The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts

by Lubrican

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Chapter Twenty-one

Suzie and Melanie were in the kitchen making supper. Tiffany's wails had driven Suzie from the living room, and into the kitchen, where Melanie had already taken refuge. The closing of Tiffany's door made Suzie turn, and she saw Bobby cross her line of vision. He was going to the bathroom again. She knew that if she went to the bathroom door, she'd hear the shower.

"You're next," said Melanie, cutting up the head of lettuce that had been in the crisper.

"No." Suzie's response was automatic, heartfelt, and automatic.

"You have to," said Melanie.

"No." Her voice was dull, almost defeated. The feelings the sounds she'd heard that day had generated something deep inside her that she knew would overpower her if given a chance. She wasn't going to give them that chance.

"We're paying for three," said Melanie.

"You can have my turn," said Suzie.

Melanie turned around. Suzie saw Melanie's eyes look past her and widen. She turned to see Tiffany, looking thoroughly fucked, dressed in the same shorts and tank top, almost skipping toward them.

Tiffany, it turned out, was energized by great sex.

"Oh Melanie!" she squealed. She almost ran to her roommate and hugged her, turning her in a full circle. Then she switched to Suzie, gripping her and swinging her around. "Oh Suzie!" she moaned. "You're in for such a good time!"

"No!" gasped Suzie.

"She doesn't want to do it," said Melanie, folding her arms across her chest.

Tiffany pushed Suzie back, gripping her shoulders with her arms stiff and straight.

"You have to!" gasped Tiffany.

"You can have my turn." Suzie's voice quivered as she tried the same thing with Tiffany she'd offered Melanie.

"Okay!" said Tiffany.

"No!" said Melanie loudly. "It's not fair!"

Tiffany turned, beaming. "Okay, I'll share him with you."

"That's not what I meant, Tiffany!" said Melanie heatedly. "She deserves her chance. I was scared too. We can't let her chicken out!"

"You don't understand!" whined Suzie.

"Yes we do," said Melanie, suddenly using a soothing tone. "Tiffany was scared too." She looked at Tiffany. "Weren't you, Tiff?"

Tiffany blinked. She nodded. "I was!" she admitted. "But I'm not any more. It was amazing, Suzie!"

"I know that!" snapped Suzie. "A deaf person could have heard how wonderful it was!" She turned to Melanie. "For both of you!"

Melanie's cheeks tinted pink, but she didn't turn away. "Well, then you have to try it, Suzie. Don't let being afraid rob you of a really great time."

Suzie knew that the only way she would be able to explain it to them was in the way that would ruin everything. It would ruin it for her, but more importantly it would ruin it for Bobby. It never occurred to her that she could simply say something like: "Guys, I have a sort of surprise for you. I'm really glad you guys had such a good time. See, Bobby is actually my brother. Isn't that funny? I mean I'm glad you had fun, but you can clearly see why you need to take my turn."

It could have been one of those embarrassing things that make for such a great tale later in life, but she didn't think of that. All she thought of was that confessing her relationship to the man who had so thoroughly fucked these two women, would ruin everything.

"I can't do that with a man I don't know," she tried. "I know what you're saying, but I just can't do it with a stranger!"

A male voice cut through the conversation, stopping it in its tracks.

"It's getting late, and I have a long drive ahead of me anyway." Bobby had come into the room, and none of them had noticed it.

Melanie wasn't giving up that easily.

"You weren't supposed to be at our house until tomorrow," she said. "That means Paula was going to put you up somewhere tonight. You can just stay here." She turned to Suzie. "That will give you time to get to know him, Suzie."

"It's not necessary," said Bobby. He was trying to help his sister.

"Yes it is!" insisted Melanie. "It will keep you from having to drive home tired." She couldn't imagine he wasn't just dog tired. She was ready for bed already, even after a nap, and he had done most of the work!

"If I start home now, I'll be fine," he said.

"We paid for three," said Melanie, her voice getting heavy.

"Nobody's paid anything yet," said Bobby. "Paula was gone when I got here."

"We have the money," insisted Melanie.

In the end, it had been Bobby who'd broken the stalemate. He suggested that he and Suzie have a little private chat. She took him outside, into the evening air. It was chilly, so they didn't take long.

"They're not going to give up," said Bobby.

"You're not fucking me, Bobby!" she said stridently.

