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Mr. Muller glanced at the clock on the video unit, glowing softly in the dim light. "Time for bed, all of you," he announced. "I know you're probably a bit wound up but try to get some sleep. Brad and Stephanie, you've both got your piano lessons right at noon, so you need to be up and about by ten."
His children winced and grumbled but didn't really need a lot of persuading. Melissa guessed that Brad was anxious to get to his room so he could relieve his poor, stiff prick, and she was sure Stephanie was in a hurry to get started on their own, similar experiment (not to mention finally hearing the story about Melissa's afternoon with Keith). They trundled upstairs.
Melissa was halfway up the stairs before it dawned on her that Brad had maneuvered himself so that he was behind her on the stairs, and probably getting a wonderful view of her naked ass. She stopped and turned quickly. Sure enough, he was staring up at her with exceedingly eager eyes.
"Naughty," she whispered. He shrugged and gave her a completely unrepentant grin. She shook her head with a smile, and, with a toss of her head, continued up the stairs. But she made no effort to block his view, though it made her cheeks burn, especially when she noticed that she could actually feel the warm cunt juices from her recent orgasm oozing down the inside of her thighs.
As soon as they had closed the door to Stephanie's room behind them, Stephanie whirled on Melissa, "Holy shit, girl!" she exclaimed, "Did you ever do a number on poor Brad! Did you see his pants just now? I think he's going to stay hard for a week!"
Actually Melissa hadn't noticed his pants – she'd been far too concerned with what Stephanie's brother was noticing on her and she found it interesting that it had caught her friend's eye – but she nodded sagely as if she had expected nothing less.
"And that move of yours in the car!" Stephanie gushed. "Where in the world did you learn that? When you put your arms over your head and brought them back down, you gave my poor, horny brother the biggest eyeful of tits he's ever seen. And did he actually get his hand under your skirt? I couldn't believe how far up your leg it was!"
"Not then," admitted Melissa.
"Not then, but he did later?" Stephanie asked eagerly. "C'mon, Steph. Spill. Oh, wait – I know. It was at the table, when you scooted your chair back, huh?"
"Yeah, then, and – later," Melissa answered, her voice dropping a bit.
"Ooooh," sighed Stephanie, "You mean while you were dancing? I thought I heard you getting pretty hot and heavy over there." Her eyes glittered with erotic interest. "So how far did my big brother get, hmmmm?"
"Pretty damn far, I'd say," snorted Melissa self-consciously. "You know how I said I almost came during the last dance at the school, but Gunderson interrupted before I could?"
"Yeah?" prompted her friend.
"Well," Melissa said with an arch look, "Gunderson wasn't around the second time."
"No!" Stephanie hooted, "You really did? My God! I could tell something was happening, but I wasn't sure what. So, come on. Tell me what you let Brad get?"
Melissa blushed, but proceeded with her confession. "He, uh, had both his hands up under my skirt in back, and, well, it was when he stuck his finger in my butthole that I couldn't hold back anymore." She shrugged a bit sheepishly.
Stephanie squealed with delight. "Oh my God! If I'd have known my brother was finger-fucking your ass till you came right there in the living room with my dad there and everything, I'd have come myself."
Melissa looked at her intently. "So what was going on with you and your dad? It looked to me like he was actually feeling you up."
Stephanie suddenly froze and her eyes grew wide. "You could see that? Shit! I didn't think you guys could see, or I'd have never let him..." she broke off, her face suddenly contorted with worry. "Did Brad see, too? Did you say anything to him?"
"No, Steph," Melissa quickly reassured her young friend. "Your secret is safe with me. Brad had his back to you the whole time, and was a whole lot more worried about trying to decide whether to try to get under my blouse or my dress than anything else. Plus he was rubbing his, you know, his prick on my leg just as hard as I was rubbing myself on his leg. I was surprised that he didn't come, too. So I guarantee you, he didn't see a thing."
Relief visibly spread over Stephanie's face. Melissa added, "And there's no way I could have told him what I saw, even if I'd wanted to, `cause by then, I was already starting to come and I couldn't even speak." They both giggled, and Stephanie had begun to squirm as if she were getting very turned on by the story.
Melissa asked more seriously, "So what was going on. Was your dad really feeling up your ass?"
Stephanie paused a moment before she answered just as seriously, "He was totally feeling me up, and not just my ass. God! If he'd turned us around, you would have seen my top pulled up to, like, my armpits and my pants halfway down to my knees. He was totally touching me everywhere!"
Now it was Melissa's turn to squirm with arousal. "Shit, I wish I had seen that. I probably would have come twice! He even touched you, you know, between your legs?"
Stephanie nodded with dark, serious eyes. "He touched me everywhere."
"Are you okay?" Melissa asked with a hint of concern in her voice. "I mean, it was okay with you that he did that?"
"Yeah, it was," she answered, a note of defiance creeping into her voice. "It felt really nice. I didn't mind. Really," she added pointedly when Melissa still looked dubious. "Do you have some sort of problem with it?"
"Hell, no!" Melissa said emphatically. "As long as it was something you wanted, then I'm absolutely okay with it. I could sort of hear you moaning a bit at the end, so I was pretty sure you weren't objecting, but I just wanted to be sure. Of course, I just thought he was feeling your ass then. Oh, God, Steph! Now I do wish I'd seen the whole thing. I got so turned on even thinking you were letting him rub your butt, imagine what I would have done if I'd actually seen you naked between your boobs and your knees and your father rubbing your pussy! I probably would have jumped on your brother and had him right there on the floor."
"And if you'd done that, I would have done the same thing with Dad," responded Stephanie.
"Really?" whispered Melissa. "You'd really, you know, do it with your dad?"
"Yeah. At least I think I would," she answered pensively. "I wasn't really sure until tonight. But he seemed to make it pretty clear that he wants me." She looked her friend in the eyes. "Are you freaked out? I hoped you wouldn't be, especially since you said that seeing us together turned you on, but I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm such a freak myself. I mean, what kind of girl fantasizes about getting it on with her own father?" She looked down at the floor.
Melissa reached out and, lifting Stephanie's chin so her face was to her, said kindly, "The kind of girl whose best friend wants to get it on with her own brother."
"Really," Stephanie asked, incredulous. "Is that the big secret you couldn't tell me earlier?"
"Partly. But there's a lot more." Stephanie's eyes widened expectantly.
At that moment, there was a quiet knock at the door.
"I'm never going to get to hear this story, am I?" Stephanie said softly but with exasperation to Melissa. Then more loudly, she called, "Who is it?"
Brad poked his head in the door. "It's just me," he said in a low voice.
"Brad!" exclaimed Stephanie. "When someone asks, `who is it', you're supposed to answer, not just come in. What if we'd been undressed?"
Melissa giggled, "I kind of think that's what he was hoping for, Steph."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, brother dear. What do you want?" Stephanie asked him.
"Well, uh, we didn't really get to, you know, say good night."
He was looking at Melissa, but Stephanie deliberately misunderstood him. "Why, how sweet! Good night, Brad." She waved a dismissal.
He looked so mournful that Melissa finally relented. "Oh, let him in. For a minute, anyway. Your dad's still downstairs cleaning up. Or something," she added with a friendly nudge to Stephanie.
Stephanie grew a mischievous smile. "Oh, all right. I guess you couldn't possibly go to sleep without getting one last glimpse at your new girlfriend's enormous tits, could you?"
Brad gasped and started to splutter something incomprehensible.
"Don't try to make excuses, brother dear," Stephanie said mockingly. "I know you've been trying to get a peek at them all evening; don't try to deny it."
"So?" Brad demanded truculently when he finished spluttering.
"So I'll bet that if you were to promise Mel to do anything she asked, she'd show them to you."
"Stephanie!" it was Melissa's turn to gasp.
"Well, wouldn't you?" Stephanie challenged, with an I-dare-you look. "After all, you still haven't gotten out of your punishment."
"Punishment? What punishment?" Brad eagerly wanted to know.
"Never you mind," Stephanie retorted. "She just promised to do something and she hasn't done it yet, and until she does, she's being punished. But if you want to see those beautiful boobies in the flesh, you'd better make that promise to Melissa and do it fast. You may not get another chance."
He gulped and looked at Melissa. "Would you? I mean..."
Melissa gave a cool glance at Stephanie, then said to Brad with narrowed eyes, "Would I what? Let you see my breasts? Well I don't know. I haven't heard you promise to do what I asked yet."
"What did you ask?" Brad asked, thoroughly confused.
Melissa made a snort of exasperation. "No, silly boy. You don't get to hear what it is until you promise to do whatever it is first. Unless," she said, starting to turn away, "you'd rather just go to bed without seeing them."
Brad stood there for a moment, clearly weighing his options. Stephanie began humming the `Jeopardy' tune, which made Melissa giggle.
Finally, lust appeared to win out, because he said, "Okay."
"Okay what?" Melissa demanded.
"Okay, I promise to do whatever you ask. Just please don't make it something really stupid or embarrassing, okay?"
"Hmmmm," Melissa drawled, "Tempting. But no. You might even like this." She paused for dramatic effect. "I want a kiss."
"Huh?" both Brad and Stephanie said together.
"A real kiss," Melissa explained. "A real goodnight kiss. And make me believe you mean it. Kiss me so good I might actually think you like me and not just my boobs. But do a good enough job, and you will get to see them."
Brad goggled, "You're kidding? That's – uh – well," he hesitated. "That's kinda' why I knocked in the first place. You both ducked in here so fast, I never got to, you know..."
"So are you going to just stand there and talk all night, or are you going to kiss her?" Stephanie interrupted pointedly. "When a girl tells you she wants to be kissed, only a bozo keeps talking!"
Melissa giggled, and Brad flushed. But he stepped up to Melissa and she embraced him. Their lips met, and Stephanie murmured, "Go for it, bro."
At first, their inexperience made them a bit awkward and it took a moment for them to find the right position of their heads so they could both breathe. But once they had worked that out, things progressed quickly for the better. Brad pressed his mouth tightly to Melissa's, and he experimentally tried slipping his tongue between her lips. Melissa readily parted her lips to accept his tongue, and she found the sensation unexpectedly arousing.
It had never occurred to her that having someone else's tongue in her mouth could be a turn on. She knew about French kissing, of course, and knew that this was how `real' kissing was supposed to go. Unlike many of her classmates who still professed to be grossed out by the thought, Melissa had never been squeamish about it – she just couldn't really see the point. But from the moment Brad's tongue plunged into her mouth, she understood the point right away. It was such an intimate, erotic gesture that she immediately felt her pussy begin to flow once more, the warm quim beginning to slither down the inside of her thighs unhindered by the panties that still resided in Stephanie's coat pocket.
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation, amazed at all the things two people's tongues could do inside each other's mouths. She sucked lewdly on his when it was in her mouth, then eagerly plunged her own tongue into his mouth. As they entwined their tongues and sucked on each other's lips, they both became readily aroused yet again. They slipped into their now-familiar posture with one thigh thrusting obscenely into the crotch of the other. Melissa could hear Brad's breathing quickening and felt the welcome sensation of his prick swelling rapidly as he pumped against her soft, large thigh.
Despite her own orgasm just minutes before, she could feel a delicious tingle of erotic stimulation in her own sopping cunt as well. Brad's leg had worked itself so far between her legs that it was pushing her skirt up – her naked pussy was almost grinding directly onto his jeans. In a stray thought, she wondered if he would notice the huge wet spot on his pants afterwards if it did make contact. As it was, she could feel the material of her skirt getting soaked in the front.
