Life of Justin Thyme by prince charles

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Life of Justin Thyme

Written by prince charles

22nd September 2015

http://xossip.com/showthread.php?t=1396071

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Life of Justin Thyme

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This story is a tribute to my friend who passed away last year. So, i want everyone of xossip to read this story.
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My parents had a weird sense of humor! My name is Justin, and my twin sister is Rosemary. The last name? Thyme. I guess I should be grateful. They could have named me Sage or Parsley. Needless to say, those names were an albatross about our necks the whole time we were growing up. They didn't keep us from having friends, but the constant teasing grew old a long time ago.

I'm nothing special, just your run of the mill high school senior nerd/tech geek, slight of stature and build. I ran cross-country and the two mile in track, but otherwise was not in to sports all that much. Rosemary on the other hand was into volleyball and soccer, having played soccer since she was 5 years old. I started playing then, too, but I got bored with it early on. I was much more interested in taking things apart to see why they worked, which had disastrous consequences when I took apart our brand new projection TV, back when they were the new thing on the market.

Fortunately, the TV repair guy was able to put it back together. I hadn't broken anything. In fact, I had laid the pieces out so neatly it was easy for him. He let me watch what he was doing with the absolute promise I would never take apart anything else in the house. He saved my life when he told my father how neatly I had done everything, and promised to bring by some electronics that had been deemed unrepairable or unworthy of repair so I could tinker on them. I think I was eight at the time.

When I was twelve I started riding my bike over to his shop and he let me "work" with him on repairing things, and taught me how to read a schematic and to use electrical meters and other tools. By the time I was fifteen I could work on about anything, and had a room full of gadgets and an awesome sound system; All of which I had either rebuilt, or in some cases built up from scratch for myself.

I started building out sets for friends and selling them, which made me some nice pocket change, and a name for myself. Plus, I started working at Jim's Electronics as soon as I was legal at 16. Our school had a great Industrial Arts program, with a variety of course tracks we could follow.

Woodworking and Architectural Drafting didn't interest me, and the Electronics/Electrical classes were all very elementary to me, but I took them anyway, just because Dave Hulvey, the teacher was a cool guy, and he had a cute daughter. Mr. Hulvey knew his class was not going to teach me anything, so he allowed me to use the equipment and design and build my own computer as a class project, provided also helped mentor some of the other kids in the class. I pulled an A in the class with no problems, and came out with what at the time was a better computer than you could buy off the shelf. Some of the things I had in there didn't come out on the market for two years.

What really made me the hero as far as Janelle, Mr. Hulvey's daughter was concerned was when I rescued the Junior Class Play. On Thursday evening, right after school, during dress rehearsal the sound system blew, and there was no way to call someone in to work on it. Actually, the system was older than Methusaluh's housecat, and should have been given a good Christian burial a long time ago. It used TUBES for goodness sake! I was in the electronics room tinkering on my computer when Janelle came running in looking for her father.

"Where's Daddy, Justin?"

"He left early. Said he was taking your mother out tonight to celebrate their anniversary."

"Oh, no. I forgot! Now, what do we do?" She sat down in her dad's chair and held her face in her hands and started crying.

"Hey, now. What's the problem?"

"The sound system in the auditorium died. We can't go on with the dress rehearsal without sound, and we really need the rehearsal."

"Want me to take a look?"

"Can you do anything with it? Would you be allowed?"

I smirked. "With that old thing? I don't know, but I can take a look."

Janelle slumped her shoulders as she stood up. "I guess it can't hurt. You can't break it any worse than it already is." Slowly she walked out of the room as I gathered a few tools and followed a few seconds later. Walking behind her was never a chore anyway! I loved watching her ass move as she walked. She was so dejected I don't even think she was aware I was following, otherwise I would have been busted.

When I arrived in the sound booth/projection room of the auditorium Mrs. Sylvester was flipping switches and pushing buttons vainly trying to get some life out of the box somehow. "Hi, Mrs. Sylvester. Mind if I take a look at it for you?"

"Do you know anything about these?"

"Not much about one that old. Mostly I deal with electronics, but it can't be too hard to figure out the problem. If it is just a tube it will be no problem, if we have one around." When she stepped out of the way I knelt down on the floor and pulled the cabinet out to where I could get a good look at it. I already knew it wasn't a tube. The smell of burnt wiring was strong in the room. "Janelle, why don't you find a way to prop that door open? Breathing these fumes can't be good for us."

Janelle propped open the door as I opened the access panel. "You know, this system is older than I am! I'm amazed it still worked." I took one look at the charred wiring inside the box and closed the panel back up. "I'm sorry, but this system is dead. The capacitor overheated and caught fire, burning the wiring out. I'm surprised it didn't set off the alarm and sprinklers!"

Janelle slumped to the floor and started crying. She had finally won the lead role, and was devastated by the news. Without the sound system there was no way to go on with the dress rehearsal, and it was doubtful they could find another system and get it installed in time for the first performance Friday night. I started looking around at the sound board and what they had available and jotted down some notes on the back of a program the sound operator was using.

"If I can get a ride to my house I can get you back up and running for rehearsal tonight, and I can have a better system in place for you to use tomorrow night. Tonight will be rather jury-rigged, but it will let you rehearse."

Janelle jumped up from the floor and threw her arms around me. "Really, can you do that?"

"I'll need about an hour before I can have you going tonight, and then I'll need to work on it afterwards and during the day tomorrow. Can you get me out of classes, Mrs. Sylvester?"

"If you can get us operating classes will be no problem!"

"I'll drive you home, if that's OK, Mrs. Sylvester?" At her nod Janelle and I hurried out to her car, and she drove me home. I sat there basically tongue-tied, riding all alone with my crush, who I don't think even knew I existed before now. When we arrived I asked her if she would please come in with me and help me gather what was needed and to carry it out. I should have asked a couple of the guys to come along but I'm really glad I didn't. They would have been a help, but they also would have been in the way. Not that I was going to do anything. I was much too shy to try.

When we walked into my bedroom Janelle's eyes bugged out. "Whoa! Where did you get all this stuff? You've got more electronics than some stores!" She looked at me suspiciously at first.

"Most of it I have either rebuilt, or some of it I built from scratch. You like?"

She walked around looking, especially at my stereo set up. "What is all this stuff, anyway?"

"Well, there is a pre-amp, an amplifier, an equalizer, a receiver, turn-table, tape deck, an old eight-track I kept just for fun, a five disk CD player, a mixer, a couple of older game systems, a VCR, and a DVD player. The pre-amp, amplifier, and the mixer I built myself because I didn't like the sound quality of what I had. The speakers," I pointed up to the corners of the room and to the subwoofer against the far wall, "are custom. I built them myself for the room size and acoustics. I also designed my own surround sound to fit the room."

"It's amazing! I never saw anything like it! Can I hear it?"

"Quickly. We don't have much time if you want to have your rehearsal." I plugged in Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, not because I thought she would like it, but because I wanted to show off the sound. "Here, sit at my desk. That is where the sound is best for right now. When I go to bed I adjust it to the other side of the room."

"You can do that?"

"Sure. It's not that hard."

"Right! That's why everyone has a setup like this!" The sarcasm fairly dripped as she spoke. Just then those famous opening notes boomed out and her jaw dropped open. As the first movement opened up and the themes were presented she looked at me in awe. "I feel like I'm in the orchestra pit itself! I don't really like classical, but I could like this!"

"Close your eyes and sit quietly now." I stopped the Fifth Symphony and slipped in the disk for Pachelbel's Canon in D Major. As the richness of the quiet tones poured from the speakers Janelle just melted into the chair. Since it is a fairly short piece I allowed her to just enjoy its beauty while I gathered other equipment we would need.

"That was awesome," Janelle whispered as the last notes faded from our ears. I, who am an audiophile, sometimes forget how good I have it, and to see someone I like so much overwhelmed by the beauty thrills me. "I wish I had a setup like this."

"We had better get moving if we are going to be able to have your rehearsal. Can you grab that box and carry it out? I'll carry out this equipment." It took me two trips to get out what I needed. Janelle followed me back in for the second trip, although I didn't need her to carry anything. When we stepped into my room she pushed the door closed and gave me a big hug and kiss that curled my toes. "I just wanted to say thank you for doing this for me. And thank you for sharing your music." She gave me another kiss, just a soft one this time, but it was very nice just the same. The feeling of her in my arms, and her soft breasts against my chest stayed in my memory and fueled my imaginations for a long time. All the work I was doing was well worthwhile for that kiss.

When we returned to the school I asked Mrs. Sylvester to have a table and some extension cords brought down to the front of the auditorium. I quickly set up a temporary sound control station and ran some cables to either side of the stage and placed a speaker at each side. "This is not sufficient for your performance, by any means," I told Mrs. Sylvester, "but it should be sufficient for you to rehearse. I have some other equipment I can bring back later, but I'm going to have to hang new speakers in the auditorium and run new cables. What is in here now is too outdated for me to use with my gear. If I tried to hook the old speakers up to my amps and turn any power through them they would blow, and the old cables have so much impedance the sound is bad. It is past time for it to be updated. Would it be possible to have a couple of the guys cut class tomorrow to help me run the cable and set things up? We're going to be close on getting it all done in time."

Mrs. Sylvester agreed to arrange for two of the actors to work with me each hour of the school day, and OK'd my request to buy the cable I needed for the sound. I know it was not in the budget, but she was getting free labor and expertise. Much of the equipment we would need I had already, and had refurbished it to better than when it was new. I wouldn't give it to them, but the price was much lower than what they would be able to purchase at much lesser quality. Mrs. Sylvester was a little concerned about OK'ing purchases without going through the normal process, so we left it that if the Board of Education did not want to buy the equipment after the performance I would remove it again, and all they would be out would be the cost of the cable. I was very confident they would not want to hire contractors to replace everything after I had already put it in place at no charge. The things a kid will do for a kiss from a pretty girl!

The rehearsal went very well, and everyone was amazed at the better sound coming from a jury-rigged setup with just two small speakers. Janelle kept going on and on about the system in my room, and how good it sounded. I had several people ask if I would build systems for them, so it looked like I would generate some good business from doing this good deed. I wished I had time to build out a balanced system for the auditorium, but that was not going to be possible. The time constraint was too great, and the expense would not be approved I knew. I could still provide a much improved system though that would serve the school well for a long time.

I had no intention of attending the performance Friday night, but after setting up the new soundboard and amplifier in the sound booth and showing it to Mr. Purdy, who ran the old soundboard, he just shook his head. "Justin, there is no way I can run a board like that. You've got more gadgets and do-dads on that board than Carter's got liver pills. You're going to have to stay around and run it until you can teach me what to do." I couldn't very well just drop it on them and then leave, so Friday night found me back at the school, as did Saturday night.

I will say this for Mrs. Sylvester: She publicly thanked me and Jim's Electronics for getting the sound system up and running, saving the show. She also recommended my services to anyone wanting special sound setups, which led to more phone calls for estimates than I could handle. Just-in-Thyme Custom Electronics was born as a result, which was not bad for a 16 year old kid. I never got another kiss from Janelle, though.

I'm a bit of a late bloomer, and while I've always been interested in girls, I never took the time to pursue them. I was so busy with school, running, work, and my business that girls kind of took a back seat. It was in the spring of our senior year that I got a wake-up call, and it was Rosemary that gave it to me. Although twins, we were definitely fraternal twins. We had so little in common that some didn't even believe we were related at first.

For one thing, she is the spitting image of Mom, less 23 years. To look at Mom you know Rosemary is going to look great at 41 also. She has red-gold hair that is naturally curly, but not frizzy like a lot of red-heads are. She doesn't have freckles either, but she does have piercing green eyes that seem to reach out and grab you. Years of playing soccer and volleyball have kept her in great shape. She is somewhat reserved and quiet, but yet friendly to everyone, and doesn't have an enemy that I know of. Not a great beauty, but not one you would want to put a bag over her head either. Just a normal girl.

Me on the other hand? I look like Dad. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, but neither is it anything that will get me on the cover of GQ or any other magazine. I'm a tall 5'6" in my shoes, and I weigh a whole 128 lbs of wiry muscle. Running has kept me lean and fit, but I'm no prize that the girls are clamoring for either. My hair, instead of an attractive red-gold like hers, mine was a flat, dull, straight, brown.

Rosemary and I love each other, but we really don't have all that much in common, so we don't spend all that much time together. It wasn't until the week before our 18th birthday that I had an epiphany. It was on the Friday before our birthday on the next Tuesday, and we had no school because of a teacher's workday. Rosemary had a couple of her friends over in the afternoon to swim and sun. (Here in southern Arizona we keep our pool open all year.) I walked out of my room, where I had the music blasting, to get a Coke when Rosemary's door opened across the hall and Susie walked out in her bikini, headed to the pool. Now, Susie won't be seen on the cover of Sports Illustrated, or one of the inside pages either, but still, she was female, not ugly, and did I mention the bikini?

"Oh, Hi, Justin! Say, can you show me your sound system? I've wanted to see it since you fixed the system at school." When she put her hand on my arm I swallowed hard and just nodded. We stepped into my room, and she oohed over all the stuff. "Janelle told me you played a really beautiful piece of music for her and you had her sitting where the sound was optimized. She has been trying to match it ever since, but she can't. What did you play?"

"Oh, that piece. Yeah, Pachelbel's Canon. It's one of my favorites for when I want to sit and think. Sit here at my desk, and I'll put it on for you." She sat down in my desk chair and leaned back to watch as I put the CD into the player and reset the surround sound. One of the AC vents is right over the desk chair, and the AC kicked on right then. I noticed two bumps appearing on the front of her top from the chilled air. "Lean your head back and close your eyes. Just let the music envelope you." And let me stare at your pokies without being caught perving! I watched as the music washed over her, and saw her relax and go with the music, her nipples poking out the front of her bikini, and the thought struck me that three girls had been changing into their swimwear just right across the hall from me. What could I do to watch? I'd have to give this some real thought.

The music stopped, and Susie stood up with a dreamy look in her eyes. Pachelbel can do that to you if you really get into it. It's very introspective. The other girls came out of Rosemary's room just then, and Susie turned to leave with them, but stopped and gave me a hug and said "Thanks." Maybe I was on to something else. Two girls listening to my sound system, two hugs. Coincidence? Probably, but still a nice thought.

Rosemary and Stephanie looked into the room in passing, and I knew for sure Mom and Dad weren't home! There was no way Rosemary was wearing THAT bathing suit with them around! I said something about it, and Rosemary did a little pirouette in the hallway. "You like it? Good. I'll have to take it to the lake on Memorial Day, then."

"You're actually going to wear that in public?" squealed Steph. Rosemary just grinned and walked on down the hall. I know she is my sister, but WOW! I had to adjust myself just as soon as Susie got out of sight. I had been about half hard already from looking at her pokies, but Rosemary finished it off. Now I had to get thinking about seeing into her room. I know, I know, I'm creepy, but c'est la vie.

With the girls out of the house I snuck into Rosemary's room to see if I could get any ideas. While there I might have taken a peek at their underwear just to see what size bras they wore. Rosemary's is a 36C. Anyway, I didn't see anything special about the room, not that I really expected to. We didn't have an adjoining wall or any connection. I was just fishing for ideas. All I saw was the typical girl's room with posters of guys she thought were hot, makeup on her dresser, and a bunch of stuffed animals. She isn't geeky like me and isn't into technology or anything. In fact, all she had for music was a clock radio! She had an iPod with earbuds on her bed table, but that was it. Major contrast between our rooms, and that is for sure! Mine was packed with all sorts of technology. Somehow I had to make that work for.

I went back to my room and sat down at my desk with the internet open, but I just stared at the home page. I restarted Pachelbel and thought. What was there about her room, about her in general that I could use? She was an athlete, but still somewhat of a girly girl. It had to be something unobtrusive, something she would accept without thought or hesitation. How could I introduce technology in such a manner it wouldn't tip her off or that she wouldn't reject outright. I had offered to build her a stereo system of her own, but she was not interested. Her iPod and radio were more than sufficient for what she wanted. She had a laptop, but rarely used it other than for homework. Her posters were a non-starter for sure. What could you do with a poster?
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I ruled out doing something with her mirror, although the thought was appealing. It was to easily detected, and there would be no doubt as to the source. The only other thing in her room was her stuffed animals. Most girls outgrew them long before now, but she still liked having them around as decoration. But what could one do with a stuffed animal. I was stumped.

I clicked on Facebook and found a link for a tetchy friend of mine about security and I found the answer! Nanny cams! Several were designed as stuffed animals for surveillance in your children's rooms, but the animals were obviously designed for little children. I needed something much better than that, and I needed a way to be certain the camera would remain in a place with good visibility. Some of the new cameras are quite small and still have high resolution. The camera itself was not going to be the issue, the vehicle was. Quickly I took a look outside to be certain the girls would not be returning soon and surprise me and scurried back across the hall to Rosemary's room.

There was a wide variety of creatures represented, with bears predominating. Some were obviously well loved, and worn, but those were older ones, from when she was much younger. Several were fairly recent, though, and these were of a much higher quality, with near lifelike fur. Now all I had to do was find one that would fit in, and a way to keep it in a predominate place. I hurried back to my room, grabbed my keys, and took off for the mall. Normally, you cannot pay me to go to the mall, but today I had a mission.

It took some looking, trying to find something that one: would catch her eye and she would like, and two: would be adaptable, to allow me to insert a miniature camera. I wandered about in toy stores, specialty shops, import stores, department stores and any place else I thought I might find something. I didn't find a thing that fit either of my criteria, let alone both. Finally in the last store I talked with a cute young lady, who tried hard to find me what I needed. I didn't tell her about the camera, just that I wanted something beyond the average. It was she who suggested I try the gift shop at the zoo. Bingo!

I hurried over to the zoo and as soon as I walked into the door I saw it! I found a koala bear made from rabbit fur, so it had a lifelike look and feel to it. In fact, I almost didn't want to put it in the bag. To go along with the lifelike fur it had glass eyes. I was sure I could make them work for the camera. It was pricey, but I didn't worry about the price. I was buying myself a present as well as my sister. In fact, I felt badly that she really wasn't getting anything that benefited her at all. I needed to think on this a bit also.

I walked in the door from the garage, hoping to make it to my room without Rosemary seeing the bag from the zoo, but the girls were just coming in from the pool. They had obviously gone for a swim after sun-baking, because they were wet, and the air conditioning chilled them instantly after being in the sun. I was immediately faced with three girls with nipples protruding beautifully in their bikinis. Of course, they all saw the bag in my hand and wanted to know what was in it. I would not say, of course, but it caused them to stand in front of me for longer than they would have otherwise. I don't think they realized the tantalizing show they were giving me, but I had to regretfully break off the encounter before they saw something poking from my shorts.

I was hurrying up the stairs, when Rosemary helped solve my dilemma. "Justin, I forgot to ask you earlier, but my iPod isn't working right. Could you look at it for me?"

"Sure. Give it to me at supper and I'll see what's up." I hurried on to my room, feeling a great need to relieve some pressure, and then to work on Rosemary's present. I had only an hour until I had to go to Jim's Electronics to work until 9. I know, great way for a high school senior to spend Friday nights, but like I said, I'm a late bloomer, and I loved what I was doing there. First, after being sure my door was locked I carefully opened up the back of the koala bear's head and removed the stuffing sufficiently to see the back of the eyes. As I had thought they would do well for installing the camera, and as an added bonus, the nose was a perforated leather to feel lifelike, and it would work very well to install a microphone, so I could hear what was going on as well.

I had no more than closed my door before Susie started giggling. "Did you see Justin's eyes? When he saw our nipples start poking from the AC I thought he was going to lose it." Stephanie gasped and instinctively covered her breasts with her hands, even though I was already gone. She blushed a bright red. Susie just gave her a smirk. "You should have seen him when I was listening to his sound system. Don't get me wrong, I really liked it, and could sit there and listen a lot longer, but his chair is right under the AC, and when it came on I felt myself start poking. He tried hard to hide it, but he couldn't quit looking. He told me to relax and close my eyes while the music was playing, so I pretended to. I don't think he took his eyes off my boobs for a second, and he was popping a pretty good stiffy that I enjoyed looking at."

"I don't know how you can do that, Susie! I'd die of embarrassment!"

"Actually, it kind of turns me on to know I'm bothering him. I like teasing guys without them knowing that's what I'm doing."

Jim was really good to work for, and we had established a very good rapport. Due to all of the business I had brought him he paid me very well, plus I could purchase anything I wanted at his cost. Also, any electronics that came in for repair that were replaced under warranted out he allowed me to take after the manufacturer had OK disposal. This is where I had started my collection, and where I was able to scavenge parts to either upgrade or to replace defective components. He had also learned he could trust me to pay him for whatever I got, and a couple of times had allowed me to pay him over time for some rather expensive toys. Tonight, I was going to be putting together a little shopping list again. This time, though I had to tell him a little bit of a fib about the camera. I was going to tell him it was for a drone I was building. I really wasn't, but it was on my "to-do" list, and we had talked about it in the past. I knew it would go over OK.

I found a Bose Wave system with a multiple CD changer and a docking station for her iPod. It was last year's model, so Bose gave us an extra discount on it. I know Jim wanted to move it, and Rosemary wouldn't know the difference between this year's model and last's. Actually, unless you are really into this stuff you wouldn't either. I planned to attach the koala to the Bose system, and use the koala's pouch to hold the iPod docking station. I had checked, and it would fit just right.

The camera system was a different matter. The one I had wanted was out of stock, and there was no way I could get a used one. They just didn't seem to break. In the long run, it worked out just fine. I found another unit by a different manufacturer that I could make function nearly as well, and it was a bit less expensive. I'd see how this worked, and then if I ever had need to do something like this again I could upgrade if I thought it worthwhile. The camera was slightly larger than the one I had wanted, but it also allowed for real time WiFi capability, so I could actually watch it live, rather than using a DVR setup that I would have to access when Rosemary was out of the room. Hi-Def was an added plus.

At 9 I closed the store and hurried home, anxious to work on the project. I only had three days to put this together and test it before our birthday. Saturday I would be working a full shift, so I didn't have any time to spare. When I walked in the door carrying a box full of assorted gear Rosemary came bouncing down the stairs wearing an old pair of volleyball shorts. You know the kind. Really short, and tight fitting. She also had on a tight tee shirt with no bra. "Here's my iPod, Justin. You forgot you weren't going to be here for dinner didn't you. Was something distracting you?"

I stammered something, I really don't know what, as I tried to look her in the eyes. "Mom and Dad must be out again tonight?"

"Yeah. They won't be in until late. Why?"

"You don't dress like that when they are around is all."

"Oh, this?" She swept her hand up and down in front of her like a model displaying something on TV. I didn't understand what was getting in to her. The bikini she wore this afternoon, and now this, and almost flaunting it in front of me. She often went without a bra if the 'rents weren't home, but tended to stay off to herself when she did. "I just felt like being comfortable. You don't mind do you?" I'm not sure, but it seemed she arched her back just a little jutting her breasts out toward me. It might be my imagination, I'm really not sure.

"Tell me," she said quietly. "Did my bikini look alright on me this afternoon? Do you think any of the guys will notice if I wear it to the lake on Memorial Day?"

"Ok, they'll notice alright. Are you really sure you want to do that?"

Doubt came across her face as she asked plaintively, "Does that mean you don't think I looked good in it?"

"If anything, you looked to good. It was hard to remember you are my sister when I saw you in it."

"Oh, goody! Thank you!" She gave me a big hug and bounced back up the stairs to her room, and I swear I saw a wiggle I don't normally notice from my sister. And, sister or not, that hug felt pretty nice. I didn't even have to play any music for her! As soon as she closed her door I rearranged my pants, and then I walked up to my room and went to work.

Tuesday came around at last, and Mom and Dad took us out to dinner to celebrate our eighteenth birthdays. When desert came, with the requisite off key singing by the wait staff and individual cakes with a candle in the middle, each of our cakes had a key embedded in the icing next to the candle. We both looked at Mom and Dad, puzzled. Dad said, "You two have grown into very responsible young adults. Your mother and I bought a house near the university so you don't have to live in the dorms next year. Those are your keys." (That leads in to a different story for a different time.) He then reached in to his suit coat pocket and pulled out two sets of car keys. "Now these aren't new, but we thought you might like to have some wheels for getting about, and for going to school."

Rosemary squealed, and attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant, as she jumped up and ran around the table to hug Dad, and then Mom. I being the more mature one just sat there with my mouth hanging open.

We had to make a detour on the way home to pick up our new cars. Rosemary got a Volkswagen Beetle, new generation, and I got a Mini Cooper. Both of us were as excited as we could be! As we drove home I reflected on my folks. Both of them make a pretty good buck. Dad is an electrical engineer, and Mom is a Realtor. Even so, this had to have hit their pockets pretty hard. Both of them worked long hours, and I often begrudged them working, but they were not stingy. They didn't try to buy our affection or assuage guilt for their absence by giving us things. They were, and are, very loving, caring, and generous people.

When we got back to the house, Dad asked us to go to the family room, where he opened a bottle of wine. "We couldn't toast your majority at the restaurant, because you aren't 21 yet." He poured four generous portions of an excellent vintage and handed them round. "Here's to two wonderful young people on their eighteenth birthday who make their mother and me very proud. Here's to a long, happy, and prosperous adulthood." We all clinked glasses and sipped our wine. Mom's eyes developed a bit of a leak. Did I mention I love my parents?

When we had drunk our wine I asked them to stay there for a moment, that I had something for Rosemary, and I hurried up to my room. She hurried out of the room right behind me. I grabbed her present and carried it gently back down the stairs to the family room, where she joined us just a moment later.

You know it is funny, that I who can repair the most intricate electronic device, can disassemble and reassemble a computer without looking at any instructions, can design and build my own computers, cannot gift wrap a simple present. No matter how hard I try it always looks a mess. Rosemary giggled at it when I handed it to her, as she always did. I flushed a little bit, embarrassed at the way it looked, but she just laughed at me and said "thanks."

"Don't thank me yet. You don't know but what it is an empty box."

Rosemary quickly opened it, and her eyes went wide as she looked inside to see the koala sitting on the stub of a tree branch fastened to a base, with the Bose Wave radio/cd player. She reached in gently and stroked the fur before removing it from the box to my Mother's "Ohhh!"

"Justin, is it real?"

"No. It looks like it, though, doesn't it? It is rabbit fur."

"It's beautiful! I love it! And you gave me a new radio, too?"

"That's a Bose sound system. I couldn't stand that cheap clock radio you use any more! It has a CD changer as well, and if you look in the pocket on the Koala you will find your iPod docking station built in. I really didn't need this long to fix your iPod, but I needed to keep it so I could give it to you all put together."

Rosemary scooted over on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. "That had to of cost you a lot of money!"

"It wasn't that bad. I pulled a couple of favors from Jim, and I got a good deal on the stuff. Enjoy it, but please be careful to keep it all together. I have everything built in and wired though the bear."

"I didn't get you anything like what you got me." She handed me a card. "All I got you was some tickets to the Tucson Symphony Orchestra for the Fourth of July concert."

I was flabbergasted at her gift! She knows how I love music. All kinds, but especially symphonic, and those tickets were for third row, center! It was nearly impossible to get those seats as they were for subscribers! "Thank you," I whispered. I didn't trust my voice.

"You don't have to, by any means, but I have an idea Susie would enjoy going with you. She wouldn't shut up talking about the music you played for her. I think she would enjoy it if you were to explain what is going on in the music." I nodded. I'd definitely keep that in mind.

"Tell her next time she is over I'll play Barber's 'Adagio for Strings' for her, then. If she liked Canon she will love Barber's Adagio."

"Cool. She and Steph are coming over Saturday to swim again. You can play it for her then."

Saturday! I couldn't wait! "When Saturday? I've got to do some errands, but I'll make sure to be here then." Act cool, Justin. Act cool.

"Right after lunch probably."

"OK. Cool. I might find some other stuff she would like, then also." I really didn't have anything I had to do, but I wanted to be certain I wasn't out of the house when they got there! It was like getting two birthdays in one week.

I rose from the couch and walked over to Mom and gave her a big hug and a thank you for the dinner, the car and the house for college. Then I gave Dad a big man-hug and hand shake and told him thanks, as well. I think I did a great job choosing parents. I turned back as I was leaving the room and said, "Thank you Rosemary, for the awesome tickets! That's going to be beyond belief!" then I continued on upstairs to my room.

I logged on to my computer, and entered the password for the WI-Fi in the Koala and settled in to wait. Of course, I had my music going! For tonight Beethoven's Fifth Symphony with its awesome intro, followed by Orff's 'Carmina Burana' seemed appropriate. As Beethoven's powerful chords resonated around my chair I felt the thrill and anticipation building along with the score.

After what seemed like forever, but was actually about the end of the intro my screen came to life with a wildly moving video of the interior of her room. She obviously plugged in the radio before setting the koala down. It finally settled with a mottled cream colored view that seemed to get closer and then further away. Finally, I determined what it was. She was holding the bear on her lap, and was stroking the fur. The view I had was of the front of her shirt, at belly level. Suddenly, I jumped as an eye ball appeared in the picture. I thought for sure I had been busted, but all she was doing was holding the soft fur against her face and caressing it. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I almost missed the call.

Rosemary clutched the bear to her chest as she grabbed her iPhone and called Susie. I know she had to be excited since she didn't text. It was for only important things she actually used the phone. As the bear moved about in her lap I saw her holding the phone to her ear, and then as she got an answer she put it on speaker and dropped the phone into her lap and resumed stroking the bear's fur. "Susie, you won't believe this night tonight! First of all we went out to dinner, and when they did the birthday cake thing our cakes both had keys in the icing."

"Car keys? Cool!"

"No. House keys! Mom and Dad bought a house near campus so Justin and I don't have to live in the dorm. How cool is that?"

"Neat. How big is the house? Can I be your room-mate?"

"I don't know. We haven't seen it yet. We're all going up during spring break to take a look at it. I already plan to ask about it, though. That isn't the really cool part, though." The view of her shirt kept going up and down as she stroked the fur. I think she really liked it. "After we blew out the candles and everything, Daddy pulled two sets of keys out of his coat pocket and handed me one, and Justin the other. We got cars!"

"Ooh! Must be nice!"

"They aren't new, or anything like that, but I got a VW Bug, and Justin got a Mini Cooper." Then her voice dropped a tone. "When we got home Justin gave me the sweetest thing! Remember when he came home last Friday with the bag from the zoo?"

"Oh, yeah. That's when we could have poked his eyes out with our nipples." She could hardly finish her sentence for the giggles. "Was Stephie ever embarrassed when I told her!"

