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 TITLE: Adam 1 - Seduced by Megan's Little Sister

   Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg, cheat, seduce

   SUMMARY: Adam and his girlfriend Megan were both freshmen in college. 
Megan introduced Adam to her little sister Abby, who proceeded to seduce
him.
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in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   "Now don't freak out Adam," Megan assured me, "but I'd like you to meet
my family."

   Megan was my girlfriend.  We met in my American Literature class in
college.  We were both freshmen, both 19 years old.  We dated exclusively
for several months.  Megan was 5 feet 9 inches tall, 130 pounds, long
blonde hair, blue eyes, decent figure, pretty face, you know the type.  She
was the kind of girl you want to take home to Mom and end up marrying.  She
had c-cup breasts, which I hadn't seen yet, but she was a good kisser.  We
hadn't had sex yet.  She wanted to wait until she was married, but if not
then at least until she was absolutely sure she had Mr Right.  I knew she
added that last part just to appease me.  In her heart she really wants to
wait until she is married.  And I respect that.

   Actually we were both virgins.  I grew up in a strict household and then
right out of high school met Megan.  That's why no sex.  I was 6 feet tall,
but only 165 pounds.  I ran track and cross country in high school so kept
the weight off.  People called me a clean cut guy, nothing spectacular, but
I had had a few lady friends say that I was good looking.

   The whole business about no sex was sort of OK with me.  It was
something I wanted to do, to make that wedding night perfect.  But I found
it increasingly more difficult as time went on.  The one thing I was
absolutely sure, as long as I was with Megan, I definitely would not be
having sex with anyone else.  If it meant waiting until we got married then
so be it.

   "Oooo, meet your family," I teased Megan.  "What does that mean?  Am I
Mr Right?" I asked, halfway laughing, halfway hoping.  Listen, I may have
never had sex, but that didn't mean I never thought about it.

   "Shut up," Megan shot back.  "Next Saturday night, my house, 6 PM for
dinner.  I'll draw you a map since you've never been to my house before.  I
don't want you to get lost."

   That next Saturday I drove my car on over to Megan's.  I was clean
shaven, dressed in a new pair of blue jeans and tennis shoes.  I knocked on
the door and Megan answered but she didn't greet me with a kiss, our normal
ritual, which I thought a bit odd.  It made me wonder if she hadn't really
told her parents about us, that we were "going steady" as they used to call
it.

   Megan took me into the living room where she introduced me to her
family. "Everyone, this is Adam.  Adam, this is my Mom and Dad, Mr and Mrs
Reynolds."

   They both said hello and I shook hands with Mr Reynolds.  He had a firm
grip, as I did.  I don't care for those fish handshakes.  Mr Reynolds was
about 5 feet 8 inches tall, a bit hefty, probably around 40.  It made me
wonder where Megan got her height.

   Mrs Reynolds spoke up, "Please, just call me Alice." She put her hand
out and I shook it too, also a nice firm grip, for a lady.  She took her
other hand and put it on the other side of my hand, pinning it between her
two hands.  "It's good to finally meet you," she added.  "Megan has said
such nice things about you."

   Like her husband Alice was at least 5 feet 8 inches herself, just
slightly shorter than Megan.  She looked more like what I would have
expected Megan's sister to look.  I swear she looked like she was in her
late 20's or maybe early 30's at the most.  I should have kept my thoughts
to myself but I promptly stuck my foot in my mouth.  "You look so young,
like you could be Megan's sister."

   Alice smiled.  "I was very young when I had Megan, much younger than she
is now.  I'm 34.  I'll let you do the math."

   I was embarrassed, and glad when Megan spoke up, "And this is Abby, my
little sister." The girl that just walked in was very young.

   "I'm 12," Abby informed me.  "Well I will be next month anyway."

   "She's grown several inches in as many months," Megan explained.  "So
she thinks she's an adult now."

   Abby continued, "I like chocolate, butterflies, and Justin Bieber, even
if he is a bit Yesterday if you know what I mean."

   "Yea, boys, boys, boys," Megan added.  "That's what you're really
interested in."

