 
                 --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 4===--
 
Chapter 4
 
 
 
    Martin was in his room putting his computer together when
Josh called him out to the porch.  As he passed through the living
room, he glanced at Tiffany, who returned his worried look, but said
nothing.  She was watching a movie with Becca and his mother, and so
was hardly free to talk.
 
    Martin stepped out onto the screened-in porch, and
instinctively knew to close the door.  He moved over to stand before
his father, and he could see a fair collection of beer cans had been
collected.  His father didn't usually drink unless there was something
bugging him, so Martin figured he was in deep shit at this point.
 
    Josh could see Martin fidgeting.  "Have a seat Martin." 
When he sat down, Josh expected Trent to take over, but Martin's father
said nothing, he just sat, staring at the ground.  Trent had never been
very good about this kind of talk.  Josh continued, "Marty, earlier
today... I, um, well, I saw what you and Tiff were doing."
 
    Martin's face turned a ghostly white, and his mouth opened
to gasp for air.  He looked remarkably like a landed fish.  He couldn't
formulate any words, but Josh knew what he was thinking.  It was the
same thing *he'd* been thinking when *his* father had caught him, way
back when.
 
    "Settle down, Marty.  We're not mad.  You're not in
trouble, but you do need to know a few things."  Josh wished that Trent
would join in this conversation at some point, but he just sat there,
staring at the floor.
 
    "What kind of things, Uncle Josh?"  Martin feared now that
this was going to turn into a birds-and-bees discussion, which he
really didn't want to sit through.
 
    "Marty... how do I put this?  Before this afternoon, had
Tiffany been acting strangely around you?"
 
    "Strange how?"  Martin knew, or thought he knew, what Josh
meant, but he wasn't volunteering *anything* at this point.
 
    "Oh... being very attentive, overly affectionate, that sort
of thing?"
 
    "Well, she was nearly clinging to me during our trip today."
 
    Josh nodded his head.  He'd had to make sure that it really
was that, and not simply a case of infatuation.  "Marty, have girls
started acting differently around you in the past few months?"
 
    Martin didn't know how they could have found out about the
warmth, but they had, and he didn't figure it would go well for him if
he denied it.  "Yeah."
 
    "How?"  Josh asked, hoping to get enough information to be
sure.
 
    "Well... they've liked me a lot more, and been more willing
to go out with me, and... well..."
 
    "Ready to sleep with you?" Josh asked, amused at Martin's
discomfiture.  Martin just nodded, and Josh let out a big sigh.  "Okay,
Marty.  I had to make sure that's what was going on.  You see, as a
Gallagher, you have certain special... traits... that make you unique."
 
    "You mean the warmth."
 
    "Warmth?  Hmmm.  Interesting name for it, but yeah.  Our
family has carried 'the warmth' for as many generations as we can
trace.  Nobody is really sure how it came about.  Some say it was a
gift from a shaman when our family helped him out of a jam.  Others, of
course, say it is demonic, and those family members have tried to purge
themselves of it.  However you look at it, it's part of who you are,
and you're going to have to learn to live with it."
 
    "You mean that girls are going to do whatever I tell them
to for the rest of my life, just because I touch them?"
 
    "Well... no... I mean... shit, this is complicated.  It
works like this: when you touch a girl, I mean skin-to-skin contact,
'the warmth', as you call it, flows from you into them.  It sets into
their mind a longing for your body.  The more they touch you, the worse
the sensation gets.  If they actually sleep with you, then they aren't
likely to want another man anytime soon."
 
    "Geez!  You mean, Tiffany is like, never going to get
married now or anything?"  Martin was stunned by these revelations.
 
    "Tiffany will be okay.  You'll learn, eventually, how to
control the warmth, and how to not affect the women around you unless
you want to.  I'll do what I can to remove the warmth from Tiffany, so
that she's 'normal' again.  That is... um... she didn't... er... blow
you, did she?"  Martin's face turned almost as red as Josh's.  It
wasn't a subject either of them wanted to talk about out loud.
 
    "No," was all Martin could squeak out.
 
    Josh sighed again.  "Good.  For some reason or other, oral
sex causes them to become enslaved to us.  Useful, at times, but it can
be a real pain in the ass if you don't remember it."
 
    A light clicked on in Martin's head.  "Uncle Josh, does the
warmth sometimes cause women to... like, play a master-slave game?"
 
    Josh nodded.  "Yeah, even without the blowjob, a lot of
women will rationalize this thing inside their own mind as being your
slave.  But, once they taste your sperm, it becomes a reality, so be
careful..."  Josh trailed off, seeing where Martin was going.  "So,
you've already experienced that, have you?"  Josh smirked as Martin
blushed again and nodded.  "Well, it's okay, Marty.  This thing, for
whatever reason we ended up with it, well... basically, you want to be
careful not to make it public, but more or less, just have fun with it."
 
    For the first time, Trent spoke up.  "Telll hhim abot hish
shishtersh."  His speech was so slurred that Martin could just barely
understand him, and he wrote off the pluralized "sisters".  Martin's
only sister was Rebecca, after all.
 
    "Oh, yes.  The other thing is that Gallagher women are
immune to the warmth.  Except that they will be extremely devoted to
Gallagher men.  In other words, at some point, what happened between
you and Tiffany... is going to happen with you and Becca."
 
    Martin wanted to pass out at this point, but his mind was
so confused it couldn't even muster the ability to do that.  "You
mean... I'm...*supposed* to sleep with my sister?  Isn't that like...
*bad*?"
 
    "Society says so, I guess... but you'll never have a child
with Becca, that's another one of our little family traits, it's just
never happened.  So, there's really no reason *not* to.  Besides, she
is *never* going to want anyone else, so you might as well get used to
the idea.  I would caution you, though: don't push yourself on her. 
Let her come to you."
 
    "Oh, yeah, I understand that.  I could never make Becca do
something she didn't want to, anyway."
 
    "The relationship between you two is something we've paid
attention to for a long time.  You guys are closer than any siblings
we've ever seen.  I don't know what that means, really, but you should
be careful not to spoil that."
 
    "I won't, Uncle Josh."
 
    "Good.  Now, do you have any questions?"
 
    "Um... no, not that I can think of offhand."
 
    "Okay.  If you do later, or you just want to talk about
this, you can always call one of us about it.  You don't want to keep
problems with this bottled up inside, they'll just give you grief. 
Trying to bury the warmth is like trying to hide the nose on your face,
and it can only give you stress if you try it.  Have a good time, but
be careful about it."
 
    Martin nodded.  The conversation was clearly over, and so
Martin left the room.
 
    "You think hhe'sh gonnna akshept it?" Trent asked.
 
    "He'll be fine.  I think he's already had some interesting
experiences at school.  I'm pretty sure he'll adjust to it without any
trouble.  You'll see."
 
