Brianne - Home Work

Over the next few weeks Samantha and Brianne established a routine of sorts. Sam
and Brian saw each other every day at school but of course there was little
chance of getting together.

After all it was beneath the dignity of Grade XIs to
associate with grade IXs. At least once a week I would go over to Sam's after school.
The first few times I still felt uncomfortable undressing in the basement and
going naked into the rest of the house. As the days went by though it became easier
and easier. Sometimes I didn't even want to dress. I didn't want Brianne to come.
I just wanted to have Sue all to myself even if it meant I had to stay naked. What
a mess. When Brianne comes I feel excited but a little scared. When Brian is around
I feel as if I know what is happening but it doesn't always feel right.

Most afternoons we would head off to Sam's room for a quick jerk off session. Week
by week Sam taught me new things. That first day when he licked up my cum I
thought it was gross, but I have been trying it home. After a couple of weeks I
found I really like the taste of my cum. I even tried spurting right into my mouth.
So far I have not been a very good shot, most of it seemed to end up on my face,
but I'm getting better.

On our third or fourth date Sam said he would like to give me a blow job instead of just
jacking off. I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about but said OK. He had me
lay down on the bed and then he bent over and kissed my cock. I shivered. Then he
started to lick me and to play with my balls. Up and down, licking and kissing. He
took my cock into his mouth and started sucking on it. Geeze, I could feel myself
coming. Without thinking I grabbed his head and pulled him onto my cock, shooting
my load right into his mouth.

After our jacking off we got dressed and went back to the kitchen where Sue always had
a snack ready for us, usually juice and cookies or piece of home made cake or pie.
We would sit round the table and do our homework. Samantha would be wearing a
dress or skirt and top. I always wore the same outfit, the uniform of a local, private,
girl's school. I wore black knee socks, a plaid, pleated mini-skirt and a white blouse
(really a shirt) and a striped tie. The uniform was finished off with black shoes with
a 2 inch heel. I wanted to wear some of Samantha's pretty clothes but she told me that
Sue liked the way I looked as a grade VII schoolgirl, so that was the way it was. I was
allowed to choose my own underwear from Samantha's well stocked lingerie
drawers. Although I tried many sets in those early days I must admit that the best
was just a set of plain, cotton panties and a training bra.

I learned a lot from Sue in those early days. Sometimes she would show me something,
like how to smooth out my skirt before sitting down. Other times she would tell me
something about which there would be no arguments, things like always, but always,
sit down to pee. It seemed silly at first but I must admit it helped to be Brianne.
There was also a very practical advantage. My sister and I shared the chore of keeping the
bathroom clean at home. Once I started sitting there was a great deal less "spray" around
the toilet bowl. Now if we could only persuade those pig-men visitors to also sit the
bathroom would need a lot less cleaning.

I loved those early days. It was comfortable, safe, being a 12 or 13 year old again. Having a
great adult looking after me, making all the big decisions, what to wear, what to do ("get
your homework done, young lady, or there'll be a warm bottom for you tonight"). I don't
think she meant her threats, but it was great being back in the nest having someone
who cared. There was also big sister Samantha, someone to do the naughty things with,
someone who had already been through it and knew all the tricks, or at least knew more
than I did. So different from my other sister who hardly knew I existed.

One day Sue suggested that I might like to stay over for supper. A quick phone call home
to Mum and I had permission to stay out until 9 o'clock.

"Do you girls have much homework tonight?"

"I don't have any."

"How about you, Brianne?"

"Just a bit of math, which wont take long."

"Well, how about if we have a little bit of a party. As soon as Brianne has finished her
homework why don't you girls go and change into a party dress. I was going to cook,
but maybe I'll just order in some pizza, how does that sound?"

"OK by me." Samantha sounded bored by the whole thing.

"Brianne?"

"Oh yes please. It'll be sooo cool." I was feeling far from cool. I was hot, itchy, bouncy,
excited. I could hardly sit still. You'd think I'd never been to a party before, but then, of
course, Brianne never had been to a party of any kind. It was hard, but I finished my math.

"All done."

"Let's see it." I took my homework over to Sue. She insisted on always seeing my work.
Sometimes she made me do something over, but it was not like at home or at school.
It wasn't a chore or a punishment to do something over for Sue. She always made
suggestions that made me feel that I was doing OK but I could do a
little better. I must say my grades were going up a bit since I met her and Samantha.