They had been kissing so long that Melissa's lips and tongue were beginning to get tired. She opened her eyes briefly and saw a sight that stunned her. Stephanie was standing there watching them, positioned so that Melissa could see her, though her brother couldn't. But what astounded Melissa was that Stephanie was masturbating openly while watching them. Her eyes were wide and fixed on Melissa, and her right hand was plunged right under the elastic waistband and down the front of her pants. Melissa could see her friend's fingers busily working in her twelve-year-old cunt, and she noticed that Stephanie's other hand had slipped up under her top and was frantically tweaking the nipple of her budding breast.
Melissa was fascinated, and for a moment their eyes locked. Stephanie did not give any acknowledgement that she knew her friend was watching her frig herself – not a grin, not a wink, not a blush. She continued her urgent ministrations to her eager young pussy and stared at Melissa with bottomless eyes.
The entire scene made Melissa's arousal intensify and she would have made the moment last forever if she could. But two things made her reluctantly break off her kiss with Brad. The first was the very practical one that her lips and tongue, unused to such exertions, were beginning to ache so much from fatigue that it was beginning to interfere with her concentration. The other was that Brad's hands were trying to attempt a repeat visit under her skirt from behind. As much as she had enjoyed that when she knew no one could see, a vestige of modesty made her strangely reluctant to let him bury his fingers in her ass with a witness present.
She disentangled herself from Brad, flashing him a warm smile to show that she was not angry with him for the liberties he'd taken with her. She noticed with amusement that Stephanie had unobtrusively slipped her hands back out from within her clothing and was standing with an expression of perfect innocence. Well, perhaps not quite perfect – there was a very sexy, smoky glow in her eyes.
Turning back to Brad, she cooed, "That was a very nice, and very sexy kiss, Brad." She stepped back and began to unfasten the few remaining buttons on her blouse. "Don't you think Brad earned his reward?" she asked Stephanie.
"Oh, definitely," came the reply in a soft, husky voice. Stephanie's eyes glowed, and Melissa got the strong impression that her friend was anticipating her strip tease as eagerly as her brother. Brad had a grin from ear to ear, and Melissa noticed that his cock was dangerously straining the front of his black jeans.
Melissa realized that she was enjoying this just as much. She was discovering the thrill of arousing an appreciative audience with her body; it made her feel desired and very, very sexy. She tossed her head and smiled at the two siblings as she finished the last button and began to pull open her blouse.
Brad sucked in his breath audibly, and a slow smile was spreading across Stephanie's face. Struck with inspiration, Melissa suddenly turned her back to the pair and quickly shrugged out of the blouse, letting it fall to the floor. She looked back over her shoulder at the brother and sister who now saw only her bare back. Brad had such an expression of trepidation as if he feared that the prize so near his grasp was somehow going to be snatched away at the last minute that Melissa nearly laughed out loud. Stephanie was more perceptive, and gave her friend an approving grin, enjoying the show.
Melissa then turned back to face them, but with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Then, with a slow wink at Brad and a sidelong glance at Stephanie, she raised her arms behind her head, lifting her hair in what she hoped was a seductive post.
Brad sucked in his breath blissfully, and Stephanie waggled her brows suggestively. Melissa turned slowly back and forth, and then brought her arms back down in order to cup each large, soft breast with her hands, bouncing them up and down lewdly, drawing appreciative comments from Brad. Stephanie was silent but licked her lips repeatedly.
When Melissa began to tease the nipples with her fingers, drawing them out into erect nubs, Brad could take no more. He moved in to try to touch them himself, but Melissa stopped him short with an upraised hand.
"No, no, no," she said teasingly, "I said `look', not `touch'. That was the deal. You did very well, and I loved your kissing very much, but that was the deal."
"Awwww," pleaded Brad in a strangled tone, "Come on, Melissa. They're so beautiful and you've got me so turned on my balls are about to burst,"
Both Melissa and Stephanie guffawed, but a mischievous idea took root in Melissa's head. "Well," she answered Brad, "Of course, if you were to promise to do whatever I asked again, I might be convinced to let you touch these," and she traced lazy circles around the milk-chocolate-colored aureoles, to Brad's obvious distress, "and if you did it as well as you did your last promise, well, I'd even let you kiss them!"
"Really?" asked Brad with delight, "I promise, I promise. Tell me what I have to do!"
"See how easy he is to train?" Melissa said with a wicked smile to Stephanie, who raised one eyebrow dryly.
"Well, Brad," Melissa instructed, "Since you kissed me so nice and made me feel so good when you did, I think it's only fair that your sister gets to experience that, too." Stephanie's eyebrows shot up, while Brad just looked perplexed. "So I want you to kiss Stephanie, exactly the same way you just kissed me."
Stephanie gasped, and it was Melissa's turn to give her friend the I-dare-you look. "You really should try it, Steph," Melissa encouraged with a meaningful glance. "He does kiss nice." She threw in what she hoped would be the clincher, "I think that watching the two of you kiss would be a real turn-on for me, too."
That was enough for Brad, who up until that last remark had a dubious expression on his face. But it was clear he was already so horny he thought he was going to come in his pants, and anything that would turn on his lascivious preteen girlfriend was unquestionably okay with him – even if it meant putting his tongue in his own sister's mouth. He stepped in front of Stephanie with a bit of an apologetic shrug as if to say he was only doing it because he had no choice.
Melissa could tell Stephanie was torn between her natural dislike of her sibling and her current highly aroused state of lust. Melissa upped the ante.
Slowly circling her nipples with her fingers again, she coaxed, "Please, Steph. I really want to see you and Brad together. It would make it so much better when I keep my promise to you later."
A look of understanding dawned on Stephanie's face, and she smiled at her red-haired friend from sultry, lowered eyes. "Come here Brad," she said softly to her brother. "If Mel wants a show, let's give her one. Kiss me just like you did her. And then I'm going to watch while you suck her tits!"
With a quick glance at Melissa through narrowed eyes, she put both arms around her brother's neck and pulled her face to hers. Their lips met and with only a moment's hesitation, Brad slipped his tongue deeply into his sister's open mouth. Stephanie sighed and wove her legs in between Brad's, moving her thigh rhythmically against his bulging cock the same way she had observed Melissa doing earlier.
Brad looked startled; he had apparently been expecting only to duplicate his kiss with Melissa as far as the lips. He hadn't realized that it would include getting to hump his prick against her leg as well, though he quickly warmed to the idea and began thrusting against her slim thigh with relish. Stephanie responded by worming her young vulva into contact with her brother's own thigh and began grinding up and down on it as she'd seen Melissa do as well.
This was going even better than Melissa had hoped. She had realized when she saw how much watching Brad and her had turned Stephanie on that it might be more possible than she suspected to arrange it so the four of them, including Keith, would experience sex together. Her biggest worry from the moment she had admitted that fantasy to herself had been whether or not Stephanie would tolerate including her brother in any such scene. Looking at the frantically writhing pair in front of her and hearing their soft moans and gasps of incestuous lust, she knew she probably needn't worry.
And she hadn't lied to her friend either; it really was a turn on for her to watch them. To her lascivious delight, she saw Brad begin his newly learned trick and slide his hands downwards to grope and fondle his sister's perfect little bottom. At first he contented himself with cupping and caressing her ass on the outside of her soft, satin pants. But when she failed to protest – in fact, she seemed to welcome his obscene liberties – Brad slowly began to inch his fingers inside the waistband and slither his hands inside to touch her bare ass.
A look of amazement came over Brad's face, and he paused his kiss long enough to exclaim, "You're not wearing any panties either!"
Stephanie pulled back from his face and regarded him with a droll expression. "Are you complaining?"
"N-no," stammered her brother. His hands remained inside his sister's pants.
"Then shut up and kiss me like you're supposed to." Brad needed no more encouragement and plunged his tongue once more between Stephanie's eager lips.
This was getting Melissa's cunt so hot and oozing that he could no longer ignore it. Figuring turnabout was fair all the way around, she positioned herself so Stephanie could see her without revealing her actions to Brad. She wantonly lifted the front of her skirt up with one hand and began to openly slide the fingers of the other hand into her sweet twat, spreading her legs wide in order to plunge her fingers into her drenched cunt. She groaned with pleasure at the sensation and the relief of finally being able to touch herself.
Stephanie heard her groan and her eyes flew open when she saw her friend desperately masturbating her naked pussy only a few feet behind her own brother's back. The dark-haired girl moaned with obscene delight at the sight of her bare-breasted friend's masturbation and began humping her brother's leg at a furious pace. However, her dark eyes never left Melissa, and the two of them gazed at each other with fierce intensity while they brought themselves closer and closer to orgasm.
Suddenly Stephanie's eyes widened in surprise. Melissa guessed that Brad had finally worked a finger up into his sister's asshole and sidled partway around the incestuously entwined pair to see. Sure enough, Brad had worked his younger sibling's pants down below her pert ass cheeks and one hand had disappeared into the crack. As an added benefit, Stephanie's pants were pulled down now in front enough for Melissa to easily see the neat, dark pubic hair at the top of her pussy.
Melissa was very close to climax now from her own finger-fucking as well as the total perversion of the scene before her. She decided she didn't want to wait any longer to give Brad his reward, and she yearned to join the lewd embrace with his sister.
She stepped close to the couple and put her face next to theirs. "Doesn't he kiss fine, Steph?" she whispered. Stephanie could only moan her agreement between attempts to catch her breath through her nose.
Melissa then took Brad's free hand – the one not busily reaming his sister's virgin bunghole – and placed it gently on her right breast.
"You've definitely earned your reward, Brad," she said in a voice made low and husky with lust.
Brad slid his tongue from his sister's mouth and turned his face to Melissa, his eyes glittering with lewd passion. "Can I kiss them?" he asked breathlessly.
"Of course, silly," Melissa encouraged. "Just don't neglect your poor sister. I think you've got her so totally hot, she might just come on your leg the way I did earlier."
"Is that what you did?" Brad asked in a hoarse whisper. He had briefly paused his obscene pelvic thrusts between his sister's thighs, but he immediately resumed them with gusto, winning him a whimper of pleasure from her parted lips.
"Uh-huh," she confirmed as she guided his fingers to her nipple and showed him by example how to stroke and tease the nipple into full erection. "So keep on pushing your leg into her pussy just like that. Is your finger in her asshole like it was when we were dancing?"
"It – ohhh – sure the fuck is – aaaggghhh!" Stephanie confirmed.
"Okay, you're doing fine," Melissa coached, "Just follow her motions and push into her when she slides her pussy down your leg. Now bend your head down and suck me." Taking advantage of her greater height, she guided the boy's head down to her nipple and encouraged him to suck it firmly. He sighed in appreciation and nearly forgot his responsibilities between his sister's legs for a moment until her moan of protest reminded him.
Stephanie now had laid her head against Brad's other shoulder and was gasping piteously, her body heaving with ever-growing urgency. To Melissa's surprise, she felt a hand cup her left breast and begin to caress it lovingly. She realized it was Stephanie's hand; for some reason Melissa couldn't explain, the gesture moved her deeply. It was so tender and at the same time so erotic that she felt a hot flash of pure sexual energy course through her young body. She reached both arms around her friends' backs and cradled each of their heads as the two of them continued to pump and writhe against each other.
Melissa could tell from Stephanie's rapidly shortened breaths that she was almost at the point of no return. "She's coming, Brad," she whispered, "She's coming real soon. Keep sucking me just like that, naughty boy. I'm going to just touch myself a little, `cause I've got to come, too."