    "I hope sho."
 
 
 
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    Martin spent the next couple of days wandering around in a
bit of a fog.  He just wasn't sure how he was supposed to deal with
this whole thing, and his thoughts whirled in his head.  Becca had been
told by her parents that Marty needed to work this out on his own, so
she left him to it; otherwise she would have been bugging him about
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    Christmas almost came as a surprise to Martin.  He'd been
so consumed with thinking about what this new... *thing* was that he
harbored inside of him, that he had hardly considered the holiday at
all.  He did manage to do a little Christmas shopping, though.
 
    That morning, the family went through its usual routine of
getting up, eating breakfast, and then gathering around the tree.  Or,
where the tree would have been.  Though they had bought new gifts, his
parents had not bothered to replace the destroyed Christmas tree. 
There just had not been time for such minor details in their life.
 
    Martin's gifts were the usual mix of clothes, music, and
software.  It was all stuff he needed or wanted, and so he figured he
made out pretty well.  His gifts to his parents were, he knew, pretty
lame, for he hadn't had a whole lot of energy to put into thinking
about them.
 
    His sister's gift was, of course, a different matter.  Not
that it had taken a lot of thought: he hadn't the first clue what to
get her until he saw it.  When he did, it screamed *Becca* to him.
 
    She unwrapped it slowly and carefully, for it was a heavy
object.  The plain white box drew a frustrated frown from her, as he
had made sure that it was taped securely enough to take a few minutes
to open, since no one would give her a knife.
 
    Once she did get through the tape and opened the box, she
was greeted with a load of tissue paper.  Martin had been tempted to
put it inside yet another box, but figured that would be a little cruel
for Becca this year.
 
    She pulled it carefully out, pulling the tissue paper away
gently as the box fell to the floor, empty.  When she finally undid the
last piece of tissue, it was as if the sun had been turned on inside
the house.  The sunshine coming through the window was refracted
through a lead crystal unicorn, about seven inches high, raised up on
its hind legs.  Its hooves and horn were sterling silver, and it sat on
a quartz base.  Becca stared at it in awe, turning it slowly in her
hands, letting her fingers run over the smooth surface.  She didn't
have any words at all.
 
    "I know how you like animals," Martin said.  "According to
legend, only the pure of heart can possess a unicorn."  He smiled at
her as she blushed slightly.
 
    Trent added in, "Not to mention having to be a virgin." 
Becca's face flushed crimson at that remark, and Martin had to stifle a
laugh.  She carefully set the figure down on the coffee table and
walked over to Martin.  She threw herself into his lap, her arms
wrapped around him.
 
    "Thank you, Marty!" she said in an almost-whisper.
 
    "No sweat, Small Fry."
 
    The rest of the day was almost idyllic.  They had a few
relatives pass through, but not many.  Martin was fiddling with a game
he'd gotten as a present when the idea hit him.
 
    It hit him so hard that he actually felt dizzy.  He'd been
wandering around in a daze since Saturday, and he hadn't come up with
this idea?  What kind of simpleton was he?  But was it allowed?  Could
he do this, and get away with it with his family?  Only one way to find
out.
 
    He found his father out on the screened-in porch, staring
out at some birds on the lawn.
 
    "Dad?"
 
    "Yeah, Marty?"
 
    "I have a question... about... the thing."  He lowered his
voice conspiratorially.
 
    "Oh.  Okay."  His father looked a little uncomfortable, but
he sat up a little straighter, as if to pay better attention.  "Shoot."
 
    "Is there any way we're *not* supposed to use it?  I mean,
if I do a certain thing with it, will I get in trouble?"
 
    "Not from me.  You've just got to be careful not to get
caught by others.  Why," his father said, concerned, "What do you have
in mind?"
 
    "I think I've thought of a way to help Becca get her tests
finished.  But it involves using the 'thing'."
 
    "Marty, if you want to call it the 'warmth' like you did
the other night, go ahead.  I never really had a name for it, so yours
is as good as any.  And if you have thought of a way to help your
sister, that's fine by me.  Just don't get caught."
 
    "Okay.  Thanks."  Martin left the room to make a few phone
calls.
 
 
 
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    It took Martin a good bit of convincing to get the four
teachers to allow him to come to their homes.  He went alone, meeting
each one, and explaining his plan.  In all but one case, he had to use
the warmth to make them more agreeable to his persuasion.  The fourth
teacher seemed to be agreeable from the start.
 
    Martin was whistling as he sailed into his sister's room
that afternoon.  He noticed that she had placed the unicorn she'd
gotten the day before in a prominent spot on her new dresser.  She was
lying on her bed reading a book when he came in.  He sat down on the
edge of the bed to talk with her.
 
    "Hey, Small Fry.  Do you have your school books here at
home?"
 
    "Yeah, they're in my book bag.  Why?"
 
    "Well, you need to do a little studying.  You have a couple
of tests to take tomorrow."
 
    "Huh?" she asked, confused.
 
    "I talked with your teachers.  And they have each agreed to
let you do a make-up test at their houses, tomorrow, starting at ten
o'clock.  So, you'd better get your act together, sis.  I can't give
you the answers, you know."
 
    Becca had set down her book as he talked.  Now, she gave
him a big hug.  "Thanks, Marty!  I don't know how to thank you for
working that out for me."
 
    "Well, that's easy," he replied.  "Pass."  He smiled at
her, and then left the room.
 
 
 
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    The next day, Martin drove his sister to each of her
teachers' homes.  He sat on the couch, usually chatting about nothing,
while his sister worked in a study or the kitchen on her test.  The
teachers were cordial about it, but it was clearly an unusual thing for
them.  Martin wondered if his use of the warmth would have any
long-term effects on them.  He'd made sure to touch them only lightly,
and not for very long.  In most cases, it was a mere handshake.  He'd
guessed, correctly, that the longer and more intimate the contact, the
more effect it had.
 
    When they finally arrived at the last house, Becca was
getting pretty tired.  It was after 3:30, and she'd been working pretty
hard.  Each test took nearly a full hour, and she was really struggling
to keep the pace, after being out of it for nearly two weeks, this was
a rude reintroduction.
 
    When they walked up the steps to Miss Farmer's small house
and rang the door, Becca slumped against her brother.  He wrapped his
arm around her shoulders, and hugged her to him.  "Just one more test,
Becca.  You can do it."
 
    Miss Farmer came to the door quickly to let them in. 
Martin noticed she was dressed in a very pretty, light-blue dress with
white trim.  Her jet black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail that
hung down below her shoulders.  Her green eyes welcomed them and her
full lips smiled at them warmly.
 
    "Becca!  You're looking pretty well.  Come on in and take a
seat."  Miss Farmer motioned them to the living room, and the siblings
sat together on the couch while she got them both some iced tea.  As
she sat down on a stuffed chair across from them, she said, "So, how
have you really been doing since your... um..." she faltered, not
wanting to use the wrong term.
 
