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My return home went smoothly. My family showed me around the house gingerly - as though they expected at any moment my memories would come flooding back by the sight this room or that.
It was a very nice house. Within its 2 stories it had 4 bedrooms, 3 1/2 bathrooms, living room, formal dining room, family room and breakfast nook off the kitchen, and an unfinished basement underneath. Besides the usual clutter and stowage the basement had a home gym, weight bench, treadmill and ski machine. Apparently my parents were into fitness (it showed) but the weights had been my father trying to beef up his son. It hadn't worked before, but I guessed he would soon be seeing some changes.
Our parent's bedroom was on the main floor and there were three bedrooms and a large common room upstairs.
A shared bathroom joined Sarah's and my bedrooms but it appeared that she was the only one who used it. Sarah, who told me I usually used the one in the hall, confirmed this assumption.
In front of the house was a good-sized yard with a large driveway leading into a 2 car attached garage. Nice neighborhood, full but with the houses far enough apart so no one felt squeezed in.
In back was a stone patio surrounding a large swimming pool. It had the typical curved slide and a diving board over the 12ft deep end. A propane grill and several pieces of lawn furniture occupied the larger part of the patio between the pool and the house.
My father ran a successful business but it had suffered lately, as he was distracted with concern for me. This weekend was a very important annual event pertaining to his business (no, I'm not going to tell you what business it was) being held in Las Vegas. Typically, Sam and Matty would attend this function together and then spend a week or so as 'their' time.
They weren't planning on going but I knew that would mean even more trouble for his business.
"C'mon dad," I pleaded, "I'm fine and Sarah can keep an eye on me."
"Yeah," Sarah joined in, "you guys haven't missed a year since Danny was twelve. We'll be fine. We always are."
Dad was visibly conflicted. After a long moment of reflection, "Maybe I could go Saturday morning and come right back Sunday afternoon." He turned to Matty, "you could stay here and I'll only be gone one night."
"Oh no," Sarah chimed in, "you guys need a break this year more than ever. Mom, you've hardly gotten any sleep at all this summer. You and dad haven't been out together in months. You guys really need this. The doctors gave Danny a clean bill of health and you better believe I will be watching him like a hawk. Any sign of a problem and he is on the way to the hospital and I am on the phone to you."
They were still hesitant. But Sarah was right, they really needed some time away, just the two of them. So... a little push here... a little suggestion there...
"Okay." They said almost in unison. Mom continued, " but if he even gets dizzy from sneezing too hard you had better be on the phone young lady."
"Don't worry, mom." Sarah said putting her right arm around my waist and looking up at me. "I almost lost my big brother once. I won't take any chances."
The next day they were on a plane. It wasn't really as easy as I made it sound, they really didn't want to go. But the stress of the last few months was taking a toll on their relationship and if Sam's business didn't get a boost soon he may not recover. This house had to have a hell of a big mortgage.
And, frankly, I felt guilty enough deceiving them as it was.
But I was still in a horny adolescent body. By the end of the second day I was about out of my mind. Sarah was fawning all over me and waiting on me hand and foot. Worst of all she had to hug me all the time. Don't get me wrong - the hugs were enjoyable. Too enjoyable. Sarah was getting more voluptuous by the minute (or so it seemed). My cock was rock hard almost all the time.
It was just after dinner. Sarah had ensured I was comfortable in the family room with the TV remote at hand and was making milkshakes for dessert. I was trying to decide whether I would jack off while my mental eye watched her in the shower or fuck her and take a chance that erasing her memory would be enough (I had found that memory erasure always left some residual so I had to replace the memory with something close to what really happened - such as with criminals and victims they just remembered a different person being involved). I am ashamed to say that the idea of having Sarah 'show her brother how much she loved him' was beginning to gain ground.
The doorbell rang and I heard the blender switch off. A few moments of hushed female voices and Sarah entered the family room with a beautiful blonde in tow. A few inches taller than Sarah at 5' she had c-cup tits under a short, tight t-shirt. Her belly button was pierced accenting her tiny waist and she was wearing hip-hugger jeans over a well-rounded ass. Long, thick silky blonde hair fell to mid waist framing blue eyes and delicate features.
