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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST Mike22 Eight is Enough
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 10 Jul 1996 02:15:36 GMT



EIGHT IS ENOUGH: And Two's Not Bad, Either

By Uncle Mike


     In a house with eight kids it's hard to find time alone. 
Heck, it's impossible. It's hard enough just to avoid being in a 
real crowd.

     So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister Elizabeth 
in the room with me when we were watching this old movie 
on TV.

     Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Bradford. 
I'm 14, and, like I said, I'm one of eight kids. And Elizabeth's 
one of my sisters -- I'd say one of my older sisters, but 
they're all older than me. I'm the baby of the family except 
for Nicholas, and he doesn't count because he's just 8. 
Anyway, Elizabeth's just a year older than me, and for a lot of 
years we were the tail end of the family, so we're used to 
spending time together. I mean, we argue and stuff like 
regular brothers and sisters, but we're also used to confiding 
in each other and asking for advice.

     I never paid too much attention to what she looked like -- 
heck, she was my sister, right? But some of the older guys in 
school asked me about her a few times, so I tried to figure 
out what they saw in her. She doesn't look too bad, for a 
sister, I mean. She dresses OK, and she's not real thin or real 
fat -- although she's always saying she could stand to lose a 
few pounds. And a couple of the guys who asked about her 
said they really like her hair -- it's long, almost to her waist. 
And she smiles a lot.

     So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me 
alone in the house, watching TV. Most of the other kids were 
out doing one thing or another, and Mom and Dad and Nicholas 
were over at one of our relatives. Elizabeth and me would 
have had to go to, but we'd been out that morning -- me 
working on a school project with some of my buddies, 
Elizabeth doing something with her friends. So we lucked out 
and Nicholas got stuck going alone.

     So we're watching TV, right? And we couldn't agree on 
what to watch, so we flipped a coin to see who could pick 
first. I lost, and Elizabeth picked this old movIe. I said that 
wasn't fair because the thing was gonna be on for like two 
hours, and by then somebody else might have come home, or 
even Mom and Dad, and I wouldn't get my chance. But she just 
giggled and said she'd won fair and square. Which was true, so 
I gave up. I could've just gone to my room or something, but 
the movie didn't look too bad when it started -- some guy 
walked into a dark alley and got blown away in the first five 
minutes -- so I watched with her.

     It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole 
movie, or even beaten up. And the cop investigating the 
murder fell in love with this woman he talked to, the victim's 
sister. So I was starting to lose interest.

     But then the cop and the woman are about to say good 
night, and he kissed her. I mean, he kissed her good. I leaned 
forward and I might have even scooted forward on the couch a 
little. It used to be, just a couple of years ago, I would have 
thought that stuff was junk. But I'll admit I'm interested in 
some of the girls at school. Only I wasn't sure what to do. I'd 
never kissed a girl -- not a real one, anyway, just Mom and 
aunts and stuff.

     So I'm watching real careful to see just what the cop does 
-- like, does he open his mouth? And do you aim right for the 
center of her mouth, or off to the side, or what? 

     I must have been really into it, because when I felt a 
touch on my shoulder I jumped up and almost fell onto the 
coffee table. And Elizabeth started laughing so hard I thought 
she'd pee in her pants.

     Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing, she 
started teasing me about paying so much attention to the 
kissing. And I guess I blushed.

     "Tommy! Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl."

     I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her.

     I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the teasing 
left her voice. "No, really?" she goes. "Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry I 
made fun of you. I just thought -- really?"

     I told her I'd thought about it some times, but I just didn't 
know how to do it -- you know what I mean. She giggled, and I 
must have blushed again. I was feeling pretty dumb.

     Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around me. 
"Look," she said, "if you really want to know how to kiss, how 
about if -- well, if you practiced on me? I promise I won't 
tell anyone."

     I wasn't sure, but then I thought about how it would 
probably be easier to get over having done something dumb 
with Elizabeth than with some girl from school. Heck, I'd done 
lots of dumb stuff that she knew about. What more could this 
hurt?

     So I asked her what I was supposed to do.

     She smiled. She's got cute dimples when she does that. 
"Well, uh, I guess you should put your arms around me," she 
said, so I did. Elizabeth felt softer than most of my aunts.

     "Now just kiss me," she said. "You know how. C'mon, you've 
kissed Mom."

     So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but 
she turned her head at the last second so I landed on her 
mouth. I pecked at it and sat back.

     She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was 
laughing inside. "You said you wouldn't make fun of me," I 
said. I was a little angry.

     "It's just," she started to say, and then she stopped for a 
second. "You're right, I said I wouldn't. Look, maybe I should 
give you a few tips first. I'm no expert or anything, but try 
this. Don't close your lips so tight. Leave a little opening. Go 
in slow. And, for heaven's sake, don't jump away like you got 
an electric shock. Take your time!"

