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April 1, 2009

My Crush
By
Alex Hawk

It was a glorious thing to be fourteen and in love. Casey was the girl of my dreams. She was very pretty. She had long hair, and piercing blue eyes. She had a perfect body. She was so lovely and so beautiful and so nice. When I went to bed at night, I masturbated thinking about her, and when I woke up in the morning, my morning wood was caused by dreams of her.

One small problem, though.

Casey was my sister.

It had all started a year ago when I was thirteen and she was eleven. I walked in on her in the bathroom as she was getting into the shower. She was completely naked and I saw it all. From her small breasts, down to the nearly hairless slit between her legs, I could see my sister’s naked body in all its glory. From that moment on, I was hooked.

Ever since then I’d admired Casey from afar, knowing that I could never act on my desires for her, and that my crush was doomed.
I assumed I’d spend the rest of my life pining for my sister, wanting from her what I could never have. I pictured myself aging and alone, wasting away into nothing as my love for Casey refused to die.

I had some kind of fucked up ideas as a kid.

Everything changed one Thursday, only a couple weeks into summer vacation. I was sitting in the living room watching TV. Casey was out back doing some exercising. She was a cheerleader, and was often dancing and prancing around, usually doing so in a small skirt. Talk about something that drove me nuts!
I heard the screen door open and saw Casey come limping into the living room, tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concern in my voice.

“I got a really bad cramp,” she said, rubbing at her right calf. “It really hurts!”

I stood up and helped her over to the couch. “Lay down.”

“Ok.” She did so.

I dropped to my knees and without even thinking, put my hands around her right calf. I could feel the muscle bunched and tensed under the skin. Gently, but firmly, I began to rub, feeling the muscle of her calf slowly relax under my hands.

After a couple minutes, Casey smiled at me and said, “Thanks, Connor, that’s so much better now.”

“Glad to help,” I said with a smile. I didn’t stand up, but just oozed over into the couch, not wanting my sister to see my massive erection.

“I didn’t know you knew how to do that,” she said.

I shrugged. “It’s something I picked up a few years ago. Remember my friend, Jack?” She nodded. “He used to get cramps in his legs a lot and I helped him with them.”

“Cool.” She smiled a little. “Good to know. That means next time I have a problem, I can come to you.”

“Oh?” I asked, trying not to dance with glee. “Do you have cramps a lot?”

“Sometimes. I find it helps if I stretch or rub before I do my exercises, but it’s not easy to rub myself.”

I barely managed to keep from saying, “That’s weird. I rub myself every night.” Instead I said, “Well, I’ll be happy to help you.”

“Good. I have to stay in shape during the summer.” She stood up and tested her leg. “Thanks, Connor.” She hugged me and flounced off.

“No problem,” I said, and quickly headed upstairs to masturbate.

* *

The next morning found me on my bed with my sister, my hands working on her legs. She’d asked for the massage, and I’d offered use of my bed, since it was a lot bigger than hers, which would give us more room. That made perfect sense, I thought. Of course, it also went a long way to fulfilling a dream of mine, but she didn’t know that.

I was working on both her legs. I worked my way from her feet up to her knees and just a little higher. I wanted to go even higher still, but I figured that would be a bad idea. Instead I contented myself with working where I was.

It was a strange thing wanting to fuck your own sister, I thought to myself as I rubbed Casey.

“Go a little higher, ok, Connor?” Casey mumbled.

“Higher?”

“Yeah, do my thighs.” She pulled her skirt up a little, giving me a view that included a bit of her panties.

Swallowing hard, I moved my hands up to her smooth, hairless thighs, and began to kneed and massage them. I kept my fingers well away from her panties, though it took a great deal of effort to do so. God, it was so nice to be rubbing her body like this! Her skin was so soft, and smooth.

I spent several minutes massaging my sister like this; my heart beating wildly and my mind enveloped in a fog of hormones. Just as I was getting to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore, Casey said, “Ok, that’s good, Connor. Thanks.”

I sat back, trying to ignore my massive hard-on. “You’re welcome. Next time you need it, let me know.”

“I will.” She gave me a hug and walked out.

For my part, I just took a deep breath, sat back on my bed, and masturbated to the quickest orgasm I’d ever had.

Much to my mixed delight and frustration, this same process continued for the next several days. Casey would approach me after breakfast, asking for a massage. She’d be wearing a t-shirt and a small skirt. I’d take her into my bedroom, lay her down, and start working on her. Mostly I concentrated on her arms and legs, which was fine for me, though of course I wanted more.

After the first week of this, I finally got my chance to move things a little further.

“Connor?” my sister asked one morning while I was working on her thighs.

“Yeah?”

“Can you work on my shoulders a little? They’re kind of tensed up.”

“Ok, but I’m not sure how well it will work through your shirt. I mean, when I do your arms and legs they aren’t covered.”

“Oh, yeah. Ok, hang on a second.” Casey sat up and casually pulled her t-shirt off. Underneath she was wearing only a small bra. Since she was facing me, I got a good look at everything there was to see. I swallowed hard and nearly passed out as she flipped over onto her stomach.

As soon as she was settled in, I straddled her waist and started to work on her shoulders and back; working around her small training bra as I massaged all the skin I could get to.

“Oh, that feels very nice, Connor,” my sister said to me.

“Thanks.” Feeling bold I added, “I could probably do better if your bra wasn’t in the way.”

“Oh! Uhm. Ok, yeah.” She lifted herself up a little and slipped out of her bra, then laid back down. I hadn’t seen anything of her small breasts, but I nearly came in my pants anyhow, at the thought of them being bare so close to me.

Now I put even more effort into my massage, trying to make my little sister feel as good as I could. As I moved my hands around her body, I kept thinking about how close they were getting to her breasts. It was really driving me fucking nuts!

Then I had an idea.

I worked a little more on my sister’s back, shoulders, arms and legs and then said, “Do you want me to work on the front?”

To my surprise, Casey, without any hesitation, said, “Ok,” and turned over, allowing me a look at her bare breasts for the first time. They weren’t very big, but they were the only ones I’d seen in real life, and they were amazing!

As she closed her eyes, I took a deep breath and reached out, starting to work on my sister’s shoulders and arms. I knew where my hands were eventually going to end up, but I was very nervous at the idea.

Finally I moved my hands down, letting them gently caress the sides of my sister’s breasts and then, before I chickened out, moved them onto her nipples, and finally wound up cupping each breast and rubbing them gently.

I couldn’t believe it! Here I was, actually rubbing my sister’s breasts! Oh, god, I thought I was going to wind up passing out from the pure joy and excitement of it!
After about ten minutes Casey said, “Ok, Connor, that’s probably enough.”

“Ok.” I sat back, trying to hide my hard-on.

She sat up and reached for her shirt and bra. “That was real nice. Same time tomorrow?”

“Ok.”

She got up and walked away, and I spent most of the rest of the day masturbating myself silly.

* *

A few more days went by. My sister got into the habit of coming into my bedroom, pulling off her shirt and bra and laying down on my bed for me to massage her. I’d start on her back and then finish off on her front. Usually I’d get about ten to fifteen minutes of rubbing her breasts before she got up and left. It was a very nice thing!

One morning, she came into my bedroom earlier than usual and poked me on the shoulder until I woke up.

“Mmmm?” I said, blinking up at her. She was already topless.

“Sorry to wake you up, but can I get my massage now? I got stuff to do later.”

“Oh. Ok, just let me get some clothes on. I only got my boxers on right now.”

Casey shrugged. “I don’t care. Just wear only your boxers. It’s not like I haven’t seen you like that when we’re at the beach and stuff.”

“Oh. Ok.”

I got out of bed, taking a moment to try and hide my hard-on, as my sister got down and laid on my bed. I joined her and started working on my usual massage, trying to get up the nerve to ask her something. Finally I managed to brace myself.

“Hey, Casey.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take off your skirt? That way I can work on your legs and stuff better.”

“Sure, ok.”

I unzipped her skirt and pulled it aside, feasting my eyes on her cute little panty-clad butt. Trying to stay calm and not rip them off her, I started working on everything I could touch outside the cloth. What I really wanted to do, of course, was slide my hand inside, but I figured there was no way I could get away with that.

I did figure, though, that I could probably get away with rubbing her butt. I figured if she had a problem with that, she’d speak up and it wouldn’t be a big deal. To my happiness, she didn’t say anything as my hands began to work down there. Needless to say I was one happy camper!

When Casey turned over, I worked on her breasts like usual and then let my hands work their way slowly down until I reached her panties. I worked all around them, trying to make her feel good like always. Then, taking a deep breath, I began to work on her hips, along the sides of her panties, feeling the soft fabric under my hands.

“Do you like what I’m doing?” I asked Casey softly.

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

Uncertainly and slowly, I let my fingers dance across the front of her panties, moving them along just below her waistband. She twitched a little, but didn’t say anything. I kind of let my fingers roam around there for a little but and then slowly moved them down between her legs, feeling a little furrow under my fingertips.

A shudder went through my sister’s body, but again she didn’t say anything, so I worked my fingers around the outside of her panties just like I would if I was massaging anywhere else. Looking up at her face, I saw her eyes were closed and her mouth was open a little. I took these as pretty good signs.

I kept my fingers moving all over my sister’s panties, mostly concentrating on the little furrow between her legs. I also felt a small bump at the top of it, and she seemed to like having me rubbing there, so I did that lot, too.

As I did all this, I noticed that my sister’s body was tensing up and she seemed to be breathing much harder. Suddenly she clenched tight at my sheets and moaned a little as her whole body seemed to shudder and contract. It didn’t take a genius to realize I’d just given my sister an orgasm!

I pulled my hand away from Casey’s body once she was done climaxing, and sat back just kind of looking at her as she sat up, breathing hard.

“Well… that was the best massage ever, Connor…” she said with a little smile.

“Glad you liked it.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Ok,” I said, my heart leaping with joy.

* *

As it turned out, it wasn’t just the same time that next day, but it was every day for a couple weeks. It was always the same pattern. She’d wake me up. I’d massage her while in my underwear and eventually bring her to orgasm with my fingers on the outside of her panties.

One morning as I was working on my sister’s body, I got to the part where I was going to remove her skirt. As I pulled the fabric away, I got the shock of my life.

“Er… Casey?”

“Yeah?”

“You, uhm, forgot to put on panties.”

“Oh?” She kind of looked back at me and at her bare bottom. “Well, no big deal.”

“Oh. Ok.”

My hands were actually shaking as I began to work on my sister’s bare butt. Her skin was so soft and smooth. It felt much different from mine, or at least I thought it did. Not like I was thinking all that much, since my brains were currently seriously addled by hormones.

Then things got even better/worse when Casey rolled over, and now I had a great view of the heavenly paradise that lay between her legs. She had almost no hair; just a beautiful slit. I was so hypnotized I almost forgot to start massaging her.

But of course there was no way I was going to miss out on a chance to run my hands over her nude body. I did my usual work on her shoulders and breasts, arms and legs, but all I was really doing was killing time until I could finally get down to work on her vagina.

Finally, almost reluctantly, I moved my fingers down to the beautiful slit between my sister’s legs. The small hairs felt almost like velvet. As I ran my fingers down the little slit, I couldn’t help but notice how warm it was, and there seemed to be a slight bit of wetness, which I’d seen before on her panties.

Trying to stay as calm as I could I worked my fingers up and down the slit, concentrating on the little bump at the top, working it all pretty much like I did when she was wearing panties. She seemed to be enjoying it.

“Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“Uhm. You’re kind of… sticking out.” She pointed.

I looked down. My penis was sticking up out of the fly of my boxers.

“Oh. Sorry,” I said, turning bright red.

I reached down and started to try and put it away when Casey said, “Well, I mean, it’s not like it’s a big deal. I just wanted to make sure you knew it was happening.”

“Oh. So… it’s ok like it is?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Ok.” Leaving my penis poking up out of my boxers, I went back to work on my sister’s vagina, trying to give her as much pleasure as I could, like always. In the back of my mind (well, actually, more like the front), I was now extremely aware of the fact that my bare penis was less than two feet away from my sister’s vagina. God, this was hot!

As my fingers explored around Casey’s vagina, I came to one spot that felt especially wet. Thinking I might know what it was, I gently poked a finger against it, and was only slightly surprised when it began to slide down into my sister’s body.

Casey let out a little moan as my finger entered her vagina. “Oh, that feels nice…”

“It does?”

“Yeah.”

By now my finger was all the way inside her. I moved it in and out a little. I was blown away by the texture and kept thinking how awesome it would feel to have my penis inside there.

“How about this?” I asked, as I fingered her some more.

“Oh, yeah, that’s even nicer…”

As I fingered my sister, I moved my other hand up to wrap around my penis. I stroked slowly, wanting not to cum yet, since I didn’t know how Casey would react to my sperm spraying out onto her nude body.

A couple times as I fingered Casey, I saw her open her eyes a little and look at me masturbating. She didn’t say anything, though both times I felt a little shudder go through her body and felt her vagina clutching at my finger as she watched me.

Eventually I had to stop jerking, or I was going to wind up cumming. Instead I concentrated on making my sister feel good and trying to get her to cum. It took me less than two minutes of effort for that to occur, giving her a nice shaking, shuddering climax. She even moaned a little as she came.

Once she was done cumming, my sister smiled at me. “Thanks, Connor.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. I wanted to do more with her, but she was already reaching for her clothes.

Once she was dressed she started to leave, but paused by the door. “You know, Connor… tomorrow, you can just not wear your boxers if you want. It might be easier for you.”

“Oh.” I blinked in slight surprise. “Ok.”

“Ok. See you in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

Shortly after that, I managed to have two orgasms in under twenty minutes.

* *

Four days went by like this. Casey started just coming into my bedroom naked in the mornings. I was sleeping nude now, so once she was in there, I’d get out of bed, she’d lie down, and I’d start giving her the usual massage, always ending in her having a good orgasm.

On the fifth day, which was a Thursday, I was busy rubbing at my sister’s vagina with one hand and stroking my penis with the other, like usual, when an idea hit. I knew at this point how to basically make my sister feel good, and there was something I’d read about on the internet, and seen in porn, that I wanted to try, cause I thought it might be especially nice for her.

I let go of my penis and moved around so that my face was down between my sister’s legs. I saw her open her eyes for a moment and then close them. I didn’t know if she knew what I had in mind.

Once I was comfortable, with my face only a couple inches from my sister’s vagina, I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the little bump at the top of her slit (her clitoris, I’d learned it was called). I ran my tongue all over it for several seconds, hearing her whimper faintly as I did so.

Knowing that was a good sign, I worked a finger inside her vagina and kept licking everything I could. I was so horny at this point, I could barely think, and was instinctively grinding my penis against the bed as I pleasured my sister, desperately wishing that part of me was inside her instead of just my finger.

“Oh… oh, Connor… please keep doing that…”

Never one to argue, I did as I was told, my tongue flicking out against my sister’s clitoris as my finger worked around inside her vagina. After a few more minutes of this, she started to cum, her hands grabbing at the back of my head and pushing my face against her crotch as she very loudly moaned with the total bliss of orgasm.

Once Casey was done cumming, she smiled up at me and in a ragged voice said, “Wow… that was the best ever, Connor.”

I wiped my face on the blanket, smiled at my naked little sister and said, “Thanks.”

Shyly, Casey said, “Come here and hug me.” She held her arms open.

“Ok.”

I leaned down and put my arms around my sister as she wrapped hers around mine. He hugged tight, her small breasts pressed against my bare chest and, notably, my hard penis brushing very lightly against her nearly hairless vagina. I held her tight, feeling more in love with her now than ever before.

“Connor?” Casey said after a moment.

“Yeah?”

To my never ending shock and surprise, she reached down and took hold of my penis, pressing the tip up against her vagina.

“Go real slow, ok? I haven’t done it in a few months,” she said as she spread her legs high and wide, letting the tip of my penis slip just slightly into her.
I lifted my face up and looked down at my sister. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She licked her lips and looked almost as nervous as I felt. “Just don’t cum in me, ok?”

“Ok.”

Looking directly into my sister’s eyes, I pushed forward and down, feeling my hard fourteen-year-old virgin penis slide slowly, smoothly and entirely down into her wonderfully warm, wet, tight, twelve-year-old vagina. I nearly wanted to scream as the last part slid into her. God, it was heavenly!

My sister moved her hand away from between our bodies and up onto my butt. “Go slow at first, ok?”

“Ok.”

I closed my eyes and buried my head in my sister’s shoulder as I fucked her for the first time. I still couldn’t believe she was really letting me do this! Hell, she wasn’t just letting me, she’d basically asked me to! Oh, god, it was so incredible!

