The Favor l

DECEMBER 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR

"I was pretty sure I heard Brett and Alan's voices," Matt Kanemura stated, the lanky Hawaiian boy running his right hand through his multi-toned streaked hair before rubbing his scalp. It was the Sunday immediately after Saturday's blindfold orgy, and he, Kevin Weiss, and myself were sitting in the living room.

Kevin nodded. "So just the five of us?"

Matt shrugged. "Makes sense. Or do you think Ryan was there, too? After all, Dawn is a roommate, too."

Kevin shook his head. "Nah. Dayna's pretty protective of her little sister. And I don't think Dawn is that kind of girl. As much as I would have loved to hit that — she IS fucking hot — I doubt she was at the party. And no Dawn, no Ryan."

Matt sighed. "What about the other girls? I KNOW Monique was there. She didn't even try to hide her accent. And there was one girl who was just so tiny. Probably Marian. Although it COULD have been Ashley."

Kevin disagreed. "Marian, definitely. I recognized her giggle."

Matt snorted. "Could have been BOTH."

Kevin laughed. "Maybe. And Kerri and Julie HAD to have been there. Those girls just love to party WAY too much. Erica, too."

I decided to step in, asking "So how many girls do you think there were?"

Kevin let his head drop back. "I dunno. Probably at least fifteen. We kept going a LONG time and even if those girls wanted to cut loose, I doubt they'd want to fuck all five of us. So if we all went off like four or five times, plus threesomes, that's 25-odd fucks. Plus you know some of those girls are into other girls. So you might've done Ashley and I did Marian."

"Maybe..." Matt nodded and then broke into a grin. "Lookit you. You failed Freshman Math but you can add all that up?"

"Incentive, bro," Kevin chuckled. "When you have possibly the most amazing sexual experience of your life, you're motivated to pay attention."

I exhaled. "Think anything like that will ever happen again?"

Kevin snorted. "Nah. Wasn't that the whole point of the blindfolds? These chicks get to bang us ... just once. And then they never talk about it again, least not to us. They've notched us on their belts and go on their merry way, no one ever knowing what sluts they can be. Not even us."

Matt whistled. "Yeah, once in a lifetime..."

Kevin glanced sidelong at me. "So, no hard feelings if one of us nailed the other's girl? You know I don't mind if Dayna boffed one of you."

I shrugged. "I'm not worried about Adrienne."

"Fuck your girlfriend's gorgeous, Ben," Kevin sighed. "If I did nail her, I wish to god I could have known it and seen it."

I chuckled and shook my head.

Matt sighed. "Brandi deserves to cut loose every now and again." He snorted. "Hell, I'll easily trade nailing fifteen of her friends to let her boink you, Kev."

"Or Ben..." Kevin drawled, a sly smile on his face.

"Ben? Dude, that's gross!" Matt spat. "He's her little brother!"

"I know, kinky to think about, huh?" Kevin grinned. "With the blindfolds, he'd never know."

Matt shook his head. "No fucking way. All her girlfriends would be able to see. She'd never do it."

"Still..." Kevin chuckled. "You never know. Hey, if there was ever a time to go for it, that was her chance. No holds barred."

"Get your fucking mind out of the gutter, Kev," Matt growled. "That's disgusting."

"C'mon, Matt. Don't tell me it never crossed your mind once you found out your girlfriend's little brother was gonna be there."

I just kept my mouth shut.

Matt sighed and turned to me, changing the subject. "Some party, huh? You ever think you were going to do something that crazy once you got to college?"

I shook my head.

"Greatest fucking experience of your life, wasn't it?" Kevin hooted.

I sighed. "Maybe ... My first massive orgy on that scale, certainly. But didn't it feel ... I dunno ... surreal? Hey, did any of the girls even kiss you?"

Matt frowned. "Kiss us?"

"Who cares?" Kevin crowed. "Their mouths were certainly put to better use elsewhere on our bodies!"

I shook my head. "I dunno. I mean, yeah, the sex was great. But doesn't a part of you think it would have been better with just you and Brandi?" I asked Matt. "Or you and Dayna?" I looked at Kevin. "No blindfolds. Intimate kisses. Real emotions instead of soulless fucking?"

Kevin looked at me as if I'd suddenly turned into a wrinkly old woman. "Dude, I think you missed the point."

Maybe I HAD missed the point. Fucking that many different girls at once should have been the highlight of my sexual existence. And yet...

"I know I loved it while it was happening. But now, the morning after..." I sighed and shrugged, looking away. "I just can't help but feel that making love with Adrienne alone, just the two of us, would have made me feel happier in the end."

"Mmm..." Adrienne snuggled against my chest, rubbing her cheek against me like she couldn't get enough of the feel of my skin. "Did you have fun last night, Tiger?"

"Yeah..." I sighed, not really meaning it. I'd been feeling... off ... all day, and this was really our first chance to talk about it alone. Last night, after the party itself, Adrienne and I had pretty much just showered and then crashed from exhaustion. Then this morning, we were up and about with all our roommates. We then met up with Gwen, Robin, and Paige for dinner, all of whom of course wanted to know what the big secret was around Saturday's shindig.

I told them that Dayna and Brandi had hosted a big sex party where guys were blindfolded and the girls' friends just used us for their pleasure. None of the three girls believed me.

Anyways, Adrienne curled up to me as we got ready to sleep and asked, "So would you want to do it again?"

I winced and looked down. "Again?" I asked with trepidation.

She read the tone in my voice. "What? I though you said you had fun."

"It was ... interesting." I sighed. "But it also felt ... I dunno ... soulless..."

"You didn't seem to mind in the middle of it."

"I know, I know. The sex was great. But the intimacy was just ... weird. I mean, I felt connected to the girls, but I think that was because of the drugs. After those wore off I found I couldn't even remember what it felt like to be connected to them. And since they all thought I was blind, they certainly weren't trying to connect to me. They just wanted to ride Big Ben."

"And they certainly enjoyed riding Big Ben." Adrienne giggled. "In the morning, when you were in the living room with Matt and Kevin, Dawn and I were upstairs chatting with Brandi and Dayna. The girls all had very high praise for you, Ben."

I chuckled and blushed. Then I squeezed Adrienne a little tighter in my arms. "Maybe ... But you know, I think I'd rather have spent the night holding you just like this."

"You CAN'T be serious." Adrienne picked her head up and furrowed her eyebrows at me.

"No, really. It's all getting to be a little ... I dunno ... too much." I sighed. "I spent my entire high school career with the Big Ben reputation and now it's starting all over again."

"Is your life so bad?"

