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Two Forbidden
by Ulyssa Kincaid (ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com)

***

A young woman's sexuality is awakened by her older 
brother. (MF-teens, inc, 1st)

***

Let's see, how do I put this delicately? I don't. 
Ulyssa was forced to give up a baby during high school. 
And the story behind that is a real goody.

To set the stage, I think I'd have to take you back 
fifteen years or so to our high school days. She'd been 
invited to her friend Gina's slumber party. They always 
called them that, although nobody ever slept. It was 
always one of those typical make-up and gossipy things 
that girls enjoy. 

I came along with Lyssa, and I watched while she 
painted Gina's toenails with some ungodly glitter 
compound whose manufacturer would later be found guilty 
of dumping toxic pollutants into the water table and 
increasing the chances tenfold for everyone in three 
counties to develop cancer.

However, the conversation soon turned to a subject much 
more to my interest. 

"If you were to let someone other than your husband 
take your virginity," Autumn Walsh asked as she patted 
some green goop all over her face. "Who would you 
choose?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Look," Autumn said. "We all know that we might not 
marry the first man we fuck."

"Autumn!" Gina was deliciously shocked by the word. 
Back in those days such things shocked us. A lot of the 
other girls giggled. Lyssa smiled.

"C'mon, tell me," she demanded. "Who is your choice to 
be first?" 

"If you're serious," a girl named Dorthea chimed in. "I 
know exactly who I'd want."

"Who?" 

"Gary Magnusson," Dorthea answered softly. "Don't you 
think he's just perfect? I think Lyssa is sooo lucky to 
have him for a brother."

I could tell that even though Lyssa pretended to be 
unconcerned, every fiber of her being was attuned to 
this conversation. It was merely her body language 
which appeared to be indifferent to what was being said 
around her.

"Stop it you two!" Gina said. "You're going to creep 
Lyssa out."

"Ulyssa, are you creeped out?" Autumn smiled. She'd had 
two thousand dollars worth of cosmetic work done on her 
mouth, so her smile always seemed to be both too 
perfect and too fake. 

Lyssa merely shrugged. 

"Well, I am," Gina stated. "So knock it off."

"Oh, Gina, that's just because you agree with me," 
Dorthea interrupted her. "C'mon, Lyssa, can't you 
imagine somebody like your brother taking one of your 
girl friends to bed?"

Lyssa shrugged again. "Whatever."

"Stop it right now. Both of you leave Lyssa alone."

Of course, I saw something in Ulyssa's eyes that the 
others never saw. I saw that she'd have quite a story 
to tell soon enough.

Marlene.



Author's Note:

I don't know why Marlene had to bring all of that up 
now. I remember one of my lovers examining my body just 
to play doctor, so to speak. He ran across those 
remarkably dim stretch marks, and other than running 
his fingers along them, tracing them from rib cage 
downward, he didn't say anything about them.

Did he recognize them for what they were? I can't 
answer that. But I eventually told him some of the 
story I'll relate as of now. I've had some very special 
men in my life: one of them forbidden—another one 
taboo. Both my men were irresistible.


The Rock Concert


The first rock concert I ever attended, I went as the 
guest of my big brother, Gary. Yes, this is the same 
Gary the girls were referring to at Gina's slumber 
party. He'd been hoping to go with his steady 
girlfriend, Janice, but she was being dragged back to 
her family's home state of Indiana because her 
grandfather just died. 

I could hear him pleading on the phone. "But Janice, 
I've got this extra ticket. What am I going to do with 
it?" 

Obviously she'd given him the answer I'd expected her 
to give. 

"Take who? You've gotta be kidding," he mumbled. "Why 
would I want Lyssa tagging along?" 

**Because I'm the only girl she trusts you with, 
doofus!** I smirked at that. The whole situation was 
pretty curious after all. 

Months earlier, I'd gone to one of those make-up and 
gossip overnights that we used to call slumber parties, 
and I heard some of the girls fantasize about "likely 
candidates" to use for surrendering their virginity. 
When one of the girls mentioned Gary's name, I started 
to say something, but then a voice inside my head told 
me to remain quiet and listen. 

"Doesn't listening to them talk about your brother like 
that creep you out?" my friend, Gina, asked me that 
night. 

"Yeah, I guess." I lied back then. We're a pretty small 
high school. Apparently word of that night got back to 
Janice. So her answer to dilemma is to have her 
boyfriend take his sister. 

**Wrong answer,** I thought on the night of the 
concert. Because even if he wouldn't give any of those 
other little chickies the time of day, Gary couldn't 
possibly ignore me. 
 

