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I knew how it looked, because I had practiced to make sure it looked just that way.

"I can get that from there," the young girl standing over me in her polo shirt and blue jeans instructed me.

I knew she could, but that would have defeated the purpose.

I squatted down on my heels, still holding on to the water.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

I knew my short skirt was too tight to not shimmy up my naked thighs and almost reach my crotch.

If she so chose, she could see my black lace panties from her vantage point.

She so chose, and her cheeks flushed red when our eyes met and she realized I had caught her looking.

She had stooped over with the handheld scanner in her hand, and her face was less than two feet from my panties.

The scanner beeped and her eyes lowered as we straightened up together.

"Thank you, Hannah," I whispered, and her cheeks blushed even redder.

Obviously, to me, she and I were the same height, and we would have been looking straight into each other's eyes, if she could have looked me in the eyes at that moment.

It was so endearing that she couldn't.

"Michael," I called to the cashier, "Can I have help to my car please?"

I really liked that the employees at my favorite grocer were required to wear name tags that included their last initial.

"I can help you," Hannah offered, maybe just a little more willingly than she intended. Her blush had almost faded, but was now back in full bloom.

I love the blush of a beautiful redhead, and Hannah was no exception.

I smiled at her, then turned to take care of my bill.

"Thank you Michael."

I smiled at him, too, then turned to Hannah, patiently waiting with my cart.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"I am."

She still couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Me too."

I made the assumption that Michael was watching as I headed for the door. I was far enough away that I barely heard him greet the next customer.

I can't say as I could blame him.

I seldom leave my house, but when I do, I make absolutely certain everything is perfect.

Clothes, hair, nails (both feet and hands, even when I'm forced to wear something that covers either), makeup, perfume.

I take great pains to make sure my clothes accentuate my strong points: the shape of my legs, the curve of my hips, my narrow waist. I do what I can with my breasts, since they're on the small side.

Equal pains are taken that I dress modestly, but can, when I want, be very revealing, to the people I want to be revealed to.

I have to work at it. I'm not perfect, so I pretend to be. I'm short, five foot two. My thighs are thicker than I would like, but I have great calves, even in flats. In defiance of my thighs, I think my ass is amazing, even if I do say so myself. My tits are small, so I have to carefully select tops that won't ever make them look smaller than they are.

"Do you want this in the back seat?" Hannah asked at my car.

I smiled at her as she held the water to her chest, and shook my head.

The top was still retracting, so I couldn't open the trunk.

I had my sunglasses on, so I could take another opportunity to get a good look at her.

Her curly red hair was cut short, barely covering her ears, but I understood, if it didn't curl, it would be twice, maybe three times as long.

Her hair was lighter than mine, but still close to the same shade: autumn bonfire.

Her blue jeans were turned up into cuffs at the bottom. I really wanted to see how she dressed when she wasn't working, but I had to be patient.

I clicked the fob, and the trunk lid rose slowly.

Her hips were wider than they should have been. She had lean legs, a narrow waist and only about a handful for breasts. I'm not perfect, so I'm not being critical.

She didn't struggle at all getting my groceries in the trunk, not even with the heavy water.

I wouldn't have struggled either, but that wasn't why I asked for help.

"Thank you Hannah," I said, and extended my hand to her.

"I'm Eloise. Some people call me Ellie, but I prefer Eloise."

She looked at my hand, then at my face before she took my hand and shook it.

"I'm Hannah."

"I know," I chuckled.

"Oh, yeah," she said as she poked at her name tag with her free hand.

I slowly withdrew my hand from hers, and she was blushing again, but looking in my eyes.

I turned her hand over before releasing it, and put something in it with my other hand.

"Oh, um, Eloise, we can't take tips."

"Don't think of it as a tip. It's my number and address. I live nearby. Maybe you can stop by sometime?"

"Oh, um..." she stammered.

"I don't get out much. I think we could be friends."

"Yeah, OK, that would be cool."

Hannah almost had her hand closed around my card, but I pulled it back, just enough to escape her grasp.

Her eyes snapped up from her hand to my face. She was surprised, but there was disappointment there too.

"Hannah?" I asked just above a whisper, and I caught the small dilation of her pupils.

She wanted what I had offered and taken back.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen," she replied.

It was subtle, but her breath caught just before she spoke.

I turned my head, just barely, and looked at her from the corner of my eye.

"Um, I will be. The day after tomorrow is...my birthday. How old are you?"

I smiled. Now she had told the truth, mostly.

"I'm twenty-six."

Her fingers found my card, and I let them take it.

"Cya, Hannah."

She gave me a little wave and pushed the empty cart toward the store as I got in my car.

I liked her, and hoped she wouldn't hate me for very long.

**

I put my groceries away and went straight to my den on the second floor of my condo. Early afternoon, soon after the thrill of the hunt hit my veins was always the best time to write.

Usually I would have stripped naked before I started, but not today. I knew I'd want that edge, the desire to relieve my tension. That pent up feeling helped me write, and made me sharp to continue my hunt.

I wrote for almost two hours, then checked the word count. I had pounded out almost five thousand words; not a bad effort, so I decided to leave my hero and heroine, sweating and struggling for breath, in the bathroom stall of the restaurant where their mom and dad had taken them for their birthday dinner.

I really wished my brother had been a twin with me, and he had taken my virginity in public like that instead of at home with nobody else in the house.

There was, and always would be, the thunderstorm crashing around us at the time, though. That would always be with me, my terror of the storm mixed with his penis inside me, then his cum.

Even now, in my mid-twenties, my orgasms were monumental. I never touched myself during the worst storms, yet the abject terror filled me and carried me away alongside the pristine bliss of my arousal to culminate in the perfect storm of horror and the ecstasy of my orgasm.

The memory of my brother inside me, filling me perfectly with his glorious penis, was the impetus of every orgasm I've ever experienced.

I went down the hall to my bedroom, into my walk-in closet and carefully removed my skirt and blouse and hung them on hangers. They went on the rack where I put clothes going to the dry cleaner.

My black lace thong went into the hamper for delicates, along with my bra.

I considered going commando, but decided it would be too risky, at least for two more days.

I have a hard and fast rule: no nudity unless they're eighteen or over. With the running shorts I was about to put on, it would just be too easy to accidentally show my coochie unless I wore panites, and I was pretty sure I'd be having a guest in the next couple hours.

Hannah wouldn't be eighteen for two more days, so she would just need to wait, no matter how much I made her want to see my intimate bits.

I stepped into some white silk, french cut panties and put on a matching bra. The bra wasn't technically a push-up variety, but it still accomplished that, just a little bit, and just the hint of my areola was almost visible peeking out from underneath.

I put on a pair of nylon running shorts and a white tank top.

The shorts were very loose, and very short. The bottom of my butt cheeks were visible at the back, under the legs of the shorts. The tank top was loose too, and covered barely more than the bra underneath, and stopped at the waistband of the shorts.

Everything was covered, but just barely.

The change that a tiny, barely an eighth of an inch, touch of eyeliner at the outside corner of each eye made still amazed me. It was subtle, but it was just a hint of my true nature.

My face now looked like a predator at rest, not yet in full hunter mode. That's what I thought anyway, and I had made the discovery years ago.

The clear lip gloss I applied softened that look, or distracted from it. Either way, I was certain I looked good.

My wavy, red locks fell to a couple inches below my shoulders. I love my hair; it's not too curly, and it definitely isn't straight. It garnered me more looks than anything else, at least on initial glance.

I was sure that Hannah would forgive my slightly thick thighs.

I went back to my study, and sat down to re-read what I had written that day, the first of many reads I would make before sending it off to my editor.