She pulled her arm away from Brad's head, leaving her other hand caressing the side of Stephanie's damp and swaying head and savagely pulled her skirt up to allow her fingers access to her swollen clitoris. She was so wet and so aroused that within seconds she brought herself to the edge of orgasm again.
And not a moment too soon, for Stephanie suddenly began bucking and flailing, crying out incoherently, "Haaarrrgggg! Unnngggg! Unngggg! Shit! Oh, shit! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Her body writhed spasmodically.
"Hold her!" commanded Melissa to Brad. "Shove your finger up her ass! Fuck her ass, Brad! Fuck your sister's ass! Ho, God! God damn it, Brad, I'm coming, too! Hooohhhhh! Yes, Brad, yes, suck it! Suck my – aaaaggghhhh – suck my tit. God damn you, Brad, bite it. Bite my fucking tit!"
Brad complied with gusto, biting Melissa's tender young nipple fiercely. It intensified her orgasm unbelievably, shooting white-hot sparks through her body that exploded in her mind. She felt her knees start to buckle and desperately held on to the incestuously coupling pair.
Brad bravely held the two twitching, flailing girls, but had to finally give up on Melissa's nipple because it kept squirming out of reach as she jerked in the throes of her climax. He also lost his grip on his sister's wildly gyrating ass, his finger popping out of her convulsing butt hole. Finally, he could no longer support the young girls, and the three of them collapsed to the floor in a mass of arms, legs, and heaving bodies.
Gradually, their climaxes faded and they began to catch their breath. But no sooner had they done so than the two girls began to laugh uncontrollably. Melissa sought Brad's face and kissed him soundly.
"You did very, very well, my naughty boy," she whispered to him. "You made two girls come at once. You should be very proud of yourself."
Stephanie pulled herself up so her face was next to theirs, and the two girls lay atop the heavily breathing boy, smiling at him. Stephanie kissed him as well, willingly pushing her tongue into his mouth. The girls took turns kissing Brad for a few moments as their breathing slowed.
Finally Brad managed to whisper, "You both really came? I mean, you had real orgasms and everything?"
They assured him that they had, and he sighed happily, taking the opportunity to toy with Melissa's bare breasts. Stephanie giggled at that, and enthusiastically pulled his head in close and allowed him to tongue her still-erect and very sensitive nipples.
Melissa suspected that Stephanie enjoyed playing with her tits and nipples even more than Brad, because she gave Melissa a slow, secret wink, and then told her brother, "Of course the best way to get a girl's nipples hard is to suck on them and then blow on them – like this." She wormed her way over on top of her older sibling, elbowing him to let her share access to Melissa's soft, creamy breasts. She then proceeded to demonstrate the right way to suck a tit with obvious relish.
Brad watched his sister suckle at the breast of her best friend, fascinated. Melissa saw with amusement that Brad had inched his free hand down to his own needy crotch and was surreptitiously stroking his still-hard prick through the material of his pants.
"Poor boy," she said with a sympathetic grin. "He makes two girls come at once and doesn't even get to come himself."
Stephanie raised her head from her loud tonguing of Melissa's nipple and looked at her. "He has been a very good boy," she said impishly. "Do you think we should help him out?"
Just as Melissa was about to agree, they heard heavy footsteps treading up the stairway.
"Shit!" hissed Brad, "It's Dad. I've got to get out of here!"
He scrambled to his feet, unceremoniously dumping the two girls off him onto the floor. He was out the door in a flash, and they heard him closing his own bedroom door before Mr. Muller had finished his ascent of the stairs.
"Any bets on how soon we hear his bedsprings creaking when he starts jerking off?" asked Stephanie dryly after a moment, referring to her suddenly departed brother.
"Probably about as soon as he knows whether or not he's in trouble with your dad," answered Melissa with a concerned look.
Ominously, there was a knock at the door.
"Girls?" Mr. Muller asked when they hesitated to answer.
"Just a minute, Dad," his daughter called out, "We're getting undressed."
"That's going to make him want to come in," Melissa suggested.
Stephanie shrugged as if she wouldn't be too upset by that notion.
There was a noticeable pause, as if he were thinking about opening the door, then he asked, "I thought I heard Brad in there as well."
Melissa gulped, but Stephanie coolly replied, "He was, Dad. He was just saying goodnight to Melissa, but he left before you came upstairs. I think he's in his room now," she added helpfully.
"I thought you said you were undressed," her father said with a tinge of suspicion in his voice.
"Dad!" protested Stephanie, "I said we were getting undressed now." She began quickly tugging her pants down to the floor and made an urgent motion to Melissa to follow her lead. "We started as soon as he left," she added in a tone that implied it should have been obvious.
"Oh," Mr. Muller mumbled, somewhat mollified, then said almost plaintively, "Well I wanted to say goodnight to you, too."
Stephanie glanced quickly at her Melissa, who, having slipped out of her skirt at her friend's urging, was standing there completely naked. Melissa silently raised her eyebrows.
"We'll be in to say good night to you as soon as we've brushed our teeth, okay?" Stephanie giggled through the closed bedroom door.
"Okay," answered her father, plainly relieved, "I'll see you then."
"You were really thinking about telling him to come in anyway, weren't you?" Melissa asked peevishly after Mr. Muller's footsteps had faded back down the hall. "And what did you mean about `we'll' come and say good night to him?" She smirked, "Don't you kind of think he'd rather you went and said `good night' to him alone?"
Stephanie merely shrugged, unrepentant. "Would it really have been so bad if he had come in? Why should my brother have all the fun?"
Melissa spluttered, but couldn't find any answer that sounded right. To her mind, it was one thing to let a boy her own age play with her tits – it was quite another to let a grown man see her completely nude. At least, she thought it should be different; now she wasn't quite sure. Everything had gotten so confused today.
She was spared having to answer her friend when Stephanie continued seriously, "And as for your other question, yeah, he probably would like to get me alone tonight. Earlier, he sure seemed to have plans for me. And I'm not sure if I'm ready for that, you know? I need some time to think about it. So I'd rather have you there when we tell him goodnight."
"And besides," she added impishly, "If I went in there alone, I might never get to hear this story about your brother. I'm beginning to think that you've been making the whole thing up all along."
Melissa laughed mischievously and assured her friend that she did, indeed, have a story for her. "So," she finished up, "I guess we'd better get our nightgowns on and brush our teeth so we can say goodnight to your dad and get back here in bed."
Stephanie smiled and just pulled her top off, standing there for a moment completely unclothed and looking intently at Melissa's young, nude body. "Do we really have to wear nightgowns to bed?" she asked in a soft voice, her eyes very large. "Won't they kind of get in the way?"
Melissa felt herself blushing, but she giggled, "No, silly, we don't have to wear them to bed. But don't you think we'd better wear them to say goodnight to your dad? Or else neither of us might get out of there..."
Now it was Stephanie's turn to color. It seemed to Melissa that perhaps she'd hit a little close to home with that one. Could it be that her friend was harboring a fantasy of Melissa joining her with her father in the same way Melissa had found herself fantasizing about sex with Stephanie and their two brothers? She stored that thought away for later consideration.
Just then, the unmistakable sound of rapidly squeaking bedsprings could clearly be heard coming through the wall of Brad's room. The two twelve-year-old girls looked at each other – and burst out laughing.
"That didn't take long," Stephanie observed between bouts of laughing.
"Poor guy," sympathized Melissa. "I really am surprised he didn't just come in his pants a long time ago, the way we were rubbing ourselves silly on his leg like that."
"Not to mention letting him play with those big bazooms of yours," chuckled Stephanie.
"Well, maybe we'd better get those nightgowns on over our `bazooms' so we can get back and make the bed squeak in here, too."
Stephanie laughed and turned away from ogling her friend's bare body, though Melissa thought it was somewhat reluctantly, and headed for her closet
Melissa pulled up the overnight bag her mother had packed and began to rummage through it. "What the hell?" she suddenly exclaimed.
Stephanie turned to look at her, and saw Melissa holding up a bit of silky, deep green cloth. "What's that?" she asked, not understanding her friend's obvious concern.
"I think it's what my mom packed for me as a nightgown," Melissa muttered, shaking her head, "But it's not one of mine. At least, there aren't any of my nightgowns in here, and this is the only thing in the bag that could possibly be one. But – look at this!"
And she held it up against her body, revealing it to be a very skimpy camisole with spaghetti shoulder straps and a deeply plunging neckline.
"Woo hoo!" exclaimed Stephanie in shameless delight. "Look at that. What are you waiting for? Put it on, Mel!"
Melissa was still shaking her head in disbelief. "What in the hell was my mom thinking? This must be one of hers. She must have put it in by mistake – she couldn't have meant it for me! Could she?" she finished weakly.
Her young friend shrugged philosophically. "Maybe she did. After all, she did deck you out in sexy lingerie. Maybe she was just figuring on keeping the show going." Stephanie wiggled her eyebrows meaningfully. "Are you going to just stand there complaining or are you going to put it on?"
With a sigh of resignation, Melissa pulled the sheer garment over her head and smoothed it down over her soft, plump tummy. Stephanie gave a soft, appreciative murmur, and Melissa stepped over next to her so she could see herself in the full-length mirror hung on the closet door.
"No fucking way!" Melissa swore softly after she saw how little the flimsy nightie concealed. "There's no way I'm wearing that out of the room! Especially not to say goodnight to your dad."
Stephanie smirked, clearly enjoying her friend's discomfiture. She allowed her eyes to linger over the large, smooth curves of Melissa's breasts, the sides of which were completely uncovered, with only a small strip of cloth held precariously in place over her nipples by the thin shoulder straps. The cloth was thin enough that the points of the nipples protruded conspicuously through, and the length of the camisole was such that all of the taller girl's smooth, pale thighs were revealed.
Finally, Stephanie inquired with a slightly puzzled tone, "What's the big deal, Mel? You didn't have any problem showing a hell of a lot more than that to my brother a few minutes ago?"
"It's not the same thing!" insisted Melissa, though her face didn't look as convinced as she tried to make her voice sound. "I mean, Brad's, like, our age, and your dad's..."
"Brad's older than you, too," Stephanie pointed out, "And besides, if you can make me kiss my own brother, you sure as hell don't have any room to talk if I want you to just tease my father," she added with some vehemence.
"It seems to me you did a whole lot more than just kiss your brother – I didn't ask you to do everything else you did."
Stephanie flushed but held her ground. "So what? I did what you asked me to. You didn't know whether or not I'd mind before you told me to do it, did you?"
Melissa could only mumble that she guessed not.
"So the point is," Stephanie concluded, "I did what you asked, and now it's your turn. So come on. I don't want to hear any more whining."
She turned away from Melissa and rummaged through the clothes hanging in her closet for a moment. In a moment she pulled out a short, satin kimono-style robe and wrapped it around her naked body. She paused to glance in the mirror and gave a grunt of satisfaction.
"You're wearing that?" Melissa asked, a bit shocked. The robe was one the Stephanie's father had bought for her on a business trip to Asia several years before. Stephanie had worn it extensively, and the material, thin to begin with, was almost translucent from years of wear. Melissa could see the form of her friend's small, budding breasts clearly outlined, right down to the nipples. The robe was now so short that the bottom of her ass cheeks proudly displayed themselves below the hem, and it was stretched so tightly around her body that, except where it was held together by the cloth tie, it left a completely open slice both above and below. Melissa could even make out the dark hairs of her young friend's pussy visible where the robe opened above her thin thighs.
Stephanie gave Melissa a knowing smile. "You bet. I don't want to be completely upstaged by you in your sexy negligee."
"But Steph! I can see your, you know, everything!"