     We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better, I 
could tell. Her lips pressed right against mine and we hugged 
each other and it felt pretty good.

     Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice a 
little more until she was sure I had it right, then she said I 
was ready for any girl in the school.

     That's when I started to ask a question, but I stopped. It 
was something I'd heard the other guys talking about, but it 
sounded kind of silly to me. But Elizabeth made me go ahead 
anyway.

     So I asked her, wasn't there something you were supposed 
to do with your tongue?

     I figured she'd start laughing at how dumb I was, but she 
didn't. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Who told you 
about that?" she wanted to know. Just some guys, I said.

     Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and she 
told me to kiss her like before and let her show me. This time 
when we pressed our lips together, she slipped her tongue 
between my lips and right into my mouth! For a second I 
thought it was gross, but I had to admit it did feel good. And 
then she said we should try again, and this time I should push 
my tongue against hers, too. So we did that.

     I didn't realize it, but while we were kissing I had gotten 
a hard-on. If I'd known it I would've stopped right away, 
because I'd always been really embarrassed about that kind of 
stuff; I really hated it when Dad sat me down for the birds-
and-bees talk. But I was concentrating on kissing, so I didn't 
know. And Elizabeth and I kissed a few more times, slipping 
our tongues into each other's mouths. I guess we were holding 
each other pretty tight, too. I remember I could feel the strap 
of her bra through the back of her blouse. And on the third or 
fourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid our 
faces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she was 
kissing mine. It felt really good.

     When we sat back after that, Elizabeth's face was a little 
red, and she seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little odd 
myself, kind of hot inside.

     And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell 
open. I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and there was 
a big, dark stain right in the middle of my crotch, right where 
there was a big bulge from my cock. Boy, was I embarrassed.

     Elizabeth said she thought we'd better stop there, that I'd 
had enough practice, and I agreed.

     That night, I had a dream about her. I don't remember 
exactly what happened, but when I woke up I'd cum in my 
shorts.

     The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another 
it was impossible to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought about 
her all day. Finally, after dinner, I was able to pull her aside 
and suggest we slip out the back door for a little while. 

     I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was afraid 
she'd still be upset about my having a hard-on the last time, 
but it turned out she'd been trying to find a way to ask me the 
same question. We figured we couldn't stay out there in the 
dark too long before someone noticed we were missing, but 
we did kiss and hug a little.

     After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance to 
sneak a kiss. Like I said, in a family with eight kids there 
aren't a lot of chances to be alone, so we didn't get together 
nearly as often as I wanted.

     But each time we could, we'd sneak away, just the two of 
us. I remember one time, we were kissing and I had my hands 
around Elizabeth's waist, and then I started rubbing her back. 
I wasn't planning anything, really I wasn't. But as my hands 
kept rubbing I slid along her side and touched her breast. 
Well, I touched her bra -- and that through her blouse. But she 
didn't jerk away or anything, she just kept kissing.

     After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I could, 
even when we couldn't get away -- I'd just slip my hand 
around her when we were doing the dishes, or something, and 
no one else was watching.

     That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were 
kissing and I was stroking her through her blouse and 
Elizabeth asked if I didn't want to get closer. She pulled her 
blouse out of her jeans and I put my hand underneath. Her skin 
was really smooth and soft, and warm, too. I remember 
running my fingertips over her side and touching her bra cup. 
It was stiff and scratchy, and I didn't think she could feel 
anything under it. But when I put my hand on it she moaned a 
little and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth. 

     It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do much 
more. I let her put her hands inside my shirt,  and she even 
stuck them down the back of my jeans once or twice and 
cupped my butt, which felt kinda weird. 

     The fact is, by that time I wasn't thinking about other 
girls, just being with my sister. That may not sound right, 
but I don't think either one of us thought we were doing 
anything wrong. I mean, we were just kissing, after all. And 
with so little time we couldn't even think about anything 
else.

     Finally, after like a month or two, we got another chance 
to be alone for more than a few minutes. It was a Saturday 
night, and we'd finished all our homework, so Mom and Dad let 
us stay up late watching TV -- after everyone else had gone 
to bed.

     We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and 
Elizabeth put her arm around me and pulled me in close and 
we started kissing. We were really going at it hot and heavy, 
I guess. I pulled her blouse out of her pants and she rolled my 
T-shirt up to my armpits. I could feel my cock pressing hard 
against my jeans, but I was used to that by now. 

     I don't even know what the movie was about. We didn't pay 
any attention. Mostly because we were kissing, of course, and 
then we were keeping one eye on the stairs to make sure no 
one woke up and found us down there.

