Chapter 3
"You girls certainly are happy this morning," our mother was saying as she prepared our breakfast and we munched away at the corn flakes. "What's up today?"
We of course denied that anything was up, but I guess she was right, for we usually dragged ourselves to the table, and didn't wake up for at least an hour. Breakfast was always sort of a moody occasion, with mumbling instead of conversation. There we were, laughing, joking, and thoroughly enjoying life. Now that Sheila and I shared a wonderful secret, I guess it drew us closer than we had ever been.
Mother announced she was driving to Mendel!, to visit our grandparents, and inquired whether or not we .want to go. It was about a sixty mile drive, and usually took up the better part of the day. Although we dearly loved our grandparents, we didn't have anything in common with them, and just sat around their house bored stiff, trying to be polite, making small talk.
"Do we have to go?" I asked.
"No, of course not, but I do think they will be disappointed if you don't," mother said.
"Can't you tell them we went out on an outing with some friends, or something?" Sheila asked.
"Listen young ladies, I'm not going to tell lies to your grandparents. Labor Day is only a few weeks away, and I'll tell them you'll see them then. So, mark that on your calendar. For now, I'll just say you had other things to do.
"By the way, what are your plans for today? After you clean your room, and this kitchen, of course."
"I want to go over to the mall and get some cosmetics, and things." Sheila said it with a mouthful of cereal.
I just offered, "Nothing much."
"Well, whatever you do, be good," mother said. "I've got to get going or I won't get back in time to feed you in time. By the way, before your father left for work, he asked if one of you would hand deliver this envelope to Reverend Brody."
Mother's statement hit us like a bolt of lightening as she put a white envelope on the table. Reverend Brody was none other than Mark's father.
Both of us asked at the same time, "What's in the envelope?"
"I think it's an invitation for Reverend Brody to join your father's club. He's heard that Reverend Brody-likes to play golf, and he's being offered a free membership at the Maple Hill Club. Your father is proud of the fact he got the other members to agree to his suggestion."
"Wow, bet Mr. Brody will like that." I said.
"It's 'Reverend Brody, Ellen', " my mother corrected. "Now I've got to go." She walked over and kissed us goodbye, then left the house.
As soon as she was out the door, we both broke out in shit eating grins. Here was the perfect excuse for going over to the Brody's!
"What if he's not home?" I asked.
"Who, Mark, or his father?"
"Mark, you dummy," I said, "unless of course you've the hots for his father too."
At that, she playfully threw her napkin at me, missed, and jumped up. "Come on hot pants, let's get this damn place cleaned up," she commanded.
For the next hour or so, we cleaned up the kitchen, the bathroom, and our bedroom, and then ourselves. While in the shower, I had to use all of my self control not to finger fuck myself silly, for I was getting really worked up just thinking about Mark's big cock, and also the memory of my sister's hot tongue up there didn't help.
It was mid morning when we were both ready to descend on the Brody house. Being a nice warm summer day gave us the excuse to wear as little as possible. I was wearing my favorite shorts, and a halter top. Sheila picked out a tight fitting skirt, and an almost see-through blouse that showed off her boobs. We were as sexy as we could get without being obscene, and of course our makeup had been applied and analyzed fifty times or more.
When we rang the doorbell of the Brody house, we were both disappointed. Mrs. Brody answered the door. She was very matronly appearing, but extremely pleasant with a warm smile of welcome. She was much taller than our mother, and had Mark's brown eyes and wavy hair. She would have been the perfect no nonsense home room teacher in any school system. This lady went by the rule book. No wonder Mark was a bit reserved. He must have been held in line all of his life.
"Why, hello. Sheila, and Ellen, right?" she greeted and asked at the same time.
"Hello, Mrs. Brody." Sheila took the lead and did all the talking. I played the young shy sister.
"Our mother asked us to deliver this envelope to Reverend Brody," she announced as she held up the envelope.
"Oh, dear, Mr. Brody is over at the church office, but I'll be happy to give it to him when he comes home tonight."
I couldn't help thinking that it was okay for her to refer to her husband as "Mr. Brody", so why did my mother correct me and insist on the title of "Reverend". I made a mental note to bring this up to my mother.
"Will you please do that?" Sheila said, and passed her the envelope.
We were both greatly disappointed at not getting a glimpse at our sex idol, and were just turning to leave when she invited us to enter.
"Would you young ladies like to come in for a minute, and perhaps have a cup of tea with me? Mark is here too, and I'm sure he'd like to see you both."
