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 What Mom and Dad Don't Know
   An Erotic Novel by Peter Teamo
   This is a work of fiction.  Names, places, characters and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
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events or locales is entirely coincidental.
   What Mom and Dad Don't Know (C) 2005 by Peter Teamo
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   Chapter 2
   It didn't take her long.
   Before he had decided what he was going to do, he heard her coming up
the stairs.  And she didn't have the quick, light-hearted step that usually
characterized her walk.  This time, her steps were heavy, measured, moving
inexorably up the stairs, past the door to her own room, and stopping
before his.  He steeled himself for her knock, but no knock sounded. 
Instead, the door swung open, and for the first time, his sister violated
the privacy of his personal sanctuary.
   She just stood there, glaring at him, carrying his clothes under one arm
and clutching the opened nudist magazine in the other hand.  She didn't
even appear to notice that he was stretched out, naked, on his bed with his
cock hanging out.
   "I suppose you can explain the meaning of all this," she said in a
deceptively calm voice.
   He reached for the bedspread, to pull it over himself, but then decided
not to.  "You should have knocked," he said defiantly.
   "I'm the oldest.  When Mom and Dad are gone, I'm in charge.  I don't
have to knock."
   When he made no response, she said, "Cover yourself, you little turd! 
You are disgusting me."
   "No.  You're the one who burst in here, disturbing my privacy." He
stretched his legs a little farther apart, displaying his cock even more
fully.
   "Hmmph!  I've seen naked guys before.  So don't think your vulgar
display bothers me, you disgusting little pervert."
   He started to spit back a stinging retort, just like the little kid she
thought he was, but something about her demeanor stopped him.  Although she
was trying to act calm and in control, she was actually flustered.  He
could tell because her cheeks and her neck were starting to turn red and
she was purposely avoiding looking at his cock.  She was lying about being
disturbed.  She may have seen naked guys before, but seeing him naked was
throwing her for a loop.  Like it had Anne.  Anne had said that without his
clothes on, he looked mature. . . .  What if he could convince his sister
that he wasn't an immature little shit?  It had worked with her friend,
hadn't it?
   "I'm waiting for an explanation," she said, tapping her foot
impatiently. "I'm not going to leave this room until I get one.  Something
has happened here, something major, and I'm just about ready to call Mom
and Dad."
   A stab of fear shot through him, but then he realized it was the same
threat she always made.  A threat she had never carried out.  God, why
hadn't he ever seen through all that bluster before?  She was just a girl!
A silly girl who felt self-important and was full of insecurities.  Not
much different from himself, but she had tits.  And he had the balls!
   "Sit down," he growled.
   "I will not sit down on a bed in a bedroom with a naked guy--even if is
only my shitty little brother.  And you have a lot of explaining to do,
buster!  Why have you dirtied my pretty pink tablecloth?  You've had
someone over, haven't you?  Probably one of your perverted friends.  Did
you both pull off your clothes in the living room so that you could play
dirty little games together?" she asked vehemently, holding his clothes up,
then tossing them into the corner.  "And why," she went on, piercing him
with a malevolent stare, "is there the smell of sex in the kitchen."
   He looked at her in alarm.  "Y-You can smell sex?"
   "Don't change the subject!"
   Fuck!  He was in a world of shit.  "Sit down," he said in his deepest
and most authoritative voice, "and I'll explain everything."
   She gave him a dubious look, and then moved toward the corner of his
bed. He pulled back one leg, bending his knee, to make room for her to sit.
The action made his cock more prominent.  Unable to resist the attraction
any longer, she stared at it.  Her red coloring deepened.  "You ought to be
ashamed of yourself," she said in a stern voice, but its tone softer than
before.  "I suppose you're proud of that big thing."
   "Some people find it interesting," he remarked.
   "Like who?  Guys?"
   He rolled my eyes.  "Molly," he chided.  "You don't think I'm gay, do
you?"
   "Then what were you and your perverted friends doing with this?" she
asked, brandishing the nudist magazine.  "Playing with yourselves?"
   He caught his breath, deciding just how much he should tell her.  She
had an uncanny way of uncovering his lies and that only complicated his
troubles.  But he couldn't tell her the truth, could he?  He sighed.  It
would be a lot less worse than what she was imagining.  But how much of the
truth should he reveal?
