Chapter 2

Not wanting to let Carla down, but still a little annoyed, I changed into my new trunks and, after stashing my clothes in an empty locker, walked barefoot outside again.

As I stood there, waiting for Carla, I scanned the people around the pool and was relieved that there were at least two more guys there, both good looking an well built too. I felt guilty, and a little foolish, at my flash of anger at Becky. This whole brother/sister trust thing was harder than I thought. I vowed to give her the benefit of the doubt in the future. She really was trying her best to help.

“What do you think, Dave?” I heard Carla’s voice behind me, and turned to see what she was asking.

I immediately moved my towel in front of me, hiding the erection that had already begun to tent out the front of my trunks.

Carla was in a lavender bikini that hugged her curves in ways that defy description. Her breasts were not overly large, maybe a bit more than a handful, but they were firm and proud, barely covered by two triangles of lavender material. Thin lavender material that did nothing at all to disguise her perky nipples.

The bikini bottoms were a bit more substantial, but were cut high over her hips, showing a delectable amount of skin. When she slowly spun in place, I thought for sure that there was not a more perfect ass on the entire planet. The cut exposed almost half of each cheek and the cloth clung to the other half, hugging each cheek and clearly showing the split between those beautiful globes

When she finished the turn, I could see that the front was just as clingy. I could clearly make out her lips and I wanted nothing more in that instant than to reach out and run my finger through that furrow.

“Carla, that suit should be illegal.” I said, barely able to speak at all. I looked up at her face, trying not to stare at her like a lecher. Her flame red hair was gathered up on top of her head, baring her smooth, swan-like neck and her delectable earlobes. The lavender material set off her pale skin, and the peppering of freckles just made me long to count each and every one.

“I guess that means you like it?” she said, winking at me.

“I would give everything I own for a picture of you just as you are now.” I admitted, looking down.

Carla grabbed my arm, hugging it and pressing her breasts against me.

“I could arrange that.” she said, pulling me towards the pool.

Oh. Right. The pool. Another chance for me to completely embarrass myself. What kind of moron doesn’t know how to swim? Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have some fear of water, or of pools, I just never learned. Pools were, generally, full of people. Noisy, bothersome people. I had always avoided places like that.

Carla pulled to over to the pool and sat down on the edge, dangling her pretty feet in the water. I could see that the edge of the pool had clearly marked depth numbers so I knew that the water in this part would be barely above my waist. A good thing, considering what Carla’s bikini had done to me.

I dropped my town and quickly slid over the edge into the water, standing near where Carla sat. The water was cool and felt very good, in combination with the warm sunlight, I could see where folks would enjoy this. I leaned back against the side of the pool, close to Carla but not touching, and scanned the other guests.

The two guys I saw were sitting next to each other over by the diving board on the far end, but the rest of the guests all appeared to be female. It was odd, in a way. There wasn’t a single girl there that wasn’t attractive. Sure, some were prettier than others, but they were all pretty. I knew that there were some girls at school who were less appealing, but I guessed that none of them were invited.

For some reason, that made me a little sad. Maybe it was that I was still an outsider, merely playing the part here today. There were probably others like me, alone or even hiding, and they maybe didn’t have someone like Becky to help them.

“Carla?”

“Um hm...” she answered, lazily kicking her feet in the water.

“Why are there only three guys here?” I asked, unsure if I really wanted to know.

“Well, it was supposed to be a girls party, at least at first. Then Diane asked if she could bring Ted and Dan, because they are both like one of the girls, really. Then Becky wanted to bring you.”

Wait. What?

“So Ted and Dan...”

Carla laughed. “I guess you didn’t know. They have been going steady all year. It was quite the scandal at the beginning of the year, the first openly gay couple, but they are great guys and soon enough, everyone just accepted them.”

“I guess I am still a little confused.” I admitted. “Not about them, whatever makes them happy is cool. But about the party. You said there would be games and dancing earlier, but if there are no guys...” I trailed off.

