Chapter 17 – Brad Loses It

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The alarm clock jolted Melissa awake with its harsh `beep-beep-beep'. She felt her mother stir beside her and felt a moment's disorientation about where she was and why she could feel her mother's naked body next to hers. But by the time her mother was shouting at Keith to please turn the alarm off, Melissa was fully awake and remembering the momentous events of the evening before. She smiled as she recalled that she was no longer a virgin (in any of her major orifices, as she felt her pussy already beginning to ooze with renewed arousal at the memory).

As the intrusive alarm buzzer finally ceased, Melissa's reverie was interrupted by her mother's voice commanding, "C'mon, kids. Up, up, up!" Her voice softened, "And as much as I'd like nothing more than to spend the rest of the day making love to you both, I've got work and you've got school to get to. Whew!" she suddenly exclaimed, "What's that smell?"

"Uh, that's us, Mom," Melissa pointed out with a gentle grin. "When we spend the night fucking and pissing and shitting in the bed, it's bound to be a little funky in the morning."

"Shitting! Who shit in the bed?" their mother demanded.

"Ahem," Keith said dryly, "That would be you, Mom. We cleaned it up, mostly, before we finally went to sleep."

"I did? You did?" Margaret asked weakly, a blush beginning to color her cheeks. "I don't remember that..."

Melissa reached out to squeeze her mother's shoulder comfortingly. "It's no big deal, Mom," she assured, "You just came really, really hard the way, well, you know the way you and I both sometimes do, and, well, everything just sort of let loose all at once."

"Really?" Margaret looked somewhat aghast. She shook her head after a brief moment. "Well, I guess it really is good I got those mattress covers if this is going to be what having amazing sex with the two of you is going to be like from now on." She beamed at both her children before continuing in a more business-like voice, "Okay, then. So why don't the two of you get the shower going and get in while I strip the bedding and get it downstairs to the laundry. I'll join you both in a few minutes."

"Okay, Mom," both Keith and Melissa answered together. "Oh," Melissa added, "There's already a load of towels at the head of the stairs. It's what, um, we used to clean up with last night."

Margaret shook her head ruefully. "I can see that our water bill is going to increase as our sex life improves. Thanks for taking care of that. Now go on," she commanded, "Get in the shower and I'll be right there. And don't let Keith come before I get back!" she added with an emphatic glance at her daughter.

Realizing that her mother meant she was free to do anything else with her brother, Melissa laughed and readily agreed. The siblings were already heading down the hall to the bathroom before their mother could even begin stripping the bed.

Standing in the bathroom waiting for the shower water to heat up, Melissa glanced at her brother, raising her eyebrows. "Wow, huh?" she asked.

"Really wow," Keith agreed. "I can't believe how incredible it is for all of us to, you know, share everything and do everything."

"It really is," Melissa murmured, stepping close to Keith and pulling his face down to her lips for a lengthy, tongue-filled kiss. "Thank you again, Keith," she said sincerely as they parted, "For being my first man."

"My pleasure," he grinned. "Really, really my pleasure," he added with a suggestive leer. "Man, I've really got to piss!"

"Yeah, so do I, but we'd better wait until Mom gets here. She won't want to miss that," Melissa reminded him.

"Yeah, you're right about that," Keith agreed. "It's so cool the way you're both so turned on by that. I like turning you on," he added, almost shyly.

Melissa laughed, and was pleased to notice that their incestuous kiss and obscene talk had already aroused her brother into a semi-erection. She felt a sudden thrill of lust course through her. "Isn't that shower warm yet?" she asked her brother from under lowered eyes.

Keith grinned, reached his hand in behind the shower curtain, and nodded. The two eagerly scrambled into the tub and were quickly soaping each other's bodies and sliding their hands and fingers everywhere. Melissa gasped has her brother's strong fingers slid into her crevice, and then it was Keith's turn to moan as Melissa wrapped her soap-covered fingers around his now-fully-rigid prick and began to slowly and sensuously jerk him off.

After a few moments, Keith asked, "Do you want me to wash your hair?"

"Uh, sure," Melissa agreed. Something in his voice made her suspicious that her brother had ulterior motives.

"Great!" he enthused. "Get on your knees in front of me."

"Oh-ho!" Melissa giggled, understanding his purpose now, "If you want me to suck your cock, just say so."

"Oh, I definitely do want you to suck me," Keith agreed, beaming, "But I really will wash your hair, too."

"OK, fair enough," she laughed and lowered herself to kneel in front of him. After rinsing the residual soap off the rock-hard organ, she took it gently between her lips and began teasing it with her tongue, earning her a satisfied groan from Keith's lips.

As she worked her lips and hand up and down her brother's wet, turgid prick, she felt a stream of warm water drenching her head and closed her eyes against the runoff. Shortly, she could feel his fingers working a dollop of shampoo into her hair and sighed with contented lust as his fingers massaged and writhed around her scalp and hair. She began to try to get as much of Keith's cock into her mouth with each forward thrust, and her brother moaned in appreciation.

Suddenly the shower curtain was pulled aside and they heard their mother's voice saying in mock exasperation, "Well! You two didn't waste any time, did you? And I see Keith is teaching you my favorite way to get my hair washed."

Melissa stopped her incestuous blow job long enough to glance up at her mother as the older woman stepped into the shower behind her. "Uh-huh," she agreed brightly. "He's a very nice hair-washer."

"Hmm-hmm," Margaret murmured. The sight of her two naked children engaged in brazen sex in front of her was making her loins very warm and wet. "Do you suppose you could share?" she asked, almost plaintively.

Melissa pulled back from her brother's cock and smiled at her mother. "He's all yours, Mom. You were nice enough to let me have him in all three holes last night. I'd say it's definitely your turn."

"Three, huh?" Margaret said with keen interest as she lowered her voluptuous body to her knees in front of her son and Melissa rose to make room for her. "It sounds like I missed something. I don't remember that."

"Yeah, well," Keith hastened to explain, "You were completely zonked, and I had to pee, so Melissa sucked me while I pissed in her mouth, and then, well, that was really hot and I started to get hard again, so we just, um..."

"She finished what she started," Margaret nodded, her eyes glittering with arousal. "Speaking of piss," she went on as her fingers wrapped around her son's cock and began to stroke it back and forth, "I hope neither of you already peed yet. I really need to, and I want to see and taste yours."

"We waited, Mom," Melissa snorted, and raised one foot to the edge of the tub so her pussy was pointed straight at her mother's face. "Here, try this," she warned. And without any further hesitation – she was getting really comfortable with pissing on other people, she realized – she let loose a vigorous stream of yellow fluid that splashed up against the side of her mother's face and head.

"Nice," Margaret breathed as she disengaged from her son's prick long enough to turn her face and catch a full mouthful of her daughter's urine which she swallowed with a dreamy expression. Melissa continued to spray her mother until her bladder was completely empty.

"Thank you, sweetie," her mother told Melissa, her voice throaty with lust. She glanced up at her son. "Your turn," she said pointedly.

"Uh, I don't think I can, Mom," Keith answered with his lips pressed together. "I'm kinda', well, too hard to go right now."

"Ah, of course," Margaret nodded with understanding. "Well, I know the cure for that!"

Keith and Melissa both laughed.

Before their mother resumed sucking off her son, she gave a mischievous glance at Melissa. "Sweetie, if you can get your head down under me, I'll give you an extra shower."

"Sure thing, Mom," her daughter readily agreed, and found that by getting behind Keith and working her body past his spread legs, there was just barely enough room for her to position her face directly under her mother's shaved crotch. "Okay, ready, Mom," Melissa announced.

Her mother mumbled something incoherent as her mouth was completely full of Keith's cock, but shortly a dribble of pungent piss, then an intense stream flooded Melissa's face. She shut her eyes against the stinging and luxuriated in the sensation of the warm liquid splashing over her face, periodically opening her mouth to capture a taste. Her fingers crept down her body and came to rest in her crotch where she began frigging herself vigorously.

After far too short a time, the stream of golden piss ceased. Melissa tried vainly for a moment to raise her face up enough to lick the remaining drops but couldn't get the right angle because of the cramped quarters. Eventually she abandoned the attempt and wormed her way back between Keith's legs and clambered to her feet, stepping up close to her brother's back and wrapping her arms affectionately around him. She leaned her head forward momentarily to rinse the last of the shampoo and pee from her hair and face.

To her delight, Melissa suddenly felt a pair of Keith's fingers reach around his back between them and seek out her pussy. She readily shifted her body to the side to ease his access and groaned with pleasure as her brother's fingers slid deeply into her cunt and probed inside.

Struck with inspiration, Melissa reached over to grab the soap and liberally coated the fingers of one hand until they were slippery with foam. She then eased the hand between her brother's ass cheeks and probed until she located the puckered entrance to his rectum. Without hesitation, she pushed first one, then two fingers deeply into Keith's asshole, and was fascinated to feel that the boy instantly relaxed his sphincter to ease her passage.

"Ohhhhh, God, Sis," Keith groaned, "You know I love that so much."

"I do, I do," Melissa grinned, then gasped as her brother's fingers tweaked her now-fully-engorged clit. "Hoh! Oh, yesss, do me like that, Bro," she encouraged breathlessly. Her heart was now pounding with obscene desire, and she began to ruthlessly ream her brother's willing, soft asshole with her fingers, fiercely pushing in and out and delighting in Keith's groans of pleasure each time the fingers buried themselves within him.

"Unnnggghh!" Keith grunted, "Look out, Mom. We found out – oh, shit! Found out last night that – God! Once Melissa starts finger-fucking my ass, I come really fast. Shit, that's good, Sis!"

Melissa was starting to feel the onset of an orgasm herself, and ground her crotch against her brother's had, desperately trying to push more of him into her oozing vulva. "Hunnggghhh!" she groaned, "Oh, God, Keith, you're gonna' – shit! You're gonna' make me come, too!"

At that moment, she felt Keith's anus begin to clench rhythmically around her fingers, and his low groans confirmed that he was emptying his load of creamy jism into their mother's mouth. Melissa pressed her own quivering pussy hard up against Keith's hand and he managed to keep flicking her clit despite the distraction of his own climax.

And then Melissa was coming, wave after wave of pleasure shooting from her cunt all the way up and down her body. It wasn't the gut-wrenching, mind-blowing intensity of some, but it was, she decided, just the perfect way to start the morning, and she hugged Keith tightly to let him know she was pleased.

Melissa pulled her head away from Keith's shoulder enough to see that he and her mother were sharing the boy's semen, swapping it between their mouths with their tongues in a noisy, lewd kiss. "Hey," she protested, only half in jest as she stepped around to position herself at their sides, "Save some for me!"

Without a word, her mother grabbed her behind the neck and – rather roughly, she thought – plunged her tongue into Melissa's. The twelve-year-old could taste the faintly salty taste of Keith's jism and felt the thick, viscous fluid, freely mixed with her mother and brother's saliva, slithering down the sides of her tongue. She pulled away and immediately pushed her lips onto Keith's, thrusting her tongue firmly into his mouth and squirting the contents of her own mouth into his. For a minute, the three of them continued to trade come-laden kisses until they were all laughing.

Once they had all recovered, Keith said, "C'mon, Mom. We've got to get you washed before the hot water runs out."

"And," Melissa added with a leer, "I think she deserves a chance to come, too, since we both did. Don't you think?"

"Thanks for noticing," Margaret said with a pitiful expression and a mock sniff. Her expression changed to one of raw sexual arousal as Keith stepped in front of her and began sliding soap-slick fingers in and out of her cunt. Melissa positioned herself behind her mother and began delivering the same treatment she had to Keith by pushing two fingers into the woman's anus.

"Whoa!" cautioned her mother, "Go easy there. I'm pretty sore. You, too, Keith," she added. "Focus on my clit; my cunt hole is sore, too."

"Okay, Mom," the siblings agreed. Melissa tried again with a single finger slipped into her mother's asshole and was amused to note that there was almost no friction. It didn't even feel like her finger was touching the sides, but she continued slowly thrusting the single finger in and out and her mother's lack of objection confirmed that it was not uncomfortable for her.

Meanwhile, Keith's incestuous attentions to his mother's clit were beginning to be evident, as she began to moan with pleasure and her body slowly writhed in anticipation and response. "Ohhh, that is so nice, my babies," she murmured, her voice beginning to thicken with arousal.

