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Does this story just end for the rest of you also?  It seems like there 
should be more but I don't know if it's a problem on my end or with the 
story.  Any help?

--  Conjug8me --


<@> wrote in message news:41c89429$1_1@galaxy.uncensored-news.com...
>
> A Family Affair (Mg, Fg, Pedo, Oral, Lesbian)
>
> by Dorsai
>
> Copyright (c) 2003 - Dorsai
>
>
> LEGAL DISBLAMER This is a dirty, nasty, *filthy* story - or some people
> would have you believe. If you're old enough to read it in your area,
> make up your own mind. If you're not 'of age', then you're not
> _supposed_ to be reading this stuff. Don't get caught - I won't accept
> the blame.
>
> INFORMATION You can get a copy of this story in text and .pdf (Adobe
> Acrobat) formats, and my other stories, at the alt.sex.stories text
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>
> Up until I was 16, our family was close and happy. That all came to a
> crashing halt - literally - when a drunk driver slammed into the family
> car as Mom and Dad were coming home from a quiet dinner for just the two
> of them. Those dinners were a regular once-a-month thing for them, and
> us kids were always happy to give them their night out - we all knew how
> much they cared about US, and didn't begrudge them the time they spent
> with each other. The drunk was a multiple offender, and not only didn't
> have insurance, but was driving on a revoked license. The only good that
> came out of it was that they finally did something about him by tossing
> him in prison for the rest of his life. A little late for my family, but
> at least he wouldn't hurt anyone else.
>
> Dad died in the crash itself. Mom hung in for a few days in the
> hospital, the machines keeping her alive. As miserable as it was to see
> her like that, it gave us - my older sister (Julie, age 19), my all-but-
> identical twin younger sisters (Kathy and Karen, just having turned 12
> at the time), and me (Bobby to my sisters, and Bob to everyone else) -
> time to say our goodbyes.
>
> The funeral was hard, but the time after it was even harder. None of our
> other relatives - scattered around the country - were in any position to
> take all of us in, and there wasn't any way in hell we were going to be
> separated like that. The house was mostly paid for - but not enough for
> us to get much out of its sale. Mom and Dad's life insurance wasn't
> enough to really take care of all of us for any extended period of time,
> either. The few thousand dollars we got from our state's Victim Relief
> fund went directly into college accounts for Karen and Kathy. Social
> Security kicked in, but it wasn't all that much. All in all, we were
> pretty much stuck between a rock, and another rock. The only real
> comfort any of us had was the fact that we'd been able to keep our dog,
> Woof, a big, friendly male black Lab.
>
> By the time all was said and done, we had to move to a small (!!)
> slightly run-down three-bedroom house in a different part of town. Julie
> had to drop out of college to take care of all of us, and times and
> money were tight. We weren't so poor that we had to do our shopping in
> the Goodwill and discount stores, but sales played a big part in when we
> bought clothes and food. We might have been poor, but we damned well
> weren't trash. Julie and I both worked part time, but the way Social
> Security worked, if Julie made too much money, the amount of our
> benefits dropped. That didn't apply to me, being under age, so it was my
> paychecks that got us the few 'luxuries' that we had. The little bit of
> work that Julie was allowed was just about her only relief - if you
> could call it that - from the head- and heart-aches of keeping the rest
> of the household running. The little bit of free time she had simply
> didn't matter much: she didn't get to meet many guys at her part-time
> job, and even if she had, we simply didn't have the money for her to be
> able to go out.
>
> Kathy and Karen both understood, of course, and both tried as best they
> could to make things as easy as possible for Julie and me. Julie and I
> both told them that we wanted them to be able to have fun, and they did
> - by taking advantage of every free and minimal cost activity they could
> find out about. But there simply weren't that many things for them to do
> at their age, so they spent more time at home watching TV or reading
> library books than Julie or I were comfortable with. The one thing that
> we were sure to do was to get them a computer, and sign up for one of
> the online computer services that were becoming popular - we were going
> to make damn sure that the twins had whatever they needed to do well in
> school.
>
> Working as much as I did, I didn't get many chances to meet girls and go
> out on dates. And with almost all of my paychecks going toward keeping
> us from doing without, there wasn't much for me to use FOR dates, so
> philosophically, it worked out. Of course, that wasn't much consolation
> to me, and did damn little toward helping me get the chances to relieve
> myself of the biological pressures my hormones were producing. The net
> result was that more often than not, it was up to me to solve my
> horniness by taking myself firmly in hand...
>
> I had gotten home a bit later than usual one payday night - when offered
> the chance for some 'overtime', I'd taken it without hesitation - and
> handed my paycheck over to Julie before heading for my bedroom. With the
> door closed behind me, I could feel the tightness in my back and
> shoulders from the extra work my boss had had for me, and knew that I'd
> never get to sleep unless I could find some way to relieve the stress
> and tension in my body. With Kathy and Karen were both asleep in their
> bedroom, and figuring that Julie would be busy paying bills and working
> out our grocery list for a little while, I decided that a nice session
> of jerking off was just what I needed. I stripped down to skin and laid
> back on my bed, thinking about one of the girls I'd seen in school that
> day as I slowly stroked my dick: she'd been in the hall, putting up
> banners for school elections. Standing up on a step ladder, she'd been
> reaching up to tape the top edge of the banner to the wall as I went by,
> and I had a clear view of her body all stretched out - in a flash, I'd
> memorized the way her blouse was pulled tight against her breasts, her
> nipples creating little dents in the fabric; the way her dress had
> pulled up, showing the bottom edge of where her panties molded to the
> mound of her pussy - and as I went by, the way they revealed the shape
> of her small, tight ass.
>
> I was hard as a rock and stroking myself furiously when some small sound
> caused me to open my eyes - only to see Julie standing in the door to my
> room, frozen as she watched me pull my pud.
>
> It was a few seconds before she realized that I'd stopped, and was
> looking at her. When she did, she blushed and said "I'm sorry, Bobby. I
> didn't mean to, uh, interrupt. I mean, I didn't know you were, uh... I
> just wanted to thank you for the extra work you've been putting in at
> your job. I'm sorry. I'll, uh, go now..."
>
> Julie blushed again, and quickly turned around and left, closing the
> door behind her.
>
> Only when she was gone did I realize I'd been holding my breath, and let
> it out in a loud sigh. Embarrassed at having been caught jerking off -
> by my sister, no less - there wasn't any way I was going to be able to
> get back to that fantasy about the girl on the stepladder. The tension
> in my back and shoulders were long forgotten, but it was still a while
> before I was able to fall asleep, wondering how I'd face Julie the next
> day.
>
> Julie and I didn't see each other the next morning, and I had my job to
> go to after school, so it wasn't until evening that we finally met up
> again. Both of us were awkward at first, but neither of us wanted to say
> anything about what had happened the previous night. Kathy and Karen
> didn't seem to notice anything wrong, but for Julie and me, the evening
> dragged by far too slowly.
