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Pete: A Young Man's Story

Copyright© 2003 by Magi

Chapter 29

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 29 - A young man passing into adulthood. His adventures and his feelings.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Sister   Light Bond   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Squirting   Lactation   Water Sports   Cream Pie  

Dad and I spent most of Sunday working in the garage while Mom and Amy were helping Erin get ready for her trip with Kelly’s folks. Kris stopped by around noon. She wanted to give Erin a Christmas present before she left, and she made her promise not to open it until Christmas Eve. She said that she had to get home, because her dad and brother were leaving for Italy the next day and were planning a small pre-Christmas thing for just them. I walked her to her car and asked, “What kind of guy is your brother?”

She looked at me with a surprised expression and said, “He’s a pain in the ass, why?”

“He’s asked me to put in a word for him with a friend of mine. She’s a girl who’s very close to my family and me.”

“Hmm, that’s strange. I usually know when he’s interested in someone, but it’s mostly the other way around. She’s typically the daughter of some high roller, and she’s either trying to get out of the house or her family is trying to get her married off. My brother is a good guy, but he’s a workaholic like Dad. He’ll date them for a while, but he runs for cover when they start talking about wedding bells. I love my brother, but we fight like cats and dogs. He’s six years older than I am and he thinks that he can tell me what to do because Mom is gone and Dad is always busy, but he has a good heart and if you’re asking me if it’s okay to introduce them, I’d say yes. She must be something special for him to be this interested.”

“She is! You’ll see when you meet her.”

She was stepping into her car when she asked, “What are you up to tonight?”

“I really don’t have a plan, why?”

She surprised me by suggesting, “Why don’t you ask Amy to go out for a drive and a Coke after dinner.”

I was so surprised that I could only ask, “Why?”

Her face was sober when she said, “Because she’s a great girl and as far as I know, my only competition for you. I want you to be clear about your feelings for her. I’m going to be spending time with you for the next week or so and I don’t want you coming back later and saying, ‘Gee, I didn’t realize that I felt this way about Amy’” when I win you over.

I really didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t even sure if she was kidding, but she didn’t look like she was, so I spoke carefully. I said, “I love my family, Kris. I love and respect my mom and dad, and I see things that make me appreciate my sister, Erin, every day. You are one of the few people who know the truth about Amy and know that she hasn’t been a part of my life for very long, but she’s a very important part of it now. I never had anyone whom I could tell things to and ask the questions that I can’t talk to my mom about until she came along. I know exactly what my feelings about her are. Please don’t ask me to make a choice between the two of you. I like you a lot and we have a great time together. Please quit worrying and let that be enough.”

She looked at me for a long moment before she said, ‘enough’ has never been sufficient for me, Pete. I always want more. You have affected me more than you know, and I want all of you that there is.”

I was flattered, but a little uneasy. I said, “But you don’t really know me, Kris! How can you be so sure so soon?” Her eyes narrowed slightly, then it was as though she was addressing a different subject when she took my hands and said, “Relax, big guy, this is not ‘Fatal Attraction’. We shouldn’t be talking about things this serious at this point in our relationship. Please forgive me. I’m content to have as much of you as you are willing to give me right now. Let’s forget about more, and just concentrate on how much fun we can have in the next few weeks, then she kissed me and drove off.

A lot of things were going through my mind as I watched her leave. ‘This girl wants a full-time, committed relationship. Is this something that I really want? I’m only seventeen, and there are a lot of pretty girls out there! But Kristen is beyond pretty. She’s so beautiful that she almost stops my heart. Her statement, ‘After I win you over’, is typical of her. She’s used to getting her own way. Could I be around someone that dominant without rebelling? Or even worse, could I do it without losing my identity? Should I end this now, or should I wait to see what she is really like when I’m able to spend more time with her?’

I turned toward the house with all these thoughts bouncing around in my head. Then I remembered the night that she had been in my bed. The picture of her beautiful face and magnificent body lit up my mind. My dick immediately got hard, and the more I thought about that sight, the more my doubts faded. I smiled then I nodded to myself and made up my mind.

Tess showed up right after dinner and Amy went off with her, so Erin and I talked for a while. She said that she was getting along quite well at school, was happy to be here in Southern California, and no longer missed Phoenix. She said that Kelly had turned out to be a good friend, and she was really excited about the upcoming ski trip.

Erin has a manner about that belies her fourteen years. She’s a typical bubbly young girl one moment; she looks and acts like a young woman at other times. I made a note to myself to keep my eye on her. I could see that she is becoming a force to be reckoned with, and I reminded myself to talk to Amy about her.

With no plans, I decided to make a few phone calls. I knew that I wouldn’t likely find many people home this late, but I thought that I’d try. I called Sam first. It was eight PM here, so it was five PM there. I got an answering machine and left a simple ‘Hello’ message, then I tried Tammy. Another answering machine, another ‘Hello’ message, and a request to call me back.

