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Joyeux Anniversaire

October 13, 2008

Joyeux Anniversaire
By
Alex Hawk

Today is my birthday! As of 4:03am today, September 23, 1961, I am officially thirteen!

Currently I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom in our family’s apartment in Paris. I’m naked and eyeing my adolescent body with a critical eye. I’m fairly thin, with a vaguely androgynous face. My skin is pale, my hair is brown, my eyes are blue. Between my legs stands a very erect, almost hairless four inch penis. Still virgin, but that’s going to change later tonight, which is why I’m looking at myself now. I want to make sure I’m presentable.

There’s a knock at the door. “Antoine?”

“Come in, Jean,” I say.

My fifteen-year-old brother walks… well, swaggers… into the room. Like me, he is naked. Like me, his penis is hard. Unlike me, he isn’t still a virgin.

A cigarette dangles from his mouth. He takes a look at me in the mirror, and reaches a hand down, encircling it around my young penis. He’s the only person other than me who has ever touched it.

Stroking my penis slowly, my brother says, “Are you ready to put this thing to good use tonight?”

“Yeah…”

He turns me around and hugs me close, then kisses me on the mouth. I hug and kiss him back. I love my brother so much. I could never deny him anything, even my body.

I move one of my hands down to wrap around his penis as he keeps stroking mine. “After tonight… can we still do… this?” I ask, a little nervously.

“Mais oui,” he says. “I will never give you up, Antoine.” Then he drops down to his knees and slips his mouth around my penis, moving his head back and forth. I moan faintly and place my hands on the back of his head, losing myself in the pleasure.

As my brother sucks on me, I feel one of his hands, which had been cupping my butt, move slowly down and to the center. I spread my legs a little as Jean begins to work a finger gently up into me.

“Turn around,” he says, after a couple more moments, standing up as he does.

Knowing what’s next, and eagerly anticipating it, I turn around and take hold of the foot of my bed, bending over slightly. My brother moves around behind me, and I hear him opening the jar of Vaseline. A few seconds later, I feel him pressing up against me, and I start to moan again as his penis slides slowly, deeply into my ass.

“Always so tight in you, little brother,” whispers Jean as he leans forward and kisses me on the back of the neck. Then he straightens up and starts to move in and out of me in an anxious rhythm.

I moan again and start to masturbate as my brother fucks me. For the last six months we’ve been having sex with each other, ever since he first taught me how to play with myself. It’s a wonderful experience and part of why I love him so much.

Only about three minutes later, my brother grunts and pushes deep inside me. He holds himself steady as I feel his penis start to pulse inside me, shooting his sperm up into my ass. At about the same time, I start to cum, a small amount of my sperm spattering onto the floor, as the incredible bliss of orgasm washing through my young body.

“You came, right?” my brother ask as he slides his penis out from inside me.

“Yeah,” I say. I stand up, a little shaky, feeling my brother’s sperm sliding down my leg.

“Bien.” He kisses me. “Go get cleaned up. We have to leave for school soon.”

“Ok.”

I duck into the shower and got cleaned. Moments later I am sitting at the table, eating some breakfast with my mother, father and Jean. He trades a knowing smile with me as my father thumbs through today’s issue of “Le Monde”.

“Joyeux anniversaire, mon fis,” my mother says, kissing me on the head.

“Merci, maman” I say with a smile.

“Oh, is that today? I knew something important was happening today, but I thought it was just the day the gas man was supposed to read our meter,” my father says, looking at me over his glasses, a playful look in his eyes.

“Oui, papa,” Jean says. “I would think you would hardly forget the day this accursed creature came into our lives.”

“It is overshadowed by the horror of your birth,” my father informs him. Jean sticks his tongue out in response.

The light banter continues for a little while as we eat. Once we are done, my brother and I grab our satchels and head to the school. It’s only a short ten minute walk. Along the way, my friend Marcel Malle joins us He is a few months older than me, and like I plan to, he lost his virginity on his thirteenth birthday.

“Happy birthday,” he says to me, handing me a small parcel.

“Oh, thank you.” I pause to unwrap it. Inside is a book, “The Stranger”, by Albert Camus. “Oh, thank you indeed! I haven’t read this before.”

“Good, then you’ll get a couple new experiences today,” he says with a grin. Looking at Jean he says, “You’re still taking him to Marie tonight, oui?”

“But of course. I can’t have my little brother be teenage virgin for more than twenty-four hours.”

“Good.”

I take a moment to hug my friend and we walk the rest of the way to school, where I know I’m going to spend the next several hours distracted, horny and annoyed that I was still stuck at school when I’d rather be-

“Monsieur Truffaut!”

I look up guiltily. It’s the middle of day now, and my teacher is glaring at me.

“Yes, sir?”

“Perhaps you would care to stop looking out the window and instead explain to me why Charlemagne’s empire could not be sustained?”

A pained look on my face, I stand and try to stammer my way through an answer, but from the sour look on my teacher’s face, I know I’m doomed.

“Your answer is not acceptable. You will write a paper on the subject and hand it to me by next week.”

“Yes, sir.”

Marcel gives me a knowing look from across the classroom. He’s aware that I certainly won’t be getting around to working on this project for another night or two. I grin back and do my best to pay attention through the rest of my classes.

After school, Jean leaves to go be with some of his friends and Marcel and I walk together to a nearby café. We sit there for a while talking, drinking coffee, smoking and looking at some of the girls walking past.

“So you looking forward to tonight?” Marcel asks, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Of course. Anything special I should know?”

He shrugs. “You’ll probably cum really quick. Marie will probably let you have a second time. Maybe a third, if she likes you. Those times will be better.”

“Did she like you enough?” I ask with a smile.

He grins. “We did it three times, yeah.”

“Manifique.”

“Yes, it was.”

We chat a little longer before we walk to my family’s flat. Jean is already there. My mother kisses me and Jean, Marcel and myself retire to my bedroom. I’m horny and distracted the entire time. Eventually we have a nice dinner before Jean announces he’s taking me to the cinema to see a special screening of “Les enfants terrible”, as a birthday present.

We do actually go to the cinema, and I enjoy the film, though not as much as I thought I might. After that, as the hour gets late, we head towards the small flat rented by Marie, the woman who would make me a man.

Jean knocks on the door and after a moment a woman answers. She has brown hair, a friendly smile and very little clothing.

“Bonjour, Jean,” she says, giving him a little kiss. “Bonjour, Marcel.” She gives him a kiss, too, then smiles at me. “And you must be Antoine.” She leans down and gives me a kiss, too. “Entrez-vous, s’il vous plait.”

The three of us walk into her small flat. It’s a little two-story flat with the parlor and kitchen on the ground floor and the bedroom and WC on the top floor. It has an odd smell that I can’t quite place, but I like the flat despite myself.

She ushers us into her kitchen and sits us down at the table where she serves us each a small glass of wine. I drink mine quickly, feeling nervous and embarrassed for reasons I can’t quite pin down. I’m only barely aware of Jean handing Marie a thousand francs; the price of my innocence.

“Well, now,” Marie says, making the money disappear. She smiles at me. “Are you ready to become a man, mon ami?”

Silently I nod.

She smiles again and says, “Let us go. You boys behave.”

“We will,” chorus my brother and Marcel.

Marie takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs, Jean and Marcel both clapping and cheering me on. I smile a little smile at them and follow her up the staircase into a narrow hallway and then into a small bedroom.

“It’s nice of your brother to do this for you,” Marie says as she ducks behind a small screen.

“Yes, he’s a good person,” I say, feeling extremely nervous.

After a few seconds, Marie comes out from behind the screen. She’s naked. My heart leaps into my throat as my already hard penis throbs. I’ve never seen a woman nude in real life before. My eyes are drawn to the dark delta of hair between her legs. She’s beautiful.

Walking towards me, she places her hands on my shoulders and kisses me on the forehead. “Just relax and enjoy yourself, oui?”

“Oui.”

She begins to unbutton my shirt and then pulls it off my body. She runs her hands down my bare chest for a few seconds, and then down to my pants. She unbuttons those and reaches inside them, then inside my underwear, and runs a finger along the length of my hard, young penis. Then slowly, she lowers my pants and underwear down, leaving me naked and trembling.

“You look very nice, Antoine. A lovely little man.”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling myself blush.

Stroking my penis gently, she says, “Come to the bed.”

“Alright.”

I follow her to the bed and lay down next to her. Marie smiles as she lays down, spreads her legs a little and says, “It will go in easier if you are on top of me.”

“Oh. Right.” Swallowing hard and having visions of my brother and Marcel coming in and yanking me off of her, I get on top of Marie, holding my body above hers, my heart racing in anticipation.

Marie reaches between our nude bodies and takes hold of me. Her other hand moves onto my butt and I feel her push me down. With a suddenness that surprises me, I feel my barely thirteen-year-old virgin penis glide smoothly and easily into Marie’s thirty-six-year-old vagina. Before I even know what’s happening, I’m all the way inside her. My virginity is gone forever, lost at the cost of a thousand francs.

Marie brushes a little hair out of my face as I settle down on top of her. “There. Now you’re a man.”

“Yeah!” I gasp and give about two thrusts of my hips before I close my eyes and grunt, the pleasure overwhelming me as my penis begins to spurt inside Marie, sending my adolescent sperm into her vagina. I feel exhilaration, but a bit of shame; I’d lasted even less my first time than Marcel had on his first time.
Gasping and shuddering, I laid on top of Marie, trying to get my brain to work again. I am aware of her whispering, “Good, you did good,” into my ear.

Finally my brain is working again, and I manage to say, “I’m sorry I didn’t last long…”

I feel Marie’s body moving under me as she laughs. It’s a nice feeling. “You did fine for your first time. You’ll do better your second time.” She hugs me tight, and I feel her breasts pressing against my chest. My penis, which had never really softened while still inside her vagina, gives a little jump.

Smiling, Marie says, “It feels like you’re ready to go again. This is why I like boys your age.”

I grin in silent response.

“Start moving it in and out,” she instructs. “Don’t go too fast, or you might slip out.”

“Alright.”

I begin thrusting slowly, awkwardly, moving my hips back and forth and sliding my young penis in and out of Marie’s vagina. For the first time in my life I am fucking, instead of getting fucked. I like it!

“Yes, yes, Antoine,” Marie whispers. “Oh, that feels nice. You’re doing very well.”

I bury my head in her shoulder and keep fucking with short, rabbit-thrusts, losing myself in the bliss of intercourse. God, it isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced! I can see now why everyone is so obsessed with sex.

This second time I manage to last about three minutes before I finally start cumming inside her a second time. The orgasm is, if anything, even better than the first one, and I’d thought that was the height of my existence!

Once I’m done cumming, my penis slides out of Marie and I flip over, laying next to her and breathing hard.

“You did very well, Antoine,” she says, and kisses me.

“Thank you…” I gasp, still breathing hard.

Marie lights a cigarette and hands it to me before lighting up one of her own. I take a couple drags and hear a knock at the door.

“You done in there?” comes Jean’s voice.

“Oui, come on in and meet your new and improved little brother,” Marie says.

Jean and Marcel both walk in. Jean comes over to me and shakes my hand.

“Well done, little brother. Good to see you carry on the family tradition.”

“For another thousand francs, I’ll let you each have a turn,” Marie says, smiling at Jean and Marcel.

My brother and friend look at each other and huddle in the corner. After a moment they walk over. Jean places some money on the nightstand and says, “Here you go.”

Marie counts the money and then nods. “D’acord. Get undressed.”

Jean and Marcel get naked. I’ve seen Jean any number of times, but this is the first time I’ve seen Marcel nude and erect. He looks nice, but not as nice as Jean.
Marie lays back and spreads her legs as Jean gets on top. He presses his penis against her vagina and slides in slowly. I watch in fascination as they begin to fuck. It’s something I’ve never known I wanted to see before now.

Marcel comes over and steals a drag from my cigarette. As he smokes, I find myself staring at his hard penis. After a moment, unable to resist, I reach out and wrap my hand around it, giving it a couple slow strokes.

Marcel stares down at me in mild surprise. I look up at him and say, “Can I suck it?”

“Uhm. If you want to.”

I lean forward and lower my mouth around my friend’s penis, sucking it gently as I move my lips back and forth along the shaft. I’ve never done this with Marcel, though I have often wanted to.

My brother looks over from where he’s fucking Marie and says, “Oh, god, that’s incredible. Uh!” He closes his eyes and starts to twitch as he adds his sperm to mine inside Marie’s vagina.

As soon as he’s done cumming, he rolls off Marie and Marcel moves towards her, his penis withdrawing from my mouth and sliding into place inside her vagina. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but he apparently had other desires.

Once Marcel is done fucking Marie I get on top and take one last turn inside her, knowing that from here on out I’d do just about anything to feel the sensation of a warm, tight vagina around my adolescent penis. When I’m done I lay there on Marie’s bed, naked and smoking with her, my brother and my best friend, having had the happiest birthday any boy could ever hope for.

FIN

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Here you go kids, my latest story! Apologies for any errors with the French dialogue. I took the language in high school for three years and now remember… parts.

Ringing in the New Year – 2008

October 30, 2008

Ringing in the New Year – 2008
By
Alex Hawk

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” we all chanted at the same time.

As “Auld Lang Sine” played on the TV, I hugged the two naked twelve-year-old children next to me, and they hugged me in turn. I was, without a doubt, a very happy camper.

“I’m glad I got to spend the night with you guys,” I said to Cori and Chris.

“Yeah, it’s been a lot of fun,” Chris said with a shy smile as his twin sister nodded.

“Let me get us some champagne,” I said. I went to the kitchen and popped open the bottle. I poured out three very small glasses and brought them out to the kids. I didn’t want them to have too much, given all the beer they’d already ingested, but a little would be ok.

“Thanks,” Cori said, taking hers.

I handed Chris his and the three of us downed them.

Once we were done with our drinks, I said, “So. You guys wanna learn that last special thing I mentioned? The one that feels REALLY good?”

“Sure!” they both said at once and then giggled.

