A Boyfriend for Cindy – Part 5

A Boyfriend for Cindy
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Part 5

The fork clattered against the chipped plate as Cole set it down. A few stray peas remained uneaten, but he’d had all he’d wanted. Scratch that. He’d had more than he’d wanted. He pushed his plate away and grabbed his math textbook. He wanted to get his homework finished. Sure, he wanted to watch TV when done, but more than that, by focusing on his homework he could pretend to ignore his sister and mom.

And it was all pretend. The boy couldn’t ignore the tension in the room as Cindy moved her own peas around on her plate as she said, “What do you mean we should do something creative for Thanksgiving this year? Can’t you tell Dave that you want to spend the holiday with us?”

Pushing herself away from the table, their mom took her plate over to the sink. “Cindy, why do you have to be so difficult? Even though it’s a couple of weeks away, I wanted the two of you to know that Dave’s taking me to Naches over the long Thanksgiving weekend. There’s a steamboat that does daily cruises on the Mississippi River. It’ll be so romantic.”

Cindy piled her plate with dirty paper napkins as she got up from the table, “So romantic because me and Cole aren’t going to be there.”

“That’s not what I meant. Why do you have to be so difficult? Why can’t you just be happy for me? Dave has been really good to me.”

Cole winced at the acid in his sister’s voice, “Shame he doesn’t care about me or Cole.”

Their mom wagged a finger in Cindy’s face, “That’s not true. Don’t be so ungrateful. He makes sure that there’s plenty of food and that the mortgage gets paid on this place each month. Don’t you realize I can’t take care of all of this myself?”

Cole slammed the textbook closed. It was one of those large, thick ones, full of complicated equations and formulas. It sounded like a gunshot going off. “Shut up! Just shut up, Mom. We understand. You like Dave. Maybe you should have found somebody who actually doesn’t mind that you have kids, instead of some asshole who throws a few bucks at us to make us go away.”

Cole was too angry, too blinded by the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes to see the hurt and anger in his mom’s eyes as she stormed across the room and slapped him across the face. A car honked outside and their mom grabbed her purse and stomped across the living room and turned at the door, “Don’t swear at me ever again. I’m your mother. You both need to understand he treats me well. Better than anyone else ever has. And he provides for you. Tell me, how did I get so unlucky to have such ungrateful children?”

Without waiting for a response to the rhetorical question, she slammed the door and was gone. Gone for another four or five days.

Cole fell back into his seat at the table as his cheek stung. He raised a hand and gingerly touched where a red handprint now shown. It tingled. It wasn’t anything like the tingling from the past Sunday. The tears overflowed as he bit his lip, trying to hold back the sob stuck in his throat.

In the blink on an eye, Cindy was crouching by his side, rubbing his back, “I’m so sorry, Cole. I had no idea that she was going to hit you. I…”

The sob broke through as Cole leaned against his sister, “Why’s she such a bitch, Cindy? All we want is a little bit of her time.”

Cole felt his sister’s closeness and reached out and gave her a hug. She squeezed him in return and said, “Fuck her. She doesn’t want to be here for Thanksgiving then, fine. We’ll do our own thing. And you know what? I’m going to start planning something for Christmas this year, just the two of us.”
Hiccupping, Cole asked, “What’ll we do?”

“About the holidays or Mom?”

Shrugging, Cole said, “I guess both.”

Cindy pulled him away from the table and over to the couch, where she sat in his normal spot, but pulled him onto her lap, as though he were still a little boy. Normally he would have minded, but at that moment her actions comforted him.

As his sister leaned his head back against her shoulder, she said, “I don’t know what we can do about Mom. She all but told us that she was going to put Dave over us. Right now, I just hate her so much.”

Cole snuggled against her lap as she wrapped her hands around his chest, “Maybe we can get Mom into Dave giving us more money around Christmas. Maybe we’ll go somewhere nice for Christmas, just the two of us.”

The boy took her arms and wrapped his own around them, “Thanksgiving will be here a lot sooner. If it’s just going to be us, do you think we can use some more of Dave’s money and go out to a really nice restaurant?”

Cindy shifted around until she was able to stretch out on the couch, lengthways with Cole nestled in next to her, like two enchiladas on a plate. She draped her hand across Cole’s chest and even though the boy didn’t feel like purring, it still felt nice.

“I think we can probably make that happen.” With that, she turned on the TV and they spent most of the evening watching one of the rare shows they both enjoyed.

Later, Cole felt a nudge, “You awake?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“It’s getting late. Past nine. Mom doesn’t want you to stay up too late.”

Cole’s lips twisted into a frown, “Fuck Mom. That’s what you said earlier. I bet she doesn’t care what time I go to sleep.”

Cindy pushed with her front until Cole slipped off the edge of the couch. As he landed with a thump, she said, “You’re right. Who gives a fuck what Mom thinks? But do you want to know what I think, Cubby?”

Cole had been on the verge of telling his sister what he thought about her pushing him from the couch when her use of his nickname brought him up short. “Ah, yeah. I guess so. What’d you think?”

Cindy stepped over him as she climbed off the couch before wrapping her hands around his stomach and pulling him to his feet. “I think you’re going to be useless to yourself if you stay up all night. And it is a school night.”

