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The following story deals with consensual sex between
adults and/or minors (most of which are blood relatives)
under extenuating circumstances.
This story should not be read by minors or by those which
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I've had a big chunk of this story sitting around on my hard drive since mid-
96 and now that Armageddon and Deep Impact have raked in all the coins,
I submit for your approval some of the stuff they didn't have in their
movies......... Chili 10/98
Heaven Sent
by Chili Peeler
PROLOGUE
>From the June 3, 1996 issue of Time magazine:
A SHOT ACROSS THE EARTH'S BOW
Last week's heavenly near-miss was a record. Are we ready for the next
incoming asteroid?
"Early last week, [a] celestial interloper whizzed by Earth, missing the
planet by 280,000 miles - a hairbreadth in astronomical terms. Perhaps a
third of a mile across, it was the largest object ever observed to pass that
close to Earth."
"[It] has been calculated that if the asteroid had struck Earth, it would have
hit at 58,000 m.p.h. The resulting explosions, scientists estimate, would
have been in the 3,000-to-12,000 megaton range...like taking all of the U.S.
and Soviet nuclear weapons, putting them in a pile and blowing them all
up."
"Neighboring space teems with many more...Near Earth Objects, asteroids
and comets with orbits that pass close to Earth's path around the sun.
More than 100 NEOs big enough to cause the kind of worldwide disaster
that wiped out the dinosaurs...have already been identified and charted.
[The] Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, notes that an
estimated 2,000 more of these mountain-size hulks may be lurking
undetected out there."
"The world, however, still seems largely unconcerned with the danger
posed by large bodies hurtling in from space, despite the spectacle two
years ago of Asteroid Shoemaker-Levy 9 riddling the planet Jupiter with
mammoth explosions."
Chapter 1
July 13, 2002 was a very bad day. That was the day the world learned
of its own impending demise.
Kelly Farento was in the kitchen of the family's summer retreat home
in upstate New York finishing the preparation of a lunch salad. The
temperature outside was in the low 80's and forecast to get even hotter
over the weekend.
She loosened another button on her cotton blouse and flapped the
opening to stir some cooler air across the top of her bosum. The central air
conditioning unit had gone on the fritz shortly after they had arrived for
their
three week vacation. Getting someone out to repair the unit had been
fruitless to that point.
Still, she wasn't going to complain; nine months ago, she didn't have a
pot to piss in. Nine months ago she had been single, in debt up to her
eyeballs and living in a one bedroom apartment.
Then, her employer had asked her out to dinner. That, in itself, had not
been all that surprising; she was, after all, a fairly attractive woman.
Growing up, Kelly Hayes she had always considered herself an ugly
duckling; she had been gawky and overweight. Then, the summer of her
junior year of college, her body had changed rather dramatically.
Her face had thinned, leaving her with noticeable cheek bones and a
delicate chin under a full mouth. Her breasts, which had also lost mass,
had turned out to be one of her favorite features; "nice handfuls" as her
husband liked to describe them. She was always watching her weight,
keeping an eye on the little bit of a tummy that she could never seem to
lose and hoping that she could keep her ass in her 36 inch jeans.
Hank liked to tell her that she would have looked right at home in a
porch scene from a TV show called Hee Haw. Kelly had never seen the
show but he described it as being a bunch of gorgeous looking hillbilly
women laying around on a front porch with a bunch of ugly hillbilly men not
paying any attention to them.
After blossoming, she had pretty much squandered her good looks on
a series of loser men - men who had taken her nowhere. It had erked her
that she had not been able to find a man that wanted to really care for her.
She'd ended up in Chicago, found a job as a secretary at a small
computer company and settled into a monotonous routine of living from
payday to payday. The company created some new technological wonder
in the computer field and went public, making the president of the
company, her boss, a very rich man.
And he was a good looking guy. Only problem was he was happily
married, had kids, etc.
She worked there another two years.
Then, his wife got sick..very sick. A cancer that spread very quickly.
She had died five months later.
Her boss asked her to dinner four months after his wife's death. Dinner
led to more dinners and then to a mutual desire to take it further. He was
great in bed and apparently he thought the same of her. His courtship
lasted four months and she found herself being asked to marry him.
Ms. Kelly Hayes became Mrs. Henry Farento and she suddenly found
herself in a world of summer homes and winter homes and matching
Mercedes Benzs.....
Everything was perfect with the exception of a frosty relationship with
his two teenage children; they were not over the death of their mother and
saw her as an outsider, someone trying to replace their dead mother.
Kelly felt like she was caught between two worlds; at 27, she was only
seven years older than her husband's son and her husband was seventeen
years older than she was. Henry projected her as someone that his kids
had to respect and Kelly would have been just as happy to be treated like
and older sister.
The high twitched squeal of her seventeen year old stepdaughter,
Joanna, came through the open kitchen window, followed by a large
splash. Kelly looked out through the window down to the lakeshore.
Her husband stood on the boat dock looking down at a spreading
series of circles in the water. Then she saw Joanna's head appear from
beneath the water, hands smoothing her wet hair away from her face.
"That's not fair, Dad. I wasn't ready," his daughter complained and
laughed at the same time.
"There are no rules in King of the Dock!" her husband, Henry, or Hank
as he liked to be called, proclaimed as he raised his arms above his 6' 1"
frame. Poor Joanna at 5' 7" and 95 pounds, a very slender girl, really didn't
stand a chance in their game but they had been playing it for years
apparently.
Her husband dove into the lake as Joanna pulled herself up out of the
water, stood on the dock, and began rearranging her bikini bottom.
'I keep telling her to wear a one-piece but she won't listen,' Kelly
thought as she watched Joanna pull her bikini bottom back into place
around her derriere. 'That's because you're the evil stepmother.'
