The Book of David Ch. 08

This outfit clearly was. I had a boner the instant I walked in the door.

Diane and E-Beth would both be on-campus until after lunch. And being a weekday, Danielle would be at work already. We had the place all to ourselves and when Amber pulled me down to the couch, I simply couldn't get undressed fast enough.

I was working on my pants while Amber's nimble fingers went to my shirt. Once we got me naked, Amber pushed me into a sitting position, straddled me, and then gripped my head in her hands and planted a searing kiss on me.

My hands were scrabbling against her back and trying to focus long enough to pull the robe off her shoulders. She broke our kiss just long enough to say, "Slow down... We've got plenty of time."

My beautiful girlfriend flashed a beaming smile at me and I gazed into her pretty blue eyes for a few long moments, just relishing the happy love connection between us. My hands went up to her hair, running my fingers through her blonde locks, which were growing long enough again to fall back to her shoulders. And then, at the same time, we leaned into each other and went back to kissing.

Amber could probably have been content to just spend the next hour making love with our mouths. But my cock was throbbing and I know she could feel it twitching against her butt.

She pulled away again with a saucy smile and started grinding her ass down against my erection. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, and then together we opened up her teddy and pulled it off her body. I couldn't help but stare at her tits the entire time and I had no idea where her clothing ended up when she tossed them away.

The heavenly globes were so big, so round, so firm... so pressed up against my face as Amber leaned over me and crushed her chest against me. And suddenly I was tired of waiting. Amber was more than ready; I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties.

I scooped my arms around her waist and got up off the couch. In my hurry, I swept the coffee table clear of magazines and coasters, and I planted Amber onto her back on that small table. Then I was able to reach down and whip her panties off.

Now I'll say this, fucking on random bits of furniture around the house can be quite exciting. But such things usually aren't very comfortable. As such, for the next ten minutes, Amber and I kept moving around, partly to experiment and partly because it wasn't that pleasant in certain locations.

For example, the coffee table was just too short and not sturdy enough to let Amber fully relax. She felt like we were going to break the damn thing and her back started to hurt after the first couple of minutes. So with her impaled on my shaft, I scooped her up and carried her over to the dining table.

It was certainly sturdier and the wide surface was big enough to let her relax her muscles and rest her entire body, but the hard wood eventually became a little painful.

So we repositioned and I took her doggy-style while she leaned over the table. But in the end, we wound up right back on the couch, with me seated comfortably against the cushions and Amber bouncing happily in my lap.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me," she cooed while I rubbed my hands over her back, massaging her sore muscles while tenderly trying to avoid the places that would certainly be bruised by the next morning.

"Oh, baby, I love your cock! It fills me up so fucking good!"

I was happy to please her.

"Cum for me! Cum in me, baby! Fill me! FILL ME! Mm... mm... unggghhhhh!" Amber slammed her hips down on me and came, throwing her head back with her eyes squeezed shut. Her body kept thrusting against me, but slowly. Her hips undulated up and down while seemingly trying to grind her clit against my body as her orgasm swept over her.

And as her inner muscles spasmed around me, Amber pulled me with her. I growled and took a heaving breast into my mouth, suckling on her nipple as I felt jet after jet of jism launch out of me and into her sucking pussy. Our two bodies heaved together as one as we rode out our mutual climax.

In the end, the sensations faded and we sagged into the couch. Amber hummed happily as she rested her head on my shoulder and cuddled herself into my chest.

When we both caught our breaths, Amber turned her head and our lips met once again. These weren't kisses of passion, but of love and tenderness. I couldn't help but smile at how deliriously happy I felt in that moment, and Amber even giggled right into our kiss.

"Wow..." a new voice filled the air. Amber jerked and turned around, and we both saw that Danielle was leaning against the wall not six feet away from us.

I looked at the arousal and simultaneous sadness in my big sister's eyes as she looked over us. I remembered back to the expressions on her face before when she watched me with Ellie. Then, she had looked both guilty and embarrassed. But now?

"That was beautiful," Danielle breathed and she gazed on us with what looked like wonder and awe. And then the next time she blinked, it seemed as if she was waking up from a dream as she shook her head in confusion and only now realized the situation.

