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"Hey, Bro. Looking good." My voice startled him, and Gary dropped a cufflink. "Damn it, Lyss, why don’t you fucking knock!" First I laughed. "Knock if I want a fucking do you mean?" I replied. "Shush, not so loud, Sis." I walked across to where Gary stood and picked up the cufflink from the floor. "Let me help. There. Want me to help tie your bowtie?" "No, I’ll do it," he said nervously. "Give it to me. C’mon, what do you know about tying a bow tie?" "I said I’ll do it." "What’s that behind your back, hmmm?" I teased, and grabbed his arm, pulling it to the front. "Oh, that’s precious, big brother. A clip-on bow-tie? I guess you can manage it yourself." "Lyssa, why don’t you just leave now?" he stammered. "I’m almost late now as it is." "Ah, yes – the fair Janice awaits you." I paused for a moment. "Where are you taking your date, after the prom?" "To Shiek’s." "Hmmm – speaking of that, are you packing your Shieks in your wallet?" "No!" "You don’t want to have two pregnant ladies on your conscience, do you?" "We’re not going to fuck," Gary growled. "Besides you’re not pregnant, either." "Not for lack of trying, though," I smiled. Then I thought about what he'd just said. "Gary? Do you mean it? You and Janice aren’t..." "No, I said. Lyssa, just leave it alone, would you?" "I’m sorry, Gary, but..." He looked into my eyes. "You’re not jealous, are you?" "Can you blame me? Gary, I love you. Oh, I want you to go to the prom, I really do. I just wish we could - you know." "I know, Lyssa. But we can’t date like other people. You know that." "Yeah, I know. But we'd look so good together, dancing. I just know it. Maybe they’ll play 'I'd Like To Make It With You.' Remember when we heard that together?" "You know I do. At the Bread concert. Where we..." "Had our first kiss," I reminded him as I pushed my mouth up close to his. "A lovers’ kiss." "I remember." He gave me a harmless, gentle peck on the lips. "Gary? I haven’t - I’ve tried not to bug you about it, but do you like Janice? A lot, I mean?" "Well, sure, I guess. I wouldn’t have asked her, if I didn’t. But, Lyss, I asked her to the prom long before I knew – before we were us. I’d have cancelled out on the prom if I’d known that we’d be lovers." "No, you couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t have wanted that. But I’ll miss you tonight. Will you wake me up when you get back? Tell me all about it? Please?" "Yes, sure I will. Y’know, I’ll bet you’ll be waiting up. Like Mom always does." "You’re right," I laughed. "But I’ll be waiting up for a different reason." I felt a serious look cross my face. "Fuck me when you get home. Gary, please say we’ll fuck when you come back?" "It might be late, Sis." "That’s no answer, dummy. Can I fuck you, yes or no?" "Yes," he said, and kissed me again gently. "In fact I want you right now." "Ooooh, let me lock your door..." I started to turn towards the half-closed bedroom door. We were interrupted by a yell from downstairs: "Gary! You ready? C’mon, man. Our ladies await." It was his friend Brian. Gary and Janice were doubling to the prom with Brian and Darcy. "Two minutes, Brian," he called out the door. "I’ll be right down!" The two of us heard foot steps on the stair treads. "No, don’t bother coming up - I’ll be right down." He turned to me. "I promise. I do love you, Sis. I’ll come home and tell you all about it, once we get rid of Mom. Okay?" "Kiss me goodnight for now, Gary?" Our lips met in a soft series of kisses, our eyes locked on each others’, until the need to mesh, to meld together overcame us and our mouths opened and our tongues sought each other with a hunger to be as one driving us. Gary reached to fondle my breast through my t-shirt, and I gently stroked his growing prick through his tuxedo trousers. We were almost lost in the sensuality of the moment when the voice called again, "Gary! Get down here! We gotta run, man?" Gasping, my brother and I broke contact. Then tenuously, we moved apart, only our hands still touching. "I’m counting on you to be awake when I get back to kiss me goodnight." "And?" My voice was half teasing, half pleading. "Yeah," he replied "And. Bye, Lyss." "Enjoy yourself. Really." "I will. I’ll try. Goodnight, Lyssa." "Gary! Your bowtie!" "I’ll get it on in the car - gotta run." And he was gone. But he’d be back. He’ll always come back, I thought. So I was as content as it was