Cole followed Cindy down the hallway. She turned as she got to her room, “But that doesn’t mean you have to go to sleep just yet. Come on in here and we can talk about where we want to spend Dave’s money on.”

Cole climbed onto his sister’s bed and sat cross-legged in the center. Cindy stretched out her legs as she rested against the headboard. “One my girlfriends said that there’s a new Mexican restaurant off of six-ten that we might want to try out.”

Cole listened to his sister as she voiced her opinions on several restaurants. They all sounded pretty good to him as he unfolded his legs and stretched out, his leg touching his sister’s. Even though they were both wearing blue jeans, the boy felt a little spark in his knee at the connection.

Cole became aware that he’d missed something when Cindy said, “I said, ‘what do you think about me calling over to Pappadoux’s and seeing if they’re open on Thanksgiving?”

Cole offered a smile as his sister moved one of her legs between his and then flushed a little as she flexed her foot so that it pressed against his crotch.

“Uh, yeah, that sounds cool. They’re expensive, right?”

Cindy wiggled her toes against the fabric at his crotch, “Absolutely. It’ll cost Dave an arm and a leg.”

Cole leaned back on his elbows as he felt his stiffy strain against his pants. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

Then he realized one of his own feet was only inches away from his sister’s panties and he stretched his leg until his sock brushed against the zipper on Cindy’s pants. “Oh, that’s nice, Cubby.”

Cole’s sister retracted her foot, “That’s fun, but what I really want is for you to hold me, Cubby. Today really sucked.”

Cole swung around and scooched forward until he was laying side by side with his sister. He wrapped his arms around her and let slip a contented sigh as her head leaned against his shoulder.

Cindy rubbed her hand around on Cole’s chest, “Fighting with Mom before she left with the asshole, it really made me realize how much I need you. Cole, I love you so much.”

Seeing her face turn toward his, Cole leaned into the kiss, intending for it to linger only a moment. Cindy’s tongue, however, slipped between his lips and her hand reached up and gripped his neck. Her tongue flitted around in his mouth, sending the now-familiar butterflies zooming around his stomach and sending the tingling sensation racing through his body.

When his sister finally broke the kiss, she said, “I know it’s getting later than normal, but I don’t want to be alone. Not tonight.”

She slipped her hand under the boy’s shirt and massaged his chest. Taking that as permission, Cole untucked his sister’s blouse and slid one of his hands up her smooth belly until he found the padded cotton bra. Taking his cue from Cindy, Cole massaged her boob through the material.

His sister slipped her hand back out and then said, “Can you do me a favor, Cubby?”

Cole’s stiffy twitched as he nodded.

Cindy leaned back on the bed, not quite spread-eagle and said, “Help me with my pants. Can you take them off?”

Cole twitched again. Any thoughts of a reasonable bedtime forgotten as he bent over his sister’s waist and fumbled at her belt. The clasp came open and then with fingers shaking a bit, Cole unbuttoned the pants before gripping the small zipper and pulling it down, exposing plain, white cotton panties.

The boy couldn’t resist running a finger under the zipper, where he found the folds of her lips beneath the cotton underwear. Cindy arched her back, thrusting her pussy against his hand, “Go on, pull them off.”

Smiling as though it was Christmas morning and he had a great, big present under the tree, Cole grabbed the beltloops along his sister’s hips and pulled. The underwear came down with the blue jeans until Cole stopped, uncertain his sister was ready to get naked, yet. “Oops. Sorry ‘bout that. They just came down with the jeans.”

Cindy just thrust a little higher and said, “You’re doing great. Take my panties off, too.”

Inch by inch, Cole worked the pants down and when his sister’s slit came into view he stopped again as he ran a finger along the slit. “Mmm. Nice, but you’re not finished yet, Cubby.”

Feeling his own building arousal, Cole finally got the jeans below her knees, where Cindy helped shuck them off and onto the floor. Cole’s gaze returned to her pussy. He wanted to reach out and kiss it like he’d done in the shower the previous Sunday. But Cindy said, “Unbotton my blouse, too.”
Cole couldn’t help but smile at his half-naked sister as his fingers worked feverishly to unbutton the shirt and then when she turned around and offered her back to him, he unhooked the bra on the first try, which surprised even him.

Naked at last, Cindy grabbed the bottom of Cole’s shirt and slipped it over his head, “You’re getting to be an expert on my bra. First time’s the charm, I always say.”

As Cole leaned back, giving his sister easy access to the belt on his blue jeans, he said, “You know, motivated student because my teacher is so good.”
Instead of attacking his belt, Cindy leaned in and started kissing his chest. First sucking on one of his diminutive, flat nipples before shifting to the other one and then kissing him along his sternum until she reached his belly button. But instead of swirling her tongue, she licked from there downward until she reached his pants. Then she unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. Cole couldn’t imagine becoming more aroused, but as she pulled his pants down, she made sure to get the underwear as well. Cole’s stiffy bounced against his belly as his clothes joined Cindy’s on the floor.

Instead of ravaging his stiffy, Cindy ran a finger up and down his shaft a couple of times before she pulled him back up where they were laying side by side with their heads on her pillows. Cindy snuggled up to him, pressing her entire body next to his, “Like you, Cubby, I want more. But right now, I want you to hold me.”

Now, as Cole wrapped his arms around his sister, he felt his shaft dig into her hip. He was painfully aware how close his stiffy was to Cindy’s pussy, but he tried to put how aroused he felt aside as he held her close.

