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The Triton Adventure


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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.
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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One
By
Alex Hawk

It was hard for me to tell which was worse. The feeling of my dad’s fist bashing into the side of my face, or the sound it made when it hit. As I fell to the ground, my vision going blurry for a few moments, I thought that it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that I was being hit to begin with.

“You stay the fuck out of this, Cunter!” my dad snarled. My real name was Hunter. He called me Cunter when he was drinking.

I slunk into the corner, holding my head as my dad turned towards my little sister, Cassie, and slapped her again.

“You little slut! You whore!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Cassie whimpered.

“Sorry? Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you’re going to be!”

This had all started when our dad came home after hearing a rumor that Cassie had been fucked by one of the boys at school. I didn’t know if it was true. She was only twelve, so it probably wasn’t. But he’d been drinking and he didn’t care. He got like this when he had booze.

He slapped Cassie hard a couple more times. I could see a little blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Please, Daddy!” she whimpered again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Ha! I’ll show you sorry!” Then Dad threw Cassie onto the couch. Once she was there, he reached down and roughly tore off her skirt and then her panties. Then he rolled her over and started smacking her bare backside. Hard. Very hard.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzz from my mind. I’d seen my dad in many rages in my fourteen years, but this was the worst ever. He was so… angry. And there was more than just anger, too. I didn’t know what.

Then my dad rolled Cassie onto her back, spread her legs and snarled, “So you like to fuck, huh?” Then he tore her shirt open, leaving my sister nude. My eyes were drawn instantly to the small space between her legs. There were just a few strands of hair over a small slit. It was fascinating.

And now I knew with a full, certain dread exactly what was going to happen next. I watched, feeling numb as my dad reached down and started fumbling with his pants. Cassie knew, too, and had a horrified look on her face.

There was no way I could let this happen. I had to do something! I rose to my feet and, staggering slightly, made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed the large carving knife out of the block and went back into the living room where my dad had managed to get his pants open, and was reaching into his underwear.

“Please, no Daddy! Don’t!” Cassie screamed.

He punched her in the face again. “Shut up, slut!”

That was it. A blood-red haze fell over my vision. I came up behind my father with the knife in my hand. I lifted it up high and plunged it down into his back, feeling tissue, muscles and sinew spreading wide around the knife blade.

My dad let out a strange gurggling scream and started to turn around. I grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him, then plunged it back down again and again and again and again. I kept stabbing, letting all my rage and fury go out of my body and into the knife. I lost track quickly as to how many times I stabbed him, but I know it was a lot.

Finally I stopped as my father fell onto the carpet. I knew he was dead. I’d killed him. My own father. I was distantly amazed at how much blood there was. It was all over me, him, the couch and Cassie’s naked body. I looked over at her, breathing hard.

“Hunter,” Cassie whispered. She leapt up off the couch and threw herself into my arms, crying and sobbing and saying my name over and over again. I dropped the knife to the floor and held her tight, starting to cry myself as I realized what I’d done. We fell to the floor, continuing to hold each other and cry for a good half hour or so. We were crying for each other, for ourselves and even for our dad.

Eventually the tears stopped. Cassie was still whimpering a little, but now my mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out what to do next. I knelt down next to my father’s bloody corpse and thought about what I should do now. It took me a few minutes, but finally I made up my mind.

“Cassie?”

“Wha… what?” she said with a little hiccup. She was never a pretty crier, even when she was naked. One part of my mind was noticing that her nude body was rather attractive, but I pushed that out of my head.

“We have to leave.”

“What?” She looked up at me. “Leave?”

“Yes. We can’t stay here. The police are going to know who did this.”

“What? But you saved me from him! They can’t get you in trouble for that… can they?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to find out the hard way and be wrong. We have to leave.” Our dad had taught us never to trust the police. In retrospect this was probably because he didn’t want us to report him for child abuse. No matter his reasons, he’d made us rather paranoid.

“Where will we go?”

“I don’t know for sure.” I went over to the coffee table and picked up my father’s wallet. It was the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, 1976, and he’d been paid today. I opened it up and looked inside, counting out one-hundred dollars.

“There’s some money here,” I said. “We can take this and get out of town. It’ll be enough to live on for a while.”

