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 Pink (m/f inc slow) By Pauley

   I had been out with some friends that afternoon, and was felling pretty
good when I got home.  We had played a couple of games of pick-up soccer in
the park and had done quite well.  As the summer went on we were getting
quite good; not surprising, the amount of time we spent playing.

   As I walked up to the door I could hear that there was some kind of
commotion going on inside.  I thought that maybe it was about me; I was a
little late for dinner and sometimes my Mom got upset if we weren't all
ready to eat at the exact moment that she wanted to serve the food.  I
opened the door slowly and quietly hoping that I might be able to sneak in
without anyone noticing.  As it turned out it didn't matter.  No one was
paying any attention to my entry.  My parents were standing in the living
room shouting at my older sister.  There were several things that were a
little shocking about the scene: one is that my parents rarely got mad
enough to shout; another is that my Dad, who is rarely very aggressive, was
standing pointing down at Alison, my sister, with a very aggressive motion
in a very aggressive stance; my Mom looked like she was close to tears with
the whole scene; Alison was shrinking back from Dad's onslaught and was
openly crying; and last but no where near least was that Alison had very
pink hair.

   This last thing might have caught my eye last, but was really the most
important thing going on in the room.  It was obviously what the whole
affair was about.  Dad was shouting something about being a whore (Alison
was the last thing from a whore, what was he thinking?), Mom was looking
quite obviously at Alison's hair and making a slight moaning noise and Alie
was sobbing.

   "Get to your room!  Your grounded!" my Dad shouted.  Alie took this
opportunity to extricate herself from the situation and ran down the hall,
slamming her door after her.

   I was in shock, as probably were my parents.  The pink hair was rather
unlike anything that Alie had done before.  I knew that my Mom had taken
Alie to get a hair cut yesterday, and that Alie was upset with the style
that Mom had forced on her.  Alie had worn her hair rather long and
straight for a number of years, but what she had come back from the salon
with was quite short.  At it's longest it went to about the middle of her
neck and poofed out a bit toward the ends.  I don't know the technical
details, but it was quite a change.  I thought it was kinda cute on her,
and I think Mom was just trying to get Alie to wear her hair in a bit more
of a mature style.  They sometimes made comments about how she looked like
a hippie, or a flower-child.  Alie, though, loved her long hair and was
distraught at what Mom had forced on her.

   "Hmph!" Dad said, turning and walking into the other room where I heard
the TV come on.

   "I better get dinner on the table," Mom sniffled heading toward the
kitchen, leaving me alone in the room.

   Dad wouldn't let me get Alie when we sat down at the dinner table, so I
suffered through a quiet meal with my sullen parents.  Mom let me take a
plate of food in to Alie after we were done, though.  She was lying on her
bed, still sniffling.  I put the plate down on her desk and sat beside her
on the bed, sitting sideways, one hand lightly touching her side to show my
support.

   "Can you believe the things he said to me?" she asked miserably.

   "He's just mad.  You know how he likes everything to be just so.  Any
little variation from what he deems to be normal and he has trouble dealing
with it.  I'm sure he didn't really mean what he said," I told her
seriously, bending down to give her a hug.

   Her arms came around me and clutched me tightly to her.  I really meant
it to be a short little hug, but she held me tightly not letting me go.  I
felt her shake lightly as she sobbed a few times.  I felt so helpless, I
didn't know what to do to make her feel better.  We were very close, both
in age and emotionally.  We depended on each other a lot, and we spent
quite a bit of time together.  Both of our parents worked full time, but
ever since we were young they expected us to come home right after school;
no going to friends' houses, or having friends over.  They were slackening
off a little bit now that we were older, but it suddenly occurred to me
that this incident might have pushed that back a little bit.  We thought we
were quite grown up, but with Alie at 14 and me just turned 13 I don't
think our parents thought so.

   I kept hugging her shoulders, telling her everything was going to be OK,
her arms wrapped tightly around me.  I turned my head and kissed the side
of her head a few times, not knowing what else to do.

   I slowly became aware that my back was getting sore, bent over in the
position I was in.  I slowly rotated my hips so that I was lying on the
bed, my legs beside hers, our torsos still clutched together.

   "Uncomfortable?" she muttered into my shoulder.

   "Much better now," I said into her hair, kissing her again.

   Her arms slackened on me and I rolled over her to lie on my side along
her left side, one arm over her tummy.  From where I was I got a good
up-close view of her formerly dirty-blond hair, my hand coming up to touch
it.  The colour was actually a rather pale pink, but pink none the less.

   "I can't believe that witch made me get this hair cut," she said
angrily, her body tensing beside me.  "She didn't even ask me, just told
the stylist what she wanted.  I couldn't see what was going on, she had me
facing away from the mirror, but I knew she was cutting a lot off.  I just
didn't realize she was cutting so much off!  I look like a Pixie!"

   "I think it looks really cute," I said gently, hoping my tone of voice
would calm her down a little.  "It's definitely a big change from before,
but I like it.  Sometimes a change is good." My hand was stroking her hair
now, my fingers running through it.  I always liked it when people did that
to me.  My Mom used to do that, and called it a scalp massage.  I thought
the word 'scalp' was a stupid word, but the action felt really nice.

   She looked over at me with a distrusting cant to her mouth.

   "I do!" I insisted.  "I like how it curls around on the ends like that.
Your hair was so long before that it never got a chance to curl.  Your hair
has a whole new attitude now."

   "Ugh," she said with disgust, now a little calmer.  "I hate it."

   "Well, the good thing is," I told her, "it'll keep growing and before
you know it, it'll be as long as before again."

   "Yeah, in a couple of years!" she said, now much calmer than before, the
hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

   "I think the guys are gonna love it," I said genuinely

   "You think so?" her hand now going to her hair and feeling it's length.

   "Of course," I assured her.  "I'm a guy, aren't I?  I like it."

   She looked over at me again.  "I guess you are a guy," she smiled and
kissed me lightly on the nose.  "Thanks for making me feel better."

   There was a pause, me now quite glad that I was able to calm her down
and hoping that I might have given her a positive perspective on the issue
that she could think about.  "How did you do it?" I asked after a few
minutes.

