Author: Hardguy
Title: RPG (Work in Progress)
Summary: The following story is a work in progress and is presented
as is. It may be unformatted, contain misspellings, poor grammar,
half constructed thoughts, and continuity errors. Story title may be
misleading, as the plot may change during the writing process from
the initial inspiration. If anything, it is presented in an effort to
gauge reader interest.
Keywords: b/g, incest
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"Roll against poison."
"Um...which one is that?"
"The twenty."
"Uhh...14."
"Nice, you're safe," Adam said, seeing his little sister Abby
smile with relief. "Ok, your turn now."
"I try to hit him with my sword!"
"Ok, roll to see if you hit, the twenty again."
"Eighteen!" Adam didn't even bother checking the table, and
although she was a newbie, he could tell Abby knew it was a good roll
as well by how excited she was.
"Great, roll for damage. That's the 8 sided one, the diamond
shape."
"Seven!" Adam whistled. Abby was on a hot streak with her
dice.
"Wow, Abb! You swing your sword and slash the orc in the
chest and he dies from that single hit."
"Yeah! Girl power!" the perky 11 year old squealed with joy.
"Now what?"
"You tell me," Adam said, rolling percentile dice to check for
a random encounter on the next turn. It came up 92, indicating that
Abby would indeed be in battle again in a moment.
"Uh, well, I...oh yeah, did he drop anything?"
"You want to search his body for loot?" Adam prompted her,
making sure she wasn't asking literally if the orc dropped an object.
"Yeah, that."
"You step up to his smelly dead body, and as you do," Adam
rolled a 2 on a d20, "you hear a noise behind you and see another orc
taking a really bad swing at you, missing you completely."
"Haha! He sucks," Abby taunted her imaginary foe. "I attack
him!" Without even being prompted, she rolled a 20 on her hit
attempt. "Twenty!" And again, rolled a d8 without prompting for the
damage done. "Awww, only rolled a 1."
"Yeah, but you rolled a 20 to hit, so that's double damage, so
really it's 2 points of damage you did to the orc," Adam explained.
"Oh, neat, but it was still a 1," she sighed, dejected by the
failure to capitalize on her good fortune. Even so, she eventually
managed to win out against this orc as well and made her way to the
city. Adam had drawn up a short quest and dungeon scenario for Abby
to play, something that she had told him only recently that she
wanted to try doing. Though he was 3 years older than his sister,
she wasn't one of those annoying little sisters that his friends were
always complaining about.
"So," Adam led, "you feel great relief as you set foot inside
the city gates, the Nach Forest safely behind you."
"Nach Forest?" Abby asked. "It had a name?"
"Of course. The Nach Forest lays to the south of Rykel
Fortress and east of the Ora'in Valley. Traveling through it is the
only way to reach the port city of Novaeler beside the Angelbreeze
Sea."
"Ooooooh," Abby said in wonder at all the places her big
brother had just rattled off. Of course he had just made use of a
website that specialized in generating random place names, but it
still sounded impressive and fantastical. "So, um, now what?" she
asked.
"That's up to you," he replied, rolling another encounter
chance that came up 97. "Remember that man you met in the woods at
the beginning?"
"Oh, right. The guy who died," she remembered. The quest had
opened with her character, a young warrior girl named Yabby,
traveling through the woods and coming upon a dying man named Lezen.
Lezen was a bounty hunter who was returning from a job when he
encountered an orc, that now lay dead just a few feet away from him.
The orc had gotten a lucky strike on Lezen before he died and
paralyzed him. Unable to walk and easy prey for animals, Lezen was
about to take his own life when Yabby found him. He gave her three
items: a dark blue gem, a wooden bracelet with charms hanging from
it, and a bloody mace wrapped within a cloth. He asked her to
deliver the gem to an ugly elf woman, the charm bracelet belonged to
his wife, and the mace...well, he was unable to tell her about the
mace as an arrow had struck him in the side of the head mid-sentence.
So begun her first fantasy roleplaying campaign.
"Um, I guessssss, let's find his wife and tell her the sad
news," Abby finally decided.
"Ok. How are you going to find her?" Adam asked, intending to
use the previous successful random encounter roll in conjunction with
her next action.
"Uhhh...I'll ask somebody?"
"It's a big city. Who are you going to ask?"
"The police I guess."
"Alright. They're the City Guard, but we'll ask one of them,"
Adam corrected her. "You see an armored guard standing just inside
the city gate, and approach him to speak, when you are rudely bumped
into by a man on the street. You feel a tugging at your belongings,"
he rolled a 19, "and before you have a chance to react, he has
grabbed your bag and has taken off running."
"Wha-what?!" Abby asked in disbelief. "He robbed me?!"
"Yeah. What are you going to do?"
"I'm gonna go get him!" With out being prompted, she rolled
the dice in front of her. "Thirteen."
"Uh, ok. What's your dexterity?" This wasn't exactly
something in the rules, but Adam was ready to improvise.
"Twelve." Seeing that the total of her roll and attribute
combined was well above the maximum possible roll that the man would
have been able to evade her, Adam smiled at his little sister.
"You catch up to him easily and," he rolled a 54, "you are
able to make him drop your bag, but he manages to get away."
"Jeez! How rude. Um, so can I go ask that guard about the
guy's wife now?"
"Well, you're not near the guard anymore. You just chased
that thief and you're further in the city now." He rolled to see if
she was in a good place or not, and got a 93. "But, luckily, you
find yourself standing at the steps of the City Guard Headquarters."
"Hehe, cool! I'm gonna go in and ask them."
"Ok," Adam said, glad that they didn't get too sidetracked by
the robbery attempt. "You walk inside and approach the man inside
and ask about Lezen's wife." A roll for what the man might know came
up a 59. "He says he's heard the name, but doesn't know anything
about a wife or where Lezen had lived. He suggests you try asking at
the local tavern though."
"Oh. You mean like a bar?" Abby asked.
"Yeah."
"Why?" Adam blinked at her question. He thought it was kinda
obvious from a clich‚d RPG standpoint.
"Taverns are always good places to talk to people and get
information," he explained.
"But I'm too young to go in there, aren't I?" the little girl
on the other side of the roleplaying screen asked as though such a
thing was kinda obvious.
"Well, you might be, Abby, but Yabby is old enough...isn't she?"
"No. She's 11, like me," Abby said, holding up her character
sheet to show Adam that the number '11' was indeed written in the
spot for character age.
"Oh. Uh, well, we can just change the rules a little bit, and
you can make her older if you want," Adam offered as a solution.
Abby nodded and lowered the sheet and picked up her pencil to erase
the number. When next she lifted the character sheet to show her
brother, the age now read '15.' "Why 15?"
Abby smiled broadly. "So I'll be older than you!"
"ADAM! ABBY! TIME FOR DINNER!" yelled their mother from
elsewhere in the house.
"Aww," Abby pouted, setting down her paper and getting up from
the chair at the card table that was setup in Adam's bedroom where
they had been playing.
"We'll play more after dinner," Adam assured her.
"I have homework to do," Abby replied dejected.
"Tomorrow then." He put his hand on her back to pat it, and
felt under her shirt the strap that had begun crossing her back only
a few months ago. Adam didn't see the need for his little sister to
be wearing a bra, but she had gotten one anyways. Now instead of
looking like she was flat as a board, she looked flat as a board with
the shape of a training bra sometimes showing through under her shirt.
Much later that night, after dinner and homework were
finished, Adam sat in the basement watching TV when he heard the
sweet sound of giggling laughter float in through the open window,
followed by a splash. He felt himself getting hard as he looked up
at the little window that sat just above ground level. He didn't
know her name, but she was his high school aged neighbor who liked
hot tubing with her boyfriend on nights when her parents weren't
around. This was apparently one of those nights.
Adam jumped to his feet and grabbed a chair to move it under
the window. Standing on it, he could see out just well enough to see
at an angle the heads of the teen boy and teen girl as they kissed in
the tub on the other side of the chain-link fence that ran between
their two properties. It wasn't long before he saw the girl move in
closer and rise up on top of the boy before gasping. Adam had seen
them do this countless times, but it never was any less hot. His
dick throbbed as he watched, tempting him to just pull it out there
and get himself off, but he would take care of that in the bathroom
like always when the horny teens were done as well.
"What's going on?" asked a voice from behind that almost made
Adam fall off his chair. He saw Abby standing there in her
nightgown, looking at him curiously.
"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked her in an excited whisper.
It was after 9:30, and so typically Abby was not around.
"Mom said I could stay up," she said, coming closer, and still
speaking at normal volume. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing," he hissed, realizing as soon as he said it how dumb
that sounded.
"Move. I wanna see," Abby insisted, grabbing his hand and
tugging at him to get off the chair.
"Shhhh! Fine," he relented, wanting more than anything for
Abby to just be quiet. He hopped down and as she moved to take his
place, Adam realized that she wouldn't be tall enough to see anything
at all. Sure enough, Abby tried standing on her toes to see over the
lower edge of the window through which the sounds of sex could be
heard.
"I can hear something...I can't see. Can you lift me up?" she
asked her brother. Adam glared, but reached out to grab her waist
and tried to lift her, but succeeded only in lifting her nightgown up
and seeing her underwear. "Hey! Stop!"
"Sorry," he said taking his hands off her. "I was just trying
to lift you." He glanced around the room, but saw nothing he could
put on the chair to boost her up. In the meantime, the gasping and
panting of the teens next door had built to near orgasmic levels.
Abby was now listening quietly with her ear turned to the window, her
expression telling Adam that she didn't quite understand, until...
"Fill my pussy," the female teen said clear enough for both
siblings to hear. Adam felt his cock throb and saw his little
sister's mouth drop open.
"Wha...what is happening?" Abby asked Adam, her eyes wide, her
mind unable to comprehend.
"They're, you know...doing it," Adam answered her.
"Doing what?" she asked, needing more information.
"Abby, you know. What she said. He's...he's in her down
there." Adam was pretty sure Abby had gotten the sex talk about the
same time she got her training bra, just as he had gotten it after
telling his mom in a panic about the white goo he woke up with inside
his underwear. Abby's gaze shifted as the puzzle pieces popped into
place for her.
"B-but that...that's..." she looked back at Adam. "Are you
sure?"
"Yeah. I've seen them do it before. Lots of times," he
admitted.
"H-how much can you see? L-like did you see it go...in?"
"No. I can only see their heads from down here. They're in
the hot tub on the other side of the fence."
"So...how do you know?" Abby challenged him. "M-maybe he's
using his f-fingers in her pu-p-place," she suggested, changing her
choice of words at the end.
"Abb," Adam said, shaking his head, "they're having sex. Boys
parts inside girl parts sex." He saw his little sister chew on the
inside of her cheek for a moment before turning back to try and look
through the window.
"I don't hear them any more. Are they done?" she asked.
"Yeah, probably. I think we heard them, um, finishing."
"How do you know when they finish?" the 11-year old girl asked
in all innocence.
"It's when the guy, he...you sure you don't know this?" Adam
asked her, now feeling very uncomfortable with explaining the climax
of a sex act to his little sister while his own cock was aching for
release.
"When the guy does what?" Abby asked, hopping down from the
chair, picking up on her brother's reluctance. "Is it like, really
bad or something?"
"No, it's just, I don't know if I should talk to you about
this stuff."
"Adam, I know about it already! Just not...the last part, I
guess, or anything about boys except that they have, you know," she
held up a crooked finger and wiggled it at Adam. "I've never even
seen one."
"You have too," he argued with her. "Don't you remember when
we went to the mountains a few years ago and we pee'd in front of
each other when mom left us in the room for a little while?" he
reminded her with a red face.
"Y-yeah, but! But I didn't look very much because peeing is
gross and your thing was tiny and stuff, not big like they get
for...doing it! So it doesn't count!" she responded with a similarly
red face.
"How do you know they get big?" he asked her.
"I-I just do!" she said flustered. "If you don't tell me, I'm
gonna go tell mom you were...doing...something," she very weakly
threatened, unsure herself of what she might say, but Adam was swayed.
"Fine. Ok, um. So, like you know that when a guy and a girl
do it, he puts his thing," he held up a finger like she had, only his
finger was unbent, "in her, uh," he held up his other hand with his
thumb and index finger in a circle.
"Y-yeah," Abby agreed, nervously watching.
"Ok, so the guy, he goes in," Adam demonstrated with his
fingers, "and he moves in and out like this," he mimed.
"W-why does he move?" Abby asked.
"B-because it feels good, and it's what makes me, I mean him
finish," Adam explained, misspeaking in the middle of it.
"But what is finishing?!" Abby whined impatiently.
"It's when he, uh, when he squirts."
"Squirts? W-what does he squrt?"
"Sperm."
"That stuff makes a baby!" Abby proclaimed upon recognizing
the word, and then confused again, "It squirts?"
"Yes. The guy does her with his thing," he repeated with the
hand copulating hand motions, "until he squirts sperm out of the tip
and that's how it's finished."
"Oh. Ooooh," Abby said in wonder, getting it. "That's how
the sperm gets in. I guess I never thought about it before."
"Well yeah. Why did you think people did that in the first
place?"