possible to be, waiting for my lover to return. Mom stayed up to wait for Gary until prom night was over. So did I, but I didn't want to let Mom know I was awake. Gary wore a nice white dinner jacket with a great looking paisley vest and black tie. I have to admit, he looked scrumptious and my parents were fussing and gloating and fondly remembering the moments when they were young and nights like these were important. And then, like a flash at five-thirty in the afternoon, he was off to pick up Janice. Gary didn't make it home until three-thirty the next morning, but Mom still waited up. I think she wanted to see if he had that mussed up and masculinely aggressive look that symbolized the rite of passage associated with prom night. Of course, Mom wouldn't just come right out and ask him. But she'd want to see for herself. He stumbled wearily up the stairs and walked into his room. I sneaked up behind him and wrapped both my arms around his waist, and clamped myself to him. "So, lover boy," I whispered in his ear. "Did you fuck her?" "No," he sighed. "But it wasn't for lack of trying was it?" "Stop it!" I knew Gary wouldn't fall into that trap any time soon. I turned him around to face me. In the dim glow of the street lights I began to take his clothes off carefully draping them over chairs and desks. If I'd hung up his clothes, that would have left a clue, which would have been definitely way out of character for Gary. He looked down at me. I wore that flannel nightgown with the cute baby roses that Mom and Dad got me for Christmas. Good warmth for winter -- rather hot for this late in May. Of course both Gary and I knew exactly what I was wearing underneath my nightgown. "Don't worry," I murmured, as I kissed his chin and cheek. "No true gentleman should be allowed to go through prom night without experiencing a good fuck." "Are you crazy? Mom's still awake!" "She's tired. She'll go to sleep now that you're home," I whispered. "I know how Mom's mind works." And with that I unzipped his trousers. I saw this picture in one his magazines where a woman kneeled at the same height as the man's cock and there was long string of white sperm which hung like a suspension bridge from the end of his erection right to her lower lip. That picture haunted me, bothered me, disturbed me, turned me on. So I remembered the picture, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I couldn't really see what I was doing, but this task could be successfully accomplished in the dark utilizing a totally tactile approach. Continuing to feel for his erection hidden behind Gary's slacks and briefs, I ran my fingers across his midsection. Gary's tux pants dropped down on top of his shoes. I peeled his briefs down equally as far, but before he could step out of his clothes, I placed my mouth around the business end of his dick. Gary slowly played with the buttons on his shirt and vest trying to maintain concentration while he unfastened them. He nearly stepped back away from the intensity of my lips and tongue, but I had both hands firmly grasping him and I wasn't about to let go. The hormones in my brain were rushing and seething. I felt dizzy and yet, I couldn't let go of him, once I nearly gave the game away by choking him back too deeply in my throat. "Lyss," he whispered. "Stop. Catch your breath." Grateful for his advice, I exhaled. After a moment, I licked up the length of his shaft, slowly starting at the base right next to the pungent pubic hair next to his balls, and then picking up speed as I swept up the nice thick strength of his engorged penis. "Umm," I muttered. "Nice." I stood up and in a single movement pulled my flannel nightgown up over my head. Gary now knew for certain what he'd suspected all along--I was naked under my gown. Of course he was still enwrapped in both pants and underwear down at his feet. Not to mention his shoes and socks. I backed out of his reach and teased him. "C'mon, Bro. Reach out for me." Gary nearly tripped. "Wait 'til I get my hands on you," he growled. I fought back a giggle. "I'm looking forward to it." Then I climbed into his bed and pulled the covers up over me. My nipples were so hard, they tingled, and when Gary finally crawled into bed beside me, he tweaked both nipples to see just how far gone I was. In that moment, I thought I'd burst -- a shock of pure static electricity rippled right through my skin. I moaned. "Shh! You'll give us