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Betsy's Best Intentions
by rache

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.rache696@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
Story Codes: m/f, teen, first, [b/s] incest, romance, consensual,
petting, impregnation, Blake, Cookies, Best Intentions
Synopsis: Fifteen year old Betsy needs her older brother's help with a
homework assignment and Troy reluctantly agrees to assist his little
sister, only to discover that the bonds of blood are no match for the
passion their hearts alone can share. NOTE: This is *not* a
continuation of "Betsy's Bad Intentions" read the codes!!!

Betsy's Best Intentions
by rache

A truth that's told with bad intent,
Beats all the lies you can invent ~ William Blake

Once upon a time in a land far, far away from where you are probably,
when I was really bored and in sort of a good mood, I decided to write
down the following account of a girl I once knew, and how she and her
brother fell hopelessly in love...

~Chapter Only~


"Do you have homework?" mom asked us, just like she had a hundred
million times before.

"Hi mom!" I smiled, ignoring her question cause I had different
priorities. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and peeked over her
shoulder too. "Mmmm...Cookies!"

"Hey mom," Troy said and he was right behind me, like always. "What's
that smell?"

"Guess," mom said and she was a good mom. She liked to bake and I
guess that sorta made up for her homework fetish.

"Cookies!" Troy grinned and he saw me stealing one, sort of juggling
it with my fingertips cause it was hot!

"Bets, how many times have I told you to wash your hands first?" mom
sighed, but it was too late.

"Too late!" I said, taking a small bite and chewing with my mouth wide
open cause that cookie was really hot!

"Now you got germs, Betsy!" Troy laughed and he was stealing a cookie
too.

"Alright fine, sit down at the table like normal people," mom said and
she was already going for the refrigerator. Milk and cookies was a
pretty good idea though and I wondered who'd thought of it.

Troy and I were both in high school, but we were never really serious
about anything and around our parents we still acted like little kids
sometimes, but I suppose everyone does that. I did it more than Troy,
since he was just about seventeen and kind of on the 'I'm growing into
a man' trip. He was gonna be a good looking man too, like our dad was,
all kinds of tall and dark and handsome. I loved my brother, in a
healthy, sisterly sort of way.

I was fifteen and looking forward to being pretty like my mom was. She
was old already, like almost thirty-five, which seemed pretty ancient,
but she didn't have any wrinkles or anything. No grey hairs. She was
tall and busty and curvy, and all kinds of blonde and blue. You know.
A lot of my brother's friends talked about how they wanted to have sex
with her and that was so disgusting. I hated my brother's friends when
they came over. All they did was stare at me and my mom, I swear. I
put on extra clothes when they were around, just cause they made me
feel naked.

"That's just the way boys are," mom shrugged when I asked her about
it. "Especially boys that age."

"When are they gonna grow out of it?" I wondered, cause some of those
guys had been staring at me for years.

"When?" mom giggled and she sounded twenty years younger. Everybody
loved my mom's giggle. "Never. So you're just going to have to get
used to it, Bets."

Everybody called me Bets, cause that's a way better name than Betsy.
My brother was the only one who didn't and that was just because he
was my brother and determined to be different, so I didn't mind. I
think a girl's brother should be different from everyone else and so I
sorta liked it, except I mostly pretended I didn't.

The boys had a good reason to stare at me though, now that I'm
thinking about it. While my mom was really round and curvy without
being fat or anything, I was mostly tall, thin, and kind of angular.
That's my word for it, nobody ever called me angular, but you know
what I mean. I was waiting to fill out a little more, put it that way.
My hips were narrow and my boobs were shaped like rockets, I swear. I
kept waiting for them to get like big and round, but they just pointed
out with sharp pink nipples that were like an inch long. I had the
longest nipples in school, I bet, and I was mostly pretty self-
conscious about it.

Being fifteen sucks. I mean, I grew up, but now out, see? My legs were
too long for my body. My butt was round, but not very big at all. I
bought these jeans, a pair I wasn't supposed to get cause first of all
they were like sixty dollars, but also because they're not real denim,
but like this stretchy stuff that sorta looks like denim, and they're
totally supposed to fit my legs and hips and especially my butt, all
skin tight and stuff. Have you seen those? But on me they were baggy
in the back. My legs looked great, but my ass? God! I just wanted a
real butt and some real tits too. That was gonna be so cool, if it
ever happened.

"I look like a tomboy," I frowned one day, but my dad just rolled his
hazel eyes.

"You look great, Bets," he said. "Don't worry, you're growing up too
fast as it is."

"I wish," I pouted and I had a good face for that.

A pretty face, that's what I had, much like my mom's. Big blue eyes
and a lot of blonde hair. Mom liked to keep hers kind of short, in a
neat French curl down to her shoulders. I was going for sort of an alt-
post-goth-punkodrama look, cause it was way cool. So my hair was long
and shaggy and I liked to put like ten ponytails in it, pointing every
which way, and then my best friend Shannon's sister would dye the tips
blue and red and pink, cause she was going to beautician school and
liked to practice, and...You get the idea.

