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Authors note: This story is adaptation of an original story
found some time ago on the net. The story and it's
characters have been changed considerably, however, due to
unfortunate circumstances (HD crash) I am unable to give
credit to the original author. If anyone recognizes the
original work, please let me know as I would like to give
credit to it's original author. That being said, I hope you
enjoy.

Laurie
by Alcimedes
(mf inc bro sis)

It was a typical Saturday morning, Dad out playing his
weekly golf game with his friends, Mom gone early to run
her usual errands and do a little shopping, leaving my
older sister Laurie and myself in the house. It was mid
morning before I woke up, finding a small list to chores
taped to my door from my mother, as I made my way to the
bathroom to take a shower and wake myself up. Standing
under the warmth of the water, slowly washing away the
sleepiness I felt from staying out late the night before,
my thoughts drifted off to images of the girls I'd seen at
the dance the night before. I had gone stag, and eventually
left the same way, alone, but had still enjoyed myself as I
danced with a few girls, but more often than not staring
over their shoulders, daydreaming to some of the finer
girls on the dance floor. The comfort of the shower, along
with my groggy fantasizing, left me feeling a little horny
as well as a little careless as I toweled off and walked
down the hall to my room, when Laurie opened her door and I
was caught walking down the hall nude, straight toward her.
Embarrassed, I quickly wrapped the towel I was carrying
around my waist, smiled, and tried to hide my embarrassment
as I continued walking past her. But as I stepped by her,
trying not to acknowledge her snickering smile, I felt her
pinch the cheek of my behind through the towel.

"Hey!" I snapped, twisting myself around to avoid her
pinching.

"What's the matter, little brother? You don't like girls
pinching your buns?" She said sarcastically. The teasing
was one thing, but I hated it even more when she teased me
with 'little brother'. Lacking anything quick or witty to
say, I blurted out, "No..."

"Oh, I see..." She said as she turned and began to walk
down the hall, "... Kenny only likes it when guys touch his
buns."

I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and although I know
she didn't mean it, it still made me angry.

"Jerk..." I muttered under my breath.

In a strangely playful mood, she stopped and turned,
sticking her tongue out at me then turned back to walk down
the hall. When I made a taunting move toward her, she
quickly turned to look back and smiled, then took off down
the hall as I gave chase. As she sprinted away from me, I
saw that she was not wearing anything under the thin, long
T-shirt she wore to bed, and I caught a glimpse of her
magnificently smooth buns as she turned the corner to the
stairs. My sister was 18 at the time, and was she a looker;
wavy auburn hair, long and shapely legs from running track
and cheer leading, and a bust that most woman would die
for. As a horny high school kid, I have to admit that I'd
fantasized about my sister more than once, still it was
nothing more than a fantasy, and this was about getting her
for pinching my butt.

I chased her down the stairs and into the den, suprising
her as I don't think she expected me to follow her all the
way downstairs. Managing to reach and grab the tail of her
T-shirt as it flapped behind her, I tugged hard, bringing
her to an abrupt halt, then grabbed at her waist and
started tickling. The whole scene was still unfolding with
an air of innocence as she playfully fained resistance to
my holding her.

"Gotcha!", I hollered out, laughing a bit out of breath
from the chase, but still tickling away.

