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 Me and my brothers

   By Emerald Green

   I. It Started

   I have two half-brothers...one older and one younger.  I know what
you're thinking but no my mother is not a slut.  She just had a hard time
finding a good man.  Bobby is my older brother.  He was named after his
father who we now call Robert (we don't see him much.) When mommy got
pregnant and she told Robert, he just up and disappeared.  They weren't
married and Robert thought she was trying to force him into marriage.  She
did not go home to her parents because she had seen her sister do that and
she was determined to survive on her own.  Robert's buddy, Carl invited my
mommy to move in with him, "Just until after the baby is born." She was
having trouble making ends meet but she was afraid that all Carl wanted was
sex.  They worked at the same place, he in the shop and she in the office,
so they saw each other every day.  He kept telling her he had an extra room
and she was welcome to it.  After a month of his offering she finally
accepted the invitation.  It turned out that all he expected was for her to
do most of the house cleaning and some of the cooking.  When she was about
six months along they fell into bed with each other.  She says, "He became
too nice to pass up." Then about a month after Bobby was born Carl and mom
got married.  Two days after Bobby's second birthday I was born.  Mommy
named me Carlene after my father (Everyone calls me Carly.) I never got to
know him because just a few months after I was born he was killed while
riding his motorcycle.  Lucky for us Carl had a big life insurance policy.
The man I think of as my daddy is named Arthur (Art).  Mommy met him about
six month after Carl died when he hired on as shop manager where she works.
About three months later he asked her to marry him.  She made him move in
with us to see how he was as a father.  They were married two months later
and my little brother Donny was born six days after my second birthday and
four days after Bobby's fourth birthday.  Momma and daddy are good parents
and what we kids did was not their fault.  I want you to know that before I
tell you what we did.  Don't get me wrong.  We were good kid for the most
part.  We did good in school.  We did not lie or cheat or steel.  We did
not hurt anyone.  None of us have police records.  I remember clear as can
be the day the things that I'm going to tell you about started.  I was 12½
years old and Bobby and I were in middle school and Donny was still in
primary school.  Bobby and I got home from school about half an hour before
Donny, and momma and daddy would get home about a half hour after that. 
This day I went straight to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the three of
us and Bobby went upstairs to his room.  He usually stopped in the family
room and played a video game but on this day he seemed unusually silent and
had gone to his room.  Being the curious person I was I went quietly
upstairs and down the hall to listen at his door before calling him for his
sandwich.  I heard him moan and a soft slap-slap sound.  I had no idea what
I was hearing.  I imagined he was hurting himself so I opened the door to
stop him.  I am sure that if you are reading this, you are old enough to
know more than I did.  Yes what I saw was my brother beating
off...masturbating, but I was so innocent or ignorant I did not know what
he was doing even after seeing it.  I startled him when I asked, "What're
you doing?" He jumped and tried to cover himself.  "Go way!" he said.  "Are
you hurting yourself?" I asked.  "No!  Go away!" he responded.  "It sounded
like you were hurting yourself," I said.  "Get out of here!" he shouted.  I
stepped back and closed his door.  I then raised my voice to tell him his
sandwich was ready.  On my way back to the kitchen I thought that maybe he
was just playing with himself but it sure looked and sounded like he was
hurting himself.  I had finished my sandwich and had started my homework
when he came to get his sandwich.  I said, "I'm gonna tell mom and dad you
were hurting yourself." "I wasn't hurting myself!" he snapped.  "It sure
looked like it," I insisted.  Raising his voice he shouted, "Carly
listen...I wasn't hurting myself.  You don't need to tell anyone.  From now
on just stay out of my room." "But I don't want you to hurt yourself," I
pleaded.  "I wasn't hurting myself.  Carly listen...I was playing with
myself.  You are so dumb.  All boys play with themselves," he shouted. 
"That didn't look like play to me," I commented.  "You play with yourself
the way you want and I'll play the way I want and don't you say anything to
mom and dad `cause they will punish you for coming in my room without being
invited." He went to play his video game.  He was right.  Not more than a
couple months earlier he had been punished for coming uninvited into my
room.  At the time he was only teasing me but because I tattled on him he
was grounded from his stupid video game for a week.  I didn't know what the
folks would take from me but I decided not to find out.  The result of this
incident was that it caused me to think about playing with myself.  I
enjoyed the gentle fingering that I did but I thought maybe I was missing
out on something.  Maybe I should try something more intense.  I realized I
had to pee so I went to the bathroom.  While still sitting on the toilette
after I had peed, I gently fingered my little button.  It felt good.  My
finger was dry and when I tried to press a little harder it hurt.  There
was some hand lotion right there so I put a little on my finger and rubbed
my little button.  I pressed harder and the feeling was intense.  It was
almost more than I could take.  I stopped and breathed deeply.  I realized
I had not locked the door so I locked it and put some more lotion on my
finger.  I rubbed hard and fast.  The sudden surge of pleasurable feeling
hit me and I moaned.  I stopped and thought how good that felt.  I wondered
why I had not discovered this before.  I again rubbed more fresh lotion
over my little button.  I began rubbing vigorously with all the fingers on
my right hand.  It was only when I heard the doorknob rattled and my little
brother Donny asking if I was alright, did I realize I had been moaning
quite loudly.  Breathlessly I called to him saying I was okay.  He asked me
to hurry up `cause he had to pee.  I told him to use the upstairs bathroom.
I heard his feet thunder up the steps.  I contemplated what I had done and
had the desire to continue but I decided that I now had both my brothers in
the house I did not have the privacy I needed.  I'll try it again in bed
tonight, I told myself.  I washed my hands and face as I calmed my racing
heart and rapid breathing.  When I returned to my school work at the
kitchen table I discovered Donny's sandwich untouched on the table.  I
picked it up and went looking for him.  I found him in the family room
standing behind Bobby, watching him play that stupid video game.  "Donny,
here's your sandwich." He wheeled around.  "Thanks," he said as he took the
sandwich from me, then he asked, "Why were you crying in the bathroom?"
Bobby paused his game and looked at me.  I had to make this answer good so
he did not say anything.  "Oh, uh, I uh," I tried to think fast.  "Uh,
well, I'm constipated and it hurts to poop." With a frown on his face,
Bobby nodded and went back to his game.  Donny said, "Oh, sorry," and
stuffed the sandwich in his mouth.  I hoped that I had come up with a good
enough explanation.  I knew Donny had been deceived but I was not sure
about Bobby.  Mom and Dad got home and the rest of the evening went by like
most evenings in our house.  When I went to bed in my room that night I
used some more hand lotion and tried my new method of masturbation.  I
could not keep myself from moaning.  I stuffed the sleeve of a sweatshirt
in my mouth and bit down on it.  This was not very affective.  I tried to
be more gentle but my desire to experience the intense feelings that I had
earlier in the day drove me to more pressure and speed.  I knew mommy and
daddy were still downstairs and could not hear me but Bobby was across the
hall and Donny was next door.  I did not want them to hear me.  I tried as
hard as I could to not moan loud enough to be heard.  Whenever I made too
much noise I would stop.  I lay there frustrated by my dilemma until mommy
and daddy came to bed.  I then knew I would have to wait for another time.
I could not go to sleep.  I thought back to when I had heard noises from my
parents' room.  I remembered noises which sounded to me like someone
rocking in a rocking chair.  Oh, I said to myself, they were playing with
themselves or...yeah, with each other.  That's what people did when they
had sex.  I did fall asleep because I had a dream about watching Bobby jerk
off.  He could not see me so I fingered myself as I watched him.  I woke up
moaning quite loudly.  The intense burning or electric feeling deep down in
my gut felt so good I wanted it to continue but I stopped to listen.  There
was not a sound in the house.  I looked at my digital clock and saw it was
2 in the morning.  I got some lotion on my hand and tried to continue.  I
was able to keep the volume of my moans down by just letting myself moan
softly until the feeling grew more intense than I had ever felt before. 
Now, I was so far gone that I could not stop.  I was almost screaming but I
could not stop until suddenly I felt that I was floating and then falling
silently.  I became ridged...not breathing.  My toes curled and I gripped
the sheet with both hands.  My heart was pounding in my ears loud enough to
wonder if others could hear it.  Then I slowly relaxed, coming down from
wherever I had gone.  I realized I was breathing rapidly.  My heart was
still beating rapidly but my heart and breathing began to slow as I
continued to relax.  I was covered with perspiration.  My relaxation seemed
to continue until I fell into a deep sleep.  In the morning during
breakfast my thoughts went back to that intense feeling that I had
experienced.  Suddenly I was brought back from my reverie when mommy asked,
"What's wrong Carly?  Don't you feel like eating?" "No, I'm okay," I said
as I spooned my mouth full.  "She zoned out like all girls do," Bobby said.
"Bobby, what makes you such an expert on girls?" mommy asked.  I looked at
him and saw he was looking down at his cereal without acknowledging her
question.  Four or five times in the day I zoned out with remembrances of
my intense masturbation.  Each time I was brought out of it when I was
asked by a teacher of fellow student if I was okay.  I did not even speak
to Bobby or him to me until we got off the bus at home after school.  When
we had separated enough from the neighbor kids that they could not hear he
asked, "You going to the bathroom to beat off again?" I decided to respond
with a simple, "Yes." I wanted to see how he would react.  He kind of
stammered when he said, "Well...then...if I hear you crying, I won't come
checking on you." I did, I went directly to the upstairs bathroom where I
proceed to give myself the most intense orgasm of my life to that point.  I
allowed myself to scream without restraint.  When I came down from the new
heights that I had reached I found myself on my hands and knees on the
bathroom floor.  My inner thighs were drenched with my pussy fluids.  I
wiped myself dry and washed my hands and face.  I arranged my clothes and
opened the bathroom to leave.  There was Bobby with his peter in his hand.
I had never seen it up close like this, at least not since we were little
kids in the bathtub.  That was so long ago I could hardly remember.  It was
now bigger than I thought it would be.  He was pumping on it real fast. 
"Get out of here!" I shouted.  Rather breathlessly he said, "Sorry Carly
but I heard you and could not resist joining...oh...ah...ah." I though he
was just mocking me and then white stuff spurted out of his peter.  It
repeatedly spurted his stuff out onto the floor.  I was transfixed for a
few moments, staring at what he had done.  Before turning to walk away I
said, "You better clean that up." We avoided each other the rest of the
evening.  In fact he did not speak to me again until we got off the bus the
next day.  He asked, "Did you like what you saw yesterday?" I did not
answer him.  I walked home in silence.  When we enter our house he said,
"Wouldn't it be fun to watch each other?"

