Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 06:54:14 -0800
From: Suzanne Wright <storeegurl@inbox.com>
Subject: Siblings - Part 25 - Junior Year

Storeegurl (Suzi) has abandoned her hobby of erotic story writing. Her life
has undergone some changes and she has graciously entrusted me to finish
off this series, 'Siblings' for her.  This and all succeeding installments
except the final one were penned by her, but out of sync with the
chronology, and were held for future posting. So there are large time gaps
between some installments. Actually the email address is now mine as she
gave me access to it. When Siblings is finished, the Storeegurl email
account will cease to exist as well. I will not be involved with any of her
other published stories.

Suzi sends her thanks to each and every reader and especially to those who
took time to write to her in the past.

My name is Rita and I hope you enjoy the final few episodes of the Siblings
saga.

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These stories contain descriptions of high school age siblings (and maybe
adults) engaging in bisexual, lesbian sex, gay sex and straight sex as well
as incest. Names are changed to protect the participants. If you are
underage or if reading this is illegal where you live then leave and do not
read it. The story is the property of the author who retains all rights and
it may not be reproduced or published in any way without permission of the
owner.

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Siblings Part 25 - Junior Year


My third year of high school began with no fanfare.  Deen and I were still
getting together when she could get away from Wil.  I had always shied away
from getting too closely associated with any one guy so I was just floating
along as usual but pretty much doing without ... except for Josh, which
wasn't happening very often either.  Josh and Jenny were both seniors and
were as inseparable as ever.

About a week and a half into the semester, Deen, Tanya and I were on our
lunch period, eating, talking and laughing at a four seat table. Out of the
blue, or so it seemed, a guy who was unkown to any of us, was standing
beside me holding a food tray.

"May I sit with you Ladies?" he asked.

We all looked up, then at each other, Deen snickered, Tanya just had a
quizzical look on here face and I was just a bit stunned because almost
never does a strange guy invade the privacy of a group of only girls in the
cafeteria.

I smiled sweetly and said "There are seats at several tables with some of
the other guys."

"You three seemed to be having so much fun, I was hoping I could join
you. But .... I understand.  Enjoy your lunch, I'm sorry I interrupted,"
and he walked away.

He was quite a handsome guy.  Tall, probably a bit over six feet, not fat
or too thin, with sandy colored hair and blue eyes. Yes I took a good look.
He didn't make me tingle but ... he was definitely worth a second look.  We
discussed him a little, wondering who he was, was he steering clear of the
other guys? or just not into the usual guy stuff of sports, cars and
trucks.

Lunch ended and I was off to Sociology class.  The teacher, Mr. Miller,
seats his classes alphabetically, so being Olsen, I was not up front.  The
seat to my left was empty which seemed odd but I skipped wondering about
it.

After he started his lecture, the door opened and in walked the newbie from
lunch.  He and Mr. Miller chatted a short time and then he was introduced
to the class as a new student.  His name was Tyler Ormand and should be
welcomed and afforded any help necessary so he could fit in quickly.

"Jamie, please hold up your hand."

I did, then he said "Your seat is the one next to Jamie. Please be seated
and I will continue the class."

So, Tyler Ormand, for the second time within about a half hour, is within
arms reach of me. He definitely was a handsome dude.  I looked him over
quite well between the time the door opened and he took the seat beside me.

I looked his way and smiled and he leaned as if to say something but I put
my finger to my lips indicating he should be quiet as Mr. Miller is a real
hard nose about talking in class.

When the bell rang and we were excused, he said "Jamie? ... May I talk to
you now?"

I turned to face him and he was wearing a huge smile and I knew instantly
that he was just being facetious about it, but I said "Sure, but I had to
stop you because he is really strict about talking during his classes and I
didn't want you to get in trouble on your first day with him."

"Thanks for caring," he smiled, then continued as we walked toward the
door, "I really would like to talk with you if you will allow me the time."

"I can do that but it will have to be after last period.  I don't have any
free time until then."

"Great.  Where can we meet?"

"How about ..... oh I know .... how about the hall in front of the
cafeteria.  That should be easy for you to find."

