Chapter 28

"If I'm in Virginia, does that make me a virgin?"
-P. Hilton

Lori was still confused for several seconds after Traci had left the master bedroom. When she had recovered her wits, she asked, "Chad, what is going on?"

I took Lori's hand in mine and guided her to the edge of the bed. When we were both sitting down on it, I explained. "Your sister's warped brain came up with the idea that a night alone with me would be the 'perfect gift'. I spent nearly an hour trying to convince her otherwise, but you know how your sister can get when she sets her mind to something."

Lori dumbly nodded, so I continued. "Finally, I relented and decided to leave the ball in your court. If you want to leave, I perfectly understand."

"What would Master want?" Lori asked with a half-smile.

I vehemently shook my head. "Tonight is your birthday, not Slave's. You need to understand something. I told myself that I would proceed slowly with you and Slave, sexually. Traci tipped my hand slightly by 'forcing' tonight upon us, but in a way, she was right. I should ultimately let you set the pace when it comes to Lori, and just worry about Slave."

Lori smiled fully that time and said, "So in a way, I'm your master tonight. If I told you to kiss me..."

Lori's voice trailed off as I leaned into her. She closed her eyes, and I softly pressed my lips upon hers, applied gentle pressure, and allowed our lips to linger briefly before pulling away. "Then I would kiss you," I said, completing her sentence.

Lori's eyes fluttered open, and we stared at one another. Lori's breathing had accelerated slightly and a slight flush had started to develop. Cautiously, I stated, "There is something you need to know before we proceed further. I might have told you this before, and I'll be repeating essentially the same thing that I told your mother, but I love Traci with all my heart. I don't know if I am capable of loving more than one person at a time, but if I could, I could foresee myself falling in love with you and Marge. Even then, I am sure that Traci would still fill larger role in my heart. I also view intercourse in three categories: fucking, sex, and making love. Fucking is just that, pure sexual gratification without any emotions attached; something that Slave will experience often. Making love is... well, waxing poetic, 'two souls become one'. Most of the time, when I am with Traci, we make love; we pour our hearts and souls into one another. Sex falls between the two; it is less than making love, but more than just fucking."

I had now added a fourth category -- rape -- but I did not voice that. The only person that I would ever consider raping would be Vincent Delamater, and that would be with a hot fire poker. Even then, I doubt he would notice it much, since I would have castrated him with a rusty knife before then. However, thoughts of doing vile things to Lori's rapist were ones that had no right to be present that evening, so I pushed them aside and said, "Depending how far we go tonight, I can foresee us having sex, verging on making love, but your sister possesses my heart, soul, and now, letterman's jacket."

Lori chuckled, and I was glad to see that my joke helped lighten the atmosphere. Lori closed her eyes again and leaned towards me. I quickly picked up the signal and kissed her again. This time, I pressed my lips to her bottom lip and gently sucked upon it before moving up and kissing her. Our kisses were slow and sweet, and after about a half a minute, I felt her tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. I eagerly accepted it, and soon our tongues were in a duel between our mouths. When we broke the kiss, Lori's flush had increased and her breathing had become more erratic.

I reached up and brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. I then wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a warm embrace. We held each other for a minute before I asked, "So, am I a better kisser than Erin?"

Lori giggled, answering, "I don't kiss and tell."

I pulled back slightly and turned my head. I began to nibble on Lori's earlobe, which drew an appreciative moan from her. I then drew my tongue and lips along her jawbone, her skin salty from perspiration. After I reached her chin, I kissed her on the nose before moving to her exposed shoulder. Since the basketball game had been an indoor affair, the cheerleaders had worn their sleeveless tops. When I started to guide my mouth to her armpit, Lori recoiled in shock.

"Chad, don't! I stink. I haven't showered all day."

I gave her a reassuring smile and replied, "You smell fine."

"Please," she replied with a pleading look.

