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   I, Pervert, by Rob Morton (inc)

   Part One, Chapter 1

   There comes a time in every man's life where he must eventually face the
truth about himself.  My name is Jack Hammond and today is the day I face
the truth about myself.

   To call me a pervert would be both a hard, harsh truth - and a little
unfair.  In fact, we are all perverted in one form or another, each of us
either choosing - or being made to choose - to engage in things that our
society considers, ah, improper behavior.  Certainly, a lot of these
behaviors could be considered illegal as well as immoral - but I'm not
about to climb on my soapbox about this issue.

   No, this is about me, the "ugly" truth about myself from which I've
tried to hide during my life until, finally, I can no longer hide the facts
about what I am and the person I grew to be.  So let the truth come into
the light...

   Let me start out by saying that if I knew then what I know now, I'm sure
there are a lot of things I'd do differently.  Of course, looking at things
in retrospect is easy, but I had to get that in.

   I became aware of my body at a young age, like most guys do.  Like all
other males before me (and those yet to be born), I discovered myself in
the bathtub, learning that if I played with that thing between my legs, it
would get stiff and, boy, did it ever feel good!  Bath time took on a whole
new meaning for me, which I'm sure surprised the hell out of my mother,
given that getting me in the tub was usually considered an act of war.

   Oh, how I enjoyed those moments!  As soon as my mother would leave the
bathroom, my fingers would get busy, stroking the flesh between my legs
until it grew hard and my body tingled all over.  I would feel lightheaded
and dizzy for a moment, before everything would come back into focus for me
and I'd continue my bath; I had learned quickly that Mom would be furious
to learn that I'd been in the tub for that length of time and didn't get
clean, earning myself a harsh scrubbing at her hands.

   And, yes, there were times when I'd deliberately bring such a scrubbing
on myself, getting a thrill at the feel of my mother's hands on my young
body as she washed me.  That was, until the day came where she scrubbed and
I got hard in her hands.

   Well!  You would have thought that something horrible had happened, such
was the look on her face, which had grown a shade or two darker in color
and her eyes, normally placid and loving, grew wide in some kind of panic
I'd not understand for a few years to come.

   The outcome led to the cessation of Mom coming in and completing my
bath, both to my utter dismay and confusion.  A great loss, to be sure, but
nothing for me to really get upset over.

   It didn't bother me for two reasons.  One, that meant that I could spend
all the time I wanted in the tub, making myself feel wonderful and, two,
that pleasure didn't have to end when the bath was over and done with -
there was always the privacy of my room.

   If those walls could speak, they would tell of the many hours I spent
within them, my fingers working frantically at my penis until the wonderful
- and often scary - feelings came upon me.  Ah, I had truly found heaven...
or so I though.

   Part One, Chapter 2

   When I was 11, things really started to get interesting.  My little
sister, Jenny, who was a year younger than me, took notice of my
clandestine activities.

   "What were you doing in your room before you came outside?" Jenny asked
one day as we played together in our backyard.  "What?" I replied,
immediately on guard.

   "You were in your room a long time," Jenny said, concentrating on the
mud pie she was forming and not looking directly at me.

   "I wasn't doing nothing," I said, scraping up a fresh layer of dirt and
adding it to the dark brown slurry in front of me.

   "Yes, you were," Jenny countered.  "I know what you were doing."

   "What?"

   "You were playing with yourself!" Jenny said, her voice thankfully low.

   "Was not!"

   "Were too!"

   "No, I wasn't!"

   "Stop lying, Jackie," Jenny said, looking at me and making me shiver a
little.  "I won't tell anybody, I promise."

   Jenny and I kept a lot of "secrets" and had never betrayed any of them
to our parents, so I felt kinda better about sharing this one with her.

   "Yeah, that's what I've been doing," I confessed, feeling my face flush
with the heat of embarrassment.

   "What's it feel like?" Jenny asked, her voice still low but excited at
having dragged this revelation out of me.

   "Pretty good," I said with a smile.

   "The next time you do it, can I watch?" Jenny asked.

   Well, now!  Even as my sister's question echoed in my ears, I felt a
rush of...  something wash over me.  I shuddered against the unexpected
feeling and I had to admit that the thought of me playing with myself and
having Jenny watching sounded exciting.

   "Well?  Can I?" Jenny repeated.

   "Sure," I said - and the feeling increased inside of me.  "Do I have to
wait until you take a bath tonight?"

   "Nah, I can do it anytime I want."

   "Can you do it now?"

   "Do you want me to do it now?"

   "If you want to!"

   Jenny and I sat in the pile of dirt in the yard, surrounded by drying
mud pies, checking off with each other for a little while longer before
Jenny hit me with an inescapable fact.

   "Well, if you're going to do it now, you'd better do it before Dad gets
home!"

   She had a good point there.  "Okay, let's go!"

   We hurried inside, making enough noise to distract our mother, who was
sitting at the kitchen table, watching TV.

   "Shh!  Keep it down!" Mom hissed; she looked up at us, saw us covered in
dirt and mud, and rolled her eyes.

   "Go get yourselves cleaned up!  And make it quick before your father
gets home!"

   "Yes, ma'am," Jenny and me replied together.

   We scurried up the steps, making a stop at the bathroom to clean the mud
from our hands and faces.  As the water ran in the sink, Jenny got a really
odd look on her face for a moment before rushing over to the toilet, where
she yanked down her shorts and panties.

   In the brief moment before she sat down, I caught a glimpse of her bald
cunt.  Now, it's not like I hadn't seen it before; indeed, I had seen it on
many occasions when we used to bathe together - taking a bath with your
sister is great for playing the "Show Me" game.

   Her smooth mons vanished from sight as Jenny sat and pissed loudly, a
look of utter relief on her face.

   "God, I hate it when I'm around running water," she said, standing once
more to wipe herself.  She turned and dropped the soiled toilet paper
through the hole, turning to look at me as she flipped the handle.

   "What's wrong with you?" Jenny asked, seeing the strange look on my
face.

   "Huh?"

   "You look like you just saw a ghost or something," Jenny said, elbowing
me aside to get at the sink.

   "Huh?" I repeated dumbly, trying my best to deal with the very powerful
feeling roiling around inside of me, feelings brought out upon seeing my
sister's pussy.  What was different from all the other times I'd seen it?

