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Ron Taylor: Two hot families

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But those were old, bitter feelings, and it was no time to be bringing them up, even in my head. I looked across at Dierdre as she toked on the red-tipped joint, and I settled in the seat, smug in the knowledge that I had a friend. And a lover. Oh, God did I!

Last night had been too much. I hadn't expected anything like that on my first day at this new school, and the surprise was the sweetest I could remember in all my life. God, the way we made it together, me and Dierdre! I'd always thought sex was more than a little overrated. I mean, it seemed that I could have more fun by myself and I didn't even have to put on makeup. But she'd taught me something, and I was grateful for the lesson. When certain people came together, magic could happen. In our case, it did happen.

Dierdre lived in one of the Kentucky suburbs of Cincinnati. We drove down a lot of tree lined streets after we crossed the Ohio River, and after a while Dierdre turned into a wall flanked driveway and we climbed a low hill, up to the house, which looked like a small colonial mansion, the white columns holding up the front porch roof, and everything. She parked the MG in a garage set off from the house, and we got out of the car, each of us carrying a bag full of weekend clothes. Mine were mostly bikinis and jeans she'd said we'd be spending our holiday casually and outdoors as much as possible.

"There's David's cycle," she said, pointing to an Indian nosed into one corner of the garage. "He must be home from work early. You'll like David," she went on, leading me out of the garage and into the house. "He has a high IQ, but he doesn't want to go to college – spends his time working at a garage in town, fixing cars and hot-rodding motorcycles."

The house was neat, and furnished mostly with antiques. It looked like a house that was lived in, too, though. I wondered what our house in Cleveland looked like now. Nobody was there most of the time. Daddy was always traveling, and I was always in school. Last time I was home, all the furniture was covered up and the electricity was even turned off.

"We have a guest room, but you might as well stay with me," Dierdre said leading me into a lovely bedroom. A big four-poster bed with canopy, even velvet curtains on the windows. Antique dresser and a full-length mirror framed in gilt – it reflected the bed, too, which was a nice touch. If we got to use that bed as it was meant to be used, we could steal peeks at ourselves in the mirror. Might be another kind of turn-on.

I was putting my suitcase out of the way when Dierdre went to the window. "Oh, good! David's down by the pool. Let's go join him, okay?" I looked over her shoulder, saw a vista of wide patio and enormous swimming pool, fenced around with a hedge and a high, privacy wall. Maybe that wall had helped Dierdre get tanned all over. I didn't see David not at first. Then something moved, and it turned out to be the very top of his head, showing over the back of a lounge chair faced away from us. He had a mass of thick dark hair, like his sister.

"Okay. Why not?" I was proud of the nonchalance with which I said it, because, right then, I wanted nothing in this whole Goddamned world more than to throw Dierdre Banks onto her four-poster canopied bed, to rip her clothes and to stick my tongue up her pussy far enough to tickle her tonsils from underneath.

So we went down the back stairs, through the kitchen and out, onto the patio. "I'm home," Dierdre called, and the head turned. Her brother looked at us round the side of the chair and she was right – he did remind me of Warren Beatty, in a way, but not a whole lot. Basically, he was just good-looking. Really. He smiled and it seemed that smile was meant just for me. I tossed one back at him as we marched nearer.

"Hi," he said, not getting up, and looking around.

"This is Barbara," Dierdre added. "She's just started at school. We're very good friends, so be nice to her. Well, aren't you going to get up and say hi, like a gentlemen? Or are you spending too much time as a grease monkey?"

He grinned, and then one long bare leg slid over the edge of the chair, followed by the other one, and he was standing there, bowing slightly from the waist as we came on toward him, and he was as naked as the day he was born! Tanned all over, just like his sister, and well-built on a tallish, broad-shouldered frame, with what looked like six or seven inches of limp meat hanging between his legs, shaking a little as he did his bow.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Dierdre said. She moved on when I stopped short, and David straightened up. She went to him, he put his arms around her, and he swept her into one of those low swooping kisses like you see in Rudolph Valentino movies, where the Sheik has literally bowled his lady over.

My eyes enlarged a good bit more than they already were, and it's a wonder they didn't pop right out of their sockets. He was bending her backwards, making loud gluttony sounds as he kissed her on the mouth, and he had his hands low down, clutching the same perky ass I'd kissed and played with all last night. They didn't look like any brother and sister I'd ever seen, and I wondered if she was putting me on.

"Mmm mm," Dierdre said, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. She smacked her lips, as if she were savoring the taste of him. "Well come here," she said, "and meet David."

She had one arm around his shoulders, leaning against him, and she didn't seem to notice that her other hand was smoothing his bronze, hairless chest, gliding over his pectorals, stopping now and then to tickle one of his small, taut-looking nipples. And his pecker just hung there, a really long dangle. Except for a boy who'd just missed being my fourth fuck, it was the first limp cock I'd ever seen. And I wondered if I should be seeing it at all.

"Hi, Barb," he said and he offered me his hand. I came nearer, took it, not sure whether I should look up or down. If I looked up, I saw his eyes green like Dierdre's staring frankly at me, and if I looked down, I'd appear to be staring at his cock.

Dierdre took care of some of my confusion. Her hand slid down David's smooth flat stomach, and the tips of her fingers brushed the upper rim of his pubic hair. He was furry crotched, like his sister, but he had a smooth chest, and I found that attractive. I looked down, saw what she was doing, and I felt myself starting to blush furiously. "What's wrong?" Dierdre asked innocently, and her fingers made a tight ring around the base of her brother's tool. She wiggled her hand, and the cock seemed to do a little dance, springing out at me, then flipping back. I yelped, did a little dance of my own. She laughed, and so did David, both of them showing off small, perfect, sharp white teeth, and I felt like a dumb ass. But why should I?

Dierdre let him go and stepped to the side. "Well," she said, "I promised you a lot of sun and a good place to work on your tan, didn't I, baby? Want to get started now?"

She turned away from David, saying, "Unbutton me, would you?" He worked behind her a moment, and her jumper fell down, and there she was, with just her blouse and undies, and in a moment more she wasn't wearing the blouse either.

David whistled as she faced him again. "Those are sharp. Where'd you get them, Frederick's of Hollywood again?" He was right. Her bra and panties were dynamite – the bra was cut out to let her nipples jut forth, and they were jutting perkily, while her panties had no crotch, featuring instead a long lace-trimmed slit that was currently full of Dierdre's thick glossy pubic hair. She worked her shoulders, so that her tits jiggled at him, and he grabbed, fingers seizing the nipples I'd learned to adore last night.

"Mmm," he said in admiration, stooping forward, replacing his fingers with his lips. He sucked her vigorously for a few minutes, and she caressed his head, purring out little humming noises of appreciation through her lightly clenched teeth.

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