Melissa used her free hand to reach around her mother's body to squeeze and gently caress the older woman's breast, to which her mother responded by leaning into Melissa's body and twisting her head around to plant a long, wet kiss, her tongue pushing in and out of her daughter's mouth in rhythm with her son's finger fucking. Since Melissa could tell her mother was rapidly getting more turned on, she experimentally added a second finger to the probes of her mother's butt hole.

"Ahhhh," Margaret moaned, "Oh God, you two. You have no idea how good you make me feel."

Encouraged, both Keith and Melissa increased the tempo of their fingering of their mother's most private spots and, despite her earlier warning, Keith dared to occasionally slip a finger into his mother's slick cunt hole.

"Aaagggghhh! You two! Oh, God! I – God! I love having the two of you – hunnggghhh! Make love to me at once! Shit, that's good!" Margaret panted. "Ohhhh!" she gasped as Melissa pinched her mother's nipple as best she could given how slippery with soap it was.

"We love making love to you, too, Mom," Melissa whispered in her mother's ear. She cautiously added a third finger to the mix pushing in and out of her mother's ass.

"Ohh, God! Wait, sweetie, that hurts," her mother panted and Melissa froze. "Okay, okay, it's better now."

"You want me to stop, Mom?" Melissa asked.

"Fuck no!" her mother snorted, her breathing coming in hard gasps now, "Don't you dare! I'm – hunggghhh! It just hurt for a minute. Shit! Fuck! Keep going, both of you! God! Aaaggghh! That's it! Just like that!"

To Melissa's amazement, her mother was now actually pushing her butt back against her thrusting fingers, so Melissa increased the tempo and pushed each stroke deeply into her mother's rectum. After a minute of this, as her mother's ecstatic cries and gasping breaths increased in volume, Melissa added her little finger and began pushing her entire palm into her mother's now loose and slippery anus.

"Haaiiieee!" Margaret screamed, "Oh God, it hurts! Oh, God! It feels so good! Unnghhh! Unnggghhh! Shit! Yeah, do that! Don't stop! It hurts so good! Shit! Yeah, fuck my ass, you bitch! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, Fuck! I don't – unnnggghhh! I don't know how much more – fuck! I can take!"

By now, Keith had dared to fit three fingers into his mother's gaping pussy while continuing to roll her clit under her thumb, and he felt his mother's arms go around this neck for support as her knees began to tremble.

Melissa was now driving her entire fingers and palm down to the thumb into her mother's ass hole with vigor. She wondered if she dared try to fit her entire hand inside her mother's backside, when she heard the woman cry, "Do it, sweetie! Oh, God! God help me! I need it all! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Put your whole fucking fist in there, you bitch! Do it! Hurt me! Make me scream! Do it now! Hunnggghh! Hungghhh! Hunghhhh! Please, Melissa, I need it! Fuck!"

With a mental shrug, Melissa laid her thumb alongside the other fingers and slowly but firmly pushed and pushed the entire hand back inside her mother's bowels. Her mother screamed and screamed, but whether in pain or ecstasy it was hard to tell. Once the hand was fully buried in the woman's anus, Melissa just left it in place, filling her mother up while Keith's fingers kept probing and teasing the woman's cunt.

`At least,' Melissa thought to herself, `If you shit all over me again, it will be easy to clean up', and chuckled to herself at how incredibly kinky both she and the rest of her family were quickly becoming. As she continued to tweak her mother's nipple with her free hand, she wondered about how she was going to describe all this to Stephanie. Would she be disgusted, or would she be as turned on as Melissa herself was? Melissa suspected the latter, but the possibility of the former stayed on as a niggling worry.

Melissa could now hear the rhythmic wet, slapping sounds as Keith drove and thrust his fingers deeply into their mother's cunt hole despite the rising volume of the woman's gasping and ecstatic cries, and she knew it wouldn't be long before her mother climaxed hard. She caught Keith's eye. "Be ready to hold her up when she comes," she warned.

"Yeah, right," Keith nodded, breathless from his obscene exertion. Melissa disengaged her hand from her mother's nipple and wrapped her free arm tightly around the middle of her mother's body, supporting her underneath her breasts. With that added leverage, she found she could push her other hand another inch or so into her mother's ruined asshole.

At that moment, Margaret's long-building orgasm exploded, and her body quivered and writhed spasmodically, supported by her children. An almost incoherent stream of obscenities and shrieks burst from her lips.

"Haaaiiieee! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Aaaagggghhhh! God! Shit! Shit! Shit! No! Oh, God! I can't – aaaaarrgggh! I can't stand it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhh! God! I'm coming – shit! I'm coming so hard! No! No more! I can't...I can't...no...I..." she trailed off weakly as her body slowly went limp. Her eyes closed and her head lolled forward.

Keith and Melissa looked at each other with a `now what do we do?' expression. Melissa didn't dare try to pull her hand out because it was helping to keep the semi-conscious woman upright, and she suspected Keith had reached a similar conclusion about the convenience of his handhold in her pussy. Melissa gently pushed forward with her embedded fingers and could clearly feel Keith's fingers separated by thin internal membranes. She felt him push back against her fingers, and they both giggled.

"Nothing to do but wait for her to recover, I guess," mused Keith. "Are you okay there?"

"Yeah, I got her," Melissa assured him, "As long as she doesn't take half an hour to recover her brain."

"You really got your whole hand inside her butt hole again?" Keith asked, his eyes alight with ongoing arousal.

"Oh, hell, yeah," his sister confirmed, "It makes it easy to hold her up."

"Nice that she comes with such convenient handholds," Keith drawled and Melissa gasped at his audacity.

"Well, I've got the same ones," his sister pointed out.

"Hey, if you're ready to try getting whole hands in them, I'm game," Keith waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No way!" exclaimed Melissa with a laugh. "At least, not yet," she added more pensively. "I kinda' think that's something you need to work your way up to."

"I didn't notice Mom doing any practicing," Keith noted. "Seemed to me she just went for it."

"Hah!" Melissa snorted, "You haven't seen her with that big, black monster dildo she's got, then. That thing is dang near as big around as my hand. If she could fit that inside her, our hands aren't much of a stretch."

"Ohhh, that's bad," Keith groaned at his sister's unintentional pun.

"Maybe you should start practicing with it, too," Melissa added with a disingenuous smile, "It seems to me like you like having something up your ass as much as Mom does."

"You didn't seem to mind having me up your ass last night," Keith said with a wicked grin.

"No, no I sure didn't," Melissa grinned brightly. "But I think that's big enough for now."

"Fair enough," her brother chortled.

Their repartee was interrupted by a groan from their mother.

"Hey, Mom, welcome back," Melissa said gently.

"Wha-? What happened?" Margaret's eyes slowly swam into focus. "Oh, fuck! I did it again, didn't I?"

"Sure, but it's okay, Mom," Keith reassured her. "We've got you."

"Hmmm," Margaret chuckled weakly, "I can feel that. God forgive me, but I can't help how good it feels to have you inside me."

"We love you, and love making you come like that," Melissa said warmly, "But, uh, I think we'd better finish getting scrubbed up or we're all going to be late."

"Not to mention cold," Keith noted darkly, as they could feel the heat in the shower flow diminishing.

"Yes, yes, of course. Sorry," Margaret mumbled, her cheeks turning pink.

"No apology necessary, Mom," Melissa grinned, then frowned, "Hang on, Mom. Hand coming out."

"Okay, ready," her mother nodded.

Melissa gave a little tug and, aided by a rectal push by her mother, pulled her hand free. As she suspected, a few large dollops of loose, wet shit plopped down onto the tub floor. The air filled with a reeking musky scent.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry, you guys," their mother apologized. "This part can't be pleasant for you."

"Hey, no worries, Mom," Melissa laughed reassuringly. "This is easy in here," and she matched actions to words by pushing the turds to the drain and pushing them down until they were gone. "You might as well get rid of anything left while we're here," she advised her mother. "That way we can all clean up before we get out."

"Oh, Jesus," her mother swore, "This is so embarrassing, but you're right." She parted her legs slightly and frowned in concentration. In seconds, several more brown, stinking piles accumulated on the floor of the tub, which Keith and Melissa laughingly shoved into the drain.

"All done?" Melissa asked brightly, trying to ease her mother's discomfiture.

"Yeah, yeah, I think so," Margaret shook her head. "If this is how each morning is going to start, we're going to have to set the alarm earlier." Both children groaned in mock complaint.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," their mother said ruefully. "We'll have to talk more about what all this means to our daily life. But now," she said in a matter-of-fact voice, "You're right – let's get cleaned up and get out of her."

They quickly finished scrubbing and shut off the now tepid shower, stepping out and helping to towel each other off.

"Here's one advantage of us all fucking each other," Melissa spoke up with a grin, "We don't have to wait to take turns in the bathroom."

"You're right," Margaret laughed, "We don't even have to wait for turns at the toilet. If I'm sitting on it, Keith can just come in and pee on me."

"God, Mom, you're insatiable!" Melissa giggled, not sure if she was aroused or appalled.

"Anything wrong with that?" their mother asked under raised eyebrows.

"Not at all," Keith hastened to add, and Melissa nodded in agreement.

"All right then," Margaret went on, now all business. "Keith, since Melissa and I both need to dry our hair, would you mind getting the cereal and milk out for our breakfast. We're on a timer now."

"Sure, Mom," Keith agreed. "Do you want coffee?"

"Yes, please, but we've only got time for instant," she grimaced.

Keith departed, and Melissa and her mother took turns with the hairdryer, then went to their respective bedrooms to dress. They emerged at the same time and headed down the stairs. Margaret glanced behind her to smile at her daughter and suddenly stopped.

"Melissa," she said slowly, "Are you not wearing any underwear?"

"Uh, no," Melissa shrugged nonchalantly, adding with a grin, "It feels really sexy to be exposed like that."

"God, sweetie!" her mother exploded, "Have you not understood anything I've been saying about how we all need to behave outside the house? You're going to school today! What do you think is going to happen when you undress for gym class? Do you think no one else is going to notice? Do you think no one would say anything or ask questions? Good God, girl! I remember what seventh-grade girls are like even if you don't!"

"Uh, sorry, Mom," Melissa said in a cowed voice, "I didn't think it was any big deal."

"I know you didn't," Margaret shook her head, "And that's what I'm most upset about. Do you remember what we talked about last night? That outside our house – and, I guess, Stephanie's – you have got to be nothing but a sweet, innocent twelve-year-old girl. If anyone outside our family gets the least bit suspicious that you even know more about sex than other girls your age, let alone that you're practicing it, they're going to start asking all kinds of questions...questions you really, really don't want to try to answer. Do you remember any of that?" She pierced her daughter with an intense gaze.

"Uh, yeah, I get it, Mom," Melissa mumbled, clearly embarrassed by her lapse, "I-I'll go take care of it," turning to head back up the stairs.

"I'm really sorry, love," Margaret called up, "I don't want to have to get on your case about it, and I get that you're really excited at your new sex life. I am too," she added more softly before continuing, "But we've all just got to be so careful not to draw any attention to ourselves about anything regarding the subject of sex."

"Yes, mother," Melissa spoke loudly from within her bedroom. "I do understand, and I'm sorry."

"Okay, then we don't need to say anything more. I'll see you downstairs," and she continued down into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Melissa entered the kitchen. Her mother gave her a quick glance and nodded, then seated herself across from Keith at the table. Melissa joined them, and the three of them concentrated on their breakfast for several minutes.

As Melissa was finishing her meal, there was a knock at the front door. Thinking it might be the Muller children, Melissa said, "Oh, that's probably Brad and Stephanie. Brad said they'd come by to walk to school. I'll get it," and went to the door.

She was surprised to see it was just Brad. "Uh, hi!" she said, "Where's Stephanie?"

Brad's face fell. "Jeez, I'd hoped you'd be glad to see me," he said petulantly.

Melissa sighed inwardly and stepped forward to plant a long, wet kiss on his lips, her tongue teasingly writhing inside his mouth. After a moment, she broke off and said sweetly, "Of course I'm glad to see you, Brad!"

He looked somewhat stunned by her kiss, but grinned widely, "I'm really glad to see you too!"

"But where is your sister?" Melissa persisted, "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, kind of," Brad said with a small frown. "She's sick, but neither she or Dad would say what she's got. Dad's letting her stay home today, though. She did ask me to ask you to get her homework assignments from your classes today for her."

"Oh. Oh, okay," Melissa answered, puzzled. "If she's worried about her homework she can't be too sick."