"Yep, I can do that.  Thanks.  See you then.  Bye," as he blended into the
sea of people in the hallway.

So ... after my last period I headed for the cafeteria.  He was there,
leaning against the wall.  As I approached him, he was eyeing me up and
down.  I was wearing some long baggy shorts, sneakers with footlet type
socks and a sleeveless knit top.  He was in jeans and a Daytona t-shirt.

"I hoped you didn't forget me," he said with a chuckle.

"Nah, I wouldn't do that to you.  If I wasn't going to show I wouldn't have
agreed to meet you.  So what's up?"

"Really, I just wanted to meet you and learn a little about you."

"And .... why is that so important?"

"Well, ... I'm not a nut but you may think I am.  When I saw you at lunch,
.... it was like you were the only other person in there."

"What do you mean?"

"It's hard to explain, .... everything was kind of a blur .... except for
you and you seemed to be ..... like a bright light that attracted my eyes
to you.  Then as I got closer .... it was like .... you were a magnet,
drawing me closer. I couldn't see anyone in the room other than you. You
are extremely attractive Jamie and I just couldn't fight the urge to barge
in like I did.  Do you think I'm crazy, or lying or....."

"No. I don't think that at all. I believe things like that happen now and
then.  So you are new here?"

"Well , yeah, new to this school anyway."

"Oh, where did you move from?"

"Westburg, it's just outside of Brookville.  A suburb I guess you call it."

"Do you play any sports?"

"Nah, I am not very athletic.  I like to run a little and I enjoy bowling
but that's about it."

"I like to jog. Maybe we could take a jog together sometime."

He said "That sounds like a plan. Any chance I live close to you?  We are
on Oaklyn by the park."

"Oh, yeah, that's close.  I live across the park from you, just a few
blocks away."

"Great.  Since tomorrow is Saturday, do you want to meet in the morning for
a run?"

"Sure.  I usually go by myself but I like having company too.  Say eight
o'clock by the swimming pool?"

"I will be there early so I don't miss you," he said with a warm smile.

"OK. See you then .... and you better not stand me up," I said with a
laugh.

"No chance of that happening, bye,"

"Bye Tyler" I said as I went down the hall.

When I went out the door to go home, Deen was waiting.

"Where you been girl?"

"Talking to that guy, ... Tyler .... who wanted to sit with us at lunch."

"You're kidding me .... aren't you? .... no you're not .... I can see it in
your eyes .... tell me everything."

"Nothing to tell really, .... at least not yet," I said with a grin and a
wink, "we are going to go for run together tomorow morning.  Meeting him in
the park by my house."

"Hmmm, .... got a date already and you say nothing to tell."

"He seems nice, he's cute and .... "

Deen laughed as I hesitated "And?  you are already thinking about
undressing him.  Slut Jamie ...  can't say I blame you," and she laughed
again.

So, Saturday morning rolled around and I went to the park, dressed in a
snug t-shirt and a pair of teeny sport shorts.  My hair in a pony tail so
it could swing and bob as I ran.  Guys seemed to like that.

He showed up in shorts as well, a t-shirt announcing some 10K run on the
front and tight bicycle shorts. I tried to judge the size of his
... equipment ... but he must have worn a jock strap or something because I
couldn't see anything but a smooth hump.

We said our 'hellos' and in a few minutes we were off. Jogging along at a
slow pace and chatting as we went. As I found out more about him, I
actually thought I could like him.  He was on an engineering track for
college and quite smart as well as being cute as hell.

He was more of a runner than I and he could see I was tiring a little so we
turned and headed back toward the park.  When we reached it we were walking
the cool down routine and still talking.  We found a bench and sat for a
while.

"Jamie .... do you feel safe around me now?"

"I guess.  Why?"

"Are you free to go out tonight?  Maybe go bowling?"

"I'm not much of a bowler, Tyler.  I think I have been twice in my life,
but .... yeah .... I'm free."

"Great, if you want we could have some dinner at the buffet next to the
bowling alley."

"OK. Sounds good to me. Do you know where I live?"

"Nope.  I was hoping you would tell me," he said with a mischievous grin.

"It isn't far.  C'mon, I'll show you."