“Dave, girls are not all squicky about that stuff like guys are. I guess you have never been to a school dance, but there are always groups of girls who dance together if a guy won’t ask. It’s not like a sex thing, just a friendly, having fun kind of thing. Besides, we like to dance. With you here, I imagine that you will get a lot of girls wanting to dance with you.”

“Until the first one sees that I can’t dance.” I snorted, sure that another disaster was on the horizon.

“Dave!” I turned to look, just in time to get a face full of water as Becky canon-balled into the pool, soaking both of us.

She came up from under the water, tossing her hair over her shoulder and wiping the water from her eyes, smiling like she just won the lottery.

“Gotcha!” she crowed, giving me a big hug. Behind her, Jan lowered herself into the water, giving me an eyeful in the process. She was wearing a bikini shaped much like Carla’s, but in a bright, pure white color. She was a bit bigger breasted than Carla, and a bit more, um, lush in the hips, but it in no way detracted from her beauty. She was amazing!

Becky was wearing a fire engine red bikini, and she looked every bit as good as I imagined she would, though as always, those fantasies were tinged with more than a little guilt. It was all I could to do keep my eyes above their chins as they crowded around.

Carla was laughing and wiping the water from her own eyes. The splash had soaked her and the cool water had brought her nipples to attention. I couldn’t help but notice, since she was sitting on the edge of the pool and her perky nipples were right at eye level for me.

She saw me looking and smirked, raising a single eyebrow and making me blush. She laughed and slid into the pool. Now I had three gorgeous, scantily clad women in close proximity. It was a sure bet that I was not getting out of the pool any time soon.

“I was just explaining why he was the only guy here ... well, not the only guy, but the only guy that ALL of the guests would probably hit on!” Carla was laughing, teasing me.

“I thought Ted and Dan were a couple?” I asked, a little discomfited by the idea.

“Oh, they are, but they love teasing straight guys ... I wouldn’t be surprised if one, or both, of them ask you to dance tonight.” she laughed, batting her eyes at me.

“I still don’t get why I am the only straight guy here. If this was supposed to be a girl’s party, I guess I could see letting Ted and Dan in, but me? Is this my pity party?” I asked, only half joking.

Jan moved closer, putting her hands on my shoulders and catching my gaze.

“You mean, you are straight?” she asked, her fake outrage making the joke even funnier.

“Dave, you are here because Becky is my best friend in the whole world and she wanted her little brother to come. She wanted to spend time with you and thought you would have fun. That is all there is to it. It’s not some gag, or some prank, we all want you to be here.” she was serious, and she wanted me to know.

“Now, if you don’t want to spend a couple of hours around the best that this town has to offer in the way of scantily clad ladies, then I guess I could just take you upstairs and see if my little sister was telling the truth.” she added, a sly look on her face.

“JAN!” Carla screeched, looking mortified.

Becky burst out laughing, clutching her side with tears streaming down her face. Jan just grinned at her sister’s shocked expression.

“What, Carla? Didn’t you say...” she never got to finish her question. Carla tackled her, dragging her under the water and away from me. While the view of the two wrestling was very, very erotic, I did want to know what Carla had told her sister.

I motioned Becky closer so I could speak without anyone overhearing.

“What is Jan talking about?”

Becky grinned at me. “Carla came to get your trunks and told Jan that she had given you a little kiss. I guess she got a preview of what you are packing and was all excited. You got her motor revving, little brother. Play your cards right and you may get lucky!” she crowed, laughing at my expression.

“I already did, Becky, I got you as a sister.”

I guess Jan and Carla had finished wrestling and were close enough to hear me say that because, before I knew it, I had three wet, wriggling and happy women hanging off of me. Which one groped me, I don’t know, but I would have sworn it was more than one hand.

The rest of the party was a blast. I spent a lot of it on a lounge chair, being waited on by a number of gorgeous women. Carla sat in another lounger, though she pulled it close enough that would could touch.

Being the first pool party of the summer and, according to Carla, because I was the only guy there to appreciate their charms, there seemed to be an almost endless parade of strutting, sashaying young women walking by. More than a few of them found it hard to hold to towels, combs and other small items, seeming to drop them near where I sat. Then they would bend over, slowly, to pick up their items, providing me with a smorgasbord of young, firm butts to watch.