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too," Brad agreed.

"So, um, I'm running a little late this morning. Can you wait a couple?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah, sure. I'd still like you to walk with me to school, you know?" he blurted, his cheeks turning red.

"How nice! I'd love to," Melissa answered, a warm glow spreading through her. "You mean, like I'm actually your girlfriend?" she teased.

"Uh, yeah!" he nodded vigorously; then looked worried. "I mean, if you still want to be."

"I do, Brad, I do," she smiled, pulling him into a close embrace and whispering in his ear, "And I always will be as long as you understand and are cool with not being my only lover."

"Yeah, I get it," Brad said, somewhat resignedly.

"Oh, cheer up, boyfriend," Melissa said with a meaningful look, "First, I haven't forgotten my promise to fuck you silly after school today!" Brad brightened instantly. "And," Melissa continued, "Any time we're in public, you know, school, dances, whatever, you're my boyfriend, and that's all anyone else will see or needs to know. So are we cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool," Brad agreed, greatly mollified.

"Hey," Melissa's mother's voice broke in from within the house, "What's going on? You've got to get a move on or you're going to be late!"

"Oh, shit!" Melissa muttered. Turning to Brad, she asked, "Do you want to come in for a minute? I just need to take care of a couple of things and get my stuff."

"Sure," he said, with a glance at his watch. "But don't be too long."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she shook her head. "Mom!" she called out loudly, "It's Brad. He's coming in to wait while I finish getting ready."

"Hi, Brad," Margaret greeted the boy as they entered the kitchen. "Can I fix you any breakfast?"

"Uh, no, thanks. I already ate," he said politely.

Melissa said she'd be back in a minute and hurried upstairs, leaving Margaret and Brad alone in the kitchen. Margaret noticed that the eighth-grader was eyeing her body in a way that was anything but innocent. Feeling her crotch start to moisten under his ravishing gaze, she returned his frank appraisal. "Like what you see?" she murmured at last.

"Uh, yeah, I mean, gosh, I'm sorry," he mumbled, nonplussed. "I'm sorry I was staring."

"No apology necessary," Margaret laughed. "The day I get tired of a handsome boy looking at me like that, it will be because I'm dead." She unconsciously shifted her shoulders back to lift her pendulous breasts higher. She felt her level of arousal growing and began picturing in her mind what it was going to be like when her daughter fucked this boy later today. She resisted the urge to begin fingering her own cunt. "It's nice to be appreciated," she said softly.

At that moment, Melissa re-entered the room and glanced sharply at her mother and her boyfriend, sure something had been going on, but not sure what. At last, she announced, "Okay, I'm ready, Brad. Bye, Mom!" She stepped over to give the woman a chaste kiss on the cheek, but then couldn't resist flicking her mother's face with her tongue. Her mother laughed and surreptitiously moved her hand between them where Brad couldn't see and quickly teased Melissa's nipple, forcing her to stifle a gasp.

"Brad, would you excuse us for a second?" Margaret asked, "There's something I need to talk to Melissa about."

"Uh, sure," he said, confusion playing across his face. "I'll, um, I'll be right outside." The boy went back out the door.

"No, it's not what you think, you horny lady, though I would dearly love another round with you," Melissa's mother said with a dry chuckle, seeing the aroused and expectant look on her daughter's face. She stepped across the kitchen to her purse and returned with something which she placed in her daughter's hand. Melissa opened her hand, followed by a sharp intake of her breath.

It was a key.

"Mom!" the twelve-year-old cried, "Is this...?"

"Yes, love, it's your own house key," her mother nodded with an indulgent smile. "I actually had it made Saturday after you'd asked me for one. Yes, I know we had a deal," she grimaced, "But, well, as you may have noticed, a lot has changed since then. It seemed more than a little hypocritical for me to consider you old enough to be my lover and not old enough to be trusted with a house key, you know?" she added, somewhat sheepishly.

"Oh, Mom! Thank you! Thank you so much," Melissa cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, kissing the older woman all over her face.

"You're very welcome," her mother said with a pleased smile when she could get a word in, "But I think that's enough kissing right now. We both know how that always ends up," she said with a bit of a leer, "And Brad's waiting for you, besides."

"See you tonight, Mom," Melissa laughed as she turned to head out the door. "Love you!"

"I love you, too, sweetie," Margaret called. "You two behave yourselves at school today and have fun afterwards."

"Oh, we will, Mom," Melissa replied as they left through the front door.

Once they were out on the sidewalk, Brad took Melissa's hand, and she squeezed it affectionately. It felt good to walk out in public with a real boyfriend. She found herself looking forward to the day.

"What did your mom mean, `Have fun afterwards'? Does she know about, uh, you know, you and me this afternoon?" Brad asked after they had walked several minutes chatting about nothing in particular.

"Uh, yeah, she does," Melissa admitted. "I don't keep many secrets from her. Are you okay with that?"

"Wow!" he breathed in amazement, "Yeah, I guess I don't mind if she doesn't. She's really okay with it?"

Melissa snorted, "Are you kidding? She's totally turned on by it! And she's okay with it as long as I tell her all about it afterwards." She gave Brad a sidelong glance. "We're lucky she didn't take off work today so she could join in. She can't wait to try you out. I had to insist that I have you first. So, yeah. She's definitely okay with it."

"Christ!" Brad swore, thunderstruck. "And – and you're okay with that? Really?"

She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Really. One thing I learned last weekend was how totally cool my mom is. We can talk about anything, anything sexual, anything at all. I know what she likes and she knows what I like."

"Uh, okay," Brad responded, his face reflecting confusion. "So, um, what do you like?"

"Oh, let's just say that Mom and I share a lot of the same tastes. So if you find something I like, you can be pretty sure she'll like it, too," Melissa grinned mysteriously.

"So what do you like?" the boy persisted.

"Oh, you already know some of the things," she answered with a glance at Brad. "You know I like my nipples pinched and bit when I'm coming. You know I like sex with girls as well as boys. And you know I really, really like sex, as much and as often as I can have it." She shrugged. "As for the rest, well, we'll just have fun learning together, won't we?"

"Damn," Brad whispered. "This kind of talk is making me want you now."

Melissa glanced down at Brad's crotch and giggled at the sight of the prominent bulge at the front of his jeans. "Well, you're just going to have to wait, and work up a great big load of come that you can squirt into my pussy later."

Brad groaned, and the bulge in his pants visibly twitched.

Melissa relented. "Okay, enough talk like that. We can't have you walking into school looking like that, can we? And you know," she went on more seriously, "All this sex stuff we're doing? You can't tell anyone else about it. Not your friends, not anyone outside your family and mine. It has to be our secret."

Brad looked skeptical.

"I'm serious!" Melissa said severely. "Our folks could get in trouble big time if anyone found out that they knew what we were doing and let it happen. Let alone if they join in," she added with a meaningful glance.

"Wait – you mean that you and my dad..." he trailed off looking semi-appalled.

"Well, I was actually thinking about you and my mom," she lied, "But now that you mention it, why not? I mean, you don't seem to have any problem with the idea of fucking my mom, you know? So what's the difference, assuming he wants to, too?"

"I – wow! I guess you're – I don't know," Brad mumbled, nonplussed.

"Relax, baby," Melissa laughed, enjoying his discomfiture, "You're still next on my list. I'm just saying, I'm cool with you fucking my mom, and I know that Stephanie and my brother are interested in each other, so I kind of figured something might happen there when we stay with you guys next week. So who knows? But I need to know you'd be cool with it, too, in case it does happen sometime."

"I – shit – I need to think about that a bit," Brad said, his eyes wide.

"Well, think away, but don't take too long," Melissa warned, though her eyes were smiling. "I told you, that was the deal. You can have me as much as you want, but you're going to have to share. And," she pointed out, "That goes both ways. I have no problem at all with you fucking my mother, or Stephanie, or anyone else. As long as you don't try to keep it a secret from me. Okay?"

"You're serious? About my sister, I mean," Brad said, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "But she's your lover!"

"Yeah? So are you," Melissa countered, "At least you will be before this evening if I have my way about it." She grinned. "So that's the deal. I plan to have sex with everyone in your family – and mine – that I can, but I promise I'll always tell you about it, and let you join in whenever you want. Mostly." She paused.

"Mostly?" Brad asked.

Melissa glanced at him. "Yeah, mostly. There's gonna' be times when I just want to spend some time with somebody else, just like there's gonna' be times I just want to spend with you. So I'll never tell you `no', but there'll be some times I tell you `not now'. Okay? Can you deal with that?"

Brad pondered. "Yeah, I think so."

"Well, you've got till we get back to your place this afternoon to be sure," Melissa said with a warm but firm glance. "If you don't think you can do that and be my boyfriend that way, then just say so, and I'll understand. I'll be sad, `cause I really like you and really want you, but I'll understand, and I'll just be your friend."

"Okay," Brad nodded, "I – I want that, too."

Melissa smiled and leaned over, planting a big, wet kiss on his lips. "That's my baby," she purred.

By now they were approaching the school steps. Several other students had observed their kiss and the fact that they were holding hands. No one said anything other than `hi', but Melissa was interested to see that some of the kids greeting them were ones who wouldn't have given her the time of day the previous week. Apparently with the addition of an acknowledged eighth-grade boyfriend, her social status had changed.

They entered the building and accompanied each other to their respective lockers, then stood together in the hallway, holding hands as they waited for the bell.

Once they were somewhat alone, Brad gave Melissa a searching glance. "You said you wanted to, um, you know, with your family, too. Did you? I mean, have you...?"

Melissa gave him a warning glance. "I'll tell you anything you want to know, baby, but not here. Not anywhere in public. Like I said, while we're in school, you're my boyfriend and my only love, but we're still in junior high, so we have to act like it. If people think we're already having sex, they're going to start asking too many questions." Melissa bit her lip, realizing she was now sounding like her mother. But despite her initial resentment, Melissa also had to admit that what her mother had said made sense. "So while we're in school, or anywhere else in public, we don't do anything more than hold hands."

Brad looked so mournful that Melissa had to laugh, "Well, maybe a quick kiss when there aren't too many people watching. Especially," she added with a furtive glance around, "Not if Mrs. Gunderson is anywhere around! She already hates us!"

Brad laughed. "No shit," he agreed.

Just then, the school bell rang with the first warning for class. Melissa gave Brad a quick peck on the lips. "See you at break?" she queried.

"Yup," he nodded eagerly, and they parted.

 

The rest of the morning dragged on for Melissa. Even though she had done all her homework, she found it very hard to stay focused in class. Her mind kept playing scenes from the totally wanton, obscene activities she'd shared with her mother and brother the previous night, mixed with anticipation of seeing Stephanie again and taking Brad's cock deep inside her pussy and feeling him shoot his load of semen into her. By the time lunchtime rolled around, she was already so horny that it was all she could do to restrain herself when she saw Brad and they moved to sit together in the lunchroom.

Brad apparently felt the same way, because he kept making small movements like he was going to fondle her breasts or slide his hand between her legs, only to quickly stop himself and return his hands to his meal. Melissa laughed in sympathy, leaning in to whisper, "Not too much longer, baby. Just hang on. And," she added teasingly, "No ducking into the boy's room to jerk off!"

Brad spluttered and Melissa giggled, pleased that she could shock him. "I would never – I – jeez!" he protested.

"Good," nodded Melissa, "Because you're all mine today."

A silly grin spread across Brad's face that stayed there even when several of his friends gathered around them to tease him about naturally going for the girl with the biggest tits since he was such a boob man. Melissa bore it for a while, finally observing tartly, "You're not telling me anything I don't know," which quickly shut them up, and they drifted away at last.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Brad whispered after they'd left.

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone. They wouldn't believe you, anyway," Melissa smiled sanguinely.

"See you after class," Brad murmured with a leer.

"And after that, you'll see a lot more of me," she grinned, patting his cheek.

 

By the time the final bell of the school day rang and Melissa found Brad by his locker, he was almost bouncing with eagerness. She cautioned him, "You know, your sister is sick, remember? I will have to spend some time with her, making sure she's okay before we, well, get down to business."

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Brad said with a mournful look.

"Oh, don't look at me like a whipped puppy," Melissa snorted, shaking her head, "I won't forget about you, I promise." They headed out of the building, holding hands once more.