"I...I dunno, to make babies I guess, b-but I didn't know
about the squirting thing. I just knew," and she made the motion
with her hands now, "and then...I guess I didn't know that part with
the moving and the sperm squirting. I'm not a grown up or anything,
jeez," she said, defending her selective knowledge. "So, then that
means when she said...what she said, it was so he would, um...squirt
in her?"
"Yeah."
"How much is squirted? Is it wet?"
"Yeah it's wet. You can't squirt dry stuff."
"Yes you can. You know how baby powder comes out of the
bottle," she offered as an example.
"No, that's shaken out."
"Nuh-uh! If you squeeze the bottle it squirts out!"
"No it doesn't. That's air blowing it out," Adam argued.
"Whatever, fine. But how much comes out? She said to, uh,
'fill her up,' and she's older and bigger than me, so, uh...y-yeah,"
Abby trailed off, realizing that maybe she had said too much about
her own intimate anatomy.
"I dunno, maybe a couple of spoonfuls? I've never measured
how much squirts out. It kinda goes everywhere," Adam said, now
comfortable enough with the discussion that he was not thinking about
his choice of words or who he was speaking to
"You've squirted?!" Abby asked in shock as her understanding
was only that such an event could happen during sex. "How does it
get everywhere if it happens inside?"
"N-no, Abb, no, it's uh," Adam sputtered, seeing that he
needed to do some damage control. Fortunately for him...
"Abby! Time for bed!" called their mother down the stairs.
Both the kids jumped a bit, startled by the interruption.
"Ok mom!" Abby called back. "You'll tell me more, right?" she
asked her brother.
"Yeah," Adam sighed, knowing he was probably not going to get
away from his sister's questions that easily. He watched her turn
and go up the stairs, and as soon as he heard her footsteps on the
floor overhead, he hurried to the basement bathroom and freed his
aching boner. He didn't bother with his usual prep of grabbing some
toilet paper first, and just stroked himself to a fast and easy
orgasm aimed at the toilet bowl, which, true to what he told Abby,
seemed to shoot everywhere but the target.
It would be morning before the two siblings saw each other
again, a sort of awkward mumbled acknowledgement in the hall as they
passed. Adam noticed that Abby wouldn't look at him as they ate
breakfast, and wondered if maybe he had said too much to her last
night after all. There was no unringing that bell though, and he
decided he would need to smooth things over with her later.
School passed uneventfully for him that day, and as he was in
middle school and Abby was still in elementary school she was already
home when he got there. "Hey, Abb," he said tentatively to her after
walking in the door, unsure of how to continue things from last night.
"Hey," she said from the couch as she flipped through the TV
channels aimlessly without even turning her head. Adam figured that
maybe she didn't want to talk about it, and went off to his room a
little relieved that he might not have to confront this.
While he was pulling his shoes off, he heard the telltale
creaking of the hallway floorboards, and a moment later his sister
was at his door. "Can we play some more?" she asked, sounding
apprehensive, like Adam might say no.
"Sure we can," he said, and got a smile from his sister that
felt really good to see. He crossed the room to the card table and
sat down on the other side of the gaming screens as Abby took her
place opposite him. "So, remember where we left off?"
"Yeah. I was gonna go to a bar."
"A tavern."
"Whatever. Let's go there!" Adam laughed, and decided to
skip rolling to see if she got lost and if she ran into any trouble
along the way, and instead just moved her along to the tavern without
incident.
"You step into the tavern and see half a dozen people inside,
mostly men and mostly drunk. A few of them look up and stare at you
when you enter, because this really isn't a place where girls go too
often."
"I ask one of them if they know Lezen," Abby said, brimming
with confidence.
"Which one?" Adam asked, before realizing that maybe he should
guide her actions a bit here. "The owner is usually the best place
to start."
"Oh. Well, I ask him then."
"He's behind the bar as you approach. 'We don't get many cute
little girls in here,' he says to you."
"I am not a cute little girl! I'm Yabby the sexy teen
warrior," Abby protested emphatically, which made Adam laugh, mostly
because he'd never heard Abby say anything like that before.
"Ok, fine. 'We don't get many sexy teen warrior girls in
here,' he says to you," Adam restated the tavern owner's line.
"I ask him if he knows Lezen."
"'Oh, I know him,'" Adam said changing his voice slightly as
he roleplayed as the owner. "'Why do you want to know?'" Again,
normally he might have rolled dice here to see how much help the
owner was, but since Abby was getting into her role he didn't want to
leave things to chance.
"He died out in the woods, so I'm trying to find his wife."
"'Oh,' the tavern owner says, looking a little sad about
hearing this news. 'I'm afraid I don't know anything about a wife,
but you can try asking him over there.' He points to a man sitting
alone in the corner," Adam tells her.
"Ok, thanks!" Abby responded chipperly. "I go ask him then."
For this next encounter, Adam did roll to see the response.
"What's your comliness stat?"
"Fifteen," she reported. Adam rolled 3 6-sided to come up
with a wisdom attribute for the man, and it came up as 10, two points
over the threshold for being 'fascinated' by Yabby's appearance. It
did earn her a 15 point bonus just in pure reactions to her
appearance however, and the percentile he rolled for the man's
reaction to her was 63, for a total of 78. In short, this man was
quite taken with her, and so Adam played it as such.
"The man looks up as you approach and you can feel him staring
quite intently at your body. He cracks a grin and says, 'Well now,
aren't you a pretty little thing?'" Abby giggled at her brother's
roleplaying.
"I ask him if he knows Lezen."
"The man smiles at you a little less after you ask. He's
probably thinking that you might have bad intentions. 'Yes, I do,
but why do you ask?' he asks you, looking a little suspicious."
"I met him in the forest. Some orcs killed him, but he gave
me some things, and I want to deliver them for him. Including
something for his wife," Abby/Yabby explained.
"'Oh...poor Lezen, my old friend.' You can see that the news
about Lezen dying has made the man sad. 'You're looking for his wife
then?' he asks you."
"Yes! Can you help me? It would make me really happy. I'm,
uh, I'm flirting with him now," Abby explained.
"Flirting like how?" Adam asked.
"Um, like, smiling at him and maybe, like, uh...bending over a
little so he can see my boobs?" Abby explained to her brother, a
little embarrassed. Adam wasn't quite sure what to make of that.
'Looking at boobs' wasn't exactly a mechanic that the game manuals
covered.
"How, uh, how big are they?" he asked her, trying to figure
out how this might favor her.
"C-cups," Abby said a little timidly. "So they're like, uh,
big, but not too big. J-Just a minute, hang on," she said and hopped
up out of her chair and ran out of his room, leaving Adam to
contemplate the slightly strange direction this game was taking. In
her absence though, he did decide that maybe this would earn her a
10% bonus upon the already boosted reaction roll, pushing the man's
interest in her to 88 out of 100. When Abby returned, she held in
her hand a brassiere, which was clearly bigger than she needed
herself.
"W-where'd you get that?" Adam asked, stunned.
"It's one of mom's," Abby said, slipping it on over her
clothes. It hung loose and quite empty on her small chest, but she
held it up with her hands. "See, kinda like this," she demonstrated
for Adam, blushing, as she did her best to pretend that she was
filling it out and showing imaginary cleavage. "G-get it?"
"Y-yeah. Yeah, I get it. You can, uh, take it off now," he
told her.
"Ok. I'm gonna go put it back," she said and hurried back out
of the room as she pulled it off over her head. She returned
shortly. "So, does he tell me?" she asked as she sat down again.
"Well," said Adam taking a breath, "he's, uh, he's looking at
you with a big grin on his face as he stares at, uh, them, but then
he says, 'I'm not in the business of telling people things for free.'"
"Huh?"
"He wants something in exchange for the information," Adam
clarified. "You've got money, right?"
"Oh! Right, yeah," Abby flipped her character sheet over
where her inventory was listed. "I have 1 E.P., 32 S.P., and 89 C.P.
as money. Should I give him those?"
"Negotiate with him. Um, think of the silver pieces as single
dollars," he counseled.
"Uh," Abby furrowed her brow for a moment, "I'll give you 10
silver for the info."
"He wants 30," Adam replied right away.
"But that's almost all of them!" Abby protested.
"So offer him a little more than you did before. Barter with
him," Adam explained.
"So...14?"
"Twenty-five."
"Eighteen!" Abby countered, getting it now.
"Twenty-two."
"Twenty!"
"Twenty-one," Adam said, figuring she'd take the deal, only
she seemed to be thinking about it still.
"Seventeen," Abby said slowly, confusing Adam for a moment and
then she continued, "and I'll let him see my boobs. Like, naked!"
Adam just stared at her in shock for a moment, as she grinned
naughtily. "It's all pretend anyways, so it's ok, right?" she asked
him.
"Uh, well, I, uh, I guess yeah," Adam conceded, mind boggling
at what had just happened. As he put himself back into the man's
mindset, a thought occurred to him. It was all just pretend as she
said, so... "Seventeen, and he wants to touch them."
"Oh my gosh!" Abby giggled, and then took it a step further
still. "Sixteen and he can touch me anywhere!"
"O-okay!" Adam said finally, after momentarily considering
asking for sex before he remembered this was his little sister he was
dealing with in this farce. "So, 16 silver pieces, and he can touch
you anywhere he wants," he restated more calmly. "Deal?"
"Yeah, deal," Abby said as she hid her face in her hands,
embarrassed by the imaginary act she had agreed to perform.
"Alright...uh, go ahead and subtract the silver from your
money, and, uh..." Adam considered if Abby really wanted him to
describe what came next or not. He figured he should ask her at
least. "Um, Abb, we, uh, we can just say it happened, we don't need
to, you know, play it all out," he offered to her. She lowered her
hands just a bit and looked at him.
"R-really?" She appeared hopeful, even grateful at first, but
then conflicted. "T-that kinda feels like cheating...a-and I said
I'd do it, s-so..." She sounded timid, but determined to go through
with it. "I want...I want to play it," she stated finally, looking
Adam in the eye.
"Ok," he said, feeling strange about the erection he was
getting alone with his little sister. He glanced at the clock; lots
of time before mom came home. "The man, he licks his lips as he
looks your body over and then stands up. 'Let's go outside,' he
tells you, taking your hand. He leads you out of the tavern and into
the alley way between it and the building next to it. It's kind of
dark there, and he takes you behind some boxes so that you won't be
seen from the street out front."
Adam paused and looked at Abby. Her hands were still hiding
her face, but she was nodding as he spoke. "He places his hands on
your chest, each one, uh, each hand f-feeling a boob, s-squeezing
them a-a little, uh, roughly. He says, 'You...you, uh, you have
nice, uh, t-tits, l-little girl'...t-teen girl, s-sorry," Adam
corrected himself before Abby could protest like before. He waited a
moment to see if she had a response, and nearly spoke when she did
instead.
"I-is his t-thing b-big a-a-and h-hard?" she asked weakly from
behind her hands.
"Uh, well, it uh, he still has his pants on, s-so you don't
see it, but uh, y-yeah," Adam told her, big and hard himself at the
moment. He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing the scene, and
then continued. "So he's uh, he's rubbing and feeling your, uh,
boobs, and uh, one of his hands, it, um...he p-puts it between your,
uh, he touches between your legs."
"O-ok," Abby said quietly, head bowed now, as she pressed her
palms into her cheeks. Adam opened his mouth to continue narrating
the softcore scene, but found himself at the end of his knowledge on
the matter. He'd never touched a girl there before, or even seen
clearly what they looked like. One of his friends had shown him a
dirty magazine, but the pictures weren't particularly clear or
explicit beyond showing a shaved mound at an angle. He wasn't able
to look at porn online either since his dad had installed a filter on
the computer and it required a password to even be turned on. In
short, he was at a loss on how to proceed. "A-Adam?" he heard Abby
ask, and looked up from his brainstorm of inexperience to see his red
faced little sister looking at him. "W-what happens next?"
"Um, uh...he, uh...he rubs you...?" he said, turning it into a
question unintentionally. "I, uh...I don't know, Abby. I d-don't
really know how to touch a girl down there," he confessed to her.
"Oh," was all she said in response. "So, is it over?"
"Yeah. He, uh, he stops touching you, and, uh, tells you
where Lezen's wife is."
"Ok. I'll be right back," she said abruptly and dashed out of
his bedroom, the sound of the bathroom door closing followed
shortly.
Adam slumped down in his chair and sighed. He thought about
jerking off, just to take the edge off from his arousal, but knew
Abby could return at any time and possibly catch him...wouldn't she?
The game privacy screens were standing on the table between them, and
even though the underside of the card table had no protection, she
wasn't likely to look under it, right? He noted a box of tissues was
just within reach, so... He unbuttoned his pants and started to pull
down the zipper when he heard the toilet flush, and the hum of water
running in the sink. "Crap," he said to his empty bedroom, and
buttoned up just before hearing the bathroom door open, and Abby
returned to the seat across from him.
"Let's go to Lezen's wife," she said right away, sounding
eager to move on. Adam rolled to see if she got lost on the way,
which she did.
