Potluc

Legal: Don't be concerned and don't be afraid, the cast is over 18 and most will get laid.

This is my first attempt at writing so take it easy on the new guy. I would, however, really like your feedback.

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The bell rang and I was gone. My last high school class was over. I ran out and jumped into my Triumph Spitfire and raced home. I was feeling great.

I got home about 4 and there was my sister's car in front of the house. I went in to greet her and talk to her she liked her first year at Texas A&M. I hadn't seen her for months.

When I came in the door she looked at me and yelled, "Mom! Get pimple face out of here. Mom, my potluck is coming over tonight and I don't want my stupid brother bothering us."

"I'll leave you guys alone," I said as I headed upstairs to my room. Her attitude had not changed and I still didn't know what I did to piss her off.

Mom followed me up the steps and then into my room. "Tom, Effy needs her space tonight. She hasn't seen her old high school potluck group for a year. Please give her some space."

"Okay, mom, I'll just play around on the computer and watch a little 'Moonlighting' on YouTube... Mom? Why does she hate me so much? She used to be so great.

"Oh, she's just nervous about tonight. She may not have noticed, but you haven't had a pimple in years and she probable didn't even notice that you've been working out. You two used to be so close."

My mind was elsewhere as I read the headlines on Drudge. I remembered when we were in grade school, Darrel Potter, the local tough kid, was picking on her... pushing her down and was stomping on notebook and scattering her papers. I had always steered away from Darrel. He lived over by the cemetery in a poor neighborhood. Tough family, tough kid, but something kicked in me. I was several houses away when I saw them. My blood was boiling.

I ran as fast as I could and hit him like a linebacker hitting a hated quarterback. I flattened him onto his back. I sat on his chest with my hands squeezing his throat. "Don't ever mess with my sister!" I threatened to smash his head on the sidewalk. His eyes bugged out and he said, "Okay, okay, I was just kidding." He got on his bike and went away looking back to see if I was following him.

The doorbell rang. The girls were arriving each one with a food dish. They were squealing and laughing. Eff has a great bunch of old friends. Then I heard Cindy's sweet voice. She was my sister's age, 19, a year older than me. I never had the guts to ask her out. Effy would kill me if I dated her best friend.

I watched an old episode of 'Moonlighting', the one where they did a takeoff on "Taming of the Shrew." There was just something about David and Mattie like Shawn and Juliet. After a bit I decided to take a bath and unwind.

I was lying back in the tub enjoying my thoughts about the old TV show I just watched and how modern music mixed with classic lines and two people working so close together who ... There was a light knock at the door. The door was locked.

"Tom, Tom, is that you in there? This is Cindy. I just wanted to let you know that Effy is letting me stay here tonight. Nancy and I saw you the other day. We were at the gas station when you drove by in your car. We just wanted to say hi."

"CINDY!" It was my sister raising her voice at Cindy. "Don't even bother peeking at him. He has a tiny dick. Don't bother with that small dick loser." My heart sank.

"Gotta go, Tom. Hopefully I'll see you later. Nancy says hello, too." Cindy said as her voice trailed off as she went back downstairs following Effy.

I may not have much to show in the shower, but when it is up, it's a thick 7 inches, average, maybe a little better. It hurt as much that my sister thought it was small as it did that she told Cindy that.

My sis and Cindy have been best friends for a long time. We call my sister Effy, Eff for short, because she looks like Effy Stonum from Skins, the British TV series. Yeah, she really is hot... Beautiful.

Cindy is a different story. She always dresses in frumpy clothes, wears awful shoes, drives a crap car and wears cats-eye shaped glasses right out of the 1950's.

It isn't her fault. Her parents are very strict. They don't let her out of the house except to see Effy or go to church or school. When ya look closely at Cindy, you see her beautiful blond hair in an old-fashioned hairdo, then her flawless porcelain skin and if you look closely through those thick glasses, you see beautiful light blue eyes. To me she is Grace Kelly in disguise. Who cares, she is probably the nicest person I ever met.

I doubt she's ever had a boyfriend and probably never been kissed.

Effy, on the other hand is no virgin. My bedroom and hers have a common wall. One day I heard her idiot of a boyfriend, Steve, with her in her room. Effy was talking loudly, "Steve, okay, take it easy," Then, "Oww, Shit! Jesus, stop. You just plowed in there! Damn, get out. Out!!." Steve was gone. That's about the time she started hating me.

