Chapter 25

Wendy Chalmers submitted to her anonymous lover. She gave in completely to the anonymous lover who was sending her to sexual ecstasy. She was on sensory overload, as she felt, smelled, and tasted sex all around her. The pressure built up inside of her, and could no longer be contained.

The stranger tunneled deep inside of her, his hands on her hips. Wendy felt a shockwave of tension build up in her clitoris, and radiate throughout her entire body. Screaming, her orgasm took control of her body, flooding every nerve from her head to her toes.

Also flooding her was the product of her assailant's own orgasm. As her body released her sexual tension, it was filled with his semen. He let out a primal grunt of his own, gripping Wendy's body even tighter.

The two collapsed on top of Kristy, with Wendy sandwiched in between. Wendy lay with her head on Kristy's stomach, her nervous system still trying to process what had just occurred. The stranger fell over Kristy's left leg, his face coming face to face with Kristy.

"Shane!"

The numbness Wendy was feeling in her body suddenly disappeared. Leaping up, she scurried over to the light switch. After a moment of letting her eyes adjust to the light, she saw Shane Bullock, naked, lying next to Kristy Simmons, whose dress was still over her waist exposing her pubic hair.

Chapter 26

She heard a knock on the door, but didn't want to move.

"Wendy! I am going to the airport to pick up your Dad. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Okay, Mom."

Wendy lay in bed, annoyed that her mother interrupted her flashback. It had been nearly three weeks since her threesome with Kristy and Shane. Since that night, it dominated her thoughts. The raw sexual power of Shane, as he fucked her while his girlfriend watched from below emboldened Wendy. It made her feel like a sexual goddess, as if she could have anything she wanted.

Lately, something else was bothering Wendy. Her menstrual cycle was usually as reliable as the sun rising and setting. But, as she woke up on this Wednesday morning, her period was four days past due.

She sat up in bed, and grabbed her purse from the nightstand. Rummaging through various lipsticks, eyeliners, and two pairs of sunglasses, she finally found the home pregnancy test she bought at the drugstore.

Summoning all the courage she had, she walked across her bedroom, into the attached bathroom.

Chapter 27

"Dana!"

Greg Simmons knocked on the door of Dana Nelson's apartment.

"Dana, please, can we talk?"

Greg heard silence.

"Dana, I know you're home. I heard the radio in your bedroom."

Greg was becoming exasperated. Dana hadn't talked to him in almost a week, as they had been fighting since their trip home from Chicago.

"Please, Greg, just go away!"

"No," Greg said, almost to the point of yelling. "I will not just go away. Dana, I care about you too much to just go away."

"If you care about me so much, who did you fuck that other girl?"

"Dana, I didn't fuck anyone else!"

Greg said this in a loud voice, and doors opened up and down the hallway, heads popping out, giving him dirty looks. Greg mouthed "I'm sorry" to the other tenants.

"Sure, Greg. Tell me that story again about how your sister put it there, but doesn't remember putting it there."

They had been over this a hundred times, and no one could make a breakthrough in the argument.

Chapter 28

Greg walked back to the apartment next door and went straight to his bedroom. He climbed onto his bed, and replayed the story in his mind as he stared at the ceiling.

After arriving at the Travelodge in Chicago, he walked up to room, and an awaiting Dana. He knocked on the door.

Dana looked through the peephole, and threw the door open.

"Greg!" She hugged him through her tears. "I am so happy to see you! I have been so scared."

"Its okay, Dana. I'm here and you're safe. That is all that is important. Where di your father hit you?"

"Here," she said pointing to her cheek. "But it doesn't hurt. It is fine. Anyway, I don't want to think about that every again."

Dana bounced up on her tiptoes and softly kissed Greg on the lips. Greg wrapped his arms around Dana, held her tight, and softly returned her kiss. Their tongues waltzed in the warmth of each other's mouths. Greg pulled away from Dana, and guided her inside the room, closing the door behind him.

His arm around her waist, they walked over to the king-sized bed, and sat on the edge. Dana took off her glasses, her green eyes were surrounded by redness from crying. Tears started to flow down her cheeks again as she rested her head on Greg's shoulder.

"You make me feel so safe. I want to be next to you forever."

"Dana, I'll be there for you, no matter what."

Dana got up and turned off the lights in the room. Only a dim light coming from the bathroom provided a soft glow to the room. After stepping out of her flip-flops, Dana stood before the seated Greg, and pulled her shirt over her head. After dropping her shirt to the floor, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, wiggling as they worked down her legs.

"Well, Greg. Aren't you going to get comfortable?"

Greg quickly took off his shirt and his shorts. Dana stepped out of her jeans, and lunged on top of Greg, his back falling on the mattress. They resumed their deep kissing, Dana ran her fingers through Greg's short brown hair.

Sitting up on Greg's midsection, Dana pulled down the straps of her bra and uncovered her small, sagging breasts. She guided Greg's hands up to her nipples, and he felt the soft flesh squirm beneath her fingers.

Dana threw her head back, her long black hair flowing behind her back. She closed her eyes, and let out a lustful groan, holding Greg's hands close to her chest.

Greg looked at Dana's body. He saw her white, plump stomach rising out of her blue and green striped panties. Being alone in a strange city, having just rescued her, he had a feeling where this was heading. Dana slowly jostling her hips over his boxer-clad crotch, he suspected that Dana would offer him his virginity during the night.

Spent from his earlier mischief with his sister Kristy, and a six hour drive, Greg realized that his penis was not responding to the stimulus of a nearly naked eighteen year old on his lap. Closing his eyes, he tried to will himself into an erection. Every girlie magazine photo, every pornographic movie that he had ever seen flashed before his eyes, to no avail. Sneaking into his mind was a flashback of Kristy standing naked in their bedroom doorway. Confused, Greg felt guilty that he was fantasizing about his sister while he was with a girl who had placed all of his trust in him.

As Dana continued bucking her hips, she became aware that Greg wasn't responding.

"Greg, are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, baby," Greg lied.

"It just seems line you're not, um, you know."

"Not what? You feel so good."

"But you're not, uh, getting, um hard," Dana stammered.

Dana laid down next to Greg on the bed.

"Don't I turn you on, Greg?"

Frustration started to set in for Greg. He wanted to give Dana what she wanted, but his body wouldn't cooperate. Feeling emasculated, he searched for an excuse.

"It's not that Dana. It's not you at all."

"Sure it's me, Greg. I tried to act all sexy for you, and I just couldn't turn you on."

Greg saw the tears starting to build up in Dana's eyes.

"Dana, I can't believe I am going to tell you this, but there is a reason why this is happening."

"Why is that?"

Saying that he twice had sex with Kristy entered his thoughts. He had to suppress that notion before it accidentally slipped out. A more appealing lie came to the forefront.

"Well, first of all, I am exhausted from all the stress and driving today."

"Too exhausted for sex? I didn't think that could happen," Dana said sarcastically.

"It does, especially considering what else I did."

"And what was that? Had sex with another girl?"

"No, Dana. You're the only girl for me."

Greg was appalled at how easy it was to lie to this sweet, innocent girl.

"Then, what is it?"

Looking Dana in the eyes, Greg said, "This morning, I didn't know that we were going to see each other today, or even this week. I was alone and horny in bed. So, I took care of it."

"You took care of it?" Dana sounded confused.

"I masturbated."

"Oh, and that's still affecting you?"

"Wait, there's more. After you called and I thought you would be on the train home, I got excited, and I did it again."

"Twice?"

"Yes. And you know who know who was in my thoughts both times?"

"Lisa Wilson?"

"No. You were, sweetheart."

Greg pulled Dana close and kissed her. He then whispered in her ear.

"You're the only one I want, and I promise I will make up for this. We have all summer."

Chapter 29

Dana woke up the next morning as the sunlight streamed through the seam between the drapes of the hotel room. She looked at the clock, seeing it read 9:17 AM. Greg had talked her into going to sleep after their sexual misfire, reasoning that they were physically and emotionally drained. Although she was frustrated, she felt safe and secure sleeping in Greg's arms.

He was right, as she felt refreshed, having slept like a log. Still in her underwear, she crawled out of bed, and scurried over to her clothes on the floor. She didn't want Greg to see her obnoxiously white, fleshy skin in the bright light. Greg woke up, seeing a shirt cascading down Dana's bare back.

"Oh goody! You're awake!"

