Chapter 5

Cynthia

You'd think nothing else could possibly happen to wreck the weekend. After all both girls had accepted the other. Wrong! While Rebecca and Samantha had been reaching their truce we forgot entirely about Cyndi, and why shouldn't we, she wasn't even meant to know about Samantha and I.

At least Mom remembered because she managed to come into my room, wake us and get both Samantha and Rebecca out of the bed before Cyndi woke up. As it turned out Mom need not have bothered.

After breakfast, Rebecca dressed then went out with her friends, something that had been arranged some weeks before. Quite disappointed I could not go back to bed with Sam, and wondering at the mystery of the lingerie since Sam had been naked the night before, I moped. I flopped down on the lounge idly watching cartoons. Sam sat beside me with a book. Mom and Dad had gone shopping so we were temporarily alone. Having Cyndi there was really starting to bug me but I said nothing and watched the TV.

Cyndi bounced into the room and squeezed herself onto the lounge between Sam and me. She looked at both of us in turn before turning to me and began;

"You're fucking Sam. I saw you last night. I heard you too. Sam is too old for you Nick. I'm your age. I should be your girlfriend not Sam. I can't even figure how you got together but it's obvious to me last night was not the first time."

I looked over at Samantha, who had a look of horror on her face. I didn't see it that way, just an annoyance. I definitely had not thought this through as Sam had. However, it was my turn to look stricken with the next pronouncement from Cyndi:

"I'm going to tell Dad when they come home. One look at Sam's face and you'll both be dead. You'll never see each other again and I'll be the good daughter for a change."

I wasn't completely dumb to Cyndi's scheming. I had seen it in action a couple of times before. I knew there was much more to this and had an inkling what it was but said nothing, waiting for Cyndi to elaborate. As I suspected, she couldn't let the silence drag on and continued:

"Nick is going to be my boyfriend. He is going to be with me, whenever we are out of sight of our parents. Or I tell."

Cyn sat back and folded her arms with a smirk on her face. Samantha, however, was not simply accepting Cyndi's blackmail and rounded on her sister:

"Listen you little brat. You could tell but that would be the end of us ever being friends. As far as I would be concerned, you wouldn't even be my sister. And if I manage to deny it, Dad will belt you for making up such a wild story. Do you think it is going to be easy to convince Dad that I'm going out with an 11 year old?"

Sheesh, my age had to be brought up again. I was going to be 12 in a few weeks and that will make a difference. It didn't, but it was nice to think that it would for a little while.

Sam and Cyn went back and forth for over an hour each getting in turn angry, annoyed, frustrated, and loud. I said nothing although I was glared at an awful lot. One thing that was clear was that Cyn was not going to back down completely. She realised that her plan was not going to work in its original form but she still was able to apply the blackmail of telling something to her father to end our relationship. For a time I worried Sam might concede defeat since she had only just found out about Rebecca and me, but Sam fought hard.

To my astonishment it boiled down in the end to Cyn being willing to keep the relationship a secret as long as I would have sex with her when she wanted. Silly me, and I had thought it was about holding hands and stuff. I had no idea what twelve year olds did if they were boyfriends and girlfriends. Well OK a nearly 12 year old but you get the idea. I did have the sense to realise that most would not simply have sex. I just didn't know what they would do instead. I couldn't see Samantha and Cyndi's parents agreeing to any type of date such as going to the movies, so to me, all I could think of was holding hands on the way to school and some time together on the weekends.

When the argument ended and it appeared that Cyn had won to the extent that she either had sex with me or blabbed something to her father I made the comment:

"Hey, don't I get any say in this?"

Both replied in unison:

"No!"

I took the hint and I shut up. My parents returned a short time later and Mom asked Cyndi if she would like to help prepare lunch. Cyn agreed, giving Sam and me some time alone. Sam was fuming. She quite reasonably pointed out that it was bad enough sharing me with MY sister let alone having to share me with hers. It was a hot day and we had a small above ground pool in the backyard. It wasn't much but it allowed you to cool down. Sam hit upon the idea that I should be aggressive towards Cyn in the pool, since she had never had sex and probably didn't even know much about it. Certainly, their parents did not discuss sex in any way and sex education at school was an option that the parents could opt out of. No prizes for guessing which way Cyn's parents went on that one.

I didn't like the idea much but I couldn't think of anything. I was quite scared of Sam's father and figured Sam's idea was worth a shot because I was not at all sure that Sam would accept the alternative and I didn't like Cyn much at the best of times. The blackmail of her sister, oh yeah, and me as well, put her right at the top of my "couldn't stand the sight of" list.

