The Windy Pines, My Fourth Summer, Part 1

 

 

The Windy Pines

My Fourth Summer

Part 1

 

Fanlon

 

 

 

 

Copyright

The Windy Pines

My Fourth Summer

Copyright © 2024, Fanlon. All rights reserved

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

Product names, brands, and other trademarks referred to within this book are the property of their respective trademark holders. Unless otherwise specified, no association between the author and any trademark holder is expressed or implied. Nor does it express any endorsement by them, or of them. Use of a term in this book should not be regarded as affecting the validity of any trademark, registered trademark, or service mark.

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

 

 

Chapter One

 

No sooner had we got home and unpacked, which only took thirty minutes, Mom ushered Sara and me into the car to go school shopping at the mall. Oh joy. It came as no surprise that I wasn’t at all excited about this little adventure. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Mom hadn’t insisted on taking care of both Sara’s and my needs at the same time. Shopping with a female high school senior was even less enjoyable than when she was a junior. Shocking, I know!

To be fair, school shopping was terrible every year, regardless of how old my sister was. I genuinely couldn’t remember a time that there wasn’t an end of the world catastrophic situation before we were done. I spent the car ride in the backseat mentally trying to prepare for what was inevitably going to come, regardless of how many times my mom rolled her eyes and told me it was going to be just fine.

When we pulled into the parking lot, it was packed. There wasn’t a single solitary space anywhere near the main entrance doors. Even the handicapped spots were taken, and it was obvious a lot of those cars didn’t have drivers with disabilities, or they all just happened to forget the little blue badges that hung on hangers under the rear-view mirrors designating their status.

Luckily for us we weren’t looking to park and go in through the main entrance. When we came to the mall, Mom came for three stores. Dillard’s, Younkers, and JCPenney. They all were located at one end of the mall and had their own separate entrances away from the food-court and various boutiques and stores like Clare’s, The Buckle, Banana Republic, and Hot Topic. As usual, we went to Dillard’s first.

I had a sneaking suspicion the only reason we stopped at Dillard’s and Younkers first was the make-up and fragrance counters. We rarely, if ever, bought something from these stores. That didn’t stop my sister and mom from browsing through each and every single thing they had to offer. If you were in the market for a skirt-suit or whatever they’re called because you worked in a law office and wanted some of those fluffy blouses with shoulder pads, these were the stores for you. For us high school kids, we needed something else. Something different. At least I did.
 

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When we finally left JCPenney, the last of the three stores my mom loved to shop in, Sara was holding four bags, two in each hand. My mother had two herself, and I, well, my hands were empty. I hadn’t found one single thing to get.

“Can we go to The Buckle?” I asked.

The entrance into the mall proper was no more than ten steps away from the cashier we were standing in front of.

“The Buckle?” Mom gave me a curious look before glancing at the watch on her wrist. “Not today. You’ll have to come back with your dad later or something. We need to get back so I can get started on dinner.”

“Mom!” I complained. “That’s not fair. School starts Monday!”

“Tomorrow is Sunday, so you have plenty of time.”

“You could have just let me go on my own instead of following you two around,” I muttered angrily.

Mom’s eyebrow went up, giving me an accusatory look while Sara’s jaw dropped at my words. I should have kept my mouth shut but following those two around three different stores for the last few hours had me on edge.

“What was that?” Mom barked, while Sara shifted her bulging bags in her hands, so she didn’t drop them.

My eyes instantly found something interesting on the floor to look at instead of my mom. 

“Go to the car,” Mom demanded. She was angry, angrier than I had seen her in a while. “Once we get home, you can talk to your father about taking you to The Buckle.”

I nodded, my shoulder slumped, and I kept my eyes low, and I followed them out of the store.

After dinner, I did the dishes. It wasn’t my turn to do the scrubbing, but I felt bad about what had happened earlier. Sara wasn’t about to stop me. Not after casserole night. Scrubbing those dishes was hard work and usually we would argue over who had to wash and who was on drying duty. Tonight, there wasn’t an argument. Sara offered me a thankful smile but didn’t say anything the whole time we worked side by side. I scrubbed, she dried and put everything away. When we were done, the counters were cleaned off, and everything was put away. I was ready to go to my room.

“Goodnight,” I called out.

“Goodnight, Sam,” my parents echoed.

“Night,” Sara replied quietly, offering me another small smile before walking into the living room where my parents were watching television.

 

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It only took Dad and I a couple hours to get me a whole new wardrobe at the mall Sunday afternoon. From how busy the place was, I wasn’t the only one rushing to get last-minute clothes for the first day of school.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Dad said as I grabbed the two full bags of jeans, shirts, socks, and even a new pair of shoes. “We need to hurry up or we’re going to be late for dinner.”

“Thanks for this,” I said, lifting the bags in my hands.

“No problem, if you need something else though, ask your mom.”

He gave me a wink and fatherly shove on the shoulder, and I laughed.

“Sure thing.”

No sooner had we walked in the door when we got home, Sara, with Mom’s support, demanded a fashion show of sorts.

“Oh wow, you got more than I thought you would,” Sara said, suddenly sitting up with interest in what I got. “You’re going to try that stuff on and show us, right?”

“It’s only fair,” Mom said, leaning back on the couch holding an iced tea, naked.

I’m sure in a traditional household, walking in and seeing your mom and sister completely naked on the couch would have been shocking to say the least. For our family though, that was completely normal. Frankly, it was weird when we wore clothes at all. We’re nudists so nudity isn’t a big deal. Never was, never will be.

“Yeah, we did it for you,” Sara offered, grinning wildly, and clapping her hands excitedly in front of her tits. That created a wonderful movement that I tried not to pay attention to but failed miserably.

“Oh, come on!” I complained. “It’s not like I asked you two to do that.”

I gave my dad a pathetic, pleading look, but he just shrugged with a smirk on his face.

“Doesn’t matter,” Mom answered briskly. “Hurry up, time’s a wastin’.”

Dad barked a laugh and started shaking his head at that comment and then he headed up to their bedroom to get out of his clothes, or so I assumed.

“Ugh, fine!” I groaned and proceeded to do exactly as they asked, much to their amusement.

I stripped off my old clothes right there in the living room and started trying on every single thing I had gotten earlier. Sara and Mom just leaned back on the couch and watched with satisfied smirks on their faces.

As much as my female family members enjoyed seeing me squirm, I hated it with equal amounts. That only made them seem to love it that much more, which was even more frustrating.

I had picked out four new pairs of jeans. Three of them were nice and baggy. One though, was a more traditional fit and tighter. I would never pick a pair like that for myself, those were ones my dad said I needed to get. I liked baggy pants. They gave me more space, more room, and didn’t feel so…restrictive.

The three pairs I liked didn’t get much of a reaction. Which I was just fine with. When I put on the last pair, the tighter pair, Mom got up off the couch and came over to get a closer look.

“Wow, those look like they fit a lot better than the first three pairs,” she said as she poked and prodded me and my jeans. “What size are these?”

“Twenty-eight’s,” I answered proudly.

“Really?” She asked, giving me a look like she didn’t quite believe me, and I just nodded. “Turn around.”

I felt her hands slip into the back of my pants and pull them away so she could feel how much room there was and also look at the tag sewn inside. She made a “hmm” noise as she jostled the pants around me. She got down on her knees and checked where the pant legs landed on my feet.