>
> The addition of a little more time made the next night a bit easier. By
> the end of the week, it was as though it had never happened - though I'm
> sure both of us were all too aware that it had.
>
> Another few weeks went by, and my boss at my job managed to find enough
> stuff for me to do that my paychecks were noticeably better than usual.
> He and the people I worked with were all aware of what had happened to
> us, and did whatever they could to help out - whenever they could,
> they'd pass up any extra work so that I'd have a chance to bump up my
> paycheck. That Julie had dropped out of school to take care of us while
> I worked after school was all they needed to know that we weren't a
> "family of Welfare no-accounts, suckin' on the gov'ment tit", as my boss
> put it.
>
> The result of the additional work was that I was more and more tired
> when I got home in the evening. Julie and the girls tried to help by
> picking up some of the 'slack', and doing some of the things that I
> usually did around the house. Unfortunately, we'd already gone through
> that kind of thing - most of what I did was stuff that none of them
> COULD do.
>
> It was one evening when I came home all but dead on my feet that Julie
> decided that something else was needed. She got me seated on the floor
> in front of one of the worn - but still serviceable - chairs we had in
> the living room while she told Kathy and Karen to get my supper out of
> the oven, where she put it when I worked late. Taking a seat in the
> chair behind me, Julie started massaging the soreness out of my neck and
> shoulders. When the twins came in, she asked them if they'd feed me
> while she worked the tension out of me. They could see what kind of
> shape I was in, and they nodded before sitting on either side of me -
> Kathy held the plate in front of me while Karen carefully fed me the
> goulash Julie had made. I tried to protest that I could feed myself, and
> Julie just told me "Shut up, Bobby. You've been working yourself too
> hard these past couple of weeks, and all of us can see it. Just let us
> do OUR part, okay?"
>
> I didn't try to argue with her - I simply didn't have the energy.
> Instead, I focused on the meal Karen and Kathy were feeding me. I was so
> tired, I couldn't really taste it; but the simple act of taking in
> nourishment was helping me get some of my energy back.
>
> By the time I'd eaten everything on the plate, I felt better and started
> to get up. Julie just pushed me back down again and said "Forget it.
> There's nothing that needs you that much tonight. Just sit there and
> REST, dammit." I drew a breath to protest, then let it out again without
> saying anything - having had a taste of it, I knew that I needed the
> 'time off' she was insisting on.
>
> I don't know when I fell asleep - but when I woke up, the angle of the
> sun coming in my window told me that it was late morning. I was lying on
> my bed, dressed only in my underwear, trying to remember how I'd gotten
> there when there when I realized that it was only Friday, and that I had
> to get to school. I jumped out of bed and got my socks and pants on when
> the door opened and Julie came in.
>
> "Why'd you let me sleep so late? I'm late for school, now, and I gotta
> get going!" I told her.
>
> She came closer, and put her hand on my arm, stopping me before she told
> me "It's okay, Bobby. I called in sick for you, so you don't have to go
> to school today. I told you last night, you've been working too hard,
> and you have to get some rest. The school can manage without you for one
> day - goodness knows, your grades are good enough, though I haven't got
> the faintest idea of how you manage THAT - and you've still got plenty
> of time before you have to be at work."
>
> I started to say something, and Julie just put her finger across my lips
> to silence me. Being a couple inches shorter than I was, she had to
> reach up slightly to do so as she told me "Don't bother. It's done, and
> that's all there is to it. If you could have seen yourself when you came
> home last night, you'd know why I did what I did. Bobby, you're not
> going to be any help to us at all if you work yourself sick!"
>
> With Julie's finger still across my lips, I took the time to actually
> listen to what she was saying to me - and had to admit that she had a
> point. I knew that I'd been more tired than I could remember ever being
> last night - but I still couldn't figure out how I got up to my room and
> undressed last night. The last thing I could remember was letting my
> head fall forward as Julie had massaged my shoulders.
>
> Seeing that I wasn't going to fuss any more, Julie let her hand drop,
> and I asked her "How did I get up here last night?"
>
> She gave me a half-smile and said "I was massaging your neck and
> shoulders, and the girls and I thought you were just relaxing - until we
> heard you start to snore! None of us wanted to wake you up, but we
> didn't want to leave you laying on the floor or trying to sleep on the
> couch, either. So they helped me get you up the stairs and in here. Then
> I sent them to bed, and I got your shirt and other stuff off."
>
> Growing up, Julie and I had seen each other in our underwear often
> enough that it wasn't that big of a deal. Not a common occurrence, mind
> you, just not UNusual, either. In fact, just a few days before the
> accident, Julie had come out of the bathroom in her bra and panties
> after taking a shower, just as I was heading for it in my underwear so I
> could do my own cleanup. We passed each other in the hall, neither of us
> giving the other more than a passing glance - and my comment to her that
> I hoped she'd left me some hot water.
>
> After she told me that she'd been the one to undress me, both of us
> remembered the night a few weeks past when she had found me jerking off
> in my room - and both of us blushed slightly. To break the awkward
> silence between us, I finally managed to find my voice and tell her "Uh,
> thanks, I guess. I was pretty tired last night - I guess I didn't
> realize HOW tired."
>
> She gave me a smile, and said "I know. Bobby, all of us know how hard
> you work to help out around here - not just your job, but all the stuff
> you do here, too. And on top of that, you manage to keep your grades up
> at school. In case you've forgotten, the worst grade you brought home
> since Mom and Dad died has been a 'C' - and that was in that stupid
> 'Music Interpretation' class you had to take; everything else has been
> A's and B's. Kathy and Karen know you're working so hard for all of us,
> but they don't really understand how much you've had to give up to do
> it, like I do - and even I had to be reminded."
>
> It took me a second to realize that she was actually making a reference
> to the night she'd seen me with my dick in my hand - and another couple
> of seconds to realize that not only wasn't she blushing about it, but
> looking at me strangely.
>
> I didn't say anything, though, and a moment later she came over and put
> her hands on my shoulders before telling me "Anyway, as much as you're
> doing to help keep things going around here, you still need to take some
> time for yourself - to relax, or do whatever you want or need to do for
> yourself. And the girls and I are going to make sure you get it."
>
> With that, Julie moved close enough to give me a kiss. I accepted it as
> a friendly brother-sister I-love-you gesture; but as it continued, I
> couldn't help but start to respond. It had been so long since I'd had
> this kind of contact with a girl - ANY girl - that the feel of her body
> against mine triggered an almost instant erection. From the way it was
> pressing against her, I knew she could feel it, too - and I was
> surprised when she not only didn't move away from me, but started to
> press herself against it! When that happened, my brain completely
> stopped working. I put my arms around her and started running my hands
> up and down her back - discovering that she wasn't wearing a bra - as
> her hands started caressing my body, too. From all the work I did, I was
> in pretty good shape, and Julie's hands traced the outlines of every
> muscle in my torso as our kiss went well beyond a show of affection
> between two siblings. Our lips had parted and our tongues were touching
> when Julie suddenly pulled herself away from me and said "I'm sorry,
> Bobby. I shouldn't have done that."
