Phillip stepped
back from Amy and there was a wet sound. Both of them looked down in
the moonlight and saw his essence dripping from her loins. She could
feel it, still warm, running down her thighs, and there was a long drip
hanging from his penis, which was quickly drooping to hang between his
legs.
Suddenly,
overcome by passion and feeling, Amy threw herself at him, hugging him
and crying and saying over and over "I love you... I love you... I LOVE
YOU!"
Phillip was
completely unprepared for her ardor and could only hold her close as
she wilted in his arms, her knees buckling as she sobbed, not
understanding the feelings that were coursing through her body and mind.
Phillip didn't
know what to say. He didn't know what "love" was exactly, and he was
reluctant to just say it back to her unless he knew he meant it, so he
just held her and stroked her hair. She raised her tear stained face to
his and whispered "I love you Phillip."
He had to say
something, so he told her what, of all his feelings, he could
recognize. "That makes me so happy... to hear you say that... I almost
can't breathe."
She buried her
face in his chest, happy beyond imagining that he hadn't pushed her
away, or had in his eyes the look that said she had bared her emotions
to someone who really didn't care what she was feeling. She'd been
through that before. True, it had never been at THIS level, but she
remembered the hurt of seeing that lack of caring in a boy's eyes.
She pushed him
away, firmly, but not with anything he could interpret as anger. "I
need to get cleaned up" she said, and she pulled him toward the water
again. He tried to help, getting his hands on her butt and hips and
sneaking a feel of her breasts as she giggled and pretended to defend
herself. They still ended up in a close embrace, kissing hotly before
she DID push him away.
"We HAVE to stop
now Phillip," she said firmly. "I'm about ready to let you do something
we shouldn't do, and I don't want to let you do that."
Phillip felt a
streak of mixed terror and joy flash through him as he realized what
she was talking about. The terror - of trying and messing it up - held
sway and he backed up, behaving himself.
They got to the
grass and started putting on their clothing, despite the fact that they
were both wet. They helped each other get cloth spread over wet
shoulders and backs and hips and the, hand in hand, walked silently
toward the car.
Both were in
their own little worlds as they rounded the big evergreen tree and were
confronted with the sight of George, on top of Samantha, between her
naked and wide spread thighs, obviously ramming his engorged prick in
her pussy, fucking her with long violent strokes as she suddenly burst,
more or less, into speech that begged for more.
Amy, who had
herself been thinking about the act of intercourse, as described by her
friends who claimed to have "done it", had been trying to picture what
it must be like. It wasn't that she planned on actually DOING it... she
was just... curious, based on the somewhat amazing things that had
happened to her in the last weeks, and ESPECIALLY the last two hours.
And so, when she
SAW what it was like, she shuddered at how violent and painful it
looked. As she was arriving at that conclusion, she then HEARD what Sam
was saying, which, paraphrased (it's awfully hard to spell some of the
things that were coming out of her mouth) was something along the lines
of "OH BABY, WAAAAAAAAAAAA, OH GEORGIE, UMMMMMMMM, I LOVE IT, HONEY. OH
BABY DON'T STOP... DON'T EVER STOP. OOOHHHHOWWWEEEEE!"
Suffice it to
say that it was crystal clear to Amy that Phillip's sister was having
an orgasm... and not just ANY orgasm. She felt a sudden hunger in her
own pussy for an orgasm like that.
Phillip, on the
other hand was all but blown away by the sight of a boy fucking his
sister. He stopped and stared, frozen as his sister made obvious sounds
of approval for what George was doing to her. Phillip had seen porno
films before, but this didn't look like those. This looked animalistic
somehow and it lit off a primal fire in Phillip's gut that he knew,
somehow, had changed his life forever.
Then George
bellowed and shot Samantha full of his teenage sperm again. The damage
was already done, though they didn't know that yet, but this time he
was anticipating shooting inside his lover's pussy and it was no
accident. He reveled in the feel of breeding 'his woman', and of her
letting him do it.
Sam squealed "I
feel it George. It's hot... I can feel you spurting in me... Oh
baby..." She pulled his head down to hers and they kissed as his cock
pumped his balls empty and he flooded her pussy.
Amy whirled
around when she realized what George was doing inside Samantha. She
couldn't take that image in her mind... the image of what she'd seen
coming out of Phillip's penis... what had clung to her skin until she
washed if off... that image going inside Samantha's body. She couldn't
deal with the wild emotions that it caused in her. She tried to run
again, like she had before, but slammed into Phillip again. This time he had seen her coming, though, and he grabbed her, holding her tightly.