“Turn around,” she said, grabbing me by the waist and turning me to face her. “You don’t look like you have much room in here.”

Mom, still on her knees, pulled the front of my jeans away from my stomach and I felt the blood starting to rush towards my dick.

“They look good on you,” Mom announced, her eyes doing one more once over.

“Yeah, they do.” Sara grinned manically; her eyes locked on my groin where you could clearly see my hardening shaft bulging the front out.

Mom just rolled her eyes at my sister’s comment but gave me a wink when she stood up and retook her spot on the couch.

“Take those off and throw the rest of your new clothes in the laundry room, I’ll get them washed so they’re ready for school tomorrow.”

Thankfully, the makeshift fashion show was over. I took all my new clothes to the laundry room as Mom had asked.

 

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When I opened my eyes Monday morning, it was still dark out. I groaned and rolled over, so I was facing the wall, pulling the covers up over my head as I did. I tried for about fifteen minutes to go back to sleep, but it was no use. I was already nervous about going back to school, and now that I was awake, I was focusing on just that. I shouldn’t be, but every year it was the same thing. Not only that, but I was hard as a rock. That wasn’t something to be ignored for long.

Sighing, I resigned myself to getting up. It was early, far earlier than I should be getting out of bed, but I couldn’t just hide under my comforter all day, regardless of how much I would have loved to. I threw off the covers in silent protest, exposing all my skin to the early morning air and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. On my desk, next to my keyboard was a neatly folded pile of clothes.

Ugh, too bad there wasn’t an option to go to school at my grandparents’ camp. I would much rather just be at the Windy Pines and just forget that clothes even exist. I gave the new clothes a second look.

“Thanks, Mom,” I smiled to myself, thankful for her washing and folding them last night.

The first thing I needed to do was take care of my morning necessities. The pile of clothes would still be there after I got some breakfast and my morning coffee.

I walked across the hall as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake up anyone else. Mainly because they would be pissed if I woke them up and also because I didn’t want to hear any crap about me being nervous for the first day of school. Nothing sounded more kid-like than being worried about the first day of the school year.

I stood in front of the toilet, my hand on the handle for thirty seconds debating if I should flush it and risk the noise or just leave it. I decided flushing it was the wiser option. I listened and waited for another minute after the toilet was done and the water finally shut off. Nothing. Dead quiet. Good. I quickly washed my hands and slipped down the hall towards the kitchen for breakfast and a cup of my special coffee.

With how dark the house was I expected to be the only one awake. I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was when I nearly ran into Mom as I stepped off the final stair step. I almost cried out at the surprise of it, but thankfully I was able to control myself a little better than that. If just barely. 

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, two mugs of coffee in her hands. One for me and one for her.

“For me?” I asked.

I didn’t need to. We both knew it was for me.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Mom asked.

She extended one of the mugs to me and I took it with both hands and smelled it. Mmm, good. French vanilla creamer and a spoon of sugar. Delicious. She watched me take a sip and then took one of her own.

“No,” I replied to her question.

“Wanna sit down on the couch?”

“Mhmm,” I answered with a slow nod, and she just smiled at my response.

 

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“So, nervous about your first day of school?” Mom asked after taking another drink of her coffee and then cradling the mug in her lap.

“Yeah, kinda,” I replied, taking another drink, and looked out the big glass windows on the front of the house where I could almost see the reflection of the two of us side by side, our legs and hips nearly touching.

Most of the time there were heavy drapes that covered these windows. They are huge and were nearly floor to ceiling. If not for those drapes, everyone across the street or passers-by would clearly see we were always naked in here. Not that we were ashamed of that fact, but it was just easier that way. This early in the morning though, and without any lights on in the house to give us away, we didn’t need to bother with them.

“What do you mean kind of?”

“It’s not that I am scared or whatever to go to school. I just hate riding the bus.”

“Would you rather me or your dad take you?”

“Oh God no, that would be even worse!”

“Guess it sounds like the bus then.”

“I just wish I had a car, you know? I’m sixteen!” I complained.

“You know we can’t afford to get you a car. If we did, then we would have to get one for your sister too.”

“I know, it just sucks.”

“Oh, I remember being your age. I know exactly what it’s like to not have a car when everyone else does.”

“What if I paid for it myself?”

“You’re going to have to mow an awful lot of lawns to save up enough for a car of your own. You would probably have to get a real job and even then you would have to save up for a long, long time.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I know.” I groaned, but accepted she was right. Didn’t mean I had to like it though. “It would just be a lot easier if I had a car. It doesn’t have to be new or even that nice.”

We sat together quietly for a minute, my mind trying to come up with an idea and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The perfect idea! 

“What if I asked Grandpa about the old Ranger at camp?”

“I don’t know; you’d have to talk to your dad and grandpa about that.”

“You think it would be okay with them?” I asked, honestly curious and obviously excited. “I could pay for it, maybe Grandpa would let me make payments to him. I could even work some of it off at camp.” My mind started going a million miles an hour as this new idea started to turn into a real plan. And with each passing breath, I was getting more and more excited about the possibility. “I helped with the new section after all—”

“Sam, talk to your dad before you get all worked up over it,” Mom giggled, resting a hand on my thigh, cutting me off.

She didn’t move her hand when I stopped talking, she just left it there, gently squeezing and massaging my bare skin and I relaxed, leaning back on the couch next to her.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think that’s a bad idea at all. You, trying to buy that old truck from your grandpa.”

I turned and saw my mom giving me a warm, loving smile. I grinned proudly back at her, and she wiggled in a little closer, so her shoulder was snuggled into mine.

“You know, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Mom said after a few minutes of just silent snuggling.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“I know we kind of have a routine,” Mom turned, and we locked eyes. She had a concerned look on her face that worried me far more than I had been when I first woke up. “I was a bit worried that I went a bit too far…before we left camp.”

“Wha—” I gulped, a lump forming in my throat. Was she about to tell me we were going to stop our little mutual jerk off sessions? “What do you mean? I don’t understand?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to, or even liked it when I—”

“When you sucked my, umm, dick?” I asked when she wasn’t able to finish her thoughts out loud.

She nodded, but kept her face angled down slightly, biting her lower lip.

“Mom, I loved it!” I exclaimed as quietly as I could. “It was incredible.”

“But I told you we couldn’t touch each other like that. Those were the rules. Watching was one thing, actually touching. Well, that’s another entirely.”

“I know but—”

“Even since Mary joined us on the swing, things have…well, changed.”

I nodded, they sure had. Before that, we didn’t touch each other, we just watched. Then Mary went down on my mom without an instant’s hesitation and Mom didn’t stop her.

“I know.”

“Well, what I am saying is, maybe we can touch each other,” Mom paused. “You know, to help out if we need it.”

“Okay yeah, sure. That sounds great.”

“Good, I have really loved my mornings with you. It’s been amazing to watch you grow up these last three years.”

“Does that mean you will, you know,” I looked down at my cock which was standing proudly as the statue of liberty between my legs. “That you will do that again?”

“Maybe. Probably.”

“Like now?” I asked, as eager as I had ever been for anything in my life.

Mom laughed and shook her head.

“You obviously like this idea,” Her hand slipped over and gave me a quick squeeze and a stroke. “But no, not today. Maybe not for a while. Okay?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine.”

“Good,” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “How about I just use my hands this morning instead, okay?”

