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 Title: I Don't Get You


Summary: My step-sister really confuses me sometimes...
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,young



   "You're what?  Run that by me again?"

   "I know it's sudden and sounds a little weird, but-"

   "A little?  You just told me that you're getting married again.  To a
woman you met three weeks ago on vacation."

   "Yes.  Her name is Adelaide and she's wonderful."

   "Adelaide?" I muttered.  "Isn't that a street name or something you yell
when you're falling off a building?"

   "Be nice, Sean, she makes me happy," dad chided.  "She's really nice and
you'll like her."

   I sighed heavily as I sat at the dining room table.  I knew my dad, he
wasn't exactly spontaneous, so for him to do this, there must have been
something to it.  Or he failed his save roll and got ensorcelled.  Either
way, I knew better than to try and change his mind.  "Guess I'll have to
take your word for it."

   "Oh, you'll get to meet her before we tie the knot," he said easily,
joining me in sitting down and drinking coffee.  "I've invited her to come
and visit, test out the waters before she makes a decision.  She wanted to
meet you."

   "Well, that's good to hear.  Will she be staying with us or in a hotel
in town?"

   "I offered both options and she chose to stay here, see if day-to-day
living in a non-vacation environment was to her liking.  She's a single mom
and we really hit it off."

   "She's been married before?"

   "Situation not unlike ours, really," dad mused.  "Hubby left her soon
after her daughter was born, never heard from again."

   I paused a moment.  "She has a daughter?  So, if you get married, I'm
saddled with a step-sister?"

   "Yup," dad answered cheerfully.  "Her name's Jerica."

   "Like, Jem and the Holograms Jerica?  That lame-ass Eighties cartoon?"

   "If you say so," dad replied amenably.  "I wouldn't know about that. 
But Addy showed me pictures of her and she seems nice.  She'll probably
come and stay too."

   "What're we gonna do for two weeks?" I asked, trying not to sound
frustrated.

   "Well, Addy said she'll find a job in her field here, which shouldn't be
difficult for her.  If she can, and if we all jive, she and Jerica will
move in with us.  We have the extra bedroom for Jerica, and Addy would stay
with me, of course."

   "So we double the size of our family, just like that." I stated flatly,
not impressed.

   "Sean, please don't be a hard-ass about this," dad said with a firm
kindness in his tone.  "You know dating has always been hard for me and
Addy makes me happy.  How can that possibly be a bad thing in your world?"

   Well, he had me there.  I promised I would reserve judgement until I at
least met this woman and her daughter.  "So when do we receive our guests?"

   Dad looked down at his watch.  "What time is it now?"

   ***

   Okay, dad had been screwing with me, making me panic into thinking they
were due that afternoon or something.  Things were a little more flexible
than that, fortunately, and it was decided that Adelaide and her daughter
Jerica would arrive in two weeks.  While dad and I ran a tidy household,
two weeks would give us a chance to rearrange it so that it didn't feel
quite like such a man-cave.

   He showed me pictures of her on his phone and from email- she was a
pleasant-enough woman, actually rather pretty, although middle-age had
given her additional weight that was no doubt a permanent feature on the
chassis.  Hard to tell from pictures, but I think she was around five and a
half feet tall.  She had lots of light brown hair, tawny eyes and a
good-natured smile.

   Jerica, on the other hand, was a marked contrast- she was thin, or at
least slender, and obviously hardcore into the goth scene.  Her skin was
pale, she wore black or dark purple lipstick and eyeshadow, and her black
bobbed hair was shorter on one side and had purple highlights (or
undertones, whatever).  She wore contacts that made her eyes were a vivid
violet colour and she had numerous piercings in each ear and a snake-bite
lip ring.  More than a few tattoos were visible on her nearly alabaster
skin.

   And unlike her mother, she didn't seem to smile.  Not in a single
picture.

   "Wow, she looks like the life of the party." I muttered.

   "Hey, you never know, maybe she just needs time to warm up," dad
reasoned.  "She's a few months older than you, I believe, not quite
twenty-one.  And yeah, the whole goth thing throws me too, but how bad can
she actually be with Adelaide as her mother?"

   How bad indeed.  I guess we'd find out.

   ***

   Turns out that picking them up at the airport wasn't necessary, since
'Addy' had decided that taking a road trip across half the continent to
reach us would be fine.  Though I was mostly put off by her appearance, I
almost felt bad for Jerica, this girl I'd never met, since the thought of
an extended road trip with my father gave me phantom pains.  Maybe the two
of them had a dynamic that made such a thing possible.

   Dad and I were sitting on the verandah, waiting patiently, when he
received a text message, indicating they were just a few minutes away.  I
could tell dad was excited, but trying to play it cool.  He watched the
street intently, a smile on his lips.

   Sure enough, some five minutes later, Addy's titanic station wagon
pulled onto the street, with her behind the wheel and honking the horn, to
make sure we saw them.  She was waving enthusiastically as she pulled up in
front of the house, while dad stood and began walking down to the curb. 
There was a hoodie sprawled over something in the passenger seat, leading
me to assume that Jerica was taking a nap, if all that honking hadn't woken
her up.

   The boat masquerading as a car lurched to a halt and Addy got out of her
seat, hurried around the front of the car and almost leapt into dad's arms,
her eyes shining with delight and her voice cracking with joy.  Dad hugged
her close, his face buried in her neck.  I guess I wasn't really surprised
when they kissed one another, deeply.  I may not know this woman, but dad
was obviously sure he did.

   Their glandular display of joy at their reunion over (at least for now),
dad put her back down on the ground and waited while I walked over.  He had
barely introduced me before Addy just hugged me, tight.  I could already
tell it was a genuine hug, and she'd clearly made up her mind that she
liked me.  That would make things easier, I imagine.

   The hoodie finally stirred and Jerica appeared from beneath it, yawning
and smacking her lips while she tossed it aside.  Her short, black hair was
somewhat askew, but mere moments of looking into the rearview mirror
allowed her to put it back in place.  She clambered out of the vehicle and
walked over to join us.  She was wearing skinny black jeans, from which
hung small chains and various doo-dads and charms.  Big, chunky black boots
adorned her feet and she wore an old, white tank-top advertising the group
Bauhaus.

   Well, at least she wasn't a wannabe or poseur.

   "Jeri, darling, this is Rick and Sean," Addy declared as her daughter
sauntered up, her expression quite neutral.  "Gentlemen, my daughter,
Jerica."

   "Pleasure." Jerica said, her voice carrying all the enthusiasm of the
colour beige.

   "Let's get you ladies inside, and then we'll see to your bags," dad
said, his arm around Addy's shoulder and gesturing the way.  "Sean'll come
back out for them.  Addy, I found that beer you like and bought a two-four
of it..."

   Mom was clearly thrilled and excited.  Daughter?  Not so much...

   ***

   Addy was actually really nice and it didn't take me long to conclude
that I liked her and having her around wouldn't be so bad.  She clearly
made dad happy, dad made her happy, and she was quite the domestic,
offering to cook while they stayed.  She also assured my dad that she liked
the place the way it looked, and she had no particular intention of
radically changing things, should they decide that they wanted to be
together.  As long as we could accommodate some special things for her and
her darling Jeri, she would change nothing.

   "Sure, sounds good." Jerica sighed from across the table.

   We gave them the grand tour of the place, showing them dad's room and
then Jerica's room.  It had been dad's office, but he'd moved that down to
the basement to make room for Jerica.  It made more sense to actually have
it down there, we'd just never gotten around to doing it until the ladies
made it necessary.

   Dad and Addy made dinner for us all and we actually had a pretty good
time, the seemingly-unresponsive Jerica even cracking a light smile once or
twice.  I had a feeling she was secretly happy for her mom, even if she
couldn't be bothered to show it.  Hey, as long as she wasn't being a pain
in the ass about it, what did I care?

   It was twilight and dad and Addy decided to go for a walk.  They offered
to have us along, but we both declined.  They'd been gone about five
minutes when Jerica got out of her chair in the living room and nodded.

   "That's enough excitement for me," she said, dusting off her pants. 
"I'm gonna go and break in the new digs."

   "Okay, I'll take your bags up for you." I said, rising from my place on
the couch.  I followed her up the stairs and deposited the bags beside her
bed.

   "Thanks," she said, pulling out her phone.  "Hey, what's the wi-fi
password?"

   I frowned as I tried to remember it.  I guess I took a few seconds too
long, because she looked at me, unimpressed.

   "What, are you waiting for a blowjob before you give up your secret?"

   "I- no, I...  I'm trying to remember it for you." I stammered.

   "Keep on trying, then." she sighed, turning her back to me and pulling
her tank-top off over her head.  As I'd noticed earlier, she wasn't wearing
a bra.  Her breasts weren't large, although she wasn't flat, either.  I
cleared my throat and looked away as she turned sideways, allowing me a
decent view of her rather pointed tits.

   "Never seen a girl before?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.  "Just so you
know, I'm prone to walking around topless, so get used to it.  Enough
changes about to happen without me giving up my personal freedoms.  You'd
better go, before you nose-geyser all over my floor."

   I nodded and turned to leave.

   "Except I still need the wi-fi password." Jerica pointed out.  "Remember
it yet?"

   "Oh.  Y-yeah..."

   I took the small steno-pad off the dresser and wrote down the password
with a pencil before leaving and closing the door behind me.

   "Nice talk, Plato!" I heard her call as the door clicked shut.

   ***

   I was lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling, a small light
illuminating the otherwise dark room.  After leaving Jerica, I'd headed
back downstairs and was watching TV in the living room until dad and Addy
returned.  I told them where Jerica was and her mom remarked that Jerica
had no doubt retired for the evening, if she had the wi-fi password.

   I was having trouble bringing up the subject of Jerica stripping off her
top in front of me (albeit turned away from me), when Addy saved me the
awkwardness by addressing it seemingly out of the blue.

   "Just so you boys know," she began, sitting next to dad on the loveseat.
"Jerica can be somewhat of a free spirit where her attire is concerned. 
She's not much for wearing bras and she occasionally pads around in a
tank-top and panties and nothing else.  If she's in her room or dashing to
the bathroom, I can almost guarantee she'll be topless or even naked.  Just
giving you a heads-up, okay?"

   Addy clearly didn't see her daughter's cavalier attitude towards
clothing as a problem, so dad agreed that he wouldn't let it faze him.  I
followed suit and concurred, even if I wasn't sure that I meant it.  If a
girl my age was going to be prancing (or, more likely, lurking) around the
house in a state of mostly-undress, that would take some adjusting to. 
Hell, I'm only twenty, whereas dad's fifty and had just discovered the
woman he was sure was the love of his life.  No big sacrifice for him.

   After a while, I'd excused myself and gone to my own room, which is
where I found myself now, staring blankly at my ceiling.  Yeah, the whole
situation I found myself in was swirling through my mind, but I'd be lying
if I said my thoughts didn't keep coming back to Jerica and her tits, even
though I barely saw them.  This would take some getting used to.

   Don't get me wrong, I'm not a virgin- I'd been with a few girls, but I
had been prepared for those situations, I'd psyched myself up for them. 
This time, however, I was in the presence of a girl who seemed to think
nothing of taking off her top in front of me, like I was a cat or some
other domesticated animal she didn't need to consider.  Addy's proviso
didn't really help in that regard.  Expect it, obviously, but I'm not sure
I'd be getting used to it any time soon.

   Wasn't this girl going to be my step-sister if everything went according
to plan for my dad?

   ***

   We were all sitting around the breakfast table, Jerica having (perhaps
predictably) been the last one to join us.  She was wearing silky black
boxers and another band-themed tank-top.  She yawned roundly, while he
mother was a bundle of energy.  As if the noises emanating from my father's
room that first night hadn't been an indication, they coy looks and grins
he and Addy kept sharing made it blatantly obvious how their night had
gone.

   "While I'm not one to declare anything absolutely set in stone," dad
said as he sprinkled pepper on his eggs.  "Addy and I are pretty sure that
we want to get married.  Nothing big, just a little ceremony down at city
hall, with you two present, and maybe the Masons next door as witnesses."

   "Congrats, dad," I said, at least happy to have an answer about how
things were likely to play out, even if I still found it weird.  "So,
when's the big day?"

   "Addy still wants to find a job before we do anything official, but
there are plenty of good realtor positions open around the city, it's a
no-brainer that she'll get one.  Then we just need to calculate some
finances and move on from there.  My estimate?  Early next week, if that
works for you."

   I considered and nodded.  They both looked at Jerica, who shrugged and
yawned.

   "Hey, who am I to stand in the way of torrid romance and budding love?"
she asked.  "Do what y'gotta do."

   That was all the permission and consultation that dad and Addy needed,
apparently.  I mostly stayed out of the way while their whirlwind of
preparation began.  Dad managed to get some time off from his job and did
most of the leg-work, while Addy made sure she'd secured employment with
one of the more prestigious realty companies on our side of the city.  I
had to admit, I hadn't seen dad this excited or happy in a long time.  Not
that dad was the moping or sad type, but this was a whole new level and I
felt glad for him.

   To my relief, there seemed to be no Jekyll and Hyde aspect to Addy, who
remained as nice and genuine as she'd been that first afternoon.  What you
saw was what you got.  It was no wonder she was a natural at realty sales.

   The only dark spot was Jerica.  Not because she was being a bitch or
anything, because she mostly just stayed out of the way of all the
activity. The problem was strictly mine, and had to do with seeing her in
states of undress, which did happen over the course of the next few days.