    "I'm okay, Miss Farmer.  A little tired today, with all the
tests, but it was real nice of you to let me take it here, so that I
wouldn't have to take an 'F'."
 
    "Well, your brother was so very persuasive about it, and,
to tell the truth, I didn't think it was fair to give you a zero for
it, anyway.  So, this works out for both of us."  Miss Farmer was a
very cheerful woman, who apparently liked to put a good light on
things.  It was also clear that she lived alone, except for the cat
that wandered through the room shortly after they had arrived.
 
    "Yes, ma'am," Becca replied.  "I guess we should get to it,
though.  Before my brain shuts down."  She smiled slightly as her
brother squeezed her hand warmly.
 
    "Okay.  Why don't you sit over here at my desk?  I've set
the test out for you.  Do you have a pencil?  Good.  Now, Martin and I
will just leave you alone.  You really do look tired.  Look, don't
worry about how long it takes you, okay?  Who's going to tell?  I want
to show Martin something, so if we're not back by the time you finish
up, you can watch TV, okay?"
 
    "Yes, ma'am," Becca replied again.  She turned to face the
dreaded test with a sense of weariness she had never known.
 
    Miss Farmer grabbed Martin's hand and pulled him from the
room, shutting the door to keep out any extraneous noise that would
distract Becca.  She led him to another part of the house.
 
    Martin wondered where they were going, until they ended up
in her bedroom.  Here, she closed the door again, and then went over to
close the blinds and the curtains.  But she wasn't trying to make it
dark, for she promptly turned on the lights.  Seeing his reaction, she
simply said, "I have nosy neighbors, and I'd rather they didn't see
this."
 
    "See what?" Martin said with some confusion.  He knew he'd
touched her a couple of times, but he hadn't felt much of an exchange
of warmth.  Certainly less than he'd had with, say, Tiffany.
 
    "This," she answered, as she unbuttoned her dress and
shrugged it off her shoulders.  It fell unceremoniously to the floor,
but Martin didn't notice, as he was transfixed by the sight before
him.  Although Miss Farmer was in her early thirties, her body could
have passed for that of twenty, and he could see all of it, for she
wore no undergarments.  She approached him quickly, striding
seductively across the floor.  Martin was leaning against her dresser
as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.
 
    "I've wanted you since we talked yesterday.  I don't know
what it is about you, but I've been horny since then.  I had to finger
myself three times just to get to sleep!  I've never wanted someone as
much as I want you now!"
 
    Martin had no chance to respond as her mouth fastened
itself onto his.  Truth be told, he wasn't terribly upset by this, as
she was a beautiful woman.  He let his hands caress her back, and then
slide down to cup her ass.  She moaned in his mouth as their tongues
began their sexual duel.  Her hands were feverishly pulling at his
shirt.  He pushed her away gently, and quickly removed his shirt,
shoes, socks, pants and underwear.  Now they were both naked, and she
pressed herself to him again.  He pushed her away from the dresser,
though, and toward the bed.  Once they reached the edge of the bed, he
shoved her down onto it, where she fell in an untidy heap.
 
    Quickly, she straightened herself out as he grabbed her
hips, and slid her up the bed.  As he knelt on the bed, he positioned
her legs so that her ankles were on his shoulders.  Her performance had
made him horny, and he didn't see a reason to go slowly.  He could see
the moisture seeping from her twat already.
 
    With nothing in the way of foreplay, he positioned his cock
at her opening and thrust.  In one plunge he was fully inside of her. 
She moaned at the sensation.  He didn't pause, but quickly began to ram
his dick into her, causing her to moan and cry out repeatedly.
 
    He reached down and fondled her tits, rolling them around
on her chest before pulling on each of her nipples, causing her to
squeal.  She began writhing on the bed, approaching her first orgasm. 
When it hit, she let out a loud "OH!", but kept her hips thrusting up
to meet him.  He rode her throughout her climax, prolonging her
pleasure until she finally came down.
 
    When she did, he pulled slowly out of her, not sure she
would accept what he was going to do.  He had never fucked a woman in
the ass yet, and he wanted to know what it was like.  Miss Farmer
seemed just horny enough to let him.
 
    She sighed with some longing as he slipped out of her, but
looked up at him with curiosity when he didn't move away.  He figured
he might as well go for it; at this point, she could hardly yell rape. 
He positioned his dick at her rosebud, and started to press.  To his
surprise, she didn't even grunt, but she moaned.  His dick slid into
her ass with surprising ease, considering how tight it was.
 
    "Oh, yes, Martin!  Oh, fuck, yes!  Fuck my ass!  I love
it!  Fuck me hard!"
 
    He moved slowly at first, waiting for her to loosen up just
a bit, but soon, he began to move inside her with more force.  Now she
was crying out with nearly every thrust, her hips bucking up at him
wildly.  He plunged his cock into her hard and fast, and she loved
every second of it.  She reached up with her hands to caress his chest,
and he played with her tits as they bounced on her chest.
 
    It wasn't long before Miss Farmer was coming again, and
this time, Martin poured his seed into her ass at the same moment.  It
heightened her pleasure, and she rose even higher.  Only the thickness
of the old doors in the house would prevent Becca, or even the
neighbors, from hearing her excitement.
 
    As they settled down, Martin leaned over and kissed her. 
As his dick slid free from her bowels, he lay down next to her, and
caressed one of her tits as she sighed.
 
    "My name is Cathy.  I just thought you should know that at
this point."
 
    "Hi, Cathy," Martin said, just before locking his lips to
hers.  Soon, the bed was creaking again with their movements.
 
 
 
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    "I don't normally do this," Cathy said, a while later. 
"Molest young men, I mean."
 
    "Not that I exactly tried to stop you," Martin replied.
 
    "There is that.  It's just that, well, I don't get out
much, and so I don't meet many men.  The ones I do meet are all
creeps.  You were so nice when we met, first at school, and then
yesterday, and I got this warm, fuzzy feeling about you.  You remind me
of a lot of my good students.  I obviously can't go around screwing
them, but you, on the other hand..."  She tapered off, because Martin
was kissing her again.
 
    They nuzzled and kissed for a while, but the time was
passing, and they both figured that his sister would be done with the
test by now.  They dressed in silence before heading back to the living
room.
 
    When they entered, they found Becca asleep on the couch. 
It struck Martin just how cute she looked, curled up with her head on a
pillow.  Cathy Farmer made a clucking noise, but went over to check her
test.
 
    "Well, she finished it.  I guess she was just a bit more
worn out than we thought," she said quietly.
 
    Martin nodded, and walked over to his sister.  He didn't
bother to wake her up, but instead picked her up in his arms.  She
instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into his
shoulder, but didn't rise to waking.
 
