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 Totem by This Guy Chapter 1 The suppressed giggles that accompanied the
next stop in the museum tour were completely predictable.  The little
terra-cotta figure was roughly shaped, but there was absolutely no doubt
whatsoever that it was male; and high-school students are not notable for
their restraint when it comes to sex.  Even Gina diCosta, who normally took
field-trips very seriously, leaned over and whispered in amusement to her
friends Sam Raven and Cameron Robertson,

   "Jeez, he could fish with that thing!"

   to which Cameron promptly replied,

   "As long as he's careful with the hook!"

   The long-suffering tour guide was used to this reaction from school
groups.  She waited for the chuckling to subside before launching into her
spiel.

   "Believe it or not, this is one of the most important items in the
Pre-Columbian collection here at the museum.  This is a totem figure,
probably representing (as you've no doubt guessed) a fertility spirit." She
paused while more giggles arose, then went on.  "Shamans used figures like
this to summon spirits to possess them and grant them supernatural powers.
In many tribes the office of Shaman was hereditary, and figures like these
were carefully handed down from father to son, and protected like treasured
possessions.  Any questions?"

   After one or two token queries, the tour guide led the group into the
next room.  Sam, Gina and Cameron lingered for a moment behind the others.
The three of them were all "good kids" and serious students, and tended to
hang out together.  They were tolerated by their classmates -- Sam and
Cameron both boxed, and Gina was on the gymnastics team, which saved them
from the opprobrium normally heaped on the studious -- but were certainly
not in the social center of things.  Cameron was thin, with sandy hair and
a prominent Adam's apple; Sam was a bit shorter and stockier, with straight
black hair and dark brown eyes framed by surprisingly dark lashes; Gina was
short and slender, though curvy enough that her figure had given her some
trouble in gymnastics when she started to develop.  Gina wore her long
blonde hair in tight braids, and thick glasses which she took off only to
compete or to sleep.  Sam secretly thought that Gina would have been very
pretty if she had worn her hair differently, dressed in something other
than baggy sweatshirts and jeans, and worn contact lenses, but he had never
ventured to tell her that -- she had a very sharp tongue when annoyed, and
he had always been a bit shy with girls, even his friends.

   The three of them were sophomores, but had been friends since elementary
school.  Cameron was the most voluble and outgoing, but Sam, though
quieter, generally determined what the trio would do.

   Contemplating the statue, Cameron commented "Not what I would call a
work of art."

   "Oh, I don't know," said Gina, giggling again.  "It sort of grows on
you!"

   The other two gave obligatory groans, and Cameron said, "Say, Sam,
you're part Indian, aren't you?  You might be descended from a Shaman."

   "My dad was half-Indian," Sam conceded, "but it probably isn't even from
the same tribe."

   Gina was reading the card by the figure.  "It says this was found near
here.  Your father was from this area, wasn't he?"

   "There you go!" Cameron said.  "Go ahead.  Summon up a spirit!"

   "Ha ha," Sam said sourly.  In truth, he found the sight of the little
figure strangely disturbing.  Trying for bravado, he added "OK.  Come on
spirit!  Up and at 'em!" and patted the figure on the head.

   As soon as his flesh touched the rough clay a feeling like a powerful
electric shock surged through him.  Sam staggered back.  Gina and Cameron
seized his arms to keep him from falling over backward.

   "What happened?" Gina asked.  "Are you all right?"

   "I'm fine," Sam mumbled, shaking his head to clear it.  There was a low
rumbling in his ears, like the roar of the sea in a sea shell.  He felt
dazed, and his limbs seemed loose and unconnected.

   "What did you touch it for?" Cameron demanded nervously.  "You might
have set off an alarm!"

   "Forget it," Sam said, shaking off their hands unsteadily.  "Let's catch
up with the group."

   The three of them hurried into the next room after the others.  The
roaring in Sam's ears seemed to get louder with every step.  He could no
longer feel the floor under his feet.  Gray spots began to swirl in front
of his eyes, and his vision contracted to a bright point just in front of
him.  He seemed to be floating in a cloud.  Then the ground rushed up to
meet him and everything went black.

   Chapter 2 When Sam awoke he was in bed in a large white room, with
white-dressed people all around him.  His arm was slightly sore, and hard
objects were pressed against his scalp, which itched.  It took him a few
seconds to realize that he was in a hospital; there was an IV drip in his
arm and sensors stuck to his head and chest.

   An older man leaned over and said, "Hello, Sam.  How are you feeling?"

   Sam thought about that for a moment.  He still felt light-headed and
weak, and the roaring in his ears was still there, but only very faintly.

   "I feel all right, I guess," he said.  "What happened?"

   "What do you remember?" the doctor (as Sam deduced he was) asked.

   "I was at the museum," Sam recalled.  "Everything went gray...I guess I
must have fainted," he added with chagrin.

   Looks were exchanged, and the doctor said, "More than just fainted. 
You've been unconscious for three days."

   "Three days!" Sam said.  He added that up.  "You mean, today is Friday?"

   "That's right," the doctor said, smiling a bit.  "So, you can figure out
what day it is?"

   "Sure," Sam said, confused.  Why shouldn't he be able to?  "What's wrong
with me?"

   "Well, we don't exactly know that," the doctor admitted.  "Your heart
and breathing seemed fine, and your brain activity was...well, not exactly
normal, but certainly didn't indicate any damage.  X-rays and MRI didn't
show any injury.  It was just like you were asleep."

   "Asleep for three days?" Sam said.

   "Yes.  If you feel up to it, we'd like you to take some tests," the
doctor went on.  "Perhaps we can figure out what happened."

   "Sure, I feel up to it," Sam said.

   "Wonderful!" the doctor beamed.  "We'll get them ready.  But first you
should see your family...they've been very worried about you."

   "They're here?" Sam asked.

   "They've been here most of the last three days," the doctor said, rising
to his feet.  "I'll send them in."

   Sam's mother Caroline and his sister Joan entered the room quietly, as
though expecting to find him at death's door.  The two of them looked very
similar -- his mother tall, with red hair and green eyes, his sister a bit
shorter with auburn hair, but otherwise taking after her mother.  Sam had
always looked more like his father, James, whom he barely remembered.  Sam
grinned at his mother and sister as reassuringly as possible, and Caroline
threw her arms around him and held him tightly.

   "We were so worried about you," she said.  Sam could feel that she was
crying against him, and Joan's eyes were also bright.  He was embarrassed,
and guilty that he had worried them so much.

   "It's all right, Mom," he said, patting her back clumsily.  "I'm fine."

   "How do you feel?" Joan asked, taking his hand.  This too was an unusual
display -- she was only a year older than him, and normally they were
careful to maintain their personal space.  She often pretended to disdain
her younger brother, but her real affection for him was obvious now.  Sam
felt flattered and gratified.

   "I'm all right," he said.  "A little weak is all.  Sorry to worry you."

   His mother looked up, wiping her eyes.  "The doctors couldn't figure out
what was wrong.  You just seemed to be asleep, but you couldn't wake up."
Her eyes clouded again at the memory.

   "Well, I'm awake now," Sam hastily said.  "The doctors want to do some
tests, but I feel fine.  None the worse for wear."

   "Gina was saying you just did it to get out of your algebra test," Joan
joked, trying to ease the tension.

   Sam smiled.  "Well, I imagine Mrs.  Gray will just make me make it up."
His mother managed a somewhat watery smile.

   A nurse poked her head into the room and cleared her throat
apologetically.  "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to start the tests."

   "Give us a minute," Sam protested, but Caroline promptly got up and
started to leave.

   "No, no, they should do whatever they need to.  We'll talk later," she
said.  Joan followed, but paused at the door and looked back.

   "See you later, squirt," Joan said with a smile, and tossed her hair as
she left.

   The nurse started fussing over his IV connection and the different
sensors.  Sam smiled as he remembered seeing his mother and sister, and how
concerned they had been.  They were very pretty, he thought idly, listening
to the faint rumbling sound in his head.  Very sexy.  Funny he had never
noticed that before.

   Chapter 3 The tests took most of the rest of the day, and while they
didn't seem to tell the doctors anything, it was decided that he was no
longer in immediate danger.  He was moved out of intensive care into an
ordinary room, but they told him that he had to stay for at least another
day while they did still more tests.

   His mother and sister rejoined him for dinner, and talked for a couple
of hours about what had been going on in school while he'd been
unconscious. Eventually visiting hours ended, and they had to leave,
promising to come again first thing the next morning.

   It was nice to be free of the IV and sensors, but Sam found that he
couldn't sleep.  The bed was comfortable enough.  It was fairly dark,
though light came in under the door from the corridor.  He just felt
wide-awake.  Perhaps, having slept for three days straight, his body didn't
feel the need for rest.  He lay there, staring up at the ceiling in the dim
light and listening to the faint roaring in his ears.  He'd mentioned that
to the doctors, who had discussed something called `tinnitus,' but hadn't
seem much enlightened.  It really sounded, he thought, like the murmur of
many voices; like a large crowd very far away.  It was strange, but not
unpleasant.

   At about two in the morning, the night nurse made her rounds.  Looking
in at his door, she saw that he was still awake and entered.

   "Hi," the nurse said softly.  "Are you all right?  Do you need
anything?"

   Sam looked at her.  She was quite pretty, with dark brown hair, and her
close-fitting white uniform emphasized a rather nice figure.  It was too
too dark to distinguish her eye color, but they were light and concerned.

   "I'm fine," Sam answered.  "I'm just not very tired." Strangely, the
roaring sound seemed a bit louder now, but it wasn't distracting.

   "Not tired?" the nurse repeated.

   "No," Sam said.  He smiled and added, "It's not like I've done anything
to wear me out."

   The nurse smiled too.  "No, I don't suppose you have." She walked to the
door and shut it, flipping on the light switch before turning back to him.
Her eyes were blue -- bright blue.  "But maybe you should."

   "Should what?" Sam asked.

   The nurse started to unbutton the front of her uniform.  "Should do
something to wear you out."

   Part of Sam was astonished.  Another part accepted what was happening at
once, as right and proper.  The nurse quickly undid her uniform and took it
off, tossing it onto a chair.  She was wearing a plain white bra and
panties.  She bent over and untied her shoes, removing them, then took off
her socks as well.  Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra and set it aside
as well.  Her breasts were as large as her outline had suggested, firm and
well-shaped, with dark nipples standing out from her skin.  Last, she slid
her panties down and stepped out of them.  Dark hair curled between her
legs.  Sam had a carefully-concealed stash of men's magazines, but he had
never seen a nude woman in the flesh.  She was really lovely, rounded and
alluring.

   "Do you like what you see?" she asked with some amusement, as Sam
eagerly drank in the sight.

   "Yes," he said.  "You're beautiful."

   "Thank you." The nurse smiled and walked towards him.  "Why don't you
feel my breasts for a while?  Be gentle."

   Sam needed no urging.  He took the firm mounds in his hands, kneading
them, then stroking the erect nipples, pulling and tugging gently.  She
sighed in pleasure, and leaned forward slightly to give him better access.
Sam fondled her for a few minutes, luxuriating in the warm touch of her.

   "Can I suck them?" he asked after a while.

   "Of course," the nurse said promptly.  She lowered one plump nipple to
his lips, and he tentatively flicked it with his tongue before taking it in
his mouth.  She was moaning softly now.  Sam sucked first one breast, then
the other, rolling the nipples with his lips and tongue, while stroking the
other breast with his fingers.  He moved his free hand between her legs,
feeling heat and moisture there.  He traced the line of the lips, then slid
a finger into her, pumping it slowly in and out.

   After a long while of this the nurse reluctantly pulled back.  She drew
back the covers, and pushed his hospital gown aside, smiling in
appreciation at his erect cock.  Leaning over, she took it in her mouth,
her tits swaying so that her erect nipples grazed his leg.  The feel of her
sucking him was heavenly.  After a minute or so she stopped and climbed
onto the bed.  Straddling his body, she guided the tip of his cock with her
hand into her moist pussy, and lowered herself, sighing with pleasure as he
entered her.

   "Oooo, that feels nice," she breathed.  "Now, let's see if we can't wear
you out."

   The nurse proceeded to fuck Sam with enthusiasm.  It was the first time
he had ever had sex, and he was tremendously aroused, yet somehow he was
able to control himself easily.  He cupped her swaying breasts and gently
squeezed them in time to her strokes.  After a few minutes the nurse
shuddered with an orgasm, jamming a fist against her mouth to stifle a loud
cry, but paused only briefly before resuming her steady motions.  It was
nearly twenty minutes before Sam finally let himself go; he came inside
her, bringing her to a second, even more powerful orgasm.  He felt
marvelous, his cock sending spray after spray of semen into her.  He had
masturbated before, but it had never felt nearly as good as this.

   She collapsed on top of him, resting there for several minutes,
recovering.  Sam held her and stroked her hair, whispering softly in her
ear.  After a while she roused and got off of him.  Taking his softening
prick back into her mouth she quickly cleaned him off with her tongue,
before restoring his hospital gown and covers to their original state.  She
quickly dressed, then returned to his side to kiss him.

   "Now, get some sleep," she said before turning to go.

   "What's your name?" Sam asked her.

   She looked back, smiling fondly.  "My name is Jenny.  Go to sleep."

   "Good night, Jenny," Sam said.  Closing his eyes, he soon dozed off, the
soft roaring sound lulling him to sleep.

   Chapter 4 The next day Sam found it hard to believe that it had really
happened.  Surely it had just been a vivid dream.  But he could smell the
faint scent of aroused womanhood in his sheets and on his body.  It was
strange.  He doubted Jenny made a habit of leaping into bed with any
patient who couldn't sleep, but she hadn't hesitated to do so with him. 
Still, a part of him seemed to find it perfectly fitting that she should.

   There were more tests that day, all as inconclusive as those the day
before.  His mother and sister visited again, and told him that if no more
troubling symptoms showed up he would be discharged the next day.

   "You'll have to spend another night here," his mother said
sympathetically, "but it's better to be safe."

   "Yes," Sam agreed, but he was thinking about the nurse, Jenny.  Would
she be on duty again that night?

   In the afternoon, Cameron and Gina visited.  They were both a bit
subdued, but cheered up at finding him so much better.

   "When you collapsed like that," Cameron said, "I thought you were dead!"

   Gina elbowed him and rolled her eyes.  "He thought the totem spirit had
attacked you."

   "I did not!" Cameron protested, but Sam laughed.

   "Well, that would be one explanation," he said.

   "Do they know what happened?" Gina asked.

   "They think it was some kind of seizure.  Evidently my dad used to get
them sometimes -- Mom would come in and find him lying unconscious on the
floor.  She thinks maybe that was why..." Sam trailed off.  His father had
been killed in a car accident when he was very young.  He cleared his
throat and went on.  "Anyway, that might be what happened to me.  But his
never lasted more than a few minutes.  They can't figure out why I was
unconscious for so long."

   "Has it ever happened before?" Cameron asked.

   "Nope.  But, as they say, there's a first time for everything!"

   In the afternoon there were still more tests.  Caroline and Joan joined
him for dinner again that evening and stayed until the end of visiting
hours.  When they finally left they told him they would pick him up in the
morning and take him home.

   Sam lay awake again, but this time with anticipation.  At about one in
the morning the door to his room opened and Jenny came in.  This time she
closed the door and turned the lights on without a word.  Briskly she
undressed, putting her discarded clothes on the chair, then climbed into
bed with him.

   They made out for a long time, kissing and touching.  Sam ran his hands
over Jenny's body, exploring it.  He kissed and licked her breasts,
squeezed her firm ass, ran his tongue lightly over her aroused pussy while
she gave little gasps of pleasure.  Jenny climbed on top of him again,
impaling herself on his hard cock and riding him to several powerful
orgasms before he finally came inside her.

   Sam held her against him while she drew shuddering breaths, dropping
little kissed on her face and neck.

   "Have you ever...done this before?" he finally asked.

   Jenny smiled at him.  "You mean, had sex?  Of course!"

   "No, I mean, like this...with a patient."

   "No..." Jenny said thoughtfully.  "But I thought this time...you wanted
me to, didn't you?"

   "Of course!" Sam said quickly.  "It was wonderful."

   "For me, too," said Jenny.  "It was the best I've ever had.  I've never
come that many times before.  It was amazing.  And you're really only a
kid. I wouldn't have thought you could be so good.  But you were!"

   "It was my first time," Sam confessed.

   "Really?  Wow!  I can't imagine what you'll be like with more
experience!" Jenny grinned at him and Sam laughed.

   After cuddling together a bit longer, Jenny reluctantly got out of bed
and dressed again, Sam watching with interest.  When she was done she came
back and kissed him tenderly.

   "I'm glad you're all right," Jenny told him, "But I'm a little sorry
that you're being discharged tomorrow!"

   "Me, too," Sam said.  "Maybe you can come visit me some time."

   "Maybe!" Jenny said.  She kissed him again.  "Pleasant dreams!" Turning
the light out, she left.

   Chapter 5 Caroline and Joan showed up bright and early the next morning
to take Sam home.  An orderly wheeled him out to the curb in a wheelchair.
Sam was a bit embarrassed at this, but he still did feel strangely weak, so
he didn't protest too much.

   When they got home his mother installed him on the sofa with a blanket
and a pile of pillows to prop him up.  Both she and his sister were
particularly nice to him all day, fetching him things to read, drinks, and
meals on a tray.  Sam was pleased to realize how much he really meant to
both of them.  Not, he thought ruefully, that this kid-glove treatment was
likely to last once he was fully recovered.

   It was a quiet day.  Caroline spent most of the time puttering around
the house, doing housework that she'd been putting off for a while, paying
bills.  Joan stayed home as well, rather than going out with her friends.
She helped with the housework, and brought her homework downstairs so that
she could keep Sam company while she did it.

   "Gina said that she would give me the homework you've missed tomorrow,"
Joan said.  "That way you can get a head start on making it up."

   "Don't remind me," Sam said with a groan.  "I missed a test last week,
and I'll bet Mrs.  Gray won't be thrilled at having to make up another one
for me."

   Joan laughed, and rumpled his hair affectionately.  "You just like to
complain.  Normally you say that algebra is so easy it's boring."

   It being a Sunday, the three of them sat on the couch and watched "The
X-Files" together.  Sam noticed once again how very attractive both his
mother and sister were as they sat on either side of him.  In fact, they
were both unconsciously leaning against him.  After a while he put his arms
around their shoulders; rather than protesting, they leaned into him,
staying that way until the end of the show.

   It was even more embarrassing to have the two of them help him up to his
room at bedtime, but by the time Sam crawled into bed his legs were
trembling.  Apparently it would take a little while longer before he was
completely recovered.

   "Unfortunately, I have to go to work tomorrow," Caroline said, tucking
the blanket up to his chin as if he were still a little boy.  "And Joan
can't miss school.  But I talked to Mrs.  Severson, and she said she would
come over during the day to check on you, and get you lunch."

   "I'll be fine," Sam said.  "She doesn't need to do that."

   "We still don't know what happened," Caroline said firmly, "and she was
happy to help.  If you're feeling better you can probably go back to school
on Tuesday.  Now, get some sleep."

   She leaned over to kiss him good night.  Instead of her usual kiss on
the cheek, this time she kissed him warmly on the lips.  To his even
greater surprise, Joan also leaned over and kissed him.

   "Sleep well, squirt," she said, and the two of them left the room.

   Sam thought, with a little regret, of Jenny back at the hospital; but he
quickly fell asleep even without her assistance.

   The next day his mother helped him back down to the couch and made him
comfortable before she and Joan left.  Sam felt stronger, but still not
quite back to his old self, and the faint rumbling in his head was still
there, though now he barely noticed it.  He looked forward to a rather dull
day, but at least he had a good-sized stack of books and magazines to read.

   Mrs.  Severson showed up at about 11:30 to check on him.  Sam was deep
into a book by then, but he looked up and put it aside when he heard the
scratch of the spare key in the lock and the door opening.  Their neighbor
was a pleasant woman in her mid-thirties, dark blonde and short with a very
curvy figure.  Sam rarely found her company very interesting, though his
mother was friendly with her and he was always polite.  Mrs.  Severson's
husband was older than her, graying and paunchy, and worked long hours at
some mysterious kind of construction.  He and Sam had rarely done more than
nodded at each other, but Sam knew his wife, Laura, reasonably well.

   It was a little embarrassing to have her checking on him, as if he
needed a babysitter.  But visually at least she was entertaining; Sam had
more than once made surreptitious glances at her heavy breasts swaying
beneath her dress.

   Mrs.  Severson started chatting as soon as she came in the door:
exclamations over his "accident," comments about how much better he was
looking, regrets about how much school he must have missed.  Sam tried to
answer politely, though the stream of questions and remarks hardly seemed
to call for any input from him.  She went into the kitchen to check his
mother's provisions for lunch, then returned to make sure he was
comfortable, tucking the blanket around him more closely.

   She was wearing a blue checked dress that fit rather closely, and as she
bent over to fuss with the blanket he could very clearly see her tits
bobbing with her motions.  He shifted his gaze as she looked up at him, but
not quickly enough for her to fail to see the direction he had been
staring. Sam blushed, but Mrs.  Severson only laughed.

   "Oooo, you're a naughty boy, aren't you Sam?" she said smilingly.

   "I guess I am," Sam said sheepishly.  "Sorry about that."

   "Yes, you should be sorry," she agreed, but with amusement rather than
anger.  "Looking at my boobs like that.  Really, very, very naughty."

   Sam was a little surprised at her remark, but not as surprised as he
might have been.  A part of him seemed to expect her mild reaction.

   "Yes, well, you have such nice boobs," he found himself saying.  "I can
hardly help liking them."

   Mrs.  Severson seemed to find this even more amusing.  "So naughty!" she
declared.  "So, you like looking at my boobs, do you?"

   "Yes," Sam agreed.

   "I bet you'd like it even more if I took my dress off so you could see
them better," she went on.

   "Very much," Sam said.

   "Well!" Mrs.  Severson said, and turned around.  "Since you're
sick...can you reach the zipper for me?"

   Sam unzipped the back of her dress, and Mrs.  Severson stood and
wriggled out of it.  She was wearing a very serviceable white lycra bra,
and turned to let him look at her.  "Well?" she said challengingly.

   "They're very, very nice," Sam said.  "But..."

   "But what?" she demanded.

   "But I'd like it even better if you took your bra off."

   "You really are remarkably naughty," Mrs.  Severson said.  She reached
behind her and unhooked the bra, tossing it aside.  Her breasts were larger
than Jenny's had been, with big dark nipples.  She was now wearing only a
pair of panties and tennis shoes.

   "You have beautiful breasts," Sam said admiringly.

   "Thank you!  But I suppose you would like it even better if I let you
touch them?"

   "Yes."

   "And kiss them, too?"

   "Yes."

   "And suck on my big nipples?"

   "Yes, very much."

   "I don't think I've ever met a boy so naughty," Mrs.  Severson said,
sitting by him on the edge of the couch and leaning forward.  Sam spent a
long time fondling her breasts, cupping them in his hands, rolling her taut
nipples between his fingers, running his tongue in lazy spirals around the
aureoles, drawing them far into his mouth and sucking them.  Mrs.  Severson
kept commenting on how really naughty she thought he was, but Sam could
tell how much pleasure this was giving her.  After ten minutes or so her
breath began coming short, and little moans started interrupting her
remarks.  After a bit she stopped talking altogether, merely cradling his
head against her tits and groaning.  Shortly afterwards a flush suddenly
burst out over her skin; her muscles seemed to contract, and she gave a
little cry.  Sam realized that she had orgasmed from the attentions he had
given her breasts.

   "Well!" Mrs.  Severson -- or Laura, as he was now thinking of her --
drew back a little shakily.  "Since you've taken so much time with your
naughtiness, I'd better get busy and make lunch." She got up and went into
the kitchen, but Sam noted that she didn't bother to get dressed.

   She brought him his lunch on a tray, and he sat up to eat it.  Laura
brought a tray for herself as well, and sat in a chair facing him.  They
ate together in companionable silence, Sam glancing up appreciatively from
time to time to admire Laura's bare tits.  He noticed that in the kitchen
she'd removed her shoes and socks, so that all she wore now was a pair of
panties.

   Sam finished his lunch, and Laura cleared away both of their trays. 
When she returned, she sat back on the same chair and gave him a teasing
smile.

   "Well, naughty boy.  Would you like some dessert?"

   "I think I would," Sam said.

   "Well!" Laura stood up and slid her panties off, then sat again with her
legs open.  Sam could see her moist pussy, looking swollen through the
luxuriant thatch of her pubic hair.  Laura settled down a bit more in the
chair, smiling invitingly.

   "Why don't you try this, then?" she asked.

   Sam got up.  His strength was almost completely restored, he discovered.
Kneeling between her legs, he leaned forward and gave a tentative lick. 
Laura sighed with pleasure.  He found the taste actually pleasant, and
began steadily licking.  Sam had read about eating women out in his
magazines, but he'd never done it.  Instinct seemed to guide him.  He
quickly had Laura moaning and begging: "Oh, yes, yes, that's just right,
oh, yes, please keep going...oh..." Her fingers stroked his hair and
cheeks. As her excitement mounted, Sam started sliding fingers in and out
of her in time with his licks, first one finger, then two, then most of his
hand.  With a shriek, Laura came.  Her thighs clamped down on his head
spasmodically, then released.  She pulled him up to her and kissed him
frantically, her own juices smearing on her face.  After a minute or two
she calmed, her grip on him easing.

   "That was...very nice, naughty boy," she said breathlessly.  "But now
it's time for my dessert."

   Sam was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts.  In only a few seconds Laura
had removed them and was kissing and licking over his body.  Her tongue
swirled over his own nipples, then she lowered and took his cock in her
mouth.  Jenny had done that, but not the way Laura did.  She sucked
steadily, moving her tongue over the head of his penis, bobbing her head to
take him in and out of her mouth.  Sam closed his eyes, savoring the
exquisite sensations.  He felt that he could last as long as he wishes, and
come as many times as he liked.  He let her suck him for several minutes
before finally coming, a surge of semen flooding into her mouth and flowing
down her throat.  She swallowed as if it were the most delicious thing she
had ever tasted.

   In spite of having just come, Sam was still perfectly hard.  He withdrew
from Laura's mouth.  Almost roughly, he pulled her to her feet and pushed
her down onto the couch, kneeling between her legs.  The tip of his cock
found the opening of her pussy and he pushed in.  Laura gave a little groan
of delight.

   "Oooo, you naughty boy...putting your great big cock in my wet snatch,"
she gasped.  "Are you trying to fuck me?"

   "I am fucking you," Sam said, starting to pump in and out of her with
great energy.

   "That's right...you are fucking me...fucking my nice, warm cunt..."
Laura was barely coherent through the haze of pleasure he was giving her.
It took only a few minutes to bring her to another powerful orgasm.  Sam
had not come yet, but he wanted to try something different.  Pulling out of
her, he told Laura to roll over.  Dazedly, she complied, lying on her
stomach and spreading her legs.  Sam parted her ass cheeks and pushed the
tip of cock into her tight asshole.

   Laura gave a loud grunt, but didn't resist.  "The naughty boy...is going
to fuck my ass..." she murmured.  "Oh, he makes me feel so, so good..."

   Encouraged by this, Sam pushed in further.  It felt very different from
her pussy, very tight, with much more friction.  After only a few thrusts
he came inside her powerfully.  At the feel of his seed in her, Laura came
again as well.  The two of them lay together exhaustedly.  Sam let himself
soften, and pulled out of her.  After resting a while, Laura stirred and
got up.  She fetched a damp cloth from the kitchen and cleaned them both
up. Sam let his hands roam idly over her body while she did this, which she
seemed to enjoy.  After finishing, she quickly dressed again and prepared
to leave.

