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 Title: Just One Night


Summary: Brother tells his jilted sister a Thanksgiving story. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,oral,young,hot,sex







   Wednesday, November 21st 2012 -- Chicago, Illinois, U.S.A.

   "I want you to be very careful what you say to your sister Katrina when
she gets home," mom instructed.  Dad looked up from his paper. 

   "Careful in exactly what way?" I asked back.

   "She's broken up with Philip," mom answered.

   "Yes!" my little sister Anna shouted as she threw her left arm up into
the air.

   "Finally!" I said happily as I looked over at dad.  A small grin had
appeared on his lips. 

   "Not one word!  From any of you.  And that includes you Charles
Williams," mom ordered.

   "I didn't say a word," dad protested.  No one in the family had ever
really liked Katrina's beau.  And that included mom.

   "When did she dump the jerk anyway?" Anna asked.  At fifteen sis wasn't
worried about the niceties.

   "She didn't really say.  There might have been another girl involved,"
mom said tentatively as she glanced over at her younger daughter, clearly
unsure what she should tell her fifteen year old. 

   "I told you he was an idiot!  That just proves everything I ever said
about that--" I left off the 'asshole' but everyone in the room was able to
complete the sentence. 

   But it was Anna who delivered the best line.  "It couldn't have been for
another girl, I don't think that weirdo even likes girls," she said.  An
opinion I'd held since the first time I'd seen the wimpy looking, beret
wearing Philip Danson. 

   "She was crying when I talked to her on the phone so I don't want any of
you to say one word," mom ordered.

   That prick had made my big sister cry?  I was boiling inside.  If Philip
had been in the room at that instant he just might never have left it.

   Katrina Astrid Williams, twenty-one years old and a junior at Carleton
College in Minneapolis, a blond who put lie to every dumb blond joke ever
written, a lovely girl who was as nice as she was beautiful, was due home
the next day for Thanksgiving weekend with the family.

   And I, her eighteen year old brother, had been eagerly awaiting her
return from school for weeks.  I was in love with her!  Always have been.
And I'm pretty sure I always will be.  In every possible way!  In ways I
shouldn't be.  And Katrina didn't have a clue about my real feelings.

   I was just the little brother.  Cute maybe but also a pest! 

   Thanksgiving Day - Dinner

   It was just after four in the afternoon when Katrina arrived home the
next day -- she'd caught a drive from a friend at school who also lived in
Chicago.  After a more than four hundred mile trip, sis looked pretty
bedraggled as she trooped through the front door. 

   "Honey," dad said happily as he engulfed his eldest daughter in his
arms. The hug seemed to last minutes and when dad finally released her we
could all see the tears running down Katrina's cheeks.  For seconds none of
us knew what to say.  I think all four of us were stunned; Katrina had
always been the strong one in the family.

   "So," I finally ventured as I held out my arms, "you don't have a hug
for your favorite brother?" Then, without giving her a chance to say a
word, I wrapped my arms around her.  A second later mom and Anna and dad
had joined us in a family hug.

   I knew my sister was crying as I held her, heck I could feel her chest
heaving.  But even as I held her in my arms I couldn't help but think of
her breasts, even though covered with a bra, a shirt and a sweater, that
were pressing into my chest.  My nose, buried in her blond curls, inhaled
the intoxicating scent that was Katrina.  She was home!  My big sister was
crying but I was happy!

   Thanksgiving dinner at the Williams, even with one member clearly
hurting, was always a loud, happy, raucous family affair.  Jokes and
laughter and an endless repeating of old family stories as we all waded
through the mountains of food.  Looking at us, all relatively trim, would
have made anyone wonder where all the food was going to.

   And Kat, although mostly quiet during the meal, a spectator more than a
participant, still graced us throughout with shy smiles and grins.  Sad
grins that near broke my heart.  And although sis had tried to valiantly
hold up her end during the dinner, as soon as the desert dishes had been
cleared just after seven, Katrina fled to her room.

   "Should I go up?" dad asked.

   "I'll go," Anna offered.

   "She's tired," mom cautioned, "maybe it's best to let her rest for a
while." 

   So dad and I settled down on the couch in the den -- then watched a bit
of the College football game before switching to the NFL at just after
eight.  Mind you I couldn't keep my mind on the Jets-Patriots matchup,
instead I was thinking about my sister upstairs. 

   I hated to see Katrina sad but at the same time I'd immediately
recognized the opportunity.  And I knew that if I didn't act soon I'd never
act.  I'd never have the courage to let her know the real feelings I had
for her.  The incestuous feelings! 

   Anna split almost as soon as she and mom had finished cleaning up the
kitchen -- she was spending the night at one of her friends.  A
Thanksgiving night sleepover for five or six fifteen year olds!  I pitied
her hosts; dad and I had suffered a similar fate a couple of months
earlier. And worse still was the fact that the fifteen year olds were
planning on waking up by three in the morning and then trouping out on a
Black Friday buying spree.

   Mom didn't reappear in the den til just before ten.  She'd been up to
see Kat.  "She had a nap.  She's feeling better now.  We talked a bit," she
told dad and I as soon as she'd settled herself down on the couch between
us.

   "I'll go up later," I offered casually.  "Maybe she'll want to watch a
flic or something."

   "Would you?" mom asked hopefully.  I nodded.  "Just make sure you don't
mention Philip," mom cautioned some minutes later when I lifted myself up
off the couch and told her I might as well go up.

   "I'll look in later," she answered as she snuggled up against dad. 
Perfect I thought to myself as I slowly climbed the stairs.  My mind was
racing.  Planning.  Plotting.  Thinking.  Wondering.  Was this the 'now or
never' moment?

   Thanksgiving Night

   "I'm sleeping!" 

   I knocked again.  I was standing in front of Katrina's bedroom door. 
I'd just showered and shaved.  Slapped on deodorant and after shave.  All I
had on was a tee shirt and sweat pants.  It was ten-thirty.  Dad and mom
were still downstairs in the den.

   "Who is it?" A barked out demand.  I simply waited without replying.  I
knew my sister's curiosity would eventually get the better of her.  I knew
her weaknesses. 

   "Anna?" she finally asked.  No answer.  "Mom?" again sis received no
answer.  A second later the door was pulled open.  "Oh it's you.  What do
you want?" she demanded when she saw me.

   "Forget it, you probably wouldn't be able to help me anyway," I answered
and then started to turn away. 

   I'd taken only three steps before her peremptory command rang out. 
"Robert, you come back here!" So I did.  "What do you want anyway?" she
then asked as I slipped past her into her bedroom and sat down on her bed.

   I was still trying to figure out my best course of action when she
added, "And I don't want to hear one question about Philip.  Not one!  Do
you understand?" Her words had given me my opening.

   "Hah!  It's always about you isn't it?  Always about Katrina!  Even
though you're the smart, beautiful one.  The favorite," I accused angrily.
Perhaps the least fair thing I'd ever said to sis.  I hated starting that
way but I knew that I had to get her out of her funk and fast.  "If Anna
was just a little older I'd ask her.  She'd help."

   "Me!  I'm the favorite?  Since when?  And ask Anna about what?"

   "I can't tell mom.  She'd have a fit.  I was hoping that maybe you'd
help me but I should have known better." I knew Katrina wouldn't be able to
refuse the bait.

   "I've always been there for you," sis answered, a hurt look on her face.
"Is something wrong?  Why can't you tell mom?  What is it?"

   "You've got your own problems ...  I shouldn't have bothered you ... 
sorry," I answered as I started to stand up.

   "You're not going anywhere.  Now talk," she ordered as she pushed me
back down.  A second later she'd grabbed her computer chair and had plopped
herself down on it facing me. 

   "What do you think of Sarah?" I asked once she'd settled herself.  "I
mean really think of her." Sarah was my current girlfriend. 

   "Why?" I said nothing.  "Are you two having problems?" I could see that
Katrina had totally forgotten Philip.  I still didn't answer.  "She's not
pregnant is she?" 

   Jesus!  Pregnant?  That was better than I'd hoped for!  I shook my head
no in answer.  "Of course not!  It's something else."

   "What?"

   "You can't tell anyone ...  not mom, not dad, not--"

   "Tell them what?"

   "Promise."

   "Okay, okay, okay, I promise," sis finally conceded.

   "Cross your heart," I demanded.  Glaring, she quickly crossed her heart.

