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Subject: Carol2.txt mf bro/sis ch4,5 

Four:

   "That was good, Carol," Tom said, wiping the jizz from his
chest with a handkerchief.  "Are you sure you've never done that for
anyone before?"
   "That was the first time, Tom, honest," the teenager replied.
"Was I really good?"
   "You sure were, Carol.  You were so good, I'm going to give you
a treat.  I'm going to do the same for you."
   "Okay," the young girl said, eagerly.  "Will I squirt scum, too?"
   Tom almost gasped in surprise at his sister's naivete.
   "You mean you've never had an orgasm?" he asked, incredulous.
   "I don't know...I mean...I guess not," she stammered.
   "Well, if you don't know then you haven't.  If you had, there
wouldn't be any question about it in your mind."
   "Then I haven't, Tom," the girl said.  Then she added eager-
ly, "But I want to have one.  Please give me an orgasm now."
   "But you were playing with yourself when I saw you," her broth
er said, pulling her down on the bed to lie beside him.  "Why were
you doing that if you've never come?"
   Carol knitted her brows in thought.  She hadn't given any
thought to what she had been doing, she was only following her
instincts.
   "I don't know why, Tom," she finally said.  "When I saw you
pulling on your thing like that, it...I don't know...it made me feel
all funny inside...and itchy...down there.  I just had to touch it,
it felt really good when I did."
   "I'll bet it'll feel even better when I touch it for you."
   Slowly, Tom reached over and placed his hand over his sister's
crotch.  She sucked her breath in sharply at his touch.  It seemed
to send an electric shock through her whole body.
   "Does it?" he asked.  "Does it feel as good as when you touched
it, does it feel better?"
   "Oh, Tom," Carol sighed, her voice quaking with excitement.
"It feels wonderful!~"
   "This is nothing, Carol," Tom said, confidently.  "I'll make
you feel things you never even imagined."

                  *   *   *

   The young girl trembled inside.  This was her first initiation
into the mysteries of sex.  She knew that boys and girls did things
together.  She knew that lovers kissed and touched each other in
private places, but that was all she knew.  She had no idea what it
was exactly that they did.  She had heard kids at school whispering
and laughing about "making out" on dates.  She knew some girls were
"easy" and some boys were "hunks", but she hadn't a clue as to what
any of that meant.
   She had wanted to experiment, just like any other girl her age,
but, like many other girls, she was shy.  The fact that she was a
little late in developing made her even more shy.  Carol watched
other girls in her class develop into rip young adolescence.  She
had stood by in sad frustration when other girls started wearing
bras and tight skirts and pants, showing off their figures like
trophies.
   Carol had no figure to show off.  She remained flat-chested and
dateless while other girls giggled and flirted and were taken to
movies and on picnics, leaving her behind with no one to talk to or
commiserate with.
   Then, last summer, finally, Carol began to grow.  One day when
she was taking a shower, Carol happened to notice that her nipples
were every sensitive.  She was rubbing her chest with soap when her
hand passed over her nipple, a tingle went through her, a sensation
she had never experienced before.  She looked down to see that her
nipples, which had been nothing more than two tiny pink buds, had
gotten much bigger.  Seemingly overnight, they had grown from the
size of dimes to that of silver dollars, and they stood out from her
chest slightly, as if they were puffy or swollen.
   Fascinated, Carol ran her fingers over her nipples.  They tin
gled and sent a slight shudder through her.  She picked up the soap
again and made her fingers all slippery.  Then she touched her nip
ples again, this time using just her fingertips.  She teased her
nipples, drawing them out from her chest and twisting them a little
at their centers.
   Quickly, in response to her self-fondling, the tips of her nip
ples became hard and began to protrude from the center.  The sur
rounding flesh, the aureoles, grew crinkly and puckered.  The deli
cious sensations increased and became more intense.  Carol's breath
ing became slower, more labored.  Something new was happening.  She
didn't know exactly what it was but she knew that she was finally
growing up and that this was an important part of it.
   She might have played with herself to the point of giving her
self her first orgasm that first time in the shower, but Tom had
interrupted her by pounding on the door and insisting that she hurry
up and let somebody else use the bathroom for a change.
   Then, as the weeks went by, Carol was amazed and delighted at
the changes that quickly overtook her fine young body.  Her nipples
continued to grow and swell.  The flesh beneath them also grew and
filled out until she found herself endowed with full firm breasts.
They were round and high on her chest like two halves of grape-
fruits, and in the center of each, a firm, pink nipple poked out its
sensitive tip.