   "Humph, if you think I'm interested in watching you beat off, you're
crazy." I went to the kitchen where I made sandwiches.  Bobby went to the
downstairs bathroom, leaving the door ajar so I could hear him beat off.  I
had had enough.  I slammed down the butter knife I was using, inhaled
deeply, and went to the bathroom door.  When he saw me he asked, "Change
your mind, Carly?" "You keep pushing this and I'm telling mom and dad. 
What you're doing is lots worse than my entering your room without
permission," I announced.  I slammed the door shut and returned to the
kitchen.  I realized my heart was pounding and my pussy was itching.  I had
an almost overwhelming desire to masturbate.  My head was saying one thing
but my body was saying the opposite.  I could not believe what I was
thinking of doing.  I said aloud, "You're 13 years old.  You know better
than to join Bobby in his stupid game." I did not care what my body was
saying.  I finished making the sandwiches, sat down to eat one of them, and
started my homework.  Concentrating on my homework seemed to drive my
bodily desires away.  Bobby came out of the bathroom and went directly to
the family room without getting his sandwich.  I decided not to say
anything to him.  When Donny came home he asked while picking up his
sandwich, "Do you feel better today?" "Oh yes, much better," I said.  "Come
here," I added.  He stepped up close beside the chair in which I was
sitting.  I think he thought I was going to show him something from my
homework.  Instead I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek
before he knew what I was doing.  He struggled in my arms but I held him
close to me, kissing him again.  He bent his legs, falling to the floor,
and slipped from my grasp.  He scurried away from me before standing up. 
"What did you do that for?" he asked.  "I just wanted to show my
appreciation for your thinking about me," I answered.  "You made me drop my
sandwich," he said as he pointed at his peanut butter and jelly sandwich
lying on the floor between us.  "I'm sorry.  Here have this one," I said
handing him the one still on the plate on the table.  I added, "I'll clean
that up," indicating the sandwich on the floor.  "Thanks Carly," he said as
he skipped off to the family room.  I looked at the sandwich on the floor
thinking that I should leave it there and if Bobby came for his sandwich I
would tell him to pick it up and eat it.  No, I told myself, there is no
use making things worse.  I picked up the sandwich and tossed it in the
trash basket.  Using a paper towel I wiped up the little bit of peanut
butter and jelly that was on the floor.  I returned to my homework.  A few
minutes later I heard Bobby say, "You leave that alone Donny." He came up
beside me and asked, "Where's my sandwich?" "Guess you'll have to make your
own," I said without looking up from my homework.  "If I have to make my
own, I'll make it my way," he said as he proceeded to make his sandwich. 
His way was to spread a liberal amount of peanut butter on a slice of
bread, place a slice of bread on that, then he spread a liberal amount of
strawberry jam on the second slice to which he added a third slice of
bread. He returned to the family room without putting things away.  I
decided to not make a fuss about it and put everything away.  Shortly after
mommy and daddy got home, daddy made Bobby do his homework and I was
allowed to watch what I wanted on TV for a while.  Then after dinner, mommy
reminded us that it was Thursday and that meant family reading time and it
was my turn to read a chapter of the book we were reading.  We all gathered
in the family room and since I was reading this day I sat in the loveseat.
Donny always sat next to the reader except when it was his turn to read and
then he and mommy would sit in the loveseat so she could help him if he
needed it.  This day Donny took his time getting seated and daddy said,
"Come on Donny, I want to know what happens next." "I just want to make
sure Carly don't try kissing me again," Donny said.  "Kissing you?" Bobby
asked.  Not looking at Bobby I said to mommy and daddy that I had been
teasing Donny and then I said to Donny I was sorry and he would be safe
with everyone around.  He plopped down next to me and cuddled up close like
he usually did.  I put my arm around him and began reading.  After the
reading was finished for this week it was time for Donny to head off for
bed.  A half hour later I went to the upstairs bathroom to take a bath
before I went to bed.  I knew that if I took a bath I would wind up
masturbating so I took a shower.  As I began to wash my pussy, I started to
masturbate and I could not stop.  I was able to keep my moaning down so
that I don't think anyone in the house heard me.  After I came down from
that wonderful high I turned the shower to as cold as I could take it for a
little while.  That night as soon as my head hit the pillow I drifted off
to a dreamless sleep.  There were no more unpleasant incidences between me
and Bobby and after a while things between us came to be like they had been
before.  We fought about silly things and he even offered to help me with
my science project (I think after mommy told him to.)

   II. Christmas Vacation

   School vacations were always a problem because both mommy and daddy had
to work.  Usually one or more of our grandmothers would come by during the
day and watch us kids but this year was going to be different.  Our
maternal grandmother had had a stroke and although she was doing well no
one expected her to take care of us again.  Bobby's fraternal grandmother
was an alcoholic and could not be trusted to stay sober.  Her husband had
left her for another woman.  My fraternal grandmother was widowed a couple
of years ago and she had recently married again.  Her new husband took her
off to Florida.  Daddy's poppa was having some kind of health problem but
nanna said she could take care of Donny at her house and Bobby at 15 and I
at 13 were old enough to take care of ourselves.  So when Christmas
Vacation came, Bobby and I were told by mommy and daddy that they trusted
us and we should not do anything to destroy that trust.  For the first few
days everything went well with Bobby spending most of his time playing his
video game and me reading.  The first day after Christmas Bobby had a
friend over and they spent most of the day playing the video game.  The
next day Bobby went to his friend's house while I had a couple of girl
friends over.  I don't remember just how it came up but we three began
talking about playing with ourselves.  This was the first time we had ever
talked about anything sexual but we each admitted to enjoying it and we
were each pleased to find out others did too.  Then the conversation turned
to what we knew about boys masturbating.  One of the girls said she had
caught her brother beating off.  I started to tell them about my catching
Bobby but I stopped myself in time to say I had heard him.  Before our
conversation was over I was feeling as horny as hell.  When the girls went
home I checked the clock, I had about forty-five minutes before mommy and
daddy got home so I went to my room and got started right away.  I was
really getting off when my door opened and there was Bobby.  God, I
thought, I don't want to stop so I finished myself off while he silently
watched.  I closed my eyes and as I finished I nearly blacked out.  When I
came down, I opened my eyes and looked at the door.  It was closed and
Bobby was nowhere in sight.  I wondered if I had imagined him being there.
Just before mommy and daddy got home I went downstairs and found Bobby
playing his video game.  I said hi and he said hi and that was it.  At that
time I could not bring myself to ask him if he had looked in my room but
the question nagged at me so that the next morning I asked, "Did you look
in my room yesterday?" "Yeah and I'm really sorry," he said.  Although I
felt my face flush with anger, he had already partially defused the
situation by apologizing and he truly appeared sorry.  "Well, don't do it
again," I said trying to sound angry.  Even as I spoke I realized I did not
sound angry.  I felt I had to add something so I said, "You do understand
why we should not...um..." I did not know how to finish the sentence.  "I
know Carly.  I've grown up a little since..." He did not finish his
sentence.  I glanced at him and he looked away.  His face was as red as
mine felt.  I thought about us growing up.  We both seemed to have shot up
during the past few months so I asked, "How tall are you getting to be? 
Have you measured yourself lately?" "Yeah, I'm five inches," he responded.
"Huh?" I asked.  "Uh," he stammered, "I'm...uh...five feet five inches." I
chuckled as I thought about him measuring his peter.  I was sure that that
had been the cause of his slip up.  "You're almost as tall as me, aren't
you?" he asked.  "Yeah.  You want to measure me to find out?" "Okay," he
said as he dashed to the garage to get the tape measure.  Daddy always
insisted that his tool be returned to their place after use so it did not
take Bobby long to return with the tape measure.  I backed up to the board
where we always measured our height.  Bobby marked my height with a pencil.
I stepped away and he wrote my name and the date.  He then carefully
measured and announced, "Five feet, three and three quarters." "Are you
sure?" I asked.  "Yeah, check it out yourself," he said as he moved aside a
little so I could look over his shoulder.  He was right so I said, "Then I
bet you're not five feet five." "Measure me then," he insisted as he backed
up to the board.  I made the mark and when he stepped away I wrote his name
and the date.  I could see he was about an inch taller than me.  It turned
out that he was closer to five feet five inches than to five feet four and
three quarters but I tried to insist he wasn't five feet five inches.  When
we were little and we got in this kind of teasing argument he would often
wind up tickling me and mommy or daddy would have to call him off because
when he would stop on his own and I would catch my breath I would say,
"Tickle me again," and of course he would.  Any way on this day he started
tickling me and before long I was laying on the floor with him sitting on
me when he stopped tickling.  I lay there panting and when I caught my
breath I said, "Tickle me again." Of course he did.  I was really only
kidding and I tried to get him to stop by pushing his hands away.  In doing
so I accidently elbowed him in the groin really hard.  His face turned pail
as he keeled over with both hands grasping at the painful orbs.  I could
tell by his paler that he was not faking so I reached out and cradled his
head as I apologized.  It seemed that it was taking him a long time to
recover so I kissed his forehead and then a cheek while I continued to
apologize.  I repeatedly kissed his cheek and at last he whispered, "Why
don't you kiss where it hurts?" I slapped him lightly on the cheek and
pushed his head to the floor.  "Owe!  You're hurting me," he cried out.  I
knew I was not hurting him so I pushed down a little harder.  He sat right
up, proving how much stronger than me he was.  He gently patted my face and
said, "See how you like being slapped around by me." Then while we sat
there on the floor in the family room he wrapped me up in his arms and
kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips.  It was just a couple of quick
