An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life 2

Chapter 13: Settling Down

“Hey, Ben!”

I turned and managed a weary smile. “Oh, hey, Allie.”

Allison Sanders frowned, folding her arms over her chest and evaluating me with furrowed eyebrows. “You don’t seem so excited to see me.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“You didn’t forget that we’ve got a date tonight, did you?” She looked rather nervous.

“No, no, of course not. I’ve just had a lot on my mind the last couple days.”

Allie nodded and leaned forward, touching my arm. “Anything to do with a certain ex-girlfriend attacking you and screaming ‘rape’ during lunch on Wednesday?”

I sighed. “Something like that.”

“You know, we can cancel if you need,” Allie began, biting her lip.

“No, no. We’re still on,” I interrupted, recognizing the crestfallen look on her face. “Believe me, I’ve been looking forward to this as much as you have.”

Allie smirked, twisting slightly in almost the same way Helene McGregory did when she was feeling a little aroused. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

I smiled. “No, really. My life’s been so crazy the last few weeks, Allie. I’d really love to spend some time with such a good friend.”

“MORE than a good friend, Ben,” Allie husked, sliding forward and touching my chest. And looking down into the cute brunette’s soft golden brown eyes, I felt a little warmth returning into my loins. I hadn’t felt aroused for days, not being in the mood after leaving Candy’s apartment with Lynne on Wednesday and then turning down Marina Santos’ invitation on Thursday because I was still feeling out of it.

But with Allie I didn’t feel my usual raw lust. I didn’t have the urge to bend her over and fuck her within an inch of her life like I’d been doing lately with Helene and company. Instead, I felt a yearning to push myself inside her and then just hold her tenderly, lovingly. I wanted to feel whole again. So I pulled Allie into my arms, hugging her firmly and even letting a hand slide down to pat her firm little ass.

She giggled and then stepped back. “See you tonight?”

“I’ll be there.”

Allie spun and walked away, a little skip in her step. I fondly looked after her while idly fantasizing about what she looked like naked before inhaling and turning to walk the other way towards my own class…

… and abruptly came to a halt. Standing ten feet in front of me over by a pole was Adrienne, a cool expression in her eyes. Then without another word, she turned and strode away.

I was two minutes early to the Sanders house. I didn’t want to give Allie any reason to believe I wasn’t committed to making this night special for her. And to my utter and complete surprise, Kenny Doyle opened the door.

“’Sup, dude.” He gave me the usual head nod and fist bump.

“Hey… what are you doing here?”

Kenny grinned. “With Allie out of the house and the parents gone, Abbie and I can finally use the girls’ bedroom without feeling all awkward about it!” Ah, Kenny: still a sex-obsessed teen at heart.

Well, so was I. But anyways… I just nodded and then walked in. Abbie came down the stairs. “Hi, Ben!”

“Hey, Abbie,” I nodded, double-checking to verify I had the right twin.

She smiled and glanced up the stairs. “Allie will be right down. She’s just a little nervous and wants to make sure she looks perfect.”

I nodded and headed into the living room after Abbie. The three of us then chit-chatted while I almost jealously looked at Kenny and Abbie snuggling together so happily. But I didn’t have to wait long. Kenny’s eyes traveled up the stairs and the wide-eyed expression on his face told me that Allie had arrived.

I turned and let out a whistle, “Wow…”

Allie blushed halfway up the stairs and then continued the rest of the way down. Her hair and makeup transformed the cute but somewhat plain 17-year-old brunette into a short but sexy young woman who could have passed for early 20s. The twins had both lost some extra baby fat around their faces in the past year, and her hair styling and improved posture displayed Allie’s new confidence and poise.

And then there was the dress, a very familiar little black cocktail dress. I glanced up at Allie and asked, “Is that the same…?”

She blushed and nodded her head. “Haven’t worn it since that day.”

I whistled again. The same little black dress Allie had worn almost a year ago on our first date still fit her… mostly. Allie had filled out some in the chest and hips since then and what was once modestly cute was now tight-fitting and more than a little slinky.

Kenny elbowed Abbie. “How come I never see YOU in an outfit like that?”

“Hush,” Abbie snarked. “Or you won’t be getting’ any tonight.”

Kenny shut up.

I stepped forward and took Allie’s hands into my own. “You look beautiful.”

“Even after all the tall, gorgeous women you’ve been with?” she asked a little hesitantly.

I stepped a little closer, looked Allie in the eyes, and repeated warmly, “You look beautiful.”

I was a bad liar. Everyone knew this. So Allie looked into my eyes and saw that I meant it, and her jaw started quivering as she seemed on the verge of crying happy tears.

“Oh, no!” Abbie rushed forward, fanning her hands at Allie’s eyes. “We JUST finished your makeup!”

Allie sniffled and smiled even bigger, breaking into cute peals of laughter. And then she slipped her arm around mine and said, “Let’s go.”

Dinner was really, really nice. Eh, the food was okay. I’d picked the restaurant based on Megan’s recommendation and the fact that it was built on the edge of a man-made lake in Orange County, with nice evening views. But then I should have remembered that Megan and I never had the same taste in cuisine.

Still, the conversation was outstanding. It flowed easily, as if Allie and I were just sitting together at the usual lunch table instead of out on a date. And without the usual male posturing or female gossiping, we actually managed to get more deeply personal than ever before.

Allie talked about being the ‘younger’ twin even though it was only two minutes by C-section. She joked that if it had been her turn to be the fetus towards the bottom, she would have been the ‘older’ one. And yet somehow everyone in the family always treated her like the baby. At first, she’d enjoyed the extra-special attention. But as she’d grown older, she resented the condescension and patronizing tone, even from Abbie.

From the way I responded to her, Allie said I understood in a way few others did. I chalked it up to living with a set of twin sisters myself, with Eden and Emma forming a similar dynamic.

In the last year or so she’d become much more assertive and independent while I’d been busy with my Dawn and Adrienne drama. And as I listened to Allie, I thought back to something Keira once said: that I’d thought of the Sanders twins as ‘them’, instead of as individual girls. Now that it was just me and Allie, getting to know her more personally, I was realizing just how different the two really could be, the same way I knew Eden and Emma were almost as different as Brandi and Brooke.

We didn’t talk much about me. I spent most of my time just being a good listener, letting Allie talk and laugh and giggle. I interjected little comments here and there, but I sensed that Allie really wanted to let loose with some of these thoughts inside and I let her do her thing.

Even when we left the restaurant, we went for a stroll around the lake while Allie rambled on. And we got about halfway before Allie took a deep breath and realized just how much chattering she’d done. “Now I’ve gone and talked your ear off, Ben! Not exactly the sexiest thing I could have done.”

I smirked. “No worries. Boys are easy, Allie. All you have to say is, ‘Wanna fuck?’, and we’ll think you’re sexy as hell.”

“Wanna fuck?” Allie giggled.

“Well, maybe not here,” I laughed, squeezing her hand tighter in my palm as I kept us walking on our way.

When we’d completed a full circuit around the lake, I found that we were still in the middle of our conversation, this time about politics of all things. I was pretty apolitical, not giving a rat’s ass what was going on as long as I could get laid sometime in the near future; but Allie was going off about illegal immigration, California’s dependence on cheap labor to turn higher profits and boost the economy, and basic human rights for the common man. I barely understood half the things she was saying, but I was enraptured by the passion in Allie’s words. She really believed in something, and somehow that quality was absolutely intoxicating.

So I didn’t interrupt her and just kept walking, Allie not realizing this until we were a third of the way around the lake again. “Oh, I’m sorry. I keep delaying us,” she apologized.

“Don’t be sorry,” I replied warmly. “I love listening to you talk.”

“Really? Because Abbie is sick to DEATH of me going on and on about this stuff.”

“Really,” I nodded. Then I changed gears. “But whether the state economy is benefiting or not, shouldn’t we be more stringent on border control just on principle? Illegal is against the law, period. They don’t pay taxes, do they?”

Allie blushed and then kept going. “No, they don’t. But I guess the question for you is: Do you do things just on principle? Even if they ultimately lead to YOU having to pay higher prices or have less luxury goods? Which is better for you? Do the ends justify the means?”

“Well… uh… I guess that would depend,” I hedged.

Allie’s smile lit up the evening brighter than the moon. “Tell me.”

I don’t know how many times we walked around that lake. I do know that we were out long enough for both of us to get cold, despite both of us wearing warm jackets. Finally we decided to head for my car and I wrapped her up in my peacoat, ignoring her girlish protests.

Then we just sat in my car for another hour talking, and only a slightly panicked cell phone call from Abbie spurred us into finally returning Allie to her home.

We were still talking when I finally got Allie to her front door, and all of a sudden she seemed to remember our original purpose for this date. Her jaw dropped and she stuttered for a few seconds before starting, “Ben, I, uh… I know I asked to go out with you for a very specific reason. But, uh…”

“Now that we’re here you’re not sure that’s what you want?” I ventured.

“Oh, HELL no! I want! I want!” Allie put in quickly with fresh nervousness on her face. “But I…” she winced, not sure how to complete what was in her head.

I decided to take charge. I stepped forward, wrapped Allie up in my arms, and then bent down to kiss her. She squeaked and then sagged into my embrace, moaning happily as her tongue came out to play with mine. I sensed happiness and warmth in her kiss, even a little arousal. But not yet… We didn’t need to have sex again… yet.

And almost as suddenly as I kissed her, I pulled away. I held her shoulders and looked down into her eyes while she melted against my chest, and then I said softly, “I had a wonderful evening, Allison Sanders.”

“Me, too,” she sighed happily.

“We should go out again, sometime.”

“I’d like that.” She smiled.

“Then we will,” I said firmly. “Next Friday?”

“Oh, it feels like forever,” Allie breathed.

“I’ll still see you at school.”

“There’s that at least.”

“Goodbye, Allison.”

“Goodbye, Ben.” She tilted her head, acknowledging the end of our evening, even if it wasn’t finishing the way we’d first planned. And from the radiant smile on her face, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

I waited until she turned and opened the door, slipping inside. Just before she closed the door again, she gave me a cute little wave.

I sighed. I was going to have to go home and jerk off now.

Allie was still floating on air come Monday. She met me outside my locker and slid towards me for a cute peck on the lips. “Heyyy, Ben.”

“Hi, Allie,” I greeted warmly.

She scanned my eyes for a moment, searching for something. “Any regrets?”

“About our date? No, of course not.”

“Not even…” Her voice trailed off as she arched her eyebrows and waggled her head, making her intention clear.

I chuckled. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t HAVE to sleep with every girl I go on a date with.”

“Really?” Allie stuck her tongue out while smiling. “When was the last time you didn’t get laid after a date?”

“Well I… I… uh…”

“Can’t remember?”

“No, I can’t.” I shrugged. “Maybe Megan.”

Allie giggled. “I don’t know whether to feel proud or pity you.”

“Well, I still have hopes for our next date,” I smiled.

“That’s easy,” Allie swept her arm out to the side dramatically, twisting as if dancing at a ball. “Treat me like a princess and I’ll reward you like a prince,” she giggled.

We chatted for a few more minutes until the first warning bell sounded off. Then Allie twirled away to head for her first period while I went in the other direction.

And then lo and behold, there was Adrienne perhaps twenty feet away, leaning against a wall and staring at me. Lynne was right beside her, saying something while Adrienne nodded and nodded then shook her head, obviously disagreeing with something. And then Adrienne turned and strode away.

Adrienne caught up to me after lunch, not too far from the spot where she’d shoved me into the lockers and started screaming about rape. The instant she approached me, I could actually HEAR the hush of conversations going silent around us while people turned to see what would happen.

Quietly, Adrienne asked, “You went out with Allie Sanders last Friday?”

I nodded. While not widespread knowledge, all of my inner crew of friends knew and we weren’t working hard to keep it a secret or anything.

Adrienne fidgeted and looked away for a second before turning back to me. “I’ve been observing her.” For some reason, the way Adrienne said it was a tad bit creepy.

Arching an eyebrow, I fought the urge to feel offended. “Your point?”

Adrienne didn’t answer, instead asking, “Did you sleep with her?”

I stood up straight and said honestly, “No.”

Adrienne took two steps forward, looking me straight in the eyes. The hazel had turned to a sharp gray as her irises clicked back and forth, left and right, searching and searching for the truth.

