongue, giving him flirty eyes over it as she sipped.
Tara watched his face taking it in.
“Oh my God!” She whispered. “You’re totally jealous!”
Trevor snapped his gaze to her.
“N…no I’m not! That’s… she’s my sister!”
Tara’s soft, mocking giggle in his ear sent a shiver down his spine.
“Do you really think I can’t tell when a guy is jealous, baby? I’ve made plenty of them feel that way. You want it. I can feel how hard you are right now, just thinking about your sister sucking cock.”
She wiggled her ass against his crotch. Stacy stroked her nails down Rob’s chest, inching closer to his dick.
“I’m not.” Trevor denied it, but he knew he didn’t sound convincing. He was thinking about it. He did want it to be him. After all the petting, kissing, the way she’d played with his cock, all the dirty things she’d said during his lessons. It should be him with his cock in Stacy’s mouth.
“It’s going to happen soon.” Tara said.
Stacy leaned in close to Rob’s ear and whispered something that made his eyes glaze over. He gave a quick nod of his head. Stacy pressed her lips against Rob’s and Trevor knew from experience that she was putting her tongue into his mouth.
“See?” She said, pushing her ass against his hardon. “Give it just a minute. She’ll make an excuse, probably to get a tour of the house. Wait for it.”
Stacy’s hand rubbed the bulge in Rob’s pants, and then she broke their kiss. She stood up, took a swallow from her bottle, and then Rob got to his feet behind her.
“Rob’s gonna show me around a bit.” Stacy said, then to Tara, “You don’t mind keeping Trev company for a while?”
“Of course not.” Tara agreed, smirking. “He’s in good hands.”
“Lead the way, Robbie.” Stacy said.
Rob cast Trevor an almost apologetic look, and led Stacy inside.
Once they were gone, Tara gave Trevor a teasing smile and said, “There you go.”
Trevor couldn’t hide the look of disappointment on his face. Tara ran her hands through his hair.
“Oh, Trev. Don’t be so glum. We can find somewhere to play, too.”
She kissed his lips, but he didn’t respond. She sighed.
“Wow! You’ve really got it bad. Ok. How about we go listen in?”
“What?”
“Yeah. We follow them, and listen in. I doubt they’ll be so indiscreet as to leave a door open, but it would be really hot to listen to your sister suck your buddy’s cock. What do you say?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Well, I know. I want to listen. Are you coming?”
She stood up and offered her hand. Trevor took it, and let her lead him into the house. Tara seemed to either have some kind of Stacy location sense, or they just thought enough alike these days that she knew the kind of place Stacy might pick. Probably both. Tara scanned the room. No real privacy here. She spotted a staircase, and led Trevor to it. A few of the party goers gave them knowing glances as they went up. On the second floor ran a hallway with four doors. The nearest, on their left, was closed. Across from it, the door was open.
The closed door did practically nothing to muffle the sounds of a girl moaning and spitting filth.
“We found Amy.” Tara said with certainty. “And probably no less than four of the male guests.” She added.
Trevor flushed. They walked a few more feet. The next door on the left was also open, which left only the closed door across from it. Tara put her finger to her lips and then placed her ear against the door. Her eyebrows went up, and a fiendish smile crossed her lips. She nodded, and motioned Trevor to do likewise.
He shouldn’t. It was wrong. He shouldn’t be spying on his sister, or imagining her sexy lips pleasuring his friend’s cock. He put his ear to the thin wood of the door and heard Rob’s voice muttering in Spanish as he groaned. The low sound of wet sucking reached their ears. Tara’s eyes lit up and she suppressed a giggle.
“Just wait. Any second now.”
A second later, they heard Stacy’s voice say, “God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this, Robbie. You were hiding this fat cock from me for so long. Didn’t you think I wanted to suck it, baby?”
“Stacy, mama, I have dreamed of you for years. I…ah! Aaaawww!”
The sounds of slow, sensual sucking continued, mixed with the low groans of pleasure.
“This is so fucking hot!” Tara whispered.
As sick as it was, Trevor had to agree. He’d never spied on someone doing something like this. He couldn’t help the sick feeling in his gut, though, thinking of Stacy’s soft lips being used to pleasure his friend. Tara rubbed her pussy under her skirt as she listened to Rob’s obvious enjoyment. There came a wet pop, and they heard Stacy’s voice again.
“Come over here.” She said. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Tara reached over and fondled Trevor’s cock through his jeans. He didn’t stop her. His attention was focused on painting a mental picture of what was happening from sound alone. They heard the two on the other side of the door shuffle across the floor, then the sound of a squeaky bed. A moment passed, then they heard the sound of, “gluk… gluk… gluk… “ as Rob shoved his cock back into Stacy’s mouth.
Trevor’s shoulders slumped. He knew exactly what was happening. It was just like Stacy described while she was jerking his cock to the porno. He could see in his mind’s eye his sister on her back, head hanging off the bed, her black hair sweeping across the floor as his friend mauled her tits and plunged his happy penis into her tightly sucking mouth.
“Let me suck you.” Tara begged, her hand rubbing her pussy. “Please Trevor. This is so hot!”
Trevor shook his head, and said, “I… I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Tara rolled her eyes, shook her head, and whispered, “You really are a good boyfriend.”
Instead, they continued to listen to the sounds of Rob pumping his cock into Stacy’s mouth, as well as the occasional soft slap of his hand smacking her tits, and Stacy’s muffled groans of pleasure. After several long minutes of this, they heard the wet squelching noises become more frantic.
Rob began to mutter something in Spanish, and then he said, “I’m cumming, mama! Oh Dios mio!”
There was a quick shuffling about, and then another groan, louder this time, followed by the sounds of lewd sucking and swallowing. Tara bit her lip and came on her hand as Trevor watched, his penis so stiff in his jeans that he felt like it would burst the seams. Tara took him by the arm and nodded down the hall. They crept away, and at the end of the hall she pushed him roughly against the wall and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. For a moment he was so shocked and aroused, that he simply responded out of reflex. Then, he regained his senses and pulled away. Tara looked disappointed, but she smiled at him kindly and hugged him.
“Come on.” She said, “We should get back down.”
They took the stairs, and Tara led him to the bar for another drink. This time, he took another beer. Together, they returned to their little couch, and resumed their position. Trevor kept stealing glances at the door. Tara was talking to him, but it seemed like it was coming from the background. He felt stupid. Why was he feeling jealous over his sister?
He knew that Stacy didn’t see him that way. What they were doing was just her weird way of helping her awkward little brother. It didn’t mean anything. He was just a horny idiot, letting his dumb dick get to him. Stacy wasn’t his girlfriend. He had a girlfriend. His girlfriend was cute and sweet. Stacy was a slut with big tits and a dirty mouth. His cock responded happily to this thought, and that made him feel worse.
