Chapter 1

Smack. Smack. Smack. Her hands cut through the dark water smoothly, rhythmically, as each arm raised, reached backward in a perfect arc and then pushed the water away, propelling her forward in a picture-perfect backstroke. It was one of those punishingly hot July nights when there was no breeze, when it was almost as hot during the evening as it was during the day.

Smack. Smack. Smack. A dozen strokes and then a half somersault, a dozen strokes more and another turn. Back and forth, until she had swum 50 laps. She wanted to exhaust her body so that at last she might be able to sleep. But even as she swam lap after lap, Candace knew that sleep would be long in coming, if it came at all.

Smack. Smack. Smack. And then a collision with another body. Her rhythm and her concentration broken, her head ducked below the surface of the water. Candace choked and started coughing as the chlorinated water tricked down her windpipe.

"Candace! Jesus, are you okay?" Her brother, Warren, pulled her to the side of the unlighted pool. "I was just going to grab your ankle-I wasn't trying to drown you."

She slapped her brother's hand away impatiently, trying to catch her breath. When her breathing finally returned to normal, she remained seated on the pool step, her arms in front of her chest.

"How long were you watching me, Warren?" she asked. "I thought you took Lisa to the movies."

"The movie was over two hours ago, little sister. We went to the movie, that chick-flick that Lisa just had to see, and then we got some burgers and sat and talked for a while."

Yeah, talking. With your hands, as usual. Candace thought, giving her brother a knowing glance.

"You should see the look on your face, little sister," Warren laughed. "And to answer your first question, I've been home long enough to know that you're skinny dipping. You know you're not supposed to swim unless there's someone else around."

"Well, you're here, so I'm not doing anything wrong, am I?" Candace replied.

"And I know you won't bust me for skinny dipping since you're not wearing a suit, either!" she pointed out gleefully.

"Aren't you the little slut! You're not supposed to notice that kind of stuff!"

"Well, it's hard not to notice. Even with shrinkage, I've have to be blind not to see that cock of yours. I'll bet Lisa had a good time tonight."

"Hey, I always show Lisa a good time," Warren boasted, thrusting his chest forward.

Candace started to respond, but then hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Warren asked.

"Um, nothing," Candace replied, looking away.

"No, I know that look. Say whatever it was you were going to say. Is it about Lisa?"

"Well, yeah."

"So, what is it?"

"Well, you know that we had P.E. the same period last year, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Oh, shit, Warren, I don't want you to be mad at me for telling you this."

"Out with it, little sister. Don't make me ask you again."

"Well, toward the end of the school year, Lisa started talking to her possee about how you liked her more than she liked you. She bragged to some of her friends that she had you wrapped around her little finger and that you loved her so much that you'd do anything for her or give her whatever she wanted just to keep her happy. She said that she planned to let you keep her happy for quite some time."

"I see," Warren said quietly.

"Oh, Warren, I shouldn't have told you. I'm sorry. Maybe I misunderstood."

"No, little sister, it makes sense, actually. Miss Lisa has been making quite a little wish list. A new computer, a CD changer for her car, 18-karat gold jewelry, a DVD player... "

"You mean she just came out and asked you for all that stuff?"

"No, not quite. She's definitely dropping hints, though. And she always manages to bring up the topic of something she'd 'like to get' right around the time we'd start to fool around."

"Before or after she gives you a blow-job?" Candace asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Jesus, Candace! I can't believe you asked me that!"

"But that's when she brings it up, isn't it? On the other hand, it might be hard for you to understand her, what with her mouth full and all, so maybe she dictates her wish list while she's giving you a hand job. I'm right, aren't I?" she said triumphantly as her brother started to laugh.

"Yeah, you're right, little sister." Warren admitted.

"So, what all do you guys do when you go out? Do you fuck, or do everything else but?"

"JESUS, Candace, the way you talk sometimes," Warren muttered, aware of both his hard cock and his sister's tits bobbing in the dark water.