Much about the concert was a blur to me. Once we found 
our seats, Cheryl and I were book-ended by the two 
guys. My brother, Gary sat to my left, while his friend 
Daniel sat to Cheryl's right. At sixteen, Cheryl was a 
year older than me. Both of the guys were seventeen.

To all the hard rock fans' delight, the opening act was 
The James Gang who remained on the road even after the 
loss of guitarist/songwriter Joe Walsh. The reformed 
group sang a series of rather interesting covers of 
their old Joe Walsh tunes -- Walk Away and Funk 49. 

They were obviously there to please the crowd of 
students taking advantage of Southern College's rock 
concert series. Of course, the band comported 
themselves beautifully through Straight Shooter and a 
twelve minute version of The Bomber. Still, by the time 
the main attraction began, the concert hall was 
pleasantly charged with the growing excitement. 

We'd been sitting together long enough that the heat 
and aroma of the moment had made the sweat turn 
directly into pheromones. Although I'd taken great care 
to be clean and deodorized, I felt my perspiration rise 
under my sweater and skirt. My bra itched under my 
cashmere sweater, and my pantyhose made that soft 
swishing sound with it's accompanying feeling every 
time I crossed my legs. For the first time in my life, 
I hadn't worn any panties under my pantyhose. There was 
just me and the distinct itch of the gusset free nylon 
under my skirt. 

I turned and looked at my brother. Marlene had 
convinced me to sneak into Gary's room, and I'd found 
the various men's magazines he'd hidden under his 
mattress. Not only did they have those pictures of 
naked women in various poses, but there were the 
stories--Oh God, such stories as to make my head swim. 
I could hardly read the sentences on these pages 
without losing my breath and feeling my nipples harden 
with each new descriptive passage. 

He did what to her? You mean right between her legs! 
How is that done? Pantyhose worn without panties! I'd 
wanted very badly to know how these things were done, 
because deep inside of me, I already knew why. 

Suddenly the band started up strong and the vocal 
strains of Guitar Man began to fill the air as a 
spotlight hit the stage illuminating David Gates as he 
stepped out in front of his audience. For a second I 
was so excited that I thought my heart was going to 
pound out to the same rhythm as the drums. 
Unconsciously, I reached to my left with both hands to 
take hold of Gary's muscular right arm for a lingering 
moment. His solid masculine presence felt reassuring in 
the dim light. 

"Sis," my brother whispered. "What are you doing?" 

"Oops, sorry. I got carried away," I replied. But I 
didn't let go immediately, I waited to see what he'd 
do. 

"Hey, no complaints," Gary finally said. "It's kind of 
sweet." 

It worked! I was blushing, but here in the darkness of 
the concert hall, nobody was paying us the least bit of 
attention. Well, nobody but Gary, and he carefully left 
his hand on the arm rest between our seats. Graciously, 
I patted his hand with mine before I placed my hands 
back into my lap. I think he saw something new in my 
face, as he sat there next to me. The smile stayed on 
Gary's face, but in his eyes was the knowledge that 
other things had changed. Maybe everything. 

Okay, maybe I didn't know what had changed between us 
either, but we both sure as hell suspected something 
was different. Hey, at least I wasn't as skinny and 
naive as all my little classmates and girl friends--all 
of whom adored Gary because he was a mature seventeen, 
very good looking, and not only did he have his own 
car, but he wouldn't stoop to give any of them the time 
of day. 

I intentionally slid my left leg closer to where he'd 
placed his right leg. 

There was a curious strength to a Bread concert which 
none of us readily understood. The constant bombardment 
of their staple love songs such as It Don't Matter To 
Me, Lost Without Your Love, Diary, and especially If. 
Soon had many of the people in the audience enraptured. 
In our companions' case, you could almost sense their 
heat rising to the ceiling of the auditorium. With Gary 
and I there began a sweet collusion of touches and 
murmurs as each song swept us up into the story and 
then set us down once again to relive some stormy 
passion of the past or maybe a dream of the future. 

A dream of the future, I thought. A dream that 
shouldn't be. 

During Bread's rendition of Baby I'm A Want You, I 
dropped my head down onto Gary's shoulder just to 
snuggle possessively against his warmth for a few 
moments. Although we'd had no particular memories of 
this song from the past, tonight the song seemed to say 
something particularly heartfelt to both of us. As I 
found myself cuddling with Gary under the pleasant 
spell of the concert, I could sense Gary taking 
advantage of our growing rapture hidden in the 
darkness. Pressing a warm kiss against my neck, he 
whispered, "Never thought I'd say this to my own 
sister, but I'm glad you came along with me tonight." 

I turned my head to whisper into his ear, but found 
myself staring directly into his face. At that moment, 
it certainly didn't take much persuasion for Gary to 
draw my face slowly up to his; so that, right there in 
the darkness of the concert hall, I could capture his 
warm lips in a honey-sweet kiss. 

