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In the FLiN – First Iteration Ver. 1.1

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October 22, 2008

In the FLiN – First Iteration Ver. 1.1
By
Alex Hawk

I was heading from my bedroom to the living room that night when I heard the faint sounds from my sister’s bedroom. I paused and stood there, listening quietly at the door, trying to figure out what was going on.

After just a couple minutes of listening, it was pretty obvious. Sennii was in the FLiN, and she was cybering.

I grinned a little, my penis stiffening as I remembered taking my sister’s cyber virginity last year when she was eleven and I was twelve. The feeling of sinking into her vagina, and knowing that I was the first boy to go there, was one of the most bisque memories I had so far in my life.

On a whim, I overrode the lock on my sister’s door, I spent a LOT of time learning how to manipulate computers, and peeked inside. There she was. She was laying on her bed, completely naked, legs spread and twitching slightly from time to time as she had sex in the FLiN. People didn’t move too much when they were inside, but most everyone at least twitched a little when they cybered. People didn’t usually cyber nude, either, but sometimes people did. There was a belief among some that it felt better that way. I’d done it a few times naked and I hadn’t noticed a difference.

I stood there in the doorway, looking at Sennii’s nude body and realized that this was the first time I’d ever seen a girl naked in real life. She looked exactly like how she looked in the FLiN. She had small breasts, very little pubic hair and a nice, thin body. She was really cute. I loved cybering with her.

I took a couple steps into Sennii’s room, admiring her body as she laid on her bed. I reached down and rubbed at my penis through my clothes. It had been a long time since I’d cybered with her. Too long, I realized now. I had to do it with her again soon.

Then I paused. I’d never had sex in real life, of course. I was only thirteen and way too young for that. Most people didn’t have real sex until after they were married, and sometimes not even then. Why bother with real sex, when you can just do it in the FLiN, and do it however you want?

But that didn’t mean that I wasn’t a little curious about real sex. And as I looked down at my sister’s twitching, naked body, I started wondering about the differences. How would it feel if, for example, I touched her body? Would it be the same or different from touching her in the FLiN?

Licking my lips, I thought I’d just touch her leg and see what happened. See what it felt like. So that in mind, I reached out and gently placed my hand on her inner thigh. Sennii didn’t react at all, but I did. My penis twitched at the contact as I realized that, yes, there seemed to be a difference. It might’ve just been my imagination, but it was there.

I moved my hand back and forth on my sister’s thigh. It was incredibly bisque! There definitely was a difference between this and in the FLiN. I didn’t know what it was. Something about the texture, maybe, that the computer couldn’t recreate. Of course I knew in the back of my mind that this was nonsense. The implants in our heads made sure that everything was true to life. What’s the point, otherwise?

But still… there was something different and very bisque…

I lifted my hand off my sister’s thigh and moved up to one of her small breasts, cupping it gently, feeling her hard nipple under my palm. Very nice. On a whim, I leaned down and gave her nipple a little lick and a suck. Sennii still didn’t react, which was fine with me.

My eyes wandered down towards my sister’s vagina and I got a different idea. Very slowly I moved my hand down until I reached her sparse strands of pubic hair. I ran my fingers through them and then, finally, carefully, I moved one of my fingers down and slowly inserted it into my sister’s vagina.

My mind went numb for a moment. Her vagina was amazing! It was warm, it was wet, it was sooooo tight! I moved my finger in and out of Sennii a couple times, marveling at how it felt. I KNEW it was different from the FLiN. I couldn’t, as it were, put my finger on why, but it was different and in a very important way.
It was better.

Sennii’s twitching and light moans increased. I knew she was getting close to cumming. I wanted to have my finger inside her while she climaxed, but I knew that would be a bad idea. Some people slipped right out of the FLiN when they were done cumming and I really didn’t want to deal with the idea of her waking up and seeing me with my finger in her, so I withdrew. Both from her vagina and from her room, and made my way back to my bedroom, pondering the possibilities.

* * *

It was about three days before I finally decided what to do. It was going to take me a while to get everything set up. The programming alone would be a challenge. But after a full three weeks of effort, I was finally ready to go.

The conclusion of my preparations dovetailed nicely with our parents paying a visit to Earth. I waited until their last night away before I finally put my plan into motion.

It began with me sitting in the kitchen killing time and eating while I waited for my sister to come out of her bedroom. I’d been monitoring her FLiN activities and knew that she was currently busy getting fucked by some boy. When she finished, I knew she’d come out and see me sitting there. I made myself busy reading a book.

Sure enough, not long after she was done, Sennii came into the kitchen. Looking down at me she said, “What are you reading?”

“‘Hero of Taggert’s Run’,” I replied. “It’s about how one lieutenant on the St Louis saved the remnants of the 3rd Fleet during the First Battle of Taggert’s Run.”

“History?” she asked as she got herself some food and sat down.

“Yeah, it’s pretty bisque.”

“Nice. I’ll have to check it out later.”

Trying not to grin, I said, “Sure, I’ll send it to you.” I closed my eyes and tapped into my implant, sending my sister not only the book, but a little something extra. “Done.”

“Bisque. Thanks.”

“No problem,” I said with total sincerity. “So what did you have planned tonight?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “Probably just spend the night in FLiN.”

“Cybering?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? I haven’t cybered in a few days.”

“I was on earlier with this boy named Arvid. He was pretty bisque.”

“Cute?”

She shrugged. “His avatar was. That’s really all that matters.”

Taking a moment to compose myself, I carefully said, “Yeah. You wanna cyber with me later? We haven’t done it in a while.”

Sennii considered the idea and then shrugged and said, “”Sure, it might be fun.”

“Bisque. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Ok.”

With that I stood up and cleared away my dishes before going into the living room where I switched on the HPD and turned on a sitcom I’d gotten to be fond of. My sister hated it, but she didn’t have any taste in what was good.

During one of the commercials, I said, “Hey, bisque!”

“What?” called out Sennii.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen. “They’re doing a series of news broadcasts from the starship Victory. That’s the one Captain Constantine is in command of.”

“Oh,” she said, obviously not recognizing the name.

With slightly strained patience I said, “You don’t know who that is, do you, Sennii?”

“Not really.”

“She’s the one who was the lieutenant at Taggert’s Run. The one who beat back the Kaldorn fleet long enough to let the 3rd Fleet escape.”

“Oh, bisque. I can see how you’d like that.”

“Yeah.”

I went back into the living room, Sennii tagging along. I wondered how long it would be before I’d get to put my plan into action.

“Anything good on after this?” she asked me.

“Anything good on after this?”

“Let’s see.” I scanned through the guide through the implant in my head. Shaking my head, I said, “Not really. There’s the remake of ‘Citizen Kane’ on later, though.”

Sennii made a face. “The one from back in the ’30’s? The one with Haley Joe Osmond, or whatever his name was?”

“Haley Joel Osment, and yes. With Ashley Olsen-Damon, too.”

She shuddered. “No, thanks. That’s about as anti-bisque as you can get.”

“True.”

Once my sitcom was over, Sennii said, “Since there’s nothing else on, you wanna cyber right now?”

I shrugged as my mind exalted. I was going to get to do this! WONDERFUL! But then, for some reason, I started to feel a little guilt. Cold feet, I guess. Maybe this wasn’t such a bisque idea after all. I mean, what I had planned wasn’t really moral.

My nerves finally got the best of me and I said, “I dunno. I was thinking I should probably go do my homework. I have a test Friday in my Physics of Hyperspace class. I have another one next week in xenososh, too.”

She shuddered. “I hate xenosociology.”

“Don’t we all.” I smiled. “I wouldn’t mind spending some time learning more about the Alanii, mind you.”

Sennii grinned back. “Me, either.”

I remembered a couple times I’d had sex with people in the FLiN who claimed to be Alanii. They weren’t bad in bed. If the real thing was anything like they were…

Sennii poked me. “So you wanna cyber?”

“Well, like I said, I gotta study,” I temporized.

“Yeah, but it was your idea to begin with. Don’t be a norbert.”

I sighed a little as my doubts began to flee. “Yeah. And it’s always nice with you, too.”

“Incest is best,” she replied.

I knew I was going to go for it. I said, “Ok. You wanna go to our rooms, or just do it right here?”

She thought about it for a moment and then said, “”Let’s just do it here. Mom and Dad aren’t due back from Earth until later. Hell, they probably haven’t even left Paris yet.”

“Ok. Your place or mine?” I asked, hoping she’d pick mine. It would be much easier that way.

“Let’s do yours.”

“Ok.” I let my eyes unfocus and slipped into the FLiN. More or less.

What really happened is that I went into the FLiN in invisible mode. This meant that my sister wouldn’t be able to see me. I set up the Eden program I’d used when I took Sennii’s cyber-virginity, then I sat back and waited for her to arrive. An instant before she turned up my “avatar” appeared in the garden.

Actually, he was a bot that I’d programmed. Making sex-bots was pretty easy. They’d come into wherever you were and have sex with you. But this wasn’t just a sex-bot. This was a persona-bot. He was designed to emulate my personality as much as possible. He’d be able to engage in light conversational banter, he’d react like I’d react to most stimulus, etc. Just programming him had taken me most of the three weeks I’d spent planning.

I watched as Sennii appeared and said, “Nostalgia?”

Thankfully the bot was smart enough to say, “Of course.”

As they advanced on each other, I pulled out of the FLiN completely and found myself sitting on the couch next to my sister. I looked over at her. She was totally out of it, submerged inside the FLiN.

Now for my next move. I stood up and pulled off all my clothes, leaving me completely naked. Then I reached down to Sennii and lifted up her small skirt. She was wearing rather filmy undergarments as most people tended to. Getting them off her was going to be a bit more of a challenge.

Or at least it would’ve if I hadn’t come prepared. I reached under the couch and pulled out a small vial. I opened it up and upended it over my sister’s underwear. At first nothing seemed to happen, and I wondered if the nanites inside the vial had died. I hoped not. They’d been almost as hard to program as the persona-bot had been.

Then I smiled as my sister’s underwear seemed to dissolve. The nanites were eating it away. It took about two minutes, long enough that I was starting to wonder if I’d have enough time to do what I wanted. I actually went back into the FLiN briefly to slow down time in the Eden program so that Sennii and the persona-bot would be in there longer.

Once the underwear were gone, my sister’s vagina was completely exposed to me. I reached down and rubbed a finger against her wet slit, slipping it up inside her. She was so very wet and tight! It still felt much better to me doing this in real life than it had in the FLiN. I didn’t know why, but I was willing to go with it.

I positioned myself between my sister’s legs and it occurred to me that after being sexually active for two years, I was only just now going to lose my virginity. It was a very surreal thought.

I moved around a bit to make sure that I was going to enter her properly. Once I was comfortable, I placed the tip at her entrance and pushed. I was astonished at how easily I penetrated, my thirteen-year-old virgin penis slipping so very quickly and easily into my sister’s very wet, very tight twelve-year-old virgin vagina. I pushed forward until I was all the way inside her, and then held myself steady.

The sensations traveling through my young body were incredible. I’d had sex more times than I could remember inside the FLiN, but actually doing it for real was soooo much more bisque! Maybe it was just an illusion. Maybe I just thought it was better because it was something different, and because I was doing something I shouldn’t have been.

Maybe, but I didn’t really care. I lifted my sister’s legs up and started slowly moving my penis within her vagina. It felt so wonderful inside of her! So great was the pleasure of having actual sex that it was just completely unreal.

I didn’t even bother to think about what I was going to do when I came. Why bother? I’d always cum inside the girl when I’d fucked in the FLiN. I knew that this was real life, so I should probably pull out, but I just couldn’t bring myself to. Instead, when the moment hit, I buried penis to the hilt inside my sister’s vagina and held still as my sperm fired off into her waiting young body. I pictured it traveling through her, trying to find an egg to fertilize and make our baby. It wouldn’t of course. Her fertility controls would see to that. But still, it was an interesting image.