Dana jumped on the bed next to Greg. Not minding each other's morning breath, the couple started kissing again. Dana's hair lightly fell on Greg's chest. A friskiness filling his being, Greg pulled down the sheets, and pulled close to him. Dana's bare leg pressed against his boxers, and he could feel her skin through the fly, touching his bare penis. Both of them felt Greg's growing erection.

Dana grinned widely, enjoying the sexual dominion that she was exerting over Greg. She felt womanly. She reached down and pulled off Greg's boxer shorts, and threw them to the floor. For the first time, she saw a naked man. Now, she could explore the male specimen next to her.

She manipulated Greg's balls and penis. She felt his dick become stiffer while in the palm of her hand. The whole room was stirring with sexual energy. Greg moaned.

"Oh, Dana. That feels so good. Please don't stop."

Dana tickled the bottom of Greg's penis, tracing the veins with her fingertips. Her hand then wrapped around the shaft, and she lightly rubbed up and down, her thumb and forefinger stroking over the lip between the stem and the head.

"Greg, sweetie, I want you."

Dana yanked her panties down her legs, and left them on the mattress next to Greg's knees. She laid on top of Greg, resting her slit against his dick. Raising and lowering her hips, her wetness allowed her vagina to glide up and down the pole beneath her.

Greg's hips matched Dana's rhythm. He saw Dana taking deep breaths, her face starting to clench as she reached the top of his penis, and then relax as she slid down, over and over.

Suddenly, Dana's humping stopped. She hovered at the top of Greg's prick and looked into his brown eyes.

"Please, Greg. I want you to make love to me."

The head of his penis started to slip into her hungry vagina. Greg moved his body down, away from her genitals.

"Greg, what's wrong?"

"Dana, I want you more than anything right now. But, what about protection? Are you on the pill?"

"Um, no, I am not."

Dana felt deflated.

"Honey, as much as I want to, I don't think we can risk it, unless you're on the pill."

Resigned to the fact that Greg was right, Dana climbed off Greg's body for the second time.

"No, I am not," she said as she put her head on his belly, looking at his erect penis. Dana started to pet his dick.

"Can I still play with this?"

"Of course you can," Greg said, smiling.

Dana massaged his penis. Squeezing the shaft she moved the skin propelling over the hard blood vessels below. Dana started to lightly blow on the head. The coolness on his burning skin brought Greg to his peak. His body strained in orgasm.

Expecting to see a geyser of fluid, Dana was surprised to see only a few drops trickle out and seep down onto her hand.

Greg exhaled, and opened his eyes.

"That was great, Dana."

She smiled at him.

"I'm glad you liked it."

She snuggled up to Greg and kissed him on the cheek.

"Are you getting hungry?"

"Sex and bacon. Is that all that guys think about?"

"Pretty much."

"Can't we just lie here for awhile?"

"Sure, but we have to check out and hit the road soon. And neither one of us has showered."

"Oh, wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

"Yep, that's me. Love 'em and leave 'em for bacon."

"You're so silly. I get it, time to feed the bear. I'll go get in the shower."

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After breakfast at Au Bon Pain, Greg loaded his backpack and Dana's suitcase in the trunk of the Chevy Cavalier. He held the door open for Dana, and closed it as she sat in the passenger seat.

As Greg walked around to the driver side, Dana reached to put her purse in the backseat. Her blood boiled at the sight of women's underwear.

Greg sat behind the wheel and smiled at Dana.

"Ready to head home?"

"What the hell, Greg?"

"So, you don't want to go home?"

"Whose underwear is that?"

"What? What underwear?"

The freight train hit Greg right between the eyes. Kristy had taken off her underwear in the car after going swimming.

"Greg, just be honest with me. Are you seeing someone else?"

"Dana, no, you have it all wrong."

"I have it all wrong. First, you are sexed out when I see you, now I am finding underwear in your car. What can I have wrong?"

"It's Kristy's."

"Why would Kristy's underwear be in your car?"

"It is a long story."

"Longer than five hours?"

Greg explained how Kristy was drunk and went swimming. After the cops raided the party, Greg and Kristy escaped to his car. To stop her shivering, he lent her his t-shirt, and she slipped out of her wet underwear.

Dana wasn't buying it. She didn't believe that Kristy would talk to Greg at a party, much less do it while wet in her underwear. Then, stripping off her clothes and putting on his shirt, even while drunk, would require a big leap of faith. It was much easier to reason that Greg was with another girl, especially given his sexual performance over the last twelve hours.

The five hour ride home was uncomfortable to say the least. Most of the time, Dana stared out at the rolling prairie along the interstate in silence. Greg searched for the words to alleviate Dana's doubts, but couldn't find them. He decided silence was the best course of action.

Chapter 31

Greg needed to get gas. He pulled off the interstate and found a gas station that looked deserted. He started to fill up the car with regular gasoline.

"Do you want a Coke, or anything?"

Dana didn't say anything, she just shook her head.

Greg walked into the station and grabbed a twenty ounce bottle of Coke from the cooler. There was a balding, elderly man behind the counter, wearing a white t-shirt under his overalls and a green John Deere cap.

"Can I help you find anything, son?

Greg was happy to hear someone's voice after getting the silent treatment in the car.

"No, thank you, sir. I just needed the Coke and the gas."

"Where are you headed today?"

"A little town called Thomas Mill."

"Ah, a friendly community. But, you've got some driving ahead of you."

"Maybe two hours, it shouldn't be that bad."

"What sends you to Thomas Mill?"

"I'm from there. I'm coming back from Chicago. My girlfriend and I took a little trip."

"Ah, a little romantic getaway?"

"I guess you could call it that."

"Young love. That will be 32.53 for the gas and the Coke."

Greg handed the gentleman his credit card, noticing the name tag reading "Morty". Morty ran the credit card and handed Greg the receipt to sign.

"There you go, Morty," he said completing his signature.

"You drive safe, young man. And take care of that little lady you got. Ain't nothing more fragile than a daisy losing its petals."

"Point taken, Morty. I appreciate it."

Greg grabbed his Coke and moseyed back to the car. He hopped in the driver's seat, and pulled away, not saying a word to Dana.

Chapter 32

When they pulled up to the Miller's Crossing apartment complex, Dana broke the impasse.

"Greg, I don't want to seem ungrateful for all you've done for me. A lot has happened over the last two days. I need time to process all of this."

"Can we talk about it?"

"Eventually. Right now, I just need some time to think."

"Dana, I have been nothing but honest with you. You have to believe me."

The lies started flowing again.

"I don't know. I am not saying I don't believe you. I just don't know right now."

The standoff had now lasted two weeks, and Greg wasn't any closer to getting Dana back. He was beginning to lose hope.

"Mom, I am going to my doctor's appointment!"

Greg heard Dana's voice through the wall, as she hollered from her bedroom.

"Okay, Dana. I'll see you when I get home from work."

Greg slammed his fists against the mattress at the sound of Dana's voice.

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The two of them sat on the couch.

"I have something important to tell you," she said.

"Okay, what is it?"

"It's pretty big. So, I am just going to come out and say it."

"You can tell me. I love you, and nothing you say will change that."

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh my Lord! How did this happen?"

"Did you miss biology class? It is pretty obvious how it happened."

He searched for something to say, but came up empty.

"And you're the father."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. It couldn't be anyone else."

Greg Simmons was shaken to the core. There had to be a mistake. The vision of a three-armed baby with a tail came back to him.

"Kristy, this can't be happening. I thought you were on the pill."

"I wish it weren't happening, Greg, but it is. You're the only guy I have fucked in the last month, and I missed my period. I took a test, and it came back positive. These things never have false positives."

"But, the pill, Kristy. You were on the pill."

"I don't know, Greg. All I can come up with was that I threw up that morning. I must've thrown up the pill, too."

"Are you sure it's mine? It isn't Shane's?" "Greg, it is yours. I don't like it any more than you do. Do you know how sick I am over carrying my brother's baby? I love you, Greg, but you're my brother. As much as I wish this weren't happening, it won't change the fact that I am pregnant and you're the father."

Greg started to cry. His whole life was falling apart around him. Kristy reluctantly hugged her brother, allowing him to sob on his shoulder.

"What are we going to do, Kristy?"

"I think there's only one thing we can do, Greg."

The thought of abortion made Greg's skin crawl. But, Kristy was right. It was their only option.