I tried Alice next, and to my surprise, Molly answered. I was so taken aback when I heard her sweet voice, that I was speechless for a minute. I finally, said, “Hi, Molly, it’s Pete.” There was a gasp, and then a flood of words that were so jumbled together that I had a difficult time understanding everything. She seemed genuinely glad to hear from me and went on and on about what was happening in her life, then she stopped in mid-sentence, and said, “I really miss you, Pete.” I was truly pleased when she said it. I told her I missed her too, and I asked her if she was dating anyone.

She said, “This is amazing, Pete. Good-looking men surround me; but the only ones who ask me out are 50-year-old married guys. The rest are either gay or so career-minded that they’re not interested in anything but one-night-stands.”

“How is Alice doing?”

“Alice is incredible. She works all the time setting up interviews, planning photo shoots, and handling our finances. We’re both taking acting classes whenever we have a spare moment. That’s where she is right now.”

“What about school?”

“School’s on hold for now, but Alice says that there are some tests that we can take to get our diplomas.”

“Alice wrote that you were trying out for a TV series. What happened?”

“We actually both tested for different parts. We’re still waiting to hear. So what about you? Do you have a steady girlfriend?”

“Well, sort of. Do you remember Kristen? I think that you and she were in the same math class. She has long dark hair.”

There was a slight gasp, then Molly said, “Uhh, yes. I remember her.”

Her voice was strange sounding and I asked, “Gee, Molly, what’s the matter? Don’t you like her?”

She took a moment to answer, and her voice was kind of glum when she said, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that she’s so pretty I’m afraid that you’ll forget me.”

I was in shock! How could I possibly forget her? How could someone as beautiful as Molly be worried about another girl? Were all girls that insecure? I tried to think of some words that would calm her, but nothing came to mind, so I just mumbled something about how I would never forget her and how much I missed her.

I heard a click on the line, and she said that she had an incoming call. I promised I’d call her again in a few days, but I was almost relieved when she said she had to take the call. I don’t care how hard I try to be ‘normal’ around her, I’m still awed by her incredible beauty.

Monday

Mr. and Mrs. Rand and Kelly picked up Erin Monday morning, and everyone excitedly talked about meeting them at Big Bear. Mrs. Rand mentioned that their older daughter, Marie, would be joining them and possibly bringing a boyfriend.

I called Kristen and we excitedly talked about our trip to Cantil. I mentioned the dance at the Grange to her, and asked her if she had a nice dress. She laughed and said that she could probably scrape something together. She said to pick her up around four when I asked what time she would be ready to go. That left me some time to pick up a present for Dad. Mom stopped me on my way out, and said that Tammy was going to spend Christmas Eve with us, so I might want to get her a little something. I hugged her and thanked her for the tip-off.

My first stop was a local tool shop. They had a battery-powered drill in the window that looked perfect, so I went inside to get it, and two girls were at the counter talking to a salesman as I walked in. One of the girl’s voice sounded familiar, and I recognized her as ‘Debbie’ when she turned, the girl I first saw ‘servicing’ the three guys at the Lake, and whom I had met later at the drive-in. She said, “Hey, Pete, whatcha doing here?” when she saw me.

“I’m trying to get a Christmas present for my dad. What about you?”

“Jill here needs some tools. She needs to adjust some of her jewelry.”

The girl with her turned and looked me up and down. She was about five-eight and wasn’t bad looking, except that she looked like a circus clown. The ends of her spiked hair and were colored bright red, she was wearing a thin belly shirt that showed she had gold rings in her belly button, and she also had a ring in one eyebrow. I noticed odd lumps in her shirt where her nipples should have been as my eyes went from her belly to her face. She saw me staring and said, “See something you like?”

This girl had an attitude, and I couldn’t let her get away with it, so I nodded toward her shirt and said, “I can’t tell. What do you have, an old beer can under there?” She never even hesitated or looked to see if the salesman was watching. She just pulled her shirt up. Her breasts were actually quite nice, but a heavy gold hoop was sticking through each nipple. It caught me a little off-guard, but she had a sneer on her face when I tore my eyes away and looked up at her. I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and said “Amateur Hour,” and I walked to another part of the store.

I was only about five feet away when I heard her yell, “Asshole” at me, but I kept going till I got to the counter where the drills were kept and caught a salesman’s eye. I bought the drill and was on the way back to my car, when I saw the two of them leaning against it. The girl with the piercings had a piece of wood in one hand and was smacking the other hand with it. Debbie looked worried and seemed to be trying to get her to leave. I kept walking toward the car and watching her. I could see in her eyes that this was supposed to be an intimidation thing that wasn’t working when I got close, so I went right up to her. I was so close that our shoes were actually touching.