   Carol noticed too that her hips were growing as well.  Instead
of the slim, almost boyish figure that she had all of her life, Carol
saw that she was beginning to develop the hips and legs of a wo-
man.  Her dungarees, which she still wore every day, fitted her more
tightly than they ever had before.  Her buttocks became firm and
round just as her breasts had, and now her jeans stretched tightly
across them, clearly outlining the succulent ass-cheeks within.
   Each night when she went to bed, Carol would finger her nip-
ples, her new toys, teasing them to exciting hardness, reveling in
the delicious, sexy feelings her ministrations gave her.
   One night, while she was thus playing with herself, twisting 
her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, making them stand 
up stiff and hard in the centers of her breasts, she felt a strange 
new sensation.  A kind of warm, itchy feeling made itself known be
tween her legs.  Carol squirmed and rubber her thighs together.  
This was something new, something she had never experienced before. 
She let one hand roam down her body to her crotch.  There, much to 
her surprise, she felt the beginnings of soft, downy pubic hair be
ginning to grow.
   With rising anticipation, Carol ran her fingers through the 
silky growth.  It felt good to touch herself there.  She pulled the 
covers back and raised her night-dress above the waist.  She saw 
her pussy as if for the first time.  The lips were pink and swollen, 
there were drops of moisture oozing out from between them.  Startled 
and a little afraid, the young girl pushed her night-dress back down 
and pulled the covers back up to her chin.  She was excited, but at 
the same time she was frightened.  She wanted to continue exploring 
these new developments but for some unknown reason she felt that she 
shouldn't.  Something in her told her to stop, to wait.  Somehow she 
knew she would rather have someone else lead her along this path of 
exploration, but she didn't know who that would be.
   At the same time, Carol noticed that she was growing hair in 
unexpected places on her body.  The soft peach-fuzz on her legs grew 
darker and coarser, requiring her to begin shaving her legs.  This 
pleases her almost as much as her newly grown breasts.  Not that it 
felt good, but because it was an outward confirmation of her 
maturity.  It was something that she could talk to her girlfriends 
about openly and without embarrassment.  Everything else about her 
development, her breasts and the new sensation they gave her, she 
was more reticent about.  For some reason that she could not 
understand, she was reluctant to talk about sex to anyone, not her 
girlfriends, of whom she was still slightly jealous for having de
veloped faster than her, and certainly not to the boys she knew.  
They would never understand, she felt sure.  They would probably 
just tease her and make her feel even more uncomfortable than she 
already did.

                  *   *   *   

   Tom's fingers moved gently on his sister's crotch.  He played 
with her silky pubic hair, twisting it gently around his fingers.
   "Oh, Tom," Carol sighed, "you're right, that does feel better 
than anything I've ever felt before."
   She sighed and closed her eyes.  She felt good and safe and 
warm.  She was happy that she had waited to have someone else do 
this for her.  She would never have guessed that it would be her 
brother, though.  Tom had always been so...so impatient with her, 
so much like a mean old big brother that she never thought he could 
be so gentle and understanding as he was now.
   "It'll feel even better, Sis," Tom said, "just you wait."
   He leaned over and looked at his younger sister, his lust ris-
ing.  Her eyes were closed, a look of happy anticipation on her 
face.  Her firm young breasts rose and fell with each breath.  Her 
flat tummy quivered as he ran his fingers over her virgin cunt.
   Bending down, Tom placed his face right over Carol's breast, 
the one nearest him.  He puckered his lips and gently kissed it.  
Then he flicked the nipple with his tongue.
   "Oh!" she gasped.
   Then he licked around the nipple, feeling the aureole crinkle 
and pucker beneath his tongue.
   Carol began to breathe more quickly.  Her chest rose and fell, 
pressing her breast into her brother's face.  Tom parted his lips 
and let the nipple slip into his mouth.  He ran his tongue around 
the hard little tip, exciting it even more.
   "Oh, Tom," Carol moaned.  "Do that some more, it feels so 
good."
   He sucked, drawing Carol's nipple into his hot, lusting mouth. 
He nibbled gently around the aureole, making Carol gasp and squirm 
with delight.  He teased the nipple with his tongue, flicking it 
back and forth over his sister's taut young flesh.
   "Tom, Tom, Tom," Carol wrapped her arms around her broth
er's head, holding him against her breast, not wanting to let him 
go, not wanting him to stop giving her these wonderful new sensa-
tions.
   "Do the other one, Tom," she said, eagerly, "do the other 
one, too."
