An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life

Chapter 17: Consequences

“Oh, THAT’s what that question was asking?”

“Wait, what do you MEAN there was a question 5b?”

“Ah hell, my parents are gonna kill me when that report card comes out.”

“Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. When are you heading over to Elaine’s place?”

School was out. The past was past, and anything short of hacking the database or sneaking into the records office wouldn’t change your test scores. So by four in the afternoon, Elaine Fukuhara and 35 of her closest friends were out back by the pool at her family’s mansion, celebrating our newfound freedom.

It seemed pretty much just like last year’s party. No one tried to sneak in any drugs this time, although there seemed to be much more beer being consumed. The bodies running around were much more developed, and this time all 21 of the girls present were wearing bikinis; no more one-pieces.

Last year, the unattached guys and unattached girls had been pretty segregated. It had been like a game of red rover, where the guys would occasionally send out someone in an attempt to break through to the girls, but he was unfortunately returned several minutes later. This year, everyone mingled amongst each other with casual flirting and obvious ogling the rule, rather than the exception.

I was no different. I chatted and flirted easily, walking with the confidence of a guy who’d gotten laid by way more than his fair share of girls in the past year. A couple of girls avoided me like the plague, but there were also a few who seemed more than willing to become the next notch on my belt. Things certainly had changed since we were all just “nice kids”.

As it was, I spent most of the early afternoon manning the grill with Daniel Chen. Elaine would send him on errands every now and again, leaving me to take over. Girls who had no interest in the burgers would stop by to chat with me, profiling themselves for maximum cleavage. Curiously, whenever Megan or Cassidy came over to chat, most of those girls would keep their distance. I didn’t particularly mind. Believe it or not, I wasn’t really looking to get laid.

I would never have believed it a few months ago, but I’d gotten a little bored with casual hookups. Sure, screwing Donna and Stacey and Mandy had been quite pleasurable, but spending a few afternoons cuddling with Summer and not having sex had felt far more rewarding. When we finally did make love yesterday afternoon, just the one time, the experience had been so much richer and fulfilling.

And I still had Summer on my mind. Where was she right now? Still at the beach with Candy, Mizuho, and the rest? Were cute lifeguards flirting with her? Did I even have any right to be jealous?

Daniel returned just then, and I went to grab a fresh Corona and flop onto a lounge chair. Kenny Doyle, already buzzed, came over with Rachel Tyler under his arm and toasted his Corona bottle with me. “Cheers! We’re free!”

I tilted my Oakleys and arched an eyebrow at the recent couple. Kenny had finally landed his dream girl after years of pursuit. I only hoped she could keep up with his perpetual horniness.

Across the way, Sung Joon and Stephanie Vo were in the pool, pressed up against the wall while sucking each other’s faces. On a couple of lounge chairs further off, Derek Rigby and Su-Lin Chang were holding hands. And right next to me, Elaine slid over and wrapped her arm around Daniel’s waist, resting her head on his shoulder as she used her other hand to drop slices of cheese onto the burgers.

Everywhere I looked were happy couples. And as I nursed my beer, I found myself all alone. Inevitably, my gaze went across to Megan and Cassidy, who were chatting with some other friends. It felt like AGES ago when we were a triple, and even longer back to when it was just me and Megan exploring oral sex when she was just fifteen.

What a difference a year makes. Last year at this same time, Megan gave me her very first blowjob. Since then, I’d had an abundance of sex with some of the most gorgeous creatures on the planet, sampling a variety of nubile teen flesh. And yet I imagined I was happier last year than I was now.

So I chugged another beer.

I was pretty buzzed by the time we all got in the pool for some water volleyball. And I was certifiably drunk by 8pm. But I was still pretty functional. I decided to take it easy on the rest of the alcohol, especially since I was once again manning the grill as we brought out kabobs, chicken, and steaks for dinner.

As usual, girls came to chat with the chef, flirting with me as they picked up their food. With the sun just setting, typical for mid-June, the air was warm and they still wore nothing but their bikinis. I ogled flesh and they gave me better looks at their curves, and all in all everyone had a good time. Two such girls were Abigail and Allison Sanders.

Unlike the others, the twins didn’t just grab their food and move on. They stood around, one twin talking while the other took a few bites of her chicken sandwich, and then they would trade places with the other twin picking up the conversation.

I didn’t mind. The cute brunettes were looking pretty good, wearing matching blue and white bikinis. They’d just stepped out of the pool before coming up to me, the moist fabric clinging to their tight bodies and outlining hard nipples. Memory of the night I took their virginities filled in the nakedness I couldn’t currently see.

Presently, Elaine and Daniel came over to us, both of them wearing just-fucked expressions. Daniel thanked me for watching the grill and offered to take over, and at the same time Allie leaned in to whisper something into Elaine’s ear.

Whatever Allie said, Elaine looked straight at me and frowned slightly. But she nodded and made some hand gestures. The next thing I knew, I had a Sanders twin on either side of me, holding my arms and directing me into the house. “Come on,” Allie said. “We want to play.”

I frowned in mild confusion. I knew the girls had wanted to continue their sexual exploration, but I’d assumed it wouldn’t happen until sometime next week at the earliest. I’d just taken their virginities seven days ago, and they said their periods were due in three days. I’d even glimpsed the string of a tampon when Abbie had adjusted her bikini bottom earlier in the evening. So… maybe the girls wanted to practice blowjobs?

If that was the case, I certainly wouldn’t mind. I was still pretty drunk and the idea of some recreational oral play certainly sounded good to both my little head and my alcohol-buzzing big head. I supposed I could happily go two years in a row with blowjobs during the end-of-school barbecue.

But it turned out, the girls had much more on their minds.

Oh, it started off like I expected. The twins giggled and groped me through my shorts as we found a bedroom inside the mansion. Thankfully, this time it wasn’t a bedroom that overlooked the backyard, so I didn’t need to worry about noise carrying down to our friends below.

Abbie had always taken the lead and so I swept her into my arms first, bending her back and giving her a fierce kiss that would have knocked her socks off, were she wearing any. As it was, I settled for running my hands across her bare shoulders and down to the bowtie holding up her halter-top bikini. When she didn’t object, I deftly pulled it open and then also opened up the back-tie. I then tossed the bikini top away and kissed my way down Abbie’s neck until I reached her cute tits.

Since she was just 5’3”, I had to bend quite a bit to reach Abbie’s perky B-cups and take a nipple into her mouth. She held my head to her chest and moaned for a few seconds before turning my head away, and I saw that a topless Allie had moved next to us. I took a quick nip at Allie’s nipple as well before wrapping my arms around the younger twin’s waist, hoisting her up so that I could kiss her at my own full height.

Allie giggled and then lifted her legs up and around my waist, supporting her own weight while she pressed her mouth more firmly against my lips and started darting her tongue inside. And while I still held on to the petite girl, Abbie guided us back towards the bed.

While Allie wasn’t heavy, I didn’t mind getting into a more comfortable position and once I felt the bed against the back of my legs, I let myself sink down into a sitting position. Allie kept pushing me further until I was flat on my back, and then she moved away from my waist and dipped her breasts at my face while Abbie went to work removing my swim trunks.

Soon, I was fully naked with my ass on the edge of the bed. The Sanders twins were both topless but kept their bikini bottoms on, confirming my suspicion that they were still on the rag. But we still had lots to play with as the girls grabbed pillows for their knees and then settled on either side of my dick. I was rock hard and angled up against my own stomach, and Abbie reached out to pull my erection upright so that the twin girls could simultaneously start licking up the sides of my shaft.

“Oh…” I sighed. “You two are a dream come true.”

The girls giggled. “We practiced this on a carrot,” Allie explained, and then the two turned their heads to the sides so they both could plant their lips on my shaft and kiss my cock at the same time. Afterwards, Allie took over by lowering her mouth over the top of my cock, swallowing the first few inches until my head started nudging against her throat. I knew that was all she could take and for a moment, I debated whether to try and teach the twins deep-throating.

“Of course, a carrot doesn’t have balls,” Abbie giggled as she moved down to lick my testicles, causing me to shiver. I was surprised she remembered to even attempt that, as I’d only mentioned it once in passing. She tickled them with her fingertips and suckled one ball into her mouth before swapping places with Allie and then they started all over again.

What followed was one of the most pleasant blowjobs of my life. The girls were still inexperienced, but they were very enthusiastic and their tag team approach was quite effective. I found myself straining my neck in an effort to watch the two identical faces worshipping my cock, and eventually I felt my balls compressing in readiness to burst.