“But… I don’t want to leave. All my friends… our school…”

“I know, Cassie,” I said gently. “Look, I guess you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, but I do. At least until we find out what the police will do about this.”

Cassie sat there silently for a few seconds and then said, “I can’t let you leave without me. If you have to leave, I have to go with you.”

I nodded. “Alright. Look, go get a shower. Get cleaned up. Then pack up some clothes. Not too much. Just a suitcase and your backpack. Just stuff you’re going to need, ok?”

“Ok.” She stood up. “Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I nodded and tried not to look at my father’s dead body. I was a murderer now, I realized. “You’re welcome. Now get cleaned up.”

“Alright.”

Cassie vanished to the bathroom. I stripped down to my boxers and threw the bloody clothes into the corner of the room. Then I just stood there, looking at the body of the man I’d just killed, and lost myself in my thoughts.

Eventually I heard Cassie’s voice. “Hunter?” She walked into the living room wrapped in a towel. “I’m done in the shower. You should take one, too.”

“Right,” I said with a ragged sigh. I walked past my sister and went into the bathroom where I tossed my boxers aside and spent about twenty minutes in the shower. When I finally felt clean enough, I got out of the shower. I toweled off and went to my bedroom where I got dressed and started packing.

Cassie came into my room. “Hunter? I’m all packed up.”

I nodded. “Ok. I’ll be ready soon. Go into the kitchen and get all the food you can, ok? All the stuff we can easily carry with us. Like peanut butter and bread and stuff. Things that don’t need the fridge.”

“Ok.”

“Oh, and toss Dad’s beer into the trash,” I added as an afterthought.

Cassie grinned a grim smile. “No problem.”

I took one last look around my bedroom. There was so much I wanted to take with me but couldn’t. So much I’d never see again. My comic books, my records, my posters. I at least made sure to find room in my bag for my favorite books. Heinlein, Asimov and Bradburry would be going with me wherever I went.

I joined my sister in the kitchen just as she finished tossing the last of Dad’s beer into the garbage. I put a hand on her shoulder.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Are you sure we have to do this?” Cassie said, looking up at me.

I nodded. “I’m sure,” I lied. I was anything but sure, but it seemed like the right thing. Dad had always told us the police would try to screw us over at any chance. If they found me… well… I didn’t want to think about it.

“Alright,” Cassie said with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

The two of us left the house and walked out into the night. Cassie looked back at the house as we left. I didn’t.

Two hours later, Cassie and I had made our way from our family’s house in Queens out to Grand Central Station. During the trip, I’d formulated a little plan. We would go to Los Angeles, where our mother lived. We didn’t know exactly where she was. We had no address or phone number. But we knew she was out there.

When we got to Grand Central, I bought two tickets to Washington, DC. It took up a decent chunk of our money. I could have afforded two direct tickets to LA, but I figured it would be best to take a longer route in case the police ended up chasing us.

Once we were on the train, I let out a faint sigh of relief. It seemed like we’d gotten away clear so far. I wondered how long our luck would last?

Cassie snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her, feeling very protective. I’d killed my father in order to save my sister. What a weird thing to think about. It still hadn’t really sunk in yet.

I actually managed to doze off for a bit as we rode on the train. I woke up just as we were getting into the DC suburbs. Cassie was sleeping in my arms still. I gently shook her to wake her up.

“We’re almost there,” I said.

“Ok.”

As we rode into DC, I looked around. There was red, white and blue bunting everywhere. Not only was it Memorial Day Weekend, but the Bicentennial was in July. I wondered where Cassie and I would be then.

When the train stopped we got off and stood there in the station, momentarily lost while I tried to figure out what we should do next. Finally I settled on getting a cab and asking the driver to take us to a cheap hotel. He put the car into gear and we rode in silence to a hotel.

Once there we went to the front desk, paid for a room (twenty dollars), and then made our way into the room we’d rented. It wasn’t much. Just a pair of beds, a bathroom, a dresser, a TV, nothing really big. Some really bad paintings on the wall.

“How long are we going to stay here, Hunter?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably only a couple days.”

“Ok.”

We watched TV for a little bit, but it was getting late and we needed to sleep. We turned the television off and eventually drifted off and dreamed, images of my father’s dead body mixing with images of my sister’s naked body.