   He raised his head and let her nipple slip from his mouth with 
a wet, slurping sound.  It quivered there, glistening with his sali-
va.  Then he leaned over and started working on her other one.
   First he kissed her breast.  He kissed around the circumfer-
ence, nibbling on her resilient young flesh with his lips and teeth. 
Gradually he worked his way in to the center, making a slow, wet 
spiral of nibbles and licks.
   Carol was in a daze.  Her breath was coming in shallow, ragged 
gasps.  The blood pounded in her ears.  Her mouth hung open, her 
lips were dry.  Her mind was centered on her left breast, nothing 
else in the world mattered, just her aching, quivering breast, and 
her brother's hot, questing mouth.
   "Do it, Tom," she urged him, "Suck it like you did the other 
one."
   Tom held back.  As much as he wanted to suck his little sis
ter's breasts, he liked hearing her beg for it.  It gave him a sense 
of power and control.  He would suck her tit all right. He would 
suck more than just her tit.  He would do more to her and for her 
than she knew or could imagine, but when he was ready, and not be-
fore.
   He moved his mouth away from Carol's rigid nipple.  He buried 
his face between her soft breast mounds and kissed her there, enjoy
ing the feel of her soft, hot flesh on his face.
   Carol moaned with frustration.  Tom was being mean to her.  
She had jerked him off and given him what he wanted.  Now he was 
teasing her, denying her the satisfaction that he had promised her.
   Still holding his head in her arms, Carol pulled Tom's head 
back to her left breast and jammed her nipple against his mouth.
   "Come on, Tom," she pleaded, "please suck on it."
   "Suck on what, Carol?" he asked, teasing her, his voice muffled 
by her breasts.
   "You know," she said.
   "Yeah, I know, but I want to hear you say it.  Suck on what."
   Carol hesitated.  She had never used dirty language before.  
She wasn't even sure what it was exactly that he wanted her to say.
   "Say it, Carol," he commanded her.  "If you don't say it, I 
won't do it."
   "Suck on my tittie, Tom, please suck on my tittie!"
   Tom opened his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.  Carol 
gasped with pleasure.  He sucked fully half of her breast into his 
mouth and held it there.  The skin was stretched tight, pressing a-
gainst the hard ridge of his teeth.  He ran his tongue around the 
rigid nipple, teasing it mercilessly.
   Still holding onto her brother's head with her right arm, Carol 
placed her left hand over his where it rested on her crotch.  She 
pressed it down, forcing him to rub her pussy.  The friction sent 
jolts of pleasure through her, sensations so much better than the 
ones she had give herself that there was no comparison.
   This was what she wanted.  This was what she had asked for, 
and it was better than she had dared to hope for.
   "Oh, Tom!" Carol cried out.  "Tom, I think I'm going to...I 
think I am...Oh, Tom, I am!"
   Carol's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.  Her chest 
heaved.  She tossed her head from side to side.  Her hips jerked 
spasmodically.  Waves of hot, liquid pleasure coursed through every 
fiber of her being.  She felt her pussy muscles contracting rhythmi
cally and she began rubbing herself up and down against her broth
er's hand, still pressed firmly against her cunt.
   "Tom, I'm coming!" she cried out in ecstacy.  "You did it!  
I'm coming, I'm commminnnggg, I'm commmminnnnngggg!"
   After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the crisis 
slowly passed.  The overpowering waves of lust gradually subsided, 
leaving her spent, seating, transformed forever from an innocent 
young girl to a lusting, libidinous teen-ager.


Five:
   "That was wonderful, Tom," Carol sighed.  "You were right, I
never imagined anything could feel so good."
   Tom smiled down at his sister.  Her voluptuous young body seemed
to glow with sexual satisfaction.
   "I told you you'd like it, Carol," he said, "and I have even more
in store for you, lots more."
   Carol sat up and put her arms around her brother's neck.  She
kissed him affectionately on the cheek.
   "Oh, Tom, thank you."  She kissed him again and buried her face
in his shoulder.  "But...let's not go too fast, okay?  I mean...I don't
know what I mean...it's just that...I'm feeling a little scared now."
   "What's there to be scared of, silly?" Tom asked, stroking his
sister's hair.
   "I don't know...it's just...what we did, wasn't that incest?" she
asked.
   "That depends on how you define incest," he said.  "And even if it
were incest, what's wrong with that?"
   "But...incest is when you make love with somebody you're related
to.  And that's what we just did, wasn't it?  And incest is wrong,
isn't it?"  she stammered.
