Me and my brothers

	By Emerald Green

I.	It Started

I have two half-brothers...one older and one younger.  I know what you're thinking but no my mother is not a slut.  She just had a hard time finding a good man.  Bobby is my older brother.  He was named after his father who we now call Robert (we don't see him much.)  When mommy got pregnant and she told Robert, he just up and disappeared.  They weren't married and Robert thought she was trying to force him into marriage.  She did not go home to her parents because she had seen her sister do that and she was determined to survive on her own.
Robert's buddy, Carl invited my mommy to move in with him, "Just until after the baby is born."  She was having trouble making ends meet but she was afraid that all Carl wanted was sex.  They worked at the same place, he in the shop and she in the office, so they saw each other every day.  He kept telling her he had an extra room and she was welcome to it.   After a month of his offering she finally accepted the invitation.  It turned out that all he expected was for her to do most of the house cleaning and some of the cooking.  
When she was about six months along they fell into bed with each other. She says, "He became too nice to pass up."  Then about a month after Bobby was born Carl and mom got married.  Two days after Bobby's second birthday I was born.  Mommy named me Carlene after my father (Everyone calls me Carly.)  I never got to know him because just a few months after I was born he was killed while riding his motorcycle.  Lucky for us Carl had a big life insurance policy.
The man I think of as my daddy is named Arthur (Art).  Mommy met him about six month after Carl died when he hired on as shop manager where she works.  About three months later he asked her to marry him.  She made him move in with us to see how he was as a father.  They were married two months later and my little brother Donny was born six days after my second birthday and four days after Bobby's fourth birthday.
Momma and daddy are good parents and what we kids did was not their fault.  I want you to know that before I tell you what we did.  Don't get me wrong.  We were good kid for the most part.  We did good in school.  We did not lie or cheat or steel.   We did not hurt anyone.  None of us have police records.
I remember clear as can be the day the things that I'm going to tell you about started.  I was 12½ years old and Bobby and I were in middle school and Donny was still in primary school.  Bobby and I got home from school about half an hour before Donny, and momma and daddy would get home about a half hour after that.    This day I went straight to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the three of us and Bobby went upstairs to his room.  He usually stopped in the family room and played a video game but on this day he seemed unusually silent and had gone to his room.  Being the curious person I was I went quietly upstairs and down the hall to listen at his door before calling him for his sandwich.   I heard him moan and a soft slap-slap sound.  I had no idea what I was hearing.  I imagined he was hurting himself so I opened the door to stop him.  
I am sure that if you are reading this, you are old enough to know more than I did.  Yes what I saw was my brother beating off...masturbating, but I was so innocent or ignorant I did not know what he was doing even after seeing it.  I startled him when I asked, "What're you doing?"
He jumped and tried to cover himself.  "Go way!" he said.
"Are you hurting yourself?" I asked.
"No! Go away!" he responded.
"It sounded like you were hurting yourself," I said.
"Get out of here!" he shouted.
I stepped back and closed his door.  I then raised my voice to tell him his sandwich was ready.  On my way back to the kitchen I thought that maybe he was just playing with himself but it sure looked and sounded like he was hurting himself. 
I had finished my sandwich and had started my homework when he came to get his sandwich.  I said, "I'm gonna tell mom and dad you were hurting yourself."
"I wasn't hurting myself!" he snapped.
"It sure looked like it," I insisted.
Raising his voice he shouted, "Carly listen...I wasn't hurting myself.  You don't need to tell anyone.  From now on just stay out of my room."
"But I don't want you to hurt yourself," I pleaded.
"I wasn't hurting myself.  Carly listen...I was playing with myself.  You are so dumb.  All boys play with themselves," he shouted.
"That didn't look like play to me," I commented.
"You play with yourself the way you want and I'll play the way I want and don't you say anything to mom and dad `cause they will punish you for coming in my room without being invited."  He went to play his video game.
He was right.  Not more than a couple months earlier he had been punished for coming uninvited into my room.  At the time he was only teasing me but because I tattled on him he was grounded from his stupid video game for a week.  I didn't know what the folks would take from me but I decided not to find out.      
The result of this incident was that it caused me to think about playing with myself.  I enjoyed the gentle fingering that I did but I thought maybe I was missing out on something.  Maybe I should try something more intense.   I realized I had to pee so I went to the bathroom.  While still sitting on the toilette after I had peed, I gently fingered my little button.  It felt good.   My finger was dry and when I tried to press a little harder it hurt.  There was some hand lotion right there so I put a little on my finger and rubbed my little button.  I pressed harder and the feeling was intense.  It was almost more than I could take.  I stopped and breathed deeply.   I realized I had not locked the door so I locked it and put some more lotion on my finger.  I rubbed hard and fast.  The sudden surge of pleasurable feeling hit me and I moaned.  I stopped and thought how good that felt.  I wondered why I had not discovered this before.  I again rubbed more fresh lotion over my little button.  I began rubbing vigorously with all the fingers on my right hand.  It was only when I heard the doorknob rattled and my little brother Donny asking if I was alright, did I realize I had been moaning quite loudly.  
Breathlessly I called to him saying I was okay.
He asked me to hurry up `cause he had to pee.  I told him to use the upstairs bathroom.  I heard his feet thunder up the steps.   I contemplated what I had done and had the desire to continue but I decided that I now had both my brothers in the house I did not have the privacy I needed.  I'll try it again in bed tonight, I told myself.  I washed my hands and face as I calmed my racing heart and rapid breathing.
When I returned to my school work at the kitchen table I discovered Donny's sandwich untouched on the table.  I picked it up and went looking for him.  I found him in the family room standing behind Bobby, watching him play that stupid video game.  "Donny, here's your sandwich."
He wheeled around.  "Thanks," he said as he took the sandwich from me, then he asked, "Why were you crying in the bathroom?"
Bobby paused his game and looked at me.  I had to make this answer good so he did not say anything.
"Oh, uh, I uh," I tried to think fast.  "Uh, well, I'm constipated and it hurts to poop."
With a frown on his face, Bobby nodded and went back to his game.  Donny said, "Oh, sorry," and stuffed the sandwich in his mouth.
I hoped that I had come up with a good enough explanation.  I knew Donny had been deceived but I was not sure about Bobby.  Mom and Dad got home and the rest of the evening went by like most evenings in our house. 
When I went to bed in my room that night I used some more hand lotion and tried my new method of masturbation.  I could not keep myself from moaning.  I stuffed the sleeve of a sweatshirt in my mouth and bit down on it.  This was not very affective.   I tried to be more gentle but my desire to experience the intense feelings that I had earlier in the day drove me to more pressure and speed.  I knew mommy and daddy were still downstairs and could not hear me but Bobby was across the hall and Donny was next door.  I did not want them to hear me.  I tried as hard as I could to not moan loud enough to be heard.  Whenever I made too much noise I would stop.  I lay there frustrated by my dilemma until mommy and daddy came to bed.  I then knew I would have to wait for another time.
I could not go to sleep.  I thought back to when I had heard noises from my parents' room.  I remembered noises which sounded to me like someone rocking in a rocking chair.  Oh, I said to myself, they were playing with themselves or...yeah, with each other.  That's what people did when they had sex.  
I did fall asleep because I had a dream about watching Bobby jerk off.  He could not see me so I fingered myself as I watched him.  I woke up moaning quite loudly.  The intense burning or electric feeling deep down in my gut felt so good I wanted it to continue but I stopped to listen.  There was not a sound in the house.  I looked at my digital clock and saw it was 2 in the morning.  I got some lotion on my hand and tried to continue.  I was able to keep the volume of my moans down by just letting myself moan softly until the feeling grew more intense than I had ever felt before.  Now, I was so far gone that I could not stop.  I was almost screaming but I could not stop until suddenly I felt that I was floating and then falling silently.  I became ridged...not breathing.  My toes curled and I gripped the sheet with both hands.   My heart was pounding in my ears loud enough to wonder if others could hear it.  Then I slowly relaxed, coming down from wherever I had gone.  I realized I was breathing rapidly.  My heart was still beating rapidly but my heart and breathing began to slow as I continued to relax.  I was covered with perspiration.  My relaxation seemed to continue until I fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning during breakfast my thoughts went back to that intense feeling that I had experienced.  Suddenly I was brought back from my reverie when mommy asked, "What's wrong Carly?  Don't you feel like eating?"
"No, I'm okay," I said as I spooned my mouth full.
"She zoned out like all girls do," Bobby said.
"Bobby, what makes you such an expert on girls?" mommy asked.
I looked at him and saw he was looking down at his cereal without acknowledging her question.
Four or five times in the day I zoned out with remembrances of my intense masturbation.  Each time I was brought out of it when I was asked by a teacher of fellow student if I was okay.    I did not even speak to Bobby or him to me until we got off the bus at home after school.  When we had separated enough from the neighbor kids that they could not hear he asked, "You going to the bathroom to beat off again?"
I decided to respond with a simple, "Yes."  I wanted to see how he would react.
He kind of stammered when he said, "Well...then...if I hear you crying, I won't come checking on you."
I did, I went directly to the upstairs bathroom where I proceed to give myself the most intense orgasm of my life to that point.  I allowed myself to scream without restraint.   When I came down from the new heights that I had reached I found myself on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor.  My inner thighs were drenched with my pussy fluids.  I wiped myself dry and washed my hands and face.  I arranged my clothes and opened the bathroom to leave.  
There was Bobby with his peter in his hand.  I had never seen it up close like this, at least not since we were little kids in the bathtub.  That was so long ago I could hardly remember.  It was now bigger than I thought it would be.  He was pumping on it real fast.
"Get out of here!" I shouted.
Rather breathlessly he said, "Sorry Carly but I heard you and could not resist joining...oh...ah...ah."
I though he was just mocking me and then white stuff spurted out of his peter.  It repeatedly spurted his stuff out onto the floor.  I was transfixed for a few moments, staring at what he had done.  Before turning to walk away I said, "You better clean that up."
We avoided each other the rest of the evening.  In fact he did not speak to me again until we got off the bus the next day.  He asked, "Did you like what you saw yesterday?"
I did not answer him.  I walked home in silence.  When we enter our house he said, "Wouldn't it be fun to watch each other?"
   "Humph, if you think I'm interested in watching you beat off, you're crazy."  I went to the kitchen where I made sandwiches.  Bobby went to the downstairs bathroom, leaving the door ajar so I could hear him beat off.  I had had enough.  I slammed down the butter knife I was using, inhaled deeply, and went to the bathroom door. 
When he saw me he asked, "Change your mind, Carly?"
"You keep pushing this and I'm telling mom and dad.  What you're doing is lots worse than my entering your room without permission," I announced.  I slammed the door shut and returned to the kitchen.  I realized my heart was pounding and my pussy was itching.  I had an almost overwhelming desire to masturbate.  My head was saying one thing but my body was saying the opposite.  I could not believe what I was thinking of doing.  I said aloud, "You're 13 years old.  You know better than to join Bobby in his stupid game."  I did not care what my body was saying.  I finished making the sandwiches, sat down to eat one of them, and started my homework.  Concentrating on my homework seemed to drive my bodily desires away.
Bobby came out of the bathroom and went directly to the family room without getting his sandwich.  I decided not to say anything to him.  When Donny came home he asked while picking up his sandwich, "Do you feel better today?"
"Oh yes, much better," I said.  "Come here," I added.  
He stepped up close beside the chair in which I was sitting.  I think he thought I was going to show him something from my homework.  Instead I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek before he knew what I was doing.  He struggled in my arms but I held him close to me, kissing him again.  He bent his legs, falling to the floor, and slipped from my grasp.  He scurried away from me before standing up.  "What did you do that for?" he asked.
"I just wanted to show my appreciation for your thinking about me," I answered.  
"You made me drop my sandwich," he said as he pointed at his peanut butter and jelly sandwich lying on the floor between us.
"I'm sorry.  Here have this one," I said handing him the one still on the plate on the table.  I added, "I'll clean that up," indicating the sandwich on the floor.
"Thanks Carly," he said as he skipped off to the family room.
I looked at the sandwich on the floor thinking that I should leave it there and if Bobby came for his sandwich I would tell him to pick it up and eat it.  No, I told myself, there is no use making things worse.  I picked up the sandwich and tossed it in the trash basket.  Using a paper towel I wiped up the little bit of peanut butter and jelly that was on the floor.  I returned to my homework.
A few minutes later I heard Bobby say, "You leave that alone Donny."  He came up beside me and asked, "Where's my sandwich?"
"Guess you'll have to make your own," I said without looking up from my homework.
"If I have to make my own, I'll make it my way," he said as he proceeded to make his sandwich.  His way was to spread a liberal amount of peanut butter on a slice of bread, place a slice of bread on that, then he spread a liberal amount of strawberry jam on the second slice to which he added a third slice of bread.  He returned to the family room without putting things away.  I decided to not make a fuss about it and put everything away. 
Shortly after mommy and daddy got home, daddy made Bobby do his homework and I was allowed to watch what I wanted on TV for a while.   Then after dinner, mommy reminded us that it was Thursday and that meant family reading time and it was my turn to read a chapter of the book we were reading.  We all gathered in the family room and since I was reading this day I sat in the loveseat.  Donny always sat next to the reader except when it was his turn to read and then he and mommy would sit in the loveseat so she could help him if he needed it.  This day Donny took his time getting seated and daddy said, "Come on Donny, I want to know what happens next."
"I just want to make sure Carly don't try kissing me again," Donny said.
"Kissing you?" Bobby asked.
Not looking at Bobby I said to mommy and daddy that I had been teasing Donny and then I said to Donny I was sorry and he would be safe with everyone around.  He plopped down next to me and cuddled up close like he usually did.  I put my arm around him and began reading. 
After the reading was finished for this week it was time for Donny to head off for bed.  A half hour later I went to the upstairs bathroom to take a bath before I went to bed.  I knew that if I took a bath I would wind up masturbating so I took a shower.  As I began to wash my pussy, I started to masturbate and I could not stop.  I was able to keep my moaning down so that I don't think anyone in the house heard me.  After I came down from that wonderful high I turned the shower to as cold as I could take it for a little while.  That night as soon as my head hit the pillow I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
There were no more unpleasant incidences between me and Bobby and after a while things between us came to be like they had been before.  We fought about silly things and he even offered to help me with my science project (I think after mommy told him to.)


