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Archive-name: Family/sibom04.txt
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Archive-author: Michael Kalen Smith
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Archive-title: Siblings - Opening Moves - 4
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[NOTE: From Chap 4 of the "Siblings" novel; set 1970; he's 15, she's 14.
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Some minor correcting and rewriting for continuity has been done since
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this section was first posted....]
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OPENING MOVES
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Alex made the freshman swimming team when she was 14. So had I, the
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previous year, and now I was on the 10th Grade boy's team; I was proud of
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my little sister and pleased that we would both be on the "jock bus" to
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out-of-town interscholastic meets.
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I had discovered already that I simply wasn't designed physically or
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mentally to be a participant in what nonswimmers regarded as "real"
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sports, like football or basketball. You had to force yourself to become
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a cog in a machine and that wasn't for me.
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Swimming and track, though, where you did most of your practicing
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alone, were a different kind of athletics. Competing against other
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individuals, head-to-head, or against your own previous best effort, was
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much more enjoyable. At least, it suited me and it seemed to suit Alex,
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and we both became steady performers in both sports.
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To our coaches, people like us were the "backbones of the team": not
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many First Place ribbons, but always well up in the standings. Neither
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Alex nor I would ever qualify for a college athletic scholarship -- I
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think we simply lacked the bloodlust that level of competitiveness demands
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-- but neither would we embarrass ourselves or our teams.
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Rather than the bulging calves and linebacker's shoulders that many
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young swimmers develop, my sister acquired instead long, sleek leg muscles
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and flat, rippling surfaces across her upper back. I found the result
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very appealing ... but I was hardly an unbiased observer. Many of the
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other girls, when they made the team, cut their hair short as a sort of
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ritual of achievement, but Alex refused to give up her coppery mane. Her
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body was developing in all the best places, too. Her hips widened enough
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to hold up her jeans and her waist narrowed; the baby fat disappeared
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quickly. Daily training at the pool kept her stomach flat and taut, and
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her bottom quivered nicely rather than bouncing.
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Some girls at school possessed breasts that practically exploded into
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'boobs' -- double-A to C- or D-cup in a semester or less. They became
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very popular dates with the more mammary-minded boys. I had several
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opportunities myself to squeeze, suck, and wallow between pairs of
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hyperdeveloped tits, and it was definitely a stimulating experience -- but
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I suspected even then that such accessories would require mechanical
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support before many more years passed. I also learned the truth of the
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old wisecrack: "Any more than you can get in your mouth at one time is
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wasted."
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Like all the rest of her, I regarded my sister's breasts to be
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near-perfect -- the standard beside which all others should be judged.
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She had barely enough silhouette to be considered sexy by the
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unimaginative, but even though her bust line was relatively small, it
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remained firm as the result of regular exercise. Her breasts rode high
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and proud on her torso and they never, ever sagged. Whether she lay on
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her back or stood up straight with her shoulders braced, her tits hardly
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changed their shallow conical shape. And each was crowned by a frequently
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erect nipple, as prominent as a watchtower on a hilltop.
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By today's social standards, my opinion of what constitutes physical
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attractiveness in a woman may be considered sexist, but I claim a
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neo-Platonic view of the aesthetic ideal -- and Alex at 14 fit that ideal
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as perfectly as I could wish.
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* * * * *
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Our physical relationship also began to change shortly after we
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turned 15 and 14. About the same time I was learning the techniques of
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successful masturbation, I became aware that Alex had embarked on her own
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journey of discovery. This came as a surprise, though I realized
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immediately that it shouldn't have. It simply hadn't occurred to me that
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a girl was perfectly capable of enjoying sex all by herself.
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I'm amazed I was so blind. On several occasions I found my sister
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sitting barefoot on the kitchen chair in her room, one foot tucked
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comfortably beneath her, the other swinging slowly to and fro. The nail
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polish or emery board in her hand was forgotten and her slightly glazed
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eyes had a faraway look. If I interrupted her, she blinked and that was
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that, but on one occasion I stopped in the hall and watched in
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fascination. The foot-rocking continued for several minutes and her gaze
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became more and more unfocused until finally the foot stopped and she let
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out a deep sigh. Then she blinked several times and licked her lips, and
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seemed to return from wherever she had been. She looked up and saw me in
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the hall, and ducked her head. Her ears turned pink but I somehow knew
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not to ask, and she volunteered nothing.
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Bladder pressure forced me out of bed early one Sunday morning, and
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as I headed sleepily back from the bathroom I paused in the hallway at the
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sound of my sister's bed creaking rhythmically. My own bed made the same
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sound when I jerked off, so it certainly caught my attention. I edged
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down the hall, keeping to the shadows of the far wall, until I could see
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Alex's bed through the half-open door. And I stood silently and watched
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her bring herself off, mesmerized by the sight, pounded by guilt for
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peeking, and totally unable to move.
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Her sleeping shirt was up around her midriff and her white cotton
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panties were pushed down just far enough to allow a downy red curl to
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escape. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her breathing was
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becoming louder. One arm was thrust behind her pillow. Her other hand
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was out of sight under the cotton and her fingers were moving in a
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complicated pattern. Her long legs were stretched out, ankles crossed,
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and her calf and thigh muscles flexed and fluttered. I imagined her
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finger moving up and down her pussy, and I began to sweat.
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Then her lovely legs bent at the knee and her feet rose slowly until
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her curled toes were pointed at the ceiling. I could see the outline of
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her finger moving jerkily beneath the now-exposed crotch of her panties.
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I found the vision of her heated body being stoked even further incredibly
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arousing.
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After a few minutes, she lowered her legs again and this time spread
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her bent knees. The cotton crotch was a vertical white band separating
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her smooth thighs. Her hand continued to move, but now she pushed the
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cloth aside and attacked her pussy with a cupped hand. Her breasts were
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rising and falling rapidly as she sucked air in and hissed it out. Her
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lips curled back slightly and her hand flashed ever faster before she
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sighed deeply and seemed to sink into her mattress. Her legs relaxed and
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a satisfied smile crept over her face. She gradually extricated her hand
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and flexed her fingers as if to remove a cramp. She hesitated and then
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brought her fingers to her face and inhaled. The aroma was perceptible
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even out in the hall. My cock had been pushing hard against the front of
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my briefs for several minutes, and when Alex slipped her fingers into her
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mouth and silently sucked them dry, I nearly came myself.