Tie dyed hair, that's what my daddy called it and he was pretty okay
with it. Mom wasn't, but once it was dyed, you know, it sorta stayed
that way for awhile. After the third time though, mom had told me she
was going to shave my head the next time I did it and that sounded
seriously cool! I couldn't wait...But she changed her mind at the last
minute when she figured out I'd kinda like having a cue cut for
awhile. I wanted to get one of those cosmetic tattoos on my skull. Not
a real one, but one of the temporary kind that only last like a few
weeks. I was gonna get a whole bunch of flowers, like a garden growing
on my scalp, and right in the middle and in between and curling
around, I wanted a serpent, like a snake, you know? So it was like the
Garden of Eden and temptation and all that stuff right there on my
noggin.

Maybe it was a good thing I didn't get to shave my head, since I go to
a catholic school and all.

"Now," mom said on the day in question. "Do you guys have any
homework?"

"I got some math to do," Troy admitted.

"I sorta have some," I shrugged around a cookie.

"What does sorta mean?" mom asked.

"We had this rape prevention thing at school today," I said, "and, oh!
Look, I got a rape whistle and..." I was reaching for my purse but mom
stopped me.

"I believe you, Bets," she said. "What's your homework?"

"Rape prevention," Troy smirked, but I don't know why.

"What?" I looked at him. "Anyway, yeah, um, I'm supposed to practice
the rape prevention stuff. Like if a guy grabs me and he wants to, you
know, rape me or whatever? I'm supposed to like stomp on his foot and,
uh, what else? Oh, sorta jab my elbow in his ribs and scratch his eyes
out and all that. I'm supposed to blow my whistle too, except I can't
remember if I'm supposed to blow it before I beat him up or
afterwards, and..."

"Okay, okay," mom said. "So what's your homework?"

"She's gotta get raped," Troy grinned at me.

"Shut-up! God! You're so ugly!" I rolled my eyes.

"Bets?" Mom was waiting.

"I'm not ugly," Troy frowned. "Who'd want to rape you anyway? Have you
seen your hair?"

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked him. "It's cool!"

"Bets?" Mom was still there.

"It looks like you went through a car wash," Troy said.

"That's the style!" I said and stuck my tongue out at him cause I knew
my hair was cool. Shannon's sister said so.

"Betsy! What is your homework?" mom finally demanded and that was
pretty much what I was waiting for.

"Oh, um, I just gotta like practice fighting off a rapist," I
shrugged.

"Practice fighting off a rapist?" mom blinked at me.

"A girl like you shouldn't fight him off," Troy said. "You should send
him a thank you note afterwards."

"Shut-up!" I stared at my brother and he just smirked some more.

"What? I just don't wanna see you die a virgin, that's all," Troy said
and my mom gave him a real dirty look.

"Maybe you should help your sister with her homework," mom told him
and Troy looked at my mom like she was crazy.

"Him?" I giggled. "I think rapists are supposed to be like sorta
tough, mom."

"What's that mean?" Troy asked, feeling his manhood threatened, I was
sure. He was so predictable.

"I mean you couldn't rape your way out of a paper bag," I said, still
laughing at him and then I let my eyes go obviously down to his lap.
"Besides, it's not like you got anything down there that a girl would
be afraid of."

"Bets," mom warned me. "Be nice."

"Oh yeah?" Troy was turning a little red, but we teased each other all
the time anyway. "How would you know? You been sneaking peeks at me in
the shower?"

"Get real!" I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Janey told me all about
your little thingy."

"She did?" That made Troy sit back.

"Of course!" I nodded. "She told everybody about it."

"She told everybody what?" mom asked suspiciously and she didn't know
about Troy and Janey.

"Just that when they were doing it she couldn't hardly feel a thing,"
I said lightly, as if it was the most casual sort of news in the
world.

"She felt it!" Troy protested. "She told me she loved it!"

"What?" mom stared at the boy like he was from Mars. "You've been
having...Sex?"

"She told you she came too, didn't she?" I smirked cause it was my
turn. "She just didn't want to hurt your feelings cause you got such a
little dick."

"Betsy!" mom stared at me.

"Like adding insult to injury," I shrugged.

"You're such a liar!" Troy said and then his face broke into a huge
grin. "Oh! You almost had me!"

"Heh!" I laughed cause I couldn't help it. "You believed me too! Admit
it!"

"Almost," Troy shrugged. "You always smirk when you lie though."

"I do?" I frowned at that.

"Yep," Troy said apologetically. "You gotta work on that, sis."

"What are you two talking about?" mom was kind of like in shock or
something.

"Don't worry, mom," I said, pushing my chair back and my brother was
getting up too. "Troy's got a really big dick."

"Yeah," Troy said. "Betsy was just teasing me."

"What?" mom asked, but we were already halfway out of the kitchen.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hurry up!" I said, laying on Troy's bed and playing with my Ken and
Barbie dolls.