Chapter 34

Wendy called Shane after taking the pregnancy test. She was excited to tell him the news. Shane invited her over, and now she was knocking on the front door of his family's Cape Cod style home. She wore a white voile skirt that went halfway down her calves, and a light green tank top. She wore her most supportive bra, making her round breasts look like perfect globes filling out her tight shirt.

"Hey, Wen-dog! Come on in!" Shane said, as he answered the door, in only a Nebraska t-shirt and red athletic shorts.

"Hi, Shane."

They hugged each other, Shane having to reach down to make up for their fifteen inch height difference. Wendy found enough altitude to kiss him on the cheek.

"Please, don't call me Wen-dog."

"Okay, girlie, whatever you say."

"Can you please just call me Wendy?"

"Will do, Wendy. To what do I owe the honor of having a babe like you come over?"

Wendy knew Shane was a bullshitter. Almost any girl in town would love to be standing in his house, alone with the future college quarterback.

"I have something to tell you."

"You took the test?"

"Yep."

"And?"

Wendy smiled.

"Negative."

"Excellent!"

Shane hugged Wendy again, lifting her body off the ground. He spun around in the foyer, holding her body close to his.

"Wendy, you don't know how relieved I am!" he exclaimed as he put her down.

"You can say that again. We'll have to be more careful next time."

Shane laughed.

"What makes you think there will be a next time?"

Wendy answered Shane's question by leaping into Shane's body, hoisting her body up on his shoulders. Shane caught her, and placed his hands on her butt, lending more support.

"Well, we have to celebrate the good news, don't we?"

Wendy kissed Shane, not allowing him any room to escape.

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Dr. Janine Gratiot entered the room. She wore black-rimmed librarian glasses, with a silk pink blouse and a black skirt that went down to her knees. Her dazzling white lab coat fell down below her waist, with her name embroidered on the right breast. She opened a folder and started reading, without making eye contact with her patient. Her high heels made her almost the same height as Dana, who was sitting on the light blue vinyl covered examination table.

Dana sat nervously on the edge of the table, feeling exposed, even though she was covered in a pink-and-white checkered paper gown. Her shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt, bra, and underwear lay in a rumpled pile on a chair. The worst part of her doctor's appointment was over. She already had the breast exam and the pelvic exam. Her discomfort with the appearance of her body was matched by the sensation of the speculum exerting pressure on her vaginal walls. She felt relief that the physical part of the exam was over, even though Dr. Gratiot had been as gentle and professional as possible.

"Well, Dana. Everything looks normal and healthy. We'll have the results of your Pap in a few weeks."

Dana nodded, not wanting to talk and prolong the time she spent in the clinical nakedness.

"You told the nurse that you are not yet sexually active."

Dana nodded again.

"Do you plan to become sexually active soon?"

Greg came into Dana's mind. She had come so close to losing her virginity to him. Now, she was faced with the prospect of loneliness.

"No, ma'am."

"You are still complaining about the cramping during your period. Here is where you have a choice. You can continue with the four or five days of intense cramping and rely on ibuprofen, or I can prescribe something that might take the edge off of the cramps."

"What would that be?"

"I can put you on birth control. One of the benefits of the pill is that it reduces cramping in most women who take it. It also lowers your risk of uterine and ovarian cancer. I don't want you to make a decision right now. When is your next cycle?"

"Probably in a few days. I have been kind of crampy lately."

"I'll write a prescription for you. Then, you can decide. I'll have the nurse give you some literature so that you can make an informed decision. If you would like to take it, start on the first day of your period and take it daily. It is the easiest way to prevent some of those nasty cramps."

"I'll think about it."

"Okay. You can get dressed, and I'll see you in a year."

"Thanks, doctor."

Dr. Gratiot smiled at Dana, closed her folder, and left the room.

Chapter 36

They had only been together three times. The last time was the day after Greg had returned from Chicago. Greg woke up and saw that Kristy's bed was empty. Walking into the living room in his boxer shorts, he found Kristy sitting on the couch. She looked distracted, as she pretended to read a People magazine, Greg took in the sight of her legs flowing out of her long, royal blue t-shirt.

"Good morning, Kristy," he said as he sat down, half a cushion away.

Kristy took his hand.

"Good morning, Greg," she said softly. "We have to talk."

Greg felt dread as the words escaped Kristy's full, pink lips.

"I suppose we do," he said, sheepishly.

"What happened two days ago, it can't happen again. It was a mistake. I don't know how, but things got out of hand. You understand, right?"

Greg sighed before answering.

"Yes, I get it. I understand all the reasons why we shouldn't do it. But, I love you so much, Kristy, and it felt so good."

Greg scooted over on the couch, getting closer to Kristy.

"It just isn't right, Greg. You know that."

"Answer one question for me. Did you enjoy it?"

Kristy contemplated the answer and its effects. If she said no, Greg would be angry with her, but it probably would bring a quick end to the discussion. If she said yes, there would be talk of why they should deprive themselves of pleasure.

She couldn't have Greg angry at her.

"Yes, of course I enjoyed it."

"Well, then, maybe we should follow our hearts," Greg tied to appeal to her emotions and sentimental side.

"But, it would never work, Greg. What would we tell our friends? What would we tell Mom and Dad?"

"The truth, they would just have to deal with it."

"Greg, please try to be reasonable."

"What's more reasonable than being with the one you love?"

Kristy was beginning to think she picked the wrong tactic.

"I think you're confusing sex for love, Greg. Its okay, we all do it. I love you too, but just because we had sex doesn't mean that we are going to be able to satisfy every need for each other. What if we want to have a family? That is important to me."

"We can adopt."

"Greg, this can't happen. If you truly search your heart, you'll come to that conclusion. Why, just the other day you were racing to Chicago to save that girl. Now, you want to be with me forever. And will you drop me for the next available thing, because you can have a wedding, a family, and all those things with her that you can't have with me?"

Greg saw Kristy's point that he was trying to have his cake and eat it, too. If he really cared about Dana, he should end this depraved romping with his sister. While his mind came to that conclusion, his flesh went another direction.

"You're right, Kristy. Just allow me this."

Greg kissed Kristy. Kristy tried to pull away as Greg's tongue forced its way past her lips.

"What are you doing?"

"Can we have a last hurrah?"

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Kristy relented, and allowed Greg to kiss her. His tongue swirled inside her mouth. Greg tugged at Kristy's shirt, pulling it up over her stomach. As soon as he could maneuver around her shirt, he slid a hand up her stomach, grabbing a breast. He squeezed, feeling her nipple hardening in the vee formed between his palm and index and middle fingers.

"Lean back, Kristy. I want to do it here, on the couch."

"No, let's go into the bedroom. The couch will get messy."

Before he could answer, Kristy stood up. Greg's hand slid down to her hips as she arose. Quickly, he pulled her underwear down to his ankles. She stepped away from the garment, and walked over to the bedroom.

Greg picked up the discarded unmentionable, and brought it up to his nose. He watched his sister walk back to the bedroom and escape through the doorway. A blur of blue flew across his field of vision.

"Greg, are you coming or not?"

He walked into the bedroom, still savoring the aroma on Kristy's underwear. Kristy lay face on her bed, with her legs spread. She was already rubbing a generous amount of lubricant on her vagina. Greg watched as her hand slid up and down her genitals, and her fingers briefly slipped inside.

"I'm ready big brother," Kristy said in her best little girl voice.

Greg pushed his boxer shorts to the floor. He had a full erection. Laying on his side on the bed next to Kristy, he began sucking on her left nipple and running his hand through her pubic hair.

With both hands, Kristy pulled Greg's head close to her breast as he suckled. She then pushed forward, forcing Greg onto his back. Mounting her sibling, she forced Greg to lose contact with her nipple. Before Greg could react, she forced his dick inside of her.

Greg felt Kristy's warmth and wetness as she surrounded his penis. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed as she started to buck her hips; in reaction, Greg thrust his penis in rhythm.

Kristy closed her eyes as she rode her brother. She tried to block out what was happening, imagining she was with Shane, and that she was not fucking her brother. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she felt the need to do it.

"Fuck me," Kristy said softly.

Greg heard his sister's voice and had a rumbling in his balls. He desperately tried to hold back, but as he opened his eyes and saw his dick disappearing into Kristy, he lost control. His orgasm began with his semen spewing inside of Kristy. Just as quickly as it had started, it was over.

"Ohhhh," Greg exhaled.