The doorbell downstairs chimed the same time the small tablet on my desk buzzed.

I couldn't help it, I smiled before I even looked.

The curly red hair over the freckled face in the camera feed was exactly what I expected to see, but the black frame glasses surprised me, and not in a bad way. She was adorable in glasses.

I tapped the 'Unlock' button then the 'Intercom'.

"Hannah, come in, it's unlocked."

She jumped, almost imperceptibly.

"Make yourself comfortable and I'll be down in a minute."

She reached for the door and I touched the intercom button to turn it off.

I had hoped Hannah would have made herself comfortable, but she was standing nervously inside the front door as I made my way down the stairs.

My bare feet, with their immaculately done nails, were silent on the carpeted stairs, and she didn't look up until I spoke.

"Hannah, such a wonderful surprise," I greeted her with a half-lie. I wasn't surprised even a little bit.

She was still in her uniform polo and jeans from work, so I assumed she had come straight from there.

"Hi, Eloise," she returned my greeting. Her eyes were making their way slowly up my body.

I didn't give her a chance to continue with anything else she may have wanted to say, probably in explanation for her being there.

Anything she would have said wouldn't have been the real reason anyway, so I saw no reason to let her start off with a lie to regret later. She would have enough of that eventually. They all did, but some got over it.

She was surprised as my arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a hug. We were perfect together, her chin on my shoulder, and mine on hers.

Her ear felt warm and her curls tickled my cheeks.

Her arms only needed a split second to respond and return the hug just as tight as the one she was receiving.

I moved away, just far enough to look in her eyes, but still have my hands on her narrow waist. She felt smaller than she looked, and her cheeks were flushed, like she had been running.

"I like your glasses. You look even smarter with them."

"Thanks," she mumbled as I took her hand in mine.

"Come in. Can I get you anything to drink? I was about to have a sparkling mango juice. Can I get you one too?" I said, not giving her time to interrupt as I led her into the living room.

"Mango juice?"

"It's delicious. I don't think I could live without it. I make it myself. I have one of those contraptions that people use to make soda, and I juice my own fresh mangos."

"I've never had...that, but if you like it, I'll have one too," she murmured.

She seemed a little discombobulated, probably from my enthusiasm at seeing her, and not questioning her presence.

"Make yourself comfortable, for real this time," I invited her, and gestured to the sofa before heading for the kitchen.

I returned from the kitchen a minute later. I already had two glasses prepared and in the refrigerator.

Hannah had made herself comfortable. Her loafers and white no-show socks were piled under the glass coffee table, and her legs were stretched out in front of her, crossed at her ankles.

She has just about the cutest little stubby toes I've ever seen, and they were painted bright green.

She smiled up at me as I carried our drinks around the table, then bent from the waist to hand her one, then put two coasters from a stack on the glass surface, one in front of her, and one on the table in front of where I intended to sit.

I raised my eyes, and caught her again looking down my top at my barely covered boobs.

She looked up at me, cheeks blushing, then shrugged her shoulders.

I walked around the table and sat on the sofa next to her, my bare legs slightly parted and turned toward her.

"How was work today?" I broke the brief silence.

She took a taste, then a longer drink of her juice.

She looked surprised.

"This is good. You make it yourself?"

"I do. I have an ornamental mango tree that bears fruit all year round. I just wash them and send them through my juicer, then use the fizzy machine to make them sparkling."

"Better than Coke, in my opinion," she replied.

She put her glass on the coaster, then turned her body toward mine.

I was anticipating this, and leaned forward to retrieve my glass, pulling my legs back to center, and out of reach of her knees.

"You live here by yourself, Eloise?" she asked when I put my glass back on the table.

"Yeah, this is my prison. Solitary confinement," I added a little giggle at the end.

"You're not married?"

"No," I shook my head slowly. "I'm too picky, and it's so very difficult to find lovers that meet my criteria."

"Not even a boyfr...significant other, or insignificant other?"

I just smiled and shook my head.

"What about you, Hannah? Do you have a lover?"

Hannah laughed.

"Why do you say it like that? Lover?"

I turned toward her, but scooted a little in the same motion so my knees almost, but didn't touch hers.

"Surely you're progressive enough to know that some people have boyfriends and some have girlfriends, that applies to boys or girls, and some have either."

"I've never had a boyfriend."

I nodded.

"Have you considered one?"

Hannah shrugged and reached for her glass.

After a long drink, she put the glass down and leaned back.

"I probably wouldn't hate a boyfriend, but he'd need to be nice, and treat me right."

She glanced at her watch.

"Oh, um...my friend that I rode to work with forgot to wait on me. I was actually hoping you could give me a ride home."

I laughed.

I knew she would make up some excuse, or use some excuse to stop by. She may have even told her friend she didn't need a ride.

"I need to put some shoes on then. I'll be right back."

I went halfway to the stairs, then stopped and turned.

"Come with me," I said, holding out my hand to her. "I'll give you the nickel tour, since I'm going that way anyway."

I thought it was a little intimate, walking hand in hand, barefooted, up the stairs toward my bedroom.

I hoped she felt it too.

"That's my office," I said pointing to the first door, closed.

The door to the bathroom was open.

"Bathroom, then this," I swung my bedroom door open, "is where all the action would take place, if there were any."

"It can't be that bad, Eloise. You're beautiful. Surely you can find a man...or somebody, anytime you want."

I went in, ignoring her comment.

It's pretty plain in here, but that's how I like it.

"I'm just going to grab something to put on my tootsies, from the closet."

The only furniture in the bedroom was a California king bed with a large headboard with shelves and drawers in it.

The bed swallowed me up, when it was just me, as it usually is, but was perfect for when my life was perfect and there were three of us in it.

Everything I needed was on or in the headboard: reading lamp, alarm clock, tablet for security system, a drawer with my personal pleasure appliances, a battery charger. Like I said, everything I needed in the bedroom.

I would show her around more, another day.

Hannah was still standing in the same place when I came back from the closet with my flat, two-string sandals on.

"Ready?" I asked her, apparently interrupting some thoughts.

She turned and smiled.

"Yep."

I held her hand back down the stairs, then around the corner and down the stairs to the basement. I had my car parked in the garage there. The top was still down.

I stopped with my hand on the driver's side handle.

"Do you drive?"

"Uh, yeah. I have a car, I just rode with my friend today cause there wasn't any reason for us to both drive."

"Good. I would prefer not to drive, so you get in on this side."

"Are you sure, Eloise? This is...um...a Mercedes sports car. I don't know..." Hannah stammered.

"It's just a car," I told her as I passed her on the way to the passenger side.

I opened the center console and removed 2 sets of ear plugs I kept in there just for this situation.

"Here, put these in until we get out of the garage."

I knew from experience that the five point five liter turbo V8 engine could rattle the nerves of an unsuspecting victim.

I almost chuckled. She was my victim already, with or without the deafening of the engine's roar at start up inside the cement walls of the garage.

I reached across and held her wrist as she reached for the start button.

"Foot on brake, then just idle back up the hill. You can slowly...slowly back all the way out until it's flat before you need to worry about cross-traffic."

I watched as she pressed the start button and the engine roared to life.

I don't know if she actually said anything, I couldn't have heard her either way, but her mouth moved as if she was saying "Holy Fuck".

I pulled a scarf out of the glove box and tied it around my head to protect my hair. If I didn't, I'd need to cut most of my hair off to get the knots out.

"What are you doing for your birthday?" I casually asked as she gingerly pulled into the street.

I could hardly contain my excitement at thinking about Hannah being eighteen in two days.