   "Well, I hope you're feeling better soon, Sam," Laura told him.  "But if
you need me to check on you again, I'd be happy to do it -- anytime."

   Sam kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth as her lips parted
under his.  "I'll be sure to let you know...naughty girl," he said, and she
was still chuckling as she left.

   Chapter 6 By the time Joan got home from school, Sam was back on the
couch, reading as though nothing had happened.  Joan called "Yo!" to him as
she went clattering up the stairs to her room to drop her book-bag.  She
pulled out a sheaf of papers and brought them back down to him.

   "Here," Joan said, handing him the papers, and settling down into the
chair.  He was looking a lot better, she thought.  "This is the work you
missed; Gina gave it to me."

   "Thanks a lot," Sam said, flipping through it.  "Not too bad.  Hopefully
I can finish most of it tonight.  I appreciate it, sis."

   "No problem, squirt," Joan said, grinning at him.  When she'd heard
about his collapse she'd been really frightened for him.  Though she would
never have admitted it before, she had always been fond of her younger
brother.  They had quarreled fairly often, as any two kids so close in age
would do; but there had always been a friendliness there, as well.  Now she
was just happy to see him so well.  She watched him as he looked over the
homework with the intent expression he often used.  He was really rather
handsome, she thought idly.  It had never really struck her before.  Sam
looked up and caught her looking at him; Joan blushed a bit, unaccountably,
but Sam gave her a smile that made her smile as well.  Really, quite
handsome.  Sexy, even.

   "So, did you have a good day?" Joan asked him.

   "It was all right."

   "Mrs.  Severson look in on you?"

   "Yeah.  She made me lunch, and we talked a while.  She's nice," he
added.

   "I thought she kind of annoyed you, sometimes," Joan said curiously.

   "Well, sometimes.  But not today." He looked back down at his papers,
and Joan got up.

   "I've got to take a shower," she said.  "I'm going out tonight."

   "Who with?" Sam asked without looking up.

   "Just some friends.  It's not a date, or anything." Why had she said
that?  It didn't matter to him.  With an inward shrug she went upstairs to
the bathroom.  Stripping off her clothes, she looked at herself critically
in the mirror.  For a long time she had despaired of ever developing a
figure, but in the last couple of years her breasts and hips had really
sprouted.  She wasn't voluptuous -- not as much as her mother, who really
had a body to die for -- but nicely curved.  She could often feel boys'
eyes clinging to her trim figure as she walked by, or having to force
themselves to keep looking at her face rather than her chest as she talked
to them.  Sometimes this annoyed her, and sometimes it amused her, but she
would rather have it than not.

   Joan brushed back her neck-length, red-brown hair and examined her face.
Green eyes, like her mother; her face still had some of the roundness of
childhood, but a hint of cheekbones was now present.  Maybe in a few years
she would be as pretty as Mom, she thought.  She hoped so.

   She stepped into the shower and adjusted the temperature to her liking,
then soaped herself up.  For some reason the touch of her own skin seemed
more sensual than usual.  Running her hands over her body, she turned under
the spray.  I wonder if Sam thinks I'm pretty, she thought.  Of course, I
don't know what his tastes are; he's never had a girlfriend...

   Almost reluctantly she turned off the water and dried herself.  Normally
she would have put on her bathrobe before going to her room, but it seemed
silly to bother with it when there was just Sam in the house.  The air felt
deliciously cool on her skin as she went to her room.  Sam was evidently
still down in the living room.  Without bothering to close her door, Joan
went in and got fresh underwear out of her drawer.  She rummaged through
the closet; what should she wear tonight?  There were two or three possible
outfits, but she wasn't sure.  With a sigh of vexation she took several
hangers of clothes out of the closet and walked downstairs.

   Sam looked up with a slightly startled expression as she came into the
room.  Joan realized that she was still wearing only panties and a bra. 
But then Sam smiled, and she dismissed it as unimportant.  He was just her
brother, after all.

   "I need your advice," Joan told him.  "I'm having trouble picking out
what to wear tonight." She held different articles of clothing up to her
body as she spoke.  "I could wear this top with this skirt...or I could
wear this top with these pants, and my jean jacket...or I could wear this
dress.  What do you think?"

   Sam watched, seeming a little bemused.  "Well...I think you'd look great
in any of them."

   Joan felt warm at this compliment.  So he did think she was pretty. 
"You're sweet," she said, "but which one looks best?"

   Sam shrugged.  "I don't know.  I'd have to see them on you."

   "OK," Joan agreed.  She hung the hangers on the mantel piece and put on
the first top and skirt.  Feeling Sam's appreciative eyes on her, she
twirled in front of him.  Quickly she stripped them off again and changed
into the second top and pants.  The pants were tight jeans, and she knew
how they hugged her hips and ass.  She wriggled a little as she turned to
display this outfit.  Third was the dress.  It was longer than the skirt,
but the neckline was daringly low.

   "So," she said, "which do you think?"

   "Well, they're all great," he said.  "As a guy I guess I'd go for the
dress.  But since it isn't a date...maybe the jeans?"

   "Yeah," Joan agreed.  "Maybe.  But...as a guy, wouldn't you like them,
too?"

   "Sure," Sam said quickly.  "They make you look really hot.  With the
dress it was the neckline."

   "If I left the top two buttons undone," Joan mused, "I could still show
plenty of cleavage."

   "If that's what you want," Sam said, and Joan started.

   "Yeah...of course." She took off the dress again and put it back on the
hanger.  "I'd better get dressed before Mom gets home.  Thanks, little
brother."

   She went over to give him a quick kiss of thanks.  She intended it for
his cheek, but somehow it landed on his lips, and lasted a little longer
than she had meant.  Joan was acutely aware of her tits pressed against his
chest.  It felt really, really nice.

   She pulled back and picked up the clothes, then went back upstairs,
feeling oddly flustered.  I wonder if models feel like this, she thought
absently.  Feeling the eyes on them.  She felt a warm tingle which was
strangely pleasant.  After a moment, she hung the clothes in the closet and
closed her door.  Removing her bra and panties she lay down on the bed and
closed her eyes.  One hand moved to her breasts, the other between her
legs, and began stroking.  She should have time to finish before Mom came
home, and until she did she wouldn't be able to concentrate on a thing.

   Chapter 7 Caroline Raven got home to find her kids sitting quietly
together at the kitchen table doing their homework.  Sam looked much
better, and she felt a little surge of relief at seeing him so well.  She
had been so frightened for him -- frightened that he would never wake, that
she would lose him, as she'd lost his father.

   Joan was dressed to go out, in a pair of tight jeans and a shirt with
the top three buttons unfastened.  I really shouldn't let her dress so
provocatively, Caroline thought absently, but she does look nice.  And so
does Sam.  They're really handsome kids; and growing up so fast!  Oh, well.
It wasn't as if Joan were going out with a boy; just with some of her
girlfriends.  Joan did date a bit, but as far as Caroline knew she had no
special boyfriend.  Time enough to worry about that yet!  She just hoped
when Joan did find one that he would be trustworthy.  It wasn't an issue
she could raise with Joan; their relationship was a little too touchy for
that, though shared worry about Sam had brought them closer recently.

   Sam and Joan both got up to set the table, but Joan made him sit down
again even though he claimed to feel perfectly well.  Caroline made dinner,
and they ate together, talking about their days.

   "Did Mrs.  Severson look after you?" Caroline asked Sam.

   For some reason this question seemed to amuse him, but he answered "Yes.
She was very nice."

   After dinner both Sam and Joan cleared the table, at Sam's insistence.
With the dishwasher running, Joan hung out with Sam and Caroline at the
kitchen table until her friends arrived.  Afterwards, Caroline sat and read
a book to relax, while Sam continued to work on his homework.  When he
finally finished, the two of them played cards for a while.  It was fun. 
She really should spend more time with her kids.

   Joan came home earlier than usual, and surprisingly decided to join in
the game.  Really, it was remarkably pleasant.  Caroline couldn't remember
the last time they'd all done something together, except at meal times, yet
here they were, chatting and laughing over a silly game of cards.  At
length, Sam finally said that if he was going back to school in the morning
he should get some sleep.  Caroline was surprised to realize that it was
after eleven; time had just flown by.

   "Yes, we should all go to bed," she said, gathering the cards together
and putting a rubber band around them.  "I didn't realize how late it was.
Good night, sweetheart." She leaned over the table and kissed him good
night, his lips warm against hers.  She was oddly aware of her nipples
rubbing against the inside of her blouse.  It must be a little chilly in
here, she thought.  That was it.

   "Good night." Joan kissed Sam as well, which was unusual, but it was
good they were getting on so well.  Caroline made sure the doors were
locked and turned out all the lights downstairs, while the kids went up to
get ready for bed.  By the time she got to her bedroom both Joan and Sam
had their doors closed, with no light showing.  Caroline closed her own
door and brushed her teeth in her bathroom.  She looked at herself in the
mirror.  Not too bad for a woman with two kids practically grown up. 
Caroline had married Joan and Sam's father right out of high school, and
she was only thirty-nine now.  Her parents hadn't at all liked her marrying
a half-breed, or marrying so young; she'd barely had contact with them the
whole time she was married to James, and rarely saw or heard from them even
now.  After he had died, she'd gone back to school and finished her degree
while raising two small children, with no help from her parents at all.  It
should have taken its toll, but there was little sign of it in her unlined
face.

   Caroline did something she hadn't done in a while.  Before putting on
her nightgown, she looked at herself nude in the floor-length mirror of her
bedroom.  Really, she still looked good, even after two kids and almost
forty years.  She turned and looked at her breasts, which sagged only a
very little.  She touched them, and they still felt firm.  There was a
little softness around her belly and rear, and she made a mental note to
get to the gym more often.  But still, plenty there to attract a man, if
she'd ever had time for one, or met one who wanted a woman with teenaged
children.  A man like her husband.  Sam was really remarkably like him,
Caroline thought, hefting her breasts again absently.  Same dark looks;
same intensity.  She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of her hands on her
own body.  It had been a long time.

   Oh, well, she thought, putting on her nightgown and getting into bed. 
Maybe she'd meet another man like that someday.  Someday.

   The next morning Sam felt as strong as he ever had, or even stronger. 
His muscles moved easily.  He felt awake and alert, his senses especially
keen.  The faint roaring in his head was still there, but he barely noticed
it now.  It had become almost a part of him, oddly comforting.

   Caroline, looking fetching in her well-cut business suit, gave her
reluctant consent for him to walk to school along with Joan.  The school
was only a few blocks away; handy, since Caroline couldn't afford a second
car for the two of them.  Sam and Joan walked together in comfortable
silence, not arm in arm, but close enough for their hands to occasionally
brush.  Sam felt content, and Joan seemed to enjoy his company, but feel no
need to talk.

   At school they separated and went to their different classes.  Sam's
appearance attracted a fair bit of attention.  Everyone had heard about his
collapse in the museum, and he felt many curious eyes on him; looking for
evidence of brain damage, perhaps, he thought with amusement.  Those who
spoke to him, though, were friendly.  His teachers made a special point of
asking him how he was and congratulating him on his recovery, as did a
number of his fellow students, including some he had never been
particularly friendly with.

   The biggest surprise was when Katarina Miller stopped by his locker
between classes to ask how he was feeling.  Katarina was widely considered
to be the most beautiful girl in his class, with long, perfect blonde hair,
full lips, high cheekbones, and a slim but definitely womanly figure.  She
had never given any evidence of knowing that Sam existed before, though
they shared a couple of classes.

   "I'm fine," Sam said to her easily.  "Thanks for asking."

   "If I can do...you know, anything to help," Katarina said, tossing her
honey-blonde curls back and smiling, "just let me know."

   "Thanks," Sam said.  "I will.  See you in class." He watched Katarina
saunter off with a noticeable sway, as if she were inviting him to look
after her.

   "Boy," Cameron said in his ear, "I'm ready to collapse into a coma any
time you say, if that's the kind of interest you get."

   Sam laughed and turned back to his friends.  They kept their lockers
together, as they did most things.  "It's just being sick.  Girls find it
interesting.  Brings out their maternal instincts, or something."

   "Yeah," said Gina skeptically.  "She looked real maternal." Imitating
Katarina's breathy voice, Gina said "If I can do...anything...to help, just
let me know." She added a flutter of eyelashes and an exaggerated sway of
the hips.  "Anything at all..." Laughing, she ducked away as Sam threw a
mock-punch at her.

   "Speaking of help," Sam changed the subject, "could you guys come over
to help me study for the algebra test Thursday night?  Mrs.  Gray said
she'd give me the make-up test on Friday after school."

   "Sure, I'll be there," Gina said promptly, but Cameron shook his head.

   "No can do.  Choir practice." Gina hooted a little at that, and Cameron
pretended to glare at her.  "You don't need my help anyway...you're both
better at algebra than me."

   "No problem," Sam said.  "Thanks, Gina."

   Sam had plenty to think about for the rest of the day.  First Jenny, in
the hospital; then Laura -- Mrs.  Severson.  Today, Katarina Miller was
practically coming on to him, and some of the other girls, too...even some
of his teachers.  And his sister and mother seemed to have been affected,
somewhat, as well.

   What was more, he himself had been affected.  He remembered how
comfortable he had felt, talking to Katarina; how easily he had accepted
the actions of Jenny and Laura.  His old shyness around women was gone. 
Instead, he felt confident, strong, secure in his attractiveness and sexual
prowess.  The actions of the women around him seemed, more and more, to be
just what was appropriate.  After all, what was the big deal about sex?  It
was a way of sharing pleasure, a great deal of pleasure, with people you
liked or loved.  There was nothing wrong about it.  And he felt confident
that he would share it with a great many women; as many as he liked.

   After school he walked home alone.  Joan had dance class after school on
Tuesdays and Thursdays.  Large drops of rain were starting to fall just as
he made it home.  Feeling a little chilly, he lit the gas fire in the
living room and took out his homework.  Might as well get it out of the
way.

   He had just finished it when Joan got home.  It was raining steadily by
then, and she was soaked to the skin.  She dropped off her backpack and
came into the living room to stand by the fire.  She was still in her dance
clothes, which offered little protection from the rain.

   "I guess we should have listened to the weather report this morning,"
she commented.  Her auburn hair was plastered to her head, and her leotard
clung wetly to her skin, taut nipples visible through the fabric.

   "I guess so," Sam said.  "Sorry you got wet."

   "No biggie," Joan said, turning to warm her other side.  "The fire feels
nice."

   "Yeah," Sam agreed.  "Can I get you anything?"

   "No, no, I'm fine," Joan said.  She shook her head and started to leave.
"I'll just go change clothes and dry my hair."

   Sam heard the blow-drier start as he was tucking his completed homework
away in his book bag.  It sounded somewhat louder than usual.  Wandering up
to his room, he realized why.  Joan had left her door open, and was
standing nude in front of her mirror, blow-drying her hair.  She looked up
as he walked by and blushed a little, but made no effort to close the door
or cover herself.  Not wanting to stare, Sam continued to his room.  She
really did have a nice body.  He'd rarely seen it before today.

   He was lounging on his bed reading when the blow-drier stopped.  A few
minutes later Joan appeared in this doorway.  She had changed into a
t-shirt and shorts, her usual clothes for hanging around the house.

   "So, what's up?" Sam asked, setting his book aside.

   "Not much," Joan said, leaning against the door frame.  "How are you
feeling?"

   "I feel fine," Sam said.  "I feel great.  Are you going out tonight?"

   "No...not tonight," Joan said.

   "Too bad!" Sam joked, and when Joan looked a little hurt he quickly
added, "I mean, no fashion show today."

   "Oh!" Joan said.  After a little thought she added, "Well...I mean, we
could.  If you wanted to.  I could show you some of my outfits."

   "Sure," Sam said, intrigued.  "Why not?"

   "OK." Joan said brightly.  "Wait here.  I'll just be a minute." She ran
back to her room and started going through her closet.

   When she reappeared in his doorway she was wearing a short skirt and
middle-baring top.  Her long dancer's legs were shown to excellent effect
as she slowly turned in front of him.

   "Jeez, sis, you look really hot!" Sam said, then blushed.  "Sorry!"

   "Don't apologize," Joan said, looking pleased.  "Do you really think
so?"

   "Yeah," Sam said.  "You've really got some body."

   "Huh," Joan said, and struck an attitude.  "What about my face?  Do you
think I'm pretty?"

   "Sure," Sam said.  "You know you are."

   "I don't know," Joan said doubtfully, dropping the pose.  "I always
think my face is kind of round.  I wish I looked more like Mom."

   "You and Mom are both gorgeous," Sam said.  "You don't have to look
alike."

   "Huh," said Joan again.  Though Sam couldn't tell this, his words were
arousing her strongly.  Joan really liked that her brother thought she was
sexy.  As sexy as she thought him.

   "Let me get something else," she said, and vanished back to her room. 
While Sam watched, commenting appreciatively, she paraded a series of
outfits in front of him.  A tight dress with a slit up one leg; another
miniskirt, with a man's shirt left partially unbuttoned and the sleeves
rolled up; tight pants and an equally tight top, that outlined her firm
young breasts clearly; a dress with spaghetti-straps, that showed the top
of her cleavage above the low neckline.

   "And now," Joan called from around the corner, "the piece de
resistance..."

   Sam was stunned as she walked into his room.  She was wearing a bikini
from last summer.  Their mother had not been happy about it at the time,
and had only given in after a long campaign of whining and begging on
Joan's part.  It had been pretty revealing at the time, but Joan had grown
some since then.  The cups of the top barely contained her swelling
breasts; the bottom was plastered to her like a second skin.  Her nipples
were firmly erect, poking into the fabric.

   "Wow!" was all Sam could think of to say, but it was the right thing. 
Joan smiled.

   "So, you like it?" she asked, twirling in front of his admiring gaze.

   "It's incredible," he said.  "Sis, you've got a body to die for."

   "You think so?" Adopting a sultry air, she walked towards him.  "Would
you die for it, little brother?"

   Sam looked up at her from where he sat on the bed.  He knew what was
happening now, and he accepted it.  "I guess I would."

   "You're sweet," Joan said in a low voice, suddenly serious.  Sam got to
his feet.  They were standing almost nose to nose, but Joan didn't retreat.

   "So are you," Sam said, and kissed her.

   The kiss was tentative at first, little more than they had already done,
but it deepened.  Sam put his hands on Joan's waist and pulled her against
him, feeling her aroused tits touching his chest.  They were almost the
same height.  Joan's arms went around his neck, and her lips parted. 
Almost shyly, their tongues touched, then her tongue slipped into his
mouth.

   "Oh, God," Joan said when they paused for breath.  "I didn't mean...but
I wanted it so much..."

   "Me, too," said Sam.  He pulled her into another kiss.  Running his
hands up her back, he untied the bikini top and pulled it off.  She grasped
the bottom of his t-shirt; he raised his arms and she pulled it off over
his head.  Their hands began exploring each other's bodies.  Sam kneaded
the muscles of her arms and back.  Joan's fingers grazed lightly over his
chest, exciting his nipples.  He slid his hands over her smooth stomach, up
to her breasts, more than a handful each, feeling the erect tips press into
his palms.  Joan gave a little whimpering sound of pleasure.  Sam lowered
his mouth to her tits and began teasing them with his lips and tongue,
remembering vividly his treatment of Mrs.  Severson yesterday.

   "Oh," Joan breathed, "oh, that feels so, so good."

   "I can make you feel better," Sam said, straightening again and kissing
her, tracing her lips with his tongue.

   "I...I want you to," Joan said.  "Please, Sam, do it..."

   Sam lowered her onto his bed.  She raised her hips to help him slide the
bikini bottoms off of her.  Her cunt was less hairy than Laura's had been,
but he recognized the same signs of arousal.  He quickly stripped off his
own shorts and underwear.  Her eyes focused on his erect cock, and she
licked her lips.

   "I didn't know you were so big," Joan said, sounding half-excited,
half-nervous.

   "Don't have much basis for comparison," Sam said.  "They say size
doesn't matter."

   Joan laughed a little.  "I guess we'll find out."

   "Spread your legs," Sam suggested, and Joan immediately complied.  He
knelt between them and gently stroked her pussy with his fingers, drawing a
startled gasp of pleasure from her.

   "That feels...so much better than when I do it," Joan said weakly.

   "So...are you a virgin?" Sam asked.

   "Umm.  No, I'm not," Joan said.  "I did it with Jimmy Sullivan last
year. Only the once, though."

   "Jimmy Sullivan, huh?" Sam said.  He would never have guessed; she
hadn't seemed to care about Jimmy more than any of the other boys she'd
dated.  Maybe she hadn't.  "How was it?"

   "Well," Joan said, "it hurt some.  And, well, that was basically it."

   "Huh," Sam said.  He leaned forward over her, supporting himself easily
on his arms, and put the tip of his cock against her pussy, drawing a
little moan of anticipation from her.  "Well, let's see if we can't do a
bit better than that."

   He pushed into her a little ways, then withdrew; pushed in again, a
little further, then withdrew; rubbed the tip of his cock over her slit a
bit, before pushing in again.  Each motion provoked a gasp or a moan of
pleasure from Joan.  He pushed in further and started a slow rhythm,
pausing from time to time to pull out and rub over her again.  The second
time he did that Joan shuddered violently under him, and he knew she had
orgasmed, a small one.  He slid back into her and began pumping steadily,
quickly bringing her back to a state of high arousal.  She pulled his face
down to hers and kissed him passionately; she kissed over his face and
neck, nibbling at his earlobes.  Sam twisted a bit and managed to get one
of her nipples in his mouth; sucking and licking in time with the motions
of his cock inside her, he knew he was driving her out of her mind with
pleasure.  A second orgasm was approaching quickly; Sam let his own arrive
at the same time.  As Joan came with a wild cry he erupted inside her,
spraying into her welcoming cunt; pulling out, he came a second time,
spurting thick ropes of cum onto her lower belly.  He shifted off of her
and settled by her side on the bed, pulling her into his arms.

   "That was...incredible," Joan said, stars shining in her eyes.  "That
was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced."

   "I'm glad you liked it," Sam said, feeling a little smug.

   "Liked it!  I loved it!" Joan said.  "I want to do it every hour on the
hour!"

   "That could get inconvenient during school," Sam said, and they both
laughed.  Joan kissed him and settled contentedly into his arms.  After a
bit she slid a hand down and scooped up a bit of his semen on one finger.

   "Did you...come inside me, as well?" she asked.

   "Yes, I did," Sam said.

   "Good!" she said, surprising him.  "I wanted you to." Extending her
tongue delicately, she licked her finger and arched her eyebrows.  "That's
not bad!" she said.  Scooping up a bit more, she stuck the finger in her
mouth.  "Not bad at all!" she said.

   Sam wondered if he could have gotten her pregnant; but the same
certainty that had guided his actions told him somehow that he had not.  In
fact, he felt the odd conviction that he would not impregnate anyone unless
he specifically wanted to.  It was all part of the strangeness that had
begun since he touched the little statue in the museum, but he trusted it.
Something had changed him, and this was part of the change.

   After a while they both got up and cleaned themselves off.  When they
were done, Sam positioned Joan back on his bed and ate her out, bringing
her to another screaming orgasm.  Then he showed her how to give him a
blowjob.  She sucked him off with apparent pleasure, and enjoyed the taste
of his cum as much as she had the first time.

   "Let's go down to the living room," Sam suggested, getting up again.

   "Why?" Joan asked, following him willingly enough.

   "The fire is still on," Sam said, "and I want to make love to you by
firelight."

   Joan giggled, but didn't decline.  "You are a sucker for romance.  But I
like it."

   Chapter 8 It was odd, Caroline thought as she pulled into the driveway,
that there were no lights on in the house.  It was not yet sunset, but with
the rain it was almost as dark as night.  A little light showed through the
curtains in the living room window.  It looked like they'd lit a fire, but
it was strange for them to sit there in the dark.

   When she walked in and took off her raincoat the house seemed deserted.
Maybe they'd gone over to friends, she thought, and left the fire going. 
Though that wasn't like Sam.  He was always very careful with things like
that.  A faint sound came from the living room, like voices.  So they were
here after all.

   Caroline walked into the living room.  It was so dark she could barely
see anything.  The fire was going, as she'd thought, but she didn't see the
kids.  Then she caught the glint of firelight on skin and heard a soft
sound, like Joan's voice, but without words.  Why were they lying in front
of the fire?  And what were they...

   "Jesus Christ!" Caroline screamed.  "What are you doing?!"

   Sam and Joan had been too intent on each other to notice her entrance,
but at her cry they both looked up in startlement.  Sam jumped to his feet
and offered a hand to help Joan.  They were both nude.  It was more than
obvious what they'd been doing.

   "Mom!" Joan said.  "We didn't..."

   "Get out of here!  Go to your rooms, right now!  Both of you!  God damn
it, right now!"

   The kids fled upstairs, though the bit of a giggle that floated back to
her didn't indicate that they were very worried about her anger.  The sound
of two doors closing followed.  Caroline found herself trembling.  How had
this happened?  How long had it been going on?  What had she done wrong,
that her children were...were...she couldn't bring herself to think it.  An
image of them, bodies together, limbs entwined, came back to her.  She had
to go talk to them; confront them; find out what was going on.  But at the
moment she couldn't face it.  Still numb with shock, she went into the
kitchen.  There was a bottle of brandy in the cupboard, and she really
needed a drink.

   Sam lay on his bed, waiting.  He'd put on some clothing, not liking his
mother's probable reaction if she found him still naked.  He wasn't too
worried.  His inner certainty assured him that he would find his way out of
this problem.  Mom had just been surprised, that was all.

   He heard the creak of the stairs, then a knock at Joan's door.  Voices
rose and fell, too muffled for him to make out words, though he could
recognize the intonation: angry at first; questioning; pleading.

   After a while Joan's door closed again, and a knock came at his own.

   "Come in," Sam called.

   The door swung open and his mother stood in the doorway.  She looked a
bit calmer, but still deeply upset.  Her face was flushed.  A faint scent
of alcohol came to him; she'd had a drink, maybe more than one.

   "Sam," his mother said.

   Sam sat up on his bed.  "I'm sorry we upset you, Mom."

   Caroline drew in a breath, then let it out.  "But not sorry for what you
did?"

   "No," Sam said.  "Not really."

   His mother closed her eyes, then opened them.  "Joan said that today was
the first time you...did this.  Is that true?"

   "Yes," Sam said.

   "Why?!" Caroline demanded, then before he could answer, said "Never
mind. I know we've all been under a lot of stress...and with your
illness... anyway, I'm sure we can figure this out.  I'm going to call a
man I know tomorrow.  He's a therapist.  I want you to talk to him.  Joan,
too."

   "I'll talk to him, if you want me to," Sam agreed quietly.  "But there
isn't anything wrong with us."

   "Isn't...!" Caroline stopped herself.  "I think you'd better stay in
your room tonight.  Are you hungry?  I can bring you something."

   "I'm all right," Sam said.  "I'll stay in here."

   "Well...good night, then," Caroline said, and left abruptly, closing the
door behind her.

   Sam picked up the book he'd been reading earlier and settled back to
wait.  He didn't want to see a therapist, but he didn't really think he
would have to.  After seeing his mother, he knew what he was going to do.

   Caroline got ready for bed with a feeling of despair.  She'd eaten her
dinner alone, and sat listlessly staring at a book without reading it. 
Another glass of brandy had made her feel dizzy, but hadn't eased her inner
turmoil.  The shock of seeing her children fucking -- she made herself
think the words with brutal honesty -- had affected her; but even worse was
her own reaction to the sight.  Though she could not admit it to her kids,
she had to admit it to herself.  Her first reaction had been lust.  Even
jealousy.  When she thought of her two kids together (and the image came
back to her again and again, as if seared onto her mind's eye), she
wondered what it would be like if it had been her instead of Joan; if Sam's
cock had been in her pussy.  It gave her a tingle every time she thought
about it, and she couldn't stop thinking about it.