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As she turned over on her side and pulled the covers back up, I moved
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slowly and carefully back to my own bed. I lay there for an hour,
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replaying the vision over and over. And when my sister finally wandered
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into my room and ruffled my hair to awaken me, I felt a nearly
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overwhelming desire to grab her hand and suck on her fingers myself.
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* * * * *
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Dad was gone on one of his trips just before Christmas and the winter
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cold had exacerbated Mother's arthritis. She was holed up in the
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downstairs bedroom and Alex and I had the Upstairs all to ourselves, as
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usual. The heat wasn't working properly in Alex's room for some reason,
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and she came into my room with a quilt gathered around her. I was sitting
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up, half under the covers, reading.
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"Can I stay in here with you tonight?" She was shivering. I was
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comfortable, even a little too warm. My internal thermostat always was
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set a little higher than hers.
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"Why don't you wear your flannel thing?" She grimaced and shifted
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from one bare foot to the other.
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Under the quilt, I knew she was probably wearing only a tee shirt;
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even though she chilled easily at that age, she hated sleeping in anything
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that twisted around her like a mummy's wrappings. There we agreed: I
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usually slept in my briefs, not pajamas with a top.
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"Sure, why not?" I scooted over a bit and hauled back the comforter.
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She crossed the room in two quick, deer-like leaps, shedding the
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quilt on the way, and slid quickly under the covers. I was right: One of
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my old tee shirts clipped off at navel-length, and cotton panties. She
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immediately drew up her knees in a cannonball and hiked the comforter up
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under her chin.
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"Thanks! I was getting frost between my toes!"
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I radiate a lot of body heat at night and she inched over a little at
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a time until she was snugged up against my left side, her nose tickling my
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ribs. She sighed contentedly. And a quarter of an hour passed.
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We had cozied up in bed together dozens of times in the past,
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sometimes when it was cold, or to swap giggling gossip from school, or
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sometimes just for company. We enjoyed being together more than being
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alone most of the time, even when we were each silently engrossed in our
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separate thoughts. But now, for the first time that I can remember, I
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forgot the book I was reading and my imagination suddenly snapped into
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focus on Alex.
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I was still holding the book but on the movie screen in my head all
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I saw was a still shot of her in mid-leap on her way to the bed, long legs
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outstretched, tee shirt flipped up by the movement, already nicely-shaped
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breasts in momentary free flight beneath the cotton. Jesus. My cock
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twitched as I studied the picture.
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I knew my sister had an attractive body -- not that I thought of it
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that way consciously, not yet. What experience of my own did I have to
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compare her body to? Almost absolutely none. And here my penis was
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getting the better of me. I had been masturbating for two years, usually
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to the throb of my imagination, sometimes with the help of a smuggled
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PLAYBOY. I had even been known, when desperate, to beat off to the
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lingerie section in the Sears catalog. Recently, I had been replaying in
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my mind the vision of her masturbating in the early morning ... but
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somehow, I thought of her in that scene as "girl," not specifically as
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"Alex."
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Part of my brain, the intelligent part, tried to get my attention.
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What was I thinking about here? Was I going to try to put the make on my
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own sister? I loved her, I really did. And I knew without a doubt that
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she loved me, too. We had understood that, without actually saying it,
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since the street fight when she was 11. If I became a sister-rapist, I
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thought wildly, I would have to commit suicide.
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While I was thinking these sudden new thoughts, my left hand detached
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itself from the book of its own accord and slipped under the covers,
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heading straight for Alex's left breast, the only one accessible. She had
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dozed off now, her breathing light and regular, almost hypnotic. My thumb
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began to brush her nipple through the thin cloth of her shirt. After a
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moment she shifted her arm slightly and sighed. I found I now had better
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access to my target. She was asleep but her nipple sure wasn't. It
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slowly rose an eighth of an inch to reach for my slowly moving thumb.
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I saw a tree branch move in the cold wind outside the window and
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glanced up. When I looked back a second later at what my thumb was doing,
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Alex's eyes were half-open and a sleepy smile moved around the edges of
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her lips. I froze. After an hour-long moment she moved a tiny bit,
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rubbing her breast against my thumb this time.
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"Don' stop ... 't feels good," she murmured.
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Wow. She moved her breast again. She seemed to mean it, at least
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here and now, but did she really know what she was doing? Maybe she just
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thought she was dreaming. I remembered her embarrassment when I had
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walked in on her masturbating a couple months before. She had joked about
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it later. But did I really want to take a chance with this? Would she
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scream at me for taking advantage of her after she awoke and remembered?
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Was I analyzing too much and losing this opportunity?
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Objectively and rationally, I knew I ought to stop (and if she ever
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mentioned this evening I would lie, let her think she *had* dreamed it),
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but my more basic drives beat that thought down and killed it. All
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teenage boys have experiences with girls in which their gonads overrule
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their better judgment, and they end up embarrassed, or ashamed, or even in
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real trouble. I understood that even then, sitting there in bed trying
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desperately to make out with my sister.
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Subjectively? I had no choice but to continue, and I knew that, too.
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I brought my first and second fingers into play and began tracing slow,
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easy patterns around the base of the nipple, which was now hard and firm.
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I plucked gently at it, trying to make it grow even more, and Alex drew a
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deeper, more ragged breath. Her obvious arousal was also arousing me.
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I adjusted my pillow with my unoccupied hand and scooted down under
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the covers, face to face with Alex. She uncoiled and stretched out her
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legs, which were as long as mine. (Girls grow faster, they said. Boy,
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did they ever.) The bed was toasty warm by now from the body heat we
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were both beginning to produce.
