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Pillow Talk
by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)

***

Two people who have known each other all their lives 
fall in love. (MF, inc, rom, 1st)

***

Note: You ever make love with a sibling, a twin, 
someone you've known literally all your life? Studies 
suggest that most siblings experiment with sexual play 
to a degree, and that usually ends when puberty 
arrives. Some I've known are different, the bond 
between them linking them together for their lifetime.



I can't remember when I first felt the attraction to my 
brother, perhaps as early as the womb. We were 
fraternal twins, Benjamin and Bonnie. We were the only 
kids our parents had, and according to Mom we were 
enough. Very different and almost never dressing alike, 
we were still two peas from the same pod. Ben's eyes 
were blue and mine were light grey, his hair short and 
blond, mine long and dark. If you didn't know we were 
related, you would have never guessed by our 
appearance.

We owned a ranch/farm combination in the plains of 
North Dakota, 3800 acres in all. (For you city 
slickers, that almost 6 square miles of dirt under 
fence) The nearest town was Cameron, 5 miles down a 
mostly gravel road. Population was about 450, most of 
them just like us. The school, a couple of bars, the 
grocery store, and the usual gas stations near the 
interstate, along with the grain elevator and the oil 
company comprised most of the town. For Wal-Mart and 
the like we traveled to Bismarck, 85 miles away.

School was hard for both of us and living so far out 
meant there was little chance of after-school 
activities. There was always work around the ranch, 
feeding the stock or fixing fence. I learned to drive 
the tractor when I was twelve, mowing hay for the cows. 
Ben got to drive the combine and one of the pickups 
during harvest, while I was relegated to the kitchen to 
help Mom feed the temporary workers. 

Puberty at 14 became awkward for me as I suddenly 
became aware of my body and it's unique requirements. 
Ben and I had been inseparable from the first, sharing 
a room in the small farmhouse. Our shared moments of 
casual nudity in the bath or the creek became 
embarrassing for us both as we stared at the changes 
taking place. One problem was that Ben and I had slept 
together since I could remember, and I was lonely. Mom 
said it was ok to share the room but not the bed 
anymore, 'because I was a woman now'. It was a 
frustrating and confusing time for me, I'd lost half of 
myself and didn't know why.

Cuddling my pillows at night I dreamt of Ben and the 
comfort I'd experienced being near him, being touched, 
being held while I slept. We still talked and did our 
homework together, but I wanted to recapture the 
closeness we had shared as youngsters. I tolerated the 
situation as best I could until we turned 15, the 
frustration building to the bursting point. The 
planting was done, summer was almost here and I decided 
if I didn't act soon, I'd lose him forever.

One night as we readied for bed, I said "Ben, we have 
to talk." Putting down his magazine, he sat up and said 
"Ok."

"Where did we go? What's happened to the us I used to 
know?"

"We're still here, we're just different people," he 
smiled.

"We're NOT different, we're the same as before, only 
something's happened," I blubbered, unable to hold back 
the tears. He stood and walked the few feet separating 
our beds and sat with me, curling his arm around my 
shoulder.

"We grew up," he said softly, wiping a tear from my 
face.

"Don't you miss me in the bed?" I asked, afraid of his 
answer.

"Of course I do, but after you started having your 
monthlies and Dad talked to me, I figured we better 
not," he replied.

"Why?" I cried, "were you afraid we'd start having 
sex?" He considered that for awhile and said "No, but I 
think that's what they are afraid of." I'd never 
considered the possibility of sex with Ben or any boy, 
preferring to satisfy myself with my fingers. 

"You're very pretty," he said, smoothing my hair back 
and kissing my cheek.

"You're not helping the situation," I said, laughing 
despite my feelings.

"Ever thought about dating somebody?" he asked.

"Who'd want to drive all the way to the house?" I 
replied.

He nodded and I said "Besides, it's not 'somebody' I 
want to be close to, it's you."

He walked to the window and stared out for a few 
minutes, not saying a word. Afraid that I had scared 
him or offended in some unknown way, I walked to him 
and hugged him from the back, slipping my arms around 
his waist.