    Martin very quietly thanked Cathy, and she held the door
open so that Martin could carry his sister to the car.  He managed to
get the door open, put her in, and buckle her seatbelt without so much
as a stir from her.  He was beginning to wonder if she was all right...
or maybe faking it, but he didn't really worry about it too much.
 
    She awoke about halfway home.  She stretched, and yawned,
and blinked her eyes, looking around.  "What happened?" she asked.
 
    Martin chuckled.  "You fell asleep on the couch after you
finished your test.  I figured you needed the rest, so I let you sleep."
 
    "You carried me out to the car?  In front of Miss Farmer?" 
Becca was mildly mortified to be so embarrassed in front of her teacher.
 
    "Don't worry, she understood.  She's a very nice lady." 
Martin had to struggle to keep his voice even: he didn't think his
sister would understand what had happened.
 
    "Yeah, she's pretty cool.  For a teacher.  I want to thank
you, Marty.  I was really worried about my grades, missing the finals
and all."
 
    He smiled over at her.  "No problem, Becca.  It's my job to
look out for my favorite little sister."
 
    "I'm your *only* little sister, you turd!"  She swatted him
playfully, but gave him a big smile.
 
 
 
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    When they arrived home, Uncle Josh's truck was in the
driveway.  Martin briefly wondered if something was wrong, but figured
he'd know soon enough.
 
    It turned out to be nothing more than Josh stopping by to
see how the family was doing.  Becca went through the usual
pleasantries, but dismissed herself as soon as was polite.
 
    "She's pretty worn out from today.  It's the first day
she's been really active since she got hurt.  I think it took a lot out
of her."  They all accepted that.  As Martin's mother started making
dinner, and Trent read the paper, Martin asked Josh if he could speak
to him privately.  They stepped out into the back yard to feed the
ducks and talk.
 
    "What's on your mind, Martin?"
 
    "Today, I had an... encounter that I don't quite
understand."
 
    "Uh-huh.  Why don't you tell me the basics?  I don't need
the gritty details, unless they're important."
 
    "Well, basically, it's this:  I had to find a way so that
Becca could take her finals.  After you guys explained to me about the
warmth, I decided I could use that to convince her teachers to let her
take them during break."
 
    "Go on," Josh encouraged.
 
    "Well, for three of them, nothing unusual happened.  I just
touched them long enough for a handshake, honest.  The fourth teacher,
however... well, when we got there today, she gave Becca the test, took
me into her bedroom, and just got undressed!  No warning, no further
touching, nothing!  Is it like that sometimes?"
 
    "What did she say afterward?  Was she embarrassed about it?"
 
    "No, not really.  She said she hadn't been getting any for
a while."  Martin couldn't believe he was talking to his uncle like
this, but he didn't want to ask his father, and there was just no way
to talk about this stuff without using the usual slang.  "She said when
I showed up yesterday, she got this 'warm and fuzzy' feeling about me. 
I'm assuming that was the warmth, but I didn't touch her for any longer
than any of the others."
 
    "The others probably weren't already horny.  Or their
inhibitions were higher.  She wasn't embarrassed, so she probably
didn't have anything against doing it with young men.  She was horny,
you were available, and the little bit of exposure to what you call the
warmth was probably all she needed.  It's not out of the question for
it to happen that way.  Did the experience bother you?"
 
    "No, not really.  And I wasn't all that worried about it. 
It's just sort of weird.  I mean, before I went to college, girls
barely looked at me.  Now I've got women of all ages throwing
themselves at me.  Not that I mind, as long as it doesn't get too
distracting, but it's a little hard to get used to."
 
    "That it is.  But you seem to be adapting well."  As they
started back toward the house, he continued, "Just keep using your
common sense, and you should be okay.  You'll learn to control the
warmth so that it doesn't affect everyone you touch.  And, by the way,
it does affect men, just not in the same way.  You'll find men are more
willing to trust you, and work with you, but that's about all it does
to them."
 
    "Are there others out there?  Like us, I mean?"
 
    "We've heard stories that there are.  But I've never met
any."
 
    "If I do, what should I do?"
 
    "Treat them like anyone else.  Actually, you'll have to. 
The warmth won't work on them, at least if what we know from our own
family is true."
 
    "Not even the females?"
 
    "No.  Like your sister, they would be immune.  And, like
your sister, they would be devoted to the first-born male, if there is
one."
 
    "And if there isn't?"
 
    "Well, it's only happened once or twice that I know of,
that a Gallagher has not had any male children.  Keep in mind that I
haven't had any, since both of my girls are from Sandy's first
marriage.  But when that happens, they become 'free agents', so to
speak.  They don't have an overpowering devotion to any of the males in
their family.  And if the first male comes too long after the first
girl, like if you have a girl first, and then five or six years later
you have a boy, she won't be linked to him then, either, because the
connection can't be formed after that."
 
    "Oh.  Okay.  I think I get it.  Thanks."
 
    "No problem, Martin.  If you have any more questions, feel
free to call me.  When you get back to school, you can email me, or
call."
 
    "Thanks again, Uncle Josh."
 
    They headed into the house so that Josh could say good-bye
to the rest.  It was almost time for dinner.
 
 
 
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    Having gotten her tests out of her mind, and no longer
worrying about failing the semester, it was easy for Becca to lighten
up for the remainder of her Christmas break.  She bounced back
physically quite easily.  However, she still had nightmares, and she
still could not remember who had attacked her.  This was something that
still bothered her brother.
 
    Still, it was a pleasant week at home with the family. 
Martin had visited a few relatives that he hadn't been able to talk
with at the funeral, and he hung out with his friends a bit.  Mostly,
he just relaxed, being able to take it easy for the first time since
he'd gotten home.
 
    All that changed the first day that Becca went back to
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    When she came home from her first day back, Becca was white
as a sheet.  She wouldn't say anything to her parents, but motioned her
brother into her room.  She closed the door and sat down on the bed,
rubbing her arms as if she were cold.  Martin waited, knowing that she
wasn't quite ready to talk yet.
 
    "I know who it was that attacked me," she said in an
almost-whisper.  "When I saw them at school today, it triggered my
memory.  Now I almost wish I didn't remember it, because I remember it
was bad."  There were tears running down her face, and Martin moved
over to sit beside her, wrapping his arms around her for warmth and
strength and support.
 
    "They hit me, and kicked me, and laughed at me the entire
time," she said in-between sobs.  "They never said why they did it.  I
barely know them at all."
 
    Martin's anger was a cold ball of fire burning in the pit
of his stomach.  "Who was it?"  It did not come out as a question.
 
    "Stan Marsk and his friends."  She had not hesitated to
tell him this.  She never hid things from him, and this would be no
different.
 
