Fact Versus Fiction

Adult/Youth, First Time, Incest, Pregnancy, Siblings, Straight, Teens |

October 21, 2008

Fact Versus Fiction
By
Alex Hawk

You all know me from my work. You don’t know my name. Not my real name at any rate. I write as Jason Crow, and I’ve done about 60 stories, give or take. Porn stories all of them. They tend to be heavy on the subjects of incest and teen sex. They’re pretty popular, I guess. I average about one or two bits of fan mail in my email box every day.

One day my fame on the Internet wound up paying off more than I’d expected.

It was a pretty average day, really. I’d worked hard and was looking forward to getting home, relaxing and jerking off. Maybe writing a few bits on my latest story. I also, of course, had to check my email.

Booting up the computer, I sat down at my desk, ready to go. Once my connection was established I visited www.operamail.com, where I have my mailbox. I read the first two letters. Nothing special. One was spam and the other was an email from a girl who said she loved reading my stories, and was I done yet with part 14 in this long-ass 14 part series I was writing? I updated her, thanked her and went onto the last bit of new mail from someone named Miloboi91.

hey dude (the mail said) i really like reading ur stories u really kno how 2 write like a teen 🙂 my sister and me love 2 read ur stories 2gether. im 14 and shes 13 so where like the kids in ur stories. sometimes we even like play with r selves while we read them like jerk off and stuff u kno? we never do stuff 2 each other tho we think about it sometimes
ne way ur stories r hot thanks for writing them! take care dude
milo and kassie

“God, what a mess,” I thought, desperately wanting a red pen to go over the text with. Still, it was a nice bit of mail, even if it was, I figured, total bullshit. I’d get letters like this every once in a while. I figured most of them, if not all, were adults pretending to be teenagers. Eh. That was probably for the best. The last thing I needed was to be in contact with REAL teens on the Internet.

Hey, Milo and Kassie (my reply began). It’s nice to hear from you! I’m glad you enjoy my work, even if you are a little too young to be reading it (I always threw that in when I figured it even MIGHT be real kids. CYA, you know). ^_^ It’s cool you feel comfortable reading together like that. You probably read in some of my notes on my stories that I had sex with my sister when I was younger. It was a lot of fun. ^_^ If you guys ever take it up a notch, let me know.

Thanks for reading, thanks for writing! – Jason Crow

Then I hit send and went off to a few other websites. About thirty minutes later, as I was downloading some porn, I thought I’d check my email again. Just in case. Much to my happy surprise there was a letter from Milo.

thanks for writing back dude its real cool 2 hear from u 🙂 yah my sister and me talk about doin more but we havent yet but maybe we might soon 🙂 did u and ur sister really like do everything even fuck? were both virgins and i wanna try fuckin kassie but shes not sure about it yet
we took a pic and put it at the end of the message. hope u like it! bye
milo and kassie

I scrolled down and looked at the pics. They showed a boy and a girl sitting at a desk in what looked like a bedroom. Nothing really big. They looked like they were in their early teens and could have been brother and sister. Pretty cute, too. What really got me to sit up and take notice, though, was the fact that they were holding up a bit of paper on which they’d written “Hey, Jason!”

“Well, now…” I said as I sat back to consider my next move. Of course, if there was even a chance they were really teenagers, my smart move would be to run for the hills. But I wasn’t entirely convinced. I knew that with the right software, one could easily make it look like that bit of paper had anything on it. It didn’t really mean anything, but it helped.

After thinking for a few moments, I had my reply in mind.

Hi, guys! Thanks to YOU for writing back so soon! ^_^ Yes, my sister and I did everything together, including intercourse (this was a lie. I’d neve done anything with my sister. I just got off on telling people I did). I lost my virginity to her, though she wasn’t a virgin the first time we did it. We were almost the same age as you guys, too. I was thirteen and she was twelve. You’re a year older than me, Milo! Better hop to it! ^_^

That’s a nice picture. I love the sign. ^_^ You’re both pretty cute. If you guys lost your virginities to each other, I wouldn’t know who to envy more, you or her. ^_^ If you wanna send another pic, do it with Milo’s shirt off and Kassie making a stupid face. ^_^ – Jason Crow

I figured that last bit would help verify what they really were. Sadly, it looked like it was going to be a while before I found out because the mail server that I used decided to start crashing when I checked on it about a half-hour later. Damn. It stayed down all night. Finally, grumbling, I gave up, admitted defeat and went on to other things.

* * *

The entire next day at work, I was really distracted. I kept flubbing my lines and had to go over again. The director was getting understandably pissed. I did voice-over work. I had the script right in front of me. It wasn’t like it was difficult.

Finally I made it back through the chaos of rush hour traffic in Los Angeles and back to my apartment in Woodland Hills. I parked my car and raced inside, turning on my computer before I even turned on the lights. I wanted it to boot up while I did everything else I needed to do.

Thank god the mail system was back up. I would have gone insane if I’d had to wait very much longer. Hopping into my account I saw a series of four letters, one of which was from Milo! I tore through the other three and then opened up that one.

hey dude glad u liked r sign 🙂 we did what u said and the picture is down at the bottom
its kool u and ur sister used 2 fuck kassie wants 2 know did it hurt her the first time u guys did it and werent u worried about havin a baby?
ne way thanks 4 talkin with us its pretty kool ur nice 🙂 bye
milo and kassie

And there it was, down at the bottom, a picture of the same boy and girl. His shirt was off, and she was making a stupid face. He was, too, even though I hadn’t asked that.

Now I’d gone from being 90% certain they were fakes to being 90% certain they were real. What next?

Nice picture, but too many clothes. ^_^ Yeah, its nice talking in email like this, but if you like, you can get onto ICQ and contact me there (I threw on a link to my account). Then we can talk a little more easily.
Take care! – Jason Crow

About ten minutes later, as I was typing a little on my latest story (I’d promised people I’d have part 14 done by now, damnit!), my ICQ made a little sound. Daring to hope, I clicked, finding out that, indeed, Milo had contacted me!

[hey dude]
Holy shit! [Hey, guys!]
[kool now we can talk like this 🙂 ]
[Yeah, or more if you have the right software.]
[what u mean]
[Well, you have a cam, right? You can set that up so that you’re streaming video to me. Then I can see you while we talk. ^_^ I’d set up one myself, but I don’t have a cam. 🙁 ]
[we can huh/] came the reply. [how]

I walked them through the process and sat back to wait and wonder.

Moments later a screen popped up. I clicked on it and there, large as life, was a view of Milo and Kassie sitting side-by-side at his computer. I could even hear their voices.

“Let me see if he can see us,” Milo said. He typed onto his keyboard and I saw [can u see us] on my screen.

[Yes, and hear you, too. You can just talk if you like. I DO have a mike, even if I don’t have a cam, so I’ll set that up and we can talk directly.]

“Hey, he says he can hear us. Cool. Hey, Jason!” he said. He and Kassie waved at the camera.

I turned on my mike and got it working. “Can you hear me now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good!”

They both laughed and Kassie said, “It’s so cool we’re really talking with you!”

“For me, too. I’m glad you guys aren’t fakes. I had a mental image of some eighty-year-old potato farmer from Idaho trying to talk with me pretending to be a teen.”

Both kids laughed. Milo said, “Not that old yet!”

“How old are you?” Kassie asked.

“Thirty,” I said. In my little FAQ I put out about me, I’d shaved a few years off, but I figured I might as well be honest now.

“Cool,” she replied.

I looked into their bedroom. “Hey… is that a Dodgers pennant?”

Milo looked over his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Cool! You guys live in LA?”

“Yeah, we do. Well, kind of anyhow. We actually live in Canoga Park.”

I was floored. They lived within only a few miles of me! Holy shit! “Cool. I live in Woodland Hills.”

“Wow, really?” Milo said. “Hey, we’ll have to meet up some time!”

“That might be cool. So you guys like my stories, huh?”

“Yeah, they really rock!” Kassie said.

I laughed. “Glad to know it.”

“Yeah, we’ve been reading them for like a couple months now,” Milo added.

“And you like… shall we say… enjoying yourselves while you read them?” I asked.

They giggled again and Kassie said, “Yeah. Well, it was his idea, but I like doing it, too.”

“Do you do it to each other, or just yourselves?”

“Just ourselves,” Milo said.

“So I bet you’re both pretty horny right now, huh?” I asked with a slightly fake laugh.

Milo and Kassie laughed in return as he said, “Yeah, I am anyhow.”

“I am, too, kinda.”

“Well… you wanna know a way to repay me for all the stories of mine you’ve gotten off to?”

“How?” Milo asked.

“Well, if you want, you could to it right now and let me watch,” I said, reaching down to adjust my incredibly hard penis.

“Right now?” Kassie asked, trading a look with her brother.

“Sure.”

Milo looked at Kassie and shrugged. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“I guess it’s ok,” she responded after a minute.

“Ok.” He looked at the cam. “We like to be naked when we do it. Is that ok with you?”

“Sure,” I said, trying not to cheer.

Both teens stood up and started undressing before my eyes. First went the shirts, then the pants and then lastly the underwear. Once they were both nude they sat back down. I couldn’t really tell what their proportions were, but they looked nice, that was for certain. As soon they sat down their hands went to their genitals and they started masturbating.

“Now THAT’S a wonderful sight,” I said with total sincerity as I pulled out my penis and began rubbing.

Sounding nervous, both kids giggled. Milo said, “Are you doing it, too?”

“Yeah,” I replied, stroking slowly.

“Cool,” he said.

“So what did you and your sister used to do?” Kassie asked, finger slipping around her vagina.

“Everything,” I lied easily. “We started out just masturbating together, and then we started to do it with each other and it went from there.”

Kassie nodded. “Cool.”

“What she really liked when we first started out was having me sucking on her nipples while she fingered herself.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she said it was really incredible.”

Both kids traded a look, getting notions.

“That’s something you guys could do with each other,” I hinted. “Just to start out with at least.”

“You wanna, Kassie?” Milo said.

“I guess. If it feels good.”

“Alright.” Not removing his hand from his penis, Milo leaned down and kissed his sister’s right nipple. I nearly came right then and there as I looked at this bit of incest. If I could actually get them fucking… damn!

“How’s that feel, Kassie?” I asked as Milo continued his work.

Kassie sucked in her breath. “Your sister was right…”

“You got a finger inside you?”

“Yeah…” she said with a gasp.

“Let Milo put his inside you while he sucks you,” I suggested.

“Oh… alright…” I saw her hand move aside.

