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Homebodies
by Jim Flavortang (flavortang@gmail.com)

***

After a young man discovers his girlfriend's infidelity 
and subsequent impregnation by another man, he seeks 
solace at his parent's home. He accepts the task of 
babysitting his younger sister and with her, finds true 
love. (MF, inc, mast, roal, cum-eating, preg, rom)

***

My name is Kevin Randle. Moving back home after several 
years was tough. I had set up a decent office job after 
I'd gotten out of college and had what I thought was a 
pretty happy life. I had money in the bank, a nice car, 
a decent condo and a girlfriend I thought I was madly 
in love with. It's funny how things change. 

I just recently broke up with my girlfriend, Sarah. 
She'd be cheating on me with her personal trainer and 
had been doing so for almost six months. We'd only been 
together for a year and she was cheating on me for half 
of that time. 

I was suspicious of her activities for most of those 
six months. Unbeknownst to me, all my suspicions had 
been right. The late night cell phone calls for Sarah, 
the girls' night outs that she supposedly had with her 
friends, the change in attitude and behavior. It didn't 
take a genius to figure out something was going on. I 
happened to go by her parents' house one day when they 
were away when I couldn't get a hold of Sarah on her 
phone. She had told me she was going to the gym but I 
saw her car outside her parents' house along with a car 
I had recognized as her trainer's. I knew what was 
going on inside and didn't bother to push the matter 
any further.

I went back to our place and packed up as much of my 
belongings I could fit in my Suburban and decided to 
call my parents to see if I could come home for awhile 
to figure out what I was going to do over the next few 
months to get back on my feet. They were ecstatic. They 
were out of the country on an extended vacation and had 
left my younger sister, Katie, at home where she'd been 
for the last two months. 

They actually gave a nineteen year old girl access to a 
joint checking account with them and gave her a monthly 
allowance to live off of. My parents were well off 
financially so that really wasn't a big surprise, nor 
was it a surprise they trusted Katie so much. I knew 
her all my life and she was as trustworthy as a person 
could get. You could leave a truck full of money parked 
outside the house and if Katie were to find it, she'd 
call the police instead of pocketing the loot.

My parents thought it would be great that I could come 
home to give Katie some company as well as keep an eye 
on her and make sure she was safe. I agreed to 
accommodate them as they wholeheartedly agreed to let 
me come back home and stay as long as I wanted. In the 
middle of packing my stuff away, Sarah happened to come 
back home, sans her walking penis, AKA her trainer. I 
guess he was all fucked out and decided to go home.

Sarah was, obviously, stunned by what she found. She 
ran up to me as I was tossing in a suitcase, my car 
already almost full, and hysterically asked for an 
explanation. Surprisingly, I was completely calm. I 
simply told her that I knew what was happening and that 
it was alright. I knew she didn't need it by now, since 
her affair had been going on for many months, but I 
gave her my blessing. 

By now she was in tears and begged me not to leave, but 
I could practically smell the sex on her, even if she'd 
probably showered thoroughly after her recent session, 
which couldn't have been longer than a few hours ago. I 
couldn't let that pass and had to stay adamant and 
strong. I kept packing the car, looking for the last 
bits of things I had yet to pack. 

As I went back into the house, Sarah tailed me closely, 
still crying and desperately trying to keep me from 
leaving. Still calm as the wind, I just put my hand on 
her cheek and told her that we'd be alright and that I 
hope she'd be happy from then on. My heart sank when I 
said those words but I knew they had to be said. By 
now, I'm sure she was thinking back to every time she 
had been fucked by her trainer, every time she'd 
knowingly deceived me and kept her secrets, and how all 
those secrets were now coming to the surface and that 
she couldn't hide from them.

Sarah hadn't a clue where my parents' house was, which 
was about 150 miles from our condo. I had already 
changed my cell phone number and given it only to my 
closest friends I'd made in town in the two years I'd 
lived there. I knew that once I left, she wouldn't be 
able to contact me. She still begged and pleaded but I 
knew the ultimate truth: I'd found a pregnancy test 
that she'd cleverly buried deep in the trash. It was 
positive. 

I knew that I wasn't the result of that positive 
because we'd only had sex maybe twice in the last few 
months and I'd worn a condom both times and she'd had 
her period after the last time we had sex, so she had 
to have had sex with her trainer after her last period 
and didn't bother to make the guy wear protection. 
Either that or she fucked someone else I don't know 
about without protection. It wasn't my problem, though, 
thankfully and was completely guilt-free.

I told her that I knew she was pregnant and that made 
her freeze up immediately. Her eyes became sharp and 
focused, her breathing stopped, her trembling and 
crying halted. She just stared at me, knowing she 
wouldn't be able to talk her way out of it. I placed my 
hand on her face again and wished her luck with the 
father and hoped that the baby would be healthy. 

Tears were streaming down her face as she looked down, 
sinking in shame. I still loved her but her crimes 
against me were unforgivable. I had to stay the course 
and sever ties between us.

My car fully packed and almost nothing left behind, 
anything of importance anyways. I turned away from 
Sarah for the last time and got into my car and drove 
away. As I drove away, I glanced at my rearview mirror 
and saw her standing in the driveway, face still aimed 
at the ground. I could tell already she was increasing 
in weight from the child that was growing inside her, 
the child that wasn't mine. 

I have to admit that I cried on the way home. The 
nearly three-hour drive was arduous emotionally. I 
spent the whole time thinking of the year I'd spent 
with Sarah. All of the good times and bad, all of the 
times we'd made love, and argued, then made up by 
making love. All the movies we watched together, all 
the meals we shared, the conversations. It was all 
over. 

Then I realized that about half of the memories I'd had 
of us were during the time she had spent a good time of 
time on her back, another man pleasuring her and 
eventually filling her womb with his child. All the 
memories I'd ever shared with Sarah were tainted and no 
longer contained any sentiment. It would take time, but 
I knew that emotionally, I could be free of her.

On the way home, I also thought of mom and dad, and of 
Katie and how they were going to be as big a part of my 
life as they were before I left home for college. My 
parents, who were retired, had done well in the stock 
market and, because of this, traveled. They traveled a 
lot. It was pretty pointless that they even owned a 
house. The vacation rentals they stayed at when they 
were away were more permanent than the house that just 
seemed to serve as their 'rest home' or 'temporary 
transition zone' before jetting off to a new adventure.

Coming back home at twenty-two could be something to be 
ashamed of, but I didn't feel ashamed. Everyone faces 
situations beyond their control and sometimes need help 
and I was no different. Thankfully, my parents were 
painfully and eternally generous people and would 
always be willing to open their doors again, even if 
they had to open them from many thousands of miles 
away, to their son. 

I'd felt a bit guilty at asking for help, but then I 
realized how well off my parents were and how little 
use they were getting out of the house and how much 
their state of financial security allowed them to 
encourage me to come home again. This helped the folks 
two-fold. Firstly, it made them feel better that their 
son was safe and sound, and secondly it made it 
convenient that someone, namely me, could now be around 
more to keep an eye on my sister, Katie.

It was weird because Katie and I were brother and 
sister, had the same parents, were both half Asian/half 
Caucasian, but we didn't really look alike. If you had 
to pick us out of a crowd, you'd never think we were 
related. My hair was naturally light brown, my skin a 
bit naturally tanned, and I kind of looked like a mix 
of mom and dad, facial feature-wise, whereas Katie had 
lighter skin, much darker hair and didn't really look 
like mom or dad.

She looked considerably more Asian than I did. Her eyes 
were darker, whereas mine were like my hair, light 
brown, even though we were of the same ethnic makeup. 
She could probably pass as full-blooded to someone who 
didn't know her. To sum her up physically, if actress 
Rachel Leigh Cook gained about ten pounds and was 
Asian, she'd be Katie. She was super cute.

We were always pretty close growing up. Strangely, we 
never were really at odds for any extended period of 
time. It was actually kind of boring because we never 
fought. We were always congenial and comfortable around 
each other. She never really got on my nerves and I can 
only assume I never got on hers. She was always in a 
cheerful, yet reserved mood around me. Pleasant, 
upbeat, yet not overly enthusiastic, possibly even shy. 
It always seemed like when she was force a smile, she 
actually wanted to smile, but was shy to let on that 
she wanted to smile. It was sometimes strange to 
behold, albeit cute and adorable.

Katie was a bit of a homebody. She had friends and 
talked on the phone occasionally but she was so far 
from the atypical teenaged girl. You'd never catch her 
rolling around on her bed, chewing loudly on gum while 
yakking nonsensically on the phone about unimportant 
bullshit with some equally typical teenaged girl about 
what boys they thought were cute.

She was usually pretty quiet and kept to herself but 
when she did speak up, she was always soft-spoken, kind 
and sincere and as if she was generally interested in 
everything you had to say. It was quite refreshing to 
talk to someone who made you feel like you existed. I 
think that's why I always got along with Katie. She was 
hard not to get along with.

Strangely, even though she was quite cute, she never 
seemed to bring a lot of attention out of other men. 
Just on looks alone, she could definitely be the kind 
of girl that got guys looking but she never seemed 
interested in that kind of attention. She was a bit 
shorter than me, around 5'2" and was a bit shapely, she 
had a few extra pounds of baby fat on her, but that 
sort of added to her personality of not being overtly 
provocative. She was like a shadow, blending in with 
her background, never drawing attention to herself.

In public she was always quiet, reserved and never 
dressed provocatively. She was a jeans and t-shirt kind 
of girl and it was equally nice to know that on top of 
being genuinely sweet, she wasn't a whore, like 
millions of other girls her age. I had respect for her 
and cared for her not just as her brother, but as a 
human being.

Secretly though, I always had this strange thought that 
would float into my mind that I would question later, 
then feel guilty about the honestly inquisitive nature 
of the question, which was thinking of how 'hot' she 
could look if she wore some short shorts and a small 
top, along with some makeup. Then the voice in my head 
would do a double take, be aghast at the thought, slap 
itself, slap me, and pull my mind out of the strange 
haze that was the state of mind where I would 
pontificate about such things. 

I don't think it was a thought of sexual curiosity; it 
was more about me being puzzled how a girl that was 
really a diamond in the rough hadn't caught the 
attention of bunches of guys who would fight for her 
affections. She was really almost too good to be true, 
and then I realized how glad I was to be her brother 
and to have her in my life.

When I pulled up to the house, it looked the same way 
it did the last time I visited. I went up and rung the 
doorbell, Katie opened the door. I was greeted by that 
cute smile and a big, firm hug. She looked like she'd 
just got out of bed, wearing pajama pants and a 
tanktop, but was still unbearably cute. She helped me 
unload my car and after several hours of unpacking, I 
settled in.

***

After a few days, the pain of my separation from Sarah 
had really settled in. I was pretty much drowning in 
depression. I didn't want to feel that way but I 
couldn't help it. Even through all of the things she'd 
made me endure, the loss of our relationship was 
painful. I found myself moping around the house 
constantly. I ate little, slept less and spent most of 
my time lying in bed. 

I think Katie noticed it because I was less social than 
usual. I don't know if she expected me to be all smiles 
and bouncing-off-the-walls-playful with her when I came 
back but I was hardly cheerful. I tried to be, but it 
was hard. I couldn't mask the pain as much as I wanted 
to, so I figured if I couldn't mask the pain fully, I 
wouldn't bother trying at all.

Shy as she was, Katie couldn't bear to confront me 
about it. She would walk past my door sometimes and 
peek in at me, but timidly keep walking without 
uttering a word. Or she'd be in the kitchen getting 
something to eat and I'd be at the kitchen table 
nibbling on a sandwich, my mind focused on thoughts of 
Sarah and she'd walk by and sneak a peek at my face, 
but she could tell my body was present but my mind was 
elsewhere.

I glanced up at her just quickly enough to gauge that 
she was concerned, but didn't make any effort to make 
it clear that I was emotionally distraught. I'd simply 
glance up, not flashing a fake smile or any discernible 
emotion and would return to pecking at my meal. She 
usually seemed disappointed in my lack of initiative 
and would turn her eyes to the ground as she made her 
way past me and into her room.

Finally, one morning, I was sitting at the breakfast 
table eating cereal when Katie shuffled over in her 
slightly-too-long PJs and sat down across from me with 
a bowl of cereal of her own. I smiled politely at her 
in an artificially genuine way and she smiled back, 
hers was one of concern and warmth.

"So, did you sleep well?" she asked softly.

I felt like my body was creaking, my joints tight and 
tense from my growingly depressed state that I was 
afraid to move, afraid that Katie would hear my muscles 
wrench and would be alerted to my shoddy physical 
condition. I shrugged my shoulders slightly and tried 
my hardest to answer without my voice cracking. "I 
slept ok. You?"

"I slept good." She answered awkwardly, tucking a tuft 
of hair behind her ear while slouching over her bowl of 
cereal.

Several minutes slowly rolled by when Katie abruptly 
spoke again, breaching the dead silence. "So, what's 
been up your butt since you came home?"

I looked up at her, knowing my cover had been blown. It 
was no use to try and dance around the issue or play it 
out as if she'd never make the initiative to coax the 
truth out of me, because she had. "What do you mean?"

She still came off as harmless, never making a sudden 
movement as she prodded me, still hovering over her 
bowl of cereal, her eyes alternating from the table, to 
mine. Even though I should've felt nervous, I didn't. 
She was too innocent to make my privacy feel 
threatened. 

"You know what I mean." She said.

"I don't, really."

She seemed to struggle with pushing forward in her 
attempt to draw the truth from me. She wasn't used to 
being assertive and it showed. She made a face like she 
was trying to figure out some deeply complex 
mathematical equation. "Well, you've been pretty much 
moping around the house ever since you got here. You 
haven't gone out or even talked to me much. I'm just 
worried for you, that's all."

I thought it was such a sweet gesture. I felt ashamed 
that I couldn't trust her enough with my feelings to 
tell her before. I looked down, searching for a way to 
ease her an answer. "I don't know, just been thinking 
about a lot, that's all. Just had a lot on my mind."

She seemed only partially content by my vagueness. She 
wasn't completely satisfied but didn't seem to want to 
push the issue either. She didn't want to tread on 
ground I wasn't comfortable with. I saw the lack of 
total contentment on her face and knew I couldn't leave 
it at that. I hoped she'd find the courage to feed her 
curiosity.

"I know I'm not a relationship expert, but if 
something's wrong, you can talk to me about it. I am 
your sister." She said.

"I didn't want to come here and bother you with all my 
problems."

"Hey..." she said. "...I just don't want you to keep 
everything inside. You can talk to me."

It felt nice to know that someone cared about me. 
Actually cared about how I felt. "Just had some 
problems with Sarah..."

"Oh..." she said softly, fearing she'd forced me to 
confront something I wasn't strong enough for.

I drummed up the courage to tell her. "Umm, we kind of 
broke up. Well, I broke up with her..."

Katie looked at me with eyes so calming that I felt at 
home where nothing could hurt me, regardless of how 
painful the memories were. "...I found out she'd been 
cheating on me. She got pregnant too. She didn't know I 
knew. So I left."

She looked almost as anguished as I was. "I'm so 
sorry."

"It's okay. Time heals all wounds, right?"

She smiled and I realized how fortunate I was to have 
her in my life. 

I spent the next few days dragging through the house, 
sluggish and anemic. I'd go from the kitchen to the 
bedroom, spending most of my day lying nearly comatose 
in bed, watching lackadaisical as infomercial after 
infomercial plugged along. I never cracked a smile or 
showed any evidence of consciousness, save for my open 
eyes.

I noticed Katie walking by my door every few hours and 
peeking in, but she never made the initiative to enter. 
Part of me felt guilty that I wasn't more hospitable 
and brotherly, but the rest of me was too emotionally 
and physically sapped to put forth the effort to 
apologize or invite her in. 

I was usually glad when I'd notice her shadow stop 
momentarily at my door and then move away because I 
didn't have to face up to the questions she'd 
undoubtedly ask. Questions about Sarah, about what I 
was going to do next, about when I was going to snap 
out of my stupor. I just didn't feel like doing 
anything but soaking in my misery. I wasn't in the mood 
for any human interaction.

It was a cool Wednesday night and I was settled in my 
usual place: lying lazily on my bed, wrapped in 
blankets and staring listlessly at the television. 
Peripherally, I noticed Katie once more orbit past my 
door, checking in on me, no doubt, but this time, 
instead of leaving after a few moments, she wandered 
in.

I laid there, giving no reaction to her having entered. 
Without moving my head, I scanned my eyes over at her 
and found her standing there, inconspicuously watching 
my TV. After about a minute, though, she walked past 
the TV to the side of the bed my head was and sat 
Indian-style on the floor. She looked up at me and 
noticed my eyes were open. She seemed surprised.

"Oh, I didn't know you were awake. I thought I'd come 
in here and check in on you. I hope I didn't wake you 
up." She said.

"No, you didn't. I've been awake for awhile."

"Every time I've walked by your room, you've been in 
the same position. You've been laying like that since 
you woke up?" she chuckled.

"Yeah." I said lazily, no emotion on my face, eyes 
still trained on the TV.

Katie seemed to think for a few seconds, thoughts 
stirring in her head. "Do you want me to leave?"

"It's ok, you can stay." My voice sounded like I was 
ill, but I wasn't physically ill, but my emotional 
fatigue had shown and Katie realized it.

"Is... is it ok if I sit here?" she asked hesitantly.

For the first time in hours, I lifted my head and, 
feeling the muscles stretch and creak inside my body, I 
looked over my shoulder seeing the other side of the 
bed vacant, so I slid over to the vacant end. "You can 
sit on the bed if you want, since I don't have any 
chairs in here."

Her eyes seemed to light up as she slowly stood and 
carefully sat on the bed. "Ok, thanks. I'll try not to 
crowd you."

"I don't see how you could. You couldn't weight more 
than, what, 100?" I asked, my voice still stuffy and 
muffled, my eyes blank and humorless.

She smiled nervously as she sat there, almost blushing, 
her legs pulled up to her chest. "Hmm, actually, I 
think I weight closer to 112 or 115."

For the first time, I actually forgot about Sarah. My 
eyebrows rose. I didn't think she weighed that much, 
which really wasn't much at all. "Really?"

"Yeah, why?" she asked, tucking strands of hair behind 
her ear.

"I don't know. You look like you weigh less than that."

"Ohh, ok." She said with a perky smile, seemingly 
flattered.

After about fifteen minutes of silence, she spoke up. 
"Have you been feeling ok?"

It took me a few seconds to respond. "I've been ok, I 
guess."

"You just haven't seemed yourself lately. I know 
everything that happened with... what's her name, but 
I've just been worried is all."

"Thanks. I think I'll be ok."

"Is it ok if I visit you from time to time? Or do you 
want to be left alone?"

"Umm, no, you can stay if you want." I said.

Over the next week, Katie became a constant tenant in 
my room. After the first few days, she didn't bother to 
ask if she could come in and stay with me, and I didn't 
care that she didn't ask. For the first time in awhile, 
I actually enjoyed the company. 

Katie didn't pressure me with questions, or prodded me 
to open up with my emotions. She just kept me company, 
showed me that someone truly cared for me, and let me 
deal with my internal conflicts in my own way. She 
merely was there for me in case I wanted to open up. To 
me, she was like a safety net, there to catch me when I 
needed to be caught.

I felt completely comfortable having her around. She'd 
usually just sit next to me on the bed, her knees 
pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her 
legs, smiling and laughing as we watched cartoons or 
funny movies. I even smiled once or twice. Ok, I lied; 
I actually started smiling a lot. I still wasn't ready 
to leave the confines and safety of the blanket, but I 
was loosening up.

