Chapter 6
For the next few days, Celeste was silent and reserved around the house. Her parents wondered what was the matter with her, but when they asked her if something was bothering her, she always shook her head, and went into her room and closed the door to be alone.
Her parents weren't the only ones to notice that something was amiss with the formerly bright and lively young girl.
Her boyfriend, Jason, also sensed that there was something that Celeste wasn't telling him.
He called her on the phone to invite her out, but she kept refusing to see him. She made up different excuses, but in truth, she was just turned off to sex, and she didn't want to explain why to him. She knew that he would want to touch her like he always had. But somehow, right now, she didn't want to be pushed, didn't want to be urged. The memory of Kirk's fierce invading tool was still too strong in her memory.
Jason was at a loss.
He kept calling her up, hoping that he could find out what was going on with her.
One night, Celeste knew when she heard the phone ring that it would be Jason. She quickly went into her room and shut the door.
Pam answered it.
"For you, Celeste!" she called.
"I'm not home!" Celeste answered through the closed door.
Pam put her hand over the mouthpiece.
"It's Jason!" she hissed.
"I don't care!" was the sulky reply.
"Celeste!"
"Just leave me alone, would you! I don't want to talk to anyone tonight!"
Pam sighed, and then got back on the phone.
"I guess she doesn't want to talk to me, does she?" said Jason glumly on the other end of the line.
"Oh Jason, I'm sorry!" said Pam.
"That's OK. I just wish she'd tell me what was wrong. Ever since she went to New York, things haven't been the same. I can't figure it out. Do you think it's something I've done?"
"Oh no! I'm sure it isn't that?" she hastily reassured the boy. She had never met him, but he sounded so nice, and he seemed to be really concerned about Celeste.
"Then what is it?" he asked again in a low tone of voice.
Pam was really torn now. She wanted to tell him, both to quell his own doubts, and because he might have some notion of how to make Celeste feel good about sex again. She knew that her sister was crazy about him, and that if anyone could ignite her desire, he most certainly was the person to do it.
"Listen Jason, are you free at all tonight?" she asked in a whisper.
"Sure. Why?" he asked in a puzzled tone.
"Well, I'd like to see you for a little while if that's OK. Maybe then I can explain a few things to you about Celeste. But I'd rather do it in person, all right?"
"Sure, sure! What time are you free?"
"Oh, is nine all right with you?"
"Great."
"Good, I'll come and pick you up, all right?"
"OK. See you then Pam."
"See you." she said, and hung up the phone. She realized that she didn't have his address, and she wasn't really sure just what she was going to say to him, but she thought that it might do some good to have a talk with him. It certainly couldn't hurt.
At a quarter to nine, she took her mother's car, saying that she was going for a drive.
She went the ten miles to his house quickly, for the roads were empty and quiet. Slowing down when she got there, she was going to turn into the driveway and get out of the car, but she saw that a tall figure was waiting outside for her.
She rolled down the window, and the figure approached the car.
"Pam?" he said.
"Right. You must be Jason."
"Uh huh."
"Get in."
"Thanks."
She looked at him as he slid into the seat next to her. He certainly was a good looking guy. No wonder Celeste was so hot for him. He was tall, with, with thick, chestnut brown curls all over his head.
His eyes were warm and brown, and he had a kind of slow, engaging grin, that revealed his even, white teeth.
Evidently, he did sports of some kind, for he had a sleek, muscular grace to his body.
Pam judged that he was about her age, or maybe a little younger.
He was looking at her too, and thinking that his girl friend Celeste certainly had a nice looking sister.
Pam had been in a hurry to leave, so she hadn't had time to change, but her tight jeans emphasized the curves of her shapely hips, and long, elegant legs. She wore no bra under her rather tight green T-shirt, and so he was able to make out her full lovely tits with their wide nipples easily.
She smiled at him, and he smiled back, a slow, sexy smile.
They drove for a while in silence, and then she headed for a small, out of the way diner, where they might talk undisturbed.
Jason ordered pie and a big glass of milk.
Pam was amused by this, but said nothing. She herself had only coffee, and she drank it black.