The potluck was over. The dishes stopped rattling. The other girls were gone. Eff and Cindy had come upstairs to Effy's room. I heard a little of what Cindy was saying. "Eff, can you lay off Tom a little, I really like him. Nancy wants to jump him she told me. She wanted to sneak into his room upstairs. I think she's in heat." Then I heard Cindy laughing at what she was saying. I didn't hear anything out of Effy.

I watched an early episode of "Deadwood" then went to bed. The first year of 'Deadwood" was gold. Keith Carradine as Wild Bill Hickock was perfect. All of Deadwood was good, but that first year was fantastic.

I don't know what time it was, but in the middle of the night I got up to drain the main vein. I walked down the hall into the bathroom half asleep. I didn't see Cindy sitting on the can until I was almost right in front of her digging my dick out of my grundys. (Readers... Grundys is the term I often use for underwear. I dated this girl who lived in Grundy City, Iowa...State champion tennis player. Her dad worked at the Fruit of the Loom factory in Grundy Center. Grundys. It just sounds right. Sorry about that... I interrupted my story right as it was getting interesting.)

"Oh, Cindy... Sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were in here." I had to let her know that it was an accident... That I wasn't perving on her. I turned to leave.

Cindy softly grabbed my hand, "Wait ... hold on, Tom," she said. "It's dark in here and I'm just peeing and I wanted to talk to you anyway." It was too dark to see much, but I could hear her peeing and I kinda saw her wipe, pull up her PJ's and stand up.

She wrapped her arms around me. "Do you like me, Tom? I mean, I don't expect you to, but do you?"

I spoke plainly and slowly, "Like you? If you only knew. Cindy, you are my dream girl. I mean that literally. I dream about you and have for a long time. I look at you and think you'd never go out with me. I think about you when... You know, when ..."

"That's funny," she said looking down with a smirk. "I think about you then, too."

"Yeah, but Effy." It hit me... I gotta pee. I could get embarrassed if I peed myself now. Cindy, Cindy...ya know I came in here for a reason... I gotta go."

Cindy flipped on the light. Then, looking down shyly, she turned her head, smiled and said, "Well, Tom, you just saw me peeing. Right?"

Actually, I didn't see much but... "You wanna watch me pee?" Goody Two Shoes turned on by pee.

I stood at the John, pulled down my grundys and peed for her. I normally don't pull them down, but this was for her. Her eyes were glued to my dick. That had to be a first for her. She let out a long almost silent whisper, "Yeahhhhhhhhh."

She was excited. She jumped up bouncing on her toes and grabbed me and hugged me. I cupped her face, licked my lips then put my lips to hers and softly kissed her. Then I went in for another kiss and stopped just short of her lips and I gently licked her lower lip. Then, her upper lip. This time our mouths found each other for a more passionate, more meaningful kiss. She sighed then just beamed.

She started backing away apologetically. "Tom, I'm not pretty enough for a guy like you. No boys even look at me."

"Look in that mirror. See that blond? That girl is a beautiful girl... you, Cindy. Depending on how Effy takes it, how about it, wanna try you and me? Will you go out with me?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. You are my Grace Kelly."

Then we heard my dad cough from his bedroom.

"We better get back to bed."

We walked hand in hand to our doors.

I slept like never before. It was noon when I got up. Nobody home but me. I ate then went down to the tennis courts to see if I could pick up a game. No luck there so I went to the park and picked up a three on three game of hoops. I drove all over and grabbed a bite at The Cheesecake Factory off Northwest Highway.

Then I drove down I-30 to Arlington and went in to the vacant parking lot at the ballpark. I imagined a gymkhana course in the lot and raced around a few laps. Great fun in a Spitfire. It may be slow as Hell in a 0-60, but in the twisties, it has few rivals. Maybe Mini Cooper S, the old style, most any Lotus and Mclarens, but dad's XKE (excuse me, dad said it was never called XKE at the factory. It was a e-type.) Muscle cars, Jags and vettes just can't handle the tight turns like these light cars.

Okay, so why do I mention the cars? Here's the deal: My mom and dad are the best. They went half and half with Eff and me on our first cars. Dad is a sports car nut and Eff and I follow in his footsteps. We grew up going to car shows, NASCAR, SVAR vintage car racing, dirt track racing, drag racing... actually anything involving cars. Mom has the bug, too, and even took a few laps around TMS at 160 mph in a NASCAR car driven by a pro driver. Dad even gave mom a free pass if she was ever to end up in the sack with Jimmie Johnson... Don't hold your breath.