Coach made us weigh ourselves and measure our heights every week. It had been several weeks since the football season ended, but I was six foot three and weighed around 220 when I last checked, so even though she was tall, I was so close to her that she had to crane her neck to look up at me. Her eyes got big as saucers, and I gently took the stick from her hand and said, “Please be careful; I don’t want you to scratch my car.”

She tried to say something, but no words came out; her mouth just opened and closed a couple of times. I noticed the gold stud in her tongue. I was secretly getting a kick out of this, but I kept a stern look on my face and I turned to Debbie and said, “It’s nice seeing you, Debbie, happy holidays,” then I turned to the other girl, held my hand out and said, “Nice meeting you, Jill.”

She took my hand without thinking, and I made sure that I gave it a crushing squeeze. I laughed to myself as I left, and I wondered why an attractive girl like her would want to deface her body with all that hardware. Then a thought crossed my mind. I wondered what else was pierced!

I went to a little jewelry shop from there, and picked up an ankle bracelet for Tammy. I got to Kristen’s house a little early, and she was standing in her driveway with enough luggage for a year’s stay. She also had a huge plastic bag filled with boxes all wrapped in Christmas paper. I started to say something about the luggage, but she pointed at me and said, “Not a word. Your mom and I will decide what I need.”

I got an idea on the way home. I asked Kris, “Are you using birth control?”

“Yes, I’m on the pill. Why?”

“Well, we’re going to be spending time alone, and I’d like to not have to use a condom. Would you mind if we took some tests for STDs?”

Her eyes got big and she said, “Uhh, no, I guess not. How do we do it?” I said, “I know a place,” and drove over to the clinic that Delight used. The tests only took a few minutes and they told us that we could pick the results up tomorrow, but to be there by noon because they were closing early for Christmas. Kristen was a little quieter than normal on the way home, but whatever was bothering her seemed to be gone by the time we got to the house.

She and Amy disappeared into Amy’s bedroom after we put her things into Erin’s room, and I could hear them laughing and wrapping presents.

Tuesday

I was raised in Arizona, so Christmas was about the same as California. December twenty-fourth dawned to a bone-chilling 65 degrees and it was in the high seventies by midday. It’s always fun to watch Santa Clauses standing on corners next to Salvation Army boxes, wearing red hats, long white beards, and running shorts.

Kristen and Amy seemed to be getting along very well, and Kristen went with her when Amy said that she wanted to visit her mom,. The house looked great. The tree was loaded with presents, and I helped Dad put an extra leaf in the dining room table.

I went to the clinic and picked up our results around eleven. They were in separate envelopes. My results were negative and I sneaked a peek at Kristen’s. The peek showed that hers were negative as well. I wasn’t really surprised, but I was relieved and I grinned. Amy and Kristen had returned when I got home. Amy looked okay, but I noticed that Kristen was very attentive to her. I guessed that the visit to Amy’s mom hadn’t gone well.

The doorbell rang around four o’clock. I answered it, and a guy was standing there with the biggest flower arrangement that I’d ever seen. He stuck something out for me to sign, and he handed me an envelope after I did. It was addressed to ‘The Baker Family’. The arrangement was in a huge vase and Mom put it on the table in the living room while Dad opened the envelope. A letter from the Martin family was in it wishing everyone a happy holiday, and saying that Erin and I were in their prayers and that they were looking forward to seeing everyone after the first of the year.

Kristen asked me what it was all about and Mom dragged a couple of scrapbooks out. One had all sorts of newspaper headlines and photos of Erin, Clete, me, and the Martin’s burning car. Mom showed her the other album after Kristen oohed and aahed at it. It was the one about the Simms thing at the airport. Kristen spent a lot of time looking at it, especially at the pictures of Sam, and the descriptions the newspaper had run saying that she was my girlfriend.

The girls were busy setting up plates of goodies for the next hour or so, and Dad made a huge bowl of his ‘Special Occasion Punch’. Kate and Ben came over at five o’clock with more presents and Tammy showed up around six.

Tammy had put some on weight lately, and it had all gone to the right places. Her hair was a little shorter and looked like it had been curled. She was wearing a white, silky-looking shirt that was open to the third button and the bumps in front clearly showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. A navy blue skirt and medium heeled shoes completed the picture. She looked absolutely fabulous. She kissed everyone hello and hugged Amy. Kristen was seated and I was standing next to her. Tammy came to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She still had one arm around me when she stuck her hand out to Kristen and said, “Hi, I’m Tammy.”