   "I was over at Katie's place and we were talking about makeup and stuff.
You know, girl stuff.  She said that since I already had a big look change
I should keep going.  She says since we're out for the summer now's a good
time to do it.  She said she's been thinking of changing her hair colour,
and asked if I wanted to, too.  I said I was a little scared, I already had
a big change to deal with, but she finally convinced me saying that we
would both do it.

   "She said the best way is to try it out is to use a temporary colour
rather than a permanent one.  We looked though her cupboards and found a
couple of different flavours of Kool-Aid.  She had a box of Black Cherry
that she was planning to use, and I had orange, cherry and pink lemonade to
choose from.  I wasn't really sure about the others, but the pink lemonade
looked like a nice soft colour, not too bright, and I thought I might look
like Lady Gaga.  So, that's what we did."

   I leaned in and inhaled deeply from Alie's hair.  "Yummy."

   Katie was Alie's best friend.  They had been inseparable since
kindergarten always did everything together, so it didn't surprise me that
they did this together, too.  Katie was actually the first girl who really
caught my eye.  She had always been around, but when she was 12 she started
growing hips and breasts.  It took me a while to really notice that, me
being a year and a half younger, but here was this girl who was always
around who was suddenly a young woman, and quite a cute one, too.  It was
quite a shock to my system when this thought finally registered with me
when I was 11 or so, and even though Katie and I always got along really
well I think I went a week or so without saying a word to her.  I found
myself really shy and nervous every time she was around.  Ever since then
I've had a little crush on her but she doesn't know it.  She was my first
real-person masturbatory fantasy.  Prior to thinking of her in that way it
was always the women in my Dad's Playboys flitting across the insides of my
eyelids while my hands were busy stroking my erect penis.

   I couldn't help, now, letting my mind wander, tying to imagine what
Katie's brown hair would look like with Black Cherry in it.  I imagined
black with red highlights and it made me smile a little.

   Alie looked over at me, a smile growing on her face, too.  "You're
wondering how Katie looks with her new hair colour, aren't you?" she
accused, poking me in the tummy with her finger.  "Well, just for your
information, she looks pretty cute.  Not as cute as me, but almost," she
winked at me giggling and poking me again.

   "She'll never be as cute as you," I said patronizingly.  I did think
Alie was really cute, and locked away way in the back of my mind where I
never brought them out for scrutiny were the memories of glimpses of her in
her bra and panties that I had been lucky enough to catch over the years
since I'd been looking.  I would never admit it aloud but she was another
real-person guest in my masturbation fantasies.  I'm not sure that there's
anything that gets me going as quickly as the image of her pretty face
perched atop her delicate shoulders; her soft breasts cradled in pink lace;
her soft flat tummy; her cute little belly button; her hips pulling taut a
pair of pink lace low-rise panties that the slope of her tummy disappeared
under; the triangle of those panties leading down to the spot where her
thighs didn't quite meet, where the material turned and headed out of
sight, where the flatness and smoothness contrasted so sharply with my own
equipment in that location, where just the faintest hint of her cleft could
be detected, whether a slight indentation in the material as it followed
her or a slight shadow through the lace I wasn't sure; her soft thighs; her
cute knobby knees; her pretty, slightly pigeon-toed feet.

   But, as they say, I digress.

   "Oh, you lier," she said slapping me lightly on the tummy.  "You love
her and you know it.  I've seen how you look at her, all googlie-eyed. 
You'd jump her bones if she gave you the slightest chance."

   "What?" I can't believe it.  I thought it was my secret.  "I would not!
Well, maybe if she begged me."

   "Pthhh.  You'd do it if she winked at you."

   It's always good to know when to give up on the ruse.  "What can I say?
I'm a guy.  I'd do it with any girl who winked at me."

   Alie giggled, rolling toward me and poking me in the tummy again.  She
looked me right in the eye and gave me an exaggerated wink before breaking
out in giggles again.

   I would have stuck my tongue out at her if we hadn't been almost
nose-to-nose.  Instead I thought I'd play along with her game and with
exaggerated moves I pushed her over on her back, rolled on top of her and
pressed my lips to hers.  She paused for a second and kissed back before
breaking out in giggles again and pushing me off her.

   "Get off me, Horny-boy," she giggled

   "Careful who you wink at, Girly," I laughed back at her.

   We laughed and rolled around on the bed for a few more minutes before we
calmed down and relaxed again lying side by side.  Alie looked over at me
with a thoughtful look on her face, like she was trying to decide
something. "You want to see something Mom and Dad don't know?" she asked
me?

   "OK."

   She reached down and popped the button on her white denim shorts,
following that by pushing down her zipper.  The waistband of a pair of
purple satin panties came into view, topped by a tiny bow of matching
material.  I swallowed hard, my mind trying it's hardest to memorize what
she was showing me.  She paused for a second after pulling the flaps of her
shorts open, making me wonder why it would matter to our parents that she
was wearing purple satin panties.  I knew she had smaller ones, and sheerer
ones, and Mom often did the wash.  I didn't really spend much time thinking
about that, though, rather enjoying the view down between her breasts,
along her flat tummy and down to her cute little panties.

   Alie finally gave a little sigh and grabbing the waistband of her
panties with the thumb and fore-finger of each hand she pulled it away from
her body and down slightly.  Into view came her pubic hair which I stared
at for long seconds before it registered that this hair was coloured pink,
too.

   "Oh my god, Alie!  You coloured all your hair!" I swallowed hard again,
a smile braking out on my face.  I wanted to laugh with her about it, but
even more I wanted to look there for as long as she would let me.  Even
more I wanted to get up on my knees and take a closer look, but I didn't
think I had time for that, and I didn't want to scare her.  She was taking
a big step in showing me this, and I wanted to show her she could trust me.
I hadn't seen Alie naked since we were little kids and would bathe
together. She didn't look now anything like she looked back then, nor had I
been very interested in how she looked.  But I was now, and I didn't want
to spoil any possibility of future opportunities.

   Her fingers suddenly let go of her panties, the waistband snapping back
against her tummy, the sound snapping me out of my daze.  I looked up into
her face with a big smile and laughed.  "Good job, Alie," I told her.