    "I know his brother.  The whole family's a bunch of shits. 
Okay, Small Fry, you take it easy."  He got up from the bed and turned
to face her.  "You leave him to me."
 
    "What are you gonna do?"
 
    "You don't want to know that," he answered coldly, before
leaving the room.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin was quiet through dinner, except to say that he had
to go out afterward.  He was meeting his friends and going to the pool
hall.  Nobody questioned this, for they hung together a lot, and the
pool hall was a favorite location.
 
    When he came home from the pool hall, he seemed a little
more relaxed than he had been at dinner.  Becca wanted to know what was
going on, but figured she'd better not press her luck.
 
    The next morning, Martin told her to stay home from
school.  "Missing a day now won't make much difference, will it?"
 
    "No, I guess not.  But why don't you want me to go to
school?"
 
    "I just don't want you around that asshole until I've taken
care of a couple of things."
 
    "Okay.  If you say so, Marty.  But can I go tomorrow?"
 
    "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
 
    "Okay."
 
    "Now, I've got some errands to run.  I'll see you a little
later."  Martin had already told his father what was going on, and so
there was no question about what he'd told his sister to do.
 
    Martin cruised over to the pool hall, where he picked up
Jake, Tom, and Bobby, and they all went down to the junkyard together. 
They got out of the car and headed into the yard, looking around.
 
    "Can I help you boys?" the manager asked.
 
    "I'm looking for Joe Marsk.  Is he here today?"
 
    "Yeah, he's back that-a-way," the man responded, pointing. 
"He ain't got time to be foolin' around, though."
 
    "We won't be long, sir," said Tom.
 
    "All right, then."
 
    They found Joe Marsk sitting in the seat of a forklift,
drinking a cup of coffee.  The four of them, without speaking,
surrounded the rig.
 
    "You want to step down here, Joe?  We need to have a little
talk," Martin said calmly.
 
    "What the hell do you want, Gallagher?" Marsk said
snidely.  He was pushed from behind, as Bobby had climbed up the other
side of the cab without being heard.  He stumbled out of the cab, and
smashed into Martin, who was ready for him.  Martin grabbed hold of his
shirt and slammed him, hard, into the side of the forklift.
 
    "What I want is to know why your brother is beating up my
sister.  Him and his gang of thugs."
 
    "Like I know or give a shit," Joe responded.  His obstinacy
was answered by being hammered into the forklift again.
 
    "I'm not in the mood for cute, Joe.  Now, one more time: do
you, or do you not, know why your brother beat up my sister?"
 
    "I haven't got a fucking clue."
 
    "Okay, now that you know he did it, what do you plan to do
about it?  He's fifteen, picking on a thirteen-year-old.  With help."
 
    "I ain't gonna do jack-shit.  He wants to beat your sister,
sounds like *you've* got a problem, not me."
 
    Martin backed away from him just then.  Joe smirked, but
only for a moment before Jake nailed him with a right cross to the
jaw.  Joe went down in a heap.
 
    "No, Joe.  Your brother has a problem.  And so do you. 
Because if you or your little brother ever come near my sister again,
they won't find enough left of either of you to do an identification."
 
    "You can't threaten me like that!" he said, holding his jaw.
 
    "Threaten?  I didn't threaten you.  I was never here, Joe. 
We couldn't find you in all this junk, so we left.  Right, guys?" 
There were nods from the other three.  "Remember this well, Marsk: my
sister is off-limits.  If she gets hurt again, I will personally break
both of your knees."
 
    The boys walked off, leaving Joe sitting in the dirt,
rubbing his jaw.  When they got back to the entrance, they told the
manager that they couldn't find Joe, but that it wasn't that important,
so they'd see him later.  The manager shrugged, and returned to his
paper as the group left.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It was just after school.  The four young men were walking
the halls of the junior high, looking for someone.  They'd asked, and
been told, where he might be, and sure enough, he was hanging around
with his buddies.
 
    Martin wasn't entirely sure how he wanted to approach the
situation, until he saw something that made his blood boil.
 
    "You boys need to be moving along now.  School's out,"
Cathy Farmer informed the teens.  Stan Marsk was by far the oldest
among them, having been held back twice in the eighth grade.
 
    "Fuck off, bitch," he responded, his back to Martin, facing
her in a threatening manner.
 
    Martin was mere feet from him, and so took the final step,
placed his hands on the back of Stan's jacket, and shoved him very hard
into a locker.  Martin looked at Miss Farmer and said, "Miss Farmer,
perhaps you could go back to your classroom for a while.  These
gentlemen and I have something to discuss."
 
    "I ain't got nothing to say to you, shitface!" Stan said in
disgust.
 
    Martin reached over, grabbed hold of Stan's jacket again,
pulled him off the locker, and then slammed him into it again.  This
time Stan hit so hard, he left a dent.
 
    "Please, Miss Farmer.  I need to talk to this... individual
about what happened to my sister."
 
    Light dawned in Cathy Farmer's eyes.  "Okay, Martin.  I'll
be in my class for another few minutes."  She walked off down the
hallway.  The other boys with Stan tried to get away at that point, but
none of them made it very far.  Jake, Bobby, and Tom had them
surrounded.  None of them was going anywhere.
 
    "Now, Stan, we're going to have a little talk.  I'm going
to ask you a question.  If you give an answer I don't like, I'm going
to hurt you.  Agreed?  Agreed.  Now, why did you beat up my sister?"
 
    "I didn't touch your fucking sister, and you can't prove
anything!"
 
    Martin grabbed him with both hands, and hauled.  Stan's
feet left the floor, and did not touch the ground again before he
slammed into the opposite wall.  He slumped to the floor, dazed and
confused.  One of the other boys tried to interfere, but Bobby grabbed
hold of him, spun him around, and nailed him with an uppercut that sent
him sprawling across the floor.
 
    Martin picked Stan up off the floor, and slammed him into
another locker.  "Now, we try again.  Why did you beat up my sister?"
 
    "Go to hell!"
 
    Once again, Stan was flying through the air.  This time,
Martin threw him down the hallway, so that he landed ten feet away.  He
landed on his arm, and yowled in pain.  Martin didn't care.  He grabbed
the boy and slammed him into a third locker.
 
    "I can do this all fucking day, asswipe.  And, by the way,
I *can* prove you did it, because my sister *remembers you doing it.*"
 
    Stan's face paled, but he stuck to his story.  "The bitch
is lying!  I never touched her!"
 
    Martin let go of Stan with his right hand, but his left
stayed firmly clamped on his jacket.  His right arm reared back, and
his fist smashed full-force into Stan's nose.  Blood spurted
everywhere, and Martin was sure the nose was busted.  Stan screamed in
pain, and his head lolled slightly.
 
    "Care to try again?" Martin said menacingly.
 
    "Okay, okay!  Shit!"
 
    "Why did you beat up my sister?"
 