   "You're nuts," Jenny said, washing her hands.  In her haste, the bar of
soap slipped from her hands and, despite her best efforts, landed on the
floor at my feet.  She bent down to pick it up, putting her face level with
my crotch...

   "Whoa!  What's this?" Jenny exclaimed, noticing the slight tent in the
front of my shorts.  "Why, Jackie!  You got a boner!"

   As if I weren't embarrassed enough!

   "Is that for me?" Jenny asked.

   "What?"

   "This, silly," my sister admonished, standing up and dropping the soap
in its dish.  "Are you hard for me?"

   "How do you know about that?" I asked, trying to get her focused on
something other than my crotch.

   "I've heard a few things," Jenny said, smiling at me.  "So, what got you
hard?"

   "Well, when you went to pee..." I began, feeling my face warm up - and
my dick grow harder.

   "Oh!  You saw my pussy!" Jenny said gleefully.

   "I've seen it before," I grumbled.

   "Yeah, but you never got hard before," Jenny said.  "Can I see it now?"

   "What, here in the bathroom?" I asked.

   "Sure, why not?" Jenny replied, reaching over and fiddling with the snap
on my pants.

   "Hey!" I yelped as my shorts were pulled down to my knees, exposing my
very hard - albeit small - cock.

   "Oh, that's nice!" Jenny cooed, taking my trembling member in her hand.
As she closed her hand around it, I felt a rush of...  something as all the
blood seemed to drain from my head, making me feel suddenly faint.

   Jenny didn't seem to notice my distress as she began stroking my cock
gently - and a lot gentler than I usually do.  All I could do was stand
there, using the sink as a crutch as my sister masturbated me.

   "I saw Gabrielle Parker do this to her boyfriend last week," Jenny said
quietly, keeping her hand busy while locking her eyes onto mine (and
answering my unasked question).

   "Umm..." I said, my brain shorting out from all the wonderful feelings
the lower half of my body was experiencing.

   "Then I saw her to this..."

   Before my addled brain could even form a question, Jenny bent over and
slipped my prick into her mouth.  The room tilted over about ninety degrees
and I suddenly felt like I was in an oven.  Even worse, my knees began to
buckle, forcing me to attempt a better grip on the sink.

   And, if it couldn't get any worse, I could feel the old, familiar
feeling quickly building inside of me; it was like when I played with
myself - only about a thousand times more powerful!

   "Mmmm," Jenny moaned around my dick, pushing her face further into my
crotch.  She started running her tongue over it, even with most of it in
her mouth - I was impressed.

   Or, I would have been had it not been for the sudden bolt of lightning
that struck me.  My whole body went completely rigid, much worse than when
I played with myself; it was like I was paralyzed or something!

   The feelings, so terribly strong inside me, broke through whatever had
been holding them back; wave after crushing wave of pleasure pounded my
senses.  I could barely feel my dick jerking around in Jenny's mouth - but
I knew it was.

   "Oh, my," Jenny said after pulling her mouth free of my cock.  The wild
feelings inside me were backing off a little, just enough for me to open my
eyes and look down.  Another wave of dizziness washed over me and I watched
with total fascination as my cock jerked and spit gobs of white stuff all
over Jenny's face and hand.

   "What the...?" I gasped, as my knees buckled once more.

   "That's the same thing Gabrielle's boyfriend did!" Jenny said,
breathlessly, using her hand to pump my softening dick even harder.

   The room continued to spin, so I did the smart thing: I sat down on the
toilet seat.  My heart was pounding in my chest, loud enough that I'm
surprised my sister didn't hear it.  I watched her lean over the sink and
wash the white stuff off her face and hands.

   "What did you do?" I asked, finally finding enough brain power to speak.

   "I made you shoot," Jenny said, insufferably pleased with herself.  "Did
it feel good?"

   "Well, yeah," I admitted.  "But where did you learn that?"

   "I told you - I was watching Gabrielle do the same thing to her
boyfriend.  She made him shoot and then asked me if I wanted to make him
shoot, too - so I did."

   "What else did you do?" I asked.

   "They showed me something else, too - you wanna try it?"

   "I guess so," I said, upgrading my opinion of our babysitter Gaby and
her boyfriend, Donny.

   "Come on, then!" Jenny said, helping me to my feet.  I almost walked out
of the bathroom with my pants down; Jenny giggled as I stopped to pull them
up, taking my hand and almost dragging me down the hall to her room. 
Before we got there, we heard our mother's voice coming from the bottom of
the stairs.  "Jack?  Jennifer?" Mom called out loudly.

   "Yes, ma'am?" I answered, hustling to the top of the steps as Jenny
slipped into her room - Mom hated it when she had to call you twice.

   "I'm going over to Lundy's to pick up a few things," Mom said to me as
my face appeared at the top of the stairs.  "I want you and your sister to
stay inside while I'm gone - don't let me find out you left the house and
went anywhere, do you understand me?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied as solemnly as I could, hoping that she couldn't
hear the tremor in my voice left over from my recent experience.

   "Where's your sister?"

   "In her room," I answered.  "I think she's changing her clothes or
something."

   "Good - don't know why you kids play in the mud to begin with," Mom
said, shaking her head.  "Make sure you tell her what I said - be back in a
little while."

   I stood at the top of the stairs until I heard the family car putter off
into the distance before racing back to my sister's room.  I knocked on her
door - old habits are hard to break - and stepped inside after hearing her
tell me to come in.

   Part One, Chapter 3

   After closing the door behind me, I turned to find Jenny lying on her
bed, just as naked as the day she was born!  At ten, she was just beginning
to develop breasts (as explained to me by my father one day), two
odd-shaped lumps sitting on her chest - and lumps that I suddenly found
rather attractive.

   Just like in the bathroom, my eyes took in the scene of her cunt, still
baby-bottom smooth and looking as if a surgeon had taken a scalpel and made
a perfect incision between her legs.

   "Do you like me like this?" Jenny asked, her voice low and seductive.

   "Yeah," I said, feeling my prick stirring in my pants once more. 
"You're very pretty, Jenny."

   "Take your clothes off and hop in," Jenny invited, patting the space
next to her.

