Sometimes incest can be good

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By DrCock Twins found out that they actually want to have sex with each other

Incest can be good.

First of all, thanks to my special friend for correcting my story. She doe not want me to write her name, and for years she had no idea I was writing these stories, but she loved them, and we still fuck. She’s amazing…

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Yes, I know you are probably of another opinion, but let me tell you a story on why it can be good, no, amazing actually, THEN you tell me that incest can’t be good. I’m saying all incest is good, but some can be.

NOTE: I am Swedish and I am doing my best. Please be nice to me and understand that it will NOT be grammatically correct, and some small misspellings are to be expected; instead, please look at the whole picture.

AND, PLEASE rate and comment; I want to know your thoughts.

Steve

Main characters:
Me – Robert (or Bobby), fourteen
Ellie, my twin sister, same age of course

Other character:
Grandpa Bob, (or Gramps), age, gastronomical

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I love my grandfather, but he’s really old-fashioned. He grew up in the fifties and I guess back then they had all these traditions and stuff. Like having supper together every night, all sitting around the table. At the same time! Get a life! You know? That was just one of the things he talked about them having to do all the time too.

Anyway, that was all just borderline interesting until my Mom got T-boned by this guy who ran a red light and it totaled the car and really fucked her up. What was worse was that it happened in St. Louis, where she was attending a conference. So Dad had to fly out there to be with her because she was too banged up to be transferred closer, and they were going to have to do surgery on her and stuff.

Which meant that my twin sister and I were given over to the tender care of Grandpa Bob, who I am named after.

My name is Robert, like him, but I got the nickname Bobby, ’cause he already had Bob sewed up, even though we call him “Gramps.”

Ellie my sister, also known by just El, unless she’s in trouble. I have no idea who she’s named after. 
You’ve probably heard that twins are inseparable and all that. Not us. I have no use for my sister, because all she’s ever done is get me in trouble.

Well … to be honest … I had no use for her … until something happened that we weren’t planning on, and it kind of changed everything. That’s what this story is all about.

It happened fast, so fast that I still have a hard time believing it. So I’ll try to slow things down in the telling because that way maybe I can grasp it better myself.

It all started when we got home from school and Gramps was there waiting for us. Dad had already gone. Gramps sat us down and told us what he knew about Mom. He promised to keep us “in the loop,” which is the way he talks. He was in the Army too, and he and Dad both use language that’s funny to most of our friends. We never lived on post, or went to Army schools, even though that was something Gramps recommended to our parents.

Anyway, he said Dad had asked him to look after us and then laid down some rules. He said they were non-negotiable, and that we didn’t have to like them, but did have to follow them, or we wouldn’t like the outcome.
Grandma had been the same way before she got sick and died. Having spent lots of time at our grandparents’ house, and having broken their rules before, we both knew what he was talking about.

One of the rules was that we had to be at the table every night for supper.
No TV allowed.
No phone calls are accepted.
We had to spend supper together, with no distractions.

That was the second week of October. The thing that happened that would change everything was on only the third or fourth night we’d sat down for the mandatory supper. Neither of us liked it. 
We had better things to do, you know? So we hadn’t been very chatty, just eating as fast as we could get away with and then asking to be excused, which was another one of his old-timey rules. Geesh!

So out of the blue Gramps suddenly asked what we were doing for Halloween.

“There’s a dance,” Ellie said, then she went on eating like she thought that would satisfy him.
“And where is this dance?”
“At school, of course,” Ellie said and took another bite.
“Is it a costume party?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. She really thought she could get away with short answers. She’s always been stubborn like that.
“And what are you going as?” he asked. He sounded really interested.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“I think you’d make a great Xena, Warrior Princess,” he said out of the blue.

We both stared at him. Xena was on one of the cable channels, but we both knew it was ancient history.

”I don’t think so,” my sister said, carefully. But he’d hooked her.
“Why not? You’ve got the body for it,” he said calmly.

Ellie blushed. My sister actually blushed!
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he laughed.
“I meant you have an athletic build. You could pull off looking dangerous.”
“Oh,” Ellie said. She sounded funny like she was a little disappointed about something, but I couldn’t tell for sure. We don’t read each other’s moods like a lot of twins, either.

Well … we didn’t used to anyway. Now…

Anyway, he kept interrogating her until she said she wanted to go as Alice in Wonderland.
He thought that was a great idea. Then he turned to me.

“And what are you going as?” he asked, assuming I was also going to the dance.
“A jerkoff!” Ellie blurted, laughing at her oh, so funny joke.
“Oh really?” Gramps attention was back on her as she stopped laughing.
“And do you know what a jerkoff really is?”

She blinked. “Well sure,” she said, but she didn’t sound too convinced. Gramps had this way of asking questions that kind of told you there was something wrong. Usually, you didn’t know what it was. But he always made sure you got educated.

“Why don’t you tell me,” he said.

She looked at me, but I just sat there.
“You know,” she said. “A pain in the butt.”

Gramps shook his head like he was sad. “That’s a jerk. You said a jerk-off. That’s not what jerk-off means, Ellie.
“

She blushed again.
“I know that,” she said hurriedly.
“It was just a slip of the tongue. I meant he’s going as a jerk … because that’s what he is …”

She kind of tapered off to nothing, because her cute little joke hadn’t worked out very well.

“That was mean,” Gramps said.
“It was just a joke!” Ellie moaned. “Gees, Gramps.”
“Would it be a joke if he said you were going as a slut?”

My twin sister looked shocked. Don’t ask me why, but I got a false sense of security.
“No, she’s not a slut,” I said.
“That would be her best friend Tiffany.” I thought I was pretty clever. “She could go as a skank, though.” I grinned.

He looked first at me, and then at Ellie, and then back and forth a couple of times.
“You two aren’t very nice to each other. That makes me sad.”

We just sat there, wondering what was going to happen.
“I suppose you both have dates to the dance,” he said suddenly. He stared at Ellie first.
“Yeah,” she said uncertainly. Then he turned to stare at me.
”I’m going to ask this girl I know,” I said carefully. I had to be careful because if Ellie knew who I was going to ask, she’d sabotage it for me if she could.

“Hmmmmm,” Gramps said. “I’ll have to think about this.”
“What do you mean?” Ellie asked, suddenly alert.
“I mean I’m disappointed that you two, who have a chance to forge a friendship that can last a lifetime, are turning your backs on each other. You have all the comforts life has to offer, but are cruel to each other. You’re wasting something precious, and that’s not acceptable. I’m not sure you should be allowed to do fun things like going to this dance until you learn how to behave towards each other.”

“You’re not our parent, Gramps!” said Ellie, suddenly tense. “We have rights!”

“The first part is true,” he said, smiling a smile that made a chill go down my spine.
“But I am responsible for you until your parents get back. And as sad as it may seem to you, living in this great country, which has given you advantages most of the world could only dream about, minors have very few rights. I have a power of attorney, signed by your father, that says I get to make the decisions, whether you like it or not.”

“Come on, Gramps,” Ellie moaned. “We were just fooling around.”
“First you’re jerking off, and now you’re fooling around?” Gramps could make his eyebrows go up an inch.
“Gees, Gramps,” Ellie moaned, blushing again.
“So, when you go out on dates do you fool around?” he asked interestedly.
“Gees, Gramps!” she whined.
“Well that kind of thing seems to be on your mind a lot,” said Gramps, looking innocent.

He looked at me. “So … are you still a virgin too?”

I was right in the middle of swallowing and started to choke.

”I’ll take that as a yes,” he said calmly. “Good. I approve.”

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Having managed to finish supper and get away from the table, we were both headed to our rooms.
“What the hell was all that about?” Ellie asked from behind me.
“I was just joking,” I said. “You’re not a skank. I was just getting even.”
“Not that,” she said. “Gramps! Can you believe he said that?”
“Believe what? He said a lot of things.”
“About him asking us if we were virgins. Can you believe that?”
“He only asked me,” I said.

She punched me. “You know what I mean. He assumed I’m one and then actually asked you!”
I looked over at her. “So are you?”

She stared at me, and her mouth looked like Fluffy, who was a goldfish we had one time. 
We only kept him alive for three weeks, so he was our last fish.

“Of course I am!” she spluttered. “Not that it’s any more your business than it is Gramps’!”
She stopped and her eyebrows rose. “Was he right? Are you really a virgin?”

I almost laughed. “Who would I get it on with? You make sure I can’t even get a girl to go out with me once!”
“I do not,” she said, looking guilty.
“Some of them have told me you … um … explained things to them,” I said. “Shawna Weaver even said she doesn’t go out with boys who are classified as perverts by their own sister.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t think they’d all listen to me.”
“Well they do,” I said. “Which is why I’m not telling you who I’m asking to the dance.” I frowned.
“If we even get to go, that is.”
“He can’t do that,” she said.
“He can do anything he wants to. Just ask him,” I said back.
“I’m calling Daddy!” she said.

I followed her to her room and watched her pick up her cell phone. She flipped it open and punched the speed dial for Dad’s phone. She looked mad, which I should have been used to seeing, but her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was kind of messed up.

She has pure black hair, but it’s fine, not heavy like most black hair, and it flies this way and that.
She was breathing faster than usual too, and I caught myself watching the front of her shirt expanding and contracting. She was my sister, but she was a girl too, you know?

Anyway, he answered and she complained to him about Gramps and made it sound like he was Hitler or something. Then she stopped talking and listened and went kind of pale.
“Okay,” she said. Then “I promise. I love you too.”

She flipped the phone closed.
“He’s worried about Mom,” she said. “He didn’t yell at me, but I know he wanted to.”
“No slack with Gramps, huh?” I said.
“None at all,” she sighed. “We are to do whatever he says and bite the bullet, period.”
“Shit,” I said.
“If Gramps hears you say that he’ll probably wash your mouth out with soap,” she warned.
”What are we going to do?” I asked.

She looked at me.

“We’re going to get along until Mom and Dad get home,” she said.
It all sounded good, you know. Like “I’m going to get more exercise and eat right and get in shape.” It’s easy to say, but the doing of it doesn’t come that simply.

We did make an effort to be civil to each other, at least in front of Gramps. One of his other rules was that he wasn’t our housekeeper, which meant we had to pick up the slack when it came to the routine things mom and dad did around the house. Who would have thought they had all that to do? It was like all we had time for when we got home from school were chores, supper, and homework!

Before this, we had tried to get each other to do everything. We tried to make deals or get Gramps to award some chore to the other by making some complaint. But now we decided we’d just do everything together, so it got done quick and both of us did the same amount of work. It wasn’t bad, actually, because things did go more quickly.

But her little comments to me didn’t change. She had been calling me “jerkoff” for so long that I think it was just ingrained in her brain, and she kept doing that. Except when Gramps was around. Now that I look back on it, I realize she was thinking about it because she could control it when Gramps might hear her.

But it was a source of friction. I never had a nickname for her for some reason. Don’t ask me why. But when she pretended to be all sweetness and light in front of Gramps but kept calling me “Jerkoff” in private, it called for some kind of response. You know?

So I nicknamed her “Titless.”

I know it was stupid. I mean she did have tits. And she had pretty good ones too, from what I could see, which wasn’t much. But I knew that Tiffany and Ashley, her two best friends, were bigger than her in the chest department, and I had already learned that that seemed to matter to girls. And it did get to her too. It got to her from the very first time I said it.

I don’t remember what we were doing, but I do remember her stopping and turning to stare at me.
“What did you say?”
“I called you titless,” I said, smiling confidently. “You call me jerkoff, so I get to call you something too.”
”That’s just plain stupid,” she said pushing her chest out at me. “I have tits!”
“Yeah,” I said confidently.
“But they’re tiny compared to Ashley’s.”
“You’re a prick!” she hissed at me.
”Hence my propensity to jerk off … hence your nickname for me … hence the validity of my nickname for you!” I grinned.

Her eyes narrowed;
“You know something? Ashley said she hoped you’d ask her to the dance. I told her I’d think about it, but now I’m going to tell her it would be a huge mistake and to stay as far away from you as possible!”

“Where do you come off “allowing” a girl to go out with me?” I gasped. “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m the girl who’s going to make sure you’re still a virgin when you’re thirty!” she yelled.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” came a voice from the end of the hall.
We both turned to see Gramps standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.
He’d obviously been standing there a while.

We just didn’t know how long, or how much he’d heard.

We were both sitting on the couch. Gramps was standing in front of us, looking as huge as he did when we were little. He’s a muscular guy.

“You have two choices,” he said firmly. “You can go to the dance as each other’s date, or you can elect to invite some friends to do some public service, after which you can have a get-together of some kind here.”
“That’s not fair!” wailed Ellie.
“I didn’t say you had two fair choices,” Gramps said. “I’ll add in a third, though. You can do nothing that night … just treat it like any other night and stay home. That’s fair, I think.”

I think Ellie and I both thought of the fourth possibility at the same time; that Gramps would arrange something for us to do. That might even be more disastrous than what was already on the table. We sat there, afraid to say anything. I finally hazarded a question.

“What do you mean by public service?”
“I was thinking of the haunted houses that civic clubs put on, or one of those safe, alternative events for little kids they have at the YMCA or at churches around town.”
“You mean volunteer to work at one of these things?” Ellie asked. “How are we supposed to get our friends to do that, instead of going to the dance?”
“I didn’t say your friends had to do it. I said you’d have to invite them to do it. Only the two of you would have to do it. I suppose you could still have a party afterward, but it would be a lot more fun if everybody volunteered and then had the party. That’s what I think anyway. It’s just one of your options.” He looked at us for a few seconds. “Or you could go to the dance together. I’ll let you two negotiate for a while,” he said, got up and went into the kitchen.

“Look what you did now!” my sister growled.
“Me? What did I do?”
“You called me titless!” she hissed.
“You called me jerkoff!” I shot back.
“Shhhhh! He’ll hear us and who knows what he’ll do then,” she warned.

We sat there for a while.
“I’m not going to the dance with you as my date,” she said, finally.
“Duh,” I replied.
”
Dave Moss asked me to the dance,” she said. “There’s no way he’ll come to a party here, at our house. Not when he finds out it will be chaperoned by a geezer with a zillion rules.”
“Would Ashley come?” I asked.

She turned on me with murder in her eye, and I backed up.
“I was just asking,” I said, trying to hide a smile.
“Why do you do these things to me?” she asked, looking like she was actually going to cry.
“I don’t do anything to you,” I argued. “Things just happen between us, that’s all.”
“You’re ruining my life,” she said dramatically.

“Oh, give me a break,” I said. “You’re fourteen. Your life has barely started. A couple of years from now you’ll be off at college doing what you want, when you want, with whoever you want. I’ll be off at some other college doing the same thing and you’ll never have to see me again in your whole life!”

She blinked, and stared at me for so long I thought she was thinking about something else completely. Then she frowned.

“Gramps!” she called out.

He came back into the living room with ice cream cones for us both. His own was half eaten, and ours were beginning to drip down the sides. He sat down.

“Before you tell me your decision, I feel it’s only fair to tell you that, if you go to the dance as each other’s date, I’ll volunteer to chaperone the dance … just to make sure you actually spend time together.”

Ellie acted like she hadn’t even heard him.
“We’d like to do the volunteer thing and have a party here,” she said.
“Wait a minute!” I said.

Ellie turned to me and put her hand on my thigh.
“Please, Bobby,” she said. It actually sounded like she meant it. That “please,” I mean.

“Whatever,” I said. After all, I hadn’t asked anybody yet, and the girls I was really interested in were her friends, not that that would ever work out. But there it was. It didn’t really matter to me.

