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Christmas Gift
 
 
 
    "Hey, Rick.  How was the Christmas party?" his mother asked.
 
    Rick wished she hadn't.  "Same as usual.  Lousy."
 
    "I'm sorry, Sweetheart.  Is there no one at these parties
you can talk to?"
 
    "Oh, there are lots of people I can talk to... just no
girls."
 
    His mother smiled sympathetically.  "Anything... bad...
happen?"
 
    "Depends.  Is being made fun of by an entire pack of
teenage women considered 'bad'?"
 
    "Yes," she said with a frown.
 
    "Ah.  Then I guess something bad happened.  That's when I
left.  Anyway, you said you needed help with something?"
 
    "Yeah.  That gutter outside the back door has come loose
again.  You think you could fix it?"
 
    "I'll have to wait until tomorrow.  It's too dark out there
now."
 
    "Oh, right.  I didn't think.  Sorry."
 
    "S'okay, Mom.  I think I'm going to go shower and go to
bed."
 
    "Okay.  Good night, Sweetheart."
 
    Rick kissed his mother on the cheek, and headed for his
bedroom.  He passed his sister's bedroom on the way.  Her door was open
just slightly, and as he walked past, he thought he saw her lying on
her bed.  He didn't stop to check, because that would have been
impolite.  He merely went and got his things for his shower, and headed
to the bathroom.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Once she heard the water running, Connie stepped out of her
bedroom.  She wasn't wearing much of anything, except a pair of
panties.  She frowned, having heard the conversation between Rick and
their mother.
 
    *Why do they have to be like that toward him?*
 
    Rick was the proof that good looks will not get you a date
by themselves.  He was also proof that girls do not date 'nice' guys. 
Rick was nearly six feet tall, and he worked out regularly.  His dark
brown hair framed a handsome face... at least it was handsome to his
sister.
 
    When their father had died, four years ago, the family had
nearly come apart.  Their mother had to take a second job, to make ends
meet, and she drove herself to exhaustion trying to keep up with
everything.  Rick was fifteen back then, and it only took a little
while before he stepped in and started to handle some of the chores
that their mother had tried to bear on her own.  Soon, he'd become the
man of the house, and their mother even deferred to him on some
decisions.  It just seemed natural, and Rick always put his family
before himself; it was part of the way he was raised, yes, but it was
also just his nature to think of others first.
 
    Connie was three years younger than her brother, and she
idolized him.  She wasn't nearly as attractive as he was, at least in
her own mind.  She had long black hair that came down to her ass, and
brown eyes that, in her estimation, were dull and lifeless.  They were
also too prominent behind her glasses, which tended to enlarge their
appearance.  She felt that she could lose some weight, though she
admitted that her pudginess gave her a nice set of tits.
 
    *So why are guys always hitting on me, but girls ignore my
brother?  It doesn't make any sense!*  Connie rejected almost all
advances from boys, because the boys who hit on her were sleazy
bastards.  She'd dated a couple of times, but had never gone all the
way.  She often fantasized about what it would be like, when she
decided to get popped.  Every time she had that fantasy, the boy who
took her cherry was her brother.
 
    *But he'd never do it.  He'd probably hate me if I even
tried to arrange it.  I mean, I can get us alone when Mom's not around,
that's easy.  But getting Ricky to agree...*  Connie was the only
person who could get away with calling him 'Ricky' without getting a
dirty look.  She'd called him that since she was little, and he had
long since given up trying to change her ways.  She went back into her
room to consider these things.
 
    *Still, even if I can't have him... Ricky needs someone. 
And maybe, if he got more comfortable with girls, maybe then we
could...  But the point is that Ricky really needs to get laid.* 
Connie knew that her brother was still a virgin because she had once
asked him.  He promised, then, to tell her if he ever had sex, though
he made it clear he would give no details.  He'd wanted to know why she
was interested, but she couldn't tell him that she was hoping to have
first-hand knowledge, could she?  Their relationship was close, but not
quite *that* close.
 
    Connie lay on her bed for a long time, trying to decide
what to do about their problem.  She dozed off before she came up with
an answer.
 
 
 
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    Connie bounded out of bed the next morning, awake and
happy.  During the night at some point, she had awakened to an answer:
a solution to her and Rick's mutual problem.  She rushed through her
shower, and gobbled down breakfast, before heading out of the house.
 
    Their next-door neighbor was a long-time friend of the
family.  Her name was Serena Pelayo.  An immigrant from Spain, Serena
had a complexion dark enough to be considered a permanent tan.  Her
dark auburn tresses fell in tight curls around her oval face, and her
dark eyes flashed with secret wisdom.  Connie often wished for a body
that looked like Serena's, which she had seen nude twice while visiting
when Serena was doing this or that, and had changed right in front of
Connie.
 
    The other important things about Serena were that she was
very liberated in her thoughts concerning sex, and that she was very
fond of Rick.  Though Serena was by no means a slut, there were very
few sexual acts she wouldn't at least consider trying.  Her fondness
for Rick was something that Connie had never asked her about, but
sensed that it came from Rick's polite manner and his responsible
attitude.
 
    Connie knocked on the door, and shivered a bit while she
waited.  It was cold out, and she hadn't bothered with a jacket, since
she was only going next door.  In a few seconds, Serena answered the
door.  She was wearing a dark blue sweater over faded jeans, and she
looked spectacular.
 
    "Connie!  C'mon in!  Are you insane?  It's twenty degrees
out!  You could catch pneumonia walking around in this weather without
a coat."  Her Spanish accent was faint, but readily discernible in her
speech.  Connie thought it sounded exotic, which mirrored her
appearance.
 
    Serena led Connie back to the kitchen, and motioned her
into a chair.  Without any discussion, Serena put a kettle on the
stove.  In a few minutes, the water was boiling, and she made two large
mugs of hot cocoa.  She then came to the table and sat down, pushing
one across to her visitor.
 
    "So, what brings you over today, my loco neighbor?" Serena
said with a smile.  She sipped at her mug of cocoa, waiting for Connie
to respond.
 
    Connie stuttered a little.  She hadn't really thought how
to *start* this conversation; she'd only worked out how it ended. 
Finally, she decided to try the semi-direct approach.
 
    "I'm a little worried about my brother."
 
    "Oh?" Serena set down her mug and stared at Connie.  "What
is the matter with him?"
 
    "Well, he's... lonely.  I mean, he keeps going to parties,
to try to socialize, but... there's something about him, the girls seem
to think it's more fun to make him the butt of jokes than to ask him
out.  He told me about what happened when he asked a girl out once... I
wanted to find her and strangle her... but he wouldn't tell me who it
was."
 