 

Chapter Two

 

There was something magical and utterly overwhelming about sitting there with my mom as she jerked me off with slow deliberate strokes as we both watched the blackness outside slowly lighten up and go through the kaleidoscopic color changes as the sun slowly rose in the distance. 

It didn’t take long before I was on the verge of orgasm. Not long at all. I wanted this feeling to drag on as long as possible and did everything I could to try and prolong it, but the way she was caressing me, working me, was more than I could handle.

“Mom, I’m close,” I whispered.

She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked at me and then down at my cock in her hands.

“Good, come Sam.”

I did and it was incredible. Pulse after throbbing pulse of thick, milk white come rocketed out of my cock.

“Oh, wow,” Mom said. “That was a good one.”

“Do you want…” I turned my head to see she was looking down at her hand that was still wrapped around my shaft, now covered in a pool of my come. “Can I do you?”

“Not today. Go get cleaned up and ready for school,” She replied. “You might want to shave, too, getting a bit rough down there.”

 

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I think Sara was the only senior in the entire school who rode the bus in the mornings. I was actually okay with taking the bus, honestly. It wasn’t cool, not at all. It was either taking the bus or having one of our parents drop us off. Between those two options, it was a no-brainer, the bus.

Now if I could get my dad to agree and then convince my grandpa to sell me his old Ford Ranger, which would be a game changer. I knew better than to get my hopes up, but this morning I felt like I was walking on air, and I couldn’t help it. Having my own car as a sixteen-year-old guy was one of the biggest milestones of all milestones to show I was growing up and no longer some little kid.

There must have been something different in the way I was walking or sitting. It might have been the stupid grin on my face that I couldn’t seem to hide because Sara noticed and kept giving me appraising looks.

“What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“Nothing, why?” I answered. There very much were things going on, but I wasn’t about to say anything.

“You’re acting weird.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. You don’t think I know when something’s up with you? I’m your sister, I can see it written all over your face with that stupid grin.”

Shit!

Should I tell her about me and Mom, how things have changed? I hadn’t told her about the blowjob at camp. I hadn’t told her anything about our coffee routine. I wasn’t naive enough to think she didn’t know. But sometimes ignorance is bliss and the last thing I wanted to do was rock the boat and have Sara say something to Mom.

I hedged.

“Fine, I am going to buy Grandpa’s Ranger.”

“Wait, you…” Sara’s brow creased in confusion. That was not the response she was expecting and then her eyes went wide, really wide. “Hold on, you’re going to do what?!”

“You heard me.”

“Holy shit, that would be so cool!” Sara exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that when I asked Mom and Dad for a car when I got my license.”

“I talked to mom about it this morning.” I grinned.

“Over coffee?” Sara gave me a knowing smirk.

Fucking shit! She knows way more than she’s leading on. I kept my mouth shut.

“Oh, come on!” Sara groaned. “Seriously? You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”

I just looked at her. I didn’t even breathe.

“Fine, be that way. You do know I know, right? I know exactly what you and Mom are doing every morning.” She mimed the universal sign for jerking off.

“I umm…”

I didn’t know what to say. What do you say when you are confronted so nonchalantly about something like that?

“I can’t believe you haven’t talked to me about it. Me!”

“What was I supposed to say?”

“Everything!” Sara shoved me, hard. “I thought we didn’t have any secrets.”

“We don’t!”

“Damn right we don’t,” She gave me a serious look. “The two of us, we, should not have any secrets. Not with everything we do…”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s fine, but talk to me, okay?”

“Okay, deal.”

“Good.”

 

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Instead of walking in with Sara and risking running into her little lady posse, Liz, Laura, Milly, and Stephanie, I opted to separate before Sara noticed I was gone. It worked and not one of the girls noticed me the entire day in the halls, thank God.

I wouldn’t have been upset if Laura or Stephanie had accidentally bumped into me. Both of those two girls were really nice to me, not to mention good looking. Stephanie was tall, way taller than me, but she still looked really good. Laura, she was more my speed, if I was two years older. Still, I didn’t want to have to deal with Liz and her obvious disdain for me.

I didn’t see Sara until the first day of school was over and I was standing in front of my opened locker, putting away what I didn’t need.

“Hey, what’s up?” I heard Sara’s voice right behind me. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Just putting this crap away so we can go home.” I grumbled as I tried to stack my textbooks on the small shelf.

“About that, Scott asked me to hang out after school.”

The way she said it made it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Oh?” I looked over my shoulder at her.

“Yeah, he said he would give me a ride home later.” Sara looked a little nervous, which was a strange look to see on her.

“Oh…”

“Don’t be like that,” Sara softened her voice at my obvious discomfort. “I haven’t seen him all summer you know.”

“I know. I get it.” I waved her off.

“You do?” Sara questioned. “You sure?”

“Yeah, go on. I can take the bus on my own. I’m not some little kid anymore.”

“No, no you are not,” Sara smirked, gave me a quick hug, and left me there all alone at my locker all alone.

 

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I got to my house unscathed and alone. Sara, I was sure, was having all kinds of fun with her boyfriend. Not that I was jealous, I wasn’t, not really. I understood that she hadn’t seen him in months. Of course she would be excited to spend time with him. I got to see Mary over the summer so I couldn’t really complain. Speaking of Mary, I was supposed to call her tonight!

It was too early to try to talk to her yet and seeing as how I was the only one at home, I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room on the computer. I stripped off my new clothes and threw them on the floor at the foot of my bed. I had a hamper in the corner of my room, but that was too much work right at that moment. 

I dropped my backpack on my bed, and it bounced slightly due to the thick textbooks inside. I had a little bit of homework to get done, but I figured I could do that after dinner. Having homework on the first day of school was ridiculous. At least in my opinion it was. My Algebra and Chemistry teachers didn’t seem to have the same belief I did.

Mom was the first person to come home after me, at about four o’clock.

“I’m home,” Mom called out as was her custom. When I didn’t answer right away, she asked, “Anyone home?”

“Up here!” I yelled from my computer desk.

I was in the middle of a particularly vicious game of cribbage with some stranger on Yahoo. I was down eight points, but it was my turn for the crib, and I had put a seven and an eight in there hoping I could make a couple fifteens or even a straight. It wasn’t likely, but there was a chance.

Not hearing Sara respond, Mom came right up to my room. She was in the process of taking off her skirt and was already naked from the waist up. When I heard her open the door, I glanced over and smiled before turning back to my game.

“Where’s your sister?”

“She’s out with Scott.”

“I see.”

“She said that Scott was going to drop her off later.”

“Did she say what time?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, well, I’ll start making dinner in a bit.”

“Cool, thanks, Mom.”

“I’ll call when it’s time to get washed up and set the table.”

“Okay.”

 

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The table was set and Mom, Dad, and I were all sitting down at the table loading up our plates when Sara came rushing in the door.

“I know I’m late; I’m going to go wash up as fast as I can,” Sara said, and she raced towards the hallway and ultimately her bedroom. “I’m sorry!”

“Hurry up and sit down for dinner!” Mom yelled.

Dad grumbled something under his breath, shaking his head with obvious disapproval. Mom noticed but didn’t comment. I knew better than to open my mouth.

It was only a minute or so before Sara hustled back to the kitchen table and sat down to join us.

“Where have you been, young lady?” Dad asked.

“I was hanging out with Scott,” Sara answered quickly, her tone remorseful.

“Is this what we should expect from you now,” Dad quickly replied. “Having no sense for time because you’re with Scott. Just because you’re a senior this year doesn’t mean you get to come and go as you please.”

