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When Hans pulled the limo up in front of the circular driveway, Emily and Brenda stepped out of the back of it, wearing identical skirts and blouses. Even their shoes were matched. It was only ten minutes before dinner time when they finally arrived at my house. It has always been hard for me to explain the sense of awe that would strike me each time I saw Brenda again. Her looks were absolutely stunning, but for me it was a quality she had that was more than looks. I've only seen the same effect on people when they were seeing a large tiger or a panther for the first time. The animals look so sleek, powerful, and healthy, that you are almost forced to stand there, looking at them in amazement. Brenda was like that for me. She seemed so healthy and vital. Just watching her do something as ordinary as walking, was a visual treat I couldn't seem to get enough of.
Seeing me coming out the front door towards them, both girls stopped walking. They posed in their identical costumes, waiting for me to come to them.
"Kenny, Emily told me what happened in the limo, right after you dropped me off. She says you practically attacked her. What do you have to say for yourself?" Brenda was trying to appear upset with me, but her smile wouldn't permit her to carry it off.
"That isn't true. It's more like she kept moving closer to me. I only kissed her finally, to keep her from crawling up all over me. Ask her who it was that put my hand on her pussy, because it sure wasn't me who did that. I only decided to lick her because her pussy felt so hot to the touch. I was afraid it might catch on fire if I didn't wet it down. I needn't have worried about it though, because she had already wet it down herself, pretty good." Emily and Brenda were giggling, and Emily tried to slap Brenda's arm away, when Brenda reached out to tickle her.
"I thought it must have been something like that." Brenda reached over and pulled me closer to her for a kiss. After we finished the kiss, Brenda told me that Emily had attacked her in the limo too, so she believed me. "I think she just gets hot riding in Limos."
"Don't say that too loud, or Hans might start coming by her house, to see if she wants to go for a ride with him." I knew Hans could hear me when I said it. Brenda laughed, but Emily just looked over at Hans. I saw Hans turn his face away, and he looked like his face was turning red when he did it. "Be careful, Hans, I think she's interested in you too." The three of us went in the house while Hans pulled the limo back towards the garage.
Dinner was lively. All four of the girls were talking about clothes and shopping. Dad had already told Mama all about his day, when they were in the library before dinner. He looked a little frustrated sitting at the head of the table, unable to take part in the dinner conversation. Brenda was seated at my right, and Emily was to her right. Jane and Grace were sitting opposite them, with Grace closest to my Dad. Jane was having difficulty finding a place to look. She was obviously trying not to look at Brenda, but Grace wasn't making it any easier for her, engaging Brenda and Emily in conversation, and asking Jane to describe this or that to Brenda or Emily. Grace was teasing Jane.
We had been seated for about ten minutes when Mama excused herself from the table, saying she had gotten too much sun out at the construction site, and needed to lay down in the dark, to try to get rid of her headache. Dad and I had both gotten to our feet when Mama stood up. He and I both looked at each other, fearing what her announcement portended. After Mama was gone, the table talk quieted down. I wasn't certain how much Jane and Grace had been told about Mama's condition, but I knew Brenda's parents were somewhat aware of Mama's depressions. If Emily knew anything, it was because Brenda had told her about it. After dinner, Brenda, Emily and I went up to my bedroom. In the top drawer of my large clothes dresser, Hans or Gerta had placed a box containing thirty six rubbers, right in the front. I had seen them after my shower, and wondered how long all those rubbers were going to last me.
Once we were in my room, I locked my door. It wasn't a dead bolt like I'd had in my old room, but I didn't really think anyone was going to try to gain entry without knocking first anyway. I used the restroom, and when I came back out, Brenda was on the bed, with Emily pinned beneath her. It looked like Brenda was tickling her, both of them were laughing, with Emily trying to push Brenda off of her.
"Come help me, Kenny! Hold her arms." I walked over to the bed, stopping near the headboard, noticing for the first time that Emily's blouse had been unbuttoned. She was wearing a thin, white lace bra underneath, and I could make out a dark shadow pressing forth against the stretched fabric, where her nipples and Areolas were visible.