"Oh! Ummm... sorry guys, I didn't mean to spy," she stammered, looking everywhere but right at us.

"What are you doing home?" I asked.

"Oh, well," she was interrupted by a brief bout of coughing. Only now did I see that her eyes were a little red, as were her nose and cheeks. "I think I caught a cold or something. I called in sick. And when I heard you two..." Danielle looked down in embarrassment now. "Well, I couldn't help but come see."

"It's not like you haven't seen me having sex before," I remarked, referring back to the parties we'd attended last year, before Carmita graduated and moved on.

"Well, of course... but," Danielle's eyes came up and she focused on me. "That was different. Those girls were..." she searched for the word and then my sister looked at Amber. "Well, they weren't Amber. At least, you didn't feel the same way about them as I see you feel for her."

Amber beamed at that statement and hugged my head to her chest. "Damn straight!"

A strange look came into Danielle's eyes and she looked through me, as if focusing on something distant beyond my right ear. "David..." My sister's voice dropped to a breathy whisper. "Was that how it was with Cherys? Was it special like that?"

Amber startled at that and I looked back and forth between my girlfriend and my sister.

"Uh... well..." I started, my mind racing. "To be honest, I'm not sure." I looked to my girlfriend, who was looking at me speculatively. "It was different, for sure. I'm not in love with Cherys. But honestly, I do think it was more special than the girls from last year. Cherys is very dear to me."

I said this with as much frank bluntness as I could make it, looking into my girlfriend's eyes the whole time. Amber seemed to understand, without jealousy, and she smiled at me to reassure me that I hadn't damaged our relationship.

But Danielle was lost in her own world already. "I guess that explains it..."

I turned back to my sister. "Explains what?"

"You healed her. You filled a black hole in Cherys' psyche. And now she's moving on." Danielle took on that haunted look I had seen all too often in the past month or so.

I found myself filled with dread, like a dark cloud was moving over me.

"In a way... it's your fault that Cherys broke up with me."

***

Amber decided that my sister and I needed some alone time to talk things out. She kissed me and then began pulling her clothes together hurriedly.

"Amber, really," Danielle tried to cover the pain in her voice and force some semblance of calm over her face. "You might as well stay. I know he'll have to explain it all to you later."

"Not this time," Amber replied. "I know you don't want to exclude me. But for this, I really think it's better this way. If nothing else, you'll feel more comfortable letting EVERYTHING out if it's just the two of you."

Danielle moved up and sat on the couch beside me while I futzed around getting my shorts and jeans back together. I took my time. Whatever was coming next would not be a short conversation, and I wanted to make sure I was ready to deal with whatever had to be said. Meanwhile, Danielle casually ignored my nudity, already envisioning the details of her story.

When we both got settled, Danielle pulling her bathrobe tighter around her, she exhaled loudly and then inhaled to gather her bearings. Only then did she look over to me. "You never knew the whole story, how we got together, did you?"

I shrugged. "You and Cherys? I just thought you were ALWAYS together. I mean, you became best friends in first grade."

"I mean 'together', together."

"Well, you guys came out, what... my Sophomore year? Your Junior year? So it had to be before that. I dunno. How long were you hiding it?"

"We weren't hiding anything." Danielle let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the backrest, pulling her legs up beneath her. She didn't even look at me, instead staring straight ahead, her eyes glassing over as her gaze drifted somewhere intangible. "You can't ever tell this to anyone other than Amber. EVER."

I didn't even answer, she just kept going.

"We weren't hiding anything. Growing up, we were both as straight as you are. We talked about boys and we played around with makeup hoping to get the cute ones to notice us. Cherys got her boobs pretty early, and she was soaking up all the male attention."

Danielle shuddered just then, hard enough to make me start and reach my arms across the couch to grab her, lest she fall over. But she got a hold of herself and stared straight ahead. "Then Uncle Verne happened."

"Who?" I couldn't help but asking.

Danielle turned to me, blinking away the tears that started to tumble out. "Cherys' Uncle Verne. You probably don't remember him since we only saw him at Cherys and Ellie's house. He never came over to our place."