“Girls, I’m gonna cum,” I warned. The last time they’d done this, Abbie and Allie had parked their heads side-by-side and let me hose down both their faces. But this time, Abbie took over by taking as much of my meat into her mouth while jacking me furiously and Allie moaned and squeezed her own tits while heatedly watching.

My stomach muscles convulsed twice before I felt the hot jism race up my cock and splatter inside Abbie’s mouth. Her eyes bulged when she felt the first impact but she kept on pumping, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in oxygen and kept taking more and more of my cum into her mouth.

After the fourth burst, Abbie had to pull away as she tilted her head back, her lower jaw jutting out to hold in the pool of cum she had trapped there as she also took in a deep breath of air. I realized then that she hadn’t been swallowing and had saved my cum.

Meanwhile, my cock was still twitching and after spitting out a small wad into the air, Allie grabbed me and took what was left of my load into her mouth. She too didn’t swallow and once I was done, Allie turned to her twin sister and molded her lips over Abbie’s, and to my utter amazement and delight the identical twins began french kissing each other and passing my creamy jism back and forth between each other, little white globs leaking out from their sloppy liplock.

The sight was almost enough to make me pop again.

Eventually, the girls swallowed whatever they had in their mouths and then blushing, began to scoop up the remains from their chins and cheeks. My eyes were wide open and Allie’s eyes twinkled at me. “Like that?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah that was hot!” I crowed.

“We thought you would,” Allie smiled and then nodded to her sister. Abbie just reached out and took me into her mouth again, humming and moaning around my already half-hard dick.

And while Abbie raised and lowered her head along my shaft, Allie got up and joined me on the bed, lying back across the bedspread. “Mmm… time to fuck me now, Ben.”

I arched an eyebrow and made a face. “What about your periods?”

Allie giggled and snaked her bikini bottoms off, hooking them onto a foot and then flinging them away with her toes. “I’m not on my period yet. And I want to feel you spunk inside me.”

Now I may have been drunk, but I wasn’t totally gone. I frowned and did the math. “Wait, you told me on Friday that you were due in like three days? That would have been… Monday!”

Allie shrugged and spread her legs, revealing a clean and recently trimmed pussy, dipping a hand down to stir her own wet lubrication. “Three days, seven days, whatever. We’ve always been a little irregular. But we’re always pretty close and Abbie just got hers this morning. She was hoping she could still fuck too but I guess it’s just you and me for now! Better take the opportunity since I’ll probably start tonight or tomorrow.”

I arched an eyebrow and looked at both girls. “Did you guys get prescriptions for the pill?”

They both nodded, and Abbie announced, “Took my first one this morning.” She then resumed her hot little blowjob.

Meanwhile, her twin sister leaned back on the bed and raised up her knees. Allie fixed me with a sultry grin and spread her own labia wide. “Come fuck me, Ben.”

Abbie’s enthusiastic blowing had brought me back to full hardness and I first lifted the older twin up to give her a thank you kiss. The cute brunette swooned happily and then turned me around to help me into position. But I had other ideas. “Feel like trying a new position?” I asked Allie. We’d done missionary and girl-on-top last week.

She grinned. “Sure!”

I quickly positioned the petite girl on all fours and Allie quickly got the idea. “C’mere, Ben! Fuck me like a dog! I’m your slutty doggie!”

Allie’s enthusiasm was contagious and I quickly knelt behind her, holding her left hip in my hand and my own prick with my right, and aiming carefully I nudged my cockhead between her labia and then started burrowing into Allie’s near-virginal snatch.

“Ooh…” she crooned as she felt me sliding in. From her small size and minimal experience, Allie was incredibly tight and I knew she could feel every bump and ridge passing into her body. Her pussy actually didn’t let me all the way in that first time, and I had to back out a few inches and try twice more before I was fully seated balls deep into the 16-year-old cutie.

Meanwhile, Abbie didn’t feel like being completely left out. She knelt beside me and had me suckling on her nipples and exchanging kisses while she rooted around her own crotch with one hand. “Ohmigod…” Abbie moaned while I nursed on one teat.

“Ohmigod…” Allie moaned in reply as my shaft moved in and out of her clenching tunnel.

“Oh… my… gawd,” I grunted myself.

“So good, Ben,” Allie groaned. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she whimpered happily when I started to pick up the pace. And then she really started moaning when Abbie left me and reached under Allie’s humping body to diddle her younger sister’s clit.

Together, Abbie and I made Allie cum once. And then together, Abbie and I helped make Abbie herself cum once, albeit without penetration. And then as Abbie fell away to pant and relax, I grabbed Allie’s hips in both of my hands and really began to pound her small body from behind.

“Ohhh, fuck!” Allie grunted. “He’s fucking me, Abbie! He’s fucking me so hard!”

“I know…” Abbie groaned. “It’s so hot to watch!”

“Unngh!” Allie moaned while fucking herself back at me. “He’s so deep. His cock is so big and it’s going so deep into me! I feel like he’s splitting me apart!”

“Cum, Allie!” Her twin sister cheered. “Cum on that fat cock! Squeeze it inside your little cunny!”

“Oh, I’m gonna cum again, Abbie! He’s gonna make me cum again! So close! So close! So— AAAAH!!!”

Allie did squeeze my cock inside her little cunny. Her whole body trembled and with that, her arms collapsed as she hunched over with only her ass upthrust into the air. I continued pounding Allie’s petite body all through her orgasm, and with the new angle I felt like I could go even deeper. In fact, several times it felt like the head of my cock was bouncing off the spongy wall at the back of her vagina.

When I got to orgasm myself, I didn’t need to make a sound. Allie kept up her running commentary to inform her sister.

“Oh, Abbie! He’s cumming! He’s cumming in me! I can feel his hot juices splashing into my pussy! It’s so good! I love it! I love it! I want it all the time!”

Grunting, I gripped Allie’s hips even tighter and pulled her close to me so that my cockhead was right at the back of her tunnel where I would be sure to squirt right into her womb.

“So good! So hot! Flood my pussy with your cum, Ben! More! More!”

Unfortunately, I only had a few more shots. But I made them count by blasting them right where Allie wanted them, and after a few seconds of tense arms and straining muscles, I relaxed and let go of her little body, letting Allie collapse off my dick and flat onto her stomach. Already, a mini-river of creamy goo was oozing out of her lewdly stretched pussy lips.

Allie panted and turned her head to me. “Ben, clear your schedule for a week from now. Because once I’m off my period I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”

I was still pretty buzzed by the time I flopped back into a lounge chair, both from lingering alcohol and sexual satisfaction. It was dark outside, the backyard illuminated by several scattered lights around which various groups huddled together. And I settled in to catch my breath and sip some water.

A few minutes later, Megan came over and took the seat next to me. “Have a good time?” she asked with a wry grin on her face.

“Mmm…” I hummed an answer.

“The two of them give you a workout?”

I just shrugged. “No comment.”

“Ah, yes, the famous Ben reluctance to talk, even though everyone knows you just boned the Sanders twins.” Megan nodded. “Probably the only ‘nice guy’ quality you’ve got left.”

“Hey, I always make sure the girl is satisfied,” I pointed out.

“Your golden rule. That makes you a good lover, Ben; not a nice guy.” Megan sighed. “Enjoying your life, are you?”

At first I was ready to nod enthusiastically, but I felt something inside me deflate. Yeah, messing around with the Sanders twins was hot, but it still lacked the emotional richness of that one afternoon with Summer. In fact, even though Abbie and Allie were friends I’d known for a long time, screwing them felt more like Donna or Stacey than anything really special. My chest deflated along with that mood and I sagged into my chair. “Well…” I stalled.

“What, finding your sex life a little meaningless? A little empty?” Megan leaned over.

I frowned and waggled my head. Megan had been one of my closest friends for nearly two years now and I didn’t feel the slightest hesitation in sharing my emotions with her, despite the trials of our breakup. “Well, yeah, a little. But… I get these urges, you know?”

“Of course I know. Girls have hormones, too,” she shrugged.

“But… uh, well, you don’t have to answer this,” I began. “But have you…?”

Megan arched an eyebrow at me. “Have I had sex with anyone since you? No. I haven’t.”

“Why not? I thought you loved sex.”

