Chapter Six

Friday came.

Dad came in from work. At the dinner table, Mom said, “Steve, the Murchisons are wanting to play cards tonight if you’re up for it.  All we have to do is call.”

Here was one of those crossing points, I thought.  This was the first time they’d even thought about going out for the evening.  Up until the big event, they thought nothing of leaving us kids alone in the house, what with them a phone call away and neighbors who would come to our rescue in the event of troubles.  But that was when they thought we were “safe” from each other, too.

And before, when they used to go play with Jilly’s parents, half the time Pammy would go over there and play with her friend, that is, until that fateful evening when Pammy and Jilly and I discovered the games we could play together.  But the Murchisons were older and their son and daughter were off in college and there were no kids our age.  Therefore, this was going to be interesting.

Dinner was punctuated with small talk:  School was back in session, stuff like that.  Dad was finishing his cake when he looked at Mom.  “Call ‘em and tell them we’ll be there at six-thirty.”

Mom looked.  “And the kids are going to stay here?”

Dad sighed.  “I suppose.  They’ll be okay.” He snorted.  “I wasn’t that ‘okay’ when I was fourteen, though.”

“Steve!” hissed Mom.

“Well, hell, Stacie,” he told Mom, his voice raised just a bit.  “I have to learn to get used to this.  I always knew that one day my son would be having sex.  I could deal with that.  I knew one day that my precious little girl would be having sex.  I figured she’d get married, you know?  But I didn’t figure they’d be having sex with EACH OTHER!”

“Steve!  Really!” Mom blurted.

“Well?!?!?” Dad said.

Pammy and I were stone silent.  I’d thought that there was some kind of explosion due, but Dad was usually even-tempered.

“You two clean the kitchen up for your Mom,” Dad said.  “I’m sorry. I just had to say something.  I’m finished.  You two can stay here.  That’s all I’m going to say.”

Pammy and I worked together clearing the table and washing dishes.  We were putting them away when Dad came into the kitchen with Mom.  He was freshly showered and reeked of aftershave and Mom smelled of perfume.

“Okay, kids,” said Mom, “make sure you take a bath.  We’ll be home at ten-thirty or eleven.  Don’t stay up too late.”

Dad snorted.  Mom said, “Steve!  Stop that!”  And they left.

As we heard the car leaving, Pammy looked at me.  “Hey, Danny, when’s the last time you took a bath with your little sister?”  And she giggled.  And walked up the hall with me following like a puppy.  And she was unfastening her jeans.  Turning into the bathroom, she turn back toward me and wiggled and those jeans slid straight down her legs.  I stepped close to her and we embraced, arms intertwined and our lips met and our tongues met and her kiss was a sigh.

Breaking apart, I stepped back and started to unbuckle my belt.

“Nuh-uh,” Pammy said.  “I get to do that.”

She knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, then hooked her fingers in the waistband of my jeans and my underpants and pulled both of them down.  She had to pull the elastic waistband forward to clear by hard dick as it sprang out at an angle.  She planted a quick little kiss on its red head and giggled.

As she pulled my pants down around my ankles I stripped my polo shirt over my head and discarded it, so when I stepped out of the pants at my feet, I was completely naked in front of my precious little sister.

“Hmmm,” she said, “I need to remember how all this works.”  She smiled as she looked up at me.  My right hand stroked her sleek straight blonde hair.

“Forgot? Seems like you remembered last week pretty good.”

“But that was a long time ago.”  She turned her gaze back to my dick and her hand rose up between my thighs.  As her fingers met my balls, she giggled.  “You know, bud, these are getting pretty big.”  She cupped my balls in her hand and gently bounced them up and down as if she were weighing them.  “I wonder how much stuff they’re making for me.”

I smiled at her.  “There’s a lot in there for you, little sister,” I said.

Her head ducked forward and her hot mouth engulfed my dick with a giggle and an “Mmmmmm.”

“Stop that!” I said.  “I gotta pee!”

“Ooooooo!  I can help!”  And she jumped in the bathtub.  And spread her legs.  “Pee right here!” she said, spreading the lips of her pussy.  “We’re gonna take a bath anyway.”