   "I'm a nudist," he confessed.
   "You're a pervert!" she retorted, shaking the magazine in his face.
   "Nudism is not perversion!" He trembled, forcing himself to remain calm,
then grabbed the magazine from her hand and quickly found the picture of
the happy nudist family that her friend Anne had found so enamoring. 
"Here! Look at this!"
   She took one look and announced, "That's disgusting!"
   "It's a family," he tried desperately to explain.  "A happy family--not
a bunch of perverts.  Look, isn't he cute?" He pointed to the little boy.
   She studied the picture for a moment.  "Cute has nothing to do with it,"
she announced.  "There are even pictures downstairs in the family Bible of
cute little cherubs with their pee-pees showing.  But what about her?" Her
accusing finger pointed at the naked little boy's equally naked little
sister.
   "She's cute too."
   "See?  You're a pervert!"
   "What a minute!" he defended himself.  "Why is it okay for a girl to
look at a naked little boy and think he's cute but wrong for a guy to look
at a little girl?"
   She eyed me with exasperation.  "Because the girl does not what to fuck
the little boy!" she spit out.
   He eyed her in breathless shock.  "Is that what you think?  That I want
to fuck that little girl?  Well, you're way off base there!  If I wanted to
fuck anybody, it would be this one--" He stabbed his finger toward the
smiling teenage daughter "--or this one." He indicated the mother.
   Now, she was shocked.  "Why, she's a mother!  Just like our own
mother--I suppose you'd want to fuck her, too," she snorted.
   "In a heartbeat," he admitted.
   Her eyes widened in horror.
   "You, too."
   "Me?  You'd want to fuck me?  Your own sister?"
   He leered at her, enjoying watching her squirm.  Usually, the shoe was
on the other foot.  "Sure, why not.  You're not grown up, yet, but you're
still about the sexiest girl I've seen.  You've got great tits--just like
Mom.  And you've got to admit, she's pretty hot-looking--for an older
woman. But don't get your hopes up, blood is thicker than water.  I would
never fuck either one of you...unless of course, you really wanted it."
   "Don't hold your breath!" she responded, and then she stared directly at
my cock.  "You've...turned into a cocky little shit, haven't you?"
   They were making progress.  "Cocky little shit" was a big step up from
"little turd."
   "I suppose," he said.  "It's called growing up.  Nice of you to notice."
   "Okay, you're not a pervert," she conceded.  "Just kinky--"
   She was interrupted by the "Hallelujah Chorus" from Handel's Messiah,
her current cell phone ring tone.  She was telephone oriented, carrying her
cell phone with her at all times in a holster that was either slung over
her shoulder or belted around her waist.  He wouldn't have been surprised
if she wore the damn thing into the shower.  If it ever became possible to
have a cell phone permanently implanted, he imagined she'd be one of the
first to do so.
   She answered on the third "Hallelujah."
   "Oh, hi, Anne!...Nothing.  I just got home a few minutes ago.  I have to
straighten the place up--you know how it is.  Rory has left the place in a
mess....You were?...No, he didn't tell me....Actually, Mom made the egg
salad....A perfect gentleman?  Are we talking about the same person here,
Anne?...You want to talk to who?...Studly?" Puzzled, she held the phone out
for her brother.
   Rory took the phone and turned away to avoid his sister's gaze.  "Hi,
Anne," he said in a low voice, making an effort to keep the conversation
private.
   "Hi, lover!  Miss me?"
   "Ah, yeah."
   "I miss you too.  Have you told your sister about everything?"
   "No, not yet."
   "You know what would be great?  If she was a nudist, too--like us.  Then
we could get together whenever we wanted.  All of us."
   He cast a glance toward his scowling sister.  "That's not going to
happen," he said.
   "I know," she said with a pained groan.  "I can't wait 'til we can get
together again."
   "Me either."
   "Love you, Studly."
   "Yeah.  You too, Pickles."
   He handed the phone back to his sister who said a few more things to
Anne, then jammed the phone back into its holster.
   There was fire in her eyes when she turned her attention back to him. 
