Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: N/A
Bobby had me facing the street while he stood behind me. He stood so close that I could feel a lump in the front of his shorts pressing up against my butt. Now, I know I'd never had sex, but I certainly knew what that lump was about. We had sex education in health class and, even if it was mostly Catholic “Don't do it,” they did teach you the basics. Also, I'd seen Michelangelo's David, so I knew full well what it was that Bobby was pressing against me.
Bobby urged me forward until I was again in the light from the street, even though we were still between the houses. “You've been a good girl again today, Leah,” he whispered into my ear. “Good girls get to cum. You know that, right?”
I was still breathing hard and I didn't really know what I should say, so I just nodded.
“Do you want to cum Leah?”
I nodded again only this time I managed a “Yes.”
“Good girl! I'm gonna help you cum Leah. You're gonna cum real hard, OK?”
By this time I realized how excited I'd become. The slight breeze in the driveway made me aware of the dampness between my legs, the stiffening of my nipples. I didn't know what he was going to do to help me, but I wanted to cum hard so I nodded again. Just then a car flashed past and I tried to back up out of the light but Bobby held me there, exposed.
“You're OK, Leah,” he whispered again. “Now, we don't want you to scream like you did the other day, so I have some things to help you behave while you cum, OK?”
By now all this running around naked and all the talking about my potential cuming had my sexual tension built up so high that I readily agreed, “Just let me cum, please.”
I started to reach to touch myself but Bobby caught my wrist. “No, Leah. Bad girl. I didn't say touch.”
He took my wrist and brought it behind my back, snapping something around it. Then he brought my other wrist around and did the same. Handcuffs! He had me handcuffed!
“Now,” he said, “To keep you from being too noisy.” He put a ball of some kind in my mouth. It was knotted inside a scarf and he tied the ends of the scarf behind my head. I was now gagged too.
Bobby grabbed the handcuffs in his right hand and forced my arms up to waist level, making me stand straighter and thrusting my breasts out toward the street. Still behind me, he pressed himself against me again, shoving me forward maybe another half a step. I could feel that lump in his shorts again, only it felt firmer now, poking into my left butt cheek as he stood slightly to that side.
“Do you still want to cum, Leah?” he whispered into my left ear. At the same time, he reached around with his left hand and cupped my left breast, his thumb finding the nipple and flicking over it.
I jerked at the touch. All he'd really done since that first night was just look at me, and his touch now sent an electric like spark through me. I moaned around the gag and he tightened his grip on the handcuffs, quieting me.
“I asked if you still wanted to cum, Leah.”
I nodded, trying not to groan.
He shifted a little to his right, letting go of the cuffs and putting his right hand around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. The lump, definitely bigger and harder now, pressed between my ass cheeks, and I wondered what it would feel like if he took his shorts off. I found myself thinking about what my brother's naked penis would feel like, pressed against my naked butt but I quickly pushed that thought away.
His left hand continued to play with my breast, squeezing, tugging on the now rock hard nipple. His right hand didn't stay at my waist long, sliding down over my belly till it went between my legs. He cupped my pussy and I could feel my wetness against his palm. He groaned now and I could feel a throb from his penis.
“Feel my cock against you Leah?”
I nodded again while his hand gently rubbed my pussy, still covering the whole thing. He said, “I've picked out a word for you, Leah. A word you're going to learn to cum to when you hear it. Every time you cum from now on, I'm going to whisper that word to you, and just like Pavlov's dogs learned to salivate when they heard the bell, you're going to learn to cum when you hear it.”
God! I didn't care about that stuff now! My brother was feeling me up in our driveway, practically fucking me in our driveway! I didn't care about any old word, I just wanted to cum!
At last he began to move his hand, the big middle finger rubbing along my slit while his other fingers stroked my lips. His fingertip pressed between my lips, picking up my moisture, then slid up to my clit.
“You're so wet Lee! You want to cum so much, don't you?”
I nodded again, biting down on the gag. I didn't know where he learned it, but he knew how to touch a girl. He didn't just attack my clit, but teased it, not directly touching, but fingers alongside it, using the hood to stimulate it until it, and I, were begging for more.
He could sense it too, sense when I was ready. I could feel him rubbing himself against my butt when he finally gave my clit that final touch, the one that sent me over the edge and I was cuming!