After a couple of weeks, I'd become so comfortable with 
having Katie around that the scars from Sarah's 
betrayal had begun to heal. I'd even kicked off the 
blanket! Now, I'd usually lie casually on the bed, on 
my side. I was now smiling and laughing more than I 
ever had since I came home. Katie made the transition 
back into normalcy easier by being my constant 
companion, there for me when I needed an ear to listen 
to me, a voice other than my own to listen to, a 
presence just to keep me company.

It was strange being in the company of another girl and 
having Sarah almost out of my mind. If Katie wasn't my 
sister, she'd make an ideal mate, for me, anyways. We 
were highly compatible and almost always got along 
really well. Only someone as sweet as her could have me 
feeling so good so soon based on what I'd gone through, 
and I don't even think Katie realized the effect she 
had on me. 

I'd glance up at her sometimes as she watched TV in my 
room, watching her smile and laugh. She was caught up 
in being with me like when we were younger and 
practically connected at the hip. She was completely 
oblivious to how she was affecting me. I appreciated 
that she was just there and didn't ask for anything in 
return, even my acknowledgment that she was there. She 
was just happy to be with me and that made me happy to 
have her.

One night, an incident happened that changed my 
relationship with Katie forever. At the time, I was 
excited beyond measure, and then I felt regret, but now 
I realize how special the moment was.

Predictably, as every day for the last several weeks, I 
was still finding solace vegging out in my room. Katie 
was lying on her back next to me. We were watching some 
cartoons. The mood was light and cozy. The evening 
weather was neither warm nor cold, it was perfect. 
Outside, the air was still, save for the rare slight 
ocean breeze.

I noticed Katie was in a heightened, sunnier 
disposition than usual. She seemed almost blissful. Her 
smiles were deeper and richer, the look in her eyes was 
friendlier, there was just something I couldn't put my 
finger on, but she was in a very good mood.

After the cartoon was over, she turned towards me, her 
smile turning more serious, no doubt in respect for my 
emotional condition. "Hi."

"Hi." I replied.

"You seem better."

"I feel better." I said. "Thanks to you."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You've really made it easy to get my mind off of her, 
off of what happened."

Katie scooted towards me a few inches and placed a 
gentle hand on mine. "You know, you don't deserve what 
happened. She doesn't deserve you. You deserve better. 
I mean, you're such a great guy. You deserve a girl who 
will love you the way you should be loved. I know I'm 
not Sarah, but I know I can take care of you better 
than she can. Well, not in every way, but almost every 
way."

I smiled. "What do you mean, 'almost every way'?

She blushed. "You know what way I mean."

I realized what she was talking about. "Ohh, that. 
Well, I wouldn't know. I couldn't compare you two. I've 
only been with her."

Katie got this deflated look on her face. "I know."

I felt guilty for saying what seemed hurtful to her. I 
reached out to her and rested my hand on her shoulder. 
"Hey, I didn't mean it like... I've been with her, 
yeah, but that doesn't matter now. I'd never touch her 
now. I know you'd never hurt me the way she did. That's 
why I know I'll always love you in a different way, in 
a way I could never love someone else."

She looked up at me, my words having moved her. 
"Really? You know, I don't think you've ever told me 
you loved me."

"Really?" I said, surprised.

"Yeah."

We sat there looking at each other for a tense moment.

"Hey, can I have a hug?" I asked boldly, holding out my 
right arm to her.

She smiled and scooted the foot or so that separated us 
and embraced me. The feeling was indescribable. The 
warmth of her loving embrace was so intense that I 
almost wanted to break out into tears. I held her 
close, hoping I wasn't squeezing too tight, but she was 
squeezing me so tight that I didn't think I'd need to 
apologize for the strength of my hug.

The hug dragged on for what seemed like a minute or so 
and then the thought entered my mind that we'd entered 
into inappropriate territory. The hug seemed to slowly 
evolve from an intense, loving one into a softer, more 
passionate one. She wasn't holding onto me tightly 
anymore, but was just keeping me up against her, not 
saying a word. Of course, I was doing the same and my 
excuse was inexcusable: it felt good.

Having this warm, loving body pressed against mine was 
a sensation I wasn't quickly going to abandon. I didn't 
want to pry myself away from her but I was also 
intensely curious about her state of mind. Was this 
just an innocent hug gone long or was she being a bit 
more affectionate than she'd ever been?

In an attempt to be extremely bold, I started rubbing 
her back in a way that could be construed as anything 
but brotherly. Her response surprised me. She clutched 
me closer, started rubbing my back the same way I was 
rubbing hers and started nuzzling her face into the 
crook of my neck.

Being even bolder, as my hand ran down her back, when I 
got to the bottom of her shirt, I slipped my hand under 
it and rested my hand on part of her bare back near her 
hip. With that, she seemed to tighten up and pull her 
hands away from my back. She slowly reached down, as if 
for my hand, which I gave to her, and she brought it up 
in front on her, resting my hand on her stomach, just 
below her breast. Instinctively, I ran my hand up over 
her shirt and rested it atop the soft, fleshy globe of 
her breast giving it a very gentle squeeze.

I heard her let out a whimpering gasp. I whispered. "You 
ok?"

All she did was murmur "Hmm-mhh.".

I continued very softly rubbing her breast through her 
shirt. After about ten seconds, she pulled away from 
our embrace just enough so that her face was in front 
of mine, her hands resting on my chest. She had this 
blissful look on her face, which was down turned ever 
so slightly. She was so incredibly beautiful that I 
couldn't stop myself from what happened next. I leaned 
forward and kissed her gently on the lips. After the 
kiss, I left my lips on her and what she did surprised 
me: she pushed forward, kissing me back.

The kiss was painfully soft and wet. I never wanted it 
to end. After the kiss, we laid down and she snuggled 
up next to me and we continued to watch TV as if 
nothing had happened.

The days after the incident were actually pretty nice, 
except for the fact that neither Katie, nor I dared to 
bring up what had happened days before. Other than 
that, I'd built up the courage and confidence to get 
out of the bedroom. So I watched TV in the living room. 
Yeah, I know, I'm slightly more active than a head of 
lettuce. 

Like a looping routine, I'd be on the couch, sprawled 
out and taking up way too much room and Katie would 
walk in carrying a bowl of chips or popcorn or 
something, plop down on the smaller couch next to the 
sofa I was on, ask me what was on TV and start watching 
with me and we'd exchange pleasant snippets of 
conversation as we watched a show or movie. Tonight was 
no different.

It was Friday and things were lazy, like usual. I was 
planning to just stay in, watch some DVDs, nothing 
special. I had planned to watch some action movie, a 
pretty gory one. In fact, it had some pretty intense 
gunfights too. An all-around guy movie. I popped it in 
and sat down. I was going solo tonight because I had 
peeked in on Katie about an hour prior and found her to 
be fast asleep, cozy in her bed.

After the previews finished up, I heard that familiar 
shuffling and Katie wandered into the living room, her 
hair teased and tussled, her eyes tired and squinting 
from the aftereffects of prematurely awakening.

"Why didn't you wake me up, jerk?" she asked, slightly 
slurring her speech.

I was taken aback a bit by her slight annoyance at me 
not having woken her up. I made an effort not to make a 
lazy excuse.

"I'm sorry! I saw you asleep and didn't want to wake 
you up. I didn't think it would be a big deal. It's 
just some dumb movie I'm watching..."

Arms hanging at her sides, she drug herself over to the 
couch I was on and collapsed, but sitting up straight. 
She didn't look at me as she talked, her eyes still 
barely open but focusing on the TV.

"That's lame, Kevin. You know we watch movies every 
night. Well, almost every night. All you had to do was 
nudge me a few times and I would've woken up."

I didn't know what to say. 

"I'm sorry. Next time, I'll just wake you up."

Her agitation was more acted than anything. She wasn't 
mad, she just liked being theatrical, at least with me. 
I think it was because I was the only person she felt 
safe being theatrical with. In fact, I had only ever 
seen her being theatrical around me.

She kept on the charade, really riding me on the guilt 
trip.

"Yeah, right. I think you just don't like spending time 
with me and any chance you can get to get out of 
spending time with me, you do. Jerk."

Eyes still lazily fixed on the TV, she never turned to 
look at me. I smiled and leaned over, wrapping her head 
in my arm and pulling her into a one-armed hug, 
nuzzling her head into the spot between my shoulder and 
chest.

"Awww..." I cooed mockingly. "...poor baby."

She sat up and pushed me away, scooting back over to 
where she was. She spoke in hushed tones, her mock 
anger having been tamed. 

"Jerk," she commented.

I looked at her and smiled. "But seriously, next time I 
won't start without you, ok?"

She didn't respond. For a moment I started thinking 
that maybe she wasn't joking and might've been serious 
about the whole thing. I straightened up, realizing 
maybe I shouldn't be so flippant about the whole thing 
and consider her feelings. I reached towards her, 
resting my right hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry if you're really mad, ok? It was 
a mistake and it won't happen again."

"It's okay," she responded quite plainly.

She kind of shrugged her shoulder a little, just 
slightly, as if to signal me to remove my hand, but 
without being abrupt and abrasive about it. I got the 
message and moved my hand, turning back to the TV. 

After a few minutes, she got up without any pretense 
and walked into the kitchen, turning on the light.

"Want something to drink?" she offered in a voice not 
wholly awake.

"Sure, I'll just have what you're having."

After a minute she brought in a couple of glasses of 
coke and we sat down to watch the movie. I realized we 
were watching a testosterone fest and felt obliged to 
apologize.

"Umm, I didn't know you were going to be awake so I 
kind of threw in this action movie. It's kind of a guy 
movie so I apologize if you're not into it."

"I like action movies, Kevin..." she threw back at me, 
"You know that. Or, you should know that."

I tried to be light about the whole thing, chuckling a 
little. 

"I know mostly what movies you're into. I just think 
that you're the type of person that wouldn't complain 
regardless of what movie is playing, unless it was a 
porno or something. I was just being thoughtful and 
making sure you we're into the movie, that's all."

She looked at me suspiciously. "If you throw a porno 
in, it better be in your room when you're by yourself. 
It'd be so embarrassing having to watch a porno with 
you."

"Why?" I laughed.

She smiled. "Why? It'd be so awkward. What would we 
talk about during the movie? "Wow, she has big boobs, 
look at 'em bounce around."

"Yeah, I know. It would be pretty awkward. I'd keep 
making excuses to get up and leave the room."

"Yeah, maybe to go spank your monkey or something."

I laughed. "What's gotten into you tonight? "

She stared ahead, not locking eyes with me. "Nothing."

I didn't know much about women but I knew that when a 
girl told you nothing was wrong, something was 
definitely wrong. "Come on, it's ok. Tell me."

After a few moments of what appeared to be mental 
conflict, Katie broke down. "You know, you haven't said 
anything about what happened the other night since it 
happened."

I knew it was eventually going to come up. The mood 
instantly became hush. I looked down, searching for the 
words. "Katie... I..."

"I'm sorry if you regret it." She blurted out.

"No..." I stammered. "I didn't... I don't..."

She seemed sad, lost as her eyes finally wandered to 
find mine. "It's ok. I think I was just feeling a 
little... you know, because of my cycle. I guess we 
were just in the wrong place at the right time. If you 
think I'm a total perv, I don't blame you."

I turned to her.

"Katie, I was the one that started it. With the hug, 
then, you know... I really shouldn't have done that."

"So you do regret it then?" she asked, this time 
looking me dead in the eyes.

"No... not at all. Well, I don't if you liked it."

She looked down, cracking a smile. "I liked it, that's 
why I kissed you back."

"I don't know what got into me. I just... maybe it was 
the time away from you, but you seemed so different 
when I came home. At that moment, I had trouble 
thinking of you as my sister. I just saw this 
incredibly sweet and cute girl in front of me and I 
couldn't control myself."

She turned her head, looking at me with a very sincere 
curiosity. "Is that bad?"

"No, actually. It's great. I'm just so used to you 
keeping to yourself but since I came home you've been 
so open and kind and sweet to me when I needed you. "

She turned back to the TV, clutching her soda close to 
her. "I don't know, I think I'm just comfortable around 
you and that's why I did what I did. Especially with 
mom and dad being gone, you know? I figured I could 
just do what I felt in my heart was right and you 
wouldn't make me regret it."

I smiled. "Of course I wouldn't make you regret it." 

"I guess we both just got caught up in the moment. I 
definitely don't regret it, though. You just seemed so 
hurt. I just hated seeing you like that, so I just 
wanted to do what I could to show you you weren't 
alone", she said, making me curious as to what she 
meant.

"How so?" I inquired.

She paused momentarily, her eyes seeking a way to put 
into words what she was thinking without saying 
something that could be misconstrued.

"Well, like when you gave me that hug, that was like 
the first time in ages that you, you know, put your 
arms around me or anything. I've never felt so... 
loved"

"I figured that we're on such good terms that we should 
be able to goof off like that every now and then. I 
shouldn't be afraid to give you a hug every now and 
then, right?"

She thought about that for a few seconds then looked at 
me. "So I shouldn't feel weird about asking you for a 
hug?"

"Would you feel weird asking me for a hug?"

Her eyes moved away, the gears in her mind moving 
again. "Yeah, a little, but only because we'd never 
been like that before, you know, affectionate? But I 
guess I can't say that anymore, can I?" she said with a 
smile.

"I just don't want you to feel afraid around me for any 
reason. Like, if you ever wanted to give me a hug or 
something, don't feel like I'd reject you or get mad or 
anything, and that goes for anything. I want you to 
just feel like you can come to me, because I am your 
brother and I love you."

She smiled. "I feel so comfortable around you. I've 
never felt so comfortable around any guy."

"I know, I feel the same way about you. I guess that's 
what I was getting at, that we should just be more 
open."

That having been said, Katie sat up, curled her legs up 
onto the couch and turned to me, seemingly investing 
more interest in the conversation.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Of course."

She was clearly blushing and had difficulty asking her 
question. "Did you like it when... umm...when you felt 
me..."

I couldn't help but blush too. "I'm so sorry about 
that. I know that I shouldn't have touched you like 
that..."

She was almost whispering but I could hear her clearly 
because we were not sitting so closely together. "No, 
it's ok. I think I was swept up in the moment too. So, 
you didn't answer my question."

I smiled. "You never really asked one."

Playfully flustered, she smiled. "When you felt me up, 
did you like it?"

"Oh yeah, I really did. You have... a really nice 
body."

She giggled. "You haven't seen my body."

I laughed too. "Is that an invitation?" All she could 
do was blush and giggle. 
"Well, it felt really nice. I hope it felt nice for 
you."

She looked down. "Yeah, it felt really nice."

"Are you glad we stopped when we did?" I asked, 
curiously.

She didn't seem sure of how to answer. It took her a 
few seconds. "I kinda just went along with what you 
did, so when you stopped I guess I didn't want to keep 
going. I figured you wanted to stop."

"I just felt lucky that you kissed me and let me hold 
you so I didn't want to push my luck."

She smiled. "It had nothing to do with luck."

We were both now in what was just about the deepest, 
most personal conversation we'd ever shared. We had 
completely forgotten about the movie. 

"So, how come you don't have a boyfriend?" I asked. 
"You seem like the kind of girl who could have all 
kinds of guys on the hook."

She smiled shyly, shaking her head. "No, I don't know. 
I've just never thought about it like that. I mean, I 
want to be with someone, but I know how guys are. I 
know guys really just want one thing and it's kind of 
tough finding a guy I feel safe with that I know won't 
hurt me, you know?"

"Yeah, I do."

Katie's eyes shifted a little. "I mean, you're really 
the only guy I feel safe with, but..."

"But I'm just your brother."

She shifted to get slightly closer to me, her eyes 
apologetic.

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you are my 
brother and I enjoy all the time we spend together, 
but..."

"It's not the same as having a boyfriend." I finished 
her sentence. I smiled, looking down. "Is that was you 
meant by not being able to take care of me in every 
way?"

She nervously tucked some hair behind her ear. "You 
know what I meant by that. Even if I could, I wouldn't 
be any good..." She laughed. "I don't even know how to 
kiss, much less do any of that other stuff."

"I think you kiss pretty well."

"You're just being nice."

I wanted to show her that wasn't the case. I leaned 
forward and tried to more energetically plead my case. 
"No, not at all. That kiss was really incredible."

She seemed surprised. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"How could you tell? That kiss only lasted like a 
second or two."

"It was so nice I wanted it to last longer."

Katie smiled what was possibly the most beautiful smile 
I'd ever seen, probably because it was coming from her 
and I'd hardly ever seen her smile like this. We sat 
there smiling for what seemed like an eternity but was 
only a few seconds.

"Can I tell you something? Without you thinking I'm 
weird?" I asked.

"Sure." She said.

"You've got such a cute smile. I wish you'd smile more 
often."

"I've been smiling a lot more since you've been home." 

"So, is it still safe for us to hang out?"

"Yeah, of course." She said timidly, almost in a 
whisper.

"I promise I won't do anything silly like kiss you 
again."

"You don't have to make that promise." She said, 
trailing off into her quiet voice. "I think that from 
now on, whatever happens, happens, and I won't regret 
it, okay?"

"'Whatever happens?'" I replied.

"Whatever."

"Katie, that's saying an awful lot." I replied.

She put her finger up to my lips in a strangely 
assertive manner. "Shh. I know what I said and I meant 
it."

I smiled. "Okay then. Whatever happens, happens."

I looked at the clock and realized how bleeding late it 
was.

"Wow, I should really get up to bed and at least get 
ready to go to sleep."

Katie looked a tad disappointed at that, but 
immediately played it off. "Yeah, I should probably do 
the same."

I had showered, brushed my teeth, changed into my 
pajamas and was sitting on my bed flipping through a 
magazine that had been lying on my floor for weeks. I'd 
bought it weeks ago and completely forgot to look at 
it, something that happens more than it should. One of 
many bad habits of mine.

My door was about half open and Katie happened to walk 
by, looking in. She stopped, looking on inquisitively. 
I looked up and saw that pretty face, too shy to say 
anything or come in and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I thought you were going to bed." She said, smiling.

"I am." I chuckled.

"Oh, I see, you just wanted to get away from me," she 
joked back.

I disputed that with a laugh, stood up and opened the 
door, reaching out and taking her hand and pulling her 
into the room. 

"Oh, come on..." I said as she allowed me to drag her 
in, her feet shuffling as I pulled her.

"Take a seat, ya big baby," I joked.

With a phony frown, arms dangling at her sides, she 
lazily shuffled to the edge of the bed and plopped 
down, looking at the TV. I crawled back into the center 
of the bed and sat down, resuming reading my magazine. 
After a few seconds, Katie turned around and propped 
herself up on her elbows, looking at my magazine, or at 
least pretending to be.

Katie's eyes shifted a bit until coming back to mine. 
"You know, I was thinking that since neither of us go 
out much and we're not with anyone, maybe we should 
just start hanging out more often? 

"Sure, why not? To hell with boyfriends and 
girlfriends." I declared jokingly but seriously.

She interjected. "I just figured that you spend a lot 
of time in your room alone and I spend most of my time 
in my room, and since mom and dad are going to be gone 
for awhile, and since... that whole thing with 
whatshername... it might be nice to start hanging out 
more," she proposed.

I looked up and she felt compelled to reinforce the 
innocence of her proposal.

"I mean, instead of us both being alone in the house, 
maybe we could just be alone together."

I laughed. "That makes no sense."

She smiled impatiently. "You know what I mean."