As soon as the couple had walked down the street and out of sight of the school, Melissa suddenly turned to Brad, grabbed his head in her hands, and gave him a long, passionate kiss, her tongue slithering lewdly in and out of his mouth. After a startled moment, Brad reciprocated eagerly, and they held the kiss for several long moments.

But when Brad's hands started drifting downwards to caress her plump ass, Melissa quickly broke away. "That, we can't do in public," she warned, then smiled at him, "Thanks! I've been wanting to do that all day!"

"I've been wanting to do a lot more than that," Brad offered with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, well, me too," Melissa grinned, "But that was as much as we can get away with in public, and even that much has to be off school grounds," she noted, her face growing serious.

"Yeah, I know," Brad grumbled, "But I don't have to like it."

"No, you don't, as long as you still remember it," she answered, giving him an intent glance. "Besides," she added in a low voice, "I'll do my best to make it worth your while."

"All right," Brad said, his voice growing tight with lust.

They walked the rest of the way to Brad and Stephanie's house in relative silence, each thoughtful. But as they neared the front door, Melissa asked, "Did you do your piano practice yet today?"

"Uh, no," Brad answered, puzzled. "What's that got to do with...?"

"I was just thinking that since I need to spend some time with your sister, if you got that out of the way, then I'd be ready for you afterwards," she said in a practical tone. "Besides," she added with a giggle, "Maybe that will distract you enough that you can wait."

"God, what a deal," Brad said sardonically, "I have to wait for you, and I have to do my piano practice."

"Suffering is good for the soul," intoned Melissa, her eyes twinkling. "Besides," she added in a mischievous voice, "That way I'll know you're not jerking off."

"I wouldn't!" spluttered Brad, outraged, as he unlocked the front door.

"That's good, lover," Melissa said too sweetly. She followed Brad into the house. "I'll come find you when I'm ready, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Brad grumbled, but he smiled to show he wasn't really upset.

"See you soon, then," Melissa cooed, and she stepped close to Brad long enough to give his crotch a brief caress. "Keep this guy warmed up for me."

"Wait," Brad said, "I thought you said you didn't want me to, uh, you know..."

"No, silly, I definitely don't want you to jerk off," she said, slightly exasperated, "I just meant I hope you're ready for me when I'm ready for you."

"Oh. Oh, okay, you bet," said Brad, a grin spreading hugely across his face.

Melissa gestured with her chin towards the living room. "The piano?" she suggested.

Brad laughed and turned away. Melissa trod softly up the stairs, reluctant to wake Stephanie unnecessarily, then laughed at how ridiculous she was being since she'd just basically commanded Brad to start practicing the piano. Sure enough, the sounds of piano scales were already resounding through the house. Ceasing to worry about being quiet, Melissa climbed the rest of the stairs and pushed at the door to Stephanie's room, which was slightly ajar.

She found Stephanie sitting up in bed, looking a bit wan but smiling. "Hi, you," she greeted, "I heard the front door opening and I hoped it was you."

"It's me," Melissa said with a warm smile, and bent over to kiss her friend, a kiss that quickly melted into a passionate, tongue-filled embrace as she sort of collapsed onto the bed beside Stephanie.

"Whew!" Melissa exclaimed once she caught her breath, "You don't seem too sick. What's going on?"

"It's – um, I don't know. It's just that-" Stephanie hesitated.

"God's sake, Stephanie, what is it?" Melissa said with a concerned frown, "I wasn't worried a minute ago. Now I am!"

By way of demonstration, Stephanie pulled away the covering bedclothes to reveal her slim but completely naked body. Melissa smiled at the sight, but then noticed a bath towel spread beneath the dark-haired girl's buttocks and thighs. "It's just that since, well, since my dad and I, uh..."

"Fucked?" prompted Melissa impatiently.

"Yeah, that," Stephanie nodded. She spread her legs and gestured between them, where a dark red stain appeared. "Since then, I can't stop bleeding. It's not a lot, but it keeps coming. And my insides hurt. I'm – I'm worried that maybe he was too big for me after all and he hurt me inside. Dad's worried too," she added, "And he was already feeling guilty about `taking advantage of me'. Like I didn't have to practically rape him to get him to do it in the first place!" she snorted, a wistful glow on her face for a moment at the memory. "Anyway," Stephanie continued, "We didn't think anything about it last night because, well, you know, that's kinda' what's supposed to happen the first time..."

"Not for me," Melissa blurted out before she could stop herself.

"Oh, really?" Stephanie sounded intrigued. "Sounds like you've got some things to tell me, too."

"Yeah, I really do," the redhead nodded with a grin, "But later. You were saying about what your dad thought?" she prompted.

"Yeah, well, like I said, neither of us thought it was a big deal last night. But when it kept up this morning, he was worried, especially when I told him my insides hurt, too. He kept saying it might just be my first period-"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too," Melissa interrupted.

"But how would I know?" Stephanie protested. "I've never had one before. Anyway, since it wasn't bleeding all that much, Dad just set me up here with this towel and said we'll just see how it goes. I think," she added in a lower voice, "He doesn't want me to go to the doctor unless it's really serious, in case they can somehow, you know, tell what he did."

Melissa nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I can see that. I'm really sorry you're feeling so bad, and I understand why you're worried." She brightened with an idea. "How about if I tell my mom? She'll know what to do!"

"What??" Stephanie gasped, appalled. "She can't know about me and my dad!"

"No, I didn't mean that," Melissa said quickly, "Though really, she'd be in no position to object, since she's fucking her son, too, in addition to her daughter."

"Oh, God, that's right! I totally forgot about that!" Stephanie's eyes gleamed with interest.

"So, yeah," confirmed her friend with a meaningful glance. "My mom turns out to be totally cool with stuff like that. Heck, she's such a kinky pervert, the whole idea would probably turn her on. But," she continued, sobering, "I guess your dad wouldn't be quite so cool about her knowing, so we won't tell her what really happened." Stephanie relaxed and nodded her agreement.

Melissa paused for a moment, thinking. "I've got it!" she announced suddenly, "Your dad's cock isn't the only thing that's been inside your pussy lately. How about if I take all the blame with my mom and tell her that I may have been a bit, you know, enthusiastic playing with you and that little toy I brought? That would give a reason to go see the doctor if you need to that won't get your dad in trouble."

"Oh, would you?" squealed Stephanie, delighted with the idea. "You're just the best! I'll clue my dad in, too, so he can play along."

"Right, so that's settled," Melissa said with an emphatic grin. Her expression turned tender. "But are you really feeling okay? I mean, I promised Brad I'd take his virginity this afternoon, but I was kind of hoping to get some good loving with you in first," she added suggestively.

"Oh, God, my love, I'm not that sick," Stephanie assured her, her eyes turning smoky. "How `bout you get out of those ridiculous clothes and get in bed with me. If you don't mind getting your fingers a little bloody, I really, really need to feel your touch!"

"Wait – you think my clothes are ridiculous?" Melissa said, mildly outraged.

"No, dummy, but the fact that you're still wearing them is," Stephanie sniggered. "And we can tell each other everything that's happened while we make each other come. I can't wait to hear about what's happened to you since yesterday!"

"No kidding," Melissa agreed as she quickly shrugged and tugged her clothing off, practically leaping into the bed to press her plump, nude flesh against Stephanie's skin. "Hmmm," she sighed with contentment as her fingers eagerly sought out the slim girl's velvety pussy folds, "I've really missed you."

"Oh!" Stephanie's body jerked as Melissa's fingers made contact with her clitoris. "God! That feels so good. I've been playing with myself all day, since I didn't have anything else to do, but it's so much better when you touch me." Stephanie rolled to her side to allow Melissa's fingers easier access to her crotch, and at the same time began worming her own fingers into Melissa's pussy.

"Hoh! Yesss," Melissa purred, "That's what I needed. Now spill," she commanded. "You first. I want to hear all about how you raped your poor defenseless father!"

"God! It really wasn't so much rape as a God-damned soap opera!" Stephanie muttered, and, between increasingly frequent gasps and moans, described the way she'd finally lost her virginity to her father. By the time she reached the end of the story, Stephanie was barely coherent.

"So – hunnggghhh! Oh, fuck! By the time he – oh! Finished fucking me – aaaggghhh! Fucking me a second time – shit, yet! God! Oh, God! Oh, God! We ended up – hunnggghhh! Talking about you – haieee! Oh, shit! Oh, God!" Stephanie managed to pant out.

"About me? Hunggghhh! What did you – oh, baby, yes! I'm almost there! Hoh! Hoh! God! What did you say about me? Haggghhh! Oh, God, Steph, harder! Shit! Touch me harder! Fuck my cunt, you bitch! God, I love you so much. What did you say? Haaagggghhhhh!" Melissa cried, the incipient orgasm already starting to launch from between her legs.

"I- I- I- aiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" Stephanie squealed, and then her body was jerking and flailing as her climax overwhelmed her, making her writhe and shriek.

Melissa was right behind her, and for several long moments, the two young lesbian lovers simply shuddered and yelled and screamed and then held each other, gasping. They lay there, luxuriating in their orgasmic afterglow as the sounds of Brad's piano playing filtered through the door.

"So," Melissa turned and murmured at last in Stephanie's ear, "I want to know what you and your dad were saying about me."

Stephanie turned as well to face her young lover. "And I'll tell you, but first it's your turn to tell me all about what happened to you. It sounds like you're not a virgin anymore, either." Stephanie punctuated her comment with slow, sensuous circles with her finger around Melissa's right nipple, making it stiffen instantly.

"Mmmm, that feels so nice, lover," Melissa purred.

"And I guess that Keith was the lucky guy, since you already told me Brad couldn't do the job?" Stephanie prompted. "So why don't you start with what did happen with you and Brad, and tell me the whole story from there?" Stephanie continued teasing Melissa's nipple with one hand but wormed the other one between her friend's plump thighs and began to softly probe the moist crevice of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, God," moaned Melissa. "Okay, I'll try, but shit, Steph, it isn't easy to talk when you do that."

"You didn't have any problem making me do it a minute ago," Stephanie said without remorse.

"Okay, okay. Hoh! Shit, I love the way you touch my cunt," the redhead groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, and I love touching your cunt, but quit stalling. Spill it, my love," Stephanie commanded.

So for the next twenty minutes, Melissa recounted everything that had transpired since they parted company the previous afternoon, starting with almost catching her mother and Keith in the act when she and Brad walked into the kitchen, and about how her mother was quite happy to let Brad and her do whatever they wanted for the next three hours as long as it left her more time to fuck Keith.

"God, Mel!" Stephanie giggled, "Your mom sounds like she's as big a sex fiend as the two of us, like she can't ever get enough."

"Yeah, she's definitely our kind of woman," Melissa agreed between gasps of rapidly increasing arousal. "You'll see when you spend the week at our place, for sure," she promised.

"Hmmm, sounds really interesting," cooed Stephanie. "So you and Brad spent three hours in your room and he still didn't manage to fuck you. How is that possible?"

"Mostly because he just got so turned on, he came before we could finish," Melissa sighed, "It wasn't really his fault, though. I mean the first time, he still had his pants on, but he was humping my leg while making me come like crazy, so he came along with me. So that was kinda' cool. And I totally blew his mind by making him give me his underpants and licking his come out of them."

"Wow!" Stephanie giggled, impressed at her friend's audacity, "I wish I could have seen that."

"I do, too, except that if both of us were there, I'll bet he would have come even faster," Melissa noted dryly, "He seems to be almost as turned on by the thought of fucking you as me."

"Hmmm, well, we'll just have to see," Stephanie acknowledged in a husky voice. Melissa smiled as she realized her lover was more than a little turned on by the thought as well.

"So anyway," Melissa continued, and went on to describe how she taught Brad to lick her pussy, and how she had to use her thighs to cover his ears so he wouldn't hear her mother and brother screaming and yelling during their anal sex.

"Shit!" muttered Stephanie, pausing in her lewd stimulation of her plump lover's cunt and breast, "Your mom really took it up her butt?"

"Oh, yeah, big time," Melissa confirmed, "She absolutely loves it. And," she added with a mischievous grin, "It turns out, so do I."

"No!!" Stephanie's face registered genuine shock and amazement, "Really? Oh, I have got to hear about this!"

"All in good time," Melissa promised, "There's lots more that happened before that."

So the redhead continued her tale, relating how she'd almost given it up to Brad on her front porch before being interrupted by the passing car's headlights, which made Stephanie guffaw, and continuing with how her mother had `consoled' her for not getting fucked by Brad, and how Keith had walked in on them, bringing the whole family's sexual doings out in the open at last.