“Whillikers!” he whispered into my ear as my hips were jerking against his hand in front and his hard penis behind. I was trying to scream through the gag as I came as hard as he had promised. My legs turned to jelly and his left arm had to hold me up while I spasmed against his right hand.
Suddenly I realized I could feel wetness in the front of his shorts and I realized he had cum too! I could still feel his penis throbbing between the cheeks of my butt as he again cupped his hand over my pussy, just holding it there.
We stood like that for awhile, both of us panting. He took his wet fingers and anointed my right nipple with my juices, then I could hear him sucking on his fingers. “Mmm, Leah. You taste so good! I'm gonna have to taste that from the source one day soon but we have to get you back into bed now.”
He removed the gag and the handcuffs, turned me around and kissed me on the mouth. There wasn't anything brotherly about the kiss as he forced his tongue into my mouth and I readily accepted it, sucking on it, tasting myself from when he sucked on his fingers. He gave me a little slap on the butt, “Enough! Get up to bed.”
He didn't give me back my clothes so I had to sneak back up to my room naked, where I was asleep in moments. Whillikers? Jesus! In fact, Holy Shit! I wasn't even sure if I could call myself a virgin anymore. Did I just have sex with my brother?
I felt very strange the next morning. So much had happened. Like I said, I wasn't sure if I could still say I was a virgin anymore. Technically I guess I was. I mean, he hadn't penetrated me, just used his fingers on my clit.
That in itself was strange. It was the first time I had ever cum from someone else touching me, instead of myself. And he had cum too, at least I was pretty sure that's what that wet spot on the front of his shorts had meant. So I still wasn't sure If I could still call myself a virgin.
It was also the first time I'd ever been kissed like that. I'd had a few pecks maybe, on some of the rare dates I'd been allowed on, but nothing like what Bobby's tongue had done to my mouth.
The really strange and bad part was I woke up wanting more, especially the kissing part.
My mom worked sometimes at my dad's office, especially during the school year but sometimes other days and this was one of them. There were only two days of summer vacation left now and David, Jacob and Pauline were up early and already out to play.
I was alone in the kitchen in a kind of daze when Bobby came down and grunted something. He poured himself a cup of stale coffee from the pot mom had left over from breakfast and sat down at the table with me. He didn't speak for several minutes, then he said, “You OK?”
After a few more minutes he said, “Um, I still need to get those book reports....”
“I'll finish them today.”
“Thanks. Uh, I'm meeting the guys for some practice. See ya later.”
He got up and put his cup in the sink and left.
The next few days not much happened. I finished Bobby's summer reading assignments and he pretty much left me alone. Thursday we started school. Bobby and me had only a short day though with like ten minute periods for orientation. Friday was the first full day of school.
We didn't have to start wearing uniforms till after Labor Day and we were allowed to wear walking shorts as long as they came down to our knees, so not wearing underwear wasn't much of a factor yet.
Near the end of the day on Friday Karen saw me in the hallway and offered to give me a ride home from school so after the final bell I went to meet her in the student parking lot. Bobby was waiting by her car when I got there. “Karen's gonna come over for awhile,” he said.
Mom and dad didn't want anyone over without us asking first but I figured Bobby was gonna do what he wanted anyway, so I didn't comment. When Karen got there, he got in the front seat with her and I had to ride in the back. When she was pulling out of the lot Karen said, “The coach said if Bobby gets his grades up, he can play football next year, so I'm gonna help him study.”
Really? If Bobby wanted help with studying, I was a much better choice than her. She wasn't a dummy, but she wasn't a valedictorian candidate either. Again I decided any comments would be useless, so I just said, “That's nice.”
I kept quiet for the rest of the short ride while Bobby poked at Karen and she slapped at him, although she was smiling the whole time. When we got home they both went up to Bobby's room while I stayed in the living room and wondered what they were up to. The other kids stayed in after care when mom worked with dad, so they wouldn't be home till about 5:30.
Sometimes mom left me instructions to start something for dinner but she hadn't said anything today, so I just kind of stayed downstairs and fidgeted. Somehow I didn't like the fact that Karen and Bobby were alone upstairs but I didn't know why. I kept wondering what they were doing upstairs but I knew better than to interrupt.