    "Hey, she wouldn't give me her lunch money.  Said she
didn't have to.  I got a rep to protect, I can't have girls blowing me
off."
 
    "I see," Martin said with icy coldness.  "Well, at least
that's a reason I can understand."  This did not stop Martin from then
punching Stan's face five more times, and then tossing him like a rag
doll across the hall again.  Stan fell to the ground, bleeding and
weeping with the pain.
 
    "If you ever touch my sister again," Martin said in a voice
that gave no doubt as to his sincerity, "I will make you beg for
death.  If I have to come back from college to do it, I will break
every goddamned bone in your body.  I will rip out your tongue.  I will
cut off your dick and shove it down your throat until you choke.  If
you see my sister, you get as far away from her as you possibly can, or
by God, I will make you wish *your mother* had never been born!"
 
    Martin turned on the other two, who were mere thugs, only
thirteen or fourteen themselves.  He looked at them with malice in his
face, and both of them, on the spot, pissed their pants.  Martin
laughed as he watched them embarrass themselves in front of him and his
friends.
 
    Then, Martin went over to the only girl in their group. 
She was Stan's girlfriend, and she cringed before Martin.  He grabbed
hold of her, and, even in his angry state, he felt the warmth flow into
her body.  She felt it too, and her body tingled with the sensation. 
Martin kissed the girl hard on the mouth, and she was breathless when
he broke the kiss.
 
    "Don't you think you should report your boyfriend to the
police, for assaulting my sister?"  She nodded feebly.  "And, of
course, we were never here.  Your brother looks like that because his
buddies there," and Martin pointed to the three others, "decided they
didn't like doing it, and they beat the crap out of Stan to get even
with him for making them do it.  Got it?"  She nodded again, with more
conviction.  "Then, GO!"  She bolted down the hallway.
 
    Martin waved his friends down the hallway toward Miss
Farmer's classroom.  He stuck his head in.  "Cathy?  We're leaving
now.  When the cops show up, it'd be best if you didn't mention we were
here."  She merely nodded at him, and smiled.
 
    Martin and his friends left school property, and climbed
into Martin's car.  He turned so he could see them all.  "Thanks,
guys.  You could get in a lot of trouble just for being along.  I
appreciate it."
 
    Jake spoke for them all.  "No problem, Martin.  Hey, we've
known your little sister for how long?  Nobody fucks with one of our
own."
 
    And that said it all, for the four of them.
 
    *But I'll be glad to leave this town behind me tomorrow.*
 
 
 
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    Martin arrived home shortly before the police car showed
up.  He almost panicked for a second, but the officer had a grin on his
face, so Martin didn't figure he was here to arrest someone.  Martin's
mother got the door when the doorbell rang.
 
    "Yes, officer?" she asked.
 
    "Ma'am, is your daughter at home?"
 
    "Yes.  Come in.  Martin, could you get Becca?"
 
    "I'm here, Mom," Becca said from the hallway.  What's up?"
 
    "We had someone come into the precinct this afternoon.  She
said her boyfriend had been the one who beat you up, along with some of
his friends.  Do you remember anything more?"
 
    Quickly Becca glanced at Martin.  She saw the very discreet
shake of his head.  "No, officer, I'm sorry.  I still can't remember
that day at all."
 
    The officer frowned for just a second.  "Well, that's
okay.  With the young lady as a witness, and what physical evidence we
collected from your clothes, I think we will have enough.  You'll have
to sit through the trial, but I bet the prosecution won't even call you
as a witness."
 
    "Is this boy a danger to my daughter?" Martin's mother
asked.
 
    "Not at the moment, ma'am.  It would seem that not all of
the boys who were involved are happy about what happened.  They beat
the snot out of him over it.  He's in the hospital for a broken arm,
and some nasty bruises.  He'll be getting out in a day, but I doubt
he'll be a threat to your daughter anytime soon."
 
    Trent Gallagher had arrived home at this point, and he
walked into the living room in time to hear the officer's last
comment.  "Is he likely to be convicted?" Trent wanted to know.
 
    The officer frowned.  "In all likelihood, no.  He's a
juvenile, and it's really his word against his girlfriend.  If your
daughter had remembered the event, then perhaps we could have a
conviction, but even then the defense would have an easy time tearing
her up on the stand.  We'll put him through the system, but really, the
very best we can hope for, even with a conviction, is probation.  I'm
sorry, folks.  Sometimes the system sucks, but that's how it works."
 
    "We understand, officer," Martin said.  "But, what if he
causes more trouble at school?"
 
    "Well, my understanding is that the principal is going to
expel the boy, so he won't be allowed on school property.  If he does
enter the school after that, it's criminal trespass, and we can arrest
him on that alone."
 
    "Thank you, officer.  The department will keep us advised,
right?"
 
    "From now on, you'll hear from the district attorney's
office.  Our case is pretty much closed at this point."
 
    "Okay.  Thank you again."
 
    Martin sat very still as the officer left.  Becca came over
and sat beside him on the couch.  His mother stared at the two of
them.  When his father came back from showing the policeman out, he sat
in his recliner and looked at Marty.
 
    "Okay, so what *really* happened?" Trent asked.  His tone
indicated he wanted the truth.
 
    "Becca remembered who it was that had beaten her up.  She
told me.  Some friends and I went to talk to his older brother, see if
he would straighten the guy out, but his older brother wasn't helpful. 
So, I went and had a talk with the guy and his friends."
 
    "How does talking wind a guy up in the hospital?" his
father asked.
 
    "Well... he wasn't very cooperative."
 
    "Uh-huh..."
 
    "And so our discussion was frequently interrupted by him
hitting something.  Usually a wall."
 
    "Martin!" his mother cried.
 
    "Mind your manners, Joan," his father said.  "He's just
looking after his sister.  How bad did you hurt him?"
 
    "I guess he broke his arm when I tossed him down the
hallway.  I know for sure I busted his nose.  Probably has a nasty bump
on the back of his head from bouncing it off of lockers.  Lots of
bruises, I'm sure.  Nothing really bad."
 
    "And his friends?"
 
    "I didn't touch any of them."  Which was, technically,
true.  He had not been the one who hit the other boy.
 
    "And the story his girlfriend told the cops?"
 
    "I... um... 'convinced' her to tell them that."  Trent
immediately understood, and nodded.
 
    "Okay.  I just wanted to know.  Hard to lie effectively
when you don't know the truth."
 
    "I would have told you without the cop showing up."
 
    "I know.  Anyway, I hope that's settled.  At least you know
what happened now, right, Becca?"
 
    Becca nodded as she looked at her brother in something akin
to awe.  She knew he would protect her, but she had no idea he would go
so far in her defense.
 
 
 
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    It was late that night, and everyone in the family had gone
to bed.  Martin had just settled down after playing on his computer
until past midnight.  He turned over, facing away from the door, and so
he didn't see it open.  He heard nothing, as well.
 