"So?" Stephanie countered, a note of challenge entering her voice, "I didn't have a problem with my Dad touching me there. Why the fuck should I care if he sees it. I want him to see it." She gave Melissa an inquiring look as if she were daring her to make something of it.
But Melissa really didn't mind, now that she knew her friend was exhibiting herself on purpose. She giggled, "Now don't we make a pair? Imagine if we run into your brother, too."
With a nod toward the wall where the sounds of squeaking bedsprings had continued unabated, Stephanie replied dryly, "Not much chance, I'd say. But so what if he did? Now come on. I do want to tease Dad a little, but what I really want to do is get back in here and hear this story you've been holding out on me."
She turned on her heel and walked over to the door, pulling it open decisively. "Now, Mel!" she commanded when Melissa didn't move. Melissa shook her head dubiously, but followed, pausing only long enough to grab her toothbrush from her overnight bag.
In the bathroom as they brushed their teeth together at the basin they giggled as they took turns striking more and more outrageous poses in their sexy garments. Melissa broke Stephanie up when she cupped both her luscious breasts through the green silk camisole and leaned forward with a lewd grin, nearly forcing her young tits to pop completely out. But Stephanie got the last word by slowly running a finger down the exposed flesh where her robe parted, finally probing deeply into the dark recesses of her cunt, closing her eyes, and opening her mouth in an erotic sigh.
Melissa thought it was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen, but when her friend capped it all by bringing her finger, glistening with her own pussy juices to her mouth and lasciviously sucking it clean, Melissa felt her own cunt begin to ooze in sympathetic response. "Oh my God!" was all she could say in a hoarse whisper.
With a pleased grin at having elicited such a reaction, Stephanie finished brushing her teeth and sat on the toilet, releasing a loud stream of urine into the bowl. Melissa was already highly aroused, both from her twelve-year-old girlfriend's audacity and from the entire series of erotic incidents she had undergone that day. But, just as before when they were exchanging their underwear in the abandoned rest room at their school earlier that evening, Melissa found herself strangely turned on by being in close proximity while Stephanie pissed.
She stared at her friend with such intensity that Stephanie finally asked, "What? Do I pee funny or something?"
"No," mumbled Melissa, embarrassed at being caught out like that, "It's just that, you know, until today we've never peed with the other one watching before."
"Does it bother you?" Stephanie was curious.
"Not really," Melissa responded with a nervous laugh. "If anything, it – well, it kinda' turns me on. Weird, huh?"
Stephanie didn't seem offended, shrugging, "Not so weird. At least, not weird compared to some things. Like letting your father feel you up – and liking it. That's pretty weird, wouldn't you say?"
Now it was Melissa's turn to shrug reassuringly. "I don't think so. I mean, not as long as you're cool with it. I think it's really kind of – well, seeing the two of you dancing and thinking he was feeling you up the same way your brother was doing me, you know, that really turned me on."
Stephanie gave a small sigh of relief. "I'm really glad, Mel. I can't help feeling the way I do. I don't know why my Dad turns me on so much, or even why you do..." She stopped suddenly, blushing furiously and biting her lip. "I didn't mean for that last bit to slip out."
Melissa laughed, but it was a gentle laugh. "It's okay, Steph. I kinda' figured that out, especially when you seemed even happier to suck my tits than Brad was." She smiled to show she wasn't making fun of her friend. "And as long as we're talking about weird feelings we can't help, you've been turning me on just as much. You've got me all wet right now, the way you licked your finger after touching yourself."
Stephanie gave a happy chuckle, "And don't forget about seeing me pee." She grinned wickedly as she wiped her damp crotch delicately and stood up. "If I'd known, I'd have spread my legs to give you a better look-see. Maybe next time I will. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Now it was Melissa's turn to blush, but she admitted with a snort that she might. "Let's go tell your dad goodnight so we can get to bed, okay?" she urged her friend. Stephanie merely flashed a secret smile, then led the way to her father's room.
Stephanie knocked softly at the door, then immediately stepped inside without waiting for an answer, motioning for Melissa to follow her. Melissa had momentarily forgotten just how revealingly she was dressed when it was just the two of them in the bathroom. But now, faced with the prospect of facing a grown man wearing nothing but a thin, extremely short nightie that left very little to the imagination, she nearly stopped and ran back out of the room. Only a stern tug on her arm by Stephanie kept her moving forward. Finally, they both stood at Mr. Muller's bedside, Melissa feeling more exposed, naked, and vulnerable than she'd ever been in her life.
Stephanie's father lay in the bed covered from the waist down by only a thin, white sheet. He had propped himself up with a couple of pillows and had been reading. However, he laid his book aside when they entered and gazed at them with a look of unconcealed delight and amazement.
"My God!" he murmured after letting his eyes travel up and down the barely concealed bodies of his daughter and Melissa for an appreciative moment. "Look at the two of you." He shook his head in mock consternation. Melissa found her eyes kept wandering to the large bulge under the sheet where the older man's legs met. Was it her imagination, or was the lump getting larger as she watched? She swallowed hard when she realized it wasn't her imagination at all.
"What?" asked Stephanie, her feigned innocence destroyed when she giggled. "We just came to tell you goodnight, like you asked, Daddy."
"Well, seeing two such beautiful girls dressed like that! Aren't you worried you're going to give your poor old father a heart attack?" he asked in a tone that indicated he was only half joking.
Melissa watched in fascination as the bulge of Mr. Muller's cock continued to swell under the sheet. She could clearly make out the outline of the large head of his organ as it inched inexorably upwards. It began to actually push the material up and away from his body. Melissa felt her toes begin to curl and a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach. The only prick she'd ever seen in her life had been her brother Keith's earlier that afternoon; she never imagined that one could be as large as what she was seeing now pushing against the material of the covering sheet. Stephanie's earlier comparison of her father's organ with a kielbasa sausage was, if anything, giving the sausage a lot more credit than it deserved.
She could not keep herself from wondering how such a thing could ever fit inside any woman, let alone her own young cunt hole. She found the thought of that huge prick squeezing into her virgin pussy simultaneously unsettling yet strangely thrilling, and then chided herself for even thinking such things. After all, it was her friend Stephanie who seemed anxious to fuck her father, not her, right?
Like so many things that day, Melissa found herself struggling with thoughts and feelings that would have been shocking, even terrifying only yesterday. She resolved to put those thoughts away until she had time to work them over later and turned her attention back to Mr. Muller and Stephanie. But she couldn't help noticing that her heart was pounding heavily and a large drop of thick, warm moisture had oozed out of her pre-teen cunt slit and was slithering down her leg. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to conceal it, which only made the aroused throbbing sensation in her crotch worse.
While Melissa had been distracted by her unfamiliar feelings, she was relieved to see that Stephanie had been giggling and bantering with her father and that he appeared not to have noticed the effect he was having on her.
At that moment, Stephanie flung herself on top of her father, cooing, "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for letting me go to the dance, and for dancing with me afterwards, too."
Melissa could hardly believe her friend's boldness, especially in making it clear to Mr. Muller that, far from being offended by his incestuous groping earlier, she was actually thanking him for it. But what stunned Melissa even more was what her young friend was doing atop her father.
The dark-haired seventh grader was kissing her own father passionately. Though Melissa couldn't see their lips clearly from her position behind Stephanie's back, the wet sounds the two were making left no doubt that their tongues were writhing with desperate intensity inside each other's mouths. Soft moans were escaping from both of them, and they seemed completely oblivious to Melissa's presence. To Melissa's even greater amazement, she saw that her friend had managed to straddle her father's body, spreading her legs far apart as she wriggled, completely exposing her ass and pussy to Melissa as the short robe parted and rode up her back from her lascivious squirming. She was actually grinding her dark, hairy cunt against her own father's cock right through the thin sheet! Melissa could clearly see the pink slit glistening copiously with cunt juice, and the distinctive aroma of aroused young pussy filled the room.
Her father responded with equal lust, groaning as he thrust his hips upward, straining to keep his bulging cock in contact with his daughter's warm wetness through the sheet. His hands roamed up and down the length of her nubile young body, pausing only slightly in apparent surprise when they encountered the bare skin of her ass before continuing down her legs and back up again. His hands finally came to rest firmly cupping his daughter's silky nude bottom, his fingers digging into the resilient flesh as he pulled her tightly to himself while she obscenely rubbed her oozing twat against his rigid prick, her hips undulating sinuously against his bulging rod through the sheet.
Melissa found herself even more turned on by the incestuous display on the bed before her than she had been earlier that day watching her brother stroking himself. Mr. Muller and his young daughter appeared to have forgotten about her altogether, muffled moans emerging occasionally as they writhed together. She considered stealing softly out of the room, since it seemed clear that father and daughter might actually start fucking each other any minute. On the other hand, Melissa remembered her friend's insistence that she be present in the room precisely to keep things from going too far. The problem was it didn't look like Stephanie wanted things kept from getting out of hand at all, and Melissa felt very reluctant to call attention to herself by interrupting, as well as risk the probable annoyance of both father and daughter.
However, Melissa was also far too aroused to simply stand there and simply watch. Though what she really wanted to do was join them on the bed and grasp Mr. Muller's enormous cock in her own hand and guide it herself into her best friend's yearning cunt, she was too timid to risk being that bold. Instead, her hand moved seemingly on its own under the short hem of her camisole and into the drenched recess of her own pussy and began to busy itself there, her fingers working in rapid circles deep inside the slit and back up around her swollen clitoris. She felt her knees tremble and threaten to give way as the onrush of pleasure and relief from her neglected cunt washed over her.
She continued to frig herself while she watched Stephanie and her father writhe and grope, their breathing coming in desperate gasps. She was fascinated to notice that the discharge of juice from her friend's over-stimulated pussy had totally soaked the sheet that covered her father's erection, making details of it quite visible through the now-translucent sheet. She could even make out the purple veins on the shaft as they throbbed regularly under its exertion.
Melissa gulped, and began to tease her nipples with her free hand, at first outside the silken material and then, when she realized that neither of the other two occupants of the room were about to notice a thing, slipping her hand inside the deeply plunging neckline to tweak the erect buttons directly. Her fingers plunged into her slick cunt with increasing speed, and she realized that she might actually make herself come while standing less than a foot from her best friend's father. It wouldn't even be the first time that night she'd had an orgasm while Mr. Muller was in the same room, she thought wryly.
At that moment, Stephanie's father grew daring enough to actually slide his fingers into the crevice between his daughter's ass cheeks and tried to start burrowing them into her pussy itself. That was apparently too much for the young girl even in her state of obvious arousal, because she sat up rapidly while gently removing her father's hands from between her legs.
Giggling breathlessly, she chided her father, "Daddy! We've got company, remember?"
She clambered off her father, and Melissa barely had time to extract her hands from under her nightie and desperately tug the garment back into place. She was amazed to notice as Stephanie stood that her friend's robe was completely parted in the front, giving her father an unobstructed view of her black-haired cunt and her small breast mounds. Stephanie pulled the edges of her robe back together and re-cinched the belt, but she didn't hurry and evidenced no embarrassment about her casual nudity.
For his part, Mr. Muller had such a mournful, sheepish expression that Melissa could barely suppress a giggle. He was obviously frustrated and still very aroused, but his look indicated that he had begun to comprehend how his actions might appear to her. His breathing was still heavy, and the soaked patch in the sheet highlighted his huge, stiff prick in silent accusation.
Stephanie was not about to give him an opportunity to say anything stupid, however. She turned to Melissa and said in a syrupy voice, "Give my dad a kiss goodnight so we can go to bed. And make it a good kiss to show your appreciation for his being so nice to us tonight and all," she added with a meaningful look.