    Serena's eyes took on a soft, far-away look.  She nodded in
understanding and sympathy.  "Si, I have noticed this as well.  I have
seen him come home from some of the parties... it was clear he was not
happy."
 
    "He just went to another one last night... a Christmas
party, of all things.  You'd think that at a *Christmas* party, the
girls could at least be charitable enough to be *nice* to him..."
 
    "This is something I have never understood about America. 
Some young people delight in making others miserable.  And often they
all seem to choose the same person.  Your brother is a fine person.  He
is strong in ways they cannot even fathom.  If any of those...* putas*
ever took the time to know him, they would be truly blessed."
 
    "Don't you think there's something we... I mean, something
I can do?"
 
    "Like what?"
 
    "Maybe I could talk a girl into going out with him?  Set
him up on a date?  I mean, I really think that if they just got to know
him..."
 
    Serena looked at Connie for a long, judging moment.  "It is
more than a date you're seeking for him, isn't it?"  Connie blushed
crimson.  "If your brother ever found out..."
 
    "I know.  But Serena, he's... he's all alone.  I mean,
there's mom and me, but we don't really count."  *I wish I did...*  "He
doesn't have anyone.  That's not fair."
 
    "No, it's not.  But who do *we* know that might be
suitable?"
 
    "Let's see if we can think of someone.  What about Rachel?"
 
    "She is too snobbish.  Perhaps Cynthia."
 
    "Are you kidding?  She only dates football players. 
Yvonne, maybe."
 
    "She is already attached.  Hmmm.  What about Gina, from
down the street?"
 
    "Not after the things she's said behind his back.  Carmen?"
 
    "She won't date '*gringos*', she says.  Andrea?"
 
    "She's going with some guy named Bobby.  Besides, I don't
think Ricky's her type."
 
    "I'm running out of choices here, *Consuela*."  Connie's
actual name was Constance, but Serena had immediately nicknamed her
Consuela upon their meeting.  It was a running joke between the two:
Connie was so pale, no one could possibly mistake her for a Hispanic.
 
    "There's one more girl... another Hispanic girl... what was
her name... oh, yeah... what about Serena Pelayo?"
 
    It took Serena a couple of seconds to actually register her
name.  She almost spilled her cocoa as she choked for a second.  "Don't
joke with me when I am drinking!" she said with a smile.  Then she
looked at Connie's face.  "You *are* joking, aren't you?"
 
    "Serena... I know you feel *something* for Ricky.  I've
never asked about it, but I know something happened."
 
    "Si.  Do you remember, a few years ago, when I was dating
that... *cabrón* that beat me?"
 
    Connie nodded; it had been an ugly experience.
 
    "Rick was the one who found me.  He was taking out the
trash, and heard me crying in the yard.  He picked me up and carried me
into the house... he is so strong *that* way, too.  Without a word, he
found the first aid kit and a washcloth, and he spent a half hour
cleaning and bandaging my bruises.  He called the police, too.  That
was unpleasant, but he sat right there with me while the cops asked all
their questions.  When *Miguel* showed his face, I thought your brother
was going to kill him.  There was a good thing, that the police were
still here.  I have never forgotten what he did for me."
 
    Serena looked deep into Connie's eyes, and she thought
about her own feelings.  "Yes, there is a reason for my feelings for
your brother.  But what you ask..."
 
    "He's nineteen now, Serena.  It's legal."
 
    "But what would he want with an old woman like myself?"
 
    Connie snorted.  "You're how old now?  Twenty-eight?"
 
    Serena laughed.  "I wish!  I am thirty-four now.  In his
eyes, I am sure I am an old woman."
 
    "You'd have to be very persuasive to get him started.  But
I don't think he'd resist you for long."
 
    "It would be good to have a lover again... Dios Mio, what
am I saying?  *Consuela*..."
 
    "Serena," she said, cutting her off.  "He *needs* this.  My
brother has nothing for himself, all he does is work for us.  He can't
go to college, because of us.  He doesn't socialize much, because of
us.  He doesn't do a whole lot of things, because there is always *us*."
 
    "This will change things between us all," Serena said,
marveling that she had not once said "if" in that sentence.
 
    "Is that necessarily a bad thing?"
 
    "Perhaps not... I do not know.  There is more to this than
you're telling me.  What is it?"
 
    Connie told her.
 
    Serena gathered herself, after a few moments of shock. 
"Your brother, he is working today?"
 
    "No.  He has the rest of the week off, for Christmas.  He's
been switching days with some of the other guys who don't have any
family, so that he'd have a few days off with us."
 
    "He really does work that hard."  It was not a question.
 
    "Yeah."
 
    "I will... think of something.  When it is done...?"
 
    "I'll know," she said with a very womanly smile.
 
    "Very well.  You should go.  I have thinking to do."
 
    Connie got up and, on impulse, gave Serena a hug.  "Thanks."
 
    "Do not thank me until I have managed to convince *him* of
the rightness of your plan!" she said with a smile.  She escorted
Connie to the door, and closed it behind her.
 
    *Do I dare?  It *would* be good to have a lover again...
and he is fine, strong, and *gentle*... to teach him...*
 
    Serena did the rest of her thinking without clothes on.
 
 
 
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    "Did you get the gutter fixed, or was it hopeless?" Rick's
mother asked as he came in.  He saw Serena, their neighbor, sitting
with her.  He smiled and nodded, then turned to answer his mother's
question.
 
    "It's good for the winter, I think.  We might want to
replace that section in the spring, though."
 
    "Well, you know that stuff better than I do."  Turning to
Serena, she said, "I don't know what I'd do without him.  I can't fix a
leaky faucet, and if you want to hire someone these days... the costs
are just unbelievable."
 
    "Always nice to have a man around the house," Serena said
with a warm smile.  Rick blushed and turned away, retreating to the
refrigerator to get something to drink.
 
    "Might I be able to borrow Rick for an afternoon?  One of
the curtain rods in my bedroom fell off the wall, and I'll need someone
to help me put it back on."  It had fallen off the wall after she'd
yanked on it for a good five minutes.
 
    "Well, I don't have anything for him to do, but it's up to
him.  Rick?"
 
    "Sure, I don't mind.  You want to head over right now, or
you want to talk with Mom some more?"
 
    "I'd like to get it taken care of.  I don't feel
comfortable sleeping in there without a curtain, even if I do have
blinds."
 
