Chapter 12

I woke up when Sandy tried to crawl over me to get out of bed.

"Gotta pee" she mumbled as she rolled over top of me. I grabbed a handful of her ass and kissed her. I figured she wasn't the only one with morning breath. She rolled off the edge of the bed and headed for the door. She still had the garter belt and stockings on, and the sight of her ass in that outfit brought joy to my heart.

She returned about 10 minutes later. She had removed the stockings and garter belt and now was totally naked. Damn, she looked good from the front, too. She tossed them on top of her dress and crawled back into bed. She paused while rolling over me to give me another kiss and wrinkled her nose. "You've got morning breath."

"Yeah, you did too" I answered. "But I was too polite to mention it." She was fluffing her pillow and made a half hearted attempt to throw it at me. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Angie's door was closed so I didn't bother to put anything on. I relieved myself and brushed my teeth quickly. Then I went back to the bedroom. Sandy was sitting up a bit with the covers just pulled up to her waist. I crawled back into bed with her and put an arm over her stomach. I moved my hand up over one breast and rubbed it lightly. She let out a little sigh.

"So" she said. "What did you think of last night?"

"I had a good time" I answered. "You're a great dancer."

She slapped my arm. Kind of hard, too. "No, silly. I meant here. You know? The hand job?"

"If there was a hand job category in the Olympics, you would be the gold medal winner" I assured her. "You would bring pride and glory to Canada."I dropped my head to her right breast and gave her nipple a kiss and a little suck. She moaned in pleasure. "Do you think that would be a Summer event or a Winter Olympic event?" I asked.

She ignored my question. "What about having your hands tied? Have you done that before?"

"Nope. Never did that before. It certainly added something to the experience. I would have liked to use my hands on you, but I guess not being able to do that made it a little more exciting."

"I had never done that before" she confessed. I looked at her but before I could say anything she continued. "I read about it in a book and it sounded so exciting. I never had a chance to try it before but I thought you might let me do it. I mean, you like to try all sorts of things."

The cloth she had used was still hanging over the bed frame. I sat up and grabbed it. "Give me your hands" I said.

"Oh no you don't" she said.

"What, you can try something you've never done before on me, but I can't try it on you? That's not fair."

She knew she was fighting a losing battle. "If I ask you to let me go you have to promise to do it." She crossed her hands in front of herself. She didn't really seem to be putting up much of a fight. I started to wrap the cloth around her wrists.

"So what happened to 'You don't get to cum until I say you can cum?' sugar pie?" I asked.

"Come on, be nice" she begged. "Remember we can't have sex. It's that time of the month."

"I am going to be nice" I assured her. "You can trust me as much as I trusted you. And I'll think of something that you'll enjoy." By this time I had the cloth looped around her wrists and through the headboard of the bed. She was now trussed up like I was the night before. "Maybe I'll call Jack and see if he and some of his buddies would like to come up to the room."

"You bastard!" she spat and she started to struggle.

"Relax. I'm just teasing you. I trusted you last night and you can trust me now. I won't hurt you." She calmed down a bit. I moved my hand over her face and down to her breasts. Her nipples had popped up and were as hard as nails. I leaned down and sucked on one. "Mmm" I said. "I think someone is getting a little turned on by this. Or is it the thought of having a bunch of guys see you tied up?"

Sandy threatened me with all sorts of vile and horrible things if I did that, but I still thought she was a little turned on by it. I stroked my hand over her breasts, down to her stomach, then along the top edge of her pubes. Then I moved up to her breasts again. I played back and forth for a bit and she seemed to be enjoying it. As I moved my hand down to her pubes she would arch her pelvis as though she wanted me to move my hand between her legs. A couple of times I ran my fingers through her bush and she pushed hard into my hand. I was careful not to touch her slit.