II.	Christmas Vacation

School vacations were always a problem because both mommy and daddy had to work.  Usually one or more of our grandmothers would come by during the day and watch us kids but this year was going to be different.  Our maternal grandmother had had a stroke and although she was doing well no one expected her to take care of us again.  Bobby's fraternal grandmother was an alcoholic and could not be trusted to stay sober.  Her husband had left her for another woman.  My fraternal grandmother was widowed a couple of years ago and she had recently married again.  Her new husband took her off to Florida.  Daddy's poppa was having some kind of health problem but nanna said she could take care of Donny at her house and Bobby at 15 and I at 13 were old enough to take care of ourselves.  
So when Christmas Vacation came, Bobby and I were told by mommy and daddy that they trusted us and we should not do anything to destroy that trust.   For the first few days everything went well with Bobby spending most of his time playing his video game and me reading.  The first day after Christmas Bobby had a friend over and they spent most of the day playing the video game.  The next day Bobby went to his friend's house while I had a couple of girl friends over.  
I don't remember just how it came up but we three began talking about playing with ourselves.   This was the first time we had ever talked about anything sexual but we each admitted to enjoying it and we were each pleased to find out others did too.  Then the conversation turned to what we knew about boys masturbating.  One of the girls said she had caught her brother beating off.  I started to tell them about my catching Bobby but I stopped myself in time to say I had heard him.   Before our conversation was over I was feeling as horny as hell. 
When the girls went home I checked the clock, I had about forty-five minutes before mommy and daddy got home so I went to my room and got started right away.  I was really getting off when my door opened and there was Bobby.  God, I thought, I don't want to stop so I finished myself off while he silently watched.  I closed my eyes and as I finished I nearly blacked out.  When I came down, I opened my eyes and looked at the door.  It was closed and Bobby was nowhere in sight.  I wondered if I had imagined him being there.
Just before mommy and daddy got home I went downstairs and found Bobby playing his video game.  I said hi and he said hi and that was it.  At that time I could not bring myself to ask him if he had looked in my room but the question nagged at me so that the next morning I asked, "Did you look in my room yesterday?"
"Yeah and I'm really sorry," he said.
Although I felt my face flush with anger, he had already partially defused the situation by apologizing and he truly appeared sorry.  "Well, don't do it again," I said trying to sound angry.  Even as I spoke I realized I did not sound angry.  I felt I had to add something so I said, "You do understand why we should not...um..." I did not know how to finish the sentence.
"I know Carly.  I've grown up a little since..."  He did not finish his sentence.  I glanced at him and he looked away.  His face was as red as mine felt.
I thought about us growing up.  We both seemed to have shot up during the past few months so I asked, "How tall are you getting to be?  Have you measured yourself lately?"
"Yeah, I'm five inches," he responded.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Uh," he stammered, "I'm...uh...five feet five inches."
I chuckled as I thought about him measuring his peter.  I was sure that that had been the cause of his slip up.
"You're almost as tall as me, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah.  You want to measure me to find out?"
"Okay," he said as he dashed to the garage to get the tape measure.   Daddy always insisted that his tool be returned to their place after use so it did not take Bobby long to return with the tape measure.
I backed up to the board where we always measured our height.  Bobby marked my height with a pencil.  I stepped away and he wrote my name and the date.  He then carefully measured and announced, "Five feet, three and three quarters."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah, check it out yourself," he said as he moved aside a little so I could look over his shoulder.
He was right so I said, "Then I bet you're not five feet five."
"Measure me then," he insisted as he backed up to the board.
I made the mark and when he stepped away I wrote his name and the date.  I could see he was about an inch taller than me.  It turned out that he was closer to five feet five inches than to five feet four and three quarters but I tried to insist he wasn't five feet five inches.
When we were little and we got in this kind of teasing argument he would often wind up tickling me and mommy or daddy would have to call him off because when he would stop on his own and I would catch my breath I would say, "Tickle me again," and of course he would.  Any way on this day he started tickling me and before long I was laying on the floor with him sitting on me when he stopped tickling.  I lay there panting and when I caught my breath I said, "Tickle me again."  Of course he did.
I was really only kidding and I tried to get him to stop by pushing his hands away.  In doing so I accidently elbowed him in the groin really hard.  His face turned pail as he keeled over with both hands grasping at the painful orbs.
I could tell by his paler that he was not faking so I reached out and cradled his head as I apologized.  It seemed that it was taking him a long time to recover so I kissed his forehead and then a cheek while I continued to apologize.  I repeatedly kissed his cheek and at last he whispered, "Why don't you kiss where it hurts?"
I slapped him lightly on the cheek and pushed his head to the floor.  "Owe!  You're hurting me," he cried out.
I knew I was not hurting him so I pushed down a little harder.  He sat right up, proving how much stronger than me he was.  He gently patted my face and said, "See how you like being slapped around by me."  Then while we sat there on the floor in the family room he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips.  It was just a couple of quick pecks and he pulled back to say, "And how do you like being kissed."  He again kissed me on the lips and then asked, "Well?"
"A kiss like that from my brother isn't bad," I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"If you tried to French kiss me, that'd be different."
Before I knew it he was kissing me and trying to force his tongue in my mouth.  I struggled to get away but he was much stronger than me.  I managed to get one hand up to push his face away.  He grabbed my wrist pulling my arm away.  He moved in to kiss me again.  I got my other hand up and pushed his face away.  He grabbed that wrist and managed to get both my wrists in one of his hands, holding them over my head.  He was now able to hold me so that I could not avoid being kissed.  I was still able to keep my lips closed together and all he managed to do is lick my lips.
I put a lot of effort into twisting and turning.  I was able to shout for him to stop.  In his attempt to hold me still, one of his hands brushed heavily across my left breasts.  I wasn't that big yet but I did have large enough boobs to need an A-cup.  I was still in my pajamas and had not yet put on my bra.  Bobby immediately pulled his hand away.  He pulled his head back form me and said, "I'm sorry...I'm really sorry."
"I guess we are even now," I said as I tried to catch my breath.
"Even?  Oh yeah.  But I bet I didn't hurt you like you did me."
"Are you gonna let me up now?" I asked.
"Give me a kiss and I will," he said as he moved in with a big pucker on his face.
Our lips met and something caused my lips to open.  His tongue darted in my mouth and I bit down lightly.  He pulled away and looked at me with fear in his eyes.  "I guess you won't try that again until you are sure you can trust me, huh?" I asked.
He got off me, stood up, and then helped me stand up.  "We were just playing, weren't we?" he asked.
"I hope so," I said.  It was then that I realize my pussy was dripping and I felt like I was half way to an orgasm.  I looked down and saw his pajama bottoms tented out.  "We better get dressed," I said as I left to go upstairs. 
Of course before I got dressed I brought myself to a new high as I thought about wrestling with Bobby.  I'm sure Bobby did the same.
When I came down stairs I heard Bobby inviting someone to have a seat.  They were in the family room.  When I looked in I saw his grandmother who he called grammy and she called him Bobboo.  "Hi grammy," I said.
"Hi Carloo," she said.  I could tell by the way her head seem to rock around on her shoulders that she was way too drunk to have driven here.  I glanced out the window and saw her car parked a little crooked in our drive.  "You two here alone, huh?" she asked, looking at me as if she was inspecting how I was dressed.
"Yeah," Bobby said, "Momma and Daddy think we are old enough to take care of ourselves."
"Why didn't they tell me?" she asked.  "I'll just stay `til they get home an' tell `em I'll stay with..."  Her eyes closed as she did not finish the sentence.  Bobby looked at me and shrugged.  I shrugged back.  Then she suddenly opened her eyes and asked for a drink of pop.  I rushed to the refrigerator to get her a cola.  When I returned she was saying, "You know Bobboo, when I was your age I had already gotten in trouble by getting into my daddy's liquor."  As she took the can from me she said, "Wooee did I ever get in trouble."
Bobby was siting looking at her, waiting in silence.  I did not sit down.  After a short silence she said, "Well, go `head, do what you was doing."  Bobby picked up the video game control but did not turn on the game.  He continued to appear to expect his grandmother to speak.  Soon she appeared to doze off and he reached forward, taking the cola can from her hand.  He sat it on the coffee table in front of her.
He motioned for me to follow him.  When we were in the other room he whispered, "She was already in the house when I came down from dressing.  I could hear you but she didn't say anything.  It took her the longest time to get from the front door to the family room.  She's soused."
I thought about how close we came to getting caught.  What if she had caught us kissing or if she had been sober enough to have arrived and come upstairs to investigate my moaning?  Beginning right then we never left either the back or front doors unlocked.  No matter what we were doing, right or wrong, no one was going to walk in on us.  
Grammy did not last until mommy and daddy got home.  We did not have anything in the house to drink except beer and wine.  She did not drink either of those.  I'm sure she did not go any farther than the nearest bar or liquor store.  Bobby agreed with me about locking the doors and we did that as soon as she left.  
When mommy and daddy got home, they of course had a key.  Mommy asked why the door was locked and Bobby said, "Grammy came and passed out in the entry way.  We did not even know she was there until I went to get the mail.  So I figured that if she had had to ring the doorbell, we wouldn't a left her on the floor."  I could tell he had thought this out.
"Where is she now?" mommy asked.  
"Oh she napped for a while and then she said she had to have a drink and she left," Bobby said.
Mommy looked at daddy and said, "It's a good idea about locking the door.  We'll do it when we leave in the morning just like if you kids weren't here."
A couple days later I woke up thinking how safe Bobby and I were in a house where the outside world was locked out.  We could do anything we wanted to do.  I wondered if he would ever try to kiss me again.  Maybe if I did something to cause him to tickle me again.  Why did I want him to kiss me?  I wasn't sure I did.  I just wanted to do something that made me horny so I could masturbate.
I heard the toilet flush.  I knew he would be coming out of the bathroom so I rushed to my bedroom door and opened it just as he passed by.  I tackled him high and rode him to the floor.  I tried to tickle him but he quickly turned the tables on me and he had me down tickling the daylights out of me.  My pajama top rode up and he was tickling me on my bare skin.   He did not restrain himself when a hand brushed the underside of one of my breasts.  He continued to tickle around my breast.  I was laughing so hard I could do nothing to stop him.  Then he stopped tickling, wrapped his arms around me, and trapped my arms to my sides.  He kissed me but I resisted his tongue probe; however, I could not catch my breath by breathing through my nose alone.  When he pulled back to look at me I opened my mouth to breath.  He allowed me to catch my breath and then he attempted to kiss me again.  I twisted away and said, "I might bite."
"You better not," he said as he made contact with my lips once again.  This time I allowed his tongue in and he did a thorough exploration.  When his tongue finally retreated, my tongue entered his mouth.  The sensation was thrilling.  I then felt a twitching, tingling feeling in my pussy.  I wondered what his peter was doing.  My hands were on either side of my hips.  I moved both up toward Bobby and my right hand found that his peter had come out the opening on his pajamas.  When I touched it I pulled my hand away.  Bobby pulled away from our kiss.  He said, "Oops."  He rolled away from me and rushed to his room.
I went to the bathroom.  I had to pee but I had to cum also.  The lotion was right there and I used it.  I don't know but I think that the fact that I had to pee intensified everything.  Before I was done in the bathroom I took a shower.  Since I had not brought any cloths with me I wrapped a towel around me to go back to my room.
Bobby must have lain in wait for me because as soon as I exited the bathroom he was on me like I had been on him earlier.  Needless to say I was not prepared for him and before I hit the floor under his weight the towel came off.  There I was under Bobby, completely nude.  I think he was as surprised as I was.  For a few moments he sat there on my stomach, holding my wrists, and looking at my boobs.  As I said before I did not think they were much but Bobby looked at them with admiration.  "Wow, you're beautiful Carly," he said.
"Get off me," I said.
"Wow, you're beautiful Carly."  His mind was stuck.  One of his hands reached down to touch a breast.  He was very gentle.  He repeated, "Wow, you're beautiful Carly." 
"You said that.  Now get off me," I commanded.
He started to repeat himself, "Wow, you're..."  I stopped him by kicking one leg up and catching him with my knee on his shoulder.  I didn't hit him very hard but it jolted him to his senses.  He let go of me, got off, and helped me up.  I rushed to my room, without the towel.  As soon as I closed the door behind me I leaned against the door and thought, wow that was exciting. 
From the other side of the door I heard him say, "Carly, I'm sorry...really sorry."
I opened the door a crack and said, "Don't say that...it was my fault."
"Yes, but I'm still sorry."
"You want to make it up to me?" I asked.
"Sure anything...anything you want."
The devil took over and I said, "Take off all your clothes right there in the hall."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you said you would do anything for me," I explained.
"Well, okay but then what?"
I peeked out and saw he already had his shirt off and was unbuckling his belt.  Then his jeans fell to the floor.  Soon he was standing there in only his jockey shorts.  "Okay," he said.
"Everything," I said.
He slid his shorts down and I opened my door wide.  When he straightened up he saw me standing in my door way in the nude.  His peter was all I could see.  It stood up at a sharp angle, pointing straight at me.  Once again he said, "Wow, you're beautiful Carly."
I realize how short of breath I was and how rapid my heart was beating.  That internal, down deep feeling that I had experience so often recently was beginning to possess me again.  I had thought so many times about his offer from several months ago when he had expressed the desire to have us watch each other masturbate.  I said, "Alright, right here, right now, let's beat off."  I reached down and ran my finger along my slit.  I was dripping wet.  I moistened all my fingers and moved my hand forward to my little button where I began to rapidly and firmly give myself a new experience.  I watched as Bobby pumped wildly on his peter.  I don't think watching him was as much a turn on as knowing he was watching me.
It did not take either one of us very long.  Of course as usual when I brought myself off my eyes closed and I fell to my knees.  As soon as I could I opened my eyes and saw Bobby's peter spurting his white stuff out on the floor only inches in front of me.  Almost immediately after he was finished spurting, his peter went limp and shrunk back to about half its erect size.  
 "Wow, you're beautiful Carly."
I couldn't keep from chuckling.
"You really are Carly."
"I believe you."  I stood and proudly presented myself without embarrassment. 
Bobby stepped forward and asked, "Can I kiss you?"
"Not while we're naked," I said, pointed at the mess in which he was stepping, and added, "You better clean that up."  I jumped back into my room, slamming the door behind me.  As I dressed in a tank top over my bra and tight jeans I thought about what we had just done in the hall.   Seeing Bobby beating off and ejaculating was not exciting to me but having him watch me play with my pussy was exciting.  I determined to do it again.  


