The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. 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.