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A Discussion of Form and Style, by Unlucky (Part 3)

   Part 3 - Correspondence

   The summer passed.  Sara cried for a week, but like all 17 year olds the
things that seemed like the end of the world were pretty much forgotten in
a week.  By the time school started again she was herself, although she did
cringe if her brother's name was mentioned.  David lounged around campus
for the rest of the summer thinking, writing and studying.  That year was
his last year at college and Sara's last year in high school.

   As for the stories, David wrote a few but didn't post any.  He made a
conscious decision not to look on the newsgroups, not to look for her. 
That lasted about a month and then he gave in.  "BeatDownLove" he typed in
the search box and then just stared for a while before pressing the return
key and wincing.

   There were about 8 stories, many of which were commented on heavily.  He
noticed "The Wrestling Match" was not among them.  In fact none of them
seemed to be about a brother and sister.  He looked at the codes next to
each story and saw "Mf, MF, ff, MM, MMf"...  no "inc".  He though that he
should have felt relieved, but he didn't.

   He read through the first one.  It was about a sad girl who broke up
with her boyfriend and found solace in her girlfriend's arms.  The next one
was about a teacher who seduces his student; this one was playful and
light. The next was about a girl who constantly hung out with her best
friend and her best friend's boyfriend and eventually the three of them get
into a three way.

   Every story was interesting.  He was a little aroused, but more curious.
Each story was a little conversation with his sister.  Each story revealed
a little more of her kinks and her humor and her self.  It was strange
reading like this, because he had followed many writers works on these
newsgroups but never really knew any of them personally, at least not
before he read their stories.  He took every story apart and analyzed them.
He noticed themes that were present in almost every story.  The girls were
never "perfect" like in many other people's stories.  They were never
skinny with 34 DD breasts and long blond hair.  They looked like Sara or
maybe one of Sara's friends.  The boys tended to be nerdy and intellectual.
Then there was the "held down by her wrists" scene, which was in every
story.  All of her stories had one character that got off by being held
down, wrestled to the ground and overpowered just like in the wrestling
story.

   After he read the first few he felt better.  He didn't feel guilty like
before because the stories seemed healthier somehow, like maybe she had
gotten over this fixation she had with him and his writing.  The thought
made him happy but also struck a chord of jealousy somewhere deep in him.
Would he ever get over the fixation that he had acquired for her?

   And then there was that one story.  There were no tags about it being
anything special, but then he noticed the names: Danny and Sophie.  Danny
was the name of the character in her Wrestling story and Sophia was Sara's
middle name.

   ***

   In His Room by BeatDownLove (MF)

   Note: Sorry that this is just a fragment, but I need to write this
scene. I think everyone has a certain scene in their head that gets them
off.  When you can't sleep and your hands creep under the sheets and you
close your eyes and find that thing that makes you come.
I came into Danny's room because the thunder and the rain was pounding
outside.  I came into his room because it was a hot summer storm and I was
antsy and worked up, like a cat in heat.  I came into his room for a
hundred bad reasons and when he saw me standing in the door he knew what

they were.

   It was late and all I was wearing was a long shirt and panties.  All he
was wearing was a pair of boxers.  It was at least 90 in the room and
outside the rain pounded on the window.  He was half reading a book and
half fanning himself with it.  I walked over to his bed and he just stared
at me shaking his head.

   "Go to bed, Sophie."

   I just smiled and leaned on knee on his bed.  "Can't sleep." I said,
slipping onto the bed, kneeling on his sheet and looking down at him.  He
swallowed, all at once he look worried, turned on and annoyed.

   "What do you think you're doing Soph?" he sat up, and I kissed him on
his lips.  He was unshaven and as he pushed me away his stubble rubbed
roughly across my lips.

   He moved away.  I pulled off my shirt with one quick motion.  He went to
grab my shirt, but I pushed away his arm and kissed his neck.  He pushed me
away, but I came back pressing my breasts against his naked chest.

   "Sophie we can't..." but I kissed him again and this time he took longer
to push me away.  I pushed him and he was on his back and then I was on top
of him.

   "We are doing this." I said into his neck as I kissed and bit at his
skin.  He tried to push me away again, but I kept coming back and kissing
him.  As we moved I felt him hard against my leg and I smiled.  I was going
to win.

   I slid down his body and before he could push me off I was level with
his crotch and his cock was slipping out of the hole in his boxers and my
mouth was on him.  He groaned so loudly I got scared, but then I felt his
hands weakening on me.  I sucked him deep.  My tongue on his shaft, his
head slipping over my lips and the taste of him, the delicious taste of
him.

