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			     MIKE22.TXT -- m/f, INC


				EIGHT IS ENOUGH: And Two's Not Bad,
Either

				 By Uncle Mike (Max S. Wojtylak)
fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu

      In a house with eight kids it's hard to find time alone. Heck,
it's impossible. It's hard enough just to avoid being in a real crowd.

      So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister Elizabeth in
the room with me when we were watching this old movie on TV.

      Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Bradford. I'm
14, and, like I said, I'm one of eight kids. And Elizabeth's one of my
sisters -- I'd say one of my older sisters, but they're all older than
me. I'm the baby of the family except for Nicholas, and he doesn't
count because he's just 8. Anyway, Elizabeth's just a year older than
me, and for a lot of years we were the tail end of the family, so
we're used to spending time together. I mean, we argue and stuff like
regular brothers and sisters, but we're also used to confiding in each
other and asking for advice.

      I never paid too much attention to what she looked like -- heck,
she was my sister, right? But some of the older guys in school asked
me about her a few times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in
her. She doesn't look too bad, for a sister, I mean. She dresses OK,
and she's not real thin or real fat -- although she's always saying
she could stand to lose a few pounds. And a couple of the guys who
asked about her said they really like her hair -- it's long, almost to
her waist. And she smiles a lot.

      So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me alone in
the house, watching TV. Most of the other kids were out doing one
thing or another, and Mom and Dad and Nicholas were over at one of our
relatives. Elizabeth and me would have had to go to, but we'd been out
that morning -- me working on a school project with some of my
buddies, Elizabeth doing something with her friends. So we lucked out
and Nicholas got stuck going alone.

      So we're watching TV, right? And we couldn't agree on what to
watch, so we flipped a coin to see who could pick first. I lost, and
Elizabeth picked this old movIe. I said that wasn't fair because the
thing was gonna be on for like two hours, and by then somebody else
might have come home, or even Mom and Dad, and I wouldn't get my
chance. But she just giggled and said she'd won fair and square. Which
was true, so I gave up. I could've just gone to my room or something,
but the movie didn't look too bad when it started -- some guy walked
into a dark alley and got blown away in the first five minutes -- so I
watched with her.

      It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole movie, or
even beaten up. And the cop investigating the murder fell in love with
this woman he talked to, the victim's sister. So I was starting to
lose interest.

      But then the cop and the woman are about to say good night, and
he kissed her. I mean, he kissed her good. I leaned forward and I
might have even scooted forward on the couch a little. It used to be,
just a couple of years ago, I would have thought that stuff was junk.
But I'll admit I'm interested in some of the girls at school. Only I
wasn't sure what to do. I'd never kissed a girl -- not a real one,
anyway, just Mom and aunts and stuff.

      So I'm watching real careful to see just what the cop does --
like, does he open his mouth? And do you aim right for the center of
her mouth, or off to the side, or what?

      I must have been really into it, because when I felt a touch on
my shoulder I jumped up and almost fell onto the coffee table. And
Elizabeth started laughing so hard I thought she'd pee in her pants.

      Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing, she started
teasing me about paying so much attention to the kissing. And I guess
I blushed.

      "Tommy! Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl."

      I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her.

      I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the teasing left
her voice. "No, really?" she goes. "Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry I made fun of
you. I just thought -- really?"

      I told her I'd thought about it some times, but I just didn't
know how to do it -- you know what I mean. She giggled, and I must
have blushed again. I was feeling pretty dumb.

      Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around me.
"Look," she said, "if you really want to know how to kiss, how about
if -- well, if you practiced on me? I promise I won't tell anyone."

      I wasn't sure, but then I thought about how it would probably be
easier to get over having done something dumb with Elizabeth than with
some girl from school. Heck, I'd done lots of dumb stuff that she knew
about. What more could this hurt?

      So I asked her what I was supposed to do.

      She smiled. She's got cute dimples when she does that. "Well,
uh, I guess you should put your arms around me," she said, so I did.
Elizabeth felt softer than most of my aunts.

      "Now just kiss me," she said. "You know how. C'mon, you've
kissed Mom."

      So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but she
turned her head at the last second so I landed on her mouth. I pecked
at it and sat back.

      She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was laughing
inside.  "You said you wouldn't make fun of me," I said. I was a
little angry.

      "It's just," she started to say, and then she stopped for a
second.  "You're right, I said I wouldn't. Look, maybe I should give
you a few tips first. I'm no expert or anything, but try this. Don't
close your lips so tight.  Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And,
for heaven's sake, don't jump away like you got an electric shock.
Take your time!"

