Chapter 17
Following my beautiful session with Mike, I discovered myself falling more and more in love with him.
After that evening I found out that I wasn't really interested in Stan or anybody else.
I began putting Stan off so often that he was getting extremely flustered as time went by.
On one occasion, when he happened to run into me at school, he was fit to be tied.
The last class had ended for the day, and he walked up toward me with a determined expression on his face.
"How about going for a ride with me?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Stan, but I can't make it."
"Can you ever make it?" his voice rose sharply.
"I wish you wouldn't shout."
"It's enough to make any guy shout. Just what the hell is with you anyway, Susan?"
"Nothing's wrong with me."
"I don't see it that way. You know, you've been doing nothing but giving me the run around lately. I don't like it. Here I get hung-up on you, and this is my reward."
"I'm very sorry, Stan. I'm not trying to hurt you. I can assure you of that."
"It's that brother of yours. You seem to be around him all the time. What's with you two anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm beginning to wonder if you're some kind of a pervert," he exploded.
"How dare you," I said. "Shut up, Stan. You've got a filthy mouth."
"I've got an accurate mouth. That must be it. You two must have something going."
"You've got a very vivid imagination. Besides, I don't think Mike would like to hear about your bad-mouthing."
"I think I'm telling the truth. Yes, your re-action proves it. So that's what it is. I had a hunch and the hunch was getting stronger and stronger. Now I know the score between you two."
"I said shut up."
"Sure, I'll shut up. You won't go out with me. I guess I know why. You're hung-up on your own brother."
"That's a damn lie."
"Is it?"
He smiled a sickening smile, then stalked away.
I hadn't realized until after he left just how upset I had become. My face had turned white, and my jaw had dropped. He had really shocked me by making his disclosure.
I told myself that it was no more than sour grapes, and that since he couldn't have any inside information, I didn't have anything to worry about.
During the course of the next few days, I did my best to shrug off Stan's biting comment.
I kept pursuing Mike, but we didn't have an opportunity to get together until the night that my folks always went out and played cards.
I told Mike that afternoon that we ought to get together in the evening, and he told me he was all for it.
"I'll get my studying done now, so we can play later," he smiled, reaching out and patting me on the forehead.
That evening, shortly after my folks went out, he knocked on my door.
"You can come on in the bedroom," he said. Before I left my room, I removed my clothes, then my panties and bra.
I sauntered across the hall, feeling great. There was nothing that could beat the feeling of joy I received at the prospect of fucking my handsome brother.
He was lying in the middle of his bed, stroking his long cock proudly, awaiting my emergence.
"Come on in, play with this," he said. "Take it away from me."
"It has been awhile since I've had a chance to go down on your prick," I grinned. "This is the perfect opportunity."
"It sure is. Go to work, darling."
I grabbed the tip of his hard cock with my right hand, jerking up and down it, and as my fingers did their work, I slipped the fingers of my left hand against his balls.
The two-way action caused him to become immediately excited, just as I anticipated it would.
Once his body began to sway under the impact of my finger sensations, I looked up at him and smiled.
"Just wait, the best is yet to come," I told him.
"I know. You're gonna suck me."
"I'm gonna bury my tongue against your cock."
"That sounds pretty good."
"It looks like you've got plenty of juice in there from the way that your balls are inflating."
"I do, and you're just the girl who can bring every bit of that juice out of me."
I began tugging more quickly than before, letting my fingers race up and down his entire mammoth dick. While my fingers circulated over his cock, I permitted the fingers of my other hand to work around his balls.
Back and forth I kept up the dramatic pace, and all the while I was moving him ever closer to the point at which I would begin the sucking.
I maintained the steady finger flow for the next few minutes, after which I decided that it was time for me to put my tongue to work on his rod.
I slipped my anxious red tongue over the tip of his pecker, working my tongue slowly and smoothly. While I registered consistent impact with his long dick, I reached out and toyed with his balls with my right hand.
My fingers worked fervently, and my tongue was pressing ever so eagerly against the head of his silky penis.
I confined my activities to the head of his rod for a few minutes, then began to work my way gradually along the length of his entire organ.
Up and down I sucked with great rapidity, letting my head bob as I kept up the pace. I liked the way that things were going, and knew that it wouldn't be long before he would explode. There was no conceivable way for him to maintain himself for any length of time, considering the pressure that I was generating with my tongue.