    Rick nodded, and finished his glass of juice.  He rinsed
the glass, as he'd been taught, and put it in the dishwasher.  He
kissed his mother on the cheek, and told her he would be back later. 
Serena watched all this with a growing smile.
 
    *He's such a gentleman... Do girls today not *want* that
anymore?*  Serena got her coat, and headed out the door - which Rick
held for her - and led him over to her house.  She'd turned the heat up
in her house, to encourage the removal of clothing.  Rick shucked his
coat immediately, hanging it in the hall closet.  

    "Wow, it's warm in here," he said.
 
    "Well, take off your sweater, then," she said with a
smile.  She'd already stripped off her outer layers, and was now
wearing only a T-shirt.  Rick dumped his sweater on the back of a
chair, which left him in a pullover and jeans.
 
    "Are you ready to start?" Serena asked with a smile.  Rick
nodded, not aware of what he was *actually* starting.
 
    "Would you grab the stepladder please?  It is in the hall
closet."  He found it quickly, and followed her back to her bedroom. 
He was almost embarrassed to be in her private area, but that was where
the work needed to be done.
 
    "If you would set it up in front of the window... please,
set it up to face the window, I don't like you or me trying to reach
sideways on a ladder."  Actually, she had a whole different reason for
wanting it set that way.  She had moved the bed - that had been a bit
of a struggle - so that there was just enough room to put the ladder
there, and only a few inches extra.  The stepladder was normally in the
garage, as well.
 
    "First, we will need to fix the hole," she said.
 
    "If you have Spackle, I can get that repaired in a snap,"
Rick said.  She handed him the tub and a putty knife.  He climbed the
ladder, and still had to stretch a bit.  Serena put her hand on his
lower back, to steady him, since he had to stand so high on the
stepladder.
 
    Rick tried to ignore the feel of Serena's hand, which was
causing a warm, tingly sensation where she touched him.  He shook his
head, and returned to the task at hand.
 
    *Keep your mind on the job, you pervert,* he thought to
himself with an inner chuckle.  He would readily admit that Serena was
a fox, but he didn't want to think of her that way, because he didn't
stand a chance with her.
 
    He thought.
 
 
 
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    About a half-hour later, Rick had repaired all the holes. 
He got down from the ladder, and wiped some sweat from his forehead. 
Though standing at floor-level was reasonably comfortable, all the heat
had gathered up near the high ceiling, and it was very warm up on the
ladder.
 
    "You look like you could use a glass of tea," Serena said. 
Rick nodded, and followed her out to the kitchen.
 
    "Really, you should let the Spackle dry for at least a day
before trying to re-hang something there..."
 
    "Can we not put the rod in a different place?" Serena
asked.  "I do not like sleeping without the curtain.  It makes me
uncomfortable."
 
    Rick nodded.  "We can either move it up a few inches, or to
the side a few... it looks like you had quite a bit of extra.  Of
course, if we go to the side, it might look lopsided..."
 
    "Of course.  We should go up a little.  They are long
enough to cover the windows even if we go up another half a foot."
 
    "Okay, good.  We'll do that, then."  Having finished their
drinks, they returned to the room.
 
    It took another half-hour before Rick had finished mounting
the long and heavy curtain rod.  The only thing left was to hang the
curtain itself on the rod.
 
    "I will need to hang the curtain myself," Serena said.  "It
has to be hung just so, and I don't expect you to know how to do it." 
She was being honest, without being condescending.  

    Rick nodded.  "Okay... do you need me to hand it up to you,
or..."
 
    "I only need you to steady me as I work."
 
    "Not a problem."
 
    As Serena started to work, Rick placed his hand on her
lower back, as she had done to him.  It helped keep her steady, but
Rick had to control his thoughts, and his hand, because the skin
beneath her T-shirt felt very soft and silky.
 
    *Down, boy.*
 
    When Serena worked in to the middle, she was attempting to
do something decorative at the top of the curtain, and she couldn't
reach.  She stepped up on the top of the ladder to adjust the valence.  

    Rick was immediately nonplussed.  He could no longer easily
reach her back to steady her.  The only reasonable target for his hand
was her butt.
 
    *But I can't touch her *there*, can I?*
 
    Serena looked down at him, and giggled slightly.  "It is
all right, Rick.  I do not mind you touching me there, and I need the
stability."
 
    Rick gulped as he placed his hand against her ass.  He
repeated constantly in his head, *Don't move that hand, don't move that
hand, don't...*  He realized it wasn't working; his fingers *were*
moving in small circles on her ass.  He blushed fiercely, but Serena
said nothing.
 
    Finally, she finished creating the little rosette at the
top of the curtains, and she moved on to the last part of the job,
which didn't require her to stand up so high.  Rick was relieved that
he could stop blushing now, though he would admit - only to himself -
that he had enjoyed fondling her.
 
    As Serena finished up with the curtain, she turned to step
back down the ladder.  She 'accidentally' caught her foot, and
tripped.  She fell against Rick, who was still standing there in case
she fell.  He caught her in his arms, but her momentum was too much for
him not to be knocked backward.  Unfortunately for him, there was
noplace 'backward' that he could go, except to be dumped onto the bed. 
He fell, taking Serena with him.
 
    This was, of course, all part of Serena's plan.  She knew
that once she landed on top of him, she was in control.  Rick's polite
nature would absolutely refuse him the ability to just shove her off of
him, and so he wouldn't be able to get up until she let him up.  And
she had no intention of letting him up.
 
    The two landed together, the air rushing out of Rick's
lungs, even with the light weight that Serena bore.  Out of instinct,
Rick wrapped his arms around her, in an effort to keep her from getting
injured.  Serena highly approved of this, even if he hadn't meant it
that way.
 
    Serena could see the blush on Rick's face already, as he
stuttered in an attempt to apologize.  She smiled, and then leaned
down.  Her lips mashed against his, effectively silencing him.  Her
tongue slid into his open mouth, and found its playmate, sliding wetly
over his tongue in an effort to arouse him.
 
    It didn't take long before Serena felt the proof of her
success pressing strongly against her abdomen.  It was only at this
point that she broke their kiss.
 
    Rick was flabbergasted, and had no idea what to do at this
point.  He finally managed to gasp, "Serena, I..."
 
    "Shhh," she said.  "Will you do something for me?"
 
    "Uh, yeah, anything, I mean, um, that is..."
 
    Serena giggled at him softly, and then kissed him again to
stop his rambling.  When she leaned back from him again, she grabbed
hold of his wrists.  His hands had still been pressed against her back,
but that wasn't where she wanted them.  She moved the unresisting hands
downward, until they were resting on her ass.
 
