“Here’s your pizza,” said Cathy, one of my sister’s hotter friends.
I took the box from her. She stood there, like we weren’t finished yet. But I’d already paid for the pizza on the phone, with the credit card. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I cleverly came up with something. “I didn’t know you delivered pizza.”
“Yeah, it’s just for the summer,” she said. “To get some spending money. The tips help.”
I realized then that what she was waiting for was a tip.
“All I have is my dad’s credit card,” I said, holding out an empty hand. She looked disappointed.
“Oh. How is Alexis?”
“She’s good,” I said. “Still in a coma, but good.”
Cathy looked uncomfortable.
“You want to see her?”
“God no!” she said, looking startled.
“She’s not contagious,” I said, disturbed by her attitude. It suddenly occurred to me that none of Alexis’s friends had come to see her since we brought her home. “She’s just sleeping.”
“Yeah, but she’s like almost dead … isn’t she?”
My opinion of Cathy sank like a stone.
“No, she’s only sleeping until her brain heals enough to let her wake up. She looks normal and she might even be able to hear people talk to her. I’m sure it would brighten her day if you said hi.”
She looked startled. “Really?”
“Really. Come on in.”
“We’re not supposed to go inside customer’s houses,” she said, looking nervous.
“It’s just me,” I said. “Good, old, harmless Pencil Dick,” I said, somehow feeling like I could needle her about all those times she’d barged into the bathroom with my sister and laughed at me.
She had the grace to blush. Maybe it’s because she felt some remorse about it. Then again, having just gone through a growth spurt, I was four inches taller than the last time she’d barged in while I was taking a shower. I grinned at the thought that maybe she wasn’t so sure of herself any more.
“Just pop in, tell her hello and what’s happened to you recently. Then you can be on your way. I’ll stay right here if it makes you feel better.
“No!” she blurted. “I can’t do it alone!”
It actually took me ten more minutes to get her in Alexis’s room. She was amazed, of course, because Alexis really did look quite normal, other than not waking up even if you lit a firecracker right next to her. Then she got all maudlin about how much time had passed without her coming to see Alexis and I told her nobody ever came to see her, which made her feel worse, which is what I was trying to do, even though I couldn’t tell you why. I mean I already explained that barging in on me in the shower hadn’t actually been all that traumatic or anything.
Anyway she promised to come back and see Alexis again, and to bring some of Alexis’s other friends, and I said that maybe it would be better if they waited until my parents were home. I had visions of one of those out-of-control teenage parties erupting in the house, and my mother walking in on it and blaming me.
In any case, she left to go back to work and I went back to the computer, because now I could get stiff again because Cathy really was one of my sister’s hotter friends. I pulled up a new Fabrican story about a brother and sister who got tangled up in the same photo shoot by accident, and it was photos to show examples of sexual positions. I tried to imagine Cathy and me as the characters. My cock was no problem … stiff as a board and ready to go.
But for some reason Alexis’s face kept pushing Cathy’s away. Eventually I gave in and thought of Alexis, squatting over the boner I was stroking, saying: “Look, what if I just lodge it in there, just enough to hold it where we want it?” And then, as they took pictures, she “slipped” and sat down on me, getting a belly full of stiff prick.
I went off like a bomb. I spurted so hard that it got all over the keyboard and even on the screen. I felt like my head was going to explode. I never came that hard before. It was amazing.
The pizza was cold by the time I got back to it, but I didn’t care. It tasted wonderful. I wandered into Alexis’s room while I was munching on a piece.
“Got pizza here,” I announced. “You can’t have any.” That seemed awfully cruel. “I wish you could,” I amended. “When you wake up I’ll buy you one all for yourself.”
It was quiet in the room. I thought about making another CD so there would at least be some music, but I didn’t feel like being a DJ again. I sat down in the reading chair.
“I messed up,” I said.
And then I confessed about wanting to see her boobs, and going to the incest web sites, and reading the Fabrican incest stories and trying to beat off to Cathy, but then changing it to her.
“I know I’m a pervert,” I said sadly. “And it’s good that you’re in a coma so you don’t have to deal with it. I mean I still want you to wake up, but I don’t know what’s happened to me, or why I got this way. And I promise not to look at your boobs or anything. I can’t help my fantasies, but I promise you don’t have to be scared of me or anything.”
Of course she just lay there, not doing anything but breathing.
I checked her waste bag because I’d been putting it off. Now I almost looked forward to it, because surely that would make me think of things other than sex with my sister. It needed to be emptied, so I went and did that. Mom hadn’t said anything about checking that tube where it entered my sister’s body, so I found some self control from somewhere and left it alone.
I went to the living room and tried to watch TV, but I couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking “What if she really can hear things? I mean I just told her everything! She’ll hate me when she wakes up. She’ll scream how I’m a pervert and did perverted things and should be put in prison and everything!”
I had to explain it to her. I didn’t really understand it all myself, but I had to figure out a way to explain it to her.
An hour later, just as it began to get dark outside, I decided I’d read her some of Fabrican’s stories.
Then maybe she’d understand.
I had only read three or four of the leprechaun’s stories, but they’d all been good and easy to read, and Alexis was unconscious anyway, so I just used her computer to log onto the site. It was quiet in the room, so I didn’t have to strain my voice. I could just read at normal volume. I looked through his pages. I was surprised to find that two of the cheerleader stories I’d already read were by him. One was a really stupid one about a busload of cheerleaders all getting knocked up during a storm one night, but the other one was pretty hot and I’d beat off to it several times before. I kept looking, wanting to find a story that would make Alexis understand how powerful a fantasy can be, and why I couldn’t help but have them once in a while.
The first one I tried was called The Making Of A Cocksman. I picked it because the synopsis said the sister had a bunch of friends, and that was like Alexis and her friends. I glanced over the first couple of pages and found that the similarity ended there, though, because Alexis wasn’t like Claire, in the story. And her friends weren’t like Claire’s friends. But they did have a posse of sorts, though there wasn’t a police, really. I figured it might be a good one to explain why I had those thoughts about her.
It wasn’t quite like the comic book I’d read to her. I’d used different voices then, and sound effects and stuff like that. But I knew I couldn’t pull off sounding like a young girl getting her bell rung, so I read most of it in my normal voice, just using emphasis in places that seemed to need it.
“Okay,” I said. “I said some weird things a while ago, and I know you think I’m a pervert, but it’s not like that. Not really. I just think I’m a guy, and guys get confused about girls, and so I get confused about you too. But I found this guy who writes these stories and they get me excited and I really like reading them, and I thought that if I read a couple to you too you might understand why I said the things I said.” I looked at her. Her face was smooth and untroubled, just like before. “And the way I think about you and your friends is sort of like how this guy writes his stories. They’re all fiction, and just for fun … to think about … you know, day dream a little bit? And I did that and that’s why it sounds like I’m a pervert, even though I’d never hurt you or do anything to make you feel bad or anything like that.”
Then I read her the story. It was about a kid named Samuel, like me, and I had to tell Alexis that it wasn’t about me, but that I felt like that Sam did sometimes. It was funny in places, and I laughed. I really understood how confused Sam was sometimes. He got a lot of sex, and if all Alexis’s friends acted like that around me I’m sure I’d freak out. I just reminded myself it was all make believe.
I got hard in lots of places. I told Alexis about each one, because I thought that would help her understand that I wasn’t just an incest pervert, but got excited about regular sex too. I told her what parts I thought were really hot, and told her a couple of times that if she ever said or did anything like Claire was doing I’d freak completely out and stuff.
When I got done I was so horny that I knew I had to do something.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” I told her. I started to leave and the ridiculousness of the situation hit me. My sister was in a coma and I was going in the next room to beat off. I’d probably think about her and imagine her doing the stuff that Claire had done. While she was lying comatose in the next room … where she couldn’t see me … or probably hear me … whatever I was doing.