   God, she thought.  Have I somehow infected my children with my own,
unnatural desires?  Are they acting out a fantasy of mine?  It had somehow
come out of her worry for Sam, which brought her love for him to the
forefront, and her increasingly frustrated longing for a man of her own.

   Numbly, she looked at her body in the mirror.  The sight, which had
given her some satisfaction the night before, now just enhanced her
anxiety. Joan could almost have been a younger version of herself; and Sam,
a younger version of her husband.  She remembered, vividly, the first time
she and James had made love, the dizzying pleasure of it, his strong
muscles moving over her, his hardness penetrating to the core of her being.
His features kept blurring, transforming into Sam's.  With a shock she
realized that her hand had moved between her legs, her fingers slicking
over the moisture there.  She snatched the hand away.  What was she doing?
She was masturbating to the image of her son!  She wished now that she
hadn't drunk the brandy; it seemed to sap her self-control.

   Quickly Caroline shut out the lights, and climbed into bed without
bothering with her nightgown.  She tried to lay still, her arms rigidly at
her sides, but it was no good.  As soon as her mind wandered to the thought
of her kids in the living room, her hand would slip between her legs again.
Finally she gave in.  With her eyes closed, she stroked herself, imagining
Sam's strong arms around her, his hard cock inside her.  She would have to
talk to the counselor as well, she thought, as her pleasure mounted.  There
was something wrong with her...very, very wrong...

   Orgasm washed over her, bringing an audible groan from her throat. 
Almost at once, she collapsed into sleep.

   Sam waited for a while after hearing his mother's door close before
leaving his room.  He opened Joan's door a crack and slipped into her room,
closing it after him.  She woke as soon as he touched her, scooting over to
let him get into bed with her.  He took her in his arms and held her
against his chest.  It felt very natural.

   "Sorry," he whispered.  "I guess we should have kept a better eye on the
time."

   Joan giggled a little.  "I'm not really sorry, except that we were
interrupted.  But I guess we really upset Mom."

   "Yeah," Sam said, feeling a bit guilty.

   "She wants me to talk to a therapist."

   "Me too."

   Joan sighed.  "I don't really want to.  What if word gets out?  And...I
don't want to stop."

   "Maybe we won't have to," Sam suggested.

   Joan looked up at him.  "Really?  How?"

   Sam hesitated before speaking.  "I think Mom was upset by more than just
finding us there.  I think...I think she kind of wishes it were her, and
that feeling bothers her."

   "Really?" Joan said in surprise.

   "Yeah." Sam felt the same inner confidence.  "Yeah, I do."

   "Wow!" Joan rested her head back on his chest.  "I never thought of
that."

   They lay together for a little while.  Then Sam said, "What would you
think about that?  Would it bother you?"

   "You and Mom?" Joan considered.  "Well...no, not really.  I mean, I'd
still want to fuck you whenever possible.  But...no, it would be okay if
you were fucking her, too." She thought about it some more.  "In a strange
way, it would be kind of nice.  You know, something all of us had in
common."

   Sam tilted his head down and kissed her.  "You're the greatest, you know
that?"

   "Yeah," said Joan, kissing him back.  "About time you realized it."

   They snuggled together for a while longer.  After a few minutes, Joan
asked, "So, are you going to...you know, try with Mom?"

   "Yeah," Sam said.  "I'm going to try it tonight.  But I wanted to tell
you first."

   "OK," Joan said.  "So, how's your stamina?"

   Sam chuckled.  "I've got more stamina than you know what to do with. 
Why?"

   Joan shifted away from him and sat up, peeling her nightgown off over
her head, then stripping off her panties.  Her upturned nipples were erect.
She helped Sam remove his t-shirt and shorts, then slid back into bed,
pulling him onto her.

   "Mom interrupted us at a kind of critical point," Joan said.  "I'd sort
of like to recapture the moment."

   Sam pushed into her, provoking a soft sigh of contentment.  "All right,"
he said, starting to move inside her, "but keep it down!  We don't want to
wake Mom.  At least, not prematurely."

   Sam stepped quietly into Caroline's bedroom and closed the door behind
him.  He paused to let his eyes adjust.  His mother kept a night-light in
her bathroom, and a bit of watery moonlight had broken through the clouds
as well.  Caroline lay on her back on the bed, apparently heavily asleep.

   When he was able to make out all the objects in the room, he moved to
the side of her bed.  Her eyes were closed; her red hair, color invisible
in the dim light, was spread out about her head.  Sam gently drew the
covers off of her.  She stirred, but didn't wake; under the covers she was
nude, one hand resting lightly on her thigh.  He could smell the scent of
her arousal clinging to her, mingling with the faint scent of brandy, and
felt his cock become erect again.  He had left his night-clothes in Joan's
room.  He didn't think he'd need them.

   God, she was beautiful.  He had always known it at an objective level,
but now he drank in the sensual delight of her: soft lips, high cheeks,
full breasts rising and falling with her breathing.  She stirred a little
in her sleep, seemed to mumble something, then was still again.

   With a feather light touch he moved his fingers over her skin, tracing
her lips, her cheeks, her throat; moving down to her breasts, he teased the
nipples ever so lightly, bringing them fully aroused.  Down over her belly,
her thighs.  Without her waking, symptoms of arousal had begun to appear on
her; her skin flushed, her breathing quickened.  He stroked gently over her
slit, and watched as her thighs instinctively parted.  Continuing these
motions with one hand, he moved the other back to her breasts, stimulating
and arousing her.

   "Oh, Sam..." she sighed, and woke.  Seeing him there, she went rigid,
then visibly relaxed.  "Oh, Sam," she groaned again in a tone of
resignation.

   "Hi, Mom," he said quietly.  "I thought...this was what you really
wanted.  Isn't it?" He continued to touch her, sliding a finger inside her
to stroke within.

   For a long moment, Caroline seemed to struggle with herself.  Then all
resistance left her.

   "Yes, Sam," she said.  "This is what I wanted.  Please -- please, just
do it to me.  I need you inside me so badly I can't stand it."

   Sam instantly climbed onto the bed.  He slid into her as smoothly as a
dream, Caroline groaning in acceptance.  Her arms and legs came around him
and pulled his body to her.  They kissed, first lips, then tongues, with
greater and greater urgency.

   "You see, Mom?" Sam said after a while.  "You see how right it is?"

   "It feels right," Caroline said almost dreamily, through a haze of
pleasure, "It feels perfect.  I never want it to stop."

   Sam smiled, then increased his pace, moving her towards her first
orgasm. "It will go on as long as you want.  You'll see..."

   Down the hall, Joan heard the loud moans of her mother's climax even
through two closed doors.  Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and went
to sleep.  Chapter 9 When Sam woke in the morning it was to the
disorienting sensation of having warm bodies pressed against him from
either side.  For a moment he couldn't recall where he was.  As memory
flooded back he looked to one side and saw his mother, still asleep, with
the sheet slipped down to reveal one delectable breast.  On the other side
he met Joan's alert gaze.  He realized that he'd been wakened by her
crawling into bed with him.

   "Good morning," Joan whispered, and kissed him.

   "Good morning," Sam said sleepily.  "What time is it?"

   "Early." Joan pressed closer to him, and he put an arm around her.  "I
guess your plan worked.  About Mom."

   "Yeah," he said, and grinned at the memory.  "I'd say it worked pretty
well."

   They had been trying to keep their voices down, but at this point
Caroline stirred and woke.  She, too, looked confused for a moment, then
remembered and smiled.

   "I don't think I've had the two of you in bed with me since you were
about six years old," she commented with a yawn.  "Good morning!"

   "Morning, Mom," Sam and Joan both said.

   "Did you have a good time last night?" Joan asked with a sly smile.

   Their mother smiled back.  "You know I did.  I'm sorry I yelled at you."

   "It's OK," said Joan contentedly.  "We shouldn't have startled you like
that.  We just lost track of time."

   "Speaking of which," Caroline said, "what time is it?"

   "About 5:30," Joan said.
"5:30!" Caroline exclaimed.  "Are we not allowed to sleep?"

   Joan looked a little sheepish.  "Well...I just thought..."

   "Yes?"

   "I mean, if we got up early enough, there would be time for...you
know..."

   Understanding lit Caroline's face.  "You mean, for Sam to fuck us both
before you have to leave for school?"

   "Well...yeah." Joan said.

   Caroline laughed.  "It sounds like a delightful idea.  But I'm not sure
I'm up to it...it's been a long time for me, and last night was pretty
intense."

   "I'm a little sore, too," Joan admitted, "but it would be worth it."

   "Well, what about you, Sam?" Caroline asked.  "You did twice as much as
us yesterday.  Are you up to it?"

   "I'm a man of iron," Sam said promptly.

   Both Joan and Caroline immediately reached for his crotch, which made
them both burst out laughing.  "I guess you are, at that," Joan said,
touching his erection through the sheets.  "You know, Mom, if you're a bit
sore, Sam could lick your pussy instead.  He did that to me yesterday, and
it was incredible."

   Caroline looked intrigued.  "That might work.  What about it, Sam?"

   Sam yawned, then grinned.  "No problem.  Come here."

   He spent a while kissing and touching both Joan and Caroline, just
enjoying the contact of skin and skin, lips on lips.  The fact that he had
two such sexy women wild for him was both an astonishment and a source of
deep satisfaction.  After he was sure they were both thoroughly aroused,
which took very little effort on his part, he had the three of them shift
positions.  Sam wanted to try a technique he had seen in one of his
magazines.  Lying on his back, he had his mother crouch over him, lowering
her pussy to his mouth.  The scent of her filled his nostrils, as
pleasurable and arousing as ever.  He extended his tongue, drawing the tip
of it along the length of Caroline's labia before gently teasing her clit.
She shivered with pleasure.

   Joan, meanwhile, was watching avidly.  She pulled the sheet down off of
Sam's body and took his penis in her mouth, swirling it with her tongue. 
After doing that for a few seconds she withdrew.

   "Have you tried sucking him, Mom?" she asked.

   "No, not yet," Caroline said, shifting her hips as waves of pleasure
flowed through her.  "Ooohh."

   "Well, you should," Joan said.  "He tastes really good, and it's fun. 
And you could do it without him stopping."

   "Oh...OK." Caroline said.  She shifted forward, heavy breasts hanging
forward, and tentatively took Sam's erect cock into her mouth.  They were
now in a 69 position.  Caroline quickly got the hang of it, and began
bobbing her head up and down, taking him in and out of her mouth, with
greater and greater enthusiasm.

   Sam was in ecstasy.  His mother's warm mouth engulfed his prick, while
his own tongue was buried in her sweet pussy.  He could tell that she was
approaching orgasm.  He let himself come, his semen flooding her mouth,
triggering her own climax.  Caroline gave a muffled shriek as she came,
trying to swallow the flood of delicious cum that spurted from her son's
cock.

   At length both their reactions eased.  Caroline sat up and moved off of
Sam, breathing heavily.  A small thread of cum trickled from the corner of
her mouth, unnoticed, as she smiled.

   "Oh, that was so wonderful," she said.  "Thank you, Sam."

   "Thank you, Mom," he said.  "It felt great for me, too."

   Joan leaned forward and neatly licked the spilled semen from her
mother's face.  "And thanks for that.  Mmmm.  Do you think you'll be ready
for my turn soon?"

   Sam laughed, and concentrated.  His softening prick immediately hardened
again, as firmly erect as ever.

   "That's ready enough," he said, as both women looked at his penis with
something like awe.  "What about you, though?  Are you still sore?"

   "Well...a little," Joan admitted.

   Sam moved himself behind her and put his arms around her, pulling her
back against him.  He nuzzled her neck as she relaxed against him, sighing.
His hands moved up to her breasts and toyed with her firm nipples.

   "Maybe we can try something else new, then," Sam said.

   "Oh, my God," Joan was trembling with pleasure as she balanced on her
hands and knees.  Her eyes closed in ecstasy.  "I...never even thought of
doing this!"

   "Do you want me to stop?" Sam teased, pausing in his motions.

   "Don't you dare!" Joan said.

   Caroline watched them with astonishment and pleasure.  Two days ago she
never would have imagined her son fucking her daughter's ass, much less
that she would enjoy watching it.  But she did.  As Sam pushed in and out
of Joan, both of them clearly on the brink of orgasm, Caroline felt the
stirrings of lust even more strongly in herself.  She wanted Sam to do this
to her.  She wanted him to do her in every possible way.  Caroline found
that her hand had wandered back between her legs, and she was again
stroking her still rather tender pussy, where Sam had brought her such
pleasure with his tongue.  Joan abruptly cried out in climax, collapsing
forward onto the bed with Sam on top of her.  Sam's own expression changed,
and Caroline knew he was coming, his thick cock spurting into Joan's ass.
Caroline herself came at that point, a small orgasm, but sinfully pleasant.

   The three of them rested for a while more.  Caroline glanced at the
clock.  Time was moving on; they had to get ready for school and for work.

   "Well, Joan," she said.  "It was a good idea.  But I'm not sure you woke
us up early enough!"

   "I don't care if we're late," Joan mumbled blissfully into the
bedclothes.  "It was worth it."

   "Maybe we can catch up," Caroline mused.  "It'll be a bit crowded, but
I'd imagine we can all fit in the shower..." Chapter 10 School passed in a
blur for Sam.  While part of his mind listened to his teachers, the rest
was remembering Joan and Caroline's hot, sweaty bodies pressed against him.
His friends found him distracted, but put it down to the stress of
returning to school after being out for so long.

   Sam had to meet with Mr.  Peterson, his biology teacher, after school to
hand in his made-up homework and talk about the lab he'd missed.  He liked
Mr.  Peterson in general, but he was impatient to get home and spend a
little quality time with Joan.  Eventually he was dismissed, and hurried
the few blocks to his house.

   When he got there a familiar red Miata was parked in the driveway.  That
meant Joan's best friend Marcie was visiting, which presumably meant no sex
until she left.  Feeling a bit disappointed, he opened the front door and
entered.

   "Hey, there!" he heard Joan call from the living room after the door
swung shut.  Sam dropped his book bag by the door and walked into the
living room.  Joan and Marcie were sitting on the couch; Joan had lit the
gas fire, which made the room pleasantly warm.  Sam remembered the rug in
front of the fire with a twinge of reminiscent pleasure.

   "Hi, Joan.  Marcie." Marcie was a tall, skinny girl, with
shoulder-length brown hair and a rather pretty face.  She didn't have much
in the way of breasts or hips, but she was nice-looking enough, though Sam
thought his sister was much sexier.

   "Hi, squirt," Joan said, winking at him.  Marcie actually smiled at him,
something she rarely did, and said, "Hello, Sam."

   "I'm going to get myself a drink," he said.  "Would either of you like
anything?"

   "That's nice of you," Marcie said, sounding a little surprised.  "Umm...
do you have iced tea?"

   "Sure," Sam said.  "Joan?"

   Joan got up.  "I'll help you with them.  Be right back, Marcie."

   When they were out of sight in the kitchen Joan pressed herself against
him and gave him a quick kiss.

   "Sorry about Marcie," she whispered, "she wanted to come over and I
couldn't really say, `Not today, I want to fuck my brother...' "

   "It's all right," Sam said.  He got the iced tea out of the refrigerator
and poured three glasses.  "Maybe later."

   "I hope so," Joan said, accepting two of the glasses.  "You could join
us in the living room, if you wanted," she suggested tentatively.

   Sam picked up his own glass.  "OK.  Thanks."

   Normally if Sam went into the living room when Joan and her friends were
there, they either froze him out of the conversation until he left, or went
up to Joan's room.  This time neither happened.  Joan and Marcie included
him in their talk, and even seemed to look for topics that would interest
him.  It was really rather pleasant, sitting and drinking tea with a
cheerful fire and two pretty girls paying him a lot of attention.  He
wondered if...whatever it was...had affected Marcie as well.  She was
certainly being much nicer to him than usual.

   This was confirmed when Joan left the room to get some snacks for them.
Marcie smiled at him almost shyly, twisting her hair around her finger.

   "So, Sam...do you have a girlfriend?"

   "No, not really," he said.  "Do you?  Have a boyfriend, I mean."

   "Not right now," Marcie said.  Sam knew that she dated a lot, more than
his sister in fact, but didn't really have a steady guy.  "What would you
like in a girlfriend?" Marcie asked him.  "If you could choose anybody."

   She's flirting with me, Sam thought.  "Well, the usual.  Looks.  Brains.
A sense of humor." Marcie was still smiling at him, and he added, "A nice
smile."

   Marcie stopped smiling and blushed a little, then smiled again.  Sam
asked her, "So what do you look for?"

   "Oh...pretty much the same things," she said, giving him a look.  "I
like dark guys, you know?  Dark hair and eyes, brooding looks..."

   Sam smiled.  "If I meet anyone like that I'll steer him your way.  I
think I'll go help Joan with the snacks."

   In the kitchen Joan had just put a couple of bowls of chips and nuts
onto a tray, and was stacking cookies around the edges.  She looked up as
Sam entered.

   "I've got it..." she started, but Sam interrupted in a low voice.

   "Listen, Joan, I think Marcie is coming on to me," he said.

   "Really?" she said, sounding mildly surprised but not shocked.  "Huh.  I
wouldn't have thought she was your type, or you were hers."

   "I don't know," Sam said.  "What do you think about it?"

   "Shoot, I don't care," Joan said.  "It might be fun.  As long as you're
here, why don't you carry the tray?  If you like," she added as they left
the kitchen, "I'll help you sound her out..."

   They resettled in the living room, helping themselves to snacks.  Marcie
was watching Sam with an uncertain expression.  Sam caught her eye and
grinned.

   "Marcie and I," he said to Joan, "have just been talking about what we
look for in a member of the opposite sex."

   "Sam!" Marcie said, and blushed, but Joan laughed.

   "Well, I can tell you what Sam looks for," she said to Marcie.

   "Oh, can you?" Sam said.  "All right, what do I look for?"

   "Tits!" she said positively.

   Marcie blushed even more fiercely, but she laughed.  Sam pretended to
scowl at his sister.

   "Sure, sis," he said ironically.  "I prefer women to have tits."

   "Yes," Joan went on, "but not just any tits.  Really good tits!"

   Marcie was still giggling uncontrollably, and Sam was forced to laugh as
well.  After a bit, Marcie said, "Well...I guess I wouldn't make it on your
list, then."

   "Oh, I don't know," Sam said.  He eyed her chest frankly, and far from
objecting, Marcie actually turned to give him a better view.  "Yours aren't
as big as, say, Joan's.  But as women have been telling men for ages, size
doesn't really matter."

   "Yeah, right," Joan said.  Marcie laughed again.

   "No, seriously," Sam insisted.  "There are a lot more important things
than size.  Shape, firmness, the size and shape of the nipples, how they
set off the rest of her figure..."

   Marcie was blushing more at this list, but Sam could sense that she
found this conversation exciting as well.  Joan seemed to pick up on this,
too; with a glance at Sam, she said, "Well, Mr.  Expert, how would you
rate, say mine and Marcie's?"

   "Joan!" Marcie protested, but not too forcefully.

   Sam pretended to give the matter some thought.  "That's hard to say. 
You both look good from here..."

   "Well, come over and have a better look, then," Joan said.

   "All right," Sam agreed, and got up.  He half-expected Marcie to balk at
this point, but after a hesitant look at Joan she stayed where she was,
even thrusting her chest out a bit.  He dropped to a crouch in front of
Joan, his eyes at her chest level.  He could tell from her breathing that
she was enjoying this game.  Her nipples were visible through the fabric of
her shirt.  After studying them for a moment, he moved sideways and looked
at Marcie's.  She seemed nervous; but he could detect in her the same
symptoms of arousal he saw in Joan.  Sam got up and sat on the coffee
table, facing the two girls.

   "Well, they look fabulous to me," Sam said, trailing off hesitantly.

   "But?" Joan prompted.

   "Well, to really be able to tell..." he said.

   Joan laughed.  "Say no more." Briskly she started to remove her shirt.
Marcie looked a little shocked, but Joan said "C'mon, it's just my brother.
No big deal."

   Marcie hesitated a moment more, but she clearly still wanted to play. 
With a nod she said "No big deal," and started to remove her shirt as well.

   Sam had thought it would take another round of coaxing, but Joan
immediately removed her bra as well, and Marcie followed suit.

   "OK," Sam said.  "Put your hands behind your heads."

   Joan rolled her eyes, but did so, and Marcie complied.  She was blushing
a deep red, now, but seemed to have no further doubts.  Sam took his time
studying them.  Joan's breasts he had already seen, of course, though it
was a pleasure seeing how they jutted proudly from her chest, firm and
rounded with large brown nipples.  Marcie's were much smaller, little more
than swellings from her chest, though enough to give her noticeable curves.
Her nipples, though, were surprisingly large, bigger than Joan's and a pale
pink color that went well with her pale skin.  Sam could sense that his
regard was turning Marcie on.  Her nipples grew even more erect as he
looked, and a deep flush was spreading over her neck and chest.  Her
breathing was also quicker.  He gave her a closer look, and she
unconsciously leaned forward, as if wanting him to touch her.

   "Well, you're both gorgeous," Sam said after several minutes.  "Joan,
your tits are incredible, of course, but Marcie shouldn't sell herself
short.  You've got enough for a good handful, and your nipples are
fantastic.  Any guy would want to feel them and suck on them."

   Marcie gave a little shiver of pleasure at this praise.  "They're not as
good as Joan's, though."

   Sam shrugged.  "I love Joan's tits, but then she is my sister, so maybe
I'm biased.  But comparisons are odious.  Your breasts are great."

   "Don't you want," Joan said lightly, though Sam could sense her arousal
at this game as well as Marcie's, "to see how they feel?"

   "Of course I do," Sam said easily.  "Any guy would."

   Marcie looked a little uncertain, so Joan quickly said, "Well, you can
do mine then."

   Sam began slowly, caressing her tits lightly with his fingertips,
avoiding her nipples at first.  He took them in his hands and gently
kneaded them, feeling the hard tips pressing into his palms; he drew back
to roll them between his fingers, giving them soft tugs and teasing them
before moving his hands over the fullness of her breasts again.  Sam had
had a lot of practice recently, as well as the new instincts he seemed to
have developed, and he was very good at this.  Joan had closed her eyes and
was sighing with pleasure at his touch.  He massaged her tits for several
minutes before leaning forward and taking a nipple in his lips.  Joan
moaned aloud at that; he worked that tit with his mouth, continuing to
stroke the other with his hand, before switching.  Her arms had
unconsciously come around him and were holding him there.  Sam sensed that
he could bring her to orgasm this way, as he had with Laura, but he wasn't
ready to do that; he stopped and sat back.

   Whatever doubts Marcie had had seemed to have vanished.  "Me now," she
told him, and practically pushed her chest into his hands.  Sam did to her
what he had done to Joan.  Her breasts were smaller, but if anything seemed
more sensitive than Joan's; Marcie was more vocal as well, quickly starting
to moan and whimper with pleasure at his touch.  When Sam took her large,
pink nipple into his mouth she shuddered and said "Oh, God, oh..."

   Sam closed his own eyes at the sensual pleasure of sucking on her.  He
sensed Joan moving next to him; her hands moved over Marcie's body, and he
realized she was unbuckling Marcie's belt and undoing the fly of Marcie's
jeans.  Marcie didn't resist; she even raised her body to help as Joan
yanked her jeans and panties down and off.

   Sam opened his eyes and settled back a little, though continuing the
stimulation with his hands.  Marcie's eyes were closed, and she was moaning
continuously now.  Joan gave him a grin.  He looked down; Marcie's bare
pussy was almost hairless, and very visibly aroused.  Shifting down her
body without losing contact with her tits, Sam drew his tongue along her
slit.

   The effect on Marcie was electric.  She gasped, and her legs
automatically spread wider to give him access.  Sam felt Joan's hands on
him, removing his own trousers and shorts as he continued to lick.  She
gave his erect cock a gentle caress before settling back to watch.

   Sam stopped licking.  Before Marcie could protest he moved up between
her legs and buried his hard prick inside her.

   "Oh, oh, God," Marcie gasped.

   Sam held himself still inside her.  "I'm fucking you now, Marcie.  Is
that what you want?"

   "Yes, yes," she panted.  Her nails scratched frantically over his back.
"Fuck me...I want to come..."

   "So you want me to fuck you," he asked teasingly, still not moving.

   "Please!"

   "Just this once?"

   "No!  I want...I want you to fuck me again and again..." Marcie sounded
almost desperate.

   "So," Sam said.  He was enjoying this almost as much as the sex.  "You
want to be my little fuck toy?"

   "Oh, God!"

   "Do you?"

   "Yes!  I want to be...your little fuck toy.  Please, do it!"

   Sam began moving.  "Well, all you have to do is ask.  Fuck toy."

   Marcie gave a groan, half pleasure, half triumph.  "Yes!  Yes, oh, God.
Yes, I'm your fuck toy...I'm your toy...play with me..."

   She was so hot she was about to explode, and Sam saw no reason to take
his time.  Pushing in and out of her in a rapid rhythm, he brought her to
the edge within a few strokes.  Pausing just before she came, he said
teasingly, "Who are you?"

   "I'm your fuck toy!  Please, do it!"

   "Say pretty please."

   "Pretty please!  Please, please...oh, God, yes!" as Sam pushed her over
the edge into ecstasy.  He came as well, pulsing inside her, savoring the
pleasure.  This was fabulous.  This was what he was born to do.

   Chapter 11 When at length they both settled down, Joan pushed up against
them, finding Sam's mouth and kissing him passionately.  He felt her tits
against his side.  Joan had shed the rest of her clothes while he and
Marcie fucked.

   "My turn now," she said between kisses.  "God, I almost came just
listening to you two."

   Sam laughed, and pulled out of Marcie.  Joan immediately took him in her
mouth, cleaning him with her tongue and bringing him back to full hardness.

   "Mmm," she said as she finished.  "You taste sweet, Marcie." She lay
back on the couch next to her exhausted friend and spread her legs.  "Come
on, Sam, do me," she pleaded.

   He pushed into her with no further urging, and quickly brought her to
the orgasm she craved.  He didn't come himself, this time; he had other
plans.  Pulling out his still-erect cock, he sat on the sofa between Marcie
and Joan.

   "So, Marcie," Sam said, smiling at her.  "Still happy with your
decision?"

   She smiled too, but looked a little confused.  "Decision?"

   "To be my fuck toy," he said.

   Her smile broadened and she sat up.  "Hell, yes!  I have never felt that
way before.  It wasn't a decision.  Your fuck toy is what I am, like it or
not."

   Sam indicated his crotch.  "Then, get busy, fuck toy."

   Marcie quickly knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. 
She'd obviously given head before; she used her tongue well.  It only took
a couple of minutes before he came into her mouth.  She swallowed eagerly.

   "Wow," she said when she was done.  She looked over at Joan and smiled.
"You taste sweet, too, Joan."

   The three of them settled back onto the couch, Joan and Marcie leaning
against him while he toyed with their breasts.  By turning his head he
could kiss first one, then the other.  After a while of this Marcie asked,

   "So, how long have the two of you been...?"

   "Just a couple days," Joan said.  "He's fabulous, isn't he?"

   "God, yes!  No wonder you weren't so keen on my coming over," Marcie
laughed.

   Joan laughed too.  "Yeah.  Though it's been a lot more fun than I
thought."