   "It's sorta weird," I started.

   "What is?" Katrina demanded when I didn't immediately go on.

   "You might get mad at me ...  maybe I shouldn't--"

   "WHAT ...IS ...IT!" Katrina, although she could be as kind as anyone,
and had been to me the whole time I'd been growing up, also could be
impatient with someone who didn't get to the point.  Which of course I
knew.

   "Well, do you like Sarah?" I asked again.

   I could see for just a second Katrina wasn't one hundred percent sure
how to answer.  She clearly didn't want to commit herself before she knew
where I was going.  "She's not a blond," she finally offered with a smile,
restating an old running family joke. 

   No one was as blond as the Williams.  We were all blonds!  Light haired
blonds.  Mom and all us kids anyway.  A golden hair color inherited from
mom's Swedish ancestors.  My mom, first name Ingrid, and born a Pederson,
had grown up on a farm in Wisconsin.  She was the daughter of Svend
Pedersen and Astrid Olsen, dairy farmers whose parents had immigrated to
America in the nineteen twenties.  I'd inherited Svend as my middle name
while Katrina had gotten Astrid as hers.  We'd inherited our blondness from
generations of Olsens and Pedersens.

   Even dad, of Scottish stock, was light skinned and light haired, a sandy
red, clearly some Viking raider hundreds of years ago had injected some
Scandinavian genes into a highland lass. 

   All our lives we'd been subject to blond jokes and had responded in
kind. An inside family joke had always been we 'blonds' against the world.

   So I chuckled dutifully in acknowledgement of Katrina's blond line and
then asked, "And what do you think of Mrs.  Thompson?"

   For a second sis looked confused but then asked, "Sarah's mom?"

   I figured it was time to ratchet up the conversation, to give my sister
a little shock.  "She hit on me," I said, then quickly looked down shyly.

   It took a few seconds for my words to register.  Then, as comprehension
dawned, a shocked look appeared on her face.  "Mrs.  Thompson hit on you?
Like ...  like ...  sexually?" she finally stammered.  I nodded.  "Her
daughter's boyfriend?" 

   "Emily has needs," I said softly.

   "Emily?  Who the fuck is Emily?' sis demanded.  My sister never uses
swear words.  In fact I don't think I'd ever heard her use the "f" word
even once.  Which demonstrated to me just how excited Katrina was.  And how
bad an influence Carleton College had been on her.  She should never have
gone up there.

   "Mrs.  Thompson, her names Emily--"

   "What did she do?" A demand.  An imperial demand in fact. 

   And so I told her.  And it was a true story.  Oh I glossed over some
parts and embellished others but essentially what I told sis over the next
ten minutes was true.  Mrs.  Emily Thompson, my girlfriend's mother,
forty-two years old and with big tits, had hit on me.  In fact she'd done a
lot more than that!  It had started slowly, just a slow, growing
realization on my part that my girlfriend's mom was looking at me
differently than she should.

   It had come to a head early last summer.  When I'd been up spending a
week at the end of June with the Thompson family at their cottage on Lake
Michigan just north of Sheboygan.  School had just finished for the year.

   "It was just little things at first.  Maybe it even started before we
got to the cottage, during May and June," I said shyly.

   "What little things?"

   I blushed.  Looked down.  "I don't know.  Touches.  Little smiles. 
Bumping into to me.  You know ...  her breasts," I stammered.

   "She pushed her breasts into you?"

   "I mean it wasn't obvious or anything.  Just little things.  Looks. 
Smiles.  Words.  I wasn't sure at first if--"

   "What words?  What did she say?" sis demanded as she interrupted. 

   "I don't know...  just words." I pretended to think for a minute.  "Like
one day when I was washing the dishes and she was drying ...  after lunch.
Sarah and her dad and sister were in the other room.  I only had my bathing
suit on ...  no shirt."

   "And?" Katrina encouraged when I didn't immediately add anything more.
She was clearly interested in my story.

   "It's embarrassing," I told my sister, then pretended I couldn't meet
her eyes.  "She said I had a good butt," I finally sputtered out.  "Not
exactly those words but something like that.  Then she said my arms, my
upper body looked great.  She ran her fingers over my biceps.  Then touched
my bum."

   "She touched your bum?" Sis was outraged.  "What a slut!"

   "That was all she did that time but...  and then the next day."

   "What happened the next day?"

   "She showed me her breasts ...  her nipples."

   "She what?" Kat was clearly flabbergasted by my recital.  She jumped at
least six inches out of her chair when she heard the word nipples.

   "She asked me to put suntan oil on her back.  We were on the beach. 
Lying on towels.  Sarah and her sister were swimming in the lake.  Her dad
was in town.  She told me to undo the strap of her top before I started. 
And then when I started to rub the oil she sat up a bit.  'On the sides
too', she ordered, I saw the whole side of her breast, then her nipple. 
Then when I started to oil her side she turned so that my fingers touched
her breast.  I tried to pull back ...  I didn't know what was going on ...
I was worried Sarah might come back any time.  When I looked up to check,
Emily, I mean Mrs.  Thompson, grabbed my hand." I was shaking my head as I
told Katrina my tale.

   "But she's married!" sis protested. 

   "The next day was worse," I promised ominously.

   "Worse than that?  What happened?" Katrina might have been angry at Mrs.
T but she was certainly curious to hear all the details.

   "Everyone was going to town except me that day.  To visit some old aunt
or someone.  Then at the last minute Emily remembered that she just had to
stay for some reason or another.  I don't even know what she told them.  I
was down on the beach and all of a sudden she was there.  In her bathing
suit."

   Katrina was on the edge of her chair.  In fact so close that our knees
were touching.  "Did she want you to put the oil on her again?" Sis was
clearly imagining the scene.

   "She said she'd do me," I said softly.  "Said she didn't want me to get
a sunburn.  She told me to lie down.  On my back."

   "She touched you?" I nodded.  "Where?" 

   "She took her time.  My shoulders.  My chest.  Then my legs.  My calves
and then she moved higher.  She talked the whole time she was doing it."

   "What'd she say?"

   "Just things about my body.  About my muscles.  How I was so strong. 
Then she said she wished she was eighteen again.  As she ran her palms over
my thighs."

   "Eighteen!  She's over forty!  Doesn't she have any shame?"

   I ignored Kat's outburst.  "Then she did my stomach.  Slowly.  She
circled her fingers around and around.  Each time they moved lower.  Like
caresses.  I got excited."

   "She didn't--" I nodded yes.  "She touched you?  Through your bathing
suit?" Up til that second I don't think Katrina had thought it had gone
beyond mere flirtation.

   "She pulled my suit down."

   "Ohhhh myyyy gawd!" 

   "I know.  I didn't know what to do.  I mean it was really weird."

   "Then what happened?"

   "My ...  my thing ...it ...  I had an erection ...  I couldn't help it,"
I stammered out, clearly trying to let sis know how embarrassed I'd been.
Actually, Mrs.  T's pulling down of my shorts and grabbing my cock had been
one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to me!  "She kissed
it," I added before Katrina could say anything else. 

   For seconds she simply mumbled out some incomprehensible words.  Then
finally asked semi coherently, "She performed oral sex on you?" I nodded.
"In public?" I nodded again.  "And you let her?  You betrayed Sarah?" I
looked away from sis's steely gaze. 

   "I know," I conceded, a guilty look on my face.  "But what could I do?"

   "Did you cum?  Ejaculate?" she asked.

   "I couldn't help myself.  She was..."

   "She was what?"

   "She was able to ..." Again I gave Katrina a sad, abashed look before
continuing, "...  swallow ...  to get all of me in her mouth."

   "Your..."

   "My cock.  She swallowed it all." Kat started to mumble again.  "Sarah
can't.  Can't get all of me in.  She says I'm too big.  No one's been able
to before.  But Mrs.  T..."

   "How many girls have you been with?" Outraged.  Angry.  "You're just a
boy.  Fuck!" sis was not happy.  But Philip was definitely no longer at the
top of her agenda.  And she also now knew that her little brother was
neither as young nor perhaps as small as she'd always assumed.  Her cute
little eighteen year old brother was a man?  Part one of my plan had been a
complete success.

   "She was much better at it than Sarah," I started.