   The girl in front of me was totally opposite from Megan.  Abby was a
brunette, though she had long straight hair just like Megan, perhaps a bit
longer.  She had brown eyes and had to be no more than 4 feet 9 or 10
inches if that.  She didn't look over 80 pounds or so.  She had on shorts
so I took a quick look at her legs, well shaped for such a little girl. 
She was very pretty and when she smiled it made me smile.  She must have
already had braces because her teeth were perfect.

   "Pleased to meet you," I said to Abby, putting out my hand.  She took it
and gave it a really high shake, twice, and then dropped it.  Turning
around she left the room.  I realized that I was staring at her ass as she
walked away so I quickly turned back to my girlfriend hoping she hadn't
noticed.

   "Well, dinner is about ready if you guys would like to wash up," Alice
said, shooing us out of the living room.  She went on into the kitchen. 
Megan took me to the bathroom.

   "Your family seems nice," I told Megan.

   "Thanks," she replied.  "Abby can be a pain sometimes."

   "I'm sorry for that stuff about your mom's age," I said, feeling
embarrassed again.

   "Mom was only 14 when she got pregnant with me, 15 when I was born,"
Megan confessed.  "That's why I don't want sex until I'm married.  My
biological dad has never been in the picture.  Mom says he was in his 20's
and when he found out she was pregnant, just ran off.  She's never seen him
since.  My dad is the guy you just met and always has been my dad as far as
I'm concerned.  That other guy, well you know the saying, just a sperm
donor.  My mom told me once that he was really tall which is where I got my
height."

   I was done washing up before Megan so she asked me to tell Abby that
dinner was ready.

   I walked down the hall and easily found her room.  It was definitely a
little girl's room, mostly a Disney theme.  I stepped in and Abby looked up
and smiled again.  We didn't talk for a moment, just looked at each other.
I was thinking that in a few years this little girl would be the hottest
thing on campus.

   She tipped her head wondering what I wanted.  "Dinner's ready," I told
her.

   "Oh, thanks," she said.  "I'll be right there."

   I started to walk away when Abby said, "You're not like her other
boyfriends.  You're different.  I mean in a better way."

   I smiled as she continued, "I think we're going to be good friends, you
and I."

   "Me too," I added.

   Dinner went fine, with all the expected questions about my likes, my
dislikes, my future plans.  I think they were trying to see if I was a
worthy marriage candidate for their daughter.  Somewhere along the way I
mentioned about my bike, my Kawasaki.  Abby suddenly became part of the
conversation, asking me all about it.

   "You have to give me a ride," Abby demanded.  "You just have to."

   "Well I normally don't bring it out until Spring time when the weather
is a bit nicer," I told her.  "But I'll be sure to give you a ride when I
do."

   "You do have helmets for your passengers don't you?" Alice asked.

   "Yes Mom, I wear a helmet," Megan assured her mother.

   "You've had a ride?" Abby jealously asked her older sister.

   "A few times," Megan responded smiling.

   "I can't wait," Abby thought out loud.

   We talked some more and finished our meal and dessert.  After dinner a
strange thing happened.  Abby suddenly became like my best buddy.  She was
right next to me as I talked to Megan.  She put one hand under my right
upper arm and the other on my forearm, as if she was afraid I would run
away.

   Megan excused herself to use the bathroom.  I turned to Abby and said,
"I guess you really do want a ride.  I'll be sure to give you a really long
one, the ride of your life." Then I quietly whispered to her, "As much as I
like it, if you keep holding on to me like this, people are going to talk."
I smiled.

   "Oh, sorry," Abby said as she let my arm go.  "I was just, I mean, I
well uh, sorry."

   I laughed.  "You are so gorgeous Abby," I said without thinking.  I
didn't mean to say that out loud.  I reacted to my own mistake by putting
my hand to my mouth.

   She smiled at me for a moment and then said, "I still get that ride,
right?"

   "Yes, of course," I said.  "As I told you, I'll give you the ride of
your life, and that's a promise," I swore to her.  Abby was smiling again
from the kitchen table, turned and left the room.  As she walked through
the doorway, she looked back at me with the sexiest look.  I wanted to
follow her but just then Megan came up.