   "Yeah, for me too," Sam said, which prompted another round of kissing
and cuddling.

   Finally Marcie sighed happily and rested her head on his chest.  "That
was really, really great," she said.  Then, in a mischievous tone she
added, "But I know you really do like Joan's tits better."

   Joan laughed, and Sam asked "What is this, a race?" He thought about it
for a minute, the two girls reclining against him, before saying, "On the
other hand...maybe you're projecting."

   "Projecting?" Marcie echoed.

   "Yeah.  Maybe it's really you who likes Joan's tits so much."

   Marcie instantly blushed deeply, but Sam could tell he'd hit the nail on
the head, and so could Joan.

   "You never said anything," Joan said to Marcie.

   "Well, no.  I mean, how could I?  You'd think I was gay, or something."

   "Are you?" Sam asked.

   "Evidently not," Marcie said.  "I like boys a lot.  Especially you. 
But, you know, sometimes I think about...doing something else.  Just
fantasies," she added hastily.

   "So, how about it, Joan?" Sam asked her.

   "How about what?"

   "Don't be dense!  Would it bother you if Marcie played with your tits?"

   Joan considered it.  "I guess not.  I mean, we've been friends forever.
And here we are, bare-assed naked together, and I'm not embarrassed.  Are
you, Marcie?"

   "A little," Marcie admitted, "but it's really hot, too."

   Sam got up and sat on the coffee table.  "Don't let me get between you!"

   The two girls faced each other.  Marcie's desire was easy to read on her
face, but she still hesitated, uncertain about Joan's reaction.  After half
a minute or so, Joan gave an exasperated sigh.

   "Here!" She grabbed Marcie's hands and plastered them onto her own tits.
Marcie froze in startlement.  "Go on!" Joan said.  "What do you want, an
engraved invitation?"

   Tentatively, almost fearfully, Marcie began to gently knead Joan's
breasts.  Joan closed her eyes and sighed a bit, more contentedly.

   "That's nice," she said, eyes still closed.  "It might almost be you,
Sam."

   Emboldened by this reception, Marcie began working the tits more
forcefully.  She tugged and tweaked the nipples, stroked around the
aureoles, took the full breasts back into her hands and fondled them. 
After a little while, Joan raised her hands to Marcie's own small breasts.

   "Tit for tat," she giggled.  "Or for tit."

   "Oh, Joan," Marcie groaned, "that feels so good."

   "Feels great to me, too.  Mmmm.  Had a lot of practice?"

   "Just on myself," Marcie said.

   "Me, too." The two girls continued to caress each other.  Marcie leaned
forward and brushed Joan's right nipple with the tip of her tongue.  Joan
shivered, but turned to give her better access.  Marcie began sucking
gently, her face enraptured as if living a dream come true.  Her hands
roamed over Joan's taut body.  Her fingers stroked over the other girl's
slit, and Joan moaned in pleasure.

   "Go on," Joan panted.  "Do it.  I want you to."

   Marcie withdrew from Joan's firm breast.  Tenderly, she kissed her way
down Joan's body, touching the soft skin with her lips and tongue, until
she reached Joan's pussy.  Joan spread her legs to give Marcie room; Marcie
extended her tongue and licked, bringing another moan from her friend.

   "Oh, God, Marcie," Joan said, her hands now desperately rubbing her own
breasts as she dissolved in the pleasure Marcie was giving her.  "Oh, God."

   Sam watched avidly as the two girls, no longer just friends, made out
with increasing passion.  Marcie lapped at Joan's pussy as though it were
the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.  It was clear that Joan was
enjoying every minute of it, her moans becoming louder and more animated as
she stroked the other girl's hair.  Sam heard the front door open and close
behind him.  His mother was home.  He got up and eased past the
now-oblivious girls to leave the living room.

   Caroline was hanging up her coat and putting her briefcase away.  She
looked up as Sam came in, smiling at finding him nude.

   "Hi, honey," she said, pulling him to her and giving him a very
un-motherly kiss.  His arms went around her, and she massaged the hard
muscles of his back, sliding her hands down to cup his buttocks.  "So, I
take it from your current outfit that you and Joan decided not to wait for
me?"

   "Sort of," Sam said.  A loud moan came from the living room -- Joan, Sam
thought, though it might have been Marcie.

   "What was that?" Caroline asked curiously.

   "Joan," Sam said, "and Marcie."

   "Joan and Marcie?" Caroline repeated in astonishment.

   "Yeah," Sam said, smiling slightly.  He released his mother and gestured
towards the living room.  "They're...you know."

   "I had no idea they were like that," Caroline said.

   "I don't think they were, until today," Sam said.  "Does it bother you?"

   "No," Caroline said.  In fact, somewhat to her own surprise, it didn't
bother her.  Though she had never really imagined doing anything with
another woman before, the thought was strangely arousing.  If you're going
to change a life of sexual deprivation for one of hedonism, she reflected,
you might as well go all the way.

   As if reading her mind, Sam took her hand and tugged her gently towards
the stairs.

   "Let's go up to your room," he suggested, "and leave them alone for a
while."

   Caroline went with him willingly.  In her bedroom she and Sam kissed for
a while, letting their hands roam freely over each other's bodies.  Sam
began to undress her, removing first her suit jacket, then the blouse, the
skirt, the bra, the pantyhose and panties.  As each bit of flesh was
exposed he kissed and caressed it, stimulating her with his fingers, lips
and tongue until all the nerves in her skin seemed on fire with pleasure.
By the time she was completely undressed, she was panting with desire.  She
drew Sam down with her onto the bed, thighs open for him, moaning as his
hardness entered her, made her feel complete in a way she had been longing
for.  Sam seemed to move effortlessly in and out of her; he supported his
weight on his arms, giving her only the light, warm pressure of his skin
against hers, his lips on her face, her throat, her nipples...  awareness
of her surroundings was fading as the pleasure consumed her.

   When the orgasm came it filled her like a flood, seemed to go on and on.
She was vaguely aware of her own voice crying out, of Sam murmuring loving
words in her ear, of his hard cock coming and coming inside her, but it was
all subsumed in the feeling of ecstasy.  As it ended, she lay dazed and
content under her son's firm body.  She felt warm and loved in a way she
hadn't for years.  I would do anything for this, Caroline thought dreamily.
Anything.

   Sam shifted off of her, and they lay together for a little while, bathed
in the afterglow.  Caroline's thoughts returned to the girls downstairs.

   "Did you...fuck her, too?" Caroline asked.  "Marcie, I mean?"

   "Uh huh," Sam said.  "Is that all right with you?"

   "Sure," Caroline said.  "As long as you keep fucking me!"

   Sam laughed, and kissed her.  "Always."

   He sat up, and Caroline was impressed to see that he was already
completely erect again.

   "Do you want to do me again?" she asked, starting to spread her legs.

   "I thought we might try something different," Sam said.

   "Of course...whatever you want," Caroline agreed.  She felt a bit
excited.  So far, everything Sam had done with her he'd tried with Joan
first.  She hoped this would be something new.

   "You have such nice breasts," Sam said.  "I thought we might try some
tit-fucking.  Would you like to try that?"

   "Absolutely," Caroline said.  "That will be a first for me, too."

   Sam straddled Caroline's body and leaned forward, his hard cock resting
between her tits.  She pushed her breasts together around him, wriggling a
little to see how it felt.  Sam pumped a bit, experimentally.

   "Try stroking your nipples in time with my thrusts," he suggested,
starting to pump steadily.

   Caroline complied.  "It feels good," she said, sighing.  The tip of his
cock emerged from between her breasts at the end of each stroke.  By
lifting her head, she could lick it as it appeared.

   "That feels great, Mom," Sam said.  He closed his eyes, savoring the
sensations.  There were a lot of other things he was eager to try as well,
but first things first.  Caroline seemed to quickly be getting into the
tit-fucking.  He wondered if she would be able to come from the contact
with her breasts.  The two of them had found a rhythm for their mutual
pleasure.  Sam let it progress, letting his orgasm approach at its own
pace. Caroline's juices and saliva had provided some lubrication, but if
they did this often, he thought, they might need to find something better.
For now, though, the friction of skin on skin was delightful.

   Sam came abruptly, spurting onto his mother's face and tits.  She
groaned with a small orgasm herself, squeezing and twisting her nipples. 
Licking her lips, Caroline smiled at the taste of his cum.

   "Well, that's a new one," came a voice from the doorway.  Joan and
Marcie were standing there, both still nude, watching with interest.

   Sam got up.  "Glad you liked it," he said.  "Marcie, if you would..."

   Marcie immediately came in and dropped to her knees in front of him,
quickly cleaning him off with her lips and tongue.  Sam stroked her hair
and smiled down at her.  "You might help my Mom clean up as well..." he
pointed out when she was finished.

   With a grin, Marcie got up and sat on the bed next to Caroline.  "Yep,
she definitely needs help," she commented.  Leaning forward, Marcie
extended her tongue and began licking Sam's cum off of Caroline's breasts.

   Caroline was startled, but didn't push her away.  Joan walked over to
the other side of the bed and sat down as well.

   "Here, Marcie, let me help you with that," Joan said, and began working
on Caroline's other breast.

   "Greedy pig," Marcie commented between licks.

   "You just wanted it all for yourself," Joan said.

   Caroline closed her eyes and moaned as her daughter and her daughter's
best friend began suckling her tits.  After a minute or two of that,
Marcie's patient tongue began cleaning the cum from her neck and face as
well.  As the girl moved to her mouth, Caroline's lips parted; the two of
them kissed deeply, the savor of Sam's cum lingering on their tongues.

   Joan had stopped working on Caroline's tit.  Caroline felt Joan's weight
shift on the bed, then warm breath against her pussy.  As Joan's tongue
moved over her, she gasped against Marcie's lips.  The feeling was
incredibly intense.  Caroline knew she was about to come for the third time
in less than an hour.  Her arms tightened around Marcie as she pulled the
younger girl's body against her, kissing her fiercely.  Marcie gave no
resistance, kissing back, her hands moving again to Caroline's now-tender
breasts and nipples.

   Sam watched with a smile as his mother thrashed in yet another orgasm.
The two girls seemed nearly as excited as she; they both rubbed their
pussies furiously, pushing themselves over the edge with cries of pleasure.
They were all panting and soaked with sweat, but smiling.

   After resting a few minutes, Marcie glanced at the clock and groaned.

   "I've got to go," she said, sitting up.  "I'm going to be late for
dinner as it is." She glanced at herself in the mirror.  "I'm a mess."

   "You look fine," Sam said.  "I'll walk you down."

   Downstairs, Marcie quickly dressed and picked up her books.  She paused
by the door to give Sam a swift kiss.

   "Remember," she said.  "I'm your fuck toy...whenever you want me."

   "I'll remember," Sam said.  "Drive safely." With that she was gone. 
Chapter 12 Everyone was tired after Marcie left.  After getting dressed,
the family ate a simple meal of leftovers, then Sam and Joan sat at the
kitchen table doing their homework while Caroline read a book and kept them
company.  When their homework was finished, they all moved into the living
room, where the fire was still burning.  They cuddled together on the sofa,
talking quietly and drinking herbal tea until bedtime.

   Without discussion all three of them returned to Caroline's room and
undressed for bed.  Sleeping nude together now seemed normal rather than
strange.  Sam lay between his mother and sister, sleepily nuzzling their
cheeks and necks.  After a bit, Joan drew his face to her breast while
Caroline scooted down to suck his cock.  Sam came after a few minutes of
this, and the three of them drifted off to sleep.

   They woke in the morning early again.  Joan mounted Sam and rode him to
a pleasant climax.  Then after resting a few minutes, he slid behind
Caroline and fucked her ass, as he had Joan's the day before.  They all
showered and had breakfast before Joan and Sam had to leave for school.

   Sam was less distracted than he had been the day before.  He was already
more comfortable with his new lifestyle, no longer questioning how or why
but just accepting the change in his relationship with his mother and
sister.  He chatted and joked with Gina and Cameron between classes.

   "Do you still want me to help you with algebra, tonight?" Gina asked
him.

   "Sure," he said promptly.  "Test tomorrow."

   "Yeah," Gina said.  "OK.  I'll be there after dinner."

   She seemed a little ill at ease, and Sam wondered why.  Cameron noticed
it as well.

   "What's the matter?" he asked jokingly.  "Planning to 'help' Sam with
something else instead?"

   "What's that supposed to mean?" Gina flared angrily.

   Cameron hastily backed off.  "Nothing!  It was just a joke."

   "Well, it wasn't funny," Gina snapped.  "Jeez, you guys...all you ever
think about..." She stalked off, muttering to herself.

   "What was that all about?" Cameron asked Sam.

   "Beats me," Sam said.  "See you at lunch."

   As he walked off, Sam wondered if the strange influence he now seemed to
have was affecting Gina.  It had affected many other girls, like Katarina
Miller.  Maybe Gina had been thinking about him in that way, and Cameron's
joke had hit a nerve.  It might explain her reaction.  Sam wondered about
his own feelings towards Gina.  She was his best friend; in truth, he had
had a crush on her for a long time, which he had never admitted to anyone.
How did he feel about her now?

   Sam was reminded again of Katarina Miller when he entered his next class
and saw her there, sitting in the front with her perfect profile towards
him as she talked to the girl next to her.  As if sensing his regard,
Katarina turned and met Sam's eyes; she gave him a friendly wave, then
returned to her conversation.

   The bell rang and class began.  While taking notes, Sam thought about
Katarina.  The first two women he'd slept with, Jenny and Laura, had done
so with no prompting from him; with his mother and sister, it had been a
more progressive thing.  With Marcie, he had more or less set out to seduce
her, but she'd seemed willing before he even tried.  Would a woman have sex
with him just because he asked her to?  He'd hardly talked with Katarina at
all, and they hadn't hung out together.  Normally, he was sure, she would
never dream of sleeping with him.  It would be a real test of how far his
influence extended.

   After class, Sam arranged to fall in with Katarina as they left the
classroom.  She turned and smiled at him.

   "Hi, Sam," she said brightly, "how are you feeling?"

   "Pretty good," he answered.  "Listen...did you mean what you said the
other day?  About helping me?"

   "Sure!" Katarina said.  "Why, do you need something?"

   "Well...what do you have next period?  Is it something you could skip?"

   "Just home ec.  I can miss it."

   "Great!" Sam said.  "Then...could you meet me behind the school after
classes start?"

   "I'll be there," Katarina promised.

   Sam dropped off his books in his locker and slipped out behind the
school.  There was a little grassy area hidden by some trees, where
students sometimes hung out; it was screened from the school by bushes so
no one could see them.  The only worry was that someone else might be
there, but when he arrived it was deserted.

   Katarina showed up a couple of minutes later.  "Sorry to take so long; I
had to ditch a couple of my friends who wanted to walk to class with me. 
So, what do you need?"

   Sam smiled, drinking in the sight of her.  She was wearing a white
cotton blouse and a brief black skirt, with white thigh-high stockings and
glossy black shoes.  Her blonde hair was bound back by a red ribbon, and
she had a matching red choker around her neck, the only spots of color in
her outfit.  Very subtle makeup emphasized her lips and cheeks and made her
bright blue eyes stand out alluringly.  Katarina was beautiful, and knew
it; but Sam didn't mind her vanity, since it gave him such a treat to look
at.

   "This is what I need," Sam said, and kissed her.

   She didn't respond at first, seeming a little startled by his boldness;
but after a moment she relaxed and kissed him back.  It felt very pleasant.
He put his hands on her waist and pulled her against him, feeling her soft
breasts against his chest.  She put her arms around his neck, and they
stood kissing together for several minutes.

   Sam moved his hands to Katarina's breasts, feeling them lightly through
her blouse.  Katarina let him touch her, continuing to kiss him, but
otherwise gave little reaction.  After a bit, she pulled back.

   "Here," she said, smiling slightly.  She began unbuttoning her blouse in
a businesslike fashion, carefully folding it and setting it aside.  She
wore a lacy white bra.  That was the next to go, revealing beautifully
shaped, medium-sized breasts with small but taut nipples.  Their dark brown
color stood out against her pale skin.  She kicked off her shoes, then
unzipped her skirt, setting it on the pile of her other clothes; then she
carefully rolled the stockings down her legs and removed her panties.

   "You should get undressed, too," she said, lying down on her back and
spreading her legs.  "Then you can fuck me."

   Sam had been watching her undress; he quickly removed his own clothing
and settled on the grass beside her.  Katarina certainly didn't seem to
expect much in the way of preliminaries; she just waited expectantly for
him to begin.

   Well, if she wanted to go straight to it, that was fine with Sam.  He
moved between her legs, and started to lower himself.  Katarina subtly
stiffened underneath him and he paused.

   "Are you all right?" he asked.

   "Yes, I'm fine," Katarina said, sounding surprised.  "Go on."

   Sam started to lower himself again; again he sensed a sudden tension,
and paused.

   "Do you think I'm going to hurt you?  Are you a virgin?"

   "No, I'm not," she said.  "I've had sex lots of times."

   Sam reflected briefly how one girl could have sex lots of times and
still be the school princess, while another was branded a slut.  Not that
it mattered to him.  He lowered himself again and gently eased the head of
his cock into her.  She definitely felt stiff against him, but her cunt was
moist and ready.  He pushed in a little further and withdrew; then again,
and again, small strokes, gradually getting deeper.  He kissed her and she
responded to that, relaxing a little; he nibbled down the line of her jaw
to nuzzle at her throat, then twisted a little to give one brown nipple a
quick lick.  Katarina gave a small start at that, and relaxed further.  Sam
sensed her body starting to react to his lovemaking, becoming more open,
more responsive.  Her expression looked puzzled, almost worried.

   "I, um, I feel kind of weird," Katarina said hesitantly.

   "Do you feel bad?" Sam asked without pausing.

   "I, no, not bad...just weird.  Kind of, um, ticklish or something." She
stirred a little under him.  "Um...maybe we should stop?"

   Sam didn't stop.  He thought he understood what was going on now.  "Why?
Doesn't it feel good?"

   "Uh...well, yeah, I guess so, kind of." Katarina moved again,
restlessly. Unconsciously her hips had started rocking in rhythm with his
own.  Sam felt her internal muscles beginning to contract around his shaft.
"But it feels strange...I feel strange...kind of, all fluttery." She tossed
her head, shaking her hair out of her eyes, and licked her lips.  Her
breathing was rapid.  "This...I don't feel right."

   "Sure you do," Sam told her.  "This is sex.  It's what you're supposed
to feel."

   "No," Katarina said, sounding uncertain.  "It's...I've had sex, and it's
not like this, it's..."

   "Well, it should be," Sam said.  He was pumping in and out of her pussy
like a piston and her body moved without her conscious control.  She was
very close to coming; he could tell, if she could not, and he maintained a
steady pace, pushing her towards the brink.

   "No, no, this is...something weird is happening to me...I feel...oh,
God, oh God, oh God!" Katarina yelled as she came.  Sam wondered if anyone
in the school could hear them; it would be kind of embarrassing if they
were discovered fucking on school grounds.  His instincts told him that it
would be easy to bring Katarina to a second climax; her body was still
aroused to a fever pitch.  He slowed his movements, then began gradually
speeding up again, aiming to make her come at the same time he did.

   "What...was...that...?" Katarina gasped.  Her well-toned body was
undulating against him, its reactions unaffected by her mental confusion.

   "That was an orgasm," Sam said with a grin.  "And you're about to have
another one." He twisted down and took her nipple in his mouth again,
working it with his lips and tongue in the same rhythm as his prick
pounding into her.

   "No, I...I can't...oh, fuck, oh, God, Jesus, oh!" Katarina's second
orgasm was less loud, but just as intense.  As her muscles contracted, Sam
came inside her, spraying her pussy with his seed.  The two of them clung
together, panting and moaning.

   At length, their passions sated, Sam withdrew from Katarina and sat up.
She still lay bonelessly, looking up at the sky.

   "I...I've never felt like that before," she said at length, as Sam began
getting dressed.

   "So I gathered.  Never?  Not even when masturbating?"

   Katarina blushed.  "I don't masturbate.  That is...I tried to, one time,
but it didn't work; it just felt all weird, and then it started to hurt."

   "Didn't any of your boyfriends get you off?"

   "I guess not." Katarina sat up, her pert breasts swaying, and looked up
at him intensely.  "I thought I knew what sex was like.  I was completely
wrong.  It's incredible." She shook her head.  "I thought I was doing you a
favor, but you did me a much bigger one."

   "Glad to help," Sam said.

   Katarina came into his arms kissing him, pressing her body against his.
Now that she knew how good sex could feel, she suddenly seemed to want to
make up for all the foreplay she had skipped.  Sam felt himself getting
hard again.  She was far from the chaste vision she had looked at first,
her tongue dancing against his, her tits grinding against him, her hands
roaming his body.

   "Please," she breathed, coming up for air briefly, "is there anything
else I can do for you?"

   "Sure," Sam said.  He nodded down towards his cock, rubbing up against
her belly.  "Why don't you suck me off?"

   Katarina looked suddenly uncertain.  Maybe that's the difference between
the princess and the slut, Sam thought; the slut gives head, and the
princess doesn't.  But she only hesitated a moment.  Dropping to her knees,
Katarina put her hands on Sam's hips for balance and leaned forward.

   "Just lick it a bit, at first," Sam advised.  "Yeah, that's good. 
Little kisses too.  Yeah.  Now, give it a suck -- gently.  Good.  Now lick
some more...oh, yeah, baby, that's great..."

   He continued to instruct her as she grew bolder, taking his cock further
into her mouth and sucking harder.  One of her hands left his hip to
encircle his shaft below her lips, and she started pumping him.  At his
suggestion she began using her tongue as well as her lips.  Either I'm a
really good teacher, Sam thought, closing his eyes to savor the feeling, or
she is a natural cocksucker...or maybe both...oh, yeah...

   "I'm going to come," he told her.  Katarina paused for an instant, then
determinedly continued.  It only took a few seconds before Sam came,
blowing his load into her mouth.  Katarina gave a little groan, and he
realized she had actually come again, just from the excitement of sucking
him.

   She swallowed and drew back, breathing deeply.  Her eyes were a little
wide, but she was smiling.

   "Wow," she said softly.  "I've never...I didn't realize how much fun
that was.  Did you like it?" she asked, almost naively, looking up at him.

   "Hell, yes!" Sam laughed.  "It was fantastic." He drew her up to her
feet again and kissed her.  "You should get dressed.  The period will be
over soon."

   Katarina laughed, but turned and started to dress.  "Like I care.  I'm
still walking on air." She sighed.  "It feels right to be naked with you.
Like clothes are a barrier."

   "Fair enough," Sam said with a smile, "but you probably don't want to be
naked with the rest of the school."

   "No," Katarina agreed.  They finished dressing.  Katarina put her arms
around Sam's neck and kissed him with real passion.  "I'll go back first.
Thank you, Sam.  Thank you so much." Her makeup was smudged, and her hair
was disordered, and her clothes, despite the care with which she had folded
them, looked a bit rumpled.  But Sam thought she looked even sexier now
than she had before.

   "Thank you," Sam said.  He took her arm and gave it a squeeze.  "It was
a lot of fun for me too." They exchanged another quick kiss, then she left
him, not looking back, but hips swaying enticingly the whole way.

   Chapter 13 Joan had dance class again that afternoon, so Sam spent the
time after school doing his homework and getting ready for his study
session that evening.  He wondered again if Gina was being affected by
whatever it was that had happened to him.  If she had, would she act on it?
Should he make a move?  They had been friends since childhood, but he had
been attracted to her for the last several years.  Did she reciprocate? 
Had things changed too much for her to be comfortable with him?

   When Joan came home Sam was just finishing his preparations.  She wore
the same dance clothes that she had the first day they'd made love, which
outlined her figure beautifully.  Sam looked at her admiringly as she came
into the living room and dropped with a sigh into a chair across from him.

   "How are you doing?" he asked her solicitously.

   "Beat," Joan said frankly.  "I haven't been getting enough sleep
recently, as you may have noticed.  Practice today really wiped me out."

   "I'm sorry," Sam said.

   "Yeah, me too," Joan gave him a dimpled grin.  "Otherwise I'd be over
there ripping your clothes off."

   Sam laughed.  "Tell you what," he proposed, "why don't you take a
shower, and then we'll take a nap.  It'll be a while before Mom gets home."

   "Sounds good." Joan yawned hugely and blinked.  "I'd better be quick, or
I'll fall asleep in the shower and drown."

   While Joan showered, Sam carried his study materials up to his room and
put them on his desk.  He kicked off his shoes and lay down on the bed,
relaxing.  By rights, he should be even more tired than Joan, but he
wasn't. He felt...peaceful.  Equally content to hold Joan in his arms or
make love to her, as she preferred.  Or almost equally content; he still
found her incredibly attractive.  But he was patient.  He knew she would
have sex with him any time he wanted, and enjoy it more if he didn't push
her too much.

   Joan came into his room shortly afterwards, wearing a sports bra and
panties and brushing her still-damp hair.  Putting her brush down on Sam's
night stand, she lay down next to him and gave him a quick kiss.

   "Mmmm," she sighed, as Sam put his arms around her and they nestled
together like spoons.  "That feels nice." They lay together comfortably for
a while before she added quietly, "I love you, little brother."

   Sam smiled, and kissed her hair from behind, smelling the faint scent of
her shampoo.  "I love you too, sis." The two of them drifted off to sleep.

   Sam woke later at the sound of the front door closing.  Joan lay asleep
in his arms, her face relaxed and peaceful, her breathing slow.  He
tightened his hold of her and she stirred a little in her sleep, sighing
and pressing closer against him.  He heard footsteps on the stairs, and his
mother looked in at the doorway, smiling.

   "Well, this is surprising," she said by way of greeting.

   "Hi, Mom," Sam said.  "What's surprising?"

   "You're both fully dressed," Caroline said.

   "Joan was feeling tired," Sam said.  "We took a nap."

   "Still tired," Joan said without opening her eyes.  "Hi, Mom."

   "Hi, honey." Caroline walked into the room and bent over the bed to give
Sam a deep kiss, then leaned further to give Joan a kiss as well, her
breasts brushing against Sam's side.  Joan opened her eyes as they kissed,
then laughed when her mother straightened up again.

   "Well, that's one way of waking up," Joan said with a yawn.

   Caroline was efficiently removing her clothes, laying them on the chair
by Sam's desk while her children watched with interest.  When she was nude
she walked back over and sat on the edge of the bed.

   "So, are you tired, Sam?" Caroline asked, her fingers tracing the line
of his erection through his trousers.

   "Not to speak of," Sam said.  He released Joan and settled onto his
back; Joan rolled over onto her other side so she could watch.

   "Good," Caroline said.  She unzipped his fly and efficiently removed his
trousers and shorts.  "I've been thinking about this all day.  Just lay
back and relax, honey."

   Sam sighed with pleasure as her mouth engulfed him.  Her enthusiasm for
the task was easy to see, as her head bobbed up and down his shaft, tongue
swirling vigorously.  It took only a couple of minutes for her to bring him
to a very pleasant climax.  She swallowed his cum happily, then sat up with
a look of satisfaction.

   "Huh," Joan said.  "That was pretty direct."

   "No point in beating about the bush," Caroline said calmly.  She got up
and began to dress again, while Sam readjusted his own clothing.  "Is
lasagna all right for dinner?"

   "Sounds good," Joan said.

   "That reminds me," Sam said.  "Gina is coming over after dinner to help
me study for my algebra make-up test tomorrow.  So..."

   "So, we shouldn't walk around the house naked?" Caroline finished.  "No
problem."

   Joan got up and headed for the door.  "I guess I should put something
on, then."