“Ok,” I said, grinning. “If you guys liked what we’ve already done, just wait until you see what this is like. It’s best if we do it in bed, though, so let’s go to the guest room.”

I led the two kids into the guest room, where I’d already set up the bed for Cori and the cot for Chris. I took Cori by the hand and led her over to the bed.

“Lie down,” I instructed. She did so. I parted her legs and sat down between them. Patting the space next to me, I said to Chris, “Come on up here.”

“Ok.” He sat where I’d indicated.

I leaned down between Cori’s legs and gave her vagina a little lick, pleased to hear her giggle. I then slid my finger up inside her, picturing her brother’s penis doing the same thing. I gave her clit a couple more licks.

“You like that?”

“Yeah…”

“Good.” I moved aside. “Chris, you take over.”

“Ok!” Eagerly the boy got between his sister’s legs. He slid his middle finger up into her vagina and began licking exactly as I had. While Chris went down on Cori, I moved alongside her and began rubbing and sucking on each of her nipples. I wanted to get her very close to climax before I had Chris fuck her.

Within about five minutes I could tell she was starting to get close. I sat up and said to Chris, “Move aside for a bit.”

“Ok.” He got out from between his sister’s legs and took my place next to her as I knelt in front of her vagina.

I already had plenty of pre-cum on the tip of my penis. I rubbed it all over the head to get it nice and slick and then took the shaft in my hand. Moving carefully I placed the head against Cori’s vagina and began rubbing it all over her slit and clitoris, doing my best to drive her nuts and get used to feeling a penis down there.

I nudged the tip against the entrance of Cori’s hairless vagina a couple times and asked her, “How’s that feel?”

“Real good!” she gasped.

“Good.”

I set the tip of my penis against Cori’s vagina and eased it inside until all the tip was in, then pulled it back out. No protests from here and it seemed to go in fairly easily. I took these as good signs.

I slid the tip all the way back inside and said to Chris, “Hey, look at this.”

He looked down. “Wow, cool!”

I pulled it out and put it back in. “Neat, huh?”

“Yeah!”

“You wanna try?”

“Sure!”

Slipping the tip of my penis out of Cori’s vagina, I motioned to her brother. “Come get between her legs.”

“Ok.”

Chris got between Cori’s legs, his hairless penis pointing straight up. I got behind him and took hold of it.

“Ok, you’re going to love this, Chris. You, too, Cori,” I added with a smile to the young girl lying on my bed.

I got behind Chris and took his small penis in my hand. I ran it up and down his sister’s slit for a few strokes and then placed it at the entrance to her vagina.

“Push forward just a little bit,” I said into his ear.

“Ok.”

Chris’ body moved, and I watched over his shoulder as the tip of his penis penetrated into his sister’s vagina. I kept my fingers positioned so that he couldn’t slide in any farther.

“Nice?”

“Yeah…” he whispered.

“What do you think, Cori?” I asked.

“It’s nice…” She smiled. “Yours felt a little better, though.”

“Yeah, but there’s something Chris can do with his that I can’t with mine.”

“What?”

“Wanna see?”

“Ok.”

I slid my fingers down to the base of Chris’ penis. “Push in deeper,” I said.

Chris nodded and pushed with his hips. I watched over his shoulder again as slowly, easily, he pushed his twelve-year-old virgin penis into his sister’s twelve-year-old virgin vagina. Once he was all the way inside, I moved my hand out of the way.

“There,” I said, quietly, resting my hand on Chris’ firm little butt. “Now you can both make each other feel good at the same time.”

“Yeah…” Chris said, a little breathlessly. Cori just nodded and moaned a little.

“Move it in and out,” I instructed the young boy.

“Ok…”

I sat back and began masturbating furiously while I watched brother and sister copulate for the first time. My plans had worked! Months of plotting and scheming was paying off! I was getting to watch sibling incest! I couldn’t believe how cool it was.

I peered down between the kids bodies, where I could see Chris’ very hard, very hairless, preteen penis moving in and out of his sister’s equally hairless vagina. Looking up I could see his firm little ass move as he fucked her, and even farther up I could see the looks of bliss on their faces as they screwed for the first time.

I tried as hard as I could to hold back on my orgasm, wanting the kids to have their own first. Fortunately I didn’t have to wait too much longer before Chris buried his penis as deep into his sister’s vagina as it could go and moaned in pure pleasure. I imagined his young erection twitching as he came inside a girl for the first time, and was distantly aware of Cori climaxing as my own penis began to spurt, a little sperm landing on each of the kids, but most of it landing on the blanket.

After we were all done, I changed the blanket on the bed and we all cleaned up. The kids were both giggling a lot, and by time I said I was going to bed, they were sitting on their bed, kissing and fondling each other. Not more than a couple minutes after I was in bed, I head the rhythmic sound of young bodies in intercourse and the faint sounds of preteen pleasure coming from their room.

I fell asleep not long after the kids finished. 2008 was off to a great start, I thought. I knew what I had gotten the kids to do was basically wrong, but, fuck, I didn’t care. I knew both kids had enjoyed what they’d done, and I had, too.

Happy New Year!

THE START OF 2008

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

The Triton Adventure

December 15, 2008

The Triton Adventure
By
Alex Hawk

I brushed a bit of blond hair out of my face and snapped my gum as I looked around the terminal, bored out of my mind. My fourteen-year-old brother, Jonas, had his face buried in a book and my parents were busy making sure our boarding paperwork was correct.

We were about to head out onto a ship, the Central Sea Cruise Line’s Spirit of Triton, a two-hundred passenger ship that was going to take us from Bermuda, where we now were, to the Straits of Gibraltar, and then through the Mediterranean Sea, with stops… well, all over the place. I wasn’t looking forward to spending two months of my summer vacation at sea, but the idea of seeing new places was kind of cool.

Waiting to board the ship so that I could get to those new places, on the other hand, was really boring. The flight from Chicago to Bermuda had been long and dull, and we’d spent two hours here at the terminal while my parents tried to get some vague issue sorted out with the cruise line. I just wanted to get boarded and start my explorations of the ship.

I sat down next to Jonas and sighed.

“Something wrong, Laurie?” he asked, looking up at me from his book and blinking owlishly behind thick glasses.

“Yeah, I’m bored.” I glared at him. I hate my brother.

“Oh. Well, you can read one of my books, if you want?”

I snorted. “I’m not THAT bored.”

“Oh.”

After what seemed like forever, our parents finally wandered over to us, unhappy looks on their faces.

“Jonas, Lorelei, listen up.” My dad always called me by my full name. I hated it, and preferred Laurie.

Our mom said, “There’s been a problem with the booking. We had asked for a single room for your father and I and a double room for you two. That’s one with two beds.”

“Okay?” I said, not sure where this was going.

My father sighed. “However the cruise line screwed up. They’ve put you two into a single. That’s one large bed.”

I looked at him and then I looked at my brother and said, “Ew! Gross, I’m not sharing a bed with Jonas!” One of the Jonas brothers, maybe, I thought to myself. Even though I was only twelve, I was starting to find boys really desirable.

“You won’t have to share a bed,” my mom said. “We’ve arranged for a fold-out cot to be put into the room. One of you can sleep on that one night and the bed the next night and vice versa.”

“Can’t you just get us a double room?” Jonas asked.

Our dad shook his head. “We tried, believe me, but they’re booked solid and no one was willing to shift. We did get a partial refund from the cruise line and a credit towards a future cruise.”

“Whoope-fuck,” I muttered.

“Language!” my mom said, glaring at me.

“Sorry,” I lied.

“At any rate,” my father said. “We have the rooms at least, so we might as well board. The ship is leaving in about twenty minutes.”

Very unhappy I gathered up my things and followed my parents and brother onto the ship. It wasn’t as big as I’d expected it to be, but once we got inside, it was pretty nice and had an air of minor luxury to it.

The steward took my family and I to our cabins. Our parent’s was located next to ours and, like us, they had a nice view of the sea. Our cabin, though, was a little smaller than theirs. There was a double bed, a fold-up cot in the corner, a dresser, a TV, a couple of nightstands and a door that lead to a small bathroom. The steward took a moment to show us how to unfold the cot (short version: it’s a nightmare), and then left, leaving Jonas and I in the room together.

“Well… who gets the cot for the first night?” Jonas asked.

I looked at him. “You actually need to ask?”

He sighed. “No, I guess I don’t.”

“Right you don’t.” I started putting my things away and then, pointedly, left, going out to explore the ship. Everyone else was up on the deck as we left the dock, but I didn’t want to be there, so I just poked around. I found the dinning room, the small library, a game room and a few other things.

One thing I didn’t find were any kids even close to my age. There weren’t any cute boys, which really annoyed me. I did find some parents who had toddlers, but that wasn’t anyone I could hang out with. Even the older guys were either a: too old, or b: too ugly or c: with their girlfriend/wife. My brother and I seemed to be the only teenagers on board. Well, he was a teenager and I would be next year, which was close enough.

Feeling a little defeated, I wandered back to the cabin. Jonas had unfolded the cot and it took up way too much of the floor space. At least he was sitting on it to read his book and not sitting on the bed.

“You weren’t gone long,” he observed.

“There’s no one else here my age,” I groused as I flopped onto the bed. “You and me are the only teenagers here.”

“You’re not a teenager y-“

“I know!” I snapped.

Jonas looked at me. “Are you starting your period?”

I was briefly stunned silent. “What?!” I shouted once I could. “What business is that of yours?”

“You’re being a little touchy, that’s all,” he mumbled.

I sighed. “No, I’m not. I haven’t started them yet, actually, and I’m kind of sensitive about that, so don’t ask me again, ok?”

“Ok. Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” I grumbled. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“Why don’t we go do something together? Maybe play a video game or something? At least you won’t have to worry about friends of yours knowing that I’m your brother.”

I winced slightly. I’d told him more than a few times that I didn’t want anyone knowing he was my brother. Most people did, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. I knew it made me sound like a bitch, but, well, he was a geek and I was a popular girl, into things like gymnastics and cheerleading. People knowing he was my brother might have dragged down my reputation.

But he had a point. We were going to be far away at sea and then in Europe. No one would know who I was and it didn’t matter if the two of us were seen together.

“Alright,” I said. He stood and we headed out of the cabin. I showed him around the ship a little and we wound up at the game room where we spent some time playing “Dance Dance Revolution” together. To my surprise, he was pretty good, though not nearly as good as me.

We played for a while until our parents came to tell us it was time to get ready for dinner. We headed back to our cabin where we each took showers, got into clean clothes and went to eat.

Dinner was a big buffet. It was pretty tasty. There was a seafood theme, which was fine with me, cause I liked seafood and we didn’t get too much of it in Chicago, or at least not much that was worth eating.

After dinner we went to the shipboard theatre and watched a little song and dance show. It wasn’t very good, but it killed time and kept me from being (too) bored. Eventually it ended and we all retired to our cabins.

Once in the cabin I sat on the bed, idly flipping through the TV stations. The ship had satellite so there were quite a few to pick from. Of course none of them had anything on, so I eventually parked it on MTV and stared at it for a bit.

Meantime, Jonas was sitting on the cot reading his book. I glanced at it. It was some stupid looking fantasy novel, like most of what he read. I didn’t see the appeal to fantasy. If I wanted a good read, I’d turn to Harry Potter or the “Twilight” books.

Eventually it got late and I wanted to get to sleep. I told Jonas I was turning off the lights in a few minutes and went to the bathroom where I changed into my nighty and panties. By the time I got out, Jonas was down to a t-shirt and boxers and was busy getting the cot ready to sleep on. He got onto that, I got into the bed, and a few minutes later, we were both sound asleep.

* * *

I had some pretty weird dreams due to the way the ship rocked, but when I woke up all was well. Jonas was already awake and reading his book (again).

“Good morning,” he said, looking at me with a smile. The light from the window glittered off his braces, making them almost not sucky.

“Hi.” I stretched and got out of bed. I disappeared into the bathroom and came out after I’d cleaned up and put on some clothes. Jonas and I then went out to the dining room and had some breakfast.

After that… well, there wasn’t a lot I was really into doing. I spent a bit of time at the small pool and a little time just wandering around the ship. I also spent some time jogging on the ship’s small jogging track, since I wanted to make sure I stayed in shape. I thought about visiting what passed for the ship’s gym, but decided jogging was good enough.

I also surprised myself, and probably Jonas as well, by spending time with him playing more video games in the ship’s game room. Let’s face it: he was the only person I was really going to be socializing with during this trip. We met with our parents for meals, but otherwise it was just him and me.

Then late that night we headed off to bed. Well, he headed to bed and I headed to cot. God, it was so uncomfortable! There was this metal bar right in the middle of my ass that made it so hard to sleep. I tried shifting around, but it didn’t really accomplish much. I must’ve managed to sleep at least a little, though, cause eventually I woke up and it was morning.

I groaned and got up off the cot, vowing to myself that I’d find a way – any way – to avoid having to sleep on it again.

Day three was basically a copy of day two, except a day later. We did get to attend a little fire-dancing demonstration up on the deck (not sure what this had to do with anything, but it was cool anyhow), and a little seminar thingy on the history of the Mediterranean Sea. It was enough to keep me from being totally bored, at least.

Eventually nighttime rolled around. Jonas and I had gone back to our cabin kind of early, since it had started to rain not too long after dinner. We mostly sat on the bed and stared at the TV, much like we did at home.

After a couple hours, Jonas said, “Well, we should probably get ready for bed.” He looked doubtful at the cot.

I winced in sympathy. “That thing really sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

I sighed. “Look, Jonas, this bed is probably big enough for two, don’t you think? You want to just share it? It’s not like it’s that big of a deal.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t want to wind up sleeping on that thing again, either,” I pointed out with a shudder.

“Yeah, I can understand that. Ok, if you don’t have any problem with it.”

“I don’t, just stay on your side of the bed.”

“Same to you.”

The two of us took time to get changed and then climbed into the bed and turned out the lights. God, it felt so much better than that stupid cot! I was asleep within minutes.