“You two have to plan it, and get everything ready,” Gramps said.
“We know,” said Ellie. I stared at her. It was like she had done a complete one-eighty.

What was going on here?

We were smart enough to go into Ellie’s room this time, so he couldn’t sneak up on us.

“What the hell?” I asked.
“Language,” she chided.
“What the fuck, then!” I snapped.
“Come on, Bobby, we have to work together on this.”
“Because you decided we would?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“And who made you boss again?”
“Nobody,” she said.
“Nobody is boss. We got into this mess together, and we’re going to get out together. That’s all. Do you really want people to see us come to the dance together and dance together while Gramps stands with the teachers and watches us?”

“No,” I admitted. “But it sounded like you were going to go the other way anyway.”
“I was,” she said.
“Why?” I asked. “Why not just blow off the night completely? He’d let us, you know.”
“That’s the problem,” she said. “If we did that we’d just be screwing up each other’s night, just like always. He’s right. We are mean to each other.”
“So?”

She looked at me.

“So maybe he’s right. Maybe we need to grow out of that.”

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Halloween

I’m a follower. There’s nothing wrong with that. The world needs followers. So what if it isn’t as glamorous as being a leader? Somebody has to do it, right?

Ellie, on the other hand, is a leader. Which is why she did all the research to find out what was available and figured out how to sell it to our friends.

She’s the one who went to the Y and asked them if they needed any help. They had two things going, one for little kids and one for teens and young adults. When she offered to try to find some other kids to help with their haunted house, they were overjoyed about it.

And she’s the one who decided that the volunteers would work three nights, instead of just one, because then Mr. Jackson, the Civics teacher, would give extra credit to the participants if they put in at least eight hours. And she even figured out that all this could be done the three nights before the dance, so that everybody could still go do that. Well, all the others could go.

That didn’t get her and me off the hook, except that we still got to have what Ellie called an ”after-dance party.” But she thought about all this, which was how she figured out ways to make people want to do it because it got them something and didn’t cost anything except some time. 
Plus they got to do it together, which was the whole point, you know?

So that’s how it came to be that Ashley, Tiffany, Gretchen and my sister, along with my best friend John and two other guys we both know named Chris and Larry, all ended up dressed up as zombies and working inside the YMCA haunted house.

Ellie assigned partners. I think she threw me a bone because I ended up with Ashley. 
We operated this air puff thing, where there was compressed air in a tank, and you pulled this lever which sent a blast of air into the people walking through the place.

Ellie chose Chris to do this thing where he had a rubber knife and stabbed her in the chest and they had a tube that splattered heated water onto the people watching this happen, so the observers thought it was her blood splashing on them. 
They got a lot of screams, while Ashley and I got more cuss words.

She put Gretchen and John together to jump out at people from a dark corner, which was funny because John got punched once.

Larry and Tiffany were supposed to be outside, urging people passing by to go in and be scared.

I found out later they were supposed to give the rest of us breaks, but hid and made out instead. 
It was fun, though, and the ones of us working didn’t know the difference. But the teams worked so well that we decided to keep them the second night.

This is how I got to kiss Ashley, and even cop a feel, because we were in complete darkness, and nobody could see us.

The first night we had done a lot of giggling and bumping into each other. One of us would keep watch, holding the other’s hand, and squeeze when it was time to pull the lever.

So the second night we just started off again the same way. Then there was this long pause, during which nobody came through. She said she was going to get us something to drink and took off.

Now remember. It was really dark. I mean where I was, back by the tank and handle, all I could see was her outline when she got back. I saw her extend her hand, and I reached to take the drink she’d brought me.
Then she took my other hand like she was ready to warn me the next time somebody came along. Her hand felt colder than it had, but I just chalked it up to her carrying the drink. We had a run of people, and then another bit of slack time, but she kept holding my hand anyway.

Then, for no reason at all, she backed up against me and put my hands around her, on top of her stomach, with her hands on top of mine, and leaned her head back on my shoulder. Her hair smelled wonderful and I kind of nuzzled it a little bit, I guess, just trying to smell it some more. I started getting a boner, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it because she was pressed against me, and I had a wall behind me.

We heard somebody coming, and she moved forward, holding my hand again. 
She squeezed and I blasted and we got three shrieks from some girls, who ran on. 
Ashley backed up against me again and this time my hands went around her waist without her help. She turned her face toward me and I guess I got brave, or stupid or something, because I felt for her lips with my own, finally finding them. They were hot and soft and suddenly my zombie jeans were way too tight.

And then I got even more stupid and slid my hands up onto her tits, which were just as fabulous as I dreamed they would feel. She murmured into my mouth and I about came right then and there, because not only did she not stop me, she pushed her titties into my hands.

The kiss broke and I kind of sighed “Damn!”
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“I never thought you’d let me do that,” I whispered back.

Then we heard somebody else coming and had to blast them.

It was like that for another hour and a half. Every chance we got we were kissing and groping each other. It evolved to the point that she was running her hand over the lump in my jeans, and when she did that, she’d tongue me. It’s a wonder I didn’t cum in my pants. And I kept squeezing her tits.
Eventually, I got brave enough to touch her ass, but I never tried to get between her legs. 
I was having too much fun to chance that she’d stop me and back off.

I figured it was almost time for our shift to end. I had a button on my watch I could press and it lit up so I could see what time it was.

Then she whispered that she’d be right back and fumbled off through the black curtains that cordoned everything off from everything else. I had to guess at when to blast people, but it didn’t seem to matter, because everybody screamed, whether I got them full on or not. Finally, she came back.

“Where have you been?” I asked, my voice low.
“I had to go to the bathroom,” Ashley whispered. “Anyway, it’s time to go. Come on.”
“One more kiss,” I said.
“One more,” she agreed.

But it was different.
She smelled different.
She felt different.
She was a good kisser … but she wasn’t the girl I had been kissing all that time before this.

I was a little confused as we left. That’s because, while I was groping Ashley, I realized that the girl I had been groping wasn’t Ashley, but that Ashley was letting me grope her.

See what I mean about being confused? It’s confusing to even describe it. And Ashley even moaned into my mouth. Her titties were just as soft and squishy as the ones I’d been fondling for an hour before that. And she gave me tongue too! I mean I should have been delirious. Two girls had let me make out with them!

But all I could think about was who the first one was. And the fact that Ashley had been in on that. She had started the night with me. I knew that.
Then, when she went to get a drink, the mystery girl had taken her place. She had to have known that. And, up to that point in time, Ashley had neither kissed me nor let me grope her.

The mystery girl had made out with me in spades, and then gone off and switched with Ashley again, who then came back and, voluntarily, kissed me and let me grope her too.
Which meant that she had talked to the mystery girl, who had told her about being kissed and groped. So who was the mystery girl?

She had to be one of the girls doing the work. And, to me, that meant it had to be either Tiffany or Gretchen. But that didn’t make sense. Tiffany was just as mean to me as my sister, and I hardly knew Gretchen.
She was in the Astronomy Club with Ellie but didn’t hang out at our house much. And Tiffany was a slut. She was hanging all over Larry as we went out of the Y. But then Ashley was still holding my hand too. It was very confusing.

______

We had school the next day, so we all went home. Ellie was driving our car.

“Something weird happened tonight,” I said.
“Oh?”
“Ashley let me make out with her.”
“Really?”

I knew something was up then because she didn’t sound like my sister at all. The Ellie I knew would have had some scathing comeback about how I was a pervert and should leave her friends alone.

“She let me touch her tits,” I said, pushing the envelope for some reason.
“I can’t believe that,” she said, looking straight ahead.
I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t Ashley. That first girl, I mean. Because Ashley had been different than the first girl. I knew that down deep inside. And I just couldn’t believe Gretchen would let me do all that, never having even spent more than ten minutes with me. And Tiffany is taller than any of the rest of them, and she was all over Larry.

And all that was left was Ellie.

Which was just insane on more levels than I could even begin to count.

“It was you!” I blurted, too full of whatever was inside me to keep it in.

She looked over at me, real quick like, and then back at the road.

“Don’t freak out,” she said, a little breathlessly.
“Don’t freak out?” I barely had enough air to say that myself. There was a lot of breathlessness in the car.
”I can explain,” she said.

This was just too weird for me. She was being so calm about it! It was like my twin sister had turned out to be a little green man … or woman … from Mars all this time, and had climbed out of my sister’s body, all green and glowing or something, and said “Hey, no problem. I can explain.”

“Stop!” I shouted.
“No, Bobby!” she yelled back.
“I can’t breathe!” I gasped.
“You can’t hate me!” she squealed.

You know those primal screams you hear about? They’re supposed to be good for you, and they allow catharsis and all that stuff? Well, it turns out they’re right, because I let out a doozy of one, and Ellie about had a heart attack and pulled over so fast she got up on Mrs. Finch’s lawn. Well, it was the part between the sidewalk and the street, but Dennis Finch, her son, has to mow it, so it’s theirs.

Anyway, Ellie started bawling and babbling about how she’d fucked everything up and how I fucking hated her and how I would always fucking hate her, and what a stupid fuck she was.

I mean every third word out of her mouth was the F bomb, which is what got my attention after that primal scream kind of cleaned my head out a little bit. That’s because I had never heard Ellie even say “damn” much less use the F word. So that’s when I knew she was freaked out, which made me feel better about being freaked out.

I know that doesn’t make sense, but that’s what happened.
Anyway, eventually she ran out of ways to work “fuck” into the sentence, and it got really quiet inside the car. But we were both so freaked out that we just sat there, parked halfway on the street and halfway into the Finch’s yard.

I heard a thump as her foot slipped off the brake and the car started forward again. Then we jerked to a stop as she put her foot back on the brake. I expected faces to start peering into the car any second, and that cops would come swarming in with lights whirling and sirens wailing, and I was suddenly almost overwhelmed by embarrassment.

“Go park somewhere!” I yelled.
“Okay!” she yelled back like I was half a mile away.

She farmed the Finch’s yard with the rear wheel that was on the grass before we thumped down onto the pavement again, whereupon there was a screech of tires I’d have been proud of if it had been under other circumstances. She drove a couple of blocks to a Kwick Stop and pulled into a parking space on one side, away from the gas pumps. She put the car in park but didn’t turn it off.
She was shaking like a leaf, and tears were running down her cheeks.

For some reason, seeing her that worked up made me scared. I had this feeling that we were right on the edge of some cliff and that if we stepped the wrong way, we would be as good as dead because something that connected us would be forever broken. I remembered how she was crying that I would hate her forever.

“I don’t hate you!” I blurted out.

She looked over at me, misery all over her face.

“Yeah, right,” she said, sounding hopeless.

We had argued about things for years. Why would that suddenly change?

“I don’t!” I insisted.
“Yes you do,” she said, but she didn’t sound so hopeless anymore.
“Ellie, I don’t fucking hate you!” I yelled.
“Language,” she said automatically.
“Like you have any room to talk,” I said.

Trying to explain how I felt during this whole thing is almost impossible. I think that’s because I don’t think I knew how to feel … or what to think … or something. But I do know that when I started arguing with her about whether I hated her or not, and she started acting more like the Ellie I knew so well, I felt better somehow like we were edging away from that cliff. And I think that’s why I kept on going in the same sort of way.

“You said fuck so many times back there I couldn’t count them all,” I accused.

Ellie was always the more practical of the two of us. Maybe that’s why she was the leader.
She ignored my attack and turned in her seat to face me with one knee drawn up on the seat.

“What are we going to do, Bobby?” she asked, getting right to the nitty-gritty of the situation.
My embarrassment was back.

”About what?” I hedged.

She snorted. “You know about what,” she insisted.

My sister has always been able to drag me, kicking and screaming, onto the practical side of things when she really wants to. I knew we were going to talk about this, whether I wanted to or not. So I got practical too.

“You said you could explain,” I said, knocking the ball squarely into her court.

A sudden thought occurred to me. What if, in the dark, she didn’t know it was me either? Then I thought of all the times I’d talked. She had never said anything in a voice above a whisper, but I had talked out loud several times. She had to have known it was me.

“I was curious,” she said, tentatively.
”If you were curious, John’s been chasing you for years. And I’m sure that either Chris or Larry would have been happy to help you out.”
“No, not that. What I meant was I was curious about what you’d do.”
“Huh? What does that mean?” I was confused, and I think it sounded that way.
“If you’ll just shut up for a minute and let me talk, I’ll tell you!” she said.
“Okay, okay,” I said, leaning back against the seat.

She took a deep breath and my eyes were drawn to her breasts as they pushed the T-shirt out. 
I couldn’t believe I had mauled those breasts. My mind provided an almost electric memory of how they felt, and I suddenly felt like I was trying to get away with something I knew I’d get in trouble for.

“Remember when you said you were a virgin?” she asked, apparently forgetting that she’d just told me to shut up. I nodded.
“I didn’t get that,” she said. “I mean you’ve always been so good with the girls. All the girls like you. It used to make me mad because I thought my friends were only my friends because they wanted to be around you, so they made friends with me. You know what I mean?”

I wanted to laugh at that one. I’d tried all kinds of things with her friends, and gotten slapped down every time. True, the girls didn’t stop talking to me, but they just never let me get away with copping a feel, or make out with me. I always blamed it on Ellie. It turned out that was true, but not for the reasons I was thinking about.

“You didn’t need to worry about that,” I said.
“Other than tonight, none of them has ever let me touch them.”
“I know,” she said. “They promised they wouldn’t.”
“Thanks a lot,” I said.
“You think I told them not to,” she said.
”Well, sure.”
“That wasn’t it at all,” she said.
“We just all knew that if any of them went with you, you’d break up eventually and then things would get awkward. So we all agreed you were off limits because our friendship was more important.”

She shrugged her shoulders and my eyes caught the bounce of those breasts. 
”
Besides,” she went on, “you were always talking to girls and flirting with them. I thought you were doing all kinds of things with them until you told me you were a virgin.”
“OK, so what?” I said.
“So I never fooled around with any guys. I was always scared I’d do something wrong, or act stupid or say the wrong thing and they’d laugh at me. Besides, a girl can get a reputation if she lets guys go too far. And I was disgusted that you got to mess around and have all that fun.”
“I still don’t get why you … you know,” I said, unable to say out loud what she’d let me do.
“I wanted to see what you’d do. I wanted to know if you were telling the truth about being a virgin. And I wanted to see what it was like to do some of those things. I only meant to let you cop a feel and maybe kiss me a couple of times, and then I was going to go to the bathroom and send Ashley back in my place. She’s always talked about how cute you are and all that stuff. And I figured that once I figured out whether you were telling the truth or not, then she could have her fun and you’d owe me. Or something like that.” She sounded confused.

“That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard,” I said, without thinking.
”I knoooooow,” she moaned, covering her face with both hands.

We sat there in silence for a minute or so.

“So what did you decide?” I asked. “About whether or not I’m a virgin, I mean.”
“I don’t know,” she said softly. “I got all confused.”
“How could you get confused?” I asked. “All we did was fool around.” I slapped my forehead with one palm. “I can’t believe I just said that. My sister and I fooled around! This is crazy!”

“That’s what I mean,” she said. “At first it was scary. But you didn’t act like I thought you would. You didn’t just grab me. You were gentle. It was like you cared how I felt.” She frowned.

“How Ashley felt, I mean. I’ve seen you look at her. I’ve seen you look at all my friends.
Sometimes you look like some kind of wolf or something. And I figured you’d start grabbing me and all that, and I was going to yell at you for trying to abuse one of my friends.” She slumped. 
”Or something. I don’t know what I was thinking. Except you didn’t act like an animal at all. 
It felt nice. It felt better than nice. I liked it!”