"Remember when we were kids," I said, "we used to play 
in the hayloft?"

"Mmm," he said.

"Remember swimming in the creek?" I asked, putting my 
head on his shoulder.

"Mm-hm," he replied.

"What I really miss is you holding me as I fall 
asleep," I whispered, my secret out in the open at 
last.

He turned and took me in his arms, his limp manhood 
bumping my stomach as he took me in his arms and hugged 
me tight, saying "I know, I know." I cried quietly for 
awhile, getting his shoulder wet and soaking in the 
comfort and love I'd been denied for so long. I 
recovered a little, and he said "You better take a 
shower before it gets too late," putting a kiss on my 
forehead. I nodded and walked to the bathroom, 
stripping off my clothes.

When I came out in my nightie, the only light in the 
room was his bedside lamp turned low, and he said "Come 
here." As I went to him he threw the covers back and 
patted the mattress next to him, saying "Here ok?"

I grinned and climbed in, snuggling closely, my butt 
against his stomach. He had his shorts on but I could 
still feel the bulge of his equipment nestled in my 
crack. Uncaring, I pulled his arm over me and placed 
his hand on my belly, holding it there.

"Thank you," I whispered.

You're welcome," he whispered back, "G'nite."

'Night," I said, feeling once again that I was where I 
belonged.

***

The next few nights were bliss for me as I hugged and 
slept close to my other half. My attitude improved and 
my disposition was positively sunny as I went about my 
daily chores. Dad came up to us just before lunch one 
day and said "We've got about 60 head loose over on 
Ned's place, can you two go over there and get them 
back without killing yourselves?" Normally an adult's 
job, rounding up strays was difficult and dangerous. 
Proud at being chosen for the job, we hurried through 
lunch and saddled our horses.

My mare Domino was 7 years old and easy to get ready, 
Ben's Dancer was a 4 year old gelding who was green-
broke and nervous. Going up the west fence line to see 
where they'd gotten out, I put Domino into an easy 
canter and stood up in the stirrups, letting her run. 
Dancer followed, snorting and blowing as he smelled the 
great outdoors.

A mile or two up we found the hole, about 30 yards of 
barbed wire was on the ground, the poles snapped off. 
The cattle were all within 500 yards, contentedly 
munching on the grass in Ned's pasture. Ned's Jeep was 
parked on a rise watching them, and we waved as we 
gathered them in a group and herded them back. Once 
they were all back inside our property line, we 
tethered the horses and proceeded to repair the fence. 
The posts would have to wait for another day, but we 
could restring the wire temporarily to keep all but the 
most determined inside.

Finished, I took off my gloves and wiped my forehead, 
grinning at Ben.

"That wasn't so hard!" I laughed.

"No, not this time," he agreed.

"It's early yet, wanna go for a swim?" I asked.

"Where?" he asked.

"Creek," I replied. He nodded and we mounted, letting 
the horses walk in that direction.

"I didn't bring a suit," he said as we arrived among 
the trees that surrounded the creek bed.

"I didn't either," I smiled, dropping Domino's reins to 
the ground. She'd stay near me as long as she had grass 
to eat and water to drink, and I hoped Dancer would 
follow her example. The creek was actually a small 
stream, winding and bending its way through the low 
ground on the back of our land. Cottonwoods grew near 
the edge, providing shade and cover. I stripped off 
everything but my panties and looked at him, asking 
"Ready?"

He stared at my chest, mesmerized by the sight of my 
small breasts. Coughing to cover his embarrassment at 
being caught, he said "I guess." I grabbed his hand and 
yelled "Come on then!" dragging him toward the water. I 
waded in and he followed, getting into the spirit of 
the occasion and pulling on my ankle, trying to dunk 
me. We splashed and played for a few minutes in the 
cold water, dunking each other at will. Tired and 
flushed with play, we got out and sat on the grass at 
the bank, dangling our toes in the water. I took off my 
underwear and wrung them out, hanging them on a branch.

"What are you doing?" he asked, blushing.

"Can't ride home with a wet butt, can I?" I replied, 
smiling at him.

