Winter Break l

DECEMBER 2003, WINTER BREAK

It was just after 2am when I finally returned home. The party was pretty much over, just a few stragglers hanging around. The music was off and the lights were low. And being the only resident still up and about, I felt it was my duty to usher out the final guests.

Marian Liu was on the back patio smoking something that didn't smell like a cigarette with two guys. She seemed to be trying to decide which one to take home; and when I arrived, her decision was made to just take them both back with her.

I found Julie Carpenter and her boyfriend Lloyd making out in the bathroom. I would have thought this completely ordinary except that Kerri Trainor was on her knees sucking his cock. I just smirked and told them to take it back to their own place, wishing Lloyd luck. I'd certainly found myself in the same position more than a few times.

Luckily there was no one passed out somewhere, so I didn't have to worry on that regard. The closest was Tony Calderon, who was asleep on the couch with Jamie Miano, the Tri-Delt freshman, under the crook of his arm. I got them both up and sent them on their way, most likely to Tony's place.

And then I finally went into my own bedroom.

You'd think that after spending five minutes walking back in 40-degree weather from Ryan's and Dawn's apartment that I'd have lost my erection. You'd think that spending another ten or so minutes ushering partygoers from my house would have made damn sure I'd gone limp.

But no, I hadn't. The whole time I was walking home, shooing out guests, and cursing my sense of morality that wouldn't let me sleep with Dawn when Ryan didn't really want me to, I was envisioning the way Dawn looked tonight. I saw her beautiful face. I saw her full, firm, and naked breasts. I saw her flat tummy and flared hips and the pink juncture between her thighs. I saw the way her lips were parted (both sets) as she panted softly ... panting in arousal ... for ME.

And I was still hard.

Yeah, the damn thing was starting to ache a bit.

And so it was with this massive erection that I entered my room and found it already occupied. I hadn't expected any company and so wasn't the quietest of people as I shut the door, dropped my keys, wallet, and cell phone onto the dresser, and started pulling off my shoes. Only then did I see the head pick up off my pillow as a gorgeous girl turned to look at me.

Hunched over, my hands still on my shoelaces, I froze in surprise. Beautiful young Meli, still clad in that dark, sleeveless crop-top, sat up and let the blankets fall down to her waist. Her gold-flecked eyes stared in amusement at me, and as I stood up straight her eyes went up with me before dropping right back down to the obvious bulge in my jeans.

Her face was flushed with arousal and she was sweating lightly. Licking her lips, the young stranger I'd only met this evening stared straight at my crotch as she asked in a heated voice, "Is that for me?"

I blinked just once and then moved. I didn't ask any questions. I didn't wonder what circumstances had brought about her presence in my bed. I simply strode over, put my arms on Meli's shoulders, and bore her onto her back across the mattress while fastening my lips over hers.

I was horny. And I was about to get laid.

"Nnnnhhh..." Meli moaned when I pulled my lips off hers and moved them down her neck. I arched myself while she frantically tugged at the blanket to get it out from between us. Once that was accomplished, her hands slid around to the hem of my shirt, jerking upwards until I got up and tossed it over my head. And then I paused for a second to admire the pretty girl beneath me.

Meli had caught my notice from the very first time I laid eyes on her, even flanked by three other pretty girls in Jocelyn, Kelly, and Jamie. Meli's 5'10" height and model slenderness got my attention. Her extremely pretty face held it. And her youthful, almost innocent quality got me really engaged.

But I wasn't thinking about youthful innocence anymore. I was thinking about fucking a hot babe; and from the way Meli was scrabbling at her clothes, she was thinking the same thing. Her dark crop-top was tight-fitting, but she managed to wriggle it over her head on the way up her arms. This left her perky tits completely bare to me, and just when the material was covering her face, I put a hand on the top to trap it over Meli's face while leaning down to swirl my tongue around an erect nipple.

"Mrf!" Meli squeaked into her shirt, which was still bound around her arms and face, blinding her. She couldn't remove the shirt while I held onto it, and she was completely at my mercy as I continued lavishing my oral attentions on her perky titties.

I didn't leave her helpless for long. After a minute of suckling I helped her remove the top and she shot me a look of mild annoyance. Clearly, she wasn't a tie-me- up-and-have-your-way-with me kind of girl, especially since we barely knew each other and she had no reason to trust me. Actually, if she'd been listening to all the girls' gossip, she'd have every reason to believe I'd have my way with her and then move on to the next girl.

But she wanted me to have my way with her first.

I grinned and kissed her in apology. Then I slid down the bed, taking her shorts and panties with me on the way. And I finished by giving her a much better apology, this time with my tongue in her twat.

"Oh, yesss..." Meli hissed as my tongue sank deeper into her channel, quickly joined by a finger. She was soaking wet, and from the heavy volume I imagined she'd been playing with herself long before I came into the bedroom. But her pussy was still quite tight and I only needed one finger to wriggle around while I licked and suckled on her clit and the other erogenous spots around her pussy.

I started working her up to a quick orgasm, but after a minute or two she grabbed at my shoulders and tugged, gasping, "Forget it. Just get up here and fuck me!"

My instincts told me to ignore her and give her a quick orgasm first, entering her while she was still in the throes of climax. But after everything that had gone on tonight with Dawn, I'd been hard for too long and I was craving my own release. So I swiftly slid up the bed and swabbed my mushroom head through her wet labia.

"Oh, shit!" Meli groaned and then looked down between her legs. "It's so BIG!"

I grinned and rubbed around a bit more, building up moisture on my cockhead. "Not really. But this may stretch a bit." And then I pushed forward.

"Aiiiiii!" Meli squealed as I parted her folds and began sinking inside. She was really tight and for a second, I wondered which girl had the tighter cunt, Meli or Robin. Despite her height, Meli was quite thin and she certainly felt just as constricting as Robin had earlier that night.

"I TOLD you it was big!" Meli complained as I pushed another couple of inches inside and then withdrew. And then she simply let her head lay back as I slowly pumped in and out of her until at last she adjusted and I was fully buried inside her sweet pussy.