And if I did it there, where she was … I could look at her instead of imagining her.
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I felt weird, standing there, looking at my sister, thinking about dropping my shorts and whacking off right there beside her. But the urge was strong. I undid my belt and the button on my shorts and unzipped them, but I didn’t let them fall.
“I have this problem,” I said to her. “The stories … and you … have me so hot that I need to beat off. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the way things are. And I was going to go do it in my room, but I can’t help wanting to do it here … with you. I know it’s completely perverted, and I know you already hate me and this will just make you hate me more. I’m not telling you this to torture you. Actually, I don’t really know why I’m telling you at all.”
I waited, but of course she didn’t say anything.
“Okay … I’m going to do it now,” I warned.
I think I had some kind of twisted way of thinking about all this that said that if I told her I was going to, and she didn’t complain, then it was okay to do it. I mean any idiot would see the problems with that way of thinking, under the circumstances, but I was really freaking out so maybe that’s why I thought about things in a fucked up way.
Then I dropped my pants … only to find that my cock had wilted.
“Well fuck me,” I said softly. I looked up at her. “It got soft! I can’t do it!”
A pain in my back woke me up. I was still sitting in the special reading chair in Alexis’s room, where I had sat down after my abortive attempt to beat off while looking at her, confused about things. Eventually I apologized to her again for being a pervert, and then just started talking about things in our past, kind of re-living our childhood in words. I told her things she had done that I laughed about, and things that had made me mad. I told her about things I’d done to her to make her mad. I talked about vacations we had taken, and stuff that had happened on them. One of my favorite memories was of her and me in the way-back of the station wagon on long trips, with stuff packed all around us while we were lying there supposed to be sleeping. Our parents traded off driving on long trips, and we went non stop so there wouldn’t be motel bills. At night, lying back there, it was a magical world with the only lights coming from passing cars or the infrequent town. Towns were best, because the lights flashed by in reds and blues and greens from the neon signs, mixed with the white of street lights and other white lights. Then it would be dark again and a little spooky. If my dad was driving the radio was on to a country station. If it was my mom, there was rock and roll playing. And the only person to share these things with was my sister, lying next to me. They were really good memories, and I told her that.
I got up. Nothing had changed with Alexis, of course, but I told her I’d fallen asleep in the chair, and was going to bed. I leaned over and kissed her cheek and smelled her hair.
“I really do love you,” I said softly.
Then I went to bed.
The next morning I remembered my mother’s last exhortation: “Don’t forget her exercises!”
Alexis was supposed to be rolled over once or twice a day and her skin massaged so she wouldn’t get bed sores. Then my mom (usually) would work her arms and legs, bending them and flexing them so that the muscles got some use and movement and didn’t shrink down. Mom called this “Alexis’s exercises” and I’d forgotten all about them.
So I got something to eat and then went in and apologized to her for forgetting. I rolled her on her right side, which was awkward because her right arm got under her and she wanted to keep rolling, or fall back. She ended up on her stomach, with tubes stretched places. I turned her head sideways and messed up her hair in the process. There was some special lotion from the pharmacy on the night stand, so I got that. I’d never done this before or watched Mom do it. I’d seen the exercises, but not the massage.
I soon realized that was because Alexis’s PJs had to be removed to do it properly. Naturally, my mother wouldn’t do that in front of me.
I thought about this for a while. I wanted to take her PJs off - there was no doubt about that. My cock was stiff as a board just from the thought. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that either, even though I had an excuse and everything. So I just lifted the material of the top and slid my lotion-covered hand up inside, rubbing all over her back.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, of course. My hand slid all over her back, slippery with the lotion. Her back felt like it was on fire, it was so hot. I imagined her saying “Feels good,” but of course it was only in my imagination.
Then I contemplated the rest of her … the back of her legs … and her butt.
Before I knew it I had the bottoms pulled down as far as I could make them go, and was watching my greasy hand slide all over her naked butt. I felt like I was going to explode and my cock actually hurt!
“This is not good,” I gasped. “Your butt is way too fine for me to be doing this!”
I forced my hand to go down below those delicious globes and massage the backs of her thighs. I couldn’t get to her calves from that direction, so I pulled her bottoms back up and pushed the legs up. It was even fun rubbing her calves!
I knew she was supposed to lie on something other than her back for a few minutes, so I left her that way. My earlier guilt about beating off in front of her was miraculously gone and I had no trouble dropping trou this time. I grasped my hard prick and began stroking.
“I’m sorry,” I panted. “I bet there are a hundred guys who would kill to do what I just did. And I was supposed to do it, so you can’t be mad. And don’t be mad about me whacking off to you either. It’s so hard that if I don’t do this it might break off.” I looked at my sister’s face, still composed, her hair half hiding her mouth. “Sleeping Beauty … you’re so beautiful,” I moaned.
Then I spurted.
I hadn’t exactly planned this, so I didn’t have a tissue or anything else to catch my spooge. It was yucky, but my other hand had to do. It felt really good to get that release, though, so I didn’t care. I was groaning and making all manner of noises that probably made it sound like I was dying, so I gasped out what was happening so she wouldn’t worry.
Then, of course … I felt stupid. There was a lot of that going around lately.
I went and washed my hands and came back and rolled her back over. Then I faithfully worked her arms for five minutes. Working with her legs was different. I lifted each one and bent the knee, pushing it up to her chest and then straightening the leg again. I did that ten times with one leg before going to the next. I did three cycles of that, probably because I stared right at the crotch of her PJs the whole time. It wasn’t exactly sexual thoughts on my mind - I had just cum, after all - but rather curiosity about what a girl’s pussy might look like when her legs were moving and things were being stretched out of shape, so to speak. I mean did the slit get all crooked or something? I imagined it looking like a lightning bolt, but was pretty sure that was impossible. Then I thought of it being twisted sideways, like the old joke about what an Oriental woman’s pussy looks like. In Sex Ed class they said that research showed that a teenage boy thinks about sex about seventy times an hour. I had never believed that before. Most of us thought that was a lie that was supposed to convince the girls to be careful.
Now I wasn’t so sure that was bogus.
I finished up and straightened her all out again. Her boobs were right there under those PJs, and it was really tempting. Just in case she could hear, I told her about it, and that I was resisting. Instead I went and got her brush and brushed her hair. That didn’t work very well. I wondered if it was okay to sit her up. I’d never seen anybody do that. I figured out why when I tried to get her to sit up. She was as limp as a wet dishrag, and tended to slump sideways like she was made of warm Jell-O. I ended up going to get all the pillows in the house and propping them around her to get her upper torso in a position where I could get to her hair from the back.
The only way I could do that, though, was to climb up on the bed behind her. I did that and joked about how we were in bed together. Then I brushed her hair. I counted the strokes out loud, so she’d know I did a hundred.
I got her all situated again, but left the pillows in her room so I could do that again later. All I could think about was her boobs, which I complained about. Then I went outside and ran around the house until I was sweating. I got something to eat, but was still thinking about her boobs.
So I went and read her another story.
I chose " My Brother" this time, for the obvious reasons. The roles were reversed of course, and he was conscious and could react to things, but she was taking care of her brother, like I was taking care of my sister. There was even a massage in there. I read the whole thing through and, when I was done, was hard again.
“You’d never do that,” I said as I opened my pants, still sitting on the chair by her computer. “I mean climb on top of me and put me in you.” I started jacking. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that, but it might be nice if it was your hand doing this instead of mine.” I stroked some more and it occurred to me that she couldn’t see anything. “I’m beating off,” I informed her. “It would be cool if that didn’t make you mad.” I started reading the part about her waking up in bed with him and wanting to suck his dick. “You wouldn’t do that either,” I panted. “I can’t imagine what that must be like … your lips … those soft lips … wrapped around my cock.”