"I know what you mean. I think that'd be fine. Great, 
actually."

Her face lit up. "Really?" she beamed.

"Of course! Hey, if you wanted, you could even sleep in 
here. Like a slumber party," I chuckled.

She seemed to like the idea but was hesitant to exude 
too much of an emotive response. Her eyes were looking 
for a deeper answer to my idea.

"You mean, like, in the same bed?"

My laugh became a lonely smile as I explained. "Well, 
no, I was thinking you could take the bed and I could 
take the floor. I don't know. If you think it's a dumb 
idea, it's ok."

Her eyes widened. "No! I think that's fine, but you 
don't have to sleep on the floor. We can both sleep on 
the bed, I'll just take up a little part of the edge, 
so I won't crowd you."

"You're sure? I move around in my sleep sometimes, I 
wouldn't want to get uncomfortably close in the middle 
of the night, you know? And have you get all creeped 
out," I smiled.

"Uncomfortably close for you or me?" she said with a 
curious seriousness.

I tried to get as serious as I could. "Well, I figure 
it'd be uncomfortable for you. I don't know."

She smiled. "Why would it be uncomfortable? We 
practically made out the other night."

We both shared a nervous laugh and couldn't lock eyes.

She continued. "It wouldn't be uncomfortable for me, 
unless you, like, sat on my head in the middle of the 
night."

I laughed. "No, no, nothing like that."

"Ok, so, am I going to be sleeping in here from now 
on?"

I thought for a second. "Do you think we could do that 
without, you know, things getting weird? I wouldn't 
want you to end up hating me."

"Kevin, I told you that whatever happens, happens. I'm 
a big girl and if I do something, it'll be because I 
want to. As long as you don't like, rape me or 
something, I won't hate you."

"You know I'd never force myself on you so you have 
nothing to worry about."

She smiled. "I know. Ok, let me go shower and change, 
ok?"

"Ok," I said.

Katie bounced out of the room with a bit of a spring in 
her step. I was happy that she was happy. I got under 
the blanket and went back to looking at my magazine.

About a half an hour later, Katie came back. She was 
wearing some pajama pants and a tanktop. Her hair was 
still a little damp. She walked in shyly, tucking some 
loose hair behind her ear and crawled under the 
blanket, not saying a word.

"Ya ok?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, just a little cold."

"It's a thick blanket. You'll get warm soon." I smiled.

Within a half an hour, we were both asleep.

DAYS LATER:

Days went by and we both became more and more 
comfortable around each other. Katie seemed cheery, 
bouncy, happy, playful, different in many ways from her 
former self. She was still incredibly sweet like 
before, but it was like she'd blossomed emotionally and 
was much more open to me, more affectionate and more at 
ease. 

She even started dressing a little different. Instead 
of wearing thick, long sleeved shirts or baggy, over-
sized pants, she started wearing thinner, short-sleeved 
shirt, tanktops and smaller-sized pants. She seemed 
more at ease around me and it showed.

It was a Thursday afternoon and, like always, I was 
lazing about the house in slacker-mode. I sat down on 
the couch in the living room and had switched on the TV 
when Katie walked in. She smiled at me as she walked 
in, sat down next to me and laid her head on my 
shoulder.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hi," she replied.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Yeah. Want me to make you something?"

"No, I was thinking maybe we could go out to eat?" I 
asked.

She sat up and looked at me, a bit surprised.

"Go out? Like, to a restaurant?"

I smiled. "Sure. Of course!"

Her eyes darted back and forth in contemplation, then 
found mine again.

"Should I get dressed up? Where are we going?"

I thought for a second.

"How about that Chinese restaurant downtown?" I finally 
said.

Her eyes lit up a bit.

"Oh, ok!" she said happily. "I guess I'll dress up a 
little, but not too much?" her face scrunched up, 
hoping for a suggestion.

"I think so. Maybe just a blouse and some nice pants?" 
I suggested.

"Ok." She agreed.

I went and showered and threw on a nice looking t-
shirt, red sweater and some jeans and started looking 
for my wallet and keys. I finally tracked them down 
when Katie pushed my bedroom door open a little and 
crept in. I looked up at her and was floored. She 
couldn't have taken longer to get ready than I did but 
she looked incredible. I'd never seen her looking like 
this before and for a split second I forgot she was my 
sister.

She had teased her short dark hair a little to where it 
was spiky in places, in a cute way. She was wearing a 
dark purple, short-sleeved and low-cut top that showed 
off more of her chest than I'd ever seen. Along with 
the top she was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged 
contours on her lower body I never knew she'd had. I 
was ogling for a second too long and had to snap myself 
out of it. 

Her head was down a little, looking for me to say 
something. I stuttered for a moment before speaking.

"Wow, you look incredible! What lucky guy gets to go 
out with you tonight?" I said with an awkward chuckle.

She had this incredibly cute but shy and untamable 
smile on her face and could barely keep eye contact 
with me.

"Kevin, don't be silly..." she giggled. "So are we 
going or what?"

I was still taken aback by how incredible and different 
she looked. As she turned around and walked into the 
hallway, I couldn't help but check out her butt, which 
looked so perfectly round and inviting. I realized that 
in all the years we'd lived together, I'd never 
actually seen her in clothes that showed off that part 
of her body in any revealing capacity.

Unfortunately, while I reveled in the beautifully 
voluptuous view, lost in my wandering thoughts, I 
failed to realize how long I'd been staring. When I 
finally broke from my spellbound state, my eyes trailed 
up her back and to her eyes, which were already locked 
on mine. She had this sly smirk on her face.

"Hey, I'm up here." She said with a smile.

I chuckled nervously and tried desperately to cover my 
tracks.

"Uh, I didn't know you had that brand of jeans. I was 
trying to read the label. Are those—"

"Yeah, I've had these for awhile, but this is only, 
like, the third time I've worn them." She giggled.

We finally got out of the house and had a pleasant 
drive to the restaurant. I had this bizarre sensation 
as we drove to the restaurant, the same type of 
dwelling nervousness in my gut that was reserved for 
when I'd go on a date with a girl, which wasn't often, 
so the feeling was quickly identified. A conflict 
welled up within me. "How could I be nervous? This is 
Katie. My sister!"

But the guy in me could only see the unbearably cute 
girl sitting next to me, decked out like she was just 
trying to torture me.

We got to the restaurant, which was pretty nice. We 
were seated after only a few minutes of waiting, which 
was a surprise.

After a few minutes of sitting at the table, we both 
realized how awkward the situation was and were both 
short on words. We exchanged a few nervous glances, 
like 14 year olds on a first date, until Katie broke 
the ice.

"This is a nice place, isn't it? Fancy." She whispered.

"I know." I whispered back. 

We whispered to each other as if we were afraid someone 
would hear us. Having broken the ice, though, we both 
smiled at each other, almost laughing at the absurdity 
of the awkwardness of just a few minutes ago.

"You know, this is so weird. I feel like I'm on a 
date." She said coyly, her head down, but eyes looking 
up me.

"I know. It's weird, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but a good weird." She retorted.

We both smiled.

"I'm sorry for staring earlier, when we were at the 
house. I've just never seen you like this. Dressed up, 
you know? You look so... different."

"Different, as in good different?"

I nervously exhaled and smiled. "Yeah, really good 
different. I just... You're really cute when you want 
to be. It just caught me off-guard is all. I mean, 
you're always cute, you're just cute in a different way 
when you're dressed up."

"Thanks. I'd say the same to you but you actually dress 
up from time to time, unlike me, and you're always 
cute." She chuckled.

Another awkward silence, until she broke the ice again.

"I just haven't had much reason to dress up before, you 
know?" she said.

I replied. "Well, if you're enjoying being out with me, 
maybe we can do this more often and you can dress up 
more."

She smiled. "Yeah, I'd definitely like to do this more 
if it's ok with you. Well, only if you don't stare at 
my butt so much next time..."

I almost swallowed my tongue. I did, however, choke on 
my ice water a little. She giggled at my stammering.

Dinner was great. It was basically a date with Katie 
and me. I felt so conflicted. So many times during the 
night I had to look across the table and the most 
beautiful girl, inside and out, that I'd ever known and 
had to remind myself who she was and that any feelings 
I had that were beyond innocent, brotherly ones were 
out of place and clearly misread. They had to be. How 
could I actually foster romantic feelings for Katie? 

But then the other half of me couldn't help but look at 
Katie, and see the beauty in those eyes and what lie 
behind those eyes and feel something. She was basically 
my perfect woman. Physically, God couldn't have built a 
woman more complementary to what I found attractive: 
those beautifully dark eyes, the shape of them, her 
button nose, her lips, the style of her hair, her 
perfectly curvaceous body. 

And personality-wise, we were also perfectly matched. 
If I was just a guy off the street who got to know 
Katie as a person and not my sister, I'd be sure she 
had no flaws.

We got home at around 9pm. As I unlocked the front 
door, Katie stood next to me, turned towards me.

"I really—I really had a good time tonight." She said.

"Me too."

We both settled down on the couch, kicking off our 
shoes and turning the TV on. Katie sat next to me, as 
she had done a lot of lately. I looked down, built up 
some courage and then turned to her.

"Umm, hey. Look, uh, I just wanted to say I'm sorry 
for—for ogling your butt earlier. I don't know what got 
into me. Pretty pathetic, huh?" I said.

She looked at me and giggled, resting her head on my 
right shoulder. "No, it's not pathetic at all. I do the 
same thing sometimes. You just don't catch me."

I looked down at her, but her eyes were fixed on the 
TV. She couldn't hide her sly smile though.

"You do? With me?" I asked.

She nodded, her mouth trying to contain her smile.

"When?" I asked.

"When you're not looking." She said as a smile covered 
her face, her attempts at masking it having failed.

I was so pleasantly surprised that I didn't have to 
feel so guilty about having essentially 'checked out' 
Katie earlier.

"Wow, so then I don't have to feel bad if I ever feel 
compelled to look at you?" I said.

"You can look all you want. I trust you. And you're my 
brother and I love you. I don't care if you look."

With that I raised up my right arm and wrapped it 
around her. She instinctively snuggled up against me. 
We were watching TV but really weren't watching TV. She 
nuzzled her head into the space between my chest and 
shoulder, her body now turned towards me, her breasts 
pressing up against my side and her right arm wrapped 
around my mid-section.

"You know what?" she said. "This is really nice."

"Yeah. Who needs girlfriends and boyfriends?" I 
laughed.

She smiled, leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. 
I turned and looked down at her upturned face.

"Hey, what was that for?" I asked.

"For tonight, and for the last couple of nights, and 
pretty much for all the time I've known you. For being 
so sweet."

I was so surprised at the frankness of her confession.

"Uh, Katie. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

We went to bed shortly after. The next few days were 
even better than the previous ones. Katie was so 
cheerful and playful around me, so at ease. In the 
daytime, she'd prance around the house like she was 
walking on air. It was quite a sight to behold. I 
didn't know how much livelier or bold she'd get, but I 
had to admit that I was looking forward to it. She had 
seemed to loosen up in more ways than one. 

Not only was she more open emotionally, imparting any 
decidedly important thought or emotion to me, whereas 
before she was emotionally withdrawn, timid and 
seemingly intimidated by me, but she was now candid, 
overt, and intimately communicative as well as marked 
by a noticeably outward change in her appearance...

It was a hazy Saturday morning, getting close to noon, 
when I awoke to a soft, inviting voice. I could hear 
her voice, but my faculties were still not sharp enough 
to respond coherently.

"Wake up, sleepyhead..." Katie said, almost in a 
whisper, a whisper that was so soft and loving that it 
was nearly suggestive. "I made breakfast if you're 
hungry."

By the time I sat up I could only catch Katie's shadow 
as she left my room and made her way down the hall.

I got myself up, put myself into the shower and cleaned 
up. About a half hour later I finally made it into the 
dining room wearing a new pair of pajamas. Katie was 
looking cute as always, showing slightly more skin 
today as compared to yesterday, which, if doing some 
simple calculations based on the current rate of skin 
exposure, I figured she'd be parading around the house 
nude within a week or two. 

I knew that wasn't going to happen and I was initially 
disappointed in that truth, then disappointed in myself 
for being disappointed about that. I knew I should've 
felt bad about even doing that calculation in my head, 
but my male defenses were under constant bombardment. I 
maintained my strength whenever possible.

We shared chatty small talk during breakfast. I spent 
most of it with a huge grin across my face with bits of 
breakfast in my teeth. Several times during breakfast 
we made each other laugh to the point that breakfast 
projectiles were being fired from our mouths. 

We tried to maintain dignity in the face of the other, 
secretly trying to impress with every minute mannerism 
but it was getting tough since we were so at ease with 
each other, we easily de-evolved into children within 
minutes of talking, grabassing and other assorted 
immature derring-do.

It was another regular meal for Katie and me. Much 
silliness was had, with the undercurrent of attraction 
buried neatly underneath the dining room table's 
tablecloth. After breakfast we collected our plates and 
dumped them into the sink to be worried about later.

The day breezed by in a flash, as had everyday since 
Katie and I really bonded, day became night and I 
prepared for us to settle into whatever nightly 
activities we'd be engaged in. Of course, the devil on 
my shoulder whispered a naughty suggestion in my ear 
that I responded by mechanically shooing him off. Our 
friendship was deeper than that, I thought, even though 
my male instincts blurred the validity of my logic at 
times.

I was walking to my room when I passed Katie in the 
hallway, greeted by her beautiful smile. "Hey, I was 
going to set up a movie for us to watch. Is that cool?" 
I asked.

"Of course, just pick something. Ooh! Something scary!" 
she suggested excitedly, eyes bright and wide. "I need 
a shower." She added.

I scrunched my face with mock disgust. "Yeah, you 
do..."

She gasped theatrically and punched my shoulder, her 
face quickly returning to normalcy. "Wanna join me?" 
she asked, a reckless, mischievous grin on her face.

I was taken aback by her growing audaciousness. "No, 
I'd better not. Sounds like too much fun for me to 
handle... I had one earlier anyways."

She didn't seem disappointed by my answer as her 
proposal was probably made in good fun. "Ok, I'll be 
out in a few..."

I turned away and got the movie set up. I chose to pick 
a random horror movie for a few reasons; one, I love 
horror movies and can't get enough of them and 
secondly, on a slightly ulterior level, hoped that the 
scares might get me a few frightened embraces from 
Katie.

After a few minutes of choosing a movie, I settled into 
bed, lying comfortably on top of the sheets. When Katie 
made it back, we'd have a pretty graphic vampire movie 
to enjoy. 

I heard footsteps move past the hallway outside my 
bedroom and heard Katie call out as she walked towards 
the kitchen. "I'm gonna wash the dishes really quick, 
ok?"

I thought to myself then called out to her as I stood 
up. "I'll come and help!"

I made my way out of my room and towards the kitchen. I 
could hear the sound of running sink water. She'd 
already started doing the dishes. The sight revealed to 
me as I entered the kitchen literally made me stagger. 
There was Katie, her back to me and doing the dishes 
and dressed scantily in only her panties and a small 
tank top. I stopped in my tracks at the threshold to 
the kitchen linoleum, my jaw uncontrollably hanging and 
my eyes dazed and unresponsive.

Katie looked over her shoulder at me, her arms covered 
in soap suds, a beaming smile on her face. My jaw 
instinctively snapped shut, my eyes flashing back to 
normalcy as I dressed my face in a mask of normalcy, 
hoping she hadn't noticed my stupefied state. I 
attempted to snap back to my witty, sarcastic self. 

"Are you wearing invisible pants? 'Cause they're 
working great." I said.

She laughed. "Actually, I always sleep in my panties 
but that first night you told me I could sleep in your 
bed I didn't want to strip down and give you the wrong 
idea. When we were growing up you saw me in my panties 
tons of times, so it's not a problem if I sleep like 
this, is it?"

I was astounded at how carefree and bold she had 
become. Here was this sweet young girl who used to hole 
herself up in her room and when she did talk to me, it 
was always in hushed tones where she hardly made eye 
contact, was always dressed from head to toe and rarely 
showed any discernible emotional changes and now I was 
staring at this seductive Lolita washing dishes in her 
panties giving me a hell of a smile. AND she was asking 
permission to sleep next to me, decked out like that. I 
was in heaven.

"No, I don't mind. And to think I was wearing my pajama 
pants instead of my boxers like I usually do. Hell, if 
you wear your underwear to bed, I am too!" I laughed as 
she turned back to the dishes, still smiling. "So, let 
me help here..."

I moved up behind her to get near the sink but it was a 
narrow space, not big enough to allow two people to 
wash dishes, but not wanting to leave, I made the best 
of an interesting situation. I stood behind her, 
playfully reaching around her and over her, in a mock 
attempt to get to the dishes. She started giggling, 
crowding the sink and hovering over it, to keep me from 
helping.

As my advances became more aggressive, so did her 
giggles and her attempts to keep me from the dishes. 
She stuck her rear-end out at me to push me away, but 
all she managed to do was lodge her delectable ass into 
my crotch. I knew she was being innocent and playful, 
but that act immediately got my blood flowing 
excitedly.

Keeping with the playfulness of the moment, Katie took 
a handful of sink water and flung it back at me 
blindly, some of it splashing on my shoulder and chest. 

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?" I barked.

With my threatening announcement, Katie's giggles 
became a uncontrollable fit of desperate laughter, her 
hands working quickly to fling more water at me. I 
reached past her and got a handful of water and flipped 
it up at her. Strategically, I managed to douse her 
chest, mostly, as well as her face. She yelped and 
continued her barrage of sink water, as did I.

Realizing she'd been overpowered, she turned towards 
me, still laughing madly and reached for the sink's 
detachable faucet sprayer. Using it like a water gun, 
she blasted me with it. I grabbed at her, pulling the 
sprayer away before she could shower me with it, and 
turned it on her. I managed to hose her down for a 
second or two, drenching her chest and face. She 
squealed and pushed past me, running for the sanctity 
of my bedroom. I made chase after her.

Both of us were squealing like four-year-olds. She blew 
past my bedroom door, shoving it open as she tore for 
my bed, jumping on it and hastily trying to cover 
herself with some loose sheets and a pillow. I ran in 
after her, laughing as I leapt on the bed, pouncing on 
her and tearing off her poorly laid defenses, tossing 
the blanket and pillow aside. She turned onto her back, 
covering her face with her hands, trying to muffle the 
riotous laughter, but barely managed to do that.

"Thought you were being slick, huh?" I asked as I 
hovered over her, tickling at her sides, playfully 
grabbing at her wrists, trying to pry them away from 
her face as she laughed.

I finally managed to pry her hands off and pinned them 
to the bed. I had completely straddled her, my legs 
forming a bridge over hers which were pinned together. 
I looked down at her, our laughs slowly ceasing and 
giving way to heaving, fatigued breaths. 

"You messed with the wrong guy, little girl!" I 
declared, bouncing up and down on her, causing us to 
flop around. She beamed up at me, her tank top 
drenched, beads of sink water cascaded across her face 
and tummy. 

After a moment, my smile went away when I realized how 
beautiful she was. She was still smiling though. "You 
jerk! You're gonna dry me off now." 

I let her go and rolled off of her. "Okay, okay..." I 
conceded as I reached over and picked up a clean bath 
towel that was lying next to the bed. She sat up and I 
crawled over to her on my knees and started toweling 
her off as she grinned up at me. "Well, that was 
fun..." I said, then started to chuckle, as did she.

"Yeah, but I just took a shower and you drenched me, 
jerk. Look at my tank top!" she cried.

