Chapter 5

His mother's car was not there when he pulled into his drive. His heart began to pound as he ran into the house. Brenda was there. She arose slowly from the couch, her face a mixture of joy and fear. Brent's eyes swept over her and his loins began to boil immediately.

He held out his arms and she came slowly into them. As he folded them about her she began to shiver. "Brent," she whispered, "do you think we should do-this?"

"It'll be all right, honey." His throat was dry. "It's something we've wanted to do for a long time. It's all right."

Her arms went about him and she pressed herself tightly to him. He felt the twin mounds of her breasts beneath the loose blouse. At the same moment she became aware of the hard bulge against her thigh.

"Take your clothes off, Brenda," he commanded thickly.

"Brent," she began.

"Do as I say, Brenda. Mom won't bother us this time."

She began to unbutton her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. She was watching him as she unzipped the skirt and let it slide away. She unfastened the brassiere and held the cups in place for a moment before letting it fall. She shoved the panties away and stood before him as she had done so often before. He was seeing her body for the first time.

Without removing his eyes from her ripe young body he quickly stepped out of his own clothes. Her eyes settled on the lunging shaft and she knew this time there was no turning back.

The twin points of fire from her nipples seared into his chest as he gathered her into his arms again. She moved one leg aside and permitted the swollen organ to rise between them until she was straddling it.

"Why have you changed your mind after so long, Brent?" She nibbled at his ear.

"One time you said it was so big you didn't see how I could get it all into a girl. I decided I wanted to show you how it was done."

"Show me, Brent. Show me now," she whispered.

"Not yet, honey. You also asked me if some boys liked to lick a girl down there. You didn't believe it so now you'll see."

She pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. "You mean you want to kiss me down there? You don't have to."

"I want to, crazy." He brought his lips to hers and after a few timid jabs she pushed her tongue between his teeth and explored the cavity of his mouth. The heat was fast consuming them both as their passion, which had been suppressed for so long, suddenly burst forth.

"Show me, Brent. Show me."

He lowered her to the floor before the flickering television and a popular singer crooned to them as his seeking mouth found her moist, sweet slit. As his tongue darted between the lips and touched her on that sensitive point her legs fell away and she raised her pelvis eagerly to his face.

Just as the singer was concluding his song she cried out her pleasure as her body shook in the throes of her orgasm. Brent did not stop and he quickly sent his sister to the peak of ecstasy again. As she came back to rest he pulled himself up over her and lowered his throbbing shaft into the opening his mouth had just vacated.

He felt about and found the open and ready tunnel to her womb and slid easily into the foaming hole. He began to shove mightily at her as if trying to do an impossible submersion of his entire being. As he felt his testicles bumping against her he placed his lips to her ear. "It's all the way in."

She could do nothing but moan at the delightful fullness she was experiencing. She threw her legs up over him and began to move with him. Together they went to the peak and beyond.

As Brent felt the hot froth bubbling in his loins in preparation of spurting forth he stopped his motion and let the impending climax die. When the dangerous moment had passed, at her urging, he began again. They rode seemingly forever together. Finally when she could stand no more he rushed to completion. He withdrew and sent the thick spurts onto the stain-proof carpet. There it lay, in a yellow-seeded puddle of milky fluid for them to clean up.

He rolled wearily onto his back and they watched the stalk wilt. She got up and lowered herself over him until a taut pink nipple hovered above his lips. "Poor baby," she crooned softly, "feed and regain your strength."

He lapped the nipple about until she withdrew it and offered the twin. He pulled and kissed at this one until she was shaking wildly. His hand found the first one again and began to roll the button roughly between thumb and fingers. Her hand slipped down across his stomach and found the deflated shaft. As her fingers moved it about it began to expand again.

When it stood stiff and straight she raised herself and threw her leg across his hips to straddle him. As she hovered above him he saw the gaping pink slot with its fleshy orifice posed to swallow the stalk. She lowered herself until it had been entirely drawn in. Brent watched the muscles in her calves ripple as she arose and lowered again and again.

He reached up and gathered her breasts into his big hands. As he teased the nipples her gliding motions became faster. In order to prolong his climax he switched his attention again to her rippling calves. Finally he caught her on a downstroke and held her still until the moment passed. He enjoyed the look of bliss on her face as she began to rise and fall again.

He was watching her firm breasts quiver and jiggle with each collision and enjoying the suction on his shaft each time she drew upward. The slurping sound became more pronounced when she climaxed and added more fluid to lubricate the friction caused by her motion. Brent felt his own moment of release rising rapidly to the explosion and he gave her the warning. She gave a number of filial bounces before she disengaged herself and stood over him as he tried to keep the spurting fluid in one small area.

She dropped to his side and they lay for a long time, still nude, as the early movie began. Brent rolled toward her and placed a finger on a soft collapsed nipple. As he traced his finger over it he saw it pucker into a kissable nub.

"Brenda, how long have you been having relations with other boys?"

"Why do you ask that, Brent?" She met his eyes and tried to read his thoughts. "They don't mean anything to me."

"I don't mean to pry or tell you it's a no-no thing. I'm just wondering how long you've been doing it." He smiled thinly.

"All right, if it's that important to you, I'll tell you. The first time I really let a boy shove it into me was last March. I've played around, necking and kissing and letting them feel it and put their fingers in it, but no prick until last spring."

"Oh, come on now, Brenda. Tell the truth."

"It's the truth, Brent, I swear." She met his stare. He knew it was true.

"Why, Brent, why did you want to know? You couldn't be jealous."

"No, that's not it. I just wanted to know how long you've been putting it out. How many times have you done it and how many different guys?"

