____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety o o of stories. They have been submitted by people from o o all over the world. Also from alt.sex.stories (News o o groups). There is no particular order other than o o offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not o o be used for profit without obtaining the author's o o permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult o o entertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Ilsa and Me by Anon (bcamelot13@charter.net) *** A teenage boy's 12 year old sister is raped. He is called on to take care of her and help her with her recovery. They soon find out the healing can be fun. (mg, preteen, ped, nc, rp, inc) *** Prologue: Dirk got into town on the late bus. It was dark and cool and it felt good to be up and walking after twenty some hours of riding rhea bus or waiting in depots. He found the address of the YMCA and asked directions. It was about a mile, but it was a new town to explore so he walked. There was a stretch of residential streets and he was tempted to do some back yard prowling, but carrying his duffle bag made that awkward so he just grinned and fantasized about what he might see in lighted windows. He checked in at the Y and they had a single so he took it for a month. He told them he might be there longer and it was fine to just let them know as soon as he could. He unpacked, showered and slept for fifteen hours. He was punchy from the sleep when he finally got up but he was hungry. He went to McDonalds and ate two Big Macs, two large fries and drank three large cokes. He topped it all off with a chocolate shake and then wandered through town, checking the theaters, the library, mall areas - all the places kids hang out or wander around. Playgrounds used to be good, but lately, they were crowded with mothers watching the kids. It was a bad place to be seen too often. He went back to the Y and read the bulletin board to check for middle school activities. There were none, but there was a notice asking for volunteers to help with camp registration the following week on Monday and Tuesday. Dirk went and offered to do whatever was needed and he was welcomed. "Be here at the desk at seven Monday morning to help set up. We'll buy lunch for the morning's work and dinner if you stay till quitting at five." Sounded good and Dirk said he would be there for the full day. He wasted the rest of the weekend and on Monday was the first to arrive. He set up tables and chairs for a while and then had coffee and donuts -on the house. They said they usually had 150 to 200 registrations the first day and as many as 300 the second. Dirk would be collecting the filled-out forms from the tables and bringing them to the office for final approval. Dirk watched as the mommies and daddies came in with their kids. It was disappointing - all the kids were boys. The Y. logically offered no girl's camp though since it was the Young Men's yackety yack. Dirk was ready to quit when he saw a family with a boy and two girls in tow. "Kid sisters gotta be somewhere he thought. I might get lucky yet." He watched carefully the rest of the day and was able to admire a few preteen girls, but not one he really was excited by. He enjoyed the free dinner at a local TGIF, and even paid a bit extra to have a steak instead of the meatloaf. Satisfied, he slept well and was optimistic when he went down to work again on Tuesday. It was same routine on Tuesday. He watched the parking lot and carried forms and before lunch, he was rewarded by a family of four - A boy about 13 or so and a blonde angel a year or so younger. The parents, obviously affluent, got out of a Jaguar sedan and they came into the lobby. They were seated at the 'R-S-T table and Dirk made sure to get the forms at that one. He memorized the address and studied them as they chatted with another couple. The boy and his sister talked to each other and to the son of the friends. They stood outside talking for quite a while and Dirk was able to study the little blond. She was blond to point of being almost white haired. Her butt was a bubble and her body barely into the development of hips. She had a loose shirt on and he couldn't tell about her tits, if any. He didn't really care. It wasn't her tittles that he wanted her for. On Wednesday, he bought a city map and found the street the kid lived on. He rode a bus, timing the ride and got off a block from the street he was looking for. It was a two-block walk to the house number, pleasant though, since it went along a park. He found a spot to watch from and waited. They arrived home after an hour and he watched them empty some grocery bags from the car, and then the dad got into a Volvo and drove off. Mom and the blond came out and drove off a bit later. Dirk walked back to the bus stop and waited. He made a mental list of the things he would need when he came for the girl. He knew he might have to do something with mommy but he had had that problem before and it was an easy one. A little rope and a couple of hankies and there was no interruption in the activities. He thought it might be fun to have mommy watch. He shopped that afternoon to get the items on his mental list. Clothesline was cheap and came in varying lengths. He got fifty feet. He bought a switchblade knife as well. They scared hell out of most women and gave him time to get things set up for his comfort. All he had to do was wait for the boy to go off to camp, which would happen on Friday. He went to a drug store and got some anesthetic ointment, which was used, on internal hemorrhoids. He knew it worked on girl's cherries too. He had used it before. He liked busting the cherry and watching how they felt when his cock tore into them. He liked it as much later, when he could fuck them and keep it from hurting too much with the ointment. He had made a couple of them cum the second or third time he fucked them. He figured a full day with the kid and out by about 4:30 or so. He would watch again and check on dad's home arrival time after work. Dirk was relaxed and ready for the little kid. He had seen her name on the application for camp under 'siblings'. She was Ilsa. Her brother was Tim, and Dirk cared nothing about the parent's names. He was coming for Ilsa and looking forward to her little body. He spent several more hours watching the house over the remainder of the week. Mom was gone almost all day every day and dad got home about 6:30 each evening. They all went to dinner together one evening and were home by eight. Dirk figured to enter the house about 9 or 9:15 and be out by 4:30. He would have to kill the kid and her mother. He didn't like wearing a mask. He liked to feel them with his face as well as his hands and his cock. Especially with his cock. Once in every opening was his motto. He chuckled. But a young cunt was so good. 'Tight. Oh God, it was tight.' He almost regretted the times he only did their cunts, but it was always worth it. Ass holes were fun but looser unless they were really little, like 3 or 4. And then, the cunt was practically nonexistent and ya hadda do it somewhere else. So little Ilsa was likely to have her sweet little pussy used at least twice and maybe even more if her ass hole didn't get his attention. Dirk went back to the Y and relaxed. He needed to cum, but was saving it all for his Friday fun. The busses were to leave by 7:30 AM. The guys said it was usually between 8 and 9 before they got everybody signed in loaded on the right bus. The parents all stood around a waved goodbye and then wound up talking to each other. They were cleared out usually by half past nine. That irritated dirk. He had planned on a fast fuck by then. He had about eight hours to use on the little cunt and he wanted every minute of it. Friday morning Dirk was up and went for breakfast at McDonalds when it opened at six thirty. He wanted to check on the family when they brought Tim to the bus. He would leave immediately for the house and watch for them to come home and for daddy to go to work. After that, the day was his. He stood by the front door of the Y watching the parents signing their boys in. Tim and daddy came in together and Dirk slipped outside to see if the blond and her mom were there too. He spotted the Jaguar right away and then the two blond heads of mother and daughter chatting to other parents. He waited till the brother and daddy came back and then picked up his packages and went to the bus stop. He got to the house and settled in the park where he could just see the driveway and the Volvo parked. At ten fifteen, daddy and mommy and the kid came back and all went in the house. Dad came out ten minutes later and drove off. Dirk had arranged his equipment and was heading for the house when mom came out and Goldilocks stood in the door. He heard mom saying ".... and I'll be back about six and we'll go out for dinner when dad gets home." The kid said something back but Dirk didn't hear it. He was gloating about having the kid all alone for the day. He wouldn't have to waste time putting mommy down. She drove off and dirk had gone on by. He gave her ten minutes to come back and get whatever she might have forgotten and then returned and went to the door and knocked. He heard footsteps and stepped back away from the door so as not to scare her. She opened the door and looked at him and said, "Yes?" He smiled and said, "Hi Ilsa. Your Dad wanted me to fix the thermostat. He said it was acting up. Take about 2 minutes to check it and I'll be out of here to get the parts for it. Okay?" She was surprised that he knew her name, but her dad had so many guys working for him it wasn't the first time someone she didn't remember, knew her. She stepped back and he came in and set his package on the floor. She closed the door and he turned to her and said, "My name is Dirk. Where's your thermostat?" She said, " In the hall," and turned and led the way, her little butt moving nicely in the short skirt. She stopped by the square box on the wall and looked at him. Dirk said, "I want you to take your skirt off, Ilsa. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't do as I tell you." He pushed the button on the switchblade and it clanked open. She turned and started to run down the hall and he grabbed her arm and held her. He pressed the point of the knife against her belly and said, "If you wiggle at all you're going to get cut. If you scream, you're going to get cut." And then he said louder and fast, "And if you don't take your skirt of right now, you're going to get cut." He shook her and let go of her arm. She had started to cry and tears were rolling down her cheeks. He let her stand there a minute and then raised the knife and slid it into the waistband of her skirt. It was new and very sharp and it cut the material as he pressed down. She made a small moaning sound and he could see her resistance leave her. She had become aware of the fact that he was going to do what he wanted to. Dirk said, "I told you I don't wanna hurt ya. I will if I have to but I don't wanna. I just want us to have a little fun and then I'm gonna leave. I'll tie you up when I go so I can get away from here, but I ain't gonna hurt ya. Now. Take. Off. Your. Skirt." Ilsa fumbled at her waist and found the buttons and loosened them the skirt slid down her legs forming a velvet puddle at her feet. She wore white panties, which were a size too small for her. They fit her like a second skin and were molded to her immature little body like a rubber glove. Dirk was half hard and seeing her slit outlined in the soft cotton raised his cock to its full length He wasn't large, but Ilsa saw the ballooning of his pants and turned pale. "You're gonna hurt me. Please don't hurt me. I'm scared. I want mom. Please leave me alone. Please." Dirk ignored the babbling. It was always pretty much the same and he had heard it all many times before. He picked her up with one arm around her waist and wandered along the hall looking for her room. The second one on the left was obviously hers. All pink and frilly and with a queen sized bed. He tossed her on the bed and she bounced and sat where she landed her legs spread and her slit obvious in the tight panties. Dirk said, "Ilsa. Take off your blouse. Now." He touched the tip of the knife to her belly and waited several seconds. He poked the point at her a little, knowing it would get her attention if it cut her slightly. She jerked and unbuttoned her blouse and pulled off one arm and then the other, trying to cover her chest with it as she did so. He reached out and pulled it out of her hands and admired her chest. Small, pink but obviously budding nipples stood out from small pads of beginning breast. 'She would be a honey in a couple of years,' he thought. 'If she had a couple of years.' "Stand up," he said She had socks on and she stood on the bed almost at eye level with him. He admired her body gazing at the young mounds on her chest and at the indentation of her panties over her slit. "What do you call your bottom, Ilsa? All girls have a name for it. What do you call yours?" She turned scarlet. She was a pale skinned blond and when she blushed it was a sight. She was red from her knees to her hairline. "I um, I don't call it anything. It's just down there is all it is. I uh, I don't, um." He interrupted her. "I asked you a question. He reached out and held her nipple with his rough fingers. He squeezed and she groaned as he twisted her nipple. "Oh geeze it hurts. Please don't. Ow. Oh, oh, oh poop, it hurts, please." She was tearing again. Not crying, but tears were running down her face as she shook with pain. He let her go and asked her again, "What do you call you bottom?" "Um, my um, my cunny. It's what all the girls call it. My cunny." She pressed her hand against the tortured nipple trying to ease the sting of the twisted flesh. Dirk said, "Ilsa. Look at me. I told you, I don't want to hurt you. I will if I have to. You have to do what I say and I won't hurt you anymore. But don't stall around. Do what I say and you won't get hurt." She knew he was lying. She could see the pleasure on his face when he was hurting her. She knew she had to try it his way though. It hurt too much. She had to do what he wanted. She nodded. "I'll try to be good. I don't wanna hurt anymore." "Now you're being smart." Dirk tried to smile at her though he knew his smile was not a good look for him. "Let me see your tittie. I can stop the hurt sometimes." She let her hand fall away from her swollen and sore nipple and he bent his head close and held her breast, moving his hand around on it, avoiding the nipple. He pulled her in close and sucked the nipple into his mouth, licking at it with his tongue. It happened so fast, Isa didn't have time to be scared. And, It did ease the stinging on her booby. He did it for a minute and then sat back up. "Feel better?" Ilsa nodded. She was embarrasses by the sense of violation she felt. But it had eased the pain. She nodded again. Dirk stood up and said, " Okay Ilsa. Stand up on the bed." She got to her feet and stood. She could see his pants sticking put where his thing was. She knew boys got hard. Her class had had the school nurse do "the talk" about sex stuff. She had been interested, just not involved. It had felt like it was about other people. Now it felt much too much like it was about her. Dirk stared at her. Her nipple stood up pointy and firm. It was from the pain as well as the sucking he knew. He hoped he could get the other one up as well from sucking on it. "Come over here," he told her as he moved close to the bed. She moved near to him and stood. He put his hands on her waist and moved her closer and bent and sucked the other nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it gently and used his tongue as he did it. Ilsa was frightened but determined to not be hurt anymore. She stood quietly as he mouthed her. It didn't hurt at all and it kind of tickled but not really. It made her tingle a little. His hands moved down onto her butt and he pulled her closer and kept his hands there. They moved against her rear as he felt her back there. It was scary and she whimpered. His hands continued to move on her butt, but harder and he was pulling her butt up and she could feel it tugging between her legs. She was crying again and she didn't know why. Dirk was enjoying the little ass he was toying with. He knew the movement of her butt cheeks could make her hot if he kept it up for a while, but he wanted to get his cock into her and didn't really care if she was hot or not when he did it. He stopped sucking and dropped his hands. He said, "Ilsa, Take your panties off. Just slip them down and step out of them and give them to me." She was scared again. No one had seen her bare in years, not since she and Timmy had played doctor the last time and mom had caught them. She slowly hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged. "Do I have to?" she asked him. He nodded. "Off. Now. And I want them." She pulled them down over her butt and then pushed them down her thighs. She had to push them way down since they were tight on her legs. She got them to her feet and stepped out of them and bent and picked them up and handed them to him. He took them had held them to his face and smelled them. "I love the smell of little girls." he said. She knew he would say that even as she felt sort of revolted by his nose in her panties. It was such a personal thing. It made her mad and scared her at the same time. It was just a wrong thing to do. He had her turn around with her back to him. She could see him in the mirror and he just looked at her. "Bend over and touch your toes," he said. She hesitated and slowly bent at the waist and, with her legs tightly together, she touched her toes. They had done exercises in gym and she was good at it, keeping her legs straight and not cheating with bent knees. He watched her and told her to spread her feet apart. She moved them apart several inches and he told her, "More." She spread them wider and could feel cool air on her bottom and realized what he was looking at. It made her shudder to think about. She peeked in the mirror and he was close to her bottom, his mouth, open staring between her spread legs. "Please," she said. "Can I stand up?" "No. Stay there. I'll let you know when to stand up." He reached out and felt her butt again and this time he pulled her apart back there. His finger touched her poop hole and felt it and poked it and then he went down onto her soft bottom stuff. He felt her all around. His skin was rough and it was scratchy but didn't hurt. He kept spreading her open and touching and squeezing and she got a little dizzy from being bent over and all the tugging and stuff he was doing. She told him she was dizzy and he said, "Okay, lie down." She flopped down onto her back and lay there for a minute. He stared at her and said, roll over onto your belly. She rolled and as she did he dragged her to the edge of the bed so that her legs were off the bed and her body was flat on it. He spread her legs apart and she felt him press in between them and then his breath was blowing against her bottom and the she felt herself get sucked into his mouth, Her whole bottom was wet and getting licked and sucked and it made a hot place in her way deep inside and she was suddenly drifting in a sensation she had never had. It was nasty and good at the same time. He kept moving around behind her and sucking at her cunny and then he stopped and stepped back and she felt nothing for a minute and then there was a hot pressure against her bottom. It slid around on her for a minute or more and felt good, very good. And then it began pressing hard against her in back and it stretched her and felt good some more and then it started to hurt and it stretched her more and then she tore and she screamed as the thing moved inside her. It burned as it went through the sore place he had torn open and kept going in and in and in and she screamed again against the hand, which was suddenly over her mouth. He lay on top of her and she could feel him humping into her burning bottom. In and out he kept going and he got fast and harder and it was hitting her deep inside and hurting there too and then it got all hot in her and he sort of froze and held her and jerked and shook, and then dropped down on her heavy and she could barely breathe. She was crying now, not just tears, but sobbing and hiccupping and runny-nose wailing. It burned in her bottom where he was still sticking into her. He was heavy and she couldn't get her breath. He finally stirred and rolled off of her, sliding the thing out of her. It hurt again as it left her and she groaned. She saw it as he stood up. It was big and ugly and bloody and drippy. He walked into the bathroom and she heard him peeing. It sounded like Timmy except Timmy seldom peed straight into the water and didn't make hardly any noise. Ilsa tucked herself into a ball and lay on her bed. Her bottom wet with what had to be her blood. She could feel it oozing out and being yucky. And it hurt. All the way up inside her it hurt. A deep achy hurt that pulsed with her heart beating. And it hurt at the outside where he had split her open. It was a stinging, burning pain that was steady and not easing at all. When Dirk came out of the bathroom he went and got a coke and sat and drank it as he stared at her. When he finished it he came over to her and said, "Hold still." He pushed the small end of the coke bottle into her bottom and held it there a minute and then pushed the big part of the bottle in. He snickered and walked out, She was all stretched again and the ache was worse. She cried a while and fell asleep. She awoke when he pulled the bottle out of her and began washing her bottom. He had a towel tucked under her and was using a washcloth, It had cold water on it and he said it was to help stop the bleeding and to make it feel better sooner. It stung and didn't feel better and it didn't make the deeper ache go away. He had no clothes on and his big thing scared her again. It was sort of hanging half down and still poking out in front of him. It was ugly and droopy. And big. She couldn't believe it had gone into her. She cried some more and wished mom would come home and make it stop. She woke up again a while later and she was tied to her own bed. Her arms over her head and her legs to the foot end spread apart. She began crying again and he came in and looked down at her. "You need to get over it, honey. We got all day to play here and I'm gonna fuck you again pretty soon. This time I might go up your ass. It won't hurt as bad, but it won't feel as good either. Pretty soon you'll like the way it feels." In a panic now, she was almost hysterical as he walked out and she struggled with the scarves he had tied her with. It was gonna happen again. Ilsa knew she couldn't stand to have it again. He came in with a tube of some kind of cream and smeared it on her burning bottom. It hurt a bunch when he wiped it on her but felt better a while later. He had pushed some of it into her butt hole and she was scared he