   "I have to go now," I told her, taking a deep breath.  "I'll see you at
school Monday." I leaned in and gave her a kiss.  Almost like an
afterthought she turned to see if anyone saw us kiss.  No one had.  Then I
left.

   Before I realized it, it was Spring Break time at school.  I had planned
on helping my parents around the house for a week and then back to school,
not much of a break.  I was glad when Megan called me.

   "Hey Adam, my parents will be gone for several days.  Do you want to
come visit?", Megan asked me.

   "Sure.  It will get me out of here for a day," I quickly answered.  "All
I'm doing here is cleaning up the yard and fixing things around the house.
It wouldn't be so bad if they were here to help me but they both work all
day and are too tired when they get home to do anything.  So I'm doing it
all."

   "Bring your bike.  Abby has been bugging me about that ride you promised
her," she warned me.

   This was Tuesday.  I told my folks that I had somewhere to go the next
day and that I wouldn't be pulling weeds on Wednesday.  They seemed OK with
it.

   So that next morning I grabbed an extra helmet, hopped on my bike and
headed to Megan's.  I had to work my way through both ends of town and
ended up taking about 45 minutes getting there.  I lived on the north side,
Megan on the south.

   I had barely put the kickstand down before Abby was right there wanting
her ride.  "Give him a minute to relax first, Abby," Megan told her younger
sister.  Abby frowned but backed off.

   Looking at Abby it seemed she had grown another inch since I first met
her.  She just appeared to be filling out a little bit too, pretty much
everywhere.  Though I hadn't noticed the last time, today I could see her
budding breasts poking out under her t-shirt.  I made sure my eyes didn't
linger too long there.

   It was only around 10 AM but already was turning into a beautiful clear
day.  The morning chill seemed to be fading.  We chatted a bit but you
could tell Abby was on edge, wanting her bike ride.  The three of us were
out of school for the week and Megan's parents gone somewhere for a few
days.  That's why they had Megan stay at the house, to watch over Abby.

   After about a half hour Megan nudged my knee, trying to signal something
to me.  Understanding, I stood up and said, "Abby, what do say you and I go
for a ride?"

   She squealed as she jumped up.  Running over to me she gave me a hug and
then ran out to where the bike was.

   "Please be careful with her," Megan cautioned.  "She's barely 12 now. 
Don't let her do anything stupid like stand up, or take her helmet off."

   "I'll keep her safe," I promised.

   I put the helmet on Abby's head and then stuffed her long hair inside
her jacket.  I told her to basically wrap her arms around my waist and hold
on tight so she didn't have to worry about how to lean.  We waved goodbye
to Megan and then took off.

   Abby had a tight hold, gripping the front of my jacket.  I figured it
was the best position for her size.  Even though Megan had ridden in the
same position las Fall when I had my bike out, having Abby holding me was a
new and different feeling.  She was so petite, so innocent.  I knew I
shouldn't have, but I felt a stirring, an excitement that was more than
just riding my bike with a girl strapped to my back.  I had to shake my
head a few times to try to knock some sense into it.  Abby was only 12
years old, I reminded myself.  OK, barely 12, like Megan said.

   After about 15 minutes I had us up into the hills overlooking the city,
near where the college was at.  I parked the bike and told Abby she could
take off her helmet for a few minutes while we rested.  After pulling off
her helmet she took one hand, slipped it under her hair and pulled it all
out from her jacket.  Shaking her head she flung her long hair back and
forth a couple times.  It was so sexy looking, so hot it took my breath
away.

   "We'll just have to stuff it all back in after a minute," I laughed.

   "I know," she replied.  She paused and then said, "I'll let you stuff it
in." She smiled.  After a noticeable moment of silence she said, "I like it
hanging out.  This is so great," she continued referring to the bike ride.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She then reached up with her hand and
tilting my head down, kissed me on the cheek.

   "Wow, I'll have to give you more rides if I get a thank you like that
each time." After a couple of minutes I helped Abby with her hair and
helmet again.  This time I paid more attention to how her hair smelled, how
it felt to my touch, its softness.