   She had a slightly worried look on her face, her bottom lip held between
her teeth, but a smile broke out with my words and she giggled with me.  "I
thought you'd like that, Horny-boy."

   We giggled and rolled around some more, tickling each other.  We hadn't
had so much physical contact since we were kids and I think we both liked
it.  I felt really close to her, and I think she felt the same.  We hugged
a little between tickles, then ticked some more, squirming around on the
bed.  I noticed that Alie didn't make any move to do up her shorts and
while she wiggled around they had come quite loose.  At one point while I
clutched her to me in a hug so that she couldn't tickle me I looked down
her back and saw most of her cute little bum covered in just her purple
panties.

   After a while we were just hugging on the bed, lying side by side,
calming down from our physical play.  I was trying not to press my pelvis
against her, since I didn't really want her to know that I had a raging
hard on.  Finally I let her go and rolled onto my back.  Alie propped her
head up in her hand and looked over at me, her face flushed.  I watched as
her eyes moved down my body, coming to rest on the obvious bulge in my
shorts.  I was hoping that she wouldn't know what it was, but that seemed
unlikely.  I took the opportunity to let me eyes wander down her body, too.
Her t-shirt was quite tight, especially after all her squirming around and
her breasts (A-cup I knew from peeking in her drawers) were quite
prominent, her nipples poking out the fabric.

   The bottom of her shirt had pulled up a little, and it seemed like a
long ways down to the top of her panties, almost all of her tummy exposed
and part of the slope of her pelvis.  The waistband of her shorts was down
to almost the bottom of her hips, showing all of her panties.  I couldn't
help but stare, but when I brought my eyes up to hers again she was looking
into mine with a smile on her lips.

   "I might as well have taken them off," she said, biting her lower lip
between her teeth and giving another slightly exaggerated wink.

   "I guess so," I said winking back at her, the dare in my tone.

   Still looking directly into my eyes Alie squirmed around a little,
wiggling first her hips, then her legs, before finally swinging her top leg
up toward us, flinging her shorts at me and hitting me in the head.

   "Hey!" I said, pulling the shorts away from my face and looking down to
revel in Alie's panty-clad splendor.  "You're right, that's much better," I
said with a big smile.

   "Horny-boy!" Alie accused before swinging her legs off the bed and
getting to her feet.  "Now get out of here so I can have my dinner." She
stood in front of me with her hip cocked to one side, one hand on her hip.
It seemed to me that if she really wanted me to get up she would have moved
out of the way more, but instead she stood there, displaying herself for
me. Finally she turned on her heel and strode over to her desk where I had
left her plate.  Her hips seemed to swing a little more than usual as I
admired her trim little bum moving under the material of her panties.

   I stood up, and before leaving, went to where she was sitting and leaned
over, kissing her cheek.  "Enjoy."

   As I was heading for the door I saw her shorts on the bed where I'd left
them so I quickly picked them up and took them with me before she noticed.

   -

   That night I was reading a book in bed before turning off the light.  I
was dressed in my normal night attire of just boxer shorts.  I sometimes
switched that up with briefs, but it was usually boxers these days.  I
found briefs to be much more comfortable to wear on a daily basis,
sometimes I found the freedom that boxers afforded to be a bit distracting.
At school the looseness of the boxers meant my penis moved around more, and
that sometimes lead to spontaneous hard-ons.  Briefs weren't quite as
exciting, but the last thing I needed was any help getting an erection
during a school day.

   My Mom had bought me some boxers recently, even though I told her I
liked briefs better.  I found, though, that they were quite comfortable to
sleep in, so that's the duty they were put to most of the time.  I have to
admit, though, that sometimes I wore boxers during the day just for some
fun.  Sometimes it's entertaining to go to the mall and wander around with
an erection.

   There was a light tapping at the door and I heard Alie's voice calling
my name quietly.

   "Come in, sis."

   She was dressed in a white shorty nightie, the hem of which just covered
whatever panties she was wearing underneath.  She quietly closed the door
and stood a little awkwardly, glancing around the room.

   "You little shit," she said, her posture straightening when her eyes
fell on her white jean shorts lying on my floor.  I hadn't tried to hide
them from her, I just thought it was funny to take them from her room. 
"Daddy came to my room this evening and apologized for being so mean to me.
When he knocked in my door I was still just in my panties and I went to put
these on, but I couldn't find them." Now the garment was in her hand and
being shaken at me.  "I had to dive into my closet to find something else
to wear and all I found was a little skirt that belongs to Katie.  It's a
little small for me, and even though he apologized I could see the
disapproving look in his eyes.  I think I flashed him a couple of times
accidentally," she giggled at that a bit, and the tension drained from her
body.  She sat down on the edge of my bed, looking at the shorts in her
hand.  She went on to explain that Daddy had said he and Mom were
disappointed with what she had done, but that he had overreacted.  They
weren't going to ground her, but he said when the color washed out of her
hair they would rethink it if she put more color in.

   "I'm sorry, Alie.  I didn't mean to cause you more trouble, I just
thought it would be kinda funny."

   "It was, I guess.  I was rummaging around on the floor of my closet
looking for something to wear with my bum up in the air.  I'm glad Daddy
didn't just walk in," she giggled again.  "But I'm sure he got a good look
at my panties anyway, 'cause I couldn't keep them covered with that little
skirt."

   The image of her purple-clad bum sticking up in the air, and her
flashing my Dad momentarily stole my attention.

   "I'm surprised you took my shorts and not my panties," she looked at me
slyly.

   "Well, you were still wearing your panties," I answered, returning her
sly look.

   "Too bad for you," she swatted me on the chest.

   "Not really..." I trailed off, turning my head a bit and looking toward
the ceiling, as though I was remembering her in her panties (which I was).
"Besides," I said, "I already have a drawer full of your panties." I didn't
really, but I could describe just about every pair she had.

   "You're nasty, Horny-Boy" she swatted at me again.  I think she then
realized that she was hitting my bare chest.  "Are you naked!?" she asked,
the thought scandalising her.

   I was sitting up in bed, but my duvet was pulled up to my waist and so
covered my boxers.  I tried to give her a look as though she'd caught me at
something.  "No..." I said, grasping the edge of the duvet.

