Senior Year: A Year to Remember

"...would...you like to join us for dinner, Peter?" Lana said through gritted teeth, her eyes furious and her head nodding side to side. Peter smiled and pushed past Lana and walked to the dining room.

"Don't mind if I do, actually! Thanks Mr. Stevenson!"

Peter sat next to Veronica and gave her a wink. She scoffed and looked away. Peter shrugged and greeted Lana's mother who had brought out a magnificent looking platter of roast beef topped with chanterelles and a green peppercorn sauce.

"Well, if it isn't our little tutor, Mr. Lee! Lana should have told me you were coming for dinner, I would have made more!"

Lana and Veronica definitely inherited their looks from their mother, who was probably no older than 45. She had the same great facial structure and not a wrinkle lay on her cheery countenance. Their father, on the other hand, looked much older. His hair was greying, and his rough jaw looked to be carved out of granite.

"Oh, Mrs. Stevenson. I only require a few pieces of your lovely food—a single bite already has me through the roof...much more than that would probably have me flying to the moon in bliss!" Peter said, totally serious.

Lana's mother blushed and placed the platter in the middle of the table before running back into the kitchen.

"My, my. This one is quite the charmer," Veronica said sarcastically.

"Oh give him a break Veronica, he's working on it," Adam quipped as he took his seat next to Lana who looked like she was having an anxiety attack. "It's not his fault he isn't as naturally debonaire as I am, right Lana?"

"Right. James Bond Jr." Lana replied, rolling her eyes just like Veronica.

"Always learning," Peter said, looking straight at Adam. "The only true wisdom is knowing you know nothing."

"Socrates," Veronica chimed in, smiling a little before returning to her neutral sneer.

"Right, though it was written by Plato in the Socratic dialogues...so who knows if he ever actually said that," Peter replied nonchalantly as he began to scoop some of the whipped potatoes onto his plate. Veronica looked impressed. She turned her head to re-examine Peter, looking him over one more time. She wasn't the only one. Mr. Stevenson, a history buff himself, was nodding quietly to himself.

"You've read them?" Veronica asked, inquisitively.

"Oh yeah, good read. Tried to read it in the original Greek, but I keep mixing up the syntax and conjugation," Peter continued, as he began to crunch on the crispy brussel sprouts. "I'm really into Alexander the Great so I wanted to do a little more research into his mentality."

"Now there was a man!" Mr. Stevenson said proudly. "Never lost a single battle. Took over most of the goddamn world at the time before he was 33."

"Well, except with malaria," Peter joked. Veronica laughed at this but caught herself before anyone noticed.

"Yeah, he was a conqueror, right?" Adam was trying to keep up with the conversation. "Just like this year's football team, am I right? 5-0, baby!"

"Go Lancers!" Mr. Stevenson said proudly. "I hope we go all the way this year. That would truly be a magnificent conquest for you Adam. That would be your Persia."

Adam looked a little confused by this statement.

"You mean like 9/11? To get revenge?" Adam ventured. Mr. Stevenson shook his head in astonished incredulity.

"No...Alexander the Great took it over," Mr. Stevenson started. "You know what, never mind. How about those Lakers?"

As the conversation veered to athletics, Peter was busy imagining a very different type of conquest. Peter looked over at Lana and remembered the look she gave him when he had moved her panties to the side for the very first time. She had bit her lip, and moaned as he brushed his fingers against the folds between her legs. He remembered how she had guided his dick into her bare pussy, her warm tunnel slick from her arousal. He remembered staring at the picture of Lana and Adam on her dresser as he tore through her maidenhead, claiming the virginity that was meant for this dumb jock at the dinner table. Most of all, he remembered the pleasurable electricity that spread across his body as he shot spurt after spurt of his seed into the girl sitting by her "boyfriend" who was currently sitting across the table from him. All this before Adam had even seen her naked. That was conquering...not running a ball across a line on a field.

"You don't play any sports, do you Peter?" Adam asked.

"No, don't really have the time. What with ASB, debate, and the Memory Olympics, all I can fit out is a few workouts here and there," Peter replied.

"You the master debater now?" Adam said, laughing at his own joke.

"Wait, what is the Memory Olympics?" Veronica asked.

"Oh it's just this stupid thing...a competition of memory...like...you know what? It's easier if I show you. Give me that book you have there," Peter said, gesturing to the copy of "Roman Mythology: A Collection" that sat by Veronica's plate. She handed it to him, intrigued. He flipped to the first page, stared at it for a few seconds then handed it back to Veronica.