I propped myself up onto my shoulders after a minute or so, moving my hips in an ever faster motion. I knew I was going to cum soon, and I really wanted to, but I also wanted this first time fucking to last as long as it could.

Far sooner than I wanted to, though, I felt myself starting to cum. The first shot of sperm went into my sister’s vagina, but I very quickly pulled out and let the rest fire off onto the blanket, hoping she wouldn’t notice the bit that had gone into her. To say it was the best orgasm of my life would be an understatement!

Once I was done cumming, I collapsed on top of my sister. She wrapped her arms around me and held me for a few moments. Then, after giving me a little kiss on the cheek, she got off my bed and left my bedroom saying, “See you tomorrow.”

We fell into a new routine after that. It was pretty much the same as before, except that after each massage, after I’d made her cum, she’d let me fuck her until I came, though I was always careful to pull out each time. We never had sex other than those mornings, despite my broadly hinting, and one time flat-out asking.
This happy state of affairs continued for about six months. It was one of the most wonderful, incredible times in my life. Sadly it all came to end one morning in early winter when, unable to hold back, I wound up cumming inside my sister’s vagina.

There’d been a number of times when, like the first time, I’d started to cum inside her and fired off one or two shots, but I was always able to pull out and let almost all of it, if not all, splatter onto the blanket. But this one time I hadn’t been able to stop. I came inside my sister, and it was the best orgasm I’d ever had, even better than the first one I’d had when we fucked!

After I was done cumming, I looked down into Casey’s eyes and saw a hurt expression on her face. I knew at that point that our early-morning assignations were at an end. I apologized for cumming in her, and she accepted that, but then she left and never once set foot in my bedroom again.

I still love my sister, but now my love has slowly morphed into a more “normal” sibling love, instead of sibling lust. I eventually found myself a girlfriend and then moved onto a series of regular relationships before getting married at twenty-four.

I think fondly back on those times with my sister, and even though I’ve never talked about them with her, I think she looks back on them well, too. She’s never expressed an interest in resuming our relationship, and frankly at this point if she asked, I don’t know if I would want to.

But when I was thirteen and in love, it was a glorious thing.

END

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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The Most Dangerous Game
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Alex Hawk

Michelle turned on the small light above our heads and grinned at us. “So you guys like it?” she asked, gesturing around us.

“It’s cool,” I said, looking about the basement. It’s not all that cool, but my cousin Michelle is very, very hot and I have no problem lying.

Actually, the basement wasn’t all that bad. There were a couple couches and a thick carpet that Michelle, my sister Sally and I were all sitting on. There was even a little fridge where she had some Cokes that we were drinking.

My sister and I were spending a few days with our aunt, uncle and cousin. Our parents were on a second honeymoon, which didn’t bother us none. We liked hanging out with Michelle. I especially liked it, given that she, was, well, really hot! I mean big-time hot. Even though she was thirteen, a year younger than me, she could easily pass for sixteen or so and she was just a knockout! I had a major crush on her.

Currently it was late morning. It was summer, so none of us had to worry about school. Michelle’s parents were at work. They’d talked for a moment about a babysitter, but given that I was fourteen, my sister was twelve and Michelle was thirteen, they figured we could handle ourselves.

Michelle had told us about this little hideout of hers last night, but we hadn’t had the chance to check it out. Now here we were, the three of us, sitting around on the carpet together.

We chatted for a bit and then Michelle fired up her Xbox and we spent some time beating the crap out of one another in various video games. It was pretty fun, as was the fact that I got to check out Michelle constantly while we played.

Eventually I had to get up and go to the bathroom. Once I got back, I noticed a change in the atmosphere, and saw Michelle with a small grin on her face, and Sally with a somewhat smaller, more nervous one on hers. I also notice the Xbox is off.

“Uh… what’s up?” I asked, sitting back down on the rug.

“We’re going to play a new game,” Michelle announced. “All three of us.”

“Ok,” I said, up for almost anything. “What game?”

“Strip poker,” she said, looking me right in the eye.

I was very glad I wasn’t drinking from my Coke, cause if I had been, it would’ve sprayed everywhere. “What?”

“Strip poker,” she said again. “You DO know what it is, right, Tyler?”

“Of course I do. I just… wasn’t expecting you to want to play it.”

She shrugged. “Better than nothing. Better than just more video games.”

I looked at Sally. “You’ll be playing, too?” I was less-than-thrilled at the idea of seeing my little sister naked, but if that was what it took for me to get to see Michelle, I was down with it.

Sally shrugged. “I guess. Michelle said she’d give me her iPod if I played.”

I raised an eyebrow, not sure what this meant, but guessing it meant that Michelle wanted to see me naked for some reason and wanted to have Sally there with her. I guessed it was so that Sally could keep me in line if I tried anything.

“Well, ok, I guess we can play.”

“Cool! First, let’s make sure we all have the same number of clothes on.”

A quick count revealed me in my socks, jeans, underwear and t-shirt. Five items, since the socks were counted separately. The girls both had on the same combination of clothes, except that Michelle had a bra (which she needed), and Sally did not (which she’d probably need in a few months). To even us up, Michelle tossed one of her socks onto the couch.

“Ok,” she said, taking out a deck of cards and shuffling them. “Here’s how this works. Whoever has the lowest hand has to remove an article of clothing. Once you’re naked, you’re out of the game.”

“Ok,” I said, trading a glance with my sister. I was sure she wasn’t any more thrilled at the idea of seeing me nude than I was of seeing her nude. Still, I knew she’d always wanted an iPod so Michelle’s bribe was obviously a strong incentive.

Michelle dealt out the cards. I wasn’t sure how she’d ended up as the dealer, but whatever. I took my cards when they came my way and looked at them happily. I had three eights, plus a two and a six! Not bad.

“Ok, let’s go,” Michelle said after a moment.

“I’ll take one,” I said, putting down my two. I got a three in return. No help.

“I’ll take two,” Sally said. She got her two cards and looked reasonably pleased.

“And one for me,” Michelle said. Then she looked at us. “Well? Shall we?”

Sally and I nodded and we placed our cards down. My three-of-a-kind made of eights beat out Sally’s, which was made of fours. As for Michelle, all she had was a pair of nines.

“Ha. Looks like I’m on the track to lose,” she muttered as she pulled off her other sock. “Ok, next hand.”

For my next one I ended up with just a pair of queens, plus some junk cards. I sent the three junk cards back and wound up with two tens and an ace. That gave me two pairs! Not bad. When the time came and we showed our cards, both Michelle and I beat Sally, who had nothing except a king high-card. She grumbled a bit and removed a sock as we got ready for our next hand.

This time I ended up with, well, junk. My best card was a jack, so I kept that and sent back the rest, ending up with a pair of twos. Not great, and not as good as Michelle’s full-house, but, as it turned out, better than Sally’s ten.

“Oh, come on, that’s not fair,” she grumbled as she removed her other sock.

“It’s just part of the game,” Michelle said with a smile. She dealt the cards again.

I stared at mine, wanting them to be better than they were. I had a pair of sevens and nothing else worth having, so I sent back the other three cards and got nothing good in return. When we slapped down our cards, my pair of sevens failed miserably against Sally’s four kings and Michelle’s three tens. I didn’t complain, I just took off my sock, one part of my mind suddenly aware that if either girl lost next, I’d see something interesting. Much more interesting if it was Michelle, of course, but that was at least in part due to there being more of her that was of interest!

This time when the cards went out, I ended up with crap again. I kept my high nine and sent back the others, but ended up with three-of-a-kind, so that was good. From Sally’s face I had an idea that she had something good and was proven right when we put down our cards. She had a flush, the lucky brat. My three-of-a-kind stood no chance against that, but at least it was better than the pair of sixes put down by Michelle.

“Oh, damn,” Michelle said, sounding only slightly annoyed. She shrugged, put down her cards and pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her wearing only a bra.

Now a word on Michelle’s breasts. They weren’t the biggest in the world. 32A as I found out later, but they were impressive on a thirteen-year-old and certainly much better than my sister, who was only barely puffing out her shirt. I was disappointed as hell that they were covered by a bra but looked forward to beating her at this game so that I could see the rest.

Michelle dealt the cards again. I don’t want to go into how awful my hand was, but the fact that my high-card, once all was said and done, was a four, should give you some idea. It sucked ass. Wordlessly I removed my other sock and hoped the next hand would be nicer to me.

So currently I was sitting there in my jeans, t-shirt and underwear. Three items. Michelle and Sally both had the same total, with Sally being dressed the same as me and Michelle being in jeans, panties and a bra. The next hand, I figured, would be interesting.

When the next hand went out, my heart jumped. I’d ended up with a full-house! A pure, easy, right-off-the-bat full-house! I couldn’t believe my luck! Unless one of the girls was far luckier than that, I’d see something very neat in a few seconds.

We put down our cards. My full-house beat out Michelle’s pair of kings and beat out Sally’s pair of eights. So there it was. The first pair of breasts I was going to see on a real life girl weren’t going to be much, and they’d be my sister’s.

I could handle that.

Grimacing, I saw Sally was about to protest. Michelle looked at her and mouthed, “iPod,” and Sally rolled her eyes. Then in one smooth, easy motion, pulled her shirt off, leaving her completely topless.

Even though Sally was my sister and only twelve, my very erect virgin penis gave a little jump when I saw her mostly flat chest. That “mostly” part was important. Her nipples were standing out and there was a certain puffiness where I knew a bra would need to go in the not-too-distant future.

While staring at Sally’s breasts, I wanted to make her feel more comfortable, so I forced my eyes to her face and said, “You look very nice, Sally.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Tyler.” From the faint look on her face that only a brother would understand, I knew she felt at least a little more comfortable.

“How sweet,” Michelle said with a grin and then began to deal the cards again.

This time I ended up with a dog shit hand that gave me nothing but an ace high card. Well, I thought it was the high card anyhow. It lead to some discussion where we determined that, yes, it would be the high card but no, it didn’t beat my sister’s three-of-a-kind of Michelle’s pair of threes. So it was that my shirt joined the pile of clothes on the couch.

The next hand went much better from my point of view. I wound up with a nice straight, which could’ve beaten just about any hand. It was somewhat annoying, therefore, that the best the girls could do was a pair each. With a pair of fours, Sally’s hand was considered the loser. She stood up and, with a faint sigh, removed her jeans, leaving her in just a small pair of white panties. My eyes focused on them, and then on her small breasts and then the panties again, leaving me feeling a weird mix of guilt and horniness.

Then it went to pure horniness as the next hand went out. Sally had the winning hand, but mine was second, leaving Michelle dead last. She’d either remove her bra or her jeans! I had no idea which I wanted more.

What I got was the bra. She reached behind herself and very matter-of-factly unclasped it, throwing it onto the clothes pile and then facing me. I drank in the sight of her rounded, heavenly breasts.

“Aren’t you going to tell me I look nice?” Sally asked. Then, “Hey, hero. Up here.” She snapped her fingers a couple times.

“Huh?” I pulled my eyes up to her face and blushed. “Oh, yes, you look very nice.”

Rolling her eyes, Michelle said to Sally, “Boys can be so stupid sometimes.”

Sally giggled as Michelle began to deal the cards again and it hit me that in this hand I’d either end up in my briefs, Michelle would be in her panties, or I’d see my first vagina when my sister removed her panties. Either way, it was going to be cool, I figured.

My plans to have my first view of a girl’s vagina were thwarted, however, when I completely failed to win the next hand. Ok, I had three kings, so I thought I was set, but both girls ended up with full-houses! How unfair was that shit? Annoyed, I removed my jeans and blushed a bit as both girls were clearly eyeing the bulge in my underwear.

“Getting fun, huh?” my cousin asked, looking at me and my sister both. Then without waiting for us to answer, she started to deal.

I ended up with two pairs, one of sixes and one of jacks. This pleased me greatly, cause I figured with this I’d probably wind up doing quite well. Sure enough, it beat the pair of nines my sister put down and really beat the high card ten that Michelle dropped!

“Oh, I lose,” she said. “Bummer.” There was no real regret in her voice. She winked at me a little, at least I thought she did, then stood up and pulled down her jeans, leaving her in a pair of nice blue panties. I thought I might cum just seeing them, but I restrained myself.

“So,” she said, shuffling the cards. “This hand one of us ends up naked.”

Sally and I said nothing, but we traded looks with each other. I wondered what was going through her mind other than, “I really want an iPod.”
The cards went out and I ended up uncertain. I had a three-of-a-kind, which was decent, but not great. Certainly easy to beat. But I had hopes that at least one of the girls, Michelle, ideally, would be worse off than me. Then Michelle put down her full house and I knew I was probably doomed.

Then Sally put down a pair of kings.

“Oh,” I said, softly.

Sally didn’t say anything. She just stood up and removed her panties and I saw my first vagina. It wasn’t much to look at and I was very slightly disappointed. All I could see was a small, hairless slit. My penis seemed to like it, though, as it was now straining against my underwear like never before.

“Ok, Sally, you’re out,” our cousin said. “And don’t close your legs like that. You can sit Indian-style if you want, but you can’t hide. After all, when I beat Tyler with this hand, he won’t be able to hide what he has.”

“You mean when I beat you? That’s right.”

Michelle only smiled and dealt out the cards. My heart was racing as I looked at mine. A two, a nine, a four, a ten and a second nine. That was promising. I sent back everything but the nines and got back… well, not much. I was left with the pair of nines, hoping that would be enough.

“Well, pony up,” Michelle said, putting down her cards. “Full house.”

“Fuck,” I muttered as I put down my cards.

“Awesome. Naked time!”

I cursed a little more, but I also felt very turned on by the fact that Michelle was going to be seeing my penis. I stayed seated, but lifted my ass enough to pull my underwear off and threw them on top of my sister’s on the clothes pile. At least my erection was able stick up now, free of the fabric.

“Nice,” Michelle said with a smile.

“Thanks.” I saw Sally checking me out, but didn’t pay any attention to it.

“So!” Michelle said clapping her hands. “Guess I might as well take mine off, too.” With that she did as she said, and now I was staring at the bare, glorious, wonderful vagina of my younger cousin. It looked similar to Sally’s, but not identical. As she sat and spread her legs a little, I saw the little hole where I knew the boy’s penis was supposed to go and nearly fainted.

“So now what?” asked Sally. “Can we get dressed?”

“You haven’t earned your iPod yet,” Michelle said, sticking her tongue out. “No, how about some Truth or Dare now?”

“Ok,” I said.

“I guess,” Sally grumbled.

“Ok. Since I won the poker game, I get to go first. So… Tyler. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said.

“You ever kiss a girl?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ok. Your turn.”

“Ok, Truth or dare?” I asked Michelle.

“Truth.”

“You ever kiss a boy?” It was the best I could think of to ask.

“Oh, yes.”

“Ok.” I looked at my naked little sister. “Your turn, I guess.”

“Uhm. Ok. Uh. Michelle, then. Truth or dare.”

“Can’t ask the same person twice in a row.”

“Oh.”

“You also can’t take truth more than three times in a row,” she added.

“Any other rules?” Sally asked in a nasty tone.

“No, that’s it,” Michelle said with a smile.

“Truth or dare, then, Tyler?”

“Truth,” I said, figuring it would be safe.

“You want to fuck Michelle?” Sally asked in the same nasty tone as before.

I blushed deep red. “Uh…”

“If you don’t want to answer, you have to do a dare,” Michelle said with a little grin.

“Uh… well… yes,” I said in a small tone.

“See, that was easy,” Michelle said, smiling at me. “Ok, then, my turn. Truth or dare, Sally?”

“Truth,” Sally said.

“Ok. You ever kiss a boy?”

Shaking her head, she said, “No.”

“Ok. Your turn, Tyler.”

“Ok. Uhm. Truth or dare, then, Michelle?”

“Hmm… dare.”

I paused, unable to think of what to dare her to do. Finally I settled for, “Well… ok, give me a hug.”

Laughing, Michelle said, “Ok.” She moved towards me and hugged me tight, my bare chest pressing against her breasts. It was awkward doing this while sitting, but I wasn’t about to argue.

Then Michelle sat back down again and said, “Ok, I think we need to do a rule change.”

“What? Why?” Sally asked.

“Well, cause the way it is now, you go next and have to ask Tyler, and then I go next and have to ask you, and then he goes and has to ask me. There’s no way to change it. So now the rule is that you can be asked twice in a row, but not three.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Sally said.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

“Ok, then, Sally, it’s your turn to ask.”

