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Authors name: Rachael (rache18us@yahoo.com)
Story title : Twin Favors

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Twin Favors (MF, FF, inc, reluc)
By Rachael (rache18us@yahoo.com)


***

"Please Dare? I'll do the dishes for a month I swear! 
I'll do your laundry for a week! I'll...I'll...I'll let 
you wear my black dress!"

"And the shoes?" I asked playfully. My sister Stacy had 
such an infectious smile, I couldn't help it.

"The shoes too! Anytime!" She was smiling now, knowing 
the effect it had on people. The effect it had on me. 
"Pleeeeease?"

I was sitting in the ugliest beanbag chair in the world, 
we called it Frankenstein because it was pale green and 
stitched all over with black thread. Half the beans were 
missing I think, but it was still pretty comfortable. I 
had my long leg tucked under my butt, cradling a book in 
my lap and wondering how I'd ever gotten myself in this 
situation.

This situation was mostly being Stacy's roommate, sister 
was one thing, but this roommate business was for the 
birds! Every week it seemed like something would come up 
and nobody could help her but me. Whether it was loaning 
her $50, writing up a homework assignment she'd 
'forgotten' about, taking a test in a class she was 
failing...Whatever. This time though, it was a real 
doozy and I wasn't too sure about it at all.

"Explain to me again why you want me to go on a date 
with your boyfriend?" I gave up on my book and dropped 
it on the floor with a soft little whump. I wasn't sure 
why I was asking, it hadn't made sense the first time 
she tried to explain, so why would the fourth be any 
different?

Stacy plopped down on the floor in front of me, putting 
her elbows on my bare knees and looking up at me with 
her soft blue eyes and impish smile. I knew what she was 
doing and I wasn't falling for it. She leaned forward 
and started picking at the big sweatshirt I was wearing. 

"Because Richard asked me out and I really really really 
want to go out with him, but it's on Friday night! And 
Friday night is when Brad is taking me to that new club! 
he's so excited about it and I know he really wants to 
go." She smiled up at me and began tracing the golden 
gopher on my chest. "And if Brad finds out I'm going out 
with Richard, then he'll be sooooooo disappointed! And 
he's so nice, Darin, please? You like Brad, he's nice, 
come on, please?"

I sat up and so did Stacy so I could get my legs out 
from under me, straightening them and spreading them 
around my sister so she could lean forward again, 
crossing her arms on my thighs.

"So why don't I just go out with Richard, and you can go 
out with Brad and..." I shrugged with my patented 'ain't 
it common sense?' look.

"Are those my panties?" Stacy was looking between my 
legs where the sweatshirt had ridden up exposing my 
purple g-string. "Those are mine!"

"They are not, stop changing the subject Stace!" I 
pulled my sweatshirt down because they were hers, but I 
had a pair just like them. 

"Let me see!" Stacy demanded, laughing now and reaching 
between my legs. I have this horrible weakness; I'm 
extremely ticklish on the insides of my thighs. Not 
always, I mean when I'm getting busy with someone I 
forget all about it, but when the mood is right it's 
terrible. Stacy, of course, knows all about this and 
never misses an opportunity to tease me with it.

"Stop it! No!" I shrieked as her fingers shot between my 
legs and her finger nails grazed my skin. The only thing 
worse than being ticklish, is when you know you're going 
to get tickled. I become like a thousand times more 
sensitive and right now my whole body was tingling! 
Stacy could have touched me anywhere and I'd have been 
helpless. But anywhere wasn't on her mind.

I was jumping up, trying to stand unsteadily on 
Frankenstein when Stacy pulled me back down. I was 
already laughing, saying no over and over in a 
breathless voice. I tried to cover myself up but Stacy 
wormed her hands inside and just kind of 
scratched/groped/squeezed at whatever part of me she 
found. She dragged me onto the floor, scrunching my 
sweatshirt up around my breasts. 