Probably unable to believe his luck, Milo moved his hand down between his sister’s legs. He fumbled around for a bit, then looked down and I saw the look on Kassie’s young face change as her brother’s finger entered her vagina.

“Oh, god…” she whispered so quietly I barely heard it.

“You like that?” Milo asked.

“Yeah…”

He started sucking on his sister’s bare breast while continuing to finger her vagina. Knowing that they were both having a great time, I figured I might as well increase the pleasure for Milo.

“Kassie?”

“Yeah…?”

“You think you could play around with Milo’s penis a little?”

She looked down between her brother’s legs and nodded. I could barely see what she was doing from the angle I was at, but it was pretty obvious when she put her hand around her brother’s penis because he jumped a little and began fingering her faster.

Jesus, I thought. This was really incest! I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to get to see this, especially since they were both teens and virgins! This was like a wet dream come to life for me! Now I just HAD to get them to fuck.

Suddenly those thoughts were sidetracked when Milo let out a strangled moan. Seconds later his sister called out, “Ew! Gross! MILO!”

“Sorry… sorry…” the boy whispered as he staggered onto his chair, penis still twitching.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, Kassie. I’m guessing he made a bit of a mess.”

“Yeah, a bit…” She was wiping her hand off on the side of the chair.

“Wait, don’t get rid of all of it yet,” I said, an idea taking hold.

“Ok.” She looked into the cam.

“Take some of it and rub it around and in your vagina. My sister always loved it when I did that.” This was pure fabrication, but it made sense.

“Ok,” Kassie said, sounding doubtful. But then she started to do it and her eyes went wide. “Wow! You weren’t kidding!” She began going faster and faster and then suddenly gasped, twitched and shuddered as she experienced her orgasm.

Once she’d come down from her orgasmic high, I said to the kids, “That was great, guys! Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yeah,” Milo said with a grin.

Kassie nodded and said, “Yeah, that was cool.”

“Great!” I took a breath. “You know… if you guys want, we can meet up in person at some point? Say at the mall?”

The children traded looks. Milo said, “Sure, I guess. Like tomorrow?”

“Ok. How about at four down in the food court?”

“Sounds good.”

“Ok, see you guys then.”

“Bye,” Kassie said as her brother waved and broke the connection.

Well… I had something to look forward to!

* * *

The Topanga Plaza Mall was just a short walk from my house on Victory. I’d gone there a lot over the years whenever I needed to pick up this or that. In this case I’d be picking up something entirely different from usual.

I entered the mall and went down to the food court. I’d shown up early. I walked over to Tommie’s and got myself a chilli-cheeseburger, fries and a Coke. Then I found a table in a quiet area and sat to wait.

I didn’t have to wait too long. I was only there sitting for about five minutes before I saw Kassie and Milo walk into the food court. I smiled. In person they were even more beautiful than on the screen.

“Milo, Kassie!” I called out waving. They looked at me, waved a little nervously and walked over.

“Jason?” Milo asked.

“More or less.” I shook their hands. “Have a seat. Want some of my fries?”

“Sure,” Milo said, helping himself.

“Wow…” Kassie said. “I can’t believe we’re, like, really meeting you!”

“In the flesh,” I said, striking a little pose.

“So… what now?” asked Milo.

I took a breath. “Well, we can either hang out here for a while, or, if you guys want, we can walk back to my apartment. It’s only a few minutes from here.”

They exchanged looks with each other again. Slowly Milo said, “Well… I guess that’ll be ok. You seem alright.”

“I’m pretty average,” I agreed. “You guys want something to eat before we go? My treat.”

“No, I’m good,” Milo said.

“Me, too,” Kassie replied.

I stood and gathered up my things. “Then let’s go!”

Making our way out of the mall we started talking about any number of things. With Milo I mostly talked about baseball. We both laughed at the idea of a team called “The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim”, and justly so.

Kassie was largely quiet through the walk. Consumed in her own thoughts.

When we got to my (overpriced) apartment I let the kids inside and showed them around. Then I got them each a Coke and we sat down in the living room.

“Well!” I said. “You guys wanna take a look at my latest stories? The ones I’m still writing?”

“Sure!” said Kassie.

“Yeah, that’d be sweet.”

“Come on, then.” I stood up and lead them into the bedroom. I’d left my computer booted up when I’d headed out earlier. I called up a couple partial stories and then moved aside and said, “Here, take a look.”

Kassie sat in the chair at the computer itself while Milo pulled up a smaller chair and sat next to her. She began to scroll through the story. It was about a brother and sister couple, strangely enough the boy was fourteen and she was thirteen, who wind up getting horny after reading some porn and eventually end up fucking. I’d gotten it to the part where the kids had masturbated each other to orgasm and were pondering more. It had taken me the better part of the morning to write the damn thing.

“Well, gee,” Milo said with a smirk. “I wonder who THIS is about?”

“I wonder?” I laughed.

Kassie looked at me. “So what happens next in the story?”

“I don’t know. What do you think happens?”

She shrugged. Milo said, “I think they should have sex.”

“I think you’re right,” I said. Looking at Kassie, I asked, “Do you think they should?”

“Yeah,” she said softly after a moment.

“I was thinking,” I went on, “that maybe they might meet an older man who could show them how to do it. What do you both think?”

Kassie said, “That would probably make it easier for them.”

“Yeah.”

“Why not take off your shirt, Kassie?” I suggested.

Moving slowly, like she was in a dream, Kassie pulled her t-shirt off her body. She followed that by dropping her bra to the floor, exposing her lovely teenage breasts.

Taking a chance, I leaned forward and cupped one of her small breasts. She shuddered and closed her eyes. Looking at Milo, I said, “Take off your shirt, too, and then put your hand on the other one and do what I do, ok?”

“Ok.” He removed his shirt and closed his hand over his sister’s other breast.

I gently massaged Kassie’s breast and then began circling her nipple with my fingertips, watching as Milo followed my every move. Kassie seemed to be in heaven, and things only got more heavenly when I leaned down and started sucking on her nipple, her brother following suit.

As I kept sucking on Kassie’s nipple, I took Milo’s hand in mine and slowly moved it down towards Kassie’s jeans. Once we were there, I unbuttoned and unzipped them, then slipped my hand and Milo’s down into her panties. I felt a shiver of delight go through her body and mine as my fingers made contact with her vaginal area.

“You keep working up here,” I said to Milo. “I’m going down there.”

“Ok,” Milo said as he began licking and sucking both nipples now.

As soon as I was down between Kassie’s legs, I began pulling her jeans and panties off. Once she was nude, I drank in the sight of her lovely body. She only had a small amount of pubic hair above her vagina. Lovely. I leaned in and started licking all over the place.

“Oh, god,” Kassie whispered, her body tensing as pleasure shot through her.

“Take off your clothes, Milo,” I whispered to him as I lifted my face for a moment before going back down between his sister’s legs.

“Ok.” He stood up and quickly slipped out of the rest of his pants, his virgin teenage penis all nice and hard and ready to go.

Seeing him nude was enough to make up my mind as to what was going to happen next. I worked my way out of my clothes, not skipping a beat on my efforts with Kassie’s vagina. She was clearly having fun.

I slowly kissed my way up Kassie’s body until I was nuzzling against her breasts again. This also meant that my hard penis was resting against her young vagina. I began altering between kissing her breasts and neck as I reached down to take hold of my erection, rubbing it against her slit. Oh, she was nice and wet.
I knew it was time. This was my chance. Milo might have dreamed about taking his sister’s virginity, but I was going to beat him to it. I moved up and began kissing Kassie on the mouth, pleased as she started kissing me back, as meantime I lined up my penis with the entrance to her teenage body.

“Dude…” Milo whispered, looking down. “Are you gonna…?”

Without saying anything further, I pushed forward slowly, feeling my thirty-year-old penis began to work itself into Kassie’s thirteen-year-old virgin vagina. It took some serious doing, but the sensation of her wet, tight sleeve clinging to my erection was enough to keep me going. And go I did until I was finally all the way inside this lovely young girl.

I held myself still for a few seconds, looking into Kassie’s eyes. Or at least trying to. She had them closed.

“Kassie?” I whispered.

She opened her eyes.

“How’s it feel?”

“I… it… it’s… I like it…” she whispered.

“Good.” I flexed my hips, moving my penis back and forth inside her a little.

“Wow…” Milo whispered, looking down to where I entered his sister. “That is SO COOL.”

“You wanna see what it feels like?” I asked the teenage boy.

“Yeah…”

I slowly withdrew my penis from inside Kassie’s vagina and moved over, turning to Milo to say, “Come down here.”

Milo got down on his knees between his sister’s legs. He took his penis in his hand and said, “Now what?”

“Here, let me.” I got behind him and took his penis in my hand. I lined it up carefully and then said, “Push.”

Milo pushed forward, and I felt his fourteen-year-old virgin penis burry itself smoothly and easily inside his sister’s thirteen-year-old vagina. I sat back then and looked at his gorgeous young body as he held himself in place. It was like one of my stories come to life! Wonderful.

“Oh, wow…” he muttered, his innocent boyhood gone forever.

“Yeah…” Kassie whispered back.

“Now fuck your sister,” I said to Milo.

Milo took a deep breath and started moving his penis slowly in and out of his sister’s vagina. He didn’t pull out very far, presumably to avoid slipping out as he enjoyed his first fuck. The expressions on the faces of him and his sister were the hottest things I’d ever seen.

Sadly, Milo’s first bit of intercourse didn’t last long. He was inside his sister for only about a minute before he began to grunt and convulse as he fired off his sperm into his sister’s unprotected vagina. I wondered if he’d get her pregnant? I hoped so. THAT would be sweet.

When Milo was done cumming, I gently pushed him aside. He pulled his no-longer virgin penis out of his sister and I got into place, guiding myself back inside her, feeling the sperm her brother had left behind. I might have been the first person to get into Kassie, but he was the first to cum in her. Moments later, I did the same.

Milo and I spent all day taking turns fucking Kassie. She seemed to enjoy it more and more each time we screwed her. I have no idea how many times we fucked that day or how many times we did it after that, but it was certainly a lot.

Turns out that even just once might have been too many, because sometime around the first time we’d fucked, Kassie wound up getting pregnant. Mind you, I didn’t notice this until the day some nice men in blue came and knocked on my door. Turned out that she’d panicked and told her mother everything.

The arrest… sucked. The trial… was brief. I was the father according to the DNA test. The prison term… sucked even harder. Four years. As I sat there in prison, scared and mostly bored, I kept running over in my mind what had happened and wondered if I’d ever do it again?