   "Oh my god, you are!" she accused, her eyes going big.  I wasn't much of
an actor, but she seemed to buy my performance.  She grabbed at my duvet
trying to pull it down to take a look.  I held on for a few seconds before
letting her pull it away revealing my boxers.  "You liar," she accused,
suddenly launching herself at me, knocking the book out of my hand and
landing on top of me.

   I was startled for a second, but then started wrestling her back.  It
was a continuation of our earlier wrestling.  Both of us are about the same
size, although I'm younger.  We're at that point where I'm going to pass
her by in size, but it hadn't happened yet.  Instead we're fairly well
matched, although I'm a little stronger.  We rolled around on the bed, both
of us trying to grab the other's hands and go for a pin.  In the end I
ended up on top, pinning her arms to the bed above her head, sitting on her
pelvis, both of us breathing hard.  "Give up?" I challenged her.

   "Never!" she retorted, squirming around trying to dislodge me, but not
quite able to.  "You're lucky I've had a long day and I'm tired, or else
we'd be reversed and then you'd be in trouble."

   "Yeah, I guess it's my lucky day," my voice thick with sarcasm.

   "OK, you win.  Let me up."

   I rolled off her, thudding to the bed beside her, now quite exhausted
and trying to catch my breath.  She didn't move at all, her arms still
above her head, her chest rising and falling at a similar rate to mine.  I
could see that her nipples were quite erect and they drew my eyes as they
moved up and down with her breathing.  I also noticed that her nightie had
drawn up, the hem of which was well above her small, almost transparent
white panties.  I could even make out the slight pink tint of her newly
colored pubic hair.

   I looked back up to her face and saw that she was looking down my body,
too.  Her eyes were fixed on my boxers, and when I looked down I realized
that not only had our exertions given me an erection, but the head of my
penis was sticking out of the fly of my boxers.  These boxers had a little
button in the middle of the fly to close the opening, but I rarely did it
up: it was much easier to masturbate if I had good access.
"Oops," I said, reaching down and quickly trying to do up the little
button.  I wasn't very familiar with how it closed, since I rarely did

that, so it took much longer that I had hoped.  "Sorry about that," I said.

   "It's OK.  You know in Ancient Greece they used to wrestle in the nude,"
she said with a bit of a far-away look in her eyes, which were still
watching my hand trying to do up the button,

   My fingers paused in their task, my mind trying to figure out if she was
saying we should just wrestle in the nude.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to do
that, I'd probably never win another match, enjoying letting her pin me
each time.  Finally I decided she was joking and went back to my task. 
"They sure don't make these easy to do up," I said.

   "Forget it, then.  You're covered up, and it's not a big deal anyway.  I
showed you my pubic hair before."

   "Yeah, I guess so," I said, my hands nervously leaving the confounding
button, but making sure my penis was back inside and covered.  I was still
quite hard and I was a little afraid it would find it's way back out the
hole again, but Alie didn't seem too worried about it, so I tried not to
be. I wondered if she could still see it pressing out the fabric.

   "I already know you're always horny, Horny-Boy, so it's no big deal,"
she said looking back up at my face and giving me her exaggerated wink
again and giggling.

   Alie rolled toward me, propping herself up on one arm and looked down at
me.  "I just wanted to say thanks again for cheering me up earlier.  That
was really nice."

   "What are brother's for?" I asked rhetorically.

   "I have no idea, really," she answered with a wicked gleam in her eye.

   "Well, I've never been so insulted in all my life," I said dramatically,
rolling away from her as though I didn't want to look at her anymore.

   She grabbed my shoulder pulling me onto my back again and quickly jumped
on top of me, straddling my hips and wrestling my hands above my head.  I
put up a little resistance, but was rather tired from our earlier bout and
just let her take me.

   "Ha ha!" she said, the traditional exclamation of the victor, while
smiling down at me.  I wiggled my hips a bit in a token effort to dislodge
her, but she held me down.  Suddenly she got a funny look on her face and
looked down to where she was sitting on my hips.  The fly of my boxers had
come open again and the full length of my hard penis was now available,
although only the end was visible up to where her pantie-clad crotch was
sitting on it.  After a few seconds of looking at our junction she said "I
guess it's half Ancient Greek wrestling we're doing," giggling again.

   I felt myself turning red from embarrassment, and that made Alie giggle
even more.  She gave me another exaggerated wink, then leaned down and
pressed her lips to mine.  "You're such a Horny-Boy, but I love you," she
said before she sat up putting her whole weight on my pelvis.  I looked
down and it looked like her vulva were split around my penis.  She moved
her pelvis once forward and back, and I'm pretty sure I almost came, then
she jumped off the bed and headed for the door.  She paused at the door and
turned back to me, lifting her nightie to show me her panties.

   "Sleep well, Horny-Boy," she said, one hand holding the hem of her
nightie to her tummy.

   "Those panties are so transparent you might was well not be wearing
them. I can clearly see your pink pubic hair," I told her trying to
embarrass her as much as I was embarrassed, still lying on my bed exposed.

   She paused for a second before grasping the waistband of her panties
with both hands and pushing them to the floor.  Stepping one foot out of
them she used the toes of the other foot to awkwardly flip them into the
air so she could catch them in her hand.  The other hand still held the hem
of her nightie to her tummy, giving me a fantastic look at her pink curls.
Unlike the last time, though, I could clearly make out the deep pink color
of her vulva and the darker cleft between them.

   She gave me another big wink before stepping though the door and pulling
it closed behind her.  As soon as the door was closed I grasped my penis (I
told you it was handy to leave the fly open) and started stroking for all I
was worth.  I had the momentary glimpse of the full length of her vulva in
my mind from when her legs scissored, kicking her panties into the air.  In
just a few seconds I was squirting come all over my chest in the most
amazing orgasm I'd ever had.

   I thought I heard Alie's bed squeaking a little bit as I drifted off to
sleep, but I might have made that up.

   -

   The next day was Saturday and when I arrived in the kitchen for
breakfast Mom and Alie were already there, Mom washing dishes, and Alie
sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.  They both looked at me and
smilingly wished me a good morning.  Mom was dressed for the day, but I
noticed that Alie was still wearing the nightie she'd had on last night,
just like I was still wearing just my boxers.

