The Bet

Robert leaned back from his desk and stretched his

arms over his head working the stiff muscles in his

back and arms. He yawned and dropped his hands back

to the book from which he had been doing his homework.

This calculus could be really boring stuff. He trans-

lated problems into equations and then plugged numbers

into the equations in order to get answers, one after

the other. Oh well, at least he was through with math

for today. He flipped the textbook closed. The growing

tickle in his crotch told him it was time to play.

Robert opened a drawer in his desk and removed a

bulging file folder. He stood and crossed his bedroom

to his bathroom. He carefully locked the door. It was

unlikely that anyone in the household would walk into

his private bathroom, but there was no point in taking

the chance that he might be caught.

Robert pulled down his pants and then his shorts free-

ing a cock that was already ninety percent erect. He

sat on the commode lid, laying the open file folder

across his knees. Yeah, he hadn't been in the mood to

do this for a day or two, but several painful hard-ons

during school reminded him that it was time to loosen

his load. He formed a circle with the fingers and

thumb of his right hand and began to slide it over the

smooth knob of his cock head. With his left hand, he

picked up the first picture from the folder.

His friends had laughed when he volunteered for the

nerdy job of a yearbook photographer, but it had

allowed him to wear a camera around his neck for weeks

at school, and take pictures like the one in his hand

right now. It was an image of the cheerleaders during

practice. Robert glanced at one cheerleader after the

other as he flipped through the pictures. He didn't

think their cheerleader uniforms were sexy, but the

stuff they wore at practice was nice. Leotards and

short shorts revealed the tight buns and sculpted

thighs of their gymnast's bodies. Too bad they're

lithe bodies didn't have bigger tits.

Robert, keeping up a steady rhythm, felt a tickling

surge in his ridged cock. Mmmm...it wouldn't be long

now. He flipped through the pictures more rapidly.

There was Mary Ann; he loved this picture. The pretty

junior was sitting at a desk; her chin cupped in the

palm of her hand, a single finger along her cheek was

giving him an obscene gesture. He wasn't offended

though. He knew she was teasing him. Her sultry smile

and half-lidded eyes made the picture sexy as hell.

His cock gave another twitch and swelled a bit. His

balls were already scrunched against his body, ready

to deliver their load. I'm on a short fuse today,

thought Robert. He reached to the bottom of the pile

of pictures and pulled out his favorite. Oh yeah,

there she is, thought Robert. Erika Stevens was the

girl who did it for him. It was a perfect photograph

of Erika, and he had snapped it that day without her

knowledge. She had been seated on a stone bench

located outside the school's main door. Someone behind

Erika had called her name and she had half turned her

upper body and leaned back a bit to see who it was

just as a gust of wind had come up.

Erika had tossed her head and raised a hand to her

face to pull some wind blown hair off her face when

Robert took the picture. As a result her beautiful

face and long slender neck were shown to their best

advantage. Her shoulder length dark hair flowed out

voluminous and thick. Not only that, but the gust of

wind had also flipped up the edge of the full skirt

she had worn that day revealing a lot of thigh,

accenting her long slender legs. But it was those

tits, those full and firm and high tits that could

make the cum pour hotly from his cock.

Oh god thought Robert, look at those breasts. They

were straining at her blouse, revealing cleavage and

making the material between the buttons of her blouse

gape open. Her breasts were like magnets to his eyes.

Guys in the school, even the teachers, looked as if

they were carrying on a conversation with those tits

when they addressed Erika. Robert closed his eyes and

slowed his right hand, drawing out the intense

feelings in his cock. He could just imagine his

swelling cockhead sliding between Erika's tits. He

could see her delicate hands holding her breasts

together, forming a silky tunnel for his aching cock.

That smooth as satin skin driving him crazy.

Oh yeah, yeah baby, here it comes. Robert took a long

ragged breath and held it as his cock pumped once,

twice, and then up to eight and ten times with lessen-

ing force as his milky white cum dripped down his

fingers.

Robert took a couple of deep breaths. He smiled and

looked at the cum coated fingers of his right hand.

That had been a quick but satisfying orgasm. He

grabbed some bathroom tissue and cleaned his hand. In

another minute he had replaced the file folder in his

desk and was on his way downstairs.

**

As he neared the bottom of the staircase, Robert heard

his sister call to him from the family room, "Bobby?"

she was the only one who called him Bobby, "come in

here a minute."

"Hmmmm?" he said, walking into the room. Beth was

peering through her glasses at the monitor of a

computer that they usually devoted to games.

Beth gestured at the screen, "I'm stuck, give me a

hint."

Robert smiled, his sister was as smart as they come,

but she didn't have much patience. She became frus-

trated when she couldn't go through a game as if she

was reading a book. As Robert stooped to look over

her shoulder she pointed at the screen and said,

"There's a key on this chain here, and I assume it's

supposed to open the chest at the bottom of this well

or dungeon or whatever it is."

Robert nodded, he'd finished the game a week earlier,

"Yes, it does open the chest."

Beth frowned, "Well, I've clicked the mouse all over

the key and chain and I can't pick it up, and I can't

find anything to pry it loose."

"No, the key doesn't move, " prompted Robert.

"I can't get the chest to move either."

"Sure about that? Have you looked around it carefully?"

"Oh, OK, " she waved a hand in his face, "thanks, no

more hints, I'll go back and look around the chest."

Robert slapped at her hand. "Your welcome, I'm sure."

He straightened up from the computer. "Are we having

family dinner? Is Dad home?"

"Yeah, I think he's in his office."

"With Vicky?"

"Well duh Brother, they're both in the house aren't

they?"

**

In his office, Frederick, Beth and Robert's father,

straightened some papers on his desk and picked up a

pen. Across the room the door opened and the house-

keeper, Vicky, entered the room. Closing the door

behind her, Vicky walked to the desk, she was carrying

a tray with two half-filled wineglasses.

"Ah, a little wine before dinner." Frederick took one

of the glasses. "Thanks Vicky, " he raised the glass to

her. "You're about to watch me sign some papers that

may be worth billions of dollars."

Vicky, wineglass paused halfway to her lips, looked

stunned. "That was billions with a 'B'?" She put her

wineglass on the desk and flowed onto Frederick's lap

like a cat. At five feet two inches and a size four

body, Vicky looked like a little girl in daddy's lap.

Frederick finished his wine in a gulp and put the glass

aside. He wrapped his arms around Vicky's tiny waist.

"Well, that'll be in sales. I suppose I'll end up a

few million richer when all is said and done."

Vicky snaked her arms around Frederick's neck and

whispered in his ear, "Mmmm...I just love it when you

talk in millions and billions." She tilted her head

and planted a firm kiss on Frederick's lips.

"I've heard that money can be an aphrodisiac, maybe

I'll order up a bathtub full of hundred dollar bills

for you to bathe in."

Vicky climbed off Frederick's lap and knelt on the

floor between his legs. As she unzipped his pants

Vicky said, "No silly, you don't put the money in a

cold, hard tub. You pour it all over that king sized

bed of yours and do something like this." She pulled

his half-hard cock from his shorts and began to stroke

it from base to tip.

"Yes, that's an even better idea, " Frederick said

huskily as he scooted down in his chair to give his

housekeeper better access to his rapidly stiffening

cock. He found it incredibly erotic that Vicky was

starring at his cock as if it was the most important

thing in the world.

Vicky slipped her full lips over Frederick's cockhead

and sucked on it powerfully while she twisted her head

back and forth. Frederick gasped and nearly doubled

over with the heady sensation. Vicky knew that her

little technique would turn painful if she continued,

so she relaxed her mouth and began to make full

strokes up and down Frederick's cock, letting her

tongue lie against his cum tube and occasionally swirl

around the head.

Frederick settled back in his chair. He'd had a number

of housekeepers and nannies for his children since his

wife had left him years ago. They had married just out

of college and Frederick had taken a job as a not very

well paid research biochemist. Frederick and his wife

tried for two years to have children when they gave up

and adopted Robert. They had planned to raise just one

child but, almost immediately after the adoption,

Frederick's wife became pregnant. After Beth's birth

his wife decided that Frederick's income, minus what

it took to raise two kids, wouldn't be enough for the

life style that she wanted and so she disappeared.

For a decade Frederick raised his kids on his own,

counting every penny. Then, out of the blue, Frederick

presented an idea to his company that proved to be

worth millions. He soon became the head of research

and development, doing a lot of work out of his home

so he could spend time with his children. That was

when Frederick could afford a lavish house and the

staff to run it.

Then began the succession of housekeepers and nannies,

some of them able in their duties, all of them beauti-

ful women. More than a few had worked their way into

the position that Vicky was in right now, lips encir-

cling his stiff cock, trying to suck cum, and to be

honest, money out of their boss.

Frederick felt a wave of pleasure roll through his

cock. His hips began to pulse. It wouldn't be long

until his straining cock would be spewing into Vicky's

soft moist mouth.

Vicky felt Frederick's hips begin to push and roll

about. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. She

lessened the grip that her mouth had on his cock until

only her tongue was in touch with the sensitive under-

side.

Frederick moaned, "Oh no, Vicky, not this time, you're

going to give me a heart attack." He grabbed the arms

of his chair and thrust and writhed about trying to

increase the friction on his cock. But Vicky rode with

him, keeping the mere tip of her tongue on the small

patch of skin just under his cockhead. She knew that

she was on the thin edge of pleasure and torture with

Frederick. His face was red and there was a sheen of

sweat on his forehead, he was practically gasping for

breath. For long minutes she made him strain and fight

for release. Finally she felt his cock pulse on her

tongue and a few seconds later it happened again. He

was about to cum. Vicky locked her lips on his stiff

shaft as she felt his cockhead swell even larger.