I just held her gaze until Adrienne backed up. She swallowed and then nodded slowly. “Okay… I didn’t think so. She didn’t, ah, have that look. It was… different…”

Her task done, Adrienne started to turn away but for some reason, some impulse for complete transparency, I spoke up saying, “That might change, Adrienne. We have another date coming up.”

Without looking at me, Adrienne digested that for a moment before cocking her head. “Another date?”

“Yeah.” I fidgeted before nervously asking, “Is that a problem?” I mentally kicked myself. What? Like I needed Adrienne’s permission?

“No, no problem,” she said quickly. And then glancing at me for the briefest of moments, she actually seemed to smile as she said, “Good luck.” And then she turned and strode away.

I was more confused than ever.

A couple of girls flirting with me asked about Allie. They’d noticed how the petite brunette had been rather more affectionate with me over the course of the day and they wanted to know if it was anything serious.

I took only a second to think about it before answering, “Yes.” I’d made my decision. I was settling down. I was going to show Adrienne that I wasn’t a predator, attacking and bedding any girl I could. And there was such conviction in my voice that the two girls almost immediately dropped their jaws and then sort of nervously backed away.

I then went in search of Helene McGregory. She was with Anh Lee and a bit surprised I was approaching them during school hours, but both girls flirted happily and made reference to hooking up that afternoon.

“No, no,” I interrupted. “I wanted to tell you that I’m out. I want to get a little more serious with a girl.”

Helene looked at me like a beanstalk had just grown out of my forehead. “What? You and Adrienne getting back together?”

“No, no,” I shrugged. “Uh, Allison Sanders. We’ve been friends for a long time and now… well… I don’t know.”

“You serious?” Anh frowned in utter confusion. She knew Allie very well. They’d been friends since grade school.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

Helene sighed sadly and frowned cutely. “Well, I can’t say I’m happy about it. I WAS looking forward to a few more incredible fucks; but I understand.”

“That’s sweet,” Anh added, smiling at the idea of me and Allie.

Then out of the blue, Helene suddenly grabbed me and planted a fierce kiss on my lips, cramming her tongue down my throat before abruptly pulling away and smacking her lips. “Sorry. Just had to do that one last time,” she said with a grin.

And while I was still reeling from the passion and intensity of that kiss, Helene walked past me, patting my butt and pecking my cheek. “See ya around, Ben. Call me if you change your mind before leaving for college.”

Anh just giggled and walked past.

I touched my cheek where Helene had kissed me, rubbing off the trace of lipstick that I’d rather Allie not find. And when I turned to look after the girls, instead I caught Adrienne staring at me from across the courtyard. Good freakin’ lord. Was she everywhere?

Then Adrienne turned and strode away.

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I palmed the basketball, turning it over in my hand and then trapping it against my waist. I nodded my head back and stared down Daniel Chen. “You ready for this?”

He snorted. “I can school your rusty ass any day of the week. I’ll bet you’re out of shape after being out for a few weeks.”

“Rusty?” I arched my eyebrow. True, I hadn’t played basketball since the Adrienne meltdown, but that didn’t mean I was out of shape. Hey, fucking improves muscle tone, and I’d certainly done quite a bit of that. I checked the ball forward to Daniel, and then got set waiting for him to bounce it back. “I’ll show you rusty.”

Bounce, step, bounce, bounce… [clang]. Shit.

“Told ya you’d be rusty!” Daniel cheered over his shoulder as he raced the other way. Sung Joon grabbed the rebound of my pathetic shot and chucked it downcourt, where Daniel settled under it for an easy lay-up while I ran futilely after him.

I sighed as Kaito inbounded the ball into me to go back the other way. “1-oh. This isn’t over yet.”

Later that night I fell into a deep sleep, pleasantly exhausted from sports exercise for once. And I felt a kind of quiet peace settling over me. It had felt good to get on the court again. Life just seemed so much simpler when it was just the ball, the hoop, and your teammates.

It was lunchtime on Wednesday when for some strange reason, the girls got into a spirited debate over the merits of their various boyfriends… mostly right in front of us. It went back and forth over various topics before eventually arriving at…

“Come on, Daniel’s the smartest guy here!” Elaine Fukuhara insisted.

“Only because Cameron doesn’t go to this school,” Cassidy interjected.

“Well if he’s so smart, how come you’ve dumped him twice in the past four months?” Stephanie laughed while Cassidy made a face at her.

“Actually, James here has a perfect 4.0, higher if you count his three A.P. courses,” Megan threw in. Kaito blushed beet red and tried to hide underneath his lunch.

“Who needs brains?” Stephanie scoffed right back. “Sung could kick Kaito’s ass.”

“Oh, really?” Megan laughed and then tapped her boyfriend on the shoulder. “Go on, James. Take him out.” Kaito just sunk further into his seat, clearly embarrassed and yet strangely amused by the attention.

“Your boy won’t even talk,” Abbie put in. “Kenny’ll gab circles around any of your guys.”

“Oh, really?” Allie nudged her sister in the ribs. “Hey Ben, why don’t you explain to Kenny the merits of a state economic policy that runs on the backs of illegal immigrant workers?”

“No! No!” Abbie protested, laughing and waving her arms frantically.

“Hey!” Cassidy jumped in. “What gives YOU the right to throw Ben’s name in there, Allie? Is there something you two aren’t telling us? Hmm?”

Now it was Allie’s turn to blush beet red.

Megan tapped me on the back. “C’mon, Ben. Sounded like Allie just claimed territory over you. You gonna stand for that?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure.”

“Whoaaaa!” Three or four people around the table hooted at my response, several of the others trading mischievous glances.

“Sooo… one date and you two are an item now?” Daniel nodded at me.

“Allie must be wilder in the sack than we thought!” Cassidy giggled while slapping Megan’s shoulder.

“We haven’t slept together, Freckles,” I said in a quiet voice, my eyes leveled at my ex-girlfriend. “And I’ll thank you not to spread rumors about Allie.”

THAT shut everyone up. The calm intensity of my tone hushed the table in a millisecond. We were too closely spaced for anyone to mumble a hushed conversation to someone else without everyone hearing so and everyone just started looking at each other again, waiting to see what would happen next.

Megan found her voice first. “So Allie. What did it take to tame the beast?”

Allie was just as in shock by the turn of events as anybody else. She just looked wide-eyed at everyone and blushed. “Uh, nothing. I didn’t do anything.”

I slid my left arm protectively around her, pulling her against my side while I glanced down and smiled. “And you’ll never have to.”

Everyone gave us a few weird looks, and then the conversation quickly turned to other, more mundane topics.

Friday night crept up on me faster than I would have expected. Literally, one moment I was just getting home and sagging in front of the TV to fry some brain after a day of classes, the next I was scrambling to get dressed in time to make it to Allie’s house.

She greeted me at the door. “What? One date and you think I’ll just twiddle my thumbs waiting for you? You’re ten minutes late and Kenny already left with Abbie.”

The grin on Allie’s face and the lack of any heat in her voice just made my chuckle as I made my apologies. “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

Allie just stretched an arm up the doorjamb and leaned cutely against her raised shoulder. “Kiss me and make it all better.”

My kiss more than made it better. And I’d lifted Allie’s light body halfway up the doorjamb and palmed her ass while she wrapped her legs around my waist before I remembered that we were still out in the open and I was supposed to be keeping my lustful urges under wraps. It wasn’t my fault I was so horny. I hadn’t gotten laid since Tuesday.

Even then, it had just been Brooke and me, blowing off some steam. Kady had come in to drop Brooke off but she just patted my ass and then turned to wiggle hers at me. She’d apologized, saying that the novelty had worn off a bit. And while that didn’t mean she’d never want to fuck me again down the road, for now she’d satisfied her curiosity.

So even though Allie could feel my three-day-old erection rubbing against her through her panties, and even though I could see the heat in her eyes telling me I could throw her on the floor and fuck her if I really wanted to, I pecked her nose and gently set her down to the floor.

Allie seemed mildly disappointed, but nodded agreeably that we were taking the better course of action. So when I proffered my elbow and asked, “Ready to go?” she latched on and followed me out the door.

This time, I suggested a slightly more social dining location where Allie and I would more likely be seen by some of the High School crowd, instead of the more upscale restaurant we’d been to last time. As soon as I asked, Allie looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. She realized the implications. After all the rumors swirling about us at school, to step out with her like this on a Friday night would be confirmation that yes, we were an ‘item’.

“Why are you doing this, Ben?” Allie asked me while we were driving out.

“Do you not want to?”

“No, no. I do, I do want to,” she answered quickly. “I just…” She took a deep breath. “We’re friends, right, Ben?”

“Right.”

“Just friends?”

“Well… I’ll admit there’s a little bit beyond friendship I’d like to do with you… or TO you if you like it better that way,” I grinned. “I thought you did, too. Wasn’t that the original point?”

“Yes, but you could have sex with me without all this,” Allie waved her hand around. “You don’t have to actually date me, Ben.”

“But I want to.”

“Why? I’m not exactly your type.”

“I don’t have a type.”

Allie snorted. “Sure you do. Tall, beautiful, and with big tits. I think Megan’s the only one I’ve seen you with that DIDN’T fit that description.”

“Megan’s beautiful,” I frowned.

“But she’s 5’4” and an A-cup.”

”I don’t have a type,” I insisted.

“Really? Name one girl you’ve been with under 5’8” and less than a C-cup, if not a ‘D’ or bigger.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t name names, Allie. You never saw me throwing your name around last summer, and I’d like to think that nobody outside our closest friends even knows that you, me, and your sister ever boinked.”

“Well,” Allie grinned. “There WAS that time at Elaine’s end-of-the-year party. EVERYONE knows what’s up when they go inside to borrow a guest bedroom.”

“Hey, that one wasn’t my fault. And half the people we know just went in there to make out.”

Allie snorted again. “When we were like fourteen, yeah. We’re Seniors now, Ben. Everyone knows they’re going in there to get laid.” Then she gave me a strange look. “You’re just distracting me away from my original question.”

I shrugged. “What do you want me to say, Allie? You’re not my usual type? Sure, maybe, whatever. The point is, I LIKE being with you, okay? This isn’t a ruse. I’m not trying to manipulate you. But that date we went on was different from almost every other date I’ve been on for… for I can’t remember how long. My life has been such a mess lately and my mind is running around in circles and for some reason, my brain doesn’t feel so cluttered when I’m with you. Fair enough?”

Allie was rolling her face in a little circle just trying to keep up with my rambling, but after a second she stopped and grinned. “Okay.” Then she leaned across the center console and kissed my cheek. “Okay.”

Brooke came into my bedroom late on Saturday morning. She pulled back the covers and slid herself half-onto me, her head on my shoulder with one arm stretched over my chest, and one leg kicked over the top of mine. I cinched my arm around her back to hold my sister more tightly to me as I came awake and then glanced over at the clock. It was after 11am.

“You’re sleeping in late,” Brooke smiled at me when I finally looked over at her.

I stretched my neck out. “Didn’t sleep so well last night.”

“You used to sleep great on Friday nights.”

I sighed. “That’s because I used to get laid on Friday nights. It’s always easy to sleep after three or four orgasms.”

“Aww, Allie still won’t let you into her panties?”

“It’s not that. She’ll let me. But we’re having such a great time that I don’t want to spoil it with sex. I’m learning so much more about her without the physical stuff getting in the way.” I sighed. “But it CAN be a little frustrating.”

“Poor baby.” Brooke brushed my forehead with her hand before getting a wicked grin on her face. Then she started sliding down my body to take the waistband of my shorts in her hands. “Let me relieve the pressure.”

“Brooke…” I cautioned, thinking of the time.

“Relax. The ‘rents took the twins out for the day. We have all the time in the world, and since you didn’t pop off at all last night, I want at least four rounds out of you today. Got it?” And then my little sister bent over and took most of my cock into her mouth on the first go. She’d been practicing deep-throating for a while now, and she was maybe two inches short of completion. I just let my head roll back and enjoyed the beauty of morning.

Where would I be if I didn’t have Brooke?

“You still haven’t slept with her?”

I jumped out of my skin, completely startled by the sudden voice behind me. I spun in front of my locker and turned to look at Adrienne, who had her arms folded across her chest, this time her books obscuring any possible view of her cleavage.