Kristy noticed Greg's softening penis fall out of her slick vagina. She took the opportunity to get off of Greg. She stood next to her bed and looked at her brother.

"We can't do this anymore, Greg."

"Okay, Kristy. But, thank you. I am sorry that I couldn't last longer. I really wanted you to feel what I am feeling."

"It's okay, Greg."

She turned and started walking out of the room, on her way to the shower. As she left the room she shook her head in frustration.

Chapter 38

Shane's bedroom was filled with trophies, from his five year old Punt, Pass, and Kick championship all the way to his All-State football award. But, he was concentrating on his newest trophy.

He hurriedly stripped Wendy of her clothes. Her tank top and bra had barely even made it into the room. He was finishing up pulling her skirt off and throwing it across ht floor as he dropped her on his queen bed. He grabbed her bikini cut panties and ripped them off her hips at the string, and threw them over his shoulder. Ultimately, the shorn cotton hung from a lamp.

Taking off his shirt, he displayed his chiseled chest and six-pack abs to Wendy. He fell to his knees, and his head disappeared between her legs.

Wendy felt Shane's tongue working her pussy lips, making contact with her clitoris. His nose was combing through her brownish red pubic hair, and she wondered for a second how he could breathe. Then, she decided she didn't care if he suffocated, as long as he kept performing on her aching genitals.

Her pleasure was interrupted a feeling of nothingness. Shane had pulled his head up. Wendy was about to yell, to incite him to continue, when she felt Shane place two fingers slipping into her cervix.

Shane worked his index and middle fingers in and out of Wendy's wet hole, before stopping again. Wendy was frustrated at this teasing. Shane once again waited for a second, and then replaced his tongue on her feminine cleft. A jab later, and Wendy was experiencing a strange fullness. Shane had started to work his moist index finger into her anus.

"Relax, Wen-dog."

She ignored the nickname, and did as he said, allowing his finger to travel deeper into her anal cavity. Shane continued to massage her clitoris with his tongue while wiggling his finger inside her ass.

Wendy started to buck her hips, and Shane tried to maintain his pace. Each thrust sent Shane's finger against her rectal walls, stimulating nerve endings she didn't know that she had. Wendy lost control of her body, as she climaxed.

"Oh, God! Shane!"

She grabbed her breasts as her whole body writhed in a fervent moment of gratification. Her back arched, leaving only her head and butt to support her weight, and she was hit with full force of her orgasm. Shane continued his mastery of her nether regions, driving the carnal vibes throughout her being.

Wendy started to go back down the slope of fulfillment. Shane stood between her legs, studying every inch of her nude body. He espied her round, erect nipples on her full, spherical breasts. Her studied her flat stomach, and let his eyes wander down to her column of pubic hair. Finally, he eyed her white, shapely legs.

Wendy had a fuller body than Kristy. It was obvious that she wasn't the tall, slender, model-type that Kristy was. But, in so many ways, she was more womanly. She had fuller breasts and hips. The extra pounds she carried were in all the right places, giving her a perfect hourglass figure.

Shane pushed his red, nylon mesh shorts off. He pounced on Wendy just as she was regaining her breath from her erotic indulgence. He looked deep into her brown eyes and kissed her as he slid his penis into her recovering vagina.



Chapter 39

"Shane, no!"

Shane didn't want to wait any longer. He started to thrust his manhood inside of Wendy. This time, he wanted her to know exactly who it was that was fucking her.

"Shane, please, stop! I want to get a condom."

The words snapped Shane out of his primal, sexual trance. He remembered the reason why Wendy came over in the first place. He got up off of Wendy, and helped her off the bed.

"I brought one in my purse. Lay down while I get it."

Shane complied, and he checked out Wendy's ripe ass as she walked over to her purse, which was on the floor next to her shirt. From her purse, she produced a yellow foil envelope. She ripped it open with her teeth.

"Mmmm, banana," she tried to say seductively.

She knelt over Shane and started to lick his penis. She could taste her femininity on his shaft, and momentarily, she thought of how similar it tasted to Kristy's vagina. Resuming her oral stimulation, Wendy took the bulb of Shane's large and thick cock into her mouth. Shane started to play with her long, wavy, red hair, encouraging her to continue her blowjob. Wendy did not respond to the encouragement. She removed her mouth, and placed the condom between her lips as they made a circle.

Lowering her lips to his dick, she used her tongue and lips to unroll the condom as she took his penis into her mouth and the beginnings of her throat.

"Yummy! Sweet and savory. Now, where were we?"

Wendy crawled on all fours over Shane's dick. Once in position, she lowered her vagina onto his latex-covered tool. They kissed again, as Wendy started to ride the sexual stallion below her. Soon, kissing became more difficult as their humping grew faster. Wendy kneeled, bobbing up and down on the hard rod below her. Shane's muscular grip found Wendy's thighs, and he squeezed as she went up and down on his manhood.

Shane didn't want to close his eyes. He took in the sight of the beautiful Wendy Chalmers, her nude body in full view. His own orgasm was building, but he tried to stay disciplined, and suppress it in order to give Wendy maximum pleasure.

It was a losing battle. He felt her butt continually slamming on his balls, making him even more aware of the girl fucking him from above. He tried to raise his hips higher to shove his dick further inside Wendy. This slight change in angle was all that was needed. His penis made full contact along Wendy's clitoris, and for the second time, she submitted to sexual bliss.

Shane felt Wendy's pussy contracting, and heard her moan again as the orgasm took over her consciousness. Shane showed no more restraint, as he gushed forward, reaching the apex. Semen inundated the condom.

The pulsations from Shane's deluge added to the intensity of Wendy's orgasm, overwhelming her senses. All she could do was scream to release the consuming ecstasy.

As the couple felt the effects starting to wear off, Wendy collapsed on top of Shane, and they exchanged soft kisses. It wasn't long before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 40



Greg had a fitful sleep. He could feel the stress in his calf muscles and his back. He tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Most of the night he watched Kristy, who was hibernating like a bear, exhausted from the changes her body was going through. Sometime around 5 AM, his own body shut down from hypertension and she dozed off.

He awoke to Kristy's voice. He glanced at the clock and saw that he had gotten about five hours of sleep.

"Greg, wake up."

He saw Kristy in a pair of white shorts and a ribbed, red tank top. Her shorts stopped about a quarter of the way down her thigh, and Greg took the opportunity to steal a glance at her long, slender, tanned legs.

"We have to talk, and I want to get it out of the way before Mom comes home from work."

Greg sat up in his bed, wearing only a pair of navy blue boxers with orange elongated letter C's on them, a symbol for the Chicago Bears. Regaining consciousness, he answered Kristy.

"What's up?"

"I stopped by Planned Parenthood, and I have some information."

Kristy sat on the side of Greg's bed, and laid out some pamphlets. Greg reviewed the frequently asked questions. Greg's stomach twisted in knots as he read about medical and surgical abortions.

"Well, um, Kristy, what do you think?" Greg struggled to spit out the question.

"To be honest, as awful as it sounds, I think I just want to have the vacuum aspiration. I don't want to sit around for days and take drugs. Let's just get it done, and move on. I want to end the nightmare."

"It is your body, Kristy. You have to go through it, so I am behind you one hundred percent."

"There is just one problem, Greg. Where are we going to get 500?"

Chapter 41



Dana woke up with a visitor. Her cramps had commandeered her abdomen. There were spots of blood on her baby blue cotton pajamas, and her yellow sheets. She made a mental note to throw them in the wash later.

Dana walked over to the bathroom and lost herself in a hot shower. She stood under the cascading water for twenty minutes. After her mother repeatedly knocked on the door urging her to not take all day, Dana turned off the water, and immediately wrapped herself in a short, pink terrycloth robe.

Using her bath towel, she wiped the steam off the mirror and looked at her face. Every imperfection was noticed. Her cheeks were too chubby. Her eyes had crow's feet wrinkles. She had a small mole on her neck and a pimple on her temple.

She sighed and looked down at the vanity. The package of birth control pills were there. She was already using the most effective form of birth control, she thought. Or at least the guys were using it for her. She couldn't get pregnant if no one wanted to have sex with her.

Reluctantly, she popped a pill out of the foil encasement. She popped it into her mouth and swallowed.

Chapter 42

Greg rang the doorbell and waited. Scott Parker answered the door.

"Hey, Simmons! What's up?"

"Not much. Do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure, buddy. Of course I do."