Frederick surged his hips out his chair trying to

stuff his cock down Vicky's throat, he had to cum, and

he had to do it now. Vicky felt the first hot spurt of

cum in her mouth, and then she delivered her final

touch. She lightly grazed her teeth over and around

the swollen, straining cockhead.

Frederick gasped and wheezed, "Oh goaaaaahhhhh, " he

sounded breathlessly. He shot his load into Vicky's

mouth as the tips of her teeth extracted the maximum

of pleasure and pain from his blood engorged cock.

Finally he collapsed back in his chair, his cock pop-

ping from her mouth. When he'd finally caught his

breath, Frederick said weakly, "My God Vicky, I wish

you'd tell me when you're going to do something like

that, I need to warm up or stretch or do something."

Vicky stood, straightening her clothes, "That would

take half the fun out of it."

"For you maybe. I however, would appreciate some warn-

ing when you're going to use that felony fellatio

technique on me."

From outside the house, they heard a car approach,

stop, and then the clicks and thunks of two car doors

opening and closing. Frederick dragged himself out of

his chair and began to zip up his pants and tuck in

his shirt. "That'll be young Mason. I need to get

these contracts ready for him to take."

Vicky smiled at Frederick, "Now that I've had an

appetizer, " she daintily wiped the corners of her

mouth with a pinky finger, "I'll see how dinner is

progressing." She left the room.

**

Back in the family room Beth and Robert looked up to

see the outside door open. Robert was delighted to see

Erika Stevens, the babe of his masturbation fantasies

come in followed by her boyfriend, Mason Edwards.

Erika was Robert's age, and they were seniors at the

same high school. Mason, however, was two years older.

He was a genuine preppie. Tall, intelligent and

blessed with good looks, he was going to a small two-

year school in an effort to qualify for a prestigious

university and medical school. All paid for by a rich

daddy, a rich daddy who insisted that his son do some-

thing in the real world. And since Mason's father knew

Frederick, he figured that a short apprenticeship in

the medical research field would fill the bill. Part

of Mason's apprenticeship was to do odd jobs for

Frederick. Tonight he was here to act as a courier

before he took Erika on a date.

Mason gave Beth and Robert a half wave, "Hi guys, is

your dad in his office?"

"Hi Mason, " sang out Beth.

"Hey, " said Robert. "Yeah, I think he's in the office,

you might want to knock on the door though."

Mason turned to Erika and said, "I'll just be a

minute."

As Mason left the room, Erika sighed, folded her arms

under her ample breasts and looked around the room

with a dreadfully bored expression. "So, Robert, are

you still snapping your little pictures for the year-

book?"

"Not hardly." Robert may have become instantly erect

when Erika walked into the room, but he wasn't so

smitten by her sexuality that he couldn't talk. "The

yearbook had to go to the printers weeks ago, I've

moved on."

"Ah...big chess club tournament, or some such, no

doubt, " she said with sarcasm.

Their school had a chess team capable of winning the

state championship, but Robert wasn't going to point

that out and reinforce her nerdy image of him.

"Actually, I'm on the prom committee." He winced

inwardly, that was almost as nerdy, but it was the

truth. "Are you going?"

Erika ran her finger over the back of a chair as if

she were looking for dust. "I haven't decided yet."

Oh sure, thought Robert, the girls in her clique

wouldn't dare pass up the opportunity to spend a

fortune on evening wear and hair and makeup. Not to

mention the limousine rides and parties and showing

off their stud-muffin dates. He decided to tease her

a bit. "You mean good old Mason hasn't asked you yet?"

Erika looked at him as if he'd asked something ridi-

culous, "I'll be the one telling Mason if we're going

or not."

"Gee, I dunno Erika, Mason's a lot of rich, handsome

stud for just one girl, he may have a date with

someone else that night."

Erika laughed so hard and fast she snorted. She

smoothed her hands down her dress drawing it tight

against her fantastic figure, tossed her hair back

and said, "Why would he date anyone else?"

Robert and his painful erection would have to agree

with that. He had to admit that he'd gladly take Erika

anywhere she wanted on prom night, and spend any

amount of money on her, all in the hope that she'd

give him a peck on the cheek for a goodnight kiss.

Yeah, he sighed inwardly, like there was anyway that

could be arranged.

Just then gears meshed, bells rang, and the light

bulb of inspiration came on in his mind. "Would you

like to make a little bet on that?" he asked Erika.

She looked curious, "What kind of bet?"

"I think Mason might be seeing other girls. If I can

prove that he's had a date, with someone else besides

you, between now and prom night, then you have to go

to the prom with me. It has to be a real date. You

dance with me and everything. You don't just walk in

the door, and then abandon me."

Erika shrugged, "And if I win?"

"You name it."

Erika looked thoughtful for a second and then her eyes

lit on Beth. "OK, if I win then you have to go to the

prom with your sister." She taunted him with a smile,

"It has to be a real date, with dancing and everything.

You can't just show up and then abandon her."

Robert didn't hesitate, "It's a bet, " he said.

Mason reappeared in the family room's inner door with

a large manila envelope in his hand, "What's a bet?"

he asked.

Erika took his arm, "That you wouldn't leave me all

alone for another hour."

Mason frowned, "But I was only gone a few minutes, and

you were hardly alone."

"Oh dear, I guess it just seemed that long, considering

the insipid conversation in here."

Mason had the grace to blush over his girlfriend's

comments. As he took Beth's arm and hustled her to

the car, Mason called over his shoulder, "See you guys

later."

"Bye, Mason, " called out Beth.

As Mason's car pulled away, Beth looked at Robert.

"Well, stepbrother I'd say you've dug a hole for

yourself this time."

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"I mean, how are you going to catch Mason with another

girl? Your prom's in what, three weeks? Are you going

to stalk him with your trusty camera at your side in

hopes that he talks to someone else?"

Robert took a seat in one of the family room chairs.

"Actually, I was thinking of setting him up with

someone."

"Who do you know that Mason would go out with and risk

losing the beautiful Erika?"

Robert raised his hand and popped a finger at Beth,

"You."

"Me?" she spluttered. "The man barely knows I'm alive.

What makes me a candidate?"

Robert held up the finger with which he'd been pointing

at Beth. "One, your smarter than Erika and you have

about ten times her personality." He popped up another

finger, "Two, you're very pretty, whether you know it

or not. And three, " another finger arose, "you're

practically in love with him."

Beth stared at him, mouth agape. "OK, OK...that chair

you're in has more smarts and personality than Erika.

And I'm glad that you think I'm pretty, but she has a

body to die for, and I have this baby fat padded, pear

shaped blob. And...and what makes you think that I

even like Mason, much less that I'm in love with him."

Robert interlaced his fingers and put them in his lap.

"Oh please, when he's in the house, your eyes are like

two lasers tracking him around. And when you talk to

him there's so much lilt in your voice it's a wonder

that you don't burst into song."

Beth scrunched her nose at her stepbrother. "I may

lilt a little, but at least I'm not going to run

upstairs and lock myself in my room to relive Erika's

visit."

"Hey now, " said Robert, "let's not go there."

"Besides, " shrugged Beth, "there's no way I'm going

to ask him for a date, and there's no reason for

Mason to ask me out. Erika was right, when he's got

her gorgeous bod on his arm why would he fool with

any one else, especially me?"

"I, " said Robert, as he stood as if to make a formal

announcement, "have a plan." He walked over to his

sister, "The first thing we do is get rid of these."

He removed her glasses.

"Hey, I need those. It's only in the movies that the

girl takes off her glasses, lets down her hair,

becomes beautiful and still sees perfectly well. In

case you hadn't noticed, the actress is usually drop

dead gorgeous before they put the glasses on her and

put her hair in a bun."

Robert returned the glasses, "Yeah, I know, but you

have such a pretty face, it's a shame to hide it.

Besides, you know as well as I that the doctor said

you could wear contacts after your last examination.

So tomorrow we're off to the mall to get that done.

And, " he added after a few seconds thought, "there's

something I need right now."

"What's that?" she asked.

"One of your bras."

"Say what?"

Robert stared at his sister's chest with concern.

"You do wear one, don't you?"

**

A few days later Robert walked into Beth's bedroom

carrying a paper bag. "Hi Beth, are you ready for the

next part of the plan?"

She turned to look at her stepbrother. She'd taken to

wearing the contact lenses right away. And she had to

admit that she liked the way she looked without

glasses, but she was still leery of what Robert had

in mind. "Now what?"

"OK, when you said that there was no reason for Mason

to ask you out, you gave me an idea. We'll just have

to make him think that you two have some interests in

common. And to that end I did a little research. It

turns out that Mason is a nut about cars and Formula

One racing."

Beth frowned, "Formula racing?" She had a vision of

numbers, letters and Greek symbols chasing one another

down a track.

"Formula One, it's a car racing series. And here, " he

pulled a book out of the paper bag, "is everything you

need to know to impress our victim."

"So all I have to do is walk up to Mason and say, how

about that..., " she flipped open the book, picking a

name at random "...uh...Fangio. Great little car isn't

it?"

Robert sighed, "Fangio was a driver, not a car, and I

wish you'd listen to the rest of the plan before you

start making fun of it."

Beth gave him a mocking salute, "I'm sorry, oh great

leader, dazzle me with your wily ways."

Robert took a deep breath. "OK, Formula One races are

held all over the world, but mostly in Europe. And the

races always start on Sundays around noon local time,

which would make for a live broadcast here about..."

he gestured to Beth.

"Oh...uh...early morning?"

"Right, just in time for breakfast in the eastern US.

That's what Mason and a bunch of his friends do. They

gather at a little restaurant out on route eleven

where they eat breakfast and watch the race."