    "What you were doing before felt so good.  Do it some more,
please," she said with a womanly smile.  Rick's eyes widened, but she
gave him no time to protest as she kissed him again.  Eventually,
Rick's fingers seemed to regain their own mind, and began to move in
small circles as they had before, kneading Serena's ass through her
slacks.  He would admit that he loved the feel of her against him, but
he was too disconcerted to really enjoy the experience yet.
 
    After long moments of this, Serena finally slipped her
hands downward, reaching for Rick's pants.  She had them undone in
seconds; Rick had no time to react to what she'd done.  By the time he
even realized what her motions meant, she had pulled his shirt free of
his pants and forced it up his body.
 
    She broke their kiss as she forcibly removed the offending
garment from his body.  With his mouth free of the pleasant but
insistent attention of her own, he was able to try to voice an
objection.
 
    "Serena, what..."
 
    "Hush," she said softly, but firmly.  When she'd finally
manhandled his shirt off, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her
own, which was not tucked in for a very good reason.  Her hands flew
up, pulling her shirt off and exposing her bare chest; she was not
wearing a bra.
 
    Rick gasped at the sight of Serena's tits.  Her areolas
were the size of half-dollars, and almost the same tanned color as her
skin.  Her nipples were erect, and standing out, begging for
attention.  Rick was mesmerized by the sight before him, and he once
again lost the ability to speak.  He lay on the bed with his arms
beside him, totally confused.
 
    Serena, realizing how lost he was, reached down and took
hold of his hands once again.  She moved them up.
 
    "If you do the same thing to my breasts that you were doing
to my rear, you will find it even more enjoyable.  Or, at least I
will," she said with a coy smile.  Rick's fingers moved of their own
accord, massaging the flesh beneath them.  Serena tilted her head back
and moaned.  Rick watched in fascination as his own hands did things he
couldn't yet readily comprehend.  Serena reveled in the feel of his
soft touch - she wondered how he could be so good at this without
practice - for quite a while.
 
    Serena could feel her heat rising, and she could also feel
Rick's iron-hard dick pressing up against her crotch.  She reluctantly
withdrew from his touch, moving down his body.  Her hands grasped his
pants and yanked them down.  Rick finally got the idea, lifting his
hips up to help her.  She didn't even try to take his clothes all the
way off; she was too interested in what was under them.
 
    Rick's briefs were more carefully pulled on, but no less
insistently.  As his underwear slid down off his hips and his cock came
into view, Serena hummed to herself.  Once she'd gotten his briefs down
at his ankles with his pants, she slid her hand up his leg, keeping in
contact the whole way, until it encircled his shaft.
 
    Serena leaned down, and was about to wrap her lips around
the head of his cock, when she remembered something that Connie had
once told her.  She smiled wickedly to herself, and only gave the head
of his cock a little kiss.  Then she sat up and stared at him
hungrily.  Her hands were already working at her own pants fasteners.
 
    "Serena, what's gotten into you?" Rick asked.  He was in no
way upset, but he was certainly astonished at what his neighbor was now
doing.  He wasn't going to stop her, though.
 
    As she began to push her pants and panties down off her
hips, she responded, "It is not what has gotten into me, but what is
about to get into me, that you should be worried about!"  She arched
her eyebrows at him as she rolled herself onto her butt to get her
clothes off.  She did this so fast that to Rick it seemed she never
stopped moving, and was back on her knees next to him in a flash.
 
    Serena reached down and stroked Rick's stiff member.  He
groaned at the feel of her soft fingers.  It was obvious he was more
than ready, and so Serena straddled him, holding his dick in position. 
She rubbed the tip of his cock along her pussy lips, and they both
groaned.  She knew it was time, and so she sank her body downward,
impaling herself on his hard prick.
 
    Rick groaned in awed wonder at the new feeling washing over
his body.  The tingles were radiating from the tip of his cock to
somewhere about three feet beyond his head, or so it felt.  As Serena
reached the base of his dick, now fully impaled on his rod, he felt a
familiar and, right now, unwelcome sensation.
 
    "Oh, God!" he screamed, and he came.  He blasted his cum
deep up into Serena's cunt, splashing it against her womb.  Serena
shuddered in a small orgasm at the feel of his seed pulsing into her. 
She rocked her hips throughout his climax.  As he started to come down,
Serena saw the stricken look on his face.
 
    "Aw, shit," he said.  Serena leaned down and kissed him
briefly but passionately.  She felt his dick beginning to wither, but
she had a cure for that.  She rippled her pussy muscles along his rod,
and he shivered.
 
    "You're not getting away from me that easily, lover," she
purred into his ear.  She continued to pulse her cunt muscles,
massaging his dick.  It wasn't long before his retreating dick had
decided it wanted another go.  She felt him begin to harden, and she
rocked her hips against him, encouraging it to its fully erect state.
 
    Once Rick was hard again, she began to move her hips more,
sliding on his shaft in small, quick strokes.  She smiled when Rick
groaned in pleasure.  She loved the feel of his hard cock within her;
it awoke in her passions she had long laid to rest.
 
    Rick finally began to get into the act, his hips bucking up
to meet Serena's downward movements.  She grunted as their bodies
collided most sensually.
 
    "Rick, will you do something for me?"
 
    It was an unnecessary question; at this point, he would
have killed for her.  "Anything."
 
    She stopped their movement briefly, and leaned down to take
him into her arms.  She rolled on the bed, taking him with her.  As she
landed on her back, she spread her legs to wrap around his waist.
 
    "Take me," she said finally.
 
    Rick wasn't quite sure he understand what she meant, but
her legs pulled him inward, and so he figured he knew the first part,
at least.  He raised up onto his knees, and used his arms to keep his
weight off the beautiful woman beneath him.  He began to slide his cock
in and out of her in long, smooth motions.
 
    This was not what Serena wanted.  "Harder!  Faster!" she
growled at him, pressing her lips to his ear as her tongue explored its
recesses for a moment.  Rick got the idea, and he began to slam into
her.  Serena's head slammed backward against the bed as she let out
repeated grunts of satisfaction.
 
    "Go, yes!  Oh, God!  Fuck me!" she cried out.  Rick was
shocked to hear that particular word come out of her mouth, but it
didn't cause him to lose his rhythm.  He could feel his body rising
toward its second peak, and he only hoped that he could satisfy her
before it got here, because he didn't think he had a third one in him.
 
    Serena grabbed her tits and began to pinch and roll her
nipples.  Rick watched in fascination as she did so, and then he very
hesitantly reached out to caress the upper curve of her tit.  When he
did so, Serena grabbed his hand and moved it forcibly to her nipple.
 