   I wasn't horrified, no.  Her body was actually pretty nice to look at,
all things considered.  But I was trying to psyche myself up for her
becoming my legal sister, and the thoughts that were lurking at the back of
my mind were complicating things for me.  My thoughts could be decidedly...
un-brotherly.

   Case in point- there was a knock at my door the following day.  I open
it and my eyes widen as Jerica is standing there in a tight tank and little
thong panties.  The panties rode low enough to indicate that she was
completely shaven.  I felt like the swallowing sound I made could be heard
in Timmins.

   "So, I'm gonna blow my brains out if I don't find something to do,"
Jerica said plainly, not noticing my stare.  "Where's the closest
graveyard?"

   Another night, I was lying on my side, woken up by a sound.  My door
happened to be open, the hallway dimly lit by some wall-mounted
nightlights. Through my field of vision silently passes Jerica, buck naked
on her way to the bathroom.  Her tits might be slightly small and pointed,
but her ass was something a man would die for just a glimpse of.  My head
was huddled under my sheets and she left the bathroom door open.  I didn't
have a direct line of sight, but the mirror on the inside of the bathroom
door was now facing me and I watched her plunk down on the toilet to take
care of things.

   I was still watching wide-eyed from beneath my sheets when she stood and
flushed.  She then went to the full-length body mirror on the inside of the
door and looked at herself.  Her hands wandered up and down her lithe frame
for a few moments, before coming to rest on her breasts.  It was then that
I realized her nipples were pierced, each holding a tiny ring.

   I stared in fascination while she tugged at the nipple rings lightly,
biting her bottom lip.  Then, as one hand continued to molest her nipples,
another snaked down her body slowly between her legs to her pale, hairless
pussy.  She closed her eyes as she fingered herself, her ass swaying and
gyrating as she masturbated.  Barely a minute had gone by before she
shuddered and sighed audibly, but not loudly.  She leaned back against the
doorframe for a moment, pulling her fingers out of herself and popping them
in her mouth, sucking on them.  Without another word, she returned to her
room and shut the door, completely unaware that I had witnessed her
personal moments.

   My cock was raging hard as I pushed the covers aside and began to
masturbate furiously.

   ***

   Chores were divided up between Jerica and I and while she might have
given off an apathetic slacker vibe, she was apparently fairly diligent
about getting her shit done.  We would take turns with things like laundry
and the dishes, while the heavier chores such as cleaning the pool were my
domain and she got dusting and composting duty.

   In that time, I'd witnessed Jerica in states of undress twice more,
although never quite as fully as that night in the bathroom.  There was
also one night where she caught me pretty much fully naked, as I was
leaving the bathroom after a shower.  I had a towel loosely tucked around
my waist and as I walked across the hall to my room, I dropped my phone. 
Upon picking it up, the towel fell off me as I rose, and Jerica
picked that moment to come out of her room.  She stared at me impassively
for some seconds, seemingly unbothered by the sight of my naked body, while
I no doubt had the look of a deer in headlights.  She just clucked her
tongue and wandered off down the stairs, as if nothing had happened.

   Hey, she hadn't screamed or pointed and laughed.  I guess that was
something.  I resolved to not be so uptight in the future.

   ***

   The big day finally arrived and we all trooped down to city hall to
watch my dad and Addy's connubial fusion.  As planned, the Masons next door
acted as witnesses and then we all went out for dinner.  While my dad and
Addy did indeed have a honeymoon planned, they weren't going on it
immediately, instead waiting for a at least a few weeks and then jetting
off to some place tropical.  My dad had the vacation time and it had become
a stipulation of Addy's employment.

   Dinner after the wedding was fun, with even the great stoneface Jerica
cracking a smile or two.  I had to admit, she was very pretty when she
smiled, although in a creepy goth way.  But once you got the makeup off her
and saw past the affectation, she was indeed attractive.  I guess she was
happy for her mom, if for no other reason that it let her live her life
free of most interference.

   The following morning, I went downstairs, trying to shake the fog of
sleep from my brain.  I set a pot of coffee, noting that my dad and Addy
were nowhere to be found yet, meaning they were no doubt still asleep after
a long night of 'celebrating' with one another.  I was yawning and
scratching the back of my head as I wandered into the living room...

   Jerica was sitting in a chair, wearing thong panties and a cropped
tank-top while she played on her Vita.  She waved to me absently.  "Hey,
Plato..."

   I tried to keep my eyes from popping out of my head and not stare,
enraptured as I was by her long, shapely legs and tight stomach.  If her
tits had been bigger, she would have been absolutely stunning and made
every other woman around her look like kibble.  Even so, her dark sexiness
was growing on me.

   "Sit and take a load off," she mentioned, not looking away from her
game. "It'll do a better job of concealing that hard-on in any event."

   I flushed in embarrassment and sat quickly on the couch, my hands in my
lap.  I said nothing, being rather unsure of what there was to say at this
point.  To be honest, I couldn't even really blame the erection on morning
wood, since I hadn't been sporting said boner when I came downstairs.  It
only started happening (and quickly) when I espied my nearly naked
step-sister.

   "This sure is awkward for you," she said casually, her thumbs flying
over the buttons.  "Damned if I know why, though."

   The chiding, if you could call it that, stung me into a response.  I
shook my head and finally spoke.  "Y'gotta admit, it's a little weird,
isn't it?"

   "What is?"

   "I...  well, me, seeing you like...  that."

   She cocked an eyebrow and looked at me.  "Our parents just got married
after meeting on vacation and knowing each other for essentially two
months, and seeing a nearly naked chick is what strikes you as weird in all
this?"

   I said nothing.

   "I'd ask if you were gay, but your dick tells me you're not.  So, back
to my original point- I've got no idea why you're making this so difficult
on yourself."

   "Because it's been my dad and I for years, and now there's a step-mom
and a step-sister who struts around mostly naked on a regular basis, there
might be some adjustment time necessary." I replied somewhat defiantly.  I
was determined to make sense here.

   "Most guys'd be thrilled to have a chick walking around mostly naked,"
she pointed out.  "And I really hope you don't take forever to adjust,
because this awkward thing isn't working for me.  I just moved across the
damn country because my mom fell in love, I don't need this to boot."

   "Sorry, Lady Godiva." I snorted.

   She paused her game and sighed.  "Seriously, dude.  You're nice enough,
but get the stick out of your ass, I've done enough compromising."

   She stood up and walked toward me.  I tried not to stare at the black
thong she was wearing, which barely covered her pussy.  The tank-top was
very abbreviated, cut off so that the bottom of it barely covered her
breasts, the bottom swell of which could be seen.  She came to a stop in
front of me and stood there, one hand on her hip while she looked down at
me.

   "Can't believe I have to do this with a full-grown, straight man," she
sighed.  "But here..."

   And with that, she pulled her tank-top over her head, exposing her
breasts.  My eyes went wide again and there was a completely involuntary
and unstoppable stirring in my pants.  I could feel my cock begin to throb
at the sigh of her body.  She wasn't covered in tattoos, but she had more
than just a few, strategically placed around her lithe form.  I could
clearly see the little rings that pierced her nipples now.  She didn't seem
the least bit self-conscious about her near nudity in my presence.

   "Here you go," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.  "Jerica's tits, in
all their B-cup glory."

   If I wanted to look away, she clearly had no intention of letting me. 
She had her fingers on my chin and was making sure I stared.  She clearly
wanted this awkwardness out of my system, and the sooner, the better.

   So I gaped at my new step-sister's breasts, pale and somewhat pointy,
but still soft and rather delicious-looking.  Not only was my cock
throbbing in my pants, I could feel myself salivating at the sight of them.
This was definitely driving me into the realm of inappropriate thoughts for
which there was no defence.

   "See?" she said, leaning forward.  "World didn't come to an end now, did
it?  I have no intention of covering up because you're feeling neurotic and
repressed, so you need to get bored of them, okay?"

   Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that wasn't happening any time
soon, but maybe I'd learn to not be so obvious?

   "They're just tits," she said.  "Plain ol' tits, and I should be able to
walk around with them out and not cause you to have a brain aneurism."

   I seized up and shuddered as she reached between my legs and took hold
of my cock through my pajama bottom, giving it a squeeze.  "Pretty soon,
this won't make an appearance at every little sign of my flesh.  Not that
you need to be a eunuch, Plato, but I can't stand the awkward thing."

   She stood up and nodded.  "I think that was a good start.  If you see me
walking around with my tits out, go ahead and stare to get it out of your
system, I really don't mind, okay?  It's a lot less annoying than seeing
you turn red, forget how to speak and run to your room to slam your door."

   She went back to her seat and began playing her video game again.  I
slumped back into the couch, staring ahead dully and waiting for my
erection to subside.  I noticed she had not replaced her shirt, clearly
meaning for me to be able to see her tits if necessary to calm the fuck
down.  She failed to understand, apparently, that her shapely legs and
tight ass, encased within that tiny black thong, were equally a turn-on for
me, at least as much as her knockers were.  If she caught me staring, she
clearly didn't care.

   Once my erection had calmed down, leaving me merely swollen, I got up
and went to the kitchen to retrieve my coffee.  I heard conversation
upstairs and went back into the living room.  "The 'rents are up, just so
you know."

   "Sweet, thanks for the heads-up." Jerica said as she reached down beside
her chair and pulled out some pajama pants that she slipped into.  She then
put her tank top back on and resumed playing her game.  Dad and Addy were
down a short time later, giving us a quick hello before saying they were
heading out for a morning run.  I couldn't help but notice Jerica's
skeptical look at this announcement.

   "Since when do you run in the mornings?" she asked.  I looked at dad and
inquired along the same lines.  He sure as hell never did that until now.

   "What, two people can't improve their health to make sure they enjoy one
another's company for as long as possible?" Addy retorted.  Jerica
apparently had no answer to that, shrugged and went back to her game.  I,
meanwhile went upstairs to take a shower.  I had a feeling I'd be relieving
some tension.

   As the hot water inundated me, I was picturing Jerica, both as she had
been this morning, wearing only a thong and her tits right in front of me,
and as I had seen her the other night, secretly fingering herself in front
of the mirror.  My forehead was pressed against the wall and my eyes were
closed as I stroked myself back to hardness.

   I could picture her looking in the mirror, leaning back against the
doorframe, her ass cheeks flexing as she fingered herself, her other hand
caressing her breasts.  I thought of her shaved pussy, glistening with
wetness as she pleasured herself.  I could see her slender fingers playing
with her clit or dipping in and out from between her wet folds.

   She arched her back, her ass cheeks clenching hard for several moments
as she came and this sent me over the edge.  I pressed the pulsing head of
my cock against the wet tiles of the shower wall, stroking rapidly and
sighing as loudly as I dared before I spurted, slathering the tiles with my
pearly cum.  I hope my grunt and my groan wasn't too loud- I knew my dad
was pretty deaf to things, but I had no idea about Addy or Jerica.  With
any luck, Addy and dad were still out for a run and Jerica was lost in her
game.

   I was resting with my forehead against the wall when I sensed a change
in the bathroom.  No noise, but the steam of my shower swirled around me
oddly.  And then the voice.

   "Just keep jerkin' it in there for a few," I heard Jerica say, her
padding footfalls now audible.  "I need to take a slash."

   "What about the bathroom downstairs?" I protested.

   "Uh-uh," I heard her reply as the toilet seat went up and I heard her
sit down.  "Mom blew that one up just before she left.  No way in Hell I'm
using it for the next half hour, whether the fan is on or not.  All you're
doing is taking a shower."

   I kept my head against the wall, my hand still on my throbbing cock.  I
heard her start to pee, the sound echoing around the bathroom, even over my
shower running.  Thankfully the shower curtain was completely opaque, so
neither of us could see the other as more than a vague shape.

   "Sorry if you've got a piss fetish," she said plainly.  "Can't be
helped."

   I didn't, but the thought of what she was doing right now, mere feet
away, gave my cock tingles.  I stroked myself slowly, shivering as my cum
continued to slowly ooze out.  I tried to breathe silently, not letting her
know that I actually had been jerking off in here while thinking of her,
no matter what she thought she knew or had guessed.

   Then there was an unlady-like sound, followed by a pause.

   "Sorry," she muttered.  "No need to worry, though.  Not like we had
burritos last night or anything."

   "This is a weird conversation to be having with a new step-sister." I
replied, hoping my voice helped to mask what I was doing.

   "Trust me, you haven't even begun to have weird conversations with me,
Plato," she said dismissively.  "When we're discussing necrophilia in a
graveyard at midnight, you will just be getting an inkling of the weird
shit you never want to talk about."

   "Fair enough," I muttered.  "I don't really have anything to compete
with that."

   "Don't worry, I'm sure you know all sorts of things I'm not the least
bit interested in talking about." I heard her say before she began rustling
around.  "I'm done, I'll do you the favour of not flushing, so that the
water doesn't go cold or hot on you."

   And then she was gone, the steam swirling around weirdly upon her exit.
I finished my little operation and then cleaned myself up.  Heading to my
bedroom with a towel around my waist, I heard music coming from Jerica's
room.  The arrhythmic sound of feet on the carpeted floor indicated she was
dancing.  I didn't dare go look, because she'd see me, but as I returned to
my room, I found myself thinking about her pale body, probably wearing only
a thong, twirling around the floor.

   And even though I'd just cum, I found my cock swelling again.  I got up
and closed the door.