“I do. But I can’t just fuck someone, Ben. It doesn’t work that way for me. Unlike you, I’m not ‘just a guy’. I have to have feelings for someone.” She sighed. “I tried… once… You don’t know him. He’s a guy from Chinese school. We went on a couple of dates and we started getting into things… but… the spark just wasn’t there. He was cute and all, but I didn’t even feel that much when I kissed him. And even though I was horny as hell, I could never be intimate with him.”

I pinched my lips together and looked down at the ground. I sighed and murmured, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For… for everything, Megan. I really screwed up. I let my hormones get the best of me, and I ruined what we had. If I hadn’t, you’d still be having great sex and I’d still have the most caring girlfriend of my life.”

Megan turned her head away from the light, casting her face half in shadow. Still, on the illuminated half, I saw the corner of her lip creep up in a smile. “You still think that about me?”

I sighed. “I won’t disparage anyone else, but you were the most considerate and attentive girlfriend I ever had. You always listened and you knew my moods before I even had them half the time.”

“I nagged you and bossed you around you mean, always trying to psychoanalyze your motives.” Megan grinned wryly.

“Well, maybe a little,” I smiled. “But… well… you’ll always be my first girlfriend, Megan. Nothing can ever take that away.”

“And you’ll always be my first… everything… Ben,” Megan sighed, then reached over and squeezed my hand.

I looked at her in the dim light, our eyes connecting, and for a brief moment I wondered why I didn’t just get back together with Megan. I was unattached, tiring of life screwing whichever girl offered, and lonely at not having a girlfriend. They said that the main reason to have a girlfriend was to have a regular source for getting laid. Well I got laid regularly enough without the girlfriend. But there was no making up for the companionship and emotional attention.

But then Megan turned her head away and released my hand. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Ben, but I’m happy we broke up.”

My minor hopes fell. “Uh, really?”

“Yeah. It made me grow up a bit. It made me look at the situation rationally. I might have gone through the rest of high school as your girlfriend, which would have been fine, but I wouldn’t have learned the control I have now. I’d like to think that getting my heart broken matured me a bit.”

“Maturity. Hmph.” I shook my head. “Got anything to teach me?”

Megan laughed. “Yeah, keep it in your pants until you realize the consequences of your actions. You’re just a teenager now, Ben. But sooner or later all that fucking around is going to catch up to you, one way or another. You’d better learn before that happens.”

I exhaled. Consequences. I’d been telling myself that for a few months now. It made sense in theory, the whole look before you leap thing. But flash some tits in my face and reason flew out of my brain. All that was left was my other head. “I know, Megan. I know.”

“You’re trying, I get that. But you don’t know yet. And when you do figure it out, gimme a call.” Megan stood up and turned away. But before she left, she looked back at me. “I’m still waiting for the boy I fell in love with.”

I only had a slight hangover on Saturday morning. Unfortunately, it was made worse by Eden and Emma hogging the TV with a Lizzie McGuire rerun on the Disney Channel and then blasting one of their Backstreet Boys CDs. There are few things more annoying in this world than two 11-year-olds singing “I Want it That Way”. I was only too happy to get out of the house for the school’s Graduation Ceremony.

Summer, of course, was thrilled to see me. There was no awkward tension between us as I hugged her warmly in front of her parents and wished her luck at UCLA. We were a relationship that never was, and so there was nothing to regret.

Adrienne was there as well, saying goodbye to her friends, and she gave me and Summer a funny look, although she didn’t comment. I ended up sitting with her and Lynne Arian during the ceremony itself, and it was one of the most awkward hours of my life. Lynne was friendly enough. But except for lunches with Summer, during which all my focus was on Summer herself, this was my first prolonged contact with Adrienne since our split.

I found myself glancing at my gorgeous ex-girlfriend every minute or so, feeling the urge to hold her in my arms or otherwise initiate our old physical familiarity with each other. And from the way Adrienne would start leaning towards me for a few minutes before jerking herself away self-consciously, I presumed she also had some lingering feelings from our brief but intense relationship. After ten minutes, Adrienne finally just got up and switched seats with Lynne so that she wouldn’t have to sit next to me anymore. I understood how she felt.

After the ceremony, Mizuho Nishioka actually grabbed my ass and pecked me. She left some sort of sparkly makeup on my cheek and only made it worse when she tried to rub it off.

Candy Carter and Trevor Hansen thanked me for coming and said they’d be around since they were both attending UC Irvine, along with what seemed like a quarter of the graduating class.

After the ceremony, I mingled around. Donna Kincaid slid her hand into my back pocket and told me she intended to cash in on her rain check for our missed rendezvous the past Monday. She also challenged me to guess whether or not she was wearing any clothes underneath her graduation gown. Since there was no sign of a shirt at her neckline and nothing but bare skin below the hemline, save for some strappy 3-inch heels, I started to imagine that she was indeed naked beneath the shimmering cloth. Donna turned away with a twinkle in her eyes, and if she was wearing shorts, they must have been pretty high cut because I still saw nothing but naked thigh through the slit in her gown as she walked.

Shortly after, Stacey Whitehouse gave me a big hug and kissed my ear tenderly. I still had a hard-on from Donna and Stacey smiled as she ground herself against it, humming happily before releasing me and backing away. Lynne Arian happened to be nearby, and she shot me an odd glance before turning to continue her conversation with someone else.

I even ran into Elyse Laughton, ex-Cheerleader Captain, who gave me a dirty look before spinning away to charm another cheerleader’s parents. I directed my conversation to one of the Senior guys who’d been in another class with me, but I couldn’t help overhearing Elyse inform the parents that she was going to Cal Berkeley in the fall. Something in the back of my head told me I’d be seeing the raven-haired beauty somewhere down the road.

We all took pictures and everyone said their goodbyes. Even though most people would still be in town for a few months, there was a certain finality in knowing they would never return to the school as students again. And so there were many tears and many hugs all around, and then we all went our separate ways.

I returned home and wound up lying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I would really miss Summer. But when I really thought about it, Donna and Stacey and the others were elements I didn’t really need in my life. I still had my old crew for friends. And with less distractions, maybe I could spend the next two weeks really figuring out what I wanted to do with my life, and the kind of people I wanted to spend that life with.

And then come June 30th, it was off to summer camp… and Dawn. It would really be a time to get away from the real world, something I was greatly looking forward to. And when I returned in August, I would be a new man.

At least, that was the plan.

Even though we’d just seen each other a couple days before, come Monday my high school friends organized to hit the beach. Our parents were at work for the day and we wanted a chance to let loose a bit.

It was a smaller crew: me, Megan, Cassidy, Kenny and Rachel, Daniel and Elaine, Sung and Stephanie. Abbie and Allie were planning to come as well, but they canceled at the last minute. It was just as well. They’d both be on their periods by now and I knew never to question it if a girl felt weird during that one week out of every month. My sisters had taught me that much.

Of course, with six people paired up into three couples, two of them still in the honeymoon phase, I quickly found myself alone with Megan and Cassidy. We all felt awkward for about three seconds, and then it was right back to being friends. Megan ribbed me about losing my harem and Cassidy alternated sneaking nostalgic stares at me and remembering her old comfortable familiarity with me.

Now we nine weren’t the only ones on the beach. There were several other teenage coteries, many from other high schools, and one group of particularly attractive girls. Kenny, quite deliberately, led me with a frisbee toss right into the middle of them. And after catching the disc, I fell to the sand and found myself staring at quite the collection of tits.

Grinning, I made small talk but then reminded myself to keep a lid on my libido and excused myself away. One cute brunette made a flippant comment to me about stopping by later but I tried to wall it away, and both Megan and Cassidy seemed to notice the change in my behavior compared with the past few months.

I stuck to my “plan”. Yeah, I flirted with my two ex-girlfriends a little, but for the most part I kept my really perverted comments to myself. We chatted as friends and interacted comfortably, although I did let my mind wander every now and again to memories of when we were all together as a triple. And it wasn’t just me. Megan and Cassidy kept looking at me and then exchanging glances, as if evaluating whether or not I was changing for real.

Eventually, it was time to head home and we packed up and left. And that afternoon, for the first time in a long while, I found myself taking matters into my own hands, envisioning the cute brunette from the beach as I jacked myself off into some tissues.

The orgasm was just about relief. I didn’t need anything else. Next week, yeah, I’d probably boink the Sanders twins a couple of times, but then it was off to camp and Dawn and I vowed to myself to learn to keep my dick in my pants. My time with Summer and my conversations with Megan perpetually reminded me that sex with people I barely knew could be pleasurable, but only sex with people I cared about could really satisfy.

