An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 5: The Favor

“I was pretty sure I heard Brett and Alan’s voices,” Matt Kanemura stated, the lanky Hawaiian boy running his right hand through his multi-toned streaked hair before rubbing his scalp. It was the Sunday immediately after Saturday’s blindfold orgy, and he, Kevin Weiss, and myself were sitting in the living room.

Kevin nodded. “So just the five of us?”

Matt shrugged. “Makes sense. Or do you think Ryan was there, too? After all, Dawn is a roommate, too.”

Kevin shook his head. “Nah. Dayna’s pretty protective of her little sister. And I don’t think Dawn is that kind of girl. As much as I would have loved to hit that — she IS fucking hot — I doubt she was at the party. And no Dawn, no Ryan.”

Matt sighed. “What about the other girls? I KNOW Monique was there. She didn’t even try to hide her accent. And there was one girl who was just so tiny. Probably Marian. Although it COULD have been Ashley.”

Kevin disagreed. “Marian, definitely. I recognized her giggle.”

Matt snorted. “Could have been BOTH.”

Kevin laughed. “Maybe. And Kerri and Julie HAD to have been there. Those girls just love to party WAY too much. Erica, too.”

I decided to step in, asking “So how many girls do you think there were?”

Kevin let his head drop back. “I dunno. Probably at least fifteen. We kept going a LONG time and even if those girls wanted to cut loose, I doubt they’d want to fuck all five of us. So if we all went off like four or five times, plus threesomes, that’s 25-odd fucks. Plus you know some of those girls are into other girls. So you might’ve done Ashley and I did Marian.”

“Maybe...” Matt nodded and then broke into a grin. “Lookit you. You failed Freshman Math but you can add all that up?”

“Incentive, bro,” Kevin chuckled. “When you have possibly the most amazing sexual experience of your life, you’re motivated to pay attention.”

I exhaled. “Think anything like that will ever happen again?”

Kevin snorted. “Nah. Wasn’t that the whole point of the blindfolds? These chicks get to bang us ... just once. And then they never talk about it again, least not to us. They’ve notched us on their belts and go on their merry way, no one ever knowing what sluts they can be. Not even us.”

Matt whistled. “Yeah, once in a lifetime...”

Kevin glanced sidelong at me. “So, no hard feelings if one of us nailed the other’s girl? You know I don’t mind if Dayna boffed one of you.”

I shrugged. “I’m not worried about Adrienne.”

“Fuck your girlfriend’s gorgeous, Ben,” Kevin sighed. “If I did nail her, I wish to god I could have known it and seen it.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

Matt sighed. “Brandi deserves to cut loose every now and again.” He snorted. “Hell, I’ll easily trade nailing fifteen of her friends to let her boink you, Kev.”

“Or Ben...” Kevin drawled, a sly smile on his face.

“Ben? Dude, that’s gross!” Matt spat. “He’s her little brother!”

“I know, kinky to think about, huh?” Kevin grinned. “With the blindfolds, he’d never know.”

Matt shook his head. “No fucking way. All her girlfriends would be able to see. She’d never do it.”

“Still...” Kevin chuckled. “You never know. Hey, if there was ever a time to go for it, that was her chance. No holds barred.”

“Get your fucking mind out of the gutter, Kev,” Matt growled. “That’s disgusting.”

“C’mon, Matt. Don’t tell me it never crossed your mind once you found out your girlfriend’s little brother was gonna be there.”

I just kept my mouth shut.

Matt sighed and turned to me, changing the subject. “Some party, huh? You ever think you were going to do something that crazy once you got to college?”

I shook my head.

“Greatest fucking experience of your life, wasn’t it?” Kevin hooted.

I sighed. “Maybe ... My first massive orgy on that scale, certainly. But didn’t it feel ... I dunno ... surreal? Hey, did any of the girls even kiss you?”

Matt frowned. “Kiss us?”

“Who cares?” Kevin crowed. “Their mouths were certainly put to better use elsewhere on our bodies!”

I shook my head. “I dunno. I mean, yeah, the sex was great. But doesn’t a part of you think it would have been better with just you and Brandi?” I asked Matt. “Or you and Dayna?” I looked at Kevin. “No blindfolds. Intimate kisses. Real emotions instead of soulless fucking?”

Kevin looked at me as if I’d suddenly turned into a wrinkly old woman. “Dude, I think you missed the point.”

Maybe I HAD missed the point. Fucking that many different girls at once should have been the highlight of my sexual existence. And yet...

“I know I loved it while it was happening. But now, the morning after...” I sighed and shrugged, looking away. “I just can’t help but feel that making love with Adrienne alone, just the two of us, would have made me feel happier in the end.”

“Mmm...” Adrienne snuggled against my chest, rubbing her cheek against me like she couldn’t get enough of the feel of my skin. “Did you have fun last night, Tiger?”

“Yeah...” I sighed, not really meaning it. I’d been feeling... off ... all day, and this was really our first chance to talk about it alone. Last night, after the party itself, Adrienne and I had pretty much just showered and then crashed from exhaustion. Then this morning, we were up and about with all our roommates. We then met up with Gwen, Robin, and Paige for dinner, all of whom of course wanted to know what the big secret was around Saturday’s shindig.

I told them that Dayna and Brandi had hosted a big sex party where guys were blindfolded and the girls’ friends just used us for their pleasure. None of the three girls believed me.

Anyways, Adrienne curled up to me as we got ready to sleep and asked, “So would you want to do it again?”

I winced and looked down. “Again?” I asked with trepidation.

She read the tone in my voice. “What? I though you said you had fun.”

“It was ... interesting.” I sighed. “But it also felt ... I dunno ... soulless...”

“You didn’t seem to mind in the middle of it.”

“I know, I know. The sex was great. But the intimacy was just ... weird. I mean, I felt connected to the girls, but I think that was because of the drugs. After those wore off I found I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be connected to them. And since they all thought I was blind, they certainly weren’t trying to connect to me. They just wanted to ride Big Ben.”

“And they certainly enjoyed riding Big Ben.” Adrienne giggled. “In the morning, when you were in the living room with Matt and Kevin, Dawn and I were upstairs chatting with Brandi and Dayna. The girls all had very high praise for you, Ben.”

I chuckled and blushed. Then I squeezed Adrienne a little tighter in my arms. “Maybe ... But you know, I think I’d rather have spent the night holding you just like this.”

“You CAN’T be serious.” Adrienne picked her head up and furrowed her eyebrows at me.

“No, really. It’s all getting to be a little ... I dunno ... too much.” I sighed. “I spent my entire high school career with the Big Ben reputation and now it’s starting all over again.”

“Is your life so bad?”

“No, of course not. But ... even when I was sleeping with girls in High School, I actually FELT something for them. Megan and Cassidy were girlfriends. I got close with Summer, Mizuho, Lynne, Candy, and the rest. Those girls MEANT something to me.”

“You didn’t seem all emotional over Donna or some of Helene’s friends.”

“And I wasn’t very happy during those times, either.” I looked seriously at my girlfriend. “Both those times were in the middle of breakups with you.”

Adrienne bit her lip nervously and looked away. She pillowed her head on my chest and lightly stroked her fingers across my belly.

I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through her hair. “In retrospect, last night was kind of the same, just ... soulless fucking. I mean, I barely know Dayna’s and Brandi’s friends as it is. There’s no emotional connection. If I’d actually BEEN blind it would have been even worse.”

“It’s just casual sex, Ben. Stress-relief. Do you think I got all emotional out of fucking Monique or Julie or whoever last night? I just wanted to unwind before finals, just like them. And I don’t think any of the other guys were complaining.”

I sighed. “Maybe I’m not like other guys. For them, it was a chance to bang more hot girls in one night than they’d ever dreamed possible. But it’s just not a big deal to me. Been there, done that.”

“Ah, the curse of the Casanova...”

“Whatever,” I sighed. And then I took a deep breath, glancing down at Adrienne while continuing to stroke her hair. “You saw Dawn, at the end, right?”

Adrienne darted her eyes up to me, nodding seriously. She heard the somber tone in my voice.

“What happened with her, at the very end, was more exciting for me than the entire party before it. I didn’t even cum with Dawn, but because she actually means something to me, it was just ... better. The rest was just glorified masturbation.”

“Was Dawn really that special?” Adrienne asked in a slightly hurt voice.

“Oh, Adrienne. Don’t take it the wrong way. I LOVE you. I CHOOSE you. But compared with the other six girls I had sex with, Dawn was the only one I have an emotional connection with. Do you understand?”

Adrienne’s eyes clicked back and forth through mine for a few seconds while I simply held her gaze.

“What’s going on, Ben?” Adrienne reached out and touched my cheek. “I thought this party would make you happy. Clear your boredom, remember? You just don’t seem quite like yourself anymore.”

“I...” I sighed and shrugged. “I dunno, maybe I’m just ... settling down.”

Adrienne snorted. “Settling down?”

“Yeah...” I said softly. “Settling down ... Like, I’ve had my time sowing my oats. I’ve had my youthful indiscretions. I’ve gone and had my wild experiences. So no regrets. I’ve done everything sexual I ever wanted to just ‘try’. And now I’m ready to stop and settle down.”

Adrienne pulled back from me. “What are you saying?”

I turned and cupped her perfect face in my hands, running my thumbs along her cheekbones and staring deeply into her eyes. “I’m saying...” I began slowly, with solemn intent in my voice. “I’m ready to settle down ... with you ... Forever and always, right Adrienne?”

She looked rather nervous. “I meant ‘forever and always’ in that you can depend on me, Ben. But it’s not like we’re married or anything.”

“Yet...” I looked at her sweetly.

Adrienne frowned and recoiled from me. “’Yet’? Ben, are you serious?”

“Look, I’m not proposing or anything right now.” I held up my hands. “We’re way too young and there’s too much of our lives ahead of us. But...” I shrugged. “Can you imagine being married to me someday?”

She blinked a few times. “I ... uh, I hadn’t really thought of it I guess.”

“You hadn’t?” I chuckled. “I thought every girl fantasizes about getting married and raising a family.”

Adrienne scowled. “Not me. I just fantasized about a world without Adam.”

I winced. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” Adrienne touched my arm. “I just spend most of my effort thinking about the present and not too much about the future.”

“Well, I have thought about it. And the more I think about it the more I know I would be very, very happy to spend the rest of my life with you, Adrienne. I love you.” I grinned. “And now that we’ve gotten used to being roommates, I think we’ve cleared the final hurdle most young couples have to deal with before committing and settling down.”

Adrienne’s pretty face got tight and her eyebrows furrowed. “Settling down...” Her teeth clenched as if she had a bad taste in her mouth. And then my girlfriend rolled over and away from me, hugging herself tightly.

That hadn’t gone quite the way I’d expected.

“Adrienne, when’s the last time you got your shocks checked?” Brandi groaned from the back seat of the cherry red Mustang convertible as we hurtled down the 5 freeway at 80mph.

“I dunno. Ben checked them out over the summer, right?” Adrienne said hesitantly and glanced at me for confirmation. Then she turned back to Brandi. “Why?”

“Ugh,” Brandi groaned. “’Cause my ass hurts like hell and your sport shocks are NOT being very nice to me right now.”

Adrienne giggled. “Hey, I love anal but even I wasn’t crazy enough to do it right before a six-hour drive.”

“I was drunk last night and I wasn’t thinking ahead. So sue me.” Brandi grumbled. “Actually, YOU did this to me, Ben. It’s all your fault.”

I rolled my eyes without taking my focus off my driving. “Not MY fault. YOU came downstairs screaming about how you needed to celebrate the end of finals.”

“FINE. It’s Matt’s fault. HE had to fucking fly home to Hawaii the day before.” Brandi groaned and shifted in her seat.

I glanced to my right and Adrienne met my gaze. We smiled at each other and shook our heads. “Try to relax, Brandi,” I said. “Or turn sideways and pull your feet up or something. We’ll be home in four hours.”

“Grr...” Brandi growled. “FINE. But you are sooo gonna owe me a full-body massage later, Ben. I’m thinking the lavender lotion.”

I chuckled, thinking it over. I’d reamed out my big sister’s achingly wonderful ass and in exchange I would have to run my lotion-covered hands all over her naked body? I could live with that. “Deal.”

“Anybody home?” I pulled my key from the door, glancing around the foyer. I moved forward and both Brandi and Adrienne followed in after me, closing the door to ward away the cold.

“Oh, I want a bath,” Brandi groaned. She went straight for the stairs, carrying her roller suitcase with her.

