Dorsai - Taxi

The idea that Daneesha might say something that would get Tania or me in trouble was something that I'd already thought of, and was worried about. But I had to figure Tania knew her sister – sex life excluded – well enough to short-circuit any ideas Daneesha might have about using threats as a bargaining tool.

From the expression on Daneesha's face, I knew she'd been thinking of doing what Tania had just told her not to – and that Tania's apparent willingness to 'come clean' with their parents had done exactly what it was meant to: cut her off at the knees. Tania could see it, too, and told her sister "That's what I expected. Now, go on over there and sit down where you can't listen while I talk to Jim. And maybe you should think about what I just told you, while you're there!"

Daneesha looked like she was going to start crying any moment, but did as she was told, taking the chair farthest from where Tania and I were still (barely) coupled on the bed.

Keeping our heads turned away from where Daneesha was sitting, Tania and I spent the next few minutes trying to figure out what to do about Daneesha. It finally got down to the point where Tania told me "Jim, I wish to hell none of this had ever happened. As good as you've made me feel tonight, I'd still give it all up if it meant that you didn't have to worry about my damn little sister getting you into some kind of trouble."

"Tania, it's done, and there's nothing that can change it. The thing to do now is figure out what's next. I hate to say this, but she isn't my sister, and I've got no idea what to say or do – which means that it's going to have to be up to you. I'll answer any question I can; and I'm ready to back you up, whatever you decide – but it's still your decision. I'm sorry."

She shook her head, and told me "No, don't be sorry – you're exactly right. Right now, I wish she wasn't my sister, either, but she is, and I have to figure something out. Except I don't have the faintest idea of where to start."

"If it helps any, try to figure out what you think the most basic problem is, and see if you can find a solution to THAT. Then you can try to find ways to adjust it to work with the rest." I offered.

She managed to give me a small smile, and I just held her for the next few minutes as she thought about what was needed. By unspoken agreement, both of us were careful not to move our bodies any more than necessary; neither of us figured that trying to deal with the Daneesha problem while my cum was running out of Tania would help our case any. I felt her head give a little shake, and then a few seconds later, she asked "Jim, would you have sex with my sister – the way you had sex with me – so that she WON'T want to sleep around, trying to find a guy that'll make her feel good, when there aren't any?"

The question was so unexpected, and so off-the-wall, that all I could do was blink at her a few times before asking "Am I understanding correctly that now you want me to fuck your sister?"

She seemed to realize the problem I was having, and said "The basic problem is that she's already started having sex, and isn't happy with it yet. You heard her: Jamal wasn't any good, and she was going to try some of the older guys at school to see if they could make it nice for her. I don't doubt for a minute that she'll do exactly that, either – and unless she's real damn lucky, she isn't going to find one that can do what she wants; so she's going to keep trying until everybody in school thinks she's a slut, or until our Dad finds out. On the other hand, if she does find someone that can make her happy, then maybe – maybe! – she'll realize that it's only special if SHE makes it that way, and she'll decide not to let just anybody between her legs, and choose to wait until she finds a guy that deserves her. But the only way it'll work is if she's with that special person just the one time, and then no more after that, so she doesn't keep running off to get fucked every chance she gets. In other words, she has to get laid once well enough to make her not want to settle for anything less – at least, not until she's old enough to understand what she wants, and how to get it. I'm thinking that if you make her feel as good as you've made me feel, then I can convince her not to sleep around. She told us that Jamal didn't do anything for her, and you heard her say she listened to us talking, so I can make sure she understands that younger guys – ones even close to her age, that even might be interested in her – won't be able to make her feel as good as you. I'm thinking that once she finds out how good sex can be, she won't settle for just fucking, with somebody like Jamal. You having good sex with her now, once, will keep her from having lots of bad sex with a bunch of guys in the future."

Even after she explained herself, and what she expected would happen, it still took me several seconds to understand that she was actually serious. But I thought about what she'd said, and ran through her explanation several times in my mind; I had to admit that if her premises were correct, and she was right about what Daneesha would do, then her conclusion seemed plausible. The only real problem I had with it, in fact, was the fact that I was the one that was not only supposed to have sex with a fifteen-year-old girl, but make it pleasant enough for her that she'd want to forsake all other males until she reached the age of majority – a proposition that seemed fairly remote, to me. I was confident that I was a reasonably good lover in bed; but that good?

I expressed my concerns to Tania, and she just smiled and said "She hasn't had any better of a time with guys than I have; maybe even worse. I'd bet cash money that if you did her the same way you did me, that would be all she'd need. I only see two real problems. The first is that she's only fifteen, and you could get into trouble if she got it into her head to tell anyone. But there are two things that make me believe that would never happen: I don't doubt that if you made her as happy as you made me, she'd never want anything to happen to you because of it; and the second is that even if she did say anything about it, I'd swear on a stack of Bibles that you never even touched either one of us. She's gotten into trouble enough times that if it came down to my word against hers, people would believe me, not her. The other problem is that she only knows about having a guy inside her – fucking. I don't know how willing she'd be about doing any of the other stuff that you and I did – like using our mouths on each other. But I'm positive that if I showed her that I was willing to do that stuff, she'd want to be 'grown up' and try it, too. I don't doubt she'd like what YOU do, and as long as you didn't squirt in her mouth, I don't think she'd really mind the other; she might not like it, but I don't think she'd actually DISlike it, either. So I think the only real question is whether or not you think you'd like to hump my little sister." – the last followed by a wry grin.

I still had to face the question of whether or not I wanted to take the chance of boffing a fifteen year old girl. Sure, she was cute, and sexy as hell – but still only fifteen. Tania seemed to understand that I still had to think about it, and waited the couple of minutes it took me to work things out in my mind.

I finally got things settled, and told her "I'm not real wild about the idea, but if you think that having sex with me would help her, I'm willing to at least try. I expect you know that I've got my ass hanging out by a country mile with this, but you've been willing to trust me, so I'm going to trust you."

Tania gave me a smile of reassurance before she told me "You'll see – it'll be okay. I'm going to talk to her first, okay?"

I nodded, and both of us turn our heads to look over to where Daneesha was sitting. I could see that she looked fairly miserable, and thought that the talk she'd gotten might have done some good.