Our faces must have lit up like a Christmas tree, as we rapidly mumbled our acceptance, and were ushered into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Mark, sitting at the table, tinkering with a digital wristwatch.
"Mark, dear, we've got company; Sheila, and Ellen are here."
Mark beamed his approval of our intrusion, and told us he was pleased to see us, and inquired as to the nature of our visit.
"Sit down girls," instructed his mother.
Mrs. Brody told him about the envelope we were delivering, and we repeated what our mother had told us about the contents. Both Mark, and his mother, said the good Reverend would probably gladly accept the invitation. Mrs. Brody went on to say her husband didn't relax enough, and this membership would do him the world of good, physically and mentally.
Mark was having trouble setting the date on his digital watch, but managed to accomplish the feat as we were drinking the tea Mrs. Brody prepared for us. As all this small talk was going on, Sheila and I were checking Mark out, and we were both disappointed in the fact that we couldn't see anything showing in his crotch. He was wearing faded jeans, and there was no indication that a big cock was being concealed under the fabric.
I caught Mark running his eyes over my body more than once, and he knew I was aware of his eyes roaming over my tits, because we exchanged "I know what you're doing" smiles.
I could feel my face getting flushed at the thought of this gorgeous blonde, brown-eyed hunk of muscles eating my pussy. Right there in front of his mother, I was imagining such as thing! I also wondered if it would feel as good as when Sheila did it. The way my sister was checking him out too, I could just imagine the thoughts in her head.
"Mark, maybe Sheila and Ellen would like to use the pool sometime."
Mrs. Brody's suggestion was pounced upon by her son, who quickly answered, "Sure, anytime. In fact, I was going to use it today."
The Brody's lived in what was referred to as the Parrish House, because it was church-owned. The last pastor had a large family, and the affluent congregation had installed an in-ground pool for them. We didn't have a pool, although about half the families in Canterville did.
"Wow, that would be terrific." It seemed as if I shouted the words.
"You wouldn't mind?" My sister's voice was filled with excitement too.
"Heck no," Mark said, "it would be nice to have company. Problem is, I don't think Mom has two swimsuits. and even if she does, they probably won't fit."
"Mark Brody, watch your tongue," admonished his mother. "The girls can trot home and put on their own suits. That is, if you want to, and if your parents wouldn't mind."
Mrs. Brody was quickly assured by us, that our parents would have no objections, and yes, we'd love to use the pool. After announcing that we'd be right back, we ran home, and I do mean ran.
Once inside our bedroom, we screamed with delight over our good fortune, and peeled off our clothes.
Sheila was sitting naked on the bed, getting ready to put her shapely legs into her suit when she shocked me by saying, "Do you think he's too big to get in here?" There she was, leaning back on the bed with her legs spread as far apart as she could get them. Both of her hands were holding the lips of her cunt apart, and I could plainly see the pink flesh inside. To use an expression of the day, she had a shit ass eating grin all over her face.
I recovered from the initial shock of her lewdness, which was so unlike her, and said, "I don't know, let's see if it's big enough."
Walking over to her outstretched legs, I peered into her cunt, shoved in a couple of fingers, and said, "Maybe, but it will be a tight fit.
"Do you really want him to fuck you?" I asked the question in amazement.
"No. I don't want to get knocked up either, but I'd like to fool around with him, and watch him shoot his stuff, like you did. Would you be jealous?"
"Not if you'd let me watch," I said, and we both knew Mark was to be shared property.
I pulled my fingers out of her hole, and licked them. "I wonder if he'll like the taste of you as much as I do?"
"I hope I get to find out today," she admitted.
Once back at the Brody residence, we went directly around back to the pool as instructed before leaving. Sure enough, Mark was already in the pool splashing around. The problem was, so wasn't his mother there! She was sitting by the pool reading a book.
"That didn't take long," Mrs. Brody greeted. "Jump in," shouted Mark, "last one in is a rotten egg."
I dove in immediately, but Sheila chose to go to the shallow end and enter slowly without getting her hair wet. She probably feel she'd be sexier and more appealing to Mark if she kept her hair dry.
We couldn't see Mark's crotch too clearly the way he was moving around, and twisting, but when we did get a glimpse or two at the groin area, it was obvious that the hunk of meat I jerked off was still there. Of course, it wasn't stiff; not in the presence of his mother but-none-the-less it was a turn on.
When Mark climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge of it with his feet dangling in the water, he had his back to his mother. We got a good look at his bulge this time.
