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Ilsa and Me
by Anon (bcamelot13@charter.net)
***
A teenage boy's 12 year old sister is raped. He is
called on to take care of her and help her with her
recovery. They soon find out the healing can be fun.
(mg, preteen, ped, nc, rp, inc)
***
Prologue:
Dirk got into town on the late bus. It was dark and cool
and it felt good to be up and walking after twenty some
hours of riding rhea bus or waiting in depots. He found
the address of the YMCA and asked directions. It was
about a mile, but it was a new town to explore so he
walked. There was a stretch of residential streets and
he was tempted to do some back yard prowling, but
carrying his duffle bag made that awkward so he just
grinned and fantasized about what he might see in
lighted windows.
He checked in at the Y and they had a single so he took
it for a month. He told them he might be there longer
and it was fine to just let them know as soon as he
could. He unpacked, showered and slept for fifteen
hours.
He was punchy from the sleep when he finally got up but
he was hungry. He went to McDonalds and ate two Big
Macs, two large fries and drank three large cokes. He
topped it all off with a chocolate shake and then
wandered through town, checking the theaters, the
library, mall areas - all the places kids hang out or
wander around. Playgrounds used to be good, but lately,
they were crowded with mothers watching the kids. It was
a bad place to be seen too often.
He went back to the Y and read the bulletin board to
check for middle school activities. There were none, but
there was a notice asking for volunteers to help with
camp registration the following week on Monday and
Tuesday.
Dirk went and offered to do whatever was needed and he
was welcomed. "Be here at the desk at seven Monday
morning to help set up. We'll buy lunch for the
morning's work and dinner if you stay till quitting at
five." Sounded good and Dirk said he would be there for
the full day.
He wasted the rest of the weekend and on Monday was the
first to arrive. He set up tables and chairs for a while
and then had coffee and donuts -on the house. They said
they usually had 150 to 200 registrations the first day
and as many as 300 the second. Dirk would be collecting
the filled-out forms from the tables and bringing them
to the office for final approval.
Dirk watched as the mommies and daddies came in with
their kids. It was disappointing - all the kids were
boys. The Y. logically offered no girl's camp though
since it was the Young Men's yackety yack. Dirk was
ready to quit when he saw a family with a boy and two
girls in tow.
"Kid sisters gotta be somewhere he thought. I might get
lucky yet." He watched carefully the rest of the day and
was able to admire a few preteen girls, but not one he
really was excited by. He enjoyed the free dinner at a
local TGIF, and even paid a bit extra to have a steak
instead of the meatloaf. Satisfied, he slept well and
was optimistic when he went down to work again on
Tuesday.
It was same routine on Tuesday. He watched the parking
lot and carried forms and before lunch, he was rewarded
by a family of four - A boy about 13 or so and a blonde
angel a year or so younger.
The parents, obviously affluent, got out of a Jaguar
sedan and they came into the lobby. They were seated at
the 'R-S-T table and Dirk made sure to get the forms at
that one.
He memorized the address and studied them as they
chatted with another couple. The boy and his sister
talked to each other and to the son of the friends. They
stood outside talking for quite a while and Dirk was
able to study the little blond. She was blond to point
of being almost white haired. Her butt was a bubble and
her body barely into the development of hips. She had a
loose shirt on and he couldn't tell about her tits, if
any. He didn't really care. It wasn't her tittles that
he wanted her for.
On Wednesday, he bought a city map and found the street
the kid lived on. He rode a bus, timing the ride and got
off a block from the street he was looking for. It was a
two-block walk to the house number, pleasant though,
since it went along a park. He found a spot to watch
from and waited. They arrived home after an hour and he
watched them empty some grocery bags from the car, and
then the dad got into a Volvo and drove off. Mom and the
blond came out and drove off a bit later.
Dirk walked back to the bus stop and waited. He made a
mental list of the things he would need when he came for
the girl. He knew he might have to do something with
mommy but he had had that problem before and it was an
easy one. A little rope and a couple of hankies and
there was no interruption in the activities. He thought
it might be fun to have mommy watch.
He shopped that afternoon to get the items on his mental
list. Clothesline was cheap and came in varying lengths.
He got fifty feet. He bought a switchblade knife as
well. They scared hell out of most women and gave him
time to get things set up for his comfort. All he had to
do was wait for the boy to go off to camp, which would
happen on Friday. He went to a drug store and got some
anesthetic ointment, which was used, on internal
hemorrhoids.
He knew it worked on girl's cherries too. He had used it
before. He liked busting the cherry and watching how
they felt when his cock tore into them. He liked it as
much later, when he could fuck them and keep it from
hurting too much with the ointment. He had made a couple
of them cum the second or third time he fucked them. He
figured a full day with the kid and out by about 4:30 or
so. He would watch again and check on dad's home arrival
time after work.
Dirk was relaxed and ready for the little kid. He had
seen her name on the application for camp under
'siblings'. She was Ilsa. Her brother was Tim, and Dirk
cared nothing about the parent's names. He was coming
for Ilsa and looking forward to her little body. He
spent several more hours watching the house over the
remainder of the week. Mom was gone almost all day every
day and dad got home about 6:30 each evening. They all
went to dinner together one evening and were home by
eight.
Dirk figured to enter the house about 9 or 9:15 and be
out by 4:30. He would have to kill the kid and her
mother. He didn't like wearing a mask. He liked to feel
them with his face as well as his hands and his cock.
Especially with his cock. Once in every opening was his
motto. He chuckled. But a young cunt was so good.
'Tight. Oh God, it was tight.'
He almost regretted the times he only did their cunts,
but it was always worth it. Ass holes were fun but
looser unless they were really little, like 3 or 4. And
then, the cunt was practically nonexistent and ya hadda
do it somewhere else. So little Ilsa was likely to have
her sweet little pussy used at least twice and maybe
even more if her ass hole didn't get his attention.
Dirk went back to the Y and relaxed. He needed to cum,
but was saving it all for his Friday fun. The busses
were to leave by 7:30 AM. The guys said it was usually
between 8 and 9 before they got everybody signed in
loaded on the right bus. The parents all stood around a
waved goodbye and then wound up talking to each other.
They were cleared out usually by half past nine. That
irritated dirk. He had planned on a fast fuck by then.
He had about eight hours to use on the little cunt and
he wanted every minute of it.
Friday morning Dirk was up and went for breakfast at
McDonalds when it opened at six thirty. He wanted to
check on the family when they brought Tim to the bus. He
would leave immediately for the house and watch for them
to come home and for daddy to go to work. After that,
the day was his.
He stood by the front door of the Y watching the parents
signing their boys in. Tim and daddy came in together
and Dirk slipped outside to see if the blond and her mom
were there too. He spotted the Jaguar right away and
then the two blond heads of mother and daughter chatting
to other parents. He waited till the brother and daddy
came back and then picked up his packages and went to
the bus stop.
He got to the house and settled in the park where he
could just see the driveway and the Volvo parked. At ten
fifteen, daddy and mommy and the kid came back and all
went in the house. Dad came out ten minutes later and
drove off.
Dirk had arranged his equipment and was heading for the
house when mom came out and Goldilocks stood in the
door. He heard mom saying ".... and I'll be back about
six and we'll go out for dinner when dad gets home."
The kid said something back but Dirk didn't hear it. He
was gloating about having the kid all alone for the day.
He wouldn't have to waste time putting mommy down.
She drove off and dirk had gone on by. He gave her ten
minutes to come back and get whatever she might have
forgotten and then returned and went to the door and
knocked. He heard footsteps and stepped back away from
the door so as not to scare her. She opened the door and
looked at him and said, "Yes?"
He smiled and said, "Hi Ilsa. Your Dad wanted me to fix
the thermostat. He said it was acting up. Take about 2
minutes to check it and I'll be out of here to get the
parts for it. Okay?"
She was surprised that he knew her name, but her dad had
so many guys working for him it wasn't the first time
someone she didn't remember, knew her. She stepped back
and he came in and set his package on the floor.
She closed the door and he turned to her and said, "My
name is Dirk. Where's your thermostat?"
She said, " In the hall," and turned and led the way,
her little butt moving nicely in the short skirt. She
stopped by the square box on the wall and looked at him.
Dirk said, "I want you to take your skirt off, Ilsa. I
don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't do as I
tell you." He pushed the button on the switchblade and
it clanked open.
She turned and started to run down the hall and he
grabbed her arm and held her. He pressed the point of
the knife against her belly and said, "If you wiggle at
all you're going to get cut. If you scream, you're going
to get cut." And then he said louder and fast, "And if
you don't take your skirt of right now, you're going to
get cut."
He shook her and let go of her arm. She had started to
cry and tears were rolling down her cheeks. He let her
stand there a minute and then raised the knife and slid
it into the waistband of her skirt. It was new and very
sharp and it cut the material as he pressed down. She
made a small moaning sound and he could see her
resistance leave her.
She had become aware of the fact that he was going to do
what he wanted to.
Dirk said, "I told you I don't wanna hurt ya. I will if
I have to but I don't wanna. I just want us to have a
little fun and then I'm gonna leave. I'll tie you up
when I go so I can get away from here, but I ain't gonna
hurt ya. Now. Take. Off. Your. Skirt."
Ilsa fumbled at her waist and found the buttons and
loosened them the skirt slid down her legs forming a
velvet puddle at her feet. She wore white panties, which
were a size too small for her. They fit her like a
second skin and were molded to her immature little body
like a rubber glove. Dirk was half hard and seeing her
slit outlined in the soft cotton raised his cock to its
full length He wasn't large, but Ilsa saw the ballooning
of his pants and turned pale.
"You're gonna hurt me. Please don't hurt me. I'm scared.
I want mom. Please leave me alone. Please."
Dirk ignored the babbling. It was always pretty much the
same and he had heard it all many times before. He
picked her up with one arm around her waist and wandered
along the hall looking for her room. The second one on
the left was obviously hers. All pink and frilly and
with a queen sized bed. He tossed her on the bed and she
bounced and sat where she landed her legs spread and her
slit obvious in the tight panties.
Dirk said, "Ilsa. Take off your blouse. Now." He touched
the tip of the knife to her belly and waited several
seconds. He poked the point at her a little, knowing it
would get her attention if it cut her slightly. She
jerked and unbuttoned her blouse and pulled off one arm
and then the other, trying to cover her chest with it as
she did so. He reached out and pulled it out of her
hands and admired her chest.
Small, pink but obviously budding nipples stood out from
small pads of beginning breast. 'She would be a honey in
a couple of years,' he thought. 'If she had a couple of
years.'
"Stand up," he said
She had socks on and she stood on the bed almost at eye
level with him. He admired her body gazing at the young
mounds on her chest and at the indentation of her
panties over her slit.
"What do you call your bottom, Ilsa? All girls have a
name for it. What do you call yours?"
She turned scarlet. She was a pale skinned blond and
when she blushed it was a sight. She was red from her
knees to her hairline. "I um, I don't call it anything.
It's just down there is all it is. I uh, I don't, um."
He interrupted her. "I asked you a question. He reached
out and held her nipple with his rough fingers. He
squeezed and she groaned as he twisted her nipple.
"Oh geeze it hurts. Please don't. Ow. Oh, oh, oh poop,
it hurts, please." She was tearing again. Not crying,
but tears were running down her face as she shook with
pain.
He let her go and asked her again, "What do you call you
bottom?"
"Um, my um, my cunny. It's what all the girls call it.
My cunny." She pressed her hand against the tortured
nipple trying to ease the sting of the twisted flesh.
Dirk said, "Ilsa. Look at me. I told you, I don't want
to hurt you. I will if I have to. You have to do what I
say and I won't hurt you anymore. But don't stall
around. Do what I say and you won't get hurt."
She knew he was lying. She could see the pleasure on his
face when he was hurting her. She knew she had to try it
his way though. It hurt too much. She had to do what he
wanted.
She nodded. "I'll try to be good. I don't wanna hurt
anymore."
"Now you're being smart." Dirk tried to smile at her
though he knew his smile was not a good look for him.
"Let me see your tittie. I can stop the hurt sometimes."
She let her hand fall away from her swollen and sore
nipple and he bent his head close and held her breast,
moving his hand around on it, avoiding the nipple. He
pulled her in close and sucked the nipple into his
mouth, licking at it with his tongue. It happened so
fast, Isa didn't have time to be scared. And, It did
ease the stinging on her booby.
He did it for a minute and then sat back up. "Feel
better?"
Ilsa nodded. She was embarrasses by the sense of
violation she felt. But it had eased the pain. She
nodded again.
Dirk stood up and said, " Okay Ilsa. Stand up on the
bed."
She got to her feet and stood. She could see his pants
sticking put where his thing was. She knew boys got
hard. Her class had had the school nurse do "the talk"
about sex stuff. She had been interested, just not
involved. It had felt like it was about other people.
Now it felt much too much like it was about her.
Dirk stared at her. Her nipple stood up pointy and firm.
It was from the pain as well as the sucking he knew. He
hoped he could get the other one up as well from sucking
on it.
"Come over here," he told her as he moved close to the
bed.
She moved near to him and stood. He put his hands on her
waist and moved her closer and bent and sucked the other
nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it gently and used
his tongue as he did it.
Ilsa was frightened but determined to not be hurt
anymore.
She stood quietly as he mouthed her. It didn't hurt at
all and it kind of tickled but not really. It made her
tingle a little. His hands moved down onto her butt and
he pulled her closer and kept his hands there. They
moved against her rear as he felt her back there. It was
scary and she whimpered. His hands continued to move on
her butt, but harder and he was pulling her butt up and
she could feel it tugging between her legs. She was
crying again and she didn't know why.
Dirk was enjoying the little ass he was toying with. He
knew the movement of her butt cheeks could make her hot
if he kept it up for a while, but he wanted to get his
cock into her and didn't really care if she was hot or
not when he did it.
He stopped sucking and dropped his hands. He said,
"Ilsa,
Take your panties off. Just slip them down and step out
of them and give them to me."
She was scared again. No one had seen her bare in years,
not since she and Timmy had played doctor the last time
and mom had caught them. She slowly hooked her thumbs in
the waistband and tugged.
"Do I have to?" she asked him.
He nodded. "Off. Now. And I want them."
She pulled them down over her butt and then pushed them
down her thighs. She had to push them way down since
they were tight on her legs. She got them to her feet
and stepped out of them and bent and picked them up and
handed them to him. He took them had held them to his
face and smelled them.
"I love the smell of little girls." he said. She knew he
would say that even as she felt sort of revolted by his
nose in her panties. It was such a personal thing. It
made her mad and scared her at the same time. It was
just a wrong thing to do.
He had her turn around with her back to him. She could
see him in the mirror and he just looked at her.
"Bend over and touch your toes," he said.
She hesitated and slowly bent at the waist and, with her
legs tightly together, she touched her toes. They had
done exercises in gym and she was good at it, keeping
her legs straight and not cheating with bent knees. He
watched her and told her to spread her feet apart.
She moved them apart several inches and he told her,
"More."
She spread them wider and could feel cool air on her
bottom and realized what he was looking at. It made her
shudder to think about. She peeked in the mirror and he
was close to her bottom, his mouth, open staring between
her spread legs.
"Please," she said. "Can I stand up?"
"No. Stay there. I'll let you know when to stand up."
He reached out and felt her butt again and this time he
pulled her apart back there. His finger touched her poop
hole and felt it and poked it and then he went down onto
her soft bottom stuff. He felt her all around. His skin
was rough and it was scratchy but didn't hurt. He kept
spreading her open and touching and squeezing and she
got a little dizzy from being bent over and all the
tugging and stuff he was doing.
She told him she was dizzy and he said, "Okay, lie
down."
She flopped down onto her back and lay there for a
minute. He stared at her and said, roll over onto your
belly.
She rolled and as she did he dragged her to the edge of
the bed so that her legs were off the bed and her body
was flat on it. He spread her legs apart and she felt
him press in between them and then his breath was
blowing against her bottom and the she felt herself get
sucked into his mouth, Her whole bottom was wet and
getting licked and sucked and it made a hot place in her
way deep inside and she was suddenly drifting in a
sensation she had never had.
It was nasty and good at the same time. He kept moving
around behind her and sucking at her cunny and then he
stopped and stepped back and she felt nothing for a
minute and then there was a hot pressure against her
bottom. It slid around on her for a minute or more and
felt good, very good. And then it began pressing hard
against her in back and it stretched her and felt good
some more and then it started to hurt and it stretched
her more and then she tore and she screamed as the thing
moved inside her. It burned as it went
through the sore place he had torn open and kept going
in and in and in and she screamed again against the
hand, which was suddenly over her mouth. He lay on top
of her and she could feel him humping into her burning
bottom. In and out he kept going and he got fast and
harder and it was hitting her deep inside and hurting
there too and then it got all hot in her and he sort of
froze and held her and jerked and shook, and then
dropped down on her heavy and she could barely breathe.
She was crying now, not just tears, but sobbing and
hiccupping and runny-nose wailing. It burned in her
bottom where he was still sticking into her. He was
heavy and she couldn't get her breath.
He finally stirred and rolled off of her, sliding the
thing out of her. It hurt again as it left her and she
groaned. She saw it as he stood up. It was big and ugly
and bloody and drippy. He walked into the bathroom and
she heard him peeing. It sounded like Timmy except Timmy
seldom peed straight into the water and didn't make
hardly any noise.