So I did, my stream of gold splattering in her slit.  I aimed for her little button, but every time I hit it she wiggled and I pinched off the flow.  “You need to be still,” I said.

“I can’t.  You know how I am when you play with my button.  Pee on my titties.”

I obliged and then shook the last few drops as she sat up in the tub glistening wet.  She wrapped her fingers around my soft dick and pulled it toward her waiting mouth.  It was hardening as it met her mouth.

“We are never going to get a bath if you don’t that,” I said.

“Silly.  We’ll get a bath.  I need to pee, too.  Want some?” She stood up.

“Sure,” I said, lowering myself into the tub.  She straddled me and I looked up at her lovely pink pussy.

She spread her lips apart with her fingers so the flow would be free and said, “here it comes!”  the golden stream burst from the center of her crack and splashed on my chest.  It was hot.  And sexy.  And I moved my face quickly toward the stream.  It splashed on my face as I closed my eyes.  As the stream stopped, I rubbed little sister’s pee over my face and chest.

“Pammy, that was fun!”  I stood up in the tub in front of her.  We were both wet with each other’s piss when we embraced, our bodies sliding together.

Pammy kissed me and tasted her piss on my face and her lips and tongue roamed my face.  “Mmmmmm!  That’s DIFFERENT!” she giggled.  “Now!  Shower!”  She turned and started the water, waiting to get the temperature right as I grabbed washcloths.  We closed the shower curtain and both rinsed off under the spray.  Then she turned the shower off and closed the drain, letting the tub fill.

One of the nice things about living in an old house is that old bathtubs were freakin’ huge.  And we both settled in, me in the back of the tub, she in between my legs with her back to me as we luxuriated in being wet and warm and naked together.  She let her head fall back so my cheek was nestled against her wet hair and purred as I ran soapy hands over her sweet body.  She sighed and quivered as my soapy fingertips teased her little pink nipples and I enjoyed and explored the mounds of her breasts, measuring carefully their growth with my curious fingertips.   I poured water from a cup over her blonde head, wetting both of us even more.

Finally she sat up so I could wash her back, then she stood and let me wash her legs, turning so I could do her soft curved ass, then facing me again as I paid extra attention to her pussy.

“My turn,” she giggled.  She soaped up my back, then my chest, and then rinsed me.  “Now stand up.”

I complied.

“Turn around so I can do your butt.”

I turned.  She soaped up a washcloth and carefully lathered the backs of my legs and my ass, then dropped the cloth and used her hands.  It felt sooooo good.  Her fingers started kneading my butt cheeks.  That felt good, too.  Then she ran soapy fingers up and down the crack of my ass.  That was good, too.

“I wanna make sure you’re good and clean,” she said.  Her fingers scoured my crack, and then I felt a soapy fingertip probing my anus.  “Hmmm,” I heard her say.  “Does this feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” I said. I felt pressure, then a wetness going into my asshole.  Pammy’s soapy finger.

“What about this?”

“What are you doing, Pammy?”

“Just exploring.  Does it hurt?”

“No.  Actually feels kind of neat.”

“Okay.  I’m gonna push it in farther.”

“Mmm-hmmm.”  And it seemed like the further in her finger went, the further out my dick stood.

Finally finished with her explorations and no doubt storing the newly acquired data for future use, she tugged me with her hands to turn around to face her.  Soapy hands thoroughly cleaned my balls and dick.  “It’s been years since I saw your pee-pee all soapy like this.”  She worked her closed right hand up and down the shaft while her left one cuddled, tugged and caressed my balls.

I could feel the pressure building.  “Gahhhh! Pammy!  It’s about to come!”

“Nope!” she giggled.  “Not when it’s all soapy and I can’t put it in my mouth!”  And she stopped. My dick was pulsing, almost painfully on the edge of coming.  Pammy saw it, giggled, and closed the shower curtain again so we could rinse our two lathered up and completely clean bodies.  We kissed as the warm spray washed the suds off us, then turned the shower off and stepped out.  She tossed me a thick towel and we dried each other off.  Another towel went toward drying her hair.   My own short haircut hardly needed more than a quick swipe.