“I’m all grimy, too,” Adrienne added. Then she stopped and giggled. “Wanna come join us, Ben?”

I groaned and scowled at my girlfriend. She knew full well I would never be able to get away with joining the girls for a bath in the middle of the day when the twins might be around.

But they weren’t around. Hell, it seemed like no one was around at all. I HAD driven pretty fast and gotten home earlier than expected, so maybe the rest of my family was out somewhere. I shooed Adrienne up the stairs and went further into the house, looking for signs of life.

And then I saw her. I hadn’t seen my sweet younger sister for months and I found that despite her potential to be manipulative and bratty, I missed her terribly. One of the kitchen’s lower cabinet doors was open and Brooke was bent over on all fours with her head inside while she dug around back there, perhaps pretending to search for something. While she did this, she was wriggling her ass quite suggestively in my direction.

I smirked. This was so like Brooke to greet me in this fashion. She was probably pretending not to have heard us come in, deliberately teasing me with this view. And as I stared at my sister’s perky, perfect ass in those skintight jeans, my mouth watered and I felt a chubby forming in my shorts. I could already imagine holding her hips while I plunged my dick repeatedly in and out of her juicing, tight teenage pussy. I could already hear her crying in ecstasy and yelling for her big brother to fuck her even harder.

So with a knowing smile on my face, I silently crept up behind her, sank to my knees behind her jeans-clad ass, grabbed her hips, and ground my erection against her firm buttcheeks.

“Eep!” came the girlish squeal, followed by a hard [thump] as she banged her head against one of the cabinet’s inner walls. And then she wriggled her ass tighter against the bulge in my jeans as she tried to back out and sit up straight at the same time.

And then she turned around. All color drained from my face and my erection faded in a split-second. “Oh, shit,” I grunted.

“Ben!” Eden smirked at me while rubbing her head. “What are you doing?”

I had to blink several times while staring in astonishment at my baby sister. She’d done some serious growing up in five months, as the main thrust of her growth spurt had hit. The face was still recognizable, but the body was far more developed than I’d last remembered. Even so, now that I got a clear look at her, I wondered how the hell I’d mistaken her for Brooke in the first place. I mean, sure, she was several inches taller and was wearing a bra, but she still had the skinny hips and beanpole frame of a girl still many years from full maturity.

“Ben!” a new voice chirped behind me. I turned just in time to see Emma launch herself at me, tackling me onto the kitchen’s hard tile floor so that I was flat on my back and she was sitting on my chest. I gaped in astonishment that my not-quite-13-year-old youngest sister was growing boobs of all things as she perched above me, looking down at me through the shallow cleavage in her T-shirt.

Eden giggled. “You just missed it, Em,” she informed her twin sister. “Ben was rubbing his thingy against my butt.”

“What?” Emma’s eyes went wide as she looked down on me. “Why would you do that?”

My jaw opened and closed a couple of times, but no words nor sounds came out. I just blinked repeatedly in absolute shock at what was going on.

Eden giggled. “I don’t think he realized it was me. I was in the cabinet trying to find the Christmas Tree-shaped cookie tin and he couldn’t see my face. He must’ve thought I was Brooke.”

I blinked again and managed to gurgle, “Where IS Brooke?”

Emma grinned down at me. “Last minute Christmas shopping with Mom and Dad. We stayed behind to bake some cookies.” Then she grinned and turned to her sister. “So how was it?”

“What? His thingy?” Eden arched an eyebrow.

Emma nodded.

Eden shrugged. “I dunno. I was too surprised to pay attention. It was hard, though.” My baby sister then turned to me. “Wanna try it again?”

“No!” I started pushing on Emma’s arms to get her off my chest and free myself. But my baby sister just pivoted and reached a hand down over my crotch, grabbing my limp penis through my jeans. “Hey!” I protested.

“Aww, he’s all soft already,” Emma whined.

“Can you get him hard again?” Eden chirped.

“No! No!” I protested, finally getting Emma off me. And then I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, ankles together, to prevent any further groping. “This is NOT appropriate,” I barked at my 12-year-old baby sisters.

“Why not?”

“You’re too young!” I insisted. “Hell, you’re not even teenagers yet!”

Eden and Emma grinned at each other knowingly before turning back to me. “We will be in five days.”

Ah, hell.

“So, I heard you got a little frisky with Eden this afternoon,” Brooke grinned at me. My little sister, now sixteen, had grown to 5’7”, although it looked like she would never reach Brandi’s 5’8”. But her curves were still filling out. After all, everyone in our family was a late bloomer. (Well, except for the twins, who were actually starting on time). Brooke already gotten a C-cup, bigger than Brandi despite being slightly shorter, and I wondered just how much more she had to grow.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I rolled my eyes away from her and glowered at the wall.

Brooke giggled and pushed herself deeper into the crevasse between my left arm and my chest, snuggling herself into my side while we watched TV. Meanwhile, Brandi and Adrienne were in the kitchen helping Mom make dinner and talking with Dad about Cal’s first winning football season in forever and their recent 30-7 shellacking of Stanford in The Big Game. Eden and Emma were off ... doing whatever. I didn’t want to know.

I took a deep breath. “So how are things going with Kenta?”

“Great, great. He’s a wonderful boyfriend. Jennifer and I have been keeping him busy.” Brooke giggled. “But don’t change the subject. Eden said she was on her knees, rummaging around the cabinets looking for a cookie tin. You crept up behind her, grabbed her hips, and started rubbing your bulge against her ass. Did you really do all that?”

I scrunched up my face and dropped my eyelids halfway, feeling like snarling. “I thought she was you,” I grunted.

“Well, I can sort of see that,” Brooke reasoned. “After all, the twins have grown up a LOT in the last few months. I don’t think any of us sprouted quite like that so fast. They’re 5’4” now, you know, and they’re not even thirteen. Sure, they’re skinny as twigs right now, but you know they’ll grow into their bodies.”

Hmph. If it were up to me, Eden and Emma would go back to being 7 years old and stay that way for the rest of their lives.

“But I wonder what was going through your head when you started rubbing yourself against her, Ben,” Brooke said softly, seductively, and right into my ear.

“Nothing,” I grunted.

“Are you sure?” Brooke husked from millimeters away. “If you really thought she was me, I can imagine what was going through your head. I’ll bet you were thinking of reaching around to deftly unzip her jeans and then slide them off her ass, taking her panties along with them.”

“Your jeans,” I clarified. “Not hers.”

“Whatever,” Brooke waved. “Just picture the girl. You’d see the creamy whiteness of her buttcheeks, completely untanned and with such soft, perfect skin. I’ll bet you’d leave the jeans around her knees, trapping her skinny legs together. Not a trace of fat on her, and you’d slide your hand between her thighs from behind to test the moisture of her pussy.”

“Brooke...” I groaned.

She pressed on. “Finding her already wet, you’d still reach your hand around to the front to give yourself a better angle at rubbing her clit and spreading honey all along her pussy lips while laying your big, thick, throbbing erection into the valley of her butt crack, giving yourself short thrusts against her asscheeks just because it felt so good.”

“Oh, Brooke...” I whimpered.

She continued in a quiet voice. “And while your right hand was busy stroking her clit, your left hand would glide forward along her stomach, slipping beneath her shirt until you could run your palm over her bra, tugging downward on the cup until her naked breast fell into your hand so you could rub her tender nipples raw with the coarseness of your manly skin.”

“Brooke, where did you learn to talk like this?” I groaned.

“Shh!” Brooke hissed. “And just when she started moaning as her orgasm approached, you’d drag your dick backwards, tugging it through her butt crack until just the tip was still touching her. And aiming it lower, you’d press your thick mushroom head against her wet pussy entrance, settling it against her tender hole, readying yourself to push inside that forbidden, incestuous place.”

“Oh, gawd...”

“Can you see it, Ben?”

“Fuckkk...” I muttered under my breath, praying no one was around to hear me.

“Let’s go.” Brooke sat up and grabbed my hand.

“Wha—?”

Brooke glanced to the kitchen, where sounds of the rest of our family chattering wafted out. And then her eyes fixed on me. “We’re going to go make that a reality, Ben. Or would you rather be left here imagining you were doing all that to Eden?”

I got up.

Less than three minutes later, behind the locked door of my bedroom, I rammed my hips forward one last time as I began hosing down Brooke’s innards, spraying my sperm into her forbidden, incestuous place.

Giggling and scooping jism up to her mouth with her own fingers, Brooke then kissed me and whispered, “Welcome home, big brother.”

On Tuesday’s Christmas Eve, by family tradition we all stayed home to hang out together. We found some movies on cable and I soon found myself on the big couch, surrounded by a LOT of sisters. Per usual, Eden and Emma were both using me as a backrest while I complained that they were REALLY too big to do so, especially since they’d sprouted. Brooke was in the wing chair. And both Adrienne and Brandi had propped pillows against the base of my couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back while Adrienne tilted her head to the side to rest it against my leg.

I’d spent a lot of time on this couch, and not only during the daytime. With the addition of Adrienne as an extra sibling, we’d found ourselves short 1 bed. Even though we were dating, our parents wouldn’t let me and Adrienne sleep together. So in the end, I, the lone male, wound up sleeping on the couch.

After three nights, my back was not happy. I pleaded with my mom, “Come ON. The twins already know Adrienne and I are having sex.” Heck, I was pretty sure the twins had heard me screwing Adrienne or Brandi or Brooke at some point during the last few days. Now that I knew that Eden and Emma had already eavesdropped on us the previous summer, I wasn’t quite so careful to obscure my sexual activities. But I wasn’t about to tell my mom that.

“No, Ben.” Mom put her foot down. “Whether the twins are aware of it or not, on principle we’re not going to make things blatantly obvious. This is still my house and my rules. You can keep it in your shorts until you get back to Berkeley.”

I just growled and walked away in resignation, lest I do something to make Mom reprimand me for the philandering I was already doing in her house.

Speaking of philandering, it was just after midnight on Christmas morning when we all finished opening up our first present. My siblings and parents retired to bed, and I decided to go prowling to open up another present. After all, I had a bit of built-up tension to release.

That night, I’d gotten cleaned out in family poker AGAIN. Seriously, who knew Adrienne was such a card shark? She bluffed out my dad first, swept through Mom, Brooke, Eden, and Emma, and then completed a rather vicious takedown of both Brandi and me. I’d been sooo close to beating her, but my girlfriend somehow managed to hide pocket aces on the final hand.

Anyways, I heard the shower turn off and then went upstairs to get in before anyone else did. And so I was clad just in a towel as I entered the upstairs hallway.

“Hiii, Tiger,” Adrienne’s voice came from the open door to my bedroom. Brandi had once again taken control of her own bedroom while Adrienne seemed perfectly happy in mine, and I turned to see my gorgeous girlfriend/sister laying face-down on top of my bed reading a magazine, her elbows propping her up and affording me a wonderful view of her cleavage. Her still-wet hair was slicked back and slightly darkened while it dried on the terrycloth bathrobe she wore.

Did I mention I loved the wet look?

Adrienne giggled. “You should probably get into the bathroom before someone sees that.” She nodded and I looked down to see that I was pitching quite the tent in my towel.

I chuckled. “Maybe I should have you do something about it first.”

Adrienne rolled her eyes and shooed me away. “Maybe after you’ve showered. I don’t sleep with bankrupt losers unless they’re clean.”

Ooh, a dig at my recent poker loss. I growled and for a moment, felt like going into the bedroom and playing dominant with my part-time submissive girlfriend; but I kept my ire in check and turned back to the bathroom...

... just in time to see the door close and hear the lock click. I rushed forward and jerked the knob. “Dammit! I called ‘Next’!”

“You took too long. Lost your turn!” Brandi called through the door, cackling maniacally.

I snorted and turned back to face Adrienne, murder in my eyes. And then my gorgeous blonde girlfriend merely got to her knees on the bed, pressed her wrists together and proffered them forward to me. “I am yours to take... sir...”

“Again,” Adrienne hissed, trying to keep her voice down.

[thwack]

“Again!”

[thwack]

“One more!”

[THWACK!]

“Nnnghhh!!!” Adrienne gritted her teeth to try and restrain her scream. The twins were probably asleep, but I wasn’t really worried about them hearing anymore. However, we didn’t want Mom and Dad to come investigating what was going on, especially since we hadn’t taken the time to even close the door.

Adrienne’s head was vibrating as she tried to hold herself together while it felt like she was coming apart from the inside. The orgasm swept through her body, causing her hips to quake at least an 8.0 on the Richter scale, my dick happily trapped inside her clenching cunt. I squeezed the flesh of her asscheeks in my hands, holding on for the ride before exhaling and feeling my dick release my creamy load into the depths of her womb.