"I know that," he said. "But they don't have to know that."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"We'll tell them that I'll just sleep in your room tonight. You can say that will give you time to get to know me, and decide whether or not to do it. I'll say that either way is fine with me. We'll get a good night's rest, and they'll think we did it and everybody will be happy."

Suzie frowned. She couldn't see any flaws in his plan. Sleeping with him didn't bother her at all. They'd fallen asleep in the car together, or on the couch together lots of times. And, it seemed like a way out of her dilemma.

"Okay," she said.

Melanie and Tiffany went to bed early that night. Both of them felt compelled to kiss Bobby good night. He smiled. Suzie frowned.

Left alone, Suzie still didn't feel like she could speak plainly. Her roommates were just on the other side of doors that clearly were too thin, based on her earlier experience. It was for that reason that she suggested they go to bed early too.

She wasn't thinking about the fact that, once in her room, they'd have to get ready for bed. It was an interesting situation, because it was complicated.

On the one hand, Bobby was as completely familiar as anything else in the room. For another, she trusted him completely. That was why, when she got to her room, she just got ready for bed, like she would have any other night. That meant taking her clothes off and putting on her favorite oversized T shirt, which had a picture of Mr. Natural on the front, his oversized feet striding forward while the rest of him leaned back. Under his image were the words "Just Passin' Through".

On the other hand, though, her mind was in turmoil. The image of "sex" in her mind, up until that day, had been a somewhat foggy impression of two naked people pressed against each other. It had been a silent movie, of sorts, with somewhat grainy texture. Sitting in the living room and listening to her roommates verbalizing their obvious joy had added a sound track to that silent movie. Seeing both women emerge from their rooms, looking so obviously happy and satisfied, had made the pictures in her head less grainy, and infused color into them as well.

In short, the images in Suzie's head had now turned into images of Bobby, naked, pressed up against any number of women she knew, including her sisters.

She had just settled the shirt around her hips when she looked to see Bobby standing up, his pants in his hands. He was naked.

"What are you doing?!" she gasped.

"I didn't bring anything to sleep in," he said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"In this business, you don't need anything to sleep in," he quipped.

She didn't take it as a joke. While Bobby might not have seen himself as a gigolo, Suzie's view was much different.

"You can't sleep with me like that," she said.

"Why not?" he asked. "I'm not going to do anything to you."

"I know that," she said. "It's just that ..."

She didn't know how to finish that comment, because she wasn't at all sure how she felt about things.

"You've grown up a lot," he said.

Her mind wobbled. Why had he said that?

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"When you were changing," he said. "You've filled out really nicely."

"You looked at me?" Her mind whirled.

"Of course I looked at you," he said. "You're a good looking woman."

That actually helped settle her thoughts.

"You say stuff like that to all the women, don't you?" she asked.

"If it's true," he said.

For some reason her eyes dropped to his penis. She didn't have a lot of experience with them. His didn't look completely flaccid, like the ones in her textbooks. But it obviously wasn't hard either. His testicles seemed larger than normal. She noticed clinically that he was uncircumcised. Her eyes took in other features. He was in good shape. He was obviously eating right. She could see, on a clinical basis, why women found him attractive.

"Men always lie to women to get what they want," she said. "You don't always tell the truth."

"I always try to," he said. "I try never to lie to a woman. I might not tell her everything I'm thinking, but I try never to lie."

"Do you want to have sex with me?" she asked, thinking that would illustrate how men lied.

"Yes," he said.

She blinked. Was he saying that because he really wanted to ... or because that's what he thought she wanted to hear?

"I don't want to have sex with you," she said.

"I know that," he replied.

"So why did you say you want to have sex with me?" she asked.

"Because you asked me," he said. He smiled. "And because it's true,"

"Oh." This wasn't working out very well. "Why do you want to?" she asked, curious despite herself.

"That's complicated," he said. "I love you, for one thing."

"How can you say that?" she asked. "You know I don't want to do that, and when you tell me you want to do it only makes me all nervous. Why would you want to make me nervous if you love me?"

"How is lying to you going to help you?" he asked, instead of trying to answer her question. "And if you didn't want to know the answer, why did you ask me the question?" he added.

She was frustrated.

"Let's just go to bed," she said. "Don't touch me, okay?"

"Got it," he said.

Which was why he was so surprised when, after he got into bed on his back, she cuddled up to him, putting one arm across his chest.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting comfortable," she said.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to touch you."

"You're not," she said.

"Oh," he said helplessly as she burrowed her head into his shoulder. "I understand completely." Sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

"Good," she said. One of her knees came up to lie on his thigh.