Carla seemed to get as big a kick out of the show as I did, making a game of it by saying, “The East German judges give this one an eight, with point deductions for style.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Lunch was burgers and hot dogs on the grill, manned by Becky and Jan, and I was told, in no uncertain terms, to just sit and enjoy. My food and drinks were served to me by Carla, and she made sure that she was the only one too!

When evening came, the lights were turned on and the pool area was almost magical. The glow from the underwater lights bathed the area in a soft glow.

The music started to play and there were clumps of girls all dancing and chatting. Carla stepped in front of my lounger and held her hands out to me, asking me to dance with her.

Despite my misgivings, I agreed and was glad to hear that it was a slow song playing. She stepped into my arms, laying her head on my chest and began to sway to the music. I did my best to follow along and just enjoyed the feeling of her body against mine, her firm breasts mashed up against my chest.

From the terror when I first arrived at the party to the feelings that were coursing through me at that instant, it had been a wild ride and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world. I owed my sister, big time.

The end of the part found me sitting back in my lounger, Carla on my lap, and her lips on mine. Her kisses were driving me wild, the soft touch of her lips, the warm, wet caresses of her tongue against mine, were unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

We didn’t go any further, but I was happy just to make out with her, to hold her and kiss her. I felt like I could spend an eternity doing just that.

When it was time to leave, she walked me out to Becky’s car, her hand in mine, and give me a soul-searing kiss that just about knocked me out.

“Call me, Dave, please?” she asked, her eyes full of promise.

“I will. I can’t put into words how much fun I had today. Thank you for letting me come to your party.”

“I wish we could have done more.” she said, blushing prettily and smiling at me. “I am not ready for, well, anything like that yet, but I loved kissing you and sitting on your lap.”

“It was the highlight of my year, Carla.” I replied.

“I could tell!” she grinned and stepped back so I could get in the car.

“So little brother,” Becky said with a smirk as we headed home. “You seemed to be having a good time.”

“I did. I can’t thank you enough for talking me in to this, and for not letting me chicken out when we got there. You are the best, Becky.”

“Oh, not yet, I’m not, but I am not done with you yet, Eliza Doolittle!” she cackled, referencing her favorite movie.

“Wot ever you say, Mr. ‘Iggins.” I replied in my best cockney accent.

It must have not been very good because Becky laughed most of the way home.

The next morning, I woke up at my usual time, about five am, and dressed for my morning run. I loved running early in the morning, when most of the world was still asleep. The crisp morning air, still chilled from the night, was invigorating. The quiet streets, a few lights on in houses with early risers, and the lack of traffic made running a joy.

As I hit the half way mark, about ten kilometers, I paused for a drink at my favorite morning spot and watched the sun rise. It was a little park that sat at the top of a hill, and as the sun came up and spread its light across the town below, it was as if it was bringing the town to life again after a long hibernation.

Running has always given me time to think. Sometimes it is about homework or school, other times about books I was reading or just about life in general. Today it was about Carla, about the party and, mostly, about my excitement over learning that the beautiful girl I had been crushing on for two years actually liked me in return.

The run back was faster, it always was. I opened up and alternated sprints with jogging, getting my heart rate up and just enjoying the pounding of my feet over the pavement. The endorphins were kicking in and that feeling called ‘Runner’s High’ was a drug to me. The last kilometer was done in a sprint, my arms and legs pumping as fast as I could move them, the echoes of my footfalls coming back to me from the surrounding buildings.

When I reached our house, I slowed to a jog and took a couple of circuits around the block to cool down. A quick stretch against the old oak in the front yard and I was off to the shower, letting the steaming water wash away the sweat and the remnants of last night’s sleep.

I felt on top of the world that morning, and I actually found myself telling my parents about the party at breakfast. Becky was still in bed, she hated getting up early, but I ate breakfast with Mom and Dad before they left for work, and I could see them grinning tolerantly at me as I extolled the virtues of my new girlfriend.