She didn't have any idea how that otherwise harmless 
suggestion affected me. Seeing her voluptuous breasts 
packed into that wet top was not easy for me, not to 
mention that the only thing separating me from her bare 
pussy was the thin layer of cotton she was wearing. 
"Yeah, you'd better change. You don't want to be wet 
all night..." I said, then instantly realized the 
indirect innuendo that could've been misconstrued from 
that. I shut my eyes in embarrassment but Katie had 
already caught on, that devilish smile rose up on her 
face again.

"Being wet all night wouldn't be all that bad, but I 
know what you mean. Let me go dry off real quick and 
change my top." She trailed off, her face straightening 
up as much as she could manage as she left the room. 

I tried to wrangle in what remained of my self-respect, 
wishing my brain would've been quicker than my mouth 
when I made that remark. Luckily, Katie's response 
actually made my Freudian slip a positive. 

I dried myself off with the towel I'd used on Katie, 
changed my t-shirt and stripped off my big pajama 
pants, keeping my promise that if Katie was going to 
wear her underwear to bed, so was I. I laid back and 
got comfortable, starting up the movie.

After a few minutes, Katie came back, this time wearing 
a cute pink tank top, that familiar smile still 
irrevocably plastered on her face, surely having 
remembered some of the convenient innuendos we'd just 
slung at each other. She sat down on the bed next to 
me. "So, what are we watching?"

"You'll like it..." I hinted. "It's scaaaaary."

"Ooh!! Cool! Is it a vampire movie?"

"Yup."

"Oh, I've seen this one..." she said excitedly. "...I 
love this movie!"

The movie started and considering the fact that we were 
lying on top of the blanket, I was hoping that she 
wouldn't do anything to get me aroused as I was only 
wearing my boxers now and hiding an erection would be 
almost impossible. To make matter worse, about fifteen 
minutes in, Katie started to get spooked by the movie 
and scooted back, pressing her body against me. The 
position we were in wasn't favorable for me to be able 
to maintain my composure.

She was grinding her rear-end into my crotch and we 
were in the spoon position. "I'm cold." She said, 
blindly reaching back with her right arm and taking my 
right arm and wrapping it around her tummy.

"Do you want to get under the covers?" I asked, trying 
very hard to think about baseball, waterfalls, driving 
a car, anything to keep me from realizing that I was 
draped around a precious jewel of a girl, and how 
firmly and relentlessly she was rubbing her rear into 
my crotch.

"Hmmm, sure." She agreed, but reminded me with a smile. 
"You're not getting out of holding me, though."

We tossed back the blanket and climbed back into bed. I 
got into the position I was in earlier and she resumed 
hers, wrapping my right arm around her. "Mmmm, so 
warm." She noted with satisfaction.

I really didn't pay attention to the movie. My mind was 
just reeling, bombarded with so many emotions. I had to 
keep total concentration to control myself so I 
wouldn't get erect, since Katie's panty-covered rear 
was pressed tightly against me, she'd notice if I 
became only slightly erect. 

About forty-five minutes in, I was going insane. My 
body was stressed, wanting to respond to the 
stimulation given to it, but my mind wasn't letting it. 
It was an internal battle of wills and my mind was 
losing. My mind began to betray me as quick snapshots 
of Katie enraptured in some torrid gyrations began to 
flash into my mind's eye. I had to say something, but 
what? If I admitted any kind of risk of stimulation to 
Katie, I didn't know what she'd say or think, but I 
couldn't rightly just lie here with Katie's round, 
firm, delicious ass pressed into my crotch.

I figured I'd feign something about being 
uncomfortable. Something she couldn't disprove and that 
I didn't have to prove. 

"Ouch." I blurted out. 

Katie turned to me, looking on me with concern. "You 
okay?"

I feigned discomfort in my face. "Yeah, my left arm is 
a little numb."

It took her a second to understand, her eyes trailing 
off. "Is my head hurting your arm?"

"Umm, just a little. I can move i—" I said, before she 
interrupted me.

"Here, put your left arm under me, under my armpit. 
That way, you can still hold me and keep me warm, but 
your arm won't go numb." 

She sat up and took my left hand and wrapped it around 
her midsection and laid back down, taking my right hand 
and placing it back where it was. She then pulled on my 
arms which pulled my body closer to hers, and more 
importantly and unfortunately, my crotch back into her 
rear-end. This tightened the seal between us. Only 
worse now, since my arms were crossed across her tummy, 
my hands were dangerously close to her breasts, my 
right thumb brushing up underneath her left breast 
whenever I moved it even slightly.

I'm back where I started, I thought. My plan backfired. 
I was up against a wall, I had little to stop me from 
getting completely hard right then and there and then 
she'd probably get freaked out. She was a virgin, after 
all. At least she said she was. I believe her, and if 
her first true sexual encounter is having her brother's 
hard-on pressed up against her ass, I might lose her 
forever.

Part of me said, 'to hell with it, if you get hard, you 
get hard. She might like it and maybe she'll take your 
load.' I had to instantly stamp out that train of 
thought. Then I had images of trains plowing through 
tunnels dancing through my head, which was just all I 
needed.

I didn't even know what movie we were watching anymore. 
The 'pain' was almost excruciating, the pain of keeping 
myself soft. Then, to make matters worse, Katie started 
squirming in her place, grinding her ass even more 
firmly into my crotch and at the same time hugging my 
arms tighter to her body, my right hand inadvertently 
moved with her, my palm accidentally brushing against 
the better part of her left breast that was covered by 
only a thin layer of her tank top.

The combination of her pulling my hand into her breast 
and wriggling her little ass into my crotch was too 
much. I felt the tingle begin to grow in my boxers, a 
torrent of blood rushing to my penis, making it grow. 
As I realized what was happening, the thought of it 
made my cock kick as it grew. I knew Katie had to have 
felt that. It had pulsed a few times and was now 
partially erect and pressed right against her sweet 
behind. I had to act... fast.

I slowly pulled my arms free, firmly, but also 
delicately and gently, so as to not arouse suspicion. 
"I'm gotta go pee really quick. I'll be right back." I 
said, as I pulled my crotch away from her ass, hoping 
that she was so naďve that she didn't know what had 
happened. 

"Okay." Was her only reply, and it was one conveyed 
with innocence, as if she detected nothing. I said 
nothing more and went to the bathroom.

I feverishly stroked my erection, which was now rock 
hard. Now free of Katie's bonds, from the warmth and 
softness of her body, I used the memory of the 
sensation, the memory of her scent and her voice to 
fuel my masturbatory frenzy. I was beating off with a 
fervor I hadn't ever beaten off to. The insatiable urge 
to spurt my load was unbearable, I had to cum badly, to 
get it out of my system, but I so badly wanted to have 
this erection buried deep inside Katie, instead of it 
being tended to by my hand.

A grimace of pleasurable pain on my face, my fist was 
pumping at blinding speed, anxious to get the cum out 
of me, and with every stroke I imagined Katie 
underneath, impaled on my solid girth, cumming on cock 
as I buried it in her until I finally unleashed a 
tsunami of my love in torrents and gushes, flooding her 
tight canals with my seed. I felt a need that I'd never 
felt before. The desire for her was painful. Painful. 
And it scared me.

I didn't realize it but I was grunting with every 
stroke, possessed with a lustful madness, the beast 
within me wanting to explode outward with pulsing jets 
of desire, desire for Katie and only Katie. At this 
point I didn't really care if she heard me, part of me 
hoped she did and that further fueled my lust. 

With a final, urgent, laboring groan I unleashed a gush 
of a warm, viscous mess. It came in surges, pulsing out 
of me in thick, urgent jets, spraying the toilet bowl. 
The velocity of the spurts was so intense that it made 
a wet, splattering sound as it hit the porcelain. I 
hadn't cum this hard in my life. Ever. 

Finally, my cock slowed its lovingly violent outpour to 
a dribble, the ooze of cum that was intended for 
Katie's insides was now pooling in the toilet. I felt 
disappointment that my seed had not found its rightful 
home. I felt, strangely enough, that I'd let it down. 
It wanted to be inside Katie, but I'd wasted it inside 
the toilet. I was heaving like I'd run a mile and 
sweating like I just wrestled a wild pig.

I was scared by the extent of my desire, how strong a 
hold it had taken over me. I had scared myself, 
realizing how, in those passionate moments, I would've 
done anything, anything, to have had Katie on the end 
of my penis. It was the 'anything' that bothered me. I 
would've taken her, even against her will, in those few 
dreamy, foggy, lust-filled moments.

I took in several deep breaths and exhaled deeply, 
composing myself. I looked in the mirror and wiped the 
beads of sweat from my brow with a towel. Surprisingly, 
considering who had been the focus of my most recent 
masturbatory adventure, I didn't feel guilty as I 
looked at myself in the mirror. More than anything, I 
felt worrisome for myself. How was I going to let this 
continue? Was I going to allow myself to be tortured 
like this? Was I going to allow her to keep seducing me 
night in and night out before I do something I'll 
probably regret?

She was just a sweet, virginal angel. My angel, my 
Katie. She didn't know how badly she was affecting me. 
It wasn't her fault. I looked myself once more in the 
mirror, a lasting stare, slowed my heart rate, 
normalized my breathing, tried my best to remove the 
wildness in my eyes after the intense emotional and 
sexual ride I'd just put myself through and prepared to 
throw myself back into the storm and into Katie's 
waiting embrace.

If I was lucky, she wouldn't insist on spooning again, 
jamming that perfectly delectable ass into my crotch 
again. If so, though, I figured I'd probably spent at 
least a night's worth of cum and wouldn't have the 
juice to get hard again. But this was Katie, she could 
get me hard with one look and a snap of her fingers. I 
had to hope my body wouldn't betray me a second time. I 
exhaled deeply once more, prepared myself and opened 
the bathroom door.

Walking back into the bedroom, my mind and body clear 
of the burgeoning lust that had just minutes ago 
consumed me and was then exorcised from me, I saw Katie 
clearly and without motive. She was lying there under 
the blanket, face still glued towards the TV, eyes 
wide, mouth hanging slightly agape. She was 14 again, 
my sweet little sister. She looked so innocent. I wiped 
the bad thoughts I'd had in the bathroom about my 
possibly taking Katie in a moment of lust-induced 
weakness, even against her will, out of my mind and 
enjoyed the view set before me. My sweet Katie.

I crawled back under the blanket and moved next to her, 
from behind her, not as close as before, mind you, but 
still comfortably close. She reached behind her blindly 
and found my right hand and placed it on her tummy. 
With that, figuring my body was incapable of 
incriminating me, I moved up behind her again. I didn't 
jam my crotch into her rear-end and she didn't jut her 
ass into my crotch. It was safe. I felt safe, safer.

"What did I miss?" I asked, a sense of relief in my 
voice. 

She answered without prying her eyes off the TV, her 
voice slightly distracted by the action flashing on the 
screen. "Like, everything. What were you doing in 
there? I heard noises but didn't know what it was. You 
okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I just had trouble with the toilet. It 
wasn't flushing." I answered, steering any suspicions 
of hers safely away.

"It sounded like you were wrestling a wild pig or 
something in there." She giggled.

Oh, if only you knew, I thought. And then a wave of 
horror swept over me. Had she felt my erection pressed 
against her ass earlier? Had she heard me in the 
bathroom beating off? Or worse, did she peek in the 
crack of the door while I beat off, catching me in the 
act? 

Did she know and was just torturing me with what she 
knew, without coming right out and saying it? The 
torture was in not knowing if she knew. Best I could do 
was assume she didn't, that even as my erection had 
been pulsing against her ass, that she suspected 
nothing, because she was just a naďve little angel. I 
assumed this because it put me at ease.

Relieved, my balls empty of seed and the threat, for 
the moment, minimized, my mind and body was at ease. I 
nuzzled up behind Katie, pulling her towards me for the 
first time that night, instead of fighting her embrace 
or pulling away from her. I held her and kissed the 
back of her head. This brought her attention away from 
the movie. 

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. "What 
was that for?"

"Nothin'." I smiled.

We went to bed after the movie ended, tragedy and 
embarrassment averted. I closed my eyes and couldn't 
have been happier that the night ended up the way it 
did. I emptied my load and fell asleep next to my dream 
girl. It doesn't get any better than that.

***

The following days were like a perpetual, waking dream. 
Katie would wake up in the morning and roll over to 
where I was, me still asleep, and she'd straddle me and 
bounce up and down on me, trying to get me to wake up. 
We'd usually wrestle a little bit before getting up, 
going downstairs and making breakfast.

I felt like I was living in my own place with my 
girlfriend, rather than being at home with Katie. It 
was an exceedingly bizarre sensation, but a welcome 
one.

Later that evening, after dinner, we settled in. I was 
up in my room, lying down on my bed, flipping through 
some magazine when Katie knocked on my door, a smile 
stretched across her cute little face.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Duh, we sleep in the same bed and you're asking to 
come in?" I joked.

She laughed too and crawled onto the bed with me. She 
was looking tempting as ever, and the flimsy tank top 
and shorts she was wearing didn't help to quell the 
growing feeling of attraction that had been building 
for the last few weeks within me. She straddled my side 
forcing me to turn onto my back and away from the 
magazine.

"Hey!" I chuckled, the force of her weight on my mid-
section causing me to grunt through my laughs.

"Wanna wrestle?" she asked as she started bouncing up 
and down on my stomach.

"Katie..." I pleaded through grunts forced out of my 
mouth by the pounding weight of her body on my stomach. 
"...please don't do that."

"Why?" she asked. "Am I too fat? Am I crushing you?"

"No..." I reminded. "...you have to remember that I 
haven't been with a girl in a long time and you jumping 
up and down on me doesn't exactly make it easier to 
control myself. I am a guy, remember?" I chuckled as I 
tossed her onto the bed next to me. She settled down, 
smiling and resting her head on the pillow next to 
mine. Her smile became sincere and then serious.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Promise you won't be mad?" she asked.

Oh no, I thought. What could she possibly be springing 
on me here? My mind surged with possibilities. Was she 
going to make some confession about loving me? Perhaps 
she was uncomfortable about our recent closeness and 
wanted to end it? No, that couldn't be it. She was just 
practically riding me a second ago. The few seconds in 
between her asking me not to be mad and her next words 
was excruciating until she finally spoke.

"I think I'm pregnant." She said.

My jaw dropped, eyes froze, face solidified into a mask 
of surprise. It took me a few seconds to reply. 

"Pregnant?" I asked. "How? You haven't been out? Except 
with me. I don't—I don't understand..."

Her serious face contorted into a grimace and she 
started laughing. "I'm kidding, silly!"

My entire being let out an internal sigh of relief. I 
don't know what I was relieved about more; the fact 
that she hadn't slept with a guy who had gotten her 
pregnant, or the fact that if she got pregnant when I 
was supposed to be watching her, that mom and dad 
would've been so disappointed. They'd have thought what 
a shitty guardian I was for letting my baby sister get 
knocked up on my watch.

Her smile was so relieving. "The only way I could 
possibly be pregnant is by divine conception or by 
you." She joked.

I laughed nervously. "So you don't actually have a big 
confession to make?"

"Well, there is something, but it's so gross, you'll 
probably hate me for telling you."

I put my hand on her left shoulder and looked at her 
with sincerity. "Come on, Katie, don't be like that. 
You can tell me anything."

Her eyes rolled around for a moment or two of internal 
process. She was clearly a little uneasy about letting 
on this information. Whatever it was, it was making her 
feel a little uncomfortable. "I think I need to go see 
a doctor or something because I've been feeling itchy 
in my, you know, girl area?"

I was perplexed for a moment. I definitely wasn't the 
leading expert on female anatomy and physiology. 
"Itchy? Have you been fucking that football team 
again?"

She scoffed at that, her jaw dropping playfully. "I 
don't fuck football teams, you jerk. I don't fuck 
anyone!" She said, then punching my shoulder. "You know 
that! I'm a perfect, virginal angel." She looked away, 
demurely.

I laughed. "You mean, it's itchiness on the skin?"

She was squirming in her skin and clearly hadn't let on 
everything about her predicament. "No, dummy, not on 
the skin. It's not like crabs or something. It's like, 
inside. I don't know. I think it's a hormone thing 
because I've just been really, you know, lately."

I was pretty sure what she meant but I wanted her to 
suffer, so I played dumb. "I know? No, I don't know? 
What is it?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes with a pleasant smile, 
knowing that I was savoring her unpleasantness. "I've 
been feeling, like, you know, excited, more often, 
lately. When I get like that, it feels like I have this 
itch, down there, and inside, that wants to be itched. 
Oh gosh, I'm not talking to you about this. You're such 
a child!" she laughed.

We both laughed and I embraced her with my right arm, 
pulling her a few inches towards me. I wanted to 
reassure her but still couldn't keep a straight face 
and neither could she. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. Let's be 
serious." I said, through cracks of laughter. "You mean 
you get horny?"

She laughed, but when I said the word 'horny' I could 
see her eyes widen for just that moment. She tried to 
not laugh but couldn't, even as she answered. "Yes, 
dumbass, I get horny. Geez."

I thought it was so cute and sexy that my little sister 
was admitting to me that she had been getting horny 
lately and didn't know why. It was so revealing and 
honest and a bit disturbing that she'd tell me. It was 
endearing that she'd share that with me and I wanted 
her to feel glad about doing so. But I was still going 
to tease her about it. "Aww, so baby sister's puss has 
been getting hungry lately?" I laughed.

She knew there was no hiding from my jabs so she just 
lowered her eyes, swallowed her pride and accepted the 
verbal jabs. "Yes, ok, yes. My pussy's been hungry 
lately."

We were both still chuckling uncontrollably. "So..." I 
added. "...have you been feeding it?"

We both finally stopped laughing but were still smiling 
at the humor of it all. Katie had to think about my 
question and make sure her answer still allowed her to 
maintain some dignity, seeing as that she'd bared her 
sexual soul to me just moments earlier. "Well, kinda, a 
few times." She answered hesitantly.

"Like, with your fingers?" I asked.

"Yeah..." she trailed off, still a little shy about 
sharing.

It was strange, but I wasn't really turned on talking 
about this obviously sexual topic. I think it was 
because I respected Katie so much that I was genuinely 
listening to her plight. I cared and wasn't just 
listening so I could hear more juicy details that I 
could use to fuel a ferocious masturbation session 
later on.

"Well, hey..." I said. "We all get that way sometimes. 
If you want, maybe I can get you something to help 
things, like a dildo or something. I don't know."

She looked up at me and had a genuine look of 
gratefulness on her face.

"You mean, like a rubber thingie?" she asked in a cute 
and naďve way.

I looked at her and her naivety spawned a question in 
my mind. I wondered if she was still a virgin or not.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure." She replied.

"Are you still... well, have you ever done it? I mean, 
with a guy."

"It?" she inquired. "As in, 'sex'? 

"Yeah." I answered, almost petrified at the prospect of 
an answer. If she'd confirmed my worst fears and said 
'yes', the thought of some douche bag grunting and 
sweating over my perfect angel of a sister would be 
sickening.

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her eyes 
trying to find a way to answer without seeming to sound 
either not too naďve or not slutty, depending on the 
answer. "Well, I've kissed a few guys and a few of them 
felt me up, but I didn't do anything beyond that."

"Are you serious?" I asked . "Because sometimes girls 
say stuff like that because they feel ashamed if 
they're not virgins."

Her eyes resigned to their fate. "Well, I did go down 
on a guy once."

"Oh, you gave him a blowjob?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"But he didn't fuck you?" I asked again, with firm 
resolve.

She shook her head. I believed her and was relieved. I 
loosened up.