Ilsa tucked herself into a ball and lay on her bed. Her
bottom wet with what had to be her blood. She could feel
it oozing out and being yucky. And it hurt. All the way
up inside her it hurt. A deep achy hurt that pulsed with
her heart beating. And it hurt at the outside where he
had split her open. It was a stinging, burning pain that
was steady and not easing at all. When Dirk came out of
the bathroom he went and got a coke and sat and drank it
as he stared at her.
When he finished it he came over to her and said, "Hold
still." He pushed the small end of the coke bottle into
her bottom and held it there a minute and then pushed
the big part of the bottle in. He snickered and walked
out, She was all stretched again and the ache was worse.
She cried a while and fell asleep.
She awoke when he pulled the bottle out of her and began
washing her bottom. He had a towel tucked under her and
was using a washcloth, It had cold water on it and he
said it was to help stop the bleeding and to make it
feel better sooner. It stung and didn't feel better and
it didn't make the deeper ache go away.
He had no clothes on and his big thing scared her again.
It was sort of hanging half down and still poking out in
front of him. It was ugly and droopy. And big. She
couldn't believe it had gone into her. She cried some
more and wished mom would come home and make it stop.
She woke up again a while later and she was tied to her
own bed. Her arms over her head and her legs to the foot
end spread apart. She began crying again and he came in
and looked down at her.
"You need to get over it, honey. We got all day to play
here and I'm gonna fuck you again pretty soon. This time
I might go up your ass. It won't hurt as bad, but it
won't feel as good either. Pretty soon you'll like the
way it feels."
In a panic now, she was almost hysterical as he walked
out and she struggled with the scarves he had tied her
with. It was gonna happen again. Ilsa knew she couldn't
stand to have it again.
He came in with a tube of some kind of cream and smeared
it on her burning bottom. It hurt a bunch when he wiped
it on her but felt better a while later. He had pushed
some of it into her butt hole and she was scared he was
gonna do it in there.
Sometime later, he came back in and his thing was all-
big again and sticking up. He sat on the bed and rubbed
her nipples. It really hurt on the sore one and made the
other one stiff and it sort of hurt cuz his fingers were
so rough and scratchy. When he started to play in her
bottom she screamed at him to please don't but he never
seemed to hear her. He just kept poking into her holes
and rubbing on the sides of her crack.
She kept telling him it hurt and to please stop and
sobbing and he got really mad and shook her and said,
"You think this hurts? I'll show you hurts." He bent
down and bit her on her tummy, where it comes together
with her hip area. Ilsa shrieked as he bit. The pain was
so great she got faint and sort of passed out but never
stopped feeling his teeth on her. He let go and rose up
over her and got between her legs and spit on his thing
and then shoved it into her again.
She shrieked again as it slid up inside her even though
the pain was not bad. Maybe cuz where he bit her hurt so
bad, but the in and out wasn't as hurty as it was the
first time. He did it for a long time and then got all
stiff again and pushed way in her and she felt the hot
in her again. This time he got up and said go to sleep.
I'll wake you up again when I want some more.
She lay there for a long time, the pain from the bite so
bad she couldn't do anything but feel it. She couldn't
see it because she was tied and unable to raise her head
high enough. But she felt it. It felt bloody too.
After what seemed like hours, he came back. He stared at
her.
"You ain't so pretty any more Ilsa. You got a dirty face
and a messy cunt and blood all over your stomach. I'm
gonna put you in the shower and get you clean. I can't
fuck you the way you look now."
He went in the bathroom and she heard the water come on.
He came back and untied her legs and then her arms and
took her into the bathroom and told her to do her hair
and to wash good all over. Then he got down and said,
"And do a good job, or I'll do it and I'll use a brush
and the hottest water setting there is. You understand?"
Crying again, she nodded and went into the shower stall.
He pulled the door closed and she heard him do something
and when she pushed on the door it wouldn't open. She
washed and shampooed and cleaned herself and then shut
the water off. It had stung really badly where he bit
her and it was still oozing.
It was a bad football shape spot on the side of her
tummy. It made her cry to look at it. He came in and
gave her a towel and said get dry and comb your hair.
I'm gonna get something to eat. He closed the door and
she dried herself. She saw her clothes lying in the
corner, her blouse all bloody and her panties too. She
was drying her hair when it came to her.
She left the dryer going and opened the jalousie window
enough to push her panties out and the blouse. She
thought maybe Mrs. Magnuson, next door, might see the
stuff and come to find out what was wrong. She cranked
the window shut and had the dryer on her hair as he came
back.
"Go get back on the bed Ilsa. I got time for one more
fuck with you and then I'm gonna leave. You be a good
girl and I won't have to hurt you before I go."
She didn't believe him but she had no choice. He put her
on the bed and got up and lay next to her. He felt her
all over again and she had to watch his big ugly thing
get hard again. He smeared her bottom with hand cream
and told her how it was going to work this time.
"We're gonna fuck till I cum, just like before. This
time, you're gonna be on top and the sooner you make me
cum, the sooner I'll leave. Climb on up on top of me and
get my dick into your cunt.
Ilsa knew instinctively what he wanted although she
wasn't sure how to do it. She got over him and tried to
get his thing into the right place but had trouble
getting it to go in.
He muttered to himself and held her and his dick and
then sort of dropped her onto it and it pressed into her
again. She had to learn how to make it go in and out and
it took a while, but she finally got it going. It slid
all the way into her and hit bottom and hurt but it
wasn't as painful as the first two times. She found she
could stop before it hit bottom and the discomfort went
away. She raised and lowered on it as fast as she could
and her legs were burning when he finally lunged up into
her and filled her with the hot stuff for a third time.
She kept trying to do it until he said stop.
He got off the bed and stood looking at her as he
dressed. Ya know, kid, I'm sorry to have to leave this
way, but you know what I look like and I can't leave no
witnesses behind. I don't want to, but I gotta kill you.
It won't hurt cuz I'll do it fast. He took the big
switchblade knife out of his pocket and it flashed open.
He started to say something and there was a big bang and
the house shook. A big police guy ran into the room and
hit Dirk in the face with a short bat. Another lady
police picked Ilsa up and took her out to an ambulance
where a nurse grabbed her. The doors closed and they
sped off.
"Where are we going? She asked. She was still crying but
she wasn't scared any more.
"The hospital," she was told and they wrapped her in a
blanket and she got a shot and she slept.
Dirk was handcuffed and they questioned him in the
kitchen. He insisted he was Ilsa's uncle and they had no
right to come busting in... He got hit from behind by
one of the cops who told him they knew exactly what he
was and uncle wasn't the name of it. The neighbor lady
had been working in her garden when Ilsa had thrown the
clothes out. Mrs. Magnuson couldn't understand what she
had seen and walked over to see what had been tossed out
the window. When she saw the bloody blouse and panties,
she went in and called 911.
Three of the cops had daughters and were not at all
interested in hearing his spiel. As they left the house,
one of them tripped him at the top step and he fell down
the five stone steps. He sprained a wrist as he tried to
catch himself and landed on the edge of the last step on
his face, which made his mean visage even uglier.
He was babbling about police brutality while they booked
him. One of the cops went down to the holding area cell
and made a big deal out of getting the guy who was in
the only bunk out of it. He explained to the current
prisoners that they had an injured pedophile that had
raped a little girl and needed to be comfortable for the
night before he was arraigned in the morning. The guys
in the cell asked some questions and settled down to
wait for their new cellmate.
He was made comfortable when he arrived and got the cot.
Sometime during the night, he apparently choked on his
own tongue and died of asphyxiation. After falling a
breaking a leg. And losing three teeth. And having his
testacies' stepped on. Several times. No charges were
ever pressed.
ILSA AND ME
I have to tell you about Ilsa, since this story is
mostly about her. She's my little sister, three years
younger and we look nothing alike. She is blond to the
point of being almost white haired and if she had pink
eyes would be classed as an albino. Her eyes are a pure
blue, not pale but not dark blue either. She is not a
big girl for her age but has the energy of a wild cat.
Or at least she used to. I, unlike the rest of the
family, am dark and taller. At eighteen. I'm three
inches taller than dad, and I tower over mom.
Our parents would be classed as well-to-do. Dad is a
contractor and is away a lot. Mom doesn't work, but
serves on boards and volunteers a lot, the Habitat for
Humanity being her favorite cause.
This started three years ago when I was fifteen and Ilsa
was almost twelve. I was going to a YMCA camp in central
Pennsylvania for eight weeks over summer vacation. It
was oriented toward sports but had a great crafts
program as well, if you could believe the brochures. Mom
had checked it out and it sounded really good. I was
going because I was a good swimmer and the coaches
wanted me to get some power in my strokes so as to be
able to compete better when I got back to school.
I left for camp in June on a Saturday morning. My sister
raped that same day. I knew nothing about it until I
returned home in August. There were a few days early on,
when I was interviewed by a cop about where I was and
what I was doing for the past several days, and the
counselors treated me funny for a week or so, but it got
back to normal and I was fine all summer. I had a lot of
fun and I swam about four hours a day.
I also had to do weights, which I hated for six weeks,
and then I suddenly fell in love with the repetition and
motion of the lifting. I put on about twenty five pounds
and had a six pack abdomen that I was dying to show off
to Ilsa.
I wrote home regularly [we had to] and heard from mom
and dad but Ilsa never sent a word. She had promised to,
but I figured it was a little girl promise and I didn't
mind too much.
Ilsa and I got along as well as any siblings, I guess.
We fought occasionally and played, on rainy days,
together. We walked to school and back most of the time
and I was admonished to "take care of your sister." I
never ever had to do anything to take care of her except
once when some kid was making fun of her hair color and
calling her a little old white haired lady.
He had a bloody nose that afternoon and a black eye for
several days. I got spanked for fighting but Ilsa
thought I was a super hero. I also had to carry her for
two blocks, once when she was six and twisted her ankle
on the way home. Otherwise, there was not much to take
care of. We had a bunch of neighborhood friends and we
all went in a group back and forth.
When I got home from camp, I was babbling happily about
the summer and showing mom my new biceps and when we got
about a block from home, mom stopped the car in a mall
lot and said, "I need to talk to you."
I said okay and she was quiet for a few minutes and she
asked me if I knew what rape was.
I shrugged and said I guessed I did and blushed and she
said, "You need to understand what it means. "She
explained about sick men and how they can take advantage
of weaker women and that rape was what happened when one
of these sick guys get a female and do things to her. It
took her a while but she finally explained about penile-
vaginal penetration and how it could be painful and
psychologically bruising.
When she at last told me it had happened to Ilsa, I was
speechless. I didn't think anything could happen bad to
her. She was sort of a ray of light, all bright and
shiny and bouncing off the walls and giggly.
Mom said not any more. She told me Ilsa was afraid of
almost everything and men especially. Daddy had not had
a hug or kiss all summer and Ilsa barely spoke to him.
Mom said she didn't talk to anyone much and to not
expect much of a welcome from her if any. I was to be
friendly with her and talk to her as if she was
interested and treat her normally but not touch her. I f
she ever asked for something, I was to drop everything
and get it or do it for her. Mom was crying and I didn't
know what to do and I was pretty teary myself.
We got home and I carried my stuff in to the bedroom and
sorted everything out. My clothes were almost all dirty
and went into the laundry. Nothing fit me very well
since I had added so much weight and I knew mom would be
shopping for me.
As I went back and forth I passed Ilsa's closed door.
She didn't appear until lunchtime. I said hi to her and
she glanced at me and looked down at her soup. We ate in
pretty much total silence.
When I finished, I said, "Ilsa, I missed you all summer
and I'm sad for you but I don't know what to do. If you
wanna talk to me any time, I will talk to you. I got
lots of stuff to tell you about camp but I don't wanna
bother you."
She sat and didn't eat while I said all that and then
said, "Okay."
She ate the rest of her soup. She got up and wandered
down the hall and went in her room and closed the door.
I didn't see her again until dinner when she sat at the
table and ate.
Dad wanted to know all about camp and he kept talking
about how much bigger I was and we talked about the
exercises and swimming practice and weight lifting. He
asked if I wanted to keep on with the weights and I told
him I had to and could work out after school in the gym.
He said, "No. You will be coming home with Ilsa every
day and staying here until mom or I get home. Every day.
No exceptions. You walk with her there and bring her
home. Understood?" I nodded and he said, "Good!"
He said we would get a weight training set for me and I
could use the mostly empty storeroom in the basement for
my workouts. There was a shower down there so I could
clean up and not have to track through the house
smelling like a hard run race horse.
We talked about other stuff for the rest of the meal.
After desert, Ilsa got up and went back to her room. The
door closed and dad wiped tears from his eyes and shook
his head and went to his den/office where he worked many
evenings. He had a TV in there, which we were not
allowed to use. Of course, we were not allowed in there
anyway but we spent time in there with him when invited.
It had been a long day and I wanted to shower and go to
bed after a couple of hours of TV [which I hadn't seen
all summer] so I said goodnight to my folks and went
down the hall.
Ilsa's door was open slightly and there was a night
light on.
I peeked in and her room was a mess. Clothes on the
floor, toys and papers all over and bed unmade. This
from a girl who wouldn't leave for school until her room
looked like a hotel room when you first walked into it.
I was stunned.
Ilsa came down the hall from mom's room and pushed past
me and turned and looked at me and said, "Go away."
I watched her as she closed her door and I went to
shower and to bed.
I was fifteen years old and I felt like fifty. Ilsa had,
for the first time, completely rejected me. I had spent
many hours in her room, and she in mine. I had never
been told to go away by her even when I had walked in
when she was partly undressed or busy with something. It
had made me feel completely rejected and a bit angry.
I kept away from her and her room for the next several
days and ignored her at meals. It was easy since she
never acknowledged my presence. Mom called one day and
asked me to make some lunch of us since she couldn't get
home.
I knocked on Ilsa's door and asked her, door closed,
what she would like for lunch.
There was a long silence and she opened her door and
said to me, "I told you to go away." She started to push
the door closed and I stopped her and she looked amazed.
I said, "I didn't do this to you. I wasn't even here. So
quit taking it out on me. I live here and I gotta help
do stuff for you and you can damn well be polite."
I went to the kitchen and made peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches and took one to her room with a glass of
milk. I set them on the floor outside her door and
knocked and said lunch is served and went back to the
kitchen and ate mine.
I was so mad that I went down to the basement and worked
out for several hours and really over did it. I was so
sore that afternoon later I could hardly move. Mom was
not sympathetic about it and let me know how she felt
during dinner about locking myself in the basement all
day.
I said it wasn't all day and mom said it might as well
have been. Ilsa was up here alone all afternoon. Ilsa
looked up and stared at me.
I said to mom and Ilsa, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be
aloof or exclude you. Next time I'll try to be more
patient."
I meant it at the moment, though later I wished I hadn't
been so darn humble. Dad said that he felt I was still
learning to function in what was a new situation. It was
understandable and we all had to allow for a bit of
learning on my part. Neither mom nor Ilsa said anything
and I knew I was really up the creek as far as they were
concerned.
Dad got me later and filled me in on a bit more of
Ilsa's problems. She had been raped three times over a
period of ten hours before the police got to her and the
guy who held her captive. She was better now than she
had been for weeks, and they were hopeful for her
complete recovery.
He also said that she might be unable to start school
when it opened in September. It was up to her
psychiatrist and her psychologist who were treating her
jointly.
She had made great progress but had a ways to go to be
able to function in school. He added that it might be
necessary for me to be out of school during that time in
order to help out with the various appointments she had
to keep.
She was seen by her doctors locally who were in walking
distance of a bus stop but she had to be taken there and
back twice a week. She was unable to go alone yet.
Trying to be positive, I listened to it all but I really
hated to miss school. My swim team friends were all
there and I had a girl that I sort of liked and who had
shown some interest in me the last few days of school in
the spring. I wanted to make contact with her again.
After dinner that night Ilsa sat in the living room and
watched TV for about an hour. No one commented on it but
I bet it was about the first time she had done that. We
both had TVs in our rooms so it seemed like some sort of
statement on her part but I didn't know what it was.
I went to my room and her door was open again. I looked
inside and it was still a mess but not quite as bad. She
had picked up all her dirty clothes. Still a lot of junk
lying around, but not as bad. Progress? I thought.
I worked out for a while and took a shower and got dry
in the basement. My dirty camp stuff was washed and
dried - I had done it myself, so I went in to the
laundry and folded my stuff and separated out what I
could still wear.
There was a pile of dirty stuff so I started to separate
it for washing and I realized it was all Ilsa's stuff
from her room.
I made several piles and put colors and white stuff
separate and her under pants and a training bra
[something new since last spring] apart from the rest.
Being a normal male, the bra piqued my interest and I
examined it. It didn't have much of a pocket in the boob
part but it was certainly a female item. I got sort of a
stiffie out of it and picked up her panties. They were
mostly white and but some were colors and some had stars
or hearts or cartoon stuff on them. What hers had was a
smell that was really different and sexy. And the crotch
of some of them was stained and it wasn't pee.
I thought about it and realized she was growing up. As I
thought about it, I became aware of her as more than a
problem sister. I saw her as a girl and realized she was
really pretty. At least she would be if she ever got her
smile back. I sniffed her panties again and put her
undies in the washer.
I went to my room and put boxers on which was what I
wore as pajamas. I did some flexing in the mirror and
was pleased with what I looked like. I was only just
fifteen but I had heavy arms and chest muscles for my
age and size and knew I was really looking tough.
**
The next day was an appointment day for Ilsa so mom and
Ilsa and I rode the bus down town and walked the two
blocks to the medical center offices. Mom made it plain
that she had to go from there to her appointments and I
was to go home with Ilsa and be with her for the day
until she, mom, got back home.
