Chapter 2

Samantha

This little spat got Rebecca in a world of trouble. Mom had heard it and told Dad. Dad came into the room that evening and told Rebecca to get up. She did. Rebecca might push me around but Dad was an entirely different thing. Quite aside from that fact that our Dad was 6' 4, had muscles on his muscles from sweating under the hot sun on construction sites as a sheet metal worker, Dad could simply glare at you to get his own way.

Dad had also had his brains bashed in by a two tonne girder that had plummeted onto his head on a high-rise construction and was incredibly violent. There wasn't a door in our house that didn't have a hole where Dad had put his fist right through the door. He did that rather than hit somebody, which was a rather good thing. You wouldn't get up if Dad hit you. The violence might have been caused by an air bubble that was left in Dad's brain but that didn't make it any easier to live with. He hit Mom once a few months later and I got in the way trying to protect her, terrified that Dad would kill her. Mom was tiny. He hit me in the side of the head and knocked me clean across the lounge room. I couldn't hear for hours nor could I move because I was too dizzy. Aside from beltings, which were Dad's idea of discipline, that was the only time he ever hit Mom or me but it still was terrifying. Rebecca did not talk back to Dad.

Dad started:

"Rebecca, you have three lovers. That idiot boyfriend of yours, your brother and me. You have more sex in a week than most girls do in a year. You are only with Nicholas now because he was so fucked up in the first place and your mother wouldn't stop crying thinking about him. He is too young really to be doing this but it can't be helped. He is NOT your property and your mother says you are being incredibly selfish. He isn't learning anything. I think you are doing that on purpose just so he will have less chance to find a girlfriend. If I find that is the reason I don't care how tight you are and how much you try to wrap me around your little finger, you are going to find yourself over my knee with my belt so you won't be able to sit for a week young lady."

"YOU will find him a girlfriend who will teach him properly. Someone that knows what she is doing and what makes her feel good. Someone that is not stupid enough to have any diseases. That shouldn't be too difficult even with your slut girlfriends, especially since Nicholas doesn't seem to be doing badly at all despite you not telling him a bloody thing about what to do."

Dad did not make idle threats. Rebecca really would not be able to sit down for a week. Rebecca was stunned. She climbed back into bed and said under her breath:

"Nicky, you are my fucking brother. You are not fucking going to fuck anything that moves, you hear me. You are going to fuck me whenever I want. I have dumped my fuckwit boyfriend because you already fuck better than he ever will but I wasn't going to tell Dad that. He was mad enough already."

Rebecca sighed, before roughly started to pull on my cock. It had gone down funnily enough when Dad had told Rebecca to get up. Rebecca seemed distracted and then smiled:

"Samantha!"

I stared at her. Samantha was a knock out. She lived five doors down and went to the same school as Rebecca. She was also a genius and 15. She had flowing, gorgeous red hair, a flawless cream complexion untouched by the sun, green eyes and her walk had grown men stumbling into telegraph poles. This was despite the fact the only thing that most men would find a little disappointing was her breast size. She wasn't large at all, in any way for that matter, but she had curves. A compact sex vixen.

I looked at Rebecca as if she had gone mad. I was 11, as she kept telling me. I was undersize, thin, and painfully shy around girls, let alone a super confident 15 year old. I had amazed myself by actually getting a girlfriend, a short-lived girlfriend, but a real girlfriend just the same. She had said I was "adorable, like a puppy" which didn't exactly inspire confidence but I had not cared at the time why she liked me, only that she did.

"Oh don't look so stunned. Samantha is a nympho and she owes me, big time. Once she finds out your size is more than respectable for your age and the fact that she gets to teach you to be her own personal fucking fuck toy, to use Janice's term, she will jump at the chance. Just don't expect to ever been seen in public with her. She has a reputation to maintain."

"Ooh, this is perfect. Samantha won't want you as a boyfriend and she doesn't share. She also doesn't fuck around. If you do a decent job and keep her satisfied, she won't fuck anyone else. So you better fucking well keep her satisfied you little twerp and me too for that matter and do everything she tells you."

It took a week apparently to convince Samantha even to see if I was remotely worth the effort. Rebecca, in the end, had to explain what had happened to me, and how I so much needed a real girl to show me how good sex could be just so I wouldn't grow up totally fucked up. Samantha was horrified at what happened and that tipped the matter to the point that she was willing to try.

I had a tree house. It was secluded even if was in our backyard. I used to use it to beat off, not knowing that Rebecca had worked that out immediately and also worked out where she could comfortably spy on me whenever she wanted to. I was sitting in the tree house reading. I was hiding from Rebecca, who fucked me that week so much I wasn't getting any homework done. Samantha climbed into the tree house and stared at me. I didn't have a clue what to say.

Samantha fixed that. She started with:

"Well take your clothes off. Let's see what I've got myself in for. And you WILL do what I tell you to do or the deal is off, do you understand that?"

Samantha stood there tapping a foot, with her arms crossed across her breasts, watching me intently as I undressed. This was embarrassing and I wasn't in the slightest excited. Quite the opposite. When I had stripped, Samantha appraised me before saying:

"You're too thin Nicholas and you have no muscle definition. You need to do some exercise."