Laurie began to struggle a little harder at the challenge
of my words, eventually managing to spin away from my
grasp. She stood in front of me, panting from the
excitement and the struggle, then got a sly and mischievous
look on her face, like a cat ready to pounce. And before I
had a chance to prepare myself for the impending retort,
she lunged forward and began to try tickling me in kind.
Her hands were flying everywhere in an effort to find my
skin, and as I swirled my hands around to thwart her
advance, I began to feel the towel that wrapped my waist
begin to loosen. And as I began to backpedal in retreat,
worried that my towel was ready to drop totally to the
floor and leave me embarrassingly naked as my sister
grappled my body, my foot clubbed the corner of the sofa,
causing me to loose my balance and tumble backward. It was
pure self preserving instinct that caused me to grab hold
of Laurie's arm as I began to fall, sending us both
tumbling down onto the arm of the couch, careening off it's
bulbous end, and crashing down onto the carpeted floor with
Laurie falling on top of me. Her legs fumbled helplessly to
regain her balance, finally giving in and coming to rest
with her knees straddling my stomach, her T-shirt now
pulling up well over her hips, exposing her panty less body
to my excited eyes as she came to rest with her weight
pressing down on me. If that wasn't enough, I realized that
my towel had come completely undone, its ends laying out
open and wide at my sides and leaving me exposed from
Laurie's as yet unknowing eyes. Laurie was still laughing
and breathing hard, her face covered with her long and now
wild looking hair from our tumble, but as I lay pinned
underneath her I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful
furry patch as it pressed against my belly.

And having no control whatsoever, my eager and
inexperienced dick leapt at the sight before me, quickly
stirring as it began to stiffen. Laurie lifted her hands
from where they had been pressing down on my chest, and
began to pull her hair from her face when she caught me
staring not at her face, but down at her crotch and
realized what I was staring at. Her expression turned from
laughter to embarrassed suprise as she looked at my
mesmerized face, and she immediately tried to slide her
hips backward and off of me to cover herself. As she began
to move, I tried to grab hold of her arms in an effort to
stop her, not wanting her to expose to the both of us the
raging hardon that I had instantly developed, but I was not
quick enough. The ultra smooth skin of her inner thighs slid
quickly along our now sweat slickened skin as she rested on
me, and just as I tugged on her arms to stop, I felt my
cock slide right between the velvety smooth and warm lips
of her parted pussy, my cock head emerging underneath the
soft curls of her pubic hair as she came to an abrupt halt
at the same sensation, her pubic bone still pressing down
hard along the length of my cock.

It all seemed so wild. I mean, a second ago we were kids in
a tickling match, and now here she was; straddling my hips,
her warm and soft womanhood pressed firmly down on my
raging boner, holding her arms tightly like two lovers in a
moment of passion, and Laurie staring down at me with
nervous and yet excited eyes. Looking back up at her, my
mind wavering back and forth between adolescent sexual
excitement and embarrassed fear, my heart pounding hard in
my chest, and my cock continued to stiffen until it was
harder and longer than it had ever been before. I never
knew, at the time, that I was larger than most boys my age,
in fact I would find out later that I was much larger than
most men. And sure, I'd seen plenty of pictures of naked
woman before, starting early with sneaking fascinated peeks
of my mother and later discovering my father's stash of soft
porn magazines, but the truth of it was that I'd never
actually been with a woman before, not even one of the many
uptight and nervous girlfriends I'd had through high school.
But I had fantasized many times of being in this position
before, as I masturbated away my adolescent sexual
frustrations night after night, dreaming of the chance to
feel just what I was feeling right at that very moment.

The irony of the situation was overwhelming, finally alone
and naked with a girl and here it was my sister, leaving me
both speechless and locked in a moment of embarrassed
indecision. I half expected her to lash out if a fit of
rage or at least leap to her feet in disgust, but to my
suprise she did neither. Laurie just sat there, still
looking into my eyes wide eyed with suprise, but not moving
a muscle. When I realized that I had no other choice, I
gently released my grip on her arms, letting my own arms
fall to my side, and waited for her reaction. But still,
she didn't move, confusing me even more and increasing the
already palpable tension between us. Maybe she was just as
confused as I was at the precarious situation we were in,
but I swear I felt a flush of warmth and moistness from
between her legs as she continued to press down on me, and
I saw her pupils of her eyes balloon as she slowly let them
drift from mine and wander slowly down my chest toward our
awkward union.