   ***

   I guess I somewhat got used to Jerica walking around in various states
of undress, usually in the early morning or walking past her room, because
she had a habit of leaving her door open.  Mostly it was tank-tops and
underwear, but occasionally her breasts were on display.  I began to wonder
if she was, in fact, a nudist or even an exhibitionist, but then I noticed
that she was almost consistently covered up when my dad or even her mom
were around.  Sure, sometimes the underwear and panties in the morning when
she came down to get coffee, but she never hung around.  Her near-nudity
seemed to be reserved for when they were indisposed or not present.

   I was walking through the upstairs hallway one morning, on my way back
from the bathroom, wearing only my boxers, when she stopped me.  She was
wearing nothing but a tiny black thong again.  She was standing in front of
me quite plainly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.  Her
tits were inches from my chest.

   "Hey, sorry to stop you, but I need to find out where a certain club
is," she began.  "Right up my alley, apparently, hoping to connect with a
few people that share my stream of consciousness.  Goth-vampire, shit,
y'know?"

   "I'll help if I can, but wouldn't Google be a better reference?" I
asked.

   "Google is not really aware of this place, it's kind of underground,
literally.  Doesn't even have a website.  I've got some vague coordinates.
Where's the Mount Pleasant Cemetery?"

   "Actually not too far from here," I said.  "Big place, you're looking at
maybe a twenty-minute walk to its southernmost end."

   I took her into my room and sat down at my desktop, pulling up a map of
our area.  She stood behind me, but I was acutely aware of her proximity,
almost feeling the warmth of her body.  Hopefully she didn't see the
involuntary stir in my boxers.

   "Here it is," I said, pointing to the screen.  "Now, you-"

   I paused, because she leaned over, her breasts pressing into my
shoulders as she looked at the screen.  She noticed my pause and pulled
back for a moment.  "Sorry..." she said, brushing off my shoulder for some
reason and then resuming leaning into it.  I tried to ignore the sensation
of her soft flesh and her nipple pressing against me, focusing on the map.

   "Any idea where in the cemetery you're supposed to be?" I asked.

   She thought about, shifting slightly.  "Something about a wall?  A
raised wall at the end of a street."

   I tried to picture what she was talking about.  Mount Pleasant cemetery
was not flat, rising away from the streets that bordered it to a large
hill, atop which sat the servicing church and most of the cemetery proper.
A wall...

   "There are a few streets that run up to it and end there.  Sometimes the
hill looms over the end of the street."

   "Okay, they wouldn't say what the name of the street was, just that it
was on the east side." Jerica mentioned.

   I chuckled.  "So what you're saying is that you're gonna visit an
illegal goth-vampire club built into the side of one of the city's
biggest cemeteries.  And all we have to do is find the entrance.  I guess
I'll come along to help you locate it, it'll be like finding the door to a
Dwarven city."

   "Wow, nerd alert," she muttered.  "Still, having you come along is
probably a good idea, at least until we find it.  You're not gonna want to
come in, forget that they wouldn't let you."

   I was going to get up when she used her hands to keep me in my chair,
although she didn't have to press hard.  "Here, as thanks for the help..."

   She then squirmed her tits over my shoulders and the back of my neck for
several seconds while she reached down my torso and drew her long,
black-painted fingernails up my chest.  I shivered and my cock became
visibly erect immediately.  I stared at the screen, wide-eyed until she
finished before she stood up and stepped back.

   "Hey, y'get to see me in my full kit when we leave tonight," she
mentioned.  "You can tell me what you think.  Thanks again, Sean."

   I was still staring at the screen when she closed the door.  I couldn't
recall her ever calling me Sean before.

   ***

   "So, this is the getup," she said, standing in front of me.  "Whaddya
think?"

   She looked great, in a dark goth way.  She was wearing abbreviated jean
shorts, black in colour, with shredded black nylons on her legs.  Black Doc
Martens.  Her now-habitual tank top advertised The Sisters of Mercy, over
which she wore a black leather jacket with tiny spikes on the shoulders and
an faded Union Jack on the back.  Lipstick, black, but somehow with a blood
red undertone.  Eyelashes, black, as was her mascara.  Crosses and
pentagrams hung from her ears.  Her hair was worn forward enough to almost
cover one eye.

   "I didn't figure you for a monarchist." I replied, smirking.

   "Oh, fuck off," she sighed, rolling her eyes.  "Does it work or not?"

   "You look really goth," I replied.  "And really good."

   "There, was that so hard?" she said, slinging a small backpack over her
shoulder.  It occurred to me that purses were probably not her thing.  "I
think I've got everything."

   "I'll take your word for it, since I have no idea what you'd need to
visit an illegal goth club."

   "Just my wallet, some booze and a few condoms." Jerica replied,
shrugging.

   "A few?  You're feeling ambitious." I mused.

   "Why take a cock in the twat when you can take another in the ass at the
same time?" she remarked casually.  "I know what I like.  C'mon, let's go."

   Addy had expressed no particular concern about her daughter leaving, and
I told dad I was just helping her orient herself to the downtown before she
went clubbing, which was perfectly true.  Then we were off, looking for the
mysterious entrance to her illegal club.

   I kept trying to picture streets that terminated below the hill of the
cemetery, so we walked along the east side of Mount Pleasant, gazing down
the streets.  Three small streets were residential and ended with a solid
wall of brick or concrete with the cemetery overhead.  They were decorated
with flowers and plaques and lavabos, but there was clearly no entrance.

   Then another street, one that was not residential but little more than a
widening in the road.  It was a municipal works street, although more of an
alleyway than anything.  There had once been a tall steel gate, but it was
gone, only the posts on either side remaining.  Jerica seemed excited and
hurried down the narrow way, past old, low brick offices that had grated
windows.  It smelled old and musty and was dark because of the lack of
lights.

   Predictably, the street ended and the hill that was the cemetery rose a
good thirty feet over us.  A wrought-iron fence cold be seen bordering the
cemetery property overhead, keeping careless people from accidentally
walking off the edge.  Old, rotting brickwork formed the face of the wall,
and from this close, one could barely make out a slender wooden door that
was fixed into the wall.  There was a faded pentagram in the middle of the
old wood.

   "Gee, I wonder if this is the place..." I mused, trying to keep the
snark out of my voice.  She shot me a look and rapped quietly on the door.
Seconds passed and a slot opened, two watery eyes peering out and narrowing
when they saw us.

   "I'm new," Jerica said quietly.  "Password is 'asenath'.

   The eyes squinted, but then darted over at me, staring.

   "Don't mind him," Jerica said.  "He just helped me get here and he
couldn't care less.  He's leaving."

   The head attached to the eyes nodded.  There was a rustling and then the
door juddered.  Rather than swinging open, it came out of its fixings
completely and was put aside.  Dust accompanied the displacement.  A man
whose age I couldn't begin to determine, dressed all in black, looked at us
for a moment.  Blackness was all I could see past the door.

   "Don't wait up, Plato." Jerica said, stepping inside without looking
back at me.  "And don't worry, I can find my back from here."

   "Okay, but you've got my number if you need anything." I said, but she
was already gone.  The venerable guardian of the door fixed it back into
place, and in the nearly non-existent light, it almost disappeared into the
wall.  I stood there for another moment and then turned and left, before
they sicced the hellhounds or vampire bats on me.

   Back home, I was once again lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling and
lost in thought.  I found myself wondering what the hell a goth-vampire bar
built into and under a cemetery could possibly look like.  How long had it
been there?  What did one do in such a place?

   It occurred to me that I never would have cared if it hadn't been for
Jerica.  She'd taken condoms with her, so I don't know if she'd gone with
the express intention of getting laid, or if it was simply as casual
precaution.  I admit I wouldn't have blinked if she told me she was into
completely casual sex.

   And how did a goth get themselves invited to a place like that anyway?
How was it kept a secret?  So many questions I had no business pondering. I
began imagining it, picturing the Ragged Flagon from Skyrim, only giving it
an even grimmer and creepier feeling.  I had no real basis for these
ruminations, but clearly someone had taken the time to create the place.

   Apparently I'd drifted off, because I awoke to the feeling of someone
sitting on my bed.  I opened one eye, noticing that it was almost dawn
outside my window.  Jerica was indeed sitting on my bed, looking down at
me. Thankfully, I had my cover partially thrown over me, since I tend to
sleep naked.  She was still wearing her outfit from the night before, minus
the spikey jacket.

   "Just wanted to say thanks for getting me there last night," she said
quietly, nodding to me.  Still not quite awake, I merely nodded.  "And
don't worry," she continued.  "You're not the first mundane to see the door
up-close.  No one's going to kill you in the night or anything."

   "Well, there's one of my life's fears put to rest," I muttered,
stretching.  "Murdered by a tribe of skinny goths."

   My response made her smirk.  "All the same, thanks."

   She then looked down my body at something and took hold of my erection
through the sheets it was tenting.  My eyes flared open as she wiggled it
back and forth.

   "Y'might wanna take care of that before making an appearance for
breakfast..." she quipped before standing up and swishing out of the room,
failing to close the door.

   My head sank farther back into my pillow and I groaned into my hands.

   "The fuck..." I whispered to myself.

   ***

   As the weeks moved on, summer progressed and Jerica got to know people
within her subculture and spent more time out with them.  She wasn't
snubbing us, per se, because it made perfect sense for her to find a
community within her new home.  When she was around, things were the same
as ever.  She said little, wore little and didn't think anything of me
seeing her tits or underwear.

   One thing that had changed, though, and I only noticed it when dad
brought it up, was that I was going out less.  I was dating less or just
hanging out with friends less than I used to.  I frowned at his mentioning
it and realized he was right.  Why had I stopped?  If I was dating a girl,
I stood a decent chance of getting casually laid, so there was no
frustration there.  My friends hadn't started boring me.  What was the
deal?

   Was it because Jerica was around now?  Why the hell would that make a
difference?

   It was the middle of July and we were sitting in the living room one
day, with her playing on her Vita while I was button-mashing on the
Playstation.  I was wearing track shorts and a t-shirt, while she was,
predictably, in her underwear and tank-top.  I'd steal a glance now and
then, but I guess I was getting used to seeing her like this.  She clearly
wasn't about to stop, so I didn't need to stare as if I'd never see her
body again.

   "I don't think you've ever asked me about that club under the cemetery,"
she said somewhat randomly.  "What's up with that?"

   I paused my game and looked at her.  "I didn't know I was supposed to. I
figured if you had something to tell me, you'd do it."

   "You mean you're not the least bit curious?"

   "As a mundane?" I almost laughed.  Her eyes narrowed somewhat, so I
changed tack.  "Look, I'm not kidding, I figured if there was something you
needed to tell me, you would have done so.  I assumed it was a very private
thing, based on all the trouble they've gone to, hiding a club underneath a
freaking cemetery.  It seems to be structurally sound, since there's no
reports of it collapsing and killing a bunch of goths.  And why shouldn't I
trust you to know what you're doing?"

   "I just thought if we're going to be steps, you'd show a little more
interest." Jerica pointed out.

   "Maybe you've got something there, but you're mostly so quiet that I
assumed I'd be stepping on your toes or intruding if I did.  It wasn't
intentional disinterest, I promise.  And let's face it, you never really
inquire about my life."

   "Yeah, but that would be boring, Plato," she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Unless you've got a secret life as a superhero or government agent, your
routine is pretty cut-and-dry.  "You're taking the summer off from work,
you like video games, your dad doesn't care if you go to college.  Y'don't
date or go out much, I'm assuming because it mostly bores you.  You could
get laid if you want to, because there's nothing wrong with your dick."

   "Thanks." I said dryly.  "My life is so exciting that my best point is a
perfectly functional dick."

   "Hey, we call you mundanes for a reason," Jerica answered.  "We at least
try to make this dull little existence worthwhile and exciting."

   "So it's not all sitting in corners, writing dark poetry and whining
about how no one understands you?" I shot back.

   "Do you have a remotely interesting club to go to?" she asked
pointedly, ignoring my jibe.  "Anywhere at all.  Any place that doesn't
have TV's playing sports overhead and playing shitty mainstream music on a
loop.  You don't even go to the perfectly functional Irish pub down the
street from us."

   "I don't get you." I said, looking at her as if for the first time.

   "What?"

   "I said, I don't get you." I iterated.  "Just about every vibe you give
off announces that you brood more than Batman and want to be left to your
own devices, no questions asked, and when I try to give you space and
respect it, you accuse me of not being interested in you."

   Jerica said nothing but waited for me to continue, her eyes narrowing a
little.

   "I've had a billion questions since my dad told me he was getting
married again," I said.  "And where your mom is concerned, I've mostly got
them.  It's not that I don't have questions about you, Jerica, it's about
the fact that I got the distinct impression that I had no business asking
and tried to respect that vibe.  Am I wrong?"

   "Maybe your instincts were right and you have no damn business asking,"
she sneered as she stood up and almost stomped out of the room, her eyes
flashing.  "Seeing my tits and ass seems to have been the limit of your
interest anyway."

   I stared blankly at the TV screen, trying to keep my eyes from crossing
in confusion.  Upstairs, I heard her door shut and then music playing. 
What the fucking fuck had just happened?  Why was I in trouble with my goth
step-sister?  I came to the conclusion that I was in no danger of figuring
this out, so I simply went back to my game.

   An hour passed and Jerica appeared again.  To my surprise, she was
wearing pajama pants.  She stood nearby the couch I was sitting on and
looked down at me.

   "Hey, can we try that again?" she asked, her voice strangely soft. 
"Sorry I stomped off like that.  Guess I didn't really help the whole goth
'nobody understands me' stereotype, did I?"