I was kicking and screaming with laughter, pushing at 
her and twisting my body when she moved over me, turning 
to face my feet and sitting heavily on my tummy. The 
damp towel was spread around her hips and her bare pussy 
rocked back and forth across my overly sensitive skin, 
adding another unbearable sensation as I tried to clench 
my thighs together. 

It was no use though, I couldn't breath and pushing 
uselessly against her back was just using up precious 
energy while Stacy ignored me, prying my legs apart and 
dragging her nails across my most sensitive places. I 
felt my eyes watering and my laughing began to sound 
more like crying, a transition we were both all too 
familiar with. Stacy had done this same thing to me 
countless times for as long as we could remember. She 
was always stronger than me and like brothers who have 
to wrestle, this was a necessary ritual we both secretly 
enjoyed.

My whole body was going slack, my lungs burned from a 
lack of air. They just kept pushing and pushing like 
they couldn't remember how to pull. I felt dizzy and 
Stacy mercifully stopped, her motion changing from a 
terrible teasing of my goose pimpled flesh, to a soft 
caress that was still almost unbearable.

She looked over her shoulder at me, flushed with victory 
and smiled at my exhausted state. My mouth hung open and 
I was gasping for air. My cheeks were red and wet with 
tears and all I could do was look up at her. 

"Do you give up?" Stacy asked me. "Will you do it?"

I nodded weakly unable to do anything else.

"Prove it." Stacy whispered and this was part of our 
ritual too. She lifted her body off my stomach, sliding 
back lightly so that her sex was over my face. I lifted 
my head a bare 2 inches off the floor with a soft moan 
and pressed my mouth to my sister's pussy. She sighed 
and lowered herself slightly, reaching down to play with 
my breasts while I licked and sucked at her already 
moist folds.

"yeah, Dare, that's it baby... Lick me... Mmmmm." Her 
voice was soft, urging me to work harder as I sought to 
please her. 

Stacy was older by 8 minutes, maybe that's why she was 
always on top. Her fingers pinched my nipples, pulling 
them straight up so my breasts were taut cones of 
pleasure. The warmth was spreading, for Stacy too as she 
began rocking herself slightly, using my mouth to get 
off. I didn't mind, I loved this part of our game and 
thirsted for her juices. 

I sucked her labia between my lips, pursing them to 
pinch her gently before going back to my tongue. I made 
it stiff and hard like a small pink cock and Stacy 
fucked herself on it, filling my mouth with her orgasm 
as she pressed her palms suddenly flat on my tits. It 
hurt, like a dull ache having her pressing her weight on 
me like that, but I barely noticed.

I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist, slipping them 
beneath the towel so I could feel her hot skin. I pulled 
her tightly to my mouth, holding her there against the 
wild gyrations of her hips as I slurped noisily away. I 
was drinking my sister deeply and feeling my own empty 
cunt fluttering in search of attention, but I knew Stacy 
wouldn't do it for me, she never did. She was cruel that 
way and when we were younger I didn't understand, but I 
learned to accept it and even enjoy the fact that she 
really didn't understand herself.

Stacy was breathing hard and her motion slowed once 
again to a gentle rocking motion across my cum drenched 
face as her orgasm subsided. Her hands squeezed my 
breasts playfully and she lifted her body, kneeling 
above my glowing face and peering down at me.

"Good girl." Stacy smiled and reached down to give my 
hard little clit a pinch through the thin silk of my 
panties. I lifted my hips at the sensation and gave a 
small yelp of surprise. "God, you're such a dyke!" Stacy 
laughed and slowly got off of me, standing and 
tightening her towel back into place while I lay there. 
"Don't forget now, Friday night! He's going to pick you 
up at eight o'clock sharp!" With that she disappeared 
back into the hallway and a moment later I heard the 
shower running.