   I got to suck him for almost two minutes before he came to his senses
and pushed me away.

   "We can't do this Soph, go to fucking bed!" He grabbed my wrists and
pulled me up until we were both kneeling on the bed.  He was squeezing my
wrists so hard I knew I would have bruises, but I leaning into him and his
cock which was still sticking out rubbed against my inner thigh.

   "I'm not leaving until you fuck me." I whispered, closing my legs so
that his cock was between them.

   He shook me by my wrists.  "No!  We can't do this!" but my lips were on
his again and he didn't push me away, he only held fast to my wrists.  I
leaned back now, his grip on my wrists pulling him forward until I was
laying on my back and he was on top of my pushing my arms into the bed. 
And his cock was against me and he was growling "No" into my ear but he was
still pushing against me.

   I spread my legs wide and he pressed his cock against me.  The only
thing between us was my wet panties, but I moved from side to side just
enough that soon his cock head was rubbing against my wetness.  He was
fever hot and his eyes were wild.  My hands felt cold from lack of
circulation, and all I could think of was his cock inside me.  It was so
close, but he kept rubbing, my panties kept moving to the side, he never
pushing in enough...  but then it happened.

   I let out a sharp yelp and he grunted loudly and then he was inside me.
He froze, his cock half in and his face went pale.  "We...  can't..." he
started, but my hips pushed against him and he was inside me all the way.
Danny was inside of me.

   I had to keep pushing back and forth until he couldn't take it and had
to start fucking me for real.  He kissed me hard, finally.  Every time he
pushing into me my mind when numb and every time he pulled out I ached for
him.  I felt his hands shaking and his body tightening and I new he would
come soon.  I spread my legs out more and his next thrust went another half
an inch in and my back arched.  I wrapped my legs around him as he sped up.
His hands slipped of my wrists and I quickly wrapped my arms around his
chest.

   When he was almost there I saw him panic, he tried to pull away, but I
tightened my arms and my legs around him and bucked my hips and came hard
as I felt him shooting hot inside of me.

   He collapsed on top of me as I shook and melted in his arms.

   And he was mine.

   FIN

   ***

   The first image David could imagine was the scene of the story.  His
room, his sister, their bodies together.  Then the image of her writing the
story came into his mind, legs clamped together tightly as she bit her lip
and typed furious.  Then the image that brought him over the edge was his
sister laying in bed thinking about this scene, thinking about him, and
getting herself off with her hand between her thighs whispering his name
into her pillow.

   Before he knew what he was doing he was hitting "reply" and typing.  It
asked him to log in, but he didn't want to let her know it was him so he
created a new name right there.  He filled out fake info for everything and
for the username he though for a minute and just wrote "unlucky".

   ***
To: BeatLoveDown From: unlucky
re: In His Room
We all have fantasies like that, the ones that are our staple and can
always push us over the edge.  I think this little scene is perfect.  I

love the way you write and I can't wait for your next story.

   I'm just wondering why he is so against having sex with her?  I know it
is just a fantasy, but is there something I missing in all of this?

   email me if you want to discuss it or anything else.

   -unlucky

   ***

   Nothing came back for a few days.  He checked the new email address
religiously, even pinging it in the middle of classes on his PDA.  After
the fourth day he finally got something.

   ***
To: unlucky From: BeatLoveDown
re: In His Room
It's a long story.  I try to stay away from certain topics in my
writing, but this is an especially dirty fantasy I have thought about for a
while.  He's her brother.  Sorry if that's a squick for you, didn't mean to

ruin your enjoyment.

   -beat

   ***
To: BeatLoveDown From: unlucky
re: In His Room
On the contrary, that kind of fantasy can be very interesting to
explore. I've written about it.  I'd love to see what else you could come

up with on that topic.

   -unlucky

   ***
To: unlucky From: BeatLoveDown
re: In His Room
I don't write about that much anymore.  I'm trying to focus on other
things, but I wouldn't mind reading any of yours.  I haven't seen any

posted, are they under a different name?

   -beat

   ***

   David wanted to give her a story, but he knew she would recognize his
writing.  He tried to think of a persona to write in and came up with some
characteristics he could play with.  He would make the narrator southern
and he wouldn't make the brother and sister's ages so far apart.  He tried
to stay away from his usual stylistic affectations, like short sentences
and a lot of ellipses.  He would make it long and drawn out.  He tried to
think like Tennessee Williams.  And he'd use the word "pussy" a word he had
never used in any story.