I had like a hundred of them, but Prince Ken and Wedding Barbie were
my favorites. Of course they hadn't always been Prince Ken and Wedding
Barbie, but for my ninth grade home economics class I'd made them some
new clothes. Now Ken was charming in his royal blue waistcoat and
ruffled poet's shirt, it had been sorta hard to do the ruffles, but
they looked pretty awesome. The shirt was tucked into his golden
breeches and those were tucked into his leather boots. He even had a
little sword, a saber in a scabbard at his side. He was sort of a
swashbuckling hero in my dreams.

Wedding Barbie still looked like Barbie, except she wore white fishnet
stockings and her satin wedding gown had been turned into a satin
wedding mini-skirt. It was kinda punky, so I liked it and when I got
married I wanted a wedding mini-skirt just like it, with a long, long
train like ten feet behind me. Wedding Barbie's train only just barely
reached her heels and I'd been sorta disappointed with that. I'd
shaved half her head and bleached the other half platinum blonde with
peroxide and streaked it with pink before throwing a bunch of glitter
in it. She looked sorta like Rave Barbie Getting' Hitched, you know?
And Ken was kissing her hand.

Ken loved that romantic stuff and I wished I had a little velvet box,
you know, like a ring comes in. Or a red velvet pillow would be
awesome! I could grab another doll, cause I got a lot of them, and
have a ring bearer.

"Oh no, Ken! It's my wedding day!" I said in a high falsetto voice,
although my own voice is pretty high anyway. "I couldn't possibly run
away with you!"

"But Barbie! You're the only hot rave chick I've ever been smitten
with!" I said in my deep voice. "If I can't have you...At least have my
baby!"

"What?" Troy laughed and shook his head. "You're so sick, Betsy."

"What?" I asked, sorta wrapping Barbie's legs around Ken's waist and
looking around for a rubber band or something so I could keep them
that way.

"You're gonna help me with my homework right?" I looked at Troy a
couple minutes later when he didn't answer me and I'd ended up taking
a rubber band out of my hair and then I decided to take all of them
out and just shag it.

"Rape prevention?" Troy snickered and I hated that sound.

"Yeah, I'm serious," I told him. "I really gotta practice it. We gotta
like fight off some guy in a rubber suit tomorrow. I don't wanna look
like an idiot!"

"You don't?" Troy turned to look at me, making a point of looking at
my hair and I frowned at him.

"Okay! I get it! You don't like my hair! Sorry!" I huffed and puffed a
little.

"Nah, it's okay," Troy laughed. "I just like teasing you."

"I know!" I pouted. "You're so mean to me all the time. I swear! I
wish I had a pony instead of you!"

"You wanna ride me?" Troy laughed and he was closing his math book
finally.

"Yeah," I giggled. "Put a saddle on your back and ride you to the
circus!"

"I hate the circus," Troy made a face.

"I like the cotton candy," I said.

"Yeah, I'll help you," Troy agreed and I knew he would. He had this
big brother thing going and he always had. I was pretty lucky that
way. Troy always looked out for me.

"Cool!" I threw Ken and Barbie to aside and bounced my butt off the
bed. "You're really gonna try and rape me, right?"

"You want me to?" Troy asked and he was sorta looking me up and down
like a brother shouldn't.

"Well, yeah!" I giggled. "Of course I do! It won't work if you're not
trying."

"Okay, that's cool," Troy agreed and I could see the wheels turning in
his sixteen year old boy brain.

"But I gotta really try and fight you too," I said. "Don't forget
about that part of it."

"You can try," Troy said. "But I'm not gonna stop just because you say
no or whatever."

"Duh!" I rolled my eyes. "No doesn't mean no when I'm getting raped,
silly! Otherwise, why would they give me a whistle?"

"I guess so," Troy said. "Soooo...You wanna do it now? Here?"

"No way," I shook my head. "It won't work if I know it's coming."

"What do you want to do then?" Troy wondered and sometimes I thought
he was sorta like brain damaged.

"You just gotta surprise me," I said. "Like when I'm not expecting it,
you know?"

"Oh," Troy nodded. "You want it to be like a real rape thing, huh?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "What do you think we're talking about?"

"Nah, I get it," Troy said. "No cheating though, right? Don't go
putting on like six pairs of panties and two pairs of pants and..."

"God!" I stared at him like he was crazy. "I wouldn't do that! I won't
change clothes all night, okay?"

"Really?" Troy liked my little catholic school girl uniform, I knew
that.

"I swear," I crossed my heart and kissed my fingers.

"Cool," Troy said, sorta moving behind me and I turned my head slowly.
"So I'm gonna rape you when you're least expecting it, huh?"

"Yep," I said. "That's what I need."

"Okay," Troy shrugged and he nodded, putting his hands on my
shoulders.

"What are you doing?" I made a little face as he squeezed my thin
shoulders gently.

"What?" he smiled. "You look tense, that's all. I'm not gonna do
anything, relax."

"You better not," I told him. "I'm ready for it, if you do."

"Well, I'm not," he rolled his eyes. "You just look like you need to
relax a little."

"Heh," I stuck my tongue out at him, trying to ignore how good his
hands actually felt. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Troy asked.