away." "You want to stop?" I smiled. "Fuck!" His hands snaked around me and held me close to him. I rolled and squirmed to slip underneath the weight of his body, "God, I hope so," I replied. My thighs spread as he slithered his own thighs and buttocks over me. Oh yes, there was our unsubtly eager friend demanding to be let inside where my thighs met, where his thighs balanced, where my tender labia lips kissed his glans still wet from where my mouth examined him just moments ago. Gary brought his mouth down on mine, clicking his teeth into mine. I wasn't hurt, but I was shaken by the little collision. Then, once I felt better, we opened up to exchange tongues with each other. Of course, Gary had his own little agenda going on. Janice had left him hung up in a sexual lurch for most of the night, and my teasing was pretty intense over the last ten or fifteen minutes. Gary fitted his cock right up against my loins, parting my pussy lips, and testing his position two or three times. Then, Gary shoved his cock straight into me—no overtures, no warnings, no gentleness. Holy shit! I wasn't moist enough yet. My eyes teared up, and my body writhed and sobbed under him. I wanted to scream, but I bit into Gary's neck to keep from doing that. He thrust again. I still didn't have the necessary moistness, but, as his length and girth filled me again, I knew what to expect. His thrusts kept coming. I knew that my brother was unleashing an entire evening's frustrations out on me. Finally, the movements inside me and against me stimulated my body to produce a tiny flow of estrous fluid and things became easier. I held him tightly against me and the little pains, the obvious rips and the soreness all seemed to dissipate. Gary grunted in my ear, and then clasped me close once more. He was panting as if he'd just run a lap around the track. But I could tell he was fighting that final moment--afraid to cut loose, afraid to end our time together. I put my mouth right to his ear. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm here for you. I've got you deep inside me, now. It's okay. Go ahead and cum." Gary let out a faint muffled moan, and we both went wet together. I could feel the steady pulsing of release as Gary's penis pumped wad after wad of sperm into me. Now that he'd made me physically ready to enjoy coupling with him, Gary was worn out--totally. I got up out of his bed and cupped my hands down between my legs to keep the backwash of semen from dripping down my legs and onto the floor--damn! I wiped myself with Gary's briefs. Then I rolled them into a tight ball and squeezed them between my thighs so they wouldn't shift and fall from the hole they were plugging. "Hey," he said softly. I was pulling my nightgown over my head as I answered him. "I'll make sure that I wash them with my stuff so nobody else knows." Then I bent over and kissed him good night. "I love you," my brother said. Definitely not a brotherly sort of phrasing. "You'd better," I answered. "I may be the best lover you'll ever have." He pulled me down and kissed me again. "I'm absolutely certain of that." I didn't expect to run into his steady, Janice, but she was waiting by my locker and motioning to me to come over to a corner to have a private conversation. "Lyssa I have to talk to you," she said. "To me? Why?" I could see that Janice's eyes were reddening, and she was moments away from bursting into tears. "C'mon, out with it," I said softly. "What's the matter??" "Lyss, I think Gary's seeing someone else." My heart leaped into my throat. "What makes you think that, Jan?" She sighed. "It's just a feeling. Has he brought any other girls around to your house?" "No, not a one," I replied. "I can truthfully say that he hasn't brought anybody to our place but you." "Gary hasn't been the same for a couple of weeks." Janice paused, and then lowered her voice. "He's definitely seeing somebody else." "Wow!" I said. "Do you really think so?" Janice nodded. "Don't ask me how I know, it's--" She paused again. "Intuition?" I asked. "Yeah, his kisses are sweet, but something has changed. He isn't, you know, horny like a guy should be." She paused. "Oh I hate using this word -- Lyssa, I think Gary has been - you know, fucking somebody else on side." My eyes went wide. "Do you want me to keep an eye on him?" "Would you?" "Sure what are friends for?" I answered. Much later I'd stuck my head into Gary's room. His head was