“Ahhh...” Adrienne sighed in complete satisfaction once her climax passed. She wriggled her hips, feeling my cum soaking into her body as she let her face and chest collapse down onto the bed. “Just what I needed. Fast and dirty.”

I grunted and nodded, breathing heavily myself. We’d taken less than ten minutes, just a quickie. And it was just what the both of us wanted.

“Merry Christmas, Tiger,” Adrienne grinned.

I chuckled. “Best present I’ve gotten so far.”

“Only so far,” Brandi’s voice cut in from behind me. “There’re still more than 23 hours left.”

I turned around and my eyes bugged open at what my older sister was wearing. More specifically, I was staring at what Brandi was not wearing. The towel was wrapped around her head, held in place by her hands as she finished tucking her hair into the thick cotton. That left the rest of her body completely bare, her round tits pulled high up with her posture, dark nipples erect and standing out over the small areolas. Her feet were planted just wider than her hips, opening up her bare-shaven pussy just enough to let me see some pink. And even though I’d cum just minutes before, I felt a fresh rise in my cock at the view.

Brandi let her eyes trail down my own naked body, her gaze lingering on my abs and my half-hard cock still wet with Adrienne’s fluids. She smirked, and then without another word, my older sister strode confidently to her bedroom.

My eyes tracked Brandi moving away as I went to the doorway, turning to watch my sister’s dimpled backside sway seductively left and right with each step. And just when she crossed into her own bedroom, the beautiful 20-year-old brunette spun around, giving me a long look at her front side, and then she slowly closed the door.

I didn’t start breathing again until the latch made it’s final [click].

And then a second [click] got my attention. I knew it had come from the bathroom and I spun around in a panic, seeing that the bathroom door was once again closed to me. I rushed forward and jerked the knob. “Dammit! No!”

Brooke giggled from the other side and I let out a loud groan. Then behind me, Brandi popped her bedroom door open once again. “Brooke sneak in front of you?”

“Gawddamn sisters,” I growled. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten shower-jacked TWICE.

Brandi gave me a pitying look and then she came back out, this time with the towel around her torso, obscuring all her goodies. Apparently she’d already unwrapped it from her head. Then my older sister went to the door and knocked twice before calling, “Brooke?”

“Yeah?” our younger sister replied from inside the bathroom.

Brandi grinned at me while calling through the door, “What do you say you and I help Ben get cleaned up tonight?”

All was quiet for about two seconds, and then the door flung open and my 16-year-old little sister was jerking on my hands with pure delight in her eyes. “This is gonna be FUN!”

“Shh,” Brandi held a finger to her lips while Brooke pulled me into the bathroom. “You don’t want us to get caught.” But despite her warning tone, Brandi was all smiles as she dropped the towel once again to the floor.

Brooke was right. It WAS fun.

Christmas was its usual flurry of activity. We exchanged an abundance of presents with the usual assortment of DVDs, video games, books, and clothes. Mom and Dad even unveiled matching T-shirts that said, “Proud Mom (or Dad) of SIX children.” Adrienne seemed especially touched to be included.

The phone lines were jammed as our parents made various calls to friends and family to wish them Merry Christmas. My sisters, including Adrienne, made a variety of calls on their cell phones. Even the twins had little silver flip-phones that seemed glued to their ears.

And I had a call to make as well, to Dawn. We chatted for close to an hour while she filled me in on the antics of Dayna, DJ, and her parents. She swore that for some reason, Dayna always reverted back to acting like a 12-year-old in the family home. I commented that if she was anything like Eden or Emma, actual 12-year-olds, she had to be a handful.

After Dawn, I set the phone aside. But calls found me as Megan Kwan and Cassidy O’Leary both called just to say Merry Christmas. We caught up about school life and promised to get the old gang back together before New Year’s. Megan asked if I’d already talked to Daniel Chen or Kenny Doyle, but I just snorted. “We’re guys. We don’t ... chat.”

Megan groaned and promised she’d field marshal everyone into getting together.

Everything was proceeding normally, just like every Christmas.

And then she arrived.

“Hi, Miss McNeil!” Emma said brightly as she opened the door to our neighbor.

The mere sound of her name sent shivers down my spine and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I didn’t fear her, not in the slightest. But I was nervous.

Intellectually, I had known this day would come. Ever since Keira had first asked me her “special favor” back in August, I knew I would have to see her again, even though we hadn’t spoken even once since I left for college. And as the sounds of Keira greeting Emma and then chatting amiably with my parents came through the house and into my ears, I forced myself to stand up and turn around to look at her.

At almost the exact same moment, she flicked her gaze over to me. And I was suddenly rooted to the floor.

Still a few months shy of her thirty-first birthday, Keira McNeil was just as gorgeous as ever. Her pale green eyes burned brightly as she looked at me, brilliant against her pale skin amidst the backdrop of her dark brown hair which flowed nicely over her shoulders. Uncontrollably, my eyes dropped lower, skipping past her nice cleavage and full bosom to her belly, which she held absent-mindedly with one hand.

It was still flat.

I blinked, refocusing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. Yeah, flat belly. I wasn’t sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved.

Perhaps sensing my thoughts, a little smile came onto Keira’s face. And then she nodded to something my mom said before turning toward me. I stayed rooted in place, watching as she approached me.

In the intervening two-and-a-half years since my beautiful, widowed neighbor first took my virginity, she’d seemed to have put on just a few pounds, but all of it in the right places. Her bosom seemed a tad fuller. Her hips a little wider. But overall she was still slender and stunning, her natural beauty enhanced by the memories of a young teenager worshipping her from afar.

Without a word, Keira opened her arms to me and I finally took a step forward, enfolding her in a warm hug. Once, long ago, I’d been a short, 5’2” 15-year-old with my eyes on an even level with Miss McNeil’s tits. Now, I was 6’0” and I wrapped the shorter, older woman in my arms, hugging her tightly to my chest. “Merry Christmas, Miss McNeil.”

“Merry Christmas, Ben.”

I pulled back so we were an arm’s length apart, my hands on her hips and hers on my shoulders. I glanced down between us and shrugged. “So you didn’t... ?” I asked softly.

Keira smiled demurely and shook her head. “I’m still waiting for another chance with you.”

“You want me to what?” I blurted, my eyes blinking rapidly and my breathing coming in short, desperate bursts.

Keira waited for me patiently, a serene expression on her face. And when it seemed like I wasn’t about to freak out again, she calmly repeated, “I want you to give me a baby.”

My eyes fluttered and I took a deep breath. A hand came up to cover my gaping mouth and I sat heavily against the backrest in shock. “You’re serious.”

She nodded and sipped her tea. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and when she set the mug back down onto the coffee table she confirmed, “I’m serious.”

“You really want to have a child?”

“I’m not getting any younger, Ben. I’m already 30.”

“Thirty’s not that old. Didn’t Madonna just have a kid at 42 or something?”

“It’s possible, but there are more complications the older a woman gets, especially with a first child. I’ve still got time, but I don’t really want to wait much longer. I used to think I’d have two kids before I turned 30.”

“But I thought you wanted to be married again first.” I arched an eyebrow. “The whole family thing, husband and all.”

Keira sighed. “It’s not easy. Not many men can measure up to Colin. Sean, my last boyfriend, seemed like he would have been the one, but in the end it didn’t work out.”

“Then try again. It’s not like you’re meeting nobody but losers.”

Keira shook her head. “Maybe. But I don’t want to put my motherhood on hold any longer. Even if I met a guy tomorrow, I wouldn’t know enough about him to get married for at least two more years. And it’ll probably be longer than that.”

“But you’ll be a single mother.”

She nodded. “I know. I’m ready. Colin’s life insurance will be plenty. The house is paid for. And my job is very flexible. I have the time and the resources to do this, even without a man’s help.”

“But having a kid will put a big dent in your dating life.”

Keira shrugged. “I want to be a mother more than I want to be a wife. And if a man were truly right for me, he would accept my child.”

I winced and looked away, wracking my brain for other issues. But the fact was, Keira had clearly thought this through and made up her mind. That left only one major question: “Why me?”

Keira tilted her head to the side, a hopeful smile on her face. “Because you are you, Ben.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that if I really want to do this before getting married, I only have two options. One, I can go to a sperm bank and pick a donor out of a book. But the more I think about it, the more I don’t want to go that route. I mean, I’m sure there are some wonderful guys who donate; but when I think of all the men I know, the only ones I can imagine actually donating are kind of creepy. They may have some good physical characteristics, but I can never be sure of their mental state.”

I grimaced and nodded. Exactly what type of guy would donate sperm? I wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

“Or two,” Keira continued. “I can ask someone I know. And at the top of that list is you, Ben.”

I shook my head and repeated that critical question. “Why me?”

“Because I want a man who has good qualities that would pass on to my children. You’re intelligent, tall, handsome, gentle, and kind. You have a good heart. You’re a good man, Ben. And I’ve said it many times: if you were ten years older I would never want to let you go.”

“You must know some other good men.”

“Some,” Keira conceded. “But there are other complications. The first thing is: a man my age is a man mature enough to be a father, which would mean some serious question of whether he would want to be a father to my child. It couldn’t work.”

“What if I wanted to be a father to my child?”

Keira blinked and canted her head. “Would you? You’re eighteen, Ben. You have your whole life ahead of you. And I wouldn’t hold you responsible in any way. I wouldn’t even list you on any documents. Like I said, I’m well-provided for. I just need your genetic material, Ben. I don’t need a partner to raise a child with. I just need you, and I know this is a very special favor I’m asking.”

I bit my lip nervously. This all just seemed so ... unreal. I started thinking of the logistics of things and I picked my head up. “So, uh, would you need me to go to a lab somewhere? How would that sort of thing work, anyways? I mean—”

Keira chuckled, a smile coming to her face as she realized I was turning the corner from whether I would do it to how I would do it. She folded her hands over her lap demurely and explained, “If that’s the way you want, Ben. A fertility clinic has these rooms you can go into with some videos and magazines and you could jerk off into a cup. Or you could do it at home and drive it in.”

I winced. It all seemed so ... weird.

“Or,” Keira continued, locking her pale green eyes on me. “Ben, I would be very happy to do this the old-fashioned way.”

My chest tightened. To be honest, the very instant she’d mentioned me giving her a baby, my head went straight to sex. I hadn’t been intimate with Keira in a year and a half, back even before Adrienne blackmailed me into sleeping with her the very first time. But I’d never seriously thought she would want to re-start our sexual relationship. I had been an underage fling and that was that. “Are you serious?” I asked softly.

Keira nodded, a gleam in her eyes. “You’re legal now, Ben. I don’t have a boyfriend; and actually I haven’t gotten laid since Sean and I broke up. I have very fond memories of you, Ben. Such passion and energy. And I must admit, I’m very, very curious to find out what else you’ve learned since we were last together.”

My breath was coming in shorter gasps and I felt my boxers tightening. I saw the flush of pink in her cheeks and the soft pant in her exhalation while her lips parted fractionally. Keira leaned forward, and with the top two buttons of her blouse undone, the fabric fell away from her body to expose the deep line of her cleavage to my hungry eyes. And then she continued, “I’d rather have sex with you, Ben. I want to feel that thick, hard dick of yours all the way inside me. I’ll bet it’s gotten even bigger than I remember. You’ve certainly grown into more of a man from the 16-year-old boy I first seduced. I want to feel you hovering over my chest while your hips drive powerfully into my willing body. Please, Ben?”

My jaw quivered.

“I’m fertile right now, Ben. I should be in my peak fertility for the next four days or so. And if you’re willing, I’d like to get as much of your sperm into me as possible from now until then, if not longer.”

My chest was rising and falling now, nerves making me slightly twitchy. If this were just about sex, that would be one thing. But the concept of a pregnancy frightened the crap out of me. What did I know about actually getting someone pregnant? In practice, it would be so easy to do. But did I really understand all the consequences?

“Keira ... I’m not sure...” I managed to croak.

She seemed to deflate a little. But she nodded her head, as if expecting this. “I knew it was too much to hope you would just go for it. But I did expect some concerns. Let me help. Tell me what’s got you worried.”

“I just don’t know that I can make a decision this ... BIG ... without thinking it over.”

Keira took a deep breath, calming herself. “I understand. Like I said, I’ve got several days. We don’t have to decide anything right now.”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“I know. And I’ve seen how important you are in Adrienne’s life. She lived directly across from me and she’s changed so much with you. And if it’s a fidelity thing, I can certainly live with test tubes and artificial insemination.”