Sara paled and I actually felt bad for her.

“You should have called,” Mom joined in.

“I know, I’m really sorry. I swear, it won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t, or you won’t like what happens. Understand?”

Sara kept her eyes down and nodded her agreement, which seemed to pacify both of our parents.

“Good, you get to clean up after dinner.” Dad finished and Sara nodded again.

My parents weren’t mean, or even strict. Sara and I enjoyed a lot of freedoms. There were only a few expectations we needed to live up to on a day-to-day basis. Chores, going to school and actually paying attention, and we ate as a family at dinner time. That was it. Simple.

Thankfully for Sara, that was the last thing they said about her being late for dinner.

“So, how was your first day at school?” Mom asked in a cheerier voice, her anger seeming forgotten and locked away in the past.

After my quick rundown of my day, the focus shifted to Sara. I hadn’t realized it, or even just thought about the fact that this year was Sara’s last year of high school. Next year, she was going off to college.

“Sara, when do they start the SAT and ACT training courses this year?” Dad asked.

“I don’t know, they haven’t said anything about it yet.” Sara answered between bites.

“Can you check on it tomorrow please? We want to make sure we get all that stuff done as early as possible so we can start looking for scholarships and grants.”

“Sure, I can go see my counselor tomorrow morning.”

The rest of dinner was almost solely focused on Sara, which again, was fine by me. I just wanted to finish eating, do my homework, and then call Mary. I missed her already, and not just for the sex. A lot of the reason I missed her was the sex if I was honest, but I really did like her. She made me laugh and I was always happy when she was around.

 

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I was working on the last two math problems on my homework when Sara knocked on my door. She didn’t need to do that; the door was open, and she could have just walked in. It’s not like I would have yelled at her or anything.

“Hey,” Sara said.

I looked up and saw Sara, in all her naked glory leaning against the door frame in my room.

“What’s up?” I answered, putting down my pencil and turning my desk chair to face her.

“Homework on the first day?”

“Yeah, it sucks.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Mhmm,” I nodded.

“What time are you supposed to call Mary?”

“Around eight.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Did Laura find you?”

“Huh?” I answered, utterly confused by the question. “Who’s Laura?”

“You dork,” Sara rolled her eyes. “My friend, Laura. The one you had lunch with most of last year.”

“Oh. No, she didn’t. Why was she looking for me?”

“I asked her to.”

“Why would you do that?”

I couldn’t think of a single decent reason why Laura would come looking for me and why Sara had asked her to. It didn’t make any sense.

“Because Laura’s dad bought her a car over the summer, and I asked her if she could give you a ride home.”

“Oh, I had no idea.”

“Yeah, she agreed right away,” Sara grinned. “I think she had a crush on my little brother or something. She seemed awfully eager to agree when I asked.”

“Oh, shut up. No, she does not. She’s a senior and I am just a sophomore. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Don’t be so sure.” The way Sara’s eyes seemed to suddenly sparkle gave me pause.

“Yeah, right. Whatever you say.”

“So, because she is a senior, she couldn’t have a crush on you?”

I gave her a look that screamed I didn’t believe her. I didn’t have to say it, she could read it plainly on my face.

“How was Scott?” I tried to hide the sarcasm in my voice when I said his name, but it still sounded like a little kid trying to pick on his older sister about a boy she likes.

“He’s good. Really good.”

“I bet.” I smirked. “That’s why you were late for dinner?”

“We weren’t doing what you think we were doing.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“I’m serious. We made out and stuff, but we weren’t having sex or anything.”

“Why not?” I raised an eyebrow to emphasize the question.

“Because Scott’s different.” Sara paused, waiting for some sort of comment from me but I kept my mouth shut. “I really like him, and I don’t just fuck every boy I go out with.”

“So, just your harmless, innocent, little brother.” I smirked and Sara blushed, smiling.

“Are you complaining?” 

“Fuck no!” I couldn’t answer that question fast enough.

“Does that mean you might want some of this,” Sara's left hand cupped her firm breast and her right went to her perfectly smooth slit. “Later tonight after you get done talking to Mary?”

Sara’s eyes widened when she saw my dick started to stir to life and then gave me a hungry, needy look.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I nodded.

“Good, I need some of that!” Sara said, her eyes once again locked on my now fully hardened cock.

###

 

I called Mary’s house fifteen minutes early. I was a little worked up over Sara’s display earlier which had limited my ability to wait until it was eight o’clock to call, but I didn’t think it would be a big idea if called a few minutes early.

The phone rang three times before I heard an unmistakable voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Amy!”

“Sam, hey. How was school?”

“Eh…”

“I know what you mean. I hated high school. College is a lot better, trust me.”

“I bet.” I chuckled. “Is Mary around?”

“What, you don’t want to talk to me?”

“Of course, I do—” I hurried to try to answer but Amy cut me off right away, chuckling.

“I’m just messing with you, Sam. She’s right here.”

“Sam?” I heard Mary’s high singsong voice.

“Mary, hi!”

“Hi,” Mary giggled.

We talked for the agreed upon time between my parents and hers. Thirty minutes. We didn’t want another fiasco of five-hundred-dollar phone bills in either household and when my Mom and Dad talked to Mary’s parents that was the agreement they came up with. It wasn’t nearly long enough but it was better than nothing. Besides, I needed to save whatever money I could make for Grandpa’s Ranger and not the phone bill.

I had told Mary my plan for getting a car and she got all excited, asking if I could come see her then whenever I wanted. Weekends, days off school, any reason really where we could make it work. I had to explain I hadn’t gotten the pickup yet, but when I did, we could try to do all those things. To say Mary was happy at that would be an understatement.

She told me how much she missed me, and I told her the same. She was apparently extremely horny, to which Amy started laughing so loudly I could hear her clearly through the phone. I told her I wished I were there, and she proceeded to tell me how much she wanted me to fuck her right there in her kitchen in front of everyone. She didn’t care who could hear her. I was already wound up tight from earlier and that little bit of a description was more than I needed to achieve complete and full hardness again.

I told her that she was lucky to have Amy and Mary giggled but agreed. She fired right back telling me that I had Sara too. Before we could get too far down that road, our thirty minutes was up. With reluctance, we said our goodbyes and made a phone date for Friday night. This time she would call me.

 

###

 

After I hung up, my cock did its best impression of a divining rod and led me straight to my sister’s room where she was lounging on top of her bed, reading a book.

“Hey, how’re Mary and Amy?” Sara asked when I walked into her room and sat down at the foot of her bed, next to her feet.

“Good, Mary’s horny.”

“She’s always horny.” Sara laughed.

“Yeah, she is.” I grinned.

“Looks like someone else is just as worked up.”

“Maybe a little…”

“A little, you look hard as a rock. I can see it pulsing from here!”

“Okay, a lot. Happy?”

“Actually, yes I am.” Sara replied, turning to put her book down on her nightstand and leaning back against her pillows, her legs slightly parted. She gave me a come here motion with her finger and I crawled up between her legs, which she opened wider to accommodate me.

“Come and get it little brother.” Sara said in a sultry, seductive voice that made what she said all the naughtier and exciting. “You know you want some of your big sister’s pussy.”

Yes, yes indeed I did, but not in the way she was thinking.

“It drives me crazy when you talk like that!”