III.	It Gets Hot in a Snow Storm

A few minutes later in the kitchen as I was making some pancake batter, Bobby came in and asked, "What you fixing?   
"Pancakes."
"Why not waffles?" he asked.
"Do you know where the waffle iron is?" I asked.
"Sure," he said as he went to a cupboard, pulled out the waffle iron, and plugged it in.
So we had waffles.  While we were eating we noticed that it was snowing.  It was the first heavy snow of the season.  Bobby and I dressed in our warmest clothes and went out to build a snowman.  After building a snowman taller than us, we got in a playful snowball fight.  After a short while I retreated into the house.  I locked Bobby outside just long enough for him to bang on the door and start shouting.  When I allowed him in, he tackled me and attempted to tickle me but I was so bundled up he had difficulty affecting me in any way.  Soon he gave up but when he did I realized he had affected me.  I had become horny once again.  
After we stripped off our winter gear and I was once again down to my tank top and jeans, Bobby asked if I wanted tickled.  I asked, "How about a kiss?"
Smiling he moved toward me.  I dodged him and ran to the family room where I dove into the loveseat.  By the time I had righted myself in the loveseat Bobby squeezed in beside me.  He was all over me and I said, "Oh, oh, big brother, take it slow."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Sit up and rest back, place your hands on your thighs."  He followed my instructions.  "Take it slow like this," I said as I stroked the back of his hand with one finger.
"Mm," he murmured.  I stoked up his forearm with my fingers.  "Oh yeah," he said.  
"Get the idea?" I asked as I sat back with my hands on my thighs.
He did as I had done.  Just the touch of his finger on my hand caused a tingle down in my core.  A mummer came from me as his finger stroked up my arm.  His fingers moved to my thigh alongside my forearm.  "Oh yes," I said before I realized he was all too close to my pussy.  I jerked away and although the feeling I was experiencing was pleasurable I said.  "Too fast, brother of mine."
"What do you want, Carly?"
"I want you to take it slow.  Do I have to give you instruction for every step along the way to a kiss?" I asked.
"I guess so `cause I don't know what you want."
I took a deep breath and sat quiet waiting for him to begin again.  Since he did not I jumped up and ran up to my room slamming the door behind me.  I waited to see if he would follow me and since he did not I lay on my bed.  I undid the button of my tight jeans, lowered the zipper, and raised up to lower my jeans.  My panties were soaked.  I rubbed my pussy through my panties.  I raised my butt up again and slipped down my panties.  I was so wet that I did not need any lotion.  Soon I was crying out with joy.  No matter how hard I tried to stifle my cries I could not.  Just before I was forced to close my eyes as always happened I looked to the door where Bobby was standing.  He's watching, I told myself as I floated through a heavenly orgasm.
When I opened my eyes, he was not there.  I wondered if I had imagined his being there.  I waited for a while as I relaxed in the afterglow.  I then dress and checked in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable, brushing my hair.  
When I went downstairs, I found Bobby playing his video game.  I picked up a book and sat in the loveseat and pretended to read.  I waited for him to say something.  He seemed to totally ignore me.  When I could wait no longer I closed my book and looked in his direction.  He was devoting his full attention to the game.  I stood...he did not look up.  I placed the book back on the shelf and turned to look at him...he did not look up.  I walked to the door to the kitchen and looked back at him...he did not look up.  I got out my homework to make sure it was finished...it was.  
I stood at the kitchen sink looking out across our back yard and saw that the snow was at least two feet deep.  I looked at the clock.  The snow had been falling for about three hours.  Three more hours of this and the snow will close all the roads until snow removal equipment can open them.  I told myself that if the snow didn't stop, mommy and daddy wouldn't make it home tonight.  I remembered last year, on a school day, the school closed early so they could get us home before the roads were closed and when mommy and daddy discovered they would not make it home, they called a neighbor to take care of us.  I hoped this time mommy would call us before calling the neighbor.
I decided to fix Bobby a good lunch but first I made up a couple of mugs of hot chocolate.  When I took his into him he thanked me and a few minutes later he came into the kitchen with his mug and thanked me again.  He sat at the table and asked what I was fixing.
"Macaroni and cheese," I replied.
"Oh, don't forget to add pepper," he said.
"Of course not, I know how you like it," I said.  All the time I was not looking at him, instead I was shredding the cheese.  "You know the way it's snowing I don't think mom and dad are going to make it home."  I could hear him as he stood and walked over beside me so he could look out the window.
"Yeah you're right.  They'll probably have Mrs. Yates come over to stay with us," he said.
"If they call here first, tell them we can take care of ourselves," I said.
"If I say that, they'll ask to talk to you," he said. 
"I'll say that if we have any problem, we'll call Mrs. Yates," I added.
"That sounds good."
I checked the macaroni and it was ready to have the cheese added.  
Bobby followed right behind me with every step that I made.  "If they don't have Mrs. Yates come over, there are a couple of thing I want to show you," he said.
"What could you show me that you haven't already shown me?" I asked as I stirred in the cheese.
"I broke the code on the TV so we can watch some porn if there is any on," he said.
"Porn?" I questioned.  I had never thought of watching porn, in fact I did not even know what it would show so I said, "What is porn?"
"You know, don't you," Bobby said.
"No I don't," I said.  "Have you watched porn?" I asked as I continued to stir. 
"No, I just broke the code and porn usually doesn't come on until nighttime."
"Well, I guess we got a date to watch porn if we are alone tonight," I said as I turned down the heat and added a splash of milk and then a lot of pepper to the pot that I continued to stir.
Soon we were seated on opposite sides of the table eating our cheesy lunch.  "Mm, just as good as mom makes," Bobby said.  When his bowl was empty he said, "Carly, I want more."
"There's more in the pot," I said.
"No, I want to see you play more, and I want to kiss you more," he said as he went to the stove to fill his bowl again.
"Well, I think you will get more.  I can no longer play with myself and stay quiet so come and watch when you hear," I suggested.
"You won't mind if I look in your room when..."
I noticed he had to adjust his peter when he sat at the table.  I realize I was all a tingle down there and I said, "Does this talk excite you like it does me?"
"Oh yes, I could just whip it out and beat off right here."
"Well don't let me stop you," I said as I slid my left hand down into my tight jeans.  My jeans were too tight but neither of us could see what the other was doing.  When I finished my macaroni and cheese I looked at Bobby who was finishing his second helping.  
He suddenly stood, reached a hand to me, and said, "Come with me."  He was holding his pants up with his other hand.  Taking his hand I followed him into the family room.  He sat me at one end of the couch and he sat at the other end.  He got up and turned on the lamps that are at each end of the couch.  "I'll be right back," he said as he darted out of the room, still holding up his undone pants.  He quickly returned with a box of tissues.  "There, now take off your jeans," he said as he let his pants fall to the floor.  Neither of us had shoes on so in only moments we were standing with only our tops on because we had both lowered our under pants with our outer pants.  "Sit where you were," he said as he sat at the other end.  
"But, I'm dripping wet.  I'll make a spot on the couch," I said.  I rushed to the bathroom and got two bath towels out of a cabinet.  When I returned to the family room I tossed one towel over Bobby's head and said, "Here is one for you."
"Okay then," he said after he had placed his towel under him, adding, "Put one foot up on the couch and the other on the floor."
As I positioned myself like he had, I realized how exposed my pussy was with my knees spread so far apart.
"Mm that looks so pretty," Bobby said.
I looked at him and saw he was staring directly at my pussy which tingled with excitement.  I looked at his peter and realized how large his balls looked.  I had never actually looked at them before.  They were resting with apparent comfort on the white towel.  He wrapped his right hand around his peter and began stroking deliberately up and down.
I dipped all four fingers of my right hand into the moisture within the lips of my pussy and watching Bobby I attempted to match him, stroke for stroke.  I looked alternately from his peter to his eyes.  His eyes never left my pussy.  It struck me fast as I thought about Bobby watching me.  My eyes closed and my head rolled back as I howled out my pleasure.   As soon as I could I opened my eyes to see how Bobby was doing.   The first thing I noticed was his balls had drawn up in a tight bundle at the base of his peter.   He was emptying his white stuff out onto the towel.
I checked beneath me to see if I had wet the towel and I had.  I jumped up and lifted the towel.  My juices had wet through the towel and made a spot on the couch.  I wiped at it and only seemed to make it worse.  I wiped my legs with the towel and took it to the laundry, then went upstairs to get the hair dryer.  Bobby was still sitting where I had left him.  I plugged in the dryer and began blowing dry the spot on the couch.  I was pleased to note it did not leave a spot as it dried.  Suddenly I felt Bobby's hand stroke across my bare butt.  "Don't," I said as I twisted away from him.  
"Your butt is as pretty as the rest of you," he said.
"Take your towel to the laundry now before you forget it," I said.
He took off with the towel while I took the hair dryer back to the upstairs bathroom.  When I came back he was sitting in the loveseat with his pants on.  I picked up my jeans but could not find my underpants.  "Where are my panties?" I asked as I went down on my hands and knees to look under the couch.
"I'm sure they're around here somewhere," Bobby said in a strange tone.  I looked at him and saw where my underpants were.  He had pulled them over his head so that the crotch was over his nose.  "They smell real good," he added.
"Give `em to me," I insisted.
"Okay," he said as he pulled them off and tossed them to me.
I sniffed them before putting them on.  They smelled pretty strong to me but if he liked the smell, I thought, it must be a boy thing.  I saw that he had stood and walked over to the window looking out over the front yard, so while I was pulling on my jeans I asked, "How's the snow doing?"
"It's still doing," he said, "must be three feet or more.  Ho ho, look at the snowman...it's got a top hat without a brim."
Sure enough, when I got to the window I saw that the snowman had a top hat about two feet tall.  This was a strange snowfall.  We usually have wind that makes the snow drift but this time there was no wind at all and the snow just piled up and up.  "Mom and dad aren't getting home today," I said.
"No way are they getting home.  I think I'll call mom and tell her how deep the snow is here and that we'll be okay," Bobby said.
"Put it on speaker," I said.
"Well, I was just thinking about it.  I should wait until later, say four o'clock," he turned to look at the clock and added, "It's only twelve fifty-one now."
"Okay, I think I'll take a shower and a nap," I said, adding, "That way if we get to watch porn tonight, I can stay awake."
"Wanna take a shower together?" he asked.
"No," I said without explanation.
It was nearly four when I woke from my nap.  All I could think of was that Bobby would be calling mommy and I had to be there.  I had taken my nap in the nude so I had to get dressed.  I put on a flannel shirt without a bra, clean panties, and the tight jeans I had on that morning.  I looked in the mirror while I brushed my hair.  The loose fitting flannel shirt covered the fact that I was not wearing a bra.
Down in the family room I found Bobby asleep on the couch.  I was about to wake him when the phone rang.  He did not stir so I answered it.  It was mommy and she asked what we had done all day.  I told her about the waffles and the snowman.  I told her about the snowball fight and the macaroni and cheese for lunch.   "Sounds like you kids have been getting along," mommy said
I told her we had and she asked if I thought we could get by till she and daddy got home some time tomorrow.  I told her that I thought we could and if there is any problem we could call Mrs. Yates.  She asked to talk to Bobby.  I told her he was asleep and I would have to wake him.  She said she would hold.  I laid down the phone and went over to the couch where I shook him by the shoulder and said, "Mom's on the phone."  He woke up slow like he usually did so I went back to the phone, "He's coming but you know how slow he is.  We figured at noon that there was no chance you would make it home today."  Mommy told me that she and daddy had already reserved a room at a motel and they were looking forward to having a vacation from us kids.
At this point Bobby grabbed the phone out of my hand.  He listened for a moment and then said, Yeah, yeah...yeah, she does...yeah, I will mom...everything will be okay, don't you worry...yeah...no...okay...you too."  He hung up the phone and turned to me.  "We are alone tonight.  She did say that if we had a problem that required calling Mrs.  Yates, we'd both be grounded forever."
"Well then you just can't pick on me or I'll call Mrs. Yates," I teased as I moved close to him.
"You'd be grounded too," he responded.
"Being grounded doesn't bother me as much as it does you," I said as I rubbed a shoulder against him.  This keyed him into what I had wanted him to do.  He grabbed me and in short order he had me on the floor, tickling me.  My loose flannel shirt rode up and soon he discovered I was not wearing a bra.  About the time I was ready to shout for him to stop tickling he stopped and began exploration of my left breast.  He made no pretense that what he was doing was accidental.  His stroking and massaging felt good.  He rolled my little tittie between his thumb and forefinger.  An involuntary moan came from my mouth.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked.
"It's better than a sharp stick in the eye," I said before twisting away from him and attempting to scamper away from him.  He grabbed my ankles and twisted me over onto my back.  Soon he was on top of me with his body between my legs.  I did nothing to resist.   He had raised my shirt exposing both of my little titties.  His mouth locked over one nipple and he began sucking like a hungry puppy.  I was repulsed by his actions but at the same time thrilled at the feeling.  In addition I felt a connection between the feelings in my breast and my pussy.  I soon began moving involuntarily with short hip thrusts and arm and leg jerks.
He pulled away and asked, "Do you like that?"
"Love it," I replied.  He locked onto the other breast.  The feelings intensified and I could not believe all he was doing was sucking on a tit.  It was like when he tickled me except this never seemed to get to the point where I wanted him to stop.  He stopped and looked me in the eyes with a questioning look.  I said, "Don't stop Bobby.   Don't stop."  He went back at it alternating occasionally from one breast to the other.  I did not want this to stop.  I began to thrash about a little more with every minute.  Then I fell over the edge.  I began to shout with pleasure as I floated above it all.  He had given me an orgasm by simply sucking on my tits.  As I came down he stopped and I wondered aloud, "Am I a freak?"
"You're freakin' sexy, Carly," he said.
"No, I mean am I different from other girls?"
 "How should I know?  Your tits are the only ones I've ever sucked," he said.
"No they're not," I insisted as I listened to my heart throb in my ears.
"Well yeah, other than moms but I don't remember that," he said as he rose up and looked down at me.  He added, "I'll never forget these."  He stroked an index finger over a nipple.  A jolt of sensation ran from there down to my pussy.  
I wondered if I would ever be able to nurse a baby without having an orgasm.  That would be terrible to be given an orgasm by your baby.