"Birthday?" She muttered, concentrating on the road in front of her.

"You know, eighteen, day after tomorrow?"

"Oh!" she laughed.
"Yeah, we're... I'm having a party on Saturday: friends, cake, ice cream, presents...parents," she sighed at the end of the list.

"No plans for your actual birthday?" I scoffed.

"Work, then Netflix and ice cream," she groaned.

"Not acceptable, Hannah."

She scowled without looking away from the road

"I'll make dinner. Birthday cake for dessert. We'll listen to music, put on our PJ's, and talk about boys."

"I don't know..."

"Please, Hannah? Let me do this for you? Eighteen is supposed to be special."

"I guess it does sound fun..."

"Great. Come over the second you're done with work. I'm so excited."

She smiled and nodded.

More argument from her would have been futile anyway, and just a waste of time.

**

Hannah pulled into a driveway and pushed the start button.

I saw the tension flow from her body as the engine died.

My body probably relaxed too. The air around us was suddenly silent, relatively anyway. It was more silent than it had been when the engine was beating the air around us into a frenzy.

Hannah raised her hands and searched her immediate surroundings with her eyes.

"It's already in park. It does that when the engine goes off," I said with a chuckle.

Even I forgot sometimes to put it in park, so I was glad that it was sometimes smarter than a person.

"Thanks for the ride, Eloise," she said as I took in the house we were parked in front of.

The two story Tudor had an immaculate lawn, and was huge.

We were parked behind an older Chevrolet that was in beautiful condition in spite of its age.

"Is that yours?" I asked her.

"Yeah. I think Mom probably moved it. I forgot today is the day they sweep the street. It usually lives on the street."

Hannah got out, then waited as I circled the car.

I wasn't surprised when she initiated our hug.

"Thanks for the ride, Eloise. I can hardly wait for my birthday party, with you."

"Me, too. We're going to have such a good time together," I said with a wink, then sat down in my car and watched her walk up the drive.

Hannah stopped after opening her front door and waved back at me as I shifted into drive in the street.

I returned her wave before she disappeared inside.

I could feel my wet silk panties sticking to my pussy. This was turning into such a good hunt.

I had one more piece to put into place, but that would need to wait until tomorrow and that piece was always the easiest.

**

I opened my eyes in the near pitch blackness of my bedroom, and knew very close to what time it was, even with my blackout curtains drawn closed.

I had no use for an alarm clock, not since college. There was no difference for me in the days; I always woke up within ten minutes, either way, of seven in the morning.

I glanced at the clock: 7:04. I sat up and stretched my arms over my head, then pushed my covers off my naked body. I also had no use for pajamas unless it was my 'time of the month'.

It wasn't, and wouldn't be for a couple of weeks. I don't know why, but I always kept track of my cycle, in my head.

It's not like it mattered. The next three days would be my prime conception time, if I weren't on birth control, but I hoped to get some good practice in during those days, for if I ever decided to have a baby.

I couldn't imagine finding a man I'd want to have a baby with though. My brother was married with his own c***dren by another woman, and he was the only man I'd ever wanted to impregnate me.

I couldn't imagine anything changing that.

I got out of bed and walked to the door without turning on the lights, then went down stairs, still naked.

I ran cold water into my tea kettle and put it on the stove to heat while I got out my coffee press and grinder.

The vibration in my hands as I ground enough beans for two cups felt good, and soothed the demon inside my soul just enough to take the edge off, for a few minutes anyway.

When I was done making my coffee, I went to the refrigerator and took out a package of fresh strawberries and a single-serve container of greek yogurt then carried them upstairs with me.

My bed welcomed me back and I adjusted and fluffed the pillows before leaning back against them, still in the darkness.

The television on the wall illuminated the room, and I clicked it off mute with the remote. This TV never left the twenty-four hour new channel. It's the only thing I allowed myself to watch here.

My breakfast was delicious in spite of the news I watched. I always wondered why I even bothered keeping up with the world's happenings; it was hardly ever good.

As my hunger was quenched, the demon I had silenced earlier took over that emotional space inside me, and screamed to be released, so I slid down in my bed to lie flat, and reached between my legs.

"William," I moaned as my fingers found my wetness.

That was my brother. I usually called him Bill, and his wife was the only one that called him William, unless it was me calling him that when I imagined that I was her, living with him, fucking him, having his babies. Loving him.

He had gotten angry with me the one time I asked if he married her because she looked like me.

It had been years then since he had put his penis inside me and filled me with his cum, but he knew what I was talking about.

The conversation was over the second I asked him that question. He left the room, but I noticed he didn't bother denying it.

There were no points to argue in his defense. The woman he married and his sister could have been twins, except his sister was prettier, in my totally unbiased opinion.

She was my height, identical dimensions, even the same red hair.

She dyed her hair brown shortly after he told her our secret, and it's been brown since then.

Well, identical dimensions until she had popped out his four babies, the babies that could have been, shouldhave been, his sister's.

I even went so far as to steal her underwear. They fit me perfectly, bras and panties, exactly as if I had bought them for myself.

I didn't steal them to hurt her though. I always stole them from their dirty clothes. I wanted the ones she had worn and not washed, hoping against hope they had been against her after they fucked and his cum might be left inside, even the tiniest traces would be better than the none I got now otherwise.

She hated me of course. I asked him not to tell her about us, when they first started dating. Just like a man, he didn't listen, so she hated me because I was the proud owner of her husband's virginity, and being his sister, we still saw each other and talked on the phone, even if it was rarely.

I am never invited to their house, a couple states away, but they visit occasionally. It's always them, together. She never lets him come alone. I'm certain that's because she doesn't trust me not to seduce her husband, and since she and I look the same, she knows he could pretend I was her, and it would almost not be cheating.

She was right to not trust me.

I was in no hurry as I leisurely fingered myself. I had nowhere to be today, until later tonight, but still I wanted this out of the way now, so I'd be sharp when the time came. I needed to be ready, hungry, on the top of my game, when the hunt continued.

Eventually, after a few good orgasms, I got out of bed and showered, then dressed in sweats and an oversized tee shirt.

I would change my sheets tomorrow, but wouldn't masturbate. My desire would be stoked by the time I had my prey in my clutches, and only then could I appreciate my conquest to the fullest.

My characters had fucked, and were now in the phase of reconciling that fact with their misplaced, in my opinion, morality, and trying to deal with their new emotions, so my writing was slower today.

I had to put more thought into how to get from that first penetration of a vagina with a penis to a repeat performance. It was always that way, even in real life, from my experience.

My phone alerted me to a text message.

"Hey"

It was from Hannah. The text didn't surprise me, but the brevity did.

"Hi, Hannah. Good morning."

"I guess afternoon now, LOL" I responded in quick succession.

A laughing smiley face came from her before a real response.

"How are you?"

"I'm super fine."

"Maybe you knew that already" I again responded quickly.

I was certain she wouldn't be offended with my flirtation.

"LMAO. I did." was her response.

I was glad she laughed.

"I get off work at 4 today." finally came, after about five minutes of waiting.

"Can I stop on my way home?"

This was better than I could have planned. Sometimes they surprise me, but not often.

"Sorry babe. I'm busy tonight."

"I'm super stoked, and can barely wait til tomorrow night" I responded as quick as I could.

"I understand" came just as I hit send on the second of my responses.

A smiley face, then another followed in quick succession.

"Me 2. Be there 2 minutes after 4 tomorrow" then another smiley face.

"Cya then Hannah" with a kissy face was my response.