* * *

It was now day six of our little voyage. We’d be putting into Gibraltar tomorrow. I was looking forward to it, since frankly shipboard life had gotten really, really boring. Even hanging out with Jonas was losing its meager charms. I was sure that once we were in Gibraltar and traveling around the Med, things would get more interesting.

Jonas and I were at least getting along well. We hadn’t even fought over what to watch on TV and I’d actually started to enjoy sleeping next to him. He was quiet, and didn’t steal the blankets, and it was nice feeling his warmth near me when I slept.

That night just before we’d gone to bed, we sat through “High School Musical 3”. God, I loved Zac Effron. If I had to pick any boy right now to lose my cherry to, he’d definitely be in the top ten, right behind all three Jonas Brothers and a few other boys.

The problem with this was that it left me really, really horny. I’d only learned a couple months ago how to deal with that, and so that night, once I was sure Jonas was sleeping, I spread my legs a little and reached down into my panties. Letting out a gentle sigh, I started rubbing the area around my clit, feeling the pleasure wash over me.

As I did this, I started thinking about Zac Effron, the Jonas Brothers and the other boys I desired. I pictured them shirtless, me making out with them, and even some of them making out with each other. It was really getting me hot and getting me really close to-

“Laurie?” came the soft voice next to me.

I froze.

“Laurie, what are you doing?”

Sliding my hand out of my panties, I said, “Nothing, go back to sleep.”

“It didn’t seem like nothing.”

“Well, it was,” I snapped. I turned onto my side, cursing all boys, especially my brother.

“Uhm… were you, you know… touching yourself?”

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

“If you were, it’s ok,” Jonas said. “I mean, I can get up and go hang out in the hall while you do it.”

I blinked in surprise and rolled over to look at him. “What?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know how it is with boys, so I guess it’s the same with girls. Sometimes you just gotta do it, right? So if you need to, I can just go out into the hallway and read for a bit. It’s not a big deal.”

I felt oddly touched by this. “You’d go out into the hallway while I… masturbated?” I blushed at saying the word and was grateful it was too dark for him to see me.

“Well, yes. I assume you’d do the same.”

That gave me a sudden mental image of Jonas masturbating. I knew boys did it, or at least I’d read things about boys doing it, but I hadn’t thought he did it. I guess it was kind of like sex in general; you were always amazed to find out someone other than yourself knew anything about it.

“Oh,” was all I could think to say.

“So… do you want me to wait outside?” Jonas asked after a bit.

“No, it’s ok,” I said. Then, “You know, I just thought of something.”

“What?”

“Well… I mean, we’re both comfy in bed, right? And we both need to do it. Well, I know I do and I guess you probably do.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Right. Well, I mean, we can probably just do it next to each other. You know, in bed? I mean, we wouldn’t be touching each other at all or even watching. We’d just be doing it next to each other. That way neither of us has to wait in the hall. What’d be the point of that, anyhow? We know what the other person would be doing, so it’s not like there’s anything to hide.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Jonas said slowly. “It would be nice not to have to get out of bed while you do it and then you have to get out while I did it.”

“Yeah. So you want to?”

I couldn’t make out his face in the darkness, so I had no idea what he’d say. I did eventually see him nod, though, and heard him say, “Well, I guess we can try it tonight at least and see how it works.”

“Ok. Well, then, I’m going to take off my panties, cause it’s lots easier that way.”

“Alright, I’ll take off my boxers, too.”

A few moments later and there were mutual “plop” sounds as our underwear hit the floor. I laid back and sighed a little as my fingers returned to their usual spot between my legs. Glancing over I saw a lump in the blankets next to me that moved up and down. My brother was masturbating.

It was… really interesting doing it next to him. For one thing, he used his left hand and I used my right. Due to the way we were positioned, this meant our elbows were touching every once in a while. It was also the first time I’d done anything even remotely sexual near another person and that added a new level to it.

“You doing ok, Laurie?” Jonas asked after a bit.

“Yeah, ok?”

“Yeah… you getting close to finishing at all?”

“Not yet.”

“Oh, ok.” I saw the lump stop. “Let me know when you get closer, ok? If we finish at about the same time, the other person doesn’t have to wait.”

“Oh, ok.”

I tried to get back to picturing Zac, et al, but realized quickly that all I could think about was the fact that my brother was laying next to me with his penis in his hand. I wondered briefly how boys did it and pictured him naked and doing it. This pushed me quickly towards my orgasm.

“Uh… ah… Jonas… it’s gonna happen soon…”

“Ok,” he said. I saw the lump start moving faster than it had before.

My orgasm hit and hit hard. It was the first one I’d had since before we’d left Chicago, so I knew it was going to be a strong one, but I had no idea how strong! It was probably the best I’d ever had, and hearing the sounds of Jonas gasping as he had his orgasm next to me only enhanced the experience.

Finally we were both done. We laid there next to each other on the bed, breathing hard. In the background I heard the noises of the ship and the ocean.

“Well…” Jonas said after a bit.

“Yeah…”

“Turn your head away for a moment.”

“Ok.” I turned and looked at the wall. I felt Jonas get out of bed and heard him open a drawer on the dresser.

Then he got back into bed and moved around a bit before saying, “Ok, you can look back over here now.”

I looked at him. Nothing seemed different.

“What was that all about?”

“Oh. Um. Well, when boys do it, we, you know, shoot… sperm. You know? And I had to clean it up, so I got a sock, and I’m all clean now. Yay.”
I giggled. “Oh.”

“Girls don’t have that problem, do you?”

“No, we don’t.”

“Figures.”

Into the quiet that followed, I said, “Jonas?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell anyone we did this, ok?”

He laughed. “I won’t. This time not just for your reputation, but mine, too.”

“Yeah, well, when we get back home, if you want to tell people you’re my brother, I won’t mind too much,” I said.

“You won’t?”

“No, it’s kind of stupid the way I’ve treated you.”

I saw him shrug. “I know how it is with the cliques and all. But thanks. I’m glad I have you for a sister.”

“I’m glad you’re my brother.”

“Cool.”

A few more minutes went by and Jonas said, “Laurie?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever put your panties back on?”

“Uh. No. Did you put your boxers back on?”

“No. You want to just leave them off for tonight?”

“Yeah, I feel too sleepy to worry about it.”

“Me, too. Good night, Laurie.”

“Good night, Jonas.”

We drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Things were a little strained the next morning. I woke up after Jonas had and he’d already gotten dressed and went for breakfast. I was hungry, but didn’t really want to run into him just yet. I had to think about what we’d done last night.

I mean, ok, yeah, we hadn’t had sex or anything like that, but we’d masturbated together and that was just a little… oh, I don’t know. Weird, I guess. It was certainly something that a couple weeks ago I’d never imaged doing with my brother.

Mostly I spent the morning lurking around the cabin, reasonably sure Jonas wouldn’t come back. By the time I finally felt like getting out and doing something, it was just a few minutes until we were going to dock in Gibraltar, so that worked out well.

I went topside to watch the docking and instantly ran into Jonas. He blushed a little and waved at me. I sighed quietly and went to stand next to him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

We watched as the people down on the docks started handling ropes and such, getting the ship tied up. I was about to say something when our parents came up to us, grinning and chattering about all they wanted to do that day. We’d have the whole day and night in port, so they had a lot planned. I traded looks with Jonas and the four of us went ashore.

Gibraltar turned out to be a bit more boring than I’d expected. Sure, the Rock was cool, but once you got past that, there really wasn’t a lot here. We did take a little bus tour that went up into Spain, but I didn’t get too excited about that, since we’d be docking in Barcelona in a couple days.

Still, it was nice to get off the ship and go walking around on solid ground, though at first I’d actually had trouble keeping my balance, which was kind of funny.
When night had rolled around, our parents dumped us back onto the ship so that they could go out to some nightclub. I sort of avoided being alone with Jonas, but eventually it got to the point where I was going to need to get to bed, so I gritted my teeth and walked into the cabin we shared. Jonas was already there, sitting on the bed watching TV.

“Hey, Laurie,” he said when I came in.

“Hi.” I ducked into the bathroom for a little bit, showering and changing into my nighty and panties, then walked back out.

“You about ready for bed?” I asked.

“Sure, let me just go change.”

“Ok.”

Jonas dashed into the bathroom. I turned off the TV and the lights and got into bed. Then I laid there on my back, staring at the ceiling until my brother came and got into bed next to me. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved that he had his boxers on.

Jonas settled in and we laid there next to each other in silence for a bit. I was in a real strange place mentally, cause I wanted to do masturbate with him again, but I also didn’t want to, cause there was a part of me that thought it might be bad. But I was really horny. Mostly I was just a little confused.

Jonas finally broke the silence, saying, “Laurie? Are you mad at me?”

“What?” I asked in genuine surprise. “No, why would I be mad at you?”

“Well, you know. Last night. You might be mad at me for talking you into it or something.”

I rolled my eyes. “Jonas, it was my idea.”

“Well, yeah, but still.”

“I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just… I don’t know. I liked what we did last night, but it was pretty weird too, you know?”

“God, I’m so glad you said that!” Jonas said with a relieved laugh. “That’s how I feel, too!”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“But you liked it, right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Ok.” I was quiet for a bit and then said, “Well… maybe if we did it again, we’d get used to it and it wouldn’t be weird.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, maybe. I mean, we’re going to be on this boat for a lot longer and we’ll have to do SOMETHING to get off or we’ll both go nuts.”

My brother laughed. “Yeah, that’s true.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “So… you want to do it again?”

“Sure, I guess. If you want to.”

“Ok.”

“Ok. Guess we better take our underwear off.”

“Yeah.”

There were two “plop” sounds a few moments later and then the faint sounds of my brother stroking his penis as I started rubbing around the outside of my vagina and along my clitoris. All my doubts were vanishing under a cloud of blissful good feelings.

“Hey, Laurie?” Jonas asked as we played with ourselves.

“Yeah?”

“How do girls, you know, do it? Do you stick a finger inside or something?”

I shook my head, though he couldn’t see me in the darkness. “No. Well, some girls do and I have before, but mostly I just rub along the outside and next to my clit.”

“Oh.” I heard the pace of his strokes increase.

“How do boys do it?”

“Well, I just hold in my hand kind of loose, but not too loose, and stroke it up and down.”

“Oh, ok.”

A picture of Jonas masturbating settled smoothly into my mind as I rubbed myself and, true to what I’d said earlier, slid a finger slowly into my vagina. I didn’t know what my brother’s penis looked like, but I could still picture him stroking it.

A thought crossed my mind.

“You’re thinking about me right now, aren’t you?”

“Uhm… yeah. How did you know?”

“Cause I’m thinking about you.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” he said, a little breathlessly.

As we kept masturbating, my elbow brushed against Jonas’. He didn’t move away, but instead just held it there. It added an interesting new level to what we were doing. I liked it, and so I moved my foot under the blanket until it was resting against my brother’s foot. He didn’t pull away then, either.

“Jonas…?” I whispered a few moments later. “I’m going to finish soon…”

“Me, too… ah… oh, god…”

The next several moments were spent with the two of us soaring up into the endless clouds of orgasm. If anything it was better than the orgasm I had last night, cause this time my body was actually touching my brother’s as we climaxed, and I felt him shaking and twitching. It was really awesome!

“Wow,” Jonas said a few moments later. “That was pretty intense…”

“Yeah…” I took a few seconds to get my breath back, and then said, “Do you feel weird about it at all? Like we did last night?”

“No, do you?”

“No.”

“Cool.”

“Do you want to do it again tomorrow night?”

“Hell, yeah,” he said with a little laugh.

“Cool,” I said, giggling a bit.

Jonas moved around a bit, but didn’t get out of bed. This confused me slightly.

“Aren’t you going to get your sock?”

He shook his head. “I… uhm… kind of hid a washcloth over here. You know, just in case.”

“Oh, ok. That makes sense.”

“Yeah.” He cleaned up and said, “I’m gonna leave my boxers off again. You gonna leave your panties off, too?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” He finished cleaning and settled back into the bed. “Well, good night, Laurie.”

“Good night.”

As before we did, in time, drift off to sleep.

* * *

The next morning I woke up before Jonas. Looking out the window, I could see buildings. We apparently hadn’t left Gibraltar yet. I yawned and stretched a little and looked down with a smile at Jonas sleeping next to me.

Then I did a bit of a double take. I could see that his blanket was tented up just a bit right about where his penis would be. A little tingle went through my vagina and then I remembered, oh, hey, both he and I weren’t wearing any underwear.

I knew peeking wouldn’t exactly be right, but I couldn’t resist. I slowly lifted up the blanket enough to let just a bit of the light from the window shine under it, and then I looked and there it was, my brother’s penis.

It was fascinating! I’d seen pictures of penises of course, but never seen one in real life, soft or hard. I stared at it. It was probably only about four or five inches long, but it looked massive. I found myself wondering how something like that could possibly fit inside my vagina, given how tight it was just when I had a finger inside.

Jonas mumbled a little in his sleep and I figured he was about to wake up, so I dropped the blanket and quickly got out of bed, grabbing my panties off the floor as I did so. By the time Jonas was up and moving around I was already in the bathroom getting ready to face the world.

Jonas got himself together and we went up to the dinning room where we met our parents. They were gushing about the wonderful time they’d had last night. I traded shy smiles with Jonas remembering the wonderful time we’d had last night.

We left Gibraltar with the tides. We’d be spending today cruising along the Spanish coast and tomorrow afternoon we’d put in at Barcelona where we’d spend two days. I was looking forward to it, but to my surprise what I was mostly looking forward to was later tonight, when Jonas and I would be alone in our cabin and masturbating together.

Meantime in the daylight Jonas and I did pretty much the same stuff we’d been doing all through the cruise; we ate some food, I jogged, we played DDR together and generally had a fun time. We even went swimming in the pool at one point, which we hadn’t done before. That was nice cause it gave me a good look at Jonas’ bare chest, and now I had a pretty good idea of what my brother looked like naked.

