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 m/g Pedo.  Incest Cons.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.





   Shove It

   By Pedro Feelya



   "Shove it up your ass!" she screamed at me.

   "What?!?" I raised my eyebrows to show my disbelief.  I had no idea
where my ten-year-old sister had learned that phrase.

   "Just because you're thirteen doesn't mean you can boss me around."

   "Mom left me in charge, and you had better never say that to me again,"
I warned, trying to sound adult-like.

   "I'm old enough to take care of myself.  I don't need you."

   I looked over to where she had accidentally spilled the entire pot of
spaghetti down the garbage disposal side of the sink.  "You ruined dinner
and wasted all that food.  Now I have to start all over again.  Get
upstairs and do your homework.  Now!"

   "Asshole!"

   "What?  I don't have to take from you.  Go.  Now!  Or I swear I'll beat
you."

   "Shove it up your ass!"

   I exploded in movement.  In a tenth of a second I had a fist full of her
shirt, and I dragged her to the living room.  At first, her face showed
terror, but then she was fighting and cussing, trying to get away.

   "Let go of me you asshole!  I'm telling mom!  Fuck you!"

   It was easy to ignore her desperate insults now, because I knew she was
afraid.  I turned and faced her belligerent glare.  Easily, I bent and
grabbed her waist and lifted her skinny body into the air.  Then I sat down
and she landed with her stomach across my knees.  I made it obvious that I
was going to spank her like a three year old.  No one had done this to her
in years.

   My little sister's spitting rage reached its peak.  "I'll kill you! 
Don't touch me!  I swear to God I'll kill you!  You fucking asshole!"

   I slapped her bottom as smartly as possible.  I couldn't use my full
strength or I would probably break her bones.  The loud whack echoed
through the house frighteningly.

   "Owww," she wailed, "You hit me!  You're hurting me!  I'm going to tell
mom!"

   It was bullshit.  My determination turned to frustration.  My hand
barely stung and I knew I hadn't caused enough pain for this sudden
dramatic change of screaming.  She was sobbing now, but I knew that there
wouldn't be any real tears.  I remembered every time our parents had
spanked me.  I was all drama and symbolic, and didn't really hurt, and
never really changed anything.

   I smacked her bottom twice more, using more speed and a little more
strength each time.

   "Owww, it hurts.  It hurts.  Stop it.  Please stop.  I won't ever do it
again."

   My parents might buy that lie, but I knew how my sister reacted when she
was in real pain, and this was nothing like that.  I wished I had a stick
or a hanger.  I had never been spanked with a hanger, but I heard that it
really hurt.  My little sister had told me to shove it up my ass and that
had stung me.  I didn't ever want to hear that again, ever.  She should
feel how much it hurt to hear that from her.  I don't remember if I thought
it was a good idea, but I did something.  It just happened.

   I reached up under her short dress and hooked my fingers into her tights
and underwear.  Too easily, I yanked them down to just below her butt.

   She gasped and choked on a sob.  "Whaa?  What the fuck are you doing?"
The tone of her voice was completely different, and now it was real.

   I would like to think that I was going to smack her bare bottom, but her
words "shove it up your ass" were too loud in my head.  With my forefinger,
I pushed into the crack of her butt, felt a tight ring of muscle, and
wiggled my finger into it.

   My little sister let out a long horrified scream.  It was real and
filled with terror and pain.  This was something she would she would not
forget.  Angrily I wiggled my finger deeper inside her.  I could feel her
squishy poop and ran my finger along the soft walls inside her tight
tunnel. Her real scream continued to wail at the top of her lungs.

   I popped my finger free.  I then pushed her off my knees and she rolled
over and landed on her butt on the floor.  Instantly she had pulled her
tights up around her waist.  Real tears streamed down her face and the
expression of shock and bewilderment was etched there.

   "Oh My God!" She screamed at the top of her lungs without actually
looking at me.  "I'm gonna tell mom!" She spun over and lunged to run from
the room and up the stairs.  "I'm gonna tell mom!"

   "Fine!" I yelled my bluff after her.  "Tell her what you said to me and
tell her what you did to dinner!"

   She continued to wail as she ran down the upstairs hallway and slammed
her bedroom door closed with all her strength.



   I sat there and considered my stinky finger.  It was all her fault.  I
was in charge and she deserved to be punished.