"You're such an exhibitionist and tease!" Rosemary giggled back. "Well, this is the coolest thing. Justin got me a stuffed Koala Bear made with real rabbit fur so it feels real, and built in a Bose radio, and my iPod docks in the Koala's pouch. It is just the coolest thing I've ever been given." The view was really distorted suddenly as she hugged it to her. "You know, I've got the coolest, most thoughtful brother a girl could ask for."

"Yeah, that is neat. When do I get to see it?"

"Why don't you and Steph come over Saturday and swim again? I told Justin how much you enjoyed his music, and that you would probably like to go to the Fourth of July concert I gave him tickets for. He said he might even play some different music for you here, if you wanted. He has another piece he says you will like even better than the one he played for you. You know I don't know one from the other."

"That might be fun." I could almost hear the grin in her voice. "I wonder what suit I ought to wear Saturday. Maybe the new yellow one?"

I heard a gasp. "You mean the one that turns see-through when it gets wet? I don't think so! Mom and Dad are going to be here Saturday. I can't wear my new one, you know, the one Justin liked, either." My cock lurched at their giggles.

"Oh, that spoils the fun! Oh well, we can have a good time anyway."

"I've gotta run. I haven't done a bit of homework yet. I'd better get ready for bed and study for that Vocab quiz. I can get the rest in study hall. See ya tomorrow."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Update 03


"K, enjoy that bear."

"Oh, but I am! I just wish I could sleep with it. It's so soft!" Rosemary hanged up the phone and the movements grew violent again as she placed the bear/radio on her bedside table, and lucky me, she turned it to face the bed. As she set it in place she leaned forward and her shirt's scoop neck open until I could just almost see down it. "I don't know what to call you, you adorable thing. You look so real, I almost feel like you can see me." She reached out a hand and caressed the top of the head, then kicked off her shoes and rose to her feet. After walking over to her closet, which was just outside the edge of my view, she came back to the foot of the bed with a couple of outfits, which she laid out on the duvet and examined critically. She stuck a fingernail between her teeth and bit down on it gently as she compared the outfits, then she laid one across the back of her chair and carried the other toward the closet. I could just barely hear her mumbling, "Justin seemed to like this one the last time I wore it. Maybe I'll leave an extra button undone and see if he notices."

Justin? What was going on here? Was I missing something?

Rosemary walked out her room door, and the room was quiet for about five minutes. She flipped the light switch off as she reentered the room to my great disappointment. There was just enough residual light to see movement as she undressed and then pulled an oversized tee shirt from under her pillow and slip it her head. I could hear the bed creak slightly as she crawled in and the rustle of her sheet. What was she doing? She said she had to study. Oh, well. Maybe I could catch her in the morning.

Things brightened up suddenly when she turned on the bedside lamp, and then turned on her new radio. I couldn't stand her choice of music, though! I don't know if it was Madonna, Lady GaGa, or who. One of those types. That stuff didn't need quality sound. I could see why she thought the old clock radio was sufficient. I guessed I just had to put up with it if I wanted the view. Rosemary settled back into her bed and opened up her vocab book and started reviewing. One hand crept up to her breasts and rubbed and tweaked her nipples as she read, which looked like it might get interesting, but after thirty minutes or so she closed her book and turned out the light. Disappointed, I took my hand off my cock, turned off the computer, turned out my light and went to bed.

My alarm went off early Wednesday morning, and at first I couldn't understand why, but then I remembered. Rosemary was an early riser. I jumped out of bed and turned on my computer, entered the password for the WiFi and settled back to see what happened. There was enough morning light filtering through the shades to see her red-gold hair splayed out over her pillow and see her face relaxed in sleep. If I ever married I hoped I would wake to something like that in the mornings.

It was only a few minutes later that her alarm went off. I saw a hand snake out from the sheets and reach across to hit the snooze. Instead, it hit the fur of the Koala, and with a violent start Rosemary jumped and jerked her arm back. Wide-eyed she looked over at the bedside table to see her new koala bear. "Oh, you poor thing! You gave me quite a fright! I hope I didn't frighten you." She stroked the fur gently a few times. "You'll have to be my confidant and help me with things. You really look like you see me. It really seems like you are watching me."

Rosemary stood, and her tee shirt, one of mine actually, fell to not quite mid-thigh, and settled in the valley between her breasts. Oh, but I could stand to wake up to something like that in the morning! I felt my cock stirring, and gave it a stroke. Rosemary stretched, and the hem of the shirt crept up to just below her pussy. Grabbing her robe from the foot of the bed she quickly put it on and hurried out of the room to get her shower. I gathered my things together quickly so I would have time to watch when she came back.

It seemed like forever before I heard the knock on my door and Rosemary telling me it was time to wake up and get moving. I looked at the time, and with a muffled oath I knew I didn't have time to watch this morning. She had taken entirely too long! I had to hurry just to make it. I took one last look at the monitor as I shut it down and saw the robe dropping down her back. The screen went black just as it reached the top of her ass.

I hurried into the kitchen with just enough time to throw a couple of Pop Tarts in the toaster and to pour a cup of coffee to go with me. Rosemary breezed into the room, and sure enough, I had not imagined it last night. She had left an extra button undone. That released the tension on the shirt just enough to allow it to settle all the way into her cleavage. Yes, I certainly liked it! I had to be careful, though not to tip my hand, so I just said, "Morning. You look nice today. I like that outfit, but something seems different about it."

Rosemary gave me a wide smile. "Thanks, I've worn this one a bunch before, but I appreciate you noticing." She bounced from the room, obviously happy. I grabbed my coffee and hurried along behind her. Seemed like her skirt had a little extra swish to it today.

The rest of the week went about the same. I didn't have time enough in the mornings to watch, although I did get to see her drop her robe once and see her lovely ass. I was getting frustrated, to say the least. About the only bright spot was the way Rosemary had taken to talking to the koala. He seemed to be taking the place of a diary of sorts, except she talked to it as if she expected answers. For instance she would ask its opinion of her outfits as she chose them for the next day. Interestingly, my name popped up more than once.

Saturday, though was still ahead. The chance to see all three of the girls changing into their bikinis was something I anticipated. I went out Saturday morning, as I had intimated I needed to do, but I made sure to be home by 11:30 with a box of electronics that needed repair. At 12:00 we all gathered in the kitchen for lunch, as we normally tried to do when everyone was home.

That's one thing I really like about my parents. They aren't overbearing, but try to stay involved in our lives. Both of them work so hard, and have to be gone so much for work that when we have opportunity to be together we try to. Dad grilled some burgers, and Mom made her spinach salad. Dad opened a bottle of wine, which was unusual, to say the least. Mom looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I just thought we could continue the celebration of the kid's majority. I think a little wine now and again at home is not a bad idea for them. I'd rather that than to have them out sneaking it when we aren't around." Mom just shrugged her shoulders and we sat down to eat. Dad did limit us to one glass, though.

"I hope you kids don't mind too much, but your mother and I have to run up to Phoenix this afternoon. I hate to run off on you again. Larry called me just a little bit ago, and he has the flu. Capitol Holdings is holding a big gala tonight, celebrating completion of the new mall. The ribbon cutting and grand opening is tomorrow, and the firm has to be represented. It was Larry's turn, but he can't go. We have to go up this afternoon so your mother can see if she can find something to wear. Obviously, we've had a break in, because your mother tells me she has absolutely nothing to wear." Mom swatted his hand across the table as he smirked at her. "We really didn't want to have to run out on you this weekend, but I really have to."

"That's OK, Dad. You guys have fun. When will you get home?"

"Probably not until after dinner tomorrow night. We can't just run off after the ribbon cutting. That is time we really can make some good contacts for future work."

"OK. The only thing is I wanted to ask Stephanie and Susie to stay the night tonight. Could I still ask them to stay?"

Dad looked over at Mom questioningly. Mom thought a moment and then said, "I guess it would be OK. You guys will be on your own soon anyway. Might as well get started now. Just don't be asking any boys over too. We want to have a house, still, when we get home."

"Cool. You guys are the greatest! I'd better text them now, before they head over here." She quickly sent out a text to the two girls, and we finished our lunch. I tried hard not to get excited and give the idea I had anything planned.

Rosemary waited until Mom and Dad were gone before texting the girls to come over. I didn't know what she had planned for sure, but was pretty sure that was so the folks wouldn't see what the girls were, or were not wearing. I know they hadn't any more than gotten out of the driveway before Rosemary hurried up to her room and changed clothes. I wished I had known what she was doing, because I surely missed an opportunity! She came bouncing back down the stairs wearing those too small shorts and a tight tee shirt without a bra again. I know I looked startled. "What's the matter, Justin?"

"What's with the change in clothes? You girls are going swimming, aren't you?"

"Oh, this. I just wanted to get comfortable before the girls get here. They aren't coming until about 3, so I just decided to change. You don't mind do you? I mean, does this bother you?" She arched an eyebrow, and again did the model thing.

"Rosemary, you are my sister, for goodness sake!"

"I don't care. Do you mean you don't like it, that I'm not attractive?"

"Of course, you are attractive." I was rather exasperated at the questioning. "You are my sister, though. I'm not supposed to be attracted." By this time I was starting to get hard, and with both hands full I couldn't do much to hide it.

"Oh good. I was beginning to think guys didn't think I was good looking or worth bothering. I never get asked out. I don't care if you notice, after all, you are my brother, and I know you love me."

"You'll have plenty of opportunity in college. High school guys don't know what they want for the most part."

"Thank you, Justin. Maybe I'm just a little unsure of myself for some reason. Something tells me you like it, though." She giggled and bounced past me into the family room. Some of the things I'd been overhearing her say kept popping into my mind as I walked up to my room with my equipment.

I had just gotten started well on laying out the new equipment on my work table when there was a tap on my door, which was open. Rosemary was standing in the door looking pensive. "Justin, I just wanted to say thank you for my koala. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I just love him! He looks so real, and it seems he is really looking at me. It's almost unnerving, like I'm afraid to be undressed in front of him or something, but I can talk to him and tell him anything."

I was trying desperately to keep my eyes on her eyes, but with her breasts almost on display for me it was hard, as was my cock almost.

"I know we haven't been really close like I hear about a lot of twins, but I want you to know I love you." Rosemary walked into my room and around the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes and whispered, "Thank you. For everything. I feel so accepted by you, no matter how weird I may be."

"You aren't weird. We just seem to travel different paths, and they don't cross all that much. Of course, I love you. You're my sister. Even if you weren't I'd still love you."

Tears popped into her eyes. "Really? You would love me anyway?" The arms about my neck squeezed in an embrace that made me think of an anaconda's prey just before dinner. Her lusciously soft breasts made up for it though! Those breasts I've been dying to see all week. I know she felt my cock against her belly, but she didn't shy away, but pressed closely against me as I felt moisture dripping on my neck. Rosemary didn't let go of me, but just leaned back enough to look me in the eyes. "I've been so mixed up lately. I don't know why, but I want you to know I really love you." She suddenly leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

With that she turned suddenly and walked somewhat unsteadily to the door. At the door she stopped and looked back, leaning into the doorpost as if for support as she did. One boob was pressed delightfully against the post, while the other leaned against the inside moulding. "By the way, Susie likes teasing you, and don't let her know I said so, or that you notice, but Stephanie is crushing on you for some reason."

"Steph?"

"Uh huh. Don't make fun of her for it, or let her know you know."

"I wouldn't make fun of her! Steph, me? Who would have thought of it? She's sweet."

Rosemary made her way out the door and went back downstairs to wait for the girls to arrive. I quickly logged in to her WiFi channel and then minimized it so no one would notice, but I wanted to be able to access it the moment the girls got there. Rosemary must have texted them to come on over, because it wasn't ten minutes before they drove up together in Steph's car. I looked at my clock. Only 2:17. I knew something was up. They were chattering like magpies as they came up the stairs, and I could hear Susie giving Rosemary grief for her outfit, but I couldn't hear quite what Rosemary said back, but it made Steph gasp and then giggle.

"Hi, Justin!" called out Susie as they rounded the top of the stairs. "Rosemary says you have another piece of music for me. Let me get changed and I'll be right over, OK?"

"Sure. I'll have it ready for you."

I quickly plugged in the CD and had it ready to start as soon as she came back over to my room. This was going to make it tricky, as I had no reason to close my door with her expected to return. I would have to shut down the video at the first sign someone was going to the door.

It was the conversation in the room that really got things going as soon as Susie closed the door behind her. She squealed with delight when she saw the koala. "Rosemary, that is beautiful. What an awesome brother you have to have the imagination to do something like that! He didn't just give you the stuffed animal, which is wonderful, but to build it into such a cool radio, and a dock for your iPod!"

"It feels real, and it looks like it is looking right back at you," said Steph as she stroked its fur. She put her face down against the bear and nuzzled the fur with her nose. "I wish I had a brother that was half as cool as Justin. Mine doesn't notice if I'm alive or not. I could probably go naked around the house and he wouldn't even know."

"I wouldn't suggest you do that here," Rosemary said dryly. "Justin would notice, all right! You should have seen his eyes when I bounced down the stairs like this while ago. I made sure to get the 'girls' moving when I did."

"I can't believe you did that with your own brother!" That was Steph again.

"I know. I did it first the other day, and I got such a rush from seeing him trying not to look at me. He couldn't do it. Besides, he is a good brother. It doesn't hurt to give him a treat every now and then. I get plenty from him."

"Oh, do tell!" said Susie. "What does he do for you?"

"I can't tell everything. This koala bear, though shows his thoughtfulness." I started feeling a little guilty over what I was doing. "Although there are other things he doesn't even know about." Rosemary had a grin on her face as she said this.

"Spill it, girl! What gives."

"Maybe later. That's why I wanted you to stay over tonight, but don't let on anything, or it won't work."

Now I was puzzled. What did Rosemary have going on? Had she set up something in my room? I didn't see how, as everything in the room I knew well, and none of it had come from her. She wasn't tech savvy enough to program the DVD player.

Stephanie continued stroking the koala, caressing its fur softly. I saw her face most prominently in the monitor, but had a good view of the other two in the background as well. She took a finger and smoothed the hair back away from the eyes. "These eyes are so life-like. I feel like I'm being watched."

"If it is watching you, it likes what it sees, and what you are doing," said Susie. She leaned over Steph's shoulder to stroke the fur. Her top gaped open from the top, and I could see down it to see her bikini bra, already on. What a let-down! The good thing was it was yellow. Did that mean it was the see-through one? My cock twitched at the thought.

"If we are going to get any sun we'd better get moving," said Rosemary. "We'd better get changed."

"Oh, we put our bikinis on before coming over. When you said to not come until you texted we just went ahead and got ready. What was that all about anyway?"

"This," and I saw Rosemary do the model thing with her hand again. "I needed a little time by myself to do this. I needed to know. . . ."

"Maybe we can all do that later, do you think he would like that?" Susie pulled her top over her head as she asked.

"You are kidding, right?" gasped Steph. "I don't know how you can be that way."

"I don't think so," said Rosemary. "By myself is one thing, but with others, I don't know that I could do it. I have trouble getting undressed in front of the koala! I just have this feeling it is watching me." She turned her back to it and slipped the tee shirt over her head with her back to the camera. So that explains the shyness and why I've not seen anything yet.

"I think I'll go over and let him play his music for me. You two come over in a few minutes and see if I've gotten a rise out of him or not." With a cheeky grin Susie dropped her shorts and walked toward the door.

I quickly minimized the camera and picked up a GPS unit I was 'working' on, and waited for Susie to come across the hall. When she did I nearly dropped my eyes from my head! She was wearing a yellow bikini, all right, but it was hardly there! The bottoms, what there were of them looked to be lace, with a solid panel backing it right over the pussy. The rest was mostly missing. The top was just two small triangles of cloth with what looked like heavy fishing line for the strings. She didn't have to worry about tan lines with this outfit!

"You like?" Mutely, I nodded my head. What there is of it looked nice, and it was definitely well filled.

She sashayed into my room and sat down in my chair, leaning it back as she asked, "What do you have for me today?"

I struggled mightily to meet her eyes as she arched a bit in the chair. "I thought I'd play Barber's Adagio for Strings'," I croaked. It is a different type of piece than Pachelbel's Canon. For one thing, it is fairly modern, although written in a Romantic vein."

"Ohhh. I like romance."

"Not quite that type of romance, although it is used in romantic settings. Romanticism refers to a type of music, mostly 19th century. Listen to the way the strings carry the mood." With that I started the CD and watched her listen to it for the next 10 minutes and 27 seconds. The AC didn't turn on during this time, to my relief, as I was struggling enough without having her nipples poking through what obviously was a very thin piece of cloth.

"That was beautiful. Do you have anything else like it?"

"Well, about thirty years after he wrote this he rewrote it for voices in part of a Mass, called, 'Agnus Dei'. I really like it, because it gives voice to the emotion the strings carried." I quickly switched CD's and the voices and the strains of the music filled the room, just at the same time as the AC kicked on.

"Oooh. That's pretty," and Susie leaned her head back, arching her back as she did so, and closed her eyes. I couldn't help myself. I watched as those nipples quickly hardened and stood up like soldiers in a parade. Little goosebumps appeared across her belly. Unfortunately, her nipples weren't the only things standing at attention! As the song ended Steph and Rosemary made their presence known from the doorway, and Susie stood from my chair with a very satisfied smile on her face and thanked me as she walked out the door.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Update 04


Rosemary hesitated a moment before following and stepped into my room. Looking knowingly at my cock straining the front of my shorts she said, "Remember what I said about being a tease? It looks like you enjoyed it! Don't worry about it; girls like to look, too." She laughed as she turned and walked out my door. She was wearing that same almost non-existent bikini she had been wearing the other day, and I swear she wiggled her ass at me as she left.

When I was certain all three girls were in the pool I brought the camera back up, and backed up the feed. (I record everything.) I got another good look at my sister's ass, but true to what she said earlier she was shy about undressing in front of the koala. Hopefully, this would wear off soon, or I wasted a lot of time and effort, other than making my sister very happy with a nice gift. One very interesting development occurred though. As Steph took off her outer clothes she faced the koala sheepishly and pealed them slowly, as if showing herself deliberately to a lover. She spoke to Rosemary so softly I didn't catch everything, but I caught "wish" and "Justin." Rosemary just smiled at her and said, "I always ask him if he thinks Justin will like what I'm wearing." Then she colored as Steph looked at her questioningly.

Steph turned back to the koala and posed provocatively, turning this way and that showing off her new bikini to the stuffed animal. "Koala, do you think Justin will like this bikini? Oh, I hope so! I just can't show myself off the way Susie does!"

"You don't really have to. Justin has eyes. I noticed he was looking at you more than at Susie last time when we came in from the pool." Steph blushed a deep red, and covered her boobs with her hands.

"Do you really think so? I should be embarrassed, and I am, but I'm turned on by the idea as well."

"I'm sure of it. You saw how he got hard all of a sudden."

Steph hung her head. "I've never even seen a boy's penis. Have you?"

Rosemary nodded, and looking around as if to see if anyone was looking almost whispered, "Yes. I've seen Justin's." Steph gasped.

"You've seen your brother's? Is that what's going on with you two?"

Rosemary shook her head. "No. I got up to use the bathroom the other night, and when I was coming back to bed I noticed his door was ajar. He normally keeps it closed up, but I just pushed it open a little bit and he was laying there on his back. He sleeps nude," Steph giggled at the thought, "and he was dreaming something, because it was sticking straight up, and wiggling. He squirmed a little and moaned, and it twitched some more. I know I shouldn't have, but I stood there and watched it for a while."

"Cool. I wish I could have seen it. I might even be willing to let him see me if I could, but don't tell him that!"

"Oh, I wouldn't. We'd better get going, before Susie is showing!" With that they walked out of the room, and crossed the hall. I was surprised to say the least, and intrigued. Did this explain some of her actions over the last few days? This could have some interesting payoffs.

I don't swim, so for me to go down to the pool would have been obvious, but I did go down to the kitchen and get a drink, which happened to be right at the window, where I looked out. Sure enough, there were brown spots showing through Susie's bra. I couldn't see them very well from where I was standing, but they were sure enough nipples. I also made it a point to check out Steph's new bikini. It was the least I could do, seeing as she had bought it with me in mind. Steph isn't as big as either Susie or Rosemary, but with her petite frame she had what she needed in the right places, and enough to make me salivate. She is usually overshadowed by Susie's showiness, but now that I looked at her and looked carefully I really liked what I saw. I think Susie intimidates her to the point she is self-conscious and doesn't think she measures up, but I for one would be happy to let her take my measure any time.

I noticed one other thing. My sister had gotten into Dad's wine! Each of the girls had a glass of wine sitting beside them as they baked in the sun. From the looks of the bottle, it wasn't the first glass either, and since it was quite a while since anyone had anything to eat I was concerned about them, but there wasn't much I could do. I just had to be sure they didn't get into any problems or get rowdy.

I stayed back in the shadows enough that they would have difficulty seeing me. With the sunlight in their eyes it would have been very difficult to see in the window at all, and unless I moved suddenly I knew I was safe watching them. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Rosemary and Susie were obviously trying to convince Stephanie to do something. From the way she was reacting, I'm sure it had something to do with me. She kept squirming on the chaise lounge, and opening and closing her thighs. I was getting a bit hard just watching those legs. Susie's top had dried, and I couldn't see her nipples any more when Rosemary drained the last of her wine, and the other two followed suit and the stood. I quickly stole around the corner and hurried upstairs to my room.

The camera was already on and minimized, just in case one of the girls came in, and I was anticipating a show as they changed out of their swimwear. I could hear them coming up the stairs, and heard them arguing amongst themselves, in what they thought were whispers. "Go ahead. Ask him." "I can't." "Sure you can." "You'll love it. He'll be so close you'll get a good look at it." "I don't think I can, besides, I don't have tits like you two." "That doesn't matter. You have tits. Did you ever know a guy to not look at a girl's tits." "But I'd be embarrassed." "But think of looking at his cock." A deep breath. "I couldn't do it without the wine, but OK. I'll give it a try." "Good girl. You'll love it."

I heard Rosemary's door close, and then a timid tap on my door. Opening it I saw an almost frightened Stephanie standing there. She wasn't drunk, but it didn't take much detective work to tell she had been at the wine. Her eyes almost brimmed with tears as she stammered out, "J-Justin, could I listen to the m-music you p-played for S-Susie earlier? She s-said it was beautiful and ro-romantical."

"Certainly, Steph. Are you sure this is your idea, or did they put you up to it?"

"Oh, no, they put me, I mean it's their, my idea. I'd like to l-listen to it. I d-don't know much about Classic-al music."

I smiled down into her wide eyes and gently took an arm and led her into the room. I was afraid she would bolt otherwise. I might never have another chance like this, and I'm scoundrel enough to not want to miss it. I seated her in my desk chair and told her to just relax and let the music absorb her. Little did I know Rosemary had stolen downstairs and turned the AC down several degrees to be certain it would turn on. The coolness of the house after being in the sun already had nice little bumps in her bra cups, but Rosemary didn't want to do it by halves.

Quietly I told her a little about the music and what to expect, and then I plugged in the 'Agnus Dei', which I believe is more emotionally powerful than is the 'Adagio for Strings' version. I wanted to make this as emotionally satisfactory for her as I could. As the first soft notes opened up the AC kicked on, and I saw Stephanie shiver once. She closed her eyes, but her motor skills were compromised enough that when she opened them a slit I saw it, and knew what the game was. At first I was embarrassed, but I remembered what Rosemary said about her, and I decided I would let her enjoy as much as I did. I had closed the door behind us, so I knew we didn't have an audience. I leaned back against my desk, so that my lower body was projected forward a bit, and she would have an unimpeded view of the bulge in my shorts, and I in turn looked, without hiding it, at her body.

She might not have had large boobs, but she more than made up for it with her nipples! They were long. I couldn't tell how long, but they definitely were poking through her top. At first she colored and tensed up, but as she saw my cock spring to attention she relaxed again and licked her lips as she stared at it. Her legs were parted a little bit, and I noted a damp spot appear on her bikini. On the other hand, there was a bit of a damp spot at the end of my cock as well. As the music drew to a close Steph opened her eyes all the way and looked into mine. She drew in a shuddering breath and said, "That was beautiful. Could you play another one?"

I nodded. I didn't trust my voice for the moment. "Would you like something a little different?"

"I don't care. Whatever you want to play."

I pulled out Pachelbel and put it in. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her hand snake to her pussy and rub it a time of two, before stealing back to her side. I explained a little bit about Pachelbel and the difference in the style of music as it started. Halfway through the music she looked up into my eyes. "Justin, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Absolutely. You have nothing to worry about there!"

"Do you like my bikini? Does it attract you?"

"Steph, I don't know where this is coming from, or why, but a man would have to be blind not to be attracted to you." Normally, I wouldn't have dreamed of saying something so forward, but the day had gotten to me as well. It is probably a good thing I didn't have any wine!

"I didn't think you would care about me with Susie around, or even your sister."

"Well, first of all, Rosemary is my sister, and Susie is just showy. I think you are very lovely."

"Thank you. Now I know why Rosemary thinks so much of you. You're really sweet. Thanks for the music, and for being kind to me."

"Kind?" I think I've been anything but kind.

"Steph?" She looked up at me. "Don't ever change. Don't try to be a Susie. Just be Stephanie, and you will be all right. Trust me."

Stephanie stood shakily to her feet, with tears rolling over her eyelids. "Thank you. Thank you so much," and she stepped into my arms and gave me the sweetest hug yet. The score is music 3, no music 1, but this hug was the best yet. Stephanie walked out of the room, and I heard the door close on the other side, but I didn't even bother turning on the computer. That could wait for later. I had to savor this.

I waited about thirty minutes before going downstairs to the kitchen. I didn't know about the girls, but I was getting hungry, so I decided to order pizzas. I knocked on Rosemary's door and called out that pizza was on the way if they wanted any. It was only a few more minutes and they came bouncing down the stairs just as the pizza delivery guy was ringing the doorbell. I had not missed anything by not turning the computer back on, because the girls were still dressed in their bikinis. "Why don't you girls give the guy a thrill and answer the door," I challenged.

"I'm OK with that," said Susie, to Rosemary and Stephanie's chorus of No's. I handed Susie the credit card and let her go answer the door, but I made sure I could see what was happening. The young guy with the pizzas nearly dropped them in surprise when the door opened and Susie was standing there in her little bit of a bikini. "Oh, my, that is more than I can carry. Why don't you bring them into the kitchen for me?"

I almost fell on the floor laughing at the deer in the headlights look I received from Steph and Rosemary. The look was repeated by the pizza guy when he stepped around the corner and saw two more girls in bikinis, and a very brief one at that on Rosemary. I don't know who was more embarrassed, but I thought it funny. The poor pizza guy was trying very unsuccessfully to hide his boner as he beat a retreat for the door as soon as he got paid. Rosemary opened another bottle of wine to go with our pizza, but we limited it to one. Mom and Dad probably wouldn't care too much, but we didn't want to push it too hard.

Following dinner we sat around the table talking for a little bit, but I got bored quickly and left to return to my room and work on some of the electronics I had picked up. I locked my door, just to be on the safe side and turned on my computer when I heard the girls climbing the stairs to go to Rosemary's room. They had started to act a little frisky when we were still at the table, and from their giggling and laughter as they came up the stairs I thought things might get more interesting in their room.

All three of the girls went to the koala first thing and petted it and played with it for a few minutes. Things started getting interesting though when Steph stood in front of it and started talking to it, much like I had heard Rosemary do, but this got even more interesting quickly. She was not drunk now, but again the wine had affected her more than it did the rest of us. She started caressing her boobs and saying, "Mr. Koala, Justin likes my boobs. He doesn't think they are too small, and I think he really likes my nipples, because he stared at them when he thought my eyes were closed." I knew they were open, but she didn't know that. "His cock sure got big, and I never felt like anyone thought I was pretty before that, but Justin likes me." She started pulling on her nipples through her bikini. "I wonder how he would like it if he could see me without the bikini, but I'm not ready for that yet."

Rosemary turned on the radio to what she calls music, and the three girls started dancing and gyrating to the sound. Susie danced over in front of the koala and said, "Hey, Mr. Koala, what do you think Justin would think about this?" and she started some rather graphic moves. I can tell you what Justin thought! He thought they were hot!

Rosemary was next, "Mr. Koala, what would Justin think about his sister? Would he think she was sexy?" and she went into some rather sexy moves. Yes, Justin thought his sister was sexy, but then he always has.

Stephanie moved back over in front of the koala and said as she gyrated to the beat, "Mr. Koala, this is what I've always wished I had the courage to do with a boy, but I chicken out. You won't tell on me will you?" and she started moving her body in a sinuous rhythm that had me licking my lips. Whereas the other two had done the regular dance type moves where they thrust with their pelvises or pushed out their asses, Steph moved as if she didn't have a joint in her body and her hands stroked and caressed her breasts, belly, sides, face, and finally pussy before collapsing in a heap on the floor.

Rosemary and Susie looked at her like they had never seen her before. "Where did you ever learn to move like that? That was the sexiest thing I ever saw!" said Susie. "I'll bet if you did that for Justin he would cream his pants." She wasn't far wrong, and if it had been in person, knowing she was dancing for me I probably would have.

After this the girls just sat on Rosemary's king-size bed and talked quietly. I just left it as background noise while I worked on finding the bug in that GPS unit.

It was getting rather late in the evening, and I had about run out of patience with working on the electronics. Jim had been good enough to let me have the weekend off, when I told him I would work on repairs at home, but I wasn't accomplishing much. Too many other things were vying for my attention. I decided I was going to hang it up and go to bed early for a change, when I heard the girls say something along the same lines. I was surprised by this. I figured they would be up all night. As they were getting their things out to change for bed, yes I was watching avidly, Steph stopped and turned to Susie.

"Susie, have you ever seen a boy's penis, for real?"

"No, I haven't. No boy has ever seen me either. Today was as close as anyone has, and Justin didn't even come outside when my top was wet. I kind of hoped he would."

"Rosemary has. She has seen Justin's."

"Steph! You weren't supposed to tell anyone!"

"I thought you meant anyone else. Susie is one of us. She won't tell."

"When did you see Justin, Rosemary? Did he see you?"

"No. He's never seen me. I've thought about letting him, kind of to even things up a little, but it hasn't happened."

"How did you see him, then? Were you spying?"

"Well, the first time was by accident."

"First time? You didn't tell me there was more than one time!" Stephanie was leaning forward listening intently. "Spill it. When else did you see him and how?"

"I didn't mean to let that slip. The first time I was coming back from using the bathroom at night, and his door wasn't closed all the way. I don't know why, but I pushed it open just a little and peeked in. He had kicked the sheets off, and there it was sticking straight up in the air. He was dreaming about something, because it kept bouncing and twitching. I backed out right away."