I sat up and tossed the covers off the end of the bed. She parted her legs so I could move between them. And there in the middle of her pussy was this white string. What the hell was that? I guessed that it had something to do with her period, but I wasn't very knowledgeable about what that was for. I figure there are some things a guy shouldn't know too much about.

She had said we couldn't have sex so I assumed her pussy was off limits. But I moved her hairs away from her slit so I could see what was going on. I was more interested in her clit. It was sticking out like a little penis. I licked the end of my finger and rubbed it over her clit. She arched her back again, pushing her mound at me and let out a groan.

Her breath got ragged as I rubbed her clit gently up and down. When she started to breathe a little harder, I stopped and just watched her.

"Don't stop" she begged.

"Yeah, right. You can cum when I say you can cum" I reminded her.

"Nooooo" she moaned. "Don't be a prick. Make me cum. Please." She pulled at her restraints.

"Don't worry. You're going to cum. Not right now, but eventually."

"No" she bitched again. "Don't be mean."

"Maybe I should gag you so I don't have to listen to you bitch and moan" I teased, and I swear I saw her pussy contract and jump. She didn't say no, but I didn't do it.

I went back to rubbing her clit. This time I stuck my thumb and forefinger in my mouth and got them good and wet. Then I rubbed her clit between them just like it was a tiny dick. The hair on her labia was soaking wet and the smell of her arousal filled the room. My cock had forgotten that it had been completely drained just hours ago and was now standing at attention.

I rubbed her clit until she started to pump her hips then I stopped. She growled and begged me to finish her off. "You aren't really in a position to be giving orders" I reminded her.

"Please" she begged again. "I really need to cum."

I didn't answer her but I went back to work on her clit. I held it between my thumb and forefinger and stroked it up and down again. I licked my forefinger on my left hand and stuck it between her legs looking for her ass. I found her little hole and rubbed around it. She tried to tighten her butt cheeks but I just kept rubbing around the edge of her asshole. And stroking her clit. She was breathing hard and humping my hand again.

"Oh, shit" she moaned. "I really need to be fucked."

"Yeah?" I took my cock in my hand and pushed the head onto her clit and rubbed it around. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"No, you can't" she panted.

"Maybe I should yank that string and slide my cock in there instead." I had absolutely no intention of doing any such thing, but her reaction was interesting. She started struggling with her bonds, pushing her pussy up at my cock and bitching at the same time.

"No, no, no" she cried while she humped away.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. I kept rubbing the head of my cock back and forth across her clit. I was afraid I might cum before she did.

"No" she yelled, and then she arched her back and a deep growl came from her throat. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me as she came.

I leaned forward and, cupping both breasts in my hands, kissed each nipple lightly. Then I rolled off and lay beside her.

"Holy shit" she panted. Her breathing slowed down and she turned toward me. "Would you have really pulled out my tampon?"

"Not on your life" I said.

She laughed. "I thought that was a little weird, even for you."

"For me?" I was surprised. "Who's the one that likes to be tied up and maybe even gagged while a bunch of guys come in and do who knows what to her?"

"I didn't want you to do that" she argued.

"Your mouth said no. Your pussy said yes."

"Bullshit" she bit back. "Untie me, please."

I didn't answer for a few seconds and she turned to look at me. She looked a little afraid, and I wasn't sure how far to push this game.

"Please" she begged. "I trusted you. Please untie me."

I gave her a quick kiss as I reached up to untie the cloth. I wasn't as adept at knots as she was. After struggling for a few seconds I sat on her chest to have better access to the knots and my dick fell between her breasts. She tried to lean her head forward to lick it but she couldn't reach it.

"Jeez, woman. Give it a rest. All your thrashing around tightened these knots. Be still while I get them untied." After about a minute I had them loosened and got the cloth off her wrists. I rolled off her again and she rubbed where the cloth had bound her wrists.

Then there was a knock at the door. I rolled off Sandy and she grabbed the covers to pull them up over us. "Who is it?" she called out.

"This is supposed to be my room" I hissed at her. "What if it's Aunt Marge?"