I went that entire first week of summer break without having sex. By Wednesday I was twitchy, suffering withdrawal symptoms. By Friday I was a wreck. And by the following Monday, I was going INSANE. Brooke wondered what the hell was wrong with me, and even Eden and Emma were staying away from me. I just hadn’t gone this long without getting laid in a LONG time, and even my magazines and my right hand weren’t cutting it.

It didn’t help that Brooke had somehow picked up Brandi’s old exhibitionist streak. She was fifteen now and her developing body had certainly gotten a boost. She was in the middle of her growth spurt, something I realized with certainty the one time her towel slipped as she was crossing the hallway after a shower. I had just enough of a mental flash to boinking my older sister Brandi to give me a massive erection.

Brooke had noticed her effect on me, and for the past two nights, she’d been shamelessly parading herself nearly-naked across the hall in a tease that reminded me so much of Brandi. My little sister kept the naughty bits covered up with towels or underwear, but just barely. And I couldn’t even look forward to a reunion with Brandi to quench the incestuous thoughts from my mind. She and Dayna had gotten summer internships at Berkeley and wouldn’t be coming home, not even joining us at camp that summer.

I was going crazy with inner lust. I didn’t even have a specific target in mind. I just wanted to FUCK something. I was trying to be good and not get myself involved in casual hookups anymore, but I CRAVED to get laid. After all, I still had Donna’s number and figured she’d be up for a roll in the hay. If Donna wasn’t available, maybe Stacey wouldn’t be so averse to screwing for old time’s sake. And when I told myself that those weren’t healthy relationships and they were girls I didn’t really care about, my mind drifted away to Keira. She was still in her hunt for Mr. Right, and I thought it was certainly possible she hadn’t gotten a good lay in a LONG time herself.

And where were the Sanders twins? It had been just over a week since the girls got their periods. Surely they’d be done by now and just itching to get it on, right? But for the entire Monday morning, they hadn’t called.

So I held Donna’s and Stacey’s numbers in my hand. If I struck out twice, I resigned myself to visiting Keira. And reaching out with a twitchy hand, I got ready to make the call.

But before I could grab the phone that Monday afternoon, it rang on its own. I stared at the thing dumbfounded for a minute before snagging it, answering a confused “Hello?”

“Ben?” The voice was one of the Sanders twins. But from the ominous tone, she wasn’t calling for the expected booty call.

“Yeah?”

“It’s Abbie. Uh, we need to talk to you. Can you come over right now?”

Whatever was going on, getting out of the house sounded like a good idea. So I answered immediately, “I’ll be right over.”

My first indication that something was wrong was that the Sanders twins were wearing baggy clothing that totally obscured their nubile bodies. It was cool in the house, but not cold enough to justify thick fleece pajama pants and long-sleeved tops. More telling were the obvious bra straps. The twins did not have sex on their minds.

Also telling were the frightened looks in their eyes. Abbie escorted me into the living room where Allie was curled up on the couch and I seated myself into a chair facing them. The girls wouldn’t look me in the eye and we just kind of stared off for a few seconds before I leaned forward and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Allie burst into tears just then, Abbie frowned and looked at her sister, and neither girl responded immediately. I bit my lip and looked back and forth between them, trying to understand what the hell was going on. And then Allie got her sobbing under control just enough to blurt, “I’m pregnant!”

My eyes went wide. My hands felt clammy. And then I felt a dizzy sensation as inky blackness clouded over my vision and I surrendered myself to the blissful vacuum of unconsciousness.

I woke up on the floor to see Abbie hovering on top of me, waving a magazine in my face while I blinked rapidly. Somewhere behind her, I could still hear Allie crying. But Abbie had her focus on me as she asked, “You okay?”

I blinked a few more times and then grunted, “I think so.” She backed away as I gingerly sat up and rubbed my head. Looking to my left, I saw that Allie was sobbing quietly with both her hands over her face. My mouth went dry and I remembered the last words she had spoken. And to Abbie, I asked, “Is she really pregnant?”

Abbie sighed. “She’s more than a week late now. I’ve already finished my period. We had her take two different home tests. They both came up positive.”

“How?” I croaked.

Abbie rolled her eyes. “Well, you were there, remember? I think you know the how, Ben,” she practically spat. “After all, this is YOUR fault!”

“MY fault?”

“You didn’t bring any condoms!” Abbie yelled at me.

“I haven’t used a condom in months!” I yelled back as I elevated myself back up and onto the couch. “You were the ones planning this! You could have gotten on the pill!”

“We didn’t have time! It was all so last second and as the boy, you should be prepared!” Abbie growled.

“It’s YOUR body. Protect yourself. I was willing to back out, but you guys said you were safe!” I pointed a finger at Abbie and she blanched. “YOU told me you were safe! Three days until your period, right? Turned out more like seven, didn’t it? Or in Allie’s case, nine months!”

Now Abbie cringed. “Well… I… I didn’t think anything would happen. All the books we read said we’d only be fertile for a couple of days right in the middle!”

Allie just started bawling even louder. “Aaaaawwwwwwnnnnnggghhh!”

I winced and put my face in my hands. “What do we do?”

“You’re asking ME?” Abbie cried. “YOU’RE supposed to tell US what we’re supposed to do! You’re the big stud!”

“No one ever got pregnant!” I yelled back.

“AAAAAHHH!!!” Allie wailed so loud it got both our attentions. And only then did my panic subside enough for my protective instinct to kick in. I ignored Abbie and scooted right up to Allie, quickly wrapping the small girl up in my arms and rocking her back and forth like a baby.

Allie shrunk away from me for a split-second, enough for me to consider letting go, but then she huddled herself more closely into my embrace and buried her face against my chest.

“Shh…” I soothed. “I’m here, I’m here. We’ll work this out.”

Abbie put her hands on her hips and glared at me. “How?”

I waved my hand up and down impatiently. “I don’t know yet.”

“She CAN’T have a baby, Ben,” Abbie insisted and Allie wailed at the very thought. “She’s too young. We have plans. Are you ready to be a daddy?”

I winced. “Not really.”

“Do you want to marry Allie and settle down?”

“Well…” I drawled. I had no emotional feelings for Allie other than friendship and yeah, a little lust for her cute body. But marriage? “Let’s think this through.”

Allie bawled, “I’m not ready!”

“Okay, okay, Allie,” I rubbed her back. “We have options.”

Abbie just set her mouth into a hard line and glared at me. And then she reached in and forcefully started tugging her little sister away from me. “You’re right, Ben. We’re the girls. It’s about OUR lives and OUR bodies. So they’re OUR options to discuss. Come on, Allie. Ben was just leaving.”

Allie was still whimpering as Abbie pulled her from my grasp. I let go, looked up, and complained, “Don’t I have a say in this?”

“Just get out, Ben. We’ll talk about this and make a decision,” Abbie glared as she started urging her sister away and out of the living room.

I set my jaw and looked at her earnestly. “Abbie, I’ll do the right thing. I want to do the right thing. I’ll support her. I’ll pay medical costs. I’ll do whatever I have to do.”

For the first time since I arrived, Abbie’s expression towards me softened. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. “I believe you would, Ben. But we need to talk about this more. We called you just minutes after we got the results from the pregnancy tests, and we haven’t had time to let it all sink in.”

I bit my lip and Abbie sighed, still holding a crying Allie against her shoulder. Then Abbie looked over at me and said, “Go home, Ben. Calm down and think it over. Come back tomorrow morning. We’ll talk then.”

And then Abbie led her twin sister away.

The shiny Jetta pulled into the driveway as the garage door went up. The driver saw me sitting on the front steps and she waved before going inside and lowering the garage door.

A minute later, the front door swung open. Keira folded her arms over her chest, leaning against the door jamb and smiling at me. “Hi, Ben.”

“Uh, hey,” I stammered and looked at the floor.

She immediately stepped closer and put her hand on my shoulder. “Ben, what’s wrong?”

“I, uh… I think I’m in a little bit of trouble,” I frowned.

Keira nodded in sympathy and waved me inside, directing me towards the living room. I sat on the couch. She took a wing chair opposite me and leaned forward. “So what kind of trouble are you into, Ben?”

I bit my lip and stared downward. Twice, I started saying “I…” Both times, I couldn’t actually get the words out. It was as if saying them would make it more… real. And I didn’t want it to be real.

She waited for me patiently, and eventually I managed to blubber, “I got a girl pregnant.”