**

I checked myself in the mirror once more. My hands, clutching my butt, pushed my lightweight hoodie back the perfect amount to reveal the sides and bottom curve of my little breasts under my tight wife-beater shirt without revealing even a tiny glimpse of my nipples, and when I squeezed my butt cheeks in my hands, the material of the light leggings I had chosen pulled the front tighter against my groin.

I had turned my eyes into as close to cat eyes as I could with extension of eyeliner beyond the edge of my eyes sockets and turned up at the ends. The green eyeshadow emphasized the green of my eyes, and made them look bigger.

I looked the part of the alpha predator to match my soul.

I know I need to look the part when going up against a male, an alpha by nature, of the species.

The parking lot was all but empty. There were a couple vehicles parked, far from the entrance, in the parking lot. It was perfect.

I pulled up in front of the glass storefront and parked in the fire lane. I knew I'd be fine there. I would be inside less than ten minutes, and most likely, nobody else was going to be entering before I left.

I walked quickly inside, my head and face covered with the hood of my sweatshirt, and went straight to the alcohol aisle, grabbed what I wanted, then made a beeline for the frozen desert section for some gelato.

I wasn't in a hurry now, so my gait slowed and I headed for the checkout stand, desert in one hand and wine in the other.

I had already, earlier in the week, checked the cashiers' schedule on the wall behind one of the express lanes. I knew who would be the lone checker tonight.

Michael greeted me as I approached, but I could tell from his tone that he hadn't recognized me yet. I still had my hoodie up.

I put my four-pack of individual wine bottles on the belt, then my raspberry and chocolate gelato and pushed my hoodie down.

"Oh...hi!" Michael chirped in greeting, now recognizing me. The last month, I had always come to his lane to make my purchases. It was easy since I knew how to serendipitously check his schedule. His schedule, and Hannah's, of course.

I started to greet him, but stopped as I rummaged in the pockets of my hoodie, then turned sideways to him and pushed the hoodie back as I pretended to check the thigh pockets of my leggings, then slowly moved my hands to my butt and squeezed.

I was aware these leggings didn't have thigh pockets, or back pockets. That wasn't why I was searching myself.

I turned to face Michael, mouth agape and hands still on my butt, and I squeezed my butt again for good measure.

My expression was for him, but it didn't matter, he wasn't looking at my face. His gaze was lower than that.

I crossed my legs at my ankles, unusually disconcerted by his open mouthed stare at my crotch, and searched my hoodie pockets again, until his gaze shifted and found my eyes.

That's when it was the right time to find my credit card.

I slid my hands down along the outside of my thighs, and let a big, wide grin break out on my face as I pulled my card from the only pocket in my leggings.

"I thought I was going to have to go home empty-handed," I smiled at Michael, now smiling himself.

There was a slight blush on his face and he was breathing a little heavy though.

"Hi, how are you?" he repeated himself, then blushed more.

"I'm fine...perfect now."

Michael just nodded.

I moved forward from the end of the lane to stand directly in front of him.

He smiled and nodded.

I cut my eyes back at my two purchases, still perched near the beginning of the belt, then back to him and raised my eyebrows.

"Oh...um...did you find everything you needed tonight?" he sputtered before getting himself back in gear and turning the belt on.

"Not really anything I needed, but this will have to do," I purred, just barely leaning forward and watching his hands as he ran my items across the scanner.

He touched a button on a wire across his chest, then spoke.

"Twenty-" he croaked out before his voice cracked and he cleared his throat.

"Twenty-one on two."

I leaned slightly closer to him.

"Three," I whispered.

"Oh, umm...Three I mean," he growled into the mic.

I leaned even closer.

"I'm a little disappointed, Michael. Don't you remember me?" I purred.

"I, um, remember, but I can't scan it even if I know...when I know you."

I glanced over my shoulder, and a grumpy forty-ish year old guy was ambling from the service counter toward us.

I held my driver license up toward him when he got close enough.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes at me.

"I know you El, and I know exactly how old you are," he gruffed in my direction without making eye contact, then went straight to the register and scanned my wine before silently walking back toward the service counter.

He had been one of my victims, almost a decade ago. He wasn't happy about it, and still held that against me though he had never talked to me since telling me he hated me. That was, in fact, the longest conversation we had in the years since then.

I got what I wanted out of it, but he obviously had not. That's why I called them victims.

"I don't think he likes you," Michael stated the obvious.

I just smiled.

"Is this all you needed then?"

He was starting to get his bearings again, so I gave him another nudge.

"This isn't even close to what I need, but us lonely, single girls gotta do something to make us feel good, about ourselves."

He laughed.

"See? The beautiful guys always laugh at us lonely girls cause we can't get any."

I had already swiped my now found card in the machine, and it said "Waiting on Cashier".

He laughed again, but with way less confidence, bordering on nervousness.

I raised up on my tip toes, and leaned forward on my hands on the edge of the counter between us. I pretended to look at his screen, then back in his eyes.

"I'm waiting on you," I whispered as suggestively as I could.

I've done more than my fair share of seduction, so that was saying something.

"I...um, get off...of work, I get off work in three minutes..."

I already had a paper with my phone number on it in my hand.

"I meant to pay"

"Oh god...I'm so so so sorry," he begged and punched a button on his screen.

His face was beet red and I could see a film of perspiration on his forehead.

"It's too late tonight. What time do you want to get off, I mean when are you off work tomorrow?" I all but moaned.

"Nine," he choked out, even redder-faced than a second ago.

"Perfect," I cooed, then handed him my number.

"Call me tomorrow. Nine o'clock tomorrow night sounds even more delicious than gelato and wine."

I didn't even wait for my receipt before walking out to my car.

**

I rolled out of bed before 6:30. I had only slept a few hours anyway, and had been awake since before five. I always had trouble sleeping when my prey was so close, but this time was different. My adrenal gland seemed to be on a twenty-four hour watch, and my pussy hadn't been dry since I left Michael at his checkout stand last night.

I was certain this was going to turn out one of, if not the best of my conquests yet.

I made coffee, but waited until after seven to eat breakfast, and skipped the news altogether.

I need to burn off some nervous energy, so I got in my car and drove to the interstate, then the sixty miles to the next major city.

I stopped and bought a bottle of water, then got back on the interstate and headed for home.

The track timer in my car read 58:45 as I pulled in my garage. I'd made that trip faster before, but not by much. I know driving in excess of one hundred fifty miles per hour could land me in jail, but it also calmed my nerves enough to make the risk worth it. To me anyway.

My phone rang two minutes before noon. I was in the kitchen trying to decide if I should eat something for lunch or not.

I cleared my throat and answered the unknown number in the most sultry voice I could, considering my still-building nerves.

"Hello?"

There was silence for a second, and I thought maybe it wasn't who I had been sure it was.

"Say that again," the voice on the other end demanded.

I smiled, then repeated myself, but slower and a couple notes lower.

"Hello."

It wasn't a question now.

I barely heard him, like he had tried to cover his phone but had done a poor job of it.

"Fuck."

"Michael?"

"Uh, yeah, Eloise. I um...I'm going to work in a few minutes, and wanted to call and find out where to come tonight."

"I think...I hope you know where to cum. Don't you? I mean, you have done this before, right?"

It seemed to me that overnight he had forgotten his place as prey, and needed to be reminded.

"Done this? What..." he choked out, then I'm pretty sure he failed to cover his phone again as he spat out "fuck" again.

"Yes, Michael, fuck. You've done this before, right?"

I had him exactly where he needed to be. He might not have consciously realized it, yet, but he knew now he was the prey.

"God, yes, I have, but I need to know your address."

"You're going to be here tonight, right? I've been wet all morning thinking about it, and I don't want to get all worked up with nothing...nobody to do."