Later in the afternoon, we found ourselves in the pool. Samantha had worn a one piece and despite being conservative, she still looked good. Her nipples stayed erect and were obvious and the crotch of the light fabric would ride up into her pussy outlining it quite well whenever Samantha didn't think to adjust it. Cyn wore a bikini with ties on the sides of both the top and the bottom. It was a little less conservative than Sam's, assuming of course Sam hadn't filled hers out quite so well, but it still covered Cyn well.

Cynthia had been acting quite normally for a time, splashing around and dunking her sister when she could. She seemed to stay away from me. Feeling incredibly nervous but buoyed on by the fear of losing Sam, I kicked over to where Cyn was leaning over the side of the pool, attempting to pick up a bottle of drink. I pressed myself up against her quite hard, trapping her between my arms that were gripping the side of the pool. Satisfied Cyn was trapped by my body I released the side of the pool, grabbed hold of Cyn's shoulder's, spun her around and stuck my hand between her legs at the same time as I kissed her with an open mouth and a bruising amount of pressure.

For a short time I believed the plan would work. Cyn looked worried, had flushed red, and had clamped her legs shut onto my hand. She wasn't kissing me back but she was allowing my tongue to explore her mouth. I put that down to shock. That is until she reached down, pulled my Speedos down, and gripped my cock. Having a mind of its own, the traitorous appendage decided to get as hard as possible in a matter of seconds. Very unsure what to do, I hoped that Cyn would back down. Pushing the limits as far as I could, I pulled the knots of her top and then her bottoms, leaving her naked except for some strips of cloth not covering anything hanging from her.

Still kissing her, I wrapped my hands around her bottom, squeezing tight, and pushing one finger right into her tight and clamped shut arsehole. She tried to squirm away from my finger so I increased the pressure. While this meant she was now crushed against me, it also meant that she seemed increasingly uncomfortable. I was having a very hard time continuing this charade and my feelings of guilt almost overwhelmed me. I managed to keep them just below the surface by pretending to myself that Cyn deserved what she got for the blackmail and that I would not take it any further than I already had.

Breaking off the kiss, Cyn finally looked stressed, her eyes wide and staring at me. I asked her:

"You on the pill?"

Cyn looked at me as if I had grown two heads and said of course she wasn't. Keeping up the tough guy act, which I was certain wasn't fooling Cyn but I was committed now and couldn't exactly back down. I had to worry about what Sam might think of me if I couldn't do this. That made me lean forward and whispered into Cyn's ear:

"Oh well, I'm just going to have to fuck your bottom then. But if I don't Cum before you get sore I'll have to swap to your cunt and I'll guess you'll just have to take your chances. Sam does so I don't see why you shouldn't do the same."

Cyn whined:

"But I don't want you to put your thing in my bottom. That is nasty and it would hurt. Can't you use a condom and be gentle like you are with Sam?"

I didn't realise until later that the previous evening's activities between Sam and I were just a tad unusual for us and gentle was not a term that I would have used. It certainly fitted our other lovemaking though. My mind was more concerned about other things at that moment. I thought Sam's plan was going to work! Cyn was looking for romance, not a hard fucking and I wasn't giving her any option.

Cyn managed to duck under me and away from me, as I simply could not keep her trapped the way I had. My conscience was already getting to me badly without forcing her to stay squashed against me, my cock against her abdomen and hand between her legs and both of us for all intents and purposes naked. She waded to the light ladder and climbed out, making no attempt to cover herself. She picked up her towel and spread it on a soft patch of grass in the shade a little ways from the pool. Cyn called back clearly distressed:

"Fine Mr Tough Guy. Maybe I deserve this but I'm not going to give up. Do what you want but eventually you are going to make love to me. I would just have preferred if you took my virginity in a way that doesn't sound so much like a rape. But if this is the only way you are going to start with me, so be it."

Cyn had tears in her eyes but a look of anger across her face. She flopped down on the towel before rising onto her hands and knees bum facing directly towards me and legs deliberately placed wide apart. Cyn sobbed:

"OK, fuck me you bastard. Put you dick in my backside if you must. Use the suntan lotion and perhaps I won't get sore as soon as you predicted."

I didn't know what to do. I was horrified that Cyn thought that I was willing to force myself on her. I jumped so badly that I figured I could have cleared the side of the pool had I directed the effort. Samantha had come up to me and wrapped her arms around me from behind. She was crying too. This was not my weekend for girls keeping their emotions in check. Samantha said softly: