God Summer with Nothing to do by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

God summer with nothing to do, last time I complained to mom she’d signed me up for an advanced driver ed course.  Heather tagged along to keep me company.  God the instructor was strict, double declutch, change up a gear, change down a gear, too much pedal, steer into a skid, watch out for the car three cars ahead.  Whoever uses all that stuff, I mean manual gears, give me a break.  Mom said it was good value though as it meant her insurance rates were cut by 25%.  I wasn’t going to moan at her again in case she signed me up for a plumbing course, just think what that would do to my nails, or even camp in the country.  Imagine a month without access to a nail salon.  I was so bored I bugged my kid brother into letting me play with his new game thingy.  Some sort of racing car game that was quite difficult if you put too much pressure on the accelerator at the wrong time.

He’d even downloaded an AI thingy that ran on my lap top and controlled the game through the USB blue thingy and showed me some sort of 3D graph of the optimum speed versus curve he’d found on the internet .  God it’s still summer still the pits, Heather rang so we hit the Mall but with nothing left of my monthly dress allowance there wasn’t any real fun doing that either.

Finally I bugged Heather about Martin.  She’s crazy about him and goes deep red whenever I mention his name the same shade as his new car, well new to him he got it off some rich kid with the money from his summer job, so he was never going to notice her again.  We were fantasizing about getting Martin’s attention when Toe Rag came in and said why didn’t Heather just borrow my blue skirt and drive his car away, that would get his attention.  We just looked at each other.  I mean there is getting attention and getting attention.  Toe Rag said it would be easy because the AI had learnt to control a Viper in the game so you just needed to run the program with the USB thingy plugged into and a blue tooth thingy plugged into the car.

He made me drive mom’s people truck over to Martin’s and then we sneaked open the hood so he could plug in the blue tooth whatever then he showed us how he could get all the data on the lap top.  

I put hood down before we got killed and we sat in mom’s people mobile whilst Toe Rag programmed the lap top to change the governor’s top speed according to the AI’s input.  We left Martin’s car governed at 5 mph.

We went for a drive in the country, up in the hills, there’s a really neat road known locally at the Dairy Queen as Devil’s Run that has lots of S bends and stuff but the views are really great and there aren’t any intersections.  Heather thought that Martin and the others drove it sometimes on a Friday night to show off their driving skills.  We saw a couple of cars rusting in the creek at the base of the hill where the drivers had run out of road but we also saw some Bambis and lots of birds, really big ones.  Toe Rag sat happily in the back playing on my laptop, I didn’t understand why he came at all unless it was to avoid mom.  Last time he said he was bored she’d signed him up for sewing lessons so he can sew his own shirts buttons back on.  You know the slime ball charged me $5 to shorten my blue pleated skirt?  Any way by the time we got back I thought we’d better see how Martin was getting on.  I knocked on his door but his mom said he’d gone off with Jeff in Jeff’s car down to the Dairy Queen because unfortunately his wasn’t running too well.

Jeff, oh hadn’t I spoken about him before, well he’s like just Jeff.  You know the guy who just never phones even though I’ve programmed my ultra private confidential unlisted cell number in his cell phone.  We dropped mom’s people truck off at home, it’s just like so uncool definitely not cruising the Diary Queen standard.  Then before we went down to Dairy Queen we thought to give Martin time to cool off Heather went through my wardrobe and tried things on.  She takes the same dress size as me and the same shoe size as my mom so we even dug out mom’s really old heels from like twenty years ago that she’s never thrown out and Heather tottered round on them.  

God we were giggling away when Toe Rag came walking in.  Heather screamed when the door opened and I threw a pillow at him and told him to get out whilst Heather was undressed but Heather said it was OK cause it was only Toe Rag and she didn’t mind if he used her in his wet dreams.  Toe Rag asked why would he dream of Heather and what was a wet dream?  God save me from younger brothers.  Then he handed me back my lap top and said if we wanted to we could drive the fastest ever over Devil’s Run in Martin’s car.  The little scamp had only mapped out the entire road with the lap top’s integral GPS then cross fed it into the AI.  Heather gave him a good groping which got him all embarrassed and finally topped it off by pulling out his hard thingy and giving it a kiss on the end.  Well I couldn’t just leave him in that state could I after all he is my brother and I have some sense of responsibility so had to finish him off by hand didn’t I?  Of course I wasn’t thinking and he came with a really big spurt all over Heather and after Heather had a shower we had to put the sheets into wash afterwards.  We made Toe Rag wash her undies by hand though.