   I didn't know whom I was lying to.  I was in deep deep trouble and I
knew it.  I had raped and my little baby sister's anus with my finger.

   It wasn't sexual.  I hadn't really exposed or even noticed her bare
butt. Maybe it wasn't really that bad?  Maybe she would be more afraid of
being punished again by my parents for what she said to me?

   No, I was in deep shit.  I might even end up in jail.  But, there was
nothing I could do.  I got up, washed my finger thoroughly, and started
making spaghetti again



   Mom came home at five thirty and dad at six.  I tried to act as though
there was absolutely nothing wrong.  I had even taken extra care when I set
the table and washed the pans.  Mom had a bad day at work and dad didn't
ever want to be bothered with anything.  If they noticed anything was
wrong, they didn't say anything.  That would all change as soon as my
sister came downstairs.

   "Baby, dinner's ready.  Get down here," mom called up to her.

   There was no response.  Nothing.  Soon mom would go up to her room and I
would be just as dead.  I found myself learning to pray to God again.

   Then I looked up and her skinny form was standing at the bottom of the
stairs.  She walked toward the dinning room table, and purposely did not
look at me.  We all took our seats and began to eat.  My sister wouldn't
look at me and I certainly didn't want her to catch me looking at her.  It
was only a matter of minutes before she blurted out her accusations anyway.

   Mom glanced over at her daughter while reaching for the peas.  "You're
awfully quiet.  Is there something wrong?" I thought I would die from the
stress of hiding my guilt.

   My little sister looked down at her plate and mumbled a quiet, "no"

   "Well you seem a little depressed," mom looked at her with concern.

   Then dad interrupted mom with a question about his doctor's appointment.
Mother's attention turned and never returned to her wounded daughter.  That
was just the way my parents were.

   After dinner, my sister disappeared into her room and I disappeared into
mine.  That sometimes happened on weeknights.  My parents were always glad
for a break from dealing with us.

   The next morning I had to get up at six as usual to get to my swim class
by seven.  I had to start school early so I could get off by two, just so I
could take care of my little sister.  I was supposed to walk her home every
day.

   I was waiting outside her classroom when she came out and she began
walking next to me without talking to me.

   "You shouldn't have done that," she sniffed.

   "I know.  I'm sorry.  I just got so mad when you said that to me."

   "Said what?"

   I was desperate to justify myself.  "You know.  Shove it up,, you know.
I just wanted you to know how much that bothered me."

   "You won't do it again?"

   I exhaled in relief.  She would forgive me.  "I'll never do it again." I
don't know why, but I added, "Just don't ever say that to me again."



   The rest of the evening went well and we were family again.  The next
day did not go so well though.

   "Fuck you."

   "Fuck me?  You're the one who ate all the cake.  What are we supposed to
have for desert?" I screamed back at her.

   "I can eat whatever I want!" she screamed.

   "Not everybody else's food!  Now what am I going to tell mom and dad?"

   "You're an asshole!"

   This was not going well and I was getting too angry.  "Get up to your
room before you say something you really regret," I warned her in a
dangerous normal volume voice.

   "Shove it up your ass!"

   Those were the words.  I couldn't stand it.  She knew that.  She knew
what would happen.  I promised not to do it, but only if she never said
that again.  She broke her word knowing what would happen.  Now it had to
happen.

   She turned to run as soon as the words broke from her mouth.  She knew
what I would do.  It didn't matter.  In ten steps I had caught her and
threw her over my shoulder.  She was screeching, but I knew her real
screams, and these were not real.

   It was just three steps to the couch and I was tossing her across my
lap. This time she was wearing just a T-shirt and loose pants.  I pulled
her pants down and her screams still were not real, even though she knew
what could happen.  I remembered how I had not noticed her butt before, but
now I saw the soft curve of her white butt muscle as it stuck up in front
of me.

   I also remembered thinking later about how my dry finger must have hurt
her.  This time I spit quickly on my finger before shoving it easily into
her stinky hole.

   She screamed again in shock and surprise.  They were real screams, but
not as desperate or intense as before.  I didn't feel any poop this time,
but I searched the inside of the walls of her secret tunnel.  She wasn't
screaming like before, so I pulled my finger almost all the way out and
shoved it in again a couple of times.  I could feel the warmth of her soft
insides around my finger.  The knuckles of my hand pressed up against the
soft flesh deep between her thighs, and I knew that I wasn't supposed to be
touching a girl there either.