The door opened and Angie came in. She looked at us and shook her head then came in and, pushing Sandy's clothes onto the floor, sat on the chair. So there were Sandy and I, side by side in bed. The covers had slipped a bit and Sandy's boobs were showing. Angie was wearing a short, thin robe and when she crossed her legs in the chair I thought I caught a glimpse of the beaver. I decided to speak first.

"Hi there. How was your night last night, Angie?" I asked and smiled at her.

She didn't look happy. "It stunk. How was yours?" She glared back and forth between me and Sandy.

"Very nice, thank you" I smiled at her. "We had a great time at the dance. I didn't hear you come home. Did you have a good time after we left?"

"I'm not surprised you didn't hear me. You wouldn't have heard a freight train coming through the house with all the noise you two were making."

I thought for a second. "I don't believe you" I finally said. "We did not make an undo amount of noise last night. Nor this morning. You are fabricating this story for some nefarious means."

Angie looked at me like I had lost my mind. "And you're full of shit" she said.

"Did you go back to Will's?" Sandy interjected.

"No" Angie grumbled. "He claimed the place was a mess. We drove over to Skaha and parked for a while." She was silent for a bit.

"And?" I asked.

"And what?" she snapped back.

"You drove over to Skaha and parked for a while and then what happened? Did you discuss politics or the state of the economy? Your plans for the future?" I looked like I had just had a brilliant idea. "Did he propose to you? Or you to him?" I grinned at her.

"You know, sometimes you can be a real pain in the ass" Angie said.

Sandy leaned over and rested her head on my chest. "Did you let him fuck you?" she asked coyly.

"In the car?" I asked, surprised. "That would be awkward and uncomfortable. And I'm sure there's a local, provincial or Federal regulation that prohibits fucking in your car by a body of water. Pollution risk and all that. And Officer Will is a duly appointed member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, sworn to his sacred duty to protect and defend the..."

"Why don't you shut the hell up" Angie interrupted.

"I'm just warming up, honey" I told her.

"Shut up" the two girls said together.

"OK." I knew when I was beat. I shut up.

Angie spoke to Sandy. "No, we didn't screw. I didn't feel like doing it in his car. If we had gone back to his house he might have got lucky. I just gave him a hand job to keep him happy."

Sandy made that little "Aww" sound women make to indicate they sympathize with you. She was lying with her head on my right shoulder and had her right hand running through the small patch of hair on my chest. When I heard the words "hand job" my head jerked up. Sandy reached her hand up and twisted my left nipple. Damn, that hurt. But I understood that I was still to keep my mouth shut.

The two babbled on for a couple of minutes. I worked up enough courage to ask if they would like to chat without me in the room.

"Sure" Angie answered. "Get lost for a while." She didn't move. Except to cross her legs the other way, and I believe that I caught another glimpse of the beaver.

"If you would like to step out for a moment" I said, "I'll get dressed and leave you two alone."

"Oh, don't worry about me" Angie said. "I won't look. Besides, I'm a nurse. I've seen lots of teeny weenies before." She stayed glued to the chair, bouncing her foot up and down.

"So are you going to turn around or anything?" I asked.

"No" Angie said." And she sat there.

The sight of Angie's crotch and Sandy playing with my chest hair had put my cock into a semi state of hardness. Not very hard. It wasn't going to slap up against my belly or anything. But it wasn't going to point at the ground either. I thought for a few seconds. This might be the best time to get up and get out of here. So I did.

I sat up in bed and threw the covers back. I swung my legs over the side and stood up in front of Angie. If she wanted to take a look, I'd give her a look. I stretched my arms over my head. Watching her, I saw that her eyes were glued to my dick. I reached down and scratched my balls. Angie's head jerked back a little.

"Jeez" she muttered. "Why do guys always scratch their nuts?"