"So that's when Keith finally got inside you?" Stephanie asked, somewhat breathlessly. The erotic tale was beginning to turn her on considerably and she began to press her own freely oozing pussy up against Melissa's fleshy thigh.

"Yep, and it was just perfect," Melissa sighed. "He came really fast, but it didn't matter because I was so totally ready that I came in about twenty seconds, too, and my mom just held me in her arms and loved us both. It was –" Melissa sniffed, overcome with emotion at the memory, "It was just the best it possibly could be."

"Yeah, I can see how it would be really special," Stephanie whispered warmly, "I'm glad it was so good when it finally happened. And you said it didn't hurt?"

"No, not at all," Melissa shook her head, "But then I didn't think it would, seeing as how I'd already managed to fit all kinds of things in there, from a full bar of soap to my mom's gigantic black dildo." She shrugged, "Mom just says that somewhere along the line, my hymen got broken, and she's glad because it meant my first time could be completely pleasurable. And it sure was," her face softening at the memory.

"So, that's really cool," Stephanie murmured, grinding her crotch relentlessly into Melissa's thigh. Melissa finally took pity on her and began to finger her friend's drenched twat, causing Stephanie to moan with relief and pleasure. "And was that when you decided to try getting fucked in the ass, too?"

"Almost," Melissa nodded, continuing her story, telling how her mom had insisted on licking the come out of her pussy, and then telling Keith to lick it next after she had him get the baby oil and get her mother's pussy and ass all slick so Melissa could push her entire hands up inside.

"What?!!!" Stephanie cried, uncertain whether to be amazed or aghast, "You really did? You got your whole hand up inside her pussy?"

"And the other one completely up inside her butt," Melissa nodded, still barely believing it herself.

"God, didn't that hurt?" Stephanie asked, clearly imagining what such abuse might feel like.

"Yeah – hoh! God! Yeah, keep doing that, Steph!" Melissa groaned as her friend, now highly aroused, increased the intensity of her manipulation of her clitoris. "Yeah, she admitted it did, especially at first, but – hoh! Shit! She said it hurt in a good way, and- ohhhh! God, I can't keep talking much more, Steph!"

Stephanie relented and eased off on the speed and pressure of her finger-fucking. She was eager to hear the end of the story.

"Ohh, okay, thanks" Melissa nodded gratefully, "She said she loved the feeling of being all filled up."

Melissa continued her story then, telling how watching her make her mother come so hard while being fisted had turned Keith on enough to get hard again, and how her mother talked her into trying anal sex.

"And you liked it?" Stephanie marveled.

"Yeah, yeah, I did," Melissa nodded, "Enough to want to do it again. I don't think I like it better than being fucked in my pussy or having you lick me, but it's nice to know that if I guy wants to try it, I won't have a problem with it."

"Interesting," Stephanie panted, "You'll have to tell me more later. But what else happened? Was that it?"

"No, there's more," promised Melissa, and she went on to tell about making her mom come so hard that not only did she pass out but actually shit in the bed (which made Stephanie's nose wrinkle with disgust) and how she and Keith cleaned it all up, and how their mother had made them promise to pee only in the bed, not the toilet and how that led Melissa to suck Keith's cock while he peed into her mouth and then she sucked him until he came one last time.

"So- oh! God! You're making me- hunnngghh! So fucking hot!" Melissa groaned, "That's everything I- unnnggghhh! Did last night. Shit! God! So Keith took my- oh God! Oh, God! My virginity in all three holes!"

"Wow," Stephanie breathed, "That is totally amazing. Hmmm, that feels really nice," she moaned in response to Melissa's fingers that were now probing deep inside her friend's cunt hole. "Keep doing that!"

"Hoh! Ho-hokay – hungghhh! God, Steph, I'm really close now. Shit! Hungghhh! Hungghhh! Oh, shit! Steph, you- hoh! You're doing it! You're making me come! Haaaaghhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God oh God oh God oh God – haaaiiieeeee!" the redhead keened as another orgasm washed over her, leaving her shuddering and writhing helplessly.

After a couple of minutes, Melissa's climax finally subsided and she collapsed onto her back beside Stephanie. "Whew!" she exhaled, "That was awesome!"

"I'm glad," Stephanie whispered, and she snuggled up next to Melissa with a happy sigh. "Hey! I just realized that I don't hurt inside anymore. If you making me come is the secret to pain relief, I may have to get a doctor's prescription so I can have you do that all the time."

"As much as you want, my sweet love," Melissa whispered.

Just then, they heard a soft knock at the door and Brad's voice asking hesitantly, "Can I come in now?"

Melissa glanced quickly at Stephanie, who nodded vigorously with a big grin, so Melissa called out, "You sure can!"

The door opened and Brad came into the room. The first thing Melissa noticed was that the front of his jeans was bulging hugely, almost threatening to burst the cloth. Melissa gestured with her chin and her gaze at the boy's crotch and observed, "Wow! Looks like you were listening at the door for a while, huh?"

Brad reddened. "Uh, yeah. I mean, I hope that's okay. I didn't want to just come in without asking and, well, I wasn't sure you would have heard me earlier." He shuffled his feet nervously.

"Relax, Brad, it's fine," Melissa reassured him before frowning in consternation. "Uh, just how much did you hear?" thinking of all that she had been confessing to Stephanie.

Brad gave her a tight smile. "Yeah, well, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you were pretty loud. So I guess your brother turned out to be your first, um, you know..." he trailed off with a dejected expression.

"My first fuck, you mean?" Melissa asked teasingly, then gentled her voice, "Yes, he was, and even though it didn't work out for the two of us yesterday, I'm not sorry. But if you're ready to make up for lost time now, I sure am. Oh, pull yourself together, Brad," Melissa chided when Brad's forlorn expression failed to clear. "Look – I was ready to have sex for the first time. Period. Like, I mean, really, really ready. So this may not make any sense, but while I'm sorry it wasn't you, I'm not sorry it was Keith, either. I love both of you and I want to make love to you both – not to mention your sister – as often as I can. So if you are ready to stop moping, then you can get in this bed and fuck me right now, okay?"

Brad's face brightened a bit, and Melissa was amused to see that his erection hadn't flagged one bit. "Yeah, okay," he nodded with a weak grin.

"Great!" Melissa acknowledged. "How about if I take a minute to wash up a bit while you get undressed and get into bed?" She glanced over at Stephanie. "That okay with you?"

"Uh, sure," the dark-haired girl nodded with a droll expression.

"Then I'll be right back," Melissa promised and headed for the door. She looked back as she reached the door and saw Brad staring at her open-mouthed. "What?" she asked innocently.

"Uh, you're just going out in the hall nude?" the boy asked. "What if my dad came home?"

"Well, first," the redhead answered with a wry grin, "He'd get a nice treat, wouldn't he?" Brad goggled. "And second," she went on, "You'd better hope he doesn't, because it might mean we'd have to postpone our first fuck again, huh?" And she whirled and padded down the hall without waiting to see Brad's reaction, though she was grinning broadly at her own wanton behavior.

She took her time in the bathroom, wanting to give Brad plenty of opportunity to get relaxed and ready in his sister's bed. But even as accustomed to Stephanie's boldness she was becoming, Melissa was startled to behold the sight that awaited her when she returned to her lesbian lover's bedroom. Brad was lying on his back, a blissful expression on his face, while his sister was leaning over him and sucking his cock with apparent eagerness.

"Holy shit!" Melissa swore, adding, "That looks so amazing and hot! What do you think, Brad? Is Stephanie a great cock-sucker or what?"

"Ohhhh, God! She's great," Brad nodded vehemently.

"Well, I think so," the plump redhead agreed whole-heartedly. "Thanks for getting him ready for me, Steph," she commented, noticing that Brad's dick was completely stiff and glistening from his sister's saliva. "I have to say you've truly impressed me this time, my love." She moved over to the bed and climbed on, straddling Brad.

Stephanie wriggled aside a bit to accommodate Melissa, commenting, "You're welcome. And don't look so surprised, lover. You know how much I love trying new things."

"Yes, you sure do," Melissa nodded with a secret smile at the dark-haired girl as she positioned her cunt directly over Brad's swollen prick. "How did you like sucking your brother?"

"I like it," Stephanie giggled. "I might even like doing it regularly. After we get this main event over with, anyway." Brad shot her an amazed grin. "Hey," she said to Melissa, putting out a hand to halt her friend's descent onto Brad's waiting prick, "Hold on a minute – here, raise back up a sec' – I want to do something," she directed.

Melissa readily complied, having an inkling of what her lover intended. Sure enough, Stephanie leaned far over her brother and plunged her face into Melissa's crotch, licking the redhead's cunt noisily. When she finally removed her head again, her chin and cheeks shiny with cunt juice and saliva, Stephanie said with satisfaction, "There! Now you're all ready."

"Uh, thanks, Steph," Melissa replied in an amused tone. "Not that I ever object to you licking my pussy, but I really was pretty wet already."

Stephanie shrugged unrepentantly and flopped back down on the bed, snuggling up close to her brother and draping an arm across his chest. She reached down and grasped Brad's extremely stiff prick, commenting, "Oh, Mel, I don't think he's going to last very long. He feels like he's ready to shoot already." She helpfully pointed his member upwards, guiding into Melissa's lowering cunt hole.

Melissa sighed with pleasure as she felt Brad enter her and he emitted a soft groan. She lowered herself swiftly the rest of the way, burying Brad's cock deeply into her oozing cunt hole. "Ohhh, that feels so nice, Brad," she told him in a smoky voice. "And don't pay any attention to your sister. I know you're going to come fast – I was the one who told you not to jerk off any since yesterday. I just want you to enjoy yourself and fill me up with your come. Once you've done that, you'll be ready for a longer fuck in a bit, okay?"

"Hunnghhh!" he grunted, "O-okay. God, I can't believe how good this feels! I had no idea – it's just perfect, like I was made to be inside you."

"That's because you were, silly," Melissa giggled as she began to begin a slow rhythm, rocking back and forth and forcing his prick to slide in and out of her. "After all, I'm your girlfriend, so of course you're supposed to fuck me – as much as you want!" she said hoarsely. The sensations on her own sensitive pussy were already beginning to register and Melissa felt stirrings deep within her that let her know she would probably climax quickly as well.

Stephanie watched the two with eyes that glittered with rising lust. She scooted her body further up on the bed to make her small, pert breasts even with her brother's face. "Here, Bro'. Help me out, too, wouldja? Suck on my tits and play with my cunt, OK? I want to come with you both if I can."

"Uh, sure," Brad said with a somewhat stunned expression on his face. "Are you sure I won't hurt you? It looked like you're bleeding down there." He began to automatically raise his hips in time to meet Melissa's down strokes, earning him an approving grin from the plump, pubescent girl atop him.

"Naw, it actually doesn't hurt now, thanks to the way our favorite redhead made me come a few times." She smiled lovingly up at Melissa before returning her face to her brother. "So go for it, Brad. Fuck my cunt with your fingers and suck my boobs hard. I really need you right now."

With such brazen encouragement, Brad wasted no further time and wormed his hand down between their bodies, wriggling the fingers until he could get them buried in Stephanie's cunt folds. She groaned with pleasure and shifted her body slightly to improve the angle and allow her brother's fingers full access. He quickly found her vaginal opening and stuck a finger in.

"Ohhhh," Stephanie moaned, "That's really nice, Brad. But I can take more fingers than that. Keep putting them in until I tell you that's enough, okay? And here," she thrust her left breast impudently into her brother's face. "Suck me. You can even bite the nipple a bit if you want."

Brad grinned, "Yeah, Melissa likes that, too," he noted, proud that he was learning things about pleasing his girlfriend. He experimentally pushed a second finger into his sister's drenched twat.

"Yes, she does," Stephanie nodded. "But right now I need more fingers in my cunt and more lips on my tit!" she commanded.

Brad took the hint and ceased talking, sliding a third finger inside his sister and beginning to enthusiastically suck and lick Stephanie's small, puffy breast.

"Haaggghhh!" Stephanie cried in erotic pleasure as soon as his tongue touched her aroused and sensitive nipple. "Hoh, yeah! And k-keep doing that- oh! Shit! Yes! Just like that with your- hunggghh! Fingers in my cunt. God damn, that feels so good! Hooo! Are you feeling this, Mel? Is he fucking your cunt as good as he's fucking mine?"