down over a notebook page and he was furiously scribbling things and then crossing them out. "What are you doing?" "I've got a creative writing assignment due for my English class tomorrow," he replied. "I thought I'd write some poetry." "What's it about?" "Come back up in about half an hour and I'll show you." I started to walk away, but then I turned back. "Oh, I'm supposed to tell you that Mom got called into the restaurant for a couple of hours, and we're supposed to make...our own dinner." Gary looked at me and smiled. "When's she leaving?" "About fifteen minutes or so." "Anything in particular you want?" "No," I shook my head. "I'll be happy as long as I get something in my belly." Gary smiled. "Is Dad coming home at the usual time?" "I don't know," I said. "He probably will unless somebody calls him at work and tells him that Mom has to tend bar at O'Malley's tonight." "Fuck the poetry," Gary said. "Ooo, such language in front of an impressionable young woman." "Shit." Gary snickered. "Is Mom getting dressed in her room?" I nodded. "Their bathroom." "I'd better use the phone in the living room." "And ask him to bring home a pizza, would you?" Gary and I had what I now know to be newlywed syndrome. When we got a chance like that, we tended to use it to our advantage. besides it would give me a chance to show off my new gown. I'd saved up enough money to purchase an item from the Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue. I had it sent to my friend Gina's house. We showed her mother a picture of a much more conservative nightgown; so, Gina's mother was okay with its delivery. Mom took forever to get out the door. Before I zipped into my room, I leaned over the stairwell and shouted down at Gary. "I'll meet you in your room! Wait for me in there." His voice came back up. "Did you think I was going to start without you?" "I'll be there in a minute, okay?" Wearing only my sheer blue gown and a pair of matching blue panties, I crept up behind my naked poet, who was working on his piece at his study desk. He had his back to me, and, as I was particularly quiet as I came into his room, I caught him by surprise. I placed my hands on his shoulders at the neck and began to knead his tense muscles. Gary turned around and looked at my teddy gown from Frederick's of Hollywood. I thrust my boobs out a bit to make it look better. "My God, you... you're..." He stopped. "I'm what?" He shook his head. "I'm speechless." "Speechless -- good? Speechless--bad?" The little adolescent in me suddenly found all of her worst fears surfacing at the same time. "How could I be speechless bad?" He stood up and took me into his arms. "You're beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, all of those things and more." I smiled and sighed. "That's better. I take it that means you like it." Gary's hand slipped under the sheer transparent mesh to touch my naked skin. "I think I like what's underneath even more." It didn't take the two of us long to remove the teddy. However, Gary took responsibility for removing my panties totally unto himself. I went to the bed and dropped to my hands and knees. I know I surprised him. "Would you do me this way?" I whispered. "Please?" Gary kissed my back right in the center on my spine as he shifted his knees into position. He stroked my thighs slowly, dragging his hand up the inside of my thigh until his fingers would make contact with my pussy. Then he did it again. The third time he slowly tugged at the wrinkly lips on either side and ran a slow index finger right up the center where the lips parted. He brushed aside some of my thin brown pubes to open my labial lips to see if I was wet enough. Actually I wasn't quite ready yet, but I realized Gary didn't know that. I sighed at the prospect of hurried, unlubricated penetration, but then again, I'm the one who wanted this so badly. "Take your time, sweetpants," I said, borrowing a term from one of Gina's romance books. "I'm not going anywhere." I told Gina that one of the things the romance books don't mention is how messy it all is--as Darlene would say: "That's rude!" She is such a prude. Gary continued to massage my pussy until he was a bit surer that I was ready. "Gary," I whispered. "Did you ever want to..." "What?" Removing his hand, he shifted his hips, thighs and erection to match the placement of my vagina. "Did you ever want to do it with Darlene?" "Eeeuww," he groaned. He stopped