"It's OK" he
whispered into her ear, stroking her back. "It's OK." He led her,
almost like they were dancing again, back around the tree, out of sight
of their older siblings.
"I can't watch that." she whimpered.
"It's OK" he
repeated, stroking her hair. "You don't have to. Nobody's going to hurt
you." He didn't know why he said that, but it seemed to help calm her.
"You wait here," he said.
Phillip snuck
back around the tree and was in time to see George stand up, with his
shorts in his hand. "We'd better get dressed" he told Sam. "They might
be back any minute."
"I know" she sighed. "We shouldn't have done that George."
Phillip looked
at his sister and realized how beautiful a naked woman could be, who
was lying on the ground, relaxed and with a pussy full of sperm. He
suddenly understood exactly what was meant by the term "well fucked
woman". He felt his cock stir in his pants again. For his own sister.
He whirled himself this time, hurrying back to Amy.
"Lets go over
there" he pointed toward the lake, "And sing or something as we walk
toward them. They'll be dressed when we get there. I promise."
Amy nodded and
let him take her hand. He led her a hundred yards away and stopped. In
the process he thought about what he would do for this girl. He would
do anything she asked him to. And anything she asked him not to do he
would avoid, no matter what he felt about it. He wanted desparately for
her to be happy and, if she was, he somehow knew he would be too.
Something lit up inside his mind.
"Amy?" he said, trying to look in her face.
She looked up at him. She looked scared.
Something twisted inside his gut as he saw her face. "I love you too," he said softly. He meant it too.
Then he waited to see what she did. It wasn't an easy wait, because he didn't know if she'd changed her mind or not.
The transition
on her face was startling. As if it were in slow motion, her facial
features moved, changed, altered slowly into a blazing smile as tears
winked in her eyes. She was suddenly insanely happy and she threw
herself at Phillip, hugging him fiercely.
"Oh thank you," she said in his chest. Then she pushed him away, looking back at the tree they had peeked around. "But you're NOT doing that to me! OK?"
He was hers to command. "Absolutely not!" he confirmed. "It'll never happen. Nope! No way that'll EVER be us!"
She slapped his chest. "I didn't mean NEVER!" she said. "Just not right away."
Again his world
was rocked and he couldn't take in a breath. He looked to see if she
was serious, or joking or even talking about something completely
different. What he saw on her face calmed him with the assurance that
he had found his special person.
Only fifteen years old, and he'd found her. Some people NEVER find their soul mate, but he knew he had.
Phillip knew that his life had changed for the better this night and it was in his voice.
"OK, not
happening in the next hour. NO SIR! You're ABSOLUTELY safe for at least
thirty minutes. NOT to worry, at least until we get to the car." He
reached for his zipper, growling like a bear.
She shrieked and
took off running, but not toward the blanket. She ran fifty yards with
him lumbering along behind her, arms swinging like an ape's, yelling
"COME ON LITTLE GIRL, I WON'T HURT YOU... MUCH. YUM YUM YUM."
Amy squealed
over and over, yelling "HELP HELP" in a falsetto and obviously
un-afraid voice. Then she changed direction and ran to the car, putting
it between her and Phillip.
George and Sam
were in fact dressed by that time, though Sam's panties were completely
soaked with George's jizz, which was draining out of her at an alarming
rate. They watched, mouths open, as their brother and sister who, up to
now, had appeared to disgust each other, played some weird game. When
Phillip, running at full speed tried to vault OVER the station wagon to
catch Amy, she shrieked again and started laughing wildly. She ran AT
Phillip as he slid over the top of the car and fell down the other side
head first, disappearing from view. Sam and George
hurried around the car to find Amy sitting on top of Phillip's chest,
her hands holding his wrists on the ground by his head, her hair
grazing his face as he "tried" to break her grip. Now SHE was the one
growling like a bear.
Sam looked at George and he just shrugged. "Knock it off you two!" he ordered. "We have to get home."
Once they were
back in the car, Amy snuggled up to Phillip in the back seat. She
couldn't resist a barb. "Gee, something smells funny." she announced.
Phillip slapped her thigh and she yelped. She was quiet after that,
kissing her date over and over again while they were driven home.