   Finally, I knew that I had gone too far again.  I stopped and let go of
my screaming sister.  She immediately crawled off my lap and pulled up her
pants.  She then sprinted for the stairs without looking back.  I didn't
hear her slam her bedroom door this time.

   Now that she was gone, I considered my stinky finger.  I had promised
never to do this again, and that hadn't lasted two days.  There was
something else wrong.  My pecker stuck up painfully against my pants in my
lap.  That didn't mean I was turned on by what I did to my sister.  It was
just an accident, something to do with the warmth on my finger.



   At dinner, I didn't think anything would be said, and nothing was.  My
baby sister even glanced up and our eyes met once or twice, but I didn't
know what that meant.  I knew she shouldn't forgive me again, but somehow I
was sure she already had.



   All the next day I wondered about my ten-year-old sister.  She wasn't
ugly, and she did have a nice tit-less kid's body.  She wasn't fat and her
long sandy blond hair was very pretty.

   I didn't know what I was thinking.  I would be lying if I said I hadn't
noticed her friends.  They were always wearing tight tank tops and super
short shorts.  All of them wanted to look like the sexiest girl on Hannah
Montana.  There were many times I had caught myself wanting to stare, but
then I was thirteen years old and even a Nike ad could get me turned on.

   All my life, my little sis has been nothing but a pain.  Most of the
time, I wished she had never been born.  But now that had changed. 
Somehow, when I thought of her now, it was with softness and excitement,
and my pecker hardened against my extreme objections.

   I waited outside her school.  She came out of her classroom and looked
at me like nothing was wrong.

   "I'm sorry." I decided to start it off first.

   "It's okay," she blew it off like it was nothing and walked past me.

   I couldn't believe it and I lamely began to follow her home.  We walked
together, talking about stuff, but without the usual combativeness and
irritation.



   That afternoon I should have seen it coming.  We had been too nice to
each other and I guess I knew I was pressing the wrong button.  She hated
doing her homework.

   "Go do your homework," I said without thinking.

   "Shove it up your ass." Her statement lacked the vehemence and anger
from before.  She knew what it would mean though.

   It was obvious she was challenging me to do it again, but for the life
of me, I could not understand why.  I knew how I felt though.  Deep inside,
I felt the thrill of wanting to see her bare butt again.  I wanted to touch
her and bury my finger inside her firm little body.  But that would be
ridiculous, I wanted to believe, I was just punishing her.

   I stood up and she didn't run, so I herded her toward the couch.  She
was wearing a t-shirt and bright pink shorts.  She stood sideways to me as
I sat, and I pulled her shorts down.  I pretended not to see the small area
of bare white skin revealed in front, below her belly.  I then sat down and
lifted my little sisters limp body onto my lap, and my stiffening cock.

   She still hadn't said anything.  I spit thickly onto my long middle
finger.  I wanted her to really feel it deep inside her this time.  Slowly,
taking my time, I spread her little butt cheeks and looked down at her
tightly clenched little brown hole.  It was amazing something as big as my
finger could fit in there, but then I reasoned, bigger poops than that came
out.

   My little sister gasped as I touched her hole with my finger, but she
made no other noise.  As I began to slowly wiggle my finger around and
force it in, she let out a loud wail.  It wasn't a scream.  It sounded more
like she was on a carnival ride.  It didn't sound like she was hurting or
wanted me to stop.

   Slowly I began to push my finger in and out, going deeper each time.  I
was experimenting to see if I could do it without actually hurting her.  I
couldn't lie to myself any longer.  We were being incredibly naughty and
this had nothing to do with punishment.

   I should have stopped, but I didn't want to.  While I sunk my long
middle finger deep into her ass, my two lower fingers slid against the soft
flesh underneath.  I was touching my own little sister down between her
legs where her dick should be.  Her back arched when I slid my fingers
roughly against her softness there, but I don't think it really hurt her. I
wanted to see what I was touching, but I was also enjoying what I was doing
already.

   She was making little girl grunting sounds, but nothing that sounded
like she was in pain.  She was wiggling and squirming, but not trying to
get away.  I didn't know what this felt like to her, but I had been
masturbating myself for a couple years now.  I guessed that might be what I
was doing to her.  She didn't have a dick.  Was I masturbating her?  I
didn't know if I was doing it right.  I wondered if she could have the same
shuddering orgasm, or if she just enjoyed this and it never stopped.  How
would I know when to stop?