I sat in the waiting room for about an hour and a half
when a tall woman came out and said, "Are you Timmy?"
"I'm Tim, yeah," I said.
She told me she was Dr. Rancouer and would I come with
her, please.
We went to her office which was huge and sort of a
playroom with all kinds of stuff all over the place. I
noticed a doll with a pecker and balls and everything. I
guess I blushed but no one said anything.
She said Ilsa had asked her to talk to me about what she
felt was important for me to know. Ilsa was in another
room since she didn't want to hear it.
I was told again what rape was and some of the details
of what Ilsa had had done to her. I didn't know she had
been tied up and some other stuff and that he had
stuffed a coke bottle in her.
She had been in a lot of pain at first but she was more
or less normal again except for not being a virgin any
more. The Doctor said this was something that bothered
her a lot. She had been saving herself for someone
special and now she felt she had nothing to give him.
Doctor Rancouer said that this was a common thing for
young girls to think about, but Ilsa was really hurting
because of it. It was the 'knight on the white horse'
fantasy and it usually got less important as girls
matured.
She said, "Another problem was her fear that you, Timmy,
won't accept her as she is now. She sees herself as
being dirty and unworthy of affection. And she has
focused on you as the one she needs to make understand
how she feels."
I didn't know what to say to all that so I just sat.
The doctor told me it was common in cases like this for
the patient to focus on one person as a target, and that
I was Ilsa's. That made me very important in her
therapy.
When I had told her she should be polite, she realized
that I was the one to try to relate to. I was supposed
to not do that kind of thing again but it might have
been a lucky event in Ilsa's therapy.
I asked her if there was anything I was supposed to do
and she said to always respond to any request that she
made. It was important for her to begin to relate to the
world again and it would be faster if the world, ie me,
responded to her in a positive way. That sounded easy
enough to do. llly never asked for anything.
I went back out to the waiting room and Ilsa was sitting
waiting for me. She got up when she saw me coming and we
walked back to the bus stop.
We had to wait for a while and it was hot in the sun. I
told her to sit and I would stand over her for shade.
She was so blond that only a few minutes of sun could
burn her badly. She sat on the bench and I sort of
leaned over her and created shade for her. She stared up
at me and I looked back at her and smiled.
"I'm here for ya kiddo," I said.
She dropped her eyes and sat and I caught her staring at
my crotch. My pants were fairly tight since mom hadn't
bought me any new stuff yet and my guy stuff was making
a bulge in them. I didn't care much for her staring but
I didn't know what to do about it. It started me
thinking about her underpants in the laundry and I
started to get hard. I was swelling up pretty fast when
the bus came and I got Ilsa up and onto it and paid the
fare and we went back and sat.
She tried to open the window and couldn't and I asked
her if she wanted me to try. She nodded and I stood up
and bent over her and grabbed the window lifts and
pulled it up. My crotch was right in front of her face
and as the window went up so did her hand. She put her
palm against my cock and rubbed it and pressed it
against my leg and looked at me and blushed and looked
down again and sat there with her hands in her lap.
I was so shocked it made me soft and I sat down and
looked at the floor. We had never touched each other in
our lives. We had played doctor once and showed each
other our private parts but we had never done any
touching. I knew full well what sex was all about but
had never considered that she might be interested in it.
She was only eleven with a birthday in September. I
remembered the training bra and the smell of her panties
and felt the 'tingle in my dingle' as the guys said, and
resolved to stop thinking like that.
We got off the bus and walked home. We got to the door
and I unlocked and went in and checked for her to prove
she was safe inside and she came in.
She stopped at the hallway and turned and said, "Don't
tell on me?"
I was surprised and shook my head and said, "Okay." Her
eyes flickered a little and she turned and went to her
room.
I got some food out and made ham and cheese and mustard
and salami sandwiches. I poured milk and went down the
hall to tell her she could eat when she was ready.
Her door was open and she was standing in panties and a
new bra and looking at herself in the mirror. She saw me
looking at her and turned and said, "What?"
I said, "Jesus, you're so beautiful." I didn't mean to
say it, but it slipped out.
She stood and looked at me and turned and put shorts on.
She pulled a t-shirt on and fluffed her short goldy
white hair and said again, "What?"
I told her I had made her a sandwich and she nodded and
I went back to the kitchen.
She came in and sat at the table and looked at me. I
brought her sandwich and milk to her and she stared at
me a minute and said, "Thank you, Timmy."
She was the only person I would let get away with
calling me Timmy. It sounded too babyish but I never got
her to quit doing it. I thought it sounded kind of nice,
but hearing her say anything was nice.
We ate in silence and she carried her own stuff to the
sink and put it down. As she went out to the hall she
said, ' I need to show you something later."
I said, "Okay" and then forgot about it.
Later in the afternoon she came down stairs where I was
lifting and watched me for a while. I was sweaty and wet
and she came over and touched my pectoral muscles with a
finger and licked it.
"Salty," she said. " I need to show you something."
I put the weights down and said, "Okay, what is it?"
She turned and faced me and looked at me and took her
shorts off. She pulled her panties down to just above
her crotch and said, "Look at me."
I was staring at her bare tummy and front. I hadn't seen
her like that since we were maybe four and seven. She
had a girls shape, getting rounded and soft looking. Her
legs were long for her body and were still slim but were
beginning to get curvy.
She said look at me here and she pointed to a small
crescent mark on her lower belly next to where her legs
joined her body. It was all I could do to stop looking
at her lowered panties but I looked at the curved mark.
It was a scar.
She said, "It's where he bit me. It hurt so bad when he
bit me. I didn't do anything to him and he bit me." She
started to cry.
I went to her and held her and she sobbed and hiccupped
and her tears were getting my shirt wet and still she
cried.
I was patting her shoulder and holding her and my arm
gradually slid down her back and I realized I was
holding her bare ass in my hand. I don't think she
noticed it and I moved my hand back up to her waist and
the bottom of her t -shirt.
She finally calmed down and she looked up at me, her
eyes all swollen and red, her nose running and said,
"Why did he want to hurt me?"
I had no answer for her. I said, "Illy, I don't know.
They said he was sick. Maybe that's why. I don't think
anyone should ever hurt you. I'm so sorry he hurt you.
What can I do to make it be alright?"
She shook her head and didn't say anything for a bit and
then she backed away from me and looked up and said, "Do
you still like me?"
I said, "Well sure I like you. You're my sister."
She said, "No. Not like that. Do you like me. Ilsa. Not
your sister, Me. The girl I am now."
I said, "Yea. I like you. Whoever you are, or think you
are. What's not to like?"
She sort of smiled at me and said, "I was so scared you
wouldn't like me anymore."
"Illy," I said, "you are about the most important person
in the world to me."
She said, "I'm standing here with my pants around my
ankles, hugging the person I love most in the world and
I'm not even embarrassed."
I told her I guessed I was though. I had never seen a
grown up girl almost bare before.
She blushed and said, "Get out of here so I can get
cleaned up."
I backed away from her and couldn't help looking at her
middle again. She was so pretty down there. I kept
backing away from her and finally turned and went out.
Dinner that night was different. Ilsa talked a little
and she smiled at dad once when he said something funny.
Later on mom and dad asked what I had done for her. I
told them about talking to her doctor and making lunch
and her wanting to talk to me and crying. I didn't say
anything about her having her panties down and seeing
her half naked.
They were so happy to have her talking and a smile too.
I was kinda happy about it too.
I woke up the next morning and llsa was sitting in my
desk chair watching me. It was real early and the light
was just pale gray like when me and dad get up to go
fishing.
I said, "Hi, What are you doing in here so early?"
She said, "I wanted to see you. I peeked under your
covers and you got shorts on. You used to sleep naked
and I got to see your penis. When did you start wearing
pants to bed?"
I was confused. "How do you know I used to sleep naked?"
She said, "I used to come in and look. I wanted to know
what you looked like down there. I remembered we were
different but I couldn't remember much more than that so
I peeked. I wanted to see it again and see if it was
like his."
I said, "Your doctor said I was supposed to do whatever
you wanted me to. Do you want to see me now?"
She looked thoughtful and said, "Not now. Maybe later.
Will you show me later?"
I said, "I guess. Just ask me, okay?"
She nodded and stood up. She was wearing an old T-shirt
of mine which was too small for her. Some of her bottom
showed as she walked away.
I went back to sleep with that picture of her butt in my
mind as I drifted off.
**
I woke up again about ten o'clock. I went to the kitchen
and ate breakfast and drank about a quart of orange
juice. I liked grapefruit juice better but no one else
did so I had to have the orange juice instead.
I went to the bathroom and peed and brushed my teeth and
then went to my room to get dressed. Illsa's door was
closed but I heard her TV playing. I knocked on her door
but she didn't answer.
I was dressing when I heard her come out of her room.
She came in my open door and said, "I wanna see it now."
I got kinda scared but I had told her I would so I took
off my Levis and said, "Are you sure?" and she nodded so
I pulled my under pants down and let them drop.
I turned to face her. My dick wasn't hard but it was
about half way. I wasn't the biggest of the guys I hung
out with but I wasn't the smallest either. I was the
thickest though, and they teased me about that. One of
the divers called me 'Stump" cuz he said it looked like
a tree stump.
Ilsa came over and looked at it. She said nothing just
looked.
She said, "It felt bigger in the bus yesterday."
I told her it was cuz I was sort of excited then. She
wanted to know why and I told her I had been thinking
about her because I had done her laundry the other night
and it got me excited.
She said, "Did you get excited when you saw me for
real?"
I said, "Not really cuz you were so sad and crying and
all I could do was feel bad for you."
She said "Would you get excited now if you saw me now?"
I said, "I guess so."
She pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. She
hooked her thumbs in the waist of her little cotton
panties and slid them down and off and stood back up
facing me.
Her slit was pink and it looked wet and shiny. It was
puffy too, and sort of stuck out.
I started to get hard and it got big. I was maybe five
or six inches long. I was circumcised and the head of my
cock was pretty dark red when I got full hard.
She stared at it and said, "Did you ever put it in a
girl?"
I shook my head.
She said men like to stick it in girls. " Why do they
like to hurt girls?"
I said it wasn't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to
feel good.
"It didn't feel good when he did it to me the first
time. It hurt a lot and I bled all over myself. He came
back and did it to me again after a while and it didn't
hurt as much, but it still hurt where he bit me," and
she rubbed the curved scar on her tummy, "and then he
came back and did it again and he was tired, I think,
cuz he made me do it to him, and it felt good and I
liked it and I hate liking it. I hate it. I hate myself
for liking it."
She burst into tears again and sobbed and cried and I
went and held her. I was standing there with my dick
against her belly and her bumpy little tits pressing
against my chest and the jerks and bumps of her crying
was making my dick twitch. I couldn't help it but I felt
bad that I was thinking about what he had got to do to
her and that I wanted to do it to her too.
"Illy," I said, "I got to put my pants on, I'm not gonna
be able to stand here like this."
I pulled my shorts and jeans back on and then stood next
to her and patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay,
Illy, I love you."
She leaned against me and asked if I thought she was bad
for liking it.
I told her it was supposed to feel good so I guessed it
must be normal to like it.
She asked will you answer truly honest, cross your heart
if ask you something?
I told her yes I would.
She said, "Would you want to do it to me?"
I said, "I'm not sure what to say," and I was going to
go on and she stopped me.
She said, "Just answer yes or no. Would you do it to
me?"
I said very softly in a whisper. "Yes, I would do it to
you".
She said, "Good. Thank you. I feel cleaner and better
now. If you like me that much I must be okay. Thank you
Timmy. I love you." She kissed my cheek and ran out.
I worked out again really hard that afternoon. Ilsa came
and watched me and giggled when I farted trying to lift
the 210 pound bar.
She asked if she could try.
I said not on these weights and she wanted to argue and
I told her she could get hurt with too much weight. "You
have to work up to the heavy stuff, "I said.
She wanted me to teach her how so I showed her a bunch
of exercises to do with the hand weights to get in
condition for harder workouts.
She said she wanted to sweat like I do. I said that
girls don't sweat the same as guys so not to be
disappointed if she didn't.
I showered and played with my dick in the shower. I
hadn't come yet but I figured if it was gonna happen I
wanted to be awake for it. I didn't want the first time
to be a wet dream. I thought about Illy's pretty little
body and wondered if I would ever see it again.
The next morning I had to take Ilsa to the other
doctor's office. It was in the same building and I had
to wait in an empty waiting room for an hour. It was so
dead quiet it felt like a morgue.
Ilsa came out smiling and said to take her home now.
We waited at the bus stop again and I shaded her like I
did last time.
She was pretty quiet but said, "I got another truth
answer question for you".
I said, "Shoot."
She asked if I was being so nice to her because she was
sick or because I wanted her to let me do stuff to her.
I told her that she was my sister and I liked her and
had always liked her. I was nice because she needed me
to be nice and she didn't feel good yet. I told her I
thought it was mean to ask me that. "And you get
sunburned it you aren't in the shade."
She said she was sorry. Then she asked if I still wanted
to do stuff to her.
The bus came and I didn't have to answer her. She asked
me to open her window again. I stood up like before and
when I raised the window, and she pressed against my
dick again but this time with her fingers and not her
hand. I sat down fast.
She whispered, "You're really hard today."
I told her to quit making me be like this. It wasn't
fair to have to walk around all worked up all the time.
We walked home and I asked her if she wanted anything
special for lunch. She shrugged and walked down the
hall.
"I'm tired and I think I'll take a nap. I'll get
something later." She went in her room and closed her
door.
I ate a ham and egg sandwich and milk and six Oreos and
brushed my teeth and went back to my room. I had some
stuff lying around and I decided to pick up. I was
hanging my pants in the closet when I saw a gleam of
light in the wall. I put my finger on it thinking it
looked like a sparkly bit from a Christmas decoration
and it disappeared. I took my finger away and it was
back. I bent down to look closer and realized it was a
pinhole opening in the wall. I peered through and could
see most of Illy's bedroom.
I thought how sexy that could be and then realized I had
not made the hole there and it had to be her. The walls
had to be four inches thick between the wall board. I
knew it had to have taken a while to get it opened up
enough to be able to see through. Illy was smart, but I
didn't think she could have done it without help.
She walked across her room as I was peering through her
spy hole. She stood in front of her mirror and pulled
her shorts off and her panties down and looked at her
self. She was rubbing the scar on her belly. She had a
small jar of something she dabbed on it and rubbed over
it. I couldn't figure out what she was doing but I
guessed it might be sore or something. She rubbed her
tummy all over with both her hands and sat on her little
stool at her dressing table and spread her legs and
looked at herself.
She pulled the sides of her slit apart and stared some
more.
I was dying to be able to see what she saw, but she was
sitting so I could see her side but not her front. She
touched herself and held her hand in her crotch. She
stood up and pulled her shirt off and I saw her little
titties. They had small pink nipples that stood up on
her chest and looked really cute. I was so hard I hurt.
I squeezed my dick and knew for just a moment why that
guy had attacked her. She was the most sexual thing I
had ever seen and I had seen some stuff the older guys
had at camp. For that single instant I wanted her body
to do with as I pleased.
I was immediately ashamed of myself. I kept thinking
'she's my sister,' over and over. And then I would see
her smooth young body in my memory and I'd be right back
to wanting her again.
I knew pretty well what happened when ya 'did it'. I had
never touched a girl sexually, but being a normal male I
was looking forward to the feel of breasts in my hands
and the sensation of touching a pussy. I had only
experienced kissing on a couple of occasions. Last year
there were several parties where we played Post Office
and Spin the Bottle, so I had kissed several of the
girls from school. The girl I liked had spent our time
in the closet [the Post Office] holding my face in her
hands and sucking my lips and humming at me as she did
it. It had been terrifically exciting and I was looking
forward to more of the same.
But not with Illy. She was my sister and you didn't do
stuff like that with your sister. I crawled out of the
closet and sat on the bed staring at the gleam of light
shining in from her bedroom. I quietly closed the closet
door and went down to the basement door and went down to
the basement. Thirty minutes later I was sweating and
pumping iron as hard as I could.
I showered and went in to lie down and watch TV for a
while. I dozed off and was awakened by Illy shaking my
foot.
"Mom's on the phone and wants to talk to you."
She handed me the phone and walked out. She had on a
shirt on and panties and nothing else. I watched her
little ass as she left. It took me a second to get to
mom.
"Hi mom, what's up?" I said.
She said, "Dad and I got some tickets for the opera this
evening and we won't be home for dinner. We're going to
'Il Trovatore', which is one of dad's favorites. We'll
be eating in town and will stay there over night, so you
have to take care of Ilsa. Look under the sweaters in
your dads drawer and get some money and take yourselves
out someplace for a decent meal. No Wendy's or McDonald
stuff. A good meal. Take a cab there and back and be
careful with her."
I told her we could handle that and went in to tell Illy
what was going on. I forgot to knock and barged in and
said, "Guess what?"
And then I realized she was lying on her bed. Her knees
were up. Her legs were spread open. Her hand was holding
herself down there. Her hand was holding her tit.
She was wide eyed and she lay there looking at me and I
turned and ran out.
About an hour later I knocked on her door. Silence. I
said, "Illy? I need to talk to you about dinner."
Silence...
I knocked again and said, "I'm gonna come in now, okay?"
Silence...
I opened her door and started talking before it was open
all the way.
"I'm sorry about barging in here like that before. I
didn't mean to do anything to make you mad at me and I'm
really sorry."