Oblivious to whomever might be watching us, I pressed 
against his lips. Sweet, intoxicating, but short-lived, 
our kiss had been so fleeting that Gary probably 
wondered if he'd imagined it. When the song finished, I 
decided to rest my head on his shoulder for just a 
little while longer. His kiss had been so dreamy that I 
wondered if it had been real. But the strong arm 
holding mine seemed very real at that moment. 

Sitting alone with an acoustic guitar, David Gates sang 
the plaintive beginning to one of my favorite songs. 
"Hey -- have you ever tried, really reaching out for 
the other side..." and I sighed just loud enough for 
Gary to hear. Then I clutched his arm once more, and 
leaned decidedly to the left. I exposed a length of 
thigh under my skirt and prayed that he'd get the hint. 

Slowly trying not to dislodge my grip on his arm, Gary 
dropped his large hand down onto my knee. The heat from 
his fingers radiated straight through my pantyhose and 
singed my flesh. Delighted, I decided not to move under 
his hand. The song began to swell into the "I Want To 
Make It With You" chorus and it held both of us in 
thrall to the music and to the moment for the rest of 
the song. 

Very slowly and very deliberately, Gary slid his hand 
up my thigh. Never threatening, never harsh, merely 
exhibiting a lot of loving tenderness, his fingers 
crept carefully along the surface of my pantyhose. 
Thrilled beyond my comprehension, I sought to yield to 
him, not worried about who might see -- including his 
friends Cheryl and Daniel. 

I closed my eyes as Gary's hand slipped further and 
further up my skirt. I refused to resist. Even when his 
fingers lightly touched the now dampened tricot of my 
pantyhose, I remained passive. A very tiny tingle 
seemed to circle just inside where the single finger 
stroked at the gusset of my soaked pantyhose. Carefully 
I lifted the folds of my skirt and used them to cover 
his hand movements. 

Sighing loudly into Gary's ear and closing my eyes, I 
heaved my chest out with anxious excitement. I think my 
brother was surprised that I wasn't fighting him, I 
opened my thighs just a tiny bit more, and his finger 
slipped inward. 

"Damn it," Gary whispered. "Stuff like this isn't 
supposed to happen between siblings. I just wish you 
didn't feel so damn good." 

I smiled. My little internal tingle gave way to a body 
wide tremble. Suddenly caught by surprise, I gripped my 
armrest to keep from quivering uncontrollably in my 
seat under his manipulations. What I really wanted to 
do was to reach over and grab the large bulge behind 
Gary's zipper. What would he say then? What would he 
do? Then, as the quivering in my body settled in unison 
to the quiet plaintive decrescendo of the band, David 
Gates and Bread finished the song which had transformed 
into our song: "I really think that we could make it, 
girl." 

We spoke innocently about the concert all the way home. 
Finally Gary dropped Cheryl and Daniel off and we 
headed for home as well. Surprisingly my brother drove 
us back in silence. I couldn't get a feel for where his 
mind was at during the entire short ride home. 

"Hey," I said after we pulled up behind Dad's truck. 
"What usually happens after a couple has been out on a 
date?" 

"What?" he turned toward me as if he didn't understand 
my question. 

"Doesn't your date get a goodnight kiss?" 

"We're parked here behind dad's truck for Christ sake," 
he muttered. 

"All the better," I replied. "Nobody can see us through 
it." 

"Jesus, I dunno, Lyss." His words said no, but he 
turned fully toward me, and I could see a new fire lit 
just behind the irises of his eyes. "This is taking 
quite a chance." 

"Just a kiss, Gary," I said. "How can it hurt?" 

He sighed and timidly bent his lips down, as if to 
touch mine with a brotherly peck. I grabbed his face on 
either side and clamped my lips up against his. 
Surprised, he opened his mouth to protest with a 
startled: "Hey!" 

I clumsily stuck my tongue into his mouth as deep as I 
could force it. He started to pull away, but I followed 
his head and shoulders right across the driver's seat, 
and kept my grip on his lips at the same time. 

Eventually, he broke free. "I'll show you a kiss, Miss 
Lyss." 

With a strength that I didn't realize he possessed, 
Gary forced me down flat against the front seat. This 
time he swooped down and clamped his mouth onto mine, 
jamming his tongue deep into my mouth to play and 
thrust and parry with my own tongue. But soon the rough 
playfulness stopped, and Gary discovered what I 
instinctively knew--he wanted to kiss me. He shifted 
his arms around me until he held me tight. My brother 
lay on top of me and we shared a new sweet intimacy in 
place of our roughhousing. 