   ***
To: BeatLoveDown From: unlucky
Note: Just something I thought up for you.

   "The Summer Dress"

   It started that summer with the dress.  She wore an old hand-me-down
summer dress their grandmother had given her on the hottest days when they
just lounged around the house.  That's when he started noticing her for the
first time.  She was his little sister after all and you don't ever look at
your little sister that way, especially when she is a rough and tumble
tomboy.

   Mother hated the dress.  "Now Sally dear, we are not white trash, you
have plenty of nice clothes, why do you insist on wearing that God-awful
threadbare rag?" but she persisted.  It was long, coming down to right
between her ankle and her knee.  It was a light grayish blue, but it was
probably vivid baby blue at one time, and it had little patterns of blue
lovebirds all over it and it was torn at the seams and had little moth
eaten holes in it.  There were mismatched buttons all down the front and
the two last ones were missing.  It wasn't like her, but she only wore it
on the hottest days and only inside so no one made her change.  Back then
she was 16 and I was 18 and we would spend time in the little covered porch
in the back of the house laying around, lazy in the summer heat.  I was
reading a book and watching her over the tip of it.  She was looking out at
the sky through the big mesh covered windows.  She laid on a big wicker
chair sideways so on leg was leaning over one armrest and her head was
leaning on the other.  her other leg hung down lazily rocking.  Her dress
rode up when she sat like that, clean up to her thigh and it pulled the
front of her dress against her chest.  She didn't have much up front, but
without a bra and with the tightness of the fabric because of the way she
was sitting I could see the outline of her tits perfectly.

   I got up, pretending to stretch my legs and walked over to her.  She
didn't even look over at me.  I didn't know what she would do, because I'd
never done anything like it before, but I just picked up her dress and
pulled up up a few more inches then it had already been ridden up.  This
made it so I could see her cotton underwear and the soft perfection of her
thighs.

   Her head whipped around and she looked at me in shock.  I thought she
was going to kick me, but she just sat there looking at me in stunned
silence.

   I kneeled down and put my hand on her leg, felling her skin which was
wet with perspiration.  She just stared at me, not stopping me, but not
doing anything to encourage me.  I rubbed my thumb up and down the inside
of her thigh stopping just at the elastic in the leg of her underwear.  She
turned and looked back out the window and let out a few shuddering sighs
and I explored her skin.

   I slipped one finger under her panties and her breath caught.  The heat
and the sweat and the smell of her wetness was filling every breath.  I
pulled the panties to the side and saw her light patch of hair and the pink
lips of her pussy open and wet and the little nub of her clit.  I moved in
and licked her clit.  I'd never done that before to any girl, but it seemed
so perfect to do right then.  I licked it and rubbed his bottom lip against
it and kissed it and sucked it.

   I loved the taste of her, all salty and new, but more than that I loved
the sounds she made.  She wasn't shy as I licked her breath caught and she
moaned and let out little fragments of words "Fuck" and "God" and all those
other things she'd be spanked for saying at the dinner table.

   I moved one hand under my head and moved my fingertip around the wet
hole of her pussy.  I pushed it in a little once it was wet and she let out
a higher pitched moan.  I slipped it in farther and she sat up suddenly,
pulling my head back by the hair and kissing me hard on the lips.  Her
kisses were fierce, biting and sucking my lips.  Then her hands were on my
pants, unbuttoning them quickly and pulling them down.

   She sat back in the chair and put her legs up on the armrests.  I
positioned myself in front of her, my cock hard and throbbing and wet with
precome.

   And then from behind me I heard the door swing shut behind me and a
familiar voice scream "What EVER is going on here!"

   END

   ***

   David smiled and laughed.  He imagined her sitting there reading it,
slowly getting into the story, squirming under his words and then at the
end huffing and pouting at the abrupt ending.

   He read over it quickly for any identifying characteristics and when he
was sure he was safe he sent it to her.

   ***
To: unlucky From: BeatLoveDown
re: You are Mean
Mean!  If you were nice and finished it, maybe I would have told you
some interesting things about what I was doing while I was reading your

story.  Now you just get a pout and scowl.

   *

   It went on like this for a while.  David wrote her little bits and
pieces of stories and she wrote back.  David wanted her more with every
note, but as the weeks went by and it got closer to graduation the dread
started closing in.  He would have to face her.

   He was addicted to the emails, though.  He was addicted to her.  It was
only a matter of time before he slipped up.