"No, of course not. But ... even when I was sleeping with girls in High School, I actually FELT something for them. Megan and Cassidy were girlfriends. I got close with Summer, Mizuho, Lynne, Candy, and the rest. Those girls MEANT something to me."

"You didn't seem all emotional over Donna or some of Helene's friends."

"And I wasn't very happy during those times, either." I looked seriously at my girlfriend. "Both those times were in the middle of breakups with you."

Adrienne bit her lip nervously and looked away. She pillowed her head on my chest and lightly stroked her fingers across my belly.

I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through her hair. "In retrospect, last night was kind of the same, just ... soulless fucking. I mean, I barely know Dayna's and Brandi's friends as it is. There's no emotional connection. If I'd actually BEEN blind it would have been even worse."

"It's just casual sex, Ben. Stress-relief. Do you think I got all emotional out of fucking Monique or Julie or whoever last night? I just wanted to unwind before finals, just like them. And I don't think any of the other guys were complaining."

I sighed. "Maybe I'm not like other guys. For them, it was a chance to bang more hot girls in one night than they'd ever dreamed possible. But it's just not a big deal to me. Been there, done that."

"Ah, the curse of the Casanova..."

"Whatever," I sighed. And then I took a deep breath, glancing down at Adrienne while continuing to stroke her hair. "You saw Dawn, at the end, right?"

Adrienne darted her eyes up to me, nodding seriously. She heard the somber tone in my voice.

"What happened with her, at the very end, was more exciting for me than the entire party before it. I didn't even cum with Dawn, but because she actually means something to me, it was just ... better. The rest was just glorified masturbation."

"Was Dawn really that special?" Adrienne asked in a slightly hurt voice.

"Oh, Adrienne. Don't take it the wrong way. I LOVE you. I CHOOSE you. But compared with the other six girls I had sex with, Dawn was the only one I have an emotional connection with. Do you understand?"

Adrienne's eyes clicked back and forth through mine for a few seconds while I simply held her gaze.

"What's going on, Ben?" Adrienne reached out and touched my cheek. "I thought this party would make you happy. Clear your boredom, remember? You just don't seem quite like yourself anymore."

"I..." I sighed and shrugged. "I dunno, maybe I'm just ... settling down."

Adrienne snorted. "Settling down?"

"Yeah..." I said softly. "Settling down ... Like, I've had my time sowing my oats. I've had my youthful indiscretions. I've gone and had my wild experiences. So no regrets. I've done everything sexual I ever wanted to just 'try'. And now I'm ready to stop and settle down."

Adrienne pulled back from me. "What are you saying?"

I turned and cupped her perfect face in my hands, running my thumbs along her cheekbones and staring deeply into her eyes. "I'm saying..." I began slowly, with solemn intent in my voice. "I'm ready to settle down ... with you ... Forever and always, right Adrienne?"

She looked rather nervous. "I meant 'forever and always' in that you can depend on me, Ben. But it's not like we're married or anything."

"Yet..." I looked at her sweetly.

Adrienne frowned and recoiled from me. "'Yet'? Ben, are you serious?"

"Look, I'm not proposing or anything right now." I held up my hands. "We're way too young and there's too much of our lives ahead of us. But..." I shrugged. "Can you imagine being married to me someday?"

She blinked a few times. "I ... uh, I hadn't really thought of it I guess."

"You hadn't?" I chuckled. "I thought every girl fantasizes about getting married and raising a family."

Adrienne scowled. "Not me. I just fantasized about a world without Adam."

I winced. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Adrienne touched my arm. "I just spend most of my effort thinking about the present and not too much about the future."

"Well, I have thought about it. And the more I think about it the more I know I would be very, very happy to spend the rest of my life with you, Adrienne. I love you." I grinned. "And now that we've gotten used to being roommates, I think we've cleared the final hurdle most young couples have to deal with before committing and settling down."

Adrienne's pretty face got tight and her eyebrows furrowed. "Settling down..." Her teeth clenched as if she had a bad taste in her mouth. And then my girlfriend rolled over and away from me, hugging herself tightly.

That hadn't gone quite the way I'd expected.

DECEMBER 2002, WINTER BREAK

"Adrienne, when's the last time you got your shocks checked?" Brandi groaned from the back seat of the cherry red Mustang convertible as we hurtled down the 5 freeway at 80mph.

"I dunno. Ben checked them out over the summer, right?" Adrienne said hesitantly and glanced at me for confirmation. Then she turned back to Brandi. "Why?"

"Ugh," Brandi groaned. "'Cause my ass hurts like hell and your sport shocks are NOT being very nice to me right now."

Adrienne giggled. "Hey, I love anal but even I wasn't crazy enough to do it right before a six-hour drive."

"I was drunk last night and I wasn't thinking ahead. So sue me." Brandi grumbled. "Actually, YOU did this to me, Ben. It's all your fault."

I rolled my eyes without taking my focus off my driving. "Not MY fault. YOU came downstairs screaming about how you needed to celebrate the end of finals."

"FINE. It's Matt's fault. HE had to fucking fly home to Hawaii the day before." Brandi groaned and shifted in her seat.

I glanced to my right and Adrienne met my gaze. We smiled at each other and shook our heads. "Try to relax, Brandi," I said. "Or turn sideways and pull your feet up or something. We'll be home in four hours."

"Grr..." Brandi growled. "FINE. But you are sooo gonna owe me a full-body massage later, Ben. I'm thinking the lavender lotion."

I chuckled, thinking it over. I'd reamed out my big sister's achingly wonderful ass and in exchange I would have to run my lotion-covered hands all over her naked body? I could live with that. "Deal."

"Anybody home?" I pulled my key from the door, glancing around the foyer. I moved forward and both Brandi and Adrienne followed in after me, closing the door to ward away the cold.

"Oh, I want a bath," Brandi groaned. She went straight for the stairs, carrying her roller suitcase with her.

"I'm all grimy, too," Adrienne added. Then she stopped and giggled. "Wanna come join us, Ben?"

I groaned and scowled at my girlfriend. She knew full well I would never be able to get away with joining the girls for a bath in the middle of the day when the twins might be around.

But they weren't around. Hell, it seemed like no one was around at all. I HAD driven pretty fast and gotten home earlier than expected, so maybe the rest of my family was out somewhere. I shooed Adrienne up the stairs and went further into the house, looking for signs of life.

And then I saw her. I hadn't seen my sweet younger sister for months and I found that despite her potential to be manipulative and bratty, I missed her terribly. One of the kitchen's lower cabinet doors was open and Brooke was bent over on all fours with her head inside while she dug around back there, perhaps pretending to search for something. While she did this, she was wriggling her ass quite suggestively in my direction.