Joanna had inherited her dead mother's good looks and, at 17, had
already been modeling for 2 years. Most of her work had been for
magazines like Teen Beat and Seventeen and some small catalogues but
she had signed with new modeling company and after they got back from
their vacation, Joanna was going to be going to New York.
Joanna had a intense, distinctive face. She had classic bone structure
with a high forehead and beautiful cheekbones that funnelled down into a
narrow chin and a small mouth with thin lips. Her nose looked a little
squashed, sort of pug, but again that look made her stand out. Her
piercing hazel eyes seemed to sparkle right out of her pictures.
Joanna's legs were long and gorgeous and seemed to have developed
faster than the rest of her coltish body. She had a super small waist and a
torso that always showed a trace of her ribcage. Her breasts were small,
high-riding swells.
Her Lady Godiva-like naturally straight brown hair was down to the
small of her back. She had highlighted it with some lighter tones and it
contrasted with her tanned skin. She either pulled her hair straight back
and braided it in a long row down her back or she parted her hair to the left
and swooped it over her head, letting some of the hair lie in front of her
right shoulder, partially covering the right side of her face.
As Kelly turned back to finish slicing a carrot into her salad, her new
stepson, Jim, came bounding down the back staircase into the kitchen. He
immediately stuck his head into the refrigerator in search of more
sustenance; the boy ate like a horse.
Jim was a wrestler at Notre Dame and was constantly working out to
get stronger and at the same time trying to keep exactly 185 lbs on his 5'
10" muscular frame. He was the spitting image of his father; dark, naturally
curly hair, big-boned, sort of cocky.
"There's meatloaf down in the bottom container," Kelly said, trying to
be helpful.
He grabbed the covered meatloaf but didn't offer any thanks for the
suggestion, just grabbed a loaf of bread with the other hand and brought
both to the kitchen island counter where she was standing.
'You're welcome, you little shit!' Kelly thought.
Flustered, she dropped her fork on the floor as he was closing the
bread bag. She bent beside him to pick it up and saw it had left a glob of
dressing on the floor.
"Jim, hand me a....' she began as she looked up at her stepson. She
saw Jim sweep his eyes up to the window but she was sure he must have
been looking down a second before....down the front of her partially opened
blouse! He must have had a clear view of the upper swells of her breasts
and the pink bra she was wearing, "....napkin. I've got some dressing on
the floor."
"Sure, here you go." Jim handed one down without looking and went
on preparing his sandwiches. She wiped up the spill and moved off toward
the livingroom with her salad after getting a new fork.
As Jim prepared his sandwiches, Kelly sat down on the livingroom
couch and used the remote to turn on the TV in the entertainment console.
She sat back and flicked through the channels in search of a noon time
news program. The local channel's news was uninteresting; something
about a referendum coming up and local school matters. She flicked to
CNN and put the remote down and began to eat her salad.
CNN was showing a news conference of some sort and the caption at
the bottom of the screen said 'Helsinki, Finland - LIVE' and Kelly half-
listened as she ate her salad. An announcer's voice came in and it caught
Kelly's attention.
". . .you are listening to a live press conference taking place at this
moment in Helsinki. The speaker is Arkady Malatov, renowned Russian
astronomer, who has defected this morning from his homeland. His
startling claim has certainly shocked everyone at the conference and I am
sure, everyone that is listening over our network."
Kelly was paying attention now as the feed from the conference came
back on. Reporters were shouting questions at Malatov, a dumpy, ill-
dressed academician. One reporter won out and his question was
recognized.
"MR. MALATOV, how long has your government known about this?"
Malatov leaned into his microphone and answered in broken English.
"The object...ah, is known for five months."
Again there was a flurry of question shouted.
"Do you think this object is a asteroid? Has it been seen in the past
here on Earth?"
"No, not a asteroid...would have been seen by everyone if
asteroid...asteroid, maybe...I can not say...perhaps. The orbits of these,
ah, bodies may be thousands of years." Malatov threw up his hands
"Why did the Commonwealth of Independent States not disclose this
information sooner?"
"My government...it, for reasons....withholded the information. I
have...
ah, reason to believe that the information was withholded so my country
could construct, ah, underground shelters."
The conference exploded into more shouted questions. Kelly realized
she had come into the conference after some announcement and they
were talking about a asteroid and shelters. Her stomach began to hurt.
* * * * * * * * * *
'Dad sure did all right for himself,' Jim admitted as he mashed the top
piece of bread on his sandwich. There was something about Kelly that
really turned him on.
She wasn't a knockout, per se. Her face was pretty, not stunning. Her
mouth had a prominate upper lip and it always seemed to be hanging open
like she had to breath through it all the time. Her blonde shoulder-length
usually tucked behind her ears. Her tits, once totally exposed, were
probably incredibly seductive; the quick look he'd gotten a minute ago had
just engrained the word SUCCULENT on his mind. She had a nice pair of
legs; not fashion model thin like his sister's but they seemed to jiggle all
over with a little babyfat. And there was the way she carried herself, some
of that Southern belle attitude.
He didn't want to not like her.... but he did. He just wished he could be
sure that she wasn't a golddigger...and that his father hadn't been sleeping
with her before his mother died. He'd never spoken to his Dad about it,
obviously, but the speed which he'd gotten re-married had left him and his
sister wondering.
He tried to dispel the image of his stepmother's cleavage and turned
his mind to females he actually had a chance with. The quick view down
Kelly's blouse only reminded him how much he wanted to get back to
civilization and all those feminine distactions.
'Only a week to go and then it's back to Chicago. Still plenty of time
left in the summer to chase some skirt,' Jim silently hoped.
While he enjoyed all the outdoor activities that the all-surrounding
Adirondack Mountains offered, the nightlife was nil. It was over a hundred
and fifty miles as the crow flies to Lake Placid. Their lakefront home was
accessible by a dirt logging road and there was maybe ten other homes on
the long lake. Getting away from it all was an understatement.