As it started to get closer to the time for mom and dad to be home I started to get nervous. What if Karen was still up there when they got home? Just as I was starting up the stairs to try and do something about it, I heard Bobby's door open and Karen came hurrying down. She went straight past me, saying “Bye sweetie! I'll call ya later!”
Sweetie? She never called me anything like that before. I was still standing there at the bottom of the stairs when Bobby came down, twirling a tiny, light red, not-quite-pink piece of cloth on his finger. He tossed it at me and I caught it.
When I saw that it was a pair of panties I started to drop them, but then I remembered mom and dad would be coming in the door any minute and I sure didn't want them finding girl's panties on the stairs so I just stared at them. Bobby went and looked out the front door as Karen drove away.
“There's a girl who knows what she wants,” he said, “And what she wants, is cock.”
I know I told you I'm really smart, but I must be pretty dense sometimes too, because it wasn't until he said that that I realized what they had been doing. Until then I thought they were upstairs concocting some kind of scheme or something, now I realized they were fucking! I also realized that why I didn't like it when they were upstairs alone was because I was jealous!
“You fucked her?” I yelled.
Bobby shushed me, pointing out the door where I could see our van pulling into the drive.
“What will mom say about that?” I continued, only slightly less loudly than before.
“Well, I wasn't planning on telling her about it, were you?”
Well I probably wasn't going to tell her either, I guessed. I stuffed Karen's panties into my pocket just as the rest of the family was coming in the front door. I saw why I didn't have any instructions for dinner. The church, which was where the grade school was, had a Friday fish fry and like last year, my parents brought home take out dinners.
Jacob was carrying two bags and marched straight into the kitchen while mom said, “Let's all eat while it's still warm,” so we all sat down to eat. Bobby refused to eat fish, so he had mac and cheese while the rest of us got some kind of generic breaded fish and mac and cheese as a side.
“So how was the future valedictorian's first day of school?” my dad asked me.
“Um, it was fine.”
“Did you get all those honors classes you wanted?”
“Did Bobby behave for you after school?”
Bobby? Behave for me? I glanced at him while saying, “Yes mom.”
“I stayed up in my room till just before you got home so we wouldn't fight like last year,” Bobby interjected, his mouth full of half chewed macaroni.
“Don't talk with your mouth full,” Pauline told him and he stuck his tongue out at her.
“Alright, that's enough,” dad said, “Just eat,” so we finished eating in silence.
There wasn't much to clean up and mom had evidently assigned that task to Pauline so I went up to my room after dinner. I still had Karen's panties in my pocket so I pulled them out and threw them in my hamper.
I was a little tired after the first day of school so I decided to lie down and take a nap. Now, I used to take naps in my underwear but since I no longer wore any I decided to change into casual shorts and a t-shirt instead of the walking shorts and polo I wore to school. While I was changing Bobby walked into my room.
“Hi sis,” he said as I quickly yanked the t-shirt down to cover my breasts. “Oh, you don't have to cover up for me.”
“So? What if mom comes in and finds me half naked with you in here?”
“I'll tell her you were tutoring me in biology.”
“Funny!” I said, “I thought that's what Karen was doing!”
“Actually, when it comes to biology, I'm probably teaching her more.”
“Oh, you're the big expert?”
“Compared to you yeah. In fact, compared to a lot of people. I wasn't a virgin like you, Leah. Haven't been for a long time. Karen wasn't either by the way.”
“Thanks! Thanks for telling me that! Is that why you came in here?”
“You need to watch the way you talk to me, Leah. I might start talking to mom.”
“I'd tell her about Karen.”
He smirked, “Who has more to lose, future valedictorian? Anyway, you asked why I came in. I was wondering if you were gonna do that flag waving stuff again this year.”
“Flag Team? Yeah, in fact we have practice tomorrow morning, why?”
“Nothing really, except those skirts are pretty short aren't they?” He paused to let me think about that. “Well, just wondered. Get a good night's sleep, Leah. Mom and dad are taking the others over to grandma's tomorrow evening so you'll be busy.”
Just then my mom did walk in. Well, she didn't just barge in like Bobby did. She knocked first, then barged in without waiting. At least I had my clothes on by now.
“Oh,” she said, looking a little surprised to find us together in my room with the door closed. She picked up my laundry hamper, “I just came in to get this. Anything going on?”
