The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Subject: NEW STORY (Second Try): The Charmer, Part 1A THE CHARMER, PART IA by RHYMER This is the story of how I discovered my special talent ten sweet years ago, and how it's kept me in more pussy than I can handle ever since. First things first, so let's start at home... I went through puberty kinda late. I was almost fourteen before the surge of hormones hit, and suddenly I went from being a slim androgynous kid who'd never even thought of sex to a lanky adolescent with nothing else on my mind. The changes were drastic: my voice deepened and roughened, I got hair in the damnedest places (especially down there), and my pecker doubled in size practically overnight. I got real interested in sports and it wasn't long before I was developing some nice muscles, if I do say so myself. A glimpse of a nice-looking girl, any nice-looking girl, would get my cock rock hard and send me running for the nearest bathroom to jerk off. And that's a problem when you're living at home with three good-looking women. I knew I had to have sex soon or die trying, but I didn't know what to do. Then it hit me, like a bolt out of the blue! I was lying in bed, rubbing my dick idly and reading a tabloid for fun, when I saw an article that set my heart racing ninety miles a minute. It was about a twelve year old kid somewhere in Europe who'd managed to seduce four of his school teachers! It never would have come out, but the little stud had gotten them all pregnant. No shit, I'm not making this up. All the teachers said that the kid was a born charmer, and that they just couldn't say no to him. This appealed to me outrageously. I've always been popular; everyone says I'm a real engaging character, the kind who can charm the shirt right off your back. I wondered if that was true... With my good looks and glib tongue, I've always been able to get away with anything, especially with my family. This set the ol' wheels turning in my mind, and soon I had myself a Plan. I had to jack off twice in a row after that just to calm myself down so that I could work out the details. It was a week or so before an opportunity to try things out presented itself. It was Saturday, and my folks decided to go out to the Zoo in Fort Worth. My oldest sister, 17 year old Tammy, went with them; so did my seven year old brother Zack. Diane acted like she was bored to tears about the whole thing -- she had a book she wanted to read -- and I had baseball practice that morning, so I couldn't go. I got home about 11 AM before it got really hot and found Di curled up on the couch, reading some psychology thing. I was sweaty and hot, and the pool seemed like just the thing. When I suggested that Di join me, she said OK and went to slip into her swimsuit. Di's three years older than me, and pretty adorable. She has the same black hair Mom and I share, and Dad's blue eyes. I'd been thinking a lot about her (and Tammy and Mom) since I'd suddenly noticed girls were different a couple of months before. She's tall and willowy, not quite bony, with the nice, regular features fashion photographers love. She makes no special attempts to look good, but does anyhow (she's since gone on to a successful career in modeling). Her figure is sort of boyish, practically straight from shoulders to hips (think of a beefier Kate Moss), and her breasts are kind of an afterthought, little more than baseball- sized lumps under the loose tee-shirts she likes to wear. But her butt makes up for her lack of a buxom figure. It's tight, and round in all the right places, and the way her denim shorts like to ride up her crack had given me plenty of good looks at the creamy crescents of her ass-cheeks. Just thinking about that sent me running to my bedroom to jam on my fuckstick. I'd need the control later to pull off what I wanted to pull off anyhow. Still, I was kinda hoping she'd walk in on me and save me the trouble, but she never did. She'd already been in and out of the water before I even got there, and was lying in a lounge chair sopping wet, with her hair slicked back. She was wearing the powder-blue one-piece I liked so much, the one that was cut practically to her butt-cleavage in the back. The water had rendered it semi-transparent, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. " What took so long? " she asked curiously. I shrugged. "Had to pee." "'Kay." She picked up the book she'd been reading, and opened it while I dove into the water. I paddled around for a while, then got out and lay down in my own lounge chair. I struck up a conversation, asking her about the book, and gradually maneuvered the subject around to sports and school. I told her I thought school sucked, and didn't care if I never went back again. She was concerned: didn't I know I needed the education just to survive today? Nah, I said, I'd make it. There was nothing there I needed. "Not even girls?" she teased. I