When I was done cumming, I popped into the FLiN long enough to see that things were just about done. I quickly pulled my penis out of Sennii’s vagina, wiped up the sperm that was leaking out of her and took out the other vial of nanites. I sprinkled them onto her crotch and got dressed as some of them hunted out and destroyed the rest of my sperm while the rest made a new pair of underwear for her.

Once Sennii was completely ready to come back into reality, I sat back down on the couch and pretended to slip out of the FLiN just as she roused herself to consciousness. She looked over at me and smiled.

“Jovii… that was beyond bisque. It was almost like doing it for real!”

I smiled a sly, quiet smile and gave myself a mental pat on the back.

END ver 1.1

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Inter arma enim silen leges. Don’t believe me? Look at the Patriot Act.

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Holiday Cabin – Part One

First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Oral, Siblings, Straight, Teens, Tweens |

September 20, 2018

Holiday Cabin – Two Siblings, Only One Bed
By
Unknown

It was holiday time for Jessica and Jack, and their two children, Gareth and Wanda. The family of four were a little disappointed when they turned up at the holiday site. They were staying at a park by the beach, the park being a about forty quaint little log-cabins, with one, two or three bedrooms, all linked by gravel paths flanked with flower beds and neatly mown lawns. However, the family hit a snag when they arrived – the large three-bedroomed cabin they were scheduled to stay in had been double-booked. The camp-site manager informed them that they could stay in two smaller cabins, each with a single double-bedroom, which sounded pretty cool to the kids, Gareth and Wanda, who sensed a chance to escape their parents a bit by having their own house to themselves (albeit a small wooden house!)

“I’m not sure,” Jessica said,

“We’re not to keen on being split up as a family.”

“It’ll be fine,” her husband, Jack, reassured her,

“It’s only at night we’ll be split up, and the two cabins are right next to each other.”

“Well, how will we do this?” Jessica asked,

“Shall me and Wanda stay in one, and you and Gareth stay in the other? I’m not sure about the kids staying on their own each night, they might…I don’t know, stay up all night watching TV. Accidentally burn the place down. Whatever.”

“Oh, don’t worry about us mum,” Wanda said, brimming with excitement at the holiday ahead of them,

“We’ll be fine! Gareth and me can look after ourselves. You and dad don’t want to be split up anyway, do you?” This was true. Despite approaching their eighteenth wedding anniversary, Jessica and Jack were still very much in love in a physical way and couldn’t imagine not sleeping together for a whole fortnight! It was settled. The parents would stay in one cabin, Wanda and Gareth would stay in the other.

“It’s got just a double-bedroom,” Jessica told the kids,

“You’ll have to sleep together, so I don’t want any bickering over who’s on who’s side, who’s taking all the blanket.”

“We’ll be fine mum,” Wanda reassured her mother.

“Just as long as Wanda doesn’t snore,” said Gareth, receiving a light elbow in the ribs from his smirking sister. They went off to their accomodation, two small, neat little log-cabins near the sandy beach. Jessica and Jack went to their cabin and their children strolled of to theirs. Wanda was eleven years old. She was sometimes rather girly but mostly a bit of a tomboy, especially as she spent so much time hanging around with her brother. Four-foot-six in height, Wanda had chestnut brown hair cut fairly short. She had a cute round face, her eyes were deep blue and she had a sharp little nose and the sweetest of angelic smiles. Wearing jeans and a yellow T-shirt, Wanda entered the cabin, eyes wide with awe as she admired her small little home for the next two weeks. She had no bra on, her breasts only just hinting at beginning to grow. She had a cute little round bum though, hugged tightly in her jeans. Gareth entered the cabin behind his sister. He was twelve, three-months shy of his thirteenth birthday, and had the same brown hair (albeit shorter) and blue eyes as his sister. He had a charming face that was both handsome but distinctly cute and boyish, and being a bit of a late developer in terms of growth, still a good four-inches short of five-foot, he looked a bit younger than his age. Sometimes he and Wanda were mistaken for twins. He was wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans. The front door to the cabin opened up into the large living area, with a sofa, TV, cupboards and a fitted kitchen area in the corner. Gareth joined his sister in ooh-ing and aah-ing as they prowled the living room area of the cabin flicking on the TV, admiring the little ornaments on the shelves, looking in the cupboards in the kitchen area in the corner and dumping their suitcases on the floor.

“Let’s check out the bedroom,” Wanda said.

“Ok,” her brother agreed,

“Wherever it is!” Against the far wall of the large living room area, there was a panelled wall with two doors. Gareth opened one and found that it was a small bathroom with just a sink, toilet and a shower.

“Nice,” Gareth commented.

“This must be the bedroom then,” Wanda declared, going to the other small door and swinging it open. The bedroom was tiny, a square-shaped room about twelve-feet down each side, most of it taken up by the double-bed. The bed was flanked by small cabinets on which were lamps and a picture of a medieval sailing boat hung above the bed. A large window looking towards the beach ensured the cozy little room was well-lit.

“Hmmm, nice,” sniffed Wanda.

“It’s cool,” gareth said, joining his sister in the room,

“A bit small, but what the heck. We’ll be on the beach most of the holiday.” The double-bed had bright blue covers and soft looking pillows. gareth sat on the side by the window.

“I’ll take this side,” he declared.

“Oh, don’t get so territorial,” laughed Wanda, who then sat on the other side of the bed,

“I’ll take this side! And don’t move onto my side brother, stay on your side!”

“Who’s being territorial now!” laughed gareth. He got up on the bed and sat back, sitting up against the headboard. Wanda did likewise, both getting a small but barely conscious thrill out of laying on a bed with someone of the opposite sex. They sat in silence for a moment, both thinking secretly of that night, of what it would be like to be under the covers in just their pyjamas, sleeping next to someone. Being eleven and twelve respectively, Wanda and Gareth didn’t have any sexual experiences to speak of so even just the innocent (supposedly) act of sharing a bed with a sibling was a little bit thrilling. They were lost in their own thoughts a moment later when Jessice entered the cabin and walked into the bedroom.

“You okay kids?” she smiled. She was a tall woman with long black hair, wearing a short skirt and tight T-shirt that showed off her slender figure.

“Fine mum,” declared Gareth,

“We’re just admiring the bedroom.”

“It’s a bit small,” Wanda commented.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s fine,” Jessica said,

“Your dad and me have a room the same size of this. You kids are lucky, you’re both small. Small kids, small room. It suits you.”

“The rooms cool mum,” Gareth insisted, not wanting his fussy little sister unintentionally clouding the first day of the holiday with her minor complaints.

“Are you kids going to explore later?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, soon,” Wanda said,

“We’ll go to the beach I think. What time is it?” She looked at her little pink watch.

“Half-past-two. It’ll still be hot for a while. Hey, fancy a swim Gareth?”

“Sure,” her brother replied.

“Let’s get our swimming cozzies. Are you coming to the beach mum?”

“Maybe later. Your dad and me will unpack first. You kids go and enjoy yourself. Just be careful, remember to put some sun-tan lotion on and be back here at four. Keep an eye on each other too, don’t get split up and lost.”

“We’ll be fine mum,” Gareth said, hopping up off the bed, unable to understand why mothers worry so much when their kids are perfectly capable of looking after themselves, thank you very much. Jessica left the cabin and Gareth and Wanda went to the living-room area of their cabin. They opened their suitcases and fished out their swimming costumes. Gareth began taking off his T-shirt.

“Go and get changed in the bedroom sis,” he said, fingers poised to undo his jeans.

“Why?” demanded Wanda.

“Cos I’m getting changed here. You get changed in the bedroom. Go on, hurry!”

“Why can’t you get changed in there?”

“Because I said so. Go on, go into the bedroom. Unless of course you fancy getting changed in front of me.”

“Well, so what if I do,” grinned Wanda.

“Doesn’t bother me,” Gareth insisted,

“But I’m getting changed in here too. I’m going to take off my jeans in ten-seconds whether you’re here or not….ten, nine, eight, seven…” Wanda grinned and stood there.

“…six, five, four…are you going to clear off or not sis?”

“I want to watch you get changed.”

“Three, two…one…look creep,” laughed Gareth,

“Stop mucking around and go and get changed in the bedroom. Then we can go to the beach.” Wanda hesitated a moment then flashed her brother a grin before she wandered off into the bedroom. There, she removed her clothes. Briefly she admired herself as she stood nude, running her hands over her tender flesh. Her body was approaching puberty but it was not in any hurry. Her breasts were pretty much non-existent, just a tiny hint of budding flesh. Her nipples were dark red against her pale skin. Wanda had no pubic hair and she ran her hands around her pubic area, feeling the smooth skin and wondering what it would be like to have a fuzzy patch of hair there like some of the girls in her class at school, some of whom had loads of hair there when Wanda had caught a glance as they changed after Physical Education lessons. Wanda let her hands wander (pun intended) around her hips, feeling them still narrow but fleshing out a tiny bit. Her hands roamed round to her bottom, which she was proud of in that it was fairly plump, sticking out a little, not enough to be prominent or chubby but still nice and shapely, something to be proud of. One of Wanda’s friends at school had fairly big boobs for a girl of thirteen and liked wearing low-cut tops to show off her cleavage. Wanda may have been flat-chested, but she knew she had a nice round arse so she showed it off by wearing tight jeans or shorts that attracted the eyes of many boys (including her brother Gareth, she’d noted recently)

“You almost finished?” called Gareth, knocking on the bedroom door impatiently.

“Almost,” said Wanda, shaken out of her thoughts. She picked up her bikini. It was a two piece one, bright pink. She pulled on the panties, feeling them hug her shapely bum. Then she put on the top half, a little peeved that she didn’t really need it on account of her lack of tits, but nonetheless proud that she looked good. Her small legs were nice and slim and her pale belly was flat. All in all, she thought justifiably, she was a hot little eleven year old! She ran her hands through her hair and left the bedroom.

“All ready?” the boy said, grabbing a towel and trying to hide his obvious appreciation of his sister’s tender young body in the tight bikini.

“Yeah,” Wanda smiled, eyes briefly appraising her brother’s lean, firm young torso. She grabbed her towel, some sun-tan lotion and sunglasses and they left the cabin, locking the door before hurrying off to the sandy beach.

Ten-minutes later, the siblings were at the beach. The sand was fine and light, the children’s bare feet sinking smoothly into the fine white grains. It was reasonably busy, but not packed, with other bathers and sun-seekers. The sea was light blue and calm, just like the cloudless sky.

“This’ll do us,” Gareth said, laying out his large blue towel on a random patch of sand twenty-feet from the lapping waves.

“It’s as good a place as any,” Wanda said. She lay out her pink towel and threw her sun-tan lotion onto it along with her pink-framed sunglasses. She sat down and took the top off the sun-tan lotion. Gareth remained standing, idly looking around. There was a woman sunbathing nearby in a skimpy, two-piece red bikini. She was about thirty, with a slim, sexy body, bronzed in the sun and glistening wetly from a recent dip in the ocean. Her breasts were very big and Gareth licked his lips as he looked at them. Worried he might be spotted perving at the woman’s tits, he looked around elsewhere. Splashing in the sea were a couple of young women, also in skimpy bikinis, and nearby a father stood up to his knees in the water whilst keeping an eye on his daughters, who were about ten and seven, splashing and swimming about in just bikini bottoms, neither having any tits to require covering up. Then Gareth looked back to the big-breasted woman lying nearby, and more specifically at her cleavage. Realizing he was beginning to get a stiffie, Gareth looked away. He was trying to memorize those images for a nice wank that night when he remembered that he wouldn’t be able to – he’d be sleeping with his sister! He figured he’d have to do it in the shower.

“Gareth?” said Wanda,

“Could you do my back?” Her brother looked round. Wanda had slathered some lotion onto her skinny legs and arms, also her belly, her tender young flesh glistening wetly.

“Do what?” asked Gareth, the images of female flesh still dancing in his mind.

“Do my back,” repeated Wanda,

“Put some sun-tan stuff on it.”