Scott stepped out of the doorway and motioned for Greg to enter the house.

"First of all, Scott, what happened after the party?"

Scott and Greg sat down on the leather couch.

"You wouldn't believe it. Someone saw the police cars coming down the street, and I yelled for everyone to clear out. But, as it turns out, they didn't even stop at my house. I guess someone down the street had some kind of short circuit in their security system. The cops were called because the security company said a burglary was in progress."

"You're kidding me."

"No, and it gets better. The cops checked it out and took off. Well, now the house was deserted. I started to clean up, and guess who stops by? Lisa Wilson."

"Really?"

"Yes. And she said she stopped by thinking you would be here."

"What?"

"Yeah, and let me tell you, she looked good, short shorts and a tight top. We got to talking, and she said that she felt bad about what happened over Christmas, and she wanted to make it up to you. I offered her a drink, and we started talking. I told her that you were into Dana, and you moved on. I hope that was okay."

Greg cringed at hearing Dana's name.

"Yeah, that's cool. I'm over her."

"Good, because we kept talking and drinking, and the next thing I know we're making out. We fooled around until 3 AM. Man, she's hot, and wild too. She knows what she's doing. Anyway, we're kind of dating now. We're going out tonight."

"Hey, that's great!"

"You sure you're okay with it."

"Yeah, I'm fine with it. I'm happy for you."

"You're a true friend, my man!"

"Yeah, well, what can I say. Hey, before I forget, did you ever find Kristy's clothes? She wanted me to ask you for them."

"There's a pile of clothes in the laundry room. If they weren't claimed by the end of the week, I was going to dump them at Goodwill. You're welcome to look through it and take her clothes."

"Funny as it sounds, I don't even know what she was wearing. She was in her underwear by the time I showed up."

"Yeah, wasn't that unbelievable? Sorry, man, but your sister looked fine when she was all wet like that."

"I know, she's fucking hot," Greg said sarcastically.

"Don't worry, Greg. I'm not interested. Lisa's the girl for me."

"There's something else I need to ask you. I need a favor, and it is kind of awkward."

"Hey, you're my bro. How can I help?"

"I'm a little short on cash. I was hoping you could front me for awhile."

"I can probably help. How much?"

"Five hundred."

"Five hundred dollars? Jeez, for what?"

"It's kind of personal."

"How personal?"

"Very personal. I can't really get into details. Its family stuff."

"Greg, I don't know if I can do this." "You know I wouldn't be asking if I didn't have to. I am really in a jam."

"But that's a lot of money, bro. And I don't even know what I am investing in."

"I know I'm putting you in a tough spot. I'll pay you back, with interest. Say 110 a week for five weeks?"

"Greg, I can't. Its just too much."

"Well, I had to ask. Thanks, anyway, Scott."

"I hope it works out for you, bro."

"I understand. I had better be going," Greg said as he stood up and headed for the door.

"No hard feelings, buddy?"

"Of course not, Scott. Good luck with Lisa tonight. I'll catch you later."

Greg opened the front door, and walked out onto the porch.

"Catch you later, bud."

Chapter 43

"Did Scott loan you the money?"

"No, he didn't," Greg said as he flopped down on the bed. "Do you think Wendy would lend you the money?"

"Gosh, I owe her so much already. She paid for my prom dress. I can't ask her for more money."

"Shit."

"What are we going to do, Greg?"

"I don't know, Kristy," Greg felt the rage building inside of him as his voice became louder. "I don't have the money, and I don't have any ideas."

Kristy started to tear up.

"You don't have to yell at me, Greg."

"I'm sorry, Kristy, this is just all so fucked up. But, short of knocking over a liquor store, we don't have many options."

"Well, if that is our only option, maybe we should think about it."

"I can't rob a liquor store, Kristy."

"Why not?"

"Because if I get caught, I'll go to jail."

"And, what if you don't do it? I am supposed to have this baby? What will Mom and Dad say? What will I say when people ask who the father is? I can't tell them that it was a virgin birth, and this is the Second Coming. But, you'll be in the clear. Because if I tell people it is you, then we're both outcasted. So, I guess you got the thrill of fucking your little sister, and you don't have to live with the consequences."

Tears trickled down Kristy's cheeks.

"But, its illegal, Kristy."

"So, now is when you make your moral stand? Why don't you lecture me about why abortion is wrong while you're at it? Christ, Greg. I can't live like this. What about college? What about ever finding a husband? My life is fucked, Greg. You told me that you loved me, but you can't help me when my life is totally fucked!"

Kristy was getting hysterical. Greg didn't know how to calm Kristy, so he did the only thing that came to mind.

"Okay, Kristy. I'll get the money somehow, through legal means or otherwise."

"Soon, Greg. Please. I am begging you. I want this to be over." Kristy sniffled, her tears starting to dry up.

"I will get it as fast as I can. If I am going to take a big risk like this, I need you to do me a favor."

"Ugh, I am not going to have sex with you again."

"It isn't that at all. Would you mind talking to Dana for me? Can you explain to her that it was your underwear in my car? She thinks I cheated on her, and I was hoping you could try to clear things up for me. Obviously, you wouldn't tell her of our physical relationship, but you can fill her in on the other details of that night."

"I'll have a talk with her, but honestly, I don't know what you see in her."

"Kristy, I don't know what she sees in a guy like me."

Chapter 44

Kristy sat in the Thomas Mill Dairy Queen eating her Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard. She looked at her watch, and it was 5:58. There were still two minutes to go. Anxiously, she stared out the window until she saw the black Dodge Durango drive into the parking lot of the Dairy Queen, and whipping around the side of the building. Kristy threw out the remainder of her soft serve ice cream treat, and walked out the back door of the building.

She walked up to the passenger side of the sport utility vehicle, and opened the door. Hopping up to the seat, she smiled at the driver.

"Hi," She said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, did he go for it?" he asked.

"Yes. He is going to try and do something. I am not sure what, but I convinced him that he should get the money, even if it is illegal."

"Excellent."

"This should all be over soon, sweetie. Then we can get back together, and everything will be back to normal."

"That's great, Kristy," he gave her a big smile.

"There are just a couple more pieces to put in play. I want to have some insurance."

"Do what you need to do, babe."

"That's all I have been doing. I better go before anyone sees us."

Kristy kissed Shane again, and disembarked from his Durango. As Shane pulled away, Kristy started to walk home, thinking of the phone call she needed to make.

Chapter 45

Kristy got back to her family's apartment. Greg was the only person home.

"Kristy, I had an idea on how to get the money."

"That's great news! How are you going to get it?"

"I'd rather not tell you. That way, if it goes bad, you can't be blamed."

"Oh, it's that way. I see, well, when are you going to pull this off?"

"Tonight. I am going to leave right now and get it over with. I think it will work where I won't get caught. But, you never know."

"Greg, you'll be my hero forever if you can do this. I'll owe you for the rest of my life."

"Just please talk to Dana for me."

"Of course I will."

"Goodbye, Kristy."

"Bye."

As soon as Greg walked out the door, Kristy went over to the phone and dialed Wendy Chalmers' number. She knew it by heart.

"Hello," Wendy answered the phone.

Kristy put on her act.

"Wendy, oh my gosh, I am so glad you're home," Kristy said, trying to sound panicked.

"Kristy? Slow down, girl and tell me what's wrong."

"Something is up with Greg. I am really concerned. He came home practically screaming. I don't know exactly what's going on, but he was asking me for money, saying something was messed up. He's pretty straight-laced. He must've done something bad to go off the edge like that."

"What do you want me to do, Kristy? I don't know what he's up to. And when do you give a rat's ass about Greg anyway?"

"It isn't about Greg necessarily. Think of the big picture. What if he does do something awful? My family can't afford any legal bills, not to mention the social stigma. My parents don't deserve it."

Wendy thought for a second. She still didn't know how she could help.

"Kristy, I guess I can appreciate your concern, but I don't see how I can help."

"He got in his car and left a few minutes ago. Maybe you could follow him, and see if he does anything suspicious."

"So, I am going to spy on him?"

"Wendy, you've been a great friend to me, and I hope I have been the same to you. I know it is a strange request, but I just ask for you to help me out, as my best friend."

Wendy felt a pang of guilt over sleeping with Shane.

"Okay, Kristy. I'll do my best."

"Thanks, Wendy. You are a true friend. I love you."

"Love you too. I'll call you when I know more."

Kristy hung up the phone.