   Soon after we were on our way back to her place.  Now I have one of
those jackets where there is a slit within each pocket that allows access
to the inside.  Abby discovered it.  As I was riding down the street, Abby
began playing around on my stomach with her hands.  She pulled my t-shirt
out of my jeans in the front, although she was still holding on tight, and
had her hands rubbing and caressing my bare skin.  Then slowly she started
working her way down, first just under my belt, then lower.  I just
couldn't help it.  I started to get hard, my dick reaching up to her
fingertips.

   Fortunately we came to a red light.  I pulled her hand up and asked,
"Are you trying to cause an accident?"

   "Having trouble concentrating?" she joked.

   "Yes," I replied as I took off when the light turned green.  But she
didn't let up.  She grazed the head of my shaft with her fingernails a
couple of times but didn't actually touch me with her fingers.

   We were soon home though and Megan had left the garage open for me to
just drive on in.  As soon as we were stopped Abby was off the bike and had
the garage door closing.

   "Are you out of your mind Abby?" I asked with frustration.  "You can't
be doing that while we're riding.  Seriously, we could have an accident."

   "So we can only do that when we're not riding the bike?" she asked.

   "Yes, No, never.  We can't ever be doing that." She had me flustered. 
"You're my girlfriend's sister, and you're only 11 years old, I mean 12."

   "Shhhhh," she said with a smile, putting one finger to her lips.  "I
won't tell if you won't."

   "Just knock it off," I said sternly as we walked into the house.

   By now it was getting on towards lunch time.  Megan had already made
sandwiches for us.  We chatted, mostly about the bike ride, but of course
nothing was said about Abby's roaming hands.

   "I've got an idea," Megan announced.  "I know it's the middle of the
day, but let's go jump in the hot tub."

   "I'd love to but no swimsuit," I explained.

   "Agreed, no swimsuits," Abby responded.  I gave her a dirty look.

   "You can wear my dad's suit," Megan suggested.  "You're close to the
same size." Realizing how far that was from the truth, we both busted out
laughing.  "You can cinch it up tight," she corrected.

   Well in reality her dad was many sizes larger but I pulled the ties
enough to keep the suit on, just like Megan said.  The hot tub was medium
sized and had a number of different sprayers.  Megan sat in the recliner
section that had a water massaging tool that ran up and down your back.  I
sat facing her but the next section over.  Abby sat the same direction as
her sister facing me but on my right side.

   Megan tipped her head back and closed her eyes.  Abby turned on the
jets. It mucked up the water so you couldn't see anything but bubbles. 
That's when I felt her foot rubbing up and down the outside of my leg. 
Then I made my first big mistake.  I tipped my knee outward trying to push
her foot away.  But all it did was allow Abby access to the inside of my
right leg.  It just felt so nice and I thought, what harm could it do, so I
didn't stop her.  Abby quickly took advantage, smiling at me as she worked
her way up my thigh.

   I looked over at Megan and she still had her eyes closed.  Looking back
at Abby I slid down in the water allowing my body to move forward, closer
to Abby.  She took advantage of that too, moving her foot up my leg until
it rested on my groin.  She then began to massage me.  Well it didn't take
but a few moments for nature to take its course.  I got a hard on.  Abby
was grinning as she rubbed her foot up and down my shaft.

   Just then Megan spoke, "Oh, I think I fell asleep." I quickly pulled
back and Abby dropped her foot.  Fortunately the bubbles kept the water so
you couldn't see.

   "Hey, you want a drink?" Megan asked.

   "Sure," Abby spoke up.

   "Not on your life," Megan told her.  "A soda for you."

   "Yeah, anything will do," I said.  Megan got out of the hot tub and went
back into the house to get a couple of drinks.  We were both still underage
but it wouldn't be the first time we had a drink together.

   I turned to Abby and said, "Are you out of your frickin' mind?" as if I
didn't have any part of it at all.  "Do you want Megan to see what you're
doing?"

   "You loved it and you know it," Abby said.  "Your fooling around with a
little 12-year-old girl, you pervert," she added laughing.