There was one thing that troubled me during the day, though: the look I’d sneaked at Jonas’ penis. I’d seen him, and he didn’t know and he hadn’t had the chance to see my vagina. So I made up my mind that, that night, he’d get a look. Fair was fair, after all.

So that night, as Jonas and I were getting ready for bed, I went into the bathroom and changed into my usual nighty, but left my panties off. Then, taking a deep breath, went out into the bedroom where Jonas was already under the blankets and, from what I saw on the floor, had taken off his boxers.

“So, I got something I gotta tell you,” I began.

“Oh. You don’t want to do it tonight?”

I shook my head. “No, I do. If you do, that is.”

“Oh, I do.”

“Ok. Well. Uhm. This morning when you were sleeping, you were kind of, you know, sticking up? Like under the blanket? And, well, I sort of took a peek.”
Jonas blinked behind his thick glasses and said, “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm.” He looked nervous and then said, “Well, what did you think?”

“It looked pretty cool,” I admitted. “But see, here’s the thing. I snuck a peek and that wasn’t right, especially since you didn’t get to see me. So… now you get to.” With that I raised up the hem of my nighty to about the level of by navel, exposing my slit to my brother.

“Oh,” he whispered as he stared.

After about fifteen seconds, I said, “Ok, that’s about how long I looked,” and dropped my nighty down again. “I’m sorry I peeked at you.”

“That’s ok, Laurie. Thanks for showing me you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I turned out the lights and got into bed next to my brother. We both shinnied down under the covers and laid there in silence for a bit.

“You know what might be cool?” Jonas asked.

“What?”

“Well, how would you like to try, you know, being naked when we do this? I mean, that’s how I usually do it at home when I’m in bed.”

“You do?” I looked over at him. “Hey, me, too.”

“Cool. Well, you want to now?”

“Sure.”

Jonas sat up and took off his shirt. I removed my nighty and tossed it onto the floor and now fully naked, settled down under the covers next to my nude brother.

“You ready to start?” Jonas asked.

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

We began masturbating and as soon as we did, I sort of moved closer to my brother so that our elbows and feet touched. Then he went a little farther and draped his bare leg over mine. That sent a little thrill through my naked body.

“It’s nicer like this, huh?” I said.

“Yeah, I like it a lot more.”

We masturbated side-by-side for a while, images of my brother’s penis and naked body dancing through my head. Knowing he was likely thinking about my vagina and what he suspected I looked like naked was turning me on a lot, too.

In fact it was such a nice vision that long before I expected to, I heard myself say, “Uh… I’m cumming!” and then screwed my eyes shut as the orgasm hit me long and hard. Outside myself I was aware of my brother cumming next to me. We’d timed it well again.

“Wow, that was really, really hot…” Jonas managed to say after a bit as he cleaned himself up.

“Yeah!” I said. “That was better than the first two times combined.”

Jonas laughed. “Yeah.” He tossed his washcloth on the floor and yawned and stretched. “Plus I’m in bed with a naked girl. That’s cool.”

I grinned and smacked him lightly on the arm. “I’m in bed with a naked boy. That’s pretty cool, too.”

“Yeah.” Jonas slid back down under the blanket and said, “So, Laurie. Do you have any, you know, experience with boys?”

I shrugged. “I’ve kissed a boy before, but that’s it.”

“Oh, who?”

“No one you know. He goes to my school.”

“Oh, ok.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve kissed two girls, but that’s all.”

“Anyone I know?”

He shook his head. “No, just like with you, they go to my school.”

“Cool. Would you do more with a boy if you could?”

I thought for a moment and then nodded. “Yeah, if he was a boy I liked enough.”

“Cool.”

“You’d do more with a girl, I’m sure.”

“Oh, yes,” he said laughing. “I wouldn’t even have to like her that much.”

“Pervert,” I said, smacking his arm again.

“Hey, I’m not the one naked in bed with my brother.”

“No, you’re the one naked in bed with your sister.”

“True.”

“So what’s the most times you’ve, you know, done that in one day?”

“Five,” he said promptly.

I laughed. “Wow, how did you have time for anything else?”

“Well, it was a weekend, so I didn’t need to do anything else.”

“Ok.”

“What about you?”

“Three times,” I said.

“Cool.”

There was silence in the cabin for a couple minutes after that, and then Jonas said, “Laurie?”

“Yeah?”

“You want to do it again? Like now?”

“Uhm. Sure, do you?”

“Sure.”

“Ok.”

“But, uhm… it’s getting, you know, a little hot under the blanket?” Jonas said. “So… would you like to try it, maybe, without the blanket over us?”

“You mean just naked?”

“Yeah.”

“So we can watch each other, right?”

Jonas nodded. “Well, yeah.”

“So you’re not actually hot, you just want to watch me doing it and you hope I want to watch you?” I asked sweetly.

I could almost hear my brother blush. “Uhm. If I say ‘yes’ will you do it?”

I laughed. “You’re lucky, cause I DO want to see you do it, and I don’t mind if you watch me, so yes, I’ll do it. Happy?”

“Yes, thank you,” he said properly. “Should we turn on the lights?”

I looked around the cabin. There was some light coming in from the window, but not very much. I said, “I don’t really want to turn on all the lights. But what if I turn on the bathroom light and leave the door open? Then we can see a little better.”

“Ok, let me get my glasses on.” He did and then started pulling the blanket off of us.

I got up and out of bed, feeling slightly exposed, given that I was naked and about to let my brother see my nude body. On the other hand, he was also about to see me masturbate, so just being naked probably didn’t compare too much.

I turned on the light in the bathroom and opened the door wide. I turned around to my brother, struck a little pose and said, “Ta-da.”

“Cool.” His erect penis, which I could now see quite clearly, twitched. “You look really nice.”

“Thanks.” I moved over and got onto the bed next to him. The two of us started at each other’s genitals.

“So… should we get started?”

“Ok,” I said. I moved my hand down between my legs and began rubbing slowly, looking over at my brother as he started stroking his penis.

It was fascinating seeing him do it. He held his penis somewhat loosely in his left hand and just slowly stroked up and down. It was exactly as he’d described to me earlier, but actually seeing it was very different.

“Do you have one of your fingers inside?” he asked, looking down at my vagina.

“No, but watch.” I spread my legs a little so Jonas could see better and slowly slid my middle finger up into my vagina.

“Wow,” he breathed. “What’s it feel like in there?

I shrugged. “Warm, tight, wet. There’s a really interesting texture, too. Kind of feels like the inside of your cheeks.”

“Cool,” he said, stroking a little faster, then stopping entirely. “Ok, I’m gonna cum soon if I don’t stop for a moment.”

I giggled. “Well, I’m incredibly sexy, so that makes sense.”

Jonas grinned. “Yes, you are.”

My brother had let go of his very hard penis, so I was able to have a really good, long look at it as I fingered myself. It looked really interesting. I wondered what it might be like to have that inside my vagina instead of my finger. Pretty incredible, I was sure. Of course as soon as I thought that I squashed the idea. That’d be too much like sex.

I kept fingering and rubbing, getting closer to finishing. When I felt my orgasm approaching, I told my brother, “Ok… you better start again…”

“Ok.” His eyes fixed between my legs, he started masturbating again. He was only doing it for a short time before he said, “Oh… I’m gonna cum… watch…”

Jonas moaned a bit and his whole body shook as his penis began spurting, splashing his sperm all over his chest, stomach and hand. It was white, and had a smell that reminded me of the ocean. Seeing it pushed me out over the point of no return, and I had my somewhat less visibly spectacular orgasm.

We were both breathing hard and grinning at each other for several moments after that. Finally I was able say, “So… that was one… of the coolest things I’ve seen…”

“Me cumming?”

“Yeah.”

“Glad you liked it,” Jonas said with a little smile. He picked up the washcloth and started wiping up his sperm. I could see why he kept it by the bed. That stuff did look like it was pretty messy.

“Hey, do you want to sleep naked?” I asked as he finished cleaning.

“Sure, if you want to.”

“Sure.”

“Ok.”

We pulled the blanket up over our nude bodies, said our goodnights and fell asleep.

* * *

True to the schedule, we arrived in Barcelona the next afternoon. Jonas and I joined our parents on a little tour of the city, though I was pretty sure that, like me, Jonas really just wanted to be back in the cabin masturbating together.

Still, Barcelona was pretty neat, and much more interesting than Gibraltar. There were plenty of sights to see and lots of cool buildings, especially some churches. I didn’t have any religious interest, but I think churches themselves can look very cool.

Late that night we hit a restaurant and had some food. I was uncertain how I’d feel about it at first, since I didn’t like Mexican food and I thought they’d be the same. I was wrong, thought. I was nothing like Mexican food and I really liked it!

After eating our parents dropped us back on the ship and went out on their own. As we watched them wander off, I looked at Jonas.

“So mean.”

“What?”

“Them. They just assume we don’t want to go wandering off doing things with them and that we’d rather stay in our cabin and… hmmm… maybe not so mean.”

Jonas laughed. “You saying you want to right now?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” I said shyly.

“Then let’s!”

We practically raced back to our cabin, lost no time getting naked and masturbated to happy orgasms.

* * *

Several days went by. The ship traveled from Barcelona to Marseilles and then Monaco, overnighting in each port. We then hit Italy, stopping over in Genoa. After that our next stop was going to be Naples, which I’d heard was a pretty neat place.

Meantime, at least once per day before we went to sleep, and sometimes two or even three times a day, Jonas and I got naked and masturbated together. I was surprised at how much I looked forward to doing it each day and how much I really liked it! I especially liked the fact that we’d gotten almost completely in synch with our orgasms, learning how to read each other’s bodies so we could time it.

On the trip from Genoa to Naples we got into doing something a little different. Basically instead of masturbating side-by-side while laying down, we started sitting up and facing each other on the bed. It wasn’t quite as easy to do it then, but we got better views of each other, and that was nice. I started to really enjoy seeing Jonas’ face when he came.

We reached Naples pretty early in the morning, in plenty of time for the four of us to leave the ship and go into town for breakfast. We grabbed something light and then hit the city, wandering around and looking at the castles, churches and museums and everything. We skipped lunch, but settled for a good dinner. I was really in love with Italian food, so that pleased me to no end.

We wound up our Naples adventure with a visit to a big shopping center and then our parents escorted us back to the ship so that, yes, they could yet again go have a night on the town. I was slightly puzzled as to why they did that at every port (they’d done it in Marseilles, Monaco and Genoa, too), but didn’t really care, since it gave Jonas and I an excuse to go back to our cabin and play, which we did as soon as our parents were gone.

Now it was late that evening. Jonas and I were sitting around, naked, watching TV. We’d kind of gotten into the habit of not bothering with clothing if we knew we were going to be in the cabin for any amount of time. We liked seeing each other nude and we’d gotten really comfortable being naked around each other.

As we were getting ready for bed, I said, “Hey, Jonas?”

“Yeah?”

“I got an idea for something I want to try.”

“Ok.”

I laid down on the bed. Jonas got down next to me, already stroking his penis a little.

“Stop that,” I said with a grin. “It’s distracting me.”

Jonas laughed and let go. “Ok, Laurie. So what did you want to try?”

“Well… I was thinking. How would you like to try, maybe…” I took a breath. “Well, would you like to try doing it to each other?”

Jonas’ eyes went wide. “You mean… you stoking me and me fingering you?”

“Yeah. Just to see what it’s like.”

“Hmmm…” he said with mock seriousness. “Do I want to put my finger in a really hot girl’s vagina while she plays with my penis? Let me think. Why yes, I believe I do.”

I laughed for quite a bit at that, and then said, “Ok, ok. It was a stupid question.”

Grinning, Jonas said, “No, it’s not a stupid question. I’m glad you asked so that you could be sure.”

“Ok.” I looked at our naked bodies. “So. You ready?”

“Sure.”

“Ok. Give me your hand.” My brother held out his left hand. It was trembling a bit. I took it in mine and moved it down between my legs. I gasped a little as the heel of his hand came to rest against my clitoris. Then I extended his middle finger and slowly guided it into my vagina.

“Oh my god…” whispered Jonas.

“Yeah… you like it?”

“Yeah… um… how do I…?”

“Slide your finger in and out and move the base of your hand against my clit…”

“This way?”

“Oh, god, yes…”

“Wow,” he said with a brace-filled smile. “I can’t believe I’m really doing this to you.”

I smiled a little raggedly. “Yeah, imagine how jealous your friends would be.”

Jonas giggled. “Yeah. Are you going to… you know…” He gestured towards his penis.

“Huh? Oh, yes.” Without hesitation I reached out and wrapped my hand around my brother’s erect penis. It felt strange. It was very warm and had this texture of softness over hardness. I liked it a lot! I gave it a couple slow strokes. “How’s that?”

“Oh, that’s just perfect…” he whispered.

“Cool.”

A part of my mind knew how surreal this was. How all the stuff we’d done was, actually. I mean, before we started this trip, I barely even recognized my brother’s existence, and now we’d gone from masturbating together to watching each other do it to now, when we were doing it to each other. I started wondering if things with him would go any farther than this, and if I wanted them to. There was certainly a part of me that was starting to wonder what it would be like to have his penis inside me.

Our hands began moving faster on each other’s bodies as we moved closer to our orgasms. We didn’t even need to say anything when the moment hit, cause we both knew it was coming, as it were. When it hit, it hit hard, with my vagina contracting sharply around my brother’s finger as his penis bucked and kicked in my hand, sending his sperm out all over his body. It was the most incredible moment of my young life!

After we were done, we laid there breathing hard, my hand still around Jonas’ penis and his finger still inside my vagina. I could feel a bit of my brother’s sperm oozing down my hand. It was interesting. The stuff was warmer than I thought it would be.

“You know what?” my brother asked after a bit.

“What?” I said, still breathing hard.

“We gotta do that a lot more.”

I laughed. “Yeah. Take your finger out,” I said, releasing his penis.

Jonas looked down and watched as his finger slid out of my vagina. “Wow, that looks cool.”