“Ok. Uhm. Tyler, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said.

“Last time you can do that,” Michelle warned. “You have to take a dare before you can do another truth.”

“Ok,” I conceded.

Sally thought for a moment and then, biting her lower lip, said, “Do you really think I look nice like this?”

I nodded. “Yeah, you do.”

“Ok, my turn,” Michelle said. “Sally, truth or dare.”

“Uhm. Truth, I guess.”

“Ok. Do you think Tyler looks good naked?”

“No,” she said with a snort.

“Oh, come on,” Michelle said. “Not at all?”

“Well…” My sister stared right at my penis. “I guess he does.”

“So he does?”

“Yeah.”

“So you lied with your first answer.”

“Uh…” Sally blushed. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Ha! Now you get a dare!” She sounded so happy I thought she’d dance a jig.

“Ok, fine,” Sally groused. “What is it?”

“Just do what I did. Give Tyler a hug.”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah.”

Sally moved towards me and hugged me like Michelle had, her mostly flat chest against mine. It still felt pretty nice and made my penis jump a bit.

“Ok, your turn,” Michelle said to me once Sally was sitting again.

“Ok. Truth or dare, Michelle?”

“Truth.”

“Ok. Do you think I look good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said with an odd grin.

“Ok.”

“My turn,” Sally said. “You gotta take a dare this time, Tyler.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, wondering what I’d be dared to do.

“Ok. Uhm. Stand up so we can see your butt.”

“Ok,” I said with a laugh. I stood up and let both girls get a good look, then sat down again.

“Cool, nice butt,” Michelle said.

“Yeah, yeah. Your turn,” I said, feeling vaguely complimented.

“Ok. Sally, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Ok. Would you like to try touching Tyler’s penis to see what it feels like?”

Said penis gave a little jump as Sally hesitated.

“Careful not to lie,” Michelle added.

“You’re just asking if I would be willing to, not telling me to, right?”

“Yeah.”

Shrugging, Sally said, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Ok,” Michelle said with a smile and I knew what Sally’s next dare would be.

“Ok,” I said. “Michelle, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Ok. Uhm. How far have you gone with a boy?”

“All the way,” she said instantly.

“You mean… like even fucking?” Sally asked into the quiet.

“Yep.”

“Oh. Well. Your turn, then, Sally.”

“Ok. Truth or dare, Tyler?”

“Dare,” I said, feeling a little bold.

“Ok.” She bit her lower lip and looked right at my penis. “Can I… touch it?”

“Sure,” I said softly.

Sally reached out and brushed a couple fingers along the length of my penis and then wrapped her hand around it. “It feels warm!” she said with a surprised tone of voice.

“Yeah,” I said, my mind spinning at the fact that my little sister was holding onto my penis.

“My turn now,” Michelle said once Sally sat back down. “You gotta take dare this time, Sally.”

“Yeah, I know. Dare.”

“Ok.” My cousin moved closer to my sister. “Kiss me.”

“Kiss you?” Sally echoed.

“Yes.”

“On the mouth?”

“Yes.”

Sally thought for a second, and then said, “Well, ok.” She leaned towards Michelle and pressed her lips against Michelle’s. She started to pull away then, but Michelle put her hand on the back of Sally’s head and held her there for a moment, kissing her. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Nice,” Michelle said once they stopped kissing. “Your turn,” she added to me.

“Right.” I tried to focus past the hormones. “Er… ok, Michelle. Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Ok. How many boys have you, you know, been with?”

“Been fucked by?”

“Yeah.”

“Three.” She looked directly into my eyes and then added, “So far.”

I felt myself blush as Sally said, “Ok, my turn. Truth or dare, Tyler?”

“Truth,” I said, unable to take a dare right now.

“Have you ever fucked a girl?”

“No,” I said, ‘fessing up to my virginity.

“Alright,” said Michelle. “Sally, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she said.

“How boring,” Michelle replied with a calm smile, then said, “Ok, did you like holding your brother’s penis?”

“Uhm.” Sally blushed. “Yes.”

“Ok.”

Into the quiet, I said, “Sally, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

With a wicked grin, I said, “Which did you like better? Kissing Michelle or holding my penis?”

“Oh, don’t make me answer that!” Sally said with a little laugh. “They were both about the same.”

“Hmmm… well, I guess I’ll accept that,” I said in a haughty tone.

“Yeah, well, you’ll also get asked if you want a truth or a dare,” Sally said.

I laughed. “Ok, dare.”

“Kiss Michelle like I did.”

“Oh, sure, torture me,” I said as I moved towards Michelle. She grinned and put her arms around me, pulling me close as our lips locked and our tongues danced together.

After the kiss was broken, Michelle said, “Tyler?”

“Yeah?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Oh, come on, not me again.”

“Yep.”

I thought for a second. “Dare,” I said, since those were proving interesting.

“Ok, go suck on one of Sally’s nipples and rub the other with your hand.”

“Uh…” I looked at Sally. “What if she says no?”

“She won’t,” Michelle said certainly. “First, she wants the iPod, second she wants to know what it feels like and third she knows she’ll be able to get revenge on me in a later dare.”

“Is that true?” I asked my sister. She nodded, and said, “Especially the third part.”

As Michelle stuck her tongue out at Sally, I moved close my sister and said, “Well, ok.”

Sally sort of leaned back on her arms a little as I got near to her. She let out a little gasp as my hand came to a rest on the smooth skin of her left breast and then let out a quiet moan as my mouth closed around her right nipple.

Doing as I was told in the dare, I started by gently sucking my sister’s nipple while my hand on her other breast was simply motionless. Then I decided to start moving that hand, which she seemed to enjoy, and began licking the nipple as well as sucking it.

After a little bit Michelle said, “Ok, that’s enough,” and I sat back, looking at my sister and feeling a confusing set of emotions, most of them centering around lust.

Once my brain was working a little better, I said, “Ok, Michelle. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Wanting to give my sister more pleasure, and remembering how hot it had been watching her and Michelle kiss, I said, “Ok, do what I just did.”

Michelle grinned and said, “Ok!” She went to my sister and started licking and sucking on one of her nipples. This put me into a position where I could watch Sally’s face and was pleased to see that yes, she did seem to really like having that done.

When she was done, Michelle sat back and said, “Hey, you guys wanna go all dares from here on? It’s more interesting than just questions, right?”

“Ok,” Sally said.

“Sure,” was my reply.

“Cool. Well, your turn, Sally.”

“Ok, Michelle. I dare you to kiss Tyler’s penis.”

“Alright!” said my cousin as grinned at me, then moved towards me, leaned down and gave the tip of my penis a rather sloppy wet kiss, then gave it a little lick as she moved away. It was a minor touch, but it felt incredible!

Once she was back in her usual spot, Michelle said, “Ok, Sally. I dare you to put your middle finger in my vagina.”

My eyes went wide as Sally grimaced a bit and said, “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Just for a few seconds.” She smiled. “Imagine how jealous Tyler will be.”

Giggling a bit, Sally said, “Well, ok.” She licked her middle finger as Michelle spread her legs, and then slowly slid it inside her. I watched in utter rapture and amazement as it went in all the way. I’d never seen anything like it!

Once that show was done, it was my turn to issue a dare. I knew what I wanted to dare Michelle (to let me do what Sally had just done), but I was way too cowardly to actually ask her right now, so I went to my sister instead.

“Alright, Sally. Come, uhm… come hold my penis again.”

Blushing a little, Sally said, “Ok,” and wrapped her hand around my teenage penis, just holding it steady. It was a good thing she wasn’t stroking me, or I’d have cum right then and there.

After about half a minute, she let go and said, “Tyler, I dare you to lick and suck on Michelle’s breasts like you did with mine.”

“Sure!” I said enthusiastically. Michelle grinned as I went to her and placed my hand on her left breast while my mouth went around her right nipple. I closed my eyes and let out a happy sigh, pleased I was getting to touch a girl I had a crush on in such a way.

“You like that?” Michelle asked me after a bit.

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Now go back over to Sally.” Slightly confused I did so as Michelle said, “Sally, I dare you to let him put his pinky inside your vagina.”

Staring daggers at our cousin, Sally said, “Fine,” as she laid back and spread her legs high and wide for me. Reaching down with her fingers she opened her vagina and I could see the hole. “Lick your finger first, like I did.”

“Ok,” I said, a little breathlessly. I licked the pinky on my trembling right hand and moved it slowly between my sister’s legs until it was at the entrance to her young vagina. I swallowed and pushed it inside slowly, feeling layer after layer of warm bliss surrounding the finger as I worked it all the way into my sister.

“Oh…” gasped Sally as my finger sank into place.

“Is that good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, Tyler. Oh, wow…”

Operating on instinct, I moved my finger back and forth inside my sister’s vagina, savoring the sensation of the flesh clinging to my pinky. It was incredible! My penis twitched as I imagined what it would be like to have it in there.

“Ok, kids, don’t make this an all day project,” said Michelle after a few moments.

“Sorry,” I said, as I pulled back, my finger sliding out of my sister’s vagina. Then I looked at my cousin and said, “Your dare is to let me do the same thing to you.”

“Sure, but use your middle finger, ok? It’s bigger,” she said as she got onto the same position my sister had just been in.

Not one to argue, I got between Michelle’s legs and easily slid my middle finger into her wonderful vagina. It felt different from my sister’s, though every bit as amazing! I’d never cum without touching myself before, but by fingering my cousin I learned that it might be possible to do so!

“Enjoying yourself?” asked Michelle.

“Yeah!”

She grinned. “Cool. Now stop, so Sally can ask her next dare.”

“Huh? Oh, oh, yeah. Ok.”

I went back to my place, my penis oozing precum like there was no tomorrow as Sally said, “Ok, Michelle. I dare you to kiss Tyler on the mouth.”

“We already did that,” pointed out Michelle.

“Yeah, but this time you have to stand up while you’re doing it and hold his butt.”

“No problem,” she said with a smile. She came over to me and said, “Up you get.”

“Alright.” I stood.

Michelle put her arms around me and pulled me close so that my penis was pressed between our bodies and her breasts were against my chest. Then we started kissing as she moved her hands down to cup my ass. God, it was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life!

“You’re a very good kisser, Tyler.”

“Thanks.”

She gave my ass one last squeeze and then sat down, saying, “Ok, I’ve got an idea for a new game.”

“What?” I asked.

“Doubles dare.”

“Double dare?” I asked.

“No, Doubles dare.”

“And that is?” Sally asked.

“Well, basically each of us gets to dare the other two to do something. Anything. And just like before the other couple has to do it.”

“Sounds fine to me,” I said quickly.

“Sally?” Michelle asked. “IPod, remember?”

Rolling her eyes, Sally said, “Ok. This is getting kind of fun anyhow.”

“Good. Now! For my first dare, I get to dare you two to do something, and you have to do it, ok?”

“Ok,” my sister and I both said.

To Sally, she said, “I want you two to kiss, only I want him to lay on top of you while you guys make out.”

“Uh… ok,” Sally said.

I moved to my sister and got on top of her. It sounds like a simple thing, but it meant that for the first time in my life I was positioned well for intercourse, with my penis rubbing right against her vagina. I suddenly started to wonder if I was going to be a virgin by the end of the day.

“Am I a good kisser?” Sally asked after we broke contact.

“Yeah,” I said with a smile.

“Cool.”

“Ok, so now I get to dare you guys to do something, right?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Michelle said with a nod.

“Ok, uhm… well, let me watch you guys finger each other for a bit.”

“Ok,” Michelle said, smiling as she looked at my sister.

The two girls moved close to each other and each one moved their hand down to the other’s vagina. I watched in rapt happiness as my cousin’s finger slid into my sister’s body and vice-versa. God, it was so cool! I understood now why so many guys liked looking at lesbian porn.

Michelle began moving her finger in a nice steady rhythm inside my sister’s vagina. I saw Sally’s eyes cross and she let out a little gasp.

“You like that?” Michelle whispered.

“Yeah…”

“Cool.”

After a few moments of fingering, Michelle started making out with Sally, and then withdrew her finger and sat back with a little grin her face. Looking back over at Sally she said, “Your turn.”

Looking slightly devious, Sally said, “Ok. Tyler, I want you to rub your penis up against Michelle’s vagina. Don’t put it in, just rub it.”
I sat there with a stupid grin on my face and said, “Ok!”

Michelle laid back and spread her legs, cocking her finger at me and gesturing for me to come towards her. I did, my penis in hand. Once I was close enough I started rubbing it against her vagina, moving it kind of like a paint brush. God, it was fantastic! I so wanted to fuck her more than just about anything, even though I knew if I did, I might manage one thrust before I came. Maybe.

Once I was seated, Michelle said, “Well. My turn.” Looking directly at Sally she said, “I want Tyler to put his penis inside your vagina.”

The room went deathly silent.

“Trust me,” Michelle continued. “You’ll love it. Besides, you two really should lose your virginities to each other.”

Sally looked at me and I looked at her. Eventually she said, “I… I don’t know… all the way?”

“Yes, that’s how it works.”

“For how long?” she asked in a small voice.

“Until he cums. I don’t think that’ll take long,” my cousin said, winking at me.

Sally licked her lips nervously and stared at my penis. I was motionless, too scared/horny to react.

“Well…” she said after a year’s worth of seconds. “I guess just once wouldn’t hurt.”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Michelle looked at me. “Then after you fuck her, you get to fuck me.”

My heart and penis both jumped. I was apparently right about losing my virginity today!

“I’ll help you guys, don’t worry,” Michelle reassured us. “First, Sally, lay on your back and spread your legs as high and wide as you can.”

“Ok,” she said, doing so.

“Let me just make sure everything is ready,” Michelle said. She got between my sister’s legs and, to my amazement, leaned down and started licking Sally’s vagina! I watched as she ran her tongue down the slit, up inside and all over the place while Sally squirmed and wiggled in what I assumed was total bliss.

“Right, you’re ready,” Michelle said after a moment. She moved away from Sally and said, “Now, Tyler. Get between her legs just like you were with me earlier.”

“Alright,” I said, getting into position, my eager penis just a few inches from my sister’s vagina.

Michelle took hold of me and lined me up. “Now go slow. Really, really slow, ok? You don’t want to hurt her.”

I nodded, took a deep breath and pushed forward. I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to do it. Was it supposed to be stop-and-go, or just go in all at once, or what? What I figured out pretty quickly was that I had to work it back and forth. It took some doing, but it wasn’t long before I’d worked my entire fourteen-year-old virgin penis into my younger sister’s twelve-year-old virgin vagina, stopping only once my pubic hair was resting against her.

“Holy fuck…” I whispered.

“You like that?” Michelle asked, resting her hand on my ass.

“Oh, god, yes.” I looked down at Sally as my penis was bathing in the warm folds of her vagina. “You like it, Sally?”

“Yeah…” she whispered.

“Move it in and out,” Michelle instructed.

I nodded and started slowly fucking my sister. With the first couple thrusts, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Sure enough, after less than ten strokes, I found myself pushing as deep into Sally as I could get and holding myself there as my penis fired my sperm deep into my little sister’s vagina.

“Oh, god,” I gasped, once I was finally done cumming. The orgasm had seemed to last forever, even though it was entirely too short.

“Congrats,” Michelle said, grinning at me. “You’ve both just committed incest. Now pull out.”

I did and flopped onto the floor next to Sally, still breathing hard.

“You had fun, Sally?” Michelle asked.

“Yeah… it felt really good.” She smiled shyly.

“Gonna do it again with him?”

Looking at me, Sally said, “If he wants.”

“Oh, I want,” I managed to say with a little chuckle.

“Cool.” Michelle gave my sister a kiss and then said, “There’s a small bathroom over there. Why don’t you go get a shower while I fuck your brother?”

“Ok.” Sally got up, a little unsteadily, and walked towards the bathroom, a bit of my sperm trailing down her thigh.

“So, here we are,” Michelle said, laying next to me.

“Yeah.” I propped myself up on an arm and looked at her. “You planned this all along, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” she admitted. “I wanted to do you and I wanted to do Sally and I thought watching you do each other would be hot. It was.” She grinned wolfishly. “Besides, not every guy gets to lose it to his sister.”

“That was pretty cool,” I conceded.

“Anyhow,” she said, taking my penis in her hand. “This way I’d make sure you’d last a little longer when you fucked me.”

“That makes sense.”

“Now, let’s make sure you’re good and ready,” Michelle said. She sat up a little, opened her mouth and lowered it down around my penis. I let out a loud gasp as she did; I was pretty sensitive still after cumming.