"Danny," Sarah explained, "you don't remember her, but this is Melody. She's been my best friend forever, and, well, you knew her... before."
"Uhm... Hi." Melody said a bit uncomfortably, "I don't know what to say... Its... nice to meet you?"
I chuckled, "awkward, isn't it? For me too. It's weird, meeting folks I know for the first time. Don't worry about it. Its nice to meet you too, Melody."
Sarah laughed. "Sit down. I was just finishing up some shakes, I'll be right back."
Melody sat down and looked like she was trying to figure out how to say something. I, on the other hand, was trying to figure out how best to get into her nicely shaped jeans. So, being the nosey type, I sneaked a look inside her pretty head.
Turns out she and Sarah had been friends since they were toddlers. Neither of them could remember a time they weren't playing together. She lived a few blocks away. Her father had died when she was three but had provided well for her and her mother so they were able to continue living in the house. Her mother now worked as a night dispatcher for the Sheriff's department.
As Sarah and Melody grew in to beautiful young women they had managed the social climb together. She had never held any personal animosity towards me, in fact she had always liked me since I was her best friend's big brother and Sarah and I were pretty close. But, like Sarah, she had felt the pressure to target me from time to time. Right now she was remembering the three of us playing Monopoly in this very room when we were all still in elementary school. I sensed tremendous guilt within her and assumed that she was feeling the same remorse that Sarah had suffered.
Suddenly, she knew how she was going to make it up to me. (What, you think I had something to do with that?... well, maybe a little) Right about the same time I made sure that Sarah - on her way back into the family room - would be on board with Melody's plan. Then, I got out of it and waited to see what would happen.
As Sarah was handing out the shakes Melody took a deep breath and said, "I feel really bad about what happened, Danny." She turned to Sarah, "I need to apologize to you too, Sarah. This whole thing is sort of my fault."
Even a telepath can be taken by surprise. I wanted to hear more but Sarah's eyes began to narrow.
"Wait a minute," Sarah interrupted, "I just remembered, you went out with Tom too." She said, suspiciously, "it must have been... about two months before I did."
Melody looked at the carpet. "Yes."
"Don't tell me he did the same thing to you. Don't tell me you knew what he was like."
Melody looked up at Sarah, "Yes, I knew."
I felt a flash of rage come off of Sarah and it was just enough warning to make sure she stayed in her seat.
"You BITCH! Why didn't you warn me? You let me go out with that fucker and I was almost RAPED!"
"But Sarah... I didn't tell you because I was so ashamed... I didn't get away. I tried to stop them but couldn't. They held me down, made fun of me and even hit me. I was so scared and humiliated that I didn't tell anybody."
Sarah was hardly placated - she seemed to get even angrier.
"But when you heard I was going out with him why didn't you warn me then?"
"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know you were going out with him until the end of the day. I almost said something before we left school but was still too embarrassed. Later... I knew I had to tell you no matter what you would think of me. I called your house, but you had already left. And then... well it just seemed too late. The next day they were bragging... I figured they did it to you too and I didn't know what to do."
I wasn't reading Sarah at the time so I was a little surprised at how angry she was. This was her best friend, and, after all Sarah had gotten away from them.
"You were EMBARASSED? You almost got my brother killed! Was your fucking PRIDE worth his LIFE?"
Ah, that explained it.
"I'm sorry!" Cried Melody, on the verge of tears, "It all happened so fast. They were telling everyone all that bullshit. I was so confused. I thought about talking to you so we could go to the police together and maybe press charges or something. I would have too... I think... if it hadn't got out of hand so fast. Then Danny got beaten up... school was over... you were at the hospital all the time..."
Sarah wasn't really listening. She was still seeing red and blaming Melody for what had happened to me. If I wasn't mentally holding her back I'm pretty sure she would have physically attacked Melody by now. I had to intervene.
"Sarah," I said calmly but firmly, sending a mental command making sure she would take to heart what I was about to say, "Melody had no idea that I would go off half cocked and neither did you. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't your fault. Sure, if she had warned you, you wouldn't have gone out with him. If you hadn't fought hard enough, you would have been raped and they wouldn't have been running their mouths. If you hadn't told me what they were saying about you, I wouldn't have gone looking for them. If I hadn't been such an idiot I would grabbed a tire iron or something before going after them. But none of that was the case."