"What about the other times?"

"I shouldn't have said anything about that. You mustn't tell anyone, or let Justin guess!" The girls shook their heads no. "I was curious about it, so I snuck over there the next night. He's such a deep sleeper that I don't think dynamite would wake him. The next time I got right next to his bed and watched it for about ten minutes. This time it wasn't hard when I went in, but then it stiffened and stood up and started twitching again. I got scared and left."

"Did you touch it?"

I saw Rosemary hang her head for a moment, and then she went on, "I snuck back in there again the next night, it was our birthday. After he had given me this koala I was so keyed up I couldn't sleep. I've got the best brother in the world, and he is so thoughtful. I snuck back into his room again, knowing now how deeply he sleeps that I thought I'd be safe, and there he lay again. He was soft, and breathing deeply and softly, so I knew he was out. I reached over and touched it; then I kind of picked it up and held it in my hand. Don't ever let him know! I'd die of embarrassment." Again the other girls shook their heads, but they were entranced by her story.

"It just felt so soft, but when I stroked it gently with my thumb it started to grow. I just let it grow in my hand and watched it. I kind of stroked the bulb on the end of it, and I could tell it liked it, because it just kept growing. His breathing changed a little bit, but he didn't seem to be waking up, so I kept rubbing it with my thumb across the end and down under it. He started twitching whenever I rubbed underneath, and a little clear liquid came out of the hole, . . ."

"Was he peeing?" interrupted Stephanie, breathlessly.

"No, it was something different. It was kind of slick and a little thicker than pee. I used it to rub underneath the bulb, and his legs started twitching and moving together, and his hips started rocking. Suddenly he groaned, and a bunch of stuff squirted out all over him. I got a little on my hand, and it started going soft again. He sighed a time or two, and I thought he was waking up, but he didn't, and I snuck back out of there. That's one reason I've been dressing like I have for him. I may burn for this, but really, I've been hoping we would have a chance to do more, but when he is awake, and he can see me, too."

The others were quiet, and I had some answers. I had thought I had a wet dream the other night, and I guess I did, but I also had help. I hadn't had a wet dream since I learned to jack off when I was in the eighth grade! Suddenly it hit me. She wanted to do more!

Steph broke the silence. "Do you think maybe we could see it, too? Pictures and porn just don't do it for me. I think they are boring. I really want to see the real thing."

"I don't know. I don't know if we could all get in there without waking him up. He doesn't usually go to bed early, either."

"Maybe we could get him to come out and do something with us, a game or something with some sort of penalties. Not strip poker, or anything like that. I'm no good at that sort of thing," Susie thought out loud.
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"He's not much of a games type of person," said Rosemary. "He's more into tech stuff. Why don't we get ready for bed, then maybe we can think of something."

Rosemary turned out the light. There was still enough ambient light from the radio and an automatic night light, because Rosemary didn't like the dark, for me to see their shapes. "I still don't like getting undressed in front of 'Mr. Koala'. I know it's silly, but it still seems like he is watching me." She turned her back to the bear and untied her top, then slid her bottoms down her legs, before slipping on another of my over-sized tee-shirts.

To say I was frustrated with the situation should be a given, but it was what it was, and there wasn't anything I could do to change matters. My big hopes for the weekend were a bust. I did notice though that Rosemary was wearing nothing under my tee-shirt. I had to keep that in mind for future possibilities.

The other two girls followed suit, each of them turning away. I could see their asses, and Stephie looked like she had a nice one, but nothing else. Susie slipped a long nightgown that looked like it had possibilities. I hoped Rosemary turned the light back on before they went to bed. Stephanie, in keeping with her more modest personality, put on a baby doll with fluffy, frilly panties.

Rosemary turned the lights on again, and I was right. Susie's nightgown was worth a closer look! It wasn't see-through or anything, but it was satiny, or something filmy that really hugged her breasts. I wished I could think of a reason for us all to be together. Steph's baby doll was not the sexy type you think of in lingerie, but more along the idea of what a young girl would wear, and although it covered far more than did her bikini, it drew my eye for some reason.

I watched and listened for a few minutes longer as the girls tried to come up with a plausible excuse to get me to come out of the room and then find a way to see me naked. They discussed 'Spin the Bottle', 'Truth or Dare', and a whole host of other ideas Rosemary knew I wouldn't be caught dead participating in. She finally decided just to call me and tell me they were going to pop some popcorn and ask if I wanted to join them. I smiled to myself as I thought about her stratagem, and almost agreed, because I knew how they were dressed, but decided to leave the play on my court rather than leaving myself vulnerable to them. When Rosemary called I quickly muted the computer and acted sleepy when I answered. "Hey, what do you need."

"Hey, Justin, we don't really need anything. We were just going to pop some corn and wanted to invite you to join us."

"I'm already undressed for the night." I heard a muted giggle in the background, and could see Stephanie covering her mouth. Rosemary had already told them I sleep naked.

"That's OK. You can come down that way. We don't care, 'cause we're ready for bed, too." To be honest, I was tempted, because I knew what she was wearing, and I liked the idea of checking out Susie's gown. I really liked the way it hugged her tits. Stephanie looked good enough to eat, but I just didn't want to put myself in the wrong position. I'd rather make them come to me.

"It sounds good, but I think I'm going to read myself to sleep. I was just drifting off when you called." Right! I couldn't tell her what I was doing though. "I'll see you guys in the morning." If I knew Susie, I was sure she would be pushing Rosemary to sneak into my room later when I was asleep, and I would use that to my advantage. I turned the volume back up after ending the call, and watched to see if they were going to go on down for popcorn or not. They decided to do so, since they had to kill some time before I went to sleep, and in a moment the lights went out as they left the room.

I turned off the monitor, because I didn't know how long they would be gone, and I didn't want to have Rosemary peeking in on me and see her room in the monitor. I settled back on my bed to pass the time with a book, but I couldn't keep my mind on it. I kept thinking about three girls down in the kitchen in night clothes. Finally, the temptation was too great, so I slipped on a pair of sweat pants and walked down on the pretext of getting a glass of milk to help me go to sleep.

In our house the stairs run from side to side, rather than front to back as in most houses, and they are between the kitchen and the living room, with the dining room ahead and somewhat to the left at the bottom of the stairs. The kitchen had a breakfast nook off to the left of the stairs, and that is where the girls were sitting with the popcorn. As I padded down the stairs, not even trying to be sneaky, I could hear them talking and laughing. Susie was telling about finding her brother's porn stash of magazines, and how funny some of the poses were of the girls.

I happened to have a copy of that particular rag, and I have to agree with her assessment of the poses. Mind you, I like to look at pics of naked girls, but how and why they pose like they do is far beyond me! I guess they think guys will get tired of looking at them if they don't change the posing, and the facial expressions! Good grief! Some of them look like they are in agony trying to look "sexy". To me it's a turn-off, but I guess some people like it that way. I'd rather just look at a beautiful girl and enjoy her sexy body for what it is, not for what gyration she can get into.

What really checked me in place though was when Susie started telling about one segment that showed a girl giving a guy a blow-job. I stopped in place, ready to move as if just walking down if discovered, but I didn't want to miss this! Susie didn't know whether to be intrigued or disgusted by the idea. Stephanie, though said, "I don't know. I might do it for the right guy if things worked out." She paused a moment, "In fact, if I thought Justin would pay any attention to me I'd probably do it for him."

Susie said, "Really? Justin?"

Rosemary piped up, "Why not?" She lowered her voice conspiratorially, "If he weren't my brother I probably would. In fact the other night when he orgasmed in my hand I was tempted. I even tasted his sperm a little from what was on my hand."

That brought squeals and giggles from the other two. "I don't know," said Susie. "I might consider it if things were right. I just haven't really thought about really doing it with someone. I always thought it would be gross."

I heard bowls clinking and worried they might be done and I would be caught there in the hall listening, so I decided to forgo having a look. Besides, I glanced down, and my cock was standing at full attention. There was no way I could go in there looking like that! Quickly and quietly I hurried back up the stairs and to my room. I was none too soon, because I heard them laughing and talking as they made their way back up. Quickly I lay back on my bed, with a book that I let lie open on my chest as if I had gone to sleep reading it. My reading light showed just enough light to make seeing me easy.

The idea of girls coming into my room and looking at me was unnerving, but at the same time quite exciting. Had Rosemary not already been in there more than once I wouldn't have even considered it, but that took some of the strangeness from it somehow, buy my heart was still beating hard with trepidation. My eyes were slits as I heard the door across the hall close, but then I sensed my door easing open a crack. I feigned heavy breathing, but then the door closed again, silently and I heard Rosemary's door open and close. By listening intently I could hear talking going on in the other room.

I was torn as to what to do. I wanted a little warning before they snuck over, if indeed they worked up the courage to do so, but I didn't want to get caught out of bed and "awake." After a few minutes I decided it would be safe to turn on the monitor quickly and see what was happening. Susie was talking, "How will you know when he's asleep enough, though? How could we explain it if he wakes up and we get caught?"

"He mutters in his sleep when he's in really deep sleep. Sometimes you can even get him to respond if you talk to him. We used to do it all the time when we were younger. It was really funny! It's almost impossible to wake him when he gets to that level. I didn't really look in when I cracked his door. I just listened. He was breathing hard, so it won't be long. We have to be very quiet, though. I don't want to have to answer to Mom as to why the three of us were in his room looking at his cock!"

"Do you think we could touch it, too?" Stephanie seemed to really have the urge.

"I don't know if we should risk it. I'm afraid with three of us stirring around in there we might wake him."

"You said you touched him, and he didn't wake up then."

"We'll see. We have to be really quiet, though. Not even whispering. Let's give it ten more minutes and I'll check him again."

I decided I was going to play along on the "talking in my sleep" idea, and see what would happen. If nothing else, maybe I'd get a good handjob, although I couldn't "know about" it. I clicked off the monitor and got back into my bed and put the book back onto my chest, as if I'd gone to sleep with it, then I half rolled and let it slip off, before settling back onto my back. Being erect was not going to be a problem. At first I was concerned I'd be too self-conscious to get it up, but the idea of what was about to happen over-rode my nervousness. Most of all, I couldn't show any sign of nervousness when they came in. Rosemary would pick up on that right away. Carefully I planned out my actions before they opened the door, so I could control the action without seeming to.

I heard the slightest sound from my door as the doorknob stealthily turned. I made my breathing deep and slow; then muttered a little bit unintelligibly, trying to be careful not to overplay my hand. I heard a muffled giggle in the hallway, followed by a shushing sound, and a slight thump as the door pulled shut. In my mind I could see what was happening, and the door stayed closed for a couple of minutes before it stealthily swung open a few inches. Through the slits in my eyelids I saw Rosemary's eye peeking through the crack in the door. I know my reading light showed everything, more so than my nightlight had done on previous nights I had not been awake for.

"He must have been really tired. He went to sleep with his light on," was whispered. The door swung open the rest of the way, and with a hand motion to wait, Rosemary slipped into my room and over to my work table. At first I was puzzled, but then realized she was giving herself deniability if I woke. She could pretend to be coming to borrow a CD, something I had never known her to do before. I stirred just a little and muttered under my breath, and saw her relax visibly. In the doorway I could see the other two girls peeking in out of the corner of my eye.

Rosemary put a finger in front of her lips, and then made a "come on in" motion with her hand. My cock was standing with anticipation as Susie crept in first, with Steph looking around her shoulder, trying to get a good look as they tip-toed silently in. I heard a muffled "Ooooh" from one of them, I'm not sure which, to which there was a quick, quiet "SHHH". I stretched out my legs and half rolled, while murmuring softly. I made it a point to roll onto my book, trying to increase the illusion I was out. It also allowed me to see the girls a little better without straining my eyes to the side.

Purposely, I twitched my cock twice, which brought a quiet gasp from Stephanie. Rosemary waved her hand at her insistently to hush her. I twitched my cock again, and again muttered a little under my breath indistinctly, but included "Steph" in what I said. Her head perked up, and she looked carefully in my face, trying to see if I was really asleep. As she looked intently I twitched my cock again and groaned softly, the thrust my hips forward just a little.

Susie looked a little disappointed when I said Steph's name, but Steph looked over at Rosemary and mouthed "Can you get him to talk?" She just shrugged her shoulders and leaned forward. I had to listen carefully to hear her voice, just above a whisper, saying my name and asking "Justin, what do you see? Do you like it?"

I mumbled something unintelligible, and waited. I couldn't make it too easy on them.

Rosemary leaned in again. "What do you see, Justin? Do you like it?"

I kind of shuffled my feet again, and twitched my cock a time or two. I noticed all three girls watching it intently, with Stephanie, twitching her hands. She obviously wanted to touch it so badly. "Nipples," I mumbled, nearly unintelligibly, and softly enough she leaned toward me to hear it. Speaking of nipples, hers looked good in my tee shirt. I licked my lips lightly.

"Did you say 'nipples,' Justin? Whose nipples?"

"Umm. Nipples. . . Steph. . . bikin. . . " I squirmed a little more, causing my cock to bounce up and down. Steph's eyes got wide, and her hands instinctively reached up to cover her boobs.

"Did you like Steph's nipples, Justin?" I just shifted my hips back and forth and twitched my hands. "Did you see anybody else's nipples, Justin?" I just mumbled something unintelligible. Pre-cum appeared on my cock, which caused Susie to gasp and point. Rosemary shushed her urgently, but nodded. Susie leaned in to get a closer look. Her nightgown gapped open at the top, allowing a good view down her cleavage, and my cock twitched on its own, and pre-cum started to run down my cock.

"Did you see anyone else's nipples, Justin?"

"Sus. . . Ros. . . pokies. Nice. . . " I mumbled along with more unintelligible sounds. Susie reached out a finger and wiped off some of the pre-cum and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. My cock bobbed up and down, both from the pressure of her finger, and from the sensation of being touched. When she held her fingers to her nose and sniffed I twitched again. Steph had her left hand under her Baby Doll top, and down her panties, and was sucking her lower lip between her teeth. She moaned quietly, then reached out with a tentative right hand and grasped the head of my cock between her thumb and fingers and gently squeezed it. A shiver ran through her body, and she let out another moan.

My cock twitched in her hand several times, and more pre-cum ran out onto her fingers. My hips flexed involuntarily, and I let out a little bit of a gasp. To cover up my reaction I rolled my head from side to side and mumbled more unintelligible noises. Stephanie pulled her hand back and sniffed the pre-cum and tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted it. "Not bad," she whispered. "It doesn't taste bad at all." Of course, that set off more twitching and more pre-cum. I hoped she would hold it again.

"Can we see him orgasm?" whispered Susie.

"I don't know," whispered Rosemary. "We don't want him to wake up." She leaned down and whispered into my ear again, "Justin, would you like to see our nipples? Would you like to see us topless? Maybe we could do that for you. Would you like it?" All I could do was moan in reply. I couldn't think of a way to reply without giving myself away. "Maybe you would like to feel them?"

Pre-cum was running down my cock copiously now; and even dripped from the head into my navel. Susie giggled when it dripped and Rosemary shot her a dark look. Rosemary took my carefully limp hand and lifted it up to her breast and placed the palm of my hand over her nipple. She sucked in her breath between her teeth at the contact, and I moaned aloud. My cock bounced up and down and dripped some more. I had to be careful not to give myself away, but I think they were so in to what was happening they wouldn't have noticed if I opened my eyes. I also had to figure out a way to get some of this action for real, without pretending to be asleep!

Susie slipped around to the other side of my twin bed, and placed my other hand on her boob, and rubbed it around. She tried to get me to pluck at her nipples with my fingers, but I played possum and didn't go along. It did feel very nice, though. Steph had one hand down her panties, and the other hand up inside her top, squeezing her tits and plucking feverishly at her nipples. Finally, with a groan she pulled her hand from inside her top and grabbed my cock, and none to gently, for one who wanted me to stay asleep. I moaned and rolled my head back and forth a couple of times. I thought I had given myself away, but when I muttered "nipples, see nipples," a couple of times Rosemary relaxed.

Steph started sliding her hand up and down my cock, moaning continuously. There was plenty of lube from all the pre-cum. I was so turned on and fired up it only took a few strokes, and my eyes flew open, but rolled up in my head as I started cumming, and cumming. Steph let me shoot a couple of times, and then really surprised me when she bent over and took the head of my cock into her mouth and took the next shot. She pulled me back out, and let the rest shoot out onto my chest and belly, while she let out a loud moan, clutched her pussy with her left hand, and sank to the floor.

I let out a groan and let my eyes go closed again as Rosemary motioned quickly for Susie to come back around the bed and she shooed them from the room. I heard a faint click as the door closed. I was totally spent, but I had to see what happened in the other room. Grabbing some tissues I quickly wiped my cum off my chest with my left hand while I was logging in to the WiFi with my right.

The screen came to life just in time to see Steph with a very satisfied look on her face standing in front of the koala. "Mr. Koala, you won't believe what I just did!"

Susie interjected, "I couldn't believe you put his cock in your mouth! Wasn't it gross?"

"Hmm Umm. I liked it. I never came so hard in my life! Thanks, Rosemary!"

Rosemary just nodded, and fidgeted on the far side of the bed. "I don't know about you two, but I'm so horny right now if Justin came in here I'd let him jump me." She was openly rubbing her breast and pulling at her nipple. A guilty look came over her face. "I feel king of badly, though. What we did wasn't right or fair to Justin. I wish we could think of a way to make it up to him."

Susie had pulled her nightgown up high enough to reach her hand in under it and was rubbing furiously at her pussy, mindless of the other two. "Maybe we could, unh, maybe, unh, we could go down, unhhh, to breakfast in our, unh, pajamas, and see what, unhhh, happens, OHHHHHHH!" She fell backward onto the bed, breathing hard, but with a very satisfied smile. "Wow, that was good!"

Rosemary slipped a hand under her tee shirt and started rubbing herself. "You know something, I almost wish Justin could see us now," and with a quiet wail her orgasm overtook her.

Stephanie turned to the other two girls. "You know what? I'm so turned on I can't stay dressed. I've never slept naked before, but after what we just did, I'm going to tonight. I was glued to the screen as she reached down and grasped the hem of her top and pulled . . .
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I was glued to the screen as she reached down and grasped the hem of her top and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth, quick motion. Unfortunately, she still had her back to me, so I didn't see her tits. She tossed her top on the floor, and then in one fluid motion slipped her Baby Doll panties down her legs, and kicked them to the side. I had just a split second where I could almost see her pussy between her legs, but not quite. I thought she was going to climb directly into the bed, and my viewing would be over, but she stood there, rubbing her tits with both hands and swaying back and forth.

My mouth was dry, and I kept licking my lips with anticipation, but I still didn't see anything. My cock was hard again, and twitching in my hand as I held it. Then disaster struck.

Rosemary's phone rang. I looked at the clock on the monitor quickly and saw it was only 11:45. I could have sworn it was much later, but still it was late for a call. Rosemary jumped from her bed and grabbed her phone from her pocketbook. I could hear her, but not who it was on the other end. It was obviously bad news as she sank down on the bed and burst into tears. I paid no attention to the others as I watched my sister cry. I wanted badly to go in and comfort her, but I couldn't. How could I know anything was wrong? I saw her nod her head a time or two, and then she thumbed off the phone. "That was Mom. My Grandmother just had a stroke, and they want us right away. She and Dad are driving back, but Justin and I are to go directly to the hospital. I have to tell him."

Quickly, I shut down the monitor and jumped into my bed. I had to play this cool. Somehow I couldn't let my emotions show when she called me. My Grandmother! This was going to be tough. My cock had shriveled instantly at the news, but I was still nude, which was normal. I just hoped if she opened the door she wouldn't notice I had wiped off the semen that was on my chest.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I hesitated before answering, as if I had to be awakened. My mind was racing to be certain I didn't give myself away. Another knock, a little louder, along with Rosemary's voice, "Justin, Justin, are you awake?"

"Hmmm?" I mumbled.

My door popped open a crack. "Justin, you need to wake up. I have to talk to you."

Thinking quickly I sat halfway up. Perhaps I could open up opportunities if I was careful. "Come on in," I said, as if half asleep.

Rosemary opened the door and stepped in my room. "Oh! You aren't dressed!" She fumbled behind her for the doorknob, but I noticed she didn't take her eyes off of me as she tried to get the door opened, but pulled it against her foot instead. She fumbled about, flustered at being seen looking at me and turned and ducked out the door. I struggled mightily not to smile as she said through the door, "Can you get dressed and come out a minute. I have to talk with you."

I slipped on some boxers, there wasn't a lot of point in being more discreet now that they had all seen me starkers, and had their fun. I walked over and opened the door, rubbing my eyes, as if I had been asleep.

"Mom just called. She and Dad are on their way. Grandma just had a stroke, and you and I have to hurry over to the hospital. They have called the family in." Tears were flowing, and I couldn't help them welling in my own eyes. Grandma Stevens, Mom's mom, was one of the finest people you could ever meet, and Rosemary and I were very close to her.

Susie and Stephanie were both in the hall with Rosemary, with arms around her, but I hardly noticed them. How things change in a hurry! I turned about and went back into my room to throw on some clothes.

Five minutes later, Rosemary came down the stairs to the kitchen where I was waiting. Over her shoulder she called back up to the others, "You guys may as well sleep here. I don't know how long we will be. I'll let you know what is going on. Feel free to help yourself to anything you want." "Yeah, Mom knows you are here, so it won't be a problem," she said to a question I couldn't hear. She and I hurried out to my Mini, and I drove quickly across town to the hospital, with my heart in my throat, worried about my grandmother. Rosemary sat beside me, with tears on her cheeks. I made very good time getting to the hospital, and parked by the emergency room. We both jumped out of the car and hurried across the drive to the entry. A rather harried attendant at the desk looked up at us, and looked back down at her computer and continued at her task. Rosemary quickly spoke up. "Florence Stevens? Where can we find her?"

The attendant held up a hand in a "just a minute" sign and continued typing away at her keyboard. After a couple of minutes she looked up and said, "Sorry. We are totally swamped tonight. Who did you need?"

"Florence Stevens, please."

"I'm sorry, but she is in ICU, and I can't let you in there. Are you family?"

"Yes," I said. "We are her grandchildren, and we were called to come immediately, that she had a stroke."

"I see. I'm sorry, but I can't allow anyone into the ICU units. I'll page the Dr. and ask him to step out and talk with you. I'm sure he can help you. Please have a seat in the second waiting area. What are your names?

"I'm Justin, and she is Rosemary Thyme."

"Someone will be with you as soon as possible. Don't worry. Your grandmother is getting the best care possible." Not exactly the most caring response, but what did I expect?

With heavy hearts we walked across the lobby to the family waiting area, and sat down in rather uncomfortable chairs to wait. Rosemary grasped my hand in hers and leaned her head on my shoulder, and momentarily I felt moisture as her tears dropped onto my shirt. Although we were not all that close, with totally different interests, there was no doubt we loved each other. As badly as I was hurting, worried about my grandmother; having Rosemary crying on my shoulder hurt me even more. I reached my arm around her, and let her snuggle herself closely to me for comfort, as she continued weeping.

With no information I didn't even have anything with which to comfort her. All I could do was to hold her and let her cry. I nestled my face down into her hair and did my best not to join her in tears.

We sat that way for at least half an hour before a young Dr. came bustling into the room. "Mr. Thyme? I'm Dr. Dawson, and I'm one of the physicians who has been caring for your grandmother. Please let me set your minds at ease. She is doing well, and resting comfortably. Your grandfather is with her, but we really feel it would be better if she didn't have any other visitors at this time.

"Your grandfather noticed she wasn't reacting normally and called 911 right away, and the EMT's were able to stabilize her and get her here within minutes, so we were able to give her tPA early enough that we think she will have little damage. It was a mild stroke, and barring further complications she should make a full recovery. We will keep her in ICU overnight, though, to keep an eye on her. My advice would be to return home and get a good night's rest and come back tomorrow in the late morning after she has been transferred to a regular room. We will give you a call if anything changes. OK?"

Rosemary wiped her eyes and asked, "Are you sure we can't see her for just a few minutes?"

"I'm sorry, Miss, but it really would not be wise. She doesn't need anything that would excite her at this point, and seeing her grandchildren worried about her would do that. It isn't that we are uncaring, but we have to look out for the best interest of our patients, and in the long run, your best interests, too."

"Can we at least see Grandpa?" She sniffled. "At least let him know we are here?"

"Oh, certainly. I thought he already knew you were here! The receptionist should have told him. I'll let him know right away and ask him to step out here. If you will please excuse me, we are extremely busy tonight, and I need to get back to my patients. I'm not trying to run out on you, I promise, but I must go. Come back tomorrow, oh, say after 10:00. 11 would be even better."

He hurried back out of the room, and Rosemary threw herself into my arms again and sobbed on my shoulder once more. "Oh, Justin, I don't know what I would do if she wasn't going to be OK."

"Easy, there, Rosemary. You heard the doc. She's going to be fine. A lot of people have these little strokes, and you never know anything happened. She's going to be fine." I kept repeating that over and over, trying to give comfort, as I myself felt such a load lifted off of my shoulders. "Why don't you give Mom a call, so that she and Dad don't push themselves too hard to get back here?"

Rosemary lifted her head and looked through tear swollen eyes at me. "I'd rather wait until we've talked with Grandpa. I won't be sure she's going to be OK until he tells me." I felt like a total jerk just then, when I realized my cock had been reacting to Rosemary pressing her bra-less breasts against me as she sat there and cried. I tried not to notice, honest, but my cock noticed. Holding her just felt so nice, and now that I wasn't worried about my Grandmother any more I was aware.

Grandpa Stevens came hurrying into the waiting room as Rosemary continued to snuggle her head on my shoulder for comfort. "Rosemary, Justin, I'm sorry I gave you guys a scare and made you come down here!"

Rosemary jumped up from the chair and threw herself into his arms and burst into tears again. "Easy, there, girl. Easy. She's going to be fine. It was just a minor blood clot, and they were able to treat it right away, so there's probably not going to be any damage."

I handed Rosemary a couple of tissues from the box on the table, and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. "You're sure, Grandpa? You aren't just trying to make me feel good, are you?"

"No, girl. She's going to be fine. When she fell over the garden hose two weeks ago and banged her knee on that shovel she got a blood clot. She's been taking Coumadin for it, and the Dr. warned her there was a possibility the clot could break loose and cause this. That's why I noticed as soon as I did and got her here, where they were able to treat it with that new stuff that stops strokes. Fortunately we hadn't gone to sleep yet. They just need to keep an eye on her overnight and make sure she doesn't have any others, but they say she will be fine. Now why don't you two go on home and get some rest, then come in to see her tomorrow."

"OK, Grandpa, if you are sure. Tell Grandma we love her."

"I'll do that thing. She loves you two, too, you know. How about do me one favor?"

"Sure," I said. "What can we do?"

"Call your mother and tell her not to hurry in here. There isn't anything they can do tonight, and I'm sorry I dragged them back home. I can't use my cell in the ICU, and I don't have any reception in here either."

Rosemary spoke up. "Now, Grandpa, you know she is going to come here first. I'll call her and tell her what's going on, but you know her better than that."

Grandpa just chuckled. "She is her mother's daughter, and I can see the nut didn't fall to far from the tree, did it?" He reached out and gave Rosemary a hug. "Thanks for hurrying in here, but get on out of here and get some rest." He hugged my neck, too, and said, "Scat. I'll see you in the morning. Or a little later in the morning, I guess it is." He waved a hand and turned back to go be with Grandma.

Rosemary and I walked back out into the night, very much relieved by the news. Rosemary gave me a big hug just before we got back to the car. I'll blame it on the relief I was feeling, but when I felt her breasts pressing against my chest, and she laid her head on my shoulder, my cock lurched. I know she felt it, and I couldn't pull away, because I was leaning against the car. She didn't pull away either, but just hugged me tighter. I kept telling myself, "she's your sister dude, she's your sister," but it didn't seem to make much difference.

Rosemary lifted her head, and looked into my eyes, but she didn't loosen her hug. All it did was to cause her lower body to press even more closely against mine. "Thank you for being here for me, Justin. I love you. Sometimes I think you are more than just a brother to me." She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips, and turned and got into the car. My head was spinning as I walked around to my door and got in.

I started the car and backed out of the parking place as Rosemary dialed Mom on her cell phone. As I pulled into the street I could hear Mom answer, and Rosemary put it on speaker so I could be in on the conversation as well. I jumped, though, when Rosemary rested her hand on my thigh as we talked with Mom, reassuring her that Grandma was going to be OK, and that they didn't have to hurry back. Rosemary had told Grandpa correctly, though. Mom was going to the hospital before anything else. In fact, they planned on just staying there with Grandpa. Since she was a daughter she knew she would be allowed to stay in the room also, if Grandpa was, and Dad would be allowed as well. They had recliners in the rooms that could suffice to sleep in until the Dr's made their decisions in the morning. They would see us when we went in to see Grandma about 11.

We drove for a couple of blocks in silence before Rosemary squeezed my thigh, where she had left her hand, and said quietly, "Justin, I'm sorry I walked in on you when you weren't dressed. I'll ask before I open the door next time. Do you always sleep nude?"

I blushed. I knew what I was doing when I told her to come in, but I wasn't used to talking about things with my sister. "Yeah. I always do. Why?"

"I was just curious. I never do, but . . . "

I waited, and when she didn't continue, "But what?"

It was Rosemary's turn to blush. "Well . . . Sometimes . . . Sometimes, when no one is home I like to go nude around the house." I turned to look at her, surprised. "Don't say anything to Mom, or the girls!"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"I don't know. I don't even know why I told you, other than talking about walking in on you, I guess."

"Sleeping nude is one thing, but why do you want to walk around the house nude?"

"I don't know. It just feels good, and free, sort of. It's a rush."

"Aren't you afraid of getting seen?"

"I'm careful when I do it, like I only do it if I know Mom and Dad aren't going to be home, and you are at work or something. Once, I even went swimming."

I looked over at Rosemary amazed. Maybe this was part of the new bikini and going bra-less in the tight tee shirts and stuff. "Well, don't let me stop you."

She just laughed. "Yeah, right. I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Maybe you would want to join me?" She laughed again at the look of consternation on my face.

My cock was growing again. I couldn't seem to keep it down, lately. And to think I was trying so hard to see in her room, hoping to see her naked and she is walking around the whole house nude.

"I never had the guts to try walking around the whole house naked. A lot of times I'm naked in my room, but with the door locked, just in case. I like to sleep naked, it just feels free, as you say, but that's with my door closed. Is that why you've started dressing like you have been lately? You know, the little shorts and the tee-shirt with no bra?"

She sat quietly for a moment. "No, not really. That was something else. You acted like you liked it, though?"