I lay there, licking my lips and remembering the sweet 
suffocation of having Stacy's pussy on my face. I 
reached down to finger myself, pulling the G to the side 
and rubbing my swollen lips and stiff clit with my 
fingers with a desperate urgency. I was cumming quickly, 
lifting my ass off the carpet and fucking my fingers 
while I moaned loudly and bit my lip. So good, always so 
good after Stacy was done with me. I wished just once 
she would do this for me, the thought pushed me over the 
peak and I was lost in heaven.

***

I really am a lesbian. I might as well tell you that 
now. I never really "outted" myself; I mean Stacy has 
always known, ever since the first time she made me lick 
her when we were 13. That was an accident, but she 
always says that I planned it. Like I seduced her into 
wrestling me down, tickling me and pressing her pussy to 
my face. Yeah right. Ummmm.So? What else was I supposed 
to do?

Anyway, like I said I never told our parents or 
anything. Daddy would have a heart attack and Mom, well, 
who knows. She'd hug me and tell me it was alright, but 
I'm so afraid of seeing betrayal in her eyes I've never 
risked it. It isn't important anyway, it isn't who I am. 
I'm not out to change the world or anything, I just want 
to live my life and be me. I don't define myself by my 
sexuality like Stacy thinks.

"How about her?" Stacy asked me for the 30th time that 
night. It was Thursday, the day before Friday and my 
'Big Date' and we were just sitting watching TV. Stacy 
was watching TV, I was highlighting my Psychology notes.

"No." I sighed absently.

"Come on Dare! Jeeez!" Stacy called me Dare, nobody else 
did because I hated it. My name is Darin, because our 
Dad's name is Darren and according to family legend just 
as Daddy was filling out the birth certificates Mom's 
test results came back, she wouldn't be having any more 
children. 

No Junior in daddy's future, so he did the next best 
thing. Crossed out Emily and wrote 'Darin' as if that 
was somehow more feminine. If I ever do tell Dad I'm a 
lesbian, I'll tell him it's because of my name... "Don't 
you know? All Darin's are gay, Daddy!" Then I'd give him 
a big hug. Yeah right.

"Daaare!" Stacy's voice rose and fell as she dragged my 
name out in exasperation. "How about Meg?"

I glanced up. Stacy was watching 'City of Angels' and 
Meg Ryan was walking around in her scrubs, looking good. 
"It doesn't work like that, Stacy." I murmured.

"What do you mean 'It doesn't work like that'?" she 
rolled her eyes "I'm ready to jump Nicholas Cage right 
now, and you're telling me that Meg Ryan doesn't turn 
you on?"

"Not right now Stacy, maybe if she made some popcorn and 
kind of curled up on the couch with me...Well, who 
knows." I grinned and raised my eyebrows suggestively.

"No way. I'm not making popcorn just so you can jump my 
bones! Pervert!" Stacy stuck her tongue out at me. 
"How's my homework coming anyway?"

"It's over there," I gestured to a messy stack next to 
Frankenstein, "Make sure you read chapter 4, your 
assignment note said 'Oral Quiz' in the fine print."

"Hey." I put the cap on my highlighter.

"Hey what?" Stacy replied, finally turning to look at me 
when I didn't say anything for a moment.

"This date tomorrow, with Brad. He isn't going to try 
anything, you know...Funny, is he?"

"What? Like fuck you? No way. Just tell him you got your 
period, believe me he hates that!" Stacy gave a little 
laugh "Ask him to stop by 7-11 after he picks you up."

"Why?"

Stacy laughed at me "So you can buy some pads! Tell him 
you forgot to bring an extra and your really heavy. Ask 
him to run in and get them, believe me he won't even 
want a blowjob after that!"

"He's going to want a blowjob?" This was something I 
hadn't really considered. I'd been on a couple dates 
when I was in high school, just for appearance mostly, 
but also to experiment. I'd never done more than just 
rub a boy's penis through his jeans! I guess my face 
said it all because Stacy was really laughing now.