* * *

I woke up at about 7:30, disoriented and wondering where I was. Then it all came flooding back, especially the knife. I’d never forget the knife. It was currently inside my suitcase, where it would stay until I figured out a safe way to get rid of it.

I reached down and gave my hard penis a couple tugs. It was always erect when I woke up. Most mornings I’d just jerk off and take care of it. But with my sister sleeping not more than five feet away, I thought it would be a bad idea.

Sighing, I got up out of bed and went to take a shower. By the time I got out, Cassie was awake and watching TV.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she said back.

“I’ve got an idea for today,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m going to go to McDonald’s and get us some food. Then I’ll come back and we can eat. After that, I’m going to head out, get a bus and see if I can get to the suburbs. Find some people who need their lawn mowed. If I mow four lawns a day, our room is covered and if I mow five, then we have food. All that without having to use up any of our money.”

“Ok.”

I gave Cassie a hug. “You gonna be ok when I’m gone?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

As I rode on the bus out to the suburbs around Washington City, I thought about what I’d done when I killed my dad. I didn’t really feel any guilt or sadness about it. I didn’t feel any pride or sense of accomplishment, either. Really, all that I felt was that I’d done what had needed to be done. I’d killed my dad just like squashing a bug. I knew I should feel more than that. Maybe I would later.

I finally got out to what seemed to be a suitable area. I left the bus and started walking around, knocking on doors and offering to mow lawns, trim bushes, clean gutters or whatever else it was people needed to have done. I ran into two problems quickly. I didn’t have a lawn mower of my own, and since it was Memorial Day Weekend, lots of people weren’t home.

But I did have some luck. Two homes in a row wanted me to mow their lawns and one needed me to clean out their gutters, so I ended up with fifteen dollars quickly. One more job and I’d have enough money to pay for the hotel room for another night!

It was at the last place I visited that something strange happened.

I knocked on the door and a woman answered. She was pretty attractive, I guessed. Nothing big, but not bad. She was probably in her early thirties. She smiled at me.

“Can I help you?”

I nodded. “I actually hope I can help you. I’m going around trying to find work to do. Cleaning, yard work, anything.”

“Oh, yes? How much would you charge to get the leaves out of my pool?”

“Five dollars,” I said, promptly.

“Good. That lazy husband of mine won’t ever do it.” She smiled. “My name is Norma, by the way.”

“I’m Hunter,” I said, shaking her hand. “Where’s your pool?”

“This way.” Norma lead me back to her backyard where I saw a fairly good sized pool. My heart sank a little. I knew it was going to take so long I wouldn’t be able to do any other work, but at least I’d make some money here.

I picked up the skimmer and got to work. It wasn’t very much fun. Her pool was just full of crap. Leaves, mostly. It took me over two hours to finally get everything done. When I was finished, I walked into the house.

“Done,” I said, coming up to Norma. She was watching President Ford talking on the news.

“Yeah? Let’s have a look.” She stood up and walked over to the window, peering out at the pool. “Very nice, Hunter.”

“Thank you.”

She placed her hand on my head and ruffled my hair a little. “Come on. I’ll get your money.”

“Ok.”

I followed Norma upstairs to the bedroom where she rooted around in her purse.

“Hmmm…” she said after a moment. “I seem to only have a twenty.”

“Oh! Well, I can make change,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

“Well… don’t worry about it, Hunter. You’re obviously working hard and you seem to really need the money.” Norma held out the bill to me. “Keep the change.”

“Wow, really?” I smiled widely. “Gee, thanks!”

“No problem.” She smiled at me again. “You’re a very nice boy, Hunter.”

“Thanks.”

“Really cute, too.”

I was taken aback. “Uh… thanks.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Totally lost as to why she was asking that, I said, “No? Why?”

“Just wondering.” Smiling again she put her hand on my chest. “A boy as cute as you should have girls lining up for him.”

My heart was beating fast. I had no idea where this was going or what to do. “Thanks,” I settled for saying again.

Norma licked her lips and then, to my incredible surprised, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I stood there, shocked for a moment, and before I could really adjust to that, she moved her mouth down and kissed me on the neck. I was completely floored by this. What the hell was going on? She had a husband, right? Why was she kissing me?

