Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 08:37:13 -0800
From: Taboo <anewtaboo@gmail.com>
Subject: Head of the Household Chapter 11

DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction revolving around incest as
well as consensual teen sexual explorations. All appropriate warnings apply.


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To get everyone up to speed...

Holt Deavers is a responsible, mature 18-year old that is the head of
his household. After their irresponsible druggie dad ran off and mom
died in a drunken single car accident, Holt gained guardianship of his
brother Kyle (15) and his twin sisters Blaine and Becca (16).

The family has grown closer in an intimate manner. All four Deavers
siblings have sexually enjoyed each other. Kyle and his girlfriend
Cassie (14) have messed around with his best friend Andy (16) and
recently Blaine, Becca and Kyle all got together with Cassie as well.
Holt remains a bit standoffish, willing to play within the family but
hesitant to venture further due to fear of being found out and what
that would mean to the family staying together. However, his
resistance is weakening.

Things will continue to be interesting.

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Chapter 11

With the school year rapidly coming to a close, Blaine had scaled back her
tutoring to only one day a week in order to focus more on finals and had
taken a hiatus for a couple of weeks from volunteering at the nursing home.
She didn't like doing it, but Holt had insisted. He wanted her to do as
well this year as possible.

"You're the Brain, and you're going to get scholarships and go to a good
school, so don't argue about it," Holt had ordered.

Blaine had no choice but to comply. She knew her tutoring sessions helped
with the household income. Not much, but at least she felt like she was
contributing to the family's needs. But she knew Holt wasn't about to budge
on this particular issue. Sometimes he could be so stubborn she wanted to
kick him, but knew that he only had her best interests at heart.

Yes, she was smart and a great future awaited her. Unfortunately she was
growing to understand that to have a future, she'd have to leave the family
for college. She wanted to pursue her educational dreams so much, but the
thought of being away from Holt, Becca and particularly Kyle was
heartbreaking. But staying at home with the family wasn't a reality. She
wanted to be able to bring them all with her where ever she went. And that
simply wasn't going to happen.

All this was rattling around her head as she unloaded the dishwasher. Since
Holt wouldn't let her contribute monetarily for the time being, then she'd
help out more around the house.

She heard the front door open and close, and then next thing she knew Kyle
strutted in and hiked himself up to sit on the kitchen counter. A smug grin
creased his face.

"What's with you? Win the lottery or something?" the 16-year-old blonde
asked, still putting away dishes.

"Nope, just got my algebra final back is all," Kyle said, still smiling. He
liked the view when her shorts rode up into her ass a bit each time she
bent over to pull items out.

"Good for you. You did well?"

"Oh yeah," Kyle pulled the exam out of his backpack and smacked it on the
counter. "Check it out."

Blaine looked up at it. "98% huh? Great...that is impressive!"

"I thought so. And you remember our little wager, right?"

"Of course," said Blaine dismissively. "You realize that bet was mainly to
prod you into studying more. From the looks of it, it worked."

"I don't care if it was motivation. We made a bet and you're not getting
out of it though," Kyle said. "You said if I got a higher grade on my
algebra final than you did on your chemistry final, you had to give me
thirty minutes of oral sex. And if you did better, I had to do thirty
minutes on you."

"Oh, I remember the bet," Blaine flipped her long blonde braid to the other
side of her neck. "No real losers either way, right?" She nudged him with
her elbow.

Kyle laughed. "No, I guess not." The sight of her ass in her short shorts
was almost too much. His 15 year-old cock was straining against his pants.
"So, when should I expect my blow job?"

"Not so fast there buddy. Who said you won?" Blaine said as a smug grin
tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Kyle's grin vanished. "Oh no. No way. You couldn't have!"

"Couldn't I?" Blaine purred. She calmly walked over to her book bag, pulled
out her chem final and laid it on top of Kyle's exam paper. The 100% was
circled in red, and the teacher had written `impressive' under it.

Blaine grinned at him as she pulled out the last of the dishes.

"Wow," said Kyle shaking his head. "Good job."

"Thank you," Blaine bowed as if to an appreciative audience. "Now if you'd
be so kind as to accompany me to the bedroom, you can get started paying
off your bet."

Kyle smiled and hopped off the counter with a shrug. "Eh, like you
said...there aren't any losers here."

Blaine caught up his face in her hands, and kissed him deeply. "No, no
losers here. Don't ever forget that either. You're my precious baby boy and
I love you."

Kyle hugged her back, and their mouths met again. He was truly enamored
with his sister. He loved her both as a lover and a sister, in different
ways. The bond they shared was like nothing he felt with anyone else.

They stood in the kitchen kissing deeply, their teen hands exploring one
another's lean bodies. Blaine moaned softly as Kyle grasped the back of her
shorts and pulled them up the crack of her tight little ass. She could feel
his stiff six-inch prick against her taut tummy. Her hands caressed his
muscular back and widening shoulders. Her little brother was rapidly
becoming a man.

Kyle pulled his tongue from his sister's mouth started kissing his way
slowly down her chin to her throat. With one hand he slowly tugged a
spaghetti strap of her gray top from her shoulder until her perky breast
popped free. Her nipple was already stiff and areola pebbly from
excitement. Kyle took the pink firmness into his mouth and suckled gently,
coaxing moans and sighs out of his beautiful older sister as she ran her
fingers through his brown mop of hair.

"I thought we were headed to the bedroom..." Blaine sighed contentedly.

"Too far away," grinned Kyle around her nipple. He stood and maneuvered her
into the dining room toward the large table. "Hop up."

"You dirty boy!" Blaine teased, poking his shoulder. "You know we have to
eat on here."

"Oh, I know. I plan to have something right now." Kyle picked up Blaine and
sat her on the edge of the table. She grinned and leaned back slightly.

"I want you naked first," she coaxed, her bare breast still exposed. "I
love seeing you undress."

Kyle took a step back and slowly pulled his t-shirt off over his head. His
smooth, trim young torso was becoming more and more defined. His small
nipples stiffened in the cool air. Next he pulled off his shoes and socks,
almost losing his balance in his rush. Only his shorts were left which hung
low on his hips, exposing the top of his boxer briefs. Blaine bit her
bottom lip as he tugged shorts and underwear down in one fluid motion,
allowing his teen prick to bounce free. It was rock hard and ready, a smear
of pre-cum already coating his piss slit.

"Yay," Blaine said softly in appreciation.