"Unless I'm dead, I'll come."

"Good, I can hardly wait," I purred into the phone, then gave him my address.

"How long will it take for you to come after work?" I asked, less innocently than I sounded.

"Two, maybe three minutes."

"Good god, I hope you last longer than that," I giggled into the phone.

"Oh christ...I meant how long it would take me to get there, Eloise..."

I laughed before I let him know I was joking.

"Cya you tonight, Michael. Don't make me wait."

I didn't wait for a response before I hung up.

**

I spent the early afternoon making a small white cake from scratch.

Being a near recluse, I had learned lots of domestic kinds of things, and baking was one of them that I completely enjoyed.

Then I made some icing and put it on the cake, with a few flowers and the fancy trim around the top edge and corners, then wrote "Happy Eighteenth Birthday" on the top.

I left her name off intentionally, just in case.

I prepped the lobster tails, cooked some linguini noodles and prepared the alfredo sauce.

Everything was ready by 3:30. I could just pop the lobster in the oven for about ten minutes to cook, and pour the sauce over the noodles and we could eat.

I didn't think I'd quite be ready to eat at 4:00, not a meal anyway, but if Hannah wanted to, it would be ready within minutes.

I texted Hannah.

"Did you drive today?"

I knew she wasn't off work, but she would get it right away and hopefully reply before she got in her car.

I put on a slinky evening dress. It clung to every curve, and shimmied when I moved.
It didn't matter now, Hannah was eighteen now, so I left off any undergarments.

"Yes" she replied at one minute before four.

"Park in the garage behind my car"

"Come in the back door, from the garage. It's open already" I replied quickly, hoping she'd get it before she got to my condo.

I went to the back steps and opened the garage door for her, then pushed the doorway to the garage almost closed.

I didn't want her to park on the street in front.

I intended to pour us some sparkling mango juice before she got there, but when I opened the refrigerator, the first thing I saw was the four-pack of wine. I didn't want that lying around to have an accident with, so I took it upstairs to my den for safe-keeping.

I heard a car enter my garage before I could get back downstairs, so I would just get us drinks later, if we wanted any.

I was rethinking my underwear choice. I was leaking just a tiny bit in anticipation of the evening.

It was all I could do to not dance, waiting for her to ascend the stairs from the garage. This was way more excited than I usually was this close to bagging my prey.

Hannah came around the corner and stopped dead when our eyes met.

"Hi Hannah," I greeted her. I hadn't intended to break out my sultry voice, yet.

"God, Eloise, you're gorgeous," she whispered.

"I didn't...all I have is this," she moaned.

She was still wearing her work uniform.

I couldn't wait any longer, and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'm sure there's something in my closet you can wear," I whispered in her ear.

She didn't seem to want to let go, so we hugged for a few minutes, until she pulled away and smiled at me.

"That was really nice. Do you have something I can wear that will be as pretty as you have on?"

"Youth and beauty trumps age and beauty all day long, so yeah, probably prettier," I giggled.

"Yeah, right."

"Let's go find you something to change into that will do your figure right, instead of those boxy work clothes," I giggled and grabbed her hand.

I didn't have to think about what she was going to get to wear. My outfit had been a choice between what I had on and another equally slinky, but shorter evening dress. Even with it's plunging neckline, it would be perfect on her. She had better thighs, and bigger boobs, slightly, so it would look better on her than on me.

I went directly to my choice for her while she looked around my walkin closet like she was going to choose.

"Oh, it's kinda short, isn't it?" she asked while I held it up in front of her and she examined it in the mirror.

"You've got even better legs than mine, and I look fantastic in it," I reassured her.

"How do you know I have better legs? All you've ever seen me in is jeans."

"I've looked at enough girls in jeans that I saw later naked. I just know."

Hannah folded her arms across her belly, dr****g the dress on them and blushed.

"Oh...OK, just hand me your work clothes so I can put them next to the backdoor so you won't forget them when you leave," I instructed her, then backed out of the closet to give her privacy.

"In the morning," I added hopefully, under my breath.

It didn't take her long to poke her head out a little bit and hand me her jeans, polo and shoes and socks, all folded and nicely piled.

I could tell she didn't have the dress on yet.

"Thanks," she whispered as I took them and headed down the stairs.

When I got back the closet door was open and she was looking at herself in the mirror.

The middle of her bra crossed through the open neckline, several inches above the bottom of it.

I shook my head.

"I know. I guess this..." she plucked at the front of her bra, between the cups, "is gonna need to come off, huh? I really like the dress, and don't wanna take it off. Give me a minute to take this off?"

"Wait...just pull one arm inside the dress...Like this," I guided her arm and she pulled it into the sleeve. She was looking puzzled, but went along.

"Now, pull the shoulder strap down and lift your arm out of it while you push your arm back out the sleeve.

She seemed to struggle a second, but then her arm came back out.

"Now, unhook..."

I didn't hesitate, and reached for the clasp between her tits. Her skin felt silky soft, and warm against the back of my fingers as I undid the clasp.

"Oh!" she gasped then moved her arm up under her now free breasts.

"Now take this hand," I demonstrated by flapping the arm that had just been inside the dress, " and pull it out the other sleeve by the shoulder strap.

She looked at me incredulously, but followed my instructions and was obviously surprised when her bra slid almost effortlessly off and out the sleeve.

She looked down at herself, then back to my face.

"Here, let me..." I reached forward with both hands, cupped her tits and adjusted them in the dress.

"There, perfect," I whispered, admiring her daring cleavage.

She was blushing again when our eyes met.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"Now turn around slowly, and let me have a look at all of you."

She tried to keep her eyes on me as she turned, but eventually gave up and turned her head away from me too.

"Stop," I ordered, and knelt down, behind her now.

"This won't do, not at all," I announced.

"What?"

I reached both hands under the mid-thigh hem, up and over her hips and hooked a finger in each side of the waistband of her panties. Then in one fluid motion, pulled them to the floor.

"Eloise!" she gasped.

"Panty lines absolutely ruin a pretty dress on a beautiful girl."

I picked up her bra and panties as she turned around to face me again.

"But...I'm naked...under the dress..." she moaned.

I smiled as I stood and looked in her eyes.

"Me too, so we're even."

Hannah's eyes narrowed at me in disbelief.

I tucked her underwear under an arm, then grabbed a wrist in each hand.

"Here, see for yourself," I ordered as I raised her hands and pressed one against each of my own little tits.

Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes fixed on me as her blush rose up her cheeks and soon covered her entire face.

I do love a redhead when they blush.

I just smiled at her as she struggled to keep her eyes on mine, but soon gave up and let them lower to her hands, now gently kneading my breasts.

"Oh..." she moaned.

I stepped a little closer to her, so I could whisper to her without interrupting what she was doing.

"Convinced yet?"

"In a minute," she mumbled.

"Take your time," I gave her leeway to decide when she was convinced.

"Oh!"

She jumped and dropped her hands to her sides, and looked at me again with wide eyes.

I smiled at her before I spoke.

"What time would you like to eat?"

"Whenever, I think..." she mumbled.

I took her hand and started out of the closet.

"Let's go downstairs. Dinner can be ready in about fifteen minutes."

**

"Hannah had recovered sufficiently from feeling me up by the time we got to the kitchen, that she was back to her chipper self. The table was already set, and there was so little left to do that she just leaned against the refrigerator as we talked and laughed while I finished up our meal.

She seemed to enjoy dinner, and we continued to laugh and talk. I steered to conversation to sex as often as I could, mostly toward boys.

