Chapter Five 

The two years that followed were happy years, but then a couple of things happened that changed things.

Jilly’s dad took a promotion and moved the family three states over.

Pammy turned twelve and six months into her twelfth year had her first period.  And Mom took her to the doctor for her first pelvic exam.  Tragedy struck.  He pulled Mom out of the examining room away from Pammy and said in a serious tone, “Mrs. Stephens, I have to ask you something.”

Mom gasped.  “What?”

“Your daughter shows signs of being sexually active.”

Mom wrangled the truth out of Pammy on the way home.  I was greeted by Pammy in tears and was screamed at and sent to my room to await the arrival of my dad.

When Dad got home, I was confronted by both parents, their faces more serious than I’ve ever seen them.  I was packed off to Mom’s brother’s farm the next day, Dad alternating between ripping on me and total silence.  I didn’t even get to see my sister before I left.

It was two days before I got a phone call from Mom.  She was in tears, but they left me at the uncle’s for four more days.  I was devastated.  I was fourteen, too big to cry, but I couldn’t think straight, and the world had lost its joy.

After a week, Dad and Mom and Pammy showed up.  Dad told me to pack my stuff.  I was coming home.

Dad spoke first when we got back on the road home.  “I know you and Pammy have been having sex.”

“Yessir,” I said.  I figured the next stop was that mythological home for juvenile delinquent boys.

“Did you EVER force her to do anything?” Mom asked.

“No ma’am,” I answered, truthfully.  “We just started playing together that way.”

“Pammy said you never did.  She said you and she just started playing like that.”

“I suppose,” I said.  “We were just playing.  It was fun.  We liked it.”

Dad’s turn.  “Pammy didn’t eat for a week while you were gone.  She cried all the time.  You mom and I have been talking.”

I waited for the hammer to fall.  What came next, I wasn’t ready for.

“We know that once young people start having sex, it is almost impossible to make them stop.  We don’t want Pammy doing it with other boys.  That would be very bad for her.  Her reputation.  She could get diseases.  You can’t do it with other girls, either.  Same thing.  Diseases, or you get some girl pregnant and have to get married.”

I gave Dad my full attention.  He continued.  “So Pammy wants her brother back.  You’re coming home.  And Mom and I don’t think we can watch you all the time to make you not have sex with your little sister.  But Mom got her some of those new birth control pills so she won’t get pregnant.  And if you and she only do it with each other, then we don’t have to worry about diseases.”

What was I hearing?  Mom’s turn.  “But you must know that if ANYBODY ever found out that you two were having sex, you’d lose your reputations in a very horrible way.  Dad and I could go to jail, and you two could end up in foster homes and never see each other again.  So it’s got to be the most strictest secret.  In public, you’re brother and sister.  You’ve been doing a good job so far.  If the doctor hadn’t told me, we would have never found out.  You have to keep that up, harder than ever.”

Dad started again.  “I can’t get hold of this in my mind very good, that my kids are having sex with each other.  That’s just too hard to accept.  So I NEVER want to see you treating each other like anything but normal brother and sister in front of us.  Never!  Got that?”

“Okay,” I said.

“And,” Dad continued, “I don’t want to hear you two, if you do anything when Mom and I are at home.  That shouldn’t be too hard.  You two had us fooled for how long?”

I didn’t know how to answer that.  “I don’t know, Dad,” I said.  “I guess after Mom stopped us from bathing together.”

“Well, I don’t want to know.  I don’t want you and Pammy rubbing our noses in what you’re doing.  And you must never tell anybody.”

“Yessir.”

Pammy scooted over to my side and put her arms around my neck, tears running down her face.  “I’m sorry, Dan,” she cried.  “I’m sorry.  But I missed you soooo much.”

Dad barked, “Get back on your side of the car, Pammy!”  Pammy scooted back against the window on her end of the back seat.  Dad continued, “I’m sorry, son, but it’s going to take a while for me and your mom to get used to all this.”