"How does it feel?" I husked as I began kissing her neck.

"So full," Meli moaned in response as she hooked her ankles around mine and tugged tightly, trying to feel how deep I could get.

I nibbled my way down her shoulder as the young girl got used to the feeling of having me fully inside her. And then I pushed myself up and off her chest to look down once again at her face. "You really ARE gorgeous, you know that?" I said in wonder.

She smiled and then chuckled. "You're just saying that to get into my panties."

"I already am," I grinned.

"Ooh ... I know..." Meli sighed and turned her head. "I can't believe we're doing this. I don't even know you." She shook her head.

"We can change that," I said softly as I withdrew about six inches and then swiftly thrust forward again. She groaned and sighed and looked at me. Then I asked, "What did the other girls tell you about me?"

She shook her head. "Not much, actually. It was all sex, sex, and more sex. Jocelyn and Kelly talked about how you made half the girls they know pass out from too much pleasure. Kerri and Julie talked about how agile your tongue was, doing things they couldn't believe were possible. And Dayna told me you two used to have all these random late night hookups for the fun of it."

I raised my eyebrows. "You get around. How DO you know everybody?"

Meli smiled enigmatically and then hunched her hips up at me. "You know, let's play twenty questions later. How 'bout you do your legendary sex god stuff on me first and then we'll get to know each other before fucking again, m'kay?"

It sounded like a plan to me.

Meli and I never did the "getting to know you" stuff. I fucked her to two orgasms and then remembered my Hawaiian, telling her "Ale ko'u kai" when she eagerly took me into her mouth and let me blow my load down her throat, the young girl swallowing like a champ.

She didn't take her mouth off my cock, either. The pretty, exotic-looking babe rolled me onto my back and continued sucking to get me hard again. I looked down at her very pretty face, those gold-flecked eyes staring up at me while her brown and gold-streaked hair hung around her face. The only thing she was wearing was that puka shell necklace, something that looked mysteriously familiar to me somehow; but with her mouth on my cock I wasn't thinking too hard about it.

When I was hard again, Meli swiftly replaced her mouth with her pussy, sinking down onto me with a throaty moan. "Still so fucking BIG!" she exclaimed as she hit bottom. I just gripped her hips and started guiding her up and down.

By now, I'd figured out most of Meli's triggers and sensitive spots, and taking her to another climax was pretty easy. Her tits were small, not quite B-cups, but they were very sensitive. Like most young girls I knew, she was at first squeamish when my fingers played around her ass; but at the moment of climax, a little pressure against her anus heightened her pleasure. And of course I had easy access to her clit while she rode me up and down.

But now it was time to put her out. After cumming in Robin and once with Meli, I felt like I only had one round left in the chamber and I was getting tired as the hour ticked past 3am. So gripping Meli's tight ass in my hands, I held her body against me and rolled us over into a missionary position without dislodging my cock from her cunt.

"Oh, shit," Meli groaned as I began thrusting into her. She was relaxed beneath me, absorbing each blow, and I took advantage of her state by raising her legs and putting both of them over my shoulders. Folding her in half and pounding her was a fantasy from the house party that I wanted to live out.

"Oh, shit!" Meli whimpered when I pushed forward, taking her legs with me and rolling her ass up and off the bed. In this new position, I was able to drive almost vertically downwards into her pussy, hammering her even deeper than before. The young babe tossed her head left and right while I folded her beneath me, really dicking her hard. And soon we were both ramping up to our final orgasms.

"It's so good! I can't believe it! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped and tried to hump herself back at me.

"Urgh, urgh, urgh!" I grunted with every thrust. I usually did my best work around midnight or at 7am. My circadian rhythms were off and I was struggling a bit to keep up the pace after 3am.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Meli screamed and scrabbled at my back, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.

"Ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh!" I wound up grunting as I sped up my thrusts, losing myself to the uncontrollable final short rows. I didn't have much time left, and I ran my lips up Meli's long neck and then bit down gently just below the left side of her jaw. My left hand slid up to grip her right breast, tracing my thumb along the sensitive undercurve while my index and middle fingers bracketed her nipple. I pivoted my hips so that each thrust of my pelvic bone would impact against her clit. And at the very last moment, I popped my right index finger into her ass for the very first time all night.

It was all a little desperate for me, and I wasn't even sure it was enough. Normally I would have spent another five minutes getting Meli primed to be knocked out, but I simply couldn't last any longer. But fortunately for me, it was enough.

"AAAAAIIIII!!!" Meli screamed right into my ear, the sound deafening. Her legs clamped around my neck as if she were trying to strangle me. Her butt kicked higher off the bed as she tried to get away from the finger in her ass while simultaneously clenching down around it. And I felt the tremors in her pussy as a massive orgasm swept across her body at the same time.

My eyes were closed as I hammered her for another three strokes and then held myself at maximum penetration, grunting in relief as I felt the flood pour out of me. Meli jerked again when she felt the first jets splashing inside of her spasming pussy. And then the two of us were lost to the riot of orgasmic bliss as we thrashed and humped and screamed in ecstasy.

The tall, slender young babe went limp before I was done sperming her. Her legs were still trapped over my shoulders, so her body was still curled up and off the bed, with only her shoulders against the mattress. My own feet were digging into the bed to hold us in that position; and with my cock pointed almost straight down, I squirted out the final drops of cum to join the lake forming inside her teenaged vagina. And when I rocked back onto my heels while slowly removing her legs from my shoulders, I saw that Meli had indeed passed out from her pleasure.

I was dizzy for a few seconds from the force of my orgasm and from unconsciously holding my breath while I was squirting. I was getting steadier with each passing second; but I felt so tired that I decided to just succumb to the vertigo and laid down next to Meli's unconscious form. Finally, I pulled the blankets over both our naked bodies and cuddled up next to my young lover. And then I sighed and went to sleep.

"WHAT THE FUCK???"