"Ohhhh, you bet," Melissa panted. Now that her friend was situated the way she wanted, Melissa began to gradually increase the tempo of her fucking. She realized that by distracting her brother the way she did with her own needs, Stephanie had probably done her a service by prolonging Brad's time inside her, and she realized belatedly that her friend had known exactly what she was doing.

"So- hoh!" Melissa directed her attention to the dark-haired boy thrusting up between her legs. "What do you- hungghhh! What do you think of fucking now? Oh, shit! Yes, baby, keep shoving your cock all the way into me! Ohhhhh! Fuck, that's good!"

Brad pulled his mouth away from Stephanie's breast long enough to grin hugely up at Melissa, his face already developing a glistening sheen of perspiration from his lewd exertions. "Ohhhh, shit, Melissa! I love it! I love it so much. It's just so perfect! Oooh, what did you just do? That felt amazing!"

"I- hooo!" Melissa gasped, "I just squeezed my pussy around you. I'm- ohhhh, God! I'm really glad you- unnngghhh! You liked it!" she grinned, beginning to pant heavily.

"Hey, Bro', less talk, more fuck and suck!" Stephanie whispered loudly in Brad's ear, making both Brad and Melissa giggle breathlessly, but Brad returned to his task as requested.

"Yeah! That's right, brother," Stephanie encouraged. "Hohhhh! Unnnggghhh! Damn, yes! Fuck my cunt, Brad! Fuck it hard. Haaaiiiieeee!" she screamed as Brad bit down on his sister's nipple more firmly. "Ohhhh, shit! Oh, fuck! Keep that up! Aaggghhh! Oh, God, Brad! Another finger! I need more of you inside me! Huunngggh! Hunnggghh!"

Brad's eyebrows rose skeptically but he gamely withdrew the three fingers from his sister's cunt and added the little finger to the bundle, grunting with the effort as he forced his hand slowly into her incredibly stretched vagina.

"Aiiiiieeee! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Stephanie shrieked in response to the brutal intrusion. "Hunggghhh! Hungghhh! I can't- fuck! I can't believe how much- unngghhh! How much that hurts- no, don't you dare pull out, Brad! It hurts so much and I- hoooff! I love it so much. God, Brad! I'm so close now! Shove that hand in me! Fuck me hard! Ohhhhh! Bite me! Hurt my nipple! Bite my tit! Oh, God, Brad! Hunggghhh! Hungggh! Hungghhh! Oh, it's coming! Fuck hard, guys! Fuck hard now! Come with me! Come with meeee! Oh, God! I'm cominggggggggg! Haaaaaaaaaaagghhhhhhh!"

As Stephanie's body began to shudder and convulse orgasmically, Brad pulled his head back and glanced up at Melissa. She looked at him, her face flushed and drenched with sweat and nodded, "I'm there! Do it! Fuck me as hard- ohhhh! As hard and fast as you can! Ohhhhh! Yessss! Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"

She ground her cunt down onto her young lover's pelvic bone, roughly smashing her distended clit against him and burying his shaft as completely as possible inside her. He panted hoarsely, continuing to thrust himself up into her willing pussy harder and faster than he would have believed possible. Brad could feel his balls starting to boil and overflow and shouted, "It's coming, Mel! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming in you! Unngggh! Unngggh! Unnngggghhh!" he grunted heavily with each pulsing convulsion that shot jet after thick, hot jet of pubescent semen deeply into his plump lover's womb.

Melissa was right there with him, her body already starting to tingle and shudder as Brad began to fill her up. "Ohhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cursed as her climax rose and began to overwhelm her senses. "Oh, God! I can feel it! Hunnggghhh! Hunggghhh! Oh, God, Brad! Haaagggghhhhh! You- you're making me- hooffff! Making me come! Come so hard! I- shit! I can feel you, baby! Hoh, yes! Fill me up! Hohhhh, God! Keep shooting your come! Oh, God, Brad! I love your come in me! I- ohhhhhhhh! No! Don't stop! Keep- hunggghhh! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me, Brad! I'm still coming! Ohhhhh, God! I'm coming so hard! Haaaaaiieeeee! Oh, God! I can't- shit! I can't stop- hunnggghh! Baby! I can't stop coming! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! I..."

Suddenly, Melissa's voice ceased and she slumped over in a heap, coming to rest atop both Brad and Stephanie. Her final thought as she was blacking out was, `Don't pee! Don't pee! Please don't pee!"

 

When Melissa opened her eyes again, both Brad and Stephanie's faces were inches from her face, their brows furrowed in concern. "Hi," she greeted them hoarsely, and cleared her throat. "Sorry about fainting again. How long was I out?"

"Just a couple of minutes," Brad said. "Are you really okay?"

"She will be," his sister advised. "This happens with her. Me, too, sometimes, when we come really, really hard and get so we can't stop coming. I think we just sort of hyperventilate. Anyway, give her a few minutes and she'll be fine."

Melissa shot her friend a grateful glance for her understanding, then realized her body was still sprawled across the top of the other two. "Oh, God! I must be squishing you," she said apologetically and moved to roll off them. Both Brad and Stephanie put out their hands to restrain her.

"You're fine," Brad assured her. "Besides, I like the way your body feels on top of me," he grinned lasciviously.

"Hmmm. Okay," Melissa murmured. "I like the way both your bodies feel against mine, too." She looked into Brad's eyes. "So tell me, lover, how was your first fuck?"

"That- that wasn't a `fuck'," he insisted with feeling. "That was making love, and it was a-MAZ-ing!"

"Well, I loved it, too," Melissa assured him, "But there's nothing wrong with people who love each other fucking each other. I don't think there's any difference. Maybe that's because I've never fucked anyone I didn't love." To emphasize her point, she tilted her head toward Brad and kissed him soundly, though she pulled back before it could develop into anything more passionate. She still needed a little time to clear her head. Instead, she turned to her dark-haired girlfriend, "And how about you, Steph? Are you okay?"

Stephanie grimaced ruefully, "I, uh, I have to admit that both my nipple and my cunt are really sore right now. I may have, well, gotten a little carried away."

"That's my Stephanie," Melissa commiserated. She pushed herself more upright and said to Stephanie, "Here my love. Let's have a look at you and see if there's any damage." As her slim friend rolled away onto her back and parted her thighs to allow Melissa easier access, the redhead looked sharply at Brad. "Just how many fingers did you shove into her, buddy?"

"Um, four," he swallowed, reddening. "But she asked for it! You heard her," he protested.

"Holy shit, Stephanie!" Melissa marveled. "Your brother damn near fisted you." She looked back at Brad with a softer expression. "Relax. You're not in trouble, and I heard her ask for it, too. But now you know sometimes her pussy speaks louder than her brain. The next time when she asks for more fingers, just try wriggling the ones you already have inside her. She loves that," she added with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows.

"Mel!" Stephanie objected, "Are you going to tell him all my secrets?"

Melissa pondered the question seriously. "Maybe not all. Not secrets that belong to someone else, too." She paused, and Stephanie nodded in understanding, though her eyes were wide. "But secrets about what turns you on and how to please you? Definitely. Since it appears that Brad is going to be both of our lovers from now on, I love you enough to want to make sure he knows how to make you happy."

Stephanie nodded, and then a wicked grin crossed her face. "Just so you know, Brad, Melissa likes it when you piss on her."

"Steph! That's rude!" Melissa complained, laughing.

"But it is true," Stephanie countered, "And turnabout is fair play."

"Really?" Brad asked.

"Yeah, really," Melissa acknowledged. "We'll talk about it later," she promised dryly. "Right now, I need to see what you did to your poor sister's cunt." She scooted down the bed and off Brad's body to position herself between the dark-haired girl's legs, moving her face down close to Stephanie's vulva and studying it. After a few gentle touches and pushes into and around her friend's private region, she straightened up, announcing, "Well, you are still pretty stretched out, Steph, so you may not want to try that again real soon. But, interestingly enough, you don't seem to be bleeding right now. So I'd say you're going to be okay, though I still think we should have my mom call your dad tonight about it like we talked about."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Stephanie nodded. She glanced over at Brad, whose cock was deflating rapidly but which had several drops of gooey semen emerging from the tip. "Oooh," she cooed, "I see someone whose dick needs sucking," and she scrambled to her knees and bent over her brother's waist. Before she lowered her lips to his flagging member, she flashed Melissa a mischievous smile. "And I do believe you've got a pussy full of come that Brad should be licking."

"Eeew!" Brad whined, "With all my, um, stuff in there?"

"Why not?" his sister asked sweetly. "Don't you think that if you fill her up you should clean her out afterwards? Besides," she went on pointedly, "If you want to continue to be our lover, you'd better start getting used to tasting and licking us, no matter what the circumstances are. Don't you agree, Melissa?"

"I do indeed," she chuckled, enjoying her boyfriend's discomfiture before softening her tone. "I take it you've tasted your own come before and didn't like it?" she asked, more than a little intrigued to see how he would answer.

His fierce blush confirmed it even before his stammered response, "I- uh, well, you know, I was curious."

"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me, lover," Melissa said gently. "I sure as hell tasted my own pussy juice long before I tasted your sister's." Brad looked somewhat relieved. "But if it's any consolation, when a boy's come mixes with a girl's cunt juice, it's a whole different flavor and not near as strong. Here, check it out," and she rose up on her knees and slid a finger deeply into her oozing twat, pulling it back out and offering the gleaming finger to Brad. "Taste," she commanded.

"I- oh!" Brad gasped suddenly as he felt his sister's lips wrap around his limp cock and begin suckling it strongly. "Um, sure, okay." He propped himself up on his elbows to reach Melissa's proffered finger, taking it into his mouth with a dubious expression. After licking it thoroughly, he released the finger with an expression of surprise. "You're right," he nodded, "It doesn't- oh, shit, Sis, take it easy. It's really sensitive now," Brad said, jerking his hips.

"Sorry," Stephanie said, raising her head, in a tone that said she wasn't a bit sorry. "So are you gonna' lick your girlfriend's cunt so I can watch, or are you gonna' take all the rest of our time this afternoon complaining?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Brad agreed with a shy smile.

"Oh, good," Melissa said brightly. "Lay back down and let me get right over your face." Brad readily complied and the redhead clambered up to straddle his face between her thighs. "Okay, lover," she warned, "Here I go. Lick me good and hard. But if it gets so you can't breathe, just slap my thigh and I'll ease up, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, okay," he answered, looking somewhat dazed.

Melissa eased herself down, wriggling her hips to position her cunt hole directly over his mouth, sighing with desire as she felt his tongue contact her flesh and begin to probe directly into her hole. "Ohhhh, yes, lover," just like that she cheered the boy on. Mischievously, once he seemed to have really gotten into the rhythm, she squeezed her cunt muscles to expel as much of the retained jism and cunt seeping as she could, noting with interest that Brad didn't even pause in his lewd ministrations but continued to lick her and, presumably, swallow everything she was squeezing out of her vagina. She found the thought of him doing that both heartwarming and oddly erotic and could feel her pussy beginning to tingle with renewed arousal once more.

She glanced back over her shoulder to watch Stephanie continuing to fellate her brother, another sight she found quite arousing. She had hoped that her relationship with Brad would not come between that with Stephanie, but if her young lesbian lover found it enjoyable to include Brad in their lovemaking, it would greatly help to ease any tensions. She hoped that Stephanie's willingness to have sex with her brother was not just a one-time thing because it was Brad's first time, but that it would continue. She took heart in the fact that not only had Stephanie not objected when she had stated aloud that Brad was now going to be the lover of both of them, but she had reiterated the claim when convincing him to lick up Melissa's semen-filled twat.

Melissa's musings were interrupted when she realized that Stephanie had looked up and caught Melissa staring at her. "How's he doing?" Stephanie mouthed.

"Taking it all like a good boy," Melissa whispered back softly.

Stephanie gave her a smoky smile. Apparently she found the thought as erotically arousing as Melissa did. "He seems to like it very much," Stephanie commented in a somewhat louder tone. She pulled her hand away from her brother's prick to reveal its growing size. "He's getting hard again already."

"Oooh, that's nice," Melissa cooed. "When he's fully recovered, do you want to try him out? It seems like he'd be willing," she asked her friend, still keeping her voice low, but she squeezed her thighs more tightly against his ears as further proof against being overheard.

Stephanie considered. "Um, normally, I'd say yes; even hell, yes," she smiled at last. "But," she frowned, "The way my pussy is right now, I think I'll have to pass."