I got up and walked to Sarah, kneeling down to look her in the eye.
"Right now I think you are missing what's really important. Look, I'm okay now, you got away from them, and your reputation has even been salvaged. But more importantly, and listen to me here, you said you were 'almost' raped by those assholes. In case you missed it, Melody 'was' raped by those assholes. I think she needs a best friend about now."
Sarah looked from me to Melody. As my words sunk in her expression softened and slowly turned to anguish.
"Oh, God, Melody. I can be such a jerk." She got up and went to Melody and sat down next to her, putting her arm around her.
"I'm sorry, it just caught me by surprise is all. Whatever you need from me, just ask." Then they fell into a tear filled embrace, oblivious to me.
While Sarah was comforting Melody I decided to visit the little boys room. Coming back, I heard them talking and stopped in the hallway just out of sight.
"I don't want him to get hurt," Sarah was saying, "as far as I know he has never even been on a date, never mind a girlfriend or what you're talking about. I'm afraid you'll break his heart."
"I won't hurt him," Melody replied, "I promise. We had good times as kids. He has always been a good guy and real nice to me and I guess I forgot that until we almost lost him. If I can make amends to him by giving him a few thrills what will it hurt? It's not like I'm a virgin. I just have to make sure that the situation is made clear right from the start so that Danny doesn't misunderstand anything."
"So that I don't misunderstand what?" I said coming back into the room.
Both girls were rendered speechless for several moments. Melody looked from me to Sarah and back a few times and finally stayed on Sarah. She raised her eyebrows in askance.
Sarah studied her for a second or two and then.
"Danny," she said, turning to me, "Melody has something to say to you." Then she sat back.
I looked at Melody, admiring her silky blonde locks.
"I want to make amends for the way I treated you and I want to atone for my inaction that led to this whole fucked up situation."
She stood and walked over to me, wrapped her arms loosely around my waist and looked up into my eyes. Her pelvis pushed gently on mine and I had no doubt she felt the iron cock that appeared within seconds.
"I am going to let you do whatever you want with me. I am offering you my sexual services for the rest of the summer."
This, my friends, is why I leave the details to them. I was thinking of screwing her once or twice. Once with this beauty would have sufficed.
Sarah sat in stunned silence. She knew what was coming but I think the scope of Melody's offer took her by surprise.
Melody was waiting for my answer, a hint of desperation eyes. She felt this was the only way to assuage the guilt she felt.
I touched her mind and realized what the offer truly entailed. Her only sexual experience had been being raped by those two assholes. They hadn't been gentle and cared nothing for her feelings. As far as she knew that was what sex was like. And yet she was willing to go through it again and again in order to make amends.
I put my arms around her and said, "You have a deal. But only if you really mean it."
I felt relief coming from her. But it was colored by a touch of fear.
She tightened arms around me, but didn't take her eyes from mine.
"For you, Danny," she said softly, "I really mean it."
We tightened our embrace into a full-blown hug. Her tiny frame nestled against my body. I could feel her firm tits pressing into my lower chest. Her neck bent just slightly to rest her head against my shoulder.
We held each other for a long moment.
She obviously could still feel my erection pressing against her and she gave it a little bump with her pelvis. Grinning up at me she said, "So do you want to start now?"
She expected that once she made the offer I would throw her to the ground, rip off her clothes and viciously pummel her defenseless pussy with my raging hard-on.
She would have to learn that sex was not like that.
"Not right now." I said, looking over at Sarah, "I believe right now we have some delicious milk shakes prepared by my lovely sister and they are melting away as we speak."
Both girls laughed at that.
"You're an idiot, you know that." Sarah chuckled. But I could tell she was relieved. She didn't feel much like being alone.
