"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.
Her face turned to my direction and our eyes met. I was talking to her with mine. What are you doing? I felt like asking. What kind of a scene is this, for crying out loud?
I looked at David's groin again, and his dick was starting to harden. It wasn't just hanging there anymore. Slowly, surely, the tip was beginning to point upward, and the barrel of him was growing thicker almost with each heartbeat. I swear I could almost hear the steady pump-pump of blood into his cock, making it stick up and out, making it rise, fill, harden.
Abruptly, Dierdre wrested her nipples free from him. She jogged away from David. He followed her, hands reaching, cock erect now, sticking straight out, as if it were reaching too.
"Not yet," she said. "Remember, we have a guest." He stopped, and both of them looked at me, and if you want to talk about bulging eyes, you can talk about mine!
"Huh?" I said as they flanked me. David here, Dierdre there, both of them dark-haired, golden skinned, him naked, her almost naked, and then both of them were touching me, stroking my face, my hair, fingers gliding down my arms, across the cones of my titties, down my belly, I was still clothed, in my sweet little school uniform no less, but as they drank me with their eyes I felt as naked as they were, David put his hand on my shoulder and pulled gently. I found myself leaning forward. He offered me his mouth, and I took it. Funny. Last night I'd wondered if I hadn't found something a lot better than boys, but the moment his lips touched mine, I knew that I still had a hell of a lot to learn. About myself about life, sex about everything. He cupped a breast while he kissed me, and I put one hand on his hip. It was bare, warm from the sun, covered with a light mist of sweat, and my fingers began to itch as soon as they felt him. Before I knew it, I was digging into one of his buttocks, marveling at the taut, muscular hardness of him. He swiveled his lower body, my hand slid off him only to bounce against the hard shaft of his penis. When it tapped me on the side of my hand, a little quiver of electricity shot through me. I grabbed him. Wickedly. Excitedly. He was long, but not really thick a bit bigger around than an old fashioned broom handle and he seemed to fit inside my fist perfectly, as if we were matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. As he kissed me, I began to pump his cock in my hand, the strokes growing faster and faster. I didn't know what kind of weird sex scene David and Dierdre were into, but I was ready to join it, even if the idea made me a little nervous.