pecks and he pulled back to say, "And how do you like being kissed." He
again kissed me on the lips and then asked, "Well?" "A kiss like that from
my brother isn't bad," I said.  "What do you mean?" he asked.  "If you
tried to French kiss me, that'd be different." Before I knew it he was
kissing me and trying to force his tongue in my mouth.  I struggled to get
away but he was much stronger than me.  I managed to get one hand up to
push his face away.  He grabbed my wrist pulling my arm away.  He moved in
to kiss me again.  I got my other hand up and pushed his face away.  He
grabbed that wrist and managed to get both my wrists in one of his hands,
holding them over my head.  He was now able to hold me so that I could not
avoid being kissed.  I was still able to keep my lips closed together and
all he managed to do is lick my lips.  I put a lot of effort into twisting
and turning.  I was able to shout for him to stop.  In his attempt to hold
me still, one of his hands brushed heavily across my left breasts.  I
wasn't that big yet but I did have large enough boobs to need an A-cup.  I
was still in my pajamas and had not yet put on my bra.  Bobby immediately
pulled his hand away.  He pulled his head back form me and said, "I'm
sorry...I'm really sorry." "I guess we are even now," I said as I tried to
catch my breath.  "Even?  Oh yeah.  But I bet I didn't hurt you like you
did me." "Are you gonna let me up now?" I asked.  "Give me a kiss and I
will," he said as he moved in with a big pucker on his face.  Our lips met
and something caused my lips to open.  His tongue darted in my mouth and I
bit down lightly.  He pulled away and looked at me with fear in his eyes.
"I guess you won't try that again until you are sure you can trust me,
huh?" I asked.  He got off me, stood up, and then helped me stand up.  "We
were just playing, weren't we?" he asked.  "I hope so," I said.  It was
then that I realize my pussy was dripping and I felt like I was half way to
an orgasm.  I looked down and saw his pajama bottoms tented out.  "We
better get dressed," I said as I left to go upstairs.  Of course before I
got dressed I brought myself to a new high as I thought about wrestling
with Bobby.  I'm sure Bobby did the same.  When I came down stairs I heard
Bobby inviting someone to have a seat.  They were in the family room.  When
I looked in I saw his grandmother who he called grammy and she called him
Bobboo.  "Hi grammy," I said.  "Hi Carloo," she said.  I could tell by the
way her head seem to rock around on her shoulders that she was way too
drunk to have driven here.  I glanced out the window and saw her car parked
a little crooked in our drive.  "You two here alone, huh?" she asked,
looking at me as if she was inspecting how I was dressed.  "Yeah," Bobby
said, "Momma and Daddy think we are old enough to take care of ourselves."
"Why didn't they tell me?" she asked.  "I'll just stay `til they get home
an' tell `em I'll stay with..." Her eyes closed as she did not finish the
sentence.  Bobby looked at me and shrugged.  I shrugged back.  Then she
suddenly opened her eyes and asked for a drink of pop.  I rushed to the
refrigerator to get her a cola.  When I returned she was saying, "You know
Bobboo, when I was your age I had already gotten in trouble by getting into
my daddy's liquor." As she took the can from me she said, "Wooee did I ever
get in trouble." Bobby was siting looking at her, waiting in silence.  I
did not sit down.  After a short silence she said, "Well, go `head, do what
you was doing." Bobby picked up the video game control but did not turn on
the game.  He continued to appear to expect his grandmother to speak.  Soon
she appeared to doze off and he reached forward, taking the cola can from
her hand.  He sat it on the coffee table in front of her.  He motioned for
me to follow him.  When we were in the other room he whispered, "She was
already in the house when I came down from dressing.  I could hear you but
she didn't say anything.  It took her the longest time to get from the
front door to the family room.  She's soused." I thought about how close we
came to getting caught.  What if she had caught us kissing or if she had
been sober enough to have arrived and come upstairs to investigate my
moaning?  Beginning right then we never left either the back or front doors
unlocked.  No matter what we were doing, right or wrong, no one was going
to walk in on us.  Grammy did not last until mommy and daddy got home.  We
did not have anything in the house to drink except beer and wine.  She did
not drink either of those.  I'm sure she did not go any farther than the
nearest bar or liquor store.  Bobby agreed with me about locking the doors
and we did that as soon as she left.  When mommy and daddy got home, they
of course had a key.  Mommy asked why the door was locked and Bobby said,
"Grammy came and passed out in the entry way.  We did not even know she was
there until I went to get the mail.  So I figured that if she had had to
ring the doorbell, we wouldn't a left her on the floor." I could tell he
had thought this out.  "Where is she now?" mommy asked.  "Oh she napped for
a while and then she said she had to have a drink and she left," Bobby
said. Mommy looked at daddy and said, "It's a good idea about locking the
door.  We'll do it when we leave in the morning just like if you kids
weren't here." A couple days later I woke up thinking how safe Bobby and I
were in a house where the outside world was locked out.  We could do
anything we wanted to do.  I wondered if he would ever try to kiss me
again. Maybe if I did something to cause him to tickle me again.  Why did I
want him to kiss me?  I wasn't sure I did.  I just wanted to do something
that made me horny so I could masturbate.  I heard the toilet flush.  I
knew he would be coming out of the bathroom so I rushed to my bedroom door
and opened it just as he passed by.  I tackled him high and rode him to the
floor.  I tried to tickle him but he quickly turned the tables on me and he
had me down tickling the daylights out of me.  My pajama top rode up and he
was tickling me on my bare skin.  He did not restrain himself when a hand
brushed the underside of one of my breasts.  He continued to tickle around
my breast.  I was laughing so hard I could do nothing to stop him.  Then he
stopped tickling, wrapped his arms around me, and trapped my arms to my
sides.  He kissed me but I resisted his tongue probe; however, I could not
catch my breath by breathing through my nose alone.  When he pulled back to
look at me I opened my mouth to breath.  He allowed me to catch my breath
and then he attempted to kiss me again.  I twisted away and said, "I might
bite." "You better not," he said as he made contact with my lips once
again. This time I allowed his tongue in and he did a thorough exploration.
When his tongue finally retreated, my tongue entered his mouth.  The
sensation was thrilling.  I then felt a twitching, tingling feeling in my
pussy.  I wondered what his peter was doing.  My hands were on either side
of my hips.  I moved both up toward Bobby and my right hand found that his
peter had come out the opening on his pajamas.  When I touched it I pulled
my hand away.  Bobby pulled away from our kiss.  He said, "Oops." He rolled
away from me and rushed to his room.  I went to the bathroom.  I had to pee
but I had to cum also.  The lotion was right there and I used it.  I don't
know but I think that the fact that I had to pee intensified everything. 
Before I was done in the bathroom I took a shower.  Since I had not brought
any cloths with me I wrapped a towel around me to go back to my room. 
Bobby must have lain in wait for me because as soon as I exited the
bathroom he was on me like I had been on him earlier.  Needless to say I
was not prepared for him and before I hit the floor under his weight the
towel came off.  There I was under Bobby, completely nude.  I think he was
as surprised as I was.  For a few moments he sat there on my stomach,
holding my wrists, and looking at my boobs.  As I said before I did not
think they were much but Bobby looked at them with admiration.  "Wow,
you're beautiful Carly," he said.  "Get off me," I said.  "Wow, you're
beautiful Carly." His mind was stuck.  One of his hands reached down to
touch a breast.  He was very gentle.  He repeated, "Wow, you're beautiful
Carly." "You said that.  Now get off me," I commanded.  He started to
repeat himself, "Wow, you're..." I stopped him by kicking one leg up and
catching him with my knee on his shoulder.  I didn't hit him very hard but
it jolted him to his senses.  He let go of me, got off, and helped me up. I
rushed to my room, without the towel.  As soon as I closed the door behind
me I leaned against the door and thought, wow that was exciting.  From the
other side of the door I heard him say, "Carly, I'm sorry...really sorry."
I opened the door a crack and said, "Don't say that...it was my fault."
"Yes, but I'm still sorry." "You want to make it up to me?" I asked.  "Sure
anything...anything you want." The devil took over and I said, "Take off
all your clothes right there in the hall." "Why?" he asked.  "Because you
said you would do anything for me," I explained.  "Well, okay but then
what?" I peeked out and saw he already had his shirt off and was unbuckling
his belt.  Then his jeans fell to the floor.  Soon he was standing there in
only his jockey shorts.  "Okay," he said.  "Everything," I said.  He slid
his shorts down and I opened my door wide.  When he straightened up he saw
me standing in my door way in the nude.  His peter was all I could see.  It
stood up at a sharp angle, pointing straight at me.  Once again he said,
"Wow, you're beautiful Carly." I realize how short of breath I was and how
rapid my heart was beating.  That internal, down deep feeling that I had
experience so often recently was beginning to possess me again.  I had
thought so many times about his offer from several months ago when he had
expressed the desire to have us watch each other masturbate.  I said,
"Alright, right here, right now, let's beat off." I reached down and ran my
finger along my slit.  I was dripping wet.  I moistened all my fingers and
moved my hand forward to my little button where I began to rapidly and
firmly give myself a new experience.  I watched as Bobby pumped wildly on
his peter.  I don't think watching him was as much a turn on as knowing he
was watching me.  It did not take either one of us very long.  Of course as
usual when I brought myself off my eyes closed and I fell to my knees.  As
soon as I could I opened my eyes and saw Bobby's peter spurting his white
stuff out on the floor only inches in front of me.  Almost immediately
after he was finished spurting, his peter went limp and shrunk back to
about half its erect size.  "Wow, you're beautiful Carly." I couldn't keep
from chuckling.  "You really are Carly." "I believe you." I stood and
proudly presented myself without embarrassment.  Bobby stepped forward and
asked, "Can I kiss you?" "Not while we're naked," I said, pointed at the
mess in which he was stepping, and added, "You better clean that up." I
jumped back into my room, slamming the door behind me.  As I dressed in a
tank top over my bra and tight jeans I thought about what we had just done
in the hall.  Seeing Bobby beating off and ejaculating was not exciting to
me but having him watch me play with my pussy was exciting.  I determined
to do it again.

