The Princess and the Toad

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 5 of 7

The Other Brother

Hank squatted backward on a chair, his arms resting on the rear, his eyes on Veronica as the sisters ate their midday meal. "I like the way I haven't heard 'no.' from you again since you learnt your lesson 'bout a week back," he began. "Been real pleasant that. I don't think I'll ever get tired of the feel of my dick in your hot little mouth.

"Anyway," Hank continued. "You just keep up that good attitude you showed so far and I think we'll all get along just fine. Which brings me to tonight.

"I suppose you might be wondering why we ain't fucked you since then neither. I know we gave your cunt a workout those first few days and we figured it needed a rest 'cause it's likely to get another workout tonight.

"Our other brother Fred's coming by later. He's been staying with some friends up the road in Jamestown closer to where he works, at least during the week. Sometimes he comes home for the weekend, like tonight

"Anyway, Fred's a nice enough fellow, but he ain't much to look at. Russ and I are pretty sure he ain't never been with no woman on that account. He'd be right thrilled with any woman, let alone a babe like you. But he's a bit of a wimp, so I know he won't be none too comfortable if he thinks you're unwilling.

"I wish we'd thought about this before we went and cut your clothes all up, but me and Russ, well; I guess we got a little carried away. So now when Fred comes home, we're going to tell him we hired you for the evening, as a present or somethin', even though his birthday ain't 'til October.

"So you're gonna play along. If 'n' you do a good job, well," Hank smiled. "I'm sure we'll all be happier than if you do a bad job."

Veronica gulped a piece of her sandwich as she wondered how bad Fred could be if Hank thought he was homely. After a deep breath to steady her nerves, she announced, "Alright. But how about a proper bath and reasonable use of the toilet?"

"What?" Hank scowled. "Who are you to be making demands?"

"I wasn't demanding anything," Veronica recalled. "I just made a suggestion. I'm sure your brother doesn't want a stinky whore anyway and if you keep making us piss on your floor, your whole house will start to reek. Anyway, what's the big deal?"

Hank sniffed. His eyes drifted from the girl to his brother as Russ waddled down the stairs carrying a pair of glasses. "Russ," he called. "Do you think we should let our two whores here have a bath before they pop Fred's cherry?"

Russ smirked. "I thought it was girls what had cherries?"

"I was speaking in a retomaphorical sense, you idiot!" Hank barked. "Anyway, what do you think about letting them clean up?"

Russ eyed the girls and smiled. "Do we get to watch?"

"No," Hank snarled sarcastically. "After sitting naked the last couple weeks suckin' our dicks, they've suddenly gotten all modest!" He shook his head in a disdainful manner. "Hell, yeah, we get to watch!"

"Maybe we could even take a bath with them," Russ suggested as he continued to stare at Veronica.

The older girl sniffed and bit her tongue, trying to imagine what tub would hold Russ alone, let alone anyone else.

"Now, that's an idea!" said Hank. "Ok, I'll flip you for the toad." The man reached into his pocket and produced a coin. "Heads I win, tails you lose?"

Russ bobbed his head absently, never taking his eyes off the slender brunette. "Ok."

"Fred will be here any minute," Hank announced as he draped a ragged bathrobe over Veronica's shoulders. "You go sit on the couch all natural-like with your sister there." He turned to his brother. "Russ, git in there and keep an eye on them."

Russ nodded. "Ok."

Veronica walked to the grimy sofa and sat, thankful for the chance to put her weight somewhere other than her knees. She smiled as she looked at her sister, wrapped up in a robe someone had swiped from a Holiday Inn. "How was your bath?"

"Good, but getting a chance to piss like a human was better," Erica announced with a smirk. "Even if someone was watching."

"Yeah," Veronica snorted. "I don't know if I've ever been cleaner. Hank insisted on washing me everywhere ."

Erica's eyes widened and she pressed her lips firmly together as she imagined exactly where everywhere was. She looked across the room at Russ, who sat in a recliner chewing his nails and watching television. "That's exactly what he did when I took my bath," she noted. "Except he sat on the toilet and he stared at the floor instead of the TV."

"How long has it been since we were with mom and dad?"

"Seems like a month already."

"Enough chatter!" Hank barked from the kitchen. "I want to hear Fred's truck when he gets here."

Erica stiffened at the command, while Veronica merely sighed. The older girl crossed her arms, and slumped. It was another twenty minutes before they heard the unique sound of rubber grinding gravel.