IV.	We Have Only Begun

Bobby got off me and sat on the edge of the couch and looked down at me.  I did nothing to cover myself.  "You know," he said, "its time you do something for me, right?"
"You want me to suck on your titties?" I asked.
"No but..." He hesitated and his face turned red.  "You could suck on my peter."
"Oh Bobby, yuck, that's awful.  There is no way I'm sucking on your peter."  I had suddenly lost all interest in playing with my brother.  
"I'll lick your pussy," he pleaded.
"Double yuck," I said as I pulled my shirt down.  "What makes you think I would want you to lick my pussy?"
"Guys say that girls like their pussies licked."
"They are just trying to get you to do something stupid.  It turns my stomach just thinking of you putting your face down there."
"No really Carly.  Girls suck boy's peters and boys lick girl's pussies," he said insistently trying his best to convince me.
"Maybe homo boys suck boy's peters and lezzy girls lick girl's pussies but they are strange anyway," I said trying to show I knew better than he did.
"I got you off by sucking on your titties.  At least you can get my off by playing with my peter with your hands," he pleaded.
"I guess I could do that," I said as I wondered what I was getting myself into.
 He stood, dropped his jeans and shorts, and sat on the edge of the couch.  His peter was standing at a 45° angle.  I laid there on my back thinking about how I could delay doing what I had agreed to do.
"Well, I'm ready," he said after a few seconds.
"I was just wondering what we will have for dinner," I said.
"Mom said there were pot pies in the freezer," he said.
"Even you can fix those," I said.
"I will right after you do me."
"I can fix dinner," I said as I continued to lay flat on my back.
"No, mom told me to fix dinner and then I'll pop popcorn for our porn watching," he said before saying, "Come on get started."  He stroked his peter a couple of strokes.
I sat up and looked closely at his peter.  "It's all wet," I commented.
"That makes it slippery," he told me.
I reached out and touched the head of it with the tip of my index finger.  It felt firm.  
When I continued to hesitate he said, "Just wrap you hand around it like this."  He demonstrated giving his peter a stroke.
As he withdrew his hand I replaced it with mine.  The surface felt warm, smooth, and soft.  I squeezed it and found that beneath the surface it felt bone hard.  I gave it a little stroke and felt the skin move with my hand up and down on the shaft.  I realized how little I had known about a peter.  I continued to stroke up and down and felt my hand slip over the head.  "Are all boys' peters like this?" I asked.
"Pretty much," he said through gritted teeth.  He leaned back and I moved in a little closer to watch what I was doing.  
Although new liquid continued to moisten his peter, it seemed to dry out too fast.  "It's getting dry," I said.
"Yeah, too dry...spit on it."
"Yuck.  I'll get some hand lotion," I said as I stood and rushed out to get a bottle of lotion.  When I returned I sat where I had been.  Before doing anything else I undid my jeans so I could slip a hand down inside to pleasure myself.  I put a liberal amount of lotion on my hand and began to stoke Bobby's peter.  It slipped easily in my hand.  I found that with my left hand gently pleasuring me, I enjoyed playing with him more.
"Oh my, that really feels good," Bobby said in a low tone.  "A little faster though," he added.
I picked up the pace and squeezed a little tighter.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, ..." he kept repeating.
 I watched closely what was happening.  At first his balls were hanging over the edge of the couch but they began to pull up.  Soon they were bunched up tight against the base of his peter.
Suddenly I realized he was shooting his stuff and I was too close.  He hit me on the side of the face and all over my shirt.  I jumped up to avoid the second blast.  I said, "Damn Bobby, you shot all over me."  The tissues were right there.  His stuff wiped off my face easily but only seemed to rub into my shirt.  "God Bobby, we'll have to do the laundry."  I looked and realized he had caught the rest of his stuff in a handful of tissues he had ready for the job.  "Why didn't you tell me you were goin' to shoot so I could get out of the way?"  
He did not answer me so I went to the laundry room where I took off my shirt and put it in with a load of laundry.  Before I started the washer I realized my jeans were soaked in the crotch so I removed them and my panties and tossed them in the washer.  Feeling the moisture from my pussy running slowly down my legs, I wondered if I would have to wear a pad to keep from wetting everything I wore from now on.
Here I was in the laundry room with no clothes.  I checked in a basket of clean laundry that had not yet been sorted.  Most of it belonged to mommy and daddy.   None of it was mine.  In the basket were an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of Bobby's boxers.  I slipped the boxers on and decided they fit fine.  I pulled the t-shirt over my head and the hem came to just above the knee so I decide I was dressed for the evening.  I went to the upstairs bathroom where I got a panty liner and stuck it in Bobby's shorts to catch some of my juices. 
I went down to the family room.  I could hear Bobby in the kitchen so I checked to see if there were any telltale spots on or around the couch.   There were none.  Bobby had set up two TV-trays for our dinner.  I went to the front window to check the snow.  The wind had picked up and the snow was now drifting.   It had become quite dark and because of the drifting snow I could only see the first street light.  I could not see even half way to Mrs. Yates house.  I could tell that no one had been up or down our street all afternoon.  I called Mrs. Yates and told her we were happy to know she was there in case of an emergency.  I told her we were fine and she did not need to worry about us.  "Are you sure you will be okay by your selves?" she asked.  I assured her that we were fine and I did not want her to go out in the snow.  She thanked me for my concern and made me promise to call if we needed her.
I went into the kitchen where I found Bobby staring into the microwave.  "Hi Carly," he said, "Dinner will be ready in 14, 13, 12, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now."  With an oven mitt on his hand he removed four pot pies from the oven and placed them on a tray.  "Grab a couple forks and take these into the family room while I heat our chocolate milk."
I did as he had said and placed two pies and a fork on each TV-tray.  I returned the carrying tray to the kitchen where I found Bobby staring into the microwave again.  He heard me put the tray down and turned to look at me.  
"Where did you get that shirt?" he asked.
"Found it in the laundry," I replied.
"Big enough?"
"Just right," I said.
I thought of showing him his boxers but the microwave dinged and he removed the mugs from the oven.  I followed him into the family room.  He placed a mug on each tray and asked, "How about a movie?"
"I don't want to watch anything scary," I said.
"Nothing scary," he said as he concentrated on using the remote to turn on the TV and entering the code that removed the parental controls.  I watched the TV as he entered a channel number I was not familiar with.  A woman receptionist at an office was on the phone.  "This movie is The Helpful Secretary," Bobby said.   
"Have you seen it before?" I asked
"No, I looked at the schedule earlier.  It started about five minutes ago," he said as he began to eat.
The story of the movie seemed dumb and the actors were even worse so I was not paying much attention as I thought over all the things that Bobby and I had done that day.  Suddenly there was the receptionist and her boss kissing and tearing off each other's clothes.  I was surprised as I watched the two become naked, although she kept on her nylons and high heels.   I looked at Bobby and he was staring at the TV with a forkful of pot pie frozen half way to his mouth.  I turned back to the screen.  The couple hugged and kissed.  Soon she was laying back on his desk.  The man kissed the woman's breasts and then he went down slowly until he was at her pussy.  "See," Bobby said.
Without taking my eyes from the screen I said, "I still say yuck.  I can't believe anyone would do such a thing."
The woman seemed to be enjoying it and Bobby said, "Look how she's enjoying it."
"Maybe so but I would never kiss a mouth that had been down there," I informed him.  The man slid up and kissed the woman on the lips.  "Oh double yuck.  That would make me sick," I said.
"Well, my mouth has never been near a pussy so you will still kiss me," he said as he poked me on the shoulder.
"As long as you are good to me, you can kiss..."
He interrupted me, "Oh, oh, look there he's sticking his peter in her pussy.  I wish they would show us just what it looks like to have his peter in her pussy."
"I wonder what it feels like," I mused.
"Yeah," Bobby said as he began to eat again.
We were silent for a while as we finished eating and watched the couple finish up.  There didn't seem to be any of his stuff so I imagined that she was able to hold it all in.  They quickly got dressed and she went back to her desk.  At her desk she greeted a woman that turned out to be the man's wife.  The receptionist escorted her to the boss' office, announcing her and returned to her desk, where she turned on the intercom and listened to the conversation between her boss and his wife.  The conversation sounded like it was between lovers and soon all that could be heard was heavy breathing.  The receptionist smiled and turned off the intercom.  She went to the door to her boss' office and opened it just enough to peak in.  She saw her boss licking his wife's pussy.  She slipped her hand under her dress and began playing with herself as she watched.  I began to think I had been educated enough and the rest of this film was boring.
I glanced over at Bobby and saw that not only were his eyes glued on the screen but he had opened his jeans and was playing with his peter.  He was just stroking slowly and I thought that that was a good idea.  I reached under the t-shirt and inside Bobby's boxers and found that the pad had contained my liquids so that I was very wet.  I began stroking my little button as slowly as I could.  I had to keep forcing myself to slow down.  I had the thought that if Bobby was fingering me and I was stroking him we would be able to go slow and maybe make it last for a long time.
I stopped playing with myself and went to the bathroom to get a bath towel.  I moved the TV-trays away from the couch, pulled off the boxer shorts, and sat down close beside Bobby with the towel across my lap.  I put my hand on Bobby's hand and said, "I'll play with you and you play with me."
"Okay," he eagerly said.
"Let's spread out the towel under us," I suggested.  He stood and dropped his jeans and shorts while I spread out the towel.  I pulled my t-shirt off before sitting down.  Bobby did the same with his polo shirt.  We sat naked next to each other.  I moved so that we were touching, hip to hip.  I forgot about the movie on TV as I reached to take hold of his peter.  His hand moved down between my legs and I opened wide for him.  As a finger reached the lips of my pussy he stopped.
"I don't know what to do," he said.
"Slide a finger around until you find my opening."  He moved his index finger around until the lips opened and it slipped in.  It was thrilling to feel his finger slide in.  "Now get you finger all wet."
"Okay," he said.
"Now follow the slit forward and up and you will come to my little button."  He moved his finger in the correct way and I jerked as he touched my button. "That's it.  Rub around and over that.  Be gentle."  Things were happening to me and I was no longer able to talk.  I moaned my pleasure as I stroked Bobby's peter.  I looked at the screen and saw the back of a woman's head with her face at a man's groin.  She must be giving him a blow job, I thought.  "God Bobby, turn that off."
"Carly, this is the first time I ever saw a blow job.  I'm not going to pass it up."
I decided to watch Bobby's peter instead of the TV.  I was enjoying what Bobby was doing to me too much to stop or even let what I had seen on the screen destroy what was happening.  The slow but firm rubbing that Bobby was giving my button was giving me a gradual build up.  Bobby seemed to instinctively know to keep his finger well lubricated because before his finger got dry he would dip down into my hole to pick up more moisture.  Soon I was tensing up but not so much that I could not continue to stroke Bobby's peter.  I moaned my pleasure and Bobby repeated my moan.  My toes curled down and I tensed from toe to head.  I relaxed and tensed again.  I shouted out my pleasure but I was still able to continue to stroke.  Bobby reached around over my shoulder with his other hand and tweaked a tittie and I went over the edge.  I gripped his peter tighter and stroked it more rapidly and he shot his stuff.  I pointed it toward me and allowed it to squirt all over me.  He began to stroke me harder and I went far beyond any place I had ever been.  As I came down I found myself rubbing his warm stuff into my skin on my stomach and breasts.  It felt like warm lotion but it seemed to take forever to soak in.  I looked over at his peter and saw that it had shrunk to half its former size and was hanging down like a limp noodle.  Out of curiosity I reached over and pulled gently on his limp peter.  It certainly felt different than when it was hard.  
Still looking at the screen, Bobby said, "I'll lick your pussy now if you want."
"Forget it," I said.
"Then a blow job..."
I interrupted him by saying, "Not another word about it."
"You have a little cum on your right there," he said as he pointed to my thigh.
"Well rub it in," I said as I continued to pull on his limp but growing peter.
He rubbed my thigh until it got dry.  He slipped his hand over to my pussy, dipped his finger in and began stroking my button.  I was back on the road again.  As I began to return to a high of pleasure I felt Bobby's peter grow hard in my hand.  Bobby leaned over and kissed me and soon our tongues were wrestling in our mouths.        
It took us a long time to get there but the trip was as much a pleasure as our earlier trip.  I did the same with his stuff as the first time.  There wasn't as much as before.  I suddenly felt a chill.  I told Bobby I was cold and he said he was also.  He went to the gas fire place and lit it turning it on high.  I went over to stand beside him as we warmed our bare backsides.  "Mm that feels good," I said.
He agreed and then said, "We could play right here on the floor in front of the fire."
"I think I want to rest a while," I said.  I added, "Maybe we could find a snack."
"Maybe the next movie will be more interesting," he said.
I looked at the clock to see how long we had been at it.  We had started at five and it was now six fifteen.  I thought about doing it again and I felt a trickle of my juices run down the inside of one of my thighs.  

