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No, we did NOT fuck in the shower. We DID clean each other
off though. It's surprising how dirty that escapade in the
drive-in had left us, even underneath our clothing. It's also
surprising just how FRIENDLY it is, to bathe with a friend (not
to mention how erotic). Afterwards, we dried each other off, and
ended up sitting on the bed together. This led to hugging each
other, then more than hugs, as you might imagine.
"If you ever tell ANYONE that you stuck your nasty old peter
in Marsha Swiggins' hole, I'll not only deny it, I'll make you
the laughingstock of the whole school," she said, as she fit the
head of my prick up against her sopping wet hole. Even after
drying with the towels, she was wet again, and I knew it wasn't
from the shower, either. I knew she could do what she threatened
too. Not that I WOULD tell anyone. I liked her FAR too much
already to do such a thing. Besides, I had hopes of repeating
this; or at LEAST retaining her as a friend.
Surprisingly, even as I tried to fit my prick up inside her,
I found that I wanted her as a friend even MORE than I wanted to
fuck her. And I was almost ACHING to do that!
Well, if everything went wrong at the drive-in, why should
things go right afterwards?
"SLAM!" The whole house shook, as the front door closed.
It seems that Marsha's parents got rained out too, and were home
early. SHIT! And here I was, in their daughter's bedroom, with
not a stitch of clothing anywhere near. Talk about being fucked,
without getting fucked!
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Only Marsha was not scared; merely annoyed that she didn't
get to finish. "I'm NOT letting you get away like this," she
whispered fiercely. "You're coming back tomorrow night, and
we're doing this right, you promise?" All the while, she was
leading me hurriedly down the hall to another bedroom, and
wrapping me in another of those enormous towels.
What could I say? This was CERTAINLY not the time to make
her mad. Besides, I WANTED to finish what we had started. "Of
course I will, if you want me to," I whispered back.
Marsha gave me a kiss so hard it almost bruised me. Then
she was gone. Three minutes later she was back with my (now dry)
clothes, and whispered, "I told Mom and Dad about how we got
rained out, and that I had put you here in the guest-room, while
I got your clothes dried. None of it's a lie, but you don't have
to tell them the rest. OK?"
"OK."
That got me another numbing kiss, before Marsha carefully
wiped the lipstick from my face with the corner of the towel. I
hurried to get dressed, before her parents came by and found me
naked in front of their "innocent" little girl. Somehow Marsha
had managed to get dressed herself. Though, with the skimpy
outfit SHE wore, maybe it's not so surprising. She looked almost
sexier in the short little mini, than she had naked . . . almost.
Twenty minutes after that, I found myself back in Dad's
car . . . alone. Damn. In the time between, Marsha had more
formally introduced me to her parents, and we had a nice talk
about who I was, and what I did, and where I was in school . . .
all things that normal concerned parents would want to know about
the person their daughter was going out with. I THINK they liked
me; but I'm not completely certain. For sure they were polite.
And if they had any idea of the fact that I had been spending the
last hour in their house completely naked, with their also-
completly-naked nubile young daughter, they never even hinted at
it. Somehow I got the feeling that even if they HAD known, they
wouldn't have mentioned it; as being too "gauche" a subject to
mention. As long as Marsha wasn't embarrassed, then neither were
they.
When I got home, I found a lump in my pocket. Wouldn't you
know it? The lump was Marsha's panties. I wondered if it was
deliberate. It seemed I was getting quite a collection. I
called her on the phone, and told her I still had "something" of
hers. When she figured out what I was talking about, she just
giggled. "Keep them," she said. "That way, tomorrow I won't
have to take them off, when we 'get together.'" Oh shit again.
Now I was TWICE as horny. Knowing that the sexiest girl in the
whole school is just waiting to feel your big prick slide up into
her hot little hole, and you can't get together because of a
stupid rainstorm, is enough to frustrate anybody. I would almost
have felt better, if she had turned me down, or turned me
off. . . almost. Shit!
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Chapter 10
The guarantee.
I was lying cuddled up on the couch, miserable, because my
date is ruined, and even Suzy is gone; visiting her grandparents.
Tomorrow, I would have more sex than any teenaged boy has any
right to expect, with both Suzy during the day, and Marsha that
night. But what was I going to do TONIGHT? I couldn't even call
in my big sister's "guarantee" because it wasn't her fault we got
rained-out, or Marsha's parents had come home early. By my not
paying attention to the weather-report, I had ruined the date for
both Marsha and myself.
Lonnie didn't see it that way . . . .
I had tried, and that was what counted for her. My big
sister had "guaranteed" that I would have a "good time" tonight,
and she was going to see to it that her little brother did just
that.
