(ASS) Marie Chapter 10 part two of three parts
FRIAR DAVE
He settled against the back of the couch, his butt still perched at
the edge of the cushion, and moved his hands up to hold her forearms
as she leaned back. Both of them began moving, faster and faster. I
saw her bite her lower lip when she started to cum, and then he
hunched his hips up at her and held them there, and I knew he was
cumming in her.
Damn her!
He pulled her forward against him, and I heard his dick slurp out of
her as he kissed her lips and cradled her to him, exactly the way and
the time I'd always wanted.
She slithered out of his arms and knelt between his legs and kissed
and sucked his spermy dick until it was clean. Then she rearranged her
nightgown and whispered something to him.
I scurried back to my cushions on the floor just before she reappeared
in the TV room. All I could think of was the fact that she had his cum
in her cunt, and I did not.
I spent most of the next day sulking. I was not a good hostess to
Angela and Barb, and I was downright rude to Dana. And she seemed to
know I knew what had gone on, and worse -- to know I was wildly
jealous. I determined to make my phantom stepbrother spend a lot of
time dating the Palm Sisters by showing off my assets for him whenever
I could get away with it. The problem was that I didn't get much of a
chance. That day he went out to a small town about 45 miles from our
house to visit other relatives, and the next day he went out there
again. Our mutual cousin Shana explained: Dan apparently had developed
a terrific crush on Dorothy, a friend of hers with a sweet face, a
gentle disposition and a Body by Hefner.
Shana was willing to talk about it in some detail. She and Dan had
kept up a regular correspondence year-round -- which I'd known about
for quite a while -- and they had a lot to talk about. She'd arranged
for a bunch of her friends from school -- most of whom were close to
her and Dan's age -- to wander over to the Dairy Queen by the quarry-
cum-town-swimming-hole and Hang Out. He and Dorothy had taken an
immediate shine to each other, which was no surprise in either
direction. Shana knew there'd been some smooching and groping, but
doubted it had gone very much farther than that. Dorothy had a
reputation for politely-but-firmly refusing to Go Too Far.
It was enough to put Dorothy on my perpetual hit list, thinking about
her acting like a priss and leaving my gorgeous Dan with blue balls.
Grrrrrr.
The next day he spent helping Mom around the house and with her
chores, and I spent most of it flashing him. It had an effect, much to
my pleasure. I kept thinking, Look what you missed and eat your heart
out!
What I really wanted, though, was to tell him to eat me.
The next day, a Friday, he was going out there again. This time he was
to stay over with Aunt Mimi -- Shana's Mom -- and I decided it was
time to cultivate Shana's little sister, Irene. She was about my age,
but looked a lot more like it, maybe even less. But she was bright and
a bit hyperactive and jealous of the girls who, like Annette
Funicello, "already got theirs" and determined to prove herself in
competition with them, i.e., get the guys. She hadn't seen Dan yet on
this visit -- she'd been away at a horse farm for a couple of days --
and was really looking forward to the visit. Eventually, by clever
manipulation and downright lying, I lured her into "deciding" it would
be nice for me to stay for an overnighter at the same time Dan did.
The way I figured it, I would wait until Dan got back from what was
sure to be a heated and -- ultimately -- frustrating evening with
Dorothy, and then I'd have him! Aha!
Shana and Dan kissed lightly and sweetly, a non-erotic peck of warmth
and greeting, and then we all piled into the Blue Bomb -- a
seven-year-old Buick she was entitled to drive by virtue of her age
and relatively rural location. I would have been pleased and excited
at the start of my little adventure, except that Shana had a
passenger: Dorothy.
She was absolutely lovely and unselfconsciously sexy at the same time,
with her dark hair and flawless complexion and full lips and wide eyes
and that amazing damn body with those fantastically firm, full tits
under a tee-shirt and barely contained by a bra I was sure she wore
more for modesty than support. She was 16 and in full bloom. I think
of how she looked through the window of the Blue Bomb, and I can
understand why it was not unusual for our grandparents and great-
grandparents to marry at 15 and 16.
Shana made some joke about it, but I didn't laugh when I found myself
in the front seat with my cousin...leaving Dorothy and Dan in the
back. The held hands tightly through the entire 40-minute drive. I
dared sneak only two or three glances back at them all the time.
Those Buicks were big. There was plenty of room. Most of it was
unused, because they were very close together.
Still, it was impossible to keep a mad on at Aunt Mimi's. She and
Uncle Don got married when she was 15 and he was 17, and the love
between them pervaded the entire old ramshackle house. She was a big,
rawboned, horsy-faced lady of indeterminate years and great big
laughing eyes that made you forget the moustache that never seemed to
go away (no matter what she did) and the little stubble of a beard --
s'help me -- on her chin. She made a fuss over Dan, of course, and
over me and kidded me about the way my figure had developed. Somehow,
the way she did it made it seem remarkable that I had such a body but
perfectly Okay and Set Yerself Down Here and Have Some Pop and Tell
Yer Old Aunt Mimi What You've Been Up To, Why Doncha? We had dropped
Dorothy at her house, and Dan was nice and polite and went into the
back yard to talk with Shana about her drawings and her first pastels.
All of which was fine until we heard car doors slam. Dan went into the
living room to greet Irene. She was all lithe and lean and tousled
blonde hair and little kiddish with tiny bumps inside her shirt, and
she greeted Dan by jumping him!