"That's him!" Hank said. He glared at Veronica as he walked toward the front door. He pointed his finger at the girl. "You better do a good job!"

Veronica felt her mouth go suddenly dry as she waited to see the third, and presumably most repulsive, of the brothers. She wondered if she really was a whore for being so acquiescent. Looking to her sister, she decided that, if she was a whore, she had at least become one for the right reason.

Both girls craned their necks in an effort to get a better view of the lanky figure that emerged from another dusty old pick-up. The sisters ogling attempts were both brief and unsuccessful. Veronica crossed her arms and sighed, telling herself she'd see him up close soon enough.

Fred stopped to pet the dogs on the way in. "Hey, Prince. Hey, Duke," he said softly, rubbing both of the big hounds affectionately behind the ear. "See you two ain't killed no skunks today."

The lad felt a couple irregular knots on one of the dogs, and spread the beast's hair to examine them. "Damn tics!" He muttered, prying several of the arachnids from the animal's skin before crushing them between his nails. "I see my brother's ain't been takin' proper care of you."

"Fred!"

The young man looked up to see his oldest brother exit the house. "Duke has tics. You gotta watch for them buggers this time of year!"

"Yeah, yeah," Hank beckoned by jerking his head. "Git up here."

"What?" Fred repeated as he reached the porch.

"Tell me straight, Fred," Hank whispered. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

Fred scowled. He imagined he must be blushing as well. "What do you mean?"

"You ever fucked a girl?"

Fred's jaw went agape. "I don't know what business that is of yours!"

Hank smiled and brought his palm roughly down upon the younger man's shoulder. "That's ok, Fred. You don't have to tell you if you don't want to. But Me and Russ, we hired a few girls for the night though, and if it was gonna be your first time, well, we was gonna give you first pick?"

"You did what?"

"We got us a couple o' cheap hookers," Hank jerked his head. "C'mon inside and have a look."

Fred followed his other brother into the house. Knowing his brother's thrift, he dreaded how old a couple of cheap hookers might be.

Veronica leaned forward as the lanky lad came into the light. Her features shivered as she noticed Hank's assessment was generally accurate. The boy's hair was a mess, his face unshaven. His clothes were completely disheveled. His nose was huge. It was debatable whether he needed a dentist or a dermatologist more, but either could certainly have made a career out of this one subject.

Fred eyed the girls with equal curiosity. "These are…" He stopped to look at Hank and scratch his head.

"Yep," nodded Hank. "They's hookers."

Fred shook his head and looked at the floor. "I dunno. It don't seem right."

"What do you mean?" Hank snarled. "Are you sayin' they ain't hookers?"

"No," Fred clarified. "I'm just thinkin' this is the sort of thing I sure don't want to tell the priest come Sunday."

"You girls come here!" Hank demanded.

Veronica stood and walked toward the men. Erica followed timidly.

Hank looked the older girl directly in the eye. "Tell Fred here how there ain't nothing wrong with what you do."

"There ain't nothin' wrong with what we do," Veronica repeated in a robotic monotone.

Hank eyed the girl and cleared his throat in a deliberate fashion.

Veronica smirked and turned to Fred. "It's ok Fred, we, uh, like what we do."

"This just don't seem right," Fred declared. "I'm perty sure the priest would not think highly of this sort of thing."

Hank rolled his eyes and sighed. "Girls, open them robes."

Veronica sighed too. Then, looking Fred sternly in the eye, she held her garment open wide to reveal her succulent form.

Erica followed suit, but she parted her robe only slightly compared to her sister. She glanced at each of the men's faces. Her eyes fell to the carpet as she saw all three of them looking at the older girl.

Fred's jaw dropped. He gasped through his open mouth as he beheld his initial first-hand glimpse of the feminine form. As Hank had anticipated, all thoughts of piety receded to the corners of the younger man's mind.

"Now," Hank started with a smile, "As I was saying, if this is your first time, you get to pick which one you want. Russ and I will make do with the other."

"That don't seem fair," Fred noted.

"Sure it is," Hank said. "Go ahead and pick."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Hank snarled.

"Ok," said Fred. He eyed the girls carefully. His eyes naturally drifted again to the taller, more curvaceous brunette. She had a body the likes of which he had only dreamed of, yet when he looked to her face she lost much of her appeal.

Fred's feeble mind could not quite place what he detected in Veronica's features, but he knew he didn't like it. He shifted his attention to the shorter, wider, blonde. His eyes noticed at once the glint of her nipple ring. So the short one's kinky, he thought. I think I could like kinky, whatever that is.