Cindy wrapped her arms around his back and tucked her head in between Cole’s shoulder and head. “Thanks, Cubby.”

A moment later, Cole felt a hot teardrop land on his chest as he felt his sister’s body shudder from a pent-up sob.

The boy ran his hands from her neck down her back with each successive cry. He wanted to find something that would make Cindy feel better, but all he could do was just hold her as she wet his chest with her scalding tears.

After a bit, Cindy sniffled and said, “I love you so much, Cubby. I can’t decide if you’re the best brother a girl could ask for or the best boyfriend in the world.”
With that, she shifted on the bed and Cole’s stiffy now rested on Cindy’s pubic bone while his ball sack was nestled just under her slit. That was much better than having his shaft squished against her hip.

“Oh, wow. That’s nice.”

Cindy’s hands ranged between Cole’s back and butt. “More comfortable all around. That rod poking my hip was getting a bit uncomfortable. This,” she said as she shifted her hips, “is much better, don’t you think?”

Cole enjoyed the tingling radiating from his balls as his stiffy slid across her pubic bone. “Mmmhmm.”

Cindy reached her hand between them where Cole felt it tickle his balls as she worked her finger into her slit. A moan escaped her lips, “I want you, Cole.”
The boy wasn’t sure what she meant by that and decided to say nothing, and kept caressing her back.

His sister kept working at her pussy even as Cole felt something wet drip onto his balls. When Cindy slipped her fingers out of her wet slit, she gripped at Cole’s raging stiffy, lubing it with the juices from her sex, before she returned to fondling the boy’s ass.

She leaned her head upwards and pressed her lips against his, before whispering, “I need you, Cubby. Sleep with me tonight, please”
In the recesses of Cole’s mind, part of him knew the urgent tone of his sister’s plea should have awakened his brotherly concern. But his stiffy throbbed, slick with Cindy’s juices as she stimulated him just by moving her hips around. He shifted one hand around until he pressed it into one of her boobs.

“Sis,” Cole groaned as another wave of tingling washed over his body, “I’ll stay in this bed next to you as long as you want. It’s what a good boyfriend should do. Right?”

His sister’s finger slipped between their stomachs. Wet with her juices, her fingers slipped over his stiffy until she finally managed to readjust him. His stiffy had joined his ball sack just below the lips of her wet pussy.

Almost mewing, Cindy said, “Fuck me, Cubby. You’ll always be my brother and my boyfriend. Right now, be my lover!”

Cole felt her fingers, slick with her own juices, grab his stiffy again. She shifted her hips as she moved her hand around until Cole felt his head slide inside her outer lips. His head slipped up against her clit, causing Cindy to gasp, “Oh, Cubby. I love you.”

His sister’s fingers guided his head down until he felt it pressing at what he suspected were Cindy’s inner lips. She gasped again, “Now, baby.”
Uncertain if he was doing things right, Cole rocked his hips forward and felt his stiffy sink into Cindy’s warm, tight hole. It was his turn to gasp when he felt his smooth pubic area grind up against his sister’s still slick pubic area. “Holy shit, Sis. I’m all the way in. Oh, fuck.”

With his stiffy fully shoved into his sister’s pussy, Cole felt every twitch, every shift of his sister’s hips, every place where her pussy engulfed every inch of his shaft and along his flared, mushroom shaped head. It was like having every nerve ending in his body on a euphoric high. If this wasn’t right, he had no idea what was. He clenched his sister’s back, drawing her into a tight embrace until she wiggled and said, “In and out, Cubby.”

As his stiffy adjusted to its new surroundings, Cole followed his sister’s instructions, rocking his hips backward and then forward, once. The sensation was the best feeling he’d ever had. Even better than when Cindy’d sucked him off. His sister giggled as she used her hips to writhe under him, causing new sensations to tingle along his stiffy. “Your dick feels like it was made for me. Every time your dick moves, it’s like having something warm caressing my heart.”
Encouraged by Cindy’s words, Cole decided he must be doing something right, and rocked back and forth as the tingling in his balls grew. “Ung,” he grunted as he felt his stiffy spasm. Through clenched teeth, he squeaked out, “I’m cumming, Sis. Uhn!”

Cole felt his stiffy firing a couple of volleys as his semen squirted a couple of times. His small balls nearly disappeared into his pelvis as they contracted. Still, his stiffy jerked and spasmed as he kept rocking back and forth. His sister’s fingers gripped his ass as she arched her back, grinding their pubic bones together, “Don’t stop now, Cubby. I’m almost there.”

Normally after an eruption like that, Cole’s stiffy would have returned to its normal size, but even though the spasming stopped, the tight grip of his sister’s wet pussy walls and the rocking back and forth stimulated Cole’s boyhood which stayed as hard as before.

Cindy pushed her face against his neck as she said in a voice almost as high pitched as when Cole squeaked, “Almost there, baby. Fuck me with your rock-hard dick.”

She groaned as she shook. “C-cumming, oh shit, oh fuck. Oh Cubby, I-I’m, uhg”

Cole kept rocking even as his sister shook beside him. He’d thought her cumming in the shower had been intense, but nothing had prepared him for this. He stopped his thrusts and whispered, “Are you alright, Sis?”