“Oh, right,” Gareth smiled, and he knelt down on his sister’s towel, Wanda handing him the bottle and kneeling up, facing away from her brother. Gareth squeezed some of the white lotion into the palm of his right hand, put the bottle aside, and rubbed his hands together, greasing them up with the lotion. The back of his sister’s bikini-top was thin, most of her back exposed. Not having much experience with physically touching female flesh, Gareth savoured this moment as he placed his slick hands to his sister’s bare shoulders. He began rubbing, feeling how firm his sister’s skin was. Her ran his hands over her upper back and was grateful that his swimming shorts were fairly baggy and would disguise his semi-hard-on. The boy ran his hands down to Wanda’s lower back, rubbing in the lotion, aware that – kneeling up and sitting on her calves – Wanda’s bikini bottom had slid down ever so slightly, just giving a tiny hint of the cleavage between her cute round buttocks. Gareth looked down, his hands back up rubbing his sister’s shoulders as he tried to get a better look, admiring Wanda’s bottom and the slight rise of flesh of her buttocks above the tight waist-band of the bikini-bottoms.

“All done?” Wanda asked after a moment.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Gareth said.

“You’d better put some on too. I’ll do your back.” Gareth applied the lotion to his arms and legs, then his torso, wanting to hurry up and have his sister touch him. When he’d done the parts he could reach, he knelt up and faced away from his sister, Wanda dutifully squeezing some lotion into her small hands and rubbing them over her brother’s shoulders. She admired the boy’s smooth skin, the toned muscles of his shoulders and upper back. He was still very boyish, not being far into puberty, but there was a nice hint of manliness hinted at in his frame. Wanda spent a long time running her fingers over her brother’s back, rubbing in the lotion, unaware of how Gareth breathed deeply and savoured this moment forever, his eyes closed as he felt his sister’s gentle touch. He didn’t notice his sister savouring this moment, or the way she spent twice as long as was necessary applying the sun-cream. After a couple of minutes though, Wanda finished up.

“Fancy a swim?” she said, bounding to her feet.

“Race you there!” Gareth said, leaping up and sprinting towards the sea.

“Hey!” called Wanda, laughing as she ran after her brother. They splashed into the sea, hurrying in to where it was deep enough to dive in.

The youngsters swam about for half-an-hour before they tired out and trudged out the water, their young skin dripping wet. They lay in the sun for a while on their towels. Wanda lay on her back and put on her sunglasses, semi-dozing with her hands behind her back. Gareth lay on his front, propped up on his elbows and casting sneaky glances to the side to catch sight of the big-breasted woman who was now laying on her front. She’d taken off her bikini, and though her tits were hidden beneath her Gareth still found it fantastic to lay with his cock stiff in his pants and lightly rubbing it by grinding his hips a little as he admired the woman’s bare back and the way her thong rode right up her arse-crack. Not long afterwards, a young husband and wife set up their gear about ten-feet ahead of Gareth. The woman sat down and brazenly took off her top. Her tits were average in size but a nice shape, and Gareth glanced repeatedly at them as often as he dare. Eventually, Wanda sat up and declared it time for another swim. Gareth joined her, and they were still in the sea when their parents arrived, laying out their towels and a picnic by the children’s towels. Jack was tall, slim and had short black hair and dark eyes. He was wearing just swimming shorts, proud of his body which he kept in shape at the gym, determined not to let himself go like a lot of guys when they reached forty. He waved to his children before sitting down, whilst his wife Jessica strolled into the sea. Wanda and Gareth stood in the sea, the water up to their chests, when their mother waded in. Gareth couldn’t help but admire his mother’s body. Jessica was thirty-six years old and had a body as beautiful and as mouthwateringly sexy as it had been when she’d married Jack fifteen-years ago. She was slim and elegantly slender, with breasts that were big but still very firm and shapely, currently held in tight yellow bikini top, her cleavage deep and drawing Gareth’s eyes magnetically.

“Hi kids,” Jessica smiled,

“Havin’ fun?”

“Yeah mum,” Wanda replied,

“The sea is really warm!”

“It sure is,” Jessica agreed,

“You kids put sun-tan lotion on didn’t you?”

“Yeah mum,” Gareth said, his mind flicking back to the wonderful act of rubbing lotion into his sister’s flesh and the way she’d reciprocated.

“Is dad coming for a swim?” Wanda asked her mother.

“Not yet, he’s probably going to sunbathe a little. I’m up for a swim though!” Jessica leapt forwards, diving down into the blue-green water, her arse – hugged by her yellow bikini – surfacing and vanishing as she dived down. She then emerged, grinning, and her children dived forwards too, following their mother as she swam further out.

Swimming builds up a big appetite, and the family had a big meal that evening in Jack and Jessica’s cabin. The kids felt bloated afterwards and were content to have a brief walk round the park, admiring the sun-set, before they went back to their cabin.

“This is so cool,” Wanda said, still in just the pink two-piece bikini she’d been in all day,

“Having a place to our own.”

“It’s like we’re a couple,” Gareth laughed. He was still in his shorts. Gareth closed the door behind them, locking it, and they dumped their towels and things on the sofa.

“What time is it?” Wanda asked.

“Almost nine,” her brother replied, glancing at the clock on the wall,

“Mum and dad said we should go to bed at ten.”

“Oh boo, that’s too early,” Wanda complained,

“We’re on holiday, we should stay up all night.” Briefly, she thought about how she’d been titillated at the idea of sleeping in the same bed as her brother, and she backtracked:

“But we do need some rest. It’s been a tiring day.”

“Mum and dad might see the light is on and that we’re still awake,” Gareth explained. He knew that the bedroom window was on the side facing away from their parent’s cabin next door, but he too was looking forward to going to bed, to laying next to his sister. Not that the boy expected anything to happen of course. He just liked the idea. It was like rubbing lotion into his sister’s back that afternoon – an innocent and minor act from which a secret thrill could be obtained.

“I’m thirsty,” Wanda piped up,

“Want a drink?”

“Sure,” Gareth said, and he sat down on the sofa, shovelling the towels onto the floor with a sweep of his slender arm and grinning at the way there were no parents to wander into the room at any time and demand that he clear them up. He watched his sister stroll into the kitchen area across the room, the way her bikini was riding up into her arse-crack a little. He admired the girl as she stood facing away from him, taking two tumblers and filling them with milk. Gareth flicked on the TV and prepared to be engrossed in the business news on CNN so his sister, as she walked over to him, wouldn’t know he’d been staring at her. Wanda sat next to her brother, handing him the milk, and they sat and drank whilst channel-surfing. They found a re-run of some old sitcom and sat and giggled their way through it until nine-thirty.

“I’m off for a shower,” Gareth said, dying for a wank, his cock semi-stiff thanks to having Wanda sitting close to him (so close as to touch bare shoulders) through the course of the TV show.

“Don’t leave it messy,” Wanda called to her brother as he got up and walked off towards the bathroom,

“I want one afterwards.”

“Okay sis.” Gareth went into the bathroom, locked the door and ran the shower. He slid off his shorts and stepped into the jetting water, reaching down to play with his young boner immediately. His cock was utterly bald, no body hair whatsoever on the twelve year old youth. His prick was almost five-inches long and appeared fairly big on his small, five-foot-one frame. He was proud of it, especially the way it felt so stiff that he imagined he could swing his hips and crack the wall-tiles by hitting his cock-head against them! Well, maybe his cock wasn’t that stiff, but it sure felt that way. He pumped his fist, closing his eyes as he thought of Wanda. He thought of how pretty his younger sister was, the delightful round arse she possessed, the feel of her skin when he’d rubbed lotion into her back. Then his mind drifted off to the topless bather in front of him that afternoon, then the woman with the big tits, briefly his mother, then to the pre-teen girls splashing about topless under the watchful eye of their father…but approaching orgasm, Wanda forced herself into Gareth’s mind. He recalled the gentle way her fingers had fluttered over his shoulders, the way she’d slathered the sun-tan lotion of his back, and he imagined those hands gripping his cock now.

“Wanda,” he whispered as he stood in the shower, beating off furiously. The image of his sister’s cute bum in those bikini-bottoms was in his mind when he hit his climax, his young sperm shooting out and splashing against the tile wall. It was a powerful cum, the first that day (he jacked off five times a day at home!) and Gareth’s legs were shaky as he shot his load. Sobering up once his climax was over, Gareth angled the shower head to wash away his sperm from the wall so it gurgled down the plughole. Then he got back to washing himself, lathering down his body and rinsing off. He stepped out the shower and tied a towel around his waist before opening the door.

“All yours sis,” he called as he strolled out the bathroom.

“Thanks,” Wanda said, leaping up and strolling across towards the bathroom. Gareth went into the bedroom and threw on his clothes for bed – a white T-shirt and blue shorts. He usually slept naked at home but he knew that was out the question here! Well…maybe not, he thought. He could protest some sort of aversion to sleeping with clothes on and demand that he be allowed to sleep naked in bed. The problem was, he figured, his sister would think him a perv! Plus, he’d only end up with a big stiffie and end up nudging Wanda with it and making her squeal. Gareth was aware, as he stood in his T-shirt and shorts, that he had another stiffie. He heard the shower running through the thin wooden wall between the bedroom and bathroom, and he even heard Wanda’s lilting voice as she sang merrily to herself in the shower. Gareth reached into his shorts and played with his erection as he placed his head to the wall, listening to Wanda’s singing. It was almost hypnotic, the voice so sweet and tuneful. Gareth thought of his sister naked with just a thin wall between them. He began to masturbate again, wondering if he could ejaculate again before Wanda finished. But he couldn’t. He heard the shower turn off after a few minutes and quickly took his hands out his shorts and willed his cock to soften whilst hearing his sister brush her teeth. His cock flaccid, Gareth then took a deep breath before leaving the bedroom and strolling out through the door. Just as he left the bedroom, Wanda was exiting the bathroom, a white fluffy towel wrapped around her waist, leaving her upper body exposed. Gareth glanced at the girl’s nipples on her flat chest.

“Oi, stop perving,” Wanda shrieked, grinning despite her supposed protest at her brother’s stare. She raised her hands and placed them over her flat chest.

“You’ve got nothing to perv at,” Gareth smirked.

“Yeah well…stop looking anyway.”

“Who’s looking?” sniffed Gareth, strolling towards the sofa, all cool. Wanda hurried into the bedroom. There, she took the towel from around her waist and put on some white panties and a baggy pink T-shirt. She strolled out the room and sat next to Gareth on the sofa, both watching a bit more TV, sitting close together.

“Almost ten,” Gareth later sighed,

“Bedtime.”

“I guess,” Wanda said, using the remote to flick the TV off. Gareth turned off the mainlight, just the silvery moonlight streaming through the main window lighting up the room dimly and allowing the youngsters to make their way to the bedroom. There, with the bedroom door closed behind them, Wanda turned on both bedside lamps as Gareth shut the drapes, both briefly thinking back to Gareth’s earlier comment that they were like a married couple. Here they were, preparing for bed. Gareth hopped into his side, pulling the covers up to his waist and sitting up against the plump pillows, Wanda doing the same next to him.

“I hope you don’t snore,” Gareth smirked, repeating his earlier joke to try and cover his titillation at sitting up in bed next to his sister.

“I hope you don’t snore either,” responded Wanda.

“Shall we go straight to sleep?” asked Gareth.

“What else are we going to do beside sleep?” asked Wanda.

“Read,” replied her brother, quickly,

“I meant, do you want to go straight to sleep or read a book or something. What else did you think I’d suggest?” Wanda just grinned, both of them briefly imagining ‘doing it’. Like a married couple would in bed before going to sleep.

“I’m wasted,” Wanda replied, yawning dramatically,

“Let’s go to sleep.”

“Okay sis.” They both turned out the light. It was a full moon outside and the thin drapes let in a small amount of ghostly silvery light that, once the eyes had adjusted, allowed the siblings to make out things dimly in the room. They both lay there, on their backs, eyes shut, trying to appear completely casual and unfazed but both concentrating on their situation. The bed wasn’t especially large and their bodies were fairly close, just a six-inch gap between their shoulders. They could sense the warmth from the other’s body heat. After a few minutes, Wanda turned over, laying on her side, facing her brother, eyes slightly open and spying Gareth silhouetted against the dim, silvery square of the window beyond. Gareth yawned, shifting his legs slightly, one of his feet nudging one of Wanda’s feet.