Beth filled in, "And Erika's never there because she

couldn't be bothered to get out of bed that early, but

I'll be there to show Mason that he and I have a

shared interest?"

"Right."

Beth looked at her brother, then at the book in her

hands, and then back to her stepbrother with a very

skeptical look on her face.

Robert held up his hand to forestall any remarks,

"There's more." He reached into the paper bag and

withdrew the bra that Beth had loaned him. "This is

our secret weapon." He tossed it to Beth.

The bra slipped through her hands and fell to the

floor with a thud. She picked it up and hefted the

undergarment in her hand. "It weighs a ton. Is this

is your secret weapon? A lead lined bra? I think you

have the wrong concept of firm titties."

"It's not lead, those are carefully placed magnets

in the cups."

"Magnets? Is this some quack gimmick to make my

breasts grow? Couldn't you just buy some of that

breast enhancement cream they advertise on the

Internet? I'm sure it would be much more comfortable.

And probably just as ineffective"

Robert pulled a small bottle from his bag and said,

"You'll be eating those smart remarks in about a week.

This is the latest thing from Dad's lab."

"Oh?" her father's inspirations were not fraudulent

scams.

Robert continued, "He's been working on the effect

of magnetic fields on tissue bonding and regeneration.

Now, you take a teaspoon of this stuff every day for

a week, " he handed Beth the bottle, "and be sure you

wear that bra. You're going to be amazed at the change

in your figure."

"And I suppose the extra weight in my tummy and thighs

ends up in my breasts?"

"You've reduced a very complicated bio-chemical

process to its most simple terms, but yes, that's

about it."

Beth shook her head. "I don't care how hard it is to

do, it sounds cosmetic and pretty frivolous for

something Dad worked out."

"Yeah but this cosmetic stuff is worth a fortune. With

the tons of money they'll make off this technique,

Dad's lab will be able to push the technology on to

the regeneration of nerve and brain cells."

Beth nodded her head, "Nothing frivolous about that."

She held the bottle up to examine the contents. "Are

you sure this is safe? Has it been tested and every-

thing?"

Robert laughed, "Oh yeah, you ought to go by Dad's lab

and look at the female technicians. I bet there's

nothing smaller than a D-cup in the whole place."

Beth looked askance at the bottle and then the bra

and then her brother, but then she stood up and made

a shooing motion with her hands. "OK, get out so I

can take my medicine, put on my Xena breastplate here

and then study up on this racing stuff."

**

A week passed. It was the Friday morning before the

Sunday of Mason's seduction, as Beth had begun to

think of it. There was no school and Robert had left

the house saying something about making another move

in their little game. Beth sighed, Robert was smart

but he hadn't thought of everything. Namely, that Beth

didn't have a thing to wear to a seduction. But she

knew where to go for help.

She found Vicky eating breakfast at the counter in

the kitchen as she read the morning paper. "Uh Vicky,

can I ask you something?"

Vicky put down her paper. "Sure honey, what's up?"

"You always dress so well that I thought you might

help me find something...uh...nice for an older guy?"

"Older? How much older?" Vicky asked with concern.

"Uh...you know...Mason, Daddy's assistant."

"Oh, " Vicky was relieved. She definitely put Mason in

the boy category.

"Well honey, you have lots of outfits and dresses, I'm

sure that..."

Beth interrupted, "But they don't fit anymore and

besides, they aren't...uh...sexy enough."

Vicky looked at Beth. She was wearing her usual casual

clothes: baggy jeans that dragged the floor and a tee

shirt that was covered by a loose fitting flannel

shirt. Vicky walked over to Beth, "Your clothes don't

fit? Have you been gaining weight?" She opened Beth's

shirt to get a better look at the girl's figure.

Vicky's eyes shot open wide, "Holy cow Beth, look at

you girl."

Beth's jeans were cinched in by a belt or else they

would have fallen off her narrow waist. The tail of

her tee shirt had to be gathered and folded to get

it into her jeans. But then that tee shirt had to do

a stretch to fit over a pair of ripe, full breasts.

Vicky looked incredulous, "When did this happen?"

Beth blushed, "I guess I sort of blossomed overnight."

She didn't want to mention the treatment that Robert

had brought to her.

"Yeah, I guess so, " said Vicky. She reached up and

squeezed one of Beth's ample breasts. "Is that all

you?" She kneaded Beth's breast unconsciously for a

few seconds and then jerked her hand back from the

firm feeling. "Sorry, it certainly is all you."

"Yeah...yeah...it's a little overwhelming, " Beth

stammered. "Could you help me out?"

Vicky picked at Beth's clothes and ran her fingers

through Beth's hair. "You know honey, " said Vicky,

"I'm thinking complete makeover."

"Really? I thought maybe just a couple of things..."

"Now you leave it to me." Vicky walked to the kitchen

phone that hung on the wall. "I'm going to make a few

calls and then we're off to town."

**

Several hours later Beth dropped two heavy shopping

bags onto the floor of a hair styling salon. She was

exhausted. She'd never tried on so many clothes at

one time in her life. Vicky was some sort of shopping

machine, and she'd had them both running at full speed

all morning.

Vicky gestured to a middle aged balding man who was

walking toward them. "Beth, this is Johnny, my

stylist. He's going to do your hair."

Johnny smiled and softly shook Beth's hand. "Hello

dear, " he said in a surprisingly deep voice.

"Now keep it simple Johnny, she has to be able to

wash, blow dry and run in the morning."

Johnny shrugged, "Everyone has to do that these days,

Vicky. Run along and do some more shopping darling,

I'll take care of her."

Vicky looked at Beth, "OK honey, I'll meet you in that

little coffee spot across the street in two hours."

Beth nodded. Vicky went her way and Beth let Johnny

lead her to a chair.

An hour later Beth studied her image in a hand held

mirror. Johnny, or one of his helpers, had cut, washed,

rinsed, conditioned and styled her hair, and she loved

it. Her old hair had been pretty much all one length,

with a simple center part, falling on either side of

her face. Now she had light bangs and her hair was

feather cut in stages on the sides until it reached

the longest length on her neck. A rinse had added

highlights to her brunette color and a conditioner

made it full-bodied. Beth shook her head back and

forth and she was delighted to see her hair seem to

flow from one side to the other.

Beth smiled, "I love it Johnny, thank you so much."

She stood, intending to gather her stuff to leave.

Johnny took her arm, "You're welcome dear, but we

aren't through yet."

"Oh?"

He led her to a small desk where an elderly lady sat.

"Beth, this is Eva, she's going to do your makeup."

Beth tried not to show her surprise. Eva, she thought,

ought to fix her own makeup first, she looked way over

done. Beth sat down nervously, she didn't want this

woman to pull out a trowel and start applying founda-

tion.

Eva studied Beth's face and said, "I like to do young

ladies with smooth skin like yours. There's so little

to be done." Beth's fears were calmed a bit by that

statement. Eva took a few minutes to pick shades and

colors and then pull out various jars and bottles.

Then she took Beth through a series of steps, carefully

explaining what she was doing and why. A few minutes

later Beth was looking at her new face in the mirror.

She looked perfectly natural. Her eyes were lightly

accented and the lip blush that Eva had applied looked

much more natural than the shade she normally used.

"Do you like that, dear?" asked Eva.

"Oh yes, thank you very much."

"Would you like to see something for the evening?"

"Uh...I guess so, " said Beth. Her attempts at looking

sophisticated were usually failures. The only times

that she really wanted to dress up was to go somewhere

with her father, and he was always so, 'Oh honey, a

young girl like you doesn't need makeup'.

Eva went to work once more. She had Beth brush here

and dab there. At first Beth thought it was too much,

that she'd have that clown look like some of the girls

at school thought was so bold and sassy. But then Eva

showed her how to blend in and smooth over and suddenly

Beth couldn't believe she was looking at herself. It

was as if the woman in the mirror was the older, more

beautiful sister to the girl she had been just a couple

of hours ago.

She had been a pie-faced girl with lank hair and

glasses a couple of weeks ago. And then, between

Robert's weight shift technique and the ministrations

of these professionals, she had turned into someone

almost unrecognizable to herself. She had cheekbones

and gorgeous eyes and a mouth that was sensuously

dark red.

"Oh Miss Eva, it looks great, how can I thank you."

Eva smiled, "Don't worry dear, we have your credit

card number, that's thanks enough. Now you take these

cosmetics home and practice. Remember, natural beauty

takes a lot of hard work."

Beth thanked her again and went to retrieve her

shopping bags. As she picked up the bags an idea hit

her, there was no point in letting her new hair and

face go to waste. She retraced her steps until she

found Eva. "Miss Eva, do you have a room where I can

change?"

**

Vicky took a seat at a table in the coffee shop where

she planned to meet Beth. She sipped at her coffee

and looked at her watch. Beth should be here, she

thought as she idly watched a woman entering the shop.

It looked as if the woman was wearing an outfit like

the one that Beth had shown Vicky earlier in the day.

Well it certainly looked great on this woman, thought

Vicky. She had on a navy skirt that was hemmed daringly

half way up the thigh, and a long sleeve, gathered at

the cuff gray silk blouse that was open low enough to

allow a matching lace bra to play peek-a-boo. Very

sexy, thought Vicky, and very... Oh My God...the young

woman in the sexy outfit was Beth!

Vicky jumped up. "Oh honey, you look fabulous."

Beth giggled and did a little modeling turn. "Do you

really think so?" She gestured at her clothes, "You

don't think I look like a little girl playing dress

up?"

Vicky gave her an admiring look from top to bottom.

"No little girl showing in that skirt." She looked

thoughtful for a second. "There's no need to hurry

home and waste this look on your father and brother."

She grabbed Beth's hand and pulled her out the door

of the coffee shop. "Let's go show you off somewhere."