She was sitting on the bed with her shirt and panties on
and just looked at me.
"I'm sorry," I said again.
Silence...
"Mom said I should take you out for dinner tonight and
we get to call a cab to go and they won't be home till
tomorrow afternoon so we can stay up as late as we want
and watch TV or whatever you wanna do."
I realized I was babbling like an idiot and I shut my
mouth and walked several steps closer and said again,
"I'm sorry."
She sort of waved a hand at me and said, "Where do we
have to go to eat?"
"Mom just said no fast food. We're supposed to get a
good meal somewhere."
Ily said she had wanted to eat good Italian and could we
go somewhere for that and I said we could go anywhere we
want.
"Get out of here and I'll get dressed," she said and
slid off her bed.
Her panties got pulled up tight into her crotch as she
slid down and I could see how they were pressed into her
crack.
She said, "A front side wedgie," and giggled at me and I
knew she wasn't mad or upset anymore.
"What are you gonna wear?" she asked.
"I guess my sport coat and a shirt and slacks. I think
we oughta look decent if we go to Lorenzo's"
She nodded and said, "I'll find something."
I got my clothes together and got dressed but my sport
coat was too tight to button. I had gotten too big for
it and it was almost new.
I went back to Illy's door and knocked again.
"What now," she asked and opened it. I showed her what
the jacket looked like and she said, "Just leave it
open."
She had on a sheer slip and no bra and I could see her
nipples thru it. It looked like she had curled her hair.
She was prettier; And sexy. I wasn't thinking and I
said, "Your boobs are nice in that slip."
When a real blond blushes it is a sight to see. Illy
turned red down to her knees. She was red as fire.
I realized what I had done, and started apologize but
Illy stopped me.
She said, "You probably shouldn't talk like that to me.
But I'm glad you did. I wanted you to notice that I got
boobs now."
I said, "I saw them this afternoon and they're
beautiful."
She said, "They aren't very big yet but it feels good to
have them."
I asked her if it felt good when she touched them and
she turned red again and said, "Yeah, most times it
does."
She turned and went back to her room and closed the
door.
She wore a short skirt and little high heels and a scoop
necked peasant blouse and looked like a model for Junior
Miss Clothing Magazine or whatever it is.
We called a cab and rode to the restaurant. We didn't
talk much but I could tell Illy was pretty excited about
going out. She was dressed up and looked like she was
about five years older. She had used some of mom's
lipstick and eye liner. She was so neat and I was
feeling good being her escort.
We got a table and the waiter brought a wine menu and
looked sort of doubtful and asked if we wanted to order
wine.
I told him I did but at age fifteen it might get us all
in trouble.
We all laughed and he said he would bring us ginger ale
and wrap it like champagne and put it in an ice bucket
and we could all pretend.
We ordered. Illy always wanted veal Scaloppini, her very
favorite. I had chicken Marcela and it was terrific. We
had Italian ice cream for dessert and I asked the waiter
to get us a cab. I paid the check and left him a twenty
percent tip. We had had fun with him.
When we were in the cab going home, Illy said it felt
like we were on a date.
I said, "Yea and we don't have to be home till tomorrow
afternoon. Not many dates are like that," and I laughed.
Illy said, "Can we pretend it was a date and make it a
game?"
I said, "Sure. We can do anything you want."
We got home and as I was poking the key in the lock,
Illy said if it's a date you're supposed to kiss me
goodnight.
I said, "Okay," and leaned down and kissed her cheek. I
almost went for her mouth but thought better of it.
We went in and I pulled my jacket off. It had gotten
uncomfortable, especially under my arms cuz it was so
tight.
"That's a relief," I said and Illy kicked her little
high heels off and said, "Me too. I'm not used to heels
and my feet are sore."
I laughed at her and said I could kiss 'Em and make 'em
all better if she wanted me to.
She mumbled something and I asked her what she said.
She looked at me and said, "If it's the kind of kiss I
got out front, it wouldn't do my feet any good at all."
I told her I didn't know what kind of kiss she wanted to
have and I was playing it safe.
Illy said, "If I wanted a peck on the cheek I would have
turned my cheek toward you. What I wanted was a real
kiss."
I said, "I'm sorry, Illy. I just don't know how to do
what you want any more. I'm always scared I'm gonna
upset you or make you mad and I don't want to. I like
the way we're starting to get along again and I'm scared
I'll ruin it."
"Timmy, why don't you do what you wanna do and let me
tell you when I don't like it instead of trying to
figure out everything in advance?" She smiled at me.
"I'm not gonna break or fall apart or get mad anymore.
We're pretending a date so do what you would do with
your girl friend. If I don't like it, I'll be honest and
tell you."
I decided I could pretend like that. There was a chance
at getting to kiss her and get her to kiss back like a
grown up.
I walked over to where she was standing and said,
"Kissing is like M&Ms. I can never stop with just one."
I put my hands on her hips and bent down and kissed her
the way I had kissed in the closet at the party. Illy
stood there and closed her eyes and let me kiss her. I
held her for a few seconds and stopped.
She looked up at me and said, "I like that. Will you do
it again?"
I nodded and put her hands on my shoulders and put my
arms around her and kissed her again. She had to lean
against me and I pressed a little harder against her
mouth and slid my tongue out just enough to touch her
lips. She stiffened and then pressed back and I felt her
tongue come out and touch mine. We kissed like that for
a bit and then I stopped and let her go.
I said, "That's almost French kissing when you do it
with your tongue.
"What do you mean almost?" she asked'
I said, "You got to let it all the way in your mouth and
you have to go in my mouth too. It's nice."
"Okay," she said. "Do it."
I put my arms around her again and she reached up and
put her arms around my neck. I kissed her for a bit and
then slid my tongue out. She opened her mouth and I
pushed my tongue into it. She tasted like peppermint and
girl spit. It was really nice but I started to get hard.
I let her go and tried to back away from her so she
wouldn't feel my dick pushing at her tummy. She held on
and squeezed herself against me and I could feel her
little titties pushing against me. I knew she could feel
my dick. It was like a rock it was so hard.
I pulled away and said I was sorry. I told her I
couldn't help it. It was what happened when a guy got
excited.
She said, "Did I make you get hard?"
I nodded.
She said, "Then you like me, huh?"
I nodded again.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked.
I nodded again.
She said, "Let's kiss some more."
I led her over to the couch and sat next to her. Putting
my arms around her I slid down so we were lying facing
each other.
She said, "This is nicer than standing up," and put her
arms around my neck and pressed against me again and we
kissed some more.
I had one arm under her holding her against me and the
other arm on her hip. As we kissed, I moved my hand
around on her hip and side, gradually moving toward her
pert little left breast. I felt the slight swell of it
with my fingers and I felt her tense up. I slid my hand
onto her breast and squeezed gently. She made no
response so I continued to feel her. I had never been
this far with any girl and it was as exciting as
anything I had ever done. I was dizzy with the feel of
her boob and her hardening little nipple, which I could
feel through the sheer fabric of her blouse and bra. I
pinched her nipple gently and her pelvis jerked up at
me.
She said, "Do that some more." in a whispery sort of
voice.
"Do you like it?" I asked and she nodded and went back
to sucking my tongue.
Her arms were up and her blouse had pulled free of her
skirt. I put my hand under it and felt the soft warm
smoothness of her skin as I slid my hand back up to her
bra and the breast it held. Her bra was just a soft
cotton sort of sling shot with no wires or anything, Her
nipple jutted out at my hand and I squeezed and rolled
it as we kissed. She was breathing harder and puffing a
little and finally let her head fall back and let me
feel her. My dick was pressing against her legs below
her crotch. I wiggled around in order to get to press
against her body with my dick, hoping to get her to push
back. I put my free hand on her butt and slid back at
her and felt her 'bumper bone' and she humped at me and
pressed against it and shuddered. I held her against my
dick and she squirmed and wiggled and sort of made a
humming sound.
Her skirt had gotten pulled up and I was aware that my
hand was touching panty as well as skirt. I pulled her
skirt up a bit and her butt was exposed, covered by a
silky pair of her panties.
I caressed her ass and it felt so nice; round and soft
but firm underneath and warm. Her butt crack felt sexy
as I slid my fingers along it. She was pressing hard
against my dick and I pressed back in little humping
motions, hoping she would feel the rhythm. I helped by
pressing with my hand on her ass as I pushed in front
with my dick.
We found the rhythm and were humping in synch with each
other. I slid my hand into the waistband of her panties
and felt her bare butt. I could feel her flexing it as
she pumped against me. I returned to feeling her crack
and sliding my finger down a little further each stroke.
I got deep into her bottom and felt the heat of her
groin. She gasped as my fingers slid along her bottom
and went across her butt hole. She poked her butt back
at my hand and I tickled her opening. She raised her leg
and let it lie against me to make room for my fingers. I
was able to go deeper into her crotch and feel the soft
mystery of her cunt.
Puffy and wet, she was hot and smooth and moving as I
traced the line of her slit from bottom to front. Her
slit ended at a swollen little knob. When I touched it
she gasped and grunted and humped hard at me.
I heard her say, "Oh gee, oh, oh." as I felt her bottom
all over.
It had folds and swellings and places no kid had ever
even dreamed about and I was feeling it all and
wondering what most of it was for. I wanted to find her
'hole' where my dick would go if we fucked. I slid my
fingers around for a while as she panted against me and
finally my finger slid into her. Deep. Hot. Tight.
She pressed up at me and kissed me again and said, "Oh
God," into my mouth. "Go deeper in it," she whispered.
I pressed into her as far as my finger would go and hit
the end. It was a rubbery bump deep inside her. She was
full of my finger and my dick was pushing against her
little front bump and her body stiffened and she pulled
my mouth against hers and humped real hard about six
times. Her little pussy hole was spasming on my finger
and I could feel her butt doing the same thing. She was
making a screeching sound but not loud, just going
'eeeeeeeee' and holding tight to me. She wasn't kissing
me but her mouth was against mine.
I was afraid I had hurt her and stopped moving my
fingers in her and pulled back from her front. She was
relaxing and sort of melting as her muscles un-flexed.
"Are you okay?" I was looking down at her and I guess I
was frowning.
She opened her eyes and said, "It's so good. I never
felt so good before. All in my tummy and butt, it's all
so good. My whole bottom and all over felt so good." She
smiled at me and said, "Timmy, I loved it. I love you,"
and she kissed me again, Soft and sweet and long. No
tongue, just a soft mouth kiss.
I had only a vague idea of what had happened to her. I
knew guys could shoot off or cum and I had been told
girls did too but different than we did. I figured I had
just seen the difference.
Her face was sort of loose lipped looking and the rest
of her was all limp. She lay on her back smiling sort of
goofy at me but she looked really happy for the first
time since I got home from camp.
My dick was still hard and it was kinda sore from
rubbing in my pants against her. But mostly it was still
hard. I wanted to do more stuff with her. She got up and
said she had to pee and she sort of wobbled down the
hall to the john.
I unzipped my pants and looked at my dick. It was a
little red from the rubbing but it was pretty much like
it always looked when I got hard. I squeezed it and
rubbed it and it felt great. I hadn't ever been this
hard or this excited for this long and I needed to rub
it. I kept playing with it and rubbing and it started to
feel really good. The feeling got more and more intense
and all of a sudden I exploded, and shot my stuff all
over myself and the couch.
I heard Illy say, "Gee, that was awesome."
I knew she had seen me squirt. I was woozy from it and
didn't really care if she saw it or not.
I had never cum before and it had made me weak and
sleepy. I guess I dozed off.
**
When I woke up, I was lying on the couch and had a
blanket over me. The clock said it was four AM. I went
down the hall to my room and took off my clothes in the
dark. When I got in bed I realized Illy was in my bed
and was sound asleep. I crawled in next to her and fell
back to sleep. I woke about six and stretched and felt
her still sleeping next to me. I had to pee so I went to
the bathroom and came back and eased back into the bed.
I lifted the covers to peek and she had nothing on but
panties. I moved over to her and spooned against her
back. She didn't move so I put an arm over her and
cuddled against her. She was all warm and soft. She
smelled of mom's Chanel perfume and of sleep.
She was lying with her hands under her pillow. I could
see her nipple showing just under her arm and I put my
hand on her little tittie to feel and play with it. It
was soft and warm but her nipple swelled right away and
got hard and stiff. I rolled it with my fingers and she
sighed and rolled over on her back.
This gave me two nipples to play with and I sucked one
into my mouth and tweaked the other one. As I played
with her, she began making little movements with her
hips. I slid my hand down into her panties and felt for
her slit. It was warm and dry which surprised me. It had
been so wet last night. I rubbed along her crack and
felt her puffy folds and how they sort of guarded her
inside stuff.
I felt all the way down to her butt hole and rubbed my
finger against it. It was dry too and I figured I had
picked the wrong time to play with her. I kept my hand
on her pussy and rubbed it gently and lay there and
watched her.
She had long eyelashes that were so blond they were
invisible unless you had the right angle to see them.
Her hair was short and she had bangs and after all
night, it was all messed up and she looked her age. Her
makeup was gone and she was just a little eleven year
old asleep next to me. I felt her stir under the hand in
her panties and pressed against her and my finger slid
into her slit. She was wet. I rubbed her soft stuff in
there and she spread her legs and groaned and opened her
eyes and looked around and then at me.
She smiled and said, "This is a nice way to wake up. I'm
all itchy and I gotta pee."
She got up and went out and I lay back down. After a
while she came back and got in bed and wiggled around
and threw her panties on the floor.
She said go brush your teeth and come back and we can
play.
When I came back her eyes were closed and I got in bed
with her.
She said, "Do we get to kiss in the morning?"
"Do you wanna kiss?" I asked her.
She said, "I wanna do everything again."
I put my hand on her tummy and leaned over to kiss her.
She said "Lie on top of me and do it."
I got on top of her and kissed her and she pushed me
away
She said, "You're too heavy. I can't breathe."
I said, "You get on me then."
She crawled over and got on top of me and she felt like
a soft warm little blanket as she settled on top of me.
I held her little ass in my hands and pressed her
against my dick which had gotten hard.
She giggled and said, "I made it hard again," and kissed
me.
I rubbed her back and her little ass and felt her all
over her back and she lay there kissing me and making
little purring noises.
She finally stopped and said, "That feels so good," and
sat up on me with my dick between her legs and said, "Do
my titties."
Her tits were small but perfectly formed with pink
nipples crowning them. Her nipples were hard and pointy
and I pulled them gently and rolled them as I did. She
sat on my dick, sliding back and forth, her eyes closed
and her mouth open, panting and humming in a low [for an
almost twelve year old] voice. I could feel the heat of
her cunt on my dick and I was dying to slide it inside
her.
She began to frown slightly and her rocking became
harder and more forceful. Her hands on my chest were
squeezing my pec muscles. I watched the head of my dick
appear and disappear as her pussy lips slid over it. She
sped up and her voice reached a higher pitch and her
body began to spasm on mine. I guessed she was going to
cum. Her sliding abruptly stopped and she stiffened and
pressed hard on my dick and I felt her cunt leak hot
wetness on to my dick. She held the position for a
minute and then sagged down on to me. She was panting
and I could feel her heart racing. I held her and rubbed
her back gently and caressed her butt.
I loved the feel of her ass. It was warm and smooth and
soft now, as she was relaxed. It felt so good to my
hands to be able to move her little buns and feel them
change their shape as I pressed on them.
Illy said, "If you keep playing with my bottom like that
you're gonna have to make me go off again. I like it,
but it's gonna get me all worked up all over again."
I said, "I need to stick it in you."
She said, "You mean you wanna fuck me."
I told her it was more than wanting to. I needed to.
I hadn't ever done it and I had to.
She said okay, but I need to be on top. You're too big
and heavy.
I said," you're already on top."
She said, "Put it in me then."
I tried to get it in her and couldn't. She was gonna
have to sit up so I could stick it into her. I told her
and she sat up and looked down at my dick and raised up
and I held it and slid it against her bottom and
couldn't feel her hole.
She said, "Here," and reached down and moved it and
pressed down and I felt, for the first time, the heat of
a swollen, hot cunt swallowing my dick into itself.
The sensation was so intense my body began to tense up
for orgasm.
I said that she had to hold real still for a minute. I
didn't want it to be over so soon. She sat on me,
looking down at my dick sticking in her.
"That looks neat," she said. "Can I move yet?"
I wasn't sure but I nodded and she squirmed around on me
and settled her body on me. I was buried in little girl
pussy. It was hot and tight and slippery and exciting.
She began a rocking motion again which was wonderful. It
wasn't so much that I was gonna shoot soon but it felt
great.
Illy hummed and told me her nubbin was rubbing on my
front bone and was gonna make her go off again.
I think I said okay or something but I was so lost in
the sensation of her hot body surrounding my hard dick
that I can't remember.
We kept rocking together for several minutes and then I
felt the shuddering urgency of my body getting ready to
squirt again.
I began to hump up at her and I heard her saying, "Oh,
oh, oh, oh," and then I squirted into her.
It felt like it lasted forever. I kept pulsing and each
time I humped up and she pressed down and I would go
deeper in her. And then I would pulse again and it
happened again until I couldn't move any more.
She said, "You made me go off again when you squirted
into me. I felt it real hot and I went off again."
She sat on my softening dick and started to cry.
"I wish it was you that did it to me the first time,"
she sobbed. "I would have loved it to be you."
I held her and we lay there and fell asleep.