   III. It Gets Hot in a Snow Storm

   A few minutes later in the kitchen as I was making some pancake batter,
Bobby came in and asked, "What you fixing?  "Pancakes." "Why not waffles?"
he asked.  "Do you know where the waffle iron is?" I asked.  "Sure," he
said as he went to a cupboard, pulled out the waffle iron, and plugged it
in.  So we had waffles.  While we were eating we noticed that it was
snowing.  It was the first heavy snow of the season.  Bobby and I dressed
in our warmest clothes and went out to build a snowman.  After building a
snowman taller than us, we got in a playful snowball fight.  After a short
while I retreated into the house.  I locked Bobby outside just long enough
for him to bang on the door and start shouting.  When I allowed him in, he
tackled me and attempted to tickle me but I was so bundled up he had
difficulty affecting me in any way.  Soon he gave up but when he did I
realized he had affected me.  I had become horny once again.  After we
stripped off our winter gear and I was once again down to my tank top and
jeans, Bobby asked if I wanted tickled.  I asked, "How about a kiss?"
Smiling he moved toward me.  I dodged him and ran to the family room where
I dove into the loveseat.  By the time I had righted myself in the loveseat
Bobby squeezed in beside me.  He was all over me and I said, "Oh, oh, big
brother, take it slow." "What do you mean?" he asked.  "Sit up and rest
back, place your hands on your thighs." He followed my instructions.  "Take
it slow like this," I said as I stroked the back of his hand with one
finger.  "Mm," he murmured.  I stoked up his forearm with my fingers.  "Oh
yeah," he said.  "Get the idea?" I asked as I sat back with my hands on my
thighs.  He did as I had done.  Just the touch of his finger on my hand
caused a tingle down in my core.  A mummer came from me as his finger
stroked up my arm.  His fingers moved to my thigh alongside my forearm. 
"Oh yes," I said before I realized he was all too close to my pussy.  I
jerked away and although the feeling I was experiencing was pleasurable I
said.  "Too fast, brother of mine." "What do you want, Carly?" "I want you
to take it slow.  Do I have to give you instruction for every step along
the way to a kiss?" I asked.  "I guess so `cause I don't know what you
want." I took a deep breath and sat quiet waiting for him to begin again.
Since he did not I jumped up and ran up to my room slamming the door behind
me.  I waited to see if he would follow me and since he did not I lay on my
bed.  I undid the button of my tight jeans, lowered the zipper, and raised
up to lower my jeans.  My panties were soaked.  I rubbed my pussy through
my panties.  I raised my butt up again and slipped down my panties.  I was
so wet that I did not need any lotion.  Soon I was crying out with joy.  No
matter how hard I tried to stifle my cries I could not.  Just before I was
forced to close my eyes as always happened I looked to the door where Bobby
was standing.  He's watching, I told myself as I floated through a heavenly
orgasm.  When I opened my eyes, he was not there.  I wondered if I had
imagined his being there.  I waited for a while as I relaxed in the
afterglow.  I then dress and checked in the mirror to make sure I looked
presentable, brushing my hair.  When I went downstairs, I found Bobby
playing his video game.  I picked up a book and sat in the loveseat and
pretended to read.  I waited for him to say something.  He seemed to
totally ignore me.  When I could wait no longer I closed my book and looked
in his direction.  He was devoting his full attention to the game.  I
stood...he did not look up.  I placed the book back on the shelf and turned
to look at him...he did not look up.  I walked to the door to the kitchen
and looked back at him...he did not look up.  I got out my homework to make
sure it was finished...it was.  I stood at the kitchen sink looking out
across our back yard and saw that the snow was at least two feet deep.  I
looked at the clock.  The snow had been falling for about three hours. 
Three more hours of this and the snow will close all the roads until snow
removal equipment can open them.  I told myself that if the snow didn't
stop, mommy and daddy wouldn't make it home tonight.  I remembered last
year, on a school day, the school closed early so they could get us home
before the roads were closed and when mommy and daddy discovered they would
not make it home, they called a neighbor to take care of us.  I hoped this
time mommy would call us before calling the neighbor.  I decided to fix
Bobby a good lunch but first I made up a couple of mugs of hot chocolate.
When I took his into him he thanked me and a few minutes later he came into
the kitchen with his mug and thanked me again.  He sat at the table and
asked what I was fixing.  "Macaroni and cheese," I replied.  "Oh, don't
forget to add pepper," he said.  "Of course not, I know how you like it," I
said.  All the time I was not looking at him, instead I was shredding the
cheese.  "You know the way it's snowing I don't think mom and dad are going
to make it home." I could hear him as he stood and walked over beside me so
he could look out the window.  "Yeah you're right.  They'll probably have
Mrs.  Yates come over to stay with us," he said.  "If they call here first,
tell them we can take care of ourselves," I said.  "If I say that, they'll
ask to talk to you," he said.  "I'll say that if we have any problem, we'll
call Mrs.  Yates," I added.  "That sounds good." I checked the macaroni and
it was ready to have the cheese added.  Bobby followed right behind me with
every step that I made.  "If they don't have Mrs.  Yates come over, there
are a couple of thing I want to show you," he said.  "What could you show
me that you haven't already shown me?" I asked as I stirred in the cheese.
"I broke the code on the TV so we can watch some porn if there is any on,"
he said.  "Porn?" I questioned.  I had never thought of watching porn, in
fact I did not even know what it would show so I said, "What is porn?" "You
know, don't you," Bobby said.  "No I don't," I said.  "Have you watched
porn?" I asked as I continued to stir.  "No, I just broke the code and porn
usually doesn't come on until nighttime." "Well, I guess we got a date to
watch porn if we are alone tonight," I said as I turned down the heat and
added a splash of milk and then a lot of pepper to the pot that I continued
to stir.  Soon we were seated on opposite sides of the table eating our
cheesy lunch.  "Mm, just as good as mom makes," Bobby said.  When his bowl
was empty he said, "Carly, I want more." "There's more in the pot," I said.
"No, I want to see you play more, and I want to kiss you more," he said as
he went to the stove to fill his bowl again.  "Well, I think you will get
more.  I can no longer play with myself and stay quiet so come and watch
when you hear," I suggested.  "You won't mind if I look in your room
when..." I noticed he had to adjust his peter when he sat at the table.  I
realize I was all a tingle down there and I said, "Does this talk excite
you like it does me?" "Oh yes, I could just whip it out and beat off right
here." "Well don't let me stop you," I said as I slid my left hand down
into my tight jeans.  My jeans were too tight but neither of us could see
what the other was doing.  When I finished my macaroni and cheese I looked
at Bobby who was finishing his second helping.  He suddenly stood, reached
a hand to me, and said, "Come with me." He was holding his pants up with
his other hand.  Taking his hand I followed him into the family room.  He
sat me at one end of the couch and he sat at the other end.  He got up and
turned on the lamps that are at each end of the couch.  "I'll be right
back," he said as he darted out of the room, still holding up his undone
pants.  He quickly returned with a box of tissues.  "There, now take off
your jeans," he said as he let his pants fall to the floor.  Neither of us
had shoes on so in only moments we were standing with only our tops on
because we had both lowered our under pants with our outer pants.  "Sit
where you were," he said as he sat at the other end.  "But, I'm dripping
wet.  I'll make a spot on the couch," I said.  I rushed to the bathroom and
got two bath towels out of a cabinet.  When I returned to the family room I
tossed one towel over Bobby's head and said, "Here is one for you." "Okay
then," he said after he had placed his towel under him, adding, "Put one
foot up on the couch and the other on the floor." As I positioned myself
like he had, I realized how exposed my pussy was with my knees spread so
far apart.  "Mm that looks so pretty," Bobby said.  I looked at him and saw
he was staring directly at my pussy which tingled with excitement.  I
looked at his peter and realized how large his balls looked.  I had never
actually looked at them before.  They were resting with apparent comfort on
the white towel.  He wrapped his right hand around his peter and began
stroking deliberately up and down.  I dipped all four fingers of my right
hand into the moisture within the lips of my pussy and watching Bobby I
attempted to match him, stroke for stroke.  I looked alternately from his
peter to his eyes.  His eyes never left my pussy.  It struck me fast as I
thought about Bobby watching me.  My eyes closed and my head rolled back as
I howled out my pleasure.  As soon as I could I opened my eyes to see how
Bobby was doing.  The first thing I noticed was his balls had drawn up in a
tight bundle at the base of his peter.  He was emptying his white stuff out
onto the towel.  I checked beneath me to see if I had wet the towel and I
had.  I jumped up and lifted the towel.  My juices had wet through the
towel and made a spot on the couch.  I wiped at it and only seemed to make
it worse.  I wiped my legs with the towel and took it to the laundry, then
went upstairs to get the hair dryer.  Bobby was still sitting where I had
left him.  I plugged in the dryer and began blowing dry the spot on the
couch.  I was pleased to note it did not leave a spot as it dried. 
Suddenly I felt Bobby's hand stroke across my bare butt.  "Don't," I said
as I twisted away from him.  "Your butt is as pretty as the rest of you,"
he said.  "Take your towel to the laundry now before you forget it," I
said. He took off with the towel while I took the hair dryer back to the
upstairs bathroom.  When I came back he was sitting in the loveseat with
his pants on.  I picked up my jeans but could not find my underpants. 
"Where are my panties?" I asked as I went down on my hands and knees to
look under the couch.  "I'm sure they're around here somewhere," Bobby said
in a strange tone.  I looked at him and saw where my underpants were.  He
had pulled them over his head so that the crotch was over his nose.  "They
smell real good," he added.  "Give `em to me," I insisted.  "Okay," he said
as he pulled them off and tossed them to me.  I sniffed them before putting
them on.  They smelled pretty strong to me but if he liked the smell, I
thought, it must be a boy thing.  I saw that he had stood and walked over
to the window looking out over the front yard, so while I was pulling on my
jeans I asked, "How's the snow doing?" "It's still doing," he said, "must
be three feet or more.  Ho ho, look at the snowman...it's got a top hat
without a brim." Sure enough, when I got to the window I saw that the
snowman had a top hat about two feet tall.  This was a strange snowfall. 
We usually have wind that makes the snow drift but this time there was no
wind at all and the snow just piled up and up.  "Mom and dad aren't getting
home today," I said.  "No way are they getting home.  I think I'll call mom
and tell her how deep the snow is here and that we'll be okay," Bobby said.
"Put it on speaker," I said.  "Well, I was just thinking about it.  I
should wait until later, say four o'clock," he turned to look at the clock
and added, "It's only twelve fifty-one now." "Okay, I think I'll take a
shower and a nap," I said, adding, "That way if we get to watch porn
tonight, I can stay awake." "Wanna take a shower together?" he asked. 
"No," I said without explanation.  It was nearly four when I woke from my
nap.  All I could think of was that Bobby would be calling mommy and I had
to be there.  I had taken my nap in the nude so I had to get dressed.  I
put on a flannel shirt without a bra, clean panties, and the tight jeans I
had on that morning.  I looked in the mirror while I brushed my hair.  The
loose fitting flannel shirt covered the fact that I was not wearing a bra.
Down in the family room I found Bobby asleep on the couch.  I was about to
wake him when the phone rang.  He did not stir so I answered it.  It was
mommy and she asked what we had done all day.  I told her about the waffles
and the snowman.  I told her about the snowball fight and the macaroni and
cheese for lunch.  "Sounds like you kids have been getting along," mommy
said I told her we had and she asked if I thought we could get by till she
and daddy got home some time tomorrow.  I told her that I thought we could
and if there is any problem we could call Mrs.  Yates.  She asked to talk
to Bobby.  I told her he was asleep and I would have to wake him.  She said
she would hold.  I laid down the phone and went over to the couch where I
shook him by the shoulder and said, "Mom's on the phone." He woke up slow
like he usually did so I went back to the phone, "He's coming but you know
how slow he is.  We figured at noon that there was no chance you would make
it home today." Mommy told me that she and daddy had already reserved a
room at a motel and they were looking forward to having a vacation from us
kids.  At this point Bobby grabbed the phone out of my hand.  He listened
for a moment and then said, Yeah, yeah...yeah, she does...yeah, I will
mom...everything will be okay, don't you worry...yeah...no...okay...you
too." He hung up the phone and turned to me.  "We are alone tonight.  She
did say that if we had a problem that required calling Mrs.  Yates, we'd
both be grounded forever." "Well then you just can't pick on me or I'll
call Mrs.  Yates," I teased as I moved close to him.  "You'd be grounded
too," he responded.  "Being grounded doesn't bother me as much as it does
you," I said as I rubbed a shoulder against him.  This keyed him into what
I had wanted him to do.  He grabbed me and in short order he had me on the
floor, tickling me.  My loose flannel shirt rode up and soon he discovered
I was not wearing a bra.  About the time I was ready to shout for him to
stop tickling he stopped and began exploration of my left breast.  He made
no pretense that what he was doing was accidental.  His stroking and
massaging felt good.  He rolled my little tittie between his thumb and
forefinger.  An involuntary moan came from my mouth.  "You like that, don't
you?" he asked.  "It's better than a sharp stick in the eye," I said before
twisting away from him and attempting to scamper away from him.  He grabbed
my ankles and twisted me over onto my back.  Soon he was on top of me with
his body between my legs.  I did nothing to resist.  He had raised my shirt
exposing both of my little titties.  His mouth locked over one nipple and
he began sucking like a hungry puppy.  I was repulsed by his actions but at
the same time thrilled at the feeling.  In addition I felt a connection
between the feelings in my breast and my pussy.  I soon began moving
involuntarily with short hip thrusts and arm and leg jerks.  He pulled away
and asked, "Do you like that?" "Love it," I replied.  He locked onto the
other breast.  The feelings intensified and I could not believe all he was
doing was sucking on a tit.  It was like when he tickled me except this
never seemed to get to the point where I wanted him to stop.  He stopped
and looked me in the eyes with a questioning look.  I said, "Don't stop
Bobby.  Don't stop." He went back at it alternating occasionally from one
breast to the other.  I did not want this to stop.  I began to thrash about
a little more with every minute.  Then I fell over the edge.  I began to
shout with pleasure as I floated above it all.  He had given me an orgasm
by simply sucking on my tits.  As I came down he stopped and I wondered
aloud, "Am I a freak?" "You're freakin' sexy, Carly," he said.  "No, I mean
am I different from other girls?" "How should I know?  Your tits are the
only ones I've ever sucked," he said.  "No they're not," I insisted as I
listened to my heart throb in my ears.  "Well yeah, other than moms but I
don't remember that," he said as he rose up and looked down at me.  He
added, "I'll never forget these." He stroked an index finger over a nipple.
A jolt of sensation ran from there down to my pussy.  I wondered if I would
ever be able to nurse a baby without having an orgasm.  That would be
terrible to be given an orgasm by your baby.