She sighed and ran a finger along his jaw. "Only three boys have ever gone the limit with me. My steady boyfriend has done it about a half-dozen times and one of the boys in my class did it last March. You're the third one, and the best," she added. She let her hand drop to the limp staff and as her fingers traced the knob it began to stir.

"Brenda, the only reason I asked about that is because I don't want you to ever get pregnant. It would kill mom if you did. She loves you that much, so make those guys use rubbers or something for her sake, and mine too."

He placed his hand on her pubic area and permitted a. finger to slip between the lips of the slippery furrow. "If anyone ever shoves a little bastard in there I'll kill him. You'll wish you were dead too when you see what it does to mom. Some guys just don't give a damn if a girl gets pregnant or not. Please be careful, Sis."

With that warning whispered savagely into her ear he stood up and was surprised that he was almost fully erect. Brenda lay on the floor and watched him debate whether he should seek his release one more time or not. He decided against it. "Let's get the carpet cleaned up and take a bath before we go out."

"Where are we going?" She arose slowly from the floor.

"I'm taking you out to eat. After all that sex I'm starved."

Brenda padded from the room and returned with a bottle of rug shampoo and a sponge.

Brent watched her breasts sway and jiggle as she cleaned the mess from the carpet. "I wonder what mom would do if we forgot to clean up this stuff and she came in with the room smelling like come sprayed all over the place," she giggled.

"I'd tell her I jacked myself off."

"Oh, how sweet of you to cover for me." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "My hero."

He smacked her sharply on her bare rump as she left the room. Brent had not told his sister where they were going to eat but he had a reason for his'plan. A good friend of their mother's owned a restaurant and Brent had been amazed the first time he had seen Harry Lamb. After his mother's confessions he now knew who the man was. He had to be Brenda's father. A number of times when the three of them had eaten in the restaurant together he remembered the attention the man had displayed toward Brenda. He wanted to see Harry Lamb again.

They bathed each other and dressed slowly, making comments on pet habits each possessed. Finally they left and Brent helped her into his car. He hoped no one was watching them from one of the nearby homes. Nosy neighbors could give them some trouble.

He parked the car on the parking lot of the restaurant and they went in. They were hardly inside the door when a joyous shout came to them. "Brenda, Brent, how are my favorite kids?" Brent was aware the man's attention was directed at his sister. The resemblance was there. They had the same chin and nose, the laughing eyes beneath the same forehead. He was ruggedly good-looking and still in fine physical shape.

"Hi Mister Lamb." Brent smiled warmly.

The man gave him a mock look of displeasure. "My boy, I have told you I want you to call me Harry. You call me Harry and I'll call you Brent, okay?"

"Sure Harry, I forgot."

The man stepped between them and placed his arms about their shoulders. "Come, I can tell you kids are hungry. Everything is on me. You order what you want and tell the girl, no check because Harry says so. How's your mother?"

"She's fine, Harry. She works all the time."

"Ah yes, that's your mother. A very fine woman who has raised two fine children. Go eat." He pushed them gently toward the huge dining room. A girl in a white waitress' smock came toward them.

"You take care of them," Harry jabbed his finger at her. "And do not give them a bill. They're my friends." He squeezed Brent's arm and patted Brenda on the cheek, then he was gone.

"Hi, Charlotte," Brenda said to the girl.

"Hi, Brenda, Brent. Table for two?"

She led them to a table and gave them each a large menu. While they selected their meal she went to bring them water, napkins and silverware. Brent became aware of the girl standing very close to him. The waitress' dress had been designed to show her figure at its best. She was very pretty and he liked her smile.

"Steak," Brenda said and handed her the menu. "Well done."

Brent gave her his and smiled back. "Same here."

As the girl moved away Brenda placed her hand on his arm. "Charlotte's got her eye on you, big brother." She was smiling.

"Harry told her to take care of us. I wonder what she'd do if I asked for some?"

"You better not," Brenda hissed softly at him.

"Why not?"

"I'd be embarrassed if she laid her ass up here on our table." They both laughed. He began to glance about the room. There was one young woman seated a few tables away that caught his attention. She was wearing a rather short dress that had slid even higher. He could see the darker band where her pantyhose concealed her charms.

"I got to go to the little girl's room," Brenda said, getting up. "Keep your hands off Charlotte until I get back." She moved away.

Brent let his eyes swing back to the young woman. He was not aware of the girl's return until he heard her voice at his shoulder.

"So you're a leg man."

Quickly recovering he grinned, "Also breast, hips, hair and-" He let the rest trail away as her lips formed a small O of understanding. She leaned close as she pretended to rearrange his napkin.

"The boss wants me to give you anything you want. I obey orders. You want it, you get it-even if it's not on the menu."

Their eyes met and he grinned slowly. She returned his smile. "I'm off at eight. There's a back door fronting the alley and I always leave here at a quarter after eight. I have my own place."

She moved away as Brenda returned. She dropped into her chair and leered at him, "I bet you made a date with her."

Brent patted her hand. "I'm a big boy now."

Their steak came and they ate hungrily. Finished, Brent sat back and patted his stomach. "Boy, that was just what I needed."

"Brent, it's still early. Let's go to a movie."

He was ready to agree when he saw the girl pass to wait on a table. "You said you bet I had a date with the waitress," he reminded her.

"Do you, really?"

"Sort of. Tell you what I'll do. I'll take you by your girl friend's house and treat you both to a movie, okay?"

She thought for a moment, "Okay."

Brent picked up the girl and dropped them at the movie. Then he drove home to prepare for his date. The things he and Brenda had done that afternoon crossed his mind and he found himself getting an erection. He smiled to himself.