     But then we started licking each other's neck and stuff, 
and Elizabeth leaned back until she was on her back and I was 
on top of her. With her on her back like that, her bra was 
loose and without really knowing it I slipped my hand inside 
and got my first feel of a real live breast! This will sound 
dumb, but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I 
didn't realize that it was the bra that was so stiff, not what 
was underneath. I mean, I knew there weren't any bones or 
anything there, but I just never thought it would feel so good.

     When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister's 
breast, it all kind of hit me at once, what I was doing, and I 
pulled my hand out of there fast. But Elizabeth grabbed hold 
of my arm before I could pull it out from underneath her 
blouse.

     "You can do that," she told me, and I didn't need to be asked 
twice. So we kept on kissing, and I was fondling my sister's 
tits. I guess it's no surprise that my cock was as hard as a 
flagpole, especially since I was right on top of her. By that 
time she'd swung her legs up onto the couch and I was right in 
between them, holding myself off of her with one hand while 
the other was busy.

     Well, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we 
were doing, I just automatically started rubbing it against 
her. I mean, who wouldn't, right?

     So Elizabeth, she says, "Hey, what are you doing?" And I 
asked her what she meant, and she said down there. And I got 
all embarrassed again, but she said it was all right.

     Then she asked me if it didn't hurt, my jeans being so 
tight, and I said yeah, it did.

     "Well, why don't you slide them down, then?" she said. 

     I said I didn't know if I should. She said I could do what I 
wanted, but she was gonna slide her pants down because she 
wanted to rub herself too.

     I didn't know girls did that. I don't think any of the guys in 
school knew, either, because none of them ever mentioned it. 
But Elizabeth said she sometimes played with herself after 
we got through kissing because I'd gotten her so hot.

     Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and how I'd 
done myself too. She said she thought that made her feel 
really sexy, and I told her I was getting pretty hot thinking 
about how I'd made her feel, too. So we both undid our pants 
and slipped them down around our ankles.

     Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really 
smooth. I was glad I just had on my white boxers, not any of 
the ones Mom had got me last Christmas, the ones with the 
polka dots or the race cars. We both laughed when we saw the 
matching stains on the fronts of her panties and my shorts.

     Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on top 
of her again, and I started rubbing against her.  We started 
kissing again and stuff, too.

     I guess just rubbing isn't enough for girls, because 
Elizabeth put her hand down there and stuck it inside her 
panties. I would've put my hand on my dick, too, but I didn't 
have one free, 'cause I was feeling her up again.

     Since I couldn't touch my cock, I wasn't getting much 
satisfaction out of it, so I started rubbing harder. Next thing 
you know, I'm rubbing so hard that the head of my dick pokes 
right out the top of my shorts.

     I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn't notice, and for a while she 
didn't. She stopped kissing me and put her head to the side 
and just groaned softly and then all of a sudden she jerked 
back and forth a few times.

     I asked her if she was all right and she giggled.

     "I came," she told me. "That's what a girl's orgasm is like. 
And that was a good one, too. How about you?"

     Before I could say anything, she started to pull her hand 
out of her panties and it brushed against the tip of my dick. I 
said I was sorry.

     "For what?" she said. And then she put her hand right on 
my cock!

     I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it felt so 
good. Her fingers were real soft and kinda slippery -- from 
fingering herself, I guess. I'd never felt anything like that 
before; it was way better than when I jacked myself off.

     But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right, us 
doing that, being brother and sister. She asked me if I didn't 
like it. Of course, I had to say I did. Then she said that it 
wasn't much different than just kissing, since we were just 
touching -- and hadn't I touched her breasts? Well, sure, I 
had, and that made sense to me. Besides, it felt too good with 
her hand rubbing along my shaft for me to ask her to stop.

     So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers 
brushed over the sides of the helmet, I thought I would die. 
But after she'd rubbed a little longer it just felt right and 
pretty soon I felt something happening. I tried to warn her, 
but the cum just shot right out of me and splattered over her 
hand and onto her stomach.

     We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my 
clothes back and got her a towel from the kitchen to wipe 
herself off. By then the movie was over and we figured we'd 
better go up to bed.

     The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of 
the family when Nicholas almost got us in big trouble. It 
turned out that while Elizabeth and me were really going at 
it, he'd gotten up and started to come downstairs to raid the 
fridge, and he saw me on top of her.

     When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he'd seen us on 
the couch, I was freaking. I snuck a peek at Elizabeth, and her 
face was white. What were we going to say?

     Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn't understand 
what he saw. He said we were fighting. Elizabeth cut him off 
real quick and said we were just having a pillow fight, and 
Mom told Nicholas not to be a snitch. Was I relieved!