“Lay down, Hunter,” Norma said, pushing me gently onto her bed. I let her push me down, still unsure about what was going on.

“Norma? What-”

“Shhhh.” She put her finger on my lips. “Don’t say anything, ok?”

I nodded.

Norma kissed me on the mouth again and then placed her hand on my jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, reaching inside, into my underwear, and pulling out my extremely hard teenage penis. Then she moved her head down slowly, and before I knew what was happening, I felt the luscious sensation of her mouth slipping down around the shaft of my virgin erection.

I let out a little moan. I’d heard of blowjobs before, but I never thought I’d be getting one, especially from an older woman. I never felt anything so good before! Her tongue and lips were slipping around all over my penis, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced in all my fourteen years. I stopped questioning why this was happening and simply laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it.

Norma apparently knew exactly what she was doing, too. She was obviously trying to prolong this experience for me as much as she could. She’d get me to the brink of an orgasm and then pull back, then push me towards it again. All in all, my first ever blowjob ran about fifteen minutes before I finally released a series of gasping moans and felt my penis start pulsing inside Norma’s mouth, my sperm firing down her throat.

When I was done cumming, I laid there on Norma’s bed, panting, my mind spinning. She moved back up and smiled at me as she wiped her mouth off.

“And how was that for a tip?” she asked.

I grinned a little. “I… liked that…”

“Was that your first blowjob?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She reached down and squeezed my penis then looked at the clock. “You should get going. My husband will be home soon.”

“Ok.” I stood up and pulled my pants up then was escorted downstairs by Norma.

“Thanks for all your hard-” she grabbed my penis through my pants, “-work.”

“Thank you,” I said with a dazed grin.

Minutes later I was back on the bus heading back to downtown DC, thinking all about what had just happened, unbearably horny and very happy. I stopped by McDonald’s again, getting some food for my sister and I, then went back to our lodgings.

When I got back to the hotel, I paid for another night and went to the room.

“I’m back,” I said, opening the door.

Cassie leapt off her bed and gave me a big hug. “Oh, Hunter, I was so worried without you being here.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” I hugged her back. “I got plenty of money and I got us some food, too.”

“Really? Cool!”

I divided the food and sat there eating with my sister as we watched tv. It was almost normal. Almost. But my mind kept flipping between images of my sister’s naked body on the couch, my dad’s dead body on the floor and how it had felt when Norma gave me the blowjob.

Before I went to sleep I went into the shower, partly to get clean and partly to jerk off. I mostly thought about Norma’s mouth around my penis, but also thought about my sister when I’d seen her naked. She was the only girl I’d ever seen nude before, and I told myself later that was why I’d wound up cumming while thinking about her.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Trahimur omnes studio laudis, so send me some, damnit!

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Five

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Five
By
Alex Hawk

The next morning Cassie and I got up early, checked out of the hotel room and got on a bus heading out. We didn’t really talk all that much. It was a little awkward, actually. Waking up the next morning after having had sex with your sibling could be uncomfortable.

All through the ride on the bus, I kept experiencing a lot of conflicting feelings. I felt guilt over what we’d done. I felt really excited by what we’d done. I felt lots of things, and through it all I kept having the image of my father laughing at us.

We eventually rolled into Albuquerque at a fairly late hour. We didn’t have the chance to get any food or anything, we just beelined straight for a flophouse motel not far from the bus station. It wasn’t much, but it was shelter.

Once we settled in, each on separate beds, I turned on the TV to see if there was anything good on before we went to sleep. Nothing but the Tonight Show. Well, that was ok. I sat back to watch.

“Hunter?” Cassie asked from her bed.

“Yeah?” I grunted.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been really quiet all day.”

I shook my head. “I’m just kind of tired.”

“Don’t lie to me, Hunter, please,” she said softly.

“I’m not lying,” I lied.

“You’re bugged by how we made love last night.”

“I… well, maybe a little,” I confessed.

“But why? I told you it was ok.”

“I know,” I mumbled. “But we’re brother and sister. We’re not supposed to do that sort of thing.”

“So what? Dad wasn’t supposed to hit us all the time. He wasn’t supposed to try… to try to rape me… you weren’t supposed to kill him. What does it matter now?”

“It just does.”