was gonna do it in there. Sometime later, he came back in and his thing was all- big again and sticking up. He sat on the bed and rubbed her nipples. It really hurt on the sore one and made the other one stiff and it sort of hurt cuz his fingers were so rough and scratchy. When he started to play in her bottom she screamed at him to please don't but he never seemed to hear her. He just kept poking into her holes and rubbing on the sides of her crack. She kept telling him it hurt and to please stop and sobbing and he got really mad and shook her and said, "You think this hurts? I'll show you hurts." He bent down and bit her on her tummy, where it comes together with her hip area. Ilsa shrieked as he bit. The pain was so great she got faint and sort of passed out but never stopped feeling his teeth on her. He let go and rose up over her and got between her legs and spit on his thing and then shoved it into her again. She shrieked again as it slid up inside her even though the pain was not bad. Maybe cuz where he bit her hurt so bad, but the in and out wasn't as hurty as it was the first time. He did it for a long time and then got all stiff again and pushed way in her and she felt the hot in her again. This time he got up and said go to sleep. I'll wake you up again when I want some more. She lay there for a long time, the pain from the bite so bad she couldn't do anything but feel it. She couldn't see it because she was tied and unable to raise her head high enough. But she felt it. It felt bloody too. After what seemed like hours, he came back. He stared at her. "You ain't so pretty any more Ilsa. You got a dirty face and a messy cunt and blood all over your stomach. I'm gonna put you in the shower and get you clean. I can't fuck you the way you look now." He went in the bathroom and she heard the water come on. He came back and untied her legs and then her arms and took her into the bathroom and told her to do her hair and to wash good all over. Then he got down and said, "And do a good job, or I'll do it and I'll use a brush and the hottest water setting there is. You understand?" Crying again, she nodded and went into the shower stall. He pulled the door closed and she heard him do something and when she pushed on the door it wouldn't open. She washed and shampooed and cleaned herself and then shut the water off. It had stung really badly where he bit her and it was still oozing. It was a bad football shape spot on the side of her tummy. It made her cry to look at it. He came in and gave her a towel and said get dry and comb your hair. I'm gonna get something to eat. He closed the door and she dried herself. She saw her clothes lying in the corner, her blouse all bloody and her panties too. She was drying her hair when it came to her. She left the dryer going and opened the jalousie window enough to push her panties out and the blouse. She thought maybe Mrs. Magnuson, next door, might see the stuff and come to find out what was wrong. She cranked the window shut and had the dryer on her hair as he came back. "Go get back on the bed Ilsa. I got time for one more fuck with you and then I'm gonna leave. You be a good girl and I won't have to hurt you before I go." She didn't believe him but she had no choice. He put her on the bed and got up and lay next to her. He felt her all over again and she had to watch his big ugly thing get hard again. He smeared her bottom with hand cream and told her how it was going to work this time. "We're gonna fuck till I cum, just like before. This time, you're gonna be on top and the sooner you make me cum, the sooner I'll leave. Climb on up on top of me and get my dick into your cunt. Ilsa knew instinctively what he wanted although she wasn't sure how to do it. She got over him and tried to get his thing into the right place but had trouble getting it to go in. He muttered to himself and held her and his dick and then sort of dropped her onto it and it pressed into her again. She had to learn how to make it go in and out and it took a while, but she finally got it going. It slid all the way into her and hit bottom and hurt but it wasn't as painful as the first two times. She found she could stop before it hit bottom and the discomfort went away. She raised and lowered on it as fast as she could and her legs were burning when he finally lunged up into her and filled her with the hot stuff for a third time. She kept trying to do it until he said stop. He got off the bed and stood looking at her as he dressed. Ya know, kid, I'm sorry to have to leave this way, but you know what I look like and I can't leave no witnesses behind. I don't want to, but I gotta kill you. It won't hurt cuz I'll do it fast. He took the big switchblade knife out of his pocket and it flashed open. He started to say something and there was a big bang and the house shook. A big police guy ran into the room and hit Dirk in the face with a short bat. Another lady police picked Ilsa up and took her out to an ambulance where a nurse grabbed her. The doors closed and they sped off. "Where are we going? She asked. She was still crying but she wasn't scared any more. "The hospital," she was told and they wrapped her in a blanket and she got a shot and she slept. Dirk was handcuffed and they questioned him in the kitchen. He insisted he was Ilsa's uncle and they had no right to come busting in... He got hit from behind by one of the cops who told him they knew exactly what he was and uncle wasn't the name of it. The neighbor lady had been working in her garden when Ilsa had thrown the clothes out. Mrs. Magnuson couldn't understand what she had seen and walked over to see what had been tossed out the window. When she saw the bloody blouse and panties, she went in and called 911. Three of the cops had daughters and were not at all interested in hearing his spiel. As they left the house, one of them tripped him at the top step and he fell down the five stone steps. He sprained a wrist as he tried to catch himself and landed on the edge of the last step on his face, which made his mean visage even uglier. He was babbling about police brutality while they booked him. One of the cops went down to the holding area cell and made a big deal out of getting the guy who was in the only bunk out of it. He explained to the current prisoners that they had an injured pedophile that had raped a little girl and needed to be comfortable for the night before he was arraigned in the morning. The guys in the cell asked some questions and settled down to wait for their new cellmate. He was made comfortable when he arrived and got the cot. Sometime during the night, he apparently choked on his own tongue and died of asphyxiation. After falling a breaking a leg. And losing three teeth. And having his testacies' stepped on. Several times. No charges were ever pressed. ILSA AND ME I have to tell you about Ilsa, since this story is mostly about her. She's my little sister, three years younger and we look nothing alike. She is blond to the point of being almost white haired and if she had pink eyes would be classed as an albino. Her eyes are a pure blue, not pale but not dark blue either. She is not a big girl for her age but has the energy of a wild cat. Or at least she used to. I, unlike the rest of the family, am dark and taller. At eighteen. I'm three inches taller than dad, and I tower over mom. Our parents would be classed as well-to-do. Dad is a contractor and is away a lot. Mom doesn't work, but serves on boards and volunteers a lot, the Habitat for Humanity being her favorite cause. This started three years ago when I was fifteen and Ilsa was almost twelve. I was going to a YMCA camp in central Pennsylvania for eight weeks over summer vacation. It was oriented toward sports but had a great crafts program as well, if you could believe the brochures. Mom had checked it out and it sounded really good. I was going because I was a good swimmer and the coaches wanted me to get some power in my strokes so as to be able to compete better when I got back to school. I left for camp in June on a Saturday morning. My sister raped that same day. I knew nothing about it until I returned home in August. There were a few days early on, when I was interviewed by a cop about where I was and what I was doing for the past several days, and the counselors treated me funny for a week or so, but it got back to normal and I was fine all summer. I had a lot of fun and I swam about four hours a day. I also had to do weights, which I hated for six weeks, and then I suddenly fell in love with the repetition and motion of the lifting. I put on about twenty five pounds and had a six pack abdomen that I was dying to show off to Ilsa. I wrote home regularly [we had to] and heard from mom and dad but Ilsa never sent a word. She had promised to, but I figured it was a little girl promise and I didn't mind too much. Ilsa and I got along as well as any siblings, I guess. We fought occasionally and played, on rainy days, together. We walked to school and back most of the time and I was admonished to "take care of your sister." I never ever had to do anything to take care of her except once when some kid was making fun of her hair color and calling her a little old white haired lady. He had a bloody nose that afternoon and a black eye for several days. I got spanked for fighting but Ilsa thought I was a super hero. I also had to carry her for two blocks, once when she was six and twisted her ankle on the way home. Otherwise, there was not much to take care of. We had a bunch of neighborhood friends and we all went in a group back and forth. When I got home from camp, I was babbling happily about the summer and showing mom my new biceps and when we got about a block from home, mom stopped the car in a mall lot and said, "I need to talk to you." I said okay and she was quiet for a few minutes and she asked me if I knew what rape was. I shrugged and said I guessed I did and blushed and she said, "You need to understand what it means. "She explained about sick men and how they can take advantage of weaker women and that rape was what happened when one of these sick guys get a female and do things to her. It took her a while but she finally explained about penile- vaginal penetration and how it could be painful and psychologically bruising. When she at last told me it had happened to Ilsa, I was speechless. I didn't think anything could happen bad to her. She was sort of a ray of light, all bright and shiny and bouncing off the walls and giggly. Mom said not any more. She told me Ilsa was afraid of almost everything and men especially. Daddy had not had a hug or kiss all summer and Ilsa barely spoke to him. Mom said she didn't talk to anyone much and to not expect much of a welcome from her if any. I was to be friendly with her and talk to her as if she was interested and treat her normally but not touch her. I f she ever asked for something, I was to drop everything and get it or do it for her. Mom was crying and I didn't know what to do and I was pretty teary myself. We got home and I carried my stuff in to the bedroom and sorted everything out. My clothes were almost all dirty and went into the laundry. Nothing fit me very well since I had added so much weight and I knew mom would be shopping for me. As I went back and forth I passed Ilsa's closed door. She didn't appear until lunchtime. I said hi to her and she glanced at me and looked down at her soup. We ate in pretty much total silence. When I finished, I said, "Ilsa, I missed you all summer and I'm sad for you but I don't know what to do. If you wanna talk to me any time, I will talk to you. I got lots of stuff to tell you about camp but I don't wanna bother you." She sat and didn't eat while I said all that and then said, "Okay." She ate the rest of her soup. She got up and wandered down the hall and went in her room and closed the door. I didn't see her again until dinner when she sat at the table and ate. Dad wanted to know all about camp and he kept talking about how much bigger I was and we talked about the exercises and swimming practice and weight lifting. He asked if I wanted to keep on with the weights and I told him I had to and could work out after school in the gym. He said, "No. You will be coming home with Ilsa every day and staying here until mom or I get home. Every day. No exceptions. You walk with her there and bring her home. Understood?" I nodded and he said, "Good!" He said we would get a weight training set for me and I could use the mostly empty storeroom in the basement for my workouts. There was a shower down there so I could clean up and not have to track through the house smelling like a hard run race horse. We talked about other stuff for the rest of the meal. After desert, Ilsa got up and went back to her room. The door closed and dad wiped tears from his eyes and shook his head and went to his den/office where he worked many evenings. He had a TV in there, which we were not allowed to use. Of course, we were not allowed in there anyway but we spent time in there with him when invited. It had been a long day and I wanted to shower and go to bed after a couple of hours of TV [which I hadn't seen all summer] so I said goodnight to my folks and went down the hall. Ilsa's door was open slightly and there was a night light on. I peeked in and her room was a mess. Clothes on the floor, toys and papers all over and bed unmade. This from a girl who wouldn't leave for school until her room looked like a hotel room when you first walked into it. I was stunned. Ilsa came down the hall from mom's room and pushed past me and turned and looked at me and said, "Go away." I watched her as she closed her door and I went to shower and to bed. I was fifteen years old and I felt like fifty. Ilsa had, for the first time, completely rejected me. I had spent many hours in her room, and she in mine. I had never been told to go away by her even when I had walked in when she was partly undressed or busy with something. It had made me feel completely rejected and a bit angry. I kept away from her and her room for the next several days and ignored her at meals. It was easy since she never acknowledged my presence. Mom called one day and asked me to make some lunch of us since she couldn't get home. I knocked on Ilsa's door and asked her, door closed, what she would like for lunch. There was a long silence and she opened her door and said to me, "I told you to go away." She started to push the door closed and I stopped her and she looked amazed. I said, "I didn't do this to you. I wasn't even here. So quit taking it out on me. I live here and I gotta help do stuff for you and you can damn well be polite." I went to the kitchen and made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and took one to her room with a glass of milk. I set them on the floor outside her door and knocked and said lunch is served and went back to the kitchen and ate mine. I was so mad that I went down to the basement and worked out for several hours and really over did it. I was so sore that afternoon later I could hardly move. Mom was not sympathetic about it and let me know how she felt during dinner about locking myself in the basement all day. I said it wasn't all day and mom said it might as well have been. Ilsa was up here alone all afternoon. Ilsa looked up and stared at me. I said to mom and Ilsa, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be aloof or exclude you. Next time I'll try to be more patient." I meant it at the moment, though later I wished I hadn't been so darn humble. Dad said that he felt I was still learning to function in what was a new situation. It was understandable and we all had to allow for a bit of learning on my part. Neither mom nor Ilsa said anything and I knew I was really up the creek as far as they were concerned. Dad got me later and filled me in on a bit more of Ilsa's problems. She had been raped three times over a period of ten hours before the police got to her and the guy who held her captive. She was better now than she had been for weeks, and they were hopeful for her complete recovery. He also said that she might be unable to start school when it opened in September. It was up to her psychiatrist and her psychologist who were treating her jointly. She had made great progress but had a ways to go to be able to function in school. He added that it might be necessary for me to be out of school during that time in order to help out with the various appointments she had to keep. She was seen by her doctors locally who were in walking distance of a bus stop but she had to be taken there and back twice a week. She was unable to go alone yet. Trying to be positive, I listened to it all but I really hated to miss school. My swim team friends were all there and I had a girl that I sort of liked and who had shown some interest in me the last few days of school in the spring. I wanted to make contact with her again. After dinner that night Ilsa sat in the living room and watched TV for about an hour. No one commented on it but I bet it was about the first time she had done that. We both had TVs in our rooms so it seemed like some sort of statement on her part but I didn't know what it was. I went to my room and her door was open again. I looked inside and it was still a mess but not quite as bad. She had picked up all her dirty clothes. Still a lot of junk lying around, but not as bad. Progress? I thought. I worked out for a while and took a shower and got dry in the basement. My dirty camp stuff was washed and dried - I had done it myself, so I went in to the laundry and folded my stuff and separated out what I could still wear. There was a pile of dirty stuff so I started to separate it for washing and I realized it was all Ilsa's stuff from her room. I made several piles and put colors and white stuff separate and her under pants and a training bra [something new since last spring] apart from the rest. Being a normal male, the bra piqued my interest and I examined it. It didn't have much of a pocket in the boob part but it was certainly a female item. I got sort of a stiffie out of it and picked up her panties. They were mostly white and but some were colors and some had stars or hearts or cartoon stuff on them. What hers had was a smell that was really different and sexy. And the crotch of some of them was stained and it wasn't pee. I thought about it and realized she was growing up. As I thought about it, I became aware of her as more than a problem sister. I saw her as a girl and realized she was really pretty. At least she would be if she ever got her smile back. I sniffed her panties again and put her undies in the washer. I went to my room and put boxers on which was what I wore as pajamas. I did some flexing in the mirror and was pleased with what I looked like. I was only just fifteen but I had heavy arms and chest muscles for my age and size and knew I was really looking tough. ** The next day was an appointment day for Ilsa so mom and Ilsa and I rode the bus down town and walked the two blocks to the medical center offices. Mom made it plain that she had to go from there to her appointments and I was to go home with Ilsa and be with her for the day until she, mom, got back home. I sat in the waiting room for about an hour and a half when a tall woman came out and said, "Are you Timmy?" "I'm Tim, yeah," I said. She told me she was Dr. Rancouer and would I come with her, please. We went to her office which was huge and sort of a playroom with all kinds of stuff all over the place. I noticed a doll with a pecker and balls and everything. I guess I blushed but no one said anything. She said Ilsa had asked her to talk to me about what she felt was important for me to know. Ilsa was in another room since she didn't want to hear it. I was told again what rape was and some of the details of what Ilsa had had done to her. I didn't know she had been tied up and some other stuff and that he had stuffed a coke bottle in her. She had been in a lot of pain at first but she was more or less normal again except for not being a virgin any more. The Doctor said this was something that bothered her a lot. She had been saving herself for someone special and now she felt she had nothing to give him. Doctor Rancouer said that this was a common thing for young girls to think about, but Ilsa was really hurting because of it. It was the 'knight on the white horse' fantasy and it usually got less important as girls matured. She said, "Another problem was her fear that you, Timmy, won't accept her as she is now. She sees herself as being dirty and unworthy of affection. And she has focused on you as the one she needs to make understand how she feels." I didn't know what to say to all that so I just sat. The doctor told me it was common in cases like this for the patient to focus on one person as a target, and that I was Ilsa's. That made me very important in her therapy. When I had told her she should be polite, she realized that I was the one to try to relate to. I was supposed to not do that kind of thing again but it might have been a lucky event in Ilsa's therapy. I asked her if there was anything I was supposed to do and she said to always respond to any request that she made. It was important for her to begin to relate to the world again and it would be faster if the world, ie me, responded to her in a positive way. That sounded easy enough to do. llly never asked for anything. I went back out to the waiting room and Ilsa was sitting waiting for me. She got up when she saw me coming and we walked back to the bus stop. We had to wait for a while and it was hot in the sun. I told her to sit and I would stand over her for shade. She was so blond that only a few minutes of sun could burn her badly. She sat on the bench and I sort of leaned over her and created shade for her. She stared up at me and I looked back at her and smiled. "I'm here for ya kiddo," I said. She dropped her eyes and sat and I caught her staring at my crotch. My pants were fairly tight since mom hadn't bought me any new stuff yet and my guy stuff was making a bulge in them. I didn't care much for her staring but I didn't know what to do about it. It started me thinking about her underpants in the laundry and I started to get hard. I was swelling up pretty fast when the bus came and I got Ilsa up and onto it and paid the fare and we went back and sat. She tried to open the window and couldn't and I asked her if she wanted me to try. She nodded and I stood up and bent over her and grabbed the window lifts and pulled it up. My crotch was right in front of her face and as the window went up so did her hand. She put her palm against my cock and rubbed it and pressed it against my leg and looked at me and blushed and looked down again and sat there with her hands in her lap. I was so shocked it made me soft and I sat down and looked at the floor. We had never touched each other in our lives. We had played doctor once and showed each other our private parts but we had never done any touching. I knew full well what sex was all about but had never considered that she might be