   "OK, I was but you've got to stop," I warned her.  "You're going to get
us caught."

   "Look me in the eye," she challenged me, "and tell me you don't want
me."

   I couldn't do it.  Just then Megan came back so I pretended that she was
the reason I didn't answer Abby.  But I feared Abby was right.

   Megan handed me my drink.  As I was helping her back into the hot tub,
Abby grabbed my drink and downed it.  She instantly started coughing.

   "You deserve that, you little brat," Megan told her.

   When Abby could talk again she said, "My God what was that?"

   "Don't swear," Megan told her.  "That was a mixed drink that included
things you shouldn't be drinking for another decade.

   "Oh gee, I'm getting dizzy," Abby complained.

   "I don't have any pity for you," Megan told her.

   "Here, sit down next to me." I set her down, pinned between me and the
side of the hot tub.  "I don't want you drowning." Megan just shook her
head and sipped her drink, leaning back onto her water massager.

   "You OK?" I asked Abby.  She had her eyes closed, her left hand over my
right leg.  Since the bubbles were still running she felt safe in moving
that hand down onto my groin again.  She began massaging me and was quickly
rewarded with another hard on.

   I know I should have pushed her hand away but I just couldn't, not at
first anyway.  But after about a minute I came to my senses and removed her
hand.  She tried it once more so I held her hand between her knees.  That
was a mistake.  She took both her hands and moved my hand down between her
upper legs.  With her hands she moved mine up and down her crotch.  The
whole time I kept my eyes on Megan to make sure she didn't open her eyes.

   Abby then took my middle finger and rubbed it hard up and down her
pussy. Granted, she still had on her swimsuit but it felt wonderful just
the same.

   I did come to my senses though, for real this time.  I pulled my hand
away and moved over next to Megan, giving her a kiss.  "Did I ever tell you
I think you are beautiful?"

   "Once or twice," Megan replied smiling.

   I stayed over by Megan just to keep away from Abby.  She was dangerous.
But after about 10 more minutes we all got out.

   I had to get back into my same old underclothes, something I didn't care
to do.  So when Megan asked me to spend the night, on the sofa, I told her
that I couldn't because I didn't have any clothes.

   "Well can't you go get some?" she asked, speaking slowly as if I was a
dunce.  Of course I could but I didn't know if being there all night with
Abby around was such a wise idea.  "Just ride home, get what you need and
come back.  While you're gone we'll go to the store and get something for
dinner."

   "I'm not going to the store," Abby objected.

   "Well you can't stay here alone while I'm gone," Megan told her.  "So
you're coming with me."

   "Can I ride the bike with you Adam?" she asked.

   "Oh I don't know," I protested, 'it's such a long way, nearly an hour
each way," I exaggerated.  In decent traffic maybe 30 minutes tops.  It
just took me 45 that morning because I was trying to find a quick way to
get there but wasn't too successful.  Plus it was heavy traffic.

   "Oh Adam, let her ride along," Megan pleaded.  "She needs to get the
newness out of her system so she'll stop bugging you about it."

   "Fine," I consented.  Abby gave me a hug.

   I grabbed my gear, got Abby set to go and took off for home on my bike.
It was still mid afternoon and I knew no one would be there.  Actually
that's what worried me.

   As we rode along I tried to hurry, taking what shortcuts I could find.
But before I was halfway home Abby had her one hand on me, rubbing me
again. What made me mad about it was that I was pushing my hips upwards
slightly, up against her hand pressure.  She knew it and rubbed even
harder.

   When we got to my house I told her flatly, "No more Abby.  Keep your
hands to yourself." She didn't respond.

   As we entered the house I told her, "I've got to take a shower first. 
Just make yourself at home, watch some TV or something."

   I have a bathroom off my bedroom, just like the master bedroom does.  I
grabbed some fresh underclothes and went in to take my shower.  After
lathering up and then rinsing off I just let the water run over my head.

   That's when I heard the shower curtain open.  I turned and saw Abby
climbing into the shower with me, completely nude.