Fred shifted his attention to the pudgy girl's face. Her eyes, though still directed downward, sparkled in stark contrast to the sunken orbs of the brunette. He stooped to get a better look, effectively gaining her attention.

Erica looked up to Fred, her features registering curiosity instead of anger. He looks so much older than me , she thought. Can he really be a virgin too? She saw him smile and unconsciously returned the grin. His gaze lingered as did her thoughts. Sure, he's not handsome, but he's not really ugly either; at least no uglier than I am. She saw his mouth move, but she didn't hear the words.

Veronica elbowed her distracted sibling.

"What?" Erica started, looking to her sister.

Veronica gulped. "He's talking to you, Rickie."

"What?" Erica repeated as she shifted her gaze to the boy.

"I'd like to pick you," Fred repeated, adding quickly, "but only if you're ok with it."

"Sure," Erica nodded as her eyes bolted wide. "I'm ok with it. Why wouldn't I be ok with it? That's, uh, why we're here, right?"

"Are you sure?" Veronica asked. "If you're feeling ill, or something, I can do them all?"

Erica stiffened at once, both inside and out. "No!" she asserted as she looked to her sister. "I can do it!" She turned back to Fred. "Where?"

"Where?" Fred stammered.

"Yes," Erica nodded. "Where?" She pivoted slightly with her palms upturned. "Or were you thinking to fuck here on the floor?"

"Oh, that where ," Fred muttered. "My old room; I guess."

Erica reached to take the shy lad by the hand. "Ok," she smiled. "Let's go."

Veronica watched silently as the two walked away. She all but knew her sister was about to surrender her innocence, at least whatever was left of it. She thought some words must be in order, but none came to mind; at least none she dared utter.

Erica never looked back as she and the boy quickly disappeared down the corridor, leaving Veronica alone with a hollow feeling in her stomach and a lecherous man to each side.

"Well," Hank chortled with some glee. "I never figured Fred to have a thing for fatties, but you sure won't hear me complaining."

"Rickie's not fat!" Veronica snapped. She glanced at once toward the hallway where her sister had gone; hoping the sound had not traveled that far.

Hank grinned through his scruffy beard. "Well, maybe not, but she sure looks fat next to you. Yes sir, you're prime grade-A girl meat. And since you'll have to be entertaining me and Russ again and I'm not in the mood to wait, well, I figure we got two more birds to kill with the same rock."

Hank put his hand to the bulge in his jeans and rubbed. "Speakin' o' rock," he started as he reached for his belt. "I never thought my dick could get so hard just looking at a girl, but I ain't never looked at one like you before. Take that there robe off and let me have another look at you before I fucks you."

Across the house, Fred closed the door behind Erica as the pair entered the lad's room. It was as she expected, austere, cluttered, and slightly rank. "Nice place," she noted with polite dishonesty.

"I'm sorry I didn't clean up a bit," Fred said. "I didn't know we was havin' company." He bent down and started to pick up a few odd clothes at the end the bed.

Erica stooped beside the lad, putting her hand on his forearm. She smiled as their eyes met. "I think we came here to put clothes on the floor, not pick them up."

Fred stared back absently for a few seconds, before he too smiled. "Oh," he said. "I guess so." His eyes fell to the floor. "It's just, I ain't never done this before."

Erica so wanted to share her own inexperience, but she knew she could not. "That's ok," she said as she regained her feet. "You don't need to be nervous or embarrassed. After all, everyone has a first time. It's really very natural. I'll show you."

The corners of Fred's lips rose just as the boy stood. "Thanks."

"Well," Erica said, surprised at her own confidence. "Let's get you undressed." She reached for his shirt and began to slowly loosen the buttons.

"Yer as nice as your are pretty," Fred noted.

"Thanks," Erica replied. She caught herself smiling as she continued, "So are you."

"I plum forgot what you name was?" Fred confessed.

"Rickie."

"That's perty too."

Still beaming, Erica looked at the youth's face as she unfastened the final button and began to spread his shirt. She could not help but notice his odor and general lack of cleanliness. "Where do you work?"

"Grain silo."

"Is that fun?"

"Not really."

"You get kind of dirty, huh?" Erica noted.

"Yeah."

"You want to come take a bath with me first?"

"Yeah." Fred's head bobbed in a slow nod as he tongued his lip. "We could do that."

"Ok," said Erica. "I guess I better finish undressing you there."

"Alright," Fred chuckled. "I'll show you the way." He grabbed the girl's hand and strode towards the door and then down the hall.