“Yeah.” I looked my sperm-covered fingers. “You want to see something even cooler?”

“Ok.”

I slowly slid my middle finger into my vagina, and when it came out, none of my brother’s sperm was left on it. Feeling a wonderful tingling sensation, I did it again with each finger until they were all clean.

“Oh, wow…” Jonas whispered as I finished. “You got some of my sperm in you now.” His penis twitched a bit.

“Yeah, glad you noticed,” I said wryly.

“Imagine if you got pregnant from that,” he said with a little laugh. “Virgin birth!”

I laughed, too, and then said, “Well, I haven’t started my periods, so I don’t think we need to worry about you getting me pregnant.”

“Yeah,” Jonas said, and then got a bit more serious. “Laurie?”

“Yeah?” I said, cleaning the rest of his sperm off my hand and handing him the washcloth so he could clean up.

As he cleaned, my brother said, “Uhm. How far do you want to go? You know, with what we’ve been doing.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I was wondering that myself a bit ago.”

Jonas lay down on the bed and I lay down next to him. He was quiet for a moment and then said, “If you wanted to go all the way… well, that would be fine with me.”

“Somehow I thought you would be,” I said with a giggle as I ran a finger down my brother’s xylophone-like chest. I sighed a bit and said, “I don’t know how far I want to go. I’ve had a lot of fun so far, though, so we’ll see what happens, ok?”

“Ok.”

I wrapped my hand around my brother’s mostly-hard penis, feeling it stiffen as I held it. With a grin, I said, “You think you can manage a third time?”

Chuckling a bit, Jonas said, “You watch me,” and the next ten minutes were very entertaining.

* * *

We rounded the boot of Italy and headed back north, going up towards our next major destination, Trieste. I knew nothing about the city, but Jonas told me a little of its history between our masturbation sessions.

Those sessions had started to really dominate our lives on the ship. Now every morning and every night we got each other off. We usually found two or three other times during the day when we were able to play as well, and each session ended with either my fingers or his putting as much of his sperm as possible into my vagina. It was a wonderful time!

I did start to wonder, though, if our parents had any suspicions. There was no reason they should, of course, but I thought they were looking at us oddly a few times. It was probably my imagination, but I made sure to still pick on Jonas from time-to-time, just in case.

Trieste ended up being kind of a cool place. I was surprised to find out it had been its own country for a while after World War Two (a war about which I’d known very little until this trip crammed it down my throat). I also had heard someone named Richard Francis Burton had died here and had made the mistake of asking my brother who he was.

That resulted in an hour of history lecture from him that night between masturbation sessions and him giving me a copy of a book he’d brought with him. It was called “To Your Scattered Bodies Go” and had Burton as a character. I took it politely, cause, well, my brother was putting out.

I did reflect to myself, a couple days out of Trieste, after we’d stopped at Split and were on our way to our next stop at Athens, that it was interesting how much closer Jonas and I had grown over the last few days. Part of that was inevitable since we were basically living together, but the sexual aspect of our relationship seemed to have also opened up other aspects. I found myself doing things like actually paying attention when he went on about comic books, and he paid attention when I told him little things he could do to make himself more popular at school. It was strange, but cool.

Athens was one of our longer stopovers. We’d be spending three nights here, which was equaled only by three nights in Istanbul and four in Cairo. Jonas had a big hard on for Greek culture (as well as other things), so he was pretty stoked about it. Me, I was just resigned.

Our time in Athens seemed to consist of visiting nothing under two thousand years old. We saw all sorts of ruins, including the Parthenon (and the scandalized look on Jonas’ face when I told him the one in Nashville was better was something to treasure). It was kind of cool seeing all these old places, and it was fun watching Jonas get worked up about something other than a: video games, b: fantasy/sci-fi, and c: sex.

Not that the sex play between him and I had stopped, oh, no. Far from it. We were playing around with each other a good three or four times a day still, and loving every minute of it. The only thing being in Athens had done was keep us from doing it any time other than when we first woke up and when we first went to bed.

We left Athens on the fourth day, heading out with the morning tides. I woke up as I was now accustomed to waking up: naked in a bed with my naked brother. He was already awake and reading over a book he’d picked up in Athens.

“Good morning,” I said, reaching out to give his semi-erect penis a gentle squeeze.

“Hello, to you, too,” he said with a chuckle.

I yawned and stretched. “I’m gonna get a quick shower and then we can have fun, if you want.”

“Sounds good.”

I walked naked to the bathroom, cleaned up, brushed my teeth, etc, and then went back to the bedroom. Jonas had made the bed and was sitting on top of the covers, idly playing with his penis.

“Hey, now, don’t get in too much of a hurry,” I said, settling next to him.

Jonas grinned. “Just thinking about you these days makes me horny.”

“Yeah, well, same here.” I reached for his penis and he pulled away slightly.

“I’ve got something I want to try,” he said.

“Oh, ok. What?”

Licking his lips a little, he said, “Well. Since you just got out of the shower, I was thinking… well, about maybe, you know… using my tongue down there. Instead of my finger.”

I blinked in surprise. He was suggesting something I’d heard about, but had never considered suggesting. “Really?”

“Yeah. Just to see what it’s like.”

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to do it to me, if you don’t want to. I just want to try it on you. I’ve heard girls really like it.”

That did match up with what a couple of my friends, who had had boys go down on them, had said about it. One of them had also gone down on a boy and had said he’d really enjoyed it, and it hadn’t been too bad for her.

I thought quietly for a moment, and then said, “Well. Ok, if you want to try it, you can. And after you’re done, I’ll try it on you.”

“You will?” Jonas asked, brightening up.

“I will.”

“Ok.”

I lay on my back and spread my legs. “Probably best if you just get down between my legs.”

“Right.” Jonas sort of laid between my legs, peering at my vagina. “I’ve never seen it this close before.”

“What do you think of it?”

“Same as I always have. It’s wonderful.”

I laughed. “Yeah, ok. You don’t need to flatter me; you’ve already got down my pants.”

“True.” He started rubbing around my clit. “Well, better get started.”

“Ok.”

I closed my eyes and wondered what this was going to be like. I had my answer a few moments later as I felt the incredible sensation of my brother’s tongue licking at my clitoris. I’d just absorbed that fact when he started licking everywhere else, and began fingering me at the same time.

I grabbed hard onto the blanket and held tight, biting my lower lip in an effort not to scream in ecstasy. God, this was amazing! I’d never imagined anything this good, and it got even better when Jonas’ other hand came up to rest on one of my breasts; the first time he’d touched them. I clutched that hand hard against me as his tongue worked its magic between my legs.

When my orgasm hit after only a couple minutes, it was one that acted like a flamethrower, blowing away any memories I’d had of any previous orgasms. It was the most magnificent, all-encompassing feeling I’d ever had in my twelve years of life! I’d heard once that the French called orgasms “the little death”, and now I knew why.

By the time I’d finished cumming, Jonas was squatting between my legs, his penis pointing straight up and his hand still clutched to my breast. He grinned a little.

“I guess you liked it?”

“God, yes.” I sat up and, on a whim, pulled him down on top of me, hugging him tight and feeling the sensation of his body rubbing against mine. “That was the best thing ever!” I whispered into his ear.

“And that was my first time doing it,” he said. “Imagine how much better I’ll get.”

I grinned. “You have a nice way of thinking sometimes.”

“Thanks.”

Out of curiosity, I reached down between our bodies and took his penis in my hand. I moved it carefully so that the tip was just slightly poking against my vagina. A shiver went through me.

“Laurie?” Jonas whispered, his eyes wide.

“Don’t move, ok? I’m not going to put it in. I just want to feel what it’s like touching me down there.”

“Ok.” He froze completely.

I gently rubbed my brother’s penis up and down along my slit, marveling at how amazing it was that such a minor act could feel so mind-blowing, particularly when I placed it so that the tip was pressing just slightly into me. I knew then that, in all likelihood, I’d lose my virginity to my brother.

“Jonas?” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

I took a breath. “I don’t want you to put it in me… at least not yet. But probably at some point, ok? Do you mind waiting?”

Jonas was quiet for a moment and then said, “Laurie, before we started doing all this, I’d figured sex was always something that would be happening to other people. I certainly never thought I’d lose my virginity before I was twenty, much less lose it to you, and I DO want to lose it to you.”

“I want to lose mine to you, too,” I said, surprised still at how true that felt.

With visible effort, he pulled back and sat up. “But I don’t want to do it yet, either. I want to wait a little, too. At least until you’re comfortable with it and, well, I’m still kind of overwhelmed by all this stuff myself.”

“Ok.” I sat up and hugged him again, feeling his bare chest against my breasts. “But let’s promise each other two things.”

“Ok?”

“First, we’re going to make love at least once before we get back to Bermuda.”

“Agreed. Second?”

“Second, well… I love you, Jonas. I don’t say that a lot, but it’s true. And I like this new, special… thing… we have going on. I don’t want it to stop when we get home.”

“I love you, too, Laurie. It won’t stop just because we go back to Chicago.”

“Good.”

We looked at each other for a moment and, then, together, leaned forward and gently kissed. It wasn’t much of a kiss. It didn’t involve our tongues. It was just a slight brushing of my lips against his, but it was wonderful and felt so very right.

I reached down and took hold of his stiff penis.

“Now, I think I owe you one,” I said grinning.

“Right. Ok, let me lie down.”

Jonas moved around so that he was lying on his back. I kept hold of his penis and looked down at it.

“So I just open my mouth and put it around it?”

“I’m not totally sure,” he said. “I haven’t had a blowjob before. From what I’ve seen in porn, though, I think you’re just supposed to lick it and stroke it and whatever you want to do.”

“Ok.” I looked up at him. “You’re gonna warn me before you shoot, right? If you don’t, this will be the last blowjob I give you.”

Jonas laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll warn you, I promise.”

“Ok.”

I eyed my brother’s penis for a few seconds and then, without letting myself think about it, leaned down and gave the tip a lick. It didn’t taste like anything, so I licked along the shaft and the tip some more, and then lowered my mouth around it, closing my lips at about halfway down and letting my tongue do the work it needed to do.

“Oh… oh, my god,” whispered Jonas. “Oh, that’s so much better than I thought it would be…”

I grinned a little around a mouthful of penis. I LOVED the fact that I was making my brother feel this good!

“Oh, Jesus… Laurie… I’m gonna cum… oh, god…”

I barely managed to pull my face back as my brother’s penis fired his sperm out over his stomach, his chest, his shoulders and even up to his forehead and, to my extreme surprise, a bit even landed on the headboard. I’d seen him cum a lot since we’d started playing with each other, but that was beyond anything I’d seen before!

Once I was over my surprise, I did my usual thing of running my fingers through his sperm and working it into my vagina. These days I really got turned on by the idea of having my brother’s sperm inside me even though his penis had never been. Well, I supposed now it had been in my mouth, but that wasn’t the same, obviously.

Breathing hard, Jonas managed to focus on me. “That… god, Laurie, that was… fucking amazing!”

I laughed, cause Jonas almost never swore. “Now you have an idea of what you did to me.”

“Yeah, I do… wow!” He grinned. “Jeez, if that feels so good, what’s it gonna be like when actually Do It?”

I could hear the capital letters slide into place. I finished cleaning off my brother and lay back down next to him, holding his arm.

“I don’t know. But I bet it’s going to be amazing.”

“Yeah.” He kissed me gently. “We should probably get up and get something into our mouths other than each other’s body parts.”

I rolled my eyes. “God, you say the loveliest things.”

We got up, got dressed and went out onto the ship, ready to face the day.

* * *

Istanbul (not Constantinople, as Jonas kept pointing out. I ignored him), wasn’t far at all from Athens. It was a pretty cool place! First, it was partly in Europe and partly in Asia, which was pretty cool. Second, all the old ruins there weren’t all that ruined and were pretty interesting, and third, it had the best, coolest church I’d ever seen in my life, the Hagia Sophia. It was really incredible! We spent a couple days in Istanbul, and I decided I wanted to return at some point. It was such a nice city!

By the time we’d left Istanbul, heading for Cairo, I’d lost track of the amount of times Jonas and I had gotten each other off with our mouths. I’d even let him cum inside my mouth on a couple of occasions. He’d enjoyed it a lot, but I hadn’t. The texture was horrible!

We still hadn’t had intercourse yet, but we’d talked about it endlessly. We both knew it was probably going to happen soon, but we weren’t sure when and, frankly, neither of us seemed to be in a big hurry. Just giving each other orgasms with our hands and mouths was good enough.

Egypt turned out to be less interesting than I thought it would be. It was dry and dusty and Cairo smelled… well, not good. Still, the day trip out to the Pyramids was kind of cool, as was the Sphinx. Most of my time in Cairo, though, was spent wanting to get back onto the boat so Jonas and I could play together.

The night we left Cairo, Jonas and I were sitting in our cabin, just relaxing. We were fully-dressed, which was unusual, but we’d only been in there for a few minutes, so it probably wouldn’t be too long before the clothes came off.

As we sat there just relaxing and talking a bit about Egypt, Jonas said, “So, Laurie? I have something for you.”

“Oh? Ok. What?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Blushing, he handed it to me. I opened it up, and inside was a small, golden scarab. There was no way it was actual gold, of course, but it still looked lovely.

“Oh… oh, wow, Jonas… this is really nice!” I pulled it out. It turned out to be a necklace. “Wow, thank you so much!” I leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips.

He smiled. “Well, I just had to get it. I learned something interesting in Cairo.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Lots of times, well, pharaohs married their sisters.”

I blinked and looked at him. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. And that was their symbol, so it seemed right somehow.”

I grinned. “So you’re my pharaoh?”

“No, I’m your brother, and I love you dearly, and…” He took a deep breath. “And tonight’s the night. Ok?”

“Tonight?” I echoed. I looked at him. I knew if I said no, he’d go along with it and we’d just get each other off in whatever what we wanted. But there was only one way I wanted. I nodded slowly. “Tonight.”

My brother exhaled slowly and nodded. “Alright. Why don’t we get a shower first? Together?”