"What are you doing? Why is her shirt unbuttoned?" I was watching closely, as Emily, seeing me staring at her bra, had redoubled her resistance and was thrashing all around. My question seemed to spur her on to making even more of an effort to throw Brenda off of her.
"Help me, Kenny, and I'll let you watch us. Emily's just playing hard to get. I told her I'd get back at her for attacking me in the limo."
"Watch you do what? Are you going to lick her pussy?" As soon as I said that, both girls ceased their struggles, and stared up at me. From the way they looked at me, I knew I'd been too blunt. "Sorry. I was just wondering what you were planning on doing."
"I don't do that to her, Kenny. Is that what you thought?" Brenda had released Emily, and was getting up off the bed. Emily looked stricken by Brenda's words.
"What do you mean? You told me that you two played. I thought that was what you meant, sex play." I didn't understand Brenda's reaction. I watched her, and I could easily see that she was mad, really mad. I wasn't sure why what I'd said had caused it, and I was going to be quiet until she cleared things up for me. In the meantime, Emily had started crying, turning over on her side, and facing away from us.
"Emily does it to me. She likes doing it. I let her. I thought you understood that." Brenda was moving all around me as she spoke, waving her arms for emphasis and gesturing at Emily when she spoke her name, as if to identify to me who she was talking about.
"You have her do you, but you don't do her too?" I already knew that Brenda had different ideas about what was right and fair in the way she divided up her responsibilities and those of the people who interacted with her. I couldn't believe she thought what she described was equitable though. Even Brenda had to realize that was simply taking advantage of and using Emily. Why did Emily allow that?
"I'm not the one who likes doing lesbian things, she is. It's just playing, and it makes her happy, and it feels all right for me. I didn't ask her to do it, she asked me if she could. I wouldn't have done that with her, not if she wanted me to do it back to her." Brenda must have correctly interpreted my expression. She had moved quickly, from anger, to making defensive explanations, trying to justify to me what had taken place between Emily and her.
"You do something to her too though, right?" Brenda nodded that she did.
"I touch her, and we kiss sometimes. I've rubbed her on her kitty before. I don't lick her though, because I've never wanted to. It would be different if I was like her, and wanted to do it." I didn't know what to say. Emily had already been humiliated by what Brenda had said to me. If I spoke about it anymore, it would almost surely make her more uncomfortable. I had to say something though. Emily was my invited guest too.
"Brenda, do you remember that time in the trees, when I first put my finger in your pussy? I made sure you saw me putting that finger in my mouth. I said you tasted good, and that I wanted to taste you some more. You do taste good, and I like licking you whenever you let me. Emily tastes just as good as you do, and I love licking her pussy too. You know how much you like being licked, and you've seen how Emily responds when I'm licking her. I don't understand why you wouldn't want to give her the same pleasure she gives you?"
"She likes it. She wouldn't do it to me if she didn't. If you want me to, I'll stop letting her do it. I don't want you getting mad at me, but I don't want to do that to her."
"Emily, what do you think?" She had stopped crying, and was obviously following our conversation, even though she was still turned away from us. I saw her back tense up when I said her name.
"I want to go home. I knew it was a mistake for me to come here tonight. We were having a good time, Kenny, before you had to say something to spoil everything. I told you it wasn't any of your business what Brenda and I do. Why are you so curious?"
"I'm sorry. I guess you're right, and it isn't any of my business. It just didn't seem right to me. I think Brenda's the one missing out though. I'd be licking your pussy, every single chance you gave me, if I was her."
"Are you going to take me home, or do I have to walk?" Emily had gotten up off the bed, heading for my door. I started after her, catching up just as she tried opening the door. I reached over and unlocked the door with a twist of my wrist, then opened it up for her. I followed her down the stairs, and out the front door. I stayed right behind her, as she walked past the fountain, and started down the driveway. When I pulled even, and reached for her hand, she pulled it away from me. She didn't slow her stride though.