   Man, I must have broken some kind of speed record getting out of my
clothes!  It didn't take me long to shed them and slide onto the bed next
to my sister.

   "Do you want to touch me?" Jenny asked, running her fingers along my
arm; it tickled, but in a very nice way.  I bit back a bubble of laughter
and just nodded my head.

   "Touch me here," Jenny instructed, taking my hand and placing it on her
chest, right on her forming breasts.

   I did as she told me, my prick now pointing up at me, as I felt her tit,
a rather strange but pleasant feeling.  It was hard but soft at the same
time, reminding me of how my dick felt when it was hard.  I guess some kind
of instinct took over because I felt both of her peach-sized nubs,
alternating between the two.

   "That feels nice, Jackie," Jenny said, rubbing the back of my hand as I
continued my touching of her.

   "Gabrielle showed you this, too?" I asked, letting my fingers tickle her
at the very top of her tits, watching the flesh pucker and harden at my
touch.

   "Yeah, she showed me a lot of things," Jennifer confessed.  "Now, put
your mouth on one of them and suck it."

   I didn't hesitate for a moment, scooting to a semi-sitting position and
lowering my head to her lumpy (but attractive) chest.  Again, some sort of
instinct took over the moment my mouth made contact with her peaches; deep
inside me, some kind of memory came into play as I started sucking.  It
just seemed too natural for me to suck like this and I did so with
increasing gusto.

   "Ow!  Not so hard!" Jenny squealed when I got a little too enthusiastic.
I slowed my pace and was rewarded with a contented sigh from my sister. 
Some sort of instinct or memory or something must have been working on her,
too, because she held my head to her breast gently, stroking my hair.

   I don't know how much time I spent sucking my sister's tits; time seemed
to lose all meaning as I lost myself in the task.  It was a rather weird
feeling: I could feel the heady excitement flowing all around us, a sort of
building pressure or something - I really can't describe it any better,
even at this point in my life.  My whole world consisted of Jennifer's
breasts in my mouth and her hand on my head, which was now pushing me down
to her belly.
At first, I resisted the gentle shove against my head, mostly because I
didn't want to leave the security of my sister's breast and the warm, fuzzy
feelings it gave me.  My resistance became greater then I realized what she

wanted me to do; well, that and her telling me to kiss her pussy.

   "C'mon, Jack!" Jenny moaned, using both hands to increase the pressure
on my head.  "I put your dick in my mouth so you have to kiss my pussy! 
Fair is fair!"

   I'm not going to say that my sister didn't have a point.  Of course, it
was perfectly okay for her to put my dick in her mouth!  And I had just
finished (or was forced to finish) sucking her titties, didn't I?

   As my head was shoved down further, I could easily smell her scent, a
hot, electric kind of aroma.  As my lips passed her belly button, Jenny's
legs opened wide, allowing more of that, hmmm, interesting aroma to assault
my senses.

   "Ahh," Jenny moaned, as my lips made contact with her hairless pudenda.
She opened her legs further, literally stuffing my captured head between
her legs and locking them around my ears, imprisoning me until I did her
bidding.

   Somehow, it made sense for me not to struggle so I spent a few seconds
exploring my fleshy surroundings.  The scent of her body down here was not
quite overpowering, not really all that good - but not all that bad,
either. Realizing that I wasn't going to be set free until I did something
down here, I stuck out my tongue and let it slip between Jenny's smooth
folds of flesh.

   Two things happened: Jenny suddenly turned into a wild woman - and I
completely lost my mind as the slightly pissy, oily taste coated my tongue!

   "Yes!  That's it!" Jenny squealed as I ran my tongue over a bump I found
in the middle of all that smooth, delicious flesh.  Since it caused some
interesting results, I did it again, much to my sister's obvious delight.

   Talk about being a kid with a new toy!  It gave me a strange sort of
pleasure to flip my tongue over that bump (which was getting hard, to my
surprise) and feel/listen to my sister lose her mind.  Her legs would
alternate between squeezing tight and squeezing tighter as I played with
the mystery bump with my lips and tongue.  I was beginning to get one hell
of a headache between Jenny's legs around my head and her fingers locked
into my short-cropped hair.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Jenny cried out suddenly, her whole body going as stiff
as a board; she seemed to hold that stiffness for one or two seconds before
her body exploded into a mass of wild, uncontrolled gyrations, slamming her
naked pussy against my face, her legs trembling and flailing and, to my
discomfort, her clawed fingers locked into a death grip on my scalp.

   A moment later, I was free as my sister's legs and hands fell limply
away from my head, giving me the opportunity to draw a much needed deep
breath of air.  "Did Gabrielle and her boyfriend show you that, too?" I
asked, once I was able to speak again.

   "Oh, yes," Jenny purred.  "She said it was the best feeling in the world
- and she was right!  Now, one last thing!"

   "What's that?" I asked, wondering what more there could be to all of
this.

   "Put it in me," Jenny said, lifting her legs high in the air.

   "Do what?" I asked, feeling my cock get even harder.

   "Put your dick inside my pussy," Jenny repeated, reaching out and
pulling me against her body.  "Here, like this..."

   Jenny reached down between us and grabbed my dick, rubbing it into her
slit; I felt the tip of my prick rubbing against that bump I found with my
tongue just moments earlier and looked at my sister's face as she spent a
few seconds messing with that bump - she had a smile so bright it would
have lit up the dark side of the moon!

   Just then, I felt the head of my dick become lodged into a very tight
spot.  It was a rather curious feeling, to say the least.  And, if that
weren't enough, my dick began to go deeper into that tightness, creating a
feeling unequalled by anything I'd ever experienced at this point in my
life.

   "It's going in," Jenny exclaimed, lifting her head up and trying to peek
between our bodies.  I wasn't sure what she was looking at or for, but I
propped myself up on my arms so she could get a better view; as I did so,
my weenie slipped inside her another inch, my knob bumping into something.
"Keep pushing," Jenny hissed, screwing her eyes closed.  "Push real hard!"

   I hesitated, unsure of what to do at this point.  I mean, my dick was
feeling pretty good right where it was, if you know what I mean.  Normally,
whenever my sister asked something of me, I would do it, no questions
asked, because she had never steered me wrong or try to get me in trouble.

