The Broussard Sisters Ch. 04

"And Child Protection Services had intervened how many times?" Dr. Miller went on.

"They, um, sent this bitch out, to um, to see..." Cathy mumbled.

"THIS bitch. They sent this bitch out. Tell me, Cathy, what makes her a bitch? Was it because she didn't think much of a drunken woman..." Dr. Miller said.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Leave me alone!" Cathy screamed and ran out of the room.

"No, no, let her go," Dr. Miller told Sam, who was getting to her feet.

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'Elizabeth Lemoine,' Elizabeth scrawled into her notebook, just to see what that name would look like. She sighed happily.

Teddy had come over and Bill had been out of the house. Elaine wasn't answering her cell phone (Cindy Jensen had told Elaine that Bill couldn't stand that; if Elaine really wanted him, she had to play 'hard to get.')

She'd seen enough of Internet pornography to know that a blow job involved putting Teddy's cock in her mouth. Instinct told her she was supposed to go up and down, as if she were masturbating his cock with her mouth instead of her hand.

"Oh!" he grunted and she felt his cock swell, then her mouth filled with a salty, gluey tasting fluid.

Her eyes opened wide in surprise; he was jamming his tongue into her mouth, even though she'd just finished sucking his cock. She didn't know, just assumed that guys would be all squeamish about that.

Then he'd returned the favor, slobbering up and down her slit until she grew slightly frustrated and pulled her pussy lips apart for his tongue.

"Oh, yes!" she hissed when he hit her clitoris and he repeated that maneuver.

Then he'd rolled her over onto her stomach. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she clenched her jaw tightly to stifle her scream; he'd pried her buttocks apart and was delving his tongue deeply into her rectum. Her pussy rested against her pillow and she humped her pillow while he licked and fingered her anus.

But he didn't have any condoms so they didn't go any further.

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"Good, good," Bob said into the phone. "Glad you made it home safe and sound."

"Miss you so much," Marie moaned into the phone.

"Miss you too, Sweetheart," he said.

"Can't wait until Friday," she said.

"Me either," he said.

Their one and a half hour conversation was just they telling each other that they missed each other and couldn't wait to see each other again.

Chapter 39

"Does he touch your titties?" Pam whispered, and to demonstrate, touched Candy's breast with her fingertips.

"Yeah," Candy sighed. "He licks them too."

"Oh!" Pam sighed, just thinking about that.

"And he's touched my, my, you know, my pussy," Candy admitted.

"Oh, God, I bet that feels so good!" Pam sighed.

"Yeah, it does," Candy, said.

'It also felt real good when Cindy touched it,' she thought to herself. Cindy had touched it when they were in the back seat of the large Cadillac, making out with Paul.

"What else does he do?" Pam whispered, her soft breath caressing Candy's neck.

The two girls were lying down in Candy's bed, Candy in her pajamas, and Pam in her 'Robichaux' tee shirt.

"That's all we've done so far," Candy admitted. "Although..."

She leaned very close to Pam's ear.

"Cindy has touched his, his, um, his thingie," Candy whispered.

"No!" Pam gasped. "Did she really?"

"Uh huh," Candy said.

:OH, my God!" Pam whispered excitedly. "I'd love to touch his cock!"

"Yeah?" Candy teased. "Just touch it?"

"No!" Pam whispered hotly. "I'd put it in my mouth too, then I'd put it in my, my, you know, in my..."

She reached under the covers and gingerly touched Candy's hot, very wet pussy.

"You're all wet!" she giggled.

"So?" Candy defended and pushed Pam's hand away. "I'll bet you are too!"

"Yeah, I am," Pam, agreed. "See?"

She grabbed Candy's hand and pressed it against her hairy pussy.

"God, I am so in love with him!" Pam hissed and humped against Candy's hand a few times.

"I'm in love with you too," she whispered and gave Candy a soft lip to lip kiss.

"I love you too," Candy whispered and softly returned Pam's kiss.

Candy felt very funny; Pam's hand still touched her breast, and her other hand had returned to touching her pussy through the satiny material of her pajama bottoms. Her own hand still rested against Pam's pussy, which was very hot, and very wet.

"Oh!" Pam shuddered and Candy felt her hand become drenched.

"Did you just come?" she hissed hotly in Pam's ear.

"Uh huh," Pam groaned, stiffened and shuddered again and Candy felt her hand become drenched again.

Pam put her lips to Candy's lips, and then timidly slipped her tongue into Candy's mouth. Her hand rubbed vigorously at Candy's pussy and Candy moaned into Pam's mouth as her own pussy spasmed in orgasm.

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Cindy licked her fingers clean and wondered what Candy would do if she actually put her mouth down on her. Would Candy push her away? Would Candy call her a big dyke? Would Candy stop loving her?

She wondered what Pam would do if she kissed and sucked on her nice breasts, and put her mouth on her. Would she get all freaked out and call her a lezzie?

She wondered if Paul would still love her, or would he think she was just a lesbian?

She almost felt like crying; and if it got all over school that she was gay...