“Sorry,” he said quietly.

“S’okay,” Wanda responded. Gareth lay there, feeling tired but unable to sleep as he sensed his sister’s breathing. It was shallow as she approached sleep. Wanda was titillated at being in bed next to her brother but she was exceptionally tired and felt herself drifting off. Soon, she was fast asleep and Gareth lay listening to the girl’s breathing. She didn’t snore though, not that Gareth would have cared. In the stillness of the dark room, Gareth could sense Wanda’s breath – warm and tinged with the minty tang of her toothpaste. Gareth’s cock grew stiff and he gently slid a hand down his shorts, gripping his cock but not stroking it, feeling it grow to full erectness. He’d never had a stiffie whilst laying next to a girl before. He’d got a stiffie sitting in class more than a few times sitting close to a girl, but this was different. He wished he could jack off here, right next to Wanda, but he knew he couldn’t risk waking her. He just lay there, holding his dick. After a few minutes, Wanda moved a little in her sleep, letting out a little sigh as she adjusted her position, moving a bit closer to her brother. Her head lay on the pillow just an inch from her brother’s shoulder and she bent one of her legs so that her knee was pressed lightly against Gareth’s thigh. The boy remained in a state of titillation at the proximity of the girl, but fatigue was catching up with him. He took his hands from his shorts as he felt himself drift off. Gareth’s adolescent cock remained firmly erect for a long time after he fell into a deep sleep.

At six in the morning, the sun already climbing above the horizon and promising another blazing hot day, Wanda woke up. She was laying on her back and she spent a few seconds blinking and reorienting herself. The room was bright, the thin drapes allowing in the bright sunlight. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, Wanda yawned then looked to her side. Her brother was still asleep, Gareth laying on his back with the duvet just up to his waist. Wanda admired her brother’s slumbering face, the way he looked so charmingly handsome, unlike the boys in her class. She reached out with a hand then stopped, her fingers hovering over Gareth’s chest. He was still wearing his T-shirt and Wanda was trying to wonder why she’d reached out with her hand, realizing that it had just been an involuntary urge to touch her handsome brother. Wanda grinned as she remembered a naughty phrase she’d sometimes heard, ‘Morning Wood’ – boys having stiffies when they woke up, especially if they’d been having an erotic dream. Judging by the look of serenity on Gareth’s face, it was likely he was having some sort of pervy dream, thought Wanda. She licked her lips and grinned some more as her hand hovered over the top of the duvet, wondering whether to pull it back. She took hold of the duvet and she raised it, sliding it down a little, right down and letting it fall to Gareth’s knees. He was wearing his black shorts and they were fairly baggy so it was impossible to make out any shape under the material. Sitting up – still in her white panties and long pink T-shirt – Wanda wondered how brave she really was, whether she could go for it and try and cop a feel of Gareth’s crotch. What if he woke up? Would he shriek at her for being a pervert? Or would he laugh at her and poke fun of her for groping her own brother? Wanda wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to find out either, but she also had a tremendous urge to try and find out if her brother’s cock was hard. She thought it would be so nice to feel or see a real erection – preferably her dear brother’s. Wanda sat pondering what to do for a moment. She then flexed her fingers before carefully gripping the front of the waistband of Gareth’s shorts between her forefinger and thumb and lifted. Wanda paused, looking at Gareth’s face. He remained fast asleep. Slowly, Wanda pulled front of the shorts down a bit, letting out a silent gasp as the purple head of her brother’s cock came into view. She pulled the waistband lower, the veiny penis coming into view, clearly erect as it lay sticking straight upwards across Gareth’s lower abdomen like a flesh swollen rod of flesh. Wanda had seen a few stiffies in porn mags that friends had shown her during giggling sleep-overs, but it was the first she’d seen in real life! She’s seen her brother’s dick before, but only when they were toddlers in the bath.

Now, it was fully erect and – if no full sized – certainly more like a man’s cock than a little boy’s. Wanda sat there and admired Gareth’s five-inch erection, wondering whether she would be bold enough to reach out with her other hand and perhaps touch it! Before she could make her mind up though, she panicked when Gareth shifted a little. She quickly hoisted up the waistband of her brother’s shorts over his cock and lifted the duvet back up. Then Wanda lay down, pulling up the duvet and snuggling down, looking all innocent. It was a false alarm. Gareth turned onto his side, facing away from Wanda, and resumed sleeping. The girl lay on her back for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking back to the sight of her brother’s erection. It had looked so great and fascinating!

This fine hard tool that could – going by what Wanda was lead to believe – give a girl such pleasure! It was there, in her brother’s pants, all hard and throbbing. She sighed, despondent that it was ridiculous to think that her darling brother would return the crush Wanda had on him. She reached down under the duvet and lifted the hem of her T-shirt up to her belly, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her little white panties. She slid them down to her knees, feeling liberate at her bald cunt and arse freed from her underwear (although still under the covers) as she lay next to her sleeping brother. Wanda placed her hands at her groin, her forefinger quickly and skillfully finding her budding clit. She played with it, as she had done almost every night for the last few months since discovering the pleasure to be had down there. She eased the tip of her other forefinger into her slit, pushing it in slightly, feeling her bald lips slippery with moistness. Wanda stroked her clit whilst lightly fingering her cunt, closing her eyes, her breathing becoming deeper. She’d started masturbating five-months ago, not long after her eleventh birthday. She’d done it just for fun in the bath once, wondering what the fuss was about after a girl in her class had bragged of doing it and ‘cumming’. Wanda didn’t expect to ‘cum’ the first time so was somewhat surprised when she did, sploshing about in the bath and gasping in pleasured shock as she climaxed under her amateurish but energetic fingerwork. Since then she frigged herself in bed before going to sleep nearly every night, and if she was awake early enough, before she got up in the morning too. It felt so nice masturbating here next to her brother, recalling the way her and Gareth had applied sun-tan lotion to each other’s backs the night before and also the more recent act of sneakily grabbing a look at Gareth’s dick. She helped justify her actions by remembering that Gareth had got a brief glimpse of her ‘tits’ last night when she came out the shower with the towel just round her waist, although she had to admit her brother was right in that there was ‘nothing to perv at’, her chest being flat. For ten-minutes Wanda played with herself, skilled now at the tender age of eleven at friggery, rubbing her clit and sliding a finger or two in and out of her slit in unison. She didn’t climax every time she masturbated, but she did so quite often. She wondered if she would now! She though back to Gareth yesterday on the beach, his firm torso glistening as he paddled about in the sea. Then she thought of his cock, so proudly erect, riddled with veins, the head so shiny and purple, sleek and smooth so it’d glide up into a girl’s vagina, then out again, then in, slamming in and out and in and out making the lucky girl receiving the hard fucking scream out in pleasure as her brother fucked her…

“Gareth!” gasped Wanda, involuntarily, taken by surprise by her orgasm. It came upon her suddenly, the duvet around her crotch whapping around as her hands speedily moved about under there, rubbing and fingering her cunt. She screwed her eyes up, all the muscles in her vagina contracting and spasming, the ripples of pleasure rushing up her spine and spreading through her body. It was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had and she almost fainted, rubbing her slit and clit until the pleasure began to die away. It was only after the intense heat of her climax had passed that Wanda opened her eyes and realized she’d called her brother’s name! She took her fingers (now slick and slippery) from her cunt and she turned, eyes wide with alarm, to her brother, fearful of him having woken. Luckily, Gareth had not awoken. He still slept, peacefully. Wanda licked her dry lips and pulled her panties up and tugged her T-shirt down. She spent a moment recovering, getting her breath back. She still felt horny. Gareth turned over at that point, laying on his back once more, eyes shut and still slumbering. Wanda sat up, wondering whether to have another look at her brother’s dick, when she sensed him shifting about a bit more. Gareth yawned and began to slowly open his eyes.

“Mornin’ Wanda,” he said once he’d finished yawning.

“Morning Gareth,” Wanda said, casually as she sat there, looking down at her brother, eyes wide with innocence,

“Fancy some breakfast?”

“Okay.”

Wanda stood in the kitchen area of the main room a few minutes later, still in just her T-shirt and panties, the hem of the T-shirt reaching half-way down her bare thighs. It was already warm that early in the day and the coolness of the tiled floor in the kitchen felt pleasant against the girl’s bare feet. She’d poured a big glass of milk for herself and Gareth (who was in the bathroom) and was busy making some waffles. She felt nice and grown up, having slept in a bed with a boy and now standing here making breakfast, her parents nowhere to be seen (albeit actually only next door). Feeling very happy indeed – and fresh from one seriously fantastic onanistic climax – Wanda hummed to herself as she made breakfast. In the bathroom, meanwhile, Gareth stood naked in front of the toilet, eyes shut as he pumped his hard cock. He’d waited until his sister had got out of bed to make breakfast before he’d slipped out of the bedroom and here into the bathroom. He’d woken up with a serious case of morning wood, having had a fantastically vivid dream about a girl (anonymous in the dream, but definitely the same age as his sister) masturbating him in bed. It’d been great and he thought back to the memories of last night, Wanda laying so close to him as she slept, and also to the memories of her spending all day in that skimpy bikini that showed off her cute round bum so well. Gareth thought back to a few weeks ago when Wanda had accidentally left a pair of her panties in the bathroom. He’d taken them into his room and, after hesitating with feelings of guilt, he masturbated into them. His memory of that incident was tinged with anxiety though, because he’d stuffed the cum-stained panties under his bed and the next day – planning to jerk-off into them again – he’d found them missing! He looked all over the place but couldn’t find them. Eventually he convinced himself that he’d thrown them out by mistake, but a part of his mind worried that his sister had found them and taken them off, probably to wash them and no doubt wondering why they were in her brother’s room. Gareth pushed those worries out his head and just thought of Wanda, of her lovely young body. Mastubating furiously, it didn’t long for Gareth’s sperm to rise from his full, hairless nuts, and the randy youth pointed his cock downwards and stifled a groan of lust he spurted his cream into the pan. He shot a good five or six pumps of semen into the toilet whilst imagining Wanda was kneeling next to him and jacking him off. Then he wiped himself off with a tissue, took a piss and flushed the toilet. He splashed some cold water on his face, put on his shorts then left the bathroom.

“Oooh, waffles,” he smiled as he saw Wanda standing and pouring some maple syrup onto the two plates of waffles.

“You hungry?” Wanda asked her brother.

“I sure am. That looks nice sis. You’re a good cook.”

“Thanks.”

“You’ll make a good wife someday,” Gareth said, casually, and he took one of the plates and a glass of milk. Wanda smiled, glad to be appreciated, and took the other plate and milk and followed her brother to the sofa. There they sat, stuffing their little faces whilst watching early morning cartoons. After breakfast, they showered in turn and put on jeans and T-shirts and sneakers before padding over to their parent’s cabin, knocking on the door and waking their parents up with excited requests to head down to the beach.

8

Holiday Cabin – Part One Read More »

2-D

First Time, Gay, Incest, Siblings, Teens |

October 12, 2008

2-D
By
Alex Hawk

“Wow,” Danny said.

“Yeah…” I replied.

We were standing barefoot on the beach. Our first-ever real beach. Oh, we’d been to a couple rivers and a couple lakes, and of course lots of swimming pools and suchlike. But now we were on a real, honest-to-goodness, ocean beach.

And we had it all to ourselves.

We were on the island of Johtom. It was a small, privately owned island in the US Virgin Islands chain. We were at the extreme southern end of the Islands, and on the southern part of the island as well.

Normally we lived in Des Moines, Iowa. A nice place, but not known for its grand oceanic views. We’d lived there our entire lives, and hadn’t even left the state, except for occasional trips to St Louis or Chicago.

Our mother worked for a very large law-firm in Des Moines. She’d been there for years and was apparently standing a good chance of making partner. This chance was enhanced, no doubt, by the fact that she’d just settled a huge case for a major client. She’d netted a huge amount of fees for the firm, something that had pleased the senior partner, John Tomlinson (now you know where the island’s name came from), so much that he’d told her to take a week off and use his private island. Mom had pulled us out of school (it was February), and hauled us down here.