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I looked into her lovely, heavy-lidded eyes and smiled what I hoped
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was a seductive smile. I felt one leg move again and her kneecap touched
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mine. My hand had begun to tremble a little so I moved it carefully down
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between our torsos and then slowly up under her shirt, gliding my
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fingertips up the rungs of her rib cage. Her breast was just the size of
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my hand and I began to caress it, taking care to be gentle and slow. I
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might be beyond control, but I wasn't going to just grab and squeeze, the
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way I had seen guys do with girls under the stands at school. I don't
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want to hurt her, I thought. I also don't want to scare her, because she
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might make me stop.
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And as I thought that, she brought her hands up flat on my chest and
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firmly pushed herself back from me. Hell, I thought, I messed it up. Or
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she's suddenly come awake and realized what's happening. But that wasn't
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it at all.
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Instead, she propped herself up on her elbow, her long hair falling
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across her face, and tugged one arm out of the sleeve of her tee shirt.
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Then it went over her head and she lay back, slipped out her other arm,
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and tossed it toward the foot of the bed. She looked over at me and
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smiled lazily again. She had to be fully awake she wanted to pretend she
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wasn't. That way, she didn't have to take responsibility for what was
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happening.
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I didn't understand all this at the time, of course. I was up on my
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elbow, gazing at her breasts and face and hair, and thinking in wonderment
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how really beautiful and desirable my sister was. Neither of us ever
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tanned much and there was an obvious flush spreading down her pale,
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freckled collarbone. These aren't "tits" or "boobs," I remember thinking;
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these are the genuine thing. Things.
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I hesitated another moment. It was like a jerk-off fantasy. She
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took my hand and carried it to her left breast. When she lay on her back,
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it had flattened out some but her nipple stood up like a tiny missle. Her
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breastbone moved slowly up and down. I covered her breast with my hand,
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which began moving in circular motions, apparently knowing what it wanted
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more clearly than the rest of me did. Except for my cock, which was
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searching for the opening in the front of my briefs.
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My propped-up arm was quivering with tension so I lay back down on my
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side and continued rhythmically kneading and massaging one breast. But
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there was another one that wanted attention, too, so I leaned over and put
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out the flat of my tongue and dragged it across her other nipple. Out of
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the corner of my eye I saw her eyelids flutter and her lips part. That
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removed the last bit of guilt I felt; we were sharing this experience now.
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I sucked at her nipple and tasted the texture of its resilience and
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Alex made a sucking sound in reply. Her left hand was jammed behind her
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pillow and her right hand had wrapped itself half around my neck and over
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the top of my head. Her fingers tugged lightly at my hair in syncopation
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to what my mouth was doing.
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I loved Alex so much at that moment, in so many different ways, I
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knew I had to kiss her immediately. That was what you did with someone
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you loved. Or someone you were making out with. My motives were confused
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but my feelings were real enough.
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I gripped her arms and shoulders and pulled her off the pillow so we
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could stare into each other's eyes. I had never seen passion or sexual
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hunger in a girl's eyes before -- I had never seen it anywhere -- but I
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recognized it instinctively. Her arms circled my neck and pulled me back
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down, and she made that little noise in her throat again. When our lips
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touched, there was an actual, physical shock, a spark. The emotional
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pressure almost made our teeth click together. I put out my tongue a
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little and hers attacked it. In ten seconds we were slobbering all over
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each other's faces, both of us moaning together. I wasn't 16 yet but I
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was in love. That was all that mattered.
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My left arm was under her shoulders while I stabbed kisses up and
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down the front of her throat, but my other hand was feeling left out. I
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don't think I knew where it was as it traveled confidently down Alex's
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diaphragm and across her flat, trembling stomach. But the instant my
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fingers reached her navel, her hand shot southward like lightning and
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grabbed them.
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"No, Michael. No further than that -- please."
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I lifted my head and looked at her face, a little bewildered. No
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what? Then I realized my hand was pinned firmly by hers, my middle finger
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stroking her belly-button. Oh.
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"Okay," I said hoarsely. What else was I going to say? I moved my
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hand back up along her side, buried my face in her neck, and hugged her to
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me.
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Looking back, I marvel at my restraint, my self-control. The animal
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was loose, I knew that, and partly I didn't care -- but my better side
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managed to keep it on a choke chain. If my hand had reached its objective
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unobstructed, I'm not sure what I could have done about it, that night
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anyway. Just as well it didn't happen. I loved Alex, I knew she loved
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me, and I was happy.
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A little while later we drifted off, our arms wrapped around each
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other. We moved back to our own pillows during the night, still asleep,
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but I believe we slept facing each other the entire night, and when we
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awoke in the morning we were still holding hands. Alex smiled at me
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briefly but intensely and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips before her
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practical side took over.
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"We'll be late for school!"
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She scooted out of bed and bent quickly to pick up her tee shirt,
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which had fallen to the floor. Gravity did a marvelous thing to her small
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breasts as she bent. In profile, each formed a perfect shallow arc
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punctuated by a nipple. Another astounding image for my mental projection
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screen. Then she was out the door, headed for the bathroom, her bottom
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moving tightly beneath the cotton, always in control. I lay there another
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moment and replayed the marvel of the night just ended. This was the girl
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I wanted to spend all my time with and she was already right here with me
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... and now there were whole new dimensions to that thought. I grinned
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idiotically at the ceiling.
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* * * * *
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Late one night a a month or so later, I was lying in bed late,
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reading a book I couldn't put down. As I turned a page, I heard a low,
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smothered moan from across the hall. My sister's door was half-open, as
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usual (as was mine), but her light was out. I heard the sound again and
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wondered what the matter was. Maybe Alex was ill. The obvious conclusion
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escaped me completely (I could be incredibly dense at that age).
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Still thinking about the story I was reading, I got out of bed and
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went across to check on her; I knew she had been experiencing painful
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menstrual periods lately and I felt especially helpless about such things.
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Leaving my door open to spill a little light, I opened her door all the
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way and paused while my eyes adjusted. She seemed to be asleep, or at
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least her eyes were closed. She made an odd whimpering sound and moved
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her head from side to side. Her covers were wadded up around her waist
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and her hands were out of sight. I stepped over to the bed where she was
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tossing, and touched her shoulder. Still dense as I stone, I was.