My jaw dropped and my throat went dry as my worst expectations began to fill in the gaps.

"He was so handsome. He was this sophisticated, older man. He drove a shiny silver Mercedes and he took us on rides to go to the mall. Cherys' parents never guessed a thing." She shuddered again, and this time I wrapped my arms around her and she sagged into my grasp. I pivoted and ended up sitting sideways on the couch, Danielle between my legs as I fully enveloped her body with all four limbs.

I let Danielle sob into my shoulder for a bit, and after a few minutes of stroking her back and whispering nothing, she calmed and continued her story. "We were young, we were hot, and we'd never even gotten past first base. Plenty of guys at school wanted to, but Cherys had really high standards. She knew exactly how pretty she was. She didn't want her first anything unless the guy was something special. She went on a couple of dates -- kid stuff, nothing like when you took her out -- and she was strict as hell. None of them cut it. And if Cherys didn't approve of a boy I went out with, well, they weren't good enough for me, either."

I wanted to comment, but bit my tongue and let her let things out.

"But Uncle Verne was a gentleman. Charming, mature, complimenting us without being obvious about it. Cherys would never have done anything since he was her uncle, but I was crushing HARD."

Danielle sighed again and looked up to the ceiling before leaning into my shoulder again. "I guess I'm lucky that he didn't really want me. He could have taken my virginity and I wouldn't have protested... but he wanted Cherys."

Then Danielle started crying again. I tried to soothe her but she just kept talking. "One night, he took us for a drive and neither of us even noticed we weren't on our way to the mall. The next thing you know, we're on a dark road and pulled over in front of the river. 'Let's enjoy the moonlight' he said, and we all crawled into the backseat with him in the middle. After a few minutes of talking he starts telling us how pretty we are. And then his left hand is on my tit and I'm not complaining. His lips are on my ear and I'm hotter than hell."

Despite the clearly traumatic nature of the event, Danielle was getting visibly aroused thinking about it. Her nipples were hard and she started rubbing her thighs together. "He was so handsome and he smelled so good. When he started kissing my neck I knew I was a goner. I didn't even hesitate when he asked me to take my blouse off."

Danielle blinked and two big teardrops rolled down each cheek. "They weren't that big yet, but he drooled over them all the same and I was only too proud to push my chest out so he could ogle my tits. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he turned a moment later and asked Cherys to take off her top as well."

"In a way it was my fault. Cherys didn't really want to do it, but I didn't want him to stop with me, so I talked her into doing it so we could all keep going. Cherys warned him that he could look, but he couldn't touch. She's always had that exhibitionist streak, damn proud of her hot body. But once she got her top off, Uncle Verne couldn't resist any longer." Danielle turned her head away, the pain now coming into her posture, and she went silent for a long couple of minutes.

I just held her, pouring as much love into my embrace as I could. Danielle shuddered over and over, and I was starting to worry before she seemed to calm down.

When she found her voice, it was a bare whisper. "If I hadn't been there, he probably would have succeeded at raping Cherys. As it was, the most he could do was rip her clothes off and dry hump her a couple of times before I got my nails onto his testicles."

Danielle looked up at me. "He calmed down real quick after that. Cherys and I were ready to bolt, but she was naked and her clothes were in tatters. If we got out and ran, where would we go? Uncle Verne pleaded with us to let him drive us home. We'd be in the backseat and he'd stay up front. He cried and he pleaded and we decided to give him the chance. He was true to his word on that. He never touched us again."

Her words were calm, but I could hear the strain in Danielle's voice. I also knew what it did to me. My muscles were rigidly tense and if Uncle Verne were anywhere nearby I wouldn't have hesitated to go over and beat the living shit out him.

There was a long pause as Danielle digested what had happened that night. The way her eyes were darting back and forth, she was clearly reliving it. I was torn between wanting to stop the recollection and wanting to have Danielle let it all out.

When she finally spoke again, Danielle leaned against me and her voice was just barely above a whisper. "I almost felt sorry for him. Uncle Verne really wasn't a bad guy. He was in such shame over what he was doing, he up and moved out of state the very next month. But what he said in the car that night just haunted me. And I know with absolute certainty that it left a wicked scar on Cherys' psyche."