The male voice cracked in the air like a gunshot, loud enough and harsh enough to startle me from my slumber. My eyes flew open as I instinctively woke up and turned toward the sound of danger. Automatically, I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my chin as a shield over my naked body while my eyes tried to focus on the visibly upset young man in front of me.

Matt Kanemura, Brandi's boyfriend, stood in the doorway with an expression of shock, outrage, and purely unadulterated hate on his face. "MELI! What the FUCK happened?"

Behind me, my most recent lover grabbed onto my arm and whimpered in fear, pushing her nose and the lower-half of her face against my shoulder. Apparently, Meli had just been startled awake as well.

"HOLY SHIT!" Matt continued yelling. "Did he... ? Did you... ? Oh, FUCK! I'll fucking KILL you!" He started stomping forward and I immediately held my hands up in defense.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" I stammered and backed up on the bed, Meli still cowering behind me.

"You get the HELL away from my little sister!" Matt raged.

"Whoa, what? Sister? What?" I jerked around wide-eyed and stared at Meli. Only then did I look at her neck, and everything clicked for me: the necklace. She and Matt had identical puka shell necklaces. Come to think of it, Matt and Meli had similar tans and facial structures, with an exotic mixed Asian heritage. "You're his sister?" I gasped in shock.

Meli just nodded rapidly and wordlessly.

Ah, hell.

I sat up and slid away from Meli, more for Matt's benefit than anything else, until I my back was against the headboard. My hands were still in the air and I looked at him with wide-eyes. "I didn't know, Matt. I swear."

"She's just a kid! She's still in High School!" Matt screamed at me.

"I didn't know," I pleaded again. Well, that explained Meli's youthful appearance.

"What the hell happened?" he yelled at me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I blinked twice. "It's my bedroom."

Suddenly Brandi was in the doorway behind Matt. He turned around to look at her and then back at me. "You were supposed to be gone for the night! You left with Dawn and Gwen!"

I blinked again. "Stuff happened. I came home." I turned and looked at Meli, who was staring downward while clutching the blankets around her naked body, blushing pink in embarrassment. By now, Adrienne had also arrived in the doorway and was looking in curiously.

"Did you assault her?" Matt thundered at me.

"What? No! Of course not!" I protested.

Matt turned on his little sister. "You wanted to sleep with him?"

"I was horny..." Meli pouted. "Do you know how thin the walls are here? I could hear people fucking upstairs and in the next room all night! I was rubbing myself for an hour before he came in."

"I sent you in here to sleep!" Matt groaned at his sister.

"Wait, YOU put her in my bed?" I asked.

"I thought you were GONE!" Matt growled. Then he turned and harshly jabbed a at Brandi. "Actually, it was YOUR idea! YOU told me to let her sleep in here! This is YOUR fault!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Brandi held her hands up. "YOU were horny, too, Matt! YOU asked me what to do with your sister so you could spend the night with me! We were BOTH there when Dawn took him out. We BOTH thought he'd be gone for the night. And it was a free bed."

"Worst fucking mistake of my life!" Matt yelled. "FUCK!" He turned and glared at me. I knew the look. It was the same look he'd given me when he caught me with my dick up Brandi's ass. And it was the same look he'd given me every now and again ever since. It was a look of pure hate and disgust, and I'll never forget that look for the rest of my life. He'd caught me fucking his girlfriend (my own sister); and now he'd caught me fucking his sister. Let's just say I wasn't expecting the guy to send me a Christmas card.

I now turned to Meli. "You weren't waiting for me?"

The young girl blinked and shook her head. "I didn't know you were coming home."

I winced. "But I thought ... And when I walked in ... you..."

"Oh, I wanted it," Meli shook her head. "I just didn't plan it."

Ah, hell. I'd just assumed she was in my bed to seduce me.

Hanging his head, Matt seethed quietly for a few seconds before snapping his head back up and whirling back to the bed. "Get dressed," he barked at Meli, pointing his finger threateningly at her. Then he turned and glared at Brandi. "We're leaving."

Silently, Meli slipped out of the bed and held an arm over her breasts self- consciously. The only two guys in the room were me and her brother, and Matt was deliberately averting his eyes while she snatched up her crop-top, panties, and shorts. She got dressed, and then with Matt still looking the other way, she came up and pecked me quickly on the cheek. Her eyes apologized for the words she couldn't say, and then she moved away. "Okay, I'm done," she announced.

Matt turned and grabbed her hand. And then without a backwards glance, he practically dragged her out the door and out of the house.

Sighing, I snagged some pajama pants and got out of bed. I went out my door and stood next to Brandi and Adrienne, who were thoughtful as they stared out the open front door.

Just then, Dayna and Kevin came sleepily down the stairs and looked over at us. "Heard a ruckus," Dayna commented while yawning. "What'd we miss?"

I slammed the trunk closed on the Mustang and looked up to watch Adrienne let Brandi into the back before folding the passenger seat into place and jumping in herself. Only, Brandi wasn't getting in. Her hand was over her mouth and she was staring at her cell phone in shock.

Adrienne looked over, made a noise, and then brought her hands up to Brandi's shoulders, squeezing comfortingly. I realized that something was wrong and went around as well.

Peering over Brandi's left shoulder, I saw the screen the girls were still staring at and realized it was a text message from Matt: Can't do this anymore. We're done.

Sadness for Brandi mixed with anger at Matt. Seriously, a text message? After the years they'd been together? But I realized I'd had a significant role in the break-up and I immediately turned to my big sister. "Brandi, I'm SO sorry."

[SMACK!]

My eyes popped open in shock that Brandi had just slapped me. She had raised her hand again, holding it a few feet away from her head. Her face was a look of pure rage and as she glared at me, her teeth grinding and her irises aflame. Her hand vibrated with energy as she decided whether she wanted to hit me again or not.

Wincing, I just closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow.

And I waited...

And I waited...

Maybe she wasn't going to hit me again? I started cracking my eyelids open and-

[SMACK!]