"You're sure?" I asked, as my sexy sister slid the short
little dress she had been wearing over her head; leaving her
dressed in just the same pair of bra and panties she had worn
that previous Friday . . . was it only four weeks ago? Dressed
(or more correctly UN-dressed) like that, Lonnie made all my
previous dates seem uninspired and pale. Even Suzy, and yes,
even Marsha. Did I mention before, that my big sister is SEXY?
"Oh don't be silly," she giggled, "of COURSE I'm sure. Now
come here Little Brother, and show your big sister just what you
want her to do." Oh shit. I hoped I had learned enough to make
my big sister happy, like I had somehow managed with my other
dates. If I had learned one thing in the past four weeks, it was
that by doing a good job on your date, you had a MUCH better
chance of being able to repeat the process. So far, every one of
my dates had asked for at least ONE repeat performance. I wasn't
about to break the string with my big sister.
Only Lonnie had been dating for years, with some of the
biggest studs in her class. I could only hope I didn't show up
TOO badly, next to them. Lonnie was so sexy, I had a hard-on,
just looking at her. (OK, I had a hard-on, from before she even
got home . . . so what?) At least, she would know that I thought
she was sexy.
"Oh wow!" she said, dispelling my worst fears, "my Little
Brother isn't so little, is he . . . ?"
"C'mere, BIG Brother, and show your sister how much you like
her." Obviously, I was NOT a disappointment to her, either.
"So, what do you want to do first?" she asked.
It was a hard choice, but I had been dreaming about this for
weeks. "Can I lick your navel?" I asked timidly.
Lonnie surprised me, by laughing. I was so disappointed.
Here I had thought she might like my licking her there, like Suzy
did. Oh well.
"C'mere, Little Brother," she finally choked. "I would be
honored to have a stud like you lick my bellybutton . . . ."
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"Perhaps, when you get tired of that, you might find other
places to lick." Here Lonnie waggled her eyebrows at me in such
a cute manner, that I had to laugh too, as we fell to the couch
together in a clinch. Yes, I DID lick her bellybutton; and yes,
I licked other places too. And it was just as much fun as I had
dreamed it would be.
My big sister never once objected to any request I made;
seeming to enjoy each stroke of her body, and each suck, kiss, or
touch of my hands. I must have spent over half an hour, just
examining her nude body, once I managed to remove the bra and
panties that were obstructing my view. Somewhat thoughtfully, I
reached down to the floor where my clothes were lying discarded,
and stuffed my big sister's panties in my pocket, to add to my
growing collection. Lonnie noticed, and this seemed to tickle
her even more.
Finally, the feel of naked skin against naked skin was
getting to be too much . . . I had to fuck. Not suck, or jack-
off, or get a blow-job, I needed the real thing.
Lonnie didn't object, but seemed slightly disappointed, when
I started to nudge my swollen prick, between her legs.
"You don't want to?" I asked, surprised. In spite of her
"guarantee" to do "anything I wanted" I was NOT going to rape (or
effectively rape, anyway) my big sister, by insisting on vaginal
sex. If necessary, I would settle for a blow-job, or even anal
sex or if necessary, a hand-job, even if I had to do it myself.
"Oh no!" she said, "I really do want to. It's just
that . . ."
Here Lonnie turned almost wistful.
". . . That what?" I prompted. If she wanted to do
something else first, then somehow I would contain myself and
wait. I didn't know how long it would be, before I squirted my
sperm all over the outside of her sexy little belly, instead of
inside it, where it belonged though.
"I just was hoping my first time would be on my bed," she
sighed. "Never mind; the couch will do."
This time, it was MY turn to smile. "If that's all you want
Big Sister," I said, "then let's head for your bedroom, before I
drop this load all over the carpet, on the way there."
Lonnie grinned back at me. Grabbing her clothes, she headed
for her bedroom, and motioned me to pick up mine as well. At my
quizzical look, she said, "We don't know how long we'll be in
there. Mom and Dad won't be surprised if you aren't in your bed,
but if they see BOTH of our clothes scattered all over the
living-room . . . ."
I got the point, and hurriedly grabbed my things as well;
making one last check to be sure I hadn't dropped any telltale
panties or socks. I hadn't.
Two minutes later, I was acting out a wet-dream I had been
having for the last five years, ever since I learned that boys
and girls were really different, and my big sister was one of the
type of girls that most boys just WISH they had for a sister.
Only the reality of having a sister as sexy as Lonnie, isn't all
that much fun for most boys. They never get to fuck them. I
mean, you just don't fuck your own sister, no matter HOW sexy she
is. Only I did.
