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Subject: {ASSM} A Discussion of Form and Style, Part 4 (Revised) (Mf inc rom)
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A Discussion of Form and Style, by Unlucky (Part 4)

   Part 4 - Graduation

   It was Sara's graduation.  David had been dropped off at the house that
morning, but hadn't seen his sister yet.  He drove with his parents to the
high school in the afternoon, Sara had been there all day helping with the
decorations and so on.  Through the throng of black cap and gown clad
teenagers David struggled to see his sister, but couldn't find her before
the ceremony began.

   "She's going to make a speech, you know.  Since she was the head of
school newspaper and helped with the yearbook." his mother said with pride.

   "I thought she was kind of unfocused last year.  I knew she got good
grades, but it sounds like she really got motivated." David commented,
still trying to find her in the crowd as they sat down.

   "Well, she got it into her head that she wanted to go to school in the
city, so she started doing all these extracurricular activities to put on
her applications to colleges.  I guess it worked, because she got in." his
father noted.

   The ceremony was just like every high school graduation.  Boring
speeches by monotone teachers.  David almost fell asleep twice, until his
mother bumped him on the shoulder.  "This is it, this is Sara!" she
whispered excitedly.

   She stood at the podium, too far for David to see in detail, but close
enough to make him hard.

   "In life a lot of us can feel..." she scanned the audience for a second,
then finding her family she locked eyes with her brother.  "unlucky."

   David swallowed, his mind racing.

   "We may think we are unlucky..." she paused looked at David again before
looking down at her speech again.  "but we have to realize that we make our
own luck in life.  We have to go out and take the things we want and do the
things we want to do.  We can't let other people dictate what we should
want in life and we should let nothing stand in the way of getting what we
want.  So I stand before you today telling you that you need to go out
there after you graduate and take what you want from the world.  Don't let
anything stop you.  Thank you." She finished and walked off the stage as
the polite clapping sounded.

   "That was a rather..  strange speech.  Positive, though." David's mother
said, but David couldn't hear her.

   "She knew." were the only words David could think of at that moment.

   *

   Getting out of his parent's car he wasn't sure what to expect.  Sara was
waiting on the steps of the house and David's parents hugged her and
congratulated her as David stood awkwardly in the distance.  Eventually
they went inside and David was left on the porch with his sister.

   A few months from turning 18 and Sara looked nothing like David
remembered.  Her hair was a dark chocolate brown and cut in a short a-line
bob, meaning it was longer in the front then it was in the back.  Her style
of clothes changed too, gone were the multicolored leggings and bangles. 
She was dressed in dark blue jeans and a nice button up short sleeve shirt.
Her glasses were more mature too, dark brown cat eye glasses like a 50's
librarian.  She looked like a college freshmen, but under that she looked
like Sara.

   Walking closer, David saw that she had grown at least 2 inches since he
left and just as he thought some of the baby fat had burned off, though she
was not thin like he was, she was buxom and curvy like their mother was
when she was young.  Her hips flared out and her breasts made her shirt
buttons strain a little at the center of her chest.

   She looked sad, but she was trying to smile.

   "Hey, smelly." she said, moving in for an awkward hug.  He hugged her
gently, but she squeezed him hard for a long minute.  "I missed you." they
said almost at the same time and then they both laughed.

   They said nothing about "unlucky".  They just stood in silence, starring
dumbly and talking guardedly about the year until their parents called them
in for dinner.

   *

   Dinner was the same as it always was.  Their mother looked a little
older in her eyes and David and Sara could both tell she was sad that soon
both of her children would be gone.

   "That was a lovely speech, don't you think David?" his father asked.

   David choked on his water and nodded.  Sara looked away, embarrassed and
David smiled as he bit into a piece of bread.

   David's father spoke up.  "David's graduation was very, Sara.  It was
very," he grasped for the word "dignified."

   "That means long and boring." David translated and all laughed.

   "Well speaking of long and boring, Mom and Dad are going to Mr.  and
Mrs. Goldman's annual eight hour barbecue tomorrow to hear bad jokes and
eat rancid potato salad." Sara said rolling her eyes.