“Awwww!” she said, looking down.  “It’s soft!”  And she dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth before it could get hard.  It hardened in her mouth, but for a brief moment in time she had my entirely soft dick in her mouth.  That was a pleasant thing, too.  Different from all the times she’d sucked me when I was hard.

“Relax, Dan,” Pammy said, “we have HOURS!  Hours to love each other.  Let’s get our pajamas ready.”

We laid out both sets of our sleeping clothes in my bedroom and I turned the sheet and bedspread down, giving us a clean, soft surface to play on.  No sooner than I had finished, Pammy’s twelve year old (“almost THIRTEEN!,” she’d say) self was crouched on all fours in the middle of that white expanse, delightfully and completely nude and wearing a playful smirk on her face.  Waiting for me.

“I’m wet, you know,” she giggled.  She looked up at my hard fourteen year old dick.  “And YOU”RE wet, too.”  She knew exactly what that big glistening drop of fluid was for that was hanging off the end of my dick.  “I think, Danny, that we need to put the wet parts together.  Now!”

“Not even a kiss for your big brother?”

“Kisses come later.  Here!”  And she lowered her chest to the bed, thrusting her ass in the air as I moved behind her.

What a view, I thought, luscious flare developing as her hips grew from girlish to womanly.  My eyes followed the crack of her ass downward, watching it merge in to s glistening wet pussy, the lips engorged, deep pink, opening slightly to reveal wetness inside.  I placed a hand on each hip and inched forward on my knees.  She curved her ass up even more in expectancy.  My dick was rock hard and the head was aching for entry into its proper place.  A wiggle of my own hips and I looked down to drag my dickhead between the lips of my little sister’s pussy.  My pre-cum smeared along her pussy lips, mixing with her own juicy lubricant.  I thrust forward gently, letting my dickhead find its goal and it homed in on her hot hole and rewarded me by popping in, maybe an inch.

“Yesssssss!” hissed through Pammy’s teeth.  “Push!”

I did.  Up to the hilt.  My entire dick was encased in indescribable pressure and heat and wetness, and it wasn’t static pressure.  As my dick stayed still, her pussy walls pulsed and rippled around me.  “I feel that,” I gasped.

“Me too, Danny.  I can kinda control it once it starts, but it starts by itself.”  Pammy bounced back and forth a little and worked her little butt in a tiny circle.  With my dick inside, enjoying the ride.  I started stroking in and out of her.

“Uuuuuh. Ooooh.  Yessss!  Like THAT, Danny.  Like THAT.”  And then another wonderful thing happened.   Pammy twisted and curled herself a little and reached back between her legs with her hand, then reached upward.  Her fingertips found my sack.  And she closed her fingers around it and tugged my balls in time with our thrusts. It was a whole other wonderful sensation, and entirely too much for a horny fourteen year old boy to handle.

“Mmmmmmph!  Pammy!”  I blurted between clenched teeth.  “I’m coming!  Right now!”

“I know.  Push!  Hard!  Hard!  Deep!  Gahhhhh…. Nnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhh!”  That was my Pammy coming!

And me.  The first spurt deep in her pussy was like opening the gates of heaven.  And I kept spurting, one squirt with each thrust.  I could feel the head of my dick deep inside her, bumping her cervix with each thrust, and each thrust was a spurt of semen washing over it.  Looking back over the years, it was a good thing those new pills were there, because Pammy would have been one very pregnant little girl after sessions like this.

Finally her orgasm started waning and her hand released my balls.  With the loss of her touch, my muscle control went and I simply fell over sideways, almost paralyzed from the intensity Pammy had produced in me.  She fell over on my legs and we sort of laid in that position breathing deeply for a few minutes.   Finally I felt her hand move and I reached down with my own, our fingertips touching.

“I love you, Pammy.”

“I love YOU, Dan.  Hold me.”  She stirred around into my arms, laying half on, half off of me, her face near mine.  Freshly washed little girl smells from the bath mixed with the heady musk of our mating.  I held her in my arms and kissed the top of her head lightly.  And again.

“I love you, Pammy.  You’re my everything.”

She turned her face up toward mine and our lips parted for our tongues to meet, then our mouths bonded us together for long minutes, tongues and lips molding and teasing each other.  When we finally broke the kiss, a sigh escaped her lips.  Then a little wiggle surged through her body and then a giggle.