I wanted her to agree that she should give a penis a chance, so I tried my best to convince her that she was missing something until she experienced a good, hard dick inside her.

"Let's have your cake in the living room," I suggested in a lul in the conversation. I was mostly full anyway, but a few bites of cake wouldn't hurt me.

I wanted us to be more comfortable anyway, and that wasn't going to happen until we could relax on the sofa, and get out of these dresses.

It was only seven o'clock, so I still had plenty of time.

She agreed with a laugh as she stood up, then picked up her plate.

"I can get that...all of it. Tomorrow."

I assumed Hannah was as full as I was, so I cut each of us a small piece and put them on saucers before we went to the living room, holding hands.

It was way more comfortable on the sofa than in the dining room, and I didn't even bother with the fork I had brought to eat my cake with. I just picked it up in my fingers and took a bite.

Hannah laughed at me, but she already had her first bite on her fork, so she shoved it in her mouth and let the fork clatter half-way across the glass top of the coffee table.

I was still giggling when I took my second bite, and a glob of icing 'accidentally' fell off the cake and landed on my breast. I pretended not to notice.

"Oh, Eloise, you...here, let me..." Hannah murmured and leaned toward me, leading with her finger.

I pretended to be surprised and moved my cake and arm out of her way.

She lightly pressed her finger against my breast, just below the icing, and leaned further toward me until she scooped it up with her tongue.

"Mm, it's better this way than with cake," she murmured.

"Little bit more, hold on," she mumbled, then I felt her tongue against my breast and move in a circle, then slip under my dress and across my already stiff nipple.

I wasn't expecting that, and let a tiny moan escaped from my lips.

"I got it," Hannah announced then sat back up.

"You did," I groaned, then smiled at her.

I liked her initiative.

"Let's put on pj's on," I suggested. I was tired of the dresses already.

"I, um, didn't bring any." Hannah reminded me.

"What do you usually wear to bed?"

"A tee shirt and panties. Usually."

"What do you wear when it's not a tee shirt and panties?" I asked, honestly curious.

"A tee shirt, or not."

"OK," I nodded my agreement. "What's it going to be tonight then?"

"Hm, tee shirt and panties are fine. I might change my mind later though."

She seemed to have made up her mind where this was going. I didn't disagree with her, even knowing how a situation could be fluid.

"OK, then. Let's go find some tee shirts and panties to put on," I suggested as I lightly patted her bare leg.

We giggled most of the way up the stairs to my bedroom. I went straight to my tee shirt drawer and pulled out my two best, long tee shirts, then moved to my panty drawer and fished out a black pair and a red pair of silk, french-cut panties.

"What should I do with this," Hannah asked from behind me just as I got a hold of the second pair of panties.

I turned to find her holding her dress in her hand toward me, completely naked.

Her body was almost covered in light tan freckles. I was jealous. Speechlessly jealous. I had zero freckles, and hers were gorgeous.Even her tits and the inside of her thighs had freckles.

I didn't even try to hide my admiration as my eyes moved up her body and finally met her eyes. She was blushing, but only a little.

"Just put it on the shelf there," I answered her, pointing to a mostly empty shelf.

She found the spot and put her dress there, then moved toward me. I was still admiring her nakedness, tee shirts in one hand and panties in the other.

"Here, let me unzip you," she whispered in my ear as her arms reached around me, under my arms and found the zipper at the back of my neck.

Her tits were pushed into mine, through my dress, and she must have been standing between my feet. I could feel her hips brush against mine with each of her small movements as she pulled my zipper down my back.

I kissed her neck, then again, then moved up to kiss her jaw, her cheek and finally found her lips.

I had to take control and be the initiator. I needed to make her hear, and believe me, and by now, I had only an hour left.

She kissed me back as she pushed my dress off my shoulders and it fell in a puddle on the floor at my feet.

The tee shirts and panties landed almost on the dress. I'd put them away in the morning after she left.

It struck me as odd that I didn't need to point my face up to kiss her. I was used to that, but even most women are taller than me. Hannah wasn't, so that was one of the things, the many things, I liked about kissing her.

I backed out of the closet, leading Hannah by her lips. She followed willingly, her hands clutching my back as we moved slowly into my bedroom and toward my bed.

I led her past the foot of the bed, to the side, then leaned down and pulled the comforter back to expose the silk sheets underneath, then tossed, as much as I could, the comforter to the other side of the bed.

I left Hannah sitting on the side of the bed and crawled up beside her. She pulled my face to hers, and I continued to move toward the center of the bed while she pushed herself backward with her feet until she was completely on the bed and I stretched out half on the bed and half leaning on her body.

"Oh god, Eloise, I've wanted you for so long..." she moaned, sucking in air, trying to catch her breath just from our kissing.

"I know how you feel."

I started kissing her again, and she half rolled me off her so we were both on our side, facing each other.

"You've got the most fantastic body I've ever laid eyes on," she moaned, "or hands, or lips."

I just moaned my agreement as I kissed my way down her neck and chest until I found a nipple.

Her back arched off the bed and she groaned her desire into the darkness around us. The closet light was on, but the door was mostly closed. I'd change that situation when the time called for it.

She let me work on her tits and nipples, but whined a little when I left them and made my way back to kiss her lips some more.

It didn't take her long, with my gentle hints, to move from my mouth to my chest, and work her magic on my tits. She was good. I could only imagine how she'd do with a hard cock, but I'd guess she wouldn't have any complaints.

She has a golden tongue.

I glanced at the clock. It was time. I needed to convince her she was missing something, or it would be over, and I would lose the only, or at least the best opportunity I had, and I would fail.

I almost never failed, but I don't think I had come across a woman so aggressively into me. They were all into me, eventually anyway, but not like Hannah.

"Hannah...Hannah...wait. I need to catch my breath," I gasped.

"My god, you're amazing," I groaned when she laid back on the bed beside me. She was barely breathing hard, while I was gasping for breath.

My mind was racing. I needed to say something to start the conversation, but couldn't think of how to ease into it.

"Which do you like best?" Hannah asked, staring at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" I asked her in response to her question.

"Men or women. Which do you like best?"

I shook my head, but silently thanked her for bringing it up.

"Both. They're different. Every person is different, but men can scratch an itch that women can't, and vice versa."

"What about a dildo?" she asked and rolled over to face me.

"Those are a nice substitute, but nowhere near as good as the real thing, throbbing and pumping inside you, filling you with their thick, hot, cum. I can't even begin to describe it. You just need to experience it to know."

Hannah rolled back to stare at the ceiling. I hoped I didn't lose her.

"I just don't want to find a boyfriend I like, and like him well enough to know I want him inside me. It's too much work to risk not liking it afterwards, hurting him, hurting me. I'm just scared."

She was perfect. I may love her. She might hate me soon enough, but I don't think that would change the way I feel.

"What about a stranger? Somebody you don't know, and that you'll never see again."

"Would a stranger even be as good though?"

"He would, if he knew going in it was just about you, showing you the best of a man making love to you."

"Yeah, but I'm not a slut. I don't wanna be a slut, going around asking strangers to make love to me like they really love me. That's crazy."

"I know some men..." I whispered almost silently.

"Eloise! Seriously? I don't want to just fuck some random dude that's desperate enough to fuck anybody willing to let him do it. That's gross."

"I know some men that are fucking hot...I mean hot like fire. They're not desperate, they're picky..."

"Why would they agree to fuck me then?"

"They wouldn't fuck you. They'd make love to you. I'd make sure of that. They'd do it because I asked them to."

"Why don't you fuck them then for yourself? If they're such good catches."