“Bobby said we're going to go to Grandma's house tomorrow,” I said, hoping to include myself in the “We.”
“Well, we are going,” she said, “But Bobby said you were going to help him with another writing assignment.”
Wow. What happened to his special tutor already?
“She is mom. I'm gonna do some research tonight, then we're gonna write it tomorrow. We were just talking about it,” Bobby told her.
“Well, good. It's so nice to see you two doing things together at last!” She smiled and left with my laundry hamper and Karen's panties.
"Now, remember to be nice to Karen at practice tomorrow," Bobby said before he left.
A Good Night's Sleep?
I didn't even know if there really was another writing assignment but Bobby had said I was going to be doing a lot of his homework this year so I didn't doubt it. I hoped he was doing research if there was any required so I could get whatever writing necessary done quickly, after all, I had homework of my own. I decided to try and get some of that done tonight.
One of my assignments was very close to the typical “What I did on My Summer Vacation,” essay, except Mr. Govan thought he was being original by telling us to write about “Something interesting you did over the summer.” Well, I guess I had done some very interesting things but most of them I couldn't write about for school.
I got my computer running and while trying to think of something interesting to write about that didn't involve me being naked, I idly started an essay titled “How I Exposed Myself to the Saint Boniface Girl's Soccer Team.” I actually wrote a few sentences but I found the need to go back and explain how I got myself into such a predicament so I deleted all that and started what you are reading right now.
Bobby had told me to get a good night's sleep and that's exactly what I wanted to do so I shut my computer down and tried to get to bed early. Sometimes sleep doesn't cooperate though and I lay awake wondering what I was going to say to Karen at practice. I wasn't going to say something like, “So, you're fucking my brother?” but I doubted I could keep quiet about what I knew.
Writing my pretend essay had got me thinking about the whole thing and now I couldn't stop. Bobby had left me pretty much alone since Monday night at the gas station and I hadn't been naked anywhere but my room and the bathroom since. I also hadn't cum since then. I wanted to touch myself but Bobby had forbidden it so somehow I resisted, lying there trying to sleep, thinking about Bobby, Karen and me.
After tossing and turning fitfully, half asleep, I happened to roll over and open my eyes, staring right at my alarm clock. It was exactly 3:00am, the time that so many months ago I had decided was the perfect time to venture outside naked. But I couldn't, or could I? None of Bobby's rules forbid it. He had said that I had to be naked when we were alone together, that I couldn't wear panties, that I had to keep myself shaved and that I wasn't allowed to touch myself but he never said I wasn't allowed to go outside by myself.
As soon as I realized that Bobby hadn't forbidden it, I felt the old compulsion taking over. I had to get outside naked again. Bobby might not like it if he found out, and it might result in a new rule, number five, but I needed to do it, and I sat up and threw off the tangled covers.
Going For a Little Walk
I climbed out of bed and crept to my door, opening it a crack. As expected at 3:00am, the house was quiet. Leaving the door ajar, I pulled off my nightgown and tossed it on the chair next to my door. I opened the door a bit wider and peered out. Still quiet.
I had always sneaked downstairs with clothes on and stripped before going outside, but that didn't seem exciting enough anymore. I did bend down and pick up my shoes, I didn't know why but I guess my brain was thinking ahead of me. Naked, I stepped out into the hall and shut my door.
I stood there for only a moment before starting toward the stairs. With practiced ease, I avoided all the squeaky floorboards and started down. My heart was beating a mile a minute again, just like the first times I had done this. I don't know if I was more afraid of my parents waking up and catching me, or of Bobby. Soon I was standing at the side door, naked with sneakers in hand.
I opened the door and stepped out, made sure the door wasn't going to lock behind me, and closed it. I set my shoes down on the driveway and stood up, reminding myself that once again, I was outside completely naked. I slipped my bare feet into my sneakers and stood there enjoying that now familiar feeling of the night breeze on naked skin.
I didn't have any kind of plan, but once again it seemed my brain, or my subconscious, or something was thinking ahead of me and I found myself walking down the driveway toward the street. I told myself that “A little walk” would help me sleep and without hesitating, continued down the drive to the sidewalk, turning and starting down the walk as casual as could be.