      We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better, I could
tell. Her lips pressed right against mine and we hugged each other and
it felt pretty good.

      Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice a little
more until she was sure I had it right, then she said I was ready for
any girl in the school.

      That's when I started to ask a question, but I stopped. It was
something I'd heard the other guys talking about, but it sounded kind
of silly to me. But Elizabeth made me go ahead anyway.

      So I asked her, wasn't there something you were supposed to do
with your tongue?

      I figured she'd start laughing at how dumb I was, but she
didn't. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Who told you about
that?" she wanted to know. Just some guys, I said.

      Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and she told me
to kiss her like before and let her show me. This time when we pressed
our lips together, she slipped her tongue between my lips and right
into my mouth! For a second I thought it was gross, but I had to admit
it did feel good. And then she said we should try again, and this time
I should push my tongue against hers, too. So we did that.

      I didn't realize it, but while we were kissing I had gotten a
hard-on. If I'd known it I would've stopped right away, because I'd
always been really embarrassed about that kind of stuff; I really
hated it when Dad sat me down for the birds- and-bees talk. But I was
concentrating on kissing, so I didn't know. And Elizabeth and I kissed
a few more times, slipping our tongues into each other's mouths. I
guess we were holding each other pretty tight, too. I remember I could
feel the strap of her bra through the back of her blouse. And on the
third or fourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid our
faces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she was kissing mine.
It felt really good.

      When we sat back after that, Elizabeth's face was a little red,
and she seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little odd myself, kind
of hot inside.

      And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell open. I
was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and there was a big, dark stain
right in the middle of my crotch, right where there was a big bulge
from my cock. Boy, was I embarrassed.

      Elizabeth said she thought we'd better stop there, that I'd had
enough practice, and I agreed.

      That night, I had a dream about her. I don't remember exactly
what happened, but when I woke up I'd cum in my shorts.

      The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another it was
impossible to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought about her all day.
Finally, after dinner, I was able to pull her aside and suggest we
slip out the back door for a little while.

      I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was afraid
she'd still be upset about my having a hard-on the last time, but it
turned out she'd been trying to find a way to ask me the same
question. We figured we couldn't stay out there in the dark too long
before someone noticed we were missing, but we did kiss and hug a
little.

      After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance to sneak
a kiss.  Like I said, in a family with eight kids there aren't a lot
of chances to be alone, so we didn't get together nearly as often as I
wanted.

      But each time we could, we'd sneak away, just the two of us. I
remember one time, we were kissing and I had my hands around
Elizabeth's waist, and then I started rubbing her back. I wasn't
planning anything, really I wasn't. But as my hands kept rubbing I
slid along her side and touched her breast. Well, I touched her bra --
and that through her blouse. But she didn't jerk away or anything, she
just kept kissing.

      After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I could, even
when we couldn't get away -- I'd just slip my hand around her when we
were doing the dishes, or something, and no one else was watching.

      That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were kissing and
I was stroking her through her blouse and Elizabeth asked if I didn't
want to get closer. She pulled her blouse out of her jeans and I put
my hand underneath.  Her skin was really smooth and soft, and warm,
too. I remember running my fingertips over her side and touching her
bra cup. It was stiff and scratchy, and I didn't think she could feel
anything under it. But when I put my hand on it she moaned a little
and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth.

      It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do much more. I
let her put her hands inside my shirt,  and she even stuck them down
the back of my jeans once or twice and cupped my butt, which felt
kinda weird.

      The fact is, by that time I wasn't thinking about other girls,
just being with my sister. That may not sound right, but I don't think
either one of us thought we were doing anything wrong. I mean, we were
just kissing, after all.  And with so little time we couldn't even
think about anything else.

      Finally, after like a month or two, we got another chance to be
alone for more than a few minutes. It was a Saturday night, and we'd
finished all our homework, so Mom and Dad let us stay up late watching
TV -- after everyone else had gone to bed.

      We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and Elizabeth
put her arm around me and pulled me in close and we started kissing.
We were really going at it hot and heavy, I guess. I pulled her blouse
out of her pants and she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits. I could
feel my cock pressing hard against my jeans, but I was used to that by
now.

      I don't even know what the movie was about. We didn't pay any
attention.  Mostly because we were kissing, of course, and then we
were keeping one eye on the stairs to make sure no one woke up and
found us down there.

