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Chapter 12

When Francie Collins left Stan Hawley, she hurried back along the road toward her own house. Her heart was pounding with excitement and with the daring excuse she had told the man. It had been a hard choice to make, but she hoped now that she would not be sorry. Hawley had been great fun the night before, but somehow now that she had managed to seduce him, some of the thrill was gone. Not that he wasn't good-he was. Plenty good! But he'd appreciate her more if she weren't quite so available whenever he snapped his fingers. Besides, tonight she had a more exciting offer.

She thought again about the previous night, first with Stan Hawley, then with her blackmailing fucking brother. It had been an exciting night all the way around. And this morning, her brother had come to her again with a deal. He told her how much he had liked fucking her, wanted more. His buddy Drew Hawley was due back from a canoe trip today, and why didn't she spend the evening with the two of them? He had a couple of six-packs of beer stashed away and knew where there was an empty cabin they could use. Drew had been off in the woods for more than a week, and he would be ready for a good time and a good piece of ass.

At first, Francie had hesitated. She promised Jack her answer by dinner time. She had savored the memory of Stan Hawley taking her. More and more she found herself wondering what his son would be like-and more and more she found herself liking the idea. And Jack. Her brother had surprised her last night, both in the size of his sex tool and his talent in using it. More than that, the prospect of having two of them at the same time was the strongest attraction. She'd never had more than one cock at a time before. She decided to spend the night with the two boys. It was sure to be more exciting than a few stolen minutes with Stan Hawley.

So she met Stan and stalled him until the following day. She could have her cake and eat it, too.

Now at the road to her house she stopped and peered past it into the darkness. At first she saw nothing, but then a shadow moved and she saw the pale glint of moonlight on a moving figure. It was Jack. He waved a hand and she followed his gesture. When she caught up to him, he slipped his arm through hers and hurried her along the dark road.

"Drew's waiting for us," he said.

"Where are we going?"

He grinned and she saw the flash of white teeth.

"There's a cabin about a half-mile down the road that's been empty all summer. We've been using it, always straightening up when we leave so no one knows we've been there. Very convenient."

Francie frowned. "Who's we?" she asked.

"Me, Drew, a few of the other guys around." He spoke softly, almost in a whisper. They were walking past driveways to other cabins. Francie rarely came this way along the lake, and she had no idea who was living at the cabins and which were vacant. But her brother seemed to know, and she followed him, half-running with quick little steps from time to time to keep up with his long, loping stride. Funny, she hadn't realized how grown up Jack was until now. He'd always been just a pesky brother, someone to fight with and resent. But now, he was an interesting young man.

About a half-mile along the road, the trees thickened considerably and the road was flanked on both sides with dark woods. Francie had seen the cabins along this stretch of road. They were far apart, with high brush and woods surrounding them. Each one was virtually isolated from its neighbors.

Jack steered her down a sloping drive toward the lakefront. The cabin squatted near the water, a brooding, dark outline against the night sky. The sound of the lapping waves on the sand and rocks was the only noise.

Jack held her hand and guided her up the few steps leading to the back door of the house. He rapped very softly, twisted the knob. Then they waited while soft footsteps inside the house came toward the door. The door swung in and they entered quickly.

Francie held her breath and clutched Jack's arm in the pitch blackness of the interior of the cabin. There were no lights, and the shades had been drawn at all the windows, blocking any outside light. She heard the sound of movement; then a match flared. Drew Hawley held it up and grinned at them.

"Let's get in the other room. A light here might be seen from the road." He moved toward the front of the cabin, the match flickering as the air caught it. Jack led Francie through the small kitchen and into a larger room at the front of the house. "In the bedroom," Drew said.

"There aren't any drapes on the picture window. It's like a goddamn movie screen from the lake."

In the bedroom, Drew closed the door, struck another match and lit a lamp on the dresser. "Welcome to my lair," he said with a grin.

Francie looked around the room. It was a large bedroom on the corner of the house. The windows were covered by shades and over them heavy drapes of red velvet had been pulled. There was a huge four-poster bed at one wall, a large chaise lounge, a dresser, a vanity table and a metal stand with a small TV set. She was duly impressed, and grinned at the two boys.

"Who'd leave a joint like this empty all summer?" she asked.

Drew grinned back at her. "Our fairy godmother!" He turned and lifted the top of a small cooler on the floor near the dresser. He extracted three cans of beer and popped the lids, handed one to each of the others, then lifted his own in a toast. "To the Edwards family. May they long rest in the city while we enjoy their pad!" He put the can of beer to his lips and drank. When he lowered the can, his lips were flecked with foam.

Francie felt the excitement rising in her chest. This was going to be a night to remember. She drank some of the beer and liked the cool, tart flavor.

"Now," Jack said, "let's get comfortable. I vote we strip now and save ourselves the bother later."

"Hear, hear! I'll drink to that," Drew said.

Giggling slightly, Francie hid her surprise. They both knew what they wanted and they didn't bother playing games about it. Obviously, Jack had told Drew about the night before, at least about the time he had spent with her. She wondered if he'd told the other boy that Francie had also accommodated his father? The idea made her smile. Maybe they could invite Mr. Hawley, too. She giggled again and drank down some more beer.

Drew set down his can of beer and began to undress. "Come on, you two-get with the program!"