She drew a ragged breath and tilted her head upwards and planted a kiss on his lips. “Uh, I think so.” She drew in another breath before continuing, “I’ve never cum like that before. When I started you just kept on fucking me and my cumming just kept getting better. More intense.”

Cole smiled, “I’m glad you’re alright. I wasn’t really sure if I was doing it right.”

Cindy moved her hips, “Oh, wow. You’re still hard as a rock. I think you did just fine, Cubby. I’d definitely let you fuck me again.”
Cole rocked forward, feeling his dick slide inside Cindy. His sister gasped, “Oh, wow. Right now, my pussy needs a rest.”
Slipping out of his sister, Cole fondled his stiffy as he snuggled up next to her. “It was even better than I expected.

***

Cindy glanced at her mother as the girl speared a bite of meatloaf with her fork. Auburn hair at the roots of her mother’s hair showed that her blond hair wasn’t as natural as her Cindy’s and Cole’s. The girl couldn’t help wondering if their own natural blond hair came from their father. Not that she’d ever met the man who’d disappeared from their lives before her brother had been born.

For the briefest of moments, Cindy couldn’t help wondering if their lives would have been better if he’d stayed around. Most of the time she thought things would be better if she had a parent who actually wanted to, well, parent. Cindy ground her molars until they hurt. Still, she decided she and Cole needed to know what to expect from their mom.

“You know, Thanksgiving is only a couple of weeks away. We were wondering if we could all do Thanksgiving together. You, me, Cole and uh, Dave.”

Her mother shoveled a forkful of peas into her mouth, as though she were in a hurry to be done. “Why don’t you see if your friends are doing something? Maybe Cole’s got some friends he’d like to hang out with.”

Cindy glared at her mother, who missed the look as she continued, “Y’all should do something creative for Thanksgiving, Cindy.”

“What do you mean we should do something creative for Thanksgiving this year? Can’t you tell Dave that you want to spend the holiday with us?”

Her mom threw up her hands as she got up from the table, “Cindy, why do you have to be so difficult? Even though it’s a still a couple of weeks away, you should know that Dave’s taking me to Naches over the long Thanksgiving weekend. There’s a steamboat that does daily cruises on the Mississippi River. It’ll be so romantic.”

Throwing her napkin on the plate, Cindy pushed her chair away from the table, “So romantic because me and Cole aren’t gonna be there? Is that it?”

Her mom shook her head, “That’s not what I meant. Why do you have to be so difficult? Why can’t you just be happy for me? Dave has been really good to me.”

Cindy dumped the remains of her plate into the trash bin next to the stove, and with acid dripping from her voice said, ““It’s a damned shame he doesn’t care about me or Cole.”

Cindy leaned back as her mom got in her face wagging a finger at her, ““That’s not true. Don’t be so ungrateful. He makes sure that there’s plenty of food and that the mortgage gets paid on this place each month,” she said waving her hand around her, “Don’t you realize I can’t take care of all of this myself?”

Like a gunshot echoing across the kitchen, her brother slammed his textbook hard. “Shut up! Just shut up, Mom. We understand. Maybe you should have found somebody who actually doesn’t mind that you have kids, instead of some asshole who throws a few bucks at us to make us go away.”

Oh no, Cindy thought. Where their mom had shrugged off Cindy’s angry retort, her face looked wounded when Cole snapped at her, and that quickly faded to anger. She rushed across the kitchen and slapped the boy across the face. As if the slap’s sharp report was a signal, a car honked from outside. With a look of confusion, their mom retreated through the living room, only stopping when she reached the front door. She drew herself up and gave Cole a sharp look, “Don’t you dare swear at me ever again. I’m your mother. You both need to understand he treats me well. Better than anyone else ever has. And he provides for you. Tell me, how did I get so unlucky to have such ungrateful children?”

Cindy was stunned by her mother’s complete lack of self-awareness as she slammed the door and left.

Rushing over to her brother, Cindy knelt beside him as he touched the red imprint on his cheek. As tears welled up in his eyes, she could only imagine how the boy had to feel. At twelve-years-old any tears came hard. The teenager put an arm around her brother’s neck, “I’m so sorry, Cole. I had no idea that she was going to hit you. I…”

Cindy flinched as a sob wracked her brother’s chest. He flung his arms around her neck and cried into her shoulder, “Why’s she such a bitch, Cindy? All we want is a little bit of time.”

Returning the hug with the fierceness of a tigress, Cindy said, “Fuck her. She doesn’t want to be here for Thanksgiving then, fine. We’ll do our own thing. And you know what. I’m going to start planning something for Christmas this year, just the two of us.”

The boy hiccupped, “What’ll we do?”

Cindy asked, “About the holidays or Mom?”

Shrugging, Cole said, “I guess both.”

Those were both good questions. Cindy pulled her brother away from his spot at the table and led him over to the couch. Normally Cole sat at end, furthest away from the TV. But she settled into his spot and then pulled him into her lap. The girl couldn’t really imagine how badly Cole hurt to settle into her lap like he was a little kid again.

She stroked Cole’s hair as he settled his head against her chest, ““I don’t know what we can do about Mom. She all but told us that she was going to put Dave over us. Right now I just hate her so much.”

Cindy loved the feel of Cole’s body and wrapped her arms around his chest as she said, “Maybe we can get Mom into Dave giving us more money around Christmas. Maybe we’ll go somewhere nice for Christmas, just the two of us.”