"Owww!!!" I turned and held my cheek.

"Brandi!" Adrienne was now holding Brandi's wrist, stopping her from hitting me one more time.

"GAWD DAMMIT, BEN!" Brandi yelled at me. "Why'd you have to DO that?"

"It's not his fault!" Adrienne said loudly while trying to restrain Brandi's flailing limbs without hurting her.

"Of COURSE it's his fault!" Brandi screeched. "My boyfriend fucking broke up with me by fucking text because Ben fucking slept with my boyfriend's fucking little sister!"

"She was in his bed and she came onto him," Adrienne argued. "What did you THINK he would do?"

"Oh, I KNOW what he would do. He fucking DID it! He fucking did HER!" Brandi squalled and kept flailing, now trying to hit Adrienne.

But a second later, all the fight went out of Brandi and she literally collapsed straight down, sitting on the asphalt of the driveway. She buried her face in her hands and rivers of tears poured out from around her fingers. "Why do you have to be YOU, Ben? WHY?"

"Brandi, I'm sorry," I pleaded and reached out to her. But she immediately raised an open palm straight at me in a clear 'keep away' gesture. I stopped and gritted my teeth.

"Why couldn't you be just a normal little brother? Just an ordinary boy?"

"An ordinary boy STILL would have slept with Meli if she threw herself at him like that," Adrienne pointed out.

"But an ordinary boy would never have attracted Meli in the first place," Brandi moaned. "An ordinary boy wouldn't have two dozen girls in the house raving about how good he was in bed all night."

Adrienne and I looked at each other. We didn't have much defense for that.

Brandi whimpered, "An ordinary boy wouldn't have seduced ME and started this fuck up in the first place..."

Adrienne barked sharply, "Brandi, you don't mean that!"

My older sister sighed and put her forehead down on her upraised kneecaps, clutching her arms around her legs. "I wish we'd never gotten started, Ben. I regret everything I've ever done with you. I hate you and I wish you'd just fucking get out of my life."

"Brandi!" Adrienne gasped.

Now I felt like collapsing onto the ground and crying.

It was a quiet drive home. Brandi hid out in the back seat, not talking to either one of us. Mercifully, she fell asleep after the first two hours and didn't wake up again until we were home.

Adrienne drove us instead of me, at least halfway. I was pretty shell-shocked myself after everything that had happened since last night. Between the party and the Swingers game and Dawn and then Meli and Matt and Brandi, I was so emotionally wiped out I could barely see straight.

Seeing straight is kinda useful for driving, you understand.

But after we stopped for gas and snacks, Brandi still dozing in the back seat, I felt good enough to drive and wanted something to focus on. So I took over driving and we made it back just after 4pm.

"We're home," I called after pulling my key from the door, glancing around the foyer. I moved forward and Adrienne followed after me, dropping her purse and duffel bag onto the floor. Almost immediately, our parents came out from the family room and embraced us with warm hugs.

"Ohhh, we missed you," Mom hummed as she patted my back. We then switched partners and I hugged my dad while Adrienne embraced Mom.

"Brandi?" Dad asked.

"Still asleep in the car," Adrienne explained. "She, ah, had a rough morning."

"I'll get her," Dad volunteered and went out through the doorway.

"Oh, I want a bath," Adrienne groaned and stretched.

"You'll have to wait until we unload the car," I remarked with a smirk, summoning what little humor I had left.

"The car can wait," Mom interrupted us with a quietly serious tone. "Ben, Adrienne: Eden wants to see you both."

I knew at once that something was terribly wrong. I was pretty drained, but my adrenaline spiked and in a dangerous voice, I asked hurriedly, "What happened?"

"Everything is fine. Nobody got seriously hurt. And Eden is pretty much unharmed."

'Pretty much'? I sensed a "but" coming and leaned my weight forward in anticipation.

"But," Mom continued. "A boy tried to rape Eden last night. Ben, wait-"

I was already halfway up the stairs. Adrienne was right behind me.

A split-second later, I knocked and then rushed into the twins' bedroom without waiting for a response. Eden was in bed, still in her pajamas with the blankets and her favorite stuffed animals surrounding her. Emma was sitting on the end, clearly talking to her twin sister. And both of them looked up excitedly when I came in.

"Ben!" Eden exclaimed in relief and opened her arms to me. I rushed forward and quickly sat on the bed beside her, taking my baby sister under my left arm and trapping her tightly against my side while she wrapped her arms around me.

Adrienne went up and sat behind Emma, draping her arms over the smaller girl's shoulders in a hug from behind as well. And when I looked up I saw that Brooke had also stepped into the room. For now, our parents stayed behind. I'm sure they'd had their own chances to talk to the twins.

"How are you, kiddo?" I asked Eden.

"I'm okay, really. It's no big deal."

"You sure? Mom said some punk tried to rape you."

Eden didn't answer but snuggled her face tighter against my chest.

"Who?"

"Dexter Walker," Brooke put in. "He's a Junior."

My eyebrows rose as I looked up at Brooke. "Did you say 'Walker'? Any relation to Drew?"

Brooke winced and nodded. "Little brother. Basketball player." I saw some of her own old demons surfacing in her expression.

My eyes met Adrienne's and I could see the same fire in her eyes. I could feel the buzz in the back of my head that told me we were on the same wavelength. So my eyes asked if she still had those pointy-toed shoes and Adrienne was already nodding with me in agreement. "Where is he?" I growled and stood up off the bed.

Eden grabbed my arm and said, "Ben, don't."

Brooke's eyes were aflame as she stared back at me, some sort of vengeance on her mind. "He usually plays ball on the weekends at the old courts. You know, where Drew used to practice?"

I knew exactly where the courts were and started to move away. But Eden tugged me back. "Please Ben, don't! It's my own fault!"

I rotated my head down and looked in shock at my little sister. "Your fault? Did you say 'no'?"

"Yes, I did."

"And did he stop?"

Eden winced. "No, he didn't."

"Then it's not your fucking fault!" I yelled.