I hadn't even checked for traffic or signs of life in the neighbor's houses. I did that now, without slowing my walk, still without any kind of plan or conscious thought of where I was going. I felt great. The weather was perfect, with just enough of a breeze to stimulate my naked skin and make me aware of being fully naked. I felt fully alive. It was then that I realized where I was headed. I was walking toward the all night gas station and the pizza parlor.
It was Friday too, and not yet 3:30 so the pizza parlor was probably still open. For the first time my steps slowed but then I thought, “So what?” I would just walk down to the corner, stop before I got too close, then turn around and go back to bed, confident that my little walk would now enable me to sleep. I resumed my normal walking pace, down the center of the sidewalk, just as if it was 3:30 in the afternoon and I was fully clothed, not 3:30 in the morning and I was totally naked.
Two cars passed while I was still walking toward the Gas station, one going in each direction. The first was going the same way I was and happened upon me as I was separated from the street by a couple of parked cars so I don't think he could see me very well if at all. At any rate, he didn't slow and neither did I. The second car came from in front of me and this time I was in an area where there were no cars, no cover, and well lit by a streetlight. I forced myself to keep walking nonchalantly. Once again, as I have noted before, it's like people don't pay that much attention when driving at night to what's outside their cars because he, or she, just drove right on by.
Maybe I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a reaction, or maybe I was just emboldened by it, but when I got near the gas station, instead of stopping and heading back to home, I continued on, slowly though, and crept to the fence between the gas station and the first house on the street.
The gas station had put up this large wooden privacy fence around two sides of their property, separating them from the neighboring houses. The fence was about five and a half feet high, using me as a yardstick because, standing on tiptoes, I could just see over it, which is what I did just now.
It was hard to tell for sure because there were reflections on the windows of the kiosk, but it looked like the same girl that had seen me the other night. I looked over at the pizza parlor which had one car parked in front of it. As I watched, the lights went out inside and a guy came out and got in the car and drove away. Could it be 4:00am already? I didn't think so, but maybe it was close enough that the pizza parlor closed anyway. My calves were hurting so I dropped back down on my heels to rest them and think.
I didn't have a plan when I started out, but just going back home seemed too tame. I took another peek at the girl Shit! I had to do something. Once again my feet started moving without any real plan and I walked around the fence and started across the gas station pavement toward the kiosk. The girl didn't look up until I was almost all the way up to the window.
I didn't think she could see below my waist but she certainly could see my breasts, with my now hard little nipples pointing right at her. She blinked and said, “Um, hello? Are you OK?”
“Yes, I'm fine,” I said. “I wonder if I could have a bottle of water? I didn't bring any money with me, but I could come back tomorrow and pay you.”
She leaned closer to the window, trying to look down. “Are you naked?” she asked.
She put a bottle of water in the transaction drawer but didn't push it out where I could get it. “Is somebody making you do this?” she asked, looking around at the fence.
“No, I just like being naked,” I said, but then decided to elaborate. “I've been doing this for a while. The other night when I ran past, somebody did tell me to do that, but I'm doing this all on my own tonight.”
She pushed the drawer out and I reached in and took the water. Just then there was a flash of headlights and a car whipped around the corner and started pulling in. Quickly I ducked down below the level of the windows, hoping the car wouldn't pull around to this side of the kiosk. A few feet away from me a door in the kiosk popped open and the girl leaned out, “Hurry, get in,” she said and I scrambled inside, keeping down low.
She motioned me to a spot under a counter by another transaction window on the other side of the kiosk just as the driver walked up. “Give me five dollars on pump number six,” he said and she pushed the drawer out so he could put in the money. I squeezed myself under the little counter while the guy stood there just outside and the girl stood against the counter on the inside.
She was wearing shorts and her naked legs were only inches from my face and I couldn't help but notice how smooth her skin was. Working nights she must have had a lot of time to lay out and she was deeply tanned. I found myself wondering how such dark skin would look compared to her tan lines. Then I found myself wondering if she had tan lines at all and found to my surprise that thinking about it was making me wet. Squatting there like I was I could smell my growing arousal and I wondered if she could too.