I knew no amount of persuasion could convince Lori otherwise, so I stood up and then pulled her to her feet. I took her hand and started towards the master bathroom. Confused again, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to wash you," I explained as we entered the bathroom.

Lori pointed out, "I can wash myself."

"It's more fun this way. Now, you want to take a shower, bath, or both?"

Lori thought for a moment before replying, "Shower."

I moved around Lori and unzipped her top. After helping her remove her top, I ran my fingertips along her exposed back. She shuddered slightly and began to remove her sports bra. Because of the cut of her cheerleading outfit, I had decided that it was one of the few times that she was allowed to wear a bra. While she was removing that, I unzipped her pleated cheerleading skirt and allowed it to fall to the ground. When she reached down to remove her briefs and underwear, I stepped back and removed my tee shirt and sweatpants.

When Lori turned around, a gasp escaped from her lips. It was the first time that she had seen me fully naked. Since she had attended my water polo games, she had seen me wearing my Speedos often, and while that night I had dropped my pants in front of everybody might have been a distant memory, the replica of my cock should have made her accustomed to my real one. Still, it seemed that any sexual flush that she possessed turned to one of embarrassment as she gazed at me.

"It looks so much bigger," Lori said after what seemed like an eternity.

While I was nowhere near being fully erect, blood had began to relocate to the lower portion of my anatomy. When I made my cock jump, Lori let out a little squeal.

Smiling, I reassured her, "Trust me; it is no larger than Slave's toy."

Lori gave me a dubious look.

Meanwhile, I went over and began to run the water. Since the fuel cell constantly provided hot water, it was just a matter of getting the right temperature before switching the knob to shower. After I got in, I held my hand out to Lori. She hesitated for a moment before taking my hand and joining me under the warm water. After a minute of letting the water pour over her body, I grabbed the bar of soap and began to wash her right arm. When I reached her armpit and felt the stubble of the hair that was growing in, I asked, "Have you had any trouble with this at school?"

Lori was facing away from me as she shook her head negatively. "No -- well, a couple of girls on the squad asked me if I was going for the 'French look', but they didn't really tease me or anything, otherwise."

I started to nod, but realized that she was unable to see my head movement as she was. As I lathered the soap under her armpit, I asked, "What about in how it feels, in general? Are you getting used to it?"

"Yeah, I am. It itched a little at first as it started to grow in, but I am acquiescing to it."

I chuckled and said, "You sure do like using words you learned for the SATs."

Lori nodded as I began to run the soap along her side. When I reached her right hip, I brought the soap to her back and began to scrub it. When I was finished with it, I proceeded to wash her left arm in reverse order from how I had washed her right. I then reached around and began to wash her torso. While I tried to remain clinical, I noticed that my hands seemed to linger when it came to cleaning her breasts. Lori picked up on that and leaned back slightly until she felt my cock brush up against her buttocks. I felt her tense up, so I pulled my groin back so that the protruding member would not make further contact with her. When my hand began to roam below her navel, she reached down and placed her hand over mine.

"I can take care of the rest," she told me.

Passing the bar of soap to her, I asked, "Which shampoo do you want?"

Lori looked at the shower shelf and let out a giggle. There were eight different bottles of shampoo and five conditioners lined along the shelf. My combination shampoo/conditioner seemed out of place among the fancy labels. While Traci had somewhat kept her promise of limiting her 'girly' stuff in the bedroom, the bathroom had been an entirely different matter.

"I've always been fond of Herbal Essences," Lori said.

I let out a snort. "That helps! There are four different ones."

"Kiwi," she replied as she leaned forward to wash her legs.

Lori had longer hair than her sister did, so I squirted a larger amount of shampoo into my hand. When she straightened back up, I began to massage the shampoo into her hair. After working up a good lather, I instructed her to turn around and rinse it out.

While Lori had her head back under the flowing water, she had eyes closed. Quietly, I lowered my head and gave her left nipple a kiss. She flinched at the unexpected contact, but when she did not pull away, I opened my lips and drew her nipple into my mouth. I began to run my tongue across the tip of it as I began to suck softly.