V.	There's More to Come

I slipped on the oversized T-shirt and picked up the boxers that I had on before.  "Hey those are mine," Bobby said.
"Yeah, but I have a pantie liner in there," I said as I showed him the panty liner.
"Oh wow," is all he said.
After putting the boxers on I went to the kitchen where I found four cinnamon rolls.  I decided to warm them in the toaster oven.  While they were warming I returned to the family room where I found Bobby surfing through the TV-channels.  I picked up the mugs and returned to the kitchen to make us some more chocolate milk.  When I was done I carried everything on a serving tray.  As I placed the rolls and mugs on the TV-trays, Bobby said, "Hey, hey, here is what you need to watch...Two young girls learn all about sex..."
"I'm not watching any lezzies," I said.
"No, no, it also says from their boyfriends."
"Watch what you want.  If I don't like it I'll do something else."
I noted that the fireplace had warmed the room so it was quite comfortable.  Bobby had found another oversized T-shirt and appeared to be dressed as I was.  As we began our snack the movie started.  The set up was that the parents were having a night out and had allowed their "teenaged" daughter to have a girlfriend sleep over so she would not be alone.  It was obvious that the girls were older than teenage.  As the parents left they said, "Don't wait up for us.  We won't be home till three or four."  As soon as the car drove off the girls each called their boyfriends and told them to come over.  It seemed that one girl was more experienced than the other.  She began to tell the other about the wonders of oral sex.  How her boyfriend had introduced her to pussy licking and how giving him a blow job made her feel in control and...it was a good way to keep her cherry.
When the boys (the actors were no boys) showed up I asked Bobby, what a cherry is.  I thought I knew but I wanted to know what he knew.  He told me in detail about a hymen and that once it was broken a girl was no longer a virgin.  Looking back at the movie we both realized this movie must be X rated since we were allowed to see an erect peter and an open pussy.  Both boys went down on the girls and we were shown tongues flicking across the girls buttons and in no time the girls were calling out their pleasures.  As I watched I no longer felt repulsed by the thought of a boy licking a pussy.  I think that if at that moment Bobby had gone down on me I would have allowed him to do so.  After five minutes or so of this it seemed they were not doing anything new except screaming a little louder.  
After the girls had simultaneous orgasms, the girls went down on the boys.  There was a lot of licking and kissing of these oversized peters.  I asked Bobby if his peter would grow to that size.  He turned red and said, "Probably not.  Those are bigger than normal.  That's why they get the job."  That is when the thought that these were just actors doing their jobs struck me.  I was then shocked to see one of the girls take her boyfriend's peter all the way to the root.  "She must be swallowing it," I said.
"Yeah," Bobby said.  I glanced at him and saw that he had his cinnamon roll in his right hand and his peter in his left hand.  I looked back at the screen and saw one boy forcing his peter in and out of his girlfriend's mouth as if he was fucking her face.  That did not look like much fun for her.  The other girl seemed so much more relaxed as she appeared to enjoy taking her boyfriend deep down her throat.  
I looked at Bobby's peter and thought that his was not big enough to go down my throat but it might be big enough to gag me.  The one girl had said, "If you feel like you are going to gag, swallow and keep swallowing and you will be able to take him all the way."  I thought that I wanted to try it on a banana before I tried it on a peter.  One of the boys announced, "I'm gonna come."  The girl pulled off and opened her mouth wide and laid out her tongue as if to invite his white stuff.  His aim was not very good.  Before he was done she had white stuff all over her face with some in her mouth.  I could not believe what I was seeing.  Using a finger she scooped up the stuff on her face and put it in her mouth.
The other boy announced he was, "Coming."  He held her head so she could not pull off.  Her cheeks bulged out and then some white stuff leaked out the corner of her mouth.  When he was done he released her and the two girls looked at each other and opened their mouths wide to show how full they were.  Smiling they closed their mouths and swallowed. 
That was it.  I was completely repulsed.  I did not care how the actors appeared to enjoy it there would be no oral sex for me this night or any other night.  I looked over and saw Bobby shooting his stuff into a wad of tissues.  I leaned back and sipped my hot chocolate.  I wondered why the movie had excited Bobby but not me. 
The next thing that happened on the screen disturbed me further.  The girls decided they wanted to change partners.  For the next part of the movie it seemed to be a repeat of the previous part except with partners changed.  I decided I did not want to watch any more of the movie and there was nothing more I wanted to do with Bobby.  I went to the front window and saw that the wind was still blowing the snow.  It was now dark outside and I could barely see the nearest street light.
I went to my room to be alone and to read until I became sleepy.   All I knew for sure was that I did not want Bobby to pressure me into doing anything more.  I could hardly understand what we had already done and I wanted to understand before doing more.  At this point instead of thinking about it I allowed myself to escape into a work of fiction.
When I was about to close the book and turn out the light I heard a light tap-tap on the door.  "Yes, Bobby," I called.
He opened the door a little bit and asked, "Are you Okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired and want to go to sleep," I explained.
"There's another movie starting."
"That's okay, I'm not interested."
"Okay, g`night Carly," he said.
"G'night Bobby," I said and he closed the door.
Almost immediately I dropped off to sleep.  A sleep that was deep and dreamless.  In the morning I woke clear headed and rested.  I showered to freshen up before going down stairs.  I still wore the oversized black t-shirt but with nothing else.
I ate a small breakfast and then checked if the TV would change to the adult channels.  It wouldn't so I thought Bobby had put it back under parental control.  I jumped when the telephone rang.  It was mommy checking if we were okay.  She said that she and daddy would be working and expected to be able to get home that evening.  I looked outside and told her that it looked like things were getting worse rather than better.  She said the weather forecast said things would get better.  She said she would call again later in the day.  We hung up and I went back to my room to do some more reading.
I read for a while and napped for a while.  When it was almost noon I went down to fix lunch.  Bobby was nowhere to be found so after fixing the sandwiches I went back up to check if he was still in bed.  Knocking on his door I got no answer.  I cracked the door and looked in.  He was apparently asleep on his bed.  I called his name and he did not move.  I went in and checked to see if he was still breathing.  He was and I shook him and called his name.  He mumbled something.  When I asked him to repeat, it sounded like he said, "Let me sleep."  I turned to leave and he said, "Love you Carly."
I glanced back and said, "Love you Bobby."
"Then climb in bed with me."
"No Bobby, lunch is ready," I said as I left the room.
I no sooner sat down to eat when Bobby, from behind me, put his hands over my eyes and said, "Guess who."
"Sounds like President Clinton," I said.
"No!"
"Well, if that's not you Bill then I can't imagine who it could be."
"Carly when did you get so familiar with Bill Clinton," he asked as he took his hands from my eyes and placed them on my shoulders.  He kissed me on the cheek.  I turned to meet his lips with mine.  We began a long passionate, wet kiss.
Soon I broke away from the kiss and said, "Lunch."
He moved around the table and sat where I hand placed his lunch.  "Yeah, I thought it was morning when you woke me but when you said lunch I woke right up."  
I noted that he was still in the oversized T-shirt as I was.  I asked, "How late did you stay up?" 
Between bites he said, "Fell asleep shortly after you left...woke up later...turned off TV...went to bed."
"I saw you turned on the parental controls," I said.
"Does that automatically...when you turn it off."
"Mom called.  Said they will be home this evening."
"Looks better out there," he said.
"Wind stopped and it stopped snowing but I can't imagine the roads'll be clear in time," I added.
"Guess we'll see."  When he had finished eating he said, "I'll play with your pussy if you'll play with my peter."
"Bobby, I don't want to do any more."
"Don't you want to feel good?"
I thought for a bit and said, "Not today."
"Tell you what Carly," he said, "I'll leave you alone today and if the folks don't get home tonight, we'll sleep together."
"They'll get home."  
He spent several hours on his video game and I read.  When the phone rang about three thirty he answered it.  It was mom, after they talked a bit he put it on speaker.  Mommy said, "...and Carly, how's she doing."
"I'm fine mom, but I miss you guys," I said.
 "Miss you too.  I'll sleep good tonight knowing you will both be fine for one more night," mommy said.
We no sooner got off the phone and Bobby said, "You gotta sleep with me tonight."
"I never agreed to that," I insisted.
"Yes you did."
"No, you did, but I didn't"
He wouldn't leave it alone.  He kept after me insisting that I had agreed to sleep with him until I screamed, "Bobby listen, I won't do anything with you!  Nothing!  Do you hear?  Nothing!"  I think he then realized he had pushed me too far.  As I was looking to decide what we would have for dinner, he came to me and apologized.  He truly seemed sorry for upsetting me.  He suggested potpies again and when I agreed he said he would cook them if I made hot chocolate.  I agreed and soon we were in the family room eating our dinner.
"What would you like to watch on TV?" he asked.
"Not any more sex shows," I said.
He surfed through the channels until he found a movie where a couple was trying to make a go of their marriage against all kinds of problems.  It was a comedy with the guy being an optimist and the girl a pessimist.  Everything she could think of that could go wrong did but he would always be able to solve the problem and make things right.  Often movies like this are not even funny but this one made me laugh so by the time it was over I was in a pretty good mood.  Just as the movie ended, mommy called and asked if we had watched the movie.  Of course we said yes and were able to talk about it so that she was sure of what we had watched.  Mommy asked us to not stay up too late but she suggested we watch the next movie coming on.
Bobby made popcorn and I made hot chocolate before we watched the next movie.  There were three kids in a family with a busy father and a stupid mother.  The oldest kid was a girl about my age and the other kids were her younger brothers.  The boys had witnessed a murder but they had a difficult time trying to convince anyone that they had.  The movie went by so quickly that I was surprised when it was over.
"Carly, do you remember when you couldn't sleep or didn't feel good and you crawled in bed with mom and dad?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," I responded.
"Remember how good that felt when you cuddled up to them."
"Yeah."
"I'd like to do that with you tonight," Bobby said.
"Sounds nice but...," I involuntarily yawned in the middle of the sentence.  "...but you'll get a hard-on and want me to beat you off."
"You wouldn't have to do anything you don't want to do and I will only do what you ask me to do."
He had been very nice to me all evening and now I knew why.  This was probably the last night that we would have a chance to do anything.  Not only would mommy and daddy be home tomorrow but in another day Christmas Vacation would be over.  "Okay but if you do anything I don't like you promise to get out of my bed."
"Okay," he said with enthusiasm.
"Promise you will leave if I tell you to," I insisted.
"I promise to do what you say and if you tell me to leave I will do so," he stated.
So we went to bed together.  He wanted to go to bed in the nude but I put on a pair of panties and I still had on the oversized T-shirt and I made Bobby keep on his oversized T-shirt.  We kissed and hugged for a while and I could feel his hard-on as he pressed it against my hip.
After a while I laid my head on his shoulder and said, "Promise me one more thing, Bobby." 
"What," he asked softly.
"Promise me that if I go to sleep, you won't do anything except cuddle up close."
"I'll just cuddle up close when you go to sleep, I promise."
I hugged him tight and nibbled on his ear.
"Mm, does that mean I can nibble on you?" he asked.
"Guess so."
It was not long before he was sucking on my titties and I wanted more than I had intended when we went to bed.  I realized what was happening and I turned away from him.  I pulled his hand over one of my breasts.  He moved up close behind me and I could feel his peter press up against my butt crack.  He caressed my breast, squeezing gently.   I felt all warm and comfortable.   I felt I could fall asleep like this and sleep all night.  He moved his hips which had the effect of rubbing his peter up and down my butt crack.  With my panties on, I felt there was no harm in allowing this.  After a while he asked, "Are you still awake?"
"I'm sleepy but awake," I replied.
He moved down a little in the bed and I felt him slip his hard peter between my thighs.  "Is this okay?" he asked.
I squeezed his peter between my thighs and said, "Okay."
He appeared to be well lubricated and he began to slowly move back and forth to slide his peter between my thighs.  I moved my hand down inside my panties to play with my button.  In my sleepy state I seemed to slip into a dreamy world of pleasure.  I barely felt his peter sliding between my thighs as my internal spasm of pleasure began to build.  His hand joined my hand as soon I let him play with my button while I reached down and pinched at his peter each time it thrust forward between my thighs.
I went up and up into my dream world as the intensity of each internal spasm built one upon the other.   I moaned each time as I felt that I had gone over the top but then each time I would go higher the next.  Would I never come down?  Would I keep going higher?  I squeezed my thighs closely around his peter.  I felt him forcing it back and forth with greater force.  He pushed hard forward and held it there; at the same time he thrust several fingers into my pussy.  He was shooting his stuff onto my bed sheets and I was sure that this was love. 