"Guess not," he said and removed his, hanging them next 
to mine.

I glanced at his groin and saw his limp penis nestled 
in the hair, held up by his testicles. Much hairier 
than the last time I'd laid eyes on it, I thought it 
was beautiful.

"You grew," I said, nodding my head in the direction of 
his crotch.

"So did you," he replied, "I was beginning to wonder if 
your bumps would ever get bigger," he laughed.

"You like 'em?" I asked, lowering my eyes, very much 
aware of his gaze.

"They're pretty," he said quietly, "I like the way the 
ends tip up."

We sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts for 
awhile, enjoying our closeness.

I checked my panties and they were almost dry, so I put 
them on, shivering with the feeling of the dampness 
hitting the warmth between my legs. I pulled up my 
pants and tugged on the zipper, watching him do the 
same only two feet away. On impulse I closed the 
distance between us and stood directly in front of him, 
putting my hands on his hips. I kissed his nose and 
looked into his eyes, smiling. He kissed my forehead as 
I took his hands and slid them up my ribcage, pressing 
his palms against the sides of my breasts. I kissed him 
on the mouth then, a slow lingering kiss of love, 
without the tongue and the passion that I felt inside, 
but enough to let him know I was his if he wanted me. 
His thumbs rubbed my nipples, making me moan softly as 
they hardened from the touch. He backed away 
afterwards, shaking his head to clear it and said "Come 
on, we better go." I put on my bra and snapped it shut, 
then put on my shirt and tucked it in. Whistling for 
Domino, I prepared to ride home

***

Riding back we didn't say much, and I examined my 
emotions. I was no stranger to sex, I'd seen the calves 
born and the dogs mating since I was 6, anyone raised 
on a farm knows the basics of reproduction early in 
life. I wanted to share with Ben, but did that mean 
becoming his lover? Did I want his penis inside me, did 
I want the intimacy of the act itself, or did I want 
the nearness of him? Much more important to me was what 
he wanted, would our relationship crumble if I pushed 
myself on him and perhaps forced him to do something we 
both thought was wrong? As we rode into the yard and 
put the horses away, I decided to let things happen as 
they would, I wouldn't push or demand, I'd simply be 
available if he needed me.

We never repeated our scene at the creek, although I 
began going topless to bed, cuddling on his chest with 
my breasts against his stomach, going to sleep with his 
heartbeat in my ear. I quit locking the door to the 
bathroom as I showered, realizing I didn't mind if he 
saw me naked. He would snap his towel at my butt 
sometimes as we traded places and laugh "Gotcha!" as I 
squealed with the sting. Things were normal again, and 
I was happy.

***

Fall came, bringing harvest and school. Flush with cash 
from our chores, we went with the folks to Bismarck and 
shopped for clothes and school supplies, spending the 
day in the city and eating dinner out. No bus was 
available to give us a ride to school, so Dad said we 
could use the pickup to ride back and forth. Each 
morning as I got dressed, no longer shy with my body, 
I'd ask Ben "How do I look?" He would nod his 
acceptance of my outfit or suggest a different blouse, 
smiling "Great!" I had to admit I was dressing for him 
and not my classmates, I wasn't interested in anyone's 
opinion but his.

The cold weather started, and we usually ran the pickup 
for 10 minutes before beginning our trip. Bundling up 
in our parkas and snow boots, we shivered to keep warm 
until the heater kicked in. Evenings we'd do our 
homework at the kitchen table, watch a little TV, and 
get ready for bed. Whoever got into their bed first and 
warmed it up was the bed of choice for that night, and 
the other would bring their pillow and cuddle in, 
whispering comments about our day. I wore flannel 
pajamas most of the time without anything underneath, 
needing the body heat from him. His were cotton and he 
normally only wore the bottoms, leaving his chest bare 
for me to snuggle against.