   Dinner passed, like any normal family meal, with the three of them
chatting about what they'd done that day.  The doorbell rang just as Sam
and Joan finished loading the dishwasher.  Sam went and opened it, to
reveal Gina standing there in her usual jeans and sweatshirt, with her book
bag lying on the ground at her feet.

   "Hey, Gina," he said, stepping aside to let her in.  "Thanks for coming
over."

   "No problem," she said.  She sounded a little nervous, and Sam
remembered her behavior that morning.

   "Are you all right?" he asked.

   Gina shook her head and gave him a smile.  "Yeah.  Yeah, I'm fine. 
Where do you want to work?"

   "Up in my room," Sam said.  "Come on."

   They passed Joan as they headed for the stairs.  She greeted Gina with a
grin.

   "Hi, Gina, how's it going?"

   "Pretty good," Gina said, sounding a little surprised.  "Thanks."

   "Cool.  Have fun, little brother." Joan walked into the living room, and
the two of them continued upstairs.

   "Is something going on with your sister?" Gina asked Sam.  "Normally she
kind of acts like we don't exist."

   "Well, she's been a bit friendlier lately," Sam understated.  "Maybe
because of my accident.  Here we go."

   Sam closed the door of his room, and the two of them settled down behind
his desk.  There wasn't a lot of room there, and Sam was aware of Gina's
arm pressing against his.  He thought that she noticed the contact as well,
but she gave little outward sign of it.

   They quickly went over the last two chapters in the book, then Gina
picked some problems for Sam to solve, unconsciously leaning against him
while she watched him work.  This was a bit distracting, but Sam
concentrated on the math.  After about two hours, Gina pushed her chair
back with a sigh and stretched.

   "Let's take a break," she suggested.  "You clearly know this stuff."

   "Okay," Sam agreed.  "Do you want something to drink?"

   "How about a coke?" Gina said.

   "Sure.  I'll go get it, wait here."

   In the kitchen, Joan was also getting a drink.  She gave Sam a wink.

   "So, you and Gina...are you gonna..?"

   "I don't know," Sam said.  "What do you think?"

   "I'd say, go for it.  She's cute, and nice.  And you need a girlfriend."

   Sam laughed.  "What about you and Mom?"

   "We'll still be here, of course.  But you can't really take either of us
out to the prom, or anything, can you?"

   Joan had a point, Sam thought, as he carried the cokes upstairs.  It
would be better if he had someone he could date publicly.  He supposed he
could try to turn Marcie or Katarina into a girlfriend, but he really
didn't know them very well, while Gina and he had been friends for years.
Would she want to, though?  He somehow didn't think he was destined for a
life of monogamy; would Gina be willing to accept that?  If she became his
girlfriend he could hardly conceal the nature of his relationship with his
mother and sister, nor would it be fair to her if he did.  Sam resolved to
play it by ear and see what developed, but not to lie to her.

   With drinks in both hands, Sam leaned against his bedroom door to shut
it.  Gina was sitting on his bed, looking at his bookcase with interest. 
At the sound of the door closing she looked up and smiled, seeming more
relaxed than before.

   "Here you go," Sam said, offering her a glass.  "Sorry there's no ice."

   "That's okay," Gina said.  She accepted the glass and sipped from it,
looking at Sam over the edge.  She was feeling more comfortable.  For days
she had felt conflicted between wanting Sam and worrying that it would ruin
their friendship.  In coming over to his house the conflict had been
intensified, every casual contact between them reminding her of how she
felt.  Finally, while Sam had been out of the room, she had decided just to
go with whatever happened, and not worry about consequences.  With that
decision, a weight seemed to have lifted from her mind.  She had always
liked Sam, and for the last couple of years had felt the stirrings of
attraction for him as well, though she had never acted on them.  But for
the last few days it had been different.  Every time she'd seen him, she
had been acutely aware of how sexy he was; thoughts of the two of them
together kept stealing into her mind at odd moments.  She thought that Sam
liked her as well, but she wasn't sure if he wanted her in that way; fear
of rejection had kept her from saying anything.

   Still, she thought, nothing ventured...

   Gina stretched, noting Sam's eyes flickering to the rise of her breasts
through her sweatshirt.  So, he did notice her.  She put her drink on the
night stand.

   "My shoulders are all kinked up from leaning over your desk," she said.
"Would you mind rubbing them a little?"

   "Sure," Sam said promptly, putting his own glass down.  "Why don't you
lie down?  Take your glasses off," he suggested.

   Gina put her glasses next to her drink and rolled over onto her stomach.
Sam's weight settled onto the bed next to her, then his fingers gently
probed the tight muscles behind her neck.  He applied more pressure, and
Gina gave an involuntary groan.

   "Ohhh, that feels good," she said with a little surprise.  "Where did
you learn to do that?"

   "Just native talent," Sam said, "and practice.  I give Mom and Joan back
rubs all the time.  Joan's always hurting something dancing."

   "Yeah, well...gymnastics..." Gina trailed off into a sigh of pleasure as
his hand moved down between her shoulder blades.  "You're really good at
this," she mumbled.

   "Thanks," Sam said.  "Why don't you let me give you a real massage?"

   "That sounds terrific," Gina said.  Sam began working his way down her
back, his fingers erasing tension as they went.  He had a very delicate
touch, but his hands were strong; he could bring pressure to bear on tight
muscles, while moving gently over sore spots.  Gina felt herself becoming
warm and limp as he relaxed her, but strangely excited as well; he was
touching her more intimately than anyone ever had, and it felt so good that
she didn't want it to stop.

   His hands reached her waist, and Gina expected him to quit, but instead
he just shifted down and began working on her legs.  Gymnastics had left
Gina's legs very muscular, but Sam seemed to have no trouble kneading the
backs of her thighs and calves, even through the thick denim of her jeans.
He unlaced her shoes, then began massaging her feet, pressing his thumbs
firmly into the arches and rubbing.  Normally Gina's feet were too
sensitive to be touched, but Sam seemed to have the knack of rubbing them
without tickling.

   Both feet done, he shifted up again, and worked on her waist and upper
buttocks.  After massaging those muscles, he stroked his hands lightly over
her rear, sending a tingle through her, then moved up again to gently rub
her neck and upper arms, drew his fingertips lightly over her scalp,
kneaded her shoulders again.

   "This would work better," Sam said, breaking the silence after nearly
half an hour without speaking, "if you took off your sweatshirt."

   "Oh..." Gina said.  "Um...Okay." She sat up, which seemed an enormous
effort at this point, and pulled the sweatshirt off over her head.  She
hesitated for a moment, then almost defiantly pulled off the t-shirt as
well.  Sam gave her an appreciative smile, and Gina felt herself blushing
as he dropped his gaze to her chest; her bra was translucent, and she knew
her nipples were visibly erect through the gauzy fabric.  She rolled back
onto her stomach and Sam started massaging again, his touch on her bare
skin even more pleasant than she had imagined.  She felt herself melting,
unable to move.  After a few minutes, Sam unhooked her bra without asking
and pulled the straps aside.  Gina didn't protest.  She felt a strange
mixture of languor and arousal, her body immobile but her pulse racing. 
Sam continued the back rub.

   "You...make me feel so good..." Gina said after a while.

   "I'm glad," Sam said without stopping.  After another minute or two he
asked, "Do you want this to go further?"

   This is it, Gina thought.  I can still say no.  But God, I don't want to
say no!

   "Yes," she managed to croak.  "Yes, I do."

   "All right, then," Sam said.  "Roll over."

   In spite of her earlier resolve, Gina hesitated for a few seconds before
complying.  Her unhooked bra had slipped off of her breasts; Sam leaned
over and removed it completely.  Gina could feel her heart pounding behind
her ribs as Sam's eyes roamed briefly over her bare torso.  A moment later
he went even further, unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping her fly.  Gina
raised her hips slightly to help him slide them off her.  She was now
nearly naked, wearing only her panties and socks.

   "You have a beautiful body," Sam said quietly.

   "Th-thank you," Gina managed to say, around a tightness in her throat.

   "Just relax," Sam said.  "This is really no different than before."

   In spite of his words, Gina felt herself tense as he put his hands on
her.  But Sam's massage quickly erased this new tension.  He rubbed her
shoulders and arms, gently worked the hard muscles of her abdomen, slid his
hands over her hips, massaged the fronts of her thighs.  His touch returned
to her feet; her removed her socks and rolled his thumbs firmly in the
arches and over the balls of her feet.

   Gina was almost completely relaxed when he finished.  She watched him
without moving as he shifted back up the bed, smiled at her, and put his
hands on her breasts.  Gina's eyes fluttered closed as he began to gently
knead them, not touching her nipples as first, but moving his fingers in
slowly converging spirals.  His hands cupped her, the tips of her breasts
pressing into his palms.  An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped her,
intensifying into a groan as he began stroking and rolling the nipples
between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.  Gina had
never felt so good.  She shuddered as Sam licked her, then sucked a nipple
into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.  Her eyes opened abruptly as
his hand moved between her legs.

   "Sam..." she said, tentatively.

   He raised his head, but his hands continued their movements.  "This is
the next step," he said.  "Are you ready for it?"

   "I...yes, I am."

   "All right, then." Sam lowered his mouth to her tit again, and his
fingers slipped inside her panties to stroke her sex.  It felt so good that
Gina gasped in astonishment.  Her arms encircled him, drawing him towards
her; her hips began rocking unconsciously in response to his touch.  The
part of her mind that was still capable of rational thought wondered how
Sam had learned so much about pleasing a woman.  He clearly had more
experience than she'd realized.  But she didn't care.  She just didn't want
him to stop.

   Her orgasm, when it came, took her by surprise.  Gina had masturbated
before, but it had never felt like this.  She cried out aloud in wonder as
a shockwave of pleasure shot through her body.  It seemed to go on and on,
before finally settling down into a state of languid exhaustion.

   Sam swung his feet up onto the bed and lay beside her, holding her in
his arms and rocking her gently.  Gina relaxed into him, feeling
wonderfully warm and safe.

   "How'd you learn to do that?" she finally asked.

   "Native talent," Sam said, "and practice."

   "Huh," Gina said.  "Didn't know about the practice."

   "No," Sam agreed.  "I haven't talked about it.  Was it nice?"

   "It was a lot more than nice," Gina said.  "As if you didn't know.  I
wonder if your Mom and sister heard me?"

   "If they did, they won't care," Sam assured her.  "Trust me."

   "I do," Gina said, "more than anyone." They lay together a while longer
before she said, "But I haven't done anything for you, yet."

   "This isn't like a transaction," Sam said.  "If you don't want to do any
more, we don't have to."

   "Don't you want to?" Gina asked.

   "Of course.  I want to have sex with you.  But I don't want to rush
you."

   Gina turned her head and kissed him.  It was their first kiss, composed
of equal parts sweetness and passion.

   "You're not rushing me," she said.  "I want to."

   "All right," Sam said.  He got to his feet.  "You've got about five
minutes to change your mind; after that, it's too late."

   Gina watched him with curiosity as he undressed.  She had never seen a
naked man before.  Sam's body was slim, but fairly muscular.  His chest was
hairless, but dark hair curled around his crotch, where his cock stood
firmly erect.  Gina was a little startled by how big it was.  She wasn't
sure that it would actually fit inside her.  Sam stepped back to the side
of the bed.

   "I, I guess I should take these off," Gina said, indicating her panties.

   "Let me," Sam said.  He grasped the hem and actually tore them off,
provoking a gasp of surprise.

   "You're strong," Gina said, her voice coming huskily from her throat.

   "It's a gift," Sam agreed.  He sat on the edge of the bed.  Gina timidly
touched his penis, curling her fingers around it.

   "It's okay," Sam assured her as she hesitated.  "It feels good."

   Gina slowly stroked her hand up and down his length, feeling the small
tremor of pleasure pass through him.  Emboldened, she tried a firmer grip.
A small drop of clear fluid appeared on the tip of his cock.

   "Okay," Sam said.  Gina let go, and he lay down again beside her.  His
hand moved lightly over her back and side, then over her breasts.  He
leaned forward to kiss her again.  "We'll go a little slow."

   "I...I've never done this, you know," Gina blurted.

   "I figured.  Don't worry.  It might hurt a little at first, but not
after that.  Still sure you want to do this?"

   "I'm sure," Gina said.

   Sam kissed her again, and that was nice.  She kissed him back.  His
hands moved over her body, and she responded slowly, hesitant through
inexperience rather than lack of enthusiasm.  Sam whispered encouragingly.
They began making out more urgently.  Somehow Sam eased her over onto her
back, and her legs apart; he knelt between them, supporting his weight on
his hands and knees, dropping little kisses on her face and neck and
breasts.  The tip of his cock touched her pussy and gently rubbed there,
urging her to open to him.  He slipped very slightly inside her, then
withdrew, again, and then again.  It felt wonderful.  Gina was shivering
with the pleasure of it.  Sam pushed a little further in and there was some
resistance; he backed off a bit, slipping in and out, then paused.

   "This is it, Gina," he said.  "It will probably hurt some."

   Gina drew in a deep breath, released it.  "I'm ready.  Do it."

   Sam instantly thrust in.  There was a sharp, tearing sensation and Gina
gasped at the pain.  Sam froze, motionless, buried inside her.

   "I'll hold still until you're ready to go on," he said.

   Gina nodded, tightly, trying to get herself under control.  It had
happened.  She wasn't a virgin any more.  Part of her wanted to laugh,
another part to cry.  There was a little pain, but it was fading.  After a
while, she cleared her throat.

   "I think...you can go on, now..."

   Sam started moving again, small slow strokes.  There was a bit of an
ache, but there was pleasure, too.  It was odd, to think that he was
actually inside her.  She could feel the pressure, feel the friction
against the lips of her pussy and the tingling in her clit.  Gina started
shifting her hips, trying to match his strokes, and that felt even better.
Sam began thrusting more deeply.  The pain was hardly noticeable now,
replaced by the slowly mounting pressure in her loins.  She recognized it
now as an approaching orgasm, and felt vaguely surprised to find that she
could come a second time, so soon after her first.  Sam was crooning
endearments into her ear, his warm body touching hers everywhere.

   "You're nearly ready, aren't you, Gina?" he said, hardly seeming out of
breath.

   "Yes...oh, yes.  I'm really close," she panted.

   "Me, too.  We're going to come together."

   "Yes, please, do it...oh, God, yes!"

   Ecstasy seared through her.  Sam's body had tensed against her; she felt
his cock pulsing inside her, and knew he was coming, too.  Little shocks of
pleasure kept rippling out, leaving her weak and exhausted in the
aftermath. Sam withdrew from her, another sudden jolt, and rolled over by
her side.  Gina felt a little cold without him on her; Sam seemed to sense
this, and he managed to pull the covers over them, while gathering her into
his arms.  She pillowed his head against his shoulder, sighing.

   "I've heard that the first time is bad, sometimes," she said.  "Couldn't
prove it by me!"

   Sam laughed, and kissed her forehead.  "It was great for me, too.  I
hope you're happy?  About what happened?"

   "Yes, I am," Gina said.  "I've wanted it...you...for a long time, but
especially recently.  I would see you, and almost ache.  I'm so glad we've
finally done it.  I'll never regret it."

   Sam was silent for a while.  When he spoke again, his voice was serious.

   "There's something we need to talk about.  I'd like you to be, you know,
my regular girlfriend..." A surge of joy went through Gina at those words.
"But," he went on, "there are things you need to know about me, before you
say yes.  If you even want to say yes."

   "I do want to," Gina told him.  "I love you.  I've loved you as a
friend, for years, but it's more than that."

   "I love you, too," Sam said honestly.  "In a lot of ways.  But please,
hear me out before you agree."

   Gina yawned.  She felt incredibly relaxed, and couldn't imagine anything
he could tell her that would change how she felt about him.  But she sensed
that this was important to Sam.

   "All right, go ahead," she said.

   "Okay.  Well, ever since my accident, I've been...different."

   "Different, how?" Gina prompted.

   "In a bunch of ways...but mainly, different with women."

   Sam told her about waking in the hospital, about the low roaring sound
in his head, which he scarcely noticed anymore, about Jenny the nurse and
Laura Severson next door.  Gina listened attentively, without commenting.

   "Wow," she said after he was finished.  "And you think that something
about you was affecting them?"

   "Yes.  And not just them."

   "I see," Gina said, and then did see.  "Oh.  You mean, you think it
affected me, too."

   "Yes," Sam said.

   Gina thought about it.  "I don't know.  It's weird.  I mean, I feel the
way I feel; I don't know why I feel this way.  I do know that I was
attracted to you long before your accident.  But you're right, my feelings
became much more, well, sexual, in the last few days."

   "I think it is a little different with you, just because we did already
have a kind of relationship.  What I feel for you is deeper than for most
of the other women, I think because I loved you before.  And I think maybe
your feelings are deeper, too.  I mean, it's not just sex."

   "No," Gina agreed, hugging him.  "It's not." She thought about it. 
"From the way you say 'most of the other women,' I take it it's not just
the two you told me about."

   "No," Sam said, "not just them.  And...the way I am, now, I couldn't
promise that there wouldn't be others, because there would.  In fact, there
are."

   "Hmm." Gina frowned.  "So, when you say you want me to be your
girlfriend, you don't mean that it would be exclusive.  I'd be your main
squeeze, but you would have sex with other women."

   "Yes.  It doesn't change how I feel about you, but I'd be lying if I
said otherwise."

   "What about me?" Gina asked.  "Would I be free to have sex with other
guys?"

   "If you wanted to," Sam said.  "That would only be fair.  Do you want
to?"

   "Well, not right now!" Gina said.  "Jeez, I just had sex for the very
first time with you!  I'm not about to go hop in some other guy's bed.  But
who knows what might happen?  Would it bother you if I did?"

   "I guess, if it changed the way you felt about me, it might," Sam
admitted.  "But not otherwise."

   Gina shook her head.  "I don't know, Sam.  I feel really, really good
right now, and it's screwing up my objectivity.  Look, let me think about
it, okay?"

   "Okay," Sam said.

   "Any other revelations?" she asked him.

   "Actually, there are," he said with a grin.  "But let's get through this
one first." He kissed her.  "Why don't we sleep on it?"

   Gina suddenly sat bolt upright, the bedclothes falling to her waist. 
"Oh my God!  What time is it?"

   Sam glanced at his alarm clock.  "Don't worry, it's only ten-thirty."

   "I've got to get home," Gina said.  "My dad will freak."

   She threw back the covers, and was starting to get up when a knock came
on the door.  Gina shot Sam a look of dismay, then fled back under the
covers, pulling them up to her chin.

   Sam laughed.  "Don't worry.  Come in!" he called.

   The door opened, and Sam's mother looked in, smiling.  She didn't turn a
hair at seeing the Sam and Gina in bed together; if anything, her smile
broadened slightly.

   "Hey, you two," she said.  "I just wanted to make a suggestion.  If Gina
would like to spend the night, I can call her parents and tell them that
the study session is going late, and she'll spend the night in our guest
room.  I'll drive her home in the morning before school."

   "Thanks, Mom," Sam said.  "What do you think, Gina?"

   Gina was staring at Mrs.  Raven with astonishment.  She had never
imagined Sam's mother reacting like this; as if she wanted them to sleep
together.  Gathering her wits, she said, "Well...I guess I'd like to stay.
Thanks."

   "Okay, I'll call them." Sam's mother started to leave, then paused.  "I
think there's a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.  Good night!"

   Chapter 14 "You know," Gina said the next morning, "I never realized how
weird it felt to wear jeans with no underwear." Looking at herself in Sam's
mirror, she ran a hand over her denim-clad rear.  "Some Neanderthal ripped
my panties off, and now I have to suffer the consequences."

   Sam chuckled.  "Sorry about that.  I'll buy you a new pair."

   "I bet you say that to all the girls." Gina leaned over and kissed him.
She had already dressed, since she would have to go home and change before
school, but Sam was still wearing only a bathrobe.  "Now I think about it,
maybe you do say that to all the girls."

   "Well, not all of them," Sam said.  After a pause, he asked, "So, have
you decided?  About us?"

   "Yeah." Gina sat on the edge of the bed, looking more serious.  "It took
me a while to fall asleep...I mean, even after..." She blushed.  "Anyway,
I'm not used to sharing a bed.  So I thought about it while I was lying
there."

   "And?" Sam prompted.

   "Well...I still feel pretty much the same, even knowing about the other
women.  I still want you.  And why make trouble now because I might feel
differently in the future?  It might never happen, and if it does we can
deal with it then.  So, if the offer's still open, I'd like to be your
girlfriend."

   Sam hugged her.  "I love you," he said.

   "Me too," Gina replied.  "Wow.  Be sure to tell me that a lot."

   Sam held her in his arms.  After a while, Gina said, "So, are you going
to tell me the other revelations now?"

   "I guess so," Sam said.  He released her and got up.  "Let's go get
breakfast.  I heard Mom and Joan get up a while ago."

   Caroline and Joan were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast.
Caroline had dressed, since she was taking Gina home, but Joan was also
still in her bathrobe.  They greeted Gina with no trace of awkwardness, and
Caroline got up to get more breakfast for the new arrivals.

   After eating for a few minutes, Gina ventured, "So, I guess you know all
about what Sam told me last night."

   Caroline and Joan exchanged glances, and Caroline said, "Yes, I'd
imagine we do.  How do you feel about it?"

   "All right, I guess," Gina said.  "A little strange, maybe, but not
bad."

   "I haven't yet told her quite everything," Sam said.  "Gina, I told you
there were other women, right?"

   "Yes," Gina said.

   Sam hesitated, and Joan spoke up.

   "Well, you're sharing breakfast with two of them."

   For a moment Gina looked confused.  Then her eyes widened.

   "You mean...you and your Mom?!"

   Caroline sighed.  "That was very diplomatic, dear."

   "How on earth do you break it gently?" Joan asked defensively.  "Might
as well just come out with it."

   Gina was still fixed on the main point.  "Sam had sex with both of you?"

   "Yes," Caroline confirmed.  "Several times."

   "But that's..."

   "Incest," Caroline agreed.  "That bothered me at first, but I'm kind of
used to the idea now."

   Gina continued staring at the two of them in astonishment.  Then, to
Sam's relief, she laughed.

   "Well, that explains why you were so cool about my staying over!"

   "I hope you won't tell anyone," Caroline said.  "I don't think most
people would understand."

   "You can say that again!" Gina exclaimed.  "I had no idea."

   "Does this change your mind about us?" Sam asked her.

   "I guess not," Gina answered, after considering it.  "I mean, it doesn't
really change anything.  I knew there were other women.  I just didn't know
who they were." She shook her head.  "Weird.  Not that I'm criticizing,"
she hastily added.  "I promise I won't tell anyone."

   "It is weird," Caroline said.  "But I think you'll become comfortable
with it."

   "I guess we'll find out," Gina said.  She glanced at the clock, then
quickly spooned the last of her cereal into her mouth.  "Sorry, do you
think you could take me home now?  I'll need to shower and change before
school..."

   "Of course." Caroline got up.  "You two can get ready on your own,
right?"

   "Sure, Mom," Sam said, and Joan added "Go ahead."

   Sam walked Gina to the door, and gave her a quick kiss goodbye.  He
returned to the kitchen to find Joan putting the breakfast dishes in the
sink.

   "Well, she took that pretty well," Joan commented.

   "No doubt thanks to your subtle way of telling her," Sam teased her.

   Joan gave him a mock scowl.  "Complaints, complaints." She looked at the
clock and dried her hands.  "Want to get a shower, little brother?  It'll
save us some time."

   As it happened, not much time was saved.  Soaping each other up led to
kissing under the shower spray; kissing led to fooling around, running
hands over slick skin; fooling around led to Joan leaning against the wall
with her legs spread while Sam eased his rock-hard cock into her from
behind.  She gave a little sigh of pleasure that turned into a moan as
Sam's hands found her soapy tits and began rubbing them gently.

   "So," Joan gasped after a while, wriggling with pleasure as Sam pumped
steadily in and out of her, "did you have a good time with Gina last
night?"

   "Mmm-hmm," Sam said.  "And did you and Mom have a good time last night?"

   "Yeah," Gina said, then groaned, "Oh, fuck...yeah, we did.  It was a
little different...without you there...but it was nice."

   "Tell me what happened," Sam said.

   "Well, we just kissed and cuddled for a while...then Mom wanted me to
suck her tits, so I did that...it was great...she came after a while, just
from that...then she licked my pussy.  It was the first time she'd done
that, but she was really good...oh, Jesus, I'm going to come soon..."

   "Me too, sis," Sam said.  "I'm going to come inside you." He leaned
forward and licked her ear.  "How does that make you feel?"

   "Oh, God..." she moaned.

   "Mmmm, yeah.  All my come, splashing into you..."

   "Oh, Christ, yes!" Joan screamed, and came.  Sam came too, his prick
spurting inside her, seeming to drive her even further.  Joan almost
collapsed as her knees buckled, but Sam supported her, one arm around her
waist, the other wandering over her belly and breasts.

   Drying off afterwards, Joan kissed Sam very sweetly.

   "That was wonderful, little brother," she said.  "The thought of you
coming inside me...it just pushed me over the edge." She shook her head. 
"We've never tried it standing, before.  More work, but really cool."

   "Yeah," Sam agreed.  "Let's go, we've got to get dressed for school."

   At school, Sam met up with Gina and Cameron by their lockers before the
start of first period.  Cameron greeted them with a casual wave, then asked
"So, how did the studying go?"

   Gina turned a little pink, but grinned.  "I'd say it went really well.
Right, Sam?"

   "Uh-huh," he agreed, flipping through the combination on his lock.

   Cameron turned to look at Gina, then frowned.  "There's something
different about you."

   Gina shrugged a little defiantly.  "I'm wearing contacts.  Got tired of
wearing glasses.  I already wore contacts to compete; might as well wear
them all the time."

   Cameron was still frowning.  "Yeah...but there's something else...is
your hair different?"

   Gina blushed again.  "I'm wearing it down.  How long have we known each
other, that you don't remember how it usually is?"

   "Hey, I noticed!" Cameron protested.  "Didn't I, Sam?"

   "Yep." Sam picked up his books and closed his locker.  "I think you look
great," he said to Gina, smiling at her.

   "Thanks, Sam," she said, almost shyly.  Hesitating a moment, she
suddenly stretched up and gave him a quick kiss.  "See you in class!" she
said, and fled.

   Sam watched after her fondly, then turned back to Cameron, who looked
stunned.  "Close your mouth," he suggested.  "Something might fly in."

   "She kissed you!" Cameron said.

   "Yeah.  Observant as always," Sam said.

   "Are you two..."

   "An item?  Yeah.  Since last night."

   Cameron shook his head disbelievingly.  "Wow!  I mean, it's great," he
added hastily.  "But...wow!"

   "Pretty much my opinion, too," Sam said.  "Come on.  We've got to get to
class."

   For the rest of the day it was clear that Cameron was dying to ask
questions, but couldn't figure out how to do so.  Gina blushed every time
she looked at him, and Sam found the situation quite entertaining.  He
suggested to Cameron that he come over some time that weekend, with the
hint that he would give him the whole story then, and Cameron quickly
agreed.

   During a brief few minutes together after lunch Sam took Gina aside to
talk with her.

   "So, I really need to tell Cameron what's going on," he said.

   Gina nodded seriously.  "Yeah.  But will you tell him...everything?"

   "I think so.  He's my best friend.  I don't like keeping secrets from
him."

   "It might freak him out, though," she warned.

   "I know.  But I don't want to lie.  I'll have to chance it."

   Gina came into his arms for a brief but intense hug.  "Love you."

   "Love you, too," Sam said, and kissed her.  Gina sighed.

   "What's the matter?" Sam asked.