"Because we can, honey" I said cheerfully. "Dogs have to lick theirs. They don't have fingers, you see." I laughed at my own joke. I thought it was pretty good. I went over to the closet and grabbed a clean pair of shorts and tee shirt. I put on my jock strap then my shorts and the shirt. I could feel Angie's eyes still on me.

I went back to the bed and leaned over to Sandy and gave her a kiss. "I'll see you guys later."

"Where are you going?" Angie asked.

"I think I'll go see if Jack is up. We've been doing some weightlifting. If not, I'll probably go for a run."

"Mom and Dad are at church" Angie said. "They'll be back just before eleven o'clock. They want to change quickly and head out to the cottage for the rest of the day. See if Jack wants to take the boat there. If he does, we can go any time. If not, we'll leave for the lake about quarter past eleven."

It was just after nine now. "OK. I'll let you know what Jack says."

I left the girls to have their talk and went downstairs. When I opened the door that led to Jack's lair, I could hear sounds coming from the basement. It sounded like someone was hitting something. The lights were on so I went down to see what Jack was up to.

Over in the far corner of the dungeon, Jack was punching and kicking at a big bag like boxers use for practice. I hadn't noticed it before, but it was off in a different part of the basement than the area where his weights were.

"Good morning" I called out. "What are you up to?"

"Hey, how you doing this morning?" Jack said, and in another flurry of moves hit the bag 5 or 6 times with a combination of hands and feet. He stepped back from the bag, bounced a little on his toes, then turned to me. He was sweating in the outfit he was wearing that looked like a pair of Japanese pajamas.

"I'm good" I replied. "What are you doing? Is that judo?"

"No" Jack said as he picked up a towel and wiped off his face. "Karate. I'm testing for my black belt when I get back to Vancouver." I noticed a brown belt was tied around his outfit.

"I've heard of black belts before, but I thought that was judo."

"All the martial arts use colored belts to denote rank. And I think that the black belt is the top belt in all of them. I've been doing this since I was twelve, but I just got really serious about it about four years ago."

I was surprised Jack had been doing it for that long. I never heard him say anything about it. "Can you show me some moves?" I asked.

"Well, not if you think you're going to go back and beat the shit out of some guy you don't like. The martial arts aren't about street fighting. It's about defending yourself and discipline" Jack preached.

"I'm not really a big fighter, Jack" I said. "I just thought the moves you were doing looked kind of neat."

"Come on over here and I'll show you some basic stuff."

And for the next couple of hours he showed me how to stand, how to use my arms to fend off attacks and some kicks and punches. I was worn out when the girls called to us from the top of the stairs.

"Hey you guys. Let's get going. Mom and Dad have already left for the lake."

"Oh crap" I told Jack. "I was supposed to tell you that we could have taken the boat to the cottage when I came down."

"Doesn't matter" Jack said. "I needed this workout anyway. Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah" I answered. "It's a lot harder than it looks. Maybe I'll look into some classes when I get back."

"That would be good. The discipline alone would be good for you. It would help you with all sorts of things in life that you'll face. Why don't you go get your bathing suit on and I'll meet you guys outside."

I ran upstairs and got changed without bothering to shower. When I got back downstairs the girls were waiting impatiently outside. Jack joined us a minute later and we all piled into the truck then went and hooked up the boat.

We drove down to Skaha Lake and put the boat in the water. I went and parked the truck and trailer while Jack filled up the gas tanks, then we all piled in and took off for the cottage. It was about a fifteen minute ride to the cottage, but when we were about ten minutes out, Jack shut down the boat.

"Who wants to ski?" he asked.

Angie jumped up and got a rope out, then turned to me. "Want to go double, Squirt?" She hadn't called me that all week.

"Why not?" I said and grabbed the other rope and a pair of skis. Angie decided she would go slalom. She was a great water skier. I could slalom but couldn't come out of the water on one ski as easily as she could. In a few minutes we were floating behind the boat. Jack tightened up the lines a bit then Angie yelled "hit it!" and we were off.