"Touch me," I pleaded, gasping beneath his weight. "Put 
your hand up my skirt again." 

"We have to go inside," he told me. But his hand 
slipped down to grip me along the outside of my hip. 
"You know they saw us drive up." 

"It doesn't matter," I murmured. "Touch me!"

"I can't now," he whispered. "Not yet. Not here."

"Promise me you'll touch me." Awkwardly, I reached for 
the bulge under his pants. "Promise me you'll do it 
again." 

But with that, Gary took his hand away. "Lyss, stop 
it," he whispered. "We have to go in." 

I reached up to kiss him once more. He didn't fight my 
kiss. "Promise me, Gary, promise me, please." 

"All right, I promise. Now straighten yourself up and 
let's go in." 

As I got out of the car, I noticed that he had lipstick 
mussed on his face. 

"Wait!" I took a Kleenex and wiped his lips, chin and 
cheek off. "Go straight to the bathroom as soon as you 
get in and wash your face." 

"Well," Mom said as we came in. "Did you two kids have 
a good time at that concert?" 

"Yeah, it was okay," Gary replied. "I'll be right back, 
Mom, I have to go to the bathroom." 

"I had a wonderful time," I beamed as I waltzed over to 
my mother to give her a hug and a kiss. Then I danced 
her around so that she couldn't watch Gary leave the 
kitchen. I'm certain that my enthusiasm took her 
completely by surprise. "It was a great concert! 
Probably the best concert in the whole wide world." 

"Well, at least somebody was impressed. That was really 
sweet of you to take your sister like that, Gary," Mom 
said turning to talk to Gary's back. "We'll have to 
figure out a way to repay you for that." 

"Oh, don't worry," Gary replied. "I think Ulyssa's been 
working on different ways to repay me for most of the 
drive home. Any ideas, sis?" 

"I dunno." I shrugged. "Let's see what comes up." 


The Family Cottage


I'd always been destined to be a victim of big 
tobacco's propaganda. Sure, I was supposed to be 
washing the screens in front of the lake cottage, but I 
nipped a couple of cancer sticks from Dad's package of 
Lucky Strikes and hid myself in the heavy brush across 
the street from our cottage. 

Every year, a couple of weekends before Memorial Day, 
Mom and Dad dragged my brother, my sister, and me up to 
help open the cottage for our richer relatives. We'd 
been forced to do it for years, and, naturally, we 
hated it. 

We didn't realize at the time that Mom and Dad hated it 
too, we just knew that this year would be worse than 
ever. This year, my sister, Suzanne, got out of pre-
season clean-up by pretending she had to finish a paper 
for college, so it was just the four of us doing the 
dirty work on a cottage which was twice the size of our 
house in town.

For years during the long drive to the lake, I'd 
fidgeted in the back seat repeating the usual kid's 
question: "Are we there yet?" You know how much parents 
love that from a child.

Over the last couple of years, I'd ask, "Are we there 
yet?" and when one of my parents answered "No," then 
I'd ask: "Is it all right if I drive?"

From my vantage point behind a cluster of bushes next 
to a couple of fir trees, I could see my brother, Gary, 
come out through the screen door of the lake cottage. 

"Lyssa!" he called out. "Dinner!" 

"Over here, Gary," I shouted back. I took a quick long 
drag on the cigarette I'd been hiding. He walked across 
the road to find me.

"C'mon, Mom's got dinner ready," Gary said. Then he 
took a look at my right hand and shook his head. "Oh 
shit! What are you doing with Dad's cigarettes?" 

I shrugged. "I don't like Mom's." 

"You idiot. If he finds out, he'll throw a fit." 

"You won't tell them, will you?" I already knew the 
answer to that, or at least I thought I did.

"What's in it for me?" 

I smiled.

Earlier that afternoon, the two of us took a break from 
cleaning, and decided to take a walk down by those 
woods a mile or so from the lake cottage which Dad's 
family owned. We were the poor relations; so, instead 
of paying an equal share of the cottage mortgage and 
expenses, we were responsible for the upkeep, cleaning, 
and maintenance. I later found out that Mom and Dad 
resented the other family members for their 
condescending expectations, but they tried not to show 
it during family gatherings.

About half a mile down the gravel road, I started to 
complain about my swimsuit. 

"Why are you so upset about that bathing suit," Gary 
asked. 

"Because all my friends are buying bikinis, and I have 
to wear this dowdy looking one piece antique bathing 
suit with the wide shoulder straps and those stupid 
tutu ruffles circling my hips." 

"Would you rather swim in a two piece that would 
inevitably slip off in the water or be safe and secure 
in that one piece suit?" he remarked. Gary got this big 
shit-eating grin on his face, and, more than anything, 
I needed to wipe it off.