A few moments later, Stacy came through the door with a new drink in her hand. Rob followed her, but they split up. Trevor saw him walk to his brother, where they bumped fists and Juan’s face broke out into a knowing grin. Stacy took a seat on the couch next to Trevor and Tara.
“Enjoy the tour?” Tara asked with a smirk.
“Yeah!” She said, “There wasn’t much to see, and I don’t think I’d come back, but it’s a cute place.”
Tara stood up and said, “I think I’m going to find Amy.”
She kissed Trevor on his hair. Stacy turned to her brother, who was staring at the ground and twirling his half-empty bottle in his hand.
“You ok?” She asked.
“Hmm? Yeah. Fine.”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on. Show me the dock.” She stood and held out her hand.
Trevor hesitated, then took it and stood. They walked down the steps to the dock, and stood in silence for a moment.
“Did you really have to… you know… do that… with him?”
Stacy was quiet for a minute, then replied, “Trev. I’ve sucked a lot of dicks. It didn’t mean anything. Robbie’s been lusting over me for years. I just wanted to give him a little going away present. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”
She touched his arm and seemed genuinely regretful.
“It’s not that.” He said, and shook his head, kicked a stray branch into the lake. “I’m just never gonna hear the end of it. He’s gonna brag the rest of his life about how my sister gave him head.” He rolled his eyes and shrugged, playing it off.
“Uh huh.” Stacy said, unconvinced. “You’re not jealous?”
“What? No!” he scoffed.
“This is my fault.” She said. “I should have never started those stupid lessons. Now you’re all hot for your sister. We should probably stop. I’m so sorry, Trev. Sometimes I get these ideas that sound great at the time, but they’re actually pretty dumb.”
Trevor felt a wave of panic. No more lessons?
“No!” He said, a bit too forcefully. “No. It wasn’t a bad idea. I really appreciate it. I’m learning so much, and, well… I guess I just kind of felt like we were getting closer since you came home. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
She hugged him and said, “I feel the same way. It’s a lot of fun, having a dirty little secret, isn’t it?”
His penis hardened, and he nodded his head.
“Tell you what,” She whispered, “When we get home, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll teach you something really special. Just remember… “
“We’re not going to fuck.” Trevor said, and shivered.
“Even though it would be really hot, we’re not going to fuck.”
Chapter 14: How to Make a Girl Your Slave
The drive home proved far less eventful than the drive in. The girls were tired now, having slaked their lust with boys from the party and alcohol. Amy, in particular, was nearly comatose, falling asleep on Trevor’s shoulder. She’d borrowed someone’s hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that were too big for her. Her own clothes had been so caked in jizz that they were unrecognizable, as though every man in the party had used them (and her) as a cum rag. Stacy dozed on his other shoulder as Tara drove. Rachel had her head resting against the window.
“Do you guys need to crash here?” Trevor asked kindly, as Tara pulled into the driveway.
“We’ll be fine.” She yawned, and gave him a tired smile.
He nodded, and walked to the house with Stacy. The lights of the SUV panned over the front door as she reversed, and drove away. Inside, Stacy giggled as she climbed the steps, holding the rail for support, slightly tipsy. Trevor, by contrast, had nursed two beers over the whole evening and was feeling no effect. At the top of the steps, she whispered, “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll come to your room.”
He nodded, went to the bathroom, and cleaned up. He waited in the dim light of his room for several minutes, and then Stacy crept inside, shutting his door quietly and locking it. She was dressed in a long black robe. Stacy pushed him onto his back on the bed, and crawled up next to him.
“Thanks for the party.” She said softly and kissed him.
He let her probe his mouth with her tongue, his dick stiffening in his boxers. After a few minutes of this, she pulled away and whispered, “Are you ready to learn something new?”
He nodded eagerly.
“Take off your clothes.” She hissed, and he quickly complied.
She pointed to the ground, and he knelt on the floor. Stacy sat up and undid the belt on her robe. She peeled it off of her shoulders, then let it fall. Trevor gawked openly at her naked body. Even during the previous lessons, she’d never let him see her naked. She’d always left her bra and panties on, or been in her bikini. His eyes were wide with wonder at his first look at a real naked woman.
She stroked his hair and said seductively, “Do you want to know how to make a woman your slave?”
He nodded.
“You’re going to make me beg for your dick.” She said.
“I am?”
She nodded and continued, “You’re going to learn how to eat pussy.”
He stared in wonder, eyes dropping to her closed legs. She parted them slightly, revealing her naked sex. It was beautiful, he thought.
“Come closer.”
He inched closer. Stacy spread further. She took his hand and extended one finger, bringing it into contact with her wet slit.
“Slit.” she said. “There’s a lot of parts down there, and they all react differently. I’m going to teach you how to use them all to make me cum. Feel me.”
Trevor carefully ran his finger through her slick channel, feeling the way it spread apart at his touch to reveal the soft, inner folds that were wet with her arousal. The smell of her was enticing, pleasant. He could feel the way her body trembled slightly when he touched the entrance to her pussy.
“We’ll get to that part, too.” She said, then took his thumb and guided it up to the top of her slit. She pulled back a little fleshy hood, and he saw a tiny button peaking out. Her clit, he knew. She grazed it lightly with his thumb and quivered.
“That’s one of the magic spots.” She said, “and the other one is inside. Clits are sensitive little things, and very finicky. Too much pressure and it hurts. Too little is just a tease. When you find the right balance, I’ll let you know. They really like repetitive motion, so when you find the right technique, you hone in on it and you keep it up like a clock keeping time. I want you to lick me, from the bottom to the top, and then use the tip of your tongue on the clit. For me, little circles work best, but everyone is different. The fun comes from exploring, and learning what your woman likes. Trust me, there’s no such thing as a bad time when getting your pussy licked, but there’s also a masterful way to do it. You’re going to be a master.”
He nodded.
“Lick.”
Trevor stuck his tongue out and licked from the bottom of Stacy’s wet pussy, running his flat tongue up her moist channel, coating it with her delicious cream, until he felt the tip of his tongue touch her clit. He wriggled his tip against it, moving it in slow circles that made her sigh with delight. She reached down and took his hands, placed them on her bare legs.
“Don’t ignore the rest of her.” She instructed. “It’s like we learned before. You can’t use your mouth to get into her head, but you can use your hands to work on the rest of her. Legs, tummy, thighs, breasts. Just keep them moving and touching.”
He did, sliding his palms along her legs, until he reached her tummy. Stacy lay on her back, and he moved his hands up to her belly. His tongue drew repeated circles on her clit, and she purred happily. Her hands covered his own, and drew them up further, until they touched her breasts. He rolled her nipples in his fingers, careful not to press too hard.