Jack grinned and glanced at his sister. Then he began to take off his clothes. Francie watched in amazement and interest as the two boys became naked bodies in front of her eyes. She saw the jeans pull down over the slim boy hips, saw the dark, enticing triangles of pubic hair, then the thrilling long cocks dangling over heavy balls. She looked from one to the other of them, measuring with her eye and finding the pricks equally long and promising. Drew's cock was perhaps a trifle shorter than Jack's, but it looked thicker around-as if it would have a hard time getting into a cunt because of its diameter. Even soft as it was now, it looked almost ominous. The difference in size and shapes of penises fascinated Francie.

They were naked then, their clothes tossed on a chair near the bed. And they were both looking her, waiting. Drew lifted his can of beer again and smiled at her. "Come on, baby…"

In slow motion, Francie unfastened her shorts and drew them down over her wide, full hips. Drew licked his lips and sipped some more beer.

She was wearing thin nylon panties, bikini style. The haze of white cloth covered but did not hide her thick thatch of pubic hair, and the eyes of both boys were drawn to it at once. Drew licked his lips again.

She left the panties on while she skimmed the knit shirt over her head and down her arms. She knew even without looking that both boys were now staring at her tits in the sheer nylon bra. The bra was made of stretch nylon, and it clung to the heavy, full curves of her breasts, holding them lightly without binding them. Each move she made was translated to a jiggling, bouncing motion of the pendulous tits, and the boys' eyes widened in appreciation. As she tossed the shirt to the chair, Francie glanced at the crotches of the boys and saw the first stirring of their excitement.

"God!" Drew shook his head and grinned as he looked at the size of her tits. Even under the cloth, they were the most exciting things he'd ever laid eyes on. It was hard to believe she was only thirteen! He thought of his two scrawny kid sisters who hadn't even begun to develop yet. Christ, this was the kind of sister to have. He drank some more beer and felt his cock tighten as his juices stirred.

In panties and bra, Francie stood a few seconds and let the boys enjoy the sight of her. Then she caught the elastic of the bra in her fingers and began to pull the flimsy garment up over her head.

It stretched, pulled hard over the mounds of her tits, popped as it released the heavy domes of flesh. She heard Drew gasp in delighted astonishment, sucking air into his lungs as the full impact of her body's size struck him. She tossed the bra and quickly jerked down the panties. Her tits swayed and hung like huge melons as she bent forward to get her pants off and kick them aside. Then she stood up, very straight, with her shoulders pulled back hard so the tits jutted forward. She looked at her brother, then at Drew.

Drew couldn't believe the size of her boobs. His mouth watered at the sight of them, and he could feel his cock getting a hard-on just looking at her. He thought about what Jack had told him-how the other boy had fucked his own sister the night before, after she had come home from her dalliance with Drew's old man. God, thirteen! And an accomplished screwer! This was going to be a night to remember! He grinned at Jack and glanced at the boy's prick. It was expanding with need, too. Yeah, this was going to be quite a night! He polished off the rest of the beer and bent to the cooler for another can.

Jack moved to the bed and pulled back the white fuzzy spread and the red blanket under it. He folded them carefully over the foot of the bed. They wouldn't be needing them. He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to his sister. "Come on over here where we can see you better, Francie."

Francie walked to the bed and sat down. Her brother's hungry eyes were taking in her naked body and it was like being caressed. Francie liked the feeling. Drew came around and sat on the bed behind her, pulling her backward and forcing her to lie down. She giggled and held up the beer so it wouldn't slosh. Drew grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her head so it was high enough for drinking the beer without sitting up.

"All the comforts, baby." Drew grinned at her. His hand slid across her shoulder and to her breast, capturing the large dome under the palm that was cool from holding the iced can of beer. Francie squealed and smiled at the boy.

"Nice," she said.

"You like?"

"I like." And she knew she was going to have a very good time.

Drew felt the tit, high and ripe and full. He rubbed his palm over the corrugated patch of the nipple, pressed a finger into the soft cushion of coral. The nipple began to swell and emerge from the red nest.

Francie could feel the drawing sensation as her hormones stirred and began to pour out. Her cunt felt damp and hot already, even though neither of the boys had touched her there.

When Drew had brought the rosy twin pips to turgid attention he paused to drain half the new can of suds. He licked his lips and put the can on the bedside table, then bent to suck Francie's dark, tempting tit.

In the flickery light of the kerosene lamp, she looked very appetizing indeed. He grinned as he saw Jack bring his mouth down to the other dome of erotic flesh.

Francie moaned softly. She had a boy at each breast, and they were sucking and licking her until she could hardly lie still. Her body was coming alive with heat and need, a deep desire for a lot of sex-play.

She knew that this would not be any rush job. Both boys planned on savoring everything she had to offer. The idea was exciting-in many ways.

Carefully, so as not to disturb either of the hungry tongues at her tits, Francie emptied the beer in a long swallow. She felt a little giddy from drinking it so fast. She had never had the chance to drink much-an occasional beer at a party when the adults weren't around. She liked the giggly bubbly feeling, and more than that, she liked the hot tongues on her tits. She reached to the side of the bed and set the empty can on the table. She snuggled down into the pillow Drew had given her, and gave her whole attention to the loving session that was just beginning.

Jack tasted the hot tit on his cool tongue and sucked at the slightly beery flavor of Francie's tit-peak. He liked seeing his sister naked this way-in the light where he could appreciate the sight of her as well as the feel of her. The night before had been great fucking, but tonight he was going to feast his eyes and mind and body on her. Drew had suggested the party when Jack told him about last night. Drew's plans included some things that Jack had never tried before-like asshole fucking, both of them doing Francie at the same time, maybe even trying to get both cocks into her tight cunt for double-header fucking. God, he got all hot and bothered just thinking about it! And the nicest part was that they didn't have to rush. No one knew where they were; no one would disturb them. They had all night.