Keira’s eyes flew open and she put a hand over her mouth to cover her gasp of surprise. But she recovered quickly and leaned over, grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently. Her eyebrows furrowed as she ran through a gamut of questions in her head before asking, “May I ask who?”

“Allie… Allison Sanders. She’s a girl in my class at school.”

Keira nodded her head up and down as she searched through her memory. I’d talked about my friends with her a few times and she had a vague sense of the girls around me. “She has a twin sister?”

I nodded. “Abbie… Abigail. She’s not pregnant.”

Keira’s eyebrows went up. “But you’ve had sex with her, too. Haven’t you?”

I winced. “They wanted me to take their virginities at the same time. They told me they were safe. I guess Allie wasn’t.”

Keira planted her chin into her palm and frowned, looking down and away for a moment. And then she looked up at me and said, “Tell me everything.”

A little over a half-hour later, Keira shook her head and rubbed her temples. “Ben, when I said to step back from relationships and figure out what you wanted, I didn’t mean to have casual sex with half a dozen girls with no commitment.”

I’d started by telling her everything about Abbie and Allie, from their proposition to Megan’s warning to the night itself. She didn’t need the gory details, but she wanted to know the decisions that had gotten me there.

It felt cathartic to pour everything out to her, so I’d kept going. I talked about Adrienne wanting to keep our relationship intact but my sleeping with Donna after I’d thought Adrienne had broken up with me. I told Keira about the booty calls with Stacey and Mandy. And I told her about all the emotions involved with Summer.

And when I was done, Keira looked at me still shaking her head. “Think you understand any more about love?”

I frowned. “Just that there’s a big difference between sex and love. I feel like I’ve had the least sexual contact with Summer, and yet being with her and just holding her in my arms is the closest I’ve felt to love since Adrienne.”

Keira canted her head to the side. “Well, that’s something at least.” She sighed. “And how do you feel about Allie?”

I frowned. “I… she’s sweet… and she’s cute…”

“But…” Keira led me.

I sighed. “But there’s no spark between us. There’s plenty of mutual lust and they’re very enthusiastic in bed. But I don’t think there’s anything romantic. They just wanted to experience sex and I was the logical candidate. I don’t think they looked at me as boyfriend material and even though I’ve known them for years, I never really considered them as long-term relationship targets.”

Keira’s eyebrows went up. “I asked about Allie, not ‘them’.”

I arched an eyebrow.

Keira sighed. “You still think of them as a pair. Doing twins probably got you off, but you don’t even really think of Allie as an individual girl. And if you’re not thinking of her that way, then there’s no WAY you can even consider settling down and marrying her. Even if you think it’s the right thing for the baby, it’s the WRONG thing for both of you.”

“But if she keeps the baby, aren’t I responsible for supporting her?”

Keira shrugged. “Yes, you’d have to. But this is 2001, not 1951. You can support her and be a part of the baby’s life without marrying Allie.”

I shook my head. “And what if she doesn’t want to keep the baby? Put it up for adoption or… or… uh, abort it?”

“How do you feel about that? Abortion?” Keira looked at me intently.

I wilted under her gaze, feeling the moral tug telling me that abortion is wrong, etc., etc. But I also considered how much a baby would fuck up my life, and Allie’s as well. “It would be easier…”

“But could you live with yourself if you talked her into aborting it?”

“I…” I sighed. “I don’t know. How could I possibly know? I’ve never aborted a baby before.”

Keira nodded. “First mature thing you’ve said in an hour,” she chuckled.

I buried my face in my hands and groaned. It was all just too much pressure. I wasn’t ready. I’d always known this was how babies were made, but I never thought this would actually happen to me. Didn’t we live in a time of easy birth control? Would I have to drop out of school and get a job? Would I not be able to go to college? Would I end up having to marry Allie and live the rest of my life with a girl I didn’t feel “that way” about? Would I lose all of my friends? Would my parents execute me?

It was all too much. My head hurt and I felt tears welling up inside me. Whimpering and shaking, I squeezed my own temples and pleaded, “Tell me, Keira. Tell me what to do.”

She sighed and patted the back of my head, rubbing my neck soothingly. “I’m sorry, Ben. I can’t just tell you. That’s something you’ve got to figure out for yourself. It’s the only way you’ll ever mature.”

I was practically catatonic for the rest of the day. I went to my room and no matter who was banging on the door, I refused answer it. Eventually, my mom got the master key and my parents let themselves in.

“Ben, what’s wrong?” Mom asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Honey, you know you can tell us anything.”

Not this. Not until I had a better idea of what my plan was, a plan I hadn’t even started conceiving just yet. I didn’t even bother to answer my mom; I just turned my head and looked away from her.

I heard her sigh. “Ben, come down to dinner.”

I stared away.

“Ben,” Dad said in a stern voice. “Listen to your mother.”

“I’m not hungry,” I answered.

“Ben,” Mom began again.

“Just leave me alone, please?”

The way my head was tilted, I couldn’t actually see my parents. But in my dark room, their shadows were cast on the far wall by the hallway light behind them, and I could see their heads turn together as they exchanged some sort of communication. And then the two of them just turned around and left. Thankfully, they closed the door behind them.

Sometime in the late evening, well after my parents had gone to sleep, I was still sitting up in bed, contemplating the nature of my existence. I heard a light knock at my door, and still in my own little world, I didn’t answer. No matter, a few seconds later, it began to swing open. My parents had not re-locked the door and I stared impassively as the hallway illumination spilled into my bedroom.

“Ben?” Brooke called softly as she came into view, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso. Her hair was damp as she was just out of the shower, and I couldn’t help but notice how her growing curves stretched out the towel in very specific places. Silhouetted by the light behind her, I couldn’t make out her features very well, and for a brief moment I thought it was Brandi standing before me. My little sister was certainly growing up.

I didn’t answer but just stared impassively. Brooke looked startled when she saw me sitting up in bed like a statue, my unyielding gaze aimed right at her. But I didn’t move.

Curious, Brooke waved her hand up and down, as anyone does in front of someone who appears to be staring off at nothing. She switched to waving both arms, and again asked a hesitant, “Ben? Are you okay?”

She flipped the light switch on the wall, forcing me to blink a few times against the blinding light now filling my bedroom. Brooke visibly relaxed when she realized I was at least alive, even if I wasn’t responsive. She approached the bed, walking up until she was just a few feet away from me. I kept my gaze forward, so that she was standing just to the left in my peripheral vision.

Again, Brooke did the hand waving thing in front of my eyes. I blinked, but I didn’t turn my gaze. Why should I? I just didn’t feel like it. Eventually, she’d give up and go away, leaving me in peace.

But she didn’t give up right away. Brooke snapped her fingers a couple of times in front of my nose, to no response. Then she actually pushed on my shoulder a few times, forcing my body to wave but in the end, I returned to my original position, still staring off a thousand yards ahead of me.

“Ben… you’re starting to scare me,” she said in a quivering voice, sounding more like a frightened child than a nearly full-grown young woman.

I just blinked and didn’t answer her.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Brooke fidgeting, trying to decide what to do next. I just breathed slowly… in and out… I simply didn’t care. And then in my peripheral vision, I saw Brooke take a deep breath, then reach up and flip open the tuck in her towel between her breasts.

The terrycloth quickly slid down her body, puddling at her ankles. My little sister’s tight, toned, barely 15-year-old body came into view. She had a golden tan and a rich glow from the shower. Her dark hair was damp and slicked back behind her. Her breasts were healthy mounds now, decent handfuls that again reminded me of Brandi. And what finally got a reaction out of me was when I realized that her pussy was completely bare-shaven. Overall, Brooke was growing up into a babe, just like her older sister.

I gulped and Brooke smiled as she realized she’d gotten SOME reaction out of me. Her nipples hardened and I started to hear her breathing heavily. But I still wanted to ward away the world. And so maintaining my thousand-yard stare, I said in a low voice, “Brooke, put some clothes on.”

“Ben…”

“Out. Now.” My voice was a growl and she knew I was serious. Frowning, Brooke bent and scooped up her towel, trapping it against the front of her torso as she scurried out of my room without closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but let my eyes twitch over to stare at her tight ass as she ran away.

It took me a few minutes to will away my arousal and let my cock go limp again. I hadn’t had sex in a LONG time (for me) and even though I’d had sex with Brandi, that didn’t make it right for me to lust after Brooke. Hell, she was only fifteen. Eventually, I got myself under control and only then did I stand up, close my bedroom door, and return to bed.