Now you guys out there will understand this. I don’t know about the women. But when a man pays attention to a woman … intimate attention … and she says she liked it … that twangs something deep in the brain that you can’t really concentrate on. It just makes you feel like a man or something, like you’re on top of the heap. Even if it’s your sister who says it. And you want more validation for what you want to think of as your sexual skills. Which explains why I asked the next question.

“Which part?”
“All of it, Bobby! That’s why I didn’t leave when I was supposed to!”
“Oh,” I said. I had been validated. I felt great. I was attractive to women. Then I realized I had been validated by and was attractive to the one woman in the world I couldn’t have. So it didn’t mean anything. And you guys will understand this too: You try to salvage what you can from a tough situation.
“So,” I went on. “Did Ashley say anything about liking what we did too?”

How the heck was I supposed to know that would hurt Ellie’s feelings?
”You bastard.”

I’d been called a lot of things by my sister up to that point in my life, but “bastard” wasn’t one of them. We added that to the list that night. She suddenly wasn’t so weepy anymore.

The car was still idling, and she turned away from me and put it in gear, backing out kind of fast.

Home was only ten blocks away, but she didn’t say another word after the “bastard” that she spat at me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say either. So I just sat there.

When we got home, still without saying a word, she got out and went into the house. At least she didn’t lock the door behind her.

Gramps was waiting up for us, reading a book. He was already quizzing Ellie about how things went and she was all cheery and happy, telling him about how much fun it was to scare the bejeezus out of people. I didn’t see a single indication that only half an hour before she’d been hysterical.

Ellie gave him a kiss on the cheek and went straight to her room. Gramps watched her go and looked at me.
“What’s up with her?” he asked.
“I dunno,” I said carefully.
“Hmmmm,” he said. “So, did you have a good time too?”
“It was kind of cool,” I said.
“Kind of cool,” he repeated. “Well, I guess that’s better than being awful.”
“It was okay,” I said hastily. “I mean I didn’t mind doing it at all.”
“You and Ellie getting along better?” he asked.
“I thought we were,” I said, before I could think about that first.
“How many times did she call you an asshole tonight?” Gramps asked, with a perfectly straight face.
”None!” I said, shocked that an adult would say something like that in front of a kid.
“Well then, that’s an improvement,” he said, smiling.
“Yeah … I guess so,” I said.
“Homework all done?” he asked.
“No,” I admitted.
“Get to it,” he said, and went back to his book.

My homework was calculus, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. One of the last things Gramps had said kept running through my mind: “Well then, that’s an improvement.”

When I thought about what had happened, “improvement” was a vast understatement. 
But I was still kind of freaked out by the whole thing. She had liked what had happened.

And she knew who she was doing that with! But, then, I’d liked what had happened too. 
And the thing that was freaking me out was that even after I knew who I was doing it with, I still wanted to do it more. And the part that really blew my mind was that what I had done with Ashley was nice and all that … but when compared to the earlier part … well … Ashley didn’t hold a candle to how Ellie had made me feel.

And that just wigged me out.
My sister and I didn’t have a long history of talking things out. But I wanted to talk things out now, so I went to her room.

Her door was locked.

I knocked and she asked who it was, and then said “Go away.”

She wouldn’t say anything else after that. I could have gotten loud, but then Gramps would have gotten involved. So I finally just went back to my room.

I had a rough night.

The next morning was what convinced me; Ellie had an acting career in her future. She gave no clue that anything had happened. She treated me and Gramps exactly the same as she had the day before. We went to school and she responded to anything I said, as long as it didn’t have anything to do with what had happened between us in the dark, the night before.

I asked if we were still going to the Y that night and she said “Of course.”
I asked who I’d be working with and she said “Ashley, of course.”

But that was all she’d say about that.

After school was the same way. She acted like nothing had happened, all cool, calm, and collected. We got dressed up as zombies again. I noticed her shirt had tears in it. I mean I already knew it.

All of us were wearing torn clothes. But this time I saw all the skin through the tears in her shirt. She ignored me and put her arm through Chris’ arm and pressed her breast right against his biceps. Ashley came over to me, all doe-eyed.
“You ready?” she asked, licking her lips.

You guys have all met a girl like Ashley. I know you have. They’re the most frustrating girls in the world. That’s because they go full speed ahead, blasting down the tracks at a zillion miles an hour … and then slam on the brakes just before you get to your ultimate destination.

Once we were in the dark she was all over me. She licked me. She Frenched me. She let me rub her titties. When I slid my hands inside her shirt she just kissed me harder. She got really good at hearing someone coming and pulling the lever at just the right time, while still lip-locked to me.
And when I got bold and inched a finger under her bra, she didn’t do a thing to stop me.
Ashley’s were the first naked titties I ever held in my hands, and she obviously loved it. 
She made me forget all about Ellie.

Then I tried to slide my hand into her jeans.

That’s when things screeched to a halt.

“No!” she panted, grabbing my wrist. “You can’t do that.”
“Come on,” I moaned.
“No!”

And then she went back to kissing me and letting me feel up her naked boobs. I mean she was acting like she was going crazy, but every time my hand moved toward her pussy, she gripped my wrist and made it clear that just wasn’t going to happen.

The fourth time it happened she got mad, said she was going to the bathroom, and left. She didn’t come back. I spent the last half hour of my shift alone, blasting stupid people with stupid air and listening to their stupid screams.

_______

Ellie didn’t say a word on the way home. I was in a foul mood too, and we just rode in silence. 
I noticed some of the tears in her shirt were bigger than they had been, but I didn’t comment on it.

Gramps was asleep in the recliner when we got home. Ellie tiptoed by him and went to her room. She didn’t even say “Good night.”

We’d worked Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at the YMCA haunted house. The dance was the following Saturday night, which was Halloween night. I think they planned it that way on purpose to keep us high schoolers off the streets, so the little kids could do their trick-or-treating without any competition.

Friday morning Gramps asked if we were still having the party. Ellie nodded, chewing a mouthful of Cheerios.

“Do I need to get anything at the store?” Gramps asked.

Ellie said she hadn’t planned on going to the store until Saturday morning but would make him a list.

”You’ll be late for school,” he said. “It can wait. Have a good day.”

Friday was a costume day at school, but I wasn’t interested. Neither was Ellie, but I noticed that John, Ashley, and Gretchen all wore their zombie clothes. Ashley came up to me, all smiling and stuff.

“So … party at your house tomorrow night after the dance?”
“I guess,” I said. I didn’t know how to read this girl.
“Save me a dance,” she said and whirled to flounce away. Sometimes it seems like girls are way more trouble than they’re worth.

Gramps took Ellie to the store Saturday morning. They came back with all kinds of stuff. I got the idea that half of it was Gramps’ idea of what you needed for a good party. Like the stuff to make S’mores. Who has S’mores at a party? This wasn’t going to be a campout!

Anyway, Ellie got the vacuum out and did a bunch of house cleaning and stuff. I felt like she was still mad at me, and I wasn’t doing anything to help her. Which meant I couldn’t think of anything to do that might help her. So I left and went over to John’s house to hang out with him.

“I am so stoked about tonight,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because Gretchen will be there,” he said.
“I thought you were taking Cindy to the dance.”
“I am, but I’m taking her home right afterward.”
”
So why didn’t you just ask Gretchen to the dance?” I asked.
“Because I already asked Cindy before your sister got me to go to the Y.”
“So you and Gretchen got along OK,” I said.

I hadn’t had time to catch up with him after the service project, so I didn’t know how he and Gretchen had worked out, other than that they smiled a lot and didn’t want to change partners.

“Are you kidding?” he gasped. “She let me touch her boobs, man!”

My first thought was that a lot of the girls who had gone to the Y had decided to let boys touch their boobs. Then I wondered if Chris and Ellie had fooled around on the third night. My stomach started hurting and I realized John had been talking but I wasn’t listening.

“… put her hand up inside my shirt on my back, so I did the same thing and I fiddled with her bra, but I couldn’t get it undone.”

I didn’t want him to know I hadn’t been listening, so I said. “So what happened?”
“She just pulled her bra up in front and let me feel them!” he sighed. “I even got to kiss one of them, but then somebody was coming and she got everything covered again. But we made out like crazy, man.”
”Cool,” I said.
“I heard you and Ashley were making out too,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said and wondered why I wasn’t as excited about it as he was. “I got to touch her tits too.”
“I’m going for more tonight at your party,” he said, wringing his hands, he was so worked up.
“Good luck,” I said. I didn’t really mean it. I just felt like he expected me to say something.

I stayed for a couple more hours and we played Grand Theft Auto, at which I kicked his ass. 
Then I went home.

Gramps was there, making a grilled cheese sandwich for himself. He asked if I wanted one too and I said “Sure.” I went to the bathroom and then looked around for Ellie, but she wasn’t there.

“Where’s Ellie?” I asked when I got back to the kitchen.
“She’s having a war council with her girlfriends,” he said.
“War council?”
“It’s as good a name for it as anything,” he said. “Women like to get together and plan things. 
I expect that’s what’s going on.”
“Plan what things?” I asked.
“Oh, they’ll get their signals straight for tonight. Stuff like that.”
“What are you talking about, Gramps?” I asked, frowning. 
He looked at me.
“You don’t date much, do you.”

I looked at him like he was crazy. “I go out,” I said defensively.
“Not enough,” he said. “You need to get out more … spend some time around members of the opposite sex. They are strange and fascinating creatures, Bobby. I’ve spent a lifetime observing them, and I still don’t understand them.”
“What does this have to do with my sister?” I asked.
He sighed. “She and her friends are going to have an agenda tonight. They are going to have plans on how things are supposed to go. You boys will either play along with those plans or end up in hot water. That’s why you need to be able to figure out what’s going on. So you know how to act. 
So you stay on their good side.”
“Is that what you did when you were a kid?” I asked.

He laughed.
“Hell no. I didn’t care what their plans were. I just tried to get as much pussy as I could.”

My jaw dropped and I felt dizzy. You could have knocked me over with a feather.

I don’t want you to get the impression that Gramps is the cause of what happened, because he wasn’t. He did laugh when he said that, but then he sobered up and gave me a lecture about STDs and AIDS in particular, and how I was too young to be able to love a woman as much as she should be loved when there’s sex involved. I got the impression this could evolve into a long lecture, so at one point I stopped him. I’ll never forget what I said. Never.

“I got it, Gramps. Not to worry. I’m not doing any of that stuff and I don’t plan to any time soon.”

I didn’t figure I was lying, even though I kind of thought maybe Ashley was going to be friendly to me again that night, but history suggested all I was going to get were kisses and a few feels of her titties. So it wasn’t like I was planning to have sex.

“Well that’s good,” he said gruffly.
“You owe it to the girl to know her well enough to make sure she has a good time. It’s not all about you, Bobby. And you’re too young to be able to do that right now.”
”
So, how old were you when you got your first pussy?” I asked. I admit I asked it just to see what he’d do, and I used that word for the same reason. His reaction surprised me.

“Well, Bobby, you see, it’s like this. That was a different time, back then. Things were different, culturally, economically and morally too, for that matter. It’s like talking about how much things cost back then. If I tell you I used to go to the movies for fifteen cents, you’d think that was really cheap, right?”
“Fifteen cents?” My voice rose an octave.
“That’s what I mean. You look at that through the filters of today’s money. But back then, fifteen cents was a lot of money. That’s what I might have earned for shoveling a whole driveway in the winter.”
“I get it,” I said. “When you look at what you earned and what it bought, it’s not all that different from what I could buy with what I earn today.”
“Exactly,” he said.
“OK, so how old were you?” I asked. I mean he hadn’t answered the question, right?

He sighed. “If I tell you that, you’ll get some wrong ideas because you’ll be looking at it through today’s filters, just like the money.”
“But I understood the money thing,” I argued.

He looked at me for a few seconds. 
”I was twelve,” he said.

I felt like my eyes would bug right out. “Twelve?”
“But back then twelve was like being sixteen or seventeen these days,” he said.
“I’m fourteen, well fifteen next month” I said. I think I was just caught up in things. I wasn’t really suggesting I was ready to go out and start having sex right and left.

“Bobby,” he said seriously. “Don’t make me sorry I tell you the truth. Besides, my first time was … complicated. I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I made.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“Did you get the girl pregnant?”

He looked pained. “No.”
“So did you get caught doing it or something?”
“No, Bobby.”
“So why was it a mistake?”

He grumbled something under his breath that sounded something like “Damn pissant kids” and stood up.

“You’ll understand when you’re older,” he said gruffly.
“Oh,” I said. My folks said that all the time, and all it meant was that they were about to lose the argument and didn’t want to. “Got it.”

Come to think of it, maybe Gramps was responsible for what happened

The party wasn’t supposed to start until after the dance at school was over. But I guess the dance wasn’t all that much fun or something, because some of them got to our house by nine.

Larry and Tiffany were the first to arrive. They had gone to the dance together. When they got to our house they went into the backyard “to cool off after all that dancing.”

Gramps even showed them how to get out there. Ellie was still upstairs getting ready, which meant she was probably primping and combing and doing her makeup and all that crap. 
Gramps was taking care of the last gasps of the kids who were still going door to door trying to fill up three-gallon bags with candy. So I didn’t have anything to do, and after a while, I went looking for Larry and Tiffany. I guess the grass made my steps silent because when I rounded the garage I found Tiffany up against the garage wall with the top of her dress down and Larry was sucking her titties like crazy. Her hands were on the back of his head and she was making these noises that made my dick start getting stiff. There was plenty of moonlight and as soon as I realized what was going on I ducked back, hoping they hadn’t seen me.

Larry stood up.
“I want to do it so bad,” he said softly.
“Me too,” said Tiffany.
“Did you bring protection?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“You said we could. Did you really mean it?”
“Yes, but not yet,” she said.
“I want to do it on a bed, not out here. Wait until the party gets going and we’ll sneak off to Ellie’s room. We can use her bed.”
“Damn, I hope I can wait,” he groaned.
“You want a quick blow job to help you wait?” she asked.
“Shit yes!

So he stood up and she knelt down. Her titties were so white in the moonlight that it was like daylight almost. Unfortunately, his body blocked my view as she worked on his pants. I knew when she started because he made sounds that, if I hadn’t known what was going on, would have convinced me he was an alien, posing as a human. I wondered what it felt like, and thought about jerking off because I was getting fired up, but suddenly he sounded like he was crying and kind of squatted a little bit.

The next thing I knew she was standing up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Then she pulled her dress back up and got everything where it was supposed to be. I almost got caught when she suggested they needed to hurry to get back in before somebody came looking for them.

When I ducked back into the house Chris was there. He said he’d taken Janet Owens to the dance, but she had a curfew because she was being punished for bad grades.

“Besides,” he said, grinning. “Maybe I can spend some time with your sister. I think she’s into me.”

You know how somebody can say something that just rubs you the wrong way? That’s what it felt like when he said that.

Gretchen showed up about then, still in her dress from the dance. She had a bag with her and asked where Ellie’s room was so she could change clothes. I pointed up the hall.

Gramps brought in this big cake he had baked. It had frosting on it and was all decorated up. 
He had carved a pumpkin to recreate this thing I saw on the internet that looked cool.
The pumpkin had a pained look on its face and was puking its insides out of its mouth. He did a pretty good job of it too.

John showed up and he and Chris started talking. Larry and Tiffany were acting like nothing had happened, drinking soda and munching on chips.