I was so dazzled by Tammy that I hadn’t been watching Kristen, and she had an odd look on her face when I looked at her, but she smiled and shook hands. What happened next was strange. Dad said something to Ben, and Ben laughed at whatever it was. The laugh was loud enough that Tammy and I looked over, but Kristen didn’t. Tammy still had her arm around me, and Kristen kept looking at us. She finally stood up and looked directly at Tammy. I felt Tammy start to take her arm away when noticed Kris, but she suddenly stopped. They stood looking at each other for a second, then Tammy raised an eyebrow and started to slowly slide her arm from around me.

It was then that I realized what was happening, so I grabbed them both and pulled them to me. I put my head between them so that nobody else could hear, and I said, “Okay you two, knock it off! I love both of you, and you’re going to be friends or I will kick both of your asses.” Tammy smiled first, then reached over and touched Kristen on the arm. Kristen got a sheepish look on her face and mumbled, “I’m sorry.” I gave Tammy a quick hug; then I put my arm around Kristen and we walked over to the table. Once there, I poured the three of us some punch. I happened to glance at Kate as I handed a glass to Kristen. She had apparently seen what had happened, and she smiled and nodded her approval when she saw me look at her.

The rest of the evening went very well. Dinner was a huge success and we all went into the den when it was over, and Dad started handing out presents. The tree was piled high with them and the room was waist-deep in wrapping paper before long. Mom and Dad got me a beautiful set of saddlebags for my bike, Erin and Amy both got me CDs that I’d been wanting, and Tammy gave me a new wallet to replace the tattered one I’d been carrying. Kate and Ben got me a beautiful cashmere sweater, and they both were excited about the photo portrait. There was even a card for me from the Garmins. It wished me a happy holiday and a short, handwritten note said, “Thanks to a good friend.”

Kristen had said something to Dad about the big bag of things she had brought when we first went into the den, and Dad had left it sitting by itself by the side of the tree. Kristen stood up After everything had been passed out, and said, “I want to thank you for allowing me to be part of your Christmas. It’s been as wonderful as I knew it would be. I’ve brought some things for everyone. They might seem excessive, but I’d like to explain something. My family has interests in a number of businesses as you may know. What I’ve brought for most of you came from those places. Please accept these things, and have as much fun with them as I did gathering them for you.”

She started handing out small boxes to the girls. She even had them for Kate and Tammy. The girls’ eyes got big and there was a stunned silence as they opened them. A large, beautifully engraved envelope was in each of the boxes. Each envelope had the recipient’s name in gold script, and the words ‘Wretched Excess’ across the top. Inside was an invitation to spend a ‘Whole Day of Luxury’. I had no idea what that meant, but the girls apparently did, because they were talking with each other in hushed tones and hugging Kristen.

Kristen then handed a similar box to both Dad and Ben, and a larger box to me. Mine turned out to be a summer-weight perforated leather motorcycle jacket with full armor. Armor in a motorcycle jacket refers to pads (usually Kevlar) that are installed at the elbows, forearms, shoulders, and sometimes in the back. It protects you in the event of a crash or long slide, but the jacket can be bulky unless it is properly designed. This jacket was superb. The leather was butter-soft, and I couldn’t even feel the armor when I tried it on. Dad’s and Ben’s presents turned out to be a day at California Speedway in Fontana. It included ten laps for each of them, actually driving an Indianapolis style racing car, and lunch with a former Indy race winner.

Kristen asked me to follow her into her room where it was quiet a little later after things had calmed down, and handed me an envelope. Inside was a note addressed to me, and a smaller envelope addressed to ‘Ms. Coombs’. The note was from her brother. It asked that I please give this note to Tammy if I was comfortable after having spoken to Kristen about him. I tried to hand the note to her to read after I read it, but she said, “I know what it says.”

I said, “What do you think?”

Her face was sober when she said, “My brother can be a pain in the ass, but I love him, and I’m concerned for him.”

Surprised, I said, “Concerned about what?”

“I’m concerned, because Tammy is in love with you.”

I tried to think of a way to explain to her what Tammy and I had been through, but there was no quick way, so I did what I thought was the next best thing. I went into the den and asked Mom to join us. I handed her the envelope when we got back in the room. She glanced at the note, then she looked at me and said, “Please explain.”

I told her about the conversation I had with Tony, and what Kristen had just said. She told me to go back into the den and she closed the door behind me. Dad and Ben were excitedly talking about the racing thing, and Tammy and Kate were poking fun at them and calling them both ‘Mario’, when Mom stepped in and asked Tammy to come with her. Whatever happened in there seemed to be for the best, because Tammy and Kristen came out with their arms around each other. We all seemed to enjoy the evening even more than before after that.

Kate said she was tired around one-thirty in the morning, and she and Ben got up to leave. Tammy said that she’d better go too, so we all stood up. Kristen leaned toward me and said, “Walk Tammy to her car.”

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