    "Do it!" she nearly screamed.  He knew what she meant, and
mimicked her own actions.  Serena thrashed her head back and forth, her
body's passion rising quickly.  Rick kept thrusting into her as hard
and as fast as he could, her legs encouraging him to push in as deeply
as he could.
 
    Rick continued to grope Serena's nipple, and he was ramming
into her at full force, which caused her tits to shake with each
thrust.  He loved watching it, and he wished it would never end.
 
    Serena, however, had her eyes tightly shut.  Her mind was
going into overload, and the pleasure was beginning to be too much. 
Her muscles tensed in preparation, and her pussy contracted on Rick's
dick, making it an even tighter place for him to slide in and out of. 
He didn't slow his pace, though.  As her orgasm overtook her, Serena
screamed loudly in pleasure.  Her body began to thrash beneath her
lover, and her cunt squeezed his cock in waves, trying to milk his seed
from him.
 
    Rick had been managing to control himself until this point,
but the pleasure that was shooting through his dick was just too much. 
He let out a loud grunt, and poured his cum into Serena's grasping
pussy.  The pair bucked and twisted together for several long moments
before either of them was able to come down from their high.  Rick
would have rolled off his partner, but her legs were still locked
around him.  He settled against her, still using his arms to keep most
of his weight off her.
 
    A sudden, wonderful lethargy came over Rick, and he laid
his head on Serena's shoulder.  As she finally came down from her own
climax, she rolled to the side, but did not let go of her lover.  She
felt his dick shrinking inside her, and she longed to keep it right
where it was.  She moved her leg out from under him, but kept a firm
hold on the rest of him.  Lying like that, together, they both fell off
to sleep.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When Rick finally went home, he was dazed and more than a
little confused.  When he'd woken up to find Serena holding him softly
in her arms, he hadn't known what to do.  He had no idea what 'polite'
procedure was at that point in time.  Serena kissed him and giggled,
and then she finally let go of him.  She rolled to the far side of the
bed, and got up to go to the bathroom, and while she was gone, he'd
gotten dressed.  It was the only thing he knew to do.
 
    They hadn't talked about what they'd done; it didn't seem
like the right time to Rick, and Serena hadn't engaged in a
discussion.  She only gave him womanly looks and a very sexy smile. 
She kissed him once more, to thank him, she said, for helping her.
 
    He didn't realize that he was walking a little lopsided,
nor did he realize he had a goofy expression on his face.  Luckily, he
didn't run into his mother.  He did, however, run into Connie.
 
    *So, she got to him.  Good!*  "Okay, lover-boy, who was
she?" Connie asked, shoving him into his bedroom and closing the door. 
She knew this was the only way he'd discuss it at all.
 
    He knew what she meant, of course.  It was hard not to. 
"It was... Serena."
 
    "Whoa," Connie said appreciatively.  "Good score, bro!"
 
    Rick blushed several shades darker than crimson.  "I guess
it's your turn to break the sex barrier, huh?" he asked.  It was an old
joke between them; Rick had never thought he'd break the 'sex barrier',
as they'd never expected to break the sound barrier.
 
    "Hmm," Connie said noncommittally.  "So, was she any good?"
Connie wanted to know.
 
    "You know I'm not going to talk about that.  It's private."
 
    "Awwww.  Spoil sport."  Connie giggled as she went to the
door.  She turned back to him.  "I'm happy for you, Ricky."
 
    "Thanks."
 
 
 
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    Life was very confusing for Rick for a couple of days.  He
couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what had happened in Serena's
bedroom that day.  He had been intentionally avoiding her until he
could figure things out, or at least come to some better grasp of what
he was feeling, but he realized that it just wasn't working.
 
    Summoning up all the courage he could muster, the day
before Christmas he walked over to Serena's house, and rang the
doorbell.  He had the intense urge to run from the situation, but he
knew that would only make it worse.
 
    "Well, hello, Rick!" Serena greeted him.  She smiled
warmly, and let him in.  "What brings you by today?  Would you like
some hot apple cider?  It's awfully cold outside."
 
    "Yes, thank you," he replied, following her back to the
kitchen.  He watched from his seat at the table as she prepared the
drinks.  He spent a great deal of time studying her curves, and the way
her face looked in profile.  He realized he was staring, but he
couldn't help it.
 
    Finally, Serena was done, and she walked to the table with
the mugs.  She set his in front of him, and sat down in her usual
spot.  She smiled at him again, in the same way she had *that* day.
 
    "So, what brings you over?" she asked casually.
 
    "Serena... we need to talk... about... what happened."
 
    "Ah.  You are having... regrets?"
 
    "I'm having confusions," he corrected her.  "What... I
mean, I know this is a dumb question, but... what happened?"
 
    "If you do not know that, perhaps you need a better health
teacher."  She giggled at him, and then turned more serious.  "It
bothers you, what we did?"
 
    "Yes.  I mean, no.  I mean... shit.  Serena... you probably
already know I have *no* experience with girls..."
 
    "It was your first time."
 
    He lowered his eyes.  "Yeah."
 
    "You did not wish to give this to me?"
 
    "Yes!" he almost shouted, and blushed, "I mean... uh...
well, I mean, I didn't mind giving it to you.  That's not what's got me
so confused.  Damn... now talking to you is as hard as talking to any
other girl."  He slumped in his chair, and then took a sip of his cider.
 
    Serena moved from her chair, to sit beside Rick, instead of
across from him.  She laid her hand on his, and rubbed it gently. 
"Rick, there is nothing for you to be embarrassed about with me.  I
have known you for many years now.  I know most of your secrets.  I
know what kind of boy you are, and you are a wonderful person.  There
is no reason to hold in whatever you want to say."
 
    "But..."
 
    "There is no 'but.'  We have always been open with each
other.  I do not intend to stop being open with you, and I will be
upset if you stop being open with me.  What is it that troubles you?"
 
    "I guess it's... *why* we did it."
 
    "Did you enjoy it?"
 
    "Yes!"
 
    Serena shrugged.  "So did I.  Do we really need more of a
reason than that?"
 
    "Well..."
 
    "Rick, you know how I am about this.  I haven't been very
active in my dating life since... well, you know when.  That doesn't
mean that I have not felt the urge.  But I am afraid.  I am afraid of
getting hurt again, like before.  I knew that you could never do that
to me."
 
    "I still owe that guy something," Rick said, his attention
momentarily diverted.
 