"Massage me like that," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Stop it."

"Why?" he narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with this?"

"Troy!" I giggled and he had such big hands, strong and gentle and he
was rubbing the heel of his palms right against my shoulder blades,
you know? It felt really good.

"Betsy!" he laughed softly. "Come on, I give Janey massages all the
time. She likes it."

"I know," I smiled and somehow I found myself bending my knees. "She
tells everyone at school."

"She does?" Troy was pushing me down, slowly and gently, but
definitely down so I was sitting on his bed, sorta half turned so he
was still behind me.

"Well, duh!" I stretched my neck a little and looked down. "Ummm,
that's nice."

"See?" Troy said and he was rubbing my neck. "I told you that you'd
like it."

"Yeah, but if you think you're gonna like surprise me and jump me or
something..." I glanced over my shoulder and Troy put an innocent look
on his handsome face.

"Me?" he sounded shocked. "I just like giving pretty girls massages."

"Oh, I'm pretty now?" I giggled and looked back down, sorta hunched
over and we were moving again.

"Well, yeah," Troy said. "You'd be hot if it wasn't for your hair."

"Heh!" I scooted over so I was sitting completely on my brother's bed,
facing his headboard. "Lots of people like my hair, just for your
information."

"Shannon and her sister don't count," Troy teased me, sliding his
hands up and down my back now, stroking my body through the thin
cotton of my white blouse.

"Other people like it," I said. "Some boys like it, I know that."

"Boys?" Troy sighed. "What like seventh graders? Come on, Betsy, you
could do so much better than those guys."

"They're ninth graders, just like me," I said.

"Yeah, but still," my brother's fingers were catching on my bra strap
and it was mildly annoying for both of us. "Can you like, take that
off?"

"My bra?" I turned my head and Troy shrugged. "I'm not gonna get
naked."

"I didn't say get naked," Troy protested lightly. "Did I say that?
Leave your blouse on, just...Lose the bra."

"You're gonna be nice?" I asked, feeling some little goosebumps
growing on my arms.

"Yeah, Betsy," he said with enough sarcasm so I believed him. "I'm
gonna be extra nice, okay?"

"Well..." I took a deep breath. "Look over there for a minute."

"What?" Troy gave me a look. "You're getting a free massage here and
all you do is complain!"

"It ain't free if I gotta show you my boobs, is it?" I asked him and
Troy reluctantly turned his face away.

It wasn't real hard getting my bra off anyway, even leaving my blouse
on. All I had to do was sorta pull my left arm in and get the bra off
it, push the arm back out and then pull my bra out my right sleeve.
Presto! Like magic and Troy wasn't gonna see a thing, but it was
pretty fun teasing him that way.

"Okay, you can look again," I told my brother and I held my little
training bra up for him to see.

"Cool," he smiled and I probably blushed a little, but not too much. I
hated my smallish tits, and I was pretty self-conscious about my big
long nipples, but I had to admit it was fun playing with my brother
and we did it a lot, actually.

But this was my first massage.

"Okay, see? That's better, right?" Troy asked as his hands went to my
back once more.

"Hmmm..." I giggled and nodded as his hands went up and down, sorta
moving my blouse along with him, but not too much. It was definitely
better without the speed bump of my bra strap in the way.

We didn't say anything for a few minutes, just soft little sighs and
maybe an occasional grunt or groan on my part as Troy worked my back
with his fingers. I'd heard from Janey that my brother knew how to
give a massage, but I had no idea he was so good at it. I was
relaxing, like my muscles just wanted to sleep or something. It was
getting hard to stay sitting up like I was and I found myself sorta
leaning back against him more and more.

"Do you want to lie down?" his soft voice surprised me because it was
right in my ear. I could feel his breath, hot and humid and it made me
shiver.

"Um, kinda," I said slowly. "Where did you learn how to do this?"

"On the internet," Troy chuckled and I giggled and gave him a
disbelieving look. "Lie down, on your stomach, it'll be good."

"God!" I laughed, hesitating without knowing why, except he was my
brother, and this was his bed, and...

"What?" Troy asked, not pushing me, not forcing me at all, but just
touching me lightly with his fingertips. Up and down my spine, so
sweet, so soft.

"I can't believe you're giving me a massage," I said. "It's kinda
weird."

"Why?" Troy wondered. "You're my sister. I love you, it's just a
massage."

"You love me?" I had my head turned so I could see his face and I bit
my lip when he nodded.

"Course I do," he said. "Lie down and I'll tell you a secret."

"A secret?" I stuck out my tongue. "What makes you think I'd want to
know your secrets?"

"I only got one," Troy said. "It's about you."

"Me?" I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"I won't tell you until you lie down," Troy said.

"I don't know," I giggled nervously, feeling my heart beating a little
quicker. We fooled around a lot, but this was different. It felt
different, like there was static electricity in the air, you know?

"Hey, if I'm going to trust you," Troy said, lifting his hands from my
shoulders, "then you have to trust me, right?"