     That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay away 
from each other, but she did manage to slip me a note. It said 
that we should probably play it cool for a few days. I winked 
at her to show I agreed.

     The next few days were awful, not being able to hold her 
or kiss her or anything. I spent my nights jacking off in my 
bed, thinking about her.

     When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just for a 
few seconds, enough for a quick kiss; we didn't even have 
time to talk. But as we split up again, Elizabeth whispered to 
me. "Write me a note," she said.

     So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the 
time, and how I had dreams about her, and how I missed our 
kissing. I slipped it to her when we were all having dinner.

     The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she thought 
about me, too. That made me feel really terrific. And she said 
she couldn't wait until we could be together again, which 
went double for me.

     But for the next couple of weeks, we didn't get in a single 
kiss. We both agreed that after the Nicholas thing we should 
play it cool, at least as far as any late-night stuff. And we 
didn't want anyone to notice us going off by ourselves all the 
time.

     As it turned out, though, that didn't mean we couldn't do 
anything. 

     It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and me 
were sitting next to each other. I was really in agony, having 
her so close that I could smell the flowery soap she used but 
not being able to touch her or anything. She had a white 
cotton blouse on and she'd left the top two buttons open, so 
when she bent over a little I could see her breasts hiding in 
her bra. I wanted to just yank open that blouse and grab hold 
of them.

     With all that going on in my head, it's no wonder my cock 
was getting stiff. I didn't think anyone would notice, with it 
under the table, but I think Elizabeth may have guessed.

     Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt 
something on my crotch. I looked down right away and saw 
Elizabeth's hand under the tablecloth. I felt her undoing my 
zipper.

     I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to 
noticing anything going on. It was tough to keep a straight 
face while my sister slid her hand into my pants and pulled 
my hard shaft out and starting jacking me off. My dad asked 
me to pass the butter and it took two or three tries before he 
got my attention. Elizabeth just giggled and kept on.

     When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down there 
and pushed her away. No way was I gonna cum with my cock 
waving in the air like that, and get it all over my pants. As it 
was, I just got it stuffed back into my shorts when I 
exploded, and I had to wolf down the rest of my food and skip 
dessert so I could go clean myself up.



     After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it wasn't 
fair that she could jack me off in front of everybody and I 
couldn't get a hand on her breasts unless we were alone. She 
sent a note right back. "You'll think of something," it said.

     It was later that week that I finally figured out what she 
meant. In the meantime, she sent me another note saying she 
missed our sessions so much that she'd gotten a vibrator to 
help herself out. I didn't know what that was at first, but 
when I sent a note back she drew me a picture. She said one 
of the girls at school ordered a bunch from some catalog. 
Elizabeth wrote that she kept hers in her locker at school, 
and when she did herself in the bathroom she would think 
about me. God, that made me get a hard-on just thinking about 
it. I told her so, and she wrote back that she'd prefer me to 
the vibrator any time. If found out what she meant that night.

     A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth 
and Nicholas all sitting together on the couch. She had on a 
sweatsuit, which made her look kind of lumpy -- but I still 
remembered what was underneath. Anyway, she said she was 
cold and grabbed a blanket and threw it over her lap -- and 
then she asked if I wasn't a little chilled, too. I was too dumb 
to figure it out then, but luckily Nicholas, who was sitting on 
the other side of me, said he was -- so Elizabeth spread the 
blanket over all our laps.

     In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and 
grabbed my hand and guided it over to her lap. When she 
tucked my hand under the waistband of her sweatpants I got 
the idea.

     My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I figured 
was like the one above my cock. And then I felt some folds of 
skin. They were already a little wet. I didn't know where I 
was going, but Elizabeth guided me a little and pretty soon I 
had worked a couple of fingers into her hole and they got 
really slick from her juices. I wasn't sure what to do then, 
but I started pushing my fingers in and out and I could hear 
Elizabeth's breathing getting shallow so I figured I was on 
the right track. Once I started rubbing faster but Nicholas 
looked over when he felt the blanket shaking, so I had to slow 
down. It took awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked 
a few times and then she pulled my hand away, letting me 
wipe it on the inside of her sweatpants first.

     So even though we couldn't get away by ourselves, my 
sister and I did get a few chances to do each other -- when 
we were with the rest of the family! It was so hot. 

     Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran 
into her at night in the hallway as we were both going to the 
bathroom. We figured that it was so late no one else would 
notice, so we snuck into the toilet together. The door was 
hardly closed before Elizabeth was all over me, pulling my 
cock out of my pajamas and planting her lips right on mine. 
And I was giving it back, too. I put my hand down her panties 
and stuck my tongue in her mouth. It felt so good to be with 
her again, without having to hide what we were doing. I was 
so hot for her I came right away, although I kept diddling her 
for a few minutes before she could cum.