I shook my head. “That’s none of your business, Adrienne.”

She stared into my eyes. “That’s a ‘no’, then.”

“That’s a ‘none of your business’,” I repeated indignantly.

Adrienne just waved me off and started to leave. But she stopped and came back to me. “Why are you doing this, Ben?”

“Doing what?”

“Are you out to prove a point? Are you just toying with Allie? Because she doesn’t deserve to be a pawn in your little games.”

“This isn’t a game, Adrienne. I like her, alright?”

She stepped forward challengingly, getting about a foot in front of my face. “Just tell me this isn’t about me, Ben.”

“This isn’t about you, Adrienne,” I said firmly. But then I felt a tweak of uncertainty in the back of my head. Was this about Adrienne? Was this about proving to her that I wasn’t the monster she thought I was?

Adrienne sighed, looking at me quizzically for a moment as if still digesting whatever conclusions she’d drawn for herself from my eyes. Then she said softly, “You were never a very good liar.”

And then she turned and strode away.

It was later on Monday when Lynne bumped her hip into me between fifth and sixth periods. “Hey, Ben.”

“Hey, Lynne.”

“Good news. Adrienne’s softening on you. She actually talked to me and Heather about you today. She misses the hell out of you, Ben. Even if she won’t admit it to herself.”

“Really?” I felt my mood lifting dramatically. “Wow, Lynne. You guys are incredible.”

Lynne shrugged. “Can’t take all the credit. Candy talked Adrienne’s dad into sending her to a therapist again. She told him Adrienne was having some relapses to her childhood trauma and he set up the appointments. I think Adrienne’s been craving any attention from her father and she agreed immediately when he told her to go.”

“Wow.”

Lynne nodded. “And this thing with Allie Sanders, is it real?”

I stopped and turned to my friend, firmly replying. “Yes. Why does everyone think I’m just playing her?”

Lynne shrugged. “Sorry. It’s just that she’s not your usual type.”

“I don’t have a type!” I barked rather indignantly.

Lynne chuckled. “Whatever you say…”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s real. Okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Lynne said with her hands up defensively. “If it’s real, keep it up. I hate to say it, but you having a real relationship with Allie might be the best thing for fixing your relationship with Adrienne. She needs you as a friend, Ben, not as a boyfriend right now. She needs to trust you again. And she does miss you.”

I sighed and thought of that empty spot in my heart I still had walled up. “I miss her, too.”

“Ben, when are we going to sleep together?”

Allie was leaning against my chest while I wrapped my arms around her waist. It was Friday, the last Friday in March and we were in the foothills looking out across the Pacific Ocean on a private picnic. Megan and I had first found this spot long ago.

Allie looked down from the descending sun over the ocean to play with my fingers as she fidgeted nervously after her question.

I glanced down, caught slightly off-guard by her question but after a moment’s thought, I replied. “Whenever you want.”

She sagged against my left arm, turning slightly to begin rubbing it with her right hand. “Don’t you want me?”

I frowned and squeezed her tighter. “Of course I do.”

“Then why haven’t you already made a move on me? It’s already our third date and I can’t help but think you’ve never waited this long before.” She shivered in my grasp.

“I…” I began before trailing off. I felt my heart sink into my stomach, a little of my old guilt coming back to me. “I can’t make the first move, Allie. Not this time. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”

“What do you mean?”

I sighed. “All my relationships have revolved around sex. When it boils down to it, I’ve only ever had four girlfriends: Megan, Cassidy, Adrienne, and Dawn. But I’ve slept with a lot more girls than that. Just sex. Nothing real. I guess…” My voice trailed off as I searched for the right words.

Allie waited me out. And then I took a deep breath. “We’re friends, right, Allie?”

“Of course.”

“I value that. I never want to lose that. And it would kill me if our relationship ever became just about sex.”

“That’s not gonna happen, Ben,” she said firmly.

“Why not?”

“Because I won’t let it.” Allie twisted until she was face-to-face with me, the setting sun now completely ignored. “Now shut up and let me fuck you.”

I barely had time to react before Allie’s hand came up and gripped the back of my head while she planted her lips on mine. I instantly felt my heartbeat speed up and my nostrils flare for more oxygen as the intensity of our kiss built and built until suddenly I realized I was flat on my back while Allie kissed me harder than anything I could remember.

A cool breeze whipped over us and Allie grabbed the thick blanket we’d been using as a shield, pulling it up her back as she bent and started lifting my shirt up. I reached down myself and ripped it over my head before Allie went back to kissing me and then started fumbling with my zipper. With several jerky movements under the blanket, my jeans and shorts were around my ankles while Allie worked in frustration to disrobe herself as well.

“Fucking stupid,” she cursed. “Why the hell did I decide to wear jeans tonight?”

I chuckled and ran my hands up and down her sides just beneath her shirt. My fingertips brushed against her bra strap and then while Allie finished stripping herself below the waist, she ordered, “Unhook me.” There was no question who was in charge of this, or of who was making the first move.

Absolved from that guilt, I let the excitement of the moment take over as I slid my hands up the insides of her sleeves and expertly whipped both shirt and bra off without either catching on her face. And then we were both buck naked beneath the blanket on our exposed little hill. The sun was almost gone and the air was rapidly dimming, but we didn’t need light to find each other’s lips as we kissed and tongued and wrapped our limbs around each other in the ancient horizontal dance of lust.

I’m not exactly sure when my dick slipped into Allie. I don’t know if she moved me into position or if it just penetrated by accident. But I felt the sudden constriction of her virginally-tight vagina and Allie gasped at feeling her first penis in nearly a year. She humped downward with her hips trying to drive me even deeper and on instinct, I reached up and gripped her shoulders to physically yank the cute brunette down around my cock.

As if we’d both been holding our breath, we gasped together once our pelvic bones mashed up against each other, and Allie turned her head to the side of mine, rubbing her cheek against me while moaning, “It’s in meee! It’s in me!”

I chuckled nostalgically and slid my hands off her shoulders, feeling the tight musculature of Allie’s back as I caressed my way down to her tiny waist and narrow hips, palming both of her asscheeks to tug her down even deeper against my crotch.

“Ungh, ohhh…” Allie groaned, her hips pivoting sideways so that her right hip was in the air before pivoting the other way, rocking herself side-to-side on my shaft and stretching her vaginal tunnel in the process. And then she sat up to once again grab the sides of my head and hungrily attack my lips.

I let Allie take the lead for a while. She’d built up quite a bit of anticipation in her head of her very first fuck since the whole pregnancy scare, and I watched the riot of emotions crossing her face as she humped herself up and down my pole, driving herself nuts with both physical and mental stimulations. She fucked me as hard and as fast and as deeply as she wanted. And with almost no help from me save for my guiding hands on her hips, Allie was bringing herself to her first coital orgasm in a long, long time.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” she chanted as she ramped up to climax. “I’m gonna cum! So close! So close! So— AAAAH!!!”

Allie squeezed my cock inside her little cunny as she came. She dropped down on me several times so deeply that it felt like the head of my cock was bouncing off the spongy wall at the back of her vagina. And then her whole body trembled and she hunched forward, pressing her perky tits into my face while her ass wriggled like it was on batteries.

Once the orgasm passed, her eyes flew open and she stared at me with an intense golden brown gaze. “Roll me over and FUCK me, Ben!” Allie commanded. “Roll me over and FUCK me.”

Quickly, I gripped her ass with one hand and sat up, flipping us over to make sure we didn’t roll off the bottom blanket. I managed to keep my cock lodged inside her and paused just long enough to cover our bodies with the top blanket once again. Once that was settled, Allie gripped my head and growled, “FUCK me and cum inside me.”

I did as ordered. For the first time in weeks, I could throw caution to the wind and just hammer my way at a willing pussy. Ever since that ‘settle down’ conversation with Lynne and Candy, I’d held my lustful aggression in check, always worried that the sex-crazed monster inside me would be let loose and I’d never regain control again. I’d flirted less with other girls. I’d resisted having sex with Allie. And even with Brooke I hadn’t let myself pound her the way I, or sometimes she, might have wanted.

But I pounded Allie now.

“FUCK ME!” she howled at the night sky.

“FUCK ME!” she screamed.

And I pounded her little pussy without mercy.

I felt Allie’s body tense beneath me just before I came. I think she was coming just then, extremely turned on by the frantic fuck and also by my rampant fucking enthusiasm. But I was too lost in my own world to really be sure as I felt my balls suddenly compressing as I began ejecting millions upon millions of live sperm into the back of Allie’s womb.

I hadn’t even thought about it. I just did it. Yeah, I’d knocked her up the first time we did this, but I had no fear. She promised me she was safe. She promised me we’d always be friends. And she whimpered so happily in my ear, “Cum in me! You’re cumming in me! I can feel your hot juices splashing into my pussy, Ben! It’s so good! I love it! I love it!”

And then I was done. My balls drained for the moment, I collapsed down and then rolled to the side, pulling my cock out of Allie as what little semen remained inside me leaked out onto her thigh like a garden hose dribbling out the last bit of water. I was gasping for air, panting uncontrollably. And I realized something.

For the last several weeks, every time I’d done this my mind was absolutely blank after I’d finished cumming. Helene, Anh, Brooke, Kady, it didn’t matter. My mind was emptied with each orgasm, such a peaceful state that I’d been rather addicted to it. ‘Empty’ was far better than my usual mental state, which had been to clutter my brain so that I wouldn’t think of Adrienne. I couldn’t let myself think of Adrienne.

But now my mind wasn’t blank. My mind was full… full of gratitude and affection for this sweet little girl beside me. I was so happy to be lying there with Allie Sanders, watching the twinkle in her eye after a wonderful climax as she panted for oxygen in front of me. And it felt so natural to lean forward and tenderly kiss her.

It wasn’t love, at least not like the desperately longing feelings I’d had for Dawn and Adrienne. It was more like the warm, fuzzy affection I’d felt for Megan and Cassidy, and that made sense to me. They were my friends first, and I found a peaceful contentment with them and with their presence beside me. And gratitude; I felt grateful that Allie was with me, so I wouldn’t have to be alone.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

“Mmm, no, thank you,” Allie sighed. “That was better than I remembered.”

I hadn’t thanked her for the sex, even though that was how she took it. But I wasn’t so concerned to correct her. Instead, I simply pulled her head closely to mine as I pressed my forehead against hers. And then I sighed happily.

We lay like that for a few minutes before the chill in the air began to cool down our overheated bodies. Allie picked her head up, noticing how the entire hill had gone dark, only the moonlight showing us the way back to my car. She then turned to me and said, “Kenny should have come to pick up Abbie by now. Wanna go back to my place and try this again on my bed?”

When I heard a key jiggle in the front door lock on Monday afternoon, I was surprised when Brooke burst through the door screaming, “I’m going to Senior Prom!!!”

It took a few seconds for that to sink in. I button-mashed mindlessly until the full details of Brooke’s exclamation hit my brain, and then I reflexively jerked to pause the game. “Wait, WHAT?” I turned and elevated my head.

Brooke popped out of the kitchen, sucking down a water-bottle like her life depended on it while Kady followed silently after. I waited while Brooke dropped the water bottle, gulped, and then panted rather dramatically for breath before looking at me and gleefully exclaiming again, “I’m going to Senior Prom!!!”

I winced at the momentary nightmarish thought of my little sister pestering me at Senior Prom, what many held to be the most important night of our lives up till that point. And with a bewildered expression on my face, I asked again, “Wait, WHAT?”

“Ohmigod! I’m only a Sophomore and a Senior asked me to Prom!” Brooke jumped in the air and did a splits-kick cheerleading move, only narrowly managing not to knock over the table lamp.

Kady just leaned back with an arched eyebrow and a look of utter amusement.

“What? Who?” I threw my hands up.

“Drew Walker!” Brooke cheered. “He’s sooo popular and sooo gorgeous! I still can’t believe he asked me!”

A chill went down my spine. “What? How?” I felt like a broken record, repeating the same three bars over and again. I remembered Drew flirting with Brooke at his first house party, but I had no clue the Senior basketball jock had a serious interest in her.

“He and Kenley broke up!”

“Wait, who broke up with whom?”