   It goes without saying at that even at the ripe old age of eleven, I
knew having my cock stuffed in my sister's pussy was about as wrong as it
got; the newspaper was always talking about some guy getting arrested for
molesting his son or daughter or whomever.  And, I also knew that if our
parents were to walk into the room right at this moment, my ass would be
shredded into sushi.

   At the same time, I knew I didn't care for two reasons.  One was very
obvious - I liked having my dick in a girl's cunt!  The other was that I
really loved my sister a whole lot, enough to trust her explicitly.

   "What are you waiting for, Jackie?" Jenny asked, grinding her hips and
humping up at me.  "Push it the rest of the way in!"

   Again, I faltered, caught between my lust and wanting to do what was
right.  Just the same - and not knowing what was running through my mind -
Jennifer wasn't having any of it.  She reached down and grabbed me by my
butt and, with one surprisingly powerful move, shove me forward while
driving her hips upward.

   "OH!" Jenny cried out as our bodies met and, as they did so, I could
feel something inside my sister's body give way, allowing the rest of my
cock to slide into her.

   It must have been painful for her.  For me, it felt as if my dick were
being folded in half for a moment, then whatever that was broke loose (or
whatever) and the folded feeling - and the pain it caused - vanished.

   Well, it did for me, anyway.  I opened my eyes and looked down at her,
feeling like a dog at the sight of tears streaming down her cheeks.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, very much afraid that I'd hurt her.

   "Yes, I'll be okay in a moment," Jenny replied, braving the pain to
smile at me.  "Are you okay?"

   "I guess so," I said, propping myself up on my arms again and looking at
the point where our bodies were joined together.  From where I was, I
couldn't miss the bright crimson patch of wetness just under Jenny's butt.

   "You're bleeding!" I gasped, trying to remove myself from her and get up
to survey the damage.

   "That's okay," Jenny said cheerfully, which soothed my concerns; her
hands holding me by the ass helped to keep me right where she wanted me. 
"Gabrielle told me that when I lost my cherry, it would hurt for a little
while and that it might make me bleed a little, too."

   "Are you sure?" I asked, unconvinced.

   "Quite sure," Jenny confirmed.  "Now, move your butt up and down until
your dick starts sliding in and out - but don't let it come all the way
out, okay?"

   "Why?" I asked, not quite understanding her instructions.

   "Just do it - you'll see!"

   So I did as I was told.  In retrospect, that was the most funniest thing
I've ever done!  I can easily remember how clumsy and out of synch my
movements were; Jenny was so patient and calming during those first few
minutes.  After a couple of minutes, my body sort of fell into the natural
rhythm of fucking.  As I did so, Jenny's smile got even wider and she began
to giggle, too, cheering me on and using language I didn't know she even
knew.

   "Fuck my cunny, Jackie," my sister cursed.  "Fuck me!"

   I didn't know whether to laugh or what, listening to my sister's
crudeness.  I do know one thing, though - her words of encouragement had an
immediate effect because The Feeling was suddenly upon me, no warnings
given.

   "Um, Jenny?"

   "Yeah?"

   "I...  um, I'm getting ready to, ah..."

   "You're gonna shoot?"

   "Yeah!" "Go ahead, big brother!  Shoot your stuff in me!"

   Now, given everything else I knew, I also knew that shooting your stuff
in a girl was the way babies were made.  Yeah, I didn't know that there was
no way Jenny was going to get pregnant at that particular moment, but,
frankly, I really didn't care because The Feeling was kicking my ass
something fierce!

   "I'm gonna, oh, shit..."

   The Feeling reared back and slapped me senseless, enveloping me in its
paralyzing grip as my cock shot gob after gob of stuff into my sister's
bloodied hole.

   "Jenny!" I cried, unable to deal with the multitude of sensations
assaulting me from every direction.

   "Just let it happen, Jack," Jenny said with a calm I definitely didn't
feel.  "Just let it go."

   And, it went, too!  Today, I know that I only spent a few seconds
pumping my sperm into my sister's body; but, at that moment, it felt more
like hours.  Wave after wave of near-nauseating pleasure swept over me as
my dick twitched and spit its goo.  My eyes had rolled back into my head so
far I was getting a headache...  and I'm not even going to talk about the
major cramp that was developing in my ass!

   Without warning, The Feeling released me from its powerful grip and I
collapsed onto Jenny, spent and completely worn out.  Hell, it was such an
intense experience that I was crying, my joyful tears soaking the pillow
under Jenny's head.

   My sister wrapped her arms around me and held me close to her,
whispering comforting words into my ear and stroking my hair.  I must have
lain there for three or four minutes before I was able to speak.

   "What did we just do?" I asked.  It wasn't exactly a stupid question.

   "You just fucked me, Jackie," Jenny answered, kissing my cheek.

   "I know, but why?" I countered, biting back another wave of tears.

   "Because I love you, silly," Jenny replied, still kissing my cheek. 
"Gabrielle told me after she and Donny fucked that when I'm ready to fuck,
I should give my pussy to someone I loved.  I love you, so..."

   I didn't know what to say.  I could hear the truth of her words and I
knew that I loved her very much - and that was before we fucked.  But, now
that she had given me such a precious gift, I knew my love for Jenny would
always be strong.

   "I love you, too, sis," I said, kissing her lightly on the lips.  "We'd
better get cleaned up before Mom gets back, huh?"

   "Yeah, we should," Jenny agreed.  "Just promise me one thing?"

   "What's that?"

   "Promise me that you'll fuck me again?"

   This time there wasn't a bit of hesitation.  "I promise."

   "Any time I want?"

   "I promise," I repeated, pulling my shriveled penis from her body and
rising from the bed where, on shaky legs, I scooped up my clothing and
headed for the bathroom while Jenny stripped her bed.

   As luck would have it, we finished showering and was all nice and
cleaned up just as our mother walked in the door.  Good thing, too, because
our father was just a couple of minutes behind her!

   Despite their arrival - and the disaster I know would have taken place
had they arrived earlier, I was buoyed by the good feelings of my
experience with my sister.  I made a solemn vow to myself to give Jenny my
very best efforts in return for sharing her most precious gift with me. 
Anytime she wanted it, anywhere.