She wasn't gay; she was too much in love with Paul to be gay. But she was so much in love with Candy. And also in love with Pam.

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Elizabeth inserted the carrot into her rectum and thrust it in and out a few times. While it was pleasant enough, she didn't think she'd actually be able to achieve orgasm that way. She rolled back over onto the pillow and had to clench her jaw muscles as tightly as possible. The orgasm was quick and powerful, intensified by the carrot in her rectum.

"Oh, Teddy!" she sighed, imagining it was his cock in her rectum, his fingers spreading her pussy open, his fingers tugging at her clitoris.

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Elaine slept soundly. It had been so good to see Cindy and to patch it up with her. And it felt good to have the upper hand when it came to Bill. She was head over heels in love with the darkly handsome young man, but that was no reason to let him hold ALL of the cards.

And her bratty little sister was learning, and learning fast that Elaine could and would be her biggest ally, her best friend. But if Elise crossed her, Elaine could also be her worst enemy.

Elise sat in her room and fumed. Elaine had gotten her, and gotten her good. First, Elaine had snuck into her room and remade her bed, short-sheeting her. Then when Elise went to sleep, Elaine had dipped her hand into a bowl of warm water. Elise was so embarrassed to wake up and discover that she'd peed in her bed.

"If you don't want me telling all your little friends you peed in your bed, "I'd cool it with the finger, hear?" Elaine had hoarsely whispered in her ear the next morning.

She got to her feet and tiptoed across the hall to Elaine's room. Locked, of course, but Elise had expected that. The flimsy locks were designed for modesty, not protection. Elise popped the lock with the tip of a butter knife.

"Can I help you?" Elaine asked loudly and Elise screamed.

"Girls, girls, I do wish you'd stop it," their mother sleepily said and Elise shot a smirking Elaine a murderous look and returned to her own room.

"Good night, bed wetter," Elaine said and Elise shot her another hateful glare.

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"Oh boo fucking hoo," Tammy spat as Cathy complained bitterly about the treatment center and about Dr. Miller in particular.

"Oh fuck you, cunt," Cathy spat out. "I don't see you doing shit in Group."

"What you want me to do?" Tammy sneered. "Come hold your little hand? Tell you 'there there, it'll be all right, let mommy kiss it and make it all better?'"

"Fuck you, bitch," Cathy screamed.

"

It is 'Lights Out,'" the nurse on duty sternly said and after a moment of silence, turned and left the room.

"Who the fuck goes to bed at nine o'clock anyway?" Tammy groused and noisily turned over.

"It's eleven, fucking genius," Cathy said bitterly.

"But they turn the lights out at nine, fucking Einstein," Tammy shot back.

"What the fuck ever," Cathy said and rolled over.

She was going to talk with Ray about this when he came to visit her tomorrow, she decided. Maybe he could get her a room of her own, or get her moved into a room with one of the other patients that were getting ready to graduate.

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Paul wondered how he'd be able to get the three girls alone for long enough to make love with them.

He'd thought about taking the Woody out and throwing a couple of blankets on the floorboards. But that wasn't very romantic, and girls like Candy and Cindy Broussard liked romance, deserved romance. And Pam certainly deserved a little romance too.

He could go on-line and reserve a room at the Hilton And Towers in Lafayette, or better yet, the Airport Ramada had a room with a big Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room.

He wasn't worried about the cost; he had a sizeable checking account and his own debit card. His dad had taken him down to the First Union Bank when his eighteenth birthday rolled around and together, with Mrs. Broussard's assistance; they'd transferred a few thousand from his savings account and opened his checking account.

"And just fie months later, I'm dating Mrs. Broussard's daughter," Paul smiled.

Living in a small town was great; everybody knew everybody and nobody was a stranger.

He wondered if his dad was going to have Marie over on the weekend again.

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Teddy made sure the door of his room was locked before he logged onto the Internet. He cursed his father for being so cheap; the telephone dialing and squealing as the telephone modem made connection. Cable was so much quicker, and was silent, and it didn't tie up the phone line.

He found his favorite site and looked to see if there were any new pictures on his favorite subject; women fucking men with strap-on cocks.

He sometimes wondered if he was gay, or maybe bisexual. He loved to insert things in his rectum when he jerked off, and he liked the taste of his own come.

But he didn't particularly like looking at men fucking men, or men sucking men's cocks. And he was crazy about Elizabeth.

She had sucked his cock, and he'd tasted himself on her tongue.

He found his favorite picture, a curly headed brunette, very large strap-on jamming into the rectum of a man who was lying on his back. The man's face was twisted in a grimace of either pain or ecstasy, it was hard to tell. The woman's face, he could tell, was twisted into a sneer of contempt. He wondered if Elizabeth would twist her face into contempt if he ever asked her to fuck him up the ass.

Damn, but her ass was so beautiful! And the taste of her spicy anus was nothing like he'd ever imagined. And she let him jam his finger in her butt.

His come bubbled up and slithered down onto his hand and he caught his breath, and then licked his fingers clean.