     I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said she 
felt exactly the same. Then she asked me if I really meant 
what I wrote in my notes, that I thought about her all the 
time, especially when I was jacking off.

     Sure, I said, all the time. 

     Did I ever think about her being ... naked?

     Yeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what she 
looked like, especially ever since that night she put my hand 
inside her pants. Elizabeth smiled and said would I like to 
find out for real? I thought she was gonna strip right then, 
but she said we should go back to our rooms before anyone 
noticed. But if I really wanted to see her naked, she said, I 
should just wait and see what happened the next night after 
dinner. She wouldn't tell me any more.

     All that day in school I was going around with a permanent 
hard-on, thinking about getting to see my sister in the nude. I 
figured she had a great body, from what I'd been able to see 
of it and what I'd felt. I was a little worried about her maybe 
wanting to see me nude too. I'm kind of scrawny and I figured 
she'd be disappointed, and maybe she wouldn't want to make 
out with me any more. But I tried to stop thinking about that 
and just concentrate on her.

     After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I raced 
through it to make sure I would be downstairs as soon as I 
could. I didn't know what to expect, but I didn't want to risk 
missing out on whatever it was. There was no way Elizabeth 
was gonna show me any skin with everybody else around, 
unless maybe she'd figured out some way to do it where no 
one but me could see. But I figured if she did that I probably 
wouldn't be able to do much touching, and that would be a 
pain. I knew that once I saw her naked I'd want to kiss and 
lick every inch of her.

     When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs 
two at a time going down, but nothing seemed to be 
happening. Elizabeth was just reading a book, and Mom was 
sorting through some mail while Dad balanced the checkbook. 
My sister gave me a wink when I came down, but she didn't 
say anything. I flipped on the TV and sat back to see what 
would happen.

     When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up 
but Elizabeth came up and stopped her.

     My sister said that she'd had an offer from one of her 
teachers to babysit their kids New Year's Eve, which was just 
a couple of weeks away. Mom cross-examined her about who 
the teacher was and how old the kids were -- four-year-old 
twins -- and how late she'd be. Elizabeth said she was 
supposed to be over there at six and they weren't expected 
back until two or three in the morning, so she would sleep 
over.

     Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and even 
asked Dad what he thought. He said he didn't like the idea of 
her being alone with those kids for so long on New Year's, 
when who knew what people would be doing.

     That's when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she had 
someone else with her. Mom said it would be all right as long 
as it was some friend they knew and could trust. My sister 
said she couldn't ask any of her friends because then she'd 
have to split the pay -- so how about if I came along?

     I must have looked really surprised, because Dad laughed 
and said it didn't look like I was interested. Of course, the 
joke was on him because I knew now what Elizabeth had 
planned, and I was absolutely interested. I figured I better 
not show it too much, though, or they might get suspicious. I 
hemmed and hawed, but in the end I let my Mom talk me into 
doing it.

     The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean, 
Christmas came along, and usually that was my favorite day 
of the whole year, but now it was just another day that I 
couldn't do anything with Elizabeth because there were too 
many people around. We did kiss under the mistletoe, but I 
couldn't even stick my tongue in her mouth.

     Finally New Year's Eve arrived. The other kids teased us 
about missing the big family celebration -- which was a real 
tease, because all we ever did was have cocoa while we 
watched TV. I was real careful to hide how excited I was, but 
it was tough because my cock felt harder and bigger than ever 
and every time I caught a glimpse of Elizabeth or heard her 
voice my dick jerked.

     We got over to the Maxwell's house -- that was the couple 
we were babysitting for -- about 6, just before they left for 
their party. They told us there was lots of food and pop in the 
fridge, and left the phone number in case of trouble. I didn't 
pay much attention, except when they repeated that they 
wouldn't be home until 2, and more likely 3. They showed us 
where the sheets and pillows were to make up the couch -- 
that was where I was going to sleep -- and finally got out the 
door.

     At 7 we held a New Year's celebration for the twins with 
noisemakers and ice cream, figuring that would give them 
time to wind down and actually get to sleep at 8, their 
normal bedtime. It worked. We waited until 8:30, just to 
make sure they were really asleep. When Elizabeth peeked in 
their room, both the girls were out, snoring quietly. 

     While we had waited for them to settle down and drift 
off, Elizabeth and me had been kissing and hugging on the 
couch, so my cock was in agony pressing against my jeans and 
my hormones were at their peak. I could hardly wait for what 
would come next.

     Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she 
was supposed to sleep, while she got ready. She cautioned me 
not to take off anything except my shoes and socks, because 
she didn't "want to miss any of the show."