   Part One, Chapter 4

   The next several years went by quickly and Jen (as she said I should
call her that now) and me fucked every chance we got.  There were times
when we'd only be able to sneak in a quickie, something I got to be good
at, by the way; there were also times when we could fuck at our leisure.

   We almost got busted once, though.  No, not because one of our parents
walked in on us, but because of a trip I made to the drugstore.

   See, me and Jen fucked without a care in the world for about six months
- then she started getting her period.  Mom fussed over her about it and
spent quite a bit of time talking to her in private about how to handle her
"monthlies." Of course, I got all the juicy details from Jen afterwards,
but it was enough to make it clear to both of us that from this point
forward, a measure of protection was warranted.

   We knew that our parents were going out to play bridge on Friday, so we
planned to fuck up a storm while they were gone.  But, in order for that to
happen, I had to pinch some funds from my allowance and go down to Goodly's
for some condoms.

   That in itself wasn't that big a deal; Mr.  Goodly was used to seeing
guys of all ages coming in and buying rubbers.  I made my purchase, got
back home, and put them to good use...  after figuring out how to get it
on, that is.  I had bought two packages, each with three condoms.  I went
through the first pack in no time flat and started on the second before it
was time to quit - it wouldn't be healthy for Mom and Dad to catch us.

   What I didn't count on was my mother finding the other two condoms where
I had stashed them in my dresser drawer, nor did I count on her giving them
to my father and explaining where she found them.  So, you can imagine the
look on my face when my father pulled me to the side after church one
Sunday afternoon and said he wanted to talk to me about something.

   "What's up, Dad?" I asked nervously as he led me away from the people
milling around in front of the church.

   "You tell me, son," my Dad countered, giving me his best father-look.

   "Well, I don't know," I replied, which wasn't a lie.

   "I'll get right to the point," Dad said, reaching into his jacket pocket
and, oh, shit, pulling out the open package of rubbers.  "Are these yours?"

   I'm not sure, but it felt like I just stopped breathing at that point.
Man!  Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place!  I didn't
have to be a genius to figure out that lying to my father about the rubbers
would be the biggest mistake of my life.

   "Yes, sir," I said glumly, knowing that a flood of questions would
follow my answer - and praying he didn't ask the wrong question.

   "Do I want to know the name of the girl you're using these on?" Dad
asked, his features hard and unreadable and, yep, he just asked the wrong
question.

   "Do you really think her name is important, Dad?" I countered.  "I mean,
I would think it's more important that I know to use one of these, ah, when
it's needed - wouldn't you?"

   Dad's eyebrows floated up toward the brim of his hat as he took in my
reply, giving me a feeling of impending doom at being so impertinent.  He
stood there for a long moment, looking from the opened package then back to
me before his face relaxed.

   "Yeah, I guess you're right on that one, son," he said finally.  Was I
hearing things or was there a little bit of fatherly pride in his voice? 
"Look, son, I don't mean to pry, but when your mother finds something like
this, well, it's my job to check it out."

   "I think I understand, Dad," I answered, inwardly breathing a sigh of
relief as we walked over to join Jen and my mother at the car.  "If I were
in your place, I would have done the same thing!"

   "Just the same, I'm glad we had this little talk, Jack," Dad said,
tousling my hair.  "But, you be very careful just the same - these things
aren't 100% foolproof!  Accidents can happen even when you're using one of
these!"

   "I'll be careful, Dad," I promised him as I climbed into the car.  As I
fastened my seat belt, I could see Jen giving me a "what was that all
about" look.  I reached over and patted her hand, hoping that my facial
expression would let her know that I'd reveal all later.

   Later that afternoon, Jen and I went out for a walk in the park - Mom
and Dad had gone upstairs to, ahem, take care of a little business of their
own, if you know what I mean.  As we walked, I told Jen of my conversation
with our father and assured her that he didn't suspect anything, something
Jen was mighty glad to hear.

   "Whew!  That was close, wasn't it?" she asked, taking a seat on the lush
park grass.

   "Yeah, it was," I agreed, taking a seat next to her.  "I thought he was
going to demand I tell him who I was fucking!"

   "Would you have told him you were fucking me?" Jen asked.

   "No," I replied.  "It would have really bothered me to lie to him, but I
promised you that I'd never tell anyone about what we've been doing."

   "Well, Mom read me the riot act that day when I got my period," Jen
said. "She wanted to know if I was 'doing anything' with any boys.

   "Yeah, I remember you telling me that," I said, equally grateful that my
sister hadn't betrayed the trust.  "But, all this means is that we have to
be very careful from now on - we don't need them getting suspicious!"

   "I agree," Jen said, taking me by the hand and squeezing it gently. 
"Careful it is - but we're still gonna fuck every chance we get, right?"

   "You bet," I heartily agreed.  Hell, making love to my sister was worth
getting into trouble over!  We had learned so much together and, with the
learning, grew closer and deeper in love with each other.

   Later that night (or very early the next morning, if you like), Jen and
I reaffirmed our love for each other, quietly, but with relish.  My back
and shoulders bore the marks of her passion as she clawed and bit my flesh
each time she came; when I exploded inside of the condom, I knew that even
though she couldn't feel my spunk filling her, she could feel my cock
jerking and pulsing inside of her, which caused her to bite my shoulder so
hard it drew blood.

   She apologized, but I didn't really care; I would have rather she bit me
than to cry out as she does when we're by ourselves!  Believe me, my
shoulder didn't hurt nearly as bad as the ass-whipping my father would have
laid on me if he ever heard her!

   Part One, Chapter 5

   Now, you have to know that I wouldn't be writing this story if
everything had gone without incident.  From the time I was 11 until I was
17, I had logged many miles in my sister's cunt (seven inches at a time, of
course) and spilled so much sperm for her I could have repopulated the
world ten time over!  Hell, I actually bought some stock in the company
that manufactured the condoms I used - made out pretty good, too, I might
add.  As we grew older, we took more chances to screw - once we even fucked
in the hall closet while our parents sat in the other room!  I was never
without condoms; knowing how much we loved fucking each other, I made it a
point to carry two or three with me at all times because there was never
any telling when Jen would drop her panties for me.