After blowing me for a couple minutes, Michelle must’ve decided I was hard I was going to get. She pulled her mouth way, gave me a kiss and then straddled me. Then my cousin got into position and slowly lowered her thirteen-year-old vagina around my fourteen-year-old penis.

“Oh, god, that’s nice,” I said as I entered completely.

“Oh, yeah… god, you got a good dick, Tyler…”

Even though I’d cum in my sister only a few moments before I started fucking my cousin, it still wasn’t more than a couple minutes before another load of my sperm was shot into Michelle’s vagina. I’d lasted longer than I had with Sally, but not by much.

When Sally came back from her shower, the three of us sat around talking and chatting for a bit before we started fucking again. We did it all day. My favorite thing ended up being when one of the girls rode my penis while the other straddled my face with the two of them kissing. It was way cool!

We spent pretty much the entire time at my aunt and uncle’s place fucking whenever we could. One night Michelle and I even screwed in her bed, which was cool and kinda dangerous since parents had the room next door.

As for Sally, well, even after we went home, she and I still fucked a lot. She’d decided she really liked sex, and I could empathize! It added a new aspect to our relationship and, hey, I sure wasn’t complaining!

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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A Matter of Survival
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Alex Hawk

“Crap, this sucks,” came Mikey’s voice over the radio.

I held my silence. It sucked, yes. But I didn’t want to say anything, lest I wound up distracting Abe from his job of flying the small plane we were all in.

Outside there was a nasty raging storm that seemed to have blown out of nowhere. It wasn’t snowing, which was a mercy, but it was raining really hard and the wind was really strong.

We’d taken off about three hours ago from Prince Rupert in British Columbia where we lived, and were flying up Juneau, Alaska to visit our dad over Easter. Originally our parents had planned for us to take a commercial flight, but Abe was a friend of the family and owned a small plane, so he offered to fly us up. Things had been going well until the storm, which had come up out of the north-east about an hour ago and now we were in serious shit.

“Hang on, kids,” Abe said. “This is going to get rough.”

I was sitting in the back and Mikey was up in the front seat. He was my twin brother. We were both fourteen and this was our first time flying. With luck, it wouldn’t be our last.

Suddenly the whole plane shook to one side and began vibrating horribly. I don’t know if it was Mikey or me that screamed first, but we were both doing it. Then over the sound of our screaming came the horrible sound of silence as the engine coughed once and died.

“Oh, hell,” muttered Abe. He began flipping switches and trying to contact help over the radio. Then he looked around at us.

“Ok, we’re going down. I’m going to try to bring us in as soft as I can. Mikey, when I tell you to, pop your door so that it doesn’t jam if the frame warps. Kathy, you make sure you’re buckled in. Both of you, once we’re on the ground, grab the survival kits and we’ll get out of here.”

In stunned silence, both of us nodded.

An eerie silence settled over the plane for the next couple minutes. My ears popped as we lost altitude. I looked at Mikey’s scared face and held out my hand to him. He took his hand in mine and smiled weakly at me.

“Ok…” Abe said looking around. “Get ready to pop the door… ready… now!”

Mikey and Abe both hit the locks on the doors. The wind held them closed, mostly, but some wind also blew into the cabin.

“Right! Brace yourselves!” called out Abe.

As we went down, I kept my eyes locked on Mikey. I loved my twin brother dearly, and if I was about to die, I wanted him to be the last thing I saw. Of course, it would’ve helped if he’d been looking back at me, instead of being curled up in a crash position, but I took what I could get.

Then, suddenly, I was aware of Mikey shaking me and calling my name. I looked up at him, focusing blurrily.

“Kathy! Oh, thank god. I thought you might be…” He shook his head. “Come on, we have to get out of here. The plane’s on fire!”

“What?” I looked around. “Are we… we’re on the ground?”

“Yeah. You got hit on the head.”

“Oh.” My brain felt thick. That would explain why, and probably would explain why I didn’t remember us hitting the ground.

“Come on! Grab the survival kits.”

“Ok.” I reached down and grabbed one of the kits, handing it to Mikey. He tossed it out the door. As I handed him the other one, I looked at Abe, and then wished I hadn’t. He had a piece of metal sticking through one side of his head and out the other. Clearly he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hand me the rifle,” Mikey said. “Hurry!”

I handed him the rifle in the back of the plane and a box of ammo. Then, aware of how hot it was getting inside the plane, I grabbed the last two bundles in the back and, with Mikey, scrambled out of the airplane. He grabbed the two survival kits and we sprinted as far away from the plane as we could. About ten seconds after we got clear a terrific blast tore through the air. I saw a bit of propeller whiz over my head and embed itself in a tree. We both hit the dirt.

We laid there in the muddy ground, breathing hard. Mikey looked over at me, his red cap wet and dirty.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah… just a nasty headache,” which was an understatement. “You?”

“Yeah.”

We stood up and looked at the rapidly dying flames that were all that remained of the plane and Abe. I felt bad that he was dead. I hadn’t known him well. He was my Mom’s friend. He seemed nice, though.

Mikey looked at the bundles in my hands. “That’s a tent,” he said pointing to the one in my left hand. “The other one is a sleeping bag, I think. Is there only one?”

I looked. “Uh… yeah. I don’t know if there were more in the plane.

“Probably not. Abe usually flew alone.”

“Ok.” I took a breath. “So now what?”

Mikey shivered. “We got a find a place to put the tent up and get it up, or we’re going to freeze.”

I nodded. It was probably only a little bit above freezing and it was only a few hours until nighttime, though with the clouds it likely wouldn’t make a difference. “Alright. Let’s go that way,” I said, pointing.

“Why that way?”

“Why not?”

“Ok.”

We walked for about five minutes, just long enough to get away from the plane. We eventually found a very small clearing with some flattish ground. It wasn’t much, but it would be something.

We opened up the bag with the tent. Inside was a small, plastic tarp. I began to spread that out on the ground to give us a dry surface to work with. Meantime, Mikey rooted around inside the survival kits and eventually found a small, hand-cranked lamp. Soon it was glowing and, working together, we began to put the tent together. It took a good twenty minutes, but at the end we had a nice shelter constructed.

Quickly we tossed our gear inside and then tossed ourselves in. Mikey hung the lamp from a small hook at the top of the tent and, for the first time in several hours, I felt myself begin to relax a little.

Grinning a little, and looking as tired as I felt, Mikey said, “Well… we made it.”

“Yeah…” I winced a little and rubbed at my head.

“Here, let me look at you.”

“Ok.”

Mikey got up on his knees and looked at my head. “Well… I don’t see… oh. Does this hurt?” He poked a small spot on the back of my head.

“Ow! Yes!”

“That must’ve been where you hit something. It’s a lump. Not a big one, though. Let me see if there’s some aspirin in here. That’ll reduce the swelling.”

“Ok.”

As Mikey rooted through the two survival kits I looked around the tent. That was easy. It took about two seconds. It was about ten feet long, about five feet wide and about four feet high. Not big at all. Still, it would do for the two of us.

“Oh, good. A first-aid kit.” Mikey opened it up and found a bottle of aspirin. He took out two and a bottle of water, then handed them to me.

“Thanks.” I swallowed the aspirin and drank down the water. Almost instantly I felt better, though I knew that was probably just psychological.

“So… now what?” Mikey said.

I sighed. “I don’t know. I guess we wait a few days until we get rescued. Is there a radio in the kit or anything?”

“Oh, hey, I didn’t think to check.” Mikey rumbled around again. Then he frowned. “No.”

“Shit,” I said, succinctly. “Well… I guess we wait a few days and see what happens. We should stay near the crash site. If nothing else in the morning we might find some stuff there. At the very least, being near it will help us to get spotted by any rescue teams.”

“You think any will come?”

“Yeah. They have to, right? I mean, I heard Abe sending out a distress signal.”

“Yeah.”

I reached out and picked up the survival kits and began rooting through them myself. There wasn’t a lot, but what there was, was good. There was some water, some water purifying tablets, a lot of matches, some fishing line, some hooks, a compass, a couple sharp knives, a multi-tool, a first aid kit and a few other things. Nothing much, but it would certainly help keep us alive if we were out here for a while.

“Well… this is fun,” I said after a bit. I looked at my watch. It was almost five. “I’m not tired enough to sleep yet.”

“Me, either. Oh, and there’s only one sleeping bag. It’s big enough for us both, though, and since it’s going to be cold as fuck, we’re going to have to share it.”

“Yeah,” I said nodding. “Well, better that than dead.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” He looked at the rifle. “We got this, at least. If we’re out here long enough I can go hunting or something. We got about two-hundred rounds.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah.”

The lamp had started to dim. Mikey reached up and gave it a few cranks and it glowed bright again.

“I found a deck of cards, by the way,” he said as he sat down. “You wanna play Twenty-One or War or something? It’ll keep us from getting real bored.”

“Yeah, ok.”

Mikey shuffled the cards and began to deal them. We started out with playing Twenty-One, then went on to War and finally poker. It wasn’t really all that fun, but it was better than nothing and before I realized it, we’d gotten to a little after eight.

I found myself yawning, even though it was nowhere near my normal bedtime. It had been a pretty stressful day. Once we were done with the hand we were playing, I suggested to Mikey it was time to get some sleep. He agreed.

We gathered all the supplies back into their kit cases and then unrolled the sleeping bag. As Mikey had said, it would easily be big enough for both of us. We took off the coats we’d been wearing and our shoes and then got into the sleeping bag.

This was when I realized that “big enough for two” was a subjective statement. We’d fit in here, sure, but there was no way we were going to be able to avoid rubbing up against each other. Oh, well. At least that would help keep us warm.

I began to realize just how warm about an hour or so later. Mikey had been tossing and turning as we tired to fall asleep and finally he said, “Kathy?”

“Yeah?”

“I am really warm. Do you care if I take off my shirt?”

“No, it’s cool.”

“Ok.”

Mikey sat up and took off his shirt. I could dimly see him in the faint light coming from outside the tent. He set it aside and got back under the blanket.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

I tried to drift off to sleep, but at one point I felt Mikey’s back come into contact with my bare arm. A little shiver went through me. The touch of his skin on mine was so hot it was like fire. Not in a bad way, though.

I had been about to fall asleep but the contact with Mikey’s bare back was enough to wake me back up. I’d never actually slept with anyone before. It was kind of nice, but I could see it was going to be hard to get used to knowing that someone else could touch me at any point.

I was also starting to feel even warmer than I had before. So I sat up, saw that Mikey was asleep and, not wanting to bother him, didn’t ask before I took my shirt off. I was still wearing my bra, which wasn’t real comfortable, but at least I was going to be cooler. Then I snuggled back under the blanket and, after a bit, fell asleep.

* * *

I woke up with a start in the morning. The tent was filled with a bright, glowing light. I rolled over and saw Mikey sleeping next to me. The sleeping bag had fallen down a little and most of his bare chest was exposed.

I reached over and placed my hand on his chest, shaking him. “Mikey… wake up.”

“Murpgl,” he mumbled. Then opened his eyes. “Oh, hey…” He squinted in the bright light of the tent.

“Yeah, I know, it’s real bright in here.”

“Yeah.”

Mikey looked at me and grinned. “Nice bra, Kathy.”

Rolling my eyes I pulled on my shirt, shivering a little as I did. It had been on the floor near the tent wall and was really cold. Mikey pulled on his shirt, too. We then got our shoes, socks and jackets on, then unzipped the tent.

We stepped out into a world of white.

“Oh… must’ve snowed last night,” said Mikey, King of Obviousland.

“Still is a little,” I pointed out.

“Yeah.” He shivered. “We’d better build a fire.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Moving around slowly in the morning cold, we began gathering up some sticks and twigs and a few larger branches. Mikey had done some time in the Boy Scouts and had a fair idea how to build a fire using green wood.

Once we had the wood gathered, we cleared out some space and began to assemble the fire. Soon Mikey had a decent blaze going. We sat around it, feeling sensation returning to our limbs.

Mikey went back into the tent long enough to get us some food. We ate it. It wasn’t much. Just some high calorie protein bars. They’d keep us going, though. We also drank some snowmelt that we’d put into a collapsible bucket. We wanted to be careful to preserve the water supply we had brought with us.

Once we were done eating, Mikey said, “Toss some more wood on the fire, and then we should probably go check out the airplane.”

I really didn’t want to do that, but he was right that it was a good idea. Before we left, Mikey grabbed a collapsible shovel that had come with the survival kit. I didn’t ask him what it was for. I had an idea, but I didn’t want to think about it.

Once we got to the plane, we looked around the site trying to find whatever we could in the way of supplies. There wasn’t much. Little bits here and there, including an entirely intact towel, but that was it.

Then there was what was left of Abe. It wasn’t much and it was pretty black. I tried not to look at it or think about it. I did help Mikey dig a hole in the mostly frozen ground, and helped him cover the body with dirt and rocks and snow. But I didn’t move it into the hole. No, Mikey did that, wrapping his hands in the towel we found and burying that with him.

After Abe was buried, we walked back to the little camp we’d set up. I took a few moments to duck behind some trees and take care of some business. Mikey went to a different set of trees for the same thing, then we met back at the fire.

After some minor discussion we decided to see if we could find a source of freshwater and maybe a place to fish. Taking the compass, a bucket and our fishing gear, we went out in search. Mikey also took the rifle. Just in case.

“You know,” I said as we walked. “It’s actually kind of nice out here, once you get past all the problems.”

Mikey nodded. Like any good Canadian kids we had a decent appreciation of the great outdoors.

We walked west for about twenty minutes before we came across a river. It wasn’t very big. It was probably only about fifteen feet across and probably only a couple feet deep, but it was a source of fresh water. To make matters even better, I could already spot the silvery flash of fish.

I strung up a couple hooks and cast my line out into the water with a bit of our food provisions as bait. While I did that, Mikey tromped upstream a little to see if he could find any animals we could eat.

It turned out to be pretty productive, at least on my end. I did at one point hear the crack of the rifle, but when Mikey came back to where I was, he was empty handed. Apparently he’d shot at a rabbit, but it had got away.

I’d been a bit more lucky. I’d managed to reel in four fish. I could’ve easily snagged more, but I figured it was best to not get greedy and catch more than we could eat in a day or two.

We walked back to the camp; Mikey carrying the rifle and the fish. I was carrying our bucket filled with fresh water. Once we got back to the camp, we stoked up the fire and began cleaning the fish. Right after that, we made up our minds that, in the future, we’d only do that down at the river.

Once our food was cooked we sat back and ate it. It was… ok. I liked fish, but I really only liked it with a bit of seasoning. Nice and complete though the survival kits were, they didn’t have much in the way of herbs and spices.

It was only noon by the time we were done eating. We killed another hour gathering up some firewood, making sure we had a good supply. There was a small axe inside the survival kit which made it much easier than it otherwise would’ve been.

Then… we sat around the fire doing nothing.

I tossed a stick into the fire. “Well… this is boring.”

“Yeah.”

“You still dating Jenny Mertz?” I asked after a bit.

“What? Oh, no. We broke up back a month ago.”

“That’s too bad. Why?”

Mikey said, “She decided she wanted someone else.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

“You ever get any from her?”

Mikey looked surprised. “What kind of question is that for a girl to ask her brother?”

I shrugged. “I’m bored and slightly cold and any distraction is welcome.”

“Even talking about your brother’s lack-of-a-sex life?”

I shrugged again. “Any port in a storm.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah. Well, no, as a matter of fact I didn’t get any from her or anyone else. The most I’ve ever done is kissing. You?”

“Same here,” I lied. I hadn’t even kissed a boy. “Once we get out of here, though, I’m going to make damn sure I get a boyfriend.” That was true.

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, me, too. Well, a girlfriend for me.”

We killed an hour swapping dirty jokes and then spent some time just wandering around, exploring the area, though being careful to never get too far away from the camp. We saw some birds, and some animal tracks, but what we didn’t see was any sign of any rescue planes. We figured they’d be along eventually.

As it began to get dark, I said, “Do we douse the fire, or keep it going?”

Mikey frowned. “Well… good question. If we let it burn, people might see it. If we put it out, though, no risk of a forest fire.”

“People would certainly see THAT,” I said.

Mikey nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t really wanna burn to death.”

“There is that,” I conceded.

“Well… let’s stay up until, say, an hour after dark. That way someone might see the light from the fire. After that we can douse it and go to bed.”

“Ok.”

We stayed up for about an hour telling ghost stories and taking turns winding up the lamp so that it would have as much power as possible. We figured we’d probably be awake at least another couple hours once we were inside the tent.