"You're turn," he replied stepping toward her. She obligingly lifted her
arms so he could tug her tank top up over her head. Her perfect 34-B cup
breasts were a sight that Kyle never tired of. So round with small
perfectly positioned nips that pointed up slightly. He never understood how
guys could like women with huge tits, let alone the desire of women to
undergo surgery to make their breasts into some type of ballooned
monstrosities. To him big boobs just looked awkward. He'd die if Blaine or
Becca or Cassie ever thought of doing anything like that.

Kyle positioned a chair between her legs and sat down as her bare feet
rested on his shoulders. He grasped the elastic of her retro terry cloth
short shorts and pulled them down as she lifted her butt off the table. He
slid them down her long, lean legs and tossed them to the side where his
clothes were heaped. Kyle gazed at her exquisite sixteen-year-old pussy and
could see the indication of excitement sparkle between her lips.

With a low groan of desire and hunger, Kyle leaned forward. He began to
softly kiss her smoothly shaven vulva and inner thighs, avoiding direct
contact with her sex for the moment. The aroma from her sex brought out an
animalistic urge in him to stick his tongue in her cunt and bite her clit,
but he knew better and was able to check his lust.

"Ooooo," Blaine cooed above him as she fondled his hair. "You know exactly
how to make me feel good, baby boy."

Kyle looked up at her. "I love your pussy Blaine. It's perfect." He was
looking down at her spread admiringly, and she could tell he wasn't lying.
"I could lick you for hours."

"Thank you," she said smiling. "Cassie trained you well. You are the best
pussy licker I've had."

Kyle kissed her labia, feeling her juice cling to his lips. "Better than
Becca?" he inquired.

Blaine paused for a moment, actually considering it. "Yes, better than
Becca. Having Becca suck me is like I'm sucking myself. It feels great
because she knows exactly what I like, but I always know what she is going
to do. You on the other hand are full of surprises." She steered his head
toward her clit. "Now enough with the chatter and start paying off your
bet, mister."

The instant her younger brother's lips wrapped around her clit, she knew
her prior statement was fact. Kyle was a much better pussy licker than
Becca. Partly due to technique, but mainly because she knew he loved her
both in a brotherly way and in a more deeply sensual way too. Sexually she
would do anything Kyle asked of her, and also knew that he would do the
same for her. This knowledge was wonderful and terrifying, because it made
the idea of leaving him and shattering the intimate bond they had
unbearable.

Luckily, Blaine didn't have much time to let negative thoughts sink in.
With her clit held firmly between his lips, Kyle was expertly using his
tongue to work her nub. Blaine knew that his girlfriend Cassie had been
letting him practice on her fourteen-year-old cunt for some time now, and
he was indeed talented. His tongue could flick over her button until it was
almost too intense, then he would back off a bit and use the fat of it to
rub and slowly massage her. The slithery muscle would then circle her hood
and alternately slip over the front of her delicate bundle, before he'd
move lower and probe deep between her wet pussy lips, letting his upper lip
drag up and down her clit. Back and forth he went doing this, driving her
to the point of madness.

"God damn you do that soooooo well. Will you make me cum, please Kyle? I
really want to cum now. Please?" Blaine heard herself simpering and
pleading like a little girl wanting a treat from the candy rack. Knowing
that her brother could have this effect on her filled her with lust.

Without a response Kyle wrapped his lips around her clit once more and
commenced to alternate flicking his tongue over it to sucking it firmly.
When licking her, her imagined his tongue was a butterfly, not hitting it
too hard, but giving it enough pressure to be pleasant. While sucking, he
was an infant at the bottle, nursing firmly and diligently.

In less than a minute Blaine was at the point of climax. Her incredibly
firm little butt lifted off the table as she pushed her sex against his
face. One of her hands was in his hair as she held him in place while the
other gripped the edge of the table. Her eyes locked with his, her teeth
bared like a beast as she bucked her pussy into him.

"Fucker! Fucker!" she squealed. "Fucking suck that cunt. Make me cum...Oh
gawd. That's it. Shit! Fuck Kyle. Fuck!! You...you're gonna make
me...ooooooooohhhhhhhh GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!!!!!!"

Blaine's abs contracted involuntarily, causing her shoulders to pull off
the table as she crunched downward. It was as if someone had just sent a
jolt of electricity through her body. She felt her pussy and asshole press
out as a stream of juice issued from her cunt.

"UHHHHH! UHHHHH!" she grunted as Kyle continued to nurse her slit. Blaine
had always gotten wet, but his was more than usual. At first he thought she
may have accidentally peed on him, but decided that must not be the case as
he lapped and sucked up the fluid that sprinkled out.

Eventually she had to push his head away from her clit. "Enough," she
gasped. "Holy shit that was good! What did you make me do?"

Kyle shrugged and moved down to simply kissing her lips gently. Blaine was
momentarily surprised he didn't back off until she remembered their bet. He
owed her a half hour, and she had cum in less than five minutes. He might
well wear her out before they started dinner.

"So," came voice from the doorway. "Looks like you two are up to no good."

It was Holt. He'd apparently just gotten in from work.

Blaine looked at him, upside down in the doorway from her perspective. "Hey
big bro," she grinned. "Kyle's just paying off a bet."

"Is he now? Is he also responsible for cleaning the table top when he's
done?"

"He is now," laughed Blaine.

Holt walked over, and leaned over to kiss his little sister. One rough paw
grasped a breast and squeezed. Blaine moaned at his man-handling of her
supple young body.

"Maybe you can join us?" she suggested.

"That could be fun. Where is your sister?"

"Out with Cassie," Blaine responded.

Cassie. Holt's eyes widened a bit, and he felt his already hard dick throb
in his pants.

"Then it'll just be the three of us for a while?" he asked.

"Yeah, but only after you shower. You kinda stink." She wrinkled her nose
at him playfully.

"That's the smell of income, little girl. But you're right," he admitted.
"I'm ripe." He turned toward the hallway to the bathroom. "You two carry
on. I'll be out shortly."

"You hear that? Carry on." Blaine ordered. Kyle gratefully continued to run
his tongue up and down the length of her slit, gathering the remnants of
her juice.

. . . . .

"So give it two weeks and you're set."

Becca took a bite of her salad. They were in the food court at the mall not
far from Cassie's house after their trip to Planned Parenthood.

"Good!" Cassie bounced a little in her seat.

"And don't forget to take them every day. You have to set a
routine...understand?"

"Yeah...I won't forget."

"And if you do it in the meantime, you've got that Plan B I gave you."

"Right." Cassie finished her sandwich and took a sip of her soda. "So, when
do you think maybe we call all get together again? With Holt too I mean."

Becca smiled mischievously at the little redhead. "You're certainly
anxious."