"Looks pretty good to me. You'd better go and get changed before Sam has taken the
prettiest things." She gave me a hug and a kiss on the top of my head.
"We must do something about that hair of yours, it's getting a little bit wild."

I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "I love you".

"I know, darling, and I love you too. Now go and get changed while I order the pizza."

As I headed off to Samantha's room I felt a swat on my bum. I looked round and Sue
was grinning at me. I don't know why, but as I went down the hallway I just had to
waggle my hips. I heard Sue laughing as I went into Samantha's room.
Samantha was stretched out on the bed looking just a little pissed off.

"What's bugging you, Sam?'

"Nothing."

"Oh yeah, and pigs fly. Come on, something is bothering you. Have I upset
you somehow."

"Ah fuck it. It just seems every time you come over you spend all your time
drooling over Sue. It's sickening."

The penny dropped. The green-eyed monster was in residence. I climbed up onto
the bed and snuggled up to Sam. She turned onto her side with her back to me. I
moved as close as I could and put my arm around her waist. My clit was stirring.
My hand slipped down to her thigh and under her skirt.

"Gee Sam, Sue is cool. I like her a lot. She's like a really, really neat Mum, but
you're my friend. You're the one I like to do things with. You're my truly bestest
friend. I love you Sam."

That was the second time in a few minutes that I had told someone that I loved
them. Did I mean any of it. Can you be in love with more than one person at a
time. What about Mum. I loved her too but I didn't want to do things with her
that I did with Sam. And even my miserable, bossy sister. I loved her, but it was
different. I didn't mind giving her a hug now and then but I sure as hell didn't
want to snuggle up with like I did with Sam. These and a million other things were
swirling around in my mind. I felt so frustrated. I didn't know what to do. I
started to cry. I couldn't stop the tears; I was sobbing out loud.

Sam rolled over. She slipped one arm under my head and the other over my waist.
She pulled me tightly to her and began stroking my hair. She was saying something
to me but I've no idea what the words were. My whole body was shaking with my
crying. Slowly my crying eased up. I began to feel a little more human. The
doorbell rang.

"Come on girls, the pizza's here."

Sam looked at me. "You'd better go and wash your face. We haven't got time to
change now. Maybe after supper."

I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. My eyes were red rimmed
and a bit bloodshot. No way I was going to hide that. It was a quiet group that sat down
for supper.

"Hey, I thought you girls were going to change into party things. Brianne, honey, you've
been crying. Is anything wrong?"

Sam leapt in, "Oh, just some pretty heavy girl talk. Meaning of life and all that jazz."
I felt the tears starting again. Not in front of Sue. I left the table and headed for the
bathroom where it started all over again. I couldn't stop crying. I just felt so fucked
up. There was a knock at the door.

"Brianne, it's me Sue. May I come in?'

"Leave me alone."

"Please let me in."

O god. I wanted her to hold me but she couldn't see me like this. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I
wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something. I wanted to break things but I also
wanted to someone to hold me, to tell me what to do, to tell me what was wrong. I
opened the door. Sue was standing there. I threw my arms around her and buried my
head into her breast. I cried and cried and cried as I had never cried before in my life.
My whole body was shaking. Sue didn't try to tell me that nothing was wrong, that
everything was going to be alright. She just let me cry and cry and cry. Slowly I began
to calm down.

"Brianne, dear, we need to have a serious talk together, but not tonight. Right now I
want you to get changed and then I'm going to take you home."

She took my hand and lead me to Sam's room. My boy clothes were laid out on the bed.

"But the rule ..."

"I know, sweetheart, but just this once you may dress here and then we're going home."

I changed into my boy clothes. Being in the house dressed like this I felt more uncomfortable
than I ever had when I was naked. Boy, or do I mean girl, how things change.

As we walked home Sue held my hand. I felt small and vulnerable. I had been dressing
as a thirteen year old schoolgirl around Sue for several weeks now and was quite used
to that but tonight on the way home I felt like small boy again. When we reached out
house Sue said she was coming in.

"Why, what .."

"It's OK dear, there's nothing wrong, I just want to say Hi to your Mum."

As we went into the house I could hear Mum coming from the kitchen.

"Hello, Mrs. Dale, I'm Sue."

"Good evening. Oh God, Brian, what's up."

I could feel the tears starting all over again. I ran to Mum and hugged her.
"Mum, I love you, I love you, I love you."

"It's alright Mrs. Dale. He's not injured or anything. Brianne, why don't you go to
your room while your Mum and I have a chat."