Given the chance, how could I not?

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. Or Jason Crow. Or Cyril Raven. Or Foghorn Leghorn… well, probably not. While I am into chicken… oh, nevermind.

Note by JC: In case you’re wondering… This never happened to me and will never happen! By now I’m confident enough to say that I’ll pass on this opportunity if it ever presented itself to me. I do LOVE to read about it though 🙂

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Emissary to the Gods

First Time, Incest, Necro, Siblings, Snuff, Straight, Teens, Tweens |

October 20, 2008

Emissary to the Gods
By
Alex Hawk

The Golden Ball of Usan Maragek, Creator of the Infinite and Supreme God of the Land Between the Rivers, was settling slowly into the western sky. Soon Ensa Hagek, the night goddess, would shine her brilliant white eye, almost fully open at this time of the month, down onto the world.

For me it was a wonderful time. I was the thirteenth son, out of seventeen total children, of the great and mighty King Garurek-Shesh, master of the mortal realm that lay between the rivers Tarsee and Eraskee. I could look forward to a life of privilege. I would fight along side the men of the kingdom against our enemies. I would marry a comely girl. I would have many children and a palace of my own.

The gods, however, had other ideas.

My father had ordered me into his presence just as the sun began to set. I seldom was in the same room as him, and was pleased that I’d be able to see him again. I wondered what was going on, and why he wanted to see me. I was still young. Only thirteen years of age. I hadn’t done anything important yet. Why would he want to see me?

When I got to the Throne Room a eunuch went in to announce my arrival. As the doors opened, I dropped down and crawled into the room, throwing myself completely flat onto the ground when I reached the throne itself.

“Great King Garurek-Shesh. Mighty ruler Garurek-Shesh. Great master of the land Garurek-Shesh. I, your humble, worthless son, am here as you bid.”

“Arise, Kolisharu, and gaze unto the face of your father,” came the great rumbling voice.

I stood and looked upon my father. He was a strong, powerful man of some fifty years. His hair was going to grey and he had a bit of a squint, but I still knew he was stronger than any other man in the kingdom. How could it be otherwise, when the gods placed him on the throne?

Standing near my father was Tolakhos, the aged high priest. He’d served my father loyally for years. It wasn’t totally unusual to see them together, but I did wonder why he was here.

“My son,” my father began. “You are aware of the drought.”

“Yes, great king,” I replied. For the last two years the annual inundations of the rivers hadn’t been what they normally were. To make matters worse, the rains that usually soaked our land had been less than a third of their normal volume. Crops were failing and we were having to spend more and more of our wealth to bring food in from other kingdoms.

“This is not a satisfactory situation,” my father continued. “I have instructed Tolakhos to work night and day in an attempt to intercede with the gods on our behalf. After working, talking, praying and sacrificing he has not yet produced the water we so desperately need.”

“My failure does not reflect on the wisdom of the king,” Tolakhos put in quickly. “But rather on myself for my lack of piety.”

“Indeed,” Garurek-Shesh said with a nod. There could be no other reason, after all. “At any rate, Tolakhos has suggested one final idea. One last way for us to contact the gods and beg them for what we need. A way that involves you.”

My chest swelling with pride, I said, “I live only to serve you and the kingdom, sire. Please tell me what I might do to help in this dark time.”

“Tolakhos has determined that it is necessary to send an emissary to the gods. Someone of the royal blood. I have decided that you will be my agent in this. You will, the dawn after the next, go to the top of the Great Ziggarut and be sent into the next world that you might speak with Ensa Husapeki, appealing to her as the goddess of agriculture to help us in our time of need.”

I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed by the honor my father was suggesting. “You… my lord… my king… my father… you would do me the honor of sending me to the gods?”

“I will.”

I darted forward and kissed my father’s toes. “Oh, Great King! Oh, Wise King! I am a mere insect under your sandal and not deserving of such a great honor as this!”

My father rose and put his hand under my chin, lifting my face up to look at him. He smiled down at me. “You are, my son. You have not yet killed a man. You have not yet fought in any battles. You have not yet made your First Tribute to Usa Haragri. You have not yet done anything worthy of a great poem. But you shall. You shall in this turn your name into one that shall live forever.” He slammed his staff onto the floor. “So I, King Garurek-Shesh command!”

“Thank you, father. Thank you,” I whispered, feeling tears pour from my eyes. “I will not let you down. I WILL NOT. I will speak with the gods. I will get us the water we need.”

“Thank you, my son.” He put his hand on the top of my head. “You shall take with you into the next life your sister, Parathaea. She has much of her mother in her and will be of great assistance to you in the land of the gods.”

“Thank you, my father. My king. My lord.”

“Now go with Tolakhos, that he might inform you of everything you need to know before your journey to see the gods.”

“Yes, father. Thank you, father.” Tolakhos helped me to my feet and we made our way out of the Throne Room and into the hall.

“You are greatly honored, Kolisharu,” Tolakhos said.

“I know this. My father… I cannot believe he will allow me to the be the one!”

Tolakhos smiled. “He has great faith in you.”

As we walked through the palace, Tolakhos explained to me what would happen in the next couple days.

“First,” he began. “You and your sister Parathaea will be married tomorrow at dawn. After the ceremony you shall go to the Marriage Room, lay her down on the Blessed Sheet of the fertility goddess, Ensa Ilahumek, and make your First Tribute to our fertility god, Usa Haragir. Your sister in turn shall make her First Tribute to Ensa Ilahumek.”

“Alright,” I said with a nod.

“When your Soldier has breached her Gate for the first time,” he continued, “there shall be blood. That blood shall stain the sheet. After you are finished with your First Tribute, you shall bring the sheet out to the balcony, that it may be shown to all so that they may seen that the Tributes are done.”

I said nothing, but merely nodded again. I wondered what the First Tribute would be like. Everyone said making Tributes to the god and goddess was a wonderful, amazing thing. I couldn’t wait to experience it!

Tolakhos and I turned a corner and kept walking. “After that is done, you two shall remain sequestered in the Marriage Room for the remainder of the day. You will probably spend most of this time in Tribute to the Dieties. Then when the Eye of Ensa Hagek has reached its highest point in the sky, you shall use a knife to send your sister-wife into the next world.”

I nodded again, uncertain what to say to that.

“I know it sounds difficult, but it really isn’t,” Tolakhos said. “All you do is take the knife and plunge it hard into her chest. Right in the middle.” He placed his hand on my own bare chest. Like most every boy in the Kingdom, I was nude more often than not. “Right here. Drive it in as hard as you can and you can send her into the next world with little pain.”

“Is that how you’ll be sending me?” I asked.

Tolakhos shook his head. “We do it differently in your case. We shall place you on the altar on the top of the Great Ziggurat. Then I remove your heart and your essence goes to the gods.”

“I can’t wait,” I said with a smile.

Tolakhos smiled in return. “To be a emissary to the gods is a great honor.” He continued to walk and talk. “After you have sent your sister ahead, you must inform me. I shall be waiting outside the door. Then some time later, I shall have you make one last Tribute with her. Your essence being left in her body at that point shall make sure that, rather than simply going to the next life, she accompanies you on your mission to the gods.”

“Alright.”

“Now!” Tolakhos said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s go to the Temple and get you ready for tomorrow.”

* * *

The marriage ceremony was long and dull. Frankly, it threatened to put me to sleep. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew I’d be among the gods soon, it would have. I sneaked a quick glance towards my soon-to-be bride.

Parathaea, was glad in a small white kilt that exposed her breasts, such as they were. The blessings of Ensa Ilahumek had not yet began to firmly take hold. Her chest was just slightly puffed out, but not fully grown yet.

Likewise, I stood wearing a similar kilt that showed what little body development I’d gone through. I’d started to get the blessings of Usa Haragir, so I’d developed a small ammount of hair where there’d been none before and at night, when I pleasured myself, the essence of Usa Haragir, that which would join with the essence of Ensa Ilahumek in order to make a child, had began to flow.

We stood there while Tolakhos performed the ceremony. There weren’t many people around. Only our parents, some of the dignitaries of the government and the priests. Always there were priests.

The ceremony went on for more than an hour. Mostly it consisted of Tolakhos asking each individual god to give his or her blessings upon our union. I thought it was pretty boring, but given that in about a day I’d be with these gods, I guessed it was probably acceptable.

“Finally,” Tolakhos droned, “I call upon Rash-Hataar, the Fire God left to us by the Kammerians, to give his blessing upon this union and make it good in the eyes of our lords.”

As a group we all turned towards the fire that was burning on the altar. We’d fought a great war with the Kammerians a century ago. As part of the peace, we’d given them our fire god, Usa Garaguk, and received their fire god, Rash-Hataar. No one knew what the gods thought of this, but since we were all still alive, they probably approved.

The fire, which had been burning low, flared up into life, and it seemed that a face appeared in the flames. A great mouth opened, and in our heads the words echoed forth.

:IT IS SO!:

And the fire died completely.

Tolakhos bowed with great respect towards the last wisps of smoke, and then turned towards my father.

“With the final blessing of the King, I shall confirm this union.”

King Garurek-Shesh slammed his spear upon the ground and said, “My will be done!”

“Then I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, brother and sister, children of the King and emissaries to the gods. May it be good.”

“May it be good!” echoed the crowd.

My sister and I turned towards each other. We hadn’t seen much of each other during the last year or so. Normally when the fertility deities start to grant their blessings, boys and girls are seperated. She smiled shyly at me, and I leaned forward to kiss her as I was meant to. A great cheer went up from the assembled mass.

I took my sister’s hand and guided her towards the marriage suite, where she would spend the rest of her mortal life and I would spend most of the rest of mine. The guests of the wedding followed after us, cheering, laughing and shouting advice to us. Once we were inside the room, I drew back the heavy curtain, closing us off from everyone outside, and then stood there, looking around.

It was a lavishly furnished room. There were two comfortable looking benches with furs covering them, a large firepit, a selection of food on a table, and a very large bed. According to tradition it would be stuffed with straw from the most recent harvest. Much more comfortable than a stone slab with a blanket covering it.

And on the bed, laying there for Parathaea and myself to see, was a big, pure white, sheet.

I looked at she who was my sister and was now also my wife. “Well…” I swallowed a little, feeling nervous about making my first Tribute. “Let’s get started.”

“Alright,” Parathaea said as she removed her kilt and climbed up onto the bed. “Have you made Tribute before, Kolisharu?”

“No.”

“Nor have I. I hear it’s pretty easy, though.”