The fired had burned kind of low by the time we were ready for bed, so it was a sample matter to toss some dirt on top and make sure it was completely out. Then, with one last look at the cloudy sky, completely devoid of planes, we went inside.

Once in the tent, we lit the lamp and started playing cards again. Frankly, it was boring as hell. But it was better than nothing. I really wished we had something more interesting to do with our time, though.

“We should probably get to sleep,” Mikey said after a couple hours.

“Yeah.”

We made ready to get into the sleeping bag. Mikey said, “Hey. Since it was real warm in there last night, do you care if I just take my shirt off right now?”

“Not really.”

“Thanks.”

Mikey pulled off his shirt. I got into the sleeping bag and watched him as he moved around the tent, getting everything ready for bed. He had a really nice body, I noticed. Not like really muscled or anything, but nicely shaped. A couple of my friends had major crushes on him. I never knew why, and still didn’t, really, but I began to approach an understanding.

Once everything was squared away, Mikey got into the sleeping bag next to me. He whispered, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I replied, and fell right to sleep.

Well, that’d been the plan anyhow.

Instead I laid there on my side, eyes closed, trying to sleep. I found myself unable to. I kept thinking about our situation and what a bitch it was. I wondered how long it would be before we were rescued, if we ever were. Maybe we’d eventually have to walk out of here.

I also started to get really warm, just as I did last night. Finally I took off my shirt. Mikey made no sounds or movement next to me as I did so. He was entirely sacked out. I was envious as hell. Oh, well. I’d be asleep soon enough.

As I settled back down into the sleeping bag, Mikey mumbled something and turned over. One of his arms flopped out and draped itself over my body. I was really already too warm to want him putting his arm around me like that, but it felt very comforting. Like my twin brother would take care of me. Nothing really bad could happen as long as we were together.

With that happy thought, I closed my eyes again and finally fell asleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I saw Mikey already up and out of the sleeping bag, pulling on his shirt. Seeing me, he smiled.

“Good morning.”

“Mph.”

“Did you sleep ok?”

“I guess,” I mumbled, rolling onto my back.

“Nice bra,” Mikey said, tossing my shirt onto my face.

“Thanks.” I sat up and pulled my shirt on.

We went through basically the same routine as we had the day before. Thankfully, it was warmer today than it had been yesterday and the snow had started to melt. By noon it was probably about 45 degrees! Frickin’ balmy!

During the day, Mikey managed to shoot one of the rabbits he’d seen yesterday. I caught us another few fish. Our food gathering done early, we took a few minutes to split up and go to separate parts of the creek to clean up before lunch.

Washing in an icy cold mountain stream is just about as much fun as it sounds. I basically took off an item of clothing, washed myself, put the clothing back on, shivered for a few minutes, then did the next bit of me. It sucked, but I knew I had to keep as clean as I could.

I walked back to where Mikey was. As I got to within visual range, I saw him sitting at the edge of the creek doing something odd. His pants seemed to be open and his hand was moving rapidly on his lap.

I stood there, concealed by a bush, watching Mikey do whatever the hell it was he was doing. Whatever it was, he seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back and his mouth was open. It kind of put me mind of what it as like when I… would… finger… oh…

I started to blush. My twin brother was masturbating! I knew boys masturbated, but I had never actually seen it before. I felt grossed-out, curious, embarrassed and interested all at the same time.

I’d never really thought about Mikey as a boy before. I mean, I knew he was a boy, but I never thought of him as anything other than my brother. My sweet, twin brother who was always there for me. Now I was starting to realize on more than just an intellectual level that he was, in fact, a boy.

Mikey kept rubbing at himself for another minute or so. Then I heard him stifle a little moan and his whole body shook for a moment. Then he sat back, breathed deep, washed his hand off in the creek and began to zip up.

I ducked back out of sight for a moment, my heart thudding over what I’d just seen. It had been… very… odd. I didn’t dislike it, though.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and stepped out into view, saying, “Hey, Mikey.”

Startled my brother looked up. “Oh, hey, Kathy.”

“All clean?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Let’s have lunch.”

The rest of the passed pretty uneventfully. We ate our lunch, spent quite a bit of time gathering up firewood, ate our dinner, then retired to the tent for a couple hours of boring card play before we both ditched our shirts and went to sleep.

Yeah… life was just that exciting.

* * *

Mikey and I settled into a nice routine. We’d wake up, have a small amount of food from the kits for breakfast, build the fire up real nice, and then go hunting/fishing. After that, we’d have lunch, then pick up firewood. Then dinner. Once we’d eaten, we’d talk by the fire for a while, then retire to the tent, play cards, and go to bed.

After the first week was done, I was about to slit my wrists with boredom. Pity the survival kits hadn’t included a razor.

On the ninth day I woke up in a far darker tent than I was used to. I looked at my watch. The sun should’ve been up for over an hour, but it was still pretty dim in here. I got out of the sleeping bag, pulled my shirt on, then opened up the tent flap.

Outside it was white. Almost pure white. I could dimly see trees, the remnants of our fire pit and could easily see the woodpile we’d gathered. But everything else was covered under at least a foot of fresh snow, and it was still falling hard.

“Mikey,” I said going back into the tent and shaking him. “Mikey, wake up.”

“Mmmm… what?” He blinked up at me.

“It’s snowing. A lot.”

Mikey sat up, rubbing at his eyes. “It is?”

“Yeah.”

Still shirtless, he went over and opened up the tent flap. He looked out for a few moments then said, “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

Mikey sat back down after closing the tent flap. Shivering a little, he pulled on his shirt.

“Well… that fucks our plans for today. I don’t want to go wandering around and get lost in this stuff. Plus there’s no way we can build a fire.”

“Yeah. Well, we have enough food in here we can live off our rations for a while.”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to do that more than we need to. But I guess we need to.”

“Yeah. We should at least try to knock some of the snow off the tent. It’ll make it lighter and warmer in here.”

Mikey nodded. “Ok. Let’s get dressed, then.”

We kitted ourselves up and grabbed the collapsible shovel. Thirty minutes of effort later, and we had not only knocked the snow off the tent, we’d also dug a nice little path to a thicket of trees where we could use the bathroom. On my suggested, we also took a length of fluorescent string, tied one end to the tent and the other end to one of the trees. That way we wouldn’t get lost if the snow was really bad.

Then we had a largely cold breakfast with some cold water into which we mixed some flavored vitamin enriched drink mix. That would make up for the fact that we weren’t going to be eating fresh food today.

After that… well, what was there to do? Boredom was bad enough on days when we could be outside the tent. Today, though, it was really sucking. We both wound up taking a nap, but that only lasted for an hour or two.

Once we were done with lunch, we passed another few hours with, you guessed it, playing cards. We’d taken to using small pebbles as currency to make it more interesting when we played poker (which we’d began to play after War, Twenty-One, Go Fish, Old Maid, and something I swear Mikey made up called Cripple Mister Onion), but even that wasn’t enough to sustain my interest for the whole afternoon.

By the time we were done with dinner, it was pretty clear to me there was no hope. I fell back onto the sleeping bag, my eyes rolled back into my head.

“Something wrong?” Mikey asked, shuffling the cards.

“I’m dead,” I said.

“What killed you?”

“Boredom.”

Mikey laughed. “Well, we can-”

“Don’t!” I sat up. “Don’t mention cards! I am SO SICK of playing cards.”

Shrugging, my brother said, “You got anything else to do?”

“No,” I confessed.

“At least we’re getting good at it.”

“Yeah.”

“Just wish we had some real money or something. Playing for pebbles isn’t really interesting. There’s no stakes or anything.”

Laughing, I said, “Well, we could always play Strip Poker!”

Mikey giggled. “Do you want to?”

I opened my mouth intending to say no, but then I realized that it would likely be a solution to boredom, at least for a while. Shrugging, I said, “Well… I will if you will.”

“You will?”

“Yeah.”

Mikey thought about it while he shuffled his cards. “Well… ok. At least it’ll keep us from being bored for a bit.”

With a laugh, I said, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Grinning, Mikey began to deal the cards. “Ok, let’s do this!”

I sat down across from my brother, feeling a little nervous at what we were about to do. I didn’t know why I was feeling that way, but I was.

Mikey dealt out the cards. I looked mine over. I had a pair of sixes, then also a three, a five and a nine. Not much, but I could keep the sixes. I sent the other three cards back. I got a four, a jack and a nine in trade.

Mikey sent back two of his cards. Then he looked up at me. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” Mikey set down his cards. “Two tens.”

I set down mine. “Two sixes.”

“Oh, ok. Well, I guess I win the first one, then.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I replied, pulling my shirt off, leaving me in my bra.

“Whatever you say,” Mikey said with an evil chuckle.

My brother dealt out more cards. This time I ended up with, to my happiness, two jacks in addition to two threes. I already had two pair! Grinning a little, I sent back the single eight that I had and got a two in return. Well, the pairs were still good.

Mikey sent back three of his cards, and then smirked. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I set down my two pairs.

Mikey’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Well, I had three-of-a-kind, but I guess two pair beats that.”

“Yes, it does.”

Shrugging, Mikey pulled his t-shirt off. He really did have a pretty nice looking chest, I thought, as I watched him dealing out the cards. I wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Well, with luck, I’d get to see pretty soon.

This time I knew as soon as I looked at the cards I wasn’t going to have much of anything. I had… well, it was sad what I had. Suffice to say I sent back everything except for one ace, and in the end even that wasn’t going to save me.

Mikey had a huge smirk on his face. It was pretty obvious that no matter what I had, he was going to pretty well kick my ass. So I was prepared for the worst when he set down his cards. Sure enough, he had a full house.

Then I cheered up. Yeah, he had a full house, but a simple pair would’ve beaten my hand. I set it down.

“Oh… that’s… bad,” Mikey said with some sympathy in his voice.

“Yeah, it could’ve been better,” I admitted as I stood up and pulled off my jeans, leaving me in my bra and panties. Nothing Mikey hadn’t seen before in the last couple days, but, well, I knew there was something different in the air right now. If nothing else I was one loss away from Mikey seeing at least one part of my more private areas.

Mikey dealt out the cards again. I paid particular attention to my hand this time. Mikey had on his pants, underwear and socks (we were counting those for him but not for me, since I had my bra). He could still lose and show nothing important. I didn’t have that option.

At first I thought I didn’t have much of anything. But then I started looking closely and realized that I was sitting on top of a three, a four, a six, a seven and an eight. I only needed a five and I’d be almost unbeatable! With a sense of great hope I sent back my two and got back… another three. Aw, hell…

Mikey, however, didn’t look too terribly confident. Finally he said, “Ok, I’m ready. What you got?”

Sighing, I placed down my pair of threes.

“Oh… well… that’s bad, yeah,” my twin brother said. “But, ah, actually, mine’s worse.” He put down a pair of twos.

Thank you, god, I thought to myself as Mikey took off his socks.

Out went the cards once more. This time it ended with another reprieve for me as my three eights beat Mikey’s three sixes. Sighing deeply he stood up and pulled down his jeans, leaving him just in his underwear. As he sat down, I could clearly see what was obviously his penis tenting up inside.

A thrill of excitement went through me. At the end of the next hand, no matter who won, one of us would be showing Forbidden Flesh. Naturally, I hoped it would be Mikey.

Tension filled the tent, which despite the cold outside now felt quite warm after hours of us being in here with the snow insulating us. Mikey dealt the cards once more and I picked up mine.

I was staring at a real good potential here, I thought. I already had a pair of kings. That was good. To make matters better, I also had an ace. The four and the seven were just icing on the cake.

I kept the kings and the ace. In return I got back another ace, a seven and a nine. Well, that was two pair. That was fine.

Grinning widely, Mikey said, “Well! You ready?”

Now feeling a little nervous, I said, “Yeah…?”

Mikey put down his cards. “Full house,” he said, proudly.

“Oh, hell,” I muttered as I set down my two pairs. “Fine, I guess you win that one.”

“Yes, I do.”

Sighing, but knowing I had no real choice, I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, pulling it forward and setting it aside. If nothing else it DID feel to get it off me for the first time in a while. Of course, it also left me bare-breasted in front of my twin brother. Somehow I didn’t think that bothered him any.

“So, uh,” Mikey began, trying not to be obvious about staring at my chest. “What… uhm… what do we do after the next hand?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, one of us is going to be naked.”

“Oh.” I thought about it. “Well… we’ll worry about that later, I guess.”

“Ok.”

Out went the cards yet again. I regarded mine with a cautious air. I had a pair of aces, which wasn’t a bad start. I also had a three, a nine and a queen. It was kind of a no-brainer to send back the three, nine and queen. In return I got a jack, a ten and a king. I was left with a pair of aces. I frowned. Well, this wasn’t the best of things.

Mikey grinned widely. “You ready?”

Taking a deep breath, and getting ready to be nude, I said, “Yeah.”

Mikey slapped down his cards. “Straight. Flush. Beat THAT!”

Shrugging, I said, “I can’t,” and plopped down my two aces.

Mikey looked at my cards. “What? I wasted a straight flush on THAT?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… oh, well.” He looked at me expectantly.

I stood up and, without any ceremony, pulled my panties down, kicking them aside. Now fully nude I sat back down on the floor of the tent, my legs closed. I wasn’t about to give Mikey THAT good of a view.

“So… now what?” Mikey asked.

I shrugged. “I dunno. We can keep playing, if you want.”

“Ok. If I lose I ditch my underwear, but what if you lose?”

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

Mikey considered this for a moment. “Well, how about if I win, you have to open your legs? So I can really, you know, get a look?”

“I guess that’s fair,” I said. I didn’t want the game to stop, after all. Not only was I kind of curious to see what Mikey looked like naked, I also wanted to stave off any further boredom.

Mikey dealt out the cards again. This time, once the smoke had cleared, I was left with a pair of jacks and a pair of threes. This made me feel a little more cheerful. Then Mikey put down a full house.

I glared at my twin brother. “That’s it. I’m dealing from now on.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, well, that’s ok if you want.”

“I do.”

“Ok.” He handed me the cards. “Time to pay up.”

I crossed my legs under me, in the so-called “Indian style”. It was actually kind of comfortable this way, and it did give my brother a decent view of my vagina. “How’s this?” I asked.

“Good,” Mikey said in a soft voice. I saw the tent-pole under his underwear twitch slightly.

I shuffled the cards, really, really well, and then dealt them out. I was left with, to my happiness, three fours, a five and a ten. Not much thinking was required to get rid of the five and the ten. I got back a two and another five. Oh, well. Three-of-a-kind was still pretty decent.

“Alright,” I said, “What you got, Mikey?”

Shyly, Mikey put down three sixes. “Just these.”

I glared at my twin brother. “You know, Mikey, I really hate you right now,” I said as I put down my three fours.

Mikey laughed. He’d won a lot. It was easy for him. “Sorry,” he said with a little grin.

“No, you aren’t.”

“You’re right.”

I glared again. “So… since I lost… what do I do now?”

“Penalties for losing?”

“I guess so.”

“Ok.” Mikey thought. “Well… uhm… I don’t know. Stand up and do a little dance.”

I looked up at the tent roof, less than four feet from the floor. “Listen, buster, how short do you think I am?”

Mikey laughed. “Alright. Well… just… lie on your back and pretend to be dancing!”

I laughed. “Ok!” I laid on my back and wiggled around, giggling a little. Mikey let his eyes roam all over my naked body. I actually didn’t mind, though I was somewhat surprised I didn’t. I even found myself getting a little aroused knowing that I was turning my twin brother on.

After a couple minutes, I said up. “Ok, I’m done with that.”

“Alright.” Mikey grinned shyly. “You looked good doing it.”

“Thank you,” I said, shuffling the cards. “Now prepare for nudity!”

“You’re already naked,” he helpfully pointed out.

“I mean YOUR nudity.”

“Oh, well, I don’t think THAT’S going to happen.”

I dealt the cards out. “Just play, boy.”

A few moments later, when I was putting down a crappy set of cards with a high-card of a king to Mikey’s pair of sixes, I was really starting to wish I hadn’t told him to start playing.

“Ok,” I said with a sigh. “What’s my penalty this time?”

“Well…” Mikey looked a little embarrassed. “I dunno… uhm… can I… maybe… get a really good look between your legs?”

I considered this for a moment and then shrugged. “Ok, I guess.” Lying back a little, I spread my legs. Mikey crouched between them, looking down at my virgin vagina.

“What do you think?” I asked into the long silence that followed.

“It’s cool… I’ve never seen one before.”

“Glad I could help,” I said sardonically. “Can we get back to the game now?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.”