I spurted, again unprepared for it. I was going to have to get a box of tissues in there. Then I saw there was already a box on the nightstand, right beside her massage lotion, and felt stupid.
You know how they say video games can be addictive? Like you want to keep playing just a few minutes longer, or you aren’t quite to a breaking point, so you just keep going? I think it got like that with me being around Alexis. I know that sounds stupid, but every time I left her room all I thought about was what I was going to do the next time I went back in. It was insane, but I was trying to think of ways to entertain her, like she really could hear me. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t think she could hear me. I didn’t think all that stuff about people in a coma being trapped inside their mind was true at all. But she was alive, and she was my sister, and I knew if it was me I’d be bored out of my head. I thought briefly about how maybe that was the cure for comas. Bore them out of the heads they were trapped in. Then I realized that was stupid because most coma patients are left to be bored, and most of them don’t recover.
I made up more CDs and played them for her. Because I was afraid I’d turn into some kind of sex freak, I read her things other than Mr. Fabrican’s erotica, like more comic books, and some Reader’s Digests I found lying around the house. Those were actually kind of fascinating. They had good jokes in them too.
But through it all, I kept getting turned on. It didn’t help when Cathy actually did come back to visit, and brought three of Alexis’s other friends with her. That only lasted about ten minutes though, because it was too weird to stand there looking at Alexis, trying to talk to her and getting nothing back. The reason it didn’t help me was because Judy was wearing a halter top that showed a lot of cleavage, and Sherry had on shorts with so many holes in them I knew she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. I also learned she had a tattoo on her butt that I’d never heard about before. I don’t know what it was, but it has green and blue in it.
So when they left I read Alexis Peeking At Sister’s Tattoo, which turned out to be another story that had some things in common with me and my situation.
First of all, there was a boy who liked to peek at his sister’s hot friends during sleepovers. That was me and I admitted it to Alexis for the first time. Then those girls wanted to see Joey’s dick, which her friends did to me. Of course what happened after they saw his dick wasn’t even in the same universe I was in, but it was hot to think about Sherry dropping her shorts to show me her tattoo and me climbing on top of her naked body while she ooohed and ahhhhed about how good I was fucking her. And then doing Judy and Cathy and Regina too. Regina was the other girl who had come to visit Alexis and she looked a lot like one of the girls in the story.
And of course I hauled out my cock and jerked off, telling Alexis I was fucking her friends, and then telling her I was turning to her and she was complaining that I couldn’t because I was her brother, but let me climb on top of her anyway. I really got into it.
“We’re doing it,” I gasped. “You and me, Alexis … right there on the bed … and your arms are around me and I can feel your tits on my chest and I’m in you and you like it. You’re telling me not to stop. Shit! Alexis! I love this. I love you. Oh shit I’m gonna shoot! I’m shooting off in your pussy! Shooting in my sister’s pussy!”
I felt bad afterwards, but not as bad as I thought I should feel. Still, I apologized to her and told her again I’d never hurt her and she didn’t have to worry about me trying to rape her or anything while she was in a coma because it was all just a fantasy. I was in a pretty bad way, and I finished with what I hoped she’d remember if she could hear me, which I hoped she couldn’t.
“I promise!” I said. “I wouldn’t really do it. Please don’t hate me.”
I left her alone then, in peace. I washed a load of clothes, which included the pair of her PJs that my mother had apparently taken off of her just before she left. It never occurred to me that somebody would need to change Alexis’s clothes for her. I felt bad for not having paid more attention to my sister’s situation. It was too easy to just forget about her.
Or it had been. I was pretty sure I’d never forget about her from now on. She was all I could think of. I was obsessed. If she could hear me, she knew I was a hopeless pervert. If she couldn’t it didn’t matter, because I knew I was a hopeless pervert. So in that way kids try to do sometimes, I tried to cover all the bases, even though it didn’t make sense.
Sometimes I made sure to talk about anything except sex. I even watched the news on TV so I could tell her about the stories I heard. I thought about bringing the TV into her room and leaving it on, but decided if she could actually hear anything it would probably rot her brain. During the day there wasn’t anything on that was even worth throwing a brick at. I brought my food into her room to eat it, and talked to her while I was doing that. I folded the clothes on the end of her bed. I even vacuumed the room.
But the pull to think sexually about her was too strong, especially when I massaged her back to keep away the bed sores. And I always went back to reading her a dirty story about some brother porking his sister. By the third day I was pretty well convinced nothing could cure me. I was also convinced that, if Alexis really could hear anything, and ever woke up, my life was over.
So I kind of accepted that. I even told her about it.
“Look,” I said. “The deal is that I’m hot for my own sister. I’m hot for other women too. It’s not like incest is the only thing I think about, but I do think about it. And if that makes you want to puke I understand. Actually, I wish you would puke, because that would mean you’re awake, and it’s killing me that you can’t do anything. You’re a cool sister, and you deserve to be able to have fun and talk to your friends, even if it means you never say anything to your pervert brother again in your whole life. And if you wake up and get a gun I won’t blame you for shooting me, okay? But the fact is that’s the way I am and I’m can’t change it, so I’m not going to try to from now on, okay?”
And then I sat down and read her a really long Fabrican story called A Haunting Love, and even though it had nothing to do with the situation Alexis and I were in, there were places where it explained how Robby felt about his sister, Debbie, and I told Alexis that was kind of how I felt about her, and that I loved her like Robby loved his sister.
I didn’t beat off during that story. I told her I wasn’t going to.
But when I went to my room I did.
On the fourth day I was putting away the laundry and I didn’t know where to put her clean PJs, so I went through the drawers in her room. All her clothes were still in there. Mom hadn’t gotten rid of anything, probably hoping that when Alexis woke up she’d just get up and get dressed and be normal. Her panties and bras were interesting. There was also a thing she’d worn during sleepovers that was sexy and filmy and didn’t cover much of her body. I don’t think it was supposed to. She usually wore a robe over it when she was outside her room, but she’d had it on one night when they raided the bathroom while I was taking a shower.
I thought about putting it on her for about five seconds. Then I wondered if maybe I should just change her PJs so she had clean ones on. I knew it was just an excuse to see her boobs, though, and I knew if Mom came home and found her in other PJs than she’d left her in, that she might start asking questions I didn’t want her asking. I went over to Alexis’s bed and examined the collar of her PJs. It was kind of dark and oily looking, like my shirts got when I wore them two or three days in a row. So she really needed a change. I mean she’d be more comfortable if her PJs were clean … right? But I knew if I did that I’d have to change her back into the original ones before Mom came home.
As if my mother could hear what I was thinking, she chose that moment to call.
“How’s it going?” she asked.
“Fine,” I said.
“No problems?”
“I guess not,” I said.
“You are taking care of your sister, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am!” I was miffed that she didn’t trust me.
“Have you been giving her her exercises?”
“Yes, Mom,” I moaned. “I even turn her every day and put that lotion on her back.”
“You do?” My mother sounded suddenly interested.
“Well you do … don’t you?” I was pretty sure she did.
“Well … yes,” she admitted. “All over her back?”
“Well of course,” I said. “Isn’t that the whole point?”
“Yes, of course, Dear. I just didn’t think you’d touch your sister’s …” She didn’t finish that. Instead she said “I’m proud of you, Samuel. You’ve … I mean … I’m just proud of you, that’s all. You’re taking this better than I thought you would.”
“She’s my sister,” I said, feeling guilty about all the things my mother wouldn’t be proud of me for, if she knew about them. “She got a raw deal.”
“Well I’m proud of you,” she said again. “I’m going to stay another two or three days for sure. Betty is doing fine, but she’s still very tired. Do you need anything?”