Rickie was struggling to keep up when Fred abruptly stopped where the corridor passed the kitchen. His jaw fell as his head turned. The girl followed his gaze into the dining area. She inhaled a gasp as she saw her sister, belly up on the kitchen table; Russ fucked Veronica's face as it hung from the ledge, while Hank pounded the brunette's snatch from across the table.

"Oh," started Fred, "I guess they aren't shy."

Erica cycled a breath as she watched the two older men using her sister. "No," she agreed. "I guess not." The sibling's eyes met for a moment, conveying to one sister all the distress felt by the other.

"She's perty too," Fred noted. "I hope I didn't hurt her feelin's none pickin' you."

"No." Erica shook her head quickly. "Looks like she's having plenty of fun."

"That's fun?"

Rickie looked back to her sister and saw the pitiful, pained expression that seemed to be chiseled upon the brunette's face. She bit her lip and lied, "Yes."

Fred mouth lingered partially agape for several seconds. "So you've done that what they're doin'?"

"What?"

"Two guys?"

"Yeah," Erica lied. "A few times."

"Wow," said Fred. "Your job sounds a lot better than mine. Except I wouldn't want to do it with two guys, ya know?"

Erica smiled. "Of course not. But you do still want to do it with one girl?"

Fred nodded. "Oh, yes."

"Then why are we standing here watching them have all the fun?"

Fred nodded again and took the girl by the hand. They resumed the short trip to the bath. Erica gave one last sad look over her shoulder at her sister. She suddenly felt guilty that her lover-to-be had not picked Ronnie instead.

Erica closed the door behind them as the pair entered the washroom. She turned to find Fred, pulling his T-shirt over his head. Determined to undress her prize herself, she reached for his belt. In short order, she pulled his trousers and then his underwear to his ankles, giving his erect shaft a long glance as she did so.

Erica's eyes widened from the sight and nearly watered from the scent. She quickly thanked herself tenfold for the foresight of suggesting they bathe.

Fred stepped out of his briefs and looked down at the girl . This is really it , he told himself. This isn't a dream; she's a real girl, even if she is getting paid. "Do I get to undress you?" he inquired.

Erica stood and smiled. "Sure." She held her arms loose and downward as the lad slid the robe from her form. She felt both the cool air and his eyes on her flesh at the same moment. She found the latter welcome the instant she noted his smile.

"You sure are perty," Fred declared again. The lad continued to leer as the girl reached into the tub to turn on the shower and adjust the temperature.

Erica looked up to the boy and jerked her head toward the tub. "Tall folks to the rear."

"Oh, ok," Fred muttered, awkwardly climbing around the shower curtain and into the basin.

Rickie followed, raising the showerhead so that the blast struck the boy directly in his furry chest. "Hands up," she ordered.

Fred followed the girl's instructions as she leisurely lathered, then washed his body. Although he coveted the feel of her hands on his skin, he silently begged her to hurry; after waiting what seemed like an eternity to be with a girl, he desperately wanted to feel more, much more, than just her hands.

Erica's washing lingered as she reached his cock. She smiled as she felt his firmness when she lathered him. Her eyes found his. He really does want me, she thought . A guy can't get hard otherwise, right? She wrinkled her nose as her confidence built alongside her lust. No! It's hard for me! This cock is mine for tonight; all mine.

Fred tensed as the girl began to stroke his rod in what he still believed to be a cleansing motion. His cock, however, perceived the sensation as something entirely different and threatened to immediately jettison its cargo. "Stop," he cried.

"What?" Erica asked, releasing her prize. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Fred said, his eyes wandering. "You almost made me shoot."

Erica's eyebrows bounced. "Did I?"

"Yes."

The girl tilted her head. "Why didn't you want me to continue?"

"It, uh," Fred stammered, "gets soft afterwards, you know."

Erica smiled broadly. "Oh, I'm sure we can get him hard again." She squeezed the lad's firm rod again, relishing when he shuddered in response. "You want me to suck it?"

Fred sniffed, then swallowed. "Sure," he said softly. "If you want to?"

"Oh," Erica hissed. "I want to." Still grasping his shaft, she fell to her knees. She aimed his cock at her face and quickly brought her mouth to the tip, first kissing, then licking his sensitive crown.

"Oh," Fred gasped. "That's very good."

Erica paused. "Really? Better than your hand?"

"Oh, yeah," Fred replied. "That's better than anything I've ever done."

Erica's eyes rose as her brow fell. "I thought you hadn't been with a girl before?"