>
> I was panting slightly, as she was, and managed to answer "There's
> nothing to be sorry about; I know you haven't been out any more than I
> have. And it wasn't just you - it was both of us."
>
> She gave me a wry smile, and said "Maybe so - but I'm the older of us,
> and I think I'd better go now" before she turned and hurried from my
> room. I watched her leave, and stood there for several long seconds.
> Then I gave a little shudder, closed the door to my bedroom, stripped
> naked, and proceeded to bring myself to an incredibly powerful climax -
> while thinking about how Julie's body had felt against me, and what she
> would look like naked. I cleaned the mess up with the tee shirt I'd been
> about to put on before Julie came into my room, and tossed it into my
> dirty laundry basket.
>
> The rest of the day, I just lazed around the house - which meant that
> all I had to do was replace the washer in a leaky faucet, fix a broken
> stair on the steps outside the back door, and do some minor repairs to
> the old '57 Ford Fairlane I (we) had to drive. We'd had to shop long and
> hard to find it: something we could afford to buy in the first place,
> but something that didn't need so much repair that we couldn't afford to
> fix it. Since Mom and Dad had died, we (I) had steadily gone about
> getting it back into good mechanical condition. The Auto Shop teacher at
> school had helped by letting me volunteer it as one of the 'training
> aids' for his classes: that had gotten the pistons and rings replaced,
> the transmission rebuilt, and the electrical system redone. I'd dealt
> with rebuilding the carburetor, replacing the plugs and distributor, and
> tuning it up. It was still a long way from being in prime condition, but
> it was reliable - and slowly but steadily getting better.
>
> When the time came, I took a shower, changed clothes, and headed for my
> after-school job. The boss didn't have any overtime for me that night,
> so I was home in time to have supper with Julie and the twins.
>
> The next several weeks went by pretty much as normal - I picked up a
> little overtime now and then, but not so much that it wore me down as
> the extended period of it had before. Julie went out with some of the
> girls from the place where she worked - kind of a 'girls night out' -
> and came back looking happier and more refreshed than I could remember
> seeing her in a long time. We also managed to put together a birthday
> celebration for Kathy and Karen when they turned 13 - they had a few of
> their friends over, and we made an actual party out of it.
>
> It was Memorial Day weekend when my life changed, yet again - for the
> better. Kathy and Karen had gone over to one of their friends homes for
> a sleepover, leaving Julie and me alone in the house. My boss had given
> us all the weekend off - with pay - and I was taking it easy by watching
> the races in the living room when Julie came in and sat in the chair
> next to where I was. I was stretched out, watching the races while
> rubbing Woof's chest with my feet; when a commercial came on, Julie
> asked me "Are you really watching that?"
>
> "Not really", I admitted, "Just taking it easy, is all. Why?"
>
> She hesitated a moment, then said "Uh, I just wanted to talk to you
> about something, is all. It's not that important."
>
> I shut the TV off and turned to face her, saying "If it's important
> enough for you to want to talk about it to me, then it's important
> enough for me to listen. What's up?"
>
> Julie hesitated again, then finally told me "It's about the other day -
> you know, a couple weeks ago, when you stayed home from school."
>
> "What? They realized I wasn't actually sick? Other kids do that all the
> time!"
>
> She smiled, and said "No, the school didn't call - as far as I know,
> they really think you were sick that day. What I'm talking about is what
> happened here in the house."
>
> It took me a few seconds to realize that she was referring to the kiss
> that the two of us had shared.
>
> "Is there a problem?" I asked, wondering how there even could be a
> problem.
>
> She smiled again, and said "No, there's no problem from it - and
> actually, that kind of IS the problem."
>
> By this time, I was thoroughly confused - something she must have seen
> on my face, because she went on to tell me "I'm sorry, Bobby. Maybe I
> should explain."
>
> "I think so..."
>
> "That day, when we kissed... well, I felt something. Something that I
> don't think most sisters feel about their brothers. While I was at
> college I met guys, and went out on dates, just like you did before Mom
> and Dad died and we had to move here. And some of the guys I went out
> with, well, we were more than just 'friends'. A lot more. Ever since I
> had to leave school and we moved here, I've missed going out with guys;
> I've missed it a lot more than I realized. That was why, when I kissed
> you, things got kind of out of hand. I felt really bad about it; but at
> the same time, it felt GOOD - real good! - when you were holding me and
> kissing me and touching me. I felt really mixed up about it, even after
> I went to my room and, uh, took care of myself" - that last part with a
> slight blush.
>
> I just sat there in surprise as she went on "I know you did the same
> thing, Bobby - I found the tee shirt you used to clean yourself up,
> afterwards. And that just made it worse for me: knowing that you thought
> of ME that way. For a week afterwards, all I could think about was the
> way your body felt against mine, and I felt guilty and all mixed up
> about feeling that way about you. I thought and thought about it, and I
> just couldn't get it straight in my mind. Then I went out with Shelly
> and Wanda and Dolly from work. While I was with them, I kind of brought
> up the subject of what a girl should do if she felt like that about a
> guy that she really shouldn't have anything to do with - even if she was
> as feeling as lonely as I was. We all talked about it for a while, and
> finally decided that as long as both people were agreeable, nobody got
> hurt, and there wasn't any chance of kids, there wasn't any reason for
> them NOT to make each other happy."
>
> "And you're telling me all this because...?"
>
> She took a deep breath, and with a slight tremor in her voice, said
> "Because I want US to finish that kiss. I want for us to make love."
>
> That was the last thing in the world that I expected her to say, and I
> could just sit there looking at her - long enough that she finally got
> nervous enough to tell me "I'm not a virgin, and haven't been since high
> school. Mom knew because she saw my birth control pills when I was home
> from school one time. I don't think she told Dad; all she said to me was
> to be careful. When we moved here, I stopped taking the Pill, but after
> I had the talk with the girls from work, I went down to the clinic and
> got started on them again. I've been taking them the past couple of
> weeks, so I know that I can't get pregnant, if you're worried about
> that."
>
> She sat there, looking at me looking at her, until I finally got my wits
> back and told her "Julie, are you sure us... doing that would be such a
> good idea? I mean, we're brother and sister!"
>
> She gave me an odd smile, and said "That's just one of the things that
> bothered me, too. But from the reaction I got when I hugged you, I don't
> think that part of your body really cares who I am. Bobby, I know you
> don't get to go out on dates like you used to - just like I'm not able
> to go out on them, either. I think BOTH of us need more relief that way
> than we can get from just doing ourselves - I know I sure as hell do!