"Mmmmm. Now I see why Traci is always so clean," Lori observed.

By the time I had moved to her right breast, Lori had finished rinsing her hair and was looking down at me. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I applied equal treatment to her right nipple. When I pulled away from her breast, I asked, "Which conditioner?"

"Kurwa Mać, I'm not stinky anymore."

Grinning, I reached around Lori and shut off the shower. Not only had she used a phrase that she had heard me use, but for the most part, she had used it correctly. Though, I doubted she knew it meant 'fuck it' or that it was Polish.

When I began to towel her off, she took the towel from me and began to dry herself off at a faster pace. I grabbed another towel and wiped off the excess water that accumulated on me. When we finished, I took her hand, but this time she was the one to lead me back into the bedroom.

Reaching the bed, I pulled Lori into me, and we shared a passionate French kiss. I felt Lori pull back slightly when she felt my hardening member brush up against her, but soon she relaxed and began to press her body against my cock. Our hands ran along one another's backs, and after about a minute, we broke the kiss.

"Wow, it is so much warmer than the other one," Lori commented. She had reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around my mostly-erect cock. I did not mind the comparison between Slave's phallic replica and the genuine article. Lori was looking down at what her hand was holding, so I kissed the top of her head.

Lori ran her hand along my cock a couple of times before sinking to her knees. I do not know if it was habitual, but she assumed first position with her knees spread. I stood still and allowed her to get a closer look at her handiwork. Her digital manipulations soon brought me to full mast; a drop of precum had started to ooze from the head. Lori stuck out her tongue and hesitantly licked the tip. She then wrapped her warm lips around the head of the cock.

I marveled at the feeling of Lori's mouth on my cock. She ran her tongue along my glans as she applied gentle suction. She then began to slowly bob her head on my penis while her right hand began to stroke along the base. I then felt her left hand softly cup my testicles; she began to gently fondle them, all the while working her mouth further along my shaft.

It appeared that Slave's training had paid off, as Lori proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs in my life. She practically worshipped my cock as she varied both speed and technique. Occasionally, she would remove her mouth from around my manhood to run her tongue along its length. She licked my balls a couple of times before sucking them into her mouth, making sure not to apply too much pressure with her suction. A few times, I felt myself come close to spilling my seed, but reviewing quadratic equations helped stave off the inevitable. I think Lori also sensed when I was reaching my limit and would back off on what she was doing.

As powerful as math was, I knew that if I did not take matters into my own hands, I would end up coming in Lori's mouth. I reached down and pushed gently on her shoulders. When she stopped her oral ministrations and looked up, I gave her a smile and said, "My turn."

Lori looked confused at first as I helped her to her feet. I then sat her down on the bed and leaned forward, giving her a kiss on the lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before I pushed her back onto the bed. Positioning myself over her, we shared a longer, more passionate kiss. I then began trailing kisses down her body until I reached her breasts. I ran my tongue around her puffy, erect right nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I mimicked her blowjob technique, although on a much smaller scale: applying different amounts of suction, using my tongue to swipe across the tip, moving my mouth away from the nipple to lick around her areola before returning. One thing that I did that she had not done (much to my relief) was to bite softly. As focused as I was to my task, I kept my ears open and listened to how she responded. Her moans of pleasure told me that she found it most enjoyable, so I repeated the same process on her left breast.

After I had spent the same amount of time on her left breast (balance after all), I then continued my descent down her body. After I had reached her navel, I shifted off the bed and sank to my knees between her legs. She had her legs open, and even in the candlelight, I could see that she was dripping wet. Again, I copied her and gave her a tentative lick before attacking her sweet valley.

It seemed that I had worked Lori up pretty good, because it only took a couple of swipes of my tongue against her clitoris to send her into spasms. I continued my assault, with my tongue drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. When Lori finally came down, I relented slightly but continued to eat her out. I was tracing my tongue along the outer edge of her labia majora when I noticed Lori's right hand had reached down and begun to rub her fingers just above the hood of her clit.