   IV. We Have Only Begun

   Bobby got off me and sat on the edge of the couch and looked down at me.
I did nothing to cover myself.  "You know," he said, "its time you do
something for me, right?" "You want me to suck on your titties?" I asked.
"No but..." He hesitated and his face turned red.  "You could suck on my
peter." "Oh Bobby, yuck, that's awful.  There is no way I'm sucking on your
peter." I had suddenly lost all interest in playing with my brother.  "I'll
lick your pussy," he pleaded.  "Double yuck," I said as I pulled my shirt
down.  "What makes you think I would want you to lick my pussy?" "Guys say
that girls like their pussies licked." "They are just trying to get you to
do something stupid.  It turns my stomach just thinking of you putting your
face down there." "No really Carly.  Girls suck boy's peters and boys lick
girl's pussies," he said insistently trying his best to convince me. 
"Maybe homo boys suck boy's peters and lezzy girls lick girl's pussies but
they are strange anyway," I said trying to show I knew better than he did.
"I got you off by sucking on your titties.  At least you can get my off by
playing with my peter with your hands," he pleaded.  "I guess I could do
that," I said as I wondered what I was getting myself into.  He stood,
dropped his jeans and shorts, and sat on the edge of the couch.  His peter
was standing at a 45° angle.  I laid there on my back thinking about how I
could delay doing what I had agreed to do.  "Well, I'm ready," he said
after a few seconds.  "I was just wondering what we will have for dinner,"
I said.  "Mom said there were pot pies in the freezer," he said.  "Even you
can fix those," I said.  "I will right after you do me." "I can fix
dinner," I said as I continued to lay flat on my back.  "No, mom told me to
fix dinner and then I'll pop popcorn for our porn watching," he said before
saying, "Come on get started." He stroked his peter a couple of strokes.  I
sat up and looked closely at his peter.  "It's all wet," I commented. 
"That makes it slippery," he told me.  I reached out and touched the head
of it with the tip of my index finger.  It felt firm.  When I continued to
hesitate he said, "Just wrap you hand around it like this." He demonstrated
giving his peter a stroke.  As he withdrew his hand I replaced it with
mine. The surface felt warm, smooth, and soft.  I squeezed it and found
that beneath the surface it felt bone hard.  I gave it a little stroke and
felt the skin move with my hand up and down on the shaft.  I realized how
little I had known about a peter.  I continued to stroke up and down and
felt my hand slip over the head.  "Are all boys' peters like this?" I
asked. "Pretty much," he said through gritted teeth.  He leaned back and I
moved in a little closer to watch what I was doing.  Although new liquid
continued to moisten his peter, it seemed to dry out too fast.  "It's
getting dry," I said.  "Yeah, too dry...spit on it." "Yuck.  I'll get some
hand lotion," I said as I stood and rushed out to get a bottle of lotion.
When I returned I sat where I had been.  Before doing anything else I undid
my jeans so I could slip a hand down inside to pleasure myself.  I put a
liberal amount of lotion on my hand and began to stoke Bobby's peter.  It
slipped easily in my hand.  I found that with my left hand gently
pleasuring me, I enjoyed playing with him more.  "Oh my, that really feels
good," Bobby said in a low tone.  "A little faster though," he added.  I
picked up the pace and squeezed a little tighter.  "Oh yeah, oh yeah, ..."
he kept repeating.  I watched closely what was happening.  At first his
balls were hanging over the edge of the couch but they began to pull up. 
Soon they were bunched up tight against the base of his peter.  Suddenly I
realized he was shooting his stuff and I was too close.  He hit me on the
side of the face and all over my shirt.  I jumped up to avoid the second
blast.  I said, "Damn Bobby, you shot all over me." The tissues were right
there.  His stuff wiped off my face easily but only seemed to rub into my
shirt.  "God Bobby, we'll have to do the laundry." I looked and realized he
had caught the rest of his stuff in a handful of tissues he had ready for
the job.  "Why didn't you tell me you were goin' to shoot so I could get
out of the way?" He did not answer me so I went to the laundry room where I
took off my shirt and put it in with a load of laundry.  Before I started
the washer I realized my jeans were soaked in the crotch so I removed them
and my panties and tossed them in the washer.  Feeling the moisture from my
pussy running slowly down my legs, I wondered if I would have to wear a pad
to keep from wetting everything I wore from now on.  Here I was in the
laundry room with no clothes.  I checked in a basket of clean laundry that
had not yet been sorted.  Most of it belonged to mommy and daddy.  None of
it was mine.  In the basket were an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of
Bobby's boxers.  I slipped the boxers on and decided they fit fine.  I
pulled the t-shirt over my head and the hem came to just above the knee so
I decide I was dressed for the evening.  I went to the upstairs bathroom
where I got a panty liner and stuck it in Bobby's shorts to catch some of
my juices.  I went down to the family room.  I could hear Bobby in the
kitchen so I checked to see if there were any telltale spots on or around
the couch.  There were none.  Bobby had set up two TV-trays for our dinner.
I went to the front window to check the snow.  The wind had picked up and
the snow was now drifting.  It had become quite dark and because of the
drifting snow I could only see the first street light.  I could not see
even half way to Mrs.  Yates house.  I could tell that no one had been up
or down our street all afternoon.  I called Mrs.  Yates and told her we
were happy to know she was there in case of an emergency.  I told her we
were fine and she did not need to worry about us.  "Are you sure you will
be okay by your selves?" she asked.  I assured her that we were fine and I
did not want her to go out in the snow.  She thanked me for my concern and
made me promise to call if we needed her.  I went into the kitchen where I
found Bobby staring into the microwave.  "Hi Carly," he said, "Dinner will
be ready in 14, 13, 12, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now." With an oven
mitt on his hand he removed four pot pies from the oven and placed them on
a tray.  "Grab a couple forks and take these into the family room while I
heat our chocolate milk." I did as he had said and placed two pies and a
fork on each TV-tray.  I returned the carrying tray to the kitchen where I
found Bobby staring into the microwave again.  He heard me put the tray
down and turned to look at me.  "Where did you get that shirt?" he asked.
"Found it in the laundry," I replied.  "Big enough?" "Just right," I said.
I thought of showing him his boxers but the microwave dinged and he removed
the mugs from the oven.  I followed him into the family room.  He placed a
mug on each tray and asked, "How about a movie?" "I don't want to watch
anything scary," I said.  "Nothing scary," he said as he concentrated on
using the remote to turn on the TV and entering the code that removed the
parental controls.  I watched the TV as he entered a channel number I was
not familiar with.  A woman receptionist at an office was on the phone. 
"This movie is The Helpful Secretary," Bobby said.  "Have you seen it
before?" I asked "No, I looked at the schedule earlier.  It started about
five minutes ago," he said as he began to eat.  The story of the movie
seemed dumb and the actors were even worse so I was not paying much
attention as I thought over all the things that Bobby and I had done that
day.  Suddenly there was the receptionist and her boss kissing and tearing
off each other's clothes.  I was surprised as I watched the two become
naked, although she kept on her nylons and high heels.  I looked at Bobby
and he was staring at the TV with a forkful of pot pie frozen half way to
his mouth.  I turned back to the screen.  The couple hugged and kissed. 
Soon she was laying back on his desk.  The man kissed the woman's breasts
and then he went down slowly until he was at her pussy.  "See," Bobby said.
Without taking my eyes from the screen I said, "I still say yuck.  I can't
believe anyone would do such a thing." The woman seemed to be enjoying it
and Bobby said, "Look how she's enjoying it." "Maybe so but I would never
kiss a mouth that had been down there," I informed him.  The man slid up
and kissed the woman on the lips.  "Oh double yuck.  That would make me
sick," I said.  "Well, my mouth has never been near a pussy so you will
still kiss me," he said as he poked me on the shoulder.  "As long as you
are good to me, you can kiss..." He interrupted me, "Oh, oh, look there
he's sticking his peter in her pussy.  I wish they would show us just what
it looks like to have his peter in her pussy." "I wonder what it feels
like," I mused.  "Yeah," Bobby said as he began to eat again.  We were
silent for a while as we finished eating and watched the couple finish up.
There didn't seem to be any of his stuff so I imagined that she was able to
hold it all in.  They quickly got dressed and she went back to her desk. 
At her desk she greeted a woman that turned out to be the man's wife.  The
receptionist escorted her to the boss' office, announcing her and returned
to her desk, where she turned on the intercom and listened to the
conversation between her boss and his wife.  The conversation sounded like
it was between lovers and soon all that could be heard was heavy breathing.
The receptionist smiled and turned off the intercom.  She went to the door
to her boss' office and opened it just enough to peak in.  She saw her boss
licking his wife's pussy.  She slipped her hand under her dress and began
playing with herself as she watched.  I began to think I had been educated
enough and the rest of this film was boring.  I glanced over at Bobby and
saw that not only were his eyes glued on the screen but he had opened his
jeans and was playing with his peter.  He was just stroking slowly and I
thought that that was a good idea.  I reached under the t-shirt and inside
Bobby's boxers and found that the pad had contained my liquids so that I
was very wet.  I began stroking my little button as slowly as I could.  I
had to keep forcing myself to slow down.  I had the thought that if Bobby
was fingering me and I was stroking him we would be able to go slow and
maybe make it last for a long time.  I stopped playing with myself and went
to the bathroom to get a bath towel.  I moved the TV-trays away from the
couch, pulled off the boxer shorts, and sat down close beside Bobby with
the towel across my lap.  I put my hand on Bobby's hand and said, "I'll
play with you and you play with me." "Okay," he eagerly said.  "Let's
spread out the towel under us," I suggested.  He stood and dropped his
jeans and shorts while I spread out the towel.  I pulled my t-shirt off
before sitting down.  Bobby did the same with his polo shirt.  We sat naked
next to each other.  I moved so that we were touching, hip to hip.  I
forgot about the movie on TV as I reached to take hold of his peter.  His
hand moved down between my legs and I opened wide for him.  As a finger
reached the lips of my pussy he stopped.  "I don't know what to do," he
said.  "Slide a finger around until you find my opening." He moved his
index finger around until the lips opened and it slipped in.  It was
thrilling to feel his finger slide in.  "Now get you finger all wet."
"Okay," he said.  "Now follow the slit forward and up and you will come to
my little button." He moved his finger in the correct way and I jerked as
he touched my button.  "That's it.  Rub around and over that.  Be gentle."
Things were happening to me and I was no longer able to talk.  I moaned my
pleasure as I stroked Bobby's peter.  I looked at the screen and saw the
back of a woman's head with her face at a man's groin.  She must be giving
him a blow job, I thought.  "God Bobby, turn that off." "Carly, this is the
first time I ever saw a blow job.  I'm not going to pass it up." I decided
to watch Bobby's peter instead of the TV.  I was enjoying what Bobby was
doing to me too much to stop or even let what I had seen on the screen
destroy what was happening.  The slow but firm rubbing that Bobby was
giving my button was giving me a gradual build up.  Bobby seemed to
instinctively know to keep his finger well lubricated because before his
finger got dry he would dip down into my hole to pick up more moisture. 
Soon I was tensing up but not so much that I could not continue to stroke
Bobby's peter.  I moaned my pleasure and Bobby repeated my moan.  My toes
curled down and I tensed from toe to head.  I relaxed and tensed again.  I
shouted out my pleasure but I was still able to continue to stroke.  Bobby
reached around over my shoulder with his other hand and tweaked a tittie
and I went over the edge.  I gripped his peter tighter and stroked it more
rapidly and he shot his stuff.  I pointed it toward me and allowed it to
squirt all over me.  He began to stroke me harder and I went far beyond any
place I had ever been.  As I came down I found myself rubbing his warm
stuff into my skin on my stomach and breasts.  It felt like warm lotion but
it seemed to take forever to soak in.  I looked over at his peter and saw
that it had shrunk to half its former size and was hanging down like a limp
noodle.  Out of curiosity I reached over and pulled gently on his limp
peter.  It certainly felt different than when it was hard.  Still looking
at the screen, Bobby said, "I'll lick your pussy now if you want." "Forget
it," I said.  "Then a blow job..." I interrupted him by saying, "Not
another word about it." "You have a little cum on your right there," he
said as he pointed to my thigh.  "Well rub it in," I said as I continued to
pull on his limp but growing peter.  He rubbed my thigh until it got dry.
He slipped his hand over to my pussy, dipped his finger in and began
stroking my button.  I was back on the road again.  As I began to return to
a high of pleasure I felt Bobby's peter grow hard in my hand.  Bobby leaned
over and kissed me and soon our tongues were wrestling in our mouths.  It
took us a long time to get there but the trip was as much a pleasure as our
earlier trip.  I did the same with his stuff as the first time.  There
wasn't as much as before.  I suddenly felt a chill.  I told Bobby I was
cold and he said he was also.  He went to the gas fire place and lit it
turning it on high.  I went over to stand beside him as we warmed our bare
backsides.  "Mm that feels good," I said.  He agreed and then said, "We
could play right here on the floor in front of the fire." "I think I want
to rest a while," I said.  I added, "Maybe we could find a snack." "Maybe
the next movie will be more interesting," he said.  I looked at the clock
to see how long we had been at it.  We had started at five and it was now
six fifteen.  I thought about doing it again and I felt a trickle of my
juices run down the inside of one of my thighs.