I loved water skiing. Angie and I went back and forth over the wake. She scared the crap out of me when she came close to me then ducked under my rope to go over to the other side of me. After a few minutes she dropped her rope and I did the same. Jack turned the boat around and idled up to us.

"Jesus, Angie, that was a stupid thing to do" Jack scolded. "If you had fallen Don would have run right over top of you."

"Oh, quit being such an old stick in the mud" Angie said. "I knew what I was doing." The two of them grouched back and forth while we climbed back into the boat. Jack decided to go next so, still muttering about how stupid his sister was, he dove into the lake. Angie threw him a ski while I dragged in one of the ropes. Jack got the ski on, found the rope, and Angie tightened up the slack. Then we were off.

Jack was a good skier. Angie was too, but Jack had great style. He cut back and forth shooting up huge waves each time he turned. Another boat was travelling beside us, not too close, but it was obvious they were watching Jack perform. And he gave them quite a show.

After about ten minutes, Jack dropped the rope. When we circled back beside him, he was breathing hard. He dog paddled slowly up to the side of the boat then climbed in.

"Show off" Angie said.

"What?" Jack said innocently.

"You were showing off for the two broads in that boat that was beside us."

"Hmmm. I saw the boat but not the two broads. Were they hot?" Jack grinned at Angie.

"How the hell would I know?" she muttered. Angie was really grumpy today. I wondered if it was that time of the month for her too. I had heard that women got cranky during that period thing. I didn't think Sandy was grumpy, but Angie sure was.

Sandy decided she would take a turn skiing. She jumped in the lake and after a couple of tries she made it up. She wasn't a great skier, but she had a good time just staying inside the boat wake. She only lasted a few minutes. Then Angie decided she would go by herself and she put on a show that was almost as good a Jack's.

Finally we were skied out. I helped Angie climb into the boat, stowed the skis and the rope, then Jack took off for the cottage. We had gone almost all the way to Okanagan Falls at the far end of the lake, so it was going to be quite a drive back. Angie went and sat close to Jack and talked to him over the roar of the motor. I couldn't hear what they were saying but Angie and Jack both looked back at me a couple of times. Jack shrugged in response to whatever Angie said, then cut back the motor to a slow idle. Angie moved back to where I was sitting and asked Sandy to go up and sit with Jack. After Sandy was seated up front, Jack took off again.

Angie leaned in to talk to me. "Listen, I know this has been quite a week for you. You've really grown up since last year. And I don't mean the fact that you're screwing my best friend senseless every night. You're a lot more mature than I thought you would be. So I had a talk with Mom and Dad..."

I looked at her like she had lost her mind. "You've told them what Sandy and I are doing? Are you nuts? Aunt Marge will tell my Mom and I'll be grounded for life."

Angie grinned. "Oh, I don't think Aunt Marge will be talking to your mom. At least not about what you've been up to. And no, I didn't tell them what's going on in your bedroom. But I think they suspect. I mean, I can hear you guys going at it most nights. Mom and Dad aren't deaf, you know. Anyway, what I talked to them about has nothing really to do with your sex life." Angie paused for a couple of seconds. She looked like she was trying to gather her thoughts.

"So look" she continued. "Dad has really appreciated your help at the shop this year. Bobby is getting pretty limited in what he can do. The customers love him, but the reality is that he's probably going to drop over dead of a heart attack some day and probably sooner than later. He's been in the hospital at least ten times this year already."

I felt sorry for Bobby. He hadn't had an easy life but he loved working for Uncle Jack. Even though he had the mind of a ten year old, he was really good with the customers.

Angie continued. "Summer is always the busiest time at the shop with all the tourists. Next year Jack and I probably won't be back for the summer so Dad is going to be short handed. The old guys that work Saturdays won't want to work more than they already do. So I told Dad that he should hire you for the summer. Work your ass off six days a week. You could make some pretty good money. What do you think?"