   I paused the game and looked up at her, nodding.  "Sure, Jerica.  And I
apologize in advance for seeming thick."

   "You're a guy, I'm totally used to that," she replied, sitting down on
the couch, her legs tucked under her as she faced me.  "I guess...  well,
my mom's pretty liberal about letting me do what I want, as you no doubt've
noticed."

   "Yup."

   "But even so, there's things I'd never tell her," Jerica continued. 
"But here we are now, in this great big city, and I'm getting into a goth
scene that's unlike anything I'm used to, and I...  I guess I want or need
someone to share it with, and it sure can't be mom or your dad."

   "And since I'm your step-brother, I'm a safe bet." I posited.

   "I guess, yeah," she agreed.  "You're not gonna tell them, at least, I
don't think you would.  And I refuse to believe that there's no curiosity
on your part about that club or my lifestyle."

   I shrugged.  "Any curiosity was overborne by my politeness in not
intruding into your life.  I'm not kidding, I thought I was doing you a
courtesy."

   "Would you like to see some of the pics and stuff from the club?" she
asked.  "I've been a few times now."

   "Sure."

   She nodded and got off the couch, going over to her habitual chair and
pulling a thin laptop up from beside it.  She then sat down with me, opened
it and made her way to a discrete folder.  Inside were several sub-folders
and she opened one.

   "This is the inside of the club," she explained, calling up pictures. 
"Apparently there's been a network of hallways and rooms under the cemetery
for well over a hundred years now.  No one really knows what it was
originally, although popular opinion was that some cult built the network."

   The hallways were more like tunnels, narrow and dark, with very aged
brickwork.  No kidding, they were lit by medieval-style torches.  The
brickwork looked old, but that's probably how the goths liked it, so there
was no point in asking if they were fixing it.

   Beyond the hallways was a series of rooms, once again faced with aging
brick or stone, with archways to enter and exit.  There were baroque
couches and chairs, mostly red and black, along with small bars that people
served drinks at.  The flickering torches gave everything an eerie warmth.
There was maybe a half dozen people in the room, all of them dressed
similarly to Jerica that first night.

   Hallways led further back and the rooms became more esoteric, not simply
for sitting and drinking.  One room raised my eyebrow, since it was clearly
meant to be an S&M dungeon.  The wall was lined with crosses and hand cuffs
and suspension devices.

   "You sure you want to keep looking?" Jerica asked, trying to read my
face.

   "Anyone getting drained of their blood or eaten on the spot?"

   "Well, no."

   "Keep going, then."

   She opened another folder, this one dedicated to video clips.  The first
clip she opened showed a girl who was completely naked and suspended in a
sort of swing in the dungeon.  She was even paler than Jerica and her head
was completely hairless, like the rest of her body.  Black makeup across
her eyes and the bridge of her nose were the only colour on her otherwise
alabaster complexion.  She was hanging, facing downward and moaning, her
hands and feet cuffed behind and above her.  I couldn't imagine that being
anything short of agonizing, but I resolved not to judge.

   I watched as the girl whimpered while a slender guy in leather pants and
another girl walked around her, grazing their long fingernails against her
skin and occasionally smacking her, on the ass or across her tits, which
were soon red from the abuse.  The second girl knelt beneath the suspended
one and swirled her tongue around a nipple before biting it, causing the
victim to gasp and almost cry out.  When she pulled back her mouth, the
teeth ringlet around the nipple was nearly black and started to ooze red.

   "Wow..." I said under my breath.

   "Keep going?" Jerica asked.

   I nodded and she continued to another clip.  This one was inside the
cemetery, quite possibly in the oldest part of the necropolis, dating back
to the 1800's.  It was dark out, except for the moon shining through the
trees.  There were maybe a dozen people standing around, all in black, but
their attention was focused on activity in the center of the ring they
formed.  A pale girl was naked and bent over a low gravestone while a
slender guy was standing behind her, hands on her hips and pushing his cock
in and out of her pussy.  She was gasping but trying to keep from crying
out, as attention was the last thing they needed.

   "This is really hot..." Jerica was saying as she recorded.

   Jerica gave me a sidelong look, trying to gauge my reaction, but I was
watching intently.  She let the video continue until the boy grunted and
pulled out of the girl, while she spun around and knelt, pumping and
kissing his cock until he came on her face and her breasts, still massaging
her pussy with her free hand.

   My eyes widened at the next video, which showed a goth boy lying on his
back on an old, grey sarcophagus, with a girl on top of him, his cock deep
inside her.  Another guy was on top of her, fucking her ass at the same
time.  The guy on the bottom had a hand clamped over the girl's mouth to
keep her from screaming.  After some minutes, all three contorted and
groaned, the guys having obviously cum inside her.

   The last video Jerica played was the one that threw me- it showed a
pale, skinny boy, looking at the camera, his arms reaching forward to
either side and pumping his hips back and forth, like he was fucking the
operator of the cellphone camera.  His black hair was sticking out in all
directions, not unlike Edward Scissorhands.  He was panting as he fucked.

   "Yeah, right there...  mmmmm, fuck..." said the person holding the
camera.

   It was Jerica's voice.

   The camera panned down slightly, showing where the guy's cock was
sliding in and out of a wet, shaven smooth pussy.  I could now recognize
some of the tattoos, because they were on Jerica's stomach and midriff as
she sat next to me.  The stiff shaft of the goth guy's prick glistened as
he began moving faster and faster.  I was pretty sure that Jerica was
fucking on top of the same flat-lidded sarcophagus from the earlier video
with the three-way.

   "Nnnnnnnn, cumming!" breathed Jerica in the video clip.

   The goth boy groaned and pumped jerkily as he came, gripping her ankles
tight.  There was much panting and sighing for several moments until the
boy pulled out and moved around to the side.  There was some rustling and
then his dick was right up in the picture, wet and covered in his cum. 
Jerica's black lips appeared and she took him into her mouth, sucking him
clean and humming in pleasure.

   The clip ended and I sat back in the couch, feeling blank as I stared
straight ahead.  Jerica looked at me.  "Had enough or want more?  I've got
a nice clip of me making out with a hot red-haired chick inside a-"

   "I think I might want a minute or two," I interrupted, still staring
ahead.  "You seriously fucked that guy on someone's tomb and he busted in
you?"

   "No, that's why I took the condoms, silly," Jerica replied.  "I guess
you couldn't really see it in that clip, but he was wearing it and took it
off so I could suck his dick.  I didn't shoot the clip to be an
advertisement for safe sex, I wanted to record us fucking in that amazing
cemetery."

   "Yeah, that place is just full of surprises." I sighed.

   Jerica almost giggled.  "The oldest mausoleums sometimes have tunnels
that lead back to our little club," she said.  "Over the years, a few
people have apparently been engineers and masons, so they've kept the
tunnels in good shape for use.  I'd take you and show you, but..."

   "I'm a mundane." I said, finishing her sentence.

   "Yeah," she agreed, a wisp of regret in her tone.  "Rules are rules, and
they're there for a reason.  Can't have the normies coming in and getting
all offended and uppity and getting it shut down.  It's been a club or
hideaway of some description for well over a century."

   She sat back and thought.  "But, no one says we have to see the club.  I
can just take you to some of the locations up top, like that one in the
clips.  The tunnels lead to six different areas, most of them really old
and in the center of the cemetery."

   I turned to look at her and she realized what I was going to say.

   "During the daytime.  I promise," she assured me.  "Well, sunset, maybe.
How about it?"

   I pinched my eyes.  "And to think getting to know me would probably
involve sitting here and playing a few games or listening to The Killers."

   "Yeah, you're the king of esoteric, Plato," she said, closing her laptop
and standing up.  "Watching that stuff made me horny, so I'm gonna go
upstairs and shlick one out.  I'll see you in a bit."

   She then leaned down and kissed me on the cheek quickly before trotting
off upstairs.  I stared mindlessly at the wall for several minutes before I
reached down into my boxers and pulled my cock out.

   Good thing there was a box of tissues on the side table to my left.

   ***

   Jerica had seemingly conned me into going to the cemetery, so now we
stood in one of the oldest parts of it, surrounded by gravestones, some
green with moss, others nearly two centuries old and crumbling.  The sun
was westering and we were decidedly alone.  It was actually rather
peaceful, if you remembered you weren't standing on dead people.

   "I like it here at this hour," my step-sister said, gesturing around. 
"Peaceful and quiet, just a few birds...  you can barely hear the traffic.
And look how green the grass is."

   "Plenty of nutrients, I imagine." I remarked, earning me a look from
her. She pointed at one small mausoleum, which apparently belonged to a
family named Eddings.  It was relatively tall and slim, sporting columns on
either side of the entrance.  Said entrance had an iron gate, but it could
clearly be pulled aside.

   "This is one of the entrances down to the tunnels," she said.  "Someone
told me this entrance is probably about a hundred years old.  Talk about
freaky."

   She was still wearing her typical goth attire, leather jacket included,
but in this light, she seemed less austere than usual.  As she gazed
around, I could almost sense wonderment in her eyes and she looked... 
pretty.  Then she turned to look at me and smile wickedly.

   "You any good as a lookout?" she asked.

   "Uhhh, why?" I queried somewhat suspiciously.

   "No one's around, either up here or downstairs.  This is a perfect
opportunity for me to sit on the sepulchre inside here and rub one out. 
I've been wanting to do it, but haven't been able to.  With you here, I
can."

   "So you want me to look out for mourners so you can jill off inside that
mausoleum?" I asked in order to clarify.

   Jerica's response was to shrug.  "I'm not debating ethics with you,
Plato.  Can you, or can you not, act as my watch?"

   I didn't say anything initially, causing her to roll her eyes. 
"Fine, will you?"

   "I assume this won't be a lengthy process?" I inquired.  Jerica shook
her head.  "Give me maybe ten minutes.  Please, I've really wanted to do
this, but it's always been dark and if I want to get myself off, there's
some guy standing there waiting to fuck me.  I just want to play with
myself on the big stone slab.  So help?"

   I sighed in defeat.  "Where do I stand to keep the best lookout?"

   She considered.  "You can stand right by the door, I guess.  If you're
too far away, I won't hear you if you say anything."

   "Well, yes," I agreed, faltering a little.  "But won't you be, like,
right there?"

   She shook her head.  "Did you watch a video with me earlier this week of
me getting fucked?"

   "Yes."

   "Did I care then?"

   "Clearly not."

   "So why would I care now?  Just because it's live?  You're not gonna
jump on me and rape me, so who cares if you see me?  Enjoy the show, as
long as you keep an eye out as well."

   I could tell she wasn't kidding, so I assumed my sentry position at the
doorway, keeping myself partly concealed while still having an excellent
view of the path that wound up the hill toward us.  There were lots of
trees around to obscure the view of us, but otherwise, my line of sight was
uninterrupted for almost a hundred yards.

   Jerica, meanwhile, had hopped up onto the giant slab of the sepulchre
inside the small mausoleum and was hiking her shorts off.  She kicked them
aside and then stripped out of her thong panties.  She was now wearing her
boots, tank top and jacket.  She rested her ass on the worn stone.

   "Woo, chilly..." she breathed, shivering deliciously.  I glanced and she
was reaching down, two of her fingers now stroking her smooth, pale
pussylips.  She obviously didn't mind me being there, so I looked on,
occasionally glancing down the path.

   "I wouldn't worry too much," she said, her middle fingers playing with
her clit.  "The cemetery closes in a couple of minutes, I just think it
never hurts to take precautions, y'know?"

   "Not under these circumstances." I muttered, feeling my cock stir in my
pants.  I looked away and down the path, hoping the bulge would go away. 
Not very damn likely, though, with a hot goth chick masturbating some seven
feet away.

   Jerica laid back now, spread out on the stone slab, her fingers
massagers her pussy eagerly while she bit at the knuckle of her free hand.
I could hear her breathing and gasping, whispering to herself.  She was
really getting into this and was not the least bit ashamed.  I felt my face
grow warm as her finger dipped inside her wet, pink slit, coming back out
glistening.  She moaned lightly, lost in her self-pleasuring.  I also
couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard as rocks and poking up
under her shirt.  Her free hand now kneaded the swell of her breasts or
pinched those tight nipples.

   "Gnnnnn, yes..." she whispered, her hips squirming.  "Shit, that's so
good..."

   She was getting wet enough that I could hear her now, the slick,
squishing noises of her pussy filling the tiny stone room.  I remembered
what she'd said about needing to not get myself all worked up and neurotic
about her sexuality, so I sighed and let my body react accordingly.  My
hard-on grew inside my pants and I subtly put a hand on it to shift it
around to a more comfortable position.

   If Jerica had noticed, she didn't care.  She had three fingers now
churning inside her wet tunnel, while her thumb expertly brushed over her
clit.  Her head moved from side to side, eyes closed and biting her lower
lip.  Her inner thighs were now shining with her lubrication.  She
certainly did get wet when she was excited.

   Huhhhhn, fuck!" she gasped, pushing her hips off the stone, her lovely
ass cheeks flexing.  Her engorged pussy made greedy sucking sounds as she
fucked her fingers, the three slender digits rippling inside her.  I was
distinctly aware of my cock throbbing and wished I could have pulled it out
and made myself cum.  I looked down the path for the briefest of moments,
making sure no one was approaching before returning to staring at my
step-sister, who was in the throes of pleasure.

   "Oh, Jesus, here it comes..." she hissed, pressing against her fingers
while she jammed them inside herself.  She clenched her teeth and let out a
final squeak before she began shuddering, letting out a low moan.  She
writhed and pumped against her hand, cumming hard.  Droplets of cum
spattered on the grey stone, darkening it where they landed.  My cock was
aching for release, but I couldn't do anything right now.  I'd have to
wait.