"What's the fun of wearing a swimsuit if it doesn't 
slip off and tease all the right people," I replied. 

Gary laughed. "Now, c'mon. If you really wanted to, you 
could lose your top even in a one piece. Am I right?" 

"I guess you are at that," I said. Then I pointed 
toward the woods. "Come with me."

"What?" He may have been my brother, but I knew from 
the men's magazines he had hidden in his room that he 
always was a sucker for a woman's tits. When I got into 
the foliage, not only did I flash him from the top, but 
I peeled that damn suit totally off just to catch him 
off guard. Boy, did I get him going. Suddenly a large 
indicator at the front of Gary's trunks pointed 
lopsided toward his right leg. 

Naked, I walked over to him and quickly reached down. 
Grasping his bulge quite firmly, I murmured. "Gee, I 
wonder what this is?" 

But instead of pulling back, like I expected him to do, 
Gary leaned forward, took hold of my arms with his 
hands and kissed me. Any other sister might have 
protested. But I enjoyed the touch of those masculine 
hands roaming along my naked skin. I yanked his swim 
trunks down passed his knees rather eagerly and kneeled 
in front of him with my knees in the lake grass. The 
next thing we both knew, I'd wrapped my lips around his 
erection. 

"Lyss," Gary whispered. "We better not." 

"Mmuuh-mmm," I answered as best as I could with my 
mouth full like that. Though he couldn't quite 
understand my answer, Gary knew it was contrary to his 
protest. My fingers both encircled and pulled at his 
penis until Gary got bigger and much more solid. Of 
course, my lips tasted and explored the strangely 
familiar excitement of examining his hard-on. 

I knew Gary could tell that I was unfamiliar with the 
feel of a man in my mouth, but I also guessed that he 
understood I'd make up for my lack of experience with 
my own youthful exuberance. I remained down on my knees 
in front of him for well over five minutes, licking and 
kissing, sucking and squeezing his dick with every bit 
of energy and strength I could muster until I heard 
Gary gasp. I sensed that his panting had become 
uncontrollable, and I watched his body begin to quake 
and shudder. I knew that he'd either give into my 
ministrations or faint where he stood. 

Turns out Gary wasn't the fainting kind. At the last 
second, I pulled my mouth away from his glans and 
smiled. "Are we there yet?" 

Gary nearly howled, and I gripped him tightly with both 
hands, all the while that initial spurt of semen 
flashed out through that tiny eyelet he had chiseled 
into the end of his cock. His first stream of sperm 
splashed onto my nose, lips and chin. The second spewed 
out onto my right breast. I clamped my mouth back onto 
his cock to sip and taste all the rest. It wasn't so 
bad, you know. 

After I'd licked the last strings of semen from his 
waning erection, I stood up, put my arms around Gary's 
neck and moved my face to his. 

"Damn, Lyss, after the concert kissing you was about 
the only fantasy I'd allowed myself," Gary whispered. 
"Well, that and maybe feeling these luscious breasts 
and nibbling at these nipples straining your tee-
shirt."

He fastened his lips onto mine and I felt his jaws open 
slightly, enough to snake his tongue through my own 
widening mouth. I let him realize that he could taste 
his own semen from my mouth. 

Just when I thought we'd lose all control again, I 
decided to break the kiss. I smiled at him. "Hey Bro, 
we'd better be getting back. We don't want Mom and Dad 
worrying about us, do we?" 

For a moment Gary stood there paralyzed with delight 
and confusion as I donned my swim suit again and turned 
to walk back up the gravel road toward the family 
cottage. About twenty steps away, I turned back to him 
and snickered. "Aren't you coming, Bro?" 

I ran and skipped back up the gravel road, looking back 
once or twice to see if Gary was chasing me. He got his 
trunks back into place and started running to catch up. 
"I'll show you coming."

Now, it was dinner time, and we were hidden behind the 
green overgrowth of the bushes across the street from 
the family cottage. "Come over here." 

We made certain that we were well camouflaged before I 
threw my arms around his neck and put my lips to his 
ear. "We both know how far you stick out. I found that 
out this afternoon." 

"What are you getting at?" But he brought his lips down 
to my neck and kissed me wetly there. 

"I think we oughta find out just how deep you can go 
in," I murmured.

"When?" 

No protests. No hemming and hawwing, just: "When?"

I smiled into his eyes. "How about tonight?" 

Gary smiled back, and lowered his head to kiss me. That 
kiss lasted either a few seconds or for eternity.

"Is this what you want, Gary?" I asked softly as I 
lifted my tee-shirt to reveal the firmness of my 
breasts. 

His hands and his lips went directly for my boobs. But, 
at the same moment, we heard another call. 