Then Gretchen and Ellie came downstairs. Gretchen looked hot. She had on a really nice outfit and she just looked good, you know? John flowed over to her like he was iron filings and she was a super magnet.

Ellie looked … I don’t know … different somehow. I mean she looked like my sister, but she had done something to her hair, instead of just putting it in a ponytail. And she had on some makeup, but it wasn’t all pasted on like I expected. And all she was wearing were jeans and a T-shirt.

I realized she wasn’t wearing any shoes. Her socks were made to look like bones in a skeleton’s foot. Ha ha. But I couldn’t put my finger on why she looked different until she went over to the table and leaned over to look at Gramps’ cake.

There was no bra strap across her back.

And when she turned around, and I looked at her breasts, they looked different because they weren’t being pulled up and held in, or whatever it is a bra does. She looked over and saw me staring at her, and her eyebrows rose, kind of like “What?” and I looked away. When I looked back I could see her nipples poking through the shirt.

I started getting hard.
For my own sister!

Thankfully, Ashley got there and after that it was easy to pay attention to her instead of Ellie.

We did some dancing at first. Gramps kind of walked by the doorway a few times, but he made it pretty obvious that he wasn’t going to keep a close eye on us. He had rented a bunch of old “scary” movies, stuff like Invasion of the Body Snatchers and Frankenstein’s Bride and such.

One of them was playing on the TV, with the sound turned down, but nobody was really watching. Larry and Tiffany were sitting on the couch, facing the TV, but they were making out already.
Ellie was gyrating opposite Chris to the music on her iPod, which had been plugged into Dad’s stereo. Her boobs were bouncing around, but so were Ashley’s, and I was trying to figure out if she had taken her bra off too. John and Gretchen were dancing too. 

A slow song came on, and Tiffany and Larry got up to dance. He had his hands on her ass, and then I saw that Chris was doing the same thing to my sister. I didn’t like that, but I was trying not to let her ruin the evening, so I groped Ashley’s butt too.

When that song ended another slow one came on. Larry asked where the bathroom was and Tiffany, who had spent many a night at our house for sleepovers, said she’d show him. I noticed she went to the one in the hallway where our rooms were, instead of the one downstairs. I remembered what their plan was.

When a third slow song came on, I knew Ellie had planned it that way. There were way too many slow songs in a row for it to be an accident. Ashley was rubbing her body all up against mine, and she wanted to be kissed, so I started kissing her. I reached for her boobs after just the second kiss, and she didn’t bat an eye.

They were braless, like my sister’s.

“I like it when you do that,” she whispered in my ear.

The next song was fast, but the two after that were slow. Tiffany and Larry still weren’t back, so I knew what they were doing. Ashley and I were the only ones still dancing. John and Gretchen were in a recliner, their hands moving all over each other’s bodies. I looked over at Chris and Ellie, who were on the couch, where Tiffany and Larry had been. As I looked he slid his hand under her shirt and up onto her left tit.

She just kissed him harder.

Time seemed to slow down somehow. It wasn’t like things happened in slow motion. It just seemed to take forever.

I felt like I was going to explode. My skin felt hot, and I was sure all the hair on my head was standing straight out. Ashley Frenched me right then and pulled my hand to her breast. I squeezed it and she wiggled. I slid my hand down and under her shirt and she turned to give me room to get to her naked titty. But I went down instead of up.

She pushed me away.
“Dammit, Bobby!” she said. “I told you no. Why can’t you do what I like and then stop?”

I looked past her at Chris, who had kissed his way down my sister’s cheek to her neck. His hand was pulling her T-shirt up, exposing her flat belly. I knew he was going for a nipple with his mouth and I couldn’t stand it.

I walked past Ashley and approached Chris and Ellie.

Normally I’m not what I’d call a quick thinker. I don’t have inspired ideas or brilliant epiphanies. 
I usually need time to think about something before I come up with a plan. But this night my mind was working overtime I guess, because by the time I got to them, I had a plan.

Ellie saw me coming. Chris was already kissing her upper breast outside the T-shirt, and her face looked relaxed. She saw me coming, though and then looked down, as if she had just discovered what the guy was doing to her.

“Go away, Bobby!” she snapped.

I looked at my watch and shrugged.

“Hey … I just wanted to tell you that Gramps said something about coming in here every hour on the hour so he could tell Mom and Dad that he supervised. He’s due any minute, and I thought you’d want to know. But hey, don’t let me spoil your fun.”

Ellie got very alert. Gramps was old-fashioned, or at least we’d always thought of him that way. 
She hadn’t been there when he said a couple of things that kind of made me re-think things. 
I added some fuel to the fire.

“You might want to go get Larry and Tiffany too, so he doesn’t go looking for them.”
“Where are they?” She asked. Chris had stopped trying to bare a breast and looked aggravated that I had messed up his timing.
“Up in your room having sex,” I said calmly.
“What?” she gasped.
“I heard them planning it when they first got here,” I said.
“He brought a condom and she wanted to do it on your bed, but she said they had to wait until after the party had started. She took him up there about five songs ago, remember?”
“Shit!” Ellie said. I grinned. She was developing a regular potty mouth.
“You go get them. I’ll go try to stall Gramps,” I said, helpfully.
“Yes!” she gasped. She pulled her shirt down, jumped up, and headed for her room.

I ignored both Chris and Ashley and went looking for Gramps. When I found him he was lying in my parents’ bed, reading. You could barely hear the music. He looked up.

“What’s up? Having a good time?”
“Too good, maybe,” I said. “Remember all that stuff you were talking about earlier?”
“Which stuff?” he asked, but he looked more alert.
“About how we shouldn’t have sex until we’re ready and older and know each other enough?”
“Yes.”
“I think maybe some of them at the party don’t agree with that,” I said.”Like some of the guys are all over the girls. Ellie too.”
“Uh huh,” he said.
“Do I need to break things up?”
“It would probably be a good idea,” I said.
“Except don’t embarrass me, OK?”
“Oh, I think I can handle the situation with dignity and aplomb,” he said. I started to ask him what that last word meant but decided it wasn’t important.

“What was your excuse for leaving?” 
Smart guy, my grandfather.
“Um … I told Ellie you had said you were going to come in every hour, and that I was going to try to hold you off so everybody could get respectable.”
“Brilliant,” he said. “Where are the board games?”
“What?” I asked.
“Board games. Every family has them. Where are they?”
“Oh,” I said. “In the hall closet, in a box. We don’t play them anymore.”
“Oh yes we do!” he said, smiling. “Show me.”
I was loaded down with Monopoly, The Game of Life, Scrabble, and Trivial Pursuit when Gramps led me back into the living room. Tiffany’s hair was all messed up, and both she and Larry were still breathing hard, but they were dressed. Ellie was standing there looking confused. That’s because Ashley and Chris were dancing, wrapped around each other like two snakes trying to exchange skins. The music was slow. John and Gretchen were standing by the table eating something.

“Having fun, kids?” Gramps boomed, a big grin on his face.

“Happy Halloween! I’ve got all the best games here. You guys can form teams and choose whatever you want to play. I’ve got a grill to get going for the S’Mores, and I’ve got some hot dogs too if anybody’s hungry for real food.”

He took some of the games out of my arms and put them on the table.

“And if you’d rather play games outside, that’s fine. I bet none of you ever played my favorite game. It’s called Kick the can. I used to play it every single night when I was a kid. And if you’ve never played flashlight croquet, you haven’t lived! You decide while I get the fire going and I’ll be back in about ten minutes!”

A very excited Gramps beamed at seven horrified teenagers. It would have been eight, except I wasn’t horrified at all. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. He was great! I had a feeling I knew where Ellie got her acting talent from.

Naturally, kids started suddenly remembering that they had to be home early. Well, Larry actually suggested to Tiffany that they “dump this place.” Ellie was mortified, of course, which didn’t bother me a whole heck of a lot. I think maybe Gramps was keeping an eye on things, because when John and Gretchen ducked out the front door, leaving only Chris and Ashley there with us, Gramps stuck his head back in the room.

“Ellie? Bobby? Where does your dad keep the charcoal briquettes?”
“Never mind, Gramps,” I said. “They had to go. It’s getting late.”
“Yeah,” Chris said. “Hey, I’ll give Ashley a ride, OK? No need to waste your gas.” He looked at her.
“I think you live right on my way home.”
“Cool,” she said, smiling.
“Thanks.” She looked over at her best friend, whose date she was obviously stealing.
“Great party, Ellie. I’ll see you in school.”

When they left Ellie looked confused, like she wasn’t sure what exactly had happened.
“You Okay?” Gramps asked.
“Me?”
“I got the feeling that boy was giving you a hard time,” he said.

Ellie isn’t stupid. She looked at me. I probably looked guilty.
“You got the feeling, huh?” she said, her voice low. “I just bet I know why you got that feeling!” 
She turned and stomped off toward her room.

I looked at Gramps. He had a half smile in his face. He looked over at me and laid one heavy hand on my shoulder.

“She’ll get over it. You did her a favor, young man. I’m proud of you. A boy should take care of his sister.” He yawned. “Now, I’m going back to my book. We’ll clean this up in the morning.”
“I’m in so much trouble,” I sighed.
“It will be worth it, trust me,” he said. “Some day she’ll be glad you did that.
“

If only he knew how prophetic his words would turn out to be.

Ellie was locked in her room again. But I didn’t just let it go this time. I had been in Boy Scouts for a while, and I was there when the Firemen came and taught us all kinds of things about safety and getting out of a building. One of the things they taught us was about safety locks on interior doors.

You’ve probably got them in your house, whether you know it or not. There’s usually a little hole in the knob, and if you put something in that hole and press it, it will unlock the door. They come with a device made for that, but most people either lose it, or don’t know what it’s for and toss it. A thick piece of wire will work, though, or a micro screwdriver, like I have for working on my desktop computer. That’s what I used.

She was sitting on her bed, Indian style.
“Get out,” she said, looking up at me.
“No.”
“I’ll scream,” she warned.
“Knock yourself out.”
“You ratted to Gramps.”
“I couldn’t take it anymore,” I explained.
“What are you talking about?” she said, way too loud.
“You and Ashley were going at it hard and heavy. You should have been on cloud nine!”
“Ashley is a prick tease.”
“No she’s not!” Ellie snapped.
“She just has rules, that’s all. All girls have rules.”
“Yeah, like you had rules with Chris,” I said sarcastically.
“I did have rules!” she hissed. “Not that it’s any of your business!”
“You make it my business when you do it right in front of me and make me want to kill him!” 
I almost yelled and she winced.

“Not so loud!” she said, much too loudly. “And why would you want to kill him? All we were doing was making out.”
“You didn’t wear a bra tonight,” I said. “And he was feeling you up.”
“So? You were doing the exact same thing to Ashley,” she pointed out.
“Yes, but I wasn’t enjoying it!” I snapped.

Her mouth opened and closed again. She looked confused.
“What?” she finally asked.
“All I could think about was his hands on you, feeling your naked titties. He was trying to get one bare so he could suck it, and it just drove me crazy!”
“Well Ashley was going to let you do that too,” she said.

I stared at her. “What? How do you know?”

She looked away. It was obvious she didn’t want to answer.
“How do you know, Ellie?” I asked, stepping closer.

She looked back up at me. “Because we talked about it,” she said, looking angry.
“Okay? We decided we’d let you guys get that far tonight. Ashley’s done it before and she says it feels really good.”

I stared at her.

Gramps had been right. They planned out stuff like this! It made me want to scream.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” she complained. “And I don’t know why you ratted to Gramps. She was going to let you suck her boob.

“

I was mad. I was also frustrated, which is probably why I said what I said then.

”I didn’t want to suck her boobs! I wanted to suck yours!”

Her eyes got really wide, and I thought about how with just one scream she would have Gramps in there and he’d just tear me a new asshole.

“I mean I just couldn’t stand it that Chris was going to do that,” I said quickly.
“You were jealous?” she asked softly.
“No! Of course not,” I said, but as the words left my mouth I realized I was wrong. I was jealous! 
I just hadn’t realized it. That’s why I felt so miserable when I saw them dancing and kissing and all that. That’s why my stomach hurt when she put her arm through his and pressed her breast against his arm.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said.
“You’re my sister!” I explained. “I can’t want you!”
“You’re my brother,” she said softly. “And I loved the way you kissed me and touched me.”
“But you’re my sister!”

She moved to the edge of the bed and let her legs hang over. She patted the bed beside her.
“Sit down, Bobby.”
“Why?” I asked, suddenly wary. She had been mad at me for what seemed like days, and suddenly she was all sweetness and light. Well not sweetness and light, exactly, but she wasn’t glowering at me anymore, and was acting friendly.

“Because I want to talk to you, Bobby,” she said.
“Why?”
“Sit down!” she snapped, looking angry again.

I sat, but I made sure there was plenty of room between us. She stared at me for a minute before she spoke.

“I’ve gone on lots of dates,” she said. “I’ve kissed a lot of guys. I let some of them touch me a little … right here.” She touched the side of her breast, almost where it met her rib cage.

“But I wouldn’t let them fool around because I was scared. Ashley’s done a lot more than I have. And Tiffany … well she’s just a slut.” She didn’t smile. I sat there, waiting to see what would happen next. Ellie hadn’t talked to me like this in a long, long time.

“Ashley kept telling me how good stuff feels, and I kept telling her it was too scary, and she said it’s not as long as you set limits and don’t let the guy push past them. Well that all sounds great, but I was still scared. And when I found out you were still a virgin … well I already told you how I felt about that. But what I didn’t tell you was that part of why I decided to try a couple of things with you, was because you aren’t scary and I know you wouldn’t hurt me or anything. Plus I really wanted to see what you would do … you know, what a guy would do if he wasn’t a player. 
But I couldn’t just come up to you and ask you to try stuff because I knew you’d think I was crazy. So I used the haunted house. I told Ashley that there was something I needed to talk to you about, and then pretended to be her. And all I wanted to do was see what it was like to let a guy touch me a little.” She blinked.

“And French kiss.”

I felt like it was safe to nod, so I did. It must have been the right thing to do because she went on.

“What I wasn’t planning on was for it to feel that good. And the whole time I was thinking about how I was doing that with my brother, but I didn’t care, because it felt so good, and I wasn’t scared and I wanted it to go on forever.” She frowned.

“And then we ran out of time, but that was good, because you were hard for me, and we had already gone way past the limits I had set for myself, and if we had had another hour I don’t know what would have happened, because I wanted to try lots more stuff. So I went and got Ashley and told her all you could talk about was how you wanted to kiss her and all that, and that as far as I was concerned she could do whatever she wanted with you. I guess I hoped when she went back you wouldn’t notice the difference.”

I was so amazed by what I had just heard that I wasn’t thinking properly anymore. Which meant I wasn’t thinking defensively.

“Her boobs are bigger than yours,” I said without thinking.
“I know that!” she said, her voice tight.
“I like yours,” I said, hastily.
“But you like hers better,” she said.

That epiphany was still rolling around in the back of my brain, rattling up against my skull or something. I thought about how jealous I had been of what Chris was touching, while I was touching the same thing on a different girl.

“Actually … no,” I said. I looked at her. “Which is why I’m freaked out. I’d rather touch my sister’s boobs than Ashley Nelson’s. That’s just crazy.”

Ellie didn’t look like she thought it was crazy.

”Then why, when I tried to explain it to you, did you start talking about Ashley?
“
”What?” I didn’t remember doing anything like that.

”When we were in the car and I explained why I did it … well some of why I did it … the first thing you wanted to know was if Ashley had said she liked fooling around with you.”