When I woke up Ilsa was gone. I got up and went to the
bathroom and peed and brushed my teeth. I stripped my
bed and went and got Illsa's linen and went down to the
laundry and loaded the washing machine and started it. I
remade my bed with fresh stuff and went back to Ilsa's
room to do hers. She had cleaned it up and it was almost
as neat and orderly as it used to be. I looked in her
closet and there was a cut out on the back wall. I
looked through the little hole and could see most of my
room. I wondered how long that had been there. And who
had cut out the wall board and drilled the hole.
I heard her coming and jumped out of the closet and was
putting her bedspread in place when she came in.
"Where ya been?" I asked.
She grinned and said, "I went out to get the paper and
the kids from next door were out. They were asking where
we have been. I told them you went to camp and I been
sick. I don't want anyone to know about me." She came
over to me and said, "Please don't tell anyone about
what happened to me?"
I put my arms around her and said, "Never in a million
years."
She leaned against me and put her arms around my waist
and held me tight for a minute.
"Timmy, why are you being so nice to me? I was rude and
kinda nasty to you when you came home and you were just
sweet and stayed that way even when I told you to go
away?"
"You're my sister and I have always been happy with you.
I just want you to be the way you were before you got,
um you know , before he, uh, I mean when..."
She put her hand on my mouth and stopped my stuttering.
"You don't have to be afraid to say it to me. You mean
before he fucked me and tore me up inside and stuffed a
coke bottle in me and slapped me and bit me and did it
to me again."
I was quiet and didn't say anything. She just looked at
me and then let go of me. And went and sat on her bed.
"Thanks for doing my bed, Tim, I appreciate it. I owe
you one." She said, looking at the floor.
I said, "Illy, don't be distant. I can't help being the
way I am. I love you and I hate it that it happened. I
don't know what to say to you when you talk about it
because I have no way of understanding how it must have
been like. All I can do is love you as much as I can and
any way that you want me to. But please don't go off to
your private world of being silent again. I couldn't
take that."
She patted the bed next to her and I sat down. She
leaned against my shoulder and said, "I love you too.
More than I can tell you. I love having you make love to
me. I keep thinking it can't feel so good when once it
felt so bad, but it keeps feeling good and gets better.
I want to keep on doing it with you but I'm scared that
we might get caught.
"I haven't had a period yet but when I start, I can get
pregnant and that would kill us both. And you have a
girl friend and I'm already jealous of her. And when
school starts, you're gonna have to miss so much walking
with me every day."
She started to cry again. I held her and made 'awwww'
noises. She cried a while and gradually settled down and
snuffled and sniffed and got tears all over my shirt.
She got quiet and leaned on me and hiccupped a bit and
sighed.
I turned her to face me. "I'll make a deal with you," I
said. "You don't get to feel bad about what I do and I
don't have to feel bad about loving you. I love you like
my sister, but I love you like a girl too. I never knew
what fucking was like but you showed me and I can't
imagine ever doing it with anyone else. So let's take it
one day at a time and we'll see how it works. We can get
rubbers so you won't get pregnant or maybe we can get
your doctor to put you on the pill. Whatever, we'll
handle it."
I kissed her forehead and stood up and she stood and put
her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"I love you," she said.
We ate breakfast and cleaned up a little. It didn't need
much, and we folded the stuff after it came out of the
dryer. Illy put it in the linen closet and came back to
where I was sitting in my room.
"Mom and dad are gonna be home in about four hours," she
said, and then we're gonna have to act like brother and
sister again."
I said, "I know." I wanted her to say what she was
thinking rather than make me say what I was. I wanted to
kiss and feel her some more.
She said, "Maybe we could do some kissing again?"
I said, "I would like to do more than kissing."
She smiled happily and looked like my little sister. She
stood up and said, "Will you undress me? I always
dreamed about someone taking my clothes off and feeling
me while he does it."
"Let's go in my room, and do it there." I took her hand
and led her into my room and closed the door.
She had a skirt and button up shirt on. I assumed she
had a bra and panties but I didn't know. I kissed her
again and unbuttoned three lower buttons of her shirt.
Her tummy was warm against my fingers and I caressed it
as I slid my hand along her lower chest and tummy. I
undid the last two buttons and her bare breasts were
exposed. It was a surprise to see her with no bra and I
guess I gaped at her.
She giggled and said, "It feels nice to have my nipples
rubbing on the satiny cloth of my shirt. And I thought
you might like it too."
"I love it and I love your boobs. They're so much bigger
when you're not lying on your back. And the tips are all
hard already.
She said, "It's from my shirt and you rubbing my tummy.
It makes me all warm down in my um, in my, uh, well,
down there."
"You can call it anything you want and I'll go along
with it. I said, "The guys all call it a pussy or a cunt
but what do you call it when you think about it?"
She sort of blushed and said, "I think of it as my 'hot
spot' but I called it my 'tweeny' when I was little cuz
I could go in between the sides and it felt good to rub
in there."
"We can call it your tweeny if you want," as I continued
to caress her nipples and tummy.
I unzipped her skirt and she wiggled it off. She was
wearing tight white cotton panties with very pale blue
butterflies on them. Her little butt stuck out and her
mound in front was showing a little dampness. I slid
both hands down her body to her bottom.
I turned her sideways so I could play with both her butt
and her 'tween' at the same time. I rubbed her buns and
squeezed them and watched her eye lids get droopy and
her mouth go soft. I was barely touching her in front
but I could feel the heat of her tween on my hand
through her panties.
I slid my hand along the sides of her slit and pressed
on them so she would feel it inside.
She made a hissing sound and said, "Are ya gonna take
'em off?"
I said, "Pretty soon," and I kept on rubbing her, in
front and back.
She said, "I gotta sit down," and went and sat on the
bed.
I knelt down in front of her and leaned forward and
sucked a nipple. She held my head against her with her
left hand and squeezed her other breast with her right.
I reached between her legs and pressed her nubbin. She
spread her legs to let me in and lay back on her elbows.
I pulled her panties and she raised her butt to help me
slide them down. I went slow with it to be sure I got to
touch her thighs and knees and lower legs. I slid my
hands back up and reveled in the soft smooth softness of
her never-shaven young legs. As my hands approached her
'tween' I could see the glisten of sexual juices. She
was getting very hot, very fast. Her eyes were heavy
lidded and half closed as she watched me feel her thighs
and tummy around her soft and swollen slit.
She was beginning to pant and her tummy was making
slight humping movements.
"Do my crack," she whispered.
I slid fingers into the bottom of her slit right over
her opening. It was very wet and hot. My dick was
cramped in my pants so I stood up in front of her and
pulled my shirt off slowly as I stared into her blue
eyes. Her goldy-white hair was all mussed and she looked
like a little girl. I undid my belt and unzipped and let
my pants slide down and then slowly slid my shorts down
and stepped out of them. My dick was as hard as it ever
got and was aimed at her face.
She sat up and held it gently and stroked it and sucked
it into her mouth. I could feel her tongue sliding
around the head. I could cum very easily and I wanted to
go slow and long with her. I pulled slowly out of her
mouth and bent and kissed her.
I kneeled in front of her again and sucked a nipple as I
pressed her back on the bed. We lay side by side and I
played with her cunt and her nipple and kissed her
again.
Her nipples were hard and pointy. Her cunt was hot and
wet and swollen and wide open.
She gasped at me, "Put something in me."
"Where?" I asked.
"Anywhere," she said. "I need to feel filled up."
I slid my fingers thru her slit from top to bottom
several times and spread her juices all over. I kissed
her again and pulled her toward me so she rolled over
onto her belly.
My hand played in her ass crack as I slid down into her
bottom and felt for her opening. Her anus we tightly
closed so I tickled it and rubbed and pressed my pinkie
at it. It slipped into her.
She raised her butt and said, "More."
I slid another finger into her and pressed in deep. She
was tight and hot inside. She made a humming sound as I
slid a finger onto her cunt opening and teased it. I
pressed a third finger into her ass and she gasped and
grunted but said nothing.
I spread her legs apart and got in between them. I
pulled her hips up so she was on her knees and pressed
the head of my dick against her anus. I pushed pretty
hard and it finally popped into her. She grunted again
and I held still for several minutes.
When she began moving against me, I pressed further into
her. I was about two inches deep in her.
She groaned and said, "It's too big for me. I can't take
it."
I told her to be patient and it would fill her up like
she said she wanted.
She relaxed some more and I went into her deeper. She
grunted again as I shoved the rest of the way in. My
balls were against her cunt and my belly was against her
ass cheeks.
Without moving in her I reached under her and pulled her
nipple and squeezed her titties. I kept at her right
nipple and went into her slit with my left hand. Her
nubbin was erect and poking out of its hood as I pressed
her soft slit lips against it and rubbed them around to
stimulate her hot spot.
She began humping back at my dick so I slid in and out
of her a bit.
She groaned and said, "Go easy. That thing is huge in me
back there."
"Does it hurt you?" I asked her.
She said. "Kinda but mostly it just feels stretchy and
like I'm real full."
I pushed in and out a few more times and tickled her
nubbin. Her humping began again and I could hear her
sigh as I went deep into her. I told her to play with
her nipples and we could cum together.
She had to adjust her position so she could get her
hands on herself and as she did, she bent up and I went
in deeper.
"Oh my God," She said. "You're killing me and I love
it."
I could feel her movement as she pulled and played with
her nipples and I began fucking her ass steadily. Her
humping back at me became erratic and was as much
twitching as humping. Her anal muscles began to tighten
on my dick and I could feel my cum rising in me.
Illy gasped and grunted and stiffened and humped up and
froze. Her body shuddered as she cummed and her muscle
spasmed around my dick. I couldn't move into her and my
cum sort of hung there, not going or arriving. I was
unable to move enough to do it.
She slowed and relaxed and panted and groaned and said,
"Slide out of me real slow."
I didn't do anything for a minute and then very slowly I
pulled out of her. As the head of my dick slid free she
collapsed onto her stomach and lay there.
I lay next to her and caressed her back and butt and
legs and kissed her neck. My hard dick pressed against
her side and she turned and stroked it.
"You're still all swollen up. Didn't you go off?"
I said I hadn't but we had time for more.
"Now?" she said.
"If you want to."
I kissed her and she pressed against me, my dick against
her tummy, and almost reaching her tits. She looked down
and slid lower and rubbed her nipples against my dick.
She said, "That looks so sexy."
I said, "It feels pretty sexy too, and humped at her
boobs."
She giggled and kept caressing my dick and her nipples
and generally rousing herself out of her afterglow and
into more sex.
I kissed her again and she responded with her tongue.
She pressed hard against me and adjusted her position so
my dick slid between her legs and into her slit. She
began humping and working me back and forth in her slit.
"Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?" she
asked. "I could cum just doing this."
I said I liked it but I liked being in her better.
"Where in me?" she wanted to know. "In my front or in my
butt?"
I said, "I like your mouth too, but your tween was made
for fucking and I guess that's my favorite place."
"Me too," she said with a sigh. "It really feels
complete when you slide in and stretch me and fill me up
in there. Are you gonna do me there now?"
I nodded and kissed her and changed the angle of her
sliding on me and my dick pressed into her tight hot
cunt.
I pressed steadily into her until I hit bottom. She was
very tight around my dick and I had gone into her pretty
fast and it stretched her young vaginal muscles and made
her gasp.
"It always feels so huge when you go in me at first and
it makes me feel all stretched and full and sort of like
I'm gonna tear but it's not hurty or anything. Just a
lot."
I was floating in the sensation of tight and hot around
my dick. Her ass was tight and hot too but not as
totally surrounding as her cunt felt.
She looked down at where we were joined and said, "You
aren't all in me are you?"
I said, "Not quite."
She said, "Push it in."
"It will hurt. You aren't big enough for all of it yet.
We may have to wait till you're thirteen or fourteen
before you can get it all in you."
"Try," she said, and pushed at me.
I pressed my dick into her and I was already pressing
against the end of her tunnel.
She flinched and said, "It's sort of tender in there."
I said, "It's gonna get longer as you get taller and one
day I won't be able to hit bottom and you're gonna want
a bigger dick"
She said, "I doubt that. The one I got is just fine."
I prayed for that to be permanent. I began gently
fucking her for the arousal sensations. She closed her
eyes and said she probably wouldn't cum again so I
should go ahead and enjoy myself. I put my hands on her
ass and fucked into her for a while until I could feel
some fluttering in her cunt.
I rolled her on top of me and said, "Fuck me?"
She nodded and began a deep slide on my dick. It was
slow and steady and I had a feeling she would be able to
cum again. As she rose and fell I saw her splotchy
redness appear on her torso. I knew she was getting hot
again.
"Oh Timmy, you're gonna make me go off again," and she
humped faster and pressed onto me harder.
I reached for her nipples and pulled and rolled them.
Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open and her brow
furrowed as she began to concentrate on cumming.
I could feel my own cum rising in me and it was gonna be
a big one and soon. I had been waiting for this and I
could feel it building in me. My belly and legs were
feeling it and I began to spurt into her I shuddered
with the force of it, and filled her up.
She gasped and said she felt me running into her and it
was hot and she was cumming and then her voice made
sounds but not words. She fucked against me hard for
several minutes as she spasmed and shook and had an
intense orgasm.
We finally fell apart and we were both pretty well
covered with my cum from it running out of her and then
fucking against it.
We went and showered together and had a close-to-each -
other time washing each other. Not sexy, but loving and
sharing.
She went to get dressed and I remade the bed and put on
clean sheets again. I took the messy ones to the laundry
and started the washer.
I came upstairs and we ate and got ready to go to her
appointment.
We were waiting at the bus stop and she asked how many
girls I had kissed.
I said a few and she said, "Exactly, how many have you
kissed?"
I thought for a minute about the two parties I had gone
to last spring. I had kissed Thelma about four or five
times and there were several others.
I said, "I kissed one girl a lot and some others once or
twice."
"How much is a lot," she wanted to know.
I said, "Come on, Illy, "When you're kissing you don't
count them, you just do them."
"I like kissing," she said.
I said, "Yea. It's nice to feel someone against you and
hold them and feel their mouth on yours and stuff."
"Did you ever want to feel them and do, you know, other
stuff with them?"
She was looking away from me but I had the feeling she
wouldn't want to hear of my hot desires.
I said, I guess so but I can't remember anything
specific. Not like with you. Like, when I think about
you I get hard and it really makes me want to find you
and, kind of, sorta like, fool around."
"In my panties, you mean?" She glanced at me and looked
away.
I said, "Yea."
She said, "I peek at you in your room. I had to make a
hole in the wall to do it, but I've looked at you in
there for a long time."
I didn't know how to handle it so I pretended I had no
idea what she had done. I asked her how long she had
been doing it.
She said, "Since before last summer. I just wanted to
see what you did when you had your door closed. I
watched you do your homework a lot and sometimes I saw
you bare. I liked that. I had no idea what you looked
like and I was dying of curiosity. I remembered we had
taken baths together when I was little but I couldn't
remember what your stuff looked like. I would look at my
own stuff and I knew we were different but I couldn't
imagine what you were like down there. I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have done it."
I was surprised that she was so curious. I had thought
of her as oblivious to anything sexual. "I always tried
to peek at you but you were always all covered up. You
wore a robe when you went to shower and never had
anything showing except some times when you watched TV
you would sit with your legs up and I would get to see
your panties. And once you were lying on the floor and
kind of rocking and you put your hands in your crotch
and rubbed yourself down there. I never forgot that."
"Did it make you get hard," She asked.
"It sure did," I told her. "And I had no idea what to do
about it."
She said, "I wish you had come and told me. We could
have played doctor or something."
I said, "I always wanted to do stuff like that with you
but you always seemed so delicate and like a fairy or an
angel or something, I was afraid you might tell mom and
she would have killed me."
"She'd kill us both if she knew what we were doing now."
Then she giggled. "It 's almost worth dying for."
The bus came and we got on. She looked at the window and
then at me and said, "Would you?"
I reached over her and raised the window and she touched
my dick very lightly.
She said, "I didn't need to do that but it has become
sort of a tradition, hasn't it?"
"I would have missed it if you hadn't." I said. "Are you
gonna tell your doctor about us?"
Illy looked worried and said that her doctor had told
her that everything we talked about was private
communication. Nobody could hear about it unless she
gave permission. "I'm kinda scared to tell her though
because it isn't so good for a brother and sister to be
doing what we are, but I don't want to stop. The only
thing that seems right in my life is what we do when
we're together. It makes what he did to me go away for a
while and I feel like me for a while. And then I
remember what it felt like to have a coke bottle stuck
up inside me and it all comes back and I get sick
again."
I held her hand and she squeezed it real tight. We
didn't say anything until we got to the office and she
kind of waved her hand at me and said, " See ya," and
went in to the inner office .
I sat and waited. I was scared. I didn't want us to have
to stop doing sex with each other., but I didn't want
Illy to be hurt by what we were doing. I was all ripped
up inside and heard Dr. Rancouer say, "Tim. Are you here
or are you off in some world of your own?"
I said, "I'm here, why?"
She said," I called you three times and you just sat
staring at the wall."
"Lost in thought, I guess," I said and stood up. "What
is it?"
"Come on in. We want to talk about this." She led the
way back to her office and Illy was sitting very
straight in her chair with no expression on her face.
She looked like she did when I got home from camp. She
didn't look at me.