“It should be,” I said as I tossed my kilt aside. “Tolakhos gave me some advice on how best to do it.”

Following said advice, I got between my sister’s legs and looked at what was splayed out before me. I’d never seen the Gates of Ensa Ilahumek up close before. She still had no hair down there, which I knew girls got once the goddess had blessed them. Still, it was enough to make my warrior stand at attention. There was a small jar of oil next to the bed. I dipped my fingers into it and rubbed it all over my Soldier of Usa Haragir. Then I took some more and rubbed it into my sister’s Gate. The feeling of her skin around my finger as I did so was wonderful! I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

I wiped my fingers on the edge of the sheet and positioned myself over my sister, touching my Soldier to her Gate. I looked into her eyes.

“Are you ready?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

I pressed the helmet of my warrior up to the entrance to Parathaea’s gate. When I was certain that I was in the right place, I gave a little push and was rewarded with a wonderful sensation as the first part of me entered her.

Then I hit the Gate itself, the blockage that I knew to expect. Like any good commander I knew that the only way to take down a locked gate was with a good battering ram, so I pulled back, took a deep breath, and pushed forward with all my might. Parathaea let out a quiet scream as I broke into her passage.

I gave a couple more pushes to make sure that I was completely embedded within her. As I felt my body contact her I knew that my thirteen-year-old penis was buried inside my sister’s twelve-year-old vagina. I was inside her. We were united. There was no turning back now.

Ignoring the little whimpers of discomfort that were coming from my sister, I started thrusting, sliding my Soldier around inside her Gate like I was meant to. I had never known such pleasure, such bliss! It was no wonder that making Tribute was supposed to be one of the best things in the world! A true gift from the gods. I’d have to make sure to thank them when I met them tomorrow.

As I continued to make Tribute with my sister, her moans of pain began to turn more into sounds of pleasure. This was good. After all, a gift like this from the gods was meant to be enjoyed by men and women both.

Finally my thrusting reached it’s crescendo. I pushed harder and faster into my little sister’s body, feeling the best sensations of my life. Then I started to grunt and moan as deep within her my Soldier completed his duty, spurting out my Essence of Usa Haragir. When I was emptied, I laid on top of her, breathing hard.
I’d entered my sister’s body as a boy. But now as I pulled out of her, I was a man.

Looking down I could see some blood between her legs. I smiled. My Soldier, like any good warrior, had been bloodied in combat. Thankfully some of it got onto the white sheet. I got to my feet, my sister along with me, and took it to the balcony. I pulled the curtain aside and my sister and I stood there, gloriously nude, blood still dripping down her leg. I unfurled the sheet and the crowd bellow let out a loud cheer. We’d done our jobs well.

From the other side of the curtain, I heard the sound of Tolakhos calling me. I walked over to there, bringing the sheet with me.

“You have done well, Kolisharu,” the old priest said.

“Thank you.” I passed him the bloodied sheet. He handed me a new one and a very sharp knife.

“Use the knife when the Eye of Ensa Hagek shines through the portal above.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night with your sister-wife.”

I closed the curtain there and the one at the balcony and walked to where Parathaea was sitting. She was down on the floor, an old bit of cloth held between her legs.

“Has the blood stopped?”

“Yes, Kolisharu.”

I crouched down next to her. “I’m sorry it had to hurt.”

She shrugged. “It’s what Ensa Ilahumek, in her wisdom, has decreed.” A little fire flashed in my sister’s eyes. “Remind me to ask her about that when we see her.”
I laughed. “I shall. Now bring me something to drink and something to eat.”

“Yes, my husband.”

Parathaea brought me some beer and some bread. I ate and drank and then shared some of it with her. Then she began to place the new sheet onto the bed. While she did, I looked her nude body over and noticed how beautiful she was. This made my Soldier stand at attention.

“I want to make Tribute again,” I announced.

“Alright.” Parathaea laid down on the bed and spread her legs once more.

I got on top of my sister and entered her body once more, savoring the warm sensation of her Gate welcoming my Soldier. As I began to thrust, I kissed her on the mouth and on the breasts, both of which she seemed to enjoy. She put her hands onto my hips and then moved them onto my buttocks as I kept moving within her. I was happy I was making her feel good again.

Parathaea and I made Tribute with each other eight times during the next several hours. She showed me what it was like with her on top and with her down on all knees with me entering her from behind. I was happy and content and in no hurry at all to change this happy state of affairs.

But then, late that night, we were both looking up at the hole in the top of the room as the Eye of Ensa Hagek started to shine into the room. I looked at Parathaea.

“It is time, my sister. It is time, my wife.”

“Very well.” She moved over and laid down on the bed, straw crumpling under her wonderful naked body. “I shall see you in the next world, my brother. I cannot wait to be with you again, my husband.”

I moved over towards my sister and stood by the bed. I brushed some hair back from her face and gave her a little kiss. Then I placed the knife between her breasts. I pulled the knife back, whispered a prayer, and with all my strength I stabbed the knife down into Parathaea’s body, feeling the skin, the blood, the bones, the muscles, everything moving aside to accomodate my thrusting bit of metal.

I kept my hand on the knife and looked into my sister’s eyes. She opened her mouth, turned her head towards me, tired to say something, and then went into the next word. I kept the knife inside her body as I counted to ninety-nine, the sacred number. Then I pulled the blade out, happy to see no real blood flow. That done, I walked over to the curtain and pulled it aside, not surprised to see Tolakhos standing there.

“It is done,” I said, handing him the knife.

He came into the room and examined my sister’s body. I felt a vague surge of jealous as he probed around, looking for any signs of life. When he saw none, he stood up with a satisfied grunt.

“You will make Tribute with her one last time, just before dawn. Then you shall be taken from here and you will be sent to join her.”
I smiled. “I look forward to the honor.”

Tolakhos smiled in turn. “Spend the rest of your time in prayer, Kolisharu. I shall fetch you at dawn.”

“Yes, Tolakhos.”

The priest left and I moved to the center of the room. I ate some of the food,drank some of the beer and then sat down to pray to the gods that I would soon be standing along side of. I wondered if my sister had felt any pain when I’d plunged the knife into her. I wondered if I’d feel any pain when Tolakhos cut out my heart. I shrugged. It didn’t matter. The pain was temporary. The honor of saving my people would echo for eternity.

Shortly before dawn, I rose and moved towards the bed where I mounted my sister’s lifeless body. She felt cold as I entered her. It wasn’t a bad sensation, just a little odd. I thrust into her with growing pleasure, certain that I was ensuring her place next to me with the gods. Then, at last, with a gasp of happiness, I released my essence into her.

When I was finished, I walked to the curtain and pulled it aside one last time. Tolakhos was waiting, flanked by three other priests.

“I am ready,” I said.

Tolakhos nodded and took me gently by the arm. He led me from the room, out into the rest of the palace and down to the streets. A chariot was waiting with my father inside. I joined him in the chariot and we rode past cheering crowds towards the Great Ziggarut.

When we got there, I joined a great procession to the top. It took quite a while. Once we’d climbed all the stairs my father, Tolakhos and myself stood and waved to the cheering masses. They knew my mission and approved.

That done, I went and laid down on the altar, ready to experience the bliss of being with the gods. I stared up at the Golden Ball of Usan Maragek, eager to be in his presence. I thought about the Tributes I’d made with my sister and was happy to know that I’d be able to do more of that soon.

Tolakhos stood over me, knife in hand, the same knife I’d used with my sister, and intoned a series of sacred oaths and prayers. He lifted the knife high and then plunged it down into my body. There was pain. Intense pain. But it didn’t seem to matter. I could feel the knife moving within my body, cutting, slicing. Then Tolakhos reached down and pulled out something. He held it on high. My heart.

My vision began to fade. I knew I was passing into the next world, into the realm of the gods. But before my vision went completely dark, I saw clouds, great, powerful clouds, appear in the sky. They swirled and flowed over the Great Ziggarut. Then I felt little spatters of water dropping onto my face and my cut-open body.

Rain.

From down bellow I heard the cheers of crowds growing fainter and fainter in my ears. My vision faded completely and I closed my eyes, knowing that soon I’d reopen them and stand before my gods, my sister, and my ancestors, having done my bit to help my people.

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. If you copy this, may Usa Batek, god of frogs, lay a thousand eggs within your stomach!

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Earning a Living

First Time, Incest, Prostitution, Siblings, Straight, Teens, Voyeur |

October 19, 2008

Earning a Living
By
Alex Hawk

As the rain beat down on the streets, I held out my hand to passersby, saying, “Spare change? Any spare change?” to just about everyone that came by while next to me my sister shivered in the cold.

“This isn’t working, Baird,” she said as she trembled.

“I know, Cheyenne, but I don’t have any other ideas.”

We’d been stuck out on the streets of Seattle’s U-District for a month now, ever since our Dad had died and left us with nothing but debt. Then our mom got laid off. Originally she had been here with us, but last week she’d gotten a job. Bad part was it was clear on the other side of the state in Spokane. She planned to go work there as much and as hard as she could, and then send us money as soon as she could so that we could join her.

Our mom had left us with at least a little money before she went, but we ended up spending that pretty quickly, and for the last two days we’d been stuck having to earn money this way. It had worked out pretty well yesterday, but it hadn’t been pouring down rain yesterday, and my sister had been the one trying to get people to give her money. That seemed to work much better than me trying.

“If you have any better suggestions,” I added, “I’ll listen.”

“I can’t think of anything,” she replied, miserably.

“Me, either.”

One more hour drifted past. We’d ended up accumulating about four bucks, which wasn’t even enough to buy dinner for the two of us. This really, really sucked ass.

“This really, really sucks ass,” Cheyenne said.

I laughed. “I was just thinking that.”

“Spare change?” my sister called out as a man walked past.

Rather than simply walk by, he stopped and looked at us both.

“What are you two doing out here?”

“Trying to get money,” I said.

“Where are your parents?”

“Our dad died a few months ago. We got evicted. Our mom got a job last week, but she hasn’t been able to mail us any money yet. We’re cold, we’re hungry and we just want to get some cash.”

“You’re brother and sister?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“How old are you two?”

“I’m thirteen and Cheyenne is fourteen.”

The man seemed to be considering something. “You probably haven’t gotten a lot of money today, with the weather.”

“No,” I said.

Cheyenne spoke up. “We just want to be able to get something to eat.”

The man nodded. “Alright. I’ll tell you what. Let me take you two over to Denny’s to get some food. I’ll buy you whatever you’d like to eat.”
I perked up. “Really? You’d do that? Why?”