interested in it. She was only eleven with a birthday in September. I remembered the training bra and the smell of her panties and felt the 'tingle in my dingle' as the guys said, and resolved to stop thinking like that. We got off the bus and walked home. We got to the door and I unlocked and went in and checked for her to prove she was safe inside and she came in. She stopped at the hallway and turned and said, "Don't tell on me?" I was surprised and shook my head and said, "Okay." Her eyes flickered a little and she turned and went to her room. I got some food out and made ham and cheese and mustard and salami sandwiches. I poured milk and went down the hall to tell her she could eat when she was ready. Her door was open and she was standing in panties and a new bra and looking at herself in the mirror. She saw me looking at her and turned and said, "What?" I said, "Jesus, you're so beautiful." I didn't mean to say it, but it slipped out. She stood and looked at me and turned and put shorts on. She pulled a t-shirt on and fluffed her short goldy white hair and said again, "What?" I told her I had made her a sandwich and she nodded and I went back to the kitchen. She came in and sat at the table and looked at me. I brought her sandwich and milk to her and she stared at me a minute and said, "Thank you, Timmy." She was the only person I would let get away with calling me Timmy. It sounded too babyish but I never got her to quit doing it. I thought it sounded kind of nice, but hearing her say anything was nice. We ate in silence and she carried her own stuff to the sink and put it down. As she went out to the hall she said, ' I need to show you something later." I said, "Okay" and then forgot about it. Later in the afternoon she came down stairs where I was lifting and watched me for a while. I was sweaty and wet and she came over and touched my pectoral muscles with a finger and licked it. "Salty," she said. " I need to show you something." I put the weights down and said, "Okay, what is it?" She turned and faced me and looked at me and took her shorts off. She pulled her panties down to just above her crotch and said, "Look at me." I was staring at her bare tummy and front. I hadn't seen her like that since we were maybe four and seven. She had a girls shape, getting rounded and soft looking. Her legs were long for her body and were still slim but were beginning to get curvy. She said look at me here and she pointed to a small crescent mark on her lower belly next to where her legs joined her body. It was all I could do to stop looking at her lowered panties but I looked at the curved mark. It was a scar. She said, "It's where he bit me. It hurt so bad when he bit me. I didn't do anything to him and he bit me." She started to cry. I went to her and held her and she sobbed and hiccupped and her tears were getting my shirt wet and still she cried. I was patting her shoulder and holding her and my arm gradually slid down her back and I realized I was holding her bare ass in my hand. I don't think she noticed it and I moved my hand back up to her waist and the bottom of her t -shirt. She finally calmed down and she looked up at me, her eyes all swollen and red, her nose running and said, "Why did he want to hurt me?" I had no answer for her. I said, "Illy, I don't know. They said he was sick. Maybe that's why. I don't think anyone should ever hurt you. I'm so sorry he hurt you. What can I do to make it be alright?" She shook her head and didn't say anything for a bit and then she backed away from me and looked up and said, "Do you still like me?" I said, "Well sure I like you. You're my sister." She said, "No. Not like that. Do you like me. Ilsa. Not your sister, Me. The girl I am now." I said, "Yea. I like you. Whoever you are, or think you are. What's not to like?" She sort of smiled at me and said, "I was so scared you wouldn't like me anymore." "Illy," I said, "you are about the most important person in the world to me." She said, "I'm standing here with my pants around my ankles, hugging the person I love most in the world and I'm not even embarrassed." I told her I guessed I was though. I had never seen a grown up girl almost bare before. She blushed and said, "Get out of here so I can get cleaned up." I backed away from her and couldn't help looking at her middle again. She was so pretty down there. I kept backing away from her and finally turned and went out. Dinner that night was different. Ilsa talked a little and she smiled at dad once when he said something funny. Later on mom and dad asked what I had done for her. I told them about talking to her doctor and making lunch and her wanting to talk to me and crying. I didn't say anything about her having her panties down and seeing her half naked. They were so happy to have her talking and a smile too. I was kinda happy about it too. I woke up the next morning and llsa was sitting in my desk chair watching me. It was real early and the light was just pale gray like when me and dad get up to go fishing. I said, "Hi, What are you doing in here so early?" She said, "I wanted to see you. I peeked under your covers and you got shorts on. You used to sleep naked and I got to see your penis. When did you start wearing pants to bed?" I was confused. "How do you know I used to sleep naked?" She said, "I used to come in and look. I wanted to know what you looked like down there. I remembered we were different but I couldn't remember much more than that so I peeked. I wanted to see it again and see if it was like his." I said, "Your doctor said I was supposed to do whatever you wanted me to. Do you want to see me now?" She looked thoughtful and said, "Not now. Maybe later. Will you show me later?" I said, "I guess. Just ask me, okay?" She nodded and stood up. She was wearing an old T-shirt of mine which was too small for her. Some of her bottom showed as she walked away. I went back to sleep with that picture of her butt in my mind as I drifted off. ** I woke up again about ten o'clock. I went to the kitchen and ate breakfast and drank about a quart of orange juice. I liked grapefruit juice better but no one else did so I had to have the orange juice instead. I went to the bathroom and peed and brushed my teeth and then went to my room to get dressed. Illsa's door was closed but I heard her TV playing. I knocked on her door but she didn't answer. I was dressing when I heard her come out of her room. She came in my open door and said, "I wanna see it now." I got kinda scared but I had told her I would so I took off my Levis and said, "Are you sure?" and she nodded so I pulled my under pants down and let them drop. I turned to face her. My dick wasn't hard but it was about half way. I wasn't the biggest of the guys I hung out with but I wasn't the smallest either. I was the thickest though, and they teased me about that. One of the divers called me 'Stump" cuz he said it looked like a tree stump. Ilsa came over and looked at it. She said nothing just looked. She said, "It felt bigger in the bus yesterday." I told her it was cuz I was sort of excited then. She wanted to know why and I told her I had been thinking about her because I had done her laundry the other night and it got me excited. She said, "Did you get excited when you saw me for real?" I said, "Not really cuz you were so sad and crying and all I could do was feel bad for you." She said "Would you get excited now if you saw me now?" I said, "I guess so." She pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her little cotton panties and slid them down and off and stood back up facing me. Her slit was pink and it looked wet and shiny. It was puffy too, and sort of stuck out. I started to get hard and it got big. I was maybe five or six inches long. I was circumcised and the head of my cock was pretty dark red when I got full hard. She stared at it and said, "Did you ever put it in a girl?" I shook my head. She said men like to stick it in girls. " Why do they like to hurt girls?" I said it wasn't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to feel good. "It didn't feel good when he did it to me the first time. It hurt a lot and I bled all over myself. He came back and did it to me again after a while and it didn't hurt as much, but it still hurt where he bit me," and she rubbed the curved scar on her tummy, "and then he came back and did it again and he was tired, I think, cuz he made me do it to him, and it felt good and I liked it and I hate liking it. I hate it. I hate myself for liking it." She burst into tears again and sobbed and cried and I went and held her. I was standing there with my dick against her belly and her bumpy little tits pressing against my chest and the jerks and bumps of her crying was making my dick twitch. I couldn't help it but I felt bad that I was thinking about what he had got to do to her and that I wanted to do it to her too. "Illy," I said, "I got to put my pants on, I'm not gonna be able to stand here like this." I pulled my shorts and jeans back on and then stood next to her and patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay, Illy, I love you." She leaned against me and asked if I thought she was bad for liking it. I told her it was supposed to feel good so I guessed it must be normal to like it. She asked will you answer truly honest, cross your heart if ask you something? I told her yes I would. She said, "Would you want to do it to me?" I said, "I'm not sure what to say," and I was going to go on and she stopped me. She said, "Just answer yes or no. Would you do it to me?" I said very softly in a whisper. "Yes, I would do it to you". She said, "Good. Thank you. I feel cleaner and better now. If you like me that much I must be okay. Thank you Timmy. I love you." She kissed my cheek and ran out. I worked out again really hard that afternoon. Ilsa came and watched me and giggled when I farted trying to lift the 210 pound bar. She asked if she could try. I said not on these weights and she wanted to argue and I told her she could get hurt with too much weight. "You have to work up to the heavy stuff, "I said. She wanted me to teach her how so I showed her a bunch of exercises to do with the hand weights to get in condition for harder workouts. She said she wanted to sweat like I do. I said that girls don't sweat the same as guys so not to be disappointed if she didn't. I showered and played with my dick in the shower. I hadn't come yet but I figured if it was gonna happen I wanted to be awake for it. I didn't want the first time to be a wet dream. I thought about Illy's pretty little body and wondered if I would ever see it again. The next morning I had to take Ilsa to the other doctor's office. It was in the same building and I had to wait in an empty waiting room for an hour. It was so dead quiet it felt like a morgue. Ilsa came out smiling and said to take her home now. We waited at the bus stop again and I shaded her like I did last time. She was pretty quiet but said, "I got another truth answer question for you". I said, "Shoot." She asked if I was being so nice to her because she was sick or because I wanted her to let me do stuff to her. I told her that she was my sister and I liked her and had always liked her. I was nice because she needed me to be nice and she didn't feel good yet. I told her I thought it was mean to ask me that. "And you get sunburned it you aren't in the shade." She said she was sorry. Then she asked if I still wanted to do stuff to her. The bus came and I didn't have to answer her. She asked me to open her window again. I stood up like before and when I raised the window, and she pressed against my dick again but this time with her fingers and not her hand. I sat down fast. She whispered, "You're really hard today." I told her to quit making me be like this. It wasn't fair to have to walk around all worked up all the time. We walked home and I asked her if she wanted anything special for lunch. She shrugged and walked down the hall. "I'm tired and I think I'll take a nap. I'll get something later." She went in her room and closed her door. I ate a ham and egg sandwich and milk and six Oreos and brushed my teeth and went back to my room. I had some stuff lying around and I decided to pick up. I was hanging my pants in the closet when I saw a gleam of light in the wall. I put my finger on it thinking it looked like a sparkly bit from a Christmas decoration and it disappeared. I took my finger away and it was back. I bent down to look closer and realized it was a pinhole opening in the wall. I peered through and could see most of Illy's bedroom. I thought how sexy that could be and then realized I had not made the hole there and it had to be her. The walls had to be four inches thick between the wall board. I knew it had to have taken a while to get it opened up enough to be able to see through. Illy was smart, but I didn't think she could have done it without help. She walked across her room as I was peering through her spy hole. She stood in front of her mirror and pulled her shorts off and her panties down and looked at her self. She was rubbing the scar on her belly. She had a small jar of something she dabbed on it and rubbed over it. I couldn't figure out what she was doing but I guessed it might be sore or something. She rubbed her tummy all over with both her hands and sat on her little stool at her dressing table and spread her legs and looked at herself. She pulled the sides of her slit apart and stared some more. I was dying to be able to see what she saw, but she was sitting so I could see her side but not her front. She touched herself and held her hand in her crotch. She stood up and pulled her shirt off and I saw her little titties. They had small pink nipples that stood up on her chest and looked really cute. I was so hard I hurt. I squeezed my dick and knew for just a moment why that guy had attacked her. She was the most sexual thing I had ever seen and I had seen some stuff the older guys had at camp. For that single instant I wanted her body to do with as I pleased. I was immediately ashamed of myself. I kept thinking 'she's my sister,' over and over. And then I would see her smooth young body in my memory and I'd be right back to wanting her again. I knew pretty well what happened when ya 'did it'. I had never touched a girl sexually, but being a normal male I was looking forward to the feel of breasts in my hands and the sensation of touching a pussy. I had only experienced kissing on a couple of occasions. Last year there were several parties where we played Post Office and Spin the Bottle, so I had kissed several of the girls from school. The girl I liked had spent our time in the closet [the Post Office] holding my face in her hands and sucking my lips and humming at me as she did it. It had been terrifically exciting and I was looking forward to more of the same. But not with Illy. She was my sister and you didn't do stuff like that with your sister. I crawled out of the closet and sat on the bed staring at the gleam of light shining in from her bedroom. I quietly closed the closet door and went down to the basement door and went down to the basement. Thirty minutes later I was sweating and pumping iron as hard as I could. I showered and went in to lie down and watch TV for a while. I dozed off and was awakened by Illy shaking my foot. "Mom's on the phone and wants to talk to you." She handed me the phone and walked out. She had on a shirt on and panties and nothing else. I watched her little ass as she left. It took me a second to get to mom. "Hi mom, what's up?" I said. She said, "Dad and I got some tickets for the opera this evening and we won't be home for dinner. We're going to 'Il Trovatore', which is one of dad's favorites. We'll be eating in town and will stay there over night, so you have to take care of Ilsa. Look under the sweaters in your dads drawer and get some money and take yourselves out someplace for a decent meal. No Wendy's or McDonald stuff. A good meal. Take a cab there and back and be careful with her." I told her we could handle that and went in to tell Illy what was going on. I forgot to knock and barged in and said, "Guess what?" And then I realized she was lying on her bed. Her knees were up. Her legs were spread open. Her hand was holding herself down there. Her hand was holding her tit. She was wide eyed and she lay there looking at me and I turned and ran out. About an hour later I knocked on her door. Silence. I said, "Illy? I need to talk to you about dinner." Silence... I knocked again and said, "I'm gonna come in now, okay?" Silence... I opened her door and started talking before it was open all the way. "I'm sorry about barging in here like that before. I didn't mean to do anything to make you mad at me and I'm really sorry." She was sitting on the bed with her shirt and panties on and just looked at me. "I'm sorry," I said again. Silence... "Mom said I should take you out for dinner tonight and we get to call a cab to go and they won't be home till tomorrow afternoon so we can stay up as late as we want and watch TV or whatever you wanna do." I realized I was babbling like an idiot and I shut my mouth and walked several steps closer and said again, "I'm sorry." She sort of waved a hand at me and said, "Where do we have to go to eat?" "Mom just said no fast food. We're supposed to get a good meal somewhere." Ily said she had wanted to eat good Italian and could we go somewhere for that and I said we could go anywhere we want. "Get out of here and I'll get dressed," she said and slid off her bed. Her panties got pulled up tight into her crotch as she slid down and I could see how they were pressed into her crack. She said, "A front side wedgie," and giggled at me and I knew she wasn't mad or upset anymore. "What are you gonna wear?" she asked. "I guess my sport coat and a shirt and slacks. I think we oughta look decent if we go to Lorenzo's" She nodded and said, "I'll find something." I got my clothes together and got dressed but my sport coat was too tight to button. I had gotten too big for it and it was almost new. I went back to Illy's door and knocked again. "What now," she asked and opened it. I showed her what the jacket looked like and she said, "Just leave it open." She had on a sheer slip and no bra and I could see her nipples thru it. It looked like she had curled her hair. She was prettier; And sexy. I wasn't thinking and I said, "Your boobs are nice in that slip." When a real blond blushes it is a sight to see. Illy turned red down to her knees. She was red as fire. I realized what I had done, and started apologize but Illy stopped me. She said, "You probably shouldn't talk like that to me. But I'm glad you did. I wanted you to notice that I got boobs now." I said, "I saw them this afternoon and they're beautiful." She said, "They aren't very big yet but it feels good to have them." I asked her if it felt good when she touched them and she turned red again and said, "Yeah, most times it does." She turned and went back to her room and closed the door. She wore a short skirt and little high heels and a scoop necked peasant blouse and looked like a model for Junior Miss Clothing Magazine or whatever it is. We called a cab and rode to the restaurant. We didn't talk much but I could tell Illy was pretty excited about going out. She was dressed up and looked like she was about five years older. She had used some of mom's lipstick and eye liner. She was so neat and I was feeling good being her escort. We got a table and the waiter brought a wine menu and looked sort of doubtful and asked if we wanted to order wine. I told him I did but at age fifteen it might get us all in trouble. We all laughed and he said he would bring us ginger ale and wrap it like champagne and put it in an ice bucket and we could all pretend. We ordered. Illy always wanted veal Scaloppini, her very favorite. I had chicken Marcela and it was terrific. We had Italian ice cream for dessert and I asked the waiter to get us a cab. I paid the check and left him a twenty percent tip. We had had fun with him. When we were in the cab going home, Illy said it felt like we were on a date. I said, "Yea and we don't have to be home till tomorrow afternoon. Not many dates are like that," and I laughed. Illy said, "Can we pretend it was a date and make it a game?" I said, "Sure. We can do anything you want." We got home and as I was poking the key in the lock, Illy said if it's a date you're supposed to kiss me goodnight. I said, "Okay," and leaned down and kissed her cheek. I almost went for her mouth but thought better of it. We went in and I pulled my jacket off. It had gotten uncomfortable, especially under my arms cuz it was so tight. "That's a relief," I said and Illy kicked her little high heels off and said, "Me too. I'm not used to heels and my feet are sore." I laughed at her and said I could kiss 'Em and make 'em all better if she wanted me to. She mumbled something and I asked her what she said. She looked at me and said, "If it's the kind of kiss I got out front, it wouldn't do my feet any good at all." I told her I didn't know what kind of kiss she wanted to have and I was playing it safe. Illy said, "If I wanted a peck on the cheek I would have turned my cheek toward you. What I wanted was a real kiss." I said, "I'm sorry, Illy. I just don't know how to do what you want any more. I'm always scared I'm gonna upset you or make you mad and I don't want to. I like the way we're starting to get along again and I'm scared I'll ruin it." "Timmy, why don't you do what you wanna do and let me tell you when I don't like it instead of trying to figure out everything in advance?" She smiled at me. "I'm not gonna break or fall apart or get mad anymore. We're pretending a date so do what you would do with your girl friend. If I don't like it, I'll be honest and tell you." I decided I could pretend like that. There was a chance at getting to kiss her and get her to kiss back like a grown up. I walked over to where she was standing and said, "Kissing is like M&Ms. I can never stop with just one." I put my hands on her hips and bent down and kissed her the way I had kissed in the closet at the party. Illy stood there and closed her eyes and let me kiss her. I held her for a few seconds and stopped. She looked up at me and said, "I like that. Will you do it again?" I nodded and put her hands on my shoulders and put my arms around her and kissed her again. She had to lean against me and I pressed a little harder against her mouth and slid my tongue out just enough to touch her lips. She stiffened and then pressed back and I felt her tongue come out and touch mine. We kissed like that for a bit and then I stopped and let her go. I said, "That's almost French kissing when you do it with your tongue. "What do you mean almost?" she asked' I said, "You got to let it all the way in your mouth and you have to go in my mouth too. It's nice." "Okay," she said. "Do it." I put my arms around her again and she reached up and put her arms around my neck. I kissed her for a bit and then slid my tongue out. She opened her mouth and I pushed my tongue into