I followed her gaze with stunned fascination as she looked
down at the bulbous purple head of my straining cock as it
pressed at my navel, it's shaft emerging from the
ticklishly soft triangular tuft of hair between her legs. I
could no longer see Laurie's eyes as she peered down, her
long hair falling to cover her face as she stared down at
me from above, and I closed my eyes as I felt her hands
gently touch my shoulders and begin to press as she
balanced herself to slowly lift her weight from my
sandwiched member.

But yet again I would be totally suprised as Laurie,
instead of rising up and off of me as I prepared myself for
the inevitable, stopped her lifting and slowly curled her
hips forward, not breaking our intimate contact but sliding
herself up the length of my steely shaft as it remained
nestled between the moistening folds of her embrace. It
sent a shiver through my body right to my lungs as I sucked
in a muffled gasp of air. My heart began to pound with
excruciating strength as I felt Laurie press down once
again, and my hands instinctively drew in to meet the soft
skin of her thighs as they spread over me. Laurie's hips
rolled again, this time returning back to where they were
before, painting herself along my hardon before coming to a
halt, and I felt a small shiver along her thighs as they
gently opened wider, pressing her soft mound down harder on
my cock. My hands began to move again with the motion of her
spreading legs, inviting them to glide ever so gently and
cautiously over her skin before coming to a nervous halt as
they cradled the sides of her hips. My eyes were still held
tightly closed, my mind still swirling in this surreal
moment, until I heard Laurie let out a long slow breath.
Opening my eyes, I looked up to see Laurie still gazing
down at our hips, her hair gently tickling my chest as it's
wavy softness dangled down and gently brushed my skin.

I couldn't say a word. Even if I could, I wouldn't know
what to say, my mind still reeling with terror and
excitement. I continued to lay silent and tensely still as
I felt her hips begin to roll again as she slid her velvety
soft lips up and then down my straining cock, and then again
in a slow and agonizing rhythm. I could hardly breath, my
lungs still wanting to draw in more oxygen but unwilling to
release it's already over inflated confines, until finally
my body relaxed it's tension in a deep exhale that caused
my cock to twitch against her semi enveloping touch. I
could feel the warm slickness of her lips as they wrapped
even further around the sides of my shaft, as well as the
distinct depressed void that my cock wanted to
instinctively fill.

It was all happening so fast, and it was more than my
young, hormonally crazed yet inexperienced mind could
handle. My cock swelled one last time and then began to
belch out wave after wave of cum, shooting up my belly in a
torrent of slippery white streams. My body had become rigid
from my orgasm, my hips pressing up against Laurie as I
continued to pump out my release with each grunting wave of
orgasm.

"Oh my god!" Laurie squealed out in both suprise and
excitement as she continued to stare intently down at the
tip of my cock pressed underneath her, pinned tightly to my
stomach but straining desperately to stand erect, and never
stopping her motions as she watched each pearly rope of cum
empty from my cock and splash up my belly.

"Oh god!... Kenny!..." She panted out breathlessly, finally
lifting up her face to see my contorted expression as I felt
another wave of orgasm pumping from me. I could almost make
out a smile on her wide eyed face as she watched mine twist
and grimace with each stroke of her hips and squirt of my
cock, as if she were reveling in her new found power over
me as I continued to come helplessly under her motions. Her
hands were pressing down hard on my shoulders as she
continued to hump away , long after I had emptied every
last drop of cum from my aching balls, my body now
twitching with both pain and pleasure with each stroke of
her pussy until I didn't think I could take any more.

My face was beaded with sweat as I panted in near
hyperventilated ecstasy, when I noticed that Laurie had
suddenly and forcefully stopped.

My eyes popped open to see Laurie looking down the hall
toward the door, her arms still pinning me firmly to the
carpet, but with a look of trepidation on her face. I heard
the unmistakable sound of the garage door opener humming
away as it struggled to lift the noisy paneled door, when
Laurie suddenly yelled out, "Oh Shit! Mom's home!", echoing
my very thoughts.