Chapter 46

Wendy followed Greg into the Wal-Mart store, only a few blocks from the Miller's Crossing apartment complex. She was lucky to have noticed his car leaving the parking lot of the complex as she had arrived. After quickly turning around, she was able to follow Greg from a few car lengths back.

Now, in the store, Wendy again tried to keep some distance from Greg. She casually looked at the items on the bargain racks at the end of the aisle, wondering to herself, "Who would ever buy this crap?"

Greg escaped down a toy aisle. Wendy found this to be fairly harmless, as whatever trouble Greg was in wouldn't be solved by buying a toy. She stood two aisles back, waiting fro Greg to reappear.

Greg found what he was looking for, and pulled the toy off the peg from which it was hanging. At nine dollars and eighty nine cents, it was right in in price range. He walked over to the cash register and waited in line to pay for the toy.

His body obscuring the toy, Wendy couldn't get a clear look at what Greg was buying. Whatever it was, no one else found it to be the least bit suspicious. Wendy buried her head in a Self magazine from the rack next to the registers, looking over the top of the magazine to keep an eye on Greg.

After he paid for the toy in cash, Greg left the Wal-Mart, throwing his receipt in the trash can outside the store. He hopped in his Chevy Cavalier, and opened the packaging of the toy, hoping it would be able to fool just one person.

Wendy waited in her Jeep Wrangler, wondering what was going on. Is this what Kristy was worried about, her brother buying a toy from Wal-Mart? She took out her cell phone and found Kristy's number from the address book. As the phone rang, she saw Greg's car leaving the parking lot.

Chapter 47

Dana looked through the peephole and saw her neighbor, Kristy Simmons standing in the hallway. Dana did a quick check and saw that her baggy Capri pants and tie-dyed tee shirt were a fashion disaster compared to Kristy's tight-fitting crop top and shorts. Deciding that she didn't have time to change her outfit, and that it would be a futile attempt to match Kristy's beauty, she opened the door.

"Hi, Dana! I hope I am not interrupting. Do you have a minute to talk?"

Dana found this to be odd, as Kristy barely spoke to her in high school, save for a few insults.

"Um, I guess so. Come on in."

Kristy walked into the apartment, thinking to herself that she was entering the troll's lair. They walked over to the couch, and Dana flopped down on one side in a slouch. Kristy sat down, her back straight and knees together.

"Dana, I am sorry to barge in on you like this, but I need to talk to you."

"Okay, about what?"

"Greg just left. He's upset."

"He left? Where is he going?" asked an alarmed Dana.

"He's not leaving, as in leaving town. I am sorry if that wasn't clear. He just went out. I think he wanted to be alone for awhile to sort some things out."

Kristy knew she had her.

"Sort what out?"

"Well, sort out the situation between you and him."

"There isn't much to sort out. He cheated on me."

Dana could sense the pain coming pack to her, thinking of Greg with another girl. But, she also missed being with him, feeling his hands on her body, his lips on hers.

"I don't think he did, Dana. I've known Greg all my life. I don't think he is capable of such a thing. He has always been one to think of others before himself."

"But, what about the evidence I found?"

"What evidence?"

"I found the girl's underwear in his car."

"Oh, Dana," Kristy said before pausing for effect. "That was just another instance of Greg thinking of others."

"What?" asked a puzzled Dana.

"The bra and undies, they were mine. I made some bad choices, and I ended up almost naked in a pool. Greg got me out of there. When we were driving home, he gave me his shirt, because he was afraid I would catch cold. When I had his shirt on, I took off my wet clothes. I was drunk, and he was just being the protective big brother."

"So, Greg was telling me the truth."

"I guess he was. Dana, I know that you and I have never been close. I guess I am trying to bury the hatchet. We're both almost adults now that we're out of high school, and I feel bad for how I treated you. I was a bitch, and I hope I can try to make things right. I know Greg cares about you, so I want to try and make things right."

"Thank you, Kristy. I appreciate that."

Kristy leaned over and hugged Dana.

"I am sorry, Dana. For everything."

Kristy released Dana, and got up and showed herself the door. Once out in the hallway, she checked her arms for any warts she may have gotten from hugging the troll. The worst was over.

Dana sat on the couch, stunned by her visit from Kristy. Dana had it all wrong for the last three weeks.

Chapter 48

Ten rings and no answer. The apartment was tiny, Kristy would have been able to hear the phone and answer it by now. Wendy gave up, and thought it best to continue her surveillance. She didn't quite know what was going on, but she had to admit it was kind of fun.

She followed Greg out of town, and onto Interstate 55. Now, Wendy was really intrigued. Maintaining a safe following distance, she tailed Greg. Looking down at her gas gauge, she estimated she could follow for maybe three hours. She hoped it wouldn't be that long.

Greg sped down the interstate. Most of the road was flat and straight, so he was able to hold his speed at eighty miles per hour. His palms were sweating and he could feel a pounding in his temples. The stress was starting to get to him. He needed to stay focused for the next two hours, and then things should take a turn for the better.

He flipped on the radio, wanting to listen to something that would take his mind off his task. Van Morrison's "Moondance" broke the nighttime silence. Greg took a deep breath and continued his mission.

Chapter 49

Dana lay on her bed, her room in complete darkness. Wondering how she could be so wrong about the situation, she thought of her father. Perhaps her experience with her father had clouded her judgment, spoiled her disposition towards men.

The only man in her life was Wayne Nelson, who had left when she was a baby. Dana had done the math, her birthday was in December and their parents had married in June of the same year. It didn't take a genius to figure out the convenience of her parents' marriage.

Dana had never thought her absentee father would affect her relationships. She was determined to not give him that satisfaction. But, when her father's hand went across her cheek, she stood tall. Dana didn't have to take that from her father, or from anyone.

Now, the doubt crept in. Her new found self-confidence may have caused her to go to far. The evidence she had against Greg was circumstantial at best. Kristy had even offered a reasonable explanation as to the events of the night.

Something still bothered Dana.

"Why is Kristy being so nice suddenly," she thought.

Dana had known Kristy for four years, and they had been neighbors for a quarter of that time. In that span, Kristy had either insulted or outright ignored Dana. Now, she was making amends. Dana searched for Kristy's angle.

Tired from thinking, Dana felt the silence of her room. It was the sound of loneliness, and she had grown sick of being alone. She did not accept Greg at face value, and she turned her back on him. Kristy had emboldened Greg's case, and Dana was left with a similar decision.

She could accept Greg and Kristy's explanation, or she could run away from them. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as the overwhelming quiet grew. She couldn't stand to be alone any longer. She wanted Greg.

In reaching for a tissue from a box on her nightstand, she accidentally turned on the radio. Van Morrison's velvety voice came out of the speaker singing "Moondance".

"What a marvelous night to make romance," Dana softly sang to herself.

Chapter 51

Kristy opened her dresser drawer and sifted through various thongs and panties before finding her target. The purple silicone rubber dildo jiggled as she picked it up. Kristy peeled off her shorts and underwear. Her hands went back to the drawer, and pulled out a Thomas Mill Football tee shirt. It had a big number three in red, and the name "Bullock" on the back.

Stripping away her shirt and bra, Kristy draped the oversize tee shirt over her naked body. Picking up the tube of lubricant off the floor, Kristy sat on her bed. She leaned her back against the wall, and started to tickle the inside of her thighs.

Letting out a deep breath, her fingers went further up her thighs, until they were raking her pubic hair. She snaked her index finger inside the hood of skin hiding her clitoris. Pressing against the organ, a tide of sexual energy started to build inside.

Working her knob, she reached for the lubricant with her free hand, and removed the cap. She forced her hand away from her genitals in order to hold her sex toy. She tried to hold it steady as she slathered it with jelly.

Kristy started to slide the dildo inside her vagina, with her other hand going back to work on her sexual gland. Oppressing her clitoris from above, she could feel the dildo running against the other side. Gasping from the pleasure that was emanating through her body from her sex organs, Kristy felt all of her frustrations nearing an end.

She pounded her vagina with the dildo, a feeble attempt to simulate Shane's powerful hip thrusts. She longed to have Shane inside her, instead of the silicone dildo. The image of the quarterback drilling her wet hole was too much for Kristy. Her body locked up as her hand continued to apply pressure to her love button. She bit her lower lip as the orgasm ran from to every extremity.