"He might yeah, don't worry! Brad's nice, just tell him 
you don't feel like it and he won't push you. I 
promise."

"But doesn't...." I wasn't sure what part of what she 
was saying was the truth and what was a joke.

Stacy cut me off "Don't worry Dare! Jesus! Just have 
fun, you'll love it. If I thought there was any way 
you'd let my boyfriend fuck you, I'd never have thought 
of this!" She was smiling that smile and I had to laugh 
at her logic. Whatever it was.

***

"You're fat" Stacy was looking at the same reflection in 
the mirror I was and I shrugged.

"I'm the same size as you, what do you mean I'm fat?" I 
was wearing her new black dress, a clingy thing with 
spaghetti straps and a hem that fell about 3 inches too 
high for my taste. But it did look good. My braless 
breasts looked like they were propped on a shelf and the 
dress wasn't padded in the least; the nubs of my nipples 
were plainly visible bumps and I frowned slightly as I 
grabbed my boobs and shifted them slightly.

"Don't do that, you'll look like a plastic surgery 
disaster." Sure enough as soon as I took my hands away 
my 34C's looked more like a 34C and a 36B. Stacy sighed 
impatiently and lifted the straps, pulling the dress 
away from my so that my breasts went back to their 
natural position. She let the straps go and they sprang 
back like rubber bands.

"Ouch!" I turned one way and then the other, it looked 
pretty good. The dress hugged my body as my waist 
narrowed and then gave way to pleasing curve of my hips. 
There might be a little baby fat there I thought, but 
not in the bad way! I smoothed the dress one last time 
and grabbed Stacy's new shoes off the bed. "Aren't you 
going to get ready? What time is Richard picking you 
up?"

Stacy was still wearing her old hipsters and a long 
faded halter top that I think had been mine, once upon a 
time. She nodded "He's not picking me up until nine. 
He's taking me out for Thai food!" Stacy licked her 
lips, "Romantic huh?" 

I started bending over and lifting my right foot to put 
on a shoe but my sister stopped me with a worrisome 
clucking. "What now?" I asked wearily, straightening up, 
because I knew it had to be something she didn't like.

"Take of your panties," Stacy said suddenly, crossing to 
her dresser and opening the top drawer. "I can see the 
lines. It looks bad." She pulled out a little silver g-
string and held it up. 

"Wear this instead." I thought about arguing, but what 
was the point? I hiked up the tight skirt and hooked my 
thumbs into the French bikinis I had on and pulled them 
off. I tossed them on the bed and took the G from her 
hand without a word, stepping into them and pulling them 
up. I gave her a pained look as I adjusted the all too 
narrow crotch and straightened the back so it split the 
smooth globes of my ass. I pulled the skirt back down, 
smoothing it.

"There. How's that?" I asked sarcastically, but Stacy 
ignored me. 

She ran a hand along my butt and up to my hip. "I can 
still see it." 

"So what? Underwear is sexy! He should see it, right?" I 
didn't really care if it was sexy or not. I was just 
getting tired of Stacy fussing over every little detail. 
I could careless if Brad saw it or not, but that didn't 
matter to Stacy.

"Take it off."

"No, come on, Stacy" I whined but found myself doing as 
she ordered anyway. I pulled off the thong and handed it 
to her. "Well?" I asked, standing there with her dress 
pulled up around my waist, my bare shaven sex exposed. 
"What next?"

"That's it, fix your dress."

"What?" I looked at my sister with disbelief. "I'm not 
going out without underwear! What do you think of me?"

"Dare, look it's just for one night! Please!" She took 
on a reasonable tone. "It looked bad, really. You're not 
supposed to wear anything under a dress like that, 
believe me."

I didn't like it. I unconsciously pushed my thighs 
together and it felt strange. The last time I'd gone out 
without panties on I was probably 4 years old. 

"Nobody is going to know, Darin! God! It's not like the 
end of the world if you don't wear panties!" She was 
trying to make me feel guilty now and I sighed.

