Another Story About Cheeleaders and Gangbangs (With a Twist) - II

The sound of the car woke Michelle. She sat up in panic. "Oh my God, it's morning! What will your parents say!" Troy rubbed her shoulder and in a calming voice explained what had happened. "You mom doesn't mind?" "I don't know what is happening, but I do know ..." He took her hand and laid it on his hard cock. "Boys!", she laughed. Troy replied, "Well, we are home alone, so we might as well take advantage of it." "Typical male logic! Well, OK. I must have been having some dream, 'cause I'm soaking wet already. Go to it!"

Troy didn't need any further encoragement. He quickly climbed on top of Michelle. He pushed with his crotch and was excited to find that he slid right into her without having to use his hand. He tried to remember to pleasure her, but the feelings were so strong that he sometimes lost his concentration. He picked up the pace, and soon was once again filling her pussy with his orgasm. He kissed her and rolled off, sighing with delight. "I love you, Michelle!" Michelle frowned. "You know I can't go out with a sophomore." "Other seniors date sophomores." "Senior girls?" He had to admit that the only couples he knew were the other way. "Besides", she said, "the head cheerleader is almost obligated to date an athlete." "You mean you're going back to Jordan?" "No way, I probably just won't date anyone. Besides, we should be able to find plenty of time to play over summer. I'll have to watch you though. After training you to be a great lover, I don't want some girlfriend to take all your time and leave nothing to me." "There's an easy solution to that, you know. You could be my girlfriend." "Sorry, Troy. You've heard what I said. Don't give up, though. A two year age difference is nothing once you're out of high school." Well, it was better than nothing.

They got up and headed to the bathroom. He was glad she didn't object when he joined her in the shower. Washing her lucious body with his soapy hands was yet another terrific new experience. The feel of her soft hands washing him just about drove him wild. As they rinsed, he couldn't take it any more. He gently pushed her into the corner of the tub, and picked up her right leg, resting her foot on the rim of the tub. To his delight, she grabbed his shoulders and raised her left leg to the rim on the long side. He grabbed her waist to steady her, and she reached down, drawing him to her. Once again he felt the delight of his cock sliding into her warm wet tunnel. Another new experience - fucking standing up. It quickly became apparent that this position didn't allow for much other play, so he concentrated on pumping into her until for the third time he splashed his semen over her inner places.

Drying each other off was another great new feeling. They separated to dress, and in Michelle's case, to muss up the guest room bed. Troy pulled on a pair of shorts and decided to go shirtless. He headed down to the kitchen and began to make some breakfast - orange juice, milk, toaster waffles, and microwave sausage. Michelle joined him. She looked incredible in a halter top and shorts. "I brought some more conservative clothes in case your parents were home, but they aren't, so I'm giving you a treat!" Troy agreed wholeheartedly that looking at her was a treat. They ate breakfast, then Troy pointed out that they still had time before his parents would get home, ogling her lucious form as he said so. "You are a greedy one, aren't you!", Michelle said, laughing. "Aren't three fucks in less than a day enough?" Troy blushed and looked sheepish. "It's just that you feel so great, and I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to do this again." "Don't worry. You still have some learning to do, but you are an attentive student. Before I'm done you'll be the best lover in the school. Given the general quality of high school boys that may not be saying much, but believe me, you'll rank well by any scale. No way am I not going to take advantage of that! But now I really need to go." Troy didn't want her to leave, but he realized she had to. He saw her to the car, and waved as she drove away.

He was literally bouncing as he walked along. He decided to mow the lawn, and when finished, went on and completed all the household tasks that his parents were always bugging him about. When they got home, his dad was amazed, but his mom gave him a knowing look. As soon as she had a chance, she pulled him aside. "I should be furious with you, and I really shouldn't be holding information from your father", she said. Her face softened. "But somehow, when I saw you, I just felt so proud that my son had won such a beautiful and popular girl as Michelle, so I guess I just decided to be lenient. But no more! I don't ever want you doing something like this under our roof again, you understand?" "Yes, mom." He hated lying to his mom, who he loved dearly, but he knew in his heart that he would countinue to do "something like this" again and again, as often as Michelle would let him. With the thought of those pleasures in his mind, he just couldn't bring himself to feel guilty.

Part 3: An Unexpected Performance

Troy stepped through the door into the back yard. Chrissy was on the lawn swing under the tree. He decided to join her, keeping faith with his resolution to show his sister more attention. She smiled at him as he sat beside her. Together they slowly swung in the breeze, enjoying the lovely spring Saturday.