      But then we started licking each other's neck and stuff, and
Elizabeth leaned back until she was on her back and I was on top of
her. With her on her back like that, her bra was loose and without
really knowing it I slipped my hand inside and got my first feel of a
real live breast! This will sound dumb, but it wasn't as hard as I
thought it would be. I guess I didn't realize that it was the bra that
was so stiff, not what was underneath. I mean, I knew there weren't
any bones or anything there, but I just never thought it would feel so
good.

      When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister's breast,
it all kind of hit me at once, what I was doing, and I pulled my hand
out of there fast. But Elizabeth grabbed hold of my arm before I could
pull it out from underneath her blouse.

      "You can do that," she told me, and I didn't need to be asked
twice. So we kept on kissing, and I was fondling my sister's tits. I
guess it's no surprise that my cock was as hard as a flagpole,
especially since I was right on top of her. By that time she'd swung
her legs up onto the couch and I was right in between them, holding
myself off of her with one hand while the other was busy.

      Well, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we were
doing, I just automatically started rubbing it against her. I mean,
who wouldn't, right?

      So Elizabeth, she says, "Hey, what are you doing?" And I asked
her what she meant, and she said down there. And I got all embarrassed
again, but she said it was all right.

      Then she asked me if it didn't hurt, my jeans being so tight,
and I said yeah, it did.

      "Well, why don't you slide them down, then?" she said.

      I said I didn't know if I should. She said I could do what I
wanted, but she was gonna slide her pants down because she wanted to
rub herself too.

      I didn't know girls did that. I don't think any of the guys in
school knew, either, because none of them ever mentioned it. But
Elizabeth said she sometimes played with herself after we got through
kissing because I'd gotten her so hot.

      Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and how I'd done
myself too. She said she thought that made her feel really sexy, and I
told her I was getting pretty hot thinking about how I'd made her
feel, too. So we both undid our pants and slipped them down around our
ankles.

      Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really smooth. I
was glad I just had on my white boxers, not any of the ones Mom had
got me last Christmas, the ones with the polka dots or the race cars.
We both laughed when we saw the matching stains on the fronts of her
panties and my shorts.

      Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on top of
her again, and I started rubbing against her.  We started kissing
again and stuff, too.

      I guess just rubbing isn't enough for girls, because Elizabeth
put her hand down there and stuck it inside her panties. I would've
put my hand on my dick, too, but I didn't have one free, 'cause I was
feeling her up again.

      Since I couldn't touch my cock, I wasn't getting much
satisfaction out of it, so I started rubbing harder. Next thing you
know, I'm rubbing so hard that the head of my dick pokes right out the
top of my shorts.

      I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn't notice, and for a while she
didn't. She stopped kissing me and put her head to the side and just
groaned softly and then all of a sudden she jerked back and forth a
few times.

      I asked her if she was all right and she giggled.

      "I came," she told me. "That's what a girl's orgasm is like. And
that was a good one, too. How about you?"

      Before I could say anything, she started to pull her hand out of
her panties and it brushed against the tip of my dick. I said I was
sorry.

      "For what?" she said. And then she put her hand right on my
cock!

      I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it felt so
good. Her fingers were real soft and kinda slippery -- from fingering
herself, I guess.  I'd never felt anything like that before; it was
way better than when I jacked myself off.

      But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right, us doing
that, being brother and sister. She asked me if I didn't like it. Of
course, I had to say I did. Then she said that it wasn't much
different than just kissing, since we were just touching -- and hadn't
I touched her breasts? Well, sure, I had, and that made sense to me.
Besides, it felt too good with her hand rubbing along my shaft for me
to ask her to stop.

      So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers brushed
over the sides of the helmet, I thought I would die. But after she'd
rubbed a little longer it just felt right and pretty soon I felt
something happening. I tried to warn her, but the cum just shot right
out of me and splattered over her hand and onto her stomach.

      We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my clothes
back and got her a towel from the kitchen to wipe herself off. By then
the movie was over and we figured we'd better go up to bed.

      The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of the
family when Nicholas almost got us in big trouble. It turned out that
while Elizabeth and me were really going at it, he'd gotten up and
started to come downstairs to raid the fridge, and he saw me on top of
her.

      When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he'd seen us on the
couch, I was freaking. I snuck a peek at Elizabeth, and her face was
white. What were we going to say?

      Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn't understand what he
saw. He said we were fighting. Elizabeth cut him off real quick and
said we were just having a pillow fight, and Mom told Nicholas not to
be a snitch. Was I relieved!

      That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay away from
each other, but she did manage to slip me a note. It said that we
should probably play it cool for a few days. I winked at her to show I
agreed.