I blinked. It came back to me. Two girls in one night. It had been a milestone in my life. But one of them had been my sister.

“You were my sister.”
“I know,” she said sadly. “That’s why I was so upset. You wanted Ashley more than me. And I knew you should want her more than me, but that’s not how I felt. I was confused and mad and it was easy to just blame it all on you.”
“You never gave me a chance to tell you,” I said.
“Tell me what?”
“When you left, and Ashley came back, I knew it was a different girl. I didn’t know who the first one was then, but I did know that she kissed better, and made me feel better than Ashley did. 
That other girl made me want to do anything necessary to keep her there, so we could do that for just a little bit longer. Ashley was fun … but that other girl … you … were special.”

She sat there, looking at me. I looked back.
“So what now?” she asked.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to feel like this about each other,” I said.
“Well duh,” she said.
“This is really weird,” I said.
“I know.” 
”Maybe we should think about it,” I suggested.
“OK. Go to bed,” she said. She said it much to quickly, and much too easily. I mean she didn’t argue or anything.

I didn’t know how to feel about that, either.
I did think about things. I couldn’t get to sleep because my brain was so full of things to think about. There was a full moon that night, and the pale light coming in through the two windows in my room made it easy to see, though everything looked dim and spooky. A tree outside was moving in the wind, and the branches made moving shadows on the floor and one wall.

But that wasn’t what I was thinking about, of course. I was thinking about my sister, and her desire to “try things.” I got that part. I wanted to try things too. But thinking about her trying things with guys like Chris or even John, just made me want to fight or something.

I heard her go to the bathroom. The floorboards creaked as she passed my room. There were three different squeaks when somebody walked past my room. A few minutes later I heard her coming back. This time, though, there were only two squeaks.

My door opened. The hinges squeaked too, but much higher in tone. My eyes were adjusted to the dark and I could easily see it was Ellie. She was wearing a T-shirt that came to her thighs.

She walked toward the bed and stood at the edge. I imagined I could feel the heat from her body. *It was strange.

“You asleep?” she whispered.
“No.”
“I thought about it,” she said.

My mind had been running a thousand miles an hour, bouncing all over the place. Her plain comment made it sound like it had been so simple for her. I felt the pressure of hysterical laughter welling up in my chest and said; 
”That was quick,” just to concentrate on saying something and holding that laughter in.

Her hands went to the hem of her shirt and she lifted it. The shirt was dark, and her skin almost glowed as it was uncovered.

All she was wearing under it was a pair of panties.

I stared at her breasts, white with almost black dots at the tips. The shirt hung from her right hand for a few seconds, and then she dropped it. I realized she had been holding her breath when she started breathing again.

“What did you think about?” I asked, dazed and excited.

She pulled the covers halfway off of me, climbed into bed next to me, and then pulled the covers back over us both. She was facing me and her breasts pressed into my side. They felt like they were on fire, they were so hot. Now I was the one who wasn’t breathing. Her breath puffed against my cheek and I felt her hair on my shoulder. I realized that I had put my arm out, unconsciously, and she was lying on it. Her hand rested on my chest.

“Making out with Chris got me horny,” she said softly.
“Oh,” I said. Why was she talking about Chris?

“I’m still horny,” she said and kissed the corner of my mouth.

_____

I’ve never been in a tornado or hurricane. I’ve seen films of reporters standing in the approach of a hurricane, with everything behind them blowing horizontally, and them hardly able to stand up. 
It looks like a confusing, wild and scary environment to be in. At the same time you wish you could be there too. There’s something visceral about battling nature and surviving.

But I’m also sure that, once the tornado or hurricane was actually there in full force, all you’d be doing was trying to survive. All the attention you could manage to bring to bear would be focused on just making it through another ten seconds.

What happened in bed with Ellie that night was a lot like that. Like the rising wind of a hurricane, we s

tarted with little kisses that rapidly swelled into long, spit-swapping, tongue-sucking, trying-to-eat-each other’s mouth kind of kisses, while we rubbed our bodies against each other with the same force and vigor that the car wash guy applies his chamois to Dad’s car after a wash. I wanted to touch every square inch of her body with every square inch of mine.

I do not remember pushing the underwear I wore as pajamas down. I’m pretty sure I’m not the one who took her panties off either. And I don’t remember getting on top of her. We were just writhing around while we kissed until suddenly my prick was surrounded by the same incredible heat her breasts had burned me with when she first pressed them against me. As that heat climbed all the way to the base of my prick she sobbed into my mouth and almost crushed me with her arms.

And then there was all this thrashing, and everything felt so incredibly good, and she was chanting “Oh Bobby” in my ear and her legs were around me, squeezing, and I was having the mother of all orgasms. I remember being surprised it was happening, and thinking, just for a few seconds, that what my hand had brought me in the past were the mere ghosts of orgasms, pale shades that only suggested what an orgasm could feel like.

And then we were both gasping and sobbing and holding each other as that incredible high began to seep out of us and the full impact of what we had just done came crashing down onto us like the tons of water a hurricane brings to shore.

Have you ever taken little squares of tin foil and molded them around all four of a cat’s paws? 
It doesn’t hurt the cat, but the cat walks really funny, lifting each foot independently from all the others and taking really small, jerky steps. It’s like nothing is coordinated anymore.

That’s what I was like when I got up the next morning. Gramps was already up. He always got up at the crack of dawn for some reason. He was drinking coffee and reading yet another book at the kitchen table.

He glanced up at me.

“You look like hell,” he said.

I immediately looked at the bulge in my underwear, thinking there must be something there that was giving me away. I had worn a pair of jockey shorts as pajamas since I got out of diapers. It was just natural to eat breakfast in them before I got dressed. I looked back at him. He was staring at me with an interested look on his face.
“I didn’t comb my hair,” I said, trying to think of something to say.
“Down there?” he asked and then grinned.

I gave up trying to think of something to say and went for the cereal.

“So, is Ellie still mad at you?” he asked.
“No,” I said, thinking of her last words to me the night before. Then I realized he shouldn’t have asked that question, because Ellie wasn’t up yet. Was she?

All of a sudden an image came to my head;

Ellie had stripped my shorts down. My prick snapped up to say hello, and even though I was only fourteen, my cock was a good five inches long.

“Gawwwd!” Ellie cried at the sight of her brother’s cock.

I wasn’t a bit bashful, in fact, I was proud of my big, handsome cock.

Ellie’s eyes sparkled widely at the sight of me grabbiing with my thick cock, she looked flabbergasted. There was her twin brother. Naked. With a big hard-on.

She glanced down, like all of a sudden, she was shy. Her tiny mouth dropped open, her pink lips were wet from her saliva.

”Your turn, take your panties,” I remember I whispered. Ellie had looked wickedly at me, then she 
toyed with the hem of her pink panties, thumbing the elastic top, before she pulled them down tanned thighs, revealing her girly cunt-bush, curly coils, a small patch of dark brown hair covered her tiny pussy, except for t the two pink outer lips that hang down between her slim legs.
“Mmmmm!” I licked my lips and stuck out my hand and felt Ellie’s wet pussy.

“Is she up?” I said as I lost the image from last night. I felt my cock stir in my underwear.
“Haven’t seen her,” Gramps said, as he sipped coffee and kept looking at me, like he expected me to say something.

I suddenly wondered what kinds of noises we had made last night. I had no idea what they were, or how loud they’d been.

But surely … if he had known what we were doing … he would have done something.

For lack of anything better to do, I ate. I kept my mouth full so I couldn’t talk, and once again, images from last night popped into my head.

Ellie’s blue eyes twinkled, her long dark hair swayed back and forth with the movements of her tiny.

“Mmmmm!” I mumbled, feeling the warmth of my sister’s virgin pussy with the tips of my itchy fingers.

”Bobby…., you should stop… No… fuck, keep going,” Ellie panted, tingling all over with excitement and erotic delight. 
Her cunt-lips tightened on his knuckle, sucked my finger into her tight pussy.
Elli stared at my hand action, as I looked and gawked at my pretty little sister – her juicy lips, the long dark hair, her smooth, baby-like skin, her small breast benly bouncing up and down, and her innocent-looking face.

Gramps eventually went back to reading. As soon as I was done I said I was going over to John’s and left the kitchen.

I got dressed and then left the house, but I didn’t go to John’s.

That’s because it was seven-thirty on a Sunday morning.

There were some woods over behind the grocery store. I had to cross the railroad tracks to get there, and there was trash of all kinds scattered all over the place. Some of it was interesting, but most was just trash. Then, when I got into the woods, there were trails.

I sat down, closed my eyes and once again, memories from last night popped into my brain.

I knelt down again and examined Ellie thoroughly with both my eyes and fingers. I was close enough to deeply inhale the scent of her smooth pussy. Her natural perfume filtered through the aroma of her perfume.

Thinking about her pussy made the blood expand in my veins and soon I was rock-hard.

I sighed, ran my slick fingers over her mound and lips. 

I peeled her lips open with my fingers and slowly dragged the flat of my tongue up her open slit. Then I planted a hard, wet kiss over her lips. Her sighs grew deeper as my tongue slid upward over her slit and I let the tip dip into the mouth of her sheath. She flushed harder and left the cream on the tip of my tongue. I briefly sucked the bud of her clit and looked up.

Her small, pert tits looked bigger from my angle beneath, and her nipples were standing out hard.
Her fingers laced into my dark hair. I clamped my hands over her upper thighs and gently pushed it into the meat at the base of her ass, kneading and spreading her at the same time. 
I opened my mouth and covered her pussy, pressing the broad side of my tongue against her slit.

At first, I just moved my tongue against the slick pliancy of her lips in subtle undulations.
The undulations gradually transformed into swiping laps up along her slit, dragging over the knotted clit at the apex.
Ellie’s sighs turned into moans while she started grinding her pussy back against her father’s mouth.
I realized my sister was about to have her first orgasm as I feasted on the sweetness of her juicy pussy.

This was my sister and she had the sweetest, tightest, and freshest pussy I’d ever imagined. The sounds of pleasure rising from her silken body as I licked and probed at her hole with my tongue were making my cock ache with need as I’d never felt in my life.
I lifted my eyes and licked her pussy, when she finally spoke;

Bobby, it’s…. I feel like I’m going to pee… It feels funny,”
”Don’t be stupid El you know it’s called having an orgasm.”
”What is that? She played on.”
”It’s like you produce a lot, and I mean a lot of Fanny juice and you will like it, I promise, do you want that?”
”Yes, it feels very warm and good, I like it.”

I once again dove in between her tiny legs, and after about a minute she started to let out little moans.
”Aahhh arrgh mmmm aahh,” I knew she was enjoying it so much, that I started to lick harder. 
I licked her little clit and increased my speed.

Ellie’s moans increased in speed and intensity. 
”AARRRGGH AAHH MMMAAARRGH. MMMMHHHH HHAHHHHMMH MMPPHHHH”
She started twitching and contracting rhythmically. Again and again and again. Her hips lifted and lowered in spasmic motions and her breasts were shivering like jelly, topped by her nipples which looked hard.

Thinking about licking Ellie’s young pussy made me shoot a load out into thin air.
____

I wondered who had made them as I followed one, which twisted and turned until it came to a clearing. There were beer cans everywhere and a circle of rocks with the remains of a fire in them. Again there was all manner of garbage. I started stepping more carefully when I saw a used condom lying in the dirt. Behind a log was a pair of what used to be pink cotton panties.

I left there and just wandered aimlessly, taking a new trail whenever I came to one. The whole woods couldn’t have been bigger than about five acres, so I knew I couldn’t really get lost. I just thought about stuff.

I tried to remember more details from last night, I focused on the feel of her lips, and what her hair smelled like. And her skin against mine. her orgasm as I ate her. I knew that we fucked and that I had cum in her, but had John or one of the other guys asked me what it was like I’d have sat there mute.

I knew I was supposed to feel guilty about it, but her last “I love you” had erased all my fears that I had done something to make her hate me forever.

I was getting hungry and checked my watch. I couldn’t believe it was eleven-thirty, and that I had been walking around for hours.

On my way back I went into the grocery store and went over to the rack where they displayed condoms. I didn’t actually know I’d be using any. Maybe I was feeling optimistic. 
Actually, I have no idea what I was feeling. I just knew you were supposed to use a condom, and that we hadn’t, and that if it ever happened again I should be ready.

I’d never bought one before and there was a bewildering number of different kinds. Plus I had no idea what size I was. I finally just grabbed a box of Trojans. I’d heard of them before. I started toward the checkout and stopped. There was only one register open, and Mary Anne Franklin was ringing out a man who had bought a pumpkin and a gallon of milk.

Mary Ann was my lab partner in Physics. I looked at her, this time, from a whole new perspective. She was actually fairly nice looking with her red hair, pale and freckled face. Her breasts were poking hard at her top and when I saw her nipple, my cock stirred again.

I left the store with a doughnut and a pint of chocolate milk.
I’m sure she didn’t see me putting the condoms back because Mary Ann flirted with me when she checked me out.

As I was walking home, I wondered what it would be like to bend her over the counter and slide my cock in between her tiny cunt.

When I got home Ellie was running the vacuum cleaner. There was obviously a whirl of cleaning going on and I figured she’d be ticked off at me for not being there to help her clean up after the party. Really, though, there hadn’t been all that much party. Some food and drink had been consumed, but the cake was uncut.

“Bobby!” she yelled when she saw me. She turned the vacuum off.
“Mom and Dad are coming home tomorrow!”
“They are?” I could feel my eyebrows going up.
“Dad called while you were gone. Where were you? Gramps said you went to John’s. I told him that was crazy. You didn’t, right?” 

She was talking a mile a minute and hyper. Her hands were fluttering at her sides as she talked.

“I went for a walk,” I said.
“Oh. Can you help me clean up? I want things to be nice for Mom when she gets here.”
“Sure,” I said. “What do you want me to do?”

Men, don’t just ask a woman what she wants you to do when she’s in a cleaning frenzy. It never ends. She’s busy herself, but she can still think up a hundred things for you to do, most of which don’t make sense, because nobody in the entire world would ever notice there was dust inside a lampshade, you know? Then “Can you do the upstaois bathroom? And that’s just one example.

Anyway, Gramps came through and stood and watched us for a while. He was chewing something.
He didn’t say anything, but while I was cleaning a window he came over and pointed to a spot I’d missed. He grinned, and a little while later he wandered off to my parents’ bedroom and closed the door. He was probably reading again.

Puuh, only the worst thing left…. The bathroom, I hated cleaning bathrooms, or rather toilets.

Once I was there, I pulled down the towels and threw them in the hamper. That’s when I saw them. Ellie’s dirt panties from last night.

I pulled them up, put them to my nose, inhaled her sweet pussy smell, and instanlly two things happened, one, I got hard again, and two, more images from last night came to me. There is a God after all.

Ellie was on my bed, her ölegs spread, her pussy glisening. I lined up my hard cock at her tiny pussy entrance, rubbed the tip up and down her slit, and she closed her eyes and let’ out a ”Mmmmhhhhh.”

I rubbed my aching cock up and down her little pussy, the tip gently poking at her soaked hole.

”Are you ready?” Before she answered I started to slide my cock into her. I planted a kiss on her mouth and she screamed into my pillow in pain. 

Once the head was inside and her pussy muscled massaged my shaft I once again asked her if she wanted me to go on, or stop. She answered; if that’s what I wanted.
Of course, that’s what I wanted, so I slowly started to move back and forth, until I felt a resistance, and I knew it was her hymen.