Dad just grinned a lot, and mentioned that he hadn’t been to a party with thirty nubile young ladies in a long, long time. Mom was quick to point out that he probably wouldn’t survive it, and even if he did, she would be sure to rectify that when she found out about it.

It was torture, waiting until a decent hour, but at the stroke of ten, I dialed Carla’s number.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Peters, this is Dave Baros. I was wondering if I could speak to Carla.”

“Good morning, Dave! Please, call me Cynthia. Let me get Carla for you.”

It only took a moment before she came to the phone.

“Dave? Good morning, sexy!”

“Good morning, Carla! I just wanted to call and say thanks again. I had a great time at your party.”

“I’m glad you called! I had a great time too.” her voice dropped to a whisper. “Especially sitting in your lap!”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I changed the subject.

“I would like to see you again, Carla, if that is okay.” I asked, nervously.

“Absolutely! Mom is helping to host an art exhibit at a gallery down town tonight, want to be my date? It’s kinda fancy dress, boring artsy stuff, but it would be a lot more fun with you along.”

“I’d love to! I will see if Becky can give me a ride. Should I come to your house or meet you there? Do I need a suit?”

“A jacket and tie are okay, my Dad will wear his tux but we are just there to support Mom, so I am just wearing a dress, not like a fancy gown or anything. You can come here and ride in with us, I think. Let me check with my Mom.” There was a pause, some faint background conversation barely audible, and then Carla was back on the phone.

“She said it would be great if you could come. Can you be here by five?”

“I am sure I can. If nothing else, I could take the bus I guess, but I am sure Becky will drive me. Is Jan coming? Maybe Becky will want to come with us.”

“I think Jan has a date, but Becky is always welcome. She is like another daughter to Mom.”

“Okay, I can’t wait to see you again!” I told her, and confirmed the schedule for the evening.

“What have you gotten us into this evening, Dave?” Becky said, walking up behind me. She had obviously just gotten up, wearing a long t-shirt with, it appeared, nothing under it. I did my best not to stare, though I admit that I was very curious.

“Cynthia Peters has a big art show tonight, and Carla invited me, invited us, to go along if we want. It is a fancy kind of thing, and I need a suit coat and a tie. Do you think you could take me to buy one?”

“Shopping? I can totally do that! I think I will pass on the art show though. I know Jan has a hot date tonight, and it sounds like you do too. If it is okay, I might call up a friend and go visit. I can drop you off and pick you up afterwards, if you need me to though.”

“Oh ... um, okay, if you want.” I must have sounded uncomfortable, because Becky grinned at me.

“You got this, Dave. She seems to be very fond of you, and you don’t need my help. Remind me while we are out to get you some condoms though.” she said with a grin.

“What? No, I don’t, I mean, I am not going it...” I sputtered, caught completely off guard.

“Better safe than sorry!” Becky said, heading into the kitchen, giving a little extra sway to her step just to tease me. She knew! She knew I was watching. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on.

The shopping expedition turned into lunch and a whirlwind tour of men’s clothing stores. Becky was in her element and was a joy to be with, laughing and joking, teasing and even flirting. The stop at a pharmacy was almost over the top though, as I am sure I must have turned a dozen shades of red.

The problem was, according to Becky, that most condoms wouldn’t work for me. She insisted that the ‘One size fits all’ labels were all so much bullshit and we ended up in a place I never imagined even existed. A sex shop.

The store, called “Pearly Gates” was tucked away in a little strip mall. Its front windows were plastered with R-rated versions of X-rated movie covers, advertisements for ‘Personal Massagers’ and a promise of the best video booths in town.

The inside was mind-altering. From the massive rows of adult videos to the equally massive displays of sex toys in every shape and size you could imagine, it was an eye-opening experience. The clerk behind the desk was a young lady who had more piercings than I thought were even possible, and who seemed to be almost completely covered in tattoos. Her appraising glance and the resulting frown told me that she had pegged me as being too young, but Brandy just strutted right by, heading for the rear of the store. The clerk shrugged her shoulders, and grinned at me.