Cindy felt a glimmer of hope that Cole was starting to feel better as he put his arms over hers and offered, “Thanksgiving will be here a lot sooner. If it’s just going to be us, do you think we can use some more of Dave’s money and go out to a really nice restaurant?”

As she held her brother, Cindy realized that she’d fallen in love with him on that first date, when he’d hurried over to her old clunker and opened the door for her. Everything since then had simply been more confirmation that she wanted, no, she needed him. She slid her legs onto the couch and stretched them out toward the TV and helped Cole to stretch out beside her with his back pressing against her boobs. She draped her arm across her brother’s chest. This was the most “right” she’d felt all day.

“I bet we can make that happen.” With that, she turned on the TV and they spent most of the evening watching one of the rare shows they both enjoyed.
After the rerun of the ‘The Fall Guy’ was over Cindy put her ear against her brother’s back. His breathing was regular. She poked him in the back, “You awake?”

His voice sounded normal, not like he’d been asleep, “Yeah.”

“It’s past nine. Mom doesn’t want you staying up to late on a school night.”

“Fuck mom. You said it yourself, earlier. I bet she doesn’t care what time I go to sleep.” The boy’s tone was cold and angry.

Cindy could hardly blame her brother. Not when she felt the same way. But it was time to get moving toward bed. She used her body to push her brother off the edge of the couch. He landed on the floor with a thump. Leaning over the edge she saw him roll over and look up at her. She said, “You’re right. Who gives a fuck what Mom thinks. But do you want to know what I think, Cubby?”

“Ah, yeah. I guess so. What’d you think?”

Cindy stepped over her brother and bent down and wrapped her arms around his waist and helped him to his feet, “I think you’re going to be useless tomorrow if you stay up all night.”

She turned and headed toward her bedroom. She opened the door and turned back to her brother, whose hand rested on the door knob of his own door. “But it’s no so late yet that you have to go to bed just yet. Come on in here and we can plan out how we’re going to spend Dave’s money.”

Cindy fluffed a pillow and lay down with her head resting comfortably on the pillow. Cole climbed over her and sat Indian style next to her knees as Cindy said, “One my girlfriends said that there’s a new Mexican restaurant off of six-ten that we might want to try out.”

That started a lengthy back and forth about several restaurants they’d wanted to try. Cole must have gotten tired with his legs folded. He stretched them out toward the head of the bed, resting his leg against her thigh.

Cindy mentioned one of the more popular local chains. Cole seemed to be zoned out as he stared at their legs. She raised her voice a bit and poked her brother in the leg, “I said, ‘what do you think about me calling over to Pappadoux’s and seeing if they’re open on Thanksgiving?”

A familiar fluttering started in Cindy’s stomach as she watched the color rise on her brother’s cheeks. The teenager moved one of her legs, putting it between Cole’s legs. Flexing her toes was fun; her foot grazed her brother’s inseam.

Distracted by her toes, her brother stammered, “Uh, yeah. That sounds, uh, cool. They’re expensive, right?”

Thoroughly enjoying Cole’s response, Cindy wiggled her toes some more, “Absolutely. It’ll cost Dave an arm and a leg.”

Cindy knew the pressure that pushed back against the fabric of her brother’s jeans as he leaned back, “Mmm, that feels good, Sis.”

Cindy’s smile widened when Cole finally realized his own toes were only inches away from her crotch. The first touch sent a tingle running back to her spine.

“Oh, that’s nice, Cubby.”

As her brother ran his toe across her jeans, Cindy was profoundly glad that Jason had dumped her at the dance. He never would have understood her like Cole. Her feeling ran so much deeper than simple kinship explained. She’d heard one of her friends use the term soulmate and as she gazed on her brother’s face, wondered if that was the thing that knitted her heart to Cole’s.

She wanted more than just playing footsies, although as she felt a tingling, that was fun, too. She pulled her foot away from her brother’s crotch. “You know, that’s fun and all, but what I really need right now is for you to hold me, Cubby. It seems like every Thursday before Dave picks Mom up gets worse than the one before. Today really sucked.”

There it was again, Cindy thought, as Cole’s face softened with concern. He changed direction and rested his head on her pillow. The girl sighed as he ran an arm around her neck and drew her into a hug. The butterflies fluttered in her stomach when the boy gave a contented sigh.

Cindy savored the moment, eventually rubbing her hand around on her brother’s chest as she listened to his breathing. “Fighting with Mom before she left with the asshole, it really made me realize how much I need you. Cole, I love you so much.”

More than anything else, Cindy needed Cole. Every part of her body yearned for him. The kiss she leaned into felt more natural than all their previous kisses, and those had been great. She slipped her tongue through her brother’s lips and ran it along his tongue and then gently sucked on it until their lips broke contact.

Her hand slipped under his t-shirt and massaged his chest. She loved the contact with his bare skin, “I know it’s getting later than normal, but I don’t want to be alone. Not tonight.”

Cindy’s pulse quickened as her brother untucked her shirt from her pants. His soft hand tantalized her as it crept up her belly until it cupped one of her boobs. Between her legs, the tingling intensified as she felt her panties grow damp. She bit back a moan and said, “Please do me a favor, Cubby.”

Seeing his blond head bob up and down, she added, “Please help me with my pants. Can you take them off?”