Danielle's voice took on a quiet bitterness. "After he stopped apologizing halfway back to home, he took on an angry, defensive tone. He said it wasn't his fault. We were teasing him with our nubile bodies and skimpy clothing. He was just a man, and men were just barely-restrained animals. Push them too far and they lose control. It wasn't his fault. We'd pushed him too far. Any other man would have been seduced by our charms if we let them get too close."

Danielle started crying again. "I didn't disagree with him at the time. Enough of my dates had tried to cop a feel or get their hands into my pants. Every time I gave them an inch, they tried to take the whole nine yards."

"Cherys was even worse. Her trusted uncle, a man she'd known for her entire life lost control of his body and tried to rape her. Then he warned us than any guy we were with would do the same if we let them get too far. For immature, teenaged girls, it was enough to scare us off of guys."

Danielle shuddered and squeezed my hand. She took a long breath, and then went silent for another minute. I simply stroked her hair and tried to will reassuring thoughts into her head.

Eventually, she got started again. "Uncle Verne dropped us both off at our house. You probably didn't even notice since she and I were always sneaking in late. I loaned Cherys some of my clothes so she could make it back home the next day. Fortunately, almost all of her bruises could be covered up or hidden with makeup. No one ever knew. The experience bonded us closer together than ever. We weren't just best friends anymore. We were more than that."

Danielle let a small smile onto her face for the first time. "We stopped dating guys completely. Didn't want to... tempt them. We were deathly afraid of date-rape from then on."

Danielle finally looked up into my face. "You probably remember us getting the reputation of Ice Queens."

I nodded silently. It was her first sign of real interaction with me. Danielle was moving past the emotional venting of her story and really speaking to me.

"I thought I was messed up. But Cherys was the one who almost got raped, and even I can't pretend to understand what was going through her mind. Kids at school didn't know why we changed. But then it all made perfect sense to people when we came out as a lesbian couple," Danielle sighed. "We had learned how to pleasure each other, and we were dick-free ever since."

Danielle squeezed my hand again and looked down. "So you see, Cherys could never be with a man. She could never date a man, or marry, because the very thought of it recalled this horrible memory of what Uncle Verne tried to do to her. She was mine forever, until you healed her. You showed her that a man could be safe, that a man could love her without losing control. You gave Cherys her heterosexuality back. And she had to leave me to go live that life."

The tears started rolling down Danielle's cheeks again, and yet there was a smile on her face. "I'm happy for her. Really... I am. And I thank you for that. I don't think she could've ever become whole as a person if it wasn't for you."

My big sister sniffled and leaned her forehead against my chest. Never before had she seemed this small and vulnerable. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "But I can't help but feel sad that she had to grow beyond me. And I can't help but wonder... who will be there for me?"

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed tighter. "I'll always be here for you, Dani. You know that."

She sniffled again and then looked up at me, her green eyes dull and lifeless. "You can't. Not like you were for Cherys."

A very wrong thought came into my head just then. But I quickly stamped it out. I was her brother, here for support, not my own lustful urges. But I couldn't help myself. I tilted her face to mine, our noses just an inch apart. Danielle's eyes went wide for a second, and her lips puckered and opened for me.

That was all it took as I leaned in and gently pressed my lips to hers. It was only a soft, tender kiss. And then I pulled her head to my shoulder again and wrapped her in the most brotherly affectionate hug I could manage, squeezing her so tight I was sure she couldn't breathe.

Eventually, I released enough to let her gasp for air and settle in against my chest. And then, her body already worn out from typical February influenza, Danielle closed her eyes and went to sleep.

***

As often happens when one roommate falls ill, so did the rest of us.

I was the first one to get laid out for a day. Despite the throbbing headache, stuffed sinuses, and constant tickle in my throat, it wasn't that bad. How could it be that bad with four beautiful women doting on your every need?

Danielle was already on the mend and her mothering instincts kicked right in once I got sick. She was especially fussy over me as she considered it her fault that I had the flu in the first place.