Chapter 1

Trudy Sullivan turned on the shower, and while it was warming up, she turned to look at her image in the mirror. Staring back at her was a naturally auburn-haired girl with hair tied in back with a scrunchy, green eyes, and pretty features. Freckles peppered her face, just a few scattered across her nose and cheeks but by the time they reached her shoulders they were so thick that they formed a solid mass that ended just above her nipples. Trudy cupped her smallish pear-shaped breasts in her hands and sighed, wondering if her breasts would ever grow, they were more nipple than anything else, but they were certainly sensitive to the touch and when pinched brought a burst of sexual pleasure that went straight to her horny, thickly haired hole that she was about to finger for the third time that day.

Trudy’s left hand slid down her body until it reached her pussy and she sighed with pleasure as her fingers teased her pussy lips. “No,” Trudy gasped, pulling her hand away from her inflamed clit. “Shower first!”

With another nervous look around the small bathroom, Trudy stepped into the hot shower and adjusted the streaming water so it hit her horny cunt. “Yes,” she moaned as the pleasure spread from her juicy cunt and with the sound of the shower drowning out her moans she reached down to spread her pussy lips so the main stream hit her clit and flooded her cunt right up to her unbroken cherry.

“Oh God, I need this,” she panted heavily as her pleasure mounted; her legs began to tremble and her stomach clinched over and over again while her freckled shoulders began to quiver as her orgasm approached. Trudy took her right hand away from her cunt and reached up to pinch her erect nipples at the same time she stroked her distended clit; throwing herself over the edge with such force that her legs gave out as the orgasm spread from her cunt through her belly to her breasts and back again.

“Oh Gawd, Oh Gawd, Oh Gawd!” the young virgin gasped as her back hit the wall of the shower stall and she slid down to the floor of the tub.

Oh, yes, fourteen, is an age when one’s body is desperate for sex, ready for sex, and explosive with desire. Trudy was fourteen and a half and brimming with all of them.

Gary Jordan Sullivan was sixteen and a half and Trudy’s older brother. He was only a month away from being a virgin thanks to Daphne Xu, a very horny seventeen year-old Chinese pom-pom girl at Nevis High School in Reno, Nevada. His problem was that Daphne had emphatically told him he was expected to go down on her on their date that night and he had little idea of how to do it right.

He was desperate and saw opportunity with his parents out and his sister home, but had no plan to take advantage of it. Being a practical, albeit stupid male at times, he acted impulsively simply because their parents weren’t home and considered that opportunity enough.

His sister, Trudy was at the bathroom sink in a short summer robe, having just finished her shower. Her dark still-damp curls, held

back from her face by a barrette, tumbled down her back almost to her slender waist. She leaned slightly over the sink, looking into the mirror as she prepared to brush her teeth, her legs about shoulder width apart.

Gary slipped stealthily into the bathroom and sat himself down between her feet with his back low against the sink cabinet. He pushed his shoulders back and out between her legs, bowing them out as he raised his head between them and under the hem of her robe and paused to gaze momentarily at her pussy.

It never occurred to Trudy that her brother might try anything like what he was doing and so she didn’t notice him at first. Then Gary heard an annoyed grumble of protest at his crude jostling, while he took in his sister’s full nether lips, and the triangle of dark curly hair that framed them exquisitely.

Trudy let out a shrill squeak of surprise and alarm when Gary kissed her on what up to that moment had been her secret place. Instinctively she jerked backward, but he was already bringing his hands up to cup her ass, and renewed the kiss by running his tongue up and down her outer labia. He’s doin’ me! Was her first thought; and when she remained more or less in place, her brother began kneading her ass cheeks to maneuver her back to his tongue, then gently, shallowly, divided those same outer lips with an even defter tongue probe.

He heard her grunt, then sigh—whether from annoyance, resignation, or pleasure he never inquired—for Trudy resumed brushing her teeth, thinking—let’s see where this horn dog goes.

Gary was stunned at her lack of protest. But within a second or two, he felt her knees bow out more, opening to him and allowing easier access to her moistened sex. Trudy was still brushing her teeth, but more erratically now.

Mmmmm, go brother ... go!

Her sweet juices now matched the wetness of his own saliva and even as buried as he was between her thighs, he began to hear small noises escape his sister as she in turn began a slow grind against his mouth, seeking to draw his delving tongue deeper inside.