Cindy only had a vague idea of where she was taking things, but she didn’t care. Cole’s every touch lit her soul on fire and she needed him more than oxygen right then.

If it was even possible, the way he inexpertly fumbled at her belt endeared Cindy to her brother even more. Despite everything they’d already done together, his fingers trembled as he unfastened the button and unzipped the fly of her jeans.

She felt the tremor in his finger as Cole slipped it under her fly and ran it down to her slit with only the plain white cotton separating them.

More, she thought, as she needed his hands on her body, “Go on, pull them off.”

The smile that lit up her brother’s face was like a million-watt bulb. He grabbed the jeans and pulled. Cindy arched her hips to make sliding her pants off easier. As the jeans slipped down her hips, her panties slid down with them. Cole stopped, a look of uncertainty creasing his features as her pubic mound slid into view. “Oops, sorry ‘bout that. They just came down with the pants.”

Cindy raised her hips even higher, “You’re doing great. You can take my panties off, too.”

The girl felt like she was the central act of a strip tease for one as her brother inched her clothes down her legs. Cole stopped again when her slit was exposed. The cool air did nothing to quench the fire burning in her heart for Cole.

She felt her brother’s finger run along her slit. There was no tremor in his touch as he seemed to gain confidence. “Mmm. Nice, but you’re not finished yet, Cubby.”

Once her brother got her jeans and panties below her knees, Cindy helped him pull them off and threw them on the floor. As she spread her legs a bit, she drank in the look the boy gave her. Was that lust in his eyes? God, she hoped so.

More, her mind repeated. “Unbutton my blouse, too.”

With increased self-assurance, Cole’s fingers raced to unbutton the shirt. As Cindy threw it on the floor, she offered her back to him without a word, hoping he’d rid her of the last of her clothes. His hands briefly stroked her back before he unfastened the bra on the first try.

Cindy purred as she lay completely exposed to her younger brother, “You’re getting to be an expert on my bra. First time’s the charm, I always say.”

“You know, motivated student because my teacher is so good.”

Cindy leaned forward and ran her finger along her brother’s face, ending at his smile. She mouthed, “I love you,” as her fingers turned to his shirt, which joined her clothes on the floor. With Cole’s chest exposed, the teenager leaned in and kissed the space between his little nipples before kissing and sucking on each of them.

She ran her tongue down his chest, down to his bellybutton and despite the temptation to tickle Cole with her tongue, she slid it down to the top of his pants and ran it just above the denim material. From there, she made quick work of the boy’s belt, button and zipper.

As she tugged on the twelve-year old’s pants, Cindy made sure to grab onto Cole’s underwear as she slid his clothes down. His underwear got caught above his erection until Cindy pulled the elastic away from his skin. Cole’s three-inch cock popped into view, slapping his belly with a smack. In a rush, Cindy pulled the boy’s pants the rest of the way and tossed them on top of the pile on the floor.

Was it simply her imagination or did her belly rumble, hungry for the boy’s cock? She resisted the urge to devour Cole’s boyhood, instead opting to run a finger along his shaft a couple of times. Despite feeling a bit of uncertainty, Cindy knew she wanted this moment. Needed it. And if the sultry look coming from her brother was any indication, he wanted this, too.

With more assurance than she felt, Cindy stretched out, laying her naked body along side Cole’s and purred, “Like you, Cubby, I want more. But right now, I want you to hold me.”

Cindy couldn’t help wondering if Cole really was as confident as his hands felt as the he put his arms around her. By the way his dick dug into her hip, she sure hoped so. The warmth the boy gave off only aroused Cindy more, even as his erection dug into her hip bone. Cindy was mesmerized by the paradox of her brother’s erection. On one hand, his skin was silky soft, yet below the surface he was harder than steel.
Sometimes Cindy felt the same way. Especially when it came to their mom. Well, maybe not exactly the same as she shifted her hip against Cole’ warm skin. The girl had been forced to develop a hard outer-shell as a defense against her uncaring mother. But below the surface, the girl was soft, yearning to be loved. Only one person touched her in her innermost place and the way he hugged her close made her eyes tear up. She tried to blink the tears away, but only managed to make them fall on Cole’s bare chest. Every caress from her brother brought forth a heart-wrenching sob. There was nobody but the boy who held her that she could trust and love.

Although Cindy had started with an ill-defined plan when she’d brought her brother back to her room, the reality of how alone the two of them were and her complete need for Cole brought her to a point of no return.

She wiped at a tear, “I love you so much, Cubby. I can’t decide if you’re the best brother a girl could ask for or the best boyfriend in the world.”

Her sweet brother just held her, rubbing his hands along her back. Cindy shifted her hips, turning a bit toward Cole. The raging boner that had threatened to put a hole in her hip now rested against her pubic bone. Even better, his little ball sack pressed against her slit.

Cole practically cooed, “Oh, wow. That’s really nice.”

They were laying on the bed on their sides, facing each other as Cindy stroked her brother’s lower back and ass, but enjoying Cole’s front even more. “More comfortable all around. That rod poking my hip was getting a bit uncomfortable. This,” she said as she shifted her hips, “is much better, don’t you think?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Cole’s ass was nice, Cindy thought, but even better is his cock. With that thought entrenched in her mind, the girl slid her hand between them until she found her slit. She wiggled her fingers against the boy’s small balls. Then she leaned in and gave the boy quick kiss on the lips before whispering, “I want you, Cole.”
If things were going to stop, now was the moment for her brother to say something, draw a line in the sand. Cindy was beyond that, herself. What had seemed ill-defined earlier had crystalized. She had to feel her brother in her, and soon.