A few minutes later, after stashing their packages in

the car, Vicky and Beth were entering Dave's Bar and

Grill. The name belied a very upscale bar and dining

establishment. Happy hour had begun and the downstairs

bar was filling with men and women of the local

business district. Vicky and Beth were lucky enough to

claim two recently vacated stools at the bar.

One of three bartenders approached them. "Hello ladies,

what can I get you?"

Vicky spoke up, "I'll have a vodka rocks and my friend

will have iced tea, real iced tea."

The bartender nodded and left them.

"Oh, can't I have a drink?" kidded Beth.

"No, you just sip your tea and no one will know. You'll

look very sophisticated."

The bartender brought their glasses. Beth picked hers

up and took a drink. "Sip or gulp, I don't think anyone

is paying attention."

Vicky turned on her stool until she was facing Beth.

"Here, I'll show you something. Now turn and face me."

Beth did as she was told. "Now cross your legs." Beth

did so. "Sit up straight honey, so you can show those

assets."

Beth blushed, but she sat up and threw back her

shoulders.

"That's it honey, my God, are those things still

growing?"

Beth giggled.

"That's it honey, keep your eyes on me and laugh

and smile like I'm telling you something really

fascinating."

Again, Beth did as she was bid.

"OK, " said Vicky. "When I tell you, glance around the

room real quick." Vicky waited a few more seconds and

then said, "Now look."

Beth took her eyes off Vicky and swept them around

the room. When her eyes returned to Vicky she was

amazed. "Vicky, I think half the guys in here are

looking at us."

"Not us honey, I'm sure it's pretty much just you."

Suddenly a woman appeared out of the crowd waving her

arms. "Vicky! How are you doing?"

Vicky put her drink back on the bar, jumped off her

stool, and threw her arms around the woman. "Susan,

dear, it's been forever." The two women hugged.

Vicky gestured to Beth, "Susan, this is Beth. Beth,

this is Susan, we used to work together way back

when."

Beth shook hands with Susan and then turned back to

the bar when Susan and Vicky became engrossed in a

conversation that she could barely hear in the noisy

bar, much less take part in.

A bartender, not the same one who had served them

before, stopped in front of Beth. She said, "Two

gentleman at the end of the bar bought these for

you." When Beth hesitated, the bartender said,

"Look honey, it's two free drinks at the worst."

Beth gave her a little what-the-heck shrug and the

bartender swept away their old drinks and set down

the fresh ones she was carrying. Beth peered down

the bar where two young men were raising their glasses

to her. Beth raised her own glass and nodded her

thanks. She took a sip and almost choked, there was

no tea in her tea. Whatever was in the glass may

have looked like ice tea, but it certainly wasn't.

She'd had liquor before. It was standard fare at

sleepovers with her girlfriends. She kind of liked

the warm fuzzy feeling that alcohol gave her, but she

could do without making sacrifices to the porcelain

goddess and the hangovers.

Before she could put her glass back on the bar Beth

felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, and one of

the men who had bought the drinks was standing there.

"Hi, " he said, giving her a warm smile, "my name is

Charles."

Beth introduced herself. She'd always thought meeting

guys in a bar was a seedy, cliched thing to do, but

now that it was happening to her, she wasn't so sure.

She had to admit that Charles was gook looking. He

was about six feet tall with fine brown hair and brown

eyes. He looked fresh and alert in his suit, in

contrast to most of the guys in the bar who had

loosened their ties or removed their coats.

"Thank you for the drinks, " Beth said.

"What?" Charles cupped a hand to his ear.

"Thanks for the drinks, " Beth spoke as loudly as she

could without yelling.

Charles nodded, "You're welcome." He stepped closer

to Beth so that her knee was touching his hip.

"Listen, would you like to go upstairs? It's much

quieter, we could talk a while."

Beth tapped Vicky on the shoulder. As she turned Beth

said, "Charles and I are going upstairs, Susan can have

my seat." Beth knew she'd just implied that she knew

Charles, when he was actually a stranger. But what

could happen in the middle of a restaurant?

Vicky looked Charles over and then said, "OK honey,

I'll come get you when it's time to leave."

Charles took her drink and led Beth through the crowd

to the stairs that climbed to the dining area.

The dining room at Dave's was a labyrinth of hallways

lined with booths. The booths were comfortably padded

with high wingbacks and dimly lit for the diner's

privacy. An onlooker had to practically stop and peer

into the booth in order to see the people sitting

within.

Beth and Charles followed the hostess until she

ushered them into a vacant booth. Beth slid in and

Charles slid in next to her. They were so close that

their thighs were touching. A server appeared almost

immediately and Charles ordered another drink.

"So, " Charles said, "what agency do you model for?"

Beth laughed, "Do you use that pickup line very often?"

"Only when I think it applies. You could be a model."

"Uh huh, " agreed Beth skeptically. "I'm afraid I'm

just a school girl."

"Oh? Do you go to State?" He was referring to the

local campus of the state university.

Beth picked up her drink and said, "Mmmm..." as

noncommittally as possible. She was surprised to see

that most of the drink was gone. She'd been sipping

at it nervously.

They talked about Beth until Charles' drink arrived.

She took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Alright, tell me about yourself."

"OK, I was born in North Carolina; I went to school

at Chapel Hill where I was a finance and economics

major. I was recruited by a commodities firm here in

the city and here I am, single and unattached."

Beth said, "I think you may have glossed over a detail

or two but that's a start." She took another sip of

her drink. "I've always wondered about that commodities

stuff, how does that work?"

Charles frowned, "Are you sure that you want to hear

about commodity trading? It's pretty boring unless

you're into it."

"Sure, " anything, Beth thought, to keep from revealing

her age or having to talk about her boring life.

Charles turned a bit and put his arm along the top of

the seat cushion behind Beth's head. "OK, let's see,

you have to understand contracts first..."

Beth leaned her head back against Charles' arm and

gazed into his eyes. She didn't know if it was the

alcohol or the cozy setting, but outside of her own

home, she'd never felt so warm and fuzzy and safe.

She wasn't exactly following Charles' mini-lecture

but she loved the soft southern drawl of his low

voice.

She followed his free hand as it turned and gestured

as if he were orchestrating his own voice. His hand

dipped low and a finger tapped her knee as he made a

point and then it tapped again and then his fingertips

rested on her knee and began caress her leg.

She looked up as if to ask what he thought he was

doing with her knee, when Charles leaned forward and

brushed his lips across hers. It seemed as if it was

the most natural thing in the world to do, and Beth

thought it was the most erotic thing that had ever

happened to her. She'd kissed boys before and those

kisses were wet and sloppy in comparison to Charles'

electric touch. His fingers felt as if they were

burning her skin as they made little circles up the

inside of her thigh.

Beth had never been so excited in her life. She slid

down in the seat a bit and tilted her head, encouraging

his hand and inviting another kiss. Charles responded

with a soft kiss on her upper lip and then her lower

one. Then he kissed her firmly, parting his lips and

slipping his tongue into her mouth, while almost as

smoothly, he pushed aside the crotch of her panties

and eased a finger into her already wet pussy.

Oh God, this is so thrilling and sexy, thought Beth.

A couple of feet away people were having dinner and

she knew that someone was likely to pass by their

booth at any time. And here she was, a man's tongue

filling her mouth and his finger reaming her pussy

and brushing her clit with each movement of his hand.

It was too much. Suddenly her orgasm was there, with

practically no warning. Her pussy clutched and milked

at his finger as her back arched and she held onto

Charles' arms as if she were about to fall. Her orgasm

wasn't of the mind blinding, leg quivering variety,

but it was warm and fulfilling.

Beth's orgasm washed away just as quickly as it had

arrived. Charles pulled back and gave her room to sit

up and straighten her clothing. He smiled at Beth, not

the smile of someone who's had his way or made a sexual

conquest, but the smile of someone who has shared a

pleasure.

"Well there you are." Vicky suddenly appeared next to

the booth. "I thought I'd never find you." She gave

Beth and Charles the once over. Something was going

on here and she was pretty sure that she wouldn't like

it. "Let's go honey, time to get home."

Charles levered himself out of the booth and helped

Beth up. Holding on to Beth's hand he asked, "Can I

have your number?"

Vicky snatched Beth's hand from Charles, "Don't worry

honey, we know where to find you."

Beth barely had time to wave bye to Charles over her

shoulder before Vicky dragged her around the corner

and out of sight. All the way home Beth had to listen

to a lecture from Vicky on men and bars and men in

bars.

**

Rick Rogers had two passions in life, cars and babes.

Those passions, and the fact that his father owned the

business, was why he worked for a dealership that

specialized in sporty foreign cars and it was also the

reason that he was sneaking into the boss's office.

It was Saturday and Rick knew that the boss, his

father, wouldn't be in today. He made sure that the

office door was locked and he didn't bother to turn

on any lights in the windowless room. Rick put his

eye to the crack between the door and its frame. And

there, across the showroom was Crystal, the perfect

woman to get him through a slow morning.

Crystal was the receptionist for the dealership. She

was a tall blonde with a dazzling smile and legs that

went all the way up. Her honey sweet voice was a

sultry treat to the ear even if she was only announcing

a phone call or the arrival of an appointment.

She was on the phone now. Crystal's long legs were

crossed underneath her glass top desk and Rick had a

perfect view as she unconsciously re-crossed her

shapely legs and dangled a small sling back shoe from

her toes.

"Oh yeah, baby, " Rick said to himself as he fished his

cock from his suit pants. He rubbed himself hard and

wondered if his father ever did this.

No, Rick decided, his father would never resort to

masturbating while peeking at his receptionist. It was

much more likely that he would call Crystal into his

office and bend her over the office desk and then slip

his salami into her pussy.