She stepped away from the counter and glanced down at me, then back out the window. I assumed the guy was now pumping gas and that's what she was looking at. She looked back down at me then and looked between my legs as I squatted there under the counter. “Shaved. Nice!” she said and looked back outside, then back at me again. “Your pussy looks wet. Does it excite you being outside naked?” Before I could reply she added, “He's finished, it doesn't take long to pump five dollars worth of gas these days. Stand up.”
I moved out from under the counter and stood up. She looked me up and down and asked me to turn around a couple times. “Nice,” she said, “A little skinny maybe, but very cute.” She got out her cell phone. “To pay me for the water, mind if I take a picture? I won't publish it or send it to anybody or anything, just show it to my husband.”
I wasn't real happy about it but I figured I did owe her something. I posed in one of the ways Bobby taught me and she snapped away, grinning. “I have to get going,” I said.
“Sure, just one more picture, out by the pump there, OK?”
She opened the door and I stepped out, posing again by the pump, waving and smiling. She took a picture and waved back, blowing me a kiss before shutting the door again, and watching while I walked away. Again I tried to keep a normal pace as I walked back past the fence and started back up the sidewalk toward home.
I still wasn't paying much attention to where I was going. It was almost as if I wasn't even aware of my nudity. I was walking straight down the sidewalk, not looking for lights in the houses, not even looking for cars going past. That is I wasn't, until one did pass, coming from behind me. Just as it came about even with me, I saw his brake lights flash on.
The car, a beat up, old, full sized sedan, which had been moving at a pretty good speed until it passed me, slowed rapidly and pulled into a driveway a couple of houses in front of me, across the sidewalk, blocking my path. It happened that there was a tall hedge next to the driveway he had pulled into, making getting past even more difficult. I stopped in my tracks, frozen like a deer in headlights. I wanted to run but there wasn't anyplace near and my feet wouldn't move.
The driver's door open and out climbed this fat, red faced guy, his belly hanging over his belt. He walked toward me. “Off duty police officer, ma'am,” he said and flipped open his wallet, letting me see a badge before putting it back into his pocket. “Don't move.” He started toward me and I stood there, still frozen as he advanced, hitching up his belt and belatedly tucking in the grimy looking blue shirt he wore. “Now, just what is it that you're up to here tonight, miss?”
“Um, I was just going for a walk,” I said, but it came out a squeak, and sounded more like “I was just going for a walk?”
He pulled a little walkie-talkie like thing off of his belt and said into it, “Two-seven-one, Officer J. D. Wilson here, I've detained a female pedestrian, I may need back-up, I'll let you know.”
He stuck the thing back on his belt and said, “Now miss, I'm going to have to ask you to step over to the front of my car, lean over and put your hands flat on the hood, feet spread wide.”
Terrified, and certain that at last I was headed for the psych ward, juvenile hall or the convent, and not knowing which was worse, I started to comply. Before I could take two steps though I saw a flash of movement behind him. Suddenly the barrel of a baseball bat was resting on his shoulder, protruding just enough in front of him so he could see it.
“Leave her alone, creep, and get out of here while you still have intact kneecaps.”
It was Bobby's voice, but he managed to make it sound two octaves deeper.
“Sir, you are interfering with a police officer in the line of duty, I advise you to put the bat down and back away, I've already informed district headquarters of my whereabouts.”
Bobby leaned in and snatched the walkie-talkie thing for the guy's belt and snorted. “This ain't no police radio, jerk, and it doesn't even work.” He tossed the thing away and said, “Then again I guess you don't really need a working radio in your line of work, do you creep?”
I was astonished and still terrified to hear Bobby talking to a police officer like this and tried to stop him, “Bobby you're only making it worse...”
“Shut up,” he cut me off. “This isn't any off duty police officer, It's that fake cop that's been pulling women over on the highway and raping them. He isn't even smart enough to use a different name! Now, get out of here!”
Suddenly I remembered the story. The guy would pull in behind some woman driving alone in her car. He had a stick on blue flashing light and would pull them over on some lonely section of road, then rape them. He had almost gotten me! I stepped forward and kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could and he doubled over, making choking noises.
Bobby started laughing. “Get home Amanda, now!” he said to me, over emphasizing the “Amanda.”
The man was still doubled over, retching now. “But...” I started and Bobby cut me off again. “A-man-duh!” he said, “I said you couldn't do this anymore once we were married, now get home! NOW!”