   "Who says so?"
   "Why, everybody says so, don't they?"
   "Carol," Tom laughed gently, "you really don't know much, do
you?"
   "Well, I haven't had much experience, no," she said, averting her
eyes from her brother's gaze.  "In fact, I hadn't had any experience at
all...until today."
   "Well, first of all, Sis, what we did wasn't making love.  We were
just fooling around a little."
   "Really?" she asked, her face lighting up with relief.  "What we
did, is that what the kids mean when they talk about making out?"
   "Yeah, that's right," he said, "we were just making out."
   "So, what's making love, then?" she asked, looking puzzled.
   "Making love, he said, smiling, is when I put this..." he placed
Carol's hand on his cock, "into this..." he placed his own hand on her
cunt.
   "Oh, I get it."  The light of understanding began dawning in her
eyes.  "And making love is the same as, as...fucking?"  Her voice
dropped to a barely audible whisper.
   "Yes, making love is the same as fucking," he laughed.  "What's
the matter, are you afraid to say it?"
   "Well, no, it's just that I don't like it, talking dirty, I mean.
I like making out...with you that is."
   "There's nothing wrong with talking dirty, Carol," he said, look
ing her straight in the eye.  "Words can't hurt you.  Besides, I like
it when you talk dirty.  I like hearing dirty words coming out of your
pretty little mouth."
   "Well, I don't like it," she said pulling away from him.  She re
moved her hand from his prick and took his away from her crotch.  Then
she looked back up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes, a mischievous
glint in her eye.  "Not all the time, anyway," she added, coyly.
   The two teen-aged children sat on the bed, looking at each other's
nakedness.  Carol felt that it was time for her to leave her brother's
bedroom, but she didn't want to, not yet anyway.  There was still more
she wanted to learn from her big brother, and yet more that she wanted
to do with him.
   "So, why do you say that incest isn't necessarily wrong?" she
asked.  "Everybody else says it is."
   Tom leaned back against the wall.  He knew he would have to be
careful, go slow take his time.  He wanted to fuck his little sister,
he wanted to fuck her more than he had ever wanted anything before in
his life, but he knew he would have to wait until she was ready.  He
didn't want to spoil it by scaring her.  If he scared her too badly, he
might never get the opportunity to fuck her, and Tom was determined
to fuck his sister.
   "In ancient times," he began, "the Egyptians always practiced
incest.  In the royal families brothers and sisters practically always
married each other, that's how they kept the political power for
themselves."
   "But we're not royalty," Carol retorted.  "We're not even Egypt-
ian."
   "No," Tom laughed.  "We're not.  But later, in the middle ages,
fathers used to fuck their daughters all the time."
   "Really?"  Carol's eyes went wide with wonder.  "They didn't teach
us that in school."
   "It's true, though," Tom replied, "I read it in a book."
   "And just because you read it you think it's true, huh?"
   "Yes, I do.  In the book it said that it was considered the fa
ther's right to take his daughter's maidenhead, that's what they used
to call a girl's cherry, or virginity, before she left the family to
get married.  And sometimes, if they were serfs, you know, like slaves
almost, the lord of the manor would fuck the girl on her wedding night,
even before the bridegroom had a chance."
   "Gosh," said Carol.  She was starting to believe what her brother
was telling her.
   "Not only that," he continued, "but back then, girls used to get
married before they even reached puberty, when they were younger than
you."
   "Really?"  Carol was astonished.  "You mean, if we were serfs or
something back in the middle ages, Daddy would have...you know...done
it to me...already?"
   "Probably," Tom replied.  And if he hadn't, I would have, he
thought to himself.
   "Golly," Carol said, "I'm glad we're living now and not back
then."
   "Heck, Carol," Bill went on, warming to his subject, "even these
days, right here in the United States, incest goes on all the time."
   "No," Carol couldn't believe what her brother was telling her.
   "It's true, Carol," Tom insisted.  "You've heard about poor
people, down in the South for instance, who have families with six or
eight kids and who all live in a three room shack."
   "Yeah, Mrs. Arnold showed us pictures of share-croppers' families
in Social Studies class," Carol replied, a trace of doubt in her voice,
"What about them?"
   "Think about it, Carol.  They've got no television, they can't af
ford to go out to the movies, they've got nothing to do all night, they
have to go to bed early in order to get up and work the farm, and they
sleep four and five to a bed.  Incest goes on all the time!"
   "You mean between brothers and sisters?" Carol believed him now.