Rick sighed; it seemed that nature should insure that

fathers and sons have cocks of roughly the same size.

He could remember taking a shower with his father. He

must have been four years old and it suddenly dawned

on him that the piece of meat between his father's

legs served the same purpose as the little nubbin that

was between his. In his mind's eye his father's cock

was as large as his own arm at four years of age.

As Rick aged and grew in his sexual awareness, he

began to dream of having a penis like his father's.

As a teenager he waited and prayed for his tiny penis

to sprout like a cucumber on a vine, but it never

happened. He was cursed with a cock that he could

hide entirely in his hand, even when it was hard like

it was now.

But that didn't matter right now. Rick's fingers

formed up in a circle around the head of his cock

and he began to jerk off. He might not have the nerve

to ask Crystal for a date, but that wouldn't stop him

from a little sexual fantasy. He could imagine his

hands sliding along those shapely calves, kissing the

crooks of her knees and then...

Damn, someone was standing in front of Crystal's desk,

blocking his view. Of course that view wasn't bad.

There was a pair of white tennis shoes and short white

socks. Looking on up there was a nice pair of legs,

not as good as Crystal's of course, but then few were.

On up to a pair of short shorts hugging feminine hips

and leading to a slim waist where a tee shirt was

tucked in. The girl turned away from Crystal's desk

and for a second Rick saw her in profile, and he came

near to shooting his load all over the door.

My God thought Rick, what a pair of tits. As she

turned to face the office where Rick was hidden he

moaned softly. The outer curves of her breasts were

beyond the line of her chest. Hell, they almost

covered her upper arms. Rick pumped his fist faster;

he just had to cum now.

Suddenly Rick realized who was behind the girl. It

was his buddy Robert, the guy with whom he had an

appointment. Crystal must have directed them in his

direction. Rick stuffed his rapidly softening cock

back in his pants and zipped up his zipper. He clicked

on the room lights and checked his zipper. He ran his

fingers through his hair and checked his zipper. And

then after making sure his tie was straight he checked

his zipper and opened the door.

"Hey Robert, how's it going?" said Rick as he shook

his friend's hand and struggled not to stare at the

babe by his side.

"Hi Rick, " replied Robert, "you remember my sister,

Beth."

Rick finally got around to looking at the girl's face.

Holy cow, he thought, it really is Beth. He had known

that Beth was coming with Robert but he thought that

she was still in the car or something.

"Beth!" He took her hand. "Wow, I haven't seen you in

a while. I almost didn't know you."

Beth smiled and shook hands, she was beginning to

enjoy all these shocked looks when she was revealed.

"Hi Rick, I hope you can tell me what we're doing.

Robert's being very mysterious."

Rick gave a Robert a conspiratorial wink. "I wasn't

sure we could do this, but..." he pulled a set of car

keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of

Robert and Beth, "it's all set now."

As the three walked out of the showroom and into the

morning sunlight Beth demanded, "What's all set?"

Rick began to explain, "Your brother told me about his

bet with Erika and how you were going to trick Mason

into a date and the Formula One breakfast and every-

thing. And so I said that if you could drive up in a

hot car, then good old Mason would be really hooked.

Although, " he gave Beth and appreciative look, "I

don't know how he could resist you, car or no car.

But, " they stopped next to a small, low to the ground,

metallic silver car, "this is Mason's dream car and

it's available, so you might as well use it."

"Awww...it's so cute, " purred Beth.

The two males rolled their eyes at each other. "It's

not cute, said Robert. "It's a Porsche 911. It has

almost three hundred horse power and handles like you

wouldn't believe. And, " he continued, "we get to use

it for the weekend."

Beth's face lit up, "Way cool, can I drive it home?"

Rick felt his hard-on return with a vengeance. The

thought of this hot babe in that hot car was a real

turn on. He couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Hey listen, " Rick said. "Why don't I show Beth how

to really handle this thing in order to impress Mason.

We'll drive around for a bit and then she can take it

home."

Robert looked at his sister, "That's fine with me.

Rick's a heck of a driver, Beth. Is that OK with you?"

Beth shrugged, "Sounds good to me. I'll see you at

home."

Robert left and Rick quickly unlocked the Porsche's

door. Beth hopped in and Rick carefully adjusted her

seat so that she could reach all the controls properly.

Then he took off his suit coat and seated himself in

the passenger's seat with his coat folded in his lap.

Rick adjusted his seat to the limit of its rearward

travel and leaned the seatback to the rear until he

could keep an eye on Beth without being seen to do

so. Not only was he going to teach her a few things

about driving, he was going to entertain himself.

As Beth drove off the sales lot and into traffic Rick

slid his right hand under his coat and adjusted his

hard-on to a comfortable position. He strummed his

fingers over the head of his cock through his pants.

Yeah, he thought, that felt good. With his left arm

and his coat hiding the movement he could get his

rocks off without the sexy Beth noticing.

He'd done this before, usually while he sat in the

back of a sedan as the beautiful, young trophy wife

of some rich executive took a test drive. Rick would

hunch forward behind the husband. And then, as he

pointed out the car's features, he would gaze down

the wife's blouse and smell her perfume and whip his

hand over his hard-on.

They left the city and Rick directed Beth onto a

rolling back road that he often took to show off cars

to prospective buyers. He instructed her on how to

hold the wheel, how to brake and hit the apex of a

curve and then to accelerate out of the curve.

Beth was tentative at first but then she grew bolder

as Rick urged her on and she realized that the Porsche

would go where she pointed it. And Rick loved it. His

gazed traveled from her pretty face, that was in rapt

attention to the road, past her breasts that swayed

and dipped with the car's movements and on to the

muscles in her tanned legs as they worked the pedals.

Rick became more and more excited. Beth rounded a

curve and hit the throttle. He could feel the cum

building in his cock. Oh God, he thought, she must

have us up to eighty on this little two-lane road.

He cleared his throat and fought to keep his voice

steady. "OK Beth, there's a second gear, right-hand

corner at the end of this straight. Let's see you

really nail it."

Beth nodded. She waited until the last second and hit

the brake to slow the car for the tight turn. As she

smoothly put the car into second gear Rick's hand was

flying back and forth over his cock. This girl was so

sexy...he was about to cum...he just had to cum right

now...he...he heard Beth gasp.

It was funny how absolute, crap in your pants fear

could seem to slow down time. As they rounded the

curve Rick had time to wonder who put the wall in the

middle of the road. Then the wall resolved itself

into a stack of hay bales moving at a crawl on the

back of a low trailer that was being pulled by a

tractor.

Rick waited for Beth to panic and stab at the brake.

The anti-lock system wouldn't let them slide, but they

would still pile into the hay bales. Rick could just

imagine the Porsche looking like an accordion shaped

car from a cartoon as it was pulled out from under a

mountain of hay. If he didn't die in the wreck then

his father would probably choke him to death with his

bare hands.

But then the wall of hay swerved to the side as Beth

flicked the steering wheel to the left and put the gas

to the floor. Rick was beginning to believe that he

would live to see another day, but then he saw the

mini-van. It was big and it was red and it was coming

at them at a terrific closing rate in the same lane.

Again time slowed for Rick. He felt the Porsche's

engine trying to push them out of harm's way. He saw

the hay bales moving past his side window. Good Lord,

could this trailer be any longer? He could see the

driver in the mini-van. It would help if this guy hit

his brakes and gave them room to get back in their

lane. But noooo...this guy was half turned in his seat

looking at something behind him. And not only that, he

had a cell phone clamped to his ear and he was steering

with one finger while he held onto a soda can.

If I get killed today, thought Rick, I'm going to haunt

this stupid son of a bitch and stuff that mini-van up

his fat ass one piece at a time, even if it takes all

of eternity.

Now, as the big rear wheels of the tractor passed his

side window, Rick had the satisfaction of seeing a look

of absolute terror on the face of the mini-van's

driver's face as he turned just in time to see the nose

of the Porsche disappear underneath the edge of his

windshield.

Beth yanked the wheel to the right. Rick could have

sworn that they were going be the meat in a tractor

and mini-van sandwich, but somehow the Porsche managed

to yaw its way between the two vehicles.

Rick suddenly became aware of an awful pain in his

crotch. He'd been holding his dick for dear life during

the few seconds of their nightmare. He turned loose of

himself and wondered if he'd had that orgasm that had

seemed so important a few seconds ago. He honestly

couldn't remember. He'd have to check his shorts for

cum and other body fluids when he got home.

**

Beth moaned and rolled over. She hit the button on her

clock radio to stop its insistent ringing. It was six-

thirty on Sunday morning. "Uhhh..." she groaned into

her pillow, "I hope Robert appreciates this." It was

time for her to make herself alluring to Mason at the

Formula One race breakfast.

Beth padded into her bathroom and looked at her image

in the mirror. Her hair was sticking out at odd angles

and her eyes were red and puffy. "Nobody can look good

at this time of the morning, " she mumbled to herself

as she turned on the shower and reached for her tooth-

brush.

An hour later Beth looked in the mirror once again.

"That's better, " she said to herself. She had showered,

powdered and perfumed and then she had put on her

preppy clothing for Mason. She was wearing khaki shorts

that fit her ass great but were of modest length. Her

top was a navy blue knit polo, no cleavage, but the

stretch material showed off her new breasts nicely. Her

only jewelry was a thin gold chain necklace and a gold

watch to match. She slipped her feet into a pair of

deck shoes that would probably never get anywhere near

a boat, grabbed a matching purse and she was ready to

go.

Robert was waiting for her in the family room. He

looked up when she entered and gave her an appreciative

whistle, "Hey, you look great. Maybe I ought to forget

about Erika and take you to the prom instead."