   I continued to thrust my finger into her tight little asshole while
rubbing her soft flesh underneath.  Her breathing was getting shorter and
she was gasping more.  Her little body was beginning to tighten.  I was
enjoying making her feel good, and I pushed her faster and faster.

   Suddenly she surged forward, off my finger.  "Stop," she pleaded while
trying to catch her breath.

   It had caught me by surprise, and I was shocked, but I could understand.
She was frightened and afraid of what was happening to her.  I raised my
hand and waited for her to catch her breath.  Then she rose up onto her
knees and pulled up her shorts.  Slowly she climbed off, and without
looking at me, she walked slowly to the stairs.

   So I sat there with my dirty wet finger, and a painful bulge in my lap.
The last two nights I had been too scared to play with myself in the
shower. I knew I would make up for it tonight.  All I could think about was
the soft flesh I had felt with my fingers, and the grunts and wails she had
made.



   That night we both came down from our rooms and watched TV with mom.  My
sister looked at me often, and sometimes strangely, but she never gave any
clue that anything had happened between us.  I wondered what would happen
the next time we were alone together.  I had trouble hiding my boner all
evening.

   The next day I couldn't think of anything else and couldn't wait to see
my little sister after school.  As soon she came out of her classroom and
saw me, I knew that things would never be the same between us again.  Her
whole face lit up, and then she bit her lip and looked down at the ground.
I knew what that look meant.  I had seen it in old movies.  My little
sister was in love.  She was in love with me.

   I should have been disgusted.  I should have pushed her to the ground
and laughed at her.  Maybe I should have run away.  I couldn't do any of
those things.  I couldn't imagine hurting her.  I guess I was in love a
little too.  She was beautiful and sexy.  She could be fun, loving, and
full of energy.  When she was a brat, she was horrible, but when she wanted
to, she could be a sexy angel.

   She began to walk beside me, and there were hundreds of things I wanted
to talk about, but most of them didn't seem important enough to say. 
Everything that was important to say, was embarrassing and dangerous, and I
didn't want to upset our special feeling.  So I just kicked rocks and
glanced often at her.  She glanced often at me too, but she didn't say
anything either.  It was stupid and crazy, but it also felt very wonderful.

   As soon as we got to the house, I put my stuff away and started making
dinner.  My sister was hanging around, mostly just watching me, and not
saying anything.  After a few busy minutes, I got organized enough that I
had some free time.  I looked over at my beautiful little sister.

   "Go do your homework," I said very quietly and held my breath.

   "Shove it up your ass," she responded just as quietly.  She had been
waiting for me to say something and I had been hoping for this answer.

   I started to walk toward her and she turned and led me to the couch. 
Already my pecker was getting hard just watching her cute butt wiggle in
her tight short shorts.

   She stood by the couch and I knelt down so I could pull her shorts down.
This time I pulled them all the way down to her feet, and my face was eye
level with her pussy.  I was disappointed to see nothing but a fold of bare
white flesh between her legs.  I wondered what it was that girls tried to
hide so much.

   I was staring and I suddenly realized it.  I looked up into my sister's
eyes and her smile told me that she didn't mind.  Relieved, I stood then
sat down on the couch in front of her.

   I thought she would crawl up and onto my lap, and maybe she started to,
but then she reached down and her hand landed directly on my hard pecker
bulge in my pants.  I instinctively squirmed to get away, but it was no
use. She had her hand squeezed around it and did not let go.

   "Show it to me?" she asked.

   I wasn't prepared for that.  I wanted to explore her body and I hadn't
thought she would be interested in mine.  It was only fair that I be
exposed also, and really it was kind of exciting.  I stood back up and
undid my belt and my button and zipper.  Just as I had done to her, I
pushed down my pants and underwear together.  Then I kicked off my shoes
and kicked my pants off my feet.  When I stood back up, it wasn't
embarrassing; it actually felt even more exciting.  I did feel a little
funny to have just my shirt on, so I pulled it off also.