      The next few days were awful, not being able to hold her or kiss
her or anything. I spent my nights jacking off in my bed, thinking
about her.

      When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just for a few
seconds, enough for a quick kiss; we didn't even have time to talk.
But as we split up again, Elizabeth whispered to me. "Write me a
note," she said.

      So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the time, and
how I had dreams about her, and how I missed our kissing. I slipped it
to her when we were all having dinner.

      The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she thought about
me, too.  That made me feel really terrific. And she said she couldn't
wait until we could be together again, which went double for me.

      But for the next couple of weeks, we didn't get in a single
kiss. We both agreed that after the Nicholas thing we should play it
cool, at least as far as any late-night stuff. And we didn't want
anyone to notice us going off by ourselves all the time.

      As it turned out, though, that didn't mean we couldn't do
anything.

      It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and me were
sitting next to each other. I was really in agony, having her so close
that I could smell the flowery soap she used but not being able to
touch her or anything.  She had a white cotton blouse on and she'd
left the top two buttons open, so when she bent over a little I could
see her breasts hiding in her bra. I wanted to just yank open that
blouse and grab hold of them.

      With all that going on in my head, it's no wonder my cock was
getting stiff. I didn't think anyone would notice, with it under the
table, but I think Elizabeth may have guessed.

      Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt something
on my crotch. I looked down right away and saw Elizabeth's hand under
the tablecloth.  I felt her undoing my zipper.

      I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to noticing
anything going on. It was tough to keep a straight face while my
sister slid her hand into my pants and pulled my hard shaft out and
starting jacking me off. My dad asked me to pass the butter and it
took two or three tries before he got my attention. Elizabeth just
giggled and kept on.

      When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down there and
pushed her away. No way was I gonna cum with my cock waving in the air
like that, and get it all over my pants. As it was, I just got it
stuffed back into my shorts when I exploded, and I had to wolf down
the rest of my food and skip dessert so I could go clean myself up.

      After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it wasn't fair
that she could jack me off in front of everybody and I couldn't get a
hand on her breasts unless we were alone. She sent a note right back.
"You'll think of something," it said.

      It was later that week that I finally figured out what she
meant. In the meantime, she sent me another note saying she missed our
sessions so much that she'd gotten a vibrator to help herself out. I
didn't know what that was at first, but when I sent a note back she
drew me a picture. She said one of the girls at school ordered a bunch
from some catalog. Elizabeth wrote that she kept hers in her locker at
school, and when she did herself in the bathroom she would think about
me. God, that made me get a hard-on just thinking about it. I told her
so, and she wrote back that she'd prefer me to the vibrator any time.
If found out what she meant that night.

      A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth and
Nicholas all sitting together on the couch. She had on a sweatsuit,
which made her look kind of lumpy -- but I still remembered what was
underneath. Anyway, she said she was cold and grabbed a blanket and
threw it over her lap -- and then she asked if I wasn't a little
chilled, too. I was too dumb to figure it out then, but luckily
Nicholas, who was sitting on the other side of me, said he was -- so
Elizabeth spread the blanket over all our laps.

      In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed
my hand and guided it over to her lap. When she tucked my hand under
the waistband of her sweatpants I got the idea.

      My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I figured was
like the one above my cock. And then I felt some folds of skin. They
were already a little wet. I didn't know where I was going, but
Elizabeth guided me a little and pretty soon I had worked a couple of
fingers into her hole and they got really slick from her juices. I
wasn't sure what to do then, but I started pushing my fingers in and
out and I could hear Elizabeth's breathing getting shallow so I
figured I was on the right track. Once I started rubbing faster but
Nicholas looked over when he felt the blanket shaking, so I had to
slow down. It took awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked a
few times and then she pulled my hand away, letting me wipe it on the
inside of her sweatpants first.

      So even though we couldn't get away by ourselves, my sister and
I did get a few chances to do each other -- when we were with the rest
of the family! It was so hot.

      Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran into her
at night in the hallway as we were both going to the bathroom. We
figured that it was so late no one else would notice, so we snuck into
the toilet together. The door was hardly closed before Elizabeth was
all over me, pulling my cock out of my pajamas and planting her lips
right on mine. And I was giving it back, too. I put my hand down her
panties and stuck my tongue in her mouth. It felt so good to be with
her again, without having to hide what we were doing. I was so hot for
her I came right away, although I kept diddling her for a few minutes
before she could cum.