Wonder, excitement, and fear showed in her wide eyes all at once.
   "You bet!"  He had convinced her.  Tom tried to keep the triumph
out of his voice.  He wanted Carol too see him as her wise older broth
er who was gently teaching her, leading her from childhood into
maturity.  "Incest goes on between brothers and sisters, fathers and
daughters, mothers and sons, just about any combination you can think
of."
   "Gee, Tom, I'm glad we don't live like that.  I mean, I like
what we did together, you know," she blushed, "but I wouldn't like it
if I thought I had to or if we didn't have any choice."
   "I'm glad too, Carol.  I wouldn't want anybody fucking you unless
you wanted him to, not even Dad.  And speaking of like what we just did
together, we still have a little time before Mom and Dad get home from
work."
   "Time for what?" Carol asked.
   "Time for more making out, of course," Tom answered.  "All this
talking about incest and taking young girls' maidenheads has gotten me
all horny again."

   Sure enough, when Carol looked down at her brother's crotch, she
saw his penis stiff and hard again, just as it had been before.
   "Do you want me to...jerk you off...again?" she asked.
   "You bet I do," he answered, a big grin spreading across his face.
"And I've got a treat in store for you, too."
   Tom got up and walked across the room to his bureau.  There was
a mirror above it, attached by a hinge.  He adjusted the mirror so that
Carol could see herself reflected in it while she sat on the bed.
   "Can you see yourself in the mirror?" he asked.
   "Yes, why?" Carol blushed.  She had looked at her naked body in
her own mirror many times before, noting each time how her young body
was developing into womanhood, but always when she was alone, never
with anyone else in the room with her.
   "Because it's more fun when you can see as well as feel, that's
why."
   It was true, Carol realized.  She admitted to herself, without any
false modesty, that she was a beautiful, sexy young girl.  The sight of
her own firm, round breasts, with their soft, pink nipples poking
proudly from the centers started to excite her sexual feelings again.
   She turned on the bed so that she was facing the mirror full on.
She opened her thighs slightly.  The soft, blonde hair on her pussy was
still damp from her previous orgasm.  Her pussy-lips were still pink
from her recent excitement and seemed to grow fuller and redder as she
watched.
   She pulled her eyes away from her own reflection and looked at her
brother.  Tom was still standing by the bureau, watching her, a lech
erous grin on his face.  His right hand was on his cock, slowly strok
ing the stiff member with long, slow pulls of the skin.
   "See what I mean, Sis?  It's nice to watch yourself.  It makes it
more exciting."
   "Yes, it does," she admitted.  "But don't you want to watch your-
self, too?"
   "That's the whole idea, Sis," he said, walking over to join her on
the bed, "this way we can both watch."
   Tom sat next to his sister and put his arm around her shoulder.
He pulled her to him and she slipped her arm behind him, nestling her
self to his side.  They gazed raptly at their refection.  They were
beautiful, perfect examples of the male and female forms.  They were
both blonde and slim, with perfectly proportioned bodies.  Carol knew
that her breasts and hips would continue to grow and fill out, but even
now, in its adolescent state, her body was flawless, perfect in every
respect.
   "We look good together, don't we, Sis?"
   "Yes, we do, like those Greek gods I was reading about in school,
Venus and Adonis."
   "Or Adam and Eve," Tom suggested.
   Adam and Eve, Carol thought.  If we had babies, I wonder if they
would be as beautiful as we are.  No!  She stopped herself from even
thinking about that.  She wouldn't go all the way with Tom.  That
would be incest and no matter how Tom tried to justify it to her,
Carol still felt it was wrong.  What they were doing was just fooling
around, and that was okay.  It had to be okay, it felt so good, and
anything that felt that good couldn't be bad.
   "What do you want to do, Tom," Carol asked, snuggling closer to
him.  "Just sit and look at ourselves?"
   "Why don't you play with yourself a little?  Let me watch you do
it?" he suggested.
   Carol needed no further encouragement; her natural reservations
had already been overcome by Tom's description of incestuous
practices.  She put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her
pussy.  The lips were still moist and swollen.  She let her middle fin
ger slip inside the outer lips.  She let it slide slowly up and her
slit until it countered her clitoris.  She gave an involuntary gasp at
the contact.
   "Feels good, doesn't it, Sis?" Tom said, watching her every move
in the mirror.
   "Yes...yes it does, Tom."
   "What's that you're touching?"
   "It's my...my clit, Tom."
   "And you like touching your clit, don't you Carol?"