   "Nothing!" she said.  "It's just -- we're going to have to tip-toe
around my Dad and Step mom.  I'm sure they wouldn't like my sleeping over
at your place on a regular basis.  I got some pretty suspicious questions
this morning as it was, even with your Mom's call."

   "Hmmm." Sam thought about it.  "Maybe..."

   "Yes?" Gina prompted when he trailed off.

   "Well...if I had a chance to talk with your parents for a while, it
might change things.  This...whatever it is I have, seems to affect people
with exposure.  They might come around."

   Gina looked thoughtful.  "It's worth a shot, I guess.  You could come
over for dinner tonight.  They never care if I invite people.  We could see
if it works."

   "All right," Sam agreed.  "I'll tell my Mom." He looked at his watch. 
"It's almost class time.  I wish we could sneak off somewhere..."

   "Me, too," Gina said, giving him another kiss before squirming out of
his embrace.  "Maybe later."

   The rest of the day passed quickly.  Gina walked Sam to their math class
after the final bell, so he could take the algebra test, then gave him a
kiss for luck before leaving.  Sam rapped gently on the door, then entered
when his teacher called "Come in!"

   Vanessa Gray was in her mid-forties, but still quite attractive: a tall
black woman with short-cut, graying hair and a nice figure.  She was a good
teacher, but rather strict, and she frowned at Sam now.

   "So, Sam, are you ready for this exam?"

   "Yes, ma'am," he said, putting his books down on a desk and sitting.

   "I don't know if you talked to any of your classmates," Vanessa said,
rising and picking up a small stack of papers, "but I made up completely
new questions for your exam.  So knowing what I asked before won't help
you."

   "I'll do my best," Sam said mildly.

   "All right, then." Mrs.  Gray handed him the test and looked at the
clock.  "You can start.  You have forty-five minutes."

   Sam obediently leaned over his paper and began to work.  Vanessa watched
him for a minute or two, but couldn't fault his attitude.  He concentrated
on the questions, his dark hair tumbling over his forehead.  Satisfied, his
teacher took out some homework assignments and began to grade them.  Sam
had always been a good student, she reflected.  And it wasn't as if he had
deliberately chosen to miss the earlier test.  Like everyone, Vanessa had
been shocked to hear of his collapse, and relieved at his recovery.  He
looked little the worse for his experience.  Vanessa found herself studying
his appearance.  He looked the picture of health.  Really, a very handsome
boy.  She had never noticed it before, but his square jaw and dark eyes
lent his face real character.  Quite handsome.  Sexy, even.

   Vanessa continued to grade papers, but found her attention continuing to
wander back to her student.  He seemed to be making good progress on the
exam; he had already turned over the first two pages.  He stretched a
little before continuing, and Vanessa was impressed at the evidence of
muscle showing through his thin t-shirt.  I wonder if the girls appreciate
him, or if they don't notice him because he's quiet.  I never really
noticed him that much myself, even though I knew he was smart, and a hard
worker.

   The teacher went off into a day-dream where she chatted with Sam about
his personal life, how he got along with the other students, what he found
sexy in a woman.  With a start she recalled herself.  This wasn't at all a
suitable way to think about a student.  He was really only a boy.  And she
was responsible for him.  Determinedly, Vanessa returned to grading.  She
had to maintain a proper attitude.  He was a handsome boy, yes.  But that
was no excuse for wondering what it would be like to kiss him, or to feel
his hands on her body, or his hard cock inside her...

   It was too hot in the classroom.  Sweat had started to stand out on her
forehead.  Surreptitiously she wiped it off, then unbuttoned the top two
buttons on her blouse.  It was hard to concentrate when one was so hot. 
Little things kept distracting her; the way her damp blouse clung to her
skin, how her nipples seemed oddly sensitive, irritated by the fabric of
her bra.  A small but pleasant tingling had started between her legs; she
squeezed her thighs together to suppress it, but it increased instead.

   "Mrs.  Gray?"

   Vanessa almost jumped at Sam's unexpected voice.

   "Umm, yes, Sam?"

   "I've finished." Sam indicated the completed test in front of him.

   "Oh!" she said blankly, and looked at the clock.  "My, that was quick.
Only half an hour.  Are you sure you don't want more time to check over
your work?"

   "I think I'm ready," Sam said.

   "Right!  Well, bring me the test.  I suppose I can grade it now."

   Sam brought the test up to her desk, then watched quietly as she took
the answer key out of a folder and began grading his exam.  His work was
neat and precise; there were few things crossed out or erased.  As Vanessa
systematically went from problem to problem, she became aware that with the
top two buttons of her blouse undone, Sam could look down her shirt from
where he was standing.  She resisted the urge to glance up and see if he
was looking, but the possibility made the tingling between her legs even
stronger.

   Finally, she reached the last page.  Sam's test was completely correct.
Flipping back to the front page, Vanessa wrote "100% (!)" at the top.

   "A perfect score," she said, looking up.  Sam was smiling at her, a
smile not of elation, but of satisfaction; as if he's expected to do so
well.  Vanessa was once again forcibly aware of how sexy he was, and found
it difficult to breathe.  She wanted him, badly.  And from the glint in his
eye, she thought he realized it.

   "I think you deserve a reward for that," Vanessa heard herself saying.

   "A reward, Mrs.  Gray?" Sam asked innocently.

   "Please," she said, rising from her chair.  "Call me Vanessa.  Have a
seat, why don't you?"

   Sam settled down onto the chair by her desk, and Vanessa sat on his lap
facing him, her legs straddling his body.  She pressed her lips against
his; his mouth opened, and her tongue slipped in.  She could feel his
hardness through the fabric of his trousers, feel her breasts pressing
against his chest.  His hands gripped her ass, pulling her crotch more
firmly against him.

   Breaking the kiss, she asked huskily, "What do you think of that
reward?"

   "I liked it," Sam said.

   "Mmmm." She pressed her mouth against his once more, lips working
together, tongues dancing.  Sam's hands had moved to her breasts, and he
kneaded them roughly through layers of cloth.  It felt very good; Vanessa
knew she shouldn't let a student touch her in this way, but she couldn't
stop it.  Pulling back a little, she smiled and slipped off of his lap.

   "Maybe there's something else you'd like even better," she purred, her
hands moving to unfasten his belt.  Why am I doing this?  she thought, but
she knew what she wanted, and had to have it.  She smiled in appreciation
as she extracted his stiff penis from his trousers, then leaned forward to
take it in her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored the tang of his
pre-cum.  It was so good.  She heard Sam moan as she began to suck and move
her tongue over his cock, and she was elated at the sound of his pleasure.

   It took only a few minutes of patient sucking for Sam came in Vanessa's
mouth, and she swallowed his cum greedily.  His cock stayed miraculously
hard.  It had been wonderful having him in her mouth, but she knew where
she really wanted him.  Rising quickly, Vanessa kicked off her shoes, then
stripped off her pantyhose and panties.  Raising her skirt, she straddled
his body, then lowered herself, sighing as his hardness impaled her.

   She began to rise and fall on his shaft, grunting with effort and
pleasure.  Sam was unbuttoning her blouse; he pushed it aside, then
unfastened her bra and took a firm nipple in his mouth.  The sudden new
pleasure pushed Vanessa over the edge, and she moaned as an orgasm blazed
through her, leaving her weak.  Sam's cock was still hard; she started to
pump him in and out of her again, wanting him to come inside her.

   When he finally came, the feel of him spurting deep in her pussy
triggered another climax in Vanessa's exhausted body.  She collapsed
against him, groaning as aftershocks of ecstasy radiated outward from the
junction of their flesh.

   "I've never..." she murmured.  "That was..."

   "Shhh," Sam said, rocking her.  "It's OK."

   "But I shouldn't have...you're my student..."

   "I'm not an ordinary student," Sam told her calmly.

   "No, you're not," Vanessa agreed.  "Not ordinary, at all."

   After another minute Vanessa rose from his lap, his cock withdrawing
from her, sending another shiver of exquisite pleasure through her body. 
Somewhat dazedly, she began to dress, while Sam refastened his clothing. 
He gathered up his books and prepared to leave.

   "Vanessa," he said.  Not 'Mrs.  Gray,' she noticed.

   "Yes, Sam?" she answered.

   "Don't tell anyone what happened here." He was smiling, but his eyes
were serious.

   "No, I won't."

   "Good.  See you Monday." he turned and left the classroom, Vanessa
looking after him.  She still didn't know why she had fucked one of her own
students; but she knew it had been the best sex she'd ever had, and that
she would do it again, anytime he wanted.

   With a sigh, Vanessa made an effort to dismiss the incident, and
returned to grading homework.  Chapter 15 When Sam got home, Marcie's red
Miata was once more parked in the driveway.  There was no sign of Joan or
Marcie downstairs, but faint sounds came drifting from Joan's room.  With a
private grin Sam climbed the stairs and knocked on the door.

   "Is that you, Sam?" Joan called from inside.

   "Yeah, it's me," he answered.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Come in."

   Sam entered to find Joan and Marcie in bed together, their clothing
scattered about the floor.  Joan was propped up on a couple of pillows,
cradling Marcie in her arms; Marcie suckled at one of Joan's tits, for all
the world like a baby nursing.

   "Hey, Sam," Joan said, stroking Marcie's hair.  "How was the test?"

   "Easy," Sam said.  "Hi, fuck toy."

   Marcie didn't stop, but she gave a little moan at his greeting, which
sent a tremble of pleasure through Joan's frame.

   "I see you two have been busy," Sam commented.

   "Yeah, well, we didn't have you to entertain us," Joan said.  "Oh, that
feels good, baby...do you want to join in?" she asked Sam.

   Despite his recent session with Vanessa, Sam was hard again at the sight
of the two girls making out.  He answered his sister by dropping his book
bag and pulling off his shirt.  When he was completely nude he approached
the bed and pulled back the covers, revealing the two lovely girls.  Joan
looked up at him with an inviting smile, turning slightly to stretch out
her long dancer's legs.  Marcie was lying on her side, her arms around
Joan's waist, while she licked and sucked at the other girl's nipples.  Sam
admired them for a few moments, two beauties in the flush of sexual heat.
He sat on the edge of the bed behind Marcie, easing a hand between her
legs. She moaned again at his touch.  Her pussy was very wet; she was
clearly aroused and ready for him.  She rolled more onto her stomach and
spread her legs.

   Sliding closer to her, Sam put the tip of his cock against Marcie's
opening and gently pressed in.  She groaned in pleasure, pausing in her
attack on Joan's tits to say "Oh, God, that feels good, Sam!"

   "Feels great to me," he grunted, letting his weight come down across her
body.  Marcie was now pressed tightly between Sam and Joan.  Joan tilted
Marcie's chin up for a kiss, then leaned past her to kiss Sam, her hands
moving on Marcie's body.  Sam's tongue traced the line of Joan's lips,
before drawing her own tongue into his mouth.  Marcie was making small
sounds of pleasure as Sam's cock thrust repeatedly into her cunt and Joan's
fingers caressed her.

   "Oh, oh, please, fuck me, fuck me," Marcie pleaded.  "I, I, I need it so
badly...oh, it feels so good..."

   Sam continued pumping in and out of her, but his attention was focussed
on Joan as they made out.  Joan nibbled at his ear, while his lips nuzzled
her throat.  Joan's hands had found Marcie's breasts, and she gently
tweaked and pinched her nipples in time to Sam's thrusts.  Marcie was
almost incoherent with pleasure now, low moans coming continuously from
her. Without pausing in his movements, Sam wriggled one hand under her; his
finger reached Marcie's clit, and stroked.  This was all that she needed to
push her over the edge; Marcie half-screamed as she came, sweaty body
thrashing between her two lovers as they continued to kiss each other
passionately across her.

   Sam had not yet come.  He let Marcie's orgasm ease before withdrawing
from inside her and letting her roll over, panting with exhaustion but eyes
glowing in ecstasy.  Seconds later he was on Joan, her legs spread wide to
receive him, and thrust deeply into her willing cunt.  Ready as she was,
Joan still gasped as his hardness filled her.

   "Oh, damn, brother," she whispered intensely.  "I love you so much; I
love holding you, and kissing you, and fucking you..."

   "I love you, too, sis," Sam said back.  "You're mine...you'll always be
mine..."

   Joan groaned her acceptance as Sam claimed her.  She didn't know if
there would ever be other men for her; but she knew, whether there were or
not, a part of her would always be Sam's, that she would be his whenever he
wished.  He was her brother, and her lover; but he was more than that.  He
was something she didn't even have words for, and she was his.

   Sam came, then, and Joan came as well, an eruption of raw sexual power
through her body, pulling her in, obliterating thought.  She floated on a
tide of pleasure, filled with a sweetness that was more than just sex. 
Joan gradually came to herself, feeling her brother's warm weight on her,
his softening prick inside her.  Marcie lay beside her with a look close to
awe on her face.  Joan felt bathed in love, warm and relaxed and content.

   "It's all right, Marcie," Joan said, feeling moved to offer some kind of
reassurance.

   "It looked more than just all right," Marcie said.  "Do...do I look like
that?  When Sam is fucking me, I mean?"

   "I don't know how I look, so how could I say?" Joan answered.  "But you
looked pretty damned happy."

   "I was.  I am," Marcie said, so quietly that she was barely audible. 
"Very happy."

   The three of them rested for a long time, pressed close together on
Joan's bed, which hadn't been made with threesomes in mind.  After a while,
Joan spoke up.

   "Oh, Gina called.  She said dinner tonight is fine with her folks."

   "Great." Sam yawned.  "I'd better call Mom at work and tell her."

   "So, you won't be here, later?" Marcie asked, sounding disappointed. 
Joan laughed.

   "What, haven't you had enough?"

   Marcie looked a little embarrassed, but gave a shy grin.  "I don't know
if I could ever have enough.  But I guess it'll have to do."

   After resting a bit longer, Sam went for a much-needed shower.  He
dressed with a bit more care than usual, wanting to make a good impression
on Gina's father and stepmom.  In a way, he felt silly; he'd known them for
years, since he and Gina had both been kids.  But things were different
now, even if they didn't yet realize it.

   Sam phoned his mother at work to tell her about Gina's dinner
invitation.

   "OK," she agreed, when he'd explained.  "You can eat over there, if you
like.  Are you planning to tell her parents anything?"

   "I don't know," Sam said.  "I think I'll play it by ear.  It would be
good if Gina's parents were all right with us being together -- she could
stay over here whenever she wanted, or I could stay over there.  But I
don't want to risk turning them against us.  I'll see how it goes."

   "Sounds smart," Caroline agreed.  She dropped her voice a little.  "My
only regret, baby, is that you won't be there to fuck my brains out when I
get home."

   Sam laughed.  "I'll make it up to you."

   "Oh, believe me, you will." Her voice was practically purring out of the
phone.

   "Well, Marcie's here," Sam said.  "Maybe she can help console you."

   "Sounds nice," Caroline agreed, her voice dropping even lower.  "But not
really a substitute for feeling your long, hard cock inside me."

   Sam had never imagined hearing his mother talk like that, but found it
really turned him on.  "Hmmm," he said.  "It's getting longer and harder
just listening to you."

   "Really?" she asked, no more than a breathy whisper now.

   "Absolutely."

   "That's nice.  Long, and hard, and thick.  You know, my snatch is
getting all wet just thinking about it."

   "Is it?" Sam said.

   "Definitely.  All hot and wet."

   "Is anybody there?" Sam asked her.

   "No.  But my office door is open."

   "Are you sitting at your desk?" Sam visualized the layout of his
mother's office.

   "Yes, I am," she said.

   "They couldn't see, then, if you put your hand in your lap..."

   "No," Caroline agreed.  "Ooohh."

   "...and then pulled up your skirt..."

   "Uh-huh.."

   "...and slid your fingers inside your panties..."

   "Oh, God," Caroline moaned slightly.  "OK, they're there."

   "How does it feel?" Sam asked her.

   "G-good.  All hot...and slippery..."

   "You could rub yourself a little," Sam suggested.

   "Yeah...oh, fuck..." Caroline's whisper sounded strained.

   "Does it feel nice?"

   "Very...very..nice..."

   "Can you imagine that it was my hand?"

   "Ooohh..."

   "And that I was rubbing your clit?"

   "Jesus, oh, oh..."

   "While sliding a finger deep inside you?"

   "Oh...honey...I'm going to come..."

   Sam was grinning to himself.  "That sounds like an excellent idea.  Why
don't you come for me?"

   "Oh, fuck..." a strangled gasp came over the phone as Caroline tried to
stifle the sounds of her orgasm.  Sam wondered if the secretary, right
outside the door to his mother's office, could hear.  Caroline was
breathing heavily now, trying to recover without making too much noise.

   "Baby...that was..." she broke off abruptly.  Then Sam heard her speak
to someone else, "Oh, hello, Mr.  Reynolds...yes, I have that memo right
here...sorry, I was just talking to my son...I'll get off and bring it over
to your office...right, it'll just be a minute."

   "I thought," Sam said, "that you'd already gotten off."

   "Very funny," Caroline said.  "That was nice, sweetie, but if you do it
too often I'm going to get fired." She didn't sound mad, though, just
breathless and happy.

   "I'll try to save it for special occasions, then," Sam said teasingly.

   "Yes, do that," Caroline said.  "Have a nice time at Gina's.  Don't do
anything I wouldn't do."

   "Not sure what that would be," Sam said, "but I won't.  Love you."

   "Love you, too, baby.  Bye." The phone clicked down.

   Chapter 16 Marcie had decided to stay for dinner, but she was happy to
give Sam a lift over to Gina's house.  It seemed that neither Gina's father
nor her stepmother were home yet, but Sam saw the curtains move in the
window of Gina's room as he got out of the red Miata and waved his thanks
to Marcie.

   Gina opened the door and dragged him inside before he could knock.  Sam
rocked back against the door as she leaned into him, pressing her body
against him in a passionate kiss.

   "Hi," Sam said when they eventually came up for air.

   "Hi.  Lover," Gina said, as if trying the word out.  "How'd the test go
with Mrs.  Gray?"

   "One hundred percent," Sam said.  "Thanks to your expert help."

   "Ha!" Gina said, then kissed him again.  "As I recall, we spent a lot of
that study time fucking like rabbits."

   "Well, yeah," Sam said between kisses.  "But really, really smart
rabbits."

   "Mmm.  You say the sweetest things."

   Gina had practically climbed Sam's body, his hands under her ass to
support her while her arms and legs wrapped around him.  Sam reflected that
there was a lot to be said for dating a gymnast.

   "So...what time do your folks get home?" he asked after a while.

   Gina looked over her shoulder at the clock and groaned.  "Too soon.  Why
didn't you get here earlier?"

   "Sorry," Sam apologized.  "I got distracted.

   "I'll bet," Gina said.  She dropped back down to the floor and took
Sam's hand, tugging him gently towards the stairs.  "Let's go to my room.
Whose car was that, anyway?"

   "Joan's friend, Marcie's," Sam said, letting himself be guided.

   "So...is she one of your...?"

   "Yep," Sam said.

   Gina gave a surprising little shiver.  "Oh.  You know, I thought I'd be
jealous at thinking of you with other women, but I'm not.  In fact..."

   "Yes?" Sam prompted when she hesitated.

   "Well...in fact, it's kind of hot.  I think of you with Joan, or now
with Marcie, and it makes me feel kind of..." she shrugged, then grinned.

   "Hmm.  How do you feel when you think of me with Joan and Marcie?"

   "Oh, Lord." Gina practically dragged Sam into her room.  "Come in here."

   Gina's room was rather like a feminine version of Sam's: a desk piled
with schoolbooks and a large bookcase crammed with paperbacks, with a row
of gymnastics trophies on the top.  Posters of great gymnasts were tacked
up on the walls, and a little huddle of stuffed animals watched from the
nightstand.  Sam had been there many times before, but he paused to look
around appreciatively.

   "This room," he said, "is like you."

   "Yeah," Gina said, "a total mess!"

   Sam turned and swept her up into his arms, provoking a squeak of
surprise.

   "Careful!" Gina said, clinging to him.  "Don't drop me."

   "Not a chance," Sam said.  He laid her down gently onto the bed, then
paused to kick his shoes off before joining her there.

   "I meant," he said between kisses, "it's warm, and friendly, and full of
interesting stuff."

   "Mmmm," Gina sighed against his lips.  "It's a lot more interesting with
you in it."

   The two of them were making out when they heard the sound of the garage
door opening.  A few seconds later, the door into the house banged open.

   "Gina?" came the voice of Gina's stepmother from downstairs.

   Gina sighed, and sat up.  "We're up here, Angie!" she called,
refastening her bra and pulling her shirt back down.  "In my room!"

   When Angie poked her head into the bedroom, Sam was sitting on the desk
chair and Gina was propped up on the bed, both looking quite innocent. 
Angie smiled vaguely at Sam, then said to Gina, "So, I haven't really
planned anything for dinner.  I thought we might order a pizza."

   "OK," Gina said, and Sam added "Sounds great, Mrs.  diCosta."

   "Your dad'll be home soon," Angie added, withdrawing into the hallway
and continuing to her bedroom.  "Maybe you should go downstairs."

   Gina was the baby of her family; she had two older brothers, both
already graduated from college and living in other cities.  She had once
told Sam that she thought her birth had been an attempt by her parents to
save their marriage.  If so, it had been only temporarily successful.  The
diCostas had split up when Gina was seven, an event that Sam remembered
vividly, since it had reduced his normally unshakeable friend to
unpredictable fits of tears.  Gina's father had remarried a few years later
to a much younger woman: Angie was only a year older than Mr.  diCosta's
oldest son, which had led Sam's mother to quietly comment about men trading
in for newer models.  Despite this, their marriage seemed fairly happy. 
Angie was a pretty, passive woman, affectionate in a vague way, not
especially bright but good-natured, and she got along reasonably well with
Gina, largely because she made no attempt whatsoever to act like a mother
to a girl only twelve years younger than herself and considerably smarter.

   Sam and Gina went downstairs to sit chastely in the livingroom, waiting
for Gina's father to get home, while Angie changed clothes in her room.

   "So, how does this work?" Gina asked Sam after a bit.

   "I haven't the faintest idea," he admitted.  "I don't even know if it
will work.  Let's just keep our eyes on your Dad and Stepmom and see how
they act."

   The sound of the garage door came again at this point.  "Looks like
we're about to get the chance," Gina said.  She sounded a bit nervous. 
"I'll follow your lead."

   Sam gave Gina's hand a squeeze.  "It'll be fine," he said, once again
feeling a sensation of inner confidence.  "Trust me."

   Roberto diCosta was in his fifties, but he remained very fit.  He was a
big man with graying hair and a booming voice.  He kissed his daughter
vigorously on the cheek, wrung Sam's hand and clapped him on the shoulder
with enough force to knock down an ox.  Since this was his usual greeting,
Sam took no notice of it, other than to discreetly rub his shoulder when
Mr. diCosta looked away for a moment.  Gina grinned at him.

   "So," Mr.  diCosta boomed, "was the late-night studying a success?  How
was the test?"

   "I got a hundred percent," Sam said.  "Thanks to Gina."

   "Not hardly," Gina contradicted.  "Sam is really smart."

   "Well, you're both beyond me.  Math.  Was never any good at it." Mr. 
diCosta shook his head, not seeming particularly upset at this lack.  "Hey,
Angie!" he called up the stairs.  "What's for dinner?"

   Angie wandered downstairs a brief time later, presenting her cheek to be
kissed, which her husband did heartily.  She explained her plan to order
pizza, received his approval, and wandered off to make the phone call.  Mr.
diCosta sat in a chair, opposite the couch where Sam and Gina sat not quite
touching, and engaged them in a running interrogation about school, sports,
and the weather, interrupting himself from time to time to call suggestions
of toppings out to Angie in the other room.  Eventually Angie returned, to
sit demurely in another armchair and contribute occasional monosyllables to
the conversation.

   At first, there was no indication of any influence at work.  Mr. 
diCosta tended to dominate conversations, but Sam was used to that; and his
interests and comments seemed much the same as usual.  Then, during a pause
in the discussion of which sports teams had a chance, Angie suddenly piped
up.

   "So -- how old are you now, Sam?" she asked.

   "Umm, sixteen.  Same as Gina," Sam answered.

   "So, do you go out at nights?"

   Sam blinked a little.  "Well, yeah.  Sometimes."

   Angie explained, "We've been talking about whether Gina should be
allowed to date, if she wants to."

   "Who's `we'?  " Gina asked.  "Nobody's said anything to me."

   "Me and your father," Angie said.  "I told him that I went out on dates
when I was sixteen.  He's just old-fashioned."

   "No, I'm not," Mr.  diCosta protested.  "I just don't want her to go out
with anyone untrustworthy.  You never know what boys are thinking."

   Angie actually grinned a little.  "I have a pretty good idea what boys
are thinking," she said.  "Weren't you ever sixteen?"

   Mr.  diCosta actually blushed a little, and Sam interceded.  "Well, a
lot of kids in our class are dating, and some of them go steady.  You know,
have a regular girlfriend or boyfriend."

   "What about you?" Angie asked him.  "Do you have a girlfriend."

   Sam hesitated a second, but it seemed like an opening.  "Well...Gina's
my best friend.  And I think she's very pretty.  But we've never been out,
or anything." Stayed in, yes.  Gone out, no.

   Gina colored a little at this compliment, but her father boomed his
agreement.  "Yes, gorgeous little thing, my Gina.  Aren't you, sweetheart?"

   "Daddy!" she protested, blushing further.

   "She is very pretty," Angie agreed.  "Especially when she lets her hair
down, like now.  What about you, Gina?  Do you like Sam?"

   Gina glanced at Sam for guidance, but he just shrugged.  "I like Sam a
lot," she answered obliquely.

   "You'd make a handsome couple," said Angie, who was becoming positively
chatty.

   The doorbell rang, and Mr.  diCosta heaved himself to his feet.  "That
must be the pizza," he said.  "I'll go pay.  Why don't you get some
plates?"

   Sam and Gina fetched plates and set the table in the dining room.  The
diCostas did not eat in the kitchen, something Mr.  diCosta seemed to think
rather uncivilized.  Mr.  diCosta appeared with a stack of pizza boxes, and
they all set to, continuing the conversation from the living room while
they ate.

   Sam was now sure that whatever influence he had was at work.  He could
hear the distant roaring in his head, and watched with interest the slowly
changing attitudes around the table.  Gina, who of course knew what was
happening, was aware of the changes too; several times she met Sam's eyes
with looks of amazement as Roberto and Angie gradually shifted their
opinions.

   From having questioned whether Gina should be allowed to date at all,
the dinner talk quickly took it as assumed that Sam and Gina were actually
dating.  Mr.  diCosta set out some ground rules for Sam.

   "I expect her to be in by eleven.  No going anywhere where they serve
alcohol, or where people are taking drugs."

   "Dad," Gina said, in a tone of exasperation, "Sam wouldn't take me
somewhere like that."

   "Well, I like to have these things out in the open," her father said. 
"I want to be able to trust your boyfriend to treat you right." e "I'll do
my best," Sam said.

   Angie gave him a little smile.  "There are lots of ways of treating a
woman right," she said with a wink.

   "Angie!" Roberto said.  "You don't need to give them ideas."

   "They're sixteen," Angie said.  "Practically adults.  I'm sure they
already have plenty of ideas."

   After this the conversation veered off onto other subjects for a while,
as Roberto asked Sam his opinion of the chances his favorite sports teams
had.  Since Sam took little interest in sports, outside of boxing, he
politely agreed with all of Mr.  diCosta's declarations.  Politely, but a
bit absently, since Gina had started rubbing her foot up and down against
his calf, and keep shooting him glances suggestive of what she would like
to do if her parents weren't there.  Angie brought the topic back to dating
by reminiscing about school athletes she'd dated in her teens.