“I loved having you inside me, Hunter,” she said after a few moments of quiet. “I’ve never felt so loved and protected before.”

I shifted awkwardly, trying to ignore my throbbing penis. I didn’t say anything.

“I want to feel that again, Hunter. Please?” she stood up and moved over to sit on the edge of my bed.

“Cassie… I want to, too, but we can’t.”

“Why? We both want to. It feels good.” She smiled faintly. “It’s better than just watching staticy television all night.”

I smiled back, despite myself. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Please?”

I sighed. “Ok, but look, Cassie. If we do it tonight, we can’t ever do it ever again, ok? Just this one last time, alright?”

“Alright.”

“Ok.” I sat up and started undressing. Cassie began doing the same, and soon we were both naked, laying back together, side-by-side on my bed.

My sister smiled at me. “You look so cute when you’re naked, Hunter.”

“So do you,” I said with a smile of my own.

“Do you want to get on top again?”

“Ok.”

Cassie laid back and spread her legs as I got between them, looking down at her vagina. God, it was beautiful. My penis twitched with anticipation as I looked at my target. I knew this was wrong, so very wrong, but I wanted it as much as she did.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I scooted forward and touched the tip of my penis against my sister’s vagina. I poked around a little until I found that wonderful wet spot and slowly pushed, watching as I sank my teenage erection all the way into her tight, pre-teen body.

Once I was all the way inside Cassie’s vagina, I let out a sigh of pleasure and lay down on top of her, feeling her breasts against my chest as I started slowly moving within her body. As we began fucking, I started to understand what she’d been talking about earlier. I felt very loved by being so physically close to her. Knowing that she needed me, that she wanted me, that she cared about me. It was really incredible.

“Oh, Hunter,” Cassie whispered. “Please… please say we can do this again…”

I knew it was wrong. I knew it was incest. But she was right. We’d already broken so many rules. And I’d killed our father for her. How could I ever deny her anything she wanted after that?

“Yes, Cassie… all the time… always… forever…”

She leaned her face up and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I started kissing back and began thrusting ever faster into her, feeling my orgasm build as I made love to my wonderful, sweet, magnificent little sister.

“Oh… oh, Cassie… here I go…” I whispered, and closed my eyes, tensing my body as the orgasm took hold, my sperm blowing out of my penis and into my sister’s vagina. It was pleasure beyond all reason and sanity. It was nothing but pure bliss going straight from my genitals to my brain. It was heaven.

When I was done cumming, I rolled off Cassie and laid there with my arms around her body. We didn’t say anything further, but nothing further needed to be said. We just held each other until the night took us and we drifted off to sleep.

END CHAPTER FIVE

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Holiday Cabin – Part One

September 20, 2018

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

“I’m not sure,” Jessica said,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok,” her brother agreed,

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

“Nice,” Gareth commented.

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

“Hmmm, nice,” sniffed Wanda.

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

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

“I’ll take this side,” he declared.

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

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

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

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

“Fine mum,” declared Gareth,

“We’re just admiring the bedroom.”

“It’s a bit small,” Wanda commented.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, soon,” Wanda said,

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

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

“Sure,” her brother replied.

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

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

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

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

“Why?” demanded Wanda.

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

“Why can’t you get changed in there?”

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

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

“Doesn’t bother me,” Gareth insisted,

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

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

“I want to watch you get changed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gareth?” said Wanda,

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

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

“Do my back,” repeated Wanda,

“Put some sun-tan stuff on it.”

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

“All done?” Wanda asked after a moment.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Gareth said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi kids,” Jessica smiled,

“Havin’ fun?”

“Yeah mum,” Wanda replied,

“The sea is really warm!”

“It sure is,” Jessica agreed,

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Having a place to our own.”

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

“What time is it?” Wanda asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m thirsty,” Wanda piped up,

“Want a drink?”

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

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

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

“I want one afterwards.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah well…stop looking anyway.”

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

“Almost ten,” Gareth later sighed,

“Bedtime.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Read,” replied her brother, quickly,

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

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

“Let’s go to sleep.”

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

“Sorry,” he said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fancy some breakfast?”

“Okay.”

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

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

“You hungry?” Wanda asked her brother.

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

“Thanks.”

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

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