Shrugging he said, “It’s Sunday and I haven’t done my good deed for the week yet.”

I traded looks with Cheyenne. She had an “it’s up to you” kind of expression on her face.

“Alright. We’ll go with you. Thanks, mister.”

“Call me Renault.”

“Like the car?”

“Yes. I have a sister named Porsche and another one named Mercedes. Apparently my parents wanted to keep up the trend.”

Cheyenne and I both laughed and stood up, walking after Renault as he escorted us to the nearby Denny’s. It was a short walk, and since we were all trying to hurry and stay as dry as possible, conversation was limited.

When we got there, we went inside, got our seats and each ordered a cup of coffee. Once we were drinking and had placed our food orders, Renault said, “It must be very difficult being stuck out on the streets like this.”

“It is a little,” I admitted. “But our mom got a job now, so we’ll be ok. She just needs to work for a short amount of time to save up some money so that we can get into a new place to live.”

Renault nodded. “I can see where that would be a good thing.”

We chatted a little more, largely me and him, Cheyenne stayed quiet most of the time. Once the food arrived it was mostly him talking with me and my sister nodding from time to time, not paying as much attention as we were before.

After we were done with the dinner, Renault bought us dessert and continued talking with us, telling stuff about his life. Turned out that he was twenty-nine and didn’t do anything for work. It seemed that he had access to a major inheritance that his parents had left him. It sounded like he had more money than he knew what to do with. He spent most of his time going to movies, reading, visiting museums, things like that. I was jealous.

“Where were you two planning to sleep tonight?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Probably we were going to try and get into one of the shelters. We stayed there the other night, but we didn’t like it. But since it’s raining tonight…”

He nodded. “I can understand that. Excuse me; I need to visit the restroom.” He stood and walked away.

“He seems nice, Baird.”

I nodded. “Yeah, he seems like an ok guy. It was nice of him to buy us this food.”

“Sounds like he can afford it pretty easily,” Cheyenne grumbled.

“Be nice.”

Renault came back a minute or two later. As he sat down, he said, “I’ll tell you kids what. If you want, you can come stay with me tonight. I have a nice little condo here in town. You can come stay with me and be out of the rain and not have to go to the shelter.”

“Uh…” I looked at Cheyenne. “Well… I mean… that’s a nice offer… but…”

“We’ll take it,” Cheyenne said quickly.

I blinked. “What?”

“We’ll take it,” she repeated. She leaned over. “I can’t take the idea of another night at that shelter.”

“It was pretty unpleasant,” I conceded. She had always been the more practical of the two of us.

“Well, the offer is open, if you two want. My car is outside, we can ride on up there. I have a guest room you two can stay in. No problem.”

I looked at my sister again and then shrugged. “Alright. Sounds like a good plan to me.”

We finished up the food, polished off our coffee and waited while Renault settled up on the bill. After we left, we walked down a couple blocks and came to a very, very nice looking car.

“Cool car,” I said, as we walked to it.

“Thank you, Baird. It’s an Aston-Martin,” Renault said. “A certain irony, I suppose.” He held open the door for my sister and I. We got in, he got behind the wheel and we headed off, riding in silence for about five minutes until we pulled into the garage of a condo not too terribly far from downtown.

Renault’s condo was up at the top of the building. It was a really nice place. Very modern in it’s look, but with some nice old furniture. I didn’t really know how to describe it, but I liked it a lot. Even the room he’d given to Cheyenne and I was really nice, with a great big bed, the biggest I’d ever seen.

“Would you two like to watch a movie?” he asked once we were settled in. Both Cheyenne and I were interested, so we sat back and watched the special edition version of “Fellowship of the Ring”, which we’d both liked.

After the movie was over, Renault, looking a little awkward and embarrassed, said, “I have a proposition for you two.”

“Oh?” I asked.

He nodded and took a deep breath. “I want to give you two some money. Well, not give it. I want to give you the chance to earn some money.”
I perked up a bit. “Ok, how?”

Renault looked awkward again. “Well… you two are brother and sister.”

“Yes,” I agreed to the patently obvious.

Biting his bottom lip, Renault continued. “I have a special idea that I want you two to consider. If you end up being interested, I’ll give you two-thousand dollars.”
Both my eyes and those of my sister went very wide. “Two thousand?” she squeaked.

Nodding, Renault said, “Yes. In cash.”

“What do you want us to do to earn it?” I asked, now getting a little apprehensive. No one offered you two thousand dollars for something easy.

“It’s easy,” he said. Taking another deep breath he went on. “I’ve always wanted to see a brother and sister… well… have sex with each other. If you two are willing to do that for me, I’ll give you two thousand dollars.”

Cheyenne and I just stared at him for several seconds. I should have known he was some creep, I thought. There was no way anyone normal would have been so nice to us.

“I think we should leave,” I said, starting to stand up.

Cheyenne grabbed my arm and yanked me back down. Leaning over she whispered to me, “Baird! He’s going to give us two thousand dollars. TWO THOUSAND,” she hissed.

“Just a second,” I said to Renault.

Renault stood up. “I’m going to go into the kitchen and make a snack. Why don’t you two sort out what you want to do?”

“Ok.” I turned towards Cheyenne and whispered, “He’s going to give us two thousand dollars if you and I have sex with each other!”

Cheyenne blushed and looked a little uncomfortable. “Yeah, I know. That’s not something I really want, but it’s a lot of money, and we really need money.”

“I know it is.”

“Think of how much it would help us. We could go to where Mom is and we could get a place for all three of us to live.”

“Yeah, but…” I tried to formulate my argument against this while at the same time I couldn’t help but notice that I was getting a hard-on. I’d never had sex with a girl before and like most thirteen-year-old boys, I really wanted to. But with my own sister? But we’d get money. But it would be with Cheyenne. But we’d get a LOT of money. I was so unsure.

“Besides, if we ended up doing this and got paid two thousand dollars, think of all the time we wouldn’t have to spend begging in the streets.”

I thought hard. In the end I just couldn’t decide and figured that since she was the more practical of the two, I’d let my sister make the choice.

“Cheyenne… I can’t make my mind up on this. It WOULD be a lot of money, yes, but you’re my sister. We shouldn’t be having sex with each other. The money would be nice, though. But I just don’t know.” I shrugged. “I guess I’ll leave it up to you. If you want, we’ll do it, but if not, we won’t.”

“You’re going to make ME decide?” she protested.

“Yeah.” I looked away. “You know you’re a little smarter than me.”

“Only a little?” she asked with a grin.

I stuck my tongue out in response.

Cheyenne bit her lower lip. Then she nodded. “Ok. Renault?” she called out.

“Yes?” he asked, poking his head around the corner.

My sister took a deep breath. “We’ll do it.”

My heart lurched and skipped a beat. I forced myself to nod in agreement as Renault looked over to me.

“Wonderful!” he said, clapping his hands. “Thank you both so much!”

“Yeah,” I grumbled a little.

“Let me finish getting this snack ready,” he said, vanishing back into the kitchen.

I glared at Cheyenne. “I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“Well, you DID leave it up to me, and I don’t want to spend another night in a shelter or be stuck having to beg for money in the rain. If you fucking me gets us enough money so that we don’t have to do that, it’ll be worth it.”

Still grumbling I turned away from my sister. I was slightly impressed by the fact that she was willing to make such a very logical choice, but that didn’t mean that I had to like it, though my body was just starting to catch onto the fact that I was, apparently, going to be getting laid soon.

“Here we go,” Renault said, bustling back into the room. He set down a platter of fruit and veggies. “Healthy.” He smiled.

“So… when you say you want us to have sex… do you mean actually… you know… fucking?” I managed to ask.

Renault nodded. “Yes, I mean intercourse. As well as foreplay, of course. I want you two to enjoy it.” He paused. “Are you both virgins?”

Blushing a little I nodded as Cheyenne did the same.

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll walk you through everything.”

“Thanks,” I said, unsure if I was thankful or not as I munched on some of the food.

“Well… why don’t you two go and get a shower. Get yourselves cleaned up.”

“Ok,” I replied. “I’ll go first.”

“Hmmm… why don’t you two shower together? Get used to seeing each other nude before we start.”

“Uh…” I looked at Cheyenne who nodded. “Alright. I guess that’ll be ok.”

“Alright. Bathroom’s just right off your bedroom,” he said. “I’ll just wait out here for you two. You should find bathrobes in the closet.”

As Cheyenne and I went into the bedroom, I said, “Are you sure you want us to do this?”

“I don’t WANT us to. I just think that we have to.” She paused. “Look, Baird. We need money. We need money badly. If we get two thousand dollars, well… that’s enough to get us to where Mom is and move us into an apartment. If I have to spend five minutes getting fucked by you in order to avoid having to spend the next couple weeks living on the streets, well, just call me Fucky McFuck.”

“Fucky McFuck?” I asked with a grin.

“Damn right.”

We went into the bathroom and looked at the shower. It was big. I mean REALLY big, with two shower heads. It looked impressive as hell.

“Nice shower,” I conceded.

“Yeah.” Cheyenne looked at me. “Well… should we get in?”

“Yeah.”

We traded looks with each other and then finally Cheyenne started to undress. I followed suit and pretty quickly we were both in just our underwear.

“Well… time for the last bit,” she said with a nervous grin.

“Yeah…”

Cheyenne let out a little sigh and then slipped out of her panties and bra, leaving her wonderfully naked. My eyes drank in the sight. She was the first girl I’d ever seen naked in real life. My hard on, which had left, returned with a vengeance. She wasn’t the hottest girl in the world. Her breasts weren’t very big and she was kinda skinny, but to me she looked… well, like a naked girl.

“Come on,” she said as she turned away to start the water going.

Sighing myself, I pulled down my underwear, my virgin penis popping straight up to smack against my stomach. I held my hands over it and made my way into the shower.

Turning away from my sister and towards the shower head, I started cleaning myself off, relaxing a little as the warm water washed over my naked body. It had been a while since I’d been able to get a good, hot shower, and this whole experience might at least be worth it just for that.

Well, maybe not.

Cheyenne said, “Nice butt, Baird.” Before I could respond, I simultaneously felt a sharp sting on my butt and heard a loud SNAP! Whirling around, I saw my sister standing there with a wet washcloth and giggling.

“Hey!” I grabbed a washcloth of my own, ready to snap.

“Careful, boy. I have a good target,” my sister said, twirling her washcloth while she eyed my erect penis.

I felt a blush burn its way across my face as I turned around. “Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered.