"Did you like it?" I asked. "Giving a blowjob."

She shrugged. "It was ok. He tried to cum in my mouth 
but I pulled him out of my mouth and he kind of came on 
my cheek and shoulder. I wasn't very good at it. I 
think he was irritated because as he came I didn't know 
what to do and he kinda yelled at me to jerk him off 
while he was cumming. I kind of stank at it, I guess. 
We didn't really hang out after that. That was, like, a 
year ago."

I had to admit that hearing my little angel, Katie, 
talk about giving head and getting cummed on definitely 
got me hard and it was not only confusing for me, but 
also uncomfortable. If Katie had leaned forward a few 
inches, she'd feel my hard-on against her tummy. I 
tried to sort of arch my back and pull my crotch away 
from her without it seeming too obvious.

I couldn't help it. She looked so incredibly cute. So 
shy and cuddled up less than a foot away from me. She 
was irresistible. The fact that she could barely 
maintain eye contact with me while she told me about 
giving head was so adorable. I just wanted to lean 
forward, pull her towards me and embrace her, but my 
current physical state made that impossible.

"So, what about you?" she finally asked, looking up at 
me, with an innocent longing in her eyes.

"What about me?" I asked. The mood in the room was now 
far from silly and light-hearted. After Katie bared her 
soul to me not only about having urges as of late and 
about giving her first blowjob, the room just felt a 
bit warmer. My hard-on was definitely not helping 
things.

"Yeah..." she added. "Are you still a virgin?"

I felt horrible about having to tell those beautiful 
dark eyes that I had been with other girls. Not many, 
mind you, but one was just as bad as a hundred, I 
imagined. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she 
wanted me to say 'yes' as badly as I wished I could say 
it. So the best thing I felt I could do is just tell 
the truth. "I've been with a few girls, yeah."

Like I expected, I could almost see her heart sink 
through the look in her eyes. But she came back 
strongly. "How many? A lot?" she asked, her voice was 
being spoken in hush, very intimate tones. Considering 
we were less than a foot apart, her voice was still 
barely audible. 

We were both very comfortable at this point. We were 
both baring our souls to each other and it was 
strangely intimate. Our barriers were completely down 
and I knew I could tell her anything and I can only 
assume she felt the same. I had to almost reminisce 
about a time when Katie was just 'my sister'. When I 
looked into her eyes now, what I saw was a beautiful 
young treasure that I felt grateful for just knowing. 

We were both sort of lost in the love game and we 
seemed anchored to each other because we knew that even 
if we failed at finding love in the outside world, we'd 
still have each other and our friendship was more 
powerful than even a love we could ever find with other 
people. Our bond was closer.

I remembered her question. "Not a lot. Seven, I think." 

Her eyes widened and she seemed to not fancy the 
answer. "Seven? Wow. That's... a lot."

I smiled and tried to play it off. "Not really. I mean, 
I'm 4 years older than you so I've just had more time. 
I haven't been with a girl in almost a year." My answer 
didn't help much. Katie's expression was still one of 
indifference.

"So, do any of those girls still call you?" she asked.

"Oh, no. Not in awhile. I doubt I'll hear from any of 
them ever again. Some of them moved away. It's not 
really a big deal."

"Mm-hmm." She muttered, obviously not as cheerful or 
receptive as before. It was as if her cheery demeanor 
got up and walked out, leaving the rest of Katie there 
for me. I was losing her, I could tell by the look in 
her face, as her eyes wandered down. I had to think 
fast.

I touched her left shoulder and smiled. "Come on, 
Katie. What's wrong? So I slept with a few girls a few 
years ago. Does that make me a horrible person?"

She slowly shrugged up her shoulder to get me to remove 
my hand, which I did, along with my smile. She looked 
down with complete apathy. "I guess I just expected 
more from you. I don't know. So, would you just sleep 
with these girls on the first date, or what? As quick 
as you could get them into bed?"

I stared at her for a second, speechless.

"Katie, listen, I'm a guy, ok? A single guy. I would 
hang out with a girl I was interested in and, after 
awhile, if I found out she was interested in me, things 
would just happen. But every girl I slept with, I 
always hoped it would be something more. I don't sleep 
with anyone unless I care about them. Obviously, 
though, they didn't care enough about me to want to 
keep hanging out with me. Is that my fault?"

She thought for a second and then answered with a 
painfully calm demeanor. "I... I think I'm going to 
sleep in my bed tonight." 

Without making eye contact again, she slowly slid 
backwards off the bed and stood up. I quickly stood up 
and made for the door, closing it before she could 
leave. She stopped, not protesting to my having closed 
the door. She just stood there, arms crossed, as if she 
was holding herself, eyes fixed to the floor.

"Katie, wait. Look at me." I said. But she refused to 
do what I asked.

I put my forefinger under her chin and lifted her face 
to mine. She finally made eye contact with me. 

"What is wrong? I don't understand. Everything was so 
nice. It's been so great for weeks and then I mention 
about a few girls I was with years ago and you 
instantly get cold with me." I said, desperate to know 
what I'd done, but she just looked at me like she was 
afraid of me. "I've been with a few girls, yes, but I 
don't go out every weekend looking for girls to just 
have sex with. You know me. You should know me better 
than that."

Her eyes started to well up with tears. I couldn't 
understand it. I caressed her cheek.

After a few moments, she spoke. "I'm sorry."

It was so deeply sincere and heartfelt. I felt like 
apologizing to her for her having apologized to me. I 
turned to her and caressed her right cheek with my left 
hand, looking into her eyes. "I didn't know why you had 
gotten so mad at me." I said. "I mean, you're the only 
girl in my life, and that's how I want it to stay. 
You're my best friend, Katie. I love you. You're the 
best sister any guy could ask for. I don't want to lose 
you."

Tears were almost welling up in her eyes as she looked 
up at me. "I don't want us to fight like that again." 
She pleaded.

"Come on, Katie. You know how I feel about you. You're 
everything I want in a girl. Smart, funny, sweet, kind, 
extremely cute. But most of all you're my best friend."

She looked down, understanding what I'd meant and 
apparently feeling the same as I did. "I know. I feel 
the same way."

We were both still smiling, but now we were looking at 
each other with such a pure fondness. Strangely, the 
silence had become unbearable. The look she was giving 
me was the kind of look that led to babies. I could 
feel a stir in my boxers and had to break the ice.

"Hey, you wanna watch a movie in my room?" I asked.

"Sure." She said.

We went up to my room and as I was setting up the TV 
with a DVD, Katie sat down at my computer desk and 
started randomly clicking on stuff on the screen. 
"Hey." She said. "What kind of movies do you have saved 
on your computer?"

"Nothing much." I said. "Mostly some cartoons."

"And a lot of porn, huh?" she said with a devilish 
smile.

I stood up and walked over to the computer, turning off 
the screen. "Yes." I said smiling.

She switched the monitor back on. "Come on, I want to 
see too." She said. "Show me some."

I thought for a second, looking at her judgmentally, 
still smiling. 

"Please?" she asked, with a grin I couldn't turn down.

"Ok. Here..." I said as I opened a video program on the 
computer. I opened the file folder and started slowly 
skimming through them. It showed thumb-nailed images of 
the first frame of each video. Katie was sitting 
forward, looking intently at each thumb-nailed image.

"Ooh! How about this one?" she said as she pointed at 
one image.

"Ok." I said as I clicked on it, opening the file, upon 
which the video started playing.

"So, what happens in this one?" she asked without 
taking her eyes from the screen.

"Umm, well, the guy cums inside the girl by the end of 
it." I said.

She looked at me. "Inside?" she said, scrunching her 
face.

"Yeah." I replied.

"But wouldn't she get pregnant?" she asked, now more 
intently.

"Mmm, I think they give the girl some kind of 
spermicide stuff that she puts inside before they do 
it. Either that or she takes one of those morning-after 
pills. That or both." I said.

"So that kind of thing works? Makes it so you can't get 
pregnant?" she asked, deeply inquisitive.

"Sure. Well, like 99% effective, I think." I said, and 
then had a thought. "Hey, this better not be giving you 
any ideas. I don't want you banging guys right and left 
without protection because of something I said." I said 
with a laugh. 

"No..." she said, chortling. "I was just wondering is 
all..."

I was sly to her curiosity. "Yeah, wondering is what 
gets a lot of cute girls like you in trouble."

"Oh, stop it..." she said, gently pushing on my leg 
with her hand.

I smiled and walked away, lying down on my bed and 
turning the DVD on. I sat and watched my movie while 
Katie was glued to my computer screen. She was now 
leaning forward, her head propped up by her right hand, 
her arm resting on the computer desk.

"You can use my headphones to hear it if you want." I 
suggested.

"Oh, ok!" she said, reaching for the headphones and 
putting them on.

I went back to watching my movie. The porno she was 
watching lasted about 15 minutes. As I glanced over at 
her over the course of the duration of the porno, I 
noticed her legs would squirm slowly and she'd rub her 
knees together. Very gently and very slowly, but she 
was definitely squirming in my chair as she watched it.

I wondered "Was she somehow masturbating?" I tried not 
to survey her too long in case she turned around.

After the clip was over, I noticed her close the 
program. She spun around in my computer chair.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." 
She said as she got up and walked out of the bedroom.

"Ahh..." I thought. She was probably doing the pee 
dance when here I thought she was rubbing her thighs 
together to masturbate. I felt a bit ashamed, but only 
for a split second. 

I sat and watched TV for awhile until I realized that 
Katie had been in the bathroom for over ten minutes. 
Just as I pondered that, Katie came in, seemingly light 
as a feather. She exhaled deeply, then smiled, and 
jumped onto the bed next to me. She was lying on her 
tummy, propping her upper body up on her elbows. She 
looked down on the magazine I was flipping through.

"So..." I said. "Did you like that porno?"

She looked perplexed for a moment. "Yeah, but I kind of 
wondered why he came inside her. You couldn't see him 
cum or anything." She said.

"I know. But you saw it drip out at the end, right?" I 
asked.

"Yeah, but they didn't show him actually shoot it out." 
She said. 

She thought for a second. "Is that the sort of thing 
you're into? Seeing the guy cum inside the girl?" She 
seemed genuinely concerned, but in a sexually 
inquisitive way.

"Umm, yeah. Kinda." I answered.

"Why?" she asked boldly and bluntly as she laid on her 
side, facing me. We were only inches apart on the bed 
now.

I didn't have an answer that wouldn't have come off as 
strange. For some reason, I like watching videos like 
that because of the potential risk of the girl getting 
knocked up. It's some weird fascination with me, don't 
ask why. I figure a lot of guys probably have it, which 
is why there are all these babies crawling around. It's 
probably something programmed in the male psyche, to 
help proliferate the species or some primal 
evolutionary programming thing. I tried to answer her 
as best I can.

"I don't know, I just do. Maybe it's because of seeing 
the guy and the girl risk doing that and that the girl 
might get pregnant. I don't know. It's like people who 
like NASCAR, that thrill that there might be an 
accident." I said, in hopes that would quell her 
curiosity.

"So you like the idea of possibly getting a girl 
pregnant when you have sex with her?" she asked again, 
still curious.

I was treaded dangerous waters again. I didn't want to 
say something to have her disgusted in me and storm out 
like before. I took a deep breath before I answered and 
when I did I did so with a soft, restrained tone.

"Katie, I don't want you to get mad and think I'm a 
pervert and storm out because of something I say..." I 
said before she put her right hand on my left hand, 
assuring me.

"Kevin, I'm past that. I'm not going to freak out. I'm 
just curious about you, that's all."

Hmph, I thought. Well, that makes this easier. I felt 
like I could just speak my mind, so I did.

"Well, to answer you question..." I said. "...yeah, it 
is kind of a turn on to think that that would happen. A 
pregnancy. I think it's an issue of closeness. To me, 
it's like, if a girl let's you get her pregnant, she 
must have an extreme amount of love and trust in you, 
so I think that's what the turn-on is. The idea that 
maybe a girl would love me so much that when the time 
came for me to, you know, that she wouldn't tell me to 
pull out. I don't know, I'm probably just a pervert." I 
laughed. Katie laughed with me.

"No, you're not a pervert. I think it's a cute and 
sweet reason. So, to you, a girl letting you cum inside 
her is like an admission of true love for you?" she 
asked.

"Yeah, I think it's because I don't have a lot of trust 
in girls and a girl can tell you anything and be lying, 
but if she entrusts her body with you that much to just 
completely give herself to you and allow you to get 
inside her defenses and give her a child, it's like her 
saying 'I trust you and have faith in you, do what you 
want with me.' It's special and not the kind of emotion 
that can be faked because a baby is something that is 
life-changing and the baby represents the joining of 
the guy and the girl and kind of a symbol of love, or 
something." I said.

She was looking into me so deeply.

"Does it sound like I've been thinking a lot about 
this?" I joked. She smiled back.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure." I said.

"Do you trust me?" she asked, her words deep and true.

"I sure hope so. I'm admitting all this perverted stuff 
to you." I said with a laugh.

"It's not perverted. It's sweet. So I guess I can 
assume you do trust me?" she asked.

"Yes, I do trust you."

She smiled again.

"Can I ask something again?" she asked, her face 
scrunched up like it had been before, as if she thought 
she was annoying me, which she wasn't.

"Of course."

"Well, if you could have your girlfriend dress up, what 
would you have her dress up as? What would be your 
fantasy?" she asked.

"Oh wow..." I said, wondering if I really wanted to 
reveal anymore of the inner workings of my mind, 
knowing how I, at times, felt ashamed at what I found 
sexually exciting. Even though, I'm sure my tastes were 
somewhat banal and common, I still felt naturally 
ashamed about them.

Katie goaded me on with a keen smile. "Come on, you can 
tell me. I'll answer whatever question you want to ask 
me afterwards, then, to make it fair."

I sighed with a smile and tried to make my answer and 
my delivery as straight-forward and uneventful as 
possible. "Well, I don't know. A girl in a Catholic 
school uniform is never a bad thing." I chuckled.

She smiled. "You mean, the one with the plaid skirt and 
high socks?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"That's a cute uniform! I like the socks they wear." 

"Yeah." I said. Even though the topic we were 
discussing could have been very uncomfortable, the mood 
in the room was very calm and friendly, intimate. Three 
words that basically summed up the last several weeks 
between Katie and I.

"I think dressing up for my boyfriend would turn me on 
if it turned him on." She said.

"Wow, that's actually a really generous way to look at 
it. Whatever guy gets you is definitely going to be 
lucky and happy in the bedroom." I laughed.

She giggled. "Well, does that make you lucky and happy, 
too, since we're in your bedroom?"

I did genuinely feel lucky and beyond happy. Here I was 
lying in bed with my dream girl and everything was 
perfect and deep down in my heart, I knew that I 
couldn't follow it. I couldn't do what my heart was 
telling me to do which was lean forward, take her face 
in my hands and give her the most gentle, passionate 
kiss I'd ever given any girl in my life. I so wanted to 
do that, so much that the willpower it took not to do 
it made my body ache. I had to fight against myself and 
my urges to keep from doing it. 

The longer I looked in her beautiful, angelic, dark 
eyes, I wasn't sure how much longer my better judgment 
would be in control of my baser instincts, my urges. It 
was like a violent, needy body of water building and 
forcing itself against a dam, the dam being logic and 
sense, the surging waters being desire and passion. All 
I could do was smile.

"Yes, I do feel very lucky and very happy. You make me 
very happy." I gently brushed a few strands of hair 
from her face. I wanted to kiss her so badly.

As I touched her face, she inched towards me even 
closer, we were now mere inches from each other.

"You know, if and when I ever get a boyfriend, I hope 
he's like you." She whispered.

"Gimme a hug." I boldly demanded, and gave her a big, 
strong hug and as I did, I whispered into her ear. "Did 
you go finger yourself after watching that porno 
earlier?"

Katie burst out laughing as we broke the hug just 
enough for me to see her face. "Did you go peek in the 
bathroom door or something?"

I chuckled. "I didn't have to. I noticed your legs 
rubbing together when you were watching it, then you 
conveniently went to the bathroom after so I figured 
you either had to pee badly or you were getting 'itchy' 
while watching that porno and had to go relieve 
yourself."

She had this devilish grin smeared across her face. 
"So, everyone does it. With all those pornos you have, 
I'm sure you do too, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I was just messing with you. But, 
from now on, anytime you want something to help get you 
in the mood to finger yourself, you can watch my 
pornos, ok?"

"Gee, thanks, Kevin." She stated sarcastically.

"Just don't start fingering yourself while I'm in the 
room..." I said, laughing still.

"Oh, shut up, you'd probably like it." She joked.

"I probably would..." I joked back. 

There was an uncomfortable silence. It seemed like 
Katie was building up courage to say something. There 
was hesitancy in her mannerisms, in her eyes.

"Is that what got you so hard the other night?" she 
blurted out innocently.

I look at her dumbfounded, my jaw agape.

"Did the thought of me playing with myself get you like 
that?" she added, curiously, still soft and unassuming.

I stuttered. My brain raced to cook up a phony excuse 
but Katie was hypnotizing me with her eyes and my mind 
was rendered incapable of complex thought. I tried to 
muster up some form of explanation.

"Katie... I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. I—you felt 
that?" I asked.

She looked down coyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. 
"Uhh, yeah. I could feel you get hard against my, you 
know, my... butt." She giggled childishly.

I looked down, swollen with disgust for myself. "Katie, 
I'm so sorry..."

She saved me from destroying what little was left of my 
dignity. Placing a caring hand on my hand, she looked 
into my eyes with those deep dark pools of hers. 
"Kevin, it's ok. It's not like you're the only one that 
gets turned on."

"Yeah, but it's easy to notice if I get turned on, 
especially if your butt is pressed up against my 
crotch." I laughed.

She giggled bashfully. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh-oh, I don't know..." I chuckled nervously.

"When you got out of bed the other day and you went 
into the bathroom and I asked you if you were ok, did 
you... you know?"

I smiled, trying to goad her onto say something 
naughty. "No, I don't know. What?"

She smiled, rolling her eyes and sighing. "You know... 
did you... beat off?"

She looked so incredibly cute as she struggled through 
that question. I figured I'd let her off the hook. 
"Well, what do you think?"

She feigned offense, tightening her face in a cutesy 
grimace. "I don't know... you tell me."

I laughed. "Yeah, I didn't do a real good job of 
keeping quiet, did I?"

"No, I knew you were probably doing something." She 
teased.

"I hope it didn't gross you out too much."

"No... not at all." She said candidly. "Actually, I 
kinda got turned on by it and I... oh gosh..."

I was drowning in anticipation, waiting for her to 
confess.

"My hands kinda started to roam before you walked in 
and when you did, I stopped."

"Wow, really?" I asked, stunned.

"Yeah."

"See, you got it easy though, if you get turned on, I'd 
never know. I get turned on and I have to walk funny 
and cover my crotch." I laughed.

"That's sooo not true. It's not easy for me either. 
Whenever I get wet, you're usually around since we hang 
out so much and I have to just sit there or lie there, 
afraid that it might show on the outside of my shorts 
or panties or something... It sucks." She chuckled.

That got me very curious. "Really? Like, how often are 
you wet? I know you mentioned before about having that 
'itchy' problem but do you get like that a lot?"

"What? Wet?" she asked.

"Yeah."

Her eyes scanned down and away. She didn't want to come 
out and confess anything and I could tell. I kind of 
wished I could've taken back that personal question, 
but we had been so close I didn't think she would take 
offense to it.