It was quiet for a while.

"Damn," she said.

"What?"

"I forgot to turn off the light."

"Want me to get it?"

"No," she sighed. "I'm comfortable. I can sleep with it on. Can you?"

"I guess so," he said.

"Okay."

It was quiet for a while longer.

"Bobby?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Baby."

The wine got her to sleep, but it didn't keep her asleep. She had strange and disturbing dreams. In one of them Bobby was wearing Melanie's robe. His penis stuck out from between the front folds. In another she was chasing Bobby. He was naked, and kept yelling, "No! Suzie no!" In another Melanie was singing a cowboy song that included the phrase "Yippee I-O-Ki-Yay, ride along, little doggies," and she was naked, swinging a lasso around and around her head. The lasso streaked out to fall around Suzie's arms, pinning them to her sides. She saw Bobby coming towards her, grinning, with a red hot branding iron in his hands. The branding iron was a big "D" and she knew he was going to press it to her butt. She had a pistol in her hand, but she couldn't bring it to bear on Bobby to stop him. That one woke her up.

She calmed instantly. There was no lasso. Bobby was right here, next to her. He was warm and comforting, not hot, like the branding iron. She still felt the pistol in her hand and came alert as she realized something hard was in her hand. With something like shock, she realized it was his penis.

The first thing she did was listen for his breathing. He was asleep. Then she tried to decide what to do about her hand. She decided not to let go. She spent a minute or two trying to figure out why she had decided not to let go. She couldn't, so she quit thinking about it.

She concentrated on the feeling in her hand. She'd never touched a penis before. Clinically it was fascinating. So soft, and yet so hard. She was feeling a marvel of evolution. There were all kinds of blood vessels that went into the penis. At a time like this, some of them were enlarged, letting more blood in, and some of them were constricted, letting very little blood out. She knew how it worked ... clinically. But the feel was anything but clinical. She held her breath and squeezed gently, trying to feel a pulse. It was there! Where her fingertips lay on the underneath part, and to one side, she felt the gentle swell and release that signified his heart, pushing blood into the organ.

She felt the need to move, and pushed her knee farther across his thigh. With an electric jolt her pussy came into contact with his thigh. Her hips pushed of their own volition, pressing, almost rubbing.

She had started masturbating when she got to college. That had begun as a clinical examination of her own body. It had gotten way out of control as feelings flooded her brain. She had sought an orgasm, just to see what one was like, only to find that she had discovered something addictive. Since then, she used masturbation as part of her stress control program. Running started the release, and masturbating after a run finished it.

When she masturbated, her orgasm was a destination, with a clearly marked trail leading to it. She could tell when it was going to happen. Everything was predictable.

But this felt different. This felt like she was in the wilderness somewhere, with no path of any kind. She knew that if she pressed and rubbed, something would happen, but she also knew it wouldn't be like anything she had felt before.

He moved in his sleep. Her pushing had disturbed him. She realized she was squeezing his penis tightly too, and relaxed her hand.

She wondered what she was doing. She didn't want this. Did she? With something like a feeling of dread she realized some part of her did want this. She liked this! She liked feeling this close to someone. To be able to press her pussy against a warm thigh ... to hold an erection. That erection could be hers. All she had to do was wake him. He'd already said he wanted her.

She thought about that. Why did he want her? Why had he wanted her sisters? Why had he wanted their mother? And why had so many of them wanted his baby? They must have wanted it. There were too many ways to prevent getting pregnant. She ran down the list in her mind, while her hips continued an unconscious subtle rubbing against Bobby's thigh.

She thought about Mary. Mary had been almost a second mother to her. She was older, wiser, stable. And yet, Jordan had to have been conceived while Mary was engaged to Harry. Jordan was obviously Bobby's. Christopher was just as obviously Bobby's, and Bev had been planning on getting married too, when she must have been conceived. Linda had tried to be sly about it, but Randall looked too much like Bobby to be anyone else's. Her younger sisters had given birth less than a year ago. Suzie had only seen the babies a couple of times, but one look at Joseph was all it took. They hadn't even pretended to be interested in getting married, though, so that put them in a different category. That category also held their mother, which was just too strange to think about, though looking at Theodore was like looking at Bobby's baby pictures. And Prudence. That Kyle was Bobby's made no sense, but it had to be true. That meant Katherine was his too, since they were twins.