   "I dated Max Clark," she said, sighing.  "I was a cheerleader then, and
he was a linebacker." Angie looked down at herself a little sadly.  "I
doubt I could even fit into my cheerleading uniform anymore," she said.

   "You're as cute as ever," Roberto said stoutly.  "And as sexy."

   "I've put on weight."

   "But in all the right places," Roberto said.

   "You're sweet," Angie said, sighing again.  "Max thought I was the
sexiest thing.  Of course, we were only teenagers; he'd probably have
thought Mother Teresa was sexy if she'd been willing to put out for him.  I
thought he was handsome.  Not his face, particularly.  He'd played without
his helmet a few too many times, and his face was kind of squashed.  But he
was big and muscular.  Not especially well-equipped," she added, "but then,
I didn't know that, then.  No basis for comparison.  Later I used to joke
about it -- said he should have been named Min."

   "That's another thing," Roberto said, turning to frown at Sam.  "Any
boyfriend of my Gina had better be able to make her happy."

   "Gina's happiness is very important to me," Sam said.

   "It better be.  You'd better be able to keep her satisfied."

   Gina laughed at that.  She was now rubbing her whole leg against Sam's
under the table.  "Sam makes me very happy," she said.  "And I don't think
satisfaction will be a problem."

   "Well, good," Mr.  diCosta said, beaming.  "Always thought he was a
likely lad."

   "Yeah," Angie agreed.  "Sam's really good-looking.  Not big, like Max,
but solid.  And his face isn't squashed, either." Angie gave him a
speculative look.  "What about his...?" she asked Gina.

   "It's up to standards," Gina said.  "Or, I think so, anyway.  Not much
basis for comparison.  But I've got no complaints."

   By the time dinner was over it was accepted by the diCostas that Sam and
Gina were sleeping together, and that they were free to spend the night
together any time they liked at either of their houses.  Whatever his
influence was, Sam was astonished at its effectiveness.  If he'd decided to
screw Gina right then and there on the dining table, he doubted that
Roberto and Angie would have objected.

   Sam and Gina cleared away the dishes, while Angie wrapped up the
leftover pizza and Roberto went out to the livingroom to see what was on
ESPN.  Gina gave Sam a quick kiss and grinned.

   "That went pretty well," she said.

   "Yeah," Sam agreed.  "Amazingly well."

   "So, what should we do now?"

   "I don't know," Sam said.  "It may be that the longer we spend with
them, the stronger the influence will be."

   "All right," Gina said.  "Maybe we can hang out for a while longer."

   Sam was thinking about what they should do when Angie came back in and
suggested that they all play Trivial Pursuits -- the young people against
the parents.  Exchanging a quick glance with Sam, Gina agreed, and went to
fetch the game.

   The game ended up being a lot of fun.  Sam and Gina were more widely
read than Roberto and Angie; but Roberto was enough older that he
remembered old movies and news stories that the others had never heard of,
so the two teams were fairly evenly matched.  After playing for a while,
Gina decided that she would be more comfortable sitting on Sam's lap.  Far
from objecting, the other team responded by Angie sitting on Roberto's lap.
Sam found having his arms full of beautiful girl a bit of a distraction,
especially when Gina took to nibbling on his ears while he read questions,
and kissing him passionately every time they answered correctly.  If
anything, though, Roberto and Angie were even worse off; they soon began
having to have the questions repeated several times, since Angie was having
trouble keeping her hands off her husband long enough to listen.

   Eventually, after a couple of hours of play, the participants decided to
call it a tie with five pieces each.  Gina paused in kissing Sam's neck
long enough to say, "If it's OK, I think we'll turn in kind of early."

   "Er, yes, that's fine," Roberto said around Angie, who was clinging to
him so closely that she seemed to be burrowing into his chest.  "I think we
will as well.  Good night!"

   Chapter 17 Sam and Gina hardly made it into her room before they were
madly tearing each other's clothes off.  "Oh, God," Gina moaned, as Sam
tossed her bra aside and took a hard nipple into his mouth, "I've never
been this horny."

   Sam paused long enough to say, "It looked like your Dad and Angie were
feeling kind of hot and bothered, too."

   "Yeah.  Oh...yes...please, keep doing that.  I've never seen them act
like that.  It must be catching."

   "Mmm." Sam moved up to Gina's lips and kissed her fiercely.  Her mouth
opened, and their tongues arced together, flirting, struggling.  "Well,
I've caught it," he said breathlessly.  "God, I want you so badly."

   "You've got me," Gina said.  "Any way you want me."

   Sam unbuttoned her fly and yanked her jeans and panties down.  Gina put
a hand on his shoulder for balance and stepped out of them.  She stood
beautifully nude before him, her eyes glowing with lust.  The hard muscles
of her gymnast's body were softened by feminine contours: tight ass
smoothing into gently curving hips; breasts standing proudly above her flat
stomach, which sloped down to the damp curls of her aroused sex.  Her hair,
slightly tousled, brushed the elegant line of her neck.  She was an erotic
vision, skin flushed with need, moist lips parted, looking at him, wanting
him.

   "You're so beautiful," Sam said wonderingly, and Gina's look of need
gained an addition of tenderness as she smiled almost shyly.  Sam rose to
his feet and took her back into his arms, kissing her.  He felt her smooth
skin against his bare chest, nipples poking into him.  Her breath was warm
as she nuzzled his throat.  Sam swept her up into his arms and gave her
another kiss, then tossed her onto the bed, exciting a gasp of startled
laughter.

   "Careful how you throw me around!" Gina said huskily, twining her arms
around him as he lay down beside her, "You might break me."

   "God forbid," Sam said, running a hand over her breast.  Gina shivered
with pleasure and moaned softly.  "Yesterday was your first time," he
mentioned.

   "Yes...I can hardly believe it," Gina said, eyes fluttering closed with
lust.

   "How do you feel?  Are you still sore?"

   "A little," she admitted.  "But I still want you!"

   Sam laughed.  "And you'll have me," he said.  "But there are other ways.
Hold still now."

   He kissed his way down her throat, nibbled at her collarbone, moved down
to her breasts.  His tongue flicked over a nipple, once, twice, then he
took it into his mouth and sucked.  He switched breasts, his fingers
tugging lightly at the nipple he'd just released while he licked and sucked
the other.  Then he moved lower, kissing and licking his way over her
stomach.

   Gina giggled a bit.  "That...kind of tickles..." she whispered, then
shuddered as he moved to her inner thigh.  Her legs parted before his
approach, opening to him.  Sam paused a moment to look up her body at her
face, smiling.

   "You're so sexy," he said.  "I love you." Then his tongue moved over her
cunt and Gina's world exploded in pleasure.

  
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   Roberto and Angie prepared for bed much as usual; except it wasn't very
usual at all.  Roberto looked at Angie, as she removed her dress and hung
it neatly in the closet, thinking (as he often did) how lucky he was that
such a lovely young woman would want him.  Angie caught him looking and
smiled at him, her long brown hair spilling about her shoulders, making his
heart contract as their eyes met.

   "You're so beautiful," Roberto said.  "I'm a lucky man."

   Angie seemed to melt, smiling at him so happily that he wondered why he
didn't tell her more often how much she meant to him.  He took her in his
arms and kissed her, then cradled her against his chest.

   "I hope the kids are doing all right," he said irrelevantly.

   Angie laughed and pulled his head down for another kiss.  "Forget about
them; they'll be fine," she advised.  "You should concentrate on me.  If
you play your cards right, I just might fuck your brains out tonight."

   Roberto was a little startled, but then he grinned.  "Then I think I'll
play my cards very carefully," he said, and slid his hand up to unhook her
bra and throw it aside.

  
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   Gina was floating on a tide of bliss.  She had touched herself in the
past, and Sam had touched her the night before, but it was nothing compared
to the exquisite sensation of his tongue moving teasingly over her clit. 
Sam had slid a finger into her, and was stroking the inside of her cunt in
time with the stimulation of his tongue; he'd found a particular spot that
sent a pleasant burn radiating from her crotch throughout her body.  Sam
seemed to sense exactly how close she was to orgasm, and sped up or slowed
down accordingly, slowly moving her closer without ever quite letting her
arrive.  Gina was now working her own tits with her hands, vainly squeezing
and twisting her nipples to try to push herself over the edge into ecstasy.

   "Oh, please, Sam," she begged.  "Just finish it.  I need to come so
badly...I'm so close...oh, please, God, I feel so good, I can't take this
much longer...please...please...I need it...please..."

   Whether responding to her pleas or not, Sam gradually sped the movements
of his tongue and fingers.  Gina began to toss her head from side to side,
almost feverishly, groaning at the feelings pouring through her.  She was
so close...she could feel it approaching...it was building up in her.

   "Oh, fuck, oh, God, Sam, oh!" she screamed as the orgasm seared along
her overstimulated nerves -- a surge of ecstasy that grew, and went on, and
on, and on.

  
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   "Oh, God, Roberto," Angie moaned, "that feels so fucking good...please
keep doing that...oh, yes, yes!"

   Roberto diCosta did not ordinarily enjoy going down on a woman, and his
lovemaking with Angie rarely involved oral sex.  But tonight he was lapping
away at her pussy as if his life depended on it, and doing a better job
than he had ever done.  Angie felt as if she would fly apart from the sheer
sensuality of it.  Her legs were spread wide as she lay naked on the big
bed, fingers combing through her husband's graying hair as he burrowed into
her pussy with enthusiasm.

   Then his finger slipped inside of her, to stroke in time with his
tongue; Angie felt a lightness come over her, and then the world dissolved
in a wave of pleasure.

  
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   When Gina revived a bit, she found herself cradled in Sam's arms, being
rocked gently.  For a minute or so she just let herself be held, smiling,
feeling a deep pool of happiness and contentment engulfing her.  She was
with Sam, and she was his.  Finally she heaved a great sigh and turned her
head to kiss him.

   "That was wonderful," Gina said seriously.  "I love you."

   "Me too," Sam said.

   "It's so strange," Gina went on.  "I mean, it's only been two days, but
I already feel like I could love you all my life and never get tired of
you. I feel like...I'm yours.  Like I'm meant to be with you."

   Sam tightened his arms around her for a moment, hugging her against his
chest.  "I'm glad you feel like that," he said.  "And...it hasn't been only
two days.  The sex, yes, but there's more between us than that."

   "True," Gina said, dimpling slightly, "but I've got to say, the sex is
pretty fucking awesome as well."

   Sam laughed.  "You're so shallow," he teased her.

   "Mmmm, you bet.  Shallow is my middle name.  Gina Shallow diCosta."

   They lay together for a while longer.  Sam began slowly running his hand
down Gina's arms as he held her, then lower to stroke her hip and ass. 
Gina snuggled back against him, feeling his cock stir against her through
the fabric of his trousers.

   "I haven't done anything for you, yet," she said.  "I'm being a very
selfish girlfriend."

   "Hmm," Sam said, his hand still moving.  "Shallow and selfish.  Don't
know what I see in you."

   "Must be my fabulous body," Gina said.  She reluctantly disengaged
herself from Sam's arms and sat up.  Fumbling a little with the zipper, she
unfastened Sam's trousers and pulled them down and off, followed by his
boxers.  Her eyes drank in his nude body, thin but muscular from hours
sparring and working out in the gym.  His cock was firmly erect now. 
Almost hesitantly, Gina leaned forward and gave the tip a tentative lick,
making it twitch in response.

   "That feels so good," Sam whispered, his eyes on her intently.

   "Tell me what to do," Gina said, leaning forward again.  "I want to make
this as good as I can." Sam sighed in pleasure as her lips took him in.

  
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   "Oh, Angie, that feels so good," Roberto groaned.

   Angie sucked her husband's cock almost worshipfully, savoring the feel
of it as her tongue swirled over the head and her lips rose and fell along
the shaft.  Soft moans told her how much Roberto was enjoying this, and she
felt emboldened, felt like she could try anything and enjoy it.  Her little
hand encircled his shaft and began pumping in the same rhythm as her head
bobbed up and down on him.  The salty taste of his pre-cum was in her
mouth, and she loved it.  She could hardly wait for him to come.  She
wanted his cum to flood her mouth and slide smoothly down her throat. 
Before, that idea had never appealed to her, but now it seemed the perfect
ending.

   Roberto could hardly believe the two of them.  He hadn't been this
turned out since he was a teenager, but this experience bore little
resemblance to the awkward fumblings of his youth.  He and Angie moved
together perfectly, their bodies seeming made to bring each other pleasure.
His thoughts flicked briefly to the young people in Gina's room.  Earlier,
he would have felt that sex was something he needed to protect Gina from,
to preserve her until she was old enough to handle it, and handle herself.
But now...she was really a young woman, and Sam was a good man.  And if
they enjoyed even a tenth the bliss that he and Angie did, it wouldn't be
right to deny them.

   His hips were starting to pump up and down reflexively.  Roberto
couldn't hold himself still; he was practically fucking Angie's mouth as he
pushed his cock in and out between her lips.  She didn't seem to mind,
though.  Her eyes were closed with pleasure, and a little whimpering sound
from her throat showed how much she was liking this.  Roberto felt his
balls tightening, the tingle that signaled his approaching orgasm.

   "I'm going to come, Angie," he said, panting.  She didn't even pause; if
anything, her movements became more rapid, and a low moan of anticipation
came from her.

   "I'm going to come," he repeated, lingering over the words.  "I'm going
to come in your mouth...my cum in your mouth..." Angie moaned again, more
loudly.  The vibration pushed Roberto past the brink, and with a loud groan
Roberto climaxed, his cock sending spray after spray of semen into Angie's
eager mouth.

  
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   "Oh, God, yes, Gina, yes!" Sam gasped, and his prick erupted into her
mouth.  Gina's mouth filled with his cum; she swallowed, then swallowed
again.  It tasted good, and felt good; with her tongue she swirled it
around her mouth like a fine wine.  She could barely believe how much she
had enjoyed sucking Sam off.  She'd een eager to please him, of course;
she'd loved the touch of his tongue on her, and wanted to reciprocate.  But
she hadn't expected to love giving head.  He stopped coming, and she leaned
back with a sigh, breathing deeply and stretching her shoulders and neck.
It was a bit of an awkward position; she needed more practice to get used
to it.  She was really looking forward to getting that practice.

   Sam pulled her down onto the bed again, to lie happily in his arms. 
Gina felt more at peace than she had in a long time.  She really had
everything that she wanted right now -- life, family, school.  And now Sam.

   "That was fabulous," Sam said.

   Gina laughed softly.  She was so happy that she couldn't help it.

   "I think I liked that almost as much as you did," she confessed.

   "Hard to believe," Sam grinned, "but I hope so."

   They lay together quietly for a while, just enjoying their physical
closeness.  After a minute, Sam frowned and raised his head a little.

   "Listen," he said.  "Do you hear something?"

   Gina listened carefully.  Yes, there was something...a low sound,
somewhere in the house, loud enough to come through the walls.  What was
it? She couldn't quite place it.  Then, suddenly, it came to her, and she
laughed.

   "I think," she said, looking back at Sam with her eyes sparkling, "those
are what you call moans of pleasure.  In fact, I'd guess I sounded quite a
bit like that a little while ago."

   As if in response, the sounds suddenly resolved themselves into words:
"Ooohhh, Robertooo..."

   Sam laughed too, and dropped his head back to the pillow.  "Come on,
then," he said.  "Let's see if we can give them some competition.

   Chapter 18 Sam woke to the delightful sensation of a warm mouth sucking
his cock.  Gina was apparently too eager for more practice with oral sex to
wait for him to wake up.  For only the second time, her technique was
impressive.  She brought Sam to orgasm after only a few minutes of licking
and sucking.

   When it was over, Sam sat up and kissed Gina on the forehead.

   "Thanks," he said.  "Nice way to wake up."

   "My pleasure," Gina said, seeming suddenly shy again.  Sam was
astonished by the two sides to her: the shy, sensible friend he'd always
known, and the wanton tigress he'd been sharing a bed with for the last two
nights.

   "What time is it?" Sam asked, yawning.

   "Pretty late," Gina said.  "We slept in.  Want some breakfast?"

   At the mention of food, Sam's stomach rumbled.  "Sounds great.  Are your
parents up yet?"

   "I don't think so," Gina said.  "It sounded like a late night for them,
too." She got up and pulled a pair of panties and a t-shirt out of a
drawer, not bothering to dress otherwise.  Sam had brought a change of
clothes in his backpack the day before, in case he was successful with
Gina's parents.  Getting dressed now, he congratulated himself on his
foresight.

   Neither Angie nor Roberto were in sight, and their bedroom door was
still closed.  Sam and Gina went down to the kitchen and helped themselves
to orange juice and some muffins from the cabinet.  While they were
nibbling on these, Angie wandered down, yawning, but looking very well
satisfied with herself.  She was wearing a nightgown made of some sheer
fabric that was almost transparent; the darkness of her nipples was clearly
visible through the cloth.

   "Oh, hi kids," she said, smiling brightly at them.  "Sleep well?"

   Gina and Sam exchanged a look.  "Yes, very," Sam said.  "Did you?"

   Angie colored a little, but if possible looked even more pleased.  "Oh,
yes," she said carelessly, "very well.  Would you like some eggs?"

   While she cooked she chatted with Sam and Gina, then sat with them at
the kitchen table to eat.  Breakfast was the only meal ever eaten so
informally in the diCosta household.  After breakfast, Gina took the dishes
to the sink and got more orange juice for Sam and herself, while Angie
lingered over her coffee.

   "Poor Roberto must be still asleep," Angie said.  "He was really worn
out last night."

   "I'll be he was," Sam said.  "At least, that was the way it sounded to
us."

   Angie blushed.  "Oh, dear.  You could hear us?"

   "The dead could hear you," Gina said.  " `Ohhh, Robertooo...' " she
imitated Angie's breathless groan from the night before.

   Angie's blush deepened still further, but she laughed.  "Well, I
shouldn't be surprised.  I don't know what came over us, but we were like
animals last night.  It was wonderful," she admitted.

   "Well, I'm sure I know what came over Mr.  diCosta," Sam said.

   Looking a little confused, Angie said "What do you mean?"

   Sam shrugged.  "I mean, you're one sexy lady, Mrs.  diCosta," he said.

   "That's sweet of you to say," Angie said.  "And call me Angie."

   "Just a fact, Angie," Sam said.  "Don't you think so, Gina?"

   Gina looked Angie over critically.  "Well, you are very pretty," she
said.  "You look good in that nightgown.  Where did it come from?  I've
never seen it before."

   "Roberto gave it to me for my last birthday," Angie explained. 
"I...well, I don't normally wear it around the house."

   "You can practically see through it," Sam observed.

   "I'd guess that was Dad's intention," Gina agreed.

   Angie was still blushing furiously, but she seemed pleased with the
direction the conversation had taken.  "Do you really think I'm sexy?"

   "Sure," Sam said.  "Here...get up."

   Puzzled, Angie obeyed.  "Put your hands over your head," Sam suggested.

   Angie did so.  Sam stooped to gather up the hem of her nightgown, then
with a smooth motion lifted it off over her head.

   "Sam!" Angie protested, vainly covering herself with her arms.

   "It's all right," Sam said reassuringly.  "You don't need to be shy with
us.  Right, Gina?"

   "Sure," Gina agreed absently, but she was looking at her stepmother's
nude body with interest.

   "Ummm...well, I guess not," Angie said, hesitantly dropping her arms.

   "See, you have a great body," Sam said.  "What do you think, Gina?"

   "Yeah, she's sexy," Gina said.  "She's got nice breasts."

   "Yeah," Sam agreed.  "Put your hands behind your head, Angie."

   Angie did so, her tits rising, dark nipples tautly erect from the cool
air and the scrutiny.  The two kids looked her over.

   "Her tits are bigger than mine," Gina commented.

   "Bigger, but yours suit you.  Short and slim as you are, you wouldn't
look right with breasts as big as Angie's."

   "Well," Gina said, stepping around Angie to look from a different angle,
"they'd definitely give me trouble on the uneven bars..."

   "They look good on her, though," Sam said.

   "Uh-huh.  She's got a nice ass, too," Gina said from behind her.

   "I need to lose weight," Angie said weakly.

   "Not as far as I can see," Sam said.  "Here, hold still."

   Sam put his hands on Angie's tits and started kneading gently.  She was
startled, but kept her position; her breathing quickened, and the blush on
her face descended over her neck and chest.

   "They're pretty firm, too," Sam said.  "Does this feel good, Angie?"

   "Y-yes," she stammered.  "Oh, God."

   "Hmm," Sam said, and leaned forward, taking a hard nipple between his
lips and sucking.  Angie closed her eyes and shuddered in pleasure.  "Yes,
that's good," Sam said, pausing after a minute.  "You want to try it,
Gina?"

   Gina was incredibly aroused by the sight of her boyfriend sucking her
stepmother's tits, but she was still a little taken aback at the question.
"Uhh...yeah, I guess so."

   "Go ahead," Sam said, stepping aside.  Gina stepped forward hesitantly,
then took Angie's breasts in her hands.  Angie sighed, and murmured "Oh,
Gina..."

   Gina began stroking them gently, fascinated as Angie reacted to each
touch.  She wondered if she looked that way when Sam was touching her.  It
was strange, but it was really hot, as well.  After a few minutes, she felt
bold enough to try sucking Angie's tits.  Her stepmother moaned aloud as
Gina flicked a tongue over her firm nipples.

   "That's nice," Gina said, drawing back.  "Would you like to try me,
Angie?" Gina lifted her t-shirt to reveal her own tits, nipples peaked with
excitement.

   With a moan Angie put her arms around Gina and took a nipple in her
mouth.  Gina sighed at the pleasure and held Angie against her.  Sam
stepped behind Angie and ran a hand over her ass, then between her legs.

   "You're really wet, Angie," he said, stroking her.  "Would you like me
to do something about that?"

   Angie moaned, half anguish, half entreaty.  Gina looked into Sam's eyes,
her own bright with excitement.

   "Do it, Sam," she whispered urgently.  "Fuck her.  I want to watch you."

   Angie made a sound that might have been protest, but Gina held her face
against her breasts and drew her down to the floor.  Sam unfastened his
trousers and drew out his cock, kneeling behind Angie.  He placed the head
of his prick against her snatch and pushed in.  Angie's moans redoubled as
she felt him inside her.  She was so wet that there was virtually no
resistance to his strokes.  Sam caressed her buttocks, then leaned forward
to clasp her breasts from behind, squeezing them in time with his thrusts.

   Gina was now too aroused to keep still.  Disengaging herself from
Angie's embrace, she removed her panties, then sat in front of the other
woman with her legs spread, leaning back on her elbows.

   "As long as your mouth is free," Gina said to Angie, "you might as well
use it for something else..."

   Angie groaned, but obediently leaned forward and licked at Gina's pussy,
provoking a sharp hiss of indrawn breath.  Quickly getting into it, the
older woman began licking her stepdaughter enthusiastically.  Meanwhile,
Sam continued to fuck her from behind, feeling like the conductor of an
orchestra bringing them all to climax simultaneously.  Gina and Angie were
both so turned on that it wouldn't take much time to bring them off.  He
sped his thrusts, moving towards his own orgasm, breath rasping in his
throat as his thighs struck repeatedly against Angie's soft ass and his
hands pulled almost roughly at her nipples.  His eyes met Gina's, and he
saw her astonished expression as she came.

   "Oh, fuck!" she said.

   Sam came then as well, spurting into Angie's moist cunt.  The stimulus
from the two youngsters was enough to bring Angie off as well.  For a long
while the three of them clung together, riding out the waves of pleasure,
moans and groans filling the air.

   When they were finally done, Sam withdrew from Angie and rose to his
feet, refastening his trousers.  He gave a hand to Gina and another to
Angie, helping them up.

   "Well, that was fun," he said.  He picked up Angie's nightgown from the
floor and handed it to her.  "Say, Angie, why don't you go upstairs and
give your husband a proper wake-up call."

   "Yeah," Angie agreed, accepting the nightgown from Sam absently.  She
seemed dazed from the pleasure she had just experienced.  "Yeah, I should
do that.  See you later." She left the kitchen, and they heard her climbing
the stairs.

   Gina had picked up her panties and was examining them critically. 
"These are soaked.  I guess I'd better get a fresh pair." She turned to Sam
and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tightly.  "That was...wow!  I
can see that being your girlfriend is going to be even more interesting
than I thought."

   "I hope so," Sam said, kissing her.  "I certainly enjoyed it."

   "Mmmm." Gina hugged him again, then released him to rub her bare ass. 
"Next time, though, let's do it in a room with carpeting.  The floors in
here are too hard."

   "Yeah," Sam agreed.  "Maybe I should invest in some knee pads."

   Laughing, the two of the returned to the table to finish the remains of
their breakfast.  Chapter 19 Cameron had never felt nervous at visiting
Sam's house before.  Sam was his best friend; they'd been friends since
kindergarten.  Cameron knew him better than anyone else on the face of the
earth.  Or he had thought he did, anyway.  Recently, he wasn't so sure.

   At first, he'd attributed everything to Sam's shock at his sudden
illness.  Cameron still remembered vividly seeing Sam touch the little
statue, recoil as if he'd been shocked; and then, only seconds later,
collapse.  At the time, his first thought had been that the totem spirit
had somehow really attacked Sam.  He realized now how ridiculous that was.
Sam did seem different, though.  He'd just seemed distracted, at first. 
But now...he seemed bolder, somehow, more self-confident.  As if he didn't
really need his friends anymore.  And other people were treating him
differently -- Katarina Miller, and some of the other girls.  And now Sam
and Gina were dating openly, and neither of them had told Cameron about it
first.

   Cameron hesitated a bit at Sam's front door before knocking.  If Sam
didn't need him as a best friend anymore, that was too bad, but Cameron
wasn't going to go crawling to get him back.  He was curious, though.  What
was happening?  What had gone on with Gina?  From the way Cameron had seen
the two of them kissing, he thought their relationship was anything but
platonic.  And Gina had let drop that she was inviting Sam over for dinner
the night before, to talk with her parents, which sounded pretty serious.

   Firming his resolve, Cameron knocked briskly.  There was a brief pause,
the sound of a light footstep, then Sam's sister Joan opened the door.

   "Hey, Cameron!" she greeted him.  "Good to see you.  How's it going?"

   "Uhhhh..." Cameron felt his jaw dropping, and his cheeks heated.  Joan
was wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and panties that left little to
the imagination.  Cameron had always known Sam's big sister was a looker,
but he'd never realized how gorgeous she really was.  He tried not to
stare, and to think of something intelligent to say, but the sight of her
barely-contained breasts seemed to have obliterated any reasonable
thoughts. Somehow, `nice bra' didn't seem adequate.

   Joan realized the source of his confusion and laughed.  "Oh, sorry, I
forgot I was dressed like this." Undressed like this would have been more
accurate, Cameron thought.  "I was trying on different outfits when you
knocked," Joan went on, stepping aside and gesturing him in.  "Come on in.
Sam and Gina are in the living room.  See you!"

   Joan closed the door and trotted back up the stairs, a motion which made
her flesh sway in a highly distracting manner.  Cameron felt confused.  If
she'd been upstairs, trying on outfits, while Sam was in the living room,
why had she answered the door instead of Sam?  Unless she was just randomly
wandering around the house in her underwear, something he was sure he'd
have noticed in the past, if she made a habit of it.  Shaking off this
puzzle, Cameron pulled himself together and walked into the living room.