"Fine, right." I went back to putting on the shoes, 
pinching my toes as they slipped into the black leather. 
"What size shoe do you wear?"

She laughed and picked up a hairbrush from the dresser, 
trying to brush my hair while I was buckling the strap 
on the right shoe. "The same size as you! I just buy 
better shoes." She pulled the brush through my hair and 
the sudden tug pulled me a little off balance. 

"Hey! Stacy, I've gone on a date before you know!" I 
twisted my shoulder length blonde hair away from Stacy 
and her stupid hairbrush. "And this isn't even a real 
date! I cant believe I'm doing this!"

"Well, he's my boyfriend!" Stacy said, folding her arms 
and watching as I put on the other shoe.

"Exactly" I shook my head, and giggled. "Don't be such a 
bonehead! Give me the brush."

Stacy held it out petulantly and I brushed my hair 
slowly. It was already fine, but I did it just to please 
her. She always worried about her dates and I never 
understood why. Maybe for the same reason I was a little 
nervous when I went out with my girlfriends? I smiled at 
that, well that was perfectly understandable. Wasn't it? 
And I wasn't anywhere as bad as Stacy!

About that time the doorbell rang and Stacy grabbed my 
hands in hers "Don't forget! You're Stacy tonight!" She 
whispered it, as if Brad might somehow hear us. I just 
nodded and rolled my eyes.

"Well, you better answer the door, DARE." I said, 
emphasizing my name to exaggerate the way Stacy said it. 
She left the bedroom and I grabbed a lipstick real 
quick, checking the color and tossing it back. I picked 
up the right one and put it on slowly while I heard 
Stacy and Brad talking in the living room. 

They were laughing about something, but I couldn't tell 
what, and I thought she'd better not overdo it. I wasn't 
known for my sense of humor with Stacy's boyfriends. 
Brad was nicer than most, but I knew he thought I was a 
bitch anyway. Now I was going out with him. I blinked at 
myself in the mirror, wondering what the hell I'd gotten 
into.

Brad smiled at me as I entered the living room. "Hi 
gorgeous!" He looked at Stacy and she smiled at him.

"Go get her tiger!" she said and I groaned inwardly, 
giving her a quick warning look and then recovering to 
smile at Brad. He looked good, for a guy. Kind of like 
Brad Pitt, with that same boyish face and innocent 
dimples, but he was a little bigger all around. His 
black hair was combed straight back and he had nice 
brown eyes and a jaw line that made you think he 
belonged outside, out west someplace. Yeah, a cowboy. 
That's Brad. 

I walked over and he leaned down to kiss me but I turned 
my cheek. "Lipstick." I explained with a soft voice in 
his ear. 

He kissed me briefly and put a hand on my shoulder, 
turning to Stacy. "Don't wait up!" He laughed and I did 
my best Stacy giggle, which was pretty good; this wasn't 
the first time we'd traded places after all! I grabbed a 
wrap out of the closet and smiled politely as Brad held 
the door for me. I took a deep breath of cool evening 
air and waved goodbye to Stacy with a quick wiggle of my 
fingers.

***

We went out to dinner first, and it was nice. Brad was 
funny and he kept me entertained all through the meal, 
which was good because comfortable as I was being Stacy, 
this wasn't some English prof who only knew her by name. 
Brad had been going out with my sister for nearly a year 
and there were bound to be things that I had no idea 
about. I was on my toes though and every time Brad began 
talking about "us" I'd steer us onto something else, 
something generic and safe. Like Darin?

"So what is the deal with your sister, anyway?" Brad 
asked with a gleam of mischief in his eye.

"What do you mean?" I was innocent and took a small bite 
of my salad with as much nonchalance as I could muster.

"I mean she acted almost normal tonight. Usually I come 
over and she's acts like I'm a total stranger." Brad 
sipped his water, "I mean, I know she plays for the 
other team, but come on. I'm not that bad am I?"

