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Too Soft Of A BedbyMany Feathers©
I had gone into the service straight out of high school, primarily because there was no way at the time to further my education by going to college. My younger sister Janice had done much better in school than I had, given several scholarship opportunities, and upon graduation which was only a couple of months away now for her, would be able to take advantage of going back to school where I had not. Already eighteen, she was an attractive young woman with long dark hair, ocean blue eyes, and a flirtatious smile that she often used to her advantage, which she immediately began doing to my service buddy Dave who had come to stay with us for a while, looking for work and hopefully finding a place of his own to stay in shortly after that.

There was plenty of room at the old house, I had two older siblings, a brother and sister who had moved out long ago, now married with families of their own. So when I asked my folks if Dave could come and stay with us for a while, they (along with my flirtatious sister) welcomed him with open arms.

At six feet, an inch perhaps taller than I was, with similar builds though he had green eyes instead of brown, we could nearly pass as brothers, with even our looks somewhat being the same. But Dave was, and immediately became part of the family after moving in with us, as he and I began searching for work, though enjoying the "down time" as we called it having just been released from the service.

Janice had more than enough credits to graduate from school already, and though she continued to attend school, she had a light afternoon schedule, which allowed her to come home far earlier than most of her classmates did. With mom and dad at work during the day, I began to see a side of my sister I hadn't seen before, and though I'd been gone myself for the better part of two years now, it wasn't just the sudden growth and maturity she had gone through during that time, but the obvious change in attitude that I also saw whenever mom and dad weren't around. The only way I could describe it accurately, was to simply say my sister Janice was a naughty woman.

That very point being expressed one afternoon to me by Dave shortly after my sister had come home. I had been sitting downstairs in the den watching TV when Dave came down to join me.

"Man, I really don't know what to think about your sister," he said candidly.

"Why? What'd she do now?"

We lived in a very large, three-story room home, the main or master bedroom where my folk's slept being on the top floor, along with several other rooms now used mostly for storage. The second floor consisted of six additional bedrooms, along with two baths, one of which was shared by Janice and I, the other being given to Dave for his own use, though connected to the smaller of the bedrooms, though he didn't mind as he didn't have much in the way of personal clothing and items anyway. The main floor contained all the living, eating, and entertaining areas, including a large added on den that my father had built. Though the property surrounding the place was still substantial at just over three acres, at one time during the civil war, it had once operated as a small plantation, a summer home in fact for the people who'd originally owned this place in addition to another (somewhat famous one) further south.

"Well, I was just coming out of my room, thought I'd head downstairs and raid the refrigerator," he began. "About that time, your sister comes out of the bathroom, it was obvious she'd been in taking a shower as I'd heard someone go in and do that earlier, anyway, she's busily drying her hair with a towel, has another one wrapped around her as she comes out. Next thing I know, the one she's wearing, well...let's just say she's suddenly not wearing any more as it falls off her."

"That must have been funny," I said imagining it, "I can just imagine her embarrassment and surprise when that happened."

"Yeah, more like me who was the one embarrassed and surprised, not your sister! I expected her to make a grab for the towel or something you know? But all she did was stand there smiling at me, even took the towel off her head, shaking her wet hair out some, and THEN leaned over picking up the other one, still smiling, still looking at me, and then walked by me without covering herself up, before going into her room!"

That was a little surprising to hear. As I recalled, Janice had been considerably a lot shyer than that as I remembered just before leaving, even the swimwear she'd worn back then had been considered fairly modest, though I had seen her wearing a very skimpy, somewhat revealing one shortly after arriving home.

"I think she likes you," I responded, joking around with him more than anything, especially as I knew that my shy friend was still a virgin and intended on staying that way until he got married.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I think she's sweet on you. Hell...maybe next time she'll invite you into her shower."

He blushed upon hearing that. "Next time I hear the shower running, I think I'll turn around and head the other way, might be safer that way."

"Yeah, might be," I said continuing to laugh at him.