   It took me a moment to react, I was so mesmerized by her beauty.  She
really didn't have any breasts to speak of, oh two tiny little mounds with
a dark areola and nipple poking out a bit.  There was just the hint of dark
hair around her pussy.

   But react I finally did.  "Fuck, fuck, oh shit, you can't be in here."

   "Why not?" she pleaded, puffing out her lower lip.  She looked so
fucking sexy.

   "Because, you just can't," I demanded.

   "Don't you think I'm pretty," she asked.

   Oh God in Heaven how I wanted to touch her.  "You are only 12 god damn
years old, that's why."

   "And your point is?" she shot back.  Then she looked down at my groin.
"Oh I see your point," she gigled.

   I swung the curtain all the way open and stepped out onto the bathroom
floor, grabbing a towel.

   "You say one thing but your body says another," she said, nodding to my
erection which was at full staff.

   She let the shower soak her top to bottom for a moment and then shut it
off.  She then walked out of the bathroom backwards making that come-hither
motion with her index finger.  I just stood there and stared at her,
drooling.

   When Abby reached the bed she turned away from me and climbed up onto
it, onto all fours so her ass was even with the edge of the bed.  She swung
her long brown hair so it covered her back and then turned and looked at me
with her sexy eyes.  Her ass was up in the air and I could see her pussy
lips, almost hear them calling to me.

   I couldn't take it any more.  Still dripping wet I dropped the towel and
walked up to her.  "You are one fucking bitch, Abby," I told her.  She just
smiled at me and then turned her head forward like she knew what I was
going to do.

   I positioned my penis at her small little opening, wiggling just the
head inside.  Then without saying anything to her, I grabbed her waist on
both sides.  Pulling her back hard and quick I pushed my raging hard on in
as deep as I could go.  I ripped through her hymen and halfway up her
channel on the first thrust.  Abby screamed in pain.  But she deserved this
the little siren.  Pulling back I thrust in again.  On the third time I
drove all the way in.  I rested just a moment before starting a hard fast
rhythm, fucking this 12-year-old bitch who I knew would one day just be
another whore.

   Oh my fucking God, I just remembered I was a virgin too.  This little
girl took my virginity just as I took hers.  Her channel was so hot and
tight.  I wondered if that's how it would be with Megan.  But the thought
was fleeting because Abby was over her pain now and was starting to
participate in our fucking.  She was pushing back as I rammed myself into
her.

   This all happened over the course of a couple of minutes.  I couldn't
last, this being my first fuck ever.  I shot my load, holding her tight
against me as I pushed in as deep as I could.

   After emptying myself I pulled out and climbed up onto the bed next to
her, collapsing onto my back, my legs hanging over the edge.  Abby laid up
next to me, her one arm and leg up on my body.  We didn't speak but after a
few minutes she moved herself so that she was fully on top of me.  She
kissed me, full on the mouth.  Someone had taught this girl how to kiss.  I
pushed my tongue into her mouth as best I could.  My tongue isn't all that
long.  Abby got the idea and did it to me, pushing hers into my mouth.  The
difference though was that her tongue was much longer than mine and the
feeling was incredible.

   The more we kissed the more our bodies rubbed up against each other. 
Soon my limp penis became a stiff rod again.  Abby worked her body around
until she managed to push herself down onto my shaft.  Once there we broke
our kiss.  Abby sat up almost instinctively.  As she moved her body up and
down my shaft I sat up and took her tiny little breasts into my mouth one
at a time.  I sucked and bit at her nipples, listening to her moan with
pleasure.

   I leaned back and watched as she rode my dick.  I could see a bit of
blood on my shaft mixed with our glistening fluids.  It was so hot looking
at her slide up and down my hard prick, knowing that she was only 12,
knowing that she was my girlfriends little sister, knowing that she seduced
me and not the other way around, knowing that she wanted me, wanted to fuck
me.  It was so hot watching her fuck me knowing that this little girl took
my virginity, ruined the special gift I was saving for her older sister
Megan, and still wanted to fuck me some more.  It was so hot knowing that
this little girl, fucking me this very moment, was barely more than a
child, barely able to even get my prick inside of her, let alone fuck me to
climax.  And she did it all herself.  I didn't coerce her, or trick her, or
rape her.  She did it all to me and was fucking me this very moment.