"Jim!" Kelly called from the livingroom.
"Yeah?"
"Go get your father for me."
"He's swimming."
"I know he's swimming. Tell him I need to see him right away. Go!"
Sighing in exasperation, he put down the sandwich he'd been getting
ready to bite into and went out the front door to get Dad for his bossy
stepmother.
* * * * * * * * * *
Kelly focused back in on the TV as she heard Jim go out the front door
to get Hank.
"DR. MALATOV! Dr. Malatov, do you have any hard evidence to
support your claims?"
"Evidence which I have with me...ah, is top secret. Impossible for me
to bring total data, reports. I have given to Dr. Osterman...a disk with
calculations. Certainly, location of asteroid.....others can verify.
Calculated
through computers in my country leave...no doubt."
"WHEN WILL, when will the impact occur? Where will it strike?"
"It was sighted too long, ah, to late to have hopes of stopping. It will
hit
in August the 9th! Where? .impossible to make this observation."
Just then, Hank came in with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hank! Come here! Listen to this, it's..it's crazy. This guy is talking
about a asteroid that's going to hit the Earth!"
"What?! " her husband said as he came over to stand by her. Both
watched as the next question was shouted.
"DR. MALATOV! DOCTOR! What should people be doing to try to
prepare?" another reporter shouted over the others.
The cameras tightened in on the flabbergasted astronomer. His
flustered state suddenly turned into anger.
"YOU ARE NOT LISTENING! The asteroid..it...the mass..and the
velocity...these are too great! Shelter nowhere! Any built by my country
will not do any good..the effects of the, ah, meeting, no...collision will be
long-term, years and years..." The conference room was as silent as a
tomb. "There is reason to believe.... to fear...that the world will not
withstand......impact will.... will..." Malatov struggled. "Ah, to cause...end
of civilization as now is."
The press conference dissolved into bedlam, reporters yelling out
questions, flashbulbs going off as Dr. Malatov was wisked from the room
by security personnel and reporters rushed the table.
Joanna and Jim came barreling through the door, laughing and carrying
on. They quieted down when they saw their father holding their teary-eyed
stepmother on the couch.
* * * * * * * * * *
"It's got to be a mistake," Joanna said, getting up from dinner table
where she hadn't done more than pick at her food, "It's a lie."
Supper time had been very quiet as each person tried to grapple with
the fact that their own death might be hurtling down from the sky.
Hank, the analytical thinker, had watched all the news reports and he
had tried to put on a good face but he didn't want any of the family to bury
their heads in the sand about the asteroid.
He knew enough to about politics to be skeptical about the spin
coming from out of Washington; they had nothing to gain by collaborating
any of the facts. Widespread panic would probably destroy a good part of
the country if hope was taken away.
Even he was holding out hope because the thing could go either way.
Take for instance, Malatov. He believed that Malatov believed the
asteroid was going to hit the Earth. Astronomers and astrophysicists
around the world painted Malatov as a respected member of the scientific
community. All who knew him believed that he would not have defected
over something he wasn't absolutely sure of. They pointed out he had left
behind his family to bring his message to the rest of the world.
The old Russian government denied having kept the information a
secret; they claimed the asteroid had only recently been discovered and
there was no mass shelter building underway to try to save a portion of
their population. They even brought forth medical records that showed
Malatov was having emotional problems.
Other scientists that worked at Malatov's facility could not be found by
Western journalists working in the CIS; it was speculated that they were
being hidden. This only undermined the Soviet's position.
"Come on, Joanna," Hank said, getting up and hugging her, "Baby,
everything's going to be all right. I know you're scared....we all are. But
we're not sure this thing is even going to hit the Earth. It might all be some
big mistake. So don't give up hope. We haven't got all the facts."
"Let's go see if they're saying anything different," Jim said, getting up
from the table and heading toward the livingroom.
"You guys go ahead," Kelly said with a weak smile, "I'll clean up and
be in in a few minutes.
"All right, thanks, honey." Hank kissed her and went with his daughter
into the livingroom where Jim had CNN on. It seemed to be the best source
for information. Somehow they had got the only cameras at the initial
Malatov press conference.
Kelly put the dishes in the dishwasher and soaked the roasting pan in
some hot water and went into the living room. Hank was sitting on the
couch with his arm around his daughter and Kelly schrunched against him
on the other side.
"Who's that?" she asked. On the screen a man, squinting in the sun,
was being interviewed outside of an observatory.
"He's works at an observatory in Australia," Hank said. "Apparently
they spotted the asteroid also....listen."
"....this information be useful?" the interviewer ended.
"Yes, certainly it will..uh, we have a full ten days of observations of
the
body which certainly can be used to better determine its path....we had
been able to determine that there was a possiblity of a close approach by
the object. Malatov and his people had been plotting it for far longer but at
least, our data may be of some assistance in verifying what Malatov is
claiming."
"When do you think they will have a definitive answer on the asteroid's
true path?" the reporter asked. "
"Well, uh, I would have thought they would have had an answer before
now...again, we don't know what information Malatov has given to the
Americans and the European governments...we sent our data to Unsel and
his team at Cambridge almost six hours ago. Since they're using the
Crays and the object is so close in astronomical terms, I would think they
have the answer."
"Do you think that the fact that we have not been notified has any
meaning?"
"I hope it doesn't mean bad news obviously...it may be that they are
double and triple checking the calculations, I don't know."
"Thank you, Dr. Halvorsen....this has been Harold Leonhard reporting
from Falmouth, Australia...we return you now to the CNN News Center in
Atlanta."
"He's got a point," Hank said. "If they're using the Crays, they probably
do know already.....hell, they can probably tell you where it'll hit."
"So you think it's going to hit?" Jim asked.