"Yeah, I understand," Melissa nodded, "But I was actually thinking you might want to try it in a different hole. I mean, I liked it when Keith fucked my ass. And wouldn't you really rather try it for the first time with someone Brad's size than you-know-who?" she asked with a significant glance.

"Melissa!" Stephanie hissed, "Watch what you say in public."

"It's okay," the plump redhead smiled. "That's one advantage of having fat thighs – they make great earmuffs," she noted, gesturing down at Brad's fully enclosed face.

Suddenly, Brad slapped her thigh, and Melissa realized with a guilty start that in her attempt to prevent him from hearing, she must have been smothering him. "Sorry! Sorry!" she apologized as she relaxed her thighs and rose up slightly to let the boy catch his breath.

"No problem," he panted. "It's just that it was starting to block my nose."

"Are you okay, then?" she asked.

"Yep, I'm fine now. Ready when you are, lover!" he said brightly, causing a thrill to shoot through Melissa as she realized that was the first time he'd called her by that name. With a warm feeling of affection shot through with raw pubescent lust, she lowered herself once more onto his waiting lips and felt his tongue seek out her clit, making her gasp with sudden ecstasy.

"Ohhhh, yes, baby," she panted, "Keep doing that. You're making me feel so good!" She turned again to look over her shoulder at Stephanie. "So what do you think?"

Stephanie narrowed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, nodding several times vigorously. "Yep," she said at last, "I'll do it!" She flashed Melissa a grin. "You really are a very naughty girl. You know that, don't you?"

Melissa shrugged and giggled, "We do what we can." She suggested, between increasingly frequent moans of pleasure at the sensations Brad was eliciting from between her legs, that if Stephanie could get some lubricating oil, now might be a good time to fetch it.

Stephanie grinned and heaved herself to her feet. "I'll be right back," she promised and padded out of the room, allowing Melissa to devote her entire focus on the delicious feelings Brad was giving her.

By the time Stephanie returned with a small tube of something, Melissa was already beginning to squirm and arch her back involuntarily under the influence of her increasing arousal. She glanced around one last time and confirmed that Stephanie had returned to sucking her brother's prick back into full erection, and then surrendered herself to wallow in the amazing sensations now coming out of her oozing cunt.

"Ohhhh, Brad, my love!" she gasped, "You really are good at this. You must have had a great teacher," she giggled breathlessly, and was rewarded by a snigger from Stephanie behind her. "Oh, yes, just like that, baby. Pay lots of attention to my clit. Oh, yeah. That's it. Hoh! You're doing great! Ohhhh, shit! Damn, Brad! I can't believe how good you make me feel. Hoh! Fuck, that's nice!"

She squirmed and pressed herself more firmly onto her young boyfriend's face. "Ohhhhhh! God! Yes, do that! Do that! Oh, shit! Oh, holy shit! You're really getting to me, lover! Hunngggh! Fuck! Shit! Hooo-wee! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, God, Brad! I can tell I- unggghh! I'm really going to come! You- you're going to make me- ohhhhhh! Shit! Shit! Make me come in your mouth!" Melissa could feel the initial, warning stirrings of an impending climax and leaned forward to brace her hands against the wall at the head of the bed.

Brad was now actively sucking hard on her clit, alternating with buzzing it rapidly with his tongue in the way he'd already learned drove her crazy. "Hohhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Haagggghhhh!" she gasped raggedly. "I- oh! I think- oh, fuck! Hungghhh! Hungghh! Hunngggghhh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit! It's coming, baby! Here it comes! Oh, God, I'm gonna' come! I'm gonna come in your mouth! Haaggggghhhhh! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Aaagggghhh! Oh, God, Brad! It's- I'm- oh, shit, I'm comingggggg! Aiiieeeeee!"

Melissa's body felt as if a white-hot bomb had just exploded deep within her womb, sending scalding waves of erotic ecstasy coursing through her spasmodically convulsing torso and limbs. She clutched at her breasts and squeezed them reflexively while Brad continued to lash her overstimulated clit with his tongue. "No- no more!" she gasped hoarsely, "Ahhhggggghhhh! Oh, God! I can't- oh, God, I can't stop coming! Oh, please! No! Hungghhh! Hungghhh! Oh, God, Brad! I'm gonna'- I'm gonna- oh, shit! I can't..." she trailed off and lay her head against the wall, desperate to avoid passing out again. She felt a dribble of urine escape her still-pulsing cunt, and then another. `Oh, well, Brad,' she thought through the continuing waves of electric jolts that shook her young body, `I tried to warn you'.

Whether it was the taste of piss in his mouth or just the realization that she could take no more, Brad finally relented and stopped buzzing her clit with his tongue. Melissa exhaled with a great `whoosh' and her body sagged. She managed to prop herself upright enough to keep from completely collapsing as her orgasm gradually subsided. Sucking in great, heaving breaths, she finally was able to squeak out, "Sorry, my love. I was trying so hard not to faint, and then I went and peed in your mouth."

"Yeah, I did notice that," Brad said good-humoredly. "I didn't really mind." He shrugged beneath her. "You did say that if I was going to be your lover, I needed to get used to tasting you – all of you."

"Sorry, Bro' – I should have warned you," Stephanie spoke up, "In addition to sometimes passing out when she comes hard, she can't always control her bladder."

"Yeah, I am sorry, sweetie," Melissa said, still somewhat mortified by her tendencies. She rolled off Brad's face and scooted her body down beside him on the bed. "If it's any consolation, my mom does the same thing. We now have rubber mattress covers on all the beds at home, just because of that. Well, and because she likes getting pissed on as much as I do, so sometimes we just piss on each other on purpose, like last night."

"Really?" Brad said, clearly interested.

"Oooh, I think he likes that idea – at least, it makes his hard cock twitch," Stephanie observed with an evil grin. "Unless it's the idea of doing it with your mother that's got him turned on," she suggested.

"Oh, I already know he's got the hots for my mother," Melissa informed her friend nonchalantly. "Fortunately, the feeling is mutual. I already had to promise her I'd share him once I'd broken him in."

"You weren't kidding about that?" Brad blurted.

"Well, the way things were going, I wasn't certain I was EVER going to get the chance to fuck you, and I didn't want you getting any ideas and get to her first," Melissa explained, only half-joking.

"Shit!" was all Brad could mutter, clearly stunned.

"But that's going to have to be a treat for another day, love," Melissa announced firmly. "Right now, you've got a nice, hard cock that needs to go someplace. How'd you like to try anal sex next?" she asked huskily.

"Uh, you mean..." he trailed off, scarcely daring to hope.

"Fuck a girl in the ass? Yes, that's exactly what I mean," Melissa assured him.

"You mean, with you?" Brad asked Melissa.

"Well, I found out last night that I do like it," Melissa admitted before adding with a smile, "But since I've already tried it, we were thinking you might want to try it with Stephanie," she stated, nodding in his sister's direction. Stephanie batted her eyes at him daringly.

"Uh, shit! I don't- you mean it? You wouldn't mind?" he asked his sister.

"Nope, not at all. I want to try it, too," she confirmed with a shy smile.

"Well, shit! I- I mean, hell, yeah!" he grinned hugely. "Only...what do I do?" he asked helplessly.

"Don't worry about a thing, baby. I'll help you," Melissa promised. "First, let's grab some pillows and pile them her in the middle of the bed. Yeah, that's great," she coached as they hastened to follow her instructions. Steph, you lay face down on top of them, and make sure they're supporting your hips and tummy so your butt's up in the air. Yes, perfect, just like that. Okay, Brad, you need to take the lube and get her butthole all slippery – it's that blue and white tube over there on the side of the bed."

"Where'd that come from?" Brad asked, puzzled.

"It doesn't matter," Stephanie said from her face-down position on the bed. "Just do what she tells you."

"Uh, okay," Brad mumbled. Things appeared to be moving too fast for him to comprehend.

"Just take the cap off the tube and squeeze a good amount onto your fingers," Melissa instructed. "Then spread it all around her butthole – no, not on the butt cheeks, in her hole, where you're going to fuck her, you dodo," she corrected him with an exasperated sigh. "Yes, that's right. Make sure you push it inside her with your finger. Yes just like- Steph, are you okay?" she asked as the slender girl suddenly jerked.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Stephanie muttered, "It just surprised me, that's all."

"Okay, you're sure?" Melissa demanded. "We don't have to do this if you don't want."

"No, no, it's fine, I promise," Stephanie sighed. "I'm just used to things coming out of there, not going in."

"Well, you've let me put my finger in there before," Melissa countered, "Brad, don't stop! Keep doing that. Get some more goo on your finger and keep putting your finger in. See if you can get her to relax enough to let you get another finger in – that will help her get ready for your cock."

"Yeah, I did let you do that before, but that was when I was horny as hell and coming like crazy," Stephanie reminded her.

"That's true," Melissa admitted. "Brad!" she said sharply, "You can't stop what you're doing every time you hear us say something interesting. Since we're all lovers now, you're going to learn lots of things about us you never knew, and I hope we'll learn things about you, too. But right now you need to stick to business and stick your fingers up your sister's asshole. Yes, that's right, push two fingers in, just like that."

Stephanie grunted and screwed up her face. "Just relax, Steph," Melissa advised. "Hold up a minute, Brad. Let her get used to that. Actually," Melissa went on, "You do raise a good point. Here, raise up your hips a minute. Let me get a hand under you to play with your pussy while he's doing that."

"Oh, you're an angel," Stephanie whispered approvingly.

"And don't you forget it," Melissa grinned. "Okay, Brad. How's her butt feeling? Is it still as tight around your fingers?"

"No, she's more relaxed," Brad reported.

"Excellent," Melissa said as she started to slowly rub her fingers up and down Stephanie's twelve-year-old slit, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her bisexual lover. "Start moving your fingers in and out. Make sure everything's all slippery and she gets used to the feeling. Here, scoot your bod over here closer to me while you're doing that. I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours!"

Brad beamed and did as he was asked. Melissa alternated between sucking him to keep him hard and continuing his instruction. "That's real good, Brad. How's that feel, Steph?"

"G-good, I think," Stephanie acknowledged. "How many more fingers do we need to do?"

"If he can get three in that should get you loose enough to fit his cock in, lover," Melissa replied. "Brad, see if you can fit another finger in – slowly, right?" "Yeah, that's right – get more of that lube on it...slowly...slowly, Brad. How's that feel, lady?" she asked Stephanie.

"It's- it's- oh, I don't know," Stephanie mumbled, "Hold on a minute, Brad. Let me try to relax around that like before." She frowned in concentration.

After a minute, Brad observed, "You're doing it, Sis. I can feel it."

"Yeah, okay," Stephanie sighed. "Hang on a minute more, all right?"

"No problem," he responded agreeably. Melissa resumed sucking his prick in earnest and for a short time the only sound in the room was the obscene smacking of her lips and tongue around the eighth-grade boy's rock-hard prick.

Stephanie even commented, "You know, I think that sound would have completely grossed me out a month ago, but I'm coming to really love the sound of lips on a cock or a pussy," she sniggered.

Melissa smiled but kept on fellating Brad, but he agreed, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Funny how things can change in a hurry."

"I think it's called growing up," his sister suggested. "Okay, I think I'm ready. Try pushing in some more."

"Okay, here I go," her brother warned.

"Ooof" Stephanie grunted, "Hang on. I don't think I can take any more than that right now."

"That's because there's no more to take, "Brad laughed. "I'm in you all the way up to my hand."

"No shit?" Stephanie marveled. "Well that's cool, then." She wriggled her bottom experimentally and tried clenching and relaxing the muscles of her anal sphincter. "It feels okay. It really does! And it really does help a lot that you're playing with my cunt at the same time, Mel," she added.

"Good!" Melissa acknowledged, disengaging her lips from Brad's cock with a wet, sucking sound. "Well, then. You know what this means, don't you?"

"Showtime," Stephanie giggled.

"Showtime," Melissa confirmed. "All right, Brad, you can take your fingers out of her now. Then I want you to take that tube of jelly and grease up your pole really good, too." She watched with eyes made wide from her own increasing arousal as the boy followed her instructions. "That's great, Brad. Okay, now get yourself positioned over her and guide your prick up against her butt hole, and then hold it there, all right?"

Brad obeyed and paused, looking at Melissa for guidance with his cock pressed firmly against his sister's anal rosette. "You ready, Steph?" Melissa checked.