"Well, duh! I'm a guy! Even if you are my sister, you have a sexy body. What's not to like?"

"You think I have a sexy body?"

"Uh huh."

"Justin, have you ever, well, how, I mean, have you ever seen a girl naked before? Besides porn, I mean?"

What was going on here? Where was this questioning going? "No. I never have. What's with the questions? Have you seen a guy?"

"I don't know. Just kind of curious I guess. You're the only one I've seen, and it wasn't nearly as big as it is now." She giggled. "Remember, I told you girls like to look, too." "I'd better text the girls, so they won't be surprised when we walk in."

I hadn't noticed, before now, but her hand had slid a little higher on my leg. What was going on here? I noticed because she gave my leg a squeeze just below the end of my cock before she let go to grab her phone.

I have no idea what she said on the text, but it went back and forth a few times, and Rosemary kept looking up at me with a little grin on her face.

We pulled into the drive just a few minutes later, and I turned the car off and I opened my door. "Justin." I turned and looked at Rosemary. "Thanks for being such a wonderful brother. I love you."

"I don't know that I'm so wonderful, but thanks. What brought that about?"

"I appreciate the way you took care of me tonight. I don't know what I'd have done without you. And then there are the nice things you do for me, like my Koala. Do you know all the girls at school are jealous?"

"They are?"

"Umh hmm. I took pictures of him and took them to school. I'll bet I could hook you up with about anyone you wanted. Of course, Susie and Stephanie already think you are wonderful. Stephie was already crushing on you before she saw Mr. Koala." She laid a hand on my arm almost possessively. "She talks to it like it's real." A blush stole across her face. "I do, too," she half whispered. "I tell him things I can't tell other people, because I know he keeps secrets." A half smile split her lips. "I have him help me pick out my outfits, even. He is so real that, don't laugh at me, I don't even get dressed in front of him. I always turn the lights out!"

I just smiled at her. No way could I let on I knew she was shy about undressing in front of a stuffed animal. "You'll walk around the house nude, but you won't undress in front of a stuffed animal?

"I know it's silly! He just looks so real, I feel like someone is watching me all the time. You should have seen me the first morning when the alarm went off and I touched him trying to hit the snooze." She giggled. "I woke up enough for two mornings!"

"I'm glad you like him. I wanted to do something special for you for your 18th. I was afraid you would think it childish."

"Never! He's my confidant. I can tell him things I can't tell anyone, even Stephie and Susie. Anyway, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you." She leaned across the car and gave me another hug. Those boobs brushing against my tee shirt weren't doing anything to deflate my cock. That was for sure!

We started up the walk to the front door and Rosemary uncharacteristically grabbed my hand and leaned into my shoulder. The door popped open just as we reached it. Obviously the girls were waiting for us. I didn't see anyone, though, although the reason why was obvious when we entered. Both girls were behind the door, where they would not be seen with it open because they were wearing their nightwear. I know my eyes went wide with surprise as both girls hugged Rosemary, obviously happy with us that our Grandmother Stevens was going to be OK. What really surprised me though was both girls turned and hugged me, also. Feeling two sets of unfettered breasts against me did nothing to deflate my still partially hard cock from Rosemary's breasts and talk.

Seeing Stephanie's legs that went all the way up to those baby doll panties didn't help either! I know, I know, I had seen them when she was wearing a bikini, (which also turned me on) but there was just something different about seeing them going up to her PJ panties, knowing there was nothing else under there, was icing on the cake.
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Stephanie rubbed her breasts on me a bit as she pulled away and said, "We made some cocoa. Why don't you come in the kitchen and tell us about it?"

Susie piped up quickly, almost too quickly, and said, "Why don't you get ready for bed first. We'll make it a pajama party." From the look she gave Rosemary I knew it wasn't spontaneous. That had probably been part of the texting frenzy.

"I guess I'll just have to stay like this, then. I don't wear anything to bed."

"Ohhh, that would be OK!" said Stephie with a raised eyebrow. "I'd like that!"

Rosemary quickly said, "Why don't you throw on some boxers like you did earlier tonight? That would work OK."

Now I knew this was planned. I wanted to look over the recording of the time we were gone to see what had transpired, but decided I'd see how this played out first. I could watch that later. First, though, I had to release some pressure. There was no way I was going to go back to the kitchen sporting a boner in my boxers. I knew I would be sporting one, before the time was over, and I knew the girls were counting on it, but I wasn't going to go down the stairs with one.

I hurried to my room, and locked the door behind me this time. Quickly I turned on my monitor just as Rosemary entered her room. Maybe, just maybe I'd get lucky this time. I watched intently as I dropped my trousers, freeing my hard cock. Rosemary first of all walked over to the Koala and stroked it a few times. "I'm so confused, Mr. Koala," she said as she unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. "I don't understand my feelings for Justin." She slipped her jeans down her legs, and then sat on the edge of the bed to pull them over her feet as I stared fixated on the screen.

"I think I'm in love with him." The impact of her words struck me like a blow to the chest. Wow! I never saw that coming! "I know it isn't right, that I shouldn't be in love with my own brother, but it's different. I can't help how I feel! Will you help me get him interested in Stephie? I think I could bear that, because she's my friend."

Rosemary stood, and true to form turned her back and slipped off her shirt and panties, before putting on my over-sized tee-shirt that she slept in, over her head. She turned back and stroked the Koala again and giggled. "I don't know why I feel funny undressing in front of you, Mr. Koala. You just seem so real. I tell you everything, but I feel funny with you watching me." She bent over and hugged it, nestling the fur with her cheek. Her neckline gapped open, giving me a wonderful view down her cleavage all the way to her navel, but her nipples were covered. I groaned as cum shot from my cock. I hadn't even realized I'd been stroking.

I pulled on some boxers and started to leave the room after cleaning up the mess I made, but then on a whim turned around and grabbed a clean tee shirt from my drawer and pulled it on. After all, the girls weren't topless. Maybe I could make something happen.

Rosemary was just descending the steps when I stepped out, and I noted the jiggle of her ass as she took each step. Both Stephanie and Susie were waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs, and I took a good look at their sleepwear as I slowly made my way down. Stepha's baby dolls had a deep scoop neck and puffy sleeves with a frill at the end, where they were gathered with elastic. They only difference between the styling, and that of what a little girl would wear was the gathering just below the bust, from which it flared out widely, ending just below the junction of the legs. The baby doll panties were billowy, and designed to have legs like shorts, but Stepha was wearing them with the legs pulled all the way up. They were gathered with elastic, and had a frill around them also. Like I said earlier, her bikini showed more, but knowing what they were, plus the frill around each thigh drew the eyes down there.

Susie's gown was as I had thought from seeing it in the monitor. It was satin, or something of the sort. I'm not a seamstress or tailor. Whatever it was, it molded itself around whatever surface it lay on. Susie's breasts were well defined, with the material sinking into her cleavage beautifully. As she moved, every jiggle of her breasts was accented by the accompanying jiggle of the fabric. I didn't know where I wanted to look the most, but I tried hard not to stare at any of the girls.

It was when we went into the kitchen that I noticed Rosemary. She was wearing a different shirt than she had worn earlier. This one was an older shirt, and not quite as large, although it was still long. I remembered this one from several years ago. I had hardly worn it, because it was too long. I thought it felt like a dress rather than a shirt. It still looked somewhat like a short dress on Rosemary, coming to upper mid-thigh, but the interesting thing was how thin it was. I could see just a bit of darkness around the nipples, which made obvious bumps, although her nipples weren't particularly hard. I had to swallow hard and look away when I saw them. Stroking myself off for some relief before coming down was going to be short-lived if I kept looking at her!

Stephie took one look at me and started complaining right away. "What are you doing wearing a tee shirt? You don't sleep in one! Not fair!"

"Yeah, but you aren't topless, either."

"Right. It's not the same and you know it. I think we ought to take if off of him. What do you say, girls?"

"Works for me," Susie said. "Let's get him!"

I'm not all that big, and there were three of them! Well, to be honest, I really didn't struggle all that much. There was a good bit of grabbing and rubbing and pushing all around, and a good time was had by all. Anyway, I ended up shirtless, and almost boxer-less, but I did put up a struggle for those. At one time or another I "accidentally" felt up all three girl's breasts; and I can assure you Stepha's legs go all the way up. The horseplay lasted a lot longer than it needed, but the girls really didn't try much harder to get it off than I tried to keep it on. I know my cock was fondled more than three times, so I assume they each had a shot at it.

I was better than half hard when we finally sat down at the table, all of us breathing hard, but then I was also looking at three sets of nipples that appeared at least somewhat excited, based on the protrusions they made in the nightwear. Susie served up the cocoa, made with milk and real cocoa instead of that instant mix stuff. That instant stuff may be OK to keep one alive if stranded with nothing else in a snow storm, but we don't get many of those down her in southern Arizona! The top of each mug was smothered with four melted marshmallows, and was steaming. Somehow, she managed to brush my shoulder with one of her boobs as she set my mug down on the table, and then gave me a cheeky smile as she stepped back. I noticed Stepha kind of gave her a dirty look in return.

I picked up my cup and took a healthy sip, and sputtered in surprise. When I looked up all three girls giggled at me. "I told her to put in a little Bailey's", snickered Rosemary. "I kind of felt like having a party. Not a 'party' kind of party, but after tonight I just wanted to let off a little steam. We aren't going anyplace, and we won't hurt anything. One little drink won't make us drunk." I just nodded, tentatively, although mine didn't taste like a "little" drink. It was pretty stiff.

I didn't have much to add to the conversation as we drank our cocoa as it was mostly chick stuff, but I can't say enough about the scenery. I felt a foot sliding up my calf, and jumped a little, which brought a giggle from Stephie. Rosemary looked at her questioningly, but only got a sly grin in response. The foot caressed my calf again, and not being surprised, I didn't react. It took Rosemary and Susie only moments though to figure out what was happening, and before I knew it I had three feet vying for my attention, sliding up and down my legs.

Rosemary was across from me, and she had the angle that allowed her to slide her foot up higher and between my knees, and on up to press on my boxers. She gave me a knowing smile as she slipped her big toe under the hem and up toward the hinge of my thigh. Fortunately, she was on the left leg, or she would have run into the head of my cock on the right leg. I know she bumped it a couple of times, though, although I'm not really sure she noticed from her lack of reaction.

The girls started getting rather giggly, and started laughing at the slightest thing. I started paying a little closer attention, as some of the subjects started getting a little more ribald. It wasn't as if the girls forgot I was there, but more that there wasn't any difference. They weren't drunk, not by any means, but it seemed their inhibitions were significantly lower.

Susie is the one who really got things going. "Say, did you hear about Deb Jensen, and her boob job?"

That had them giggling again. Neither of the others had. Susie responded, "Yeah, she did it over Spring Break, and went up two cup sizes."

Stephie said, "What's she going to do, carry them in a wheelbarrow?" which had us all laughing hysterically. Deb Jensen was not under-endowed to start with. Going up two sizes was going to make her look huge.

"What do you think about it, Justin?" All three girls were looking at me with anticipation to see what I had to say. I was embarrassed at the attention, but they wouldn't let up.

"I think it is silly. I don't think they look right, and they are unbalanced. Besides, I don't think bigger is always better."

"What do you think about ours? Are we big enough?" Now I knew the alcohol was affecting them for certain.

I hesitated, but with all of them looking at me, awaiting my response I had to say something. How was I to answer without getting myself in too deep? "I think they are just fine," finally was my reply.

Stephie looked downward with a sad look on her face. "I knew it. Mine are small, I know."

"I didn't say that! I said I think they are just fine."

"Yes, but you hesitated, and I know what 'fine' means when a guy says it." She covered her breasts with her hands. "I know I'm not big like Rosemary or Susie, or about anyone else. It's OK."

I think the alcohol must have been getting to me, too, because I said, "Stepha, you are not too small! I love your boobs." My face was inflamed, but I couldn't stop myself. "I've had the hardest time not staring at them all night, and earlier, when you were wearing your bikini, especially when the AC made your nipples poke. I thought you would think I'm the biggest perv around, the way I was looking at you. All three of you have had me in testosterone heaven all night, and I haven't even seen them!" I stopped nonplussed, not believing what I had said. I meant what I said; it's not that, it is just that I said it!

"Thanks."

"Stephie, how big are you?" asked Susie.

"34 B"

"That's not bad at all," piped in Rosemary. "Ellie Campbell is only an A."

"I think it's about time to go to bed before we do something we would be sorry about later," said Stephanie. "I'm not sure that Bailey's was such a good idea."

"Don't feel badly, Stepha. It was all good fun, and it all stays here, right guys?" said Rosemary. "It is 2:20, and Justin and I have to get going to see Grandma in the morning."

I didn't want to stand right then, because of the erection tenting my boxers. Even with the relief from earlier, two plus hours of constant stimulation had me so hard I hurt and was leaking a big wet spot on the front of my boxers.

Stephie stopped at my chair though, and I wasn't going to be able to remain seated. "Don't I get a good-night hug, Justin?" I slowly stood, and she looked at my crotch and giggled. "I guess maybe I'm not too small, after all, hmm?" I tried to hug her from the side, but she stepped right into my arms and hugged me straight on, and even rubbed herself against my cock once or twice. "I'll blame the alcohol for that." She giggled and let me go with a little kiss on the cheek.

Susie stepped over for a hug as well. Her nipples were showing nicely through her satin gown, and the light shimmered off of her breasts as they moved. I swallowed hard as she stepped in and hugged me tight. "Goodnight, Justin. Think of me when you rub one out tonight," she whispered in my ear. Leaning back a little she said, "I hope you like mine a little bit, too."

Rosemary stepped in for a hug as well, and crushed her breasts into my chest. She seemed almost jealous in her actions, but I played it off as nothing. She gave me a little peck on the lips and half whispered, "I love you, Justin. Good night." With that they all turned and headed up the steps. I flipped off the lights and followed, and again, I swear there was a little extra wiggle in Rosemary's ass as she ascended the steps.

As soon as I could get my door closed and locked I hurried over to my computer and turned on the monitor. "sure my boobs are big enough?" Stephanie was in mid-sentence. She cupped her breasts in her hands thoughtfully.

"Stephie, girl," said Susie, "the least of your worries is your tits. Didn't you notice I hardly could catch Justin's eyes all night?" That wasn't quite true, but it is true Stepha got more than her share of my attention, along with Rosemary. Steph wasn't even wearing an outfit that showed off her breasts as much as the others were.

Stepha turned to the Koala. "Mr. Koala, do you think my breasts are big enough for Justin?" She cupped them in her hands, stretching the fabric over them enticingly, and thumbing her nipples. I groaned, glad they couldn't hear me. For a moment she grasped the hem of her top, looking at the Koala with her lower lip between her teeth. I thought she was going to pull it off, but then she let it drop with "I don't know what is wrong with me, asking a stuffed animal what it thinks." She brushed her hands back down across her boobs once more before turning back toward the bed.

Susie turned to Rosemary, who seemed almost cross for some reason. "Hey, Rosie, do you think maybe we could sneak into Justin's room again tonight?"

"I don't think so. I don't think we could stay quiet enough tonight. Besides, I have to get up before long if I'm going to get a shower before going to see Grandma Stevens. I think we'd better leave well enough alone for tonight. Maybe we can do something again soon. I'll try to see if Mom and Dad are both going out of town the same weekend again." She turned toward the Koala, and cupped her own breasts in her hands. "Justin didn't say anything about me, tonight, Mr. Koala." Her nipples responded to her stroking and stood out; highlighting the faint brown outline I was straining to see through the fabric. "I wore this shirt on purpose, too. I didn't want it to be see-through, but I thought it would be something he would like."

Susie stepped up beside her and slipped an arm around her waist. "Honey, you should have seen his eyes when you first came down. I thought I was going to have to pick them up and hand them back to him. He almost drooled."

Rosemary visibly brightened. How insecure these girls are! If you don't compliment them frequently they lose all sense of value and beauty. Susie was not as bad as the others, but that was probably because she was such a tease. I wondered how it would be when she finally found a guy she was really interested in. Right now, she was interested in us all, but more as toys than anything. That didn't stop me from admiring her boobs as they showed on my screen.

Rosemary circled her nipples a few times with a finger-tip, and then plucked at the nipple a time or two before turning and saying, "If I don't stop that, I'm going to have to finish it off. I'm so horny now I don't know how I'll sleep." Turning to the bed she crawled onto it by putting up a knee and then getting on her hands and knees to crawl to the center. Her shirt came up almost high enough, but not quite. Close, oh so close, but not enough. It seemed to be the story of my life. Their light went out, and all I could see was a little movement in the king-sized bed as they got comfortable.

As I stroked one out it wasn't Susie I thought of, no matter her request, but rather Stephanie, and then just before the final explosion it was Rosemary's eyes as she looked into Mr. Koala's eyes and fingered her nipples. Oh well, tomorrow is another day . . .
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Update 08


Sunday morning started off on a rather subdued note. There was no opportunity for any hi-jinks before Rosemary and I left for the hospital. I didn't even get an opportunity to watch anything of interest as the girls go dressed, as they took their clothes into the bathroom and dressed after they showered.

I really wasn't all that disappointed, as my Grandmother was weighing rather heavily on my mind. Our family has been blessed in that Rosemary and I have not been faced with serious illness or death among any of our close family, and the concept was rather foreign to us. To have our Grandmother in the hospital was a major thing; even though we had been assure she would be OK. I couldn't even remember anyone ever being in the hospital. I was in the ER once, when I broke my collar bone, but that is all I can remember.

I know it was really bothering Rosemary, too, because she hardly talked at all. Her clothes were the most conservative I've seen her wear in quite a while, also. She has never been one to dress in a slutty fashion, well, except for lately when Mom and Dad aren't home. Today, however, was radically different than normal. She looked nice, don't get me wrong. I think she would look nice wearing a burlap bag, but that's not what I'm talking about. She wasn't dowdy, just very demure.

I guess I wasn't a whole lot different, in that I wore a pair of Khaki's and a polo shirt with dress shoes. For me, it was almost formal.

Susie and Stephanie both gave me a big hug when they left for home, just before Rosemary and I took off for the hospital. We had just gotten into my Mini and I started the engine, when Dad pulled into the drive. I was surprised to see him, and jumped out of the car to see what was wrong, but Rosemary beat me to it.

"Hi, Daddy. What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing. Can't a man come home?" he asked with a grin.

"You know! How's Grandma?" Rosemary gave him a big hug, and he reached an arm out and pulled me into the embrace as well. We tend to be a huggy family.

"Oh, her. Is that why you two are dressed for a funeral? She's doing fine. No sign of any permanent damage, and they think it was from the blood clot, so there is no sign of any disease, but they'll be checking some more before she goes home."

"Why are you home, then?"

"I have to fly to St. Louis this afternoon. Did you forget? I've got to clean up a bit and grab my stuff. I'm also going to take some things to your mother. She plans to stay with Mom tonight, so Grandpa can go home and get some rest. Can you two 'adults' make it on your own for one more night?"

"Sure," I said. Do you want us to take Mom's stuff to her?"

"No, I want to stop back by on the way to the airport. Why don't you two head on over there? Your grandmother was asking for you. No, don't worry!" he said at the look on my face. "She just knows you are worried and wants to see you. Scoot on over, but don't stay long, please. She is fine, but being in the hospital is tiring enough, and talking with people is wearing. Forty-five minutes at the most, but leave after thirty if you see she is tired. OK?"

"Will do, Daddy. When will you be home from St. Louis?"

"Not until Friday, this time. I'm sorry."

"Me, too. I miss you." Rosemary turned and walked back around my car.

I shook Dad's hand and gave him a hug before climbing back into the car myself. He is a man I really admire. Although he has to travel a lot for business he is not stinting of his time with us when he is home. Neither does he try to buy our affection with gifts like some of my friends parents do. Sure, he gives us nice things, like our cars, but they have practical purpose behind them as well.

I know he and Mom put a lot of thought into what cars to get us, and they picked ones that went along with our personality and that we would enjoy. I loved my Mini, but there was no way I was riding in that little Bug. Nothing wrong with the Bug, but it just wasn't me.

I was going to have to pay attention to the way he did things if I was to be half the man he is.

Rosemary and I drove on over to the hospital. Neither of us had any idea what to expect, and we both were trying to prepare ourselves for whatever we found. About half way there Rosemary's hand found mine, and held it tightly until we pulled into the parking lot. It made for some difficulty shifting gears, but we made it, and truth be told, I kind of liked it myself.

A few times a tear trickled down Rosemary's cheek, and she sniffled a few times, but other than that things were pretty much under control, just subdued. When we got out of the car, but before going across the drive to the sidewalk, Rosemary buried her face on my shoulder and sobbed once. "Justin, what if she isn't really all right? She isn't going to die, is she?"

I put an arm about her shoulders and pulled her to me gently. "No, honey, she is going to be fine. Dad wouldn't have left if there was any problem, you know that."

"I know. I'm just a big baby, but I'm scared."

"Hey, there. You'll be OK. It's just the 'not knowing' that has you scared. Once we get up there, you'll see." I pulled gently on her shoulder guiding her toward the crosswalk. Once again, her hand found mine and grasped it tightly, as if to be certain I wasn't taken away from her.

We crossed the street and made our way in the entrance and up the elevator to the fourth floor and down to room 422, where Dad had told us to go. Grandma greeted us with a great big smile when we walked in the door. Her hospital bed was raised at the head, so that she was nearly sitting. To say I was relieved is totally understated. She didn't look sick. Sure, she had an IV in her arm, but that is standard practice.

"So how are my favorite grandchildren doing? You didn't get all dressed up for me, did you? I'm not dead yet. Don't you know only the good die young?" If that was the case she had outlived her time by quite a lot. Grandma Stevens was one of the kindest, gentlest people you will ever meet. Being 'good' was just a part of her DNA. Mom inherited a lot of it fortunately.

We walked in quietly and each gave her a hug and told her we love her. She, as was her custom, kissed us on the cheek and told us she loves us too. We also gave Mom a hug and a hello. Grandpa had gone home to get a little rest. I guess he had remained awake most of the night, starting at every little thing, no matter how well he had told us Grandma was doing. They are fun to watch together, being so in love they still hold hands when out and about. I hope I find someone I can last with for over forty years, and still want to hold hands. Of course, Grandpa says it is to keep her from running away, and Grandma says it is to keep him from chasing the girls.

We were uncertain as to what to do, so we sat, ill at ease talking with Grandma and Mom until Grandma finally put our minds to rest. We had been there for about thirty minutes or so when Dad came back with a small bag for Mom. Grandma seemed rather quiet and still for a few minutes, and Dad just looked over at us and nodded at Grandma. We took that as our cue to call it a day and go home. We each gave her a hug and kiss and promised to look in on her and left.

Dad walked out to the hallway with us. "See? I told you she was OK. She just needs to rest and recover a bit, but will probably go home in the next day or two. Your Mom may need to spend a little extra time over there for a few days, so do what you can to help out at the house, OK? Don't leave dishes or laundry for her to do."

He reached an arm around each of us and pulled us close. "I'm glad I can count on you to behave and keep up with things. I love you kids. See you Friday, OK?"

"Sure, Dad. We'll take care of things. You don't have to worry," Rosemary assured him. I just nodded.

"All right. You kids get on out of here then. Drop in tomorrow after school if you want. Again, keep it short. If she has visitors and look tired, just say your 'Hi's' and claim you have to do homework or something. The biggest thing she needs is rest." He gave us another squeeze, then turned and walked back into Grandma's room.

Rosemary was pensive on the walk back to the car. When we got to the Mini she sat down in her seat and grabbed my hand. Laying her head on my shoulder she let out a big sigh. "That was really hard. I don't like to see Grandma sick like that, but I'm glad she's going to be OK. I'm so relieved I don't know what to do."

I just nodded and started the car for the drive back home. Again, Rosemary held my hand the whole way home. I don't know if she was just needing reassurance, or why she held it, but once again, I liked it. Once we arrived at home Rosemary said, "I've got to get out of these clothes! I feel like I'm wearing mourning rags or something," and she shivered. Something seemed on her mind as she went directly to her room. I wasn't far behind in going to get changed myself, but first thing when I went in my room and closed the door I turned on my monitor, for the feed from the Koala.

At first, Rosemary sat on the edge of her bed and kicked off her shoes; then again looking pensive she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, showing the camisole she was wearing under it. She was deeply lost in thought as she undid each button, and I noted tears slowly trickling down her cheeks. "Mr. Koala, I was so scared. I thought I was going to lose my Grandma." She sniffed a time or two and reached over for a couple of tissues to pat her eyes dry. Girls are so funny. Even at times like this, and when they are at home changing down, they have to be so careful not to smudge the make-up they are going to take off in just a few minutes.

Rosemary reached over and stroked the Koala as she continued to sit and think. "I don't know what I would have done without Justin. I'm glad he was strong and able to help me. It's funny, Mr. Koala, but him giving me you is when I noticed how special he is. We just kind of went our own ways before, but now it's different." She pulled her shirt, untucking it from her waist as she said, "I need to find something special to do for him. Something to show him how special he is and what he means to me." Meantime, she stood and unzipped her slacks and slowly slid them down her legs. "What can I do?"

I had dropped my pants and underwear right away, and was working one-handed on pulling my shirt over my head, being careful to not lose sight of the monitor any more than absolutely necessary, and holding my turgid cock in my other hand. Was I at last going to see what I have been waiting for so impatiently since our birthdays?

Rosemary stepped out of her pants, and turning laid them on her bed carefully before slipping a hanger under the legs to hang it up. She walked slowly, thinking, over to her closet, wearing only her bikini underwear and camisole top. The more I saw of her, the more beautiful she became to me. On the one hand I was ashamed of myself for spying like this, but on the other I couldn't tear myself away. She hung the pants on the rail and turned, facing directly toward the Koala and grasped the bottom of her camisole and started lifting.

My breath hung in my throat. At last! She was still deep in thought as she was lifting the hem up to her boobs, and the trailing material rose along behind her hands up to the bottom swell of her breasts when she stopped and slowly lowered it back down. If I didn't know better I would think she knew about the camera, and was just playing with my mind, but her thoughtfulness as she lowered the camisole back down belied any knowledge of the Koala's double duty.

"No, that won't work," she muttered as she moved slowly back across the room to sit on her bed before the Koala once again. "Mr. Koala, what can I do for Justin?" She gathered the hem of the camisole between her fingers and slowly rolled it up and down as she thought. Her tugging on the cloth pulled it tighter across her nipples, and then as she loosened it, it would pop back up, causing them to bounce gently, but delightfully. I could see the shadow of her aerolas when it pulled tight, which made my cock leak a droplet of precum.

She was wearing a light pink pair of bikini hi-cut panties, through which I could make out just a shadow of pubic hair, but not enough to tell how trimmed it was. I knew it was trimmed, because of the bikini she was wearing the other day, but I didn't know if it was just a landing strip or full, but trimmed. I thought I was going to wear out the monitor, staring holes in it trying to make things out.

A knee bent, and her foot appeared to rest on the edge of the night table in front of the Koala as she lay back on the bed, still pulling and releasing the camisole. Her thigh effectively hid her pussy shadow from view, but the smooth skin of her thigh was highlighted, backed up by those lovely breasts being pulled and loosed behind it.

Suddenly, she sat up.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, yet, Mr. Koala, but I'll find some way." She rose from the bed and opened her chest of drawers and pulled out her little tee-shirt and old volleyball short and laid them on the bed. Then facing the bed she pulled the camisole over her head and tossed it aside, then slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them off. She picked up the shorts and slipped them on, pulling a bit because they were so tight, then pulled the tee-shirt over her head. Bending over she picked up her panties and tossed them into her hamper. When she bent over I could almost swear I could see the outline of her pussy in her shorts. They were that tight! Then she picked up her camisole and put it in the proper drawer.

Rosemary turned back to the Koala and smoothed the shirt over her breasts a couple of times, and then plucked at the nipples to make them protrude a little bit. "Well, what do you think, Mr. Koala? Justin seems to like it when I wear this. What do you think?" as she pulled her nipples one more time. She cupped her breasts in her hands and turned and walked out the door. A moment later I heard a knock on my door. "Justin? I'm going to throw a frozen pizza in the oven for lunch. Do you want to come down to eat?"

"Sure. I'll be down in just a few." Now what to do. I desperately needed relief, but knowing what she was wearing I know she is going to be looking for a reaction. If I jerk off now will I stay soft later? In some ways, as badly as I want to see her naked, the anticipation and the way she is stopping just short is driving me wild, even more than it would if she walked around naked. Unconsciously I had been holding back, waiting to see her before I allowed myself to cum, but it didn't take much and I was spurting into some tissues. I thought I was going to black out for a moment. This was getting intense!

I threw on a pair of shorts, but decided to forego underwear, and didn't bother to put on a shirt. I decided I would take my cues from her state of dress. She obviously was wanting something, what she did not know, nor did I, so I decided to just bide my time and see where things were going. I for sure was going to enjoy the scenery while she was deciding. It really ought to be against the law for sisters to be good looking and have great bodies if brothers aren't supposed to look.

I waited about fifteen minutes, and then made my way down to the kitchen, prepared to be "surprised" by her state of dress. At the last second I threw on a tank top. No point in pushing the envelope to hard and fast. My shorts were snug, but loose enough my cock would not be uncomfortable when hard.

When I rounded the corner into the kitchen I stopped in my tracks and looked at Rosemary with raised eyebrows. "Mom and Dad aren't home again, and I guess you feel relieved and a little frisky, hmm?"

Rosemary blushed only slightly, and glanced down at herself. "Yes, I guess you could say that. I just wanted to feel free and relieved. Besides, you seem to like this OK. To be honest, though, if you weren't here today I'd probably go naked." She did blush this time!

"Well, don't let me stop you," I said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, right. Care to join me?"

That kind of threw the ball back into my court. As badly as I wanted to see her naked would I be willing to go along? Why not? She's already seen me on more than one occasion, twice when I knew about it and went along, but that was different. It was passive, or at least somewhat passive. This would be as an active participant. Could I do it? Would she?

"Maybe I will. What do you say? You first."

Rosemary turned a deep shade of scarlet. "I don't know that I can do that. Nobody has ever seen me naked before, at least no guys."

"You've seen me, but nobody else, to my knowledge." I was fudging on that, but she wasn't supposed to know I knew. Anyway, so much for being patient and not pushing.

She looked down at her feet. "That wasn't on purpose, though. This is different."

"OK, your call." I went to the fridge and pulled out a couple of sodas and put them on the table, then grabbed some paper plates. No point in having to wash them if we were going to have to take care of dishes. I kept watch on Rosemary out of the corner of my eye. I knew she was wanting to do something "for" me, but didn't really know what. I was leaving this idea on the table.