“I don’t know! I don’t care! I’m going to Senior Prom!”

“Tell me this is an April Fool’s joke.”

“Nope!”

Oh, this was BAD.

But I didn’t have any more time to debate the issue. Brooke simply turned to Kady and gleefully declared, “Come on, Kady! I’m excited and you know how horny I get when I’m excited!”

Smirking, Kady just set her water bottle down on the sofa table and turned to follow after Brooke, who was already bouncing up the stairs. With a sassy wave of her ass at my face, she remarked, “If you jerk off outside the door, Ben, try not to leave any stains on the carpet.”

No amount of persuasion was going to convince Brooke not to go to Prom with Drew. He was a Senior. He was Captain of the Basketball team. And he was considered quite the babe by Brooke and her friends. I didn’t even try very hard.

Even after we had a really rocky start over Cassidy in the beginning, Drew had been a decent enough guy lately. He nodded to me when we passed in the halls and he more or less treated me like a respected equal at all times. Yeah, he was a bit crude with the girls in general, but he had enough charm to still be popular with them and with the Senior class in general. I really couldn’t think of anything against him.

Except that the mere thought of him having sex with Brooke curdled my blood.

Still, it wasn’t my place to try and interfere at this point. All I could do was be a good big brother and keep an eye out for her. The instant the guy tried to drag her up to a hotel bedroom after Prom, I WOULD knock his lights out.

But Brooke’s declaration reminded me that the Prom was coming up in another month, in early May. And it reminded me that so far, I had not yet asked someone to be my date.

My obvious choice was Allie. After all, weren’t we getting close and weren’t people whispering about how she and I were quickly becoming boyfriend/girlfriend? I hadn’t used the term myself and we hadn’t discussed going steady or anything, but it was the logical conclusion to our relationship.

But she wasn’t who I really wanted to go to Prom with. The instant the word Prom came into my head, I pictured myself looking quite dashing in a tux, and on my arm… was Adrienne.

Was it fair to take Allie if I really wanted to be there with Adrienne? Was it fair to Allie NOT to take her, given our current relationship? But the problem was that I didn’t love Allie. I wasn’t in love with her and I didn’t think I ever would be. We had a great friendship and I felt sooo comfortable with her. And yes, we’d made love. But I just didn’t have those feelings for her.

Maybe it didn’t matter. As of right now, Adrienne STILL wasn’t talking to me, if you didn’t count those brief interrogations out of the blue. And if it wasn’t Adrienne, who else BUT Allie. It just made sense.

And so it came to pass that I walked up to Allie on Tuesday morning, gave her a warm hug and kiss in greeting, and asked, “Allison Sanders, will you go to the Prom with me?”

Her eyes flew WIDE open. She gasped and clapped both hands over her mouth for a few seconds, and then slowly dropped her hands down while exclaiming, “Ohmigod!”

I waited for about ten seconds while Allie just stared at me in complete shock. Then I finally asked, “Uh, is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?”

She was beaming and hopping up and down in place. “It’s a ‘yes’! Yes! Of course, yes!” And then she launched herself into my arms.

Wow. I’d thought she might be excited but you’d have thought I just proposed marriage or something. A few students around us stopped what they were doing and turned to look as Allie screamed, “Yes!” And then she grabbed my head and kissed me.

I enjoyed the warmth of the kiss for a long while before taking a step back and nervously looking around. I was never that comfortable with this many eyes on me at the same time. And then Allie just looped her arm through mine and started dragging me off towards where our friends usually met up before classes started.

“Unbelievable…” Allie shook her head. “If someone would have told me a year ago… even a month ago… that I’d be going to Prom with Big Ben, I never would have believed them.”

“In just a little more than a month, you’ll find out,” I grinned.

“Oh, it feels like forever,” Allie breathed. But then her mood abruptly changed. “I mean, we haven’t even been dating for a month, Ben. A lot can happen.”

She stopped walking, turned, and hugged herself too me. At 5’3”, the top of her head was smack in the middle of my chest. “Y’know, I spent the weekend terrified, Ben. I was so sure that once we’d had sex again, you’d decide you’d done your duty and break up with me.”

“Break up with you?” I turned her face up to me. “What? Why?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. This isn’t love, Ben. It’s friendship with… I don’t know. I’m attracted to you, but I’m not in love with you.”

I nodded. “That’s okay. I’m not expecting every girl around to fall in love with me.”

Her expression turned concerned. “Ben, where is this going? I thought we both agreed this wouldn’t become serious. I’m going to Scripps in the fall and you’re heading to Berkeley. I mean, I’m happy you’re with me now and I love spending time with you, but circumstances may change over the next few weeks.”

I sighed. “Do you want to go to Prom with me, Allie? I mean, if there’s another guy you’d rather be with then—”

“No, no. You’re it, Ben. You’re my number one pick.”

“Then no matter what else happens, you’ll be my date. I promise you that.”

She didn’t answer but to reach up to my head and pull me down for another kiss.

Allie and I were headed out after the last class together the same day. We were rendezvousing with the guys for basketball; and some of the other girls, especially the ones with boyfriends in the game, were coming as well.

Speaking of basketball, Drew Walker and some of his buddies were hanging out at the end of this particular hallway. I saw him and a hard look set into my face. He and I didn’t necessarily have a problem with each other, but I felt the need to make it clear that situation would change if he hurt my little sister.

“Hang on a sec,” I told Allie as I led us to the side and up the guys. “Hey, Drew.”

“’Sup, Ben,” he gave me the head nod and then gestured with his hands and bowed his head, letting me to go ahead and speak. It was the first time we were running into each other since I found out he’d asked Brooke to Prom, and he was expecting this.

“You’re taking my sister to Prom?” I asked in a calm, but not necessarily friendly voice.

“Yes,” he nodded. “She’s a beautiful girl.”

I ignored his complement. “You going to take care of her?”

“Yes,” he nodded and kept a straight face. I was on the lookout for the leering grin I knew we guys could get when we were thinking about getting into a girl’s panties.

“You going to hurt her?”

“No. No, I won’t do that,” he said confidently.

I didn’t entirely trust the guy. He could be extremely charming when he wanted to, but I was colored by my first impressions and by Cassidy’s less-than-glowing review of the guy. I was dead certain he intended to get into Brooke’s panties, and while that was ultimately Brooke’s decision to make, I didn’t have to like it.

Still, I had to accept it. “Okay,” I nodded.

“We’re cool?” he asked.

“We’re cool.”

“Good. But before you go, I’m throwing a party Thursday night. Kind of a pre-Spring Break party.”

“Thursday?” The day was odd to be sure.

“Yeah, too many people heading out of town on Friday night, so we’re doing this early. Everyone’s gonna be there: the team, the cheerleaders. And if you want to keep an eye on your sister, Brooke’s already said she’s coming.”

Now I DEFINITELY had to go. “Yeah, yeah, sounds good.” And then another thought came to me. “Adrienne’s gonna be there?”

“Uh, yeah. She already said yes. Can you handle that?” There was a challenge in Drew’s voice.

“Yeah.” I glanced at Allie for a moment. “Yeah, I can handle that.”

“See you there.”

“Mmm… take it slow… Like that, Ben… Mmm…”

“Oh, Allie,” I groaned.

We were in my bedroom, the rest of the house empty. The twins were still at their friend’s house on this Wednesday. Brooke had cheer practice. And Allie and I were taking advantage of the opportunity to use a bed.

“You’re so tense, Ben. Relax, relax. Let it flow. I want to feel it inside me.”

“Unnghhh,” I grunted. “Just one more.”

“I’ve already come twice, Ben. You made me happy,” Allie giggled while rubbing my back.

“One more,” I gritted my teeth and then bent to kiss her neck, leaving feathery little kisses along Allie’s sensitive skin that trailed down the ridge of her shoulder while I concentrated on carving my cock around her snug pussy. I was rewarded with cute little gasping sounds as Allie’s hip rolls got just a little more urgent and I began to pick up the pace, stroking shallowly to help stimulate her more than myself.

“Ugh, men and egos,” Allie grunted but closed her eyes and rolled her head back as the pleasure shot through her. I straightened my back, which due to our height difference meant Allie’s face was once again level with my chest. At least when she was on top of me, she was at the perfect height to kiss me. But with me on top, I almost felt like I was smothering her.

Smothered or not, Allie certainly didn’t mind as her third orgasm built. She started pecking my chest and gripping me as best she could with all four limbs while my powerful body thrust in and out of her. And when she began her familiar, “Ohmigod-ohmigod-ohmigod” whimpering, I started pounding her harder to stimulate my own ejaculation just as she was cresting into hers.

“Oh, I’m cumming, Ben,” she gasped softly. “I’m cumming. Cum with me. Cum in me!”

I gasped myself as I felt the release from tension. And then my semen jetted forth, splashing against the deepest reaches of Allie’s pussy to meet the wave of honey pouring out of her as well. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs while I clenched my ass and tried to cram even more of my cock into her, my mushroom head bottoming out and pressing up against the small girl’s cervix. And like an elaborate sculpture, muscles tense, we both held that pose for a few more seconds until our orgasms waned and I rolled myself to the side to avoid crushing her beneath me.

“Oh, wow…” Allie groaned. “I can’t believe I went this long without having sex again. You’ve spoiled me, Ben. You’re too good. I’ll never be able to have a meaningful sexual relationship with another man.”

I chuckled and stared at the ceiling. Lost in my own thoughts. Despite the pleasurable climax, I was still a little nervous about tomorrow night.

Allie noticed my distracted nature. “Ben? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Ben. We’ve been dating less than four weeks now and even I can easily tell when you’re lying.” She clucked over me and ran her hand over my forehead and along my scalp. “You’re tense. Nervous about something?”

“Yeah…”

“Drew’s party?”

“Yeah…”

“Why? Because Adrienne’s gonna be there? She’s always around at school.”

“Not in such close proximity. I’m just worried things are going to be awkward. And it’s not just that.”

“What?”

“Brooke.”

“She’s a big girl, Ben. She can take care of herself.”

“She’s FIFTEEN. She’s a Sophomore. And she’s my little sister,” I replied somewhat indignantly. “Drew’s a predator. How many cheerleaders has he dated in the past two years? Six? Seven?”

“How many cheerleaders have YOU screwed in the past two years, Ben?” Allie asked quietly.

I grumped and rolled away, turning my back to Allie.

She sighed. “I’m sorry. That’s uncalled for.”

“No, no, it’s okay. But that just proves my point. I know how horny I would be around a girl as cute as Brooke. Is Drew really any different?”

“You’re not Drew, Ben. Not a single girl I’ve talked to has a negative view of you once you were done. Not one. Okay, maybe Adrienne. But that’s a special case that you STILL won’t explain to me,” she huffed. “But girls love you, Ben. Every one of Drew’s ex-girlfriends hates him like the Devil.”

“You’re NOT reassuring me about tomorrow night.”

She giggled. “Sorry. Was busy making sure you weren’t beating up on yourself. The past is past. And I really respect who you are today.”

I took a deep breath and then rolled back to Allie. “Thanks. You know, I don’t think we ever had the boyfriend/girlfriend, committed monogamous talk yet.”

Allie chuckled and rolled onto her back. “And we won’t Ben. I won’t be your girlfriend.”

“What?” I wasn’t expecting that response.

“We can date and for however long this lasts, I’ll enjoy it. But I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your friend and for now, we’re… together… ish. But this isn’t permanent and I’m not going to kid myself into thinking it will become permanent.”

“That’s awfully cynical, Allie.”

“It’s real. I know you, Ben. You’re my friend, I respect you, and you’re incredible in bed. But you don’t love me. And that’s okay. I’m not in love with you, either. So let’s not pretend otherwise.”

I grinned. “Then I must be dense. We’ve been friends forever and I feel like I’m just now getting to know you.”

She laughed. “That’s because you’re a boy, Ben. All boys are dense.” Then she rolled forward so that her head was on my stomach as she looked up at me. “But… boys DO have a monopoly on wonderful cocks.” She smiled as she began slinking her way down my body until her head was over my crotch. And right before she took me into her mouth, she grinned, saying, “And I’m gonna enjoy this one for as long as I can.”