Turning her fingers toward her slit, Cindy pressed on her clit with a finger, while another slipped between her wet lips and penetrated as deep as she could make it go. As she stimulated herself, she felt moisture on Cole’s sack. Oh, God, she was so wet!

She slipped out of her wet pussy and wrapped her hand around Cole’s shaft, lubing it with her juices. As she continued stroking him, she leaned in to Cole’s ear and begged, “I need you, Cubby. Sleep with me tonight, please.”

Cindy worried at her brother’s silence as seconds ticked by. She knew him like no-one else and despite a sense of certainty, felt a sliver of doubt creep into her mind.

Cole’s hand moved from her back and slipped between their bodies until it found and encircled one of her erect nipples.
In a high whisper, that almost sounded like a whimper, her brother said, “I’ll stay in this bed next to you as long as you want. It’s what a good boyfriend should do. Right?”

Gripping her brother’s boyhood, Cindy licked her brother’s earlobe before saying, “Fuck me, Cubby. You’ll always be my brother and my boyfriend. Right now, be my lover!”

Cindy shifted her hips, feeling the boy’s dick slide down from her shaved pubic area until it creased her pussy lips. With her slick fingers she fumbled with his boner until she felt his dick poke against her inner lips. She gasped, “Oh, Cubby, I love you!”

The boy’s next action was tentative, even hesitant. He rocked his hips forward and Cindy felt his head slide into her pussy. At that moment, it was as if Cole’s cock was ten inches long as her pussy felt full and stretched. Everywhere the boy’s dick touched was more sensitive than ever before and the tingling threatened to overwhelm Cindy as she waited for him to continue.

Cole’s grip around her waist tightened as he exclaimed, “Holy shit, Sis. I’m all the way in. Oh, fuck.”

The girl wanted to laugh, to cry. All for the joy of feeling Cole’s dick within her. Holy shit, she thought, he was really inside, fucking her. Moaning, Cindy said, “In and out, Cubby.”

Like the perfect gentleman, her brother obliged, his hips thrusting forward, then back. Cindy wanted to thrash; she’d never felt so many intense feelings. Better even than when Cole had eaten her in the shower. She wiggled her hips, figuring that it would only add to the electrical currents racing along Cole’s pole. “Your dick feels like it was made for me. Every time your dick moves, it’s like having something warm caressing my heart.”

Her brother rocked a little faster. His grunts only heightened the tingling she felt. “Ung!”

Cindy felt his cock spasm as Cole squeaked, “I’m cumming, Sis. Uhn!”

How it was possible for her to feel her brother grow even harder, Cindy didn’t know, but the feeling of his twitching cock buried in her pussy made the tingling feeling almost unbearable. She ground her pubic bone into his as she nearly screamed, “Don’t stop now, Cubby. I’m almost there.”

Cindy’s whole world was reduced to a few square inches where her brother kept slipping his dick back and forth in her pussy. She gripped a handful of his hair as she buried her face in his chest, “Almost… almost there, bay. Fuck me with your rock-hard dick!”

Her brother was a fucking gentleman, doing exactly what she asked; the thought popped into her mind and was ripped away as her body shook, “C-cumming, oh shit, oh fuck. Oh Cubby, I-I’m, uhg”

It was only when the shaking stopped and the tingling collapsed back in on her pussy that her brother spoke, “Are you alright, Sis?”

Alright? Oh, fuck, yes! Her mind screamed at the way her body had reacted to her little brother’s dick. She sucked in a deep breath, “I’ve never cum like that before. When I started you just kept on fucking me and my cumming just kept getting better. More intense.”

The smile on her brother’s face kindled a slow burning ember in Cindy’s heart. A small part, deep within her mind regretted that two years had already passed since her Mom had emotionally abandoned them to see Cole through this new prism, even as another part considered that she and Cole may have only now been ready for this union now.

Cole gave her a hug as Cindy realized he was still inside her pussy. He said, “I’m glad you’re alright. I wasn’t really sure if I was doing it right.”
Moving her hips, the girl smiled at her brother, “Oh, wow. You’re still hard as a rock. I think you did just fine, Cubby. I’d definitely let you fuck me again.”
When Cole rocked forward, pushing his penis deeper, the intensity returned as Cindy shuddered again. “Oh, fuck, Ow.” Cindy gasped, nearly overwhelmed by her pussy’s reaction. “Cubby, my pussy needs a rest.”

Her brother slipped out of her with a regretful sigh. As he snuggled against her, his fingers returned to his glistening cock. His voice was melodic, “It was even better than I expected.”

Cindy pressed her lips to her brother’s before saying, “I know. And think, we can do this all night tomorrow.”

Her brother continued fondling his cock as he giggled, “That’s right. Can I sleep with you tomorrow night, all night?”

“You bet, Cubby.”

Cindy hated to see Cole stop playing with himself, but as his hand fell away, he stifled a yawn as he said, “I guess I gotta get on to bed now.”
As he started to rise, Cindy didn’t want him to go. She wanted to fall asleep next to him, tonight and every night they could manage. She pulled him back down. “I thought you were going to sleep in here with me tonight.”