Melissa raised her eyebrows at her friend, recognizing that this was another `dare' in the game they'd been playing all evening. Well, if Stephanie didn't think she had the guts to give her father a real kiss, she had another think coming Melissa thought to herself with amusement. Besides, she was still so damned turned-on – she'd been seconds away from climaxing when her friend pulled the plug on her incestuous cock-teasing act – that Melissa would have been willing to do a whole lot more than kiss Mr. Muller if she'd been dared to.
Without hesitation, she stepped past her friend and bent down over Stephanie's father on the bed. She realized that she was giving the older man a perfect view down the front of her camisole but decided she didn't care. If he wanted to look, she'd give him a good one, so she held her bent-over pose while she whispered, "Thank you for letting me stay here tonight, and for letting me try the Irish coffee, and for letting us have our last dance over again."
Mr. Muller mumbled something that might or might not have been, "You're welcome; it was my pleasure." He seemed to be a bit addled, though whether it was due to his daughter's previous incestuous teasing or the present sight of two young and precociously large breasts right in front of him, Melissa wasn't sure. She lowered her face to his and firmly covered his lips with her own, parting them invitingly.
He hesitated a moment before kissing back in spite of his obvious arousal, though Melissa wasn't sure if it was from surprise at her boldness or nervousness about kissing an underage girl with his own daughter looking on. But suddenly, after an odd shudder passed through his body, he groaned softly and began to kiss her in earnest. He took her head firmly between both hands and slid his tongue passionately past her own, nearly gagging her for a moment as it plunged deeply down her throat.
A low growl of animalistic lust escaped from deep within her as Melissa threw herself delightedly into the kiss, surrendering completely to his ravaging tongue, sucking it savagely, wrapping her tongue around it as her friend's father began to rhythmically slide it in and out of her young mouth, grunting occasionally with the effort. She had never experienced anything like the sensation of it – Brad's juvenile French kissing earlier had been sweet, and she had admittedly gotten so worked up during it that she'd made herself come – but the older man was definitely more experienced, and it was having a profound effect on the preteen girl's already highly aroused cunt.
She began to squirm obscenely, her legs making faint squishy sounds as her thighs moved together in a desperate attempt to stimulate herself. Her breathing deepened markedly, and she found herself gasping and emitting muffled moans under the man's relentless oral assault. She had never imagined that a simple kiss could be so overwhelming, so violent almost, yet so incredibly arousing. She placed her hand on Mr. Muller's chest to steady herself since she felt her knees growing weak and, without meaning to, found her fingers touching his bare, exposed nipple. The older man sucked in his breath audibly as soon as she touched the protruding flesh, and she was intrigued to find that it stiffened under her fingers in exactly the same way her own did. She experimentally began teasing the nipple as if it were her own and she was masturbating and was gratified to hear Mr. Muller immediately moan in response. She began tweaking and pinching it vigorously, causing the man to squirm and twist, much to Melissa's amusement.
Suddenly, she felt one of his hands leave her face and come to rest on her left breast, cupping it softly through the thin material of her camisole. In other circumstances, she might have been alarmed, but she was so turned on by this time that she didn't even flinch. In her current state, it just felt right and perfect there. To encourage him, she placed her free hand over his, and then gently guided his fingers under the edge of the deeply plunging neckline to the milky soft flesh underneath. He sighed deeply and began to knead the large, willing mound eagerly, pinching her nipple in turn.
Now it was Melissa's turn to gasp, and she began to thrust her tongue back into the mouth of her friend's father, completely oblivious to Stephanie's presence behind her. So it came as a complete shock to her when she suddenly felt fingers touching the crevice of her now exposed ass and working their way quickly and inexorably towards her puffy and drenched cunt lips.
Melissa jumped back with a shriek of surprise, breaking off her lascivious kiss and unceremoniously popping Mr. Muller's hand out from inside the front of her nightie. She looked quickly from Mr. Muller to his daughter to try to see whose hand it had been. Stephanie was standing beside her wearing such a blank face that Melissa instantly knew her friend had been to blame, even before she realized that Mr. Muller's hand had been otherwise occupied with her plump breast and so he couldn't possibly have touched her from behind.
But when Melissa had suddenly stood up, out of the corner of her eye she also caught Stephanie quickly removing her hand from her father's huge, rigid cock. She had obviously been stroking Mr. Muller while Melissa was kissing him, and Melissa understood with an amused grin what had caused him to suddenly begin kissing her so passionately. Melissa gave a meaningful glance at the swollen member clearly outlined under the thin sheet. Stephanie just gave a sheepish shrug then burst out in a fit of giggles.
Her laughter was infectious, and Melissa couldn't help giggling herself. Even Mr. Muller started chuckling, though it was apparent that he had no real idea what the joke was. By the time their laughter died down, Melissa was willing to forgive her kissing being interrupted by Stephanie's unexpected groping.
"What'd you do that for?" Melissa demanded of her friend with mock indignation. "I thought you wanted me to give your dad a good goodnight kiss?"
"It was very good," Stephanie said, and her eyes glittered oddly. "But we should get to bed. Now. Good night, Dad," she called, blowing him a kiss while tugging Melissa's arm urgently.
"Uh, good night," Mr. Muller said uncertainly with a somewhat stunned expression. His erection still stood proudly, creating a solitary teepee on the surface of the sheet. The area around it remained damp from his daughter's earlier vaginal secretions, and Melissa could see that it was throbbing slowly, making the tented material twitch in accompaniment.
Stephanie pulled Melissa purposefully toward the bedroom door. Melissa glanced back from the doorway to see Stephanie's father still lying in the same position in bed wearing an expression that was a mixture of disappointment and befuddlement. Melissa thought he looked like a contestant in a beauty contest who'd thought she had been chosen the winner, only to discover that it was the contestant standing next to her instead. The image made her laugh out loud as her friend dragged her resolutely through the door. She felt a bit sorry for Mr. Muller.
"So what's really going on?" demanded Melissa as soon as the two girls were safely behind the closed door of Stephanie's room. "It seemed like you weren't in any hurry for a while to get out of your dad's room. And don't think I didn't catch what you were doing while he was kissing me!"
"While he was `kissing you', hmmmm?" murmured Stephanie in an accusatory tone. "It seemed like you were kissing him, too. And letting him feel up your tits while you were doing it, too." Melissa acknowledged her guilt with an embarrassed giggle.
"As for what's really going on," continued Stephanie, "What's going on is that I'm horny as hell right now. After everything that's been going on this evening – and especially what we were doing just now with my dad – I couldn't stand it anymore. You were getting me so turned on the way you two were going at it, and when you actually put his hand inside your nightgown to let him feel you up better...yes, I saw that, too..."
Melissa felt her cheeks beginning to burn, but Stephanie continued without pause, "Well, maybe you did see me touching him, and I'll bet I could have made him, you know, come right there if I'd kept it up a little longer. Well, what you didn't see was that I was touching myself, too. And when it looked like you were really starting to get into it with Dad, I just thought that maybe you'd like someone touching your pussy, too. I didn't mean to freak you out." she ended in an apologetic tone.
"I'm really sorry, Steph," Melissa said, feeling rather bad now. "It just startled me, that's all. I didn't mind you touching me, really. I just wasn't expecting it, and, well, to tell the truth, I was getting into the way he was kissing me, and I just kinda' forgot you were behind me. He is a good kisser, isn't he? I mean, I'd never felt anything like that before."
"Yeah, he is," said Stephanie softly, her face growing serious.
"And I have to admit that I was touching myself, too, watching the two of you kiss. I'm sorry I jumped the way I did. I guess I kind of broke things up just when they were getting interesting, huh?" Melissa said, wincing.
"It's okay," her friend answered, still serious. "The way things were going, I think maybe we would have gotten, you know, carried away if we stayed. And I'm not ready for – for that," she said shaking her head with a worried, thoughtful expression. "At least, not yet. I don't think," she added weakly.
Melissa laughed, "You don't sound too sure. And, at least while he was kissing me and, yes, feeling up my boob, I'm not sure how far I might have gone, either. I'm still tingling, you know, between my legs."
Stephanie's eyes gleamed at that confession, and Melissa continued with a laugh, "And did you see his poor face when we left? And the way his – his cock," forcing herself to say the naughty word boldly, "The way it was poking up under the sheet? How much do you want to bet he's jerking off like crazy right now? We've turned into incredible little cockteasers, haven't we? I mean, first Brad, and then your dad left alone to make themselves come."
They both giggled loudly at the thought, until Stephanie said with lowered eyes, "So why aren't we doing the same thing? We're both incredibly horny, so why are we still standing here? Let's get into bed and make ourselves come, too." To Melissa's surprise, her friend stepped close to her and pulled the green camisole up to Melissa's armpits in one quick motion. "C'mon, Mel," Stephanie whispered in a voice grown husky with arousal. "Let's get these clothes off. You owe me this story about your brother, Keith, that you've been holding out on me all evening."
Melissa grinned at the eagerness of her dark-eyed friend, but she obligingly raised her arms and let Stephanie pull her camisole off. Stephanie let her fingers softly brush Melissa's taut nipples as her hands moved past, and the taller girl felt an electric surge of arousal course through her body at the stimulation. She gasped aloud at the sensation, drawing an evil chuckle from Stephanie.
Not to be outdone, Melissa boldly reached out and untied the loose knot holding her friend's short silk robe closed. Then, scarcely believing her own forwardness, she slipped her hands inside the thin cloth hems at the front, just above Stephanie's dark thatch of curly cunt hair and slid them slowly up her friend's slender body, drawing the robe apart as she did. She could feel Stephanie's seething arousal almost as a palpable heat radiating from her twelve-year old body, and the powerful aroma of two young and very aroused pussies filled her nostrils.
Stephanie drew her breath in sharply as Melissa's fingers gradually stroked up the smooth skin of her abdomen. Looking intently down into her friend's eyes, Melissa deliberately ran her fingers up over Stephanie's small breast mounds, allowing each finger in turn to bump softly across the tiny nipples and feeling them respond to her touch. Stephanie gasped with pleasure at the attention to her pubescent tits and shivered with anticipation as Melissa pushed the robe past the shoulders and let it drop softly to the carpet.
The two seventh-grade girls stood for a moment in front of each other, suddenly nervous in their total nudity. Then Stephanie took Melissa's hand almost shyly, and led her to the bed, pulling the covers down to expose pale pink sheets. Melissa climbed onto the bed, and Stephanie scrambled quickly up beside her.
"Aren't you going to turn out the light?" asked Melissa.
"No way," Stephanie murmured in a smoky voice, her eyes unnaturally wide with her excitement. "I want to see you touch yourself. Is that all right?" she inquired, still worried about shocking or offending her friend.
"Of course it's all right," Melissa assured her, and then grinned when she noticed that Stephanie had already busied her hand in her own cunt, working it in and out of the dark slit between her legs. Melissa just watched her for a moment, fascinated. Stephanie's deep eyes had half-closed, and her breathing was already beginning to quicken, her barely-developed breast mounds rising with each new gasp. A thin sheen of perspiration had formed on her young, narrow face.
Feeling her own need rekindled by the lewd abandon of her friend, Melissa pushed her hand into the slippery recesses of her own cunt, groaning with relief as her aching, swollen clit accepted the desperately-desired ministrations.
At the groan, Stephanie opened her eyes and studied Melissa's hand intently as it probed and stroked the young cunt flesh buried under the coppery curls.