"Emily, I hate to tell you this, but you're playing right into Brenda's hands by running away like this. She was looking for something like this to separate us. She wants both of us competing for her. If we are together like we were, it's easier to see what she's doing." Emily slowed down when I stopped speaking. She didn't stop, but she slowed down to a normal walking pace. I saw her look back, over her shoulder, to see if Brenda was coming after us. "She'll stay in my bedroom, pretending it's hers. Right now she's probably wondering what to do with all my things after she gets them out of her closet." That got me a little smile, and a slight nod of agreement. "If you love her, you should try to help me change her, so she can love you back. She's been taught that she needs to be like she is, if she wants to realize all her ambitions. Every time these stunts of hers work, it just reinforces that way of acting for her. She isn't going to quit doing something if it keeps on working for her."
"That might work for you, but it wouldn't work for me. She loves you. She's right, it's me that wants to do all those things with her. She just lets me do them because she likes me, as a friend."
"Think about what you're saying, Emily. Does that really sound like Brenda? When was the last time you saw her doing anything unless there was something in it for her? Her mother is the same way, and she's the one teaching Brenda. If Brenda treats you good, it's because she wants something from you. If she didn't, she wouldn't be hanging around you. When you give her what she wants, and don't demand anything in return, she keeps taking advantage. She'll do that, until you stand up to her, and then she'll be the one to back down."
"She isn't like that with me. You heard her, she said she'd stop doing things with me. She's told me that before, anytime I wasn't willing to do what she wants me to do."
"Brenda loves all kinds of sex playing. She loves having her pussy licked. She loves it the same way you do. The big difference is, she's got you convinced she only does it as a favor to you. Brenda always needs to be the one in control, even when it comes to getting pleasure. It probably makes it better for her, knowing that she can get you to lick her, and she doesn't have to return the favor."
"Why are you always saying such mean things about her? She treats you a lot nicer than you treat her. She does almost anything you tell her to."
"We've been fighting for almost a year. I have lots of things she really wants. She found out she can't get any of them, not by treating me like she treats you, so she's had to change her tactics. I'm trying to show Brenda ways to have what she wants, but without having to always be taking advantage of people to do it. She's pretty ruthless, and she's stubborn too. She keeps coming back to me, because, to her, I'm the answer to her realizing all of her dreams, and her mother's dreams for her. For some reason, my mother is in on it with them. She keeps trying to throw Brenda and me back together."
"Wouldn't it be easier for you if I wasn't in the middle of everything right now?"
"I thought that too, until I realized you and I were on the same side, both trying to find a way to get along with Brenda. Before, I wanted to use you, to make Brenda worried that I might like you better than I liked her. I hoped to be able to force her to act nicer to me, because she'd be afraid I'd like you better than her, if she didn't. Instead, she found a way to get you more excited about her than you were about me."
"She didn't have to find a way, I already was, and I'm pretty sure she knew that a long time before she even met you. I've had a crush on her for a long time."
"Let's admit you're right. The important thing is, when Brenda had a reason to want you out of competition with her, she found a way to make it happen. She gave you something you really wanted, so you'd help her get what she wanted, which was you out of the way."
"If that's true, why is she pushing me back into the picture with you now?"
"She needed you to help her, to lie for her, and then, as bait, to make sure I had enough reason to want to be around her again. It doesn't matter why, anyway. What matters is whether you're happy with letting Brenda feed you these little crumbs? If you are, then go home now, and she'll be back being friends with you again, the next time I do something to push her away from me. I'm telling you though, if you want an honest relationship with Brenda, with both of you being equals, you should come back to my bedroom with me. The more you stand up to her, the more you'll find out how important you are to her. You have to teach her to be as nice to you as you are to her. I'll help you, because the nicer she is to you, the easier it will be for her to start being nicer to everyone else."
"You just want to watch us doing things, and you also want to put your dick in me." Emily was a naturally suspicious person.
"I do. I'm pretty sure you're getting closer to being curious enough to want to know for yourself how my dick would feel in your pussy. I wouldn't force you to do that though. I probably am going to make Brenda lick your pussy though, if you do decide to come back with me. I'd be very surprised if, after she tastes your pussy, it turned out she doesn't really like it. Brenda likes almost everything about sex. When she gets hot, she doesn't think, she just feels."
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