I started around the car, squeezing past the hedge. The man was just managing to straighten up and Bobby gave him a shove toward his car, “Get in. Drive away, and never come back to this neighborhood!” As the man was managing to get into his car, Bobby swung the bat, smashing the left front headlight. The car backed out of the drive and took off in a hurry.
Bobby caught up to me and pulled out a cell phone. He called 911 and, disguising his voice, told them all about Officer J. D. Wilson, his description, his direction of travel and the fact that his left front headlight was out. He then walked over to the curb and dropped the cell phone down a catch basin. “Just a prepaid phone I use sometimes,” he said. “Used to use, I guess. You OK?”
It was only then that I started shaking.
Is He? Or Isn't He?
Bobby had almost certainly saved my life and as soon as I realized how much danger I had really been in I started to shake. It wasn't just a tremble, or like shivering, but real, honest to gosh shaking, and it didn't start little by little and build up, it started all at once, full blown. Bobby saw me and took my hands, standing in front of me. “Lee! Lee, it's over. He's gone. You're OK.”
I was shaking so bad I could hardly talk but I managed to stammer, “Was it really that rapist?”
Bobby nodded. “I think so. He sure wasn't a cop. That radio was just a toy , he matched the description, and I'm pretty sure that was a name he used.”
While we spoke, the sound of sirens rose in the distance, relatively near at first but rapidly fading. “Let's hope they've got him,” Bobby said, “Though I hope he doesn't remember you calling me Bobby. Don't want the real cops tracing any story he tells them about a naked girl back to you.”
As the sirens ceased, now far off I realized Bobby was a real hero. He'd probably saved my life and he possibly had gotten that man caught by the police, but only possibly. “Robert, sir. You shouldn't have let him go. You should have kept him here to make sure the police got him. What if he gets away?”
“I just wanted to get him away from you Lee., and I didn't want to take a chance of getting you caught.”
At that moment I was overcome with emotions. I was feeling fear, but I was also feeling love. My brother had saved me and I loved him. Without thinking, I hugged him, embraced him really, my still naked body pressed against him as we stood there on the sidewalk.
He stiffened up at first. Like I said we had a long history of sibling rivalry and the only affection we had ever shown for each other was usually something forced by my mom, as in, “Hug your sister and thank her for the birthday card,” so I guess he didn't know how to react to a spontaneous, genuine hug. It wasn't long though until he relaxed and hugged me back, putting his arms around me with his hands on my naked back. I kissed him, on the mouth, but a sisterly kind of chaste kiss.
As I hugged him I could feel how strong he really was, how athletic. I was more aware of my nakedness with his hands on my back and it felt good to be held by him. I pressed myself against him tighter and I could feel the bulge in the front of his shorts and I began to feel something stirring in me, something wanton. I ground myself against him, rubbing my pussy against him and kissing him again, but this time the kiss was less than chaste.
Bobby was my hero and suddenly I couldn't resist him. I wanted to reward him, my body wanted to reward him that is, in the way women have rewarded their heroes since the dawn of time. He kissed me back and I felt the bulge growing, hardening against me as our tongues explored each others mouths.
It was Bobby who finally broke the kiss, saying, “We better get home Lee, it's getting late.”
Indeed, it was. The night sky was beginning to show a hint of lightening to the east and we were several houses away from home. I stepped back from him and nodded and he pulled off his t-shirt and handed it to me. “Put this on Lee.”
I pulled his t-shirt over my head and tugged down the hem. Although it was long enough to cover me, it did so just barely. “I'm not giving you my shorts, C'mon.” We started toward home with me still pulling down the hem of the shirt, kind of silly for someone who had just walked up and down the street naked, I guess.
Bobby saw what I was doing and grabbed the back hem of the shirt and pulled it down, covering my butt. This only caused the front hem to rise higher but I didn't mind, I liked having his hand where it was. It didn't take long until we were home and back at the side door.
When we got there, I turned toward him and hugged him again this time it was my hands on his naked torso and I thrilled to feel the muscles under his skin. I pressed my breasts against his chest, my nipples hard under the thin t-shirt. “We should go inside Lee,” he said.
I didn't want to, yet. “Sir? Could I.....Could you make me cum first? Like you did last time?”