"You really do touch yourself," Stephanie whispered after a moment, her words broken by occasional erotic gasps. "I know you said you did, and I saw you doing it when I was kissing my brother but somehow, until now, I didn't really dare to believe it. I thought maybe you were only doing it then for show. I guess I'm still worried that I'm some kind of freak."
"You're not, Steph," Melissa assured her through teeth gritted from the obscene sensations emanating from her swollen, throbbing pussy. "At least, no more of a freak than I am. Ohhhh!" she gasped as an especially strong wave of pleasure swept over her.
"So tell me, Mel. Tell me about what happened with Keith. Tell me everything," begged Stephanie, her voice trailing off into a moan as her fingers probed a particularly sensitive spot in her virginal cunt, making an obscenely slick sound as they did.
So while the two young girls lay facing each other on the bed, their smooth nude bodies glistening with sweat and their voices occasionally punctuated by their mutual gasps and groans as they plunged their hands in and out of their yearning cunts, Melissa related the story of how she had snuck into her house that afternoon and caught her older brother jerking himself off on his bed.
Stephanie demanded full details about what Keith's body looked like, what his prick looked like, and how he stroked himself, and Melissa did her best to describe the scene fully. As she did so, she found herself reliving the intensely erotic experience all over again, and her masturbation grew more rapid and urgent while she talked. Her breath was torn by ragged gasps as her arousal continued to climb, and she found it increasingly difficult to talk.
For her part, Stephanie was more obviously turned on than Melissa had thought possible. She'd seen her friend getting turned on several times previously that evening, even climaxing while kissing her brother Brad. But now she was practically in a frenzy of lascivious delight, gasping, groaning, and grimacing while each new revelation in the tale spurred her fingers to new levels of lewd activity within her drenched, black-haired young pussy.
"Did – ohhh! Did you –mmmmm – actually see him - oh, shit! Did you actually see him come? Aaagggh!" Stephanie wanted to know, clearly near the point of orgasm.
Melissa could barely squeeze out the answer between her own harsh gasps and grunts of pleasure. She was very close to coming herself. "N-no – huuunngggh! No, I didn't! Oh, my God! Oh, shit! Right as he was about to...Aaaaaggggh! Holy fuck, Steph, I'm so close to coming!"
"Me too," gasped her friend, "Just tell me – Oh, fuck! Hnnnggghhh! Just tell me what happened, and then we can – haaaarrggh! We can both come! Don't come yet – tell me!"
"He stuck his finger up his ass!" blurted the red-haired girl, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! He stuck his finger up his ass and I couldn't see him come! But I am! Aaaaagggggghhhhh! Shit! Shit! Shit! Ooohhhheeeeeee...!" and her voice trailed off into a shrill keening cry as the orgasm that had been surging its way up from within her refused to be denied any longer.
Stephanie watched her best friend's body writhe and thrash in the throes of her orgasm for only seconds before her own climax roared over her as she shook and shuddered, wrenching incoherent cries from her tortured lips. The two girls convulsed side by side for nearly half a minute before the sexual storm within them each began to abate. They both flopped onto their backs and lay there, gasping for a long moment before either of them could speak.
Stephanie finally broke the silence, turning to her friend with an unusual gleam in her eye. "Are you okay, Mel?" she asked when Melissa continued to lay on her back.
"Oh, yeah!" Melissa assured her, breathing heavily. "Every time I think I can't possibly come any harder, then I do." She turned to face her black-haired friend. "It was better doing that with you than by myself."
A tender smile stole across Stephanie's face. "I thought so, too." She reached out and gently caressed the side of Melissa's face, still damp with perspiration from her exhausting orgasm. Melissa was suddenly moved to take her friend's hand and kiss the palm softly. Then, as if both were made nervous by the raw intimacy, Stephanie and Melissa both pulled their hands back and just looked into each other's eyes for a moment.
In a tone that sounded like she was making an effort to lighten the mood, Stephanie mused, "I wonder why he stuck his own finger in his ass. Do you think it made him come better?"
"Uh, actually, I'm pretty sure of it, `cause – well, `cause I tried it myself, and it really does!" Melissa confessed.
"You tried it? Really? How? I mean – when did you do that?" Stephanie asked with obvious interest, propping herself up on an elbow to gaze down at Melissa.
"Right after I saw Keith doing that – you know, making himself come." Stephanie raised her eyebrows in silent encouragement for Melissa to continue, so she went on, "I was so incredibly horny after that – maybe because I was so scared at first, and then seeing him like that...Anyway, I was really, really turned on, so I just ran into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower, and started frigging myself like crazy. There's a whole lot more to this story," she added with a mischievous chuckle.
Stephanie whispered, "There's more? Tell me." And she slid her hand back between her still-damp thighs, clearly aroused enough to resume her masturbation.
But as soon as she had begun to probe her fingers into her sopping crevice, she stopped with a frustrated sigh. "That's what always happens," she complained. "I'm still turned on, but I can't touch myself, `cause it's too sensitive."
Melissa looked at her friend intently for a moment, and then reached a decision. "Turn around," she commanded softly, "With your back to me."
Stephanie looked back at her friend before complying with a slight smile. "What are you going to do?" she whispered.
"Nothing you won't like, I don't think," Melissa chuckled huskily.
"Mmmm, sounds interesting," murmured her friend.
As Stephanie rolled onto her side, Melissa slid in behind her, taking her into her arms and forming a spoon with her own body against her friend's back.
Stephanie giggled, "I like this already."
"I'm going to try to make it better than this," promised Melissa, and she moved her right hand down the smooth, tender skin of Stephanie's tummy and into the soft curls of her pubic hair. But instead of sliding her fingers right into the sensitive slit itself, she placed her fingers on either side of the pubic mound, squeezing the fleshy outer cunt lips gently between her fingers. Exerting as little pressure as she could, Melissa began to slowly move her hand in a little circle, being careful not to intrude into the crevice where her friend's overstimulated clitoris was still throbbing from her recent climax.
"See?" Melissa whispered, "You just have to keep your fingers on the outside at first. Does that feel too bad? Do you want me to stop?"
"God, no!" her twelve-year-old friend said huskily. "It feels fantastic. In fact, you could..." she trailed off.
"Could what?" Melissa encouraged, "Tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
"Careful what you promise," Stephanie said, her voice oddly tight, "I might hold you to that."
"I meant it, Steph," Melissa whispered in her friend's ear while her fingers continued to press Stephanie's pussy lips in slow, lazy circles. "You're my best friend in the whole world, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy."
Stephanie turned her body slightly in response, snuggling into her larger friend's plump form more tightly – and parting her legs to allow Melissa easier access to her crotch in the process. "Well, what you could do to make me happy – aside from keeping doing what you're doing, maybe even a little harder," Stephanie cooed, and Melissa laughed as she increased the pressure on her friend's vulva, "What you could do to make me even happier would be to tell me the rest of your story, since you said there's more."
So while she gradually increased the tempo and pressure of her manipulation of Stephanie's cunt, Melissa told her friend about the way she'd made herself come in front of her mirror, how wet her panties had been, and how thinking about Keith had gotten her more turned on than she'd ever been in her life.
By the time she'd gotten to the part of admitting that she was seriously thinking about, even looking forward to being fucked by her own brother, Stephanie was beginning to squirm with unbridled arousal in her arms. Melissa could feel the pounding of her best friend's heart as she held the slim body against her own, and she could hear Stephanie's breathing shorten into the deep gasps and sighs that she was quickly learning to recognize in her friend as heavy arousal. She experimentally narrowed the gap between her fingers as they obscenely pressed into Stephanie's young cunt, allowing them to start slipping occasionally into the oozing slit. She gauged that her friend was sufficiently turned on by now that she wouldn't feel the same discomfort she had before.
She had guessed right, for Stephanie not only gasped with pleasure at the more intimate touch, but placed her own hand above Melissa's and pushed her fingers firmly into the depths of her slick cunt, moaning as she did so, "It's okay – please touch me. Touch me everywhere!"
Melissa needed no further encouragement to plunge her fingers all the way into her writhing friend's sopping cunt hole, starting a new rhythm of deep vaginal probes alternating with teasing flicks of Stephanie's distended clitoris, which soon had the young girl grunting and crying out with pleasure.
As she continued her lascivious assault on her friend's pussy, Melissa continued her story, describing how she had lost the large bar of soap up inside her own cunt.
Stephanie was amazed, and commented despite her erotic frenzy, "Jesus! I can't believe you fit a whole bar of soap up there! And it didn't even hurt?" When Melissa assured her that it hadn't in the slightest, Stephanie could only murmur, "You could even fit my dad in there with no problem!"
"It seems like that's more what you'd like to do," commented Melissa. "Even though your dad seemed plenty interested in both of us tonight, I think you and he really want each other."
"Ohhhh! God!" moaned Stephanie, her hips starting to undulate in time with Melissa's fingers in an attempt to push them more deeply inside her cunt. Melissa obligingly slipped first two, then three fingers into her friend's slippery passage with each thrust. Stephanie didn't object at all, and just moaned like a mad thing, "You – hunngghh! You really think my dad – Oh, holy shit! You think my dad wants me?"
Melissa could only giggle in astonishment, panting, "You're kidding, right? Shit, Steph, if I hadn't been in the room with you two tonight, I bet he'd be fucking you right now!"
"Oh my God! I can't believe how much that turns me on!" Stephanie moaned. "You must – hussggghh! You must think I'm a total pervert."
"No more perverted than me wanting to fuck my own brother," Melissa commented, her fingers busily plunging in and out of her best friend's hole.
"Huggghhhh!" groaned Stephanie, "I want to fuck your brother. And so does nearly everyone else, it seems like. Oh, God! That feels so fucking good! Don't ever stop!" She paused, gasping with lewd pleasure for a moment before continuing, "But it seemed like maybe you'd like to fuck my dad, too, huh?"
"Maybe," admitted the larger girl with a slight shrug of a shoulder, "But I want Keith to be first. And I think your dad should be your first. I mean, the way you two look and act around each other it's so obvious. But maybe after we've each been fucked by the ones we want, we could try, you know..."
"Switching around?" prompted Stephanie between grunts. "Or even, you know, all at once?"
"My, my, girl," drawled Melissa in an exaggerated imitation of Stephanie's "hick" storytelling accent, "Ain't you the lil' devil? We'll jes' hafta' see. Meantime, why don't you turn yo' mind onta' thinkin' `bout getting' nasty wit' yo' Papa?"
"Oh, shit! What are you doing to me?" Stephanie cried in a voice that sounded unnaturally hoarse and tight. "It feels like you've got your whole hand inside me!"
"I've just got three fingers in you – but that's about the same width as Daddy's great big cock," Melissa whispered with a leer. "Just imagine that's him inside you right now, fucking you. You know you want it, don't you?"
"Yes," moaned Stephanie, "You know I do. Oh, God! Oh, God! It hurts, but it feels good at the same time!" And she shrugged her body up closer to Melissa, turning more towards her and pulling her legs up to allow her young lover unrestricted access to her hungry cunt hole.
"Say it!" commanded Melissa. "Say it out loud! Say you want your dad to fuck you!" She bore down with her hand, pushing the three fingers into Stephanie's tightly stretched opening as hard as she could, burying them to the knuckle and more. With her thumb, she began to tweak her hapless friend's turgid clit back and forth as fast as she could.
Stephanie immediately let out a shriek, a raw, animalistic screech that gave voice to all the pain and pleasure she was experiencing. Her body writhed and twitched, and her skin glistened with the sweat that bathed her slim young form.
"Say it, Steph!" Melissa ordered with more intensity. "I want to hear you say it. Say you want your dad to fuck you!"