Kristy slid down the wall, falling on her side, her head resting on a pillow. As the aftershocks continued to flow through her body, Kristy used her shaking hand to drop the dildo onto the mattress next to her. Exhausted from the orgasm and the pregnancy, Kristy fell asleep within seconds of her head hitting the pillow.

Chapter 52

She had been following the Chevy Cavalier for almost two hours. As recently as thirty minutes ago, Wendy had tried to call Kristy. Mrs. Simmons had told her that Kristy must not have been feeling well and had gone to sleep. Wendy decided that if something didn't happen in the next half an hour she would turn around. She wanted to help Kristy, but she didn't want to drive all over creation, either.

A blinking red light appeared in the distance, as an off-ramp appeared. Wendy slowed down, and increased her following distance. She had come too far to get discovered now.

Greg saw the gas station at the end of the off-ramp. He pulled next to a pump and started filling up his tank. He saw a Jeep pull into a closed diner next door, finding a spot and killing the engine and headlights. He assumed that it was someone who was too cheap to pay for a hotel room.

Once his tank was filled, Greg replaced the gas cap and pulled the car next to the door of the gas station. From a plastic Wal-Mart bag he produced a plastic water gun. It looked like a pistol, as it even had a nice shine on it. Greg had never seen a firearm up close. He selected this one as it looked like a gun he saw on television. Leaving the engine running, Greg stepped out of the car and into the gas station.

"Can I help you, son?"

Greg saw it was Morty, wearing the same overalls and John Deere hat.

"Just the gas," Greg lowered his voice, trying to disguise it. He never looked Morty in the eyes.

"That'll be 31.26. Anything else?"

Greg pulled out the water gun.

"Just all your money," he tried to say in his most threatening voice.

"Yes, yes, you can have everything," Morty said at a strained, stuttering pace.

Morty opened the register and gave all the bills to Greg. Greg wasn't sure if it was enough, as it didn't look like a lot of bills.

"You got a safe, old man? If so, you'd better open it quickly."

Morty dove under the counter and started to open the safe. Greg started to feel more powerful, knowing the clerk had believed it was a real gun. Popping back up, Morty handed a green zipper-top pouch to Greg.

"That's all I have, I swear. Please, you can take anything else you want."

Without saying another word, Greg walked out of the gas station and hopped into his running car. He peeled out of the parking lot and headed back to Thomas Mill.

Chapter 53

Wendy leapt to the ground from the driver's seat of her Jeep Wrangler. She sensed something was up. Greg had driven the car ten feet from the gas pump to the station. The headlights were on, and it looked like the car was still running.

She ran between the pumps and around the back of the station, the side opposite Greg's car. Between two large sticker advertisements on the window, one for a milk special, one for a deal on cigarettes if you buy three packs, she was able to see Greg standing at the counter, opposite the clerk at the cash register.

She was breathless when she saw the clerk duck behind the counter. Greg turned ever slightly, and Wendy saw a shiny object in his hand. Frozen, Wendy stared through the window.

Wendy didn't know what Greg was up to, but she didn't want any part of it. She was scared, and she wished she was back in Thomas Mill, in the safety of Shane's bedroom.

Greg took the green zipper-top pouch and left the gas station. Wendy waited until the red taillights disappeared on the interstate on-ramp. She saw the car heading back to towards Thomas Mill. Wherever Greg was going, Wendy was not to follow. She had done enough for Kristy.

Chapter 54

Waking up, Kristy felt something strange in her bed. There was a lump underneath her back. She rolled over, and saw a wad of twenty dollar bills. Greg was asleep in his bed. She hadn't heard him come in early that morning.

Kristy counted 824 in twenty, ten, five, and one dollar bills. Greg had done it. Somehow, he had come up with the money. Excitedly, Kristy shook Greg's arm. He jolted awake, not being happy about his sleep being disrupted.

"What the hell, Kristy?" he asked in a grouchy tone.

"I am sorry! I am just so happy! How did you get the money?"

"Kristy, its best if you don't know. We talked about that."

"I know, I know. I am just so curious. But you don't know how thrilled this makes me. I am going to make an appointment at Planned Parenthood for us. Oh Greg, you really came through!"

"Well, what else were we supposed to do?" Greg asked. He was trying to find a way to end the conversation so he could get back to sleep.

"I also held up my end of the bargain. I talked to Dana last night."

Greg perked up at hearing her name.

"Oh? How did that go?"

"I think I got through to her. I explained everything about how you were helping me, playing the big brother. I think she bought it."

Sitting up in bed, Greg looked Kristy in the eye.

"Are you sure? You're not lying to me, are you? Because if you are, Kristy, I don't know if I could ever trust you again."

"Why believe me, Greg? Go talk to her for yourself."

Greg swung his feet off the bed and onto the floor. He grabbed a tee shirt and a pair of athletic shorts out of his laundry bag. He smelled them, and they seemed clean enough. He reminded himself to do some laundry when all of this settled down.

Throwing on his clothes, he walked toward the door.

:"I guess I will."

"Greg, wait! Don't go just yet!"

"Why? Is there something else I should know?"

"No, but I think you should brush your teeth first. Girls like a clean mouth."

Chapter 55

Greg took Kristy's advice. He decided to get cleaned up before seeing Dana. He showered, shaved, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. He donned the cleanest clothes he had, a green, collared golf shirt, and a pair of navy blue shorts. He put on a pair of sandals, and walked to the apartment next door.

Knocking on the door, there was no answer.

"Dana?" Greg shouted. Again, there was no response.

Dejectedly, Greg walked back to his apartment, and into the bedroom. Kristy was still on the bed counting the money in disbelief.

"Hey, Greg, why are you back so soon?"

"She wasn't home, or she wasn't answering her door. I don't know which."

"I'm sure it's because she isn't home. Try not to go crazy over it."

"Well, I might as well attach this laundry."

Greg grabbed his laundry bag and headed towards the elevators.

Chapter 56

As soon as Greg had left the apartment, Kristy ran to the phone and dialed Shane's number.

"Hello?" Shane's familiar voice resonated in her ear. She missed him, greatly.

"Shane, its Kristy."

"Hey, what's up?"

"He did it. Greg got the money. I don't know how, but he did it."

"Really? Oh, that's good news. What a relief that is."

"Yeah, he really believed the baby was his. Now, I am just going to make an appointment with Planned Parenthood."

"So, it'll all be taken care of?"

"Yes, honey. Any day now. The hard part is over."

"That's great!"

"I'll call you when I have more."

"Okay, let me know the details when you know more."

"I love you, Shane."

"You too, bye."

Kristy hung up the phone. She went to her bedroom and found the pamphlet she had shown Greg. She dialed the number. After the receptionist greeted her, Kristy got down to business.

"I need to make an appointment."



Chapter 57

"Shane, I was so scared."

"Wendy, you're safe now. I don't know what is going on, but we'll make sure that we put a stop to whatever Kristy and Greg are doing."

"How do we do that?"

"Greg is the easy part. We have the goods on him. Kristy asked you to follow Greg, like she knew exactly what he was up to. It's obvious she knew something."

"But we don't have anything concrete on her."

The phone rang. Shane went into the kitchen to answer it. Wendy sat alone in the Bullock family living room. She noticed the marble figurines in an oak cabinet, she wondered if it was Italian marble to match the silk on the couch.

"Hello?" she heard Shane's end of the conversation. "Hey, what's up?"

"Really? Oh, that's good news. What a relief that is. So, it'll be all taken care of?" That's great! Okay, let me know the details when you know more. You too, bye."

Shane hung up the phone and walked back to the living room.

"Wendy, let me ask you something. What exactly do we need to pin on Kristy?"

"I'm not sure I follow you, Shane."

"We can call the cops on Greg, and he'll get arrested. But, do we need to link in Kristy? We'll tell her that you and I are going out now. What can she do? Have Greg shoot us? He'll have his hands full with the police."

"You know Shane, you make a very good point. I guess we're in the clear."

Wendy slid off the couch onto her knees and crawled over to Shane, who stood in the middle of the room. She tugged at his shorts and boxers, exposing his thick, flaccid penis. Holding his penis with her left hand, she swirled her tongue around the head. She used her right hand to tickle his testicles.

"I guess we can do whatever we want," she said to him with a grin.

Chapter 58

Greg entered the empty laundry room, greeted by the rattling of a washing machine on its final spin cycle. Greg dropped his laundry bag on the floor and started to fill an empty machine with his dirty clothes.