   "Better?  At--" Sis clearly didn't want to say the words but I was quite
happy to wait her out.  " -"at blow jobs?" she finally finished.  I nodded.
"Isn't that fucking wonderful," my sweet sister muttered.  "You know she
should be put in jail don't you?  That there are laws against things like
that." Katrina clearly wasn't impressed with Mrs.  Thompson's performance.
Or mine for that matter.  But I could see that Mrs.  T was taking most of
sis's blame.  But then she asked, "It was only the one time wasn't it?" Sis
could see the answer in my eyes even before I shook my head no. 

   "You didn't have real sex with her did you?" 

   I nodded.  "The day before we left.  On the beach.  Outside."

   "And where was your supposed girlfriend?"

   "What could I do?  I was at their cottage.  I couldn't leave.  I hated
it," I told sis, a semi whine in my voice.  In fact, although I'd been
nervous as hell those few days at the cottage, worried about not only Sarah
finding out but also about her dad, they'd also been extraordinarily
exciting.  I'd been living on the edge and I'd loved it.

   "At dinner she'd twine her leg around mine.  Run the bottom of her foot
up my leg.  And Sarah and her dad were right there."

   "She's a pig!"

   "You don't know how happy I was to get out of there," I told sis.  A
small lie.  "I didn't know what to say to Sarah.  I knew it'd kill her if
she found out.  And her mother was so--"

   "So what?" she asked when I didn't continue. 

   "She likes it better." Katrina's eyes crunched up.  "She made noises ...
she was wild," I told my sister even as I remembered my afternoon on the
beach with Mrs.  Thompson.  I'd never experienced anything like it before.

   "Wild?  Wild?" Kat looked ready to explode.

   "She talked dirty.  When we were doing it ...  it was like a porn movie
or something." Smoke was coming out of sis's ears.  "She kept saying, 'fuck
me baby ...  fuck me with your big teenage cock.  Give Sarah's mommy your
big cock.  Make mommy cum'.  Things like that.  What could I do?"

   For the next five minutes Katrina bombarded me with questions and
observations.  I happily described my encounter in excruciatingly graphic
detail.  Sis was clearly pissed off but at the same time couldn't keep the
prurient interest she was feeling out of her voice.  She finally asked:
"Did she try anything more when you got home?"

   "I was up north.  I didn't see either of them all summer.  Sarah and I
just texted, phoned...  but I was embarrassed.  And worried Emily might
tell her."

   "What about when you got home in the fall?  Did she start again?" I
nodded.  "You let her?"

   "By then the other thing had happened.  When I was up north.  At work.
The Jewish girl," I said quietly.  Time to take it up a level!

   "The Jewish girl?  What Jewish girl?"

   "Miriam.  It was her birthday.  She was twenty-three."

   "You went out with a twenty-three year old?" Kat asked in a mystified
tone.

   "She was the barmaid.  At Luigi's.  Where I was bussing in July and
August," I told Katrina.  After my June vacation with the Thompsons I'd
almost immediately started the summer job one of my uncles had gotten for
me up north at a resort/bar in the summer resort town of Sturgeon Bay.

   "Did you sleep with her?" Katrina certainly wanted to get to the gist of
the story right away!  But I wasn't going to go at her speed, instead I was
going to lead her by the nose through every single, sexy detail.

   "She's studying for her M.A.  at Northwestern.  In psychology.  Dad's
school."

   "I know where dad went to school," Kat said impatiently.

   "She was different.  Strange.  She had long, curly hair.  Reddish
brown," I added as I remembered the way Miriam's mass of curly hair had
bounced on her shoulders as she'd walked.  And I couldn't help remembering
the matching triangle of thick, curly hair between her legs.  Miriam hadn't
been a shaver!

   "She was always laughing.  And her breasts were--" I left the sentence
hanging.

   "Her breasts were what?" Kat demanded.  I answered by cupping my palms
in front of me and then I slid them through the air in an imaginary
tracing. A tracing that suggested very large breasts.

   "She was fat?" 

   "Unh uh.  Rubenesque," I denied with a smile. 

   "What, you're an art expert now?  And why was this Rubenesque model
sleeping with a boy anyway?" I could see that Katrina, though still
curious, was clearly also getting impatient.

   "We were all staying in the staff cabins behind the resort.  She'd been
living all summer with some guy from California.  But then he left a couple
of weeks before the end of the summer.  They caught him screwing one of the
guest's wives.  That's why Miriam was alone on her birthday."

   "So she decided to seduce some innocent boy?  To cradle rob?" 

   "We just went for a drink.  After our shift.  We weren't planning
anything.  In a little bar in the town.  We talked.  Danced."

   "You're not even supposed to be served ...  you're too young," Katrina
said huffily.

   "Then she asked me if I was a virgin?"

   "She asked you if you were a virgin?"

   "Yeah, when we were dancing.  I told her I was."

   "You lied to her?"

   "She said I was cute.  That if she was sixteen again she she'd have been
first in line."

   "Sixteen?"

   "That's how old she said she thought I was.  Which was bull.  She knew I
was eighteen.  Anyway we danced a bit and then, when we'd finished our
beers she suggested we go back to her place.  She said that she had a
birthday cake we could share.  That maybe we could round up some of the
others and have a party.  She didn't want to be alone on her birthday."

   "And of course my eighteen year old supposed virgin brother who's
sleeping with his girlfriend's mother went," Katrina said sarcastically.

   "It was her birthday!"

   "And then what happened."

   "Well when we got there Miriam opened a couple of beers and put the cake
on the table.  Then she went for a pee."

   "And..." Kat encouraged when I didn't immediately continue.  I was lost
in the memory of what came next.  An absolute total fucking surprise! 

   "She came out of the bathroom naked ...  with nothing on."

   "No way.  You're lying, I do not believe it."

   "It's true!  I couldn't believe it either.  I'd just thought we were
going to hang out.  Talk ...  you know, listen to music.  Maybe have a
beer. And there she was.  In her birthday suit!"

   "You shoulda left.  As soon as she came out with nothing on," sis
pontificated.

   "But it was her birthday!  I couldn't just leave her there alone. 
Besides, you should have seen her."

   "So you slept with her?"

   Sleep with her!  Jesus, that was putting it mildly.  I'd been
overwhelmed.  Stunned as she'd engulfed me in her nudity. 

   "She near raped me," I told sis as the memories of that night continued
to echo around my brain.  "We did things that I'd never imagined ...  I
mean she took it and me to another level."

   "What things?" Katrina wanted details.

   Miriam Rosenberg had been a revelation for me.  She loved sex.  She
hadn't been interested in any silly seduction games.  And although I'd been
chosen by her simply by chance, simply because I'd been handy on her
birthday when she'd been alone and perhaps feeling sorry for herself, once
she'd heard I was a virgin and then seen my penis, she set about enjoying
herself.

   While making sure that yours truly also enjoyed himself.  Immensely! 

   "She said I had the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen."

   "She said what?"

   "She only said that the next morning.  Then she put him in her mouth."

   "But what did she do the night before?"

   I tried to explain to Kat what we'd done but it was near impossible to
describe the total passion Miriam and I had shared.  The animal like
couplings that had seemed to go on and on. 

   When I finally started to wind down my description of the night Katrina
asked, "You had sex with her five times in one night?" I nodded.  "You
ejaculated five times?" I nodded again.  "It's impossible," my sister
proclaimed.

   "She said I was better than the guy she'd been sleeping with all summer.
That if she'd known--"

   "Did you use a condom?" I shook my head no.  "Are you crazy?"

   "She said a virgin should always ride bareback his first time."

   "Yeah right!  Is that what they teach at Northwestern these days?" Sis
wasn't happy.

   "Anyway the next morning when I woke up she was talking to my penis. 
That's when she said he was the most beautiful penis she'd ever seen.  Then
she sucked me."

   "And I suppose she was better at it than Mrs.  Thompson?" sis asked
sarcastically.

   "Unh uh.  Just different.  That's part of my problem.  They're both good
in their own ways."

   "Meanwhile your girlfriend, the girl you supposedly love, is sitting at
home twiddling her thumbs."

   "That's my problem!  I like Sarah but I like the others too.  That's why
I came to see you tonight.  To hear what you think...  I mean you're the
person I trust most in the world."

   "Yeah right.  After whatever woman you're sleeping with you mean. 
Somebody needs to cut it off."

   "My penis?" I asked in a shocked tone.