   "That was one time!" their mother said in protest.  "And you two are
excused from coming.  We are going to play bridge and we don't want
children pestering us."

   David shook his head.  "See Sarah, I'm 22 and you are two weeks from 18
and we are still kids."

   "You'll always be kids to us." Their father said with corny pride.

   *

   In the kitchen David washed the dishes and Sara came in to help dry
them. The stood there, the awkwardness stifling.

   "So...  this is pretty...  weird, huh?" Sara said with a laugh.

   David almost dropped a glass and nodded.  "Yeah...  I guess you figured
it out huh."

   She nodded and David noticed she blushed.

   "I thought you said it was..  inappropriate.  Us talking about my
stories." Sara said shyly.

   David shrugged.  "It is.  Maybe I just felt like being inappropriate."

   Sara moved towards him and took a dish from the sink, drying it with a
towel.  David swallowed hard, the proximity to his sister making him
jittery.

   "David, Sara...  we're going up to bed.  Don't stay up too late." said
there father and then they were alone.

   Sara stood close to david, drying another plate.  "So what do we do
now?"

   David's heart was pounding.

   "I...  Mom and Dad are upstairs...  it might be better if we didn't talk
about this here." he said, shaking a little.

   She sighed.  "Fine, then I guess I will go to bed."

   David wanted to stop her, but the fear and the guilt where there again.
She turned around and went up to her room.

   *

   The next day David woke up late.  He showered and shaved and dress in a
quiet house, aware of a strange jittery nervousness inside of himself. 
After he finished breakfast he saw Sara come in the front door and walk up
the stairs.  He followed, climbing the stair after her and reaching her as
she opened the door to her room.

   "Hey."

   She turned around and smiled.  "Hey sleepyhead.  I just went to the
library, I was going to ask if you wanted to come, but you were dead to the
world."

   They walked into her room and she deposited a pile of books on her desk.

   She was wearing a dark brown button up shirt today and a dark green and
brown plaid knee length skirt.  Her hair was in a ponytail and her lipstick
was dark.  She looked mature and very beautiful.  She smiled in a sad and
melancholy way and sighed deeply.  She straightened the books and seemed to
be summoning the strength to say something.

   "You were right last year.  I was playing with something dangerous and
it could have changed everything between us.  Fantasies are fantasies and
some of them are too dangerous to play with in real life."

   He nodded, though it was dawning on him that no matter if they carried
anything out or not their relationship had changed and would probably never
be the same.

   He looked around and saw that her room had changed again.  Some of the
posters were still there, but her big old computer was gone and in its
place was her sleek laptop and her neat stack of books.

   "So you're going to school in the city, huh?" he asked, unsure of how to
reply to what she had said.  Visions of her stories swam in his head, but
he tried to force them down.

   She nodded, walking to her desk and picking up a glossy college catalog,
looking through the pages absently.

   "I'm moving into the city after the summer, too.  I got a job at a
magazine and I'm going to wait on my masters for a while." David said
looking at the books on her desk, Nabokov and Nin standing out and making
him smile.

   "I know, Mom and Dad told me after they got back from your graduation."
she put down the catalog put it down on top of her laptop.

   David looked as his sister, seeing her as a woman completely now.  What
she had said rang in his head over and over again and the more he thought
about it the more ridiculous it seemed.  She said she made a mistake he was
right to forget it, but now the sexual tension was twice as thick.  He
reached over to the top of the stack of books to a book called "Watch Your
Mouth" and she grabbed his hand.

   "Those are private books." she said with a frown.

   David look at her hand, her nails were neat and painted dark red.  He
let go of the book and very slowly placed his other hand on her wrist.  She
let go of him and he lifted up her wrist.  He gave her an amused smile and
a little laugh.  She didn't look amused at all, she looked scared and her
breath caught.

   "I promised myself I wouldn't read anymore of your stories, but I
couldn't help myself..." he trailed off thinking of what to say.  "Thn
wehen I read that one...  "in His Room" I was hitting reply before I knew
what I was doing.  I couldn't help but comment on it.  I just had to talk
to you."

   Her eyes didn't move off of his hand.