Not that we had a problem with this.

We’d arrived in Charlotte Amalie very early this morning. We’d had a quick breakfast and hopped on a small boat. An hour later and we were here, on our own private island. Ours for the week.

The island was divided in half. On the north half was a large, multi-bedroom house, and a massive private beach. Originally we’d planned to all use that to stay in, but then Danny and I had found out about the smaller, private guest cottage on the southern half of the island. It had its own, even more private beach. As soon as we’d found out about it, we’d pressured our mom into letting us use that as our place to stay. She’d agreed, and we’d taken it over.

Now, after dropping our things into the cottage, we were standing on the beach, looking out at the water.

“It looks endless,” Danny said.

“It is, actually,” I replied. “The oceans all connect together, so technically it’s one big, endless ocean.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “You know too much, Dustin.”

“Yeah.” A pause. “I know.”

Danny looked at the deadpan expression on my face and laughed.

“Come on,” he said, pulling his t-shirt off, leaving him only in a pair of shorts. “Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!”

I quickly shucked my shirt and ran into the water. We both reached it at about the same time and dove in. The Caribbean wasn’t as warm as, say, a bathtub or a swimming pool, but it was still better than swimming in a lake in Iowa, especially this time of year.

Danny and I splashed around for quite a while, enjoying the feeling of the water. At one point we both put on our goggles and dove under the water, looking around at whatever we could see. Mostly we could see some fish in the distance and stuff like that.

Then at one point I caught sight of my brother swimming along. I always wished I looked more like Danny. He was fifteen, a year older than me. He had brown hair that always looked just about perfect and piercing blue eyes. His body was incredible, too. He didn’t play any sports, but he was a ballet dancer (make any jokes you want, he and I have heard them all). The dancing give him this perfect v-shaped upper body, which was naturally hairless and well-developed.
Rumor had it that at least a dozen girls from school had tried to impale themselves on his penis at various points. I didn’t know if that was true, but I figured it probably was. Either way, I was certain he wasn’t a virgin and I knew for sure that I was.

I was a little short and very, very skinny. Scrawny, in fact. I had kind of boring dirty-blond hair, and an uninteresting face. Even my ass was dull, being very flat. The only compensation that I had was… well, nothing. I was basically doomed to stay a virgin until I was fifty, I figured.

After about an hour or so, we got out of the water and tromped back to the cottage. It was just a one-bedroom cottage with a single king-sized bed we’d be sharing. The place wasn’t huge, and didn’t have any AC. But what did have was a hot-tub that my brother and I were both looking forward to using.

“Phew,” Danny said when we got back to the cottage. “I’m all covered in salt. I’m gonna get a shower.”

“Yeah, I should get one, too.”

“Come on, then, at least the shower’s pretty big.”

“Ok.”

We walked into the bathroom and tossed our wet shorts into the corner, leaving us both nude. I’d seen my brother naked any number of times, and he’d certainly seen me, so this wasn’t a big deal. We’d be showering together, which we hadn’t done before, but there were two shower heads and plenty of room.

It was worth noting that my brother looked even better naked than he did with clothes on. Unlike me, he had a perfectly firm, round ass, and the penis than hung majestically between his legs was a little longer than mine. He had no pubic hair, but I’d heard that he shaved it, and I had started doing the same. It looked great on him, but it made me look like an eleven-year-old who hadn’t started to develop yet.

Once we were done with the shower we tossed on some clothes and went out into the cottage. I raided the freezer and found a frozen pizza which I cooked up for us. We ate it out on a patio, looking out over the ocean.

“This is really nice,” I said.

“Yeah. I wish we didn’t have to go home next week.”

We sat there eating in silence for a bit, and then I said, “I’m gonna get my papers.”

“Ok.”

I walked into the cottage and came back with a stack of papers and pencils. Danny had his dancing. I had my drawing. I liked to think I was good at it, and I suppose I was. But it wasn’t going to leave me with a body like my brother’s.

Danny watched me start to draw a palm tree and then apparently got bored, because he stood up and started stretching. A few moments later he began doing some basic dancing. There wasn’t any music playing, but he acted like there was.

I tried to concentrate on my drawing, but I couldn’t. I loved watching my brother dance. He was so perfect when he was moving. Hell, he was perfect when he was laying still doing nothing. I sighed a little. God, I wished I was even a tenth as hot as him.

I set aside my tree drawing and began to try and draw Danny as he danced. I’d tried drawing my brother many times, but I’d never managed to make the drawings look as… well, vibrant as he looked. I kept trying, though.

Danny caught sight of me drawing him. “You know, I could just pose for you.”

“I know,” I said. “But I wanna try and get a good drawing of you dancing.”

“Well, I can’t complain about that, I guess,” he said with a smile as he went back to his dancing.

We spent most of the afternoon like that. Danny kept dancing and I kept, pointlessly, trying to draw him while he did so. Eventually as I was about to give up, the phone rang.

I went in and answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey, how’s 2-D doing?” came my mother’s voice. She called us 2-D. Dustin and Danny… yeah. She thought it was clever. You know how moms are.

“We’re doing good. It’s cool down here.”

“Is that Mom?” asked Danny, coming into the cottage.

“No,” I said, rolling my eyes and wondering who else he thought would call us. “It’s Pope Gregory IX, asking us if we want to go for a ride on his pleasure yacht, the Saucy Sue.”

“Oh? Tell him I said hi.”

Our mom said, “You boys wanna get together for dinner in about an hour?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, see you up at the house then.”

“Ok.” I hung up the phone. “We’re going to have dinner up at the house.”

“Ok, cool.”

Danny I spent the next hour just hanging out on the patio chatting. He thumbed through some of my drawings of him and said he liked them all. I thought they were ok, but, well, they just didn’t capture what I thought of as “him”.

Dinner with our mom was nice. She was a good cook, but didn’t have the chance to cook very often. She made us some linguini with chicken, a little salad and a nice desert. We made plans to have dinner here every night and otherwise planned to do our own things, though we both agreed that if we left the island, we’d let the others know.

Once dinner was over, Danny and I went back to the cottage. We turned on the radio and after some looking managed to find something we could stand. We sat around listening to the music and just relaxing for a bit. After that we spent some time soaking, nude, in the hot tub, which was very pleasant on a lot of levels. As an artist, I found Danny’s body so beautiful, I could never get enough of seeing it.

“Oh, this is nice,” Danny said as he settled into the water. I watched every inch of him sink below the surface, my eyes riveted to his gorgeous body.

“Yeah, I like it,” I said, trying to relax and turning on the bubbles, hoping my brother wouldn’t see my penis, which was very, very hard right now. I hoped it would go down soon. It did this a lot when I saw Danny nude.

Eventually we got tired of the hot tub and decided it was time for bed. It was really hot in the bedroom (no AC, remember). So we both slapped on a pair of briefs, turned on the ceiling fan and opened the bedroom windows, and settled onto the bed, on top of the blankets, and drifted off to sleep.

At one point in the night, I woke up suddenly. I didn’t know why. I blearily opened my eyes and focused on the clock by the bed. 3:32 in the morning. Ugh. Way too early for anyone to be awake, especially while on vacation. I turned over, my eyes still open.

And my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Danny was asleep next to me. He was lying on his back. One leg was out straight and the other was bent slightly. One of his arms was at his side and the other was behind his head. He was, like me, wearing only a pair of white briefs. Whatever he was dreaming, it must’ve been very good, because I could clearly see his erect penis tenting up under his underwear.

All this was nice, but what was really amazing, really incredible, was the moonlight streaming in through the open window and basking his body in this wonderful, pale white glow. It turned his already amazing body into something out of a fantasy novel.

Without taking my eyes off Danny, I stood up and walked over to the dresser where I’d set my drawing materials. I sat down in a chair across from the bed and began to draw. Danny was the perfect model in his sleep, it turned out. He lay motionless for the entire time it took me to do my drawing. The only thing that really changed was his penis. Sometimes it was hard and almost lifting up the waistband of his underwear, and other times it was soft, and barely visible.

This was the drawing of Danny I’d been after all this time. It wasn’t the easiest one I’d ever done, but it was worth it. I knew it was the one that finally captured what made Danny who he is.

I set my drawing aside and moved back onto the bed, sitting down next to Danny. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. His penis was going through a hard stage right now. On a sudden, irresistible impulse, I reached out and placed my hand above the bulge in his underwear. I didn’t know why, but I really wanted to touch it. I knew that I shouldn’t, but…

Finally after what seemed like forever, I lowered my hand, feeling my brother’s penis through his underwear. It felt hard and warm. I could feel the shaft under my palm and the tip under my fingers. It was… breathtaking. There was no other word for it.

I’d seen Danny’s penis any number of times, but I’d never seen it hard before. I’d never really wanted to before, but right now I wanted that more than just about anything else in the whole world.

Carefully, slowly, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Danny’s underwear, happy that he was a sound sleeper. I pulled the waistband down and took a deep breath as my brother’s very hard, very beautiful, penis came into view.

My brother’s penis, when hard, was about six-and-a-half inches. It was perfectly straight and beautiful, just like everything else about him. It was one of the most wonderful things I’d ever seen.

I’d never touched another boy’s penis before. I wasn’t gay after all. I wanted girls. But right now, I also wanted something else. I watched to touch my brother’s erection. I didn’t know why, just like I didn’t know why he liked ballet and I liked art. I just knew that I wanted to touch it.

Finally I reached out with one of my hands and ran a finger down the shaft of Danny’s penis. He didn’t respond, and a little thrill of pleasure went through me. Making sure he was still out of it, I wrapped my hand completely around it. It was wonderful. It felt almost like mine, but different in its own way. I was instantly in love with it!

Still holding my brother’s penis in my hand I licked my lips and leaned down. It was natural to kiss something you were in love with, right? Right. With that thought in my mind I planted a kiss right on the tip.

My lips were still on the tip of my brother’s erection. I looked up at his still sleeping face and opened my mouth. Slowly I began to lower it down around Danny’s penis. It felt really natural, like it belonged in my mouth. I took as much in as I could and moved my face up and down a couple times. I’d never given, or gotten, a blowjob before, but I was familiar with the basic idea.

I wanted nothing more than to keep sucking my brother until he came, but I figured if I did that, he’d probably wake up and it would be a little hard to explain to him what I’d been giving him a blowjob. With great reluctance I pulled my mouth from his penis and pulled his underwear back up, hiding all the evidence.

I sat back and looked at my still sleeping brother. He had no idea what I’d just done with him. He still looked so incredibly beautiful. I felt another sudden, forceful desire and, licking my lips, I leaned down and gently kissed my brother on the mouth. It was my first kiss.

Then I went into the bathroom, jerked off and came in under a minute.

Now somewhat sated I got back onto the bed. I was feeling a little guilty and a little confused, but I mostly felt tired and soon drifted off to sleep.

I had some awfully strange dreams.

* * *

The next morning Danny gave no indication he’d known anything had happened. We ate some breakfast, got ourselves together and talked about our day. We decided we wanted go to Charlotte Amalie and see the sights. We called our mom to make sure she knew we were going and then called the boat to come and get us.

I hadn’t shown Danny the drawing I’d done of him. I buried deep in my papers. I planned to show him eventually, but I didn’t know when I needed to sort out everything else that had happened last night first.

I knew I should be feeling guilty and messed up for having sucked off Danny, but I didn’t. Actually, my little bit of incest last night had finally brought it all into focus. It was like everything I’d been feeling over the last few years now made perfect sense. I’d finally figured it all out.

I was in love with my brother.

I didn’t mean that in any way other than how it sounded. I was in love with Danny. That was why I kept obsessing over his body. That was why I followed him around everywhere. That was why I shaved my pubes, just like he did, even though it looked like crap on me. It also explained why I’d gone down on him while he slept last night. Well, that plus the fact that, apparently, I had no morals.