"Look at the ISBN number right there. xxxxx," Peter said.

"That's amazing!" Veronica said, a genuine smile across her face. "Do you have a photographic memory or something?"

"Oh no. Eidetic memory is a myth. My memory is actually pretty average. I just know how to hack it, is all," Peter said. "I just take number combinations...say 102...and I equate that to a visual image, say my Psychology teacher's mustache. The class is Psych 102, so I use his mustache as the image of 102 in my mind. Then when I see a number combination, I just remember my different mental images and make a story out of it. It's called the method of loci, supposedly invented by Simonides."

"You've got to show me sometime," Veronica replied, nodding her head approvingly.

"Sure! It's really not that hard if you practice," Peter said. He stared a second longer than normal into Veronica's eyes, and she turned away abruptly.

"You've got a knack for those numbers, kiddo," Lana's father interjected. "Maybe you can talk to Veronica's boyfriend. He's interning at some big hedge fund and they keep talking about needing more quants to join them."

"Funny you should say that," Peter said. "After investing so much this summer, I think I'll be majoring in Business Statistics and Mathematics in college."

"Investing? How did you do this year?" Mr. Stevenson asked.

"Pretty well. I think I made enough to cover my college tuition if I don't get any scholarships," Peter replied. Veronica took notice of this, gently nodding as she took a bite of the glazed carrots. Peter caught her glancing his way, but was thrown off by the sound of Adam's loud voice.

"I just got offered a scholarship to USC! 5-0 baby! " Adam said loudly, annoyed that he wasn't participating in the conversation. Everyone congratulated him. With that, they all began to tuck into their food (which was magnificent) in earnest. Peter was relieved to see that Lana had calmed down, allowing him to focus more on getting to know Veronica, much to Lana's chagrin. Veronica was actually interesting and articulate (unlike Lana), and Peter noted that she was much more pleasant to talk to after she judged you worthy of her time. She talked at lengths about her boyfriend and how they had started dating after being friends for awhile.

"...then one day he said, 'Hey, you should be my girlfriend', and I guess that was that," Veronica said, a weird expression crossing her face.

"Wow, that's one way to do it, I guess," Peter said, chuckling a bit as he put his hand on Veronica's shoulder. "I would have told you that the only thing that outshines your beauty is your mind, and that I would be the luckiest man alive if I could call you mine." Veronica blushed a bit, not noticing Peter's hand stroking her shoulder. Lana noticed.

After dinner was finished, Lana walked over to Peter's side of the table and grabbed his hand.

"Okay Petey, help me with this last problem and we can call it a night," she said. She gestured to her boyfriend. "Adam, you can go watch some reruns or something while I finish my homework."

Adam shrugged and made his way to the couch where Mr. Stevenson had already made himself comfortable. Peter noticed Veronica's eyes on him yet again, and he met her gaze for a few seconds before she returned her attention to her book. "Was she biting her lip?" Peter asked himself. Lana pulled Peter's hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom.

No longer than thirty seconds after entering into Lana's bedroom, Peter had his shirt off and his pants down by his ankles. Lana was on her knees—still fully clothed in her tank top and shorts, her warm lips wrapped around Peter's thick cock. He moved his fingers through her silky black hair and grabbed the back of her head as he pushed his throbbing member deeper down her throat, causing her to gag a bit as it passed her uvula. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and began licking up and down his shaft, coating it with her saliva. Lana stared up at him and grinned as she flicked her tongue around the head of his penis, kissing the opening of his penis before letting the entire thing slide down her throat once again.

"Hnngh...dammit Lana, you are perfect," Peter said as he helped Lana to her feet. Lana unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the ground. She was wearing black bikini cut panties that hugged the curves of her hips. She lifted the bottom of her shirt, and traced her fingers up her flat stomach. Peter got on his knees and brought her hips close to him, taking in the scent of her sex and body lotion. He kissed the gentle hill of her pubis through the fabric of her panties.

"Get on the fucking bed," Peter whispered.

Lana giggled as she jumped onto the bed and laid back slowly, bringing her knees up to her chest and spreading her thighs to give Peter a magnificent look at the moistening triangle of fabric clinging to her pubic mound. With trembling fingers, he moved it to the side, uncovering the warmth and slickness of her unprotected pussy. He rubbed his dick up and down her wet slit, covering the head with her lubrication. He lined it up and supported her legs with his arms under her knees.