"Just like that." Stacy said. "That's so good."
Trevor kept up his rhythm with his tongue until he felt Stacy's body tense under his hands.
"God, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up. Back off, and lick back down. Roll your tongue up, and push it inside me, then use the tip like you're crooking a finger."
Trevor was confused. He thought the point of this was to make her cum, but he followed instructions.
“That’s it.” Stacy said breathily, “You want her to cum, but you don’t want it too fast. You want her to beg for the dick.”
She took his hand and brought his thumb down to her clit. It was a bit awkward, with his nose in the way, but he managed to fit it in there.
“Little circles, like with your tongue, while you’re licking.”
He did as he was told, circling his thumb lightly over her clit as he continued to lick out her insides. His face was smeared with her juices, but he was enjoying it. His penis was so stiff, screaming at him to push it inside that warm, wet hole. Instead, he continued his motions robotically, as he’d been told, until he felt Stacy tense again.
“Fuck, that’s so good!” She hissed, her hips bucking gently against his mouth. “Now switch your tongue and your fingers. I want you to take two fingers, and push them into my pussy, while you lick my clit. Yes! Like that. Fuck! Feel the top of me, inside. There’s a little rough patch. Yes! Fuck! Right there! Mmmm, that’s so good, baby. Now, the same motion as with your tongue, like you're beckoning with it. Yes… oh, yes… just like that baby. Keep going!”
Trevor massaged that spot with his fingers as his tongue worked at her clit. His tongue was a bit tired, and his fingers felt cramped, but he pressed on. Stacy gripped the sheets in her fists, and her instructions stopped coming. He supposed that meant he was doing it right, so he kept going. Her pelvis bucked against his face and she moaned.
“Oh, godammit, baby, that’s so good! Like that… oh, fuck, just like that… “
He kept it up, and with his one free hand he made a conscious effort to stroke her body, wherever he could reach. It was like trying to conduct a symphony while blind, he thought. All of this work just to get an orgasm was incredible. Girls were so complicated! He just had to look at boobs and pull on his cock, but this was a coordinated plan of attack that took military precision to pull off. He really wanted to be good at it, though, so he kept doing it.
“Oh, fuck!” Stacy cried, “Oh, fuck I want your dick, Trevor. I wish you could fuck me so bad.” She whined, humping his face. “Fuck, I want it, baby. I want that hard dick. Don’t stop!”
Trevor felt his cock leak a bit, hearing his sister begging for his dick. He considered what would happen if he did cross that line. He was sure that Stacy was just working him up, the way she always did, but he couldn’t stop from thinking about putting his cock into this wonderful, wet, sucking hole. He didn’t want to risk her stopping the lessons, though. He wanted to be good at this.
“Yes… fuck, yes… Oh, fuck, baby… keep going… almost… there… Mmmmmm! Oh, fuck!” Trevor felt her pussy contract around his fingers, and she let out a gasp of pure joy, and a peal of excited giggling as her body went rigid, and then thrashed on his fingers. She pushed his head away from her clit, and then a hot splash of clear girl cum spurted into his mouth, coating his lips and face. For a moment, he thought that she’d peed on him, but this certainly was not pee. His sister kept riding his fingers and gasping in pleasure, until finally, she began to settle. Her body went slack, and her hands ran playfully through his hair. He withdrew his fingers.
“Wow! Now, that was good.” She whispered. “You actually made me squirt! Oh, man. Just… give me a minute… fuck.”
He waited on his knees, examining Stacy’s wet pussy, wiping her sex juice off his face with the back of his hand. Stacy sat up and curled her finger, beckoning him toward the bed. He stood, hovered over her, his stiff cock bouncing in front of him. She pulled him down and kissed him, tasting herself, then pulled him down on top of her, kissing, her hand on his chest, devouring his mouth. Trevor felt his cock bump against her warm pussy as he came down on top of her. The slickness of her cum coated his cock, and for just an instant he was sure that she was going to tell him to put it in. Instead, she rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist, trapping his penis between her wet pussy and his pelvis.
“We’re going to be practicing that a lot more.” She said, her eyes predatory as she gazed down at him.
Trevor was enthralled. He couldn’t believe how magnificent her body was, and that look of pure excitement and sex she was giving him was like nothing he’d ever seen on another person’s face. Jesus, his sister was hotter than any porn star, and here he was with his bare dick wet between her pussy lips, while she looked at him like he was about to be conquered. Maybe he already was.
“You’re a natural pussy slut.” She said, and giggled, making her breasts bounce. She layed on top of him, her naked tits squashing delightfully against his chest, and nuzzled his neck, saying, “I’ve had devout lesbians that didn’t get me off as good as you did. Really. I can’t believe that was your first time.”
“Um, thanks.” He said. “I just did like you told me. Maybe you’re just a really good teacher?”
“You’re so cute. Ok. Now, I want you to relax, alright? Try to keep control, and remember your breathing, but I just want you to have fun, ok?”
Curious, Trevor nodded. Stacy slithered down his body and padded over to the desk. He sat up, so that he could see her, or rather, so he could stare lustfully at her naked breasts some more. She came back with his bottle of lube, pointed to one of his pillows. He handed it to her and she dropped in on the floor, knelt, uncapped the bottle, and squeezed some into her hand. Trevor’s penis jumped in anticipation, making Stacy laugh.
“I do love a happy penis.” She said and wrapped her hand around it.
She stroked his shaft up and down, coating it liberally with the slick lube as she watched his face.
“You really did a great job eating my pussy.” She said, “Did you like it?”
“Yes. It tasted really good. And I liked the way it made you move. It was sexy.”
“I want you to do it again, and again. Would you like that? Would you like to lick your sister’s horny pussy every day until you’re a master?”
“Uh huh… “ he agreed, his brain falling into that sex-fog that Stacy’s voice seemed to do to him.
“I’m so sorry that I sucked off your best friend tonight, baby.” She said, rolling his balls in her hand. “That was so slutty. Your big sister is such a dumb slut, isn’t she?”
“N... no! You’re not dumb.” Trevor said.
“So, I’m a smart slut?”
“No! You’re not a slut.”
“Of course I am.” She argued. “That’s not a bad thing. I love being a slut. I love cock. I love fucking. I love your cock. It’s perfect. Not small. Not too big. Perfect.” She said all this while continued to stroke and fist his penis.
“Were you jealous of Robbie?”
She stared at his eyes and waited for an answer. Trevor bit his lip.
“No? You weren’t jealous at all? You didn’t want me to suck your cock, too?”
“No… I mean, yes. No, I wasn’t jealous. Yes, I… did.”
“You did what?”