I winced. “Actually, I don’t even think that’s a problem. Adrienne and I are pretty ... open...” I barked a short laugh, feeling a quick release of tension as a new idea popped into my head. “You’re not bisexual, are you, Keira?”

The beautiful 30-year-old woman backed her head up in surprise. “What?”

I shook my head wryly. “Adrienne’s thing. The gateway to my cock is through her pussy. If anything, she’d insist on joining in.”

Keira blinked in surprise. “Uh, not really bisexual, no. But honestly, Ben, I’m not averse to the idea if that’s what’s needed.” It was her turn to chuckle. “And I did have a few adventures in college.”

Feeling a little more relaxed, I nevertheless didn’t totally feel comfortable. “I just ... I’m not sure, Keira. Could I really live my life knowing you’d borne me a child, and NOT be involved in that child’s life? That would forever be stuck in the back of my head.”

Keira took a deep breath. “You know, at first I thought of doing it all without your knowledge. I’d have a casual boyfriend and make him wear condoms. And then I’d seduce you, get pregnant, and you’d think it was his all along. You’d never have known.”

I grimaced. “I don’t like the sound of that kind of deception.”

“I didn’t either,” Keira sighed. “I couldn’t do it to you, Ben. Not without your knowledge. And besides, it wouldn’t be practical. There’s no guarantee you’d knock me up without some serious, sustained effort. Even if we did this every day this week, there’s less than a 50-50 chance of me getting pregnant. And that’s assuming there are no other medical complications.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Really.” She exhaled slowly. “But it’s a chance I want to take. The clock is ticking for me.”

I shrugged. “So what if you don’t take this month? I’m still leaving for college.”

Keira smiled. “Then I’d see you in December when you come back.”

I blinked several times, weighing everything. Keira remained silent, letting me mull over the situation. But even still, this wasn’t something I could decide right away. “I have to go home a think about it,” I said apologetically.

“You sure?” Keira asked weakly, but hopefully. “THIS doesn’t seem to want to think about it.” She patted my bulge while leaning forward again to offer me a fresh glimpse of her cleavage.

I grimaced and forced away the flush of sexual adrenaline that shot through my spine. My lower lip quivered and I calmed my breathing. “Keira. Please.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She backed away and exhaled. “I understand. Go home and think about it.”

I nodded and started to get up. But I stopped myself and turned back to her. “I’m assuming this is the sort of thing you’d want to keep private, even from my mom.”

Keira winced, but nodded in confirmation. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I understand.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Keira stayed and chatted with the family for a couple of hours. Like every year, Mom invited her to stay for dinner. And like every year, she declined and explained that she would be having dinner with her mom in Pasadena.

But before she left, Keira asked my mom if I could walk her home. She just wanted to talk to me.

Mom smiled but had just a trace of tightness in her eyes as she told me, “Don’t take too long, Ben.” There was a light warning in her tone, and I knew I would have to return before Mom began to suspect I was having sex with my beautiful, older neighbor.

After I’d turned her down in August, Keira had said she would go to the sperm bank to get inseminated. But her flat belly had seemed to indicate otherwise and while I’d wanted to ask her in detail what was going on, I didn’t have the opportunity with so many people in the house. But the instant we were out on the sidewalk and alone, I asked the question that had been bugging me all night.

“So you never went to the sperm bank?”

“No.” Keira shook her head in the negative. “And I won’t. I’m just not comfortable with it.”

I took a deep breath. “And you never found another donor from someone you know?”

Keira glanced downward. “I’m sorry to put this on you, Ben. But it’s you or no one. I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been off my birth control for six months and haven’t had sex with anyone since Sean and if you turn me down again, I...” she took a deep breath. “I guess that’s just my fate.”

Now I felt REALLY guilty. Was it really such a big deal to me? This was a life-changing thing for Keira, and I had the power to do it for her. I still loved her, in a way. I wasn’t IN love with her, but I would never forget my first and I would always love her for what she’d done for me.

“Please, Ben.” Keira clutched my arm tightly. “I’ll be ovulating next week. For me, Ben. Please?”

I knew it would come back to this. I took a deep breath and turned to her. “Keira, I’m sorry, but I can’t. I told you why when I had to refuse in August.”

She deflated visibly. “I was hoping you might have changed your mind. And we can practice from now until next week. Maybe my egg will come early?”

I sighed and shook my head. “The reasons haven’t changed.”

“But you said yourself you could live with me having your child.”

I closed my eyes and nodded. Everything had come out the very next day back in August when I’d returned to tell her ‘no’. “I could live with it. I care about you a great deal Keira and if it was just about me, I would happy to do this for you.”

“That’s all that should matter.”

“But it isn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to the rest of my family. How could I hide from my parents that they had a grandchild?”

She shook her head. “It wouldn’t really be THEIR grandchild. It would just be my child. I just need your genetics, Ben, not your family connections.”

I shook my head. “You can’t undo the blood.” I took a deep breath and stopped in front of her porch. “And there’s more than that now, Keira, something else I decided more recently.”

Her green eyes were dull and she took her own deep breath, calming herself before asking, “What?”

“I LOVE Adrienne, Keira. I can imagine being married to her someday, maybe even right after we graduate from college.” I held Keira’s hands in my own and stared into her eyes, willing her to understand. This woman had given me so much thoughtful, mature advice; she HAD to understand my reasoning

“I want my wife to bear my children, Keira. And how could I tell her that I’d fathered a child before her? How could I tell my wife that? Hiding a grandchild from my parents is one thing. Yeah, for them, maybe I could think it’s just a sperm donation. But to hide a child from my wife? I couldn’t do it. I won’t do it. Do you understand?”

Keira shrank, all remaining life flooding out of her. She let out a long exhalation, air whistling out through her lips for what seemed like forever before she stopped and bowed her head. She was silent for a long while, looking so visibly crushed that I stepped forward and hugged her, feeling the small tremors throughout her body as she tried valiantly not to cry.

In the end, Keira just picked her head up and stared into my eyes, nodding slowly. “I understand. It’s not the outcome I might have wanted, but I do understand, Ben.” Her voice cracked. “Your reasons are very valid, and I’m proud of you.”

“Proud of me?”

She smiled. “You’re finally becoming the mature man I knew you could be. Most 18-year-old boys would have jumped at the chance to knock me up, consequences be damned. Hell, 16-year-old Ben would have done it three seconds after I first asked. But you thought it through and considered how it would impact your future.”

Her words said she was proud of me. Her face said she was crushed, with the moisture in her eyes to prove it.

“I’m so sorry, Keira.”

“It’s okay.” She inhaled, stood up, and seemed to regain her previous stature. “It’s okay. I knew this was a longshot at best, especially after you turned me down in August. I guess I just held out some small hope that you would change your mind. It IS, after all, my only real chance at a child.”

The guilt slammed back into me. “Keira, I’m sorry.”

Keira shook her head. “Don’t be. What is meant to be is what is meant to be.” She got on her tiptoes, pulled my head down, and kissed me softly. I felt a surge of warmth pass from her body into mine through our lips. Then she turned and went into her house, but not before I saw the first tear roll down her cheek.

I’d hurt Keira. Yeah, I thought I’d made the right decision, but I cared deeply for her. This one thing could have given her so much happiness, literally changed her life. Didn’t she deserve that from me? Hadn’t she changed my life so much for the better? I simply wouldn’t have been the sexual creature I was if it wasn’t for her teachings. I would not have lived my extraordinary life if it wasn’t for her. Didn’t she deserve something back from me? If I was capable of doing this special favor for her, shouldn’t I?

“You should do it, you know.”

“Huh?” I was sitting on a bench on the back patio, holding a steaming mug of hot apple cider in my hands while staring off at nothing. My jacket was pulled around me to ward away the cold.

Adrienne giggled and rubbed my leg while she sat down beside me, wearing her own warm jacket and holding her own steaming mug. The two of us were the only ones outside, and the sliding door was closed, so she felt free to speak candidly. “Miss McNeil. She wants you. I can tell. And you looked like you were trying to decide if you should sleep with her.”

I arched my eyebrow in surprise.

My gorgeous girlfriend grinned and tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ears. “I know everything, remember?”

You don’t know this, I thought.

“So when was the last time you boinked her?”

“Who, Keira?”

Adrienne nodded.

I exhaled. “Before you seduced me the very first time. You saw us and then blackmailed me into fucking you, remember?”

Adrienne giggled, looking off into the distance as if she could peer back into the past. “That feels like AGES ago. We were both different people then.”

I sighed. “Yeah...”

“So you should do it.”

I smiled wryly. Adrienne didn’t know what she was suggesting. “Ah, I don’t think she’s bisexual, Adrienne.”

“Neither was Allie. Nor Helene. Nor Stephanie.” My girlfriend giggled. “But that’s not a big deal in this case. Miss McNeil’s got a prior claim on you and I’m not going to make her be with me just to be with you. After all, in a strange way, I owe her for providing me the leverage to be with you in the first place.”

I shook my head, thinking of all the twists and turns that had brought us to this point. I sighed. “It’s not that simple, Adrienne.”

My girlfriend shrugged and held my arm. “Maybe. I don’t pretend to know what kind if history you two have. But just know that it’s okay with me if you visit her while we’re here. Okay?”

I tried to take Adrienne’s offer for what it was and just nodded. “Okay. Thanks, Adrienne.”

Her hazel eyes twinkled. “Just gimme details if you do.”

I slept fitfully, simultaneously horny and feeling guilty all night. My mind swirled with thoughts of Keira and her unusual request. A part of me had hoped the issue would just go away with time, but five months later, it clearly hadn’t. I was torn between my old lust for the beautiful older woman and my hesitance to get involved in a potential pregnancy I couldn’t possibly comprehend.

It didn’t help that the couch really wasn’t that comfortable, preventing me from falling into a truly deep sleep. I woke up several times for no apparent reason before twisting positions and trying to fade into unconsciousness again.

But then I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” a girl moaned and I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into somebody’s throat. She took it like a trooper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-haired head bobbing up and down in my lap before my heavy eyelids closed themselves. I was sooo exhausted, feeling like I hadn’t gotten ANY sleep at all. And right in this moment, I would like nothing better than to bust my nut into my sister’s throat and go right back to sleep.

“So good...” I groaned and reached my hand down to touch her head. I felt the silky locks of my sister’s hair, running my fingers through her scalp while my eyes remained closed and I surrendered to the immense pleasure she was producing in me. I wasn’t even sure if it was Brandi or Brooke yet.

Maybe it was both. I felt my cock being pulled out of her mouth and for a moment, there were too many hands on my shaft as I was tilted downward just a bit and then a different mouth surrounded my prick. I groaned in blissful ecstasy as the second girl moved down until my cock hit the entrance to her throat, then she pulled back and returned downward, fucking me with her mouth.

My head lolled to the side as I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. The girls passed me back and forth a few times while I simply enjoyed their oral attentions. Normally I could identify which girl was which by their technique, but my brain was so much leftover mush that I didn’t even bother to attempt identification.

And then I felt the telltale buildup of pressure in my balls, I groaned just once in warning, and began blasting my load with extreme force into the hot sucking mouth.

“Aack!” the girl choked and pulled off my prick. Her hand reflexively squeezed tighter while she continued pumping the shaft. And I felt even more jets of cum firing upwards into the air. My cock was angled just a bit to the right, off the edge of the couch toward the girl who’d been sucking me, and I didn’t feel any of my jism splatter back onto me.

“Eeep!” the second girl squealed as I continued firing pearly ropes. “It’s getting everywhere!” she chattered excitedly.

Then the pitch of the voices caught my attention. I was still half-dead to the world, but a warning bell went off in the back of my head and I pried my eyes open, horror spreading across my face.

Both my sisters turned to look at me, pleased expressions on their faces. The one nearest to me had several splatters of cum painting her from cheeks to chin; and she absolutely beamed, quite proud of herself. She brushed her bangs back from her face and her eyes twinkled with delight. “That was so cool!”

“Eden!” I hissed at my baby sister, open shock on my face. “What the hell did you do?”

“What does it look like I did?” my baby sister said brightly before scooping a dollop of jism off her cheek and popping it into her mouth. “Brooke was right. It doesn’t taste bad at all.”

“Lemme taste! Lemme taste!” Emma was right beside her, eagerly reaching out to scrape some cum off Eden’s cheek and then popping it into her mouth as well.