"What's all this Studly and Pickles shit?" she demanded.
   "We're going steady," he said.  "Those are our private names for each
other."
   "You're lying," she said.  But it was apparent that she wasn't as sure
of herself as she had been when she burst through his door.
   Her brother, however, was having a ball.  While he was thoroughly
enjoying being stark naked in front of her, she was clearly disoriented. 
This was not the way things were supposed to happen in her
femininely-oriented world.  He was not supposed to flaunt his masculinity,
openly and with pride.  He was supposed to be a good little boy--a
subservient little shit.  Well, things had changed--and he had an idea he
was about to shake up her world even more.
   "Well, anyway, when I got home," he went on, "since you and the folks
were both gone and I had the house to myself for a while, I decided to
practice my nudism--"
   "Practice your nudism!  You ran around this house--our home--naked?"
   He grinned.  "Yeah.  It's neat.  Anyway, when Anne called--"
   "She called here?  And you talked to her--while yow were naked?"
   He shrugged.  "It wasn't such a big deal."
   "Not a big deal!  It's gross!" she said in disgust.
   "When she found out that I was nude--"
   "You told her?"
   "It slipped out."
   "Good God!  Anne's such a blabbermouth, she'll tell everybody.  How will
I ever be able to face people again when they find out that my little
brother--who's big enough to be a man--" she tacked on, with an accusing
glance toward my cock "--runs around the house naked all day long!"
   "So, anyway, when she heard that, she rushed right over--"
   "You're lying!  Anne would not rush over here to see you nude."
   "Actually, you're right.  She rushed over here, hoping to see me not
nude.  She thought I was bluffing."
   "So then what happened?" she said tightly, fighting to keep her self
control.
   "Well, she got out of her clothes and we turned it into sort of a date."
   "That is malicious slander and I am not going to listen to it!  My
friend Anne would never take off her clothes in front of someone like you!"
   "You're right again," he admitted.  "She kept her panties on."
   "Oh!  You're so disgusting!" She pulled out her cell phone and punched
in a number.  "If you're lying, you disgusting little piece of shit--Anne!
It's me again.  Sorry to bother you but my brother's been telling me the
most--huh?  It's probably all true?  How can you say that when you haven't
even heard what he had to say?"
   As Molly listened, her spirit sagged and her body with it.  "Almost to
third base!  My God, Anne!  Why?" She looked at her brother with a puzzled
expression.  "Sure he's cute, but--....Manly?  All right, I'll give you
that....Anne!  You can't possibly be serious!  I'm his sister, and I have a
hard time loving him.  How can you--....Yes, of course, if that's what you
want." She flipped the phone shut.  "She said to give you her love."
   "Thanks."
   Molly turned to her brother.  "Did you two have sex?"
   Rory reacted with surprise.  "Have sex?  How could we if she kept her
panties on?"
   "If you'd had sex, then maybe I could understand it.  But this...."
   He got up and moved to stand before his sister with his cock directly in
front of her face.  It wasn't an accident.  He was a quick
learner--sometimes--and it hadn't taken him long to realize his power was
in his cock.  The sight of it, so boldly presented, had been disorienting,
first to Anne, and now to his sister.  It was his magic wand.
   "Get over it," he told her.
   She caught her breath as she studied his prick at close range for the
first time.
   "I'm your best friend's boyfriend, so I deserve the proper respect. 
You're just going to have to deal with it.  Now, let's go down and order
pizza."
   She sighed and let him guide her too her feet.  "I'll put on some
clothes if I'm embarrassing you," he offered.
   "Embarrassing me?  Hmmph!  You're the one with his dick hanging out."
She turned smartly and started for the door.
   He took that as permission to continue his naturist experiment. 
Snagging the nudist magazine, he followed behind her with a spring in his
step, barefoot and bare-assed.
   Molly was subdued, thoughtful, and said little until they had finished
their pizza.  Finally, she looked at her brother and said, "Rory, are you
really serious about this nudism thing?"
   "Don't I look serious?"
   "You look like a dork." Then, her expression softened.  "But not a bad
looking dork, though."