Lori let out a gasp of surprise when my tongue left her pussy and continued south. I licked along her perineum, the area between the vagina and anus. Her gasp soon became moans when I applied pressure with my lips. I then proceeded to her rosebud and began to tease it with my tongue. Her moans grew louder so I spent a minute teasing and probing her sphincter with my tongue before returning to her pussy.

Since Lori's fingers were taking care of her clit, I dove into the mouth of her pussy. Stiffening my tongue, I began to plunge it in and out of her opening. I then removed my head and lubricated a couple of fingers of my right hand with my saliva before replacing them where my tongue had been.

I had assumed Lori's cheerleading had made her slightly looser than her sister. Still, she was rather tight, and I began to doubt my wisdom of using two fingers. She seemed to loosen up slightly as I slowly began to finger-fuck her. As she began to approach her orgasm, I stopped with my fingers still inside her and began to curl them up, massaging the upper wall of her vagina. I began to lightly rub my fingers along her urethral glands. When my fingers made contact with a certain point, a jolt shot through Lori. Her hand froze and her eyes flew open. She lifted her head to look down at me.

She asked, "What was that?"

I grinned, replying, "It looks like we found your G-spot."

She lowered her head and began her rubbing again. Now that I had located the spot that I had been searching for, I kept my fingers pressed upon it and renewed my gentle stroking. The interruption had stalled Lori's impending orgasm, so I thought I would try something else. I brought the middle finger of my left hand up to my mouth and made sure it was nice and wet before lowering it to her asshole. The fingers on her clit paused when she felt me make contact with her nether orifice, but they resumed their rubbing. I was soon rubbing her sphincter in a small circle with my middle finger while my other hand was busy stroking her G-spot. As Lori once again started to reach the summit of her orgasm, I began to apply more pressure with both hands, the two fingers on my right hand rubbing her G-spot more firmly.

Lori's breathing grew faster and more labored, her moans gradually increasing in volume. I felt the walls of her pussy spasm around my fingers, and that is when I pressed my finger into her anal passage. The combination of the stimulation of her clit, G-spot, and asshole was too much, and she let out a wail as the orgasm passed through her body. Unlike her first orgasm, she actually squirted fluid from her urethra into the palm of my hand. Lori's whole body shook as wave after wave passed through her body. When she moved her hand away from her clit, I moved my head forward and began to lap at it with my tongue. That stimulation, along with my fingers, seemed to draw out her orgasm for three-fourths of a minute. When she moaned, "No more," I withdrew my fingers and began to lap up her juices, careful to avoid her sensitive clit. After I had collected a majority of her sweet secretions, I climbed up onto the bed and laid next to her, my head propped up by my left elbow.

Lori looked so peaceful as she lay there with her eyes closed, trying to get control of her breathing. I reached out with my right hand and gently stroked her left cheek. When she opened her eyes, she turned her head and gave me a weak smile. I leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. "You're so beautiful," I told her.

"What's wrong?" Lori asked, the smile fading from her face and turning to one of concern. I guessed I had been unsuccessful in hiding my own emotions, and it was my turn to give her a weak smile.

"I'm sorry. I was just thinking about how much I wish I could tell you that 'I love you', but we both know those words would not hold much weight. Your sister possess my love and I truly wish I was able to share it with those I care about equally, but in the end, she still comes first. I care about you deeply; your happiness and well-being are things that I constantly think about. I just wish there was a word to express it properly was all."

Tears had begun to well up in Lori's eyes, the sincerity of my words affecting her. She sniffed and brought up a hand to wipe them away. After a moment, she smiled and asked, "So, if love was a scale, with Traci being a ten, where would I be?"

"Nine," I replied without hesitation, "same as Marge."

"And your love for anime?"

I gave that question some thought before answering. "Nine point five."