   She flopped onto the ancient stone, sighing loudly, her fingers now
leaving her well-used pussy.  She brought them up to her black lips,
licking and sucking on them, making contented noises.  I stared at her sex,
the glistening folds that surrounded her inner pink, all perfectly visible
to me.  I found myself wishing I could get closer.

   "Ahhhhhhhh, I needed that..." she sighed, now relaxing and looking at
the peaked ceiling.  "Few things get me off harder than breaking a taboo."

   "That's...  fairly obvious." I replied, unsure of what else to say.  She
tilted her head up to look at me and snickered, her gaze on my pants.

   "Little worked up, Plato?" she teased, sitting up.  "Want me to keep
watching while you take care of that?"

   "I am not jerking off and blowing a load inside a mausoleum," I said
flatly.  "Your kink, not mine.  I'd feel too awkward."

   "Is it because we're outdoors?" she asked.

   "Well, no," I answered, feeling awkward.  "I just don't want to violate
someone's final resting place.  If I were in a park or on a nature trail
but out of sight, I guess I could.  It wouldn't be the first time."

   "Well, we'll go find you a secluded park, then," she announced.  "But
first..."

   She picked up her shorts and thong, holding them in her hands while she
stepped out of the mausoleum and to a tree around side of it.  She squatted
down low and began peeing.  She saw me giving her a look and shrugged.

   "What?  I had to go.  And even I won't piss on someone's grave.  Well,
maybe a fundamentalist's..."

   I stared at her peeing, since clearly she didn't mind.  When she
finished, she put her thong and shorts back on and nodded to me.  It was
considerably darker than when we'd started and she had reverted to her
mysterious, esoteric goth demeanour again.

   "So, let's go find you a dark park to jerk it in," she said, tilting her
head to indicate I should follow her.  "Don't worry, I'll keep watch, same
as you did."

   Of course, Jerica didn't really know any parks in the area, so she
relied on me to find us one that suited.  This was more difficult than one
might think, since the criteria was identifying one I could safely
masturbate in just after sundown.

   We finally ended up in a fair-sized park, surrounded by trees.  Jerica
looked around and pointed.  "There, that tree cluster."

   Still not sure I was actually doing this, I followed my step-sister over
to the knot of trees she'd indicated.  By now it was mostly dark and there
was little or no chance of people walking through the park seeing us, so
long as we were quiet.  She stood behind a tree, her body facing out toward
the park while she looked at me.  "Okay, do your thing.  I'll try not to
look.  Too much."

   I took a deep breath, knowing that trying to get out of this situation
would be at least as awkward as complying.  I'd watched her masturbate,
hadn't I?  Looking around to make sure no one could see us, I unzipped and
pulled my cock out of my pants.  Another deep breath and I began to massage
myself, closing my eyes and trying to think of sexy things.

   I guess I'd been at it long enough that Jerica thought to interject. 
"Having a little trouble keeping focused?" she asked.  I opened my eyes and
saw her looking at me.  Or, more specifically, down at my crotch, where my
hand was holding my swollen but still-soft member.

   "Here," she said, hiking her shorts down, along with her thong to expose
her lovely ass.  The garments now rested on her thighs halfway down to her
knees.  "Maybe having something to look at'll help.  Stare as much as you
like, I'll keep watch."

   The sight of her shapely cheeks did indeed cause a stir in me, and she
turned back to look out into the park while I stared longingly at that
wonderful behind.  I abandoned my inhibitions and began stroking, imagining
myself pumping my throbbing cock up and down between those cheeks, or even
sliding deep inside her puckered knot, fucking her ass until we both came.

   I did indeed start to get hard, forgetting the circumstances and
thinking only of that ass.  Jerica was keeping a watch out, leaning one arm
against the trunk of the tree that hid her from general view.  I couldn't
believe my eyes when she widened her stance slightly and reached a hand
down, stoking her pussylips slowly.  It was too dark for me to have a
perfect view of the action, but I didn't need to, either.  Was she turned
on or simply looking to assist me with the visual?  I knew she had no
problem getting off in front of me, after all.

   I was hard as a rock now, gazing at her ass and her fingers teasing her
slit.  She seemed to bend forward slightly, and I thought I heard her sigh.
I pumped my shaft vigorously, already feeling the pleasant tingle that was
building deep inside me.  I leaned against the small tree I was next to
while I jerked myself, eager to cum now.  There was no trace of my earlier
hesitation.

   "You getting worked up back there, Plato?" she asked quietly, a hint of
amusement in her voice.  "You're certainly sounding the part.  Enjoying the
show?"

   I was enjoying it and seconds later, my body stiffened and I grunted,
attempting to not moan loudly.  With several last, determined pulls, my
cock twitched and I came, hard.  My pearly cum jetted out and one of the
droplets hit Jerica, right on her ass cheek.  She started slightly and
twisted her torso to look down at her ass.  She saw the glistening spot and
then smirked at me.  "From over there?  Not bad..."

   I kept cumming and she watched with a casual interest.  She wasn't
fascinated, but she was intent on watching the rest of the show.  My cum
pattered onto the grass between us and I breathed through my nose,
attempting to keep myself as quiet as possible, even though it was unlikely
that anyone else was in the park.

   I sagged against the tree finally, breathing heavily.  My cock still
twitched in my fist, oozing the last of my essence.  Jerica waited
patiently, looking around on occasion to make sure no one was approaching.
She nodded like some mission had been accomplished.  Finally, she moved up
to me, wearing a little smirk.

   "Well now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.  I shook my head,
having little else to say.  I released my dick and took several more deep
breaths while she watched.  "No idea why you mundanes are so opposed to
having fun whenever you feel like it.  You bring any tissues or something
like that?"

   I shook my head again.  "Sorry, wasn't expecting to jerk off in a park.
Must've slipped my mind."

   "Luckily for you, I'm always prepared," she answered, digging into her
backpack and pulling out a tiny package of tissues and wet-wipes, obviously
for just such an occasion.  As I cleaned myself, she hiked her thong and
her shorts back up.  I noticed she hadn't wiped my cum off her ass cheek.
"It's probably not a bad idea to start carrying some if you're ever out
with me, just so you know.  I get myself off when I feel like it and it's
kinda stupid for you not to."

   I just nodded wearily as we resumed our walk home.

   ***

   I'll admit, I didn't really understand this girl.  And living with her
wasn't helping.  Most of the time, she was completely casual and aloof to
me.  True, she was still walking around mostly naked on occasion, but my
presence didn't seem to register with her.  If she talked to me when she
had no top on, it was no different than if she'd been wearing a shirt.  She
sure as hell didn't care if she saw me in only my boxers, or even naked
once or twice.

   She redecorated her room, which soon became some weird goth haven. 
Colour scheme?  You guessed it- black and deep red.  The flowers, the wall
decorations, her sheets, everything.  The only other colour in the room was
provided by her computer screen, when it was turned on.  Her music was
constantly playing, even when she was asleep.  At least she was respectful
enough to keep it on a low setting if her door was open.

   The sexuality thing became weird.  If dad and Addy weren't home, she was
much more likely to be in a state of undress, and occasionally I'd walk by
her room and the door would be open- once or twice, I saw her lying on her
bed, squirming and groaning as she fingered herself or slid a black and red
dildo in and out of her pussy or ass.  The dildo she used looked like a
crucifix, the crossbar forming a small hilt of sorts that she could use to
hold it steadily while latex Jesus plunged in and out of her.  I shook my
head, pinched my eyes and kept moving.

   Another time I heard her panting and moaning in her room.  I glanced in
as I walked by and was given pause.  We'd recently taken delivery of her
bed from her old home, a large, antique thing with four shorts posts.  I
watched now, because Jerica was squatting on her bed, moving up and down on
one of the posts, the glistening head plunging in and out of her wet pussy.
She was trembling and covered in sweat while she fucked it, her eyes
closed.

   But then I must have made some sort of noise, because her eyes snapped
open and met mine.  They flashed angrily and she glared at me, pausing in
fucking her bed.

   "Problem?!" she snapped.  "Get the fuck out of here!"

   I retreated hastily and went to my room.  While it was silly to worry
about leaving it, I didn't want to risk her wrath.  This didn't, of course,
keep me from thinking about what I'd seen and how intensely erotic I found
it.  The knob and shaft of the post she was fucking hadn't been huge, but
they were no doubt enough to give her a good stretch.  I had a decided
hard-on and was about to do something about it when my door opened and in
walked Jerica, wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt.

   "I know I didn't knock, but since you seem to have boundary issues, I
thought I'd just play along," she said as she approached me while I sat up
hastily.  "Huh, so you were about to beat it?"

   "I really don't get you," I said, somewhat irritated.  "It's not like I
charged into your room, you know.  Yeah, I paused and was kinda of staring,
but I hadn't expected to see, well...  that."

   "You could've kept walking, y'know," she countered.  "Even if you caught
a flash of me doing something, why the Hell would you think it's okay to
just stop and stare?"

   "Closing your door would've prevented the whole thing." I shot back.

   "I shouldn't have to!" Jerica said in a barely restrained hiss.  She
seemed genuinely angry.  "I've let you see my tits and walked around with
them out so you'd get this shit out of your system.  Looks like you're
nowhere near that goal."

   "Well I'm at a loss," I said angrily.  "Sometimes you'll get yourself
off right in front of me, other times you are ready to bite my head off if
I catch a glimpse.  Keeping track is hard, you know."

   "It's actually really simple, caveman," she growled, her eyes flashing
dangerously.  "If I tell you it's okay to look, then you can fucking look.
If I didn't invite you to look, don't look.  I'm not your
property, brother.  And I'm warning you now, you won't be the first guy
I've castrated because he felt entitled."

   She then stood up and stomped out of my room.  I flopped back on my bed,
staring at the ceiling in exasperation.  I really, really didn't
understand my step-sister one bit.

   ***

   Two days later, I saw Jerica again in more than just passing.  I don't
think she was avoiding me, per se, so much as she did her own thing and if
we happened to run into one another, whatever.  I was sitting in the living
room and reading a book when she came home, her habitual backpack over her
shoulder.  She was wearing a tattered Siouxie And The Banshees t-shirt
today.  No bra, obviously, since her nipples were quite visible.  I looked
up and then back down at my book, so I couldn't be accused of staring
without permission.

   "Hey, what's up?" she asked as she flopped sideways into her adopted
lounger, her feet pointed toward me.

   "Namuch," I replied coolly.  "Do anything transmundane today?"

   "Shit, I wish," she sighed.  "Probably gonna go upstairs and blast one
off, y'know?  I thought getting laid would be easier in this city."

   I gave her a wry look.  "Please, a hot goth chick like you must have a
zillion guys who want to fuck her."

   "Yeah, but that's not the point," she replied, disgruntled.  "I thought
I'd meet a different type of guy here, a different type of goth guy,
anyway. Turns out there's just fifty times more of the same types as I'm
used to back in my hometown.  "So fifty times more losers, fifty times more
creepers, fifty times more douchebags and fifty times more of the good ones
who are already taken and won't just casually fuck."

   "Well, I'm not a goth, so that's one less creeper on your list," I
pointed out, causing her to snicker.  I closed my book.  "Look, I'm sorry I
stared.  I'm just not used to being around a girl who's as randomly open as
you.  There was no disrespect intended."

   "Glad to hear that, but just keep it in mind.  You ever seen a girl fuck
a bedpost before?"

   "Can't say as I have, no," I admitted.  "Not live, anyway."

   "Oh, so you've seen the online porn of it?" she inquired, smiling slyly.

   "Well, not before I caught you doing it," I said.  "I checked it out
after seeing you, to see if it was a thing."

   "Oh, and make sure I wasn't some total deviant and freak, right?" she
posited, her tone neutral.

   "Well, you've got plenty of company if you are," I said.  "Tons of vids
of girls fucking bedposts, humping chair legs and whatnot.  I guess it's
not that uncommon."

   "Okay, like I said, I'm probably gonna go upstairs and jill one out,"
she continued.  "And I'm horny enough that it might be the bedpost again. I
need to feel my girl good and stuffed."

   I nodded.  "I'll make sure to not stare."

   "Don't worry about it," she answered, waving it off.  "You can look if
you like, I'm expecting it this time, so it's okay.  See you upstairs."

   I rubbed my face, trying not to groan in frustration. Now she was okay
with it?  Five minutes later, I was standing in her doorway, watching as
she sunk up and down on the rippled knob of the bedpost, completely naked,
moaning and shuddering, her core muscles flexing erotically.  That I was
able to keep from pulling out my now-hard cock and jerking it until I came
was no minor miracle, let me tell you.  But Jerica hadn't said I could,
meaning I didn't dare.  She might just kick my balls right off this planet.

   "What, no show for me?" she panted, looking at me through heavily lidded
eyes, as if reading my mind.  Without even blinking, I dropped my shorts
and began stroking my prick, which was huge and throbbing furiously.  My
gaze was fixated on her pussy, which was split wide by the knob and shaft
of the bedpost.  The black wood glistened wetly.

   Standing a good ten feet away, still in the door to her room, I yearned
to be closer, but she hadn't said come in.  She seemed content with me
right where I was, so I accepted this separation, knowing that she was
under no obligation to show me any of this at all, and if I did something
that pissed her off, she might tell me to leave.