> We're brother and sister? So what? That just means that we care for each
> other; you know we do. If we can find a little happiness and pleasure
> with each other, what can be wrong with that? I'm on the Pill, so it's
> not like you can get me pregnant. It's not like either one of us would
> be forcing the other one - I know that if one of us isn't in the mood or
> anything, then the other one would understand, and not 'push' it. And
> we're close enough in age, and both 'grown up' enough that it's not like
> either one of us would be taking advantage of the other one - both of us
> would know what we were doing, and why."
>
> I was listening to what she was saying, and had to admit to myself that
> it made a certain amount of sense. But it was still a big jump from
> jerking off while thinking about her, to actually having sex with her.
>
> Julie seemed to realize what I was thinking, and said "Bobby, it's not
> like we would be hurting anybody. There's no chance of pregnancy. It
> would only happen if BOTH of us were willing. We already love and care
> for each other. So if we started making love with each other, it would
> just be another way of showing that love, and helping each other with a
> problem that BOTH of us have."
>
> I thought about it a little more before she told me "I'm not suggesting
> that we start sleeping in each other's bed, or anything like that - I'm
> just saying that if both of us are feeling the need, then there's no
> reason we shouldn't help each other out that way. I'm not going to push
> you about it, Bobby. I told you what I think, and why I think it would
> be good for both of us. You think about it, too, and see what YOU
> decide. Whatever it is, I'll go along with it."
>
> With that, she got up and left me to my thoughts. And think, I did -
> coming out of my 'trance' only when Julie let me know that our supper
> was ready. Even during the meal, though, I was distracted by my
> thoughts. Julie seemed to know what was going on in my mind - the same
> as what she'd undoubtedly been through, from what she told me - and
> simply left me alone to sort it all out myself.
>
> After we did the dishes, we went into the living room to watch TV, and I
> couldn't help but notice the way the glow of the set would reveal the
> shape of her body underneath the light dress she was wearing - or the
> way her braless breasts would sway slightly with her movements. As she
> sat there, engrossed in one of the programs, I happened to see her face,
> lit up by the light from the TV, and realized how lovely she was:
> straight black hair she kept trimmed just past her shoulders that she
> tucked behind her pink, shell-like ears; brown eyes, pert nose, and
> slightly-full lips that just begged to be kissed. She wasn't one of
> those slender, fashion model types; hers was a medium frame, with just
> enough fat to soften her curves; her bust was full and rounded, her
> belly and hips trim. When she leaned over to give Woof a brief tummy-
> rub, she showed me that her ass was full, and nicely rounded. All in
> all, she was a lot more attractive than I'd ever really noticed before -
> and that only complicated things for me.
>
> When it got late, the two of us headed upstairs - Julie ahead of me on
> the stairs, where I noticed the way her ass cheeks clenched but didn't
> jiggle as she climbed, telling me how firm they must be. Beneath, her
> legs were smoothly muscular, and well-toned. As I watched her move up
> the stairs, I couldn't help but start to get half-hard at the sight she
> presented in front of me. My thoughts were as confused as ever by the
> time I got undressed and into bed. At one point, I thought that I could
> hear a soft, rhythmic creaking coming from her room, and immediately got
> a hard-on at the idea that she was masturbating - but the sound was so
> faint that I couldn't really be sure that I was hearing it; or that it
> was caused by what I though it was. It was a long time before I was able
> to fall asleep.
>
> As she'd promised, Julie left me to my own thoughts - for the next
> several days, we went about our lives as though we'd never had our
> conversation in the living room. But the more I thought about it, the
> more I came to realize that for all practical purposes, there really
> wasn't any reason for us not to find comfort and pleasure in each
> other's arms. The chances of me getting her pregnant were all but zero;
> we weren't committing ourselves to each other for the rest of our lives;
> and I had to admit that I sure would feel better if I could get laid
> every now and then. I knew how much I loved Julie - not as a wife or
> bedmate or anything like that, but just as a human being; and from what
> she'd said, I figured she felt pretty much the same way about me. Would
> something like the two of us having sex with each other be that wrong,
> when we cared for each other that much? Yes, we were brother and sister;
> but we were also a man and a woman - didn't THAT count for something?
> Both of us shared a common goal of seeing to it that Karen and Kathy
> were brought up in a loving home, taken good care of, and given as many
> chances to succeed in life as possible. From that point, Julie and I had
> a commitment to them, and each other, as close as any husband and wife
> would - was there any valid reason that we shouldn't extend that
> relationship to include the physical?
>
> All that, and more, went through my mind as I argued with myself about
> both sides of the issue - until, finally, I was able to reach a
> decision.
>
> It was nearly two weeks from the time Julie had sat down next to me in
> the living room before I was able to give her an answer. The four of us
> were sitting around the table at dinner when I caught Julie's eye, and
> then told her "I've finally decided about what we were talking about the
> other day."
>
> She looked at me with considerable interest - and a trace of fear in her
> eyes - as I went on to say "I don't see that there's anything wrong with
> it - as long as the appropriate care is taken" - with a shift of my eyes
> to let her know that I was including Karen and Kathy.
>
> She immediately understood that I meant we needed to keep our activities
> private from the girls, too, and nodded before smiling at me and
> replying "Of course. Any thoughts on when?"
>
> I thought a moment, and just said "Whenever the time and opportunity are
> right."
>
> Julie nodded, and the two of us went back to our meal while Karen and
> Kathy started telling us about the project they were involved in at
> school.
>
> With the decision made, the next problem facing us was getting past the
> hurdle of learning to be physical with each other. It was something that
> both of us had grown up with, of course, and I think Julie found it as
> hard to 'let go' of all those old taboos about brother and sister as I
> did. But as the days and weeks went by, our kisses and touches gradually
> became more relaxed, more familiar, and ultimately more intimate. Both
> of us were nearly paranoid about not doing anything when the twins were
> in the house, or might show up; but that still left us plenty of
> opportunities to get comfortable with each other's touch.
>
> It was a week or so after school let out that the twins came home from
> the 'day camp' the local Parks and Recreation department had, telling us
> about a week-long summer camp that was being offered for late July. Both
> Julie and I realized that it would be the opportunity that we'd been
> waiting for; but when the twins told us what the cost of the camp would
> be, we both also realized that it was a little more expensive than we
> could really afford. We still sat down and went over the budget, trying
> to find some way that would let it happen, but simply couldn't find one.
>
> At work the next day, I was telling the guys I worked with about it when
> the boss came in to where we were working. He listened to me for a
> little bit, then asked "Your sisters have never been to camp like that?"
>
> I said that no, they hadn't.
>
> "They should go - hell, EVERY kid should get a chance to do that. Ride
> horses, camp out, burn marshmallows, the whole deal. Why can't they go?"
>
> I admitted that the price for the camp was a little more than Julie and
> I figured we could afford - and that we'd tried everything we could
> think of to try and make it possible.
>
> He just looked at me, and said "Hell, Bob, that's no reason. Summer camp
> like that, it's a helluva thing for a kid. If you're willing to let them
> go, I'll pay for it - and that goes for the rest of you guys, too!",
> turning to address the last part to the rest of the guys.