The remainder of the gaming session passed without incident,
mostly because Adam decided against putting Abby in a position to
sell her body further. After fending off another pickpocket, she met
Lezen's wife and presented her with the bracelet. As a show of
thanks, the young pregnant wife presented Yabby with a gift. A few
dice rolls later, and Yabby now wielded a new long sword that was
stronger in general than her old one, and provided a large damage
bonus against reptiles. Additionally, she gave Yabby information on
where she could find the ugly elf woman whom she should take the dark
blue gem to, but could not help her with regards to the bloody mace.
On her brother's recommendation she sold her old sword for 15
gold pieces, and used that money to purchase a helmet and boots. Now
better equipped, she set out for the ugly elf woman's home in the
Cizy Mire, where she would make good use of her new sword's +4 bonus
against reptiles. She nearly made it there too before it was time to
stop for dinner.
"That was really fun," she said as she got up from her chair.
"I can't wait to play more tomorrow...maybe we could do another
naughty part too?" she suggested.
"Really?" Adam asked her, surprised by her willingness to go
through something that uncomfortable for the both of them again.
"Yeah. It was, uh...it was really interesting!" she said with
a shy smile. "You won't tell mom or dad about it, right?" she asked.
"No. Of course not," Adam agreed with her, although he had
his concerns for his sister's wellbeing. "It's all made up anyways,
so we can, uh, we can do whatever we want in the game."
"Cool, ok," she said with a grin that Adam felt had some
deeper meaning behind it.
After dinner came homework, and after homework came TV in the
basement just as it had the night before. What differed from the
night before though was Abby's presence as soon as she could join
him. Neither of the siblings spoke about why she was there though,
but Adam didn't need to ask. It was no doubt the same reason why he
was there with the small window open. When their mother came down
and told Abby to take her bath, the preteen looked to Adam before
going upstairs.
"You won't miss anything," he told her. "It's way too early
anyways."
"Too early for what?" their mother asked, intrigued by the
vague remark. Adam saw a look of worry on Abby's face as she turned
to look at, and possibly answer their mother. He thought quickly and
spoke for her.
"There's a TV show she wants to watch. It'll be on around the
same time she was up last night."
"Y-yeah," Abby spoke up. "Can I stay up again, mom? Please?"
"Okay," their mother agreed easily. "But it's right to bed as
soon as it's done, ok?"
"Okay. Thanks mom," she said, but looking over her shoulder
she smiled at her brother before heading up the stairs. Her smile
gave Adam a funny feeling, and he felt an erection start to develop.
He had just lied to his mother so his little sister could hear people
have sex. He wondered if that was a responsible thing for him to
have done, but all that had happened so far since last night, he
didn't see why he should deny her. It was a secret they now shared,
after all, and it wouldn't be fair to shut her out.
He heard the sound of water running in the bathroom above and
behind his head, and it occurred to him that Abby was probably naked
at that very moment. His erection was no longer just developing, it
was at full thickness and length. He realized he'd never really
thought of Abby's body as one that belonged to a girl, at least not
sexually. Try as he might, he could not recall a moment where he had
seen her fully naked. Had he even seen her bare butt? Once perhaps?
He'd seen her chest a few times, but nothing had even begun to grow
on it. Now she was wearing a bra, so she wasn't flat anymore, right?
Thinking that way about Abby felt strange and a little wrong,
so Adam tried his best to not think about her, but anytime there was
a muffled noise from the bathroom on the floor above him, he thought
of her naked, and his dick would twitch in appreciation, and he would
feel guilty. He suffered through about 30 minutes of this peculiar
form of torture before hearing footsteps on the stairs. Moments
later, there she was in her nightgown, her usually tied up hair now
hanging loose and damp around her shoulders.
"I didn't miss anything, did I?" she asked, rushing to sit
beside him.
"N-no. Nothing's happened," he said, catching himself eyeing
the very modest neckline of her gown that seemed to gape as she sat
down. "It doesn't happen every night, so it might not happen
tonight," he told her.
"But it might!" she retorted, clearly very eager to eavesdrop
again now that she knew what she would be listening to from the
start. "When do they usually do it?"
"Around now, I guess. It's not like they have a schedule or
anything, Abb," Adam told her, a little annoyance conveyed in his
voice, as she seemed to withdraw a bit.
"It really surprised me when I heard her say the 'p-word,'"
Abby said after a moment of silence.
"The 'p-word?'"
"Yeah. You know, the word for a girl's place," she explained
shyly.
"Oh. You can say it, you know. It's not bad or anything, and
I won't tell mom."
"P-pussy..." Abby whispered, a dumb grin quickly spreading on
her face. "I've never said it in front of a boy. I don't say it to
girls very much either. It feels naughty to say." There was a
pause, as the two of them stared in silence at the TV that neither of
them were really watching. Then, "Pussy," Abby giggled. "Pussy,
pussy, pussy," she repeated giggling. Adam wryly smiled at her as
she grew more comfortable with saying the word in his presence, only
he was getting a little uncomfortable, mostly because he was getting
turned on by it.
"D-don't over do it. You'll get bored of saying it," he
jokingly warned her.
"Fine," she pouted. "Hey, uh, when we were playing the game
earlier and that guy was touching me, and you said you had never
touched a girl before, but last night you said you had squirted, but
isn't that something that only happens when you stick it in a pussy?"
she rambled in confusion.
"No," he sighed, realizing what he was going to have to
probably explain to her now. "I used my hand."
"Oh," she responded simply, to Adam's surprise not following
that with a request for details. If anything, she sounded almost
like using a hand to do that made perfect sense to her. Instead, she
followed up with, "Do you want to touch a pussy?"
Uh, yeah," he answered, thinking it an odd question. "Every
guy does."
"Why? Would you rub it like the guy did when we were playing?"
"Um, I guess. That's what makes it feel good, right?" Adam
asked Abby. The question appeared to hit a mark, as Abby's face got
redder than it had been and she squirmed a bit beside him on the
couch.
"Y-yeah," she admitted without admitting anything directly.
Then, it was almost as if she could read Adam's mind. "If you want,
y-you can touch m-mine." For a moment, Adam could hear nothing but
the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, so much so that
he thought he had misheard his 11-year old sister.
"W-what did you just say?" he asked her slowly.
"I-I'll let you touch my p-pussy if you want," she said again,
glancing at him with some worry that she had made a big mistake with
the offer. "Y-you said you've n-never touched one, s-so n-now you
can, and y-you'll learn how s-so we can do more p-pussy t-touching
stuff when we play, s-so..." She reached for the hem of her
nightgown, which went below her knees and pulled it back so that it
only covered her to about mid-thigh. Adam just watched in stunned
silence as she slouched in her seat and opened her bare legs a little
wider.
"A-Abby! We can't do that!" he said a little too loudly
compared to the hushed discussion that had proceeded it. He lowered
his voice and continued, with a very wary eye on the stairs, watchful
for anybody that might come down. "You're my sister, a-and letting
somebody touch you there, t-that's not...it's just not something you
let them do!" A very worrying thought struck him just then. "You
haven't been letting other people touch you, have you? Somebody
didn't force you, did they?"
"N-no..." she whimpered softly, as her knees came back
together. "I just wanted to let you...o-only you." There was a
tremor in her voice, and Adam reflexively leaned over to touch
her...by wrapping her up with a hug.
"I'm sorry, Abb," he said as she turned her body towards him
to accept the embrace. "I didn't mean to yell, and I'm not mad at
you or anything. You're just...you're saying some really weird stuff
is all, and...and I'm kinda surprised at everything."
"You won't tell mom?" she asked, her voice still a bit shakey.
"Of course not!" he answered, letting her go. "I'm not crazy
enough to tell mom anything about this stuff we've been talking
about. It's...it's kinda my fault anyways, I guess. Maybe I
shouldn't have done some of those things while we were playing and
making you think all sorts of sexy things."
"You didn't!" Abby piped up. "I mean, I've always gotten,
like, crushes on guys, a-and I've touched myself to feel good before,
so...it's not your fault!" she insisted, then settled back and spread
her legs again. "Please?" she asked him again with puppy-dog eyes.
Perhaps fittingly, as Adam raised his hand and reached for his
sister's lap, he felt like he was about to pet an animal.
He placed his hand on her bare thigh, just above the knee, and
just below her bunched up nightshirt, his fingertips stroking the
smooth skin of her inner thigh. He looked to her face, and saw her
smiling still, but with apprehension. "I'm a little nervous too,"
Adam told her, getting Abby to smile more naturally. He looked at
the stairs one more time, and then slid his hand under her nightshirt.
Smooth, soft, and warm. Truth be told, Adam really had no
idea what he was touching sight unseen, but those three qualities
dominated his little sister's lower body. The first difference that
he came to was the convergence of her thigh and groin, whereupon he
felt a soft rounded structure that seemed to draw his fingers inward
towards the opposite side. He only had to look at the deepening shy
expression on Abby's face to know where he was in fact touching. He
wanted to see it, however, and started to lift his hand to pull the
nightgown up further, but swift movement of Abby's hand put a stop to
that.
"I don't want you to see," she told him before he could even
ask.
"Why not? You're letting me touch it," Adam argued in
confusion.
"That's different!" Abby insisted. "And don't go inside. J-
just touch the outside of it. L-like the game, remember?"
"Ok," Adam relented, not enthused with these new restrictions,
but as he then told her, "Your pussy, your rules," which got a smile
on the girl's face.
He lowered his hand back down and touched her more centrally
now, feeling a soft rise that seemed to split into two parts. Abby
made a noise that wasn't really discomfort, but it made Adam stop in
place until a nod from her indicated that she was fine for him to
continue. He spread his fingers apart and felt the full globe of her
pussy nestled between her legs, which she widened further as he
applied a gentle pressure and stroked gently down the plump lips, his
middle finger tracing down the center.
"J-just outside, remember," Abby reminded him nervously,
feeling the finger moving down the closed mouth of her sex.
"I know," he said, doing his best to ignore the throbbing in
his pants. He noticed as her legs got a little wider that her lips
seemed to open as well, and he felt the relatively dry outer skin
shift apart and he was now touching a moister tackier surface.
"O-outside," Abby whined insistently, and Adam moved his
middle finger to the side.
"I was. You were opening by yourself," he explained to her,
now dragging his fingers back up towards the top. She opened her
mouth to respond to that, but both kids had their attention drawn to
the stairs where a footstep was clearly heard, followed by another.
Adam hurriedly withdrew his hand and Abby pushed her nightgown down
to cover her knees just in time for their mother to be able to see
them sitting on the couch together like a pair of stock-still statues.
"Bedtime, Abb," she said from where she stood at the bottom
step, well enough away to not be able to see how terribly guilty
looking her children were.
"Ok, mom," Abby answered, her voice coming a little high and
fast from the rush of the moment. She stood up, and exchanged a look
of cautious relief with Adam over their close call, and then headed
for the stairs. She glanced back one last time as she lifted a
trembling leg onto the step and raised her hand to him in parting, a
gesture he returned in kind.
Moments later in the privacy of the bathroom, he experienced
one of the most intense and quickly achieved climaxes of his
masturbatory career, thinking about how the hand he was using had
just been touching a real pussy.
He awoke the next morning same as most mornings: his mother's
voice telling him to wake up, followed shortly by that same message
being delivered just down the hall at Abby's bedroom door. Like most
mornings he had an erection, only this time when he thought about
whom his mother was speaking to, it reacted with interest. He
pictured Abby dressed in her nightgown getting out of bed, pulling it
off over her head, and standing in her bedroom fully nude. For the
first time ever Adam had the urge to peep on his little sister.
Could he really do that though? It was wrong to invade her
privacy, and he would almost certainly get caught doing so, not just
by her but by his parents as well as the hallway was heavily
trafficked in the morning. Maybe he could just try it, just a quick
peek that he could easily pass off as nothing at all. Swinging his
legs out of bed, he realized one major obstacle to his plan was the 5
stiff inches yearning for release from his underwear. It was one
thing to be caught peeking at your little sister's preteen body, it
was another to be caught doing it with a raging hard on trying to
escape from inside your underwear.
While he considered a few ways to deal with the problem, he
heard the light footfalls of Abby in the hall and sighed knowing he
had probably blown his chance for the day. "Stupid boner," he
muttered, and got changed.
Abby was already seated at the table for breakfast when Adam
came out to eat. They shared a few brief glances as they ate but no
words between them that morning. It was around lunch time that Adam
started to think about the game, and that Abby would want to play
more, and what could possibly happen this time. He recalled a detail
about the gem that had come up on the random item generator and came
up with a loose plan of action for their gaming session after school.
Upon arriving home that afternoon, he saw Abby sitting by the
window watching for him. When she saw him coming to the front door,
she hopped up excitedly and opened the door for him. "Can we go
play?!" she asked before Adam had a chance to say anything.
"Yeah, of course," he answered stepping into the house, but by
the time the door was closed and his shoes were off, Abby was already
waiting for him in his room. Taking his seat across from her at the
card table, he couldn't help noticing that she was not wearing her
training bra and her small pointed breast buds were jutting out from
her chest under her cartoon pony emblazoned t-shirt. "So, uh, do you
remember where we left off?" he asked her, trying to keep his eyes
from wandering too much.
"We were in a swamp or something, and that new sword I got was
killing all the alligators really easily!" she replied.