I picked Allie up from her house, Abbie making a few jealous remarks about how SHE never got invited to bigwig parties. Allie just enjoyed being on top of her sister for a bit and went ahead and rubbed it in her twin sister’s face before I finally dragged her out of there.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up outside of Drew’s house. The driveway was already packed and I parallel-parked my beater Corolla three houses down. Allie and I walked up together and we were promptly greeted by the animated chatter of a forty high-schoolers spread throughout the house and into the backyard, enjoying the relative Spring warmth.

“Allie! Ben!” Heather hugged the both of us as we entered. Heather held a red Solo cup in her hand, appearing to be already buzzed even though it was still early. “So great of you to come! You should see Adrienne, Ben. I think she might even talk to you today!”

“Great,” I nodded, not sure how I felt about that. Yeah, I missed Adrienne and I missed what we had together, but I had NO idea what the hell I would say to her if I got the chance. I’d be doubly nervous if Allie was next to me when the opportunity happened.

So instead I focused on my other big source of nervousness and asked Heather, “Have you seen Brooke?”

“Yeah, uh. I think she’s… over there!” Heather pointed and sure enough, there was Brooke, dancing with Kady, Jennifer Vo, and Erin Roberts while several of the JV basketball guys flirted with them. I’m not exactly sure what excuse Brooke gave my parents for being out on a Thursday night, but I wasn’t about to rat her out. I myself had needed to ask for a curfew exemption to stay out until midnight.

With Allie in tow, I weaved my way through the crowd of students dancing to a fully-functional sound system and went up to Brooke. I noticed on the way that while she flirted with a couple of guys, no one dared dance with her in Drew’s house. So my sister wasn’t too occupied as I came up to her.

“Hey, Ben!”

“Hey, Brooke. You going to behave tonight?”

“Mmm, maybe not!” She giggled and as I leaned forward to hear her over the music, I smelled beer on her breath.

Wrinkling my nose, I frowned. Brooke drank some at the previous party and had come out unscathed. But I couldn’t help but lean in and say sternly, “Don’t drink too much.”

“Yes, Mom.” Brooke rolled her eyes.

I turned to Kady. “Keep an eye on her, will you?”

“No problem, mon,” Kady grinned.

I sighed and turned back to Allie. “Let’s go get something to drink.”

I spent the next hour and a half keeping a distant eye on Brooke. Half my attention was on her and the other half was scanning for Adrienne. I saw her quite a few times, but she never approached me even once. There was one time she looked over at me, biting her lip as if working up the courage to come up and say something, but she didn’t. Lynne and Heather at one point came over to tell me to keep my hopes up. And I was back to my routine.

Unfortunately, Allie noticed my distracted state. I’d only sparingly interacted with her and finally fed up, she simply grabbed my head and turned it to face her. “Hey, hey. Remember me?”

I blushed and apologized, “Sorry. I’m not paying much attention to you.”

“That’s okay. I kind of expected it. I know you came here mostly to keep an eye on Brooke. But I don’t really know anybody here and it feels a little weird when even you are ignoring me.” She pouted prettily.

I took a deep breath and then nodded. “Right then.” I stood up straight and then bent, offering my hand like a gentleman in a ballroom. “Mademoiselle, may I have this dance?”

The formal effect was somewhat lost by the sound of “Hella Good” by No Doubt blaring over the speakers, but Allie didn’t seem to mind as she gleefully took my hand and stood up to dance.

I twirled her in my arms and led her onto the dance floor. I bumped and grooved to the music, wrapping my hands around Allie’s hips and pulling her against the erection slowly forming in my crotch. She felt it, giggled, and ground her ass a little harder against me. And for the next thirty minutes, I simply enjoyed the company of a cute girl who was totally into me. It was like the lyrics said: ‘You got me feeling hella good so let’s just keep on dancing.’

Then after nine or ten songs, Allie and I took a break to get some water. I took the opportunity to scan the area, looking for both Adrienne and Brooke. But after several visual passes like radar sweeps through the crowd, I didn’t locate either of them.

And then I heard the scream: “BEN!!!”

My head jerked around so fast that I threw myself off-balance as my body tried to keep up. It was Adrienne’s voice. I quickly zeroed in on the stairs and saw Adrienne hustle halfway down and scan the room hurriedly, her head darting left and right. Unable to find me, she screamed again. “BENNNN!!!”

I took off at a dead run.

Oh, SHIT. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I saw the look on Adrienne’s face. She was in full control of her faculties. This wasn’t some delusional outburst related to her childhood trauma. She was all Adrienne, and she was simultaneously angry and terrified; but not for herself. That could only mean… Brooke.

Adrienne saw me more or less bashing my way through the crowd, shoving people aside left and right, spilling drinks and knocking people off balance all the way. At least as I got closer to the stairs, people had already moved aside to give me room.

She was rapidly gesturing ‘come here’ motions as if that would speed me up any faster, and I raced up the stairs taking them three steps at a time and stumbling once while Adrienne turned and scrambled ahead of me, gasping, “She won’t even let me touch her.”

I followed Adrienne’s lead around a corner and into a bedroom. There, naked and curled up on her side, was Brooke. Sweat dotted across her entire body, and to my everlasting heartbreak, there was semen dribbling out of BOTH her vagina and red-raw anus. I knew with certainty that before tonight, my little sister had been an anal virgin.

My lungs gave out as all the oxygen flew out of my body, doubling me over in pain as I gasped for breath. I sank to my knees for just a moment while Adrienne went to Brooke, who was facing away from us. Adrienne touched the younger girl who just wailed and shook herself away from Adrienne’s hand, crying, “Nooo… Bennn… I want my brudder.”

I hadn’t heard Brooke lisp the word ‘brother’ since she was five. I was up and by her side in an instant. Holding her with both arms and lifting her up against my chest, I soothed, “I’m here, Brooke. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry, Ben,” she whimpered and cried, her tears rapidly soaking my shirt. “I’m sorry. I should have listened.”

“No, no. This isn’t your fault,” I insisted and stroked her hair, cradling her head to the crook of my chest and left arm while I rocked her slowly. Brooke just whimpered, closed her eyes, and pressed herself even tighter against me.

“It is my fault, Ben. It IS.”

I shushed her and turned to Adrienne, barking, “Get her clothes.”

Adrienne went wide-eyed and hesitated a moment before jerking around in a big circle looking for Brooke’s clothes. She found them in a pile at the foot of the bed, except that the panties were missing.

Sighing, I just nodded as Adrienne brought them over and then told her. “Grab some hand towels, wet one with soap and bring a dry one too.”

By this point, Allie, Heather, and Lynne had also arrived along with several other onlookers, including Erin Roberts. Shielding Brooke’s naked body from view, I told Adrienne to close the door and both she and Lynne slipped out while closing the door behind them, except for Erin who slipped in. Otherwise, Heather stood guard to make sure no one else came into the room. Allie just stared in wide-eyed shock.

I kept rocking Brooke as I searched for something else to do. It finally occurred to me to ask, “Brooke, who did this?”

She whimpered and winced before croaking, “Drew and Marco.”

I clenched my teeth. “Both of them?”

She nodded her head.

I grunted and squeezed her a little harder. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s my fault Ben. It’s my fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

Just then, the door cracked open and Adrienne and Lynne slipped back inside with the requested towels. I snatched the soapy one from Adrienne and started wiping down Brooke’s body, stretching her out to start with her pussy and working between her legs towards her ass. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on, staring at my face and biting her lip to keep from whimpering too much.

Lynne was the first to suggest, “Uh, Ben. Maybe one of us should…”

But Brooke shot her a look and shook her head in the negative before clutching tighter to me. Lynne held up her hands and backed off. I finished soaping, wetting, and then drying Brooke off before reaching my hand out to Brooke’s bra. I lay my sister down and started dressing her.

“It’s my fault, Ben,” Brooke whimpered, her tongue still a little thick with alcohol, her words a little sluggish. “I knew what I was getting into. I came willingly into this room with Drew and Marco.”

A growl started low in my throat and fought my gag reflex. The thought of the two bastards double-teaming my sister made me want to puke. “You were drunk, Brooke. They took advantage of a drunken 15-year-old girl.”

“I thought I was being so cool. Me, a Sophomore, with Drew Walker!” Brooke groaned, “I wasn’t really thrilled with Marco being there but I’d never had two guys at the same time before. They kept telling me how pretty I was and how horny I made them both. I felt like a sexy grown-up, you know?”

I winced and focused on getting her shirt on.

Brooke’s lips quivered. “It wasn’t any fun. I’d never had sex like that before,” she whimpered, her eyes unfocused. “They just… used me. Never even tried to make me cum. Marco kept yanking on the back of my head, trying to make me deep-throat him, but I can’t do that yet. You KNOW that, Ben.”

Red haze appeared in my vision, but I squeezed my eyes and fought to keep myself under control long enough to finish the task at hand. I reached for her skirt.

“Drew just thrust and came within minutes,” Brooke simpered. “It hurt. I wasn’t really wet yet. Then Marco just threw me on my belly and rutted into me like I was nothing… like I was piece of meat. I kept trying to wriggle around and show him how I liked it. He spanked me, Ben. Not like you. Not in a good way. So I told them to stop. I told them ‘NO’. But they wouldn’t stop.”

I finished her skirt and sat her up, pulling her into my arms. She shuddered then. “And then Drew took my ass. It HURT, Ben. I kept screaming for him to stop. I kept screaming for ANYBODY to come help me. But no one came. No one heard me.”

The tears started rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t hear her. I didn’t come to her rescue. I’d shirked my duty to go dancing “Hella Good”. If I’d just kept my eye on her, I would have seen Drew taking her upstairs. I would have BEEN there.

I spied the tube of KY Jelly sitting on the bedspread to my right, grabbed it and flung it hard enough against a framed poster on the wall that it cracked the glass. And then I squeezed my little sister until she gasped and tapped me by saying, “Not so hard, Ben.”

I relaxed my grip immediately while Brooke just nestled her head against the crook of my neck.

“I thought I was ready. I wasn’t. It’s all my fault.”

“Not your fault, Brooke,” I growled. “Not your fault.” And then another thought came to me. I looked around, seeing my friends and Erin. “Where’s Kady? Jennifer?”

“They left early.” Brooke gave me a significant look. “Uh, you know…”

I sighed. I’d half-depended on them to watch Brooke, but the pair had left to have their own fun together. I spun to Erin. “Where were you?”

The young girl blanched under the intensity of my white-hot gaze. “Well, uh. There was this guy… and…”

“Nevermind,” I shook my head. Fine, Erin was occupied. Shit! I should have been paying more attention. I had no one to blame but myself.

“Not her fault, Ben,” Brooke shook her head. And then biting her lip, she whimpered, “I wanna go home.”

Quickly, I scooped her into a carry position in both arms and stood up. “Let’s go.”

There was a small crowd still in the hallway when we emerged. With a hateful glare that cowed everyone before her, Adrienne led the way and the people parted like the Red Sea. I followed her and the other girls trailed after. We gently took Brooke down the stairs and headed out the door.

Then just to the left, on the porch in a rocking swing, was Drew Walker. He was chatting up Maddie Chung, Junior cheerleader. The pretty girl was giggling and flirting outrageously. Ice ran through my veins at the sight of him and I stopped walking. Marco Canelli was next to him with Nadine Butler. Three other basketball guys were within ten feet, and they looked over at us, more or less ignoring me and Brooke while eyeing Adrienne, Heather, Lynne, Allie, and Erin.

“Adrienne,” I said softly. “Can you put Brooke in my car? This’ll just take a minute.”

Adrienne and Lynne looked like they wanted to talk me out of doing anything stupid, but it was Brooke squeezing my neck that got my attention. “No, Ben. I wanna go home. Please? Take me home?”

I gripped my sister’s body just a little tighter while Drew looked up at me and smirked smugly. Marco turned and grinned drunkenly. “She’s a hot piece of ass, Ben! God DAMN your sister can suck dick!”

And then to my everlasting rage, Drew pulled out Brooke’s panties and twirled them around his outstretched finger.

I nearly ignored Brooke’s plea right then, ready to squeeze both boys’ necks until they snapped off. But Brooke tugged again, “Home, Ben.”