>
> I could just stand there, stunned, as the rest of the guys looked at me,
> grinning.
>
> I finally got my voice back, and started to thank him; he just waved it
> off, saying "Bob, you work hard for me, and I appreciate it. When I need
> you, you're here; now, you need me, and I'm damn well gonna be here for
> YOU. Stop by my office when you're ready to go home, and I'll have a
> check for you."
>
> I don't think my feet touched the ground the rest of my shift - though I
> have to admit that I was a little bit nervous when I went to his office
> after I clocked out. He was busy with something on his desk, and I
> gently rapped my knuckles on the doorframe to get his attention. He
> looked up, saw me, and smiled, saying "Come on in, Bob. I've got the
> check right here - added a little extra, so they'd have some money for
> the junk food they sell at those camps. Can't be at summer camp without
> trying to rot your teeth out of your head!" with a laugh.
>
> I tried to thank him again, and he just cut me off, saying "I told you,
> don't worry about it. You've never called in sick, and you're never late
> or leave early. This is just my way of showing my appreciation. You and
> your sister, you're trying to do right by those girls, and I'm not gonna
> see them miss out on a chance like this just because of something stupid
> like money. If you want to thank me, just invite me to your graduation
> next year, and that'll be all the payment I need."
>
> I assured him that I'd be doing that very thing, and he smiled and
> handed me the check, saying "That's all I need to hear, Bob. You better
> get home and get the paperwork filled out so those two are able to get
> their places."
>
> I didn't even look at the amount of the check; I just folded it,
> carefully tucked it into my pocket, and thanked him. He just smiled and
> waved for me to be on my way.
>
> By the time I got home, I had recovered from the shock of what he'd
> done, and couldn't help figuring out a way to surprise not just the
> twins, but Julie, with the good news.
>
> I waited until we were all seated for supper and were about halfway
> through the meal and casually said "Oh, I got a little something extra
> from Gus today."
>
> None of them was really paying much attention to me as Julie asked "Oh?
> What was that?"
>
> "The money to send the girls to camp like they want."
>
> All three of them turned to stare at me for a moment before Julie said
> "That's not funny, Bobby."
>
> I just grinned, pulled out the check that my boss Gus had given me, and
> handed it to her.
>
> She took it and unfolded it, then gasped before saying "He did! Not just
> the camp fee, but the transportation charge, and some extra!"
>
> I grinned wider as Kathy and Karen both shrieked, and tried to see the
> check Julie was holding. When the noise level dropped a little, I told
> them "Yeah, he said he added a little for some snacks for them while
> they were there. I didn't know he added the bus charge, though."
>
> Julie looked up at me, and said "From the look of this, he added enough
> to get them some camp clothes, too!", then turned the check around so I
> could see the amount it was for - surprising me with the generosity he'd
> shown: as Julie had said, it was for not just the camp costs and a
> little 'pocket money' for the girls, but enough more that they would be
> able to get some new clothes to wear while they were there.
>
> Both Karen and Kathy were all but bouncing up and down in their chairs
> in their joy at being able to go to camp as they'd wanted. Julie and I
> were both smiling as she told them "Okay, you two. Finish your supper,
> and after you take care of the dishes, you can go upstairs and make your
> plans for camp. I'll have the papers filled out and get them to the
> Parks office tomorrow so you'll be sure and have a place at the camp.
> We'll go shopping this weekend for clothes."
>
> Both of them immediately settled down and finished their supper - though
> how the managed to eat with the grins plastered on their faces, I'll
> never know.
>
> As promised, Julie went shopping with them that weekend, and managed to
> get a surprising amount of stuff with the extra money Gus had provided:
> both girls not only had a fair amount of new clothes for camp, but small
> suitcases to pack their stuff in, a small quantity of cosmetics, and a
> few other things - including new swimsuits. When they showed me their
> new suits by modeling them, I was surprised to realize that both of them
> were already starting to blossom: both had small but noticeable busts,
> and a distinct curve to their waists and hips. When both of them were
> back up in their room, I asked Julie "Am I seeing things, or are they
> already starting to, uh, sprout parts?"
>
> Julie grinned at me, and answered "No, you're not seeing things. Not
> only are they starting to 'sprout parts' as you put it, but they're
> starting to get pubic hair, too. The only thing missing is that neither
> one has started having periods yet - but I expect that to happen any
> time now."
>
> "You've already talked to them about... that stuff?"
>
> Julie grinned, and said "Damn right I have. Mom waited until I had my
> first period to tell me - when I started bleeding, I thought I was going
> to die! I'm not going to wait for that to happen to them; they know what
> it's all about, and even though it was kind of hard getting started
> talking to them about it, they're pretty open with me about it now. I
> think they've been doing a little experimenting; you know, finding out
> about their bodies, too. I've seen them touching each other's breasts
> once or twice, but I didn't say anything about it to them."
>
> That was something that simply hadn't occurred to me: that my younger
> sisters were actually starting to grow up - and out. The idea that they
> were on the verge of becoming young women - and potentially sexual
> beings - was something I wasn't sure I was ready for. Julie could see
> all that going through my mind, and smiled before saying "Its okay,
> Bobby. I think it's going to be a while yet before they're ready to
> start going out on dates or getting interested in boys - or at least,
> interested enough to want to do anything more than just talk about
> them."
>
> I just shook my head, accompanied by Julie's soft laughter. I could only
> wonder how Mom and Dad had dealt with it when Julie and I had hit that
> point, and beyond.
>
> When the time came, Julie and I kept the twins company as they waited
> their turn to board one of the buses that would be taking them to the
> camp - Camp Wannamaka ( or Run amok, as we'd learned the counselors
> called it) - for the week they'd be gone. Both of them were nervous, and
> excited, at the idea of spending an entire week 'out in the wilds', away
> from home. Finally, their names were called, and we listened carefully
> to find out which bus they were assigned to, and then went with them as
> they carried their bags to the designated vehicle. There were a number
> of other girls about the same age assigned to that bus, and things were
> a little 'interesting' as we got their bags stored, and gave each of
> them a kiss and hug before they boarded. We waited where they could see
> us, and waved when the bus finally pulled out.
>
> Julie and I went back to the car, and Julie took up position right next
> to me, pulling my hand down to rest on her thigh as I drove us home.
>
> Back at the house, both of us paused a moment after we got inside,
> contemplating the fact that it would be just the two of us for the next
> week. It was Sunday morning; the bus would have the girls at camp by
> mid-afternoon, and would get them back to us late the following Saturday
> afternoon.
>
> When both of us had gotten over the novelty of being in a house where
> the twins would be absent for several days, Julie turned to face me and
> said "This is it, Bobby. We've got the whole house to ourselves until
> the girls get back."