VI.	A Sunny Day

I went to sleep with his fingers inside me and I slept soundly and only awakened after it had grown light outside.  I could tell that it had cleared and the sun was shining.   We were in the same position but his peter had shrunk and his fingers had slipped out.  He was sleeping soundly, breathing deeply.  I reached back and found his soft peter nearly touching me.  I pulled on it and it began to grow.  Visions of him licking my pussy flashed in my mind and I felt a tingle down there.  I wondered what he would do if I asked him to lick my pussy.  Did I dare ask him after how I had spoken about it?  After some time debating with myself I decided to ask him.
I guided his hardening peter between my thighs and moved his fingers closer to my pussy opening.  Then I nudged him to wake him.   As usual he woke slowly but once he realized where he was he said, "Good golly Carly, it was great sleeping with you."
"Yeah and look what happened outside."
"A sunny day, how perfect..."  He was quiet for a moment.  "No, perfect would be for me to say..." he again paused before saying, "Carly, I love you."
"I love you too, Bobby."
"We came real close to fucking last night, didn't we?" he asked.
"Pretty close," I agreed before adding "We won't though `cause I'm keeping my cherry."
"Okay sis, as long as we can keep playing I will make sure you keep your cherry."
"Still wanna lick my pussy?" I asked.
He did not answer right away.  I had time to worry that something was going wrong.
"Yeah, sure but..."
I interrupted him with, "I changed my mind."
Until this point he had not moved a muscle, with his hard peter between my thighs and his hand in my panties.  I guess the thought of licking my pussy motivated his movements.  His fingers curled and slid into my pussy.  His hips flexed and thrust pulling his peter back and forth between my thighs.  He stopped moving and asked, "Right now?
"If you want."
He suddenly moved, sitting up and looming over me he asked, "Really? Right now?"
"You better get started before I change my mind again." 
He flipped the sheet and blanket out of the way and said, "Look at that."  I looked to where he was pointing.  There was a large wet spot on the sheet where he had shot his stuff.  "I'm sorry...I should have gotten a towel or something."
I was slipping off my panties and I said, "Never mind.  Get your tongue down here."  I pointed to my pussy.
He moved in slowly, looking carefully at his destination.  I was eagerly anticipating what I expected.  I was sure his tongue would at least equal his fingers but I hoped for even more.   He used both hands to examine my pussy, opening the lips apart and peering in.   I was a tingle with anticipation but what he was doing was not doing what I wanted.  "You are so wet; you're just running with juice," he said as he continued his examination.  He added, "Wonder how it tastes."  His tongue lapped like a dogs tongue with several quick strokes.   "Mm...mm...mmm...that's good," he said before diving in.   
What the girls in the movie had said about enjoying pussy licking does not even begin to describe what I experienced.  If my fingering rates a 10, and Bobby's fingering rates a 100, this rates 1,000 or even more and he had only started.   Each time he licked my button I moaned my pleasure a little louder.  I gripped his head and held him in place.  He began kissing my button, sucking it in between his lips and pushing it out.  "Oh...oh...oh," I called out each time.  That rated 10,000.  It was the best...the best of all time.   I was soaring on high; above anywhere I had ever been.  I did not want it to end but did not believe I could take any more.  My Eyes closed.  Although I tried to remain still to help him keep doing what he was doing, my body betrayed me by thrashing about as though I was trying to get away from him.  He valiantly held on as he rode my violent movements like a veteran who had done this before.
My body was suddenly in overload.  What I can only describe as an electric shock ran up and down my spine.  My head buzzed and I was screaming for him to stop.   He did stop and it was a few moments before I regained enough control of myself to speak.  "Are you okay, Carly?" he asked.
"Okay?" I questioned.  "Lots better than okay...Wow!" I exclaimed trying to catch my breath.  My pussy was still throbbing with pleasure.  I would come down but the internal spasms continued to carry me up.
"How was that?" he asked as he looked at me admiringly.
"Worth a million," I said.
"You really liked that, huh?"
I was now beginning to come to my senses. "Oh, Bobby, I never knew anything could feel that wonderful.  I love you doing that; god, my pussy feels so good."
"It sure tastes good, too, Carly, real good.  I'll do that any time you want," he said smiling down at me.
"I'm sure I would enjoy you doing it again right now but maybe I should rest a little," I said as I still felt my blood coursing through my body as if I had run all the way home from school.
"Yeah, you are all red in the face, in fact you are red all over," he said as her stroked his fingers over my tummy and down my thighs.  I tensed up and felt a contraction deep in my pussy.
"Oh Bobby stop!  I can't take anymore."
"I love getting you off Carly.  You enjoy it so much but I think you do need some rest.  I'll go down and make us some breakfast and you come down in a little while."
"Kiss me before you go," I asked.
He bent down and kissed me.  I offered him my tongue.  As I explored his mouth I became aware of a new taste.  I thought to myself that must be my pussy juices, not bad.
"Gotta pee," he said as he darted from the room.
I lay there wondering how I was going to be able to keep from having him do that to me every moment we are alone.   Then I asked myself, what am I going to say or do when he asks me to go down on him because I am sure he will?  Gee, I had him kiss me after he was down there and it actually tasted good.   Maybe I am all wrong about what his peter would taste like.  I wished I had a girlfriend I could talk to about this.  But of course I would have to make out that it was a boyfriend and not my brother.  I will keep the secret because I love Bobby and I don't want anyone to think badly of us.  I have to pee too.
When I arrived in the kitchen I found Bobby had cooked bacon, eggs, and toast.  "I was about to bring it up to you," he said.
"That's okay.  I would rather eat here," I said and added, "Wow I'm hungry!"
"Me too," he said as he placed our food at places side by side.
I sat at one of the places and he sat close beside me.  We ate in silence.   He had made coffee but when he tasted it he said, "Don't drink the coffee.  I evidently don't know how to make coffee."
"Everything else is good," I said.  I touched his bare thigh with my left hand and said, "I bet you want me to suck on your peter."
"Carly, I said you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Yes but you want me to."
"How could I not."
"Go take a shower.  Get all cleaned up.  When you come to my room I will try.  Okay?"
"Shower?  Your room..." he mumbled.  He stood and said, "Okay."  He left the kitchen.  He moved almost in slow motion.  I think he had resigned himself to never getting a blow job.  Now that I had raised his expectations I could not back out but if it did not taste good I would not be able to do it.  Maybe if it did not taste bad I could do it, even though it did not taste good.  Just so it doesn't taste bad, I told myself, I'll do it.
I went to my room and stripped the sheets off my bed and put clean sheets on.  I took the soiled sheets to the laundry where I put them in the washer with some other dirty clothes.  Bobby must have moved the clothes I had put in the washer the other day to the dryer.  I checked...they were dry.  I found my flannel pajamas and changed into them tossing the T-shirt in the washer.  
I returned to my room.  I had not been there long when Bobby came in wearing a towel around his waist.  The towel was tented out where his hard peter pushed it out.  We smiled at each other.  I was very nervous.  More nervous than I had been before each thing we had done so far.  I kept telling myself I could not back out now.  Bobby appeared to not know what to do.  I was sitting on the edge of my bed so I stood and told him to sit where I had been.  I reached out and undid his towel exposing his peter.  I sat on the floor between his feet.  I looked closely at his peter.  Although he had washed and dried, there was a bead of moisture oozing from his pee hole.  I said to myself, that is what can't taste bad.  I touched the moisture with my index finger and brought the finger to the tip of my tongue.  It tasted only slightly salty.  In fact it had almost no taste.  I assured myself it did not taste bad.  I kissed the tip, sucking in another drop of his peter oil.  Not bad, I assured myself again.  I licked around the head end of his peter.  It had a clean taste.  I sucked the head in my mouth and pushed it out with my tongue several times. 