Toe Rag just gets these weird ideas, to make up he asked Heather if she had any skirts she wanted shortening whilst he had the sewing machine out.  So Heather steps out of her skirt and is wandering round in my best bra and panties whilst Toe Rag whirls way with the sewing machine.  When he came back he brought back both my tartan pleated skirt which he’d shortened already and my blue pleated skirt which he hadn’t shortened even though he’d had the five bucks.  I tried the tartan skirt on, God if it was an inch longer it would be indecent.  Heather’s taller than me with really great legs, when she tried on my blue skirt Toe Rag wasn’t satisfied she had to put on mom’s heels and the garter belt and stockings I wore for my cousin’s wedding.  Then he pinned up the skirt so it barely covered the stocking tops before shortening it.  Heather was looking a bit flushed from putting herself on display, fancy getting warm from just displaying herself to Toe Rag.  Then Toe Rag had her take off her bra and put on my new silk blouse which made sense cause her boobs are a different shape to mine.  Well if we were going flaunting I wasn’t going to be left out so I went bra less as well with just the tiniest micro thong under my thin sun dress that barely covered my clit and slit.  Toe Rag reckoned we were ready to go and do the deed.  We looked at each other like no way.  Well we rushed and even so it took thirty minutes before we’d touched up our hair and makeup.

Then we were ready.  Heather and I walked over to Martin’s house and Heather popped into the kitchen.  “Hi Mrs. Hambros, are Martin’s car keys around?”  “You’re looking nice dear, you shouldn’t let him walk all over you, you should tell him to come and get his own keys.”  I held my breath.  Heather came out a few seconds later waving them in her hand.  We’d done it.  We climbed in the convertible and slowly drove off.  A few yards from the house I opened the lap top and switched on.  Toe Rag had put an icon on the desktop to raise the top speed to 30 mph, I clicked.  Heather touched the gas and my seat immediately hit me in the bum.  We were doing the speed limit.

We cruised by the Dairy Queen and turned some heads.  Then there was a yell.  Martin had noticed us, Oh well that was the end of cruising, he dragged Jeff over to his car and they set off after us in the Mustang.  Heather was getting anxious by the time we reached the start of the Devil’s run just on the town’s limits they were right behind us.  I clicked the AI symbol and the car had a little surge forward, Jeff had drawn alongside and Martin was pointing into the curb, No way!  I saw the switch marked supercharger on the dash and flipped it up.  Heather hit the gas, the seat hit me in the bum again and we took off, I mean really took off.  I clipped the web cam to my seat belt just for the hell of it and looked at the lap top screen.  Toe Rag had shown me this sort of weird doughnut shaped 3d graphic with a dot on it for the car and a blue dot for the optimum place that the AI had worked out.  All we had to do was keep it on the doughnut, if it fell down the middle we were toast, if it fell off the outside we were too slow.  I waved my hands to get Heather to go faster, as we came up to the corner I wiggled my hands again to slow down.  Fortunately we were on a straight bit when the wind caught my sun dress and I had to tuck it under my legs.

I was so busy trying to keep the dot in the right place I didn’t have time to look at the spectacular views.  It seemed like no time at all we were back off the mountain, when I clicked the 30 mph as we hit the town again we both fell forward against the seat belts.  God we’d done it, we drove quietly back to Martin’s and parked the car.  I picked up my lap top and we went in to await the guys.

“Back already?  Good I’ve just baked a chocolate cake.  Is Martin still outside?”  “We’re expecting him through the door any moment.”  “Probably polishing his new car again, now if only I could get him interested in the furniture.”  Martin’s mom smiled and served us iced tea and chocolate cake.  I remember thinking my ideal last supper.  Heather sat nervously on the edge of the sofa and I quaked in the leather sling chair.  “Do you think we should have?”  “You don’t think they tried to keep up and crashed?”  The back door crashed open.  “Where are they!”  Martin was back.  “If you want the girls they’re in the family room drinking tea dear.”  Martin’s mother can be just too helpful sometimes.  I crossed my fingers behind my back.  “Were you looking for us perhaps?”  We’d definitely got their attention.