“I… I wanted you to suck it.”
“That’s so dirty, baby.” She groaned and played with her pussy while she jerked his cock. “What if we teach your girlfriend to suck it? Do you think she will? Shouldn’t she be naked on her knees stroking your cock, instead of your sister?”
“She… she’s afraid.” Trevor said, lamely.
“Poor baby.” Stacy said, sadly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of here. Your dick is so perfect. It’s so big and warm, and it feels so sexy in my hand. I wish you weren’t my brother so you could fuck me with it. Would you like that? Would you fuck me with it if you weren’t my brother?”
“Yes… “
“You’d cheat on your girlfriend with me if I weren’t your sister?” Stacy asked. “You’d spread my legs and push this fat cock inside my slutty pussy, and cheat on your girlfriend?”
Trevor gripped the sheets and breathed, holding on as Stacy stroked him harder. He made it through, then she slowed, and gave him a smile and a nod.
“That was so good, baby.” She praised him. “You can eat my pussy, though, can’t you?”
“Yeah… “
“You can eat my pussy, and I can jerk your cock off for you. We can kiss and touch, and it can be a dirty secret, huh?”
“Yeah… “
“We can be naked together, and you can touch my body until I cum.”
“Oh, God!” His cock writhed in her hand, but she gripped his shaft hard and held him until his near-orgasm passed. Then, she sat up, and wrapped his lubricated penis between her breasts, and slid them down his shaft.
“Oh my God!” He exclaimed.
“We can be naked together, and you can fuck my tits, baby. You can put your cock right between my big tits and squeeze them together, just like this. Would you like to fuck my big tits and cum on them whenever you want?”
“Fuck… Yes!”
“How come you can’t fuck your girlfriend’s tits?” Stacy asked, jerking him off with her boobs.
Trevor flushed and said, “They’re too small.”
“I have nice big tits that you can fuck, though.”
“Yeah… “
“You loved eating my pussy, didn't you?”
“Yeah… “
“I love stroking your big cock, so much. It’s so dirty letting your big sister jerk your cock, isn’t it?”
Trevor bit his lip as her plush tits worked his cock up and down.
“My friends weren’t afraid of your cock, were they?”
He shook his head.
“They all wanted to suck it. All my friends wanted to be naked with you and suck your cock. You wouldn’t let them suck it, would you?”
“N… no.”
“You’re a good boyfriend, and you wanted your girlfriend to suck it for you, didn’t you?”
“I… I wanted… “ he paused, breathing hard. Stacy released his cock, letting it bob in the air.
“What did you want, baby? You wanted your first time to be with Mary, didn’t you?”
He looked away.
“You can tell me.” She urged. “Just tell me the truth, baby. It’s ok.”
His penis was so excited, so ready to cum. He couldn’t lie. Stacy would know if he lied, and she wouldn’t keep going until he told her the truth.
“I wanted… I wanted you to… to do it.” He admitted.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft again and stroked it.
“You wanted your sister to suck you off?” she asked, holding his eyes.
Damn it! He did want it. Stacy was pure sex, irresistibly hot. Her body was the kind men killed for, and just her hands and her filthy talk was so much more arousing than anything he’d ever experienced.
“Yes.” He said, “I wanted you to suck it.”
“It’s so wrong to want your sister to suck you.” she said. “That’s incest, and it’s so dirty, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… “
“If I suck it once, you’d want me to do it again, and it would be incest.”
“Uh huh… “
“If I suck it, then I’d want you to fuck me, too, and we can’t fuck, can we?”
“We… no… “
“If you fuck me, it would be incest, and it would so nasty. Only perverts and sluts like incest because it’s so nasty.”
“Yeah… “
“Making out with your sister isn’t incest, is it?”
“No… “
“Because I’m teaching you how to do it right, so you can make your girlfriend horny.”
He nodded, watching her thick lips so close to his pulsing cock.
“Letting your sister jerk your big cock isn’t incest, is it?”
“No… “
“Because I’m teaching you how to last longer, so you can be a good lover.”
“Uh huh… “
“Eating your sister’s pussy, and fucking her big tits isn’t incest, is it?”
“No… “
“Because I’m teaching you how to do it right, so you can make your woman happy.”
He agreed.
“If I sucked you until you came in my mouth, would it be incest?”
“No… “ he said out of reflex, his head too consumed by what Stacy was doing to his cock to even think through what he’d said.
“If I suck it, there wouldn’t be a lesson. It would just be for pleasure. It would be perverted and nasty, and just for pleasure. That would make it incest, wouldn’t it?”
“I… I guess so.” he said, sadly.
“But you still want me to do it.” She stated.
He nodded.
Stacy stuck out her tongue and flicked it against the underside of his cockhead, then swirled it around his whole head.
“Oh, fuck!” He groaned. It was the most mind-blowing sensation he’d ever felt. His stimulated cockhead flared and pulsed as Stacy stroked his shaft and continued to play her tongue across his mushroom. She continued that way, stimulating the sensitive tip while he tried to hold back an unstoppable orgasm.
“Stacy… I can’t… I’m gonna… “
Stacy kept on licking his head, ignoring him. Trevor practically choked on his own tongue as an incredible burst of pure heaven exploded in his brain, shooting up his cockshaft and onto Stacy’s tongue. His head fell back, and his hands gripped the sheets as he gasped out his pleasure, and then he let out a strangled cry as his sister slipped her lips over the head and began to swallow his bursts of semen. He made choking, gasping sounds in his throat as her lips worked his sensitive head. It felt so good that it was painful. He felt tears in the corners of his eyes from the overload of feeling emanating from his penis. The stroking of his shaft, her hands rolling his balls, her lips suckling at his head, all of it together nearly made him pass out.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, my God! Oooooh, Jesus fucking Christ!” He cursed, and still she didn’t stop until he was completely dry and in agony.
Finally, she released his cockhead from her lips, and let his lifeless cock go. She gave a last swallow and then crawled up onto the bed. Trevor lay back with his eyes closed, his arm over his face as the aftershocks of that incredible feeling began to fade from his brain. Stacy wiped her hands on her robe like it was a cheap towel, and then ran her fingers through his hair lovingly.
“Did I make it special for you, baby?” She cooed in his ear.
Trevor did not have the strength for words. Stacy stroked her nails over his chest playfully, then put her arm around him. The last conscious thought he had was of her hard nipples pressed against his side as he fell asleep.
Chapter 15: I Like Girls
Trevor woke up alone, nearly convinced that the previous night had all been some kind of crazy dream. The dried mess around his crotch, and the discarded bottle of lube on the floor told him otherwise. Stacy was gone. He rolled over onto his stomach and fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. It was just after 9:00. His parents would be in church by now. He nearly laughed at the ridiculousness of it. His parents were praising Jesus, while their son was naked in bed, covered in his own dried sperm, and his sister’s spit, after she’d fucked him with her hands and tits.