Eden cowered and winced when I swore at her. I immediately scrunched my face up and said in a much calmer voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

She just gave me the puppy-dog look, looking small and helplessly vulnerable. I didn't have any choice but to quickly sink back onto the bed, holding my arms open for Eden to merge up against me. I rubbed her head and then said as calmly as I could, "Tell me what happened."

I remembered back to my Junior year of High School when Brooke and her Freshman acolytes first started traipsing around the school in stylish new clothes that did much to emphasize their developing assets. The skimpy tops and push- up bras gave them cleavage and the skintight jeans hugged their butts. My own best friend Kenny commented more than once about how hot the Freshman girls were; and he even perved on my own little sister.

Eden and Emma were those hot freshman girls now, and like their older sisters before them, they had world-class asses and adorably pretty faces. Brandi had been one of the hot, popular girls years ago. Brooke had followed her by becoming one of the hottest girls in her class — even Adrienne had pointed that out back in the day. And now my twin baby sisters were hot new girls on campus. Only heightening their appeal was that they'd followed Adrienne's and Brooke's advice and joined the Junior Varsity Cheerleaders.

Back when I was still in school, the guys frequently discussed Top 10 lists: Top 10 racks, Top 10 asses, Top 10 Sluts, Top 10 Bitches, or Top 10 girls ... period. (Adrienne was at the top of that one. Actually, she was at the top of a lot of lists.) There was also the Top 10 Freshmen girls, an annually-compiled list celebrating the sweet, young blood that entered campus with almost no idea what predators awaited them. Brooke had found out that Eden and Emma were tied at number 4. And the upperclassmen had moved in fast.

On Brooke's advice, the twins had played it coy and not accepted solo dates. This early in their High School careers, it was too easy for a guy to brag that he'd nailed a Freshman girl, especially a cheerleader, even if he hadn't. The guy would get props from his friends and the girl would get a reputation as a slut even before she had a chance to get started. It was unfair; but it was High School.

Brooke had also cautioned the twins that these older boys were nothing like the eighth-graders they'd known before. These boys had experience, were smooth talkers, and were manipulative. They'd say anything to get laid, and the twins learned this part firsthand over their first semester as High Schoolers.

Brooke had told the twins of some of her own experiences, being a good big sister in warnings and making herself available for advice. But through all that, Brooke never told the twins exactly what happened to her that night at Drew Walker's house. She never even mentioned Drew's name. Perhaps it was because she was embarrassed about the incident. Perhaps it was because she herself had done her best to forget it. But the point was, the twins didn't know about Drew and they had no warning that Dexter Walker might be a carbon-copy of his big brother.

The twins had been at a friend's house for a semi-annual post-Finals party, not unlike Elaine Fukuhara's parties I went to throughout High School. They were with their crew of all girls, six of them in total, just enjoying each other's company and talking about boys when Dexter meandered by. It was a Sophomore boy hosting the party, and while there weren't many upperclassmen in attendance, Dexter was friends with some of them as well.

As it turned out, Dexter had been flirting with Eden for the past month. He impressed her in that he was one of the few boys who could always tell Eden and Emma apart — the twins usually looked down on any boy who tried to flirt with them both because he was too dumb to realize which twin he was with. And Eden was also impressed that a Junior, a handsome Varsity basketball jock, was flirting with her.

The four other girlfriends tittered when Dexter came by to flirt with Eden. Dexter's boys were also flirting with them. And when Dexter asked if Eden wanted to see the new sound system he'd put in his car, she agreed. Emma warned her it probably wasn't a good idea, but Eden was too smitten at the time to listen. She reasoned that even if she was alone with the boy, they were just going out to the street for a bit, not actually for a drive. And besides, she knew she could take care of herself. The only risk might be to her reputation, but it was a status boost for a freshman girl to be with a Varsity jock, and she deemed it worth the risk. As long as she came back in a couple of minutes, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Dexter's Chevy had a front bench seat and he snuggled Eden under his arm while showing her the sound system. She squeaked a bit when he started the car and pulled away from the curb, but he explained that you had to hear the car's engine running and the road noise to appreciate how good the sound system was. The point of listening to music in a car is to do so while driving. It made a logical kind of sense, and Eden swallowed her objections.

Fortunately, they didn't drive very far away. The party was in the hills and just two blocks up, Dexter parked on a bluff overlooking the city below. He also switched from playing loud metal to the KOST 103.5FM radio station, known for playing slow, cheesy love songs at all hours of the day. And there, the handsome Junior finally got in a kiss.

It wasn't the first. Dexter had stolen kisses in the school hallways from Eden twice in the past week. Eden had even concocted a plan to send Emma after him, just as a test, but the guy instantly recognized Emma and just chatted smoothly before asking about Eden, claiming he felt like he was falling in love with her. So now, while they were making out in Dexter's car, Eden's hormones kicked in and she was soon welcoming Dexter's hands on her budding breasts.

Unfortunately, Dexter couldn't maintain the control and slow-seduction he'd been running up until this point. As their kisses increased in intensity and their hands started wandering over each other's bodies, hormones took over the both of them. Eden actually started it by grabbing at Dexter's bulge, and quickly the guy had his pants and shorts tugged down while Eden stroked him excitedly.

That's when Dexter pushed her down and started pulling her panties off. He didn't ask. He didn't plead. He just MOVED. Only at that point did Eden realize she'd gone a little further than she was comfortable with, and she tried to clamp her legs shut and push him off, telling him to stop.

Predictably, Dexter got mad. He complained about how he couldn't control himself, that Eden was too pretty. He said that it was Eden's fault that he got this worked up, because Eden had started things by grabbing his cock and then giving him a handjob. He complained that he would get blue balls and that it wasn't fair. And Eden, worried that she'd upset this handsome, popular jock, offered to at least get him off.

But Dexter wouldn't accept a handjob. "I need you," he'd pleaded.

"I'm a virgin," Eden had protested. "And I'm not on the pill."