"Gary! Lyssa! Come on!" Mom's voice sailed across the 
breeze. "Dinner's getting cold." 

Dinner was about the only thing that I'd venture to 
call cold at that particular moment. We both sighed in 
the heat of the moment. Then we broke apart and crossed 
the street trying to act like two siblings who could 
care less about each other. 

Mom and Dad planned to leave us alone as usual that 
night; so that they could run off to the Pine Log road 
house. After all, Gary and I didn't need a babysitter, 
we were both old enough to be trusted. 

Yeah, Gary could be trusted all right. I was counting 
on that. 

By 7:30 that evening, Mom and Dad were gone. We pulled 
every blind and curtain in the cottage shut, and the 
only light we left on was the one in the bathroom. 

"Close your eyes," Gary said. "I have a surprise for 
you." 

I giggled and touched the front of his pants. "I'll bet 
you do." 

"Not yet, Sis. C'mon, close your eyes." 

I did and Gary placed a thin dry object right on my 
lower lip. I opened my eyes, and giggled and sighed 
happily at the same time. It was a Marlboro Red. "Oh, 
God, Gary, thank you!"

"You shouldn't start smoking, you know." 

I pulled back instinctively. "You're not gonna take it 
away are you?" 

He laughed, shook his head, and pulled out a book of 
matches. "Here." My gentleman brother lit the match and 
held it to the business end of the cigarette. 

I puffed two or three times, and then took a deep drag. 
I had to fight back an unexpected choke down in my 
lungs. The first wafts of smoke seared a tiny bit of 
tissue in my eye. But I didn't tell that to him. I was 
scared, and I was excited, and I was anxious. But, if I 
wanted Gary to treat me like an adult woman, I'd better 
act like one. "I'd always suspected that you smoked, 
but you're really good about hiding it." 

He lit one for himself. Then Gary said the strangest 
thing to me. "Did you pee? You'd better do that." 

"What? Really?" 

"Sis, have you ever--done this before?" 

I shook my head. 

"I didn't think so," he replied. "Take my advice and 
pee." 

I did as he told me, but, just to spite him, I left the 
bathroom door open. I took a drag on my cigarette, 
followed that with a deep breath and asked the question 
that bothered me a lot. "Gary! Have you--I mean you've 
done this before, haven't you?" 

Gary nodded. I felt both relieved and a little hurt. I 
know it wasn't a reasonable assumption to be hurt, 
there it was. 

"Gina was right," I said. "She told me that Brenda 
White told her that you and Kathy...did it. At the time 
I didn't believe her." 

He smiled, but didn't answer me. 

I peeled off my shorts and panties, and once I'd 
dropped them to the bathroom floor, I kicked them away. 
All I had left was my top and my bra, and, as I sat 
trying to relax enough to empty my bladder, both of 
those came off. I exited the bathroom totally naked. 

I lay on my back finishing the cigarette that Gary gave 
me, and watched as he quickly got out of his clothes. 
Yeah, I thought, my girlfriends were right. My brother 
was definitely the top candidate at our school for 
taking a girl's virginity. He'd be my choice as well, I 
told myself, not thinking as to why I was wondering 
about that. 

"Gary," I whispered. "Did you know I found your 
collection of dirty magazines?" 

He looked me in the eyes. "You never put them back in 
the same place, Lyssa. Of course, I suspected."

"You don't mind?" 

"Not really. But, do you mind?" he asked. "I mean, 
don't the pictures gross you out?"

"Not really. That is... I mean, I-I love -- you know -- 
the stories."

He looked down at me. "Yeah, you would at that. Put 
that cigarette in the ashtray, Ulyssa. We don't want to 
set the bed on fire. And we're going to be very... 
busy."

I giggled. At the last second I tried to sink real deep 
into the bed as if that would make me more of a part of 
the experience. Boy, was I wrong. I could feel the 
itchy prickle of hairy arms and legs sliding across my 
knees and thighs--my torso and my breasts, and the next 
thing I knew Gary's head loomed directly over mine. He 
brought his lips down and we kissed just like we had 
earlier that day. I opened my mouth and waited for 
Gary's tongue to come search out mine, and then we 
played and explored and he kept shifting and straddling 
my body until suddenly events startled me out of my 
fantasy kiss. 

Oh, God! I opened my eyes very wide. I knew exactly 
where Gary's hands were on my body, one was on my arm 
and the other caressed my shoulder, but now something 
new was touching me right at the junction where my 
thighs met. A big part of him nudged bluntly against my 
pussy lips and I almost jumped out of my skin. 

I breathed out. "Whoa!" 

"You okay?" he murmured. "You don't want me to stop, do 
you?" 

What could I say? The truth. "No! Don't stop!" 