We took our seats and began working on our shakes, reminiscing (well, they were) about when we were little kids together and having lots of laughs doing it. I again felt guilty for my deceit but then realized what it would have meant had 'Danny' not survived. Sarah would have been a total wreck and if she had not killed herself by now, who knows how she would have reacted to Melody's revelations. If Sarah had killed herself, how would Melody have dealt with the guilt she felt over not warning Sarah? She would have felt responsible for two deaths. Either way they would definitely not be sitting around laughing at each other right now.
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= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any...
How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets – even ghosts – in your family history? And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square,...
HistoricalHow do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets – even ghosts – in your family history? And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square,...
HistoricalLooking at the wedding invitation in his hands from his frat brother, Tyrone Milton let his thoughts drift back to the end of his junior year in college. The invitation came from Brad Wilton, the frat brother who had beaten him out of the coveted office of president of the fraternity for their senior year of college. He began to fume as he tossed the invitation off to the side of his desk. "That fucker! I owe him one!" he muttered loudly. The fraternity that Tyrone and Brad Wilson had joined,...
Katie Jackson counted out loud as she crunched her stomach, “49,” as she exhaled and laid back onto the floor only to return as she strained her tight stomach, “50.” She breathed heavily as sweat ran down her face. She breathed deeply again and exhaled past her lips. She glanced at the clock on the wall and knew she needed to get ready to go downtown. As with her workouts recently she ultimately ended up unbelievably horny. She had used her sex toys nonstop in hopes of supressing her desires....
Before Homer by Tigger (c) 1997 It was dark in the old man's library sanctum, but then, it always was when the young man did his secret research. He had waited until the old man had taken to his bed chamber, and then waited some more for the drugged wine to take effect. The last thing he wanted was for the old man to catch him poring over the ancient tomes in the old man's library - tomes that had been old when Atlantis had sunk beneath the bright blue waters of the...
“That’s crazy. Let’s just stay watch the game. We’re going to get caught.” “No, we’re not. And even if we are, what are they going to do? It’s about two years too late to expel us. And it’s not like they’re not going to call the cops. After all we’re alums. Potential donors.” Clara was right, although that attitude came naturally to her. Although she came from an enormously wealthy family, she was not in the least snobby or stuck up. It was impossible, however, for her to be unaware of how her...
Horny. Unbelievably horny is how she felt as Katherine Jackson sat at the table with the other members of Mothers against Drunk Drivers. The meeting had gone on longer than expected as she looked at the darkness outside. She had texted Mrs. Lee to stay with her children until she finished. They had been such good neighbors since Fred was away by helping out with their children or tending to the lawn. However her libido was killing her. She had avoided seeing Tommy for the past few weeks. She...
We topped off on fuel and made our regular pit stop at a truck stop just outside of Highland Bluff. Since we had decided that whenever we stopped one of us would always be on guard I too first watch while I fueled the truck. All three girls ran for the restroom as soon as we stopped. They really had to go bad. Cheryl grabbed some chips and beef jerky when she was finished in the restroom. Michelle went to the beverage area after she came out of the restroom. She picked up some Pepsi for...
This is a true account recording of an event I experienced as a girl during my student years in Newcastle England. At Uni first year, like most foreign students live in Halls, but unfortunate for myself, as a late starter was boarded in a flat, the upper attic, in a house across the river in Danmark street, Gateshead. Being a Scandinavian girl with all the typical traits associated to females of that origin, I did stand out somewhat, in a very grey looking place, habituated by equally grey...
Sorry if the title is misleading, but young sex and i****tuous sex are the turn-ons for girls like myself and horny guys wanting a dirty female for fun. Of course as a girl on the legal limit, getting a man inside you is just a nod or a wink away. Drinking from a beer bottle and noticing a guy eyeing you, is fun when you give the bottle an extra push into your mouth and withdraw it with a lip sucking extraction, slow and deliberate, to get the message across that this could be your cock and...
Sorry if the title is misleading, but young sex and i****tuous sex are the turn-ons for girls like myself and horny guys wanting a dirty female for fun.Of course as a girl on the legal limit, getting a man inside you is just a nod or a wink away.Drinking from a beer bottle and noticing a guy eyeing you, is fun when you give the bottle an extra push into your mouth and withdraw it with a lip sucking extraction, slow and deliberate, to get the message across that this could be your cock and what...