"If they knew it wasn't going to hit, they sure wouldn't be keeping it a
secret," Henry said gloomily.
"Dad, would they even tell us if it was going to hit?" Jim said.
It was a good point. Hank had been mulling that over most of the day.
If it was true, if it was going to hit, the news would devastate
everything
that currently was, rip the fabric of society to shreds. Things would get real
ugly.
But not giving people the time to prepare would be equally as bad.
Withholding the information, letting people continue going to work, wasting
their time on immaterial items when they could be with their families, the
religious not being given the chance to really get right with whatever God
they prayed to...
Which was worse?
* * * * * * * * * *
"All circuits are busy. Please try your call later." Kelly hung the phone
up, hugged her knees to her chest and leaned back against the headboard
of her bed.
It had been impossible to get an outside phone line since the news had
broke the previous afternoon. The press conference had gone out all over
the country, all over the world. The phone system was just not able to take
the huge volume of calls as families tried to reach each other.
Kelly had been trying to reach her older brother, Lester. He lived down
in New York City and eventhough he was a shiftless, amoral asshole, she
was terribly worried about him.
The President had spoken to the nation earlier, almost 24 hours after
the Malatov press conference. He had urged citizens to remain calm and
then had lay out what they had learned.
It was believed that the object was an asteroid that had been pushed
out of its orbit beyond Mars. That was how they explained it not being
discovered until it was so close.
Yes, there was a chance that the Earth and the object were on a
collision course. But he stressed that it was not a certainty; the object
was too close in to get a definite trajectory and he emphasized that it the
information Malatov had brought could have been made intentionally
misleading, they in fact, could be lies that were meant to disrupt the
world's "natural order."
A nation-wide curfew had been ordered, the national guard and select
army units were hitting the streets to enforce the sundown curfew and to
protect property. Kelly had seen early scenes of sporadic rioting taking
place downstate as panic and meanness consumed a portion of the
populous.
The President had ended his speech asking for prayers and soul
searching, to form a united front against the unknown.
"Honey?" Kelly looked up at her husband who had come out of their
master bath. "I think we ought to forget about trying to reach anyone by
phone...at least for tonight. Getting through would be like winning the
lottery."
"I know," Kelly conceded, "I'm just worried about Lester. I wish I knew
he was okay."
"Honey, we talked about that," Hank said as he turned off the light in
the bathroom and walked naked to the bedroom window. "He's probably on
his way up here. People are going nuts down there....Lester's no dummy,
he'll get out of the city."
He opened the window several inches to get some cool night air
circulating in the room and then lay down on the bed beside her.
"It's safe up here and people know we're here...Anne was in Detroit last
I heard. I bet she's already on her way. They'll probably both head here.
This is probably the safest place we could be."
Anne was Hank's sister and probably Kelly's best friend in the family.
They had really hit it off, unlike picture company and she was constantly
travelling. At 35, she was still unmarried her relationship with the kids.
Anne was a location scout for a motion which surprised Kelly. But her
career seemed to come first.
"I hope you're right," she whispered as she molded her body to his.
She tried to draw strength from his muscular frame and it helped. He
hugged her and moved his hands soothingly up and down her back.
Then slowly his left hand slid down over her tush and onto her bare leg.
After a few strokes, it rode up her leg and under her nightshirt, pulling the
material up as his hand moved onto her hip. Kelly kissed his hairy chest to
show that she too needed to make love.
Their sex life was everything she had ever wanted, both in quantity and
quality. Hank's boundless enthusiasm was understandable; his first wife's
attitude toward sex was very conservative and rather than look for variety
outside the marriage, Hank had been faithful and contented himself with
watching his family grow.
Kelly had to smile, thinking about the first time she and Hank had gone
to bed. After the usual first exploration of each other's bodies, she had
gone down on him and he'd literally flipped; it had been his first blowjob in
almost 20 years.
Hank's beefy hand reached further up under her nightshirt and cupped
her right breast. Kelly cooed as he rubbed his palm on her awakening
nipple, his hand moving her soft mammary back and forth.
Her nightshirt had hooked in the crock of his elbow, leaving her hips
bare. She pressed her lap against his as she moved a leg over his. She
could feel his growing manhood pressing against her tummy.
She dropped her head back and looked into her husband's eyes briefly
before moving her mouth to kiss his, conveying that she felt the same way.
They each tilted their head in opposite directions, naturally fitting their
mouths together, her tongue pressing into his mouth as his fingers pulled
on her thimble-thick nipple.
* * * * * * * * * *
'God, I love this girl,' Hank thought as he released her hard nipple and
slid his left hand down her torso, down between her parted legs. His fingers
ran into her muff, pressed through it into the folds of her silky womanhood.
Kelly gave a little squeak into his mouth and broke their heavy kiss.
"Mmmm, baby, that feels good.....I want you to make love to me," she
whispered as her hands moved down and encircled his half-stiff organ.
She gripped it like a baseball bat handle and began tugging on it, her
slender hands finding plenty of purchase on his long length, bringing him to
full arousal almost immediately.
"God," he gasp as he moved over her, between her long soft legs, "Put
it in, Kelly."
He felt her move the end of his erection into her soft snatch, too high
to be the entrance to herself. He watched her pretty face twitch as she
used his manhood against the sensitive button of her clit, drawing his
blood-engorged crown back and forth, getting herself wet enough to take
him. He pushed into her hands and the bottom of his cock squashed
against her clit and then slid upward.
"Ooooh, Hank, mmmmmmm," she trilled as she positioned him again
and again over her joybutton and he prodded it lewdly. Finally, she looked
at him, her mouth hanging open in excitement and she moved him down to
the mark. "Here, Hank, aahhh, right here!"
He filled her with his long hardness and both sucked in their breaths at
the delicious feeling of being one.