   "Yes."
   "Say it, Carol.  I like hearing you say it."
   "I like touching my clit, Tom.  It makes me hot."
   "You like being watched while you do it, too, don't you, Carol?"
   "Oh, God, yes, Tom," Carol gasped.  "I like it when you watch me
playing with myself.  I like fingering my clit in front of you like
this.  It makes me all hot and horny.  I think I can come again, real
soon!"
   It was true.  Carol was hotter than she had ever been before.  She
had always been naturally shy, but being with her brother like this,
she felt safe.  She felt she could do or say anything and it would be
all right, more than all right.  It was what Tom wanted and it made
her hot, too.
   Carol massaged her clit with her forefinger.  She rubbed it around
the base, first on one side, then on the other.  She dipped her finger
into her slit and scooped out some of the pussy-juice that was starting
to ooze out of her again.  She rubbed it on her clit, making it wet and
slippery.  Her clit became hard and distended.  It poked its head out
of her slit.  She rubbed it furiously.  Her hips began to writhe on the
edge of the bed.
   For the first time in her life Carol understood why women would
pose nude for magazines or act in pornographic movies.  It made her
feel wanton and cheap to expose herself this way in front of her
brother, and she liked the feeling, because it also made her feel hot.
   And it made Tom hot, too.  With his arm around her back, he
reached under Carol's arm and squeezed her breast with his right hand
while he pulled on his pecker with his left.  Carol was coming along
nicely, he thought.  She was quickly responding to this initiation.
She was already talking dirty with very little encouragement on his
part, and she obviously enjoyed sex with him.  Her face was flushed and
her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps.  She was fingering herself fu
riously and was quickly approaching her second orgasm.  But he wanted
to be the one to give it to her.  He wanted to be the one she looked to
for sexual fulfillment.
   "Are you almost coming, Carol?" he asked.
   "Yes, Tom," Carol said, softly.  "I'm almost there.  It feels so
good.  I like you watching me while I come, Tom."
   "Don't come yet, honey," Tom said.  "I want to do something else
for you."  He dropped his hand from Carol's tit and placed it over her
hand, preventing her from frigging herself.
   "What, Tom?  I want to come so bad!"
   "Here, sit on my leg, yeah, like that."
   Carol did as she was told, and straddled Tom's right leg with
both of hers.
   "That's it.  Can you still see yourself?"
   "Of course I can, Tom."  Carol started rubbing her pussy back
and forth against her brother's muscular thigh.  "Is this what you
meant?  Is this what you want me to do?"
   "No, but it sure feels good, doesn't it?"
   "Yes, it does, Tom.  It feels good to rub my pussy on your leg
like this."
   "Here's what I want you to do..."  He took Carol's left hand and
placed it on his rigid cock.  "I want you to jerk me off like you did
before while you play with yourself."
   The touch of Tom's hot organ in her hand sent a new thrill of
excitement through Carol's already over-heated body.  She squeezed the
big member gently, relishing the hot, silky feel of his flesh in her
palm.
   "Tom, your cock is so big, and hard.  I like touching it, Tom."
   "Jerk me off while you frig yourself, Carol.  I want to come, too."
   "And you're just going to sit and watch while I do all the work?
That's not fair, Tom!"
   "No, I've got a little treat for you, Carol, just wait."
   Carol didn't know if she could wait.  With her right hand she re
sumed tickling her swollen little clitoris.  The lovely, wet, sexual
sensations began building again.  With her left, she stroked her broth
er's huge cock.  She could barely get her fingers around the thick
shaft.  It seemed to grow longer and harder with each stroke of her
hand.
   Carol stared at their reflection in the mirror, fascinated and ex
cited by the lewd wantonness of the spectacle she saw there.  Two teen-
aged children, brother and sister, naked and horny, and she, little
virgin Carol, was bringing them both to orgasm.
   Tom reached up from behind her and began fondling Carol's
breasts, one in each hand.  He squeezed and kneaded the firm young
flesh.  He pulled and pinched her nipples, making them even harder than
they already were.
   "Do you like this, Carol?" Tom asked.  "Tell me."
   "Yes, Tom, I like jerking you off while I play with my pussy.  I
like seeing us in the mirror.  It makes me hot, Tom.  I feel hot and
wild."
   "Lick my finger, baby," Tom ordered her.  "Make it wet."
   He released Carol's right tit and raised his hand in front of her
face, the middle finger extended in an obscene gesture.