“Brooke said you get it however you can, but it’s much better directly from the source,” Eden said matter-of-factly.

In response, Emma nodded and reached for my dick again.

“Emma! Emma!” I exclaimed in a panic as I batted her hands away from my groin.

“Aww. No fair! Eden got to taste it directly!”

“I only got one shot,” Eden sighed. “I couldn’t taste it very well. We have to do it again.”

“NO!” I hissed, only now thinking to keep my voice down. Our parents slept like the dead, but I would be dead if they actually woke up and came downstairs.

“Aww, why not?” Emma pouted.

“BECAUSE! You’re not supposed to be doing this!” I bit out rather harshly.

“But I wanna play with it!”

“My dick is not a toy!” I hurriedly tucked myself back into my pajamas, removing my pecker from view.

“But—”

“Emma, NO! Ohmigod!” I blurted in exasperation. “What did you girls just do? Oh-my-fucking-GAWD! This isn’t happening!”

“It already happened,” Eden pointed out.

“Why did you do this? You didn’t even ASK me!”

Emma shrugged and looked at Eden. Eden turned to me and shrugged as well. “Brooke said you’d probably freak out. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. She said you’d NEVER give us permission.”

I blinked in absolute shock and awe at my baby twin sisters. “Oh. My. GAWD!” I groaned and put my hands over my head. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening...”

Eden just turned away, grabbing some tissues off the coffee table to clean up her face. I tried not to look. After all, it was MY cum drying on my baby sister’s face. “You’re just little girls...” I moaned.

“We’re thirteen!” Emma protested vehemently. “We’re grown up!”

“You’re NOT grown up! You only turned thirteen...” I wracked my brain for the date. “TODAY! Like five hours ago!”

Emma nodded. “Brooke said we had to wait for our birthday. Only teenagers are old enough to have sex. Even blowjobs.”

“Who made that rule?”

Eden and Emma looked at each other. “Uh, Brooke did. We wanted to try this last summer but she made us wait.”

“New rule! You have to be ... sixteen! No, eighteen!”

Eden rolled her eyes. “Brooke said she first did it to you when she was fourteen. And you didn’t even let her make you squirt. You let US make you squirt.”

“I didn’t know it was you!”

Emma shrugged. “But you seemed to like it. So we did good for our first time? I was really, really nervous.”

“We’re NOT talking about this.”

“We already are, Ben,” Eden pointed out.

I buried my face in my palms. “This is not happening ... This is not happening...”

Eden sighed. “Let’s go, Em. I think Ben needs some time to think. Brooke was right. He really IS freaking out.”

This was SO wrong.

“I’m all squishy now,” Emma said. “Wanna lick each other?”

So, SO wrong.

I was in complete shock for the rest of the day. I avoided my baby sisters like the plague, only interacting with them enough to keep Mom from getting suspicious. The LAST thing I needed was for her to start questioning what had happened between me and the twins.

Fortunately, Mom was too busy running around for the twins’ birthday party. Brandi and Adrienne were helping out as well, but my girlfriend picked up on my mood along the way.

While the girls played around and I sat in a corner of the living room by myself, Adrienne quietly came up to me and sat in my lap, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “Hey, Tiger. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” I stared off into space, sipping my coke and mentally flogging myself. How could I have let this happen? Why had my body betrayed me? Why hadn’t I stopped it before it got out of hand?

Adrienne didn’t buy it. She stroked my cheek and tenderly asked, “Ben, what happened?”

I turned my head away from her hand. I didn’t deserve to be tenderly stroked. I’d let two barely 13-year-old girls suck me off. My baby sisters no less. I was lower than cow dung. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“I DON’T want to talk about it.”

“Ben, something happened,” Adrienne said seriously. “You can tell me anything.”

How could I tell her? How could I tell a young woman who had been sexually abused as a child that I let two 13-year-old girls suck me off? Hell, if they’d done it six hours earlier, they’d have been TWELVE. I was the adult. I was responsible. Adrienne would never forgive me.

“No. Nothing happened,” I said sternly.

“Ben—”

“NOTHING. HAPPENED.” Was I convincing her? Or convincing myself? Maybe both.

“Come on, Ben! Adrienne!” Brandi was standing over by the sliding door. “The twins are opening presents. Did you already get the girls something?”

“Ben already gave us a present!” Eden chirped from behind Brandi.

“But only one,” Emma complained with a twinkle in her eye. “He has to give us the other one before the end of the day!”

So, SO wrong.

Where had I gone wrong? Yeah, Eden and Emma weren’t actually my children or anything, but I felt like I’d had a very strong hand in raising them since their infancy. I still remembered their tiny hands wrapped around my fingers when I was just 6 years old while they sat in their side-by-side bouncers. I remembered giving them horsy rides around the carpeted family room. I remembered carrying them on my shoulders around Disneyland because they wanted to see over the crowds. They were my little girls. My little angels...

... and I’d defiled them.

In all fairness, was it really my fault? I was asleep, unconscious when the girls did it to me.

But I should have woken up. I should have stopped them. This HAD happened once before. Brooke had pulled the same stunt when she was fourteen. But I’d stopped her and held her at bay until finally taking her virginity at fifteen when we were all at camp. She’d had more time to think about it and consider everything. No matter what, Eden and Emma were barely teenagers and couldn’t possibly have the mental maturity to understand what they were doing. They were curious, and BROOKE told them it would be easier to ask forgiveness than permission.

Brooke was right about one thing, I NEVER would have given the twins permission. But she still shouldn’t have told the girls to just molest me in my sleep.

“Gawd dammit!” I hissed under my breath as I jerked to my feet.

Mom poked her head out of the kitchen. “Ben?”

I looked up, feeling embarrassed for my momentary outburst. “Uh, nothing.” Then I glanced outside, where the birthday party was winding down and Brandi, Adrienne, and Brooke had started the cleanup. I set my jaw, and with murder in my eyes I strode out the door and made a beeline for my younger sister.

“Hey!” Brooke chirped in mild pain when I roughly grabbed her arm.

“We need to talk. NOW.”

Brooke took one look at my eyes and went quietly, letting me more or less drag her inside the house and up the stairs. Brandi and Adrienne looked after me with curious expressions, but neither made a move to follow us.

A minute later, I locked my bedroom door and glared at Brooke. Clearly, she recognized we weren’t up here to have sex. In fact, she looked rather frightened of me in this moment. There was fire in my eyes and ice in my veins; and my muscles flexed in anticipation of destroying something. I don’t think I had ever been this mad at her.

“What did you tell the twins?” I raged in tone but not in volume. I think the quietness of my voice unnerved Brooke even more.

“So I guess they did it, huh?” she smiled weakly. “They get further than me?”

I set my jaw and looked away. She’d find out from the twins eventually, anyways. “I was exhausted. I didn’t even open my eyes.”

“So they did get further.”

“They finished me off.”

“Really?” Brooke’s eyes popped open. “Wow.”

“This is NOT impressive!” I barked. “Why did you put them up to it?”

“Me? Hell, I didn’t put them up to it,” Brooke stated defensively. “I was all I could do to hold them off this long. They’re curious, Ben.”

“Those girls knew WAY more of what to do than mere curiosity.”

My little sister shrugged. “So I gave them a few blowjob tips. And who better to practice on than you?”

“They’re TWELVE!”

“Thirteen,” Brooke corrected.

“BARELY.”

She just shrugged. “I had to give them something. If it wasn’t you, they’d have gone after this Sergio Lopez kid.”

“Would YOU have at their age?”

“No. But then I was still scared of sex. The twins aren’t. They’re a little reckless, actually. They want me to tell them and show them EVERYTHING. And yes, I honestly think they’d have gone after Sergio if you turned them down.”

I sighed and started pacing. Where had I gone wrong? Even if they weren’t my children, I HAD done my best to be a big brother, to teach them, and to raise them well. Yeah, I hadn’t wanted to talk about sex with them because I thought they were too young for it. Hell, I didn’t have a clue about sex when I was thirteen. I was still practically taking showers with Dawn at camp at that age.

But then again, Dawn and I HAD been playing the show me yours game for years before that. She’d seen all of me and I’d seen all of her many, many times. I hadn’t been overly curious because Dawn gave me all the new information I needed.

The twins didn’t have that. Was it only natural for them to be curious?

Hell. If I couldn’t even keep the twins from getting involved in sex before they were ready for it, how was I going to figure this out when I had children of my own? How do parents do it? How did my parents SLEEP at night knowing what Brandi, me, and Brooke were up to.

“C’mon, Ben,” Brooke said softly. “Better you than some boy at school. Right? I know I’m more relaxed knowing the twins got to you for this first experience instead of fumbling around somewhere with Sergio Lopez.”

“I never wanted this for them,” I said mournfully.

“I know. That’s why I told them you’d never give permission. You’re still wrapped up into thinking this is somehow your fault, aren’t you? Well it’s not, Ben. I knew what I was doing when I tried to seduce you. The twins know what they’re doing to. You’re not forcing anybody. But it IS what is best for them.”

“They’re so young.”

Brooke shrugged. “They grew up with three older siblings who were pretty sexually active, right in this house. They couldn’t help but learn more at a younger age than us.”

“Isn’t this EXACTLY why Mom wanted us to keep things secret from them until they were older?”

Brooke canted her head. “Maybe. But Pandora’s box is already open.”

I smirked and turned back to look at my sister. “Pandora’s Box?”

Brooke grinned. “Yeah. We just did Greek Mythology in class.”

I shook my head and sighed. I had to figure out what to do from here on out. “Brooke, are you sleeping with them?”

She shook her head. “No. But I’ve been there when they were doing each other. They actually started that without me. Masturbating themselves turned into masturbating each other. They figured out to lick each other on their own. So when I found out, I gave them a few pointers. But no, I haven’t joined them. I figured they were too young myself.”

“You were right.”

“But that’s changing very quickly, Ben. They’re growing up and they’re growing boobs and pubic hair and everything. They’re developing faster than Brandi or I did.”

I sighed. “Don’t remind me. If I had my way they’d be 7-year-olds forever.”

Brooke shrugged. “Life happens. Things change.”

I exhaled slowly. My anger with Brooke was completely gone. It wasn’t really her fault. I nodded and conceded, “Okay, Brooke. Okay.” Then I turned for the door.

“So Ben...” she began, leaning back and thrusting her tits upwards. “Since we’re up here, maybe we could—”

“Brooke,” I warned sternly.

“Okay, okay,” she conceded as she got up. But she winked at me as she went out the door.

I sighed. Little sisters could be such PAINS.

Late at night, I was expecting it when the twins came downstairs to my couch. Brandi and Adrienne had sensed I was in a weird mood all day and didn’t make any seduction attempts. Brooke stayed away as well. And sure enough, after all the showers were done and all three older girls were in their rooms upstairs, two just barely 13-year-old little sisters arrived in the family room well past their bedtime.

I sighed and sat up on the couch, patting the cushions on either side of me. It wasn’t like I could sleep anyways. Eden and Emma quickly settled onto the couch, hugging me from both sides with their heads resting on my shoulders.

“I keep forgetting how much you two have grown,” I said softly. “I still remember when you both fit underneath my armpits.”

The girls giggled and Eden spoke up first. “We’re growing boobs, too. Wanna see?”

I sighed. “Not really, kiddo.”

“I’m not a kiddo anymore, Ben. I’m a growing young woman,” Eden replied proudly.

“You’ll always be a kiddo to me. Even when you’re forty.” I raised my hand and gave my baby sister a noogie, rubbing my knuckles lightly into her head. She giggled and tried to bat my hand away.

At almost the same time, Emma slid her hand around my waist and to my crotch.

“Hey! Hey!” I pulled her hand back.

Emma sighed. “You’re not comfortable with us doing this, are you? You still think we’re too young.”

“You ARE too young, Emma.”

“Was it really so bad? The blowjob?” Eden asked softly. “I thought we did pretty good.”

I felt a pain in my forehead and I raised my hand off of Eden’s shoulder to pinch it. “It was ... fine, girls. But that’s not the point. I mean, what are you going to do when I’m gone? Are you going to be giving blowjobs to other boys?”

“Eww, no!” Emma recoiled from me. “Other boys are icky. I mean, they’re cute and all, but ... I dunno ... We don’t know them. We don’t trust them.”

“But what if you really like them? And what if they want you to do things with them?” I asked softly. “What if they tell you they love you?”

Eden waved me off. “Brooke and Brandi both already warned us boys will say the L-word to get anything. Brooke told us about her first boyfriend, Perry. A teenage boy doesn’t actually KNOW what love is. They’re just horny. They LUST us, right Emma?”