I dealt the cards out again. This time I ended up with a full house and felt a lot more confident. At least I did right up until the time Mikey plopped down his four threes.

I looked upward. “Have I angered thee, oh lord?”

Mikey laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get lucky eventually.”

“Gambler’s Fallacy,” I muttered. “Ok, what’s the penalty?”

Mikey thought and thought hard. I was starting to wonder if he’d ever come up with something when he said, “Ok, I got it.”

“Ok.”

Mikey bit his lower lip, and then said, “Well… ok. Can I… can I touch your va… uhm… breasts?”

I had a fair inkling of what Mikey had been about to say, but I didn’t want to say anything about it. I mean, he was still my brother after all. But just touching my breasts…

“I guess that would be ok,” I said after a bit.

“Ok.”

I got up onto my knees and leaned forward a little. Mikey reached out with both his hands and placed one over each of my breasts. A little shudder went through me at the contact. No one had ever touched me there before.

“They’re nice,” Mikey said after a moment.

“Thank you,” I said, for lack of anything better to say.

After another minute or so, Mikey said, “Well… do you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah, I gotta get you naked.”

Mikey grinned. “Yeah, how’s that working out for you so far?”

“Shut up,” I replied and dealt out the cards again.

This time, as I looked at my cards, I felt my heart sink. I had nothing. A crap hand. I sent back everything but my highest card, which was a nine and ended up getting another one. A pair of nines. Great.

Then I saw a grimace on Mikey’s face. Could it be…?

“Ready?” I asked.

“No, but…” Mikey set down his cards. He had a pair of threes.

“Aaaah…” I breathed. “Revenge at last.” I set down my cards.

Mikey laughed. “Yeah. You win this one.”

“Damn right. Off with the undies!”

Mikey got up and lowered his underwear down, then sat back, giving me my first ever view of a boy’s penis. Not just a penis, but a hard one at that. It was about five inches long, had a small amount of hair at the base and looked really… interesting. I had a fair idea of what my vagina was like, and I couldn’t begin to picture how something like that would fit inside me. Well, maybe I could a little, I thought, as I took a good look.

“So,” Mikey said into the silence filling the tent. “You want to keep playing?”

“Just for penalties?”

He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

I thought a few moments, my eyes wandering back to my brother’s hard penis. Finally I said, “Well, ok.”

“Or, you know, we could just…” I saw him thinking quickly. “Well, we could just take turns daring each other to do things.”

I shrugged. “Sure. I was getting kind of bored with cards anyhow.”

“Ok! Who goes first?”

“I do,” I said firmly. “You already got to do lots of penalties on me.”

“Ok.”

I thought a moment. “So, ok, get up and let me see your butt.”

Mikey got up onto his knees and turned around. His ass was round and firm and smooth. It actually looked really nice. Hell, my brother just looked nice naked period, I was realizing. No wonder some of my friends had crushes on him.

“Ok, you can sit down,” I said after a moment, though during that moment I’d let my fingers briefly brush against my vagina.

Mikey sat back down. “Ok, your dare is… uhm… well, get up like I did and let me see your butt.”

“Ok.” I got up on my knees and faced away from my brother, wondering if he liked the view of me as much as I’d liked the view of him. I wanted to turn around to see if he was touching his penis like I’d touched my vagina, but I knew that would probably not be a smart idea.

“Ok,” Mikey said after a bit.

I turned around and sat back down. Mikey’s hands were nowhere near his erect penis, but I hadn’t expected them to be.

“Ok, so what’s my dare?” Mikey asked

I thought about this for a few seconds. “Well, you got a good look at my vagina, so let me get a good look at your penis.”

“Ok.” Mikey got up onto his knees, putting his penis in easy view of my eyes. I took a good look. As I’d already noticed, it was about five inches long, maybe a little less, with just a little brownish hair at the base. It was also pulsing faintly. I knew it was blood that got it hard, so I guessed it was Mikey’s heartbeat. I still wasn’t sure something like that could actually fit inside my vagina, but obviously it could, at least in theory. Since he was my brother, I wouldn’t actually be testing this theory.

“It looks cool, Mikey,” I said after a bit.

“Thanks.” He sat back down. “Ok, ready for your dare?”

“Sure.”

“Can I touch your vagina, Kathy?”

“Uh…” I thought about this for a few seconds, but not too many. “Sure, I guess. I mean, you dared me, so I have to.”

“Ok.”

I laid back and spread my legs. Mikey got between them and, rather shyly, placed his hand directly onto my vagina. He traced his fingers back and forth along my slit, brushing against my clitoris a couple times. It felt just amazing!

“Do you like it?” Mikey whispered.

“Yeah…”

“Me, too…”

After a couple minutes went by, I finally said, “Mikey?”

“Yeah?”

“My turn to dare you now.”

“Oh, ok.”

I had a million ideas coursing through my brain, but I settled on saying, “Let me touch your penis.”

“Ok.” Mikey got up onto his knees again.

I reached out and brushed my fingers against the shaft of my brother’s penis. It was very warm to the touch and surprisingly smooth. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the hardness under the skin. I decided I liked it.

A couple minutes went past before I said, “Ok… time for you to dare me again.”

“Alright.” We both sat back down. Mikey thought for a few seconds and then said, “Where does the boy’s penis go?”

“You mean inside me?”

“Yeah.”

I lie back a little and spread my legs wide. With my fingers, I reached down and parted my vaginal lips, giving my brother a good view of the entrance.

“There?” he asked, pointing.

“Yeah.”

Licking his lips, Mikey said, “Can I… would you let me…” He swallowed a little. “Can I put my penis…” He turned a bright red and swallowed again. “Uh… I mean… my pinky… in there?”

It was REALLY clear he hadn’t meant to say that. At least I didn’t think that was what he was originally planning to say. Maybe it was a Freudian Slip. But he’d asked about this pinky, not his penis, which was good, because I had no idea what I would’ve said if he had asked for that. As it was, I knew exactly what to say.

“Ok, but put it in slowly.”

“Ok.” Mikey placed his finger against the entrance to my vagina and slowly began to push. He moved his finger back and forth, and soon had it all the way inside me. It was the first time anyone’s but mine had been in there, and I really, REALLY liked it.

“Do you like this?” my brother asked.

“Yeah…” I whispered. Looking down, I said, “Move a little closer.”

“This way?” Mikey said, scooting closer.

“Yeah…” Now his penis was in range. I reached out and put a hand around it, stroking slowly.

We lay there like that for a good several minutes, gently masturbating each other. We weren’t trying to reach orgasm or anything like that; we were just having a good time touching one another. If nothing else, it was very comforting.

Then as he fingered me, Mikey leaned down and kissed each of my nipples. It felt really incredibly nice, but not nearly as nice as what happened next, when he moved his face down and kissed me right above my clitoris as he worked a second finger into my very wet vagina.

“Oh…” I moaned a little, stroking him faster.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah…” he whispered, moving his fingers more rapidly within me, and then started running his tongue along my clitoris. It felt absolutely stunning. I couldn’t believe how great it was! Then a couple moments later, Mikey said, “Oh… Kathy, I’m gonna cum soon…”

I kept stroking his penis, wondering what would happen next. I had my answer moments later, as Mikey moaned loudly, and several streams of white fluid splashed out onto my leg and hand.

Panting a little, Mikey collapsed slightly, two fingers still inside my vagina, and then looked up at me from between my legs. “Wow…”

I giggled. “Glad you liked it.”

“Did you cum?”

“Me? No.”

Saying nothing further, my twin brother bowed his head and resumed licking all over my clitoris while he fingered me. It was really incredible and now that I knew he was trying to get me off, I just closed my eyes and let it happen. It didn’t take long, either. Only a minute or two went by before the pleasure of orgasm washed over my naked young body.

Once we were both done cumming laid there on the ground for a bit. Then Mikey said, “I gotta clean off.”

“Yeah, me, too.” I was aware of his sperm on my hand and leg.

There were a couple wet-naps inside the survival kit. We used those to clean up, and then grabbed a couple snacks. The entire time we were still nude. It was warm enough inside the tent that we weren’t cold, plus, well, we liked to see each other naked.

After a bit, as it began to grow darker outside, we decided it was time to sleep. Neither of us talked about sleeping naked, we simply got into the sleeping bag nude and turned off the lamp.

There was some light coming in from outside the tent. The Moon had come out, I guessed, and was bright in the sky. It was enough light to see Mikey’s face close to mine. He reached out and placed a hand on my cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, Kathy,” he whispered.

“You, too…”

He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine as his hand moved down to cup one of my breasts.

“I want to make love to you,” my twin brother whispered.

“I want that, too,” I replied, kissing him gently.

“Roll onto your back.”

“Ok.” I rolled over and spread my legs.

Mikey got between them, kissing first my breasts and then my mouth as he settled down on top of me. He then reached down between our bodies and began poking his penis against me, obviously trying to get inside me. He wasn’t aiming quite right, though.

Reaching down myself, I took my brother’s penis in my hand and lined him up, the tip pressing slightly into me.

“There,” I whispered.

“Ok.”

Mikey looked into my eyes and I felt him push with his hips. At first nothing seemed to happen. Then there was an odd pressure between my legs. Then I began to experience the most amazing sensation of my life as, slowly but surely, my twin brother’s fourteen-year-old virgin penis began to slide down into my fourteen-year-old-virgin vagina. It seemed very slow at first, but then he moved back and forth a little and was all the way inside me.

There were no easy words to describe how I was feeling. Sure, physically it was incredible, but more than that there was an emotional bond there. I honestly felt closer to my brother than I ever had before. Of course, this was at least in part due to the fact that part of him was now inside me.

I was also surprised it didn’t hurt at all. I felt pressure, but no pain. I’d heard it usually hurt the first time a girl had sex, but not in my case. Not that I was complaining, I was just surprised.

I looked up at my brother’s face, which was a mask of pure pleasure. I still couldn’t really believe we were making love, but we were, and so far I had no regrets at all about that.

“Oh, Kathy,” Mikey whispered. “Oh, this feels wonderful…”

“Yeah…” I whispered back, putting my arms around my twin brother’s nude body.

Giggling a little, Mikey said, “I guess we’re not bored, now…”

“No…”

Mikey pulled back with his hips and pushed forward, his penis moving inside my vagina. “Does that feel ok?” he asked.

“Oh, yes…”

Mikey moved back and forth again. “Oh, god, this is nice… we should’ve done this a long time ago…”

“Yeah…”

Mikey began moving with a steady rhythm now. Each thrust of his penis into me felt like a glimpse into heaven, especially when he pressed up against my clitoris. I let out a little moan of delight and move my hands on my twin brother’s muscular ass, feeling it move under my hands as he fucked me.

The pleasure between my legs began to build as Mikey started moving faster and faster. I didn’t think I was likely to have an orgasm, but if I didn’t, I was certainly going to end up being very close.

Then Mikey’s thrusts into me got very fast. Suddenly he let out a loud moan and pushed hard against me, holding himself steady. From my own experience, I knew my brother was having an orgasm, and I felt his penis begin to pulse inside me as his sperm was released into my vagina.

Breathing hard, Mikey gave a couple last thrusts, and then stopped, holding his slightly sweaty nude body above mine, his penis still stiff inside my vagina.

“Wow,” Mikey managed to say after a bit.

“Yeah…”

“That was… amazing.”

“Yeah, it was.” I hugged him tight.

He hugged me back and then laughed a little. “This is much better than playing cards.”

I laughed back. “Yeah!”

Mikey looked down at me. “So… this was ok to do, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we are brother and sister, so…”

“Yeah, it is incest, huh?”

“Yeah.”

I thought about it for a few seconds. “Well… it’s too late now. Besides, it feels good, right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mikey moved his hips, his penis sliding around within me. “It’s real nice.”

“Yeah…”

Mikey moved a little more. “Can I keep going?”

I smiled up at my naked, sweaty twin brother, savoring the sensation of his penis all way deep inside my vagina. “I’ll kill you if you stop.”

Mikey giggled and began fucking a little faster. It felt mind-bogglingly incredible. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight; enjoying the sensations his body was giving mine.

Our second bit of intercourse lasted a little longer than our first, though not by much. I guessed it was probably about five minutes before Mikey’s sperm shot into me once more. The best part, though, was that just before he did that, I had my orgasm, with my vagina clutching hard at my brother’s thrusting penis.

This time after he was done cumming, Mikey slowly slid his penis out of my vagina, and then lay down on the ground next to me, both of us breathing hard.

“Wow,” he managed to say after a few moments.

“Yeah.” I leaned over and hugged him. ”That was nice, Mikey.”

“Yeah.” He hugged me back, holding me tight. Then he said, “We should probably get to sleep.”

“Ok.” I gave him a little kiss and rolled over onto my side. Moments later I felt him wrapping his body around mine and then I slowly drifted off into the haze of sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I felt happier and safer than I’d felt since before we’d gotten onto the plane. I was lying on my back, and turning my head I saw Mikey laying on his side, facing away from me. I smiled, thinking about everything he and I had done last night. It had been so wonderful. It made this whole experience worthwhile.

I turned over and snuggled up next to my brother, savoring the heat from his nude body against mine. It was nice and comforting to be like this with him, I thought. I wondered how I would’ve survived without him.

While Mikey slept, I let one of my hands circle around to the front of his body. I found his penis and wrapped my hand around it. Not surprisingly, he was already erect. That was nice. It would save time.

I started stroking him slowly, thinking to myself how strange it was that I’d so easily accepted this new aspect of my relationship with Mikey. Part of it was simply that it felt very good, but there was also the fact that, well, I didn’t know if we were going to live through all this. Having sex with Mikey was, if nothing else, a distraction from reality.

I kept masturbating my brother for about a minute or so before he twitched and woke up. He turned his head, looking a little confused, and then smiled at me.

“Well… good morning.”

“Good morning.” I kissed him on the nose.

“Heh…” Turning over onto his back, he stretched a little. “You sure know how to wake a guy up.”

“Glad you like it,” I replied, continuing to slowly stroke his penis.

Reaching over to cup one of my breasts, Mikey said, “I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this stuff. I almost thought it was a dream last night.”

“It was,” I said with a smile. “But it’s the kind of dream that’s true.”

Mikey giggled. “Yeah… it’s so cool that we’re not virgins.”

“That’s true,” I said, pulling the sleeping bag back to expose our nude bodies. “Virgins don’t get to do this,” I continued, straddling my brother’s waist and lowering my vagina down onto his penis.

“Yeah…” Mikey whispered. “Wow, incest rocks…”

I laughed and, “Hell, yeah,” then began moving up and down on my brother’s penis. Having him inside me felt so right, and so good.

My twin brother reached up with one hand and placed it on my hip, and the other hand on one of my breasts, cupping it and rubbing the nipple as I rode him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bliss of multiple forms of stimulation.

This time Mikey was inside me for longer than he had been total for our first two times. It was nearly five minutes before he shot his sperm into my vagina. I wish I could say my own orgasm followed right after, but that wasn’t the case. I didn’t have one this time. Oh, well. Mikey did, and that was what mattered.

Once we were done with our first fuck of the morning, my brother and I got dressed and headed out of the tent. It was above freezing, though probably not by too much. It was enough that the snow was melting, though, which was good, cause probably about a foot or so had fallen overnight.

We spent the next hour or so clearing a path to the fire pit, then getting all the snow out of it. Thankfully, we had some dry firewood we’d put under some branches. It had some snow on it, but not much, and it wasn’t too much longer before we had a nice fire going. We used that to cook up some of the fish we’d set aside after our fishing expedition. The cold had kept it nice and fresh.

Once we had some food in us, we got everything together and went out to try and catch some more fish. We figured we could never have too much food set aside.

As we walked, we talked. We talked about all sorts of things, but not, interestingly, about the sex we’d been having. I wondered why. I mean, it wasn’t something I was really feeling pressure to talk about, but still.

When we got down to the river, we started doing our best to catch some fish. We didn’t know if the cold would keep them away or drive them closer or what, but we figured we’d find out soon.

We fished in silence at first, but after about ten minutes Mikey said, “Hey, Kathy?”

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking about something.”

“What?”

Looking down into the water, Mikey said, “What if you get pregnant?”

I didn’t say anything for about a minute or two. Then I said, “Well… if I do, I do, that’s all. I certainly don’t want to stop having sex.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t WANT to have a baby, but if you get me pregnant, well, then you do. If I do have to have a baby, having one with you would be nice.”

Mike grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He took a step closer. “You wanna go try and make one now?”

