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Subject: NEW STORY (Second Try): The Charmer, Part 1A 

                      THE CHARMER, PART IA

                               by 

                             RHYMER
     
     This is the story of how I discovered my special talent ten
sweet years ago, and how it's kept me in more pussy than I can
handle ever since.  First things first, so let's start at home...

     I went through puberty kinda late.  I was almost fourteen
before the surge of hormones hit, and suddenly I went from being a
slim androgynous kid who'd never even thought of sex to a lanky
adolescent with nothing else on my mind.  The changes were drastic:
my voice deepened and roughened, I got hair in the damnedest places
(especially down there), and my pecker doubled in size practically
overnight.  I got real interested in sports and it wasn't long
before I was developing some nice muscles, if I do say so myself. 
A glimpse of a nice-looking girl, any nice-looking girl, would get
my cock rock hard and send me running for the nearest bathroom to
jerk off.  And that's a problem when you're living at home with
three good-looking women.
     I knew I had to have sex soon or die trying, but I didn't know
what to do.  Then it hit me, like a bolt out of the blue!  I was
lying in bed, rubbing my dick idly and reading a tabloid for fun,
when I saw an article that set my heart racing ninety miles a
minute.  It was about a twelve year old kid somewhere in Europe
who'd managed to seduce four of his school teachers!  It never
would have come out, but the little stud had gotten them all
pregnant.  No shit, I'm not making this up.  All the teachers said
that the kid was a born charmer, and that they just couldn't say no
to him.
     This appealed to me outrageously.  I've always been popular;
everyone says I'm a real engaging character, the kind who can charm
the shirt right off your back.  I wondered if that was true... 
With my good looks and glib tongue, I've always been able to get
away with anything, especially with my family.  This set the ol'
wheels turning in my mind, and soon I had myself a Plan.  I had to
jack off twice in a row after that just to calm myself down so that
I could work out the details.
     It was a week or so before an opportunity to try things out
presented itself.  It was Saturday, and my folks decided to go out
to the Zoo in Fort Worth.  My oldest sister, 17 year old Tammy,
went with them; so did my seven year old brother Zack.  Diane acted
like she was bored to tears about the whole thing -- she had a book
she wanted to read -- and I had baseball practice that morning, so
I couldn't go.  I got home about 11 AM before it got really hot and
found Di curled up on the couch, reading some psychology thing.  I
was sweaty and hot, and the pool seemed like just the thing.  When
I suggested that Di join me, she said OK and went to slip into her
swimsuit.
     Di's three years older than me, and pretty adorable.  She has
the same black hair Mom and I share, and Dad's blue eyes.  I'd been
thinking a lot about her (and Tammy and Mom) since I'd suddenly
noticed girls were different a couple of months before.  She's tall
and willowy, not quite bony, with the nice, regular features
fashion photographers love.  She makes no special attempts to look
good, but does anyhow (she's since gone on to a successful career
in modeling).  Her figure is sort of boyish, practically straight
from shoulders to hips (think of a beefier Kate Moss), and her
breasts are kind of an afterthought, little more than baseball-
sized lumps under the loose tee-shirts she likes to wear.  But her
butt makes up for her lack of a buxom figure.  It's tight, and
round in all the right places, and the way her denim shorts like to
ride up her crack had given me plenty of good looks at the creamy
crescents of her ass-cheeks.  Just thinking about that sent me
running to my bedroom to jam on my fuckstick.  I'd need the control
later to pull off what I wanted to pull off anyhow.  Still, I was
kinda hoping she'd walk in on me and save me the trouble, but she
never did.
     She'd already been in and out of the water before I even got
there, and was lying in a lounge chair sopping wet, with her hair
slicked back.  She was wearing the powder-blue one-piece I liked so
much, the one that was cut practically to her butt-cleavage in the
back.  The water had rendered it semi-transparent, and I could see
the outline of her nipples through the fabric.
     " What took so long? "  she asked curiously.  
     I shrugged.  "Had to pee."
     "'Kay."  She picked up the book she'd been reading, and opened
it while I dove into the water.  I paddled around for a while, then
got out and lay down in my own lounge chair.  I struck up a
conversation, asking her about the book, and gradually maneuvered
the subject around to sports and school.  I told her I thought
school sucked, and didn't care if I never went back again.  She was
concerned: didn't I know I needed the education just to survive
today?  Nah, I said, I'd make it.  There was nothing there I
needed. 