I had no idea of course, nor had I really thought about it, if my younger sister was in fact sexually active already, or just going through the motions. In a way, I half thought she was just trying out some moves on him or something, still unsure of herself, but with Dave being a somewhat safe target to shoot at, the fact that she was, didn't surprise me.

It was a couple of days later however, that I got a firsthand idea of what Janice was doing to poor Dave, and actually found it amusing, though additionally somewhat exciting too, though I had certainly never thought about any of my sisters in that regard before either.

On the second and third floors of the house, there was a small walkway that ran all the way around, just large enough to sit a few chairs or a small table outside of our rooms, each having its own entryway leading out to it. At the time I was doing just that, enjoying a book I'd begun reading along with nice cold beer when I saw Janice come out of the house directly below me, tossing out a large fluffy comforter on the grass which was next to the pool a few moments later. She was again wearing the same bright blue bikini I had seen her in once before as she obviously prepared to do a little late afternoon sunbathing. I really didn't think much about it, until I saw her sit down, glance about briefly, though for whatever reason, she never looked up towards where I was sitting, and took of her top.

As k**s, I had seen her nude perhaps a handful of times, and there again always only briefly, and always usually accompanied by a wailing and gnashing of teeth for having done so, either inappropriately walking in on her in some manner or fashion of undressing, or barging (sometimes purposely) into her bath in an effort to purposely embarrass her yes, as k**s were sometimes often wont to do. And sure yes, as she grew and matured, so did her figure, which I now realized had continued to do so, though I hadn't seen her for a number of years now by this time, as her fairly large sized, very supple, very firm breasts came tantalizingly into view.

Not wanting her to catch me looking at her, I quietly scooted my chair back, though still being able to lean forward through the slats in the railing that served as a safety rail for the walkway and still be able to see her. I knew that spying on my own sister was weird enough, but I was curious to get a peek at what she now looked like. But content with just seeing her boobs wasn't enough as I watched her also quickly glance about before removing her bottoms as well, though she now rolled over onto her stomach, giving me only the briefest glimpse of her totally shaved pubic area. And though she had now concealed her pert breasts and mound, I was treated to the visual of my own sister's lovely tight tanned ass. It was clearly evident she'd been doing this for a while, as she had absolutely no tan lines to speak of.

I had just about decided to go back into my room through the sliding glass door when I saw Dave come walking outside heading towards the pool area. Carrying a towel, wearing a pair of swim trunks, I knew he was coming out for his afternoon swim, something he always did around this time, and something as I now realized Janice damn well knew as she lay there, expectantly waiting for him. Coming around the side of the house, Dave didn't spot her immediately, not until he was nearly on top of her, causing her to look up towards him upon hearing him.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were out here!" he stammered awkwardly upon seeing my sister.

I grinned, shaking my head as I sat there looking down at the two of them, it was almost comical in a way. Janice lifted herself up, using her elbows to do so, but simultaneously allowing her breasts to be exposed as they dangled down invitingly, giving Dave a clear and unobstructed view of them as she did so.

"Going for a swim?" she asked though obviously she knew that was his intent. "Just got out myself," she lied lying there.

"Ah yeah, I was planning on it," he continued to stammer, trying hard not to stare at her, though she wasn't making that any easier on him either as she suddenly sat up.

"Well don't let me stop you," she now said, once again smiling, though fully revealing herself to him in the process. I watched as poor Dave slid by her, diving into the pool, which was even the shallow end, causing Janice to laugh, along with myself, though I chuckled quietly in doing so, seeing Dave re-submerge rubbing his head, which he'd obviously hit diving in.

As Dave swam doing a few laps, Janice continued to sit watching him, though her back was turned towards me, but she was obviously still trying to give Dave a view, even though he seemed to be trying to ignore her the best that he could while she sat there.

Finally having enough of the silly game going on outside, I went back in all the while chuckling to myself over my own sister's new found boldness, and poor Dave's equally shy Puritanism, an interesting match.

It was a few days later when Dave came to dinner, wincing with pain as he sat down. He had been nursing a back injury for some time, something he'd sustained while in the service, and which I knew about. He'd already told me that the bed he was sleeping on was too soft, and I had mentioned to him that mine was considerably harder, and that perhaps we should go ahead and switch beds, if not our rooms, something I didn't mind doing for him, knowing how bad his back really was.