   Gradually I felt myself building up towards another climax.  I wanted to
drive into her hard.  So I stood up, she was very light.  Flipping her over
onto her back right at the edge of the bed, I was able to stand on the
floor and fuck her missionary style while her legs dangled over the edge of
the bed.

   The motion must have swung her necklace around so that it laid there
around her neck right in front of me.  She had a silver cross.  I didn't
know if she had promised her life to Christ, a born again Christian, or if
the cross held no meaning to her at all.  But the cross on this child made
her look angelic.  I put my hands on her shoulders and began fucking this
little angel as fast and as hard as I could, all the while staring into the
cross resting on her neck.

   "Oh Adam, Adam," she cried, "I'm, I'm, oh, oh." Just then she tried to
push upwards towards me.  I knew she was having an orgasm, maybe her first
ever.  The thought sent me over the edge and I pushed in one last time
before climaxing myself.  I emptied four or five hard shots of my cum into
her before nothing more came out and my shaft started dying down.

   Out of breath I just stood there staring at her.  A moment later I fell
backwards, pulling out of her and landing on my butt on the floor.

   "Adam?" Abby was trying to get my attention.

   "Yes," I said.

   "Is it always that good?" she asked.

   "I hope so," I laughed.  "That was my first time."

   "You were a virgin?" she asked.

   "Was until you came along, you little seductress," I told her.

   "You wanted me.  I just obliged you," she explained.

   "I can't argue with that," I agreed.  "I did want you." I thought about
what we just did, what we would tell Megan.  Then the phone rang.

   I looked at the caller ID.  "It's your sister," I warned her as I
answered it.

   "Where are you guys?" Megan asked.

   "We're just about to leave," I told her.  "I wanted to take a quick
shower." I had the phone up near so Abby could hear too.

   "Well you two quit fucking around and get Abby and yourself back home
here." Megan then hung up.

   "Guess we better quit fucking around and get you home." We both laughed.

   We got dressed, I grabbed some clothes and we took off.  Abby kept me
hard all the way home but this time I let her, and didn't complain.  When
we pulled into her garage I cautioned Abby, "We need to be careful.  Don't
do anything that will look suspicious." I talked as if Abby and I were
going to continue our affair but I knew we couldn't.  It was a one-time
event, incredible as it was.

   Abby shut the garage door, the darkness enveloping us.  She kissed me
deeply and whispered, "We're fucking again before you go home." She then
turned and walked into the house, leaving me in a daze.

   "You guys took long enough," Megan complained.

   "I told you on the phone, I wanted to take a shower," I reminded her.

   "Well you stink already," she replied.  "You'll need another one before
you kiss me.  Hurry up too because dinner is almost ready.  We're eating
early tonight."

   I got out of my clothes in Megan's room and darted across the hall with
my clothes in my hands to the bathroom.  As I walked in, there was Abby. 
When she saw me standing there nude she smiled.  "Aren't you afraid that
Megan will hear us."

   "Stop it," I replied.  "I need to take a shower again, Megan's orders."

   "Are you sure I can't join you?" Abby teased.  "I could wash your
back...and your front.  We can have a nice slow fuck this time."

   "You better get out now or we're both in trouble," I warned.

   "We'll fuck later then," she promised.

   Dinner went quick.  We cleaned up and then sat in the living room
watching some TV.  We all sat on the couch with me in the middle.  The TV
was slightly to the right as was Megan on the couch.  It allowed her to
lean back into me with my right arm around her.  She let me give her little
kisses on the neck and ear as we watch some romance movie.

   It was a little cool in the house so Megan got a blanket that that
stretched across all of us.  Abby was to my left.  With the blanket over us
no one could see that she was gently rubbing my shaft, keeping it nice and
hard.  At the same time I reached my left hand back down to her pussy.  She
was in a loose fitting pair of shorts with no panties on.  I rubbed my
finger back and forth across her clit.