I think that she thought we were a couple, Becky and I. I considered correcting her, but figured that it would be better not to say anything. I didn’t want to get kicked out.

I followed Becky to a rack that held a bewildering assortment of condoms. Some said they glowed in the dark, some were flavored and some were covered with bumps, ridges and even little tentacle things. I could only imagine what they were intended for.

Becky was reading the backs of several packages, and held one up so I could see what she was reading.

“Check it out. I just got a look, but you know more about your size than I do. If you aren’t sure, maybe that clerk would come and measure for you.” she said, nudging me with her elbow.

“Jeeze, Becky. This is all kinds of embarrassing!” I moaned, looking around as if someone was going to jump out and arrest us on the spot.

“Relax, Dave. Look, find one that you think will fit. I am going to go look at the personal massagers.” She said with a laugh and a saucy smile.

The back of the boxes listed approximate sizes and, after a couple of minutes, I found one that I thought sounded right. It didn’t have any of the fancy bumps or tentacle things, and no flavors, but I wasn’t sure I really wanted those things anyway. There were a dozen condoms in the box, so I was sure that it would last for a while. For thirty bucks, I sure hoped so anyway.

I had to smile though. Here I was, a virgin in every sense of the word, worrying about how long a dozen condoms would last. A guy could dream, I guess. I really didn’t think Carla was that kind of girl, so I didn’t think I would be using them any time soon.

I wandered over to see Becky with a box in hand, something called the Magic Wand, but I purposefully didn’t ask what was so magic about it. I was afraid that she would tell me.

We made our purchases and headed for home. Becky pulled me into the kitchen, laying my new suit jacket on the counter and pulled a banana from a bunch in the refrigerator. From her adult store bag, she pulled a box of condoms out, smaller in size than my own, I noticed, and opened the box, taking one of the foil-wrapped packages and laying it on the counter next to the banana.

“Look, Dave, I know this is probably embarrassing for you, but I would feel really bad if you get a chance to use those things but didn’t know how. I know, I know, you have internet access, but humor me here.”

She slowly tore open the foil package an pulled out the condom. It looked like a rubber ring with a thin film sealing the hole.

“The trick is to pinch a bit on the end first. You have to leave room for the semen so it is not forced out along the sides. Then you place the condom on the tip and roll it down, all the way, like this.” She showed me on the banana, and I think her face was almost as red as mine had to have been.

Without looking at me, she continued.

“When you are done, make sure you grasp the base first before you pull out of the girl. There is nothing more embarrassing that to find out the condom came off because your hard on was going down. It can get caught up in there by friction, you see? Hold on to it when you pull out, then pull it off and flush it, or wrap it in tissue and throw it away.”

I saw Becky sneak a look at my face, and she started to giggle. That got me laughing, and before you knew it, we were both laughing so hard that it was difficult to breathe.

“Sorry, little brother, I just never thought I would having this conversation with you. It is not something a sister usually has to explain to her brother, but I wasn’t sure that Dad had ever had the talk with you. I want you to have fun, but be safe.”

“Becky, you are the best. I mean that. I appreciate everything you are doing for me.” I gave her a big hug, and smiled when she relaxed against, me her cheek on my chest.

“I’m just glad it wasn’t too late.” she said, smiling softly.

The Art Gallery opening was fun, though it wasn’t really the kind of art that I like, or even understood, really. It was just like you see on television though, a bunch of people in formal dress, sipping champagne and talking about why a red square on a black canvas was meaningful. To me, it looked like a third-grade class art show at a PTA, except with tuxedos and booze.

Carla looked outstanding. She was wearing an off the shoulder dress that clung to her body and made me want to map every curve. She held my hand from the moment I arrived at their house and didn’t let go through most of the evening. The only time she did drop my hand, was after pulling me into a dark alcove and putting her arms around my neck.

We had a nice, steamy make out session there, her body pressed against mine and our tongues dueling. The best part was when she took my palm and pressed it against her breast.