All I had left to do was wait. There were still several hours before I could go to Abbie and Allie and really discuss with them our futures.

I didn’t get any sleep that night.

I managed to wait until 9am before arriving at the Sanders residence. My eyes were bloodshot and despite taking a shower and changing my clothes, I felt dirty and greasy inside, as if the exhaustion of my all-nighter was seeping through my skin.

Abbie answered the door wearing the baggy fleece pants and long-sleeved top again. Her eyes were rimmed red as well, but she just had a fierce look of conviction on her face. She took one look at me and said, “Come in.” And then she turned and walked upstairs.

I closed the door behind me and followed Abbie up to the twins’ bedroom. The familiar sight of the blue and green side-by-side beds brought back so many memories of that night I took their virginities. But instead of two horny, cocktail dress-wearing young women, I now faced two shell-shocked teenagers. Allie was still in bed, underneath the covers and staring at the ceiling. She looked as catatonic as I’d been last night.

Abbie moved over and sat down on her bed. I found the spare chair, the same one where one twin would sit and watch while I deflowered the other. I took a deep breath and started to speak, “Girls, I—”

“We took care of it,” Abbie cut me off.

I didn’t understand right away. “Huh?”

Abbie gave me a stern look, but she started breathing hard as her heartbeat accelerated. “It’s over. It was my fault in the first place. I knew our periods weren’t for another week but I lied because I wanted to lose my virginity. I never even gave Allie the chance to back out once we knew you didn’t have any condoms. Or I could have asked you to go to the store or home or wherever to get some. Hell, I could have let you pull out instead of demanding to feel you cum inside of me. But I was horny and impatient. I didn’t think we were in our fertile time. My fault. My responsibility. I had to make a decision.”

My eyebrows pinched in as I started to understand.

Abbie took a deep breath and looked away from me. “So I took my little sister to the clinic and we aborted the baby. It’s over.”

I was stunned. Not that I was looking forward to being a teenaged parent, but I’d thought I’d at least get the chance to discuss the issue. Wasn’t that the point? Sleep on it for a day and think about consequences and our futures? “But… but…”

“It’s done, Ben. You’re off the hook.”

My gaze flicked over to Allie, who was still in bed but now looking at me intently. “Allie…” I said softly, sympathetically. Only she could know how I felt in this moment. I didn’t really WANT to have a baby, but at the same time, there was something inside her with a beating heart that was part ME. And now it was gone. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know, Ben,” Allie said in a weak voice. “I know… But it was my decision.”

I bit my lip and pushed away the thoughts of an embryo. I focused on the girl I’d impregnated, even if only for a little while. And I got off the chair and went to kneel next to her. Tenderly, I put my hand on top of her head and rubbed lightly. “How are you?”

She gave me a small smile. “I’m okay. I’m sad…” she sniffled. “But I’m okay.”

Still biting my lip, I closed my eyes and nodded. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief along with a deep sense of loss. Something big and profound had happened in my life. I’d mentally reminded myself of the concept of consequences for my actions over the past few months. I’d told myself to think before I put my dick inside a girl, and I worried about all the emotional attachments and heartbreaks and jealousies that flared up around sex. But somehow, I’d never stopped to consider THE primary consequence of sex. I’d never stopped to consider pregnancy. And now it had stared me right in the face.

I’d gotten EXTREMELY lucky, I knew that. Even if I wasn’t sure it was the outcome I would have wanted, given my own moral compass, it was an outcome that was probably the logical best thing for me.

And yet I’d also lost a human part of me. I’d created life… life that wasn’t there anymore. It was a crushing loss that I wasn’t expecting to feel, and it weighed down on my heart like an anchor. Unbidden, I started crying. And as the seconds ticked by, the stream of tears intensified and gradually turned into wracking sobs.

I felt someone stroking my back and realized that my face was on Allie’s chest. She was crying as well and holding me, her hands running up and down my spine. Her soft brown eyes stared deep into my soul, recognizing the same pain she felt herself. And together, the would be mom and dad mourned for our loss.

What felt like ages later, Abbie handed me some tissues and I wiped up my face. Allie cleaned herself up as well and gave me a look of apology, as if somehow she were at fault for what had happened. I shook my head in the negative without knowing if there was a question to respond to, and then gently taking Allie’s face in my hands I bent and gave her a soft kiss.

She whimpered into my mouth and kissed back for the brief seconds we were joined, and then I pulled away and stood up. For the rest of our lives, Allison Sanders and I would be bonded together by what had happened to us. No matter what happened in our futures, we would always have this shared part of our past.

I felt sort of guilty, like I had stolen some part of Allie from her sister. After all, for twin sisters who had shared everything together, clothes and toys and even the loss of their virginities, I was now responsible for something that distinctly separated them. Allie now had an experience that Abbie couldn’t share, not exactly.

But at the moment, all three of us just seemed to be both relieved and in shock at the resolution. Abbie went to sit on the green bed with her sister, Allie scooting over so that she could lay her head in the older twin’s lap. We all stared back and forth at each other for a few minutes, wondering what to do now.

I broke the ice by asking, “Is there anything you need from me?”

Abbie replied, “No. We’re okay.”

A thought came to me. “How much did it cost?” I quickly dug out my wallet.

Abbie shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”

I grabbed every bill I had and thrust it at Abbie. “Please. I promised to support her in any way. This is the very least of things I’m responsible for.”

Abbie sighed and took the money then tossed it onto a nightstand. “Just… don’t forget about us, okay? Don’t be one of those guys who ignores us like we’re somehow… unclean… afterwards.”

“Never,” I insisted and looked to Allie. “Never,” I said again. I felt relieved when Allie nodded in acceptance of my declaration. “I’m still Ben. I’m your friend. I could never be like that.”

Abbie nodded, seeming confident in her belief that I wasn’t really a bad guy. After all, wasn’t that one of the reasons they’d wanted me to deflower them in the first place?

I felt a powerful need to be there for the girls in the aftermath. I felt like I HAD to show them, prove to them that I would still be their friend. But then I was reminded of where I was going in a few days. “I, uh, I still have this summer camp thing for a month. But I can come back tomorrow.”

Abbie sighed and shook her head with pain in her eyes. “What for? It’s over. There’s nothing more to discuss.”

I winced.

Allie looked up. “Ben, you’re leaving on Saturday, right?”

I nodded.

Allie continued, “Just give us this week to… to just be… We need some time to ourselves, okay? A lot has happened lately and we just need to slow everything down.”

I nodded in understanding. I was sooo looking forward to camp and just getting away from my life here.

“But when you come back,” Allie continued, her golden brown eyes shining at me. “Give us a call, okay?”

I nodded. “I promise.”

I didn’t drive home right away. Instead, I went up into the foothills, back to a spot I remembered from my days with Megan and Cassidy. From up there, I could see across Laguna Beach and to the ocean. Feeling the breeze and watching the ebb and flow of the tides, it was like being at the beach, only without any other people around.

I was bone tired, but I still couldn’t sleep. I thought of what my baby might have looked like. I thought of what my life would have been like. And the tears started rolling down my cheeks again.

Because I passed out just after dinner on Tuesday night, exhausted from being awake for thirty-five-odd hours, I woke up really early on Wednesday. I didn’t feel like being lost to my thoughts anymore; and my room was too quiet. So I went downstairs and fired up the Playstation.

I was still mindlessly gaming when Eden and Emma gave me goodbye pecks on the cheeks before they left to go hang out with friends for the day. And I was still a zombie with a controller on the couch when the doorbell rang and Brooke invited her boyfriend Perry Anderson in.

The teenage couple greeted each other with wet kisses before Perry saw me. I glanced over and he said, “Oh, hey Ben. What’s up?”

I nodded and then Perry started whispering, although his voice was panicked and loud enough for me to still hear. “What’s your brother doing here? I thought he left most every day?”

“Forget him,” Brooke replied in a full voice, uncaring if I overheard. “He’s got some girl problems and he’s been out of it for the past couple of days.”

Perry was still whispering loud enough for me to hear. “But I thought we’d have the house to ourselves.”

“Relax. He’s not going to walk in on us. Mmm…” Brooke hummed. “Actually, it kinda turns me on to think my big bro might catch us,” she giggled.

“Brooke!” Perry husked in that panicked voice, but he let my sister take his hand and tug him up the stairs towards Brooke’s bedroom.