Beth shook her head, "No way bro', not after all this

trouble. Let's go, I'm getting hungry."

Twenty minutes later they drove the Porsche into the

parking lot of the restaurant. There were a couple of

other Porsches there as well as a whole row of Miatas

and some other sports cars.

"Park over there." Robert pointed to a squared off

sedan in a sickly shade of green. "That's Mason's car."

"It's a Volvo." Beth couldn't believe it. "An heir to

a fortune who loves Porsches and racing, drives a

Volvo?"

Robert shrugged, "When your parents are paying a chunk

of that fortune to put you through a big time medical

school, then you drive what they give you."

They entered the restaurant and made their way to a

partitioned area where there was a buffet and two

large-screen TV's. A dozen tables were arranged in

front of the TV's. Robert looked around until he spied

Rick Rogers and Mason with a couple of chairs propped

against their table, saving places.

Rick saw Robert and Beth approaching. He nudged Mason

and said, "My mystery guests are here."

Mason turned and frowned a bit. "Hi Robert, " he said,

and then he looked closely at Beth. "Is this Beth? I

haven't seen you in ages. You look so different." He

snapped his fingers. "You're not wearing glasses."

Beth forced a smile. She wanted to sigh and say, "You

saw me just last week, but you overlooked me as usual."

But she just smiled on and said, "That's right Mason,

I got contacts."

"And you like Formula One racing? I never would have

guessed, " said Mason as he pulled out a chair for Beth

next to his and they all sat down.

Robert sat on the other side of Beth, "Yeah we usually

tape the races at the house, but then Rick told me

about these breakfasts and we thought we'd give it a

try."

"So, " Mason looked at Beth, "who do you think will win

today?"

Beth stifled a nervous yawn and said, "Oh Mika

Hakkinen, probably."

Mason nodded, "Why do you pick him?" he asked

seriously.

"Because he's the cutest, " replied Beth, as if that

explained everything.

"Oh of course, the cuteness factor. We can't forget to

bring that into play, " said Mason in a mocking tone.

Beth felt Robert's knee bump into hers underneath the

table. "Well, " she continued. "if you have to have

conventional reasons then consider that he has the

pole position, and his McLaren is the fastest car,

providing it holds together."

Mason nodded, "I guess you really do watch the races."

Beth smiled and nodded in agreement and then turned

her head to look at the one of the TV screens. This

may be my first one, she thought, but I am watching

it.

A few minutes later the race started. With Hakkinen's

car on the first row, twenty-six cars screamed towards

the first turn from a standing start. But the first

car through the turn wasn't the Mclaren, it was a red

Ferrari driven by a man named Schumacher.

Beth heard a babble of anticipation from the viewers

in the room but it died away after the race had gone

a few laps and a number of people headed for the

breakfast buffet. "Let's get something to eat, " said

Mason, holding her chair once again.

Beth ate and watched the race while the guys talked

about cars and girls and school and cars and

occasionally the race, and then back to girls once

again. It was no wonder that they didn't pay much

attention to the race, thought Beth. Schumacher made

lap after lap with Hakkinen never more than a second

behind. The announcers made a big deal about how, even

though he had the faster car, Hakkinen couldn't pass

because there was only one racing line, and unless

Schumacher made a mistake then Hakkinen's chance to

gain the lead would have to happen at the pit stops.

And then, about one-third of the way into the race,

Hakkinen pulled his McLaren into the pits.

Mason turned to Beth and asked, "What do you think

Schumacher should do? Do you think he's on a one stop

strategy?"

Beth took a deep breath, "I think he should stop on

the next lap, even if he was on a one stop strategy,

and then he can hope that he can get back on the track

in front of Hakkinen. Otherwise Hakkinen will have a

clear track ahead and he'll make up so much time that

he'll pass Schumacher easily at his pit stop."

Mason looked a bit surprised that she could make such

an acute assessment, "Uh...yeah, I think so too."

Robert whispered to his sister, "How did you know all

that?"

Beth whispered back out of the corner of her mouth

like a con planning a jailbreak, "The announcer just

said it, you guys should be paying attention."

In the end, Schumacher pitted much later than the next

lap and that was that. Hakkinen passed him easily and

went on to win the race.

Robert and Beth walked out of the restaurant with Rick

and Mason. "And at what point does he ask me out?"

Beth whispered to her brother.

"Don't worry, " Robert whispered back.

When it became apparent that Beth and Robert were about

to get into a Porsche Mason ran over and gushed about

the car. "Wow, where did you guys get this Porsche?"

"Oh we managed to talk Rick's dad into loaning it to

us for the weekend, " Robert said.

Mason walked around the car admiring it. "Any chance

you guys could let me drive it or at least have a

ride?"

Beth started to say something but Robert jumped in,

"We have to get home right now, but maybe Beth will

give you a ride later. It's her turn to drive the car

this afternoon."

Mason looked at Beth as if the idea of her driving the

car was strange. But then he seemed to warm to the

idea. "Well, if you don't mind Beth, I'd love to take

a ride with you."

Robert snapped his fingers. "Hey this is great. Beth,

I forgot to tell you, I can't have dinner tonight with

you at Lookout Inn like we'd planned, but maybe you and

Mason can go."

"Oh you can't? How simply awful Robert." Beth put as

much sarcasm in her voice as she could manage. As

usual, her brother hadn't told her about any of this.

"Yeah, it'll be great, " Robert continued. "You can

take the old Lookout road up the mountain. How about

it Beth?"

"Oh it's fine with me, that is if Mason would like to

go."

Mason said, "Sure, it's a date. What time do we go?"

All the way home Robert kept pumping his fist in the

air and shouting, "It's a date! It's a date!

**

Late that same day Robert was sitting in his own car

in the parking lot of the Lookout Inn. He checked the

palm-sized video camera and recorder once again.

Satisfied that there were both tape and batteries in

the camera, he peered down the road that led to the

inn. Beth and Mason ought to be here any minute.

The inn had begun life as a hunting lodge for an

eighteenth-century railroad baron. Now it was the only

commercial enterprise on a scenic highway that ran

along a series of mountain ridges. Beth and Mason were

driving up the original access road to the inn. The

road had been scratched out of the mountainside by man

and mule power more than a hundred years ago. As a

result, the now paved road curved around every nip and

tuck in the mountain as it skirted upward.

Finally, Robert saw the Porsche driving slowly into the

parking lot. As they had arranged, Beth made sure that

she parked far enough from Robert's car so that Mason

wouldn't notice him. Robert started his camera and

focused it on the Porsche. Beth emerged from the

driver's side and walked around to Mason's door and

opened it. Robert was surprised to see that Beth had

to actually help the much taller, heavier and stronger

Mason out of the car.

Robert framed the couple as they walked arm in arm into

the dining room of the inn. Beth looked great in a

light, sleeveless summer dress that fell to just above

her knees. Mason, on the other hand, looked a bit

wobbly.

Robert waited a few minutes and followed them into the

inn. He walked through a small waiting room and then

he stopped in a hallway where he could video the

couple.

He had taken about thirty seconds of video when a

shadow loomed up in front of the lenses. Robert lowered

the camera to reveal a man in a plaid shirt with a name

tag that proclaimed him as 'Bob' the dining room's

host.

"May I help you?" the host asked.

"Hi...uh...Bob, " said Robert. "I...uh...was just taping

my little sister over there. It's her first car date

and our parents wanted some pictures, you know."

"I see, " said the host, not even bothering to look at

Beth. "Well I hope you have enough, because cameras

might make some of our guests nervous. Not all of the

couples in here are husband and wife, if you get my

meaning."

"Oh yeah, sure, " replied Robert. "I'm through." He made

a show of turning off the camera and folding away the

little eyepiece.

"Thank you, " said the host dryly as he turned and

walked away.

Beth immediately replaced the host's spot in front of

Robert. She grabbed him and pulled him back into the

hallway. She put her hands on her hips and said with

exasperation, "Well this had been a big bust."

Robert pretended to look down the front of Beth's

dress, "Yes, it certainly is, " he said with a grin.

Beth slapped him on the arm, "Not that. This date with

Mason is a bust."

"How's that?" asked Robert.

"Mr. 'I love sports cars' tossed his cookies on the way

up here."

"He what?"

"Yeah, " said Beth. "I whipped it around a few curves

coming up the mountain - I wasn't really going all

that fast - and Mason is all of a sudden yelling at me

to stop the car. He barely got the door open when he

barfed all over."

Robert put his hand to his mouth trying to hide his

laughter, but a couple of chuckles leaked out.

"Oh sure, laugh it up. I thought you were setting me

up for a nice time and now it looks like we're going

to have tepid water, breadsticks and slow drive home."

Robert held up his hand. "Hey now, how could I know

that on your dream date, your prince would turn into

a frog."

Beth snickered a little. "He is kind of green, isn't

he?"

The brother and sister both laughed at that.

Beth made little shooing motions with her hands. "Go

on home brother, I'm sure I can nurse Mason along and

get him home."

Robert couldn't resist the joke. "You could nurse two

or three Masons with those, " he said, leering at her

breasts once more. Then he had to duck away as Beth

threw a real punch at his shoulder.

"I bet you won't make jokes about Erika's breasts, that

is if she'll keep to her bet and go out with you, " said

Beth.

Robert waved the camera in the air as he walked away

from his sister. "Oh I have plenty of evidence here.

What else can she do?"

Beth went back to her table where Mason was reading

the menu. As she sat he said, "I'm feeling much better.

Why don't we go ahead and eat?"

"Great, " said Beth. Her expectations of the evening

began to return.

The meal went by without any major social gaffes by

either person. Mason not only regained his appetite,

but he seemed to have developed quite a thirst also.