Laurie leapt to her feet and dashed for the stairs, pulling
at her nightshirt as she ran. I frantically wrapped the
towel back around myself as I struggled to get up off the
floor, then slammed into the staircase railing post as I
haphazardly dashed up the stairs, dizzyingly lightheaded
and terrified. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw
Laurie disappear into her room, slamming the door tight
behind her, as I sprinted to do the same.

Scrubbing away the splattered and smeared remains of my
exuberance that still covered my belly and dripped from the
dusting of hair on my chest, feeling like a criminal
attempting to wipe away the evidence he'd left behind, I
quickly tossed the sticky towel into my closet and grabbed
a pair of jeans hanging from the back of my chair.

I could hear my mothers footsteps as she trodded up the
stairs and into the kitchen. "Laurie?... Kenny?..." She
called out. "Come help me, I've got groceries in the car
that need to be put away..."

I heard Laurie's door open as I pulled a T-shirt over my
head, realizing that my hair was still slightly wet, both
from my shower as well as my own perspiration. "Okay, Mom."
Laurie replied as she walked down the hall. I could hardly
believe how cool and calm she sounded after what had just
happened, but I was thankful just the same.

"Go ahead and get started, I'm just going to put these away
and then I'll be down to help." My mother said. "Where's
Kenny...?" She asked, walking down the hall toward her
bedroom, just as I opened my door to find her standing
right in front of me, holding a shopping bag in her arms.

"Jesus, Kenny... what happened to you?" She asked in
suprise, and I felt her eyes staring at me as she stood in
front of me in the hallway. "Are you okay?"

I knew it. I just knew it. My entire life I'd walked around
wearing my emotions on my sleeve, completely unable to to
disguise what I was thinking or feeling. I don't think I'd
ever gotten away with even the most innocent of white lies,
my blushing face or nervous eyes giving me away every time,
especially with my parents, who read me like an open book.
Laurie, on the other hand, could be called the ice queen if
the situation demanded; lawyerly convincing of the most
outrageous stories, but with a coolness and conviction that
made her come smelling like a rose every time. And as I
stood in front of my mother, nervously sweating and yet
pale as a ghost, my hair a mess, my T-shirt clinging to my
clammy skin, and my mother eyeing me with a concerned look,
I saw over her shoulder as Laurie walked out of the kitchen
and stood at the end of the hall behind her.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with him." Laurie said
sarcastically toward my mother and I, as I stood wide eyed
staring over my mother's shoulder at her. "He's just worked
up 'cause I beat him in a game a little while ago." She
added, to my shock and smiling wryly at me. I swear she was
enjoying watching me squirm as I stood in front of my mother.

"A game...?" My mother asked, "... of what?" She turned to
Laurie, who was still smiling, almost gloating as she stood
with her hands an her hips ad her foot cocked out in triumph.

"One on One..." Laurie began to say.

"Laurie!" I screamed angrily at her, my voice cracking as
it strained to stop her.

"... basketball!" She tauntingly added.

I thought my head was going to explode from the stress,
convinced that it would never work, but Laurie kept up the
charade perfectly as she started to snicker as she looked
at my mother and me. Laurie and I used to play basketball
out in the driveway when we were younger, shooting baskets
with our father and occasionally having little round robin
family tournaments, but it had been a while since we'd
played, especially since I'd made the varsity basketball
team and could easily mop the court with her. My mother
stood silent for only a second, but it seemed to me like an
eternity, before turning back to me and then headed toward
her room, while saying, "All right, you two. Knock it off,
and get downstairs and start bringing those groceries to
the kitchen before the ice cream melts."

But before my mother had gotten into her room, still within
earshot of Laurie's voice, Laurie would add one more thing.

"It's all right, Mom. If Kenny plays his card's right, I
might just give him another shot at it." She said with a
smile, and gave me a little wink as she headed down the
stairs.