Emma giggled.

“But what if YOU get horny? What if they offer to lick you if you’ll give them a blowjob?”

The twins paused and looked across me at each other, communicating telepathically. The Eden spoke for the both of them. “We’re not sure.”

It wasn’t exactly the most reassuring of answers. I wanted to cling to the ‘we don’t trust them’ decree and less so on the ‘we’re not sure’ response. “I just want you both to promise me something, okay? Promise that you’ll always protect yourselves. You think your body is changing? Every teenage boy has a million hormones running around telling them to have sex and do every single possible thing they can with a girl. If you kiss them, they’ll want to touch your body. If you let them touch your body, they’ll want to touch you ... uh, down there.”

“Our pussies,” Emma stated helpfully. I winced, hearing my baby sister say the word ‘pussy’.

“Right. And if you give them blowjobs, they’ll want to have sex. Enough is never enough and they’ll ALWAYS want more.”

“Would it really be so bad?”

“You could get pregnant.”

“Oh, we KNOW we’re not having actual sex. Brooke said Mom would put us on the pill at fifteen when we were ready.”

“So you SWEAR you’ll wait at least that long?”

Eden grinned at me. “Will YOU make us wait that long?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Huh?”

Emma beamed at me. “It’s simple. Brooke told us there’s no one better in the world to introduce us to the world of sex than you. You love us, Ben. You’ve ALWAYS been there to teach us. Learning how to swim. Riding bikes. Playing basketball. We’ve always come to you because you’re the best. This is the same thing, right?”

I blinked a few times.

Eden chimed in. “And we asked Brandi and Adrienne, too. They both said we should wait for you. That you would know when it was time.”

I sighed. “If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have let you give me the blowjob this morning.”

Eden shrugged. “But we still knew we had to practice on you. But we promise we’ll wait on the sex thing. I don’t want my first time to be while you’re asleep.” She giggled cutely.

Emma grinned. “So circle your calendar, Ben. Two years from now you’re going to teach us about sex!”

I groaned and sighed and gripped the girls tighter around me. Two years was a long time. Maybe I could come up with something else by then. “Okay. Two years,” I conceded. “But you have to promise to save yourselves for me. No sex with anyone else, got it?”

Eden and Emma looked at each other again before nodding to me and solemnly swearing together, “We promise.”

I sighed and relaxed.

“So now are you gonna let us practice giving you blowjobs?”

I winced. “Girls ... I still feel really ... weird ... about that. Thirteen or not, I still think you’re too young for blowjobs. Brooke was at least fourteen.”

Emma pouted, biting her lip. But Eden nodded and looked at her twin. Something non-verbal passed between them, Emma nodded, and then Eden looked up at me. “Okay. We’ll wait until you’re more comfortable with it,” she conceded before adding, “For now. But you have to do something else for us.”

I sighed. Manipulative little witches, they could be. “What?”

Eden batted her eyelashes and smiled prettily. “We want you to teach us how to kiss a boy. Brooke’s been helping and we’ve been kissing each other, but she won’t kiss us herself and it still doesn’t feel quite right. Brooke says kissing a boy is so much different and that we have to wait for you.”

“Uh...” I began.

“And the thing is: we STILL remember that kiss you and Dawn gave each other at the Garden of Me,” Eden sighed nostalgically. “We want to kiss like THAT.”

“It’s not that simple. Dawn and I were sooo in love.”

“Don’t you love us, too?” Emma pouted.

“Of course. But also, Dawn and I had a lot of practice with each other before we got that good.” I jerked my head back, instantly wishing I could un-say those words.

Eden giggled, ready to pounce. “Then I guess WE’LL just have to have lots of practice, too.”

I sighed at the expected retort. And then my eyes went wide as my barely 13-year-old little sister climbed into my lap, her 5’4” height putting her face directly in front of mine. “I’m going first,” she pronounced.

I felt my body tense up, but Eden brushed my hair back from my forehead, staring adoringly into my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this forever, Ben,” she said softly. “Just relax,” she soothed as if SHE were the expert, and somehow I felt some of my tension melting away. “I love you, big brother.”

She sounded just like Brooke. Hell, she was starting to look like Brooke. Her face had elongated from the round chubbiness of a little girl towards the angular look of a young woman. She’d grown out her bangs and brushed them back, no longer sporting the square kiddy cut she’d had for so many years. She really was growing into a very pretty teenage girl.

And I loved her. I would always protect her and teach her. And there was no one else in the world I wanted doing this but me. So as Eden tilted her head, closed her eyes, and puckered her lips, I closed my own eyes and drew her face close to mine.

It wasn’t a kiss of passion. No matter what, I couldn’t dive headlong into a liplock with my baby sister, who was still just so young in my eyes. But I couldn’t ignore anymore that there was a very naughty sense of lust inside me. I’d been fighting it for a while now, refusing to admit to myself that the twins were growing up into young women who had hormones and sexual urges. The protective big brother in me wanted to insist they were still too young, but their physical development and obvious arousal seemed to indicate otherwise. And as Eden’s lips parted to allow my tongue to enter, I felt a surge of that buried, naughty lust pouring through my veins.

Now I knew how Brandi had first felt two years ago. So wrong ... and yet so right.

Eden’s eyes were still closed when I pulled my head away. The entire kiss had lasted perhaps ten seconds, and I searched her face for any sign of remorse. Of course, there was none. Eden simply sighed happily with a little smile, taking a long time to savor the rush of feeling before she eventually opened her eyes and breathed, “Wow...”

Well, perhaps it had been a little more passionate than I’d thought.

But just as I started to stop and think about what I was getting myself into, Emma was right beside me and grabbing my head. “My turn!”

“No, no,” I shrugged Emma off my hand. “That’s enough for today. Besides, Mom, Dad, and the girls will be home any minute from their shopping trip.” I exhaled. “If they aren’t home already.” Then I went to open the twins’ bedroom door and let myself out.

Immediately, I came to a dead stop at the woman blocking the doorway. “Adrienne! Hey...”

Eden and Emma practically hid themselves behind me. I was acutely aware that my hair was messed up, my face was flushed, and I looked guilty as all hell. “I, uh ... This isn’t what it might look like.”

Adrienne glared at me, clenching her teeth; and she pointed to my (her) bedroom. I supposed it could have been worse. When she caught me having sex with Brooke she ran out the front door faster than lightning.

My girlfriend waited for me to exit the twins’ bedroom and I marched down the hall in front of her, walking my green mile and struggling to breathe. I had to come up with a perfectly rational explanation for what I was doing, but my mind was racing so fast I couldn’t think straight.

“Sit in the chair,” Adrienne ordered once we got to my bedroom. I sat, half-expecting Adrienne to pull out the handcuffs, lock me in place, and then start throwing things at me when I couldn’t run away.

But Adrienne looked to the door and both Brooke and Brandi came in as well, Brandi locking the door behind her. I hadn’t even noticed my two other sisters were in the hall. Then the three of them sat on the bed facing me: Brooke on the end looking a little sheepish, Brandi in the middle looking curious, and Adrienne closest to me while seething behind a clenched jaw.

“Ben,” Adrienne said in a soft, cold voice. “Tell me exactly what you’re doing with the twins.”

I took a deep breath. And then I told them.

“I’m sorry. I should have known I could trust you,” Adrienne apologized twenty minutes later.

“Some trust. I didn’t stop them,” I sighed mournfully, thinking of the first blowjob.

Brandi cut in. “But you stopped it then and there. You didn’t let it get any farther. And to be honest, I’m pretty impressed you’ve convinced them to stop at kissing for now.”

“For now,” Brooke remarked.

“Wait, you’re really not about to castrate me?” I looked at Adrienne.

“Hey! We need those!” Brooke whined.

My girlfriend chuckled and shook her head. “Clearly, you’re not the child molesting type, Ben.”

“Depends on your definition,” I moaned.

Adrienne waved me off. “You’re not taking advantage of the twins and you even got them to back down.”

“For now,” Brooke emphasized again. “Give those two an inch and they’ll take the whole baseball field.”

The three of us frowned at Brooke with arched eyebrows. Brandi actually grunted, “Huh?”

“First base, second base ... Oh, you know what I mean,” Brooke rolled her eyes.

Brandi sighed. “Still, they’re ahead of schedule.”

“I told you,” Brooke insisted. “Your fault anyways. YOU started all this two years ago.”

Brandi sighed. “Don’t remind me.” Then my older sister flicked her eyes up to me. “But it’s still worth it.”

Brooke grinned. “Hell, yeah.”

I held my hands up. “Now what?”

Adrienne exhaled and shook her head. “Mom is sooo gonna find out.”

“Mmm...” Emma moaned and rubbed her crotch against my leg. She was actually lying on top of me, trying to shift her hips so that she could rub her crotch against the bulge she felt against her belly; but I kept my hands on her ass, squeezing the 13-year-old’s perky globes and keeping her in place while we french kissed with plenty of tongue.

The twins were VERY fast learners. Then again, they’d been practicing with each other under Brooke’s supervision, so it wasn’t like they were total novices. And for now, they seemed to really, really enjoy the simple act of making out.

I thought back to my own first kisses, with Dawn at camp so long ago. Then, before sex or blowjobs or anything else, kissing was The Ultimate. Kissing was exciting, heart-racing pleasure and not scary in the slightest. The most wonderful chemical and electrical pulses would shoot up my spine as Dawn and I spent every available moment with our tongues in each other’s mouth that summer.

Well, the twins had been trying to keep their tongues in my mouth as much as possible for the past two days. And I was also starting to understand WHY I thought the girls were too young for sex acts: They had the hormones, but they did NOT have any self-control.

Seriously, YOU try and explain to your mom why your baby sisters suddenly are eating you up with their eyes every time you’re around.

Twenty minutes ago, right before I’d been dragged up into the girls’ bedroom for this makeout session, I couldn’t do it. All I could say to my mom was a very honest, “No, I’m not doing ANYTHING sexual with the twins.”

Mom’s eyes narrowed as she went through her Mom-Lie-Detector-3000 routine. She waited me out until my guilt kicked in and I clarified, “Not quite.”

“Explain.”

I sighed, weighing my options. Attempt a lie and possibly get away with it. After all, the truth was so outlandish as to be unbelievable. But then, I was a very bad liar. I was an even worse liar with my mom. So I winced and contemplated making a run for it before exhaling and admitting, “The girls want kissing lessons. Brooke pointed them to me instead of some horny boys their own age.”

Mom sighed, shaking her head, but was remarkably calm about the whole thing. “Kissing will make them want to do MORE than kissing.”

“I know,” I groaned.

“But you will NOT do more than kissing, will you, Ben?” Mom’s eyes narrowed again and she looked like she could melt steel with her gaze if she wanted to.

“Uh, no. No, ma’am,” I stammered quite nervously.

And then Mom actually held up her hand and started ticking off her fingers. “No groping. I don’t want your hands anywhere inside their clothing or their hands anywhere inside yours.”

“Right,” I nodded as if that were obvious.

“Actually, I don’t want any hands on any private parts OUTSIDE of clothing, either. No rubbing their breasts or them grabbing your crotch.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t even let them grind themselves on you while you’re kissing. You’re a boy and I know you’re going to get aroused but if they start rubbing themselves on your peter they’re going to get more and more out of control.”

“Right.” That was the rule making me keep Emma off my bulge right now.

“Do any of these things Ben, and I will personally cut off your balls with the very dull butcher knife I’ve needed to sharpen for a few months now.”

The quiet calmness in my mother’s tone was more terrifying than anything else. I gulped. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

Mom took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay. You’re excused.”

I didn’t move for a long several moments. “You’re seriously okay with this?”

Mom exhaled and seemed to shrink as she let the tension in her shoulders drain away. “I knew this would happen eventually. I was hoping the twins wouldn’t get their growth spurts — and their hormones — until later like the rest of you; but they’re on time. And I knew something was up when they started spending a LOT of time in Brooke’s room.” She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Better you than some boy out there, Ben. At least I know you’ll control yourself around them, right?”

“Right, right.” I nodded.

Mom frowned and shushed me away, waving her hand dismissively. I turned and fled...

... right into the twins. Eden grabbed one hand while Emma grabbed the other. “Can we go make out now?”

I stopped and looked back. Mom was standing at the other end of the hallway, sighing forlornly as she looked at us. But after another moment, Mom shrugged and actually smiled at me.

So I turned back to the girls, glanced around nervously for anyone else, then nodded.

Emma gleefully cheered. “My turn to go first!”