I grunted and before I second-guessed myself, I turned and stepped onto the sidewalk, marching myself towards my car, not daring to turn around lest I sprint back to try and beat Drew and Marco into bloody pulps. The girls followed until I put Brooke into the front passenger seat and I shut the door. But when I stood up and turned, I saw Allie and a knot of guilt lodged in my throat. “Oh, Allie… I—”

“I’ll take her home, Ben,” Lynne interrupted me. “She doesn’t live too far away.”

Allie just nodded and waved her hand out to Brooke. I realized that this was probably the first time she was getting any hint of just how intimate my relationship with my little sister was, and I was mildly nervous to see how she’d react to me by tomorrow.

But now wasn’t the time to worry about Allie. I circled around my car and got into the driver’s seat. Just before I closed the door, Adrienne was there, looking at me with an apologetic expression. “Ben, I didn’t understand. I—”

The rest of her words were cut off as I closed the door and grimly looked forward. I started up the engine and rapidly shifted into Drive, and while I didn’t peel out with burning rubber, I zipped forward pretty quickly and headed for home.

I don’t know how moms do it. I’d come home late a number of times and my parents were always asleep. But for some reason, this night Mom was awake and waiting for us as I carried Brooke through the door.

“Ben! What happened?” Mom was instantly alert and standing up when she saw how protectively I was cradling her second daughter.

“Not now, Mom,” I grumped and started up the stairs. She quickly followed after, but stayed quiet until I gently lay Brooke down on her bed and then hunted around her dresser for sleepwear. I quickly located one of my oversized T-shirts Brooke liked to sleep in and a pair of ordinary cotton panties. Then I stripped Brooke naked and quickly dressed her for bed.

I also stripped myself down to my boxers and slid onto the bed beside my little sister. It was obvious that I was planning to spend the night with her. We wouldn’t be having sex, but I fully intended to hold Brooke in my arms for as long as it took.

“Ben…” Mom finally asked.

“She’s alright now, okay?” I tried to reassure our mother.

“But what happened?”

Grimly, I looked Mom in the eyes and said, “I’ll handle it.”

Brooke didn’t go to school on Friday. She didn’t want to face the people who’d been at the party, dead certain they’d just point and laugh, “Look, there’s Brooke, the Sophomore slut!”

Mom stayed home to tend to her daughter. I was sure Brooke would tell her the story eventually. Whether Brooke would be grounded until she graduated High School after that, I didn’t know.

But I went to school. I had a score to settle.

As soon as I entered the school grounds I turned and made a beeline for Drew’s usual stomping grounds. Along the way, Adrienne intercepted me with a pleading, “Ben…”

“Not now, Adrienne,” I brushed her off and kept marching. She followed, but didn’t try to talk to me anymore.

I turned another corner and there he was. Drew was chatting with Marco and a few other friends by a set of lockers. I took off at a dead run and he had no time to brace himself before I tackled him full-speed into the wall of metal. We bounced off and Drew hit the concrete first. I was quickly on my knees, rapid-fire punching him with every ounce of strength I had in me.

Marco was the first to react, diving onto me and smothering me beneath his bigger body while raining punches into my side. I got a knee up into his gut and he rolled away while I glanced at Drew.

Drew himself was still sprawled on the ground, holding his head. It was probably still ringing from being banged into the lockers. So I turned and lashed out at Marco again while the big guy bear-hugged me to the ground.

A womanly shriek of pain sounded off, startling both me and Marco and we turned to see Adrienne standing over Drew, kicking full force between Drew’s legs with her pointed heels. Both Marco and I winced sympathetically before Marco got his bearings and punched me in the chest again. We grappled and twisted before Marco turned and threw me to the ground.

I hit the back of my head against the concrete painfully. But when I lifted my head again to brace myself for the next attack, I was just in time to see a heeled foot swing up between Marco’s wide-spread legs. Adrienne connected with his balls from behind, and the big guy sank to the found in abject agony.

That’s when the teachers arrived.

“Break it up! Break. It. Up!” Coach Kuznetsov waded in.

I groaned. Of course. Of ALL the people to show up while I was attacking the basketball team, it just HAD to be the Varsity Basketball Coach. At least Mr. Wong, the Algebra teacher was there as well.

Quick questions were asked of the surrounding students and fingers were quickly pointed at me, Drew, Marco, and Adrienne. Drew was actually still on the floor and starting to get up when Adrienne took three steps forward and kicked him so hard in the balls that I swear dogs three miles away went deaf from his scream. Coach K then grabbed her by the arm and yanked her away.

Nurses arrived for Drew. The teachers marched me, Marco, and Adrienne to Principal Hsueh’s office.

The five of us bursting into administration caused quite the stir. The Principal actually heard the commotion and came out of her office before we arrived, and then everyone went inside as Mr. Wong closed the door. Marco and I, bruised and battered, were seated in front of the Principal’s desk while Adrienne stood beside me.

“What’s going on?” Principal Hsueh glared at us.

Coach K pointed at me and Adrienne. “These two just assaulted Marco and Drew Walker.”

The Principal’s eyes popped open and she looked astonished. And then all of a sudden Kyle McGinley, Heather Wilkinson, and several others crowded in behind us.

“What’s going on?” Principal Hsueh asked again.

“We’re witnesses,” Kyle said in a deep bass voice.

Adrienne paled and I got a little nervous. Kyle was one of Adrienne’s exes from the beginning of the school year, whom she’d dated for a couple of weeks. She looked a little uncomfortable with his presence, no doubt remembering just how she’d broken things off with him. Making matters worse, Kyle was on the basketball team.

Principal Hsueh just waved her hand, “Whatever.” She pointed to Coach K. “Explain.”

Coach K then stated how he was down the hall and didn’t see the beginning of the fight. But from what he gathered from the witnesses, I attacked Drew and Marco. Then Adrienne joined in by kicking both boys. His description was clinical and without bias, something that surprised me. On the other hand, Adrienne and I were already the unprovoked instigators so he didn’t need to embellish.

Principal Hsueh sighed. “And where is Drew Walker?”

Coach K frowned. “Erm. Miss Dennis kicked him hard enough that he wasn’t able to stand. He’s with the nurses now.”

The Principal turned to Adrienne. “Is this true?”

She stared Principal Hsueh dead in the eye and lifted her chin, nodding proudly.

The Principal sighed again and then turned to me. “Okay, Ben, did you attack Drew Walker and Marco Canelli?”

Gritting my teeth and feeding off of Adrienne’s confidence, I sat erect and nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” I said confidently.

“Didn’t we have a discipline problem with you and Drew last year?”

I sunk a little. Repeat offenders were rarely given any latitude. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered a little less confidently.

“It was completely unprovoked!” Marco cut in.

“Bullshit!” Adrienne exclaimed. “You two ASSHOLES sexually assaulted his little sister!”

“Both of you, wait your turn!” Principal Hsueh barked. “Adrienne, watch your language, young lady!” Both Marco and Adrienne shut up, deferring to the much smaller woman.

But the Principal didn’t miss what Adrienne had said and turned to me. “What did Adrienne just say?”

I gritted my teeth again and I could feel my face flushing in anger. It was all I could do not to start pummeling Marco again right here. “They got Brooke drunk, Mrs. Hsueh. They led her into a bedroom. And then they took turns fucking her, not stopping when she said ‘no’.” My jaw quivered and I was on the verge of tears. “And then Drew fucked her in the ass against her will.”

Now I did start crying and my hands clenched into fists around the armrests of my chair. It was about ten hours earlier and I still could see Brooke’s crumpled body in my mind.

Principal Hsueh’s eyes went wide. Marco jumped in, “He’s LYING!”

Adrienne barked, “There are WITNESSES, Marco! A whole house full!”

“YOU weren’t in that room!” Marco pointed his finger forward. “You don’t know jack!”

Kyle lumbered forward then. He was 6’8”, 240, bigger even than Marco and his size got everyone’s attention. And in a deep baritone, he said, “Drew and Marco did it. I wasn’t part of it, but I was there. Now I got a little sister, too. And if anyone did to her what they did to Brooke, I’d react the same.”

Kyle stared Marco down for a minute, and after clenching and unclenching his jaw, Marco just hung his head and backed up. Then Kyle shifted his eyes to me, the intensity of his gaze pushing me back into my seat. “You won’t have no problems with the team, Ben. No one’s gonna come after you. You had the right to kick his ass.”

“Well, the team may believe you had the right, Ben,” Principal Hsueh began slowly. “But this school does not tolerate violence. Now I’ve extremely sorry for what happened to Brooke. Unfortunately, it’s not a school matter and I have no authority over that, as much as I would like to.”

The principal winced and clenched her jaw, clearly livid but without the legal authority to do anything about it. I felt my heart sinking into my stomach. It wasn’t FAIR.

“I would recommend your family contact the police,” Principal Hsueh continued. “But this fight IS a school matter and I will remind you AGAIN, Ben, that there were other ways of dealing with the situation.”

I sunk in my chair a bit and waited for the hammer to fall.

“I’m suspending you for a week, effective immediately and to be carried out the first week upon return from Spring Break.”

Adrienne gasped. I leaned back, somewhat surprised actually. It was a long suspension, but I hadn’t been expelled. And given the choice to do it all over again, I would. Drew and Marco deserved a hundred more beatings for what they’d done to Brooke.

“You too, Miss Dennis,” Principal Hsueh added. “Fighting on school grounds will not be tolerated, and you didn’t have to join in.”

Adrienne inhaled sharply, and then leaned onto my shoulder with one hand. Without thinking about it, I reached up and patted her hand.

Finally, the principal turned to Marco. “If what these other students say is true, Mr. Canelli, I find your actions reprehensible and unfit for this student body. However, it’s not my place to discipline you. But if you give me any reason to punish you the rest of the year, believe that you won’t like my punishments at all. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marco hung his head.

“Dismissed.”

Mr. Wong didn’t have a class first period and he escorted both Adrienne and I to our lockers to gather our things. He then escorted us to the parking lot and let us go.

My shoulders sagged then. I thought of Brooke and how I’d failed her. I stepped off the curb and sat down, burying my face in my hands and feeling the moisture come to my eyes.

Adrienne sat beside me and wrapped her arm around my waist. It felt so natural that I completely forgot this was the first time she was holding me in a LONG while.

“I still should have been there,” I groaned. “I went to that party to keep an eye on her. And the minute I turned my back, I lost her.”

“It’s not your fault, Ben. You can’t be everywhere at once. Brooke is her own person and like it or not, she put herself in that situation. Now at least she can learn from it. And the important thing is that you were there for her after.”

I sighed, wondering whether I could let myself believe that or not.

Adrienne just turned and wrapped her other arm around me, hugging me from the side while resting her head on my shoulder. “You’re a good brother, Ben. I was wrong about you. You’re nothing like Adam.”

As always, the mere name ‘Adam’ shook me out of my reverie and reminded me in an instant of everything that had been going on between me and her. The fact that Adrienne — Adrienne — was speaking to me and holding me in her arms imparted a sense of relief that for the moment at least, halted my self-flagellation over Brooke. I picked my head up and turned to her.

“I’m sorry, Ben. I’m so sorry. I didn’t understand about you and Brooke. I don’t know why, but the instant I saw you I just totally flashed on Adam and I… I just couldn’t see it any other way.”

I nodded, and Adrienne realized that for the first time since she’d started talking to me, she had my full and undivided attention.

“I didn’t want to have anything to do with you,” she continued from inches away from my face, her hazel eyes big and bright as she shared her own mental revelation. “At the time, if I could have found a way to undo everything we’d done together — every conversation, every sexual encounter, everything — I would have. I would have ripped you from my memory if I could. For weeks while I watched you flouncing around with Helene and Theresa and the rest, I projected all my hate and resentment for Adam onto you, even though I knew you weren’t him.”

She took a deep breath and glanced up for a second, moisture forming in her eyes. “But you kept showing me in little ways that you weren’t him. You’ve been so sweet with Allie. And Brooke would NOT give up trying to convince me that you weren’t taking advantage of her.”

Adrienne’s face twisted into the same expression of self-loathing that I felt inside. “I’m sorry, Ben. It wasn’t fair; and I never gave you a chance to explain. I feel horrible for the way I’ve treated you lately. You were my best friend, the one man in the world I trusted, and I threw it away on a misunderstanding.”