Even mom applied some sort of deep-heating ointment on it for him, which seemed to help, but then suggested herself that perhaps the two of us should switch rooms for the night, and perhaps next day make it an even more permanent swap. Personally, I'd always preferred the old feathered beds we still had, and had missed them in the service, still never really getting used to the harder firmer mattresses we'd been given to sleep on, not to mention the ground.

We had nearly finished eating dinner when Janice arrived home, one of her rare days when she'd stayed over after school helping out on one of the many committee's she was involved with. Around mom and dad she was once again that other self, barely speaking, let alone acknowledging mine or Dave's presence, and disappeared shortly after that up to her own room where she spent the rest of her time until it was time for all of us to head off to bed.

As we'd already agreed earlier to do, I soon after went into Dave's room to sleep, and he into mine. As I had always done, I slept naked, it was a hot summers night, though a cool breeze usually drifted through during the evening just enough to make it comfortable while sleeping, so I along with everyone else, usually kept the sliding doors to our rooms open. The room was pitch black, there was no moon out at all, so the room along with the rest of the house was considerably darker than usual because of it.

Sound asleep, as I was also a very sound sleeper, it took several moments for me to begin to realize that something weird was going on, though initially I thought I was just having a very erotic dream...too erotic as it turned out.

As I began to come around, and realized in doing so that I had a very hard firm erection, and that someone was currently sucking it, I started to sit up, my voice groggy, sleepy as I did so, which is probably why Janice didn't pick up on the fact that it was me and not Dave who's cock she currently had in her mouth.

"Janice?" I managed to squeak out in surprise and alarm, trying to sit up.

I felt her hands pushing me back however, her mouth still securely wrapped around my prick as she tried speaking. "Shhh, you'll wake everyone," she cautioned, and then added, "Please, don't stop me or make me go, I've been wanting to do this ever since you came here."

There was no excuse really, which I later blamed on my own confusion and sleepiness, though I was within moments no longer so as I felt my sister's mouth hungrily devouring my prick. A thousand thoughts entered my mind all at once, none of which made any sense, or gave me excuse for allowing her to continue doing what she was doing. There is no doubt I should have more forcefully made her stop, making her realize the mistake she had made, and though she'd have no doubt been mortified, I know that we'd have sat laughing about it later afterwards when we thought about it. Instead, I lay there letting her suck me, lick me, pleasure me in ways I hadn't felt in too long a time, another excuse, another reason I remained silent, letting her continue to touch me, suck me, and fondle my shaft. Somehow I blanked out that this was my sister, it was dark after all, and I couldn't really see her, or she me obviously. At the moment, it was all about the sensation, something I hadn't felt or enjoyed with another woman for almost a year now, and something I had been missing for far longer than I cared to admit.

To be honest, I don't know what might have happened had I continued to just lay there letting her mouth work its magic on me, which it was. The first tingle of knowing release not that far away now, but when she spoke again, the very words she used made me realize I couldn't just lay here and continue on with this charade without her realizing the mistake she had made. I felt her mouth finally release me, the movement of her body as she slithered upwards, attempting to straddle me as she did so.

"Please, please fuck me now," she breathed in a half whisper.

For a moment, it was as though time stood still, yet in that moment I knew exactly what I had to do, and how I had to do it. I knew the moment she realized that she had made a mistake, she was more than likely to freak out, especially as I'd continued to lay there, allowing her to suck on me, suck on her brothers cock without telling her she was sooner than now anyway.

Before she could cunt me, which she was attempting to do at that moment, I shifted, wrapping my arms around her and rolling her over as I did so onto her back. Taking this as some sort of accepting sign however, she rolled with me, expecting I am sure for me to plunge into her at that moment, which I was sorely tempted to actually do. Instead, I placed my hand over her mouth, using the weight of my body to pin her to the bed instead.

"Don't scream, listen to me," I said, letting her know in the heartbeat of a moment, hearing the sound of my voice, that she had indeed made a mistake, but also in that very same moment, telling her as I did so, that I'd allowed her to continue making it.