"Troy, can I ask you something?" "Of course you MAY." Chrissy giggled at his correction. "You know mom and dad's room is right next to mine. I often hear some strange sounds from there at night - thumping, moaning, and creaking springs, like they're bouncing on the bed." Troy grew very uncomfortable. Maybe agreeing to listening to Chrissy's question was a bad idea. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to ask you what they're doing. I know." "How do you know? You're just a kid!"

"Remember when I visited Aunt Marie and Uncle Jack on their farm? Our cousin Jennie and I saw a bull breeding some cows, some dogs breeding, and even snuck in and hid to watch when Uncle Jack bred a mare with his stallion. Jennie told me people do the same thing. I didn't believe her. She told me about the sounds she hears from her parents' bedroom, and they were the same thing I hear from ours, but I still wasn't sure. Then, when we took a bath she showed me the place on her body, and I had to agree that it looked a lot like the place on the cows. She showed me the same place on me. Later, after we helped Aunt Marie give Jennie's baby brother a bath, Aunt Marie asked us to watch him while she went to get some powder. Jennie showed me her brother's pee-pee, and while it was really little, I could see it was a lot like what we saw on the stallion and the dog, with those two little things hanging underneath, so I realized that she was telling the truth. Troy, Mom and Dad make those noises several times a week, so why don't we have all kinds of brothers and sisters?"

Troy was stunned at what little Chrissy knew. He was sure he didn't know that much when he was eight! He used to think that girls didn't think about those things as much as boys, but after his experiences with the cheerleaders and now listening to Chrissy he was amazed at what girls got into. He realized Chrissy was waiting for an answer. "People have ways to keep babies from happening. For married people, what they do can be a lot of fun. They want to keep doing it, but don't want to have a million kids, so they do the things to keep from having them."

"Jennie told me that only married people do that, too, but I don't believe her. We saw the same dog being bred by two different dogs, so they couldn't have been married. Besides, if they have the parts, why can't they use them? That time when Michelle stayed overnight I woke up after a dream - not a bad dream - but I wanted to go to Michelle anyway. When I got to the guest room, she wasn't there. The bed hadn't even been slept in. I saw a light under your door. When I walked up to the door, I could hear the same sounds from your room that I hear from Mom and Dad's room. I wonder what Mom and Dad would do if I told them?"

Troy was stunned! This is the little sister he decided to be nice to? "Mom already knows!", he blurted without thinking. A sly smile crossed Chrissy's face, and his heart sank. "So Dad doesn't know. I bet he'd kill you if I told him! Especially doing such things with your baby sister around!" Troy felt his eyes begin to fill. He was frustrated, upset, and angry, but had no idea how to react. "What do you think he'll do to Mom if he finds out she didn't tell him?", he choked out. He knew Dad would never physically hurt Mom, but he could freeze her out. How horrible for her if he stopped trusting her. Maybe they'd even break up. He shuddered at the thought. What a mess he'd created!

"Don't worry, I won't tell him as long as you do what I ask you." He knew he'd have to go along. What else could he do? "How many years will I have to be your slave?", he asked, dispiritedly. Now it was Chrissy's turn to look hurt. "I'd never do that to you! I love you! I just wanted you to do one thing for me. I want you to show me what you did with Michelle."

Troy was truly shocked! "I can't, you're my sister!", he cried. Chrissy laughed. "No, you silly, I'm too little! I just want you to show me with Michelle." Troy's stomach churned. An excuse to have sex with Michelle again was fine, but to do it while Chrissy watched! He would have loved such a chance when he was her age, but that would really cross the line on corrupting his baby sister! "She might not want to have someone watch." "Well, then, ask another girl." Now it was Troy's turn to laugh. If only it were that easy! "Look, believe it or not, girls don't have sex with me just cause I ask them. Frankly, I still can't believe that Michelle does. I keep expecting to wake up. Anyway, you have to give me some time. I have to ask her, and if she says 'no' it could be a long time before I can set something else up, if ever."

"Well, OK, I'll give you two weeks. Otherwise, it might not be as hard as you think. I have some friends who think you are really cute." "I'm not going to have sex with an eight year old!" "Not all my friends are eight." He knew she had friends as old as twelve, but the thought still made him queasy. "OK, I'll see what I can do."