The way her brother smiled back at her made her stomach flutter. As he snuggled against her, Cindy saw his dick was still half hard. “Mmm, did you see that battery commercial earlier this evening?”

Cole was getting drowsy. “Yeah. The bunny.”

Cindy ran her finger along his shaft and few times as it sprang back to life, “Your dick is like that bunny. It keeps going and going.”

Giggling, Cole said, “More like cumming and cumming.”

Cindy laughed as she wrapped a couple of fingers around his shaft. Cole murmured through another yawn, “That feels good, Sis.”

Cindy wasn’t quite ready to go to sleep, not when she was holding her brother/boyfriend/lover’s dick. Content to simply rub her fingers along the short, thin shaft Cindy enjoyed watching her brother’s prick sway back and forth, even as his breathing became deep and regular.

The girl propped herself up on her elbow. Cole’s face was as peaceful as she’d ever seen as he slept. She felt pride knowing that she alone was responsible for the smile he wore in his sleep. Her eyes drifted to his chest. His areoles, only a bit darker than his pale skin, were smaller than a penny and his nipples had very little definition. There was something almost hypnotic watching his chest rise and fall and Cindy enjoyed every watching Cole’s every breath.

She ran one of her fingers lightly over one of Cole’s nipples and was eventually rewarded by it sticking up, even if only a bit. She leaned over her sleeping brother and kissed the tiny protrusion. Cindy kept an eye on her brother’s face to see if there was any reaction. When there was none, she sucked on it, not unlike how he’d sucked on her boobs. She was rewarded by Cole’s dick twitching and by a fluttering in her pussy. Still, her brother slept on.

She lightly kissed his torso, working her way down until she came to his little innie belly button. Even though there was no muscle tone, his belly was flat. She couldn’t resist and stuck her tongue into the small hole.

Her eyes were only a few inches away from where her brother’s dick continued waving in the air. While it might have been the only one she’d ever seen, she knew it was small, but she couldn’t have cared less. It was simply magical. She moved her face over it, until her lips brushed with the tip of Cole’s head. She breathed in deep, wanting to commit to memory his smell. There was a complexity to the odor. It wasn’t limited to only the smell of a boy. There was something familiar to the odor but not from her brother.

She stuck out her tongue and ran it along his pee slit. Ah, she realized, it was the smell of her pussy mixed in with Cole. The tingling behind her slit had returned and unbidden, her fingers slipped in and found her clit. The jolt wasn’t as intense as just before Cole pulled out, but there was no mistaking that her nerves down there had already been through a lot. Still, she massaged herself as she licked Cole.

The color of her brother’s little mushroom was the same as the rest of his penis, pale and white. But Cindy didn’t care as she put it into her mouth like a blow pop. The complex flavor from their earlier sex drew her in as she pushed her mouth down on the sleeping boy’s cock until her lips brushed against his base.

How Cole’s breathing remained regular was a mystery to Cindy as she listened to him while swirling her tongue around his shaft. But it did. So much so, that she felt confident enough to cup her brother’s closely nestled scrotum and push them up so that she could engulf them along with his shaft. Once her brother’s balls were inside her mouth, her mouth really did feel full. But she was still able to maneuver her tongue around. Cole’s ball sack wasn’t smooth or hard like his cock. Cindy’s tongue ran over crinkled ridges. Still it wasn’t unpleasant, especially when her tongue found one of her brother’s balls.

As she applied a little sucking pressure, Cole moaned. Cindy froze, not wanting to disturb her brother but not wanting to stop either. Once she was sure he remained asleep, Cindy’s tongue returned to the shaft. Her own fingers weren’t idle either. One finger played about her clit while another plunged into her pussy. She was wet and felt the tingling growing again, like water building up behind a dam. She could hardly wait for that special feeling to crest and flow over her, but she slowed her fingers. She wasn’t finished with Cole, yet.

Ten minutes had to have passed, and she had kept Cole’s cock and balls in her mouth the entire time. Cindy was close to cumming again as her fingers manipulated her pussy. And Cole’s dick grew harder, maybe even a little longer as it twitched inside her mouth. The boy grunted, still asleep, as his dick spasmed in her mouth. It kept jerking with each new spasm. She tasted something sweet and salty on her tongue. She pulled away and looked at the saliva covered cock. A small, clear drop oozed from his slit. It made her wonder how much time a boy needed after cumming before he’d shoot more cum. She couldn’t help smiling to herself. That was something she swore to find out.

One down, one to go, she thought as her fingers stimulated her. She quivered and felt her body jerk as the dam burst and the intense flood washed over her. It wasn’t Cole’s fingers this time that she had to move away but her own as the intensity became too much. When Cindy’s eyes were no longer crossed from pleasuring herself, they were drawn back to the clear drop of cum oozing from Cole’s slit. She stuck out her tongue and lapped up her brother’s drop of semen, savoring the taste.

After cumming twice, Cindy was exhausted. She resisted the urge to look at her alarm clock. She didn’t want to know how late she’d stayed up. She turned off the bedside lamp and snuggled up next to Cole, spooning him. When she sleepily draped an arm over her brother, he mumbled in his sleep, “I love you, Cindy.”

The End.

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