Martin marched across the room scooped up Heather, turned her over his knee and yanked down the silken scrap covering her butt.  I honestly felt for Heather as his hand came down, practically as much as I felt for my best silk pair as they ended up round her ankles.  God if I’d realised I would have carefully eased them down myself before he arrived.  “You could killed yourself you bloody fool, don’t ever do that again.”  He’d turned her over and held her, her face inches away from his own.  Heather reached up and put her hand behind his neck and pulled him down.  “Do I get a kiss better now?”  Jeff just sat down open mouthed in the chair next to mine looking at Heather making a spectacle of herself in her short skirt and stockings.  “Is that what I have to do to get your attention then?  Take my panties off?”  I stood up and undid the buttons down the front of my summer dress then slipped my panties off before dropping first them followed by myself in his lap.  We necked and I felt his hand cupping my boob beneath my dress.  When we came up for air he murmured “God girl we were so scared when you took off like that.  Come here.”  I wiggled and soon had him on the carpet, Jeff’s always been a bit shy but once I had his Levi’s unzipped and scooped him out instinct took over.  I’ll say one thing for tiny micro thongs they slid off easily.

Across the room Heather had squirmed around so she was underneath Martin, her hands clasped together behind his neck.  “God girl I might have lost you, how could you do that?” he panted as he rammed his body into hers.  “You’re never ever going to do that again, I’m just selling the dammed car.”

Martin’s mother put her head round the door.  “Selling the car, what a good idea, Martin I do hope what I’m seeing here is two engaged couples communicating and not some sort of teenage orgy.  You know your father’s views on orgies.”  Jeff smiled so I dug him in the ribs.  Martin growled out “Of course we’d dammed well engaged.”  Heather smiled.  I looked up at Jeff, “Well he hasn’t actually asked me properly yet?”  “You’re engaged as well!”  “To you?” I asked innocently fluttering my false eye lashes.  I felt a sort of squirt deep inside me then a wonderful glow as he thrust himself into me.  I rather liked this being engaged.

“Just what sort of speed were you to doing back there?”  I pulled out the DVD that the lap top had just burnt and handed it to him.  I never thought where the camera was pointing.  I mean yes the top part you could see the road and the speed we were doing but the bottom half was like some porno movie especially on a fifty inch plasma screen.  There was me by the time we’d slid round the third bend my bottom three buttons had come undone and my dress was way above my modesty mole that’s half way up my thigh, by the fifth bend I was showing flashes of blue lace covered crotch.  Heather well, every time she changed gear she moved her legs on those pedals, those stocking covered thighs of hers were well and truly on display.  I caught Jeff staring practically open mouthed so I dug him in the ribs.  I didn’t mind him staring at my legs but not Heathers.

He turned his attention back to the speedometer as we came to the peak doing 170 mph over the peak, there’s a longish level straight bit there and Heather had run flat out.  The speedo just stuck on 200 whilst the rev counter just kept climbing, then we were braking once more as the curves started up.  I felt faint we hadn’t really done the double ton had we?  Martin and Jeff both went white as they watched the speed we had been doing.  “I hadn’t realised we were going quite that fast.” Murmured Heather.  Jeff just held me very close and said nothing.

Next morning Mom was in a mood.  All cause Toe Rag hadn’t lifted out the bacon from the freezer the night before and I, innocent little me mark you, hadn’t reminded the little rat.  Heather’s parents both worked full time thank God so I decided to hang out at Heather’s.  Toe Rag tagged along, after mom had had a go at him I didn’t have the heart to tell him to get lost like I usually do.

Heather was rearranging her walk in closet and moving things down to her basement closet when we got there.  Toe Rag dared to say if he’d known all we were going to do was discuss boring old clothes he won’t have come.  He’s just got no idea of the important things in life.  Heather just looked at him “Get them off!” she barked.  Toe Rag looked at me “Do it or you’re dead!”  I heard myself saying.  Toe Rag scrambled out of his shirt and shorts, hesitated, glanced at Heather then out of his boxer shorts and socks as well.  

Heather scrambled in her drawers and soon we had Toe Rag dressed up like a doll in silken underwear, the little rat was red faced and had a hard on practically as soon as Heather rolled the black stockings up his legs.  She took her time smoothing them gently with her fingers then attaching the tops to the clips.  Then we found a matching thong to the garter belt, sheer at the front, and slid those up his legs.  We didn’t bother with a bra, just a silk slip with lots of fingers smoothing it into place and fondling his butt at the same time then finally a flowing silk dress that rustled when he moved.

I found a blonde wig and in no time at all we had him at the dressing table making him up.  He looked so cute in red lipstick.  

We put on some music and danced then we switched to some slow dancing with Toe Rag in between Heather and myself, first my boobs in his chest with Heather’s in his back as she ground her hips into his butt.  I naturally ground my hips as well squashing the little rat sort of grinding my clit against his hard on.  It was really great Toe Rag had a raging hard on but couldn’t do anything about it.