“Uh, Danny, I am going to have a puddle if you don’t do something pretty quick.”

“Oh.  I guess there was a lot.”

“Uh, yeah.  I feel like you squirted a firehose inside me.”

“Let me clean up my mess, then, little girl.” I moved down to put my mouth on her sopping pussy.  I know now that some guys think that eating their own semen is gross, but I’ve never thought of it as anything other than just what you naturally do.  I fed on the results of our love-making and worked my way under her little body, moving her on top of me and was rewarded when she was laying full on me, our two torsos inverted, and her lips sucked in the head of my dick in a wonderful 69.

“I don’t know how I can tell you how wonderful this is, Dan.  Sometimes it’s all I can think about.  Like at school, when I’m bored.  Or at night.  I touch myself, you know, and I use my finger on my button and I try to pretend it’s your tongue, but it’s not the same.  I mean, it feels good, but it’s like it’s artificial, you know?

“I know, Pammy.  I did things myself, too, this week, because I didn’t know if we were going to get a chance to be together.  I can do it with my hand pretty easy and fast, but it’s not nearly the same, and I feel like I’m throwing away something that belongs to you.”

“Really?” she squealed.  “You do that with your hand?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Guys talk about it a lot.  They call it “jacking off”.  If somebody does it to you, it’s called a hand job.”

“Really?” She was fascinated.

You have to know that Pammy had no other sexual exposure other than me and Jilly.  I doubt that she had the nerve to talk to Mom about this stuff, especially in view of the recent events.  I, however, was a somewhat typical teenaged boy with VERY typical teenaged peers and sex was often THE topic.  I heard storied of purported conquests and wondrous and often entirely fictional accounts of sexual practices and such.  I doubted sincerely that ANY of my peers had actually touched a girl, much less FUCKED one, but I did trust them on expertise about jacking off.

When they questioned me, I just went along for the ride.  I admitted to sexual experience, but dared NEVER to even hint at anything between me and my wonderful little sister.  But here I was, relating some of this knowledge to my little sister.

“Uh, Danny, have you ever had a hand job?”

“Sure,” I said.  Her face fell.  “No, no, no, Pammy!  It was you and Jilly that gave me a hand job, remember?  When you wanted to see what happened when my white stuff came out?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, relieved.  “Dan, I don’t want other girls doing things to you.  Except, maybe, like when you an’ me and Jilly did it all together.”  She spun around on me so she was lying atop me, our faces inches apart.  There was a kiss, soft, sensual, little pink tongue pushing between my lips to meet my own.  “I want you to be all mine.”

“Pammy,” I said, “You’re twelve…”

“Almost thirteen.  One month!”

“Okay.  Thirteen.  But you might want a real boyfriend one day.  Maybe soon.”  I looked at her face.  I think I saw a tear forming.

“I thought I HAD a boyfriend, Danny.  You.  Remember?”

“I remember.  I didn’t think YOU remembered.”

“I do.  Forever.  I love you.”  Pammy wiggled into complete contact with my body and I held her in my arms as precious cargo.

I was almost fifteen.  That wasn’t bad in itself.  But I had a precious, special thirteen year old girl who wanted to tell me she loved me “forever” and at fifteen, “forever” is a strange thing.  But then we had a strange relationship growing, a bond not within normal bounds, and if it wasn’t normal from brother and sister to be lovers, then what was to say that our branch of “abnormal” didn’t include “forever” starting for us in our teen years.  I put my lips to her ear.  “Forever, Pammy.  Just us.  Me and you.”

She looked at me and smiled, rising up a little as she pulled her arms from around me.  She put her hands on my chest and swung one leg on either side of me and sat up astride me.  A quick little scooting movement brought her wet pussy directly on top of my dick.  She did a couple of sexy slides to make sure that the shaft of my dick was firmly ensconced within the hot lips of her pussy.  A smile formed on her lips.