The Monday after Christmas, Adrienne and I walked up to the turtle fountain outside the Food Court at the Irvine Spectrum. Even on a weekday afternoon, parking was STILL a nightmare. Talk continued about parking structures to ease the pain, but I wasn’t holding my breath.

So we were about ten minutes late, but that was okay since most of the others were as well. And bit by bit, my old High School crew trickled in.

Elaine Fukuhara and Daniel Chen waved us over to a group of tables they’d commandeered. There weren’t enough spots for our entire group yet, but per routine we’d snag other open tables around us as they became available. Megan Kwan, Cassidy O’Leary, and James Kaito were also waiting. Megan and Kaito were still together and still going strong. Word was that Cassidy had a new boyfriend at USC as well.

Adrienne and I walked up and hugs went all around as we began chatting up our old friends. Then I split off to pick up food while Adrienne went to grab Jamba Juices for the both of us.

By the time I got back, more of the old crew had arrived. Abbie and Allie Sanders both got up to hug me. Kenny Doyle head-nodded from further down the table. Unfortunately, Kenny’s and Abbie’s relationship hadn’t survived the split to different schools, but they were still friendly with each other. The Sanders Twins both had new boyfriends and Kenny was up to his old horn dog tricks.

Oddly enough, Sung Joon and Heather Wilkinson had hooked up together at UCI and also broken up. The relationship only lasted two weeks and the pair seemed rather uncomfortable around each other. Heather made it a point to keep her distance from Sung and hang around Adrienne, as well as Lynne Arian and Candy Carter when both girls arrived a few minutes later.

Stephanie Vo was still on the East Coast and not coming back for the holidays.

The next three hours were an odd mix of nostalgia, familiar comfort, and awkward discomfort. We all hung around each other, organically forming groups of four or five and then splitting and re-forming different groups throughout the afternoon and into the evening. There was some window shopping, and even some real shopping done by the girls; but for the most part, it was just something to occupy ourselves between breaks in the conversation.

I actually felt a little weird to be back amongst my old crew. Yeah, it felt instantly comfortable and familiar to be around them again, but a lot of time had passed since we’d been together. Since then, I’d formed a new crew and after five months apart, I could actually see the changes college had wrought on all of us.

Megan and Cassidy were more worldly and self-assured than they’d been in High School, their styles of dress having considerably matured. They seemed to be less “nice young girls” and more “confident young women”. Even Kaito was more forceful and self-assured, losing quite a bit of his shyness along the way. Kenny, while still a horn dog with many, many sexually-laced comments throughout the day, could also be quite articulate when discussing the state of the economy in the wake of the dot-com crash and telecom crisis. For the first time, I could actually see him as a potential grown up, instead of horny-little-bastard Kenny.

And then there were the Sanders Twins. Back in High School, they’d been the youngest-acting little kids of the whole crew, always letting the others take the lead in conversations, happy to follow along. Now, both were assertive individuals, with their own sense of style and even radically different haircuts. Abbie’s was streaked blonde and in a complicated, messy short hairdo while Allie’s was shoulder-length and layered prettily. They were making very clear who was Abbie and who was Allie and that they had their own lives and own strong opinions. Of everyone in the group, they’d seemed to do the most growing up.

What a difference a few months makes. First Eden and Emma had radically changed in a matter of months, now my friends. My world was evolving before my very eyes. And when the various members of my old crew said goodbye, I wondered just how far apart we’d grow by the time our college careers came to an end.

“Mmph...” She practically mewed into my mouth, a sweet-sounding gasp mixed with a breathy moan that would have been boner-inducingly sexy if it hadn’t come from my 13-year-old baby sister.

Who was I kidding? I was turned on as all hell and my cock was throbbingly hard in my shorts. But anything more than this would be SOOO wrong. So, SO wrong. And when Eden’s hand began pulling mine up to cup her breast, I pulled back. “Nuh-uh...” I paused to scold her.

“Touch me, Ben. Please?” Eden whimpered.

I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled my hand away. And then Eden moaned as Emma moved behind her, wrapping her own hands around her twin sister to cup and squeeze Eden’s A-cups the exact same way she like her own to be caressed.

Lost to her pleasure, Eden pressed her lips against mine again and moved closer, dropping her hands down along my sides and reaching inward to grab at my cock.

“Oh-KAY,” I pushed Eden away, leaving her gasping. “I think that’s the signal that we’ve done enough for now.”

“Aww, Ben!” Eden protested. But I was firm and presently the twins collected themselves together. “We’re moving so SLOW!”

I paused and arched an eyebrow at my baby sister. “Aren’t you the least bit scared of all this sex stuff?”

Eden shrugged. “If it was any boy except you, yeah, probably. But we love you, Ben. We trust you.”

I rolled my eyes. At least I could maintain some hope that the girls would keep their legs shut and mouths closed after I returned to school. I waved the girls off and then went to open the bedroom door and let myself out.

Immediately, I came to a dead stop. “Adrienne! Hey...”

My girlfriend leaned against the far wall, a slightly amused expression on her face. “Can I have my boyfriend back now, girls?”

Eden and Emma practically hid themselves behind me, looking sheepish.

Adrienne just rolled her eyes and pointed to my (her) bedroom. I exhaled in relief that I would be able to do SOMETHING with the erection the twins had given me. And at least now Adrienne and I wouldn’t have to try and keep quiet.

It was just after lunch on Thursday when I pulled up to the curb and parked the Corolla. After so much time behind the wheel of Adrienne’s Mustang or Dayna’s Impala, I’d forgotten just how much I HATED my old car.

Well, that’s not true, I LOVED my old car. After all, it had been mine from the moment I got my driver’s license. But really, the thing drove like SHIT.

Anyways, I saw that the Mustang was already parallel parked on the sidewalk in front of me. Adrienne had gone shopping with her old girlfriends while I met my old boys for basketball. The guys and I had stopped for lunch, but I was still surprised to see that my girlfriend had beaten me home. Seriously, that girl would break up with me in a heartbeat if it meant she could move into South Coast Plaza permanently.

I was just heading into the house when I caught a flash of red to my left. I glanced over to see Adrienne striding up the sidewalk, looking absolutely gorgeous in a brand new long-sleeved V-neck blouse and designer jeans. I stopped and asked. “Where were you?”

My girlfriend smiled at me but gave me a curious look. “Miss McNeil’s house, actually.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Huh?” Despite living in houses directly across from each other, I’d never known Keira and Adrienne to be anything remotely close to friends. In fact, whatever they talked about on Christmas Day had probably been their longest ever conversation.

Adrienne searched my eyes for a few moments before waving me into the house. “Go take a shower. Then we need to talk.”

It’s never good when a girl tells you, ‘We need to talk.’ I frowned, but Adrienne looked firm. So with an ominous sense of foreboding, I nodded and went in.

We had the house to ourselves for a bit. All four of my sisters were out visiting friends. Brooke and the twins had to return to school on Monday, although Brandi, Adrienne, and I had another full week of vacation left. But despite the solitude, Adrienne locked the door to my bedroom before sitting on the bed to watch me get dressed after my shower.

She was dead silent. And despite being naked in front of a stunningly gorgeous, busty blonde bombshell, I was unnerved enough to not even contemplate the concept of an erection. I simply got dressed and then moved to sit on my desk chair, forcing myself to relax.

Adrienne’s first words came out of left field. “Why haven’t you slept with Keira?”

I arched an eyebrow. No one but our parents or myself had ever referred to her as ‘Keira’. Even Adrienne had just used ‘Miss McNeil’ a few times this winter, despite Keira’s insistence on the first name during their conversations on Christmas Day.

“Excuse me?”

Adrienne sighed and tilted her head. “I said you should do it, remember?”

I nodded. “And I told you it wasn’t that simple.”

Adrienne shook her head. “You don’t have to invite me. She’s not bisexual, I know.”

“It’s not that,” I sighed.

Adrienne took a deep breath. “I know.”

The world went silent just then. I heard Adrienne’s tone. Her two little words said she knew, as in she knew everything. Seriously, how the hell does she always do that?

I blinked twice and took a deep breath, furrowing my eyebrows. Still being cautious, I asked, “And exactly what do you ‘know’?”

Adrienne searched my eyes. “I know she asked you to knock her up. And so far, you’ve refused. You’re running out of time now. Her peak fertility will be over by the weekend.”

My eyebrows rose. “She told you?”

Adrienne nodded. “She was outside when I came home. She waved and we started talking. She was pretty fidgety and I asked what was wrong. She invited me inside and confessed everything. It’s kind of intense.”

I exhaled slowly. “I’ll say.”

“I thought Keira was important to you. She did introduce you to sex and taught you everything, right?”

I blushed. “Well, not everything.”

“Whatever. But it’s clear that she considers you her ONLY option. This is SO important to her and even I think you should at least give it a try. She told me what you said about grandkids for Mom and Dad, but even that’s not such a big deal.”

“She told you all this?”

Adrienne shrugged. “Keira IS desperate. We talked for almost an hour, and I only came out when we saw your car pull in.”

I frowned and Adrienne took a deep breath. And then she said something I never would have expected her to say. “I told her I’d try to talk you into doing it.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Adrienne, I can’t.”

My girlfriend frowned. “Why not?”

I brought my eyes up to Adrienne’s. Was she seriously asking me this? My girlfriend ... asking me to go impregnate another woman? I frowned and stared right into Adrienne’s hazel irises and said firmly, “Because I want YOU to be the mother of my children.”

Adrienne’s eyes popped WIDE open. “Excuse me?”

“Come on, Adrienne ... Would you really be okay raising a family with me knowing that some other woman had borne my child?”

My girlfriend still looked shocked beyond belief, her jaw gaping open and her eyes wide. Her face was deathly pale and she’d gone completely stiff; and I started to worry. “Adrienne? You okay?”

Her jaw just sort of waggled up and down slowly, as if her brain was trying to speak but her body wasn’t cooperating fully. She blinked several times and tilted her head away, her big eyes somehow staying locked onto me. The effect was just a little creepy.

“Adrienne...” I ventured.

Eventually, the color returned to her cheeks and she blinked again, turning her head. “Family? Children?” She spoke as if the words themselves confused her.

“Yeah...” I exhaled happily, imagining a couple of toddlers running around and using me for a jungle gym. I hadn’t decided yet if I wanted them to have my dark hair or Adrienne’s golden blonde. It was still WAY in the future. I wasn’t planning to actually have kids for another ten years or so. But after almost raising the twins I knew I’d want some of my own eventually.

“Ben ... I...” Adrienne just looked agape at me. “I don’t WANT kids.”

Now it was my turn for my jaw to drop. “What?”

Adrienne shook her head. “No. Never. Kids frighten the CRAP out of me.”

“But you’re so good with the twins,” I reasoned, frowning and furrowing my eyebrows.

“The twins are THIRTEEN. They’re potty-trained and can eat without throwing up all over the place and they go home to their parents at the end of the day. Kids? No, Ben. Not into this fucked up world.”

“Adrienne!”

“It IS! You think I want to even imagine a daughter of mine going through what I did? My parents HATED me! They never WANTED me! I was a fucking accident and look what happened!”

“But you would never treat your kids like that,” I insisted.

“Damn straight! Because I would never HAVE the little fuckers in the first place!”

“Adrienne!” I was taken aback by the vehemence in her voice. And then I switched gears. “But... I want to have kids.”

“Hey, this is one way to do it, isn’t it? Keira is DESPERATE.”

“But ... what about OUR family?”

“Family, Ben? Really? With me?” Adrienne gave me a sour look like she’d just taken a shot of the nastiest tequila imaginable.

I blinked. “Where did you think this was going, Adrienne? I love you. You love me. I thought you wanted to be with me forever and always!”

“I do!” she insisted.

“Then doesn’t that mean getting married someday? Settling down and raising a family?”

Adrienne winced. “I ... Ben, I...” she saw the stricken look on my face, and all at once a pitying look came across her face. “I love you, Tiger,” she said plaintively. “Forever and always, I’ll love you for what you’ve done for me. And maybe ... someday ... I’ll change my mind about the whole kid thing. But right now, I don’t ever want to have children. And...” she sighed and looked down.

A sense of dread spread across my mind like black clouds swiftly rolling in over the horizon. My lower jaw quivered as I anticipated the worst in Adrienne’s next words. But even my pessimistic anticipation wasn’t ready for what she said next.

“Ben, I’m not sure I ever want to get married, either.”

I blinked and sat heavily against the backrest of my chair, rocking it off-balance just a bit. “Adrienne...” I breathed.