“No, I’m sorry, Baird. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s ok.”

“Turn back around.”

I did so, holding my hands in front of my erection. My sister stood there unashamedly nude in front of me.

“Take your hands away. It’s going to be inside me, I might as well see it.”

Awkwardly, I pulled my hands back from my penis. My sister studied it intently, finally saying, “Not big. I’ve seen smaller.”

I blinked. “You have?”

She nodded and said, “Yeah. I’ve… well, I’m not totally inexperienced.”

“Oh,” I said, weakly. “What… what have you done?”

Shrugging, Cheyenne said, “Nothing big. I’ve gone down on a few boys, that’s all.”

“Oh. Anyone I know?”

“Probably not. It was mostly at a party some of my friends had. We all put on different color lipstick and sucked off each boy for a bit.”

“Oh,” I said, continuing my trend as my mind spun. My sister had gone down on a bunch of other boys at a party? How come I didn’t get invited to these things? “You haven’t actually Done It, though, right?”

“Yeah, I’m still a virgin,” she said as she started soaping herself up again. “What have you done?”

“Nothing much. Just kissing and some other things.”

“Like what?”

Blushing I said, “Nothing, really.”

“Come on,” she persisted. “What else have you done?”

“Uh… well… look, promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Ok.”

Blushing some more, I said, “Well… I fooled around a little with Blake. We kind of… you know… touched each other and… sucked each other…”

Cheyenne looked at me for several seconds and then burst out laughing. “You’ve jerked and blown another boy? Oh, that’s funny!”

“Hey, it’s not that funny!”

“Sure it is!” She stopped laughing but kept grinning. “It’s not that big of a deal, Baird. Lots of boys that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, well,” I grumbled.

“Besides,” Cheyenne said as she smacked me on the butt, getting an indignant squawk out of me. “It means we’ve both done the same things.”

I shook my head, and then started giggling. “Yeah, I guess we have.” I felt the atmosphere in the shower lighten considerably. “So… we’re really going to have sex with each other?”

Nodding as she washed her hair, Cheyenne said, “Yeah. I guess we are. I can certainly think of worse ways to earn two thousand dollars.”

“Yeah, me, too,” I admitted. “I just never thought I’d lose my virginity like this, you know?”

“Yeah. But, well, it could have been worse. Renault could have asked us to have sex with him instead of each other. I mean, which would you rather do?”

I actually stopped moving as my mind tried to sort that conundrum out. Would I rather have sex with an older man, or my own sister? Finally I shook my head. “Stop making my brain hurt.”

Cheyenne laughed and splashed some water at me. “Doesn’t that thing ever soften up?” she asked, looking at my penis.

I shook my head. “Not during times like this.”

“Oh, right. You’ve had so many times like this.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. I guess it means I’d better not drop the soap. Whoops!” she said, suddenly letting the soap she was holding fly out of her hand. “I’ll just bend over and pick that up,” she said, casually as she turned away from me and bent over.

I stared at my sister’s bare backside. Trying hard to think of a witty reply, I finally had to settle for, “Be careful, or you might get poked by something.”

“Like what?” she asked, looking back at me with a slight sneer.

Moving forward, I took my young penis in my hand and in a slightly shaky voice, I said, “Like this.”

“Oh, yeah? Go ahead.” Cheyenne bent over all the way.

Swallowing a little, I regarded the spectacle in front of me. I had no real clue exactly where my sister’s vagina was, or even if I’d actually stick my penis in if I did. On the other hand, it was pretty obvious she was trying her best to tease the hell out of me, and I wouldn’t be letting her get away with that.

With that in mind, I took a couple steps closer, until I was standing right behind my sister. I held my penis so that it was pointing straight forward and, taking a deep breath, stepped that last step closer, feeling the tip poking against something warm.

“Oh! Ah!” Cheyenne said suddenly. “Ah… you have better aim than I thought…”

“You mean… this is the right spot?” I asked, my mouth going dry, despite all the water splashing on our nude bodies.

“Ah… yeah…” She pressed back against me and I felt the tip of my penis surrounded suddenly by a strange warm wetness.

“Oh…” I said, weakly, not daring to move. I looked down and saw most of the tip of my young penis disappearing into my sister’s vagina.

“Baird…?” my sister said after a moment.

“Yeah…?”

I felt Cheyenne tremble a little as she quietly said, “Slide it all the way in me…”

I was barely managing to resist the urge to do just that. “But… then we won’t be virgins…” I said, stating the blatantly obvious.

“I know… I don’t want him to see us lose our virginities to each other… he can pay us to fuck… but he doesn’t get to see that part…”

“Are you sure?” I whispered.

“Yes… yes, I’m sure…” Cheyenne pushed back against me and I felt a little more of my penis slip inside her.

“Alright,” I said, unable to resist the temptation any longer. I put my hands on my sister’s hips and pushed forward, feeling and watching as my thirteen-year-old virgin penis slided very smoothly and easily into her tight, warm, wet fourteen-year-old virgin vagina.

“Ooooooh… Baird…” she whispered. “Oh, god…”

Unable to speak or think or do much of anything, I looked down to where our bodies were joined, seeing on the barest hint of my penis, knowing that the rest was buried deep inside my sister’s body.

Having seen plenty of pornos, I knew what I had to do next. I held onto my sister’s hips and began slowly moving back and forth inside her, my mind blurring at how wonderful the sensations around my penis were. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Even the blowjobs I’d traded with Blake weren’t nearly as good.

As I fucked my sister she whispered, “Baird…? When you cum… pull out…”

“Ok…” I gasped out. I was actually having real life sex with a real life girl! Who cared if she was my sister? This was just too amazing for me to worry about that!
It wasn’t more than a minute before I knew I needed to pull out. I quickly withdrew my penis from my sister’s vagina and stroked it hard and fast, gasping and grunting as my sperm fired out of me and splattered onto her back in several long, hard bursts. When I was done, I fell back against one of the shower walls, the water beating over my naked, no longer virgin, teenage body.

My sister stayed bent over for a moment and then finally stood up. She stretched and looked over at me.

“So that’s what getting fucked feels like.”

“So that’s what fucking feels like,” I gasped.

Cheyenne let the water splash onto her back as she tried to clean up a little. “We should probably get out of her. Renault is going to start to wonder what’s taking us so long.”

“Oh, yeah. Ok.” I got back under the water, soaped myself up and rinsed off just as my sister turned off her tap.

“Baird?”

“Yeah?” I asked as I turned off my water and grabbed a towel.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah. Did you?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

“We can’t tell Renault though, ok?”

“Don’t worry. As far as he’s going to know, we’re both still virgins.”

“Ok.”

As we finished toweling off, Cheyenne came over and gave me a clingy hug, her body pressing against mine in all sorts of ways. “I’m glad my first time was with someone I love.”

I had no clue what to say to that other than, “Me, too.”

With that we separated, finished toweling off and put on the incredibly soft and fluffy bathrobes that were in the closet. Then we made our way back into the living room where Renault was watching “The Incredibles” on DVD.

“Violet and Dash would make an interesting couple, don’t you think?” he asked us with a little smile.

“Uh… they’re just cartoons?” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah, I know. Not nearly as interesting as the real life brother and sister in front of me. Did you get used to seeing each other?”

We both nodded.

“Good!” Renault smiled a little more. “You ready to fuck for the first time?”

“Absolutely,” I said with a straight face.

Less than an hour later I was sinking my penis into my sister’s vagina for the second time in my life. It was heavenly, especially since Renault had me cum inside her. From what little I understood about girls, I thought that Cheyenne probably came, too, but I wasn’t totally sure.

After we were done, Renault gave us the money and let us get some sleep. The next morning he paid us to fuck again, and when we left his apartment we had four thousand dollars burning holes in our pockets. We went straight to the Greyhound station and bought two tickets to Spokane.

When we got there, we pretty quickly made contact with our Mom and by the end of the week were living not in an apartment, but in a very nice house with a cool little yard and everything! We never told her where we got the money from, and thankfully she never asked. I knew she was happy that we had stability in our lives again.

Cheyenne and I had sex a few more times after we moved to Spokane. We didn’t do it too much. It never became a regular thing, but we enjoyed it when we did do it. Eventually, though, my sister moved on and got herself a boyfriend.

Shortly after that, much to my surprise, I got one myself. Despite how much I’d enjoyed fucking my sister and despite how much I thought I’d liked girls, it turned out that I was actually more interested in boys. Apparently things with Blake hadn’t just been a passing fancy. Once I started dating guys, there was no turning back for me, and I haven’t fucked any girls since.

It was a pretty odd experience, that night in Renault’s shower. It led to a strange place with my sister and I, but it also led us to all new levels of happiness as we were reunited with our mom in a brand new home in a brand new town.

I wonder, from time to time, if Renault is paying any other kids to fuck for him like we did. I hope so, and I hope that it works out as well for them as it did for us.

THE END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Exitus acta probat, which these days seems to be more the motto of our country than e plurabis unam.

***
This was a fun little tale, I thought. I’ve always wanted to write a story about a brother and sister who got paid to have sex with each other. I hope you all liked it as much as I did.
It’s also part of a series called “Ave Rats”, which centers around the homeless kids who live in Seattle’s University District on a street nicknamed “The Ave”. I don’t know how many parts there will be to the series or where I’ll go with it. But I do know that it’ll feature different characters each time, much like what I have in mind for the other “In the FLiN” stories.
Like always, make sure you look over the contest, the stories, the guide to seduction and all the other fine things on my site! www.alexhawk.com is coming soon!

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Dull Summer

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

October 19, 2008

Dull Summer
By
Alex Hawk

The late-June sun bore its weight down onto the parched Arizona landscape. I let out a quiet sigh as I looked around. Everything was hot and dry and boring and dull, dull, dull. God, I hated this place. If it was under 90 degrees right now I’d be shocked. Hell, by the time noon rolled around it would probably be over 115. We’d top out at about 120, I figured, then maybe back down to 100 by midnight.

I sighed again as I walked back inside the air-conditioned trailer my family lived in. We’d moved out here from New York a few months ago because my Dad got a job offer as a county sheriff. He figured it was better to be a sheriff in a small part of Nowhere, Arizona, than it was to be a beat cop in NYC. I disagreed.
My dad and mom were already at work. My little brother was still sleeping, which left me with the place to myself for a while. Oh, joy. For lack of anything better to do, I booted up the computer and surfed over to a couple of my favorite websites. Places I knew I could find pretty boys to look at.