   Now I was bare naked in front of my baby sister.  My pecker was rock
hard and pointed up a little at her upper tummy.  She was staring at it and
not moving.  I let her stare and I let it wave in front of her.  Then I sat
back down on the edge of the couch.  I leaned over and grasped the bottom
of her blouse.  Without any resistance, she raised her arms so I could pull
it up and off her head.  Now we were both naked and free to look at each
other's bodies.

   Her chest looked just like a boy's, with all the ribs and muscles
showing, except for her nipples.  Her nipples were larger and stuck out
differently.  For some reason, I wanted to touch and play with her nipples.


   Her eyes had never left my hard dick and then she bent down to touch it,
but she hesitated.  I lifted my hips so that my pecker came closer to her
hand, and was more exposed.  She smiled and wrapped her tiny delicate hand
around the shaft.

   "Ohhh" It felt so good to feel her cool fingers caress my throbbing
pecker.

   "So this is what goes inside me?" she asked innocently.

   I gasped and jerked reflexively.  I wasn't sure what sex was, but I knew
it had something to do with that.  Was my little sister asking me to have
sex with her?  Did I want to have sex with her?  Were we going to have sex?
Was this sex?  The fear and excitement was enough to make my head explode.

   She was looking at me to see what was wrong.  Maybe she was just asking
about peckers in general and not specifically about mine being inside her.
Still, deep inside me, I wanted it to be mine, but I wouldn't push her.

   "I think that it goes inside a woman, but I'm not sure."

   "Like in my ass?" she asked.  Maybe unconsciously, she twisted her hips
as though imagining what it would feel like.

   "I'm not sure." I had heard too many conflicting stories about what a
pussy was.

   "Well, do you want to try?" she was intrigued by the idea.

   "Are you sure you want to?" My pecker was a little bigger than my
finger, but it should fit.  And, I really really really wanted to try it.

   My little sister nodded eagerly while smiling excitedly.

   "Okay, turn around." I wasn't sure what the right position would be, but
access seemed easiest this way.  She stood between my knees, facing the
other direction.  I worked up a big goober of spit and coated my eagerly
throbbing pecker.

   "Okay," I said, "Sit down slowly."

   As she bent to sit in my lap, I spread her ass cheeks with one hand and
guided my dick to its target with the other.  As soon as my dick was
nestled tight against her hole, she began to wiggle her hips, putting
pressure on my pecker's head.  I tried to hold the shaft to keep it from
slipping up or down.

   Suddenly we gasped together as her weight dropped down an inch.  The
head of my dick was gripped painfully tight and she was whimpering in real
pain.

   "I'm sorry," I gasped.  "I didn't me..."

   She had begun to stand back up, but without her weight pressing down,
the feeling was completely different.  It was suddenly the best thing I had
ever felt in my life.  She must have felt it too because she paused.  Then
she pressed down a little.  Then she pulled up a little.  It felt
unbelievably good to me.  I think it felt good to her too.

   My little sister began to flex herself up and down on my hard dick and
it began to slowly disappear into her.  Her pumping bounces were becoming
longer and faster.  I was shocked when I felt the skin of her butt touch my
legs.  My iron hard dick was completely inside my sister.

   She must have realized it too, because she settled down all the way into
my lap.  We rested like that for a moment, with her leaning back against
me, while I floated in the incredible sensation.  Then I pumped my hips
just a tiny bit, trying to get even deeper.  I felt my sister's insides
flex and squeezed my pecker a little.

   It felt too good.  I had to have some more.  I hoped that she would
forgive me, but I slid my hands around her waist and lifted her weight
slightly.  Then I thrust slightly while pulling her down.  I did it again,
but faster.  I knew I might be hurting her, but I had to go faster, I had
to get more.  There was something in the way it felt that I would do
anything to build on the sensations.

   I began pounding my hard cock into my little ten-year-old sister's ass.
I could only hope that she would someday forgive me.  I felt the pressure
in my balls building and I only needed a few seconds more.

   Then I heard her making the grunting sounds she had made before.  She
might even like what I was doing.  It didn't matter though.  I suddenly
pulled her down hard against me and thrust as deeply into her ass as much
as I could go.  I held her tightly as I felt my sperm explode out the end
of my dick and into her hot tight butthole.

   For half a minute, I held her tight to my chest as I shivered and
clutched her.  She didn't say anything or make bad noises.  Then suddenly I
was so tired.  I collapsed and let go of her.  She sat on my hard pecker
for a few more seconds.

