"What did you do?"

"When she stopped screaming," continued Red, "I asked if I could screw her."

"Did she let you?"

"Not then," he grinned. "She said that no snot was gonna touch her pussy."

"What did you say?" Tom asked, getting more excited by the minute.

"I told her that if she didn't let me, I would tell the folks about what I'd seen," he explained.

"Did that work?"

"Not at first," he grinned. "She just told me to drop dead and she went to her room."

"When did you screw her?" asked Tom.

"I'd been in bed about fifteen minutes when she walked into my room and sat down on the side of my bed," he told them. "Then she asked me if I were really going to tell the folks. When I said yes, she took off her nightie and crawled into bed with him."

"Then what?" Tom panted.

"She took my hand and pushed my finger into her cunt, telling me I could fuck her if I promised never to tell anyone what I'd san."

"What did her cunt feel like?" Don excitedly asked.

"All hot and squishy," he answered in a panting voice. "I've never felt anything so warm and slippery in my life."

"Did it feel good when you fucked her?" gulped Tom, his big cock standing straight up between his legs.

"Jesus, yes," panted Red, vividly recalling it. "There's nothing like having your pecker buried in a girl's hot juicy snatch. If you think jacking off is neat, wait until you shoot a load into a hot sucking cunt."

Walking home from school that afternoon, Tom's big boner was throbbing violently in his pants as he kept thinking about the conversation in the gym. Entering the house, his sister was sprawled out on the floor, watching television.

"Hi," she said, not taking her eyes from the screen.

"Hi," he absently muttered, flopping down in a chair, his mind still on the story he'd just heard.

Heather's short dress had worked up above her hips and Tom could see that her cotton panties barely covered her crotch.