Yeah, she literally jumped up on him, wrapping her arms around his
neck and her legs around his hips. She kissed him right on the mouth,
hard and maybe deep, and Dan went all red in the face and pulled her
off him. I could see a bulge in his cutoff jeans. He tried to hide it
but failed. Irene had two of her little friends with her and a few
minutes later, cousin Timmy -- Shana's big brother and Aunt Mimi's
oldest -- came in.
Timmy was Dan's age and a really ruggedly handsome guy even then.
Unfortunately, some of the circuits in his head didn't work. Timmy
couldn't deal with books and reading or any kind of pressure; he would
go into these fits. And he was not particularly gentle, either. Timmy
did what he liked and could get away with. I was never really
comfortable around him, and I could see Dan wasn't, either, but he was
polite and tried to be warm, which was more than I could do. See, any
time Timmy was alone with me, he was always grabbing my tits -- hard.
I had to follow through with my charade and immediately diverted Irene
-- who seemed reluctant to leave Dan, which bothered me. She took me
to her room, and I went through what was probably the bonding ritual
of girls our age at that time, discussing boys, the Beatles, clothes,
the Beatles, jealousies, the Beatles, free love, the Beatles, the new
Rolling Stones poster (clearly showing Mick's bulge) and, of course,
the Beatles.
[My favorite was George. Okay? Thank you.]
We listened to some 45s and then we were going over to the DQ --
[Dairy Queen.]
-- to hang out. I was very agreeable to this, as I knew that
eventually, Dan and Dorothy would show up there. The adjacent park --
Veteran's -- was about the only place they could go and fool around,
since neither had wheels. I hated the idea, yet I wanted to see them
together. I dunno why; I just did.
Anyhow, going over to the DQ and meeting Irene's friends was about as
exciting as I expected -- deadly dull. The boys in the crowd were
typical of boys my age, which is to say I had outgrown them a long
time ago, but they kept trying to "accidentally" touch my tits or get
me alone.
After what seemed like years there, Irene and I walked back to her
house. She told me she was glad I had spurned -- she used that word --
the boys who were turned on by my tits. She hoped that would help them
look for other qualities in a girl.
I told her to hold her breath till they were 19 or so.
She asked, How do you know? and I, like an idiot, told her a little
bit and hinted at more.
[Why "like an idiot"? Listen -- and stop interrupting me -- and I'll
tell you.]
Well, Irene decided that meant she could tell me stuff. Like, for one,
she'd Done It. She wouldn't tell me who, but she had done it and more
than once, and she liked it. A lot. She also told me that at some point
during the day -- probably when she went downstairs to get the
disgusting Cherry Kool-Aid for us -- she'd been briefly alone with Dan
and kissed him again and touched his hard on. He'd made her stop.
He'd told her she was a little young for that, and she'd told him she
was more than willing to give him a demonstration of her abilities,
and he'd told her she should wait a little longer for that.
By the time she finished the tale -- and we were nearing her house, in
the dark small-town Ohio July night -- her nipples were stiff as
pencil points inside her sadly flat tee-shirt.
"And I really want to -- y'know -- DO IT with him now."
That was when we heard the noise from the side of the house. Quietly,
we crept to the edge of the hedge and looked.
My phantom stepbrother was licking Dorothy's nipples.
They were clinching in the shadows near a tree -- an elm, I remember
distinctly -- and he had her light shirt raised and her bra opened.
Her breasts were truly magnificent, and he was giving them their due.
He cupped them gently in his hand -- they needed hardly any support of
any kind, as large and thrusting as they were -- and was running his
lips over and around them and then licking and sucking her nipples.
Her flush was visible even in the shadows. Her cutoff-clad legs were
wide and he was rubbing his hand over the tightly-stretched denim over
her cunt and she was rubbing up against his fingers.
I was horrified and turned on at the same time.
"Do you think they're gonna do it?" Irene whispered.
I just shook my head, unwilling to trust my voice.
I watched him caress those lovely 16-year-old tits and the damp jeans
taut over her swampy 16-year-old cunt, and I was sure he was going to
fuck her...but when he tried to unsnap the waist of the cutoffs, she
stopped him. Again and again, no matter how turned on they got, she
stopped him.
As I'd expected.
They were at that awful point where she was rubbing his dick through
his now-very-tight jeans, and he was rubbing her pussy hard enough to
split the soaked fabric of her jeans, and I was ready to stand up and
march over and offer to take over for her, since she seemed unwilling
to do the right thing herself. At that very point the side door opened
and the outside light came on -- one of those yellow things that's not
supposed to attract bugs but always does -- and Shana stuck her head
out.
"Hey, you guys -- getting late." And ducked back in.
They stayed there in the shadows for a few minutes more, murmuring and
cuddling, and then she stood, and he stood, and they clinched and then
she walked off alone down the safe summer streets of that little town.
Dan had a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He stood, watching her
until she was out of sight, and then sighed and went inside.
"Did you see his hard-on?" Irene whispered excitedly. "The way his
jeans were all stuck out from it?" She giggled. I glanced at her. Even
in the shadows I could see her flush -- and the stiff points of her
nipples against her shirt. "Isn't he hot?"
I nodded and thought about it. My plan was foolproof. He'd just spent
about 40 minutes getting turned on by her and needed relief. So far so
good. He was going to be staying over in the same house as me. Still
good. Aunt Mimi's snoring would pretty much have immunized everyone in
the house against waking at small sounds. Right on track. And Dan was
going to be mooning over Dorothy, and that was bad. He was such a
romantic -- not that he'd ever admit it -- that he'd probably not even
look at another woman, let alone a girl who happened to be his step-
sister. It would be like Dan to think of that as being unfaithful.
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