"Can I?" I whispered and then I cleared my throat, hoping he didn't
hear me as my face warmed noticeably. "Okay, um, yeah."

I moved slowly, lying down on my brother's bed, on my tummy like he'd
told me too. I tugged my plaid skirt down my thighs and laughed,
feeling kind of vulnerable, wondering what was going on and why my
nipples were all of a sudden so hard and itching. My tummy too, felt
tight and knotted up and I took a deep breath while I waited.

"You should take off your blouse," Troy said and I laughed out loud.

"No way!" I turned my head and stared at him. "I told you, I'm not
gonna get naked!"

"Betsy, that's not naked!" Troy said. "I won't see anything but your
back. Look, just unbutton it, I'll take it off and you can lie there.
I can't see anything, right?"

"That's not the point," I said.

"Then what's the point?" he frowned. "Do you want a real massage or
not? I could just call Janey and..."

"Alright!" I said and I blinked because I hadn't meant to say that,
but somehow the idea of Janey getting my massage made me feel...Jealous?

"Really?" Troy grinned and he looked surprised that I'd given in so
easily.

I almost changed my mind, but it was too late for that, and besides,
it would feel pretty much better if Troy was rubbing my bare back,
wouldn't it? That really sounded good and my tummy was doing
cartwheels, which maybe wasn't so good. I felt a bit confused
actually, wondering how this had even started.

"Yeah, just..." I didn't finish my thought as I reached underneath me,
being careful to keep my body close to the mattress, and unbuttoned my
blouse.

"There we go," Troy said. "I didn't see anything at all."

He pulled my blouse off my body and now all I was wearing was my plaid
skirt and little pink panties underneath it. I didn't even have socks
on! I hated socks and they came off two seconds after my shoes did. My
bare back was right there for Troy, my bare shoulders and my narrow
waist, my kinda boyish hips too. I really wished I'd fill out, even
babyfat would be better than being skinny like I was, but Troy didn't
say anything at least.

"What are you doing?" I asked without looking, cause I figured he'd
start massaging me right away.

"Don't look!" Troy chuckled.

"What?" Of course I looked when he said that and I saw he was taking
off his corduroy pants, which was what he wore to school since he
couldn't wear jeans.

"Hey!" I almost sat up, but then I remembered I was naked, at least
above the waist. "What are you doing?"

"Those pants are seriously uncomfortable," Troy shrugged. "It's okay,
I'm just taking them off."

"But..." I blinked at him as he was now standing there in his Yoda Joe
Boxers and a plain white t-shirt.

"You've seen me like this a bazillion times, Betsy," my brother said,
and he was right. He was always walking around in his boxers and it
wasn't a big deal, except now it was his underwear and I was on his
bed topless!

"No, you gotta put something on!" I told him. "What if mom comes up
here and..."

"No problem," Troy grinned at me and I think my mouth would hit the
floor if the bed hadn't been in the way. *click* He locked his bedroom
door. "See? All fixed."

"Troy!" I did it up a little too high and I crossed my arms over my
long hard pink nipples.

"Shhh...!" he put his finger to his lips. "You're gonna get us caught,
now lie back down. I'll give you a special massage."

"A special massage?" I blinked at him and my whole body was hot. I was
thinking I should run away or something, grab my clothes and get out
of there. Teasing each other like we did was one thing, getting a
massage with all our clothes on was another, but this...I didn't know
what this was!

"Yeah, you'll see," Troy was getting on the bed and his hands found my
back, pushing me back down onto my tummy and chest. "Relax now, just
take slooooow breaths, okay? In and out, Betsy...In and out..."

"Oh God," I laughed weakly, crossing my arms under my chin and I felt
my brother straddling my thighs. His hairy legs rubbed my smooth skin
and it made me tingle all over for some reason.

"There we go," Troy sighed and his hands were sliding up my back,
starting down by the waistband of my skirt with his thumbs meeting
along my spine. Oh! That felt so good, you have no idea.

"Ummm..." I sighed too and even my brother's weight on my legs was
comfortable. He was sitting on me, like right at the mid-point of my
thighs where the hem of my skirt was. I liked his weight, it was
comforting somehow and that just made me more confused because I was
still frightened by the newness of the situation.

"You're skin is so soft, Betsy," Troy told me. "God, it's like silk or
something."

"It is?" I smiled and sucked my lips "Is it better than Janey's?"

"Janey's?" Troy snorted. "Way better than hers. She's got little moles
and stuff, they don't look bad or anything, but you're skin is
perfect."

"It's perfect?" I giggled and my heart did a little flip-flop. "You're
teasing me."

"No I'm not," he promised. "I could touch you all day and never get
tired of it."

"Heh," I took a deep breath. "That wasn't the secret, was it?"

"The secret?" Troy laughed. "What? That you have perfect skin? No."

"Then what is it?" I asked kind of breathlessly as Troy pushed down on
my back a little hard, massaging the air right out of me.

"It's not much of a secret," Troy apologized. "I shouldn't have said
anything."

"What?" I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. "Don't start
that stuff, you promised."