Beth never had to worry about holding up her end of

the conversation, as Mason became verbose on several

glasses of wine.

By the time Beth and Mason left the inn night had

fallen. At Mason's urging they took the scenic highway

back toward the city instead of the twisty access road.

As they rounded a curve several miles from the inn

Mason pointed to a turnoff where there was a parking

area for people who wished to enjoy the view. As she

drove through the parking lot Beth thought the view

was very nice, but she doubted that the people in the

cars with fogged up windows were much concerned about

the scene beyond their cars.

Beth was flattered. She had begun to wonder if Mason

considered her a real date, or just a meal with a kid

he knew. She found out for sure when Mason tuned in a

soft jazz station on the radio and put his arm around

her shoulders. A minute after they had parked, the

couple was kissing passionately.

A few minutes later though, the passion was all one

sided. Beth hadn't been drinking and the secondhand

taste of wine on Mason's lips and tongue wasn't sweet

or pleasant at all. Plus, he was a lousy kisser -

entirely too hard and too wet. And his hands were

roaming all over. Not like the soft caresses that

Charles thrilled her with the other day, Mason's hands

alternated between trying to grab her ass and then her

breasts. Beth was about to pull away and tell Mason

that she had to get home, when he took her hand and put

it on the bulge in his pants.

Now here was something new. She found out what her

girlfriends were talking about when they said that

their boyfriends had a 'rocket in his pocket' or a

'banana in his pants'. The cloth-covered bulge didn't

feel like anything special, but when she ran her hand

along its outline she certainly got a reaction from

Mason. He sighed, leaned back in his seat and finally

quit pawing at her.

Well-well, thought Beth, quite an effect I'm having

here. Mason was starring straight ahead, his eyes sort

of glassy. Every few seconds his hips would twitch or

rise completely off the seat like a puppy forcing his

head into your hand to be petted.

He really loves this, thought Beth. So she was sur-

prised when he lifted her hand away from his crotch.

But it was only for a second. Just long enough for

Mason to unzip his pants and whip out his cock, then

he gave Beth a sort of pleading look.

Oh wow, thought Beth. It was her first live cock. She

reached out and touched it like it was something

separate and alive form Mason. After all, it was sort

of twitching and bobbing on it's own without Mason

seeming to do anything.

Beth ran her fingers over Mason's cock, exploring its

surface. It's like a thick finger, thought Beth, long

and rigid, and surprisingly warm. She swirled her

fingers around the head and was pleased to see Mason

moan in pleasure.

"Like this, " whispered Mason, taking Beth's hand he

formed her fingers into a fleshy tube and then slid

them up and down over the warm and now slightly sticky-

wet head.

Beth did as she was asked, but in less than a minute

her arm was aching and the back of her hand was

beginning to hurt from brushing the zipper of Mason's

pants. She was beginning to wonder how long she had to

keep this up when Mason let out a little squeak, his

hips surged upward, and Beth felt a warm glob of some-

thing hit her fingers.

He's cumming! thought Beth. Her aching arm forgotten,

she jacked her hand even faster. She wasn't sure what

to expect. Would more stuff stream out? There couldn't

be much more, could there? After all condoms didn't

fill up like a water balloons. Did they?

A few seconds later it became clear to Beth that

matters were pretty much concluded. Mason pushed her

hand away and tucked away his now deflating member.

Beth moved her hand to the window so she could examine

her wet fingers. So there's millions of sperm in this

semi-clear milky blob, she thought. It didn't look as

if there could be a million of anything in that little

glob of stuff.

Suddenly, she came back to herself. Beth realized that

she must look silly to Mason. She stole a glance in

his direction. But Mason wasn't paying attention to

much of anything. He was snoring softly, his head lying

back on the seat.

Beth sighed, so much for her big date with Mason. She

looked around for something on which to wipe her cummy

fingers. Finally, she cleaned them on Mason's pant's

leg. Then she started the Porsche and drove her dozing

"date" home.

**

The next day was the Monday of prom week. At school,

Robert sought out Erika as she walked down one of the

school hallways between classes. As he came up beside

her, Robert handed Erika the tape he'd taken of Mason

and Beth.

"What's this?" she asked.

Robert said cryptically, "I hope you didn't forget our

bet."

When Erika looked confused, Robert explained, "Just

look at the tape. And keep in mind that I'll pick you

up at seven on Friday." He half expected Erika to

throw the tape back in his face, but she threw it in

her book bag instead and took it with her.

On Tuesday Erika seemed to be always busy or at least

faced the wrong way when Robert was in her vicinity

and he couldn't work up the nerve to ask her if she'd

seen the tape.

On Wednesday Robert was surprised when Erika marched

straight up to him at his locker. She grabbed his hand

and slapped the tape into his palm. "Don't let it be

said that I went back on a bet." When Robert started

to say something, she threw up her hand and said, "You

will pick me up at eight and if you're dressed in any-

thing but a plain, standard tuxedo I'll slam the door

in you face."

Robert managed to say, "Sure, see you then, " when Erika

was twenty feet down the hall and out of earshot.

**

At the stroke of eight on Friday night Robert stabbed

the doorbell of Erika's upscale home. He was prepared

to be kept waiting but Erika herself answered the door.

Robert could only stare at her speechlessly. She had

forgone the usual elaborate prom perm, letting her

dark, thick hair flow over her bare shoulders. A gown

that seemed to shimmer in the light from the doorway

matched the colors in her ice blue jewelry. Robert

couldn't take his off the cleavage revealed by her

gown's low cut bodice.

After several seconds of silence Erika sighed, rolled

her eyes and brushed by Robert. "Oh, for heaven's

sake, " she said. "Let's get on with it."

Robert and Erika and their affluent schoolmates had

rented a ballroom in one of the city's fancier hotels.

There were two bands set up on either end of the large

room to alternate sets. A dance floor sat in the center

of the room surrounded by tables for the partygoers

and their food and drink.

As they entered the room, one of the junior faculty

members announced their names over a public address

system. Robert was delighted to hear whistles and

applause. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard Erika

moan softly.

They took a seat at a table with some of Erika's pals.

Robert got them some hors d'oeuvres and punch and then

settled down to what he was sure would be an extended

gossip session between the girls. He was mindlessly

girl watching away from the present company when he

felt a tug at his sleeve.

"I said, would you like to dance?" Erika was mouthing

to him in a loud, clear voice that made it clear it

wasn't the first time she'd asked the question.

Robert was startled, but he recovered enough to answer,

"Dance? Sure, I guess so."

As they walked to the dance floor, Erika asked in a

guarded tone, "You do know how to dance, don't you?

"Oh sure, I can dance, a little." He wasn't about to

mention the hundred hours of lessons in jazz, tap and

ballet that one of his nannies had forced on him. He

could move his body in time to the music without

looking like he was having a fit, and that was pretty

much all anyone could ask from a teenager.

They danced one fast dance and then another. Then the

band swung into a slower, more romantic tune and Robert

figured that Erika would make a beeline back to their

table. But once again she startled him by sliding her

arms up his arms and onto his shoulders.

"You'd like another dance?" he asked nervously.

She didn't answer, but the look she gave him asked

just what in the hell did he think she was doing.

Robert willed his hands not to shake as he placed them

carefully on her waist. Two steps into the dance Erika

locked her hands behind his neck and moved her body

against his.

Robert became erect so quickly he thought Erika might

feel it thump against her pelvis. He couldn't believe

that he was holding Erika's warm body against his.

Despite the layers of clothing between them, he could

swear that he felt Erika's nipples move against his

chest.

Robert hadn't masturbated in a week. Somewhere in the

back of his mind must have been the thought that if

he saved himself, then somehow the fates would give

him a reward. And Erika's actions tonight had so far

been his answer. The fates of course could be fickle.

He was beginning to wonder if he might actually cum

here on the dance floor from the pressure of her

pelvis on his hard-on.

There was no orgasmic accompaniment to the dance for

Robert, however he did check his pants for stains as

he and Erika walked back to their seats. When the next

slow song started, Robert was pleasantly surprised

when Erika grabbed his hand and led him back on the

dance floor. He nearly groaned as her body resumed its

pressure on his cock.

For nearly two hours they ate and drank and danced and

talked to friends - then Erika announced that it was

time to leave. Robert's hard-on remained. He was

anticipating kissing Erika goodnight and his penis had

become a permanent, aching, bulky hardness in his

pants.

Robert slipped a mint in his mouth on the drive back

to Erika's house so that his breath would be nice. And

on the walk to her door Robert kept licking his lips

to make sure that they were not wet, but pliant and

moist.

Erika turned when they reached the door and slid her

arms around his neck, much as she'd done all night as

they danced. She held her body against his and looked

into his eyes. "Well Robert, " she purred. "I know

you've had a good time, because you've had an erection

the entire evening. And now you'd like to top things

off with a kiss? Maybe a little tongue action?"

Robert could only nod his head in agreement.

Erika put her hand on his chest and stiff-armed Robert

backwards. "No way pal, " she said with distaste. "Our

bet is through. You can just take your little dick

home and shoot off with your hand. It's probably the

only sex you'll ever have." At that point she opened

the door and stepped inside. She hissed, "I don't want

to ever see you again, " and then she slammed the door

in his face.

"It's not so little, " murmured Robert to the closed

door. But she got the rest of it right, thought Robert

as he drove home. He almost jerked off in the car, but

he decided to wait until he got home, out of his tuxedo

and into the comfort of his room.

Robert was home and about to climb the stairs to his

room when his father called to him from his office,

"Robert, can I see you?"

Robert groaned inwardly, but he went in to see his

father.

"Did you have fun at the prom?" asked his father as

Robert sat down.

"Oh sure...ate, drank...danced some...you know, the

usual stuff, " Robert shrugged.