Our pillow talk was quiet most nights, the folks were 
going to sleep in their room and we didn't like to get 
yelled at. He gradually confessed that he had missed me 
terribly, but being a man meant not showing your 
emotions and he had kept his mouth shut, swallowing his 
disappointment. It was during these conversations, a 
quiet sharing of touch and breath, perhaps a soft kiss 
or two, that I fell in love with him. I'd loved him 
before, but differently. Once I realized the extent of 
my feelings, I knew I'd be with him always. I don't 
know how many times after that I fell asleep with his 
hand curled around the curve of one or the other of my 
breasts or on my belly, his fingertips resting in my 
pubic hair.

Christmas came and we broke from school, glad for the 
break in our routine. It snowed frequently, requiring 
the use of a rope to get from the house to the barn to 
check the animals during the worst of the storms. Being 
lost outside with the possibility of freezing to death 
within shouting distance of the house was entirely 
possible and to be avoided at all costs. I got a new 
bridle for Domino and some new clothes as gifts, while 
Ben received the keys to a near-new pickup for his use.

(Editors note: Temperatures sometimes reach 40 and 50 
below zero, with the wind chills approaching 75 and 80 
below--those of you who don't believe are invited to 
visit during January.)

I noticed that Ben had developed a habit of snuggling 
with me for awhile and then getting out of bed, 
ostensibly to use the bathroom. I knew he was relieving 
the sexual tension by jerking off, sometimes I could 
hear him grunting as he climaxed. I would use the time 
alone to finger myself, getting a quickie of a shiver 
and dampening the back of my pajamas. I didn't want to 
push, but I knew that sex for us was inevitable. I had 
to be patient.

***

One night as he threw the covers back to get out of 
bed, I put my hand on his chest and said "Let me."

"Let you what?" he asked, unbelieving.

I slipped my hand under the waistband of his pj's and 
cradled his warm flesh, stroking the half-hardness and 
trailing my fingertips over his balls.

"Do it for you," I whispered, grasping him firmly and 
beginning to stroke up and down. 

"Uhh, it's liable to be messy," he hissed back

"I know, I've got some tissues," I said.

He didn't move or say no, so I grabbed his waistband 
and pulled it down, exposing his cock. He arched his 
hips and pulled them down some more, shivering as the 
cold air hit his genitals. I propped myself up on one 
elbow and stroked him firmly but gently, watching it 
swell with the attention. His tip was in view, the 
crown flared and purple looking, straining upward to 
it's full length. It didn't take long and I was treated 
to a throbbing in my hand as his cock released it's 
load on his stomach, several squirts of hot milky 
looking fluid. I continued to pump gently as he groaned 
quietly and bucked his hips, the last of it dribbling 
onto the back of my hand.

"God!" he whispered, shaking his head. I wiped the mess 
from my hand and his belly, throwing the tissues in the 
basket near the bed. I pulled up the covers and asked 
"Better now?" when I was done.

"Mmm-hmm," he sighed, wrapping his arms around me. 
Before I drifted off, the last thing I think I heard 
him say was a soft "I love you."

In the morning I made sure I took our trash out to the 
burn barrel, aware that our relationship had again 
shifted. I enjoyed making him happy, and if that was 
what it took I didn't care. I also knew that if Mom 
ever found out, there'd be hell to pay. I continued to 
jerk him off a couple of times a week, using a warm 
washcloth to wipe up the mess each time, because I 
might forget the tissues in the trash. When I took it 
from it's hiding place each night, I would rinse it out 
and get it ready for use, smiling at the thought.

It warmed in March and the rains came, washing away the 
last of the snow and creating vast amounts of mud 
everywhere. We slid off the road into the ditch one 
morning on the way to school, so we walked back to the 
house for three miles in a driving rainstorm. Dad got 
the tractor and took Ben back to pull it out, leaving 
me alone in the house with my Mother. I changed into 
dry clothes and came into the kitchen as she poured a 
cup of coffee. I grabbed a mug and followed suit, it 
was too late to go to school and I thought an 
unscheduled day off would be nice.

"You two ok?" she asked.

"Got wet, but we're fine," I assured her.

"You're in love, aren't you?" she asked, startling me.

"No, I don't think so," I replied, thinking about Ben's 
arms around me.

"You better be careful," she admonished, shaking her 
finger at me.