And of course she did struggle, briefly, until I again asked, pleaded with her to remain calm and listen to what I had to say before she bolted from my room back into her own, which I knew she would have done, leaving a tornado of debris in unspoken words behind if I'd let her.

When I had finally secured from her the promise that she wouldn't run from my room, would let me say something before she did so, I finally took my hand away from her mouth, and lifted some of my weight from her, though fully expecting her to flee as I did that. She didn't however, feeling her more like collapse in her own confusion as the reality of what had just happened washed over her like a tidal wave. Now I did sit up, allowing her to do the same.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed finally, which I knew now was a defense of anger, and had fully expected, though thankfully she spoke far more softly when even saying that than I would have under the same circumstances.

And again, had I not allowed it to continue, I could have made the claim that I was myself confused, sleepy and groggy when first feeling her, realizing then she had made the mistake, explaining to her about the switch of rooms that she couldn't have known about, but I hadn't done that. I'd allowed it to go on instead. All I could do then was apologize, somehow...if I even could, and admit that I had succumbed to my own desires, sensations, and somehow get her to understand that, perhaps not enough to as yet forgive me for doing it, but enough so that she could at least find a way to do so later. It was the best I could possibly hope for at that point.

She listened, which surprised me as I said that, as I actually sat there on the side of the bed naked as she was, telling her all this. And I was again surprised as she didn't move away from me as I might have expected, our thighs close enough to actually touch as we sat there in the dark together.

"There's no excuse for it Janice," I said once again for perhaps the fifth or sixth time. "It's just been a long time since I've even been with a woman, and using the fact I was at first sleepy, and groggy that I didn't even know it was you, let alone anyone else, is no good reason for letting you continue on without realizing it was me. Again, I'm sorry, but the simple truth of it is, it felt too fucking good, and I didn't want it to stop!"

There was only a momentary pause, I sat quietly waiting now for the explosion to come, hoping when it did, it would still at least be a quiet one, but when she spoke, the only explosion that came was the one inside my own head as I tried to make coherent sense out of what she asked me.

"It did?"

"Yes, it did," I said simply, still expecting her to now stand up and leave, but she didn't.

"Really?"

"Yes...really."

There was a momentary pause before she spoke again, though it seemed like an eternity before she did.

"Promise you won't say anything to anyone about this...ever!" she said.

"I promise," I said honestly, for the very first time feeling relieved.

"Promise?" she asked once again

"I promise!" I said assuring her that I wouldn't, though short of tearing out my own heart, I didn't know any other way of convincing her that I meant it either. Then I felt her reaching over, her hand once again wrapping around my somewhat still stiff prick. She stroked it.

"Janice?" I said questionably, now confused all over again, this is not what I had expected, though neither had she obviously.

"Have you ever thought about anything like this? Growing up together I mean?" She asked still stroking me, feeling me suddenly begin to stiffen within her hand.

"Well yeah, a few times," I admitted, though still wondering myself now what the hell the two of us were doing, or rather what she was, though I again sat there allowing her to do it.

"Me too," she said softly, then adding as though this made any more sense than anything else had up until now either. "I once caught Debra and Mark fooling around," she whispered excitedly.

"You did? Where?" I asked suddenly interested, and then in a strange way, Janice and I seemed to slip back in time together, back to a time when as k**s we'd naturally formed an alliance against our much older siblings, who had seemingly formed an alliance of their own, a far more intimate one than I'd ever realized, and was just now hearing about. Once again, we were sitting together just like the old days, sharing confidences, secrets, against the two of them, even though they were no longer here with us, no longer doing or involved in doing as far as either one of us knew anyway, what they had once been doing together.
"Didn't you know?" she asked without telling me, the tone of her voice excited, just the way it used to sound when she'd come to me with some tidbit of information that we might use against them, or in some way even out whatever imaginary score we were keeping while playing against them.