Cassie looked down and grinned shyly. "Maybe."

The truth was she couldn't get the idea of fucking Holt out of her mind.
Knowing that the entire Deavers family was involved as a group was
incredible. But particularly the thought of being with a man like Holt –
big, muscular, mature – had created some vivid fantasies for her the past
few days.

"I don't know Cass," said Becca turning serious again. "Soon I hope."

"He wants to, right? Play around with me?" asked Cassie.

Becca took the girl's hand in hers. As sexually open as she was, at times
the timid part of Cassie still came out.

"Of course he wants to. Who wouldn't? But I think you scare him a little
bit too."

"Me? How could I scare him?"

"Because you're fourteen and he's about to turn nineteen for starters.
Because you are a teeny, tiny little girl and he's so...massive. And, if I
can be honest," Becca asked, to which Cassie nodded quickly, "because I
think he still has some concern over how young you are."

"What do you mean?"

Becca sighed. "It's a maturity thing. He's worried that you'll freak out.
Or get mad about something and be stupid and tell people about it...about us.
And then the whole world falls apart."

"I'm not going to say anything Becca. You know I wouldn't."

"No," replied Becca flatly. "I don't know that. Not for certain." Cassie
gave her a hurt look, and the older girl lightened up a bit.

"But I also don't think you have any plans to do anything that might mess
it up. You have to look at it from Holt's point of view. Can you understand
why he'd be a little hesitant given all that?"

Cassie, slumped down a little.  "Yeah, I get it. I just really think it
would be nice."

Becca pushed her tray to the side and leaned in close. "Me too. We all
think it would be amazing. Even Holt. But we have to let this happen on his
schedule. I know him and I know he'll come around. And I think I know when
too."

"Really," Cassie perked up again. "When?"

"He has a birthday coming up. I think that would be the best time. That way
he can let himself think that getting with you is a one time, special
occasion thing. He'll be less freaked out by it. But after he gets a taste
of you, I bet he'll be okay adding you into our little circle."

"You think so? I hope you're right."

"Yeah, I'm pretty certain. I sometimes know what he wants more than he
does. And I know for a fact he wants you."

Cassie wiggled in her seat a little. Her pussy was tingling with the idea
of being with Holt, pressing herself against his broad, naked body, feeling
his hands on her and getting an up close look at the monstrosity that swung
between his legs.

"Someone looks horny," Becca commented.

Cassie nodded.

"Anyone home at your place?" Becca asked.

"Yeah, my mom is there. She had the day off work and was redoing something
in the kitchen," Cassie pouted.

"Guess that's out then. I don't think it's a good idea to go to our place
either. Holt's either home now or will be soon."

Becca let Cassie sit and fret for a few seconds before continuing.

"I need to use the ladies room," she announced as she stood up. "Come with
me."

Cassie looked up at her and immediately understood. "Yeah," she grinned. "I
need to go too."

Becca took Cassie's hand and the two of them strolled through the food
court toward the restrooms. Anyone seeing them would think they were simply
two best friends, not knowing the depravity that lurked just under the
surface.

The restroom was mostly empty. A mom was helping her daughter wash up and
it looked like only a couple of the stalls were occupied. Becca lead Cassie
to the very back stall that had a placard on it indicating it was reserved
for the disabled. She opened the door and the two of them went inside. The
stall was huge, almost as large as the entire bathroom at the family
apartment.

Without a word, Becca pressed Cassie into the back corner where their feet
wouldn't be seen by prying eyes. Turning the youngster around firmly, Becca
grabbed her neck and leaned in close to her ear.

"Not a sound," she ordered softly. "One peep out of you other than heavy
breathing and I stop what I'm doing immediately, walk out of here and go
home. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Cassie shook her head no and gulped. Her bare shaven pussy was tingly in
anticipation and her nipples strained against her top. She loved it when
Becca took control, how she would order her around and treat her like a
dirty little slut. Cassie licked her lips as her heart pounded in
excitement.

With one hand still around Cassie's throat, Becca leaned in and kissed her
softly on the lips. She pulled back and looked in the beautiful
fourteen-year-old's eyes, which were moist and yearning. Their lips met
again, simply pressed together with no tongue. Becca looked at Cassie again
and saw the longing on the girls face.

She smiled evilly and put her lips next to the other girl's ear.

"Aren't you the dirty little girl? Making out with me in the ladies room."

Cassie nodded quickly in agreement.

"I bet you'd really like it if I played with your pussy right now, wouldn't
you?

Cassie's eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted slightly as she nodded in
agreement again.

Becca reached up under Cassie's short skirt and slowly rubbed between her
legs. She could feel the heat of the girl's quim through the thin cotton of
the panties. Becca massaged her vulva with three fingers in slow circular
motions, occasionally venturing up to tease the clitoris. Her face was
inches from Cassie's, studying the redhead's expressions as she fondled
her.

Becca understood that Cassie was her plaything. Her toy. It didn't matter
that Cassie was her younger brother's girl friend. She could possess and
experience her in an entirely different manner than Kyle. While she could
never know the feeling of being inside of the hot, tight snatch of the
girl, she knew she could give her things that Kyle couldn't, simply in
terms of gender. She also realized that Blaine probably possessed Cassie's
heart more than she could, she knew without a doubt that Blaine was
unlikely to take charge and dominate the youngster as she was doing at this
exact moment.

She leaned in close again to the girl's ear, her voice barely above a
breath. "I own you, don't I?"

A quick nod.

"You're my nasty little slut, aren't you?" Becca's hand pulled the girl's
panties aside and ran a finger between the smooth, slick lips.

A sharp exhalation of breath, followed by a silent confirmation.

"I think at this exact moment, you would do anything I asked, wouldn't you?"

Cassie opened her eyes and licked her lips. She formed the word with her
lips silently, "Anything."

Becca grinned wickedly. Complete and utter compliance was hers.

"Take off those panties."

In a flash Cassie had her panties off and Becca took them gingerly from her
fingertips.

"These are mine now. When you walk home later you'll feel your ass exposed
to the air. And you'll realize that if an unexpected breeze should twirl up
your inappropriately short little skirt, the whole world will know what a
dirty little girl you are with you shaved pussy and no underwear, won't
they?"

Cassie sighed and nodded in agreement. She mouthed silently "dirty girl."

"Here, open yourself to me slut." Becca lifted the girls left leg and had
her rest her foot on the toilet edge. Becca lifted the girl's skirt and
moved Cassie' hands to hold it up, exposing the smooth, excited pussy. With
a smirk, Becca lifted the white panties and pushed them into Cassie's
mouth. The younger girl accepted them willingly.