"Right," he said, checking his notes. He saw there were to be
three more encounter checks before reaching the home of the ugly elf
woman, but he decided to skip them and get to what he had come up
with earlier for this next part. He decided that since it was
probably nearing nightfall, there was a 70% chance that the elf woman
was home, and he rolled to check. It came up a 15. "With a trail of
dead crocodiles behind you, you come finally to your destination, a
small earthen hut where Lezen's wife told you that you could find
whom the gem belonged to. However, it would appear that she is not
home at the moment."
"She's not home?" Abby said with clear disappointment. "I
guess I'll wait for her," she answered.
"Not going to snoop around?" Adam asked, knowing that the next
roll would probably have her home as he was going to boost the
likelihood of that up to 80%.
"Can I?"
"You can do anything you want," he reminded her. "You just
need to tell me, and we'll play it."
"Uh, um, ok. I go inside!"
"Inside the hut it is dark, but your eyes adjust slowly and
you are able to see a table, a small stove, a large cauldron, and a
mat of straw with a dirty blanket. The floor is littered with scraps
of paper, small bones, and assorted items," Adam rattled off from the
top of his head. He opened the notebook he had taken into the
computer lab at school and then wove the notes he'd taken from the
random RPG element generating website into the current situation.
"From behind you hear a croaking noise and when you turn to look, you
see a small grey frog sitting on a stool. It seems to be staring at
you. In fact, you don't know how it is you know this, but you know
it is very curious about who you are."
"A frog?" Abby asked, a little surprised.
"A frog," Adam confirmed for her, rolling for the elf woman to
return next round, 86, so she would.
"Can I talk to it or something?"
"You can talk to anything you want, that doesn't mean it will
talk back."
"I feel like you're making fun of me," Abby grumbled. "Ok,
fine, I uh, I crouch down and say 'Hi' to the frog."
"You feel that it is very interested in staring at you, and
that it wants to be closer to you. You're almost certain that it is
going to jump on you, but before it can a voice from the entrance of
the hut tells you, 'He's staring at your tits, pretty thing,'" Adam
informs her, changing his voice to something a little more feminine.
"What?!" Abby giggled in shock.
"Standing in the entrance of the hut is a very short ugly elf
woman with blonde hair and green eyes."
"It's her, finally!" Abby said gleefully. "I tell her I have
her gem from Lezen!"
"'Do you now?' she asks you. She steps into the hut going
towards her bedding, and removes the robe covering her. She is nude
with strange markings on her breasts and stomach, a thick patch of
hair on her pussy. 'Show it to me, then,' she tells you."
"She's naked? Really?"
"Yep."
"Is...is she hot?"
"Well, she's ugly, remember?" Adam reminded her of the elf
woman's defining trait. "I guess ugly in the face at least. The
rest of her is, uh," he looked at the notes from the random character
generation, and saw that it didn't say anything other than her
attractiveness was a 2 on a scale of 1 to 10. He grabbed the guide
book for the game and looked up a chart for determining the age of an
elf, and 5 dice rolls later he had the ugly elf woman's age now set
at a spry 118, decidedly young for a race that lives to about 1600
years, making her more of an ugly elf *girl* than a woman. "Um,
well, she is young for an elf, so I guess she kinda has a body like
you, Yabby, she's just not pretty."
"But her boobs and pussy are sexy and stuff?"
"Uh, yeah," Adam confirmed, seeing no reason why he should
disagree with that.
"Neat! Um, I show her the gem."
"Her eyes seem to glow with excitement when you pull the gem
out of your pocket. 'Give it here,' she tells you, holding out her
hand. She seems very eager to take it from you."
"Uh...no! Not yet. Isn't she supposed to pay me for it or
something?" Abby asked.
"'Oh, you'll get your reward, pretty thing,' she says. You
feel something jump onto your hand and snatch the gem away. It
croaks and jumps to the naked elf girl with the gem in it's mouth,"
Adam told Abby with a smile.
"The frog stole it from me?"
"That's right. The elf girl takes the gem from the frog, and
smiles with delight as she looks up at you. 'It's too bad you're not
Lezen. I was going to pay him with this,' she says spreading her
legs wide open in front of you."
"Oh my gosh!" Abby giggled. "They were gonna do it?"
"'I didn't hire Lezen just because he was good at finding
things for people,' she explains. 'I wanted his seed as well.'"
"His seed?"
"Sperm," Adam explained.
"Oh. Why?" Abby asked, embarrassed, but interested.
"'There is power in a man's seed. The power of life itself,'
she tells you. She then takes the gem and puts it in her mouth,
sucking on it-"
"Eww! That was in the frog's mouth!" Abby protested in
disgust. "That's grody." Adam just smiled at her, as he put the
next element of his lunchtime brainstorm into play.
"She takes the gem out of her mouth, covered in her spit, and
then, uh, she spreads her pussy open and puts the gem inside there."
Adam found it really hard not to laugh at the look of shock on Abby's
face.
"She...she stuck it in her pussy?!"
"Yes she did."
"L-like inside where the dick goes?!"
"Mmhmm."
"Wh-why?!"
"She tells you. 'That was no ordinary gem, pretty girl.
Using it, I can give birth to an army. My sons and daughters will
swarm over this land and bring it under my control.'"
"Whoa. So, is it getting you pregnant in there right now?"
"'No,'" Adam/ugly elf girl answered. "'That's what Lezen was
for. The gem has already entered my womb and is waiting for a man's
seed to interact with it.' She leans back and spreads herself open
for you to see that the gem is no longer in her pussy, but has moved
deeper inside."
"Whoa," Abby cooed in awe of the imagined scene before her.
"Her womb is where a baby grows, right?"
"Yeah. The uterus," Adam explained. "You have had like a
really basic class about this at school, right?"
"Uh, kinda. They put the girls and boys in different rooms
and told us about growing boobs and getting our periods and showed us
a picture of what's inside our tummies. They didn't really tell us
about sexy stuff."
"Then how did you know that other stuff?"
"I heard about it from my friends," Abby answered, looking
uneasy. "S-some of them have done it already." Adam had to take a
moment to process that. Fifth graders were having sex already? He
was in 8th grade and still hadn't even touched a...well, actually he
had the night before, and it had belonged to a 5th grader. Maybe it
wasn't so surprising.
"Ok...well, this crystal is like a...super period I guess, so
if she has sex, it will get her pregnant by all the sperm, get it?"
he explained on the spot.
"Oh. I guess. So it will be like she's having twins...only
more? Won't she like get really fat if that happens?" Abby concluded.
"Yeeeeeah, but it's magic, Abb, so it's not like if it was a
real person having lots of babies at once. It's magic, so it doesn't
need to make sense like real life," he told her, justifying the
otherwise crazy scenario he had come up with.
"So she has a magic pussy now?" Abby giggled.
"No, there's a magic gem deep in past her pussy," Adam
restated, drawing a quick and crappy diagram of the female
reproductive system with a gem shape inside the uterus and showing it
to Abby, which just made her giggle more. "So, because Lezen died,
he can't have sex with her and make her pregnant with her magic army,
so she tells you, 'I want you to make me pregnant instead.'"
"I can't do that!" Abby laughed. "I show her my pussy as
proof that I don't have a dick!" she responded with a dopey grin.
"O-ok. Well, she, uh, she looks at it, but she already knew
you were a girl, so she's not surprised or anything. She says, 'Yes.
You will get me pregnant with that sexy pussy of yours, when you
bring it back to me full of sperm.'"
"How the heck would I-" Abby started to ask, realizing the
answer herself. "Am I going to have sex in the game?!"
"'Yessss,'" Adam hissed in-character. "'You will spread your
legs and let a man squirt deep inside your pussy, and then you will
come back to me and...' uh...I guess you'll rub your pussies
together," Adam finished out of character, not having thought much
about the transfer process for such a thing. "Magic! She'll use
magic to make the sperm go from your pussy to hers." Magic sure was
an easy explanation to fall back on.
"Oh! Ok!" Abby giggled in agreement with the crazy plan.
"Let's go do it!"
"Not so fast," Adam said, grinning at his little sister's
enthusiasm. "Who are you going to do it with? You're in the middle
of the swamp she lives in and it's getting dark outside."
"I dunno. Can it be anybody in that city we came from? Maybe
that guy at the bar that rubbed my pussy yesterday? Let's go back
there. I'm sure he'd do it with me."
"Tavern," Adam corrected her again as he thought about it.
There was somebody he had planned on her meeting in connection with
the bloody mace that she had gotten from Lezen, so why not use them
for this task as well. "You hear the frog croak loudly, almost like
it is trying to speak. The ugly elf girl picks it up in her hand and
looks intensely at it and then smiles. 'There is something else
Lezen gave you, isn't there?' she asks you."
"Huh?" Abby glanced at her character sheet's inventory. "Oh
yeah, the bloody mace!"
"'Give it to me,' she tells you."
"Ok. I give it to her."
"She unwraps it from the cloth it was inside of, and when she
holds it in her hand she starts to glow and begins laughing."
"Wow! Why is she glowing? Is the mace making her do that?
Why didn't I glow when I touched it?"
"It was wrapped up in cloth when you had it, so you weren't
really touching it. Anyways, she stops laughing just as suddenly as
she had started and looks angry just as suddenly. 'This...this mace,
it has power, power that...' she stops speaking angrily, and suddenly
starts crying. She puts the mace down on the ground and the light
that was glowing from her goes away and she stops crying and wipes at
her tears. 'It...it is cursed and blessed at the same time. Joy,
anger, sorrow and more are inside of it, and only one mace like it
exists in the world. It's owner is the one you must return to me
from.'"
"Oh! Who is he?" Abby asked.
"'The lord of this land, who resides inside Rykel Fortress,
Duke Dominus Brice Anaekal Noallo. He will be the father of the
children that will overrun and conquer this land for me.'"
"What's his name again?"
"Duke Dominus Brice Anae-just call him Brice," Adam shortened
it for her, not wanting to read the whole name out either.
"Ok, so can we go find him now?" Abby asked impatiently,
squirming in her seat. "I wanna have sex."
"No, not yet. Abb, it's night time and you're, just a sec,"
he sketched out a quick map. "You're here," he pointed to an area in
the lower left hand corner of the map, "and the fortress is up here,"
and he pointed to a spot on the upper middle portion of the map. "So
you'd need to go back out from the swamp and go through the forest
and find a way to get inside the fortress first."
"That stuff is kinda boring. Can we just skip it?" she pleaded.
"Abby, this is how the game is played. You can't just skip
that stuff," Adam told her a little indignantly. He'd knew he'd
probably find it a little boring too considering the sex part at the
end of it was what he was looking forward to as well, but it was how
it was.
"C'mon, pleeeease?"
"Well, how would we skip a journey like that?" he asked her,
not expecting the response.
"I dunno...magic?" she suggested. It was so simple, Adam was
surprised he hadn't thought of it himself.
"Yeah...ok. Magic. Ok," he grabbed the game guidebook and
saw a look of annoyance on Abby's face. "I gotta know how it works,"
he told her, and 3 minutes later he had his answer...and modified it
with a little creative license of his own. "Alright, so, she tells
you, 'Take off your clothes, pretty thing, so that I can prepare you
for your journey.'"
"Uh, ok, I take my clothes off...why?"
"She doesn't answer you right away, but instead picks up the
frog and says some words to it in a language that you don't
understand. Then she licks it and-"
"Ewwwww! She licked the frog!? Gross!"
"Yeah, she licked it. It's all make-believe, Abb. Relax.
She licks the frog, and then licks her fingers, and when she turns to
face you, she pushes those fingers into your pussy." Adam saw a look
of discomfort on Abby's face, although he wasn't sure if it was
because she was still thinking about the frog licking or if it was
because of the sex act he had just described to her. "'This will
make you unable to be pregnant by the Duke,' she tells you as she
pushes her fingers all the way inside."
"O-ok, c-can we stop for a moment? I need to pee," Abby said,
and didn't wait for an answer before getting up from her seat,
leaving the room, and leaving Adam wondering if there was something
more to her abrupt halt in the action.
While she was out of the room, he thought about the night
before, and her condition that he not put his finger inside of her.
He hadn't thought about it much at the time, but he wondered if she
had tried it on her own before. Adam had heard from some of his
friends that it hurt girls the first time they had sex, and made them
bleed, and so was Abby worried about that? He didn't think she was
having sex like she claimed her friends were doing, so they must have
told her about that part of it. He supposed that even just doing it
for pretend might have been too far for her.
About 10 minutes passed and Abby hadn't returned. Now that he
thought about it, Adam hadn't heard the bathroom door close or even
the sound of a toilet flushing. Curious, and concerned, he got up
and went to see what was going on. Just a glance at the bathroom
door being open was enough to tell him that she wasn't in there. He
turned to look at her bedroom door and saw that it was open just a
crack, whereas it was usually open fully when she wasn't inside. If
she had gone from the bathroom to her bedroom, she would have had to
pass by his bedroom to do so, so he would have seen her.
He let his eyes linger on the bedroom door for just a moment
before turning and going to check the bathroom, just to make sure she
wasn't there. She wasn't, so he then turned to go back down the hall
to her bedroom. He had barely taken a step past his own bedroom when
her door opened and she came out, and was startled to see him there.