Hank didn't wait for Kelly to remove her nightshirt; he began pumping
deeply into his young wife's remarkably tight womanhood as her hands
gripped his lower back.
All thoughts of the asteroid left both of them as they made love.
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Subject: NEW CHILI: Heaven Sent - Chapter 2 (inc, bro/sis)
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The following story deals with consensual sex between
adults and/or minors (most of which are blood relatives)
under extenuating circumstances.
This story should not be read by minors or by those which
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Heaven Sent
by Chili Peeler
Chapter 2
It was near midnight and Jim Farento sat on the downstair's sofa and
drank his fourth beer of the last hour. He had been abstaining from drinking
over the summer to keep in shape but now he did not see a reason to
continue denying himself the simple pleasures. The beers were beginning
to take effect; his body was becoming flushed with an euphoric warmth
and he welcomed it.
'You can forget wrestling, buddy boy,' he thought, crushing his beer
can and tossing it on the coffee table. 'You can forget about everything.'
He knew he should be doing something instead of just sitting around
drinking. But he didn't know what.
Should he watch TV? Listen to his favorite music? It was like being on
Death Row, knowing the time of your execution but not being able to do
the things you would want to do. He was stuck at their remote lake and it
had been decided that the family would stay there.
He knew what he'd like to be doing - fucking some girl. Because when
you get right down to it, there's nothing else better than a good sweaty sex
session.
He thought about Elaine Winters, a hot blonde cheerleader he had
succeeded in bedding before they left for their vacation. He'd hoped to
enjoy her upon his return but now he would never see her again.
He'd never see any girl again. Instead he was stuck hundreds of miles
from nowhere with his family during the last weeks of his existence.
He turned off the TV and decided to check on Joanna. She'd gone
outside to sit on the porch.
* * * * * * * * * *
Joanna sat on the old sofa on the front porch, listening to the sounds
of love drifting down from her father's open bedroom window. It had started
about ten minutes ago and had brought Joanna's thoughts on to the
subject.
She had only lost her virginity about four months ago, only slept with
two boys from her school. It was not fair that she might be dead, that
everyone might be dead.
Her stepmother made a particularly loud groan and Joanna envied her;
at least she had had a relatively full life and had someone to be with.
'Twenty five days...only twenty five days, almost twenty four!' she
thought, trying to make sense of how her world was all different. No more
modeling, no trip to New York. God, just a series of days and nights up
here in the woods. Nothing to do but watch TV, which was depressing, or
enjoy all the Nature.
Joanna was thinking about going to go up to her bed and masturbate
herself to sleep, derive what pleasure she could, when Jim came outside.
"Hey, Jo," Jim said as he raised his arms and gripped the beam of the
front of the porch and leaned his body outward to stretch.
Shirtless as he was and in the mental focus she'd been in, Joanna
found herself studying her brother's powerful upper body. All of his
conditioning had really paid off.
Her vision got blurry as tears welled up in her eyes. She dabbed at
them hoping to clear them away before her brother saw but he did.
"Don't cry, Joanna," he said as he came and sat beside her.
"I'm not going to," she said bravely, wiping away the wetness and
sniffling a little. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about all the things that
I'll
never be able to do..."
"Join the club," Jim said, putting an arm around her shoulders. "It's
natural....I was just thinking about some people back in Chicago that I'd
never see again." His hand stroked her arm supportively.
"Susan Davis? Or Elaine what's-her-name?" Joanna asked. Jim had
last dated those two girls. She knew that dating for Jim meant having sex.
Those two girls had reputations of being loose and easy.
"Joanna, you've got me pegged," Jim conceded. "Elaine Winters had
crossed my mind."
"Jim, which one did you like the best?" Joanna said. She was curious
to see how her brother would react to such a question.
"What do you mean, like......?"
"Which one was better in bed?" Joanna expounded as she looked at
him. She could see he was surprised but he answered.
"Elaine was better," he said with a smile.
Their conversation had masked the amorous noises from upstairs but
now both were quiet. The mountain air at night could carry sounds great
distances. The soft floating sounds of their stepmother's moans in the still
night could be clearly heard. Both just naturally looked up toward the porch
roof.
"Jesus!" Jim said.
Joanna looked at her brother. He was sitting there with his ear cocked
upward and a big smile on his face.
"I hear it all the time....you would too if your room was upstairs,"
Joanna said, feeling depressed again about her situation. Their situation.
Jim was in the same predicament.
"You know," Jim began, "I was just thinking inside that I wasn't ever
going to be doing that again." He motioned with his head toward the
upstairs noises.
'There - it happened again!' Joanna thought. 'We're always thinking the
same things.'
"I was thinking the same thing...I mean, it was hard not to, listening to
them. I can't believe we're going not going home."
"You saw the pictures, Jo. People are going nuts out there. As much
as I hate it, staying up here is the smartest move," Jim conceded. "We got
enough food and Dad's pretty sure he can shoot a deer if we start getting
low."
They sat there for a few minutes, listening to the moans from above.
Joanna noticed her brother shifting around like he couldn't get comfortable.
Then she realized why - her brother was probably popping a boner.
'If only Jim weren't my brother.....' Joanna thought.
Then, a crazy idea formed in her mind. It took her breath away. She
never would have considered it before the asteroid. It was like solving a
math problem. There was one girl and one boy in the equation - her and
Jim. It was like being on a desert island.
"Well, I think I'll turn in," Jim said and made to get up.
"Wait, Jim....umm...it's still early...." Joanna said, unsure how to
proceed. This was somewhere she never would have thought she would be
treading. "Well, it's late but why sleep?... It seems like such a waste of
time, you know."
"O.K., I can sleep later. You want to do something?"
Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She wanted to rationally
spell out the solution to their common problem but her tongue refused to
work. She couldn't bring herself to broach the subject with Jim.
But her mind came up with a possible way to facilitate things.