   V. There's More to Come

   I slipped on the oversized T-shirt and picked up the boxers that I had
on before.  "Hey those are mine," Bobby said.  "Yeah, but I have a pantie
liner in there," I said as I showed him the panty liner.  "Oh wow," is all
he said.  After putting the boxers on I went to the kitchen where I found
four cinnamon rolls.  I decided to warm them in the toaster oven.  While
they were warming I returned to the family room where I found Bobby surfing
through the TV-channels.  I picked up the mugs and returned to the kitchen
to make us some more chocolate milk.  When I was done I carried everything
on a serving tray.  As I placed the rolls and mugs on the TV-trays, Bobby
said, "Hey, hey, here is what you need to watch...Two young girls learn all
about sex..." "I'm not watching any lezzies," I said.  "No, no, it also
says from their boyfriends." "Watch what you want.  If I don't like it I'll
do something else." I noted that the fireplace had warmed the room so it
was quite comfortable.  Bobby had found another oversized T-shirt and
appeared to be dressed as I was.  As we began our snack the movie started.
The set up was that the parents were having a night out and had allowed
their "teenaged" daughter to have a girlfriend sleep over so she would not
be alone.  It was obvious that the girls were older than teenage.  As the
parents left they said, "Don't wait up for us.  We won't be home till three
or four." As soon as the car drove off the girls each called their
boyfriends and told them to come over.  It seemed that one girl was more
experienced than the other.  She began to tell the other about the wonders
of oral sex.  How her boyfriend had introduced her to pussy licking and how
giving him a blow job made her feel in control and...it was a good way to
keep her cherry.  When the boys (the actors were no boys) showed up I asked
Bobby, what a cherry is.  I thought I knew but I wanted to know what he
knew.  He told me in detail about a hymen and that once it was broken a
girl was no longer a virgin.  Looking back at the movie we both realized
this movie must be X rated since we were allowed to see an erect peter and
an open pussy.  Both boys went down on the girls and we were shown tongues
flicking across the girls buttons and in no time the girls were calling out
their pleasures.  As I watched I no longer felt repulsed by the thought of
a boy licking a pussy.  I think that if at that moment Bobby had gone down
on me I would have allowed him to do so.  After five minutes or so of this
it seemed they were not doing anything new except screaming a little
louder. After the girls had simultaneous orgasms, the girls went down on
the boys.  There was a lot of licking and kissing of these oversized
peters. I asked Bobby if his peter would grow to that size.  He turned red
and said, "Probably not.  Those are bigger than normal.  That's why they
get the job." That is when the thought that these were just actors doing
their jobs struck me.  I was then shocked to see one of the girls take her
boyfriend's peter all the way to the root.  "She must be swallowing it," I
said.  "Yeah," Bobby said.  I glanced at him and saw that he had his
cinnamon roll in his right hand and his peter in his left hand.  I looked
back at the screen and saw one boy forcing his peter in and out of his
girlfriend's mouth as if he was fucking her face.  That did not look like
much fun for her.  The other girl seemed so much more relaxed as she
appeared to enjoy taking her boyfriend deep down her throat.  I looked at
Bobby's peter and thought that his was not big enough to go down my throat
but it might be big enough to gag me.  The one girl had said, "If you feel
like you are going to gag, swallow and keep swallowing and you will be able
to take him all the way." I thought that I wanted to try it on a banana
before I tried it on a peter.  One of the boys announced, "I'm gonna come."
The girl pulled off and opened her mouth wide and laid out her tongue as if
to invite his white stuff.  His aim was not very good.  Before he was done
she had white stuff all over her face with some in her mouth.  I could not
believe what I was seeing.  Using a finger she scooped up the stuff on her
face and put it in her mouth.  The other boy announced he was, "Coming." He
held her head so she could not pull off.  Her cheeks bulged out and then
some white stuff leaked out the corner of her mouth.  When he was done he
released her and the two girls looked at each other and opened their mouths
wide to show how full they were.  Smiling they closed their mouths and
swallowed.  That was it.  I was completely repulsed.  I did not care how
the actors appeared to enjoy it there would be no oral sex for me this
night or any other night.  I looked over and saw Bobby shooting his stuff
into a wad of tissues.  I leaned back and sipped my hot chocolate.  I
wondered why the movie had excited Bobby but not me.  The next thing that
happened on the screen disturbed me further.  The girls decided they wanted
to change partners.  For the next part of the movie it seemed to be a
repeat of the previous part except with partners changed.  I decided I did
not want to watch any more of the movie and there was nothing more I wanted
to do with Bobby.  I went to the front window and saw that the wind was
still blowing the snow.  It was now dark outside and I could barely see the
nearest street light.  I went to my room to be alone and to read until I
became sleepy.  All I knew for sure was that I did not want Bobby to
pressure me into doing anything more.  I could hardly understand what we
had already done and I wanted to understand before doing more.  At this
point instead of thinking about it I allowed myself to escape into a work
of fiction.  When I was about to close the book and turn out the light I
heard a light tap-tap on the door.  "Yes, Bobby," I called.  He opened the
door a little bit and asked, "Are you Okay?" "Yeah, I'm just tired and want
to go to sleep," I explained.  "There's another movie starting." "That's
okay, I'm not interested." "Okay, g`night Carly," he said.  "G'night
Bobby," I said and he closed the door.  Almost immediately I dropped off to
sleep.  A sleep that was deep and dreamless.  In the morning I woke clear
headed and rested.  I showered to freshen up before going down stairs.  I
still wore the oversized black t-shirt but with nothing else.  I ate a
small breakfast and then checked if the TV would change to the adult
channels.  It wouldn't so I thought Bobby had put it back under parental
control.  I jumped when the telephone rang.  It was mommy checking if we
were okay.  She said that she and daddy would be working and expected to be
able to get home that evening.  I looked outside and told her that it
looked like things were getting worse rather than better.  She said the
weather forecast said things would get better.  She said she would call
again later in the day.  We hung up and I went back to my room to do some
more reading.  I read for a while and napped for a while.  When it was
almost noon I went down to fix lunch.  Bobby was nowhere to be found so
after fixing the sandwiches I went back up to check if he was still in bed.
Knocking on his door I got no answer.  I cracked the door and looked in. 
He was apparently asleep on his bed.  I called his name and he did not
move. I went in and checked to see if he was still breathing.  He was and I
shook him and called his name.  He mumbled something.  When I asked him to
repeat, it sounded like he said, "Let me sleep." I turned to leave and he
said, "Love you Carly." I glanced back and said, "Love you Bobby." "Then
climb in bed with me." "No Bobby, lunch is ready," I said as I left the
room.  I no sooner sat down to eat when Bobby, from behind me, put his
hands over my eyes and said, "Guess who." "Sounds like President Clinton,"
I said.  "No!" "Well, if that's not you Bill then I can't imagine who it
could be." "Carly when did you get so familiar with Bill Clinton," he asked
as he took his hands from my eyes and placed them on my shoulders.  He
kissed me on the cheek.  I turned to meet his lips with mine.  We began a
long passionate, wet kiss.  Soon I broke away from the kiss and said,
"Lunch." He moved around the table and sat where I hand placed his lunch.
"Yeah, I thought it was morning when you woke me but when you said lunch I
woke right up." I noted that he was still in the oversized T-shirt as I
was. I asked, "How late did you stay up?" Between bites he said, "Fell
asleep shortly after you left...woke up later...turned off TV...went to
bed." "I saw you turned on the parental controls," I said.  "Does that
automatically...when you turn it off." "Mom called.  Said they will be home
this evening." "Looks better out there," he said.  "Wind stopped and it
stopped snowing but I can't imagine the roads'll be clear in time," I
added. "Guess we'll see." When he had finished eating he said, "I'll play
with your pussy if you'll play with my peter." "Bobby, I don't want to do
any more." "Don't you want to feel good?" I thought for a bit and said,
"Not today." "Tell you what Carly," he said, "I'll leave you alone today
and if the folks don't get home tonight, we'll sleep together." "They'll
get home." He spent several hours on his video game and I read.  When the
phone rang about three thirty he answered it.  It was mom, after they
talked a bit he put it on speaker.  Mommy said, "...and Carly, how's she
doing." "I'm fine mom, but I miss you guys," I said.  "Miss you too.  I'll
sleep good tonight knowing you will both be fine for one more night," mommy
said.  We no sooner got off the phone and Bobby said, "You gotta sleep with
me tonight." "I never agreed to that," I insisted.  "Yes you did." "No, you
did, but I didn't" He wouldn't leave it alone.  He kept after me insisting
that I had agreed to sleep with him until I screamed, "Bobby listen, I
won't do anything with you!  Nothing!  Do you hear?  Nothing!" I think he
then realized he had pushed me too far.  As I was looking to decide what we
would have for dinner, he came to me and apologized.  He truly seemed sorry
for upsetting me.  He suggested potpies again and when I agreed he said he
would cook them if I made hot chocolate.  I agreed and soon we were in the
family room eating our dinner.  "What would you like to watch on TV?" he
asked.  "Not any more sex shows," I said.  He surfed through the channels
until he found a movie where a couple was trying to make a go of their
marriage against all kinds of problems.  It was a comedy with the guy being
an optimist and the girl a pessimist.  Everything she could think of that
could go wrong did but he would always be able to solve the problem and
make things right.  Often movies like this are not even funny but this one
made me laugh so by the time it was over I was in a pretty good mood.  Just
as the movie ended, mommy called and asked if we had watched the movie.  Of
course we said yes and were able to talk about it so that she was sure of
what we had watched.  Mommy asked us to not stay up too late but she
suggested we watch the next movie coming on.  Bobby made popcorn and I made
hot chocolate before we watched the next movie.  There were three kids in a
family with a busy father and a stupid mother.  The oldest kid was a girl
about my age and the other kids were her younger brothers.  The boys had
witnessed a murder but they had a difficult time trying to convince anyone
that they had.  The movie went by so quickly that I was surprised when it
was over.  "Carly, do you remember when you couldn't sleep or didn't feel
good and you crawled in bed with mom and dad?" Bobby asked.  "Yeah," I
responded.  "Remember how good that felt when you cuddled up to them."
"Yeah." "I'd like to do that with you tonight," Bobby said.  "Sounds nice
but...," I involuntarily yawned in the middle of the sentence.  "...but
you'll get a hard-on and want me to beat you off." "You wouldn't have to do
anything you don't want to do and I will only do what you ask me to do." He
had been very nice to me all evening and now I knew why.  This was probably
the last night that we would have a chance to do anything.  Not only would
mommy and daddy be home tomorrow but in another day Christmas Vacation
would be over.  "Okay but if you do anything I don't like you promise to
get out of my bed." "Okay," he said with enthusiasm.  "Promise you will
leave if I tell you to," I insisted.  "I promise to do what you say and if
you tell me to leave I will do so," he stated.  So we went to bed together.
He wanted to go to bed in the nude but I put on a pair of panties and I
still had on the oversized T-shirt and I made Bobby keep on his oversized
T-shirt.  We kissed and hugged for a while and I could feel his hard-on as
he pressed it against my hip.  After a while I laid my head on his shoulder
and said, "Promise me one more thing, Bobby." "What," he asked softly. 
"Promise me that if I go to sleep, you won't do anything except cuddle up
close." "I'll just cuddle up close when you go to sleep, I promise." I
hugged him tight and nibbled on his ear.  "Mm, does that mean I can nibble
on you?" he asked.  "Guess so." It was not long before he was sucking on my
titties and I wanted more than I had intended when we went to bed.  I
realized what was happening and I turned away from him.  I pulled his hand
over one of my breasts.  He moved up close behind me and I could feel his
peter press up against my butt crack.  He caressed my breast, squeezing
gently.  I felt all warm and comfortable.  I felt I could fall asleep like
this and sleep all night.  He moved his hips which had the effect of
rubbing his peter up and down my butt crack.  With my panties on, I felt
there was no harm in allowing this.  After a while he asked, "Are you still
awake?" "I'm sleepy but awake," I replied.  He moved down a little in the
bed and I felt him slip his hard peter between my thighs.  "Is this okay?"
he asked.  I squeezed his peter between my thighs and said, "Okay." He
appeared to be well lubricated and he began to slowly move back and forth
to slide his peter between my thighs.  I moved my hand down inside my
panties to play with my button.  In my sleepy state I seemed to slip into a
dreamy world of pleasure.  I barely felt his peter sliding between my
thighs as my internal spasm of pleasure began to build.  His hand joined my
hand as soon I let him play with my button while I reached down and pinched
at his peter each time it thrust forward between my thighs.  I went up and
up into my dream world as the intensity of each internal spasm built one
upon the other.  I moaned each time as I felt that I had gone over the top
but then each time I would go higher the next.  Would I never come down? 
Would I keep going higher?  I squeezed my thighs closely around his peter.
I felt him forcing it back and forth with greater force.  He pushed hard
forward and held it there; at the same time he thrust several fingers into
my pussy.  He was shooting his stuff onto my bed sheets and I was sure that
this was love.