    He did feel it as his covers were lifted, but he didn't
have time to turn as he felt someone slide into his bed behind him.  A
small, soft, warm body lay next to him, and he was fairly certain
without looking that it was his sister.
 
    But he had to look, of course.  He carefully turned over to
face her, and sure enough, his sister stared back at him.  She looked a
little scared, but she also had another look on her face; one he didn't
quite comprehend, even though he'd seen it before on others.
 
    "Hey, Small Fry.  What's up?" he asked quietly.
 
    "Marty, I...  I wanted to thank you for standing up for me
today."
 
    "Sure thing, sis.  That's what a big brother is for."  He
had the strong urge to hug her, but since neither of them was wearing
very many clothes, he resisted.
 
    "You've always been there for me, Marty."
 
    "And I always will be," he said.
 
    "I... well..." she wasn't sure how to say what she wanted
to.
 
    "Sis, what's bugging you?"  She seemed close to tears, and,
without considering it, he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around
her.  Only then did he realize she wasn't wearing any clothes at all. 
He felt her breasts press into his chest, her nipples poking against
him.  She struggled with herself for a few more moments, her face
pressed against his shoulder.
 
    "I saw what you and Tiffany did the other day," she finally
blurted.
 
    Martin was confused.  He knew what she was referring to,
but he wasn't sure how this had affected her.  So, he said, "And?"
 
    She seemed to lose her voice for a moment, then decided to
try an oblique approach.  "Do you think I'm pretty?"
 
    "Of course I do.  You're very pretty."  Martin was worried
where this conversation was going, for he knew he wouldn't be able to
stop himself.
 
    "Do you think I have a nice body?"
 
    "Shit, sis.  You've got a better bod than any eighth grader
I've seen.  Hell, you've got a better body than some of my classmates
at college!"
 
    She seemed to push herself a little more tightly against
him.  "Would you ever do with me what you did with Tiffany?"
 
    Martin's throat constricted.  She *was* asking him.  He had
to be very careful how he answered that question.  He remembered his
uncle's warning about not pushing himself on her.  But, damn, he hadn't
started this conversation.
 
    "Would you want me to?" he asked.
 
    "I've never... you know," she said in response.
 
    "I figured.  I bet that has a lot of guys at school
frustrated."
 
    "They're all stupid, groping bastards.  I dated a few for a
while, but I just didn't want them touching me like that."
 
    "Do you want me to touch you... like that?" Martin asked
hesitantly.
 
    "You damn near already are, Marty," she responded with a
chuckle.  His hands were resting on her lower back, she was pressed
against his entire body, and she could certainly feel the erection this
kind of conversation had caused.
 
    "Do you want me to stop?" he asked quickly.
 
    "No," she said definitely.  Then, less sure of herself, she
asked, "Marty, will you kiss me?  Not like your sister, but like a
girlfriend?"
 
    In response, Marty slid one hand along her back up to her
shoulder.  He moved it gently around to the side of her face, caressing
her cheek.  She looked up into his eyes.  Enough light filtered in the
window for her to see just the vaguest outline of his features, but her
memory filled in the rest.
 
    Martin slid his hand just slightly back, and ever-so-gently
pulled her face to his.  Her lips touched his, and they kissed.  The
passion and confusion of his sister mingled with his own as their lips
pressed together tenderly.  He felt his sister's tongue slip from
between her lips to slide along his.  He finally opened his mouth to
give her access, and her tongue slipped in, sliding along his tongue as
it moved.
 
    As Marty kissed his sister, he moved his hand back down,
and then moved both further down, to rest on her ass.  She inhaled
sharply at the sensation of him squeezing her cheeks gently, but she
didn't protest, her tongue continued to move against his.
 
    He rolled onto his back, pulling his sister on top of him. 
Her legs separated so that her knees rested outside of his on the bed. 
He could feel her heat spreading into his crotch through his briefs,
and her nipples had hardened to sharp points.  He could feel her body
touching him for its entire length, and he loved it.  He didn't
understand how he could want to do this to his own sister, but he did. 
He craved her body now more than he had ever wanted another woman.
 
    Becca continued kissing him while her hands ran up and down
his sides.  She was growing more and more aroused as time went on, but
really had no clue how to proceed.  Finally, her frustration overcoming
her desire to continue kissing, she pulled away from him.
 
    "What do we do now?  I don't know anything about..." Martin
put his finger to her lips.
 
    "I was surprised you knew about French-kissing, sis," he
said light-heartedly.
 
    "I did that with a boy just once.  It wasn't as much fun as
you make it."  She smiled demurely at him, and his cock twitched. 
"Could we...um..."
 
    "What?"
 
    "Well, I kinda want to see what I'm doing.  Can we turn on
the lights?"
 
    Martin reached over and clicked on the lamp beside his
bed.  It cast a soft glow that didn't overpower them, but allowed them
to see each other.  "Good enough?" he asked.  "Otherwise, I have to let
go of you to get up, and I really would rather not."  She nodded, a
little shocked by her brother's words, but grateful for them as well.
 
    "Now, what do we do?"
 
    "Well, I need to get rid of my underwear.  So you're going
to have to move a little."
 
    Without saying anything, she moved her hands down to his
briefs.  She found the waistband, and started tugging on it.  Gently,
she worked it down, with his help.  She sat up on her knees to get them
further off, and this tossed the covers off them.  

    Martin got his first good look at his sister's naked body. 
Her tits were round and firm, with small, dark areolas and pert
nipples.  Her stomach was flat, and she had a thin smattering of auburn
hair covering her pussy mound.  He admired her body for several seconds
before he noticed that her eyes were transfixed on his cock, which had
been revealed as she sat up.
 
    Becca was focused on her brother's dick.  She had not
imagined it would look like that.  She had no idea, really, what to
expect.  She had also not expected its size, but she didn't know if her
brother was big, small, or normal for a guy who was eighteen.  She
devoured it with her eyes, memorizing every vein, every ridge, every
curve.  She noticed the black hairs that covered his balls and groin,
and that intrigued her as well.
 
    Tentatively, Becca reached out her hand and very lightly
placed it on top of her brother's cock.  She heard him inhale sharply,
and his cock twitched beneath her hand.  She ran her hand gently from
the tip of his dick all the way down to where it met his balls.  She
moved her hand to cup his balls, wondering what they felt like.  Martin
moaned with the feel of his sister's hand exploring his crotch.
 
    Sensing that this brought her brother pleasure, Becca kept
fondling his balls, but brought her other hand in to caress his prick. 
She kept running her hand back and forth along its length.  After a
while, Martin groaned, but the tone was different.
 
    "Sis, if you're going to do that, why don't you wrap your
fingers around it?"
 
    "What do you mean?" she asked innocently.
 