"I haven't," Fred asserted.

"Then what have you done besides your hand?"

The lad twitched his lips as his eyes darted about.

Rickie sensed his reluctance immediately. "C'mon," she coaxed, moving her fist over his cock in a slow caress. "You can tell me ."

Fred released an extended sigh. "A sheep."

Erica's face tensed and her eyes flew wide. "A sheep!"

Fred's lips twitched even more as he at once regretted his honesty. He brought his hands together and wove his fingers amongst one another. His eyes moistened. "I just never thought I'd ever be with a real girl."

Erica's jaw dropped for a moment before she recovered to speak. "I remember when I never thought any boy would want me too."

"Really?"

Erica nodded in reply. "Yes, really."

Fred averted her gaze. "I'll understand," he said, "if you don't, you know, want to be with me now that, uh, you know what else, uh, I've been with. I'll still see you get paid."

Erica smiled. "Don't be silly," she said. "Does this feel like I don't want you?" She brought her lips quickly back to his slightly softer shaft, once again kissing and licking his supple head.

Convincing herself that his dick did not taste any different than before she had known it's prior engagements, Rickie pushed onward, taking all of his head plus an inch or so beyond over her tongue and into her nurturing mouth.

Fred sighed and his thighs clenched. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. Erica felt his shaft twitch, followed by a steady seepage. Initially, she thought this was the main event, but she soon realized the scant saline solution was just an appetizer.

Knowing the main course could not be far behind, the girl increased the force and pace of her suction. Fred's already engorged head expanded noticeably. His eyeballs rolled behind his quivering lids. He began making short gasping sounds, followed by a long, low moan as he felt the base of his shaft begin to tingle.

Erica recalled her sister's recent words regarding the substance she would soon taste. She closed her eyes, determined not to let her lover know that she found his seed unpleasant. In spite of the sudden flaring of the crown and the throb that ran the length of the underside of the boy's shaft, the first volley that burst upon her palate still caught the inexperienced girl off guard.

But it was not an unpleasant surprise. Rickie's eyes flew open. "Umhmmm," she moaned softly, as the flavor came as a succulent treat rather than a horrid shock. Resuming her rhythm, she continued to suck, genuinely relishing each new offering, all the while lamenting that each pulse seemed smaller than the one before.

The pudgy blonde kept suckling upon Fred's slowly shrinking cock even after the last drop had been delivered, showing her heartfelt thanks for all it had given her.

"Stop," Fred finally gasped between breaths.

Erica finally allowed the spent shaft to slip from between her beaming lips. "How was that?"

Fred shivered as he looked down upon the drenched girl. "Oh, God," he gasped. "I think I can die happy now."

"Not yet you can't!" Erica insisted. "There's a lot more where that came from and I want it all ."

"Do you really like that stuff?" Fred asked. "Eating it, I mean."

"I love it," Erica whispered wantonly as she stood. "But only when it comes from a guy I like. And I like you, a lot." She reached out to the lad's cock and began to stroke it affectionately. "When I get married, my husband is going to let me suck my dinner out of his cock every night. Maybe my breakfast too. Would you like to be my husband tonight?"

Fred gulped. "Oh, God," he muttered, his breathing still raspy. "I think I'd like to be your husband every night."

Rickie released a licentious purr. "Ok, but my pussy needs to taste your cock too." She reached back and shut off the water before wrinkling her nose. "Are you ready to fuck me?"

"Oh, God," Fred gasped. "Yes, please ."

Erica stepped from the tub and donned her robe. Opening the door a crack, she listened, then looked. "Sounds like they've gone somewhere else," she announced. "Meet you back in your room."

Without awaiting reply, the girl dashed down the hall. As she passed the point where the hall fed the common areas of the house, she paused. There, unguarded, was the front door. She recalled in an instant her promise to Veronica to flee if given the chance.

Erica sighed as she looked back to the bathroom, then back to the entryway. She knew at once her conscience would not let her leave, but she wasn't sure why. Resolving to decide why later, she continued down the corridor and into the lad's room.

Leaving the door ajar, Rickie tossed her robe amid the clutter and climbed into the bed. Wiggling modestly under the sheets, she immediately noticed that the boy's bed was no cleaner than the boy himself had been. With a sigh, she decided she probably wouldn't care in a few minutes. She was correct.

Fred arrived shortly, dropping his own clothes in a pile and scurrying around the other side of the bed. He climbed under the sheets as well, then looked to the girl he now thought of as his tutor. "Ok," he nodded. "I'm ready."