Then, she told him the story of their week-end in New York leaving out the part about the three of them. There was no need for Jason to know that, and Pam wasn't about to tell him.
"The bastard! I'd like to kill him!" Jason exclaimed when the story was over.
"Yeah, he certainly is a creep! I know that Margo is going to do something, but I'm really not sure what."
He was thoughtful for a few minutes.
"Gee, that sounds like it was a pretty kinky scene, I mean, the three of you, and then those two guys. It must have been something!" he said, a mixture of awe and fear creeping into his voice.
"Well, I'm not sure I should have told you all of this, considering that I don't know you very well, but I felt so bad for you, and I'm a little worried about Celeste. It seemed to me that you are really concerned about her, and I know that she's pretty crazy about you, so I had hoped that things just might work out ..."
She smiled, and took his hand across the table as a gesture of friendship.
He blushed beet red, but didn't take his hand away from hers. It was just that she seemed so much older, and more sophisticated.
Seeing his blush, she grew puzzled.
"Is anything wrong?"
"No, no ..."
"Then why do you look so uncomfortable?"
"Pam, I've never really done it with a girl before!" he blurted out suddenly.
Pam wanted to laugh, but wisely restrained herself.
It was his earnestness that was so funny, not the content of the admission.
She took his other hand between her own.
"That's all right!" she soothed.
He looked down at the table.
"There's a first time for everything!"
"I wanted it to be Celeste!" he said, after a pause.
"Well?"
"But now, I don't think she'll ever go out with me again, let alone sleep with me. And she'd been really turned off by that guy. I wanted to be her first too, and make it really nice for her."
He looked so unhappy.
She put a hand under his chin, and lifted his face to see his eyes. There were unshed tears in them.
She found his distress curiously touching, and wanted to comfort him. She rubbed her hands along his cheek, still smooth to the touch.
He grabbed her hand, and kissed it fiercely.
She smiled and kept stroking his face.
The waitress came over, and gave them a check.
He took it before she could look at it, and hurried to get the money out of his pocket.
She said nothing, and let him pay for it.
They got into the car without a word.
She drove in the direction of his house, but before they got there, he put a hand over her arm.
"Stop here," he said indicating a secluded area a short distance from the road. She turned into it, and shut off the motor.
Then, she turned to face him.
He reached his arm over to caress her face, and awkwardly drew her into his arms.
She kissed him with a moist, passionate kiss, and locked her arms around his neck.
He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and he loved the feeling of her full, nearly naked breasts pressed tightly to his body.
She kissed his face, his nose, his eyes, his lips, and started working her way down to his smooth, hairless chest.
She sucked his nipples, and he let his hands explore the silky dark tresses of hair that spilled all over her back.
Then, she sat up, and pulled off the shirt she was wearing in a single, graceful movement.
He nearly swooned when her big, ripe breasts bounced out. His hands cupped them.
They filled his grasp entirely, and he kneaded them gently.
Her eyes closed, and she began to sigh softly.
She unzipped her jeans, and wiggled out of them.
He gazed with wonder at her naked, inviting form.
She reached over and started to help him off with his clothes. His shirt slid off, revealing his smooth, muscled chest, and strong young arms.
His dick was already erect, and straining against his jeans. It burst forth as she unzipped them.
Taking the long shaft into her hands, she rubbed it a little before bending over to suck on its slightly wet tip that oozed with the glistening dew of precome.
She sucked it up like a kitten with its cream.
"AAAHHHH!" he sighed at the first electric touch of her tongue on his manhood.
She continued to suck, drawing the entire shaft deep into her throat.
His legs opened, to permit her closer to his throbbing member. She took his balls, nearly hairless, into her hands, and rubbed them sensuously as she sucked.
She could feel his excitement growing, and she didn't want him to come too quickly, so she sat up, and wiped her mouth.
He leaned over, and began to kiss her greedily.
Pam threw her head back, and slid down on the seat of the car. There wasn't much room, so she ended up by sticking her feet out of the window.
The scent of her wet, spread cunt made him want to faint with desire. He gave it a long, hot lick, and then, he placed the tip of his throbbing shaft near its entrance.