"But I love you," he'd urged. "And I promise I'll pull out."

But Eden wouldn't back down. She was saving herself, and besides that she really was scared at this point. Any horniness or arousal she'd been feeling had evaporated, replaced by nothing but fear. Brooke had warned her about how boys got when they were this horny, and that they were capable of anything.

Seeking something to defuse the situation, she offered to give Dexter a blowjob. She'd never given one to anyone other than me, but she HAD to give him something.

So she blew him. And he ALMOST came. But just before they got to that point, Dexter shoved Eden back, ripped away her panties, and tried to mount her. She fought him off as best she could, finally scratching his cheek and kneeing him in the stomach. And then she managed to open the passenger door and scramble out, running the two blocks back to the party, where she called home for our parents to pick them up.

Dexter never bothered to come back to the party and Eden was visibly upset with a torn blouse and running makeup. The rumors whipped around the party like wildfire, each telling more outlandish than the last. Some boy overheard Eden telling her friends that Dexter tore her panties off, and then for the rest of the time before Dad arrived, boys kept trying to sneak a look up her skirt. She'd just gotten assaulted and other boys were now trying to sneak peeks? Boys just disgusted her right now.

Dad got the twins home. They told their story and even called Brooke home from her own date. And then they'd cuddled up and waited for the rest of the family to come home from Berkeley.

"Why didn't anyone tell us?" I asked heatedly. It took conscious effort on my part not to squeeze Eden too hard, given that my fists were clenched and I was thinking of all the terrible things I could do to Dexter.

Brooke sighed. "They didn't want you to panic and do something stupid, Ben. You were already driving home the next day. The last thing they wanted was for you to drive like a demon and get everyone killed in a stupid accident."

I frowned. "I did just fine when I drove after Dawn that one time."

"That one time is exactly why Mom didn't call you," Brooke drawled.

I snarled and then stood up again. Only now did I realize that at some point during Eden's story, Brandi had also slipped into the room. But my looks went to Adrienne and Brooke and I asked Brooke, "Do you think they're still at the courts?"

"Ben, don't," Brandi warned.

"Ben, please," Eden whimpered.

"What?" I growled. "This punk has GOT to know he can't mess with my family!"

"He's not a threat anymore," Brandi urged. "Didn't you hear Eden's story? Think about it. He knows he blew any chance he's got of sleeping with her or Emma, or probably any of their friends, at least for now. Every girl he goes out with for the next few months will know about this story, and while some of them might give him the benefit of doubt, he won't go near the twins again."

"Oh, he certainly won't go near them once I'm through with him. He won't even be able to walk."

"Ben! Please," Brandi urged. "I know you're trying to be a big brother but you're 19 and he's a minor. It's assault if you touch him."

"I don't care! Throw me in jail! I will NOT let him get off scot free!"

Brandi sighed. "Maybe not scot free. But Mom was right; we don't need you going off half-cocked and doing something stupid right now. You're tired, you're stressed, and you didn't get much sleep last night."

Adrienne touched my arm. "She's right."

"Fuck that!" Brooke growled. "Go kick his ass!"

"That's two to two," Emma pointed out.

"This isn't a democracy!" I barked at Emma. "This is my call!"

"No. It's Eden's call," Adrienne said softly. Then she sat down in my old spot and hugged her adoptive baby sister. "Eden, sweetie. What do you want to do right now."

Eden sniffled. And in the shyest, most innocent voice, she whimpered, "I just want my brother to hold me."

All sense of fight flew out of me. My heart went out to her and I quickly moved back to the bed. Adrienne moved out of the way and let me climb onto the bed. I wrapped my arm around my baby sister's back, cuddling her up against my side. And Eden whimpered and went back to hugging herself against my chest.

"I'm here, kiddo," I told her confidently while squeezing her tightly. "Nothing bad can happen to you now."

We met as a family for dinner, and while Eden was still far less talkative than normal, she was feeling much better. Having her entire family around her was doing wonders for her sense of calm.

After dinner, we six "kids" congregated once again in the twins' bedroom. And one-by-one, we shared our stories as well. Eden had to know that she wasn't the only one to have gone through something like this. She had to know it wasn't her fault. And she had to know that she would recover.

We got started because the twins wanted to know about Drew Walker, Dexter's older brother. I started to explain before Brooke cut me off, stating, "It's my story to tell."

Brooke then laid out how she'd succumbed to the same dreams of popularity and a handsome jock. The parallels between her story and Eden's were chilling, but they'd even gone a step further. Brooke wasn't a virgin at the time, and she admitted that she'd willingly slept with Drew at a party. But Brooke cautioned that boys try to get more than you give them, and sometimes they even spring surprises on you in the hopes that you'll just go along with it. Brooke then explained about Marco. And she told the twins how, when she was helpless, Drew had sodomized her over her objections.

"What happened to him?"

Brooke blushed and told the twins about Adrienne and me picking a fight with Drew and Marco, ultimately leading to our suspensions. The twins remembered that we'd been suspended for fighting, but never knew exactly why. Now, it all made sense to them.

I smiled at the memory. That week of suspension had put Adrienne and me on the path to getting back together. And when I looked up at Adrienne, I found that she was smiling and looking at me as well. Things hadn't worked out romantically for us in the end, but we were still together in our own way.

"Whatever happened to Drew after that?" I wondered aloud.

Brooke smirked. "I wondered about that myself. I never really knew after he left for college. But just a couple of weeks ago, one of my friends at UCLA told me she heard he'd gotten kicked off the basketball team for doing drugs."

"Steroids?" I arched an eyebrow.

Brooke shook her head. "Weed." She smirked. "Turns out he wasn't a good enough player to get away with it. Seems his lateral mobility was never the same after Adrienne's kick."

Adrienne grinned, Brooke chuckled, and I had a smile of my own.

But when the room quieted down again, Eden said, "Okay, that's Brooke's story. But you guys mentioned that weekend when Ben just disappeared and drove up to Dawn's place. What happened to Dawn?"