“It’s okay,” I interrupted, reaching up to cup her cheek. “It’s okay. I get it. And I don’t blame you.” I sighed. “Given what happened to you when you were little, it… well, I don’t want to say it’s an excuse, but it explains things. Trust is a fragile thing, especially in this case. And I understand why you thought you might not be able to trust me.”

“But I can. You never betrayed my trust, I see that now. Yeah, you didn’t tell me the whole story between you and Brooke, but that’s not the sort of thing people talk about. You’re not a monster. In fact, you’re the exact opposite of Adam. And I’m so sorry I doubted you.” She seemed really sincere.

“What made you change your mind?” I asked softly.

Adrienne blushed. “Well, Lynne and Candy for starters. And therapy. I haven’t been to a shrink since I was thirteen, but it seems I was due for a follow-up. I don’t know that my therapist told me anything I didn’t already know myself, but she let me vent and I came out of every session a little clearer-headed than when I went in.”

Then Adrienne reached forward and squeezed my shoulder. “But really, it was all about last night. I’d sort of been trying to keep one eye on Brooke for most of the night, and when I lost track of her I went looking. When I found her, I thought I could help her all by myself, but she screamed for you, Ben. At first, I resisted. The last thing I wanted was for you to be anywhere NEAR her while she was naked. But she kept screaming for you and I realized just how different you are. I NEVER would have screamed for Adam. Not on your life. Everyone in the world but him. But Brooke wanted you. In her moment of greatest fear and pain and anguish, she wanted you. She loves you. And that’s when I really knew I was so wrong about your relationship with her.”

Like a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders, I inhaled deeply as my chest puffed forward and I let my face tilt skyward. I felt the warmth of sunshine on my face as a great peace settled over me. Adrienne understood. And suddenly we weren’t so far apart anymore.

“I still love you, Ben,” Adrienne leaned in and rubbed her cheek on my shoulder. “And I still think you’re the man I can trust.”

“I’m glad,” I nodded quite sincerely. And then I felt the first aches of bruises on my sides and stomach from where Marco had been punching me. I winced and glanced back at Adrienne. “And thanks for coming to my rescue out there today. I’m sure Drew and Marco will be singing soprano for a little while.”

Adrienne grinned almost evilly. “What I wouldn’t give to get a few more kicks in right now.”

I chuckled, which hurt my ribs. And then I moved to stand up. “I gotta get home and see Brooke.”

“Can I come?” Adrienne asked, standing beside me.

I reached my hand out to her. She took it, and hand-in-hand we headed for our cars.

Adrienne went into the house with me to give her well-wishes to Brooke and also back me up when we explained to my mom why we were home from school so early. Mom was NOT happy that we’d both been suspended for fighting, and yet there was just a glimmer of pride in her eyes that we’d gotten a little payback on the boys who’d done this to her little girl.

Brooke was more obviously happy that we’d kicked their asses. She was especially giggly when I explained how Adrienne had done her best to ensure neither boy would have functioning testicles for a long while. It still remained to be seen what would come of them.

Towards the end, I finally asked, “What do you want to do, Mom? Call the cops?”

Adrienne put in, “You can make the call, but I’ve been in this situation before. It’s not the first time some jock pushed a girl a little further than she wanted sexually. It’s always a case of ‘he said, she said’, and they’re both minors. At best Drew and Marco get a slap on the wrist.” She then took a deep breath. “And, unfortunately, after what Ben and I did, the boys could always counter with assault charges against us now.”

Mom nodded and then turned to Brooke. “What do you want to do, honey? If you want to push these guys to the limits, I’ll sue their asses off.”

Brooke sighed and looked to me for guidance. I just shrugged and said, “Whatever you want, sis. I’ll take the heat.”

Brooke shook her head. “No. I know it’s half my fault. I went in there knowing what I was getting into. I wasn’t expecting them to be such assholes about it, but I knew I was going there for sex.” She exhaled and then looked at me sincerely. “You can bet I won’t make THAT mistake again.”

“Honey, are you sure?” Mom asked again.

Brooke nodded. “Right now, I really just want to go back to bed.”

Adrienne hung around to chat with me and my mom. Mom, of course, asked, “So did you and Ben get things patched up? We’ve certainly missed you around here.”

Adrienne nodded and looked at me questioningly. “I think so. If he’s forgiven me.”

I waved. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

Mom smiled. “So can I talk you into staying for dinner?”

Adrienne broke into an even bigger smile and looked at me as if asking for permission. I just nodded and said, “Hey, you might as well hang out here all day. It’s not like we can go back to school.”

The stunning blonde blushed and agreed.

So Adrienne and I just started talking. There was a lot of each other’s life that we’d missed out on and we did a lot of catch up. She kept trying to apologize for going off the deep end and I kept trying to apologize for not handling my situation better, and in the end we just had to accept that what was done was done and move forward with our friendship.

The end of that conversation found Adrienne hugging herself to my chest, rubbing my arm gently while I wrapped my arm around her waist. Damn, she smelled good and I felt a touch of my old arousal coming back to me. Adrienne was quick to notice the growing bulge, but she didn’t comment and just rested herself against me. And that was how Brooke found us when she woke up from her impromptu nap.

“Aww… you two look adorable.” My little sister grinned.

That got Adrienne and I back up and since Brooke didn’t want to talk about heavy matters, the three of us we wound up playing board games and watching movies into the afternoon.

That’s when the doorbell rang and Mom went to go answer it. Brooke was leaning against the corner of the couch with her feet in my lap and Adrienne was leaning against my right side, snuggled up tight to me. Thirty seconds later we looked up as someone entered the room and as if caught red-handed, Adrienne jerked herself away from me.

Feeling just a little built guilty myself, I collected myself and then said, “Hi, Allie.”

Allie was a little stiff as she asked how Brooke was doing and got the standard, “I’ll be alright” reply.

Adrienne then asked rather obviously if school was out and then somewhat awkwardly excused herself, saying she should run home.

Then looking around and feeling the little bit of tension in the air, I went forward to Allie and hugged her before saying, “Let’s go up to my room.” I then escorted her up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Rather nervously, Allie went to sit on my bed while I moved to sit beside her. She was my friend and in some ways, my girlfriend, even without the title. But so much had happened in the last day and I wasn’t sure how much her opinion may have changed about me, making me feel rather anxious. And Allie’s nervousness and my anxiousness fed off each other to create a VERY awkward tension.

Allie spoke first. “I heard about the suspensions. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I waved. “It was worth it.”

“Did you hear about Drew Walker?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “No. What happened?”

“Adrienne did something to one of his groin muscles. He’s out for the rest of the basketball season. And there’s a rumor going around that his balls were so badly damaged that he’ll never be able to have kids.” She managed a small laugh. “Some say his equipment is so messed up that he won’t even be able to get an erection for the rest of his life.”

I chuckled at the thought. “Serves him right.”

We went silent for a long time then. Both of us looking away, not sure where to go from here.

Again, Allie started first. “Ben… uh, you don’t have to answer this. But… uh… At Drew’s place? You, uh, you were very… familiar… with Brooke’s body. And… uh… I mean… nothing was said explicitly. But I, ah… I got kind of a vibe that…”

“Brooke and I have had sex,” I said softly.

Allie bit her lip and nodded slowly. After several excruciatingly long seconds, she looked up at me and said, “Okay.”

“Does that bother you?”

She shook her head quickly, and then stopped, raising her chin up. “Well, uh. It’s a little weird.”

“It’s complicated,” I said firmly. “And obviously, we never meant for it to be any kind of public knowledge. But the fact is that we love each other very much. We have a very special relationship, and it’s a part of why I was so concerned about her at the party.”

“Okay, okay,” Allie nodded. “I can accept that.”

“You can?” I asked a little warily.

She shrugged. “It’s your life, Ben. And it’s clear you two love each other. I kinda wish I had a big brother I could depend on like that. And really, it, uh, it doesn’t change anything about us, does it?”

“No. No, of course not.” I shifted closer to Allie and took her hands in mine.

She sighed then and took a deep breath. “What about Adrienne? Are you two…?”

“We’re good. I think we’ve cleared up our misunderstanding from a few weeks ago,” I nodded.

“Does it have anything to do with you and Brooke?” Allie asked quickly.

“Sort of. But I’d rather not go into that.”

“Okay, okay,” Allie held her hand up. “Not my business. But does that mean that you… and Adrienne… Are you back together?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Adrienne and I weren’t together, Allie.”

She snorted. “Yeah… Riiight.”

I sighed. “It’s… complicated. What, you need me to pull out the tape recorder?”

Allie held her hands up again, “No-no. If you say you weren’t then that’s okay. I guess I just want to know where I stand, now that you and Adrienne are back to… to… whatever.”

“You mean you’re wondering if I’m gonna break up with you?”

“Yes,” Allie said quietly, avoiding my eyes.

“No,” I leaned in and grabbed Allie’s hands again, squeezing them firmly. “Adrienne’s my friend. Best friend, in a lot of ways. But, like I said, we weren’t ‘together’. And to be honest, we haven’t had any talks in the last day to start saying otherwise.”

“But you love her,” Allie stated firmly.

I bit my lip and inhaled. I held that breath for a few seconds before exhaling slowly. “Yes.”

“And you don’t love me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No-no. No need to apologize,” Allie said. “But… why aren’t you with her?”

“Well, it’s—”

“Complicated,” Allie finished for me.

“Do YOU want to break up?”

Allie shrugged. “We’re not together either, Ben. Remember? But if you’re asking if I want to stop dating, then… no, not really. I enjoy what we have.”

I smiled and reached a hand up to brush Allie’s cheek. “Then nothing changes.” I slid the hand behind her head and pulled her to me, pressing our lips together in a firm, reassuring kiss. Allie sighed and sagged into my embrace, and once we broke the kiss we wound up hugging tightly.

When we finally pulled apart, I looked the cute brunette in her eyes and asked, “Are we okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.”

“Good,” I smiled.

Allie nodded her head and then said, “We should probably get downstairs.”

“Downstairs? Why?”

She smiled. “Because by now, all our friends will have arrived. None of them went to Drew’s Party and they’re all DYING to find out what the hell happened. They just let me go in first to talk about ‘us’. Heck, I’ll bet Lynne and Heather are at Adrienne’s right now as well.”

I chuckled. “Let’s go.”

All our friends really WERE downstairs. They expressed sympathies for Brooke and for my suspension. Sung congratulated me on taking down Marco and Drew, which prompted a fresh round of one-upsmanship from the girls about whose boyfriend could take whom. I ended things by declaring Adrienne could kick all our asses, which then got Stephanie giggling about Drew’s destroyed testicles.

But eventually, everyone wished me well and started to file out. We’d meet up again on Saturday to hit the beach together as a big group. It was, after all, Spring Break. And Allie left me with another sweet kiss that made all the girls go “Aww…”

It turned out, Lynne and Heather really WERE at Adrienne’s place. They left Adrienne in time for her to come back to my house for dinner. And Eden and Emma were absolutely ecstatic at the statuesque blonde’s return.

Adrienne was the center of attention in conversation while the twins declared their belief that I must have been a blockhead of a boy to cause the rift in the first place, and Adrienne wasn’t about to say any differently, joining in on the general female teasing of me as one of the only males. The rest of the older people played along, wanting to deflect any attention or mention of what happened to Brooke in front of the younger girls.

Adrienne left after dinner, saying goodbye to me with a warm, firm hug. We still hadn’t discussed how our relationship would go on from here. After all, we’d never really had a non-sexual relationship for very long. But I was content to hang back and play it by ear. After all, I was nominally ‘with’ Allie. So Adrienne and I would just be however we would be and we’d rebuild our relationship one day at a time. For starters, I invited her and the other girls to join us at the beach, and Adrienne said she was looking forward to it.

So with my situations with Allie and Adrienne more or less decided, that just left one more girl for me to come to terms with.

I knocked softly and Brooke quietly answered, “Come in, Ben.”

Silently I slipped through the door and closed it behind me. “How’d you know it was me?”

She sat up in bed and shrugged. “Just knew.”

My little sister was wearing a very familiar T-shirt, specifically the one I’d been wearing today. Furrowing my eyebrows, I pointed at it and asked, “How did you…?”

She grinned in the dim light and replied, “Swiped it while you were in the shower.” She lifted the front to her nose, inhaled deeply and said, “It smells like you, Ben.”