"You know what we've never done up here?" Joanna said with a smile.
"We've never gone skinnydipping."
"Oh, no! That water's cold in the daytime. We'd freeze our asses off,"
Jim said with a laugh, but the thought of seeing his sister in the buff was
sort of appealing. She was a hot little thing, even if she was his sister.
"So you're chicken?" Joanna dug at him.
"I'll do it if you do, but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Get some towels then," Joanna said as she pushed him up. "I'll meet
you down on the dock."
As Jim went inside, she jumped off the front porch and walked toward
the dock. Excitement filled her body now as she had something to focus
on. She did not think that she would be able to even broach the subject
that had entered her mind but maybe it would be a cheap thrill to get
naked in front of her brother in the bright moonlight. Anything was better
than thinking about the thing coming from space.
The dock's gangway rocked under her feet slightly as she strode along
it. Large, empty oil drums formed the underside of the main dock area so
the dock could rise and fall with the water level. The speedboat that they
used for water skiing creaked on its moorings.
Joanna stepped out of her canvas, slip-on boat shoes as the dock light
came on, encircling her in a yellowish light. She sucked in her breath as
she realized her brother had turned the light on from the house. She had
envisioned shucking her clothes under the moonlight but now there was
going to be no hiding the deed.
'Jim must want a good look,' she thought as a giddy nervousness
made her body flush.
She turned her head toward the house as her brother's silhouette
stepped through the front door, his hands carrying the towels he had been
sent to obtain.
* * * * * * * * * *
'This ought to be good,' Jim thought to himself as he walked toward the
dock and his sister. He figured turning on the dock light would up the ante
on the situation. It had been her idea, so how could she wimp out?
He had never really gotten a good look at his sister in the buff before;
she was pretty good about keeping her bedroom door closed. The closest
he ever gotten to a peek had been seeing her in a bra once. It had not
been much of a thrill due to her diminuitive cup size.
'Hell, she'll probably turn her back and undress so fast I won't see
much, maybe get a look at her butt.'
As he strode down the gangway, he put a smile on his face.
"Hope you don't mind the light?" he said as he threw her a towel.
"You know, they could see us," his sister said looking toward the
house. It was possible that they could be seen from their father's bedroom
window.
"I'm pretty they're still busy," he offered as he bent to undo his old
sneakers. "Not going to chicken out, are you?"
Joanna did not answer him. Her face sort of changed before his eyes.
The timidity she had been projecting disappeared.
As he stood to kick off his shoes, his sister crossed her hands in front
of her waist and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. Before his eyes, she
pulled it up and off her slender form, the neck of the garment pulling her
hair backward off her face. Extracting her long mane from the shirt, she
dropped it beside her on the deck.
She was wearing a sports bra looking thing, standing between him and
the pole where the light shone down from. So as she faced him, her front
was in dim shadows. His eyes strained to see all he could since she was
stationary for a second or two.
He didn't think the bra was sort of see-through but he swore he could
make out dark impressions where her nipples were; whether it was his
mind filling in information he wanted or the actual deal, it had an erotic
effect on him. The same kind of sensation he got looking at a Playboy.
Feeling guilty, he began to open his mouth to say something to diffuse
the moment but Joanna continued disrobing. Her hands went to the front of
her bra and she actual did a half-turn into the light. As she undid the center
clasp on her top, golden light spilled across her front.
Jim's mouth fell open as she peeled her bra back, shrugging her
shoulders to shake it down her arms, thrusting her naked chest out in the
process. He had never seen a more seductive sight. The combination of
her slenderness and the tightness of her little breasts, her ribs and the way
she sucked in her stomach --- man, it just took his breath away. She
looked almost feral, like a leopard.
And what really got him going was the fact that she did not seem to be
in any hurry to get in the water like he had imagined she would. In fact, he
got the idea that she was posing for him!
"Come on, slowpoke," she said, turning her face toward him as she
began to undo her shorts.
'Christ, this could be embarrassing!' he thought as he felt the blood
rushing to his loins. She had totally turned the tables on him.
Hoping that the night air would still things, he quickly undid his shorts
and pushed everything down in one fell swoop. Bent over facing her, he
took a second or two longer to step out of his shorts, letting himself dangle
without her seeing. It did calm things down but he still was not sure that
his sister would not be able to notice the unnatural tumescence. Not that
she had ever seen him nude before......
Getting his courage up, he let his upper torso raise back up, exposing
himself to Joanna.
* * * * * * * * * *
'WHHOOAAA!' Joanna's brain screamed as her shorts fell around her
ankles, her eyes staring at her brother's crotch. It wasn't what she had
been expecting.
First off, she knew that dicks shrunk up when not in use. Jim's had
been in his underwear all day and night. Add that to the nervousness that
they both naturally had.
Second off, Joanna had seen her brother nude not more than a year
ago. Her best friend, Cheryl, and she had been getting crazy in her
bedroom back in Chicago one night. Laughing, carrying on, talking about
boys. Jim had come home from a nightly jog and they had seen him go
into his bedroom, obviously in need of a shower. Cheryl had talked her into
a little spy mission.
Their house had a fake walkway around the outside of the second
floor, a miniature bannister creating the effect of a veranda. It wasn't really
meant to be walked on but it could support a person's weight.
Out she and Cheryl had gone, going around to the side of the house
wear Jim's window was. Crouching there for several minutes, they both had
seen Jim come out of the bathroom, still towelling off his privates.
Then, Joanna had estimated he had been maybe three inches in what
she assumed had been a limp state.
Now, she found herself looking at a good five inches! And she knew
she had done it. Her brother had obviously become aroused.
"You want to take a picture?" he said, his hands sort of coming up to
halfway obscure her view. But she had seen enough.