   "Funny, things can seem like such a big deal sometimes," he paused to
reach out and take her other wrist.  He held them both up, examining the
pale pink of her skin and the barely visible veins.  "then you get a little
distance and you realize that it's just life.  Worrying about changing a
relationship, worrying that things will never be the same when you know
they are already not the same.  Worry about crossing a line when in your
head you have already crossed it a hundred times, so basically you are just
denying yourself something for no reason." She was breathing heavily, he
could feel her pulse on his fingertips.  He looked at her face, her small
nose, her pouting lips that were larger and more pronounced then he
remembered.  Her eyes were blue like his.  A red blush was coloring her
cheeks and her neck.

   "You know which story I'm talking about, right?" he watched her wonder
what to do.  She was still looking at her wrists.

   He let go of one wrist and put his hand on her shoulder.  With a small
push, he turned her around and then took her wrist again and slowly brought
both of her hands behind her back.  He was behind her now and moved in so
that his mouth was just above her ear.

   "I've noticed a theme in your work, Sis." he said, trying to sound
casual.  he was trying to stay in control.  "This 'wrist grabbing' thing,
it's in every story.  You know what I mean?"

   She croaked out a whispered "Yes."

   "Now, you may not realize it, but it's a very basic dominance and
submission symbol.  It's nothing as big as ropes and leather, just a little
act of dominance." he emphasized this by pulling her arms up a little
behind her back, making her straighten her back and let out a little
whimper.

   "But I notice you always have it the same way, the guy is always holding
the girl's wrists and pressing her down on the bed.  There are a lot of
other ways to hold a girl's hands." He looked forward and saw that the she
had a full length mirror on her closet door and they were face to face with
their reflections.  Looking at her face and his he could see the
similarities in them.  They had similar noses and mouths.  Their eyes were
identical.  She was looking too, her mouth a little open and her eyes
glazed over with lust.

   "See, if I have you like this it makes you even more vulnerable.  Plus
it makes your back arch and your breasts stick out." He looked at her
reflection, how her chest was making her buttons strain and between each
button he could see the tiniest glimpse of skin and a red bra.

   "Understand?" he whispered into her ear?  She moaned a little and weakly
answered with a hissing "Yes."

   "This is feedback." he said, slipping both of her wrists into his left
hand, easily holding both of them with one hand.  "See, now your male
protagonist can have one hand free."

   He moved his other hands around her waist and pressed her against him.
He slipped his palm up her chest and unbuttoned the button that was
straining the most, the one right between her breasts.

   "Come on Sis," he breathed into her ear with playful mocking.  "This is
story feedback, haven't you been begging me for this?" he opened the next
button and the next until he could see her bra which was bright red satin
fringed with black lace.  It looked perfect against her pale skin.

   "I could have sworn you have been begging for this for a year now." he
said, cupping one breast savoring this first touch so much that his eyes
involuntarily closed and he shuddered.  She swallowed, her throat so dry
she wasn't sure if she could speak.  "I have," she said before closing her
eyes and moaning as he squeezed her soft breasts again.  "I've been begging
for it.  I've been hoping for it every night, fingering myself and wishing
it was you inside of me."

   David's face lost its cool controlled look for a second, the though
making his knees weak.  He pulled her wrists up a little twisting her arms
and trying to maintain his power.

   He unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, spreading his fingers out on her
slightly pudgy but still young and tight skinned belly.  He kissed her neck
and pressed against her soft ass.  Her ponytail brushed his face and he
smelled her shampoo and perfume.  He felt drunk and hard and amazing.

   He let her arms relax a little and felt her nipple through the satin of
her bra.  As he pulled on the hard nub, she moved her hands as much as she
could towards his cock.  Her finger caught the button of his jeans and
pulled.  David smiled and looked down, watching her captive hands struggle
to open his fly and then reach in to slip as much of her hand into his
boxers as she could.

   David let her hand slip out of his grip and bent the other one at the
elbow so that her hand came up to the center of her back, straining her
shoulder.  She winced, but finally got hold of his cock with her free hand.
He gasped as her hand squeezed it hard.

   "Fuck," she moaned.  "Oh fuck, it's really hard."