"As I'm going to be," the dark-haired girl nodded, her expression dubious.

"Don't worry, love – you'll be fine. He's got you nicely loosened up and I'll be right here with you," Melissa comforted.

"You are nice and loose," Brad confirmed with a grin, "I can feel the tip is already part-way inside you."

"Okay, then. Let's do it, Bro'," Stephanie said, swallowing hard. "Start pushing in. But go slow!"

"He will," Melissa promised, and he'll stop whenever you ask. Won't you, Brad?"

"Absolutely," the young man promised. His face was already flushed with eager anticipation.

There was a pause as Brad pressed forward. Melissa consciously increased the tempo of her diddling of her slim lover's clit, and Stephanie sighed deeply, though whether in response to the sensations from her clitoris or the intrusion in her anus, Melissa wasn't sure. "How's it going, my baby?" Melissa asked Stephanie softly.

"It- it feels okay," Stephanie said, sounding vaguely surprised. "I think I might like this!"

"Oh, boy, what a treat for Brad," Melissa giggled. "Two hot young babes who love taking it up the ass, just for him!"

"Unnngghhh!" Stephanie grunted as Brad pushed himself more deeply into his sister's bowels. "Oh, man, that is the weirdest fucking sensation. It's like taking a shit in reverse."

"That's exactly what I said, too!" Melissa laughed. "But it doesn't feel bad, does it?"

"No, it doesn't," the other girl admitted. "I like the way it makes me feel so filled up. Though," she added, "I'm not sure I'd enjoy it near as much if you weren't playing with my cunt at the same time."

"That's what I'm here for," Melissa smiled. She frowned as she saw that Brad had paused. "Something wrong, Brad?" she asked.

He shook his head, "No, not at all. It's just – I'm all the way in and wasn't sure what you wanted me to do next."

"Ha!" cried Melissa, "You hear that, Steph? You've just taken your first guy all the way up your ass. How about it? You ready for him to start fucking you now?"

"Way past ready," Stephanie giggled a little breathlessly as the constant erotic sensations from her pubescent clit were beginning to tell on her.

"You heard her, Brad," Melissa grinned. "She's ready to be fucked, so go for it. Start off slow, just to make sure she gets fully used to it. She'll tell you when she's ready for you to fuck her hard."

Brad's expression looked like he thought he'd died and gone to heaven as he pulled his cock partway out of his sister's butt and slowly slid it in again. "What do you think?" Melissa asked with interest.

"Oh, man, this is amazing!" he enthused. "It's different from, uh, you know..."

"Fucking my cunt?" Melissa prompted. "For God's sake, Brad, you do know it's all right to talk about sex and use dirty words around us, right? Especially considering what you're doing right now," she snorted.

"Uh, yeah, right," Brad said sheepishly, "Yeah, that's what I meant. It feels different than fucking your cunt. It's like, it's not only because it's tighter, but it's got a different feeling, like a different texture if you know what I mean."

"I do indeed," Melissa smiled. "And how are you doing, girl? How's it feeling?"

"It's- unnggghh! Oh, God, it's starting to feel really good! The combination- hunnhggghhh! With what you're doing and what he's- oh, shit! Doing feels really incredible!" Indeed, Melissa noted with keen interest that Stephanie had started to eagerly push back against her brother's thrusts, raising her ass up to meet each stroke and bury him deeper into her rectum. Melissa subtly increased the tempo of pressure against Stephanie's clit, making her gasp and moan.

"You hear that, Brad?" Melissa asked, her own voice growing husky with arousal. "We're getting her, baby! We're getting her good!"

"Hunnggghh!" Brad grunted. "It's starting to get me good, too. I can't believe how great this is! I love being able to make Stephanie happy together with you," he said, glancing over at Melissa with a shy smile.

"Why, Brad!" Melissa beamed, "What a beautiful thing to say! Have I told you today how much I love you?"

"Uh, yeah, maybe," he panted. "And you sure as hell showed me!" he gasped with a grin.

"Haaaghhhh!" Stephanie cried out, "Oh, God! This is so amazing! Don't stop, either of you! Keep- hoh! Keep doing that!"

"You want him to start speeding up?" Melissa asked throatily.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, definitely," Stephanie stammered between moans.

"Well, tell him, not me," Melissa suggested gently, "Tell him what you need. Tell me what you need. We're both here to make you feel good!"

"Haaggghhh! Oh, God, yes! Do it, Brad! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" Stephanie panted. "Fuck, that's good! Oh, God, Steph! Shove your fingers in my cunt! Ohhhhh, God! Oh, shit! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, my fucking God! Yes, baby, just like that! Ohhhh! You're both filling me up! Hunnggghhh! Hungggghhhh! Hunggghhh!"

At that moment, Melissa saw a hint of movement at the bedroom door, which she realized they'd left wide open, and her heart leapt into her throat. Not daring to speak, she kept watching and sure enough, within a few more seconds, the face of Stephanie's father poked cautiously around the edge of the door jamb. Melissa stared at him, terrified at what his reaction might be. But John Muller simply smiled at her and held his finger to his lips, cautioning her to silence. Melissa jerked her head in a gesture inviting him to come in and join them, but he shook his head with a wistful smile. His face remained watching them from the doorway, though and his eyes were gleaming with lust. Melissa suspected from the way his face was moving that the man had his cock out and was stroking it out of sight, and she gave him a knowing smile before returning her focus to her highly aroused girlfriend who was now practically screaming.

"Haaaiiie! Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! C'mon, Brad, fuck me hard! Do it! Faster, Brad! Ohhhhhh, God! Oh! Oh! Oh! God, I love ass fucking! I do! Thank you, Mel! Ohhhh! Shit! Shit! Harder, Brad! I don't care, Mel! Tear me open! Oh, God, I need you both! I need you inside me so bad! Hoh! Hunnggghhh! Hunggghhh! Oh, God! Here it comes! Oh, God! I'm starting to come! Fuck me, Brad! Fill my fucking ass! Fill me up with your come! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, oh God oh God oh God ohGodohGodohGodohGodoh- aiiieeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked, pounding her fists into the bed spasmodically as her body began to shudder with the climax ripping into her.

Melissa continued pushing three fingers of her hand into her lover's already stretched cunt as the girl writhed and flailed uncontrollably. She stole a glance back at the doorway and grinned to see that John had stepped almost into the room to get a better look. His massive cock was indeed out of his pants and he was stroking it brazenly, a sight so wantonly erotic that made Melissa gulp with lust.

Just then, Brad began yelling and grunting as he began to shoot spurt after spurt of his slimy, white cream deep into his sister's anal cavity. "Hunnggghhh! Hunnghhh! Hungghh!" he grunted with each new orgasmic spasm. His eyes were clenched shut and his face was flushed bright red and drenched with sweat, his black hair plastered to his skull. Melissa thought he looked magnificent and smiled warmly as she watched him fill Stephanie up.

She glanced once more at the doorway. John had retreated back out to the hallway. He still gripped his cock, and she could see a bit of shiny pre-come glistening at the tip of the man's fat cock head, which made her wonder what his come tasted like and what it would be like to put that huge cock into her mouth, the thought of which made her cunt twinge and ooze with desire. He just mouthed, `Thank you', to Melissa and disappeared, leaving the redhead with a bemused expression on her face.

By now, both Brad's and Stephanie's orgasms were winding down. Brad collapsed onto Stephanie's back, but she said, "Ooof" Get up, Brad, please. I need to breathe."

"Uh, sure, sorry," he mumbled, still looking somewhat dazed by all he had experienced, but he heaved himself to the side and lay beside his sister on the other side from Melissa, panting heavily.

Melissa withdrew her fingers from her friend's distended cunt hole and helped her remove the pillows under her stomach so Stephanie could also lay flat on her back on the bed and recover. After both her friends' breathing had returned to a semblance of normality, Melissa inquired lovingly, "Well? Everything okay with you two? And what did you think?"

Brad spoke up first, "It was amazing! I never would have dreamed something like that could feel so incredible. I mean, I'd heard other guys talk about it, but I think they just know about it from porn and stuff. I don't think any of them have actually done it, or they'd be a lot more respectful, you know? Anyway," he continued, turning his head to his sister and taking her hand affectionately, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I know you were a bit nervous, and I'm so glad you decided to try it anyway, and especially with me."

Stephanie was visibly moved by her brother's words, for she turned to face him and pulled him close. "Aww, c'mere, brother. Kiss me," she commanded, with Brad did with alacrity. Melissa watched with aroused fascination as the siblings shared a long, very wet and very passionate kiss.

"You're welcome, Bro'," Stephanie smiled warmly after they'd pulled apart once more. "And thank you for being my first that way. It meant a lot to me, really."

"Um," Brad asked hesitantly, "Do you think, maybe, once you're feeling better that we might, um, you know, uh, try it the regular way?"

"Why, Brad," Stephanie teased, biting her lip, "Are you asking to fuck my cunt?"

"Um, yeah," he laughed weakly, "Yeah, I'd really like to fuck your cunt," he said, looking embarrassed.

"Hmmm, well, we'll see," Stephanie smiled, "And in the meantime, I'm sure Melissa would like to try out your new skills in ass-fucking, don't you?"

"I'd love that," Melissa nodded with feeling, as eager as Stephanie clearly was to steer the discussion away from fucking her vagina. She knew that sooner or later, the girl was going to have to tell Brad about her relationship with their father, but clearly, Stephanie wasn't ready for that yet. "Oh, my God!" Melissa suddenly blurted, changing the subject, "I've got to get home! My mom and Keith are probably already there and wondering what's happened to me. Oh, and you might want to be kind of quiet moving around," she added softly. "I heard a noise downstairs a little while ago. I think your dad might be home already."

"Oh, no!" Brad hissed, "And the door was wide open! Shit! He probably heard us!" He attempted to scramble to his feet, but Melissa reached across Stephanie to restrain him.

"Brad," she said firmly, "Don't panic. Just get up and walk quietly to your room and get dressed. If he hears you pounding down the hall, he's going to know for sure you were in here. He already knows Steph and I are having sex and he's cool with it. Okay?"

"He- he is?" Brad marveled as he more carefully eased himself to his feet.

"Yeah, he is," his sister confirmed. "Dad's actually pretty cool. You'll see," she promised. "But Melissa's right – you better get out of here for now. Thanks again for a really nice afternoon, Bro'!" she smiled and blew him a kiss.

The boy smiled gratefully and retreated quietly back down the hall.

Once he was gone, Stephanie asked her redheaded lover, "Did you really hear something or were you just trying to get rid of Brad?"

"Um, your dad really is home," Melissa confessed, biting her lip nervously. "He was watching us, there at the end."

"What!??" Stephanie practically shrieked. "What?" she repeated more softly. "You mean when Brad was-"

"Fucking you in your ass and you were crying out for more, yeah, then," Melissa nodded with a tight smile. "He seemed to find it pretty entertaining, too. At least, his cock did, because he had it out of his pants and was jerking himself off while he was watching us."

"Holy shit!" her friend breathed. "I'll bet he's going to have some words for me later. Why didn't you say anything?"

"You're kidding, right?" Melissa snorted in astonishment, "And put a stop to one of the hottest, sexiest things I've ever seen? I even motioned for him to come in and join us, but he didn't want to."

"No! You didn't!" Stephanie gasped. "Oh, Brad would have totally freaked!"

"Yeah, you're right, of course," Melissa said, abashed. "I should have realized that. I'm sure that's why he didn't want to, too." She got to her feet and began to recover her clothing from the floor. "Sorry. I really do have to get home, and I'm sure your dad will be wanting to check on you, too. Are you okay with it if I talk to him about our plan to have my mom call him?"

"Yeah, sure," the dark-haired girl nodded seriously. "I'll reassure him if he's still uncertain after. See you later?"

"Uh, probably not," Melissa frowned. "I do have a lot of homework – uh, so do you, by the way. I brought the assignments for you; they're downstairs."

"Huh. Thanks, I think," Stephanie grimaced.

"Tomorrow, though for sure," Melissa promised. "Call me later, though, assuming your dad agrees for my mom to help, okay?"

"Okay, I will," she promised. "Come here and give me a kiss. I know you have to go."

Melissa did as she was bid and, as she was leaving the room, Stephanie called out, "I suppose you'd better close the door. Though I guess that's kind of locking the barn after the horse has been stolen, huh?"

They both laughed, and Melissa turned and headed downstairs to find Stephanie's father.