This is a true account recording of an event I experienced as a girl during my student years in Newcastle England.At Uni first year, like most foreign students live in Halls, but unfortunate for myself, as a late starter was boarded in a flat, the upper attic, in a house across the river in Danmark street, Gateshead.Being a Scandinavian girl with all the typical traits associated to females of that origin, I did stand out somewhat, in a very grey looking place, habituated by equally grey...
We fade in on our regular set – the rusty old bedstead, with the ratty stained mattress, set on a concrete floor in the middle of a dark studio, harshly lit from above by a single spotlight. The bed looks a little different to previous times we’ve seen it, because one end (the foot-end), and its legs, have been removed, leaving a sloping bedframe and mattress. There’s no explanation for the missing ‘footer’ from the bed. There’s a brief pause – then we hear footsteps approaching. Heels...
This week’s show begins with that same old rusty bedstead, and that same old dirty mattress. Pausing to take in the magnificent filthiness of it, then pulling back to reveal the bare concrete floor around it, and to take in the harsh lighting. And then we hear our guest of the week approaching, quick little footsteps ... Light clicks on the studio floor. We pan round to see what we’ve got this week and see a slight, pale, small-boobed lady walking in quick, short strides ... She’s not is a...
We start this week’s show with establishing shots of a large allotment on a sunny day – lots of small gardens sectioned off from one another, middle aged men avoiding their families – growing flowers, vegetables, or just hiding in garden sheds – and then we’re looking at a large blue-grey Weimaraner ... Watching for a moment as he sniffs around the corner of a garden shed, then turns, cocks his leg, and pisses on it... And then, stepping out from behind the shed, catching a little of that...
It's 06:00 hours and I couldn't sleep again last night. Six months since my pet Ocempa Kes left the ship and I still haven't found a new plaything. Used to be I'd take the day's frustrations out on Kes, abusing and perverting her young supple body and then sleep like a baby. Now I can't sleep. I step into the sonic shower and close my eyes. I run my hands over my ridges, then down my face and neck to my breast. My nipples need no encouragement they were already rock hard. I slide my hands down...
My neighbour was looking for a cleaner over the summer while she worked away and, being young, around eighteen, I jumped at the opportunity to help. I needed a job to help fund me through college and this seemed like a convenient option, being that I lived right next door.On my first day, I arrived early in some baggy jeans and an old sweater, my neighbour Carla, showed where everything was, handed me a list of chores and waved goodbye as she left for work. I got started cleaning the bathrooms...
Quickie Sexby BrettJ © 2010 Timothy Tate was waiting impatiently at the airport for his daughter’s plane to arrive. He was feeling mixed emotions about seeing her again. Eagerness to see Tanya, happiness about her moving back home and anger over the circumstances that had led to her return. Tanya had moved to California with her fianc? years ago, over her parent’s strenuous objections. Neither Timothy nor his wife Aneta had liked Carlos very much. Their daughter Paris put it succinctly. “He’s...
Most college students go home every chance they get. They long for the comfort of home, the home cooked meals, and the memories of good times. Me on the other hand, I would prefer my college life in sunny Florida over a week spent in South Carolina during Christmas. I have no reason to go home. There is nothing there for me anymore. There is a reason I left my home in the first place. As much as I hated to go home for the holidays, my parents made a good point. If I didn’t spend my Christmas...
1993-94: Homeback Confidential Not much sex in the first part of this story. Much more feelings than fuckings, as this is an account of my return home after Operation ‘Restore Hope’ in Somalia. It was the moment in which I experienced the strongest feelings ever, the real turning point in my life. The story starts in October 1993 in the burning desert of central Somalia, and ends after New Years Eve in the cold and wet Dutch winter. We were close to the end of our turn of Mission. 76th Mech...
It was a hot day, and the opening day for my brother’s baseball league. Just what I enjoy more, on hot sunny days is watching baseball. All the players are in there tight pants, with tall athletic tan bodies. Not a single one of the players are ugly on my brothers team but one player stood out to me. Like any other normal hot day I wore tiny tight shorts and a tank top, hoping to get a little color early this year. I was sitting in my chair relaxing watching the game when I noticed one of the...