"Plays for the other team?" My fork was suspended in 
mid-air. I hadn't hear that one before, but I knew what 
it meant.

"Yeah, you know, she's..."

"Yeah, I know. She's my sister, remember?" I said it a 
bit testily and I softened my face immediately. "Sorry, 
I didn't mean..."

"Yeah, I know." 

Brad was going to figure it, I thought in a momentary 
flash of panic. Darin was acting like Stacy, and now 
Stacy is acting like Darin. Yikes. I reached over and 
grabbed hi hand, squeezing it briefly. "She likes you, 
don't worry about it. She just doesn't really understand 
why..." I wasn't sure what to say. Here I was trying to 
talk about me the way I thought Stacy might, but I 
wondered if I really knew what Stacy would say.

"Why you like guys and she doesn't?" Brad laughed then 
and his eyes twinkled a little as his good mood 
returned. He leaned over the table, reaching beneath 
with one arm so he could stroke my leg. "You know why 
*you* like guys." he whispered it and gave me a squeeze 
just above my knee for punctuation.

Right then I cursed myself silently for not remembering 
Stacy's advice. I suppose I could have still lied, still 
told him I was on my period, but how rude would that 
have been? Sitting at the dinner table, the poor man 
would probably run screaming, if what Stacy had told me 
was true. Brad kept massaging my leg and he looked at me 
as though it were a Kodak moment and we should have been 
kissing.

I lifted my fork with a soft laugh, forced but still 
okay. "Down boy. Finish your dinner or you won't get any 
desert." It came out without thinking, double-entendre 
is fun, but not when it's accidental!

Brad grinned and lifted his hand, sitting back and 
resuming his meal. "Oh yeah, Stacy!" he said, "We don't 
want to miss out on desert, do we?" I just smiled and 
closed my eyes, wondering what I was going to do.

***

He was back on his best behavior by the time we left the 
restaurant, thank goodness, but it had gotten chilly 
while we'd been inside eating. I felt my nipples 
hardening to my dismay and the draft blowing up inside 
my skirt was an unexpected surprise as well. I never 
realized just how much protection even the smallest pair 
of panties afforded. I shivered and Brad took this as an 
invitation I think, putting his arm around me as we 
walked to the car.

"Cool tonight, isn't it?" he asked and I nodded 
silently. "Cat got your tongue?"

"What? Sorry?" I really didn't know what to say. I'd 
been thinking how nice it would be if Gina had been with 
me instead of Brad. My current girlfriend was an Italian 
girl, really from Italy, and absolutely wonderful to be 
with. I wondered what she was doing right then and 
wished that whatever it was, I was doing it with her.

"Hey."

Brad had stopped walking and I stopped too.

"Hey." He repeated softly and I turned, tilting my head 
up to look at him.

What is it?" I started to say, but I didn't get very 
far. He pressed his lips to mine, enfolding me in his 
arms. I felt myself going stiff against him, but I 
couldn't help my instinctive resistance. The tip of his 
tongue entered my surprised mouth and then I was 
pressing my palms to his chest, pushing him gently away.

"Mmmmm..." I said, gathering my wits and trying to sound 
like my sister. "If you keep that up, we'll never get 
out of the parking lot!" I grinned at him, but I think 
he saw something else in my eyes. Brad's hands were 
still on my hips and he gave me a little squeeze.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I thought..." His voice trailed off and 
I almost felt a pang of guilt, but not really. Making 
out with Brad in the parking lot, or anyplace else for 
that matter, was the very last thing I wanted in the 
world. I just wanted to get this stupid date over with. 
Wherever Stacy was right then, she'd better be having 
the time of her life, I thought

Once in the car and on our way to the club Brad started 
talking again. "Uh, Stacy, are you feeling okay?" There 
was real concern in his voice I think and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm just kind of tired I guess. You know how it 
is, huh?" I looked at him hopefully in the soft glow of 
the dashboard light.