I rolled my eyes and focused on my video game. I remembered what it was like to be fifteen and I didn’t begrudge Brooke the explorations of her sexuality (as long as they weren’t too focused on me). I knew she needed to experiment a little with boys and I was pretty sure she was still a virgin. Of course, I hadn’t been paying that much attention lately… and she WAS shaving her pubes…

I frowned, feeling the big brother overprotectiveness kicking in. She WAS still a virgin, wasn’t she? I mean, I didn’t pop my cherry until I was sixteen, and Brooke had only turned fifteen last month. She still hadn’t even given a blowjob back in January. And she wouldn’t DARE do anything really outrageous with me in the house, would she?

Consequences. There were always consequences. It was something I hadn’t really learned for myself until just now, so surely Brooke wasn’t really considering them either. After all, isn’t it just human nature for a 15-year-old to let their hormones do their thinking for them?

But no, Brooke was a smart girl. She knew she was cute and she was quite popular with the boys in her class (not to mention the boys from upper classes). She didn’t have to put out or anything just for attention and she certainly wouldn’t be so cavalier with her body with just anybody.

Then again, Perry wasn’t just anybody. Brooke had been dating him since what, November? From my memory of teenagers, boys didn’t stick around for eight months unless there was SOME progress. Just how far had my little sister let him get?

I tried to focus on my video game. But after a while, my mind’s constant wanderings into speculation on what Brooke was doing upstairs completely disrupted my concentration and I just shut off the damn console in frustration. I let out a long exhalation, and then I got up off the couch.

I wasn’t going to spy on them or anything. I just wanted to wander by my little sister’s bedroom door and make sure I didn’t hear anything… alarming.

As expected, I could see from the top of the stairs that Brooke’s door was closed. And taking care to be as quiet as possible, I tiptoed down the hallway. I had enough practice going back and forth after my parents had gone to sleep to know how to be quiet on that hallway.

But when I got to the door, I found that it wasn’t completely closed. And my ears were quickly assaulted by the groaning moans and wet smacks of a young couple in the throes of passion.

“Ohhh, Perry…” Brooke moaned before I heard the mattress shift.

“Shhh… you don’t want your brother to hear,” he shushed her.

Yeah, that qualified as “alarming” in my book.

The door was open just a crack and with both the light pouring through Brooke’s bedroom window and the darkness of the hallway, I was pretty sure I could remain unseen. So crouching down, I put one knee to the floor and then leaned in, aiming my eye through the small opening.

It wasn’t QUITE as bad as I’d been expecting, but it was pretty close. Brooke was lying back across her bed, her shirt up around her neck with her bra undone. Perry was alternately kissing her lips and her breasts, both nipples wet and reflecting the sunlight from the window. Lower down, Brooke’s shorts and panties were around her knees as Perry slowly rubbed his fingers over her naked pussy. And my little sister moaned into her boyfriend’s mouth as he pleasured her body.

I fought down a moan of my own. I’d briefly glimpsed Brooke naked once before, but in my morose and depressed state, I hadn’t paid very much attention to her. Yeah, I noticed things, but I was also interested in getting her dressed and out of my room.

But this time, I had no choice but to see Brooke as a sexy young woman. When she turned her head to passionately kiss Perry, I couldn’t see her face and all I was left with was a nubile teenage body without a trace of fat, perky round breasts, and a delicate swell of hips. I knew I should turn away and give Brooke her privacy, but I just couldn’t do it.

Meanwhile, Brooke also had her hand in Perry’s shorts, jerking him rhythmically. Once, it looked like Brooke was about to bring her boyfriend over the edge as he tensed up and started pleading with her to “Stop-stop-stop-stop-stop!”

She pulled her hand out. Perry exhaled. And one accident was averted. Brooke giggled and kissed her boyfriend.

When they pulled apart, Perry leaned in and asked, “You want me to lick you again?”

Brooke’s eyes lit up and she nodded her head. “Please.” Then the two teenagers quickly separated and hurriedly removed excess clothing while getting into position. Brooke got herself completely naked, kicking away her bottoms before whipping her tops over her head. Perry grinned and followed suit before sliding down the bed and lying on his stomach between Brooke’s legs.

I felt my own jaw dropping as I watched Brooke spreading her legs wide, opening up her cute, tight pussy. The hairless labia were firmly pressed together, having never been stretched in her lifetime, and I groaned at the arousing sight of my 15-year-old sister putting herself in such an intimately vulnerable position. And then my view was blocked as Perry moved his face down.

Brooke scrunched her face up in confusion for a little bit. Every now and again Perry would do something right and she’d moan or sigh happily, but the boy seemed to be doing a lot of fumbling down there. I wondered if that was what my life would have been like if Keira hadn’t taught me. But just then, Perry did something really right and Brooke arched her back off the bed and moaned for a second.

Turned on beyond belief, I couldn’t help but groan myself, instantly clapping my hand over my mouth once I realized I’d made a noise. But with Brooke’s thighs around his head, Perry didn’t notice.

Brooke, however, did. Her gaze flashed over to the door, her eyes narrowing as she tried to determine if she’d heard something or not. And then to my surprise, a wide smile crossed her face. She giggled and very deliberately winked at me.

I still wasn’t sure if she could see me. Based on the light I imagined that she couldn’t. But whether she knew or guessed my presence, it seemed clear that she didn’t mind. In fact, my little sister kept her gaze right on the door as she began undulating her hips against Perry’s face and moaning up a storm.

“Yes! Yes!” she panted. “Lick me, baby! Stick that tongue into my tight cunt! Lick me!”

Perry was quite energized by the encouragement, and he seemingly didn’t mind Brooke’s hand grasping his hair and physically moving him around to where she wanted him.

“Yes! Yessss,” Brooke crooned. “Oh, eat me! Eat me, baby!”

Perry popped up to breathe and exclaimed, “Wow! I’ve never seen you this turned on before!”

“Shut up and eat!” Brooke slammed his head back down into her crotch, redirecting her boyfriend to his task. But when she moaned, she did so while staring right at me.

Perry popped his head up again. “Keep it down! I don’t want your brother barging in on us.”

“Don’t worry,” Brooke giggled and glanced towards me and the crack in the door. “Ben’s cool. He doesn’t mind.” And then she shoved his face back into her crotch. Perry went right back to work, and after another minute of oral attention, my little sister threw her head back and screamed her orgasm.

It was a thing of beauty. Her back arched, her hips quivered, and my sister’s skin glowed with its own inner illumination. I had long thought Brooke was just too young for sexual things, not old enough nor mature enough. But not any longer. My little sister was a young woman now. And she had young woman urges.

I used to get the impression that Brooke wanted to learn about sex and blowjobs out of a childlike curiosity, as if sex were a cool new toy she wanted to play with. But now her body had developed, she was flush with hormones, and she had the arousal and cravings to match. Maybe I hadn’t lost my cherry until I was sixteen, but then they do say girls develop faster than boys. My little sister truly had the sex drive of a young woman now.

Brooke had no sooner finished her orgasm than Perry was suddenly on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows above her while he nudged his hips in between her legs. “Please, Brooke. Can we?”

I held my breath. Had she already had full intercourse?

“No, you know I’m not ready, Perry.”

“Please? I’m dying here,” the boy whined. “You’ve been holding out on me for weeks!”

“I’m not ready for sex yet, Perry!” Brooke insisted.

“Come ON, Brooke!” Perry moaned. “Arman’s already done it with Erin!”

“I’m not Erin!”

“I know… you’re so much hotter than Erin. I can’t help it, baby. I want to be INSIDE of you.”

“Don’t force me, Perry. C’mon. Lemme give you a blowjob, okay?”

Dejected but willing, the boy rolled over onto his back. His eyes were locked onto Brooke’s face as she rolled over and knelt over his prick, which waved upright like a plant seeking the sun. For a 15-year-old, Perry had a decent cock. It was long and skinny, like him. And then I watched the shaft slowly disappearing as my sister’s mouth descended around it.

Brooke wasn’t much of a cocksucker. She didn’t know much more than sucking while bobbing her head up and down. She didn’t use her hands except to brace them on the mattress, and there wasn’t much variety in her strokes. Apparently, she hadn’t seen THAT much of Brandi doing it to me, and Brandi hadn’t taught her THAT much in the subsequent dildo-instruction session.

Not that Perry minded Brooke’s relative lack of expertise. He was in seventh heaven, just laying back and enjoying the sensations. He gave Brooke no direction or hints, just soaking up whatever she did without visible reaction. Every now and again his hips bucked upwards involuntarily, so she must have been doing something right, but I couldn’t help but envision properly teaching my little sister how to give a blowjob like she’d always wanted me to and THEN seeing what she was capable of.