As I was putting the plates onto the table Rosemary stepped behind me and wrapped both arms around my chest and gave me a hug. "I just wanted to say thank you, so much, for taking care of me last night, and this morning. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there for me." Her breasts pressed against my back were divine. I didn't have to worry about whether I would be too soft or not!

I just nodded, not anxious to break this contact. "That's what I'm here for. Big brothers take care of their little sisters." I was a whole fifteen minutes older. I could feel her pressing her pelvis against my ass also. I wasn't sure where this was going, or how we were going to deal with it in the future, but for the moment it felt mighty fine!

Unfortunately, right then is when the timer decided to go off, and Rosemary let go to get the pizza. She slid it onto the table, and I cut it before sitting down. This time, Rosemary sat across from me, in Mom's seat, rather than beside me, where she normally sat. I'm not complaining, because that put her luscious breasts right in my line of sight, and I didn't have to try to sneak peeks. From the flush on Rosemary's cheeks I know it was intentional, but I didn't let on.

Suddenly, just before we dove into the pizza she jumped up. "Don't pour the soda yet. She hurried over to the cooler and pulled out a nice bottle of Chianti. "This would be better with real pizza, but it will at least make this one better than it is by itself." She grabbed a couple of wine glasses and poured a healthy serving in each. She lifted her glass and said, "Here's to Grandma's good health, and to my 'BIG' brother who takes such good care of me." We touched glasses and took a sip before digging into the pizza.

I've never had pizza with better scenery! I tried hard not to stare, but Rosemary's breasts bobbing and weaving as she ate her pizza and drank her wine kept catching my eye. I looked into her eyes as I talked with her as much as possible, and I think she was enjoying the effect she had on me. I kept catching a little smile in the corner of her eyes when she would catch my eyes wandering.
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Update 09


Rosemary finished off her glass before I had half-finished mine. She poured herself another and topped mine off before taking a healthy sip from hers. Leaning back in her chair she stretched with a light groan. "I can't believe how uptight I was. I'm just now starting to relax and unwind. Thank you again for being there." Seeing her stretch was not designed to relax me! I know my eyes bugged out a little, try as I might to seem indifferent. Again, that little smile in the corner of her eyes.

"Don't mention it. That's what brothers are for. You were here for me as well."

"Oh, but you had everything under control, not like me."

"Not really. I just had to pretend to, to help you through,"

"Anyway, I think you are wonderful." She reached across the table to capture my hand in hers, and gave it a little squeeze. Then she looked into my eyes and smiled, and inside of me, something melted.

We sat there for a while, just talking with my hand in hers, and the wonderful view before my eyes. Nothing important, it was just friendly little chatting. It felt almost like a date, but it was my sister! I wished I had had a date that felt this free and relaxed. Rosemary's foot found mine, and started sliding across it and up the ankle, then back. It was nice, almost like we were getting acquainted again, with nothing in the world going on to disturb us.

When we finished off the second glass of wine, Rosemary said, "I don't have any homework left. Do you?"

"No. I finished mine at school. It feels funny to have it all done, and not have to work either. I'm not used to having this much time free. Of course, I have equipment in my room to work on, but nothing pressing at all."

Rosemary looked down, suddenly pensive. She looked back up at me and said, "I feel like getting naked and enjoying the freedom, but I don't want to do it alone. Would you join me?"

I looked back at her thoughtfully. "Are you really serious?" She nodded. "Are you sure it's wise?"

"Probably not, but like I told you yesterday, I just feel so free when I'm naked, and right now I feel all wrapped up inside. I'm not talking about touching or doing anything, just feeling free. You can look. I don't care." She stepped over and laid a hand on my forearm, looking up into my eyes. "It may never happen again, together, that is, but I would like it today."

"Are you really sure? Once the genie is out of the bottle we can never put it back in. There is no undoing it."

"I know." Her hand stole to the bottom of her shirt as she looked for the OK from me. What else was I to do? After all, I've been trying to see her naked for several days now, but this was different. Slowly, I nodded, and with a soft smile, Rosemary slowly raised her shirt, her eyes never leaving mine. "I guess I have to go first. After all, I did walk in on you."

My mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara! I couldn't take my eyes off the hem of her shirt as it rose. This was supposed to be just about getting naked for the feeling of freedom, but that didn't stop her from making a production out of it. She knew all too well what her body does to me. At the bottom of her boobs, with the swells of each breast just starting to show she stopped. "Do you want me to go on, or should I stop?" I just licked my lips and nodded as my hands found the snap on my shorts.

More quickly then, Rosemary peeled the shirt up and off, revealing what I've been dreaming of for a long time now. Her piercing green eyes still were boring into mine, but mine could be nowhere else but looking at the wonderful view I had in front of me. "Rosemary, they are beautiful." Unconsciously, my hands flexed as if I was caressing them. "Please wake me up if I'm dreaming. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life."

Tears welled in her eyes. "I was afraid you wouldn't think they were good enough, or something. I never thought they were all that nice."

What is wrong with girls? Why do they constantly doubt themselves? If they had been not so nice I still would have loved them, I mean boobs are boobs, and when you've had such a dearth of them as I any would have looked good. However, Rosemary's weren't just good, or nice, or pretty. They were spectacular! The way they stood out from her chest, with the nipples poking straight out at me, and nice brown areolas about the size of an old fifty cent piece, what was there not to like?

Even though the tee shirt she was wearing was fairly snug on top, it didn't begin to show the way her belly curved in at her waist, before flaring out again at the hips. I have fairly large hands, and I really think I could almost reach around her waist with my two hands. I was flummoxed! "If the guys at school had any idea . . . ."

Rosemary's smile would have been bright enough to light the room without the sun. She stepped into me and put her arms around me and squeezed. "Thank you Justin," she whispered. "I've got the most wonderful brother in the world! You are always making me feel good, and taking care of me. I really love you."

The feeling of her skin on my skin was electrifying. I had no idea how wonderful it could be. Well, I had ideas, but I really had no concept. I could have held her to me for a lot longer, but with a giggle she stepped back. "I really don't think you are going to be little like you were the other night when I saw you, 'BIG' brother!"

I had been hard to one extent or another since before we started eating, but when she drew attention to it I felt a little embarrassment, and started to cover myself. "No, don't be bashful. I like it, and besides, I'm going to see it for real in just a couple of minutes." She leaned in and gave me a little peck on the lips, and stepped back. "Ready for the rest?" All I could do was nod as she wiggled her hips back and forth as she worked those skin tight shorts over her hips.

I had wondered how much she had trimmed her pubic hair, and I found out quickly as she pushed the shorts on down her legs, exposing her pussy to me for the very first time it had ever been seen by a male. Again, I was awestruck! Her pussy hair was red-gold, just like her head, but it had been trimmed into a landing pad, but she had trimmed out a small section, making the landing pad into an exclamation point with just a little tuft of hair right at the very top of her slit. My mouth was watering as I took it all in. She turned slowly, letting me see her ass as well, and I was spell-bound. "Rosemary, how did you get so beautiful? You are a vision."

I saw her lick her lips as she looked at the bulge in my shorts, and I knew it was my turn. Even though I knew she had been sneaking into my room when I was asleep, and had even stroked me off, and I had knowingly allowed her to take Susie and Stephanie into my room when I was "asleep", and that I had knowingly invited her into my room when she thought I was dressed, the very act of purposefully undressing before my sister was overwhelming.

I popped the snap on my shorts and slowly unzipped, but hesitated before slipping them down my legs. I did it, and my cock popped out and stood out from my body at a forty-five degree angle, and bobbed up and down. Rosemary licked her lips and smiled. "I like it, 'big brother.'

Once again, she stepped up to me and embraced me, with my cock up against her belly, leaving a trail behind as he went, and again I felt the wonderful feeling of her skin against mine. She pressed tightly against me, and I could feel her pussy hairs tickling my balls. She laid her head on my shoulder and shuddered a time or two, and I felt a wet trail trickling down onto my chest.

"What's wrong, Rosemary? Are you sorry?"

She shook her head, "no" and just stood there, holding me tightly and the tears continued to flow. I held her and stroked her back, being careful where I put my hands. I didn't need to mess this up. She obviously needed solace, not molestation. No matter where I touched, though, the skin was soft and pliant, begging to be caressed and appreciated.

After several minutes she sniffled a couple of times and raised her head. Her tear streaked face was still beautiful to me as she gave a deep sigh and stepped back. Holding to my hand she stepped over to the counter and grabbed two towels, and then tugged me toward the family room, where she laid the towels out on the couch and pulled me down there with her. When we were seated she nestled herself into my arm and again laid her head on my shoulder, with those wonderful breasts snuggled delightful against my ribs.

"Thank you, Justin. I needed that. I've just been wound up tight as a watch, and confused for a while now, but when Grandma got sick it brought it all to a head. I needed a release, and I didn't know any other way to get it." She tickled my sparse chest hairs with her fingers and continued. "I've been so jealous of Susie and Stephanie for weeks now. I was afraid they were going to get to be with you first, and I couldn't stand it. I didn't tell you the truth the other day when I told you about walking around the house nude. Yes, I made sure no one was home, but in my mind you were here with me, and you were nice to me. My dreams didn't begin to match what I feel right now. I love you, Justin."

I gave her a little squeeze. "I know. I love you, too, Rosemary."

"I know you do, but I love, love you. I don't know why, and I know it can't come to anything, which is why I hope you will get together with Steph. She will be good for you, and she's my friend. I can't have you, but I can have second best."

I leaned my head down and kissed the top of her head. "Little one, I'll always love you." I hadn't called her little one since we were really young, but it seemed appropriate somehow. "I always want you close, and I'll never do anything to hurt you, I promise."

"I know. That's one reason I'm looking forward to college." She looked up at me and smiled. "We will have our own house, and I can pretend it is 'ours.' Even if Stephie and Susie room with us. They want to. Would you have a problem with that?"

"We couldn't do this."

"Oh, well forget that, then!" and she laughed. "For now, though, would you just hold me?"
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Rosemary leaned in and lightly hugged me and placed a light kiss on my cheek. Her breasts felt so soft and warm against the side of my chest, and although I never believed it when guys said they felt a girl's nipples, I really did! They weren't "poking holes in my skin", or "threatening to bruise me", or "hard as bullets pressing into my flesh", but they did feel nice. Very, very nice. My hands slowly stroked the soft skin on her back, caressing her gently. Not in a sexual manner, although one would think under the circumstances it would be, but that of one who loves the one he is with and is expressing his love and admiration.

Rosemary's soft red-gold hair was splayed across my upper chest and shoulder, leaving a tender silky softness that one would think would tickle, but instead I found comforting and wonderful. I don't mean to sound superfluous in my description, but I have no other words to describe the feeling I had in my heart at the moment. Everything just seemed to come together between the two of us at one moment. How does one describe such a tender, intimate moment one would normally find sexual, that wasn't really sexual? Spiritual? That sounds sacrilegious, and I don't intend to be, but it was on that level.

To be sure, my cock was as hard as it has ever been, and was aching for release, but that is not what this was about. Both of us knew that was going too far, and as much as we were attracted to each other physically, the feelings we had for each other far transcended sex.

Rosemary murmured into my ear, "I don't know why I ever allowed us to grow apart, like we have the last several years. We used to be so close when we were younger."

"It wasn't just you. We both kind of drifted because of other interests."

"I'm glad we are together now. It's a shame it took Grandma getting sick to bring it about. This is just so comfortable. I like the way you hold me."

I turned my head and nuzzled my nose in her hair luxuriating in its softness. I loved the way hers was so full and rich, unlike my straight and rather thin blah brown hair. Lustrous, I think is the word I was looking for. See? There goes that superfluity again!

The phone ringing interrupted our snuggle, and broke the mood. Did I ever mention I hate the telephone? I quickly disentangled myself, feeling the sudden chill where the warmth of her body had been and grabbed the phone.

"Justin! Is everything OK? I've been trying to call you and Rosemary for quite a while, now, and all I got was voicemail!"

"Yeah, sure Mom. Everything is fine. I must have laid my phone down on my work bench. I don't know where Rosemary's is. We're both down here in the family room talking about Grandma and stuff."

"OK, good. You gave me a fright there for a moment. You two never are without your phones! I just called to let you know Grandma is doing fine. The Dr. was just in, and he wants to discharge her tomorrow morning. I'll be staying tonight and letting Grandpa get some rest, and then I'll go over there with them when the hospital releases her. I'll need one of you to stop by their house and pick me up after school. Dad took the car to the airport."

"OK. That will be no problem. We'll both drive and I'll have Rosemary stop by for you. I have to go to work tomorrow anyway."

"Good. I'll let you go then. Grandma said to send her love."

"Cool. Give her a hug for the two of us as well. Love ya, Mom. Sorry we scared you."

When I turned after hanging up the phone Rosemary was giggling at me. "Did you know you cock bounces up and down when you run? I think it's cute!" With arms over her head, and her back arched Rosemary stretched, with her breasts pushed upward and her abdomen taut, her pussy was thrust forward. It was a beautiful sight my cock could not fail to appreciate.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Rosemary fell back onto the couch, arms akimbo, making no effort to hide herself, but leaving her body fully open to my gaze. My eyes gazed in wonder from her hair splayed out around her head, and her green eyes looking trustingly at me, to her slightly parted red lips over white teeth and her smooth soft neck reaching down to her shoulders. Her breasts formed small mounds on her chest, and hardly flattened at all, with their nipples partially hardened sticking up. Her belly was smooth and soft with the navel accenting the smoothness of her skin by its very presence. It tapered down to a tiny waist, then her hips flared out enticingly, with those long, volleyball and soccer toned legs. Those legs had enticed me since I had first started noticing girls! The wonderful thing about her legs, though, was the way they went back up to where they parted at her pussy, with its appropriately trimmed landing strip in an exclamation mark. I was in awe!

Rosemary smiled up at me, unfazed by my staring at her body. "Do you really think so, Justin?"

"I have always thought so, but now, wow! I'm literally overwhelmed!" I knelt down on the floor at her side and looked into her eyes. I carefully sat on my hands. I wanted to badly to touch.

Tears pooled in each of her eyes as she looked back at me. "You make me feel special. I like it that you like to look at me. Some of the guys at school make me feel creeped out when they stare at me, and that is with clothes on! Here I'm naked with you, and you make me feel loved and appreciated." She raised her head. "I need a hug. Would you please hug me?" I told you earlier we are a huggy family, but this was totally different. She wasn't looking for a "family" hug, but a hug from one she loved, and who loved her on a totally different plane.

I leaned in and gently wrapped my arms about her and pulled her into a tender embrace, nestling my face in her neck, feeling her hairs caressing my face and gently rocked her in my arms. The softness of her breasts pressing against my chest again was glorious. I know she felt it, too, for I heard and felt a soft "Ummmh." I gave the soft skin of her neck a soft kiss, and then a few more, causing her to breathe more heavily, and to grind her chest into mine. My lips slipped upward and nibbled on her earlobe, which caused her to giggle, and goosebumps to appear on her arm, and down her side. I started nibbling gently with my teeth, which caused her to writhe in my arms and moan interspersed with the giggles. The goosebumps were even more pronounced, and felt interesting to my hand, which had slipped out unbidden to stroke up and down her side, caressing her hip and upper leg, and on up her side until I felt just the side of her breast as it was pressed outward by the pressure from my chest.

Rosemary pressed me backwards until I fell back onto the floor, with her following me, to land on top of my body. The feeling was electric! I had full on frontal contact, but this time my cock was not pinned against her belly, but was up and between her legs, where the heat from her pussy felt exquisite. When Rosemary realized where it was she quickly squeezed her legs together, trapping me. She pulled her head back and looked into my eyes with a look of lust and desire that I know had to have been mirrored in mine. She rocked her pelvis up and down a few times, and then dove forward to lay a kiss on my like I've never been kissed before! Her tongue snaked out and pressed between my lips, where it met my tongue and started the lover's duel that both parties win.

My hands both were stroking her sides and caressing her wonderfully smooth, curvy, skin. The wandered around to caress her ass cheeks and up to play with her hair on her neck, then back out to stroke down her ribcage, with the soft pliant flesh of her breasts stroked by fingertips as they made their way by. I couldn't get over the feeling of her hips, and the way they melded into her tiny waist.

Rosemary continued writhing up and down and around on my cock, in time to rocking and thrusting on my part as well. Our actions were totally instinctual, with no conscious thought involved; else we would have stopped it. We neither one had intended for this to happen. Now, however, we had crossed the point of no return. Instinctively, I slid her upward slightly, giving me access to her breasts with my mouth, and I greedily sucked her right nipple into my mouth and laved the end of the nipple with my tongue. This brought a moan of pleasure from Rosemary that I felt reverberate throughout my whole person as she tensed her torso and increased her gyrations on my cock.

My intensity level was greatly increased also as I kissed my way across the valley between her breasts and I attacked her left breast as I had the right. This time however, my left hand as it caressed her side slid inward and grasped and squeezed her breast. A cross between a gasp and a moan came from her throat, and a more violent thrusting of her hips came at just the same instant my cock was pulled back the furthest, lining it up at the entrance to her pussy. As she thrust I thrust, and I felt a wonderfully warm, moist tightness around my cock I had never even imagined. Rosemary moaned an "OHHHH!" as she pressed her pelvis tightly against mine and held it there. At the same moment, my fingers found and plucked at her nipple, and with a shudder throughout her entire body, and a squeeze of her pussy walls around my cock she came. Mine was right behind hers, as I tried valiantly to crawl inside of her, cock first.

Several minutes of heavy panting ensued as we each tried to get out breath. She didn't try to pull away, and neither did I, but I held her tightly to me and kissed her cheek gently as one hand stroked slowly up and down her side.

"Wow! I didn't mean to do that!" Rosemary pulled her head back from me and looked up at me with a questioning smile on her face. "You aren't mad at me are you?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad after the most wonderful thing ever has happened to me? It wasn't supposed to be you, and I know it is supposed to be wrong, but I'm glad it was you. I didn't hurt you too much did I? I know the first time is supposed to hurt."

"Oh, no. It didn't hurt. I broke my hymen playing soccer. It didn't hurt at all." She squeezed her pussy muscles on my cock. "I thought it felt wonderful, and I wished it could be you the first time. I don't care if it is wrong. It didn't feel like it." She gave a little wiggle on my cock, which was still somewhat hard.

"Oh no! I came inside of you!" I started to pull out quickly, but Rosemary followed my body, keeping my cock buried inside her.

"Don't worry about that, either, 'big brother'. I've been on the Pill because of bad periods for three years. We're safe." She leaned her face forward and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. "Thank you. I know neither of us wanted to do that, well, we might have wanted to, but neither of us intended to do that, but now, even if I have to let Steph or some other girl have you, I will have had you to myself, first." A single tear dropped from her eye, and she dropped her head to my shoulder and held me tightly against her.

Gently, I felt her pelvis rocking, and her pussy clutched at my half hard cock as she held me. "You know I told you when I walked around the house naked I imagined you were with me, too? Well, sometimes I would imagine having sex with you, too. I never intended to, but it was always you I thought about when I masturbated, but I never imagined how good it would actually be. Thank you for the most wonderful day of my life! I love you, Justin, and if I have to let Steph or some other girl have you I'll smile and be happy for you, and I'll be eternally jealous of her."

My cock had started to stir in response to her gentle rocking, and had gotten hard again. Rosemary lifted her head and looked at me with a grin. "Well, now that we've broken the rules we might as well enjoy it, hadn't we?" Swiveling her knees up by my hips she sat up on my cock and started rocking and raising and lowering herself on my cock. I stared up in awe at those marvelous breasts of hers once more, and my hands were pulled as if magnetically to caress and stroke them. When I grasped the nipples between my thumbs and the lower knuckle of my first finger and plucked them, while simultaneously caressing the slope of her breast with my other fingers she smiled, and squeezed my cock with her pussy walls as she pulled upward. She leaned her face downward, with her hair tumbling around my face, and gently placed a kiss on the tip of my nose.

"That feels so nice, Justin. Keep doing that. I feel it all the way down to my pussy." She bottomed out on my cock, and swiveled about for a moment, and then with a sigh, she raised herself up again, slowly, and this time planted a kiss on my lips. My arms snaked around her, pulling her back into me in a hug, while I returned the kiss, a bit more forcefully than hers. My hips were matching her strokes also as our intensities mounted. Rosemary pulled away from my embrace, and resumed lifting herself up and down on my cock, while my fingers returned to her nipples, which I began twisting and pulling, gently at first, and then harder and faster in time with her frenzied motions on my cock. Her hands had been planted on my chest, caressing my nipples, but with a moan, Rosemary moved her right hand back to her pussy and started stroking furiously at her clit, while pistoning herself up and down on my cock.

Her moans were more frequent and louder, and I felt her pussy grasping at my cock until with a wail her orgasm overtook her again. She stiffened in place, and her pussy twitched, until suddenly she fell forward onto my chest. I continued slowly stroking in and out, allowing her time to recover, and to enjoy her orgasm. This may be my first time, but I've read enough porn to know to give her the chance to recover, and since it was my second time I was more in control. In just a couple of moments she lifted her head and whispered a quiet "Thank you." I began thrusting more vigorously, my climax approaching.

Rosemary began kissing me fervently, and whispering in my ear, "Let me have it, Justin. Come for me." It was oh, so close, when she lifted up and said, "Do you like my tits, Justin?" That was all it took, one look at those lovely breasts I've been trying to see for so long. If I never see another pair I will still know I've seen the best. Why? Because they are Rosemary's. What more reason do I need? After I gasped out my last shot of cum, and relaxed for the last few dribbles to make their way out my cock and into Rosemary's lovely pussy, I pulled her face down to mine for a tender kiss.

We lay there on the floor for the next few minutes, just enjoying the post orgasmic bliss, and enjoying each other's company. Rosemary's head was cuddled on my shoulder, and my hands stroked gently over her back and up and down her sides. I felt no guilt over what we had done. It had not been intentional, at least the first time. I know. You can say we set ourselves up for it by being naked together, but it all just flowed together, and now that it was done, I was not sorry. The love I felt for Rosemary was far beyond just a casual roll in the hay and loose sex. I know she is my sister, and she will always be my sister, and when she finds her man, and I find my woman that will be that, but in the meantime it was what it was, and what it was, was wonderful.

We had been lying there together for probably ten minutes, just talking together and cuddling, enjoying each other's company when the doorbell rang. Rosemary's head popped up, took a quick look at us and burst out laughing. "You've got to get it. I'm not dressed!" She quickly grabbed the towels from the couch, and putting them between her legs to catch the flow of semen that ran out as soon as she stood, she grabbed up her clothes and started up the stairs for her room as quickly as she could go in that condition. I pulled on my shorts, and took a quick look to be certain everything was presentable and walked to the front door.

Stephanie's concerned face was on the other side of the spyglass in the door when I looked to see who was there. I pulled open the door quickly, "Hi, Steph. What's up?"

I stepped back for her to enter and she said, "What's going on? I've been calling Rosemary's phone for a while now, and I only got voicemail. I tried yours, and the same thing! I was afraid something was wrong, so I came over. Are you guys OK?"

"Oh, sure, we're fine. We both just left our phones upstairs earlier, and didn't go get them. Mom wondered the same thing." I stuck my head around the corner and called up the stairs, "Rosemary, Steph's here!" and turned back to Stephanie. "Can I get you a drink or anything?"

"Oh, I'm OK; thanks. I was worried it was something with your Grandmother or something."

"Oh. Thanks. She's going to be fine. I guess when we got home we had so much on our minds we forgot to call you and let you know. We've just been down here talking and stuff."

"All this time? Do you realize what time it is? What's going on around here?"

I hadn't noticed the time, and now that I thought about it, it was getting dark outside when I let Stephie in. "Oh, wow, it is getting late," I said when I looked at my watch. "Time just got away from us! No wonder I'm getting hungry! I'm going to do some brats. Want on?"

"I think I'll just go up and see Rosemary a minute or two. I just ate a little bit ago." She shot me a puzzled look and turned for the stairs when Rosemary came bouncing down.

"Hey, Steph. What's up?

"You didn't answer your phone all afternoon, and neither did Justin; and I got worried! I thought something bad happened with your Grandmother."

"Oh, no. She's going to be fine. I forgot my phone when I changed after we got back about one o'clock. We fixed lunch and then Justin and I've been talking and stuff."

"Until 7:45 at night? I've never known you two to talk that long about anything, and what gives, girl? You are positively glowing." And she was. There was just a satisfied smile on her face, and a contented glow about her. Rosemary blushed, and looked down at the floor. "Come on, girl, spill it! You know the rules. No keeping secrets."

Rosemary looked over at me pleadingly. I really didn't know what I could say, and I kind of shrugged my shoulders a little. Stephanie caught it and turned on me. "You too, Justin. You looked like the cat that swallowed the canary when you opened the door." Suddenly, it dawned on her. "You two, you didn't?"

Rosemary just nodded slowly, and dropped her head. Steph stepped over and wrapped both arms around her. "Was it as good as I think it was?" Rosemary just nodded again, and looked up a little. "Please don't say anything to anyone!" she whispered. "We didn't mean to, it just happened."

"Girl, I wouldn't say anything, not even to Susie, but you won't be able to hide it from her. Your biggest problem is going to be your mom. Besides, I know how much you love him, and I don't blame you." She turned to me and said, "This girl has been going crazy over you for quite some time now, and I can understand why. You ARE pretty special. What you two do isn't any of my business. I'm just glad for you feeling about each other as you do; and I hope one day I can find someone to care for me as much. I'll get out of here and leave you two alone, but you'd better be calling Susie ASAP. I know she's been trying to reach you for a while, too."

Rosemary stopped her and said, "Please, you don't need to go. I'd really like it if you'd stay for a while. There's a lot . . . "She didn't get to finish, because the doorbell rang again. I went to the door, although I might as well have let Rosemary go. We both knew who it was before I even opened the door!
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Susie popped through the door just as soon as I had it open a little bit. "Hey girl! What's with not answering your phone? I've been calling you all afternoon! I was afraid something was wrong! Hey, Steph. You, too, huh?"

Rosemary quickly responded, "Hi Susie. I'm sorry, but I forgot and left my phone upstairs when I changed after getting home, and Justin did too. We didn't do it on purpose, but we had a lot on our minds. We've been down here talking and stuff after lunch."

"Girl, something's going on. You and Justin have been talking for how long? You two hardly have anything to say to each other! What gives?" She stopped and looked inquisitively at Rosemary. "Something's going on. You just look . . . 'satisfied.' What gives?" She glanced over at me as I turned away to go to the kitchen to broil some brats. "Justin. You're looking like the dog that caught the rabbit. What's going . . ." She glanced back at Rosemary and the light clicked on. "Don't tell me . . ."

Rosemary colored quickly and looked down.

"I hope it was as good as you look like it was," said Susie as she walked over and hugged Rosemary tightly. "I wouldn't think of saying anything. Most wouldn't understand, but knowing how much you love Justin, and how cool he is, I don't blame you. I just wish I could know what that is like."

"Thank you," Rosemary whispered. "We didn't mean for it to happen, but it just did, and it was wonderful." She glanced over at me, as I had not left the room when Susie guessed.

It looked like girl time to me, so I ducked into the kitchen to start broiling brats. "How many brats each, girls?" I called.

I got back a "Just one," "One," and "Two, please," and did my best to ignore the subdued chatter from the other room. I didn't need to be in on this one. I knew if it was something I needed to know about Rosemary would tell me. I also thought Rosemary would need the affirmation, now that the post-orgasmic glow had worn off, and the thought of incest would weigh on her mind. As for myself, I being a horny eighteen year old guy shucked it off pretty easily. It helped that I genuinely loved Rosemary, and I knew she loved me too. Was it wrong? Yeah, it was, but was it any wronger than a lot of other things? I didn't think so.

I threw some buns on the table, after putting them in the microwave for thirty seconds to warm and soften, added some chips and salsa, condiments, four paper plates, and some Cokes with glasses and ice. The brats were just starting to blacken, like I liked them since I was the one cooking. I figured if Rosemary didn't want them that done she could do the cooking next time. I called the girls, telling them it was ready as I pulled the brats out of the broiler.

All three came into the room together, with Stephanie on one side of Rosemary with an arm around her, and Susie on the other. All three of them had damp eyes, so I was glad I had vacated the premises when I did. Steph broke away from the others and came over to me and wrapped her arms about me and gave me a tender hug. "Justin, I want you to know that first of all, I'd never tell anyone, nor will Susie, but most important I want you to know I understand. I know how much Rosemary loves you, and I know you love her just as much, and you would never do anything to take advantage of her or to hurt her." As she laid her cheek against my chest the camera in that Koala popped into my mind, and I felt really badly. "I just hope I can find someone who will care for me like you do for her. It's a shame you are brother and sister, because you are just right for each other." Horn dog that I am, the feeling of her breasts against me sure felt good.

Susie materialized on the other side, and I suddenly became the meat in a sandwich as she also put her arms about me and gave me a gently hug. "Justin, I want you to know I'm jealous. I think you and Rosemary are really sweet, and I think she is a lucky girl." I noticed as she hugged me that she was not wearing a bra, and her marshmallow soft breasts were squished and I could feel them almost rolling across my back as Susie swayed back and forth. My cock noticed, too, and started to swell. I hoped Stephanie wouldn't feel it pressing against her. Now was not the time for that.

It seemed like a very enjoyable forever, but in actuality was only a few moments, the girls broke free, but with a kiss on the cheek from Stephanie, and we all sat down at the table and knocked back the brats. For some reason, I was ravenous, and I noted Rosemary didn't hesitate in downing two brats with buns and more than one helping of chips. As she was helping herself to the last helping of chips her eye caught mine, and she grinned ruefully.

I sensed the need for some more girl time, so I made the excuse I needed to work on some equipment in my room and again vacated the premises for the girls. I closed my door, but didn't lock it, just in case one of them wanted something. I didn't want to appear to be hiding from them, but it didn't matter. A few minutes later I heard them chatting in the hallway as they ascended the stairs and went into Rosemary's room. I hadn't planned on it, but curiosity prevailed, and I turned on my monitor to see if anything interesting transpired across the hall. I fully intended to shut it down if I sensed I was eavesdropping on anything overtly personal, but I needn't have worried. The weepy-glees were over, and it was just back to regular girl-talk now, albeit at a slightly different level.