"Oh Carly...that feels so good," he said.
I took a little more of his peter in my mouth.  Remembering the vision of seeing the girl in the movie take the boys peter deep in her mouth and remembered how she had said that if you begin to gag, swallow and keep swallowing, I took his peter all into my mouth.  It touched the back of my mouth and I gagged.  I spat it out before my breakfast came up.  I took it deep again and this time I swallowed and the tip started down my throat.  His peter was not long enough to go farther but I continued to swallow.
"Oh wow Carly...oh wow," Bobby said.
I pulled back and took it deep again, swallowing, swallowing, and swallowing.  I repeated this several times and Bobby continued to tell me how wonderful it felt.
I was beginning to feel confident that I was making him feel good without grossing myself out.  I licked around his peter and began taking it deep again.  Five or six times and Bobby announced, "Carly I'm gonna come."
"You mean you are gonna shoot already?" I asked as I lifted up part of the towel he was sitting on to catch his stuff.   His stuff began to shoot and I caught it all in the towel.  
"Oh Carly, that was great, really great."
I looked at the pool of his stuff.  I thought that it kind of looked like runny cake frosting.  Maybe it did not taste bad...maybe even good.  I stuck the tip of my index finger in the warm pool.  I brought my finger up close to my face.  I sniffed...it did not smell bad.  I touched my finger to my tongue.  "Yuck," I said as I realized it had an unpleasant bitter taste.  I looked up to Bobby and said, "Thank you for warning me.  I would not want a mouthful of that stuff."
"Oh Carly if real sex is any better than that...well...I wonder why adults don't fuck all the time."
"Do you think real sex is better?" I asked.
"If it isn't people would be sucking instead of fucking and the human race would die out.  Anyway we won't find out until you are old enough to break your cherry."
"You could find a girl who would let you break her cherry."
"I could," he said, "but Carly, I love you so much that I don't want any other girl."
That seemed so sweet that I moved up and began kissing him.  We kissed for a long time and only stopped because our tongues were getting tired.  We lay in each other's arms feeling very relaxed.  I was about to drop off to sleep when a noise outside caused us to jump up and go to the window.  There was a snowplow moving the snow on our side road.  That meant the main roads were open.
"You know Carly we need to agree on what we are going to do.  I love you so much I want to be with you all the time," he said.
"I know Bobby but we are too young and..."
"We are brother and sister.  We are not supposed to love each other in that way."  He had said it.  We had both avoided saying it.
"It's wrong...I mean...what we did is wrong.  Isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah, if either of us says anything to anyone we will both be punished.  In fact I think...I could go to jail," Bobby said hesitantly.
"That can't happen...I won't say anything and we have to pretend...you know..."
"I know...we have to...be like we always were so no one even..." 
We were both crying with tears streaming from our eyes.  I handed him a tissue and dabbed at my eyes with another.  We talked for hours about what we would have to do to be like we had before so no one would suspect we were lovers.  We would keep our love secret and only express our love when we knew we are safely alone.   At last about three o'clock we decided to go through the house to make sure nothing was out of order.  We had agreed that when mommy and daddy came home I would complain about Bobby hogging the TV with his video game.  That would sound more normal than any other complaint and after spending two days all alone we should have complaints.
"And I'll complain about you bossing me around," Bobby added.  "Like uh...you told me I couldn't sit around all day in my pajamas."
"That sounds like both of us," I said.
We both agreed that it was fun being brother and sister again and we agreed that if either of us said or did anything to make the other angry it was just part of the pretense.  We would never let anything come between us even if we pretended that as brother and sister we couldn't live with each other.
 When mommy and daddy arrived home they had Donny with them.  He greeted me like we had been apart for weeks or even months hanging on me like he never had before.   Bobby and I pulled off our act of being tired of being alone with each other.  We did a good job.
Mommy said, "Daddy's got a surprise for everyone.  Since you didn't get into any real fights or destroy anything and you didn't have to call Mrs. Yates."
We followed daddy to the garage where he opened the back of the van and pulled out a big flat screen TV.  We all helped daddy set up the new TV and rearrange the family room so there was a video game corner and a TV corner.
Mommy said, "See how when you do things right, you get rewarded."
"Yeah, see sis," Bobby said in a sarcastic way.
I looked at him and stuck out my tongue.
Things were back to normal and everyone thought that we were such good kids for being able to take care of ourselves during the worst snowstorm of the decade.  When school started we fell into a routine.  We used the half hour before Donny got home as our private time.  Mondays he would lick my pussy.  Tuesday I sucked on his peter.  Most Wednesday and Thursdays we would spend with friends and on Fridays we would have our pretend sex with him playing with my breasts and pushing his peter between my thighs.  Several times we came close to getting caught but locking the doors saved us and we were complimented more than once for being so careful.
When spring vacation came, Donny was allowed to spend the days with a friend whose mother watched them.  That as mommy said, "Relieved Bobby and Carly from the responsibility of taking care of Donny."   
Donny would go with mommy and daddy when they went to work and they would drop him at his friends.  As soon as they were gone Bobby would come to my room.  We would get naked except for my panties.   We would kiss and hug before he would begin by playing with my tities.  I would begin to get excited and he would put his peter between my thighs.  Sometimes I could feel his peter pressing up and pushing my panties into my pussy.  I often wished we were older so we could have real sex.  After he would shoot his stuff this way he would go down and lick the juices from my pussy.  His long tongue would lick deep in as though he was licking cream out of a bowl.  Then he would go for my button and I would experience that wonderful, wonderful trip to my erotic dream world where I completely lost control.
We then would have breakfast where we always talked about our love for each other.  We would then shower after which I would give him his daily blow job.  His peter had grown a little and now when I took it deep I could feel it in my throat as I swallowed around it.  He always pulled out and shot his stuff in a towel so I did not have to taste it but on Friday I told him that when he knew he was going to shoot I wanted to have him force his peter in my throat.  I would swallow and he could shoot his stuff directly into my stomach.  I felt his warm stuff surge down my throat.  I nearly gagged but I swallowed my way through it.  The warm feeling in my tummy told me this was good.
When he was done he pulled out and a trail of his stuff spread out on my tongue.  This time it did not taste bad.  I wondered if I had changed or if the taste of his stuff had changed.  In the next few months when I would give him his Tuesday blow job I would taste his stuff.  Once in a while I found it was unpleasantly bitter but most of the time it did not taste bad.  One day in June I told him to fill my mouth with his stuff.  When he was done I swallowed and suddenly imagined myself as super girl with the strength of his stuff in my stomach.  When I told him about this aberration he laughed and whenever he wanted to shoot his stuff in my mouth he would ask me if I wanted to be his super girl again.     
Over the next year and a half nothing much changed.  We had short periods when one of us would want to stop but we would begin again.  One other thing we did was to pledge to be faithful to each other.  
When he turned 17 he had a girlfriend that he went to school events with and I sometimes felt some jealousy.  He always insisted that he loved me and our love would last forever.  He told me every detail of what he and his girlfriend did.  He said that they kissed but had done nothing more serious than French kissing.