   When she tried to get up, she whimpered in pain and jerked as my hard
pecker slid free.  I wanted to know how badly I had hurt her, but she just
climbed off me, picked up her clothes, and walked upstairs naked without
looking back.  I knew that a load of my sticky hot sperm was buried deep
inside her.

   I looked down at my evil nasty stiff dirty pecker.  I couldn't
understand how I kept hurting my kid sister just when I was learning to
love her.  I washed my dick and hands really well and made sure there was
no evidence of my crime left in the living room.

   That evening, my sister seemed okay at dinner, even happy, but she moved
very carefully.  I watched her closely and saw her wince in pain when she
sat or moved wrong.  Other than that, she gave no indication that I had
violated her innocent body for my own disgusting needs.



   The next afternoon we talked on the way home, but not about the
important stuff.  I couldn't believe she was okay with my abusing her. 
After I had dinner started, I looked at her, where she sat watching me
quietly.

   "Do your homework?" I asked quietly, trying to understand.

   She hesitated.  "Shove it,, up your,, ass." I could tell she wasn't
certain.  Before I could figure out what it meant, she turned and walked to
the couch.  By the time I got to her, she was pulling off her clothes.  I
did the same.

   I still didn't know what to say, or even what it was we were doing.  She
was staring at my stiff pecker again so I stepped forward so she could hold
it.

   Every nerve in my dick sang in pleasure at her lightest touch, but it
was also comforting for my heart that she was forgiving it.  She was very
interested.  She started playing with the hole in the end but I squirmed
because it felt too weird.

   When she reached under and began to feel my balls, I sighed in deep
pleasure.  She looked up at me and smiled at that.  I quickly stepped back
and sat on the edge of the couch and leaned back.  Then I spread my legs
wide, inviting.

   My sister stepped between my legs and knelt before my dick that was now
pointed at the ceiling.  She lay her cool hand directly on my ball sack,
and again, I couldn't stop a deep sigh.  Then she began to roll my balls
around.  When she I got too rough, I would tense up, but I couldn't yell at
her after all the pain she had suffered for me.

   When she started exploring my dick again, sliding the skin on the shaft
and playing with the head, I felt the burning hard needs rise in my belly.
I didn't want to have to fuck my sister in the ass again.

   I sat back up and she stood up, not knowing what I was doing.  I didn't
know what I was going to do either.  There she stood, completely naked in
front of me.

   I looked into her eyes.  "You saw mine.  Can I see,,?"

   I didn't need to finish.  She turned and sat beside me.  Then she spread
her legs wide and even lifted her knees into the air.  I had never seen her
in such a vulnerable position, and yet she did it willingly.

   I quickly rolled off the couch and knelt between her slender thighs. 
Between her legs were the thick folds of skin that I had seen before, but
now the folds were parted.  Between the thick lips was a valley of
frightening alien pink tissue.  I moved my face in very close to get a good
look and sis giggled in a good way.

   At the bottom of the valley was a hole, but not her ass hole.  This must
be where my dick was supposed to go.  But, it was puffy and small.  I
wasn't even sure if it was a hole, or how deep it went.

   Again, I looked into her face and she smiled at me shyly.  I decided to
stroke the outside of her pussy with my finger.  She giggled, didn't close
her legs, and then she moaned.  She liked me touching her, maybe even as
much as I liked her touching my pecker.

   I began to rub the thick folds on the outside, and she liked that.  When
I touched her pink valley, the skin was sticky and she tensed in pain.

   I spit on my finger and tried again.  This time my finger slid down her
valley easily, and she tensed, but moaned in an unmistakable way.  She
liked it.  I slid my finger up and down a few more times and had to add
more spit.  The way she reacted was like when I rubbed my cock, only
better.

   Soon I was sliding my finger up and down fast, and my little
ten-year-old sister was beginning to arch her back and wail like she was on
a carnival ride.  When my finger slid to the top of her slit, there was a
tiny bulge there that was not as pink as the rest of her valley.  She would
jerk as I rubbed over it.  She didn't complain, but it seemed uncomfortable
for her.

   She started to gasp and hold her breath.  I guessed that she would
explode soon, like I did when I released my sperm.  I could also see that
she was a little scared and uncertain.  I figured I had better ease up
since I didn't want to overwhelm her.