"Remember, not a sound." Becca commanded, eliciting another nod of
confirmation.

Becca tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and went to her knees
in front of Cassie. She lightly kissed the smooth flesh where her pubic
hair should be, letting her hot breath flow over the skin. Cassie spread
her legs more and arched her back to where only her shoulders were against
the cool tiles of the wall. Becca had full access to her sex should she
want it.

Knowing exactly what Cassie was hoping for, Becca began to kiss the girl
everywhere except in the area she desired it most, pecking lightly at her
tummy, the shallow of her hip where it met the leg, her outer thigh and
inner thigh. She savored the taste of her young skin, floral and innocent.
As she slowly kissed her way toward her sex, the unmistakable aroma of
youthful excitement and need filled her senses.

Becca's teasing had Cassie in a state of utter arousal. She felt a fine
mist of perspiration on her upper lip. Her nostrils flared with raspy
breaths as the fabric of the panties became soaked with the spit that
formed in her mouth. She was so wet that she felt her excitement dribble
down her ass crack.

It was at that precise moment that Becca's tongue lapped between her folds,
tasting her joy. Cassie's eyes flew open and her head banged against the
wall. Her chest heaved in lust. Becca simply began licking the length of
her gash from taint to clit, gathering Cassie's cunt juice into her mouth.

Cassie was in heaven. The slow, oral ministrations felt wonderful, but the
Becca's decided avoidance of her clit was driving her crazy. It was all she
could do to not grasp Becca's head and push her button into her mouth and
have her suck it until she popped. But being a good girl she realized doing
so was out of the question. She was Becca's plaything, her doll. And she
would only allow herself to do as Becca commanded.

"You are a wet little thing aren't you? I do believe you squirt a bit when
you cum, don't you?"

Cassie tacitly confirmed with a nod, followed by a shrug.

"Oh, I think you're being timid. Based on what I'm tasting here, I bet I
could make you cum in no time. In fact..."

With that Becca backed off and put her index and middle finger into her
mouth, slathering them with bubbly spit. Without hesitation she pushed them
into Cassie's tight, hot snatch and began finger banging her.

"Not a sound little girl," she whispered. "Quiet as a mouse."

Becca used her hand to thrust in and out quickly while using her thumb to
bump and rub the girl's clit. It was certainly having the desired effect as
Cassie felt the orgasm she'd been yearning for start to build. The desire
to cry out was almost too much. One hand grabbed the top of the stall,
while the other gripped the assistance bar mounted to the wall. It felt
like she was going to pee, but was different, tied directly to her
pleasure. She'd felt this a time or two when Kyle had sucked her cunt, but
had always held back. This time she couldn't. Becca's fingers were hitting
pleasure points she'd never knew existed. She had no choice. Becca was
intent of forcing the orgasm out of her. Cassie convulsed forward as the
climax exploded from her loins.

Becca felt the girl's inner wall expand, and a spray of clear fem-cum was
forced from her pussy. Her hand made a wet smacking sound as the juice
squirted free, and she continued to bang her hand into her hot, drippy
snatch, making Cassie give up more of her liquid pleasure. The fluid ran
down her forearm and dripped from her elbow. Some of the squirt landed on
Becca's skirt and top.

She slowly withdrew her sopping hand from Cassie's spent little pussy hole
and stood up. With her other hand she pulled the panties from the girl's
mouth, allowing Cassie more oxygen. As she stood there panting, Becca
brought her hands up to the younger girl's lips and pushed her nectar
soaked fingers into her mouth.

"That's right you nasty little cum squirter," Becca taunted as Cassie
sucked her digits. "You be sure to lick all that juice off my hand."

Cassie was out of her mind with pleasure. She eagerly sucked Becca's
fingers clean, then grabbed the wrist and started tongue bathing the rest
of her hand. She lovingly suckled each finger in turn, swallowing all
she-jaculate on them. She licked the palm and space between the fingers.
Lastly she kissed and sucked all the juices that had run down Becca's
forearm, all the way down to the elbow.

Becca eventually had to gently pull her arm away from Cassie and lovingly
stroked her hair, cooing at her what a good girl she was until Cassie's
panting slowed and she caught her breath.

"Well now that you've had your fun, I think I deserve a reward...don't you?"

Cassie opened her mouth to confirm, but quickly remembered her vow to
remain silent, and simply nodded briskly.

"My little clitty is just ACHING to be sucked and made to cum. Think you
could help me out with that?"

Again came the quick nod of agreement.

"I was hoping you'd agree," said Becca as she turned and proceeded to sit
on the toilet. In a flash Cassie was on her knees in front of her, ready to
pleasure her superior. Becca smirked at the youngster's eagerness to please
as she leaned back and scooted to the front edge of the bowl. She spread
her legs and hiked up her skirt, and Cassie was surprised to see that Becca
didn't have on any panties. The older girls snatch was bare and beautiful,
the lips glistening with the dew of excitement and anticipation for what
was to come.

"Suck my clit. Make my cunt cum you little slut."

Cassie immediately dove in and went to work on Becca's gorgeous pussy. God,
she loved it when Becca called her names and took charge. She knew it was
all a game, but it was also a part of Becca that really existed. She was no
longer afraid of Becca like she had been the day of mistaken identity in
the school hallway, but was certainly awestruck and intimidated by her.
When around her, all Cassie wanted was to please her and perhaps win her
favor.

As much as she wanted to lick and taste the delicious tang of her sex, for
hours Cassie remembered that the older girl had said. She was to suck her
clit until she made Becca's cunt cum, so that's what she would do. She
locked her lips over Becca's hood and started to nurse her pleasure point.

"Mmmmm..." Becca crooned softly as she stroked Cassie's head. "That's it
baby. Suck it like you would my nipple. Feed on it softly, and don't forget
to use your tongue on it too. That's it, baby. You make that pussy feel
good."

That was exactly the kind of positive feedback Cassie yearned for from
Becca, and she did her all to suck her clit exactly as instructed. Her lips
puckered and pulled at the clit, occasionally lightening up so her tongue
could flick over it and twirl around it. She could feel Becca's wetness on
her chin and had to fight the urge move down and drink it in. But was
intent on doing exactly as ordered. However, it didn't stop her tongue from
poking into her lips for a taste right before she wiped her tongue up over
Becca's clit.

For her part, Becca was growing very close to her peak as well. She bit her
lip and concentrated to not cum immediately. Cassie was a so deliberate on
her clit from the start that she'd almost orgasmed after only a few
seconds. But she didn't think it proper that Cassie know she could get her
off instantly. She needed that power, and plus she wanted to make the girl
work a little and earn her pleasure, which was at hand.