>
> I turned to face her in return, and said "Yeah, we do. But we've got
> plenty of time, and I don't think either one of us wants to rush things.
> Let's just take it easy and see where it goes, okay?"
>
> Julie smiled and nodded before saying "That sounds pretty good to me. My
> heart tells me its okay, but my head is a little slower."
>
> With that, I stepped a little closer and took her into my arms, simply
> holding her close as I caressed her back in reassurance. She rested her
> head on my shoulder for a few moments, then lifted it again so she could
> give me a kiss - one that made it clear that she though of me not just
> as her brother, but as a man. I returned it the same way, letting her
> know that I loved her, too - and that I welcomed having her body next to
> mine.
>
> By the time the kiss ended, both of us knew that whatever happened
> between us would be the result of mutual love, respect, and desire.
>
> It was Julie that pulled away from me, asking if I was hungry yet. I
> admitted that I was, a little; she said that she was, too, but that she
> really didn't feel like having a full meal. We talked it over, and
> finally settled on something fast and simple: sandwiches and chips.
> While Julie made the sandwiches, I took a bag of chips and some sodas
> into the living room, and set them where both of us could reach them. A
> couple minutes later, Julie came in with the sandwiches. She set them on
> the small table between the two overstuffed chairs we had, and surprised
> me by opting to sit on my lap while the two of us watched TV and ate our
> supper.
>
> When we were done eating, Julie got up and took everything but our
> drinks back into the kitchen, then stuck her head back in the living
> room to tell me "I'm going to change clothes. Why don't you see what
> choices we've got for a movie?"
>
> I knew what her tastes were in movies, and it didn't take me long to
> find something that would be agreeable to both of us. It was just
> starting when she came back into the living room - and surprising me by
> wearing only the old football jersey she liked to wear to bed. It only
> came down to mid-thigh on her, and from the way it molded to her, I knew
> that she didn't have either a bra or panties on underneath. I felt my
> dick stiffen slightly, but didn't make any comments, leaving it up to
> Julie to set whatever pace she was comfortable with.
>
> Her pace, as it turned out, included parking herself on my lap again,
> and pulling my arms around her so that her warm, round breasts were
> resting against my forearms. She wasn't a small girl by any stretch of
> the imagination; but somehow, she didn't seem heavy or uncomfortable on
> my lap. In fact, it felt pretty good having her there, my arms wrapped
> around her.
>
> As we watched the movie, we'd casually touch each other in small,
> sensual, non-sexual ways. I think both of us were acutely aware of what
> we were doing - I know that I certainly was! - but neither of us wanted
> to 'push' things, either. So, by unspoken mutual consent, we just let
> ourselves drift along - at least, until the movie ended, and Julie
> surfed the channels until she found another one. With the decision to
> watch it, she scooted 'down' a little on my lap, and pulled my hands up
> to cup her breasts on the outside of the jersey she was wearing before
> letting her hands drop to her lap. I was both delighted and surprised at
> the feel of her breasts in my hands - as I'd thought, they were full and
> rounded, not so much sticking out from her chest as covering it;
> underneath my palms, I had the small, hard nubbins of her nipples,
> feeling them erect slightly as her breathing caused them to rub against
> the inside of her shirt where my hands were.
>
> I was perfectly content to just sit there and hold her soft/firm breasts
> all night, if that was what she wanted - but it wasn't. When I didn't do
> anything for a while, she put her hands over mine again, and gently
> squeezed, letting me know what she wanted me to do. That was all the
> encouragement I needed, and I did just as she showed me - slowly and
> softly squeezing and caressing her breasts; hefting them and feeling
> their spongy mass in my hands; letting my palms brush against her
> nipples, making them even longer and harder.
>
> As I did that, I could hear Julie's breathing become shallower and more
> rapid; beneath her, I knew she could feel my penis growing, and getting
> harder. She turned her head toward me, and I knew that she wanted what I
> wanted: for us to kiss.
>
> My lips met hers, and the first few seconds were as though our souls
> were joined, just as our lips were - and then I felt her mouth open
> slightly, and her tongue graze across my lips. I opened my mouth in
> invitation, and it was only a second more before our tongues were
> dancing in each other's mouths. As our kiss lengthened, and our passion
> grew, I felt Julie's hands come up to mine again - then move them away
> from her breasts. But it was only for a few moments - long enough for
> her to pull her jersey out and up in invitation for me to slide my hands
> underneath, and touch her breasts directly.
>
> When I did, I took the opportunity to let my fingertips do a proper
> examination of her breasts, and particularly her nipples. By touch, I
> discovered that she had quarter-sized areolas, puckered and crinkled in
> her arousal; her nipples the diameter of small crayons, and sticking out
> perhaps half an inch. I took as much of her breasts as I could in my
> hands, the slowly stroked them from base to nipple, finishing up by
> softly pulling on her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.
>
> As I continued to caress her breasts, Julie responded by softly moaning
> into my mouth as she arched her back, pushing her chest out to increase
> the contact with my hands.
>
> With the feel of her breasts memorized, I let my hands begin wandering
> across the rest of her body - her sides, her hips, and across her
> smooth, firm belly. As my touch moved lower and lower, I felt her shift
> her weight a little before spreading her legs apart slightly. An
> invitation to include that part of her body? I didn't know - but
> determined to find out. I gradually increased the range of my touch to
> include the tops, then insides, of her thighs; her only response was to
> try and spread her legs even farther - difficult to do, the way she was
> situated on my lap. But it was all the confirmation I needed that she
> wanted me to include that part of her, as well.
>
> I finally let my hands separate to perform two different tasks: one, to
> caress and squeeze her breasts and nipples; the other to investigate the
> core of her womanhood. As one hand moved back and forth from one breast
> to the other, I let the fingers of the other finally drift to the dark
> thatch of pubic hair that I could just barely see at the vee of her
> crotch - and found it to be thick and soft. For several seconds, I let
> my fingertips luxuriate in the dense thicket of her pubic hair before
> letting them slide even lower to discover the thick, soft petals of her
> labia, and the hot, oily opening they bracketed. As my fingers mapped
> this new discovery, they happened on the nub of her clitoris, and found
> it to be the size of a large pea, erect and extremely sensitive. With
> the first contact of my fingertip on it, Julie groaned with a sudden
> increase in desire, her tongue snaking deep into my mouth.
>
> I quickly slid my finger between the slick lips of her vagina, wetting
> it with the oily liquids she was producing in quantity, and transferred
> the precious nectar to her clitoris, keeping it lubricated as I
> proceeded to softly stroke it in time with the gyrations of her hips and
> pelvis.
>
> I been intimate with girls before, of course, and gotten laid by several
> of them - but nothing in my experience really prepared me for what I was
> going through with Julie. Having someone SO responsive, SO eager and
> willing, was a novel experience for me; and I took full advantage of it.
> Even as I kept one hand busy with her breasts, I had the other between
> her thighs, doing a Braille examination of her womanhood.