"Yeah, I know." Brad paused for a second and then added 
"Maybe we should just skip the club, I could take you 
home and maybe just relax a bit. Take it easy tonight."

"Ummmmm...." I bought myself a few more seconds to 
think, wondering how Stacy would react if our dated 
ended less than 2 hours after it started. It wouldn't be 
my fault, would it? I mean Brad knows something's up, 
right? I'd just tell her that I thought it would be 
better to play it safe. "Yeah, Brad, I think maybe 
that's a good idea....Uh, are you sure you don't mind 
though?" I tried to put a measure of regret in my voice. 
"I know you really want to check this place out, so..."

"No, don't be silly." Brad smiled at me and moved a hand 
to my knee. "It'll still be open next week, we'll go 
then, okay?"

"Sure, yeah." I murmured. He was taking me home! Thank 
God! I saw the clock on the dash and it was barely 
10:00, still time to call Gina I thought. She could come 
over and I could tell her all about this stupid idea of 
my sister's. She'd think it was funny as hell and that 
thought made me smile in the darkness.

***

The lights were out when we arrived back at the house 
and Brad pulled into the driveway and turned off the 
engine. We sat there in the darkness for a long moment. 
I knew he was waiting for me to invite him in and I was 
trying to think of a nice way to say goodnight. My 
fingers were itching to dial Gina's number. 

Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I sighed softly. 
"Well... I guess..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and let it 
slap back into place. I started reaching for the door 
handle, giving Brad an apologetic smile. 

"Yeah." Brad reached over, he wasn't letting go that 
easily. His leather jacket creaking softly and Brad 
moved his hand across my shoulder, behind my neck. He 
was gently pulling me closer, while his other hand slid 
across my bare thigh. 

He wanted a goodnight kiss, I thought. It seemed like a 
logical thing, especially if it would get him to say 
goodnight. I let him pull me into his kiss, but I placed 
my hands in my lap, guarding my bare treasure from his 
fingers as his hand slid under the hem of my skirt.  

I felt nothing emotionally, except maybe a slight 
repulsion. It wasn't like I was going to be ill or 
anything, it just wasn't a turn on at all. But I 
pretended like it was the best kiss of my young life. I 
let his tongue part my lips and I teased it with my own. 
Compared to Gina, Brad's mouth seemed too large, his 
movements clumsy and harsh. I sucked his tongue and 
sighed with feigned passion when Brad moved his hand 
from my leg to my breasts. He rubbed my left breast 
tenderly, using his palm before digging his fingers 
against the silk of my dress, squeezing me. 

My nipples hardened easily, reacting purely to the 
stimulation that my mind was ignoring. He wasn't the 
first boy I'd let cop a feel, but I hoped he'd be the 
last. We kissed like that for several minutes, with Brad 
pressing himself closer and closer, until he was 
straddling the console between our seats and I was 
backed against the door. He'd slipped one breast 
completely from my dress, massaging it a little harder 
now. This was going too far, I thought, and I pulled my 
mouth from his. 

Our breathing was heavy and my lips felt slightly 
swollen and bruised. He wasn't a very good kisser, he 
was just a bit too eager, a little too enthusiastic for 
my taste. "Too much testosterone." I said softly with a 
shake of my head. 

"Huh?" Brad was grinning at me. "You're too much! You 
taste so good, baby." He leaned over again and I 
couldn't evade his hungry kiss. I tried to pretend it 
was Gina who was kissing me, nibbling softly at my lips 
before delving into the warm wet depths of my mouth. 
That made it a little better, a little easier to return 
his passion like I meant it. 

His hands were once again on my body, baring both 
breasts now, thumbing and pinching my nipples. They were 
like hard little pebbles and despite myself I could feel 
a dampness between my thighs. This was getting to be too 
much, I thought. I'm thinking of my girlfriend while my 
sister's boyfriend makes out with me. There was 
something very wrong with that picture. 