Mom found a 1964 British Racing Green Triumph Spitfire when I turned 16, two years ago last week. I love it. My sister got a bright red 1967 Triumph GT6, basically a Spitfire fastback with a six instead of my four banger. This is Texas. She had no air conditioning and I had a convertible.

We live in Dallas on a golf course in a fairly decent house with three garage stalls. Around here, the third garage doors are for golf carts. Dad's BRG 1967 Jaguar e-type is under wraps in that last garage. We don't play golf.

It was dark by the time I got home. After a soothing shower I hit the rack. Around 3AM I got up to pee. I walked down the hall. The light was on and the door was part way open. I stuck my head in and saw Cindy in her old PJ's sitting on the edge of the tub waiting for me.

She gleamed as she said, "I thought you might be back around now. We gotta talk."

"I gotta pee. I can't hold it."

"I can hold it for you. Can I hold it? Talk can wait. Although what I'm gonna tell you is really fun, too." Cindy was all excited about what she had to tell me and about holding my dick.

Cindy, it is all yours. You have my permission to do anything with it... Anything you want. Sure, you can hold it... One thing, though... It is usually bigger... You know, when I'm ... Arrou... You know... hard."

"I'm not stupid, Tom, I've seen erections. Eff showed me some porn. And after last night, I'm not that innocent... Anymore."

"What?"

"Take it out, Tom. I'll aim it. Is this too naughty? ... Am I being too gross?"

"Cindy, let's make a deal. We will try everything and anything. Nothing will be too gross...okay? Anything you want to see, do, touch... anything you want, if you really want it is yours."

I took it out. It was already at half-mast which allowed me to relax a little. She held it with three fingers. I began peeing. At first, she hit the middle of the bowl, but then she began some sort of target practice game. She was loving it all smiles and giggles. She shook it off and tucked it back into my grundys.

We began kissing again. I ran my fingers through her silky hair while my other hand was placed on her stomach letting her know my intention of going higher. She broke out into a huge smile, took my hand and placed it on her tit. I was pleasantly surprised by how large and conical here tits were. She let out a cute little moan as I palmed her boob circling her nipple. I stuck my other hand under her pajama top and lightly pinched her nipple. She let out an airy "Ohhhh."

"Wait," she stopped and said. "We have to talk."

A blizzard of thoughts blew through my head. This can't be good. What? Am I going to get sued now? Wait?

"Tom, your sister is involved in this."

"Oh, God, now what?"

"No, Tom. It is good. I think you will love it." Cindy pulled me close and said, "Your sister loves you."

"What? That doesn't make sense. She hates me."

She began explaining. "Last night you and I kissed and stuff and you told me you... you know you ... when you think of me and that's what I was doing thinking of you. The problem was that I was moaning your name and Effy heard me. I thought she was asleep. Effy began crying. I told her about our meeting in the bathroom and that I was so turned on I had to do something about it. I begged her to forget it and forgive me."

Effy started laughing through her tears and said she thinks of you, too, when she... She calls it Jilling off. Then she corrected herself and said sometimes she thinks of me when she does it and I had to admit the same right back to her."

"Effy has always loved you. She told me that when Steve popped her cherry that she could only think of you. She did it with Steve when she knew you'd hear. It was her way of involving you. Steve hurt her... just plowed in and started. She threw him out for good."

"She's been trying to reconcile her love and lust for you with the fact that you are her brother. She was legally barred. She wanted to drive you away so she could forget about you. She thought a year at A&M and she would forget all about you and move on. It didn't work. We talked and decided we both wanted you. Then we did something I never thought I'd ever do."

We were both under our covers looking at each other as we touched ourselves. Effy turned on the light between her two twin beds. She told me she snuck peeks at you in the bathroom and saw you naked. She says your... your dick is perfect. She even hoped she'd get caught peeking so she could stop being so horrible to you."

"Anyway, we both pulled our blankets to the side so we could watch each other masturbate. We pulled down our panties and showed our pussys ... we showed 'em to each other then we began masturbating in earnest. We both climaxed at the same time and kept looking at each other's pussys."