"Now who's the shy one?!" she said, feeling her body tingle as she
stood there in her Hanes women's underwear. She wanted to stay there,
strip off her underwear and... she did not know what she wanted to do. She
did but she could not. It was wrong, she knew it. Not even the asteroid
could make it right, not really.
Suddenly she did not want to be there, not another second!
Turning, she took two running steps toward the dock's edge and dove
into the water.
Numbing cold covered her confused body as she knifed into its inky
darkness. It shocked her, arrested her breathing as her chest reactively
tightened. She swam to the surface and forced herself to breath as she
treaded water.
Her brother broke the surface about ten feet to her right.
"OOHHHH!" he cried. "Man, it's freezing!"
"Oh, suck it up!" she called through teeth that lightly chattered.
"Hey, Jo, are you alright?" he said swimming closer.
"Sure," she said quickly.
"It looked like you were going to cry," he said.
"No, I wasn't...really. We're having fun, right?"
"Oh, yeah, we're having fun," Jim mocked. "I think my fuckin' nuts just
fell off."
Joanna giggled at the thought, then poked fun at him without really
thinking about what she was saying.
"It's not like you were going to use them again," she said, then wished
she had not.
"Jeez, thanks for reminding me," Jim muttered.
"Oh, come on....turn that frown upside down," Joanna tried. The water
was better now as her body adjusted.
"Alright, here's some fun," Jim suddenly perked up. "Tag is the game
and I'm it!"
With that, Jim slipped underneath the surface.
Joanna gulped down a breath and threw herself to the right, trying to
put as much distance between her and the place she knew her brother
was going to be searching. Joanna hated being touched by something
underwater, it was like a phobia.
Running out of breath, she surfaced and began to pull her hair off her
face. Behind her, maybe fifteen feet back, she heard her brother go
"AHA!", and then a splash.
Forgetting about her hair, Joanna went left underwater, kicking and
pulling for all she was worth. Not getting a really good breath, she had to
surface after only about fifteen feet or so. This time she came up with her
face tilted up, letting her hair keep her face clear. She sputtered, wiped the
water from her eyes and looked around for Jim.
The only thing she saw was ripples where something had gone under
about ten feet behind her. Her brother had learned not to give himself away.
He was coming for her!
Panicked, she threw herself into the water straight ahead, hoping to
get away.
Something hit the back of her heel and then she felt her ankle being
corralled by one of her brother's hands. She surfaced immediately with him
coming up behind her.
"Gotcha!" he announced.
"Not fair," she sputtered, smoothing her hair back.
"Fair and square. I caught you. You're mine."
Joanna squealed as her brother's right arm looped around her belly and
she felt herself being pulled backward as he used his left arm and feet to
propel them both back toward the dock. Jim had been a lifeguard in high
school. Joanna went limp and let her feet float up to the surface.
"Hey, I'm not drowning, you know," she said.
"Just relax, Jo....I got you."
His arm rode up on her body, his hand moving under her left arm pit.
She gasp as his arm moved higher, up on the plane of her nipples. His
fingers were stroking her side, his arm was sort of moving back and forth,
rubbing over her nipples.
She was being felt up! Subtlely, but he was taking advantages, she
just knew it. Her plan was working better than she had thought and it
freaked her out.
"Let go!" she pleaded as she came alive, twisting away from Jim. Even
as she did so, his hand slid across her top, copping another feel.
"What's wrong?" Jim said as she faced him from about five feet.
"You know what's wrong....your arm didn't have to be that high," she
accused.
"Hey, I don't know what...listen, you wanted to skinnydip. I was just
doing a tow move, for Christssakes. You invite me out here, watch me strip
down to nothing and then you don't do likewise," Jim complained and
Joanna began to believe that she had made a mistake. "Well, alright, you
got me. So have fun out here by yourself."
Her brother turned to swim back to the dock and Joanna felt terrible.
She had to make it right.
"Wait, Jim. Wait," she pleaded.
"What?" he said exasperatedly. "Come on, what's your problem?"
"I don't know," Joanna said, confused again. "No, that's not true...it's
the asteroid, the whole thing...being stuck here..." She trailed off as her
eyes teared up, her lip quivering with emotion.
"Jo?...." her brother began as he swam to her.
"No, wait," she said, holding her hand up in front of him. She realized
that this was the moment of truth. The whole thing had turned out terribly
and only because she was too uptight. She knew she could make Jim
want her; she had already seen the evidence. She just had to do it!
"Okay, I'm sorry," she began. "Jim, this is really hard for me, so I'm
not even going to try and say it...just stay right where you are..and don't
grab me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever," he said, his anger gone.
Tentatively, Joanna brought her right leg up between them, reaching
out with her foot. It hit her brother's treading leg and she shifted it up
further, slowly steering it toward its target. When she found it, her brother
let her know.
"Jo!"
"Ssssh! Not a word," she said softly and it cut him off like a shout.
They looked at each other as her foot rubbed back and forth over his
balls and cock, clearly telling him why she had not wanted him to not go to
bed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jim felt himself getting aroused again despite the frigid water. His
sister was not just touching him to see what he felt like. Her foot was
trying to excite him!
He treaded water, not knowing really how to respond. She had an
ambiguous look on her face, certainly not a look of seduction. She looked
like a rabbit that would bolt at the first sign of any disapproval from
himself.
In fact, he really did not disapprove. It was wild, certainly nothing he
would have instigated. She was his little sister, even if she was almost
eighteen. But he certainly was not going to stop her if it was something
she wanted.
"Uh," he grunted as her foot pushed his half-hard cock upward,
sandwiching it between his lower belly and the ball of her foot. She kept it
there, pressing more of her sole against its trapped quarry. The heat and
pressure of her foot got him more excited.
That and the mental image of Joanna's damp body laid out on his bed.
He had never really thought about her that way but now the thoughts were
so intense.