pushing his dick forward. "Are you nuts? You're gonna make me lose this erection." Then he resumed a gentle pressing. "Lyss, you know you're the only woman in my life." Oh, thank God. "I'm so glad to hear that." I had no alternative but to abandon all control of the act to my brother. At least he's gentle as he presses forward and pulls backward. Now that he was part of the way inside, he knew that I wasn't as wet as I should have been, but still his careful momentum encouraged my juices to flow. For awhile it was all I could do but to focus on the mechanics of penetration. But once I was really and freely moistened, my mind drifted down to concentrate on the delicious thrusting which had begun. That was the very first time ever I had been struck by the untamable desire to have my brother-lover fill my cunt with strong, viable, teeming, healthy masculine seed. "Ohhh, Gar-Gary," I whimpered. My arms and knees trembled as if I'd suddenly gone weak, but I knew my muscles were fine. The weakness had to do with a sapping of strength deep inside my body. I was trembling, and there was a sharp ringing in my ears. My entire body slipped out of control so that I had to drop to my elbows with my ass still stuck up in the air, and Gary's cock still driving in and out of my pussy without any friction whatsoever. My entire physical and spiritual being was wracked. How can I explain it? I liken it to smoking--to that moment when every ounce of bodily control is lost to that first lung full of cigarette smoke each day. The lungs have tried to clean themselves out overnight. Just when the lungs are returning to normalcy a smoker inhales that first long drag, and the acrid smog chars and clogs and chokes the tiny membranes that allow a normal human being to breathe. We deliberately drown our lungs with smoke and hold it in an extra few seconds so that our lungs scream at us for air. No other moment in a smoker's day quite matches that—the little death [or le petite morte in other words]. Unless of course you're smoking a controlled substance, then other factors rush into play. My body had reached that out of control point, there was an incredible tingling inside my pussy which changed to a wrenching gestalt, and I heard a roaring noise like a waterfall or a jet plane booming through my head, then my pussy went really, really wet and as I let out a long sobbing cry, I buried my head into your covers so that the rest of the neighborhood wouldn't hear me cum. Gary was breathing hard. He was so close to me that when I shuddered and came, Gary couldn't hold back either. When Gary climaxed, he ejaculated spasm after spurt of flowing semen directly where it needed to be deposited. Bless his heart he grabbed my ass and pulled me as close as we could manage. With each new splash of Gary's hot seed, I felt the excitement of our togetherness increase. Someday I would produce an egg just for my lover/brother to fertilize. And his sperm would flow strong, and plentiful, and unbelievably potent. Pulling my head out of the bedcovers, I turned it toward the side, so that Gary could hear my words. "Gary! Ohh, daddy, that's it! Spray your little mommy with your lovely baby making seed." He shuddered again and fell on top of me. I went flat to the bed with most of Gary's penis still wedged inside of me. "Lyss? You awake?" "Hmmm?" "C’mon, wake up. Listen." Lyssa and Gary were entwined, limb wrapped around naked limb, enjoying the feel of the breeze through the upstairs cabin window, drying their love sweat. Lyssa especially loved the feel of her brother’s cum drying on her thigh, where it still oozed from her satiated cunt. "Lyss, we’ve got to start using protection. Hear me?" "Mmmmm. But why?" "Aw, Lyss – you know. You could get pregnant." "Big brother – you say that like there’s something wrong with that." "Something – well, shit, Lyss, of course there is. Everything’s wrong with that." "Name one," she giggled, kissing his neck. "For one, you won’t even be fifteen for a few weeks, and that makes us way short of being legal." "You mean fucking’s illegal?" She gave his prick a loving squeeze. "If either of us is under eighteen. Yes! And we both are." He felt her hand twist o she could rub her fingers slowly up the backside of his penis. "Oh, shit, Lyss – stop that now! We have to talk." Now Ulyssa slid down and began lightly blowing her breath on his glistening cock. "I'd rather fuck, Bro," she