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"Alex?" I asked quietly. "Are you all right?"
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Her eyes and her mouth both popped open, startled, and she pulled up
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the covers a few inches. Then she lay very still.
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"Uh, yeah, I'm okay. Why? What's the matter?" Even in the dim
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light, I could see how flushed her face was.
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"Well, I heard all these strange sounds..." It was beginning to dawn
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on me that this was a repeat of my recent experience. I knew I should be
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embarrassed, but instead I was very interested. Fascinated, in fact. I
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took a chance and sat on the edge of her bed. My sister began to squirm.
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"Alex, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were ... I mean, I thought
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you...." Now *I* was becoming embarrassed.
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There was a glow in her eyes that I was coming to recognize as sexual
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arousal. And my sister, once aroused, was not to be denied. She licked
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her lips several times and seemed to be making up her mind. Then she
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stared straight into my eyes.
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"I was ... I was feeling myself up. Masturbating," she added slowly.
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"Does that ... does that make you horny?"
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My God, did it ever! Just hearing her talk like that raised my
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temperature. My mouth went dry and my tongue swelled up. I could only
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nod slowly. Alex hesitated and licked her lips again. Then, still
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keeping strong eye contact, she began moving her hand beneath the covers
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again.
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This wasn't like the casual exposure she had offered me the first
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time I watched her change her tampon. It wasn't even like watching her
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from the hall without her knowledge. This was sex. Nonparticipatory, but
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still sex. I stared back with my jaw hanging loosely and watched her
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pupils dilate. Finally, I could take no more of the mounting tension.
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Very carefully, with both hands, I pulled Alex's covers down to her knees.
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She knew it was going to happen and she didn't flinch.
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Her panties were halfway down her slightly parted thighs and her
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tee-shirt was pushed up to her ribs. The blazing center of her body lay
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before me, her pubic mound crowning it like a bonfire. I couldn't take my
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eyes off her crotch. Her middle finger was lodged in the crevice below
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her silky pubic hair, sliding deliberately up and down between the folds
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of inviting flesh. Her other hand was stroking the edge of her labia. On
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each upstroke her cunt opened just a bit and the dim light glistened on
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the hidden moistness. I glanced at her face, expecting her eyes to be
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closed; she was still staring at me, smokily, with a crooked smile.
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Then her gaze moved down my body to my groin, and I looked down, too.
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My engorged cock was visibly pulsing and it felt four feet long. I had no
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idea what to do, but Alex did.
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"I want to see it," she whispered hoarsely.
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This time, I didn't hesitate. I reached under the elastic and
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carefully lifted out my genitals, balls and all. I had to stretch the
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front of my briefs to get the elastic down out of the way. I cradled my
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penis in my open hand, so that it seemed to be staring back at her. Her
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hands paused in their movement and, just for a second, I thought she was
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going to reach out and touch it. Instead, she looked back into my eyes.
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"Do it," she said quietly. "Do it with me." I must have looked
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blank. "Lie down and jerk off with me," she repeated more insistently.
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"I know you masturbate. I want to watch, and you can watch me. If we do
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it together, it'll be almost... almost like...." She didn't have to
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finish.
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She scooted over a few inches and rotated partway onto one hip,
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spreading her thighs farther apart and pushing her pelvis forward. As I
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quickly lay down next to her, she added urgently, "Don't touch, though --
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not tonight. Okay?"
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I nodded and squeezed the head of my cock. I wouldn't have to hurry
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to catch up. In fact, I was afraid I'd shoot off the moment I touched the
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unguided missile that loomed less than a foot from where her busy
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fingertips were plucking lightly at her clit. Coming too quickly, I
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thought, would make me look like an idiot. It also might cut short my
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visit to Alex's bed.
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I started out leaning on my elbow, but that quickly became
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uncomfortable so I put my head on her pillow and slid my other arm under
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it. Alex raised her head to allow my arm passage, and lay down again,
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closer to me than she had been. I took that as an invitation, outside of
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the admonition not to touch, and I moved my head closer to hers.
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I began to stroke my cock like a piston and my movements were quickly
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synchronized with hers. She gazed into my eyes for another moment, then
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moved her head the last couple of inches and kissed my lightly on the
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lips. I responded with a gentle pressure of my own, and her sweet-tasting
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little tongue raced across my front teeth. Our lips barely touching, her
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tongue sparred wetly with mine. When she exhaled, I inhaled, and vice
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versa, sharing the same breath several times, back and forth, until all
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the oxygen in it was gone. Our mouths were fulfilling the lust both of us
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felt but were afraid to give in to.
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As my right hand moved up and down my cock, trying desperately to
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postpone my climax by a few more minutes, I was acutely aware of its
|
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nearness to my sister's radiant cunt. I would have expected, in such a
|
|
position, an uncontrollable urge to sweep her hands out of the way and
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push myself into her. But in the event, that wasn't a problem. I didn't
|
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yet know quite how all that stuff was supposed to be done, but I did know
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I would climax instantly if I tried such a thing. And, somehow, I knew it
|
|
was best that our bodies and our minds progress through each lesson in
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turn, one at a time. There was no hurry and I didn't want to spoil
|
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things. Besides, Alex had asked me not to, and we always played fair with
|
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each other. There was gentle passion in her kiss, willingly given, and
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that would be the limit for tonight. I only made this rational analysis
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in later weeks, of course. At the time, my responses and self-imposed
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limitations were instinctive.
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We looked into each other's eyes and I could see what she really
|
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wanted, deep inside, but was far too nervous to try yet. And she could
|
|
see in my eyes that this was all the fulfillment I needed, for now. The
|
|
fact that we could even *do* this was a result of the strong and implicit
|
|
trust between us.
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Her hand speeded up and her breath was gasping. I just tried to
|
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match her pace. A few moments later, she kissed me with greater force as
|
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her orgasm rolled over her, and those two events set me off. At the last
|
|
instant, I realized I was going to make a mess of either her or her bed.