I liked that idea! “Ok!”

The two of us quickly undressed and got into the shower together. It was rather small and cramped and really not as much fun as I’d expected it to be, but it was nice having my brother’s naked, soapy body against mine.

Once we got out of the shower and dried off, Jonas went right to the bed. I headed that way but paused for a moment and put on the necklace he’d given me. Now wearing only that, I got onto the bed and straddled his waist, then leaned down and hugged him tight, feeling his penis rubbing against my vagina.

“Jonas?”

“Yeah?”

“Before we do this, I want you to know… I’m glad my first time is with you. You’re the best brother anyone could ever have.”

He smiled and kissed me sweetly on the mouth. “That’s cause I got the best sister ever.”

I sat up a little and took hold of Jonas’ penis. I positioned my vagina over it. I figured given all the foreplay we’d done lately, I didn’t need any now.

“You ready?” I asked him.

Jonas nodded. “I’ve been ready for days.”

I giggled. “Ok, here goes our virginities.”

I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself. Then I began to slowly lower my body, sliding my twelve-year-old virgin vagina down around my older brother’s fourteen-year-old virgin penis. It felt very weird going into me, and there was a tiny bit of pain as I was stretched open for the first time, but I adjusted quickly and kept going down him until he was all the way inside me.

My brother and I were now officially making love.

“Oh… oh, Jesus, Laurie… oh, that’s so…” Jonas looked up at me with bliss on his face. “That’s the most wonderful thing ever.”

I grinned a little raggedy grin. “Glad you like it.” I looked down and saw my brother’s amazing naked body and, between my legs, the base of his penis and his pubic hair. The rest of him was inside me where it belonged. “Wow, that’s awesome…” I said.

Jonas smiled back and started moving his hips, sliding his penis slowly back and forth inside my vagina, sending little sparky waves of pleasure through me each time he moved. I lowered myself down and kissed him, feeling his bare chest against my breasts.

“Laurie…?” Jonas whispered. “I’m probably… gonna cum soon…”

“Do it,” I whispered back. “Cum inside me…”

“Ok… I… oh, god, Laurie… oh, I love you so much…” My brother grunted and pushed hard inside me, his penis spraying my vagina with his sperm. If him cumming inside me wasn’t the strangest thing I’d ever felt, it was certainly in the top ten.

Once Jonas was done cumming, I lay motionless on top of him. I knew how sensitive he could be right after he finished his orgasms. I smiled at him.

“So you liked it?”

“Oh, god, yes, Laurie. It was… wow, it was just so incredible!” Jonas looked into my eyes. “Uh… did you like it?”

I kissed him on the nose. “I’m still liking it now. You’re still inside me, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I started slowly moving my hips, riding Jonas a little. “Can we roll over?” I asked. “So you can be on top?”

“Sure.”

Very slowly and very carefully, and hoping my brother’s teenage penis wouldn’t slip out of me, the two of us wrapped our arms around each other and began to roll over. Once we were done, Jonas was on top and deep inside my vagina.

“Oh, god…” Jonas whispered as he started moving slowly in and out. “Oh, this feels even better this way.”

I gasped and grinned, looking up at his smooth, naked body moving slowly on top of me. I ran my hands down his bare back and onto his ass. It still wasn’t the firm thing I’d pictured boys like Zac Effron having, but who cared about him, when I had my own brother inside me, where he belonged?

The base of Jonas’ penis kept rubbing against my clit as he fucked me, and when he started moving faster, it sent shivers of delight and passion through my pre-teen body. Each thrust of his hips brought me closer to what I knew was going to be the best, most mind-shattering orgasm of my life.

True to my expectations, when I came, it was so incredible I nearly blacked out as my vagina clutched hard around my brother’s thrusting penis, sending him into a second orgasm of his own. It was… it was… well, words don’t exist for how wonderful it was!

After we were both done cumming, Jonas pulled out and lay down on the bed next to me. No words were exchanged for several minutes, until finally my voice said, “You want to do it again?”

* * *

The rest of the trip, stopping at Malta, Tunis, back at Gibraltar and finally at Bermuda before coming home, was a happy, sexual blur. Jonas and I made love a good three or four times a day, in every position we could think of. We ended up most enjoying him on top, so that we could see each other.

When we were back in Chicago, I wondered if my brother would still want to carry on with our affair. I wondered this for most of our first day back, in fact, until Jonas turned up at my bedroom door wearing nothing but a grin.

Ah, I love my brother.

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.
So a little nautical adventure! For those still waiting, don’t worry. I’ll have “Eternal Transcendence” done soon and post that.

Holiday Cabin – Part Four

September 20, 2018

Holiday Cabin – You Touch Mine, I’ll Touch Yours
By
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It was late afternoon, before dinner. Jessica and Jack were in their own cabin (having some seriously hot sex in bed) whilst Wanda and Gareth were naked and kneeling on the bed in their own cabin next door.

“More of the same then?” Wanda smiled to her brother, glancing down at his throbbing erection.

“Yeah, I guess,” Gareth said,

“Though I was thinking of…er…”

“What?”

“I don’t know if you’d like it. It’s just a suggestion…”

“What?” repeated Wanda.

“We could,”,

“do it. Y’know, have sex.”

“Yeah?”

“If you wanted too,” Gareth shrugged,

“I mean…it’s a bit of big step from just playing each other to have full sex, especially as I’m only twelve and you’re only eleven. But, it seems kinda natural.”

“I’d love to!”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! Definitely. I’ve been thinking about it. It seems a natural…progression. Shall we do it then?”

“Absolutely!” Wanda smiled and leaned forward and gave her brother a loving kiss, no tongues involved but nonetheless a nice lingering kiss on the lips that they both savoured, anticipating what would take place next.

“Well,” Gareth began,

“Do you want to er…lie down? I’ll go on top.”

“Why don’t I go on top?” suggested Wanda,

“I’ll feel more comfortable being in control. Then you can go on top next time.” Next time, though Gareth. He was so delighted at the idea of this being regular! He lay on his back, his cock feeling stiffer than it had ever been, whilst he watched Wanda kneel astride his hips, her puffy cunt-lips glistening wetly above his erection. Wanda reached down and gripped her brother’s cock, holding it upright and rubbing the bell-end against her lips. Gareth had never had anyone else even see his hard dick before this holiday, now it was almost normal to have his sister touching it, and now he was preparing to slide it up into his sister’s vagaina. He licked his lips and looked up and Wanda.

“Ready?” she smiled, sweetly.

“Go for it Wanda.” The girl lowered herself, both looking down and watching as the purple, mushroom-head of Gareth’s young tool pushed up between Wanda’s bald lips. One the first inch was in her twat, Wanda took her hands from her brother’s cock and placed them on her knees as she knelt over her brother, his penis upright, the head clenched in his sister’s lips. She lowered herself a bit more, paused, then held her breath and impaled herself down.

“Oh God!” she gasped, eyes shut, all five-inches of her brother’s dick in her cunt.

“You okay?” asked Gareth, concern for his sister overtaking the joy of feeling his penis firmly lodged in her cunt.

“Yeah,” replied Wanda, opening her eyes, breathing deeply,

“It’s just…a little sore. At first. It’s okay now though. Is it in?”

“It’s in. All the way in.”

“Whoa, I’m no longer a virgin!”

“Neither am I!” They giggled. Wanda leaned forwards, placing her hands flat on her brother’s smooth, firm chest. She kissed him delicately on the lips then knelt upright again. She raised herself, half of her brother’s cock sliding out her cunt, the lowered herself again. The mild pain had vanished and she just felt light ripples of pleasure emanating from her pierced cunt. She began lifting herself up and down, Gareth feeling a little guilty that he wasn’t doing any work. He began pushing his hips upwards a little when his sister lowered herself whilst bringing his hands up to lightly grasp her waist. The muscles in his slender arms tensed as he helped push the girl upwards and then bring her down. They grinned at each other as they hit a good rhythm, working in unison as they fucked. Gareth’s climax didn’t take long to rise. He tried to will himself to hold on but after just a couple of minutes his sperm was ready to shoot. He began thrusting up hard, pulling his sister onto his cock.

“I’m cumming sis,” he announced,

“Oh yeah…I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it,” Wanda panted, riding her brother faster and faster,

“Shoot it up me, up my cunt.”

“UUUUUH!” Gareth drove upwards, sticking his cock far up into his sister’s cunt and spurting his young sperm into her womb. Gareth filled her snatch with his semen then slowed down his thrusting, Wanda ceasing riding her brother. She remained astride him as they stopped their humping, both out of breath. Gareth grinned up at the girl.

“That was fantastic!” he said.

“Yeah! Wow, that just felt so…great!” She leaned forwards again and kissed her brother. Then she dismounted him, Gareth’s limp cock slipping out of her cunt, slick and shiny. Wanda lay next to her brother, both looking up at the ceiling.

“I think I came a bit to quickly,” Gareth said,

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay! It doesn’t matter, it was fun.”

“Yeah, but I wanted you to cum.”

“Don’t worry Gareth! Seriously! It’s your first time…and mine. We’re not experts. It’ll take a bit of practise before we get to do it properly, when you can last for ages and we can try different positions and things.”

“Do you want to do this often?”

“Sure. Do you?”

“Absolutely,” confirmed Gareth, who then turned on his side, propped up on an elbow and looking at his sister,

“You know earlier, when we were kissing? When we said it was just…practise?”

“Yeah,” replied Wanda, looking up at her brother.

“Well…I don’t really think of it as practise. I mean…I don’t want to just kiss and have sex and stuff then go off and use all these…skills, as it were…on another girl. I just want you. I want to have sex with you a lot and for you to be…well, my girlfriend.”

“Are you going all mushy and romantic on me?” giggled Wanda.

“No!” Gareth retorted, defensively,

“I mean…not really. Well…basically, I love you Wanda. I don’t want any other girl. No other girls are as pretty as you.”

“Thanks,” smiled Wanda,

“I love you too. I’ve had a crush on you for a while. When I masturbate – on my own or with you – it’s you I think about. I don’t want anyone else, it’s you I really love and I’ve always thought to myself that it’s far more natural to love a brother than someone else, given that we’ve known each other all our lives. Of course, it’d be hard for us to be, like…boyfriend and girlfriend! Mum and dad would freak out if they saw us holding hands and kissing. And having sex! But I think we should, y’know…have sex and kiss whilst we’re here with this cabin to ourselves, like we’re a couple. And we can do this when we go back home, but out of sight of everyone else.”

“Sounds good to me…honey,” Gareth smiled. Wanda giggled, but she was delighted at her brother’s affection. Gareth kissed Wanda lovingly, snaking his tongue into her throat, his hands running over her flat chest. It wasn’t long before his cock re-stiffened, his arousal levels so high being so close to his sister and exploring her mouth with his tongue. Wanda felt her brother’s stiff rod nudging her thigh.

“Do you wanna do it again?” asked Gareth.

“Absolutely! You can go on top this time.” Wanda spread her legs and Gareth mounted her, reaching down and guiding his erection up into her tight snatch.
Shortly afterwards, the kids were over at their parent’s cabin. They were all dressed smartly and they went out for the evening to the nearby town. Back at the park at nine, with the Summer sun going down, they strolled along the beach together. Jessica and Jack, naturally, held hands. Strolling behind their parents, Wanda reached out and held Gareth’s hand. They smiled silently to each other, their parents unaware that behind them their children were strolling along hand-in-hand like a couple. They daren’t do it for long though, the siblings letter go of each other’s hands after a short while. It was a brief thrill though. By nine-thirty, they’d returned to the park. Goodnights were said along the gravel path between the cabins before Jessica and Jack went to theirs and Gareth and Wanda went to their cabin.

“Shall we go to bed early?” Wanda asked her brother as they stood in the living room, putting her hands on his shoulders.

“Why don’t we er…do it here?” suggested Gareth. Wanda smiled and kissed her brother. Then she stood back and began taking off her clothes. Gareth did likewise, glancing aside to ensure the drapes were shut. Soon they were both naked.

“Let’s do it on the sofa,” Gareth said, sitting down, his cock sticking upright and throbbing. Wanda strolled over and knelt in front of her brother on the floor. She reached out and took his cock in her hand and licked her lips.

“I wanna try oral,” she said,

“Can I?”

“Of course sis! Go for it.” Wanda smiled then leaned forwards, delicately placing her lips over the crown of her brother’s penis. She took her hand away from it so she was holding the cock upright in her mouth, then she lowered her head some more, taking all but an inch of Gareth’s tool into her mouth.

“That’s good Wanda,” breathed Gareth, overjoyed at the sensation of his sister’s warm, wet mouth round his prick. Wanda bathed her brother’s cock with her tongue, slurping softly on it and bobbing her head a little. Her brown hair was fairly short but it was long enough to hang down and tickle her brother’s lap. Gareth closed his eyes and sat back, enjoying his first ever blow-job. The boy expected this to just be a bit of foreplay but his sister sucked him off for several minutes. Wanda loved sucking her brother’s cock, feeling his stiffness in her mouth and licking it, savoring the taste of the firm flesh. She bobbed her head a little quicker, feeling Gareth’s shiny cock head sear her tonsils. She could sense her brother’s climax begin to approach and she had the overwhelming urge to drink his cum. It had looked so sensuous and pure and white when she’d watched it spurt over Gareth’s belly. She wanted it in her mouth, sliding down her throat.

“Oh Wanda, that’s good,” Gareth was sighing,

“Yeah. Mmmm.” Wanda sucked harder, glad that her brother was enjoying this. She needed his sperm urgently, her throat thirsted for it, as did her pre-teen libido.

“Wanda, I’m gonna cum,” Gareth warned his sister,

“Oh shit…oooh, oh, oh!” He could tell Wanda could hear him but she was simply sucking harder and deeper on his prick, clearly having no intention of dodging the flow!