   Sam and Gina were sitting together on the couch, reading.  That wasn't
unusual -- the three of them had often hung out together, each reading a
book and pausing from time to time to talk.  At the moment, though, Sam was
sitting at one end of the couch, and Gina was lying with her head in his
lap, one of his hands gently stroking her hair.  That was definitely
unusual.  In fact, Cameron had never seen either of them acting like that.

   The two on the couch looked up as he entered.  "Hi, Cameron!" Gina said
brightly.  She put her book down, but didn't rise.  "How're you doing?"

   "Fine," Cameron said.  "How are you?"

   "Pretty good," Gina answered.  Without looking, she raised one hand to
brush Sam's cheek.  Cameron felt the instant conviction that the two of
them had been lovers only a short time before.  The way they touched each
other...

   "Thanks for coming over," Sam said.  "I've been wanting to talk to you."

   At this, Gina did sit up.  Picking up her book, she rose and kissed Sam
on the lips before heading for the door.  "I'll leave you to it, then," she
said.  "See you in a little while, Cameron.  I'll be in your room, Sam."

   "Have a seat," Sam invited Cameron, his eyes following Gina
affectionately as she left the room.  Cameron sank into a chair, once again
feeling the confusion of his closest friends acting so differently.

   "What was all that about?" he asked, gesturing after Gina.

   "Gina thought this would go better if I talked to you on my own," Sam
explained.  "More sort of man-to-man.  I need to explain some stuff."

   "Well, I could use some explanation," Cameron complained.  "I mean, OK,
it's sort of obvious at this point what's going on with you and Gina,
though you could have told me.  But what's going on with you?  You've been
acting -- I don't know -- funny, recently.  You haven't been to the gym
since you came back to school...all right, maybe you need to be sure you're
fully recovered, first..."

   "I'm fine," Sam said.  "I've just been kind of distracted."

   "Yeah, well, you've been acting distracted," Cameron said.  "But
distracted by what?"

   Sam hesitated before speaking.  "Look, Cameron, you're my best friend. I
want to tell you everything.  But you've got to promise me that you'll hear
me out.  OK?"

   Cameron was a bit surprised, but said, "OK, sure, I promise."

   "I'm serious," Sam persisted.  "You really do need to hear me out."

   "I said I promised, didn't I?" Cameron said, a bit nettled.

   "All right." Sam frowned, seeming to gather his thoughts.  "It all
started after I touched that statue in the museum.  Do you remember?"

   "I'm not too likely to forget that," Cameron said.  "You collapsed right
after."

   "Yeah.  Gina said that you thought at the time that the totem spirit had
attacked me."

   Cameron flushed.  "Look, I admitted that was stupid..."

   Sam raised a hand.  "I asked you to hear me out.  The fact is, it wasn't
stupid.  I think that's exactly what happened...except, I don't think the
spirit attacked me.  Remember what the tour guide said?  Shamans would
summon these spirits to possess them, and lend them their power.  I think
that's what happened to me."

   Sam paused, looking at Cameron expectantly.  Cameron didn't know what to
think.  Was Sam crazy?  He didn't act like it.  But he had been acting
strangely recently -- not crazy, but different.

   "All right," Cameron said eventually.  "Go on."

   "You don't believe me, do you?" Sam said.

   "You asked me to hear you out.  I'm listening."

   "Fair enough," Sam agreed.  "All right.  At first, I didn't know what
had happened.  I could vaguely sense this other presence, but I didn't know
what it was.  It seems just like a faint roaring sound, but in my head. 
But I soon realized that there was a lot more to it than that.  It's inside
me, but it affects other people.  Everyone I come into contact with."

   "Well, I don't feel any different," Cameron said.

   "I'm not sure that you would," Sam said, "or that you'd notice it."

   "How does it `affect' people?" Cameron asked.

   "Sexually," Sam said.  "Especially women." Sam shrugged.  "It seems to
have made me irresistible."

   Cameron laughed.  He didn't mean to, but the idea of his best friend as
some kind of supernatural Don Juan struck him as hysterically funny.

   "You're kidding, right?" he asked, when Sam didn't join in, but just
watched him patiently.

   "Nope," Sam said.  "But I don't blame you for thinking that it's funny.
I probably would, too."

   Cameron shook his head.  "Look...you're talking about you and Gina,
right?"

   "Not just Gina," Sam said.

   "Whatever...I mean, the two of you have been friends for a long time,
and I know you've both kind of had the hots for each other, even though
neither of you ever admitted it to me.  Sure, you got together really
quickly, but that doesn't mean some Indian spirit did it.  I mean, right?"

   "That by itself might be true," Sam agreed, "but other girls..."

   "I know they've been paying you a lot of attention, recently.  But
you've been sick.  Girls like that -- it makes you interesting.  It doesn't
mean they want you to screw them." Cameron felt that he had to keep some
tinge of reason in this conversation.  It was clear that Sam believed what
he was saying.  Probably this was some side-effect of his collapse which
the doctors hadn't noticed.  Cameron only hoped that it was temporary, and
that his friend would come around soon.  Delusions like this could get him
in a lot of trouble, if he tried to act on them.  He wondered if Sam had
told Gina what he thought.  It would probably freak her out.

   In the meanwhile, Sam was looking at Cameron quizzically.  "I thought of
a lot of ways this conversation might go," Sam said, "but I must admit,
this wasn't one of them.  I should have, though.  If I tell you that other
girls do want to sleep with me -- in fact, they have -- you won't believe
me, will you?  You'll think I'm making it up, or fooling myself?"

   Cameron shrugged uncomfortably.  "I don't think you're deliberately
trying to lie to me.  It's just...things like this don't happen.  It's
impossible."

   "Huh," Sam said, thoughtfully.  He frowned at Cameron for a minute, then
rose to his feet.  "Wait here," he said, waving Cameron back to his seat as
he automatically started to rise.  "I think I'll have to find something a
bit more convincing.  Just wait."

   Cameron sank back into his seat as his friend left the room and went
running up the stairs.  He thought about sneaking out of the house before
Sam came back.  It was tempting.  If his best friend had gone crazy, there
was no telling what he might do.  And he had to be crazy.  What he was
saying couldn't be true.  Could it?

   He was still trying to decide what to do when footsteps came on the
stairs again, descending more slowly than Sam's ascent.  Cameron looked at
the door, expecting Sam to reappear, and was startled when Sam's mother
entered the room instead.  Her red hair fell loosely about her face, and
she wore a simple white blouse and green skirt.  She wore no shoes on her
stockinged feet.

   "Hello, Cameron," she said quietly.

   "Um, hi, Mrs.  Raven," Cameron said uncomfortably.

   "Please, call me Caroline," she said.  She crossed to the couch and sat
where Sam had been, facing Cameron.  Cameron didn't feel very ready for
this conversation.  He had had a crush on Sam's mother for years -- she was
the first woman he had lusted after, when he first began noticing girls --
and it tended to make him nervous and tongue-tied in her presence.  He felt
nervous enough as it was.  No doubt she'd want to talk to him about Sam,
and he didn't know what to say.

   "So, Cameron," Caroline said, tossing her red hair back and smiling at
him.  "Sam's been telling you what happened to him, is that right?"

   "Uh, yes, Mrs.  -- Caroline," Cameron said.

   "But you found it hard to believe, didn't you?" she went on.

   "Well...yeah, I did," Cameron admitted.

   "I don't blame you," Caroline said sympathetically.  "It's a pretty
incredible story, isn't it?  Almost unbelievable."

   "Yeah," Cameron agreed again.

   Caroline leaned forward, almost conspiratorily, and stretched out a hand
to touch Cameron's knee.  Her breasts swayed beneath her blouse, and
Cameron found it nearly impossible not to stare at them.  Caroline was
obviously not wearing a bra, and her blouse was semi-translucent, making
the darkness of her nipples distinctly visible.

   "So, what if I told you," she said confidingly, "that Sam's story is
completely true?"

   Cameron was so distracted by trying not to look at Mrs.  Raven's tits
that it took him a moment to absorb what she'd said.

   "What?!" he said.

   "Completely true, in every respect," Caroline affirmed.

   "But...but...that's..."

   "Impossible?" Caroline said.  "I would have thought so, too.  But it's
true, so obviously it is possible."

   "You mean...Sam is sexually irresistible," Cameron said, still
incredulous.

   "Absolutely," Caroline said.

   Cameron stared at her a moment longer.  "How do you know?" he asked
finally.

   Caroline laughed, as if this were a silly question.  "How would I know?"
she challenged him.  "Because I'm one of his women, of course."

   Cameron was stunned.  Sam's own mother!  How could that be?  But at the
same time, his cock was so hard that it was trying to rip its way out of
his trousers on its own.  The idea of Sam's mother, naked, moaning in sex,
burned into his mind.

   "Do you believe me?" Caroline asked him.

   "I don't know what to think," Cameron said.

   "Then let me help you," she said, and rose to her feet.  Her hands went
to her blouse and started to undo the buttons.  "I know you used to have a
crush on me.  Starting when you were about twelve.  You started noticing
me, as a woman.  It was kind of cute, the way you tried to look at my
breasts without my seeing you.  Didn't you?"

   Cameron sat, paralyzed.  One part of him couldn't believe what was
happening, but he didn't want it to stop.

   "You probably don't appreciate it," Caroline went on, "but for a woman
with two teenage children to know that she's still attractive is very
pleasant." The blouse was undone nearly all the way now, exposing a strip
of creamy flesh down her front.  He could see the the swelling cleft
between her breasts.  Her nipples made little tents in the thin fabric on
either side.  Cameron stared at them openly.

   "I really didn't mind your peeking at me," Caroline said.  "In fact, I
think I unconsciously teased you, a little." The blouse was completely
undone, now, her hands holding it in place, teasing him quite consciously.
"Of course, maybe you were looking at every woman then..."

   "No!" Cameron denied thickly.  "You were...you were special..."

   "You're sweet," Caroline said throatily.  "Well, here's what you were
trying to see." With one quick motion she pulled open her blouse and let it
drop to the floor.

   She was beautiful.  As he had thought, she wore no bra; her breasts rose
firmly from her chest, large, round, perfect, tipped with dark nipples
standing out tautly from tight aureoles.  Caroline delicately stroked her
nipples with her fingertips, shivering slightly, and they tightened even
further, standing out half an inch from her tits.  Cameron was mesmerized.
He couldn't have looked away if he'd wanted to, and he didn't want to.

   "So," Caroline said.  "Do you like them?"

   "They...they're beautiful," Cameron said.  "You're beautiful..."

   "Would you like to touch them?" she suggested.

   Cameron had thought he was as aroused as he could be.  He discovered
that was untrue.  "Yes, please," he croaked, his throat dry.

   Caroline stepped gracefully around the coffee table and sat on the edge
of it, only a foot or so away from Cameron's fascinated gaze.  Slowly,
almost fearfully, he raised a hand, hesitated, then set it on her tit.

   "That's good," Caroline said encouragingly.  "Be gentle, but you don't
have to be afraid to touch me.  I won't break."

   Cameron began to slowly knead the tit in his hand.  Caroline seemed to
like this; she sighed, and leaned forward a little.  He put his other hand
on her second breast, and sat for a long while fondling her.  Tentatively,
he touched her nipple, then at her encouraging murmur began to tug and
stroke them.  They felt...he couldn't say how they felt, but they felt
good, and it seemed that it made Caroline feel even better.

   "Why don't you try sucking me, now?" she suggested after several minutes
of this.

   This time Cameron barely hesitated before complying.  Leaning forward,
he licked a nipple, sending a ripple of pleasure through Caroline's body,
before opening his mouth and sucking her in.  She moaned in response.  For
a long time he suckled her, her arms around him, cradling him to her chest.
He lifted his hand to her other breast and began gently squeezing the
nipple, while moving his tongue on the other.  After a bit, he switched
breasts, sucking the second as hungrily as he had the first.

   "You're making me so hot," Caroline sighed.  "Do you know what that
means?"

   With his mouth full of her breast, Cameron could only grunt his assent.

   "Good.  But we need to get you ready." Gently she pushed him back. 
"Just sit back, now."

   Cameron complied, his heart pounding against his ribs.  Caroline dropped
to her knees in front of him and began unbuckling his belt.  She quickly
got it off, then unfastened his fly and pulled down his jeans and
underwear. His cock sprang out, bigger and harder than it had ever been. 
Cameron held his breath.  What if it was too small, or something?  But
Caroline just smiled, then stroked her fingers along it, making Cameron
moan involuntarily.

   "That's nice," Caroline said approvingly.  "But I think you won't last
long in your current state."

   He would have liked to deny it, but she was almost certainly right.  It
felt as if he was about to come spontaneously just from the arousal of
seeing her.

   "No problem there, though," Caroline said.  "We'll take care of this,
and then we'll have plenty of time."

   Before Cameron could ask what she meant, she had taken his hard prick in
her mouth and was sucking it.  It was the best thing he had ever felt, warm
and wet, better than his hand by far.  Her head began to bob up and down,
and her tongue to swirl around him, and he felt the explosion coming almost
at once.

   "Mrs.  Raven -- Caroline -- I'm about to --" he gasped out, then came.
Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock into her waiting mouth.  Caroline
didn't jerk back or gag; she kept her suction going, swallowing his cum as
quickly as it appeared.  When there was no more she rocked back on her
heels, sighing.  Cameron's cock was wilting before his eyes.  He felt
stricken.  He wouldn't be able to...to...

   "Don't worry," Caroline said soothingly, seeming to read his thoughts.
"You're young and strong...you'll be up again in no time.  And then you can
fuck me.  That is what you want, isn't it?  she asked.  "To fuck me?"

   "God, yes!" Cameron groaned.  "Please!"

   "Well, of course you may," Caroline said.  "Let's get the rest of your
clothes off."

   She unlaced his shoes and pulled them off, followed by his socks; his
trousers and underwear followed.  She grasped the hem of his t-shirt and he
obediently lifted his arms, letting her pull it off and drop it aside. 
Stepping back, Caroline unfastened her skirt and let it slide over the
curve of her hips to pool about her feet on the floor.  She was now wearing
only a lacy white pair of panties, with stockings and a garter belt.  The
panties were visibly damp.  She stepped back up to Cameron.

   "Why don't you take my panties off?" she suggested.

   His hands felt like all thumbs as he fumbled with the slippery material,
before pulling her underwear down and off, leaving only her stockings and
garter belt.  He could see her aroused pussy clearly, red and glistening
with moisture, curly hair damp; he could smell her arousal.

   "Come over to the couch," Caroline said.  She offered a hand to help him
rise, then had him lie on his back on the couch.  His cock was already
half-erect again.  Kneeling by the side of the couch she took him back into
her mouth, her skillful lips and tongue quickly bringing him back to full
hardness.

   "Caroline..." Cameron gasped, "You're so sexy...it feels so good..."

   Caroline pulled back and smiled at him.  "Well, you ain't felt nothing
yet." She knelt by him on the couch, then straddled him on hands and knees,
her breasts swaying to graze his chest.  She guided his cock to the
entrance of her cunt, then paused, smiling into his eyes, before slowly
settling down, impaling herself on his rigid shaft.

   "Oh, oh, God," Cameron moaned.  He lifted his hands to those enticing
tits, began fondling them, as Caroline slowly rose and fell on his shaft,
driving him crazy with pleasure.

   "So," Caroline said teasingly, a little breathless with the effort of
fucking him, "do you believe me now?"

   "Oh, yes, I believe you!"

   "And Sam?  You believe Sam?" she persisted.

   "Oh, God!  Yeah, I believe Sam, too!"

   "And how do you feel about it?" Caroline asked.

   Cameron was in ecstasy.  This was better even than her mouth had been,
the best thing he'd ever felt in his life.

   "I think Sam is the luckiest damned bastard on the face of the earth,"
Cameron said deliriously.

   "Mmmm," Caroline said approvingly.  "And you're his best friend.  So
he's decided to share his luck with you..."

   "Yeah..." Cameron groaned, "I'm the second...luckiest...bastard...oh,
God, oh, Jesus!"

   His second orgasm was even more powerful than the first; his eyesight
seemed to dim and his awareness of his body fade, all sensation
concentrated on his cock where it drilled into Caroline's cunt, her muscles
clamped around it, milking him as he poured blast after blast into her.  He
could vaguely sense that she was coming too, her own cries of joy mingling
with his, but all those sensations were secondary, like echoes from a
distance.  Abruptly it ended, leaving tingling in its aftermath, and the
warm weight of Caroline's body lying on top of his, his softening prick
still inside her, their skins both covered with sweat.

   "That was incredible," Cameron said, wonderingly.  "Absolutely
incredible."

   "For me, too," Caroline said, almost shyly.  She tilted her head and
kissed him.  "I'm so glad to have been your first, Cameron.  I can tell
you're going to make a lot of women very happy."

   They rested together for a few minutes more, regaining their breath,
sharing their closeness.  Eventually, Caroline got off of Cameron and
offered a hand to help him sit up.

   "The kids are all up in Sam's room," she said.  "Why don't you go join
them?"

   "Thank you," Cameron said.  It seemed so inadequate to express what he
was feeling.  He leaned forward and kissed her, a fleeting kiss, then a
deeper one, then a long sharing of lips and tongues.

   "Thank you," Caroline said, laughing a little.  "Go on, now."

   Cameron climbed the familiar steps towards Sam's room.  He was still
completely naked, but he didn't think anyone would care.  Sam, Joan and
Gina were all inside.  Joan was still in her bra and panties, sitting in
the chair at Sam's desk.  Sam and Gina were sitting on the bed.  Gina had
removed her top as well, and was wearing only her bra and jeans.  Sam was
still fully dressed.  The three of them all looked up as Cameron entered,
no one remarking on his nudity.

   "Hey, Cameron," Sam said.  "How'd it go with Mom?"

   Cameron blushed a little.  "It went...very well," he said.

   "Well, it sure sounded like it," Joan commented slyly.

   Gina gave Cameron a grin, which he returned.  I wonder if Sam will let
me fuck Gina?  he thought.  Or Joan?  Or if he could set me up with someone
else?  The thought of having Katarina Miller as his girlfriend came to him,
of being able to fuck her any time he wanted to.  He'd have to ask Sam.

   "So, we were about to play cards," Gina said, as casually as if this
were any gathering of friends.  "Do you want to play?"

   Do I ever, Cameron thought.  He sat down on the bed as well.

   "Deal me in," he said.

   Epilogue Dr.  Elizabeth Ferguson worked her way through the stack of
paperwork with a vague feeling of discontent.  This museum job had seemed
like such a great opportunity when she'd accepted it.  Indeed, it was a
great opportunity: the freedom to do her own research, the resources of the
museum at her disposal, even her own office, albeit a closet-sized cubicle
in the museum basement.  On the other hand, there were the tours she had to
guide -- the professional staff were expected to lead a fair fraction of
the school tours -- the endless meetings and debates about new
acquisitions, and the paperwork.  Lord, who would have thought that a
museum could generate so much paperwork?  Only a year out of grad school,
and it would already take an archaeological dig to unearth her desk from
beneath the stacks of paper.

   A knock came on her office door, soft, but still loud enough to make her
lose her place.  Irritably, she tucked a loose strand of dark brown hair
back behind her ear and called out "What is it?"

   The door opened and a young man stuck his head in.  "Dr.  Ferguson?"

   Elizabeth sighed with exasperation and put her pen down.  "Yes.  Can I
help you?"

   The young man stepped inside and closed the door.  Elizabeth revised her
estimate of his age downwards.  He was really only a teenager; probably a
high school student.  Very self-possessed for a student though.  His dark
eyes met hers boldly; his face was framed with black hair, and his
shoulders were broad and sturdy.  Remarkably handsome for a youngster,
Elizabeth thought absently, and with an air of confidence quite beyond his
years.

   "Hello Dr.  Ferguson," the boy said.  "My name is Sam Raven.  The people
upstairs gave me your name."

   "What can I do for you?" Elizabeth asked.  Heaven knew what they had
been thinking about, to send him to her.  Elizabeth had nothing to do with
students, except for guiding the occasional tour.  Still, he seemed a nice
enough guy; she might as well try to help him.

   "I was on a tour that you guided a couple of months ago," Sam said.  He
sat in the chair in front of her desk and crossed his legs, looking very
much at ease.  Elizabeth noticed the muscle that showed through the thin
shirt.  He was surprisingly sexy for a teenager.  It had been quite a while
since Elizabeth had been attracted to anyone; her job took up too much
time. But she had to admit, this student was the most attractive boy -- man
-- she had seen in a long time.

   "You would probably remember it," Sam went on, seemingly unaware of her
reaction to him.  "I collapsed part way through it and had to be rushed to
the hospital."

   "Oh!" Elizabeth said in startlement.  "That was you?"

   "That was me," Sam confirmed.

   "Yes, that was quite a shock.  Never had anything like that happen
before.  How are you?  Are you fully recovered?"

   "I seem to be," Sam said.  "I certainly feel fine."

   "Well, I'm glad to hear it," Elizabeth said.  He certainly looked the
picture of health.  Elizabeth surreptitiously adjusted her blouse; it felt
strangely tight on her, and her nipples were rubbing sensitively against
the fabric.  It was kind of uncomfortable.

   "Just before I collapsed," Sam went on, "you'd shown us a small clay
statue in the pre-Columbian gallery..."

   "Oh, yes, the totem figure," Elizabeth said.  "That's actually my
specialty, you know."

   "Yes, that's what they said downstairs.  Can you tell me about it?"

   "Sure," Elizabeth said.  She leaned back in her chair, trying to get
comfortable.  Her bra felt confining, too, and the chafing of her breasts
was sending distracting little tingles down to her crotch.  She hoped Sam
didn't notice.  "Anyway, it's a totem figure, used by a tribal Shaman to
summon a particular spirit.  When summoned, the spirit would reside inside
the Shaman and grant him supernatural powers."

   "What kind of spirit?  What kind of powers?" Sam asked, leaning forward
intently.  My, he's handsome, Elizabeth thought involuntarily.  I'll bet
the girls at school are all crazy about him.

   "Er, well, there were different kinds of spirits, and different totem
figures were used to summon them.  The placard in the museum claims that
this particular figure is a fertility spirit."

   Sam picked up on her skeptical phrasing.  "But you disagree with that?"

   "Well, yes, actually.  The particular tribe in question -- it resided in
this area long before European colonization -- generally used images of
pregnant women to represent fertility.  The figure in the gallery is, um, a
tumescent man." Elizabeth had a brief thought about tumescent men, or one
in particular, and shook it off.  Giving up pretense, she tugged at her bra
through the blouse, trying to adjust it.  "Anyway, I think that this totem
represents a different kind of spirit."

   Sam seemed to have noticed her distraction.  "If it makes you more
comfortable," he suggested, "you can take off your top.  I don't mind."

   "Thanks!" Elizabeth said gratefully.  She quickly unbuttoned her blouse
and set it aside.  That was an improvement, but it was really the bra that
was bothering her; she removed that, too, letting her heavy breasts hang
free.  "Oh, that feels much better," she said, rubbing her breasts a
little. The rubbing felt very nice, too.  It took her a moment to recollect
herself and stop.  "Sorry!  What was I saying?"

   Sam had been examining her breasts with interest, but he looked back up
at her words.  "You were saying that you think the totem represents a
different kind of spirit," he prompted.

   "Oh, right!" Elizabeth said.  "Well, I think it is a spirit
of...well...a spirit of sexuality, of sexual pleasure.  After all, there's
more to sex than just fertility, right?" A lot more.  Her mind was busy
supplying images of how much more there might be.

   "Yes..." Sam said thoughtfully.  "That makes a lot of sense.  In fact,
it explains nearly everything."

   "Good," Elizabeth said brightly, squirming a little.  She wanted to rub
her tits some more, but didn't want to be rude.  "Um, explains what?"

   "Go ahead and rub your breasts, if you like," Sam said.  "You might
enjoy pinching your nipples, too.  It explains my experiences of the last
couple of months."

   Elizabeth tried pinching her nipples.  That was something she usually
didn't do, but Sam was right, it felt really good.  She squeezed harder,
sending a mix of pain and pleasure sizzling through her.  "Ooo.  Um, your
experiences?" she asked absently.

   "Yeah," Sam said.  "You see, I touched that statue just before I
collapsed."

   I ought to scold him for that, Elizabeth thought, but really, he's such
a dear.  "That's against the rules, you know," she said half-heartedly,
pinching her nipples again.  Oh, it felt good.

   "Yes, I know," Sam said.  "Anyway, I think the spirit possessed me.  It
must have been summoned, but the Shaman was interrupted, or something, and
was never possessed by it.  A long time to wait for the right person to
come along."

   "Uhhh," Elizabeth said, "you think it possessed you?"

   "Yes.  I think that's why I collapsed.  And why I now have this
influence."

   "What kind of influence?" Elizabeth asked.  This was a crazy story, but
she really couldn't bring herself to mind being visited by him.  In fact,
she'd like to have him hang around longer.

   "On women, mainly," Sam said.  "Like you.  What are you thinking about,
right now?"

   "I, well, I guess I'm thinking, um, I guess I'm thinking that I'd like
to fuck you," Elizabeth said with some confusion.

   "So ask yourself this: you just met me.  I'm much younger than you.  But
you're sitting there topless and thinking about fucking me after only a few
minutes.  Would you normally act this way?"

   Would I act like this?  Elizabeth asked.  Is this my normal behavior? 
Her eyes widened with the shock of realization.  "My God, you're right!"
she gasped.  "I wouldn't act like this." An even more unpalatable thought
then occurred to her.  "Does that mean you aren't going to fuck me?" she
asked in dismay.

   Sam laughed.  "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you.  I've been using my
influence on you full volume since I got here."

   Elizabeth gave a sigh of relief.  "Well, thank goodness for that!" She
stood up.  "Do you mind if I go ahead and take the rest of my clothes off,
then?" she asked him, starting to unfasten her skirt.

   "Go ahead," Sam said, and she started to strip.  "This is what I want
from you.  I want to know everything I can find out about this spirit: what
it can do; what it's limits are; how it can be controlled.  I want you to
tell me whatever you know, and find out whatever you can."

   "I'll be happy to do that," Elizabeth said.  She was completely nude,
now, stroking her fingers luxuriantly over her hot pussy.  "But why?  Do
you want to get rid of it?"

   "Certainly not!" Sam said with a laugh.  "But I want to understand it. I
want to know what else it can do."

   "I guess that makes sense," Elizabeth agreed.  She circled around the
desk and dropped to her knees in front of him.  Unfastening his trousers,
she extracted his stiff cock.  It was beautiful.  Instinctively she leaned
forward and licked it, then took it into her mouth, savoring the sweetness
of his pre-cum against her tongue.  An image of the totem came to her,
bringing a surge of heat with it.  Sam stroked her hair as she sucked him,
and she closed her eyes in pleasure.

   "Get up and bend over the desk," Sam said after a minute.  Elizabeth
quickly complied, leaning over it with her legs spread wide.  Her breasts
hung down heavily, hard nipples grazing the stack of paperwork she'd just
been working on.  Her body quivered with anticipation.

   Then Sam was behind her; his arms encircled her, hands cupping her full
tits as his cock found the entrance of her pussy and pressed in.  She
moaned in pleasure as he filled her.

   "I'll find out...anything you want..." Elizabeth gasped.  "Just please,
please fuck me."

   "That's good," Sam said, starting to move inside her.  "Elizabeth.  My
lovely Elizabeth."

   She felt a glow of pleasure at him saying her name.  Lovely.  He thinks
I'm lovely.  The small part of her mind that was not concentrated on the
pleasure of fucking him was thinking out the new research project.  It
would be very interesting, she thought, in its own right.  She could
establish once and for all that the usual interpretation of the totem was
wrong.  And this project would come with such lovely fringe benefits...

   Then ecstasy engulfed her, and erased the world for a while.
   THE END