“I know, that’s why I do it,” Sara laughed, and I dove between her legs, lifting them to rest them on my shoulders.

Well, if she wanted to tease me, two could play at that game. I started kissing her thighs all over and across her public bone but didn’t come all that close to her clit. I was going to tease her the best way I knew how.

After five minutes of lapping at, biting, kissing, touching everything but her pussy, she was a writhing puddle of need.

“Please, please just do it!”

“Do what?”

“God, just lick my pussy, eat me!”

“Your wish is my command,” I replied, and she groaned at the phrase.

I dove in with gusto. I knew what she liked, what made her squirm, and ultimately what you had to do to take her over the edge. I also knew what would hold her just at the precipice, right on the verge of orgasm but not letting her quite finish.

I didn’t go straight for her spot, I saved that for later. If I went right after her clit, she would come too quickly. I had to let her slowly build to a simmer and then to a boil. At which point, I could hold her there indefinitely.

What I did do was give her one long, firm lip from the very bottom of her slit to just before her clit. Sliding my tongue between her perfect, beautifully smooth folds. I had seen more vaginas than most men would ever see at this point in my life. I had the chance to dive into a handful of those and of the ones I had experienced so far, Sara’s was by far the best. Jenny’s was amazing, but I wasn’t sure if that was because it was my first, or if it really was as good as I remembered.

That didn’t matter right now, I had a job to do.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Sara moaned, her hands snaking down to my head, running her fingers in my hair.

I could feel and taste her arousal, she smelled clean, tasted fresh. The longer I went down on her, the more my lips, chin, and face were coated in her wetness. I listened to her moans and felt how her hips rocked with every probing movement of my tongue. Now, she was past her simmer and moving into a full-on boil. I slipped one, and then two fingers into her opening. Sawing them back and forth slowly in time with the flicks of my tongue.

“Oh, just like that, Sam. Don’t stop!” Sara hissed, her muscles starting to tighten as she moved towards her first orgasm.

I turned my hand palm up so I could curl my fingers and run the tips of them across the soft, spongy part that would really drive her crazy. Her G-spot. I could feel it clearly, and I allowed my fingers to slide apart slightly to massage either side of that magical button inside of her pussy.

“Oh, God yes!” Her hips flexed hard, pressing her sex into my face.

Now it was time for the final phase. With my fingers still massaging the top of her inner walls, I flattened my tongue and brought it over her clit in a slow, steady pressure.

“Omnngggg!”

Sara’s fingers, woven in my hair gripped me tightly, holding me in place. She was there, right at the peak of the mountain. All I had to do was rotate my head in small circles, dragging my flattened tongue across her clit and she would come. She was ready.

I didn’t let her come. Not yet.

Using the top of my tongue, I attacked her clit. Side to side, up and down, over, and over. Each time I did, her body bucked and tensed. The stimulation overruling her control over her own muscles.

“Oh fuck!” Sara gasped.

Her breath was now coming in fits and starts as her stomach, legs, and ass flexed and tensed over and over each time I hit that one special spot just right. Not only feeling and seeing her reactions but hearing the way she would talk when she was losing control really got me going and all I wanted to do was continue my heavy, deliberate, unending assault on her pussy.

“Okay, okay! Enough!” Sara threw me back and smashed her legs closed, her own hand trapped between them covering her abused sex as if it needed that extra barrier of protection.

“As much as I love that little trick with your tongue Amy taught you,” Sara’s eyes were wild. “I really do fucking love it, but right now, I need your dick!”

I had grown a lot over the last three years, but the way Sara grabbed my arms and manhandled me onto my back, I might as well have been that little kid from that first summer at camp all over again.

Sara quickly straddled me, grasping my cock tightly in her hand and lined me up with her opening. Once she was ready, which only took a moment, she slammed down, burying me to the hilt inside of her.

“That is what I need!”

Sara wasn’t gentle, she didn’t take her time, she immediately started grinding herself onto me as if her life depended on it. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each movement she made. It was an incredible sight. Her nipples were so hard they looked almost as small as they had been before her breasts had started to form. That’s not to say they were child-like, not even remotely.

She sat up, arched her back, thrusting her tits out in front of me as if begging me to grab them. I did exactly that, cupping and holding them, squeezing the pliable flesh, and pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

Then she came. Hard.

 

Chapter Three

 

The rest of that first week of school went smoothly. Friday though, Sara had a date with Scott. He was supposed to pick her up and take her out to dinner and a movie. She still went home with me Friday after school but had teased me on the way to the bus stop.

“You know I was serious about Laura giving you a ride home if you wanted her to.” Sara said while we walked side by side to where we would catch the bus.

“Uh huh, sure.” I rolled my eyes at her.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.”

“Sam! I’m telling you the truth.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Fine then, you asked for it.”

I kind of expected my sister to say something else after that but she didn’t. That actually gave me pause and that pause was just enough to let in a sliver of doubt.

It wasn’t until we were sitting on the bench all the way in the back that I finally turned to Sara.

“You’re really serious,” I said. “Laura has a crush on me.”

“I’m pretty sure, yes,” Sara grumbled.

“If that’s true, how come I haven’t seen her.”

“You haven’t?”

“No!” I exclaimed in surprise. “If I had, I wouldn’t have just said I didn’t.”

“Are you sure?’

“Of course, I am sure.”

“Laura changed a bit over the summer….”

“Changed, what do you mean, changed? Did she dye her hair a different color or get it cut short or something?”

“No, not really.”

“Then changed how?”

“Well, she lost weight. Quite a bit.” I gave her a startled look and she hurried to continue explaining. “She wasn’t fat…before.”

“Not that I remember.”

“She’s really not fat now.”

“Like anorexic?”

“Oh God no,” Sara gave me a dire look. “She just…well, lost weight.”

“So, I wouldn’t recognize her?”

“Maybe…”

“What do you mean, maybe? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“You’ll just have to see for yourself.” Sara smirked but didn’t say anything further on the subject.

 

###

 

When we got home, Mom was there and immediately started fussing over what Sara was going to wear on her date with Scott. I just groaned and rolled my eyes. Sara and my mom weren’t impressed with my reaction at all. I hid in my room until it was time for dinner. I was sure it would be a lot safer there than anywhere else in the house.

I was right, for about an hour. That’s when they came barging into my room, 

“What do you think?” Mom asked, snapping my attention away from my computer.

“Of wha…holy shit!” I gasped.

Mom was smirking and Sara had a shy smile on her face.

“I told you he would like it,” Mom said.

I did like it; I couldn’t take my eyes off her dress. Sara was wearing a stunning dress that reached down to her ankles. Form fitting wasn’t the right description. More form hugging or even squeezing. It was black and tight, and I could see a lightening, making it nearly transparent where the fabric strained over and around Sara’s curves. It had thin straps over her shoulders and a neckline that dropped just enough to show off Sara’s cleavage, but not so much as to be truly daring or improper.

I made the universal gesture with my finger for her to turn around. Sara giggled and did as I requested and the bottom of her dress that flared at her hip lifted as she spun showing off her lean, toned calves.

I scanned her from head to toe. Not a single crease or line anywhere, which wasn’t all that surprising, but it assured me that she wasn’t wearing panties. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra because I saw a hint of the outline of her nipples where the fabric had thinned as it stretched.

“You look amazing, Sara,” I said, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed in front of me.

“Really?” Sara questioned, like she didn’t quite believe me.