So we walked to my house and sat on the front step for a bit, chatting
about school mostly.

As he got up to leave, he asked, "What time shall I pick you up?"

"Oh geez, I don't know .... how's seven sound?"

"Can we make it six thirty?"

"Sure.  I'm flexible."

"I just thought you probably had a curfew and the earlier we start the more
time I can spend with you."

"Is there a compliment in there?" I asked with a wink.

"See you at six thirty," he said flashing his smile and then he was gone.

I took a shower, a nap and then just lazed around most of the afternoon.  I
started getting dressed about five thirty.  Low rider jeans, a loose top
with just cut-outs instead of sleeves and it showed a little skin around my
waistline.  Sandals and no socks finished the job but I did put socks in my
purse. Tyler had told me I would have to wear socks with the shoes at the
bowling alley. My hair was down and on my shoulders.  A touch of blush and
a light coat of lip gloss and I was ready.  For what I didn't really know
... but ... I was ready.

He rang the doorbell, I greeted him and since no one else was home, we were
on our way. He held my hand as we walked to car.  Inside I thought maybe he
would go for a kiss but no move at all. He didn't seem shy but he certainly
wasn't aggressive.

We ate at the buffet and then went to the bowling alley where we messed
around a while before we got shoes and a ball for each of us.  The lanes
were all in use and we had to wait about a half hour.  We bowled three
games and my bowling sucked.  He was pretty good at it and beat me
easily. But we had a lot of fun at it.

We left and he asked if there was a place where the others congregate on
weekends.

I snickered and said "I don't really know but the ones who want to make out
go to the park down by the riverfront."

He smiled and said "Not sure about that.  This is our first date and I
don't want to be thought of as a make-out artist."

He opened the car door for me and I got in. After he got in he didn't
immediately start the engine.

I looked at him and said, "I was just answering your question.  It wasn't
an invitation to take me there."

He turned to me and after several seconds, he said "I really like you
Jamie.  You are a down to earth real person.  Not like some of the others I
have seen since I came to Atlas."

"Thank you," I said as I moved toward him.

I put my hand out and placed it on his right cheek as I turned his face
more toward me. I scooted up in the seat and put my lips to his for a very
short, light kiss.

He looked a bit shocked as I said "If you want to go to the riverfront,
it's OK."

"Maybe we will do that another time. Let's go get some ice cream.  What do
you think?"

"Sounds great to me too.  But I must correct you on one thing .... this is
our second date.  The first one was this morning when we went running," I
said through a huge smile.

"Yeah, I guess you're right.  Second date would be alright to try to make
out huh?"

"Actually, I was thinking more like the third or fourth for that."

"Oh, that long?" he snickered.

"Well, whenever the time is right.  You will know."

So we went to a DQ and had some ice cream and later a coke as we sat and
talked and talked until they were almost ready to close up.

He took me home and at the front door we kissed goodnight a couple of times
without getting too heated.  I kept my lips closed as I was saving my
tongue to use as the signal that it was time to really make out. I liked
him but I didn't want to seem too easy and scare him away.

We had lunch a couple of times together the next week at school.  We went
out again on Friday night.  Date number three.  I knew he was counting.  So
was I.  Tyler was apologetic saying that he would love to see me again on
Saturday but he had prior plans and couldn't get out them.  I didn't
complain and kissed him quite hotly with some tongue but not a lot.

"Damn, I wish I could break those plans. We could have date number four
tomorrow," he said.

"It's OK Tyler, next Friday or Saturday will be here before you know it," I
said softly, "be patient."

Saturday found Deen at my house wanting to know all about how things were
going. Wanted to know if we had done 'it' yet and how it was, how big was
he and all that.

She seemed disappointed that we hadn't had sex yet.  But after I explained
everything she kind of understood but was still somewhat confused because I
was usually the agressor.

We got really hot together talking about sex and wound up having a round of
our own, which was very satisfying as it had been about two weeks since we
had been together. Each of us had a couple of very nice orgasms and took a
great shower together with my Mr. Purple in attendance.