She grabbed a fistful of Cassie's red hair and pushed her face into her
sex. "This talented little slut mouth of yours is going to get me off. Do
you like that?"

Cassie nodded, never letting her lips slip off Becca's clit. She looked up
at the older girl like a puppy, doing everything she could to please.

The look of complete subjugation in the fourteen-year-old's eyes was too
much for Becca. The knowledge that she owned her set off her climax.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Becca grunted loud enough to be heard outside the
stall, though it didn't seem that anyone else was still in there. Cassie
continued to suck and lick her clit enthusiastically, feeling great
satisfaction in her ability to pleasure Becca.

She was so into it that Becca hand to pull her head away from her pussy.
"Whoa, hold on...that's enough."

Cassie reluctantly sat back on her haunches, gazing lovingly at the puffy
pussy she had just pleasured. Becca stroked her hair more. "You are a good
little pussy eater, aren't you?"

Cassie smiled and gave a little shrug.

"You're being modest. Stop it. When you do something well and get a
compliment, you should accept it."

Cassie beamed, and mouthed a silent "Thank you, Miss."

"You're welcome." Becca stood up abruptly and pulled her skirt down. "Let's
get out of here. I think some lady just dumped in the next stall."

Cassie giggled and nodded.

"It's okay...you can talk again," said Becca as she nudged Cassie playfully
with her arm.

"Okay. Thanks."

"You bet." Becca picked up her backpack and stuffed Cassie's panties
inside. "Thanks for the panties. I need some, huh?" Becca lifted her skirt
to flash her naked vagina at the younger girl and laughed.

Cassie giggled. "You're welcome. I'm pleased that you would want them." She
stood with a big grin, her hands clasped behind her swaying a little.

Fuck, thought Becca. This one is too cute. What a little heart breaker.

Becca opened the door the two of them walked out just as an elderly woman
was entering the restroom. She gave them a bit of an odd look as they came
of out of the stall together all flushed. They giggled a little as they
walked past the woman and headed toward the door.

"Tsk," they heard the woman comment to herself as they were opening the
door. "I can't believe they didn't wash their HANDS!"

After exchanging glances, they exploded in laughter.

. . . . .

Holt jumped in the shower, eager to get back out to the living room where
Blaine and Kyle were having fun. A day before he'd actually gotten brave
and shaved his shaft, balls, taint and ass. He felt a little strange doing
it, but it felt nice and didn't look bad. He'd even used some clippers to
trim down the hair on his pubis and thought it looked somewhat natural.

He soaped up between his legs, lifting his heavy nut sack and sudsing them
completely. His hand went between his cheeks and thoroughly washed his
crack and pucker before finally taking his hard dong in his hands and
stroking it clean. He rinsed quickly and toweled off while heading to the
living room.

Kyle and Blaine were still at having moved to the living room. Blaine was
standing in front of their little brother as he knelt in front of her. She
had one leg up on the arm of the sofa and Holt could see that Kyle was
sucking her pussy for all her was worth.

"Still working off his debt I see," Holt said coming up behind Blaine. He
dropped his towel over the back of the sofa and pressed his body against
his sixteen-year-old sister, reaching around to cup her perky 34B breasts.

"Mmmm, yes. And he's doing a phenomenal job too." Blaine turned her head so
she could kiss Holt, reaching up and pulling his face toward her. Their
mouths opened and tongues explored one another's mouths. Holt could feel
his meat pressed between Blaine's ass cheeks, and it flexed there eagerly.

"Feels like you're randy and ready for fun huh?" Blaine said against his
mouth.

"Maybe," replied Holt.

"Well, if you're not sure, I could sure use someone licking my asshole
while our little brother is taking care of my clit."

"I think I can arrange that," whispered Holt. He slid his hands down to his
little sister's waist and then slowly started kissing his way lower. First
her neck, then her shoulders and shoulder blades.

"Nice," sighed Blaine. "Feels good to have two mouths on me."

Holt was now on his knees and moving down her spine toward her lower back.
She had two dimples right above her buttocks which Holt found maddeningly
sexy, so he kissed those lovingly. He felt his cock jump as a hand made
contact. Kyle had reached down and was fondling Holt's cock head. Holt
growled in pleasure, kissing Blaine's ass cheeks back and forth, moving
down. His tongue snaked wetly into Blaine's crevasse and flicked lower and
lower until it found her pucker.

Blaine bent her leg and squatted a bit, giving her brother's more access to
her holes. The tip of Holt's tongue began to press in and out of her
asshole while Kyle kept up his oral activities on her clit. Blaine's head
fell back and her eyes closed in delight as the boys oral worshiped her
orifices.

Both brothers we sitting back on their haunches sucking and licking
sloppily with pleasure. They each had a knee between the other's legs and
could feel their bones anxiously bouncing against each other's legs. With
one hand Kyle reached around and pulled Blaine's cheek open, and Holt did
the same to the other cheek with a hand. That enabled Holt to more easily
tongue fuck his little sisters asshole and kept her clit firmly in Kyle's
mouth. The added bonus was that it left one hand free for the boys to reach
down and fondle and stroke one another's excited members.

"Fuuuuuuck, this feels so good...and dirty," chuckled Blaine. "If you keep
that up I'm liable to cum." Blaine looked down at her younger brother with
a smile.

Kyle raised his eyebrows and went to work on his sister's clit, sucking it
firmly into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it rapidly as he knew
she liked. Holt was equally enthusiastic and started to lick, suck and
tongue her rosebud energetically. The fragrance of her sex and asshole
filled his sinuses as he panted in effort to help bring her off.

"Gaaaaawd," whined Blaine. "Oh god, you guys! It feels so fucking good!
Don't stop, please don't stop."

The brothers had no intention of stopping, and instead went at her holes
with more intensity. Drool ran off their chins and splattered on their
cocks and hands as they ate her ass and pussy with abandon. Their fists
worked one another's cocks as best they could, but their true focus was on
Blaine.

"Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh!" Blaine cooed. "Dammit! I'm gonna cum! Don't
stop! Don't stop...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!"

Blained bucked her pelvis back and forth as her climax ripped through her
body. Kyle and Holt held position and continued to mouth her privates as
she writhed around. Her pussy dripped with excitement and her asshole was
sucking on Holt's tongue like a mouth. Eventually she was spent and
collapsed onto the sofa.

"Good?" Kyle asked.

"Amazing! We need to remember that trick," she panted in post orgasmic
bliss.