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I was a little afraid that the former would put her off completely; the
|
|
latter would certainly be uncomfortable when she finally went to sleep.
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|
So, a half-second before I came, I was able to yank my briefs back up and
|
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drown my pubic hair in semen.
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I don't think Alex was even aware of my actions, she was so
|
|
transported herself. When our kiss tapered off, she removed her fingers
|
|
from her cunt and, with a mischievous grin, slid them under my nose. The
|
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aroma was enticing and I think I surprised her by fulfilling my earlier
|
|
fantasy -- capturing her fingers in my mouth and sucking all the wetness
|
|
from them. The taste was exquisite. She put her legs down and readjusted
|
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her tee shirt and her panties. Then we kissed again, both of us longing
|
|
for more, but held back by nervousness and perhaps a little common sense.
|
|
"Michael," she finally said huskily, "I think you'd better go back to
|
|
bed before I climb all over you!"
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|
I regretfully climbed out of her bed and headed back to my room, but
|
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I paused at her door and looked back to where she lay watching me. Her
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fond smile stayed with me the rest of the night.
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* * * * *
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Five days after our mutual exhibition, I went to bed on Friday night
|
|
by myself. I normally slept in an extra hour or so on Saturdays, but that
|
|
night I had some strange and erotic dreams and woke at 5:30. I didn't
|
|
remember the details of the dreams, but I came to lying on my side with a
|
|
throbbing hard-on. I also had company: my sister was snuggled up to me,
|
|
a love spoon, and my engorged cock was prodding the back of her upper
|
|
thigh through my briefs. I wondered foggily what kind of dreams *she*
|
|
must be having.
|
|
I was still half asleep. I put one arm over Alex's warm body and she
|
|
wriggled closer against me without waking. It gradually dawned on me that
|
|
she wasn't wearing a top. In fact, she had unconsciously taken my hand in
|
|
hers and hugged it against her breast. That made me feel relaxed and
|
|
secure, at first, and I kissed her bare shoulder, which was all that
|
|
showed above the cover. But as she breathed, snoring very softly, the
|
|
movement rubbed her nipple against the palm of my hand. I began rubbing
|
|
gently in the opposite direction, and both nipples were soon erect. Mine,
|
|
too.
|
|
She shifted the position of her legs several times and murmured under
|
|
her breath. Finally, she rolled onto her back, tucked her left arm under
|
|
the pillow, and half-opened her eyes.
|
|
"'Lo..." was all she could manage, followed by a warm, drowsy smile.
|
|
My hand had traveled onto her stomach. Her free hand moved a few inches
|
|
and absently stroked my cheek and gave my arm a squeeze. Then it, too,
|
|
disappeared under the pillow behind her head. She seemed to doze off
|
|
again.
|
|
Stretched out at slender full length, arms above her head like that,
|
|
hair sprawled across my pillow, sleeping so peacefully -- she was a
|
|
striking image of young, feminine vulnerability. I turned back the cover
|
|
very carefully, trying not to disturb her further. My beautiful little
|
|
sister, I thought with longing. Shallow, mounded breasts, rising and
|
|
falling with her respiration. Her arms, curving smoothly and cleanly to
|
|
her rib cage and then to her small waist. Her flat stomach, punctuated by
|
|
her navel, hip bones flaring gracefully to either side of her brief white
|
|
panties. One leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee, the sole of
|
|
one foot braced neatly against the opposite calf. From above, she looked
|
|
like a ballerina performing a pirouette.
|
|
I reached out and stroked her thigh, the way I would pet a kitten or
|
|
any other small animal that looked like it wanted attention. When I came
|
|
to the top of her thigh, without conscious decision (though it had been in
|
|
my mind all week), my hand continued upward and hovered over the vee at
|
|
the crotch of her panties. I could stand it no longer. I cupped my hand
|
|
gently, lightly, over her resilient pubic mound, my first two fingers
|
|
sliding down between her legs where I felt the springy depression of her
|
|
vulva. I clutched her pussy a bit more firmly and began to move my
|
|
fingers up and down the crease in the white cotton. Her head moved
|
|
restlessly to one side and she made small smacking sounds with her lips.
|
|
I continued moving my fingers, searching for the little button I knew was
|
|
there.
|
|
Alex's hip shifted closer to me and her eyes fluttered open again for
|
|
a few seconds as she stretch her legs out straight and gave a tiny shiver.
|
|
"Take 'em off...," she muttered, and her eyelids slid shut again.
|
|
I moved carefully off the side of the bed, making as little
|
|
disturbance as possible, and hastily pushed off my briefs. My cock sprang
|
|
up at a steep angle. Then I leaned over and, with both hands, began slowly
|
|
pulling down my sister's panties. Her legs were a few inches apart, but
|
|
otherwise she made no move to help. I had to gradually work the rolled-up
|
|
fabric under her ass by sliding it down on one side and then on the other.
|
|
The program seemed to be the same as the week before. I didn't know
|
|
whether she was completely asleep, half-awake and aware of what I was
|
|
doing, or just faking. But it was clear that this next step on the ladder
|
|
of our physical relationship was to be *my* responsibility -- which I was
|
|
very willing to accept. I was also convinced, after the previous week,
|
|
that if I attempted to cross some invisible boundary, Alex would wake
|
|
immediately, so I didn't worry about it. I would peruse this marvel
|
|
before me until one of us decided to stop.
|
|
I slipped her panties over her feet and tossed them on the floor. My
|
|
sister lay naked before me, apparent willing for me to drink in her
|
|
loveliness, and also ready to take the next step in our sexual awakening.
|
|
I lay down again on my side next to her and caressed the curve of her hip
|
|
and the flatness of her abdomen. I threaded my fingers through her soft
|
|
red pubic thatch and gently cupped my hand again over the mound beneath
|
|
it.
|
|
I didn't know much about foreplay, but I knew there was no hurry and
|
|
that I should be ever gentle as I explored every inch of her with my
|
|
hands. I also knew instinctively that if I just yanked her legs wide
|
|
apart, climbed on, and tried to cram my cock into her, it would break our
|
|
unspoken agreement; it might even spoil it forever.