It had been the best moment of his life, and instead of experiencing the eroticism of it all with his girlfriend, it had been with his own sister. He was a pervert. It was nasty, and he was a pervert. Damn it! He couldn’t help himself. His stupid penis just kept convincing him it was okay! But wasn’t it ok? He was learning things. Good things. Things a man should know. That was ok, wasn’t it? He was so confused.
After cleaning the filth of the previous night off of himself, he went to the kitchen, fixed cereal, and took his customary seat on the couch to munch and mull. He assumed Stacy must be out running. It wasn’t like her to sleep late, even after a long night. She had a body to maintain. What a body it was, too! He felt a rush of shame. He was a dirty pervert that fantasized about his hot sister sucking him off, and not even for a lesson.
It was just for pleasure, and that made it incest. It was dirty, nasty and perverted. He hadn’t even thought about his girlfriend in a sexual light for the past few days. His entire fantasy world now revolved around the next lesson with Stacy, and what new pleasure she would give him next.
Not today, he decided. Today, he was going to focus on Mary. She’d come over in the afternoon, and he’d hold her, and kiss her, and make her feel good, just the way he’d learned. The way he’d learned with Stacy. Shit! He set his empty bowl aside and laid on the couch to watch TV. Hopefully, he could find something to distract himself until Mary was free.
A few hours went by as Trevor flipped channels, with no sign of Stacy. It was now pushing noon. He stretched and took his bowl to the kitchen, then checked the note board to see if there was a clue. There was.
“Went to church. Be home later.” The note was in Stacy’s handwriting.
Trevor snorted at the absurdity of it. Stacy at church with his parents? She hadn’t gone to church for years. Briefly, he feared for her safety from the wrath of the Almighty. An image of Stacy being struck by lightning as she entered the building flashed through his mind. He returned to his couch and texted Mary.
“Potluck will be over about 1:00. Can I come over and talk after?” She replied.
“Yes.”
Talk? Mary rarely wanted to “talk” about anything. He felt nervous, watching the time tick away, waiting. By 1:00, there was still no sign of his parents or Stacy. His phone pinged.
“On my way.” Mary’s message read.
Trevor checked his deodorant and brushed his teeth again, just to be sure. Soon after, Mary arrived wearing one of her new outfits, a lavender spaghetti strap top and denim skirt.
“I love the new look, babe!” He complimented her, squeezing her in his big arms.
“Me too!” She exclaimed. “The girls at church even said I looked hot! Can you just imagine? Me, hot? My mom wasn’t as happy about it, but I don’t care. I’m the only one who has to live my life.”
“I always thought you were hot.”
“That’s because you’re too sweet.” She said and pushed herself away.
Trevor sat with her on the couch and kissed her, soft and slow just the way he’d been taught. Mary allowed it, but she was stiff. Maybe he was doing it wrong, he thought, worried.
“Trevor.” Mary said, breaking away. “Can we talk about something?”
He nodded, his gut wrenching.
“You know that I love you, right?”
He nodded.
“You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met, and you’re my best friend. Even in school, you never treated me any differently from everyone else, even though I wasn’t hot like the other girls, or athletic, and outgoing. When you asked me out, that’s why I went with you. Because you’re genuinely good, and you have this big, beautiful heart.”
“Thanks. I love you, too.” He replied.
“I know that girlfriends are supposed to do, um, certain things for their boyfriend, you know? Sex things?”
He nodded. Maybe this wasn’t a bad talk.
“And you’ve been very patient with me. You never push me to do anything I don’t want to do, but I know that you want more. It’s just… “
He brushed a lock of her hair out of her eyes.
“It’s ok. Go on.” He said.
“Trevor, I’m so afraid.” She said, and saw her lower lip quiver in that way it did, before she started to cry.
He moved to pull her close, but she stayed him with a hand on his chest, inhaled deeply and continued.
“It’s not just that. Lately, I’ve been having these thoughts, and… and feelings… “
“What kind of thoughts?”
“The kind my mom would say are sinful.”
“Everyone has those thoughts, babe.” He said, grinning. “Even your mom, I’d bet.”
“Not these kind.” She answered, shaking her head.
“I’ve been thinking about… about girls.” she said, and hung her head, hiding her blushing face with her hair.
Trevor was silent for a moment, then said, “What about girls?”
She mumbled something that he couldn’t hear.
“What?” he asked again, as kindly as he could muster.
“About… doing things with girls.” she stammered.
“Like, intimate things?” He asked, carefully, his heart hammering in his chest, mouth dry.
She nodded, and said, “When I think about it, I don’t feel afraid, like I do when I think about boys. Not just you, but boys in general.”
“What are you saying, exactly?”
She was quiet and began to sniffle. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.
“I don’t know what I’m saying. I… we just… we’ve always been able to talk about things that I couldn’t talk to other people about, and it’s one of the reasons I really do love you. You remember when I told you that Jamie Williams tickled me so hard in the locker room that I peed myself?”
He chuckled, half-heartedly, if only to try to lighten the mood.
“It’s like that. I would never tell anyone that kind of thing, because it’s too embarrassing. I can tell you, though. You’re not like other people. You don’t ever judge me. You’re important to me, and I don’t ever want to lose you, so I thought that I should tell you.”
“Thank you.” he said. “I just… I’m still not sure I understand, or what you want me to do.”
“I don’t either. I just know that doing things, intimate things, is important in a relationship, and doing those kinds of things with you is really hard for me. It’s scary, and I don’t know if I’m ready for it. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for it. But, I know that you need it, and I don’t know what to do!”
Her voice rose to a high pitch at the end, and she finally broke down into fitful sobs. Trevor held her, and wiped at her tears with his shirt, not sure what he was supposed to say. She loved him, but she didn’t want to have sex with him? Sex made her afraid? Was she breaking up with him?
“Are you breaking up with me?” he finally asked.
“What?” She asked, looking up at him through tear-streaked eyes. “No. I don’t think so. I don’t want to. I just don’t know what to do!”
She collected her purse, and stood up, crying again.
“I’m sorry.” She sputtered. “I’m so sorry. This was stupid. I can’t… “
Overcome, she quickly left the house before Trevor could even process the fact that she was leaving. What the fuck had just happened? He paced back and forth across the living room, phone in hand, dialing. It rang, and rang, with no answer. He tried 3 more times with the same result. Finally, he climbed the stairs to his room and lay down, defeated. What the hell was he going to do?