I took a deep breath, looked at my sisters around me, and then nodded. This one was my story to tell.

If the twins were freaked out by the idea of Drew Walker, a guy Brooke had willingly slept with, going further than she wanted, they were terrified by the story of Mark Everson and Dawn. Drew was an upperclassman and a popular jock; the twins knew they needed to be careful with how far they let a guy like that go.

But Mark had been a 'nice guy'. And while the twins could see how a consensual encounter might get out of hand like with Drew and Brooke or with Dexter and Eden, they couldn't comprehend someone like Mark deliberately drugging Dawn and then raping her while she was barely conscious. Right then and there, the twins swore they would never accept a drink from anyone else ever again.

But just when I thought the twins were horrified enough, Eden asked Adrienne what she'd felt like when Adam was raping her. They still vividly remembered the story I'd told them after Adam showed up the past summer.

Adrienne squirmed at first, but she went on to talk about how she felt helpless and that no one would believe her. She talked about how she hadn't had a loving family around her for support. She would have LOVED to have this kind of gathering, the way we were having right now. But it wasn't there for her when she needed it. "Never hesitate to get your family involved, girls," Adrienne told them. "You have people who love you and will move heaven and earth to protect you. Ben's already willing to get thrown in jail for what Dexter did to you, Eden. Imagine how far he'd go if someone did worse? Don't ever think that we won't believe you or that we can't help. There's ALWAYS something we can do as a family and you are NEVER alone."

The twins solemnly nodded their understanding, with wide eyes and serious expressions. The room went silent as we all pondered everything that had been said this evening.

And then out of the silence, Brandi spoke. "One of Dad's coworkers molested me when I was fourteen."

Adrienne, Brooke, and I stared straight over at Brandi in shock. We'd never heard of this before and our mouths gaped open in surprise. The twins looked confused. To them, this was news, of course. But then, it ALL had been new to them.

Staring off into space, a tear rolled down Brandi's eye as she sank onto Emma's bed. Adrienne was quickly beside her with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Brandi was wringing her hands together and hunched over, looking at the floor as she whimpered, "I've never told anyone this before. Not even Mom and Dad. I didn't think they'd believe me. I thought I was alone. So I never said a word."

"Ohmigod," Brooke breathed.

"Mom and Dad were hosting a barbecue on Fourth of July, so I was what, 14 and 3 months? Just a few months older than you," Brandi said while looking at the twins. "I don't even know who the guy was. I don't know if he was Dad's boss or just a coworker or even the janitor. But we were running out of paper plates and I volunteered to get more out of the closets in the garage. He volunteered to go with me."

I moved closer to Brandi and knelt on the floor in front of her, holding her hands and staring straight into her eyes. She stared right back at me and said the rest right to me. "It all happened so fast. The plates were on a high shelf and I was getting a step ladder, but he offered to just lift me up. It never occurred to me that he was tall enough to grab them on his own. So he lifted me, and the next thing I knew his hands were on my breasts. He started nibbling on my neck and pawing at me. I was so terrified I couldn't even scream. I didn't fight back. I was just scared stiff. He must have thought that meant I was okay with it or something because then one of his hands was inside my shorts as he was rubbing my pussy. He started to put a finger inside me but he hit my cherry and he let out this big groan and started rubbing himself against my back. Only then did I finally dart away and he just let me run off."

"Oh, Brandi..." Adrienne groaned in agony, no doubt reliving some of her own nightmares.

"I spent the rest of the party in my room. I don't even know what happened to him after that. I was too scared to tell anybody."

Still holding Brandi's hands, I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Brandi. I'm sorry I wasn't brother enough for you back then. I'm sorry for a lot of things. But I promise you that I'm here now. I will ALWAYS be here for you, no matter what."

Still crying, Brandi nodded and then pulled me to her. We hugged while she hooked her chin over my shoulder and clutched me tightly. A second later, Adrienne was hugging her from behind. And right after that, Brooke was wrapped around us as well. And all of us where whispering how we were a family and how we'd always support each other.

From behind me, Eden and Emma were whispering to themselves. And when we older kids finally broke apart, the twins looked seriously at us and said in unison, "We are NEVER going to be alone with a guy ever again."

It was Monday morning when Adrienne came into my bedroom, still clad in her pajamas. With everything else that was going on, one new arrangement that had turned out in my favor was that Brandi invited Adrienne to share her bedroom for the break and therefore leave me to my own bedroom. If Adrienne was bothered by the musical beds and not having a permanent room in our house, she didn't show it. I think she was just happy to have a family to come home to, period. Plus, I think Brandi wanted Adrienne to share the full-size bed at night for occasional comfort sex through the next four weeks.

Apparently last night was one of them. Adrienne was looking sensually gorgeous, as usual, clad in a silky, thin pajama set that clung to her curves like a second skin. The short robe over the top kept the ensemble from being too scorchingly hot, but I still had a clear outline of her big breasts and pokey nipples. And as she sat on the bed beside me, my sex-attuned nose picked up the scent of female pussy juices.

"Morning," Adrienne said sweetly while I cracked an eye open and elbowed myself up. I'd already been awake, but hadn't rolled out of bed yet. "Sleep well?" she asked.

I looked at the clock to see that it was almost 10am. Our parents would already be at work and it was the first time I'd been able to sleep in past 7am. "Apparently I did," I replied, nodding to the clock. "Much better than last night."

Adrienne nodded. "It's been an intense weekend for all of us."

"You didn't seem to have problems sleeping."

She gave me a Cheshire smile. "Well, Brandi and I helped each other get to sleep."

I grinned. "I'll bet." And then I sighed and let my head fall back against the pillow.

"You know," Adrienne drawled. "I was thinking that sleep isn't the only thing you've been lacking lately..."

"Hmm?" I arched an eyebrow with my eyes still closed, still working on waking up completely. But before I could say anything further, I felt Adrienne's hand sliding up my legs, but on top of the covers, until she eventually centered over my crotch and began rubbing lightly.