“We will NEVER be apart again, Danny.  Not like we were.”  She wrapped her calves behind my legs.  A few more scooting moves as she slid her clit against my dick.  Then she stopped and got that “Pammy is thinking” look.  She flopped forward, putting her face inches from mine again.  “From starting today,” she said, “we gotta do stuff to make sure that we CAN be together.  School stuff.  Home stuff.  So our lives can stay hooked together.”

“Yes, Pammy.”

“You promise, Danny?  Maybe sometimes it won’t be fun, but we can do it, okay?  Promise?

“I promise.”

She rose back to almost sitting and raised her hips off me.  My dick popped up to an angle predestined for exactly ONE purpose since the beginning of time, to enter an eager, waiting pussy.  And there was the most eagerest, most waiting pussy ever.  Wet, hot, receptive.  And we mated again.  I tried sitting up, and Pammy pulled on my shoulders as I tried.  When I reached the sitting position, my dick was still deep inside her and her legs were wrapped around my waist, her young tits pressed against my chest and our lips and tongues melted together.  We rocked back and forth gently, slowly building orgasmic energy and came together.

Two more times that evening we fucked each other to orgasmic bliss.  As ten o’clock approached, we finally realized that although our lives had changed, there were outside forces to deal with, like Mom and Dad in the immediate future.  Together we hit the shower again and dressed in our pajamas, then crawled in bed together and cuddled.

“Prob’ly won’t do any good to put out an open book, huh?” Pammy giggled.

“Be serious, Pammy, Dad might freak if he comes in and we’re in bed together.”

“He knows we do it.  I think he knew we did it the other day when Mom left us here together.  And I don’t want to sleep by myself tonight.  What’s the worst that can happen?

“I end up back on the farm.”

“I won’t let them do that.”

“Pammy, we could catch a lot of crap.”

“I love you, Danny.  We need to try this.”

I sighed.  “Okay.  Here goes nothing.  We just can’t both be under the covers together when they come in.  Okay?

“Okay.”

We kissed and caressed and fondled each other and Pammy eased off into sleep, breathing softly.  That is where she was when I heard the car drive up and the door open, then footsteps coming up the hall.  Through barely opened eyes I watched Dad peer into Pammy’s door, step back and turn toward mine.  As he approached my door, Mom touched him on the shoulder.  They both looked in and saw us, me under the covers, Pammy on top of the bedspread.

“Dammit,“ he said.  “They’re pushing it.”

“Steve,” Mom said, “it’s past the point where we can do much about it, at least anything we can live with.”

Dad hugged Mom.  “I guess all we get to do, then, is love them and let them be themselves and hope things work for them.  They’re our kids.”

Pammy’s decision and our promise colored our two lives from that point on.  Before, neither of us was a BAD student, but we were normal kids with normal priorities, and school often wasn’t one of them.  Pammy said, “We gotta be the BEST students, so we can do what we want.”

And we were.  I guess that a lot of adolescent energy is expended on pursuit of the opposite sex, and we’d already finished pursuing.  We had each other.  So that left extra energy for studying.  We pushed each other and our names regularly showed up in academic honors lists.

Mom and Dad found us to be almost model kids, helpful around the house, even-tempered towards them, studious, almost to a boring fault.  Pammy’s bedroom still looked like a girl’s room, a girl’s room, that is, crossed with a library.

Mom and Dad never again said anything about us sleeping together, but we always waited until their door closed at night before closing our own.  It wasn’t sex every night.   Just most nights.  Sometimes mutual masturbation, Sometimes a delightful sixty-nine session, sometimes a quiet fuck, never loud, out of respect for Mom and Dad.

Our rip-roaring, full-blown, anything goes, sessions happened when Mom and Dad left us at home for a few hours, something they did at least once a week.  Then it was back to sweet, soft, gentle, quiet, waking up in the middle of the night to find that Pammy had woken up and decided she needed a pacifier, one of the functions she’d assigned to my dick.  I did similar for her, too.  Being a sound sleeper, I had to drink a couple of big glasses of water to make sure I woke up in the middle of the night to go pee, and I would come back to bed and slide face-first in between Pammy’s thighs and start gently kissing and licking her pussy lips. Many times she rewarded me with one of her late-night orgasms, sweet, juicy, her passion reduced to soft whimpers as my tongue flicked her button.