“I think we’ve just shown you how important clothes are.” Said Heather running her hand up his firm thigh.  She looked at me “You know it’s summer, we could have our own summer school?”  “With just one pupil?”  I said grinning.  “ I wonder what we could teach him?”  “Well….”  Heather led me to the bed and pulled my top then my shorts and thong off, “How about how to use his tongue?”  Toe Rag was speechless.  This was priceless if only to see the look on his face.  “Youu mussst bbe joking.” He stammered.  I pointed between my legs.  Heather looked at him “You could always leave dressed like this and explain to your mom where you lost your all clothes and how you came to be dressed like this?”

Heather picked up a jar of honey from the tray by her bed that still had crumbs from her breakfast on it.  She poured, Toe Rag licked.   Heather pointed out the sensitive bits to Toe Rag, then I refined by saying what I liked best.  Heather sat in the chair and did her nails calmly whilst Toe Rag slurped me.  He wasn’t bad, in fact once I’d got used to telling him exactly what I wanted and what worked best it was much better.  I mean I’d never dared tell anyone before but Toe Rag I could boss around.  “Not so hard, gentler, bit more to the left.”  God I melted, I only hoped Toe Rag never found out just how much it affected me or the power balance might change.

Heather dropped her French drawers and eased in her vibrator in front of us.  I was sort of shocked, I mean there are things you do and things that you don’t do, or at least I just wouldn’t.  Toe Rag stared hard.  She eased the toy out then took hold of Toe Rag’s erection before guiding it in.  Toe Rag didn’t need any further instruction other than my warning if he came first I’d kill him.  God this was my kid brother screwing my best friend who’d just got engaged the night before.  I could barely believe my eyes.

Heather lay back on the bed with a contented look in her eyes.  “Not bad, with a bit more practice you’ll improve.”  “A bit more practice, what on earth are you saying, what happens if Martin finds out?”  “Well I’m not going to tell him, you’re not going to tell him and even Toe Rag has more sense of self preservation than to say anything don’t you Toe Rag?  By the way I’ve got a closet full of jeans and skirts that need letting in, letting out, hemming and so forth enough to keep Toe Rag busy for a while.”  I thought about it.  “You should try him, give him a bit more self confidence besides he has a really great recovery rate.”  I looked at Toe Rag and it was true the little rat was hard again.  Then I thought of my pile of skirts that needed hems adjusting, the material I’d brought ages before to make up a summer dress. There was no question, I mean Toe Rag needed his self confidence building up.

Wow Heather was right, I think it was the power thing, you know, more caresses on the right nipple, just being able to tell him exactly what my body needed was simply great.  I even let him come inside me he was so good.  Well I think it was a bit of Heather as well first spanking him for not bringing me off fast enough then sticking her finger up his butt and wiggling it when he was inside me.  I still shudder at the memory.  I mean I couldn’t imagine Jeff’s reaction to having Heather in the same room or getting spanked then having her finger up his butt can you?

Following lunch cooked by Toe Rag, I met Jeff down town and he took me to a jewellers to pick out the ring.  Afterwards we drove down to the Dairy Queen in his new Japanese subcompact with the totally reclining seats, that he’d traded in the Mustang for, so I could flaunt my ring.  Malcolm was there “I hear you’re too chicken to do the Devil’s run and you even let a couple of chicks out race you.” He sneered.  Malcolm is such a jerk.  I pulled out a copy of the DVD and asked Simon behind the counter to play it on the wide screen TV.  “Malcolm when you can do the Devil’s as fast as the video then you can talk.  Till then just shut it.”   I guided Jeff out the door and the guys crowded round to see Heather’s legs as she did the manual shifts.  “Hey Malcolm can you do gear shifts like these?”  Came a cry from the back.  Even I blushed at some of the comments.  “Just look at the way her fingers caress that stick man.”  “Are those stockings for real?”  “Who wears light blue lace panties then?” Perhaps I should mention Toe Rag put a copy on YouTube, under “She Devil’s Run”.  Anyway I’d arranged to meet Heather and on seeing her I gave Jeff a peck on the cheek before saying we had some important girl business to attend to, an appointment at the Doctors.

Well being engaged it was all right to be on the pill.  I mean before we didn’t want to be thought fast now did we?  Besides everyone knows the first time / day is safe, and little brothers don’t count but Mom and Dad were out playing bridge tonight and for ten bucks Toe Rag would take himself off to the cinema so I definitely intended to follow the twenty three suggestions in this month’s Cosmo to cement our relationship in a proper double bed rather than on the floor.  I wasn’t quite sure Jeff was ready for a suggestion of swapping with Heather and Martin though.