All Gary knew about eating pussy was that he had to conquer the fishy smell emanating from the girl’s cunt. But his sister’s pussy smelled just fine; in fact he was certain if anything, she smelled like strawberries down there which he attributed to the shower she’d just taken. Racking his brain Gary tried to recall if Daphne had smelled down there, but couldn’t remember anything out of the ordinary.

Sometimes the guys were just full of shit, he thought as he brought his tongue to bear on his sister’s outer folds. Now he could actually taste her and found her juices had a sweetish flavor and thought it had to be from the shower, but then reconsidered, thinking: It’s her I taste, not the shower soap or shampoo. Not bad ... not bad at all.

Trudy couldn’t help herself and let out the first sighs of the pleasure she felt from her brother’s hot mouth. Holy fuck! He’s between my legs and ... he’s eating me! Who’d have thought... ?

It never occurred to her to stop him, or that they were committing an incestuous act. Instead she moaned and pressed her cunny against his mouth and when his tongue slipped inside her ground her hips back at him, shoving her cunt into his face.

“Naugh!” Gary cried out as his nose ventured slightly into her anus.

Trudy whirled around and leaned back onto the sink, using her elbows for support and instinct to recapture his mouth on her cunny. His momentary panic abated, Gary renewed his cunt probing and licked Trudy’s outer region thoroughly, thinking he was doing a first class job because of the satisfied moans she was making.

He found her clitoris by accident, swishing across it with his tongue. That caused Trudy jerk back and then grab the top of his head and hold it firmly in place while she hissed, “THERE! YES RIGHT THERE! SUCK IT!”

She had never, ever felt this good before!

Her words sent Gary’s confidence soaring and he experimented by pushing his index finger between her outer folds and into the satiny warmth of her cunt. Of course he kept licking and sucking on her little nubbin, not knowing or caring that he’d found her clit; and Trudy moaned louder and fuller in return, all pretense of not being aware of what he was doing gone.

Trudy drew her robe up to her waist in order to entwine her fingers in Gary’s thick hair and steer his mouth to just the right spots. Her juices began running down her thighs and Gary’s chin as he consumed her. He switched hands, bringing the left around to her pussy and sending two fingers into her this time. They went in with little to no resistance. The fingers on his right hand--well coated with her juices, moved back to her ass, slipping between her cheeks to tease her anal entrance.

His sister only sighed contentedly and made no protest. Then having mastered the exact location of her emerging clit and slathering it with his saliva dripping tongue, he sent one, then two fingers into her tight, resistant nether passage. Trudy cried out and he felt her entire body clench up. Her thighs clamped his head, her hands pulled at his hair, yet her cunt and ass squeezed his fingers rhythmically. Being only sixteen years old himself, Gary acted accordingly and bit very lightly on her clit then almost immediately sucked hard. Trudy screamed and climaxed, flooding his face with her juices in the process.

Gary panicked, thinking he’d damaged his sister’s cunt somehow, and ran from the bathroom to hide in his bedroom for an hour or so until he heard the front door slam and saw Trudy walking away from the house.

She looked normal, he told himself, I guess she’s not hurt that bad and she liked it. Yeah, she definitely liked it. His self-confidence recharged, Gary jerked off for the second time since his sister had cum against his mouth.

Daphne will be surprised when I go down on her; he thought and realized that he was no longer terrified that she’d tell their Mother what he’d done.

“I’m going to fuck her,” he said aloud then wondered if anyone might have heard although well aware no one else was in the house.

Trudy sat on her bed staring dully at the wall. He raped me! My brother raped me. How could he do a thing like that? But—but I let him. I didn’t fight him off. I didn’t even try. It’s not that he was some guy jumped out of the bushes and did it; it was my fuckin’ brother! And—and I let him because it felt good. No ... it felt terrific! He gave me the best cum ever. But he didn’t try to stick it in me. What’s with that? He went down on me. Okay, it was good, but it was fuckin’ weird. Should I tell Mom and Dad? Mom might understand. Dad would flat out kill Gary. I don’t want that. Maybe I can get back at him my own way. I can discuss it with Rachel. She always has good ideas.