We had to learn, too, about that whole “period” thing.  A week after we’d resumed playing with each other, Pammy came to me.

“This period thing is nasty,” she said.

I knew the bare mechanics of periods, about bleeding, and cramps and stuff, mostly from hearing mom talk about it with other women while I was within earshot, but Pammy was my first experience with somebody actually HAVING one where I had to pay attention.

“So.  What’s the deal?”  I was curious.

“I start bleeding from down there, and I have to put this thing inside me to soak up the blood, and I have to change it and throw it away and stick another one in, until it stops.  And we can’t do things.  At least I can’t.”

Oh, here’s where the advice of my knowledgeable peers came in.  “Some girls do it on their period.  I’ve heard about it.”

“Yuck! No.  I hate it.”

“But…”

“No way!  Nothing goes down there until it’s over!”  She had a serious look on her face, so I didn’t push it.

“Can we at least hug and kiss?  I like that, too, you know.”

“Of course, Danny.”  She smiled.  “But I’m broken.  We can’t do it.”

I scooped her into my arms.  “You’re my baby.  You’re smart and cute and funny and even if we never could do it like that again I still want you to hold me and kiss me and talk to me and laugh with me.  Forever, remember?”

She looked into my eyes and I caught the twinkle.  “But YOU’RE not broken, are you?”

“What do you mean, Pammy?” I asked.

“Danny.  Come on.  Think about it.  How many ways have we found for me to make you squirt?  I mean, besides you putting your pee-pee inside my pussy?

“Oh.”

“I can still suck you.  And that hand job thing, for sure.”  She grinned.

“But that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair, Danny?”

“That you’ll do things for me and I can’t do them for you.”

“Oh,” she grinned.  “Don’t worry.  When this period stops I will expect full payback.”

I smiled and kissed her.

“And I want to do you right now.  Take off your pants.”  Like I needed to be told twice, huh?

I was naked from the waist down and as I stood up stepping out of my pants, Pammy just finished undressing herself, standing before me wearing only her panties.

“This is as far as I’m gonna go,” she said.  “Periods are yucky.”  She stepped toward me and kissed me and I bent over and sucked on each of her pink nipples.  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned.  “Now, lay down.  I wanna do you a hand job.”

“You don’t wanna suck me?”

“Yeah, silly, I do wanna suck you, but I wanna do you a hand job right now.  Okay?”

“Sure,” I smiled, thinking how many fifteen year old boys would just die to have a cute little girl trying to force a hand job on them.  I laid back on my bed, propping myself up on pillows so I could get a good view of my dick.  Pammy got in bed with me and slid between my legs, sitting, with her legs under mine.  She took my hard dick in her hand and started slowly stroking it, gently holding it so the skin slid up and down over the shaft.  That was her right hand.  Her left hand cupped my balls, something she knew exactly how to do, tugging and rolling them around.  A drop of pre-cum oozed out of my dick.  She expertly scooped it onto her fingertip and stuck it in her mouth with an audible sucking sound, then grinned wickedly at me.

She tightened her fingers at the base of my dick and pulled upward, milking another huge drop of pre-cum.  This time it was the middle finger of her left hand.  Her eyes twinkled.  “Remember last Friday night when we took a bath?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“Remember when I stuck my finger in your butt?”

“Oh, yeah.  I do.”

“Remember how hard you got?”

“Yeah.  It was so hard it almost hurt.”

She was spreading my copious amounts of pre-cum around her finger as she talked, and sex talk was making me produce even more.  “I’m thinking,” she said, “that just maybe that might make you do a really good squirt for a hand job.  Wanna try?”

“You know you can try anything with me, sweetie.  But if I say it hurts, you have to stop.”

“Naturally,” she said.  She grabbed a pillow.  “Here.  Raise up and put this under your butt.”

I obeyed.  I felt s lick finger poke against my butthole and push its way in.  “Mmmmmm, that’s different.  Good different.”

Pammy stroked her finger in and out.  She had long, slender fingers.  My anus clamped around her finger when she was at maximum depth.  “It wants to keep my finger,” she said.  It couldn’t slide much now, but she discovered that she could still do little short strokes without it sliding.  “Who’s fucking who now, huh, Danny?”  Giggles.