turned beet red and didn't say anything (I'm a good actor, too). She looked at me strangely. "Come to think of it, I've never heard you mention girls and you've never had a girlfriend. You do like girls, don't you?" Damn, she was making my job easy for me! I hadn't planned to bring up girls for a while yet. Of course I'd never had a girlfriend before, I just got my pubes! I just let my blush deepen and said, "Uh, sure I like girls." She shrugged. "Then why don't you get a girlfriend? School's the best place to find them, you know." I lowered my head, and shot a glance at her cloth-covered pubic mound. So beautiful! I started to get hard, so I shifted a little to make it not so obvious, and mumbled, "I just don't find any of the girls there attractive." "You're kiddin' me. There must be a thousand girls in your high school, and a lot of them are babes!" A teasing wheedle came into her voice. "C'mon, are you sure you like girls? You're not gay, are you?" "No way!" I blurted. "It's just that the only girls I want are the ones I can't have." "Whaddaya mean? Which girls are those?" I mumbled something. "Speak up, Jamey!" she said, concerned. "I said," I exclaimed, "I'm only attracted to you and Tammy and Mom!" That wasn't too far from the truth. Di stood there, stunned, then: "Oh, Jamey, I'm so sorry. But that's wrong. I mean, it's flattering, 'coz you're a really good- looking guy, but it's wrong. Maybe you should go see a shrink or something." "The stuff I read said it was normal, to want your Mom and sisters," I shot back. "Sigmund Freud, you know?" Of course she did. She was reading his book. I lay back so she could my woody tenting the front of my Speedo. She gasped, looked away, then did a double-take and looked back. My cock was about 8 inches then (it's grown since!) and I knew from reading Dad's porno mags that that was enough to make any woman look twice. I looked at her with infinite sadness. "It's all I think about." "I'm sorry, but it ain't gonna happen." Her eyes had left my cock, but she was still sneaking surreptitious glances downward as she looked me in the face. My prick twitched; it knew what she was looking at! "Then it'll never happen, ever," I said dejectedly. "I'll never be with a girl, because I'll never meet a girl who holds a candle to the beautiful women in my own family." Di looked like she was going to cry. "Oh, James, baby, no! It would be a tragedy for a guy as good looking as you with such a nice -- uh -- body to give up on love this early in life. " She glanced again it my hard virgin cock, and I could hear a catch in her breath as she said, "I could -- no, we're related. I'm sorry. You'll just have to go on, give it up." "I know," I said, and signed. "But -- I don't know, I guess I need a little help before I give up the dream. I know I'm gonna sound like a perverted little shit, but could I just see you nude? Just once?" "What!" "You're the one who brought up girls, y'know. Otherwise you'd never have know about my...problem. It's not like I'm coming on to you or anything. This is my only fantasy, to see you nude once. I don't even want to touch you. Give a guy a break, huh?" Then the clincher: "What's it gonna harm, except my ego if you turn me down?" She was always a softy, and that melted her. Without a word, she stood up lithely and slipped out of that one-piece. My God, she was gorgeous! Her proud little breasts were like scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries; those cherries wrinkled and stiffened in the breeze as I watched. He puss was liberally sprinkled with dark brown hair, and I could see a glimmer of wet pink through her thatch. Her body was firm and taut, corded with muscle from her time on the swim team. "Turn around," I said softly, and she did. There was that fabulous ass, white as cream and just as delicious. Her gluteus muscles flexed as she stood on her toes, and I swore I could see a thin line of liquid dripping down one thigh. Just water, probably -- but maybe I was turning her on. I moaned, and Mr. Happy got harder than ever. Now the tip was peeking out of the top of my Speedo, and was leaking a little. Then she turned around and said what I'd prayed she would: "Now you." I stood slowly, carefully, making sure she noted the condition of my cock as I did. Then I pulled the tight bathing suit off; my cock sprang free and wobbled a little in the open air. I stilled it with one hand as she said, "Oh my God, that's unbelievable. I thought you were still a little kid!" I smiled. I was til just a few months ago, then I got lucky in the genital lottery. This was in the bag. I sat slowly back down in the lounge, and lay back, pushing my butt up a bit so that my cock strained toward the sky in all its glory. She stepped closer. "Do you think I'm handsome, Di?" I asked her softly. "In your honest opinion." "I think you're beautiful," she said. By now she was close enough that I imagined that I could feel the