"I know," he said, and his hands were on my sides, his fingertips
finding the sides of my breasts and I was trying to decide if I liked
that or not.

"Then tell me," I said, deciding it was okay. It felt sorta good and
my nipples, they just wouldn't stop itching and I was moving my body a
little just to rub them against the sheets.

"Well, it's just that everytime I see a girl," my brother said,
leaning over me and speaking softly.

"What?" I asked him, smiling as I felt more of his weight on me.
"Everytime you see a girl...What?"

He was almost lying on top of me actually, and I felt him against my
butt and then his stomach against my back. His chest too and he was
propped up on his elbows, his face next to mine, his lips at my ear.
He was covering me then and I hadn't said a word about it. I hadn't
asked him what he was doing or why. It felt good and I liked it and he
was like a warm blanket on top of me and I was already so hot, but he
was making it better.

"When I see a girl I might like, you know," Troy whispered and his
nose was in my shaggy blonde hair. "I always compare her to you,
Betsy."

"You do?" I swallowed hard and I didn't understand him at first.

"How she looks," Troy breathed into my ear. "How she smiles and
laughs," Troy took a deep breath, like he was smelling my hair,
drinking in my scent as I lay beneath him. "How she moves, everything,
Betsy. I wonder if she does it the way you do."

"What girl?" I swallowed hard.

"All of them," my brother said and his hands found my arms and he
stroked my pimply flesh as little chills went through me.

"Do they?" I asked and I was looking at my brother from the corner of
my eye as he looked me.

"No," he said softly. "None of them are like you."

"What are we doing?" I asked carefully, swallowing hard and wondering
if I was gonna cry cause I could feel something behind my eyes.

"I love you, Betsy," Troy said. "I've loved you since forever."

"Troy..." I blinked as my eyes were suddenly wet.

"I'll love you the rest of my life," he told me. "If..."

"If what?" I licked my lips and his hands were closed around my
wrists, both of us on our elbows. He was giving me just enough weight
to feel him against me, protecting me. Loving me.

"If you'll let me, Betsy," my brother said and there was something in
his eyes too, not tears.

It was hope clouded with fear and I realized he was frightened of me,
of what I might say and do. He was confessing everything and I had my
brother's heart in my hands.

"What if," I swallowed hard and I was shaking then, terrified by what
we were doing. "What if I tell you that I...I love you too?"

"Do you?" my brother asked and he turned his head slightly, wanting to
look away but he couldn't. His eyes stayed on mine. He was being
strong and brave, willing to risk everything for the truth.

"Yeah," I whispered and two big tears spilled down my flushed cheeks,
rolling so slowly I could feel them.

"Can I kiss you?" Troy asked me and I nodded slowly, too frightened to
speak.

He kissed my cheek first and I turned my face even more for it. He
tasted my tears and then my lips and it was my first kiss. No boy had
ever kissed me before and I realized it wasn't fear that held my
voice, it was happiness. It was an intense joy that defined the word
for the first time in my life.

My brother's lips were soft and dry and the electricity in the air was
between us. I could feel it and I moaned beneath Troy's body as he
moved, shifting so that I was suddenly aware of his erection. It was
unmistakable and he thrust it gently against my butt, his pelvis
grinding against me as I lay there.

The tip of his tongue surprised me, touching my lips and slipping
between them. I didn't know exactly what I was doing. Heh! I didn't
have a clue what I was doing, but I wanted his kiss. I wanted his
tongue in my mouth and I opened for him. I let him penetrate my wet
mouth with his tongue and the sensation was like nothing I could have
imagined. That supple muscle exploring me for the first time. It was
moist and soft and firm and I touched it with my own, testing myself
and finding only pleasure.

We kissed for a long while, slowly at first, with Troy's tongue in my
mouth and finally with mine in his. I licked across his teeth and
scraped the soft hollows of his cheeks. I tickled the roof of his
mouth and wrestled playfully with his tongue. It was necessary to me.
I couldn't have lived without that experience. I was completed with my
brother's kiss and we became more urgent, more desperate as we gained
confidence.

He was grinding himself against me all the while and I was soon moving
against my brother as well. I was lifting my hips off his bed,
thrusting my butt upward to meet his trapped manhood, feeling him as
an indistinct bulge, a hardness that occasionally found something hot
and moist between my thighs. I spread for him, so much as I could,
feeling my sex hungry for his touch. I needed to feel something down
there. Some pressure to relieve the empty ache that was growing inside
me.

We spoke through none of this. We didn't have to. We kissed and
breathed with our lips touching, our tongues playing in the humid air
between us. Troy let my arms go and he had his hands beneath me
finally, as much at my silent urging as his own fervent desires. His
hands were beneath my breasts, cupping my smallish mounds and my
burning nipples against his palms. It was awkward perhaps, and that
was all he could do, holding me that way, but it was enough and I
loved him for it.