      I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said she felt
exactly the same. Then she asked me if I really meant what I wrote in
my notes, that I thought about her all the time, especially when I was
jacking off.

      Sure, I said, all the time.

      Did I ever think about her being... naked?

      Yeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what she
looked like, especially ever since that night she put my hand inside
her pants. Elizabeth smiled and said would I like to find out for
real? I thought she was gonna strip right then, but she said we should
go back to our rooms before anyone noticed. But if I really wanted to
see her naked, she said, I should just wait and see what happened the
next night after dinner. She wouldn't tell me any more.

      All that day in school I was going around with a permanent
hard-on, thinking about getting to see my sister in the nude. I
figured she had a great body, from what I'd been able to see of it and
what I'd felt. I was a little worried about her maybe wanting to see
me nude too. I'm kind of scrawny and I figured she'd be disappointed,
and maybe she wouldn't want to make out with me any more. But I tried
to stop thinking about that and just concentrate on her.

      After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I raced
through it to make sure I would be downstairs as soon as I could. I
didn't know what to expect, but I didn't want to risk missing out on
whatever it was. There was no way Elizabeth was gonna show me any skin
with everybody else around, unless maybe she'd figured out some way to
do it where no one but me could see. But I figured if she did that I
probably wouldn't be able to do much touching, and that would be a
pain. I knew that once I saw her naked I'd want to kiss and lick every
inch of her.

      When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs two at a
time going down, but nothing seemed to be happening. Elizabeth was
just reading a book, and Mom was sorting through some mail while Dad
balanced the checkbook.  My sister gave me a wink when I came down,
but she didn't say anything. I flipped on the TV and sat back to see
what would happen.

      When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up but
Elizabeth came up and stopped her.

      My sister said that she'd had an offer from one of her teachers
to babysit their kids New Year's Eve, which was just a couple of weeks
away. Mom cross-examined her about who the teacher was and how old the
kids were -- four-year-old twins -- and how late she'd be. Elizabeth
said she was supposed to be over there at six and they weren't
expected back until two or three in the morning, so she would sleep
over.

      Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and even asked
Dad what he thought. He said he didn't like the idea of her being
alone with those kids for so long on New Year's, when who knew what
people would be doing.

      That's when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she had someone
else with her. Mom said it would be all right as long as it was some
friend they knew and could trust. My sister said she couldn't ask any
of her friends because then she'd have to split the pay -- so how
about if I came along?

      I must have looked really surprised, because Dad laughed and
said it didn't look like I was interested. Of course, the joke was on
him because I knew now what Elizabeth had planned, and I was
absolutely interested. I figured I better not show it too much,
though, or they might get suspicious. I hemmed and hawed, but in the
end I let my Mom talk me into doing it.

      The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean, Christmas
came along, and usually that was my favorite day of the whole year,
but now it was just another day that I couldn't do anything with
Elizabeth because there were too many people around. We did kiss under
the mistletoe, but I couldn't even stick my tongue in her mouth.

      Finally New Year's Eve arrived. The other kids teased us about
missing the big family celebration -- which was a real tease, because
all we ever did was have cocoa while we watched TV. I was real careful
to hide how excited I was, but it was tough because my cock felt
harder and bigger than ever and every time I caught a glimpse of
Elizabeth or heard her voice my dick jerked.

      We got over to the Maxwell's house -- that was the couple we
were babysitting for -- about 6, just before they left for their
party. They told us there was lots of food and pop in the fridge, and
left the phone number in case of trouble. I didn't pay much attention,
except when they repeated that they wouldn't be home until 2, and more
likely 3. They showed us where the sheets and pillows were to make up
the couch -- that was where I was going to sleep -- and finally got
out the door.

      At 7 we held a New Year's celebration for the twins with
noisemakers and ice cream, figuring that would give them time to wind
down and actually get to sleep at 8, their normal bedtime. It worked.
We waited until 8:30, just to make sure they were really asleep. When
Elizabeth peeked in their room, both the girls were out, snoring
quietly.

      While we had waited for them to settle down and drift off,
Elizabeth and me had been kissing and hugging on the couch, so my cock
was in agony pressing against my jeans and my hormones were at their
peak. I could hardly wait for what would come next.

      Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she was
supposed to sleep, while she got ready. She cautioned me not to take
off anything except my shoes and socks, because she didn't "want to
miss any of the show."