She counted. Five of her six sisters had lain with this man. The penis in her hand had made babies in them. She knew Flo had gone to his room at night too, even though she didn't think Star had resulted from that. And there was her mother and Prudence, and the rumors about other women in the community. He had never denied it.

She couldn't understand it. Why so many women? Why did so many of those women let him get them pregnant? It didn't make any sense. It wasn't logical.

"What?" His voice was in her hair. She hadn't heard him wake. She realized her hand was squeezing his penis tightly again.

"Nothing," she said into his chest. "Go back to sleep."

"I can't," he said, his voice stronger. "Not while you're doing that. Why are you doing that?"

"I don't know," she said. She really didn't know. And yet, even when he was awake, she didn't let go.

"You're horny," he said.

"No I'm not," she argued.

"You're rubbing your pussy on my leg," he pointed out.

"No I'm not," she said, as she felt her hips give another gentle push.

"Move," he ordered her. "I'll be back in a minute."

"I'm comfortable," she objected. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go masturbate," he said. "I won't be able to get back to sleep unless I do."

She felt like she should be shocked, but she wasn't. He was too sexual. She felt a giggle trying to well up inside her as she thought of him as one giant penis.

"Do it here," she said.

"It's messy. I don't think you'd like that."

"I'm so comfortable," she complained.

"You can get comfortable again," he said.

He sat up, dislodging her. It made her very unhappy. She watched his naked back as he left the room. He had so much muscle! She decided to masturbate herself, while he was gone, and had just slid a finger inside herself when he came back in. He had a washcloth in his hand. His penis was impossibly long. It looked like some kind of weapon. She jerked her finger out of her sexual slot.

"You don't have to stop," he said calmly. He reached and flipped off the light.

She was blinded. Her pupils were still too constricted to see anything, even though she knew some light was coming in through the window. She felt him get back into bed. He lay on his side, facing her. She felt him lay the cloth on her leg.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You wanted me to do it here," he said.

"That was before you moved."

"Sit up. Take your shirt off," he said.

"Why?" Her finger was just at the top of her split. She had been just about to slide it back in.

"I want you naked," he said.

"Bobby!" she moaned.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm just going to help you get back to sleep."

"How?"

He pulled her up. She was sitting on her shirt, but his strength overcame that. She was surprised she was letting him do it as her arms went up and he pulled the shirt off of her. His hand came to the point right between her breasts and pushed gently. She fell back.

It felt different instantly as he settled in, with his chest pressing against her right arm. He wasn't touching her anywhere else, but the sheets were. She felt naked in a way she had never felt naked before.

His hand came to her arm, and he slid it down to find her fingers lying on her pubic hair. He pushed her hand down.

"Go ahead," he said. "You want to get back to sleep. I'll help you."

The tension in her was what made her do it. She began stroking herself, feeling weird for doing it while her brother was right beside her. She was completely unprepared when he leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Uhhhhh!" she groaned, feeling streaks of something delicious jet from the nipple throughout her body. Her hand froze.

He let go of the nipple. "Keep going," he said.

She did, and he sucked again. It was incredible how different this was. She was amazed at how the increase in pleasure was exponential, instead of being just multiplied. She felt his body begin to move, and realized he was stroking himself. She felt his hand hit her hip, and then the feel of something else, smoother. She realized his penis was touching her as he masturbated. That added another tactile sensation to the mix, and she felt her body begin to build toward a climax.

He moved, rising on his elbow, so he could reach the other nipple, and her body rolled toward his almost automatically. She couldn't masturbate with her left hand, and she ended up rolling on top of her right arm, which limited her movement. His lips on her breasts felt too good, though. She tried doing something differently, rubbing her finger sideways, across her clitoris, and then added another finger. That felt good, but she needed penetration to have that orgasm.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, complaining. "I can't cum this way."

His movement stopped. His penis fell against her thigh and lay there.

"Let me," he said, lifting his mouth from her nipple.

She thought he meant to take her virginity. She felt the wild urge to let him, but pushed at that frantically with her mind. His hand came to hers, passed it and, as her legs betrayed her, opening for him, he slid a long, thick finger between her labia and into her body.

Her hips arched up at the unfamiliar, but delightful feeling of something longer and thicker than her own finger going into her. At the same time his lips came back to pull and chew at a nipple.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped. The orgasm was there! It was upon her like a lion leaping onto a lamb! She couldn't have fought it off with all her strength. Her body shook, and she rolled to lie flat on her back again, spreading her legs further, her hips bucking. Her roll had pulled her left nipple from his mouth, but her right one soon felt the suction and she felt like her body was breaking apart and flying outward. The groan that rushed past her vocal chords sounded harsh and hoarse in her own ears.