". . . and then he just looked at me, but it wasn't like some of the guys at school that try to undress you with their eyes. I had to ask him to give me a hug. I know he wanted to touch me, but he didn't. When I felt his skin against mine I nearly melted. Even then he was very good and didn't try anything, although I know he felt it too." Rosemary giggled, "We had been sitting on the couch, just talking and cuddling. Nothing was going on, it was almost like we were dressed, when the phone rang, and Justin hurried across the room to answer. You should have seen his cock bounce up and down! It was funny! Anyway, it was Mom, and she was upset we had forgotten our phones, too, but Grandma is going to be OK, and is going home tomorrow. I have to pick Mom up after school."

"I don't understand something," interrupted Stephanie. "What were the two of you doing naked anyway?"

"Oh, I guess I didn't tell you did I?" Rosemary's cheeks were a little pink as she went on. "After I walked in on Justin when we got the call about Grandma I told him I sometimes walk around the house nude when no one is home."

That brought a gasp from Steph, and a raised eyebrow from Susie.

"I don't know why I do it, maybe it is just the trill of being daring, but it feels so free and nice. It lets off stress somehow. Anyway, I was just wearing my volleyball shorts and a tee shirt when he came down for lunch, and he asked if I was feeling frisky with knowing Grandma was OK, or something. I said if he wasn't there I would probably be going naked if he wasn't there. 'Don't let me stop you,' he said, and I said, 'Yeah, right,' but I thought about it and said, 'Want to join me?' He said, 'you first', and I chickened out. I was just so uptight about all that was going on that I poured us a couple of glasses of wine with lunch, and then just decided, 'Why not?'

I told him I really felt like getting naked, 'cause I was so uptight, and asked if he wanted to join me. I really wasn't thinking about sex, as such, just being uptight and wanting to let off steam somehow. He said, 'Do you think that's wise?' I said, 'Probably not, but I wanted the feeling of being free, that it would probably never happen again, that I wasn't talking about touching or anything, just feeling free. I told him I didn't care if he looked, and I just got undressed, and he did too. It just felt good."

"I was really nervous at first, afraid he wouldn't think I looked good, but you should have seen his eyes. When he told me I was beautiful I about lost it."

As I was listening in it all came back and replayed in my mind. Seeing her slowly pulling her tee shirt off, and then those luscious breasts coming out, and then seeing her wonderful figure showed off for all of its beauty, and her pussy when it was first shown. The love I feel for my sister is incalculable, and her beauty only is a bonus that I don't deserve.

"He just held me, and I cried on his shoulder for a few minutes, letting everything out. I've got the best brother I the world!"

"Anyway, that was when Mom called. Justin knelt down by the couch, where I was lying down. Grandma going home tomorrow kind of was the last straw. I was almost overcome with emotions, and I asked Justin to hug me. I needed the support."

"Anyway, Justin was holding me, still kneeling on the floor, and it felt so 'safe' like I was treasured and was being protected." Rosemary sniffled a time or two, and reached for a tissue to blow her nose. "I absolutely have the best brother in the world! What other guy would be in that position and not be trying to make it sexual? He didn't though. He just was taking care of me."

"He started nuzzling my neck and kissing it. He knows my neck is ticklish! I started squirming, so he did it some more, giving me goosebumps all down one side, and then he started on my earlobe! I had goosebumps on top of goosebumps it tickled so much, but do you know what?" She lowered her voice to just above a whisper. "It felt like it was a direct wire to my pussy! I was getting so turned on, even though he wasn't trying to do it." I had to remember this! "It was getting to be too much, so I pushed him backwards, but he was still holding me, and I went off the couch on top of him when he fell back. His cock was between my legs, so I trapped it there and just squeezed it. We started kissing, and I was wiggling on him teasing him until he slipped me up and grabbed my nipple in his mouth. I was higher, and when I squirmed I landed on his cock and it went in! Anyway, nature took over then, and I'm not sorry." She held her head down as if expecting rebuke and whispered, "It was wonderful, and I hope we do it again."

Stephanie reached over and gave Rosemary a gentle hug. "I'm not criticizing, I'm jealous. I wish Justin would look at me like he looks at you. He wouldn't even have to ask. I don't think he even cares that I exist, and with these little tits of mine, I don't have anything to catch his attention."

Susie just laughed out loud. "Stephie, you are the one who isn't looking! Justin couldn't tear his eyes from your tits the other day when we came in from the pool! He's constantly watching you when you aren't looking. I think if Miss Rosie, here hadn't gotten in the way he would have been after you already. If you don't think so, just wear that little top without a bra next time and see if he can keep his eyes off of you. You did notice he didn't pull away from hugging you when I joined in the hug today, didn't you?"

Steph giggled a little. "I didn't notice that, but I noticed he started popping a stiffy. I hope you don't mind, Rosemary that I was rubbing against him."

"If he had been my boyfriend I would certainly, but he's my brother. I don't get to have him," she looked down at the bed for a moment and then looked back at Steph. "Someone is going to get a really special guy. It might as well be one of you! I know what. Next time you guys come over, we'll all go naked and see what happens!" Stephanie gasped at the idea, but Susie just laughed.

"I still don't know how you do that, Rosemary. I about died when we were wearing our PJ's and didn't have bras on. If my PJ's had been like Susie's, which left nothing to the imagination I don't think I could have done it. It was hard enough as it was."

"And Justin's eyes hardly left you and Rosemary all night. All I ever got was a glance," pouted Susie. That's why I chose that gown; I was hoping to catch his attention.

Stephanie turned on the bed to where she was facing the Koala. "What do you think, Mr. Koala?" She cupped her hands on her breasts. "Do you think Justin could be interested in these? They aren't as big as Susie's."

"If you weren't wearing that bra, I know he would be interested."

"Hmm." Stephanie did that thing girls can do where she slipped her arms inside her shirt and took off her bra without removing the shirt, and then smoothed it over her boobs. As she was looking into the Koala's eyes I thought she was looking directly into mine. "At least they are small enough they don't sag any. I don't think I can wear it like this though! Look at the way my nips poke out! That's why I always wear a padded bra, 'cause otherwise they show, and when I'm cold they do anyway."

I had noticed they showed, and had she been able to see the front of my shorts I was showing, too!

Stephanie hefted them in her hands, and rubbed across the nips a couple of times with her thumbs and shivered. "They are really sensitive, too. What do you think, Mr. Koala? Would he like these?"

Susie said, "How can Mr. Koala tell? You still have them covered! All Mr. Koala can see is your boobs are poking through your shirt."

Steph must have been really bothered by Susie's teasing, because all of a sudden she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and whipped it over her head!

I couldn't help myself. I groaned out loud! I had been waiting for this moment, planning on seeing Rosemary, but also hoping to see the other girls getting ready to swim, or something, but I had not expected what I saw now. Steph's breasts were gorgeous. I'd trade for them over any centerfold I've ever seen. Big? No. But oh the perfection in shape and form, with just the slightest upturn of the nipple that just begged me to worship them with offerings of kisses and caresses. Stephanie must really be exercised by all that was happening. I know Rosemary told me she was crushing on me, but for her to pop her top to the Koala as if she was doing it for me was mind-boggling. I had to be very careful how I reacted to her now, both not to hurt her, or to let her know I knew anything.

Susie smirked. "OK, OK, you showed a stuffed Koala. It isn't the same thing, but yes, Justin would be a fool not to like those." Before I knew what was happening Susie also pulled off her top, and sat there with her breasts on display as well. "You are worried yours aren't big enough, but look how firm they are compared to mine. I'm not as big as some, but it won't be long and I'll start sagging." She moved her shoulders back and forth a time or two, and her breasts swung from side to side. "See, yours don't do that. And with those nipples, you have it best, believe me. Do you see now why Justin keeps looking at you and barely notices I'm even there? You've got it girl, and you don't even know it."

Susie definitely had a point. I loved her boobs, but when they were next to Stephanie, there was no real comparison. I would love to bury my face between Susie's, and feel them against my cheeks, and yes, they would be wonderful to suck on and play with. I'd not push her out of my bed anytime, as if I would ever really get her in it!

Rosemary intervened. "Both of you have wonderful breasts that some guy is going to love. We can all compare and think the other has it better, but really I think they are wonderful. Different guys like different breasts, and," she giggled, "I think all guys like all breasts! Why do you think our dads like to look at porn, when they have a set available to play with anytime?" That got the girls giggling. "I really don't know for sure what Justin thinks about them. He hasn't said anything to me, but I've noticed him checking you both out." And I was going to have to be careful to do just that. They obviously both liked, and were not offended by, my attention. In the meantime, my cock was leaking all over the inside of my shorts.

Rosemary went on, "I haven't see the house Mom and Dad bought for us to use while in college, so I can't make an offer yet, but I've been thinking, . . . well, maybe it is far-fetched and it probably wouldn't work out, but . . . maybe there would be room for you two to room with us, too, if there are enough bedrooms, and that would give you an opportunity to see if he is interested in you, or maybe, well this is far-fetched for sure, but maybe if we could get him interested we . . ." she looked down at the duvet, which she was tugging with her fingers nervously, "maybe we could even share him, at least until we find someone of our own?"

You could have knocked me out with a feather! I totally lost what was going on in the other room as I sat in my chair dazed in thought. It sounded like my own little harem, but it also sounded way too good to be true. I couldn't imagine how that could possibly take place without feelings being hurt, or thoughts of favoritism, or the like. I'd have to tread very, very carefully for the next little while until I saw how this was going to transpire. I also had to be careful to leave all the ideas to Rosemary, and to be totally surprised whenever she mentioned them. Saturday morning would tell the tale, if it was even a possibility, and we had to get through the rest of this year and the summer first.

When I looked back at the screen it was just in time to see the girls slipping their shirts back over their heads, and getting ready to leave. I did not, though that Steph slipped her bra into her purse, rather than put it back on, and Rosemary had been right. If she wore that top braless I'd never be able to take my eyes off of it. My cock had subsided somewhat as I pondered Rosemary's idea, and it was a good thing, because the girls knocked on my door to say goodbye, and it would not have worked for me to open the door with my shorts bulging out with the erection I had moments before. It didn't matter long, though, because when I opened my door and saw Steph and Susie standing there with obviously excited nipples protruding I was hard again, instantly! I carefully paid Susie attention as well as Steph, and they both giggled before turning to go down the stairs.

I looked at my watch and saw it was 11:30 already! That had been a fast evening! I had to get to bed if I was going to be in any condition for school in the morning, but first I had to do something about some relief.

"Justin?"

Rosemary was standing in her doorway, looking at me.

"I don't want to be alone tonight. Would you sleep with me?"
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Update 12


I woke up totally disoriented early Monday morning. I wasn't alone, nor was I in my bed. The feeling of soft skin pressed up against my back was peaceful and relaxing. I had an erection, but that was normal for morning, and I felt long hairs over my shoulder and breathing on my neck, which was not. It took me a minute or two to determine I was in Rosemary's room, and it was she who snuggled so closely against my back. The pressure of her breasts against my shoulder blades, and her pelvis matched so closely around my ass, with her legs nestled within the bend of my legs gave me a sense of serenity I had never known before. So this is what it felt like to wake up with a woman! I recommend it highly, but after thinking on it for just a moment I realized it wasn't just waking up with a woman that was so comforting, but waking to a woman that you love with all your heart is what gives the sense of peace.

My mind raced as I recalled how I got there. Our snuggling session that ended up as a make-out session followed by my cock accidentally penetrating her pussy and then finishing what it thought it was there for, and the subsequent intentional love making we shared stirred my soul in an almost physical sense of satisfaction. Not the physical satisfaction brought about by our orgasms, but rather a mental, almost spiritual satisfaction of expressing our love so thoroughly and mutually. I couldn't help the smile and sigh I emitted, nor the reflexive reaching up with my right hand to grasp Rosemary's hand that dangled over my side and onto my belly.

Stephanie and Susie subsequently discovering our secret had brought a sense of concern. After all, a brother and sister aren't supposed to be running around, fucking like rabbits, just because they liked each other and it felt good. Societally, it was totally taboo, and if Mom or Dad caught on there would be hell to pay for sure. Neither of us had any regrets, hence my awakening in Rosemary's bed, with her nude form conforming to my nude form.

The look on Rosemary's face when the other girls left late last night and she looked at me, as if fearing rejection as she quietly, almost like a little child said, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Would you please sleep with me?" tore at my heart. All that had transpired in the previous few days, capped off by our grandmother's stoke left her feeling vulnerable, which what stimulated the activities leading up to this, had been in that plea.

Not that I hadn't already considered asking her if she would sleep with me. I had! My desire wasn't fueled by the trauma of Grandma's illness, or even just because we were alone, but my desire was driven by wanting to be with the one who had become the most important person in the world to me. I frankly didn't want to be separated from her if I didn't have to be.

One might think we jumped in bed and fucked ourselves to sleep, and I was horny enough to have willingly done so, but rather we, by mutual, unspoken consent, disrobed and climbed into her king-sized bed and cuddled and talked. Of course, we talked about the events of the day, and how wonderful they had been. Plus we discussed Steph and Susie guessing what had happened, and how we had to be careful not to arouse anyone else's suspicions. I for one was going to have to be very careful about showing affection for her around other people, because that was not my normal habit, but I found now that I wanted to be touching her, talking to her, watching her, being with her, frankly, I didn't want to be apart from her! That is not the normal activities of a brother toward a sister, even a twin, especially since we had so little in common.

Finally falling asleep with her in my arms, and her breasts snuggled against my chest, and my cock trapped between her legs, nestled against her pussy left me with a sense of satisfaction that I feel was even higher than having sex would have been. This wasn't about sex; it was an expression of love and trust.

I am always an early riser, hence my awaking as I had, whereas Rosemary almost had to be pried out of bed in the mornings. It was not unusual for her to hit the snooze several times before arising and showering to start the day. Because it takes longer for her to get ready than it does me I always got my shower when she was done. She would knock on my door and wake me if I wasn't awake already, but frequently, by the time she finally got up and got moving I barely had time to get myself out the door without being late to school.

This morning however was totally different. Rosemary actually awoke fifteen minutes before her alarm was set. It took her only a moment to recognize the situation, and her response was immediate. "Ummmh. I could get used to waking up like this," she breathed into my ear as her body straightened out in a languorous stretch that pressed those luscious breasts even more firmly into my shoulder blades, and her pelvis against my ass. The arm she had around me tightened against me, and she gently squeezed my hand.

"Did I ever mention that I love you?" she murmured into my ear. "Thank you for everything." A soft kiss on the back of my neck sent shivers through me, and was like an electric shock to my cock.

I gently rolled so that I was facing her, and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me. "I didn't know this could be so wonderful. My little bed is going to be so lonesome after tonight. Thank you for asking me to sleep with you."

"I was almost afraid to ask. I was afraid you might misunderstand, but you always seem to know just the right thing to do or say. I needed to be held, and to feel loved and secure, but I always feel that way when I'm with you anymore. I don't know how it happened, but it is wonderful."

I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, and squeezed her in my arms gently. She just seemed to fit there, like she was made for me. Rosemary gave me a quick peck back on my cheek, and then pulling her head back a little looked into my eyes. "Susie, Steph, and I used to talk about what it was going to be like to sleep with a man. Boy, did we ever have it wrong!" She squirmed her body closer to me, as if it was possible, but she tried. The feeling of her skin sliding against mine was delicious, and was not unappreciated by my cock. Her nipples had hardened slightly, just enough that when she leaned back and moved side to side I felt them distinctly on my chest. She nestled her head down onto my shoulder, with her nose right at the junction of my neck and collarbone and sighed, while pulling me tightly to her with her arms. I of course returned the hug, gladly.

One hand snaked around from behind my back and slipped between our bodies so she could gently grasp my cock, which was tight up against her belly, and leaking precum on her skin. "Is this for me?" she asked with an impish smile. Lifting her head she peeked over my shoulder at her alarm clock. "Oh, good. We have a few minutes before we have to get up and run. We can shower together and save time, too." That brought a wide grin to her face. "In the meantime," again she had that little girl look in her eyes from the night before when she asked me to stay with her. "Would you make love to me? Nothing wild, and I don't care if I get off or not. I just want to feel you in me. Please?" There were tears in her eyes as she looked at me. How could I possibly refuse? I would have had to be more than insane to turn down her request, something I had been trying to find a way to initiate.

Her hand that had hold of my cock slid it down to the junction of her legs, and I felt the head slide softly through her lovely exclamation mark of a landing strip, and then over her little nubbin of a clit, which made her gasp, and then I felt that wonderfully delicious feeling as the head of my cock slid through her very moist crease until it slipped into the opening of her vagina. She pressed forward, as did I and I felt my cock sliding home. How does one describe the awesome feeling of actually penetrating the one he loves in the act of making love? Yes, I know, it was there yesterday, also, but that was totally different, being unplanned, and accidentally accomplished. Yesterday, there was none of the slow gentle penetration that is basically an act of worship of the one he loves, with the gift of his organ. I looked into her eyes, which looked back at me with such an expression of love and trust as slowly I slid my cock in.

There was no lack of lubrication, and I only had to pull back and push forward twice before I found myself fully invested in her pussy. Rosemary moaned, and grasping my buttocks with both hands pulled me tightly to herself and held me there. "I feel so full, so loved. Oh, Justin, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Instinctively, I held myself still, and just watched as her eyes pooled, and gazed back at me. With a contented sigh I felt her relax her grip on my buttocks, and her pelvis rocking backward a bit. I matched her movements, slowly withdrawing my cock before slowly and gently pushing it forward again. I knew I would never be able to recreate this first time for either of us, and I wanted it to be a memory she would treasure all her life as I slowly and gently made love.

Even though I had just entered her I knew I was not going to last long at all. I could already feel my balls drawing up, and the tingling in my prostate that said an explosion was imminent. I tried to move as slowly and gently as I could to prolong the inevitable, but there wasn't much I could do to extend it. "I'm not going to be able to last long. I'm sorry." There was a sense of desperation in my voice as I whispered.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I just love the feeling of you being in me, the feeling of being full and loved. This is about loving my brother, my twin, who is so much more. This is about loving the one who loves me so much." She squeezed down on me with her pussy muscles as she rocked her pelvis along with my thrusts. She moaned lightly into my ear, and in a breathy whisper in my ear she said, "Did you feel that? Can you feel my breasts against your chest, and feel my nipples as they move back and forth with you? You just feel so wonderful, and I love your strong arms holding me, and your cock in me. It just feels so, so, ohhhhhhh." And with a gentle sigh I could feel a small orgasm overtake her, and felt her body pressing desperately against me trying to trap my cock deep inside, and although I was trying desperately to stave it off just a little longer, my release exploded from me, and I felt it pulsing and pulsing, as I tried so hard to crawl inside of her, cock first.

I know there were tears in my eyes as I hugged Rosemary tightly to me, with her cheek pressed tightly against my cheek. My senses were heightened, and I felt like I could feel every silky strand of her hair against me, the pressure of her breasts smashed against my ribs, the utter softness of her skin caressing mine, the exquisite gentleness of her hands stroking up and down, back and forth on my back. How does one describe the indescribable?

Rosemary pulled her head back to look at me with shining eyes. "Thank you! That was better than I ever dreamed it could be." She nestled her head back onto me as we lay there cuddling, secure in our love for each other. Society might not recognize it as such, but we knew what we had, and we treasured it very much.

Unfortunately, as with all good things, it had to come to an end. As I softened some of my semen started to leak out, and Rosemary had to grab a tee shirt to keep from puddling on the bed. She couldn't leave her bed unmade for Mom to find when she returned home! Regretfully, I pulled out, and with a final hug and kiss we both got out of the bed, and noting the time, hurried into the bathroom to shower. I'm not sure we really saved any time in the shower, but I will say it was the nicest shower I've ever taken, and the scenery was sublime!

Since I was actually able to finish getting ready first for a change, and we were so close on time I took care of toasting a couple of pop tarts apiece, and made coffee. I fixed Rosemary's with a lot of cream and sugar the way she likes it and put it in a travel mug for her to take with her on the drive to school. She came hurrying down the stairs, and I just handed them to her, for which I was rewarded with a sweet hug and short kiss. "Thanks, Justin. You're the best, and I love you."

"I love you, too, Rosemary. Thanks for everything." With that we both had to hurry out the door, or we wouldn't make it to school on time.

We ended up pulling into the parking lot with just five minutes to get into homeroom, and since we parked next to each other I waited a moment for Rosemary to get her stuff together and walked into the building with her. When she got out of her car she looked up at me and smiled which caused my stomach to flip-flop. You've heard of the "just fucked" look. Well, I saw it. The look of satisfaction and love on her face just cemented my own love for her more solidly, if possible. I wondered how we were going to get through the day without everyone noticing. The rest of the day was not to be any easier!

We didn't share any classes other than homeroom, which is of course the first period. When I sat down behind her I knew it was going to be a long, long day. Because we had gotten such a late start Rosemary did not have time to fix her hair like she normally did, so she just brushed it out and put it up in a ponytail, while still damp and ran out the door. Now she was sitting right in front of me with that beautiful red-gold hair swinging back and forth in front of me as she moved her head, and the alabaster skin of her neck accenting the luster of her hair. It was all I could do not to run my fingers through it. To top things off, some of the performers in the Senior Class play were using first hour homeroom as an opportunity to rehearse before a live audience. They are putting on Rogers and Hammerstein's Oklahoma this year, and the first number presented us was the duet "People Will Say We're In Love." How very apropos! I was struggling hard not to let on how I was feeling, with Rosemary's hair catching my eye continuously, and my memories of the morning already experienced I felt my cock beginning to stir. How was I going to get through this day?

Each time I saw Rosemary in the hallways between classes her face lit up and a bright smile creased it. I know I returned some fatuous glances back her way. Once, Stephie was with her, and she actually giggled at me as she passed, "accidentally" bumping into my arm with her boob. At lunch, which I normally eat alone, Susie saw me and came over and sat down across the table. She had a smirk on her face, and at first I thought I was going to catch a bunch of garbage from her, but for a change she was actually really nice. Not that she isn't a nice girl, or isn't somebody I like to be around, but she is normally quite a tease.

Today she just sat and talked with me about life in general, without trying to embarrass me, or flaunt her boobs or do any of the other things she normally does. I found I really enjoyed lunch, and told her so. When I said I wouldn't mind making it a regular occurrence she gave me a smile I had not seen from her before. In fact, the quiet "Thanks," and the little smile with upturned eyes was quite demure and uncharacteristic. I really think she enjoyed just being together, but without all of the normal pretense.

All in all, though, I was really happy to see the school day end, and to get to my car so I could go to work. I needed some time to think and get my head properly coordinated with life.

Jim looked up at me just as soon as I walked in the back door at the shop. "Well, looks like you had a good weekend! How's your grandmother?"

"Yeah, thanks, and thanks for the time off. Grandma's going to be OK. They caught it quickly, and were able to treat it with that new treatment. There should be no lasting damage, and the Dr. says he thinks it was just a blood clot that moved to her brain. She shouldn't have any future problems from them."

"Good. Well, I'm glad to have you back. There isn't a lot going on, and with it being quiet I thought I'd bug out early this evening if you can stay and close up?"

"Yeah, sure. That shouldn't be a problem. I got most of my homework done at school, so I should have time to finish off my reading for History in between customers. If not, I can get it at home."

"Good. Thank you, and I don't know what you had going on last weekend, but it looks good on you! See you tomorrow."

Was it that obvious? If Jim picked up on it as soon as I walked in the door, how in the world were we going to get it past Mom and Dad? Maybe I ought to call Rosemary and pick a big fight or something.

Before I could pick up the phone to talk with her the bell on the front door jangled, letting me know a customer had entered. It was characteristic of Jim that in the most progressive, and most complete, electronics store in the city, in fact the whole area, had not a buzzer, nor an electronic announcer for the front door, but an old fashioned brass bell mounted so that the door would strike the clapper as it opened. I liked his quirks and the way he did things that added contrast to normal expectations. The store's very layout was a juxtaposition of expectations, lending a very hands-on, service oriented, atmosphere. The store was laid out very much like an old grocery or hardware, with a counter around the circumference of the room, and all of the merchandise either on shelves or on hangers on the wall behind the counters. Most of the counters were at least glass fronted, also providing for more display area, and other than a couple of candy dispensers nothing in the store was self-serve.

Jim had four very knowledgeable sales-clerks, with at least two of them on duty at all times, plus me. I didn't do a lot of behind the counter work, being for the most part behind the scenes, providing service support. Either Jim or I would be called out for any project type work that needed installation or special work involved to make quotes and schedule the work to be done.

Jim's layout was not designed necessarily for theft deterrence, although it was effective in practice. He believed strongly in service, and in ascertaining the customer's real need in the product he (or she) was considering. Each counter was fully wired, and hard wired to a multitude of different speakers so the customer could play around with the different options, and could, with the clerk's expertise find the best possible choice for their particular desires. Every item we had for sale was available for the customer to try out and compare with competing models.

We believed in providing the service necessary to have a happy customer. In fact, Jim's motto for the store is: "We don't want a satisfied customer!" There was a beautifully carved sign saying this above the door, right where the customer would see it when leaving. When this sign generated the hoped for questions we were able to tell them we wanted "happy" customers. Our goal was that each customer would leave happy, rather than merely satisfied. A satisfied customer got what he was looking for, but a happy customer was generally one who felt he had gotten more than expected, and with the care and attention provided to give what was best for him, rather than just a "get by" product.

Oh, we had plenty of "get by" products for those who really didn't need high quality or precision for their purposes, but even those customers left feeling they had enough knowledge and help to get the best "get by" product for the price spent. The old fashioned feel of the store was to set the idea of old fashioned service and its expectation in the customer's mind. The very cash register finalized conveying the concept. It was an antique brass National Cash Register mechanically operated register built onto a quarter sawn English Oak cabinet that was carefully cleaned and polished at least once a week. If you have not seen one of the old quarter spawn English Oak cabinets you have really missed out! The oak is cut on a bias instead of the normal way of cutting lumber, which brings out the wood grain and makes for a beautiful piece of furniture. I don't think anyone does this anymore, and I've heard English Oak is no longer available, but I don't know this for sure. Either way, it is a craft that one does not see in modern furniture.
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Update 13


I was surprised when the counter bell rang, indicating a need for either Jim or me to come to the front of the store. This didn't usually happen in the evening, as most specialty requests came in during the day, and to Jim. On Saturdays we would occasionally get such a call, usually someone for whom I had done some work wanting my services. I figured it was most likely someone with something that needed some service work, although the clerks were well able to handle writing up warrantee issues.

I walked into the showroom area to find Dave Hulvey grinning at me. He stuck out his hand, and said, "Hi there, Justin. I miss having you in class this year. I have to work a lot harder now!" He chuckled, and then went on, "Janelle said to say hello, by the way. You really made an impression on that girl!"

I smiled broadly I return. My crush on her was long over, but I did still remember her fondly. Now she was cutting quite a swath up at ASU in Phoenix, and I'm surprised she remembered me much at all. "Thanks, Mr. Hulvey. She is a sweet girl. I miss having her around the High School. What can I do for you today?"

"First of all, call me Dave. I'm not your teacher any more, and I'm coming to you as the expert. I feel funny having someone who knows more than I calling me Mr. I want to install an entertainment room in my basement, with a home theatre type setup. I can put one in, no problem, but Janelle insisted I talk with you and have you build one out for me custom. She was totally blown away with the setup you have in your room at home, and she insisted I enlist your help. I know Jim allows you to do custom work out of the shop here, and I'm not trying to cut him out. That's why I waited to come here rather than catch you at school."

"Sure. I'd be happy to work something up for you. I can't do anything on it this week, other than the very basics, because I won't be in this weekend. Dad and Mom are taking Rosemary and me up to Phoenix. They bought a house for us to use next year instead of paying for the dorms, and we have to go take a look at it. Would you like to stop by my place and take a look at what I've done? That would give us a starting point, and then I'd need to schedule a time to make some measurements and do some acoustic tests where you want it set up. If I'm going to do a custom setup, rather than using off the shelf, I like to design it to fit."

"That sounds good to me. When would be best for you?"

"I could meet you at the house right after school tomorrow. Jim will be in, and he can handle the store until I get here."

"That works for me. Would it be all right if I brought the wife along? She isn't real keen on spending the money to go custom, but Janelle insists we do it right."

"Of course! Now, we do have some excellent home theatre set ups here, with surround sound and all the bells and whistles. They can all be optimized for your space to a large degree. You don't have to go custom to get good sound. I hate to over sell you."

"Oh, yes, I know. I've been doing some research online before coming in. I'll never get Janelle off my back though if I don't at least explore the options. I'll see you at say 4:00 or 4:15? Just as soon as I can get home from the school and pick up the Mrs. Maybe when you get up to ASU next year you can get together with Janelle sometime. She could do a lot worse than a young man like you." He stuck out his hand and said "Goodbye," before turning and walking out the door. Now THAT was interesting!

Focusing my attention on planning Mr. Hulvey's theater room (I couldn't bring myself to call him Dave) allowed me to have my emotions, and my face under control when I finally closed down the shop at 9:00 and went home. I fully expected Mom to be waiting for me when I got there, and she was. Fortunately, Rosemary was upstairs, so I didn't have to try to hide my feelings in front of Mom. She is pretty perceptive, so I needed every bit of luck I could get. I'm sure Rosemary had that in mind.

"Hi, Honey. Did everything go OK with Dad and me both gone?"

"Oh, sure, Mom." I hugged her as soon as I could set down my backpack. "We're big kids now. We handled it. How's Grandma? Grandpa doing OK?"

"Oh, they're both doing very well. In fact, they would like to ride along with us up to Scottsdale to see the house if she keeps doing this well."

"Good. They kind of had us worried there for a little bit."

"The girls didn't tease you too much, did they?" Mom has seen some of the teasing I get from Susie, especially, although fortunately, not the blatant stuff! Rosemary and Steph, of course always chimed in, and Mom was sometimes concerned it went too far. Gotta love those protective moms!

"Oh, I don't let that stuff bother me. I usually just keep to my room and let them be." Usually, yes, but to call last weekend "usual" didn't fit the English definition of the word. I doubt it fit in any other language either! Changing the subject radically, I said, "I had an interesting visitor at the store this evening."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You remember Mr. Hulvey, my Industrial Arts teacher?"

"Isn't he the one that had the daughter you were sweet on? Where is she, anyway? I haven't heard anything about her in a while."

"Yeah, that's him. She's up at ASU. Anyway, he came into the store looking for me. It seems he wants a home theatre installed, and Janelle insisted he talk to me about building it out custom."

"That's funny. Doesn't he teach electrical stuff? Why couldn't he do it himself?"

"That's just the thing. He could, and with some of the home theatre setups we have at the shop he would do fine, especially if he went with the Bose system, but you remember Janelle drove me home so I could get stuff to fix the sound system for the play." She nodded. "Well, she was surprised at the stuff in my room, so I played a couple of pieces for her. She told everybody as school about it, and I got a few orders for some small stuff. Mr. Hulvey told me she insisted he talk with me about building it out custom, so he and Mrs. Hulvey are coming over right after school to see what I have and how it is set up. This could be a very good project!"

