"What are *you* doing here?"  Yes, she was surprised to find me at her doorstep.

Joanie, my sister."I just had to get away."

"Well, Mom and Dad are going to *kill* you," she answered, still just standing in
the doorway to her apartment, looking at me.

"Listen... listen, can I come in?"  She stood aside and let me in, then turned
around, closing the door, and looked at me.  I stood nervously in the middle of
her living room.  "You don't have to tell them," I added. Yes, they'd definitely
be mad knowing I'd skipped out while classes were in session.  "Please?  I *had*
to get away!"

She gave a little half laugh and walked away from the door toward the kitchen. 
She was amused.  I knew she wouldn't tell Mom and Dad.  I just *knew* it: she'd
been through college and probably knew very well how it could get you down.  I
followed her into the kitchen and sat down.

"Need something to drink?" she asked, pulling a carton of milk out of the fridge.
 I let out my breath when she said that: now I was certain she wouldn't tell. 
I'd go back--I wasn't dropping out or anything--I just needed a break.  I drank
some milk.

"What *is* it?" she asked.

"Nothing!  You know, I just had to get away."

She didn't respond right away.  She was looking at me.  Once again I felt
nervous: Joanie did that when she was up to something.  She wouldn't tell, would
she?  "You know," she started, "having you here isn't so great: I've got a date
tonight."

"Oh, don't worry about me," I volunteered.  I wondered why she worried about
*that*.

"Well, it's not so easy having you here."  She must have been thinking of
bringing the guy here.  I could see her point and started trying to think of some
solution.  I could make myself scarce for a while.  Was she planning on having
him overnight?  She probably had no specific plans, but wasn't likely to be happy
having the decision determined beforehand by her brother's presence.

"How late do you want me to stay out?"  I could make my offer.  She didn't
answer, but stood up and left.  I followed her, done with my milk.  She turned
around and looked at me again. She makes me so nervous.

"You're going to do me a favor," she finally said.  I detected a hint of a grin
on her face.

"What?"

"Come here," she added, not enlightening me at all, but leading me into the
bedroom. She was in her closet and had a dress in her hand.  She held it up in
front of me, hanger and all, looking at it.  I was confused. "Put it on," she
said.

"Joanie!" I said.  No, I wasn't as alarmed as you might think: in fact, I'd worn
Joanie's clothes before: when she was pinning dresses and skirts.  Much to my
chagrin, she'd discovered I was close to her size when we'd been in high school. 
I didn't particularly want to go through that again, but she was always both
grateful about it and never did anything to embarrass me.

"Come on," she said, cajolingly.  She smiled.  There was no escape: she was
letting me stay without telling Mom and Dad.   Well, I didn't really have much to
do anyway.  I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Thanks," she said as she left the
room, sounding sincerely grateful.

I peeked out of the bedroom in my stocking feet and the dress.  I'd have heard if
anyone else had come in the apartment, since the bedroom door was open, so I
headed for the kitchen where I heard Joanie doing something. She looked up at me
and smiled.  And she looked me up and down.  I didn't feel right about something:
she didn't seem to be getting ready for any sewing work.  "Looks good," she said,
still smiling.

I almost said a "b" word. "What do you want?" I managed to say with admirable
restraint.

"You're going to do me a favor," she said.  I was alarmed and didn't answer. I
couldn't figure out what she might be thinking, but I knew it was a lot more than
I bargained for.  "Gerold wants a threesome."

"What!?""He's been hinting.  It's best I do something about it or he'll stick
with Victoria."

"Victoria?"  I was confused."His wife."  The guy's married!

"Joanie, I'm not into that!  There's no way..."

"Listen, you don't have to do anything."  I eyed her suspiciously.  "I'll tell
him you're my friend and that you'll watch and that's all."

"No way!"  I still wasn't sure I understood this, but I wanted no part of it.

"Really, I swear!  All you have to do is watch! He's been bugging me about
whether I was *into women*--I can tell he's thinking *threesome*.  I'll tell him
you're a friend of mine and that you'll watch us, but nothing more.  It won't be
precisely what he was hinting at, but I'll bet it'll be much more than he'll ever
get out of that *Victoria*.

"I tried to imagine it, but couldn't.  "No: no way!"

"Listen, I don't want to have to call Dad."

I stared at her.  I couldn't believe she'd said that.  She looked guilty.
"Please, I'm desperate--you don't know what it's like being the *other woman*."

"Joanie, this is too much."

"Just dress like it, and watch. That's all."

"And he's *really* going to think I'm a woman?"

"That won't be any trouble: sorry, but it's true;  I can get a wig and do your
face..."  I stared at her.  Finally, she went on: "It's that or Dad--sorry, but
I've got to do this."

He was big and tall and that frightened me somehow.  I'm not very tall--I guess
you gathered that since I can wear Joanie's clothes.  I wasn't as nervous about
the possibility of him spotting me for a man as I might have predicted: Joanie
had performed magic on me, and the mirror told me no one was going to start
wondering.  Besides, I was probably a bit drunk: Joanie and I had prepared
ourselves.