it. She tasted like peppermint and girl spit. It was really nice but I started to get hard. I let her go and tried to back away from her so she wouldn't feel my dick pushing at her tummy. She held on and squeezed herself against me and I could feel her little titties pushing against me. I knew she could feel my dick. It was like a rock it was so hard. I pulled away and said I was sorry. I told her I couldn't help it. It was what happened when a guy got excited. She said, "Did I make you get hard?" I nodded. She said, "Then you like me, huh?" I nodded again. "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked. I nodded again. She said, "Let's kiss some more." I led her over to the couch and sat next to her. Putting my arms around her I slid down so we were lying facing each other. She said, "This is nicer than standing up," and put her arms around my neck and pressed against me again and we kissed some more. I had one arm under her holding her against me and the other arm on her hip. As we kissed, I moved my hand around on her hip and side, gradually moving toward her pert little left breast. I felt the slight swell of it with my fingers and I felt her tense up. I slid my hand onto her breast and squeezed gently. She made no response so I continued to feel her. I had never been this far with any girl and it was as exciting as anything I had ever done. I was dizzy with the feel of her boob and her hardening little nipple, which I could feel through the sheer fabric of her blouse and bra. I pinched her nipple gently and her pelvis jerked up at me. She said, "Do that some more." in a whispery sort of voice. "Do you like it?" I asked and she nodded and went back to sucking my tongue. Her arms were up and her blouse had pulled free of her skirt. I put my hand under it and felt the soft warm smoothness of her skin as I slid my hand back up to her bra and the breast it held. Her bra was just a soft cotton sort of sling shot with no wires or anything, Her nipple jutted out at my hand and I squeezed and rolled it as we kissed. She was breathing harder and puffing a little and finally let her head fall back and let me feel her. My dick was pressing against her legs below her crotch. I wiggled around in order to get to press against her body with my dick, hoping to get her to push back. I put my free hand on her butt and slid back at her and felt her 'bumper bone' and she humped at me and pressed against it and shuddered. I held her against my dick and she squirmed and wiggled and sort of made a humming sound. Her skirt had gotten pulled up and I was aware that my hand was touching panty as well as skirt. I pulled her skirt up a bit and her butt was exposed, covered by a silky pair of her panties. I caressed her ass and it felt so nice; round and soft but firm underneath and warm. Her butt crack felt sexy as I slid my fingers along it. She was pressing hard against my dick and I pressed back in little humping motions, hoping she would feel the rhythm. I helped by pressing with my hand on her ass as I pushed in front with my dick. We found the rhythm and were humping in synch with each other. I slid my hand into the waistband of her panties and felt her bare butt. I could feel her flexing it as she pumped against me. I returned to feeling her crack and sliding my finger down a little further each stroke. I got deep into her bottom and felt the heat of her groin. She gasped as my fingers slid along her bottom and went across her butt hole. She poked her butt back at my hand and I tickled her opening. She raised her leg and let it lie against me to make room for my fingers. I was able to go deeper into her crotch and feel the soft mystery of her cunt. Puffy and wet, she was hot and smooth and moving as I traced the line of her slit from bottom to front. Her slit ended at a swollen little knob. When I touched it she gasped and grunted and humped hard at me. I heard her say, "Oh gee, oh, oh." as I felt her bottom all over. It had folds and swellings and places no kid had ever even dreamed about and I was feeling it all and wondering what most of it was for. I wanted to find her 'hole' where my dick would go if we fucked. I slid my fingers around for a while as she panted against me and finally my finger slid into her. Deep. Hot. Tight. She pressed up at me and kissed me again and said, "Oh God," into my mouth. "Go deeper in it," she whispered. I pressed into her as far as my finger would go and hit the end. It was a rubbery bump deep inside her. She was full of my finger and my dick was pushing against her little front bump and her body stiffened and she pulled my mouth against hers and humped real hard about six times. Her little pussy hole was spasming on my finger and I could feel her butt doing the same thing. She was making a screeching sound but not loud, just going 'eeeeeeeee' and holding tight to me. She wasn't kissing me but her mouth was against mine. I was afraid I had hurt her and stopped moving my fingers in her and pulled back from her front. She was relaxing and sort of melting as her muscles un-flexed. "Are you okay?" I was looking down at her and I guess I was frowning. She opened her eyes and said, "It's so good. I never felt so good before. All in my tummy and butt, it's all so good. My whole bottom and all over felt so good." She smiled at me and said, "Timmy, I loved it. I love you," and she kissed me again, Soft and sweet and long. No tongue, just a soft mouth kiss. I had only a vague idea of what had happened to her. I knew guys could shoot off or cum and I had been told girls did too but different than we did. I figured I had just seen the difference. Her face was sort of loose lipped looking and the rest of her was all limp. She lay on her back smiling sort of goofy at me but she looked really happy for the first time since I got home from camp. My dick was still hard and it was kinda sore from rubbing in my pants against her. But mostly it was still hard. I wanted to do more stuff with her. She got up and said she had to pee and she sort of wobbled down the hall to the john. I unzipped my pants and looked at my dick. It was a little red from the rubbing but it was pretty much like it always looked when I got hard. I squeezed it and rubbed it and it felt great. I hadn't ever been this hard or this excited for this long and I needed to rub it. I kept playing with it and rubbing and it started to feel really good. The feeling got more and more intense and all of a sudden I exploded, and shot my stuff all over myself and the couch. I heard Illy say, "Gee, that was awesome." I knew she had seen me squirt. I was woozy from it and didn't really care if she saw it or not. I had never cum before and it had made me weak and sleepy. I guess I dozed off. ** When I woke up, I was lying on the couch and had a blanket over me. The clock said it was four AM. I went down the hall to my room and took off my clothes in the dark. When I got in bed I realized Illy was in my bed and was sound asleep. I crawled in next to her and fell back to sleep. I woke about six and stretched and felt her still sleeping next to me. I had to pee so I went to the bathroom and came back and eased back into the bed. I lifted the covers to peek and she had nothing on but panties. I moved over to her and spooned against her back. She didn't move so I put an arm over her and cuddled against her. She was all warm and soft. She smelled of mom's Chanel perfume and of sleep. She was lying with her hands under her pillow. I could see her nipple showing just under her arm and I put my hand on her little tittie to feel and play with it. It was soft and warm but her nipple swelled right away and got hard and stiff. I rolled it with my fingers and she sighed and rolled over on her back. This gave me two nipples to play with and I sucked one into my mouth and tweaked the other one. As I played with her, she began making little movements with her hips. I slid my hand down into her panties and felt for her slit. It was warm and dry which surprised me. It had been so wet last night. I rubbed along her crack and felt her puffy folds and how they sort of guarded her inside stuff. I felt all the way down to her butt hole and rubbed my finger against it. It was dry too and I figured I had picked the wrong time to play with her. I kept my hand on her pussy and rubbed it gently and lay there and watched her. She had long eyelashes that were so blond they were invisible unless you had the right angle to see them. Her hair was short and she had bangs and after all night, it was all messed up and she looked her age. Her makeup was gone and she was just a little eleven year old asleep next to me. I felt her stir under the hand in her panties and pressed against her and my finger slid into her slit. She was wet. I rubbed her soft stuff in there and she spread her legs and groaned and opened her eyes and looked around and then at me. She smiled and said, "This is a nice way to wake up. I'm all itchy and I gotta pee." She got up and went out and I lay back down. After a while she came back and got in bed and wiggled around and threw her panties on the floor. She said go brush your teeth and come back and we can play. When I came back her eyes were closed and I got in bed with her. She said, "Do we get to kiss in the morning?" "Do you wanna kiss?" I asked her. She said, "I wanna do everything again." I put my hand on her tummy and leaned over to kiss her. She said "Lie on top of me and do it." I got on top of her and kissed her and she pushed me away She said, "You're too heavy. I can't breathe." I said, "You get on me then." She crawled over and got on top of me and she felt like a soft warm little blanket as she settled on top of me. I held her little ass in my hands and pressed her against my dick which had gotten hard. She giggled and said, "I made it hard again," and kissed me. I rubbed her back and her little ass and felt her all over her back and she lay there kissing me and making little purring noises. She finally stopped and said, "That feels so good," and sat up on me with my dick between her legs and said, "Do my titties." Her tits were small but perfectly formed with pink nipples crowning them. Her nipples were hard and pointy and I pulled them gently and rolled them as I did. She sat on my dick, sliding back and forth, her eyes closed and her mouth open, panting and humming in a low [for an almost twelve year old] voice. I could feel the heat of her cunt on my dick and I was dying to slide it inside her. She began to frown slightly and her rocking became harder and more forceful. Her hands on my chest were squeezing my pec muscles. I watched the head of my dick appear and disappear as her pussy lips slid over it. She sped up and her voice reached a higher pitch and her body began to spasm on mine. I guessed she was going to cum. Her sliding abruptly stopped and she stiffened and pressed hard on my dick and I felt her cunt leak hot wetness on to my dick. She held the position for a minute and then sagged down on to me. She was panting and I could feel her heart racing. I held her and rubbed her back gently and caressed her butt. I loved the feel of her ass. It was warm and smooth and soft now, as she was relaxed. It felt so good to my hands to be able to move her little buns and feel them change their shape as I pressed on them. Illy said, "If you keep playing with my bottom like that you're gonna have to make me go off again. I like it, but it's gonna get me all worked up all over again." I said, "I need to stick it in you." She said, "You mean you wanna fuck me." I told her it was more than wanting to. I needed to. I hadn't ever done it and I had to. She said okay, but I need to be on top. You're too big and heavy. I said," you're already on top." She said, "Put it in me then." I tried to get it in her and couldn't. She was gonna have to sit up so I could stick it into her. I told her and she sat up and looked down at my dick and raised up and I held it and slid it against her bottom and couldn't feel her hole. She said, "Here," and reached down and moved it and pressed down and I felt, for the first time, the heat of a swollen, hot cunt swallowing my dick into itself. The sensation was so intense my body began to tense up for orgasm. I said that she had to hold real still for a minute. I didn't want it to be over so soon. She sat on me, looking down at my dick sticking in her. "That looks neat," she said. "Can I move yet?" I wasn't sure but I nodded and she squirmed around on me and settled her body on me. I was buried in little girl pussy. It was hot and tight and slippery and exciting. She began a rocking motion again which was wonderful. It wasn't so much that I was gonna shoot soon but it felt great. Illy hummed and told me her nubbin was rubbing on my front bone and was gonna make her go off again. I think I said okay or something but I was so lost in the sensation of her hot body surrounding my hard dick that I can't remember. We kept rocking together for several minutes and then I felt the shuddering urgency of my body getting ready to squirt again. I began to hump up at her and I heard her saying, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," and then I squirted into her. It felt like it lasted forever. I kept pulsing and each time I humped up and she pressed down and I would go deeper in her. And then I would pulse again and it happened again until I couldn't move any more. She said, "You made me go off again when you squirted into me. I felt it real hot and I went off again." She sat on my softening dick and started to cry. "I wish it was you that did it to me the first time," she sobbed. "I would have loved it to be you." I held her and we lay there and fell asleep. When I woke up Ilsa was gone. I got up and went to the bathroom and peed and brushed my teeth. I stripped my bed and went and got Illsa's linen and went down to the laundry and loaded the washing machine and started it. I remade my bed with fresh stuff and went back to Ilsa's room to do hers. She had cleaned it up and it was almost as neat and orderly as it used to be. I looked in her closet and there was a cut out on the back wall. I looked through the little hole and could see most of my room. I wondered how long that had been there. And who had cut out the wall board and drilled the hole. I heard her coming and jumped out of the closet and was putting her bedspread in place when she came in. "Where ya been?" I asked. She grinned and said, "I went out to get the paper and the kids from next door were out. They were asking where we have been. I told them you went to camp and I been sick. I don't want anyone to know about me." She came over to me and said, "Please don't tell anyone about what happened to me?" I put my arms around her and said, "Never in a million years." She leaned against me and put her arms around my waist and held me tight for a minute. "Timmy, why are you being so nice to me? I was rude and kinda nasty to you when you came home and you were just sweet and stayed that way even when I told you to go away?" "You're my sister and I have always been happy with you. I just want you to be the way you were before you got, um you know , before he, uh, I mean when..." She put her hand on my mouth and stopped my stuttering. "You don't have to be afraid to say it to me. You mean before he fucked me and tore me up inside and stuffed a coke bottle in me and slapped me and bit me and did it to me again." I was quiet and didn't say anything. She just looked at me and then let go of me. And went and sat on her bed. "Thanks for doing my bed, Tim, I appreciate it. I owe you one." She said, looking at the floor. I said, "Illy, don't be distant. I can't help being the way I am. I love you and I hate it that it happened. I don't know what to say to you when you talk about it because I have no way of understanding how it must have been like. All I can do is love you as much as I can and any way that you want me to. But please don't go off to your private world of being silent again. I couldn't take that." She patted the bed next to her and I sat down. She leaned against my shoulder and said, "I love you too. More than I can tell you. I love having you make love to me. I keep thinking it can't feel so good when once it felt so bad, but it keeps feeling good and gets better. I want to keep on doing it with you but I'm scared that we might get caught. "I haven't had a period yet but when I start, I can get pregnant and that would kill us both. And you have a girl friend and I'm already jealous of her. And when school starts, you're gonna have to miss so much walking with me every day." She started to cry again. I held her and made 'awwww' noises. She cried a while and gradually settled down and snuffled and sniffed and got tears all over my shirt. She got quiet and leaned on me and hiccupped a bit and sighed. I turned her to face me. "I'll make a deal with you," I said. "You don't get to feel bad about what I do and I don't have to feel bad about loving you. I love you like my sister, but I love you like a girl too. I never knew what fucking was like but you showed me and I can't imagine ever doing it with anyone else. So let's take it one day at a time and we'll see how it works. We can get rubbers so you won't get pregnant or maybe we can get your doctor to put you on the pill. Whatever, we'll handle it." I kissed her forehead and stood up and she stood and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I love you," she said. We ate breakfast and cleaned up a little. It didn't need much, and we folded the stuff after it came out of the dryer. Illy put it in the linen closet and came back to where I was sitting in my room. "Mom and dad are gonna be home in about four hours," she said, and then we're gonna have to act like brother and sister again." I said, "I know." I wanted her to say what she was thinking rather than make me say what I was. I wanted to kiss and feel her some more. She said, "Maybe we could do some kissing again?" I said, "I would like to do more than kissing." She smiled happily and looked like my little sister. She stood up and said, "Will you undress me? I always dreamed about someone taking my clothes off and feeling me while he does it." "Let's go in my room, and do it there." I took her hand and led her into my room and closed the door. She had a skirt and button up shirt on. I assumed she had a bra and panties but I didn't know. I kissed her again and unbuttoned three lower buttons of her shirt. Her tummy was warm against my fingers and I caressed it as I slid my hand along her lower chest and tummy. I undid the last two buttons and her bare breasts were exposed. It was a surprise to see her with no bra and I guess I gaped at her. She giggled and said, "It feels nice to have my nipples rubbing on the satiny cloth of my shirt. And I thought you might like it too." "I love it and I love your boobs. They're so much bigger when you're not lying on your back. And the tips are all hard already. She said, "It's from my shirt and you rubbing my tummy. It makes me all warm down in my um, in my, uh, well, down there." "You can call it anything you want and I'll go along with it. I said, "The guys all call it a pussy or a cunt but what do you call it when you think about it?" She sort of blushed and said, "I think of it as my 'hot spot' but I called it my 'tweeny' when I was little cuz I could go in between the sides and it felt good to rub in there." "We can call it your tweeny if you want," as I continued to caress her nipples and tummy. I unzipped her skirt and she wiggled it off. She was wearing tight white cotton panties with very pale blue butterflies on them. Her little butt stuck out and her mound in front was showing a little dampness. I slid both hands down her body to her bottom. I turned her sideways so I could play with both her butt and her 'tween' at the same time. I rubbed her buns and squeezed them and watched her eye lids get droopy and her mouth go soft. I was barely touching her in front but I could feel the heat of her tween on my hand through her panties. I slid my hand along the sides of her slit and pressed on them so she would feel it inside. She made a hissing sound and said, "Are ya gonna take 'em off?" I said, "Pretty soon," and I kept on rubbing her, in front and back. She said, "I gotta sit down," and went and sat on the bed. I knelt down in front of her and leaned forward and sucked a nipple. She held my head against her with her left hand and squeezed her other breast with her right. I reached between her legs and pressed her nubbin. She spread her legs to let me in and lay back on her elbows. I pulled her panties and she raised her butt to help me slide them down. I went slow with it to be sure I got to touch her thighs and knees and lower legs. I slid my hands back up and reveled in the soft smooth softness of her never-shaven young legs. As my hands approached her 'tween' I could see the glisten of sexual juices. She was getting very hot, very fast. Her eyes were heavy lidded and half closed as she watched me feel her thighs and tummy around her soft and swollen slit. She was beginning to pant and her tummy was making slight humping movements. "Do my crack," she whispered. I slid fingers into the bottom of her slit right over her opening. It was very wet and hot. My dick was cramped in my pants so I stood up in front of her and pulled my shirt off slowly as I stared into her blue eyes. Her goldy-white hair was all mussed and she looked like a little girl. I undid my belt and unzipped and let my pants slide down and then slowly slid my shorts down and stepped out of them. My dick was as hard as it ever got and was aimed at her face. She sat up and held it gently and stroked it and sucked it into her mouth. I could feel her tongue sliding around the head. I could cum very easily and I wanted to go slow and long with her. I pulled slowly out of her mouth and bent and kissed her. I kneeled in front of her again and sucked a nipple as I pressed her back on the bed. We lay side by side and I played with her cunt and her nipple and kissed her again. Her nipples were hard and pointy. Her cunt was hot and wet and swollen and wide open. She gasped at me, "Put something in me." "Where?" I asked. "Anywhere," she said. "I need to feel filled up." I slid my fingers thru her slit from top to bottom several times and spread her juices all over. I kissed her again and pulled her toward me so she rolled over onto her belly. My hand played in her ass crack as I slid down into her bottom and felt for her opening. Her anus we tightly closed so I tickled it and rubbed and pressed my pinkie at it. It slipped into her. She raised her butt and said, "More." I slid another finger into her and pressed in deep. She was tight and hot inside. She made a humming sound as I slid a finger onto her cunt opening and teased it. I pressed a third finger into her ass and she gasped and grunted but said nothing. I spread her legs apart and got in between them. I pulled her hips up so she was on her knees and pressed the head of my dick against her anus. I pushed pretty hard and it finally