"Uhh," he grunted again as her toes wriggled against the end of his
burgeoning member.
A half-smile flickered on Joanna's mouth, the first sign that she was
getting into what she was doing to him.
"Uuhh, yeah," he added and the smile stayed on his sister's lips.
He wanted to pull Joanna to him but she had said to keep his hands to
himself and he had to keep treading water. He was not going to just let her
try to get him off with her foot though. That was ridiculous and one-sided to
boot. He could easily just move against his sister, she was only about
three feet away, but he knew he had to take things slow.
Kicking a little harder with his legs, he moved his left hand down and
laid it on Joanna's ankle.
"Jim," she uttered, the smile disappearing.
"Jo, it's okay," he answered, running his hand up the side of her calf in
slow circular motions. "Don't be afraid of me."
"I'm not....I....I..." she stumbled. She looked like she was going to cry
again.
"Come here," he said and pulled her close with a hand under her knee,
moving her leg around his body. She did not fight him anymore. In fact, she
startled him by throwing herself against him, her arms encircling his torso
as she lowered her chin and lodged her head against his neck. He had to
continue treading using both hands as all her weight was added to his
when her legs scissored around his hips, her ankles locking behind his
thighs.
"Joanna?...." he got out as her hot, slinky body pressed against his,
her body heat intensified in the cold water. He could feel her nipples
against his chest, his cock hard against his sister's tummy as she clung
to him. God, it felt good!
His sister wasn't crying as far as he could tell but she was obviously
wigged out emotionally. It was a dilemna for him - he would be taking real
advantage of her if he pressed her toward more intimacy when she was not
thinking straight.
But she took any decision away from him as her right hand moved
between their bodies, going down his stomach...
"Uuhhhh!" he gasp as her hand found his cock.
* * * * * * * * * *
'It's wrong!' Joanna anguished, even as she pressed her body tighter
against her brother and began to stroke his dick with her hand. Her mind
said stop but her body needed it. She needed to be close to someone,
held by someone, and her brother was there.
She gasp into the cove of his neck as she felt him squirming his hips,
working his cock through the ring of her numb fingers. It felt like a hot
flashlight in her hand, so hot!
It was then she realized how much larger Jim was than her last
boyfriend, or even the boy that she had first slept with. He had to be over
two of her handwidths in length, her strokes were more than that! Her brain
was helter-skelter, she could not apply a number to the length. She just
held on and worked it as her brother groaned near her ear.
She felt her body tilting forward, moving more toward a horizontal
attitude eventhough she remained plastered to Jim's strong body. Water
lapped against her chin and she realized that he was swimming backward,
taking her somewhere.
She did not want to think about it. She pressed her face into his neck
and pulled on his erection, the center of her universe.
* * * * * * * * * *
'Just a little further,' Jim told himself, tilting his head back in the
water
to find the dock looming just behind them.
His arms were tiring somewhat, although he could have treaded water
for a lot longer; his arms were muscular from wrestling and weight training.
But the main reason he wanted to reach the dock was to free up one of his
hands.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped again as Joanna milked his boner with her little
hand. He thanked God for the partially numbing effect of the water. It was
the only thing that had kept him from losing it up to that point.
He just had to touch his sister. She was making his body sing but it
was not going to be any better than a really, really, really good
self-inflicted
masturbation. He wanted to feel her up, see how far he could get with her.
He wanted to get her so hot that she would come to his room, get in his
bed.
His head bumped into one of the oil drums and he lunched up with his
right hand, turning it backward to grab the lip of the dock, making their
bodies bounce in the water.
"God, that's it, Jo," he hoarsely whispered into his sister's wet hair as
his left hand began to roam her svelte form. Her hand became even more
active as if his touch had thrown a switch in her back.
He began on the upper portion of her back, his hand running under the
wet swatch of her hair as his fingers played from one shoulder to the other.
Then he let it run down the back of her slender, slightly-arched frame.
Joanna's prominent backbone slid under his palm, only disappearing as his
fingertips found the top of her panties.
"Mmmmmm!" Joanna whimpered, her face coming up under his jaw.
Jim felt her lips on his neck, her mouth kissing and sucking as her nose
peppered his skin with little excited spurts of hot breath.
"Aahahhh," he sighed, tilting his head back to give her all the neck she
wanted. At the same time, his hand cupped her pantied butt, squeezing
her sweet cheeks.
He felt his nuts tightening, realized he could not stop the imminent
release that his sister was driving him toward. Her hand was working his
knob in a frenzy, her mouth sucking his throat like vampiress, her hard
nipples, her crotch squirming against the base of his rod as if she were
trying to escape his hand.......
"Jo, uhh, your....oooh GOD! UUHHGGHHH!" he groaned as balls
discharged themselves, so hard he thought they were going to implode.
His hips jerked against hers, once, twice, again, as his seed gushed out in
the lake water between their heated bodies. Her fingers were right at the
vent, milking his cockhead. The thought that Joanna was probably feeling
the slippery spurts sliding through her fingers made him shoot more.
"UUHH...OOOWWW...uuhhhh!" he gasp as it finished, leaving him
physically weak, like he had just finished a tough wrestling match.
He did not even have five seconds to linger in the afterglow before
Joanna pushed his sheltering arm away, her right hand leaving his cock to
push at the crock of his elbow. Her left hand pushed him away and he
dumbfoundedly watched her heave herself up onto the dock and scramble
to her feet.
"Jo!..hey, wait," he said, keeping his voice down. He did not want to
draw anyone's attention to the dock now. He tried to haul himself out of the
water as Joanna was grabbing at her clothes. He winced as his cock
whacked against the bottom of the dock's lip.
Lying there with his torso sprawled on the dock, he watched his wet,
scantily-clad sister run away with her clothes in her arms, the towel he had
brought her left behind.
End of part two..... should be more next week.
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