      I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone awhile. I
wondered if maybe she was gonna change into something sexy like the
women in the magazines wear -- you know, some kind of sheer nightgown
or panties with the crotch cut out. I'd seen Elizabeth around the
house in her pajamas or nightgowns, but those never showed too much.
Of course, that didn't mean I didn't like looking at her in them,
anyway, but I did think about what she might look like in something
fancy.

      But when she came into the room she was dressed just like before
-- a loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue blouse with long sleeves and
a white sweater-vest. Nothing fancy.

      I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because she
laughed and asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel Welch. I got afraid
she might think I didn't like her so I started to tell her how pretty
she was, but she told me it was all right.

      Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started kissing and
stuff.  It was good, like always, but I couldn't stop thinking about
what was ahead. I think Elizabeth was anxious, too, because before too
long she got off the bed.

      We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at each other
for a minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I sure I wanted to do this. I
said yeah, was she? I was worried again, maybe she was having second
thoughts. But she said she was just making sure, that she didn't want
to push me into anything. Then she looked down at my crotch and said
it sure didn't look like I was being pushed in. She could see my cock
was pushing out against my jeans like a balloon getting ready to bust.

      So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair, I
already had my socks off, so she kicked off her shoes and pointed at
me. "Your turn," she said.

      I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she saw I
still had a T-shirt on underneath, but she went ahead anyway and took
off her sweater. I said she should take off her blouse too, and she
gave in and did it.

      She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I didn't care.
This was the first time I'd gotten a really good look at the breasts
I'd had my hands on, and they looked as good as I'd thought. Not real
big, but not too small either. They kind of bulged out of the bra a
little.

      It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt ashamed
because I had no hair on my chest, so I crossed my arms in front of
me. Besides, I didn't know what else to do with them.

      Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should take off
her top first, like I did, but she wouldn't give in this time.

      She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a dark stain
on the front again. This was my first look at her full body, in full
light. She was round all over -- not fat, I mean, but good looking, no
bony knees or stuff.

      I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and pulled
them partway down, my boner was set free and stuck the front of my
boxers out like a tent.

      Up till then we really hadn't shown each other anything we
hadn't already seen. But something was going to change soon, and we
both knew it. We just looked at each other again for a minute or so.
Then Elizabeth put her hands behind her back. When she brought them
forward again, her bra came loose and she tossed it aside. Her breasts
sagged just a little, but they still stood out. And now I could see
her nipples, and the dark circles around them. I licked my lips,
trying to think of something smart to say, but I couldn't.

      "So how do I look?" That was Elizabeth. She looked like she
didn't know what to do with her hands, either -- she crossed them
under her breasts, then put them on her hips, then just hung them at
her sides.

      "You're beautiful," I said, and I really meant it. She was. The
most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

      She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a hand and
brushed it against the side of her breast. The next thing you know, we
were hugging and kissing. I couldn't get over feeling my sister's
breasts pressing into my chest, just skin to skin.

      After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one of us
said a word.  I could hear my heart pounding away like a drum, and I
was surprised Elizabeth didn't say anything about it, it seemed so
loud. Every time I took a breath, I held it for a long time before I
let it out.

      We were looking right into each other's eyes. I don't think we
even blinked. Then there was some kind of signal between us. I don't
even know what it was. But at the same time we both reached down and
pulled down the last bits of cloth and there we were: completely
naked.

      My cock stood out longer and stiffer than I'd ever seen it
before. It was pointing straight at Elizabeth's mound, where she had a
patch of soft-looking hair. I couldn't see much more of her crotch,
just the top of the folds, but I knew what was down there.

      I don't know about Elizabeth, but I hadn't really thought much
about what would come next. I mean, I'd had dreams and stuff, but
mostly just about seeing her. I never really believed I'd get to do
that, much less anything else.

      She got back onto the bed, though, and got on her back. When she
spread her legs apart I could see everything. I just stared. I'd never
seen a woman's hole before, but just the sight of it almost made me
cum.

      Elizabeth finally asked me if I was just going to look or what.
I snapped out of it and crawled onto the bed next to her.



      When we started kissing, she rolled over and wrapped her legs
around me and my cock was pushed right up against her mound. I could
feel some juices from her slit when it rubbed against my balls.

      I thought I was in heaven. My hands went all over my sister's
body. I remember sliding my hand up and down her leg as it was wrapped
around my waist; it was smooth as silk.

      She even pressed down on my shoulders and put my lips onto her
breasts. I got the idea right away. I kissed and licked at the sides,
going from one to the other, working my way right up to the nipples.
They were already hard, like little gumdrops. I even nipped at them,
and Elizabeth seemed to like that.