I sat down and looked at the doctor. She said, "Having
sex with your sister is going to be a problem for you
both. Ilsa has told me what you have been doing and it
all must seem like great fun to you but the world is
going to tear you apart as soon as your family becomes
aware of what you are doing. It's called incest and is
one of the most absolute taboos of society. If you were
of age, you would be unable to marry. If a pregnancy
results from your relationship it is most likely going
to be a defective baby. It's too bad, but the science of
genetics is pretty strong on this. Any bad genes you
might have, will likely be expressed in your child."
The sad thing here, is that what you are doing seems to
be the best physical therapy we could have found for
your sister. She is overcoming her anger, no, her rage
at the world that let this happen to her. She is happier
and more stable today than I have seen her since we
started therapy."
She went on to explain that as we matured and got
physically older, the likelihood that one of us would
become involved with someone new would increase and the
remaining one would be heartbroken. It might not happen,
but because of our ages, it most likely would. We would
be sort of abnormal to not want to explore relationships
on other levels and experience, physically, other
lovers.
She said she was going to insist on two things. "First,
I want you, Tim, to begin therapy next week. Since you
are a major factor in Ilsa's progress, I need to
understand you and you need to understand yourself.
Second, I'm going to prescribe birth control pills for
Ilsa. I want you both to be sure that they are taken
properly and that she doesn't get pregnant."
Other than that, there is little more I can say to the
two of you. You are young and healthy and have obviously
got well developed sexual appetites. I wish you a safe
voyage in your quest for a mature sexual identity.
"I will see you both next week at the same time. Tim,
you will be first and then you, Ilsa. Week after that,
Ilsa will be first."
"Any comments or questions?"
Ilsa looked up and said, "Are you going to tell our mom
and dad about us?"
Dr. Rancouer said, "Not as long as Ilsa and now you,
Tim, are emotionally content and happy. If the
relationship becomes difficult or strained, I will have
to intervene. Whether it gets to that level will depend
on what seems to be going awry."
We thanked her and left and wandered down to the bus
stop. She sat down and said, "I need shade."
I said, "Let's get a coke," and we went across the
street to the Wendy's and got burgers and fries and two
large cokes.
I asked Illy if she wanted to talk about it all and she
shook her head.
"Not for while," she said. "I gotta try to take it all
in. You got a girl you like and I don't have anyone
other than you and I don't know how to handle it. Let's
drop it for now, or I'm gonna cry."
We ate and sat pretty much in silence for a while and
then she said, "Would you go shopping with me tomorrow?
I need to get some stuff and I can't go alone and I
don't want to ask mom."
I said I would love to and she smiled and things sort of
lightened up. I suggested maybe a movie after shopping
and she giggled and said I didn't know much about
shopping with girls. We might not have time even if we
left early.
I shrugged and let it go. It was fun just being with
her.
We got home and I went down to do weights. Illy came
down to watch and asked if I ever did lifting with no
clothes on.
I said I never had but I could I suppose though I don't
know why.
She said, "It would be sexy to see all your muscles
bulging and your thing sticking out".
I told her I thought it would be embarrassing. "You
really want me to?" I said.
She nodded. I took off my shirt and shorts and pulled
off my underpants. She said, "Shoes, too."
I was bare as a baby and sweating like a pig. It was not
air conditioned in the storeroom and it was hot. She sat
on the floor and watched as I pressed and lifted and
sweated.
I got done and sat on the weight bench and panted.
She said, "Can I practice today?"
I nodded and told her to stay with the small weights and
I would go and shower.
She looked scared and said, "Please, stay down here with
me?
I said okay and watched her as she worked with some of
the arm weights. I could see her pectorals bulge with
the effort and I realized she was fully dressed and I
was bare assed.
"Hold on a sec, Illy. I want you to be like me here. You
gotta take your clothes off too."
She blushed. "Do I gotta?"
I said she didn't but it was sort of unfair to get me to
and then not let me see her.
"But you look so good doing it and you got all those
neat muscles and I don't even have much boob to see."
She looked at me, and I looked back at her. She sighed
and took her shoes and socks off and pulled her shirt
off over her head. Her bra was plain, soft cotton and
showed her small bust in it's perfect symmetry. She
pulled her shorts off and looked at me. I said nothing
and she blushed again and unhooked her bra and slid it
down her arms. She watched me as she hooked her panties
and pulled then down. They caught in her bottom and then
popped out and slid down and she kicked them off.
Her body was sleek and pale since she never could tan
but it was as smooth as satin. She bent and picked up a
weight and began her twelve curl reps. She counted
silently and I reminded her to breathe.
Her musculature was not evident, being a twelve year
old. Her determination, however, was obvious as she
reached the ninth rep and began to struggle. She made it
to twelve and switched arms. She began again, the tip of
her tongue sticking out of her mouth. She got to eleven
and quit. I told her to go to sit ups with a ten
pounder. She got the weight and sat on the bench.
She said, "I hate these," and slipped her ankles under
the side bars and held the weight behind her head. I
moved around so I was at her feet watching her. Her legs
were spread about a foot apart and I stared at her
smooth bare pussy. It was slightly open and pink inside.
I got semi hard watching her and listening to her panted
rep count. She did fourteen and leaned back on her
elbows.
"Do you like looking at me bare?'
I nodded and smiled at her. "You have the most wonderful
body I can even imagine. You're so smooth and silky. I
get hard thinking about you and when I can look at you I
want you so bad I can't stand it."
"Do you want me now?" she asked.
I stood up and held my dick, which was fully swollen and
erect. "Guess," I said.
She grinned happily and said, "Bring it over here."
I went over to her and stood next to her she opened he
mouth and licked the bottom of my dick from balls to
crown and then sucked it into her mouth. She used her
tongue on it for several minutes and slowly pulled her
mouth away.
"Doing that makes me hot. I think I'm ready for you
now," and she pressed her hand into her crotch and
grinned, "I'm soaking," she said.
I sat on the bench next to her and she slid over onto my
lap and leaned her back against my chest. She slid her
bottom against my cock and sighed.
"This teases me like this." she whispered. "I want it up
in me and it's so close and this is maddening.
She continued to hump against me and I held her breasts
and used my thumbs on her nipples. She was quiet and
intense in her movements.
She stood and turned around and straddled my legs and
said go in me now and sat down I guided my dick into her
slit and let her move into position. She slid down onto
my dick.
The heat and wet tight pressure of her 'tween' almost
brought me to cumming as she slid down on me. She got
all of me in her and held still.
She gasped, "That almost made me cum." I never do it so
fast. You make me so darn hot, Timmy."
"I know how you feel." I said, "If you hadn't stopped,
we would be all done already."
With her sitting on my lap, her nipples were almost at
mouth level. I sucked one into my mouth and she groaned.
She said, "I could cum from just sitting here and
feeling you do my titties."
I kept it up and she began to move on me. Her motion
would pull her nipple out of my mouth and when she slid
back I would suck the other one. She got faster and I
had to hold her ass to keep her from falling .
"Put a finger in me," she said, "Quick."
I pressed my right hand into her butt crack feeling for
her asshole. It was slick with our sweat and juices and
my middle finger slid into her and I pressed it in deep.
She grunted and sighed and said, "Now, oh now," and
began hard humping as I felt her muscles clamp on my
dick and finger. Her motion was to feel her clit against
my front and pubic bone so I didn't get a lot of
friction but I got to watch her as she cummed.
The intensity of her orgasm showed on her face. The
concentration as she approached her peak of sensation
and then the soft droop to her mouth and eye lids as she
rode her pleasure, her head back and loose on her neck
and her mouth in a weak smile. She slowed and stopped.
"Oh God," she said. "That was so good. You didn't
though, did you?"
I said, "I got to watch you cum. It's almost as good as
cumming to see you do it."
She shook her head. "You make me feel funny when you do
that. I bet I look really weird."
No, I told her, "You look really intense and sexy and at
the end, happy. Nothing weird about that."
Do you wanna cum in me now? I'll fuck you and you can
just lie on the bench." she said. "And I can watch you
cum."
I said, "Do it!"
She got up and I lay back on the bench. She had to half
stand over me to put my dick back in her. She slid onto
me again and the heat and pressure was as it was before
and I said, "Wait a sec so I don't cum right now."
She sat on me smiling at me and said, "I'm gonna start
now."
She raised herself and slid down again and changed her
position slightly and she got tighter around my dick and
said, "That's better. I got you against my inside place
and my nubbin too."
She began her fucking motions and I could feel my cum
build. It was always a big one when it built slowly and
this felt like it was gonna be an earthquake.
"Will you do my nipples, please," she said a little
breathlessly.
I reached up for her breasts which were bouncing around
in front of my face. Too far to suck but close enough to
enjoy watching and feeling. I held her nipples and let
her own motion do the tweaking and tugging on them.
"Oh Timmy, I think I'm gonna cum again." It was more
mumbled than said aloud as if she were talking to
herself.
Her movements were getting harder and longer and her
cunt was sliding me deep into her and then almost out.
Her eyes were closed and she had the look again.
I began to cum and my pleasure spread from my groin to
my belly and legs and chest and I exploded into her,
heavy spurts of semen pouring out of me into the depths
of her spasming cunt. She continued to jerk and twitch
trying to hump but failing, well after we had finished
our orgasms. She was pretty well finished for a while
and so was I.
She was lying on me, her face against my neck and
breathing less rapidly when she said, "I love to fuck. I
love it with you. Do you like to fuck me as much as some
other girl?"
"Illy, I never did it with anyone else. I don't really
wanna go exploring though. I have you and you're the
prettiest girl I know. And we do this good together."
"Wouldn't you like a girl with big boobies? I thought
guys all liked big ones."
She sounded wistful. "I saw pictures of big ones in a
magazine at camp," I said. " "They looked sort of ugly
to me. And it said that little ones had all the nerves
more concentrated and were more sensitive to being
played with. I like yours really well and you're gonna
get bigger."
She sighed and said, "I hope you mean it. You always say
the right thing and make me feel good. But Rancouer said
you were part of the solution so I kinda wonder if
you're being all honest with me. I mean, I think you
are. I hope you are, but I still have that wonder..."
Her voice trailed off.
I said, "Ily, would it help if I promised, hope to die,
that I would never ever lie to you even if it would hurt
you or make you sad?"
She said, "I think so. I want you to be honest with me.
Promise me on your life as my brother to always tell me
the whole truth?"
"I will always tell you the whole truth, on my honor and
on my life as your brother." It scared me a little to
say that and I told her so.
She nodded. "I guess I believe you more than the rest of
them. We have something special between us and they just
talk about my mental health like it's something you can
give shots for. I feel good and safe when I'm with you.
I guess that's why I'm so scared you're gonna go off and
leave me when school starts."
I said, "Illy, I'm gonna be at swim practice if you get
well enough to walk home and all our friends are gonna
be going like always so it isn't like you would be
alone. And if you need me to, you heard what dad said.
That you come first and everything else is gonna be
after that. 'Course I wanna swim, but I want more for
you to be safe and get well again."
She said. "And if I get completely well will you stop
wanting to do sex with me?"
I said, " I'll probably never stop wanting to do sex
together. Even after we get grown up and all that."
She sighed and pressed herself against me and said,
"You're still hard in me."
I said, "Yeah," and pushed into her.
She stood up and grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go do
it my room this time."
We went upstairs and she lay on her back.
"I want to try to do it this way if you don't get too
heavy on me."
I lay down next to her and slid my dick between her legs
and pressed her butt so she was tight against me. I
kissed her and we tongued for a minute and she pulled me
on top of her. I found my way to her cunt and pressed
into her again. We lay like that a minute and I propped
myself on my elbows and began fucking her slowly.
"O God, I love it when you go long and deep and slow
like this, "she said. "It might take longer to cum, but
it feels sooooo good."
Actually it took about fifteen minutes but it was worth
waiting for. We came almost together. Me a little after
she did because I wanted to be sure she got a good one.
Mine was good and I knew she was watching me as I
cummed.
Later when we were talking she said, "You look like it
hurts you when you cum."
"I do?" I said. "It sure doesn't feel like hurting. It's
just so much and so intense. I feel it all down inside
me and sometimes into my legs. I love the feeling but I
feel so pooped after it, most times."
We cleaned up and went up to play monopoly so mom and
dad would see us doing things together.
**
Next morning, Illy asked mom if she could go shopping
for new clothes and mom was tickled. Illy was wanting to
do stuff again, even if it was with me. We were supposed
to be home in time to do the dinner stuff and we agreed
with that.
We rode the bus downtown and went to a store I had never
noticed. Illy said it was for small girls but not kids.
Mom had told her to go there since Illy had a bust and a
shape that was definitely not little girl anymore. She
tried on several skirts and blouses and had the sales
lady come and get me.
"Your sister wants you in the changing room. First on
the right," she told me.
It was obvious she didn't think I was Illy's brother. We
looked very little alike and I was dark and she was so
light. I knocked and Illy said, "Timmy?"
I said yea and she opened the door. She said she wanted
me to tell her which one I liked best. She held up a
skirt and a blouse and then a second set and then a
third.
They all looked good, but the navy skirt and pale blue
and dark blue striped blouse was really good. I said
which I liked and she said okay and she got the ones I
had suggested.
We went next to Victoria's Secret. I wanted to wait
outside but she made me come in, I was kind of
embarrassed because of all the girl stuff all over.
Illy talked to a girl who didn't look much older than
Illy. They went back and came out with a pile of stuff
and disappeared into the changing area. I sat and
pretended not to look at all the bras and silky stuff
all over the place.
After awhile the sales girl cam and got me and said the
young lady needed my opinion. I went back into the
changing room and knocked. Illy said, "Timmy?" again and
I went in when she unlocked the door. She had panties
and bras all over the place.
She said mom wanted her to get a couple of new bras
since hers were getting too tight on her. She wanted to
know which ones I liked.
I giggled and said, "I'm really more interested in
what's in them but I'll help deal with the packaging if
you want me to."
She giggled back and showed me a couple. They were all
plain and pastel colors. I told her the colors would
show under her white tops and she said she was going to
fix that at the next store. We picked out a black one
and a pale blue and a lavender one.
I said that the store was making me horny.
Illy looked at me and said, "Come here."
I went over to her and said 'What?
"Feel me." She spread her legs and I put my hand on her
bottom. Her panties were wet under her skirt. "I got hot
watching you Just sitting there with your big arms
rippling when you move. Rub me some there."
I pressed against her bottom and squeezed her soft
pussy.
She held on to my shoulders and pumped her belly forward
at me. I could smell the light tang of her sex juice and
I got an instant hard on. She had her eyes closed and
was breathing hard through her mouth. I slid two fingers
into her panties and into her slippery wet tunnel. She
humped me hard and shuddered as she orgasmed on my hand.
"Oh, God, Timmy, How do you make me do that so fast."
I had no idea why she was so hot, but I wasn't about to
not take credit for her cum. We put her packages
together and I carried them for her. She charged her
stuff to mom's account and we left.
I heard the sales girl say to her colleague, "I bet I
know what they were doing in there." We laughed and
practically ran out.
We went to three more stores and bought nothing in the
last one but she got some nice earrings and several tops
and two pairs of shoes before we were through.
I was about ready for going home and we were a long walk
from the bus stop. Illy wanted to get something to drink
so we went to Wendy's and got a Frosty. We were sitting
talking when five kids from school walked in and saw us.
We had a reunion and talked about the coming year and
who was not coming back and who was in whose homeroom.
Illy was mostly bored since she was three years behind
all of us. One of the boys seemed kind of interested in
her and she lit up and got all giggly with him.
When we left, she wanted to know all about him and I
told her as much as I knew. I think I felt that the end
of our relationship was in sight if a short chat with
one guy could get her all stirred up socially. I was
pretty quiet on the way home, but so was she.
We waited for the bus and I stood by her making shade
and she barely noticed me. On the bus she sat with her
packages and I sat across the aisle and we couldn't
talk.
The walk home from the bus stop was about the same and I
opened the door and she went to her room and her door
closed behind her.
So much for being a big brother, I thought and changed
clothes and went down to pump some iron. I did my
workout and came up and showered and went to my room and
lay down. When I woke up I was sort of groggy. It was
almost six o'clock and no one was home. There was a note
from mom saying she and Ilsa had gone out and would be
back later and to get something for myself to eat.
I went to Illy's room and looked around. She had put her
new stuff away and cleaned up and made her bed. This was
more like she used to be - everything neat and organized
and clean. The hole in her closet wall was still there
and I wondered if she had been peeking at me lately. I
doubted it since we had been spending so much time
together. And, really, what was there to see that she
hadn't already seen?
I opened a few drawers and found nothing of interest and
wandered down the hall to dads den. I looked in and went
in and sat at his desk. This was forbidden. His den was
only open to me when I was invited in by him. Even mom
knocked and asked when she wanted to do something in
there.
I felt guilty and went to the kitchen and made a couple
of roast beef sandwiches with horseradish and sliced a
tomato and got a beer. Another no no since I was not
allowed alcohol except some wine on special occasions,
but I was feeling a little left - out and wanted it.
I sat in the kitchen and ate and drank about half the
beer and burped. I cleaned up my mess and took the rest
of the beer down stairs. I straightened my weights and
stuff and went in to the laundry to see if anything
needed doing in there. There was the usual stuff in the
hamper so I started a load. Illy's underwear was there
and I got hard looking at it and smelling the crotch of
her panties.
There was a pair of her panties I hadn't seen her wear.
They were like mom's, silky and shiny, just smaller.
They had the same sexy smell and I squeezed my cock and
closed my eyes and thought about her little pussy. I sat
on the stool and opened my pants and pulled out my cock.