I smirked. This was so like Brooke to greet me in this fashion. She was probably pretending not to have heard us come in, deliberately teasing me with this view. And as I stared at my sister's perky, perfect ass in those skintight jeans, my mouth watered and I felt a chubby forming in my shorts. I could already imagine holding her hips while I plunged my dick repeatedly in and out of her juicing, tight teenage pussy. I could already hear her crying in ecstasy and yelling for her big brother to fuck her even harder.

So with a knowing smile on my face, I silently crept up behind her, sank to my knees behind her jeans-clad ass, grabbed her hips, and ground my erection against her firm buttcheeks.

"Eep!" came the girlish squeal, followed by a hard [thump] as she banged her head against one of the cabinet's inner walls. And then she wriggled her ass tighter against the bulge in my jeans as she tried to back out and sit up straight at the same time.

And then she turned around. All color drained from my face and my erection faded in a split-second. "Oh, shit," I grunted.

"Ben!" Eden smirked at me while rubbing her head. "What are you doing?"

I had to blink several times while staring in astonishment at my baby sister. She'd done some serious growing up in five months, as the main thrust of her growth spurt had hit. The face was still recognizable, but the body was far more developed than I'd last remembered. Even so, now that I got a clear look at her, I wondered how the hell I'd mistaken her for Brooke in the first place. I mean, sure, she was several inches taller and was wearing a bra, but she still had the skinny hips and beanpole frame of a girl still many years from full maturity.

"Ben!" a new voice chirped behind me. I turned just in time to see Emma launch herself at me, tackling me onto the kitchen's hard tile floor so that I was flat on my back and she was sitting on my chest. I gaped in astonishment that my not- quite-13-year-old youngest sister was growing boobs of all things as she perched above me, looking down at me through the shallow cleavage in her T- shirt.

Eden giggled. "You just missed it, Em," she informed her twin sister. "Ben was rubbing his thingy against my butt."

"What?" Emma's eyes went wide as she looked down on me. "Why would you do that?"

My jaw opened and closed a couple of times, but no words nor sounds came out. I just blinked repeatedly in absolute shock at what was going on.

Eden giggled. "I don't think he realized it was me. I was in the cabinet trying to find the Christmas Tree-shaped cookie tin and he couldn't see my face. He must've thought I was Brooke."

I blinked again and managed to gurgle, "Where IS Brooke?"

Emma grinned down at me. "Last minute Christmas shopping with Mom and Dad. We stayed behind to bake some cookies." Then she grinned and turned to her sister. "So how was it?"

"What? His thingy?" Eden arched an eyebrow.

Emma nodded.

Eden shrugged. "I dunno. I was too surprised to pay attention. It was hard, though." My baby sister then turned to me. "Wanna try it again?"

"No!" I started pushing on Emma's arms to get her off my chest and free myself. But my baby sister just pivoted and reached a hand down over my crotch, grabbing my limp penis through my jeans. "Hey!" I protested.

"Aww, he's all soft already," Emma whined.

"Can you get him hard again?" Eden chirped.

"No! No!" I protested, finally getting Emma off me. And then I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, ankles together, to prevent any further groping. "This is NOT appropriate," I barked at my 12-year-old baby sisters.

"Why not?"

"You're too young!" I insisted. "Hell, you're not even teenagers yet!"

Eden and Emma grinned at each other knowingly before turning back to me. "We will be in five days."

Ah, hell.

"So, I heard you got a little frisky with Eden this afternoon," Brooke grinned at me. My little sister, now sixteen, had grown to 5'7", although it looked like she would never reach Brandi's 5'8". But her curves were still filling out. After all, everyone in our family was a late bloomer. (Well, except for the twins, who were actually starting on time). Brooke already gotten a C-cup, bigger than Brandi despite being slightly shorter, and I wondered just how much more she had to grow.

"I don't want to talk about it." I rolled my eyes away from her and glowered at the wall.

Brooke giggled and pushed herself deeper into the crevasse between my left arm and my chest, snuggling herself into my side while we watched TV. Meanwhile, Brandi and Adrienne were in the kitchen helping Mom make dinner and talking with Dad about Cal's first winning football season in forever and their recent 30-7 shellacking of Stanford in The Big Game. Eden and Emma were off ... doing whatever. I didn't want to know.

I took a deep breath. "So how are things going with Kenta?"

"Great, great. He's a wonderful boyfriend. Jennifer and I have been keeping him busy." Brooke giggled. "But don't change the subject. Eden said she was on her knees, rummaging around the cabinets looking for a cookie tin. You crept up behind her, grabbed her hips, and started rubbing your bulge against her ass. Did you really do all that?"

I scrunched up my face and dropped my eyelids halfway, feeling like snarling. "I thought she was you," I grunted.

"Well, I can sort of see that," Brooke reasoned. "After all, the twins have grown up a LOT in the last few months. I don't think any of us sprouted quite like that so fast. They're 5'4" now, you know, and they're not even thirteen. Sure, they're skinny as twigs right now, but you know they'll grow into their bodies."

Hmph. If it were up to me, Eden and Emma would go back to being 7 years old and stay that way for the rest of their lives.

"But I wonder what was going through your head when you started rubbing yourself against her, Ben," Brooke said softly, seductively, and right into my ear.

"Nothing," I grunted.

"Are you sure?" Brooke husked from millimeters away. "If you really thought she was me, I can imagine what was going through your head. I'll bet you were thinking of reaching around to deftly unzip her jeans and then slide them off her ass, taking her panties along with them."

"Your jeans," I clarified. "Not hers."

"Whatever," Brooke waved. "Just picture the girl. You'd see the creamy whiteness of her buttcheeks, completely untanned and with such soft, perfect skin. I'll bet you'd leave the jeans around her knees, trapping her skinny legs together. Not a trace of fat on her, and you'd slide your hand between her thighs from behind to test the moisture of her pussy."

"Brooke..." I groaned.

She pressed on. "Finding her already wet, you'd still reach your hand around to the front to give yourself a better angle at rubbing her clit and spreading honey all along her pussy lips while laying your big, thick, throbbing erection into the valley of her butt crack, giving yourself short thrusts against her asscheeks just because it felt so good."

"Oh, Brooke..." I whimpered.

She continued in a quiet voice. "And while your right hand was busy stroking her clit, your left hand would glide forward along her stomach, slipping beneath her shirt until you could run your palm over her bra, tugging downward on the cup until her naked breast fell into your hand so you could rub her tender nipples raw with the coarseness of your manly skin."