I just nodded and crossed the room. Brooke lifted up the covers of her bed and I slid in, sitting three-quarters upright against the headboard with my lower back supported by an extra pillow. She dropped the blankets over my lap and laid her head against my chest, wrapping her right arm around my waist.

“How ya doin’ kiddo?” I asked while lowering my chin to the top of her head and stroking her back.

“I’m okay.”

“Scared to sleep?”

“No.”

“Traumatized?”

“Not really,” Brooke answered quickly and easily, allaying my fears. “I mean, obviously I was a little upset after it happened. But I’m not going to dwell on it. I made a mistake, a BIG mistake. But I’m not going to let it ruin my life.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” I patted her back.

“Thank you, Ben.”

“For what?”

“For being there… after.”

I sighed. “I wish I was there before.”

She shook her head. “If you’d tried to stop me, I would have just yelled at you to leave me alone and I still would’ve gone in there. And once I started screaming, it was too late anyways. Wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“I would have kicked Drew’s ass right then and there, off school property,” I said firmly. “Then I wouldn’t be suspended.”

“Boo-hoo. So you don’t go to class for a week.”

“A suspension goes on my permanent record. Berkeley could withdraw my acceptance.”

“Not gonna happen.” Brooke shook her head. “Besides, look at the bright side.”

“What’s that?”

My sister giggled. “Adrienne’s suspended right along with you. What WILL the two of you do for a whole week?”

I lay my head back until it bumped against the headboard with a muffled [thump]. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

“C’mon,” Brooke teased in a sultry voice. “Surely you’ve got a few ideas.”

“I don’t know, Brooke. We’re friends. Maybe that’s all we’ll ever be.”

Brooke sighed. “Her loss… Whoever ends up marrying you is gonna be one lucky girl.”

“Hmph. I’m as fucked up as any guy. Probably more.”

“Maybe. But I still love you. You’re a great big brother. And I’m jealous of whoever she turns out to be.” Brooke chuckled. “Who am I kidding? It’s probably gonna be Dawn, isn’t it?”

I sighed. Dawn and I hadn’t talked much these past few months. I had my drama and she had Ryan, and neither of us really wanted to share how our relationships with other people were going. I missed Dawn. I could really use her reassuring presence right now. “I don’t know,” I answered quietly.

“What? You still love her, don’t you?”

“I’ll always love her. But she’s a long ways away and we’ve been apart for a long time. We haven’t even talked much the last few weeks. Who knows how much she’s changed?”

“She’ll always be your Dawn. And you’ll always be her Ben. In seventeen years, that part never changed. When we get to camp, you’ll remember.” With my eyes turned upwards, Brooke’s voice was hauntingly beautiful and it echoed in the room.

“But…” Brooke then said in a more normal chirpy voice, “Dawn’s not here. Dawn’s not lying on your very firm and very nice naked chest. And Dawn doesn’t have a hold of your very nice and very hard dick.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Neither do you.”

I hadn’t realized her hand had slipped up the baggy leg of my boxer shorts as her fingers curled around my shaft. “Now I do,” Brooke giggled. “And it’s getting harder.”

“Brooke…” I stroked her back. “After everything that happened last night. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“C’mon, Ben,” Brooke picked her head up and smiled at me while slowly jacking my growing erection. “You really want me to put Drew and Marco in the past? Get on top of me and fill me up with incestuous brother cock, okay? Make me forget those guys ever existed.”

I exhaled, controlling my breathing as my heartbeat sped up and I felt Brooke’s hand gripping me tighter as she continued stroking my shaft.

“One other thing never changes, Ben. You’ll always be my big brother.” Brooke smiled sweetly at me just before her lips ascended to mine and we shared a passionately warm kiss. I felt the tickle of my little sister’s tongue working its way into my mouth, and as she started breathing more sharply through her nose I rolled her over onto her back and slid myself down until I was right on top of her.

Brooke let go of my cock and raised her arms up towards the head of the bed. I took the invitation and reached down to pull my T-shirt up and over her head, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. Her still-growing tits thrust proudly upwards, capped by gorgeous nipples that just begged for me to suckle. And after dry humping my erection against her crotch I did just that, sliding down to capture an upturned tit in my mouth.

She groaned and ran her fingers through my hair, moaning, “That’s it, Ben! Suck my tits!”

I drew myself even lower, nuzzling my way through her belly-button before prying her slender thighs apart and diving forward, wasting no time in jutting my hard tongue through her tender little slit. One thing I was sure of was that neither Drew nor Marco bothered to go down on her, taking what they wanted and leaving her no satisfaction whatsoever. I was determined to make up for their failings and from the way Brooke was thrashing on the bed, I was certainly making progress.

I spent the next fifteen minutes just tongue-lashing my little sister to orgasm after orgasm. She pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her ecstatic moans of pleasure so that the twins couldn’t overhear. Otherwise, her hands were busy scrabbling at the bedsheets, clawing against the back of my head, and gripping the blanket to relieve her tension as successive climaxes ripped through her little body.

When she couldn’t take any more, I quickly slid up her body, shucked my shorts, and buried my throbbing cock to the hilt in a single thrust. Brooke arched her back and climaxed again at the penetration, and then she repeatedly bucked her body up to meet my frantic thrusting while urging heatedly in my ear, “Cum, Ben! Cum in me, big brother! CUM!”

I growled and pressed my face into the mattress beside her head as my hips lunged forward a final time and I began spewing load after load of incestuous sperm into my little sister. She grunted and bit my neck while her legs wrapped around my waist, tugging me deeper as she felt each jet splash against her inner walls. And when I started to slow down she pleaded in my ear to shoot even more.

When I was done and wiped out for the moment, Brooke was still energized as she pushed me off her body and rolled me onto my back. She then quickly got to her knees and bent over, slurping my half-hard dick into her mouth and hoovering me with powerful sucks to get me hard again. Marco was certainly right about one thing: god damn this girl could suck dick.

I was just starting to catch my breath and Brooke had just about gotten me hard when she turned to hover over my face and excitedly gasp, “I want you to fuck my ass, Ben.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Huh?”

“Where’s your lube? Can you go get it?”

“Brooke, Brooke, wait,” I held up my hands.

“No. Now! Ben!”

“But—”

“Please! I need YOU. I need you to do it RIGHT! I won’t live a minute longer knowing Drew-Fucking-Walker was the only man to stick his dick in my ass!”

And then Brooke was slapping me as she helped me roll out of bed while I very nervously peeked my head out the door. The hallway was clear and I tiptoed rather loudly to my room, fumbling naked in the dark for my bedside table and pulling open the drawer to locate my bottle of KY. Another panicked check of the hallway later, I slipped back into Brooke’s room where she was already waiting for me flat on her back with her legs raised into the air.

“I wanna watch, Ben. Lube me up and fuck me,” Brooke urged.

Well, my cock was certainly ready. It had not flagged a bit despite the redirected blood flow to my running around and searching in the dark for lube. My dick was rock hard and with it leading the way, I moved myself over Brooke again and bent to kiss her.

She endured my attempt at gentleness, kissing me back before pulling her head away. “I need you IN me, Ben!” Her hand slipped down to grab my cock, jerking it and testing it for hardness. And then she gripped me a little more tightly when my first jelly-coated finger entered her anus.

Breathing hard, Brooke’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she let her head fall back and she closed her eyes to focus inward on the sensations. Knowing that Drew had used lube and it had STILL hurt Brooke terribly, I took my time stretching her out with first one, then two, and even three fingers, preparing the way for my thicker shaft to come.

It wasn’t going to be easy. Bigger girls like Adrienne, Dayna, and Helene had managed to fit me into their tightest holes. But I’d never buggered a girl so small or young as Brooke. Only Megan was a reference for me at Brooke’s size, and calling upon that memory, I bent myself over and began to tongue Brooke’s clit, teasing and rubbing and suckling the hard nub while slowly pumping three fingers in and out of her backdoor.

I soon got the effect I was looking for. As the familiar pleasant feelings washed through Brooke’s brain, her body naturally loosened up. She was no longer breathing hard out of nervousness or tension, but out of pleasure. She let go of my cock, letting her hand fall back beside her head as she groaned softly and started to undulate her hips to meet my finger-thrusts. She was almost there.

“Nnngh-gawd. Oh, Ben. I’m gonna cum,” she gasped breathlessly.

“I know,” I said warmly while manipulating the tube with my left hand to squirt KY onto my cock and then coat myself. I used WAY more than usual, knowing that when it came to sodomizing a girl this small, there’s no such thing as too much lube.

“I’m gonna cum,” Brooke grunted again. “I’m gonna— I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

I watched, fascinated by the sight of Brooke’s labia pressing together and then parting as if her vagina had a life of its own. Her ab muscles tensed as the waves of ecstasy rippled through her body, and she gritted her teeth and groaned blissfully while her climax took over completely.

I waited and waited for the tumbling pleasure to pass, and just as Brooke started to relax in that heavenly relief after orgasm, I pulled my fingers and pushed my dick into my 15-year-old sister’s ass.

“Unghhh!” Brooke arched her back and grunted as she was stretched wider than ever in her life.

“UNGHHH!” she repeated as I thrust, shoving an extra three inches of dick up her rectum.

“UNGHHH!!!” she grunted as with one more thrust I was all the way in, and Brooke looked down between her legs to see my crotch pressed up tight against her pelvis.

“FUCK that thing is big!” she exclaimed a little too loudly, clapping her hands over her mouth. “So fucking full…” she groaned in a softer voice.

I waited as the confused expressions crossed her face and eventually subsided. And only then did I start to draw myself out while Brooke hissed and groaned and gasped.

Her chest rose and fell again, her perky tits wobbling slightly. And the next time I grabbed her hips and tugged my way inside her, Brooke sighed and groaned. “Ohhh… Ben… fuck my ass… Nngh, slowly… slowly…”

I kept my pace deliberate, getting all the sensation I needed from Brooke’s extreme tightness. The mere mental high of the naughtiness of fucking my little sister’s ass was simply incredible, and if I’d let myself I could have popped right then and there. But I was focused on my sister’s pleasure. This wasn’t just another conquest. This was about me and Brooke and the trust and love our relationship was built on.

AND it was about fucking Brooke’s ass. “Fuck me, Ben…” she crooned. “Okay… go a little faster. It’s starting to feel good.”

I sped up a bit, and the cute brunette moaned. “Oh, FUCK. So fucking full… Fuck my ass, Ben.”

“I’m fucking you, Brooke. You’re brother’s fucking you.”

“Oh, yes! Fuck me, big brother! Fuck my little ass!” Brooke started getting into it. “You like it? You like my tight little ass? Fuck it! Fuck me!”

“Ohhh…” I groaned, closing my eyes and starting to lose myself to the pleasure.

“Nngh, fuck me! Fuck me, big brother!” Brooke repeated. “Keep fucking me and make me cum! You’re gonna make me cum with your dick in my ass! Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme…”

“Oh, Brooke!” I gasped, feeling myself losing control.

“Ben!”

“Brooke!”

“Aaaagh!!!”

“Urrrghh!!!”

We were cumming. Brother and sister, we were cumming. I first watched the grimaces and tight looks on Brooke’s face as her last climax expressed itself. My gaze then trailed downward between her legs which I was still gripping over my shoulders. And even as I stared at her crotch, I watched her pussy clenching and then even squirting a bit of my previous orgasmic load out and onto her bare-shaven mound, a glob of creamy jism that no doubt matched the cum I was currently spurting into the far depths of Brooke’s bowels.

“Oh, big brother…” Brooke groaned, still shaking in orgasm.

“Little sis,” I sighed, feeling the utter relief as I spent myself in her rectum.

And then I collapsed, dropping her legs to the sides as Brooke formed the perfect side-splits only a cheerleader or gymnast could pull off while my chest dropped onto hers. I just barely kept myself from crushing her with my arms supporting most of my weight. And with our bodies pressed together chest-to-chest and my dick still lodged up my little sister’s ass, I spat out a final glob of cum and at last, came to rest.

Brooke gripped my head and kissed me, scraping around the inside of my mouth. Then she pulled her head back and stared into my eyes and said, “Promise me that no matter what happens to us, four years, ten years, fifty years down the road, that you will always be my big brother and you will always be there for me.”

I smiled and pecked her softly before picking my head up and nodding, “I promise.”