”El, if I move any further in, I will break your… virginity, or whatever it’s called.
“Hymen, and yes I know, just go on.”
I nodded and pushed on, feeling her hymen break, again, accompanied by Ellie’s scream and moans.
 I slow-fucked her for maybe a minute or two, then I sped, listening to her ”ah argh ah” mantra. 
Her breathing quickened and even time I pushed my cock into her she let out an argh, and then
she came again.
This was just too much for me and I could feel my balls tighten I sped up more knowing I was close I leaned down so my face was next to hers and said I was almost done, she didn’t understand what I meant and just answered; ”Arrgg O aargh K.”

I rammed my cock into her with long strokes she was so tight she had pulled my foreskin back with her pussy, and it felt so fucking amazing. 
She moaned ”Aaarrgghh arrgghh,” then I came. I fired a huge load of my brotherly cum into my fourteen-year-old sister.
My balls tighten, my whole body spasmed as jet after jet of hot cum fire deep inside Ellie’s pussy.

And when it was over, I laid on top of her getting my breath back and hugging her, I asked how that was for her, and she said she was a little sore but wow it was nice, I pulled my cock out of her gently and a trail of both our juices and her blood followed it out, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
We agreed that it was probably best if she went to her room.

She stood up on wobbly legs. As she walked away, I loved the sight of her small ass and the pink juices running down her inner thigh.

“Hey, what you thinking of here, hard cock and everything. Better not be thinking about Ashley’s breasts…” I was rudly interupted by my sister.

“El… We fucking fucked last night.”
“Language, dear brother, but, yes, and it was amazing, can’t wait to tonight,” Ellie said, grabbed my hard cock and planted a deep kiss on my mouth. And, let me tell you, it was NOT a sibling kiss…

It was two-thirty when we were done.

“I came home for lunch,” I said. “I’ve been cleaning ever since.”

Yeah, 
”I’m starving, more today than any other day in my life,” she said and looked down at the semi-erect bulge in my pants.

We started for the kitchen and she said “Where’s Gramps?”
“In Mom and Dad’s room,” I said. “We can cook for ourselves, though.”
“That’s not what I was thinking about,” she said. As soon as we got into the kitchen proper she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me, long and hard.

“I’m horny,” she said when she pulled back.
“You’re crazy,” I said, being completely honest.
“Maybe,” she said. “Ravioli?”
“Sure.”
I got two cans of Chef Boyardee while she got a bowl to microwave them in. I opened the cans and then gave them to her. I got two smaller bowls down and spoons while she watched the food going round and round through the glass in the door.

She turned around suddenly.

“What are we going to do when Mom and Dad get home?”
I shrugged. “Be happy?”
“About us, you dolt,” she said.

The microwave dinged and she took the food out. Then, as if she hadn’t said a freaking word, she dished it out and sat down to eat.

“Ellie …?” I said.
“Not now. Gramps might hear us.”

She acted like she’d been snorting cocaine all day. Gramps must have asked her if she was all right half a dozen times. Each time she said she was glad Mom and Dad were coming home. He made a crack about how that must mean she was eager to see him go back to his house, but I don’t think she heard it. She didn’t say anything anyway.

When she wanted to take down the curtains and wash them I put my foot down. I pulled her outside on the front porch.

“Look,” I said. “Mom is probably going to have to spend some time in bed. They had to operate on her, and she’s not going to inspect the house when she gets home. You know Dad. He’s like me. 
We could care less about whether the pillows on the couch match or not. You need to calm down.”

“I can’t calm down!” she moaned. “All I can think about is how you made me feel last night. I want to do it again. I wanted to do it again while I was going back to my room last night. I wanted to do it again when I woke up. I’ve wanted to do it all day long, Bobby! I’ve turned into a slut! I’m as bad as Tiffany!

“

I put my hands on her shoulders. 

”Calm down. Do you want to do it with every guy you can think of?”
She looked shocked. “Of course not! I only want to do it with you!”
“Then you’re not as bad as Tiffany,” I said.

She didn’t think that was funny at all.
“Don’t you get it?” she rasped.
“I’m not supposed to feel this way, Bobby! It isn’t right for us to do that. Nobody in the whole world would say it was okay. And I know we can’t do it again. But I want to! Bobby, this is going to drive me insane!”

“It’s not going to drive you insane,” I said. “There are people all over the world who don’t have sex, and it doesn’t drive them insane.”

“Yeah, but they probably don’t know what they’re missing,” she said.

I admit that made me feel good, but I was trying to talk her down so she wouldn’t have a conniption fit.

“Look, to be perfectly honest about it, things happened so fast last night that I don’t remember a lot of it.” She looked insulted, but I went on. “It was wonderful. The point is that if you try not to think about it, maybe the memory of it will fade a little bit and it won’t be so bad.”

“That’s insane,” she said. “I’ll never forget a single second of last night.”

I admit that made me feel really good. It also made me even more frustrated that I couldn’t bring up all those obviously delicious memories.

“OK,” I said. “It’s November. Before we know it we’ll graduate. 
We’ll get summer jobs. Go away to your Ivy League University and I to a communal College, but it’s a different school anyway, and then you won’t have to see me.”

She punched me in the arm! Hard!

“That’s the second time you’ve said that,” she said, her voice low. “It was the first time that made me realize that someday I might never see you again. And that made me feel empty inside. And that made me let you kiss me and fondle my breasts! You’re not helping, Bobby. Just shut up, okay? 
And it’s years until then… Just be in the moment…”

She did calm down after that. Gramps was busy finding all his stuff and washing it and packing his suitcase and all that. Ellie was finally happy with the way the house looked. Either that or it was no longer distracting her to clean, one of the two. Dad called again and we both got to talk to him. 
He said Mom had a long haul ahead of her, and that he’d need our help. We both promised to do whatever was needed.

Gramps said he was taking us out to eat that night. He said we had to get dressed up. 
”And I mean fancy, the best you’ve got.” He said and later on, he took us to a posh restaurant in Twin Pines, where the guy who seated us was wearing a tuxedo.

Ellie had taken Gramps seriously. She was wearing a black dress and a string of Mom’s pearls. Her hair was up on top of her head and her neck looked too long somehow. She had on earrings and makeup. The dress didn’t really show much skin, but it clung to her body and made me want to just sit down and drool while I looked at her.

Gramps had on slacks and a white shirt with one of my dad’s ties on. He was also wearing one of Dad’s sports coats. It was a little tight, but it looked odd on an old man with silver in his beard and a ponytail held back with a tooled leather circle. Gramps had threatened to get an earring for years but hadn’t done it yet. As I looked at him I realized he’d look pretty cool with something in his ear.

But most of the time I stared at Ellie. I wasn’t the only one staring.

Gramps had warned me to seat her, but a waiter beat me to it. She smiled at him and I felt a spark of jealousy in my chest.

“This is nice,” Ellie said, looking around. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing to me and half the men in the place.

“They have octopus to die for,” Gramps said.

“Ewww,” Ellie said. She even looked good doing that.

When Gramps ordered a porterhouse steak, I did the same thing. Ellie decided on Calabrian Stuffed Eggplant, which I had never heard of. She liked it when it came, though.

Dinner was amazing. Gramps ordered a bottle of wine and they brought three glasses without being asked. Gramps tasted it, and nodded. The waiter poured and acted like it was perfectly fine to serve us. To be honest, if I hadn’t known Ellie was only fourteen, I’d have thought she was like seventeen, but the waiter didn’t seem to mind.

Gramps did most of the talking. He told us some stories about when he’d been in the Army. 
His description of Hong Kong made me wish we were there, even though it sounded a little scary too. And while we were eating the best food I’d ever had, he talked about food from all over the world.

Then it was back in the car and back home. Ellie sat in the back by herself. Gramps said he was her chauffeur and I was her bodyguard. When we got back home it was dark. Ellie reached for me and we lingered while Gramps unlocked the door, went in, and turned on the lights.

“Just once more before Mom and Dad come home,” she whispered.

My resolve to help her resist had evaporated long ago.
“I’ll come to your room when he’s asleep,” I said.
“No! I can’t do that in the same bed Tiffany and Larry did it in,” she said. “I’ll come to you.”
“Okay,” I said. I was almost panting already.

Both of us said we were tired and were going to bed.

“I’m not surprised,” Gramps said. giving us a quick smile and hugged us both.

“Big day tomorrow.”

This time I took my underwear off. As I lay there I thought about those condoms I had chickened out buying because my lab partner in Physics would know about it. I decided that Ellie knew the deal, and if she was willing to chance it, then it must be safe.

It seemed like it took her forever to get there. She was wearing a T-shirt again, but when she took it off this time I could see the darkness between her legs that was her pubic hair. She was actually trembling when she got into bed and hugged me.

“I can’t believe how this makes me feel,” she panted. “I already feel like I’m going to explode.”
I kissed her, but she pushed me away. “You have to be more quiet tonight.”

“Me?” I asked. I didn’t remember making any noise. Of course, I didn’t remember a lot of what had happened.

“You sounded like an elephant hunting for his mate,” she whispered.
“You’re so full of it,” I said, running my hand up her naked side.
“I am not. I’m amazed Gramps didn’t come charging in here to find out what all the racket was about.”

I wasn’t going to argue with her when I could be re-discovering what I couldn’t remember about last night.

“I’ll go slower tonight,” I said. “And quieter.”
“I’m all for slower,” she said. “I want it to last a long time.”

In truth, it wasn’t like a hurricane the second night. It wasn’t so urgent and crazy and wild. 
Our kisses were more deliberate, like we were tasting each other like Gramps tasted that wine, and pronounced it acceptable.

Her lips were acceptable, to start with, and I guess, so were mine. When our tongues came into play this time it was with a lazy, gradual involvement. She licked my lips and my nose and giggled. 
Her hand slid down my body, slowly, but I knew where it was headed. She had liked rubbing my lump in the haunted house. Now she was eager to feel it without my jeans covering it. 
Her fingers were cool, somehow, and they fluttered all around my cock, making me think of a blind girl exploring a cock with her fingertips.

“It’s big,” she sighed.
“Did it hurt you last night?” I asked.
“No. Never. It stretched me, but even that felt wonderful,” she said. She squeezed my prick and licked my ear lobe. “Tiffany says they feel good in your mouth.”

“You want to find out?” I whispered.

She nodded.
“Will you do me too?”
“Oh hell yes,” I groaned.

She threw the covers back and her hair tickled its way down my chest. I sucked my belly in while her hand moved to cup my balls.

Then she sucked the knob.

“Stop!” I gasped within ten seconds.

She pulled off. “What’s wrong? Am I doing it wrong?”
“No!” I panted. “You’re doing it perfectly. You’re doing it too good in fact. I was going to pop.”
“Oh,” she said. “You went off fast last night too. I thought guys could go longer than that.”

I was stung. I’d masturbated for a whole hour one time, bringing myself close and then slowing down so I wouldn’t cum. But jacking off wasn’t nearly as exciting as this.

“I’ll go longer, but only if you stop sucking like that.”
“Tiffany says some guys taste good,” she said.

“Ellie, I am not going to squirt in your mouth,” I said. “That’s just disgusting.”
“Well okay,” she said. “But I think it should be the girl who decides.”

Instead of arguing with her, I let her settle on her back and open her legs for me. I wished the light was on because she was displaying something I had been trying to get a good look at for years.
Not hers, particularly. Anyone would have been fine. But this one was special.

Of course, I had no idea what I was doing. I knew vaguely there was a clitty in there somewhere. Supposedly it was at the top, where the split began. I started out kissing the hair above her split, but that wasn’t very sexy. Not for me anyway. But the minute my lips ran into slippery, hot flesh, I knew I had hit the mother lode. In those first few seconds, while my lips and tongue explored, I knew I was born to eat pussy.

I found her clit, and once again flashes from last night kept playing in my head, how she had bucked and panted as I licked her little pussy.

I also found out the trumpeting elephant was female.

I stopped to say “Shhhhh” and her hands slapped on the sides of my head so hard she almost knocked me out. Once she had a death grip on my ears, she pulled my face against her pussy.
I went back to work and one of her hands let go. She had used my pillow over her face to muffle her scream as she finished cumming. 
She was cumming the second time before I figured out what that meant. Finally she pushed my head away. My face was dripping, but I didn’t care. I thought she might find it gross, though, so I rubbed my face on the sheet a couple of times. I was fired up and ready to go. I crawled up and there were those titties, with the nipples Chris had been trying to uncover so he could despoil them.

She liked having her nipples sucked too. By the time I was ready to stop, I was really glad Chris hadn’t gotten to them because she liked that a lot.

“Are you ready for me lick ypour pussy, El?” I whispered.
“Oh yes!” she yipped.
“Shhhhh!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she whispered.
___

I lowered myself onto the bed crawled between her legs, and gently started to kiss and lick her tiny wet pussy. Ellie shudderd at the pleasure I was giving her as waves shot through her body causing her to arch her back moaning out loud, once again, I told her be quiet. She gently grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face deeper into her crotch applied more pressure as she began to grind at my face. “OHHHH!” she lets out a long moan.

“OHHHH!, that feels sooo good” she said as she let out another moan. I encircled her hard little clit with my tongue for minutes then I sucked on it with a little pressure causing her scream out (luckily into my pillow), “OHHH ! Please don’t stop!, please don’t stop!” as her tension was building up slowly bringing her closer and closer to her tipping point. The pressure from her hand increased as did her grinding as I felt her body start to tense up from the waves of pleasure.

Her legs began to tighten and her clit was swollen to the max as my continuous assault on her throbbing button took her over the top. AHWWWWW ! she screamed as the first wave hit her hard.
She grinned at my face frantically convulsing spewing her juices all over my face. I lapped it all up like it was the finest wine in the world.

“OH MY GOD AGAIN AHHHH”, she screamed as a second wave plummeted her body, that was bucking wildly at my face spewing more juices onto me. Her back arched as far as she could go, riding the massive wave of pleasure as they came crashing to the shore one after another after another until she finally collapsed on the bed, still twitching as the smaller wave subtly subsided leaving her completely motionless and silent, gasping for air.

Once she’s started breating agon, I kissed and licked my way up to her head kissing her on the lips gently. She opened her eyes, stared into mine, then responded by kissing me back and soon we were french kissiing. She matched my every move causing us both to moan with pleasure. She placed her hand on the back of my head pulling me in tighter as her tongue wildly twirls with mine.

Heat and passion began to flow from our bodies onto each other as we both responded to our bodies lustfully yearning needs. My cock was rock hard and throbbing as I pull away to maneuver the purple head closer to her hot wet opening. As my throbbing head grazed her lips and clit she grasped taking in a deep breath as her body responded opening the door to her flood gates flowing out from her body onto the bed sheets.

So eager for my shaft I pressed forward entering her slightly. Ellie gasped and moaned out loud digging her nails into my back, she wrapped her thin legs around me trying desperately for me to enter her fully.
Slowly I pushed forward, then pulled back repeating this time and time again until I felt my head hit the bottom, my cock was in as far as it could go. She let out a series of moans almost nonstop.

“OHHH!, OHHH!, OHHH!, my God” cries. “Your cock feels so good please don’t stop” she pleaded as I slowly started pumping my shaft in and out. Her extremely tight hole gripped me like a hot wet vice pulling me in as far as it would go. Tensions rose as both of our bodies yearned for a release.
My pumping quickened as I felt my balls beginning to boil, my leg started to tighten. Ellie’s entire body stiffened and her hole tightened around my swollen shaft preparing to release its precious fluid. A couple more pumps of my shaft were all it would take. Ellie screamed to the top of her lungs in what seemed like sheer agony
“AHHHHHHRRG” she screamed out in lust, her tight hole contracted and released frantically convulsing like mad

All og a sudden, seconds before my realse. the light was turned on in my room… The one with the two hundred-watt bulbs in it …

There was an audible wet, sucking pop as my cock pulled out of Ellie’s pussy while I leaped to my knees beside her, facing the door. The part of my brain that had screamed “Protect her” groaned when it realized I had put her between me and the danger. The danger, of course, was Gramps.