I rubbed her panties on my cock and pretty soon I was
working for a cum. I squirted into her panties and felt
better. She had had a cum in the changing room and I had
only gotten hard in there so I figured I had owed myself
that one.
I washed the load of stuff in there. It was sort of
small but I had to get rid of the evidence of my cum in
her panties.
I went back upstairs and went back to Illy's room and
looked thru more drawers. She had a battery operated
tooth brush in her night stand. I couldn't figure out
what she wanted with a tooth brush in her night stand
for, but it was there, I thought maybe she brushed with
it in bed, but there weren't any brush attachments for
it.
There was a diary [locked] in her bedside table drawer
and I wondered where she hid the key. I was dying to
read it even though I knew I shouldn't. Mom and dad
would ground me for life if they found out I had done
something like that. They were pretty firm about
someone's privacy and a violation would get us in big
trouble.
I got bored and went to my room and watched TV and dozed
off. I woke up about midnight and the lights were all
out and it was pouring out. Sheets of rain were blowing
along the patio and across the yard. I got back in bed
and watched it and sort of dozed. I awoke when my door
opened quietly and Illy came in. She came over to the
bed and looked at me to see if I was awake, I had closed
my eyes and she moved away and I peeked at her.
She sat in my chair and took her socks off and then
wiggled around and I realized she was taking her PJs
off.
She got naked and came around to the far side of the bed
and slid under the sheet. I stayed quiet and she slid
over against me and spooned against my back. She was
warm and soft against me and I almost said something.
Her hand reached around me and lay against me. She began
touching my belly and chest. She played with my nipples
for a few minutes. I guess they got hard but it didn't
do much for me. Her hand slid down to my dick which was
just a little bit less than soft. She touched it and
held it in her warm hand and I started to get hard. She
squeezed it and slid her hand around the head and played
with it. She felt for my balls and played with them for
a few minutes and then I felt her kissing my neck.
I rolled over and whispered, "What are you doing in
here? If mom catches us, she'll kill us."
Illy said, "I got scared of the storm and I was hot
anyway so I came to see you."
She squeezed my dick again and I grunted and said, "If
you do that you're gonna be wiping us off very soon."
I rolled onto my side to face her and felt her little
breast. Her tiny nipple was pointy and soft but it get
hard and stiff as I played with it.
She sighed and held my dick and said, "Will you suck
me?"
I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth, and sucked
gently and used my tongue on it. It made her hump
against me, and she put her knee up on my thigh and
reached between us and played in her own slit.
I wanted to watch what she was doing but her little
tittie tasted good and I was liking sucking her. Her
hand in her slit was moving steadily and I asked her
what she was doing,
She said, "I'm getting it ready for you to make me cum"
and she kissed me and put her hand on my face. Her sex
smell was strong and I was very hard. I pressed my dick
between her legs but her hand was in the way. I told her
to roll over so I could be against her back and she
could keep playing in herself.
She turned over and went back at her cunt with her hand.
I felt her hand and what it was doing. She was rubbing
along the lips of her slit and had one finger in it and
she would slide it into herself every few seconds. My
cock was pressed along the crack of her butt. It was
fairly slippery and I could rub and feel nice but
nothing like it was inside her.
She said, "Do my nipples."
I felt for her tits and held them and squeezed and
rolled her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.
She was breathing in gasps and sort of panting. I knew
she was gonna cum all by herself so I stopped playing
with her boobs.
"Why did you stop," She asked.
I said, "Because you're not letting me have anything.
All you want to do is cum and you don't seem to care
whether I get any pleasure or not."
She said she was sorry but she still had her hand in her
crotch and it was still moving. She asked me what I
wanted to do.
I said quietly, " I love you, Illy. and I want to make
love with you, not watch you hand fuck yourself while I
help it along with your tits. If I can't love you I'm
gonna do without because I feel too left out when you
act like this. You said you were getting ready for me to
make you cum but it feels more like you're getting ready
to do it yourself and you don't need me for that."
She sat and stared at me and said, " Do you want me to
go back to my room?"
"I guess you better". I said. "I can't go to sleep with
you jerking yourself off in my bed and it doesn't look
like you want me to do anything in you."
She slowly got out of my bed and picked up her PJs and
put them on. She got the rest of her stuff and went out
and closed the door silently. I didn't sleep that night.
In the morning, mom reminded me to take Ilsa to her
appointment. I had to be a patient today as well. She
gave me money for lunch and a movie if we wanted to go
and enough for dinner. She said she would be in town
late and not to wait up for her. She gave me the number
where she would be and left to go to a Habitat board
meeting.
I made my breakfast, pancakes and bacon and ate and went
down to work out. After an hour I quit and went up to
clean the kitchen and it was spotless. Ilsa must have
done it and gone back to her room, I thought and went to
shower.
I was shaving and she knocked and came in and said she
had to pee.
She stood there looking at me and I said "what?"
She said, "I gotta pee," and I said, "I gotta finish
shaving."
"I gotta pee really bad," she said and I said, "Go
ahead. It won't interfere with my whiskers."
I continued to [slowly] move the razor on my face. I
needed to shave about once a week and I was darn well
gonna do it as I wanted to and let her know that there
was more than one person living here.
She finally went and pulled her shorts and panties down
and sat. I carefully avoided watching her and I heard
her peeing. It didn't sound like all that much and I
thought it was a phony deal she dreamed up to start us
talking again.
I said, "Thanks for doing the kitchen. I was gonna clean
it after you ate."
She said, "I didn't mind. I wish I had had some of the
bacon though."
"It's in the Fridge in the meat keeper if you want some,
" I told her. "Just cook it slow so it doesn't get too
crispy too fast. It will be the way you like it."
"Oh, Timmy, please don't be like this. I am so sorry
about last night. I got hot thinking about you and when
I got in bed with you I was so hot I forgot all about
anything except cumming. I didn't mean to leave you out
of it. I just forgot. If it will make you be nice to me
again I'll suck you or anything you want. And I'll try
not to be selfish about it ever again."
I turned and looked at her. She was standing by the
toilet with her pants on the floor and her bare cunt
showing. I said "You'll do anything?
She nodded. I told her to get the K-Y Jelly out of mom's
drawer and come to my room.
She turned and went out. I wiped the cream off my face
and went to my room. She was standing in my room,
waiting.
I said smear some of the jelly on my cock and I took my
pants off. She came and kneeled in front of me. I was
soft and she put jelly on my cock and rubbed it around
and I got hard.
She giggled and said, "That was fast."
She was still bare from the waist down and I told her to
take off the rest of her clothes. She pulled her t shirt
off and was naked.
I said, "Lean on the bed". She went and bent over and
leaned on it with her hands. I said, "Get down on your
elbows."
She bent over further and her cute little behind was
sticking out and she looked at me and said, "Uh oh.
You're going up my butt aren't you?"
I nodded and walked behind her. I spread her cheeks and
looked at her tiny pink little opening.
She said, "We did this before but I was real hot when
you did it. I don't think I can do it if I'm not real
hot."
I pressed my cock against her ass hole and pushed. She
had clamped down and wasn't about to let me in her ass.
I reached under her with both hands and grabbed her
nipple with one hand and her nubbin with the other and
pressed and pulled and she grunted and her hole relaxed
and I slid into her about two inches.
She groaned and said ,"That hurts me, Timmy."
I said, "We'll wait a minute to see if you get used to
it. If It still hurts, I'll quit."
I stood there, half buried in her ass and felt the heat
of her bowel on the end of my cock. I wanted to ram it
into her. I suddenly realized what I was doing was like
rape.
I pulled out of her and said, "Illy, I'm sorry. I was
mad at you and I wanted to do something to get even but
I can't do it. I can't hurt you. I love you but I can't
feel like I'm not a full part of your life. Especially
about sex stuff. I don't know all that much about it and
I got scared when I didn't feel included in what you
were doing last night."
She turned to me and she was crying. She wrapped her
arms around me and sobbed and told me she knew how I
felt and she was sorry. I could do anything I wanted to
her and it would be okay if I gave her time to get hot
and get used to it.
She kissed me and held me tight and I got K-Y Jelly all
over her tummy and chest.
She rubbed my cock and said, "Can I do this to you?" I
nodded and she proceeded to do a hand job on me. It felt
so much better than when I did it to myself.
When I had cum and she had gaped at how it squirted out
of me, she said, "I liked doing that to you. We need to
do it to each other when we get home this afternoon.
Okay?"
We kissed again and showered together and got dressed to
go to her, no, for us to go to our appointment.
**
I'll never know what Illy and Dr. Rancouer talked about
but when I went in, she was sitting at her desk looking
like the principal when you've been sent to the office.
It made me nervous and I asked if she was angry.
"Why would I be angry?" she asked.
I said I didn't know. It was just the way she was
sitting and looking all serious.
She said, "Do you not take this seriously?"
I told her I did and then sat and waited. It was quiet
for a while and then she said. "Do you have any
questions?"
I said I did and asked her about Illy's progress and the
expectations for recovery and stuff like that.
She said that I could probably answer those questions as
well as she could and it was quiet again for a while.
She asked how I was feeling about being a care-giver. I
said it was okay and the sex was fabulous.
She smiled at that and said she expected that it would
be. For a fifteen year old, almost any sex was fabulous.
She asked if Illy was enjoying it and I said, "Well, we
both cum a lot so I guess she is."
"Is that all that sex is for you? An orgasm?" she asked.
I said, "It was pretty nice but it was best cuz it was
with Illy and we were together sharing it."
We went on in the same vein for almost the rest of my
hour. She kept digging at how I felt about Ilsa and my
responsibility to her and her potential cure. I finally
told her that I was not the shrink and that since she
was, she ought to be able to tell me the answers.
She said you're trying to make this too simple. It's
very complex and you seem to be taking it very lightly.
I said, "I'm trying to make it easy for Ilsa to do what
she wants to do and help her do it. I don't know
anything else to do. I'm just a kid and I have no idea
of what's going on inside her. She seems to be happy
when we're together and I guess I read that as doing
something right. If I'm not, then you have to tell me
and I'll do something else."
She said, "Would you like to have her come in and talk
with us."
I told her sure and she went and got Illy. She came in
and sat next to me on the couch and Dr. Rancouer sat in
one of the easy chairs.
She asked Illy if she was comfortable with me being
there and Illy nodded and then she asked me the same
thing.
I said, "You sat behind your desk when I was here alone
with you and now you get all informal and sit out here
like people. How come I get the formal treatment and
Illy is treated like a buddy?"
She said, "I think we made him angry, Ilsa. How do you
feel about his statement?"
Illy looked at us both and said she had no idea what was
going on and to tell her why she, Ilsa, had anything to
do with making me angry.
Dr Rancouer smiled at us and said something about a
united front and said you both seem to be identifying
with each other really well. She told me to wait in the
waiting room and she would see us together again at the
end of Illy's hour.
I sat and was mad for a while and then thoughtful for a
while and then decided to be honest about whatever was
gonna happen.
She came and got me again and smiled and we went back.
Illy was lying on the couch and she sat up and patted
the spot next to her. I sat and we three looked at each
other.
Dr Rancouer went on for several minutes about honesty
being important with Illy and me and to be sure not to
let any anger or upset get in the way of our
communication with each other. She told Illy to get her
prescription filled and begin taking it as directed.
She said she hoped we wouldn't get caught having sex,
but it was likely to happen and to expect it. When it
does, be adult about it and admit it and be honest with
the parents about it. For Illy and her situation, it is
healthy and cleansing and the pleasure and fun she is
having is erasing the memory of the pain of her rape.
For me, she said, the sex was more complicated since I
was falling in love with a sibling and it could be
destructive at some future time. We will deal with that
when it becomes an issue, but for now you two can enjoy
an intense relationship for as long as it may last. Now
go home and enjoy being young and healthy, both of you.
Same time next week.
We went and got cheeseburgers and cokes and ate. We
refilled our cokes and walked to the bus stop. I shaded
Illy while we waited. She seemed lost in thought.
I asked her what she was thinking and she said what Dr.
Rancouer said.
I told her we were there for two hours and she had said
a lot of things.
She said, "About you falling in love with me."
I looked at her. I didn't know how to say it but the
honesty thing was still running through my mind and I
said, "Well I guess I am."
"How do you know?" She whispered.
I said I didn't know, It was a feeling inside my body
and my soul, but not in my head."
The bus came and we got on. It was crowded so we
couldn't really talk but we had our hands touching and
it felt nice. We got off the bus and some kids from down
the street were out and asked us to come and play
Monopoly so we went. We played and llly kept lending
money to me cuz I kept landing on the expensive
properties. Sara said that she was gonna own me body and
soul if it kept up and Illy and I had hysterics.
Sara and Jerry giggled at us and we quit playing. It was
getting late and we needed to get home anyway. We were
invited back to finish the game tomorrow afternoon.
We wandered home half drunk from laughing and staggered
all over the sidewalk. Illy would say 'body' and I would
respond 'soul' and we would go off again. By the time we
got home we were limp.
We cleaned up and set the table and mom and dad got
home. We had dinner and it was relaxed with all of us
chattering like in the old days.
Illy and I did the dishes and I went down to work out.
Illy said to save her some weights and she would come
down in about an hour to do some too.
I worked up a good sweat and did more than usual and
felt good. I decided to increase my load and reduce reps
for a week and then see if I could go back to my usual
number with the new weight. I weighed and measured
myself and had gained several pounds and some increases
in arm and leg size. I was pleased. I was flexing in
front of the mirror when Illy came in.
She said, "Well Adonis, what are you admiring yourself
about?" and giggled.
I told her I was bigger and stronger than I had been and
was trying to see if I could tell where my increases
were.
She said, "It could be your ego," and I swatted her
butt.
She asked me to help her with some of the weights and I
coached her for about an hour. She kept complaining
about doing the sit ups and I said turn around and take
off your shirt.
She pulled her shirt off and said, "And...?"
I held the mirror so she could see herself and told her
to do a couple of slow sit ups and watch herself. Her
abs were nicely defined - not quite a six pack, but
beginning to show.
She was bug eyed at herself, and kept on flexing and
admiring. I made a comment about ego and she said come
over here so I can swat your butt. I let her smack me
and mom walked in.
"My God, llsa" she said, "What are you doing with no
clothes on?"
Ilsa sat up and said, "I'm exercising and admiring my
belly," and got her shirt. She had her bra on so it
wasn't a 'no clothes' situation, but mom was still in a
snit.
I said, "Geez, Mom, we usually work out in bathing suits
so we're really over dressed tonight. It gets hot down
here with no air conditioning and ya sweat like a pig
when you're pumping iron."
Illy giggled and said, "Or in my case, tin."
Mom walked out muttering and we got hysterical again.
Illy asked me where I got the bathing suit idea from and
I said "Sheer genius," and we were off again. We pressed
a little more and Illy said shower time and she went
upstairs and I took mine right there.
When I got upstairs, all the doors were closed and I
figured mom and dad were dealing with 'Illy-in-her-
under-wear-in-front-of-Timothy'.
And Illy was girling in her room.
I got Oreos and milk and watched part of the Leno show
and dozed off. I woke up about two AM and went to bed.
I woke up and Illy was lying next to me. She was naked
and asleep. I got up and went and peed and brushed my
teeth and washed my face and got back in bed. I slid
over close to her and, since she was lying on her back,
I rubbed her tummy very gently. I went in circles
gradually getting bigger and nearing her breasts and
mound as they got bigger.
I bumped the bottom of her boobs a few times and got no
response and so I headed for her slit. She was moist and
I played with her slightly swollen lips for a while and
then pressed inside to get t the more sensitive soft
stuff inside. I bent to suck her nipple as I played in
her slit and her arm went around my neck.
"I thought you were never gonna get to my tweeny," She
said and kissed me.
She giggled and I stopped feeling her and said, "Playing
possum on me ought to get you tickled."
She said, "Oh Timmy, please don't. I might wet my pants
and I don't got any on."
I said, "You owe me then and I proceeded to slide my
longest finger deep into her cunt. She sighed and
reached for my cock. She held it in both hands and slid
up to the head and down and back. I had been half hard
but I was long and stiff in seconds as she played with
me.
She said, "You're getting bigger, did you notice?"
I said, "Oh come on."
She said, "Really, you are. I can tell by how much I can
hold in my hands and by how you hit bottom in me. Your
thingie is a lot longer and some thicker too."
I didn't want to say anything about having measured my
cock [as most guys do] but I was dying to get the ruler.
I said, "Let's check it out."
I got up and got the ruler out of my desk and gave it to
her. She held it against me and said, "You're just over
six inches long. Is that big for a boy?"
I said, "I think I'm about average. I'm thicker than
most of the guys on the team though."
She said you're bigger around than that guy was who did
it to me. He really hurt me the first time. I'm glad we
didn't have to hurt me to do it. I love having you do it
to me."
"Illy, I don't do it to you, I do it with you. We are
having this together. It isn't a do to or take from
thing, It's sharing."
"The way you do it", She said, "It's loving and I wanna
do some of it right now."
She raised up and turned so she was facing my feet and
lay down next to me and pulled me onto my side and
sucked me into her mouth. She had the most wonderful
tongue and used it on the crown of my cock.
I spread her legs apart so I could get my face into her
crotch and licked her from clitty to anus. She shuddered
and grunted and humped her belly at my mouth. I loved
her taste and the feel of her hairless bottom in my
mouth. I rolled her on top of me and she got up on her
knees in order to hump at my mouth better. It opened her
up to me and I was able to get deeper into her soft, wet
and swollen pussy with my tongue.