"Excuse me, I forgot my Bounce upstairs. Can you spare a sheet for me?"

Greg turned around and saw Dana. He dropped a dirty pair of socks and grabbed the box of dryer sheets. He pulled one out, and handed it to Dana. Dana grasped the sheet, her hand touching Greg's.

"Thanks," Dana said, smiling.

"I still think you're cute when you smile," Greg said.

Dana beamed, and threw herself at Greg. She rested her head against his chest as they tightly embraced.

"I'm sorry, Greg. I wanted to believe you, but I just couldn't. I've had a rough few weeks."

"Everything will be okay, Dana. I'm here, you're here, and that's all that matters."

"We could have been together all this time, if only I trusted you. Can I make it up to you?"

"How can you do that?"

Dana planted a kiss on Greg's lips. Instantly, their tongues found each other. Dana started to run her hands up the back of Greg's shirt, his bare skin against her fingertips.

"Sweetie, why don't we continue this upstairs?" Dana asked as she started leading Greg towards the elevators.

Chapter 59

Wendy's lips rubbed all over the hard shaft of Shane's dick. Her fingers reached around to lightly brush against the crack of his ass.

Shane's hands combed through Wendy's red, curly hair. He saw his penis escaping into Wendy's mouth, as she repeatedly inhaled his manhood. Her tongue flicked against the head of his cock.

"Oh, Wendy," Shane moaned.

Wendy took Shane's cue to quicken her pace. The tip of his meat banged against the back of the mouth, and into her throat. Shane started to buck his hips as the semen started to simmer in his testicles.

Running her hand down his crack, down under his balls, she lightly tickled the sensitive skin. Shane grabbed Wendy's hair and held her head in place. He went up on his tiptoes as he started to pour his juice down her throat.

Wendy opened her esophagus and let his cum stream through. Her lips and tongue continued to engage his dick as it pulsated, forcing the semen out. As the throbbing subsided, Wendy slowly slid his penis out of her mouth, slurping every bit of spit and sperm that she could.

Kneeling and looking up at Shane, she smiled from ear to ear.

"Okay, let's get to work," she said.

Chapter 60

Shane and Wendy drove by the Miller's Crossing apartment complex. In the parking lot, they searched for Greg's Chevy Cavalier. Wendy finally noticed it, and took down the license plate number.

They were going to call the State Police with an anonymous tip on a robbery they had witnessed. The couple drove around in Shane's Dodge Durango for about ten minutes before finding a public phone.

Shane picked up the handset and dialed zero.

"May I help you?" the voice answered.

"I need to talk to the State Police."

"Is this an emergency?"

"No," Wendy said.

"I will connect you."

The phone rang in Wendy's ear before another female answered.

"State Police."

"Hi, I have some information about a robbery I witnessed."

"Who is this?"

"I would prefer to remain anonymous. It was at a gas station off of the interstate. I saw a man around the age of twenty rob the clerk at gunpoint. I was able to get his plate number."

"Is there anything else you can tell me about this man?"

Wendy gave a brief description of Greg. She said that she saw the car heading southbound on the interstate after the robbery.

"That is all I can remember."

"Well, thank you very much for helping out the authorities."

"You're welcome."

Wendy hung up the phone.

"Well, that's over. I wish I knew what Kristy was up to, though."

"You want to know? Let's go find out."

Shane and Wendy got back into the sport utility vehicle and headed back to the Miller's Crossing apartments.

Chapter 61



Shane knocked on the door. Kristy opened it and a feeling of shock came over her.

"Shane! Wendy! What are you doing here?"

"We just came over to talk, Kristy," Shane answered.

"Well, come on in," Kristy said as she stepped aside and invited the couple in by sweeping her hand towards the couch.

"Kristy, we have something to tell you," he said as he sat on the couch next to Wendy.

"What's going on?" asked Kristy.

"Wendy and I have been seeing each other. Every since that night at the party, we've been inseparable."

Kristy was stunned.

"I thought you guys were my friends."

"Kristy, it wasn't planned. It just sort of happened," Wendy offered.

"Shane, after all I have done for you, this is how you treat me? By fucking my best friend?"

Kristy sobbed. Her eyes had turned blood red. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, and hysteria was starting to take over.

"You got me pregnant. I agreed to keep it a secret! I have been working for almost a month to figure out how to cover it up. And what do you do? You cheat on me? You make me sick!"

Wendy tired to calm down Kristy.

"Kristy, we didn't mean to hurt you."

"You shut up, Wendy! I give you the greatest sexual experience of your life, and this is how you repay me? You are both such assholes! You don't give a shit about me. You're just a couple of selfish bastards!"

"I'm sorry, Kristy, it is over. I want to be with Wendy," Shane said, in an attempt to end the argument quickly.

"Fuck you, Shane. I fucked my own brother for you. I made him think he was the father! Why? To cover your ass!" Kristy was screaming now.

"That wasn't my idea, Kristy. You came up with this scheme. I never told you to fuck Greg."

"Wait, she fucked Greg?" Wendy asked.

"Yeah, Wendy, she did. Her grand plan was to make Greg think he was the father, so he would take care of it."

"I'm sorry, that is a little too much. Kristy, you should really get some serious help. Shane, I think we should go. I don't feel comfortable being here anymore."

"Fine, go, you inconsiderate jerks! I hate you! I hate both of you!"

Kristy buried her head into a throw pillow on the couch and cried as the door slammed.

Chapter 62

Greg and Dana sloppily made out in Dana's bedroom. Dana placed her glasses on the nightstand. Greg slipped off his shorts and boxers, placing Dana's hand on his erection. Dana liked feeling the hardness in her hand.

"Now, Greg. I want you."

Dana closed the shades on the window, and turned off the lights. She stripped off her shirt and shorts. She stood before him in her black bra and pink undies. After climbing under a sheet in her bed, she peeled off her bra and undies. Greg ripped off his tee shirt, and got on his hands and knees between Dana's legs.

"Are you sure, Dana?"

"Yes. I am very sure. I don't want to miss another opportunity."

Greg started to slip inside Dana.

"Go slowly, sweetie."

The moisture started to build in Dana's pussy as the head of his cock played at the entrance to her garden. Ever slightly, Greg pushed further inside.

"Does it hurt, Dana?"

"Yes, but its okay."

Greg continued to progress his penis into her vagina, which was getting wetter with every push. Dana bit her bottom lip and Greg tried to get inside. Dana felt his penis sliding more easily against the walls of her vagina. She wrapped her legs around Greg's body and pushed him in further.

She gasped as the full length of his shaft was now inside her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, just let me get used to it."

Dana lay there, amazed at how it felt to have a penis inside of her. He looked up at Greg's brown eyes and craned her neck to kiss his lips.

"I love you, Greg."

"I love you, too."

Rocking her hips, she felt his dick slipping over her clitoris. She continued this motion. Greg followed her lead and started to move his hips with her rhythm.

It didn't take long. Greg felt his orgasm building fast.

"Dana, I don't know how long I will last."

"Its okay, I'm on the pill."

Greg moaned as he continued humping Dana. Dana stopped as she heard shouting coming from the other room.

"Fuck you, Shane!" Dana heard Kristy shout.

Greg groaned as he readied to blow his load.

"I fucked my own brother for you."

"What?" Dana yelled. She pushed Greg off of her just as he exploded. Uncontrolled, he shot his seed all over Dana's face and body.

"You're fucking sick! Get out of here!"

A naked Dana jumped and shoved Greg off the bed.

"Dana, please."

"No! You're a liar and you're fucking disgusting!"

Dana didn't even give Greg a chance to grab his clothes. She kept pushing him toward the door, digging her fingernails into his skin if he resisted. Getting to the front door, Dana opened it.

"Get the fuck out! Now!" she screamed.

Greg tried to retreat to the bedroom to grab his clothes, but Dana grabbed his arm. She dug her nails in so deep that she drew blood.

"Ow!" Greg yelped. "Okay, I'll leave!"

Greg walked into the hallway and Dana slammed and locked the door behind him. She collapsed on the floor by the door, unable to stop crying.

Chapter 63



"Greg Simmons, stop! You're under arrest!"

Two Thomas Mill police officers walked down the hallway. Greg stood naked with his hands raised over his head.

"You're under arrest for armed robbery."

As one of the officers started to place handcuffs on him, tears started to roll down his cheeks. He looked down at his flaccid penis, wondering how it screwed up his life.