He was blinking rapidly, just like I was, and I realized he was just as blind as I was in the sudden light. Ellie’s long, drawn-out scream ended just then, and I grabbed for the blanket to throw over her.

“Don’t move!” Gramps ordered in a voice I bet they heard two houses over.

Ellie tried to cover both breasts and her pussy with only two hands. Gramps moved closer and bent over to look at my cock, which was fast running out of firm, and beginning to sag down.

“No rubber,” he snorted. “You two are idiots.”

Something welled up inside me. She was my woman, and it was my room, and he was the intruder. 
I knew, on an academic level that I didn’t have a leg to stand on, but I yelled anyway.

“You told us to get along better!”
He snorted again. “And this is what you thought I meant?”

Ellie was sniffling, and I knew her well enough to know she was going to bawl any second. 
I reached for the blanket and drew it up over her. She pulled it over her head and rolled to pull into a ball with her back toward Gramps.

“Didn’t you listen to a word I said?” he asked me, looking sad.

“Yes!” I said, just wanting to refute him. “You said you had to love a girl and know her for years first. Well I do!”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he said.
“It just kind of happened,” I moaned, knowing I was out of arguments.
“I don’t want to hear it,” he said. “What disappoints me is that you risked getting her pregnant.
If I hadn’t come in here to find out what all the caterwauling was about it would have been your father the next time, and he has enough on his plate without finding you two like this. 
I said it before, and I’ll say it again. You two were being idiots, and I know both of you are smarter than this.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You’re sorry you got caught.”
“I’m sorry I was an idiot.”
“It was all my fault.”
“No it wasn’t,” Gramps said. “It takes two to tango.”
“I made her do it.”
“How noble,” he sighed. “Don’t lie to me, Bobby. You’re in enough hot water as it is. I was a cop, Bobby. You think I didn’t notice that she came to your room? You think I didn’t take the time to see whether she was resisting or not?”

“What do you want?” I yelled.
“I want,” he said,” you to be sensible, and intelligent, and do what’s best for both of you and your parents.”

Then he turned around, left the room, and closed the door firmly behind him.

It took a good five minutes before Ellie peeked over the edge of the covers. She looked all around. Her face was red. She had been crying, but not hysterically. She wiped her cheeks with her palms.
I was still on my knees and still facing the door.

“Where did he go?” Ellie asked hesitantly.
“He just left”
“He can’t have just left.”
”Well, he did.”
“He’s calling the police!” Ellie said and could hear the fear in her voice.
“We have to get dressed!”
“He’s not calling the police,” I said. “If he was doing that he’d keep an eye on us to make sure we didn’t run away.”
“Where would we run?” Ellie asked.
“That doesn’t matter,” I said wearily. “It’s how he would think.”
“Then I don’t understand.”
“I don’t either.”

She got up. She pulled the bedspread all around her and went to the door. She opened it and peeked into the hallway. Then she walked out into the hallway and stood there, looking both ways. 
She came back in and stood, looking perplexed. Finally she closed the door again.

“I don’t get it,” she said.

I didn’t say anything this time.
 
She walked around the room, thinking.

“What did he say before he left?”
“You were here,” I said.
“I was a little distracted,” she shot back at me.
“He said he wanted us to be smart and do what’s best for our parents,” I said.
“That’s close, but there was more,” she said. “I remember hearing ‘sensible’ and I think he said what was good for both us and our our parents.”
“Okay, so it’s all the same in the end. We have to stop doing this and our parents can’t find out we did.”
“Why wouldn’t he just say that then?” she asked. “Why didn’t he threaten to call the cops, and then blackmail us into promising to stop?” She frowned. “He sure didn’t mind pointing out that you could have gotten me pregnant.”
“Maybe we’re supposed to talk about it.”
“Maybe,” she said. She dropped the blanket and went to the wall switch. The room was plunged back into darkness.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Just wait,” she said.

What seemed like five minutes went by.
“What are we waiting for?” I asked.
“Gramps,” she said.
”He left,” I reminded her.
”I stayed here. I turned the light back off, like I plan on staying here some more.”

She walked over to the bed.

”If he wanted us to stop, why isn’t he back in here yelling again?” she asked.

We were sitting on the bed, Indian style, still naked and facing each other in the dark.

“There is no way in the world that Gramps didn’t want us to stop,” I said.
“Did he actually tell us to stop?” my sister asked.
“Well no, but …”
“Did he say what we were doing was wrong?”
“He said we were idiots.”
“Did he say; ‘This is wrong and you shouldn’t do it!’?”
I sighed. “Do you honestly believe he thinks it’s okay for us to be sitting here naked, thinking about starting back up what he stopped us right in the middle of?”
“I don’t know what to think! That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“Well it’s really kind of academic,” I said. “I mean we’re not going to start back up. That much is obvious.”
“Is it?” she asked.

I snorted. “Tell me you’re horny.”
“I’m horny.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Tell me about it,” she said. “You think it’s easy being a slut for your own brother?”
“You’re not a slut, Ellie.”
“Then why do I want to jump on top of you right now?”
“Are you serious?” I asked, incredulous.

When we lay back down, it was tentative. I think we were both expecting Gramps to rampage back in there and ask us just what the hell we thought we were doing.

But he didn’t.

And pretty soon our hands began to wander and touch and stroke. This was very different from what we had done before because it was very slow and deliberate. It was almost like we were merely exploring each other’s bodies, trying not to get excited. Our kisses were tender and soft, with not very much tongue. We did a lot of rubbing of our bodies together. I did suck at her nipples, but not hard, or urgently. And her hand on my cock, which was like iron again, was very gentle.

And when she pulled at it, getting it between her legs, we found out I could get into her while we were both still on our sides. It didn’t go in as deep, but her hand on my butt, gently pressing me towards her, and the added warmth of her kisses while I moved in her a little bit, told me she liked it, and that was what counted. I don’t remember why I felt like pulling her on top of me, but she rolled with me and managed to keep me in her in the process. The change was stark because as soon as she put her knees beside my hips I went deep into her and she moaned in my ear. Then she put her hands on my chest and pushed herself upright, leaning at a 45-degree angle, and started rocking forward and back.

Almost immediately I felt her pussy flutter all around my cock and she whimpered, lifting one hand to cover her mouth. Her hips sped up and I knew then she was cumming. That’s really all it took and I felt the soothing jets of my own cum jerking through my cock and into her pussy.

She lay back down on top of me in what seemed like slow motion. She wasn’t panting, but she was breathing really deeply.

“I love you so much,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” I whispered back.

It was so comfortable, that neither of us wanted to move.
We didn’t intend to fall asleep there, in my bed.

But we did.

“Get up you two. Big day!” Gramps’ gruff voice came from the doorway, making me jerk. 
Ellie rolled away from me, muttering. She was only a morning person once in a very long while.

“Are you awake?” he asked.
“Yes!” I barked.
“You’ve got maybe two hours to get this place and yourselves cleaned up and presentable for your parents,” he said.

Ellie sat up like a rocket had propelled her. The sheet fell down, exposing her pert teen titties. Gramps didn’t look away. She looked around wildly, started to cover her breasts, and then didn’t.

“We’ll be ready,” she said.
“Good.” He siad, and closed the door.

Ellie looked at me and said, “I told you so.”
“Damn,” I said, still tense at being caught in bed with my sister the second time.

She got up. 

”Come on. We have to wash the sheets, air out the room, and take showers.”

I learned something else that morning. It is simply incredible how sexy a woman can look stripping sheets off a bed and straightening things up if she’s doing it naked.

When came down to the kitchen, showered and dressed, with the incriminating linens in the washing machine, Gramps had told us both to sit down.

He did not serve us breakfast.

Instead, he sat down and looked at the two of us for a minute. Then he focused on Ellie.

“The other day, your brother asked me how old I was when I got my first shot of pussy.”

Ellie blinked about four or five times in a row and she got kind of pale. She wasn’t used to hearing that kind of talk coming from an adult’s mouth either. Gramps had to see her reaction, but he didn’t bat an eye.

“I told him I was twelve, and that I didn’t want him to make the same mistakes I had. He wanted to know more. I was unwilling to tell him more then, but after last night, I rethought my position.”

Ellie and I sat like statues.

“That first time was with your Great Aunt Ruby,” he said.

Ellie jerked. “Your sister!” she sighed.
“My sister,” he agreed. “So I know how the two of you feel, and I know how you can end up in the situation you were in last night. But the thing is, it can really screw things up.”

“But you said you didn’t get her pregnant,” I reminded him.

“That’s true. I didn’t,” he said. “But we knew it was wrong, just like you two know it’s wrong. 
You wouldn’t have reacted like you did last night if you thought everything was fine and dandy. 
And so we decided we couldn’t do that anymore, and we stopped doing it with each other.”

“And somehow that was a mistake?” Ellie sounded confused.

”

I said with each other,” he reminded us. “Once you open that can of worms, you can’t stuff all of them back in there. Once you become a sexual being, you remain a sexual being. We couldn’t resist having sex once in a while … but it wasn’t with each other. And that, as it turned out, almost two years later, Ruby trusted the wrong guy one time and she did get pregnant.”

“Uncle Phil?” asked Ellie. Uncle Phil was Aunt Ruby’s husband. They had a bunch of kids, who were responsible for all the cousins Ellie and I had.

“No. She met him later. She wouldn’t tell our parents who got her pregnant, and they sent her away. She came back a month later and was no longer pregnant.” His face kind of sagged. He looked sad and I saw wrinkles on it for the first time I could remember. “She told me what happened. They tied her to a table and pushed things into her until the baby was aborted. She cried a lot after that, and all I could think of was that if I had gotten her pregnant, the same thing would have happened.”

“Oh wow, and she was my age…” Ellie said with sadness in her voice, like she was about to cry.

I knew about abortions, of course. I’d heard about them on the news, when they talked about abortion clinics and the anti-abortion protesters and politicians and all that. But I had never really thought about it. I was suddenly imagining Ellie, struggling on a table and crying out. It made me sick at my stomach. I knew that wasn’t how abortions were done these days, but still, the thought that a baby I helped create might not be born just made me feel sad and queasy.

“You two have opened Pandora’s box,” he said. “I understand how you feel. But you have to understand that, with the choice you have made, comes responsibility. It feels like a game, but it’s not.” He looked at Ellie. “I’m assuming, based on your reaction last night, that you’re not on the pill.”

She flushed but shook her head. He went on.

“We didn’t have the pill back then. If we had, maybe things would have turned out differently. 
At that age, I couldn’t even get a rubber in those days, and that’s all different now too. But last night, neither of you were taking advantage of any of the things that would prevent a possible disaster. And that’s what I thought you were both too smart to do.”

He stood up. “You two are older than Ruby and I were. I’m not going to treat you like kids. 
So I expect you to act like adults. Your parents are going to go through a rough time getting your mother back on her feet. She’s not going to be able to go back to work for a long time. 
The last thing they need is to have to deal with a daughter whose belly is swelling with a baby whose father she is ashamed to name, and who can’t support her openly. Nor should they have to deal with a son who has knocked some girl up and, to do the right thing about that, has to forgo college and take whatever wage he can get to support her.

And neither of them needs the distraction of dealing with the reaction of the community if somebody should find out how you two feel about each other. 
I can’t tell you what to do, because you have to make those decisions yourselves. But you both know how dangerous that kind of love for each other can be. Don’t be stupid. That’s my advice to you.”

_______

Mom looked rough. Her face was a mass of yellow and purple bruises. They had done surgery on her shoulder and hip, where the car had plowed into the driver’s door. The guy driving it had been running from the cops and tried to run a red light.

They brought her home in an ambulance and put her in a wheelchair to get her into the house. Thankfully, most of our house was on ground level. There were four bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, but two of the bedrooms were really only the size of a large closet, with the bathroom between them. Our parent’s room was downstairs, so they were able to roll Mom in there and get her in bed. Dad looked tired, but he took the time to stop and look around.

“Place looks good,” he said to Ellie. He knew who had cleaned up.
She beamed. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said.
“I helped,” I complained.
“He did,” Ellie admitted.
“Even better,” Dad said. He looked at his father.
“Thanks. I can’t tell you how much it meant to know the kids were okay.”

Gramps waved one hand in the air. “It weren’t nothin’,” he drawled. “The kids only drove me almost insane.” He looked down at his left shoulder, screwed up his face, grabbed at something that wasn’t there with his right hand, and threw it violently on the floor. He said “Get off!” while he did this. I snickered. Ellie rolled her eyes. Dad, apparently having seen this before, ignored it.

“You heading straight back home?” he asked.

Gramps nodded. “Been gone too long. Got important things to do and important people to see.”

“What important people?” asked Ellie.
“Never you mind,” Gramps said. “You just remember all that sage advice I gave you while I was here.”
“We will,” Ellie said, and managed to say it without blushing.
“Then I’m outta here,” Gramps said.
His bag was already in his car. He hugged Ellie, and then me. As he let me go he whispered, “Don’t be stupid.”

Ellie took paper and pen into Mom’s bedroom and made a list of things Mom wanted. Then she and I made a list of grocery items we thought we could cook up to make meals for the next week.
Ellie went and told Dad we were going to the store. He nodded.

“You drive,” she said, throwing me the keys to her moped.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I always drive.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I know you don’t. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
“I’m still not used to hearing you say that,” I said.
“Not like that anyway.”
“Get used to it,” she said.
“That’s not what Gramps advised,” I argued.

I stopped the moped and we were sitting on a bench by the park.

We sat in silence, both of us trying to figure out what too do.
He hadn’t taken questions. He had served us breakfast and then gone to finish packing up his suitcase, leaving us to reflect on what he’d said.

“Okay,” Ellie finally broke the silence. “His advice was for us not to be stupid. But that doesn’t mean we can’t love each other. We just have to be smart about it. He and Aunt Ruby decided to stop, and that got them in trouble.”

“Nice try,” I said. “But it only got her in trouble, and only then because she kept having sex.”
“So now that I’ve found the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced, you want me to just give it up,” she said.
“You gonna ask Mom and Dad to put you on the pill?”
“Maybe,” she said, but she didn’t sound very sure of herself.
“I can’t wait to hear your answer when they ask you why you want to do that”
“Maybe I won’t answer.”
“And maybe they won’t agree to do it,” I pointed out.
“Well, will you promise to always wear a condom?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said immediately.
“Well there you go,” she said. “Problem solved.”

I shook my head. “We both know condoms aren’t a hundred percent. They drill that into your head every time they talk about using them.”
“I don’t like where this is heading, Bobby,” my sister said, sounding worried.

For once I was the practical one. “Gramps is what … sixty? You saw the pain on his face when he was thinking about stuff that happened almost half a century ago. I’m not interested in having those kinds of memories thirty or forty years from now. I want to be able to hug you then and feel just as good about it as I do now.”
“I really don’t like where this is heading,” Ellie moaned.
“You’re not alone,” I said. Then I sighed. “Maybe we’ll think of something.”

______

Two month went by. We had our fifteens birthday, but that is another story.