I spent the rest of the forty-five minute trip staring out of the window.  We got home and I unloaded my travel bag into my room and sat there.  Pammy walked up the hall to her room and shyly looked in my door.  Her blue eyes were tear-reddened, but she gave a slight hint of a smile.

The next few days were tense.  I felt like I was tip-toeing around the house, but gradually I got back into something like a normal routine, going out to play with my friends in the neighborhood, passing off my week’s absence as a trip to my uncle’s farm.  Dad was working every weekday, and Mom never left the house unless she had Pammy with her.

About a week of this, and Mom was rummaging around the kitchen.  Pammy wasn’t her normal bubbly little self, either.  But on this morning, Mom said, “Pammy, get in the car.  We need to go do some errand.”

To my surprise, Pammy spoke up, “Mom, can I stay home?  I don’t feel like riding around.”

Even more surprising was Mom’s answer.  “Okay.  I suppose that’s okay.”  And five minutes later, I heard Mom’s car leave the drive.  And before it hit the end of the street, Pammy was at the door of my bedroom.

I looked at my precious little sister.  Twelve now, edging into womanhood, still a pre-teen, though.  The straight lines of her little girl body were changing.  Her hips had taken a decided curve, and her chest was showing the beginnings of breasts, and it had been almost three weeks since I’d touched her.  “Hi, Pammy,” I said. “Are you alright?”  She ran into my arms.

“I miss my brother,” she said, tears in her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and showered me with dozens of quick kisses.  Finally our lips synched and tongues met and emotions gelled and we held onto one another.  “I miss you so much.”

“I miss my Pammy, too, you know.”  I had her pulled tightly. She wiggled and I let her go and she jumped astride my lap and resumed her embrace.  Another long kiss, and this time there was hunger in it.

“I thought I lost you forever,” she said.  “Mom an’ Dad were soooo mad.  They said horrible things.  I cried.  I told them that you never made me do anything, and we just liked playing like that and if they didn’t bring you home I was gonna starve myself and run away.  And I cried all day.  Every day.  And when they tried to talk to me and tell me how this was wrong and you and to be gone I cried some more.”  She looked at me.  “And so they finally had to give up.  And I got you back.”  She smiled shyly.  “DO you still love me like that?”

“You’re my sister.  I will ALWAYS love you, Pammy.”  I looked at those blue eyes and kissed her again.  Hard.  And hugged her hard against me.

She looked into my eyes.  “But, do you, like, still want to DO stuff like we used to?”

I kissed her again.  She relaxed downward into my lap and insinuated her crotch against mine.  And felt a familiar presence.  A twinkle I’d missed for three weeks was in those eyes.  “Something misses me,” she said, and then there was a giggle.

“You betcha,” I said.  “I dreamed about you at night. “ I slid my hands down her sides and cupped a butt cheek in each hand and pulled her against me. “But,” I said, “Pammy, you need to understand something.”

“What?”  Concern clouded her face.

“I love you like a sister, but I love you MORE than that, too, and you know, I was thinking while we were apart.”

She asked, “What were you thinking, Dan?”

“I love you.  Like a sister, but like a girlfriend, and I know we’re young, but I don’t think I will ever love you different or stop loving you either way.  I mean, the sex stuff is fun with you, but it’s like it made us closer than just brother and sister could ever be.  It’s special.  When I do it with you, it’s like we’re gluing ourselves together and nothing can take us apart.  It was fun with Jilly, too, but I didn’t feel like it was gluing us together on the inside.”

Blue eyes gazed into mine.  She stated simply, “I know.  I love you, too.  Like that.”  And another kiss, and I felt her jean-clad crotch slide against my own denim-clad erection, and the movement hardened me to a new level.

I caressed the front of her cotton t-shirt and felt her budding breasts.  My thumbs stroked each nipple and her eyes closed and she sighed, and then fastened her mouth to my neck.  “Gah,” she said, “you make me quiver.”