Chapter 16: Sex Therapist
The feel of warm arms wrapping around his body roused Trevor from his fitful nap. He cracked an eye and wondered where he was for a moment. He’d been dreaming about something. He couldn’t remember. His eyes hurt. Everything hurt. It felt nice to be held. Shaking off the sleep fog he rolled over and saw Stacy laying in bed with him. She wasn’t naked, and she looked tired.
“Hey you.” She said, with none of her usual pep.
“Hey.”
“I heard from Mary.” She said.
“Really?.”
“Yeah.”
“What did she say?” He asked.
“It was kind of hard to tell. There was a lot of crying. I think I got the gist of it. She’s afraid of sex, like I told you before.”
He shrugged and replied, “And she’s into girls”
“Yeah, there is that.” She said, “I wasn’t really surprised, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“In college, you meet a lot of girls that are like Mary. They’re out of the shelter of their parents’ influence, and they’re not sure who they really are, now that they can make their own choices.”
They lay in silence a while, eyes closed, while Stacy held him.
“You really are a sweetheart.” Stacy finally said. “I know this is hard, but we’re going to figure it out.”
“What do I do?” He asked.
She pondered the question, then suggested, “Why don’t you let me talk to her? You know, girl talk. Dicks and clothes, and all that. Let me figure her out.”
Trevor considered it. What other choice was there? He certainly had no idea what to do. He didn’t want to break up with her, but if they were just going to be good friends, what was the point of a relationship at all? It was all so new and confusing.
“Thanks.” He said, nodding, “You ok?” He asked. “You look tired.”
“Long night.” She said and felt him shiver.
“You went to church?” He asked, to get his mind off of his sorrow.
Stacy laughed and said, “Yeah. I just figured with all the sinning I do that I might yet find redemption.”
He smiled weakly.
“I’m kidding. The whole man in the sky thing’s not really for me. I just thought it would be nice for mom and dad.”
The couple of hours spent after church in a hotel room, being relentlessly pounded by her father, had also been good for mom and dad, she thought.
“You know what I do, when I feel like shit?” Stacy asked.
“Masturbate?” He said, and she punched his arm.
“Well, that goes without saying, fuckhead. No! Retail therapy.”
“Shopping?”
“It’s a proven method for dealing with depression. Why do you think Americans are such gross consumers? We’re all depressed as fuck, so we just buy shit constantly to keep the endorphins pumping.”
“Yeah. Ok.” He consented.
“Maybe wash your face first.” Stacy said. “You have boogers and eye crusties.”
She kissed his forehead and flounced out of the room. A few minutes later, face washed, he made his way downstairs, where his mother was on the couch with her laptop.
“Hey, mom.” He said.
“Hey, honey. You ok?” she asked, a look of concern on her face. Had Stacy told her about Mary?
“Yeah.” He said, without admitting anything. “Just a tough day with Mary.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked.
He shook his head.
“No. It’ll blow over. Stacy and I are going shopping for a while.”
She nodded and said, “have fun.”
A moment later, Stacy appeared, wearing a tube top and a little skirt that ended well above the knees. Trevor couldn’t help the lusty stare he gave her and, consequently, did not notice the same look on his mother’s face.
“Ready?” She asked him.
He nodded. Stacy gave their mom a light kiss on the head and they left.
“I think I know what will make you feel better.” Stacy said, as they walked into the mall.
“What?”
“I’ll let you pick out something really sexy for me to wear for our next lesson. What do you say?”
Trevor looked at her and blinked.
“Next lesson?” He asked.
“Unless this thing with Mary means you’re going to be celebate for the rest of your life, you still do have the chance to get into her pants. She’s afraid and confused. That doesn’t mean she’s suddenly a lesbian.”
“I… I guess so.”
“You’ve got a lot of patience, Trev. Even if your future isn’t with Mary, she’s not the only girl around. Any one of my friends would throw themselves at you in a heartbeat!”
Trevor had been so preoccupied with his own despair that he hadn’t even considered that. Stacy was right. Sure, it hurt right now, just because he was so confused, but what if it wasn’t the end of the world? It just kind of felt like it.
“Ok.” He agreed, suddenly hard. Apparently, penises were not so prone to sadness as brains.
Stacy led him to Frederick’s once more, where he felt completely out of his depth amongst all the different kinds of sexy clothes.
“Anything you want.” Stacy said.
He wandered about, trying to imagine Stacy’s body encased in the variety of skimpy things. What did he like? He had no idea. He spotted a set of black, lacy thongs and push-up bra, with a sheer gown. In his mind, he saw Stacy wearing it, her already large breasts pushed up on display invitingly, while she knelt between his legs and jerked him off.
“I like that one.” He said, his cheeks flushed.
Stacy appraised it, and grinned. “Nice choice.”
She rifled through the sets, found her size, and took it to the dressing room. Trevor waited. A few moments later, she came back out with the set in her hand.
“Perfect.” She said, and leaned in closer to whisper, “You’re going to cum so hard when you see it. I swear to God, this thing is dangerous.”
Trevor’s jaw fell.
She brought the set to the counter with Trevor following.
Trevor kept stealing glances at the little black bag containing the sexy lingerie, as they walked through the mall. Stacy dragged him everywhere, buying him new clothes, video games, and an upgrade for his phone. She’d been right. Retail therapy was working. Despite all the new stuff, though, he kept looking at the little bag, and imagining.
He felt like a pack mule as he hauled the numerous bags of merchandise to the car and hefted them into the back seat. Stacy, then, took him to dinner before they went home. At home, Stacy left Trevor to lug the bags up to his room, taking only the little black one. It was still early evening, and his parents were watching TV. He busied himself with putting away his clothes, and playing with the new phone as a distraction, but he was still preoccupied with his (possibly lesbian) girlfriend troubles.
Stacy knocked on his door and let herself in. He looked up from the phone, half-expecting to see her wearing the sexy lingerie set. She was not. She was dressed in shorts and a lacy blouse that he could see her bra though. She sat on the bed.
“I’m going to go out for a bit with Mary.” She said, “Don’t worry, ok? We’ll figure this out.”
“Thanks, Stac. I owe you one.”
She ruffled his hair, which he was finding that he did not really hate as much as he once did.
“You bet your sweet ass, you do.” She said.
Stacy left him alone with his thoughts, and left the house. Mary was waiting on the porch when she pulled up, looking sad. She got into the car.
“Hey, baby.” Stacy said, leaning over to hug her.
“Hey, Stacy. Thanks for talking to me.”
“It’s what girls do.” She said, pulling the car out of the drive. “Tough day, huh?”
Mary nodded and said, “I don’t know what to do!”
“Why don’t you start from the beginning.”
As they drove, Mary related the conversation with Trevor, and tried her best to explain her feelings.