A few heated strokes later, I let the fingers of both hands press against his balls ever so firmly. And all the while I kept up the sucking, driving my tongue up and down his long rod.
"Eat my cock," he gasped, "keep your tongue working."
The hot activity reached its ultimate point of impact.
His whole body gave way and he heaved a loud sigh as his legs shook and the spurts of hot white juice materialized out of the end of his long dick.
I drained his cock dry quickly, going after the elusive juice, gobbling on the end of his sizeable pecker.
Just as I was releasing my tongue from his cock, I heard him give out with a startled grunt.
"What's wrong, honey?" I asked.
I looked up and watched him pointing toward the door.
The moment that I turned around I got the shock of my life. I observed my father standing in the doorway, his fists clenched.
"My God, I don't believe it," he said. "That irresponsible punk that you go to school with, Stan. He mentioned something about this. He saw me today. The young punk was practically in tears. He said he was sure you were doing something with your brother. I practically belted him. But he kept insisting. Oh, no, I said, my little girl wouldn't do anything like that, and my son is too much of a gentleman and loves his sister too much to ever get involved like that. It shows how much I knew."
He walked slowly toward the bed, reaching out and grabbing Mike by the left arm.
He yanked Mike roughly from the bed.
As Mike hit the floor, my father reached down and grabbed him by the arms, picking him up.
As Mike stood stiffly on his feet, his whole body trembling fearfully, my father reached out and slapped him three times across the face.
"You lousy crumb," he said. "You make me want to puke, You both do."
My father turned away, then sat down in a chair in the corner of the room.
He ran his fingers through his rapidly greying hair. He had aged quite a bit in the last few years, and no doubt the discovery he had just made would age him some more.
"I even made up an excuse to come home," he shook his head. "I promised your mother I'd be right back. I naturally didn't tell her any-thing about Stan's suspicions. No, I didn't think that there was any foundation to any of this. I was coming back here just to prove myself right. That shows just how much I know. I feel like throwing both of you out of the house for good."
"Don't get too upset, Dad," Mike said, sobbing bitterly. "At least don't blame Susan. It was all my fault."
"Oh, no, it wasn't," I shook my head emphatically. "If anything it was my fault, Dad. Mike didn't want to get involved. He told me right from the beginning that he thought it was wrong. But I talked him into it. If you're gonna blame anyone, blame me."
"This time I'll believe both of you," Dad said bitterly. "I'll believe you both because you're both telling the truth in one sense. You both were responsible. That's I'm sure the way it really was. My God, I couldn't tell your mother about this. It would just crush her. But I'll tell you one thing. You'd better both start toeing the mark. I never expect to find out about anything like this again. That goddamned little punk Stan. He figured it all out. And I didn't think he was any good at all."
Mike and I looked at each other. I couldn't stand to look over at my father, who was staring in my direction.
He got up and paced the floor several times, then walked toward the door.
He opened the door and took one last look inside "the room.
"I suggest that both of you occupy your time doing other things, like studying," he said. "The next time that I catch you in a compromising position like this, there's no telling what I'm liable to do. Don't be surprised if I strangle both of you. It crushes me that much. I did my best to raise you right, and your mother has done her best, too. Good God, this is the most sickening thing I've ever seen."
He stalked angrily out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I burst into unrestrained tears. I hadn't wanted to ever hurt my father, but I had certainly done so in this instance.
My lusts had run away with me. It was my fault as I saw it. Even though Mike had weakened, if it hadn't been for me constantly seducing him, gradually weakening him at every point, we never would have gone to bed together.
I was only sorry that I hadn't been on the receiving end of my father's angry slaps. If anybody had deserved them, I had. But instead poor Mike bore, the brunt of them, and had been willing to assume the responsibility for everything.
"Don't cry, sis," he said, putting a comforting hand on my right shoulder. "Perhaps this is a valuable lesson we can learn from. Some-times you just have to say no, no matter what your sex instincts tell you."
That was about the only moral that I was capable of discerning from the whole episode at that point. My mind was too disturbed for me to even think.
In the weeks that followed that powerful period of discovery, Mike's words appeared more valid than ever.
No matter how enticing certain sexual relationships might appear to be, if the ultimate cost is too high then one just has to say no.