   "Shut up!" came back at me.  "Now tell me what else happened with this
Miriam slut." 

   Which was going to be tough to do if I followed her shut up order I
thought even as I launched back into my tale.  "We didn't leave her bed all
that weekend.  Neither of us wanted to stop.  She kept saying she wanted
her virgin's big cock inside herself.  That she loved it when my hot cum
burst inside her cunt."

   "She talked like that?"

   I nodded, then added, "You shoulda heard some of the things she said! 
She said I had biggest cock she'd ever seen.  That no one had ever made her
feel that way.  She made me fuck her tits."

   "She did what?" sis asked.  And I knew what her next question was going
to be.  "How big is your penis anyway?  You can't be that big..."

   I wasn't quite ready to answer that question just yet.  "Miriam taught
me a lot that week."

   "That week?"

   "Every night I went back to her place.  As soon as our work finished. 
We did everything.  She taught me--"

   "Taught you what?"

   "Oral sex, things like that."

   "You'd already done that ...  with Mrs.  Thompson," Kat interjected in a
petulant tone.

   "She taught me how to do it to a woman.  To go down on her.  What women
like.  And anal stuff."

   For just a second I could see that Katrina was thrown by the anal
reference but then I saw comprehension dawn.  "In her ass?" Almost horror
on Kat's face. 

   "I'm oversexed."

   "No you are not!" 

   "She told me I'm the most oversexed man she'd ever slept with.  That no
man had ever been able to satisfy her like I had.  That I'd given her more
orgasms in a week than her boyfriend had in a year.  And she said her
boyfriend was pretty good."

   "She's a slut."

   "She laughed when I finally admitted I hadn't been a virgin.  I told her
about Sarah.  About her mother.  She told me I should just keep fucking
both of them.  That I should try to get them both in bed together."

   "That's the stupidest advice I've ever heard anyone give.  Do you want
to break Sarah's heart?  Ruin her life." Kat demanded.

   "I told her about the other girls.  About you."

   "What other girls?  MEEEE!!!!  What could you have possibly have told
her about me?"

   "I blamed you."

   "Blamed meeee!  How can I be blamed?  What did I do?"

   "Miriam agreed with me.  She told me that it's normal for young boys to
be led astray if their older sister acts like you did." Katrina was ready
to explode!  "That's probably why I've slept with so many girls.  Why my
libido's so high.  She says she's studied it, that it's pretty regularly
encountered in her field."

   "Libido my ass.  And what fucking field?" Not happy at all!

   "That's what she's doing her M.A.  thesis on.  Teenage sexuality and the
influence of family members on it.  In determining how you turn out."

   "What a load of crap!  How many girls have you slept with anyway?"

   "Up until the end of last summer?" I asked back. 

   "How many!"

   "Five."

   "FIVE!"

   "Well how many have you?" I challenged back.  We'd finally gotten to the
next stage.  And I knew I had my sister where I wanted her.  I knew she'd
lie.  And I knew it would really get exciting when she found out how I knew
she was lying. 

   "It's none of your business.  We're talking about you now."

   "Well Philip must be one," I said ignoring her.  "And then you must have
slept with Kenny Bridges when you were in high school." Kenny had gone to
the prom with Katrina.

   "I did not," Kat denied even as the blush spread on her lips.

   "And probably Graham Sinclair," I added.  He'd gone out with Katrina
when they'd both been juniors.  In fact I knew for a fact that he'd been
her first.  That he was the boy who'd popped her proverbial cherry.  I'd
never liked the prick!

   "Are you crazy?"

   "And everyone wondered about you and that English teacher."

   "What English teacher?" But Katrina knew exactly who I was talking
about. She'd had a crush on one of her teachers her senior year.

   "So that's four," I answered as I held up four fingers, still ignoring
her outbursts.  "And you must have slept with someone your first year and a
half at Carleton.  Mind you, up there, who knows?"

   "And what does that mean?"

   "Everyone knows about that school," I said disdainfully.

   "It's one of the highest rated Liberal Arts Colleges in the country."

   "Yeah," I scoffed, "for male homosexual studies."

   "I'll kill you."

   "Anna looked it up.  After you'd brought Philip home last summer."

   "Anna?  Our sister Anna?  You involved her?  She's only fifteen.  What
did you tell her?"

   "I didn't involve anyone!  She just spat it out at dinner one night. 
Said that she'd looked up Carleton on the Internet and found that the GBLT
Alliance of America had named it the most gay friendly college in America."

   "They did not!" 

   "That's what she said anyway.  Dad asked her where she'd heard that."

   "Dad and mom were there?"

   "Apparently the male student body at Carleton is thirty-seven percent
gay and another forty-one percent bisexual or transsexual.  That's what the
GBLTers say anyway."

   "You are soooo, soooo wrong." 

   "Anyway, stop trying to change the subject.  We were talking about your
lovers.  We were up to four if I remember correctly."

   "We were not up to four!  And you're the one changing the subject."

   "So there had to be at least two or three at Carleton.  The prettiest
girl at the College had to have been able to locate some of the few
straight guys there.  And then you probably slept with one of your
professors too.  So that's at least six.  Probably seven.  You're
definitely ahead of me," I finished smugly.

   "Two!  Just two!  I have only slept with two boys in my whole life,"
Katrina denied.  But she had caught the compliment about the prettiest girl
I'd thrown her.

   "Liar," I accused.  I was moving in for the kill.  Then I gave her a
knowing smile.  Just when she was about to say something else I turned my
head slowly towards her dresser.  Towards the third drawer of her dresser.
The drawer that holds her underwear.  Her panties.

   It finally clicked!  I saw it in her face when the truth finally
registered.  There was no way I could have known unless ...  "If you ...  I
swear if you--" she sputtered.

   I interrupted.  "Hah!  It's your fault.  Just like Miriam told me."

   "Myyyy FAULT!  How could it possibly be myyyy fault?" Katrina screeched.
She was near cationic.

   "You knew I'd look there.  You wanted me to read it."

   "I knew you'd look there?" Total incredibility in her voice.  "I knew
that my brother would skulk around in my underwear and find my personal
diary?"

   "Every teenage boy in the world checks out his sister's panties.  You
knew that."

   "No Robert, every boy in the world does not check out his sister's
panties."

   "Maybe not the weirdoes that go to your school but every normal boy
does. How do you think boys learn about those things," I added
nonchalantly. 

   For seconds Katrina was incapable of speech. 

   "You've slept with seven guys."

   "I have not!"

   "If you don't want to talk about it that's okay," 

   "I hate you."

   "And reading about it when I was young had a profound effect on me. 
Miriam says that young boys who are exposed to a big sister's wild sexual
proclivities invariably become highly sexed themselves.  Especially when
the sister is blond."

   Katrina seemed to count to ten to herself before she responded.  And
when she did she started slowly, calmly.  "Robert, first of all I'd just
like to say that Miriam is full of shit." Sis was smiling as she talked but
it was a pained, unwelcoming smile.  "Second, I don't care what Anna found
on the Internet, Carleton College is one of the finest schools in the land.
A school that, unhappily for you, you'd never be accepted into." I could
have responded to that last line but I figured I'd let sis run with the
ball for a while.

   "Third, mucking around in your sister's underwear is about the lowest of
the lows." Again I shut up.  "Perhaps the only thing lower would be to read
your sisters private diary.  A diary that was hidden and locked." The lock
on her diary had been a piece of cake!  "And what does being a blond have
to do with anything?"

   "Finally betraying your girlfriend like you've done indicates a
depravity and level of sexual perversion that is almost unheard of.  I'm
ashamed to have you--" 

   Enough is enough I thought to myself, then cut into Katrina's speech,
"So you won't help me?"

   "Whaaaaat!"

   "Well that's why I came tonight.  To get some advice.  I mean I knew you
had lots of experience so I thought that maybe you, my favorite sister,
someone who's always been kind to me even if your behavior did lead me
astray, would be able to help me with my little problem."

   "LITTLE PROBLEM!  Little bloody problem?  Your problem sounds to me that
it's quite a big problem and one that should be kept in your pants."

   Just then we heard a knock on the door.  A second later mom's head
peeked in.

   "Robert, you're not bothering your sister are you?"

   "She's been helping me," I answered as I flashed mom my best boyish,
innocent smile.  "I'm lucky she's home this weekend."