Trudy sat there for another five full minutes before getting up and dressing, then she left the house and headed over to Rachel’s.

A block away from the house, Trudy called Rachel. “Are you at home?” Trudy inquired.

Rachel lay back on the couch. Her hair was wet. Her pussy was still pleasantly buzzed with the heat of her own recent orgasm. “I was in the shower when you called.”

“Oh? Diddling away while thinking about Nicky Urfe?”

“Mmmm, maybe,” she answered teasingly. Rachel laughed delightedly. “Oh gawd no! Not that I wouldn’t. I’ve heard he’s really hung. And—and those sleepy looking eyes ... sometimes I just cream in my pants thinking about them.”

Trudy was about to tell Rachel about what her brother had done to her, but decided not to at the last second. “Have you actually had a conversation with him?” Trudy asked.

Sounding more forlorn than anything else, Rachel sighed and said, “Well Lord knows I’ve tried too. He’s kinda stuck in silent mode, you now? How ‘bout you and Miles? (Note: Naismith is their English teacher – Trudy has a slight crush on him.) Aren’t you the future Mrs. Miles Naismith?”

“Oh, you talkin’ ‘bout my lover now?”

They both laughed.

“Where are you anyway?”

“Almost to your front door,” Trudy answered.

“Jesus! I better put some clothes on!” Rachel said, still laughing, but getting off the couch and hugging the robe she wore tighter around her while reaching for the dampened towel and ending their call to dry her hair a little more. Moments later the cute fourteen year-old opened the front door to let Trudy in. “He was nominated for an award.”

“Who was?”

“My so called lover.”

“Really, what for?”

“Apparently he wrote an article that appeared in The Atlantic.”

“Never heard of it.”

“That’s because you’re an ignorant slut whose mind never leaves the gutter. I’ve told you that a number of times if I recollect correctly.”

They both laughed at that, for it was almost true. Trudy had gotten on her friend’s case for failing to read assigned

material, preferring to copy from other students or use the library periodicals for their summaries of book for her own book reports. She never read anything but trashy magazines. But she was quite intelligent, with an IQ of 128.

“I can tell you that your Mr. Naismith dresses to the right. Did you know that?”

“Every one of them dresses to the right, as you so succinctly put it,” Trudy laughed.

“No—no, I beg to differ, your own brother dresses to the left. I would have thought you’d noticed that by now. How big is he anyway?”

Trudy was stunned. Rachel was checking out her brother? Why would she think I know his size? Unless... “You—you’ve spied on your brother!”

“I have not!” Rachel replied. A second later she reconsidered and blurted: “We had an encounter or two in the bathroom; and in the hall, and my bedroom or such. I even caught him masturbating once. And NO, he didn’t see me!”

“No reprisals?”

Rachel’s jaw dropped in surprise. “How did you... ? Yes, well it was reciprocal in that after I saw him ... actually I walked into his bedroom and he was ... well, he let me watch him and I had to let him watch me later that same night when our parents were sleeping.”

“Holy shit!” Trudy gasped. “That’s a little more info than I asked for!”

Rachel ran a hand through her blonde hair; it was dry enough to satisfy her. “Yeah, well it was only that one time. So we kinda played Doctor, you know? It wasn’t incest, right?”

“Right,” Trudy quickly responded.

“So, ya get your period this month?”

“No, not yet, but any day now,” Trudy replied.

“They’re exhausting,” Rachel opined. “Don’t worry, give it a week.”

“Why would I worry? I’m a fuckin’ virgin!” Trudy laughed, but thought, for how much longer? If Gary keeps after me I’m a goner.

Rachel changed tack, saying: “Speaking of sex, I found this book in my father’s workshop.”

“Did you burn your hand?”

“How did you know it was porn?”

I didn’t, I meant your picking up a book is so far from your normal...”

“It’s by Henry Miller.”

“Oh, Tropic of Cancer?”

No, Sexus.”

“I haven’t heard of it.”

“It’s red hot. I can’t believe the library had it on the shelf.”

“The library?”

“Yeah, it’s a library book. Can you believe it?”

“Tell me about the good parts!” Trudy giggled, squirming because she wanted to touch herself, but wouldn’t with Rachel watching.