Joanie whispered in his ear.  She'd just finished introducing me as *Debbie*.  I
realized it wasn't really going to be much of a date: just heading straight for
the bedroom. What kind of relationship was it that Joanie had with this guy?

He stared at me.  While Joanie whispered to him, I noticed a slight smile grow on
his face.  Joanie took me by the hand and pulled me into the bedroom.  Gerold was
right there behind us.

I sat on a chair, watching them.  They were still dressed, sitting on the bed,
kissing.  They just kissed and kissed for what seemed like minutes, not really
moving much.  Gerold had Joanie's face in his hands.

Finally they broke it. Joanie was ut of breath.  Gerold immediately had her lying
on the bed and leaned over and kissed her again.  His right hand was sliding up
and down her body over her dress.  Finally it slid underneath the hem. I knew it
had reached home: her face showed it and she brought one knee up.  He still
kissed her.  She was beginning to writhe and I heard her groan through the kiss,
but he didn't stop.

Then he finally stopped.  He sat up, but she still lay there, staring up at the
ceiling, breathing heavily, his hand between her legs.  Her breathing was picking
up.  I'd certainly never seen Joanie like this: my own sister in the throes of
passion.  More than once it seemed like she was on the verge, only to fail to
make it.  I caught her face one of those times, and it was pure desperation.

His hand was out from between her legs and he was running it up and down her body
again, over her breasts and the front of her body.  He lifted her to sitting.  He
touched her lips with his fingertips, then kissed her again for a couple of
seconds.

"Please," she begged, still breathing hard.  It was amazing to see a woman turned
on as much as she was.  I was hard.

He glanced at me, then looked back at her.  "Kiss Debbie," he said.  His hand was
back under her dress again and once again she looked like she was about to.  But
he withdrew it again.

"No... please...  bastard..." she said, having trouble talking between her
breaths.

"Kiss her," he said, his voice harder, and he pulled her over to me. There was my
sister, Joanie, kneeling next to me breathing like she'd just run a marathon. 
His hands were on her breasts.

"Do it, now."

Her eyes were wild.  She grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss.  Her mouth
was open.  At first she had trouble kissing because of her breathing, but managed
to get her tongue in my mouth.  I took her head in my hand and kissed her back--I
was so hard.

We just kissed and kissed.  I wasn't thinking--just reacting and feeling. My
hands were soon on her back, and going up and down her body.  Her rear.  Then we
were locked in embrace and standing.  I felt my cock against her and her breasts
against me.  It was just us.Then we were apart.  Gerold had separated us.  Then
his mouth was on mine!  I still can't believe it, but I didn't think, I just
reacted.

He stopped after a couple of seconds.  If he hadn't, I might have come to my
senses and pulled away.  Then he kissed Joanie the same way except that he leaned
her way backward as he kissed her.But he stopped again, pulling her to standing. 
"Tell Debbie to kneel," he said.She looked at me.  I saw desperation in her eyes
though she didn't say a word.  Finally she whispered in my ear: "Do it."

I was on my knees.  He stood in front of me and unzipped his pants! "Touch her,"
he told Joanie.  There it was, in front of me. Joanie was behind me, her hands
all over me.  He took my head with his hands and guided it.

"She's new to this," he said after a little while, to Joanie.  It was so big in
my mouth.  I *never* thought I'd ever be doing this.

He didn't come.  He stopped.  Then I was on the bed--he'd put me there. On my
hands and knees.  Joanie lay under me.  She pulled on my head down, kissing me
and I was forced down to my elbows. I felt my dress lifted up over my back and my
underpants pulled down. He was going to see.

He laughed.  Joanie still kissed me, her arms wrapped around my chest. She pulled
me against her, practically lifting herself off the bed.  My rear was completely
uncovered and he was roaring with laughter.  He'd seen and he was laughing.  Then
suddenly he was in me to the hilt.That was months ago: tonight Joanie and I wait
kneeling in her living room.  We're both dressed in short nightgowns.  Each of us
has a leather collar around our neck.  My hair is long, like Joanie's.  A thin
chain dangles between us linking our collars.  We just wait.

Gerold opens the door with his key.  As usual, Victoria is with him.  This time
they've brought another couple that I've  never seen before.  The four of them
are dressed up--they've obviously just been out to dinner. Joanie and I continue
to kneel, making no move.  Our hands are folded on top of our heads.

Victoria walks up to Joanie and takes Joanie's chin in her hand.  She lifts
Joanie's face and looks down at her.  I can sense that Joanie's turned on.  "Is
that the boy?" asks the other woman.

Victoria giggles slightly at the question, still looking down at Joanie's face. 
"Does it matter?" she replies.

Later the four of them sit around the living room watching Joanie and me in the
middle of the carpet.  Victoria and the other woman sit together on the couch. 
Holding hands.  Joanie now has a dildo strapped on her.  I'm on my hands and
knees and she's in me. I'm very hard.  The chain still joins our collars.