   Abby was getting pretty wet so I slid my middle finger inside of her and
began to finger fuck her.  This went on for five minutes before she clamped
her legs together tight, holding my hand immobile.  I didn't want Megan to
hear Abby groan so I leaned close to Megan's ear and whispered, "I wish we
were married right now.  Do you know what I would do with you?" Megan
smiled so I added, "And I would do it all night long too."

   Abby finally relaxed, releasing my hand.  "I'm going to my room," she
said as she left.

   Megan and I spend the next half hour making out.  She was a good kisser.
But each time I tried to do anything more, even touch her breasts, she
pushed my hand away.  "No, we can't," she would tell me.  "I want to but we
can't.  I won't be able to stop.  You know how I feel about that."

   We watched another movie and then decided to go to bed.  Megan made up
the couch for me to sleep on.  Abby never did come back out from her room.
Soon the lights were out, the house quiet with everyone in bed.

   I had slept a couple hours when started dreaming about Abby, about us
having sex, how I had cheated on Megan with her own little sister, how I
loved every second of it.  In my dreams I was on my back and Abby on top of
me, slowly fucking me.  It felt so wonderful, so real in fact that I
actually climaxed.  That's what woke me up, only to find Abby truly fucking
me.

   "Oh my god Abby," I said.  "What if Megan heard you?"

   "Megan takes a sleeping pill at night," she answered.  "Did you like our
slow fuck?"

   "It was so slow I slept through it all," I smiled.

   "Come on, let's go to the hot tub," she suggested.

   "Megan won't hear us right?" I asked.

   "Not a word, and don't bother with any swimsuit either," she stated.

   In the dark we slipped into the hot tub, both naked as a J bird.  We
began kissing like re-united lovers.  It didn't take long for the heat of
the water and the heat boiling up between us to harden me back up.  Once
Abby realized I was rigid again she slid her body down onto me.  Then with
the ease provided by the water she began to glide her body up and down my
shaft.

   We continued to kiss as we fucked in the hot tub.  I could tell when
Abby was getting close to her climax as her steady rhythm gave way to
faster more jerky movements.  The knowledge that I was giving Megan's
little sister to another orgasm was too much to keep me from climaxing
myself.  As I began to shoot my cum up into her we both held each other
tightly, our lips pressed together.

   Abby was the only person I had ever had sex with but I couldn't imagine
it being better than this, ever, with anyone.  Not even Megan.  If she
asked me to fuck her now and I had to choose between Megan and Abby, I
would choose Abby, without hesitation.

   When it was over we got out of the hot tub, dried off and got back into
our night clothes.  I smiled as Abby tucked me into my couch bed.  She
whispered to me, "I know that we can't be together yet as boyfriend
girlfriend.  I'm too young for you.  So I need you to keep being Megan's
boyfriend.  In that way you'll be around her more and we can fuck.  I never
thought it could be this good so I don't want it to stop.  You do want to
keep fucking me don't you?"

   "Of course I do," I admitted.  "I'll try not to screw things up with
Megan.  But it might be tough getting alone with you."

   "I'll figure that out," Abby assured me.  "Just don't fuck her.  That
would ruin everything.  You know what she thinks about that.  Just keep
stringing her along.  I don't care if you kiss her.  But I'm the only one
you fuck, OK?  I want you all to myself."

   Then she kissed me.  I kissed her back.  Soon we were making out.  She
climbed onto the couch, our bodies as close as ever, continuing to kiss. 
It wasn't long before I found myself on top of her, between her legs.  She
lifted her knees up and said, "I want that cock inside me one more time
tonight."

   I pushed into her and began our last fuck of the night.  We slowly
fucked for 15 minutes before I came.  As I shot one more load into this
little girl's body she wrapped her legs tight around me and climaxed.

   "Oh god, I will never get tired of that," she said.  "I want to stay
here with you all night, but I don't dare, in case Megan wakes up.  I love
you Adam.  I love you so much.  Save all your fucking for me, OK?  Promise
me."

   "I promise, I'll fuck only you," I replied.

   The End (until I broke my promise).