Mark was wearing small, white, bikini type bathing trunks. Thinking back on it, it's a wonder his proper, puritanical mother, allowed him to wear it. Maybe she was too embarrassed to call attention to it, since he was sixteen. Anyway, the wet suit clung to his body, and showed the outline of his cock. Today he had it pointing diagonally upwards. Wisps of pubic hair stuck out just below the bulge of his balls.
Sheila swam over to me and whispered, "Fucking Christ! You weren't kidding sweetheart. What a delicious looking dong."
That was the first reference to eating him that either of us had made. The idea had crossed my mind, but I hadn't seriously considered it. Now I just laughed and splashed water at her.
Sheila swam over to me again, and said in a low voice, "You can even tell he's cut, I can't believe it."
"He's what?"
"He's cut?"
"Where?" Yes, I actually asked it. As I said before, I got most of my education from my sister.
"Circumcised, you dummy. The foreskin's cut off."
"How did you know?" I asked. "I'll tell you later."
That night in the privacy of our bedroom. Sheila explained how you could tell. She taught me that circumcised men usually showed a definite distinction between the head of their pricks and the shaft, that circumcision leaves the head exposed and a pronounced ridge where the cutting took place. She said that men with foreskin covering the head of their dicks just showed an overall smoothness, much like a cigar that tapers off on the end. Later on in life, I found this to be true.
Mrs. Brody arose from her chair, and called out to us. "Would you like some refreshments? How about a Coke, or sandwiches, or both?"
"Great," Mark shouted back. Just a Coke for me."
Sheila and I said, "Me too," almost in unison.
Mrs. Brody retreated through the back door of the house. Alone at last with Mark.
"You guys swim pretty good," he said. Then he added with a mischievous grin, "And, those suits are real sexy."
"Look who's talking about sexy suits!" Sheila shot back.
This time it was Mark's turn to color a little. Guess he wasn't used to a girl making a direct reference to his manhood. It was a brazen statement, but most true.
"Chalk one up for the pretty one," he smiled.
We made small talk about the coming school year, and how we were all dreading the thought of it, and yet looking forward to it.
"Mark, do you think your mother would mind if I used the bathroom?" Sheila asked.
"No, not at all. Better than doing it in the pool." At that, we all had to laugh, and Sheila climbed out, and trotted towards the house.
"I'm glad you came back," Mark admitted. He really seemed to mean it.
I mumbled a "Thank you" and asked, "Do you mind that Sheila came with me?"
"No, she seems to be as nice as you."
The compliment was appreciated, and I believed he wasn't just saying it to get into my pants.
"Did you tell your sister what we did?" The point blank question caught me off guard, and I stammered, "No, why should I?" I guess I lied because I didn't want to admit that I broke the promise I made to him.
"I don't know, it just seems that you two are very close, and might share everything."
I wondered if he had any idea that we wanted to share him. The first time he had more or less seduced me, and now I wanted to seduce him, the way I had seduced and ravaged my sister the night before.
"We're close, but not that close," I lied again.
"Did you bring her over here for protection today?"
"No, did you wear that suit in order to show Sheila what you've got too?" I gave him my most innocent smile as I asked the question.
"My, my, do I detect a hint of jealousy already? I gave it to you to play with, not to keep."
I was still hanging on to the side of the pool, looking up between his legs, and was watching the trunks grow before my very eyes.
"From the looks of it, you're in the mood to have someone play with it again."
We were both smiling as he said, "I sure am, but it's not possible today. Not with my mother home, and your sister around."
"'Guess you're right." I agreed because I couldn't figure out how to let him know there was nothing to fear from my sister, that she would be more that, willing to yank on that quivering shaft of meat. Besides, he was right. With his mother hanging around, there was no chance of squeezing the juice out of him.
"Ellen, will you do me a favor?" Again he had a mischievous smile and look on his adorable face. "What?"
"Show me some tit."
"Mark! You're crazy! Not here, not now."
"Why not? No one can see but me. You're back is against the house. Just slip one out, come on."
Looking over my shoulder at the house, I couldn't see anyone around, so I turned towards him and yanked down the top covering my left tit.
"Okay, hot pants?" I asked. I left it hanging out.
"Wow, you do have nice tits. The next time we get together I'd like to suck on them. Would you like that?"
"Sounds good to me." I had my mind made up that I'd like him to suck my cunt, but my boobs were as good a place as any for him to start.
"Have you ever had your tits sucked before?"
Again I lied, and told him no.