"I will, don't worry," I said, uncertain of what she 
meant. Did she know, had she heard us late at night? A 
sudden chill ran up my spine at the possibility, and I 
drank from my cup to hide my face.

Nothing more was said, and I helped Ben clean up the 
truck when he got back, relieved that the talk had gone 
no farther. A few days later I got the surprise of my 
life when Mom announced at breakfast that I wouldn't be 
going to school that day, I was to go with her to 
Bismarck. Dad merely nodded and smiled, drinking his 
coffee. I gave Ben a quick kiss on the cheek as he 
left, telling him "See you tonight."

Mom was silent in the car, not answering my questions 
and scaring me no end until we pulled into the parking 
lot of a clinic near the hospital.

"You have an appointment with Doctor Gerdes this 
morning, she will tell you what to do and you will do 
it, is that clear?" she asked, a menacing tone in her 
voice I had rarely heard before.

"Yes ma'am," I said, baffled by the circumstances. I 
wasn't sick, was I?

"Now go, I'll wait here for you," she said, her hands 
trembling as she lit a cigarette and stared out the 
opposite window.

I got out of the car and entered the clinic, giving my 
name and telling the receptionist I had an appointment. 
I waited in the lounge while people came and went, most 
of them obviously pregnant, some of them in the company 
of husbands, or girlfriends in the same condition. I 
filled out a form with what I knew of my medical 
history as I waited, checking the boxes that applied to 
me and leaving others blank. My name was called and I 
was ushered into a small room and told to strip. 
Putting on the tiny gown they provided, I sat on the 
edge of the examining table with my hands between my 
knees, shivering.

A woman came in with a stethoscope around her neck and 
introduced herself as the Doctor, and told me to relax.

"Are you sexually active?" she asked, bringing a flush 
to my cheeks as I hung my head and answered "No."

"Let's see what we have, then," she said, gently 
pushing me back on the table. She raised my legs and 
put my feet into something cold and metallic, spreading 
my legs. I blushed furiously red as she inserted a 
gloved finger, probing gently and mumbling something I 
didn't understand to the nurse. She took a blood sample 
and checked my blood pressure, declaring me entirely 
normal for my age.

"Do you even know why you're here?" she asked.

"My mother brought me," I said, thinking that maybe I 
knew why after all.

"Ok, you're getting a prescription for birth control 
pills," she smiled, "not unusual for someone your 
age.......you know that the pill doesn't protect you 
against sexually transmitted diseases, right?"

I nodded and she said "You can get dressed now, pick up 
the slip at the front desk and have it filled before 
you leave......you'll have to take them for one full 
cycle before you can stop using condoms, ok?" I knew 
what condoms were but had never seen one, but I nodded 
ok and she left, patting me on the arm and telling me 
"You'll be fine."

I wiped up the mess between my legs as best I could and 
got dressed, slipping on my shoes as the nurse re-
entered the room. "Follow me," she said. She led me to 
the pharmacy and I waited again, signing my name on the 
slip the pharmacist handed me and getting a small paper 
bag in exchange.

"Start them right after your next period," he said.

"Thanks," I replied, hurrying out the door and walking 
to the car.

Mom looked into the bag and nodding her head in 
approval, started the car and drove out of the lot. I 
read the directions as she drove, the radio low and Mom 
not saying a word. She slowed the car about a mile from 
the turnoff and parked on an approach, the tires 
crunching gravel. Switching off the engine, she sighed 
and lit another cigarette, rolling down her window.

"Why?" I asked to break the silence.

"Because I want you to be protected," she replied.

"You always said your pregnancy was easy for you," I 
replied.

"Yours might be too, but I don't want you to be 
pregnant unless you decide to be," she said.

"I'm not ready to do that just yet," I said, unsure if 
I was telling the truth.

"Well, I've seen the signs, if you aren't ready yet you 
will be soon," she said.

I blushed at the thought and she asked "Did you know 
you and your brother were unplanned?" she said, tears 
leaking from her eyes.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I met your Father and fell in love," she sobbed, 
shaking with her memories.

"You're still in love with him?" I asked.

"Of course, and I love the two of you, I always have, 
but it happened so fast, I was so young and unprepared. 
I don't want you going through the fear and anxiety I 
did."