popped into her. She grunted again and I held still for several minutes. When she began moving against me, I pressed further into her. I was about two inches deep in her. She groaned and said, "It's too big for me. I can't take it." I told her to be patient and it would fill her up like she said she wanted. She relaxed some more and I went into her deeper. She grunted again as I shoved the rest of the way in. My balls were against her cunt and my belly was against her ass cheeks. Without moving in her I reached under her and pulled her nipple and squeezed her titties. I kept at her right nipple and went into her slit with my left hand. Her nubbin was erect and poking out of its hood as I pressed her soft slit lips against it and rubbed them around to stimulate her hot spot. She began humping back at my dick so I slid in and out of her a bit. She groaned and said, "Go easy. That thing is huge in me back there." "Does it hurt you?" I asked her. She said. "Kinda but mostly it just feels stretchy and like I'm real full." I pushed in and out a few more times and tickled her nubbin. Her humping began again and I could hear her sigh as I went deep into her. I told her to play with her nipples and we could cum together. She had to adjust her position so she could get her hands on herself and as she did, she bent up and I went in deeper. "Oh my God," She said. "You're killing me and I love it." I could feel her movement as she pulled and played with her nipples and I began fucking her ass steadily. Her humping back at me became erratic and was as much twitching as humping. Her anal muscles began to tighten on my dick and I could feel my cum rising in me. Illy gasped and grunted and stiffened and humped up and froze. Her body shuddered as she cummed and her muscle spasmed around my dick. I couldn't move into her and my cum sort of hung there, not going or arriving. I was unable to move enough to do it. She slowed and relaxed and panted and groaned and said, "Slide out of me real slow." I didn't do anything for a minute and then very slowly I pulled out of her. As the head of my dick slid free she collapsed onto her stomach and lay there. I lay next to her and caressed her back and butt and legs and kissed her neck. My hard dick pressed against her side and she turned and stroked it. "You're still all swollen up. Didn't you go off?" I said I hadn't but we had time for more. "Now?" she said. "If you want to." I kissed her and she pressed against me, my dick against her tummy, and almost reaching her tits. She looked down and slid lower and rubbed her nipples against my dick. She said, "That looks so sexy." I said, "It feels pretty sexy too, and humped at her boobs." She giggled and kept caressing my dick and her nipples and generally rousing herself out of her afterglow and into more sex. I kissed her again and she responded with her tongue. She pressed hard against me and adjusted her position so my dick slid between her legs and into her slit. She began humping and working me back and forth in her slit. "Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?" she asked. "I could cum just doing this." I said I liked it but I liked being in her better. "Where in me?" she wanted to know. "In my front or in my butt?" I said, "I like your mouth too, but your tween was made for fucking and I guess that's my favorite place." "Me too," she said with a sigh. "It really feels complete when you slide in and stretch me and fill me up in there. Are you gonna do me there now?" I nodded and kissed her and changed the angle of her sliding on me and my dick pressed into her tight hot cunt. I pressed steadily into her until I hit bottom. She was very tight around my dick and I had gone into her pretty fast and it stretched her young vaginal muscles and made her gasp. "It always feels so huge when you go in me at first and it makes me feel all stretched and full and sort of like I'm gonna tear but it's not hurty or anything. Just a lot." I was floating in the sensation of tight and hot around my dick. Her ass was tight and hot too but not as totally surrounding as her cunt felt. She looked down at where we were joined and said, "You aren't all in me are you?" I said, "Not quite." She said, "Push it in." "It will hurt. You aren't big enough for all of it yet. We may have to wait till you're thirteen or fourteen before you can get it all in you." "Try," she said, and pushed at me. I pressed my dick into her and I was already pressing against the end of her tunnel. She flinched and said, "It's sort of tender in there." I said, "It's gonna get longer as you get taller and one day I won't be able to hit bottom and you're gonna want a bigger dick" She said, "I doubt that. The one I got is just fine." I prayed for that to be permanent. I began gently fucking her for the arousal sensations. She closed her eyes and said she probably wouldn't cum again so I should go ahead and enjoy myself. I put my hands on her ass and fucked into her for a while until I could feel some fluttering in her cunt. I rolled her on top of me and said, "Fuck me?" She nodded and began a deep slide on my dick. It was slow and steady and I had a feeling she would be able to cum again. As she rose and fell I saw her splotchy redness appear on her torso. I knew she was getting hot again. "Oh Timmy, you're gonna make me go off again," and she humped faster and pressed onto me harder. I reached for her nipples and pulled and rolled them. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open and her brow furrowed as she began to concentrate on cumming. I could feel my own cum rising in me and it was gonna be a big one and soon. I had been waiting for this and I could feel it building in me. My belly and legs were feeling it and I began to spurt into her I shuddered with the force of it, and filled her up. She gasped and said she felt me running into her and it was hot and she was cumming and then her voice made sounds but not words. She fucked against me hard for several minutes as she spasmed and shook and had an intense orgasm. We finally fell apart and we were both pretty well covered with my cum from it running out of her and then fucking against it. We went and showered together and had a close-to-each - other time washing each other. Not sexy, but loving and sharing. She went to get dressed and I remade the bed and put on clean sheets again. I took the messy ones to the laundry and started the washer. I came upstairs and we ate and got ready to go to her appointment. We were waiting at the bus stop and she asked how many girls I had kissed. I said a few and she said, "Exactly, how many have you kissed?" I thought for a minute about the two parties I had gone to last spring. I had kissed Thelma about four or five times and there were several others. I said, "I kissed one girl a lot and some others once or twice." "How much is a lot," she wanted to know. I said, "Come on, Illy, "When you're kissing you don't count them, you just do them." "I like kissing," she said. I said, "Yea. It's nice to feel someone against you and hold them and feel their mouth on yours and stuff." "Did you ever want to feel them and do, you know, other stuff with them?" She was looking away from me but I had the feeling she wouldn't want to hear of my hot desires. I said, I guess so but I can't remember anything specific. Not like with you. Like, when I think about you I get hard and it really makes me want to find you and, kind of, sorta like, fool around." "In my panties, you mean?" She glanced at me and looked away. I said, "Yea." She said, "I peek at you in your room. I had to make a hole in the wall to do it, but I've looked at you in there for a long time." I didn't know how to handle it so I pretended I had no idea what she had done. I asked her how long she had been doing it. She said, "Since before last summer. I just wanted to see what you did when you had your door closed. I watched you do your homework a lot and sometimes I saw you bare. I liked that. I had no idea what you looked like and I was dying of curiosity. I remembered we had taken baths together when I was little but I couldn't remember what your stuff looked like. I would look at my own stuff and I knew we were different but I couldn't imagine what you were like down there. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it." I was surprised that she was so curious. I had thought of her as oblivious to anything sexual. "I always tried to peek at you but you were always all covered up. You wore a robe when you went to shower and never had anything showing except some times when you watched TV you would sit with your legs up and I would get to see your panties. And once you were lying on the floor and kind of rocking and you put your hands in your crotch and rubbed yourself down there. I never forgot that." "Did it make you get hard," She asked. "It sure did," I told her. "And I had no idea what to do about it." She said, "I wish you had come and told me. We could have played doctor or something." I said, "I always wanted to do stuff like that with you but you always seemed so delicate and like a fairy or an angel or something, I was afraid you might tell mom and she would have killed me." "She'd kill us both if she knew what we were doing now." Then she giggled. "It 's almost worth dying for." The bus came and we got on. She looked at the window and then at me and said, "Would you?" I reached over her and raised the window and she touched my dick very lightly. She said, "I didn't need to do that but it has become sort of a tradition, hasn't it?" "I would have missed it if you hadn't." I said. "Are you gonna tell your doctor about us?" Illy looked worried and said that her doctor had told her that everything we talked about was private communication. Nobody could hear about it unless she gave permission. "I'm kinda scared to tell her though because it isn't so good for a brother and sister to be doing what we are, but I don't want to stop. The only thing that seems right in my life is what we do when we're together. It makes what he did to me go away for a while and I feel like me for a while. And then I remember what it felt like to have a coke bottle stuck up inside me and it all comes back and I get sick again." I held her hand and she squeezed it real tight. We didn't say anything until we got to the office and she kind of waved her hand at me and said, " See ya," and went in to the inner office . I sat and waited. I was scared. I didn't want us to have to stop doing sex with each other., but I didn't want Illy to be hurt by what we were doing. I was all ripped up inside and heard Dr. Rancouer say, "Tim. Are you here or are you off in some world of your own?" I said, "I'm here, why?" She said," I called you three times and you just sat staring at the wall." "Lost in thought, I guess," I said and stood up. "What is it?" "Come on in. We want to talk about this." She led the way back to her office and Illy was sitting very straight in her chair with no expression on her face. She looked like she did when I got home from camp. She didn't look at me. I sat down and looked at the doctor. She said, "Having sex with your sister is going to be a problem for you both. Ilsa has told me what you have been doing and it all must seem like great fun to you but the world is going to tear you apart as soon as your family becomes aware of what you are doing. It's called incest and is one of the most absolute taboos of society. If you were of age, you would be unable to marry. If a pregnancy results from your relationship it is most likely going to be a defective baby. It's too bad, but the science of genetics is pretty strong on this. Any bad genes you might have, will likely be expressed in your child." The sad thing here, is that what you are doing seems to be the best physical therapy we could have found for your sister. She is overcoming her anger, no, her rage at the world that let this happen to her. She is happier and more stable today than I have seen her since we started therapy." She went on to explain that as we matured and got physically older, the likelihood that one of us would become involved with someone new would increase and the remaining one would be heartbroken. It might not happen, but because of our ages, it most likely would. We would be sort of abnormal to not want to explore relationships on other levels and experience, physically, other lovers. She said she was going to insist on two things. "First, I want you, Tim, to begin therapy next week. Since you are a major factor in Ilsa's progress, I need to understand you and you need to understand yourself. Second, I'm going to prescribe birth control pills for Ilsa. I want you both to be sure that they are taken properly and that she doesn't get pregnant." Other than that, there is little more I can say to the two of you. You are young and healthy and have obviously got well developed sexual appetites. I wish you a safe voyage in your quest for a mature sexual identity. "I will see you both next week at the same time. Tim, you will be first and then you, Ilsa. Week after that, Ilsa will be first." "Any comments or questions?" Ilsa looked up and said, "Are you going to tell our mom and dad about us?" Dr. Rancouer said, "Not as long as Ilsa and now you, Tim, are emotionally content and happy. If the relationship becomes difficult or strained, I will have to intervene. Whether it gets to that level will depend on what seems to be going awry." We thanked her and left and wandered down to the bus stop. She sat down and said, "I need shade." I said, "Let's get a coke," and we went across the street to the Wendy's and got burgers and fries and two large cokes. I asked Illy if she wanted to talk about it all and she shook her head. "Not for while," she said. "I gotta try to take it all in. You got a girl you like and I don't have anyone other than you and I don't know how to handle it. Let's drop it for now, or I'm gonna cry." We ate and sat pretty much in silence for a while and then she said, "Would you go shopping with me tomorrow? I need to get some stuff and I can't go alone and I don't want to ask mom." I said I would love to and she smiled and things sort of lightened up. I suggested maybe a movie after shopping and she giggled and said I didn't know much about shopping with girls. We might not have time even if we left early. I shrugged and let it go. It was fun just being with her. We got home and I went down to do weights. Illy came down to watch and asked if I ever did lifting with no clothes on. I said I never had but I could I suppose though I don't know why. She said, "It would be sexy to see all your muscles bulging and your thing sticking out". I told her I thought it would be embarrassing. "You really want me to?" I said. She nodded. I took off my shirt and shorts and pulled off my underpants. She said, "Shoes, too." I was bare as a baby and sweating like a pig. It was not air conditioned in the storeroom and it was hot. She sat on the floor and watched as I pressed and lifted and sweated. I got done and sat on the weight bench and panted. She said, "Can I practice today?" I nodded and told her to stay with the small weights and I would go and shower. She looked scared and said, "Please, stay down here with me? I said okay and watched her as she worked with some of the arm weights. I could see her pectorals bulge with the effort and I realized she was fully dressed and I was bare assed. "Hold on a sec, Illy. I want you to be like me here. You gotta take your clothes off too." She blushed. "Do I gotta?" I said she didn't but it was sort of unfair to get me to and then not let me see her. "But you look so good doing it and you got all those neat muscles and I don't even have much boob to see." She looked at me, and I looked back at her. She sighed and took her shoes and socks off and pulled her shirt off over her head. Her bra was plain, soft cotton and showed her small bust in it's perfect symmetry. She pulled her shorts off and looked at me. I said nothing and she blushed again and unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. She watched me as she hooked her panties and pulled then down. They caught in her bottom and then popped out and slid down and she kicked them off. Her body was sleek and pale since she never could tan but it was as smooth as satin. She bent and picked up a weight and began her twelve curl reps. She counted silently and I reminded her to breathe. Her musculature was not evident, being a twelve year old. Her determination, however, was obvious as she reached the ninth rep and began to struggle. She made it to twelve and switched arms. She began again, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth. She got to eleven and quit. I told her to go to sit ups with a ten pounder. She got the weight and sat on the bench. She said, "I hate these," and slipped her ankles under the side bars and held the weight behind her head. I moved around so I was at her feet watching her. Her legs were spread about a foot apart and I stared at her smooth bare pussy. It was slightly open and pink inside. I got semi hard watching her and listening to her panted rep count. She did fourteen and leaned back on her elbows. "Do you like looking at me bare?' I nodded and smiled at her. "You have the most wonderful body I can even imagine. You're so smooth and silky. I get hard thinking about you and when I can look at you I want you so bad I can't stand it." "Do you want me now?" she asked. I stood up and held my dick, which was fully swollen and erect. "Guess," I said. She grinned happily and said, "Bring it over here." I went over to her and stood next to her she opened he mouth and licked the bottom of my dick from balls to crown and then sucked it into her mouth. She used her tongue on it for several minutes and slowly pulled her mouth away. "Doing that makes me hot. I think I'm ready for you now," and she pressed her hand into her crotch and grinned, "I'm soaking," she said. I sat on the bench next to her and she slid over onto my lap and leaned her back against my chest. She slid her bottom against my cock and sighed. "This teases me like this." she whispered. "I want it up in me and it's so close and this is maddening. She continued to hump against me and I held her breasts and used my thumbs on her nipples. She was quiet and intense in her movements. She stood and turned around and straddled my legs and said go in me now and sat down I guided my dick into her slit and let her move into position. She slid down onto my dick. The heat and wet tight pressure of her 'tween' almost brought me to cumming as she slid down on me. She got all of me in her and held still. She gasped, "That almost made me cum." I never do it so fast. You make me so darn hot, Timmy." "I know how you feel." I said, "If you hadn't stopped, we would be all done already." With her sitting on my lap, her nipples were almost at mouth level. I sucked one into my mouth and she groaned. She said, "I could cum from just sitting here and feeling you do my titties." I kept it up and she began to move on me. Her motion would pull her nipple out of my mouth and when she slid back I would suck the other one. She got faster and I had to hold her ass to keep her from falling . "Put a finger in me," she said, "Quick." I pressed my right hand into her butt crack feeling for her asshole. It was slick with our sweat and juices and my middle finger slid into her and I pressed it in deep. She grunted and sighed and said, "Now, oh now," and began hard humping as I felt her muscles clamp on my dick and finger. Her motion was to feel her clit against my front and pubic bone so I didn't get a lot of friction but I got to watch her as she cummed. The intensity of her orgasm showed on her face. The concentration as she approached her peak of sensation and then the soft droop to her mouth and eye lids as she rode her pleasure, her head back and loose on her neck and her mouth in a weak smile. She slowed and stopped. "Oh God," she said. "That was so good. You didn't though, did you?" I said, "I got to watch you cum. It's almost as good as cumming to see you do it." She shook her head. "You make me feel funny when you do that. I bet I look really weird." No, I told her, "You look really intense and sexy and at the end, happy. Nothing weird about that." Do you wanna cum in me now? I'll fuck you and you can just lie on the bench." she said. "And I can watch you cum." I said, "Do it!" She got up and I lay back on the bench. She had to half stand over me to put my dick back in her. She slid onto me again and the heat and pressure was as it was before and I said, "Wait a sec so I don't cum right now." She sat on me smiling at me and said, "I'm gonna start now." She raised herself and slid down again and changed her position slightly and she got tighter around my dick and said, "That's better. I got you against my inside place and my nubbin too." She began her fucking motions and I could feel my cum build. It was always a big one when it built slowly and this felt like it was gonna be an earthquake. "Will you do my nipples, please," she said a little breathlessly. I reached up for her breasts which were bouncing around in front of my face. Too far to suck but close enough to enjoy watching and feeling. I held her nipples and let her own motion do the tweaking and tugging on them. "Oh Timmy, I think I'm gonna cum again." It was more mumbled than said aloud as if she were talking to herself. Her movements were getting harder and longer and her cunt was sliding me deep into her and then almost out. Her eyes were closed and she had the look again. I began to cum and my pleasure spread from my groin to my belly and legs and chest and I exploded into her, heavy spurts of semen pouring out of me into the depths of her spasming cunt. She continued to jerk and twitch trying to hump but failing, well after we had finished our orgasms. She was pretty well finished for a while and so was I. She was lying on me, her face against my neck and breathing less rapidly when she said, "I love to fuck. I love it with you. Do you like to fuck me as much as some other girl?" "Illy, I never did it with anyone else. I don't really wanna go exploring though. I have you and you're the prettiest girl I know. And we do this good together." "Wouldn't you like a girl with big boobies? I thought guys all liked big ones." She sounded wistful. "I saw pictures of big ones in a magazine at camp," I said. " "They looked sort of ugly to me. And it said that little ones had all the nerves more concentrated and were more sensitive to being played with. I like yours really well and you're gonna get bigger." She sighed and said, "I hope you mean it. You always say the right thing and make me feel good. But Rancouer said you were part of the solution so I kinda wonder if you're being all honest with me. I mean, I think you are. I hope you are, but I still have that wonder..." Her voice trailed off. I said, "Ily, would it help if I promised, hope to die, that I would never ever lie to you even if it would hurt you or make you sad?" She said, "I think so. I want you to be honest with me. Promise me on your life as my brother to always tell me the whole truth?" "I will always tell you the whole truth, on my honor and on my life as your brother." It scared me a little to say that and I told her so. She nodded. "I guess I believe you more than the rest of them. We have something special between us and they just talk about my mental health like it's something you can give shots for. I feel good and safe when I'm with you. I guess that's why I'm so scared you're gonna go off and leave me when school starts." I said, "Illy, I'm gonna be at swim practice if you get well enough to walk home and all our friends are gonna be going like always so it isn't like you would be alone. And if you need me to, you heard what dad said. That you come first and everything else is gonna be after that. 