“Aaaaaah, yeah,” Gareth gasped, thrusting his hips a little and jamming his cock into the back of his sister’s throat and firing out a thick blast of semen. Wanda gulped it down, sensing that the salty fluid wasn’t as nice tasting as she’d expected but simply wanting to drink it down anyway. She swallowed the second spurt, and the third, and the fourth…seven shots of cum in all which all slid down her gullet and into her belly. Gareth slumped back, shattered by his powerful climax, whilst Wanda sucked and licked his wilting cock. She took it out her mouth eventually and grinned, her lips shiny with sperm, Gareth’s cock slick with saliva.

“Was that nice?” she asked, casually.

“It was fantastic sis,” Gareth said.

“Good! I liked drinking your stuff. It was a bit salty, but kidna nice. Warm too.” She knelt up on the sofa next to her brother and gave him a kiss, running her hands over his chest.

“I’d like to return the favour,” Gareth said to his sister,

“I’d like to lick you now.”

“Okay, get on the floor my dear brother.” Gareth did so, kneeling in front of the sofa whilst Wanda got into position, sitting back with her arse on the edge of the sofa, legs apart. Her bald cunt looked mouthwatering to her brother, the pink slit glistening with wetness thanks to how horny Wanda had got whilst fellating her brother.

“Here goes,” he shrugged, undaunted by the fact that he didn’t really know what to do. He dived in between Wanda’s thighs, sticking out his tongue and bringing it into contact with Wanda’s cunt lips, making the girl flinch with delight at the sensation. Gareth ran his tongue up and down his sister’s wet slit, tasting the warm juices there. He then began pushing his tongue into her, working it up Wanda’s vagina, wriggling it up as far as it would go.

“Gareth, ooooooh, that’s nice,” Wanda sighed, running her hands through the boy’s short hair,

“Mmmm. Lick me. That’s good.” Gareth began making sucking noises as he worked between his sister’s legs, sometimes taking his tongue out of her to lick her lips and clit, then pushing it back up into her. Whilst his actions were not terribly skillful they were good enough for Wanda, who felt a warm feeling of pleasure emanating from her groin whilst her brother’s slurped away between her thighs. After a few minutes Gareth took the initiative of bringing his fingers into play, pushing a forefinger up into Wanda’s cunt. The girl clearly enjoyed this so Gareth pushed a second finger up into her, running his digits back and forth whilst slurping on her budding clit.

“Oh Gareth, I think I’m cumming,” Wanda was panting a couple of minutes later,

“Oh Gareth! Ooooh, oh God! Uuuh.” Her legs shook, her thighs clamping her brother’s head, Gareth taking his finger’s from his sister’s twat and replacing them with his tongue, pushing it up and into her womb. He slurped up her juices as Wanda climaxed, his tongue squirming around whilst his fingers found her clit, which he rubbed hard. After a moment, Wanda finished cumming. Gareth got up from between her legs and knelt on the sofa, kissing Wanda and reaching down to stroke her wet young cunt. Wanda slid her tongue into her brother’s throat whilst reaching for his penis, delighted and finding it as stiff as a little iron pole. She encircled it with her fingers and pumped it lightly.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said, taking her lips from Gareth’s,

“Let’s have sex! Full sex. I want you to cum in me Gareth.” They got up, turned out the lights and hurried to bed. There, Wanda lay on her back, parting her legs. Gareth mounted his sister, pushing his erection into her tight twat. Propped up on his elbows, his torso pressed to hers, Gareth began shafting his sister’s cunt. They kissed passionately, Gareth able to take his time thanks to his earlier efforts. Wanda’s toes curled and her spread legs flexed as she was fucked by her brother, Gareth’s hard pole giving her such pleasure.

“Yeah, faster, faster,” she urged her brother, digging her chin into his shoulder,

“Oooh, that’s good!”

“You’ve got such a tight cunt sis, I love fucking it. Oh yeah….uuh, uh.”

“That’s it Gareth, oh that’s it! Mmmm!” The boy shafted away, feeling his sister eventually tense underneath him as she began to climax.

“I’m cumming Gareth, oh I’m cumming. Aaah, oh! God, God…uuuh!” Gareth fucked Wanda hard, banging his cock deep into her twat. When Wanda’s climax finished, her brother’s began.

“I’m shooting in you sis,” he panted as he began squirting his semen into her juvenile cunt,

“Oh yeah, yeah. UUUUH!” He finished emptying his nuts into his sister’s womb. They stopped and lay together in each other’s arms for a while, breathing hard. After they moved apart they elected to have a shower. It was getting late and they were tired, but they still had the energy to shower and wash each other down. Once they were dried, they made a midnight snack which they ate nude whilst kneeling up in bed whilst chatting.

“Do you think dad’s sexy?” Wanda asked her brother.

“Er…what?” queried her brother in between munching a peanut-butter sandwich and scattering crumbs over the duvet.

“Well,” began Wanda,

“I think he is. Not as sexy as you of course Gareth, I don’t want you getting jealous! But I was just thinking today whilst watching him swim that he’s like…really handsome. He’s got a nice body. Well built, for a guy his age.”

“I guess it’s cos he keeps in shape at the gym.”

“Mmmm. I guess. He’s handsome. Not like you…you’re really nice looking and youthful, but I guess dad has a chiselled…mature look. What’s the word? Distinguished! That’s it. A look of a distinguished, mature, handsome guy.”

“What point are you making here sis?” sniggered Gareth,

“That you want to snog dad!”

“No…I’m just saying, he’s kinda nice looking. Is that weird, do you think? For a girl to think her dad is sexy?”

“Not really. It’s the same as fancying your brother or sister…which we do!”

“Yeah,” giggled Wanda,

“I guess. What about mum? Do you think she’s hot? I’ve seen you eye her up in her bikini.”

“Mum’s fairly hot, I guess.”

“You guess? You stare at those lovely big boobies all the time! Especially in that skimpy top she was wearing today. I saw you putting lotion onto her back then she put some on yours. Bet you enjoyed that didn’t you?”

“It was nice, yeah. Mum is pretty hot.”

“Not as hot as me though?”

“Of course not sis!” They munched their sandwiches some more. Once they’d finished they swept away the crumbs from the bed and got under the covers. After a few moments of kissing his sister, Gareth had another erection. They opted to have sex in the dark, both siblings turning off their lamps. In the darkness, Gareth mounted his sister and slid his cock into her tight quim. They fucked slowly, Gareth lasting a full half-hour before he shot his sperm into Wanda’s quivering cunt. Then they fell asleep in one another’s arms.

They woke up a bit later the next day, the time approaching eight o’clock by the time they sat up in bed, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

“Morning sis,” Gareth said.

“Morning honey,” Wanda grinned, and she leaned over and kissed her brother.

“Got morning-wood?” she sniggered.

“Of course, Gareth smiled, pushing the duvet down and showing off his hairless little hard-on. It throbbed erectly over his lower abodmen.

“Let’s screw again,” Wanda said, kneeling up, pushing the duvet off the bed,

“I feel so horny!” She leaned in and kissed Gareth, then went down and took his cock into her mouth. She slurped it down into her wet throat and bobbed her head, fellating her brother with increasing skill. She wasn’t going to blow him to completion though, she wanted her brother to fuck her. Shortly, Wanda sat up, licking her lips and smiling.

“Hey sis,” began Gareth,

“I’ve an idea. Why don’t I fuck you up the bum?”

“Up my bum?” giggled his sister.

“Yeah! You have a really nice arse sis, nice and round and cute. I’d like to stick my dick up it.”

“You are crude,” laughed Wanda, then gave her brother a kiss,

“Okay, let’s try it. I can’t imagine it making much difference which hole you use.” Wanda got on her hands and knees, her cute bum thrust out, her cheeks spreading giving her brother a view of her intimate parts. Between those cute white buttocks was her arsehole, pink and hairless.

“It looks tight,” Gareth observed, assessing the situation as he knelt behind his sister, stroking his erection,

“I’d better get some lubrication.”

“Get some from the bathroom,” Wanda said over her shoulder, feeling impatient, eager to feel her brother’s dick in her arse.

“Have we got any Vaseline?”

“Not that I’m aware of. Shampoo or soap will do.”

“I’ll see what I can find.” Gareth hopped off the bed and strolled into the bathroom, looking around amongst his and his sister’s toiletries. His eyes fell upon a jar of face-cream that his sister used. He took it and hurried into the bedroom, finding Wanda still on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, her beautiful little behind in the air.

“This’ll do,” said Gareth, getting on the bed and kneeling behind his sister. He took the top off the jar and scooped some of the cool white liquid up with his fingers and began rubbing it around Wanda’s arsehole.

“It’s cold,” giggled the girl. Gareth slathered it around his sister’s anus and even slid a forefinger up into her, just the tip. He held the tip of the digit in his sister’s bum for a moment.

“Is that okay?” he asked,

“It’s not sore or nuthin’ is it?”

“It’s fine.”

“Cos my cock’s a bit thicker than my finger.”

“I’m sure I can handle it, so long as you’re careful and go slowly. Come on Gareth! I want you in my bum.” Gareth removed his finger from his sister’s anus and scooped up some more face-cream. he greased up his cock with the substance then put the jar to oneside. All ready, he knelt up behind Wanda and held the base of his slippery penis, nudging the cream-slathered arsehole before him with his swollen purple tip.

“Oooh, it tickles,” giggled Wanda.

“Here I come sis,” Gareth announced, pushing his hips forward. His cock encountered resistence, as he expected, but soon Wanda’s arsehole began to bloom open. The girl tensed and gripped the duvet in her little fists as she felt her brother invading her pooh-hole.

“Nnng, careful,” she gasped as the mushroom-head of Gareth’s cock squeezed into her arsehole.

“You okay?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah. I’m cool. Work it up me, slowly.” Gareth pushed forward a bit more, pushing two more inches of his cock into Wanda’s arse.

“Oh wow, this is good,” he commented,

“It’s so tight! Mmm.”

“I can feel myself getting used to it,” Wanda said, her taut sphincter tingling with pleasure,

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It feels good! Aaaah! Yeah!”

“I’ll shove the rest in,” Gareth announced, and he held his sister’s hips and drove the remaining couple of inches of his throbbing erection into his sister’s arse.

“Uuuuh, that’s so good,” Wanda panted,

“Oh, oh…that’s nice, that’s good. Oh wow, I didn’t think it would feel this good!”

“You like it sis?” grinned Gareth, sliding half his five-incher out of the girl’s anus and pushing it back in.

“I like it, I like it! Uuuuh! Go a bit faster Gareth.”

“This good enough?”

“Yeah, that’s it! Mmmm. Oh Gareth, shaft me, screw my little bum! Uuuuh.” Gareth was picking up pace quickly, having the time of his life fucking his sister’s tight anus. He humped steadily, feeling his orgasm approach after five minutes but slowing down his thrusting to ensure this lasted. He knew straight away that he’d want to fuck his sister’s glorious arse on many other occasions and he could sense that his sister would permit this, as Wanda was grunting and moaning with delight.

“Harder, faster,” she was urging her brother,

“You’re dick feels so good in my arse. Ooooh, oh yeah! That’s good. Uuuh.” Gareth held on for another five-minutes before he felt his climax was too urgent to put off any longer.

“I’m gonna cum Wanda,” he declared, thrusting furiously,

“Right up your arse….uuuh…aaah! Yeah!” He rammed his tool to the hilt in Wanda’s arse and shot out his sperm, firing thick wads of cum into the clasping depths of his sister’s rectum.

“Fill me with it Gareth, that’s it, that’s so good!” the girl panted, feeling her bowels fill with her brother’s cream. Gareth emptied his nuts and let out a satisfied sigh before finally slipping his wilting cock out his sister’s arse. Wanda turned round and lovingly kissed her brother, the siblings embracing.

“It’s getting late,” Gareth said,

“It’s time for breakfast, we’d better get dressed.” They kissed once more before they got up and put on their clothes, Wanda still feeling pleasure from her anus which continued to buzz from it’s recent penetration. They’d just finished putting on their clothes when there was a knock at the front door.

“Just in time,” smiled Wanda. The siblings walked out the room and went to get the door, their parents standing and offering to take the kids into town for breakfast.

Unlike previous days, it was a bit chilly after lunch. The family of four had sat on the beach and had a picnic, but in the afternoon like the other sun-bathers they watched the clouds draw in over the sky with a look of mild despair.

“It might rain,” Jack suggested,

“Do you think we should go back to the cabins?”

“It’ll be okay for a while I think,” Jessica said,

“What do you two kids think?”

“I’d like to go back to the cabin,” replied Gareth.

“What about you Wand?” asked Jessica.

“I’d like to go back too. I’m a bit tired, I might have a…lie down.”

“Okay honey,” Jessica smiled,

“You kids go off to your cabin, your dad and I might go find a bar along the beach, have a drink or two.”

“Catch you later,” Jack said to his children, standing up along with his wife. He peered into the distance down the beach where there some small cafes and bars overlooking the shore.

“Let’s go Gareth,” said Wanda, as innocently as possible, gathering up her towel and things. Gareth grabbed his towel and the youngsters walked hurriedly up the beach to the gravel path that wound it’s way through the dunes to the cabin. Their parents meanwhile held hands and walked towards the bars, most of the other adults on the beach having had the same idea.

The sky was completely overcast by the time Wanda and her brother were in their cabin. They dumped their things aside, shut all the drapes and turned on the lights. Thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance outside.

“I’m horny,” Wanda giggled as she removed her bikini.

“Same here,” Gareth said, slipping off his shorts, his stiff erection bobbing in the air. Wanda was now naked too, and the siblings admired each other’s bodies for a moment. They both were a little more bronzed than usual thanks to a few days of sunbathing. Not much chance of that this afternoon though, given that rain had begun to tap at the windows, suggesting a summer storm was approaching.

“You look nice Wanda,” Gareth said, a little shyly.

“So do you,” smiled his sister, stepping up to him and giving him a kiss. She reached down and stroked his hard penis.

“Shall we do what we did this morning?” the boy said,

“You know, bum-fucking?”

“Okay. I liked that, it was cool. Let’s go to the bedroom. You get that face-cream you used as lubricant.”