   "Thanks." He grinned.  Molly had hardly taken her eyes off him since
they had come downstairs.  If he had known that taking his clothes off was
the way he tame his sister, he would have done it long ago.  "But to answer
your question, honestly, when I first took my clothes off, it was just a
kinky thing to do--something my friend Freddy and I have always talked
about doing.  But now that I've done it, it's really neat!  I'm in no hurry
to put my clothes back on."
   "Aren't you embarrassed?"
   "I was, at first.  But when I saw how Anne looked at me, it made me kind
of proud."
   "Maybe you're an exhibitionist."
   He gave her a doubtful look.  "Do you really think so?"
   "Does it excite you...sexually?"
   He thought about that.  "Maybe.  A little." He looked down at his cock.
"I'm not aroused, but I'm kind of keyed up--really aware of things, if you
know what I mean."
   "You're an exhibitionist," she said.  "If you want to know the truth,
Rory, you actually look better naked than you do with your clothes on." She
picked up the nudist and magazine and started thumbing through it.  "You'd
probably make a good nudist.  But I could never do it."
   Rory's heartbeat picked up.  Her denial indicated that she was at least
considering it.  He slid down onto the couch beside her.  "I'll bet that's
what every one of the women in that magazine said at first, too."
   "Well, every woman in the magazine is not me," she said.  She pressed
her shoulders firmly against the back of the couch and put the magazine
aside.  And that's, that was left unsaid.
   He let it go, giving up the battle.  For now.  They had already come a
long way from when she burst into his bedroom and viewed his nudity with
scorn.  And, perhaps more importantly, he had changed, too.  His childlike
need for instant gratification was being replaced by more adult, longer
term view.  It was almost as if he had matured a couple of years--and maybe
even more--in a single evening.
   "I was hoping you might be able to help me with a problem," he said
softly.
   "Rory!" She had a tone of exhaustion.  "What possible problem could you
have that tops everything else that's happened this afternoon?"
   "Anne has a virginity problem and she wants me to help her with it."
   It took a moment for that to sink in, then Molly spouted, "Why are you
telling me this?  That's private information."
   "It concerns you," he said.
   "I don't see how--unless you where planning on me holding her down or
something," she sneered.
   "Naw, I don't think she's going to have to be held down." He grinned. 
"But she thinks I know what I'm doing, but I don't.  I've never done it
before."
   "And that's the way it should be.  I think that's wonderful, Rory. 
You'll both be learning together.  That's a beautiful thing."
   "It might not be," he went on.  "If it was just her and me, I could
probably fake it.  But with everyone watching, someone's bound to--"
   "What are you saying?  Everyone watching?"
   "Are you going to Becky's slumber party?"
   "Yes...."
   "That's where she wants me to do it, with all her friends watching and
someone even taking videos--"
   "Someone!" Molly shrieked.  "That's me!  I'm the one who records all our
festivities for posterity.  Oh my God, this is impossible!"
   "Yeah, and if I blow it, not only will I disappoint Anne, but I'll shame
our whole family.  So you've got to help me--"
   "Me?  How can I help you?"
   "You can give me advice, tell me how."
   "You know how!  You got an A in that course."
   "Maybe so.  But reading about it and doing it isn't the same thing.  I
was hoping you could give me some pointers."
   "Me?  I haven't had any experience.  No one's even gotten to second base
with me."
   "Second base, third base--what's all this shit about baseball?"
   "It just something between us girls." She moved closer beside him and
gently teased his thigh with her fingertips, bringing them so close to his
cock that she thought she could feel the heat from it.  "First base is
kissing; second base is top off--"
   "Tits out?"
   "Yeah.  Third base is panties off, and a home run--well, you can figure
that one out yourself."
   "So, no one's seen your tits yet?"
   "Not yet.  No boy, anyway.  Steven's getting close, but he hasn't gotten
there yet."
   "I was hoping you could give me some tips, but I guess I'm glad you
can't."
   She grinned at him.  "Why?  Are you jealous of him?"
   "Naw, I'm not jealous.  I just don't like assholes."
   "Anyway," she said, letting his comment slide, "I don't know what kind
of tips you need.  You just get a girl all worked up and then you put it
in. Foreplay, that's the important thing.  You know all about a girl's
erogenous zones--"
   "You mean, her tits and pussy."