    Serena moved her hand up to his arm.  "When I saw how
protective you were of me, that is when I first began to have
feelings.  Of course, it would have been improper, back then, to do
anything about them.  They did not go away over time, however.  Now
that you are a man, I decided that it was time for me to act on my
desire.  I am not ashamed of what we did.  It was a very wonderful
afternoon."
 
    "Yeah."
 
    "Does that... is that sufficient *why* for you?"
 
    "I guess..." he said, his voice trailing off.
 
    "There is something else?" she asked, fairly sure of what
was bothering him now.
 
    "Can we...  Will we ever do it again?"
 
    Serena gave him a very womanly smile.  "We should wait
until after tomorrow to have this conversation.  For now, just consider
it... my Christmas gift to you, and yours to me."  She leaned forward
and pressed her lips to his.  He kissed back readily, enjoying the feel
of her mouth against his.  Their tongues were soon playing happily
together, and their kiss deepened.
 
    After a few minutes of necking, Serena gently pushed away. 
Rick let her go, though he would certainly have liked to continue.
 
    Serena was a little out of breath.  "Those girls at school
do not know what they are missing!" she said with a smile.  Rick
blushed, and said nothing.  "I think that you should go now.  We will
talk again, after tomorrow."
 
    "Okay.  Serena?"
 
    "Yes, Rick?"
 
    "Thanks for the Christmas present."  He kissed her again
softly, and she let him.  Then she walked him out, and closed the
door.  

    *Madre de Dios**!  I think my toes are still tingling from
that boy's kiss!*
 
 
 
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    Though Christmas had ceased to be much of a gift-giving
holiday for the Tucker clan, their mother always made sure that they
each got something.  Rick saved up money for most of the year to buy
the gifts for his mother and sister.  Still, they didn't amount to a
whole lot.
 
    From his mother, Rick received some much-needed clothes,
and a few books that he'd been wanting lately.  She tried to hide the
fact that she despaired at only being able to provide her children with
the most mediocre of gifts.  Rick didn't care; she'd put a lot of
thought into what she'd given him, and that meant more to him than the
gifts themselves.
 
    Connie was the one family member who didn't have any
income.  Rick and his mother worked hard to keep it that way; they
wanted at least one of them to have some freedom.  It did, however,
leave her a little nonplussed as to what to do for Christmas.  That is,
until she learned to knit.  She'd made a fairly fancy scarf for her
mother that was colorful and contained a very intricate pattern of
stitching on it.
 
    When Rick opened his present from his sister, he found a
very finely knitted, deep-blue sweater.  He pulled it out gently, and
held it up.  It looked to be exactly his size.
 
    "By the way, you can have your *other* sweater back now,
too," Connie said.  "I had to have one for size comparison."  She
smiled at him, and he laughed.  When he went to set the sweater back in
the box, he noticed an envelope lying in the bottom of the box.  It was
the size of a Christmas card.
 
    When he pulled it out, he found it was, in fact, a
Christmas card.  He didn't pay a lot of attention to the mushy card
message, but opened it, to see what this was about.  They didn't
usually get cards for each other.  In the card, was a note:
 
 
 
Ricky:  

Although I'm proud of the sweater, it's not enough to give my dearest
brother for Christmas.  I have something else to give you, but it's
private.  I'll find you after Mom goes to work.
 
Merry Christmas!
 
    Rick looked over at Connie quizzically, but he saw her
shake her head fractionally, her eyes darting over to their mother.  He
nodded as slightly as she had moved, and put the card down.
 
    "Thanks, Sis," he said with a smile.  She grinned at him,
happy that he liked the sweater.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Neither of the children was happy that their mother had to
go to work on Christmas Day.  Connie, however, was less upset about it
than Rick was, since it gave her an opportunity to carry out her
plans.  She knew that it would be hard enough for Rick to accept what
she wanted; she only hoped that having already experienced sex with
Serena would have awakened or released whatever was necessary for him
to be with her, as well.
 
    Connie waited until their mother had been gone an hour. 
That way, Connie knew she wouldn't be coming home for something she'd
forgotten, and she would have a good seven hours to fulfill her dream. 
She was dressed as if she was going to bed, in her nightshirt.  She
wandered down the hall, looking for her brother, but she found him
sitting in the living room, drinking a soda and watching the twinkling
lights on the Christmas tree.  She watched him for a bit, secretly,
just admiring him from a distance.  She then took off her glasses and
set them on the shelf.  Things were a little bit blurry now, but for
what was coming, she didn't think she'd need to see perfectly.
 
    Rick turned his head smoothly when he heard Connie walk
into the room.  He kept his eyes firmly fixed to her face when he saw
how she was dressed.  The last thing he wanted was for his sister to
think he was checking her out, though he had often studied her form
when he knew she wouldn't see him.  He smiled at her now as she crossed
the room and slipped down beside him on the couch.  He was startled
when she slid over right next to him, and turned to face him.
 
    "You know," he said quietly, "the sweater really was
enough.  It's beautiful."
 
    "I'm glad you like it... but it's just a bunch of yarn. 
You deserve something more... special than that."
 
    He looked at her curiously.  He noticed for the first time
that she wasn't wearing her glasses, which she only took off to shower
and sleep.  Without them, he thought she was even prettier than usual,
though he thought she was cute anyway.
 
    "So... why couldn't you give me whatever it is this
morning?" he asked.
 
    "Mom wouldn't understand," she said.  Before Rick could ask
the question that Connie could see forming in his mind, she leaned
forward, rising up on her knees.  "She really wouldn't get it if I did
this in front of her."  Saying that, she leaned the final way in,
bringing her hand up to her brother's cheek, and pressing her lips to
his.
 
    It was a long moment before Rick was able to respond
properly, or indeed at all, since his reaction might not be considered
proper by some.  He moved his arm out from between them, and wrapped it
around his sister's back, pulling her more tightly against him.  He was
very surprised that Connie was doing what she was doing, but the only
way to fight her off would be to use force, and it was much more
pleasant to just kiss back.
 
    Rick barely noticed as Connie's hand slid from his cheek
and down his chest.  It escaped his conscious awareness that she was
unfastening his pants - her tongue made sure of this, as it demanded
admittance into his mouth.  It wasn't until her small hand reached in
and caressed the outline of his hardening dick through his briefs that
he had an inkling that the kiss was *not* where this present ended.
 
    He moved back away from Connie, breaking their kiss. 
"Connie, what-"
 
    "Shh.  That was just the unwrapping part.  Now we get to
your present."  Connie loved giving head; the two boys who had tried to
pressure her into sex had been more than happy to receive her
blowjobs.  She reached in and very, very carefully extracted her
brother's growing dick through the slit in his underwear.  She looked
down and admired it as her soft fingers encircled it, stroking its
length gently to bring it to full erection.
 