   Finishing the dishes and drying her hands on a tea towel Mom said "Dad
had to go in to work this morning, some emergency he had to take care of.
I'm going to do some shopping and should be back later this afternoon.  I
don't suppose either of you would like to come with me, would you?"

   When I was younger I liked to go shopping with my Mom, but lately I've
enjoyed staying home, or going out with friends more.  With school being
out for the summer I was getting used to relaxing in the mornings.  Maybe
I'd head down to the mall in the afternoon to see who's hanging out there.
Alie and I both muttered our disinterest, and Mom gathered her purse
getting ready to leave, while I got myself a bowl of cereal and joined Alie
at the table.

   I again admired Alie's new haircut and color.  The style changed the
look of her face quite a bit.  She looked like a different person, a little
more mature, but the pink in her hair gave her a playful look that suited
her personality.  She caught me staring at her and gave me a sly smile as
she got up to put her empty bowl in the sink, the sound of her bowl
punctuated by the sound of Mom's car starting and the tires crunching in
the gravel driveway.  She turned to face me, leaning back against the
counter.

   I looked at the bottom of her nightie, wondering if she'd put her
panties back on or not.  I couldn't really tell since the hem was lower
than her crotch, and the white material was thick enough that no hint of
her pink hair showed through.  She leaned back a little, causing the hem to
lift up tantalizingly close to where I should be able to tell, but not
quite close enough.  I looked into her eyes and she was enjoying giving me
a show without giving me a show.  Without a word she gave me her big wink
and walked out the doorway.  My eyes were glued to her ass trying to answer
my question, but I still couldn't really tell.  I didn't think I saw any
panty lines, though.

   When I'd finished my breakfast I headed back to my room, looking in
Alie's doorway as I went by.  She was lying on her bed, on her tummy,
flipping through a magazine, and the hem of her nightie was lying just at
the bottom of the slope of her bum.  With her legs closed I still couldn't
really tell if she was wearing panties or not, but it sure didn't look like
it.  There was nothing pushing against her nightie but her bum, I was
pretty sure.  Maybe she was wearing a g-string, since I knew she had at
least one pair.

   I decided I really wanted to know, so I went in and sat down beside her
on her bed.  She turned her head to look at me, but only moved her upper
body so that she could see.  I glanced down and there was no change in the
placement of her nightie hem.  I asked her what she had planned for the
day, and with a little smile, noticing that I had looked down at her ass,
she told me that she didn't have anything much planned.  She was going to
meet Katie at the mall at 2, but till then she was just going to take it
easy.  I told her that was pretty much my plan, too.  She was adjusting her
posture a little bit, trying to get a more comfortable position to see me,
but I didn't help her, just staying where I was, hoping that I might catch
a glimpse of something with her movements.

   Finally, not able to get comfortable and still have a conversation, she
rolled over, but also reached down to hold the hem of her nightie down
while she did.  My eyes were glued to the spot, hoping that in her
gyrations she would slip up, but she didn't.  The nightie stayed pulled
taut in her hands, and the evidence remained out of sight.  I looked back
up at her face and she was smiling, watching me watch her.

   "You're wondering if I put my panties back on, aren't you?" she asked me
knowingly.

   I had noticed that her pulling on the hem of her nightie had stretched
the material over her breasts, showing them quite well now.  "Not really,"
I said.  "I know you put them back on after teasing me last night."

   "Actually," she said slowly, "I didn't."

   "Yeah, sure," I kidded her.

   "Like I'm going to show you," she retorted.  "You'll just have to take
my word for it."

   "Like I even care."

   "It sure looks like you do," she inclined her head toward my lap, where
my hard penis was pushing out the fabric of my boxers.  Traitorous little
bastard, I though.  At least it wasn't sticking out the hole again, I'd
still not done up the button.

   "It's always like that." Not really a lie.

   "Yeah, especially when you're thinking about naked girls, Horny-Boy" she
giggled.

   I reached for the hollow just beneath her rib cage, where I knew she was
ticklish.  She squirmed on the bed and laughed out loud as I continued my
assault.  I wasn't even thinking about her panties any more, just laughing
along with her like we had when we were little and had a tickle fight.  She
gave up trying to dislodge my hands and went on the attack herself.  Soon
we were rolling around on her bed, laughing and tickling, but eventually we
were both exhausted.  We called a tentative truce, and suddenly I
remembered to check for her panties.  Looking down I could see that her
nightie had ridden up over her tummy, and her pink hair was fully on
display between her slightly splayed legs.  She saw me looking, and with a
grunt, attacked me again, digging her fingers into my sides and trying to
get above me to weigh me down.

   I went back at her, too, my fingers now on her bare sides.  My mind
seemed to be only half on the tickling, the other half on the feel of her
soft skin under my hands.  I let my hands roam a little more than I might
if I was just tickling her, feeling her soft tummy, and the little slope
that I knew headed down to her pink hair.  I couldn't help but let me
fingers just graze that hair, trying to see if it felt like my pubic hair
felt.  It was very similar, maybe a little softer if anything.

   I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be tickling Alie so my
hands went back to her sides.  I climbed her ribs heading for her underarms
where I knew she was also very ticklish.  With all the squirming and the
movement of my hands I had inadvertently pushed her nightie up high enough
that it was getting tangled in her arms, which were still hitting my
ticklish spots.  I could tell she was getting pretty frustrated with the
sudden lack of mobility so she tried to pull it down a couple of times but
it kept moving back up (I have to admit I wasn't helping her pull it down),
so finally she seemed to lift her arms above her head, grabbing the garment
on their way up and popping her head out of the head hole, the nightie
pooling behind her neck, her arms still in it.

   I was now totally distracted.  Here was my sister Alie, lying beside me
on her bed, essentially completely naked.  My hands had stopped moving, my
eyes now roaming over her whole body, taking in her heaving, bobbing
breasts with their very pink areola and erect little nipples.  Her soft,
smooth, flat tummy and little waist flaring out a bit at her slim hips, her
hip bones poking above the plain of her tummy, her very cute pink pubic
hair, and below that, her very pink, slightly red, labia.  All was quite
visible because it's difficult to have a tickle fight and still remain in a
demure and lady-like pose.  Her legs were splayed for leverage, giving me a
great view of my first real live pussy.