Soon teenage boys in various states of nakedness and arousal were on the screen. I reached down into my shorts and began rubbing at my vagina, fantasizing about the pretty young things on display. I hadn’t had real sex yet, but I’d come close a couple times. Hell, just before I’d left NYC, I’d nearly lost my virginity to my boyfriend, but we didn’t have any condoms, so we didn’t go all the way. He did eat me out, though, which had been quite delightful!

I managed to give myself an orgasm while thinking about that night and looking at a pic of a boy who was about thirteen, very naked, very erect and very cute. I pictured him fucking me as my orgasm washed over me. Oh, he was really nice!

When I finished cumming, I cleaned everything up, turned off the computer and wandered back to my room, looking for the next thing that might provide me with some distraction from the boredom that gripped every facet of my life.

* * *

My life had developed a routine since school had let out two weeks ago. I’d wake up shortly after my parents left for the day. I’d make up some coffee and drink it while watching the sunrise. Then I’d go into the living room where I’d usually download some porn and masturbate. Then I’d retire to my room for a while where I’d just hang out for a bit until my twelve-year-old brother, Kris, woke up. Once he was awake we’d play video games and watch TV and stuff. It was still pretty dull, but at least it was boredom with someone else.

Then there’d be lunch, which we’d take turns making. After that, more games, more TV, plenty of conversation and lots more boredom until our parents got home. It was not a fun way to live. The worst part of it was that it meant my little brother was my best friend by default as he was the only person other than my parents that I ever saw.

Our parents kept reassuring me that when I turned sixteen next year, they’d get me a car, which would be nice, cause it would mean that I’d be able to drive out to the small, two-thousand person town we lived a half-hour away from. That would be nice, but that wouldn’t be until early next year, and I didn’t really want to have to wait.

In short, life was sucky and not likely to get better anytime soon.

* * *

Now Kris and I were sitting side-by-side on the couch, taking turns playing “Katamari Damacy” and trying to roll the biggest katamari. Currently I was in the lead with a 741m katamari, but Kris was doing a decent job of challenging me. He likely wouldn’t win, though. I played the game obsessively. It was almost like it was a form of rebellion against the way I was having to live my life.

But today my mind wasn’t on the game. I’d had an email a couple days ago from a friend who’d told me that my old boyfriend had gotten his current girlfriend pregnant. It was apparently quite the scandal and I was missing it. What annoyed me the most was that there was a huge part of me that didn’t care, and that worried me. I’d cared a lot when he’d emailed me to say he had a girlfriend, and cared when I heard they were having sex. Now this, along with most of the events going on with my friends in NYC, just didn’t really matter to me anymore.

“Huh?” I said, aware that Kris had said something.

“I said I almost did it. 738 meters.”

“Hey, cool,” I said, pulling myself to reality. “You’re getting better.”

“Thanks!”

I looked at the clock. “I’m gonna make some lunch,” I said, sighing a little as I stood up.

“Oh, ok.”

Kris followed me into the kitchen to talk with me while I made up some mac and cheese for us to eat. He nattered on about all sorts of things, which I largely tuned out. Normally I’d participate more, but I really wasn’t up for it right now.

“Megan?” he finally said. “Is something wrong?”

I sighed again and looked up from the pasta. “Do you know what the word ennui means?”

“No.”

“It’s what I’m having right now. It’s just an accumulation of boredom and… boredom. Frustration. Loneliness. Stuff like that.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you lonely? You have me!”

I smiled a little. “Yeah, but you’re my brother. It’s not the same as having a friend.”

“Why not? I think of you as a friend more than as my sister these days.”

“Yeah. But there’s things you can’t do that at least a couple of the boys back home were able to do.”

“Like what?”

I was about to tell him when I realized exactly who I was talking to. I shook my head. “Nothing important.”

“Well, if it’s not important, why does it matter?” Kris asked.

I smiled wanly again. “It just does.”

Kris looked puzzled, then looked a little grossed-out. “You’re talking about sex, aren’t you?”

I laughed as I drained the pasta. “Sort of. Well, mostly, yes.”

“Oh.”

Kris and I had talked about a lot of things over the last two weeks of being stuck alone together, but we’d never discussed sex. I had limited experience with it, only up to oral with my most recent boyfriend, as I mentioned before, and I presumed that Kris had no experience at all.

“So… you’ve had sex, then?” he asked as I began stirring the cheese powder into the pasta.

“Well… sort of. Not all the way. Just some stuff.”

“Oh.”

“Yep.” I put a plate of food in front of my brother and sat down with him to eat.

“Megan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind… I mean… what stuff did you do?” he asked, blushing a little.

I shrugged and, seeing no reason to lie, said, “I’ve made out with a couple boys. With my last boyfriend I gave him blowjobs a few times and he went down on me. We almost had sex, but didn’t cause we didn’t have condoms.” I rolled my eyes. “That apparently didn’t stop him with his current girlfriend, cause he got her pregnant.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. He’s kind of a dumbass.”

Kris asked, “So why did you go out with him and do… what you did?”

I shrugged again. “Cause he was kind of cute and he was interested in me and willing to try some stuff without a major romantic thing. We were basically just using each other to fool around and learn about sex first hand.” And mouth, I added silently.

“Oh, wow. Ok, that makes sense, I guess.” Kris took a bite of his food and then into the quiet of the dining room said, “I had sex once.”

I froze, my food halfway to my mouth. “No, you didn’t,” I finally managed to say.

“Yeah, I did,” my brother replied with a nod.

“Fuck you, you did not.”

“Yes, I did.”

“You mean like all the way?”

“Yeah.”

“Like you had your penis inside some girl’s vagina?”

“Yep.”

“Bullshit.”

Kris held up his right hand. “I swear to god!”

“Who with?” I asked, picking at my food, feeling a little annoyed that my brother apparently wasn’t a virgin but I still was.

“Darla Addams.”

I raised an eyebrow. She was a girl Kris had been friends with for most of his life. If he was likely to have fucked a girl it would’ve been her.

“How did that happen?” I asked.

Kris shrugged. “Like the day before we left she asked me to come over to her place and took me to her room. She said she wanted to try it with me ever since she’d known about it and since we were moving, it was then or never.”

Now it was my turn to say, “Oh.”

“We took off our clothes and got on her bed. We made out and stuff and I fingered her and we did like oral together. Then I got on top of her and it took me like a few minutes to figure out how to get it in, but I did. I got it all the way inside her and we fucked for like three minutes before I came.”

“Oh… I hope you used a condom,” I said, my brain catching up to events.

Kris shrugged. “I eleven then, and I wasn’t making any sperm yet. I am now, though,” he added.

“Oh.”

“We wanted to do it again a few minutes later, but her mom came home and so we had to stop. It was cool to do it that once, though.”

“Wow.” I sat back, trying to absorb everything. My twelve-year-old brother wasn’t a virgin and I still was at fifteen.

“She said it felt really good and she had a lot of fun, especially when I used my tongue on her.”

“Yeah, I bet,” I muttered, taking a bite of my food.

“I was pretty happy we did it,” Kris said with a giggle. “I just wish we’d gotten to do it more. It was really sweet.”

“Hmph,” I grunted.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, just the fact that you’re not a virgin and I am.”

Kris shrugged. “Not much I can do about that. I mean, if it’s really that big of a deal, just remember that I only did it once.”

“That’s still one more than me,” I groused, annoyed that I was jealous about this. I mean, it was my little brother! Who cared what he did?

“You wanna go play some more games?” Kris asked as he finished up his food.

“Maybe later. I think I’m going to go take a nap.”

“Oh, ok. I’ll practice some and maybe win next time,” he said with an impish grin as he ran off to the living room.

I cleaned up my dishes and went to my bedroom where I stripped naked and laid down on my bed. Kris wasn’t a virgin. My brother had fucked a girl when he was eleven. He wasn’t a virgin and I was. Life wasn’t fair.

I began to picture the image in my mind. Darla naked and laying on her bed, much like I was, only she wouldn’t have had much in the way of breasts and no pubic hair. I pictured Kris eating her out and then getting on top of her and slipping his penis, which I visualized as also being hairless, into her vagina. I could see his little butt rising and falling as they fucked for the first time and the expression of pleasure on both their faces. I remembered a video I’d once downloaded of two kids about twelve or thirteen who were fucking, so I had a fair idea of what was going on in Darla’s bedroom.

Almost of itself, my right hand moved between my legs, massaging my clitoris and then working a finger into my vagina as I pictured my brother fucking for the first time. I kept wondering what it had felt like for Darla to have his penis inside her and began moving my finger back and forth in time to the image of Kris thrusting.

I moved faster and faster as I pictured Kris fucking Darla. My mind began to spin as the pleasure built within my vagina and flushed out through my body as my orgasm took hold of me. It was one of the best I’d ever had.

When I was done cumming, I cleaned up, feeling slightly guilty about having an orgasm while thinking about my brother fucking. But what the hell. It had lead to one of the best orgasms of my life and that was a distinct plus! Content with that thought, I settled down and eventually drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Over the next week or so I kept up my routine, but with some significant disruptions. Mostly this was due to the fact that every time I masturbated, I was picturing Kris fucking Darla. It was leading to some great orgasms, but it was making me feel a little weird.

Then it got weirder when I started seeing him wandering around without a shirt. He’d began doing it the day after our conversation, and since it was really hot, I didn’t blame him. It was just that every time I saw him, I pictured him fucking lucky little Darla.

I knew most of this was simply caused by boredom. During the weekend we’d driven out to town and gone swimming at the community pool. I’d seen Kris in a speedo then and hadn’t been distracted by that. I was having too much fun with other things, including flirting with some of the other boys there. When I got home, however, and was in my bed, I had more details of my brother’s body to add to the image I used when I masturbated.

Then came the day it got really weird. Yesterday, to be exact. Last night, when I was masturbating before bed. I constructed my mental image of Kris naked, but when I sent him off to get laid, I found myself picturing him going down not on Darla but on me. Then fucking me. It was an INCREDIBLY hot image and made me cum better than I’d ever had in my life period. Even when my ex had gone down on me, the orgasm hadn’t been as good.

It did leave me feeling REALLY mixed up, though. I mean, it was bad enough that I was picturing my little twelve-year-old brother fucking Darla, but now I was getting off on the idea of him fucking me, and there was no way I could ignore that.

So now I was sitting there with him, after lunch, watching a movie on DVD and wanting to ask him a whole slew of questions, but not knowing where to start. Finally as I sat there, checking out his shirtless body, I figured I’d just start asking.