   The night I graduated from high school will stay with me for as long as
I continue to live.  Jen didn't bother with making it a secret that one of
the graduation presents I wouldn't be able to open in front of our parents
would be her - and I was so very much looking forward to unwrapping it,
too!

   I had told my parents that I would be going out with some of my ex high
school chums, you know, to celebrate our release from the educational
prison.  It wasn't exactly a lie - I just didn't tell them which high
school chums I'd be hanging out with.  They both agreed that it would be
okay for me to spend some time with them, more so since I would be heading
off for college in the fall - locally, that is - wasn't gonna stray too far
from my sister!

   So, before the graduation ceremonies, I went and got a motel room, you
know, the kind where you use phony names and you don't want people who know
you to see you?  That was easy enough - I'm sure the old guy behind the
desk knew what was going to be taking place in Room 312 later on.

   I spent the entire graduation ceremony fidgeting.  All I really wanted
to do was get my diploma, spend a little time with my parents opening their
graduation gifts, then haul ass over to the motel room to meet Jen so I
could get my real present!  I had given her the key as planned, making sure
we had our "knock codes" together so she'd know it was me when I got there.

   My cock was rock hard under my gown just thinking about the night of
pleasure ahead of me and I was so focused on getting my mouth on my
sister's cunt, I almost didn't hear Dr.  Everson call out my name to accept
my diploma!

   Mercifully, the ceremonies ended and I suffered through another hour of
gifts and well-wishes when I got home; I spent so much time looking at my
watch I'm surprised my parents didn't scold me for it right away. 
Eventually, they got the hint and suggested (with some winks between them)
that I get going before it got too late; my father even hinted that if I
didn't come back until the next morning, he was sure that they wouldn't
object...  much.

   I practically ran out of the house, jumping into my car and cranking
over the engine.  I realized that I was anxious to hook up with Jen - but I
knew it wouldn't do for me to get busted for speeding, so I managed to calm
myself down enough to drive like I had some sense.  After all, it wouldn't
do for me to wreck my graduation present on the first night I had it, would
it?

   I had been careful about selecting the "no tell motel" for my tryst with
Jen, making sure I picked one well away from town.  A little too far for my
patience, though; it had only taken me 15 minutes to drive out to the motel
earlier in the day but now, it seemed like it was taking years!

   I finally got there in one piece, parking my new car on the side of the
building.  I jumped out, located the room (it faced the lot) and took the
steps three at a time, unfastening shit on the way.  I reached Room 312 and
used Secret Knock Number 7, tapping out one of the fifteen codes Jen and I
had developed over the years to signal to each other when and where we
wanted to fuck.

   At first, I didn't get an answer and I almost panicked!  What if she had
fallen asleep waiting for me?  Jen could sleep through an earthquake! 
Worse, what if she couldn't make it after all?  Swallowing my fear, I
knocked again, fearing the worse.

   But, the door swung open after the second code-knock and I found myself
staring into the pitch blackness beyond.

   "Come on in, big boy," Jen's voice beckoned to me from the darkness.  "I
thought you'd never make it in time!"

   "You had me worried," I said, stepping into the darkness, feeling along
the wall for the light switch.

   "What are you doing?" Jen asked as she closed the door, banishing the
light from the parking lot.

   "Looking for the light switch," I answered, still fumbling for the
elusive switch.

   "You don't need the light, Jack," Jen said seductively, slapping my hand
away from the wall.  "There's nothing you need to see and, besides, you
know what it looks like.  Now, lose the clothes, graduated brother of
mine!"

   Remember when I told you that I had broken a record for getting
undressed the first time me and Jen made love?  Well, that record went by
the wayside as I shed my clothing, one shoe clattering against the divan on
the other side of the room.  I felt Jen's hand reaching for me and I
grabbed it, allowing her to lead me to the bed.  My head hadn't hit the
pillow good before I felt her lips on mine and her tongue snaking inside my
mouth to wage war against mine.

   I lay back and let Jen have her way with me, something I knew really got
her hot to trot.  And did she ever have her way!  She must have been a lot
hornier than usual because she only gave my nipple a token lick or two
before diving down and burying her face into my crotch, taking each of my
balls and sucking them into her mouth, washing them with her tongue.

   If nothing else, my sister turned out to be a champion cocksucker,
although I hadn't had anything to compare her skills against.  However, I
would sit and watch her practice on bananas, often without bothering to
peel them; it would get me harder than granite to watch her deep-throating
the large, curving fruit, each time she practiced, more and more of the
banana would disappear into her gullet until, one day, she got it all down
her throat without even breathing hard.  And, she could do the same thing
with cucumbers - and I ain't talking about those little Italian jobs,
either!  But, I digress!

   Jen went to work on me with her mouth and tongue, swallowing my
seven-inch pecker like it was only an inch long.  My eyes had finally
adjusted to the room's darkness and I just laid back and watch my beautiful
sister do her thing.

   "C'mon, Jen," I begged after a few minutes.  "Stick that hot pussy in my
face!"

   "Fuck you, Jack," she replied, grinning evilly.  "This is my present to
you and I'll give it any way I damn well please!"

   "But, baby," I pleaded, feeling very much left out - and very hungry for
the sweet taste of her cunt.  "I need to eat you!"

   "Fuck you," Jen repeated, and went right back to sucking my dick as if I
never said a word.  Once or twice during her oral attack, I felt her
shudder and moan softly and I knew that Jen was climaxing while sucking me,
something that never failed to amaze me.

   Even though I was used to Jen's style of cocksucking, she was putting
forth her very best effort to please me; barely ten minutes had passed
before I was gushing wads of hot, spicy spunk into her greedy mouth.

   "God damn it!" I cursed, feeling the sperm literally being drawn from my
balls by my sister's suctioning mouth.  "Holy shit!"

   "You ain't felt nothing yet, dear," Jen said, giving me a glance of her
face as she used her tongue to clean the jizz from her lips.

   I gasped loudly, the sound echoing in the room as Jen went back down on
me, swiping her tongue against the now very sensitive head of my cock.  Her
hand squeezed me tightly, never giving my dick a chance to get soft and
increasing my pleasure to near painful levels.