    He reached down and lifted his dick, and with his other
hand, gently took hers and wrapped her dainty fingers around his
shaft.  "Now, like you were doing, run your hand up and down, but keep
it gentle."
 
    "Okay."  She started this movement, and found that her
brother's reaction was immediate.  He groaned, and his hips began to
move.  She kept up her actions, and he moved more, his hips pushing
upward as her hand jacked his dick.  Suddenly, he groaned out, and
came.  His cum splashed upward, and then came down, some of it landing
on the sheet, most on his leg.  The rest landed on his sister's hand.
 
    Martin had expected her to screw up her face when his cum
had splashed on her.  Instead, she looked at her hand for a second, and
then brought it to her face.  She gave it a cautious lick, taking his
spunk into her mouth.  Her eyes then closed and she licked the
remainder of it off her hand.  She seemed to enjoy it even more the
second time.  When her eyes opened, she looked down to see the strands
of his cum on his leg.  Without a word, she bent down to lick all of it
off his leg.  She sought out all of it, moving around to find it all
until she noticed that some of it was clinging to his dick.
 
    Martin shuddered as his sister's tongue lapped at his dick,
seeking out the last bits of his cum.  She licked it all over, cleaning
it off.  Though he had softened after his climax, she was quickly
bringing him back to erection.  When her lips encircled his prick, he
shuddered, and a tiny dribble of cum exited his dick.  Tasting this,
his sister longed for more.  She began sucking on him harder, and
moving her tongue to find the white fluid.  It took no time at all for
him to become fully erect.
 
    Grudgingly, he stopped his sister.  She looked up at him in
some surprise.
 
    "Didn't you like it?" she asked.
 
    "Shit, Becca!  That was the best goddamned blowjob I've
ever had!  But if I come a second time like that, it might be a while
before I can get it up again, and I still haven't shown you the
pleasure a woman can have."
 
    "Oh."
 
    Martin sat up, and finished removing his underwear.  Now
they were both nude.  He laid his sister down onto the bed, and kissed
her.  He kept his kiss short, and soft.  He moved from her lips to her
cheek, down to her neck and shoulder.  Slowly, he wormed his way down
to her breasts.  As his tongue flicked across the flesh of her tits,
she moaned.  He took his time, massaging and kissing her tits, and then
he got to her nipple.  He took it into his mouth, flitting his tongue
across it rapidly.  Becca moaned quietly in pleasure.  When he nipped
it very lightly with his teeth, she squealed.  He moved to the other
tit and repeated the process, using his hand to keep the first nipple
happy.
 
    By the time Martin left her tits, Becca was wriggling on
the bed.  He made his way slowly down past her navel.  Finally, his
tongue slid across the outside of her pussy lips.
 
    "Oh, my God!" Becca groaned.
 
    Martin used his tongue to ply her outer lips, lapping at
them and pushing them apart.  His tongue probed deeper, until he found
her inner lips, and he pushed his tongue against them, slipping
slightly inside her tight hole.  Becca moaned her joy as his tongue
wiggled back and forth against her most private region.
 
    As Becca's writhing became more intense, Martin moved up to
take her clit into his mouth, now that it had emerged from beneath its
hood.  Becca groaned again as his tongue slid along her sensitive
pleasure button, sending chills through her body.  Martin sucked and
licked until Becca's passion overtook her, and she came, crying out
softly in the night.
 
    Martin held on until her climax was over, and then slowly
moved back up her body, taking the time to kiss and lick all his
favorite spots.  He reached her mouth and kissed her hotly, where she
could taste her own juices still on his tongue.  The taste aroused her
almost as much as his cum had.  She moaned into his mouth, and
instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him
into her.
 
    Martin broke their kiss, but did not pull away from his
sister.  He reached down and positioned himself, and then stopped.
 
    "Okay, sis.  This is absolutely your last chance to back
out.  Are you sure you want to do this?"
 
    "Oh, God, YES!" she cried.
 
    Martin breathed a sigh of relief.  At this point, he really
needed to screw the beautiful vixen beneath him.  "All right.  Now,
sometimes, the first time hurts, and there might be some bleeding..."
 
    "Because of my cherry.  I know.  I *did* have to sit
through health class, you know," she said with a smile.
 
    He kissed her quickly.  "I love you," he said with
meaning.  With that, he pushed against her opening.  She was very
tight, and it took him a while just to get the head of his dick inside
her, all the while she was wriggling and pushing at him.
 
    Finally, the head slipped in, and Becca sighed, "Oh, that
feels so good.  I'm never letting you go now."
 
    Martin kissed her as he inched his cock further into her. 
He used small, gentle strokes to loosen her passageway until he reached
her barrier.  Once there, he used longer, slower strokes to make sure
she was well lubricated.  Then, he paused, and broke their kiss.
 
    "Becca, this is the part that might hurt.  I can't say how
much, it's different for different people.  After I'm through, I won't
move until you tell me to, okay?"
 
    She just nodded, and looked up at him with love and trust. 
Her green eyes glinted in the light.  He began to thrust into her with
a little more force, stopping before he reached her barrier, and then,
when he'd worked up a rhythm, and she was sighing again, he pushed
himself through.  He felt it tear, and he pushed past it, and then
froze.
 
    He looked down at his sister, who looked more like she was
ready to come than to cry.  "I barely felt it," she said.  "Please,
keep going.  It felt so wonderful!"
 
    Figuring she would tell him if it started to hurt, he began
stroking into her with long, slow strokes at first.  Becca would sigh
with each move into her.  Her hands caressed his chest, her eyes
closed, her head cocked to one side, enjoying the sensations.
 
    Soon, Martin felt she might be ready for more, and he
couldn't stand the agonizingly slow pace any longer.  He increased his
tempo, thrusting into his sister with some force.  She opened her eyes
and looked up at him.  Her eyes held lust, and he finally recognized
her earlier expression.  She had wanted him from the beginning, and
this was what she wanted now.  She smiled up at him to let him know he
was making her feel good.  As his pace increased further, she started
to grunt and moan with each thrust.  Her hips bucked back at him,
trying to pull him farther into her.  Her legs, clamped around his
waist, would not let him out of her cunt.
 
    As they reached a feverish tempo, Becca began to cry out. 
"I'm gonna come, Marty!  I'm gonna come!"
 
    Martin wasn't too far behind her.  As his sister let loose
with her orgasm, burying her face in a pillow to muffle the noise, her
pussy rippled along the length of his cock.  He couldn't stand the
pleasure, and his sperm shot forth inside her, filling her up with his
cum.
 
    They both climaxed for what seemed like forever.  When they
came down from their highs, Martin pulled his sister to him, and rolled
onto his side.  He kissed her sweetly on the lips, and they both fell
into a deep sleep, his dick still buried in her pussy.
 
 
 
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