He seemed to be having a little difficulty, so Pam reached her nimble hands down, and guided his dick into the steamy tunnel of her pussy.
It, went in easily, for she was wet and juicy.
"Oh God, oh God!" he moaned as the slick shaft was consumed by the tight, wet love canal.
He buried his face in her upturned breasts, sucking first one nipples and then the other.
She swiveled her hips slowly, to give him the idea.
He was a fast learner, and he began to pump, moving in and out of her body with long, slow strokes.
She liked the pace, and the glittering, electric friction that was produced by the pressure of his pubic bone against her erect clitoris.
Wrapping her arms around him, she grabbed his ass, and pressed him further and further into her body.
She began to moan softly, delighting in the sensations that she was experiencing.
"Am I hurting you?" he whispered anxiously.
"God no! It's wonderful!" she gurgled with pleasure.
He kept pumping then, loving the slick, wet feeling of her cunt as it gripped his cock in a loving embrace.
Her arms moved along his back, and through the soft cloud of his hair.
His tongue sought her mouth, and then her ear, driving into each orifice like another tiny, erect prick.
Pam could feel the spasms of her orgasm begin, like the steady rustling of the wind through the trees. She surrendered to the feeling, and waited for it rise up in her, carrying up, up and far away from earth.
"OOOOH!" she shuddered, and bit his hard young shoulder as she came.
The sudden convulsive gripping of her vaginal muscles produced new and more intense feelings of sexual frenzy in the boy, and he pumped vigorously.
Before her moan had died on her lips, he had come too, depositing the shooting rush of his seed deep within her womb.
They lay entwined for some time, neither one of them caring to move.
He looked dreamily into her eyes.
"Pam, that was wonderful!" he said.
"I know!" she agreed.
But as wonderful as it was, it still left the problem of Celeste unresolved.
Pam really thought that Jason was a lovely, sensitive boy, and she wondered how she could get her baby sister interested in him again.
Maybe there was a way ...
They got dressed, and she drove him back to his house.
"I'll be in touch, OK?" she said as he got out of the car.
"Please do!" he urged, and gave her a parting kiss through the window.
She drove off, absorbed in her own thoughts.
Saturday night, Celeste and Pam's parents were driving down to the city to see Margo, and so the two of them would be left alone.
Pam was busy scheming away, trying to think of a way to bring Jason and Celeste back together again.
Although the boy was hot for her, he really was still hooked on Celeste, and was anxious to be reunited with her once again.
Celeste was still aloof and sullen.
Pam was the only she would talk to, but even Pam couldn't get her to really open up, and discuss things.
Their parents left around four in the afternoon, amid many kisses and hugs. They said they would probably spend the night in a hotel, so the girls shouldn't wait up for them.
As soon as they left, Celeste went up to her room, as she had been doing for the past couple of weeks.
Pam got on the phone, and was about to call Jason with her latest idea, when all of a sudden, she heard the door open.
She thought that it was her father, coming back to tell her something of vital importance like to make sure the door was locked when she went to sleep, or to shut the oven off. Dad was always a bit of a worrier, especially when he was leaving them alone for a night.
Pam smiled fondly, and she went into the hallway to reassure him that she and Celeste would be fine while he was in the city.
"Hi Pammy!" said a deep, resonant voice.
"Tommy!" said Pam, and raced into his outstretched arms.
Tom was then older brother, the only boy in the family in fact. He was two years older than Margo, and lived in New Mexico, so they didn't see him all that often.
"What are you doing here?" she said when he released her.
"Oh, I had to be in New York, and so I decided to pop by for a little surprise visit.
"Mom and Dad are in the city tonight!" she said, knowing they would be sorry if they missed him.
"That's OK. I'll stay until Monday morning."
She looked at his tall, handsome form. He, like Celeste, was blond, and his golden hair had been bleached by the strong New Mexico sun. She saw too that he was deeply tanned, which made his green eyes glow and sparkle in his face.
"It's so good to see you!" she said, and gave him another hug.
"And it's so good to see you!" he said, squeezing her tightly.
He looked her up and down, taking in her supple form, with the big, ripe breasts, and her long, soft dark hah.