   The next thirty seconds found me thrashing on the bed in a weak effort
to get away from the hot, sexy woman that was literally devouring my flesh,
my screams for mercy bouncing off the walls and none of them being heard by
my loving sister.

   The pleasure was so intense I didn't even notice it when she stopped and
straddled me, lowering her juicy cunt onto my boner; even the baby smooth
skin of her shaved box sent gouts of fire along the raw, tortured nerve
endings in my prick.  Once fully impaled upon me, Jen began to ride me like
fucking was illegal - and in this case, it was - but who gives a fuck?

   There was something nagging at the back of my mind...  but I just
couldn't muster the energy to grab onto it; my whole world was centered on
my dick buried in my sister's cooze.

   "C'mon, give it up, you bastard," Jen hissed - did I mention she likes
to talk dirty when we fuck?  "Give up the fucking juice, you sorry excuse
for a man!"

   I was whimpering and moaning and pretty much sounding like a girl myself
- but enough of her words sank in for me to at least try to redeem myself.
I thrust upward to meet her downward strokes, taking some pleasure in
hearing her gasp in surprise as my glans crashed against her cervix.  Her
hands flew to her stomach and I knew that she was really feeling me inside
her, hard and deep, just as she likes it.

   I only managed a couple such strokes before The Feeling crushed me like
a ton of bricks, taking me completely out of the contest; I knew my mouth
was open, but I couldn't even hear myself scream as my balls emptied
themselves into Jen's liquid warmth.

   As the first spurts jetted into her, I suddenly realized what was
roaming around in the back of my mind - I DIDN'T HAVE A CONDOM ON!

   "Jen!  Wait..." I croaked, my throat raw and dry.

   "What is it lover?" Jen asked, her own voice husky and sexy.

   "No...  I'm not wearing..." I gasped as The Feeling kick my ass again.

   "Yes, baby, I know.  I miss feeling your bare meat inside of me and
wanted to feel it tonight," Jen whispered, shuddering through an orgasm of
her own.

   "But..."

   "Shh.  Be quite and cum in me!  That's a good boy, Jack, fill my pussy
with your love!"

   Even as the last little spurts flowed inside her, I knew the damage was
already done.  Apparently, giving me the pussy wasn't the present Jen had
in mind - giving it to me without using a rubber was.  As I tried to catch
my breath, a part of me didn't really object; indeed, it made perfectly
good sense, especially since I hadn't been bare inside of her since before
she turned 12.  Yeah, I was all too aware of the consequences of such a
bold and daring move at this stage in our lives - but Jen wasn't about to
give me any more time to think about it as her mouth closed on me once
more, bringing the pain, bringing the pleasure, showing me the depths of
her love.

   To say we fucked like rabbits that night just doesn't do it justice.  I
finally got to chow down on her muff, a real treat for me and more so
because my sperm was dripping out of her like it was cumming out of a
faucet.  In between our oral torture of each other, we fucked in every
position possible, each time ending up with my seed flowing into her.

   I even got to fuck her in the ass, something we both had been wanting to
do for years - but could never muster the strength to follow up on.  Oh, it
was such a rush for me to see my thick (and very sore) cock jutting out
from the tight confines of her rectum, just as it pleased me to hear her
begging me to fuck her nasty ass, demanding that I rip her shitter apart
with my powerful log of lust.

   Yeah, sounds corny as hell - but that's what she said, I swear!

   Somewhere along the line, we fell asleep - I don't know for how long,
though.  I do know that I woke up to the delightful sensations of Jen's
pussy wrapped around my dick as she rode me once again.  And, like all the
other times, I unloaded my seed into her, to our mutual satisfaction.

   Afterwards, we hit the shower; we were a couple of sticky, spermy
individuals, let me tell you!  It was difficult getting clean, though; it's
really hard to wash yourself up when you've got your dick buried in
someone's ass and cunt.  We fucked in the shower until the water got cold,
got out and dried off, and fucked once more before leaving for home.

   I dropped the key off at the front desk, catching a glimpse of Jen's
taillights as she sped out of the parking lot heading for home; we had
planned to arrive back at the house separately, of course - wouldn't do for
both of us to wander in at the same time!  As I got my deposit back, the
old guy behind the desk gave me a knowing smile, you know, the kinds guys
share with each other when one of them has scored heavily on the coochie?

   "Have a nice morning, ah, Mr.  Jones," the desk man said to me as I
walked out the door.

   Boy, was he ever wrong!

   Part One, Chapter 6

   Like I was telling you, I wouldn't be writing this if everything had
gone without a hitch.  After leaving the motel, I took my own sweet time
going home, savoring the long night spent with Jen and the raunchy
pleasures found within her embrace.

   Part of my reasoning for my late arrival was to allow Jen enough time to
arrive ahead of me so that it wouldn't look like we ran into each other on
the way in; such an event might get one of our parents thinking that we may
have been together.

   As I pulled up to the curb in front of the house, I began to get a sense
that something wasn't quite right.  I sat in the car for a moment, trying
to pin down the feeling of dread that crept its way up my spine for a
moment.  I looked at the house and didn't see anything out of sorts; Jen's
car and my parents' car were both parked in the driveway and, despite the
early hour, everything seemed to be in place.

   Shrugging, I shut off my engine and climbed out, locking the door behind
me.  I shuffled up the walk, very much looking forward to climbing into my
own bed - alone, for a change; my sister was much more than a handful!

   I slipped inside the house, already wearing the sheepish grin I knew my
parents would expect, since I was walking in the house at six in the
morning.  I hung my jacket up in the hall closet and proceeded to head of
the stairs when a voice called to me from the darkened dining room.

   "Can we see you for a minute, Jack?" my father's voice came from the
darkness, sending another shiver down my spine.

   "Sure, Dad," I replied, heading toward the sound of his voice.  "What's
up?"

   "We need to talk, son," Dad answered, appearing out of the shadows like
someone's worst nightmare; had I been a few years younger, I might have
pissed myself.

   "Okay," I said evenly.  "Why are you sitting in the dark like this?"

   "Because I don't want to wake your mother."

   "Okay," I repeated, my feeling of dread quickly developing into an
icicle of fear.