She stood up and calmly stripped off her clothes to delightful nudity, then while I sat almost in a trance, she knelt in front of me and unbuckled my belt and popped the button on my jeans.  I laid backward across my bed and she pulled the zipper down on my jeans then tugged on them.  I raised my butt up off the bed and she stripped them down to my thighs, then tugged at the waistband of my shorts.  I raised up again and she pulled those down to meet my jeans then relieved me of both.  I sat up and peeled off my own t-shirt.  By the time I’d tossed it aside she was sliding her nude, lithe body along mine and bare skin touched bare skin.

Our naked bodies twined together in a passionate embrace and when we finally broke, the giggle was back.  She slid up a little higher, on her knees astraddle me, her hot pussy leaking juices on my dick and balls, and those new titties were just the hintings of swellings, delectably in front of my face.  Her nipples were hard, pink, with wrinkly little excited aureoles.  My lips found one nipple, my hand found the other, and her breath escaped in a sigh verging on a hiss.  Her hips slid forward dragging her little clit along the ridge on the underside of my dick, then she pressed down and gave a little wiggle, then another giggle.

“Gah, Dan, I missed you soooo much.”  Her hand was behind my head pulling my mouth hard onto her titty.   She twined her fingers in my hair, then pulled me away from her chest and bent her head down and our lips met again.  “I wanna do EVERYTHING!”

“Oh, Pammy, I do too.  I do too.  I’m starving for you.”

“You wanna EAT me?  Is that what my Dan wants?”

“Gosh, yes,” I hissed.

The giggles were like tinkling bells as she swapped directions and I found myself with my sister’s sweet pussy oozing juices in my face.  I started on the outside of her lips, collecting tasty juices, working my way inward toward her cleft.  “Mmmmmmm!” she purred, “mmmmm.”  My tongue was between her pussy lips, lapping droplets out of her hot little hole, and then working toward her button.  My tongue’s first flick of her little nubbin rewarded me with “nnnnnnn, god, yes!” and a shudder.

She relaxed her arms and fell forward and I felt her familiar hand wrap around a dick so hard it could cut diamond.  “Oooooo,” she squealed.  “It missed me.”

As I came up for a breath, I said, “If you pull on it a couple more times like that, it won’t miss you.  It’ll squirt all over you.”

“You’re so bad, “she said, and then her motion presaged the next kaleidoscope of sensations as at long last I felt her tongue and lips meet my dick.  With my dick inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, I hear AND felt the “Mmmmmmm!”

“Slow, down, sweetie,” I said.  “I’m ready to explode already!”

Breathless, “I know.  Me too.  Lick my button.  Hard!”  I obeyed.  She was sliding back and forth on top of me, sliding down, pushing her hot pussy into my face, smearing juices liberally as my tongue worked over her clit, the sliding up, sinking my dick deep in her mouth where her tongue worked it over, and her “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm” served a dual purpose, raising my sensations to almost an unbearable level, something that was subconscious to my sweet little Pammy, because the same “Mmmm, mmm, mmmm” was her audible reaction to what she was feeling at both ends.  And the “Mmmm, mmmm, mmm” was becoming more insistent as I struggled for a little control.  I was on the verge of squirting.  Her “mmmm, mmmmm” changed to “ENNNNNNNNNNNghhhhh” as she went over the edge.  I felt and tasted a gush of juice from her pussy and busied my mouth sucking every bit of it up.

In her orgasm, her teeth closed ever so slightly on the shaft of my dick, pulling the skin up and down with her strokes, then she pushed deeper than ever.  I think I felt her nose against my pubic arch, and then she sucked as she pulled back, and my own orgasm exploded.  Jet after jet of my semen squirted into her mouth and she swallowed greedily, sucking me like she was intent on stripping every last drop from my throbbing balls.  As the last spasms put dribbles into her waiting mouth, she stopped the motions and just gently sucked on my softening dick.

Finally speech returned to us both.  And the first word she spoke was, “I love you, Dan.”

“I love you too, Pammy, god, I love you.”

The she spoke the second words as her tongue flicked the dick in front of her.  “It’s getting hard again.” And her mouth went back over it, sucking it back to erection.