     "Not even girls?" she teased.  I turned beet red and didn't
say anything (I'm a good actor, too).  She looked at me strangely. 
"Come to think of it, I've never heard you mention girls and you've
never had a girlfriend.  You do like girls, don't you?"  
     Damn, she was making my job easy for me!  I hadn't planned to
bring up girls for a while yet.  Of course I'd never had a
girlfriend before, I just got my pubes!  I just let my blush deepen
and said, "Uh, sure I like girls."
     She shrugged.  "Then why don't you get a girlfriend? School's
the best place to find them, you know."
     I lowered my head, and shot a glance at her cloth-covered
pubic mound. So beautiful!  I started to get hard, so I shifted a
little to make it not so obvious, and mumbled, "I just don't find
any of the girls there attractive."
     "You're kiddin' me.  There must be a thousand girls in your
high school, and a lot of them are babes!"  A teasing wheedle came
into her voice.  "C'mon, are you sure you like girls?  You're not
gay, are you?"
     "No way!"  I blurted.  "It's just that the only girls I want
are the ones I can't have."
     "Whaddaya mean? Which girls are those?"
     I mumbled something.  "Speak up, Jamey!"  she said, concerned.
     "I said,"  I exclaimed, "I'm only attracted to you and Tammy
and Mom!"  That wasn't too far from the truth.
     Di stood there, stunned, then: "Oh, Jamey, I'm so sorry.  But
that's wrong.  I mean, it's flattering, 'coz you're a really good-
looking guy, but it's wrong.  Maybe you should go see a shrink or
something."
     "The stuff I read said it was normal, to want your Mom and
sisters,"  I shot back.  "Sigmund Freud, you know?"  Of course she
did.  She was reading his book.  I lay back so she could my woody
tenting the front of my Speedo.  She gasped, looked away, then did
a double-take and looked back.  My cock was about 8 inches then
(it's grown since!) and I knew from reading Dad's porno mags that
that was enough to make any woman look twice.  I looked at her with
infinite sadness.  "It's all I think about."
     "I'm sorry, but it ain't gonna happen."  Her eyes had left my
cock, but she was still sneaking surreptitious glances downward as
she looked me in the face.  My prick twitched; it knew what she was
looking at!
     "Then it'll never happen, ever,"  I said dejectedly.  "I'll
never be with a girl, because I'll never meet a girl who holds a
candle to the beautiful women in my own family."  
   Di looked like she was going to cry.  "Oh, James, baby, no! It
would be a tragedy for a guy as good looking as you with such a
nice -- uh -- body to give up on love this early in life.  "  She
glanced again it my hard virgin cock, and I could hear a catch in
her breath as she said, "I could -- no, we're related.  I'm sorry. 
You'll just have to go on, give it up."  
     "I know," I said, and signed.  "But -- I don't know, I guess
I need a little help before I give up the dream.  I know I'm gonna
sound like a perverted little shit, but could I just see you nude?
Just once?"
     "What!"  
     "You're the one who brought up girls, y'know.  Otherwise you'd
never have know about my...problem.  It's not like I'm coming on to
you or anything.  This is my only fantasy, to see you nude once. 
I don't even want to touch you. Give a guy a break, huh?"  Then the
clincher: "What's it gonna harm, except my ego if you turn me
down?"
     She was always a softy, and that melted her.  Without a word,
she stood up lithely and slipped out of that one-piece.  My God,
she was gorgeous!  Her proud little breasts were like scoops of
vanilla ice cream topped with cherries; those cherries wrinkled and
stiffened in the breeze as I watched.  He puss was liberally
sprinkled with dark brown hair, and I could see a glimmer of wet
pink through her thatch.  Her body was firm and taut, corded with
muscle from her time on the swim team.
     "Turn around,"  I said softly, and she did.  There was that
fabulous ass, white as cream and just as delicious.  Her gluteus
muscles flexed as she stood on her toes, and I swore I could see a
thin line of liquid dripping down one thigh.  Just water, probably
-- but maybe I was turning her on.  I moaned, and Mr. Happy got
harder than ever.  Now the tip was peeking out of the top of my
Speedo, and was leaking a little.  Then she turned around and said
what I'd prayed she would: "Now you."
     I stood slowly, carefully, making sure she noted the condition
of my cock as I did.  Then I pulled the tight bathing suit off; my
cock sprang free and wobbled a little in the open air.  I stilled
it with one hand as she said, "Oh my God, that's unbelievable.  I
thought you were still a little kid!"  I smiled.  I was til just a
few months ago, then I got lucky in the genital lottery.  
     This was in the bag.  I sat slowly back down in the lounge,
and lay back, pushing my butt up a bit so that my cock strained
toward the sky in all its glory.  She stepped closer.  
     "Do you think I'm handsome, Di?" I asked her softly.  "In your
honest opinion."
     "I think you're beautiful," she said.  By now she was close