"This one is for Adam," Peter said. Lana feigned disapproval and giggled.

Peter pushed the length of his member into Lana, making her grunt a bit as his dick hit the entrance of her cervix. His thrusts were slow at first but began to increase in rhythm as her pussy accommodated to his girth. He grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and began to pound it in, his balls slapping against Lana's ass melodically. He pushed her legs more into her chest as he increased the pace even more, readying himself to release his load.

"Where do you want it, baby?" Peter whispered as he continued his assault on her pussy.

" In my pussy...I want to feel your fucking hot cum inside me again," she moaned. Peter gritted his teeth and tried to cloud his mind to what his body was commanding him to do. He wanted to time it perfectly, right on the crescendo of ecstasy, the perfect note to top off this sexual refrain. Peter's pace increased, pushing his hips to meet Lana's own pelvic gyration.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you Lana! Cum inside you while your fucking boyfriend is watching TV downstairs...hnnggh..." A sharp noise crashed behind them as the door flung open.

"What the fuck is going on here?" a whispered shout echoed from behind Peter.

It was Veronica. She was standing in the doorway, her fingers resting on either side of her temples. Peter quickly pulled out of Lana and tried to cover his erect penis with his hands, trying to push it down between his legs (and failing miserably). Lana covered herself with her blanket, a horrified look on her face. Veronica couldn't help but take a peek at Peter's large member peeking out from behind his fingers. The smell of sex was in the air. The overhead fan was deafening as it oscillated above. Veronica composed herself. She shook her head and concentrated her stare on her half naked sister.

"You. Get dressed and go downstairs. I will fucking deal with you later. I gotta have a serious fucking talk with Mr. Dickman over here," Veronica growled, still in a hushed tone.

"Look, Veronica, I swear it wasn't..."Lana began to say, her eyes welling up.

"Shut up. Get dressed. Now!"

Lana knew better than to argue. She slid her shorts back on and ran out of the room without even looking back at Peter. Veronica brought the weight of her stare onto Peter, who was trying to reach down and pull his pants up with his left hand.

"You. Stop right there. Stop moving," Veronica said. Her voice was dominant and serious.

Peter complied. You would think that fear would have the effect of deflating a penis—but his still throbbed and pulsed, unsatisfied. He stopped fidgeting and stood up straight, his hands still trying to cover and push down his stiffy. To his surprise, no tirade followed. No screaming or punching. Rather, Veronica made her way to him, never breaking his gaze. She put her hand on his bare chest, and moved it down his hard stomach and down to where his hands were covering his junk.

"Hmmm..." she mused as she flicked his hands away from his member. "Move those hands, let me see it..."

Peter moved his hands away reluctantly and let his erect member spring up to full attention. To his delight, Veronica put her other hand under his balls as she began to gently stroke his dick up and down. It took every ounce of Peter's determination not to nut all over her as she stroked him. She really did look like Lana—but improved. More refined, more elegant, and more...aggressive. Her curves were more robust, her chest more full, and that ass looked like it was sculpted by a Renaissance artist.

"You are definitely packing, aren't you Peter?" Veronica chuckled as she quickened her strokes.

"Uhm...uh...hnggghh...yeah..." Peter replied. Peter was using every mental trick in the book to stop himself from cumming all over Veronica's hand. Veronica hand stopped and she leaned close to Peter's ear.

"So you enjoy fucking my sister," she teased. "Would you be interested in trying out the upgraded model?" Veronica cooed, placing her palm on Peter's flat abdomen. He imagined her legs wrapped around him, his rod inside her warmth, their hips moving together in perfect unison. His dick twitched involuntarily.

"Hnggh..mmm..yes...yes I would," Peter said unevenly.

Veronica motioned to Peter to sit down on the bed, which he did, albeit clumsily secondary to the pants around his ankles. She moved close to Peter, standing over him with her thighs on either side of his knees. He looked up at her as she took his hands in hers and moved them up her legs, up her thighs, pushing her skirt up as they continued to her hips. She was wearing lacy white underwear that was slowly moistening at the apex of her thighs. The smell of her sex was familiar, making Peter wonder if pussy smell was something that ran in the family. She pulled up her skirt further and turned away from him so her ass was in his face. A thin strip of fabric ran down between the soft pillows of her ass, curving underneath her, clinging to her steaming sex. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, kicking it off to the side. She turned to him for a moment as she began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her perky breasts covered by a matching bra. She let her shirt fall to the floor and pushed her breasts together for Peter's benefit. She smiled then turned back around, arching her back to accentuate the curves of her ass. She hooked her long fingers underneath the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down, the white fabric sticking to her pussy for a moment before finally falling down her legs.