Without a word he turned me around, facing the street again like last time. He lifted my arms and pulled his shirt off of me, leaving me naked again except for my shoes, then put his arms around me from behind again. He held me like that, his bare chest against my naked back and he whispered, “You are never, ever to go out alone again. You hear me Lee? Rule number five.”
“Yes Sir,” I said and he started touching me, fondling first my breasts, tugging on the nipples, teasing me till I moaned too loudly and he shushed me.
“Quiet, or do I need to get the gag for you again?”
I shock my head from side to side and reminded myself that we were right below my parent's bedroom window. “You've really become quite a little slut, haven't you Leah?” he asked me as one hand slid down over my belly and found my eager pussy and again I felt his remarkably capable fingers begin working their magic on me.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning again and he continued to play with my clit with one hand and my breast with the other. It was definitely starting to change from the black of night to the gray of dawn now and he worked faster, groaning a little himself as he felt me responding.
I pushed my butt back against him and was rewarded with another small groan from him as I mashed my butt cheeks against the now considerable bulge in his shorts. I reached down and placed my hand on his as he worked at my clit. His fingers felt great on me, but I wanted them in me now. He grabbed my wrist with his other hand and held me still as his fingers slid down alongside my clit and then I was cumming and he was whispering in my ear, “Whillikers!”
Bobby didn't offer me his shirt back so I had to sneak back up to my room naked. By this time it was already almost daylight outside and I was really careful not to make any noise as I crept back up the stairs. I had to get up early for practice and I really hadn't had any sleep so I set my alarm for fifteen minutes later than I had planned, figuring every minute might count and laid down.
Despite the events of the night, this time I didn't have any trouble falling asleep and before I knew it, my alarm was going off. I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for practice. While I was still getting ready my mom came in with my clean laundry, folded and stacked in a basket. On the very top were Karen's skimpy little panties.
“Funny,” my mom said. “Except for this one pair, there weren't and panties in your hamper, and I've never seen these before.”
“Um, I bought them when I went shopping with Bobby that time and I threw out some of my old ones because the elastic was all stretched out.” Shit! I was gonna have to remember to put panties in my hamper even when I wasn't wearing any! I don't know why, but I grabbed the panties and stuffed them in my bag and went downstairs.
The fifteen minutes extra sleep had left me short on time for breakfast and I had a couple of cookies and a cup of instant coffee, made with tap water the hottest I could run. I grabbed my bag of stuff, mostly water, some sunscreen and a towel, along with Karen's panties, and set off, walking toward school.
About half way there, a car pulled next to me and there was a honk. It was Karen. I couldn't think of any plausible reason to refuse a ride, so I climbed in with her. “Didja hear the news?” she asked. “There was a big accident by the interstate last night. The entrance ramp is still closed.”
“The police were chasin' some guy and his car went off the ramp and landed in a pond.”
“I just said, some guy the police were after flipped over the guardrail and landed in a pond. They're still tryin' to get the car out, I heard.”
Wow. Could it be “Officer” Wilson? “Is the guy dead?” I asked.
Karen nodded, “I think so. When I saw on the news this morning, there was a van that said 'Coroner' on it. The coroner handles dead people, don't they?”
This time I said “Wow!” aloud and sat back in my seat.
We pulled into the lot and Karen drove down to the far end, by the football practice field where the flag team was getting ready for practice. When we parked I got my bag. I don't know if it was lack of sleep or if I was upset about the news Karen told me, but without really thinking I pulled out the panties and handed them to Karen, saying, “Here, my mom washed them last night.”
When I saw her staring at them I realized my mistake. She'd left the panties with Bobby, not me. She looked at them a few seconds, then put them in her purse, “Uh, OK, thanks.”
Practice was, well, practice. The new girls were separated out and started on basic drills while we experienced girls worked on the routines we were doing last spring. We'd only have one more practice before next Saturday's game so the coach was trying to get everything down today. Unfortunately one girl, me, did not cooperate.
Again, it probably was the lack of sleep or my other distractions, but twice I missed turning at the proper time and the coach made us do the whole routine over both times, causing practice to run over. When we were through, we girls returning from last year were issued our new uniforms for which we had been measured a couple weeks ago.
I told Karen that I could walk home and she didn't need to give me a ride but she said, “I'm going to your house anyway, Bobby asked me to come over and help him study again.”
To be continued...
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