    Serena had told Connie that she had *almost* blown Rick
during their lovemaking, but she'd remembered that Connie liked doing
this, and so had refrained.  Connie thanked her for that; she loved the
idea of being Rick's first.  She bent over, noting that, despite his
very uncertain reaction, he wasn't going to stop her.  As her lips
touched the tip of his cock, he groaned out her name.  She didn't stop
to see what he might have wanted.
 
    Connie ran her tongue around the head of his cock, and then
slid it down one side, using her lips and tongue to arouse him and
prepare him for sucking.  She slid back up the other side, and then
kissed the tip of his cock again.  With a slow, sensual motion, she
slipped his dick into her mouth; her lips kept contact all the way as
she pulled more and more of him in.
 
    Rick threw his head back against the sofa as he felt his
sister's mouth engulfing his cock.  He could feel his cockhead come up
against the back of her throat, and he was astonished when she didn't
stop.  He marveled as she continued to pull his cock into her mouth
until she had all of it.  Her tongue slipped wetly along the side of
his dick, and he groaned at the sensation.
 
    After just a couple of seconds to adjust, Connie began to
bob on her brother's prick.  Her lips and tongue worked together to
cause wonderful friction.  Rick thought he could feel her trying to
suck his entire body out through his dick, and the tingles shot from
his head to his feet and back again.  His hands flew to the back of her
head, not pushing her down, but certainly encouraging her.  She would
have smiled if her mouth wasn't full, and she increased her pace on his
throbbing dick.
 
    It wasn't long before Rick could feel his impending
orgasm.  He grunted in warning, twice, but Connie didn't care.  She
continued to suck on him until he simply couldn't hold back any
longer.  With a final, loud grunt, he blew his load into her mouth with
such force he almost expected it to push her head off his lap.  It
didn't, and Connie continued to suck and slurp every drop of his seed. 
When his climax began to subside, he felt her swallow, which caused
another couple of spurts of his dick.  Only when he was fully deflated
did Connie let his dick loose from her mouth.
 
    Reaching over, Connie grabbed Rick's soda.  She took a
mouthful, and swished it around.  She loved the taste of his cum, but
since she was about to kiss him, and didn't figure *he* would like the
taste, she was trying to remove it.  She set the glass back down, and
climbed into her brother's lap, straddling his waist and trapping his
dick between them.
 
    Connie plastered her lips to her brother's, and kissed him
hotly.  Rick admitted her tongue as soon as it slipped out of her
mouth, and he was more eager to participate this time.  Connie thought
that was good; it meant that he wasn't rejecting her, which was
something she had feared.
 
    When Connie finally leaned back slightly, to give them both
a chance to take a breath, Rick smiled at her.
 
    "That was a hell of a Christmas present."
 
    "I'm not done yet," she said.  "There's more unwrapping to
be done... and I guess I'll have to do that, too."  She reached down
and grabbed the hem of her nightshirt, crossing her arms as she did. 
In one smooth motion, she pulled it up and off her body, letting it
fall to the couch beside them.  Now she sat in her brother's lap,
completely nude, for she wasn't wearing any panties.
 
    Rick's first impulse was to turn away; he had been raised
with a certain amount of modesty, and it was impolite to watch people
undress.  On the other hand, she was intentionally undressing in front
of him, and his *other* impulse - to take in her wonderful naked body -
took over.  His eyes roamed her form until they locked on her ample
tits.  Connie blushed at his evaluative gaze; she didn't think she had
much to look at, except that her boobs were a nice size.
 
    Rick gulped; it was hard not to think of his sister
sexually when she was sitting in his lap, naked.  He wanted to... but
could he?  Would she slap him?
 
    "Connie, can I... touch them?"
 
    "Absolutely," she replied.
 
    Rick brought his hands up and gently cupped his sister's
tits.  She moaned as his fingers tenderly manipulated her flesh.  When
his fingers found her nipples, she gasped in pleasure.
 
    Rick wasn't sure what was happening, but he figured he'd
better take his chances before she came to her senses.  He leaned in
hesitantly, and brought his mouth to one of her nipples.  His tongue
flicked out, and swiped over it, and Connie cried out.
 
    "Oh, God!" she yelled, and her hands went to the back of
his head, trying to force her tit into his mouth.  He got the idea, and
kept up his tongue motions.  Connie began to squirm in his lap as he
let his hand play with her other tit, to keep it occupied.  After a
while, he switched nipples, giving the other one the same treatment.
 
    By this point, Connie was almost completely lost in
pleasure.  No guy had ever even seen her naked before, though one had
managed to cop a feel beneath her blouse.  She had wanted Rick for a
long time, and this moment was the culmination of her fantasy, if...
 
    If.
 
    She very gently and reluctantly pushed him off her breast. 
He let go of her instantly, and looked up to see if she was angry or
upset.  The look on her face contained neither of those emotions,
though he wasn't quite sure what he saw.
 
    "Ricky," she said, her voice purring smoothly from her
throat, "There's one more thing I wanted to give you for Christmas."
 
    Rick gulped before asking, "What's that?"
 
    "My cherry," she replied.  She saw him go pale in shock and
surprise.  "I've had dreams about you for months.  Every time I go out
with one of those sleaze-balls from school, I can't help but compare
him to you, and of course he looks like... well, a sleaze-ball, when I
do that.  There's only one guy I want to give my virginity to, and
that's you."
 
    She slipped off his lap, and stepped across the room a
ways.  She knew this was a dangerous move; he could get up and run out
on her now.  Still, she was resolved to do this in a very specific
way.  She lay down on the Christmas throw rug that their mother put in
front of the tree each year, normally to set the presents on.  This was
part of the message to her brother.  She looked up at him, and tried
her best come-hither expression.
 
    "Come get your present," she said in a husky voice.
 
    Rick sat, flabbergasted.  He couldn't believe that his
sister was asking him to screw her... to be the *first* to screw her,
even.  He also couldn't deny that staring at her naked body, lying on
the floor with her legs spread slightly and her hands running up the
insides of her thighs, was causing his dick to harden.
 
    "Connie... are you serious?"  He feared she was playing
some kind of joke, even after what she'd already done.
 
    "As a heart attack.  C'mon, get over here."
 