   VI. A Sunny Day

   I went to sleep with his fingers inside me and I slept soundly and only
awakened after it had grown light outside.  I could tell that it had
cleared and the sun was shining.  We were in the same position but his
peter had shrunk and his fingers had slipped out.  He was sleeping soundly,
breathing deeply.  I reached back and found his soft peter nearly touching
me.  I pulled on it and it began to grow.  Visions of him licking my pussy
flashed in my mind and I felt a tingle down there.  I wondered what he
would do if I asked him to lick my pussy.  Did I dare ask him after how I
had spoken about it?  After some time debating with myself I decided to ask
him.  I guided his hardening peter between my thighs and moved his fingers
closer to my pussy opening.  Then I nudged him to wake him.  As usual he
woke slowly but once he realized where he was he said, "Good golly Carly,
it was great sleeping with you." "Yeah and look what happened outside." "A
sunny day, how perfect..." He was quiet for a moment.  "No, perfect would
be for me to say..." he again paused before saying, "Carly, I love you." "I
love you too, Bobby." "We came real close to fucking last night, didn't
we?" he asked.  "Pretty close," I agreed before adding "We won't though
`cause I'm keeping my cherry." "Okay sis, as long as we can keep playing I
will make sure you keep your cherry." "Still wanna lick my pussy?" I asked.
He did not answer right away.  I had time to worry that something was going
wrong.  "Yeah, sure but..." I interrupted him with, "I changed my mind."
Until this point he had not moved a muscle, with his hard peter between my
thighs and his hand in my panties.  I guess the thought of licking my pussy
motivated his movements.  His fingers curled and slid into my pussy.  His
hips flexed and thrust pulling his peter back and forth between my thighs.
He stopped moving and asked, "Right now?  "If you want." He suddenly moved,
sitting up and looming over me he asked, "Really?  Right now?" "You better
get started before I change my mind again." He flipped the sheet and
blanket out of the way and said, "Look at that." I looked to where he was
pointing.  There was a large wet spot on the sheet where he had shot his
stuff.  "I'm sorry...I should have gotten a towel or something." I was
slipping off my panties and I said, "Never mind.  Get your tongue down
here." I pointed to my pussy.  He moved in slowly, looking carefully at his
destination.  I was eagerly anticipating what I expected.  I was sure his
tongue would at least equal his fingers but I hoped for even more.  He used
both hands to examine my pussy, opening the lips apart and peering in.  I
was a tingle with anticipation but what he was doing was not doing what I
wanted.  "You are so wet; you're just running with juice," he said as he
continued his examination.  He added, "Wonder how it tastes." His tongue
lapped like a dogs tongue with several quick strokes. 
"Mm...mm...mmm...that's good," he said before diving in.  What the girls in
the movie had said about enjoying pussy licking does not even begin to
describe what I experienced.  If my fingering rates a 10, and Bobby's
fingering rates a 100, this rates 1,000 or even more and he had only
started.  Each time he licked my button I moaned my pleasure a little
louder.  I gripped his head and held him in place.  He began kissing my
button, sucking it in between his lips and pushing it out.  "Oh...oh...oh,"
I called out each time.  That rated 10,000.  It was the best...the best of
all time.  I was soaring on high; above anywhere I had ever been.  I did
not want it to end but did not believe I could take any more.  My Eyes
closed.  Although I tried to remain still to help him keep doing what he
was doing, my body betrayed me by thrashing about as though I was trying to
get away from him.  He valiantly held on as he rode my violent movements
like a veteran who had done this before.  My body was suddenly in overload.
What I can only describe as an electric shock ran up and down my spine.  My
head buzzed and I was screaming for him to stop.  He did stop and it was a
few moments before I regained enough control of myself to speak.  "Are you
okay, Carly?" he asked.  "Okay?" I questioned.  "Lots better than
okay...Wow!" I exclaimed trying to catch my breath.  My pussy was still
throbbing with pleasure.  I would come down but the internal spasms
continued to carry me up.  "How was that?" he asked as he looked at me
admiringly.  "Worth a million," I said.  "You really liked that, huh?" I
was now beginning to come to my senses.  "Oh, Bobby, I never knew anything
could feel that wonderful.  I love you doing that; god, my pussy feels so
good." "It sure tastes good, too, Carly, real good.  I'll do that any time
you want," he said smiling down at me.  "I'm sure I would enjoy you doing
it again right now but maybe I should rest a little," I said as I still
felt my blood coursing through my body as if I had run all the way home
from school.  "Yeah, you are all red in the face, in fact you are red all
over," he said as her stroked his fingers over my tummy and down my thighs.
I tensed up and felt a contraction deep in my pussy.  "Oh Bobby stop!  I
can't take anymore." "I love getting you off Carly.  You enjoy it so much
but I think you do need some rest.  I'll go down and make us some breakfast
and you come down in a little while." "Kiss me before you go," I asked.  He
bent down and kissed me.  I offered him my tongue.  As I explored his mouth
I became aware of a new taste.  I thought to myself that must be my pussy
juices, not bad.  "Gotta pee," he said as he darted from the room.  I lay
there wondering how I was going to be able to keep from having him do that
to me every moment we are alone.  Then I asked myself, what am I going to
say or do when he asks me to go down on him because I am sure he will? 
Gee, I had him kiss me after he was down there and it actually tasted good.
Maybe I am all wrong about what his peter would taste like.  I wished I had
a girlfriend I could talk to about this.  But of course I would have to
make out that it was a boyfriend and not my brother.  I will keep the
secret because I love Bobby and I don't want anyone to think badly of us. I
have to pee too.  When I arrived in the kitchen I found Bobby had cooked
bacon, eggs, and toast.  "I was about to bring it up to you," he said. 
"That's okay.  I would rather eat here," I said and added, "Wow I'm
hungry!" "Me too," he said as he placed our food at places side by side.  I
sat at one of the places and he sat close beside me.  We ate in silence. 
He had made coffee but when he tasted it he said, "Don't drink the coffee.
I evidently don't know how to make coffee." "Everything else is good," I
said.  I touched his bare thigh with my left hand and said, "I bet you want
me to suck on your peter." "Carly, I said you don't have to do anything you
don't want to." "Yes but you want me to." "How could I not." "Go take a
shower.  Get all cleaned up.  When you come to my room I will try.  Okay?"
"Shower?  Your room..." he mumbled.  He stood and said, "Okay." He left the
kitchen.  He moved almost in slow motion.  I think he had resigned himself
to never getting a blow job.  Now that I had raised his expectations I
could not back out but if it did not taste good I would not be able to do
it.  Maybe if it did not taste bad I could do it, even though it did not
taste good.  Just so it doesn't taste bad, I told myself, I'll do it.  I
went to my room and stripped the sheets off my bed and put clean sheets on.
I took the soiled sheets to the laundry where I put them in the washer with
some other dirty clothes.  Bobby must have moved the clothes I had put in
the washer the other day to the dryer.  I checked...they were dry.  I found
my flannel pajamas and changed into them tossing the T-shirt in the washer.
I returned to my room.  I had not been there long when Bobby came in
wearing a towel around his waist.  The towel was tented out where his hard
peter pushed it out.  We smiled at each other.  I was very nervous.  More
nervous than I had been before each thing we had done so far.  I kept
telling myself I could not back out now.  Bobby appeared to not know what
to do.  I was sitting on the edge of my bed so I stood and told him to sit
where I had been.  I reached out and undid his towel exposing his peter.  I
sat on the floor between his feet.  I looked closely at his peter. 
Although he had washed and dried, there was a bead of moisture oozing from
his pee hole.  I said to myself, that is what can't taste bad.  I touched
the moisture with my index finger and brought the finger to the tip of my
tongue.  It tasted only slightly salty.  In fact it had almost no taste.  I
assured myself it did not taste bad.  I kissed the tip, sucking in another
drop of his peter oil.  Not bad, I assured myself again.  I licked around
the head end of his peter.  It had a clean taste.  I sucked the head in my
mouth and pushed it out with my tongue several times.  "Oh Carly...that
feels so good," he said.  I took a little more of his peter in my mouth. 
Remembering the vision of seeing the girl in the movie take the boys peter
deep in her mouth and remembered how she had said that if you begin to gag,
swallow and keep swallowing, I took his peter all into my mouth.  It
touched the back of my mouth and I gagged.  I spat it out before my
breakfast came up.  I took it deep again and this time I swallowed and the
tip started down my throat.  His peter was not long enough to go farther
but I continued to swallow.  "Oh wow Carly...oh wow," Bobby said.  I pulled
back and took it deep again, swallowing, swallowing, and swallowing.  I
repeated this several times and Bobby continued to tell me how wonderful it
felt.  I was beginning to feel confident that I was making him feel good
without grossing myself out.  I licked around his peter and began taking it
deep again.  Five or six times and Bobby announced, "Carly I'm gonna come."
"You mean you are gonna shoot already?" I asked as I lifted up part of the
towel he was sitting on to catch his stuff.  His stuff began to shoot and I
caught it all in the towel.  "Oh Carly, that was great, really great." I
looked at the pool of his stuff.  I thought that it kind of looked like
runny cake frosting.  Maybe it did not taste bad...maybe even good.  I
stuck the tip of my index finger in the warm pool.  I brought my finger up
close to my face.  I sniffed...it did not smell bad.  I touched my finger
to my tongue.  "Yuck," I said as I realized it had an unpleasant bitter
taste.  I looked up to Bobby and said, "Thank you for warning me.  I would
not want a mouthful of that stuff." "Oh Carly if real sex is any better
than that...well...I wonder why adults don't fuck all the time." "Do you
think real sex is better?" I asked.  "If it isn't people would be sucking
instead of fucking and the human race would die out.  Anyway we won't find
out until you are old enough to break your cherry." "You could find a girl
who would let you break her cherry." "I could," he said, "but Carly, I love
you so much that I don't want any other girl." That seemed so sweet that I
moved up and began kissing him.  We kissed for a long time and only stopped
because our tongues were getting tired.  We lay in each other's arms
feeling very relaxed.  I was about to drop off to sleep when a noise
outside caused us to jump up and go to the window.  There was a snowplow
moving the snow on our side road.  That meant the main roads were open. 
"You know Carly we need to agree on what we are going to do.  I love you so
much I want to be with you all the time," he said.  "I know Bobby but we
are too young and..." "We are brother and sister.  We are not supposed to
love each other in that way." He had said it.  We had both avoided saying
it.  "It's wrong...I mean...what we did is wrong.  Isn't it?" I asked. 
"Yeah, if either of us says anything to anyone we will both be punished. 
In fact I think...I could go to jail," Bobby said hesitantly.  "That can't
happen...I won't say anything and we have to pretend...you know..." "I
know...we have to...be like we always were so no one even..." We were both
crying with tears streaming from our eyes.  I handed him a tissue and
dabbed at my eyes with another.  We talked for hours about what we would
have to do to be like we had before so no one would suspect we were lovers.
We would keep our love secret and only express our love when we knew we are
safely alone.  At last about three o'clock we decided to go through the
house to make sure nothing was out of order.  We had agreed that when mommy
and daddy came home I would complain about Bobby hogging the TV with his
video game.  That would sound more normal than any other complaint and
after spending two days all alone we should have complaints.  "And I'll
complain about you bossing me around," Bobby added.  "Like uh...you told me
I couldn't sit around all day in my pajamas." "That sounds like both of
us," I said.  We both agreed that it was fun being brother and sister again
and we agreed that if either of us said or did anything to make the other
angry it was just part of the pretense.  We would never let anything come
between us even if we pretended that as brother and sister we couldn't live
with each other.  When mommy and daddy arrived home they had Donny with
them.  He greeted me like we had been apart for weeks or even months
hanging on me like he never had before.  Bobby and I pulled off our act of
being tired of being alone with each other.  We did a good job.  Mommy
said, "Daddy's got a surprise for everyone.  Since you didn't get into any
real fights or destroy anything and you didn't have to call Mrs.  Yates."
We followed daddy to the garage where he opened the back of the van and
pulled out a big flat screen TV.  We all helped daddy set up the new TV and
rearrange the family room so there was a video game corner and a TV corner.
Mommy said, "See how when you do things right, you get rewarded." "Yeah,
see sis," Bobby said in a sarcastic way.  I looked at him and stuck out my
tongue.  Things were back to normal and everyone thought that we were such
good kids for being able to take care of ourselves during the worst
snowstorm of the decade.  When school started we fell into a routine.  We
used the half hour before Donny got home as our private time.  Mondays he
would lick my pussy.  Tuesday I sucked on his peter.  Most Wednesday and
Thursdays we would spend with friends and on Fridays we would have our
pretend sex with him playing with my breasts and pushing his peter between
my thighs.  Several times we came close to getting caught but locking the
doors saved us and we were complimented more than once for being so
careful. When spring vacation came, Donny was allowed to spend the days
with a friend whose mother watched them.  That as mommy said, "Relieved
Bobby and Carly from the responsibility of taking care of Donny." Donny
would go with mommy and daddy when they went to work and they would drop
him at his friends.  As soon as they were gone Bobby would come to my room.
We would get naked except for my panties.  We would kiss and hug before he
would begin by playing with my tities.  I would begin to get excited and he
would put his peter between my thighs.  Sometimes I could feel his peter
pressing up and pushing my panties into my pussy.  I often wished we were
older so we could have real sex.  After he would shoot his stuff this way
he would go down and lick the juices from my pussy.  His long tongue would
lick deep in as though he was licking cream out of a bowl.  Then he would
go for my button and I would experience that wonderful, wonderful trip to
my erotic dream world where I completely lost control.  We then would have
breakfast where we always talked about our love for each other.  We would
then shower after which I would give him his daily blow job.  His peter had
grown a little and now when I took it deep I could feel it in my throat as
I swallowed around it.  He always pulled out and shot his stuff in a towel
so I did not have to taste it but on Friday I told him that when he knew he
was going to shoot I wanted to have him force his peter in my throat.  I
would swallow and he could shoot his stuff directly into my stomach.  I
felt his warm stuff surge down my throat.  I nearly gagged but I swallowed
my way through it.  The warm feeling in my tummy told me this was good. 
When he was done he pulled out and a trail of his stuff spread out on my
tongue.  This time it did not taste bad.  I wondered if I had changed or if
the taste of his stuff had changed.  In the next few months when I would
give him his Tuesday blow job I would taste his stuff.  Once in a while I
found it was unpleasantly bitter but most of the time it did not taste bad.
One day in June I told him to fill my mouth with his stuff.  When he was
done I swallowed and suddenly imagined myself as super girl with the
strength of his stuff in my stomach.  When I told him about this aberration
he laughed and whenever he wanted to shoot his stuff in my mouth he would
ask me if I wanted to be his super girl again.  Over the next year and a
half nothing much changed.  We had short periods when one of us would want
to stop but we would begin again.  One other thing we did was to pledge to
be faithful to each other.  When he turned 17 he had a girlfriend that he
went to school events with and I sometimes felt some jealousy.  He always
insisted that he loved me and our love would last forever.  He told me
every detail of what he and his girlfriend did.  He said that they kissed
but had done nothing more serious than French kissing.