“Oh, come on,” I groaned. “You know you look gorgeous.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Sara’s smile was radiant as she bent over and wrapped me in a hug. “You’re the best.”

“Okay, you got your answer,” Mom cut in and Sara released me from her hug. “We still have to figure out what to do with that hair of yours.”

Both girls left my room giggling between themselves.

Something odd was going on with Sara. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but it was definitely different and strange. I shrugged it off as a girl thing and didn’t give much more thought. Girls are just strange. The running joke with all the men at camp was that if anyone managed to figure one out, they had to share the secret with the rest of them. Needless to say, no one had found such an answer yet.

 

###

 

Scott showed up right before dinner. The knock at the door came as I was setting the table. Everyone had thrown on some level of clothing because of Scott’s impending arrival. That way no one had to run and hide when he eventually showed up.

“Sara, Scott’s here!” Mom yelled from where she was stirring the spaghetti sauce on the stove.

“I’ll get it,” I answered when Sara didn’t immediately come running down the stairs.

I unlocked and opened the door to find Scott smiling, his hands behind his back which I assumed was to hide his nervously fidgeting fingers. He was wearing a pair of jeans, white basketball shoes and his black high school letterman jacket.

“Hey, come in,” I said and stepped aside to give him room. “Sara should be down in a second.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Scott’s voice was pleasant to everyone else, but sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me at that moment.

I rolled my eyes behind his back. Scott wasn’t a small guy. He was on the varsity basketball team and had been since he was my age so of course he was tall. Tall enough to tower over me easily.

“I’ll go get Sara for you.” I told him.

“No, you’re not. You’re going to finish setting the table, Sam,” Mom said from the entrance to the kitchen. “Hello, Scott. She should be down in a second.”

“Thanks,” Scott smiled, doing his best to not shift his weight around nervously.

The sound of feet came from the stairs, and I watched the expression on Scott’s face go from excitement to terror as my dad came down and not the expected Sara.

“Don’t worry,” My dad chuckled, “She’s right behind me.”

Just then, Sara appeared, and she looked incredible. Scott’s breath audibly caught in his throat, and I grinned at his shock and discomfort.

“Hi,” Sara said, looking right at Scott and smiling.

“Umm, hey. You look, uhh…”

“Beautiful,” I whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear but for Scott’s benefit. “I think the word you’re looking for is beautiful.”

“Yeah, beautiful,” Scott gulped. “You look beautiful.”

“Have fun you two, but your curfew young lady is twelve o’clock, understand?” My dad announced in a firm tone.

“Yes sir, I’ll have her home in time, I promise.”

“See that you do.”

 

###

 

With Sara officially off on her date with her boyfriend that left just me, my mom, and my dad for dinner. If there was ever a time to bring up the topic of grandpa’s pickup, it was now.

I didn’t jump right into it the moment we all sat down, I waited for a while. Mom kept giving me strange looks the whole time before I finally opened my mouth. The reason was because I was fidgeting in my seat. Without Sara to use as a distraction, a lot more attention was on me than normal. So, of course my anxious energy was noticed right away.

“What’s going on with you?” My dad asked between bites.

“Nothing,’ I answered quickly, shoveling another forkful of mashed potatoes in my mouth.

“Sam, you’re squirming around like there is a fire under your chair or something,” Mom said. “Just spit it out already.”

“Well,” I managed, my hand covering my mouth that was currently full of food. It took me a second, but I managed to swallow the potatoes. “I wanted to ask about getting a car…or something.”

Mom smiled and Dad raised an eyebrow in question, leaning back in his chair.

“A car?” Dad replied. “You’ve never talked about wanting a car before.”

“Well, I got my license before going to camp last year and I didn’t need one at Grandpa and Grandma’s.”

“So, why now?” Dad replied.

“I’m growing up,” I answered matter-of-factly. “What sixteen-year-old guy doesn’t want his own car?”

Dad nodded but Mom was smiling brightly, and then gave me a subtle wink showing her support.

“Do you know how much a new car costs? What about insurance, gas, maintenance?” Dad asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

I had no idea what to say to that. I honestly had no clue how much a new car cost. Aside from the fact it was way more money than I had, which wasn’t much. Never mind the other things that went with it like insurance. I knew how much gas cost. It was around fifteen dollars to fill up the tank in our car when we stopped at the gas station.

“Sam, I want you to know that I would love to get you a car. I think it’s good for a boy your age to have that kind of responsibility. Something to take care of,” Dad explained, seriously. “I wish we could afford to get you one. But we can’t. Besides, if we got you one, then your sister would want one too. We just can’t afford two new cars. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my head down looking at the remainder of the food on my plate. I wanted to come up with some way for it to work that didn’t involve me buying grandpa’s truck. That was the last option. The best one in my opinion, but what’s the harm in seeing if there were any other possibilities.

“Can Sara and I just share?”

“What happens when Sara goes off to college and wants to take the car?” Dad asked.

“Umm,” My brow furrowed. “I don’t know.”

“Do you think she should take it with her when she goes?”

“No way,” I snapped my answer. “Then I wouldn’t have a car.”

“True, but if you got to keep it, then she wouldn’t have one either. See the problem?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. He was right, though. No matter what, it wouldn’t be fair.

“Sorry, Sam. If there were another way, I would be all for it.”

“Yeah…” I grumbled to myself, still trying to figure out a way for Sara and me to share a car.

“Maybe there is a different option,” Mom offered, her voice surprisingly chipper. 

My head snapped up instantly at that declaration. I wasn’t the only one whose sudden attention was fixated on Mom. Dad was watching her intently as well, waiting for whatever she was about to propose.

“Let’s hear it,” Dad announced, leaning forward, his elbows on the table and his fingers intertwined in front of him.

Mom didn’t say anything, only looked at me.

“Sam?” Dad asked.

“Well, I kind of have an idea…” I replied hesitantly. “What if I bought a car?”

“How are you going to afford to buy a car?” Dad gave me a highly suspicious look.

“Not a new one!” I quickly answered in my defense.

“Even a used one is going to cost thousands of dollars, Sam. Where are you going to find that kind of money?”

“Mowing lawns?” I replied trying to sound more confident than I was, but it still came out as more of a question than a statement.

“Mowing lawns?” Dad asked, not sounding at all convinced.

“I was going to go around to the houses we mowed last year, for the phone bill and see if I could do it for them again this year.”

Dad nodded, surprisingly.

“That won’t be enough I’m afraid.” Dad replied after thinking about it for a minute. “You won’t be able to save up enough to get one any time soon. And if you somehow did, how would you pay for insurance and stuff during the winter or when you’re at camp?”

“I can shovel snow in the winter,” I offered right away.

“That might work, but what about the summer?”

“I umm…don’t know.”

“What about your dad’s old Ranger?” Mom asked.

“That thing is a death trap!” Dad laughed, not taking the suggestion seriously.

“It’s not that bad,” Mom replied.

“What do you mean it’s not that bad? It barely starts. The four-wheel drive and transmission are shot. Don’t even get me started on the serious stuff like the steering and brakes.”

“Let’s just pretend it wasn’t the death trap you proclaimed it to be, would he be willing to sell it to Sam?”

“I don’t know, maybe?”

“Would you talk to him?”

“Why, it’s a piece of junk!”

“Please?” Mom asked sweetly, reaching out for Dad’s hand as she did.

“Fine, I can ask him,” Dad answered. “But he is going to say no. So, don’t get your hopes up.”