   I slowed down until she started breathing normally, and then I tried to
explore the hole at the bottom.  I stuck my finger in a little and she
tensed up hard and cried out in pain.  I stopped instantly, but as soon as
she relaxed, I began to stroke her valley again.  That made it better
quickly.

   I again tried to explore the hole, but far more carefully.  It was just
too small and not even deep enough for the end of my finger.  There was no
way my pecker would ever fit in there.

   But, with her knees in the air, I could see her tight brown butt hole
easily.  I spit heavily on my finger and pressed it against her anus.

   She tensed a little, in pain, but she also moaned in pleasure.  With one
finger, I began to rub up and down her valley, while I forced my other
finger into her ass hole.

   In just a few seconds she was squirming, panting, and moaning.  I paused
to catch her attention.  She looked up into my face.  I brought my body up
to hover over hers, and I looked into her eyes for her approval.  My pecker
was just touching her wet butthole.

   She smiled excitedly.  I knew that she would feel pain, but I could
watch her face this way, and make sure it wasn't too much.  I put one last
big gob of spit up against her butthole and pressed my dick into place. 
Before I shoved, I began to slide my finger up and down her valley the way
she seemed to like it.  Quickly she began to pant and convulse a little. 
Her eyes closed and she seemed to be concentrating.

   I pushed with my hips firmly, so that just the end of my cock popped in.
She convulsed hard and wailed like she was jumping off a cliff.  I froze.
After about ten seconds, she slowly began to wiggle her hips and started
grunting.  I pushed in a little more and she pulled her knees back further,
as though she wanted more.

   I gave it to her.  I slid in all the way, until my scrotum was tight up
against her ass.  Then I pulled back slowly, and started to push in again.
My little sister exhaled in a low-pitched whine that made me want to lose
control and pound my cock wildly into her.  I couldn't risk doing that.  As
it was, it was hard to keep rubbing up and down her slit quickly, while
thrusting my entire cock into her slowly.

   We were having sex!  It hit me like a hammer.  I was thirteen years old
and fucking my ten-year-old baby sister, right in our living room.  There
was no question that she was lost to her pleasure and I was about to lose
it too.  What we were doing was unspeakably bad and yet the best thing in
my entire life.

   I felt the surge come over me, almost painfully.  My cock was trapped so
tightly inside her.  I wished I could thrust completely inside her and make
the feeling last forever.

   Furiously I began to stroke her pink slit while she began to screech and
wail.  I felt my eruption coming and I slammed my lap up tight to her butt
and stayed there.  She began to shake and convulse.  My sperm burned the
inside of my cock as it forced its way into her tight little body.

   There was no surprise or fear this time, just the wash of feelings too
good to ever be described.  My little sis had locked up and wasn't
breathing either.  Then suddenly she sighed, soft and deep.  Her eyes were
still closed.

   I could feel every bit of my sperm pumping into her and then the muscles
in my hips began to relax.  I also exhaled in a long sigh.

   Maybe I should have pulled out, but I couldn't.  It felt too right to
press up against my sister's hot body.  She opened her eyes and looked up
at me.  I could tell she was feeling the same fantastic warm sensations
that I was.

   I don't know why, I only know that I shouldn't have done it.  Still, it
was the best moment in my life.  I leaned over and kissed my sister on the
lips.  My lips met hers and our mouths molded together.

   She was so warm and soft it was like I had never known her before.  In
my defense, I wasn't kissing the sister I had always fought with and had to
endure my entire life.  This was a soft and beautiful girl, who I loved,
and I wanted desperately for her to love me too.

   Maybe I was wrong.  I finally pulled back after what felt like minutes.
I looked into her eyes.  I could see that she was confused, uncertain, and
worried.  Then she lifted her chin, her lips parted, and her eyes closed.
She wanted me to kiss her again.

   My heart soared and I leaned into her again.  I could feel my still
stiff cock, still buried as deep as it could be, jump inside her.  Our lips
met and I sucked gently.  She sucked back, carefully at first, and then
hungrily.

   My hips moved and wiggled a little.  The feeling was too intense, but
also fantastically wonderful.  She stopped kissing me and as soon as our
lips parted, she groaned loudly in pleasure.

   That was all the reassurance I needed.  I straightened up and began to
thrust into her ass in very slow motion.  The skin of my cock was being
pulled painfully.  Quickly I worked up a thick gob of spit and caught it in
my hand and spread it between us.  Immediately the pain went away and the
pleasure intensified.