She had a point, but she didn't understand me. She didn't know what I required. She didn't know I was going to fuck him anyway, but only because he fucked her.

"I can't just fuck anybody. The ones I have in mind, even being hunks any girl would die for, I'm just not into fucking them. I would though, if they fucked you like they mean it, I'd trade that for a night with me."

Hannah was silent, except for her elevated breathing. I hoped she was thinking about it, so I glanced at the clock.

I hoped she would decide soon. I didn't want to have to jump up the minute she said yes and run downstairs.

"You have somebody in mind?"

"Yes."

"You swear they're hot and will fuck me like they love me, not just a wham bam thank you ma'am?"

"I swear."

"OK..."

I didn't want her to say anything else for the next twelve minutes, so I kissed her while my hand made its way to her flooded pussy, and slipped a finger inside.

I hadn't touched her like that yet, but I wanted to distract her for a few minutes, until my doorbell rang.

The bell rang, and I sat straight up in bed, honestly startled.

Her hand in my pussy made me almost forget my plan.

"Fuck..." I groaned.

"Eloise...who's there?"

"What day is it?"

"Thursday, my birthday."

"Fuck...fuck..."

I moved to the side of the bed.

"I forgot, damn it. I'll take care of it. I'll be right back."

Contradictory with my words I didn't move.

"Who is it?"

Hannah, despite her obvious independence, was still easy to lead.

"A guy. A friend. I forgot he was coming over tonight. You made me forget he was coming over tonight."

"What's he want?"

"To talk. I like him, he's easy on the eyes. I don't want him, but he's a friend. I'll get rid of him, and be back in a minute."

This time I meant it and headed for the door, but stopped halfway there and turned back to Hannah on the bed.

She was gorgeous, and I had to think for a minute to remember what I was doing.

"What?" she broke the silence.

"He's one of them, Hannah," I whispered.

"What?" she hissed at me. "I'm...already? Can I think about it some more?"

"You know it's a good idea, and you agreed, and he's here, you're here, naked already, warmed up a little..."

"A lot," she interrupted.

"Yeah, whatever. Why wait? You can know tonight if I'm right about cocks in pussies."

She only thought for a few more seconds.

"OK, but I want the lights all the way off."

I already planned on that. It was necessary anyway.

"Be right back, babe."

I turned the closet light off on my way, and the room was totally black.

I had grabbed a robe as I turned the closet light off, and thrown it around myself on the way down, and half cinched the belt just as I reached for the doorknob.

"I thought you weren't home for a minute," Michael informed me as the door swung open.

I let the belt of my robe untie itself, with a little help, before he could get a good look at me around the door.

"Oh...you're not beating around the bushes are you," he told me while his eyes roamed up my uncovered legs and crotch, over my narrow landing strip of red just above my clit, then to my tits.

Fortunately one nipple had caught the rope and prevented it from covering that tit much.

"Hi, Michael. Um...well, this is a little embarrassing, but there's a friend here. She's upstairs and..." I started.
"She?"

"Yeah, she. She's upset. She's super cute, gorgeous really, but super shy. More than shy. She petrified of talking to strangers."

"OK, You want me to go and come back later, or another time?"

"No."

"Whatever. I get it," he said harshly.

"No, Michael. I don't want you to go."

"What then? Wait for you and her to finish whatever?" he asked with a small gesture to my open robe.

"No, Michael. She needs to get laid..."

"So carry on. Don't let me interrupt."

"She needs dick, Michael," I told him, exasperated.

Pretending to be, anyway.

He looked at me, disbelief obvious in his face.

"I swear, she's gorgeous, and my god, if I were a lesbian I'd be up there right now all over that body. She's way better looking than me..."

"Wait...you want me to fuck her?"

"No, I want you to make love to her, like you would a woman you're in love with, that you want forever. Can you make her believe she's worthy of a man's love and desire, and not just fuck her?"

"She's pretty?"

"Gorgeous."

"As long as she doesn't smell all funky, yeah, I can make love to her. And she can't just lay there either."

I hadn't thought of that as even a possibility. It was fine though. I was pretty sure she knew that wouldn't be good.

"She smells...like me. There are a couple other things though."

"Like what?"

Michael looked incredulous again.

"She's shy, I told you that. So, it's going to be pitch dark, at least until you're both done, completely. And no talking, again, until you're done. And..." I paused. This was maybe the hardest part. Or not.

"She wants me beside her as moral support. Like I said, she's..."

"Fine. I can do that. Plus, that hot bod of yours being there while I fuck another chick is kinda hot. I'm hard just thinking about it. Will you be naked?"

I had to fight to keep my eyes from rolling at him. I hoped he could pull this off.

"I'll be naked, and even though you've already agreed, I'm going to throw in a bonus. You can fuck me too, once she's as happy as you can make her."

"You mean tonight, or do I come back for that?"

The thought occurred to me that I really needed to find older people to fuck, but he's so hot, and so is Hannah.

"Tonight, or come back...or both."

"Sweet. I'm ready."

I glanced down and verified the voracity of his claim. He was very ready. I should have guessed from how hot Hannah is, that he'd come with the best option package too.

I led him by the hand up the stairs and to my bedroom door.

"No talking," I reminded him as I pulled his polo shirt over his head.

"Pants please. Get naked."

I was a little surprised that I needed to remind him of that part, but I hadn't actually made that stipulation already.

The clothes piled in my hallway upstairs reminded me, ever so slightly, of the clothes neatly folded, waiting for their owner, downstairs.

I let my robe slip from my shoulders to the floor at my feet, and started to turn to go in the room.

Michael grabbed my wrist and I turned back toward him.

I didn't really think about how tall he was until he bent down to kiss me.

I didn't care much how tall he was when he lifted me from the ground against his naked body then slowly slid me down, onto his hard shaft.

He missed, by just a little bit, but I adjusted him quickly with my hand and he slid inside me until I was completely filled with his penis.

"God," I groaned.

"Just a little 'don't forget about getting yours' reminder for when I'm finished making your girl the happiest girl in the world," he whispered in my ear before lifting me off his cock and putting me back on my feet.

Just that little taste left my knees weak and shaky. I knew Hannah was going to like this dick. Hopefully, she would thank me later.

I led Michael to the bed by the hand, then crawled across the foot, feeling around for Hannah's feet, then crawled up beside her.

"You're about to be a lucky girl, babe," I whispered almost silently into her ear.

I could feel the bed moving while he looked for Hannah, and figured out where all her parts were. She rolled onto her side, away from me and must have pulled him right against her.

I could hear the sound of their kissing, and it sounded delicious enough to make my mouth water. My hand found Hannah's hip and caressed it down, then up along her side. When I started back toward her hip, she almost jerked to grab me, then drew my hand to her breast.

I squeezed it between her tit and Michael's chest, and gently squeezed. Hannah's moan echoed in his mouth.

She wanted some attention paid to her tits, and he should be doing it, not me. I moved my hand from between them to the top of his head, and pushed down.

It didn't take him long to get it, and he moved down her body, kissing everything on his way.

He must have been doing it right. Hannah's moans grew louder, and she was arching her back off the bed like she had when I had played with her nipples.

I had my hand lightly on Hannah's belly, to let her know I was there, just in case she got nervous about anything, so I noticed when Michael headed south from her breasts. I hoped this was his own volition, and that he was looking forward to tasting her sweet pussy.

I just wished I could actually see something, but I didn't want to be in the way.

I decided to join in anyway, and leaned forward to kiss Hannah's lips.

She was breathing hard, but immediately returned my kisses with fervor.

"God...he's good..." she panted, barely a whisper.