"Yeah, kind of a lot. I don't know, maybe it's because 
I'm not used to being around guys and you're a guy and 
we've been so affectionate lately and I'm not used to 
that either. It's no big deal. I don't want to bug you 
with that kind of stupid stuff."

"Like I want to get hard while we're spooning? That's 
humiliating, Katie!" I jested.

She didn't laugh, but instead was solemn. "You 
shouldn't feel humiliated, Kevin. I actually..." she 
paused, wondering if she should continue. "I actually 
thought it was sweet. The thought that maybe I had 
somehow got you turned on."

I joined her solemnity. "Well, what else could've 
turned me on? Unless I'm one of those sickos who gets 
turned on watching horror movies..." I laughed.

She smiled but the conversation was too serious for her 
to break her solemnity. 

"So, was it me that turned you on that night?" she 
finally asked, her eyes beaming into mine.

My eyes widen, surprised by the question, having been 
caught off-guard. That was a major question that, if 
answered, would be of major consequence. I answered as 
best I could: honestly. "Well... yeah, I can't lie to 
you. Yeah, you turned me on."

Her face didn't move, still focused with steely 
resolve, her eyes still searching mine for further 
details within my brief answer. She didn't seem 
appalled by my answer, or disappointed, she seemed 
genuinely fascinated by it. I knew my answer wasn't 
enough. She wanted more, and part of me wanted to tell 
her more.

"What can I say? I guess it was tough lying there with 
you in that position, considering we were both in our 
underwear and that I hadn't been with a girl in ages. I 
forgot what it was like to be so intimate with a 
girl..." I admitted.

There was a slight revelation in her eyes. "Ohhh, I 
see. So it's just because you haven't been with a girl 
in a long time. Okay." The deepness in her eyes was 
ebbing away. I had to reassure her.

"Katie, no, no, that's not it at all. Should I feel bad 
because you get wet around me and assume that the only 
reason you do is because I'm just a guy and you'd get 
wet around anyone?" I proposed.

That got Katie thinking. The look in her face confessed 
to me that she felt wrong for the recent accusation. 
She looked back up at me.

"I'm sorry. I don't get wet around you just because... 
I do because you're you."

"And that's why I get turned on around you, because 
you're you, okay?"

She nods, conceding to my theory.

"Goodness, Katie..." I joked. "...what are we going to 
do with each other? I'd better move out before we do 
something we'll regret." I said, letting out a hearty 
chuckle.

Katie giggled at my comment, but straightened up quick, 
grabbing at my hands. "You'd better not ever move out 
or I swear I'll hunt you down and beat the heck out of 
you!"

She got more aggressive and start assailing me, 
tickling my chest and arms. I fended her off. "What? 
You'd beat me off?" I teased.

She feigned being shocked and attacked me even fiercer. 
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I still couldn't refrain from laughing under the 
barrage of her clawed hands. I was shuffling around, 
giggling like a kindergartener. "If we didn't know each 
other, of course! And I wouldn't even yell at you or 
cum on your shoulder."

Still smiling, she slowed her tickling to a stop. 
"Well, where would you then?"

"Where would I what?"

"Cum. Where would you cum?"

"Where would I cum? Like, in what situation? You 
beating me off? Us having sex?"

"Making love." She corrected.

"What?" I asked, confused..

"We'd never 'have sex', if we did it, it'd be making 
love."

"Oh... ok. Well, if we were making love?" I asked.

"Yeah. If you didn't know me and we were making love 
and you had your choice of where to cum, where would 
you?"

"You mean like face, mouth, tits, ass...?" I asked.

"Anywhere."

I pondered the most endearing and painfully beautiful 
question I'd ever been asked. I put my finger to my 
lips as my eyes wandered off, I sarcastically played as 
if I had been asked the great Question of the Universe. 
"Where would I cum if we were making love?..."

Katie's eyes were wide and set firmly on me, waiting 
for an answer.

"Well..." I said. "I'd probably wait until you were 
extremely lost in our lovemaking and, without warning 
you, I'd just squirt it in you." I burst out laughing. 
Again, she feigned shock and started poking and shoving 
at me.

"You jerk! I can't believe you'd do that! If you ever 
did that, you better either be prepared to drive me to 
the doctor's office for one of those 'morning after' 
pills or get ready to be a daddy." She smiled, dropping 
the masquerade and showing how much fun she was having.

"Or an even smarter thing to do would be to get the 
pills before so, just in case of a slip up, you've got 
a backup plan."

"Wow... so you must've plotted something like this 
before, huh, since you love the idea of cumming inside 
girls?"

"Oh, stop, Katie..." I laughed. "That weird, sick thing 
I'm fascinated with only works when the girl gives me 
permission. I'm not some scumbag who knocks up girls 
and runs for the hills..."

"I know, I was just playing with you..." she said, 
touching my chest.

"You're playing with me?" I joked sarcastically.

"Ugh!" she grunted with fake outrage, punching me 
again.

We were having too much fun, so much so there should've 
been a law. Technically, there were laws against the 
sort of stuff I'm sure we wanted to do to each other. 

"Kinda sucks to think that if one of us had only had a 
different set of parents we could be having an awful 
lot of fun right now..." she imagined, a playful scowl 
on her face.

"Yeah, but if we didn't have the same parents it's 
doubtful we'd know each other or that we'd be here 
right now. And if we had different parents and were 
both here right now and had our fun, within a year or 
two from now we'd be juggling a nursery of kids." I 
joked.

"So you'd have me barefoot and pregnant constantly?"

"Probably..." I chuckled.

"I think if we had kids you'd make a great daddy."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said as she crawled towards me, wrapping 
her arms around me tightly. I returned her embrace as 
we lay there cuddling.

Overcome with elation, wrapped in our warm embrace, we 
glanced over at the TV. There was a baby food 
commercial, a cherubic infant cooing and giggling. 
Katie held me closer.

"Awwww..." she cooed. "...how cute." Then she frowned 
in a cutesy way. "I want a baby."

I felt a tinge in my crotch. She said that in such a 
seductive way, I was spellbound. Her delivery sent a 
shiver down my spine and made my penis thump and swell, 
bringing me back to a few days ago with the infamous 
spooning incident. We weren't quite so close together 
to engender panic in me, but I had to try and tame the 
wild beast fighting to grow in my boxers. Katie looked 
up at me with those big, doe eyes which didn't help.

"Kevin, aren't babies cute?" her eyes still on mine.

"Of course. But before you start wanting a baby, you'd 
better find a good man and be in a long-term 
relationship. I don't want you letting some scraggly 
creep knock you up and then him running." I smiled.

"Kevin, you know me. Besides, the way I'm going, by the 
time I meet a decent guy and have been in a long-term 
relationship, my eggs will have dried up." She laughed.

"Nah, you'll find a guy long before then. If you went 
out and just started hanging out with people, a guy 
would snatch you up in no time."

"To be honest with you, I don't really want to find 
someone. I'm happy the way things are." She confessed 
her eyes warm and loving. "I'm happier with you than 
some guy that I'm not sure if he'll hurt me or not. I 
know you'd never hurt me." Her eyes looked up at me 
with a longing.

Another uncomfortable silence before Katie spoke up 
again, this time a bit uneasy, trying to find strength 
as she spoke each word.

"Kevin, I was thinking something, and if I sound crazy, 
just tell me and I'll shut up and never mention it 
again, ok?"

"Okay." I said, my curiosity having been peaked.

She spoke as if she was walking on eggshells. Very 
delicately. "Well, I was thinking that if, after 
awhile, like say, five years, if I don't at least have 
a boyfriend that maybe you could... donate... some 
stuff so I could have a baby. Before I get old and 
can't have any, that is."

"Donate?" I asked, not quite sure of what she meant 
initially. Then, my brain kicked in and the thought was 
almost too unbelievable that I had to make sure she was 
thinking what I thought she was. "As in..."

"You know..." she said, her eyes hopeful and innocent.

It still took a moment to sink in. "Donate? Like... 
sperm?"

Katie seemed overcome with regret, shaking her head 
childishly. "It sounds so stupid. I'm sorry, just 
forget I said it. I don't know what I was thinking."

Without letting her drag the conversation down, I 
interrupted. "So, would I go to a lab and give them a 
sample or would I be 'donating' the old fashioned way?"

She stopped her downward spiral of regret, my words 
pulling her back into her initial mindset, her eyes met 
mine again. 

"What's 'the old fashioned way'? she asked with such 
naďve cuteness.

"Duh. What do you think?" I laughed.

She cracked a reflexive smile. "Okay, okay, now I know. 
I was actually thinking that, especially since I know 
now that you probably would get some enjoyment out of 
it, we'd actually be helping each other in a way, you 
know? You'd get to create a life with someone who loves 
you and you'd be giving me a baby."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Katie basically 
confessed, in a way, that she wanted to have my baby. 
Well, as a last resort, but even still. She wanted to 
make my fantasy come true, but based on the rules of 
the proposition it might not ever happen. I knew that 
someone would realize Katie was a jewel and would 
snatch her up, but I was flattered nonetheless.

"Katie, of course I'd be willing to help you, but I 
don't want you asking me to do this for you when I'm 
sure tons of guys would want to be with you." I 
offered.

"Unless a guy comes along who is exactly like you, I 
wouldn't want to have a baby with anyone." She said.

"So, would you want me to help you with the baby?"

"You wouldn't have to help me raise the baby, but it'd 
be nice if you'd want to see it from time to time."

"Of course I would!" I said with a joyous chuckle. "I 
want kids someday and I'd rather it be with someone I 
love rather than a mistake with someone I'd regret 
having slept with afterwards."

She smiled and looked away. "I was hoping you'd say 
that."

"Although I doubt that'll ever happen because in no 
time some guy is going to stumble onto you and realize 
what a find you are and is going to scoop you up for 
himself." I exclaimed.

"Not if I don't go outside." She joked with a mock 
seriousness.

"Oh, you'll go outside eventually. I'll make you." I 
chuckled.

"So what, you want some other guy to take me away from 
you?"

I could tell she was serious that time. The look in her 
eyes was deep and fierce.

"Katie..." I said. "Of course not, I love having you 
around. I think you'd make a great mother. But I want 
you to be happy, that's all. I just want you to make 
sure you test the waters before settling on me."

"Kevin, I've had boyfriends. I've known lots of guys 
and none of them compare to you. I'm a big girl and 
know what I want."

"And you want me?" I asked with a stone-cold, unmovable 
sternness.

She looked at me for a second or two and then with the 
softest, gentlest voice, she spoke. "Yes."

I raised my hand to her face and caressed it. "Ok then. 
I guess it'd be a waste of time to wait if you've 
already made your decision."

"So then, we don't have to wait five years?"

"Not if you don't want to, but we should wait for 
awhile to at least save up some money, plan where we're 
going to move because we can't live here if we're going 
to be making babies." I chuckled.

"Ok..." she said, her voice trembling, almost brought 
to tears.

I held her close. "I love you, Katie."

Her eyes closed, head buried into my chest, she 
whispered back. "I love you, too."

Out of nowhere Katie leaned forward and gave me a quick 
peck on the lips. It was painfully soft and wet. She 
couldn't look at me after that, she didn't have the 
courage. Still facing me, her eyes looked away, not 
knowing what to say. Hell, I didn't know what to say, 
but I knew what I wanted to do.

I just looked at her with an adoration I'd never felt 
up to this point. I felt the dam of will power breaking 
within me. I reached up and caressed her cheek and then 
I leaned forward boldly, traveling those few inches 
that felt like miles. My lips were hungry for hers.

I whispered, "Katie..." and then I gave her a gentle 
kiss. We both closed our eyes and enjoyed the moment, 
savored it.

At first my mouth was closed, but with the next kiss I 
opened my mouth slightly and as our lips met again, I 
heard that beautiful sound of our lips meshing. I never 
wanted to stop hearing that sound, but the sensation, 
the feeling was impossibly even better than the sound. 

Katie was a little more than limp at first, but as we 
kissed, her passion gained fervor. I felt heaven as she 
kissed me back. Her lips were so soft but her mouth was 
so excruciatingly wet and hot and inviting. My lips 
would brush against the insides of her lips as we 
kissed and I tasted that nectar, the warmth and heat in 
her mouth.

The more we kissed, the more passionate it became, even 
though it was still slow, soft and gentle, the desire 
behind each kiss gained in intensity, our mouths 
opening more each time. The first kiss was a peck but 
now we were passionately entwined. Our arms came up as 
we held each other close, wrapping ourselves into one. 

I could feel the gentle and pure craving in her 
embrace. By now, I had a full erection, rock hard and 
hungry and pressing against Katie's tummy. Now I didn't 
care if she noticed it or not. In fact, I gently pushed 
forward, pressing my hard-on into her belly, making 
sure she felt it.

She pulled away from our kiss and then looked down 
between us at the rigid, throbbing meat growing in my 
boxers and nuzzling up against her tummy. She looks 
awestruck, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes focused 
on it. Then she looked up at me. "Kevin, you're hard?"

I only nodded as no words were needed. We were both 
writhing against each other, stroking, caressing and 
rubbing. She returned the motion, pushing back on my 
erection with her tummy.

Curiously and precociously, she reached forward and 
rested her left hand atop the apex of the tent that my 
erection had built out of my boxers. I could feel the 
pressure of her little hand on the tip of my cock and 
let out a low groan. It felt incredible.

"Can I touch it?" she asked with such inquisitive 
wonder.

"Uh huh." I blurted out.

I knew she'd seen a cock before, even had one in her 
mouth, but the naivety in her voice and her delicate, 
carefully measured gestures as she hovered over mine, 
asking to explore it were so mesmerizing, so 
seductively overpowering that I didn't dare imagine 
what the next hour or so would entail or I'd risk 
blowing my load right then and there before any fun 
could begin.

With my permission given, Katie began to free my hard-
on from its confines, undoing the buttons on my boxers 
one by one until they were all undone. And with a look 
of exquisite anticipation on her face, she delicately 
wormed her hand into my boxers. I felt her wrap her 
lithe, warm fingers around my pulsing girth and attempt 
to pull it from the restraining fabric. With a bit of 
gentle pressure, my cock popped out. I heard her utter 
a faint gasp as she saw it.

She playfully admired it; slowly running her fist up 
and down its length, studying it's every nuance. I 
shifted in place, my body involuntarily reacting to 
every minute sensation that her tiny hand on my cock 
presented. It was so sensitive that with every inch she 
explored, she'd brush a nerve that'd send electricity 
down my spine, causing my body to twitch. I could feel 
the contours of her fingers on my cock and it was 
incredible.

She looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes, her 
lip hanging so innocently. I could've blown my load all 
over her tank top right there. She was begging for 
instruction as her eyes explored mine. She wanted to 
please me, to give me release, to reward me for every 
nice thing I'd ever done for her. She wanted to repay 
me for being the guy that every other guy wasn't. She 
wanted me to teach her how to be a woman, the type of 
woman who knows how to please the man she loves. 

She had drawn me into her naivety and my mind was 
clouded with thoughts of her. I'd forgotten every other 
sexual act I'd ever shared with a woman, every act, 
every orgasm. I was a virgin again, with her, and we 
were going to lose our virginity to each other. When 
the time came that I penetrated her, I would claim her 
virginity, but she would also claim virginity from me, 
my first time for being truly in love in a way I never 
imagined was possible.

"Does this feel nice?" she asked, hoping for 
instruction.

My eyes were finding it hard to stay open. I was in 
ecstasy and could barely speak coherently. I could only 
whisper a 'yes.'

She looked back down on my cock, still very slowing 
exploring its length. In fact, she didn't even have a 
firm grip on it, her fingers only very lightly made 
contact with my cock as she went through the motions. 
It was intoxicating. I could feel my eyes rolling back 
in rapture.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, so sweet.

I caressed her face. "Yes, sweetie."

"I love you." She responded.

"I love you too."

She leaned forward and I took note, leaning forward and 
gently kissing her. Our mouths began to merge, our eyes 
closed and we were melded together in bliss. We began 
to kiss more passionately as Katie's strokes became 
more firm, her hand wrapping more tightly around my 
cock. She began stroking with increasing vigor and 
intensity.

My tongue made its way into her mouth and met hers as 
they tangled. Our exchange was wet, hot, sloppy and 
passionate. It was heavenly. Her taste was so 
addictive, so soft, pure, and sweet and the attention 
she was giving my cock was intimately aggressive. She 
was willing to be taken, to completely lower her 
defenses in hopes that I'd lower mine as well so we 
could share ourselves willingly and completely. 

She was still the perfectly angelic girl I'd known and 
loved my whole life but the dynamic to which our 
relationship was based had blossomed, transformed into 
something wholly different and beautiful.

There we were, in love, engaged in a lovingly familiar 
embrace, our mouths entangled, and her hand feverishly 
stroking my rock hard cock.

Her stroke slowed as she pulled away from our kiss. "I 
want to get something so I can stroke you off better, 
ok? Be right back." 

She leaned in and stole a quick kiss before getting up 
and leaving the room. I heard her rifling around in the 
bathroom before coming back less than a minute later. 
She had a bottle of baby oil in her hand. I welcomed 
her with open arms as she lay back down in front of me 
and we instantly began kissing again.

Her hand went right back to my cock, stroking it again.

"You like stroking my cock?" I remarked.

"Yeah, it's so hard and big. When we make love, do you 
think it'll fit in me?"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure of it." I groaned.

We went back to kissing as she kept stroking. After a 
minute or so she pulled away to look down as she 
dribbled a trickle of baby oil on the length of my 
cock. I began to kiss her neck as she lovingly applied 
the oil, spreading it over my length with her free 
hand. She then put the bottle aside and went back to 
kissing me. I felt her wrap her left hand around my 
oil-covered cock and shuddered at the intense pleasure 
of it as she began to stroke me again, still slowly but 
this time with a much firmer grip.

As her fist beat my cock in a pumping motion, I could 
tell she hadn't done it a lot, but she was at least 
eager to satisfy me, that much was sure. And that was 
just as good as having a more experienced girl do it, 
more so even.

Our tongues explored our mouths with growing passion. I 
wanted nothing more, now, than to spurt a full load of 
hot cum all over her chest. Strangely, I never even 
considered laying her down and penetrating her fully, I 
was just enjoying the feel of my mouth wrapped around 
hers and feel the moist heat flooding into mine from 
hers. I was also addicted without apology to the 
feeling of her little, girlish fingers fondling and 
stroking my rigid member, urging it to spurt loving 
ropes of joy for her.

It had been forever since I'd been in such an intimate 
exchange with a girl and all past rendezvous paled in 
comparison to the fire I felt with Katie. It was then 
that I realized how deeply in love with her I was. She 
had only been jerking me for several minutes when I 
felt the tickling, swelling urge grow from inside my 
stomach and flow from my crotch and into the narrow 
canal of my cock.

The only time we spoke was to whisper 'I love you's in 
between kisses. We were so tightly bound, it was if we 
were in a cocoon. You couldn't tell where one ended and 
the other began.

The love that had began in my stomach and funneled into 
my cock was building and was anxious to make an 
explosive exit. I could feel it and wouldn't be able to 
hold back much longer.

"Sweetie, I'm getting ready. I'm gonna cum soon, ok?"

She looked at me with urgency, almost panicking. "Do 
you want me to keep stroking as you cum?"

"Yeah. I'll tell you when to stop, ok?"

"Ok." She said, wanting desperately to do it right.

I felt the deluge of cum building within me; I couldn't 
hold it back any longer. A dribble of cum trickled out 
of the tip of my cock, running down the shaft, 
lubricating it and Katie's hand.