She got up and turned around and straddled me again.  This time my dick was pointed upward and her pussy was in search for its head.  I watched her hips work a little pattern and then the head of my dick found a steamy wet pussy opening and she eased down, my dick sliding into the place it decided was home.  She sat all the way down on it, then straightened up and looked at me from above.  Her head tilted and she grinned.  And giggled.  “It’s home, Dan.  Your dick feels soooo good in me.”  She was calling it “dick” quite often, now, although she still called it “pee-pee” and “thing”.  “Dick” was as graphic as she ever got.

Her hips make a few swirling motions like she was trying to get me seated as deep inside her as I could get.  I was maybe five, five and a half inches now, I we didn’t care.  It was like my dick was tailor made for her pussy.

“I so much love you, little Pammy.”

“Like a sister?”

“Like a sister.”

She giggled.  “Like a sister with your dick in her?”

“Like the most perfect lover I could ever begin to imagine,” I said.  “Perfect in every way.”

She leaned forward and I sucked a nipple into my mouth and bit it lightly.  She moaned and started thrusting against me.  I met her thrust for thrust.  I released her tit and she fell forward and we wrapped each other in an embrace, our upper bodies pressed together, our lower bodies pumping against each other as we kissed, then she leaned back and her hips took on an insistent rhythm that I was wonderfully familiar with.  She was smiling around a bottom lip she was biting; a little concentration crease in her brow was her pussy worked us both towards a second orgasm.

My first or second squirt coincided with the release of the breath she’d been holding for some seconds and she joined me, the two of us coming ecstatically together.  She collapsed full length on top of me and we held onto each other for some wonderful minutes in post-orgasmic bliss.  I could feel our combined juices oozing out of her pussy onto my balls.

“Sweetie,” I said, “we need to clean each other up.  It wouldn’t be right to leave a big mess on the bed for Mom or Dad to find.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said.  “They knew we were gonna do it again, but we don’t have to make a big deal of it.”  And she got up and flipped around to 69 us.  I found enough of our combined juices leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy to get a good mouthful and several delicious tongues full.  Her mouth worked over my dick and balls, cleaning me meticulously.

Of course, by the time she’d finished cleaning me from our second orgasm, I was hard again, a fact that got a series of giggles as she bounced my dickhead with her tongue.  “Remember how Jilly used to say this was a mouthpiece?” she said.

“Yeah, I miss Jilly, but it would have been REAL bad for her if she was around when all this went on,” I said.  “Mom and Dad don’t know about us and Jilly, do they?”

“Oh, no,” said my little Pammy.  “They didn’t ask if we were doin’ stuff with anybody else.  I wonder if we can get Jilly to come visit this summer?”

“I dunno,” I said.  “If she’s doin’ it with other guys, though, we shouldn’t do it with her.  Ya know what they said about diseases.”

“Yeah,” Pammy said thoughtfully.  “But we sure had fun.”  She was idly stroking my again hardened dick.  She looked down at it, then at me, and grinned.  “Got one more in there for me?  I mean, it’s been WEEKS!”  And she was on all fours wiggling her butt at me.  I saw glistening wet pink pussy lips and I was quickly on my knees behind her.

“God, I LOVE this position,” she said.  “I feel so naughty, and you do me so hard! It makes it come so fast!”

And I was behind her, thrusting into her steaming little pussy as she met my dick, thrust for thrust.  Grasping her waist with my hands, I watched her butt slam into my belly, the watched my slick dick slide almost completely out, the back in, each stroke enhanced by the suction of her delightfully tight, and in this position even tighter, pussy.  It wasn’t long before we both succumbed to the actions of my dick thrusting, my balls slapping against her pussy lips, her own thrusts incorporating a little upward tilt of her butt, her little clit searching for contact with my thrusting dick.  I felt my first squirt and pulled her hard back against me to meet it, then a few tiny thrusts as her pussy milked me dry and those little thrusts were what put her over the edge.