My dick was straining it was so hard.  Her right hand’s fingers curled around the shaft, then slid over the slicked up head and she went back to jerking me, timing her left hand’s little shoves with her right hand’s sensual strokes.  I couldn’t stay still but I didn’t know which way to hump, either into her hand or against her finger in my ass.  “Nnnnnnn.  Pammy!  Oh, Pammy!  Nnnnnn.  Nnnnn.”

She smiled at me when I could barely open my eyes from all the feelings.  She was biting that bottom lip of hers in concentration, but watching, savoring my passion.  “Little sister’s making her big brother feel pretty good, huh?”

I kept thrusting wildly, knowing that in some of those motions was release.  Pre-cum was flowing almost non-stop from the head of my dick and she was sliding her hand up over the head, spreading it, then stroking em some more.  “Gahhhh!” Breathe.  “Oh, gahhhh!”  Breathe.  “Pammy!”  Pant.  “I’m doin’ it!” Breathe.  Hump.  “Gnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh!”  The first squirt rifled out of the head of my dick.  It must have gone six feet.  We never did find it.

“Hmmm,” giggled Pammy.  “You ARE doing it.”  Her hand kept put the strokes but she instinctively timed them with the pulses that rocked my dick.  “That is sooooo neat!  Your balls move every time you squirt, and your butthole tries to pinch my finger off every time.  And look how much!”

I struggled to open squinched shut eyes.  There were globs of semen on my chest, my stomach, my pubic mound and all over her hand.  “I think I almost died, Pammy!”

“Did it hurt?”

“Only in the best way ever!”

She extracted her finger from my ass, jumped up, and I could hear water running.  In a moment she was back in bed.  “Just wanna be clean,” she said.  “Now SOMEBODY’S all messy.  Good thing he’s got a little sister to clean up after him!”  And she worked her way down my body, licking and sucking each glob of sperm in turn.  “did I tell you how much I love your sperm?”

“No, but I kind of figured it out.”

“I really do,” she said, then her lips closed over my soft dick.  Once it was inside her mouth, her tongue washed it carefully.  I could feel myself hardening as she sucked.  “He-he.  I like how it gets hard in my mouth, Danny!”

She climbed up my chest and we slumped together in embrace, lips locked, kissing.  I could taste the salty twang of my come in her mouth.  “You owe me one, Danny.”  After a few minutes, she slid down again, between my legs, grabbing my dick with her right hand again and tilting it toward her mouth.  “Mmmmmm.  I love sucking your dick, Danny.”

She wet the middle finger of her left hand and I felt it slide into my butthole again.  I gasped.  Now she knew how that worked.  Her head bobbed up and down on my hard young dick as her finger did short strokes deep in my ass.  Her right hand fluttered around, one second holding and stroking my dick in time with her lips, next squeezing and tugging on my balls, then holding my dick flat against my belly as her tongue bathed my balls and ran up and down my shaft, licking and flicking.

I was past control again.  She raised her head from her tongue bath of my balls and said, “Is Danny gonna do it again?”

“Gnnnngghhh.” Breathe.  “Yeah.  Nnnnnghh!” Breathe.  Hump.

Her lips closed over the head of my dick and I put a hand on the back of her head.  Pushing her down was something I never did.  I didn’t force Pammy.  Pammy just DID.  Exactly right.  With my hand stroking her head in encouragement, she kept on.  I felt her teeth gently grip the skin of my dick and add that sensation to the symphony of feelings.  She let go with her teeth and her tongue was curled around the underside of my shaft as she pulled almost all the way back, then slid me back fully into her mouth.  “Mmmmmmm!” she moaned.  I think she knew that would do the trick.  “Mmmmmphhhh!” and the first squirt hit the back of her mouth.  She redoubled her efforts, again synching her mouth and fingers to my pulsing orgasmic spasms.

I finished with the pulses.  Pammy didn’t finish sucking though, although when the pulses ended, she stopped all but the gentlest movements, caressing me with her mouth as my dick went soft slowly.  And finally her head rose and she released my dick from her mouth.  She licked the corner of her mouth to catch a stray droplet of semen and smiled.  “Now you owe me two!”