Apparently, she was spot on with her assessment. Before I knew it, her body was bucking against the bed and she was squealing out her orgasm in the darkness.

When Hannah was finally still, except for her heavy breathing, I moved my mouth to her ear and licked it. It wasn't necessary, but I just wanted to.

"Hmm," she moaned.

"Put him in your mouth. You're gonna love that as much as I do," I breathed into her ear.

She nodded her head, and I felt her move against me, then Michael moved up her body and I could feel and hear their kisses again.

There were only a few seconds of kissing before Hannah moved into a sitting position, then lowered her head and body toward his feet.

I had to smile when Michael groaned loudly, followed quickly with a soft moan of her own. Soon her moan rose and fell, and I imagined it was in time with her strokes along his cock planted in her mouth.

I found her butt in the darkness, and slid my hand under and against her pussy. She was so wet, my fingers were immediately drench, and she squirmed against me.

I was almost mesmerized by the sounds and imaginations of the activities going on, that I almost didn't catch that Michaels moans were getting louder and faster.

I knew I had to act quickly, or Hannah would have a mouthful of cum instead of a pussy full.

I reached around her head and wrapped my hand around his shaft, and moved her mouth away from his belly until their union parted with a pop and a slurp.

I ran my hand quickly down his shaft, surprised at the distance I had to cover, then squeezed hard at the base.

Michael let out a loud groan, but I knew it was from frustration and not ejaculation. Hannah was whining in my ear, so I pushed her backwards onto the bed, and led Michael, by his throbbing cock, between her splayed legs.

I rubbed his cock against her pussy. He was still dripping with a mixture of his precum and Hannah's saliva, so it didn't take long to get his head good and slick, ready to pierce her inner sanctum.

I had to play it by feel, or course. It wasn't my hole, yet, that I was aiming him for, and it wasn't my dick, obviously, so it wasn't the easiest thing to do.

Finally I found where he needed to be, and pushed him forward with my fisted hand around him.

I felt his shaft bend a little, so I pushed harder, and he popped inside her, and Hannah yelped, then whimpered.

I was surprised. She said she'd never had a boyfriend, but I didn't really believe a girl could reach eighteen and never, ever fucked a boy. It didn't seem possible, but Michael had definitely just popped her cherry.

In the darkness, it felt like Michael was leaning on his arms, above Hannah, waiting for something, as I found her ear.

"That's over, babe. Sorry that hurt, but it's gonna be great now, I promise."

I felt Hannah nod her head and heard her almost silent whimper.

In the darkness, I felt Michael lower himself slowly until he seemed to be resting his body on Hannah. I hoped he wasn't going to crush her under his weight, but then I could hear them kissing, so I knew she was fine.

I slid my hand between them, and he started raising and lowering his hips, moving slowly in and out of her pussy. It didn't take me long to reach my goal, and I slid my second finger inside her, and my first and third fingers squeezed between the top of her thighs and Michaels had cock thrusting in and out of her tight, wet pussy.

Michaels cock is a lot longer than my second finger, so I had to find the right speed to match his thrusts, but soon we were in sync. I was moving in and out of her as he did, and the two fingers against his cock were squeezing as he thrust.

Some of my previous lovers, both men and women, had told me how amazing this felt, especially when I found her g spot to massage. I had found Hannah's and it was obvious how much she was enjoying herself.

Hannah was getting close, I could tell, but not so much Michael, so I reached around him with my free hand and squeezed his balls lightly.

He grunted and groaned, but I wasn't certain he was catching up with Hannah fast enough. She seemed to be nearing the finish like too fast.

I guessed that was better than the alternative, but an orgasm while being filled with cum was the best, and I wanted the best for her.

I moved my hand from his balls to meet my other hand. I was basically hugging Michaels thigh and ass. I didn't mind, he needed some goading.

My thumb and finger wrapped around his thickness on his out stroke, and squeezed a bit.

His body jerked and quivered, then picked up speed. His grunts were faster and louder, almost drowning out Hannah's quick little moans and half screams with each stroke.

I felt Hanna squeeze around the finger inside her, and my hands were suddenly drenched with liquid. I was almost disappointed that he hadn't caught up, but as he bottomed out inside her on that stroke, his body stiffened and I felt him jerk in my fingers, and he let out a yell.

I slowly withdrew my hands from between them, and wiped them on the sheets around me. Michaels grunts were dying out and Hannah's dainty little squeals followed suit.

I felt around until I found the headboard, then the reading lamp and switched it on.

Immediately there was a flurry of motion behind me, and a blood curdling scream.

I rolled my eyes. There was usually some kind of reaction, but not that.

Hannah's scream died out as she ran out of breath, but immediately after her gasp for air, it started again, so I turned and looked.

She was on her knees, with the covers clutched to her chest. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her eyes were wide with abject horror while she stared at Micheal.

His face was pretty blanched too, like he had seen a ghost.

When Hannah's second scream eventually petered out, she rolled off the bed, still clutching the covers tight in her hands, and dashed for the door. It didn't look like it even slowed her down when they popped from the corners where they were tucked in.

The door slammed behind her, and even on the carpeting, I could hear her heavy tread on the steps, then around the corner to the stairs to the garage.

The engine of her car revd, then the squeal of her tires on the concrete let me know she was definitely leaving.

I looked at Michael. He was now sitting on the side of the bed, naked, or course, with his back to me.

"Michael?"

"What," he growled. It wasn't even a question.

"Do you still want to fuck me tonight?"

He jumped up and turned to me. There was only fury in his eyes as he screamed at me.

"What have you done? What have you done to us?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked him calmly.

"You...you're all pretty and gorgeous on the outside, but that's just fucking skin deep!" he continued to scream.

"Why...why?" he screamed. He seemed to be pretty serious about it too.

"You tricked me into...that was my fucking sister, you bitch. I just fucked my twin sister and you're sitting there like it's normal!"

I saw him take the time to scoop up his pile of clothes in the hallway, so I assumed he wasn't as angry as he seemed, but I wasn't sure. Nobody else had ever reacted that way.

I got what I wanted, so I lay back on the bed and reached between my legs to relieve myself with the memory of Hannah and Michael, twins, fucking in my bed with my hands wrapped around his cock and inside her pussy.

That's as close as I'll get again to have my own brother inside me.

**

I turned my tablet off and put it face down on my lap.

"That was beautiful El. I loved it," Hannah whispered into my ear without moving her head from my shoulder.

I just nodded. It had been a long time since I had read that much out loud in one sitting.

"I wasn't that bad though, was I?" Hannah continued.

"No, Hannah, you weren't. She was nice, and made you seem almost calm compared to how you really acted," Michael said with a touch of sarcasm from the other side of me.

He was right though. I actually had to dodge a few projectiles she had launched at me before her exit.

"Whatever. I'm happy you did what you did now, so thanks, El. I love you."

"I love you too, Hannah, and I'm glad you saw the light, and that it only took sleeping with Michael overnight in the backseat of your car."

I'm glad he was able to find me. He's almost never that successful," Hannah laughed.

Hannah leaned over and stuck her tongue out at her twin brother, then stopped.

"Oh...Look at you, all hard and dripping. You liked her story. Wanna fuck your sister again?" she moaned.

"Hold on, Hannah," I interrupted her. "You just fucked him, it's my turn. Plus, you two are going away to college tomorrow."

"You mean moving into an apartment together cause we talked Dad into us doing that instead of the dorms cause it saves money," Michael put in his two cents.

"I'm gonna miss you two more than anybody else in the world," I moaned, on the verge of real tears.

"You mean besides your brother," Hannah whispered.

She was right.

**

This is really all there is to this story. There won't be more.