   "She has?" Mom couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice.  She'd
clearly imagined something much worse when she'd heard Katrina's raised
voice.

   "I just had some questions about girl things.  Sarah and I..." I left
the sentence hanging.

   "You're having problems with Sarah?" Mom asked.

   "I'm lucky Kat came home."

   "You can always talk to me Robert," mom said.

   "Teenage girls are weird these days mom.  That's why I needed to talk to
someone like Katrina." 

   "Yeah right ...  girls are the weird ones," sis said sarcastically as
she raised her eyes to the ceiling.  But she didn't give me away. 

   Mom, after checking her daughter's reaction to my words, flashed a small
grin.  She could tell by our tones that her children were in a teasing
mode. 

   "Don't stay up too late," mom advised as she backed towards the door. 
"Your dad and I are turning in."

   "We're probably going to watch a flick.  A good one comes on at
eleven-thirty," I told mom.

   "I could make you some popcorn," mom offered back.  "Before I go to
bed."

   "Would you?" I said with a smile and then popped up off of sis's bed. 
"I'll come with you.  I gotta pee and then I'll help you," I told my mother
as I grabbed her hand and started to lead her out the door.

   "I think I'm too tired for a movie," Katrina yelled at my departing
back.

   "Oh no you're not," I said as I danced back to her and gave her a kiss
on the cheek.  "You promised to help." 

   "You should change into your jammies dear.  The popcorn will be ready in
no time," mom advised sis.  Then mom walked over to Kat, gave her a big hug
and said, "It's so nice to have you home honey.  Seeing you two together
brings back such good memories.  And helping your brother even though
you're hurting -- you make me so proud honey." 

   What could sis say to that?  "I'm going to have a shower first," she
finally said when she realized she wasn't going to escape.  She tried to
sound a bit reluctant but I knew with one hundred percent certainty that
she wanted to continue our little talk.

   ****

   "You know you can always talk to me Robert." Mom and I were standing
side by side in the kitchen.  The popcorn was in the microwave.  I was
pouring the cokes.  Mom clearly had been hurt that I'd felt I couldn't
discuss my problems with her.

   "I made it up mom."

   "What?"

   "I just wanted to get Katrina talking.  You know how she loves helping
others."

   "So you made up a problem with Sarah?"

   "You don't mind?  You don't think it was too underhanded?" Mom was
elated at my subterfuge! 

   "Did she say anything about Philip?" she wanted to know.

   "A bit.  I'm leading her to it slowly.  But from what she's hinted so
far I think she's starting to realize that losing Philip might have been
the best thing that could have happened to her.  And she hasn't admitted it
yet but I think maybe Philip didn't leave her for another girl."

   "He didn't?"

   "I think Anna may have been right about him after all." 

   Mom didn't say anything for seconds.  "He's gay?" she finally whispered.

   "I think so.  I think that's what really got Kat.  Apparently the
College is rife with them."

   "Anna is definitely not going up there for college," mom promised.

   "I'll talk some more with her tonight.  I think all she needs is a
shoulder to cry on."

   Mom immediately hugged me.  "You're a good son," she whispered as she
held me, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheeks. 

   "I love you too mom," I answered.

   Five minutes later she went to bed happy.  I knew dad would soon be
getting the good news.  Meanwhile, I, a tray carrying a large bowl of
popcorn and a couple of drinks in hand, climbed the stairs up to Katrina's
room.

   "You're such a liar," sis said as I came through the door.  She'd
showered.  Her long blond hair, still damp and now unleashed, rode down her
back and over her shoulders and down across her breasts.  There was a hint
of perfume in the air.  She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, her
sleepshirt tucked modestly between her legs.  I couldn't help wondering
which pair of panties she was wearing and whether I'd ever used them...

   "And I'm not letting you off the hook about my diary," she promised as I
plopped down next to her.

   "I told mom you're okay now, that you're glad to be finally rid of him.
That it was just the shock of you finding out he was sleeping with his
roommate.  His male roommate."

   "You better not have," sis warned.  But there was no real anger in her
voice.  In fact she had a little grin on her lips as she shook her head in
exasperation. 

   Meanwhile I was surreptitiously checking out sis.  Sleepshirt doesn't
sound that sexy.  I mean they're not some flimsy, see through negligee or
something.  They're not made with a dÃ(C)colletÃ(C) cut that displays lots
and lots of breast.  Heck, they even cover a girls arms and hang down
almost to her knees.

   But even so, on the right girl, and Katrina was the right girl for just
about any women's fashion ever designed, there can be something quite
enticing about a sleepshirt.  The one she had on was a white cotton,
buttons up the front style shirt that had a pocket and a subtle pink
vertical stripe pattern. 

   And with the top button left casually undone each movement sis made
flashed a hint of her breasts.  Alluring hills that promised so much even
as the shirt masked and protected the nipples that protruded from their
centers. 

   "Okay I've told you all about my problems, now it's your turn.  Give."

   "I ...  don't ...have ...  any ...  problems!  Now what movie are we
going to watch?" Kat asked grumpily.  "And don't you think for even one
little second that we're finished talking about little brothers who read
there sister's private diaries," she warned.

   "You know you're not that bad a writer," I said as I picked up the
remote, propped a pillow against the headboard and then sat down next to
her.  "I mean that scene where you describe wearing red, silk panties to
your English class and then sitting in the front row and letting--"

   "Shut up!  And don't say another word," exploded from sis's lips as the
unmistakable blush spread across her cheeks.

   I started to scroll through the pay-per-view offerings even as I put my
arm around sis's shoulder.  "Lots of young girls fantasize about their
teachers.  Then try to seduce them.  Then--"

   "I did not sleep with Mr.  Jennings!"

   "This one looks like a good one," I said, interrupting my pretty
sister. 

   "What's it called?" sis asked as I clicked the title.  "Stuffing or
Muffing?"

   "It says it's a family Thanksgiving story.  Probably a chick flick. 
Perfect for you," I added as I started to order it.

   "Oh my gawd, it's triple x rated," sis squealed when the blurb for it
came up on the screen.  "Porn?  Are you crazy?  It'll show up on the bill.
Dad or mom might see it." I continued to click away on the remote.

   "They'll understand," I said as I pushed the final button, okaying the
payment.  "In fact, knowing what they now know about Philip they'll
probably be relieved to see you're back watching hetero erotica."

   "You're terrible," sis chided, but she was smiling and snuggled even
closer to her little brother.  Then gasped out an, "oh my gawd!" when the
opening scene of the movie flashed on the screen facing us. 

   "Was Philip that big?" I asked as I nudged Katrina.  The guy up on the
screen was sporting a super sized boner and two girls were on their knees
facing it.

   "That's disgusting.  And so are you," sis accused as we both watched
open mouthed as one of the girls took the cockhead into her mouth. 

   "She's as good as Mrs.  Thompson," I answered as we watched super cock
disappear between the actress's lips.

   ****

   "What'd you do with my panties?" Sis's question came about five minutes
into the movie.  Both of us, sitting side by side, with our legs touching
and my arm around Kat's shoulders, had been watching the movie wordlessly.
I'd had a more than noticeable hard-on since about thirty seconds into the
movie.  Sis would have had to have been blind not to have seen it.  But she
hadn't said a word!

   "Just the normal things," I answered.

   "It's not normal." I didn't reply to that observation.  And it took
another minute or two before Kat's next question was issued.  "You just
looked, you didn't--" 

   I gave her the old 'are you kidding look' in reply then said, "All my
friends did it.  Checked out their sister's or their mother's underwear."

   For a minute neither of us said anything, both suddenly caught up on the
action going on in the movie.  Then sis turned and looked into my eyes. 
"You didn't allow anyone else to see my panties did you?"

   I shook my head no.  "Nope," I said but then, after a seconds thought
added, "except for that one time." Now while it is true that throughout my
teenage years I had availed myself of Katrina's underwear drawer I have to
admit I'd never really let any of my buddies experience the pleasure.  I'd
made that part up!

   "Who?  What'd he do?  Or what did they do?"

   "Just Rickie.  And just once," I lied.

   "Rickie Andrews?  That little prick," sis spat out angrily.  I'd chosen
Rickie because he was a guy I hardly saw anymore and so wouldn't likely run
into Kat anytime soon.

   "He wanted to see blond panties," I said nonchalantly.

   "You're lying.  I know you're lying.  Now what did you do with my
panties?" she demanded.