"Me too!" Erica licked her lips. "How do you want to do it?"

"I don't know," Fred admitted. "I've never done it before. Which way is best?"

"I think the usual way is boy on top," Rickie noted. "Want to start that way?"

Fred imagined himself atop the girl, struggling vainly to find the target with his cock. He wanted to avoid that embarrassment at all costs. "How about, uh, girl on top," He suggested. "That way I can see you better."

"Ok," Erica agreed. "But I've not done it that way much."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, I mean, uh, compared to the other ways I've done it."

"What do I do?" asked Fred.

"Just lay there," Erica guessed. "I'll do the rest." She bit her lip as the lad complied. Relax , she instructed herself as she rose to her knees. Even if you fuck up, he won't know!

The girl reached under the sheets, her hand unerringly finding the boy's erect member. "Looks like you're ready again," she noted. She wrinkled her nose wantonly. "But what say I just make sure you're good and hard."

Erica brazenly threw the sheets to the foot of the bed, then crawled between Fred's thighs. Looking up to return his gaze, she boldly took his cock in one hand and steered it once again between her lips.

Fingering herself with her other hand, Rickie again fellated her beau. Though his shaft was already stiff, in short order it became rigid. Soon the girl sampled its thin, salty seepage. How poetic, she thought, as she felt herself also being to moisten as well.

"You're ready!" Erica announced as she freed her lips. "And so am I! I love the way your cock feels in my mouth. I bet it's going to feel just as good in my pussy."

A wave of insecurity swept the young virgin as she realized the moment of truth was upon her. So intent had she been on playing her role, so pleased had she been that a boy actually wanted her, that she had not considered the approach of an important moment in her life. She hesitated, unwilling to make the mistake that would betray her secret. Her eyes found his. His orbs were alive with desire, anticipation, trust, and more. How she wanted to tell him, to let him know they were both about to share a special moment.

With a firm sigh, Rickie scooted forward to straddle the young man's waist. Steadying herself with one hand, she grasped his rod with the other, directing its head towards her passage. She rubbed the supple crown about her entry for several seconds, then eased herself slowly downward.

Erica tensed as she felt the boy's cock slowly invade her previously unsullied interior. The girl had secretly toyed with a few of her sister's vibrators, but she had found these hard, cold, and impersonal.

The girl released a sigh of satisfaction as she sank fully upon the shaft. She found his member firm, yet pliant, massive, yet manageable; completely superior in every way to the false phalluses.

Fred was equally enthralled, his eyes trembling in their sockets as he savored the ecstasy of her feminine sleeve caressing his manhood. "I love you," he muttered.

The boy's eyes flew wide as his own words reached his ears. He looked up at the girl and was pleased to find her smiling.

"Does that mean you like it?" Rickie asked.

"Oh, God, yes," Fred stammered. "You are so perfect. I never thought a girl could look as perty as you do right now."

Erica closed her eyes, trying to capture for eternity the sound of the most sincere compliment she ever expected to receive.

"Then what?" Veronica asked incredulously.

"After he said I was perfect," Erica related, "He said I was sexy and beautiful too. Can you believe it! A boy really called me beautiful!"

"Yeah, yeah. I believe it. Then what?"

"Well, I just kept riding him. It was wonderful. I just did whatever I wanted, whatever felt good and he kept telling me how he loved me. It was better than I ever imagined."

"You do remember we're essentially being raped here?" Veronica reminded her sibling.

"Fred didn't rape me!" Erica protested. "He didn't even know. He still doesn't know. He's a nice guy, not like his brothers at all. He even asked if I was ok, don't you remember?"

Veronica twisted her lips in contemplation. "I guess he did say that," she admitted. "It just seems a little wrong, you actually enjoying it."

"Yeah," Erica nodded. "I felt weird a few times too, but I really did like it. All of it." Her eyes wandered as she sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I guess I shouldn't have liked it."

Veronica smiled as she slowly shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. I mean, there's always someone suffering in the world, yet we still have to enjoy ourselves, right?"

Erica did not return the grin. "Maybe it's not alright when the someone that's suffering is the someone you care most about in all the world."

"Was he your first?" Veronica inquired abruptly.

Erica's features stiffened as she considered how to reply. Quickly, she realized she'd already answered with her face and there was no point in lying with her mouth. "Yes, he was my first."

"Well," Veronica started solemnly. "Then I'm glad it was Fred and not one of the other two bastards."

Rickie allowed herself a wide grin. "Me too!"