   Since I had paused to take in the view Alie took the opportunity to get
the upper hand and threw herself on top of me, trying to hold me down with
her weight while still tickling with her fingers.  I squirmed around
underneath her, realizing by the feel, and a quick peek, that my penis was
once again sticking out of the gap in my shorts.  I could feel her pressing
against it, and squishing it between us at times.  I continued to move
around underneath her, trying to dislodge her, but she held tight to me,
still tickling as she was able.

   Finally with one big effort I flipped us over, gaining the higher
ground, my hands holding her shoulders down to the mattress.  I paused for
a second, both of us taking a rest to catch our breath, both of us panting.

   "Not exactly Greek wresting," Alie said looking down at my boxers. 
"Looks like only one of us is naked."

   "Too bad for you," I retorted.

   "We'll see about that." She reached her hands down and tried to push my
boxers off my hips, managing to move them only an inch or so on each side.

   I pressed my pelvis to hers trying hard to keep my advantage, both in
position and the fact that I wasn't as naked as she was.  Her hands
alternated tickling my ribs, which caused my hips to move up trying to get
away from them, and pushing at my boxers before my hips crashed back to
hers.  Through a few iterations of this cycle she had the back down below
my bum, and the front pulling rather painfully on my erection.  She had
gotten her legs outside mine, and by curling them up, was using her feet
and toes to push the garment further off.  Any further movement now,
though, was getting a little painful as the waistband tried to bend my cock
in a direction it didn't want to go.

   "Wait, wait," I said, Alie stopping her movements, both of us looking
down between us.  Alie's legs were up along my hips, her toes tucked into
my shorts along my thighs pushing them down but the waistband in front
stretched tightly where my hard penis met with my body.  "I don't think
it's going to go down any further."

   Alie started giggling.  "Sorry, I didn't realise it was caught on you,"
she said between giggles.

   I couldn't help but notice that with Alie's knees up and apart as they
were I could clearly see that the outer lips of her vagina were parted, her
inner lips quite obviously red and glistening.  I could also see that my
penis had some moisture on it, possibly Alie's.  For some reason I was a
little surprised to find that she was as sexually excited as I was, but
that thought really excited me.  Suddenly I didn't mind the thought of
being completely naked with her.

   But I didn't want to concede too quickly.  "You're obviously not going
to get them off me, they're stuck."

   "Oh yeah?" She pushed down a little harder with her feet, both of us
watching as the pressure made my hard penis dip down a little, lightly
touching her splayed vaginal lips.  Both of us exhaled a bit with the
contact, Alie's legs wavering slightly, but neither of us giving up.  "I'm
going to keep pushing till they come free," she told me matter-of-factly.

   "Alright, alright," I obviously wasn't going to win this one.  I reached
down, grasping the waistband trying to pull it up, to get it up and over my
penis but Alie kept up the pressure.  "You have to let me pull them up a
bit to get them off," I said looking up into her eyes.

   "OK, but no tricks." Alie eased her feet higher up my thighs, but still
kept her toes tucked into the waistband.

   Finally I had enough slack to pull the shorts over the head of my penis
and immediately Alie pushed them down to my feet and with a little kick I
was as naked as she was.  She went right back to tickling my ribs, but also
brought her legs back up to hold my hips in place between her shins, and
now I was even more aware of the fact that my hard penis was lying along
her wet slot.  As she tickled I couldn't help by wiggle my hips, the
feeling of our intimate areas sliding together so intense.  From the way
she rocked her legs, moving my pelvis against hers I knew she liked the
feeling, too.

   I put my forehead on one of her shoulders to keep her down and moved my
hands back to her ribs to keep up the tickling assault, but she had other
ideas as she flipped us both back over so that she was again on top,
hugging me tightly.  We both paused again, both still breathing hard,
possibly not entirely from all the exertion.

   Her upper body was pressed tightly to me, and I could feel the soft
sponginess of her breasts pressed against my chest, her hard nipples
dragging across mine.  She was also moving her hips around a little, too,
and her breathing was very quick, small sighs or slight groans coming from
her mouth very close to my ear.  As we moved, sometimes I could feel her
pussy against my very hard cock, sometimes her hips were off to the side.
Wherever her hips were they seemed to be making little circles, rubbing
against me, against my penis or my hip bone.  I could feel that she was
leaving her wetness on me, and there was a new smell in the air.  We were
both perspiring, so there was the smell of sweat and exertion, but there
was something new there, too.  A smell that was making my head spin, and my
penis feel even harder, if that was even possible.

   I tried to keep tickling her, but it was difficult with her pressed
against me, so my hands moved to her back, my fingers still moving in
tickling motions.  Somehow my hands made their way down to her soft bum,
that was rotating on me and giving me such great feeling in my cock.  I
squeezed and kneaded and pulled her pelvis tighter against mine, helping
her keep moving.

   She reached back, grabbing my hands and pulled them above my head in our
classic victor/vanquished pose, and I let her do that.  She sat up on me a
little, looking into my eyes with a winners smile on her lips and in her
eyes, but she didn't stop the rotating of her hips.  I looked deep into her
eyes, feeling a great love for her, before my eyes were pulled away to her
bouncing breasts.  I'd rarely seen them move like that before.  There were
times since her breasts had started growing when Alie went around the house
without a bra under her shirt, and I was always fascinated with the way
they moved on those occasions.  Each one seemed to have a life of it's own,
doing something similar to it's neighbor, but not the same.  Now they were
doing that in a much more pronounced fashion and I was mesmerized by their
bouncing, my eyes trying to follow the complex curves that her erect little
nipples were describing in the air.

   I then looked further down between us and could see her pink hair
pressed against me.  She was moving her hips in jerky movements from side
to side, and up and down, and in circles, rubbing and pressing herself
against me.  I couldn't help but press my hips against hers as she moved.
My penis felt like it was being attacked; moved back and forth, crushed and
freed, sometimes I could feel her coarse pubic hair rubbing against the
head, sometimes her soft inner thigh, sometimes her even softer and very
wet labia.  Most of those movements felt fantastic to my penis, it was the
greatest feeling I'd ever felt.  Way better than stroking it myself.