   Just as quickly, my little sister built back up to a high level of
wailing and light convulsing.  I could feel that I would last longer this
time, so I enjoyed building up her reactions to the maximum.

   For many minutes, I fucked my sister's tight ass.  I varied the speed
and length of my pumping into her, enjoying every single thrust.  By the
time I pushed myself over the edge again, she was wailing and crying out,
her thin body shook and seized.

   I pumped another hot load into her, and it burned painfully, but
sweetly. As I finished, I wanted to collapse onto her body, but I settled
for resting my bare chest against hers, and sucking softly at her barely
responsive lips.

   Soon my cock softened and slid from her still tight hole.  She seemed to
recover then and wrapped her legs and arms around me, clutching me to her.

   "I love you" her breath nearly covered her barely audible words.

   There was no lie anywhere in my body when I answered, "I love you too."



   Mom would be home soon, and I still had a lot to do.  My sister must
have felt my breathing change.  She let go of me.  I couldn't resist
stealing one last soft kiss, and then I stood up from her frail beautiful
body.

   She finally closed her legs and winced in silent pain.  I helped her up,
she squeaked, and her hand grabbed her butt.  I could imagine my dirty
sperm leaking out of her.

   Leaving her clothes behind, she began to hobble toward the stairs,
squeaking and gasping while keeping her hand cupped under her butt.

   I didn't have enough time, but I wanted to help her so badly.  Quickly I
grabbed our clothes, and while still naked, I followed her upstairs.  I
looked at the couch and carpet carefully, watching for any wet spots. 
Upstairs, the bathroom door was open, and I could hear my sister inside. 
She had never left the door open before.

   I stepped inside to see my sister sitting on the toilet.  She gasped
slightly, I guess surprised to see me, but then she looked down at my naked
body and relaxed.  I dropped our clothes and grabbed a washcloth, and
rinsed it with warm water.  Then I began to wash to the creamy lather of my
sperm and her poop off my dick.  When I finished, I rinsed out the
washcloth with soap.

   By then my sister had stood up and grimaced as she wiped her butt.  I
walked to her and knelt by where she stood.  Then I began to wash between
her thighs, and she bent over and spread her legs so I could wash her
incredibly sexy butt thoroughly.

   "Did we fuck?"

   I stopped, shocked on many levels.  We hadn't really spoken during all
of this and now her voice seemed unreal.

   I didn't think she knew this much about fucking.  I didn't know that
much about fucking.  "I guess so," my answer sounded lame.  "I think that
real fucking is a little different, but I think that it is a lot like
this."

   "Did you like it?" Her voice was innocent and sweet.

   "It was the best thing in the world.  I thought I was going to die."

   "It has to be the best thing in the world.  That must be why adults
don't tell us about it," she decided.

   I could only smile and agree with her.  I had been softly rubbing inside
the crack of her butt, long after I knew that it was clean.  She was
enjoying it too.  I just had to be really careful around her cute little
butthole.

   "Yah," I realized, "and if they find out we did it, we will probably end
up in prison." I didn't know what the punishment really was, but I figured
that prison would be the least of it.

   "Yah," she nodded in agreement and understanding.

   "Mom's going to home soon.  I have to get dinner ready, okay?" with
that, I patted her behind like an adult, and got up and left the bathroom.



   Maybe someday I will tell you all the details of just how intense our
prepubescent love became.



   We learned a lot over the next few days.  Everyday I would tell her to
do her homework, and she would sweetly tell me to shove it up my ass.  We
learned to kiss.  We learned to use lotion.  We had to learn to fight
convincingly in front of our parents.

   We learned many knew positions.  I learned how to touch even the most
sensitive parts of her body and only bring out pleasure.  She learned how
to rub my cock better than I could rub it.

   About a week after we started, I accidentally thrust into her from
behind, but missed her little brown hole.  I think it went into the other
hole.  She screamed in pain, but I rubbed her body in all the best ways to
help her forget it.  Later she told me that there had been a little blood.

   A week later, it accidentally happened again, but her cry of pain was
more just surprise.  She wanted me to try it again, and soon I was
thrusting into her nicer hole.  This was nicer and I thought it was real
fucking.

   I don't think our parents ever understood why we actually got along so
well.  They didn't even question it when we got an apartment together when
my sister followed me to college.