School started
and Phillip and Amy saw each other in the halls. Neither made a big
deal of their new relationship, bragging to friends and such. That
wasn't because either was ashamed of the other. It just didn't seem to
either of them that it was anybody else's business. What they felt for
each other was very... personal, and it wasn't something to gossip or
brag about. That they saw each other in school wasn't unusual. Every
time they did, though, they ended up standing, face to face, often just
looking at each other.
That WAS unusual, and their friends noticed it.
Rhonda Phelps
walked up beside Amy as she was going to English. Rhonda was a popular
girl, and she was trying to raise her status in the group. "I see
you've been slumming," she said conversationally. "Does he buy you
expensive things, or does he just have a big fat prick?"
Amy looked over
at the girl and wondered why she'd ever thought Rhonda was cool. "It's
an arranged dating thing. Our parents are making us go out to keep an
eye on his sister and my brother. Turns out he's OK, though. Who would
have thought it?"
Rhonda looked skeptical. "But isn't he one of those Chorus geeks?"
Amy looked the
other way, partly from embarrassment that, a month ago, she had been
the same prejudicial kind of girl, and partly to keep Rhonda from
seeing the anger in her eyes.
"Yeah, but, like
I said, it turns out he's not so boring. I gotta go. See ya." Amy
turned off to take the long way to her class, because she knew Rhonda
wouldn't go that way.
Phillip was
going through somewhat the same trial. His best friend "Hooter", so
named because he had Asthma and made a hooting sound when he had an
attack, came up to him in the hall.
"Hey, you
haven't been over to play Risk for a month or more. And people are
starting to talk about you and that girl." He knew about Amy, of
course, because Phillip had complained to him about what their parents
were making them do.
Phillip felt the
heat rise in him. "So?" he said, stopping and turning to face his
friend. Other students parted and flowed around them like fish swimming
around a big rock in the stream.
Hooter's
eyebrows rose. "What's going on with you? Don't tell me you like her!
Phil, you have to remember those girls are not for guys like us. Don't
get yourself in some kind of trouble here."
Phillip WAS
angry now. "Who SAYS they're not for 'us'? Why is that Hooter? Who says
we can't like them, or that they can't like us?"
Hooter backed up
a little and raised his hands. "Hey, take it easy. I just don't want
you to get hurt. Those girls are bitches..." he stopped suddenly as he
saw rage in Phillip's eyes. "I mean MOST of them... not all of them...
man, Phil, I'm sorry. What did this girl DO to you?"
Phillip turned around and walked away. He knew Hooter couldn't understand what was happening to him. None of his friends would be able to understand it.
The next Friday
afternoon Amy got home from school and her parents were packing the
car. She felt fear clutch her stomach. Where were they going? Wasn't
there going to be a date this weekend?
"Hey, Mom." she tried to say lightly. "Where are we going?"
Her mother
looked harassed. "YOU aren't going anywhere. Your father and I have to
go to Aunt Mabel's twenty fifth wedding anniversary over in Lincoln.
We'd have taken you and George but we don't have time. I have to be
there to help the caterers or it costs her an extra five hundred
dollars. It would have been nice if she'd have told me that before now.
We have to get there a day early and I'm just not prepared."
"Oh" said Amy in small voice. "When will you be back?"
"Sunday some
time dear. You two are almost grown. You can take care of yourselves."
Then she stood up and turned around. "But you make sure you and Phillip
go with those two EVERYWHERE they go. Got that?"
Amy knew her parents. "Aw Mom, do I HAVE to?" she put on a sad face.
"Yes you do, and you KNOW you do, so don't play with me. You just keep an eye on that boy."
Amy smiled.
There was a boy she'd be HAPPY to keep an eye on. Then, stunned, she
realized she had just done what Phillip would call 'acting'! And it HAD
been fun and exciting, trying to convince an 'audience' the truth of
something that was basically fiction.
George wasn't home yet, and their parents left before he got home. Amy was cooking supper when he came in.
"Hey s quirt, where's Dagwood and Blondie?"
"Our PARENTS are in Lincoln... until Sunday!" She crossed her arms under her breasts and stood, looking at her brother.
His eyes widened. "No SHIT?! Hey! That's GREAT!" He went immediately to the phone on the wall.
"Mom reminded me to keep a close eye on you and Sam" announced Amy.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, dialing. He talked to Sam for a minute and hung up. "Oh this is going to be SO great."
Amy, watching
her brother, remembered him flat on his back, with Sam's mouth on his
cock, and then on top of her, his butt bouncing up and down as he had
violent sex with her.