>
> With my finger between her labia, and slickened with her oils, I curled
> my finger slightly so the end of it was against the opening to her
> vagina. Julie arched her hips slightly, pressing her opening against my
> finger in obvious invitation for me to slide it into her. As I did, I
> discovered that even as wet as she was, she was also incredibly tight.
> It was only by slipping my finger out, and back in again, to keep it
> thoroughly coated with her oils that I was able to get the entire digit
> inside her - where I felt her insides clasping at it.
>
> I know the inside of her couldn't really have been that hot, but it
> certainly seemed like the temperature of her vagina was scalding, in
> addition to being as small and tight as she was. I slowly eased my
> finger out of her - accompanied by a soft moan of disappointment from
> Julie - then back in again. Penetrating her the second time was a bit
> easier, so I slid my finger partway out, then back. Over the next minute
> or so, I sat there on the chair with my sister on my lap as I played
> with her breasts and slowly finger-fucked her as she tried to clean my
> tonsils with her tongue and lifted her hips slightly in welcome to each
> penetration of my rigid digit.
>
> After a bit, I was able to slide my finger in and out of her easily; I
> decided to see how she would respond if I used TWO fingers. I changed
> over to using the finger next to the one I'd first entered her with, and
> soon had it coated with her oils; then I dipped the first finger into
> her again to get it re-coated. With both fingers well-lubricated, I
> pressed them against her opening; after a little initial resistance,
> both of them slipped into her as far as the first digit - as Julie
> nearly went wild on my lap: pulling her face away from mine, her head
> fell back as she released a deep groan of obvious pleasure and arousal.
> She'd gotten considerably wetter inside while I'd been finger-fucking
> her, and that helped; but getting two of my fingers inside her proved to
> be nearly as difficult as getting just the one in the first time - but
> Julie didn't seem to mind, judging from the gasps and groans and moaning
> that came out of her as I worked them into her.
>
> Only when I was able to slide them in and out of her with relative ease
> did she lift her head again, press her lips against mine, and commence
> to power-cleaning the inside of my mouth with her tongue.
>
> As I was sliding my fingers through the entrance to her vagina, my
> fingers and palm were softly stroking her clitoris: my fingers would
> transfer some of the liquids to her clitoris, keeping it lubricated for
> when my palm would softly rub across it. The dual sensation of my
> fingers filling her, and my hand rubbing across her sensitive clitoris
> soon had Julie gasping and moaning on my lap as her pelvis arched up in
> welcome each time my fingers were buried in her.
>
> The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, and the feeling of her
> hot and tight vagina around my fingers and her full breasts in my other
> hand had me sporting one of the hardest erections I'd had in a long,
> long time; the cheeks of her ass were on either side of it, and I
> couldn't help rubbing it along the crease of her ass as my hands brought
> her closer and closer to orgasm.
>
> It took only a couple of minutes of my double-digit plundering of her
> female treasure before Julie suddenly froze on my lap, her eyes wide
> open as I felt her vagina clamp down on my fingers so hard that I
> thought she'd pinch them off. A couple seconds later, I felt her relax,
> and quickly slid my fingers in and out of her again before she tightened
> around them yet again - this time as she released a low, deep groan of
> pleasure and release as the second wave of her orgasm overtook her.
>
> Several more times, we went through the cycle before she finally relaxed
> completely, nearly collapsing on my lap as she panted softly, trying to
> get her breath back. I slid my fingers out of her, accompanied by a
> small shudder from her, and couldn't resist the temptation to bring them
> up to my face to sniff the heady aroma - and for the first time in my
> life, taste the essence of an aroused female. The taste of her was
> strange, yet familiar because of it's unique scent - and definitely
> pleasing: musky, yet sweet, with a slight 'tang'. It was then and there
> that I quietly resolved that I would never let another chance go by to
> taste it again.
>
> Julie quietly watched as I first smelled and then tasted the oils she'd
> produced - not offended, only mildly surprised; then pleased at my
> reaction to them.
>
> I was holding her in my arms when she finally got her breathing back
> under control. She let me continue to hold her for another couple of
> minutes when she suddenly sat up and twisted around to hug me fiercely,
> crying as she pressed her face into my shoulder, thanking me over and
> over again for making her feel so good. I just sat there, holding her
> and softly patting her on the back as I murmured soft words of
> reassurance and comfort.
>
> She finally pulled back from me a little bit to look in my face to see
> what my reaction was - not about her brief crying 'jag', but to the fact
> that we'd just had our first real sexual encounter.
>
> She got her answer without my having to say a word: when she sat back,
> her ass was again on top of my erection, and she could feel it pressing
> against her. She gave me a surprisingly shy smile, and said "I was
> worried that you might have had second thoughts, or something; but I
> guess I didn't have to." She wriggled around a little bit, getting the
> cheeks of her ass half-wrapped around my erection, and told me "I think
> I can take this as a sign that you're okay with us."
>
> I smiled, and said "I think you could safely make that assumption."
>
> She smiled back for a second, and then suddenly got a slightly
> consternated expression before telling me "You brought me to such a
> wonderful orgasm, and I haven't done anything for you! Well, I'm going
> to take care of THAT right now!"
>
> With those words, she slid off my lap and turned around to face me
> before saying "Okay, Bobby, it's your turn. Stand up and get those
> clothes off!"
>
> As I started to do as she said, she reached down to take the hem of the
> jersey she was wearing, then pulled it up and off over her head -
> leaving her standing there stark naked in front of me. It was the first
> time I'd ever seen her naked like that, and I paused for a few seconds
> to really look at her as she just stood there, inviting my inspection.
>
> What I saw was her full breasts, capped with dark areolas and erect
> nipples; a smooth, flat belly; a trim waist over nicely curved hips; and
> the small, dark wedge of her pubic hair. She watched me looking at her,
> did a small pirouette to let me see ALL of her, and smiled as she asked
> "Like what you see?"
>
> I had to clear my throat, much to her amusement, before I was able to
> answer "I like very much!"
>
> As I went back to trying to get my clothes off - my fingers weren't
> working too well, for some reason - Julie smiled at me again, and said
> "Here, let me help..." and proceeded to take over for me. Faster than I
> could have done it myself, she hand my shirt off and my pants undone and
> around my ankles. I steadied myself as I stepped out of them, and Julie
> stepped forward to put her hands on my shoulders before telling me "You
> made ME feel good, Bobby. Now it's my turn. Just sit back and let me
> take care of YOU, for a change!"
>
> She guided me back to sit on the chair again, but with a slight change:
> I was sitting a little farther forward on it, so that I was leaning back
> more than I would normally. I quickly discovered the reason for it when
> she kneeled down and took my penis in her hand, stroked it softly a few
> times, then tilted her head forward to take it into her mouth.
>
> It was the first time any girl had ever done that to me, and the
> sensation was incredible - and made more so by the knowledge that it was
> my own sister doing it. In just a few seconds, she'd regained the little
> bit of hardness I'd lost while getting undressed - and after that, well
> on my way toward Nirvana.