“No, Dad gave me his credit card number.”
“Why? I left you cash in the freezer,” she said.
“What?” That didn’t make any sense at all.
“I left you cash for food in the freezer,” she said patiently.
“In the freezer?”
“Of course,” she said. “That’s the safest place to hide it. Even that congressman person knew that, Sam.”
“The one who got caught with stacks of cash in his freezer?” I asked sarcastically. Maybe being crazy was genetic and I could blame everything on my mother.
She ignored the sarcasm. “That’s where it is, Sam. Don’t use your father’s credit card. We’re trying to pay that off.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, ready for the conversation to be over.
“And be nice to your sister.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I parroted.
“Give her good massages, Sam. I know she likes those. I can just tell. They break up the monotony and they’re good for her. And don’t skimp on the exercises.”
“I love you, Mom,” I said into the phone, “but you’re breaking up.” I started making scratchy static noises with my voice.
“Yeah, right,” she said. “Try and have some fun, Sam. It sounds like you need it.”
She hung up and it sounded kind of fast, like she was trying to beat me to it. She was okay for a mom, but moms always worry too much.
Well most moms. This one actually had something to worry about, even if she didn’t know it. Her son was a pervert and she’d told him to give extra good massages to the girl he was perverted about.
I felt like something had changed after that phone call somehow. Maybe it was because my mother, who usually had eyes on all four sides of her head, hadn’t magically known I was abusing her daughter. Well, not her daughter actually. I’m not counting mental abuse. But I hadn’t actually touched Alexis like I dreamed about touching her. It was myself I was touching and abusing.
Anyway, the fact that she hadn’t magically known about what I was doing, and the fact that she hadn’t gone off like a skyrocket upon my admission that I had rubbed lotion into all of Alexis’s backside didn’t lead me to be less concerned about getting caught for what I was doing. I just got more devious instead.
Basically I came up with the convoluted plan that involved changing Alexis’s PJs (they really needed to be changed, after all) and, while doing that, giving her an extra good massage and coat of lotion (which my mother had actually told me to do). What made it convoluted was that I’d have to wash the old PJs and then change her back into them before Mom got home so she wouldn’t know I’d changed them. Then I decided that not washing the old ones was the better idea, because then they’d still need washing, and it would look like she’d been wearing them all week.
What really made it convoluted was that I convinced myself this was all to make Alexis feel more comfortable.
“I’m not doing this just to see your boobs,” I said to my sister. She didn’t say anything back, of course, but I could imagine what she would say if she could. “Okay,” I admitted. “Maybe that’s a big part of it, but I really do care that you’re comfortable. And I’m not going to perv out on you while I’m giving you a massage. I’m just going to give you a good massage.”
With that I unbuttoned the front of her PJ top. Bare, pale skin was revealed, lying between the still-covered breasts I wanted so desperately to see. I stood up. Other than talking to her, and telling her about my perverted fantasies, I hadn’t really done anything to her. I felt pretty good about that, seeing as how she was helpless. I mean I wasn’t a total jerk, you know? But now I was about to change all that, and it bothered me, because it was a line I couldn’t step back across once I’d done it. At the same time I really believedthat she’d be more comfortable in clean PJs. I knew I believed that because I wanted to believe it, but be that as it may, it felt genuine.
“Maybe I can do this with my eyes closed,” I said. “At least until you’re lying on your front.”
So I closed my eyes and spread the sides of her top aside …
And promptly peeked through slitted eyes. I was hopeless.
“Wow,” I said softly, opening my eyes wide as I stared at two mounds of rounded flesh, capped by nipples almost exactly the same color as the skin they were lying on. “Sorry,” I said, still staring. “I wasn’t too good at keeping my eyes closed.” The breasts I was gazing at rose and fell slowly. “Damn, Alexis,” I sighed. “They’re gorgeous! I had no idea! I mean I knew they’d be beautiful and that I’d like them, but they’re perfect! They’re better than anything I’ve seen online.”
I didn’t touch them, of course. I mean just seeing them exceeded my former wildest dreams, and touching them would have ruined their perfection somehow.
“I’m serious, girl,” I said. “Some day you’re going to own some guy because of those things.”
I sat her up, pulling her upper body upright by putting one of my hands behind her neck. The PJs practically fell off her slumped shoulders. That’s when I realized the flaw in my plan. The feeding tube was stuck in her arm, and the left arm of the PJs was around it. How did Mom change them? Surely she didn’t pull the needle out and then stick it back in. If she did that then I was screwed, because there was no way I was going to do that. I laid her back down so I could look at the PJs closer. When I let her down a little too quick her breasts wobbled a little bit. I realized my cock was iron hard. She looked so beautiful, lying there topless.
I examined the arm of her PJs and found that Mom had cunningly separated the seam and sewn Velcro into it. All I had to do was pull the Velcro apart and the top was loose.
That led me to think about removing her bottoms. I was pretty sure lighting would strike me if I did that, but I was going to do it anyway.
“I promise to keep my eyes closed this time,” I told her.
I had to reach underneath her and grip the waistband to get the bottoms over her buns. I discovered a Velcro seam on the side, which opened up to deal with her catheter thing. Once that was open they started to slide pretty easy. I closed my eyes tightly and pulled until I felt the cloth reach her ankles. Getting it off her limp feet was easy. I dropped the bottoms on the floor. I felt my way up the bed and reached for her, peeking through slit eyes again, but no more than that. My right hand landed on her hip in such a way that my arm hid what I was trying not to look at. My left hand gripped her left shoulder. When I pulled, she rolled like she didn’t weigh much. Her feeding tube was in her left arm, and the catheter was wrapped around and over the back of her left leg, but they weren’t tight, so I left them alone.
There, in front of me, was my naked sister, lying on her stomach, almost like she was sunbathing in the nude. I adjusted her head so her face wasn’t half buried.
“I didn’t look,” I said, feeling inordinately proud of myself.
I spent over an hour rubbing that lotion into the skin on my sister’s back. I didn’t stop until my hands started to hurt from all the squeezing and manipulating I did. I even worked on her feet. While she was like that I also brushed her hair. It was getting a little oily, but I wasn’t up to trying to wash it. Even oily it smelled good to me. And I was pretty proud, because out of that hour I only spent maybe ten minutes on her butt. The temptation to slide my hands places they shouldn’t be was there, but I overcame that pretty easily. I admit I did go down on her sides far enough that I now knew what the sides of a girl’s breasts felt like. Just barely, though. And when I was doing her feet I didn’t spread her legs and try to get a look down there either. I wanted to have some kind of argument that I wasn’t a complete and total pervert.
It wasn’t until I got ready to turn her back over and put on her clean PJs that I realized the hard part was before me. There was no way I could do all that with my eyes closed. And I was going to see stuff. I figured I’d better warn her. If I had earned any good will, I wanted to keep it.
“You ready to get your clean PJs on?” I asked brightly. “Um … I guess when I help you with that … I won’t be able to avoid seeing you,” I said. “I’m not doing this on purpose or anything. Just remember that.”
I rolled her onto her back and when her head flopped to her left, I left it there. That’s because I was staring, and this time I was staring at everything. The hair where her legs met was exactly the same color as the hair I had just brushed. But the texture couldn’t have been more different. She had fine, straight hair on her head, and had sometimes complained that she couldn’t do anything with it because it was so limp and fine. Her pussy hair looked like somebody had rubbed a balloon on it, and static electricity had made it all stand up. It was wild and kinky and stuck up all over the place. It wasn’t that there was so much of it … but what there was all seemed to be trying to shoot off into space or something.
“Wow,” I said again. “You’re killing me,” I moaned. “Do you have time for a story? Because I need to read one and beat off or I’m going to explode.