We spent a pleasant afternoon bumming around Charlotte-Amalie. We even had a couple German tourists who came up to us at one point thinking we were natives. I actually spoke some basic German and was able to explain we weren’t. It was still pretty cool, though.

We also learned, during the day, that Charlotte-Amalie was a great place if you were over 21 (good bars), Jewish (the oldest synagogue in the Western Hemisphere), or rich (but it’s always good if you’re rich). Still, we had fun.

After a while we got bored of just wandering around, and went to see a movie. Then we decided it was time to head back, so we called the boat and rode back to the island where we met our mom for dinner. Once we got back to the cottage, Danny suggested a soak in the hot tub. I agreed right away and moments later we were nude and in the water.

It was all I could do once we were naked to keep my eyes off my brother’s penis. I remembered how wonderful it had felt inside my mouth, and I really wanted to get it back in there. I wanted to give my brother an orgasm. But I didn’t have any idea how I was going to talk him into it.

“You must be thinking about something nice,” Danny suddenly said with a laugh.

“Huh?”

He pointed down where my stiff penis was clearly visible under the water.

“Oh.” I put a hand over it. “Sorry. Just… uh… thinking about a girl we saw back in Charlotte-Amalie.”

“Yeah,” Danny said with a lazy grin. “There was some nice eye-candy there. You’re not the only one to think so.” He moved his hands enough to expose his hard penis.

I drooled.

Well, mentally anyhow.

“Yeah, I’m sure the girls back at school are happy when you’re like that,” I replied.

Danny gave a slight grin. “Well, you know, gotta keep the ladies happy.”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin of my own as my stomach knotted. My brother was, apparently, straight.

We soaked in relative quiet after that. Eventually we got tired of the hot tub and got out. My penis was completely soft, right up until the point where I saw Danny’s wasn’t. I quickly got some clothes on before he could see.

Danny and I bummed around the cottage for another hour or two, just hanging out and having a good time. We watched a little TV, listened to a little music and ate some popcorn before deciding it was time for bed.

Like the previous night we stripped down to our underwear and laid on top of the bedding. I wondered if I was going to wake up again. I hoped not, but I also hoped so. I really wanted my brother, even though I knew it was bad.

I’d actually almost drifted off to sleep when I heard Danny say, “Dustin? You awake?”

“Yeah.” I rolled over to face him.

Danny turned on his side to look at me. “I kinda lied earlier.”

“About what?”

“About girls.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Danny was quiet for a moment. “I’m still a virgin.”

“Oh.” I was surprised, to say the least. “But I’d thought..?”

He shrugged. “I’ve had girls who were interested, but it didn’t seem… well, I wanted to… I don’t know. Wait, I guess. Until I find the right person.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah.” Danny chuckled. “Hell, all I’ve done is make out a little. I haven’t even had a blowjob or anything.”

“Really,” I said, carefully, now very happy the room was dark enough that my brother wouldn’t be likely to see me turning bright red.

“Yeah.” He rolled over onto his back. I did the same, but not before seeing that his penis was tenting his shorts just like it had last night. Just like mine now was.

“Well, all I’ve done is kiss, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. I don’t feel so bad, then. But I thought…”

“What?”

“I dunno. I thought you’d gotten laid by now.”

“No.”

“Huh. I’m surprised.”

“Why?” I asked in honest confusion.

“I dunno… you’re pretty… well, you know… you’re hot. I figured you’d have girls all over you.”

I turned to look at my brother. “You’re on drugs, right?”

Danny laughed. “No! I’m serious. You look pretty hot. I figured you’d have lost it like years ago.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m as virgin as you.”

“Wow.”

I was startled. Stunned even. I shook my head again. “Danny, how can you think I’m better looking than you are? You’ve got a great body. You’ve got a great face. You’re hot. Deal.”

Danny laughed again. He turned towards me. “You got a much better body than I do.”

“Fuck that,” I said. “I mean, look…” I reached out and placed a hand on my brother’s chest. I could feel his heart beating. “You actually have some definition here.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather be more like you.” He put his hand on my chest. “You’re much thinner than I am. That’s a plus with dancing.”

“Yeah, but you gotta have the muscles to lift the girls.”

“I guess,” he admitted. “But still.”

Almost subconsciously I moved my hand down my brother’s magnificent chest to his stomach. “I’d give anything to have a body like yours,” I said, softly.

Danny chuckled. “I’d love to have yours. Nice and thin,” he said, running his hand down to my stomach, which now had butterflies in it.

“Yours is better.”

“Yours is.”

I looked at my nearly-nude brother and laughed. “You know how stupid we sound?”

“Pretty stupid.”

“Yeah.” Shyly I moved my hand back to cup my brother’s underwear-clad ass. “You’ve still got a better body.”

Danny grinned. “And you got your hand on my ass.”

I gave Danny’s ass a squeeze and then reluctantly let go. “Just enjoying the muscles.”

“I still wish I looked more like you,” Danny said as we took our hands off each other and laid on our backs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Danny’s penis was still hard, as was mine. “Yeah…” I took a breath. “I guess until then I’ll have to stick to jacking off.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Danny said.

I reached down and rubbed the bulge in my underwear. “Too bad you’re here,” I said as lightly as I could. “If you weren’t, I could be spanking it right now.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Danny rubbed at his underwear, too. After a few moments he said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re pretty horny right now, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

“Ok.”

“Well… you know… I mean… we could just jack off. You know. Right now. I mean, it’s not like it would be a big deal, would it?”

“I guess not,” I said, trying to sound uncertain while my heart danced.

“It wouldn’t be anything bad, right? Just jerking off together?”

“I guess it wouldn’t.”

“Ok. So… you want to?”

“Well… ok, I guess.”

“Ok.”

Seeing that Danny wasn’t going to start anything, I hooked my fingers into my underwear, lifted my butt up and slid them down off my body. Once I was nude, I laid back, took my penis in my hand and slowly began to stroke it as I looked at my brother’s nearly naked body.

Danny seemed to be sort of checking me out for a moment, but then he pulled his underwear off and tossed them aside. He leaned back and took his penis in his hand, stroking it slowly.

“You look way better naked than I do, Dustin,” Danny said after a moment.

“Fuck that noise. You look much hotter. I never get tired of seeing you naked.”

“Really?” Danny asked into the awkward silence that followed that statement.

“Well… yeah.” I swallowed a little. “I mean, it’s like seeing a piece of art come to life, you know?”

“I always like seeing you naked, too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

I began stroking faster as I watched my brother masturbate. “You wanna see who cums first?”

“Ok…”

Both of us had our heads turned towards each other and were clearly watching one another masturbate. It was really hot! I never thought I’d get to do something like this with my brother. It was so hot, I was sure I’d cum first.

“Ah… here I go! I’m cumming!” Danny called out. I watched the sperm fountain out of his penis and splash onto his gloriously naked body. My orgasm came seconds later, the pleasure washing over my body as it hit.

The two of us lay there in silence for several moments, breathing hard as we tried to recover. Finally I managed to say, “Well… wow…”

“Yeah…”

“That was pretty cool.”

“Yeah, it was.” Danny sat up and looked down at my sperm-covered body. “You ever taste yours?”

“Yeah, sometimes. You?”

“Yeah.” He ran a finger through a puddle of sperm on his body. “You… wanna taste mine?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

Danny held out his finger. I put my mouth around it, remembering the way I’d blown him last night. My brother’s sperm tasted a little different from my own. A little saltier, perhaps. It wasn’t bad at all, though.

I ran my finger through my sperm and offered it to my brother. He didn’t say anything, he just put his mouth around it and licked my finger clean, his eyes locked with mine the entire time. It was one of the most erotic things I could ever imagine.

Once I was done cleaning his finger, Danny got up and left the room. He came back a few moments later with a couple towels. We cleaned ourselves up and then laid back down on the bed.

“Well,” I said after a moment. “That was fun.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna sleep naked. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

“Good night.”

“Night, Dustin.”

Slowly we drifted off to sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I saw that sometime during the night, Danny and I had moved close together and currently he was laying on his side with his arm resting on my chest. He looked totally hot and I got instantly hard seeing him like that.

Looking down at Danny’s body, I found I was unable to restrain myself from enjoying the sight. I reached down and took my penis in hand and began stroking slowly as I admired my naked brother.

Danny began to stir next to me. His eyes opened and his head came up. He smiled blearily at me.

“Good morning,” I said, continuing to masturbate.

“Morning.” He yawned and stretched, bringing his erect penis into view. Chuckling a little, Danny said, “Glad to know I’m not the only one who wakes up horny.”

“Well, when I wake up next to something that looks as good as you, who can blame me?”

“Heh,” was my brother’s reply. He laid down on his back and took his penis in his hand. “I could say the same thing.”

“Whatever,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

We masturbated together in silence for a couple minutes, just enjoying our sexuality. Both of us were watching the other jerking off, though I suppose we didn’t really think anything of it. Well, I figured Danny probably didn’t. I knew I was getting off watching my brother masturbate. It was like a live porn show.

After a few minutes of jerking, I took a breath and said, “Hey, Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever wonder what it might be like to… you know… have someone else do it to you?”

“You mean jerk me off?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Me, too.”

“Cool.”

We kept masturbating in silence for a few more moments, then I said, “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“You know,” I said, my mouth dry. “If you wanted… we could try that. You know… with each other.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. If you wanted.”

Danny shrugged. “I guess we can, if you want. Just to see what it’s like and stuff.”

“Ok.” Shyly I reached out with my hand. As Danny let go of his penis, I wrapped my hand around it, feeling a surge of pleasure go through my body as I started masturbating my older brother.

“That feels good,” he said after a couple minutes. “ I guess I better do you, too.” He then reached out and put his hand on my penis, stroking it slowly. A shiver of pleasure went through me as for the first time someone was touching me in a sexual way.

We jacked each other in silence for a few moments, and then Danny said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I bet I can make you cum before you make me cum.”

I laughed a little. “You’re on.”

A couple minutes of furious, quiet masturbation followed, each of us jerking the other as fast as we could, trying to make one another cum. It was without a doubt the most erotic and pleasant experience of my life.

Eventually Danny gasped, “Dustin…?”

“Yeah…?” I replied, a little out of breath and trying hard not to shoot yet.

“You… win… ah…” With that I felt his penis jerking in my hand as his sperm began to blast out over his naked body. I’d won, but it was only by about ten seconds, cause my own orgasm hit just as his was winding down.

Once our orgasms were over, we laid there on the bed, breathing hard, with our hands still on each other’s penises. We both turned towards each other and grinned.

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah. That was intense”

“Yeah, it was.” Shyly then, I said, “We gotta do that again sometime.”

“Fuck yeah,” Danny said with some enthusiasm. “That was the best thing I ever felt!”

“Me, too.”

Danny sat up. “We should probably get cleaned up.”

“Yeah.”

I savored the sight of my brother walking towards the bathroom, my eyes glued to his ass. I couldn’t believe that we’d just sort-of had sex with each other! It was so incredible. I couldn’t wait to do it again!

* * *

The rest of the day passed. We met up with our mom and went back to Charlotte-Amalie where we toured Fort Christian and Blackbeard’s Castle. Then Mom wanted to go tour some arboretum. We split off with her and headed back to the island. Once there we had a little lunch and then Danny suggested we hit the beach.

Once we got there, we splashed about for a bit, enjoying the warm ocean waters, and then Danny said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever swim naked?”

“No.”

“Me either. Want to?”

I considered this for about a tenth of a second before saying, “Hell, yeah!” I was always behind anything that involved seeing my brother naked.

Danny and I stripped down and ran into the ocean, giggling and splashing at each other as we swam. I took every chance I could to dive under the water and check out my brother’s naked body. Watching him swim in just his trucks before had been nice, but now I was able to see his entire beautiful body moving under the water. It was so amazing. I hoped he was thinking the same about me, but I doubted it. Who would find me attractive, after all? I know last night he’d said he did, but he was probably just being polite.

At one point I was under the water and then surfaced, standing in the sea up to my waist, my penis sort of floating. I looked around, not seeing my brother.

“Danny?”

Suddenly something came up from the water behind me and wrapped its arms around my nude body.