"Katie, I'm gonna cum." I urged.

Finally, I erupted, launching thick, warm ropes of jism 
that splattered on Katie's tanktop. She jerked in 
response, flinching as spurt after thick spurt gushed 
onto her. She kept pumping my cock goading on each 
explosive jet of semen. The feeling was so intense that 
I stopped breathing as I watched my baby sister fisting 
my cock, my hot cum splashing on her tank top, ruining 
it.

She just looked on in awe as squirt after squirt came 
out. After six or seven powerful blasts, the cumming 
slowed to a dribble, trickling down the shaft of my 
cock. Her hand was coated in cum.

"It's ok, sweetie, you can stop now..." I offered, 
which she did.

She was like a student being taught by a mentor, 
eagerly obeying my every command. She looked down at my 
only partially erect cock.

"Wow, you came a lot. Did I do ok?" she asked.

I leaned in and kissed her deeply. "Yes, sweetie. You 
did great."

She looked at the cum on her hand. "Can I taste it?"

"Do you want to?" I wondered.

"Kinda."

"Sure, go ahead." I said.

She stuck her tongue out and dipped it into a glob of 
semen on her hand. Her eyes scanned about as her tongue 
tasted the cum. 

"It's kind of salty..." she said.

"It is? Is it ok?"

"Yeah, it's ok." She said, then licking her hand again, 
licking up another glob of cum and studying the taste 
with her eyes.

"Is it okay enough that you'd swallow it if I came in 
your mouth?" I dared.

"I'd try." She said without pause.

I was starting to get hard again. Her tank top was 
drenched in cum.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. Look what I did to your top?"

She looked down at it. "It's ok, I'll wash it later..."

I noticed her nipples were fully erect through her wet 
tank top. I put my finger under her chin and raised her 
head to where our eyes met. I kissed her deeply again, 
my tongue probing her mouth. Her tongue instantly met 
mine.

As we kissed I rested my right hand on her tummy. After 
a few moments I felt her hand take mine and guide it 
onto her breast. With permission given I began to knead 
and squeeze her tit through her top. She moaned with 
approval into my mouth as we kissed.

As I gently massaged her left tit, I could feel her 
nipple, erect under the attention of my hand. For 
several minutes we laid there kissing, my hand gently 
and softly caressing her breast, her hands rubbing my 
chest lovingly. At this point I was rock hard again.

"Can I take this off?" I asked, referring to her 
sweater.

"Mm-hmm." She purred.

She helped me pull her top up and off, tossing it 
aside. She covered her breasts at first, still a bit 
shy.

"Katie, it's ok." I reassured, caressing her face.

"Okay." She said as she lowered her hands, revealing 
her bare breasts to me.

They were beautiful, silky smooth, milky white like 
porcelain, plump handfuls of flawless flesh. I had seen 
her one of her bras in the wash recently and knew she 
was a 32c. They were perfect.

She looked up at me with a look so innocently seductive 
that I wanted to beat off right there.

"Are they big enough for you?" she asked.

"Of course. They're so beautiful, so perfect."

"Do you think they're big enough to feed our babies?"

That was the most endearing question I'd ever been 
asked. I kissed her. "Of course."

We started making out again; my hand now caressing the 
bare flesh of her breast. I rubbed her nipple between 
my thumb and forefinger in between cupping her tit. I 
could tell it was taking effect on her, as her kissing 
became more passionate, her tongue lashing out against 
mine, begging me not to stop.

"Are you wet?" I asked in between quick, excited 
breaths.

"Yeah..." she exhaled, her eyes shut, enraptured.

Her hips were writhing, her thighs grinding together as 
she said this, the same way she was rubbing her thighs 
together that night she was watching my pornos. I moved 
my hand from her breast, down her leg and reached 
around to her ass, squeezing it. She groaned in 
approval

I ran my hand up and down her ass, resting my thumb on 
the elastic band to her panties.

"Baby, can I take these off?" I asked with bated 
breath.

Her eyes still closed, she nodded. I glanced up at her 
as I began to pull down on her panties and noticed her 
lick her lips. She wriggled her hips to allow me to 
pull her panties past her ass and thighs. When they got 
to her ankles, she kicked them off.

I leaned in and we began kissing again, my hand going 
straight for her ass again, squeezing it. She moaned as 
I ran my hand up and down her ass. After giving her ass 
some attention for several minutes, I snaked my hand 
down on the inside of her left knee, gently lifting it. 
She got the message and raised her knee, exposing her 
pussy to me. It was shaved clean.

"Baby, you shaved it?" I inquired.

"Is that ok?"

"Yeah... it's great."

I licked my fingers as my lips returned to hers. My 
brought my wet fingers down to between her thighs 
caressing her leg starting at her raised knee, then 
down to the back of her thighs then down finally to in 
between her legs. I ran my fingers down the crack of 
her ass as they led to her virginal sex. As my fingers 
touched her labia, Katie gasped, breaking our kiss.

As we began to kiss again, I ran my middle finger up 
and down her slit. The slight pressure caused several 
drops of moisture to pool around my finger. As I ran my 
middle finger up and down her crevice I could feel the 
wetness within. I sank my middle finger into her pussy 
about a half an inch before discovering that she was 
sopping wet. She gasped.

"Baby, you're so wet." I said.

"I know. You make me wet."

"Baby, I don't want to risk making love right now 
because I know I'll get you pregnant tonight."

"Okay..."

"But I can still make you cum..."

Katie closed her eyes and bit her lip as I sank my 
middle finger deep into her wet pussy. I started 
pumping my finger in and out as she squirmed beside me. 
Her pussy emitted the natural wet squishy sounds as I 
fingered her.

I maintained a steady finger-fucking rhythm, listening 
to the pace of her breath to know when she was going to 
cum. After several minutes I could feeling her 
breathing become more rapid. At this point, her pussy 
was gushing juices and she was clawing my shoulder, 
deeply entrenched in the sensation of having my finger 
buried deep in her my sensitive and delicate of places.

Her face twisted into a mask of ecstasy as she inhaled 
deeply, thrust her crotch into my finger, tightened the 
grip on my shoulder and froze in place. I kept pumping 
my finger and then felt her pussy tighten and start 
convulsing as if it was milking my finger. Katie let 
out a shuddering exhale, her body shook as she lowered 
her ass back onto the bed and she began to violently 
tremble, her lips quivering as she had her orgasm.

I accommodated her, slowing the motion of my finger 
within her, decreasing the speed as she orgasm lessened 
in intensity. After a minute or so of her body gyrating 
around my finger, she finally loosened up, her body 
lowering onto the bed. Her breathing, while labored, 
became less erratic. Katie was sweating heavily and she 
had a look on her face like she'd run a marathon. 
Pained, fatigued, her body racked with pleasure and 
exhaustion, traumatized by the mental and physical 
experience of it all.

I slipped my finger out of her pussy, it being covered 
in coats of her viscous juices, juices made by the 
passion of our love.

Deeply emotional after what we'd shared, Katie, still a 
pained look on her face, leaned over to me and kissed 
me deeply, plunging her tongue into my mouth.

"I love you..." she purred as she wrapped her arms 
around my neck.

As she embraced me, she felt my erection poke at her 
belly.

"Oh, baby, you're hard again..." she said.

She reached down and wrapped her left hand around it, 
tugging gently on it. The feeling was fantastic.

Just like that Katie slid down and hovered over my hard 
cock, positioning her face over it, admiring it. I knew 
what she was going to do and braced myself for the 
incredible sensation, knowing what pleasure I was in 
store for.

Like a kitten, I felt Katie lick the tip of my cock, 
lapping at it like it was a bowl of milk. Her tongue 
panned across the head, enveloping it. I could only see 
the top of her head as she serviced me, but that made 
it even more intense, to be able to only see her head 
as her tongue worked its magic.

She clearly wasn't a pro at it but that too made the 
sensation that much more enjoyable, knowing that this 
sweet virgin didn't know what she was doing but was 
willing to forego her pride to give me pleasure. I 
wanted to pay her back by burying my face in her snatch 
it felt so good.

After a few minutes of her lapping, I finally felt the 
sensation that almost put me over the edge. I felt the 
intense warmth as she wrapped her mouth around the head 
of my cock, her tongue twirling around it as she 
suckled it. Slowly but surely she lowered her head 
taking a little bit more of it in as she bobbed her 
head. She was going extremely slow, taking her time 
partially to please me I assumed but also out of 
inexperience.

With each downward motion she'd take a little bit more 
of me in, making sure to suck hard on her way up, 
making a loud suction sound as she reached the tip. I 
placed a hand lightly around the back of her head, 
rubbing it as she kept bobbing up and down on my cock.

Her tongue was coating it with saliva which was now 
running down the shaft and pooling on my crotch. After 
a minute or so she was now sucking me off in earnest. 
She could only take a few inches into her mouth but I 
wasn't complaining. It was easily the best blowjob I'd 
ever received and not because it was the best but 
because it was from Katie, the woman I loved.

Her head bobbed up and down at a frenetic pace, the 
loud slurping sounds coming in such a consistent 
frequency that it was like a symphony. It was music to 
my ears. All I could do was lie there, looking down in 
awe at my sweet sister as she gobbled at my cock. With 
her right hand she held my cock at the base while she 
rubbed my thigh with her left hand. 

It had only been a few minutes but I felt the hot 
reserve of cum building within my cock, stirring, ready 
to erupt. Katie was sucking me hard and at this point 
I'd be hard pressed to tell if she knew what she was 
doing or not. If she didn't, she surely played the part 
well. I could feel it coming. I was going to cum and 
soon.

"Sweetie, I'm gonna cum..." I blurted out.

Katie didn't respond at all, she just kept plunging her 
head up and down on my cock, sucking without 
reservation. I had to warn her again that if she kept 
it up she was going to get a mouthful of cum.

"Sweetie, I'm gonna cum. Baby..." I blurted out again, 
more urgently now.

No response. No moans, no groans, no signal that she 
was going to pull off of me, she just kept pumping and 
sucking away. I felt the reservoir of cum rush up my 
cock like lightning and knew I wouldn't be able to 
contain it.

"Baby..." I uttered, gritting my teeth as my cock 
exploded inside Katie's mouth.

With my hand still on the back of her head, I felt 
Katie gag slightly, pulling back but still keeping her 
lips clamped tightly around my cock, guzzling my seed 
as I poured it in pulsing spurts down her throat. 
Savoring the feeling as I ejaculated, my lower body 
went numb. I could feel my balls empty themselves throb 
after throb into Katie's eager mouth. My legs felt like 
all the blood was draining from them. I tried to let 
out a groan it felt so good, but all that came out was 
silence.

After several powerful jets, my cock slowed its salvo 
to a dribble. Katie pulled my cock out of her mouth 
with a loud slurp, leaving little evidence of my orgasm 
behind. She'd swallowed most of it like a trooper. 
There were a few drops on her lip that she licked up.

I could only react to the aftermath letting out a deep 
groan, that being the earliest moment that my body 
would allow me to make a sound.

She smiled up at me with those beautiful eyes. "Was 
that good?"

I pulled her up to me and took her in my arms, kissing 
her. "That was the most incredible blowjob and orgasm 
I've ever had."

She looked happily amazed. "Really?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed.

We kissed deeply.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry for suggesting that we not make 
love tonight. I just don't have any protection and I 
was afraid we'd get carried away... Plus I knew that 
even if I had a condom I wouldn't want to wear one with 
you..."

She looked down disappointed but understood. "I know. 
But maybe we can get some of those 'morning-after' 
pills you had mentioned before. Then we don't have to 
worry?"

"Definitely. We should make an appointment to see a 
doctor."

"Okay!" she said, eyes wide.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too."

Katie and I hopped in the shower, made out for fifteen 
minutes before getting turned on again. She sucked me 
off for ten minutes before I blew my load all over her 
face. Good thing we were already in the shower.

A thought struck me as we stepped out of the shower. 
"Katie..."

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Why did you want to know what kind of costumes I'd 
want my girlfriend to dress up in?"

She looked at me. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted 
to know what you like...in girls. What makes you happy. 
You told me about the schoolgirl thing, remember? I 
said I liked the socks they wear."

"Yeah." I said, thinking.

"Do you think I'd look cute in one of those uniforms?" 
she asked.

The mental picture of Katie prowling around the house 
in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform was enough to get me 
almost fully erect within five seconds. I didn't know 
what was behind these questions but the deeply perverse 
nature of my mind compiled myriads of colorful 
scenarios almost instantly.

"You'd look incredible."

Katie coyly looked away, she probably didn't know what 
she meant by what she'd said since she wasn't very 
sexually experienced, which was good, but I was still 
extremely aroused and curious. 

The most prevalent image that came into my mind was 
Katie decked out in a cute Catholic schoolgirl uniform, 
her hair done up, make-up conservatively applied to her 
face, on her knees on the floor in front of me gently 
and passionately servicing my full erection as she 
glared up at me with those perfectly virginal eyes. 

I thought I was going to cum right there and had to get 
that vision out of my head. 

THE NEXT DAY

Katie got a call from her friend, Tricia, the next day, 
asking Katie to help her shop for a baby shower gift 
for one of Tricia's aunts that were expecting. Before 
leaving, Katie gave me a big hug and a kiss on the 
cheek and promised to be back in a few hours.

It was 11:30 in the morning so I had the house to 
myself. I tidied up my room a bit, putting things in 
order, cleaned up the living room, did some dishes and 
took a hot shower after cleaning up.

It was around 3pm when Katie finally arrived home. She 
walked in bagless, but wearing a huge smile on her 
face. She ran over and jumped into my arms, wrapping 
her legs around my waist as she peppered my neck and 
face with kisses.

"I missed you..." she said.

I smiled. "I missed you too. You come up empty-handed?"

"Umm, kinda. I just watched Tricia shop mostly."

"Oh, ok! Well, do you want something to eat?"

"Sure!" she replied.

After dinner, we settled in to the living room, 
cuddling on the couch.

"Kevin..." Katie said. "...was it good? Last night?"

I looked at her. "Of course..."

"Did you want to make love last night?" she asked.

"Of course, but I didn't want to risk it since we 
didn't have condoms. Shit! I should've went out and 
bought some. I can go out and get some if you want..."

Katie leaned in seductively, resting her hand on my 
crotch. "No, you don't have to."

She drove her tongue into my mouth and we began making 
out on the couch, her hand was intently rubbing my 
crotch luring my cock to full rigidity in no time.

I took her face in my hands as we kissed and she 
stroked my cock through my shorts. I badly wanted to 
get my shorts off so she helped me as I tugged them and 
my boxers off, kicking them away. Her hand instantly 
went back to my cock, her hand running up and down its 
length. I moved my hands down and started kneading her 
tits through her shirt as she stroked me. After a few 
minutes of making out, Katie pulled away, still 
stroking me.

"Let's go to your room." She said.

"Okay."

I was beyond excited. I jumped up and took her in my 
arms. We embraced tightly, kissing as we made our way 
clumsily towards my bedroom. Upon reaching the bedroom, 
we collapsed on the bed, me on top of her. As I landed 
on her, my hard cock flopped onto her tummy. She 
wrapped her legs around me and my hard cock 
instinctively went for her pussy, which was 
unfortunately covered by her shorts. The sensation of 
dry humping her was immense and we both groaned 
passionately. Katie closed her eyes and laid her head 
back as I pressed my cock against her shorts-covered 
hole.

"Wait..." Katie said as she gently pushed me off of 
her. "I'll be right back, okay?"

She kissed me then scampered out of the room. I laid 
there in the middle of the bed, my cock throbbing, 
aching, eager to bury itself deep into her, condom or 
not, and Katie had run out of the room, leaving me 
hard. I wondered if she'd gotten scared. No, she kissed 
me before she ran out. What was she doing?

"Katie, you okay?" I called out.

"Yes, I'm fine! I'll be out in a few minutes, okay? I 
love you!" she yelled, her voice muffled by the walls. 
She sounded like she was coming from the bathroom.

"I love you too!" I called back, a bit confused.

After several minutes I became worried but I could hear 
her in the bathroom moving around so I went back to the 
bedroom, laid down and switched on the TV.

About fifteen minutes later I heard the bathroom door 
open and could hear Katie walking towards the room. I 
sat up, anxious to see her, and switched off the TV. I 
saw her shadow loom up near the door until finally she 
poked her head into the room just enough to where I 
could see her eyes. I noticed she was wearing dark eye-
shadow and that peaked my interest.

"Kevin?" she asked.

"Yeah, sweetie. Are you ok?" I asked, smiling?

"Yeah... I went out and bought something for you so I 
hope you like it..."

"I'm sure I'll like it, sweetie. Come here..."

Nervous and timid, Katie stepped slowly into the 
doorway. My jaw dropped as I saw what she was wearing; 
a full catholic schoolgirl uniform complete with shiny 
black dress shoes and knee-high socks. She had put 
makeup on and brushed her hair. She was the living 
embodiment of every fantasy I'd ever had. I couldn't 
speak. She just stood there bashfully, shuffling her 
feet, her hands behind her back as she presented 
herself to me.

"Do I look ok?" she asked timidly.

I had to force out the words. "Katie... you're so 
beautiful."

She smiled and slowly walked over to me, my erection 
having been fully restored. She glanced at it as she 
stood before me. I stared up at her, a completely 
dumbfounded look on my face and like that, she got on 
her knees and put her hands on my thighs, my cock only 
inches from her face. She looked at it and smiled, 
tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear and took my cock 
with her right hand and took the head in her mouth.

She was wearing glossy red lipstick and the image of 
her glossy red lips wrapping around the head of my cock 
as she maintained eye contact with me was almost enough 
to put me over the edge.

She lovingly and slowly ran her tongue up and down the 
shaft, never looking away. When she reached the head of 
my cock she'd take it into her mouth and lean forward, 
taking a few inches of my cock in her mouth.

After a few minutes of slowly working my throbbing 
hard-on she pulled her mouth away from it and in the 
softest, most seductive voice, she spoke.

"Kevin, when I was out today I went to the doctors and 
I got a prescription for morning after pills..." she 
said.

My eyes bulged, my jaw hanging.

"...so when we make love right now and you get ready to 
cum, I don't want you to pull out. I want you to cum 
inside me, ok?"

I nodded. With that she crawled up on me like a wild 
cat preparing to attack its prey and pushed me onto my 
back onto the bed. She shimmied up to my chest as we 
began making out. My hands roamed down her back to find 
her delectable ass tucked underneath her skirt. When I 
firmly squeezed her ass I felt her moan into my mouth.

I rolled over and we switched places, she was now on 
her back and I was on top of her. I started kissing her 
neck as she wrapped her legs around my back and I could 
smell the perfume she'd put on and it was intoxicating. 
Feeling the petite little angel underneath me, her legs 
wrapped around my back leaving her pussy exposed, I 
pushed my pelvis forward, pushing the tip of my cock 
against the thin fabric of her panty-covered pussy.

Katie clawed at my shoulder as I did so, moaning and 
shutting her eyes. I'd passed the point of no return 
and wanted more than anything to bury my aching cock 
into the soft, virginal canal of her pussy. Knowing 
that I didn't have to worry about pulling out, all my 
inhibitions were gone. I was going to make love to 
Katie and give her all my love. She'd fulfilled so many 
of my fantasies already and was now going to fulfill 
another.

After a minute or so of lying on top of her, our body 
clenched together, writhing, licking, nibbling, 
kissing, my cock pressing against her crotch, being 
denied entry by the thin fabric of her underwear, I 
started to slide down her chest. Reaching her tits, I 
buried my face between them, unbuttoning the uniform 
dress shirt she was wearing. She wasn't wearing a bra 
so I pulled her shirt open and her 32cs popped out and 
my mouth went straight for her nipples.