"George?" she said tentatively.
He was in a good mood. "What?" He even smiled at her.
"Are you being careful with Sam?" she asked.
"Careful?" asked George, obviously clueless as to what she meant.
"You know... CAREFUL" she emphasized the word "when you're... together."
"What in the world are you talking about?" he was starting to return to his normal sour self.
"Are you using any birth control?" she blurted out.
It was so silent she could hear the clock in the living room, ticking away.
"What are you
talking about?" asked George in what he thought was a cleverly level
voice, but which in fact cracked twice. George was no actor.
"George, we SAW you!" said his sister.
"Which time?" he said, and then looked at the ceiling at how stupid he was to announce there had been more than one time.
Amy didn't want to play games. "On the blanket... at the lake."
"Oh," he said.
Then all possibilities of conversation fled from his brain. He couldn't
talk to his sister about having sex with his girlfriend. Nobody did
that.
"Well? Are you? Being careful?" Apparently his sister didn't know about that rule.
"Um... well
see... it just sort of... happened. I mean we weren't planning on it or
anything, and it happened and then it was too late..." He had the class
to look at his shoes as if he actually felt bad about it. OK, he could
act a little bit.
"George you have
to use a rubber or something." said his sister. "You're going to get
Sam pregnant if you don't. Is THAT what you want?"
"Of course not." He looked hurt. "Like I said, it just sort of happened. We'll be careful from now on."
"Oh, so you have something for tonight?"
"Well, um... no, not for tonight. I haven't had time yet."
"George, if you make love to Sam again without any protection I'm going to tell Mom and Dad that you did it."
George reared
back. "Come ON Amy, the girl doesn't get pregnant every single time.
Where am I going to get rubbers. If I try to buy them down at the
Rexall Mr. Johnson will tell Dad for sure. Hell, he probably wouldn't
even sell them to me, at my age."
"Don't they have them in machines... at the gas station?" Amy blushed at the fact that she knew that.
"Hey! Yeah!
That's it. I'll pick some up on the way back here when we pick them
up." A crafty look came into his eye. "By the way. What's up with you
and Phillip? I thought you two didn't like each other. But in the car
it sure didn't look like you were fighting him off. Do I need to get
more than just for me?"
Her head jerked
up, her hair flying and outrage on her face as he guffawed, pointing at
her. "No, of course not. Little Miss Amy isn't going to have sex until
she finds the man she's going to marry and drags him down the aisle.
Isn't that right?" He laughed some more.
Her nose went up
in the air. "Yes that's EXACTLY right. And YOU should have done the
same thing. Would YOU be willing to marry Sam if you had to?"
To her immense
surprise, he actually thought about that for a few seconds. Then he
looked at her and, quite seriously said, "You know what squirt? I think
I would." He looked amazed himself. "I really think I would. She's some
girl."
An hour and a
half later George pulled the station wagon up to Sam's house. Sam was
sitting on the porch and Phillip was right beside her. They were
talking about something, but stood up and walked toward the car when it
pulled to a stop. Sam got in the front and Phillip climbed in the back.
Amy was sitting on her side of the car, looking at him. He wanted to
slide over next to her, but it was still light outside, and that made
him nervous for some reason.
When George turned into the Texaco station, but didn't park at the pump, Sam looked at him.
"I'll be right back" he said and dashed to the bathroom.
She turned
around and looked at Amy in the back seat. "Now I know why my Mother
always makes us go before we start on a trip." She laughed. George came running back to the car, his hand closed around something. He got in, put the car in gear and sped off.
"What's going on?" asked Sam. "Where are we going tonight?"
"We..." said
George, "are going to our house, where there are no parents, and where
there will not BE any parents until Sunday." He grinned. He put his arm
behind Sam as she scooted over against him. His hand flipped and
something landed in Phillip's lap. Amy saw it was a little foil covered
packet.
George laughed.
Amy's hand
snaked out, quick as lightning and snatched the packet out of Phillip's
lap before he could do more than shift his eyes toward it, trying to
see what it was.
"What... ?" he started.
"NEVER MIND" said Amy and reached up to slap her brother on the back of his head.
"HEY!" he
complained. "Don't mess with the driver. And fasten your safety belts
back there. You never know when you might need PROTECTION from
disaster." He laughed uproariously as Phillip and Sam stared at him,
wondering what was going on.