I imagined her voice saying “Go ahead, pervert,” but it didn’t sound quite as snotty as I would have expected. I hobbled over to her computer, bent over because my prick was caught in my underwear and it hurt a little bit. I undid everything and slid my shorts down before I sat down. The site was still active on her computer - all I’d done was minimize it - and I started looking through stories. I didn’t want a long one this time. The first one I came to that was short was called Familiarity Breeds Sister, which sounded ominous, somehow. It was bad enough that I had ogled her and had fantasies about sucking those succulent nipples and fucking the slit below all that kinky hair. Dreaming about getting her pregnant was definitely a no-no. So I passed that one up and kept looking.
I saw one that was titled It’s Only Incest If …
That didn’t sound too bad. Maybe there were rules to this incest thing, and I hadn’t actually broken them yet. I clicked on that story.
I should have known better. This Fabrican guy liked to write about people named Bobby. It didn’t help at all. In fact it made things worse, because it was clear that this Bobby’s sister didn’t care what incest was. Terri, the girl in the story, just wanted to feel things. Like me. Maybe like Alexis. If she was conscious. My mind told me I was crazy, because if I tried any of the things Bobby did with Terri, I knew Alexis would kill me. And yet I had done some of them. Looking, for instance. And a little touching. And the kisses I’d given her on the cheek weren’t the kind I’d have given her on the cheek if she was awake. Hell, I would never kiss Alexis on the cheek if she was awake. Or I wouldn’t have before the accident. This was very confusing.
And in the story that Bobby resisted, like I was trying to do, but there were “accidents” that caused things to happen. It was easy to think of Alexis and me … having … accidents.
I was jerking like crazy, slicking my hand up and down my hard cock almost as fast as I could, looking at the words on the screen and seeing Alexis and me in my mind.
“Oh damn,” I groaned, as I felt it coming. “I’m sorry.” I felt like crying, because I knew that when I came I’d look at my naked sister. I’d look at her breasts. I’d look at her pussy. And I’d imagine spunking her, like the other Bobby was spunking Terri in the story. And I knew it was wrong to want to do that. “Oh Alexis,” I cried out.
I turned my body on the chair. I didn’t have a tissue, so I was going to use my hand again, because I wasn’t stopping to get one now. My eyes lit on that puff of hair, and slid up over her flat stomach to the mounds of her breasts. I was glad her head was turned away from me because …
Wait.
Her head wasn’t turned away from me.
I froze all over, which was excruciating, because I was right on the verge of spurting and when I froze I squeezed, and there was this terrible kind of strangely delicious pain in my prick.
She had turned her head. I was sure of it, because I had been glad her face was away from mine while I looked at her. I was positive of it.
Then her eyelids flicked upwards and her brown black eyes were staring right at me….. …….!
END
Whole New Storyline evoles an innocent virgin growing up…Soooo Shiok Ahhhhhhhhh…….
Megan and her father, Buck, lived happily in Muar, a sleepy little kampong in Johor Bahru, where her daddy worked in the Palm Oil factory. He drove a big truck that delivered Palm Oil.
Megan had just turned 16 when her daddy got laid off and had to go to become an independent trucker to pay the bills and keep his truck. Now he had to find his own loads, and would be gone from home for as much as a month at a time. Since Megan’s mother had gone to the big city to find a job … and then never returned … he decided that the best thing to do was have Megan stay with his sister until things got figured out.
Aunt Judy, her husband, Uncle Samuel and their boy, Mark, lived in Singapore, which just plain dazzled Megan as she looked out the window of the truck her daddy was delivering her in, on this particular day.
When she finally saw the house, she sucked in a big breath. It was so beautiful and big! She didn’t notice as she sucked in that big breath that her braless titties pushed her thin blouse out tight and her nipples poked through the cloth almost like it wasn’t there.
Her daddy noticed though. He sighed. His daughter sure turned him on. It was a good thing he was going out on the road, because lately, as he jacked his big cock off, he thought more and more about how perfectly wonderful it would feel to be in her nice warm virgin pussy when his prick started spurting baby makers.
Another part of his sigh was because he knew that, living with his sister, she’d be introduced to all sorts of city things, one of which was probably going to be sex. But there wasn’t much he could do about it. Nature had been introducing sixteen-year-old girls to sex for hundreds of thousands of years. All he could do was keep looking for a job where he could stay home and get them back into the kampong where they belonged.
Megan’s father wasn’t the only one who noticed her as a woman either.
Uncle Sam and Mark noticed what a fox Megan was when she got into the house. Both of them looked at her short stacked body and her pretty face with its halo of fluffy brownish black hair and felt their dicks tighten. Aunt Judy saw the look on her husband’s face and examined the girl closely. Within seconds she arrived at the conclusion that, if she weren’t firmly heterosexual, she might go for the delicious looking little slice of femininity herself. She resolved to fuck Sam’s brains out that very night. She didn’t think it would be a good idea for him to be very horny at all, with this prettily packaged pulchritude in the house.
She would have to worry about Mark later.
Meanwhile she welcomed Megan happily. It would be nice to have another female around the house. Maybe the boys would behave a little better too.
She should have worried about Mark then, not later. Being a normal, red-blooded boy, as soon as he saw his gorgeous cousin he started thinking about ways to get his prick in her. He had only lost his virginity two weeks earlier, when Alexis had finally spread her legs for him, and ever since then jacking off just hadn’t been the thrill it used to be. He offered to take Megan to her new room and get her settled in. Soon they were alone and he quickly found out how innocent she was, and how trusting too.
It wasn’t that he was a prick. He just had one. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about her. He just thought with his little head, like so many males before him.
As he showed her the bathroom they’d share, she exclaimed about how modern everything was. she was especially excited about the shower, as they didn’t have one back in the kampong wherever it was she said she was from. He got an idea.
“Yeah, that’s the shower we put in to save water. Water’s real expensive here in the city. In fact, my parents said you and I might have to take showers together … to save on water and all.”
That didn’t faze Megan. Back home when she wanted a bath she just put a few buckets of water in the old copper tub in one corner of the kitchen. Then she stripped down and stood in it, dipping a washcloth in the water and washing her body. Her daddy saw her doing that all the time, so she didn’t think it was odd that her 17 year old cousin might see her naked too.
“Okay,” she said brightly. “I can’t wait to feel that water. It’ll be sort of like a waterfall. Can we take a shower tonight?”
Mark couldn’t believe his luck. “Sure, but don’t mention it to the parents. They’re kind of embarrassed about being poor and all. I’ll let you know when it’s time, okay?”
She nodded and kept exclaiming about how nice everything was, and how big her room was and how fancy things were. She told him what her life was like back home in the kampong, and asked him a ton of questions. Mark realized she was a lot of fun to be around, because she was so innocent, and hadn’t learned yet how to be snarky or mean. She didn’t tease him, like most girls did, and she was actually interested in what he thought about things. He even felt just a little bad about running his scam on her, because he’d actually like having her around even if they never actually got to take a shower together.
But that night, during supper, when his parents said they were going out to play mahjong for the evening, and would be home late, and for the kids to get to bed on time, his little head heard all that and jumped to attention. He had never paid that much attention to when their mahjong night was, and when they played mahjong. He was going to have to pay attention, because those nights were going to become bath nights!
Later, after his parents had left, Mark went to the living room where Megan was watching a cable program she had never seen before.
“Hey, I guess it’s bath time,” he said, using a voice that he hoped sounded normal, if not bored.
“Okay,” she said as she hopped up. She was wearing the shorts and blouse she’d arrived in, and was barefoot. She followed him to their bathroom and watched as he turned on the water. Then he stood back and slowly started taking his shirt off. Megan couldn’t wait to get in the water, so she quickly unbuttoned and dropped her blouse, and then unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped her shorts.