He was moving his hips as well, working to lift my skirt with his
body. He'd slide his heavy bulge upward to drag my school uniform with
him and then lift himself, going back down to do it again. It was a
slow, delicious process and we were in no hurry. That was the amazing
thing. Every part of me, my heart, my skin, my burning nipples and
throbbing pussy, all of those things and more were telling me to do
everything all at once. To hurry and find the satisfaction I needed,
the relief from this unexpected desire that was consuming me from the
inside out.

But my mind, that sublime center of all my dreams, was telling me it
was okay. It was perfect. We could take our time and enjoy this
moment, live in it for the rest of our lives if we could. It would be
over so fast, a voice whispered, in the blink of an eye and I'd have
it only in memory soon enough. Enjoy it. Bask in the discovery, my
conscience said, for I could feel no guilt. No trepidation but that
any young woman feels with her first love. The unknown was here and
now and I was embracing it with every ounce of my being.

"Troy? Bets? What's going on in there?" mom was knocking at the door
and we both froze, not even breathing as our eyes grew large.

"Ohhh," my brother breathed and turned his head towards the locked
door. "I'm just helping Betsy with her homework, mom."

"Her homework?" mom's muffled voice seemed to fill the room. "Well,
good! I'm glad you two are getting along for a change."

"Yeah, we're, uh, getting along great, mom!" Troy answered with his
tongue sticking out of his grin.

"Heh!" I was so scared that I found that ridiculously funny and my
brother clamped his hand over my mouth to stifle my giggles. I get
them bad when I'm nervous and everyone knows it. Mom would have gotten
instantly suspicious, believe me!

"Shhh..." he shushed me softly and we were both wondering if mom was
gonna try the doorknob or not, that would be seriously bad.

"I'm going to run over to your Aunt Sandy's for a bit," mom said. "She
isn't feeling too well. You guys order some pizza tonight, okay?"

"Kay mom," Troy replied. "See ya later."

"Okay, love you!" mom said. "Have fun...And no fighting!"

"We won't, mom," Troy rolled his eyes and grinned at me. "We'll be
good!"

"Really good!" I breathed and giggled and gave my brother a look like
we shoulda been dead after that!

"Oh God!" Troy sighed and he was using the moment as an excuse to
reach between us and I knew what he was doing.

"Are we gonna do it?" I asked him, still whispering even though we'd
heard mom going downstairs and even then her minivan was starting in
the driveway.

"I want to," Troy told me. "But if you don't..."

"No," I shook my head. "I want to. More than anything, okay?"

"It might hurt though," my brother told me.

"You'll be careful, right?" I asked him. Troy nodded and I could feel
him kicking his legs. He wasn't really straddling me anymore and now
his boxers were gone.

"I never want to hurt you," he told me and I felt his hand on my left
thigh, sliding up, under my skirt and I shivered. "I love you so much,
Betsy."

"I love you too," I said and I bit my lip when I felt his hand on my
butt, rubbing me and then slowly, carefully tugging my panties down
like I might stop him.

I lifted my hips and helped my brother pull my panties down and then
completely off my legs. I was naked under my skirt and I wondered if
he was gonna take that off too, but he didn't. Troy just touched me
more, looking at me while I lay on my tummy with my arms crossed under
my cheek. I loved the way he looked at me. I wanted him to look at me
all the time, forever and ever, just like that.

"I don't care if it hurts," I decided with a nervous giggle. "I want
it to hurt."

"You do?" Troy smiled, but he looked confused and I could feel his
fingers curling over the top of my thigh, the tips just barely
touching my pussy and I didn't move at all.

"It's supposed to hurt the first time," I told him. "So a girl never
forgets it.

"Oh," he narrowed his eyes. "Who told you that?"

"Nobody," I whispered. "I just made it up."

And then I did move, spreading my legs a little wider as Troy finally
found my moist pussy with his fingers. Really found it, I mean. He
rubbed his fingers along my slit as he lay on his side facing me. My
sex was lightly covered with thin brown pubic hair and my lips were
already plump and greasy, I didn't have to see them to know that. Troy
was stroking them, petting my pussy gently and my heart thumped madly
in my chest. You have no idea how hard it was to just lay there and
smile at him.

It couldn't have been easy for my brother either and soon enough he
was moving to straddle me once more. This was how he wanted to do it
and I didn't protest. He wanted to make love to me from behind and I
was content. I enjoyed the way his body covered me once more. I liked
his chest against my back and his face in my hair. I liked the way his
legs were spread wide around mine and I could feel his cock rubbing
me.

It was trapped between us at first and I was surprised by how hot and
heavy Troy's penis felt. I hadn't even looked at it, as much as I'd
wanted to, I'd kept my eyes on his face. Now I could feel it though,
the length of him sliding between my butt cheeks, riding the trough
and leaving a wet trail of precum on my hot skin. He was moving his
hips and kissing my neck and hair, teasing both of us and I giggled,
smiling somewhat impatiently and my pussy was so ready for him. As
ready to give up my cherry as she'd ever be.

"Is this the special massage?" I asked my brother and he sighed
happily.

"This is it," he agreed. "Just like I promised."

"But what if I'd said no?" I wondered.