His finger stopped moving, and it felt like his hand was gripping her whole pelvis. His lips gentled their sucking, until it was more like little sucking kisses, than anything else. The orgasm fell away almost as rapidly as it had rushed upon her, and she relaxed. She felt warm, like she was in a bathtub of hot water. She panted as if she'd just finished a really good run.

His finger left her, and she felt the loss instantly. She almost reached for his hand to put it back, but his body was moving again. He shook the whole bed for twenty or thirty seconds and she jerked as she felt something warm suddenly land on her abdomen. As she realized it was his semen, more landed there, and then again until she felt like her whole belly must be covered with it.

As it happened he moaned, "Oh Suzie." She heard the yearning in his voice, the urgent call that somehow made her feel like she was the only woman in the universe, and that his love could wrap her in a protective blanket that would touch her everywhere.

He relaxed. She realized why he'd said it would be messy, and then felt him fumble for the washcloth he'd brought. He brought it to her stomach, and wiped the warmth away, smearing it at first, but then soaking it up until she was mostly dry. He was still panting when her eyes, now adjusted to the dark, saw his arm movement and the white of the cloth flew towards the door.

"Better?" he whispered, lying his head down.

She turned her head to face him. She didn't know what to say. She'd had no idea anything could be like that. Her mind was almost numb.

"It's okay," he said softly. "Just go back to sleep." His face leaned toward her and she felt something else new as his soft lips pressed gently to hers. That was incredible too, because there was only gentleness in those lips, and a sensation she could almost feel flowing from his lips into her body.

"I love you," he said.

He adjusted, until he was lying mostly on his stomach, with his strong arm stretched across her body. His hand burrowed into her armpit and under her shoulder. His lips landed on her other shoulder and deposited a brief kiss before going slack.

She actually heard his breathing slow and take on the measured cadence that meant he was asleep again. Her mind calmed slowly as she tried to examine what had happened from a clinical perspective. She couldn't. There was nothing logical about what had happened. She had never felt as close to a human being as she had in those brief minutes. She had never felt as loved. And, as impossible as it now seemed, she had never felt as safe.

As she closed her own eyes, she wondered if that was how her sisters had felt too.

When she woke next time, she couldn't remember any dreams. He had apparently rolled in his sleep, because he was on his back now. She must have rolled with him, because she was in the same position as she'd been in before, except that her hand wasn't on his penis. Her pussy was pressed against his thigh, though, and she was wet. She could feel it against her skin as her hips moved. She was ragingly horny. She couldn't deny it, even to herself. She felt hot, and realized that, sometime in the night, he had pulled the covers over them. She kicked them off, and her leg movement caused her clitoris to rub along his leg, sending an electric zing through her belly.

His arm was under her, and she felt it tighten as his breathing changed.

"Again?" There was laughter in his voice.

"Don't make fun of me," she moaned. "I don't understand this."

"C'mere," he said, reaching to pull at her shoulder.

She couldn't believe the strength in his arm as she was pulled on top of him, like a rag doll. Her legs just naturally fell on the outsides of his, which were closed. She felt her pussy contact his penis and balls immediately, and her hips jerked by instinct to rub her pussy against them.

"We have to be careful this way," he said into her hair, his hands smoothing all over her back. Her breasts felt hot, crushed against his chest.

She lifted her head to ask him why, but couldn't because he kissed her. This was no light peck on the lips. It wasn't gentle in the way he'd done before. He crushed his lips to hers and his tongue demanded entry into her mouth. Her brain was outraged that he'd kiss her so intimately, but her mouth opened to the demand and, within seconds, she couldn't think of anything except the feel of his lips, and the feel of him against her pussy.

The kiss went on and on and she understood why it was dangerous, because she felt him stiffen under her. Soon her pussy was riding along a thick column of hard flesh that felt so good it was indescribable. She moved so hard that she slipped up off of the tip, and it caught in her pussy when she moved back down. She froze.

Bobby pushed her up.

"I told you to be careful," he said softly. "That's how Linda lost her cherry."

"Linda?" Suzie was having a hard time thinking straight. The tip of his penis was spreading her, stretching her.

"She did it by accident, doing exactly what you're doing," he said. His hands came to her hips and pulled her up, toward his face. The pressure lessened ... but so too did the wonderful feeling of almost doing something her loins wanted badly.