   ***
To: unlucky From: BeatLoveDown
re: After School
When I get home I usually go into my room, check my mail and check the
newsgroups.  If there is anything of interest in either I will take an old
t-shirt and put it down on my chair, slip off my panties (I usually wear

skirts these days) and read.

   If it is one of your stories...  like let's say the one about the father
catching the daughter masturbating then I hook my legs up over the sides of
my chair and pull my skirt up as I read.  I like to touch and tease my
thighs and breasts with little touches.  I have pretty good self control
until the story gets going, then I lick my fingers and get to work.  I make
circles around my clit, it gets very sensitive so I usually don't touch it
directly that much.  I am pretty good about being able to time my orgasms,
waiting until the girl in the story is about to come and then I start
breathing in that certain way and rubbing my clit and just letting my
finger slip into my pussy a little.  And when I come I like to push two
finger in and rub my clit fast.  And I get so wet I make a big wet spot on
the shirt I laid down.

   Just like now.

   My pussy is very pink.  I've looked at it a lot in the mirror.  You
could say I'm kind of fascinated by it.  It's pink and very soft and the
outside lips are kind of fat.  I like to spank it a little.  It has very
soft and very light brown hair.  I think you'd like it.

   In fact, since I had a very nice day and since I liked your stories very
much...  I think I am going to take a picture of it for you.

   ***

   Attached was a pretty clear picture of his sister from the shoulders
down sitting in her computer chair.  She was wearing a white button up
shirt that was open to show her bra covered breasts.  She also had a black
skirt which was puled up to her stomach, displaying in perfect pink pixels
his sister's sex.

   David just sat there in stunned silence looking at the picture with his
mouth open.  He couldn't believe it.  His mind couldn't grasp what he was
looking at.  This was his little sister.  More then any story or email or
even awkward conversation, this pushed every button in his brain, making
him nearly come in his pants just looking at it.

   The reply came quickly, though David wasn't even conscious of what made
him write it.  He couldn't think, he was too turned on.

   ***
To: BeatLoveDown From: unlucky
re: The picture

   Is that your brother's t-shirt?

   ***

   No reply that day or the next.  Waiting and wondering David found
himself looking at the picture over and over again.  He zoomed in until it
was only boxy pixels trying to see more of it.  He needed more.

   When the reply finally came, the wave of guilt and fear came with it.

   ***
To: unlucky From: BeatLoveDown
re: The picture

   I never said I had a brother.

   ***

   David fumbled for a reply.  Was she guessing who he was?

   ***
To: BeatLoveDown From: unlucky
re: The picture

   I was guessing.  Do you?  Sorry if that isn't an appropriate question.

   Your picture...  wow.  Your picture is probably the hottest thing I have
ever seen.  I'd like to seem cool and not make a big deal of it, but damn.
I'd do anything to see another one of those.

   ***

   There was another long stretch of days without a response.

   ***
To: unlucky From: BeatLoveDown

   I probably shouldn't take anymore pictures.  I got carried away.

   I have finals this week, so I probably won't be on for a while.

   I am attaching a few more pictures, against my better judgement.  These
are the last pictures I am sending, so please don't ask for more.

   See you around.

   PS Yes, it was my brother's shirt.

   ***

   The first picture was of Sara standing but bent over her chair facing
away from the camera, her perfect round ass exposed and between her legs
just the slightest shadow of her sex.  Her skirt was still on but pulled up
and her shirt was off.  She was looking over her shoulder at the camera
with a wicked little grin on her face.  The second picture was of her
laying on her bed, naked except for her bunched up skirt and knee high
leggings.  Her legs spread, her breasts squished together by her hungry
hands.  The last picture was of her face.  She was biting her bottom lip
and her eyes looked full of pained hunger.  She looked like she was coming.

   *

   He didn't hear from her again online.  He sent a few hellos, but there
were never any replies.  Before David knew it the year was over and it was
time for graduation.

   END of PART 3

   Note: Thanks to Zen Master for the tough but fair editing.  I needed to
get this story out quickly because it has been sitting in my brain and
taunting me for the last week.  This was my first big story, so feedback
would be really appreciated.

   dr.unlucky@gmail.com | asstr.org/~unlucky | livejounrnal.com/~drunlucky

   This story is being released under a Creative Commons Attribution Non
Commercial 2.5 License.  You may remix, tweak, and build upon this work
non-commercially, and although new works must acknowledge Unlucky and be
non-commercial.  

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