|
|
Her cunt was becoming more moist every second and I easily slid my
|
|
fingers along the sides of her clitoral sheath. Slowly, slowly. She
|
|
began to make humming, purring sounds and her legs twitched farther apart.
|
|
I rubbed one finger over the dewy tip of her clit and this time her whole
|
|
body twitched. So did my cock.
|
|
I slid my forefinger into her open vagina, trying to fathom the whole
|
|
length of that warm, tight tunnel. I reached her cervix without much
|
|
difficulty and added a second finger. It felt rubbery when I squeezed it
|
|
between my fingertips, different from what I had expected. I wasn't sure
|
|
she could feel anything there herself, except the finger pressure, but I
|
|
suppose it's something every guy tries. I would have put my whole arm
|
|
into her and climbed in after it, had it been possible.
|
|
I had groped blindly at a couple of other girls, but on those
|
|
occasions I could never see what I was doing and I had always felt rushed
|
|
by the circumstances. This time, I had a clear view and all the time I
|
|
needed.
|
|
What was more, Alex understood that need. She was hesitant about our
|
|
increasing physical involvement, as I was, but she trusted me to proceed
|
|
slowly and to take care of her. And because she trusted me so completely,
|
|
I knew I would follow the same plan, taking my time, backing off if she
|
|
got nervous, and giving her anything and everything she needed in return.
|
|
This understanding between us was one of the things that brought us to
|
|
realize that we were in love.
|
|
We never "fell" in love, I think, even when we kissed that first time
|
|
at the park. It always existed, and it grew steadily as we explored it
|
|
and came to understand its nature.
|
|
I had been watching my fingers, but now I glanced at Alex's face.
|
|
Her long eyelashes were fluttering slowly like peacock fans and her moist
|
|
lips were parted. Her arms were still behind the pillow but now she
|
|
clutched at it with both hands. Either she was really waking up or she
|
|
thought she was having one hell of a dream.
|
|
My right hand returned to her clit, now glistening in the early
|
|
morning light. I began tracing slow circles around the little pink bullet
|
|
head, breaking rhythm every few seconds and flicking a finger across its
|
|
tip. As I increased the tempo, her thighs began making little jerky
|
|
movements. She was on the up-side of the roller coaster, but I didn't
|
|
want her to climax yet. I didn't want it to be over. So I slowed and
|
|
then stopped, moving the flat of my hand back over her stomach and across
|
|
her ribs to brush her stiffened nipple. She trembled at that and seemed
|
|
about to tear the pillow in two. My hand moved to the smooth hollow under
|
|
her arm and trailed over her bicep. She continued breathing heavily.
|
|
"God, don't stop! Why did you stop? Oh, God, that felt so
|
|
wonderful!" This was accompanied by a soft wailing moan of desperation.
|
|
Her eyes finally opened.
|
|
"Michael, I want your finger back in me! It felt so good -- I've
|
|
never felt like that, even doing it myself! And I didn't come yet!"
|
|
I leaned over her body on my elbows, trapping her arms in their
|
|
extended position, and cut off her protests with a smothering kiss.
|
|
"Alex, I'm selfish -- I don't *want* you to come yet. But I'm not ready
|
|
to quit either. Can I try something else...?
|
|
Her expression went instantly serious. "Michael,... please, I'm not
|
|
ready to fuck yet. I *want* to -- oh, God, I want to! -- but not yet.
|
|
Please don't." Her voice was soft and calm but her face kept shifting
|
|
between adolescent lust and fear of the unknown. But she misunderstood my
|
|
intentions.
|
|
"I'm not going to push you beyond where you want to go. Don't you
|
|
know that by now? I love you, Alex. I would never -- COULD never -- hurt
|
|
you like that. You trust me, I know you do, and I will never do anything
|
|
to made you regret that -- I promise." I kissed her again, softly this
|
|
time. "No, I had something else in mind. And I think you'll like it,
|
|
too...."
|
|
As I spoke, I was moving farther down the bed and farther down her
|
|
perfect body, leaving a trail of lip prints on her throat, between her
|
|
breasts, just below her rib cage, to her navel and past it. My hands kept
|
|
pace, gliding down her sides and her hips and coming to rest clasping her
|
|
flanks. Her stomach muscles fluttered and she inhaled deeply when I
|
|
buried my face in her pubic hair.
|
|
Her legs parted and as her knees bent, I wrapped my hands around her
|
|
thighs and pressed them open even farther. I had attempted muff-diving a
|
|
couple of times with other girls, but always under uncomfortable and
|
|
hurried circumstances. So I had a theoretical grasp of the subject, but
|
|
I was mostly making up my technique as I went along. But I was sure it
|
|
was Alex's first time, too, so I didn't think it would matter.
|
|
Her cunt was already humid with the aroma of sex. Her thigh muscles
|
|
were tensed; she didn't quite know what to expect. Experimentally, I
|
|
nuzzled her clit and pushed my tongue along the opening below it, where my
|
|
fingers had been shortly before.
|
|
I had been warned by the Boy's Gym Information Exchange to expect a
|
|
"fishy" taste, but I found nothing of the kind. The moisture I lapped up
|
|
smelled and tasted of heated honey and licorice, a heady flavor I enjoyed
|
|
enormously.
|
|
My tongue worked its way down to the bottom edge of her vagina, eased
|
|
between the silky smooth lips, and made the long, slow journey back to the
|
|
top. The juices I caught flooded my probing tongue and trickled down my
|
|
throat.
|
|
I heard a distant, sighing moan as Alex thrust her pelvis up toward
|
|
my mouth. I felt her fingers tentatively touch my head and then slide
|
|
more confidently through my hair. When I stabbed lightly at the tip of
|
|
her clitoris, it twitched and her fingers clutched at my scalp. I licked
|
|
all around the little red bullet, pushing back the sheath with my tongue,
|
|
then sucking hard at it, pressing its tip against my teeth.