“I’m sorry, Ben. I love you. And I LOVE what we’re doing together. I’m happy. I want to be with you. It’s just ... we’re so young. We have our whole lives ahead of us. And you’re talking marriage and family and kids?”

“Then ... where ... where is this going, Adrienne? Our relationship?”

She shrugged. “I’m not worried about where it’s going right now. Our relationship just IS. We’re having fun, aren’t we? Dawn and Dayna and Brandi. All those older girls ... Monique was a freakin’ incredible fuck, wasn’t she? I love you and I love having you for a boyfriend, but we’re eighteen, Ben. And frankly, you’ve started to scare me with all this ‘settling down’ and ‘family’ and ‘children’ stuff.”

I was feeling scared that she wasn’t thinking of our futures. And it showed on my face. Suddenly feeling a little bit abandoned, I nervously planted my elbow on the armrest and rubbed my forehead, staring almost twitchily away from Adrienne. This wasn’t happening. This WASN’T happening. “Adrienne,” I began softly. “How can we have a present if we have no future?”

Adrienne just stared at me for a long few moments, watching the wheels turning in my brain. And then, without another word, she got up and walked out the door. A minute later, I heard the Mustang’s engine roar to life, and then she actually burned rubber as she peeled out and blitzed away.

Ah, hell.

“Ben? Hiii!” Keira looked absolutely thrilled to see me on her doorstep. She immediately stepped up to hug me, but she came to a halt just inches away and the pleased expression soon vanished as she saw the expression on MY face.

“Uh, hi, Keira,” I muttered. My jaw went up and down a few times, but I couldn’t say any more. I was sure I looked just as haunted as I felt.

Keira looked just as in shock, her own jaw hanging open. Her lips trembled and her whole body quivered as she finally laid her hands on my arms with her face just in front of mine.

But I wasn’t looking at her face. The angle of my gaze now had me staring straight into her cleavage. She was wearing some sort of kimono-cut green robe that made her emerald eyes sparkle. And from the way her nipples dented out the satiny fabric, I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it. Not wanting to think about sex I quickly raised my gaze to her face, trying to think of something to say.

I wasn’t even sure why I was in front of her house. I supposed my brain was working better than my conscious mind, delivering me up to a place where I could find warmth and a friendly ear. Dawn wasn’t around to advise me in a situation like this. Neither was Brandi. And that meant the best person for me to talk about my troubles with was Keira McNeil.

I took a deep breath, but she beat me to the punch, having recovered faster than me. “Lemme guess,” she began. “Girl problems?”

I managed a weak smile and shrugged. “It’s me. What else?”

Keira nodded and stepped forward, giving me a chaste hug. I clutched her a little longer, not letting her pull away. Having Adrienne just get in her car and drive away like that made me feel ... hollow ... inside. And I clung to Keira’s body like she was a life preserver in my current sea of abject depression.

But eventually, I let her go, and Keira steeled her spine before waving me into the living room. “Feels like it’s been forever since you came to me for advice, Ben.”

I nodded an apology. “Sorry. After everything you did for me, we didn’t talk much last year.”

Keira shook her head. “Don’t be. I knew you were doing well and I was happy to see you building something really strong with Adrienne. I assume you had other smart people around you to give you advice. And besides, I was very involved in my dating life.” She sighed. “Well, I WAS. I’m still pretty heartbroken over Sean.”

I frowned and patted her knee.

Keira looked sad for a second but inhaled and smiled at me. “Besides, I got a promotion at work and I was really, really busy.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Speaking of which, isn’t today a weekday?”

Keira waved. “I took a couple of weeks off for the holidays.” Her gaze dropped down my body and a different kind of sadness fell over her while her hand came up to touch my chest. “I’d still been hoping to spend this time getting pregnant.”

“Keira...” I said solemnly. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes stayed locked onto her hand on my chest. “It’s funny,” she said in a detached voice. “When I first saw you at the door, I thought Adrienne had talked you into impregnating me. You have no idea how happy I felt in that moment.”

A knot formed in my gut and I reached up to grab Keira’s hand, trapping it against my chest. First, the pain over Adrienne — being denied the family I wanted with her — squeezed me inside. Now, guilt over letting down Keira — who saw me as her one and only hope for the family that I was now denying her — made the feeling even worse.

“I’m sorry, Keira,” I said softly.

She sighed, a fresh tear rolling down her cheek. “You have no idea how much it hurt inside when I realized that wasn’t why you were here.”

“I’m sorry.” I drew her body against mine, putting her head to the crook of my neck and shoulder while wrapping my arms around her back.

“No, I’m sorry, Ben.” She tried to pull away. “You came here looking for advice and I shouldn’t put this on you.”

To this day I’m not exactly sure why I did what I did just then. I held her tightly, not letting her pull away. I closed my eyes. And the words tumbled out without any conscious thought on my part. “You’ve done so much for me, Keira, over the years. So much advice. So much love. So much teaching. And you never asked for anything in return.”

She whimpered and snuggled closer into my gasp while I felt moisture soaking into my shirt.

“Now it’s my turn to give something back,” I murmured.

Now Keira gasped and pulled away, her green eyes wild as she looked at me in disbelief. But I simply shifted my grip and scooped her lighter body up into my arms, absolutely no hesitation as I literally carried her out of the living room and into her bedroom.

Keira’s arms stayed tightly wrapped around my neck as I lay her on top of the bed. The instant the back of her head hit the mattress, she tugged me down and molded her lips over mine. And the passion in Keira’s kiss rivaled any of the nuclear ones Adrienne had ever given me.

I didn’t realize my hands had parted Keira’s robe until I felt her hard nipples rubbing into my chest. The moment I felt them I just HAD to bend down and take one into my mouth. I suckled around the familiar, dusky pink areola and eraser-hard nipple. I hadn’t seen her breasts since I was still sixteen, but I would never forget them, either. Now 30 years old, there was no way Keira could match the firmness of my teenaged lovers; but she was far from sagging and still very youthful. Besides, Keira was my first lover, her wonderful bosom the object of my early fantasies. Her breasts were perfect. And I worshipped them as befitting that perfection.

And then she no longer had time for foreplay.

Almost violently, Keira grabbed my shoulders with a strength I wouldn’t have believed from a woman six inches shorter than me and sixty pounds lighter. I was rolled onto my back and then the gorgeous older woman began stripping my clothes away as if her life depended on it.

“Keira!” I gasped while she tugged my jeans off. “Keira!”

“Hurry, Ben! Please! Before the carriage turns back into the pumpkin!”

I wouldn’t have gotten the reference if not for my recent Disney Halloween, but I got the message to get to the fucking as soon as possible. I ripped off my own shirt while she pulled the last of my shorts and jeans off my ankles, leaving me completely nude. Then Keira literally tore at her panties, scraping her own thigh and causing a red welt to appear as she stripped them off and finally shrugged the green robe over her shoulders to let the diaphanous material puddle onto the mattress behind her.

Clothed, Keira McNeil had been my lustful fantasy neighbor. Nude, she was a wet dream. From top to bottom she radiated WOMAN, from the confident awareness in her expression to the more pronounced shape of her body. Keira’s hips and hour-glass figure were just so different from any mere “girl” I’d ever been with. Even Adrienne, for all her lush curvature, hadn’t grown into her fully adult figure just yet. “You’re beautiful,” I breathed.

“Thanks, Ben.” She stopped to smile at me, eyes sparkling with electricity as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She kissed me again before moving to straddle my hips. I felt the tickle of her trimmed bush against my pelvis and then she wriggled her hips around until my hard cock was pressed flat between our bodies. Almost experimentally, the beautiful brunette glided her wet pussy lips along my shaft. And then, her green eyes glowed as she looked down at me. “Are you ready for me, Ben?”

For a second, I panicked. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked uncertainly. And then I held my breath.

Keira smiled and bent to kiss my nose. “More than anything.” And with that, she took my cock in hand, elevated herself up, and then began to sink her pussy down around my shaft.

“Ohhh ... Ben...” she crooned as my meat began to fill her her exquisitely tight channel. From what I knew, Keira hadn’t had sex in a long time, so it took a few seconds before she was able to stretch around my member and hit rock bottom. Only when I felt her crotch pressed all the way down to mine did I finally start breathing again. It was done. I was fucking Miss McNeil again. “Oh, Keira...” I sighed.

She stayed there for a long while, her head thrown back with her eyes closed. Every so often, she would rotate her hips or wiggle a bit just to feel every little sensation. It was her first cock in more than six months.

I was focused in on the sensations myself. It was my first pussy. Well, not my first time, obviously. You’ve been reading about my story this long to know that. But Keira had been my first, and I was INSIDE her ... AGAIN.

“Let me be on top,” I sighed, rubbing her hips. I wanted to show her what I could do, to show my first lover how much I had learned and improved over the years.

“Just let me use your cock,” Keira moaned.

I chuckled. “Whenever you want...”

Keira smiled, and then she did use me. I was a living dildo attached to a 18-year-old body, but I was no longer useless. I reached up and began manipulating Keira’s breasts, massaging the heavy orbs and pinching her nipples while I watched the jiggle in what flesh I wasn’t restraining.

It took a second, but my old user manual for Keira’s body came to mind. It was like my favorite paperback, worn and earmarked. But the content was still there and my hands continued to roam around her body, tweaking and rubbing and caressing at all the different erogenous zones I’d once been so familiar with.

“Oh, Ben!” Keira moaned. “Pin—”

I cut her off, pinching her nipples and squeezing just the way she liked.

“Oh, Ben! Har—”

I was already squeezing harder ... and then harder ... and then HARDER, in quick succession, escalating her pleasure along with the intense sensations on a direct line from her tits to her clit. I knew what Keira wanted. She would never again have to tell me how to please her.

“OHHH!!!” she cried, and her humping started moving faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Miss McNeil began chanting. “Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!”

My ab muscles never stopped moving. I may not have been driving, but I was doing my best to match her every hump with a thrust of my own, carving my bigger and thicker dick around her vaginal cavity. I no longer had to wait for Keira’s cues. Instead, I played her body like a fine-tuned instrument as if I had the symphony memorized. And quickly I had her crescendoing to her climax.

“Fuck me, Ben! Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Keira threw her head back, tossing dark hair in every direction while clamping her eyes shut. I reached up then and took control, squeezing both breasts until I felt her pussy contract around my cock, signaling the beginning of an orgasm that could no longer be stopped. “AAAAAAHHHHH!!!” she cried.

While she climaxed, I rolled us over so that I was on top. Keira shrieked into the silent air as I pinned her body to the bed and really began laying the pipe into her spasming snatch. “BEENNN!” she screamed, kicking her feet against the bed and digging her nails into my back while I pounded away, intent on filling her up with every drop of sperm in my body.

“BENNN!!!” she screamed again, her pussy contracting rhythmically, trying to draw my semen out of me.

“BENNN!!!” she screamed a final time and I yelled, “KEIRRRAAA!!!” in response, feeling my abs tense up as I buried my cock to the hilt, cramming myself in that extra eighth of an inch as I felt my dick seem to elongate even further, bringing my sperm that much closer to whatever eggs may float in the great beyond. And I came.

Keira jerked quite violently when she felt the first splash of hot semen inside her. Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened in a wide grin that could not be denied as her legs scissored around my ass, trying to pull me even deeper. “Oh, Ben!” she whimpered as the second shot flew into her body, pasting her innards with sticky, creamy baby-batter.

“Oh, Ben...” she moaned happily, clutching my neck so tightly I thought she might strangle me as I fired a third and then fourth load into her body, filling up her womb with every little tadpole I could manage.

And as the final few shots squeezed out of me, I managed to grunt, “Oh, Keira...”

We both went silent for a while as my body finished its final spasms, squirting out the barest droplets of sperm I could. Every single one of them counted. And then as our sweaty bodies collapsed together, I lay my forehead onto the mattress beside her head.

“I love you, Ben,” Keira sighed, patting my head like a proud mother. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

I breathed deeply for a bit, smelling the sweetness of her skin mixed with the muskiness of her sweat and arousal. It was a scent I would forever associate with sex, dating back to my very first time on this very bed.

I exhaled slowly, then picked my face off the mattress and turned to kiss her tenderly. I felt a pleasant buzz fill my body as her tongue came out to play with mine, that buzz musically floating on the same tone as Keira’s happy humming. And then I pulled my head back, consciously flexing my dick inside her now sopping wet pussy.

“Don’t thank me yet,” I said softly. “I think we’d better do this a few more times to make sure the job is done.”