"Sheila's had her tits sucked," I volunteered
Maybe I was trying to tell him in my own way that she would be receptive to having him suck on her big nipples.
"Yea? By whom?" he wanted to know.
No way was I about to admit it was my mouth that sucked on her tits like a hungry baby.
"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me. We were talking about it one day, and she just said that someone did it, and it felt good."
"Did she have anything else done to her?"
"Boy, are you nosey. But according to her, the answer is 'no'. She hasn't even touched a guy; well, not the way I did to you."
"Do you think she was telling you the truth?"
"I don't know. Why are you so interested in Sheila?" He was now defensive.
"Just curious, that's all."
"It sounds to me like you've got the hots for her too. Am I too young for you?"
"Aww come on Ellen, don't get so uptight. You're only two years younger than I am, and with those tits," it was still hanging out, "how can I not be interested in them?"
"You just sounded like you'd make it with her in a minute if she'd let you, that's all."
"Hey girl, don't you know by now that it's only human nature for a guy to like girls. All girls. Nothing wrong with looking, as the old saying goes."
"Umm, umm," was my only coy response.
"Don't you check other guys out, the same way you've been checking me out? It doesn't mean you grab on to all of them."
He was right of course. I had been looking up and down, from his handsome young face, to his stiff beautiful cock, as I had done to other boys. But, so far, I had only touched him.
"Sheila's coming," he said quickly.
I pulled up my top, turned, and saw my sister running across the lawn to the pool. She came right over to our end of the pool, and extended the three Cokes she brought with her. She was standing directly over Mark, and couldn't help but notice his hard on.
I knew she saw it immediately, because she gave me a knowing look and a smile when she said sweetly, "Mrs. Brody asked me to bring these out. What have you two been up to?"
I looked down at Mark's crotch. He had quickly closed his legs, and crossed his hands over his prick which went limp right after he realized he was subject to discovery.
Mark mumbled, "Nothing much. Just wondering what was taking you so long."
"Oh yea, you wouldn't kid me now, would you? You really talked only about me? Why, I'm truly flattered Mr. Brody."
We chuckled because Sheila was trying to be so grown up with a bad Marilyn Monroe imitation. The fluttering of her eyelashes and the twist of her hips with both hands placed on them, made her look sexy, but not the vamp she was copying.
Mrs. Brody came out of the house and walked over to us. She asked, "Will you kids be alright if I leave for a little while? I'd like to go over to the hospital to visit a sick lady."
"Yea Mom, we'll be okay, don't worry. Who's sick?"
"Mrs. Anderson. You know, the lady who uses a walker and sits in the last pew every Sunday? Your father just called and asked if I had the time to look in on her. I don't think it's serious, but she has no one, and I think I really should go."
"Okay Mom, we'll be alright, no problem."
"Stay as long as you want to girls, but watch out you don't get sunburned. The sun is going to be very hot in a little while. Mark, give the girls some of my sunscreen."
I thought to myself, 'the son already got hot; her son!'. Instead, my sister and I reassured her that we would take precautions not to get bummed. Mark already had a nice tan, so he didn't have to worry about burning.
Mrs. Brody went into the house, and a few moments later came out, got into the Ford station wagon, and drove off.
"I'll get the lotion," Mark announced. Mom's right, we can't have you turning into lobsters." He got up and strode through the back door, leaving us alone to compare notes.
"He's even more beautiful than I thought," Sheila confessed. "What did you do to get him so excited while I was gone?"
"You saw it, "Jesus, how could I miss it. What a fucking telephone pole. It's amazing he didn't poke a hole through the bathing suit with it. What did you do, or say, to get it so friggin' hard?"
"Nothing much, just showed him some tit."
"You what?"
"I showed him my tit. He asked to see it, so I turned my back to the house, and had it hanging out when you came back. He was telling me he wanted to suck on it."
"Well, when he comes back, you let him do just that Little Sister."
"I don't think he'll do anything with you around. He asked me if I told you what happened the day I jerked him off, and I lied and told him 'no'. He seems to be afraid of you knowing anything."
"Why did you lie to him dummy?" Sheila was obviously annoyed with me.
"Because I didn't want him to know I broke my promise to him."
Then I told her the whole conversation, and she seemed pleased about the part when I told Mark she had her tits sucked on, but wouldn't tell me who did the sucking, and that nothing else happened. "Well, maybe that will convince him that he has nothing to be afraid of with me.
Then we quickly devised a plan to seduce our blonde Adonis.
"Here comes our tit sucker honey. It's only a matter of time now." Sheila said it with obvious glee.