All she had on now was a pair of pale blue panties. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of those and pushed them down, over her tanned legs to her ankles. Then she stood up, lifted one foot out and kicked them off the other foot. Her eyes lifted to her cousin to see if he was ready too.
Mark couldn’t believe it. His sexy cousin was naked in front of him. When she’d dropped her blouse he froze. Her breasts were fabulous. they weren’t huge or anything, but were nice round orbs with pinkish nipples. Then he saw her undoing her shorts and felt blood rushing to his face. When she kicked off her panties he got a good look at a sparse covering of fluffy, black hair above two pouting pussy lips that were pressed tightly together, as though they were the doors to a bank vault, guarding a fabulous treasure. The fact that she was completely unashamed to be naked in front of him made him nervous. That and the fact that his still covered penis was now as hard as stone.
“Hurry up,” she said, shifting from one foot to the other and darting longing glances at the running water.
“Go ahead and get in,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
She jumped into the shower and he heard her squeal as the water poured over her body. “This is fun!” she yelled, as he finally pried his pants off his swollen cock. It was so hard it was pointing up at the ceiling, and it was already leaking precum. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and got in with Megan.
It was a fairly tight fit. It was a 48" shower, which is big for one person, but really cozy for two. He bumped into her immediately and she turned to face him with a big smile on her face. “This is fun!” she said again, her breasts pushing against his arm. She didn’t look down at his rampant penis.
Mark got another idea.
“Yeah, it’s really nice. Kind of crowded though. I can’t reach all of me with the soap. We’ll have to wash each other. Here … turn around and I’ll do your back.” he said.
Megan dutifully turned and he rubbed the soap across her shoulders, spreading the lather to her arms and down her back. He let his hands slip onto her buttocks, holding his breath, but she didn’t object. In fact she said “Mmmm that feels nice. This soap smells so good too.” Instead of chancing that she wouldn’t turn around, he just re-soaped his hands and slid them around her waist under her arms until his hands were on her stomach. He rubbed them in little circles and sighed as she raised her arms away from her body to give him more room. Going for the gusto, he let his hands slide up to cup her breasts, and then ran them back down her sides. When she didn’t object to that he did it again, this time letting his hands slide across her breasts.
She turned around and said “I suppose I shouldn’t let you touch me there.” she said, sounding a little regretful.
“Why not? Didn’t you like it?” said her horny cousin.
“Yeah, it felt real nice, but Daddy says that boys just want to put a baby in my tummy, and for me not to let them do that.”
“Gee, all I did was touch your boobs a little,” he said, trying to sound hurt. “And just to get them clean. If you feel that way why did you even get naked in front of me?”
“Oh!” she said, looking at him with wide eyes. “Cause you’re family. Don’t you all do that here in the city? In the kampong we don’t set much store by covering up just to cover up. As long as it’s just family then it doesn’t matter. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.” she moaned.
“No no, it’s okay,” he soothed her with his hands on her waist. “We’re like that in this house too, though some people around here aren’t. I mean you shouldn’t run around buck naked - my mom would have a fit - but it’s okay to do this.” He hoped she bought it.
“Well … if you’re sure.” she said, looking doubtful. “And you don’t want to make me pregnant?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t do that,” he said solemnly. Not unless I asked you first and you said it was okay." Then he went on to get her mind off that. “So you want to wash me?”
She said she would and he handed her the soap. Then he held his hands up over his head and turned his back to her. She mimicked his actions, doing his shoulders and buttocks and then sliding her hands around to his stomach and up over his chest. His prong was standing proud and tall and he just ached to feel her hands on it. He took her hands and pushed them down to his pubic hair. “You can wash me there too.” he said. He felt her fingers exploring, finding his rod and moving along it to feel its extent. He heard her gasp.
“You’re all hard down there,” she said in a hushed voice. “I thought you said you didn’t want to get me pregnant.”
“Oh, I don’t. I mean I wouldn’t mind and all, because you’re really pretty and everything. That’s why it’s hard, because you’re pretty. But I don’t mean to do anything with it. It does feel awful nice when you wash it though. Could you maybe wash it some more?”
He turned around and now she did look down. Her eyes got big. “Wow, that’s just like my Daddy’s,” she said.
“You’ve seen your daddy’s dick?” he said, sounding like he didn’t really believe it.
“Oh yeah, sometimes, like when he’s taking a bath, or changing clothes or something like that. I told you we don’t cover up much. But his is almost always hard like that. He showed me that one time, when he was talking about what boys like to do, so I’d know about that stuff.”
“Oh,” he said, sighing as her hand closed over his cock and she washed it by moving her hand back and forth along its length. “Yeah, do that … just like that … Oh Megan that feels so nice … keep washin’ … Oh yeah… like that!”
His cock spat a stream of semen, which splatted right on the hair above Megan’s pussy and dripped down onto those tightly closed lips. Seeing that Mark let out a grunt and shot two more spurts as quickly as he could, hoping to hit the same place. He got it again once, but then her hand brought it upward as she felt the heat of it on her body and looked to see what was happening. His last strong spurt arched up and onto her left breast before the cascading water washed it off.
“Wow!” she said. “Was that your baby juice?”
“He slumped and nodded. “Yeah, sometimes it comes out like that when I wash my cock really good, like you did. Wah,so Shiok, so song and that felt good. Thanks, Megan. You sure you don’t want me to wash the rest of you?” he finished hopefully.
She stared at his shrinking penis and rubbed her hand through her now slippery mons. “Maybe next time,” she said, only half thinking about what she was saying. His stuff felt slippery and good on her skin. She slid one of her slippery fingers between those tightly closed lips, as if she was washing herself there, and used his slippery stuff like it was soap. It made her shiver. She knew a little about sex, but hadn’t really thought about it much. There weren’t any boys in the kampong that she was interested in. Not in that way. She looked up to see Mark staring at her finger as it slid back and forth between her legs. His mouth was open. “You really think I’m pretty?” she asked, turning in the water to let it wash off all the soap.
“Oh yeah,” he said, his voice husky.
“Well I think you’re kind of handsome your own self.” She smiled at him.
They got out of the shower and dried off. She chatted with him, asking him all sorts of things about the school he went to, and the stores that were around and who his friends were. He answered, mostly in mono syllables, watching her naked body as she twisted and turned to get dry. By the time they were done he had another hardon.
“I reckon you weren’t lyin’,” she said, looking pointedly at his rampant prick. She smiled at him. “Maybe I am pretty.” Then she turned and, stark naked, walked out of the bathroom and to her bedroom.
Mark was too excited to go to bed. He put on some boxers, fooled around in his room for a while. His cock deflated a bit as he looked at a model car he was in the middle of building, but his mind kept going back to what had just happened. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he ended up at the door of the bedroom that had been assigned to his cousin. He knocked lightly.
“Megan?” he called softly.
The door opened and she was standing there, dressed in white panties and a T man’s wife beater undershirt. He could see her nipples through the thin white shirt.
“Yeah?” she said.
“I’m not sleepy,” he said. “Can I come in? Maybe we can talk some more.”
“Sure!” she said. “What do you want to talk about?” She turned and walked away from him. Her adolescent hips swayed back and forth and he felt his boner fill up again.
“I don’t know,” he said. He really had nothing in common with this beautiful innocent girl. “Tell me about your boyfriend.”
“I don’t have one,” she said.
“Okay, tell me about your last one.”
She shrugged. “I never had one,” she said. “Daddy said the boys around there were no account, and told me not to waste my time on them. What are the boys like around here?” she asked. She sat on the bed as she talked.
Mark knew what the boys around here wanted to do to this girl. It was the same thing he wanted to do. “Well, boys around here are pretty interested in making babies in girls like you.”