As it was, after the first five minutes, Brooke DID start experimenting. She brought her hand around to pump him while she licked the head like an ice cream cone. She kept glancing over to me as if unsure if I was still there and watching, the look in her eyes more questioning than certain of my presence. And she also attempted to deep-throat Perry, pushing herself further down and trying to breathe through her nose before her gag reflex kicked in and she came up coughing.

This happened three times before she turned her head away and fought the urge to puke. Clearly, she’d pushed herself beyond what she was ready for and tried to gamely stroke Perry’s prick in her hand while recovering her breath.

But Perry could feel the drop-off in stimulation and he picked his head up with a complaining look on his face. “Aww…” he whined.

“Sorry,” Brooke choked out. “I just can’t do it.”

Perry got a little smile on his face as he pulled his girlfriend towards him and rolled her onto her back. “That’s okay, baby. I love you.”

Brooke smiled happily and said back, “I love you, too.” I could actually SEE her thighs spread wider as Perry gave her the three-word magic phrase, always the key to unlocking a girl’s vagina.

“Mmm… I love you,” Perry repeated. “That’s why I want to be with you so badly. I want to be inside you.” He suited words to action as he slid over her body again, nudging his pelvis in between her legs. If I had to guess, his erection was lying right on top of Brooke’s pussy mound.

Then Perry got a funny look in his eyes. “It’s okay if you can’t finish me off with your mouth, Brooke-baby. Just let me inside you and I’ll love you more than ever.” He started retracting his hips, gliding his cock downward across her vaginal cleft.

“No…” Brooke frowned and then repeated, “I’m not ready yet.”

“C’mon, baby. You’re leaving me in just a few days. I won’t see you for a whole month! Don’t you love me? Can’t you give me this to remember you by?” Perry’s hips stopped their retraction and I saw his buttcheeks tighten as he prepared himself for the forward lunge.

Brooke gasped and rolled her head back. I imagined Perry now had his cock lined up with my little sister’s pussy, and with the application of a little force, he could push his way inside.

“Perry, no,” Brooke moaned, her face flushed, but she didn’t roll her hips away from his cock. She was clearly aroused and her hormones were screaming at her to let him in, but a part of her still hesitated. Consequences. Was she thinking of the consequences?

My eyes popped open as that big, long C-word entered MY head. It had been extremely arousing to watch Brooke and Perry engaging in their oral play and as I watched them moving into position for intercourse, I’d still felt quite turned on. But now, as I realized Perry was maneuvering his bare, naked, unsheathed cock at my little sister’s bare, naked, unprotected pussy, fear set into my heart.

No. They couldn’t. Brooke could NOT make the same mistake I did with Allie. When was her last period? Did Mom put her on the pill? Oh, SHIT! I started to get to my feet.

“Don’t you love me?” Perry moaned and I saw his buttcheeks clench tightly as he started pressing forward.

“Perry, no!” Brooke whimpered as she rolled her hips, now trying to get herself out of the way, but he’d already settled his weight onto her pelvis, preventing her from moving. In a more panicked voice, she shrieked, “Perry, NO!”

“Yes!” Perry grunted as he rammed his hips forward.

“NO!!!” Brooke screamed and bucked herself wildly, twisting to the side. And then she screamed, “BEN!!!”

I’d already busted the door open and taken two steps into the bedroom by the time my little sister yelled my name. Perry saw me in the corner of his eye and started shrinking away, muttering “Oh shit.”

He was too late as I launched myself at him with arms outstretched, tackling his smaller body and yanking him off the bed as we tumbled to the floor. We hit the floor with a painful thud, both of us rolling over a few times while scrabbling for a good hold.

“SONOFABITCH!” I yelled as I got up to my knees. Perry was sprawled sideways in front of me and his torso was completely unprotected when my right fist slammed into his side just above his kidneys.

He screamed and lashed out at me with one leg, his knee glancing off my arm. My left fist thrust out and hit him in the chest before he managed to slap my cheek. And then I lunged forward and pinned his belly beneath my knee while I smacked him on the side of his head, dazing him.

Perry probably stood 5’8” and weighed a skinny 130, far smaller than my near six-feet and 180 pounds. He wasn’t moving anywhere as I kept him trapped beneath my knee and he simply used his arms to try and keep me from hitting his head too hard.

But then all of a sudden Perry shrieked and stiffened up. It was the agonizing howl of pain that men around the world could hear and wince at, because Brooke had circled around, taken aim between his legs, and delivered the swift kick of female vengeance on the poor kid’s testicles.

I even winced in sympathy, and that took the fight right out of me. I lifted my knee and stepped back, letting Perry curl into a fetal position to cradle his abused balls.

With tears streaming down her cheeks and eyes downcast, Brooke walked straight over to me and wrapped herself against my side, both of us completely ignoring her nudity. She buried her face into my chest, sobbing quietly, and I rocked her slowly.

Eventually, Perry managed to open his eyes and turned his gaze up to me. I glared at him with undisguised hatred and he quailed, fully expecting me to let go of Brooke and start beating the shit out of him again.

I wanted to. I started to release my sister, but she clutched at my clothes in terror and Perry got his reprieve as I was unwilling to let go of her. And the horny boy managed to crawl over to his clothes and then limp out the bedroom door. I didn’t expect to see him again anytime soon.

Brooke’s sniffling calmed down once Perry was gone. I leaned over and gently pressed my lips to her forehead. She shivered and then let out a long exhalation, still shuddering in my grasp.

“You okay?” I asked softly.

She didn’t answer verbally, but nodded her head up and down.

Wincing, I managed to croak out my next question, my heart filled with dread. “Did he… uh… did he?”

Brooke started to shake her head ‘no’, then reached down between her own legs, feeling around and pressing a finger into her channel. She bit her lip and then looked up at me with a faint smile on her face. And then she shook her head in a full negative.

I sighed, visibly relaxing. And then I said softly, “I’m sorry, Brooke. I should have stopped him sooner.”

She shook her head. “Not your fault, Ben.” She sniffled and then rubbed herself more tightly against me. I became acutely aware of her nakedness, feeling the hard points of her nipples poking into me. “It was my fault. I let things get out of hand.”

We were both quiet for a minute, me stroking her spine gently while Brooke huddled herself in my arms. And then I asked, “Did you know I was watching?”

I felt her tremble and when she looked up at me, she was blushing. “I was hoping you would. That’s why I left the door open a crack.”

I arched an eyebrow at my sister. “You did?”

She turned bright red. “It really did turn me on to think of you watching. The whole time he was licking me, I was imagining it was you, Ben.” Brooke sighed. “Brandi told me you were the best lover she ever had.”

I bit my lip and willed away the naughty images flooding my mind. It wasn’t easy, given that I was holding the naked object of my momentary fantasies.

“And when Perry wanted to put it in me, part of me was imagining it was you. And I wouldn’t have minded that, Ben. I wouldn’t have minded if you wanted to put yourself inside me,” she said in a quiet voice. “Maybe that’s why I let him get so close.”

THAT certainly didn’t help my libido. And if this was Winter Break, and I was the same young boy who’d eagerly had sex with my sister Brandi, I might have just rolled Brooke onto her back and done my best to fulfill her fantasy. But I wasn’t that same boy anymore. The Ben I was today was cognizant of the fact that Brooke had very nearly gotten raped, and she was in a really messed up emotional state at this moment. And as her big brother, it was my responsibility to keep a level head.

“Brooke,” I began. “There’s a big part of me that wants to do that, but I won’t. If we did, there would be consequences. It’s not as simple as finding pleasure and having some fun. There are ALWAYS consequences.”

“I love you, Ben.” With eyes shining, Brooke tilted her head and turned her gaze up to me. “I love you. And what if I’m okay with those consequences?”

I gritted my teeth, forcing away my arousal. And after closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I gave a lot of thought before making any decisions to put my dick inside of Brooke, a cute, sexy 15-year-old girl. And when I opened my eyes, that urge was gone. It was just me — big brother Ben — and my little sister.

I hugged her firmly, platonically, not going anywhere near her naughty bits. And once again I kissed her forehead tenderly. “C’mon, Brooke. Put some clothes on. And then let’s open up a tub of ice cream or something.”

She smiled and nodded. Soon we both would get away from the real world and make a fresh start.