The boys were grinning too, now more focused on each other's cocks. They
stroked one another openly, enjoying the feeling of the other's technique.

Blaine propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at them. "I don't
think you can possibly know how hot it is to see you two playing with each
other like that. It would only be hotter if you were kissing..." she trailed
off with a smile.

Both brothers smirked at her. "Oh, really? Enticing us to kiss are you?"
asked Holt.

"Yep," said Blaine.

"Fine," Holt replied. To Kyle's surprise, he suddenly found himself flat on
his back as his brother pushed him over and lay on top of him. Kyle gasped
in surprise as Holt's mouth mashed against his own and his tongue flicked
out against his lips. Kyle closed his eyes and opened his mouth in response
to his sibling's initiative, giving himself over to him.

Holt's meaty prick was wedged between Kyle's legs flexing menacingly. It
seemed to have a life of its own and wanted to fuck. The fifteen-year-old
boy was concerned that it would try to drill its way into his ass,
something that he was sure would split him in two. But he also couldn't
deny that the thought was exciting, particularly having seen Holt cram his
log up Becca's ass. He just wasn't convinced his pucker was ready to take
it. At least not yet.

Kyle had started thrusting his own cock up against his brother's firm
abdomen, enjoying the friction on his shaft. He reached down and grabbed
Holt's rock hard ass and squeezed his cheeks. This only made Holt growl and
hump his dong between Kyle's legs with more vigor.

"Good god that is hot," mumbled Blaine, who had discovered her own hand was
between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit. Seeing her brothers in the
throes of passion was very arousing. She could fully understand why guy's
liked seeing two women together. Seeing two men frot and make out was
intense.

"I don't want to break this moment, but I think I need to get fucked."
Blaine swung around and spread her legs open, giving the boys a clear view
of her saliva smeared slit.

The guys glanced over and sat up. Holt made a move toward her quickly. "I'm
ready," he said grasping her leg above the knee, preparing to pull her to
the floor and mount her.


"Whoa, there stud," she replied putting a hand on his chest. "I know
you're, but I don't know that I'm ready for you right away. How about we
let our brother warm me up until she can take that monster. Is that okay?"

Holt furrowed his brow, then smiled tenderly at her. "I guess you could use
some preparation."

Blaine sat up and kissed her big brother quickly. "Thank you. You're the
best. Okay Kyle, are you ready?"

 "Always, baby," he said standing up, his six inch dong jutting up at a
forty five degree angle. "What are we doing?"

Blaine spread the towel and got on her hands and knees on the sofa, her
chin resting on the arm. "Why don't you get behind me, then I can suck off
our brother while you fuck me."

"Done," said Kyle, and in a flash he was behind her on the couch, one leg
on the floor and the other crooked up behind her, his foot on the cushion.
Holt stood up and came around in front of her, his turgid member waving
thickly before him.

"Wow. I never get used to that up close," Blaine said softly. She put the
palm of her hand under the shaft and lifted it to her lips. It was hot and
heavy, a strand of crystal clear pre-cum oozing from the piss slit and onto
her wrist. Blaine began to lick and suckle the head, making it nice and wet
with her spit before noticing something and looking up at Holt.

"Hey, have you been man-scaping?" she asked with a giggle.

"Could be." Holt smiled.

"For the record, I like it," she replied with a wink before taking his head
back between her lips.

At the same time, Kyle was wiping the head of his cock up and down his
sister's oozing cunt hole, making his glans slippery with her pussy juice.
Once it was nice and wet, he slowly eased his broad mushroom cap between
her labia and into her hot hole.

"Oooooooo," Blaine moaned. "Perfect. Just fuck me slowly for now and let me
get used to you."

Kyle grunted an affirmative. As always, the young buck was already at the
edge of cumming simply by sinking his youthful and inexperienced cock into
his sister's humid and spongy sleeve, so going slow was just what he
needed. He carefully began working his rod in and out of Blaine's smooth
pussy while concentrating on the acoustic tiles on the ceiling above him.

Blaine was enjoying the taste of Holt's cock in her mouth. Her right hand
grasped his low hanging bull bag and was using his scrotum to pull him into
her mouth, and to make sure he didn't go too deep. Due to the angle she was
at, she was able to take him down her throat more than she had thought
possible. She drooled freely on his shaft allowing him to work deeper and
deeper, the bubbly spit dripping from his cock and onto the arm of the
sofa. It felt like the only thing preventing her from taking him all the
way was the fact that he was too damned thick, and that as she pulled him
in she wasn't able to breath. Eventually her lips were stretched to the
maximum and she ran out of oxygen, so she reluctantly had to push back on
his nuts to have him pull out, which was followed by a copious expulsion of
drool from her lips as she panted for breath.

All three siblings were grunting and groaning with pleasure as they rutted
and sucked in the living room. It was warm inside, and Holt noticed a sheen
of perspiration coating the youthful, smooth bodies of his little brother
and sister. He could feel his own sweat on his brow as chest as he slowly
and deeply throat fucked his little sister.

Kyle had managed to overcome the initial feelings of loosing his load and
had started fucking Blaine slowly. He withdrew his cock until only the
flared glans was inside her inner labia, and then slow pushed in back in
until he was balls deep. There he held it, savoring how her canal enveloped
him and heat, throbbing and clutching at his member. His cock flexed
involuntarily and he could feel the pre-cum being squeezed up his shaft to
pour into her cunt. Back and forth he went, slowly and deliberately,
warming up her tight little pussy hole for the mammoth cock of his older
brother.

And at this time, Holt was ready as well. He withdrew his cock from
Blaine's dripping mouth. "Are you ready to fuck, little sister?"

"Yeah, I think so, just please go easy on me, okay? I'm not like Becca."
Blaine said nervously.

"I know. Why don't you get on me, that way you can control things. Would
that work?"

Blaine nodded as Kyle pulled his meat out of her pussy with a sigh. Holt
came around and sat down on the sofa and scooted down toward the edge so
his ass hung slightly off the edge, his balls dangling and swaying down
over his ass crack. Blaine tenderly crawled on top of him and grasped his
thick seven inch wedge in her first and angled it up toward her sex. His
cock was viscous with slobber as she wiped the head up and down her anxious
slit. With her shins on Holt's muscular thighs, she slowly sat back on him
and let the head slip inside.

"Mmmmm," she moaned in delight. "So far so good."

Holt smiled up and her. His hands were on her face and neck, stroking her
tenderly. Their lips met and kissed deeply as her sixteen-year old pussy
began to lower itself on his tool.