"You look wonderful, Pam, really wonderful. You're quite the woman these days, aren't you?" he said with pride.
She smiled, looking up at him.
"How's Celeste?" he said, peeling off his soft, buttery smooth brown suede jacket and tossing it on the table that stood in the hall.
"Oh, she's OK." Pam said hastily, and was about to change the subject.
"Hey, hey, what's going on here, anyway?" he said.
"What do you mean?"
"What's up with Celeste?"
"Tom, what are you talking about?"
"Quit it, Pam, I can tell that something's wrong just by that tone in your voice!"
Pam realized that once he took a look at Celeste, he would know for sure that something was wrong, and that she might as well tell him now. Besides, he might have some good advice.
"Come in here and sit down," she urged, leading him into the kitchen.
She put up the water for coffee, and then she sat down beside him at the table.
"You see Tom, it's like this ..."
He said nothing while she told him the whole story, this time not leaving out the details of her involvement with Margo, and then with Celeste.
A muscle twitched in his cheek when she told him about Kirk, but still, he was silent.
She came to the ending.
"So that's what's been going on, Tom. And I really don't know what to do with her any more. Maybe you have some ideas?"
"In fact, I think I do. But let me go and see her first."
"She's upstairs."
They mounted the staircase together, and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" said Celeste.
"Celeste, there's a surprise here for you!" called out Pam gaily.
"I don't want to see him!" she said.
"See whom?"
"Jason!!"
"Who said that Jason was here?" boomed Tom.
The door opened instantly, and Celeste rushed into the arms of her older brother.
"Tommy!" she shouted, and covered his face with kisses.
"Good to see you, pussycat!" he said, ruffling up her long, honey blonde hair as he hugged her.
"What are you doing here?" she squealed.
"Just wanted to come and pay all of you folks a visit!"
They all went downstairs together.
Pam noted that Celeste was in a very good mood.
After a while. Tom announced that he was very hungry, and that he wanted to treat them both to dinner. Celeste agreed instantly, but he caught Pam's eye, giving her a subtle but clear message.
"I think that I'll stay home. I have a lot of homework to do. Why don't you and Celeste go out together, and I'll see you both later, OK?"
"Are you sure, Pam?" asked Celeste.
"I'm sure," she said, giving her brother a long look.
She didn't know what he was up to, but she trusted him completely.
They left, and Pam went upstairs.
Once alone, Celeste grew a little shy with her brother. His questions seemed so pointed, and so probing.
And, after all, she hadn't seen him in a long time, either, so she was a little bit unfamiliar with him.
They drove to the restaurant in silence.
Tom ordered a bottle of wine, and offered a glass to his sister. She accepted it with pleasure.
After the second glass she began to loosen up.
By the time they were through with dinner, she had completely relaxed.
He sensed the time had come to bring up Kirk.
"So, did you have a nice birthday this year?" she said.
"Very nice," she lied, looking down at the table and studying her linen napkin as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
"You spent it in New York with Margo and with Pam, right?" he urged.
"Uh huh," she said, her voice quivering.
"What did you do?"
"Oh Tommy!" she said with a wail, and burst out crying.
He paid the check quickly, and gathered her into his arms, leading her out of the restaurant and hurrying her into the car.
She cried most of the way home.
The house was dark.
Maybe Pam had gone out, or gone to bed.
Tom ushered her into the den, not bothering with the light.
"Now tell me the whole story!" he said when they were alone and seated on the small loveseat.
So she did.
"What a bastard!" her brother said.
Celeste just sniffled, rubbing her face against his shoulder.
"He was a really brutal man, Celeste, and I'm sorry he did that to you. But the worst thing for you would be to believe all men are like that."
She still said nothing.
"Not all men will hurt you, honey. You just were unlucky that time."
He was stroking her hah with a soft caressing motion as he spoke to her.
"You wouldn't do that to someone, would you?" she asked.
"No, I wouldn't. If a girl didn't want to be with me, well then, I would just take her home, or whatever. I don't want a girl who doesn't want me."
"But I'll bet that lots of girls want you!" she said, pressing her sweet little face to his chest.
He chuckled.
"Well, yes, I guess they do!" he admitted.