"You ok, Abb?" he asked.
"Y-yeah," she answered shyly.
"Didn't you have to pee?" he asked her.
"N-no. It's fine," she responded meekly.
"Ok... Do you wanna keep playing?"
"Yeah." Adam stood aside and Abby slowly walked past him and
into his bedroom. He followed and took his seat opposite her once
more.
"So...the ugly elf girl was preparing your, uh, preparing you
for the Duke," Adam began again, intentionally holding back a little
on the details until he saw that Abby was more comfortable. "She
finishes doing that, and has you lay down on her bed with your head
in her lap. 'Close your eyes, pretty thing,' she says as she strokes
your hair. You feel a gentle touch on your lips, and then she leans
in close and speaks some strange things into your ear, words you
don't know, but they make you feel funny, kind of like you're
floating. 'Open your eyes, and tell me what you see.' When you open
your eyes, you see the orange-red sunset over the forested valley you
are in. As soon as you blink, your sight is back in the ugly elf
girl's hut again."
"Was I flying?" Abby asked, coming out of her shell a little.
"'Perhaps you were,' she tells you, smiling at you. 'Close
your eyes again,' she says, and when you do, you feel something touch
your lips, and-"
"Is she kissing me?" Abby interrupted.
"Do you think she is?" Adam asked in return.
"Yeah. Is it part of the magic spell?"
"Yes."
"Can we try it?" Abby asked quietly. Adam was confused.
"Try what?"
"Kissing."
"Try it...in the game?"
"No...us. Me and you. Can we try kissing?" Adam could only
stare at her, speechless. "We could, uh, do what is happening in the
game, but for real." Abby was starting to look worried by her
brother's silence. "O-or is that weird?"
"I-it, uh, it's kinda weird...you want me to kiss you?"
"Yeah." She half turned and pointed at his bed just over her
shoulder. "The same way they're doing it."
"I-I don't...uh, I can't do things like, uh, roll dice over
there," Adam said, grasping at reasons not to. It wasn't that he
didn't want to do it, but he wasn't really sure if he should
considering the awkward moment in the hall just now. He'd already
crossed a line by fondling her the night before, but there wasn't
really an element of romance in that, whereas to be kissing his
little sister's lips on his bed...
"You're not rolling dice now," Abby pointed out. "You're just
talking...you could talk to me over there too, except you'd do the
things you say she's doing." She was right. He didn't need to roll
any dice as long as there wasn't anything to be decided by chance.
He had thought he might roll to see if she teleported into the
correct room or if the Duke was smitten with her, like he had rolled
for the guy in the tavern, but he didn't need to. "Can we just try
it?" she asked, and Adam got the feeling from the look in her eyes
that if he said no, she might cry.
"I-I guess," he finally gave in, and saw Abby smile nervously.
He stood up from his chair and walked around the table to sit on the
edge of his bed. Abby sat beside him and then laid down at a slight
angle on his bed with her head in his lap. Adam was quietly thankful
that her head was nearer to his knees than to his crotch, because he
was sure she'd be able to feel his erection if it was pressing into
the back of her head. He glanced at her chest and saw her two little
bumps pointing upward like a pair of mountain peaks. He heard her
giggle and looked down at her.
"You looked," she teased, her face getting red.
"Sorry," he said, embarrassed. "Y-you should be wearing your
bra, anyways," he retorted, which made her eyes get big as she raised
her head to look at her own chest.
"I-I didn't mean my boobs!" she said, squirming and putting
her hands on her chest. "I thought you were looking at down at my
pussy!" Adam looked at her waist as he realized he had just outted
himself for looking at her chest, and saw there was nothing to see
further down her body, her skirt doing it's job and covering anything
from his sight. "Y-you really were looking at my boobs?" she asked
him, as though it was a surprise to her that he would.
"Just a little," he said defensively. "They stick out, and
I'm a guy so...yeah, I looked."
"They aren't even big," she said rhetorically.
"C-can we do this?" Adam asked, wanting to move on from his
indiscretion.
"Yeah, ok," Abby agreed, but kept her hands crossed on her
chest.
"Close your eyes," he told her.
"Call me 'pretty thing,' like she does," Abby requested.
"Close your eyes, p-pretty thing," he said, not in the altered
voice he used for when he was playing the role of the ugly elf girl,
but in his own voice. He placed his hand on her hair and slowly
stroked it. He looked down at Abby's face, her eyes scrunched closed
and her lips puckered for what she expected to come next. "Relax,
ok," he told her. "You're not supposed to be expecting it."
"Sorry," Abby sighed, and did as he said. Adam started to
lean forward and as he did, she opened one eye.
"C'mon, Abb. You wanted this to be like the game," he
reminded her. "Eyes closed."
"Sorry," she whispered back at him and shut her eye. He
watched her carefully as he leaned down and brushed his lips against
hers. It wasn't really a kiss, so much as it was a touching of lips,
but it made Adam plenty nervous just as if he were kissing a girl his
own age for real. As he lifted up, he could feel her breath against
his mouth, and his dick pulsing just inches from her head. He
wondered for a moment if it was an ok kiss, and decided to apply a
little more pressure with the next one.
He moved his head over to whisper in her ear the "strange
words" that were part of the ritual, only he wasn't sure what to say.
"Uh, I don't know any weird words to say, so...I guess this is what
I'll say instead," he whispered to her, which made her giggle. He
couldn't fault her for laughing; it was pretty silly. He
straightened up, and continued. "Open your eyes, and tell me what
you see." Abby's eyes opened and she looked at him.
"I see...you?" she said at first, then remembered. "Oh! Uh,
I see the sunset over the forest like I'm up in the air...right?"
"And then you blink, and you're back here," he reminded her.
"Y-yeah," she said, blinking intentionally. "Do we do it
again?"
"Close your eyes, pretty thing. We need to get you closer to
where you are going," he said. Abby did so, and he leaned down once
more. He realized a little too late that he had leaned in a little
too quickly and firmly kissed her this time. He didn't notice that
first time just how soft her lips were, but now that softness was all
he could think about. He noticed it wasn't unlike the way her pussy
lips had been soft during those few moments he had felt them. He
pulled back, and saw Abby had sort of a look of confusion on her
face, like she wasn't sure about that kiss. He leaned over to her
ear. "S-sorry, that was...not what I meant to do. This time you see
the fortress with the sunset behind it." He sat up, and as before,
instructed her, "Open your eyes, and tell me what you see."
Abby's eyes opened, and looked at him before darting to the
side. "I-I see the fortress...a-and the sunset, then I blink.
Again?"
"Yes. Close your eyes," he said, and touched her cheek. It
was warm from her flushed face, and seemed to grow warmer still now
that he was touching it, but she still did as told, and for the third
time, he leaned in and kissed her. This kiss was like a mixture of
the first two, neither hard or soft nor timid or forced. He moved
his lips slowly, like a massage against hers, and he felt her do the
same. She made a noise, not unlike a grunt, but softer and closer to
whimper, and he pulled back to see her mouth open and her eyes
fluttering before opening just a little. "Was that ok?" he asked
her, realizing just then that he was more than a little flustered
himself.
"Yeah. It was good," she answered with a smile, then closed
her eyes so he could proceed.
"This time, you are, uh, you're outside a window at the
fortress, and you're looking inside. It's a bedroom, a really nice
bedroom, and there are two people in the bed and they're, uh, they're
naked and he's on top of her, and he's moving and she's moaning, and
just before you blink you see her face and she, uh, she's you." He
sat up. "Open your eyes, and tell me what you see." Abby opened her
eyes, and averted her gaze for a moment, before returning it to Adam.
"I-I see a room, with a bed, a-and there are people on the
bed. Th-they're naked, and the man is on top of her and he's...he's
having sex with her and she...she's me," Abby said back to Adam. "B-
but how is she me?"
"You had a magic vision of the future, pretty thing," he
answered. "That was the Duke giving you his seed in your pussy."
"Coooool," she breathed. "If we do it one more time, will I
actually be there?"
"Yes. Once more, and you will be there in the room, nude as
you are now, and ready to make that future come true."
"I really want to feel it!" Abby said suddenly, and Adam
wasn't sure if she was speaking in-character or as herself. "A dick
pushing into my pussy, and squirting sperm seeds. It sounds
really...really cool!" she said with a huge grin as she looked up at
him. She grabbed his hand, and placed it on her skirt. Adam could
feel the rise of her pubic mound just under her clothes. "Will you
rub me while we talk about the sex?" she asked him. Adam hadn't
considered doing that, not that he'd thought about live-action role-
playing any of this with her in the first place.
"I guess I could," he agreed, his fingers already itching to
get under her skirt. With her hand now on his and not on her chest,
he could see her little breast again with it's stiff nipple rebelling
against the shirt she wore. "I, uh, I could touch your boobs too...i-
if you want, I mean."
"Oh," Abby said, putting her chin to her collarbone to look at
herself. "I guess you could. It's a little embarrassing." Adam had
to laugh at that.
"Abby, you let me rub your bare pussy last night. Letting me
touch your boobs can't possibly be more embarrassing than that," he
pointed out.
"W-well, but, my boobs and my pussy are different things," she
argued. "I've always had a pussy, but I'm only just now growing
boobs...a-and you can't see my pussy but you can kinda see my boobs
because they stick out, s-so that's why they're embarrassing."
"Would it be embarrassing if I saw your pussy?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what if I saw your underwear on it, like how I see your
shirt on your boobs. Would that be embarrassing?" Abby had to stop
to think about that.
"W-well...I think it would if you were touching it while
looking at it like that."
"So you just don't want me to see where I'm touching you
then," Adam concluded. Abby didn't answer, but instead sat up,
turning her back to him, and Adam wondered if she felt like he had
been teasing her.
"Try it," she said, looking over her shoulder, and then
scooting back towards him. "Touch my boobs." If everything else
hadn't happened, Adam might have been more hesitant, but went ahead
and reached around to the front of his little sister's chest to
fondle her breasts.
He was kind of disappointed that they didn't really feel like
much, just kind of squishy little bumps with stiff points at the tips
of them. "So?" he asked her. "How do you feel?"
"O-okay, I guess," she said, sounding a tad disappointed
herself. "It's not as embarrassing as I thought it would be." A
quiet moment passed as she was willingly groped, and Adam thought
ahead to the sex scene.
"We could do a little more...just to make it more like the
pretend sex."
"Like how?"
"We could lie down together. I think it would be more
comfortable that way," he suggested. "Lay down on the bed, on your
side. Face that way," he pointed at the wall. Abby moved on to the
bed and lay down facing away from Adam. Adam laid down beside her
and cuddled up close to her back. "Let me get my arm under," he
said, and Abby accommodated him in letting him get his arm under her
body and around to the front of her chest, where he resumed touching
her chest. He reached his other hand down to her belly and placed it
just above her pussy. "How's that?" he asked. Abby's response came
in the form of pressing her bottom back against him.
"I-is that your dick?" she asked. It was. Although he had
come up with the idea to spoon with her while they played out the sex
scene, he had been so focused on touching her body with his hands
that he had forgotten he'd also be rubbing up against her with his
hard-on.
"Uh, yeah, it is. Sorry," he said, and tried to pull his hips
away from her rather awkwardly.
"It's ok," she said. "It's a boner right now, right?"
"Y-yeah."
"Because you're touching my boobs and pussy?" she asked,
pushing his hand with hers further down onto the front of her skirt
where it had been earlier.
"It happened before that," he admitted.
"Like during the kissing?" she asked, sounding surprised.
"B-before that," he said, feeling embarrassed himself that he
was having to pinpoint when he had gotten hard.
"When?"
"Abb, guys get hard just thinking about sex. It kinda started
as soon as you asked if we could play."
"Ohh. So was it hard the whole time we were playing yesterday
too?"
"No, not the whole time. Only during the part where you were
getting touched."
"Yeah! That part was really sexy! I got a little-uh..." she
stopped abruptly.
"You got a little what?" Adam asked, genuinely in the dark
given his lack of experience with girls.
"It might be bad," she murmured.
"Badder than me doing this?" Adam asked, squeezing her boob
and pressing his fingers against her soft mound.
"My pussy got wet."
"Wet? You mean like pee?"
"No! I...I rub myself down there sometimes, and it kind of
gets...like slimey around the sex hole," she tried to explain as best
she could. Adam kind of got the feeling he should have known that
about girls already, but 'wetness' had never come up in sex ed class,
and why would it have? All they talked about in there was disease
prevention and abstinence.
"I...I think that's normal for girls, Abb," he said
cautiously, reasoning that it must be how she got aroused like boys
got hard. He got why she had been reluctant to tell him though, and
decided to share just to put her more at ease. "I touch myself too,
sometimes."
"Really?"
"Yeah, um...have you heard about jerking off?"
"Kinda," the innocent 5th grader responded. "That's something
boys do with their dicks, right?"
"Yeah. Remember when I told you I used my hand to make me
squirt? That's what jerking off is. Here, give me your finger," he
said taking his hand off her crotch and wrapping his fist around the
index finger she stuck out for him. "We, like, we move it like
this," he showed her, stroking the finger.
"You just pull on it? It kind of hurts," she observed.
"Not exactly. There's like this loose skin on the dick, and
that moves up and down really easy, and so when I do that enough it
makes me shoot my sperm out."
"Oh!" Abby audibly announced the light bulb turning on in her
head. "So your hand is like the sex hole in a pussy then! I get it
now!" Adam couldn't see her face, but he knew she must have a big
grin, and he couldn't help smiling himself. "Some time, could we try-
" she started saying, but was interrupted by the sound of the garage
door rattling elsewhere in the house.
"Mom," Adam said, sitting up and pulling his arm out from
under Abby's reclined body.
"We gotta stop, huh?" she asked, rolling onto her back as Adam
got up from the bed.
"Yeah, she'd freak out if she knew what we were doing," he
said, going back to the table. He looked up as Abby came over and
saw her nipples really sticking out under her shirt. Abby caught him
looking and covered her chest with her hands, sticking her tongue out
at him, and then gasping in horror as something occurred to her.
"My bra! Mom will be really mad if I'm not wearing it! She
says my boobs stick out too much!"
"So go put it on," Adam told her, not really understanding why
she was panicking, assuming it was in her room.
"It's out on the couch!" she explained, pointing in the
direction of where they both heard a car door closing in the garage.
Adam realized she wouldn't have time to rush out and get it and not
be seen holding it in her hand, nor would she be able to hide the
telltale points on her chest. He pictured the layout of the living
room in his head and reasoned that unless their mom went to sit down
on the couch, she wouldn't know the bra was there.
"Uh, um, g-go to your room and get in bed," he told her,
thinking as fast as he could. "I'll tell mom you're not feeling
good," in the background they heard the door from the garage to the
house open and close, "and I'll get it when she comes back here to
check on you."
"Kids, I'm home!" they heard her call out. Adam went to his
open door and looked down the hall towards the part of the house
where their mother was. The coast was clear.
"Go. Quietly," he told her. She nodded, and as he stepped
out to go distract their mother, Abby slipped out behind him and went
to her room. He figured the odds were good that his mom wouldn't sit
on the couch right away, and would probably get something to drink
from the kitchen before looking at the mail which Abby usually
brought in with her and would put on the table in front of the couch.
His heart was pounding as he stepped out of the hall, looking first
to the living room couch and sighing in relief when he didn't see his
mother there.
"Mom?" he said, turning his head next to the kitchen.
"Hey, mister," she replied with her usual greeting to him
these days from where she was taking a bottle of juice out of the
refrigerator. "Where's your sister?"
"Oh, uh, Abb wasn't feeling good. She's in her room," Adam
relayed with jittery nerves. It wasn't like he'd never lied to his
mother before, but he was a little tense this time around.
"Oh?" his mother said with concern, setting the bottle down.
"She say why?"
"No, she just, uh, when I got home, she was just not feeling
good," he said, not wanting to offer any details in the chance that
Abby might say something contradictory.
"Okay. Well, I'll check on her in a little while then," she
said, reaching for a glass in the cupboard, threatening to ruin the
entire plan.
"C-could you check on her now?" Adam piped up, insistent.
"Adam, if she's asleep I don't want to wake her," his mother
replied. "It's probably just a tummy ache from lunch or something."
She paused. "She's not like really sick is she?"
"No, b-but she was asking me when you'd be home," he
embellished, then quickly adding, "I, uh, I think it's a, uh, girl
problem," and hoped that didn't sound too strange coming from him.
"O-oh," his mother said with some surprise, setting the glass
down on the countertop. "I, uh, I guess I'll go check in on her
then." She gave Adam a slightly uncomfortable toothless smile, and
headed for the hallway. Adam exhaled like he'd been holding it in
the entire time, and hoped he hadn't just set Abby up with an
imaginary ailment she wouldn't be able to handle. With that out of
his way, he spun around to get what he had come for in the living
room.
Walking around the couch, he found it laying there: an off-
white colored training bra. He picked it up daintily, between his
thumb and forefinger, almost like it was some kind of a forbidden or
unpleasant object to hold. Turning it from side to side he looked at
it, thinking to himself that it looked kind of like a harness, and
wasn't particularly attractive like the bras he could sometimes see
the outlines of on girls at school. The faint unclear sound of his
mother speaking down the hall reminded him that he wasn't there to
just look at it like a curio.
'It's just a bra,' he told himself, and tried folding it up so
he could stick it in his pocket, only it seemed a little too bulky,
and he was sure his mother might ask him what was in his pocket. It
was kind of the size and shape of a wallet though, so he tried
sticking it in his back pocket, but he could feel it was sticking
out, so that was no good either. When pulling it out of his back
pocket, one of the folds popped open and he fumbled it, dropping it
to the floor. Stooping over to pick it up, he heard his mother's
voice more clearly, telling Abby that she would come back to check on
her again soon. Adam realized she was about to step out into the
hall, and did the first thing that came to mind. He stuck half of it
down the front of his pants and pulled his shirt down to cover the
remaining portion that stuck out above his waist.
"Adam?" his mother asked, looking at him curiously from the
edge of the hall.
"Y-yeah, Mom?"
"What're you doing standing there?" she asked.
"I was just, uh, just waiting for you to come back. How is
she?"
"She, uh, she's ok. She'll just be laying down for a bit,"
his mom answered, and then smiled. "It was very sweet of you to
carry her to bed like that."
"O-oh? Oh, yeah, I uh, I guess it was," Adam said, wondering
what Abby said to her.
"So now will you tell me what's really going on?" his mother
asked, still smiling at him, only with more of a smirk than a smile
on her lips. Adam's jaw dropped despite himself.
"Wh-what do you mean, Mom?" he asked her, trying not to sound
as guilty as he was.
"Abby didn't tell me you carried her into her room, and she
didn't tell me she was having 'girl problems' or anything close to
them. So either a really fake sounding cough is a symptom of PMS
that I've never heard of, or you two didn't have time to get your
stories straight before you came out here to make sure I went and
checked on her right away." The look of defeat on Adam's face
couldn't have been more obvious, and that just seemed to amuse his
mother even more. "Oh, and you've clearly got something hidden under
your shirt there, mister," she said, pointing at the very obvious
shape of the sideways turned bra pressing against his shirt and
making it stick out. Adam sighed, and lifted his shirt to pull the
bra free. If he hadn't been so defeated at that moment, he probably
would have enjoyed the bewildered look on his mother's face. "I-is
that...?" she asked haltingly.
"When I got home," Adam began, "Abby asked me if we could play
that roleplaying game that we've been playing the last few days. I
said ok, and we went to my room to play," he explained truthfully,
soon also to be selectively. "When we heard you get home, Abby kinda
freaked out that she had taken it off out here and that you would
find out she wasn't wearing it, so I told her to go pretend to be
sick in her room, and I would get it for her when you weren't
looking. I really had no idea this," he held up the bra, "was such a
big deal until she almost started crying." The last part was an
embellishment, but Adam also kind of hoped it would convince his mom
to go easy. From her expression, he could tell she was somewhere
between upset and amazed.
"I-I can't believe you guys would lie to me like this," she
said in a measured tone, like she was keeping something in check,
"but, I'm also kind of touched that you would do something
as...strange as this for her," she stated. Adam wasn't quite sure
what that meant, but it sounded positive.
"So...does that mean you aren't mad about...?" he asked,
holding the bra up again.
"Mad? About that? Adam, Abby could run around the house
naked if she wanted and I wouldn't care...well, no, I would probably
tell her to put something on to cover her private parts, but, no, I'm
not mad that she took it off," she explained, a small smile
returning. "If you had to wear one of those things strapped on your
chest for hours every day, you'd take it off as soon as you got home
too. Especially if your body was growing in every direction and
making it a tighter and tighter fit every day."
"W-well then what was Abby so scared you'd be mad about?" Adam
asked, absolutely confused by his mom's response.
"Beats me," she responded. "I just told her she should always
wear it when she goes outside and to not leave it laying around so
that it wouldn't make you or your father uncomfortable. Maybe she
took those instructions too seriously," Adam's mom mused thoughtfully
to herself and then shrugged.
"So we're not in trouble?" he asked her.
"Well I'm not happy that you lied to me, but I can see you had
a good, but very strange, reason for it." She made a dismissive
motion towards the hall with her hand. "Go on and take it to her.
She's lucky she has such a great big brother to pick up her underwear
for her, and I'm kind of proud that I've raised a couple of kids who
would stick up for each other like this. You're a good one, mister,"
she praised him, which made Adam smile in turn. He took a few steps
towards the hall, before she held up her hand. "One thing though.
Don't stick your sister's bra down your pants. That's weird," she
informed him, and then left to get that glass of juice she had
abandoned earlier in the kitchen.
'Not as weird as the other stuff I've done today,' Adam
thought to himself as he sprinted down the hall to Abby's door. When
he opened it, she sat up as soon as she saw him, and her eyes went
big when she saw him holding the bra out in the open.
"Why didn't you hide it?" she asked him. "Mom might have seen
it."
"She figured it out, Abb," he said, which turned her face to
horror. "It's ok, she's not mad," he added.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Actually, I think she's kinda happy in a weird mom
way," he said, sitting down on the bed next to her, and passing her
the bra, which she took bashfully.
"Thanks. Sorry you had to get it for me."
"I'm your big brother, I'd do anything for you," he answered,
echoing some of their mother's sentiments. He didn't know what came
over him at the moment, but he turned his head and kissed her cheek.
"Ew," she giggled softly, rubbing at the kissed skin. "Why'd
you do that?"
"I dunno," he said honestly. "I just...I felt like it." Abby
blushed, and then hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"I felt like it too," she said. Adam had another feeling at
that moment, as he looked at her lips, but knew he shouldn't even
though he had done it 3 times already, just under the pretense of the
game.
"I should go," he said abruptly, pulling away from Abby's arms.
"Why?" she asked with disappointment as he stood up.
"Because, you need to put that back on, and Mom's home, so we
gotta be normal," he told her and headed for the door.
"Ok. Hey, Adam?" Adam stopped and looked back at her. "I
love you." It really made Adam feel funny to hear her say that, and
made him not want to leave the room even more.
"Uh, y-yeah, I love you too, Abb," he said as casually as he
could before leaving her bedroom as quickly as he could.
Back in his own bedroom, Adam sighed as he leaned against the
door. He could feel something coming over him, and it kind of scared
him. All he wanted to do at that moment was go back to Abby's room
and just look at her. It wasn't unlike the way he felt about which
ever girl at school he had his eye on any particular week, just...it
was more intense.
He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, and
went to the game table to tidy up. Neither of them had really made
much use of the papers, dice or game books this time around, but one
item made him pause and look at it. It was the hastily drawn picture
of the gem inside the ugly elf girl's uterus. He remembered Abby
laughing at it when he had shown it to her. Two days ago he never
could have drawn such a thing to show her, unless he had been trying
to shock her intentionally, but now...now it felt so innocent in
comparison to what they'd done on the basement sofa last night or on
his bed just a short time ago.
He set the picture down and looked at his now empty hand.
He'd felt Abby's breast with that hand. He'd felt her pussy with it
too. It was impossible for him to think of her as something as
simple as his little sister anymore. She had become his little
sister with a girl's body. His little sister with a pussy that got
wet. His little sister with breasts that reacted to his touch. His
little sister who made that adorable little noise when he had kissed
her the 3rd time. His little sister who made his dick get hard as
soon as he had seen her waiting for him to get home. His little
sister who wanted him to touch her and kiss her and describe dirty
things to her. His little sister who told him she wanted to feel
what it was like to have sex, and something told him she would leap
at the first chance to do it, no matter who it was with.
He put the drawing into his stack of papers pertaining to the
game scenario, and set about writing down in his notebook a PG and
carefully worded summary of what they'd played out today, as he had
done the days before. Terms like 'life force' and 'magic container'
replaced talk of sperm and pussy. Adam wasn't about to explicitly
document the path he and Abby were going down.
Once the summary was done, he figured he had better get
started on his homework. He looked up at the spot beside his door
where he usually left his backpack, only it wasn't there. He must
have left it by the front door when Abby had asked him to play. He
headed out to find it, and sure enough it was where he thought it
was. Not far from it, his mother was seated on the couch go through
the mail. "Homework?" she asked him, as though the earlier situation
hadn't even happened.
"Yeah," he said, stooping over to pick up his backpack.
Turning to go back to his room, he stopped when he saw Abby emerge
from the hall, her chest now just a smooth rise under her shirt, as
she had put her bra back on. She blushed as she looked at Adam and
then her mom before hurrying over to pick up her backpack as well.
"Abb?" their mother said expectantly.
"Y-yeah, Mom?" she asked a little nervously.
"Did you thank Adam for what he did for you?"
"Yeah," she answered.
"Did you apologize to me for lying?"
"N-no. Sorry, Mom. I won't do it again."
"Thank you, honey. Get started on your homework now." Adam
could see relief spread across Abby's face as she saw that was all
the punishment she was going to receive.
That didn't stop their mother from bringing it up at the
dinner table though, as she told their father all about their
conspiring children. Adam and Abby could only sit redfaced and
shocked as their mom recounted the entire ordeal from her
perspective, although she did alter one element of the story to save
her adolescent daughter from too much embarrassment in front of her
father. Instead of a bra, she said that Adam had gone to fetch a
love letter that Abby had received at school from a boy, which was
embarrassing to Abby in its own way.
After dinner, Adam returned to his room to finish his
homework. A sound at his door made him look up from where he sat on
his bed. There stood Abby, book and worksheet in hand. "Can I do my
homework in here?" she asked him.
"Uh, y-yeah, I guess," he answered her, and with no hesitation
the preteen joined him on the bed. "We can't do any of that stuff
now, you know," he reminded her, noticing that her breasts were not
restrained under her shirt.
"I know," she said with a hint of exasperation. "I'm not
dumb. I just wanna be with you," she answered, and then turned her
attention to her own homework. They quietly did their own thing like
that, side by side for a few minutes. Adam would notice in his
peripheral vision that she would glance at him before going back to
her own studying. It was a little distracting, but not badly. He
couldn't help himself either and would turn his eyes towards her,
mostly to look at her chest. The pointy little tips were hard for
him to ignore. Finally she looked at him again and asked quietly,
"Did your boner want to have sex with me?"
"Abby, not now," he tried to put her off. Mom was always
serious about her kids getting a good education, and she would check
in often during homework time. Adam did not want her to possibly
overhear something.
"I know, but it was poking me, and I know it only gets like
that when it wants to do it, so I was just wondering. Sorry."
"It doesn't...it's not like that, Abb. I told you, guys get
like that all the time. It's just part of our puberty stuff," he
whispered.
"But it...it was ready to, right?" she pressed the issue. "I
mean, if it could, it would, right?"
"It doesn't just do things," Adam sighed. "I mean, it does,
but it's not like...I'm still the one in charge. It's just a part of
me. It won't just stick itself inside you on its own, ok?" he tried
to explain, thinking he saw what she was misunderstanding.
"Yeah, but if..." Adam could tell she was looking for the
right words to make her argument. "I-if it was out and I was not
covered and we were next to each other, w-would it maybe then, maybe
by accident?"
"Abby, it's ME," he stressed.
"S-so you wouldn't?" she asked, and Adam thought he was just
hearing things, but she sounded almost sad.
"A-Abb, what are you-"
"Abby? What are you doing in here?" their mother asked from
the doorway, surprising both the kids.
"I-I just wanted some help with my math!" she answered over-
earnestly, showing her mom the worksheet.
"Then you should come to me and ask, and not bother your
brother," their mother said sternly.
"She's not bothering me, Mom," Adam spoke up, not sure why he
was feeling defensive all of a sudden. "She just had a question, and
I helped her." He could tell his mom wasn't used to being
challenged, and wondered if he'd talked back a little too much.
"Alright," their mother sighed, "but if she gets to be a
bother," and she pointed in the direction of Abby's bedroom to finish
the sentence before leaving. Both kids sighed in relief, and then
Abby giggled.
"I thought Mom was gonna get real mad," she said, leaning
against Adam and putting her head on his shoulder. "Thanks for
saying I could stay." She sat up and kissed his cheek, making Adam's
pulse race.
"Y-yeah. Well, you're not being a problem," He looked down
at her, or more accurately he looked at her lips, and then a glance
down at her chest. "But maybe it would be better if you went back to
your room."
"Wha...but you just told Mom-" Abby complained.
"I know," Adam said, closing his eyes, pained that he was
having to say this, "but with you here, I can't...I can't focus, Abb,
and I don't want you to go either, but...like I said earlier when Mom
got home, we can't be all like this if there's a chance she'll see
us."
"I won't make you do anything," she said plaintively. Adam
shook his head.
"It's not about what you want to do, Abb. It's about what I
want to do when you're here." He watched Abby think about that
statement a moment, and then saw her eyes get big when she understood.
"O-oh," she said, as though the idea of Adam wanting to do
things to her hadn't ever crossed her mind. "I-I, m-maybe I should
go then," she said quickly, and Adam felt like he couldn't just let
her leave like that. She turned away from him to get off the bed,
and he grabbed her wrist as her feet hit the floor. "Huh?" she said,
turning to look at him, and he pulled her in close, giving in to all
those looks he'd been giving her lips.
She struggled just a little bit, although it was more in
response to the pulling on her wrist, but she didn't fight against
the kiss at all. He let go of her wrist and put that hand on her
puffy little tit, fingers rubbing over the prominent little nipple at
the tip. "Aaa," she gasped against his mouth before softly moaning
his name. "Adam...we shouldn't...Mom might..."
"I know," he said, retracting his hand, and taking his mouth
away from hers. "Which is why you need to go." She straightened up
and brushed back the hair that had fallen forward when he had pulled
her to him.
"Ok," she said, in a daze, her hand rubbing absentmindedly at
the breast Adam had groped. She took a step backwards, turned,
walked to the door, and before exiting the room looked back at him
with a shy smile.
Almost right away Adam wondered if he had done the right
thing. He just wanted to touch her and kiss her and feel her and sit
next to her and immerse himself in her presence, but... The throb of
his fully hard dick seemed to both chide him for letting her go, and
warn him that he might push things too far if she stayed. He had
hoped that kiss would let the pressure off just a little bit, but
really it only seemed to increase it.
He rubbed at the swollen lump in his pants, wanting to do
something about that now at least, but he knew that his mom would be
back to check on him shortly, especially since she would still think
Abby was with him. It would have to wait until he went to take a
shower before bedtime.
Adam managed to finish most of his homework by the time he had
to head for the shower. He probably would have been able to finish
all of it if he wasn't lapsing into thought about Abby, but he could
always use time before school or at lunch to wrap it up. He did
wonder how he was going to get through school tomorrow with what
would be waiting for him at home afterwards.
He gathered his clothes for bed and got a towel from the hall
bathroom before heading down the stairs for the bathroom that he had
unofficially claimed as his own. It was smaller, and not as nice a
bathroom as the one directly above it, but it kind of felt like his
own space away from his bedroom, which he also wanted to move into
the basement where there was a room that stored items left over from
his mother's former job as a wedding planner. It had a bed in there,
but was just insanely cluttered with fake flowers and ribbons and
shimmery lacey stuff. He recalled once that his grandparents had
spent a few days in that room once when they came to visit, but Abby
had been just a baby then and most of that wedding stuff had been
relocated to her bedroom for the duration of the visit. Any time he
brought up the subject of moving his room down there, his mom would
always say the same thing: "Maybe when you're older."
As he reached the bottom step, he looked to the couch and TV
there where he and Abby had become something more than just siblings.
As expected, the TV was off and Abby was nowhere to be seen. She
would have had to pass by his bedroom door to get down there, and
aside from an apparent trip to the bathroom and the subsequent return
from, he hadn't seen her since she left his bedroom earlier. Come to
think of it, she hadn't looked in at him during either of those two
passes, so it worried Adam just a little that maybe she was avoiding
him.
There was an ache in his balls when he closed the basement
bathroom door, and he was hard already in anticipation of finally
getting to jerk off after the day's events. He started the water in
the shower, pushed down his pants, and closed his eyes.
Kissing Abby's soft lips.
Feeling her small budding breasts.
Her bottom rubbing against his hard dick.
His hand on her soft pussy mound.
Her shy worried admission to him that her pussy got wet while
they played the game.
Her finger in his grip, as he demonstrated for her how boys
got themselves off.
Kissing her in her bed.
Kissing her on his bed.
The urge he fought to not let her walk out of his room so that
he could slide his hands under her skirt and see if she was just as
turned on as he was...
"Unnnh!" he groaned, shooting his built up lust for his little
sister into the bowl of the toilet, spattering some on the seat.
Just as when he would jerk off after listening to the neighbor girl,
there seemed to be more jizz this time, only the intensity of the
orgasm was so much more intense, just as it had been the night before
when Abby had first let him touch her. Was it because he wasn't just
getting off to his imagination, but instead had actual memories and
experience to fuel the movement of his hand? He wasn't quite sure,
but that was what made sense to him in the moment. He wiped off the
seat, his hand, and the head of his dick before getting in the shower.
Twenty minutes later he shut off the water and pulled the
curtain back, clean and refreshed, but...something seemed a little
off to him. There wasn't as much steam in the room as usual and the
mirror wasn't fogged up all the way. He shrugged his shoulders,
wondering if maybe he just hadn't had the water as hot as usual, and
got dressed in his loose t-shirt and flannel pajama pants he liked to
sleep in. He gripped the doorknob and pulled it open...which gave
him pause. He had closed it, hadn't he? Maybe he'd forgotten to do
that, or he just hadn't latched it closed at all. He would often
just pull it closed but unlatched if he had to pee real quick. He
had been in a hurry to whack off when he got there, so maybe he had
been careless with the door, not just leaving it unlocked but open as
well.
The noise of the TV reached him before he stepped from the
basement hall to the main room, and he had an idea of what was
waiting for him. His head was already turned in the right direction
and his eyes met hers as soon as she looked his way. "Abb," he said,
a theory forming in his mind. "Did you go in the bathroom while I
was showering?" he asked his nightgown draped little sis.
"N-no," she answered, turning her head quickly in an obvious
lie. He wondered if she had been this unconvincing with their mother
earlier, but he didn't feel like calling her on the fib.
"Oh, ok," he said simply, which actually got Abby to look at
him suddenly with surprise, no doubt because she had been expecting
more of an interrogation. He came over and sat down beside her on
the couch, the same mindless teen gossip and entertainment program on
the TV set as the previous two nights. Half a moment passed between
when his rear hit the cushion and when Abby scooted closer to him and
slouched a little in her seat, legs spreading just a little. It was
obvious what she was offering, but Adam had that same feeling of
doubt in his self control as he had during the homework incident and
hesitated, curling his hand into a fist.
"Please," Abby said quietly, placing her smaller hand on his
clenched fingers. "I...I've been waiting for this since then," she
admitted to him, pulling his hand to the hem of her nightgown. Their
hands together dragged her nightgown up, exposing her bare thighs as
she pressed his hand just out of sight against her unmistakably wet
pussy. Adam had only felt the slightest hint of her excitement the
night before, and the degree to which girls could get wet was not
something he was familiar with anyways, so the difference between
this and the previous night was pretty surprising to him, and his
reluctance to touching her was blown away by his curiosity.
"Abb...you're really wet..." he said in amazement, opening his
fist to touch her properly.
"Y-yeah," she sighed, taking her hand off his. "Y-you can put
your finger in, b-between the lips, b-but not in my hole," she
permitted. Adam tried to picture the worksheet he had filled out
with anatomical names on a line drawing in health class last year,
but didn't have a clue where the 'hole' was. He figured Abby would
stop him if he was crossing the line anyways, and so he pressed his
finger into her wet slit.
It was soft and smooth, and warm all around his finger. 'It's
like the inside of a mouth,' Adam thought to himself, as he stroked
the area with his finger tip. "Can I see it?" he asked her, and just
as the night before, was met with a shake of her head. "Why not?"
"W-well, what if Mom comes down here?" she put forth, echoing
his own objections earlier. It felt like a weak excuse, but he
couldn't argue with it too much, and didn't want Abby to get too bold
when they weren't alone in the house anyways. Tomorrow though... He
probed downwards and felt what was like an entrance. As soon as he
grazed it with the tip of his finger, Abby grabbed at his hand to
stop him. "N-not there!" she said, worry and fear evident in her
voice.
"Sorry, Abb," Adam apologized, and moved his finger to a
higher spot in her slit. "That was...that was it?" he asked,
reasonably sure it was.
"Mmhmm," she nodded. "My pussy hole." She moved his hand up
a little. "T-there, t-that sort of bumpy place," she described, her
breathing getting a little heavier. "It feels best when I touch
there." Adam could feel what she was talking about and pressed his
finger against it and rubbed, making Abby draw a quick breath and
whimper.
"Good?" he asked her, feeling his mouth spread into a smile as
he rubbed it again.
"Y-yeah!" Abby shuddered, her voice pitching high. "N-not so
hard t-though...a-and r-rub next to it." Adam adjusted the pressure
and position of his finger on the little bump, and Abby whimpered a
moan of appreciation. "Yeah," she repeated. "A little faster," she
requested and groaned moments later.
"Abby! Time for bed!" yelled a voice from the top of the
stairs, making the little girl squeal in surprise before she clapped
her hands over her mouth. Adam whipped his hand away and she pushed
her nightgown back into place over her bare lap in a well
coordinated, but unpracticed motion.
"O-ok, Mom!" Abby shouted back, as she shared a look with
Adam, her eyes big and face red. "Oh my gosh," she whispered to him
and started to giggle and then sighed. She started to stand, but
then paused and instead flung her arms around Adam's neck and pressed
her lips to his. It took Adam by surprise, but he soon had his arms
around his little sister and pulled her smaller body to his. Her
knees were on either side of his legs on the couch, straddling him.
Their mouths locked together for what felt like an eternity, and just
when Adam felt like he needed to take a breath, Abby broke off the
kiss, gasping lightly herself. He ran his hands down her sides and
held her by her small bottom, making her giggle.
"You should go. Mom'll come to get you," he told her.