“Is that all boys think about?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I guess so.” he answered truthfully. It was hard to lie to this sweet girl. She was just too trusting.
“Is that what you think about?” she asked, looking at him interestedly.
“Well, guys around here don’t get to see beautiful girls naked all that much.” he started out. “Like I did … in the shower.” He thought she might think that was strange. “I mean they’re all richer than us, and don’t have to save water like we do.”
Megan sat further back on the bed and folded her legs up Indian style. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible through her thin white panties. Mark’s cock grew harder and started to poke his boxers out.
“I guess I just can’t help but think about it when I see a girl as pretty as you are.” he said.
Megan looked at the lump growing in his shorts. “Your thing’s getting hard again, isn’t it? Is that cause of me?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” he admitted.
Megan thought for a minute. “Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.
“Well, there’s this girl named Alexis and she and I do some stuff together.”
“Stuff?” prompted Megan.
“Yeah, you know … kiss … and sometimes she lets me touch her a little.”
“Where do you touch her?” asked Megan, intrigued now.
“Well, you know … we kiss, and I touch her boobs and then sometimes I touch her … down there.” He didn’t want to admit that he had fucked her just about crazy. He didn’t think his cute cousin would approve of that.
“I’ve never kissed a boy,” sighed Megan. “They’re all afraid of Daddy.”
Mark began to hope. “Um … I guess you could kiss me. If you just want to find out what it’s like, I mean,” he added as a disclaimer.
Megan smiled. “Really? Okay. What should I do?”
Mark’s prick firmed up almost all the way. “Well, we should lie down on the bed so we can hug while we do it. That’s the most comfortable way.” He went to the bed before she could change her mind and crawled up on it. She spun around on her butt and lay down beside him, her dark brown eyes staring into his.
“Okay. Now what?” she asked.
“Now you sort of pooch out your lips and then we kiss.” he said.
Megan made a kissing mouth and pressed them to her cousin’s lips. Hers were firm and rigid.
Mark pulled back. “Don’t make your lips so hard. Let them get soft.”
He tried again and her lips squashed under his. He couldn’t resist letting the tip of his tongue slip through her lips and lick her upper lip and teeth. She pulled back, her eyes wide.
“Are you supposed to do that? With the tongue I mean? Isn’t that nasty?”
“Did it feel nasty to you?” he asked.
“No,” she admitted. “I kind of liked it. Can we try it again?”
He just kissed her in response and soon their tongues were slithering all over each other and into each other’s mouths. This kiss lasted a long time and they were both breathing hard when they finally broke apart.
“Wow!” she panted. “That’s pretty fun. Do you like it too?”
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. His cock was iron hard now. “You want to do it some more?”
“Yeah,” she sighed.
This time he ran his hand all over her back as they kissed, and down onto her tight teen buttocks. She twitched, but didn’t pull away. He also pulled her close to him, shoving his cock into the front of her panties. It felt good to press it against her.
When they stopped to breathe they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Your thing is poking me.” she whispered.
He shoved it against her again.
“Yeah, it feels really good to do that,” he said. He slid his hand down to her butt again and squeezed it.
“You want to touch me … down there … like you do with Alexis, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do,” he admitted.
“You promise not to make a baby in me?” she asked, her breasts heaving.
“I promise,” he said immediately.
10 minutes later Megan felt like screaming. It felt like there was an invisible balloon inside her that kept getting bigger and bigger. She just knew it was going to pop and she is going to explode into a zillion pieces. But it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t anything like hurt.
Her wife beater was scrunched up above her breasts. There was a hand in her panties that wasn’t hers. Mark was sucking first her left nipple and then her right one as his finger did exactly the same things her own had done a hundred times. But his finger felt so much better than her own! It was incredible. The only problem she had was that he didn’t quite know exactly how to rub her down there, like she did.
Her hand sent to help him learn the pattern, and she bleated like a sheep as that balloon did develop a big leak. It didn’t explode, though, as she had feared. Rather, it rushed out of the balloon and washed through her body, from her pussy to her titties and back again, turning into a warm ball in her belly.
Her hips bucked and her heels dug into the bed as the sensations flowed through her, until she knew more pressure between her legs would hurt. She stopped his hand, gasping for breath, and then pulled it from her panties. She rolled to give him a long, open-mouthed kiss of both gratitude and because she just loved kissing this boy.
“Wow,” she panted.
“Yeah,” he said, a silly grin on his face.
Doing this with Megan had been completely different than his experiences with Alexis. Alexis had fought him all the way, always telling him what she shouldn’t do, and what he had to promise if she did. It had all been like a negotiation with her, almost like a transaction. To get between her legs, he’d had to give her his copy of Grand Theft Auto for PS2.
But Megan was just having fun, and it made the whole process fun for him too, even though his prick was still stiff and unsatisfied.
“Could you rub me again … like in the shower?” he croaked, hopefully.
“Sure!” said his happy cousin.
She rolled onto her bottom, and then got to her knees, starting to pull her wife beater back down to cover her breasts.
“Don’t!” he said, raising a hand. “They’re so beautiful. I’d like to look at them while you … you know.”
Her smile made something soothing leak into his prick. She reached for him and watched his face while she stroked him slowly.
“Just a little faster,” he panted. She grinned and her hand sped up.
“Oh shit,” he gasped as his cum rocketed through his penis, leaping joyfully up into the air. It wasn’t the same as shooting in Alexis, but it still felt fabulous. If he could have this once a day, he was sure he’d be completely satisfied with his life.
Megan sat back, examining the white spunk that had gotten on her hand when he went off.
“It looks a little like milk,” she said. “Except it’s got clear in it too.”
“Thank you,” he panted. “That was fantastic.”
“It was fun!” she agreed. “I’ve done that to myself before, but if felt lots better when you did it.”
“I’ll do that any time you want me to,” he sighed.
“Really?” She smiled happily. “Maybe you should think about that, ‘cause I might want to do that a lot.”
“Any time you want,” he said firmly.
While it’s true that adolescent boys tend to think of sex 70 times per hour (while awake) it is also true that an adolescent boy can be satisfied for a while after he’s had an orgasm. That’s why Mark and Megan were capable of moving from a sexual venue back to the television, and exploring 179 channels of cable, which fascinated Megan no end.
Finally, though, worried that his parents might get home and find them up, not to mention Megan being as undressed as she was, he said they needed to go to bed.
“Too bad you’re not saving bed space too,” she said, with a half smile.
“That probably wouldn’t be a great idea,” said Mark, knowing that he’d try to fuck her if she slept with him all night long.
“Yeah, you guys have a good heater. Back home, Daddy and me only slept together when it was real cold.”
Which is why Mark went to bed that night with another raging hardon.
As the first week went by, Mark came more and more to realize Megan was impossible to categorize. He thought of her as the “best” girl he’d ever met, except that wasn’t the right word. She was clearly one of the most good looking. When he introduced her at school, she was swarmed by the boys. She obviously loved the attention, but didn’t take it seriously. Mark was astonished when boy after boy asked her out, and every time she patiently explained that, by her father’s standards, she was too young to date. But each time she’d thank the boy and touch his shoulder, or hand, or something, making her rejection into something else, that Mark couldn’t think of the right word for either. She wasn’t the sexiest girl in school, because she never acted “sexy.” She wasn’t the smartest girl in school either, but she had a kind of common sense that was rarely found in an urban environment. Such as the day she was a witness to an incident in which Chuck, the school bully, intentionally shouldered Tiffany into the lockers. She bounced off, as her books flew everywhere, and fell to the floor. Chuck yelled “Watch where you’re going, loser,” and kept going. Megan stuck her foot out and, as Chuck tripped over it, she helped him along with both hands in his back. He flailed and landed face first on the hallway floor, his books scattering. Everybody saw what happened, but before anybody could do a thing, Megan was yelling at the top of her lungs too.