murmured. "Aaanghh!" he moaned. "Stop, it’s totally illegal for us." "Oh? Is there a Gary-and-Lyssa Law?" she giggled, then bent to engorge his cock in her hungry mouth. He couldn’t keep his serious tone when he found his dick being made love to like this. "Yeah – a law that says it’s a sin to enjoy your body. Named it after us, they did." "Sure, but I don’t want you to ever find out." "But why?" "Because, because we’re lovers, now, Lyss. And I want it to be just us, forever. Ah, shit!" "What’s wrong, Gary?" "Lyss, all of this is wrong. I was trying to tell you: We’re both underage and what we’re doing is - You know! Incest." "Gary, I thought what we were doing is making love." "Yeah – we are, but..." "And making love is a good thing, isn't it?" "Sure, it feels great, Lyss, and I do love you." "And I love you... so we’re making love. All that other stuff about being too young, and, you know—being brother and sister. Hey, we can just pretend we were both adopted!" "Aw, Lyss – you know we can’t." "Don’t you have any imagination, dummy?" she teased. "You’re the poet in the family after all." "Sure – I can imagine and I can pretend. But, Lyssa – there’s one other thing wrong about this, that we just can't pretend away." "Hmmmm?" "You know what I mean – we go to the same church. Fucking... making love," he paused for a moment. "You know it's only for bringing babies into the world. And Lyss, I-I've cum inside you." "I noticed that, Bro." "Lyssa, listen to me: You could get pregnant. My God, I hope you aren’t yet. Shit, what would..." Gary took a deep breath and then remained silent. Ulyssa looked up into his face and then laid her head down on his shoulder. "You're absolutely right, Gary," she announced. "We'll just have to stop fucking." "Really?" Ulyssa broke into a big smile. "You should see the look on your face right now." "But I was serious." "So was I! It’s going to be okay, really. All we’re doing is following the Church’s commandment, aren’t we? No birth control. So, if I get pregnant, we’ll both be better Catholics. Right?" August 14th 1975 It happened just the way he said it would. Just the way I knew it would The smell and taste seemed to fluctuate between wet straw, and fresh clover, although Gary swore that I occasionally reminded him of black olives. I never knew for certain because the smell and taste passed to me via his lips and mouth. But I enjoyed the taste of me from Gary, I especially enjoyed how it got there. That is a fantastic way to cum, all energy and blinding lights going off in your head. Gary learned to taste himself second hand as well. He was salty, sometimes bitter, sometimes yeasty, and I could always tell when he drank coffee. Still I liked the smell and the flavor of Gary's semen on my lips and tongue. Who can account for taste? I laid my head back on the pillow and sighed. "What's the matter, babe?" he asked. "You're not your usual hyper-jovial self." I shrugged. "I dunno, just tired, I guess. Here." I took hold of his hand. "I want you to check something for me." I placed his hand on my abdomen under the belly button just above the pubis. "Feels different doesn't it?" I could tell from the way his fingers pressed into my flesh that Gary felt it immediately. We couldn't have told each other word one about such bodily functions as the endometrium enfolding the embryo or that the trophblast is starting to trigger the formation of the placenta and the release of all those hormones which are designed to maintain long term care of the pregnancy. Neither of us knew that Oxytocin was the primary hormone responsible for the hardness right under his fingertips, but both of us knew instinctively what was happening. I placed my hands atop his fingers and held them firmly against my stomach. "If I lay still, the hardness passes." "Makes sense to me," Gary chuckled. "For close to three months now you've done anything but lay still to make my hardness pass." "Stop," I whined. "Don't make me laugh." We lay silently still for a long time and then he spoke very softly to me. "Hey," he brought his head down and gave me a soft, gentle, loving kiss. "Congratulations, little mother." Oh my God, he said the "M" word! I reached up and threw my arms around his head to kiss him back. "Thank you, Gary," I began to say, and then I changed my mind. "No, wait! Thank you, Daddy!" "My pleasure." "Don't I know it." *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 29