 

###

 

It was after twelve o’clock when Sara finally got home. I wasn’t waiting up for her, not exactly. I just couldn’t sleep because of two completely separate things that didn’t involve Sara. Not directly at least. First, I was nervously excited about what Grandpa would say when Dad talked to him about the old Ranger. Second, Mary didn’t call. She was supposed to call me tonight. We were supposed to have a Friday call date, and I was a little angry about it.

I was tempted to call her house, but I knew that wasn’t going to be a good idea. She said she was going to call, and she would. Something just…probably came up. Something important and she couldn’t call me.

I knew it was after twelve because I had been sitting at my computer playing cribbage since twelve, and it was two games before she slinked into the house and peeked into my room.

“Hey, why are you still up?” Sara asked, her voice low enough that I barely heard her from ten feet away.

“Why are you late?” I spun and fired back more irritated than angry, and Sara visibly flinched at my words.

It wasn’t her fault that Mary hadn’t called, and I shouldn’t be taking it out on her.

Sara took a second, looking down the hall to make sure there weren’t any lights on and stepped into my room and shut the door behind her. I didn’t move from my chair.

“What happened,” Sara asked, moving to stand right in front of me. “Why are you so angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

“Sure, of course not…” Sara rolled her eyes. “So, what is it?” Sara asked. “Was it something with Mary?”

“You could say that!”

“Want to tell me what happened?”

“Nothing!”

“Noth—”

“She didn’t call,” I snapped, cutting her off. “She never called, so nothing happened. Nothing!”

“I’m sure there is a good reason if she didn’t call,” Sara tried to sound kind and reassuring but that was not what I needed at that moment.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Did you try to call her?”

“No…”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just frustrated and mad.” I looked up at Sara, she was easily within arm’s reach, and I was tempted to grab her and squeeze her in a hug, but I refrained myself. “Looks like you didn’t have nothing happen to you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a little…wrinkly.”

“What?” Sara looked at herself.

She noticed what I was referring to right away. Her dress was nowhere near as nice as it was when she left. It was quite obvious she had thrown it on in a rush or at worst, had it hiked up to her chest, going off the wrinkles that crossed the whole thing.

“I guess you’re right,” Sara gave me a guilty smile that I didn’t exactly like just then. “You aren’t going to tell Mom and Dad I was late getting home, right?”

I glared at her and didn’t say anything.

“Sam! If they knew I was late again I would probably be grounded for the rest of the semester!”

“Fine, I won’t say anything.”

“Thank you!” Sara said, grabbing me, lifting me from my chair and wrapping me in a hug.

I wanted to fight it off because I didn’t need a hug from her. But as I felt the pressure of her body against mine, the way she held me tightly but gently was so incredibly comforting all I could do was hug and hold her back.

When she finally took a step back, she gave me a sympathetic smile.

“You should probably get some sleep or you’re going to oversleep for your coffee date with Mom.”

She was right, but I wasn’t going to dignify that statement with any smart-ass comment of my own.

“I’m going to go shower and get some sleep,” Sara said, before heading out the door.

“Night.”

“Goodnight, Sam.”

 

Chapter Four

 

Sara, and all her prophetic wisdom, was right. I slept in Saturday morning and missed my coffee date with Mm. The problem was I didn’t even get a good night’s sleep. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours thinking about Mary.

Needless to say, I wasn’t in the best mood over the weekend. Mom noticed, Sara noticed, and even my dad noticed. No one asked me for any details and just gave me space. I was pretty sure Sara had explained the situation. That bothered me and gave me some sense of relief at the same time. Monday morning, Mom finally let her curiosity get the better of her.

“Good morning,” Mom offered me the steaming mug of coffee as I plopped down on the couch next to her. “Sleep okay?”

“Better,” I answered.

“That’s good. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“What did Sara tell you?” I asked over the lip on my mug.

“Just that something happened between you and Mary.”

My shoulders slumped and I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned back on the couch.

“Did you two get in a fight?”

“No.”

“Can you tell me what did happen?”

“She didn’t call,” I answered. “She was supposed to call on Friday night, but she never did.”

“Did you try to call her?”

“No, I thought she might call me this weekend to tell me something happened. She didn’t though, Mom.”

“Call her tonight and see what happened,” Mom reached over and grabbed my thigh. It wasn’t a sexual or playful touch, but a comforting one that I appreciated. “Don’t let your imagination think the worst. It’s probably something simple and she just couldn’t call, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. You’re probably right that something just happened, and she couldn’t call.”

I lowered the mug into my lap and rested my head on the back of the couch looking up at the ceiling.

“You know you can talk to me or your dad about this stuff,” Mom offered me a sympathetic smile.

I nodded.

“Good. Now, is there anything else going on? Besides what happened with Mary?”

“No, everything else is good. I still don’t like school though.”

“I didn’t like school either when I was growing up.”

“That’s what Grandpa and Grandma need to build next at camp, a school.”

“Ha!” Mom barked a laugh and immediately covered her mouth.

I grinned.

I felt better after that. I was still worried and more than a little angry that Mary didn’t call, but it felt good to smile and make Mom laugh like that.

The two of us sat there together on the couch watching the sun slowly breach the horizon, officially starting the new day. Neither of us made a move to pleasure ourselves or each other. This morning wasn’t that type of morning. Usually there was a charge to the air as we sat on the couch. A sexual tension, a need that was almost physical. Today, however, it was just nice to sit there together.

 

###

 

The rest of the week was back to the normal routine. I talked to Mary on Monday; she was the one that called me! I was just picking up the phone when it started ringing and it was Mary. I couldn’t believe it. It’s like we were reading each other’s minds.

She apologized over and over that she didn’t call me. She was wrapped up in some homework assignment that was due on Monday, today. We finished our half hour talk with me agreeing to call her on Friday night.

On Wednesday, things got interesting after school.

“Hey, Sam,” came a soft female voice behind me.

“Holy shit!” I jumped, startled.

The books I had just tried to stack on the shelf of my locker came crashing down to the floor in a series of loud thuds as I spun around to see who had snuck up on me.

“Hey, umm…”

The girl in front of me was beautiful. She was wearing a little sundress that both hid and accentuated her. Her chest was full, round and I could clearly see her cleavage where the front of the dress dropped down. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, and she was smirking at me.

“You don’t recognize me?”

I took a second to really look at the girl in front of me. I knew those eyes, that smirk, the way she cocked her head to the side slightly and flared out a hip to one side.

“Laura?” I asked softly, hesitantly.

Her smirk turned into a broad, bright smile as she nodded.

“Laura, wow!” My eyes scanned her from head to toe again, slowly.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” Laura giggled. “You really grew up this summer.”

“I umm, thanks?” I replied, my cheeks heating. “So did you.”

“Grew up?” Laura gave me an accusing look. “No, I didn’t, but you did. If anything, I shrunk, just in all the right places.”

Laura winked devilishly and my knees started to shake.

“Oh, settle down, I was just messing with you. I did lose some weight though. What do you think?” Laura gave me a little spin to prove it.

“You look amazing!” 

“Thanks, Sam. So, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure.”

“Are you going to Homecoming Friday night?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t going to the football game or the dance, I had a phone date with Mary.

“Would you go with me?” Laura asked.

“You mean, go to the dance…with you?” I asked, stunned.

“And the football game, but yeah.”

“Laura, I have a girlfriend,” I started to explain.