“I think it’s still in their.” They went off to the bedroom, Wanda cheerfully hopping up onto the bed and getting onto her hands and knees. Gareth took the jar of face-cream from where he’d left it on the bedside cabinet and knelt behind his sister.

“I’ve an idea,” he said,

“Why don’t you lay on your back? You can pull your legs up and I’ll enter your bottom whilst kneeling in front of you.”

“Yeah, that sounds cool, we can see each other that way,” Wanda said. She turned over and lay on her back, lifting her legs up and hooking her hands behind her knees. She pulled her legs up to her chest, parting them a little, her cute bum thrust out and spread. Gareth used the moisturizer to grease up his sister’s bum-hole before slathering some on his cock, which was rock-hard. Putting the jar aside, Gareth guided his cock-head to Wanda’s anus, pushing carefully, looking down and taking a great delight in watching his progress. Steadily, he squeezed the tip of his penis into Wanda’s arse, the girl looking up lovingly at her brother, only feeling a fraction of the discomfort she’d initially felt when her bum was deflowered that morning.

“It’s going in,” Gareth said, triumphantly, the first couple of inches of his dick sliding into his sister’s rectum. He looked at her face, Wanda’s expression one of lust and pleasure.

“Work it right up me Gareth, do it,” she begged. Her brother jerked his hips and sank the rest of his rod up his sister’s arse.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, yeah!”

“That’s good Gareth! Uuuh, it’s right in my arse. I can feel it. OOOH! Shaft me, shaft me harder. Fuck your little sister’s bum!” Gareth began humping away, ramming his cock in and out of Wanda’s tight shitter. He placed one hand on Wanda’s belly and with his other he frigged her, pushing two fingers up her tight wet cunt whilst he drilled her anus. His cock made slippery, sucking noises as it pumped Wanda’s arse. Her rectum was so tight and hot, gripping his erection like a clammy, slippery fist. Gareth steadily fucked his sister’s arsehole, both growing a little sweaty as they humped on the bed, the room still warm despite the howling wind and hammering rain outside. Wanda was in ecstasy, her eyes fluttering as she was riding a crest of a wave of pleasure that lasted for the entire time her brother’s dick was up her bum, the boy deeply fingering her twat in the meantime. After ten-minutes, Gareth began to climax. He thrust faster and faster then let out a long cry of pleasure as his prick spurted hot sticky cum deep up his sister’s arse. He filled her rectum with his boy-juice, Wanda urging the boy on as she felt her bum fill with his juice. Eventually, Gareth slowed down, out of breath. He leaned forwards and kissed Wanda before he tugged his prick out of her well-fucked bottom.

“That was so good,” Wanda purred.

“I’ll lick your cunt now sis,” Gareth said. Wanda let go of her legs and let them fall, stretching them out and flexing her toes. Gareth knelt between his sister’s thighs and shuffled back so he could lean down. He licked his lips then began to eat her cunt, his hands on her quivering thighs.

“Mmmm, Gareth,” sighed Wanda. This was pure heaven, her brother sucking and licking her wet cunt whilst her arsehole still burned pleasurably from it’s good hard shafting. Her brother was getting good at eating cunt, knowing where to lick and soon remembering to bring his fingers into play, rubbing Wanda’s clit whilst he slid his tongue in and out of her slit. It didn’t take too long for the boy to bring his sister to a climax.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming Gareth! Oh yeah, yeah…oooh…uuuh! Lick me, eat me out! UUUH!” Gareth slobbered between his sister’s legs, making obscene slurping sounds as he lapped at her slit and drank down her juices. Once his sister had finished her prolonged orgasm, Gareth raised his head, grinning, his chin and lips shiny and wet. His cock was stiff again and he moved up and mounted Wanda, easing his erection into her twat.

“Shaft me, hard,” ordered his sister, kissing Gareth’s lips,

“Really hard and fast! Then cum up me, I want more of your cum in my body.”

“Whatever you say sis,” grinned Gareth, and he began shafting the girl. His little bum rose and fell between Wanda’s spread thighs and their bodies were pressed close together as they coupled incestuously. He drove his cock far into Wanda’s cunt, occasionally kissing her and at other times just burying his chin in her shoulders and concentrating on ramming hard into Wanda, the girl squirming with pleasure under his body. Wanda had a second climax under her brother’s attentions, crying out with lust as her whole body was wracked with sublime physical joy. Then it was Gareth’s turn, the boy clamping his lips to his sister’s and pushing his tongue into her mouth. He frenched his sister lustily throughout his orgasm, his cock pumping Wanda’s womb full of the same hot cum that still sloshed around her rectum.

“Wow, we’re getting good at this,” Wanda smiled when her brother had emptied his nuts into her.

“Yeah! Practise I guess,” agreed Gareth,

“That was wonderful!” He kissed his sister once more then slid out of her, dismounting Wanda and laying alongside her.

“I’m tired,” Wanda yawned,

“Shall we have a nap?”

“Good idea. Then we can have more sex then grab some dinner. It it’s going to rain all afternoon then that’ll be a good excuse to remain in here for the rest of the day. Mum and dad shouldn’t bother us if they’re happily drinking at a beach-bar.” They snuggled up together, on top of the duvet, their pre-teen bodies slightly slick with sweat. Soon they dozed off. After an hour, Gareth woke up. He yawned and looked down, glad to see his cock had certainly woke up a long time before he had! The twelve year old’s penis was rock hard, as usual, probably due to laying next to his nude sister as well as having had a vivid dream that was little more than a recreation of his recent activities with Wanda, except in his dream he’d been fucking her on the beach. He’d been shafting Wanda’s tight arse and making her cum whilst their parents and all the other sunbathers had sat around in a big circle, watching and applauding when Gareth fired his load up sister’s rectum. Jessica had sauntered over sexily, removing her bikini and standing nude as she bent down to kiss her son, congratulating Gareth on fucking his sister so well.

“Thanks mum,” dream-Gareth had said as he played with his mother’s tits, pulling out his still-erect dick from his sister’s anus, his mother reaching down and stroking his erection and asking if she could suck it. Naked and with a big hard-on, Jack was meanwhile with Wanda, kissing his daughter, stroking her hair and asking if he could fuck her next! Gareth sat up and smiled as he thought of this dream, finding it amusing that the last thing his mum and dad would do if they caught Gareth and Wanda having sex was to congratulate them. They’d go mad, Gareth figured, probably sending him and Wanda to seperate Institutes for the Criminally Horny! Gareth sniggered to himself, but he reminded himself to remake the promise between him and his sister to keep this a complete and total secret. Wanda began to stir and Gareth watched her wake up, finding his eleven year old sister so charmingly pretty the way she yawned before her eyes fluttered open.

“Rise and shine…darling,” grinned Gareth.

“What time is it?” asked Wanda, sweetly. Gareth looked at the small clock on the far wall.

“Only ten-to-three.”

“Oh. I’m hungry. Fancy something to eat?”

“How about another hump?” Wanda giggled. Gareth leaned down and kissed his sister passionately. His reached down and ran his fingers gently over her chest, stroking her stiff nipples. He went down lower, rubbing her flat little belly, before finally reaching her cunt. He ran the tip of his forefinger over her clit for a while, pushing his tongue into her throat and drinking in her moans of pleasure as he rubbed her bean. Wanda spread her legs a little, Gareth taking the hint and moving his finger down, running it over her lips which grew wetter as he lightly fingered her cunt for a minute or two. Wanda decided to go on top this time. She gently pushed her brother onto his back then moved down the bed to suck on Gareth’s cock. The boy sighed with pleasure as his sister slurped on his erection, Gareth briefly thinking back to his dream. It had ended just as he’d been telling his mum that, yes, she could indeed suck his cock! He imagined this was his mum now, sucking him off. Then he got back to reality and found himself more than content with it being his sister. After a moment or two of fellating Gareth, Wanda knelt up and swung a leg over the boy’s hips. She knelt astride him and lowered herself, Gareth holding his cock upright, Wanda impaling herself slowly onto it. In no time at all, Gareth’s prick was buried in his sister’s hairless snatch. He put his hands on Wanda’s waist as she began to ride him, the girl putting her hands flat on her brother’s chest as they grinned happily to each other. Wanda started bouncing on her brother’s dong, picking up speed, both panting with pleasure.

“Ride me sis, ride me,” grunted Gareth, helping to lift his sister up then pull her down by holding her waist tightly.

“Uh, uh, this is so good,” gasped Wanda,

“Oh yeah, drive up into me Gareth, in time with me. That’s it…ooooh! Aaah!” She began to climax, her young body shaking with pleasure. She collapsed onto her brother, resting her head on his chest and breathing rapidly.

“Wanna dismount?” Gareth said once his sister’s climax had finished,

“I haven’t cum yet, so I’ll get on top and do the work.”

“I want to suck you off,” Wanda said, getting off her brother,

“I want to drink your juice again.” She moved down the bed, Gareth spreading his legs, Wanda kneeling between them. She bent over and took Gareth’s erection into her warm mouth and bathed his slick cock with her tongue. Her lips clamped his shaft as she bobbed her head, sucking noisily and deeply. It didn’t take long for Gareth’s sperm to boil up.

“I’m cumming sis, aaaah! Yeah! Here it is!” Wanda placed her lips on the base of her brother’s cock, the whole shaft in her throat, and she moaned with delight as flow began. The cum spurted right into the back of her throat and she gulped it down quickly, savouring the taste of Gareth’s beautiful, pure boy-cum. Gareth let out a long sigh as he emptied his balls into his sister’s mouth, Wanda swallowing the lot and even sucking on her brother’s wilting cock after the sperm-explosion had ended, sucking out every last drop. Eventually, there was no more cum. She took the cock out her mouth and knelt up.

“Mmmm, tasty,” she giggled, wiping her sticky lips on the back of her forearm.

“You give good head sis,” smiled Gareth, sitting up. He kissed Wanda and ran his hands through her hair before they parted.

“I’m starved,” Wanda said,

“Let’s grab some din-dins!”

“Have we got much in? It’s just sandwiches isn’t it?”

“We’ve got pizzas. Fancy pizza?”

“Sure do!”

“Let’s get dressed.”

“No, let’s have dinner in the nude!” Wanda liked this idea. The siblings got up and went to the kitchen area. The drapes were all shut on the rainy outside world so they comfortably strolled around naked as they cooked up a big cheese-and-tomato pizza to share. They stuffed their faces whilst laying on the floor in front of the TV, watching The Simpsons, their cute bare bottoms side-by-side.

Jessica and Jack had returned late the previous evening, tipsy from their trip to the bar, seeing the lights on in their children’s cabin and assured that they were probably happy spending the rainy evening in. Of course, behind those closed doors, Gareth and Wanda had been humping like rabbits. After dinner, Gareth had fucked his sister on the sofa, shafting her snatch for half-an-hour before cumming in her womb. They’d showered then spent a while back on the sofa trying out oral on each other. Wanda had climaxed under her brother’s busy tongue and Gareth had cum in Wanda’s mouth. She’d swallowed it all, finding out that she was quickly falling in love with the taste of semen. After some TV and supper, they went to bet and screwed heatedly for a long time. They tried out a number of positions before Gareth shot his load into his sister’s cunt. Once he’d recovered, Gareth bent his sister over and sodomized her, driving his cock deep into her arse. Wanda climaxed before her brother finally pumped her rectum full of cum, after which they finally fell asleep in a sweaty heap. The storm had ended overnight, and the next morning the sky was utterly cloudless as the blazing sun rose above the horizon. Gareth and his sister woke up at the same time. They kissed and fondled each other, snogging sleepily and enjoying each other’s bodies. Soon things got heavier. The duvet was pushed off the bed and Gareth went down on his sister, slurping her cunt for ten-minutes, then laying back whilst Wanda returned the favour, sucking her brother off but ensuring he didn’t blow his nuts. Then they had sex, Wanda going on top again, riding her brother fast. Gareth soon shot his load up his sister’s tight quim, filling her womb with sperm. After a long shower, the pair dressed and skipped out the cabin into the warm summer morning, going over to meet their parents (who were cheerful despite hangovers), and the four of them went into town for a big slap-up breakfast at a cafe.

“Did you two find enough to do yesterday evening?” Jessica asked her children as they sat at the table by the window.

“Mmmm,” nodded Wanda, her mouth full of waffles.

“Yeah, we were cool,” Gareth said, sipping a glass of milk,

“We…occupied ourselves.”

“Good, we thought you might have been bored stuck indoors with it pouring with rain outside.”

“We were fine, we watched TV and stuff,” Gareth said, grabbing his knife and fork and getting stuck into his breakfast. Not only was he thinking of what he and Wanda really got up to, he was also thinking of the dream yesterday during the post-coital nap, about his mum and dad watching him and Wanda having sex, then his mum stripping and asking to suck him off. Jessica wore a low-cut T-shirt this morning, lots of cleavage on display. Gareth eyed up his mum’s boobs slyly as he ate.

“How was the bar you went to?” Wanda asked her parents, changing the subject.

“It was okay,” Jack replied,

“It was quite friendly. All the other people at the beach went there too when it started raining, so it was packed with people in bikinis, all drinking whilst it poured down with rain outside.”

“You and mum must have got soaked getting back to the cabin,” Wanda giggled.

“Yeah, we did,” Jessica said,

“But we didn’t mind, we were a little…merry.” She laughed which made her boobs jiggle in her tight top, Gareth watching them, fascinated, before averting his eyes and grabbing his glass of milk.

“Well, eat up,” Jack said with a sly grin,

“You kids need to get your energy up for later.”

“Why’s that dad?” asked Wanda. She was suddenly very curious. Her father was smiling like he had something wickedly naughty planned.

“It’s a surprise,” added Jessica, with the same smile as her husband. Her and Jack exchanged glances.

“What surprise?” asked Gareth, also wondering what was going on.

“Eat your breakfast kids,” Jessica smiled, reaching out and stroking her bewildered son’s hair,

“You’ll find out. This holiday is about to get even better.”

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