"Oh, come on, tell me. It's the least you can do in return for scaring me and practically drowning me."

"Well, we have oral sex almost all of the time..."

"You mean, you eat her cunt and she sucks your cock?" Candace laughed at her brother's stunned expression.

"When did you start talking like a tramp, little sister?"

"It's the way I like to think about sex. You know, dirty. I hate it when I go online and read hot stories and the writer is all politically correct and talks about 'penises' and 'vulvas.' I like it when they use hot, explicit language. It's more exciting to me that way. Come on, don't you think it's hotter, too?"

"And how did you find x-rated stories on line, little girl?" Warren asked, one eyebrow raised.

There was no reply. Warren laughed at his sister's suddenly blank expression.

"Candace, how did you find those stories? C'mon, tell me before I drag you out of this pool and spank your bare ass."

"I use your computer to go on-line, and then I check out your bookmarks," Candace admitted in a small voice.

Warren was silent for a moment, knowing that he had been stupid not to have cleared the history before he logged out. He wasn't particularly concerned about Candace reading the stories he'd been reading, he was suddenly acutely aware that one or both of their parents might have monitored his usage the same way.

"So, what do you guys do, Warren? You and Lisa. Do you both get naked? Do you ever fuck? Is she on the pill? Do you use condoms? Do you cum in her mouth? What's the craziest place you've ever done it? Do you guys have anal sex? Does she rim you?" The questions spilled from the 15-year-old in a rush.

"For Christ's sake, Candace? How can you ask so many questions in a single breath? Yeah, we've fucked a few times, and I wear a condom. Jesus, I hate those things. And now that I think about it, Lisa is always yammering, talking about what she wants me to do to her and what she wants me to get for her. I've finally recognized her game. Geez, I'm gonna have to drop her. All of a sudden I can't get the picture of her with dollar signs in her eyes out of my mind."

"Oh, shit, Warren. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you," Candace said quietly.

"That's okay, little sister. I was starting to catch on to her game, but when a guy is cumming, he blocks a lot of stuff out."

"Oooooh, tell me more about what you've done with girls, please, Warren. I won't tell anyone, I promise. And if you're going to break up with Lisa, it won't matter if you tell me, will it. You know I won't tell anyone, and it's not like you're telling your boys."

"What is it with you tonight, little girl? I've never known you to be so wound up before. And what do you do on dates, huh? You've gone out with enough guys now that you've learned a few things. Why don't you tell me what you've done, hmm."

"That's just it. I keep going out with these guys who are all about "respecting" me. The biggest thrill I've gotten so far is slow dancing. Well, that, and I've French-kissed a few different guys. But that's about it."

Noticing her brother's skeptical look, she blurted out, "Really, Warren. I keep getting asked out by these "perfect gentlemen" when what I really want is-"

"What do you want, little sister?" Warren asked quietly. "What do you really want? What do you fantasize that those so-called 'nice boys' do to you when you're alone in your bed at night. Tell me. You know you want to, don't you?"

There was a long silence as Candace looked up into her brother's dark eyes. Taking a ragged breath, she said, very quietly, "I want to be a great fuck. I don't just want to be 'good in bed, ' I want to learn everything there is to know about sex. I've always wanted to know, to watch, to do... everything." Her words came in a rush. "I can't remember not knowing where my clit was or what to do with it. Even before I started day care, I knew that if I played with my nipples, I could feel it in my cunt. I've always wanted to be held down or tied up and being made to do things I know I'm not supposed to think about."

She stood up in the pool, water cascading from her tits, her flat belly and her ass. She posed for her brother, her hands behind her back, chest thrust forward. "Look at my tits, Warren. Ever since they started developing, I've loved the looks I've gotten from men. Yes, men. Boys, too, but men look at me differently. I know they know things that the boys don't. And look at my ass, Warren. It's bigger than most girls'. Guys whistle and make remarks sometimes. I act like I'm embarrassed, but you know what? I love it. I want to feel their hands on me and I want to do all of those things I read about online and in your magazines."