"Are you k**ding? No...I certainly never caught them doing anything," though as I thought about it, I nearly had, memories coming back to me only now, things I should have been more aware of, though I'd never really considered the possibilities of it until now, which I then did admit to when thinking about it. "How...where?" I asked her once again, actually getting excited wanting to hear about it.

Janice laughed, the fact that she continued to sit there still slowly fondling my prick had actually become secondary to the excitement of hearing whatever it was she was about to tell me.

"It was the year you graduated," she began, "just before Christmas that year. You'd gone out shopping with mom and dad, I hadn't gone with because I was still home with a cold if you remember."

I did, I remembered that as though it was yesterday.

"Well Mark and Debra must not have known that I'd stayed home instead of going with you, I was in bed sleeping in fact determined to kick this thing and start feeling better again, especially with Christmas being only two days away. But that's when I heard voices coming from the bedroom next door, I rolled over listening, which as you well know was too easy to do as thin as the walls are."

That I remembered too, for a number of reasons, it was almost impossible to listen to music without someone else complaining about it, no matter how low you thought you had the volume on so it wouldn't disturb anyone.

"Go on!" I said anxiously, then felt Janice actually remove her hand from me, though she now scooted back onto the bed resting her back against the headboard, which I now did as well, somewhat surprised, relieved, and again thrilled to feel the touch of her hand upon me as she sought me out in the dark, though continuing her story as she did so.

"That was also the year that Mark proposed to Cindy, New Years Eve, though none of us, except for Debra knew that, and which as I soon learned, she was actually crying about in her bedroom when Mark came in to talk to her about it. I couldn't say anything to anyone about it, because then they would have known, would have known I'd not heard only that, but everything else they had said and done too."

"Like what?" I pressed anxiously, though my sister's hand was pressing my prick somewhat anxiously in response to that.

"I'm just getting to that part," she said letting me go, though I could now barely see her spreading her legs as she sat next to me, the feel of her thigh now resting against my own as she sat there, her hand slipping down between herself, though I couldn't positively confirm she was doing what I sat there imagining she was doing, which now aroused me even more.

"I heard Debra telling Mark through her tears, that though she was certainly happy for he and Cindy, that she was also sad by it, because she knew that she wouldn't be seeing him anymore. I thought that was an odd thing to say, I mean we all knew they'd eventually get married, we just didn't know when, though we also suspected it was going to be pretty soon. And even if they did, it's not like Mark would suddenly disappear from the face of the earth or anything, hell...having Cindy around was like having another sister all of a sudden, and we all felt that way, including yourself," she told me which I most certainly agreed with.

"Yeah, I know that," sounding a bit impatient now, though I had noticed that Janice was in fact touching herself with the subtle motions of the bed telling me so, and just enough closeness between us that even with the room being as dark as it still was, that I could just barely make that out.

"Which is when I hear Mark say to Debra, 'Just because I'm getting married to Cindy, it doesn't mean that you and I can't still have fun together from time to time,' which at first I didn't understand, I mean I was still what, fifteen? Not quite sixteen at the time, still a virgin then," she added, giggling when she said that. "So naturally, I thought they were just talking about his leaving, and how we'd never be living together as a family again after he had."

"Yeah, I can see that," I admitted, though still more anxious now than ever to hear where this was going.

"Then came the good part!" she giggled conspiratorially, making me feel like this was just happening now, and that she'd just come running up to my room to share it with me, which is how I think we both felt at that moment, now even more so as I did something quite unexpected, placing my hand between Janice's legs, which she simply allowed as though expecting it, wanting it, and once again doing the same thing to me. I now felt like I was that age again in fact, the excitement, thrill of doing something naughty, sharing something with my sister, my alliance with her as we sat there touching one another.

"Suddenly, she's gone from crying, to moaning, which for a moment I thought was just a different kind of crying, but as I sat there listening, I realized it wasn't, especially when I heard Debra telling Mark how good it felt for him to be inside her, how she was going to miss not having that...as often...as she had had."

"No shit!" I said, still feeling like the k** I had been back then as I listened to her.

"No shit! And I don't mind telling you Mike, hearing them now knowing what they were doing inside her bedroom was making me horny!"