    Rick shook his head, trying to clear it, or to let the
ideas settle into place, he wasn't sure which.  He sat for a moment,
trying to decide what to do.  He loved Connie dearly, but wasn't this
supposed to be 'wrong'?  On the other hand...
 
    *Hell with it, *he thought to himself.  He pulled his dick
back through the slit in his underwear, and then pulled his pants and
underwear down as he stood up from the couch.  He stepped out of them
and walked over to where she lay, removing his shirt as he went.  By
the time he reached her, he was as naked as she was.  He knelt down
beside her, and placed his hand gently on her abdomen.
 
    With the way he was positioned, Connie had the strong urge
to take his dick back into her mouth again, but refrained; she wanted
it somewhere else now.  He rubbed her stomach gently, looking down at
her with brotherly affection... and something more than that.
 
    "Connie... you know this is probably going to hurt..."
 
    She nodded.  "I'd rather suffer it from someone who cares
that it's going to hurt than someone who just wants to get off," she
replied.
 
    "You're sure?"
 
    She nodded, trying to encourage him with her eyes.  He
slipped down to lay beside her, and she turned to face him.  They
kissed, tenderly at first, but their passion built quickly.  Rick
fondled her breast, and she stroked his dick, until they could no
longer contain their fervor.
 
    Rick rolled on top of his sister, and she parted her legs
for him.  He couldn't believe he was about to do this, but he also
couldn't stop.  He looked down at her, smiling back up at him, and he
melted inside.
 
    "You're beautiful, Sis," he said.  She blushed; he'd never
said that to her before.
 
    He rubbed the head of his dick back and forth across her
slit, but he could tell she was definitely wet and ready.  Very
carefully, he positioned himself, and began to push in.  As the head of
his dick pressed into her hole, Connie groaned in pleasure.
 
    "Oh, God, that feels good..." she moaned.
 
    Rick moved slowly in and out until the whole head of his
dick was in.  It was shortly after that when he felt her barrier
blocking his way.  He didn't stop moving, but he did slow down a little.
 
    "This is the part that's going to hurt," he said to her. 
"There could also be some blood."
 
    "I took health class, too," she said, smiling up at him. 
She stroked his sides, encouraging him to take her.
 
    Rick kept moving, though he pushed more forcefully into
her.  He could feel her barrier stretching with each push, and finally,
he felt it tear.  Connie gasped in pain, and he froze, afraid that it
was more pain than she could take.  He looked down at her, to see a
wince cross her brow, but then it cleared, to be replaced with a look
of determination.
 
    "Go... slow," she said.
 
    Rick pushed ever so slowly into his sister's depths. 
Occasionally, she winced, but she never asked him to stop.  It was a
long moment before he finally was fully buried in her pussy, and he
stopped then, rocking just slightly back and forth.  He waited for her
to say something.
 
    "That... feels... really, really... big." she said to him,
her eyes filled with wonder.  Rick blushed; he didn't really know if he
was big or not, but to have his sister say something like *that* at a
time like this...
 
    "What do you want me to do?" he asked, uncertain of his
next move.
 
    "I want you to do to me what you did to Serena," she said. 
"She made it sound like a lot of fun," Connie watched Rick's face as
she revealed her little secret.
 
    "She *told* you?" Rick gasped.
 
    "Told me?  Hell, it was my idea!"  She giggled at him.  "I
wanted to give you something *really *special this Christmas."  She
looked up at him, and a frown crossed her face.  "You're not mad, are
you?"
 
    Rick leaned down and kissed his sister, hard.  He broke the
kiss after only a few seconds, and smiled.  "How can I ever get mad
with you?  Besides, you were only trying to do something nice for me...
and you succeeded.  But I can't do to you what I did to Serena."
 
    "What?" she cried.  "Why not?"
 
    "Because Serena wanted it... er... hard and fast.  I'm
afraid that would hurt you."
 
    "Oh," his sister said, her eyes going wide.  She realized
how much her brother cared about her, even with his dick buried in her
pussy.  "Well... then...  I mean, you know more than I do..."
 
    "Not by much, Sis!" he said with a laugh.  He leaned down,
and wrapped his arms around her, and then rolled to the side.  "I have
read a few things, though."
 
    After a little arranging, Rick was able to slide his cock
in and out of his sister while they were lying together on their
sides.  He moved slowly and gently, watching her reaction carefully. 
In only a couple of minutes, the pain was almost completely forgotten. 
The slow, rhythmic moving also helped him control his own arousal,
which meant that they could spend a long time together.
 
    After a while, Connie began to roll her hips against her
brother's movements.  He took this as a sign that she wanted him to
move a little faster, and so he did, pushing into her more forcefully,
but still keeping an eye out for any discomfort or pain he might be
causing.  Connie let loose with a long moan as he seemed to hit a
particularly sensitive spot.  He did it again, and she really began to
move her hips against him.
 
    "Oh, fuck yes," she said, almost reverently.  "Damn, that
feels good!"
 
    Rick smiled, and continued to thrust into his sister,
trying to keep moving across that same spot.  Soon, she was squirming
against him, and her pussy was clamping down on him.  The pleasure of
that began to ignite his own arousal, pushing him towards his pinnacle
of pleasure.  Connie began to grunt and moan, urging him to thrust into
her harder.
 
    The pair began to buck together, their bodies seeming to
merge into one as their movements united toward a singular goal.
 
    Connie reached it first, a loud scream erupting from her
throat as the largest orgasm of her life washed over her body.  Her
back arched, thrusting her tits into her brother's chest.  Her hips
rocked and bucked, riding his cock faster and harder.  Her legs
contracted, pulling him tighter against her.
 
    With all the different sensations that Connie was sending
through his body, Rick couldn't hold out any longer.  With a final
grunt, he thrust his dick deep into her, and let his load burst forth,
spewing deep inside his sister's waiting cunt.  She screamed again at
the feel of his seed filling her depths.  After another cry of ecstasy,
she collapsed, overloaded with sensations.
 
    As he came down from his own high, Rick gathered his sister
into his arms, and held her tightly.  He laid his head on top of hers,
and rubbed her back while she slept.
 
 
 
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    Connie woke up after only a few minutes, and was overjoyed
to find that her brother was still holding her - with his dick still
buried in her pussy!  She could feel it softening, and she sighed when
it slipped from her hole, hoping against hope that it would be in there
again soon.
 
    "Merry Christmas, Connie," her brother said softly. 
"Thanks for the present."
 
    She looked up at him, and saw the soft smile on his face. 
She knew then that this would not be the last time they made love.  She
got an impish grin of her own just then.
 
    "You just wait and see what happens to you on your
birthday!"
 
 
 
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