   "Rory!  There's more than that!  I guess a girl is erogenous just about
all over." She gave a little shudder.  "At least I am."
   "Is that why you're not supposed to touch girls?"
   "I suppose."
   "So, what do I do?  Just start at the top and work my way to the
bottom?"
   She rolled her eyes, then said.  "I suppose that's as good a plan as
any."
   "And then, when I get to her pussy, just spread her legs and put it in?"
   "My God!  You can't be serious!  How cruel!"
   "Huh?"
   "What if she's not even wet yet?"
   He stared at her blankly.
   "That's the whole purpose of foreplay, Studly--getting her wet before
you stick that big thing in her.  Otherwise, you're liable to tear her
insides apart."
   He stared down at the big thing she was referring to.  "Oh, yeah.  I
guess you're right.  But how am I supposed to know if she's wet?  Will she
tell me?"
   "Tell you?" She looked at him like he was insane.  "She'll be too busy
gasping and panting!  It's your job to find out if she's ready."
   "But, how?"
   "Stick your finger in and find out!" When he continued to look clueless,
she gave an exasperated groan and went on, "You do know all about a pussy,
don't you?"
   "Oh, yeah!  Sure."
   "Tell me about it."
   He grinned.  Piece of cake.  "A pussy is that hairy hole between a
girl's legs where you fuck her," he recited, as proud as if he were
answering a question correctly in school.
   "A pussy is more than that," she said icily.
   "Oh, yeah.  She pees out of it, too.  And there's a bunch of other
stuff."
   "Other stuff?" She stared at him in disbelief.
   "Actually," he said, "it's pretty much of a jumbled mess down there. 
I've seen a few in Freddy's porn magazines.  If there's not a cock sticking
out of it, you can't even tell where the hole is."
   "Rory!  You are so lame!" She rolled her eyes heavenward.  "The things a
girl has to do for her little brother!" She lifted her hips and flipped her
short skirt up above her waist, and then she slouched back on the coach and
pushed her panty-covered pelvis to the edge of the cushion so that it was
in plain view.  "Here," she said, "is a cunt."
   "Right!  " Rory grinned.  He reached out his hand, but she slapped it
away.
   "Don't touch!"
   "I can't see anything," he protested.  Her white cotton panties revealed
no secrets.
   "Trust me," she said, patting herself between the legs, "it's here." She
drew her finger up and down, tracing her hidden split.  "This is what you
call a pussy.  It's really a vulva.  Down here...is the hole you're
interested in--my vagina...here's my pee-hole, and up here is my clit."
   "Oh, yeah.  I forgot about that.  The clit."
   "Don't ever forget about that--"
   She broke off as her brother reached, again, between her legs.  This
time, he caught her by surprise.  Before she could stop him, his fingers
were sliding back and forth across the stretched material of her panties,
searching for evidence of the pussy underneath.
   He found the groove.  "Wow, I didn't think you'd ever let me feel your
pussy," he said gleefully.
   Her mood was more sullen.  "Neither did I."
   "This is your...vagina?"
   "Here." She directed his fingers.
   "And up here, your clit."
   She caught her breath, affirming his discovery.
   "And do you rub it to masturbate?"
   "I don't masturbate!" she declared.
   "You mean you're not normal?"
   "Well, I don't do it very much."
   "I do it a couple of times a day," he said with a grin.
   "That's certainly not something I'd announce to the world."
   "That's because you're a girl," he said.  "You don't want people to know
you're a nymphomaniac."
   "I'm not a nymphomaniac--what are you doing?"
   "I want to take off your panties so that I can see it."
   "You can't do that!"
   "Come on, Sis," he wheedled.  "Anne won't have her panties on when I
fuck her.  It's just a cunt, right?  Nothing special.  Every girl has one,
and I guess everyone's seen one, except me--everyone who has a sister,
anyway.  I need to know what I'm getting into ahead of time."