heat radiating off her cunt, which I now saw was wet with more than water! I was sick with excitement, but something at the core of me remained cool and in control. "You are too. We-we both are," I stammered, breathing heavily as I sat up. "Oh, Di, I love you so much!" I burst out, wrapping my arms around her pretty waist. Then, without further ado, I kissed her right on the snatch. It took all my courage to do it, but I did it. She gasped, started to jerked away, but the gasp turned into a long drawn-out moan when I thrust my tongue up her slit, and then she pressed my head into her with both hands. She tasted funky, a little salty, and just as delicious as anything I'd ever tasted. I don't care what anyone says, pussy is nature's most perfect food, and that first taste was the best. My trepidation disappeared like ice cream on a hot day, and I started licking and sucking and jabbing with my tongue, in my inexpert but effective way, like pussy was about to go out of style. We stood there, locked in that awkward embrace, for a sweet eternity before she started to shake all over and I heard her shout out my name: "Oh, JamEEEE!" I guess that was an orgasm. She almost collapsed there by the pool, but I caught her in time. "Did you like it?" I asked uncertainly. Her eyes widened. She didn't say anything, just grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the house to her bedroom. Then she lay me down and the bed and started licking my balls. I was so hot I shot off immediately, showering her elfin face with come, before she even made it to my prick! I gasped and moaned, expecting that it was all over, but she kept sucking and soon the ol' fuckstick was hard as ever. She paused long enough to breath. "God, I can't believe we're doing this. I mean, you're my brother!" She was rubbing her clit the whole time, and so the last word came out as a moan. "Ah, oh, it's making me so hot. I can't calm down." Then she was away again. Di kept it up until I was as hard as I'd been since I'd first disrobed, just a few short minutes ago. Then my sister straddled my waist, her back to me, and slowly impaled herself on my rigid tool. I can't adequately describe the sensations of my first fuck. My cock was moving slowly into a tight, slippery tunnel that was far too small for it. I felt like it had a million sides that were all feeding a multitude of stimuli to my balls, nipples, brain, heart, top of my head and bottom of my feet. She slid up and came down, then reached back to find my hands and place them on her titties. She showed me how to knead them and tweak the hard little nips, and I showed her what a good learner I was by picking it up instantly. She moaned as she slid up again, then back down; so did I. I knew I wasn't going to last long. "Oh James, oh JAMEY, oh little baby brother, ah God, shit, you're not so little anymore, are you?" She moaned as she moved up and down over me. I was beyond speech; I was probably just drooling like an imbecile then. Little stars were exploding in my skull like firecrackers. I was gonna come soon, even if Di didn't. Another ten strokes, maybe, was all it took. She screeched like a triumphant cat (Geez, what would the Needemeyers next door think?) and her pussyhole spasmed around my rod, flooding it with cream. She clamped around my cock so hard I'd have thought she'd have squeezed it shut but fortunately that wasn't the case. As I exploded inside her, Di rolled away quickly, and managed to catch the second blast in her mouth. I passed out for a split second; I came to to find her mouth still on my cock. She proceeded to milk me dry, squeezing and pulling my pud until the last bit of juice was gone. By then, I was moaning like a dying man, and I was enveloped in a rosy glow; it felt like the time a few years before when I was the hospital after I broke my leg, when the doc gave me morphine. I felt like I could move the world, only I couldn't move a muscle. Di hovered above me and kissed me hotly. I returned the favor as best I could. "That was great, little bro, the most intense I've ever, ever had," she said when she came up for air. "Can we do it again sometime?" I croaked. "Do you think you'll ever recover?" she teased, running a finger around my left nipple. I felt a faint twinge of lust in my loins. The she looked at me seriously. "I -- it was great, but I'm just not certain. I mean, it could cause problems..." she looked away, then looked at my cock, which was still long and limber and gleaming with our combined juices. "Oh, hell, I have to think. And I need a shower, anyway." With that, she was gone, and I fell into a well-deserved sleep. I woke up just in time to take a shower myself and to retrieve our discarded swimsuits, now the only evidence of our illicit affair. I was feeling chipper by now, and by the time the rest of the family walked in the door I was starting to formulate the plan for my next conquest: 17 year old Tammy.