VII.	A New School Year

That September when school started Bobby was in the 11th grade, I was in the 9th grade, and Donny was in the 7th grade.  We all arrived home on the same bus so Bobby and I had no private time any more.  There would be a day now and then when Donny would visit a friend and on those days Bobby and I would enjoy each other.   Also, once or twice a week Bobby had after school activities that kept him from arriving home until later so I had private time with my little brother Donny.  It took me a while until one day in early October I caught him beating off.
He was so scared.  He was in the bathroom and I walked in.  There he was standing in front of the mirror watching himself as he had his pants down and he was pumping on his peter.  He tried to hide what he was doing from me as I asked, "What were you doing?"
"Nothing," he answered.
"Yes you were," I insisted.  I went on, "Now Donny, I want you to tell me what you were doing."
"Nothing...I wasn't doing anything," he insisted.
I moved close to him and he crouched down in his attempt to hide.  I said, "Show me what you were doing."
"Huh uh, no," he pleaded.
"You were beating off, weren't you?" I demanded.
He looked at me with shock on his face.  He had never heard his sister use such words.  Tears began to flow from his eyes.   "Oh sweetheart, I didn't mean to make you cry," I said as I wrapped my arms around him.  I whispered in his ear, "A healthy 13-year-old boy needs to beat off every once in a while.  Now let me see that peter of yours."
"Huh uh," he said as he tried to squirm away from me.
"I bet you've got a pretty peter.  Any brother of mine has to have a pretty peter."  He could not get away from me but I could not get him in a position to be able to see his peter.  I began to tickle him.  We did not have much history of tickling but he was soon helplessly under my power and there was his peter sticking up like a handle that needed a hand to make it work.  I wrapped my hand around it and began gently stroking it.
"No Carly, no!" he said as he continued to squirm.
"It's okay Donny; I know what I'm doing."  His peter grew firmer in my hand and Donny stopped resisting me.
"Carly...Carly...I'm...I'm gonna..."
"I know, you're gonna come," I said.  I directed his peter to the side so that his stuff shot out onto the floor.  As it did, I took note that his peter was nearly as big as his brother's.   When his stuff slowed to a dribble I looked to his face.  He looked frightened and I put a hand on either side of his face and planted a kiss on his lips.  He attempted to twist away from me and I said, "Oh come on give your big sister a big kiss."  He still resisted and I said, "If I can beat you off you can give me a kiss."  His lips met mine and he wrapped his arms around me.  My tongue met his closed lips but they parted slowly.  Soon our tongues were swirling around each other.
It had been several weeks since my little button had had a proper stimulation and at this moment I felt it itch for attention.  When we broke from the kiss he said, "I have always wanted to kiss you Carly."
We kissed again and my pussy said to me it wanted attention.  When the kiss ended I asked, "Have you ever seen a girl beat off?"
"I never knew girls beat off," he replied.
 "Oh yes, girls beat off.  I do it often.  I feel like I need to do it now.  Would you like to watch?"
"You mean it?  You'd really let me watch?" he asked in surprise.
"Only if you promise never to tell anyone."
"I'd never tell anyone."
"Think about it.  You're with your buddies and one of them is bragging about how he did his girlfriend.  He says something that you know can't be true and you say something about me.  You have to be sure not to say anything."
"I won't say anything to anyone."
"Okay, let's get up off the floor and go to my room."  As I stood and helped him up I said, "Let me clean this up first."  I took a towel from the rack and wiped up the mess on the floor.  While I did Donny pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.  I brought the used towel and a fresh clean towel with me to my room.  Donny followed close behind me.
In my room I spread the clean towel on my bed and sat on it.  Donny stood several feet away.  I smiled at him and he smiled nervously back at me.  I lay back on my bed and said, "I bet you have never ever seen a pussy."
"No,"
"You don't want to watch from over there.  Come over here and sit on the edge of the bed so you can get a good look," I said as I patted the bed where I wanted him to sit.  He followed my directions and I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and lowered the zipper on my jeans.  His silly smile looked cute as he watched with an unwavering stare at what I was doing.  I raised my butt and lowered my jeans.  I pulled them all the way off and tossed them aside.  I ran my fingers over my very wet panties and said, "That's not pee...its pussy juice that tells me I need to play with myself."
"Yeah," he squeaked as his voice cracked.  
"Don't be nervous," I said as I slipped down my panties.  I had been trimming my pussy hair quite short so that it looked neat.  I spread my legs wide so Donny could get a good look.  "What do you think?" I asked.
"Pretty," he squeaked.
"You think."
"Yeah, it's the prettiest thing I have ever seen," he said.
"Thank you but I don't think it is prettier that your peter.  Now look what happens when I open it up.  See there are lots of folds of skin to hold onto a peter when I'm old enough to have a peter in there and all this juice is meant to make it slippery so a peter will slip in easily."
"Gee," he said.
"Now with my fingers all covered with pussy juice I rub like this," I instructed as I began to rub at my little button.  "This is how girls beat off."  I looked at his face and he had a look of amazement.  I reached my highs much faster than usual.  My head rolled back, I closed my eyes, and moaned loudly.  When I opened my eyes I caught him adjusting his peter.  
"Your hard again aren't you?"
"Yeah," he said and I noted his face turned red.
"Well, that's to be expected.  I'd play with you again but mom and dad are due home in a few minutes.  We don't ever want to get caught and we will never tell mom and dad either.  We'll play some more when we are alone again."  All the while I was talking I was pulling up my panties and putting on my jeans.
"You mean it?  We'll play with each other again?" he asked.
"Oh yes, any time we are sure of being alone and if you want to we will play like we are lovers."
"Will you let me stick my peter in your pussy?"
"No, we are way too young to do that but there are lots of other things we will do."
"Like what?" he asked.
"Come here and give me a kiss and we will talk the next time we are alone." He scooted to me and nearly lay on top of me as we kissed.  His tongue is long and he became a good kisser in no time at all.  I wondered how he would respond if I asked him to lick my pussy.  Maybe I should suck him off before I ask him to eat me out.  Maybe tomorrow or maybe that is moving too fast.
It was Thursday and my turn to read that evening.  When Donny came to sit beside me he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.  Bobby, ever the observant one said, "What's this...Donny kissing his sister?"
 "Just thanking her for being so nice to me," Donny said as he cuddled up close to me.  My pussy tingled as I thought about having a second lover.  As I opened the book I wondered if I should tell each of them about the other.
We had a school holiday in October but mommy and daddy had to work so as soon as they left Bobby came to my room and we did our favorite where he spooned behind me with his peter between my thighs and he played with my button.  I was able to keep from moaning loudly.  After we had both come we kiss a long kiss and then he told me he had to go do something with his friends.  I told him I would miss him but maybe Donny could fill in for him.
"Sure, go ahead," he said as he prepared to leave.  
As soon as Bobby left I went to Donny's door and tapped on it lightly.  I heard his voice but I could not make out what he said.  I opened his door slightly and asked, "Can I come in?"  He invited me in and I entered his room.   He was still in bed and he looked like he had just awakened.  I told him Bobby had left and would be gone for most of the day so we could do anything he wanted to do.
"Can I watch you again?" he asked.
"Of course if that is what you want.  But there are other things we could do."
"Like what?"
"Why don't we both get naked and hug and kiss to start with?" I asked. 
"Okay," he said as he sat up in bed and pulled off his pajama top.
I unbuttoned my pajama top a little slower and when I opened it up Donny's eyes grew large.  "Wow, Carly you got tits," he said.
"Well yeah."
"No I mean you got tits.  Tits big enough to suck on," he tried to explain.
"Would you like to suck on them?"
"Do they give milk?"
"No but I bet you would enjoy sucking on them," I said.  I sat down on his bed and moved close to him.
  He just sat there staring.  I knew he was taking in every detail of shape and color.  I placed a hand under one breast and moved even closer to him.  My tittie was only about six inches from his mouth.  He licked his lips, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Really, you're gonna let me..."
"Do it now or I might change my mind."
He plunged forward, taking my tittie in his mouth.  I cradled his head in my hands.  He eagerly nursed like a hungry child.  My body responded with those now familiar feelings deep down in my womb.  I again wondered if when I had a baby I would get these same feelings when I nursed.   I remembered back to the first time Bobby had sucked on my tits, I had a full blown orgasm.  Now I went up but not all the way.  After a few minutes I encouraged him to try the other tittie.  After a few more minutes I became bored so I said, "There's more to do."  I pulled away from him and lowered my pajama bottoms.  He just watched me so I said, "Your turn."
Still on his bed he removed his pajama bottoms.  His peter waved around provocatively as he moved.  He looked at me and said, "You still got panties on."
"That's okay," I said as I climbed on the bed with him.  I lay on top of him as I laid him back with his head on his pillow.  We kissed passionately with lots of tongue activity.  I pressed my breasts against his chest and my belly against his peter.  I wiggled so that his peter was stimulated and he hunched against me.  Soon his hips moved so that his peter was rubbing into my belly button.  I was sure that I was not getting the stimulation that he was but it was still enjoyable.  Before long he moaned into my mouth and I felt the warm feeling of his hot stuff on tummy.  After several hard thrusts of his hips he relaxed.  I pulled back from the kiss and asked, "How's that?"
 "Carly, I can't believe...I mean...oh golly...uh...did we...uh...did we have sex?"
"We had play sex...not real sex," I explained.
"It's okay...I mean...we can play..."
"Donny, we can play at sex all we want as long as no one else knows.  If you tell anyone we won't be able to do it anymore and I might go to jail."
"Then it's wrong but we can still do it?" he asked.
"Anything that feels so good can't be all wrong.  I think the only reason why it is wrong is that older people think that they have to keep us from playing so that we don't do the real thing.  So if we don't do real sex, whatever we do is okay; but still we can't tell anyone."
"Gee Carly, that's almost the same thing I thought when I played with myself."
"Great minds, huh?" I asked before kissing him again.  As we kissed I felt his peter growing ever so slowly as it slid through the pool of his hot stuff still trapped between us.  I thought about the power I held over this little brother of mine.  I wondered if Bobby felt the same way about me.  Another thought was, how long I would be able to keep them from knowing about each other.  After he had grown hard again he began hunching against me.   I realized I had not enjoyed an orgasm with him so I rolled off and lay on my back beside him.  "Pull off my panties," I instructed.
"What?" he said as if surprised.
"You are going to play with my pussy."
"Oh!" he exclaimed as he sat up and began fumbling with my panties.  After some struggle he pulled them all the way off.  
"Now, take a little time getting familiar with my pussy.  There's a lot more to it than a peter."  I opened my pussy with my fingers and added, "You see there are outer lips and inner lips, and no teeth.  It is all designed to milk a peter dry.  It likes fingers too."  I slid fingers in and out.  I continued, "The juices that flow make it slippery and the biggest surprise of all is right up here."  I moved my moist fingers up to my button.  "I call this my little button.  It is like a tiny little peter and when it is rubbed, it gives me all the feelings you have when you shoot your stuff.  Go ahead, touch it."
At first he touched me rather tentatively but soon he was opening me wide and peering down inside.  He would stick a finger in and pull it out.  "You've got lots of juice Carly."
"Use some of it to rub on my button," I suggested.  He rubbed over and around my button lightly.  It felt good but I wanted more.  "That feels good, but if you want to make me really feel good you have to rub harder."  He did and I immediately felt those lovely spasms that I enjoyed so much.  I moaned my pleasure and he stopped.
He asked, "Are you okay."
"Yes sweetie it feels so good I can't keep quiet.  Now keep going until I tell you to stop."  He continued and I went up into that heavenly world of pleasure.  I was trying not to scream but when I heard myself scream, he stopped.  I shouted, a little more angrily than I had intended, "Don't stop!"  He continued and soon I went over the edge.  As I relaxed I said, "You can stop."
"Good golly Carly, you really enjoy getting off don't you?"
"Yeah, I do," I whispered as I continued in the afterglow.
"I wish I could enjoy it that much," he said.
"We'll do something one of these days to make you feel that good.   Right now how would you like to take a shower with me and we will get all cleaned up?"
"I'm starving," he said.
"We'll eat right after our shower," I said as I picked up my pajamas and led him to the bathroom.  I regulated the shower so that it was good and warm.  I pushed him in and followed him.  Standing behind him, I soaped him up scrubbing with only my hands.  Soon I had his peter in one hand and I was pumping him rapidly.  In short order he shot a load of his stuff on the wet wall.  I watch it wash off the wall and down the drain.  I rinsed the soap off him and shoved him out of the shower.  I quickly washed myself and followed behind him.
"I didn't bring any clothes with me," he said.
"Well no one is in the house.  Just go to your room and get dressed."  He left and I soon went to my room and dressed in my usual.  I was hungry also and I hurried.  I reached the kitchen just before he did.  I asked, "What would you like?"
"How about pancakes?" he asked.
I thought about the waffles Bobby and I had that first day we were alone.  "I'll make waffles if you make hot chocolate," I said.
"Okay."
The rest of the day we talked, kissed, hugged, but did nothing more than that.  I told him I had thought a lot about what we could do and I wanted him to look forward to the next time we could be alone. 
To be continued in Chapter VIII.  Time Flies