>
> But she seemed to know what I needed more than I did, myself; when she
> had me thoroughly coated with her saliva, she let me fall from her lips.
> I opened my eyes, and watched as she moved to climb up on the chair with
> me - I could see that the insides of her thighs near her vagina were wet
> with her juices - then kneel down so that she was directly over where my
> erect penis was waving in the air.
>
> Reaching down, she took my penis in her hand and held it steady as she
> lowered herself toward it, stopping when the head was pressing against
> her opening. As tight as she'd been around my fingers, I wasn't entirely
> sure that she'd be able or willing to get my erect penis in her: I
> wasn't one of the super-hung guys at school, but I was better off than
> most - nearly 7 inches long, and thick.
>
> I saw Julie concentrating as she pressed herself down against me, and I
> was starting to think that it simply wasn't going to happen when the
> head of my dick suddenly popped through. I think both of us had a
> surprised and pleased look on our faces after it happened; a few seconds
> went by, and I felt Julie pressing herself down onto me again.
>
> I could feel the incredible tightness of her slowly sliding down my
> saliva-slick erection, and when I looked at her face, I could see an
> expression of concentration and pleasure on her face as she slowly
> impaled herself on me.
>
> The time finally came when I felt her ass resting against the fronts of
> my thighs, and I could feel almost my entire length surrounded and bound
> by the hot, tight, wetness of her - and the sensation was infinitely
> better than anything I'd ever felt before. We sat like that for nearly a
> minute, both of us savoring the sensation of my hard member buried in
> her.
>
> Julie finally put her hands on the arms of the chair and lifted herself
> slightly, letting perhaps an inch of me slip free of her intimate hold
> before lowering herself again. A few moment later, she did it again,
> raising herself a little higher before settling down again. The next was
> farther still, as was the one after that. Before long, she was raising
> herself far enough that almost my entire length was outside of her
> before letting her body drop down again. From there, she started moving
> slowly, but almost continuously, over me - letting me slide free of her
> in varying measures before taking me back inside again.
>
> The sensation of Julie sliding herself up and down my erection was
> incredible. All the times I'd had sex before, it had been when I was on
> top of the girl and fucking HER. Having a girl - my sister, no less! -
> on top and making love to ME was something new, and it felt wonderful.
> Rather than just pumping away until I got off, I was being made love TO
> - slowly, gently, and lovingly. Julie was moving me along slowly,
> bringing me not just relief, but pleasure.
>
> I watched as her breasts slowly swayed in time with her movements over
> me, and couldn't resist reaching up to take hold of them - again
> marveling at how full, yet firm, they were. It was when I changed from
> softly squeezing and caressing them, and began playing with her nipples,
> that Julie leaned forward, bringing her breasts within reach of my eager
> mouth. I happily latched on to the end of one of her breasts, and
> started sucking softly on her areola and nipple, drawing a moan of
> pleasure from her as she continued to slide herself up and down my
> hardness.
>
> When I had one nipple erect, I switched over to the other breast and
> repeated my efforts on it; then went back to the first to 'freshen' it.
> Back and forth I went from breast to breast, mouthing their firm
> sponginess, licking and sucking on her nipples, and holding them in my
> hands. As I did, I could feel Julie getting even hotter and wetter
> around me, and heard it as her increased movements up and down my penis
> made a softly squishing sound.
>
> As my arousal grew, I let my hands - but not my lips and tongue - move
> away from Julie's breasts; I began caressing her body, tracing a path
> from her hips to her sides, around and down her back, then on to the
> smooth, firm globes of her ass, down the outsides of her thighs, then
> back up along the tops until I was at her hips again - then starting the
> whole trip all over again. I was amazed and delighted at how smooth and
> soft her skin was, and how firm her body; that it was my own sister's
> body that I was becoming so familiar with only made the experience that
> much more intense.
>
> I was definitely getting close to unloading in her when I felt Julie
> slow, then stop, her movement over me. I looked up at her, and saw that
> her efforts at pleasing me had tired her out. I put my hands on her hips
> and held her still as I lifted my hips, pushing myself up into her. She
> smiled down at me, and I did it again, a little faster, then again
> faster still. As Julie held herself over me, I began thrusting up into
> her more and more quickly. Her eyes closed as she let herself
> concentrate on the feelings and pleasure I was bringing her. It wasn't
> long before I was again getting close to emptying myself into her; when
> I was almost there, I finally spoke up, telling her "I'm going to cum!"
>
> I was surprised when her eyes opened, and she looked down at me and said
> "Yes, Bobby! Do it! Cum in me! Fill me with your juice!"
>
> I don't really know why, but that I was all I needed to push me over the
> edge; a couple more hard thrusts, and I held myself deep inside her as
> shot after shot of my hot cum shot out the end of my dick - and when it
> did, I felt Julie give a shudder as she tightened around me in what must
> have been a small orgasm of her own.
>
> When I felt that I'd emptied as much as I had into her, I started to let
> myself back down onto the chair; Julie followed me, keeping my penis
> inside her. When both of us again had solid support (the chair under me,
> me under Julie), she leaned forward even more, resting against my body.
> I felt the warm pillows of her breasts against my chest, and happily put
> my arms around her and held her close as I slowly got my breath back.
>
> I happened to glance over at the clock on the TV, and realized that it
> hadn't been ten minutes since the time I stood up to take my clothes off
> - and barely half an hour from the time the second movie had started! As
> horny as I'd been, I wasn't surprised that I'd gotten off so quickly;
> but that BOTH of us had found so much pleasure in such a short period of
> time absolutely amazed me.
>
> We sat the like that for a surprisingly long time. Every time Julie
> moved, it would cause her internal muscles to tighten around me, which
> kept me a lot harder for a lot longer - something that surprised the
> hell out of me. But I finally did shrink down enough that I slipped out
> of her, followed by my cum. Julie quickly sat up, and asked "Can you
> reach your tee shirt without having to move too much?"
>
> "I think so."
>
> "See if you can - we can use it to keep from staining the chair."
>
> I immediately knew what she meant, and with some contortions by both of
> us, I managed to reach down far enough to snag it. Julie took it from
> me, and stuffed it between us so that it would not only soak up what had
> already escaped her, but any additional leakage, as well.
>
> When she was done, she looked at me shyly and said "I guess I should
> have remembered about that - but it has been a long time." Then, with a
> slight blush, she added "I know the shirt's a little uncomfortable, but
> I'd kind of like to stay on your lap like this."
>
> I smiled and told her "I'd kind of like to have you stay on my lap like
> this, too."
>
> She smiled back, leaned against me again, and I put my arms back around
> her. We stayed like that until the end of the movie - when Julie heard
> the closing theme song, she sat up again and said "As nice as this is, I
> think maybe we need to clean up a little and go to bed. You've got work
>
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