      When I moved back up and kissed her again, real slow, she slid
her hand down and put her fingers around my cock. I shot almost as
soon as she started rubbing. This time, though, instead of getting up
to wash it off her stomach, Elizabeth just rubbed it in. She even took
some of it on her finger and put it into her mouth and licked it off.

      I was so wiped out by my orgasm that I just lay back for a
minute. When I looked over again, Elizabeth was on her back with both
hands on her crotch as she fingered herself.

      I felt dumb for forgetting that she had needs too. I started to
apologize, but she said to stop talking and help her out, so I did. I
put my fingers inside her while I rolled over and started licking her
breasts again.  They were saltier than before; I guess we were both
getting pretty sweaty by then. Anyway, it wasn't long before Elizabeth
started bucking her hips up in the air and groaning, and finally she
put her hands on mine to make me stop fingering her while she just
jerked and shook.

      I lay back again. I was kind of hoping she'd want to do it again
in a little while, because my cock was getting harder again. I'd never
done it to myself twice in one night, so I wasn't sure if I could, but
my dick sure felt like it.

      Well, after a minute or two Elizabeth was breathing more normal,
and she turned on her side facing me, propping up her head with one
hand. She just looked at me, not saying anything. I felt a little
funny, 'cause I didn't think I was much to look at.

      But then she started talking. Her voice was real low and quiet.
She told me that she really liked what we'd been doing, and that I
made her feel real good. I told her I felt the same way. I said it
felt great because she made me all excited, she was so pretty, and she
made me feel warm inside, too.

      What did I mean by that, she wanted to know. Well, I knew what I
meant, but I hadn't wanted to say anything. I'd been feeling that way
for a long time, only I didn't think Elizabeth did. But now, lying
there naked next to her, it seemed dumb to hold anything back. I
rolled over facing her.

      "I love you, Sis," I said. My voice wavered a little, I was so
nervous.  "I really do. I --"

      That's when she leaned over and kissed me, real hard. We held
each other close and she whispered in my ear that she loved me, too.

      And then she said that because we loved each other, maybe we
could do something else. Honestly, I didn't know what she meant. I
know that sounds really stupid, but you got to remember we'd been
kissing and making out for months, and nothing more. I mean, this was
my sister, after all.

      I didn't know what she meant, but I just nodded and said it was
OK. I figured there wasn't anything Elizabeth would want to do that I
wouldn't like.  I loved her that much.

      So she told me to roll onto my back again, and she got up and
swung her legs around so she was straddling my knees.

      Then she took my cock in her hands and stroked it, real gently.
It didn't take much before it was as stiff as a pole again.

      "Now do you know what I'm going to do?" she said. I shook my
head. She smiled.

      "I'm going to put this inside me, Tommy. I think you'll like
it."

      I was stunned. She was gonna fuck me! Here I was, some dumb
14-year-old, and I was gonna have sex with this beautiful woman, my
own sister. It didn't seem possible.

      "Well, say something," she said.

      "Wow," I said.

      But then I thought of something. "What about -- babies?"

      She told me it was all taken care of. She was using a diaphragm.
She explained that that's some kind of dojigger she put inside her,
and put some goo on it, and it keeps the sperm from getting in. She
said she'd gotten one a few months ago from her doctor, just 'cause
one of her girlfriends dared her.  She would have gotten the Pill, but
there was no way she could really hide that in our house, so she got a
diaphragm and kept it in her school locker -- next to the vibrator, I
guess. Anyway, she said that there was no way she could get pregnant.

      I didn't completely understand how it worked, but by then I
wasn't going to argue. I couldn't wait to do it.

      Elizabeth scooted forward until the base of my dick was right
against her slit. She rubbed her hips back and forth a few times, and
then she kind of rose and squatted over me, grabbing my cock in one
hand and pointing the head of it right at her hole.

      I had a perfect view, and it was incredible. Poking out of her
hand, the head of my cock looked huge, and when she rubbed it across
her slit there looked like there was no way it was gonna fit.

      She told me again that she loved me, and said that she wanted to
show me how much. She said nothing that we did out of love could be
wrong.

      Then she lowered herself onto me.

      When my cock first pressed against her, it just slid away. It
took two or three tries before she got it in just the right place.
Then my dick slipped in between her pussy lips, and they got wider and
wider apart until the whole head slipped in and the lips closed around
my shaft and hugged it tight as she lowered herself all the way. She
did it real slow, so it was two or three minutes before she was done
and my cock was all the way inside her, with her pussy lips right
against my balls.