   "If you need practice, that's between you and her.  What do you think I
am, a crash test dummy or something?  And I don't like that crack about
everyone who has a sister!  As if I haven't been a good sister to you." But
the accusation had hit home.  Every girl she knew had seen her brother
naked, and their brothers had seen them.  Were sisters responsible for
their brother's sex education?  Surely not!  Yet her body began to quiver
and her insides turned to jelly as her brother continued to ease her
panties down.  For some reason she was helpless to stop him, and as
fascinated as he when a dark line of pussy curls appeared over the top edge
of her panties.  "N-No touching," she finally conceded, holding her breath
as she waited for her most intimate secrets to be exposed for the first
time ever
   "No touching," he affirmed.  Wasting no more time, lest she change her
mind, he yanked her panties down to her crotch, revealing her entire pussy
patch.  It took him only moment more to strip the panties down and off her
legs, lowering himself to the floor and kneeling in front of her as he did
so.  His breathing was heavy and shaky.
   "Wow!" he said.  "You're pretty!"
   "D-Do you really think so?"
   Rory laid his hands on her thighs and pushed them apart, spreading her
legs wide.  "You're better than anything in that magazine," he said,
staring in rapt wonder.  Then, he lowered his face between her thighs and
kissed her muff.
   "Rory!" she squealed.  "I said don't touch." She had to fight
desperately to keep her breathing deep and even.
   But there was no way to distract her brother from what he was doing. 
His thumbs pressed into the spongy edges of her puffy pussy lips and peeled
them apart.  His face drew closer, attracted as much by the subtle scent of
her femininity as by the sight of it...so close that she could feel his hot
breath against her open crotch.
   She opened her mouth to protest again, but her jaw just quivered, the
words unable to be formed.
   Whether it was seeing it in the flesh, or it was because of the lesson
he had just been given, he was easily able to identify all the parts of her
sex.  The mystery that had always puzzled him of the double set of lips was
solved.  The plump ridge of flesh he was holding was one, and the
dark-edged, slightly jagged inner flaps that had been completely hidden
until he had pried those outer ridges apart, must be the other set.  Neat,
how it all fit together, just as if it had been designed that way--although
he couldn't imagine why.  It was all so appealing, an alluring expanse of
slick-looking, glistening pink flesh that was no bigger than his hand.  It
looked so different from the drawings in his school text, with the arrows
and the X's denoting key features.  Her pussy-hole, vagina, was vivid, but
small--it looked hardly big enough to stick a finger in, let along a
cock--like the one that was rapidly filling and knocking back and forth
between his legs.  He wasn't sure about her pee-hole, but he did recognize
her clit--clitoris.  At the top of her split, it was small, appearing to be
only a fleshy bump.  But, under closer scrutiny, it turned out to be as
cute and as detailed as a flower bud.  A tiny, shiny tip peeked out from
under the delicate hood.  "Your clit's cute," he said.
   "Don't touch it!  It's sensitive!"
   "Yeah," he said.  "I've read all about it." Then, giving in to a sudden,
irresistible urge, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to his sister's
cunt.  He gave her clit a sucking kiss.
   Molly's eyes rolled back behind her closed lids.  The electric shock
that sizzled through her loins sent sensations shooting all the way to her
toes, making them clutch at the carpet.  Her fingers dug into the cushion.
   "God, Sis!  Your pussy tastes good." He began kissing up and down the
inside of her cunt-lips, sucking up the dewy droplets of pussy nectar that
had begun to appear.  He nuzzled her clit again, causing another squeal,
then found her hole and slipped his tongue up into her cunt.
   Molly shook.  She couldn't stop herself.  She sighed out loud, her loins
straining upward, and lifted her hips to push her cunt against her
brother's squirming tongue.  Her eyelids opened just long enough to get a
peek at her brother's dark head bobbing between her thighs, and then they
snapped back shut.  She was horrified.  Humiliated.  And excited beyond
belief.
   Her brother continued, happily slurping fuck-juices as his tongue dipped
into and lapped her pussy-hole.
   Molly was mortally shamed--unable to control the reflexive responses of
her young body to her brother's cunt-sucking.  She breathed rapidly,
letting out little gasps of pleasure, squirming against the cushions, her
head tossing slowly from side to side.
   When he pulled his tongue out of her and lifted his head from her cunt,
she opened her eyes, alarmed, and afraid that he was leaving her hanging in
her aroused state.