|
|
Alex was trembling, from her hands on my head urging me on, to the
|
|
clenching of her ass, to the spreading and curling of her toes. Her
|
|
profound arousal, in fact, was having a similar effect on me. I was lying
|
|
flat on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, and my cock felt like a
|
|
length of iron pipe under me.
|
|
I paused, to shift my hands and wipe my lips, and Alex tugged
|
|
nervously at my hair. "God, Michael, don't stop! You're making me
|
|
crazy!"
|
|
I laughed silently, opened my mouth wide, and covered as much of her
|
|
crotch as I could. Then I exhaled heavily, blanketing her cunt with warm
|
|
air. She shivered and moaned loudly, and then began to push her right
|
|
hand past my head so she could masturbate. I intercepted the hand and
|
|
moved it away.
|
|
"No, Alex, let me do this.... I love it, I love making you hot and
|
|
horny, and I love the taste of you! I'm going to do this all by myself."
|
|
I spread her dripping labia with my fingers and licked their inner
|
|
surfaces. My tongue stroked the creases at the top of her thighs and
|
|
lunged as far as it could reach into the depths of her. It swiped like a
|
|
brush up and down the smooth area between her cunt and her asshole. After
|
|
a moment's hesitation, I licked the corrugated surface around her anus and
|
|
tapped my tongue against the hole. I couldn't tell whether she actually
|
|
flinched or merely jerked in a uncontrollable spasm, but I decided to
|
|
return to known territory for now.
|
|
My sister was panting in a shallow, jerky rhythm and her hands were
|
|
holding her knees up and apart. Her knuckles were white from tension. I
|
|
settled in to work on her swollen clitoris, to push her over the top to
|
|
her climax. My tongue swirled around her sexual centerpoint and she began
|
|
uttering shrill little sounds at the end of each breath.
|
|
I sucked her clit into my mouth again and flicked my tongue against
|
|
it, faster and faster. Now her body was jerking continually. Finally,
|
|
without forethought, I very lightly nipped the end of her clit between my
|
|
teeth -- and that did it.
|
|
Alex went rigid for a few seconds, except for a hissing intake of
|
|
breath, and I felt her pelvis and thigh muscles tighten. The deep breath
|
|
paused a long moment and became an even deeper sigh. Her cunt quivered
|
|
and fresh vaginal juices, thick and sweet, dribbled down my chin. I
|
|
slowed my pace to a lazy swirl and Alex jerked a little each time I
|
|
touched her clit, which was now retreating into its sheath. Then I ceased
|
|
my exertions and closed her legs and lowered her knees.
|
|
I gripped her hips and planted a lingering kiss at the bottom of that
|
|
silky red triangle, and then laid my cheek on her thigh. I was worn out
|
|
and my neck and shoulders were stiff, but I felt wonderful about the
|
|
orgasm my sister had just experienced because of me.
|
|
Alex's hand stroked my temple and I swiveled my head to look up at
|
|
her face. Her lovely green eyes were glowing with soft starlight and her
|
|
face held both wonder and love.
|
|
"Michael...?" she whispered huskily. "C'mere...."
|
|
I got shakily to my knees and crawled the few feet to the pillow and
|
|
let my head fall back on its coolness. Alex turned on her side, levered
|
|
herself over to plant her elbows on either side of me, and slid her
|
|
forearms under my shoulders. Her face was suspended above mine -- my sun
|
|
and my moon, I thought -- and her trembling smile was so warm I felt like
|
|
melting butter. She came slowly closer and kissed me thoroughly, running
|
|
her tongue over my lips and eyelids, and finally fixing me with a steady
|
|
gaze from two inches away. I stroked her back lightly.
|
|
"That's the first time," she breathed.
|
|
Not it's not, I thought. She's had orgasms before, I know she has.
|
|
But she read my expression.
|
|
"It's the first time anyone but *me* has done that to me. And it was
|
|
wonderful! I want you to make love to me, Michael, I want to go all the
|
|
way with you. I thought I did before, and now I'm absolutely sure of it
|
|
-- and it will happen, I promise.
|
|
"You could have done it tonight, you know; I couldn't have stopped
|
|
you. I wouldn't have wanted you to stop, I was off on another world
|
|
somewhere. But you didn't, and I love you so much for that! I DO love
|
|
you, Michael -- do you understand? I know we're young and everything, but
|
|
I also know I'll never feel about anyone else the way I do about you. I
|
|
don't even have the words for it, except to just keep saying it over and
|
|
over: I love you, Michael, I love you with all my heart." She blinked
|
|
back tears.
|
|
I was near tears myself. Her beautiful face was so filled with
|
|
fourteen-year-old conviction, I could only believe she meant what she
|
|
said. And I was only a year older and I felt the same absolute love for
|
|
her, so I *wanted* to believe it, desperately. I wrapped my arms about
|
|
her as she clutched my shoulders.
|
|
"Nothing and no one will ever separate us," I said softly. "We'll be
|
|
together forever, or as long as we both want to be. Alex, you know I love
|
|
you so much I can hardly stand it."
|
|
And each of us, I knew, was wondering what the future held, thinking
|
|
how we would have to struggle against a world that wouldn't understand.
|
|
We hugged each other more tightly.
|
|
|
|
* * * * *
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|
|
|
It was Fourth of July weekend. We felt older, I think -- and we
|
|
certainly were maturing more rapidly than most teenagers, because we had
|
|
each other to practice with.
|
|
Some things had changed in the few months since our first sexual
|
|
contact. For one thing, I was sleeping naked these days and Alex wore
|
|
only bikini panties. Neither of us had any sense of modesty at all in
|
|
each other's presence. I could walk into the bathroom while she was
|
|
taking a bath and she wouldn't bat an eye; in fact, she watched with
|
|
interest while I took a leak. Then she would come into my room naked and
|
|
sit on the bed and talk while she dried her hair. At first, it was
|
|
constantly exciting and distracting. Now, the excitement hadn't gone, but
|
|
it remained at a comfortable level, even while we observed each other's
|
|
continuing physical development.
|
|
We were becoming physically used to each other, though never bored.
|
|
And while I often caressed her breasts and her upper body, and stroked her
|
|
thighs and her buttocks when she rolled over on her stomach, I never
|
|
attempted to get closer than a few inches from her pussy. Nor did she
|
|
ever reach for my cock.
|
|
My sister had cuddled up close to me and fallen asleep while I read
|
|
late again. I was beginning to doze off, too, and I turned my head
|
|
sleepily to look at her before I doused the reading lamp.
|
|
She lay on her side in the crook of my arm, her head on my shoulder
|
|
and her thick hair spread across the pillow. One arm and one leg were
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pressed up close against my side while the others were flung across me,
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half pinning my body to the bed. Her limbs were still as long as mine,
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though more slender, and every time she twitched in her sleep or shifted
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position slightly I felt the movement reverberate all through me.