   Suddenly there was a feeling of heat and wetness that seemed to surround
my penis.  Alie let out a startled "Oh!" and froze above me, getting a
shocked look on her face and staring into my eyes.  I stopped all my
movements, too, because I wasn't sure quite what had happened.  Alie looked
down my body to where our pelvises were still tightly pressed together, it
all looked the same as it had before to me.  Alie lifted her left knee off
the bed a little, though, lifting her pelvis off mine just a little bit,
and then just a little bit more.  I couldn't see the head of my penis,
which I thought I should be able to see lying against my tummy, but I could
see the shaft.  As she pulled away a little bit more sudden realization hit
me; we were still attached, my penis was up inside her pussy.  I moaned out
loud with the revelation that I was finally inside a girl, my penis was
deep in her warm wet pussy, the thought almost causing me to come right
then.  The fact that it was my sister was a little shocking, but I felt
another wave of overwhelming love for her.

   Alie had stopped moving, my penis still buried in her.  She was still
staring down to where we were joined and breathing rapidly.  She suddenly
looked back up into my face, causing her body to fall back on top of mine,
impaling herself fully again.  That caused her to let out another little
"Oh!", but she otherwise kept our pelvises pressed together.

   "Oh my god, Paul.  What have we done?" she exclaimed.

   I swallowed hard and loud.  "I...ah.." I was at a loss for words.  It
felt so good to be inside Alie, and I really wanted her to move around
again, but she looked very distressed and the last thing I wanted was to
upset her any more than she already was.  "Oh god!  We can't do this.  Not
with my own brother!  I can't believe my own brother just took my
virginity." She was shaking her head and looking away, a slightly confused
and sad look on her face.

   "Hey, wait a second," I said, my hands reaching up to touch her arm in a
supportive gesture.  "We were just playing around, we didn't mean for that
to happen.  Maybe it doesn't count." I had no idea what the rules were for
losing your virginity, but it didn't seem to be that big a deal to me. 
Whatever the issue was, it seemed to be already done and I didn't want to
see Alie get upset about it.  Any time I'd ever thought about my own
virginity I was trying to figure out how to lose it.  I guess it's
different for girls than for guys, though.  I still didn't think it was a
very big deal.  Either way, though, I was a little surprised Alie was still
a virgin, I thought she'd had sex with her last boyfriend.  I came home
once about a year ago and caught them in her bedroom, both on her bed and
almost completely naked.

   "You're still a virgin?  What about Tommy Hargrove?" I asked, mentioning
that last boyfriend.

   "What, you think I had sex with him?" her eyes quickly turning back to
me.

   "Well, you were here naked with him that time."

   She giggled a little, which I could feel with the tip of my penis,
reminding me that we were still joined.  "We were just showing each other
that time, we weren't going to have sex.  We did masturbate together a
couple of times, though, but he never put it in me." The slightly sad look
came back to her face.  "We were going to do it, at least I was planning
to. I even popped my own cherry so that it would be a little easier, but
then he got together with Becky, that bitch," the sadness being replaced by
anger, her brows knitting together slightly.

   "Pppopped your own cherry?" I asked, not really understanding.

   "Yeah, you know," she looked back into my eyes.  "Do you know what a
cherry is?"

   I'd heard the term before, when guys talked about popping a girls
cherry, but I thought it was some figure of speech.  "Ummm..." I said
intelligently.

   She let out her breath in the display of fake exasperation she used on
me whenever she got to teach me something I didn't know.  "A
girls...vagina...often has a flap of skin at the entrance that blocks it or
closes it down a little.  It usually gets stretched or broken the first
time she has sex, but sometimes it can break from other things, too, like a
tampon.  Julie broke hers on her bike seat when she went over a jump and
sat down really hard." She giggled a little again, but I winced a little
knowing what sitting down hard on your bike seat felt like.  "It usually
hurts when it happens, so I broke my own so that having sex would be
easier."

   "How did you do that," I asked a little tentatively, not sure if I
wanted to know the answer or not, but curiosity getting the better of me as
usual.

   She got a smile on her face again, looking at me slyly.  "Mom's got a
vibrator..."

   It took me a second to figure out what she was saying, but I suddenly
realised that she had fucked herself with Mom's dildo.  I didn't even know
Mom had one, so there were quite a few surprises in that short little
phrase.

   "No," I said, meaning I was surprised to hear that Mom had a dildo.

   "Yes," Alie nodded, meaning that that's what she'd done.  Leaning a
little closer she whispered conspiratorially "sometimes I still use it when
no one else is home."

   "No," still shocked.

   "Yep.  Feels really good." She shifted her hips a little, lifting up and
letting herself down again just a tiny bit.  "Although this feels nicer. 
You're much warmer."

   I was too shocked to reply; I just stared at her with big eyes.  My mind
was full of images of Alie rubbing and fucking herself with a vibrator,
lying on this very bed with her legs spread.  That is until she shifted her
hips again and the incredible feeling on my penis brought me back to
reality.  Looking down to where we were joined was way better than thinking
of Alie with a vibrator.  Well, both were really exciting, but one was more
real at the moment.

   I looked back into her eyes again, that sly look still on her face.

   "Are you sorry that you lost your virginity to your sister?" she asked.

   "Well," I began.  "I don't think virginity is quite as prized by guys as
it is by girls.  A guy is usually trying to find a way to get rid of his."

   A slightly sad look overcame her face.  "Well, it looks like you've
found a way to 'get rid of' yours..."

   I guess she was in a rather vulnerable place.  I never thought of Alie
as vulnerable, she always seemed to be in control, but I did remember when
she'd broken up with Tommy, and how she'd cried all night.  I hated to see
her sad, so I just said what came to mind, which turned out to be how I was
feeling.

   "No, Alie!  I'm glad it's with you.  There's no one I love as much as I
love you," I realised that was true as soon as it was out of my mouth, even
though I'd never really thought about it before.  "You've always been the
one to make me laugh when I'm sad, and celebrate with me when I win. 
You're my favourite person." I felt a little tear come to my eye.  Looking
back at Alie I saw that tears were coming to her eyes, too.