   But he was only changing his position.  He pushed her skirt all the way
up, baring her from the waist down so that he could kiss and nibble her
satin-smooth belly, lick out her navel, and nuzzle his way back down to her
cunt.
   "Isn't this fun?" he said, turning his face up in a grin.  His cheeks
were smeared and glistening with her juices.
   She rolled her eyes.  Fun?  Her brother was so naïve!  "This isn't fun!"
she told him.  "This is sex!"
   His stupid grin did not disappear.
   "And we shouldn't be doing it!"
   "We're not hurting anyone," he said as he spread her legs wider.
   "That's just stupid rationalization," she spit out, lifting her thighs
and pulling them back against her breasts.  The position left her pussy
exposed and even more accessible.  He did have a point, but that didn't
have anything at all to do with things--"Oh, God," she moaned as he went
back to slurping.
   This was awful, she thought.  He was her brother!  But her cunt was
throbbing as madly as if he had been a stranger, and her brother was
eagerly slurping up her pussy-nectar as fast as it dribbled down her
crotch.
   Her head swam.  Never in her life had she even imagined somebody's
tongue in her cunt-hole.  The shock, the excitement, the pleasure were
almost more than she could bear.  She panted in time with his tongue
flicks, rolled her hips, rubbing her cunt in her brother's face, and
wiggled her toes.  Her whole body felt warm and flushed as sensations new
to her swept her from head to foot.
   Rory reached between his legs and began pumping his lube-oozing prick as
he licked his sister's crotch clean.
   Molly's fingernails dug into the sofa cushions.  Her entire body pulsed
with sensation.  Her nipples and clit both felt like they were going to
split open.  She had never dreamed such pleasure was possible, pleasure so
intense it was almost more than she could stand.
   Rory was going wild.  He rubbed his nose against her clit while his
mouth covered her cunt-hole.  His tongue jabbed inside her, pulling out
from time to time to stab at her ultra-sensitive spot, bringing her to the
verge of orgasm.  A soft moan escaped from her throat and tears of pleasure
began to stream down her cheeks.  Loosing complete control, she clamped her
thighs around her brother's head and smothered his face between them.
   Her cunt exploded.  A shock of pleasure jolted through her and she
spurted pussy-juice into his mouth.  Rory almost choked before he could
extricate himself from her leg lock.  He took one ragged gasp, stroked his
cock, and spurted hot jism all over her belly.  She squealed as a second
blast pooled in her navel, then dribbled down into her cunt split.  Brother
and sister, both, shared an intense moment of mutual, intimate pleasure
before Molly's feet slipped back down to the floor.
   "Rory," she said, once she was able to breathe again.  "We have to
forget this ever happened."
   "Yeah," he agreed.
   ***
   Rory did not allow himself to ponder the things that had happened that
day until he was in bed.  It had been his hope that at the time he could
relive the events of the day and experience the new emotions and excitement
all over again.
   But, instead, he found himself exhausted.  Even the nudist magazine was
unable to hold his attention.  He had seen, and experienced, better than
that.  He had actually even seen a naked girl--well, actually, both halves,
although not of the same girl.  He reached for the phone.  Just wait until
Freddy heard about this.
   But something stopped him.  He didn't really want to share this with
Freddy.  Thinking about it, he realized that Freddy was nothing more than a
pervert, just like everyone said he was.  A bunch of talk, no action.  Let
him find his own naked girls.  Rory had his own, and he had no intention of
sharing!
   Sometime in the middle of the night, Rory's bedroom door opened.
   "Rory?"
   There was no answer.  Molly slipped into the room and tried not to
awaken him as she pulled back the covers.
   Rory started.  "Huh?"
   "Don't worry," she whispered.  "It's only me."
   "Are you scared?"
   "Just lonely," she said, settling beside him.  "Do you realize this is
the first time Mom and Dad have left us alone?  You don't mind, do you?"
   Rory breathed in the sweet, shower-fresh scent of his sister and felt
her arms wrap around him from behind.  Her tits pressed into his bare back.
She was naked, too, he realized.  "Naw, Sis.  I don't mind."
   Continued in Chapter 3
  
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