As always, as soon as the ecstasy wore off, he felt the waves of shame and self-loathing he always felt.

Chapter 40

Candy smiled; Pam's butt was pressed into her belly. It really was like sleeping with a teddy bear.

"A snuggle bunny," she corrected herself.

There was at least three and a half feet between her and the wall; Pam could have slept anywhere on the full-sized bed, but she slept right up against Candy. Candy turned off the alarm and kissed Pam's ear, then neck, and lightly began to tickle the sleeping girl.

"Stop it!" Pam giggled and twisted To get out of Candy's grasp. "Stop it, I'm going to pee myself!"

"Wake up, sleepy head," Candy ordered.

"Whew!" Pam complained and pinched her nose. "Go brush your teeth, skunk breath!"

"Rise and shine, girls," Bobbi said from the door and Candy waved her arm to indicated that they'd heard her.

"Yes ma'am," Pam said.

Candy got out of bed and Pam got out right behind her. Candy staggered to the bathroom, Pam right behind her.

"Pam, I got to pee," Candy complained.

"Me too, hurry up," Pam said.

Candy blushed, but dropped her pajama bottoms to the floor and peed noisily. She dabbed her sparse blonde tuft dry then got off the toilet.

Pam hoisted her tee shirt up and flopped down on the commode and peed noisily, dabbed her own thicket of brown curls dry, then flushed the toilet. Both girls washed their hands, brushed their teeth, then left the bathroom.

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Paul chided himself; he was sure he was going to die of dehydration. No sooner would he finish shooting a stream of his come down the shower drain, then another erotic thought of Candy, or Cindy, or Pam would pop up in his head and his cock would begin to rise again.

"Never had that problem with Cindy," he thought, thinking of his former girlfriend, Cindy Jensen.

"Damn it!" Bob complained when Paul joined him in the small kitchen.

"Problem?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, Marie got me all spoiled; I want breakfast and no one's here to fix it for me!" Bob complained.

"She is a good cook, that's for sure," Paul commiserated.

"Yeah, well, it's only going to be another couple of days," Bob said and dug out the box of cereal.

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Marie wrote into her Journal (she hated calling it a 'diary') abut Bob, and his home, and his son Paul. In her mind's eye she could see herself living there permanently, see herself being Paul's step-mom.

She could even see herself with a couple of babies and tears began to pour from her eyes. Those were the dreams of women that were far more beautiful than her.

But Bob said she was beautiful and she believed him.

'I love him with all my heart,' she wrote in the margins and smiled at the silly schoolgirl sentiment.

She closed the small book and hurried to get ready for work.

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"Whoever get's there first get's the front seat!" Candy squealed and took off running for the Toyota.

Cindy smiled as the two came racing out the house.

"Candy!" Pam yelled. "Your shoelace is untied!"

"Damn!" Candy protested and stopped and looked down at her saddle oxfords. They were both tied up securely.

"Ha ha!" Pam crowed as she reached the Toyota first.

"Ooh!" Candy squealed but couldn't help but laugh at herself.

"Hi!" Pam excitedly said as she jumped into the front seat.

"Hi!" Cindy said and she and Pam kissed quickly.

Candy stuck her tongue out at Pam, but pushed the front seat forward and climbed into the back seat.

Hey," she said to Cindy and leaned forward to kiss her best friend.

"Hey," Cindy said and returned the kiss

She revved the motor, and then drove away.

She smiled when Pam squealed at a song on the radio, and turned it a little louder for the girl. She looked over and then quietly grabbed Pam's skirt hem and pulled it down to cover the girl's upper thigh.

"Thanks," Pam said and smiled. "Miss Bobbi hemmed it up for me; it used to hang down to my shoes.

"Well, if your' not going to wear undies, you better be careful about that," Cindy said.

"Was my pussy showing?" Pam whispered and blushed.

"No, but it was getting close," Cindy smiled.

"Then how'd you know I didn't have on no panties?"

Pam asked.

"I could see when you was running," Cindy said.

"Oh," Pam said.

They pulled up in front of the school and looked around to see if Paul was there yet. He wasn't, so the trio entered the main hall of the school.

Cindy and Candy walked to their home room, but Pam walked down to the principal's office.

"Miss Ormond, can I make an appointment to see Brother Dominic?" she asked the school secretary,

:OF course, Sweetie," the secretary smiled. "You're not in any trouble, are you?"

Rosa Ormond was a notorious gossip; the more salacious the tale, the more she loved to spread it around St. Thomas and around Bender.

"No ma'am, I just need to talk with him about school work," Pam said.

"Okay, I'll page you when he's available," she smiled.

Pam's heart did a little flip-flop when she left the principal's office and saw Paul Robichaux hustle into the warm hallway; the January wind was blowing hard outside. He saw her and smiled his dimpled smile at her.

"God, I know Candy and Cindy are in love with him," she said to herself as she smiled back at him. "But I bet I love him more."

The End of 'The Broussard Sisters 04.'