"That sounds good." She followed me into the kitchen, where I raided the fridge to find something to eat. "I need to talk with you for a minute about your sister."

Uh Oh. Here it comes. I carefully steeled my face before turning and closing the refrigerator door. I suddenly wasn't hungry any more. "Why, what's wrong? Is she OK?"

"Oh yes, she's fine. Nothing is wrong! She was just very happy when I got home and just bubbling in fact. I haven't seen her that happy in a long, long, time, so I asked her what was going on. She told me you two had been talking and got some things worked out between you this weekend. I guess Grandma getting sick kind of scared her, but she said you were there for her and really helped her get over it. I just wanted to say 'Thank you.' You've really grown up in the last few months. I feel a lot better about the two of you going off to school, now, especially since you will be living in a house together instead of living in the dorms, with all the partying and things that go on there."

Man, was I relieved! I guess Rosemary was able to sell it to Mom OK. "It wasn't anything big really. She just needed a shoulder and someone to talk with. We've kind of drifted apart a little bit the last few years, and I think it was good for both of us."

"Well, she hasn't had enough good things to say about you since you gave her that Koala. That was the most thoughtful gift I ever saw. You know, it really is almost too bad you two are brother and sister. I think she would really fall for you otherwise." Ouch! Did she step in it this time! Careful, Justin. Be very, very careful.

"Hey, it wasn't all that much. I had to hunt a little to find just the right animal, and I couldn't stand to hear that old clock radio any more. I didn't have to give much for that Wave Radio, 'cause it was our sample from last year. All I had to do was mount the bear and wire it through the inside. I did kind of tweak it a little bit." A little bit? That Koala was wired like a crooked pinball machine.

"Well, I just wanted to say 'thank you.' It really means a lot to me to see my kids growing up." She reached over and grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into a hug. I'm pretty sure I saw moisture in her eyes for a minute. "It also tells me you are mature enough for what your father and I want to discuss with you two about the house up in Scottsdale. Initially we weren't really sure if you were mature enough for what we had in mind, but I really believe you will do well with it."

"Oh? What's that?"

"Let's just wait until Friday, and we can all discuss it together, and then Saturday, we will drive up there and walk through the property. We haven't actually closed on the deal yet, so if this isn't to your liking we will find something different."

"I thought you gave us the keys to the house?"

Mom laughed. "Oh, we did. The locks just aren't installed yet! You know you never leave the same locks on a property once it changes hands!" Duh. I never would have thought of that!

"You know, I think you and Dad are pretty good parents. Rosemary and I must have raised you two right!" I gave Mom a big hug to her laughter. She gave me a playful swat on the ass and said, "Go ahead and find yourself something to eat. I'm sorry to cut out on you, but I'm really tired. There hasn't been a lot of sleep the last couple of nights."

"Sure. No problem. I'll see you tomorrow evening. I'm closing again. In fact I'll be closing through Thursday since I have to take Friday night and Saturday off. We don't need to stay over Saturday evening do we? Jim said he could let me have Sunday off if needed, although I'm sure he would like to have a day off himself."

"We hadn't planned on it. I don't know why we would, but if we could hold Sunday as a possible it would give us options."

"OK, he said I can let him know as late as Friday night if need be. I'll tell him we're not sure. Thanks, Mom." I gave her another hug and kissed her cheek goodnight, and then I turned back to the fridge to rummage again. Suddenly I DID have an appetite.

After digging out some leftovers and nuking them I cleaned up my mess and headed upstairs. I didn't know if Rosemary was still up or not, and didn't want to knock on her door if she was sleeping, but I needn't have worried. She heard me coming up the stairs, and I saw her door pop open just enough to peek her eye through. She saw it was I and with a big smile on her face she swung the door open all the way. It took only an instant for me to know why she peeked through first!

She wasn't nude, which was my first thought when she only opened the door a crack, but rather, she had on a diaphanous gown that highlighted her already gorgeous body, with a tiny pair of lacy panties underneath. The bodice was open in the front all the way to the navel, with ties loosely holding it together. The bodice was made of a semi-opaque lace material that her nipples were threatening to puncture.

Some clothing is made to hide the body, to be modest, or to conceal the figure or to hide one's beauty. Other clothing is designed to accentuate highlights, and to make one look as good as possible by overshadowing any perceived flaws. This gown, on the other hand, was designed to display the body in its best possible light, and where concealment was present it was concealment only to create an allure, to beguile and seduce the fortunate soul who was privileged to behold it. The emerald green bodice over a very pale green floor length gauzy gown was created solely for one of her hair color and complexion. The color of Rosemary's eyes was between the two greens of the gown, and was set aglow by the combination and the passion behind them. I stood transfixed at the beauty I beheld. I was so awed by what I saw that my mouth watered, but my cock did not get erect. Oh, it was stirred, alright, but this was beyond stirring lust, and bordered on reverence.

"Hurry up and come in here, silly, before Mom sees you staring in here like a calf at a new gate!" She reached out and grabbed my hand and gave me a quick pull, before quietly closing the door behind her. It was then I saw that she had also had her hair done, and it was in long ringlets and pulled back from her face, but in a soft fashion that framed her face. I still was stunned speechless by her radiance and beauty.

"I take it you like?" I could only nod, dumbly. "I think the lady at the shop thought I was buying it for my wedding night," she giggled. "You should have seen her trying to help me pick it out. It was a hoot!"

My voice still was not working as I drank in the vision before me with my eyes. I held out my arms, and Rosemary stepped into my embrace with a sigh. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that," she whispered softly in my ear. "I kept watching the clock and wanted to call you at the store to be sure you hurried home, but I didn't think it would be to smart." She snuggled her face more deeply into my neck and sighed again. "I wish you could stay with me again tonight, but I don't think it would be very wise. You have no idea how badly I want to feel you inside me again." Her arms pulled me even more tightly into the embrace.

I wanted nothing more than to carefully disrobe her and worship the beauty my Rosemary had become. How can it be possible for a brother to be so smitten by his own sister? I know twins are supposed to be closer than other siblings, and I understand, but this went much deeper than sibling, or even twin, love. I knew that no matter what ever happened, Rosemary was mine, even when she found someone else and married, or if I married someone else, she was mine, and I was hers. Totally. Completely.

Releasing my hold on her I slipped one arm down to her knees and gently lifted her and carried her over to her bed. I wanted so badly to lay her down and crawl up there with her, but I knew if I did that I would never leave tonight. Mom was not a snoop, nor did she check on us, but often she would come up to talk with us about something or on some errand. It was not a risk I dared take, and if Mom was to see me in here with Rosemary, and saw Rosemary dressed like this she would know instantly what the story was. In fact, if she was to see us together as we were she would read or faces and know, even if we were dressed in gunny sacks.

I sat down gently on the edge of the mattress, holding Rosemary seated across my lap. I leaned in for a gentle kiss and whispered softly, "I love you." It was the first words I had managed to eke out, but they came from the depths of my soul. "You are so absolutely beautiful that I was stunned."

"I noticed," and she giggled. "I hoped you would like it."

"You have no idea!"

"Good. I like to make you happy." Rosemary snuggled more deeply into my arms. "I've wanted to be here all day long." She let out a deep contented sigh.

I held her close to me for a few minutes, savoring every second, yet with the conscious thought that we needed to be more careful than this. All it would take is a knock on the door and we would be busted. I knew Mom was tired and was going to bed, but that didn't mean she wouldn't think of something and want to talk with us about Grandma or something. It wouldn't be the first time. Mom was not the kind to get a thought or an idea and put it off until tomorrow, and it was not all that late.

"I don't want to, but I have to go. Mom might come up. You know how she is, and we would be busted big time." I gently started to set Rosemary onto the bed, but she grabbed hold of my neck and squeezed. The pressure of her breasts was nearly enough to change my mind, but prudence won out. "Sweetheart, you know I have to." Slowly Rosemary released me, and I set her down. I leaned in for a quick peck on the lips and stood slowly. I knew it was going to be so lonely in my room tonight, but I had to go.

Rosemary, sitting on the bed, looked up at me wistfully, before grabbing my hands and pulling herself up, and into my arms once again. "Justin, I love you."

"I know, Sweetheart, I know. And I love you back, and always will. I will never forget last night, nor will I ever forget how you look tonight." Another quick peck on the lips and I stepped back. It was wrenching, but I did it.

Rosemary looked down at my crotch, suddenly, puzzled. "You aren't even hard?"

"Not on the outside, but I will be as I remember this time. At this moment I'm overwhelmed, and I love you so much it bypassed sex." I quickly stepped back for a quick, fervent embrace; then I grabbed my backpack and headed for the door.

I wasn't a moment too soon! I had no more than cleared the door when I saw Mom turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs and start up. She had her nightgown on, with a robe over the top, and obviously had been to bed. "Hi, Mom. What's up?" and I closed Rosemary's door behind me. I knew that would give Rosemary a warning, now I just had to stall Mom for a minute to give Rosemary time to get out of that beautiful gown and throw on one of my tee-shirts like normal.

"Justin, I was just coming up to talk with you for a minute. You and Rosemary talking? You have no idea how I like to see that. You two used to be so close. Anyway, I remembered after I went to bed that Grandpa asked if I could stay over tomorrow night, and help him get Grandma to the Dr. early in the morning Wednesday morning. You kids will be OK with that, won't you?"

"Oh, sure. That'll be no problem. Is she OK?"

"Sure. Grandpa just wanted a little support I think. All of this has hit kind of hard with him, too."

"I think that's a good idea. Don't worry about us. We'll get along just fine." I hoped Rosemary had finished changing by now, but I stepped in to give Mom a good one-armed man-hug, and held her tight for just a minute. "You know, I like the way you love and care for Grandpa and Grandma. Not all kids are that way with their parents, and it bothers me to see it. I love you, Mom."

Mom looked up with moisture in her eyes and said, "Thanks, Justin. That was really sweet to say."

"Well, I meant it." And I did. Fortunately, Rosemary popped her door open, wearing my tee-shirt as I had hoped.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?"

"I forgot to tell you Grandpa wants me to stay over tomorrow night and help get Grandma to the Dr. early in the morning. Justin said you two would get along OK."

Rosemary stepped into the hallway quickly, leaving her door open so that the still made bed could be seen. Quick thinker, that girl! "Mom, you don't worry about us. Justin and I are big kids now. We're going to be on our own in just a couple of months now, anyway."

"Don't remind me! Where's your robe? You shouldn't be running around like that in front of Justin!"

Rosemary looked down and said, "Oh, I was just changing for bed when I heard you talking and I forgot to grab the robe." She swept her hand over the front of herself indicating the tee-shirt, "Justin doesn't care, anyway."

"Well, I do. I hope you won't be running around in front of everybody like that when you get to school."

Rosemary dropped her head submissively, "Oh, I don't think so. Justin's my brother. He doesn't count." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she said this. "Goodnight, Mom. I love you. Goodnight, again, Justin," and she turned and walked back into her room and closed the door.

Mom just shook her head, watching the door close, and then turned back to the stairs. "Goodnight, son. I'll see you in the morning." I nodded and moved to my door and entered my room on shaky legs. 'Justin doesn't care, anyway'? Oh yeah? Then why is my cock so hard and quivering?

Friday morning finally came. I was a nervous wreck, dodging through the minefield of my love for Rosemary, her love for me, and not letting Mom catch on. Since I didn't have to work Rosemary rode to school with me, which added stress to the day. I couldn't help myself. Every time I was around her I know it was obvious to anyone who knows us that something was happening.
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Update 14


Somehow, I stumbled through the day, with lunch being the only time I felt like I could relax. As I had all week, I ate lunch with Susie, and since Susie already knew what was going on I could relax and not worry about slipping up. I know my grades were not what they should have been for the week, but I just could not concentrate. If I didn't straighten that out soon I knew Dad would be coming down on me hard. It isn't like any of the classes were even difficult!

Three o'clock and the final bell rang at last! I was in a fog, with thoughts of our meeting with Dad and Mom tonight, plus seeing Rosemary by our lockers, with Susie and Stephanie in tow had everything jumbled up. I was beginning to wonder if I was cracking up. I made my way down the hall feeling dread in the pit of my stomach for some unknown reason. I just knew something was going on that was going to jump up and bite me.

Stephanie grabbed my arm, rubbing her boob on it in the process, and said, "We've got to hurry, Justin. Susie and I are going over to swim for a while before your mom gets home. I got a new bikini, and you've got to be sure to let me know what you think of it." I knew something had to happen!

We got home, and I made my way to my room as soon as possible. In my state of mind I just had to get away from females as quickly as possible. My mind was already in turmoil. It wasn't but a few minutes, and I heard them coming up the stairs, laughing and talking all the way. It was then I realized I had gone all week without even turning on the monitor and the camera in the Koala. I had the real thing, I didn't need to watch! Today though was an opportunity for my original purpose and I stepped over to my computer and quickly logged in just in time to hear Stephanie talking about her new bikini. ". . . like it." Her voice dropped conspiratorially, "I wouldn't dare wear it anywhere else. I just saw it, and I thought of Justin, and just knew I had to buy it for him." Her face was a study in crimson. "I almost chickened out, so I told him at school I wanted him to tell me what he thought of it. That way I have to wear it."

Stephanie opened her bag and pulled out a series of strings and small pieces of fabric that had more missing than was actually there. I could have imagined Susie wearing something of the sort, but Stephie? She certainly was crushing on me, which I already knew, but this was at a whole new level.

"How in the world do you wear that?" gasped Susie. "That is just barely legal!"

Rosemary looked crestfallen. She knew she was not going to be able to keep me to herself, and she had told me, as well as the girls she hoped I would end up with one of them, but she was obviously feeling impending loss.

Susie opened her bag and pulled out her own suit, which I had seen last weekend, the one that was see-through when wet. Rosemary was wearing the one she had teased me with earlier as well. I was definitely in for seeing more skin, and in more provocative ways than I was accustomed to.

Stephanie pulled her shirt over her head, quickly followed by the other two, who also quickly peeled off their pants, leaving them all in panties and bras. I licked my lips in anticipation, but true to form all three girls turned their backs to the Koala before removing their underwear and pulling on their bathing suits. I loved their asses, but was disappointed to once again miss out on watching from the front side. Stephanie giggled as she turned herself back around and worked at arranging her straps in front of the mirror. "Girl, how are you going to keep that on and in place?" asked Susie.

"I've got to be really, really careful, that's for sure. Otherwise I'm going to give more of a show than I intended." She turned from the mirror to the Koala. "Mr. Koala, do you think Justin will like this one? I hope so." She turned back to Rosemary and giggled. "You know how silly this is? We won't change in front of a stuffed animal, but we ask its opinion of our outfits." She reached over and stroked the fur on its head. "Mr. Koala, you don't take us seriously, do you? Ooops!" When she bent over it loosened one of the straps of her bathing suit, which allowed a boob to pop free. I don't know if Mr. Koala liked it, but I surely did!

Her top was halter style, but the lower strings for the top didn't tie in the back. They were connected instead, after crossing the back, to the ties on the bottom. The entire outfit was held on by the tie at the back of the neck. When she bent and reached for the Koala it caused the straps to loosen, and the breast to pop free. It wasn't meant for swimming, but for looks, and/or sunning. I just might have to go down to the pool for a change!

Stephanie's suit was not the normal bikini, in that the top, which was made up of two tiny triangles, consisted of a tie that tied behind the neck, and straps that crisscrossed across her lower back and connected to the bottoms. Keeping the tops in place required her to maintain good posture, whether standing, sitting, or bending. If she allowed tension to be released the tops would come loose, and if released too much would even allow the bottoms to sag. All in all, it was a very daring suit, designed more for what it showed than what it hid.

She turned back around after getting her boob back in place and covered her face in her hands. "I don't know if I can wear this out there after all. I told Justin I wanted his opinion, but I don't think I can really do it." She opened her bag back up, and looked inside, before wailing, "Oh no! I took it out! I don't have my other bikini!"

"Well then, I guess that answers it. You'll have to wear it, either that or skinny dip. I have an idea Justin would like that," Susie laughed. "You might be able to get Rosemary to join you if you do that."

Rosemary colored. "I don't think so! If we are going to get any time in the sun, though, we had better get going before Mom gets home. We only have an hour or so left."

I quickly shut off my monitor and hurried to be out of the room before they came out. I wanted to be sure not to miss this show! I made it down the stairs and to the kitchen before they came out of the room, and was busy drinking a Coke when I heard them coming down the stairs. I casually walked around the corner just in time to meet them at the bottom. Susie of course had to get the ball rolling and embarrass Steph.

"Hey Justin, what do you think of Steph's new suit?"

"Oh, good! She promised to show it to me to see if I liked it. Why don't you step out here where I can see it better?"

Steph blushed bright red and covered her face with her hands, but being caught as she was she stepped on out into the kitchen area, where there was more room.

"Wow! I like it! It's kind of risky, though isn't it? It looks like it might fall off. Turn around and let me see the back side." Her nipples were poking nicely through the thin fabric covering her breasts, and I could tell the embarrassment was also exciting her. If I was going to develop this I had to be careful not to overplay my hand, but to encourage her exhibitionism. I knew there was only one she was interested in exhibiting for, and that one was me. "It looks really good on you, Steph."

She had her head down somewhat, but looked up at me with a deer in the headlights look and said, "Thanks. I hoped you would like it." I noticed she took a quick look at my crotch, where I hope she was satisfied with the bulge she put there.

Yes, being a horny, red-blooded male, I liked it. On reflection, though I really liked it better when Steph was being Steph, instead of trying to outdo Susie or Rosemary. Being a little daring was one thing, but her self-confidence was so low she didn't think she could compete with others because of boob size. If only she could realize!

Working on a balky computer, clearing some nasty viruses, just because a customer didn't keep her anti-virus and anti-spyware protection up to date, kept me busy for the next fifty-five minutes before the girls came back into the house to change before Mom got home. I had purposely left my door ajar to be sure I wouldn't be surprised with the monitor on watching for them to return. As I expected, Susie stuck her head in the door and said, "Hi Justin," and stood there until I waved. I half noticed her top was still damp, and her nipples were still somewhat visible through the translucent material, but I made it a point not to "notice" them. I waited until I heard the talk and giggling in the hall way ceased, and I heard Rosemary's door close before turning the monitor back on.

Susie was half pouting when she got into the room and complained, "I was hoping Justin would be downstairs again when we came in. He didn't even notice my top when I said 'Hi' to him just now. I don't know what I have to do to get him to notice me. I mean my top is still about half see-through, and he didn't even notice. I don't know if he would notice if I pulled a Rosemary and went naked!"

"Maybe you need to quit trying so hard, and just let it happen. Maybe you are just scaring him away." Rosemary is pretty smart! Anyway, Susie was standing right in front of the Koala while complaining about me not noticing, but she couldn't tell I was noticing at that very moment, and I liked what I saw very much.

Stephanie had her back turned, and pulled the strings on the tie at her neck. When she turned the strings loose her suit puddled at her feet, and she stepped out of it, and half turned to say something to Susie, leaving her right boob in profile. How I was wishing I could take a picture of that! "Hey Suze, what do you say we try going naked with Rosemary some day? This does feel free like she says. If your mom wasn't coming home, Rosemary, I might be tempted to try it today. What do you think?"

"I'm not too sure how Justin would react to that. He wouldn't know where to look first. Between you and Susie I'd probably be ignored." Rosemary seemed a bit despondent at the thought. How little she knows!

Stephanie turned her back again, and started to dress, but then turned around and just sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her hands with her boobs up thrust in the air. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with a narrow landing strip. It had to be trimmed closely; else it would not have been hidden by her bikini, or whatever her suit is called. As tiny as it was there wasn't room for much hair!

Susie looked at her and said, "Why didn't you just shave it all?"

"I thought about it, but as little as I am anyway, I didn't want to look like a little girl. I thought I needed something here," and she plucked at her little tuft of hairs with her fingers. Oh how I wished I was there doing it for her. My shorts were pooled at my feet, and my rigid cock was in my hand. "You know, this really does feel free."

Susie, never one to be outdone, dropped her bikini also, and stood there in all her glory, but she still had her back to me. "I didn't trim mine down as far as you did. I just trimmed so I didn't show around my bikini. What do you think?"

"I always thought different stroke for different folks," opined Rosemary. "Everybody likes it different." Hers hit the floor about then, and I had a full frontal view of her from across the room, and if I had a choice, she was still it. I could look at her all day and not grow weary of the view. Stephanie turned on the bed to look back at her, and when she did her legs parted, allowing me to see into her pussy, which brought a major twitch and a groan from me. I waited for Susie to turn around, but Rosemary reminded them Mom would be home at any time, so they all quickly dressed, and left the room.

I was left with a hard, dripping cock, but just a few strokes with my hand, and my knees buckled as I spurted into a handful of tissues before I pulled my shorts back up and I went downstairs.

Mom came home in a great mood. She sold another house, and one that she had listed, so she earned the whole commission. Definitely, she felt like celebrating! Our original plans were to have dinner in, but Mom called Jorgensen's, a rather upscale steak house that specialized in private business lunches, and made reservations for four, but in a private room. The private rooms were heavily used for business at the lunch hour, but there were rumors about what went on at dinner. This way we could enjoy the celebration, but also have a quiet place we could talk about the house.

Dad came in the door, obviously tired from a long week working out of town, but was excited at Mom's sale, and more than happy to celebrate it out rather than eat in. As much as he ate out when traveling he really enjoyed a home cooked meal when he returned, but since his wife was quite busy with her real estate office, home cooked meals were not common. She is an excellent cook, but just not home enough to cook for the family very often.

The dinner was good, with a lot of talking and laughing, as was normal when we all got together. I, normally the serious one of the group thought about the differences in our family and those of other guys I knew. Almost all of them complained of their parents and didn't care to be around them any more than necessary, whereas Rosemary and I had a very close relationship with ours. In many ways it surpassed parent/child and became almost on a friendship basis. My brow furrowed a bit in thought as I pondered the situation. I couldn't call it 'friends', because there was a definite authority factor involved, but it went beyond the norm.

"Justin, what's on your mind, dear? You haven't been with us for the last little bit?"

"Sorry, Mom. I was just thinking about us, and how we are so different than all the guys I know. None of them would want to be out with their parents like this, but to Rosemary and me, well, we love being with you guys. I was just trying to understand the difference."

"Thank you, honey. We love being with you kids as well. Unfortunately, many parents don't take the time to be with their children from an early age, and try to be friends instead of parents. If they would have acted more like parents earlier on they could act more like friends later. Your Dad and I have tried very hard to give you responsibility, and as you have taken on responsibility it has allowed us to relax the hard side of parenting and to enjoy just being us." She reached over and grabbed my hand affectionately. "You have both become very responsible young adults, and we have been able to treat you almost as adults for quite some time now. I think that is the difference in our relationships."

Dad chimed in, "If we spend time enjoying being with each other instead of constantly having to tell you what to do, or not do it changes attitudes. We don't have to corral you and security officer where you go and what you do. You both have been very good at following our guidelines, and we don't have to worry about you when we both have to be away. Actually, I'm glad you bring it up, Son, because that is in a large measure the reason for this dinner tonight."

Dad took a quick glance at Mom, who gave a smile and slight nod.

"We have a proposition for you two, if you are interested. The house we have in mind is under contingency of "approval of partners," which means if you don't like the idea we will cancel the offer and find a different property. We have in mind an old Victorian mansion that was built by a railroad tycoon around the turn of the last century. It has been owned by an insurance company, and used as offices for several years now, but went into foreclosure when they went bankrupt. We can purchase it for a fraction of its value, but it will need some work to make it usable. It is in a mixed use neighborhood, so we have been able to clear any zoning issues, and it has ample parking."

"We propose purchasing the property, with you two as managing partners to oversee it. There were nine bedrooms originally. They have been converted to office space and must be converted back, but there is other space that can be converted into bedrooms as well, plus areas that can be set aside for study areas. Because they were converted for offices there is more than enough power to each room, plus each room is hardwired for data, which will be good for internet service.

Our concept is for the two of you to manage the property, and we will rent out rooms to students at ASU, as well as a number of other schools in the area. This will be sufficient to cover your schooling and provide some pocket money, so that you won't have to go out and try to find minimum wage jobs. What are your thoughts on the concept?"

I looked at Rosemary, and she looked back at me, both of us wide-eyed at the idea! "Absolutely!" I managed to get out after a moment or two. Rosemary just nodded with a big smile on her face. Of course neither of us really knew what we were getting into, but the potential seemed too good to be true. If it was other than my parents I wouldn't have believed it for a minute.

"You said we would be 'managing partners?' Does that mean we would be part owners, too?"

"Yes. It will be purchased by an LL C, and each of us will be 25% owners. You two will be managing partners, but your mother and I will retain veto rights, just in case we think you are going crazy with it. I know that will not be an issue, but it is set up that way legally to protect us because we are putting up the money. You two will be providing sweat equity."

Rosemary asked, "What do we have to do?"

"Well, to start, the house is going to need some TLC to get it ready for occupants. Mostly, paint and light stuff. Justin will want to do some electrical and electronic upgrades, security items, and stuff. We'll talk about that more tomorrow when we look at the place. Unfortunately, you will have to start almost immediately after graduation to get it all done in time. It is livable while you are working on it, so you won't be commuting. We'll hire contractors for the heavy stuff, but there really won't be that much to be done. The house is in remarkably good condition. Then, you will be responsible for renting out rooms, and taking care of day to day issues. All applications will be reviewed by the four of us before accepting, and each renter will also have to be backed by a parent for security. Your mother will handle the legal paperwork and contracts."

Mom spoke up, "We will limit occupancy to females, with no boys allowed in the house other than on the main floor in the common areas. We don't want to open ourselves up to other issues more than we have to. Justin, do you think you can handle that? The turret room at the top of the house is the largest, and I think the nicest room, and it would be yours. For some reason it has a private stairway as well as through the other areas, so you would not have to be in the girls areas, other than when you are needed there for some purpose."

"I think I can handle that." Rosemary just smirked at me from across the table, and I felt her foot sliding up my calf, before she pulled her foot back. "I have one other question, though? What happens after we graduate?"

Dad handled this one. "We considered that, and what we are thinking is this; either we can retain the property and continue to operate it if we wish, or by that time the market should be improved enough to sell it for a substantial profit. However, if we maintain 80% occupancy, and I see no reason we should not, we will turn a nice profit if we sell the property for the same price as we purchased it, plus we will have paid for your schooling and allowed you to earn pocket money along the way. This is not going to be just a piece of cake. You two will earn everything you make, but I think it is the best way to go, and it will be educational for you."

"Let me add one other thing. This is not going to be a Sorority, nor will it be run like one! It will not be a party house, but a place for students to live without all of the ruckus that goes on in the dorms or the Sororities. I didn't say it won't be enjoyable, but it is not party central. Are we clear on that?"

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Rosemary and I both nodded affirmatively. "You two have shown maturity around the house, and haven't been partiers, even when we were away and you could have tried it, which is why we thought you could handle this. Let's go home and get some rest tonight. We pick up your grandparents at 6:30 tomorrow, and it may turn out to be a long day, after a very long week."

"I'm so glad Grandma is feeling up to going with us! That will make the trip so much fun!" said Rosemary. "Grandpa too, of course!"

Mom laughed as she stood to leave. "Your grandmother said to tell you that if you don't behave up there she will move in and run the place right!" Now if we could have Grandpa and Grandma as "house parents," it WOULD be a fun place! Forget not being a party house!

When we arrived back at our house everyone split up for the night, and I headed for my room. I wanted to get a head start on a paper I had to write for Senior English. I plugged in Sibelius' symphonies, always good studying or thinking music, and started researching the web for my material when my door quietly opened and Rosemary slipped into my room, wearing only a thin, and well-worn, tee-shirt. She had never just walked in on me before.

"I didn't want to knock, just in case Mom or Dad heard it, although I think they are rather busy right now," she giggled and grinned. "I hoped you wouldn't mind, though. It's not like we have any secrets now, is it? I mean, what haven't you seen?" She laughed. "I might have caught you spanking the monkey or something like that, but I would have just had to help you."

I just shook my head resignedly. Her nipples were obviously excited about her being in my room as she was, and I found myself responding as well.

"I just had to see you. We haven't been able to be together since we almost got caught the other night. Quick thinking, by the way. Thanks."

"No prob."

Rosemary walked over behind my desk chair and draped her arms across my shoulders, and let her hands slide back and forth across my abdomen while her breasts pillowed my shoulders. Her chin rested lightly on the top of my head. "I can't believe we get to go up there together this summer to work on the house." She sighed contentedly and gave me a little squeeze. "I had to laugh at Mom asking you if you could handle living in a house full of college girls! I mean, what if they all ran around dressed something like this? You would just hate it, I'm sure!"

I lifted my head up to where I could look into her eyes. "How will you handle it? Stephie seemed to be getting under your skin earlier this afternoon."

Tears welled up in her eyes. I swiveled my chair around and seated her on my lap and put my arms about her, protectively. She buried her head in my neck and said quietly, "I'll handle it. I don't say it will be easy, but I'll handle it. I know I can't keep you to myself, although I want to. I just hope it is someone like Steph or Susie that I like and will let me share you. Not in bed necessarily, but seeing you and being part of your life." There was a quiet sniffle, and she went on, "That's why it is important to me to spend as much time with you as I can right now."

"That goes for me as well. Whatever guy is lucky enough to get you had better be someone who will let me be a part of your life, as well. I'll always love you."

"I wish I could spend the night with you. It just feels so right, with you holding me in your arms like this." She sighed, and snuggled her nose even more deeply into the junction of my neck and shoulder. "I don't even care about the sex right now, just feeling loved and secure." She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes, and then leaned in for a very tender kiss. "Think of me tonight. I'll be thinking of you," and she stood and walked somewhat unsteadily to the door before turning back toward me. "Thank you, Justin. I love you," and with a stealthy peek into the hallway she was gone. Suddenly, my room felt so empty, and I was so alone.
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My room felt lonely when the alarm finally went off Saturday morning. I had tossed and turned all night after Rosemary left my room to go to bed. I had never been lonesome in here before, but now it seemed I was lonely all the time if she wasn't around. Tired and edgy from lack of sleep, I wandered to the bathroom to grab a quick shower before Rosemary for a change. I knew it would take an act of Congress to get her moving this early, and thought I'd be ahead of the game to get mine while she was waking up. Imagine my surprise when the door opened and Rosemary slipped in as I was dropping my robe to the floor. Grouchy though I was, I couldn't help noticing how good that thin tee shirt looked on her, especially since it was all she had on! Mom's scolding obviously hadn't changed her dress habits in front of me, not that I would complain, mind you! "What are you doing in here?"