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I was acquainted with plenty of girls at school now, and had survived
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crushes on several of them -- to Alex's amusement. All of them were
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generally considered "cute" or "pretty," but none of them even came close
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to my beautiful little sister, who was no longer so little.
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I finally cut the light, settled the pillow behind my head, and fell
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asleep thinking of Alex. And apparently those thoughts produced a
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midnight erection. Alex awoke in the night, for whatever reason, and
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discovered the tent that my cock had formed under the sheets. She told me
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later that she was fascinated by my penis, had been for years, because it
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seemed to have a life and a will of its own. And since I was asleep, she
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felt at liberty to experiment and explore.
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Her attentions brought me up out of the deeps into that fuzzy region
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where sleep and wakefulness are confused, where you can imagine you're
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awake while actually dreaming that you imagine you're awake. And in the
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night, external stimuli in such a state can make you highly suggestible.
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So I half-dreamed that a soft, slender hand was grasping the shaft of
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my cock and moving slowly up and down. Then it paused and a thumb passed
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curiously several times over its head, measuring its contours and the
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opening at the tip. My cock twitched several times at the provocation; I
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felt it and thought drowsily that this was a very sexy dream.
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Then the hand moved to the base of the column and I felt her fingers
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sliding through and untangling my pubic hair -- for my half-awake mind
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knew whose hand it was, dream or no dream. Her touch was gentle but
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determined. She worked her way around to my balls, and it is a measure of
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my trust in my sister that I didn't even flinch. I needn't have worried
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anyway. My scrotum was relaxed and loose in the warmth beneath the
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covers, and she carefully scooped up the whole of it and seemed to weigh
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it in her hand, manipulating my balls gently within their sac.
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I heard her take a breath as she seemed to come to a decision, and I
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was awake enough now to peer through my eyelashes. The touch of Alex's
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hand disappeared for a few seconds and I saw it emerge from under the
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covers and pause before her mouth. She cupped her palm and quietly filled
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it with spit, and the hand disappeared again from sight. An instant later
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I felt it, warm and wet now, curled again around the shaft of my cock. I
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wondered absently if she knew anything at all about technique.
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Her hand moved up and down, slowly and gently at first, and she
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interrupted her rhythm every few strokes to rub her palm over the head of
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my cock. The pace gradually increased and she squeezed a little more
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tightly now and then. Maybe it was instinctive for her, too, but she
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definitely knew what she was doing. It felt wonderful: When you
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masturbate yourself it's difficult for your hand to come up with any
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surprises.
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I remained quiet but I was wide awake now and beginning to breath
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more rapidly. No point pretending to be asleep. I heard a moan of pure
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pleasure come from deep in my own throat and Alex glanced up quickly at my
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face. My arm was still around her and I squeezed her shoulder and shifted
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toward her a bit and onto my hip. My left hand slipped around and under
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her armpit to stroke her breast. I smiled and nodded and she grinned back
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at me.
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Now that I was awake, my sister wanted to see what was happening, so
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she halted her exertions for an instant and threw back the covers. My
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cock reached even more resolutely toward the ceiling. It was just all too
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much for me and within another minute I could feel my climax rapidly
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approaching. From the expression of concentration on her face I knew she
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didn't realize what was about to occur.
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"I'm almost there," I murmured hoarsely.
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Either she didn't hear or she didn't understand. I didn't want to
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frighten or disgust her, but I sure didn't want her to stop, either. A
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distant corner of my mind tried desperately to think how to have it both
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ways, and then it was too late.
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I gasped as I began to spasm and I would have rolled over flat on my
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back, but Alex's grip on me prevented it. Several large gobs of semen
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exploded in rapid succession from my cock as if from a machine gun. One
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landed on her wrist, remaining connected to the tip of my cock by a long
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white thread. Another hit her on the collarbone and began to ooze down
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across her breast. A third shot spread in its trajectory and landed on
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her chin and across her lower lip.
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Christ, I thought in dismay, she'll be so repelled she won't ever
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touch me again. When I hesitantly looked at her face, though, I saw no
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disgust -- just startlement and surprise. She touched her little finger
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to the milky blob on her chin and withdrew it, as though testing its
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sticky consistency. Then she curled her tongue out and down and scooped
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most of the semen off her lip and into her mouth, like a kitten lapping
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milk. For a moment, she had a faraway look as she tasted my essence, and
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then swallowed it.
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I realized that was what I really *wanted* her to do. I wanted her
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to swallow my come. And then: WHY would I want a girl to do something
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like that? It's an old, old puzzle. Certainly, the great majority of men
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enjoy being the subject of skillful oral sex (no surprise there). But
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every guy with whom I've ever discussed this puzzle in the philosophy of
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sex admits to even greater erotic pleasure when the woman not only allows
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him to come in her mouth but swallows his load as well, and without making
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a face or a fuss.
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Alex just smiled and said "No taste! Just a little salty."
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Then she leaned across my chest, smearing the wad on her breast
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across me -- I could feel the stickiness -- and kissed me firmly on the
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mouth. I welcomed her tongue when she poked it between my lips, as I had
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many times before, but this time Alex was playing one of her erotic little
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jokes. She hadn't swallowed it all, and I tasted the salty flavor of my
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own semen.
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Copyright 1993 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted
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elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.
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