     I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone awhile. I 
wondered if maybe she was gonna change into something sexy 
like the women in the magazines wear -- you know, some 
kind of sheer nightgown or panties with the crotch cut out. I'd 
seen Elizabeth around the house in her pajamas or 
nightgowns, but those never showed too much. Of course, that 
didn't mean I didn't like looking at her in them, anyway, but I 
did think about what she might look like in something fancy.

     But when she came into the room she was dressed just 
like before -- a loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue blouse 
with long sleeves and a white sweater-vest. Nothing fancy.

     I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because 
she laughed and asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel Welch. 
I got afraid she might think I didn't like her so I started to 
tell her how pretty she was, but she told me it was all right.

     Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started 
kissing and stuff. It was good, like always, but I couldn't stop 
thinking about what was ahead. I think Elizabeth was anxious, 
too, because before too long she got off the bed.

     We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at each 
other for a minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I sure I wanted 
to do this. I said yeah, was she? I was worried again, maybe 
she was having second thoughts. But she said she was just 
making sure, that she didn't want to push me into anything. 
Then she looked down at my crotch and said it sure didn't look 
like I was being pushed in. She could see my cock was pushing 
out against my jeans like a balloon getting ready to bust.

     So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair, I 
already had my socks off, so she kicked off her shoes and 
pointed at me. "Your turn," she said.

     I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she 
saw I still had a T-shirt on underneath, but she went ahead 
anyway and took off her sweater. I said she should take off 
her blouse too, and she gave in and did it.

     She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I didn't 
care. This was the first time I'd gotten a really good look at 
the breasts I'd had my hands on, and they looked as good as I'd 
thought. Not real big, but not too small either. They kind of 
bulged out of the bra a little.

     It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt 
ashamed because I had no hair on my chest, so I crossed my 
arms in front of me. Besides, I didn't know what else to do 
with them.

     Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should take 
off her top first, like I did, but she wouldn't give in this time.

     She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a dark 
stain on the front again. This was my first look at her full 
body, in full light. She was round all over -- not fat, I mean, 
but good looking, no bony knees or stuff. 

     I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and 
pulled them partway down, my boner was set free and stuck 
the front of my boxers out like a tent.

     Up till then we really hadn't shown each other anything we 
hadn't already seen. But something was going to change soon, 
and we both knew it. We just looked at each other again for a 
minute or so. Then Elizabeth put her hands behind her back. 
When she brought them forward again, her bra came loose and 
she tossed it aside. Her breasts sagged just a little, but they 
still stood out. And now I could see her nipples, and the dark 
circles around them. I licked my lips, trying to think of 
something smart to say, but I couldn't.

     "So how do I look?" That was Elizabeth. She looked like 
she didn't know what to do with her hands, either -- she 
crossed them under her breasts, then put them on her hips, 
then just hung them at her sides.

     "You're beautiful," I said, and I really meant it. She was. 
The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

     She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a hand 
and brushed it against the side of her breast. The next thing 
you know, we were hugging and kissing. I couldn't get over 
feeling my sister's breasts pressing into my chest, just skin 
to skin.

     After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one of 
us said a word. I could hear my heart pounding away like a 
drum, and I was surprised Elizabeth didn't say anything about 
it, it seemed so loud. Every time I took a breath, I held it for 
a long time before I let it out.

     We were looking right into each other's eyes. I don't think 
we even blinked. Then there was some kind of signal between 
us. I don't even know what it was. But at the same time we 
both reached down and pulled down the last bits of cloth and 
there we were: completely naked.

     My cock stood out longer and stiffer than I'd ever seen it 
before. It was pointing straight at Elizabeth's mound, where 
she had a patch of soft-looking hair. I couldn't see much more 
of her crotch, just the top of the folds, but I knew what was 
down there.

     I don't know about Elizabeth, but I hadn't really thought 
much about what would come next. I mean, I'd had dreams and 
stuff, but mostly just about seeing her. I never really 
believed I'd get to do that, much less anything else.

     She got back onto the bed, though, and got on her back. 
When she spread her legs apart I could see everything. I just 
stared. I'd never seen a woman's hole before, but just the 
sight of it almost made me cum.

     Elizabeth finally asked me if I was just going to look or 
what. I snapped out of it and crawled onto the bed next to her.



     When we started kissing, she rolled over and wrapped her 
legs around me and my cock was pushed right up against her 
mound. I could feel some juices from her slit when it rubbed 
against my balls.

     I thought I was in heaven. My hands went all over my 
sister's body. I remember sliding my hand up and down her leg 
as it was wrapped around my waist; it was smooth as silk.

     She even pressed down on my shoulders and put my lips 
onto her breasts. I got the idea right away. I kissed and licked 
at the sides, going from one to the other, working my way 
right up to the nipples. They were already hard, like little 
gumdrops. I even nipped at them, and Elizabeth seemed to like 
that.