It got suddenly even more wrong when Brad finally worked 
his way fully on top of me, so that he was kneeling 
between my spread legs, his chest pressed to my 
unfettered breasts and his hands in my hair while he 
worked his tongue deeply into my mouth. I could feel him 
grinding, dry humping me like a teenager and I was 
repulsed by how quickly this was getting out of hand. 

I shook my head and pushed at him so that our kiss broke 
finally. I looked at him and tried to tell him I'd had 
enough, that I just wasn't in the mood tonight 
and...Well, he'd have to go now. 

Brad surprised me by nodding, "Yeah, sure Stacy, I 
understand." He frowned slightly and carefully, slowly 
got off of me, sliding back into the drive's seat. 

He hadn't sounded like he understood and I rolled my 
eyes as I fixed my dress, stretching the material to get 
my tits back where they belonged. I knew he was unhappy 
with the way the night had gone, and who could blame 
him? Maybe if I told him who I was, that he'd actually 
gotten to 2nd base with a lesbian he might feel better, 
I thought with an inward smile. Guys were like that; one 
guy I'd turned down 3 times for a date finally told me a 
lesbian was just a girl who hadn't met the right man. 
Yeah, right. 

Well, there just wasn't anything else I could do for 
Stacy, or for Brad. It was 10:30 already, we'd been 
sitting here half an hour and I knew it was getting too 
late to call Gina. I just wanted to take a bath and go 
to bed. I knew Saturday was going to be a long day when 
Stacy found out how I'd single handedly destroyed her 
relationship. 

"Good night Brad, thanks for a really nice evening." I 
tried to sound optimistic, but it sounded like a 'Dear 
John' letter the way I said it. I knew I'd never have to 
go out with him again, Stacy would, but Brad thought I 
was Stacy...So he didn't get my tone at all. 

Brad smiled weakly and kissed me on the cheek. "Sure, 
goodnight Stacy. I'll call you sometime, okay?" 

And that, I knew, meant 'Don't hold your breath' and 
Stacy was going to be royally pissed off at me. It was 
making me a little mad too, now that I was thinking 
about it. They'd been going out for months and one bad 
date and Brad's running away? What an asshole! He didn't 
deserve Stacy! The fact that Stacy was out doing God 
knew what with another guy at that precise moment didn't 
escape me totally. But she's my sister so, you know... 

And that was when I decided I couldn't let it end like 
that, no matter what I thought, Stacy did trust me to 
take care of her. If that meant making sure a numb nuts 
like Brad called her the next day, then I guess that was 
that. 

I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, I didn't have 
any kind of plan or anything. But I was sure something 
would come up; I'd just let him kiss me some more, maybe 
find a good movie on TV, something old and romantic and 
sure to put him to sleep. It sounds naive, I know, but 
at the time I was desperate. 

"Would you like to come in for a little bit Brad?" I was 
actually hoping he'd be mad enough to say no, tomorrow 
he'd feel guilty because I had offered and then he'd be 
sure to call back, apologizing for screwing everything 
up. Guys were so predictable, the only hard part was 
creating that perfect emotional peak for them to leap 
from. 

"Are you sure it's okay?" Brad sounded hurt but hopeful 
and it occurred to me that he might be playing me the 
same way. He'd certainly be better at it, although I had 
intuitive instinct on my side, Brad had experience. 
Yikes! See how my mind wanders... I know that you know 
that I know that... It gets ridiculous and in the end it 
didn't matter because 3 minutes later we were standing 
in the living room. 

***

To be continued soon I hope... Stacy comes home from her 
date with Richard to find her sister Darin giving her 
boyfriend Brad a blowjob in an effort to keep him and 
her sister happy. There is little understanding however, 
and Stacy keeps their roles reversed, watching with 
satisfaction when Brad eventually gives Darin her first 
real fuck... Much to Darin's dismay!

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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