   "Oh, I love you so much, Paul." She bent down and hugged my tightly
while my arms went up and wrapped around her.  We lay like that for a
while, a few sobs causing tremors in her body that I could feel all over
mine, especially where my penis was still buried in her.  She sat up a bit
again, supporting herself with her arms on the bed and looked deeply into
my eyes.  "I'm glad it's with you, too, Paul.  If it had been with Tommy he
would have eventually left me for Becky anyway, but I can always count on
you being there for me.  You always have been."

   I hugged her to me again, pulling her tightly against me and kissing her
head.  We lay like that for a few more minutes until, without moving her
upper body, Alie flexed her hips, lifting her bum off me slightly before
moving it back down again.  We both let out a little "Oh!" at the same time
as her movement caused my still-hard cock to move inside her still-wet
pussy.

   "You're still in me; I almost forgot," she said getting up on her
forearms again and looking at me.

   "I didn't," I said with a big smile.

   She slapped my chest and giggled with me.  "I bet you didn't,
Horny-Boy." Her giggling caused her insides to move, causing her pussy to
move around my buried cock, causing my cock to jerk, causing Alie to sigh
and close her eyes.  "It feels really nice to have you inside me like
that," she said experimentally lifting her hips a couple of times.

   "Ohh god, it feels so good," I sighed, my hands running over her back
and along her bum.  I reached my left hand around cupping her breast and
running my thumb around her nipple.  She watched me doing that, her
breathing getting quicker as my thumb pressed more on her little erection.

   "Mmmmm," she sighed, her hips starting to move up and down a little,
also making little circles against me when our pelvises were together.

   Suddenly she stopped.  "Oh god!", her eyes getting wide she pulled her
hips up and off me, my wet penis slapping against my tummy.  She jumped up
off the bed and went to her dresser, my unbelieving eyes watched her go,
incredulous that she had just stopped it all like that.  She rummaged
around in one of her drawers before exclaiming "Aha!" and pulling something
out.  She came back to the bed with a little purple square in her hand,
holding it out to me like a prize.

   "We have to be very careful," she said getting back on the bed and
sitting on my shins facing me.  "I got these to use with Tommy; he was too
chicken to buy them." She tore open the package pulling out a condom.  I
recognized it right away and chastised myself severely for not thinking of
it before.  That was a close one.  Alie grabbed my cock and expertly placed
the condom over the tip and started to roll it down.  "I practiced THIS
with Mom's vibrator, too," she said looking back up at me as her fingers
unrolled the latex.  When it was unrolled to the base she knee-walked her
way back up my body until she could sit on my pelvis again, staring into my
eyes the whole time.  Once she was in place she rubbed her pussy along my
cock again, smiling down at me, her mouth opening a little with the feeling
of being back together again.

   Finally she lifted up a little and reached her hand down, taking my cock
and pointing it up.  It took her a few seconds of moving the tip around
against her pussy before she was satisfied with where it was going and that
it was wet enough to go there.  Still looking into my eyes she said "this
time we're going to do it on purpose." With that she let herself down onto
me, the tip of my penis disappearing inside her.  We both let out another
"Ahh," as she moved up and down, getting the latex wet with her secretions.
After a few in-and-out movements out pelvises were back together again, my
hard cock again buried inside her.

   She only paused for a second before starting to raise and lower her
hips, moving my cock in and out of her pussy.  Every couple of strokes she
would grind her pelvis against mine, then go back to stroking.  I can't
possibly describe how amazing it felt to be inside Alie.  So soft and warm.
It wasn't quite as good inside the condom as it had been without, but it
was still amazing.  Soon we were both moaning, our breathing coming in
gasps.  Alie's hips were lifting and falling against me quite quickly and
the sounds of me moving in her wetness filled the room.  My hands were
flying over her body, too, alternately rubbing her breasts and nipples,
running up and down her back, and squeezing her bum.  I was in heaven,
inside Alie.

   I have masturbated for several years, so I'm familiar with the feeling
of an impending orgasm.  I could feel one coming on now, but I didn't want
it to end yet, and I wanted Alie to have an orgasm, too.  I grabbed her
hips and tried to get her to stop, so I could get back under control.

   "Did you come?" she asked me breathlessly, her eyes coming back into
focus on my face.

   "No, but I'm just about to..." I said.

   "Ohhh, do it," she said, her eyes closing again and her hips going back
to their rhythm.  "I'm about to, too."

   Her rhythm started me climbing the peak again, and I concentrated on the
feeling from the head of my cock buried so deeply in my sister.  I could
feel the tickling starting again, the come boiling inside me, looking for a
way out.  I was getting closer and closer, and suddenly Alie lifted her
head to the ceiling and let out a strangled exclamation.  Her face
contorted, her muscles tensed, she started jerking around above me.  I
could feel the muscles inside her moving against my cock, gripping it, and
it sent me over the edge, too.  I grabbed her hips and thrust deeper inside
her, filling the condom with squirt after squirt of come, my cock jerking
in it's tight sheath.

   We both jerked our hips together for several long seconds that seemed
like and eternity, before Alie let out the air she was holding with a
whoosh and collapsed on top of me.  My arm went around her and hugged her
tightly to me, our sweat commingling, our chests heaving for oxygen.

   We lay like that for quite a while, our breathing slowly returning for
normal.  "I'm crushing you," Alie said, starting to lift her weight off me.

   I pulled her back to me.  "Not at all, I like having you on top of me."

   "Hmmmm," she signed, hugging me back.

   "I think I have to go have a shower, though," she said, sitting up again
and looking into my eyes.  "But first..." she leaned back in and pressed
her lips to mine.  Holding them there we slid them against each other for a
few seconds before she sat up again.  "That was way better than I imagined
it would be."

   "Ohh, me too," I sighed.  "That felt amazing".

   She looked down at where we were joined, my still-partly-firm penis
still inside her, and lifted her hips slowly until I fell out, condom and
all.  We both said "Oh!" as we separated.  Alie gently took my penis into
her hand and slowly pulled the condom off.  "Wow, that's a lot of come,"
she said looking critically at the latex.  Pinching the end between her
fingers she jumped up and headed for the bathroom, my eyes following her
naked departure.  In the doorway she paused, and turning her head back to
me she gave me a big exaggerated wink and a big smile.

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