“Ever since you… we did… what we did, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. It was so beautiful.” She said sadly. “I feel so awful, though. Why was it so easy with you, and it’s so hard with Trevor?”
“Because you’re a lesbian, baby.” Stacy stated flatly.
“I… I am not!” Then she thought for a moment and asked, “Am I?”
Mary had never met any lesbians that she knew of. How did she know what lesbians were like? How did one know if they were a lesbian? Stacy had probably met lots of lesbians. She clearly liked girls, and Mary did know that there were lesbians in colleges.
“You check all the boxes.” Stacy said, nodding.
She stopped the car in the parking lot of Tara’s apartment. Mary looked up at the familiar building.
“Are we… going to do it again?” She asked.
“We’re just going to talk about your problem with Trevor.” Stacy said, shaking her head. “Tara’s working nights again, so I thought it would be easiest to do it here. Is that ok?”
Mary nodded, and they walked up to the apartment together. Stacy flipped on the lights and turned on the radio, then handed Mary a wine cooler.
“You need to take the edge off.” She said, twisting the cap on her own and flicking it into the trash.
Mary was quiet. She wasn’t sure what to say. How did one discuss their potential lesbianism with their boyfriend’s sister?
“What’s a relationship, baby?” Stacy asked, toying with a lock of Mary's hair..
“What do you mean?”
“Just that. What is your typical relationship? The kind you see on TV or in the movies.”
Mary thought about it. It was an easy question, but she suspected there was more to it.
She answered, “A boy and a girl. They fall in love, have sex, have a family, and argue about kids or money.”
“That’s the Hollywood relationship.” Stacy said, nodding. “That’s only what you’re told a relationship is. That isn’t what a relationship actually is.”
“What is it?” Mary asked, curious.
“A relationship is whatever works for the people involved, in a way that satisfies their emotional, physical, spiritual, and sexual needs. All of us are different, and every one of us has different needs. One relationship isn’t wrong because it’s different from what Hollywood or TV says it is. I could have a relationship with a man, a woman, or even both at the same time, and as long as all of us were happy in that relationship–if it worked for us and made us happy–there would be nothing wrong with it. What did I tell you about your life the last time we were here?”
“That I was the only one that had to live my life.” Mary answered.
Stacy nodded and said, “Your mother doesn’t have to be happy with your life. Your church doesn’t. Trevor doesn’t, and neither does anyone else. There are a lot of people in ‘real’ relationships who are miserable and hate their life. My personal view is that you should live in a way that makes you happy, not in a way that other people tell you will make you happy.”
Mary nodded slowly. That did make sense. How did it help her with her Trevor problem, though? How did it help her know if she was a lesbian?
“It’s difficult, if not impossible, to find one person that can satisfy everything that we need. I need a lot of sex, for example, sometimes slow and sexy, other times hard and hot. I love sex with men, and I love sex with women. I won’t ever find one person that can be a man and a woman whenever I need them to be. Right?”
Mary had to laugh at the image of biological impossibility, and she nodded.
“So, I choose to just be by myself, and pick partners that satisfy my sexual needs, whatever they might be from day-to-day. Hollywood would call that a slut, in case you’re wondering. Whatever. I like it. It works for me. It makes me happy. I can satisfy my own emotional and physical needs. I don’t need anyone else for that.”
“That makes sense.” Mary admitted. Stacy was so confident and brave, she thought, to live like that. “I still don’t know what to do, though.”
Stacy nodded and said, “You’re different. You have different needs. Start with physical. You need clothes, shelter, food. Those are things you need to stay alive. Right now, you depend on other people for those things. Your parents, Trevor, your church. It won’t always be that way. You’ll get older and you’ll rely more on yourself for those things.”
Mary agreed.
“You have emotional needs.” Stacy continued. “You want to be loved, accepted, encouraged. We all do. Some of us look inside for those things, and others get them from the people around us. You get them from the same sources as your physical needs, and that will never change. It’s who you are, and it’s perfectly fine. Does it make you happy?”
“Yes. I love that Trevor accepts me, and that he always encourages me, or that he doesn’t ever judge me for being who I am.”
Stacy nodded agreement and went on, “Sexual needs are some of the most complex, though. That’s especially true when you don’t have a lot of experience, and you don’t really understand what you need or want. How do you feel when boys touch you?”
“Scared.” Mary admitted, hanging her head. “Like I want to throw up.”
Stacy nodded, then added, “And girls?”
She laid her hand on Mary’s bare leg to emphasize the point. Mary blushed and answered, “Excited.”
“Now, imagine that you’re Trevor.” Stacy said. “Imagine that you have some beefy, muscled stud with a big hard dick, and he’s plunging his tongue into your mouth. All he wants to do is rip off your clothes and push that thick dick into you, then pound it into your body until he cums. How does that make you feel?”
Mary could easily imagine how it felt. “Scared.” She repeated. “Like I want to throw up.”
Stacy nodded and said, “And when you have a soft girl kissing you, running her sexy hands over your body. She’s warm and sensual. How does that make you feel?”
Stacy caressed her leg gently.
“Excited.”
“You love Trevor. You love the wonderful person that he is, and you can’t imagine not having him in your life, right?”
She nodded. It was true. Trevor did tick all of her boxes, except the sexual one.
“Trevor loves you the same way. You satisfy all of his needs, except for one.”
Mary nodded again, while Stacy continued to slide her hand up her leg, toying with the hem of her skirt.
“There are other relationships like that.” Stacy said. “There are boyfriends, and husbands, who don’t satisfy the woman in their life sexually, but in every other way, they’re perfect. They love their partner, and they even enjoy seeing them being sexually satisfied by other people.”
Mary’s eyes widened. There were actually men like that?
“You mean they let their wives have sex with other men, and they’re ok with it?”
Stacy nodded, inwardly rolling her eyes at just how sheltered the girl was, but she continued, “Not just men, though. There’s women like that, too. Just because it isn’t what TV says is right, doesn’t mean that it’s wrong. Do you think it’s wrong?”
Mary thought about it. By Stacy’s logic, which made sense, if the people involved were all having their needs satisfied, and they were happy with it, then what was the real harm?
She shook her head and said, “I guess not. If they’re all happy.”
“So, if you can’t satisfy Trevor’s sexual needs,” Stacy went on, “then he will either need to be ok with that and happy, or someone else will need to satisfy them.”
Mary thought about this, too. She did want Trevor to be happy. She did not want to lose Trevor. She could not satisfy that need. Trevor, she knew, would not be happy in a relationship in which he did not get sex with a woman. He was patient, but he wasn’t going to have a happy life without sex. Someone else would have to give Trevor sex. Could she be happy if someone else had sex with her boyfriend? She had no idea. The thought had never occurred to her.