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Yes, I finally fucked my big sister. I slid my swollen
peter up her tight little hole, and squirted jet after thick
sticky incestuous jet of baby-making cum right up inside her
vagina where it belonged. At least in this case, I knew I didn't
have to worry about getting her pregnant, unlike Suzy or her
little sister; because I knew my big sister had been fucking for
years, and she obviously knew how to protect herself.
God it felt good to let that rusty load of baby-juice go! I
had been nursing a hard-on for so long, it felt like I must have
squirted at least three quarts of incestuous cum in Lonnie's
tight little hole, before I recovered myself enough to apologize
for cumming so soon, without getting her off too. And yes, she
WAS tight. I couldn't believe how tight she was. Compared to
Lonnie, Betty-Lou was a gaping cavern, and even Marsha Swiggins
was loose and sloppy. She was at least as tight as Suzy, and
almost as tight as her little sister. In fact, she was so tight,
that she even let out an "ouch" the first time I slid inside her.
I hadn't realized I might hurt her, being so big, but by then it
was too late, and I was already squirting thick white gobs of
sperm inside her tight little baby-hole. Damn, that felt good.
Still, I did try to apologize for being in such a rush that I
hurt her, and came inside her before she had a chance to get off
herself.
I felt like a dork, for being so selfish, and I told Lonnie
that.
"Oh, don't be so down on yourself," she said. "In the first
place, this is supposed to be YOUR night to do whatever you want
to. In the second, I understand it's supposed to hurt, the first
time, and I never heard of any girl who managed to cum then. So
I think you did just fine. I'll be ready to go again, in a
minute or two, and maybe this time you'll last a little longer,
so I can really find out what it's like to fuck."
I felt like I had been hit by a semi.
Lonnie looked at my sandbagged look and then giggled. "You
mean you didn't know?" she asked. "You thought I had been doing
this with everybody? Nope, Little Brother; you're the first.
I've been planning this for years. Why do you think I set you up
on all those dates? I wanted my handsome little brother to have
some experience, when he popped my cherry. This way, there
wasn't any fumbling around. I hope you don't mind."
"But. But. But," I sputtered, "but all your dates . . .
how did you . . . ?"
"How did I keep them all happy, without fucking?"
I could barely nod.
Lonnie giggled. "There's more than ONE way to keep a boy
happy, and send him home with empty balls," she pointed out. "As
you should know, Little Brother, with all the experience you
should have by now."
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"You mean you . . . ?"
Lonnie nodded. "Uhuh. Mouth, ass, and hands. Even tits,
and once under the armpit. Nothing was off-limits, except my
cunny, and that I was saving for you. If pressed, I could always
point out that I wasn't on the pill, and was scared of getting
pregnant. Since most of the guys are more scared of accidentally
getting a girl pregnant, than the girl is, that was usually
enough. If it wasn't, tough shit. I just told the asshole to
get lost."
Oh . . . oh! Oh shit. "You're NOT on the pill?" I asked,
knowing the answer. If she was really a virgin . . . .
"Nope. I didn't want to spoil our first time. Besides,
Daddy would know I was fucking, if I asked to go on the pill. I
didn't want him worrying about that, especially, since I wasn't."
"When was your last period?" I asked, somehow knowing what
the answer was going to be.
"About a week and a half ago," she replied. "If I'm lucky,"
she observed, "your little sperm might be getting me pregnant
right now."
"Oh shit," I thought.
"Oh don't worry," she said. "It isn't all that likely
anyway, and besides, if I'm going to get pregnant tonight, I
already am. So come here and show me the rest of what you've
been learning. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can learn how to cum, while
you're fucking me . . . please?"
What could I say . . . she was right. And as for learning
how to fuck, Lonnie was at LEAST as hot a girl as Suzy was. If
that little girl could learn how to cum while being fucked, on
her first night, then I was sure my big sister could.
I was right. Before the night was over, I had left six more
healthy helpings of incestuous sperm wriggling up inside my big
sister's belly in search of her waiting eggs; and Lonnie had
climaxed more times than I had. I had felt every square inch of
her body against mine, and had finally put to rest the ache of
not being able to touch my big sister. After that, neither one
of us felt in the least self-conscious in the presence of the
other.
It was just slightly before midnight, when there was a quiet
knock at the door. For a moment I was afraid that our parents
had come home early without us hearing them; catching their son
and daughter en-flagrente-delicto. Only it wasn't either Mom OR
Dad. It was our little sister Chrissie.
Shit! If there's one thing I could think of that would be
worse than getting caught by our parents, it was having our nosy
little sister catch us doing something we shouldn't. The amount
of trouble that little girl could cause if she wanted to . . . .