“So, Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a few things?”

“Sure.”

“About Darla and you?”

Kris paused. “Uh… sure, if you want.”

“Ok. Well… when you went down on her, did you get her off?”

“You mean like make her cum?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Did she cum when you fucked her?”

Kris nodded. “Yeah, she told me she did anyhow.”

“Not bad,” I said, somewhat impressed. “Most girls don’t cum their first time. At least that’s what I hear.”

“Really? Cool that she did, then,” he said with a smile.

“What did it… what did it feel like when you were inside her?”

Kris smiled again and looked a little shy. “Oh, it was better than anything. I hadn’t even… well, you know… by myself… before I did it with her, so it was really incredible. I had no idea it was going to be that good.”

“Wow,” I said, shifting a little, acutely aware of how wet my vagina was getting. “I assume she liked it?”

“Oh, yeah. She really wanted to do it again, but like I said, her mom came home early.”

“How close were you guys to doing it again?”

“Uh… well, I was on top and about to stick it in, that’s how close,” he said with a smile.

“Oh, ok.” I licked my lips. “Uh… can I ask a kind of strange question?”

“Sure.”

“Uhm… how big… is… your penis?” I managed to say.

Kris blinked and blushed. “Oh. I don’t know. Why?”

“Is it bigger than my finger?” I asked, holding up an index finger.

He looked at it. “Uh… maybe. Probably not quite as long, but a little thicker.”

“Do you have hair yet?”

“Yeah, some. Only a few strands, though.”

“Ok.”

“Why did you wanna know?”

How could I tell him? I couldn’t say, “Because I wanted to have a more accurate version of you to masturbate to.”

“Oh, I’m just curious,” I said dismissively. Looking down a little I saw a bulge in my brother’s shorts. “Is that… it?” I asked.

He looked down and blushed again. “Yeah.”

“Are you… hard right now?”

“Yeah, from all the talking.”

Feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I said, “Can I see it?”

Kris blinked and looked taken aback. “See it?”

“Yeah.” Before he could ask I said, “I mean… I know what my boyfriend’s was like, but he was still a virgin. I wanna see what one looks like when it’s on a boy that’s not a virgin.”

“Oh. Well… I guess you can see it if you really want to.”

“Ok.”

Looking a little nervous, Kris sat up and unzipped his shorts. He pulled them and his underwear down and up popped his penis. It was beautiful! About four inches long, a little thicker than my finger, as he’d said, and just a few strands of hair. Lovely! So much nicer than my boyfriend’s had been, I thought.

“It looks nice,” I said around the wall of arousal.

“Thanks,” Kris mumbled. “Can you see any difference?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I think yours is nicer than my ex’s, though.”

Kris grinned. “Thanks.”

Taken by a whim, I said, “Well, since I saw you… do you wanna see me?”

“Uhm… sure, if you want to show me.”

“Sure.” I stood up and dropped my shorts and panties, kicking them aside. Then I laid back on the couch and spread my legs to give my brother a good view of my vagina.

His eyebrows raised and his penis twitched. “Wow. That’s a lot different from Darla.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well… she didn’t have any hair for one thing.”

“Uh-huh… what else?”

Kris shrugged, his eyes still locked between my legs. “Well, with her it looked like just a slit with a wet spot where the hole was. With you it looks like a more… like stuff. I can see the wet place, though,” he added, pointing.

I laughed. “Yeah, it’s there alright. Do you see my clitoris and everything?”

Kris nodded. “Yeah, and it’s bigger than Darla’s was.”

“You said you fingered her, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Was she really tight?”

Kris nodded again. “Yeah, I could barely get my finger in her at first.”

Taking a breath and knowing I might scare him away, I said, “Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Would you mind… well… putting your finger into me? I wanna know if I’m any tighter or anything than she was.”

My brother looked shocked. “You want me to finger you?”

“Well, just to see if there’s any difference, that’s all. I’m a virgin just like she was, but I’m curious to see if there’s any difference.”

“Uhm,” he said, his penis twitching. “Well, I guess if you really want me to, I can. Just to see.”

“Ok, cool.” I spread my legs wide. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Kris shrugged and moved closer to me. He held out a hand and slowly began slipping his middle finger into my vagina. It was all I could do to keep from crying out in bliss as it sank down into me.

Once he had it all the way inside, he worked it around a little and in a slightly tense voice said, “Well… yeah, there’s a difference. She was a little tighter but I don’t think she’d ever done anything with anyone else ever at all, and you said you’d done some things, so maybe even though you haven’t been… well, fucked… maybe that makes a difference.”

“Yeah, ok.”

“It’s nice, though,” he said with a grin.

I smiled back. “I think it’s pretty nice, too… you got a good finger, Kris.”

“Thanks.”

“Just out of curiosity,” I said, as casual as I could, “when you had your finger inside Darla, how did you move it around?”

“Just back and forth mostly,” he said, moving his finger within me to illustrate.

“Mmmm… that does feel pretty nice… but if you move it in circles and around and stuff it feels even better.”

“This way?” my brother asked, moving his finger some more.

“Oh, yes…”

Kris grinned. “Cool. This is a lot better than video games.”

“Yeah,” I said with a laugh. Then I sat up a little and pulled my shirt off. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so now I was nude in front of my brother. “How do these compare?”

He stared at my breasts. “Uh… well, since she was still flat, they’re much nicer.”

“You can touch ‘em if you want.”

“Ok.” Keeping his finger inside my vagina, my brother reached out with his other hand and rested it on my right breast. “Wow… that feels cool.”

“Yeah, I like it,” I said with a smile. Looking down I could see that my brother had scooted close enough that I could reach out and take hold of his penis. I did so, stroking it slowly.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“N… no…”

“Good,” I whispered, happy to be touching the penis I’d been dreaming about. It wasn’t nearly the same as my ex’s, but it was everything I’d hoped for. What I really wanted, deep down, was to have it inside me, but I knew that couldn’t happen. At least not yet. It would, though, as soon as I could pull it off. I’d lose my virginity to my brother. What an erotic thought!

Meantime, as I was fondling him, Kris kept up the movements within my vagina. “You’re getting good at that…”

“Thanks…”

“Do you wanna try doing something else…?”

“What…?”

I took a breath. “Well… you said you went down on Darla… if you wanna try that on me, I can give you some lessons…”

“Oh… ok.”

“First move your face down there, but keep your finger inside me!” I added hastily as he was about to pull it out.

“Ok, now what?” he asked once he was down there.

“First lick the area around my clitoris.”

“Like this?” he asked, doing so.

My eyes crossed and little fireworks went off in my mind as my brother’s tongue scrapped across my clitoris. Oh, dear god it was heavenly! Whatever Kris had learned from Darla he’d learned it quite, quite well! He was already much better at it then my ex had been back in NYC.

“Am I doing ok?” Kris asked.

“Ah… you were until you stopped…”

“Oh, sorry… you weren’t saying anything, so I didn’t know. I’ll go back to it.”

“No, wait,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Move up here.”

My brother wiggled his way up until his chest was rubbing against my breasts. “Ok, like this?”

“Yeah.” Swallowing a little I reached down and took his penis in my hand, lining it up with the entrance to my vagina. “Push it in,” I whispered.

Kris blinked. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah… fuck me, little brother… take my virginity…”

“Ok, if you want me to.” Kris shifted his weight around and I felt the tip of his penis nudge into me a little. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…” I whispered, closing my eyes, part of me unable to believe this was really happening.

Nodding, Kris said, “Ok,” and then pushed forward with his hips. At first nothing happened. I started, for a moment, to wonder if I’d put him in the right place, but then, slowly, wonderfully, incredibly, I felt my younger brother’s twelve-year-old penis begin to sink down into my fifteen-year-old virgin vagina. He pulled back and pushed forward once, twice and then was entirely inside of me.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as my brother took my virginity. It felt soooo wonderful! So much better than just masturbating or even having a boy go down on me. I was actually being fucked! So what if it was with my little brother? It felt incredible and that was all that mattered!

“Does it feel ok? Do you want me to pull out?” Kris asked, looking a little concerned.

“Oh, god, no… keep it in…” I put my hands on my brother’s butt and pulled him closer to me, just to make the point.

“Ok… do you want me to start fucking…?”

“Yeah…”

“Ok…” Kris began moving slowly, sliding his penis back and forth inside my vagina. He grinned a little. “You feel much better than Darla…”

“Thanks…”

Kris closed his eyes at this point and started fucking me a little harder. He slipped out a couple times but guided himself back into me pretty easily. I was mute with pleasure the whole time! I just couldn’t believe how wonderful this all felt! Sure it was incest, but I REALLY didn’t care right now.

“Oh… oh… Megan…? I’m gonna cum soon…” Kris moaned.

I hadn’t thought about what to do when Kris had his orgasm. There was a lot about this I hadn’t really thought through, but who cared?

When I hadn’t said anything in reply, Kris moaned, “Oh… can I cum in you…?”

“Yeah…” I whispered.

“Oh… ok… oh… oh… OH! Oh, god!” Kris pushed deep inside me and started shaking as his sperm began firing off, filling my vagina. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I could feel his penis twitching as he orgasmed inside me. It was soooo cool!

And just as my brother finished cumming, I started to, my vagina contracting hard around his penis as I began moaning and groaning, lost in a world of pleasure I’d never before experienced as fully as I was now.

As we both came down from our orgasms I looked up at my brother. He grinned down at me. Then we both began to giggle.

“Wow,” Kris said. “I can’t believe we fucked… that was so cool…”

“Yeah.” I squeezed his butt.

“Did I do ok?”

“Best fuck I ever had,” I said with a smile.

Kris laughed. “Yeah, but it was the only fuck you’ve ever had!”

“So?”

“Ok, good point.” Kris backed up, his penis slipping out of my vagina.

I sat up and stretched. “THAT was fun. We gotta do that a lot more.”

“Really?” Kris grinned. “Cool!”

I placed a hand on my brother’s still hard penis and kissed him. “Yeah… summer just got a lot less dull for us.”

“Cool.” He kissed me back. “Can we fuck again?”

“Absolutely.”

Soon I had laid my brother on his back and was straddling his waist, riding his penis to another wonderful orgasm for us both. Then we went to him doing me doggie-style. Then we fucked in his bed. Then in mine. Then in the shower. Then in the kitchen. Then in our parents bed. Then we stopped and got cleaned up.

Then the next day we fucked some more.

After that we fucked.

Then we fucked again.

You get the idea.

Summer was indeed a lot less dull.

END

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk.

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