   "Masturbation," I admitted with a grin.

   "You masturbated into my panties?"

   "Usually your dirty ones.  Ones that were in the laundry.  When I told
Miriam about it she said it was perfectly normal.  That all boys love
running a girls panties over their cocks."

   Sis didn't want to hear anything more from Miriam.  "You ejaculated into
my dirty panties?"

   "Sometimes you're clean ones too," I corrected.

   "Just once or twice, right?" sis asked hopefully.

   I shook my head no.  "Almost every day," I said cheerfully.

   "You masturbate every day?"

   "Of course!  Most days two or three times.  Its normal."

   "Normal?  Three times a day?"

   "I do it at least two anyway.  But not always with your panties."

   "But not on the days when you've slept with your girlfriend...  with
Sarah...  or her slut mother--"

   "Every day!  When I wake up just about every morning.  Then later in the
day.  I know girls don't do it as much but--"

   "But what?"

   "Some do.  Miriam told me she masturbated every day.  She has a
vibrator. Like that one," I exclaimed as I pointed to the TV screen where a
young beauty was inserting a big, purple colored, plastic penis substitute
up between her legs.

   "I do not masturbate every day," sis proclaimed loudly as we both
watched as the actress somehow accommodated the plastic monstrosity.  "And
that's gross," she added as she pointed to the screen.

   "She's double jointed I think," I opined as the actress started to push
the thing into and out of her gaping pussy.

   "Nor do normal boys masturbate three times a day."

   "How often does Philip?" I asked.

   "Shut up!"

   "Have you ever seen a guy masturbate," I asked back.

   "No!" sis replied.

   "Never?" I was surprised by her answer.  Although she'd never written
about it in her diary I figured she must have seen a guy do it sometime.

   "I said NO!"

   We both turned our eyes back to the screen.  Then watched silently as
the guy with the 'supercock' penetrated a latina.  After a few minutes I
asked, my eyes still on the screen, "Haven't you ever wanted to see a guy
do it?"

   "NO!" Blasted out from Katrina's mouth in response. 

   "Miriam let me watch her ...  it was neat.  And she watched me do it."

   "When did she have time to watch?  I thought you two were making love
twenty-four hours a day," Kat said angrily.

   "So I guess you don't want to watch me when I do it later tonight?" I
put my hand lightly on my crotch.

   "Certainly not," Kat answered even as her eyes zoomed in on the bulge in
my pants my hand had highlighted.  "Why would I want to watch my brother
touch his penis?  How gross is that?"

   "That's okay," I answered nonchalantly, "I'll do it when the movies
over. When I'm back in my room.  Maybe I'll Skype with Miriam when I'm
doing it."

   "Skype with Miriam?  She'd watch?"

   "We've done it before that way," I answered.  "She says mutual, over the
internet, masturbation is very healthy."

   "She's a slut!"

   "She says you have nice panties," I answered with a grin.

   "You masturbated into my panties and let her watch?" I nodded.  "Which
ones?" I knew that if I told her sis would never wear them again so I
didn't answer.  Instead I turned back to the TV.

   Kat didn't say anything for what seemed like minutes.  But as we sat
shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh on her bed I could feel her anger
while also sensing her excitement.  Finally she spat out, "You know you
don't have to do it.  You could show some self restraint for once.  That
would at least be a first step." In answer I slipped my left hand, my free
hand, under my t-shirt and then under the elastic waist band of my sweat
pants.

   "What are you doing?" sis demanded even as I moved my cock, letting him
jump upward as I pulled my pants slightly away from my body.  Then I let
them snap back, trapping just my cockhead outside my pants even while
holding the shaft of my prick tightly against my body.  My t-shirt hid him
from her view but sis couldn't miss seeing the head of my cock outlined
against my t-shirt.  After watching for seconds she said hoarsely, "that's
disgusting, put him back." 

   "He needs some air."

   "You're a pervert." 

   "He wants you to look at him.  He wants to see you."

   "He does not.  And he's definitely not going to.  What's gotten into
you?"

   "Just lift up the edge of the shirt," I lured as I took her left hand in
mine and placed it on the bottom edge of my shirt.

   "No!  And why do you have an erection anyway?  I'm your sister."

   "Duh!  Look at the screen for crying out loud." The hero of the film was
by then engaged in a sixty-nine with a really hot, big breasted, black
eighteen year old nympho type.  Neither of us had really been following the
film, in fact we'd turned down the sound as we'd talked, leaving both of us
somewhat in the dark re plot development.  "God, her breasts are as big as
Mrs.  T's," I said as I watched, knowing the words would get a rise out of
sis.

   She didn't say anything.  Nor did she move her fingers from my hip where
they were slowly, and perhaps unconsciously, playing with the hem of my
shirt.  And then, when the girl on the screen started to scream out her
pleasure, Kat's fingers started to move.  A second later my cockhead was
bared.

   "I didn't mean to do that.  Cover it up," she ordered as she stared at
it.  My penis was held in place against my stomach by my waistband even
though it was clearly straining to escape.

   "He's looking at you.  Using his one eye to--" I whispered in Kat's ear.

   "It's ugly," she answered.  But her eyes were locked in a stare with my
cock's eye. 

   She watched wordlessly for seconds before I finally asked, "Do you want
to see more ...  to see all of--"

   "No!" Said quickly and forcefully. 

   "Touch him?"

   "NO!  I said no!" Panic and excitement were in her voice.

   "Push down the edge of the pants.  On your side, I'll push on my side,"
I lured as I put my fingers on the waistband of my pants.  Then I said,
"Christ, look at that," as I lifted my hand and pointed at the screen.  The
film's hero was sitting on his ladylove's stomach and slowly pushing his
big cock between her breasts.

   "That is so disgusting," sis grunted but her eyes quickly returned to my
penis.

   "I think I'm bigger than he is," I offered smugly as I pushed my pants
downward.  Just an inch or so.  With only me pushing on one side not much
more of my cock was exposed to sis's view. 

   "You're not even close.  Look at him ...  he's a horse." And the guy up
on the screen was big.  And yes probably he was bigger than I was. 

   "Mine's pretty big," I answered.  Then I watched as Katrina, trancelike,
eyed my penis.  Slowly her fingers started to move, pushing my pants down
my right hip.  I immediately matched her movements with my left hand.  The
shaft of my cock was slowly bared.  When about three quarters of its length
had been exposed it simply jumped up free, the tension of its erection
freeing itself from the last restraints of my waistband.  Kat gasped.

   "Put it away," she finally whispered after having watched it bob in the
air in front of her for seconds.

   "I told you he was bigger than the guy on the screen," I said as I
pushed my pants completely down my legs and then kicked them away after I'd
freed my feet.

   "No it's not.  God look at that guy," she ordered but her eyes never
left my penis.  "Put your pants back on.  Hurry, what if mommy or daddy
comes?" Real panic was in her voice.  But I was pretty sure she wasn't
worried about our parents.

   "Is it bigger than Philip's?" I asked, ignoring her request and then I
circled my shaft with my hand. 

   "Don't," she pled as I started to move my hand. 

   "Miriam said it was very healthy, sexuality wise, to watch a man
masturbate.  That a woman learns..."

   "I hate Miriam!  And she certainly didn't say it was healthy to watch
your brother do it."

   "That's where you're wrong," I answered confidently.  I was taking my
time with my hand, simply keeping my cock interested with long, slow
strokes.  "In fact her studies show that over fifty percent of girls see
their brothers masturbate sometime in their growing up years.  That it's a
great way for a young female to be introduced to sex." 

   "I'm twenty!  And she's an idiot!" But sis continued to watch my hand as
it moved up and down my shaft.

   "I could call her," I offered.  "I've got her cell number.  We could
both talk to her."

   "Don't you dare!"

   And then, as I sped up my hand, I grunted out, "Give me your panties ...
hurry.  Hurry Kat."

   "What?"

   "Please Kat ...  hurry ...  I need them," I pled.  I was faking just a
bit.

   "Nooooooo--"

   "The ones you're wearing.  Hurreeeeeee."

   "The ones I'm wearing?" But even as she spoke the words her hands moved
to the hem of her sleep shirt and then under it.  It was like she'd been
hypnotized by the cock that was dancing in the air before her eyes.  "Don't
look," she ordered and then seconds later her hands reappeared.  Grasping
her panties, a pair of cotton boy shorts.  Pink ones.  I grabbed them from
her hands the second she'd cleared her feet with them.