'Course I wanna swim, but I want more for you to be safe and get well again." She said. "And if I get completely well will you stop wanting to do sex with me?" I said, " I'll probably never stop wanting to do sex together. Even after we get grown up and all that." She sighed and pressed herself against me and said, "You're still hard in me." I said, "Yeah," and pushed into her. She stood up and grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go do it my room this time." We went upstairs and she lay on her back. "I want to try to do it this way if you don't get too heavy on me." I lay down next to her and slid my dick between her legs and pressed her butt so she was tight against me. I kissed her and we tongued for a minute and she pulled me on top of her. I found my way to her cunt and pressed into her again. We lay like that a minute and I propped myself on my elbows and began fucking her slowly. "O God, I love it when you go long and deep and slow like this, "she said. "It might take longer to cum, but it feels sooooo good." Actually it took about fifteen minutes but it was worth waiting for. We came almost together. Me a little after she did because I wanted to be sure she got a good one. Mine was good and I knew she was watching me as I cummed. Later when we were talking she said, "You look like it hurts you when you cum." "I do?" I said. "It sure doesn't feel like hurting. It's just so much and so intense. I feel it all down inside me and sometimes into my legs. I love the feeling but I feel so pooped after it, most times." We cleaned up and went up to play monopoly so mom and dad would see us doing things together. ** Next morning, Illy asked mom if she could go shopping for new clothes and mom was tickled. Illy was wanting to do stuff again, even if it was with me. We were supposed to be home in time to do the dinner stuff and we agreed with that. We rode the bus downtown and went to a store I had never noticed. Illy said it was for small girls but not kids. Mom had told her to go there since Illy had a bust and a shape that was definitely not little girl anymore. She tried on several skirts and blouses and had the sales lady come and get me. "Your sister wants you in the changing room. First on the right," she told me. It was obvious she didn't think I was Illy's brother. We looked very little alike and I was dark and she was so light. I knocked and Illy said, "Timmy?" I said yea and she opened the door. She said she wanted me to tell her which one I liked best. She held up a skirt and a blouse and then a second set and then a third. They all looked good, but the navy skirt and pale blue and dark blue striped blouse was really good. I said which I liked and she said okay and she got the ones I had suggested. We went next to Victoria's Secret. I wanted to wait outside but she made me come in, I was kind of embarrassed because of all the girl stuff all over. Illy talked to a girl who didn't look much older than Illy. They went back and came out with a pile of stuff and disappeared into the changing area. I sat and pretended not to look at all the bras and silky stuff all over the place. After awhile the sales girl cam and got me and said the young lady needed my opinion. I went back into the changing room and knocked. Illy said, "Timmy?" again and I went in when she unlocked the door. She had panties and bras all over the place. She said mom wanted her to get a couple of new bras since hers were getting too tight on her. She wanted to know which ones I liked. I giggled and said, "I'm really more interested in what's in them but I'll help deal with the packaging if you want me to." She giggled back and showed me a couple. They were all plain and pastel colors. I told her the colors would show under her white tops and she said she was going to fix that at the next store. We picked out a black one and a pale blue and a lavender one. I said that the store was making me horny. Illy looked at me and said, "Come here." I went over to her and said 'What? "Feel me." She spread her legs and I put my hand on her bottom. Her panties were wet under her skirt. "I got hot watching you Just sitting there with your big arms rippling when you move. Rub me some there." I pressed against her bottom and squeezed her soft pussy. She held on to my shoulders and pumped her belly forward at me. I could smell the light tang of her sex juice and I got an instant hard on. She had her eyes closed and was breathing hard through her mouth. I slid two fingers into her panties and into her slippery wet tunnel. She humped me hard and shuddered as she orgasmed on my hand. "Oh, God, Timmy, How do you make me do that so fast." I had no idea why she was so hot, but I wasn't about to not take credit for her cum. We put her packages together and I carried them for her. She charged her stuff to mom's account and we left. I heard the sales girl say to her colleague, "I bet I know what they were doing in there." We laughed and practically ran out. We went to three more stores and bought nothing in the last one but she got some nice earrings and several tops and two pairs of shoes before we were through. I was about ready for going home and we were a long walk from the bus stop. Illy wanted to get something to drink so we went to Wendy's and got a Frosty. We were sitting talking when five kids from school walked in and saw us. We had a reunion and talked about the coming year and who was not coming back and who was in whose homeroom. Illy was mostly bored since she was three years behind all of us. One of the boys seemed kind of interested in her and she lit up and got all giggly with him. When we left, she wanted to know all about him and I told her as much as I knew. I think I felt that the end of our relationship was in sight if a short chat with one guy could get her all stirred up socially. I was pretty quiet on the way home, but so was she. We waited for the bus and I stood by her making shade and she barely noticed me. On the bus she sat with her packages and I sat across the aisle and we couldn't talk. The walk home from the bus stop was about the same and I opened the door and she went to her room and her door closed behind her. So much for being a big brother, I thought and changed clothes and went down to pump some iron. I did my workout and came up and showered and went to my room and lay down. When I woke up I was sort of groggy. It was almost six o'clock and no one was home. There was a note from mom saying she and Ilsa had gone out and would be back later and to get something for myself to eat. I went to Illy's room and looked around. She had put her new stuff away and cleaned up and made her bed. This was more like she used to be - everything neat and organized and clean. The hole in her closet wall was still there and I wondered if she had been peeking at me lately. I doubted it since we had been spending so much time together. And, really, what was there to see that she hadn't already seen? I opened a few drawers and found nothing of interest and wandered down the hall to dads den. I looked in and went in and sat at his desk. This was forbidden. His den was only open to me when I was invited in by him. Even mom knocked and asked when she wanted to do something in there. I felt guilty and went to the kitchen and made a couple of roast beef sandwiches with horseradish and sliced a tomato and got a beer. Another no no since I was not allowed alcohol except some wine on special occasions, but I was feeling a little left - out and wanted it. I sat in the kitchen and ate and drank about half the beer and burped. I cleaned up my mess and took the rest of the beer down stairs. I straightened my weights and stuff and went in to the laundry to see if anything needed doing in there. There was the usual stuff in the hamper so I started a load. Illy's underwear was there and I got hard looking at it and smelling the crotch of her panties. There was a pair of her panties I hadn't seen her wear. They were like mom's, silky and shiny, just smaller. They had the same sexy smell and I squeezed my cock and closed my eyes and thought about her little pussy. I sat on the stool and opened my pants and pulled out my cock. I rubbed her panties on my cock and pretty soon I was working for a cum. I squirted into her panties and felt better. She had had a cum in the changing room and I had only gotten hard in there so I figured I had owed myself that one. I washed the load of stuff in there. It was sort of small but I had to get rid of the evidence of my cum in her panties. I went back upstairs and went back to Illy's room and looked thru more drawers. She had a battery operated tooth brush in her night stand. I couldn't figure out what she wanted with a tooth brush in her night stand for, but it was there, I thought maybe she brushed with it in bed, but there weren't any brush attachments for it. There was a diary [locked] in her bedside table drawer and I wondered where she hid the key. I was dying to read it even though I knew I shouldn't. Mom and dad would ground me for life if they found out I had done something like that. They were pretty firm about someone's privacy and a violation would get us in big trouble. I got bored and went to my room and watched TV and dozed off. I woke up about midnight and the lights were all out and it was pouring out. Sheets of rain were blowing along the patio and across the yard. I got back in bed and watched it and sort of dozed. I awoke when my door opened quietly and Illy came in. She came over to the bed and looked at me to see if I was awake, I had closed my eyes and she moved away and I peeked at her. She sat in my chair and took her socks off and then wiggled around and I realized she was taking her PJs off. She got naked and came around to the far side of the bed and slid under the sheet. I stayed quiet and she slid over against me and spooned against my back. She was warm and soft against me and I almost said something. Her hand reached around me and lay against me. She began touching my belly and chest. She played with my nipples for a few minutes. I guess they got hard but it didn't do much for me. Her hand slid down to my dick which was just a little bit less than soft. She touched it and held it in her warm hand and I started to get hard. She squeezed it and slid her hand around the head and played with it. She felt for my balls and played with them for a few minutes and then I felt her kissing my neck. I rolled over and whispered, "What are you doing in here? If mom catches us, she'll kill us." Illy said, "I got scared of the storm and I was hot anyway so I came to see you." She squeezed my dick again and I grunted and said, "If you do that you're gonna be wiping us off very soon." I rolled onto my side to face her and felt her little breast. Her tiny nipple was pointy and soft but it get hard and stiff as I played with it. She sighed and held my dick and said, "Will you suck me?" I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth, and sucked gently and used my tongue on it. It made her hump against me, and she put her knee up on my thigh and reached between us and played in her own slit. I wanted to watch what she was doing but her little tittie tasted good and I was liking sucking her. Her hand in her slit was moving steadily and I asked her what she was doing, She said, "I'm getting it ready for you to make me cum" and she kissed me and put her hand on my face. Her sex smell was strong and I was very hard. I pressed my dick between her legs but her hand was in the way. I told her to roll over so I could be against her back and she could keep playing in herself. She turned over and went back at her cunt with her hand. I felt her hand and what it was doing. She was rubbing along the lips of her slit and had one finger in it and she would slide it into herself every few seconds. My cock was pressed along the crack of her butt. It was fairly slippery and I could rub and feel nice but nothing like it was inside her. She said, "Do my nipples." I felt for her tits and held them and squeezed and rolled her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. She was breathing in gasps and sort of panting. I knew she was gonna cum all by herself so I stopped playing with her boobs. "Why did you stop," She asked. I said, "Because you're not letting me have anything. All you want to do is cum and you don't seem to care whether I get any pleasure or not." She said she was sorry but she still had her hand in her crotch and it was still moving. She asked me what I wanted to do. I said quietly, " I love you, Illy. and I want to make love with you, not watch you hand fuck yourself while I help it along with your tits. If I can't love you I'm gonna do without because I feel too left out when you act like this. You said you were getting ready for me to make you cum but it feels more like you're getting ready to do it yourself and you don't need me for that." She sat and stared at me and said, " Do you want me to go back to my room?" "I guess you better". I said. "I can't go to sleep with you jerking yourself off in my bed and it doesn't look like you want me to do anything in you." She slowly got out of my bed and picked up her PJs and put them on. She got the rest of her stuff and went out and closed the door silently. I didn't sleep that night. In the morning, mom reminded me to take Ilsa to her appointment. I had to be a patient today as well. She gave me money for lunch and a movie if we wanted to go and enough for dinner. She said she would be in town late and not to wait up for her. She gave me the number where she would be and left to go to a Habitat board meeting. I made my breakfast, pancakes and bacon and ate and went down to work out. After an hour I quit and went up to clean the kitchen and it was spotless. Ilsa must have done it and gone back to her room, I thought and went to shower. I was shaving and she knocked and came in and said she had to pee. She stood there looking at me and I said "what?" She said, "I gotta pee," and I said, "I gotta finish shaving." "I gotta pee really bad," she said and I said, "Go ahead. It won't interfere with my whiskers." I continued to [slowly] move the razor on my face. I needed to shave about once a week and I was darn well gonna do it as I wanted to and let her know that there was more than one person living here. She finally went and pulled her shorts and panties down and sat. I carefully avoided watching her and I heard her peeing. It didn't sound like all that much and I thought it was a phony deal she dreamed up to start us talking again. I said, "Thanks for doing the kitchen. I was gonna clean it after you ate." She said, "I didn't mind. I wish I had had some of the bacon though." "It's in the Fridge in the meat keeper if you want some, " I told her. "Just cook it slow so it doesn't get too crispy too fast. It will be the way you like it." "Oh, Timmy, please don't be like this. I am so sorry about last night. I got hot thinking about you and when I got in bed with you I was so hot I forgot all about anything except cumming. I didn't mean to leave you out of it. I just forgot. If it will make you be nice to me again I'll suck you or anything you want. And I'll try not to be selfish about it ever again." I turned and looked at her. She was standing by the toilet with her pants on the floor and her bare cunt showing. I said "You'll do anything? She nodded. I told her to get the K-Y Jelly out of mom's drawer and come to my room. She turned and went out. I wiped the cream off my face and went to my room. She was standing in my room, waiting. I said smear some of the jelly on my cock and I took my pants off. She came and kneeled in front of me. I was soft and she put jelly on my cock and rubbed it around and I got hard. She giggled and said, "That was fast." She was still bare from the waist down and I told her to take off the rest of her clothes. She pulled her t shirt off and was naked. I said, "Lean on the bed". She went and bent over and leaned on it with her hands. I said, "Get down on your elbows." She bent over further and her cute little behind was sticking out and she looked at me and said, "Uh oh. You're going up my butt aren't you?" I nodded and walked behind her. I spread her cheeks and looked at her tiny pink little opening. She said, "We did this before but I was real hot when you did it. I don't think I can do it if I'm not real hot." I pressed my cock against her ass hole and pushed. She had clamped down and wasn't about to let me in her ass. I reached under her with both hands and grabbed her nipple with one hand and her nubbin with the other and pressed and pulled and she grunted and her hole relaxed and I slid into her about two inches. She groaned and said ,"That hurts me, Timmy." I said, "We'll wait a minute to see if you get used to it. If It still hurts, I'll quit." I stood there, half buried in her ass and felt the heat of her bowel on the end of my cock. I wanted to ram it into her. I suddenly realized what I was doing was like rape. I pulled out of her and said, "Illy, I'm sorry. I was mad at you and I wanted to do something to get even but I can't do it. I can't hurt you. I love you but I can't feel like I'm not a full part of your life. Especially about sex stuff. I don't know all that much about it and I got scared when I didn't feel included in what you were doing last night." She turned to me and she was crying. She wrapped her arms around me and sobbed and told me she knew how I felt and she was sorry. I could do anything I wanted to her and it would be okay if I gave her time to get hot and get used to it. She kissed me and held me tight and I got K-Y Jelly all over her tummy and chest. She rubbed my cock and said, "Can I do this to you?" I nodded and she proceeded to do a hand job on me. It felt so much better than when I did it to myself. When I had cum and she had gaped at how it squirted out of me, she said, "I liked doing that to you. We need to do it to each other when we get home this afternoon. Okay?" We kissed again and showered together and got dressed to go to her, no, for us to go to our appointment. ** I'll never know what Illy and Dr. Rancouer talked about but when I went in, she was sitting at her desk looking like the principal when you've been sent to the office. It made me nervous and I asked if she was angry. "Why would I be angry?" she asked. I said I didn't know. It was just the way she was sitting and looking all serious. She said, "Do you not take this seriously?" I told her I did and then sat and waited. It was quiet for a while and then she said. "Do you have any questions?" I said I did and asked her about Illy's progress and the expectations for recovery and stuff like that. She said that I could probably answer those questions as well as she could and it was quiet again for a while. She asked how I was feeling about being a care-giver. I said it was okay and the sex was fabulous. She smiled at that and said she expected that it would be. For a fifteen year old, almost any sex was fabulous. She asked if Illy was enjoying it and I said, "Well, we both cum a lot so I guess she is." "Is that all that sex is for you? An orgasm?" she asked. I said, "It was pretty nice but it was best cuz it was with Illy and we were together sharing it." We went on in the same vein for almost the rest of my hour. She kept digging at how I felt about Ilsa and my responsibility to her and her potential cure. I finally told her that I was not the shrink and that since she was, she ought to be able to tell me the answers. She said you're trying to make this too simple. It's very complex and you seem to be taking it very lightly. I said, "I'm trying to make it easy for Ilsa to do what she wants to do and help her do it. I don't know anything else to do. I'm just a kid and I have no idea of what's going on inside her. She seems to be happy when we're together and I guess I read that as doing something right. If I'm not, then you have to tell me and I'll do something else." She said, "Would you like to have her come in and talk with us." I told her sure and she went and got Illy. She came in and sat next to me on the couch and Dr. Rancouer sat in one of the easy chairs. She asked Illy if she was comfortable with me being there and Illy nodded and then she asked me the same thing. I said, "You sat behind your desk when I was here alone with you and now you get all informal and sit out here like people. How come I get the formal treatment and Illy is treated like a buddy?" She said, "I think we made him angry, Ilsa. How do you feel about his statement?" Illy looked at us both and said she had no idea what was going on and to tell her why she, Ilsa, had anything to do with making me angry. Dr Rancouer smiled at us and said something about a united front and said you both seem to be identifying with each other really well. She told me to wait in the waiting room and she would see us together again at the end of Illy's hour. I sat and was mad for a while and then thoughtful for a while and then decided to be honest about whatever was gonna happen. She came and got me again and smiled and we went back. Illy was lying on the couch and she sat up and patted the spot next to her. I sat and we three looked at each other. Dr Rancouer went on for several minutes about honesty being important with Illy and me and to be sure not to let any anger or upset get in the way of our communication with each other. She told Illy to get her prescription filled and begin taking it as directed. She said she hoped we wouldn't get caught having sex, but it was likely to happen and to expect it. When it does, be adult about it and admit it and be honest with the parents about it. For Illy and her situation, it is healthy and cleansing and the pleasure and fun she is having is erasing the memory of the pain of her rape. For me, she said, the sex was more complicated since I was falling in love with a sibling and it could be destructive at some future time. We will deal with that when it becomes an issue, but for now you two can enjoy an intense relationship for as long as it may last. Now go home and enjoy being young and healthy, both of you. Same time next week. We went and got cheeseburgers and cokes and ate. We refilled our cokes and walked to the bus stop. I shaded Illy while we