   Dad was always good at making me squirm while waiting for him to speak -
and this time was no different.  Even though I could barely see him, I
knew...  no, I could feel his eyes burning into me.  Experience had taught
me not to say anything before he was ready to speak his piece, so I sat,
squirmed, and waited.

   "How long have you been fucking your sister?" Dad asked suddenly.

   "What?" I stammered, my heart stopping in mid-beat.

   "I didn't stutter, Jack.  How long?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, trying to think of
some way to stall him to get my thoughts in order.  Shit, I expected him to
bust my ass for coming in late...

   "Oh, I think you do," Dad said, his tone of voice telling me without a
doubt that he knew something.

   "But..." I started to say before decided to plead the fifth for the
moment.

   "I got to wondering one day why I never saw you hanging out with any
girls other than your sister," Dad began, shifting in his seat.  "At first,
I didn't think much of it, knowing how close you and Jennifer are."

   "But then, I got to thinking about that, too, and it seemed to me that
there had to be some reason why the two of you were so close and chummy."

   "Just because I like hanging out with my sister doesn't mean I'm doing
her," I said, finding a little solid ground to stand upon.

   "True - it doesn't," Dad agreed; even in the darkness, I could "see" him
nodding his head.  "Not by itself.  Then it came to me that you were going
through quite a few boxes of rubbers for someone who wasn't visibly dating
anyone.  At first, I thought you were doing what a lot of young guys do -
buy a box of rubbers and use them for whacking off."

   "Hey, just because you don't see me with other girls doesn't mean I
wasn't, um, getting busy!" I objected.

   "That's also true, Jack, except I really got curious about it and did a
little checking on my own.  Seems like the only girl you've ever been seen
with is Jennifer."

   "What?"

   "Oh, yeah, I checked with all the friends of yours I could find and they
all said the same thing: no girlfriends, just hanging out with your sister.
As a matter of fact, Lynn Barrows even told me how you turned her down for
several dates!"

   "Means nothing," I said lamely.

   "It does if you've been playing hide the sausage with my daughter," Dad
said, the anger creeping into his voice.  "And I hope for your sake that
you haven't.  Now, tell me the truth, Jack!"

   Oh, man!  I knew that if I didn't answer him, my father would just
assume that he was right and the pain would follow shortly thereafter.  If
I confessed, the pain would be there and, if I lied, the pain would be
something I'd rather not live to experience - and knowing my father's
temper, I wouldn't live long.

   "I'm waiting, Jack," Dad reminded me unnecessarily.

   Damned if I do, damned if I don't, wouldn't you say?  You know, I really
wasn't worried about what Dad might do to me; hell, the worst he could do
was kill me.  Instead, I was worried more about my sister than my own
well-being; there was no telling what he might do to her!

   "Jack..."

   "Okay, Dad, damn!  You're right - me and Jen have been lovers for a long
time!  Are you happy now?" I blurted, figuring to take the brunt of Dad's
rage when it fell onto me.

   "Sweet Jesus," my father muttered.  "Do you realize what you've done?"

   "I'm gonna give it to you straight, Dad, and if you want to kick my ass,
well, do what you have to do," I said, steeling myself for the onslaught.

   "Please do," he replied, his tone of voice dangerous.

   "I haven't done anything that Jen didn't want me to do to her," I began,
wishing that I could see my father clearly so I could at least try to duck
when he started swinging.  "As a matter of fact, we took each other's
virginity a long time ago and have been lovers ever since."

   "I take it you spent the night with her in some sleazy motel room?"

   "Yes," I answered, realizing there was no point in denying it.

   "I don't know what to say," Dad muttered, shifting in his chair and
raising my blood pressure another hundred points.

   "If it means anything, I'm sorry if all of this has hurt you or Mom; I
thought we were doing a good job of keeping it quiet," I offered.  "And,
I'm willing to accept any punishment you wish to impose upon me - just as
long as you don't take it out on Jennifer."

   "I'm sorry, too, son," Dad said sadly.  "I had hoped that I was wrong,
but it appears that I wasn't.  Of course, you realize that you can't live
here any longer?"

   "What?"

   "You heard me.  You should go upstairs and pack whatever you can carry
and get out of here," Dad supplied.

   "But, Dad!" Shit, I would have rather he drag me outside and beat the
shit out of me!

   "Jack, I'm trying hard to keep my cool about this, so you shouldn't
press your luck.  Here..." Dad slid an envelope across the table to me, one
so thick it was secured with a rubber band.

   "There's $10,000 in there, more than enough to keep you going for a
while until you get settled someplace and get back on your feet," Dad said
quietly.  "Take it and get the fuck out of my house, Jack, before I change
my mind."

   Well, that just about took care of my whole life, didn't it?  One moment
I was on top of the world, the next picking myself out of a huge pile of
shit.  Twenty minutes ago, I was the luckiest man in the world, madly in
love with the greatest woman on the planet and, now, I had nothing.

   "What are you waiting for?  Go!"

   "Can I at least say goodbye to my mother and sister?" I asked.

   "Hell, no!  You are really pushing it..."

   "Thought I'd ask," I said, getting up from the table and pocketing the
cash-fattened envelope.  "I'm outta here, then."

   I made my way upstairs without any interference from my father; once
inside what used to be my room, I packed whatever I could into my various
bags and suitcases, stuffing the remainder into a few large trash bags.  My
father stood in the doorway, a stone-faced, silent sentinel, watching me
carry my meager possessions to the car.  Once I was done loading, I
stripped the keys to the house from my key ring and handed them to him
without a word.

   "Jack..." my father began and, for a moment, I almost turned to look at
him - but I didn't want him to see me crying.

   "What?" I said without turning.

   "Take care of yourself, okay?"

   "Yeah, whatever..." I was about to turn and face him, but the sound of
the front door closing and locking put the final knife through my heart.

   I wiped my eyes clear and climbed into my car, letting my thoughts drift
forward to whatever future I could make for myself.  As I pulled away from
the curb, I took one last look at the house, my heart tearing apart as I
saw Jen leaning out of her bedroom window...  and my father dragging her
back inside.  I almost turned around to go back to the house, to confront
my father man-to-man and take my woman with me...  until I realized that he
really would kill me.

   So, I drove on, vowing one day to make contact with my sister, my lover,
once I got settled...  wherever that might be.

   End of Part One...