   "What are you going to do with them?" she asked.  I didn't answer. 
Instead simply brought the soft cloth to my nose and mouth.  "That is sooo,
sooo gross," sis said in a hoarse voiced exhalation.  A second later I
rubbed the crotch of her panties across the head of my cock.  And wiped
away the big drop of precum that had formed at its tip.

   "Don't get them dirty," sis gasped. 

   "I've used them before," I answered.

   "You masturbated into these ones?" I nodded.  "Ejaculated?" I nodded
again.  "What if I'd gotten pregnant from them?" sis asked irrationally. 
Even she knew that would have been impossible. 

   "Oh gawd, I need help," I groaned as I dropped her panties on my thigh
and recircled my shaft with my left hand.  My right arm was still around
Katrina's shoulder.

   "Help?" she asked even as I released my cock for a second and put my
fingers on her wrist.  Slowly I lifted her hand and brought it toward my
waving cock.  "Don't!" A plea.  But without much force in it.  There was a
resigned tone in her voice.  "You're my brother." Said as her fingers
touched my shaft.  "We can't!" Said as her fingers closed around my
hardness. 

   "Move your hand."

   "Move my hand?" But she obeyed even as she asked.  She was acting almost
as if she was in a trance.  "Like this?" she finally asked. 

   "Give it a little twist each time.  When your hand nears the head," I
instructed.  Meanwhile, my right hand, which had been draped around Kat's
shoulder, slowed started to move down her arm.

   "Put some saliva on him."

   "What?" Sis was mystified by my request.  My fingers found the side of
her breast!

   "Spit on him.  Lubricate him.  With your mouth," I told my big sister.

   Almost mechanically she bent her head toward the end of my cock.  An
excited cock that was bucking in her small, soft hand.  "Spit on him?" she
asked even as her mouth opened and saliva slid out and dropped onto my
penis. 

   "More.  Then rub it.  With your other hand," I instructed as my hand
clamped onto her breast.  Totally preoccupied I don't even think she even
noticed that her brother was now in possession of her tit.

   "Like this?" Of course like that!  My cock was in heaven as Katrina's
two hands worked on him. 

   "Yes," I gasped.  My fingers had found her puffy nipple and were
stretching it through the cloth.

   "You're not going to ejaculate are you?  You'll stop before then won't
you?" she asked. 

   As if!  My penis was already far too long gone.  A process had been
started that would have been impossible to stop.  Seconds later I felt the
first spasm deep inside my balls. 

   "I can't stop," I groaned as the first explosive, sperm laden charge
rushed up my cock.  Her face, only about eight inches away from the end of
my penis when the eruption occurred, was splattered by the first
ejaculation. 

   "Oh my gawd," she squealed as the string of cum landed on a blond curl
hanging down over her forehead and then slid down onto her nose.  Her hands
released me as she reared back.  Another string exploded from my now freed
and rearing cock and arched through the air before landing on her thigh. 
By the time the third spasm rippled along my penis I'd covered the end of
my cock with Katrina's panties.  The rest of my ejaculation, a large one,
ended up coating them.

   "You weren't supposed to cum," sis chastised as I sat panting beside
her. There was a tinge of hysteria in her voice.  "You promised." Of course
I hadn't promised anything of the kind.  "It's in my hair."

   Freeing her breast, yes I'd kept a hold of it all through the
excitement, I reached up and ran my fingers across her forehead and
captured most of the hanging strand.  Then brought it to her lips.

   "No ...  don't ...  please ...  you're my brother." I painted her lips
with cum.  "I don't even like the taste of it," she protested as I pushed
my laden digit between her lips.

   "I'm not Philip, you'll like mine," I promised.  And even though she
shook her head she did manage to clean my finger with her tongue.

   "Was Miriam right?  About watching a man masturbate?" I asked after we'd
both calmed down a bit.

   "They should expel her from Northwestern.  They should never allow
someone like that to--"

   "You know that you're my first blond don't you?" I said, interrupting
her. 

   "What?"

   "Didn't you ever wonder why I never dated a blond?" 

   "No." Said with a pout but I could see she wanted to know the answer
even if the question hadn't ever occurred to her before.

   "It's because none of them are nearly as pretty as you," I told her.

   "I'm not that pretty." 

   "Miriam told me it's perfectly normal for a teenage boy to be attracted
to his sister."

   "There are plenty of pretty blonds."

   "You know, I've never seen a blond one before."

   "A blond what?" But she knew.  And she saw my eyes were locked on the
hem of her sleepshirt.  A hem that was sitting mid thigh high.  "Anyway,"
she added, "the movies over, we should both go to sleep.  I'm tired."

   "You won't let me see it?" I asked as I got up on my knees and then
moved so I was kneeling between her ankles.  "You're not completely shaven
down there are you?"

   "No you can't see it!  And for your information I'm not shaven," sis
answered as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and tried to push it farther
down her thighs.

   "Please!" I pled as I placed my hands on her knees and gently, slowly
started to push them apart.

   "We can't...  I'm your sister...  it's against the law...  please
Bobby," she pled even as she released the hem and allowed me to spread her
legs.

   "You're beautiful," I intoned as I pushed her shirt back up her
thighs. 

   "You can only look, nothing else," she begged even as she lay back in
submission.

   "Don't you want me to do to you what Miriam taught me?" I asked as my
eyes feasted on the glistening pink slit of Katrina's sex. 

   "Do what?"

   "With my mouth.  My tongue," I answered as I let the fingers of my left
hand slide up her inner thigh.

   "Oral sex?"

   "Uh huh," I agreed as my other hand slip up her other thigh.

   "Boys don't like doing that," she protested.  "They never want to--"

   "I do," I answered as I started to dip my head.  My fingers had already
found her blond curls and were in the process of pulling her nether lips
apart.  Her clitoris, popped into sight as I opened her.  And the aroma of
her sexual need was unmistakable as it wafted out of her sex. 

   "You do?" In answer I licked up her slit and then lightly flicked the
tip of her clit with my tongue.  "Ohhh my gawd," she gasped at the exact
instant I touched it.  Her whole body was trembling.

   "Did Philip do it like this?" I asked as I continued to tongue her. 

   "Noooo!"

   "Is it okay?  Should I continue?" I asked between tastes.

   "Yesssss!  But just tonight." Moaned.

   "You're sure?" I asked as I slipped my hands up under her shirt and then
slid them upwards until I found her breasts.  Her nipples were hard,
arching pebbles.  She groaned out as I played them.

   "Pleeeeeease Bobby," she pled.  She was gasping, panting, trembling,
arching her body upward off the bed.  I felt her hands at the back of my
head, holding me against her.  I knew she was close.  I pulled my right
hand back downward until it was resting between her legs.  And as my tongue
found Katrina's clit I pushed two fingers inside her.  Deep, forcefully
into her vagina.  Her sopping vagina.  She screamed.  Then her body started
to buck as her orgasm pulsed outward.

   We were damn lucky Katrina's bedroom was at the far end of the house
from mom's and dad's!

   ****

   "Do you always react like that when a man goes down on you?" I asked in
wonder minutes later.  The power of her orgasm had stunned me.  Kat shook
her head.  "Just sometimes?" Kat was still panting.  Her pussy was
dripping. She shook her head a second time.  "But what about--" She shook
her head again.  But wouldn't meet my eyes.  I suddenly understood.

   "No one has ever gone down on you?  Never?" She shook her head no. 
"Fuck, I knew it!  They are all gay up there at Carleton, that proves it,"
I said as I pushed my fingers back inside her.

   "Most boys don't like doing it.  Everyone knows that.  They don't like
the taste."

   "Then they haven't tasted you," I said as I pulled my fingers out of
Kat's vagina and brought them to my mouth.  She watched almost spellbound
as I licked them clean.  Then I put them back between her legs and recoated
them with her spending. 

   Then brought them to her lips.  Let her taste herself.  Kat took her
time sucking my fingers. 

   "You're beautiful," I whispered.  We were lying side by side on the bed,
facing each other, our lips just inches apart.  "I've always loved you. 
Can I see you?  All of you," I asked as she licked my finger.