"Thank you," I replied.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone, especially Ben, 
please?" she asked.

"I promise, Mom," I replied, hugging her tight. Finally 
getting a grip on her emotions, she twisted the key to 
start the car, wiping her eyes and stubbing out her 
cigarette. When we reached the yard she parked and 
looked in the mirror, wiping her eyes again and 
fluffing her hair. "Remember, not a word to anyone," 
she whispered as she hugged me.

"What do I tell Ben about where I went today?" I asked.

"The truth" she said, walking to the house.

In the hours before supper I walked around the place, 
saying hello to Domino and Dancer, feeding them an 
apple. I knew more about my mother now than ever 
before, a secret that was as unnerving as it was dark, 
a broken dream. I was very grateful she hadn't aborted 
us, knowing how easily she could have done so. I 
thought I might want babies someday, but I knew I 
couldn't handle the responsibility right now. In about 
a month I would be free to share my body with Ben if I 
liked, the consequences of the choice looming in my 
mind like a thunderhead.

Feeling very grown up, I took my first pill a week 
later when my period started, as per directions. Ben 
rubbed my belly to ease the cramps that night, as 
always concerned about me and how I felt. I told him I 
was on the pill now, getting a non-committal grunt in 
return. I decided he didn't know what that meant, how I 
thought of it as freedom for us, and didn't explain 
further.

***

The days came and went in rapid succession, spring 
planting giving way to summer heat and the joy of no 
school. We had our birthday, a sweet 16 for me with 
some of my friends, and a trip to the Pizza Parlor for 
an evening of fun. I gave Ben a sterling silver 
bracelet with a heart engraved on it later that night, 
with a soft kiss on his lips and a long hug, just to 
remind him I loved him.

I was on my third cycle of pills, but Ben and I hadn't 
progressed beyond petting and giving each other quiet 
orgasms in bed. For now that was enough, feeling his 
warm hands roaming my body and giving me pleasure 
beyond my wildest dreams. His mouth on my nipples and 
his hand between my legs were heaven on earth. Every 
once in awhile Mom would arch her eyebrows and look at 
me inquisitively, asking the obvious, 'did you do it 
yet?' I'd smile and shake my head no, getting a sigh 
and look of relief from her.

We rode to the creek one day, bringing a blanket and 
some snacks, intending to spend the day. I'd also 
packed a little surprise, a tube of lubricant jelly 
that I'd bought at the truck stop. The cashier was the 
daughter of the lady who owned it and a classmate, who 
gave me a knowing smile as I stuffed it in my purse. I 
got the blanket ready and put our things within easy 
reach, then stripped naked and dove in the water, not 
waiting for Ben. I watched from the water as he 
disrobed, his beautiful strong body becoming visible in 
sections. Wide-shouldered and slim-hipped, his cute 
little butt was a sight! The view of his penis excited 
me, and my puss gave a little twitch as I leaked. He 
dove in and swam to me, reaching to dunk me. I let him 
and swam away underwater, imagining I was a seal or 
other creature of the depths, never having to surface 
for air.

I was drying off when he returned to the blanket, 
dripping and shaking his head in my direction in an 
attempt to get me wet. I pushed him away laughing and 
picked up the sunscreen, applying it to my body. I did 
him too, even to the crack of his butt, and he finished 
my back for me when I stretched out on the ground. He 
lay beside me and held my hand as we sunned and soaked 
up the welcome heat. We turned occasionally basting the 
other side, the few puffs of breeze that touched us 
bringing on a goose bump or two.

"Hungry?" I asked, sitting up.

"Yes," he replied enthusiastically, sitting up to face 
me and crossing his legs. We ate a sandwich and drank 
from our cans, no longer crisp and cold. I stood and 
pulled him up, then waded into the water to the 
shallows, turning about hip-deep and embracing him, 
pulling him under. We surfaced and knelt in the 
lukewarm water, only inches apart, and I felt for his 
cock where I thought it would be. Warm and rubbery, it 
greeted my hand by starting to grow, twitching in my 
palm. I moved my hand and stroked him, getting little 
murmurs of appreciation while he nuzzled my neck. I 
held his head with one hand and kissed him then, as 
passionate as I could make it, using my tongue and lips 
with all I had.