It took some effort for us to slide back into 69 to sop up the fluids of our third orgasms, then we both got dressed.  Finally satiated, we lay in bed, fully clothed, in each other’s arms.

“Dan,” Pammy said, “never leave me.”

“I won’t,” I said.

“No, I mean it.  NEVER.  Like in forever.  I love you.”

“Brother?”

“AND boyfriend, and lover, and friend, and everything.  Forever.”

“Pammy,” I said.  “You’re TWELVE.  You’ll change your mind.”

“No, Dan,” she said quietly.  “Will you?”

“Never.  Gonna be kind of hard, though, us being brother and sister, though.”

She sighed.  “Never have to get married.”

“Yeah.  We already have the same last names and everything.”

We cuddled and kissed and fondled each other through our clothes for a while.  Pammy turned her back to me and we spooned up and she guided my hands to her titties and wiggled that delightful little ass into my crotch.

“Hard again?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, “you make it that way.”

“It’s mine,” Pammy giggled.  She scooted down the bed and pushed me over on my back and worked my zipper.

“Pammy,“ my voice almost squeaked as her fingers snaked inside my fly.  “We can’t start again.  Mom’s gonna be back any time now.”

“I know, silly,” she said, smiling.  “I’m just taking it out for a little bit.  If she drives up we’ll hear it an’ you can put it back and I’ll go to my room.”

“Uhhhhh.”  My dick was hard and sticking out of my fly.  She was holding it, stroking the exposed length with one hand and looking up at me as she jacked me.  She was licking her lips.

“I dunno if I can do it again, sweetie.  We just made it squirt three times in an hour.”

“Oh, Dan, sometimes it’s not about you squirting, silly.  Don’t you know?  I like to play with this.”  And her head bobbed downward.  The head of my hard adolescent dick slid between moist lips.  “It’s just like magic to me, how it gets all hard and I like it in my mouth.”

“I’m glad you do, sweetie.  I really like the way you do that.  You’re the best.”

She raised her head.  “You always said that I was better than Jilly.  Was that true?”

“Uh-huh.  Everything you did was better.”

Her head bobbed down again.  With my dick in her mouth she turned her face upward toward me and smiled around it.  “Mmmmmm.  Juices.”  A few more head bobs and slow languorous sucks.

Then we heard a car pull into the drive.  Mom was back.  Pammy jumped up and sprinted into her room.  I stuffed my hard dick back into my pants and zipped up.

I was lying on my stomach with a book open in front of me.  I heard the door open and Mom walked up the hall.  She stuck her head in my room.

“Hi, Mom,” I said.  “Do I need to unload groceries?”

“Thank you, Danny.  I appreciate that.”  I got up and went out to do my little chore.

Mom looked in on Pammy’s room as I squeezed past her in the hall.  “Hi, Pammy.”

“Didja get me something, Mom?” was Pammy’s answer.

“I bought chocolate milk for you and Dan,” Mom said.  “Danny’s unloading it right now.  You each get ONE glass.  You don’t have to drink it all today.”  Mom gazed a bit at Pammy.  “I hope it was okay that I left you alone with Dan.”

Pammy sighed, “Mom, I understand, but you still don’t understand.  Danny NEVER forced me to do anything.  He’s my brother and he takes care of me.  He’d never do anything I didn’t want to do.  Never.”

“And today?”  Mom looked at Pammy.  I guess Pammy’s eyes told on her.  “Never mind.  Don’t tell me.”

“Mommmmm.”

Mom walked into the kitchen as I was putting away the groceries.  She looked at me.  I looked at her, and then over her shoulder I could see Pammy.  Pammy’s eyes.  I wasn’t sure how this new reality was supposed to work.  Who was supposed to know what.  Who was supposed to tell and who was supposed to ask, and I was apprehensive.