"Brooke, where did you learn to talk like this?" I groaned.

"Shh!" Brooke hissed. "And just when she started moaning as her orgasm approached, you'd drag your dick backwards, tugging it through her butt crack until just the tip was still touching her. And aiming it lower, you'd press your thick mushroom head against her wet pussy entrance, settling it against her tender hole, readying yourself to push inside that forbidden, incestuous place."

"Oh, gawd..."

"Can you see it, Ben?"

"Fuckkk..." I muttered under my breath, praying no one was around to hear me.

"Let's go." Brooke sat up and grabbed my hand.

"Wha-?"

Brooke glanced to the kitchen, where sounds of the rest of our family chattering wafted out. And then her eyes fixed on me. "We're going to go make that a reality, Ben. Or would you rather be left here imagining you were doing all that to Eden?"

I got up.

Less than three minutes later, behind the locked door of my bedroom, I rammed my hips forward one last time as I began hosing down Brooke's innards, spraying my sperm into her forbidden, incestuous place.

Giggling and scooping jism up to her mouth with her own fingers, Brooke then kissed me and whispered, "Welcome home, big brother."

On Tuesday's Christmas Eve, by family tradition we all stayed home to hang out together. We found some movies on cable and I soon found myself on the big couch, surrounded by a LOT of sisters. Per usual, Eden and Emma were both using me as a backrest while I complained that they were REALLY too big to do so, especially since they'd sprouted. Brooke was in the wing chair. And both Adrienne and Brandi had propped pillows against the base of my couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back while Adrienne tilted her head to the side to rest it against my leg.

I'd spent a lot of time on this couch, and not only during the daytime. With the addition of Adrienne as an extra sibling, we'd found ourselves short 1 bed. Even though we were dating, our parents wouldn't let me and Adrienne sleep together. So in the end, I, the lone male, wound up sleeping on the couch.

After three nights, my back was not happy. I pleaded with my mom, "Come ON. The twins already know Adrienne and I are having sex." Heck, I was pretty sure the twins had heard me screwing Adrienne or Brandi or Brooke at some point during the last few days. Now that I knew that Eden and Emma had already eavesdropped on us the previous summer, I wasn't quite so careful to obscure my sexual activities. But I wasn't about to tell my mom that.

"No, Ben." Mom put her foot down. "Whether the twins are aware of it or not, on principle we're not going to make things blatantly obvious. This is still my house and my rules. You can keep it in your shorts until you get back to Berkeley."

I just growled and walked away in resignation, lest I do something to make Mom reprimand me for the philandering I was already doing in her house.

Speaking of philandering, it was just after midnight on Christmas morning when we all finished opening up our first present. My siblings and parents retired to bed, and I decided to go prowling to open up another present. After all, I had a bit of built-up tension to release.

That night, I'd gotten cleaned out in family poker AGAIN. Seriously, who knew Adrienne was such a card shark? She bluffed out my dad first, swept through Mom, Brooke, Eden, and Emma, and then completed a rather vicious takedown of both Brandi and me. I'd been sooo close to beating her, but my girlfriend somehow managed to hide pocket aces on the final hand.

Anyways, I heard the shower turn off and then went upstairs to get in before anyone else did. And so I was clad just in a towel as I entered the upstairs hallway.

"Hiii, Tiger," Adrienne's voice came from the open door to my bedroom. Brandi had once again taken control of her own bedroom while Adrienne seemed perfectly happy in mine, and I turned to see my gorgeous girlfriend/sister laying face-down on top of my bed reading a magazine, her elbows propping her up and affording me a wonderful view of her cleavage. Her still-wet hair was slicked back and slightly darkened while it dried on the terrycloth bathrobe she wore.

Did I mention I loved the wet look?

Adrienne giggled. "You should probably get into the bathroom before someone sees that." She nodded and I looked down to see that I was pitching quite the tent in my towel.

I chuckled. "Maybe I should have you do something about it first."

Adrienne rolled her eyes and shooed me away. "Maybe after you've showered. I don't sleep with bankrupt losers unless they're clean."

Ooh, a dig at my recent poker loss. I growled and for a moment, felt like going into the bedroom and playing dominant with my part-time submissive girlfriend; but I kept my ire in check and turned back to the bathroom...

... just in time to see the door close and hear the lock click. I rushed forward and jerked the knob. "Dammit! I called 'Next'!"

"You took too long. Lost your turn!" Brandi called through the door, cackling maniacally.

I snorted and turned back to face Adrienne, murder in my eyes. And then my gorgeous blonde girlfriend merely got to her knees on the bed, pressed her wrists together and proffered them forward to me. "I am yours to take... sir..."

"Again," Adrienne hissed, trying to keep her voice down.

[thwack]

"Again!"

[thwack]

"One more!"

[THWACK!]

"Nnnghhh!!!" Adrienne gritted her teeth to try and restrain her scream. The twins were probably asleep, but I wasn't really worried about them hearing anymore. However, we didn't want Mom and Dad to come investigating what was going on, especially since we hadn't taken the time to even close the door.

Adrienne's head was vibrating as she tried to hold herself together while it felt like she was coming apart from the inside. The orgasm swept through her body, causing her hips to quake at least an 8.0 on the Richter scale, my dick happily trapped inside her clenching cunt. I squeezed the flesh of her asscheeks in my hands, holding on for the ride before exhaling and feeling my dick release my creamy load into the depths of her womb.

"Ahhh..." Adrienne sighed in complete satisfaction once her climax passed. She wriggled her hips, feeling my cum soaking into her body as she let her face and chest collapse down onto the bed. "Just what I needed. Fast and dirty."

I grunted and nodded, breathing heavily myself. We'd taken less than ten minutes, just a quickie. And it was just what the both of us wanted.

"Merry Christmas, Tiger," Adrienne grinned.

I chuckled. "Best present I've gotten so far."

"Only so far," Brandi's voice cut in from behind me. "There're still more than 23 hours left."

I turned around and my eyes bugged open at what my older sister was wearing. More specifically, I was staring at what Brandi was not wearing. The towel was wrapped around her head, held in place by her hands as she finished tucking her hair into the thick cotton. That left the rest of her body completely bare, her round tits pulled high up with her posture, dark nipples erect and standing out over the small areolas. Her feet were planted just wider than her hips, opening up her bare-shaven pussy just enough to let me see some pink. And even though I'd cum just minutes before, I felt a fresh rise in my cock at the view.

Brandi let her eyes trail down my own naked body, her gaze lingering on my abs and my half-hard cock still wet with Adrienne's fluids. She smirked, and then without another word, my older sister strode confidently to her bedroom.