I was caught between arousal and the need to catch some fish. Oh, well, I thought. We could fish later. I took my brother’s hand and went with him back to the tent, where we spent the next couple hours trying to make a baby.

* * *

Very slowly a month went by.

Mikey and I spent a lot of time fishing and occasionally hunting, catching nothing but rabbits, though we did spot a couple deer. We did this in addition to collecting firewood and waiting for rescue.

Of course we also spent lots of time with my brother’s penis inside my vagina, quickly losing track of how many times we made love, but enjoying every second of it.

We figured it was pretty likely by now that I was pregnant. If I wasn’t, it sure wasn’t from a lack of trying. We had sex at least five or six times a day. We talked often now about the idea of having a baby and what we’d name it and such. It was a distraction, if nothing else.

The closer we got to the one-month mark, the more we started talking about leaving, and trying to get out of here. We figured if we followed the river, it wouldn’t be too long before we’d either reach the ocean, or a town, or something. It wouldn’t be an easy trek, but it hopefully wouldn’t be too bad. We talked about it, but we never seemed to actually get around to doing it.

Then one day in the middle of our sixth week, something major happened that finally motivated us.

It was a sunny and comparatively warm day. Mikey and I were outside, enjoying the weather. It was one of those perfectly clear days that you sometimes get up in the mountains.

We were also completely nude and spreading out the sleeping bag on the ground. We’d taken it out to a small meadow because we’d wanted to see what sex outdoors would be like. It wasn’t really THAT warm, but the sun felt good on our nude bodies and we figured that we’d warm up pretty quickly.

We laid side-by-side on the blanket, Mikey cupping one of my beasts as we began kissing.

“You are so pretty,” he said to me.

I giggled and reached down to stroke my brother’s penis. “You’re pretty fuckin’ hot, and pretty hot when fuckin’.”

Mikey laughed. “Yeah, well, not as hot as you.”

“True.”

Mikey kissed a path down my body, and once his face was between my legs he stuck out his tongue and began licking my vagina and clitoris. I smiled softly and stared up at the clear blue sky. If this wasn’t heaven, I thought, we could at least see it from here.

I moved my body around to bring my face level with my brother’s penis and took it into my mouth. We didn’t sixty-nine like this too often, and I didn’t know entirely why. It was certainly a lot of fun! We spent a few minutes doing this. Not enough to even get us close to orgasms, though it felt very good.

After a couple minutes of giving each other oral pleasure, Mikey turned back around, got on top of me, and slowly sank his penis down into may vagina. I watched his face as he penetrated me; still blown away by how sexy he looked when he was inside me.

As Mikey began to fuck me, I moved my hands back to their usual resting place on his firm, smooth ass. I still loved the feeling of the muscles moving under the skin while we screwed.

It soon became clear that this was going to be one of those times when I’d have an orgasm during sex. The site of my brother’s beautiful nude body on top of mine and the warmth of the sunlight streaming down upon us in our incestuous coupling combined to push me over the edge; my vagina contracting sharply around Mikey’s thrusting penis as waves of pleasure swept through my teenage body.

Almost as soon as my orgasm was over with, Mikey started his, firing yet another blast of sperm into me. I wondered how many times he had done that so far. I’d lost track after the first day or two, but it never stopped being a wonderful experience.

I also found myself wondering Mikey’s sperm was going to wind up doing what it was supposed to. I’d had a couple periods since we’d gotten here, so I wasn’t pregnant yet, but if we kept up like this, I likely would be soon.

Once was he done cumming, Mikey kissed me a few times, then slid out, lying next to me on the sleeping bag.

“That was nice,” he said, a little out of breath.

“Yeah,” I replied with a smile.

He sat up. “I’m gonna go clean up. Be right back.”

“Ok.”

I watched Mikey’s butt as he walked away, my mind drifting happily on the post orgasmic ocean. I was almost beginning to hope he and I would never get rescued. We could just stay up here; raise our family, live off the land… I knew it was a silly thought, but I couldn’t help it.

I sat up suddenly. Something didn’t feel right. There was a very strange smell in the air. I didn’t know what it was, but it smelled weird. Still naked, I stood up and moved slowly out of the trees towards the river. What I saw made my heart skip a beat.

There was Mikey, naked and rubbing some water on himself and there, outside his field of vision, was a rather big bear, moving along the river in his direction.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered. “Mikey… Mikey, turn around… see the bear…” I didn’t want to shout at him or anything and maybe scare the bear.

Then I remembered the rifle. We’d brought it with us, of course. We took it whenever we left the campsite. We never knew when we might find a rabbit to shoot and have something other than fish for dinner.

Moving quickly I ran over and grabbed the rifle. Just as I picked it up, I head Mikey scream and the bear roar. I ran out of the trees as fast as I could, ready to open fire.

Mikey had, of course, seen the bear. It wasn’t too far away from him at this point. He was running, but it was running faster. As I aimed, the bear took a swipe with one of it’s paws, knocking Mikey down. That at least gave me a clear shot, and I fired, hitting the bear square in the head. It blinked a little and looked confused. I fired twice more, and the bear let out a little sigh, and then dropped to the ground.

In a panic, I ran to Mikey. I took a moment to shoot the bear in the head one more time, just to make sure, and then looked at my twin brother. At first I thought he might be dead. His entire back was covered in blood, but then he moaned a little.

“Mikey!” I dropped down, forcing myself to look. There were three deep cuts on Mikey’s back.

“Cathy?” he whispered.

“Shush… don’t move. I’ll… I’ll be right back.”

“It hurts…”

“Don’t move,” I repeated. I got to my feet and ran, full speed, back to the campsite. Once I got there I grabbed the first-aid kit and sprinted back to Mikey. I wasn’t gone more than ten minutes, but I knew that could be a long time in a situation like this.

“Mikey?” I said once I got back. He whimpered a little.

“I thought you weren’t… weren’t coming back…”

“You should know better,” I said with a smile, despite the situation.

I cleaned off the blood. The cuts weren’t too deep, but they were going to need stitches. I poured some rubbing alcohol into the wounds, wincing as Mikey whimpered in pain. Then, taking a deep breath, I got out the stitching needle and thread and started in.

It took me a good twenty minutes to get all three cuts stitched. It wasn’t pretty, but it would do. Then I poured some more alcohol into the cuts and slapped some bandages over them.

“You still with me, Mikey?”

“Yeah…” he mumbled. “I feel cold, though…”

Blood loss, I thought. “Don’t move, ok? I’ll be right back.”

“Ok…”

I washed off my hands, and then went to fetch the sleeping bag. Once I had it, I went back to the campsite. I put the bag in the tent, and then grabbed some food. With that I walked back to where Mikey was laying on the grass.

“Still awake?” I asked in lieu of asking if he was still alive.

“Yeah…” he whispered, sounding very weak.

“Here.” I crouched down. “Eat.”

I put some fish into Mikey’s mouth. He chewed and swallowed it. I fed him some more, until he’d eaten an entire fish. I also made sure he had some water.

“Ok… you think you can move?”

“I think so,” he said.

“Ok. Let me help you stand up.”

I helped Mikey to his feet and, rather unsteadily, we made our way, still totally naked, back to the campsite. As soon as we were there, I put Mikey face down on the sleeping bag.

“Now don’t turn over, ok?”

“I won’t… Thanks, Cathy… I feel a lot better now.”

“Good. You gonna be alright if I leave you for, say, an hour or so?”

“I think so… why?”

Grinning, I said, “Cause I’m going to get us some bear meat for dinner tonight.”

It turned out getting any real meat off the bear’s body wasn’t as easy as I thought it might be. I did manage to get some good sized chunks, though. Then, with some REAL effort, I managed to push what was left of the bear into the river. I hoped it would get carried downstream. I didn’t want to have to deal with scavengers coming around looking for a feast.

The bear meat also proved to be very, very gamy once I cooked it, but both Mikey and I ate it with smiles on our faces. We’d survived the encounter. The bear hadn’t. That was all that really mattered.

Though some ketchup would’ve been nice.

* * *

For three days, Mikey didn’t move around too much. I was worried an infection was going to set in, and he was running a pretty high fever, but it passed after a bit. I made sure he had plenty of aspirin, which I knew would not only act as a painkiller but would also keep the fever at bay as much as possible.

By the seventh day after the attack, Mikey was sitting up and talking and seemed pretty much back to his normal self. On the ninth day he proved how back to normal he was by fucking me four times.

Two weeks after the attack, and Mikey and I were facing some serious choices. It was mid-May now. Clearly the weather was good enough that we could, perhaps, start to hike out of here. We figured if we followed the river we would, one way or another, end up getting to safety.

We made up our mind that we’d spend the day gathering as much food as we could, then tomorrow morning we’d pack up the campsite and head out.

The next morning we got up, reluctantly skipped sex, and packed up everything. We had a quick breakfast, which finished off the last of the food from the survival kit, and then we left a note inside of the wreckage of the airplane, saying that we were following the river downstream. Then, that done, we began to walk.

It was interesting how much Mikey and I had changed since we’d been here, I thought to myself as we hiked along the river. When we’d gotten here, he’d had a small amount of baby-fat, which was now a fading memory. We’d both gotten a little more serious about things, too. And of course there was also the sex. There was ALWAYS the sex.

We spent about a week walking steadily downward along the river. Each night we’d make camp, make dinner and make love. In the mornings, we’d fuck before we got out of the tent, and then catch some fish before packing up and heading out again. It was a nice little routine.

On the ninth day of our hike, during which we finally passed the snow line, we came to a large lake. After some discussion, we decided to walk around the lake completely to see if the river led out of it. It seemed likely it would.

Then our plans changed abruptly.

After about an hour or so of walking, we spotted a small dock on the far end of the lake. We fairly ran towards it, and were only slightly disappointed to see there wasn’t a boat there. At least it was some sign of civilization, though, as was the small path leading away from the dock. We followed it and after only a couple minutes found ourselves standing in front of a small cabin.

Clearly it was a hunting cabin. The door wasn’t locked and we let ourselves in. It was obvious no one had been here since probably last year. It was clean, and everything was nicely arranged. There wasn’t a lot inside; just a bed, a propane cook stove, a small bookshelf with some books, and little else. It did, however, sport a bathroom with a toilet and a shower. There was even a propane tank on the side of the cabin. Mikey and I both smiled at each other, clearly looking forward to showers, hot meals and a warm bed.

“I wonder who owns this place,” I said as we looked around.

Mikey shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. He’ll be up here pretty soon.”

“Oh? Why do you say that?”

Mikey pointed to a small American flag that sat on the bookshelf. “He’s probably American. He’ll be up here for Memorial Day weekend. That’s not too far off. At the longest, we’ll just have to wait until then.”

“Why do you assume he’ll be here then?”

“Cause it’s a long weekend and the kind of guy that owns a place like this will come up here for it.”

“Hmmm… maybe.”

“Trust me.” Mikey put an arm around my waist. “He’ll be up here then or at some other point not long after that. We don’t have too long to wait before we’re back home.”

“Yeah.” I sat down.

“Something wrong?”

I shrugged. “Well… it’s just that…” I thought for a moment. “Well, look, I want to be rescued, of course, and go back home and stuff… it’s just that I don’t want to stop doing what we’re doing.”

“Oh.” Mikey sat down next to me and kissed me. “Don’t worry. We won’t stop. I promise.”

I snuggled up to him. “Yeah, but what if people try to make us stop?”

Mikey shrugged. “They can’t watch us 24/7.”

“Yeah, there is that,” I conceded. I kissed him. He kissed me. This lead to about five hours of almost non-stop sex. Our first time ever doing it in a bed.

Over the next few days we lived in the cabin, just relaxing and enjoying the space. We still went fishing each morning, cause we had to have food, but we were a lot more optimistic about everything.

Mikey’s prediction about the cabin owner returning for Memorial Day Weekend ended up being exactly correct. We were just settling down to sleep on the Friday night of the weekend when we heard the sound of a plane. Throwing on our clothes we ran outside and saw a float plane landing in the lake. It taxied towards us, giving us a great look at the extremely surprised face on the pilot as he saw us waving to him.

His name was Stan Grossman, and he was a businessman down in Arizona. We told him who we were and what had happened to us, leaving out the sex part. He used his radio to notify the authorities that we were there, and arrangements were made to pick us up the next morning. That night we spent our last night in the mountains, sleeping on the floor in the sleeping bag.

By noon the next day, the Royal Canadian Air Force had picked us up and flown us out by helicopter. They took us to a nearby air base, where we were both given full medical exams. The physician raised an eyebrow when I asked for a pregnancy test, but didn’t comment. The test was negative.

Mikey was also pronounced fit. The doctors removed the stitching I’d put in and gave him some special skin treatments to reduce any scarring. When I saw him afterwards, he looked strange to me. It took me a few moments to realize that he was, for the first time in months, wearing new clothes.

We then got flown out to Prince Rupert, and by four in the afternoon we were in our parents arms. A press conference was held, and we got lots of praise in the media for keeping ourselves alive. I found myself wondering how the media would have reacted if they knew how we’d kept ourselves from being bored.

That night Mikey and I slept in our own warm, comfy, soft beds. No more sleeping on the ground. No more sleeping in a sleeping bag. No more… I sighed… no more sleeping together.

Then I heard a faint knock on the door and Mikey came in. He was wearing only boxers, which he soon ditched. There were no words. We didn’t need the words. We had each other.

END

Copyright 2007 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. No witty comment this time! Too sleepy… deal! 🙂

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Little Boy Blue – Part Two

October 24, 2008

Little Boy Blue – Part Two
By
Alex Hawk

I woke up kind of early the next morning. Eric was already out of bed and was sitting by an open window, smoking and blowing said smoke out it. He was gazing out at the world. His magnificent young body was still fully naked and he was idly stroking his penis.

“Now that’s something I could get used to seeing in the morning,” I said a little muzzily.

Eric started a little and looked over at me. He grinned and blew smoke my direction. “Yeah, I bet I can get you up every day.”

I nodded. “Yeah, probably.”

Eric put out his cigarette and walked back over to the bed, his semi-hard penis swinging between his shapely young legs. He gave me a little kick on the foot.

“So when you gonna get me laid?”

“Anytime you want!” I said enthusiastically, laying back and spreading my legs.

Eric rolled his eyes. “Not that way. I want pussy.”

“I’ll see if I can track down Samantha today. See if I can set something up.”

“Good. I’ll get myself comfy in the meantime.” He walked over to his backpack and started unloading and organizing everything.

I sat back up and started getting dressed. “So, what, you’re planning to just live here?”

“Yep.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” I tried.

Eric gave me a look. “You’ll get to suck my dick at least once or twice a day, dude. You tell me.”

“Point.” I went to the dresser and cleared out the bottom drawer. “Here, you can use this.”

“Cool, thanks.” Eric took a moment to pull on a pair of black boxer-briefs and then started putting the rest of his clothes away.

“Oh, you’re not going to get dressed, are you?” I asked as he put on some more clothes. All blue, of course.

“Yeah. I’ve got some stuff I gotta do.” Now fully clothed, he walked up and took my hand in his, placing it directly on his crotch. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get plenty of Ericdick.”

I sighed, rubbing a little and feeling the boy’s penis start to harden. “Oh, well. I guess you should probably be clothed for a little while, anyhow.”

“Yeah, especially if I’m going out.”

“Ok, ok. I guess while you’re out, I’ll try to get in touch with Samantha.”

“Sounds good.” Eric picked up his backpack, put on his hat and walked over to me, giving me a tight hug. “Thanks for letting me crash here for a while, dude.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, holding him close.

He pulled away. “Ok, see ya!” and was gone.

I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. What a boy!

An hour later, after taking time to jerk off, I went out, hoping to find Samantha quickly.

In this matter, I got pretty lucky. I found her sitting on the street outside of Denny’s trying to get change from passers by.

“Hey, Samantha,” I said, plopping down next to her.

“Oh, hey, Chance!” She leaned over and gave me a hug and a kiss. “How are you?”

“I’m doing good, doing good. And you?”

“I’m ok.”

“Good. Glad to hear it!” I grinned widely.

Samantha gave me a look. “What do you want?”

“Whatever makes you think I want anything?”

“Cause I know that look.”

I laughed. “Ok, well, I do maybe want a little something.”

“Oh?”

“I want your body.”

Samantha laughed. “You’ve already had it! It’s been three years. Now you want it again?”

“Well… yes, but not for me.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Ok, Chancey, out with it.”

“Well… how would you like to defile a virgin?”

“Oh?”

“He’s young, he’s cute, he’s still a virgin and he wants to get some pussy.”

“How cute?”