“Gotcha,” Danny whispered into my ear.

“Yeah.” I swallowed, going mad with the feeling of his naked body against me. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do?”

One of his hands moved from around my down to my waist, and crept slowly towards my rapidly hardening penis. He slowly wrapped his hand around my erection and whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

My mind went blank and the only thing I could think to say was, “Make me cum…”

“Ok.”

I closed my eyes and reached my arms back, holding my older brother’s ass as he began stroking my penis. I was aware of the sound of the ocean and the feeling of the waves breaking against our bodies. I could smell the sea air, and hear the sound of birds. All this was overwhelmed, though, by the feelings going through my young body, the sensation of my brother’s erection pushing against my butt, and the sound of his breath in his ear as he masturbated me.

Normally when I jerked off it would take me a little while to cum. Even when Danny and I were doing it together I didn’t exactly shoot right away. But standing here, in the ocean, with my brother masturbating me… well, for some reason it had me blasting in a little less than three minutes, my sperm arcing out of me and into the water. It was mind-blowing.

“How was that?” Danny asked, pulling away from me.

“Incredible…” I whispered.

Danny grinned. “Let’s go get cleaned up. All this salt water sucks when it dries.”

“Ok.”

Still dizzy with orgasmic pleasure, I followed my brother into the cottage, my eyes fixed on his bare butt as he walked. A work of art it was, like the rest of his body.

Once we got back up to the cottage, we bee-lined for the shower. Danny got the water going and we got in under the two spray-heads. The entire time I was staring at my brother’s still hard penis, desperately wanting it.

Finally I couldn’t stand it and took my brother’s rigid penis in my hand. Giving it a couple slow strokes I said, “You still need to cum.”

Danny shrugged. “It’s cool. I don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. You made me feel good, so it’s only fair.”

“Ok.”

I took a step closer to him. “Can I do it in a different way, though?”

“What way?” Danny asked quietly.

“This way.” I knelt down, feeling the water wash over my body. I leaned forward a little and licked the tip of my brother’s penis and the opened my mouth wide and slid my lips down until he was all the way inside me.

“Oh!” Danny gasped. “Oh, I hadn’t expected that…”

I moved my mouth all along the shaft of my brother’s penis, giving him his first official blowjob. It was wonderful being able to do this for real after sneaking a taste the other night. Now not only was I able to get off on it, but hopefully so was Danny.

My brother’s penis felt so natural in my mouth, I thought to myself as I blew him, and so much better doing this while he was awake instead of sleeping. I hoped he liked this as much as I did. It meant that I’d get to do it with him more and that would be just wonderful!

After only a couple minutes Danny whispered, “Dustin…? I’m gonna cum soon…”

Putting both my hands on my brother’s ass I began moving faster, hoping for a good, solid orgasm from him. Only about thirty seconds later I got my wish, as my brother’s penis began to kick and buck in my mouth, sending several spurts of salty sperm onto my tongue and down my throat. At first I thought I might choke, but I swallowed as fast as I could and managed to get it all down.

Once my brother was done cumming, I pulled off and stood up, giving him a hug.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Really nice.” Danny hugged me back and kissed me on the cheek. “Best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Cool.”

“What was it like blowing me?”

I shrugged. “I liked it. You’re my brother. Making you feel good makes me happy.”

He laughed. “Cool.” He took my hard penis in his hand. “Can I do the same thing to you?”

“Oh, if you want,” I said, casually, while inside my mind raced.

“Cool.” Danny dropped to his knees and a couple moments later I felt something warm and wet wrap around my penis. Oh, god, it felt incredible! So much better than jerking off, or being masturbated by my brother. Oh, it was heavenly!

I looked down, watching my brother’s face move back and forth as he gave me my first blowjob. Most of it was in his mouth most of the time, but I could always see a little of the shaft and the bare place where my pubes would be if I didn’t shave.

After less than two minutes, I managed to gasp out, “Oh, Danny, I’m cumming!” just before I began shooting into my older brother’s mouth. I shook and shuddered as the orgasm swept through my body, carrying me to a place of bliss and delight.

When I was done cumming, Danny stood, swallowing the last of my sperm. He grinned at me.

“That was pretty cool.”

“Yeah.”

He came up and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back, and we stood there, naked and embracing, while the water from the shower rained down onto our young, temporarily sated bodies.

Danny said, “We should probably get out of here before we turn into giant prunes.”

I laughed. “Yeah. Plus Mom’s probably going to want us over for dinner soon.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d almost forgotten about that. What with getting and giving my first blowjob and all.” He grinned.

I smiled back. “Yeah. I liked that.”

“Me, too.”

I looked into my brother’s eyes, only a short distance from my own. “I love you, you know.”

“I know, Dustin. I love you, too.”

“Cool.”

Without really thinking about it, I found my face moving closer to his, and his moving nearer to mine. Our lips met, then parted as our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. We kissed and ground our naked bodies together for a good minute or two before we finally separated, each hard again.

I smiled a little. “I’ve never kissed another guy before.”

“I’ve never done any of this stuff before,” Danny said, taking my penis and rubbing it gently. “I like it, though.”

“Me, too.” I took his penis in my hand and this could’ve led somewhere very fun, but right then the phone rang. We quickly parted, almost as though we’d been caught doing something we shouldn’t. Danny grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, going out to answer the phone.

By the time he came back to the bathroom I had a towel around my waist and was trying to comb my hair. “Mom?” I asked, as he walked into the room.

“Yeah.” He dried himself off and then hung up the towel, my eyes fixed on the reflection of his naked body. “She wants us up there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Ok.”

We finished our grooming and dressing in silence, each alone with the thoughts of what we’d done. Once finished, we headed out to the main house where our mom had indeed prepared a nice dinner for us. We ate and talked, and even stuck around at the main house for a couple hours to watch a movie together (some old movie called “The Lady Vanishes”. It was interesting, I guess, if you like black and white), but neither of us really had our brains here. We were both, I think, wanting to get back to the cottage.

As it was, we wound up staying at the main house a lot longer than we expected. In the end, it was about 10:30 before we made it back to the cottage. Once we were inside, Danny yawned and stretched.

“I think I’m going to go to bed soon.”

“Oh? Ok.”

He grinned a little. “I’m gonna hit the hot tub first, though. Wanna come join me?”

“Sure!”

We quickly stripped out of our clothes and got into the water. There wasn’t even any question between us on if we were going to be naked.

As we settled into the water, Danny let out a little sigh. “Ah. This is nice.”

“Yeah. I wish we had one of these at home.”

“No shit! That would so rock.”

I glanced at my brother. “There’s lots of things I like here that I hope we will have at home.”

“Oh? Like jerking and blowing?” he asked with a grin.

I laughed. “Yeah, that,” I said as my penis stiffened.

Danny moved closer. “Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gay.”

I laughed a little and put an arm around my brother’s shoulders. “Well, there’s a shock.”

He giggled. “Yeah, I guess it’s not really, is it?”

“Well, you DID have your mouth on my penis earlier,” I said. Then I reached down and took hold of his erection under the water. “Of course, I had mine on yours, too.”

“Yeah.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and then started making out in the hot tub, kissing and masturbating each other as the water bubbled.

As we broke the kiss, I said, “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

I swallowed. “I don’t think I’m gay. I might be, I don’t know. But I do know that you’re my brother and I love you and I’ve always wanted you and this is the best thing ever.” I looked into his eyes, feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach at how he might react to this confession.

Danny smiled. “I love you, too, Dustin. I always have. You’re my brother and I will always love you.” He shrugged. “I never thought we’d have sex with each other, but I like that we are.”

“Cool.” We kissed a little more and I asked, “Am I your first?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’m yours, too.” I smiled and we kissed again, continuing to masturbate each other.

“Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna go do it in bed?”

“Ok.”

We got out of the water and somehow managed to towel off while still finding time to kiss and grope each other. Once we were fairly dry went to the bedroom where we fell onto the bed and began making out again, running our hands all over one another’s nude bodies as we kissed. I was blown away by how good it all felt, and how close I felt to my brother making love like this.

Danny rolled me over onto my back and moved his head down, wrapping his mouth around my erection. I moaned a little in pleasure and then said, “Move yours around, so that I can suck you, too.” My brother complied and now I was sixty-nining with someone for the first time, my brother’s hard penis stuffing my mouth as my smaller one filled his.

I moved my hands up to Danny’s ass, feeling the muscles move under his skin while we blew each other. In the back of my mind I still couldn’t believe I was actually getting to do all this with him, but I was, and I liked it!

After a few minutes of us blowing each other, Danny pulled his mouth off my penis long enough to say, “You keep that up… and I’m gonna cum pretty soon…”

“Good,” I managed to say around a mouthful of my older brother’s penis. Then I added, “Me, too…”

Danny smiled at me and lowered his mouth back down onto me, his tongue working along the tip and part of the shaft of my penis while his hand worked along the rest of it. I did my best to try and emulate the technique, but since he was on top of me and basically fucking my throat, it wasn’t easy. I didn’t mind, though, just knowing I was giving this kind of pleasure to someone I loved was enough to make up for it!

I did my best to hold back my orgasm as long as I could, but Danny’s mouth was giving me such bliss I couldn’t contain myself, and felt the waves of pleasure wash over me as my penis began to spurt inside my brother’s mouth.

Danny’s orgasm came a few seconds later, with his penis jammed down my mouth as deep as it could go. I didn’t have any choice about swallowing, given that his sperm was basically shooting down my throat as he came.

Once he was done cumming, Danny got off me and laid next me on the bed. He hugged me tight and we kissed passionately; our tongues dancing against each other and our sperm mingling in one another’s mouths.

“That was so cool,” Danny whispered to me.

“Yeah… I wish we’d started doing this long ago.”

Danny was quiet for a moment and then said, “Well, we did kind of start the other night, right? When you sucked me off a little?”

I winced. “You knew about that?”

He laughed. “I woke up with you jerking me off. It wasn’t the kind of thing you sleep through.”

“Oh… sorry.”

Danny kissed me again. “It’s ok. It didn’t bother me.” He was silent for a moment and then said, “Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve wanted to do this with you for a real long time.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, like for the last year or so. Ever since you started to hit puberty.”

“Oh.” I digested that for a bit. “I’ve wanted you for a while, too.”

“How long?”

I shrugged. “Probably for the last year or so. Ever since I started to hit puberty.”

Danny and I both dissolved into giggles at that point. We hugged each other again and slowly drifted off to sleep, naked in each other’s arms.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I was still naked, but in the bed by myself. I looked around, but didn’t see Danny. I did hear some sounds coming from the kitchen, though, and smelled something good. Without bothering to dress, I got up, yawned, stretched, gave my hard penis a couple strokes, and walked nude into the kitchen.

There I saw Danny, just as naked as I was and, as he saw me, getting just as hard. He was making some pancakes. He smiled at me as I walked in.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I came up behind him and gave him a hug, pressing my penis against his ass and kissing him on the cheek. I then let my hand drift slowly downward to my brother’s erection, giving it a couple strokes.

Danny laughed. “Stop that, Dustin. Not while I’m trying to cook. I could burn something.”

“Yeah, that’d be bad. Ok.” I let go of Danny’s penis and walked over to the fridge where I got a glass of orange juice. I took a couple sips and then sat down at the table as Danny began to serve up the pancakes.

“So what do you want to do today, Dustin?” he asked as we ate.

I shrugged. “Have sex.”

He laughed. “Yeah, well, beyond that what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Probably go out to Charlotte Amalie again. I’m sure Mom’s going to want to meet up and do something.”

“Yeah, probably.”

I leaned forward and gave a maple-syrup flavored kiss to my brother’s cheek. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have lots of sex anyhow.”

“True.”

This could’ve gotten a lot more interesting, not to mention sticky, but before we could really go anywhere, our mom called. She’d already called for the boat to go to town, and wanted us to come join her. We basically ended up with about twenty minutes, which, sadly, left us only enough time to finish eating, get cleaned up and get dressed.