Her tight snatch accepted about another three inches before stopping.
Blaine gasped at the girth of her brother. It felt amazing, but also like
she was at the point of no return. It was a little frustrating as well;
while she had no reason to feel she could take him all inside, she
certainly wanted more.

Holt immediately read the consternation on her face. "It's okay, just do
what you can for now. You'll work more in I think."

"Okay," Blaine agreed and started to ride his pole up and down. While Kyle
had a perfectly shaped cock for her pussy, this felt like she was trying to
wedge a wine bottle into her cunt. She was able to take the first few
inches easily, then the stretch became too much. However, it wasn't a bad
feeling at all.

Kyle was sitting on the floor between Holt's legs watching as Blaine rode
his thick tool. On one level he was a little envious of his big brother's
massive bone, but he was learning that having an overly large cock was not
all it was cracked up to be. It might be uncommon that Holt would ever be
able to feel the pleasure of being balls deep in any orafice. He was
grateful for his own large, but manageable endowment, and stroked his rigid
member while watching the coupling of his siblings.

As Blaine continued to work herself up and down on her big brother, she
felt herself relaxing a bit. It helped that she and Holt were making out
while fucking, since kissing was something that made her more passionate.
It also helped take her mind off what was happening between her legs.

For his part, Holt had reached around behind her and held both her ass
cheeks open, allowing for a bit more stretch to her pussy. He was carefully
not to push her up or down on him and keep his lower body perfectly still,
allowing her to take him in at her own pace.

"Mmmm. That's nice. I feel so full of your cock baby," Blaine moaned in his
ear.

"Agreed," muttered Holt. Fucking Becca was wild and rough and wonderful in
it's own way. Fucking Blaine was equally wonderful, but it felt tender and
gentle and cautious. His cock strained in her fragile hole, sending bubbles
of pre-cum from the head to coat her inner walls.

Blaine was now rotating her hips around as she lowered herself onto Holt's
thickness. She was taking more of him in this way and it was most intense.
With her hands against his chest, she closed her eyes in concentration,
working him in deeper. Eventually she was able to grind down on another
inch of his member. Her mouth was agape and her lips glistening.

"So, fucking, good," she gasped softly. Blaine had gone to a different
place in her head. All that existed was this feeling of cock in her cunt
and the discomfort mixed with pleasure it brought. By moving her hips
forward she discovered she could mash Holt's cock against her g-spot in a
most satisfying way. She began to simply pump her hips forward and back,
and began to feel her pussy hole open up more as another inch slipped
inside.

Kyle was now masturbating with fervor at the sight of his sister writhing
on his big brother's cock. As usual, she was sopping wet and he could see
her clear fluid running in rivulets down Holt's shaft and swinging nuts.

Blaine's eyes were glazed over as she stared down at her older brother
through loose strands of hair that had escaped her pony tail. Her jaw hung
slack and a thread of drool slipped from her lower lip to drizzle on Holt's
chest. Being completely lost in her pleasure, she didn't even notice.

For his own part, Holt was on the edge of cumming. Blaine's rapid back and
forth technique felt great, even if it did feel like his cock might be
ripped out at the roots at any moment.

"Oh shit," Blaine gasped, rocking with abandon now. "I'm gonna cum on that
big cock. I'm gonna cum. Oh jeez... Oooh... Ooooooh... OOOOOOOOOHHH!

Blaine's head flew back as she howled in bliss. Her legs tightened as the
climax rocked her body. Her pussy walls throbbed and fluttered around the
pipe wedged inside her.

"AAAAAARGGGGHHHH!" Holt cried out as he crested at the same time. His rod
stiffened as it started to heave seed into her pussy, pulsing and throbbing
in release.

Kyle was in heaven. He watched as his brother's balls drew up and the shaft
flex as it spermed inside his sister's cunt. It was all too much, and Kyle
got on his knees in order to add his spunk to the mix.

"So, fucking, HOT!" He whimpered as his cock began to send plumes of semen
from his cum slit. It arched up to splatter on his sister's ass hole, over
her stretched cunt, and down his brother's shaft and balls. Rope after rope
arced free, covering them with his cream.

Eventually the three of them were spent. Kyle collapsed back on his
haunches as Blaine fell forward against Holt's chest, panting and wheezing.
In doing so, Holt's cock popped out of her abused slit, flinging both semen
and cunt juice onto Kyle's chest. Holt's seed poured from Blaine's open
quim to run down his shaft and ball sack.

"Oh. Wow. Wow, wow, wow..." was all Blaine could manage.

"You should have seen it from my vantage point," said Kyle. "Incredible."

Blaine reached her hand out blindly behind her. "C'mere you."

Kyle stood and allowed Blaine to pull her down on top of her. She relished
the feeling of their bodies pressed together. Kyle kissed the back of her
neck as Holt's strong hands came around to hug the three of them together,
tightly.

Holt sighed contentedly. This was what it was about to him. The closeness
and intimacy was what he liked most. The sex was phenomenal, but these were
the moments he treasured. The moments he never wanted to end.

. . . . .

It was Saturday morning and Holt was stressing out over his stack of bills.
Things were far from ideal financially. For the past couple of months he'd
been late with the rent, which drove him a little crazy. The land-lord had
been very understanding given the family situation and hadn't charge them a
late fee, but it still bugged Holt to be late with anything.

The family had no savings, and he was still working on paying off some
credit card debt his mom had left that the insurance didn't cover. To make
everything worse, earlier in the week the car had broken down on the way to
work. In addition to the tow service costing $100, and repairs estimated to
be over $700, Holt had to take the cab to work from the tow shop which set
him back another $60. Not to mention losing a half day's wages. Fortunately
a co-worker who lived close by had agreed to drive him to work until the
car was fixed so that helped. But Holt was of a mind that he needed to be
independent and handle everything flawlessly on his own.

He sat there for a while doing the math and wondering how he could make
ends meet. It seemed like no matter what, he wasn't going to be able to pay
both rent and car repairs. He held his head in his hands, feeling defeated.

"Enough of this," he muttered to himself. He could only take so much self
pity. Whenever he felt stressed he knew that going to the gym would help
take his mind off things. He grabbed the pile of papers and put them in the
desk drawer. He went into the room he shared with Kyle quietly since his
little brother was still in bed and picked up his gym bag.

"Off to the gym?" asked Kyle, still half asleep.

"Yeah, then to the grocery store."

"M'kay," Kyle muttered as he rolled over.

Holt closed the door quietly behind him then started walking down the
street the few blocks toward the gym. It was a pleasant enough day and by
the time he'd arrived there his head had cleared a bit and he felt better.
He knew that if he kept a positive attitude, things could work out.