“Um, okay ... there’s this guy meets a girl and they’re on the subway, or Tube I think it was called. Anyway they get off at this station in Jersey City, and he takes her in some very graphic sex right there on the platform. No, wait, he took her a little way from the actual platform, like a nook or something and did her until she came like crazy. I gotta say I came from reading it. I didn’t have to touch myself.”

These admissions were remarkable, in that neither girl had ever truly admitted masturbating to the other before. They both did it, and they both knew the other did it, but this was an admission of the fact and opened new doors between them.

“You, err, got a cigarette?”

Trudy shook her head, “No, I finished the last one yesterday. I thought you had a couple left.”

“I gave two to Willie and smoked the last with him on the porch last night.”

“That sucks,” Trudy said, wondering again if she should mention her brother.

“I also found my dad’s stash of porno magazines!”

“You didn’t!” Trudy almost shouted, but managed to catch herself in time.

“Yes, I did, and they are ... hot!”

Now, Rachel was tall and slender, with long, thin, straight blonde hair that hung down almost to her waist, and she almost

always had a pleasant, though shy, smile for everyone. She looked like she might get heavier as she got older, but right now she was beautifully proportioned as only young girls can be. While her legs and ass were considered her best feature, Trudy couldn’t help being envious of her breasts because she was two cup sizes bigger than her.

With both parents at work, the girls curled up on Rachel’s bed and were poring through several editions of Hustler and Penthouse, when Trudy came upon a pair of young women in a Hustler Magazine, who were masturbating with their hands down the front of their cut-off shorts.

“Oh-muh-god!” Trudy exclaimed. Look at this!”

“Jeeze!” Rachel said, enthralled by the sight of the two women jilling off in the company of the other. “I thought...” she said and stopped.

“What?” Trudy asked.

“Nothing,” Rachel replied.

“C’mon, it must be something.”

“Well ... it’s just that...”

“What? What is it?”

“I thought that ... what they’re doing was private. You know, I mean, they’re doing it together.”

“It takes two to fuck,” Trudy said.

“Yeah ... but two women...” Rachel left the words hanging.

“Lesbos,” Trudy said with a smirk.

“We could try it ... you think?” Rachel said, timidly.

“Here?” Trudy gasped.

“Can you think of a better place?”

“No ... but what if somebody comes home?”

“My mother’s due at five, or so. My dad’s ... probably eight, or eight-thirty. That gives us about two hours.”

“Um ... should be enough time to get off I guess.”

“Should be,” Rachel said. “We can ditch the magazines under my bed if we have to. The room’s a mess anyway. I can replace them later, when the coast is clear.”

They swept most of the mixed array of clothing and personal junk strewn about the bed off and onto the floor.

Rachel said, “I heard Alexis Siefert lost her cherry last week,” reopening their conversation.

“No!”

“She liked it! She said it was a piece of cake,” Rachel said and followed with a giggle.

“Who was the guy?”

“Nick Scipio. They were making out ... I think he was fingering her. Anyway, she told me that she bent over, and he surprised her, and shoved it in.”

“Oh-muh-God!”

“She said it didn’t hurt; not hardly at all. She said they’re soooo in love.”

“Can you believe Alexis really did it?” Rachel asked, wanting to keep the subject on sex. “Oh, look at this picture,” she said, holding the page so Trudy had a good view of the same two girls, now sans their short-shorts, and fingering one another.

“I can’t believe they put pictures like that in a magazine.”

Rachel nodded, and said, “They make movies of people doing it too.”

“They do?”

“Sure. Mary Jane Gandmar’s parents have some. They call it porn ... no, it’s pornography.”

“Jeeze!”

They fell silent for a time, and contented themselves with looking at other picture layouts, until Trudy came across one of a woman using a vibrator on herself.

“Oh!”

“What?”

“I almost forgot! Celeste, you know the Celeste with the big boobs?”

Rachel nodded.

“Well, she found her mom’s thing in a dresser draw and did herself lying on her back. She told me it took a few tries before she got it in. But after a while she felt kinda comfortable and when she turned it on...”

“What happened then?”

“She nearly went through the roof. I mean, she took her own cherry, but that’s not the big deal about this ... this vibrator. It got her off big time. I mean ... I know you touch yourself, right?”

Rachel admitted as much, and Trudy continued.

“Well, me too, but Celeste said it was a hundred times better than touching herself.”