     When I moved back up and kissed her again, real slow, she 
slid her hand down and put her fingers around my cock. I shot 
almost as soon as she started rubbing. This time, though, 
instead of getting up to wash it off her stomach, Elizabeth 
just rubbed it in. She even took some of it on her finger and 
put it into her mouth and licked it off.

     I was so wiped out by my orgasm that I just lay back for a 
minute. When I looked over again, Elizabeth was on her back 
with both hands on her crotch as she fingered herself.

     I felt dumb for forgetting that she had needs too. I started 
to apologize, but she said to stop talking and help her out, so 
I did. I put my fingers inside her while I rolled over and 
started licking her breasts again. They were saltier than 
before; I guess we were both getting pretty sweaty by then. 
Anyway, it wasn't long before Elizabeth started bucking her 
hips up in the air and groaning, and finally she put her hands 
on mine to make me stop fingering her while she just jerked 
and shook.

     I lay back again. I was kind of hoping she'd want to do it 
again in a little while, because my cock was getting harder 
again. I'd never done it to myself twice in one night, so I 
wasn't sure if I could, but my dick sure felt like it.

     Well, after a minute or two Elizabeth was breathing more 
normal, and she turned on her side facing me, propping up her 
head with one hand. She just looked at me, not saying 
anything. I felt a little funny, 'cause I didn't think I was much 
to look at.

     But then she started talking. Her voice was real low and 
quiet. She told me that she really liked what we'd been doing, 
and that I made her feel real good. I told her I felt the same 
way. I said it felt great because she made me all excited, she 
was so pretty, and she made me feel warm inside, too.

     What did I mean by that, she wanted to know. Well, I knew 
what I meant, but I hadn't wanted to say anything. I'd been 
feeling that way for a long time, only I didn't think Elizabeth 
did. But now, lying there naked next to her, it seemed dumb to 
hold anything back. I rolled over facing her.

     "I love you, Sis," I said. My voice wavered a little, I was so 
nervous. "I really do. I --"

     That's when she leaned over and kissed me, real hard. We 
held each other close and she whispered in my ear that she 
loved me, too.

     And then she said that because we loved each other, maybe 
we could do something else. Honestly, I didn't know what she 
meant. I know that sounds really stupid, but you got to 
remember we'd been kissing and making out for months, and 
nothing more. I mean, this was my sister, after all.

     I didn't know what she meant, but I just nodded and said it 
was OK. I figured there wasn't anything Elizabeth would want 
to do that I wouldn't like. I loved her that much.

     So she told me to roll onto my back again, and she got up 
and swung her legs around so she was straddling my knees.

     Then she took my cock in her hands and stroked it, real 
gently. It didn't take much before it was as stiff as a pole 
again.

     "Now do you know what I'm going to do?" she said. I shook 
my head. She smiled.

     "I'm going to put this inside me, Tommy. I think you'll like 
it."

     I was stunned. She was gonna fuck me! Here I was, some 
dumb 14-year-old, and I was gonna have sex with this 
beautiful woman, my own sister. It didn't seem possible.

     "Well, say something," she said.

     "Wow," I said.

     But then I thought of something. "What about -- babies?"

     She told me it was all taken care of. She was using a 
diaphragm. She explained that that's some kind of dojigger 
she put inside her, and put some goo on it, and it keeps the 
sperm from getting in. She said she'd gotten one a few 
months ago from her doctor, just 'cause one of her girlfriends 
dared her. She would have gotten the Pill, but there was no 
way she could really hide that in our house, so she got a 
diaphragm and kept it in her school locker -- next to the 
vibrator, I guess. Anyway, she said that there was no way she 
could get pregnant.

     I didn't completely understand how it worked, but by then 
I wasn't going to argue. I couldn't wait to do it.

     Elizabeth scooted forward until the base of my dick was 
right against her slit. She rubbed her hips back and forth a 
few times, and then she kind of rose and squatted over me, 
grabbing my cock in one hand and pointing the head of it right 
at her hole.

     I had a perfect view, and it was incredible. Poking out of 
her hand, the head of my cock looked huge, and when she 
rubbed it across her slit there looked like there was no way 
it was gonna fit.

     She told me again that she loved me, and said that she 
wanted to show me how much. She said nothing that we did 
out of love could be wrong.

     Then she lowered herself onto me.

     When my cock first pressed against her, it just slid away. 
It took two or three tries before she got it in just the right 
place. Then my dick slipped in between her pussy lips, and 
they got wider and wider apart until the whole head slipped 
in and the lips closed around my shaft and hugged it tight as 
she lowered herself all the way. She did it real slow, so it 
was two or three minutes before she was done and my cock 
was all the way inside her, with her pussy lips right against 
my balls.