“Danny.”  She called me “Danny” when it was in between routine conversation, when she called me “Dan”, and “Daniel Patrick” which meant she was REALLY pissed.  So she was concerned.  “Son, you need to be really careful.  I know boys like to brag about having sex to their friends. But if word ever got out that you and Pammy were doing it, this family would be destroyed.  Destroyed, like in “No more”. “  Mom sighed.  “I knew what would happen when I left Pammy here with you today.  It DID happen, didn’t it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.  “It did.”

She sighed again, heavily.  “I suppose that’s the way we’ll have to be.  If we force you to hide too much, you’ll start taking risks and risks will get us in trouble.  So this is how it will work.  Your dad and I will make sure you get time, and THIS house is the ONLY place.  And NEVER while anyone else is here, cousins, friends, NOBODY.  When there are other people here, you and Pammy are brother and sister, and she’s you little sister and she’s a big pain in your butt just like little sisters are supposed to be.”

By this time, Pammy was in the kitchen behind Mom.  “But I thought you WANTED us to be NICE to each other…”Pammy whined.

Mom turned and fixed Pammy in her gaze.  “Nice is one thing, baby.  Sleeping together is a whole OTHER thing.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Pammy.

“When I think of all those times we found you and Dan sleeping in his bed…”Mom said.

“Mommmm.  He REALLY did read to me.  Really.  And I liked sleeping with him.”

“Yes, baby, but now every time I think about it, I think you were doing more than just sleeping.  Go clean your room.”  Pammy walked back up the hall.

Mom turned back to me.  “I don’t think your dad is quite as understanding of this as I am, son.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

“I will work on him.  It’s how things are going to be.”

“yes, ma’am.”

“Go clean your room while I fix dinner.”

And I left with a million thoughts going through my head.

An hour and a half later my room was immaculate and Dad’s car was pulling into the driveway.  Mom had dinner on the stove and we sat at the table just like everything was normal.

“So,” said Dad, “What happened today?”  He looked at me.

“Nothing much.  Played ‘flyers and grounders’ with Terry and Paul.  Was reading that book I got from the library.”

Mom said, “I went grocery shopping.  I bought us a nice roast for this Sunday.”

Pammy was picking at her food now.  Dad saw this.  “You went shopping with Mom?” he asked.

“No sir,” Pammy answered.  “She let me stay here.”

Dad’s eye met Mom’s.  Mom looked down and back up.  “They’re plenty old enough to leave by themselves, dear,” she said.

Dad wasn’t exactly bubbly when he replied.  “Yes, I supposed they are, you know. I suppose they are.”  He changed the subject.  They’d found a new couple to play cards with on Friday evenings.  Bills were due.  How about a new car this year?  Painting the house.  Life.

After supper, Pammy and I did the dishes.  I was finishing the drying and Pammy headed to take her bath.  I was on the floor watching TV with Mom and Dad until Pammy came back into the living room, clad in her pajamas.  It was my turn in the bathroom and twenty minutes later I was back in the living room with the family, wearing my own pajamas.  Pammy was lying on her stomach on the rug in the center of the room, chin propped in her hands, watching TV.  I sat on an overstuffed chair. Mom and Dad were on the sofa, Dad with his arm around Mom.

Pammy stood up.  “Dad,” she said, “can I sit with Dan like I used to do?  I’m tired of the floor now.”

Dad looked at me, then Pammy, then Mom.  Mom nodded slightly.  “Steve,” she said, “they can’t stay six feet apart forever when we’re around.”

Dad spoke to Pammy, “Sure you can, baby.  Sure you can.”

Pammy slid in beside me and turned sideways into a position we used for years, I sitting in the chair in the normal position, Pammy crosswise, her back against the padded arm, her butt in the gap between the arm and my legs and her legs across mine.  I can’t say that all those years we’d sat like that, that we were completely without what passed for sexual thought when we were both pre-teens, but it was mostly innocent.  The fact today, though, was that not only did Pammy and I both know of our growing sexuality, but Mom and Dad knew too.  It was more than a little bit awkward for a bit, then we stopped thinking about it as Dad returned to watching TV and laughed at the antics on the screen.

That was a sign that things were getting less strained.