“WOW! A hundred times...”

“Yeah!”

“So ... you wanna?”

“Wanna what?” Trudy asked, already knowing what lay in store for them.

“Get outta these clothes and rub one off?”

“What? Right here in front of you?”

“Well, yeah, silly, but we’ll do it together. Um, you don’t have to take off your panties ... you can do it inside of them. You can close your eyes, you know?”

Trudy nodded but was already popping the buttons on her blouse. Rachel beat her in stripping to the waist. They paused for a moment to compare their tits. Trudy was already rubbing her pussy through her panties. She didn’t close her eyes just then, but locked her eyes on Rachel’s.

Rachel lay alongside Trudy, eyes riveted on her friend’s crotch. Two, possibly three minutes passed before there was any real change to Trudy’s actions, although her fingers did change their motion from time to time---from a straight stroke, to a circling motion, and ranging from full four finger pressure, to a single finger, or the two center ones only.

After a few minutes, during which she hardly seemed to blink, the moisture levels in Trudy’s panties increased, and they began to drag more. When the panties began hanging up between her vaginal lips as she stroked herself, her hands changed their positions.

Until then, her left hand had been doing all of the stroking while her right was curled over the edge of her knee. It never really moved or changed position, though the knuckles and fingertips had whitened a time or two as she increased the pressure on the knee.

Rachel licked her lips which had gone very dry. To her surprise she discovered that she could no longer keep her hands still, and found herself pinching her right nipple. Moments later, her panties began to trouble her as well, and she pushed at her waistband with her other hand. She too, had a dark spot at the center of her crotch

She glanced at Trudy’s crotch and saw the material there was soaked, and plastered to her skin. It revealed a perfect outline of what lay beneath since it had molded itself to her shape and was now partly translucent in the bargain.

Rachel squeezed her nipple even harder on seeing the hint of hair at the top of Trudy’s slit, and a crease in the center of the material that disappeared between her pussy lips.

Trudy moaned and then sighed as her left hand finally made it inside her panties, pulling the fold free of her crease and her fingers pushed inward to achieve more direct contact. Her eyes opened again, and she too, reached for her breast, and gave it a slight squeeze.

With a shyness that belied her outgoing personality, Rachel said, “Maybe we should take them off now.”

“Yeah, right,” Trudy said in agreement, and promptly began to peel hers off.

Rachel followed suit, and both girls were totally nude.

They examined each other, looking for some aberration in the other, and finding none; they rested their hands on their upper thighs and waited for the other to renew the masturbating.

Giggling inanely, Trudy went first, sliding her hand inward, to the apex of her crotch, and the glistening wetness of her pubic hair. A thought seemed to strike her, and she looked down at herself. Her lower lip came out in a pout, and a moan escaped her throat as she used her forefingers to gently spread the lips of her sex. It opened only slightly, revealing the long peak of her clitoral hood and the bright pink of the gash between.

In a voice that revealed its tension from the dry inflection of each word spoken, Rachel said, “Can you open it a little wider?”

Trudy’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she pressed her fingers firmer, and pulled her labia further apart, opening flowerlike, permitting Rachel a glimpse of her urethra, and her vaginal tunnel.

“Gawd!” Rachel said, obviously awed by the sight. “You’d like something in there, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmmmm, I’d like to try. I’d like to find out how it feels with the real thing instead of just the tip of a finger.”

Rachel excitedly chirped, “Well, we’ll have to settle for our fingers for the moment. Watch me.”

And Trudy paused to look as Rachel began to tease her clit while inserting another finger into her hole.

Rachel grunted as she obviously felt a very pleasant sensation ripple through her body. Trudy copied her friend’s movements and was soon grunting happily herself.

Rachel moved on. Now she had two fingers from her right hand twirling in a tight circle at the top of her pussy, titillating her clitoris, while the index finger of her left hand was jabbing relentlessly at her cunt. Her breathing was beginning to get a little deeper, and a slight flush had crept into the skin of her upper chest.

Trudy, hearing a squishy sound coming from her friend, glanced at Rachel’s pussy and saw the juices seeping out of her as they were seemingly stirred by her plunging, jabbing finger.

Once again, she emulated her best friend, teasing her clit and punching her index finger into her own very moist hole. Trudy’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open as if not believing the pleasure she felt.