She looked down before saying:

"Rebecca said you were big for your age. Looks like she lied. Typical. Well, we'll get it hard at least to see what we have to work with."

With that, Samantha reached down, still fully dressed in a conservative school uniform, and took me in her hand. She had a very gentle touch and when she started rubbing me, it was like her hand was wrapped in silk. As embarrassed as I was, I was hard in seconds.

"Oh wow, Rebecca wasn't lying after all. This may be fun."

With that, Samantha started to undress, carefully taking off each item, folding it neatly, and laying it in a pile on top of a rug. The transformation was breathtaking. The school uniform hid Samantha's curves. Undressed she was even more spectacular than when she wore her most sexy outfits. And I thought Rebecca looked good. Then I was a bit confused. Samantha just had a small amount of deep red pubic hair above her pussy but otherwise no hair anywhere roundabouts at all. I wasn't familiar with the concept of shaving and it wasn't exactly a common practice then anyway. I just blurted out:

"Um, Sa ... Sa ... Samantha, why don't you have hair down there?"

"Because I like to be clean and it feels better that way that's why. And it is easier for you to see the important bits so you learn what to do."

Having said that, Samantha pulled out a blanket I had in the tree house, spread it out, and sat down on it. She then asked me to join her and when I sat down next to her, she looked down and said:

"Wow, Rebecca wasn't exaggerating at all. You may be scrawny but otherwise you are not that bad looking and you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of between your legs. I've seen adults smaller than that, a lot smaller, my Dad for instance."

Considering my household I thought the next question logical and even in those days, I had a very bad habit of just asking anything that I wanted to know without thinking it through.

"Samantha, do you have sex with your father as well?"

Samantha looked aghast. She replied:

"Of course not. Why would you even ask such a horrible question? Dad thinks I am completely innocent and would kill me if he knew I even knew anything about sex, let alone that I was sitting naked with an equally naked boy. He would skin you alive. My father is a very strict Catholic. We all are. Sex is only for marriage and he really would probably come close to killing you if he found us like this, so do not open your mouth to a soul about this. It is bad enough that Rebecca has talked me into this but you had better not be stupid enough to kiss and tell or neither of our lives will be worth living. Are we completely clear?"

Samantha's comment had had a significant effect. I was no longer hard, which, considering how close I was to Samantha meant her words really scared me and for the first time in my life I could smell a pussy. Rebecca's pussy didn't give off an odour or at least not from the distances I had been from it. In all the fucking we had thus far done, the one thing I had not been was up close and personal with her pussy. So the olfactory sensation was a new thing to me, and a rather pleasant one at that. The odour wasn't strong at all but it smelled of, well, it smelled of Samantha. "Essence of Samantha" I would much later call the smell.

I had no idea what to say to Samantha and she had fallen silent. What I had no idea of knowing at the time was that Samantha was incredibly nervous herself. Rebecca had thought that Samantha was very experienced and it was true that Samantha had indulged in some sex acts with three previous boyfriends, two with very big mouths and I found out later, a penchant for not telling the truth. Samantha was happy to have gained a reputation as a nympho because she thought of herself in precisely that term, just a very discerning one.

Eventually Samantha was able to continue the charade she had started as the super knowledgeable sex expert there to teach me all about sex. She started talking again.

"Right, Nicholas, you can call me Sam when we are alone and you can hold my hand without asking and kiss me if you want but anything else and you have to ask first. Do you understand that?"

I nodded dumbly and Sam continued:

"I'm going to teach you how to make love to a woman and how to please her. I warn you I take a very long time to get aroused and then I take a much longer time to orgasm. If you take less than two hours in making love to me, you are going to fail to satisfy me. Do you want to satisfy me or just keep your penis happy?"

I was worried. Two hours! The most I had lasted with Rebecca so far was a little less than 30 minutes and that was only because we had fucked four times in total that night and that had been the last fuck of the evening and up her arse to boot. I had no idea that "making love" didn't mean just fucking. I scarcely understood foreplay. Rebecca was always wet the second I was hard and aside from letting me play with her breasts, she didn't even allow me to put my hand on her pussy. I had never even heard of kissing a girl on the neck or the shoulders or everywhere else on the body just because it felt good and was arousing.

I did sort of understand that kissing didn't just consist of locking lips as Rebecca called it or tonsil hockey but involved a few other things. The trouble was I didn't really know all that well how to do the other things.

The "two hours" comment had concerned me enough that I had remained silent. I forgot to answer Sam. Sam got up and picked up her pretty little panties with little strawberries on them. On some girls, they would have looked plain. On Samantha, they stretched tight, outlining her cunt and made her look incredibly sexy. However, after she had pulled them on and had reached down for her skirt, I asked:

"Sam, what are you doing? Is that it for today?"

Samantha kept looking at her clothes and said somewhat bitterly:

"Nicholas, your silence I take to mean you just want to fuck to be vulgar. I won't do that. You have to be willing to satisfy me and do it well."