Only instead of acting shocked at seeing her siblings in bed
together, or being gleeful at catching us in a compromising
position she could tattle on us to our parents, Chrissie seemed
almost apologetic at disturbing us.
"Are you two finished yet?" she asked shyly; almost as if my
little sister was afraid of interrupting us too early. "Is it my
turn now?" For the first time, I noticed that Chrissie was
completely naked.
I did NOT get much sleep that night.
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Chapter 11
Epilogue.
No, while I eventually DID start fucking my little sister on
occasion; feeling HER tight little cunny squeezing the sperm out
of my swollen prick, and up inside her incredibly cute little
tummy; along with fucking Lonnie on a far more regular basis; we
did NOT fall into an incestuous orgy every night. In fact, my
primary sex-partner was still Suzy; with an occasional bout with
her little sister; or sometimes even with both of them, like that
first incredible night they spent over at our house . . . .
Yes, we DID repeat that several times, including twice,
where I spent the night with both of them at their house, instead
of them with me, at mine. Every once in a while, when the mood
was right, or one or the other of us had a bad date, either
Lonnie or I would "guarantee" that the other had a "good time."
And yes, ONCE, all four of us spent the night together, while our
parents were out of the house. (Remember what I said earlier,
about twice the cost, and half the fun? This was like that; only
while I didn't get much sex that night, we ALL had a lot of fun.)
Yes, I DID get in Marsha Swiggins' cute little panties too;
(Actually, as promised, she wasn't wearing any.) and she was
almost as good in bed as her friend, Betty . . . almost. We had
several dates, and then things tapered off, as my relationship
with Suzy became . . . shall we say, "more obvious." No, Neither
Marsha nor Betty-Lou, nor even Carol was jealous of the little
girl. (Yes, I had several more dates with her too; and yes I DID
leave quite a few helpings of thick white cum in HER sexy little
[Yes, unprotected, believe it or not.] tummy as well, over those
several dates.) It's just that they were all more interested in
getting a man of their own, than they were in sharing me with a
13-year-old. Even after we got married though, twice one or the
other invited me over for a "date" where we never left the house.
And yes, Suzy knew where I was going, and even encouraged me to
go. She's no more jealous than I am. Thank goodness there were
no OTHER unexpected pregnancies. (Or at least I assume there
weren't any, since no one ever complained.)
Carol? She married Frank Georges. You remember . . . the
guy my big sister was going out with, that first night she "set
me up?" Uhuh, him. Two nicer people getting together, you never
saw. And yes, he knows about me and Carol, just like I know
about him and my big sister. We're good friends, though I'm not
too sure he would leave me alone with his wife . . . unless I
left HIM alone with Suzy at the same time, that is . . . .
Thinking about it; maybe I will sometime.
Believe it or not, even with Carol occasionally "taking
chances" with me and a few of her other dates (She refused to
carry birth-control; insisting that if she did, that it was an
admission she PLANNED on fucking that night.) she didn't get
pregnant until almost a year after her little sister Michelle
did. The little shit married a banker almost as rich as the
Swiggins family, and almost 20 years older than her too.
Surprisingly, they seem quite happy though. Maybe the little
girl really DID know what she wanted, after all.
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Betty-Lou is STILL unmarried, and her eldest daughter should
be almost 10 years old by now. I wonder if she and her mother
plan to . . . .
And I still have seven pairs of sexy panties to remind me of
my first five dates.
"That's FIVE, I owe you now," I told Lonnie, after that
first incredible night together, "probably six or even seven,
counting Chrissie here, because Marsha promised we WOULD finish
up what we started."
"Well, actually, probably only four," my big sister replied.
"You see, if I'm right, that's one LESS that you owe me."
It wasn't until almost a year later, that I found out what
she meant. And that was when my wife Suzy and I were visiting
her in the hospital. Suzy's big belly was getting in her way, as
she sat down to rest, while my big sister and I talked. We had
been discussing the hassle we were having getting the adoption
papers for Ginny's baby, and admiring Lonnie's beautiful baby
boy. "You still owe me four more favors like this," she told me;
lifting up our son for me to hold.
Suzy showed she can STILL surprise me, by agreeing.
Surprisingly, my wife is tickled pink, that my big sister has
chosen this method of "payment" for getting me started on the
road that led to our getting married. Since Ginny is going to
still be staying with us for several years, even after the
adoption, at least until she gets out of grade-school anyway, it
looks like I'm going to be one BUSY man. My sister guarantees
I'll like it though.
Only this time, so does my wife, Suzy.
With women like that, who needs a guarantee?
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