The next week was similar and Tyler asked me out again for Friday. I
accepted and when Friday rolled around, I knew he was going to be
disappointed again.  Before I left for school, my period started.  Since I
am on the pill, my periods are not real strong and sometimes they kind of
sneak up on me because I have no pre-menstrual cramping or any of that.  It
just starts flowing.  Fortunately, they usually last only two and sometimes
three days, so that isn't too bad I guess.

Anyway, we went to a movie, hit the DQ for some ice cream again and took it
with us.  I could tell he was headed for the river and I didn't say
anything to dismay him.

Arriving and parking at the lesser used end of the area, he scooted the
seat back as far as it would go and turned to face me.  I turned to him. We
kissed and his tongue pushed at my lips.  I couldn't help but open for him
and we played tongue games and enjoyed a long, hot, really wet kiss.  We
were both breathing harder when it ended.  We scooted together and then
scooted to my side with my back against the door as we met for another
kiss.  His hand found its way to my breast and his fingers lightly massaged
it through my shirt and bra.

I was getting really hot and so was he.  I had to cool him down and give
him the bad news.  I pushed him up and squirmed to sit myself a little more
upright.

"Tyler, .... I'm .... I .... uh .... I have something I have to tell you.
You aren't gonna like it but I can't help it."

"What?  What's up?  I don't understand,"

"OK, I am a woman, girl, whatever, and we have this pesky once a month
thing that happens to us."

"Oh no.  I can't believe this.  You're on your period?  I was really
looking forward to this night.  I know you can't help it though."

"I am sorry Tyler.  I know what I told you and this is our fourth date but
I guess we'll just have to wait for number five."

He didn't say anything but I could tell he was not a happy camper.

"But, hey, that doesn't mean we cant kiss and carry on somewhat.  I mean
.... I am not untouchable, but that is why I wore jeans tonight.  I had
planned to wear a skirt but changed my plan when my period started this
morning."

He pulled me to him for a kiss and we started all over again.  This time he
was more forward in reaching for my breasts.  He pulled my shirt out of my
jeans and played around with the bare skin between my bra and my jeans.

I held his wrist and pulled his hand up to my breast and then let it go.
He took the hint and soon was fumbling for the hooks at my back.  They
weren't there.

I pulled away from the kiss and whispered, "The hook is in the front
between them."

Silently he found the hook and soon my breasts were free and uncovered as
he pushed the cups to the sides. Then my shirt was pushed up around my neck
and I was bare from waist to shoulders.  His mouth found my nipple and he
delivered a very gentle sucking and licking maneuver which told me he
wasn't a beginner at this stuff.

I worked my hand down between us and felt his erection through his pants.
It felt hot and it was super stiff.  I rubbed around on it, sliding my palm
up and down as I pushed against it.

"Jamie, that feels soooo good.  Baby you make me so hot," he said as his
panting breath interrupted his words.

I pushed my fingers under his belt and he raised up to loosen it and
unzipped his fly.  My hand slid inside his shorts and found his heated
tool.  I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed gently as he moaned and
tickled my ear with his hot breath.

I stroked him a few times and we both shifted positions a little to allow
us better access to each other. His pants and shorts were down to his knees
now. He worked on my lips and my breasts and I played with his balls and
stroked his nice hard cock. He was about the same size as Josh but he was
not circumsized.  His foreskin was not long though as it was pulled behind
the head on its own without any help from me.

The windows were steamed and anyone who looked could guess what was going
on in here but we were beyond caring at that point.

I started moving around and away from him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Ssshhh .... just sit still a minute,"

I slid off the seat and into the floor on my knees without letting go of
his dick.  I raised up and leaned over and kissed the head of it and got a
taste of his pre-cum.

His hands found my hair but instead of pushing me down on his cock, he
lifted my head and looked into my eyes.

"You don't have to do that Jamie.  I can .... "

I held his hard dick as I said "If I felt I HAD to do it .... I wouldn't.
I WANT to do this. I want to suck your beautiful cock for you. So just
relax and let us both enjoy it .... and .... I swallow."

He said nothing as his fingers left my hair and he laid his head back with
his eyes closed as I went back to work.  Soon he was squirming a bit and
moaning between telling me how good it felt and to keep it going.  Like I
was going to stop?  Not!!!

Soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of his semen as his rigid cock spasmed
several times and I could feel it hitting the back of my mouth.  I
swallowed as usual and relished the feel and taste that I had been missing
for a while now.

When I pulled off him I felt a drip run down my chin and I had his wetness
still on my lips and tongue. I moved up and pulled him down to meet me.  I
wasn't sure if he was still riding his ejaculation high or if he knew what
was happening but my lips met his and my tongue slipped in between his
lips.  He didn't pull away or even show any revulsion at tasting and
feeling his own cum in his mouth.  He held my head and we kissed long and
hard with his tongue working into my mouth as well.

We pulled apart and I held his now softening cock as I sat beside him and
he said "You're fantastic Jamie," and he turned for another kiss that
didn't linger very long as he was still panting a little.

"Thanks.  I'm glad you liked it," I said with a huge grin.

"What's not to like when a beautiful girl goes down on you without being
asked and doesn't stop for anything."

I snickered and whispered in his ear, "Did you enjoy the wet kiss after I
finished?"

He stammered a bit before he said "Uh .... yeah .... I guess .... it was
different for sure but I thought .... well if she likes it .... it can't be
all bad."

"I'm glad you let me.  It tells me you are more adventurous than I first
thought.  I like that," as I kissed him again with my tongue exploring his
mouth again.

"I think I should get you home Jamie.  Being with you like this is making
me really horny and I know we can't go past what we've already done, which
makes it even worse for me."

"I know.  I'm about to explode too."

So away we went.  Arriving at my house, we sat in the car a few minutes as
we kissed several times and talked a little.

I told him, "My period will be over by Monday, so maybe Tueday evening we
could go out for a while and not stay too late on a school night."

He kind of stumbled on his words as he said "I can't on Tuesday.  Uh
..... I have another commitment .... plus Mom and Dad don't like for me to
date on school nights."

"Oh, OK.  Well then I guess except for getting together at school I'll see
you next Friday or maybe Saturday?"

"Friday works a lot better for me Jamie, if thats alright?"

"Sure. But I'd be glad to work a Saturday in sometime too."

We got out and walked to the door, kissed again and again and I reached
down and squeezed his crotch as I slid my tongue deep into his mouth.  His
hands grabbed my butt and pulled us tight.

I pulled back and said "See you at school Monday, but you can call me
anytime you know on my cell."

"I know, and I will,"

"Goodnight Tyler."

"Goodnight Jamie."

And he was in his car and gone.  Now I had questions in my mind.  What was
wrong with Saturdays? and how does a sixteen year old acquire so many
'commitments'?  But everything else seemed to be going great between us so
maybe I should just let it slide.

I went in, showered and went to bed.  It was after midnight. But ... I
couldn't sleep.  I needed to know an answer to what was bugging me about
him.

First thing Monday I found him at school and yanked him aside.

"My Mom is going to be gone this coming Saturday night .... all night
.... I would love for you to be there with me .... stay the night
.... really get to know each other .... how about it?"

"I wish I could Jamie, but Saturdays are just no good for me.  I can't do
that.  I am sorry Babe .... just not possible."

"Well, alright I guess.  I was hoping you could.  I would love for our fist
time to be in my bed instead of the back seat of your car .... but
.... whatever. I am busy this Friday so we won't be able to go out that
night either."

That Saturday Mom really was gone and she told me I could use her car. So I
gassed it up and parked a couple of houses away from Tylers. His car was
there so I knew he was home.  Later, as I sat waiting, on my 'stakeout', he
came out and got into his car and left.  I followed him.  He led me over to
the highway and out of town toward Brookville.  Actually all the way to
Brookville.  He pulled into the driveway of a house and got out.  After he
knocked on the door, a pretty young blonde girl answered, carrying a small
child, a boy no more than a year old.

The had a long passionate kiss at the doorway before he took the child from
her and played with him, kissing him and being quite friendly.  Then they
all went inside. I left and went down the street to get a burger and go
pee. Then I went back.  His car was still there.  I waited, waited and
waited some more.  The lights went off and on in different rooms at times.
Eventually they were all off.  I looked at my clock and it was after 11PM.
From that I presumed that he was staying the night with them.  I was
furious, confused, and just plain pissed at what I had seen and had
surmised from that.  I left and drove back home.

