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A Discussion of Form and Style, by Unlucky (Part 4)

NOTE: I posted these about a year ago. It was the piece that got the 
most feedback by far. I'm looking to start writing dirty stories again 
and I need push in the right direction. Any ideas? Any writing exercises 
or challenges? dr.unlucky@gmail.com or take it to ASSD.

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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