Our mom had it in mind for us to spend pretty much the entire day playing tourist. We’d seen most of the notable sights in town, but she’d managed to find some obscure art galleries and had wanted to smarten us up by showing them to us. I was fairly bored, as was Danny. I knew we’d both rather be spending our day naked and playing.

At one point after lunch, but before we left to go back to the island, Danny slipped away for a bit. When he returned he had a suspiciously innocent look on his face. I tried to ask him where he’d been, but he just shook his head and whispered, “Later.”

We ended up staying in town until after dinner, when we finally called the boat and rode back to the island. We said goodnight to our mom and went back to our small cabin on the other side of the island. As soon as we were back in the cabin, I gave my brother a hug and said, “So what are you hiding?”

“Hiding?” he asked. “Who said I’m hiding anything?”

“Me. You wandered off earlier and looked super-innocent when you came back. What’s going on?”

“Oh, that. I bought something.”

I rolled my eyes. Danny loved to play these sorts of games. “And what was the something you bought?”

“Well, what do I get if I tell you?” he asked with a little smirk.

I placed a hand on my brother’s crotch, rubbing at the lump in his pants. “You get me.”

“Well, I guess that’s good enough,” he said, looking doubtful.

“Or I could kick you in the balls.”

Danny laughed. “Well, when you put it like that…” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small bottle with the word “Wet” printed on it.

“What’s that?” I asked, taking it from him.

“It’s what’s called lube.”

“What’s it for?”

“Makes things slippery.” He took the bottle from me and squirted a small amount onto my fingertips.

I moved my fingers together, mildly amazed at the total lack of friction. “Nice. Why do you have it?”

“So that you can be inside me tonight.”

“Huh?” I looked at him. “I’ve already been inside you.”

Danny placed his hand over my crotch this time and said in a soft voice, “I’m not talking about you being inside my mouth.”

“Then what-“ Realization dawned. “Oh…”

“Yeah.”

“You want me to fuck you?” I whispered.

“God, yes.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Well, yeah, sure, I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

“Good.” He put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. “I’ve always wanted to get fucked by you, Dustin.”

“Well!” I kissed him back. “Sounds fine to me!”

We both began giggling. “You wanna get naked and into the hot tub?” Danny asked.

“Sure.”

We started kissing and, without any discussion, began tugging at each other’s clothes. Soon we were both nude and still standing there in the living room, kissing each other.

“I love you so much, Danny,” I whispered, stroking my brother’s penis.

“I love you, too, Dustin.” He dropped to his knees and put his mouth around my penis, moving his head slowly back and forth.

I ran my fingers through Danny’s hair as he blew me. Looking towards the window I could see the reflection of our naked bodies in the glass. It was so hot watching my brother suck me off. I really hoped we could do this at home, too, cause I had a full-length mirror in my bedroom.

“Dustin?” Danny said as he abruptly pulled his mouth off my penis.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to wait. I want you to fuck me right now.”

“Sure!” I said eagerly.

Danny stood up and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers and then handed it to me. “Get it nice and slick,” he said.

“Ok.” I squirted some of the lube onto my penis and rubbed it all over, getting it as slippery as I could. Meantime Danny was standing here with his hand behind him and moving around a little awkwardly. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was doing with his fingers.

Finally he said, “Ok, I’m ready,” and laid down on the floor.

“You just wanna do it right here?” I asked, kneeling on the ground next to him.

“There’s no way I can wait to get into the bedroom. I need you inside me, Dustin. Now.”

I wasn’t one to argue. I got between his legs and said, “So, how do we do this?”

“Well, I haven’t actually been fucked before,” Danny said. “I’ve used my fingers and I have a dildo at home. But in theory all that should have to happen is I spread and lift my legs and you slide it into me.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Danny spread his legs wide and lifted them up, presenting his ass to me. The target was pretty obvious. I maneuvered around and eventually got myself lined up.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yeah. Go slow.”

“Ok.”

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Then I pushed forward and watched as slowly my thirteen-year-old penis began to enter my fifteen-year-old brother’s virgin ass. I moved as slowly as I could until I was all the way in him and then gave him a kiss.

“I’m inside you,” I whispered in amazement. “Does it feel ok?”

“No… it feels amazing,” he said with a blissed-out smile. “Do you like it?”

I moved back and forth a little, feeling pleasure like I’d never felt before and in the most casual voice ever, said, “Well, yeah, it’s ok.”

Danny giggled, then wrapped his arms and legs around me. “Fuck me, little brother.”

I began thrusting slowly, moving my hips and sliding my penis in and out of my older brother’s ass. If I’d thought blowjobs were amazing, and I did, they were nothing compared to this. I wondered if it felt as good when fucking a girl? I’d probably never find out. Besides, who cared about girls when I had my brother to have sex with?

While I fucked Danny, his hand moved to his penis and he began rapidly masturbating. God, it was hot doing that, and knowing that I was inside him at the same time. I’d never really thought about fucking before, but I could see I was going to spend a lot more time thinking about it now!

All too soon I felt my orgasm approaching. I managed to gasp out, “Danny…? Are you getting close?”

“Kinda…”

“Oh… well, I’m gonna cum… real soon…”

“Do it, Dustin,” he whispered back, looking me straight in the eyes. “Cum inside me…”

That did it. Gritting my teeth I pushed my penis deep into my older brother’s ass and lost myself in orgasm as my sperm fired off into him. It was, hands down, the best orgasm I’d ever had, period!

“Was it good?” Danny asked, reaching up to stroke my hair.

I stared at him. “Are you kidding?”

Danny giggled. “Stay in me while I cum.”

“Ok.”

I moved so that my penis was as deep inside my brother as I could get it, and then watched him as he masturbated. It was so beautiful watching that body I loved so much as he pleasured himself and, eventually, reached an orgasm. God, I was the luckiest boy in the world for getting to see this!

Once Danny was done cumming, I pulled out of him and we laid side-by-side on the floor, making out with each other. Eventually we got up and headed to the shower, where we cleaned up. The cleanliness didn’t last, though, because pretty soon Danny was bent over with me doing him from behind as the water flowed onto our nude bodies.

My brother and I spent the entire rest of the vacation in the Virgin Islands screwing our brains out. We fucked in every room in the cottage, and once on the beach (never again). We even fucked in the hot tub a couple times. Mostly we did it in bed, though.

It was always me fucking Danny, never him fucking me. I asked him a couple times if he wanted to, but he never did. He said he enjoyed having me inside him to much to want to switch things around.

I’d wondered if our relationship was going to last once we got back home. I never talked with Danny about it. I figured if this vacation was all we had, I wanted to enjoy it as much as I could. Happily, not more than three hours after we got back to Des Moines, I was fucking Danny on his bed.

It’s been a few years since my brother and I started our incestual relationship with each other. Now we’re in college. He’s a dance major, I’m an art major. Most people think we’re gay just because of that. We share a two-bedroom apartment, but we only really use one bed.

I know there’s people out there who would frown on my brother and I and the relationship we have. To each other we don’t even pretend we’re anything other than madly in love with each other. To everyone else… well, some of our friends know, some have figured it out, and it’s not anyone else’s business. As long as Danny and I are happy together, that’s what’s most important, and happy we are

END

Copyright 2008, by Alex Hawk. All rights reserved

Well, there you go, gay incest fans! It’s been a long time since I’ve written an entirely gay story, but here you are. I hope you all liked it! Elements of the story were based on the film “Harry and Max”, which is about a pair of incestual brothers. If you haven’t seen it, do so. It isn’t the best film ever made, but it is reasonably entertaining, and there’s some seriously nice eye-candy.

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Chasing Colt – Chapter Eleven – Two Boys and a Girl

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October 16, 2008

Chasing Colt – Chapter Eleven – Two Boys and a Girl
By
Alex Hawk

It was a rainy afternoon a month after I’d take Angelo’s virginity. He, Tyler and I were all hanging around in my bedroom. We’d all snuggled together under the blankets and were looking out the window, watching the rainfall and occasionally making out with one another.

“This is nice,” Angelo whispered into my ear as he cupped one of my breasts. I was sandwiched between him and Tyler. It was a very good place to be.

“Yes, it is.”

“So when you gonna finally get around to fucking Matthew and Tobey?” Tyler asked. He was fondling my vagina and occasionally sucking my other breast.

“Gee you know how to really complete a mood,” I said sourly.

“Yeah, well… it’s been a month. The audience is getting anxious.”

There was a quiet pause.

“What audience?”

Tyler shrugged. “Well, ok. Me and the rest of the gang.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure it’s hell for you all to be getting to fuck me on a regular basis while I’m trying to figure out how to do Tobey and Matthew.”

“Well, not hell, exactly…”

“I thought not.”

“Speaking of which,” Angelo said with a grin. “May I?”

“Sure.” I spread my legs a little wider as Tyler moved his hand out of the way.

Angelo maneuvered himself between my legs. Giving me a couple gentle kisses he eased his penis into my waiting vagina and started slowly fucking me.

“Aaaah… yeah… no hurry from my point of view, Amber… I’m content with things as they are…”

“I bet,” I said, resting a hand on Angelo’s firm teenage butt.

Tyler and I started kissing while Angelo fucked me. Occasionally Tyler would lift his face up and lock lips with Angelo as well. I liked seeing boys fooling around with each other. There was very little these days that turned me on more than that!

After Angelo had been fucking me for a few minutes, Tyler poked his friend on the ass and said, “Hey, can I have a turn?”

“Sure.”

Angelo rolled off me and my brother got on top, his penis sliding into the vagina so recently vacated by Angelo’s. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered as he started thrusting. “Incest is best!”

I rolled my eyes and said to Angelo, “Hey, if you wanna move yourself up a little, I’ll blow you while Tyler fucks me.”

“Sure!” Angelo replied eagerly. He moved his body up and, rather awkwardly, slid his penis into my mouth. As I began blowing him, I reached back to cup his butt and he started making out with Tyler. It was a wonderful scene!

Suddenly Angelo stopped moving. “Hey… I have a cunning plan…” He pulled back and sat down next to me on the bed, an interesting look in his eyes.
Tyler paused in his incestual fucking of me. “What?”

“Yeah, what?” I said, slightly annoyed at my fun being interrupted.

“I know the perfect way to get Matthew and Tobey!”

“What?” I asked.

“First this. Tyler, make me cum while I sort out the details.”

Tyler shrugged. “Ok!” He eagerly lowered his mouth onto Angelo’s penis while resuming his fucking.

I let my eyes drink in the sight of Angelo’s lean, naked, fourteen-year-old body while he got blown by my little brother. He was on his knees, leaning back on one hand while his other hand was resting on the back of Tyler’s head. A small bead of sweat as sliding down his bare chest. His eyes were closed, he was biting his lower lip, his nipples were hard, his body was tight and smooth as he swiveled his hips just a little bit, moving his penis within my brother’s mouth. God, I love boys!

Actually, and much to my surprise, the simple view of Angelo being blown by Tyler, combined with Tyler’s penis moving within my vagina, was enough to trigger my orgasm. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, letting out a low moan as I felt the pleasure splash over my body.

After a few seconds Angelo grinned down at me. “You… just came… huh?”

“Yeah…”

“I’m going to… too… ooooh…” He moaned loudly and held tight onto Tyler’s hair. I saw his penis twitch within my brother’s mouth as his sperm fired off down the younger boy’s throat, Tyler swallowing hard and fast.

Tyler must’ve really liked all this, because seconds later I felt his sperm blasting into my vagina as his own orgasm claimed him. As soon as he was done cumming, he pulled his mouth off Angelo’s penis, a small string of sperm dribbling from his lower lip.

I kissed my brother passionately, tasting Angelo’s sperm in his mouth. Moments later Angelo joined in the kiss and we all let ourselves relax in post-sexual bliss. Once we were all done kissing we pulled away from each other and laid there on my bed together, all breathing hard and very happy.

“So what,” I asked Angelo, “is your cunning plan?”

For the next five minutes Angelo laid out a very cunning and subtle plan. I couldn’t wait to go forward with it! Today was Wednesday. By Friday night Matthew and Tobey would join the ranks of the devirginized!

END CHAPTER ELEVEN

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. More or less.

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