I know his hand slipped down between my legs and the 
next thing I knew a bulging chunk of firm flesh pushed 
up and parted the lips of my vagina. I held my breath. 
I later found out that you're not supposed to do that, 
but what did I know. I started getting dizzy from lack 
of oxygen. I mean, hell, here I was crushed under my 
own brother's weight, unable to catch my breath, and 
all the time something hard and thick and warm is 
thrusting its way up inside my body from down below my 
abdomen. 

Gary reached between us and guided the tip of his penis 
to my entrance. I lifted my hips to try to help, but 
Gary said to hold still and let him do it. I got my 
knees up almost to his shoulders, trying to make myself 
easier for him to penetrate. I felt his tip enter me. 
Gary pushed, and I could feel him touch the obstruction 
about an inch or so inside my vagina. "Wait! Don't push 
so--oww! Not so hard!" 

Gary seemed to hesitate for a moment, then whispered, 
"This is going to hurt, Sis. If it does, I'm sorry, but 
I'm not about to stop now." 

I was about to tell him to go ahead when he pushed hard 
into me, and then stopped. As he pushed, I could feel 
myself stretching and stretching and stretching . He 
continued to push, and suddenly there was a burning, 
tearing pain. Although I tried not to, it really hurt 
and I know I cried out. "Oww, Gary, no!" 

Everything came to a halt. Something had torn inside 
me. I knew from health class that it had to be my 
hymen, but let me tell you illustrations in a textbook 
do not do justice to the reality. That hurt me. I 
couldn't help it. It hurt!. Suddenly, though, the pain 
was over and I just felt him inside me, big, hot. Ohh, 
my God, I thought, Gary's inside me. I had that long 
thick part of my brother that every single one of my 
girlfriends longed to have penetrate them right inside 
of my own body. His penis felt huge, and it was--Wow! 

Gary held still inside me, but I could feel him 
throbbing and jerking. Gary had balanced most of his 
weight on his hands and we were really only touching 
where our bodies were conjoined. I whispered that I 
wanted to be kissed, and he lowered himself to his 
elbows. I pulled him down to me with my arms and hands. 

His penis nestled in my pussy, his tongue plunged into 
my mouth, and mine played with his. My arms snaked 
around him, my legs open high and wide to him. This was 
fabulous. Then everything changed, just as I knew it 
would. Gary had pushed in as far as he could go, filled 
me up as much as was to be, and I sensed that. Now he 
did something I didn't expect. We kissed for a long 
time, deeply and passionately. 

My pussy felt totally full of him, and his body felt 
hot. I whispered, "Is it... are you all the way in?" 

"Put your hand down and feel." 

When I did I was astonished to feel at least half of 
his penis still outside, and the outer lips of my pussy 
were stretched tightly around the hardness of his cock. 
The inner lips were stretched so much that I couldn't 
tell where they were. Where am I going to put the rest 
of him? Completely full, overflowing, and with no room 
for more, I just wasn't deep enough to take any more. 
Was this enough for Gary? I wondered, because I knew 
this was all I could take. 

Then Gary shoved hard, and I felt something give way 
inside, kind of a crunch rattled up inside me. It's a 
sound you hear from the inside, not through your ears. 
Like the way a girl can hear her teeth come together 
when she chews, but nobody else can hear it. It didn't 
really hurt, it was just a feeling that something got 
moved around, and things were never going to be quite 
the same up in there. Something inside me had been 
permanently rearranged. 

Since I still had my hand caught between us, I felt for 
his penis. But it was gone! Gary's pubic hair pressed 
tightly against the outside of my pussy, but his cock 
had disappeared completely inside me. I thought I felt 
full before, but it was nothing like this! I was being 
stretched inside, and it felt incredible. 

"Oh, that feeling," I gasped. "I'm so full of you and 
you're soooo hot!" I moaned--loudly, and I heard Gary 
chuckle over me. Then he moved his hips.

Now, let me explain the classic teenaged girl's 
scenario. The boy puts his thing right up the girl's 
pee-hole and then when the time is right, he unleashes 
the sperm, and we get a baby. 

Nobody said anything about after his dick slips all the 
way in, it pulls out only to thrust back in again. Why 
would a man do that? I soon found out. Maybe the second 
or third thrust did nothing for me, but five or six or 
nine or thirteen thrusts later, I understood. For one 
thing he must have figured out a way to make me more 
slippery, because after ten or twenty thrusts, it was 
easier to let Gary slide in and out of me. I didn't 
know how that worked, but I'd sure as hell take it over 
the discomfort of the alternative. God, I was starting 
to really like this novel feeling. 