"Just one little hitch," Veronica whispered as she bent over to the floor, her ass spreading in Peter's face. Peter was mesmerized.

"Whatever you want. I swear to God, anything in my power," Peter said. He stared at the tight slit in front of him, breathing rhythmically, slick and sticky, readying himself to do anything she asked so he could stick his dick in it. She looked back and smiled at him, spreading her pussy lips with the tips of her fingers. Peter stared in awe as he watched the folds of her flower unfold for him. Then, with a gentle turn of her wrist, she covered her pussy with her hand. Peter looked confused. A sadistic grin crept across Veronica's face.

"You can't fuck my pussy," Veronica said.

Adam looked back as he heard the sound of Lana running down the steps.

"Woah, Lana, baby...is there something wrong?" Adam asked. He was watching an episode of Family Guy. Lana looked around the living room anxiously.

"Where's my dad?" she asked.

"Oh, your parents got a call. They said they had to go to the office to fix something for tomorrow," Adam replied. "They said not to wait up."

"Oh thank God," Lana replied, collapsing onto the couch.

"Wow, your hair is all mussed up. That homework assignment must have been really stressful," Adam commented.

"What?" Lana asked.

"Your homework assignment? That you were working on with Peter?" Adam looked confused.

"Oh. OH. Yeah, uh, well Peter's just gonna do it for me," Lana answered, surreptitiously wiping her mouth to brush off any lingering pubic hair.

"Well in that case," Adam said as he put his arm over Lana. "What about if we..." Adam moved his lips to hers, probing his tongue between her lips. She tried to protest, but he was too swift. As his tongue probed her mouth, he stopped suddenly and backed away.

"Hmm...weird..."Adam said. "There's this weird taste in your mouth."

Lana's eyes widened and she cupped her hand in front of her mouth and blew into it.

"Must've been that garlic aioli at dinner..."she managed.

"What do you mean not in your pussy?" Peter whined. Veronica was still bent forward, her magnificent ass right in his face.

"Well," Veronica began, "It's a bit complicated." She sat herself on the ground then brought her knees to her chest, much to Peter's disappointment. "My boyfriend is a pretty strict Catholic, and he doesn't want to have sex with me till we're 'married'. No matter how hard I try." She let her legs open a bit, giving Peter another look at her wet pussy. "And believe me, I tried."

"Well, he's a fucking idiot. Seriously, if you were my girl and told me that, I would have thrown my cross in the garbage and fucked you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk for a week," Peter reasoned. Veronica giggled at this, just like her sister would. She rewarded this comment by moving her knees a bit wider apart, her pussy lips just beginning to gape open.

"Well, be that as it may...I love him. I want to save my pussy for him. But look at this..." she said as she stroked her pussy. "Look how fucking wet I am. I can't even use a fucking dildo to get myself off..."

Peter took this chance to drop down to Veronica's level, crawling towards her on all fours, his dick dangling like an elephant's trunk. He needed to act fast if he wanted this to happen. Gathering his courage, he kissed her on the lips. She didn't protest. He took her perfect face in his hands and pushed his tongue between her lips. His tongue danced with hers, masterfully, a sensuous tango between their open mouths.

Peter's right hand slid past her knee, strategically stroking her thigh as it made its way to her steaming wetness. His touch was practiced, the lightness coming from years playing Chopin and Brahms. He massaged the lips of her pussy with his index finger, letting his middle finger delve into her soft, inviting passageway. She moaned in pleasure and let her legs open a bit wider.

Peter took this as a sign and broke their kiss. He moved his lips down the nape of her neck, feeling her shudder in his arms as he pushed his finger deeper into her. As he reached her breasts, he gripped the edge of her bra and pulled it to the side, freeing her right nipple. She laughed as he took it into his mouth, stiffening between his moist lips. He gave her a roguish smile and kissed her breast as he continued to make his way southward on her body, letting his lips brush against her stomach.