"Ohhhhhh!" moaned the dark-haired girl, pushing her hips up as high as she could in an attempt to force even more of Melissa's hand inside her, "I do. I do want my dad to fuck me."
"Say it louder," Melissa hissed, pleased and becoming very aroused herself by her friend's obscene compliance with her orders.
"I want my dad to fuck me!" cried Stephanie loudly, her voice almost sobbing from her pre-orgasmic gasps.
"And what do you want him to fuck you with?" demanded Melissa. "Say it out loud! What do you want inside you?"
"His cock! Ohhhh! Shit, Mel! I want his cock!"
"Then beg him for it, Steph! Beg him like he was fucking you right now! Say `Please, Daddy, please fuck me! Fuck me with your great big, hard cock!'"
This was too much for Stephanie to endure. Between Melissa's furiously plunging fingers in her sopping cunt hole, the buzz-saw thumb motion on her erect clit, and the complete perversion of the incestuous desire manifested in her teasing words, Stephanie's entire body exploded with a gut-wrenching, toe-curling orgasm.
As it did, it tore away the last vestige of shame from the pre-teen girl, and she unleashed such a torrent of incestuous pleading as she convulsed and thrashed that Melissa was amazed, despite the fact that she had been the instigator.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Hunnnggghhh! Please fuck me! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Fuck me with your big cock! Haaarrrggghhhh! I want you inside me! I want your big hard cock all the way inside me! Ohhhhhh, God! Oh, fuck! I want you to come in me, Daddy! I want all your come in me! Uunnnggghhh! I want you to fuck me and give me your baby! Ohhhh, Daddddddeeeeeeeee..." her voice trailed off as the last air left her lungs and her chest heaved spasmodically, trying to catch another breath.
In the relative silence while Stephanie's voice left her, Melissa heard a distinct sound just outside the closed bedroom door, a sound like a soft groan. Concerned but unwilling to investigate until her friend had recovered slightly, Melissa held her friend gently, whispering soothing nonsense syllables into her ear as the convulsions slowly abated and Stephanie began to draw ragged breaths again.
But as soon as her young lover had stopped moving and was breathing regularly, Melissa eased herself out from behind Stephanie's slender naked body and moved stealthily towards the door.
"Wha-?" Stephanie asked groggily, but Melissa motioned her into silence. Reaching the door, she flung it open suddenly, her own total nudity forgotten. She realized after she had done so that she had been expecting to catch Brad listening at the door. The hallway was completely empty. She looked quickly to her right in the direction of Stephanie's brother's room, but there was no sign of movement.
But as she looked back, she just saw out of the corner of her eye the light that had been visible under Mr. Muller's door suddenly went out. Melissa gulped, stunned to think that Stephanie's father might have been listening at their door, and abashed that she had blithely flung the door open without even thinking that she might have been facing him in the nude.
She was about to turn and close the door to the room again when something caught her eye on the floor. Squatting down for a closer look, she saw several large patches of what appeared to be a thick, pale liquid glistening on the carpet. At first, she couldn't imagine what it could be, and didn't even connect it with the mysterious eavesdropper at their door. But the more she looked at it, the more it looked strangely familiar. With a gasp, she remembered seeing a similar spray of thick, pale fluid earlier that afternoon – only that had been covering her lower back, and it had come from her brother's prick when he unintentionally ejaculated on her.
"What is it?" whispered Stephanie from behind her right shoulder. Her voice still sounded groggy from her recent orgasm, but curiosity had aroused her enough to get off the bed and totter shakily over to the door.
"I'm not totally sure," Melissa answered in a low voice, "But I've got an idea." To her friend's astonishment, Melissa reached down, scooped up the largest gobbet onto her finger, sniffed it experimentally, and then, with a triumphant look as if her suspicions had been confirmed, stuck it into her mouth and sucked the substance completely off.
"Eeeewww!" Stephanie exclaimed in a tone that conveyed both horror and fascination. "What is it? And why did you put it in your mouth?"
Melissa's only answer was to carefully collect all the remaining droplets from the carpet onto her fngers and then stand up to face her friend, taking care to close the door quietly behind her again. She then held the thickly coated fingers up to Stephanie's lips, commanding, "Taste it and see."
The shorter girl recoiled. "Why? What is it?" she asked suspiciously.
"Just taste it," Melissa countered. "It's a good thing, trust me. You saw me taste it, right?"
Something in her friend's tone and the gleam in her eye overcame Stephanie's caution, and she finally leaned forward to accept the proffered fingers to her lips, saying in a grudging tone, "Okay, but this better not be some weird kind of payback."
Melissa would only grin mysteriously, so Stephanie finally had no choice but to part her lips and gingerly accept Melissa's fingers into her mouth. She tried to just lick the tips, but Melissa was having none of that and rudely thrust them completely into her young friend's mouth, and she held them there until Stephanie had finally licked them clean.
An odd expression crossed the dark-haired girl's face, her brows crinkled as she worked the strangely flavored substance over her tongue. Finally she asked, "All right. I give up. What was that? It had a really weird taste."
Fixing Stephanie's eye with her own, Melissa said, "That was your dad's come."
"What??!!" cried Stephanie loudly, causing Melissa to quickly shush her. "What?" Stephanie repeated in a softer voice. "How do you know? I mean, how do you know that's what it was, and how do you know it was my dad's?"
In a conspiratorial tone, Melissa said, "Remember how I told you there was more to the story about my brother?" Stephanie nodded slowly, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Well, I tasted his come this afternoon. And it tasted pretty much the same as that."
"Oh, my God! You're kidding! You're not kidding." Stephanie's eyes were wide. "I can't believe you never told me!"
"I will," promised Melissa, "My story isn't done yet."
Stephanie's eyes flashed lasciviously at the thought, and she felt the familiar oozing between her legs resume at the prospect of hearing more of her friend's incestuous tale. But her eyes narrowed again as a new thought crossed her mind. "Okay, just supposing that's what it really is – and I guess I have to take your word for it for now – but supposing that's what it is. How do you know who's it was; I mean, don't you think it's more likely Brad's?"
"Uh-uh," Melissa shook her head slowly. "What made me get up in the first place was hearing some kind of noise, like a groan, and it definitely wasn't Brad's voice. It didn't really sound like your dad, either, but it sure as shit wasn't Brad."
"Then how - ?"
"When I looked outside, there wasn't a sound from Brad's room, but the light suddenly went out in your dad's room. So your dad was still up." Her face grew serious. "I think it had to be your dad, listening to us outside the door, and jerking off."
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Shit, Mel! He actually heard us? He heard me? Saying all that about – what I was saying?" Stephanie finally shook her head ruefully, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "What am I going to do, Mel? How am I supposed to face him tomorrow?"
Melissa considered for a moment. "I don't think you should worry about it, Steph," she said slowly. "I mean, think about it for a minute. As long as you meant what you said about, you know, really wanting to have sex with him. Is that really how you feel?"
The dark-haired girl pondered before answering, in a voice so soft it was barely audible, "Yeah, it is. I mean, yeah, I do want to have sex with him. I know it sounds really sick or weird or something."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Melissa reached out and pulled her young friend close in a warm embrace. She held her close for a moment, stroking her friend's long black hair before whispering fiercely, "I don't care what anyone else thinks. I think we're both just discovering that we really like sex, and what's wrong with wanting to find out about it with guys that we love? I want to have sex with my own brother, and I don't feel sick. I mean it is a little weird. I admit it."
Stephanie giggled wetly through her tears, and Melissa had to laugh as well. "Okay, it's a lot weird." Her tone turned serious again. "But you know what? I don't give a shit. I mean, do you really care what all those prissy little girls in our class would think? Not that I'm going to tell them a thing," she added quickly. "But think about it, Steph. If we've decided that we're ready to start having sex, then whose business is it who we fuck but ours? Right?"
Stephanie nodded mutely, sniffling. She pulled her head back to face her friend, but continued to stay in Melissa's arms.
Melissa continued, "So what I'm saying is, I don't think you're sick or weird or anything. And if you want to fuck your dad, then I'm going to help you do it."
"Really?"
"Yep," Melissa laughed. "What are friends for? So let's think about what happened just now. I'm pretty darn sure that your dad was listening to us." Stephanie sucked in her breath in alarm at being reminded again.
"But wait a minute, Steph," Melissa went on quickly, "So what? What did he hear? He heard you, saying out loud how much you wanted him to fuck you. Since it's totally true, what's wrong with him knowing it? I think your dad loves you very much, way too much to ever want to fuck you in the first place if he didn't think you wanted to as much as he did."
Stephanie nodded as she realized the truth of her friend's analysis.
"And don't you think he wants you just as much?" Melissa pressed her argument. "I mean, what was he doing while he was hearing you coming and begging him to fuck you? Did he get mad? Did he yell at you about what a bad little girl you were? Hell, no. Steph, he was out there jerking himself off, making himself come at the same time as you. So do you think for one minute that he doesn't want to fuck you just as much?"
Stephanie's eyes were huge and glistening as she whispered, "You're right. Oh, God, you're right, Mel. It's like we were already fucking, huh? We just weren't in the same room."
Melissa chuckled indulgently at her friend's perspective, and added, "And you even got to taste his come afterward." She could see Stephanie's mouth move as she ran her tongue around the inside, reminded of the taste. "So it's like you've already done it, pretty much. You just need to go back into his room and get the rest of it."
Stephanie's mouth dropped open. "What? Tonight? You mean – Oh, Steph, I don't know." She looked suddenly very small and vulnerable. "I – I don't think I'm quite ready right now. I need to think about it a little bit more."
"Are you sure?" Melissa asked, "I mean, you seemed pretty sure a minute ago."
"Oh, I'm sure, all right. I mean, I definitely want to – soon. I just need a little time to kinda' work up the guts, you know what I mean? But I will, I promise."
Melissa looked at her friend kindly, "It's okay. Whenever you want to, whenever you're ready. And if you change your mind, that's okay, too. I'm not trying to talk you into doing anything you don't want to, especially that. I'm just saying that, well, whenever you're ready, I'll help however I can."
Stephanie looked relieved, and hugged Melissa close again. At that moment, both girls became aware of the fact that their naked young bodies were pressed closely against each other. However, neither pulled away. Melissa could feel the first stirrings of arousal, and began, almost unconsciously, to stroke her friend's smooth skin up and down her back.
Stephanie sighed deeply with pleasure, and started running her fingers softly over her taller friend's body as well, saying with heartfelt gratitude, "Thank you, Mel. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you for my friend."
"You'd probably already be in bed with your dad," Melissa mused. "I'm still thinking that I kind of blew it for you earlier in his room."
"Don't say that," cried Stephanie, "Don't even think that, not for one minute. If you hadn't of been there, I guarantee you, I never would have dared to be so, you know..."
"Slutty?" suggested Melissa, but with a grin to show she meant no insult.
Stephanie giggled. "I guess I was kind of shameless, huh? But that's what I'm saying," and her fingers crept down Melissa's back to caress her large, plump ass, "I only seem to really get that way when I'm around you. You make me feel all, oh, I don't know, you just make me want to be outrageous, and sexy and wild." Her fingers now worked their way deeply into the crevice of Melissa's ass, and Melissa felt her heart begin to pound in her chest, responding to her friend's seduction.
"Ohhhh, Steph," moaned Melissa, "What are you doing to me?"