"Would me too!" I agreed, though I was also extremely horny now with my finger swirling around inside my sister's wet juicy pussy, which I'd even begun making sounds with as we sat there talking.

"So now, I'm sitting there laying in bed with my head against the wall, playing with myself, listening to the two of them doing it, first time I ever heard the word fuck too," she told me honestly, used by any of our family anyway, she amended. "Though I certainly knew what it meant, but here's Debra, almost screaming it out at the top of her lungs, so they obviously thought they were the only one's home at the moment."

"Obviously," I said over the top of her as she went on.

"Debra going..."Oh Mark, Mark! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Shhh!" I suddenly said holding my finger up to my sister's, in her excitement, her voice suddenly raising up a level, dangerously so, making her realize she was almost screaming it out as though she was herself experiencing it.

"Sorry," she giggled once again whispering. "Got a little carried away, especially with you sitting there fingering my pussy, and me holding onto your dick."

"Yeah, me too," I smiled into the dark, though the tone of my voice told her I was just as excited as she was.

"Anyway," she again continued, "After hearing that...I knew I had to see it for myself!"

"No...you didn't!"

"Oh yeah! I did! Just imagine, if you can remember, it had just snowed, been doing so on and off all day, anyway, all I had on was my nightgown, though I did throw my robe on, along with my slippers, then slid open the sliding door, and slipped around to their room from the outside. Though the door was closed, and I couldn't hear them nearly as well now, I could see them since the curtain was still parted, and gave me just enough protection to stand behind while peeking in on them. And because of the way they were on the bed, they weren't facing in my direction either, so I could safely stand there and watch them without them even being aware that I was."

"What where they doing?" I asked, the image already forming inside my mind, though now rubbing Janice's clit had a lot to do with that too, I'd asked breathlessly.

"They're doing it doggy-style, there's Debra kneeling on the bed with Mark fucking her from behind, her tits are swinging wildly beneath her while she is, and there's me, now standing outside the window looking in with my own fingers doing myself while watching them."

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed, causing Janice to suddenly shush me.

"Quiet!" she added with a giggle, "Or I won't finish the story!"

"Ok, sorry," I said sheepishly, once again whispering now myself.

"Then the really nasty, naughty part," Janice teased, just as her hand was now doing to my prick, squeezing out some nice pearly lubrication which she'd begun using to pleasure the head of my cock with, rubbing her thumb and finger around and about it as she did, and just as I was doing to her clit, my fingers likewise tickling her with her own juices.

"Suddenly Debra sort of collapses, I watch her hand disappear beneath her down between her legs, she's frigging herself like crazy, and now I can actually hear her again clearly as she cums, next thing I know, Mark's pulled his prick out of her, and he starts squirting, I watch it as he shoots like four or five clear up over her back, the first two over her head hitting the bed when he realizes it, and starts pumping himself off against her back, and then her ass instead."

"Oh fuck," I moaned remembering to keep quiet.

"And of course, I did too," she told me.

"I bet...I would have too," I said agreeing with her.

"But the point is, something I want you to know and understand is this, I came thinking about you, wishing that was you, doing that to me!"

Once again there was a moment of silence, but only a moment.

"Really?"

"Yes...really!"

"You wished that was me fucking you like that?" I asked, seeking some sort of reassurance, confirmation from her as I asked it.

"Yes...and I still do," she added, giving me all that and more. "So...will you, right now?"

This time there was no pause, no hesitation, no nothing except me rolling over towards her, just as she turned rolling over with her back towards me. In the next instant, I had slipped deeply inside my sister, my cock buried to the hilt inside of her, the warmth of her pussy engulfing me, caressing me, capturing me as I began fucking her, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster until her breasts where swinging wildly, even though I couldn't see clearly that they were, I didn't have to, I saw them inside my head, saw them as surely as I was the one standing outside the window looking in at my older brother fucking Janice and not Debra. Though this time, it was me doing it, and as I now suspected and hoped for, would be doing again, as often as we could safely manage it until we'd decided otherwise.