Sunday morning I called his house and of course he wasn't home.  His Mother
wanted to know who I was and if I wanted to leave a message. I told her I
was Jamie and asked for him to call me when he gets home.

It was late afternoon, like almost 5PM when he called.

"What's up, Jamie?"

"Oh not much with me, how about you?"

"Mom said you called?"

"Yeah, I did.  Can you come over here .... now?  I really need to talk to
you .... and not on the phone."

"Hold on .... (I heard even though he covered the phone with his hand)
.... Mom .... is it alright if I go over to Jamie's house?  she is going to
help me with chemistry."

"(Still muffled) Yeah, she's in my class .... I shouldn't be gone too
long. Ok .... I will."

So the SOB was lying to his Mother about me.

"OK, I will be there in just a few minutes."

"Just come around back, I will be back on the patio."

"See ya' in a few."

Was this dude in for a big surpise.  I felt mean and I dressed in my
shortest short shorts, a teeny halter that only covered about a third of my
breasts and flip flops.  I sat and waited for him.

He came around the corner of the house and said "There you are .... Hi
Baby, " as he came close like he was going to kiss me.

I turned my head and said "Sit over there if you don't mind."

"What's going on with you anyway?"

"That is my question for you .... do you have any secrets you might share
with me .... the girl you are so hell bent on having sex with?"

"Secrets? .... no .... do you have any?"

"I'm not joking, Tyler.  Tell me why you can't ever see me on Saturday
night."

"It's just that I have other committments and my parents won't let me out
of them."

"What kind of committments?"

He hesitated and stared at the pavement before he said anymore, "I can't
tell you that .... I'm sorry, I just can't."

"OK... for now .... you want to fuck me .... right?  So what makes you
think I am going to let you do that if you can't share things like that
with me?"

He just looked down and shook his head slightly.

"You can't tell me .... that you have a blonde girlfriend, with a baby, in
Brookville?"

"Who told you that load of crap?"

"You did."

"What do you mean?"

"I followed you last night.  I had to know what was going on with you
before things went any farther.  I saw you kiss her, play with her baby, go
in the house .... and not leave before the lights were turned off.  Then
you didn't get home until late this afternoon.  Care to explain any of
that?"

"Damn it .... OK ....  she isn't my girlfriend.  She is my wife, her name
is Abby and the baby is ours. Her parents insisted we get married but they
wouldn't let us live together until we are both past eighteen."

I was about to erupt but I got it under control before I said "So good old
Jamie was going to be your Friday fuck before you went to spend your
Saturday night with your wife."

"I really like you Jamie .... Abby and I aren't in love .... "

"Ha ha ha, the way she kissed you I would say maybe YOU aren't in
love. Maybe she would like to meet me sometime soon, now that I know where
she lives."

He had no answer, so I continued, "Well, we are finished, Stud. I don't do
married men and I can't stand liars. Just so you know this too, .... if I
so much as see you even say 'Hi' to another girl, I will be there to ask
how your wife and baby are doing and you know how fast dirt spreads through
the school.  You have had your last date with anyone from Atlas .... or
anywhere else if I happen to see you with them."

"Jamie ...."

I cut him off saying, "Get the fuck out of my life you scumbag and don't
even look at me again ..."

He stood, still looking down and not at me, before he turned and
disappeared around the house.

I was so upset, I started crying and I never cry.  It wasn't over the
bust-up.  I was just so mad I couldn't do anything else.  So I sat and
cried for a while.  Then I pulled off my shorts and started masturbating
.... the vision that came to me was .... the last time I saw Kerval
.... when I had just sucked him off .... he fingered me to an orgasm and I
promised to fuck him.  But it never happened.  So his memory helped relieve
my tension and stress.

He stayed away from me at school and we never spoke another word to each
other.  Before the end of the semester, he withdrew from school and I never
saw him again. When I told Deen what had happened she was almost as irate
as I had been.


................................to be continued...............................

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