"Just proving my point," whispered Stephanie, "I could never be like this with anyone but you. You bring out all the nasty girl in me." She nuzzled her lips against the taller girl's breast, kissing the nipple softly, eliciting another groan from Melissa. "Now why don't we get back in bed so you can finish this story of yours? And this time, I want to hear it all – about how you found out that you liked to have a finger in your ass when you come, and how you ended up tasting Keith's come. And you better not leave me hanging anymore."
"Okay, okay," Melissa said, her voice and body both trembling with arousal. "I promise. You'll hear it all."
Without another word, Stephanie broke off their Sapphic embrace and took her friend's hand, leading them back to her bed. They snuggled up facing each other, but as Melissa reached down to begin masturbating herself, Stephanie said softly but firmly, "This time, I want to touch you."
With a grin, Melissa willingly parted her legs to admit Stephanie's hand into her sopping pussy, sighing with lewd pleasure as the slender girl's fingers slipped readily into the copper-haired slit and unerringly homed in on her already erect clitoris. She moaned in ecstasy as Stephanie began to work her hand back and forth over the sensitive zone in a slow rhythm.
"You could touch me again, if you'd like," invited Stephanie.
Melissa didn't need to be asked twice, and soon the two twelve-year-olds were happily plunging their fingers into each other's cunts, teasing and probing, and giggling as one of their motions would produce a gasp or moan from the other.
Stephanie put her face very close to Melissa's, so close that she could feel and smell her friend's breath. Somehow, it didn't seem gross or unpleasant as it might have under other conditions. Instead, Melissa just felt as if she were so close to her friend that they were really the same body, breathing the same breath, their fingers deep inside each other.
"Tell me," whispered Stephanie. "Tell me now. Make me come again while you tell me about your brother and you."
So Melissa concentrated as best she could despite the distraction of the exquisite pleasure her friend was producing in her cunt, and began. Stephanie laughed so hard when Melissa related again the way the bar of soap had gotten stuck inside her and finally slipped out again that she had to interrupt her probing of Melissa's pussy for a moment to wipe away tears. But she eagerly resumed, and grew more and more aroused as Melissa went on to describe the way she'd frigged herself to another orgasm lying on the floor of the tub with the hot shower beating down on her, and the way she'd shoved a finger in her ass at the last moment the way she'd seen Keith do, and how good it felt.
By the time Melissa's story reached the part about Keith's stripping the towel from her and chasing her into her room, Stephanie was panting rapidly and her thrusts into her plump friend's cunt hole were becoming increasingly hard and rapid. She had worked three fingers inside Melissa's slick vagina, and was plunging them in and out, forcing the larger girl to squeeze out the rest of her story between frequent moans.
Melissa tried her best to keep up a rhythm with her own fingers in Stephanie's hot pussy, but it was nearly impossible for her to concentrate. Fortunately, Stephanie took over there as well, grinding her cunt onto Melissa's hand; all Melissa had to do was to keep her fingers stiff and outstretched while the slender girl simply impaled herself repeatedly on them.
Both girls were flushed and gasping for breath, their skin shining with sweat as they frantically plunged their fingers into each other's holes, but Stephanie demanded, "Don't! Don't come yet. Ohhhhh! I'm not going to come – aaaaaggggh – either. Not – shit! Not until you finish." She bent her head down to Melissa's well-developed young breast and suckled the stiff nipple greedily. "Go on!" she hissed, her mouth full of her friend's breast.
Melissa somehow managed to continue, blurting out between pre-orgasmic gasps and moans the story of how she and her brother had ended up wrestling, naked, on her bed, and how Keith had inadvertently had come, squirting his thick semen all over the skin of her back. Stephanie was deeply in an erotic delirium by this time, moaning and grunting as she drove her young cunt down as hard as she could onto Melissa's upthrusting fingers. She was sucking Melissa's nipples, alternating from one breast to the other as her body thrashed wildly, and she tongued and bit them with near desperation. She occasionally left off her insistent stroking of Melissa's throbbing and swollen clit to push three full fingers into her eager cunt hole, pushing them in almost viciously.
Melissa could feel her control slipping quickly; she knew that she would soon be past the point where she could hold back, so she gasped out the rest of the story as fast as she could, "So I scooped up his come on my fingers and I tasted it and it wasn't bad and Keith was freaked out and thought I was gonna' tell Mom but instead I grabbed his cock and squeezed more out and then I licked it off his cock omigod omigod omigod Steph I sucked his cock I actually stuck it in my mouth! I can't wait any more, Steph! Oh shit, I'm coming! I'm coming right now. Huuunngggghhhhhh! Oh, God, Steph! Come with me, come with me!"
Stephanie felt her own climax beginning to well up from inside her, and she bore down with her pelvis onto Melissa's hand, grinding her slippery cunt onto the impaling fingers as hard as she could. "I am," she grunted, removing her lips from their place at Melissa's breast, "I am, too."
Suddenly to Melissa's surprise, her friend shifted her position, driving her thumb deeply into Melissa's cunt hole, which was already convulsing rhythmically as she came. At the same time, Stephanie slid one of her newly-freed fingers, slippery with her friend's pussy slime, into Melissa's asshole in a single quick motion. Melissa screamed aloud at the unexpected anal penetration, and began to thrash her entire body.
"That's right! Come with me!" groaned Stephanie. "I'm inside your ass! Ohhhh, God! Holy fuck! I'm coming so hard. Hunnghhh! Hunnggh! Huungghh!"
Without warning, Stephanie pulled Melissa's lips to her own and plunged her tongue inside her red-haired friend's mouth. Melissa was too far gone into her wrenching orgasm to even register surprise. She welcomed the intrusion as fitting, completing Stephanie's penetration of all her orifices. She sucked greedily at Stephanie's thrusting tongue, vaguely conscious that her friend was inside her to a degree she hadn't thought possible.
The two seventh-graders writhed and clung to each other, drawing desperate gasps of air through their nostrils close to each other's ears as they kissed, their tongues wrestling frantically in each other's mouths. The only sound was the hissing of their breathing and their occasional animalistic grunts as successive waves of ecstasy rolled over their virgin bodies. They no longer had the energy to keep thrusting their hands into each other's holes; they simply held them in position and marveled at the way they could feel each new erotic spasm from within each other's cunts.
Finally, their climaxes tapered off, and the two girls broke off their kiss, pulled their fingers out from inside each other, and both flopped onto their backs, laughing weakly.
"Whoooo!" exhaled Stephanie. "That was the best one yet!"
Melissa breathlessly agreed, and then they fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. Melissa knew that they'd just crossed some sort of line. She'd just had sex with her best friend, she realized with a start. There was no denying it – if French kissing each other, touching each other's pussy, and making each other come didn't mean having sex with a girl, then what did? And what did that make her?
The silence seemed to bother Stephanie, too, for she asked, "Are you all right?" Her voice sounded worried, as if she, too, was trying to come to grips with what had just happened.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Melissa answered. "I was thinking about, you know, what we just did and everything."
"You're not freaked out, are you?" her friend wanted to know worriedly.
"No, that's just it. I'm not, not in the slightest. And that makes me wonder even more. I mean," She gulped before continuing, "We just kinda' had sex with each other, you know what I mean."
Stephanie was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I guess we did, huh? And now you're worried `cause you're not freaked out?"
"Something like that," Melissa nodded with a rueful smile. "I guess I'm thinking that I should be all disgusted with myself or something, unless I was, you know..."
"Gay? Lesbian?" suggested Stephanie.
"Yeah," admitted Melissa, curiously relieved now that the dreaded word had been spoken aloud.
"Well," asked her friend, "Do you feel like you aren't interested in guys anymore? Do you not think my brother's cute anymore? Do you not want to fuck your brother anymore?"
Melissa turned those thoughts over in her mind before answering, "No, I guess not. I mean, I don't feel any different about any of that." She paused a moment, then blurted, "But I do feel different about you. Something just happened, and I can't really explain it. I just feel like, what we just did was incredibly special, and just thinking about it, and you, makes me feel all funny inside. I don't know what it is, or how to explain it."
Stephanie turned to face her friend, and gently caressed the side of Melissa's face. "You don't have to explain it. I know exactly what it is, because I've been feeling the same way about you for weeks."
"Wh- what are you saying?" Melissa whispered.
"I'm saying I love you," Stephanie said simply, "I love you way more than as a friend, though you'll always be my best friend, too. But I love you, and I love turning you on and making you come, and being around you makes me feel more sexy and, oh, I don't know, alive than I ever knew I could."
Her voice was suddenly stifled by Melissa's lips on hers, and the two kissed long and tenderly, a sweet counterpoint to their impassioned first kiss in the throes of their climax minutes before. Their tongues gently entwined, exploring each other's sensitive mouths fully, while their fingers caressed each other's body slowly and intimately.
Finally Melissa pulled away, giving Stephanie's lower lip a playful bite as she did. "I love you, too, Steph. I don't know what that means for us, but I know I don't ever want to be away from you, and I want to do everything I can to make you happy, always."
"You wouldn't believe how good that makes me feel," Stephanie whispered, her eyes shining. "I've been feeling that way about you forever, it feels like, and I didn't know what I was going to do. I don't know why I can't just be normal, but I'm not. I fall in love with my best friend, and I still want to make love to my father."
Melissa kissed her softly again, then said, "Actually, I'm kinda' glad to hear you say that, `cause I'm still feeling like I'd like to try fucking my brother, too. I was worried that maybe this would mean we were, you know, `going steady'."
Stephanie laughed, but her eyes glowed. "That's really sweet of you to even think that. But there's no way. I still want to try fucking, starting with my father. And besides, whenever I get near you, then I feel like I want to fuck everybody. I never even seriously considered trying anything with Brad before tonight, but you got me so hot I even came while I was kissing him! So don't worry – we're still going to fuck guys. I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I knew you were there watching anyway!"
"Hmmmm. Does that mean that you won't fuck unless I'm the room? And do you expect me not to fuck any guys unless you're there? I think that might freak Keith out, at least at first."
Stephanie raised an eyebrow, "I don't know. From what I've heard about guys, they'd be even more `hot to trot' with a threesome. But don't worry. I don't expect you to hold back just `cause I'm not there. I mean, we might just have to take advantage of an opportunity when the opportunity's there, right?"
"Right!" agreed Melissa emphatically, then yawned hugely. "Jeez, I can't believe how tired I am all of a sudden."
"Maybe because it's almost three a.m. and we just made love to each other and made ourselves come a whole bunch of times," giggled Stephanie.
Melissa sighed, "Made love to each other. I love the way that sounds. We are lovers now, aren't we?"
Stephanie reached over and turned out the light on the nightstand before turning back and searching out Melissa's lips in the dark. They kissed soundly, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth. Finally Stephanie answered, "Yes, my love. Yes, we are lovers, and we're going to be lovers forever, no matter what happens, promise?"
"I promise," whispered Melissa. "And let's promise never to let any guy come between us, okay?"
Stephanie gave an evil chuckle, "Aw, gee. I kinda' like the idea of a guy coming between us. And then licking up his come afterwards."
Melissa laughed, but said, "You know what I mean. I don't want either of us feeling guilty if we happen to have sex with someone else, but I don't ever want anything or anybody to keep us from loving each other. So promise me, okay? Promise me that, if either of us has sex with someone else, that'll be okay, but we have to tell the other one about it first chance, and make her come while telling, so the other one can feel like they were part of it, too. Okay?"
"You've got a deal," yawned Stephanie. "Oh man. I guess we should try to get some sleep now. Goodnight, my love."
Melissa pulled the covers up over them both and then snuggled up close to Stephanie, who sighed contentedly. "Goodnight my love, my lover, my friend," whispered Melissa.
They were both asleep within seconds.