Mom was still on serious drugs. They handled the pain, and talking to her was fun because she would talk about just about anything. I think the drugs lowered her inhibitions, and she was willing to talk about stuff she might have otherwise just kept to herself. Each of us spent part of the evening sitting with her, which was kind of neat because we had time to really talk about things on an extended level. I hadn’t realized it, but we really didn’t talk to our parents all that much before this happened.

During those months Ellie and I only had sex twice time. Both times were right after her period ended, which was the first one she had since I had cum in her unprotected, and which was the first one in many years she was actually happy to have. She was extra horny coming off her period too, which makes sense biologically. I finally bought those Trojans and we used one one night. We told our parents we were going on a double date, which was not true and then had sex in the back seat of the car.

It was less than satisfactory for a number of reasons.

First, we were both terrified that somebody would come along and find us doing it, even though we were parked behind the grocery store, behind a big stack of pallets. The most likely person to find us would be a cop, but we couldn’t think of any place else to go where it would be private. It was also uncomfortable because there wasn’t enough room.

And finally, Ellie hated the Trojan. She said it felt completely different, and not in a good way.

So we went home and waited until our parents were asleep. Then, instead of fucking, I licked and sucked her pussy until she came, and she gave me a blow job, this time taking me all the way. 
She stayed on me too and swallowed my cum. She almost threw up, but got it under control. 
A minute later she decided it wasn’t so bad after all and made me kiss her and give her tongue.

So there was some good and some not-so-good involved in that episode.

Neither of us thought of a solution to our problem until Ellie announced she was going on a date with a guy named Anthony Franklin. He was one of Ashley’s cousins, who was visiting during Christmas break. I went to her room while she was getting ready. She was in her bra and panties, but Dad had gone to the pharmacy to get something for Mom, so it was safe for me to stand there and look at her. When she saw me doing it she flashed her boobs at me and grinned.

“You gonna do that for this Anthony person?”
“Of course not,” she answered. “It’s just a date.”
“Remember what Gramps said,” I warned. “What if this guy is all cute or handsome or buff or whatever.”
“I’m not going to have sex with him.”
“Unfortunately, you’re not going to have sex with me either,” I sighed.
“Too true,” she said. “But even if we could, we couldn’t right now. I’m as fertile as a turtle.”
“Well, if he turns out to be pushy, just give me a call and I’ll come get you.”
“Calm down there big boy,” she said, smiling.
“I can handle some guy from Peoria, Illinois.”
“Okay,” I said.
“I’m gonna go see if I can sneak some of Mom’s really good drugs out of her room now so that I don’t have to sit around and think about you kissing this jerk, or his hands wandering places.”

Ellie laughed. “I love it when you get jealous. It makes me feel all squishy inside. I think it’s a good thing I’m going on this date because if I stayed here, I don’t think I could resist you right now.”

Then she gave me a really good kiss and let me suck one of her nipples.

“You can’t steal mom’s drugs,” she said softly.
“You have to be able to come get me if I get all horny thinking about you and want to let this guy go too far.”
 (I had stolen my parents car on a few occasions at night, I think that’s what Ellie was talking about, or )
“I’m as hard as a rock right now,” I moaned.
“At least you get to beat off,” she said.
“I’m going on a date horny and can’t do anything about it!”

On my way to Mom’s room – and not actually to steal her drugs, by the way – I was thinking back to Halloween night, which was the last time I’d seen my sister with another guy.
And that’s how I came up with my brilliant plan!

Ellie was gone. Dad was back, and Mom was sleeping. Dad was watching something on TV when I went in and sat down. He seemed interested in whatever it was, but I wasn’t.

”Hey, Dad?”
“Hmmm?”
“Can I talk to you about something?”
“Sure.”
“If now isn’t a good time I understand,” I said.
“It’s just about having sex, that’s all.”

He looked at me, looked back at the TV, pressed the clicker, and the TV went black.

“You’re having sex?” he asked.
“Dad, First of all, I’m fifteen, and I don’t even have a girlfriend.”
“Why not?” he asked. I saw his face get tight.
“Are you gay?” 
I didn’t laugh.
“No, I am not gay,” I said firmly.
“Go ahead,” he said, which I thought was pretty cool, actually. I mean he was going to actually let me talk.
”We had this party while you were gone,” I said. “Gramps was here to chaperone.”
“He told me about it,” my father said.
“He did? What did he say?”
“He said he wished they’d had parties like that when he was growing up. He also said you two had acted responsibly.”
“Really?”
“Are you surprised? Did you act responsibly?”
“If I said I acted like a teenaged guy would that worry you?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said immediately. Then his face softened.
“I remember being a teenaged boy, Bobby.”
“Well, we can talk about that too, but the reason I’m actually talking to you is that I’m worried about Ellie.”

He looked even more alert if that was possible, and I went on before he could start throwing questions at me.
“She was dancing really close with this guy, and he touched her on the butt and they kissed and stuff. It wasn’t anything terrible, and that’s all that happened, but when I asked her later if she was on the pill or anything she got mad at me and wouldn’t tell me. And I know it’s none of my business, but I think maybe she should be on the pill if she’s not already. I mean I don’t think she’s doing anything … not really. She doesn’t have a boyfriend, really, but that guy she was dancing with got away with some stuff and I worry about her. And I know it isn’t my place to say anything, and that she’d kill me if she found out I did … but I know what I was thinking about with Ashley … and I’m just saying …”

I thought I did a masterful job of being the tattling brother, without giving him anything he could really get his teeth into. The only thing I had to worry about was if they didn’t want to put her on the pill for some reason. If that happened, then I was in deep shit, because all they’d do is ban her from dating and get all official on her and stuff.

“And what did you do with Ashley?” my father asked. 

So much for trying to aim an adult at something.

”Not much,” I said. “She has all these rules about how far a guy can go.”
“Good for her,” said Dad. “Maybe Ellie should get those rules from Ashley and adopt them for her own.”

I thought about what Ashley had let me do. This wasn’t working out like I had hoped it would. 
I might have already screwed things up, so I decided to say one more thing and then shut up, so as not to make anything worse.

”I just thought I should say something”
“Do you have any condoms, Bobby?” my father asked.

I blinked.
And then swallowed and licked my lips. I hadn’t outright lied to him yet, and he was pretty good at spotting lies. And what could it hurt to admit I had condoms? Didn’t all guys have them? Wasn’t it a rite of passage to get your first condom?

“Yeah,” I said.
“How many have you bought in the last year?” he asked. “Or gotten from somewhere,” he added.

I needed to deflect this line of questioning, and I thought hard to figure out a way to do it without lying.

”Well, I got a box,” I said. “But I’ve only opened one of them … I’ve never seen one, really … and I guess I was curious about what they looked like … you know.”
“I do know,” Dad said.
“When did you buy the box?”
“After the party,” I said carefully. “When I saw what was happening I thought maybe it would be a good idea to have some around. I mean I’m probably wrong, but …”
“Did you offer any of them to Ellie?”
“I told her I have them, but I didn’t give her any,” I said, starting to sweat now.
“So she didn’t take one with her on her date tonight.”
“I guess not,” I said.
“You want me to check the box?”
“Please do,” he said.

I didn’t need to check the box, so I went to her room instead, to see if her cell phone was plugged into the charger. It wasn’t, which meant she had it with her. I thought about calling her to warn her, but my brilliant plan didn’t look quite so shiny anymore and I knew if she got mad it would ruin her date and she’d yell at me even more. I wondered if I just called her quickly and told her to talk to me before she came home if she’d do that, or badger me into explaining more. I decided I’d try to intercept her when her date brought her home instead.

I checked the condom box so I could truthfully say I had, and then went and told Dad there were eleven left in the box of twelve. I think that made him happy for some reason, but I couldn’t tell for sure.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked when it seemed like everything had been said.
“No,” he said.
“I know you and your sister are fifteen and think you’re all grown up and all that. No parent wants to face the possibility that his child is becoming sexually active, but I’m glad you said something. That is not to say I want you to find reasons to use those condoms.”
“I know,” I said. “It would be great if you didn’t get me in trouble with Ellie, okay?”
“I need to talk to your mother about it,” he said. “She’ll know the best way to deal with this, but I think we can keep your name out of it.”

I nodded and turned the TV back on to watch it when he left. I figured I could do that until she got home, and warn her.

What I didn’t know was that my mom and dad had let things get “out of hand” as they put it, when they were dating. So both of them knew what could happen on a regular date when nothing was actually planned to happen.

Which was why, when Mom found out that I was worried, she took it to heart and sent Dad out to find my sister and give her a condom to put in her purse. Maybe it was the drugs, but Mom was really insistent.

Which I was not aware of because the show I was watching was boring and I fell asleep on the couch.

Which was why I didn’t hear my father leave and couldn’t warn her.
Which was why, when Ashley’s parents, who my dad naturally had to go to to find out where he might find Ashley and Ellie and their dates, called their daughter and told her to come straight home, and bring everybody with her, and laid down the law about it, Ellie was embarrassed.

Embarrassment trumps love … at least for a while.
Which is why, when Dad brought her home from her date, which had ended abruptly upon their arrival back at Ashley’s house, Ellie saw me and yelled “Jerk!” as she flounced past me on her way to her room.

“Sorry,” Dad said, shrugging his shoulders. “Things kind of took on a life of their own somehow.”
Then he told me what happened.

“Why didn’t you just call her and ask her to drop by the house for a minute?”
He looked pained and said, “I guess I didn’t think of that, Bobby.
“

It was “Go away!” time at Ellie’s door again, followed by
“And don’t do that thing to my door knob!”

She was still mad the next morning and went on and on about how mortified she was, how she could never show her face at Ashley’s house again, and how it would be all over school that her daddy had come and taken her home from a date and on and on and on. Dad took it like a trooper, just kind of ignoring her. She held some special shots in reserve for me, though.

“Daddy, did you know that Bobby dressed up as a jerk for Halloween? But he seems to be confused about the fact that Halloween is over because he’s still being a jerk!”

Mom rang the bell Dad gave her, and he went in to see what she wanted.
“I hate you!” my sister hissed.

Dad was back right away.
“Your mother would like to speak with you, Ellie,” he said, almost formally.

She threw down her napkin and went to their bedroom. A few seconds later the door closed.
She was in there a long time.
 
In fact, she was in there so long I had a chance to escape to John’s house.

You can’t stay away from conflict forever. Not when it’s with your sister and you live together. 
I hung out with John for three hours and then went back home. When I went in there was nobody in the living room or kitchen. I looked in on Mom and Dad was in there reading something to her. 
She smiled at me and waved, but didn’t invite me in.

I went to my room and tried to close the door quietly. I was going to put on headphones and play some games on the computer, but I sat on the bed first, and the headboard knocked against the wall. 

Ellie was knocking on my door within ten seconds.

“Let me in, Bobby,” she called.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s open,” I called out cautiously.

She came in, closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her hands were clasped in front of her, right in front of her crotch.

“I didn’t understand,” she said.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you like that. I don’t hate you.”
“I’m lost,” I said. “I had this plan and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn’t mean for Dad to track you down and embarrass you.”
“Your plan was brilliant!” she said. I swear her eyes were shining.
“It was?”
“Brilliant!” she said again.
“That’s what I didn’t understand. But I do now, and everything is working out perfectly, and I’m so proud of you!”
“Maybe you could explain that to me,” I said. “Because from where I’m sitting, nothing has changed.”
”That’s because you weren’t here, so I couldn’t talk to you after Mom and Dad talked to me. So you don’t know!”
“Know what?” I asked.
“Well for one thing, Mom said I have to go on birth control pills.” She grinned.
“Seriously… that was the whole point of my plan … to get them to put you on the pill, so you wouldn’t have to ask to do it.”
“Really?” She frowned. “That was all? Well I guess that worked, but that was only the beginning. There’s more!”
“I’m all ears,” I said.
“After summer, when high school, we’re going to live with Gramps.”

I stared at her.

”I know this is not how we planned our next year at High School, but.. Fuck… You and me…”
“Wait!” I said.
“How did Gramps get involved in all this?”
“Before he left he told them he knew finances would be tight with Mom not working, and that he would be willing to let us live with him for a year, and then come back for the final year of High School… we could live with him and room and board would be covered.”
“And how did all this come up again?” I asked.

She sighed. “Mom called me in there this morning to read me the riot act for being a bitch when all you did was be concerned for me. She yelled at me, Bobby. She said that by being concerned about me you had made her think about things and that it was time for me to go on the pill.
We had this long talk and she told me things I didn’t know. Did you know she and Daddy did it before they got married?”

I shook my head because it was easier than explaining.

“So she said she knows how things can get out of control, and that she’d had her head buried in the sand and all that kind of thing. She said that only a brother who really loved his sister would do something like that, even if it seemed like you were ratting on me. And then she talked about how they’re not going to be able to afford to send us to college like they thought because it was going to be her salary that took care of that, and she told me about what Gramps said, and that if you and I couldn’t get along, then college wasn’t going to work out and stuff like that. So she said I had to forgive you.”

“Wow,” I said. Maybe things hadn’t gone so horribly awry after all.
”Fuck, what about all our friends?”
”They will still be here when we get back… And I go on the pill, I hope you understand how good that is…” Ellie added.

Then she moved up against me and kissed me.

I wasn’t out of the woods yet, though, because she got me good and going, kissing me and rubbing her titties against me and fondling my bulge, and then stepped back.
“Of course I have to be on the pill for a month before they take full effect.” She smiled sweetly.
“So you’ll have to wait that long … jerk.”

I groaned, and she laughed. I’m sure she thought it was great fun to torture me as part of the very limited payback she was being allowed.
But I felt really good that she was willing to put up with some high school mortification to be able to have sexual freedom with me. I felt really good about that.

Ellie did take some razzing at school, but she didn’t spread the wealth to me.
She blamed it on Gramps, actually, by spinning this yarn about how he had been looking for toilet paper when he saw what Tiffany and Larry were doing in her room (she was still mad at them for doing that in her bed,) which was why he had broken up the party and then later told our parents that maybe we needed more supervision.

Believe it or not, more guys asked her out on dates after that. And she went on more dates in her last semester than she’d gone on in the previous two years. My theory is that when you know a girl won’t do anything, it’s more fun to take her out because there’s no pressure to see how far you can get. It’s just a theory.

And she didn’t make me wait a whole month to have an Ellie-induced orgasm. We got each other off orally about every other day until the pill kicked in. Then we practiced that slow, quiet kind of making love that wasn’t too loud. But not very often. We had a good thing going and we knew it. 
I was willing to do whatever was necessary to be able to hunch up into her clasping, hot pussy and grunt softly while I bathed her insides with my cum.

The private High School that Gramps got us enrolled in was small – the whole student body is only 480 students – and we both planned on working to spend money.

After finishing tenth grade, Mom attended in a wheelchair. And, it being the first time they’d gotten out like that since the accident, Dad wanted to take her to dinner while they were out. Ellie and I begged off, saying we had parties to go to and all that.

So, after we ”graduated”, we went straight home where, for the first time in six months or more, we could get naked in bed and do whatever we wanted to, for as long as we wanted to. Well, within reason.
We had at least an hour and a half, anyway, and not having to be quiet about it was almost the best part. She spread her legs for me and I climbed on to pound her hard and deep until she said she was cumming. And while she whined and squealed about it, I planted the tip of my cock as deep into her as possible and flushed her plumb full of brother’s cum.

We were able to get it done twice and still get out of the house before our parents got back home.

Then we went to a couple of parties and celebrated becoming adults the way other people were doing it.

The end.

Now you understand why incest can be something good.

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