Stacy could see the conflict on Mary’s face as she struggled with the questions she’d put into her head.
“That’s… “ Mary started, stopped, continued, “I don’t know how to even talk about that.”
“That’s what experimentation is for.” Stacy said, grinning. “The thing about learning what you do and don’t like is that you never actually know what you like until you try it.”
“So, I should let Trevor have sex with another girl?”
Stacy shook her head and said, “No. Not just that. You have to be involved. It’s a relationship. If Trevor does it with another girl, and you aren’t there, then it’s just him cheating on you. He’d never do that. You know that. He’s too good. You would need to be there, and encourage him. Tell him it’s ok, and that it’s what you want for him. Show him that you love him so much that you’re willing to give him what he needs, but that you’re part of the relationship, and that it’s something that you’re sharing together. If you don’t, then it’s just having two relationships at the same time. One will eventually take precedence over the other, and considering how much men like sex, which one do you think would ultimately win out?”
That was true, Mary knew, and it opened up a whole new box of terror in her. She couldn’t be happy if Trevor was just having sex with another girl when he needed it. Eventually, the unnamed fantasy girl would just steal him away, and it would be horrible.
“Relationships are so hard.” Mary whined, putting her head in her hands. “How do I do it? I don’t know any girls like that! And, even if I did, how do you ask someone to have sex with your boyfriend?”
“It would have to be someone you trust, too. Someone you both trust, that understands what being in that kind of relationship is all about, and who won’t try to break you up. She also has to be willing to take care of your needs, right? This isn’t all about Trevor and his penis. It’s about both of you.”
“I’m doomed.” Mary said, and Stacy could sense another round of sobbing coming. Then, Stacy could see Mary draw the conclusion that she had placed in the girl’s head. Naturally, Mary would be shuffling through the deck of girls she knew, discarding each of her church friends, and eventually settling on the only sexually liberated female in the deck. Mary raised her head, looked Stacy in the eye, flushed. Her mouth opened, shut, and then she looked away. The only card in the deck was the one card that she could never put on the table. It was altogether wrong. It went against everything she’d been taught in her life about what was and was not acceptable.
“Stacy… “ Mary began, then stopped.
Stacy cocked her head, her face a passive mask.
“What if… what if it was you?” Mary said in a rush, then shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She said, “I’m sorry! That was so stupid. He’s your brother. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Stacy raised an eyebrow at the use of an expletive.
“Me?” She said, in mock horror.
“I think Trevor kind of has a crush on you.” Mary said, blushing. “The other day I found… something of yours in his room.”
“What?”
“He had… some of your underwear.”
Stacy laughed and said, “That little pervert! I don’t think it’s me, specifically.” She lied. “He’s just a horny boy, and he likes big boobs and girls like the ones in porno that wear tiny panties.”
“Yeah.” Mary agreed. “You’re probably right.”
Stacy touched her hand and said, “Hey. It’s ok. I know he’s cute. It doesn’t matter that he’s my brother. I know a hot guy when I see one. Look, I’ll make you a deal. If you can talk him around to it, I’m willing to play around with you both a little bit. We can’t fuck, but it could be kind of fun to fool around a little.”
Mary’s eyes widened.
Stacy went on, “I mean, I won’t lie. I like things that are a little kinky, so I’m game to help you guys experiment a little. It’ll be like dipping your toes in the water, to see if this kind of thing is for you. That way, you don’t have to go all the way right from the start. You can start slow and see how it makes you feel.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“But, how am I going to convince Trevor?” Mary asked.
“Bring your new swimsuit over tomorrow, and you can leave that to me.” She said, grinning.
Chapter 17: The Toy
Trevor read the text from Mary again. It was such a simple question, one that he’d seen a hundred times.
“Can I come over tomorrow?”
No mention of their recent altercation. No explanation. Just that one question. What did it mean? Should he ask about the incident? Should he ask about her conversation with Stacy? He made the only reply he could and kept his questions for himself.
“Of course.”
She sent back a kiss emoji, so he guessed that Stacy had done something right. Now, he just had to wait impatiently for Stacy to get home. He paced his room, the buzz of the TV a background hum. Time crawled by. Finally, he heard the sound of Stacy’s door click shut down the hall. He restrained himself from going down to check with her. Soon, there was a knock on the door. He flung it open, and there was Stacy. She wore the black robe he’d picked out and, presumably, the rest of the tiny set under it. As enticing as it was, he couldn’t wait to hear the result of her conversation.
“Someone is eager.” She said, leaning in the doorway.
“Please don’t torture me.” He said, wringing his hands.
“But it’s so much fun!”
She sighed and let herself in, locking the door behind her. She motioned to the bed, and Trevor obediently sat down. Stacy set something down on the bedside table, but he was too anxious to pay attention to the little box.
She stretched out on the bed and invited him to lay beside her. He did. She ran her hand through his hair.
“Consider your Mary problem taken care of. With some stipulations.”
“What does that mean?”
“Trev. There’s no easy way to say this, but… you're playing for the same team as your girlfriend.”
He looked at her dumbly.
“Mary is a lesbian, Trevor.”
“What?”
Stacy nodded.
“Look, let me start over. Mary loves you. You love Mary. Right?”
“Yeah, but… a lesbian?”
“Mary loves you, but she’s not into sex with men. I know. What the fuck, right?”
“What the fuck!” He said, despairingly.
“That doesn’t mean she’s breaking up with you, though.”
“O… ok? Why not? Why wouldn’t she break up with me, if she’s not into guys?” His head was a whirlwind. It didn’t make sense.
“Trevor, what is a relationship?” She asked.
In nearly the same words, Stacy handheld him through the same logic she’d used on Mary. Trevor’s reaction, though, was slightly different. She could see his visible hardon in his pants as he considered sex with another woman, while Mary was there. The possibility that he could have a relationship with the woman he loved, get to have sex with other women, and watch other women with his girlfriend was immensely exciting. Of course, that would mean he wouldn’t be having sex with his girlfriend himself. Jesus, it was all so confusing. Still, Stacy’s work, and the influence of internet porn had made him far more open to the idea of kinky sexual acts, which he was (understandably) eager to explore.
“How is this going to work, though?” He asked. “Where are we supposed to find another girl that’s into this kind of thing?”
Stacy smiled and said, “Well, your girlfriend already has someone in mind.”
“Who?” He said, propping himself up on his elbow, eyes flashing with curiosity. Mary actually knew girls that were into this? What else didn’t he know about his shy little girlfriend?
Stacy said nothing, only continued to smile. Slowly, realization dawned on his face. This was one of Stacy’s favorite parts, watching people process their thoughts, draw conclusions, fight with themselves, and ultimately lose out to their base instincts.