   Seeing her brother making the "fuck-you" sign in her face while
she pulled on his prick and fingered her pussy at the same time gave
Carol a new thrill.  It was so dirty, so obscene, it made her feel
cheap and whorish.  She felt like a little slut, and she liked the
feeling.
   Carol opened her lips and extended her pink little tongue.  She
licked Tom's finger from the base to the tip with one long, slurping
lick.
   "Lick all of it, baby.  Get it wet all over."
   She licked it again from top to bottom, then she licked the sides.
She twisted her neck, trying to lick the far side but couldn't reach
it.  So she opened her mouth and took his whole finger inside.  She
sucked up and down on Tom's finger, enjoying the feel of it on her
lips and tongue.  She knew instinctively that she would do this to Bil
ly's cock, too, and she was looking forward to it.
   "That's good, baby, really good," Tom said, appreciatively.  He
removed his finger from Carol's mouth.  A droplet of saliva hung from
her lower lip.
   I even look like a little whore, Carol thought to herself.
   Tom took his wet finger and placed it at the entrance to Carol's
cunt.  He moved it up and down, teasing her puffy young cunt-lips.
   "Oh, Tom, that feels good," Carol moaned happily.
   "This will feel even better, Sis."
   Slowly and steadily, Tom swirled his finger around inside Carol's
pussy-lips.  Deeper and deeper he slipped his finger inside his
sister's virgin cunt.
   "Oh, yes, Tom, push it deeper," Carol moaned.  "Your finger
feels good inside me."
   "Inside what?"
   "Inside my cunt, Tom.  Your finger feels good inside my cunt.
Push it in deeper, Tom, I like it.  I like your finger in my cunt."
   Tom forced his finger further into Carol's pussy.  The young
girl moaned and squirmed, rubbing her buttocks on his leg.  Soon his
finger encountered her hymen, her virgin membrane, her cherry.
   "Ouch!" Carol gasped.
   "What's the matter?"  Tom stopped his probing finger.  "Did I
hurt you?"
   "Only a little, Tom.  Don't stop.  It still feels good.  Don't
stop what you're doing."
   "Do you know what it's called?"
   "No, what?"
   "It's called finger-fucking, Carol.  I'm finger-fucking your virgin
little cunt."
   "Keep it up, Tom.  Finger-fuck me some more.  Finger-fuck me
'til I come!"
   Tom continued his exploration of his sister's cunt-hole.  Her
smooth inner folds were wet, and tight, and juicy.  He swirled his fin
ger around, feeling her gooey cunt-juice drip down his finger and onto
his hand and wrist.  Finally, he found the tiny hole in the center of
her hymen.  He pressed against it.
   "Oh, Tom, oh, Tom," Carol whimpered.
   He watched his sister in the mirror.  Her face was flushed, her
eyes glazed.  Her mouth hung open, the lips slack.  Her finger rubbed
her little clit furiously, almost too fast for the eye to follow.  Her
other hand pulled on his pecker wildly.  She pumped the skin up and
down, faster and faster.
   "Oh, yes, Tom," she moaned again, "push it in deeper.   Finger-
fuck me real deep in my cunt.  I like it, Tom, I like it!"
   The tip of Tom's finger pushed through the little hole in Carol's
hymen.  She gasped slightly with the pain.  It hurt a little,
stretching her like that, but she didn't mind.  It felt so good, Tom's
finger up her cunt, that she didn't mind the pain at all.  It even
made the pleasure a little more exciting.
   She looked at her brother's reflection in the mirror.  He was
staring at her intently.  She could see his eyes moving from her
breasts to her cunt and then back again.  Carol shimmied her shoulders,
making her titties shake and jiggle.  Tom moaned deep in his throat.
His cock pulsed in her hand.  He liked seeing his young sister making a
wanton display of herself.  Carol smiled to herself.  She knew that she
had some power over her big brother at least.
   She gripped his cock tighter, continuing to pull the loose, vel
vety skin up and down in a regular rhythm.  Gnarled, twisted, veins
stood out all along the length of his shaft.  The helmet-shaped head
already red and swollen, grew darker and more distended with each
stroke of her hand.  A few drops of clear liquid began to ooze from the
tip.
   "Are you coming, Tom?" she asked, anxiously.
   "Almost, Carol," he gasped.  "I'm almost there.  Don't stop.  Keep
jerking me.  Make me come, baby.  Your hand feels so good on my cock."
   "Wait!" Carol wailed.  "Don't come yet!  I want to come too! Don't
come without me!"