"And your bet with Erika, how did that go?"

"Oh, " said Robert, "you heard about that."

"Well, Mason is my assistant. There was some talk

about a date with Beth to distract him, while you

moved in on his girlfriend."

"But nothing happened, she practically kicked me off

her porch, " Robert tried to interrupt.

"Not to mention, " continued his father, "the pos-

sibility that you may have given your sister some

experimental drugs."

"Uh..." Robert decided it was time to say as little

as possible.

**

The lecture from his father wasn't as long, nor as

blistering as it might have been decided Robert as

he climbed the stairs to his room. His eyes were

downcast and he very nearly walked into Vicky as he

reached the top of the stairs.

"Don't you look like a real stud tonight in your

tuxedo, " she said, giving Robert a long, approving

look. "Is your father in his office?" she asked as

they passed one another.

"Thanks, yeah he's in the office, " Robert answered.

A few minutes later Robert was out of his tuxedo and

he felt refreshed by a quick shower. He was trying to

decide whether to masturbate with Erika's pictures,

or to simply bring back the feel of her body swaying

against his as they danced. His cock came back to full

hardness. He had settled on a fantasy of he and Erika

having passionate sex when Beth's particular knock

sounded at his door.

Robert groaned. He might as well let her in. He threw

on a bathrobe and opened the door. Beth smiled sweetly

and walked into the room. She was wearing some of her

father's old pajamas. At least she was wearing the top

of a set of his pj's. The top buttons of the big old

flannel shirt were undone and Robert couldn't help but

stare at the generous amount of breast that was

revealed.

"Hi, " said Beth, "how was the big prom date?"

It was all he could do to drag his eyes away from

Beth's tits. "Uh...it was...fine, just fine, " he

finally managed to get out. He couldn't believe that

his cock was starting to tent the front of his robe.

Robert quickly sat on his bed, placing his hands

strategically in his lap.

"Just fine?" she asked. "I...we went to all that

trouble, and all you can say is 'fine'." Beth plopped

down on the bed next to Robert.

Robert couldn't help but notice that the slit on the

side of her shirt was revealing her leg all the way

up to her hip. Only the shirttails kept Robert from

looking at his sister's pussy.

"Did you talk? Dance? Did you get the big goodnight

kiss?" she pressed.

"Look Beth, can't we do this in the morning? I just

want to go to bed." As much as I'm enjoying your skin

show, I need to get you out of the room so I can whack

off, he thought.

When she didn't stir, Robert became exasperated. "Yes,

we talked some. Yes we danced a lot. And no, not only

didn't we kiss, she practically kicked me off her front

porch."

"Aw...you poor thing, " said Beth with mock sympathy.

Then she gave Robert the shock of his life when she

leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.

All of Robert's pent up sexual energy came to the fore

and sister or no he returned Beth's kiss with passion

and a probing tongue. He was wondering how far this

would go. Did he dare to try and cop a feel of one of

those magnificent tits of hers?

Beth answered the question when she pulled his robe

aside and encircled his aching cock with her soft

fingers. He broke off their kiss and gawked in amaze-

ment as Beth expertly began to jack him off.

Beth felt a sort of sexual power surge through her

body. First Mason and now Robert - although she had

surprised herself as much as Robert when she grabbed

his cock - were completely in her hands, so to speak.

Robert had fallen back on his elbows, and was watching

her small hand piston up and down the length of his

cock. She gave her hand a little twist as it came to

the top of its stroke, and smiled when Robert moaned

and gasped out his pleasure.

Beth was wondering how long it would take for her

brother to orgasm when the first spurt of cum erupted.

The semi-clear stream flew through the air and landed

on Robert's stomach. It was followed by more of the

same. Much more than Mason's little glob of stuff,

thought Beth. His hot cum was now flowing over and

dripping off her fingers. Beth finally felt the last

pumping contractions from stepbrother's cock and she

stopped jacking him.

Robert lay in a post-orgasmic haze for several seconds.

He looked at his sister who was trying to keep her cum

covered hand from dripping on the bedclothes. Robert

smiled and said to his sister, "I guess we've made a

gooey mess, haven't we?"

"I'd say that you made the mess, " answered Beth. "But

it certainly is gooey."

"Why don't you clean up in the bathroom?" suggested

Robert.

"Good idea, " said Beth as she scooted off the bed and

went into Robert's bathroom.

Robert looked down at his cum splattered stomach and

groin. He didn't want to get the stuff on his bathrobe

so he shrugged it off his shoulders and left it on the

bed. He wasn't to sure about the etiquette of what to

do after an unexpected hand job, but he didn't think

that nudity would be a problem.

Robert locked the door to his room, just in case Vicky

or his father should want in. Then he joined his sister

in the bathroom. As he entered, Beth took the washcloth

she'd been holding and began to clean him.

"Oh is little Bobby-Wobby all wet and messy?" she cooed

as if she were talking to a baby. Then she proceeded to

clean the cum off his cock and balls.

"Damn Beth, " said Robert. Where did you learn all

this?"

Beth told her brother about making out with, and then

masturbating, Mason on their date. She finished up with

a detailed review of her experience with Charles in the

bar.

By the time she was through telling him about a com-

plete stranger getting her off in a public dining room,

Robert was erect with a throbbing hard-on. Was she

hinting that she wanted him to finger her pussy, he

wondered? If so, he was more than willing. He was about

to suggest that they jump back into bed when there was

a knock at his bedroom door.

"Yes?" called out Robert.

"It's Vicky, may I come in?" came the muffled reply

through the door.

Robert and Beth gave each other guilty looks. "What'll

we do?" she asked.

Robert shrugged, "You button up that shirt, and I'll

put on my robe. Vicky will come in and you'll go to

your room where you will eagerly await my arrival later

tonight."

Beth giggled, "Will you really?"

"Of course, now let's hurry."

Robert took the lead headed out of the bathroom, but

as he got to the door he saw the knob to his bedroom

door begin to turn. He barely managed to close the

door to the bathroom before Vicky entered his room.

"Robert?" she called.

"Be out in a sec." he nervously called back.

Robert frowned as he softly whispered to Beth, "I swear

I locked that door before we came in here."

Beth shook her head, "No, I locked it when I came in."

She thought for a second, "That means you unlocked it."

Robert swung both hands and arms toward the bathroom

door and made a face as if to say, "Well duhhh..."

"Now what?" mouthed Beth silently when Robert turned

to face her.

Robert rubbed his hand over his face. He put his lips

next to Beth's ear and whispered, "Hide in the shower.

I'll get rid of her as fast as I can." Robert grabbed

a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Beth had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from

laughing as she pointed at the tented front of the

towel. Despite all the interruptions, Robert still had

a raging erection.

Beth whispered, "Want me to take care of that?"

For a split second Robert almost gave in to the very

arousing scenario of his sister giving him another

hand-job while his housekeeper waited just a few feet

away. But he motioned for Beth to get behind the shower

curtain while he opened the bathroom door just enough

to slide his arm through.

"Vicky, " he called, "could you throw me my bathrobe?"

If he arranged the bulky robe just right, he should be

able to cover his cock that was still as hard as could

be.

From a corner of the room farthest from his robe Vicky

said, "Oh come on out, I won't look."

Robert was so eager to get rid of Vicky that he didn't

hesitate. He was half way to his bed before he realized

that not only had Vicky not turned her back to the

room, but her eyes were locked on his cock.

"Well...well, your father told me that your prom night

didn't go as well as it could have, but I see it hasn't

dampened your spirits, " said Vicky as she crossed the

room.

Robert wasn't sure what he should do, but tonight

seemed to be his night for nudity in front of household

women.

"Why don't you lie down and we'll see what we can do

about this, " said Vicky as she caressed his cock with

a soft warm hand.

Robert fell back on his bed. He was looking at the

ceiling when a hot, wet velvety sensation engulfed the

head of his dick. He jerked his head up to see Vicky's

full lips push their way down the length of his cock.

"Ohhhh...Vicky..." Robert moaned.

"Mmmmm...hmmmm, " Vicky mouthed, vibrating her throat

around his cock-head.

Robert fell back on the bed once more. His hands

grabbed at the sheets. Beth's hand job had been great,

but it was nothing compared to this. Vicky held her

mouth on his cock, barely moving it, rubbing her tongue

on the sensitive underside.

Robert couldn't keep his body still. He writhed about

on the bed yearning to create more friction. He was on

the verge of grabbing Vicky's head and fucking her

throat when she locked her lips around his shaft,

sucked him like she was trying to draw out his balls

and brought him to an aching climax.

Vicky swallowed and crawled up the bed until her face

was level with Roberts. "You little devil, there wasn't

much cum, I bet you jerked off before I came in here."

Robert lay on the bed with his arm over his eyes. He

was wiped out. All he could do was mumble, "That was

great Vicky, I don't know what to say."

She patted his stomach and scooted off the bed. "You

rest up stud, we'll talk about this later." With that,

she was out the door.

Seconds later Robert felt the mattress give as Beth

climbed on the bed. "Quite a harem you're putting

together, Bobby, " she said. "Maybe Erika will show up

next."

Robert never moved, "She'll have to take a number, all

I want to do is go to sleep."

Beth walked on her knees across the bed and then threw

a leg over Robert's waist. "No sleep yet, there are

responsibilities that come with a harem, you know."

Robert moved his arm a fraction of an inch in order to

see what his sister was up to. "Like what?" he asked.

"Like this, " she said, as she took one of his hands

and placed it on one of her breasts, and then she took

his other hand and put it on her eager pussy.

"You'll have to teach me about these responsibilities, "

he said with growing interest.

"You can bet on it, brother, " she said as she folded

his thumb against the hood of her clit. "You can bet

on it."

END