   For the first time it struck him that this might have been the first
cock she had touched.  The thought brought back a little of the guilt and a
lot of the heat.

   "Is this...  I mean have you felt one before?"

   She smiled wickedly.  "I've felt a few...  it's just" she squeezed and
stroked it "yours is a lot bigger."

   He slipped his hand down her now naked stomach and reached the buttons
on the side of her skirt.  Three large buttons on the side of her waist and
then the skirt fell into a pool at her feet.  Her panties were "boy cut"
and they matched her bra, red satin with lots of black lace around the legs
and waist.

   She squeezed him tightly as his hand slipped between the smoothness of
her skin and the smoothness of the satin and then across soft light hair
and down to moist heat.

   "I told myself not to read your stories, but all I could imagine was
that little note you put on that one story about how you fantasized about
that scene and touched yourself.  All I could see after that was you
writhing around in your bed and all I wanted was to be the one making you
writhe."

   She squirmed under his touch as he let his middle finger slip up and
down the closed lips of her sex.  She breathed harder and he watched her in
the mirror as he fingered her slowly.

   He let go of her wrist finally and slipped his other hand from her
panties.  She pouted, but before she could protest he grabbed her arms,
pulling her hand from his cock and marched her over to the bed, pushing her
down so that she was lying on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge
at her knees.  Then he reached down and hooked his fingers on the sides of
her panties and pulled them off, smiling at the little surprised sound she
let out as she raised her ass up to let him.  She looked at him as he stood
in front of her and she squeezed her breasts together, then she pulled the
cups of her bra down so that her breasts were pushed up high and stuck out
of her bra.

   "Every word put down I put down, I wrote because I wanted you to read
them." she said spreading her legs and looking him in the eye.  "That story
especially..." she moved her hand down her chest and belly until her
fingers were in the fine dark brown hairs of her sex.  "And every time I
fingered myself at the computer, typing a story out with one hand and
thinking about you..." she spread the lips of her sex, showing him vivid
pink wetness.  "I would make myself wait until the character came to let
myself come..." and she slipped her middle finger into her sex, her head
lolling back.

   David kneeled down in front of the bed as he watched her finger slip in
and out and kissed up the inside of her leg.

   "Once upon a time there was a girl named Sofie and her she was a very
good girl except for one thing..." he kissed each inch of her leg smelling
her sex which was light but intoxicating.  "you see, she was infatuated
with her own brother..."

   "Mmm...  more than infatuated..." she moaned as his lips go closer to
her fingers.

   He looked up at her, as she moaned and spread the lips of her sex out,
her dark red nails contrasting with the pink of her sex.  She rubbed her
fingertip on her clit.

   "She never told anyone her secret and everyone thought she was so nice
and proper...  and she was except for when she was with her brother.  When
ever he came into her room at night she became a..." he continued his
little narration slowly like a bedtime story.

   She finished the sentence between little gasps.  "When he came into her
room she became a total slut who would finger herself in front of him and
beg him to fuck her..."

   He took her wrists and pulled her hands away from her sex.  He held her
hands away as he ran his tongue around her open lips and circled her clit.
She moaned loudly and her toes curled.

   "Nooo...  I want to come the first time with your cock inside me." she
said pulling his head by his hair away from her.

   He stood up and she sat up in a flash and her hands were on his pants,
pulling them down to his knees and taking his boxers with them.  She took
his cock, very hard and very red from being in his pants all this time. 
She held it in one hand and smiled as she examined it, pulling it this way
and that looking at it closely.

   "Don't pull so hard, Sar." he said with a wince and a smile and she
reached into his pants and pulled out his balls as well.  "I'm sorry big
brother," she said with a little girl voice, "I'll kiss it better..." and
then she licked the head of his cock gently.  She traced around the head
and then licked down the length of it, then she kissed each.

   "I've never done this before, so tell me if it isn't right..." she said
and then David's mind went blank as she slipped the head of his tongue into
her hot mouth and sucked hard on him.

   "That's...  right." he said, between gasps.