Of course, Trudy masturbated regularly, averaging twice a day, but she had always done so while in a dream-like state, imagining this guy, or that guy; movie stars and fellow classmates; and most recently, Uther Pendragon, a tall, soccer player from Lithuania. But this time was different and she knew it. She was doing it in tandem with her best friend, watching Rachel whose hands were on her head meshed in her hair while Trudy stoked herself, and it was unimaginable how good it felt.

Trudy began to massage her right nipple. She realized that she was panting with excitement, and moaned happily, pressing the stiffened nubbin against her finger with her thumb, then rubbing the tip of her red lacquered nail over the trapped point. This action sent a series of superb thrills directly to her loins, and caused her to cup her other hand so that as her finger surged into her vagina, she was also slapping her palm sharply against her clit.

“What on earth are you doing?” Rachel asked, bewildered by Trudy’s slapping herself.

Trudy was lost in a wave of pleasure and made no attempt to respond, and so Rachel copied her and was soon moaning with joy as she too, shared in the titillating sensations the slapping brought.

A minute may have passed, before it occurred to Rachel to add another finger. Doing so increased the sensations and she called this to Trudy’s attention.

Trudy went one better, adding not one, but two more fingers into her sopping cunt. Twenty seconds later her eyes were bulging, and her head lolling from side to side as her vagina was spread wider than Trudy had believed possible.

Of course, Rachel followed her action, and while Rachel did not achieve quite the same sensations as Trudy, hers brought her into a blissful state that she had not encountered before from jilling off.

Soon both girls had their heads thrown back as the breath whooshed in and out of their lungs in ragged surges. Both girls’ chests were flushed a bright red, as if badly sunburned.

Trudy was squeezing her left breast, fingers sliding across the sensitive, darkened areola without coming into contact with the rigid nubbin. The very tip of the nipple itself had gone white in its rigidity and excitement. Between her legs, her thick, protruding outer lips had flushed with color in the past few minutes and the vaginal opening itself was seeping fluid and gaping, ready to accept larger things.

Both girls’ hands were moving furiously now, quick hard strokes, each one a slap against the now distended hood shrouding her clitoris. Each was using three fingers, and each inward plunge seemed to not only stretch the hole from side to side, but with the addition of the slaps to their clits, the invading fingers were pulling upwards as well. Suddenly, a groan sounded in Rachel’s throat and her head snapped to the left, her body twitched, and her right foot fell off the bed onto the floor. The fingers of her right hand slammed savagely into her pussy again and again, until suddenly, the hand froze there. Her back arched, her breathing stopped.

Everything about her seemed to be on hold, and she remained so for what to Trudy seemed the longest time. Then her right foot twitched, once, twice and a third time and she slumped in place, her back slouching against the pillows behind her.

Then Trudy intensified her own fingering and within seconds was replicating the almost violent orgasmatic tremors just undergone by Rachel. She could not believe the buzz of ecstasy rampaging through her entire being and was soon lost in the chaotic bliss of it all, collapsing alongside Rachel and laying there sizzling until the orgasm started to fade away.

“Jeez,” Trudy said, after gasping for breath.

“Yeah,” Rachel agreed, instinctively knowing exactly what her friend meant.

Trudy’s hand slowly drifted over to Rachel’s cunt and idly cupped the lips of her pussy.

Rachel reached out and gently removed her hand, and smiling a little sheepishly, said, “No, thanks, it’s a little tender right now.”

“I shouldn’t say this ... especially now, you know, this special moment, but I...” Rachel paused and cleared her throat. “Your brother is soooo hot! I’d do him in a minute and I don’t care what you think.”

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Trudy’s breath caught in her throat but she recovered swiftly and responded with: “He’s my brother; I don’t get to have an opinion.” And so she passed on telling her best friend what had happened between her and Gary earlier that day.

Rachel prattled on convinced she had to get Trudy to agree with her.

“You can’t tell me you don’t notice,” Rachel said, “You’re his sister, you’re not blind. I mean, take Willie T. You think he’s cute, right?” (Note: Rachel’s brother insists on being called Willie T. and not William or Bill. His last name differs from Rachel’s in that he’s her half brother and his last name is Tamarack, not Ross.)