   She slowed the stroking of his cock, trying to delay his orgasm
until she was ready to come also.  It seemed to be too late.  Tom was
gasping, his cock pulsed and throbbed in her small hand.  She could
feel the final contractions beginning.
   "No, Tom, wait!" Carol cried.  "Help me!  You've got to help
me!"
   Frantically, she let go of her clit and grabbed Tom's left hand
away from her tit.  She licked and sucked the first two fingers, making
them wet and slippery with her saliva.  The she placed his hand on the
top of her slit, rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit.
   "Here, you frig me, Tom," she said.  "You frig my clit for me.
Yes, that feels so good!"
   Tom would have done anything she told him to at that point.  He
was so near his orgasm that anything seemed preferable to her stopping
rubbing his cock.  He played with her clit just as she wanted him to.
He rubbed it between his fingers, then he flicked it back and forth,
then he pulled on it the same way he had pulled on her nipples.
   Carol moaned and squirmed on Tom's leg.  She bucked and writhed
like a woman possessed.  She was almost there, almost.
   "That's it, Tom, keep it up, frig me good," she moaned.  "Yes,
it feels so good when you play with it like that!  Don't stop with your
other hand, Tom," she continued, almost in a daze of lust.  "Don't
stop finger-fucking me, finger-fuck me deep, Tom, really deep!"
   Now that Tom was frigging her clit for her, Carol's right hand
was free.  She grasped Tom's hand, the one he was finger-fucking her
with, and pressed it toward her, forcing more of his middle finger
through her tiny cherry-hole.
   "Yes, Tom, yes," she said.  "Nice and deep, like that, Tom,
finger-fuck my virgin cunt deep, deep, deep!"
   "Oh, God, Carol," Tom gasped.  "I'm coming!  Hurry up!  I can't
hold back!  Hurry!  Here I come!"
   Tom's prick throbbed and swelled in Carol's hand.  She could see
his balls contracting rhythmically in the mirror.  He was ready to
shoot his load!
   Frantically, Carol pulled on Tom's wrist.  With one frenzied
thrust, she pulled it to her, forcing Tom's finger all the way
through her cherry into her inner cunt.
   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Oh yes!" she cried, pushing Tom's finger as
deep inside her as she could.  "Come now, Tom!  Come now!  I'm there!
 I'm here!  I'm commminnnggg!!!"
   Wave after wave of pleasure poured through Carol's body.  She
shook and gasped, she moaned and writhed, her head spun.  Fire coursed
through her loins and poured in liquid form from her cunt.  Her whole
body twitched spasmodically.
   At the same time, Tom's cock erupted.  When Carol forced his
finger past her cherry, it was though an electric shock ran through her
cunt through his arm and down to his cock.  He could almost feel her
thrill as her virgin recesses were penetrated for the first time.  The
come shot from his cock in sympathy.
   "I'm coming, Carol," Tom called.  "I'm coming, too.  Watch my
jizz, Carol, here it comes!"
   First one, then another, and another, and another stream of cum
shot from Tom's prick.  One glob landed in Carol's hair, another
landed on her thigh.  She tingled and thrilled at the feel of the hot
liquid splashing on her.
   Carol kept pumping Tom's cock.  Come oozed from his piss-hole
and ran over her fingers.  Soon her tiny hand was covered with his hot,
sticky jism, but she wouldn't stop pumping. She milked Tom's cock un
til he had no more come to give her and his rod started to soften and
grow limp in her hand.
   Finally, exhausted from her own orgasm and convinced that Tom
was done, too, Carol leaned back against her brother's chest, heaving a
sigh of deep satisfaction.
   Looking at their reflection in the mirror, Carol had to stifle a
giggle.  Didn't they look like the all-American family, she mused, him
with his finger stuffed up her cunt and her with her hand covered with
his jizz.  What a picture!  She leaned over and gave Tom an affec
tionate kiss on the cheek.
   "Thank you, Tom.  That was wonderful," she purred.
   "Thank you, Sis," he replied.  "That was the best come I ever had!"
   "Really?  You're not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?"
   "No way!  You were great, really."
   "Then, you think we can do this again sometime?"
   "You bet!  Anytime!  We can do this again, and lots more.  We can
do anything you want, Carol."
   Gee, anything I want, Carol thought.  I wonder what else we could
do that would be fun?  I wonder?
   Idly, Carol took her hand from her brother's cock.  It was still
covered with his sticky come.  She wiped it across her breasts.  It
still felt warm and oily.  It gave her a shiver of dirty pleasure.
   I wonder what else we can do, she thought.