   Her skin was shining with perspiration and her eyes were glazed with
pleasure.  I wasn't sure which of us would go first, but the other would no
doubt be hard on their heels.  I watched as she squirmed and writhed,
massaging her clit or molesting her breasts, fingers kneading compulsively.

   "Augh!" she cried out suddenly, arching her hips forward and pressing
down.  She almost doubled over, making mewling and whimpering sounds as she
came, hugging herself.  "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!' she rasped.  Watching her
shudder and writhe was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen and it
sent me over the edge almost instantly.

   "Gonna cum!" I grunted, feeling the surging build.

   "Not on my rug, stupid!" she hissed, reaching a trembling hand over to
snatch her thong from the mattress beside her.  "Here, use this to catch
it!"

   Somewhat in a panic, I grasped the tiny undergarment as she tossed it,
my other hand still on my throbbing cock, which was about to burst.  With
not a second to spare, I wrapped the black material around the head and
upper shaft before groaning and thrusting forward.  I pumped my cum all
over the inside of the thong, tingling fire blossoming through my whole
body.

   I sank to my knees, still gripping the thong around my manhood, which I
could feel pulsing inside it.  My warm cum was slathered all around, a
sticky lining to the inside of her thong.  A thong that touched her pussy
and I had just cum in.

   Jerica raised her head and looked at me wearily.  "You're washing that,
sport.  You dirtied it, you clean it."

   That was far too reasonable a trade from my point of view at this time.

   ***

   Sitting on the couch, I was once again engrossed in a book.  My dad and
Addy had left on their honeymoon, saying that they'd be gone for about a
week.  That meant it was just Jerica and I, and she's spent most of her
time since their departure out, doubtless at her goth club or haunting and
defiling graveyards.  Right now, though, she was in her lounger, but
sitting upside down in it, her feet pointing at the ceiling and her head
dangling off the edge where her legs should have been.

   "Gawwwwwwd, I'm so effing bored..." she mumbled, staring at our living
room ceiling.  I didn't know what to say, nor did I really feel pity for
her, there was plenty of shit to do in this city, even for a goth chick. 
She was just being a diva.  Certainly at this point in the day, the early
evening, there were myriad things she could have gone and occupied herself
with.

   She turned her head to look at me.  "Wanna fuck?"

   I froze.  I had not expected that.  I blinked several times and then
looked at her.  "'scuse me?"

   "I asked, do you want to fuck?" she iterated.  "With me."

   I closed my book.  "Did you just suggest we have sex?"

   She gave me a wry look.  "Yeah, you know- you stick your dick in my
cunt, we smash our hips together and get our rocks off?  Sex."

   I didn't say anything for a moment.  "Are you serious?  We're brother
and sister, you know."

   "Not really," she replied, shrugging.  "We're not the least bit
genetically related."

   "It's still incest, by law." I insisted.

   "And that archaic law is meant to make sure that lines of inheritance
aren't compromised and the patriarchy is upheld," Jerica pointed out. 
"Since we're not planning on breeding, what's the big deal?"

   I didn't say anything.

   "And you've already done weird shit with me that's technically illegal,"
she added.  "If you gave the cops a choice between what to be pissed at you
about, fucking your sister-in-law in your house or standing watch while I
jack off in a graveyard, which do you think they're gonna focus on?"

   I had no particular answer to that.

   "I'm reasonably certain you don't hate sex, and I know you like my body,
so what's the hang-up about fucking?" she asked.  "You worried what mommy
and daddy might think?"

   "Well..."

   "I can't speak for your dad, but I somehow doubt my mom'll give a shit,"
she continued.  "First, if she found out, she'd probably wonder why it took
this long at all.  Second, she'd probably be happy I was fucking you
instead of someone she didn't know.  It's not like we're trying to start up
a relationship, Plato.  I assume other girls don't have this difficult a
time coaxing you out of your pants, right?"

   "I've just never fucked my sister before." I said, trying to not sound
confused or exasperated.

   She sighed and rolled around until she was sitting in the chair, looking
directly at me.  She was almost shaking her head.  "I'm not your sister,
not genetically.  We're not gonna have children, forget fucked-up children.
Look, I'm horny.  I want a dick in me.  Do you want it to be yours? 
Because yours happens to be handy, so it's fitting the bill for me right
now.  I don't wanna spend the next few hours setting up to fuck someone
else.  I want sex now, with a live dick.  You in?"

   I drew a deep breath and nodded.  She stood up.  "Good.  Got anywhere
you want to fuck me?  Only place that's off-limits would be our parents'
bed.  Even I wouldn't do that."

   My mind instantly spun through every location in the house- my room, her
room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room we were standing in, the
laundry room and the basement.  I'm sure they were all serviceable from her
point of view, but probably predictable and...  vanilla.  And if I was
going to do this, I sure as Hell wasn't letting her think I was boring and
mundane.

   I smirked.  "The St James necropolis isn't too far from here," I
suggested.  "It's even older than Mount Pleasant, virtually abandoned and
most of it can't be seen from any street.  We'll take some blankets and
I'll fuck you there."

   That raised her eyebrow.  She stared at me in bemusement.  "You shittin'
me?"

   I shook my head.

   "You don't need to leave your comfort zone, y'know," Jerica said softly.
She seemed almost at a loss.  "Any room in the house'll-"

   "Nuh-uh," I declared, shaking my head.  "You wanna fuck, you're gonna
remember it, sis.  This'll be burned into your memory for all time.  No
getting timmy, are you?"

   She was silent for another few moments before she finally nodded. 
"Okay, Plato.  If it's not too far away, that'll do.  I don't want to wait
to get fucked, but I can walk somewhere quick.  I'll meet you back here in
fifteen.  I'm grabbing some blankets and shit."

   I was grinning, still not quite able to believe this was happening, but
not objecting, either.  Jerica made my dick hard and I had to admit, I
wanted to fuck her.  She'd removed any barriers to that desire by asking
and also pointing out the flaws in the 'patriarchy' that made in-law incest
technically illegal.  But she was right, we weren't having kids- this was
two willing adults fucking to enjoy themselves.  Only illegal part of the
operation should have been the proposed locale.

   I dressed into track shorts, a t-shirt, clothing I could hop out of and
into quickly, in case anything went south.  Aside from my cellphone and
wallet, all I brought was a few condoms.  As ready as I could be, I
returned to the living room, where I waited patiently.  Jerica joined me
some five minutes later, wearing a cropped tank-top, black shorts, fishnet
stockings and ankle-high black boots.  Her backpack was slung over her
shoulder and she was carrying a few blankets.

   "Here you go," she said, tossing the blankets to me.  I looked confused
as I caught them and she shrugged.  "What?  No room in my little backpack
for that shit.  It's got the booze in it.  This was your idea, Mister
Chivalry, you can't expect me to carry everything."

   She had me there, so I stuffed the blankets tightly into my own
backpack, which was considerably larger, bordering on a rucksack.  Once I
was set, we headed out.  Jerica walked beside me, patiently following my
lead as we headed to St James.  It wasn't more than five minutes away.  The
area of the city I lived in was one of the older ones, a reclamation of
even earlier settlements, the remnants of which were historic buildings and
sites like the St James Necropolis.  The bronze plaque on the chained-shut
iron gate, terminally green with rust and almost unreadable, stated that
the necropolis had been here since the late 1790's, when the original town
of York was founded.

   The sun was in the west and I led her along the edge of the cemetery,
toward the back, where a stand of trees bordered it.  We disappeared into
the treeline and I headed inward about thirty yards, until we were
invisible from the street.  The sun was far in the west, painting the
horizon ochres, oranges and purples, while the sky above us turned to
twilight.  I turned and smiled at my sister-in-law, who blushed rather
prettily and looked at the ground.  I couldn't remember her ever looking
even slightly demure before.

   "Ready to do this, Jerica?" I asked.

   "I am, yeah," she answered, nodding and smiling at me.  "Thanks for
trying, Sean.  It's actually pretty cool that you thought of this and are
willing to do it."

   I wanted to take her hand, but wasn't sure that sort of familiarity was
her thing.  Sex could be strictly sex, without intimacy, just two people
exercising their urges on one another.  The videos I'd seen of her having
sex gave no indication that she craved intimate touches during her sexual
activity, so I left it alone.

   But as I walked in front of her, leading the way, I felt her hand latch
onto mine, squeezing gently.  True, she might have just been using me for
guidance, but I preferred to think otherwise.  I led her along through the
tangle of trees, following the tall, wrought-iron fence that surrounded the
necropolis until we reached a place where four bars were missing, enough
room for someone to squeeze through with minimal effort.

   "Why do you know this gap in the fence is in here?" Jerica asked as she
squirmed through after me.

   I shrugged.  "I was doing some community volunteer trash cleanup in the
spring and I noticed the gap when I came along the back edge here."

   This caused her to pause, bent over and trying to contain her
snickering. She looked up finally and her eyes were shining with mirth. 
"Of course.  You're such a boy scout.  I love it.  C'mon, let's go find a
place to get our fuck on."

   At this point, I let Jerica take over, since navigating graveyards
seemed to be something she did instinctively.  I admit I'd never really
considered them from the context of sexual feasibility before.  We wandered
around along the back edge, well out of sight from just about anyone who
was still in the cemetery, although this was unlikely.  St James was
completely abandoned virtually all the time.  The most recent grave was
over a hundred years old and they were taking no new tenants, so to speak.
Mostly it was just a historic landmark.

   It suddenly occurred to me that goth kids sneaking in here to be creepy
or fuck was probably the most common activity to happen in the place.  Go
figure.

   The sky was dark grey overhead now as Jerica found a place she seemed to
like.  She pointed to it, nestled behind a series of ancient headstones, so
weathered and worn that the names on them were virtually unreadable. 
Assuming we were standing up, there was virtually no chance of us being
seen by anyone.  Of course, the gate was chained shut anyway, so unless
someone followed us through the egress we'd used, no one was in here to
begin with.  We'd be uninterrupted.

   I looked at Jerica as we began unpacking our supplies, taking in the
sight of her- she really was very attractive, in her dark, gothic kind of
way.  Her pale skin almost shone in the near-dark, I was looking forward to
seeing it in the moonlight, to really appreciate it under those silvery
rays.  She had a pretty face, her makeup normally giving her somewhat
angular features, but tonight she seemed to have softened her appearance.
She saw me gazing at her and nodded while she opened her backpack.

   "Just a few rules, Plato," she said, her tone light but also indicating
that what she was about to say was important.  "This is sex, okay?  We're
here to fuck.  May seem strange to you, but kissing is off-limits, got it?
And I dunno if you're a cuddler or not, but don't try to initiate- if I
feel like being held, I'll make sure you know it.  Sex has nothing to do
with emotions, those are for lovemaking, and I don't do that shit."

   I nodded.  "No kissing, no cuddling.  We're here to fuck one another's
brains out."

   She considered.  "Well, if you think you're up to it, then sure.  Sounds
like a good time."

   Jerica removed some bottles from her backpack, a dark red wine and some
smaller shooters of spirits.  I had already pulled out and was spreading
the blankets for us.  Without any ceremony, she pulled her tank-top over
her head, exposing her pale, succulent breasts and making my cock stir in
my shorts.  She then sat on the blanket and shimmied out of her shorts and
tiny thong, totally naked except for the boots she was wearing.

   "Better keep the boots on, in case the Five-O make an appearance and we
have to run like Hell," she stated, now laying back and leaning on her
elbows while she watched me pull my shirt over my head.  She stroked her
pussy casually with a finger, letting me finish getting undressed.  To my
amazement, my cock was not ramrod-erect yet, but certainly swollen, and she
stared at it intently.  "You any good with licking pussy, Plato?"

   I shrugged.  "I've never had any complaints, and I know the feel of a
woman's thighs trying to squash my head like a grape when I make her cum."

   She nodded.  "Glad to hear it.  None of the guys I've fucked yet in town
have been all that spectacular at it, only the one redhead girl made me
blow my cork, y'know?  Let's see if you can match her."

   I nodded and she spread her legs wide, still leaning on her elbows and
watching me while I get between her legs.  I was really happy to not be
rock-hard yet, since I was now lying on my stomach.  She smiled wickedly
and snaked two fingers down to pull her thick netherlips apart.  Her coral
pink pussy was already glistening, which pleased me.  Clearly my
sister-in-law was horny and wanting me to do my thing.

   Taking hold of her thighs, I leaned in and began planting gentle kisses
and nips around her womanhood without touching it.  She now lay on her
back, looking at the darkening sky, a little shiver and a sigh escaping
her. I didn't tease her too much, though, making my way in toward the goal.
Her scent enveloped me and I shifted slightly as my cock got hard.

   Jerica shuddered and almost clutched my head as I pressed my mouth
against her slippery pussy finally, kissing it and sliding my tongue up and
down the slit.  I don't know if she used a special soap or applied
something to herself, but her pussy tasted incredible!  It was hard to
describe, an almost dark, earthy cherry that mingled with her natural
taste, but it made me devour her eagerly.  Jerica began squirming and
gasping, her fingers clutching at my head reflexively and her legs now
circling my shoulders so her ankle boots rested on my back.

   "Gnnnnnn, fuck, Sean..." she hissed, writhing around me.  "Nothing
mundane about your cunt-licking skills!  Shit, keep it up..."

   I licked and sucked on her hungrily, loving her taste.  I really hoped
she'd want to fuck again, because I wanted to keep doing this, for sure. 
Even though she was squirming and almost rocking from side to side, I used
my strength to keep her hips pinned, lapping away.  A surge of pleasure
wracked her, gasping raggedly as I pushed my tongue inside her pussy and
began probing.  Her warm skin embraced me and my cock grew even harder. 
Her hips tilted up, pushing against my mouth in need.  I took the
opportunity to pushed a hand under her ass cheeks and then slip a finger
into her puckered knot, since she'd told me she liked having her ass
fucked. Jerica grunted and froze, except for her arms, which moved almost
spastically.

   "Uhhhhhnnn!" she wheezed, groping her breasts and then biting on one of
her finger knuckles as if to keep from screaming.  "Oh, fuckfuckfuck!  Yes,
Sean, do it, yesssssssss..."

   I was relentless, determined to make her cum at least once before we
fucked.  I wanted her to crave this again.  The finger I had in her ass
wiggled and explored, feeling her clench around me.  My tongue now pulled
out of her pussy and lashed her clit, sending her into fits.  I almost felt
bad that no guy she'd met recently had made her cum before, but also rather
glad, since it made me look that much better.

   She was panting and hissing, her hands almost mauling her breasts,
pinching the nipples and tugging on the piercings until the silken mounds
were pulled almost taut.  She whimpered in delight and her body was
beginning to churn, like great ocean waves that precede a tidal wave or
tsunami.  Her movements were large and strong, no longer short and sharp.
Her breathing was becoming deep and her pussy wetter and wetter.

   There was a deep groan and her fingers knotted in my hair.  She pressed
her hips against my face with desperate force, the heels of her boots
almost digging into my back.  I didn't let up, pushing my thumb into her
slit as far as I could, while my tongue swirled around her nub and my
finger reamed her ass.

   And then her damn broke.  By some force of sheer will, Jerica kept from
shrieking loud enough to wake the downtown core as she came.  She churned
and ground on my mouth, grappling at me and almost folding up around me. 
The surge of pride in me by making her cum so damn hard was undeniable. 
There was no way she wouldn't want more of this down the road.

   Her orgasm finally ebbed and she collapsed back against the blanket,
panting heavily, limbs trembling.  I could feel the sweat on her skin, feel
the heat radiating from her.  She'd slathered my face with her cum.  I
slowly, gently pulled my finger from her ass and my thumb from her pussy.
My kisses against her slick netherlips were now gentle, meant as
a denouement to the oral ravaging I'd given her.

   "Jesus, man," she sighed tiredly, her eyes staring blankly at the night
sky.  "Where'd you learn that?"

   "Us mundanes have our uses, y'know," I quipped, smiling slyly.  "I'm
gonna go out on a limb and say it hit the spot."

   "Like you need me to tell you," Jerica breathed, stirring finally. 
"Uhn, shit, just give me a sec here..."

   She seemed to compose herself finally and sat up slowly, supporting
herself on one hand while the other rubbed her face.  I now knelt up, still
between her legs, happy to not be lying down and pressing my hard-on in all
sorts of weird angles.  When she opened her eyes, she noticed my throbbing
erection.

   "Oh, God, you were lying on that, weren't you?" she asked quietly. 
"I'll make it up to him, okay?  But don't cum, because we're here to fuck."

   I nodded and we switched positions, with me lying on my back and Jerica
now between my legs.  She took hold of my cock near the base of the shaft,
squeezing gently.  I closed my eyes and could feel her warm breath on my
sensitive skin, followed by her lips kissing and tasting me.  She made me
shiver by dragging her raven hair over my member.  It felt amazing and I
struggled to refrain from gripping her.

   Then her tongue was swirling around the pulsing head and along the
underside of the shaft.  I moaned lightly, encouraging her.  Her lips
closed around the head and then she was slowly bobbing up and down, working
more and more of me into the wet heat of her mouth.  All the wall, her hand
gently squeezed and pumped around the base of my shaft.  She hummed,
buzzing her lips around me and sending tingling thrills right through my
body.  Her cock-sucking skills easily rivalled my pussy-licking skills,
which I was grateful for at this moment.

   I opened my eyes and watched as she moved up and down slowly, her own
eyes shut as she savoured the taste and feel of me in her mouth.  Her
tongue swirled and tangled around as she sucked hungrily.  The fingernails
of her free hand grazed up and down my thigh lightly.  She had me almost
writhing and bucking before long, lost in a euphoria of shameless pleasure.

   She pulled her mouth off of me and gazed up into my eyes, her own
smouldering while she kept stroking my shaft.  "Y'ready, ace?  I know I am.
I want this dick in me, like yesterday."

   I nodded and she moved up my body, straddling me.  She clearly intended
to ride me, which I had no problem with.  One of my arms reached off to the
side, fumbling for a condom, but she saw what I was doing and shook her
head.

   "Y'got any STD's?" she asked.  I shook my head in response.  "Then don't
worry about it, just fuck me and cum in me, Sean."

   "Okay, no STD's, but what if you get pregnant?" I asked, feeling
obligated to do so where many guys wouldn't have.

   "I'm on birth control, first," she said, clearly not interested in
wasting time talking about this.  Her hand reached down and stroked my
cock, lining it up with her slick pussy.  "And if by some one-in-a-zillion
chance I do, well, I'll take care of it.  Universal healthcare has its
advantages, y'know."

   I nodded, trusting her judgement.  I could feel her tease my cockhead up
and down her lips and against her clit.  We both shivered and she looked at
me one final time, her expression tentative.  I smiled and we both knew
that we'd committed to the act.  She pressed her hips down and sighed as my
head penetrated her.  She paused for a second, savouring the sensation and
then sank down slowly, causing us to both groan in pleasure.  The taboo
barrier between us had been broken- brother and sister, we were fucking. 
Then I was fully inside her, her slick pussy gripping me like a velvet
vise. She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on my shoulders.  Our
eyes locked, revelling in this carnal ritual.

   "Gnnnnnn, that's a good fit," she said quietly, to no one in particular.
Then she slowly began to move her hips up and down, moving so that only the
head of my cock was inside her before sinking back onto me, squeezing as
she did so.  "Gnnnnnn, feels good, Sean."

   "You feel amazing, Jer," I sighed, reaching up and cupping her breasts,
giving them a squeeze and making her shiver.  "You're so tight and wet."

   "Thanks," she murmured, her eyes closed as she rode slowly.  "Your
dick's really hard in there, I love it.  Gonna love feel you cum in me,
too."

   I let her regulate the tempo of our fucking, happy to simply move my
hips in time with hers and to fondle her breasts.  She alternated between
slowly going up and down and then undulating her hips, moving on me in a
sensual circular motion.  I could feel her ass cheeks press against the top
of my thighs when I bottomed out in her.  Her sticky pussylips left their
mark on my skin as well, the warmth now a tingling contrast to the cooling
air of the summer night.  Overhead, the sky was finally dark, the sun
beyond the western horizon.

   Then the moonlight touched her skin and I was almost hypnotized at the
sight- silvery light bathing her lovely body, her pale skin glowing above
me.  It was as if some night or moon goddess out of mythology were making
love to me.  She squirmed and writhed on top of me, sitting up straight and
arching her back, lost in the bliss of our coupling.

   "Gnnnnnnn, Sean," she moaned, fondling her breast with one hand while
the other played with her clit.  "No idea how, but I promise I'll keep from
screaming."

   My hands rested on her hips while I watched her moving rhythmically over
me.  Her pussy clenched me expertly, ensuring I would cum harder than I had
in ages.  I could feel it.  And I was thrilled it would be Jerica I was
sharing it with.

   The tempo started to change, Jerica's breathing getting heavier.  Her
movements on me became more deliberate, forceful.  Her hands found mine,
pinning them beside my head as our fingers entwined and she leaned forward.
Her eyes were glassy as she stared into mine.  Her breasts wobbled just
above my mouth temptingly and she groaned as I craned my neck forward and
latched onto one of her nipples, swirling my tongue around it and biting
gently.  I experimented with sucking around the piercing, sometimes taking
it between my teeth and tugging, which made her keen and moan in bliss, her
whole body shuddering in response.

   She picked up the base, riding up and down more quickly now, still
squeezing me lustily.  I knew she was going to cum, hard, but I wanted more
than that.  I wanted to make her cum so hard she would think of this
experience every time she fucked in the future.  Smiling wickedly, I took a
chance and used my strength to roll her onto her back, suddenly on top of
her.  My cock never left the tight confines of her pussy in the movement
and she gasped loudly as I sank deep inside her, her eyes going wide.  Her
hands reached up and gripped my back, fingernails grazing over my skin. 
Her boots crossed behind my waist, trying to pull me even farther inside.

   I propped myself over her and began a rhythmic pistoning motion down
into her.  Jerica gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with lust, fueled by
my unexpected boldness.  She pushed her hips up to meet mine, my balls
slapping against her ass with each thrust inside her.  The pace increased
further, sweat streaming from us, steam rising from our churning bodies.

   "Cum in me..." she gasped, squeezing me greedily with her pussy.  "Cum
in me, cum in me, oh, Jesus, cum in me..."

   Jerica was trembling beneath me now, her back arching.  Her neck was
exposed and I took the biggest chance of my life and put my hands around
her throat.  Her eyes flared wide and she goggled up at me in shock as I
fucked her, bracing myself on my knees as I drove my cock deep inside her.
My ass flexed with each thrust and her pussy clenched me tighter than ever.
Her fingernails almost dug into my back as she writhed against me madly.

   My balls were boiling as I jammed my hips down one final time, spearing
deep inside my sister, my hands squeezing firmly around her throat. 
Jerica's mouth opened and she let out a strangled gasp as she strained, her
hips arching off the blanket in a final, desperate attempt to pull me
inside.

   I grunted and growled, thumping my hips against her as I came, flooding
her pussy with my pearly essence.  Slivers of stinging sensation lanced up
and down my back as her fingernails straked my skin.  Her pussy gripped me
savagely as she came, gasping and almost gurgling as she fought the scream
that threatened to burst forth from her throat.  Her eyes were still wide,
a mixture of shock and wild lust.  Our hips smacked together loudly,
torrents of pleasure flooding over us.

   My strength left me and I collapsed on top of her.  We were both panting
like animals, bodies still melded together, my throbbing, hard cock still
deep inside her wanton pussy.  My hands left her throat and were resting
beside her head.  My cheek pressed to hers as I sucked air into my lungs,
feeling her do the same beneath me.  Slowly, her hands fell from my back
and her legs uncrossed from behind my waist.  She lay beneath me, trembling
slightly but otherwise unmoving.

   "Damn," I murmured, my mouth next to her ear.  "I'm really glad you
asked to fuck."

   "Uh-huh..." she responded, nodding ever so slightly.

   We lay still for some time, my weight on top of her seeming to not be an
issue.  My cock was still rock-hard inside her and her pussy was still
gipping me wetly, having no intention of relinquishing its prize,
seemingly. Exhausted as I was, I concluded with no small satisfaction that
she would remember this encounter fondly.

   I pushed myself up on my hands, looking down at her wearily.  She looked
back up at me, her eyes still glazed, but the fiery lust in them quenched,
at least for now.  She pushed my hips back and forth slowly, moving my cock
inside her.  She hummed in pleasure, clearly approving.  Her hands stroked
my forearms and up to my shoulders gently, a delicious sensation on my damp
skin.

   "First time you've fucked in a graveyard, hm?" she asked softly, her
smile an unusually gentle one.  I nodded and she smirked.  "Could've fooled
me, Plato."

   I saw no reason to conclude the ritual just yet, since my cock was still
at attention and she hadn't said anything about being too sensitive yet, so
I gently slipped out of her and rolled her onto her stomach before bringing
her up onto her hands and knees.  She giggled tiredly as I dragged my
cockhead up and down her dripping lips before sliding back in, eliciting a
moan of delight.  I stroked back and forth inside her slowly, my hands
fixed on her hips.  I was watched in fascination as my cock slid in and
out, glistening with her moisture in the silvery moonlight.  Her inner pink
pulled back and forth wetly with my motions.

   I then nudged her forward and she giggled as I bear-walked her two feet
until she could grab onto the ancient headstone in front of her.  She
sighed as her back accordioned and my cock pierced her at a new angle.  I
slowly pulled her to her feet until she was leaning on the worn stone, with
me pushing back and forth from behind, making her coo in pleasure.  From
here, I could reach forward and fondle her breasts, making her squirm.

   "Mmmmmmm, you were made to fuck in graveyards," she breathed.  "I can't
cum again yet, and I'll bet you need a breather, but I promise you, Sean-
we're doing this again.  A lot."

   "I'm glad, Jerica," I replied tiredly.  "I'm really glad I could please
you."

   We stopped fucking, promising to make good use of that headstone next
time we were here.  We tumbled onto the blanket and Jerica giggled as she
snuggled into me.  I put my arms around her while she opened the bottle of
dark red wine and took a stiff pull from it before offering it to me.  I
took the bottle and drank before handing it back and then running my hands
up and down her lovely body.  She almost purred.  I'd never seen her acting
in an affectionate manner like this.

   "I hope you're okay with the notion of just random sex acts," she said
softly, nipping at the skin of my chest.  "Like when the 'rents aren't
home, y'know?  I could just suck your dick or you just bend me over the
dining room table and fuck the shit out of me.  How's that sound?"

   "Too good to be true." I replied, stroking her hair while she lay
against me.  She reached down between her legs and fingered herself, her
fingers coming back gooey, glistening with out mingled cum.  She slid them
into her mouth, tasting them and humming in pleasure.

   "Mmmm, don't ever try to use a condom with me, bro," she murmured
around her fingers.  "We taste too good together for me to miss out on it."

   I chuckled and promised her.  Easiest promise I'd made in ages.

   ***

   Fucking Jerica did not turn out to be an occasional thing after that
night in the necropolis- it was pretty much constant.  We barely made it
back home before we had torn our clothes off and hurried up to the shower,
sucking and licking one another before fucking heatedly.  After that, we
lay on the floor in the living room, exploring one another's bodies
thoroughly.  We were completely exhausted when we finally went to bed, with
Jerica blushing and admitting that while she was more than willing to fuck
me, she wasn't sure she was willing to share a sleeping space yet.  I
smiled and wished her a good night before heading into my own room.  Too
tired and sated to even think of jerking off, I drifted into slumber
quickly.

   The sun was up when I woke, and I felt a delightful, warm wetness around
my cock.  I stirred and opened my eyes, looking down my body.  Jerica was
kneeling between my legs, sucking my hard member.  She looked up at me and
winked before clambering over me and spinning around to face down my legs.
I was looking forward to slipping inside her exquisite pussy again, but she
surprised me by teasing my cockhead against her puckered knot for several
seconds before pushing it inside.  Jerica sighed and worked herself up and
down until I was all the way in her incredibly tight ass.

   She squirmed and writhed up and down on top of me until I groaned loudly
and came inside her.  She sighed in pleasure as she orgasmed and laid down
on top of me, still facing the ceiling.  My hands came to rest on her
breasts, caressing them gently.  She turned her head to look at me and
smiled before giving me a kiss on the nose.

   "How's that for a good morning wake-up call?" she asked, smirking.

   "Normally I'm not a morning person, but if that's what I can look
forward to, then I might change that stance."

   "Me too," she purred.  "Probably have to turn in my goth card, but worth
it."

   "Don't turn it in," I chided, giving her breasts as a squeeze and making
her giggle.  "You're perfect just the way you are."

   We showered and had breakfast before I went out to run some errands. 
When I returned, the first sound I heard was Jerica moaning.  I walked into
the living room and she was lying on her side, one leg raised as she slid
the wine bottle neck from the night before in and out of her pussy.  Her
eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me hazily.

   "Oh, thank God you're back," she breathed.  "I need your cock in me,
Plato."

   I put down the groceries and stripped out of my clothes before coming
and kneeling by her head.  She took hold of my cock and slid it into her
mouth hungrily, sucking me to hardness.  She didn't switch her position as
I pulled out of her mouth and knelt between her legs.  We both groaned in
relief as I slid deep inside her.  I gripped her leg to me as I fucked her,
both of us eventually going rigid and cumming loudly, safe within the
confines of our home.

   Jerica didn't go out nearly as often anymore, often simply ignoring
invites to go to the goth clubs she'd been frequenting.  As for me, my
social life, which had not been that active to begin with, virtually
disappeared, and I couldn't have been happier.  Jerica and I fucked
constantly while our parents were gone, knowing we would have to curb our
lusts once they'd returned.

   The sixth night of our mutual understanding, Jerica kissed me.  Not a
peck on the cheek, like she had occasionally done before as a goodnight or
an expression of appreciation for something I'd done for her, but a deep,
powerful kiss, mad with lust.  She had been riding me, looking down into my
eyes, my cheeks cupped in her hands.  Our gazes were locked as we both
gasped and pushed hard against one another.  The moment the dam burst and I
began to cum inside her, she jammed her mouth against mine and kissed me
savagely, our tongues duelling wetly.  She didn't seem to know what to say
afterward.

   "Don't sweat it, Jer," I said easily, trying to make her feel better. 
"Sometimes, passion overtakes us, y'know?  I promise to not read anything
into it, and I'm not gonna just assume it's okay to kiss you now."

   "Don't promise that just yet," she said somewhat uneasily as she lay
next to me on her bed.  "Can, uh...  can you kiss me?  For real?"

   Somewhat perplexed but not about to refuse the request, I pulled her to
me and we kissed, deeply and passionately.  It lasted a good minute before
Jerica pulled away, exhaling and looking at her ceiling, her eyes distant.

   "Goddammit..." she sighed.

   "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned I'd done something.

   "I hate to say it, but...  I've caught a bad case of the feels, Sean."
Jerica admitted in a tone of resignation.

   I blinked.  "Say what?"

   She closed her eyes and spoke softly, almost as if she didn't want to be
heard.  "I think I'm falling in love with you."

   Her head turned and she looked at me.  "That's...  that's not a problem,
is it?"

   "I don't...  I don't know," I replied, a little taken aback.  "I guess I
don't know what to think, since I wasn't expecting it."

   "I don't know either," she sighed.  "I figured if anything stupid like
that happened, it'd be you falling in love with me, and I'd have to gave
you killed or some shit."

   "I dunno that it's stupid," I offered.  "I suppose I have some really
strong feelings for you too, Jer.  I mean, we-"

   "Gnnnnn, don't tell me that!" she interrupted, putting her hands over
her face in frustration.  "How the fuck're we gonna fall in love?  I didn't
mean for this!"

   I gave her a wry look.  "I don't get you."

   Her head snapped around and she looked at me levelly, her
expression daring me to say the wrong thing.  "Oh, please go on..."

   "Well," I began, mindful of her mood.  "To be honest, you're the one who
said that it's no big deal for us to have sex.  We're not really related,
right?  If our parents weren't married, none of this would be the least bit
unusual.  And sex, well, it often leads to feeling of some sort, even if
it's only fondness."

   "I'm fond of my dildo, I'm not in love with it," she said tightly.  "I
wasn't expecting this."

   "May I ask questions I honestly want answers to without getting my dick
snapped off?"

   She nodded slowly.

   "I know you like to be undressed," I stated.  "And I know that you
weren't interested in me being awkward around you because it was
inconvenient for you.  So you made sure I was exposed to it so I'd 'get it
out of my system', to quote you.  But...  and hear me out here...  was it
possible that you were also just teasing me?"

   She raised her eyebrow.  "What's that got to do with me falling in love
with you?"

   "Maybe nothing, but I want to try and give myself some context so I
understand better." I replied.  "Were you ever teasing me for your own
amusement or maybe even to tantalize me?"

   She drew a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, her forearm resting on
her forehead.  "I...  a few times early on, maybe, for teasing you, because
I thought you were such a square.  It was amusing to watch your eyes bug
out, and I knew you wouldn't do anything except maybe jerk off, so I was
safe."

   "Thanks." I said dryly.

   "Yeah, not apologizing," she sighed.  "Later on, like about the time we
went to the graveyard and I got off inside that mausoleum, I...  I think I
was starting to enjoy having you watch me by then, maybe.  And I wanted to
see that dick of yours cum."

   "Then why were you so angry at me when I caught you fucking the
bedpost?" I asked.

   She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, as if composing herself. 
"Because you weren't invited.  I shouldn't have explain consent to you. 
And yes, I know I caught you off-guard, but you kept staring.  You didn't
blink, register what was happening and walk off, did you?  You kept
staring, because you assumed I wouldn't mind."

   "Okay, that's true," I admitted.  "And you already know I didn't or
don't feel entitled to you.  But I'm sorry all the same for the mistake."

   "I think that's part of the problem, Plato," she mumbled.  "You're
turning into a nice guy, and not just a boring, vanilla one.  I never
thought it'd be a guy like you."

   "I never pictured it being a girl like you." I chuckled, reaching over
and stroking her cheek.  She nuzzled against my caress, her eyes closed and
sighed softly.  "So now what?  Do you...  do you want to try and arrest
this thing, stop it in its tracks?"

   "I don't know what the Hell I want," she sighed.  "Are you saying you
can do that?"

   "No idea," I replied.  "I've never had to try.  I mean, if I am indeed
falling for you, and there's a good chance I am, if I admit it to myself,
then I don't know how to backtrack without some serious alterations to our
dynamic."

   "Like..."

   "Well, I would need to not be seeing you toddling around in a state of
undress all the time," I mused.  "And I have no damn right to ask you to
cover up to control my hormones, so I imagine I'd just move out."

   She looked pained.  "I can't make you do that."

   "Well one of us would have to," I muttered.  "It's not like I'd force
myself on you, if you were still walking around like you do, but it'd just
be eternally awkward.  And even if I managed to mostly conceal it, you'd
still know."

   She turned on her side to face me, her hand propping her head up.  Her
body was close enough that I could feel her warmth and her nipples gently
kissed my skin.  Her dark eyes looked at me almost sadly.

   "What...  what do we do, Sean?" she asked in a quiet, almost lost voice.

   What I said now was a challenge to us both.  And whatever we decided,
we'd have to stick to.  "We either go down this path and fall in love, or
we find some way to stumble backward away from each other and endure who
knows how much awkwardness and hurt feelings for God knows how long, Jer."

   Her hand reached up and cupped my cheek.  "And what do you want?  You're
the guy, so you have to say first."

   I knew there wasn't really any question in my mind, although I still
struggled with it for a moment or two.  "I say we hold hands and jump down
the rabbit hole, Jer."

   She smiled prettily.  "I was hoping you'd say that.  God, this is going
to royally fuck up my social life, once people know I'm in love with a
mundane."

   "And here I was selfishly worried about trying to explain things to our
parents," I laughed.  "I completely forgot about the impact this would have
on the goth collective you now belong to."

   "Oh hush" she whispered, reaching down and stroking my cock.  "No more
skinny goth boys for me.  You fuck better than any of them anyway.  Just...
promise to not try and turn me into a normal girl, okay?"

   "I'm falling in love with you the way you are, Jer," I replied, moving
closer to her.  "I've no intention of changing you."

   We kissed then, deep, soulful, and even loving.  Jerica whispered that
she was in love with me and I took her upstairs to my room to make love to
her.  We spent the night sleeping together and would every night until our
parents came home.

   ***

   We were sitting around the dining room table, the four of us.  Jerica
and I had just explained to my dad and her mom (omitting the most perverse
details) how we'd fallen in love the past couple of weeks and finally
realized it while they were gone.  Dad didn't say too much as he took it
all in, but Addy grinned.

   "Well I for one and glad," she announced, patting her daughter's hand.
"Sean's a lot nicer than any of those other twiggy nitwits you've hung out
with.  Maybe down the road I'll get a grandchild out of it."

   Jerica blushed.  "One adjustment at a time, mom."

   Dad looked at me.  "I'm not sure what to think, Sean, but I'll just go
ahead and say I don't disapprove.  It can't be too bad a thing if Addy's
okay with it.  But if Jerica is more than just a crush and you're actually
in love, you've got some things to consider."

   I nodded.  "I already know I'm gonna go to college, dad, and get a
degree that'll help me get a job that could pay for a family."

   "And you, young lady?" Addy asked, looking at her daughter.

   Jerica took my hand.  "Sean says he loves me just like I am, but that
doesn't mean I don't need to evolve a little.  I'll finish up my business
courses, get a loan and start a store or online business, dedicated to goth
fashion and culture.  I'm good and making the outifts, so I might as well
turn a profit, right?"

   "I don't even know if you two can get married because of Addy's and my
relationship," dad mused.  "Then again, I didn't know I would have to
consider it."

   "It's fine," Addy announced, waving it off.  "I checked a few weeks ago,
in case something like this happened, when I saw how Jerica was looking at
Sean."

   Jerica blushed furiously while I turned my head and started at her,
almost in amazement.  "We just need some extra paperwork for you to get
married, if it comes to that," Addy continued.  "Not that I expect you to
get married tomorrow, mind.  Sean has to show he can give my daughter a
comfortable future, after all."

   ***

   "Can you believe it?" Jerica rasped as she squirmed up and down on top
of me in the darkness of her room.  I was fondling her breasts while she
squeezed my cock with her wet pussy.  "They're okay with us being together
and even getting married some day.  They- gnnnnnnn- are gonna let us be
together, Sean..."

   "I know," I breathed, pushing my hips up to meet her thrusts.  We had
moved into her room, because it was father away from dad and Addy's bedroom
and afforded more privacy.  I was working on converting the basement to a
living space for us, until such time as we could get our own house or
apartment.  "It's pretty amazing, isn't it?  Regret anything?"

   "No," she panted, her fingers flexing on my chest.  "I love how you let
me go hang out at my clubs still, when I feel like it.  And I don't miss
dick."

   "But you're bi," I said, tugging on her piercings, and making her moan.
"Don't you miss girls?"

   "Maybe, but you're more important," Jerica murmured.  "I've had them hit
on me, but I turn them away.  I would share one with you, if you were into
that.  That'd work, as long as you didn't fall in love with her."

   "Being in love with one weird goth girl is enough." I chuckled, causing
her to giggle and dig her fingernails into my chest.  We'll talk about
sharing a girl to spice things up at some point.  "And being in love with
you is pretty bomb-ass, I gotta say."

   "Love you too, Plato," she gasped, churning on me and starting to shake.
"Oh God, here it comes!"

   We writhed and tangled as we fucked, coming closer to our shared climax,
now a well-honed and delightful dance of pleasure.  She kissed me hungrily
and I gripped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to stretch her and she
keened in delight.

   Jerica then we rigid and wailed into my mouth, cumming hard.  I moaned
and began pumping my cum inside her.  She arched her back and pressed up,
eyes closed, her beautiful face lost in rapture.  Then she collapsed on top
of me, body damp and flushed almost pink.  Her eyes were glassy and she
turned her face away suddenly, as if embarrassed that I could see such raw
emotion in her.

   "Don't look at me..." she murmured cutely.

   "I don't get you." I laughed, pulling the covers over us.

   ***
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