      There's nothing that can describe how that felt. It was the best
thing in the world. Her pussy was all warm inside, and it was so tight
I thought my cock could never move.

      But then Elizabeth started to hump up and down on it. Pretty
soon I started answering, humping my dick into her.

      It felt so good I was sure I'd shoot my wad right away. But
instead I just stayed hard, which was great because I didn't want this
feeling to ever end. For a few minutes I just lay back and watched as
Elizabeth's body bounced up and down, or I looked at the way her pussy
lips stretched around my shaft and her juices oozed out and coated my
cock. She had her eyes closed, but from the way she was moaning I know
she liked what we were doing, too.

      Then I stared at the way her breasts bobbed up and down. They
looked so good I just had to grab them, and I caressed them and
stroked my sister's sides. We kept it up like that for, I don't know,
it must have been at least 15 or 20 minutes. Sometimes Elizabeth would
bend down and kiss me, and I'd slide my hands down to her ass and pull
her down onto me even harder.

      She had another orgasm, and by this time I knew to just hold my
cock steady until her tremors eased up.

      When she slid off of my cock, it was still rock hard. Before I
could get upset, though, she told me she didn't want to stop, just
shift positions. This time she got on her back and had me kneel in
between her legs.

      Her cunt was so wet and slippery by then that my dick went in on
the first try, right up to the hilt. I moved up so that it was
completely buried in my sister's tight twat and started stroking it in
and out.

      In that position it was easier to kiss. I let my hands roam all
over her while we pushed our tongues together, and I even made her
jump a little when I put my tongue in her ear.

      We kept fucking like that for at least another half-hour. Part
of the time my cock was almost numb, we'd been humping so long. It
even slipped out of Elizabeth's pussy completely one time. She kept
humping up at the air while she grabbed at my cock and held it while I
stuffed it back in.

      By that time we were both so hot that I couldn't see straight
and Elizabeth was pounding her fists on the mattress and calling out
my name over and over again.

      Finally she called out that she was gonna cum again and she
wanted me to cum inside her. "Fill me up," she said. "Fuck me harder,
Tommy! Fill my cunt!"

      I'd never heard anyone in my family talk like that, and to hear
those words coming from the mouth of my beautiful, sexy older sister
while my cock was driving into her pussy was too much. I shouted out
that I was cumming, too, and I did. This time it was like a bomb, with
gobs and gobs spurting out of my shaft, and Elizabeth took it all
inside her, and she came with me.

      I lay on top of her for awhile, telling her how much I loved her
and how good she'd made me feel. When my cock had shriveled all the
way up, I rolled off and we just hugged for awhile.

      By then the room was pretty steamy and you could smell our sex
real strong. Elizabeth said we should open up the windows and let it
air out a little while we took a shower. She meant the both of us!

      I was sure I was through for the night, but when the warm water
started spraying over us and trickling down my sister's naked body my
cock sprang right back to life. Elizabeth saw it right away, and I
could tell even she was surprised.

      It was pretty awkward in the shower, but there was no way either
one of us was gonna settle for just jacking off by then. Fucking was
way too much better.

      This time Elizabeth put her back against one of the shower walls
and I got right up next to her. She wrapped her legs around my ass
while I held her up, and it took some doing but we were able to get my
dick into her cunt.

      I was afraid to move much at first, and Elizabeth couldn't move
her hips in or out, but she started wiggling from side to side and
that felt pretty good, too. Eventually I got so horny I didn't care
what happened and I just started bucking my hips, slamming my big old
dick into her hot tunnel over and over and over. Our moans were
echoing off the shower walls.

      It was crazy, sliding around the shower while my cock was stuck
right inside her, humping away. When I came my legs got so weak we
almost fell, but Elizabeth manager to get her feet down in time to
support us both.

      By the time we dried off it was too late to do anything else
even if we'd wanted to, not with the Maxwells coming home who knew
when. So we just got into our night clothes and held each other and
kissed and snuggled until we heard their car pull up. Then I snuck
down into the living room and crawled onto the couch for the night.

      Now that we know what fucking is like, I don't know how
Elizabeth and I are going to get by with anything less, and being
around each other at our house without being able to do it is driving
me crazy. A friend of hers whose family is going out of town this
weekend loaned Elizabeth her house keys, so we're hoping we can sneak
away at least once. But after that, I don't know what we can do.
Elizabeth said maybe we'll have to let somebody else in on our secret.
I don't want to share her with anyone, but, maybe, if Susan was
interested...



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