VICE IS NICE, BUT...
Ronni Thomas and her brother, Al, Jr., live on Pleasant Street, a few doors down from my house, on the corner. They're typical American teen-agers, from a typical American family. They're both good-looking and filled with the awakening sexuality of youth, and both of them are probably experimenting with the pleasure sex can give.
I talked to their father a while back and he told me he and his wife would be going away for a couple of weeks, to some sort of convention. That means the two kids are on their own. They've been home alone before, their parents trust them, and the kids have never done anything to not warrant that trust.
I'm not suggesting that anything untoward is going on, but I haven't seen much of the kids for a couple of days, now. Usually they're in and out all the time, along with all of their friends. I think Ronni has a steady guy, and I haven't seen him around, either. I'm not sure what's going on, but I have an idea...
HEY, SIS, COULD I...?
Ronni Thomas slammed the front door behind her. Her body was quivering with a combination of anger and need as she ran up the stairs to her room and threw herself on her bed.
"Damn him! Damn him!" she thought. Her boyfriend, Ken, had just dropped her off after a date. Although he was extremely handsome, Ken came from a very religious family and kept telling Ronni he was "saving himself" for marriage.
Ronni managed to get him to neck once or twice but, other than a few furtive grabs at her breasts, he resisted her fervid entreaties to go farther. Even when he had made those furtive passes, he'd complained about feeling guilty afterward.
Ronni wasn't a virgin and hadn't been for several years. She had a healthy sexual appetite and all the kissing and groping with Ken just served to whet it. Occasionally, after a night like this, she would be so turned on she'd masturbate herself to orgasm, but it wasn't the same as making it with a man.
Her situation was all the more frustrating because she loved Ken and really wanted to marry him, but if he kept this up, she wasn't sure what she'd do. Ken had a lot of nice qualities, but this thing he had about premarital sex could wind up breaking them up.
"Damn him!" Ronni snorted. She punched her pillow, then got up, stripped off her clothes and went to her closet to get a nightgown. Before getting dressed for bed she examined herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.
"Not bad!" she thought as she gazed at the image in the mirror. Her breasts were medium size and beautifully shaped, the nipples - when she was aroused - were large and protuberant. Her waist was trim, her belly flat, and her hips curved nicely down to well-shaped legs. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the arch of her back and her firm, nicely formed buttocks. She knew men looked at her with lust in their eyes when she wore tight jeans. She had fine, long, straight brown hair that fell almost to her waist and an extremely pert face. Her looks were the equal of her fine body. "Kenny doesn't know what he's missing," she thought.
Ronni slipped the shortie nightgown over her head. A pair of French bikini pants went with it, but she left them off. She preferred to sleep in the nude, but her folks insisted on some nightwear. She looked at herself one more time, walked over, slid into her bed, and lay there, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Ronni wasn't alone in the house. Her younger brother, Al, Jr., was in his room, his mood not much better than his sister's. He had made a date with Sonya Pringle - who was supposed to be the hottest item in school - for that night, but she'd gotten sick! He had been having fantasies all week about the great time he's have with Sonya, now he had nothing to look forward to.
Thinking about what he and Sonya would be doing had young Al pretty horny. He hadn't gotten laid in a while, and now it didn't look like he'd be getting laid any time soon. He was horny!
Their parents were attending a convention in Atlantic City and would be for gone two weeks. "Jesus!" Al thought, "I coulda brought Sonya back here and we coulda really had a fantastic time. Her tits are so huge, and that ass of hers..." He was lost in reverie for a few minutes, thinking about the voluptuous body of his almost-date. His fervid daydreams raised his level of randiness even more.
The sound of his sister coming in brought Al back to reality. "Jeez, Ronni's home early," the boy thought. Since Sonya wasn't available, he thought he might as well do something else. Maybe, if he went downtown, he could pick somebody up at the mall and the night wouldn't be a total loss. He took off his clothes, got in the shower, and started to get ready.
After his shower, he went to dry his hair and discovered he had a problem. "Damn, my blow dryer's broke," he muttered, flipping the switch to no effect. "I can't go out with my hair wet like this." He stared at the offending appliance and considered throwing it out the window, but thought better of that. It looked like nothing he tried tonight was going to work. First Sonya, then the goddamn blow dryer. "Hey! Maybe Ronni will let me use hers," he thought.
He walked down the hall to his sister's bedroom and rapped on the door of Ronni's bedroom.
"What?" Ronni called.
Al stuck his head in. "Hey, sis, my blow dryer's broke, could I...?" he said. He stopped when he realized his sister was crying. "What's the matter?"
"Oh...nothing," Ronni sniffled.
"Come on," Al said as he walked over to her bed. "This is your brother. You can tell me." He sat on the bed next to his sister, noticing the filmy nightgown she wore. It did little to conceal her lovely breasts. "Wow!" he thought, "Sis has quite a pair of knockers!" A congested sensation began in his groin and his body began to fill with heat. "Hey," he told himself, "Whoa there! This is your sister! Jesus, you better get down to the mall and find someone who can help you get rid of some of this horniness! Damn, when you're so horny your sister starts looking good..."
Ronni smelled nice, too; a soft, flowery aroma that he knew didn't come from cheap perfume.
Al felt very warm and parts of him that shouldn't be doing things were. He knew he ought to get out of there, but he didn't really want to. First of all, Ronni was upset, and...
"Come on, Sis," he said, "tell old Al what's going on."
"Old Al, huh," Ronnie said. She sister looked up at him and gave him a tentative smile. "You're two years younger than I am."
"So, I'm still the oldest brother you got," Al said. He patted her on the shoulder and noticed that her skin was soft and warm.
"It's...it's Ken," Ronni sniffled.
"Is he bothering you?" Al said, growing angry. "He trying to do stuff you don't want him to? He is, I can take care of that." Al was very athletic. He was a star defensive player on the football team, and had been state champion in his weight class in wrestling three years in a row. In addition, he was quite skilled in several of the martial arts.
Ronni shook her head. "No...no," she said. "It...it's just the opposite. He's such a damn prude!"