waited. She seemed lost in thought. I asked her what she was thinking and she said what Dr. Rancouer said. I told her we were there for two hours and she had said a lot of things. She said, "About you falling in love with me." I looked at her. I didn't know how to say it but the honesty thing was still running through my mind and I said, "Well I guess I am." "How do you know?" She whispered. I said I didn't know, It was a feeling inside my body and my soul, but not in my head." The bus came and we got on. It was crowded so we couldn't really talk but we had our hands touching and it felt nice. We got off the bus and some kids from down the street were out and asked us to come and play Monopoly so we went. We played and llly kept lending money to me cuz I kept landing on the expensive properties. Sara said that she was gonna own me body and soul if it kept up and Illy and I had hysterics. Sara and Jerry giggled at us and we quit playing. It was getting late and we needed to get home anyway. We were invited back to finish the game tomorrow afternoon. We wandered home half drunk from laughing and staggered all over the sidewalk. Illy would say 'body' and I would respond 'soul' and we would go off again. By the time we got home we were limp. We cleaned up and set the table and mom and dad got home. We had dinner and it was relaxed with all of us chattering like in the old days. Illy and I did the dishes and I went down to work out. Illy said to save her some weights and she would come down in about an hour to do some too. I worked up a good sweat and did more than usual and felt good. I decided to increase my load and reduce reps for a week and then see if I could go back to my usual number with the new weight. I weighed and measured myself and had gained several pounds and some increases in arm and leg size. I was pleased. I was flexing in front of the mirror when Illy came in. She said, "Well Adonis, what are you admiring yourself about?" and giggled. I told her I was bigger and stronger than I had been and was trying to see if I could tell where my increases were. She said, "It could be your ego," and I swatted her butt. She asked me to help her with some of the weights and I coached her for about an hour. She kept complaining about doing the sit ups and I said turn around and take off your shirt. She pulled her shirt off and said, "And...?" I held the mirror so she could see herself and told her to do a couple of slow sit ups and watch herself. Her abs were nicely defined - not quite a six pack, but beginning to show. She was bug eyed at herself, and kept on flexing and admiring. I made a comment about ego and she said come over here so I can swat your butt. I let her smack me and mom walked in. "My God, llsa" she said, "What are you doing with no clothes on?" Ilsa sat up and said, "I'm exercising and admiring my belly," and got her shirt. She had her bra on so it wasn't a 'no clothes' situation, but mom was still in a snit. I said, "Geez, Mom, we usually work out in bathing suits so we're really over dressed tonight. It gets hot down here with no air conditioning and ya sweat like a pig when you're pumping iron." Illy giggled and said, "Or in my case, tin." Mom walked out muttering and we got hysterical again. Illy asked me where I got the bathing suit idea from and I said "Sheer genius," and we were off again. We pressed a little more and Illy said shower time and she went upstairs and I took mine right there. When I got upstairs, all the doors were closed and I figured mom and dad were dealing with 'Illy-in-her- under-wear-in-front-of-Timothy'. And Illy was girling in her room. I got Oreos and milk and watched part of the Leno show and dozed off. I woke up about two AM and went to bed. I woke up and Illy was lying next to me. She was naked and asleep. I got up and went and peed and brushed my teeth and washed my face and got back in bed. I slid over close to her and, since she was lying on her back, I rubbed her tummy very gently. I went in circles gradually getting bigger and nearing her breasts and mound as they got bigger. I bumped the bottom of her boobs a few times and got no response and so I headed for her slit. She was moist and I played with her slightly swollen lips for a while and then pressed inside to get t the more sensitive soft stuff inside. I bent to suck her nipple as I played in her slit and her arm went around my neck. "I thought you were never gonna get to my tweeny," She said and kissed me. She giggled and I stopped feeling her and said, "Playing possum on me ought to get you tickled." She said, "Oh Timmy, please don't. I might wet my pants and I don't got any on." I said, "You owe me then and I proceeded to slide my longest finger deep into her cunt. She sighed and reached for my cock. She held it in both hands and slid up to the head and down and back. I had been half hard but I was long and stiff in seconds as she played with me. She said, "You're getting bigger, did you notice?" I said, "Oh come on." She said, "Really, you are. I can tell by how much I can hold in my hands and by how you hit bottom in me. Your thingie is a lot longer and some thicker too." I didn't want to say anything about having measured my cock [as most guys do] but I was dying to get the ruler. I said, "Let's check it out." I got up and got the ruler out of my desk and gave it to her. She held it against me and said, "You're just over six inches long. Is that big for a boy?" I said, "I think I'm about average. I'm thicker than most of the guys on the team though." She said you're bigger around than that guy was who did it to me. He really hurt me the first time. I'm glad we didn't have to hurt me to do it. I love having you do it to me." "Illy, I don't do it to you, I do it with you. We are having this together. It isn't a do to or take from thing, It's sharing." "The way you do it", She said, "It's loving and I wanna do some of it right now." She raised up and turned so she was facing my feet and lay down next to me and pulled me onto my side and sucked me into her mouth. She had the most wonderful tongue and used it on the crown of my cock. I spread her legs apart so I could get my face into her crotch and licked her from clitty to anus. She shuddered and grunted and humped her belly at my mouth. I loved her taste and the feel of her hairless bottom in my mouth. I rolled her on top of me and she got up on her knees in order to hump at my mouth better. It opened her up to me and I was able to get deeper into her soft, wet and swollen pussy with my tongue. "I can cum like this," she said, "if you want to do it this way." "Go for it, Illy," I told her, and slid my fingers along her bottom to her butt as I sucked her clit. In just a few seconds I could feel her tightening up and spasming on my tongue and the finger I had in her ass. Her cum was beginning and she got stiffer and her legs clamped around my head and I sucked her hard and felt her squirt her cum juice into my mouth. She was frozen in position as she cummed and I knew I was not gonna cum. Her mouth had stopped as her cum started. She gradually calmed and relaxed and said, "I need to make you cum, Timmy. I'm sorry to be so selfish, but can't do anything when I start to go off like that. Do you want me to suck you or fuck you?" She giggled. "I love both ways." "Suck me," I said. She turned around and lay between my legs and on her elbows and looked at me as she sucked me into her mouth. She bobbed her head and used her tongue and I could feel it begin. "You're gonna watch me cum, aren't you?" I asked her and she nodded as she sucked me. I lay back on my pillow and let it happen. It was intense. It began way deep and reached a crescendo of sensation as her head bobbed, I watched her swallowing my juices as they pulsed into her mouth. She took me way into her and I could feel her throat around the head of my cock. She held it there for a second or two and then pulled back. She sucked till I loosened up and relaxed and then crawled up and kissed me. "Remember when Rancouer said you were falling in love with me?" she asked. I nodded. Illy said, "I told her I was in love with you and she said she knew that. It was obvious to her in the way I looked at you and responded to you. I hope that makes you happy. It made me happy to know that you loved me." I kissed her. She kissed me back. We kissed each other for a long time. We got up and ate and showered and went to the neighbors to play Monopoly. I hoped it wasn't obvious to everyone that we were in love. It could be a thing that would drive mom out of her mind. I went home before Ilsa. She wanted to stay and talk to Sara. Jerry and I were not in the same group or grade and I needed to work out pretty hard if I wanted to be really buff when school started. I wanted to start my new lifting pattern and I thought it would work better if I was alone for the first several work outs. I got home and got shorts on and went down to the weight room. It was hot in there but not more than eighty five degrees. I poured some cold water on me and started in. My reps were down and my weights were up and I had to work pretty hard. I found the biceps and triceps were not bad but the lats were really tough. I did a hundred sit ups to finish the routine and my six pack was great. I figured I might get it to an eight pack by September if I kept at it. I heard Illy yell down that she was home. She didn't come down though so I stripped and showered. I was clean and wet and had a towel around me when she appeared. She looked upset and I asked her what was wrong. She said it was Jerry. He was trying to get her alone and it was embarrassing. She was pretty sure he was gonna try to make out with her and she was scared by the way he was acting. She said, "Timmy, I don't want to be rude to him, but I want to do stuff with you and not Jerry. What am I supposed to do to make him quit?" I asked where Sara was and Illy said Sara kept having to go to the bath room or to the kitchen and every time she left Jerry came in and started on her. "Do you think they planned it?" I asked. She was quiet for a minute thinking and she said, "I bet they did. What do you think I should do?" I said, "Let me think about it and I bet we can make 'em wish they hadn't ever tried it. Jerry's too old for you and Sara's in my class but she's a Deb and pretty stuck on herself. Never goes to games or dances. They have quiet parties that only their 'in friends' can get invited to. And only they know who is part of their crowd. I don't know anyone who wants to be part of that bunch of snoots." Illy was sitting on the bench and she was looking up my towel. She said, "It's sexy seeing you like that. It's sort of dirty to be peeking at you under your towel. Will you let me play with your, um your, uh. Oh poop, you know what I want." I said make yourself at home and sat on the bench next to her. She slid her hand into the towel and held my cock and felt me. I wasn't hard but it wouldn't be soft long the way she was handling it. "I love to feel it get big," she said. Does it feel good when you go from soft to hard like that?" I said, "Yes, it does, but I expect it feels pretty much like you do when you go from dry to wet." "You mean like now?" she said and blushed. "Are you getting hot again? I slid my hand under her skirt and felt her bottom and she was wet. And swollen. And hot. She groaned and said, "Do you think we have time for a quick one before they get home?" I said, "If you get on me here and now and fuck me so you can cum, I'll wait till later." She pulled her skirt up and took her panties off and got on my lap and I helped her get my cock inside her. She began rocking on me and was doing it hard when we heard mom come in upstairs. Illy said "Oh darn it, I'm almost there." She humped me harder and was fucking me really good when she cummed. I made her get off me and we were messing with the weights when mom bounced in. She looked at me and said, "Today you're the one without clothes. What am I running here? This is not a nudist colony. Timothy, get up stairs and get some clothes on. Ilsa, get upstairs and set the table. Now go, both of you." We went up stairs, Ilsa giggling like mad and me just in a hurry to get dressed. Ilsa followed me into my room and had a horrified look on her face. "My panties are still down there and they smell like, you know, like when, um when... "Like they do when you're hot?" I said. She nodded. I pulled her pants out from under my towel and said, "I saved us both," and she grabbed them and ran to her room. We had take out Chinese for dinner cuz mom was too pooped to cook. We all love Chinese and it was fun. While llly and I washed dishes, she whispered to me that she would be in my bed tonight and pay me back for her fun downstairs. I told her to come in after they left in the morning and we could have more time and not worry about being caught. She giggled and said, "Okay". She was pretty cool for an almost twelve year old. It was a quiet evening and I showered before bed. I turned out my light and got into bed and flipped the light off. As I rolled over, I could see the light shining in the peep hole in my closet. I was gonna ignore it, but curiosity got the best of me and I crawled over to the hole and looked into Illy's room. She was sitting on the bed with her diary on her thighs and was writing busily. She was wearing panties and a bra. She looked like a little girl playing dress- up. She seemed so young and fresh and innocent to me. Her short white-blond hair was fluffed out and she had no makeup on, which she wore to cover her pale skin and to protect against sun burn. She was sweet and young and sexy. I had boxers on and I slipped out and went to her door and knocked our secret knock, from a long past time when we were being spies. She opened it almost immediately. "What are you doing?" she whispered. I pushed into her room and said, "I had to come and tell you how much I love you and how much I appreciate you as a person and my best friend and my lover and I need to kiss you goodnight. I pulled her against me and kissed her for a long moment and said, "Thank you for being Ilsa. Good night and sweet dreams." I went back to my room and went back to the peep hole. She got back on her bed and sat thinking and picked up her diary from under her pillow. She wrote slowly for a few minutes and then closed and locked it. She put it in her bedside table drawer and went to her dresser and put the key in her jewelry box. It looked like she slid it under the lining. I knew where it was now and knew I could cheat on her and read it if I ever wanted to. I got in bed and fell asleep looking at the light shining through the peep hole. ** When I woke up, Ilsa was sitting in my chair reading one of my muscle magazines. I said, "Hey gorgeous, what are you doing up so early?" Illy laughed and said, "It's nine o'clock. That isn't early and we have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. And I want to tell you something." I sat up and asked her if it could wait until I peed and she giggled and nodded. I went and peed and brushed my teeth and combed and stuff and went back to my room. She was still sitting and reading and I asked her when she got so interested in the muscle stuff. She said, "When I noticed you had so many and so much of them." I said, "So what's to talk about so early in the day?" She said, "It's really no big deal but when you came into my room last night and kissed me and I realized how much you mean to me and I wanted to let you know that I loved hearing what you told me. I feel at least as much as you do and I love you with all of my soul and mind and body." She started to cry and said, "I feel it so strong inside me and I can't say words to you that will let you know how much I feel it. I know how young we both are, me especially, but I have this sensation of knowing that you are my life. I see nothing beyond my life with you." She was still crying and I got up and went to her and held her. I rocked her in my arms and held her for a long time. She lay against me and I worried that this might be a temporary thing which was part of her healing. For me it was pure heaven. I loved her with more than a hard dick. I loved her as someone who had known her for her whole life and knew her wacky side as well as her serious self. I could imagine no other female for me ever. She looked up at me and asked if I wanted to make love and I said yes. She stood and pulled me over to my bed and sat on it and unsnapped my boxers which fell to the floor. She knelt in front of me and held my dick and caressed it and then sucked it into her mouth. She used her tongue and didn't move her head. I could feel her mouth and tongue moving on me and it was warm and wet and incredibly erotic. I had to make her stop twice to keep from cumming. I was leaning on her slim shoulders as she sucked me and I finally said, "Illy, you gotta stop or I'm gonna squirt down your throat." She stopped and said, "Do you want to?" "I want to love you nose to nose," I said. " I want to feel all of you all over and enjoy your body with my hands and face and tongue. This is nice but I want more than just a cum with you this morning." She smiled happily, her old sunny, bright personality was coming back. "I like that," she said. "Are we gonna do everything or just fuck me?" Let's do as much as we can,' I said, "till we can't stand it anymore and then fuck and come." "Okay, you do me now cuz I been doing you, and I need to get hotter." She wiggled and squeezed her breasts and bounced up and down on the bed. She pulled her top off and slipped out of her panties and lay back on my pillows. Her nipples were already swollen and pointy and her slit looked wet. She didn't have her splotchy red spots yet, but I knew she would soon. I could tell how hot she was by how red her skin got. I sat next to her on the bed and gently slid my hand up her thigh almost to her groin and then went back down. I used both hands the next time and she spread her legs open so I could get into her warm bottom, but I stopped short of her soft moist bottom. She moaned a little and said, " I need you to feel me, Timmy. Come on and do me." I looked at her and her eyes were half closed. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back and held my face and sucked my lips and panted at me. I held her right breast and squeezed it and played with its fullness, but stayed away from her nipple. She pulled me against her and pressed her small body hard against mine. "Please, " she gasped. "I need to feel something on me somewhere where it makes me go off." I held both her breasts and squeezed them the way I had seen her do when she was working toward a come. She grunted and said, "I'm gonna do me myself if you won't." She slid her hand onto her bare cunt and pressed hard against it. Her middle finger disappeared into her slit and her hand jerked several times. "Timmy, I need you to do it to me. Please. Oh please." I moved down next to her and kissed her tummy and licked down to the top of her slit. Her clitoris was sticking out slightly and was swollen and pink. I blew on it and she humped up at me and pressed her hand against my head. I held back and blew against her clit again. I made her moan and she asked me again to touch her. I sucked her clit and she spasmed against my face as she came. She made her 'eeeeeeeeeeee' sort of scream and shuddered and held me against her. Her come juices flowed all over my face. I sucked her as much as I could. I wanted to make her come several times and I wanted each one to be really big. It was hard to reach deep into her cuz of how we were lying. I slid up next to her on the bed and held her as she lay in her after glow. "That was nice, but you don't need to tease so much. I need to come and then I can start again but it drives me nuts when you won't let me have my come." She looked so serious as she said it, I had to apologize. "I'm sorry, Illy," I said. "I just wanted you to have a big one and I thought it would be bigger if you were hotter." She said it was big and good but she couldn't wait any longer for it. "I don't ever have little ones. They all make me explode inside really big. God, I love to come with you doing me." I was hard and pressing against her as we lay there. She reached down and took my cock in her hand. She held it and rubbed her hand in her slit and then rubbed my cock head with her slick, cunt-juicy hand. My balls pulled up against my body and I could feel my own come starting. I let her play with me for a minute and then rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She lay on me looking at me from about two inches away. "Are we gonna fuck now?" I nodded. "One of us is," I said. I want you to fuck me and make us come together this time." She looked a little hesitant. "How will I know when you're gonna come? I get so lost in my own feeling it, I can't tell what you're doing." "We have to communicate," I said. "We need to let each other know where we are. We can take our time and talk about what we're feeling and how close we are." Illy said she would try but coming was so big in her sometimes she couldn't talk. I said, "That's a communication too." She reached between us and adjusted my cock to her opening. "Do you want to fuck in my cunt or my ass?" she asked, knowing full well I wanted her cunt. I said, "You're the one doing it. You decide where you want it." She giggled and slid me into her hot, tight pussy. We both groaned as I slid into her. The heat and wet was always so intense and erotic that I had to force myself away from an immediate orgasm. I held her still against me. I was about half way into her and I knew she wanted more but I had to wait a bit. The urge to come receded and I whispered to her to press down on me slow. She jerked a little and I slid in her a bit and she groaned again. "I need it in me deep," she said and pressed hard against me and I went all the way into her and hit bottom. It hurt her when I did that and she whimpered a little but she held tight and pressed hard. I felt for her nipples and tugged at them. She gasped and whimpered again and I realized she was so hot she was almost out of control. I pulled her nipples again and said, "Fuck me!" Illy raised her little butt and pressed down again against my cock I slid out and back and felt her muscles begin to spasm on me. She would come before I could but it was ok since she always liked to feel me sliding into her after she orgasmed. Her spasms increased and she stiffened and froze. I pumped myself in and out of her cunt as hard as I could as she came and I was trying for my own release. Illy was making her "Oh, oh, oh, noises as I began to come. I squirted into her and humped hard against her pressing against her cervix. She was still sort of coming and humping at me as I slowed and started to relax. "Kiss me, Timmy, "she said, and wrapped her arms around my neck. We lay there for a long while. My cock stayed about half hard and she moved a little against it and made a humming sound. "I can do it again if you can," she said. I rolled over on top of her and began fucking her with long