“Oh, I know, we’d go just as friends. You, me, Sara, and Scott.”

“As friends?”

“Yeah, I know all about your girlfriend, remember? Call her and tell her that we are going as friends. I don’t have a date and didn’t want to go alone. If she’s cool with it, we can go. If not, it’s okay.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll call her tonight and let you know tomorrow.”

“Great! So, want a ride home? Sara’s going to hang out with Scott after school.”

“Sure, I guess. Let me put this stuff back in my locker first.”

 

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Laura dropped me off at home after school. We talked a little on the way but not about anything exciting. She asked how the year was going, which teachers I had, that sort of thing. Luckily, I didn’t have a lot of time to say anything other than the answers to her questions. When I got out of the car, I told her I would let her know what I found out in the morning and to come and find me at my locker. We said our goodbyes and off she went. It wasn’t until she was down the street that I realized my heart was racing in my chest.

I wasn’t planning to say anything to anyone until after I had talked to Mary. Sara, my beautiful and manipulative sister, thought it would be wise to announce it at dinner.

“So, did you tell Mom and Dad you got asked to Homecoming?” Sara asked, teasingly.

“Wait a minute,” Mom announced. “What happened?”

She was leaning forward, her eyes flashing between me and Sara, suddenly incredibly interested in what my sister had just said.

I didn’t say anything.

“A girl asked Sam to Homecoming. A senior.”

“A senior?” Dad asked, giving me a little grin.

“What’s her name?” Mom asked.

“It’s not that big of a deal…” I sighed and explained.

“She thinks it's a big deal!” Sara responded.

“Since you seem to know who it is, why don’t you tell us. Sam doesn’t look like he is willing or able to at the moment.” Dad said.

“My friend, Laura,” Sara answered with a smile.

“Doesn’t Laura have a boyfriend?” Mom asked.

“No, they broke up last summer. She thinks Sam is cute. Always has but when she saw him in the halls and how much he has grown, she really likes him.”

Dad started chuckling and I wanted to hide under the table. Mom just beamed a proud smile in my direction.

“I have a girlfriend,” I said. “I need to talk to Mary first and see if she would be okay with me going with Laura.”

“What if Mary says it’s okay?” Mom asked. “Are you going to go?”

I shrugged.

“Oh, come on,” Sara complained. “You have too!”

“And why is that?” Dad questioned her seriously.

“Because, if he doesn’t then Laura won’t go. Scott and I were going to go on a double date with her and Sam.”

“Well, I think if Mary says okay, then you should go,” Mom announced. “I think you would have fun.”

“If he agrees, then he needs a new suit.” Dad said.

“Oh, shoot, I hadn’t even thought of that!” Mom exclaimed. “Can we even get one that fast? One that fits?”

“We could go down to the Men's Wearhouse. They might be able to get him measured and make a couple of quick alterations.”

“That’s a great idea!” Mom replied. “You two can go tomorrow unless I need to take him?”

“I’ll let you know if I can get out of the office early. If not, you’re going to have to go.”

It’s like I didn’t even have a say in it anymore. I just sat there and ate what was left of my dinner as they continued to discuss what I was going to wear at Homecoming.

 

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After dinner, Sara and I cleaned up the table, washed the dishes, and put everything away.

“You going to call Mary now?” Sara asked as she wiped off the counter.

“Yeah, but that wasn’t very cool, you know?”

“I’m sorry, I got a little excited.”

“Obviously.”

“Oh, come on, can you blame me?”

I glared at her in answer.

“She’s so pretty now, isn’t she?”

I tried to ignore her, but when I looked at Sara I flushed and nodded reluctantly.

“Told you!”

“I know, I know.”

Let me know what Mary says as soon as you hang up, okay?”

“Fine.”

I waited a few minutes for Sara to go away. I didn’t need her standing over my shoulder while I talked to my girlfriend about going to a dance with another girl. When the coast was clear, I picked up the phone and dialed Mary’s number.

“Hi, Jas—”

“Mary, hey!” I said as soon as I recognized Mary’s voice, cutting off whatever she was going to say in my excitement at hearing her voice.

“Sam?” Mary’s voice sounded confused.

“Yeah, who else would I be?”

“I… I thought you were going to call on Friday?”

“I was,” I stammered. “I am, but that’s why I needed to call you quick, and don’t worry, my parents said it was okay.”

“Oh, okay. What’s going on?”

“Well, one of Sara’s friends asked me if I wanted to go to Homecoming with her?”

“Really, that’s so cool! Is she hot?” Mary sounded excited at the possibility.

“I wanted to tell you first and make sure it was okay with you. You know since you’re my girlfriend. Sara’s friend, Laura. She’s a senior and she said we would just be going as friends. So, you know, it not like a date or anything.”

“Oh…”

“What do you think?”

“I think you should go.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah! I mean, I was asked to go, too.”

“You did? When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Couple weeks ago. One of the guys at school asked.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes, why not go, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Why don’t you just call me next Monday, since we will both be busy Friday and Saturday.”

“Yeah, sure. That’s cool.”

“Great, talk to you then!”

Then the phone hung up and I wasn’t sure what to make of our conversation. I could go to Homecoming with Laura if I wanted to, and Mary was going with some guy from her school.

“So, do we need to go get you a suit?” Mom asked from the doorway leading into the kitchen.

“I guess so?”

“This is going to be so much fun!” Mom clapped her hands in front of her giddily. “You’re going to be so handsome. Laura won’t be able to keep her hands off you!”

“Mom!” I blushed.

 

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When I got to my locker the next morning Laura was already there waiting for me. She was shifting back and forth on her feet, as she wrung her hands in front of her. She was the ultimate picture of nervousness. Albeit beautiful, voluptuous, wonderful, nervousness.

“Hi, Sam.”

“Hey,” I smiled.

“Did you get to talk to your girlfriend?”

“Mmm.”

“Sam!” She groaned. “Tell me!”

“I’ll go to Homecoming with you,” I answered and was immediately rewarded by Laura launching herself at me and wrapping me in a massive, tight hug and a kiss on my cheek.

“Oh, thank God!”

The relieved look on her face told me there was something I was missing. Something important. I gave her a questioning look and she blushed furiously under my scrutiny.

“I had bought a dress already and if you would have said no…” Laura explained.

“If I had said no, then what?” I pressed.

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter anymore. You didn’t say no, you said yes! So, pick you up at six o’clock tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, that should work.” I agreed. “That’s about the time Scott was supposed to pick up Sara.”

“Great. Tonight’s going to be amazing, see you later!”

Later, it turned out, was when I was at my locker just after the end of my last class. Laura wanted to give me a ride home but more importantly, she wanted to show my mom the color of her dress in case I wanted to coordinate the color of my tie or something.

I had to ask her to wait in the car while I ran in to make sure my mom was home. Or at least that’s what I told her anyway. The last thing I needed was for Laura to come walking in and finding my mom butt naked on the couch. This way I could warn her about company and give her a chance to throw something on.

Gauging by how my mother reacted when she started talking to Laura about her dress and color schemes, it must have been a really good idea that she came by, and frankly, something I should have thought of myself. The thing was, I didn’t get to see the actual dress, so how was I supposed to know what color it was? Still, the girls got it handled with no shortage of giggles and whispered secrets that I was not privy to. When Laura finally left, that’s when Mom loaded me up in the car and we headed out suit hunting.

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