"I know," she said sadly, but also happily in the afterglow of
their most illicit sibling kiss to date. "We'll play tomorrow,
right?" There was something in the way she asked that, that told
Adam it wasn't the game or the new physical nature of their
relationship that she was looking forward to most. The way her eyes
sparkled for a moment when she didn't look away from his eyes told
him even more.
"Yeah. I can't wait, Abb," he told her. He slid his hands
from under her butt and she slipped down from where she had all but
mounted him on the couch.
"G'night," she said, and then turned and raced up the stairs.
"Good night," Adam said softly, turning his eyes upward to
where he heard her feet on the floor above. "Love you, Abb."
Sleep didn't come easy for Adam. He was awake well past
midnight thinking about his sister just down the hall and the
situation they would most likely wind up in the next afternoon. It
wasn't too hard for him to imagine it, given Abby's interest in
simulating the fantasy actions in the game. By this time tomorrow he
and Abby would most likely have some kind of fake sex on his bed.
He thought again about the open bathroom door. She had to
have tried to look. It was the only thing that made sense,
especially with her uneasy denial of it. Would she try to get him to
show it to her tomorrow? Maybe...maybe he should...but in exchange
she should have to show him. Yes, he'd make that offer to her if she
brought it up...but should he really? Abby was 11, and still...well,
innocent? No no, not anymore she wasn't, at least not when it came
to sexual feelings. She still hadn't really done anything...or so
she insisted. Other girls her age were, she had claimed, so why
couldn't Abby... That actually made Adam laugh out loud. There was
absolutely no way Abby had ever had sex. He just knew her too well,
and she had been really open with him with everything else, and she
was awful at lying. No, Abby was as pure as she could be at this
point.
He rolled over and slid his hand into his loose flannel pants
and slowly stroked on his seemingly tireless erection. He'd
masturbated a second time in the bathroom after Abby had gone to bed,
and here it was again asking for a third round. Could he? He'd
never done it 3 times in one day, and that second time earlier had
been kinda...unpleasant. He sat up and stepped out of bed to head
for the bathroom. He could have done it in his room of course, but
the tissues would leave a telltale odor in the air over night that he
preferred not having.
Out into the dark hall he went, glancing back at the doors of
his sister and parents, and saw them both closed and with no light
seeping out from under them. He thought for a moment about going to
the basement bathroom, but worried about the chance of making noise
on the stairs, and so he went to the bathroom just down the hall
instead. He didn't bother turning on the light, and just fished his
dick out through the fly of his flannel pants. He grabbed some
toilet paper and covered the head with it, a method of cleanup he
hated using because it always stuck to his dick afterwards, but it
really was the cleanest way to do it.
Adam let his fantasy run a little wild this time, not just
thinking about what he had done already with Abby, but what he'd like
to do to her. He felt a little like a sicko, but he really did want
to have sex with her. He didn't know if she'd ever let him though,
considering how reluctant she was to even let him see her pussy.
Still, he closed his eyes and did his best to adapt the feeling of
his fingers in her slit to how it would feel to sink his prick in
her. Unfortunately he couldn't get past the fact that his dick was
feeling sore for this attempt at a third orgasm in as many hours.
'It's not gonna happen,' he thought to himself and tossed the
tissue wad into the waste basket. There was a noise to the side and
he turned to see a slowly opening door with a diminutive figure in a
nightgown standing there. "A-Abb?!" he asked, hastily stuffing his
overused member back into his pants.
"Ah! A-Adam?" she asked in return, startled and hitting the
light switch on the wall to see him with his hand shoving something
into the front of his pants. "Wh-what are-"
"Shh!" he shushed her. "Nothing. I'm going to bed," he
hastily told her, wondering if she saw anything at all as he breezed
past her to head back to his room. Back in bed, he strained his ears
to hear what she was doing, but heard only the sound of a door
closing, a door opening a few moments later, shuffled footsteps that
seemed to pause momentarily at his bedroom door, then continued just
down the hall and a very quiet door latching sound. Adam sighed and
rolled onto his side. He knew he should really apologize to her in
the morning for being so rude, but...but what? He didn't want her to
see his dick? He wasn't going to ever had sex with her with that
attitude.
He closed his eyes tightly, grimacing at that sentiment,
feeling like he was just taking her for granted and objectifying her
as a sure thing. Her feelings on it mattered too, damn it. He just
felt so possessive and domineering when he thought about her like
that, and he seemed to be thinking with his dick first and his brain
a few moments later. Although when hadn't he thought with one before
the other when he had crushes on other girls. To a degree, Abby was
just like them now, the only difference being her age and
relationship to Adam.
Rolling to his other side, he sighed again. At least he
didn't have the urge to try to jack off anymore. He yawned, and felt
his consciousness slipping away into sleep at last.
"...bby, wake up."
Footsteps drawing nearer.
The click and rattle of his bedroom door opening.
"Adam, wake up," his mother said from the doorway as she did
every morning, before closing the door and leaving him to rise on his
own. He groaned and felt a cold wet patch on his pillow where he had
drooled during the night. He slunk away, just slightly repulsed by
it, and groggily sat up. Morning already? He looked at the clock by
his bed: 6:45am as always. It felt like he had just closed his eyes,
and hours had passed in that blink.
He undressed and got dressed, and opened his door to greet the
day. A sound just down the hall made him look and there was Abby,
dressed as well coming out of her room. "Uh, h-hey," he said,
holding his hand up in greeting.
"H-hey," she said back, rubbing at her eye and walking toward
him.
"Uh, Abb, about last night, in the bathroom, I, uh, I'm sorry
for kinda yelling at you," he told her.
"Huh?" she responded, still apparently knocking some of the
morning cobwebs loose. "Oh...were you peeing or something?"
"Y-yeah, something like that. I shoulda closed the door,"
Adam said, oddly relieved that she hadn't hit upon the real reason.
"I was just kinda embarrassed, I guess."
"Oh. I didn't see anything...I don't think," she said, and
Adam could tell she was trying to remember it more clearly.
"It's ok, Abb. Don't worry about it," he added quickly,
wanting the topic to drop. When she looked at him again though, he
caught a glimmer of an idea forming in her eyes. "L-let's go eat
breakfast," he said before she could share it with him, and retreated
to the safety of the kitchen and their parents' presence. Whatever
idea Abby had, she didn't have another chance that morning to share
it with him.
If he thought concentrating in class yesterday was hard, it
seemed almost harder today. Not even the fact that Connie Mackinson,
who he'd been crushing on all year, tripped and flashed half his math
class her underwear was something he could focus on seeing. And it
happened RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. Nope. Connie would forever be a
fantasy, but Abby...she was real, and she would be waiting for him at
home in a few hours. Even his friend, Ryan, who he (until now) told
everything to, saw that Adam was off in his own world.
"You feeling ok?" Ryan had asked him in the hall after math.
"After what happened in there, you should be all, like smiles and
everything."
"Oh, yeah, I guess," Adam answered, which only made Ryan more
incredulous.
"Dude!" he exclaimed quietly. "You could totally, like, see
the shape of her pussy...kinda," he whispered, although it was loud
enough to draw a few sour looks from girls passing by in the hall.
"'Oh, yeah, I guess,'" he mocked Adam.
"R-really?" Adam asked, suddenly interested. "Sorry. I, I
didn't get much sleep last night, and I've just really been
distracted by stuff at home." It wasn't a lie, but he didn't think
Ryan would get as concerned as he did.
"Wait. What's going on at home?" Ryan asked seriously all of
a sudden. "Are your parents ok? Is Abby ok?"
"Y-yeah, they're fine. Everybody's fine!" Adam backpedaled,
trying to think of a white lie he could tell. The hesitation that he
had as he thought kind of did the trick for him.
"Look, man," Ryan said, clapping Adam on the shoulder. "You
don't have to tell me, if you don't want to, and it's really none of
my business, but I'm here if you need to talk it out, alright?" He
was so sincere in the offer that it really took Adam by surprise.
"Uh, y-yeah. I know, ok. It's not like anything's wrong, j-
just, you know, Abby, she's uh, she's not really getting along with
Mom so they're fighting and...it's just not as peaceful as usual.
That's all," he said, going with the white lie anyways just to defuse
the situation further.
"Ah," Ryan smiled. "Little Abby's growing up, huh?" Adam
wasn't totally sure how to respond. He and Ryan had never really
talked about his sister in any way.
"Uh, yeah. She, uh, she's 11. Fifth grade," Adam responded,
not really sure what else there was to say on the matter.
"You know," Ryan said, coming in close to speak more
confidentially, "I saw my dad's e-mail and there's rumors about some
5th grade girls who are doing dirty stuff." Ryan's dad was a math
teacher at another middle school in the area. Adam kind of wanted to
know more about this e-mail, but at the same time he didn't care for
what Ryan seemed to be implying.
"N-no. Not Abby," he said, shaking his head. "S-she's
just...not. No. Seriously, dude, she's my sister." Adam could feel
his blood starting to boil a little bit and his voice rising.
"Whoa, whoa, not at all. I wasn't saying anything like that,"
Ryan said, holding up his hands defensively. "I was just saying
there are others who are apparently. I mean, just look around. If
there are 5th graders doing it, then how many older girls do we know
in this school that might be doing it too?" The 90-second warning
bell rang, and everybody in the hall around Adam and Ryan picked up
their pace or started to leave their little social groups to make it
to their next class on time. "No, dude, no. Sorry, I didn't mean
Abby at all. We good?" he asked, already taking a step back.
"Yeah, we're good," Adam said, settling down.
"Alright. Catch you later," Ryan said, leaving in a hurry for
his next class. Adam sighed. If only Ryan knew what Abby was
actually like.
For the next three class periods, when Adam wasn't thinking
about what would happen after school, he was looking around the
classroom at the girls there and thinking about what Ryan had said.
How many of them had done it already? How many of them were doing it
with their brothers? He was sure the answer to that second question
was way lower than the answer to the first.
Finally the last bell of the day sounded, and Adam set off for
home. It was a 15 minute walk from school to his front door, and he
did his best to walk quickly without running with his heavy backpack
on. When the living room window of the house came into view, he was
surprised to not see Abby there waiting for him like she had been
yesterday. He was sure she would be eagerly waiting for him
considering the planned activity for them both.
He used his key to get in, and inside saw Abby's shoes and
backpack sitting by the door. "Abb?" he called out, but heard no
reply. She wasn't in front of the TV upstairs like she usually was,
and a quick check downstairs saw that she wasn't there either.
"Abb?" he called out again, getting worried. Was she in her room?
No. "Abb?!" He heard a faint giggle behind him from the hall. Was
she in his room?
He was already anticipating seeing her seated at the card
table, ready to play, but she wasn't there. "Abby? Where are you?"
Another giggle, and he turned to face the source of the noise. Under
the covers in his bed was a shape, the top most part of which was a
head of hair and two eyes peeking at him from under the covers. Adam
sighed in relief. "Jeez, Abb, you scared the hell out of me," he
told her, which just made her giggle again and hide her eyes under
the sheets.
"Sorry," her muffled voice said. "I just wanted to surprise
you."
"Yeah, well you did that," Adam said, coming over to sit on
the edge of his bed to take his shoes off. "What are you doing under
there anyways?" He thought he might already know the answer to that.
"Waiting for you," she answered, just as he had expected.
"Hurry up and let's play!" she said, popping her head up above the
blankets once more.
Adam set his shoes aside and turned to look at her. There was
a grin on her face that just would not quit. Something was going on.
"Abb," Adam said slowly, "what's going on here?"
"Well," she said, looking every bit like the cat that ate the
canary, "we're gonna play the part where Yabby and that guy have sex
in the bed, so..." She sat up a little, and the covers slipped down
to show a pair of bare shoulders on either side of her scheming
little head. That told Adam exactly what the blankets were hiding.
"Abb...are you..." She giggled, nodding her head. "N-nothing
at all?" She just giggled more and shrunk her shoulders and chin
back under the covers. Adam could not believe this was happening.
"Abb! W-what about yesterday when Mom came home and you freaked out
because you weren't wearing your bra?!"
"It's in my room with everything else. When we hear her get
home, I'll just run in there and get dressed," she explained, clearly
having given this some thought. "Hurry up. The sooner we start the
more we can do!" she impatiently whined. Adam had been anticipating
some kind of very close contact with Abby all day, but this wasn't at
all how he had imagined it.
"H-how much do you want me to be, uh, naked?" he asked her.
That triggered the giggles again and she was blushing bright red now.
"Everything," she shyly requested, and then rolled onto her
side, facing away from Adam, the covers pulling away just slightly to
show her bare shoulders and upper back. "I won't look, promise."
Adam stood still for a moment, partly due to indecision and shock at
it all, and partly because he didn't completely trust that Abby
wouldn't look. Sure enough, barely 10 seconds passed and she turned
just a little to look over her shoulder at him, and then giggled and
turned back when she saw she had been caught. "Hurry! O-or I'll
never let you touch me again!" Adam knew that Abby was as bad at
holding to her threats as she was bad at lying successfully, but he
also knew that if he tried to hold to his principals and morals now
and stop whatever was about to happen, that he might end up making
her feel humiliated by how she was throwing herself at him.
"Alright," he said, and turned his back to her, and pulled his
shirt off over his head.
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***This marks the end of current progress on RPG, as of 26 September
2015.***
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