   When she'd finally finished she asked, "See me?  Naked?" I nodded. 
"Why?" I didn't answer.  For seconds she said nothing.  Then slowly she
pulled her shirt up until her breasts were bared.  A second later the shirt
was over her head and then thrown down onto the floor.

   "You're so beautiful, you've always been my dream girl," I whispered
into her mouth.

   "I am?"

   "But you're probably not a very good kisser," I said lightly, a tease
and challenge in my voice.  "Good looking girls are almost always poor
kissers, especially blonds.  That's what Miriam found in her research
anyway," I added with a smirk.

   "She's an idiot.  I told you that," sis answered a millisecond before
her lips found mine.  We kissed.  Again and again.  Full, tongue filled
kisses.  Wet kisses.  Hungry kisses.  Kisses exchanged while I let my hands
explore her back and rear end before they slipped around her body and found
her breasts. 

   "It's hard again.  He's poking me," Katrina mock complained between
kisses.  I was pretty sure she didn't mind feeling my cock as it bumped
into her thighs and mound.  "He's a bad, bad boy."

   "He loves you," I answered as we both looked down the space between our
bodies and watched my cock as it attempted to bridge the gap between us.

   "Apparently he loves every girl he meets," Kat answered disdainfully
even as she adjusted herself so that my cock was perfectly positioned at
her gate.

   I brushed a strand of blond hair from Kat's forehead, gave her a quick,
soft peck on her lips and then said, "It looks like he wants to explore".

   "Well he's not going to do any exploring in me," shot back from Kat but
there was an invitation in her eyes.

   "You mean he can't even duck his head inside the door and look around?"
I asked as I moved my hips and pushed the head of my cock into her crack.

   "Don't!"

   "You're wet." My cockhead continued its slow advance.

   "I'm not!" she answered as it popped inside her.  Her lips closed behind
it.

   "He says he's never seen anything like it...  that it's the most
beautiful cavern in the world," I said as sis and I stared into each
other's eyes.

   "What, that stupid thing talks to you?"

   "Of course," I answered with a laugh.  "Doesn't your pretty little pussy
talk to you?"

   "Well, you just better tell him not to go any farther."

   "Not even one more inch?"

   "No!  And he'll have to leave soon."

   "Okay, if that's what you want," I replied.  But there was no way mr. 
cock was going to leave anytime soon.  I simply left him cockhead deep in
my sister.  And then, after a couple of seconds of silence Katrina adjusted
her body, an adjustment that just happened to push about three inches of
penile shaft into her.

   "Don't!  I told you not to move," she ordered.  We both knew it was she
who'd caused the further impalement.

   "Sorry," I apologized.  "He just got excited for a second." I started to
pull my penis back. 

   "Well okay then.  And you don't have to take him all the way out, not
yet anyway," she added.

   "Not yet?  You're sure?" I asked, then dipped my head and captured her
lips.  "Should I move him, just a little?" I asked when our tongues finally
separated. 

   Katrina nodded.  "But not too far ...  just to where he was before," she
instructed as I pushed slowly back inside.

   "He says you're beautiful, that he's never seen one like yours," I said
as I gave Kat slow, short, three or four inch strokes.

   "He's certainly seen a lot of them," she mock complained as her vagina
started to respond.

   "He wants to go a little deeper."

   "He's already pretty deep," Kat answered as we both looked down between
our bodies and watched my cock as it slowly moved in and out.

   "Look how much is still outside."

   "It's his fault!  He's too big," sis answered as she adjusted her body
so that another two inches disappeared inside her with every plunge of my
hips.

   "You should hear him now," I exclaimed. 

   "Tell him to shut up," Kat instructed with a smile.  My cock was getting
bathed in her juices with every stroke.

   "He says your pussy is starting to make noises...  to talk to him ... 
she wants...  more." 

   "She does not!" Said with a soft groan.  But of course she did.  Her
cunt had become a welcoming oven.

   "Can I?" I asked.  It was both a plea and a statement.

   "We can't!" A sad denial. 

   "We have just one night.  We'll never have this chance again.  No one
will ever know." I was still moving my hips but I hadn't yet filled her.

   "It's against the law."

   "Can I?"

   "Just tonight?  Never again, right?" In answer I rolled my sister onto
her back without completely decocking from her. 

   "You don't want someone else to be my first blond do you?" I settled
myself so that I was on my knees between her legs, most of my weight
carried by them and my elbows.  Just my cockhead was inside her.  It was
covered in her sexual juices.

   "He's so big," Katrina whispered as she peered down between our bodies.
I started to thrust.  The air whooshed out between her lips in a deep moan
as I filled her. 

   "Are you okay?" I asked when every inch of my hardness was inside her.
She was tight everywhere...  her vagina was like an oiled vise as it
struggled to accommodate me.

   "You won't cum, not inside me will you?" she asked as I started to move
my hips.  Her cunt was already starting to spasm around the shaft that was
violating her.

   "Not right away anyway," I answered I moved my hands to her breasts.

   "You're an animal," Kat complained even as she lifted her hips in unison
with my thrusts.

   "Little blond slut," I teased.  "Turning your poor little brother into a
sex maniac," I answered. 

   Then it got noisy.  And physical.  Animalistic.  We fucked.  Hard. 
Eagerly.  And since I'd already ejaculated the next one took a heck of a
lot longer to cum. 

   Her orgasm, when it finally came, astounded me.  Her spasms of orgasmic
bliss lovingly squeezed my penis, drawing every thick dollop of her
brother's cum deep inside her.  We both screamed as our orgasms engulfed
us. 

   ****

   "You weren't supposed to come inside me." Kat's soft words reached me
somehow through the panting of my breath and the pumping of my heart. 

   "I love you," I answered as I ran my fingers through my sisters blond
curls and then caressingly across her cheek.

   "Still, you better go now." Said even as she curled her body even closer
against mine. 

   "He says we're not finished yet," I answered as I pointed down at my
cock which was lying across my thigh.  Sticky with Kat's juices and with a
thick drop of cream leaking from its eye.

   "He talks too much."

   "He says a blond has never kissed him before," I teased back as I lifted
him from my thigh.

   "Well one isn't going to kiss him tonight," Kat denied, then brought her
lips to mine.  And as we kissed her hand slipped down and found my
hardness. A minute later I was again inside her!

   Katrina Astrid Williams was the first girl I had sex with that I truly
loved.  It's hard to explain the difference but it's there.  My cock was in
the Promised Land and both he and I knew it. 

   ****

   I turned her over for the third coupling.  Fucked her doggie style as we
watched each other in the bedside mirror.

   Her ankles, draped over my shoulders, were lifted high in the air, her
pussy full of her brother's cock, when I came inside of her the fourth
time.

   Later my sister did kiss my cock.  At some point we fell asleep.  In
each other's arms. 

   Kat wasn't in her bed when I woke up just after noon hour!

   **** Mom and Katrina were sitting at the kitchen table when I finally
wandered downstairs at quarter to one in the afternoon the next day. 

   "Hey," I said as I walked through the door.  They were both smiling.

   "So Mr.  Sleepyhead finally decided to get up, did he?" were mom's first
words. 

   "It's your daughter's fault," I replied, "she kept me up half the night
watching chick flicks and listening to her weird stories." 

   "My stories!  Hah!" Katrina protested.  But the smile on her lips was as
wide as the one on moms. 

   "What weird stories?" bounced in from the doorway behind me followed
immediately by the arrival of Anna.  Laden with parcels.  Clearly her Black
Friday shopping expedition had been successful.

   "You should have heard what she told me about what goes on up there in
Minnesota at that school," I told my younger sister as I raised my eyes to
the sky.

   "Is it as bad as they say on the Internet?" Anna asked back.  She had
sensed immediately that somehow we'd got Katrina back to somewhere near
normal and that it was now okay to tease her.

   "It's a lie.  And you never should have told mom and dad that everyone
is gay up there," Kat protested.

   "It was on the Internet!"

   "So, do you really believe everything you read on the Internet?"

   Anna, ignoring her sister's admonition came back with, "I'm going to
Notre Dame.  Where men act like men."

   "Yeah right.  You're not Catholic you idiot," Kat replied.  But there
was nothing angry in either of their voices. 

   I smiled across the table at her.  For a second her eyes met mine in
challenge.  Then they dropped in submission as a happy grin appeared on her
lips.  We both knew it wasn't going to be JUST ONE NIGHT...

   THE END


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