My eyes tracked Brandi moving away as I went to the doorway, turning to watch my sister's dimpled backside sway seductively left and right with each step. And just when she crossed into her own bedroom, the beautiful 20-year-old brunette spun around, giving me a long look at her front side, and then she slowly closed the door.

I didn't start breathing again until the latch made it's final [click].

And then a second [click] got my attention. I knew it had come from the bathroom and I spun around in a panic, seeing that the bathroom door was once again closed to me. I rushed forward and jerked the knob. "Dammit! No!"

Brooke giggled from the other side and I let out a loud groan. Then behind me, Brandi popped her bedroom door open once again. "Brooke sneak in front of you?"

"Gawddamn sisters," I growled. I couldn't believe I'd gotten shower-jacked TWICE.

Brandi gave me a pitying look and then she came back out, this time with the towel around her torso, obscuring all her goodies. Apparently she'd already unwrapped it from her head. Then my older sister went to the door and knocked twice before calling, "Brooke?"

"Yeah?" our younger sister replied from inside the bathroom.

Brandi grinned at me while calling through the door, "What do you say you and I help Ben get cleaned up tonight?"

All was quiet for about two seconds, and then the door flung open and my 16- year-old little sister was jerking on my hands with pure delight in her eyes. "This is gonna be FUN!"

"Shh," Brandi held a finger to her lips while Brooke pulled me into the bathroom. "You don't want us to get caught." But despite her warning tone, Brandi was all smiles as she dropped the towel once again to the floor.

Brooke was right. It WAS fun.

Christmas was its usual flurry of activity. We exchanged an abundance of presents with the usual assortment of DVDs, video games, books, and clothes. Mom and Dad even unveiled matching T-shirts that said, "Proud Mom (or Dad) of SIX children." Adrienne seemed especially touched to be included.

The phone lines were jammed as our parents made various calls to friends and family to wish them Merry Christmas. My sisters, including Adrienne, made a variety of calls on their cell phones. Even the twins had little silver flip-phones that seemed glued to their ears.

And I had a call to make as well, to Dawn. We chatted for close to an hour while she filled me in on the antics of Dayna, DJ, and her parents. She swore that for some reason, Dayna always reverted back to acting like a 12-year-old in the family home. I commented that if she was anything like Eden or Emma, actual 12-year-olds, she had to be a handful.

After Dawn, I set the phone aside. But calls found me as Megan Kwan and Cassidy O'Leary both called just to say Merry Christmas. We caught up about school life and promised to get the old gang back together before New Year's. Megan asked if I'd already talked to Daniel Chen or Kenny Doyle, but I just snorted. "We're guys. We don't ... chat."

Megan groaned and promised she'd field marshal everyone into getting together.

Everything was proceeding normally, just like every Christmas.

And then she arrived.

"Hi, Miss McNeil!" Emma said brightly as she opened the door to our neighbor.

The mere sound of her name sent shivers down my spine and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I didn't fear her, not in the slightest. But I was nervous.

Intellectually, I had known this day would come. Ever since Keira had first asked me her "special favor" back in August, I knew I would have to see her again, even though we hadn't spoken even once since I left for college. And as the sounds of Keira greeting Emma and then chatting amiably with my parents came through the house and into my ears, I forced myself to stand up and turn around to look at her.

At almost the exact same moment, she flicked her gaze over to me. And I was suddenly rooted to the floor.

Still a few months shy of her thirty-first birthday, Keira McNeil was just as gorgeous as ever. Her pale green eyes burned brightly as she looked at me, brilliant against her pale skin amidst the backdrop of her dark brown hair which flowed nicely over her shoulders. Uncontrollably, my eyes dropped lower, skipping past her nice cleavage and full bosom to her belly, which she held absent-mindedly with one hand.

It was still flat.

I blinked, refocusing my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining things. Yeah, flat belly. I wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved.

Perhaps sensing my thoughts, a little smile came onto Keira's face. And then she nodded to something my mom said before turning toward me. I stayed rooted in place, watching as she approached me.

In the intervening two-and-a-half years since my beautiful, widowed neighbor first took my virginity, she'd seemed to have put on just a few pounds, but all of it in the right places. Her bosom seemed a tad fuller. Her hips a little wider. But overall she was still slender and stunning, her natural beauty enhanced by the memories of a young teenager worshipping her from afar.

Without a word, Keira opened her arms to me and I finally took a step forward, enfolding her in a warm hug. Once, long ago, I'd been a short, 5'2" 15-year-old with my eyes on an even level with Miss McNeil's tits. Now, I was 6'0" and I wrapped the shorter, older woman in my arms, hugging her tightly to my chest. "Merry Christmas, Miss McNeil."

"Merry Christmas, Ben."

I pulled back so we were an arm's length apart, my hands on her hips and hers on my shoulders. I glanced down between us and shrugged. "So you didn't... ?" I asked softly.

Keira smiled demurely and shook her head. "I'm still waiting for another chance with you."

AUGUST 2002, FIVE MONTHS AGO

"You want me to what?" I blurted, my eyes blinking rapidly and my breathing coming in short, desperate bursts.

Keira waited for me patiently, a serene expression on her face. And when it seemed like I wasn't about to freak out again, she calmly repeated, "I want you to give me a baby."

My eyes fluttered and I took a deep breath. A hand came up to cover my gaping mouth and I sat heavily against the backrest in shock. "You're serious."

She nodded and sipped her tea. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and when she set the mug back down onto the coffee table she confirmed, "I'm serious."

"You really want to have a child?"

"I'm not getting any younger, Ben. I'm already 30."

"Thirty's not that old. Didn't Madonna just have a kid at 42 or something?"

"It's possible, but there are more complications the older a woman gets, especially with a first child. I've still got time, but I don't really want to wait much longer. I used to think I'd have two kids before I turned 30."

"But I thought you wanted to be married again first." I arched an eyebrow. "The whole family thing, husband and all."

Keira sighed. "It's not easy. Not many men can measure up to Colin. Sean, my last boyfriend, seemed like he would have been the one, but in the end it didn't work out."

"Then try again. It's not like you're meeting nobody but losers."

Keira shook her head. "Maybe. But I don't want to put my motherhood on hold any longer. Even if I met a guy tomorrow, I wouldn't know enough about him to get married for at least two more years. And it'll probably be longer than that."

"But you'll be a single mother."

She nodded. "I know. I'm ready. Colin's life insurance will be plenty. The house is paid for. And my job is very flexible. I have the time and the resources to do this, even without a man's help."

"But having a kid will put a big dent in your dating life."