"I'm going to take a shower, what else?" She gave me a cheeky grin, and pulled the shirt over her head before placing a hand on her hip, striking a pose. "Mom and Dad are taking one together. I heard them talking when I walked past their door on the way to start the coffee. If we hurry we can take one together, too."

"Are you sure we're safe? I'm nervous about this."

"Relax. Mom promised Dad a . . . ," blushing furiously she paused. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but then I can't believe I heard her saying it. She obviously didn't know I was at the door. She promised him a blow job. I can't believe our parents are doing that!"

"Well, I guess they get to have fun, too, don't they? And Dad was gone all week."

Rosemary stepped into my arms for a hug, and the feeling of her soft skin on mine did nothing to make my cock go back down. "If we hurry, we'll be OK, and if we hurry fast enough, who knows. I might be nice to you, too." She broke away from our embrace and quickly started the water, while I brushed my teeth. I figured I might as well save all the time possible. I certainly didn't want to get caught in the shower with my sister.

I must say, brushing my teeth while watching my sister getting into the shower was the most enjoyable time I've ever spent in personal hygiene. I quickly rinsed my teeth, and dropped my brush into the container and got into the shower with Rosemary. While she was shampooing her hair I grabbed a washcloth and liberally applied some body wash and started soaping her back, paying particular attention to her ass, and then I knelt and did homage to her legs. A little shampoo, and of course water kept getting into my eyes, but that was a very minor price to pay for the pleasure. Rosemary turned around to rinse her hair, and once again I was overwhelmed by her beauty. I knelt at her feet and just looked up at her body, disregarding the water as it cascaded into my face.

On impulse, I suddenly leaned forward and planted my face at the vee of her legs, feeling her tiny landing strip on the bridge of my nose as I placed a gentle kiss on the top outer edge of her pussy. Slowly I stood to my feet and pulled her into my arms and kissed her wet face. Rosemary's eyes twinkled as she looked at me. "That was nice, Justin. That was very nice." Quickly, remembering the time factor, I reloaded the washcloth with body wash and began washing the front of her body. I could get used to doing this every day for the rest of my life! The curling streaks of suds around her breasts, and the swirling lines they left across her belly, and the way they accented her awesome figure were stunning, and I had to step back to admire my handiwork!

Again, I knelt to wash her legs, but I paid particular attention to her landing strip and pussy before I regretfully rinsed out the cloth and began my own ablutions. I had shampoo suds in my hair and eyes when I suddenly felt soft hands returning the favor, with the feeling of the soft washcloth spreading body wash over me, and a soft hand caressing it into the skin. I personally never use body wash myself, just opting for the bar soap, but if it came with an applicator like this morning's I would be fully in favor! When I turned to rinse my hair I found a soft, warm, body caressing me from behind, and a pair of hands around on the front side gently stroking my rampant cock. Rosemary had sufficient body wash on her hands to provide lubrication as she quickly stroked me and caressed my balls.

The stimuli from the night before, as well as all that happened this morning, plus her soft boobs rubbing against my back while she stroked my cock had me cumming in just a matter of a couple of minutes. I had to grab at the towel bar in the shower to keep from falling, the sensations were so great. When I was able to catch my breath I turned to see a big smile on Rosemary's face. "Did you like that, big brother?" All I could manage was a nod and a kiss.

"I didn't do anything like that for you," I said. "That wasn't fair."

"Oh, I didn't expect anything. I just did that because it was fun. Maybe another time I'll give you what Mom is giving Dad." She gave me a big grin, and then a little peck on the cheek. "Why don't you grab a towel and hurry to your room. You can come back and shave when I'm done in just a minute. We'll just tell them you came in first, but let me take care of my shower before you came back to shave, if anybody asks." I just nodded my head, grabbed a towel and slipped out the door and into my room.

We needn't have worried, because both of us were sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal when Mom and Dad came from their room, ready to go, but with a very satisfied look on their faces. It looked like the day started off well all the way around!

We all got into the Denali, and headed off to pick up Grandpa and Grandma for the trip. Rosemary and I climbed into the back seats, leaving the middle ones for the G'parents. Actually, I was happy they were going along, because that left the two of us where we could talk and not be under the direct eye of Mom the whole time. Rosemary was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a snug tank top that, while not as tight as those old volleyball shorts and shirt she had been wearing to tease me, had garnered a disapproving eye from Mom, although she didn't tell her to go change.

While Grandma and Grandpa were getting settled in the car, and a lot of confusion was going on, I put my hand on Rosemary's knee and slid it up her leg to the bottom of her shorts. She shivered from the contact, especially from my fingertips, which were on the inside of her leg. "You should have worn a gunny sack or something. You're going to have me hard all day," I whispered. "Thank you for this morning. That was dangerous, but I needed it."

Rosemary just smiled at me, and put her hand on top of mine, effectively trapping it at the very top of her thigh. The way the seats were configured, Grandma would have to really turn around to see my hand on her leg. Rosemary, feeling full of herself, just started up a conversation with Grandma as if I wasn't even in the car. Her fingers kept caressing my hand, though.

The house in Scottsdale was huge! There is no other way to describe it, and had it not been for my mother's real estate connections we never would have been able to find it at the price we did. The economy had driven the insurance company out of business, and business office space was a glut on the market. If my parents had not had the presence of mind to think outside the box and creatively about student housing the place would have remained empty for quite some time. To restore the house to its original glory for a single family would have taken a very special type of person who was into antiques. There would be potential for a Bed and Breakfast, except the community was trending more toward business, and would not have the draw other areas would have. It fit our purposes perfectly, though.

Rosemary squealed with delight as soon as she saw the place. The Victorian construction was different than the rest of the area, which of course has a very Southwestern/Mexican flavor in architectural styles. The size of the grounds was impressive, with plenty of parking for our needs. In fact we had more spaces available than would be needed on a regular basis. There was a large coach house that I looked at as having potential, but that would be down the road. How it would tie in I would find out quite a bit later, but that is for another time.

The local realtor, who had the listing for the bank drove up as we were looking over the grounds and exterior of the house. It needed paint, but the roof looked to be in good condition. Before the realtor could get out of her car I edged over to Rosemary and cocked an eyebrow at her questioningly. "It's ours, Justin. I just love it."

"Good. That was my thought exactly. It will be a lot of work, but if we do it right we will not only put ourselves through school, but this can be the beginning of building our wealth." I looked over at Dad, who was watching our responses. I just nodded, and he smiled and nodded back. Rosemary and I walked over by him and Mom and I just said quietly, "Unless there is something inside that nixes it, and I know you two have already looked it over, I'd say do it."

Dad smiled again and said, "I see a lot of potential here, potential beyond just getting you two through school."

"That's what I was just telling Rosemary. I see this as just a start, with a lot of potential for growth."

"Grandpa came walking over just then. "Is the inside as good as the outside, Pete?" Dad just nodded. "I'd like to get involved then. I've been looking for a place to put my 401k, and I would like to finance the purchase. I think it would be a good investment opportunity for me, and I'm not really happy about what my broker has been doing with my moneys the last few years. What do you say?"

Dad stuck out his hand. "Welcome aboard. We can work out the details later if you really want a part."

"Hi, folks, I'm Donna Wilkinson, your realtor for this property. I'm sorry you beat me here!"

"Hello, Donna. That really is no problem. We got here early, and had an opportunity to look around the exterior. You aren't late." Mom was being every inch the realtor in return, acting almost as if she was selling the property to Donna, instead of vice-versa. I knew Donna had the authority to accept or reject the deal on behalf of the bank, and recognized right away what Mom was doing. Mom would never cheat anyone, but she was adept at maneuvering the situation to her vantage. "Just for the record, I am not acting in capacity as a realtor in this matter, as I am one of the principals."

"Right. I remember. Shall we go inside?"

Rosemary gasped when she saw the ceiling { frieze (check word)} in the foyer. Designs were inlaid into the plaster that looked like a ribbon that looped and curled around an intricately detailed rose. Whoever did the plasterwork was a real master of his craft. "Oh, Justin. I love it!" She squeezed my arm and snuggled close. I was afraid someone would wonder about us, but they seemed to mark it down to excitement and exuberance, since we would be both living there.

Donna, though, almost tumbled to it, saying, "Not bad for a starter home, right?" with a big smile at Rosemary. I felt things go cold inside, but it passed over and no one thought anything of it, but just laughed.

The lower floor had twelve foot ceilings, with dark walnut trim around the floorboards and windows that was milled in an ornate style not seen in a hundred years. The original owner had spared no expense in the house, but yet managed not to leave an overbearing impression. Dated opulence, but I found it to be beautiful. It didn't leave an impression of a museum, but had a warmth and comfort that felt like 'home'. So many times the balance is not struck when building such an edifice, but they managed it this time. I know Rosemary felt it as well, as she held to my arm and constantly squeezed it as each new feature was seen.

I could go on and on about the features of the house, but that is beyond the bounds of this story. Suffice it to say the rest of the lower floor matched up, with a large dining room, a smaller cozy breakfast area, and a library/office, complete with floor to ceiling bookshelves and a rolling ladder encircling the room, giving access to the upper shelves. Tech geek that I am, I am also a voracious reader, and my mouth watered at the idea of the room filled with leather bound tomes.

An antiques walnut desk, obviously built for the room, was the focal point of the far wall, centered between wide, nearly floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the back portion of the estate. When one looked at the desk it was obvious why it had been left with the property. It was massive, and quite heavy. It would be out of place in any room less magnificent than this. Looking at Rosemary, I said, "I claim the desk." She squeezed my arm and giggled excitedly. There was more than ample space in the room to set up several small study tables, and the room would lend itself, with the ambiance to encourage it, to a quiet room for doing homework.

The kitchen was spacious, and could be adapted for multiple users with some work, but that was what we expected. Though it was not designed as an eat-in kitchen it looked to me like we could install a counter with seats to take some of the pressure off the breakfast area if everyone wanted to eat at once, which should not be a problem. There was a large pantry area, which would work well for segregating shelves, giving storage space for food stuffs for each of the tenants as well. Off the pantry was a stairway, which Mom told me was the private stairs to the turret room, which would allow me access to my room without having to go through the other areas.

We made our way back to the foyer to the wide, curving stairs that led to the second floor. Ornate carved walnut bannisters rimmed the edge, with a large carved rearing horse forming the newel post. An antique oriental carpet runner marked the stair treads. The second floor was not as opulent as the lower, but the appointments, also all walnut, accented the hallways. The ceilings were all ten feet high, lower than the first floor, but gave a much more spacious feeling than in most modern homes.

It was when we looked into the individual rooms, which had been converted to office space that we found things had been modernized significantly. The ceilings had all been lowered with drop ceiling, and florescent lighting installed. The electrical system had been upgraded, and each room had internet access hardwired, which would provide options, although wireless access was also in place. I was going to take a good look at it, but it looked to me like there wasn't a lot for me to do with it.

Converting these rooms back to bedrooms would not be difficult, and they were all large enough to install twin beds and make double occupancy. Being of the age it was, the house did not have a lot of closet space, but armoires could easily be installed in the rooms to provide ample storage without interfering with the antique ambiance. Even with the drop ceilings the rooms still had the flavor of the era.

Bathrooms were going to be a little difficult to make work. Each wing of the house had a bathroom; that I was glad to see the insurance company, in its upgrades, had not altered significantly. Each one had an antique claw tub with high sides. We were going to have to install surround shower curtains and some and held shower heads. At least, these were minor upgrades and would not take much work or expense. The only issue was they would be shared by four girls. At least they had double sinks and wide mirrors installed in each room.

When we went up to the third level we found smaller rooms that would lend themselves well to single occupancy, having been used either as servant's quarters or a nursery. There were also two extra rooms, giving a total of ten rooms available. Two of the rooms had not been counted as bedrooms in the write-up on the property because they did not have closet space, but as with the others we would install an armoire. At the end was a small stair that led to the turret room, above this floor, with access also to the attic.

Immediately, I knew I was going to like this room due to its size. Unlike the rooms on the lower floors it did not have a hallway, but was the width of the house, less the roof incline. In England it would be called a garret, but I was more than satisfied as it was at least half larger than the rooms on the lower levels. The turret itself had a great view over the front and rear of the property, plus a great skyline view of Scottsdale. It had a bit of a strange configuration, with built in bookshelves blocking about half of the expected rear window area that projected into the turret. It was the only thing in the house that did not appear to be symmetrical, taking up nearly a fourth of the circumference of the area. One would normally expect such a thing to follow the rounded shape of the turret, but it wasn't a serious issue, but rather a curiosity. I puzzled over it for a few minutes, but then disregarded it as inconsequential and moved on.

Mom and Donna were in the library slash office going over the contract when we returned to the main floor. That we were going to purchase the property was a foregone conclusion, and Grandpa coming in with the financing made it a much quicker matter since we didn't have to go to the bank for a mortgage. Mom was able to negotiate a little lower price as a result, and we were able to move the closing up to the next week. Rosemary gave Dad a big hug and said "Thank you," followed by a hug for Grandpa and Grandma. Neither of them had felt up to climbing the stairs, so they had not seen the upstairs, but what they saw on the lower level was more than enough for them. Rosemary came back over to me and gave me a hug as well. "Can you really believe we got to live here instead of a dorm? This is beautiful, Justin. I just love it, and I can't wait to have it, and you, alone. It is better than I ever dreamed possible!" Everything was too good to be true.

Dad and I started discussing work that needed to be done. Of course, the interior needed to be painted throughout, and a good portion of the exterior as well. Security needed to be upgraded, and we discussed electronic locks with card readers for each of the tenants, as well as security cameras at the doors. Rosemary and I would try to do as much of this work as we could, hiring out some minor plumbing upgrades and renovating the kitchen to make it more user friendly for multiple users. Carpeting needed to be replaced in all of the bedrooms, the dining room and library. The hardwood floors in the rest of the first level would be left alone. We would see what we thought we could accomplish in the first couple of months, and then see if we needed to bring in outside help. One thing is for sure, we were going to have our hands full trying to get everything ready for occupancy before school started in the fall.

I needed to give Jim my notice Saturday for sure. I couldn't leave him until I completed Hulvey's theater room, but would have to have weekends free from then on, and would not be available during the summer at all. I really hated to leave him because he had been so good to me for so many years now, but life goes on. I knew he would not fault me for it and in fact I knew he would be happy for me, but it felt almost as bad as leaving home. As a sop to my conscience I would order all electronics through Jim. I owed him at least that much. Perhaps, if he was interested we could talk later about opening a second store in Scottsdale, with me running it for him, but that was miles down the road yet.
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Mom and Donna came out of the library with big smiles on their faces. I knew the look in Mom's eyes said she had negotiated the price down quite a bit. I know Donna wanted a higher price, but she was very happy to have this property, that was going to be difficult to sell otherwise, off of the books. Mom had the contract in hand, and Dad, Rosemary, and I signed it. Grandpa was with them, and had made arrangements with Donna for the financial side of things. All that remained to be done was the closing, which was set up for the following Thursday. That was extremely fast, but with a cash deal a lot of red tape was cut out. I learned something from this. Always deal in cash when possible! It certainly simplified things, and negotiating was a lot easier!

Grandma, who owned an interior decorating company until five years ago had started sketching some ideas for the first floor, and based on our descriptions of the 2nd and 3rd floors was jotting notes for those areas as well. Honestly, I think the purchase of this property was giving her a whole new lease on life as well. She has been enjoying her retirement, but over the last several months has grown restless, needing a purpose in life. This gave her one, at least in the short term. She was keeping things simple, and inexpensive, but making them pretty, which would attract the sort of tenants we wanted for the residence. Rosemary, and a little later Mom, was involved in this with her.

Dad, Grandpa and I sat down on the stairs and discussed some of the changes that needed to be made, and some of the financial requirements. Dad was a little concerned about Grandpa putting all his eggs in one basket with the property, but Grandpa waved them off. "Student housing is something that will always be needed. I've been reading on this for the last month, since we heard you were considering this for the kids, and I think you've struck a gold mine. We are buying the property right, far below actual value, so I'm not at risk there. If we decide it isn't working for us, there are companies who specialize in this very thing, so we can get out at any time. We will have a going concern, with an excellent, desirable, property so I don't see any reason for concern. I wouldn't do this elsewhere, but I have a vested interest in the success of this project whether I invest or not. It just makes sense to Grandma and me right now. If it all fell apart it would hurt, but it wouldn't destroy us."

The numbers Dad and Grandpa were tossing around for doing the renovations were staggering to me, so I just sat and listened. Electronics I know, but the other areas of discussion were like a foreign language to me. I could do a lot of the work, and had somewhat here and there, but when it came to planning and knowing pricing I was over my head. That's one thing I really appreciate about my Grandpa, though. He didn't just throw stuff around and leave me in the dark, but took the time to help me understand. "Justin, let this be a lesson to you. Anytime you get involved in any type of financial dealings don't go into it solely on the advice of someone else. If you don't understand, don't do it! That's one of the big issues I've had with my broker lately. He wants me to get into areas I don't understand, strictly on his advice. That is dangerous! I'm not saying he is trying to cheat me. I really don't believe he is. He has always been honest with me in the past, but there is just too much of an area of temptation that I won't put in front of anyone."

It was a quiet ride home, after we stopped for dinner. Grandpa and Grandma dozed in the middle seats, which left any conversation low voiced and confined to front and back. That suited Rosemary and me very well. We sat snuggled against each other and held hands the whole way home. Rosemary was almost giddy with excitement, while I was thrilled with the possibilities I was also concerned with some of the responsibilities I would be shouldering. Rosemary leaned in and gave me a gentle peck on the cheek. It was not sexual in nature, but simply an expression of her love that I fully understood, and I squeezed her hand in return. Nothing more was needed.

Fifteen minutes from Grandpa's house everything changed. Rosemary received a frantic call from Stephanie on her cell phone. "Hey, there Steph! The place is beautiful! Just wait until you see it!"

"Later, Rosemary. You've got to come quickly. We were in a terrible accident, and Susie may not live!"

"No! What happened?" That woke Grandpa, who turned around to see what was happening.

"We were at the mall to see a movie. We were driving home when a drunk driver blew a light and hit us right on Susie's door. They airlifted her to the hospital, and it looks bad. I'm OK, just banged up pretty badly, but they are releasing me. Can you come down here? I don't want to be alone, and my family isn't around."

"We'll be there as soon as we can make it. Hang on." Rosemary hanged up the call and turned and buried her face in my shoulder. Instinctively I put an arm around her and held her tight. I had heard the conversation, so I didn't need to ask questions.

I saw Dad looking back at us in the mirror, so I told him what was going on. He just nodded and made a quick left turn at the next intersection and drove quickly. He turned to look into the middle seat and said, "Dad, you don't mind if I drop the kids off at the hospital before I take you home, do you?"

"By all means, no! Let's see what is going on there, first. I know Susie, and I want to see what's happening, too."

I'm not saying Dad sped, or anything, but we made excellent time to the hospital, and all of us hurried into the Emergency entrance. Of course, since we were not family they wouldn't let us in to see Steph, but promised to let her know we were there. A few minutes later, a nurse came back to where we were sitting and asked Rosemary and me to follow her. "She asked that you be allowed to come back to her room. This is unusual, but since her family is not available I will allow it. She is concerned about needing a ride home in just a few minutes." Grandpa pulled a business card from his wallet and handed it to me as we started to follow the nurse.

"Justin, she probably won't need this, but just in case, give it to her." I took the card and hurried off after the nurse.

When we got back to the cubical Steph where was being treated many tears were shed between the two girls. Steph kept saying it was her fault that Susie was hurt, but obviously it was not. A young security officer officer arrived shortly after we did, and had some paperwork that he wanted to finish. I didn't think Steph was in any condition to be talking with him at the moment, especially since she was talking about it being her fault. She was not talking legal fault, but I knew how such a thing could be twisted out of context by prosecutors and lawyers. Even though I had not given Grandpa's card to Steph yet I just interrupted the officer and extended the card to him. "Sir, I understand you need to finish up your report, but Stephanie is in no condition to do so at this time. Here is her attorney's card. He's in the waiting room if you would care to speak with him now."

"Wow. You ambulance chasers don't waste time, do you?"

"Sir, with all respect, I find that remark to be outside the bounds of professional conduct as well as quite offensive! My grandfather is not now, nor has he ever been an 'ambulance chaser' as you called him. Stephanie is our friend, and called us as we were returning from Scottsdale, asking us to come. Grandpa was with us, and offered his services as a friend, pro bono, because he knew how some of you can be. He is retired, but still a member in good standing of the bar, and he will be representing Steph, unless she chooses otherwise."

"I'm sorry. I misunderstood, and my comment was totally uncalled for. I apologize. I deal with lawyers all the time who hear accident reports on the scanner, and often reach the hospital before we do, trying to score clients. That does not excuse my conduct, though."

"I understand, and I assure you he would share your sentiments. I'm just a bit protective of his reputation I guess. No offense and your apology is accepted. Would you care to speak with him? I really don't think Steph is in any condition to deal with this at the moment."

"Thank you. I believe I will. At least I can get his contact info and things. It is a lot easier if I can complete things right away, but it usually doesn't happen." He noted Grandpa's name and info then said, "I'll just speak to him for a moment and then leave things in his hands." He handed Steph the security officer report she had to fill out, along with his report, and left.

"Thanks, Justin. That's why I wanted you to come back here. Besides not wanting to be alone, that is. I knew you would take care of me."

A young Dr. bustled into the room at that moment, looked at us warily, but Stephanie assured him it was OK to speak in front of us. "All right, young lady. We are going to let you go home now if you have anyone to care for you at home. Do you?"

Tears welled up in Steph's eyes. "My mom and her boyfriend went out of town for the weekend. I can't even reach them on her cellphone."

Rosemary spoke up quickly. "It's OK, Dr. Steph will be coming home with us. We'll care for her until her mother gets home at least."

"All right. I'm giving you some prescriptions for pain and to help you sleep. I want you to take them as prescribed. Please don't abuse them. They aren't for fun, but you will need the help to rest. Please follow up with your physician on Monday." He handed the scripts to her, and she promptly gave them to Rosemary.

"Please, Dr. I have to know how Susie is doing?"

"Susie?"

"Yes, the other girl who was hurt in the wreck. They airlifted her here, and I have to know how she is." Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "She and Rosemary are my best friends, and I don't know what I will do if she dies."

"She is in surgery right now. She's badly hurt, but I don't believe she is in danger of dying. I really can't say more than that at the moment, because I don't know any more."

"Thank you." He bustled back out of the room, obviously quite busy, and a nurse brought in some release forms for Steph to sign, along with a bag of her clothes, which were not wearable due to blood stains all over them. She also had a robe for Steph to wear.

"I'll have to ask you to leave, Sir, for just a moment so we can get Stephanie decent to go out. I know this isn't very pretty, hun, but it is all I have available, unless one of you brought her a change of clothes?"

Rosemary just shook her head, "Sorry, but we were just coming into town when Steph called. We just hurried over here, and I didn't even think about bringing her something to wear."

"Not a problem. Just return the robe in the next couple of days, and be sure they mark it down so you aren't billed for it. I hope you heal up quickly. You aren't badly hurt, and you are lucky. You could have been like a young lady we had airlifted in here earlier!"

"I know. Susie was with me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that!" Her face flamed with embarrassment. "She is going to be OK. But it was really touch and go for a little bit. I just saw her a minute ago when they brought her out of surgery."

"Oh! Can we see her?"

"I'm sorry, but that is not possible. She is in recovery now, and wouldn't know you are here. From there she will be going to ICU until at least Monday. Maybe then, but call first."

Stephanie was crestfallen, but nodded. "Thanks." I stepped into the hall, and waited just a moment until a CNA arrived with a wheelchair. We made our way to the waiting area, where our very concerned parents and grandparents sat talking quietly.

When Rosemary explained the situation to them Dad quickly jumped up and went out to get the SUV. He pulled up to the door and carefully helped Stephanie into the front seat while Mom got into the middle with Grandpa and Grandma and Rosemary and I crawled into the back. Grandpa leaned forward and talked with Steph for a few minutes, then said, "My offer to represent you stands. I'm retired, but I'm still a member of the bar. I don't want a cent from you, but I know you will be swarmed with 'ambulance chasers' before you have a chance to turn around. I'll bet there are messages on your answering machine at home now, and you'll be getting all kinds of mail advertising their services. Some of them are good, but some are jackleg lawyers who are merely scum in striped pants. I never practiced personal injury law, but I have had to deal with a number of them who will take on any case hoping to get a settlement rather than go to court, just so they get their cut of the money. I always thought that was distasteful. However, I also think drunk driving is distasteful, and I'll be happy to do all I can to help you deal with whoever it was that hit you."

"Thank you, sir. It is Susie I'm really worried about. Her parents just left on a cruise, and they won't be back for ten days. Can you do anything for her?"

"I planned to make her the same offer when I can. With her parents out of the country she is going to need help. She is eighteen isn't she?"

"Yes sir."

"Well that makes it a little easier all the way around. Her parents need to be notified, and possibly they can appoint me to represent them and her until she is able to make her own choices. I don't want someone to slip in there while she is not fully cogent and get her to sign something to represent her. It has happened before, more than once! Again, understand, I don't want a nickel out of this. You are my granddaughter's friends. That is all I want or need."

We dropped Grandpa and Grandma off at their house and made our way home. One thing I really love about Mom and Dad is the way they reach out to others who have needs, and are not the least bit selfish about what they have. There was never a question Stephanie would come to our house at least until her mom got home. Rosemary had known this; of course, when she said Steph would be cared for by us. Mom's only question was whether she would prefer a guest room, or if she would prefer to share Rosemary's king-size bed.

Dad backed the Denali into the garage, rather than drive it in, so that Steph's door would be by the door into the house, and she wouldn't have to walk around the car to get into the house. By now, soreness had really set in, and muscles were stiff. I took one arm, and Rosemary took the other, and we got her into the house. Mom had her sit down at the kitchen table and fixed her a cup of hot tea to go with a little snack she prepared. Steph's meds really needed to be taken with food, and she and Susie had not eaten dinner yet before the accident. I know she was famished, but it was obvious she was quite uncomfortable.

As soon as she had eaten a little, and drank the tea with her meds Rosemary started to help her to her room. It was immediately obvious, though that the stairs would be impossible for her tonight. She was just too sore and stiff to climb them. Mom suggested she possibly use the couch, but Rosemary suggested I carry her instead. Steph thought for a moment and then thanked Mom and said if I didn't mind, she thought she would be better in the bed.

I know that being carried up the stairs by me wasn't the most comfortable thing Steph ever experienced, but I think being held in my arms more than made up for it in her mind. She wrapped her arms around my neck and managed to press at least one of her breasts against me the whole time I carried her. It was immediately obvious to me her bra had been removed along with her clothes at the hospital. She is such a little thing carrying her up the stairs was no great hardship, and holding her like this was more than enough compensation. Rosemary gave me a knowing smile and a little bit of a wink when she knew no one else was watching.

I got to the top of the stairs, and started to set Stephie down, but Rosemary piped up and said, "Go ahead and carry her down to my room. Don't make her walk it." I didn't mind, especially when Steph slid around a little in my arms so she could get both boobs against me at once. Hospital robes are made to protect one's privacy, but only the bare minimum is done with them, and the way she shifted caused it to gap open so that I was looking down into her robe and saw her left nipple poking out from the end of her breast. Quickly, I averted my eyes, but the picture in my mind was going to stay there for quite a long time!

I think Rosemary has the perfect body, in my estimation, but that doesn't mean I don't like to look at others, too! I had certainly enjoyed seeing Stephie through the eyes of Mr. Koala, but that didn't compare to the real thing right there in my arms. I almost stumbled, but caught myself in time. Steph's arms tightened around my neck, pulling her breasts tightly against my chest again. I had allowed myself to be distracted and nearly fell.

I nearly lost it again when Stephie snuggled her face into my neck and gave me a little kiss. "Thank you, Justin. I know I can always count on you when I need you." Again, another hug, and the feeling of her breasts smashed against my chest. My cock had been growing somewhat from just holding her, but when I saw her nipple, and then the way she kept rubbing her boobs against me and I couldn't help it. The last thing she needed right now was to have me perving on her, I thought, but she had other ideas. In her mind this was the best time to get me paying attention to her, and she was doing all she could to get my attention. The problem is: she had it!

Rosemary, the little minx, hadn't missed a bit of what was going on, and I know it was tearing her up to see it, but she was determined to encourage things between Stephie and me. She had told me she hoped I would fall for either of the two friends, knowing they would want her to be part of our lives. I saw her look at the bulge in my shorts and smirk at me. She went ahead of us into her room to turn down the bed, and dallied a bit, leaving Steph in my arms just that little bit longer. Stephanie leaned back a bit to see what she was doing, and again her robe opened, exposing her whole left boob to my gaze. Yes, I looked, and Rosemary smirked at me again.

She got the duvet pulled back and opened up the sheets for me to lay Stephie down, when of course the robe was opened up before my gaze. Steph glanced down as I set her down and saw the way it was gaping open, but instead of being upset and freaking out, looked up at me as she slowly closed it. "Oops. That wasn't supposed to happen!" She smiled up at me. "I know my tits don't match up to Rosemary's, but I hope you liked it."

What was I supposed to say to that? It seemed to me I couldn't say the right thing no matter how I tried. I certainly wasn't going to compare hers to Rosemary's, but how to say I liked it without being offensive, and I certainly couldn't say I didn't see it. It was right in front of my face! My face was beet red with embarrassment, although she didn't seem all that fazed by it. Maybe the pain killers were working on her more than I thought. "Stephie, I didn't mean to look at it, but it is beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of there."

"Thank you, Justin." She reached up and pulled my head down and gave me a little peck on the lips. "Thank you, too for carrying me up the stairs." She giggled, and said, "I know you liked it. Your truth meter is showing." She and Rosemary both laughed at me as I beat a hasty retreat for my room.

I quickly turned on the monitor as soon as I got into my room and the door securely closed. I had an idea things would get interesting in a hurry, but I had no idea how interesting! Steph was sitting on the edge of the bed getting ready to put on a tee-shirt Rosemary tossed over to her. "I must be loopy from these meds. I can't believe I let Justin look at my tit and didn't even get upset or try to hide it! I really don't mind it with Justin, though. He's a really nice guy. Nothing like the jerk my mom is going out with! I really don't see what she likes about him. He's not like Justin at all! He keeps trying to peek in on me and tries to cop a feel whenever he thinks he can get away with it. If I had a place to go I'd leave home! You don't know how lucky you are to have your parents!"
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