"Make me cum Mike, make me cum...please, and then pull out and shoot on me, just like I told you in the story, she said. Let me feel your hot cream splashing against me!"

Moments later she was, and moments after that, I was. Squirting just like she'd asked me to do, and though I didn't, couldn't really see it, I could feel it, and knew simply by the force of the explosion, that I was squirting well over the top of her head, and finally aiming down to finish pumping myself off against her ass as she cooed pleasurably beneath me still very much in the throes of her own orgasm.

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We lay there together in the dark for the longest time just holding one another, our hearts only then beginning to calm when something she said prompted me.

"What did you mean by 'like I told you in the story' was it?"

Once again there was silence for a moment, though she snuggled even deeper against me.

"Yes, it was," she admitted. "I lied to you."

"Why?" I asked, now back to feeling totally confused.

"Because I don't think you would have let yourself actually do it unless I hadn't aroused you again," she said honestly now. "And I was being honest with you about the part I had thought and fantasized about the two of us several times. But there's something else you need to know too," she told him then.

"What?"

"That I knew you had switched rooms with Dave."

"What?" he said again bewildered. "You...you knew?"

"Please Mike, please, don't be angry with me. But I over heard mom telling dad how soft the bed was that Dave had been sleeping in, and how the two of you had decided to switch rooms for the night, I knew then that if I pretended to come into the wrong room, that you might go along with it, at least long enough for me to do what I did, and still pretend I wasn't aware that it was you. I figured you'd kick me out once you woke up...but you didn't.," she reminded me.

"What about Dave then?"

"Dave?" She actually laughed. "That day I came out of the bathroom? Well, I was actually hoping it was you when I heard someone come out into the hall. I was actually disappointed that it wasn't you, but then when I saw it was Dave, I decided to drop the towel anyway, I figured he'd go straight to you with it, and so if nothing else, that maybe you'd wish it HAD been you coming out, and not Dave. I'd thought maybe it would make you a little jealous even if you thought I was interested in him."

"What about that day by the pool?"

Once again she laughed. "That too! I heard you go downstairs into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and then head back upstairs to your room. I knew you'd head outside and sit on the walkway, so I purposely came out so that I knew you could see me. I didn't have to look to know that you were, but I peeked briefly just to make sure, and saw that you were indeed sitting up there. When Dave came out to go for a swim, I honestly wasn't expecting him, but used that to once again try to make you a little jealous perhaps, but trust me, I was never ever attracted to Dave, only to you."

I guess I should have seen it coming, though how I don't know. Janice had gotten one of her scholarships in writing, her hopes of one day becoming a journalist, so I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised that she had taken me in so entirely.

"So that never really happened between Mark and Debra?" I then asked, changing the subject, and ignoring the rest of what she'd just told me, which spoke volumes to her since I'd obviously accepted her reasoning, by asking her the unrelated question.

"No, I never saw them," she did say, and then giggled. "But the part where she said that she was sad because they'd probably never do it again, I did hear."

"Really?"

"Yeah...really."

"So maybe they really had been messing around all that time."

"I think they were," she said, her hand once again finding me in the dark.

"You're not just telling me another story to get me all excited and aroused again?" I asked.

"No...I'm not," and then adding. "So, are you?"

"What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think you are," she giggled. "Only this time, can we turn a light on? I want to see you this time," she said.

"I'd like that too, and this time, I'd like to see you on top."

"Oh yeah, and I want to feel that too, feel your hard stiff cock all nice and deep inside my pussy."

"And I want to play with your tits."

"As much as you want."

"As often as we can," I said hopefully.

"Whenever you want to," she said turning on the light, climbing over to sit down on me.

"Fuck you forever."

"Forever," she moaned sliding down and over my cock until it filled her. "Fuck me forever, and forever, for as long as you want to, wherever you want to."

#

As for Dave? Well, he left the following day without saying a word to anyone for some reason, moved back to his own hometown. Never heard from him again either, didn't make any sense to my parents who thought he'd liked staying there with us.

"Maybe it had something to do with the bed," I'd told them. "Maybe he'd had a hard time trying to sleep."

Anyway, that's the way I figured it.