slow strokes. I held my weight on my elbows to keep from crushing her and watched her as she concentrated on herself. She pulled her own nipples and stretched them way out. It looked like it should hurt but she kept pulling as her butt began to hump back at me. We were rocking the bed and making quite a racket as I rode her. She made her 'eeee' sound and began to come again. I had a ways to go but I kept fucking her and at last felt myself begin the rush toward orgasm. As I squirted I felt her coming once more. "Don't stop yet," she gasped at me and humped hard under me. Her cunt tightened around my cock as she fucked herself into another orgasm. We flopped apart and lay there exhausted. I fell asleep and when I awoke she was gone. There was a bloodstain on my sheet and I went looking for her to be sure she was ok. She was sitting in the living room watching TV. She looked at me and grinned. "I guess I've become a woman today. My first period just started." She blushed. I asked if she was okay and she nodded. "It feels like my insides want to fall out but it doesn't hurt. I need some stuff from the drug store though, She said. Would you go for me?" She made a list and I went to the store for her. I don't think I'll ever do it again but I did it once. The girl at the counter thought I was a pervert when I went to check out and I had all the stuff for menstruating and I am obviously not a 'user'. She gave me a hard time and I started to get mad and we were getting loud and the manager came over and checked me out. She was nice about it but she did ask who it was all for. I told her my sister had started her first period and she needed all this stuff. Illy giggled when I told her what had gone on. I told her she was gonna have to get her own stuff next time. I wasn't going through that again. She kissed me and thanked me and asked if I wanted to do anything even if she was sort of bloody. I told her I didn't think so and asked her if she did. She shrugged and said she would it if I wanted her to but she wasn't feeling hot or anything. She made me promise to tell her if I got so I needed anything. She would suck me if I asked her to. I got through 3 days with no comes and started to get so I was missing it. I hinted about it but she never said anything so I dropped it. Illy and I had hung out together for so long, there was really no one else around to do anything with. Dad still wanted me home with her all the time and I did have to go to see her doctors with her every week. I asked Illy if she was gonna be ready to go back to school. She said she wasn't too sure yet. She was still scared of strange men but almost all strangers would make her nervous. We tried sitting apart on the bus coming home from downtown, and she couldn't do it. She came and sat next to me when the bus started to get crowded. Dad got real mad at me when he heard we had tried it, but Illy said it was her idea and to be nice to me. Dad apologized and later, I thanked Illy for telling him. It wasn't really her idea, but we sort of did it together. Anyway, her period ended and she didn't say anything to me about it and I didn't ask. About two weeks went by and I was in the basement with my weights and working really hard and I realized Illy was watching. I finished my set of reps and stood up and dried my face and grinned at her. "Hey Bug. Wanna work out?" She shook her head. "I need a come," she said. I tried to do without to see what it would be like to be like to be abstinent. I don't like it." "I wondered why we were sort of distant last week. I was scared you were mad at me for something," I said. "I can help you with a cum though. I'll take a quick shower and be right with ya." Illy said, "No. I like it when you smell all male and sweaty like that." She pulled her shirt over her head and had no bra on. Her nipples were already swollen and hard. I had no shirt on so I waited . She slid her shorts down and stood in front of me in pale blue satin panties. They fit her tightly and pretty much showed her body. I dropped my shorts and had only a jock strap on and I was getting hard. She watched my jock get pushed out as my cock rose. "I really need that in me. It's been thirteen days and I need it," she said. She came and sat on the bench and pulled me down next to her. She licked my chest and smiled at me and said, "You always taste so good. Even when it's just salty." I kissed her and she hugged me and skidded her breasts across my chest and I could hear her make a purring sound. She had her arms around my neck and leaned against me. I stood up and lifted he with me. She hung on with her body pressed against my cock. She was so short that the top of it was pressed against her clit and she humped at me and kissed and opened her mouth to mine. We used tongues on each other all over, but I loved the taste and feel of her mouth best of all. I hale her ass in my hands supporting her and kneaded her cheeks. She was little but had a cute bubble butt and rubbing it made her hot. She said it was from the way it pulled against her tweeny stuff and her front button. She could never bring herself to call it her clit. She said it sounded to technical. She said pull my panties down so I can slide onto you. She hung on while I slipped them over her hips and down her legs. They slid to the floor and I held her thighs and spread her legs to my sides and she slid slowly down as my cock slid between her legs. She wiggled a bit and got me at the entrance to her body and said, "Here I come" She slowly let her body sag onto me and I pressed into her heat and tightness. She was fully wet and there was no resistance except for the size of her cunt which was still young and small. She was always extremely tight at first and it made not coming an exercise in concentration. The sensation of her body heat on my cock always was my favorite feeling aside from orgasm.. She said, "Do it with me on the bench." I sat on the bench and held her on my lap, our bodies joined at the crotch. I was straddling the bench and when she lay back she went onto the soft leather of the seat. "Is it in all the way?" she asked. I always said almost although she had about an inch and half or more to go before she got it all. She was determined to get it all in her. I told her the important part went in first, but she wanted it all. I said again, "You got just about all of it this time." "Well darn it, "she said, "I wanted to have it all in me." "Illy, you gotta remember, you started this at the tender age of eleven. Give it a while and we'll be able to get it all in. I will promise to tell you the day that happens." She nodded and said, "Okay, do it to me now." I began pressing into her and my cock was pressing against the front of her canal as it slid in and out. She shuddered each time I hit her inside hot spot. She groaned and said she wished there was a way to put pressure on both her 'hot spots' at the same time. I said, "I got your hot spot all around me just now and it feels just fine." "No more talk," she said. "Fuck me." I Began the long slow strokes I knew she liked the best. All the way in to the end of her cunt deep inside her and then all the way out so only the end of my cock was still inside. She lay with her eyes closed and held her boobs in her hands, squeezing them. She was frowning as she worked to come. I could feel the tremors of her orgasm begin to build in her as her cunt muscles tightened on my cock. Her breathing got shorter and faster until she was panting. She was making noises but not saying anything. She began humping back at me and said, " Ah Timmy, I'm gonna come. Make me do it, Timmy, I love you." Her arms went around me and she held on. Her legs stiffened and tensed around my thighs and she pumped her abdomen at me hard several times and her nails dug into my back and said, "Oh my God,' She gasped, "this is gonna be a big one" It was for me too. I shuddered into my climax along with her. I filled her cunt and my juice was bubbling out of her as we fucked. She came for a long time. I thought it was over several times but she was still throbbing inside and her bottom was still flexing and relaxing rhythmically. School was gonna start in about a week and I was getting my stuff ready. Mom had gotten me a bunch of slacks and shirts and stuff and I had bought two pairs of shoes. Illy had an appointment with Dr Ratnouer and mom took her. I went over to school and talked to the swim team coach about my coming back to school. He said I looked pretty good and I was gonna be tough to beat in the sprints. Dr Rancouer called me and told me she wanted to see me first thing in the morning. She said Ilsa was taken care of and to be there at eight thirty. I asked Illy if she knew what it was all about and she said that Ratnouer would tell me. Mom and dad were fine all evening so I didn't think I was in trouble but I sure wished I knew what she wanted. I watched Illy thru the peep hole after dinner. She did her bit with her diary and hid the key in the same old place. She got ready for bed and did nothing interesting. Her body is still as sexy as ever and I miss her terribly but she sort of ignores me. I must have done something but I sure as hell have no idea what it is. I fixed my own breakfast and left before anyone else was up. Got to Rancoer's office and waited for, about twenty minutes for her to open up. She finally got there at ten till nine. So much for promptness. She called me into her office and asked me what was going on. I told her nothing. My parents were fine and Ilsa was cool and distant and I had no idea why. She hardly spoke to me and I had tried everything I knew to get her to at least react to me. She seemed fine but was keeping to herself during the day so I had no idea what she was doing. Ratnouer asked me if it bothered me to be left out of Ilsa's loop, so to speak and I told her it drove me nuts, but I didn't know what to do about it. She asked if I had confronted Ilsa about it and I said no. I was afraid to upset her and afraid she would say she didn't want to be intimate with me anymore. I started to cry. I couldn't help it. All of a sudden I was so miserable I couldn't stand it. She let me cry myself out and said that now we could get down to the basics here. She said Ilsa has come to a cross roads in her therapy. She wants to be independent of you and be able to function on her own. She also is missing you and your friendship and affection but doesn't want to impose on you. She needs to make her decisions for herself and for her future. She feels she has been a weight around your neck, an 'albatross' is how she put it, and she wants you to be free of her dependence. "What if I don't want to be free of her? I asked. "You know how I feel about her. I love her. It isn't the sex I mss as much as just being with her and relaxed and able to do whatever we want and be friends and like each other." Rancouer said I should talk to Ilsa about it all. She can explain it and will if you ask her to. She misses your close relationship as much as you do. I think you owe it to each other to communicate about it. She went on in the same vein for a while and elaborated on some stuff but for the most part sort of told me to go to Ilsa and get it from her. I rode the bus home and was so deep in thinking about it all that I missed the bus stop and had to walk back almost a mile to get home. I got there as mom was leaving. She asked how it went with Dr. Ratnoer and said fine and she got in the Lexus and drove off. I went in and got some OJ and a couple of Oreos and went to my room. Illy's radio was playing and I knew she was in there. I finished my snack and went and knocked on her door. She said, "I'm getting dressed." I went in and checked the peep hole and she was sitting at her desk reading a magazine. I went back and walked into her room and said, "You lied to me. You never lied to me before. What is it I have done to make to treat me like this? I love you. Like a woman, like my sister, like a friend, but you lied to me." She looked up and said, "I can't talk to you. It makes me cry." And she did. Great big sobs and gulps and more tears than I had ever imagined. I went to her and held her hand and rubbed her back and she sort of leaned against me and kept on. She calmed down after a long while and I said , "Can we talk now?" She nodded and said, "Let's go for a walk." We left and went toward the park. We were silent for a long time and she said, "I've spent the last week or so trying to figure out what we are gonna do about us. I didn't want to get confused about it by having sex and stuff cuz I can't think when I get hot. I miss it though." "Me too," I said. We sat on a bench in the park. It was a pretty day and there was a big tree over the bench so Illy was in the shade. She sat and thought about it for a while and finally she said, "We have to stop loving each other. We both know we can't be brother and sister and be in love like we are. The whole world will land on us for it. We couldn't even get married with the same last names, they won't give us a license. I think when school starts, I'm gonna be ready and able to go. So I'll go back to being a good little eighth grader and you go back to being the hot shot jock you're cut out to be. We won't be happy for a while but we'll get over it. You go and make out with your cutie from last year and I'll go and giggle with the other thirteen year olds about boys and kissing. And I will love you with all my heart for the rest of my life, but we can't be like we have been." She was quiet after that and I sat and tears were running down my face. I wasn't sobbing or snuffling. I was just leaking tears. A lot. I couldn't talk. She watched me and held my hand and cried too. I stood up and we walked back home. She went to her room and I went to mine and , like always, when I got frustrated, I went and lifted weights. I was naked doing it and I saw Illy watching me. I kept on pumping the iron and she came in and said, " I love to see you like that, I think it's the sexiest thing you do." I said, "I like to watch you doing it bare too," and put the bar down and sat on the bench. I wasn't hard or feeling horny or anything, She said, "Your dick has grown a lot this summer, just like the rest of you. I thought it was me, but it's you being bigger. I'm gonna miss that darn thing." I said, "Do you want it one more time before school starts?" She looked at me and blushed and said, "It's why I came down here. I wanted to see you naked doing weights again and do it again with you. We have to stop, but once more would be nice. I haven't quit taking the pill so it's safe for us to do." She stood up and asked me to take her clothes off. I went and kissed her and she pressed against me and held on to me and her tongue slid into my mouth. After a bit I let her go and undid the buttons on her blouse. She had no bra on and her breasts were bare and her nipples were erect. I held them and squeezed the way she liked me too and she moaned. "You get me so hot, so fast. I'm wet and open for you already." I took her skirt off and slid my hands up her thighs to her panties and hooked my fingers in the elastic of her leg openings. I pressed against her hot wet slit and pulled her panties down. Her tummy was pale and her slight blonde fuzz was damp from her juices. She smelled wonderful - female and sexy and in heat. I kissed her tummy and licked at her clit which was sticking out. She leaned on my shoulders and said "Will you suck it for me, Timmy, please?" She tasted as she always did: clean and fresh and warm. She made noises as I sucked her. She could come very fast like this and I wanted her to. He cunt humped at my face as she began her orgasm. She shuddered and shook and collapsed on the floor next to me. "I miss that so bad. I hate to have to give it up." She leaned against me and said, "Let's do it on the weight bench. And I get to be on top." I lay down on the bench and she straddled me and sat slowly down on my cock. It slid into her and her tight preteen cunt stretched slowly to accept it. I slid deep into her and hit bottom. She stopped and said, "See what I mean about getting bigger? Most of you still isn't in me and you're hitting the end of my tunnel. You've grown a bunch." She leaned forward and lay on me and began the long slow strokes that would bring us off. Her hot tight cunt clasped my cock as it slid in and out of her. She wasn't big enough for me to suck her nipples in this position so I pulled them for her and squeezed her breast. My other hand was on her butt, pressing it against me as she slid me into her. She was panting and I knew she would come in a minute or two. I could feel my own orgasm building. My balls were pulled up tight against me and my cock was swelling. She groaned and said, "Are you near?" I said, "Yes, come with me." She speeded up to a rapid humping and her body tightened on my cock. She began her surge into orgasm as I did. Her arms went around my neck and she stiffened as I spurted into her. I had never produced so much juice and I squirted pulse after pulse of hot jism into her shuddering body. As we began to relax and calm down, I heard mom coming down the stairs. Illy held tight to me and didn't move. I knew we were gonna be caught but it didn't seem to matter. "What're you two doing here?" mom said as she walked in. The sight of her two naked children lying on the bench with a thick cock connecting them was self explanatory. "Oh my God," she said. "Tim, what have you done to her?" Illy turned and looked at mom and said, "Timmy didn't do anything. I did it to him." She stood up off of me and faced mom. "I had to show him what to do. And he did it because I asked him to. I'm not ashamed of it because I found out how good it can be when you love the person you do it with. It's a lot better than a coke bottle." She picked up her clothes and walked out of the weight room and up the stairs. Her little bare butt shining in the light from the stair well. Her back straight and proud. Mom turned and looked at me and said, "What happens if she gets pregnant?" I said, "She's on the pill." Mom shook her head and said, "I have to call your father," and left me alone. Dad got home two days later. Mom had kept me and Illy apart the whole time. We ate in our bedrooms and were allowed out to go to the bathroom and stuff but we never got to see each other. I tried to get Illy to come the closet peep hole to talk but she said we didn't need to talk. We needed to see what they were gonna say first. I agreed with her, but I missed her company and just wanted to be near her. We could hear dad's explosion when he got home and mom told him what she had seen and what Ilsa had said. They were quiet for a long time in dad's den and then we were finally called into the living room. There was a lot of questioning for a long time and we were honest about it all. I told the truth as well as I could remember it and so did Illy. Neither of us felt ashamed of what had happened and I guess it sort of scared our parents. They asked what we were going to do and we told them. "We were gonna go back to school and behave like brother and sister. We didn't want to, but we knew we had to." They sent us back to our rooms and we whispered at the peep hole for hours, wondering what was gonna happen. Next morning, mom took Illy to Rancouer's and dad stayed home with me. He didn't say anything about it and we had breakfast and read the paper and puttered around the house all morning. I worked out after lunch and mom and Illy came home about three thirty. Illy winked at me and I knew something was gonna happen and I was nervous but not scared cuz Illy seemed sure of herself. It was quiet all afternoon and mom and dad had their usual martini and then we had dinner - a very quiet one, and Illy and I cleaned up and did dishes. I tried to get her to talk to me but she said wait. Dad called us into his den and mom and he were sitting on his leather couch. They had us sit and told us a long and complicated story which included my adoption as a six week old baby. They had tried to get pregnant for several years and had given up. I was adopted and brought home about six months after they applied for an adoptive child. Illy was a surprise three years later. Mom and dad were both blond and Illy was certainly a product of their union. I was dark but it had never seemed to be important. There was a whole lot more said, but the essence was that we were not related to each other. Illy and I were both stunned by the information but Illy had known something was all right about us because of the way Dr. Rancouer had treated her and mom. We were not blood relatives and would be able to be to each other whatever we wanted. Mom and dad asked us to be discreet about whatever relationship we had with each other. When Illy started high school, we would be allowed to date each other if we wanted and there would be explanations to school personnel and friends so that they would understand our relationship. Illy and I were holding hands and she squeezed mine and smiled up at me. "I love you, Timmy," she said. She turned to mom and dad. "And I love you both too." She kissed them both and walked down the hall. I sat a minute and said, "I love you both and I love Illy. We're too young to be this involved with each other, but Illy was brought into adulthood by no fault of her own and I was made a part of it by you two and Dr. Rancouer. I guess I ought to be embarrassed by all this but I'm not. I'm too happy to know that I can love Illy as I feel it in me to do and I am going to love her for as long as she will have me. If that isn't something you can live with, then I think we will have to sneak around. I don't want to do that but I don't want you to be upset by us. We worked out how to get her well and did a pretty good job of it. We will probably be able to work this out too." Dad smiled at me and said, "Good night, Tim." I said, ""Night dad," and went and kissed mom and went to my room. Illy was sitting on my bed. She said, "I love you, Tim." And now, thirty years later, she is still telling me so. EPILOGUE When Illy finally got to high school I was a junior. We dated pretty steadily, but now and then one of us would go out with someone else. We had to experience other people to be sure of what we felt for each other. Neither of us lasted very long with anyone else. When I graduated, I got a job as a teachers aid in the P.E. department as an aid to the swimming program. I coached swimming and taught swimming until Illy graduated and we went to college together. She wanted to major in Psych and become a therapist but she got side tracked into English and became a writer. She has had 2 successful novels and one major hit with her third one. I am content to be what I am. A successful teacher and swim coach at the local branch of the state university here on town. I have tenure and the salaries aren't too good, but the extras from sportswear companies make up for a lot of moderate salary. And Illy and I have our life together which is really all that matters to us. And our two kids seem to be happy as well. END