"Okay," she panted. "I'll do this instead." She began rotating her hips in a circle, letting the big, round knob mash between her lips and rub her clitoris. That was fabulous.

"Just be careful," he said.

She was ... at first. She leaned down to kiss him some more. She loved the feel of his tongue in her mouth. She couldn't believe it, but she couldn't get enough of it either. She felt the orgasm. It was just beyond reach. She rubbed more violently.

"Careful!" he mumbled into her mouth.

"Oh Bobby," she gasped. It was almost there. It was so close she felt like if her pussy lips could reach forward just a little, like tiny arms, she could pull it into her.

It was the orgasm itself that drove what happened. She pushed, and was spread, and the orgasm inched closer. She pushed some more and suddenly knew what was needed. She would think about that many times in the future, but right now she only reacted to what her biology craved. Her body knew what to do, even though she didn't think about it. As the orgasm finally broke over her she gave a grunting sob and pushed hard with her arms, tilting her pelvis, somehow knowing that that would line up her vagina to be penetrated. Half his prick slurped into her. She couldn't kiss him any more, because she needed her mouth as wide open as she could get it, just to breathe. She felt the splitting pressure, but there was no pain involved, only ecstasy as the more she got into her, the better the orgasm was.

"Suzie!" he grunted.

"Ohhhhh Bobbeeeeeeee," she whined.

The orgasm exploded in her loins, and she wriggled, getting more and more of the thick hard thing into her until the her spasming pussy relaxed, between spasms, and her violent pushing pushed her all the way down. Even then her body knew that it could go deeper and as she cried out, her arms pushed and she let her body weight impale her completely.

She thought the heat that flushed her belly was part of the orgasm, until she heard her brother grunt, and his hips lifted. The tip of his penis dug a fraction deeper and she felt pain for the first time as her cervix resisted being pushed into her womb. Another streak of heat exploded in her belly and she realized that warm stuff he had spurted on her belly was now being spurted in her belly.

Other women almost lost consciousness in this situation. Suzie's brain sought another protective device. So suddenly that it seemed like magic, she was of two minds. Part of her brain let her enjoy the rest of her orgasm. The other part, so alert that she felt like she could solve any mathematical problem in seconds, gave her the answers to all her questions.

This was why her sisters had let him do this.

This was why they didn't even care if he made babies in them.

This was the thing her mother and Prudence had craved enough to bear him children.

To be able to do this ... any time she wanted to ... it was a drug, and her mind screamed at her that she was on the verge of being completely and helplessly addicted.

At last she understood her sisters, and any other woman who had been loved by Bobby like this. Her mind calmed. Her period had ended only four days ago. This wasn't dangerous right now. She could enjoy it. Bobby would go home, and she would graduate, and then go to med school. She wouldn't see him. She couldn't imagine feeling like this about any other man. It would be all right.

Then she banished all her logic, and concentrated on feeling what was happening.

Melanie was making pancakes when Tiffany shuffled into the kitchen.

"Finally, somebody else is up," she said.

Tiffany just grinned. "I never slept that good in my life," she said. She looked around. "Suzie's not up?"

"I thought I might find her sleeping on the couch," said Melanie. "Go wake them up. Breakfast is almost ready."

Tiffany went to Suzie's door. She knocked.

"Go away!" came Suzie's voice through the wood.

"Breakfast!" called out Tiffany.

"Don't bother us!" yelled Suzie.

Tiffany had to summon up more self control than she thought she had in her to keep from opening the door. Finally she turned and ran for the kitchen. She was panting by the time she got there.

"Come here!" she whispered to Melanie.

"What?"

"Just come listen!"

The two girls went to Suzie's door. Suzie's moans were clearly audible.

"One more time, Bobby," they heard her tortured voice rasp.

Her wail of completion, as she had another one of those unbelievable orgasms, combined with the rhythmic banging of her headboard against the wall, drove the two young women from the door. Both of them were damp between the legs when they reached the kitchen, and giggling like little girls.

On the other side of the door Suzie continued to wail, this time with her brother hunched over her, driving his penis into her with punishing strokes.

"I shouldn't cum in you!" he barked. "You should have gone on the pill!"

"One more time!" she gasped. "Just let me feel it one more time!" Her hips urged him on, slamming up against his. "I'm safe right now, Bobby. Just one more time."

"Famous last words," he groaned. He couldn't resist. He pressed deep, and flushed her full of what she wanted.

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