"Hey Holt, what's up?" called the man behind the counter.

"Not much Mr. Larson, how are you?"

"Can't complain."

"Mr. Larson, are you needing any help around here? Maybe maintenance or
cleanup help or anything like that?"

The older man rubbed his head. "Jeez Holt, I dunno. This is just a small
family owned place. Times are tight with the bigger gyms trying to price us
little guys out of the market."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just short of cash and thought maybe I could pick up a
few hours on the weekend. But I understand if that's not an option."

Mr. Larson looked at Holt. He knew the family situation and his heart went
out to Holt for what he was trying to do for his brother and sisters.

"Well, I guess I could use some help on Sunday nights. I usually do a deep
cleaning of the showers and lockers. It only takes a couple of hours, but
if you wanted to help I could give you $15 an hour...off the books of course."

Holt reached his hand over the counter. "Deal. Thanks Mr. Larson. What time
should I be here tomorrow?"

"We close at 8:00pm and can start right after I lock up."

They shook on it, and Holt went into the locker room to change with a smile
on his face. It wasn't a lot, but it was $30 more a week than he'd had five
minutes ago.

. . . . .

As Holt made the rounds on the equipment a familiar face caught his eye. It
was the man who he had jacked off with before in the shower.

The guy was just as attractive in workout gear as he had been naked in the
shower. Holt admired his 6'2" muscular frame and slightly graying hair.
Holt watched him closely and wondered if he might catch his eye, but for
some reason the guy didn't seem to notice him, even though there were only
four other people there besides the two of them at that time of morning.

After several minutes Holt realized he was kind of acting like a teenage
girl, and simply concentrated on his workout. He spent another hour or so
in the weights before wrapping up with 20 minutes on the treadmill. As he
ended his workout he cast a final glance around to see if his shower buddy
was still there. However, he didn't spot the man and assumed he'd left.

Holt entered the locker room and was stripping off his sweat soaked gym
clothes when he heard a locker close on the opposite side. He glanced in
the mirror at the end of the row and it was the guy from before. He had a
towel wrapped around his waist and was heading toward the sauna room. The
man glanced up to catch Holt watching him in the mirror and gave a little
smile.  The man stepped into the sauna and closed the door behind him.

As he felt his cock start to rise in his workout pants, Holt wondered what
he should do. There was some indication that the guy was interested in him,
and he had some feeling that the semi-privacy of the room offered the
opportunity for them to perhaps do what they had done before. Holt took a
deep breath and decided he'd do it. He stripped off his pants, wrapped a
towel around himself and headed toward the sauna room.

As he stepped inside, he saw the guy sitting against the wall around the
corner from the door where he couldn't be seen. The man was sitting on his
towel and fully naked. His long, thick cock drooped flaccidly on the bench.

Not wanting to seem too obvious, Holt sat against the back wall to the left
of the man. He kept his towel around him event though he yearned to take it
off.

After a couple of minutes of sitting there, Holt saw the man reach down and
grasp his cock. He squeezed it a couple of times then released it. Holt saw
the man's member thicken and start to rise. He did this a couple of more
times and soon his cock had swollen to its full eight inches.

Holt's own dong was forming an obvious tent under the towel, and the man
took notice. The man ran his fist up and down over his cock head while
casually looking at Holt's towel covered erection. Feeling it was okay to
go further Holt, opened his towel to show off his own rigid member.

Without a word, the two of them began to masturbate together, eyes glued on
each other's impressive packages. Holt's dick ached from all the sex it had
been subject to lately, but the ache was not unpleasant. As he and his
jack-off buddy continued to fist their cocks, Holt felt that old familiar
warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, a hunger and yearning for pleasure.

It was evident that the two of them were getting close to cumming. Their
breathing was rapid and an occasional groan or grunt would be heard from
one or the other of them. Holt was trying to hang on to the edge, hoping
his buddy would sperm so that he could let lose at the same time.

At that moment, Holt saw a body pass by the door. Instinctually he and the
man grabbed their towels and covered up. Right after that, the door opened
and an older balding man came into the steam room. Holt sat up and hunched
over, hiding his erection in his towels.

"Hey guys," said the new comer as he lowered himself on the bench opposite
Holt's buddy. "Hot enough in here for you?"

Both Holt and his buddy chuckled politely.

"A little warm in here at that," said Holt's friend as he stood up to and
headed out the door.

Holt was pretty sure he was headed for the shower, but didn't want to look
like he was chasing him around. Instead he stayed there for another five
minutes willing his erection to subside before leaving.

His timing wasn't good. As he rounded the corner to the open shower area,
he saw his buddy was toweling off next to his locker. With some regret Holt
continued to the shower stands and rinsed off quickly. When he came back
out, the guy had already left.

Holt sighed. So much for a nice mutual masturbation session. It didn't
matter so much since his day was pretty full anyway. He started to dress
and make a mental list of what all they needed from the grocery store.

Wait, he thought as he patted his pants pockets. Crap! He must have left
his wallet at home. He'd been a bit distracted so he wasn't surprised at
this oversight, but he was still kicking himself mentally for his
forgetfulness as he headed out of the gym to go home and pick it up.

But then more pleasant idea struck him. It was likely that the girls or
Kyle would be home, and that meant he didn't necessarily have to remain
sexually frustrated. As he walked the few blocks home he was excited by the
idea of a quicky before continuing with his day.

"Hey, anyone home?" he called as he came in. No response. He poked his head
in the room he and Kyle shared, dropped his gym bag on his bed and picked
up his wallet from the dresser.

He closed the door and headed down the hall to the girl's room. The door
was open and neither twin was there. He was feeling disappointed until he
noticed that the bathroom door was closed and he heard the shower running.
Maybe this was going to turn out okay after all.

Feeling horny, Holt quickly stripped off his clothes and quietly opened the
door. The room was full of steam, but he noticed a figure standing in the
shower. As he closed the door quietly, he heard Kyle mutter "god, that
feels good." Looking lower, he saw the outline of one of the twins kneeling
in the shower obviously sucking Kyle's cock.

Holt was now fully erect and ready to play too. He reached for the shower
curtain and opened it.

"You two have room in there for your big brother?"

Then he froze. It wasn't Becca or Blaine sucking Kyle's dick. It was
another boy. Holt stood there naked a gawking as the boy let Kyle's tool
fall from his mouth.

"Um, hey bro," Kyle stammered. "I uh, didn't know you'd be home so soon."

"I...forgot my wallet." Holt said, still looking at the boy.

"Oh, okay. Um..." Kyle found his tongue again. "Holt, this is my buddy Andy."

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