   VII. A New School Year

   That September when school started Bobby was in the 11th grade, I was in
the 9th grade, and Donny was in the 7th grade.  We all arrived home on the
same bus so Bobby and I had no private time any more.  There would be a day
now and then when Donny would visit a friend and on those days Bobby and I
would enjoy each other.  Also, once or twice a week Bobby had after school
activities that kept him from arriving home until later so I had private
time with my little brother Donny.  It took me a while until one day in
early October I caught him beating off.  He was so scared.  He was in the
bathroom and I walked in.  There he was standing in front of the mirror
watching himself as he had his pants down and he was pumping on his peter.
He tried to hide what he was doing from me as I asked, "What were you
doing?" "Nothing," he answered.  "Yes you were," I insisted.  I went on,
"Now Donny, I want you to tell me what you were doing." "Nothing...I wasn't
doing anything," he insisted.  I moved close to him and he crouched down in
his attempt to hide.  I said, "Show me what you were doing." "Huh uh, no,"
he pleaded.  "You were beating off, weren't you?" I demanded.  He looked at
me with shock on his face.  He had never heard his sister use such words.
Tears began to flow from his eyes.  "Oh sweetheart, I didn't mean to make
you cry," I said as I wrapped my arms around him.  I whispered in his ear,
"A healthy 13-year-old boy needs to beat off every once in a while.  Now
let me see that peter of yours." "Huh uh," he said as he tried to squirm
away from me.  "I bet you've got a pretty peter.  Any brother of mine has
to have a pretty peter." He could not get away from me but I could not get
him in a position to be able to see his peter.  I began to tickle him.  We
did not have much history of tickling but he was soon helplessly under my
power and there was his peter sticking up like a handle that needed a hand
to make it work.  I wrapped my hand around it and began gently stroking it.
"No Carly, no!" he said as he continued to squirm.  "It's okay Donny; I
know what I'm doing." His peter grew firmer in my hand and Donny stopped
resisting me.  "Carly...Carly...I'm...I'm gonna..." "I know, you're gonna
come," I said.  I directed his peter to the side so that his stuff shot out
onto the floor.  As it did, I took note that his peter was nearly as big as
his brother's.  When his stuff slowed to a dribble I looked to his face. 
He looked frightened and I put a hand on either side of his face and
planted a kiss on his lips.  He attempted to twist away from me and I said,
"Oh come on give your big sister a big kiss." He still resisted and I said,
"If I can beat you off you can give me a kiss." His lips met mine and he
wrapped his arms around me.  My tongue met his closed lips but they parted
slowly.  Soon our tongues were swirling around each other.  It had been
several weeks since my little button had had a proper stimulation and at
this moment I felt it itch for attention.  When we broke from the kiss he
said, "I have always wanted to kiss you Carly." We kissed again and my
pussy said to me it wanted attention.  When the kiss ended I asked, "Have
you ever seen a girl beat off?" "I never knew girls beat off," he replied.
"Oh yes, girls beat off.  I do it often.  I feel like I need to do it now.
Would you like to watch?" "You mean it?  You'd really let me watch?" he
asked in surprise.  "Only if you promise never to tell anyone." "I'd never
tell anyone." "Think about it.  You're with your buddies and one of them is
bragging about how he did his girlfriend.  He says something that you know
can't be true and you say something about me.  You have to be sure not to
say anything." "I won't say anything to anyone." "Okay, let's get up off
the floor and go to my room." As I stood and helped him up I said, "Let me
clean this up first." I took a towel from the rack and wiped up the mess on
the floor.  While I did Donny pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.  I
brought the used towel and a fresh clean towel with me to my room.  Donny
followed close behind me.  In my room I spread the clean towel on my bed
and sat on it.  Donny stood several feet away.  I smiled at him and he
smiled nervously back at me.  I lay back on my bed and said, "I bet you
have never ever seen a pussy." "No," "You don't want to watch from over
there.  Come over here and sit on the edge of the bed so you can get a good
look," I said as I patted the bed where I wanted him to sit.  He followed
my directions and I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and lowered the
zipper on my jeans.  His silly smile looked cute as he watched with an
unwavering stare at what I was doing.  I raised my butt and lowered my
jeans.  I pulled them all the way off and tossed them aside.  I ran my
fingers over my very wet panties and said, "That's not pee...its pussy
juice that tells me I need to play with myself." "Yeah," he squeaked as his
voice cracked.  "Don't be nervous," I said as I slipped down my panties.  I
had been trimming my pussy hair quite short so that it looked neat.  I
spread my legs wide so Donny could get a good look.  "What do you think?" I
asked.  "Pretty," he squeaked.  "You think." "Yeah, it's the prettiest
thing I have ever seen," he said.  "Thank you but I don't think it is
prettier that your peter.  Now look what happens when I open it up.  See
there are lots of folds of skin to hold onto a peter when I'm old enough to
have a peter in there and all this juice is meant to make it slippery so a
peter will slip in easily." "Gee," he said.  "Now with my fingers all
covered with pussy juice I rub like this," I instructed as I began to rub
at my little button.  "This is how girls beat off." I looked at his face
and he had a look of amazement.  I reached my highs much faster than usual.
My head rolled back, I closed my eyes, and moaned loudly.  When I opened my
eyes I caught him adjusting his peter.  "Your hard again aren't you?"
"Yeah," he said and I noted his face turned red.  "Well, that's to be
expected.  I'd play with you again but mom and dad are due home in a few
minutes.  We don't ever want to get caught and we will never tell mom and
dad either.  We'll play some more when we are alone again." All the while I
was talking I was pulling up my panties and putting on my jeans.  "You mean
it?  We'll play with each other again?" he asked.  "Oh yes, any time we are
sure of being alone and if you want to we will play like we are lovers."
"Will you let me stick my peter in your pussy?" "No, we are way too young
to do that but there are lots of other things we will do." "Like what?" he
asked.  "Come here and give me a kiss and we will talk the next time we are
alone." He scooted to me and nearly lay on top of me as we kissed.  His
tongue is long and he became a good kisser in no time at all.  I wondered
how he would respond if I asked him to lick my pussy.  Maybe I should suck
him off before I ask him to eat me out.  Maybe tomorrow or maybe that is
moving too fast.  It was Thursday and my turn to read that evening.  When
Donny came to sit beside me he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.  Bobby,
ever the observant one said, "What's this...Donny kissing his sister?"
"Just thanking her for being so nice to me," Donny said as he cuddled up
close to me.  My pussy tingled as I thought about having a second lover. 
As I opened the book I wondered if I should tell each of them about the
other.  We had a school holiday in October but mommy and daddy had to work
so as soon as they left Bobby came to my room and we did our favorite where
he spooned behind me with his peter between my thighs and he played with my
button.  I was able to keep from moaning loudly.  After we had both come we
kiss a long kiss and then he told me he had to go do something with his
friends.  I told him I would miss him but maybe Donny could fill in for
him. "Sure, go ahead," he said as he prepared to leave.  As soon as Bobby
left I went to Donny's door and tapped on it lightly.  I heard his voice
but I could not make out what he said.  I opened his door slightly and
asked, "Can I come in?" He invited me in and I entered his room.  He was
still in bed and he looked like he had just awakened.  I told him Bobby had
left and would be gone for most of the day so we could do anything he
wanted to do.  "Can I watch you again?" he asked.  "Of course if that is
what you want.  But there are other things we could do." "Like what?" "Why
don't we both get naked and hug and kiss to start with?" I asked.  "Okay,"
he said as he sat up in bed and pulled off his pajama top.  I unbuttoned my
pajama top a little slower and when I opened it up Donny's eyes grew large.
"Wow, Carly you got tits," he said.  "Well yeah." "No I mean you got tits.
Tits big enough to suck on," he tried to explain.  "Would you like to suck
on them?" "Do they give milk?" "No but I bet you would enjoy sucking on
them," I said.  I sat down on his bed and moved close to him.

   He just sat there staring.  I knew he was taking in every detail of
shape and color.  I placed a hand under one breast and moved even closer to
him.  My tittie was only about six inches from his mouth.  He licked his
lips, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Really, you're gonna let me..." "Do
it now or I might change my mind." He plunged forward, taking my tittie in
his mouth.  I cradled his head in my hands.  He eagerly nursed like a
hungry child.  My body responded with those now familiar feelings deep down
in my womb.  I again wondered if when I had a baby I would get these same
feelings when I nursed.  I remembered back to the first time Bobby had
sucked on my tits, I had a full blown orgasm.  Now I went up but not all
the way.  After a few minutes I encouraged him to try the other tittie. 
After a few more minutes I became bored so I said, "There's more to do." I
pulled away from him and lowered my pajama bottoms.  He just watched me so
I said, "Your turn." Still on his bed he removed his pajama bottoms.  His
peter waved around provocatively as he moved.  He looked at me and said,
"You still got panties on." "That's okay," I said as I climbed on the bed
with him.  I lay on top of him as I laid him back with his head on his
pillow.  We kissed passionately with lots of tongue activity.  I pressed my
breasts against his chest and my belly against his peter.  I wiggled so
that his peter was stimulated and he hunched against me.  Soon his hips
moved so that his peter was rubbing into my belly button.  I was sure that
I was not getting the stimulation that he was but it was still enjoyable.
Before long he moaned into my mouth and I felt the warm feeling of his hot
stuff on tummy.  After several hard thrusts of his hips he relaxed.  I
pulled back from the kiss and asked, "How's that?" "Carly, I can't
believe...I mean...oh golly...uh...did we...uh...did we have sex?" "We had
play sex...not real sex," I explained.  "It's okay...I mean...we can
play..." "Donny, we can play at sex all we want as long as no one else
knows.  If you tell anyone we won't be able to do it anymore and I might go
to jail." "Then it's wrong but we can still do it?" he asked.  "Anything
that feels so good can't be all wrong.  I think the only reason why it is
wrong is that older people think that they have to keep us from playing so
that we don't do the real thing.  So if we don't do real sex, whatever we
do is okay; but still we can't tell anyone." "Gee Carly, that's almost the
same thing I thought when I played with myself." "Great minds, huh?" I
asked before kissing him again.  As we kissed I felt his peter growing ever
so slowly as it slid through the pool of his hot stuff still trapped
between us.  I thought about the power I held over this little brother of
mine.  I wondered if Bobby felt the same way about me.  Another thought
was, how long I would be able to keep them from knowing about each other.
After he had grown hard again he began hunching against me.  I realized I
had not enjoyed an orgasm with him so I rolled off and lay on my back
beside him.  "Pull off my panties," I instructed.  "What?" he said as if
surprised.  "You are going to play with my pussy." "Oh!" he exclaimed as he
sat up and began fumbling with my panties.  After some struggle he pulled
them all the way off.  "Now, take a little time getting familiar with my
pussy.  There's a lot more to it than a peter." I opened my pussy with my
fingers and added, "You see there are outer lips and inner lips, and no
teeth.  It is all designed to milk a peter dry.  It likes fingers too." I
slid fingers in and out.  I continued, "The juices that flow make it
slippery and the biggest surprise of all is right up here." I moved my
moist fingers up to my button.  "I call this my little button.  It is like
a tiny little peter and when it is rubbed, it gives me all the feelings you
have when you shoot your stuff.  Go ahead, touch it." At first he touched
me rather tentatively but soon he was opening me wide and peering down
inside.  He would stick a finger in and pull it out.  "You've got lots of
juice Carly." "Use some of it to rub on my button," I suggested.  He rubbed
over and around my button lightly.  It felt good but I wanted more.  "That
feels good, but if you want to make me really feel good you have to rub
harder." He did and I immediately felt those lovely spasms that I enjoyed
so much.  I moaned my pleasure and he stopped.  He asked, "Are you okay."
"Yes sweetie it feels so good I can't keep quiet.  Now keep going until I
tell you to stop." He continued and I went up into that heavenly world of
pleasure.  I was trying not to scream but when I heard myself scream, he
stopped.  I shouted, a little more angrily than I had intended, "Don't
stop!" He continued and soon I went over the edge.  As I relaxed I said,
"You can stop." "Good golly Carly, you really enjoy getting off don't you?"
"Yeah, I do," I whispered as I continued in the afterglow.  "I wish I could
enjoy it that much," he said.  "We'll do something one of these days to
make you feel that good.  Right now how would you like to take a shower
with me and we will get all cleaned up?" "I'm starving," he said.  "We'll
eat right after our shower," I said as I picked up my pajamas and led him
to the bathroom.  I regulated the shower so that it was good and warm.  I
pushed him in and followed him.  Standing behind him, I soaped him up
scrubbing with only my hands.  Soon I had his peter in one hand and I was
pumping him rapidly.  In short order he shot a load of his stuff on the wet
wall.  I watch it wash off the wall and down the drain.  I rinsed the soap
off him and shoved him out of the shower.  I quickly washed myself and
followed behind him.  "I didn't bring any clothes with me," he said.  "Well
no one is in the house.  Just go to your room and get dressed." He left and
I soon went to my room and dressed in my usual.  I was hungry also and I
hurried.  I reached the kitchen just before he did.  I asked, "What would
you like?" "How about pancakes?" he asked.  I thought about the waffles
Bobby and I had that first day we were alone.  "I'll make waffles if you
make hot chocolate," I said.  "Okay." The rest of the day we talked,
kissed, hugged, but did nothing more than that.  I told him I had thought a
lot about what we could do and I wanted him to look forward to the next
time we could be alone.  To be continued in Chapter VIII.  Time Flies