   She didn't take much of him in, but she sucked what she could hard. 
When she finally stopped David's face was bright red and his eyes looked
wild.  Sara laid back on the bed, rubbing herself and getting ready for
him.

   "I'm on the pill, I have been for-" but David cut her off.  "Take off
you bra and your socks and shoes.  I want you totally naked.  Now." he said
in a husky voice as he pulled off his shoes and then his pants.  The tone
of his voice made her weak.  It made her willing to do anything he said
when he said it like that.  She reached back and unhooked her bra and then
took what remaining clothes she had off.

   He knelt on the bed and looked at his sister.  Her face and chest
blushing red, her breasts large and soft and topped with thick puffy
nipples.  She spread her legs and her face grew worried realizing that this
was it, this was the final step.

   She smiled up at him as he knelt on the bed between her legs and there
was happiness and love in her eyes.  David looked back and smiled.

   "Tell me you love me, David." she said and held her hands up, wrists
out.

   "You know I love you, Sara." he said, taking each hand and kissing each
wrist before tightening his grip on her wrists and pushing them down into
the bed and then grinding his hips against her until his cock found her and
slipped in.

   He pushed in hard and her legs opened wide and she cried out loud.  He
pushed in and out slowly, each thrust all the way to the hilt.  He was like
an old steam train starting up with slow but unrelenting motions that very
slowly got faster.

   She tried to hold it in, but she was already coming.  She let it out
like a long sob.  He slowed a little as her body relaxed, but after a
minute she got her strength back and she arched her back and licked her
lips and said "Fuck me." while she looked into his eyes.

   And he did.  Starting up again he started the cycle again, slow and deep
then faster and faster.  Their bodies were getting wet with perspiration
and he felt with every quickening thrust his orgasm building and building.

   She kissed his neck and whispered to him over again, "Fuck me, come in
me, please," she begged and whimpered as he moved faster and faster.  She
came hard again and the look in her eyes and her loud moans brought him
over the edge and then he was coming, over and over again into her.

   *

   They held each other tightly on her smell bed, their legs entwined and
their arms around each other and his lips on her forehead.  It was finally
done, the act that they had both been obsessed with for so long and now
there was silence and peace.  The guilt was gone and they knew that no
matter what happened in life they had each other.  They were brother and
sister forever and now lovers.  They sighed together.

   "Mom and Dad will be home in a few hours." Sara said, lazily playing
with his fingers.

   "Yeah...  I guess we should take a shower or something." David said
regretfully.

   Sara frowned.

   "How will this work, David?  I mean..." she searched for a way to
explain.

   "Well, do you love me?" he asked with a smile.  She pushed his shoulder
and smiled "Of course I love you, stupid.  I mean what do we do now?"

   He thought about this, "Well...  I guess we will both move to the city
and we will live our lives."

   She frowned again.  "I mean...  what will happen with us?"

   He smiled.  "You're my sister and I love you and we will hang out more
because we will both be in the city...  and..." he circled her nipple
softly, "we will help each other with our writing when ever we want to..."

   She sighed happily.  "And that's it?  We will just love each other and
occasionally...  fuck...  and I'll get a boyfriend and you'll get a
girlfriend and then what do we do?"

   He shrugged.  "I guess we will figure it out then.  What ever we do, we
will be happy.  I mean, would you care if I had a girlfriend?"

   She sat up a little.  "No!  You need a girlfriend as a matter of fact.
When we're in the city I am going to find you the perfect girl.  I mean...
I don't want to marry you...  you're my brother!  I just want to... 
occasionally fuck you and have you write me dirty stories."

   "I couldn't have said it any better myself." he said, moving in and
kissing her on the lips.

   *

   Three months later David sat at his new desk in his new apartment.  Sara
came up behind him and looked over his shoulder as he typed.

   "Something new?" she said kissing his neck.

   He smiled and typed away.  "You could say that..."

   "A Discussion of Form and Style..." she read, "sounds interesting."

   "I think you'll like it."

   END

   Note: Thanks to Zen Master for the tough but fair editing.  I needed to
get this story out quickly because it has been sitting in my brain and
taunting me for the last week.  This was my first big story, so feedback
would be really appreciated.

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