enough that I imagined that I could feel the heat radiating off her
cunt, which I now saw was wet with more than water!  I was sick
with excitement, but something at the core of me remained cool and
in control.
     "You are too.  We-we both are,"  I stammered, breathing
heavily as I sat up.  "Oh, Di, I love you so much!"  I burst out,
wrapping my arms around her pretty waist.  Then, without further
ado, I kissed her right on the snatch.  It took all my courage to
do it, but I did it.
     She gasped, started to jerked away, but the gasp turned into
a long drawn-out moan when I thrust my tongue up her slit, and then
she pressed my head into her with both hands.  She tasted funky, a
little salty, and just as delicious as anything I'd ever tasted. 
I don't care what anyone says, pussy is nature's most perfect food,
and that first taste was the best.  My trepidation disappeared like
ice cream on a hot day, and I started licking and sucking and
jabbing with my tongue, in my inexpert but effective way, like
pussy was about to go out of style.  We stood there, locked in that
awkward embrace, for a sweet eternity before she started to shake
all over and I heard her shout out my name: "Oh, JamEEEE!"  I guess
that was an orgasm.
     She almost collapsed there by the pool, but I caught her in
time.  "Did you like it?"  I asked uncertainly.  Her eyes widened. 
She didn't say anything, just grabbed me by the arm and dragged me
into the house to her bedroom.  Then she lay me down and the bed
and started licking my balls.  I was so hot I shot off immediately,
showering  her elfin face with come, before she even made it to my
prick!  I gasped and moaned, expecting that it was all over, but
she kept sucking and soon the ol' fuckstick was hard as ever.  She
paused long enough to breath.  "God, I can't believe we're doing
this.  I mean, you're my brother!"   She was rubbing her clit the
whole time, and so the last word came out as a moan.  "Ah, oh, it's
making me so hot.  I can't calm down."   Then she was away again. 
Di kept it up until I was as hard as I'd been since I'd first
disrobed, just a few short minutes ago.  Then my sister straddled
my waist, her back to me, and slowly impaled herself on my rigid
tool.
     I can't adequately describe the sensations of my first fuck. 
My cock was moving slowly into a tight, slippery tunnel that was
far too small for it.  I felt like it had a million sides that were
all feeding a multitude of stimuli to my balls, nipples, brain,
heart, top of my head and bottom of my feet.  She slid up and came
down, then reached back to find my hands and place them on her
titties.  She showed me how to knead them and tweak the hard little
nips, and I showed her what a good learner I was by picking it up
instantly.  She moaned as she slid up again, then back down; so did
I.  I knew I wasn't going to last long.
     "Oh James, oh JAMEY, oh little baby brother, ah God, shit,
you're not so little anymore, are you?"  She moaned as she moved up
and down over me.  I was beyond speech; I was probably just
drooling like an imbecile then.  Little stars were exploding in my
skull like firecrackers.  I was gonna come soon, even if Di didn't. 
     Another ten strokes, maybe, was all it took.  She screeched
like a triumphant cat (Geez, what would the Needemeyers next door
think?) and her pussyhole spasmed around my rod, flooding it with
cream.  She clamped around my cock so hard I'd have thought she'd
have squeezed it shut but fortunately that wasn't the case.  As I
exploded inside her, Di rolled away quickly, and managed to catch
the second blast in her mouth.  I passed out for a split second; I
came to to find her mouth still on my cock.  She proceeded to milk
me dry, squeezing and pulling my pud until the last bit of juice
was gone.  By then, I was moaning like a dying man, and I was
enveloped in a rosy glow; it felt like the time a few years before
when I was the hospital after I broke my leg, when the doc gave me
morphine.  I felt like I could move the world, only I couldn't move
a muscle.
     Di hovered above me and kissed me hotly.  I returned the favor
as best I could.  "That was great, little bro, the most intense
I've ever, ever had,"  she said when she came up for air.  
     "Can we do it again sometime?"  I croaked.
     "Do you think you'll ever recover?"  she teased, running a
finger around my left nipple.  I felt a faint twinge of lust in my
loins.  The she looked at me seriously.  "I -- it was great, but
I'm just not certain.  I mean, it could cause problems..."  she
looked away, then looked at my cock, which was still long and
limber and gleaming with our combined juices.  "Oh, hell, I have to
think.  And I need a shower, anyway."  With that, she was gone, and
I fell into a well-deserved sleep.
     I woke up just in time to take a shower myself and to retrieve
our discarded swimsuits, now the only evidence of our illicit
affair.  I was feeling chipper by now, and by the time the rest of
the family walked in the door I was starting to formulate the plan
for my next conquest: 17 year old Tammy.

 