Keira shrugged. "I want to be a mother more than I want to be a wife. And if a man were truly right for me, he would accept my child."

I winced and looked away, wracking my brain for other issues. But the fact was, Keira had clearly thought this through and made up her mind. That left only one major question: "Why me?"

Keira tilted her head to the side, a hopeful smile on her face. "Because you are you, Ben."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that if I really want to do this before getting married, I only have two options. One, I can go to a sperm bank and pick a donor out of a book. But the more I think about it, the more I don't want to go that route. I mean, I'm sure there are some wonderful guys who donate; but when I think of all the men I know, the only ones I can imagine actually donating are kind of creepy. They may have some good physical characteristics, but I can never be sure of their mental state."

I grimaced and nodded. Exactly what type of guy would donate sperm? I wasn't sure, and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.

"Or two," Keira continued. "I can ask someone I know. And at the top of that list is you, Ben."

I shook my head and repeated that critical question. "Why me?"

"Because I want a man who has good qualities that would pass on to my children. You're intelligent, tall, handsome, gentle, and kind. You have a good heart. You're a good man, Ben. And I've said it many times: if you were ten years older I would never want to let you go."

"You must know some other good men."

"Some," Keira conceded. "But there are other complications. The first thing is: a man my age is a man mature enough to be a father, which would mean some serious question of whether he would want to be a father to my child. It couldn't work."

"What if I wanted to be a father to my child?"

Keira blinked and canted her head. "Would you? You're eighteen, Ben. You have your whole life ahead of you. And I wouldn't hold you responsible in any way. I wouldn't even list you on any documents. Like I said, I'm well-provided for. I just need your genetic material, Ben. I don't need a partner to raise a child with. I just need you, and I know this is a very special favor I'm asking."

I bit my lip nervously. This all just seemed so ... unreal. I started thinking of the logistics of things and I picked my head up. "So, uh, would you need me to go to a lab somewhere? How would that sort of thing work, anyways? I mean-"

Keira chuckled, a smile coming to her face as she realized I was turning the corner from whether I would do it to how I would do it. She folded her hands over her lap demurely and explained, "If that's the way you want, Ben. A fertility clinic has these rooms you can go into with some videos and magazines and you could jerk off into a cup. Or you could do it at home and drive it in."

I winced. It all seemed so ... weird.

"Or," Keira continued, locking her pale green eyes on me. "Ben, I would be very happy to do this the old-fashioned way."

My chest tightened. To be honest, the very instant she'd mentioned me giving her a baby, my head went straight to sex. I hadn't been intimate with Keira in a year and a half, back even before Adrienne blackmailed me into sleeping with her the very first time. But I'd never seriously thought she would want to re-start our sexual relationship. I had been an underage fling and that was that. "Are you serious?" I asked softly.

Keira nodded, a gleam in her eyes. "You're legal now, Ben. I don't have a boyfriend; and actually I haven't gotten laid since Sean and I broke up. I have very fond memories of you, Ben. Such passion and energy. And I must admit, I'm very, very curious to find out what else you've learned since we were last together."

My breath was coming in shorter gasps and I felt my boxers tightening. I saw the flush of pink in her cheeks and the soft pant in her exhalation while her lips parted fractionally. Keira leaned forward, and with the top two buttons of her blouse undone, the fabric fell away from her body to expose the deep line of her cleavage to my hungry eyes. And then she continued, "I'd rather have sex with you, Ben. I want to feel that thick, hard dick of yours all the way inside me. I'll bet it's gotten even bigger than I remember. You've certainly grown into more of a man from the 16-year-old boy I first seduced. I want to feel you hovering over my chest while your hips drive powerfully into my willing body. Please, Ben?"

My jaw quivered.

"I'm fertile right now, Ben. I should be in my peak fertility for the next four days or so. And if you're willing, I'd like to get as much of your sperm into me as possible from now until then, if not longer."

My chest was rising and falling now, nerves making me slightly twitchy. If this were just about sex, that would be one thing. But the concept of a pregnancy frightened the crap out of me. What did I know about actually getting someone pregnant? In practice, it would be so easy to do. But did I really understand all the consequences?

"Keira ... I'm not sure..." I managed to croak.

She seemed to deflate a little. But she nodded her head, as if expecting this. "I knew it was too much to hope you would just go for it. But I did expect some concerns. Let me help. Tell me what's got you worried."

"I just don't know that I can make a decision this ... BIG ... without thinking it over."

Keira took a deep breath, calming herself. "I understand. Like I said, I've got several days. We don't have to decide anything right now."

"I have a girlfriend."

"I know. And I've seen how important you are in Adrienne's life. She lived directly across from me and she's changed so much with you. And if it's a fidelity thing, I can certainly live with test tubes and artificial insemination."

I winced. "Actually, I don't even think that's a problem. Adrienne and I are pretty ... open..." I barked a short laugh, feeling a quick release of tension as a new idea popped into my head. "You're not bisexual, are you, Keira?"

The beautiful 30-year-old woman backed her head up in surprise. "What?"

I shook my head wryly. "Adrienne's thing. The gateway to my cock is through her pussy. If anything, she'd insist on joining in."

Keira blinked in surprise. "Uh, not really bisexual, no. But honestly, Ben, I'm not averse to the idea if that's what's needed." It was her turn to chuckle. "And I did have a few adventures in college."

Feeling a little more relaxed, I nevertheless didn't totally feel comfortable. "I just ... I'm not sure, Keira. Could I really live my life knowing you'd borne me a child, and NOT be involved in that child's life? That would forever be stuck in the back of my head."

Keira took a deep breath. "You know, at first I thought of doing it all without your knowledge. I'd have a casual boyfriend and make him wear condoms. And then I'd seduce you, get pregnant, and you'd think it was his all along. You'd never have known."

I grimaced. "I don't like the sound of that kind of deception."

"I didn't either," Keira sighed. "I couldn't do it to you, Ben. Not without your knowledge. And besides, it wouldn't be practical. There's no guarantee you'd knock me up without some serious, sustained effort. Even if we did this every day this week, there's less than a 50-50 chance of me getting pregnant. And that's assuming there are no other medical complications."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Really." She exhaled slowly. "But it's a chance I want to take. The clock is ticking for me."

I shrugged. "So what if you don't take this month? I'm still leaving for college."

Keira smiled. "Then I'd see you in December when you come back."

I blinked several times, weighing everything. Keira remained silent, letting me mull over the situation. But even still, this wasn't something I could decide right away. "I have to go home a think about it," I said apologetically.