"Ahhhh, in that case," he grinned at me. "You might have needed your
rape whistle."

"Oh!" I giggled, not believing a word of it. "You wouldn't have raped
me, would you?"

"Never," he kissed me lightly on the mouth and adjusted his aim,
moving his hips and pelvis so that I suddenly felt his swollen
cockhead stabbing carefully at my pussy.

"Never?" I kissed him back. "Are you sure?"

"Hmmm..." he closed his eyes for a second and finally had to reach
between us while I waited for my answer. But I knew I already had it,
Troy didn't need to say a word. I could see it in his eyes, just as I
had all along.

His cock found some small purchase at the entrance to my pussy, my
pussy lips splitting around it and that didn't hurt at all. It felt
good and I could even feel him against my buzzing clit, or so I
imagined. I was close to cumming, I had been ever since we started
kissing, but this was better. I wanted to have my first orgasm with
him inside me. The cums I'd had before then, the little ones I'd given
myself on a few private occasions, those weren't real orgasms, I knew
that. I was going to have my first and it was already building inside
me like a tidal wave.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked me softly, because all he had to do was
push and we both knew it.

"I think so," I whispered and I was suddenly terrified, but happily so
and I tried to remember that this was what I wanted. What I'd always
wanted and now it was happening.

"I love you, Betsy," Troy said.

"I loooommpph!" my reply was caught in my brother's mouth as he kissed
me suddenly, pushing his tongue between my lips to fill me up.

At the same Troy's cock lanced into my body, splitting my pussy even
as I tried instinctively to keep him out. I screamed into his mouth
when I felt his cock ripping through my hymen. It was a sharp pain,
like a needle in my flesh but bigger, a thousand times bigger, like my
body was impaled on him suddenly. Some weird part of my brain told me
this is what a butterfly feels when it's mounted in a box, but that
thought was fleeting, like the pain itself.

It faded quickly, the sharpness growing dull, becoming a burning angry
cramp between my legs. Troy didn't move at all and he pulled his mouth
away slowly, letting me gasp and drink cool air into my lungs. I felt
swollen, filled up completely around my brother's fat cock. I imagined
he must be all the way inside, right up to the entrance t my womb.
We'd done it, I thought. He was in me and we were making love and it
wasn't that bad.

"That...Wasn't so...Bad..." I actually managed a giggle and Troy grinned at
me.

"I'm gonna push again, okay?" he said and I blinked at him.

"That's not all of it?" I swallowed hard.

"No," he laughed lightly. "I think it's almost halfway. I'll go slow."

"Halfway?" I said and then winced as Troy did push, watching my face
closely as he started working his cock back and forth, in and out of
my pussy and it sorta hurt.

I was okay. He was holding me, my brother hugging me tight and
covering me like a blanket. His cock pulled back and then he'd slide
it back in, just a little deeper everytime and that started to feel
good. The cramp was still there, the discomfort, but not the pain. Not
like before and when we kissed, oh! When we kissed and his cock was
inside me, that's when I started cumming. I whimpered softly and
suckled Troy's tongue like a baby. I shook and shivered while my pussy
clasped itself lovingly around his cock. My body forgave him for
hurting me and now all I felt was love.

We were making love, my brother and I, and he was all the way inside
me finally. I knew it because I could feel the head of his cock
touching bottom. It was like magic, a deep caress that sent lightning
along my spine. I couldn't breathe I didn't want to breathe. I just
wanted to kiss my brother while he fucked me. There was nothing else
in the world, only him and me, and we were in love.

"I'm going to cum," Troy whispered, panting the words and we were hot
and sticky with each others' sweat.

"Inside me...Inside..." I breathed. "I want you to."

"Betsy," Troy licked his lips, moving faster now, his cock sliding in
and out of my tight hot pussy easily. My sex was clinging to him,
being turned inside it out and then pushed back in, over and over and
the sensations were making me insane.

"P-Please...I want to feel it," I reached up with my hand, awkwardly
pulling Troy's mouth to mine before he could say no.

I was asking him to love me completely, to put his child inside my
body. It was a crazy thought, a wonderfully passionate, irresponsible
desire that I couldn't deny. I was ovulating, maybe, I hoped so. I
prayed for it. I wanted to be ripe and fertile and ready for my
brother's incestuous seed. I wanted to share this moment with someone
else, someone special. Someone with his father's soft brown eyes and
his mother's shaggy blonde hair. A son for my brother, that image put
me over the top again and my pussy spasmed around my brother's cock
once again.

"Umpphh!" Troy groaned into my mouth and I drank his pleasure, feeling
his spurting cock thrust as far as he could get it inside my body.

We were cumming together, thick jets of sperm splashing against my
cervix, mingling and mixing with my own sexy juices. Our union was hot
and potent, drawn deeper into my womb. It had to be like that because
I wanted it no other way. We were joined now, mated forever and
nothing would ever tear us apart. Troy was my first and only love and
I was the girl he compared with all the others. I was the yardstick of
his desire and the measure of my brother's love.

How would we ever be satisfied with anyone else after this?





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