“VERY cute.”

“How virgin?”

I shrugged. “I’ve jerked him, blown him and had him fuck me, but all he’s done with girls is get a couple blowjobs.”

“Uh-huh… now… how young?”

“Uhm… fourteen?” I said with my best innocent look.

She rolled her eyes again. “You’re such a child molester.”

“That’s me!”

“But you say he’s pretty cute, huh?”

“Yeah. Blue eyes, blue hair, blue pretty much everything. Well, not blue-balls. Not lately, anyhow,” I said with pride.

“Blue…” She looked thoughtful and then brightened up. “Oh, hey, you’re not talking about that one boy who’s been wandering around lately? Wears all blue but with an orange hat?”

“That’s the one.”

“Hmmm… he is pretty cute…”

“You’ll get me fucking you, too, of course.”

Again she rolled her eyes. “Oh, what a great privilege.”

“Hey, if I fuck you once more, it’ll be twice as many times as I already have. And that’s twice as many as all other girls on the planet COMBINED,” I said, looking as serious as I could.

Samantha laughed. “Yeah, right. THAT’S a plus.”

“Oh, come on. I was good in bed.”

“Yes, you were. But you obviously wanted to fuck my boyfriend and not me,” she pointed out.

“Well… I DID like it with you. Admittedly, it was somewhat more fun fucking your boyfriend.” I grinned. “I wouldn’t mind doing it with you some more. Especially if I get to watch a very cute little boy lose his virginity to you in the process.”

“Well… alright. I’ll do it.” She stood up. “Let’s go get some boy.”

“Just like that?” I asked, standing up next to her.

“Yep. You know me. Once I make my mind up…”

“Yeah,” I said with a nod. “Plus, you know, you’re a slut.”

I didn’t realize a simple punch on the arm could hurt that much.

* * *

Once we got back to my apartment, Samantha and I killed some time just sitting around talking with each other and watching one of my gay porn tapes. She, like a surprisingly large number of girls, really liked watching cute boys have sex with each other.

“So is there anything special you have in mind for me and this boy?” Samantha asked.

I shrugged. “Not really. I wanna put his dick in you when he fucks you the first time, but otherwise I don’t care too much.”

“Good.” She looked at the clock. “So what is he supposed to be here?”

I shrugged again. “We didn’t really set a time.”

“Cool.” She ground out the cigarette I had been letting her smoke. “Wanna fuck for a while?”

I laughed a little, laughter which started to fade as Samantha began undressing. “Uh… the idea here was for Eric to fuck you?”

“So?” She was now just in her bra and panties. Despite myself I found my penis hardening. “I’d figured you were probably going to fuck me at least a couple times yourself.”

“Well… I never really thought about it,” I said.

Now naked, Samantha said, “Well, see, I’m horny, especially after watching this video. So… you wanna fuck?”

I considered her offer for a bit and then shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

“Good.” She went over to my bed and laid down as I took off my clothes. Once naked, I went over and laid down next to her. When I got there, she started stroking my penis slowly. “I assume you’re not going to be that interested in foreplay with me?” she asked.

“Uh…” I wasn’t quite sure what to say. The only other time we’d had sex her boyfriend had gotten her all warmed up. “Well… if you want me to go down on you… that’s not something I’m interested in. I guess I could finger you or something.”

“No, that’s ok. Just make sure you have Eric do everything to me, ok?”

“Ok,” I said with a cheerful grin, my penis twitching at the thought.

“Well, in that case, what position do you want me to be in?”

“I want him on top,” I said quickly.

Samantha rolled her eyes. “I mean right now, dumbass.”

“Oh! Sorry.” I blushed a little. “Uh… well, what’s your favorite?”

“I like having the guy on top.”

“Ok, then, I’ll get on top.”

Samantha laid back and spread her legs. “Go for it, then.”

“You need me to put on a condom?”

“No, it’s ok.”

“Ok.”

I got up on my knees and crouched down between her legs, staring at her vagina. Her boyfriend had been the one to put me in her the first time. I knew I could just ask Samantha for help, but I wanted to get it in her on my own. Plus, if I was going to be helping Eric fuck her, I should probably know what I was doing.

I moved forward until the tip of my penis brushed against Samantha’s vagina. Then I started sort of poking around, remembering that when I’d fucked her before, I’d felt a little wet place. Sure enough after enough probing I found it and pushed gently.

Success! I felt the tip of my twenty-three-year-old penis slide into something very pleasantly warm and snug. I pushed forward some more and eventually managed to get myself completely into Samantha’s eighteen-year-old vagina. Feeling very pleased with myself I let go of my erection and just sat there enjoying the sensations for a few moments. It WAS really nice inside her, I’ll admit that, even if it wasn’t quite as nice as fucking a guy. Maybe I’d have to fuck her some more at some point.

“Very nice, Chance,” Samantha said with a little grin. “You didn’t know where it was supposed to go at first, did you?”

I settled down on top of her, my penis completely inside her vagina. “Well, no, not really,” I admitted. I began to move back and forth.

“Try to keep it as deep in me as you can,” she said.

“Ok.”

It was very strange to me to think about the fact that I was fucking a girl while waiting for a cute little virgin boy to come back to my house so that I could molest him and watch him fuck her. I looked over at the nearby mirror while we fucked, admiring the way my body looked. I wasn’t gorgeous, but I wasn’t bad, and like many people, I looked just fine when I was fucking.

“Mmmm… yeah… that’s much better,” Samantha said, wrapping her legs around my waist while I fucked her.

I wish I could say that mind-blowing orgasms occured for both of us. I wish I could say that when I came inside her it was like angels singing and that she came at the same time I did, her vagina clutching at my thrusting penis.

This wasn’t really the case. I did cum, and shot my sperm into her, wondering as I did so what might happen if she got pregnant. Samantha came also, but it was about two minutes later and it took her stimulating herself while I held my penis within her until she climaxed.

After we were both done having our orgasms, I pulled out of her and we laid there together on my bed, quietly sharing a cigarette. When she was done smoking, Samantha sat up and got out of bed.

“Something wrong?” I asked, still not used to this whole heterosexual intercourse thing.

“No, no. Just gotta go clean up,” she said, picking up my old bathrobe. She put it on and went into the bathroom.

Shrugging a little and figuring that I might as well clean up, too, I walked into the kitchen and used a paper towel and some warm water with soap to clean off my penis. I felt kind of weird about having fucked Samantha. It wasn’t bad or anything, but I didn’t really enjoy it anymore than I enjoyed masturbating.

Once I was clean, I walked back into the living room and pulled on a pair of boxers. By the time Samantha got out of the bathroom I was sitting on the couch watching television.

“Anything good on?” she asked as she sat next to me.

“Not really.”

We settled on watching an old rerun of Friends. It wasn’t my favorite show, but Samantha liked it, and I figured I should try to make her happy.

A couple hours later I was beginning to get restless. I was wondering where Eric might be. I was worried that maybe something had happened to him. I should have given him my phone number, I thought. Just as I was starting to get real concerned, I heard a faint tapping at the door.

I smiled at Samantha. “Your boy is here!”

“Nothing like home delivery.”

I pulled on a t-shirt to go with my boxers and opened the door. There he was.

“Hey, I was wondering where you were.”

Eric grinned a little. “Yeah, sorry. I got busy.” He walked into the apartment and saw Samantha sitting on the couch in the bathrobe. “Oh! Hello,” he said, sounding a little off-center suddenly.

“Hello,” Samantha purred. “You must be Eric. I’m Samantha.”

“Hi!” He walked over towards her and reached out his hand.

Samantha shook it and patted the space next to her. “Put down your stuff and have a seat.”

Eric set down his backpack and sat next to Samantha. I sat down on the other side of him.

“So,” I said, reaching out and placing a hand on the boy’s thigh. “You ready to get laid?”

“This is really gonna happen, huh?” Eric asked, looking from me to Samantha.

“Yep,” Samantha replied, placing one of her hands on Eric’s other thigh. She ran it up to his crotch and cupped it gently. “You up for it?” she asked, rubbing.

“Ooooooh, yes.” Eric grinned shyly.

“Good,” Samantha whispered. She leaned over and started kissing Eric while she continued to rub the lump that had appeared in his sweatpants. Eric seemed unsure what he should be doing. Finally he settled for resting one of his hands on Samantha’s bare thigh and sort of held it there, not moving it or anything.

I was starting to get really, really horny watching this. My penis had already poked itself out of my boxers, and I reached down to give it a couple strokes. Then I let go of it and took hold of Eric’s shirt, working it off him and leaving him bare chested. Beautiful. I leaned down and started sucking and nibbling on one of his erect nipples.

Still continuing to kiss the boy, Samantha opened up the robe and shrugged out of it, leaving her completely naked. She then took Eric’s hand that had been on her thigh and placed it right between her legs, directly over her vagina. She rubbed his hand back and forth a little until the boy seemed to get the idea and started doing it himself.

Then Samantha stopped kissing Eric’s mouth and started kissing a trail down his smooth young body. When she reached his sweats, she reached inside and pulled out Eric’s hard teenage penis. Samantha gave the tip a couple kisses and then slowly lowered her mouth around it while Eric laid his head back and looked very content.

I placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head my way. “Enjoying yourself?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Eric said with a grin. Then to my surprised he leaned his head towards mine and started kissing me, soon working his tongue into my mouth. I was even more surprised to find one of his hands taking hold of my penis, stroking it while we kissed. The ability of this kid to discover new ways to make me happy was very pleasing. I could feel myself falling in love with him, despite my best efforts.

Samantha had moved down to kneel on the floor. While she was there she started tugging at Eric’s sweats. He lifted his butt up, never missing a beat while kissing me, and Samantha pulled them off him, leaving him beautiful and naked. I figured I might as well join in the fun. My shirt and shorts soon joined the pile of clothes that had formed on the floor.

Now Samantha’s hand joined Eric’s on the shaft of my penis and soon replaced it as Eric let go and put his arms around me while we kissed. As I felt her mouth slide around my erection, I took one of my hands and wrapped it around Eric’s most wonderful part.

“God, this is hot, Chance,” Eric whispered to me.

“I know.”

Samantha pulled her mouth up off me and Eric looked down at my penis. “Can I suck your dick for a bit? I wanna see what it’s like.”

“Sure!” I said, quite pleasantly surprised.

Samantha moved aside and started masturbating Eric while he moved his head down. He didn’t give my erection a wussy little taste or anything tentative like that. No, he just opened his mouth up, slid it down along my penis and then sealed his lips around it, moving his head up and down and trying his best to lick as he did so.

Now Samantha moved up and sat next to me on the couch, kissing me once she got comfortable.

“This boy is really, really sexy,” she said to me with a smile.

“You’re telling me?”

Samantha laughed a little and then let out a shaky moan as Eric’s hand found its way onto her vagina. Looking down at the boy while he kept blowing me, she said to him, “See if you can get a finger into me.”

Eric nodded and poked around. I saw a look of pleasure cross Samantha’s face as the boy managed to get a finger up into her tight vagina. It apparently excited him quite a bit, too, because he started blowing me with ever more enthusiasm.

Finally Samantha called out, “Ok! I can’t take it anymore. SOMEONE needs to fuck me!”

Eric froze and then pulled his mouth off my penis. “So… that means it’s time?”

“Yes,” I said, reaching down to pull the boy up to sit on the couch next to me. I gave him a little kiss and said, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Samantha said, “I want you on top,” and walked over to the bed, laying down and spreading her legs.

I put a hand on Eric’s shoulder and spoke softly to him. “You’re about to lose your virginity, Eric. You’re gonna fuck your first girl. Don’t worry about anything. Don’t worry about making her feel good, getting her pregnant or anything. Just have a good time, ok? If you cum in five seconds, that’s ok. If it takes you ten minutes, that’s ok, too. Just enjoy yourself.”

Eric took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok.”

I stood up and pulled Eric over to the bed. “Kneel between her legs.”

“Alright.” Eric did so, penis pointing up.

I got behind him and kissed his ear as I took his teenage penis in my hand. Stroking it slowly, I lined it up so that the tip was poking into Samantha’s vagina and whispered to him, “Whenever you’re ready, just push forward.”

Eric took a moment to collect himself and then I felt him start moving, the shaft of his wonderful fourteen-year-old virgin penis sliding past my hand and going up into Samantha’s tight eighteen-year-old vagina. Soon he was completely within her, my thumb and forefinger circling around the base of his shaft. I eventually let go of that and the boy was now inside his first girl.

“Whoa,” he said a little out of breath. “I’m really doing it, aren’t I?”

“You are,” I said, caressing his body and rubbing my penis against his bare ass. “How’s it feel.”

“Nice,” Eric whispered after a moment. “Very, very nice.”

I put my hands on his hips, pushing and pulling in time with his first thrusts. “Try to keep it as deep inside her as you can,” I said, remembering Samantha’s advice from earlier.

“Ok,” Eric gasped as he had his first fuck with a girl.

“That’s good,” Samantha whispered. “You’ve got a good one, Eric… you’re good…”

“Thanks,” he said a little breathlessly.

My penis was still resting against Eric’s butt while he fucked Samantha. I was getting serious stimulation from him each time he thrust. I longed to slide myself up inside of him, but I knew he’d not be really comfy with that idea, at least not yet. Maybe some other time.

Eric had started pumping faster. “I think… I’m gonna cum soon…” he panted.

“Oh, god, yes,” Samantha whispered. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him fiercely.

That was apparently enough. Eric grunted and moaned and his steady rhythm faltered. His entire body began twitching. I pictured his penis firing off inside Samantha’s vagina, his sperm shooting into her in search of an egg to fertilize. The vision I’d had last night was coming true.

Eric pulled himself up a little. “Wow,” he said in a laughing tone. “That was great…”

“So you liked it?” Samantha purred.

“Oh, yeah!”

“Good.” She kissed his nose. “Me, too.”

“Thanks,” he said, kissing her nose in return. Then he looked back at me. “Thank you, too, Chance.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, massaging his firm little butt.

“You want a turn?” he asked.

Shrugging I said, “Sure, if Samantha doesn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” she said with a tired grin.

Eric withdrew his young penis from Samantha’s vagina. It was glistening with wetness and a little string of sperm connected him to her briefly before breaking as he turned to lay on his back next to her, smiling with the sweet afterglow of lost virginity.

I now got between Samantha’s legs. With the combination of my fucking her earlier and now watching Eric fuck her, I had no problems at all getting my penis into her vagina. As I settled down into her I at least imagined that I could feel Eric’s sperm caressing me as I began fucking.

From the second I started moving, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I could see Eric’s lean naked body lying only a short distance from me and knowing that his penis had just been inside the vagina mine now occupied was an incredible turn-on. It was less than two minutes before my own sperm joined Eric’s on the quest for pregnantion.

Once I was done fucking, I joined my friends on the bed. I lit up a cigarette and we passed it around, not saying anything, just relaxing in the happiness of joyful sex.

Eric fucked Samantha about five times that night. I only fucked her once more, but I enjoyed masturbating while watching him going to town. At one point while he was fucking her, he asked if he could blow me a little more and kept going on me until I climaxed into his mouth, his own orgasm happening inside Samantha’s vagina mere seconds later.

The three of us spent many, many happy nights fucking our brains out. Eventually I got to fuck Eric while he fucked Samantha and then he did the same to me. We all had the most fantastic weeks of our lives.

At the end of the month, Eric and I found out that Samantha wasn’t on the Pill or anything. She missed her period and was obviously pregnant by one or the other of us. As none of us were ready for kids, I scraped (as it were), up enough money to get her an abortion. The pregnancy was over with, but the memories caused problems and Samantha never had sex with us again.

Eric and I continued to screw on a pretty regular basis. He came to really enjoy sex with me, though he refused to ever have sex with any other guys. It was a pretty sweet time for me, having an underage boy as my lover whenever I wanted him.

One day, though, Eric didn’t come home from his daily wanderings. Three weeks of worry and concern went past before I finally got an email from him. He’d been picked up by the police and returned to the foster system, ending up with a different family then the one he’d ran away from.

Eric told me in the next few emails that I got from him that he really missed me and he really loved me but it was time for him to move on and actually try and do something with his life. He’d settled in at the new place and was going to school. He also had a girlfriend who, he assured me, he always used condoms with when they fucked. He was happy and though he’d always think well of me, he said he probably wouldn’t ever see me again.

So far it’s been five years since I last saw him or heard from him. I still think about him from time to time, but just recently I picked up a fifteen-year-old gay boy off the streets and now he lives with me. Life for myself and Eric both has moved on.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk.

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