"That's because you're nice to them, and you make them feel good, right?" she said.
"Uh huh."
"Do you touch their hair, like you're touching mine now?"
"When it's pretty like your, yes, I do."
"You think I have pretty hah?"
"I do."
"Do you think I'm pretty, Tom?"
"Very pretty Celeste!" She smiled.
"Touch me some more. But touch me nicely, OK?"
He stroked her face, and let his hands wander down to her neck.
She closed her eyes, and leaned her head against the couch.
He touched her shoulders, and the soft white space of her inner arms.
She looked so relaxed, almost drugged by his touch.
He kept petting her, and from time to time his hand would brush against one of her firm young tits.
Very softly, he undid the buttons, and ran his hand lightly up and down her white, silky torso.
She just smiled, letting his hands do exactly as they pleased.
He started to rub her tits then, lightly at first, until he saw that her nipples were getting stiff from his touch.
"Take your bra off, Celeste," he said.
She obeyed without a word.
His mouth bent down, and drew the tender young nipple in between his lips. He sucked on it gently, delighting in her fresh young flesh.
His other hand was busy with her thighs, teasing the soft inner flesh that was on either side of her dewy young cunt.
She quivered, responsive to every touch, every caress.
He slid his hand into her panties, and probed the delicate lips of her vagina.
She hadn't had anyone touch her since she had been with Kirk, and without realizing it, her whole body stiffened.
"Just relax, Celeste, you know that I won't hurt you," he said.
He took off the rest of her clothing, and then he rid himself of his own garments.
Her body was white and shining, and he drew her into his arms for a soft, fluttering kiss.
He was careful to be tender, and to wait for her body to respond to his touch.
She was eager now, though, and pulled him closer as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth.
Her nipples were two tiny diamonds by now, and he reluctantly drew his hands away from them to attack her cunt once more.
"Lie down on the sofa." he instructed.
She did as she was told.
He ran his hands along the inner surface of her legs, tracing slow, sinuous patterns with the tips of his fingers.
She quivered in heated anticipation.
He reached her pussy.
"Spread your legs Celeste. Show me your cunt."
His delighted eyes drank in the rosy pink and gold cunt, with its tender little lips that were just dripping and pouting with pleasure. Like a mouth, they were begging for a kiss.
He wasn't about to deny them that.
He drank deeply of her fragrant juices, and licked the whole surface of her pussy.
She sighed and trembled as his tongue covered every inch of her tender skin, and she bit her lip as she felt him gliding up and up inside of her.
"Oh Tom!" she cried softly.
He continued to lick her pussy, watching with pleasure how the little clitoris turned from rose to red to deep scarlet as he chewed on it.
She was clawing at the pillows, and her breath came in little choked gasps.
His hands played with her ass cheeks, squeezing the firm, white globes as he lapped her exposed cunt.
He felt the violent trembling of her orgasm, and he increased the speed of his movements.
Over and over his tongue flicked on her hot clit, and within seconds, she was shaking like
He continued to eat her until the last spasms died away.
Then, he slowly positioned himself on top of her body.
His prick was huge, and aching for release. He rubbed it against the smooth inner surface of her thigh, and drew her hands down to play with his balls.
He kissed her lips as he rubbed against her.
Celeste's eyes opened wide in terror.
"Please don't, Tom!" she begged.
"I really would like to, and I think that you're going to like it too!"
"Please, please!" she said, her eyes awash with tears.
"OK, baby, if you don't want it, I won't do it!" he said.
Relief flooded through her.
"Thank you, thank you!" she said, and began to rub his cock in earnest.
He kissed her passionately as she rubbed, and from time to time, the tip of his penis would press against the entrance of her cunt.
The lips grew raw and swollen, and she noticed a fierce tingling in her twat.
Without relaxing it, she drew the tip of her brother's penis into her pussy.
He gently slid it in, and soon, he began to pump in and out of her hot box.
She loved the feeling of his dick inside of her! He didn't hurt her at all! The sensation of the fat tool stroking the blood engorged lips of her vagina filled her with intoxicating lust, and by the time he had shot his steaming spunk into her, she had come several more times, screaming like a cat each time she climaxed.