His cock grew bigger in response, and I stood and 
tugged at him, urging him toward the blanket. We lay 
down and grappled with each other, all thought of 
silence and restraint gone. I moaned and whined as he 
kissed me deep and caressed my breasts and my pussy, 
stroking my clit. I pushed him away and straddled him 
on my hands and knees, kissing his mouth and chest with 
abandon, nibbling his nipples with my lips and rubbing 
my inflamed pussy on his hardness. It got slick and 
slippery very quickly as I rocked to and fro, kissing 
him and feeling his hands on my nipples, gently 
pinching. I let him know that what he was doing was 
nice by moaning loudly when he would touch an extra 
sensitive spot.

I hunched harder, trying to get the shaft of his penis 
near my clit, succeeding at last by pushing my butt 
down. Electric tingles started in my groin and I 
screamed with joy as the first one hit me, curling my 
toes and tensing my legs.

"Yeah..yeah..yeah..yeah," I moaned as I humped his 
cock, unwilling to stop without another. I kept moving 
and humping, each stroke of his rock-hard shaft rolling 
my clit and causing sparkles behind my eyes. I came 
again and so did he, squirting his come all over his 
chest and the bottom of his chin, grunting as I pounded 
him. I felt him start to shrink and slowed down, 
lowering myself onto his chest and smearing his come 
all over us. I wiggled and looked up at him, giggling 
with pride.

"I love you," I said, kissing his nose.

"I've always loved you," he said softly, giving me 
another kiss.

We rolled apart and laughed as the sticky goo of his 
come clung to us and ran down our bellies. Shrieking 
with laughter I ran to the water and jumped in, rinsing 
myself. The heat between my legs hadn't subsided at 
all, and I hoped there was more. He stumbled into the 
water as I got out, laughing and splashing himself. I 
dried off and waited for him to return, anxious to 
continue our play. He swam across and back, climbing 
out and reaching the blanket, huffing with the effort. 
I threw him his towel and stood closely, waiting to get 
my hug. He dropped the towel and wrapped his arms 
around me once more, sucking lightly on my neck.

The mood was somber for a few moments when I asked him 
"You ever?"

Shaking his head no he asked "You?" 

"Unh-uh," I replied, getting a mumbled "good" from his 
mouth as I kissed him. We lay side by side on the 
blanket, touching and exploring, getting aroused and 
ready for the moment to be right. I was wet, his 
fingers probing and spreading my juices, opening me. 
His cock was hard, the shaft straining as I held it 
tight and bent to lick it, swallowing a drop of the 
clear liquid on the tip.

I rolled onto him and dangled my breasts in his face, 
telling him "Go ahead."

"Can I?" he asked as he held one with both hands and 
brought his mouth to the nipple.

"Anything you want," I whispered, lost in the feelings 
of his mouth on my tender flesh. I came twice while he 
nursed at my nipples, rubbing my clit on his refreshed 
cock. The connection between the two felt like fire 
under my skin when he sucked hard.

I grasped his penis, reaching under me and pointing it 
in the general direction of my hole. Placing his 
cockhead just below my clit, I pushed down on it and 
squatted slightly, forcing him partway inside.

"Whhooo," he breathed, tensing up. I squatted down a 
bit more, pushing him deeper, holding it there for a 
minute to get used to his size. I looked down and saw a 
fraction of him was inside, the veins on his cock 
standing out and pulsing. I started rocking back and 
forth, urging him deeper with each stroke, waiting for 
the sting of my hymen being broken. I put one hand on 
his belly to stop him from joining me in stroking, 
telling him "Let me do it, please."

The pain I expected never came until the tip of his 
penis bumped my cervix, making me shiver. It wasn't 
really a pain either, more like sudden pressure that 
was instantly released. I glanced down again and saw 
our pubic hair matted together, nothing visible but our 
mingled hair and our bellies. I settled my hips on him, 
applying a little more weight to our joining and 
forcing him deeper, kissing him.