It was soo soft, yet firm under my palm. I could feel her hard nipple digging into my palm and, when I let my thumb drag across it, Carla gave a little moan. As I softly caressed her breast and tweaked her nipple, Carla let one hand drop between us and began to rub my cock. Her fingers danced along its length, stopping to rub the head softly, before starting all over again. She brought me right to the edge, and then would back off. Then she would do it all over again. How I didn’t shoot my load into my pants, I’ll never know.

“You are so big! I never knew they were like that. You hear boys bragging, but I bet none of them have one like yours.” she gasped, her eyes filled with lust as she rubbed me through my slacks.

I just kissed her, not sure how to respond to a comment like that.

“One of these days, I want to see it. I want to touch it. Would you like that, Dave? Would you like to see that big cock of yours sliding between my lips?” she asked, her voice almost a purr.

“Oh god, Carla. What are you doing to me? I am about to cum just listening to you. I want to see you, to touch you. I wish we had some time alone.”

“I wish we could. I am still a virgin, Dave. I can’t let you put that massive cock in my tiny little pussy, but we can do other things. Not tonight though, but soon, I hope.”

“You just tell me when and where, baby. I have never wanted anything so much in my entire life!”

We were eventually interrupted, probably a good thing since I was willing to do it right there in the stairwell, and we spent the rest of the night strolling through the gallery, hand in hand.

That night in the shower, I jacked off three times and still couldn’t get my hard-on to go away. I was in a bad way.

Carla and I ‘dated’ several times over the next month and, other than some similar make out sessions with some over-the-clothes petting, we were never in a place where we could go further. She assured me that the time would come, and I was afraid I would wear my cock out stroking it every night before it would finally happen.

Towards the middle of summer though, something changed. Carla seemed to be busy a lot more, wasn’t returning my calls and we never seemed to be able to get together. I will admit that I was crushed, sure that I had done something to put her off.

I was certain that my lack of social skills was the problem, and that I just wasn’t cut out for her world. It seemed like this had all been a pipe dream and that reality was simply telling me to give it up.

I began to run more, adding a mid day run to my normal morning and evening runs. The clothes I had bought all felt looser, as if I had lost weight, but I didn’t care. Becky seemed more distant too, as if she wasn’t as comfortable around me, and that seemed to confirm that I had reached too high.

It all came to a head at the end of July, when I bumped into Becky one morning as I headed out for my run. She was just coming home at five-thirty in the morning, and I guess I had a bit of an attitude. I had dreamed of Carla again, like I often did, but in my dream, she was pointing at me and laughing, as if taunting me for thinking I could be with her.

Becky pulled up and got out of her car, seeming to be shocked to see me out in the yard, stretching.

“Morning Dave.” she muttered, not meeting my eyes.

“Long night?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but from the look in her eyes, I might as well have slapped her.

Becky burst into tears and ran into the house, leaving her car door wide open behind her. Confused, I closed the door and followed her, finding her the door to her bedroom closed, I knocked.

“Becky, are you okay?” I asked, concerned for her. I don’t know if I had ever seen her cry before.

“I’m fine, leave me alone.” she called out, not opening the door.

Now I was pissed. I was just trying to be a good brother and she was blowing me off. For all of her act in June, her claims to want to be a friend and a good sister, this is how it had ended up. She was avoiding me, not talking to me and now, when I try to help, she blows me off.

Fuck her.

I went back outside, slamming the door behind me. I felt a moment of concern, afraid I had woken my parents, but really, I was too angry to really care.

I set off on my run, pushing myself hard, and made great time to my turn around spot at the park. I would have to wait a while before the sun came up, and that seemed to make me even madder, like it was just another thing that could go wrong in my fucked-up life.

I sat down with my back to a tree, waiting and seething. Suddenly, I was crying, tears streaming down my face and my body wracked with sobs. I wasn’t sure if I was sad for me, for Becky, for the love I thought I had found with Carla. Maybe it was all of it. Maybe it was for the world I caught a glimpse of, early in the summer, the world that wanted nothing to do with a loser like me. I was better off before I opened that box and saw what I couldn’t have.