     There's nothing that can describe how that felt. It was the 
best thing in the world. Her pussy was all warm inside, and it 
was so tight I thought my cock could never move.

     But then Elizabeth started to hump up and down on it. 
Pretty soon I started answering, humping my dick into her.

     It felt so good I was sure I'd shoot my wad right away. But 
instead I just stayed hard, which was great because I didn't 
want this feeling to ever end. For a few minutes I just lay 
back and watched as Elizabeth's body bounced up and down, or 
I looked at the way her pussy lips stretched around my shaft 
and her juices oozed out and coated my cock. She had her eyes 
closed, but from the way she was moaning I know she liked 
what we were doing, too.

     Then I stared at the way her breasts bobbed up and down. 
They looked so good I just had to grab them, and I caressed 
them and stroked my sister's sides. We kept it up like that 
for, I don't know, it must have been at least 15 or 20 minutes. 
Sometimes Elizabeth would bend down and kiss me, and I'd 
slide my hands down to her ass and pull her down onto me 
even harder. 

     She had another orgasm, and by this time I knew to just 
hold my cock steady until her tremors eased up. 

     When she slid off of my cock, it was still rock hard. 
Before I could get upset, though, she told me she didn't want 
to stop, just shift positions. This time she got on her back 
and had me kneel in between her legs.

     Her cunt was so wet and slippery by then that my dick 
went in on the first try, right up to the hilt. I moved up so 
that it was completely buried in my sister's tight twat and 
started stroking it in and out.

     In that position it was easier to kiss. I let my hands roam 
all over her while we pushed our tongues together, and I even 
made her jump a little when I put my tongue in her ear.

     We kept fucking like that for at least another half-hour. 
Part of the time my cock was almost numb, we'd been 
humping so long. It even slipped out of Elizabeth's pussy 
completely one time. She kept humping up at the air while she 
grabbed at my cock and held it while I stuffed it back in.

     By that time we were both so hot that I couldn't see 
straight and Elizabeth was pounding her fists on the mattress 
and calling out my name over and over again.

     Finally she called out that she was gonna cum again and 
she wanted me to cum inside her. "Fill me up," she said. "Fuck 
me harder, Tommy! Fill my cunt!"

     I'd never heard anyone in my family talk like that, and to 
hear those words coming from the mouth of my beautiful, 
sexy older sister while my cock was driving into her pussy 
was too much. I shouted out that I was cumming, too, and I 
did. This time it was like a bomb, with gobs and gobs spurting 
out of my shaft, and Elizabeth took it all inside her, and she 
came with me.

     I lay on top of her for awhile, telling her how much I loved 
her and how good she'd made me feel. When my cock had 
shriveled all the way up, I rolled off and we just hugged for 
awhile.

     By then the room was pretty steamy and you could smell 
our sex real strong. Elizabeth said we should open up the 
windows and let it air out a little while we took a shower. 
She meant the both of us!

     I was sure I was through for the night, but when the warm 
water started spraying over us and trickling down my sister's 
naked body my cock sprang right back to life. Elizabeth saw it 
right away, and I could tell even she was surprised.

     It was pretty awkward in the shower, but there was no 
way either one of us was gonna settle for just jacking off by 
then. Fucking was way too much better.

     This time Elizabeth put her back against one of the shower 
walls and I got right up next to her. She wrapped her legs 
around my ass while I held her up, and it took some doing but 
we were able to get my dick into her cunt.

     I was afraid to move much at first, and Elizabeth couldn't 
move her hips in or out, but she started wiggling from side to 
side and that felt pretty good, too. Eventually I got so horny I 
didn't care what happened and I just started bucking my hips, 
slamming my big old dick into her hot tunnel over and over 
and over. Our moans were echoing off the shower walls.

     It was crazy, sliding around the shower while my cock 
was stuck right inside her, humping away. When I came my 
legs got so weak we almost fell, but Elizabeth manager to get 
her feet down in time to support us both.

     By the time we dried off it was too late to do anything 
else even if we'd wanted to, not with the Maxwells coming 
home who knew when. So we just got into our night clothes 
and held each other and kissed and snuggled until we heard 
their car pull up. Then I snuck down into the living room and 
crawled onto the couch for the night.

     Now that we know what fucking is like, I don't know how 
Elizabeth and I are going to get by with anything less, and 
being around each other at our house without being able to do 
it is driving me crazy. A friend of hers whose family is going 
out of town this weekend loaned Elizabeth her house keys, so 
we're hoping we can sneak away at least once. But after that, 
I don't know what we can do. Elizabeth said maybe we'll have 
to let somebody else in on our secret. I don't want to share 
her with anyone, but, maybe, if Susan was interested ...