"You sure?" Keira asked weakly, but hopefully. "THIS doesn't seem to want to think about it." She patted my bulge while leaning forward again to offer me a fresh glimpse of her cleavage.

I grimaced and forced away the flush of sexual adrenaline that shot through my spine. My lower lip quivered and I calmed my breathing. "Keira. Please."

"Sorry, sorry." She backed away and exhaled. "I understand. Go home and think about it."

I nodded and started to get up. But I stopped myself and turned back to her. "I'm assuming this is the sort of thing you'd want to keep private, even from my mom."

Keira winced, but nodded in confirmation. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. I understand." I took a deep breath. "I'll see you tomorrow."

DECEMBER 25, 2002, CHRISTMAS DAY

Keira stayed and chatted with the family for a couple of hours. Like every year, Mom invited her to stay for dinner. And like every year, she declined and explained that she would be having dinner with her mom in Pasadena.

But before she left, Keira asked my mom if I could walk her home. She just wanted to talk to me.

Mom smiled but had just a trace of tightness in her eyes as she told me, "Don't take too long, Ben." There was a light warning in her tone, and I knew I would have to return before Mom began to suspect I was having sex with my beautiful, older neighbor.

After I'd turned her down in August, Keira had said she would go to the sperm bank to get inseminated. But her flat belly had seemed to indicate otherwise and while I'd wanted to ask her in detail what was going on, I didn't have the opportunity with so many people in the house. But the instant we were out on the sidewalk and alone, I asked the question that had been bugging me all night.

"So you never went to the sperm bank?"

"No." Keira shook her head in the negative. "And I won't. I'm just not comfortable with it."

I took a deep breath. "And you never found another donor from someone you know?"

Keira glanced downward. "I'm sorry to put this on you, Ben. But it's you or no one. I've been waiting for you. I've been off my birth control for six months and haven't had sex with anyone since Sean and if you turn me down again, I..." she took a deep breath. "I guess that's just my fate."

Now I felt REALLY guilty. Was it really such a big deal to me? This was a life- changing thing for Keira, and I had the power to do it for her. I still loved her, in a way. I wasn't IN love with her, but I would never forget my first and I would always love her for what she'd done for me.

"Please, Ben." Keira clutched my arm tightly. "I'll be ovulating next week. For me, Ben. Please?"

I knew it would come back to this. I took a deep breath and turned to her. "Keira, I'm sorry, but I can't. I told you why when I had to refuse in August."

She deflated visibly. "I was hoping you might have changed your mind. And we can practice from now until next week. Maybe my egg will come early?"

I sighed and shook my head. "The reasons haven't changed."

"But you said yourself you could live with me having your child."

I closed my eyes and nodded. Everything had come out the very next day back in August when I'd returned to tell her 'no'. "I could live with it. I care about you a great deal Keira and if it was just about me, I would happy to do this for you."

"That's all that should matter."

"But it isn't. It wouldn't be fair to the rest of my family. How could I hide from my parents that they had a grandchild?"

She shook her head. "It wouldn't really be THEIR grandchild. It would just be my child. I just need your genetics, Ben, not your family connections."

I shook my head. "You can't undo the blood." I took a deep breath and stopped in front of her porch. "And there's more than that now, Keira, something else I decided more recently."

Her green eyes were dull and she took her own deep breath, calming herself before asking, "What?"

"I LOVE Adrienne, Keira. I can imagine being married to her someday, maybe even right after we graduate from college." I held Keira's hands in my own and stared into her eyes, willing her to understand. This woman had given me so much thoughtful, mature advice; she HAD to understand my reasoning

"I want my wife to bear my children, Keira. And how could I tell her that I'd fathered a child before her? How could I tell my wife that? Hiding a grandchild from my parents is one thing. Yeah, for them, maybe I could think it's just a sperm donation. But to hide a child from my wife? I couldn't do it. I won't do it. Do you understand?"

Keira shrank, all remaining life flooding out of her. She let out a long exhalation, air whistling out through her lips for what seemed like forever before she stopped and bowed her head. She was silent for a long while, looking so visibly crushed that I stepped forward and hugged her, feeling the small tremors throughout her body as she tried valiantly not to cry.

In the end, Keira just picked her head up and stared into my eyes, nodding slowly. "I understand. It's not the outcome I might have wanted, but I do understand, Ben." Her voice cracked. "Your reasons are very valid, and I'm proud of you."

"Proud of me?"

She smiled. "You're finally becoming the mature man I knew you could be. Most 18-year-old boys would have jumped at the chance to knock me up, consequences be damned. Hell, 16-year-old Ben would have done it three seconds after I first asked. But you thought it through and considered how it would impact your future."

Her words said she was proud of me. Her face said she was crushed, with the moisture in her eyes to prove it.

"I'm so sorry, Keira."

"It's okay." She inhaled, stood up, and seemed to regain her previous stature. "It's okay. I knew this was a longshot at best, especially after you turned me down in August. I guess I just held out some small hope that you would change your mind. It IS, after all, my only real chance at a child."

The guilt slammed back into me. "Keira, I'm sorry."

Keira shook her head. "Don't be. What is meant to be is what is meant to be." She got on her tiptoes, pulled my head down, and kissed me softly. I felt a surge of warmth pass from her body into mine through our lips. Then she turned and went into her house, but not before I saw the first tear roll down her cheek.

I'd hurt Keira. Yeah, I thought I'd made the right decision, but I cared deeply for her. This one thing could have given her so much happiness, literally changed her life. Didn't she deserve that from me? Hadn't she changed my life so much for the better? I simply wouldn't have been the sexual creature I was if it wasn't for her teachings. I would not have lived my extraordinary life if it wasn't for her. Didn't she deserve something back from me? If I was capable of doing this special favor for her, shouldn't I?

"You should do it, you know."

"Huh?" I was sitting on a bench on the back patio, holding a steaming mug of hot apple cider in my hands while staring off at nothing. My jacket was pulled around me to ward away the cold.

Adrienne giggled and rubbed my leg while she sat down beside me, wearing her own warm jacket and holding her own steaming mug. The two of us were the only ones outside, and the sliding door was closed, so she felt free to speak candidly. "Miss McNeil. She wants you. I can tell. And you looked like you were trying to decide if you should sleep with her."

I arched my eyebrow in surprise.

My gorgeous girlfriend grinned and tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ears. "I know everything, remember?"

You don't know this, I thought.

"So when was the last time you boinked her?"

"Who, Keira?"

Adrienne nodded.

I exhaled. "Before you seduced me the very first time. You saw us and then blackmailed me into fucking you, remember?"