My brother held still as he throbbed inside me, then he 
pulled back an inch or two and slowly slid back in, all 
the way. Then he pulled back further and slowly slid 
back in. Gary would pull out so far that only his cock 
head was left inside me. Then he'd push back in, all 
the way. Each time he put his full length into me, I 
could feel the tip push something out of the way so it 
could get past. 

"Are we there yet?" I whispered.

"I love you, Lyssa." The way he said that sounded so 
different from the way a brother would tell his sister 
he loves her, that I opened my eyes again and looked up 
at Gary's face. 

No, this definitely had nothing to do with 
brother/sister talk; and, when I answered him in my 
soft little sister's voice, my words came out 
differently as well. "I love you too, Gary." 

Gary was my brother, but he wasn't merely my brother 
anymore. He started to move in and out of me much 
faster now. There was none of the timidness between us 
any more. Something else had changed. The muscles of 
his body began to convulse and quake as Gary held onto 
me. 

I was quivering under him. God help me, I loved the 
feel of myself opening for him each time he plunged 
into me. After a while, just as I started to feel a 
little sore from all the rubbing down below, Gary 
started breathing faster.

"Gary? You're trembling," I whispered.

Then he groaned. "Oh, Lyss, I can't hold back any 
longer." 

He started stroking in and out of me hard, even a 
little roughly. It felt wonderful, and I was getting to 
close to my own climax when I felt him grow huge inside 
me and he plunged very hard and deep, moving whatever 
that was deep inside me roughly aside as he stretched 
me more than ever before.

"Hold back from what?" 

But Gary was fucking me harder and faster. 

"Ulyssa, I love you." As if that was all that had to be 
said. Then Gary shuddered and gasped and panted and 
sweated and clutched me closer than anyone ever 
clutched me in my life. I watched his face go red and 
his eyes shut tightly. And then my brother grunted and 
released a huge breathy blast of air into my ear. 

There was a brand new kind of throbbing deep inside me. 
And Gary gasped and panted again and again, dropping 
his weight down on me like some worn out gymnast fallen 
onto a canvas mat. He was heavy. But I didn't mind. I 
could hold him, and that was okay. I sensed another 
change in him though. That part of him shoved deep 
inside of me wasn't as hard as it had been before. 

After a minute or two Gary surprised the shit out of me 
by pulling himself free from my vagina, and rolling off 
of me. What was that all about? I was covered with 
Gary's sweat and mine, but it was farther down where 
the real shock lay. I'd been soaked, covered by a 
sticky mess that dribbled from inside the wide open 
hole at my loins. White sticky liquid clung to my 
thighs and seeped down into my butt puddling up on the 
bed sheet. I put my fingers down between the lips of my 
pussy. God, was it wet! "Wow! I am so wet." 

"Uhh," my brother grunted. "What?" 

"I can't believe this happened." 

I saw a look of guilt cross his face, part pain, part 
fear and apprehension. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, Lyssa. Are 
you okay?"

"Okay?" I laughed and took my hands out of my vagina 
long enough to grab Gary's face and give him a sloppy 
kiss. "Of course, I'm okay." I paused and then let my 
fingers linger back into the slick juices of my loins. 
"Can we do it again?" 

"Give me a minute," he replied. 

I snuggled naked against Gary's naked body when all of 
a sudden we heard the familiar knocking pistons of 
Dad's car.

"Shit! They're back!" Gary said. "What're they doing 
back so early?" I could see the unspoken words on his 
face said--"What'll we do now?" At seventeen men are 
wonderfully mature in the physical sense, but when it 
comes time to think practically, count on a young 
woman.

"You get your shorts on," I said. "Hide my clothes 
under the bed and stay up here and--read or something."

"What about you?" 

"I'll be the diversion. Get dressed." I ran to the 
linen closet and grabbed a big bath towel. Then I took 
off down the stairs naked, heading for the downstairs 
shower.

I had the shower running by the time the front door 
opened. Good. I soaped myself down and noticed just a 
trace of redness dribbling down the drain as I tried to 
flush my sore vagina out with water.

"Who's in there?" Dad's voice yelled from outside the 
bathroom door.

"I am," I answered. "You guys are back early."

"Hurry up, Lyssa, I gotta go." he shouted back.

"Can't you go upstairs?" 

"Your Mom's headed up there."

"Okay, hold your..." I couldn't finish the word horses. 
I wanted to laugh. I turned off the shower, hurriedly 
dried off, and wrapped the towel around myself. Then I 
opened the bathroom door.

"Where are your clothes?" Dad asked.

"Up in my room," I replied.

"Did Gary see you like that?"

Oh God, Dad, if you only knew. "He's been in his room 
all this time."

"Next time, bring a change of clothes down here with 
you." 

I couldn't help myself. "I thought you had to go."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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