"This morning we took a shower together. We kissed. Real kissing like you and me. She felt my boobs and I felt hers. We fingered each other, too. Then we shaved each other. Bet ya never saw that coming, did ya? What she doesn't know is if you'll ever forgive her and if you could try to love her, too."

I had no idea how to answer her. I went back to bed with my head swimming. I also had a raging hard on. It turned me on that Effy peeked at me and that she actually did like my dick, but I was just getting used to the idea of Cindy being my girlfriend. Sleep came and so did a flood of sexual dreams involving both of them.

I was in a deep sleep when I felt something on my shoulder. Lips. Did Cindy just kiss me in my sleep?

"Hi, bro." It was Effy. I was a little scared at first then she sat on the bed. She was sniffling. She had been crying. She just leaned over, put her head on my chest and sobbed.

"I've treated you so horribly. I love you, Tom, but you are my brother and I couldn't deal with it. Please forgive me. Effy's eyes welled up and said, "Cindy and I have done a lot of talking the last couple days. Time to admit it, I... we love you. You are my brother, but I love you like a lover, like a boyfriend, like a husband. That's what I was afraid of and that's why I pushed you away. Please don't hate me."

"Eff, you were forgiven before I fell asleep. So, Cindy told you that she spilled your secret about me?"

"Yeah, she was upset with herself for telling you, but actually, I was relieved. Cindy just laid it all out to you. Are you okay with it?"

"I have no idea how this is going to work. What do we do?"

"As for this, right now, consider this first stop on my apology tour. I will do anything you want any time you want, any way you want if you'd forgive me."

I sat up. A smile broke through her tears. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Fun... I felt like having some fun with Eff like the old times, but this time with some taboo stuff. "Okay, anything?"

"Yeah, bro, anything."

"Show me your tits."

She put on this fun little devil face and said, "How about I show you everything?"

She stood up and dropped her robe. She was naked. She reached over and turned on the light by the bed.

"See anything, ya like?" Her tears dried and she was all smiles.

Oh, my, what a body. Her tits were probably B's, but they were perfect. She had a flat stomach and a completely shaved pussy. "Oh, Eff, oh, my God, you are beautiful."

She gave me the shush signal and whispered, "We gotta break this up before we wake up mom and dad. This will continue tomorrow after they leave. For right now, please, please show me that dick."

I pulled down my boxers. My stiff cock was flat against my stomach almost too hard. She wrapped her hand around it, bent down licked around the mushroom head and kissed it.

"Tomorrow, Tom, the three of us. Sleep well, babe, you'll need it. Cindy and I flipped a coin and she gets you first."

Precum was oozing out of my dick in a flow. She leaned down and licked it off. "I'll take that as a yes."

She put her robe back on and left. I was in La La Land. I had hit the lottery ... twice in one evening.

The sun coming through my window woke me. Bacon... Someone making breakfast. I heard the girls laughing and giggling down in the kitchen. I threw on my robe and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Both girls were wearing robes and had obviously just showered as both had wet hair.

"Come on, babe, sit down and have some pancakes," my sister said as she threw one arm around my neck and kissed me."

"Hey, I need one, too," Cindy teasingly said as she, too, kissed me.

Eff warmed the syrup and put a stack of perfect pancakes in front of me. I saw a bottle of Sprite by the pancake mix and knew that's how I like them... Made with part water and part 7up or Sprite. Cindy poured the orange juice.

They stood side by side watching me eat nudging each other. They turned toward each other and kissed. Then each of them grabbed a handful of ass of the other. It was a private show just for me.

"Babe, you finish eating then go up and shave and shower and meet us in your room in an hour. Come naked."

An hour later I approached my bedroom door. It was closed. I knocked. With a prank witchy voice one of them said, "Beware, if our man enters this room, he is going to get fucked."

Chuckling, I went in. Cindy and Effy were naked standing on the other side of my bed. Cindy's silky blond pubes in the shape of a heart proved she was a legitimate blond. Two naked girls in my bedroom waiting for me.

The bed was made and there was a red towel in the middle. I knew what that was for... Cherry... Cindy's cherry will be broken and there may be some blood.

Effy began, "You know Cindy is a virgin. She won't be in a little bit. Be gentle and understanding ... okay, bro? ...bro, soon to be lover, bro. This is so personal I wanted to leave you two alone while you did this, but Cindy wants me to stay. Is that okay with you that I'm here with you two?"

"No problem, but I've only done it once and she wasn't a virgin. I'm kinda nervous, too."