Adrienne giggled, looking off into the distance as if she could peer back into the past. "That feels like AGES ago. We were both different people then."

I sighed. "Yeah..."

"So you should do it."

I smiled wryly. Adrienne didn't know what she was suggesting. "Ah, I don't think she's bisexual, Adrienne."

"Neither was Allie. Nor Helene. Nor Stephanie." My girlfriend giggled. "But that's not a big deal in this case. Miss McNeil's got a prior claim on you and I'm not going to make her be with me just to be with you. After all, in a strange way, I owe her for providing me the leverage to be with you in the first place."

I shook my head, thinking of all the twists and turns that had brought us to this point. I sighed. "It's not that simple, Adrienne."

My girlfriend shrugged and held my arm. "Maybe. I don't pretend to know what kind if history you two have. But just know that it's okay with me if you visit her while we're here. Okay?"

I tried to take Adrienne's offer for what it was and just nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Adrienne."

Her hazel eyes twinkled. "Just gimme details if you do."

I slept fitfully, simultaneously horny and feeling guilty all night. My mind swirled with thoughts of Keira and her unusual request. A part of me had hoped the issue would just go away with time, but five months later, it clearly hadn't. I was torn between my old lust for the beautiful older woman and my hesitance to get involved in a potential pregnancy I couldn't possibly comprehend.

It didn't help that the couch really wasn't that comfortable, preventing me from falling into a truly deep sleep. I woke up several times for no apparent reason before twisting positions and trying to fade into unconsciousness again.

But then I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

"Mmph!" a girl moaned and I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into somebody's throat. She took it like a trooper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I'd never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark- haired head bobbing up and down in my lap before my heavy eyelids closed themselves. I was sooo exhausted, feeling like I hadn't gotten ANY sleep at all. And right in this moment, I would like nothing better than to bust my nut into my sister's throat and go right back to sleep.

"So good..." I groaned and reached my hand down to touch her head. I felt the silky locks of my sister's hair, running my fingers through her scalp while my eyes remained closed and I surrendered to the immense pleasure she was producing in me. I wasn't even sure if it was Brandi or Brooke yet.

Maybe it was both. I felt my cock being pulled out of her mouth and for a moment, there were too many hands on my shaft as I was tilted downward just a bit and then a different mouth surrounded my prick. I groaned in blissful ecstasy as the second girl moved down until my cock hit the entrance to her throat, then she pulled back and returned downward, fucking me with her mouth.

My head lolled to the side as I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. The girls passed me back and forth a few times while I simply enjoyed their oral attentions. Normally I could identify which girl was which by their technique, but my brain was so much leftover mush that I didn't even bother to attempt identification.

And then I felt the telltale buildup of pressure in my balls, I groaned just once in warning, and began blasting my load with extreme force into the hot sucking mouth.

"Aack!" the girl choked and pulled off my prick. Her hand reflexively squeezed tighter while she continued pumping the shaft. And I felt even more jets of cum firing upwards into the air. My cock was angled just a bit to the right, off the edge of the couch toward the girl who'd been sucking me, and I didn't feel any of my jism splatter back onto me.

"Eeep!" the second girl squealed as I continued firing pearly ropes. "It's getting everywhere!" she chattered excitedly.

Then the pitch of the voices caught my attention. I was still half-dead to the world, but a warning bell went off in the back of my head and I pried my eyes open, horror spreading across my face.

Both my sisters turned to look at me, pleased expressions on their faces. The one nearest to me had several splatters of cum painting her from cheeks to chin; and she absolutely beamed, quite proud of herself. She brushed her bangs back from her face and her eyes twinkled with delight. "That was so cool!"

"Eden!" I hissed at my baby sister, open shock on my face. "What the hell did you do?"

"What does it look like I did?" my baby sister said brightly before scooping a dollop of jism off her cheek and popping it into her mouth. "Brooke was right. It doesn't taste bad at all."

"Lemme taste! Lemme taste!" Emma was right beside her, eagerly reaching out to scrape some cum off Eden's cheek and then popping it into her mouth as well.

"Brooke said you get it however you can, but it's much better directly from the source," Eden said matter-of-factly.

In response, Emma nodded and reached for my dick again.

"Emma! Emma!" I exclaimed in a panic as I batted her hands away from my groin.

"Aww. No fair! Eden got to taste it directly!"

"I only got one shot," Eden sighed. "I couldn't taste it very well. We have to do it again."

"NO!" I hissed, only now thinking to keep my voice down. Our parents slept like the dead, but I would be dead if they actually woke up and came downstairs.

"Aww, why not?" Emma pouted.

"BECAUSE! You're not supposed to be doing this!" I bit out rather harshly.

"But I wanna play with it!"

"My dick is not a toy!" I hurriedly tucked myself back into my pajamas, removing my pecker from view.

"But-"

"Emma, NO! Ohmigod!" I blurted in exasperation. "What did you girls just do? Oh-my-fucking-GAWD! This isn't happening!"

"It already happened," Eden pointed out.

"Why did you do this? You didn't even ASK me!"

Emma shrugged and looked at Eden. Eden turned to me and shrugged as well. "Brooke said you'd probably freak out. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. She said you'd NEVER give us permission."

I blinked in absolute shock and awe at my baby twin sisters. "Oh. My. GAWD!" I groaned and put my hands over my head. "This isn't happening. This isn't happening..."

Eden just turned away, grabbing some tissues off the coffee table to clean up her face. I tried not to look. After all, it was MY cum drying on my baby sister's face. "You're just little girls..." I moaned.

"We're thirteen!" Emma protested vehemently. "We're grown up!"

"You're NOT grown up! You only turned thirteen..." I wracked my brain for the date. "TODAY! Like five hours ago!"

Emma nodded. "Brooke said we had to wait for our birthday. Only teenagers are old enough to have sex. Even blowjobs."

"Who made that rule?"

Eden and Emma looked at each other. "Uh, Brooke did. We wanted to try this last summer but she made us wait."

"New rule! You have to be ... sixteen! No, eighteen!"

Eden rolled her eyes. "Brooke said she first did it to you when she was fourteen. And you didn't even let her make you squirt. You let US make you squirt."

"I didn't know it was you!"

Emma shrugged. "But you seemed to like it. So we did good for our first time? I was really, really nervous."

"We're NOT talking about this."

"We already are, Ben," Eden pointed out.

I buried my face in my palms. "This is not happening ... This is not happening..."

Eden sighed. "Let's go, Em. I think Ben needs some time to think. Brooke was right. He really IS freaking out."

This was SO wrong.

"I'm all squishy now," Emma said. "Wanna lick each other?"

So, SO wrong.