As I licked and sucked her nipples, alternating from 
one to the other I let my right hand wander down to her 
hips, hiking up her skirt. My hand snaked between her 
thighs, rubbing her bald gash. Through her panties I 
could feel her hot dampness, she was sopping wet.

She looked up at me with large, frightened eyes. She 
had thrust herself confidently into this situation but 
was still a virgin, and a scared one. "Katie, we don't 
have to do this..." I said.

She reached up at me and ran her fingers across my 
lips, her eyes still scared and inexperienced. "No, I 
want to. I want you." She said.

I nodded. "Ok." And I started to rub her little gash 
again, very slowly at first. The sensation of my 
fingers running gently up and down her panty-covered 
pussy made Katie squirm, clutching her tits with her 
hands. She reached up and took my face in her hands and 
pulled me towards her. She kissed me fiercely and with 
her right hand she reached down and began and feel for 
my cock. She found it hard and pulsing through my 
boxers.

"Take these off." She commanded, which I did within a 
few seconds, kicking them off.

The feeling of my hard-on exposed to the warm air, mere 
inches from the home it wanted to be nestled deeply 
into was excruciating. Katie, sensing my urgency, 
reached down and wrapped her thumbs around the elastic 
bands of her underwear and tugged them down past her 
hips. I scrambled for them, helping her pull them down 
past her thighs. My eyes shut and our lips sealed 
together, I flung her panties across the room with my 
left hand.

As I lay on her body, which was now naked from the 
waist down, I felt the indescribable feeling of being 
invited in between her cold, soft thighs. She wrapped 
her legs around me again and I could feel her bare 
thighs pressed against my lower torso. They were milky 
smooth, untouched, unexplored by anyone else, and more 
importantly, I could feel the barren, warm dampness in 
between them. My cock was lodged between us. It was 
warm and throbbing, wanting inside.

The feeling of being naked and being on top on Katie, 
who was naked from the waist down, was addicting. She 
was grinding her hips up at me as we kissed, as if her 
pussy was hungry and needing to be fed.

"Baby, are you wet?" I asked.

She could only nod. I ran my hand up her shaven crotch, 
cupping her pussy with my right hand. She was drenched. 

"You're so wet, baby." I remarked.

"I know."

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yeah." She whispered, her head turned, eyes shut, 
ready to accept me into her.

With her permission given I took my cock in my hand and 
nestled the head up against Katie's labia, groaning as 
it made contact.

Katie started to bite her lip, a faint moan coming out 
of her as I started rubbing the head up and down her 
dewy slit. I leaned forward, slowly forcing my cock 
into her. Her pussy was so incredibly wet but so tight 
it was almost impenetrable. I grimaced at the pressure 
of her tightness refusing to give way to my cock. I 
could only imagine Katie was grimacing in the same kind 
of painful ecstasy as me, but I was so caught up in the 
moment, I was unable to open my eyes to check.

I maintained pressure, just keeping my cock there, 
allowing her pussy to envelope my girth and swallow it. 
Just as I hoped, I felt her tight wetness slowly budge 
and loosen just enough for my cockhead to sink into 
her. We both gasped at the sudden and almost orgasm-
inducing sensation of penetration. Her virgin pussy was 
slurping at my cock, trying to devour it one inch at a 
time.

"Sweetie, you ok?" I asked, opening my eyes to peek at 
her. She was grimacing, her arms up over her head, 
clutching the bed sheets in pain.

'Yeah.' Was all she could mutter to me. Assuming she 
was willing and able to take more, I very slowly eased 
myself into her, inch by inch. I was so emotional and 
my cock so sensitive that I knew that I could blow any 
moment if I wasn't careful. Then, surprisingly, her 
tight love canal loosened and I sank in completely.

We both groaned loudly as I collapsed on top of her, 
her legs instantly wrapping around me. Katie whimpered, 
throwing her arms around me and pulling me close to 
her, my face nuzzling into her neck. I felt my cock 
puncture her maidenhead and she was no longer a virgin.

We laid there for a few seconds and I could feel her 
pussy adjust to the cock that was buried deep within 
it. It was a beautiful feeling, the sensation of her 
soaking flesh stretching millimeter by millimeter to 
accommodate me. 

After about a minute I slowly began to withdraw until I 
was almost all the way out of her, then I slowly 
plunged back into her until our pubic bones were 
pressed hard together. I could feel Katie's body 
writhing under me, her entire being begging for me to 
continue. She was so incredibly cute, her eyes shut and 
head turned to the side, enjoying the almost 
excruciating pleasure that was emanating from between 
her thighs.

After a few slow, deep strokes I began to pick up the 
rhythm. My dream girl was underneath me, dressed as the 
ultimate Lolita, her thigh-high socks rubbing against 
my sides as I pumped her deep, hard and increasingly 
fast. I was licking and kissing her neck as she moaned 
and groaned, bucking under the force of my powerful 
thrusts. 

The only words we spoke was to whisper 'I love you' to 
each other in between kisses, nibbles, grunts and 
groans. She was so wet, hot and tight that I had to be 
careful not to blow my load too soon, but I knew that 
regardless of my willpower I wouldn't be able to hold 
back for long, considering Katie had given me 
permission to cum inside of her. 

I had every conceivable wet dream/jerk off image in my 
head at that exact moment and the stunning realization 
suddenly hit me as I was dripping with sweat, pounding 
away on my sweet and luscious Katie's tight, once 
virginal pussy that not only did I have these vivid 
images in my head, I was actually experiencing them. 

I smiled a huge smile in my mind at the thought that 
I'd achieved my ultimate fantasy and I loved Katie for 
loving me enough to allow me it.

By now, Katie's pussy was flooding with a thick, warm 
flow of juices created by her insatiable passion. She 
was thrusting up at me as I sunk my cock down into her. 
I could tell she'd lost all her inhibitions and wanted 
nothing more than to feel my cock pulsing inside her, 
releasing a powerful torrent of warm juices and I 
wasn't far from granting her her wish.

"Katie..." I moaned. "...I'm getting close, baby. I'm 
gonna cum soon."

Katie, for the first time during this first beautiful 
act of lovemaking, turned to me, opened her eyes with 
the most innocent and inviting look, pursed her lips 
and spoke. "Ok, sweetie. I love you."

I was so relieved that she was enjoying the moment. 
"Katie, are you sure you want me to cum inside you?"

"Gawd, yes. Cum inside me." She begged.

"Ok..." I muttered as I leaned forward and kissed her 
deeply, resuming a hard, fast and deep fucking rhythm. 
Katie wrapped her thighs tighter around me, pulling me 
even deeper into her. I could feel my body preparing to 
take nature's course, a tingle that began in my toes 
and surged up my back. I was going to cum and soon.

The feeling began to creep into my crotch and seep down 
the narrow vessel of my cock, building like an ocean 
rising against a dam. I kept fucking, wanting to 
prolong my release for as long as possible. The sound 
of my crotch pounding into hers, my balls flapping 
against her sopping wet bottom was too sweet to want it 
to end.

My cock swelled as it filled with cum, each pounding 
stroke inside of her filling it even more. I could feel 
it leaking, dripping a few drops of cum in preparation 
for the gushing overflow to come. I couldn't hold back 
any longer. My body seemed to become enveloped in this 
wave of electricity. I had never felt anything like it 
before, the most intensely pleasurable experience 
imaginable.

"Katie..." I muttered as I fucked away.

"Kiss me." She pleaded urgently, knowing I was about to 
cum. 

Feeling like I was going one hundred miles an hour 
without moving, I plunged forward and wrapped my lips 
around hers, our tongues instinctively lashing out at 
each other. Then it happened, at that most perfect 
moment as our mouths and crotches were sealed together: 
I thrust forward, pushing my cock as deep up into her 
pussy as I could, causing Katie to groan into my mouth, 
and my cock exploded.

A powerful, copious load of hot cum spurted hard into 
her womb, followed by a rapid fire burst of several 
equally copious ropes of jism. The cum, seemingly 
anxious and urgent to escape, flooded her pussy.

I thrust forward harder, grinding against her pubic 
bone, wanting to get every drop into her. Katie, not 
only having sex for the first time but getting cummed 
in for the first time seemed euphoric. Reacting purely 
on animal instinct, her pussy guzzled at my cock, 
swallowing each successive squirt as if it hadn't ever 
been fed. All she could do was whimper with each 
thrust, with each jet of cum that poured into her, and 
take it all

Her nails dug into my back as her tongue flailed inside 
my mouth, wanting me to bond with her in everyway. 
After several more spurts, I was spent. I laid on her 
and we spent the next 20 minutes exploring each other's 
mouths. I licked, nibbled and kissed her lips, chin, 
nose and neck as she did the same to me. 

My cock, sucked dry and now only partially erect was 
still lodged inside of her, the results of our 
lovemaking dripping out of her pussy and down her ass 
and onto the bedsheets. We laid there lovingly enjoying 
the afterglow, gently kissing and exchanging sweet 
nothings. I must've told her I loved her twenty times 
within the time we spent lying there on the bed.

Finally, I sat up and prepared to pull my flaccid girth 
from out of her. I looked down between us and saw I'd 
done: her pussy was a frothy, gooey mess, drenched in 
cum. We both had looks on our faces as if we were about 
to yank band-aids off of a particularly hairy place. I 
pulled my cock out of her with a slurpy plop. We both 
sighed at the release.

My cock was covered in her juices. Looking at it, I 
chuckled. She looked up at me and smiled, her hair 
beautifully and seductively tussled.

"Look what you did to my pussy!" she exclaimed 
jokingly.

I laid down next to her, looking at her pussy with a 
smile on my face. She hadn't closed her legs yet. She 
was still splayed out, almost admiring the sticky mess 
that had been made between her legs.

"I'm sorry!" I chuckled. "You told me to cum inside 
you."

She closed her legs and rolled towards me and I took 
her into my arms. I had so many thoughts spiraling 
around in my mind.

"Sweetie... you're not a virgin anymore." I noted.

She looked up at me, serious and happy. "I know. I 
couldn't be happier."

We kissed again.

"Were you serious when you said you got those morning 
after pills?" I asked.

"Yeah." She whispered in between kisses.

I ran my hand past her skirt and between her thighs, 
running my fingers up into the cum-drenched wetness of 
her pussy, her tongue sliding into my mouth as I did 
so. "I think we should make love a few more times 
before you use that first pill."

She smiled. "Ok."

Katie closed her eyes and kissed me passionately as I 
started to run my finger up and down the cum-soaked 
trench between her legs. I could tell if she was still 
wet or if it was the cum I'd so eagerly injected in her 
a mere half hour before.

"Ooohh..." she purred.

"You want more cum in your pussy?" I asked.

"Yesss..." she purred again.

Her hand ran down my stomach and to my crotch and she 
wrapped her little fingers around my cock to find it 
already almost fully erect. She opened her eyes in 
surprise and looked down at the rigid shaft pulsing in 
her hand. Her eyes darted to mine.

"You're hard already, baby?" she asked.

"Yeah. See what you do to me?" 

She giggled as I mounted her. I rubbed my cock up and 
down the juices that had settled at the mouth of her 
velvet trap. Once again I felt the indescribable 
feeling of slipping my turgid member through that firm 
tightness; wholly resistant at first, then at the right 
amount of pressure, it swallowing my length to the 
hilt, smothering it in that sweet warmth, suffocating 
it in that loving embrace.

We both groaned aloud feeling that sweet feeling again 
and in no time and I was pumping into that tight slit, 
overjoyed and entranced. Slobbering all over each 
other, our mouths locked in a sloppy exchange, I pumped 
into Katie's pussy for another thirty minutes before my 
body stiffened and I released a gush of semen.

We kissed passionately afterwards for several minutes, 
then my cock, which was still lodged deep inside of her 
grew erect once more, and without hesitation I began to 
move in and out of her. I came in her seven times over 
the next several hours, at the end of which, she popped 
one of the morning-after pills.

Afterwards, as we laid naked in bed, cuddling, kissing 
softly, whispering 'I love you's I knew that we were 
bonded in a way that I would never be able to define or 
explain. Regardless of what happened between us from 
then on, the feeling I felt at that moment would be 
indelibly branded onto my mind forever. Katie would 
always be my first true love.

I wanted her to be my wife, to have my children, but I 
didn't dare say it yet.

"I think we should get cleaned up." She said.

I agreed and rolled out of bed, offering my hand to 
help her out of bed. Seeing her get out of bed, her 
tussled hair, her disheveled Catholic school uniform, 
cum trickling out of her pussy and down her leg, I 
almost got another erection.

She slipped out of her plaid skirt and kicked it aside 
and took off her blouse and thigh-highs and shoes and 
we went to the bathroom. We made out some more in the 
shower, bathed each other, giggling as we did so until 
we were done.

An hour later we were sitting on the couch in each 
others arms. We had just resigned to the fact that we 
were madly in love with each other, that we'd found our 
life partners and were understandably glowing. We moved 
and spoke as if we were in a constant state of 
euphoria: softly, calmly and completely at ease. Given 
the fact that we'd had sex for almost four hours 
straight may have contributed to us 'walking on air'.

Katie was the world to me now. I had had suspicions 
about the weakness of my own heart and how it seemed 
Katie was taking control of it, but now there was no 
doubt. I was completely entranced by her. Her every 
movement, every word, every smile transported me to 
another place. Whenever we were together I felt like we 
were the only ones on Earth, and I didn't want it to 
end.

Mom and dad called the day after. We exchanged 
pleasantries. Mom and Dad said they were getting ready 
to hop on a plane to Dublin. We have some family there, 
an uncle or aunt, if I remember correctly, and they 
were going to be staying in a hotel there while they 
visited. 

Just like Mom and Dad to bustle from beautiful locale 
to beautiful locale without a care in the world. I'm 
just so glad that they're able to travel and see the 
beauty in the world and are still young enough to enjoy 
it. You'd be hard pressed to find a pair that deserved 
it more than they did. With all the charity work and 
money they'd donated over the years, it seemed to be a 
work of cosmic karma at work that they were rewarded as 
they were.

Of course, I didn't dare tell them about Katie and I. 
They'd have probably jumped on the first plane back 
home had I told them. There was a growing feeling in my 
gut that told me we'd eventually have to tell them. 
There was no way Katie and I could have a relationship, 
a marriage and eventually children without just coming 
out and laying the truth out on the table for our 
parents to take in.

We'd tell them in due time, I'm sure. They'd most 
likely be back in a few months and hopefully Katie and 
I wouldn't already be expecting so the truth wouldn't 
be so obvious. It's tough trying to hide something when 
it's bulging out on what should otherwise be a flat 
belly.

After I got off the phone with Mom and Dad, Katie came 
up behind me and wrapped her arms around my stomach. I 
turned to her and we kissed. After a few moments, we 
pulled away, still in each other's arms.

"Kevin, what are we going to tell mom and dad?" she 
said, her eyes worried and concerned.

"Eventually, we'll tell them the truth, ok? And 
everything will be fine."

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yeah. We just have to make sure you're not pregnant 
when they come home. I think that would push them over 
the edge." I laughed.

That broke Katie's concerns and she smiled. "Aww, no 
fun. But we can still practice, right?"

"Everyday. You still have some morning-after pills, 
right?" I asked.

"Yeah, a bunch..." she smiled rascally.

"Then, what are we waiting for? Let's make use of those 
pills..." I said as I reached down and squeezed her 
ass.

She pulled away from me and ran to my bedroom, giggling 
and tossing off her shirt as she said so. We were 
wrapped in a perpetually writhing embrace for well on 
into the night and early morning. I came in her 
probably seven or eight more times before she popped 
her pill. She wasn't dressed like a schoolgirl this 
time but that didn't make the lovemaking any less 
intense.

We lay in bed cuddling afterwards, sweating and coated 
in each other's love juices, just enjoying being in 
each other's arms.

"Katie, do you like the feeling of me cumming in you?" 
I asked.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Of course. It's like a 
drug. I'm addicted to your cum, sweetie." 

"Do you think that if you hadn't taken the pills, you'd 
be pregnant already?"

She thought for a second. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, 
you've already cum in me so much and so hard. I can't 
imagine I wouldn't already be. Why?"

"Nothing, just wondering what it'd be like to know 
you're already pregnant."

"Do you want me not to use the pill next time, because 
I won't." she said.

"Really?"

"Yeah." She said boldly.

"No, I don't think it would be fair for you to get 
pregnant so fast. We should wait a little while, to 
save money and find our own place to stay, you know?"

She buried her head into my chest. "Okay. You're 
right."

She sat silent for a few moments. "So... I guess 
getting married is out of the question, huh?"

I turned to her. "You want to get married?"

"No, I guess not." But it was plainly evident that this 
was a moment of obvious contradiction in her words.

"Katie..." I gently lifted her chin with my finger. "Of 
course I want to marry you. I know now there's no one 
else I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Tears started to well up in her eyes. "You sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Okay." She reached up and wrapped her arms around my 
neck and began to cry.

"Don't cry, sweetie." I said with a playful chuckle.

"How can you laugh?" she said with frustrated bliss.

"Because I'm happy. I'm here with the girl of my 
dreams, my future wife and mother of my children. What 
I see in your eyes is a long and happy life. Why 
wouldn't I be happy?"

She looked at me with those big, swollen, teary eyes 
and was trembling, happy beyond containment. "I love 
you so much." She said as she pulled me down and kissed 
me.

***

The next day Katie and I went shopping. To make her 
feel a little more safe and secure I drove us out to a 
mall about forty miles out of town to assure that no 
one who knew us would possibly see us there. After 
picking up a few cute outfits for Katie and some 
clothes for me, we went to an ice cream parlor and 
shared a huge banana split, then we caught a movie and 
even stopped at a flower shop where I bought her some 
flowers.

I knew I was probably taking it a bit fast but before 
we left I took her to a jewelers and we looked at 
engagement rings. At first, Katie was so surprised and 
shaken at the fact I'd brought her to the jeweler that 
she was too timid and frightened to go inside. She was 
so happy and scared and swept up in disbelief that she 
couldn't believe I was actually taking her to choose 
her engagement ring.

Her adrenaline was racing and her hands were so shaky I 
knew she was terribly nervous. She couldn't make a 
sound decision. She kept insisting that I not spend too 
much money on it and to just get something subtle and 
inexpensive. She was clinging to my arm the whole time 
and as we looked into the glass cases at the rings, she 
was nervously cringing like we were looking at some 
exotic insects on display or something. It was so cute 
that I was smiling the entire time, chuckling at the 
fact she seemed to be teetering on the edge of panic.

Sometimes she would apprehensively point with a 
trembling finger at a ring and her voice would 
stabilize and soften as she would show her interest in 
a particular band of gold, but that interest would 
subside and shift to another ring. After about thirty 
minutes she wasn't trembling or nearly as scared 
looking, but she was still clutching my arm like a 
vice. She seemed decidedly more interested in the 
prospect of choosing a ring and as she looked up at me 
with those dark entrancing eyes, she'd ask for my 
opinion in that soft, docile voice.

She finally chose a modest and simple gold band. It 
wasn't expensive but that seemed to be the last of her 
concerns. She was so spellbound by it. She couldn't 
take her eyes off of it as we left the jewelers and 
didn't seem to mind that most of the rings she passed 
up were far more expensive than the one she'd chosen. 
One of the many, many reasons why she'd bewitched me. I 
couldn't have chosen a more perfect girl.

To be continued?

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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