“I am just so sorry! I am such a klutz! Are you all right? I am so so sorry. Do I need to call the school nurse? I promise to be more careful if you’ll just forgive me for being such a klutz!”
She went on and on like that, making it impossible for Chuck to do anything except angrily stalk away, to the muted sound of a hundred snickering classmates.
Mark liked everything about her. He actually thought that if he ever got married, it would be to a girl like Megan. The problem was, he’d lied to her, and now he didn’t want her to find out about that lie for sure. So when she asked him when it was going to be bath night again, he didn’t push it.
“Well, how often did you take baths back home?” he asked.
“Oh, I guess mostly just when we thought it was needed,” she said.
“Well it’s the same way here,” he said. “I guess if you feel like you need one, just let me know, and if I need one too, then we can go together. I’ll do the same for you.”
“Oh,” she said brightly. “That’s a good idea.”
The following Saturday night, his parents said they were going to a movie. As soon as they were gone, Mark went to find Megan.
“Feel like a bath?” he asked.
She grinned. “I sure do!”
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This time, there was no hesitancy. As soon as they got under the water, they embraced and kissed hotly. His prick, pointing upward again, nosed into her vulval vestibule, finding those lips and pushing at them. She didn’t seem to mind. Nor did she mind when his hands washed her butt without using any soap.
She broke the kiss. “Do you want to suck my titties again?”
“Yeah!” he gasped.
“I really like that.”
Which is how Megan had her first orgasm standing up, squatting just a little as her cousin’s finger destroyed her maiden head. To be honest, it hurt a bit, but it was more of a sting than a real hurt, and his lips on her nipples more than made up for it. Then, when his finger got way up inside her, where nothing had ever been before, that balloon started filling up with air again, until she was dancing, whining about how it felt so good.
But he couldn’t quite bring her off, because he just didn’t have the experience to know just how to do things.
So they turned the water off, dried each other lovingly, and stark naked this time, ran to his room where they jumped on his bed and “finished up,” as Megan put it.
After she got her balloon popped again, she started stroking him without being asked.
“You know,” he sighed, his hips wiggling. “Sometimes a girl puts her mouth on it, so it doesn’t make a mess.”
“Put my mouth … on your pecker?” She sounded mystified.
“Some girls do that,” he nodded.
“You’re funning me!” she said, her eyes wide.
“No I’m not.”
“But your baby stuff would get in my mouth,” she said. Her voice made it obvious that was a bad idea.
“Some girls say they like the taste,” he whimpered.
“I do not believe that, Mark!” she said. But she didn’t stop stroking him.
“I swear!” he panted.
She stopped, a crafty look coming over her face. The kind of intelligence she had so much of was based on native instinct, and that applied to both situations and people.
“I’ll do it if you kiss me right after,” she said.
The idea of tasting his own semen wasn’t high on Marks list of erotic things to do. In fact, it wasn’t even on his list of erotic things to do. But he had never had a blow job. And she was right, after all. If it was good enough for her to taste, it should be good enough for him too.
“I’ll kiss you any time you want,” he promised.
Which is how Mark got to feel warm, female lips sucking at his knob for the first time. Neither of them had time to think it over, because she only got two or three tentative sucks out of the way before his balls belched and everything he had to offer came rushing through his prick into her mouth.
She made a surprised sound, but kept her lips there. She seemed to know when he would stopped spurting, and pulled her face up, sitting back on her calves. Her cheeks bulged, but some of that was air. When she opened her mouth, creamy white stuff immediately escaped and she looked up so she could leave her mouth open without losing more down her chin. Expelling the air and closing her mouth, she tasted, then turned brownish black eyes onto Mark’s face.
She swallowed, opened her mouth again, only to close it and swallow again. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of one hand.
“Not so terrible,” she finally pronounced. “Weird, but not nasty at all.”
Fuck, gasped Mark, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened.
“I Know I shouldn’t let you do that part,” she said, quite seriously.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said weakly. “I think I love you.”
“Of course you love me. We’re family!” she said, happily. “And you’re right. That’s a lot less messy.”
The next time they got in the shower together, Mark sank down, had her lift one knee, and he repaid her for his blow job. He now knew where to rub her to get her off, so it just seemed natural to attack the same spot with his tongue and teeth. He was right. She sobbed with joy as she learned a new way to let a man make her feel wonderful. When she had caught her breath, it just seemed natural to her to suck him too. By the time they got out of the shower they were satisfied.
There were, in fact, three more baths before disaster struck.
Disaster, such as it was, came in the form of an accident in school which injured Mark. He was mixing chemicals in chemistry class, and somebody - it turned out to be Alexis, who was pissed off because Mark had lost interest in her - decided to substitute sulphur for sodium bicarbonate. The resulting clouds of smoke overcame Mark and he collapsed. An ambulance took him to the hospital, and his mother was called at home.
So it was that, that night, while Mark was in the hospital for observation, and his mother was there with him, Sam was home with Megan.
Alone.
Not that Sam would have done anything on his own. He lusted after his delicious niece, but he transferred that lust to Judy, who had actually pretended to be Megan one night when she badgered him into confessing that he fantasized about her.
And it wasn’t that Megan had any designs on her uncle, though, in fact, she thought he and his son were the most handsome men she knew.
It was much simpler than that. It was also much more complicated.
Megan knew what had happened in school, and filled Sam in on that part. In return, he told her Mark was going to be fine, and that no serious damage had been done. Megan told Sam that she was relieved, and that the way she dealt with stress like this was to go running.
So she went running.
Half an hour later Sam was in the shower - the big one in the master bathroom - when the door opened and his naked niece stepped in like she owned the place.
“I’m glad you’re taking a shower,” she said. “I really need one.”
She calmly reached for the soap, turned her uncle around, and went to work on his back.
Sam stood, stunned.
“You feel different,” she said, conversationally. “You’re got bigger muscles than Mark but you’re softer too, somehow.”
Sam swallowed as she got to his butt and washed it thoroughly.
“You shower with Mark?” he croaked.
“Of course,” she said. “I don’t mind helping you save on the water bill. Turn around.”
He did, and she washed his neck and shoulders, moving down to his chest. She kept going.
“Want me to wash this too?” she asked, gripping his cock, which was hard as rock.
“Does Mark have you wash his?” he asked, his voice tight.
“Yeah, it’s his favorite part of bath time,” she said.
“What else does Mark like?” he gasped as she started stroking him.
“He likes it a lot when I suck it,” she said.
“Oh man,” groaned Sam.
He backed up, pulling his rampant rod from her soapy hand. She looked up at him, question in her eyes.
“Does he wash you too?” he rasped.
“Of course,” she said. “That other shower is smaller. It’s pretty hard to do it all yourself with two people in it.”
By now Sam’s blood was boiling. He jumped to a conclusion or two. He pulled her up and kissed her. When she frenched him back, and her arms went to his ass, he did what he thought his son had done. He bent his knees, gripped his prick, rubbed it between his niece’s pussy lips, and then stood up, impaling her in one, long thrust.
She squealed like a pig, into his mouth. Her heels drummed a tattoo on the wall of the shower. By the time his brain registered that something was terribly wrong, and he stopped smothering her with his lips, though, the worst of the pain had passed by then. Now, what she felt, was a lot of pressure, and a tingling, right there where she loved to rub, that was quickly turning into streaks of joy that shot to her nipples.
Basically, she knew that, while it didn’t feel fantastic now … it had the potential to feel fantastic in just a minute or so.
He bent his knees, in preparation of dragging his cock out of her. When she realized what he was doing, she grunted.
“No! Wait.”