"Aaaaahhhhh, Ben, it feels so goooooood!" I said, 
trembling at being stretched open and filled with his 
gorgeous cock. I sat up and held his hands together, 
working my inner muscles to stimulate his length, 
squeezing and releasing, watching the emotions play 
over his face. He groaned and closed his eyes, then 
opened them and looked at me, saying "You're 
wonderful".

I teased for a few more moments and then got down to 
the serious business of fucking. I was right on the 
edge of a huge orgasm and getting impatient. I put my 
hands under his armpits on the blanket and starting 
rocking, tightening my muscles as I went down and 
loosening them as I came up. 20 or 30 strokes that way, 
then I reversed myself, milking his cock on the 
upstroke. I started to come and shrieked 
"Aaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" as it began, my hips no longer 
under my control. He began some movement of his own, 
meeting my thrusts and making our bodies slam together 
with a gushy sound. Slap.....slap....slap I heard 
dimly, almost oblivious to everything but the movement 
of his penis, filling and emptying me in cycles. My 
legs were cramping up, I couldn't breathe right, my 
face was numb and my toes felt like they were curled to 
my heels. Suddenly I felt a warm gusher inside, the 
glove of my vagina becoming instantly slipperier as he 
poured his come into me. I felt throb after throb as

 it emptied itself inside me, squeezing it to prolong 
the joy.

"Aaaaaahhh!" he yelled as the last drops dribbled out, 
his chest heaving with giant breaths.

"I did it! I made you come! " I yelled, slowing my 
thrusts, feeling him start to soften. I wriggled my 
hips in circles as my orgasms began to fade, getting a 
little 'pop' of remaining pleasure when he'd brush my 
clit.

I stopped and settled again, his warm stiffness still 
inside, and kissed him with love. Despite my best 
efforts to keep him in me, he fell out with a soft plop 
a few minutes later and rolled on his back, his forearm 
shielding his eyes. I pushed my drenched pussy against 
his hip and snuggled, putting my arm across him. I 
dozed a few minutes and woke to hear him snoring 
softly. Laughing to myself, I waded into the creek and 
rinsed, wetting a washcloth I'd brought for just this 
occasion. My pussy was sore, a pleasant ache that 
filled me from belly button to asshole, and I was 
immensely happy. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I 
walked to him.

He awoke as I cleaned him, gently swabbing his now 
flaccid cock with the cloth.

"Harunh?" he groaned, and I said "Ssshhhhh, it's only 
me." Wiping the last of it from his leg, I bent and 
kissed his penis, testing for a taste. Nothing but warm 
skin I decided, and curled next to him again. Later we 
went swimming again, ate some more and played some 
more. I got on my hands and knees like I'd seen the 
animals do and he fucked me deep from behind, making me 
come at least a half-dozen times. We got home just 
before dark, and I had to endure the knowing look I got 
from my mother. I'd made the choice, I'd have to live 
with the consequences.

We put the horses away with an extra ration of feed and 
went to our room. I waited until he was in the shower 
and joined him, squeezing my breasts against him as I 
closed the door behind me.

"No sense wasting water for two showers," I giggled as 
his eyes lit up and he hugged me. I washed him 
including the good parts, and he returned the favor, 
moving the rag over me gently in the sore spots.

"I'm sorry," he said as we dried off.

"Why?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the tub and 
drying my feet.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, looking so sad 
and forlorn I had to laugh.

"I asked for it, and thank you for giving me what I 
wanted," I replied, watching him blush.

I piled my hair into my towel, wrapping it around my 
head. I stepped next to him and pushed my belly against 
his, telling him "The ache in my pussy I relish, the 
one I love gave it to me......the one in my heart from 
being denied for so long will take longer to heal." I 
kissed him, not a wet passionate one, only the warm 
pressure of my lips, a promise of the future. Later I 
sat on the bed as he brushed my hair, savoring the 
touch and the love that went with it. He cupped my 
breasts and kissed my neck when he was done, whispering 
"I love you" over and over for the longest time. We 
never did use the jelly.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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