Now my eyes did open and I propped myself up on my elbows again. Adrienne was already dragging my covers down my body and leaning over to extract my cock from my pajama pants. This position let her tits hang downward and almost fall out of her scooped top, giving me a tantalizing view of her cleavage. And if I wasn't hard before, I was getting really, really hard now.

"You don't have to," I said softly.

"Of course not," Adrienne replied to my cock, stroking it up and down while her lips parted. "You know I do this because I want to. I want to do it for you, to give you some relief. But I also want to do it for me. I've been so busy with these modeling shoots and you've been so busy with the Tri-Delts that it's been a looong time since I got to play with Big Ben here."

I groaned as Adrienne's expert stroking had me stiff as steel. And I groaned again when she bent down and took me into her mouth. "You can play with him whenever the hell you want..."

"Mmm-hmm..." Adrienne hummed around a mouthful of prick. She relaxed her throat and then took me all the way inside, sealing her lips around the base of my cock and sucking hard. And then she popped back up and grinned while stroking me rapidly. "Brandi made me feel really good both last night and this morning, but I've got this itch deep inside me that only you can ever fill. Think you can help me with that, Tiger?"

"Over and over again," I grinned.

"Goody!" Adrienne grinned right back and swiftly stood up next to the bed. Without bothering with the tops of her pajamas, she shimmied out of her pants and panties and dropped them to the floor. The scent of aroused woman hit me full force as she scrambled onto the bed and straddled my hips. We'd done this hundreds of times and I was already in position, holding my cock aloft in my right hand while grabbing her hip with my left. And then with the precise control of a NASA shuttle operator capturing a satellite, I guided her into position and notched my head into her folds.

One lunge and we were joined. Adrienne arched her spine, threw her blonde head back, and sighed, "Aaaaaahhh..." while feeling my prod rubbing against that itchy spot seven-and-three-quarter inches inside her body.

Her pussy muscles milked me for a few seconds, clenching and unclenching in a rippling motion that felt like a third hand. And when Adrienne's exhalation gave out she inhaled again and sat up straight, bending her head to mine and wrapping me up in a passionate nuclear kiss. And in the sweet taste of her lips and the heavenly feeling of being inside her, I felt the past few days' worth of tension melt away.

After everything we'd been through, Adrienne was still together with me. Through the seductions and relationships and breakups and questions about sexual orientation, we still found each other when we needed to. She was right: for her and me, "sibling" was better than "romantic partner". We had all of the love and none of the expectations or disappointments.

"Fuck me, Tiger," Adrienne breathed right in my face with her eyes closed. My ears heard, 'I love you, Ben'. "Fuck me," she repeated.

Her legs were doing most of the work, flexing to move her body up and down my pole while she gripped my shoulders in her hands. My own hands roved around her hips and squeezed her buttcheeks, guiding her motions side-to-side in addition to her vertical humping. I pushed my face forward into her cleavage, licking and suckling the exposed skin of her upper chest. But it wasn't enough for me and I soon slipped my hands beneath her pajama top and started lifting upwards.

Adrienne helped me by first shrugging out of the robe, letting it drag off her arms before I whipped the silky top over her head and then yanked my own T-shirt off as well. That left us both completely naked, and this time when I buried my face in her cleavage, there was nothing keeping my lips and hands from those glorious G-cup melons that I delighted in playing with.

Adrienne crooned happily while I nursed at her swollen nipple. Once again, I got a momentary mental thrill at the idea of suckling breastmilk out of her, fucking up into her body a little harder and spurring myself toward filling her womb with my potent sperm. And she also started fucking back at me with greater enthusiasm.

"You like that, Tiger? You like sucking on my big titties? Feel how nice and firm they are. Taste the sweat off my heaving breasts. Smother yourself in my titflesh!"

"Mmm-hmm!" I mumbled enthusiastically.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Adrienne sighed. "Fuck me harder! Does it feel good? Does my pussy feel tight around you? I know you've been nailing younger girls, thinner girls. Were their pussies tight? Did they feel like virgins? Are you still happy with mine?"

"Fuck yeah," I grunted and gripped her hips, fucking myself into Adrienne's cunt with increased power.

"Oh, FUCK! Fuck me, Tiger!" Adrienne squealed. "Feel my pussy clenching around you. Do those girls know how to do this? Can they squeeze you and caress you like I can? If not, maybe I should teach them. Whaddaya say, can you set up some threesomes with us, Tiger? Can we both fuck you at the same time so I can help teach them how to please you? Will you let me eat out their pretty pussies while you fill my asshole from behind? Huh? Does that sound like fun?"

"Oh, FUCK!" I grunted and really started kicking my hips off the mattress, driving my cock upwards and deeper into her spasming channel.

"Fuck me!" Adrienne cried.

"Ugh!"

"FUCK ME!"

"UGH!"

"I'm cumming! Cum in me! CUM IN ME!"

"UGH!!!"

"AAAAHHHH!" Adrienne arched her spine, threw her blonde head back, and screamed this time. Her body jerked as her climax shot through her like a lightning bolt. And I was cumming at the same time.

"Ughhhh!" I grunted. My body fired jet after jet of cum up and into her body, squirting days' worth of built-up semen out of balls that were used to firing a minimum of three times a day. And I wrapped my arms around her torso and shoved my face into her massive tits while Adrienne screamed and clutched my head tightly against her chest.

Eventually, our orgasms passed and I flopped onto my back, taking Adrienne with me. My cock was still inside her and she wound up laying her head on my chest, breathing rapidly while we both panted after our exertions. And cuddling together, we both smiled happily.

Adrienne only had the one orgasm and she didn't pass out. But I knew from the buzzing chemistry we felt and the wave of happiness pouring out from her that she was far from disappointed.

Dawn was right: the most important part of sexual satisfaction for a girl was not orgasm, but the connection to the person they were with. And as I lay content and happy with only one girl in my arms, Adrienne, I realized that just maybe, it was the same for me, too.