"I can cum like this," she said, "if you want to do it
this way."
"Go for it, Illy," I told her, and slid my fingers along
her bottom to her butt as I sucked her clit.
In just a few seconds I could feel her tightening up and
spasming on my tongue and the finger I had in her ass.
Her cum was beginning and she got stiffer and her legs
clamped around my head and I sucked her hard and felt
her squirt her cum juice into my mouth. She was frozen
in position as she cummed and I knew I was not gonna
cum. Her mouth had stopped as her cum started.
She gradually calmed and relaxed and said, "I need to
make you cum, Timmy. I'm sorry to be so selfish, but
can't do anything when I start to go off like that. Do
you want me to suck you or fuck you?" She giggled. "I
love both ways."
"Suck me," I said.
She turned around and lay between my legs and on her
elbows and looked at me as she sucked me into her mouth.
She bobbed her head and used her tongue and I could feel
it begin.
"You're gonna watch me cum, aren't you?" I asked her and
she nodded as she sucked me.
I lay back on my pillow and let it happen.
It was intense. It began way deep and reached a
crescendo of sensation as her head bobbed, I watched her
swallowing my juices as they pulsed into her mouth. She
took me way into her and I could feel her throat around
the head of my cock. She held it there for a second or
two and then pulled back. She sucked till I loosened up
and relaxed and then crawled up and kissed me.
"Remember when Rancouer said you were falling in love
with me?" she asked.
I nodded.
Illy said, "I told her I was in love with you and she
said she knew that. It was obvious to her in the way I
looked at you and responded to you. I hope that makes
you happy. It made me happy to know that you loved me."
I kissed her. She kissed me back. We kissed each other
for a long time. We got up and ate and showered and went
to the neighbors to play Monopoly.
I hoped it wasn't obvious to everyone that we were in
love. It could be a thing that would drive mom out of
her mind.
I went home before Ilsa. She wanted to stay and talk to
Sara. Jerry and I were not in the same group or grade
and I needed to work out pretty hard if I wanted to be
really buff when school started. I wanted to start my
new lifting pattern and I thought it would work better
if I was alone for the first several work outs.
I got home and got shorts on and went down to the weight
room. It was hot in there but not more than eighty five
degrees. I poured some cold water on me and started in.
My reps were down and my weights were up and I had to
work pretty hard. I found the biceps and triceps were
not bad but the lats were really tough. I did a hundred
sit ups to finish the routine and my six pack was great.
I figured I might get it to an eight pack by September
if I kept at it.
I heard Illy yell down that she was home. She didn't
come down though so I stripped and showered. I was clean
and wet and had a towel around me when she appeared.
She looked upset and I asked her what was wrong. She
said it was Jerry. He was trying to get her alone and it
was embarrassing. She was pretty sure he was gonna try
to make out with her and she was scared by the way he
was acting.
She said, "Timmy, I don't want to be rude to him, but I
want to do stuff with you and not Jerry. What am I
supposed to do to make him quit?"
I asked where Sara was and Illy said Sara kept having to
go to the bath room or to the kitchen and every time she
left Jerry came in and started on her.
"Do you think they planned it?" I asked.
She was quiet for a minute thinking and she said, "I bet
they did. What do you think I should do?"
I said, "Let me think about it and I bet we can make 'em
wish they hadn't ever tried it. Jerry's too old for you
and Sara's in my class but she's a Deb and pretty stuck
on herself. Never goes to games or dances. They have
quiet parties that only their 'in friends' can get
invited to. And only they know who is part of their
crowd. I don't know anyone who wants to be part of that
bunch of snoots."
Illy was sitting on the bench and she was looking up my
towel.
She said, "It's sexy seeing you like that. It's sort of
dirty to be peeking at you under your towel. Will you
let me play with your, um your, uh. Oh poop, you know
what I want."
I said make yourself at home and sat on the bench next
to her. She slid her hand into the towel and held my
cock and felt me. I wasn't hard but it wouldn't be soft
long the way she was handling it.
"I love to feel it get big," she said. Does it feel good
when you go from soft to hard like that?"
I said, "Yes, it does, but I expect it feels pretty much
like you do when you go from dry to wet."
"You mean like now?" she said and blushed.
"Are you getting hot again? I slid my hand under her
skirt and felt her bottom and she was wet. And swollen.
And hot.
She groaned and said, "Do you think we have time for a
quick one before they get home?"
I said, "If you get on me here and now and fuck me so
you can cum, I'll wait till later."
She pulled her skirt up and took her panties off and got
on my lap and I helped her get my cock inside her. She
began rocking on me and was doing it hard when we heard
mom come in upstairs.
Illy said "Oh darn it, I'm almost there." She humped me
harder and was fucking me really good when she cummed. I
made her get off me and we were messing with the weights
when mom bounced in.
She looked at me and said, "Today you're the one without
clothes. What am I running here? This is not a nudist
colony. Timothy, get up stairs and get some clothes on.
Ilsa, get upstairs and set the table. Now go, both of
you."
We went up stairs, Ilsa giggling like mad and me just in
a hurry to get dressed. Ilsa followed me into my room
and had a horrified look on her face.
"My panties are still down there and they smell like,
you know, like when, um when...
"Like they do when you're hot?" I said.
She nodded. I pulled her pants out from under my towel
and said, "I saved us both," and she grabbed them and
ran to her room.
We had take out Chinese for dinner cuz mom was too
pooped to cook. We all love Chinese and it was fun.
While llly and I washed dishes, she whispered to me that
she would be in my bed tonight and pay me back for her
fun downstairs.
I told her to come in after they left in the morning and
we could have more time and not worry about being
caught. She giggled and said, "Okay".
She was pretty cool for an almost twelve year old.
It was a quiet evening and I showered before bed. I
turned out my light and got into bed and flipped the
light off. As I rolled over, I could see the light
shining in the peep hole in my closet.
I was gonna ignore it, but curiosity got the best of me
and I crawled over to the hole and looked into Illy's
room. She was sitting on the bed with her diary on her
thighs and was writing busily. She was wearing panties
and a bra. She looked like a little girl playing dress-
up.
She seemed so young and fresh and innocent to me. Her
short white-blond hair was fluffed out and she had no
makeup on, which she wore to cover her pale skin and to
protect against sun burn. She was sweet and young and
sexy.
I had boxers on and I slipped out and went to her door
and knocked our secret knock, from a long past time when
we were being spies. She opened it almost immediately.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
I pushed into her room and said, "I had to come and tell
you how much I love you and how much I appreciate you as
a person and my best friend and my lover and I need to
kiss you goodnight.
I pulled her against me and kissed her for a long moment
and said, "Thank you for being Ilsa. Good night and
sweet dreams."
I went back to my room and went back to the peep hole.
She got back on her bed and sat thinking and picked up
her diary from under her pillow. She wrote slowly for a
few minutes and then closed and locked it.
She put it in her bedside table drawer and went to her
dresser and put the key in her jewelry box. It looked
like she slid it under the lining. I knew where it was
now and knew I could cheat on her and read it if I ever
wanted to.
I got in bed and fell asleep looking at the light
shining through the peep hole.
**
When I woke up, Ilsa was sitting in my chair reading one
of my muscle magazines.
I said, "Hey gorgeous, what are you doing up so early?"
Illy laughed and said, "It's nine o'clock. That isn't
early and we have a doctor's appointment this afternoon.
And I want to tell you something."
I sat up and asked her if it could wait until I peed and
she giggled and nodded. I went and peed and brushed my
teeth and combed and stuff and went back to my room. She
was still sitting and reading and I asked her when she
got so interested in the muscle stuff.
She said, "When I noticed you had so many and so much of
them."
I said, "So what's to talk about so early in the day?"
She said, "It's really no big deal but when you came
into my room last night and kissed me and I realized how
much you mean to me and I wanted to let you know that I
loved hearing what you told me. I feel at least as much
as you do and I love you with all of my soul and mind
and body."
She started to cry and said, "I feel it so strong inside
me and I can't say words to you that will let you know
how much I feel it. I know how young we both are, me
especially, but I have this sensation of knowing that
you are my life. I see nothing beyond my life with you."
She was still crying and I got up and went to her and
held her. I rocked her in my arms and held her for a
long time. She lay against me and I worried that this
might be a temporary thing which was part of her
healing. For me it was pure heaven. I loved her with
more than a hard dick. I loved her as someone who had
known her for her whole life and knew her wacky side as
well as her serious self. I could imagine no other
female for me ever.
She looked up at me and asked if I wanted to make love
and I said yes.
She stood and pulled me over to my bed and sat on it and
unsnapped my boxers which fell to the floor. She knelt
in front of me and held my dick and caressed it and then
sucked it into her mouth. She used her tongue and didn't
move her head. I could feel her mouth and tongue moving
on me and it was warm and wet and incredibly erotic. I
had to make her stop twice to keep from cumming.
I was leaning on her slim shoulders as she sucked me and
I finally said, "Illy, you gotta stop or I'm gonna
squirt down your throat."
She stopped and said, "Do you want to?"
"I want to love you nose to nose," I said. " I want to
feel all of you all over and enjoy your body with my
hands and face and tongue. This is nice but I want more
than just a cum with you this morning."
She smiled happily, her old sunny, bright personality
was coming back.
"I like that," she said. "Are we gonna do everything or
just fuck me?"
Let's do as much as we can,' I said, "till we can't
stand it anymore and then fuck and come."
"Okay, you do me now cuz I been doing you, and I need to
get hotter." She wiggled and squeezed her breasts and
bounced up and down on the bed. She pulled her top off
and slipped out of her panties and lay back on my
pillows. Her nipples were already swollen and pointy and
her slit looked wet. She didn't have her splotchy red
spots yet, but I knew she would soon. I could tell how
hot she was by how red her skin got.
I sat next to her on the bed and gently slid my hand up
her thigh almost to her groin and then went back down. I
used both hands the next time and she spread her legs
open so I could get into her warm bottom, but I stopped
short of her soft moist bottom.
She moaned a little and said, " I need you to feel me,
Timmy. Come on and do me."
I looked at her and her eyes were half closed. I leaned
down and kissed her. She kissed me back and held my face
and sucked my lips and panted at me. I held her right
breast and squeezed it and played with its fullness, but
stayed away from her nipple. She pulled me against her
and pressed her small body hard against mine.
"Please, " she gasped. "I need to feel something on me
somewhere where it makes me go off." I held both her
breasts and squeezed them the way I had seen her do when
she was working toward a come.
She grunted and said, "I'm gonna do me myself if you
won't."
She slid her hand onto her bare cunt and pressed hard
against it. Her middle finger disappeared into her slit
and her hand jerked several times.
"Timmy, I need you to do it to me. Please. Oh please."
I moved down next to her and kissed her tummy and licked
down to the top of her slit. Her clitoris was sticking
out slightly and was swollen and pink. I blew on it and
she humped up at me and pressed her hand against my
head. I held back and blew against her clit again. I
made her moan and she asked me again to touch her.
I sucked her clit and she spasmed against my face as she
came. She made her 'eeeeeeeeeeee' sort of scream and
shuddered and held me against her. Her come juices
flowed all over my face. I sucked her as much as I
could. I wanted to make her come several times and I
wanted each one to be really big. It was hard to reach
deep into her cuz of how we were lying.
I slid up next to her on the bed and held her as she lay
in her after glow.
"That was nice, but you don't need to tease so much. I
need to come and then I can start again but it drives me
nuts when you won't let me have my come." She looked so
serious as she said it, I had to apologize.
"I'm sorry, Illy," I said. "I just wanted you to have a
big one and I thought it would be bigger if you were
hotter."
She said it was big and good but she couldn't wait any
longer for it. "I don't ever have little ones. They all
make me explode inside really big. God, I love to come
with you doing me."
I was hard and pressing against her as we lay there. She
reached down and took my cock in her hand. She held it
and rubbed her hand in her slit and then rubbed my cock
head with her slick, cunt-juicy hand. My balls pulled up
against my body and I could feel my own come starting. I
let her play with me for a minute and then rolled onto
my back and pulled her on top of me. She lay on me
looking at me from about two inches away.
"Are we gonna fuck now?"
I nodded. "One of us is," I said. I want you to fuck me
and make us come together this time."
She looked a little hesitant. "How will I know when
you're gonna come? I get so lost in my own feeling it, I
can't tell what you're doing."
"We have to communicate," I said. "We need to let each
other know where we are. We can take our time and talk
about what we're feeling and how close we are."
Illy said she would try but coming was so big in her
sometimes she couldn't talk.
I said, "That's a communication too."
She reached between us and adjusted my cock to her
opening.
"Do you want to fuck in my cunt or my ass?" she asked,
knowing full well I wanted her cunt.
I said, "You're the one doing it. You decide where you
want it."
She giggled and slid me into her hot, tight pussy.
We both groaned as I slid into her. The heat and wet was
always so intense and erotic that I had to force myself
away from an immediate orgasm.
I held her still against me. I was about half way into
her and I knew she wanted more but I had to wait a bit.
The urge to come receded and I whispered to her to press
down on me slow.
She jerked a little and I slid in her a bit and she
groaned again.
"I need it in me deep," she said and pressed hard
against me and I went all the way into her and hit
bottom.
It hurt her when I did that and she whimpered a little
but she held tight and pressed hard. I felt for her
nipples and tugged at them. She gasped and whimpered
again and I realized she was so hot she was almost out
of control.
I pulled her nipples again and said, "Fuck me!"
Illy raised her little butt and pressed down again
against my cock I slid out and back and felt her muscles
begin to spasm on me. She would come before I could but
it was ok since she always liked to feel me sliding into
her after she orgasmed. Her spasms increased and she
stiffened and froze. I pumped myself in and out of her
cunt as hard as I could as she came and I was trying for
my own release.
Illy was making her "Oh, oh, oh, noises as I began to
come. I squirted into her and humped hard against her
pressing against her cervix. She was still sort of
coming and humping at me as I slowed and started to
relax.
"Kiss me, Timmy, "she said, and wrapped her arms around
my neck.
We lay there for a long while. My cock stayed about half
hard and she moved a little against it and made a
humming sound.
"I can do it again if you can," she said.
I rolled over on top of her and began fucking her with
long slow strokes. I held my weight on my elbows to keep
from crushing her and watched her as she concentrated on
herself. She pulled her own nipples and stretched them
way out. It looked like it should hurt but she kept
pulling as her butt began to hump back at me. We were
rocking the bed and making quite a racket as I rode her.
She made her 'eeee' sound and began to come again.
I had a ways to go but I kept fucking her and at last
felt myself begin the rush toward orgasm.
As I squirted I felt her coming once more.
"Don't stop yet," she gasped at me and humped hard under
me.
Her cunt tightened around my cock as she fucked herself
into another orgasm.
We flopped apart and lay there exhausted. I fell asleep
and when I awoke she was gone. There was a bloodstain on
my sheet and I went looking for her to be sure she was
ok.
She was sitting in the living room watching TV.
She looked at me and grinned. "I guess I've become a
woman today. My first period just started." She blushed.
I asked if she was okay and she nodded.
"It feels like my insides want to fall out but it
doesn't hurt. I need some stuff from the drug store
though, She said. Would you go for me?"
She made a list and I went to the store for her. I don't
think I'll ever do it again but I did it once. The girl
at the counter thought I was a pervert when I went to
check out and I had all the stuff for menstruating and I
am obviously not a 'user'. She gave me a hard time and I
started to get mad and we were getting loud and the
manager came over and checked me out. She was nice about
it but she did ask who it was all for. I told her my
sister had started her first period and she needed all
this stuff.
Illy giggled when I told her what had gone on. I told
her she was gonna have to get her own stuff next time. I
wasn't going through that again.
She kissed me and thanked me and asked if I wanted to do
anything even if she was sort of bloody. I told her I
didn't think so and asked her if she did. She shrugged
and said she would it if I wanted her to but she wasn't
feeling hot or anything.
She made me promise to tell her if I got so I needed
anything. She would suck me if I asked her to.
I got through 3 days with no comes and started to get so
I was missing it. I hinted about it but she never said
anything so I dropped it.
Illy and I had hung out together for so long, there was
really no one else around to do anything with. Dad still
wanted me home with her all the time and I did have to
go to see her doctors with her every week.
I asked Illy if she was gonna be ready to go back to
school. She said she wasn't too sure yet. She was still
scared of strange men but almost all strangers would
make her nervous.
We tried sitting apart on the bus coming home from
downtown, and she couldn't do it. She came and sat next
to me when the bus started to get crowded. Dad got real
mad at me when he heard we had tried it, but Illy said
it was her idea and to be nice to me. Dad apologized and
later, I thanked Illy for telling him. It wasn't really
her idea, but we sort of did it together. Anyway, her
period ended and she didn't say anything to me about it
and I didn't ask.
About two weeks went by and I was in the basement with
my weights and working really hard and I realized Illy
was watching. I finished my set of reps and stood up and
dried my face and grinned at her.
"Hey Bug. Wanna work out?"
She shook her head. "I need a come," she said. I tried
to do without to see what it would be like to be like to
be abstinent. I don't like it."
"I wondered why we were sort of distant last week. I was
scared you were mad at me for something," I said. "I can
help you with a cum though. I'll take a quick shower and
be right with ya."
Illy said, "No. I like it when you smell all male and
sweaty like that."
She pulled her shirt over her head and had no bra on.
Her nipples were already swollen and hard. I had no
shirt on so I waited . She slid her shorts down and
stood in front of me in pale blue satin panties. They
fit her tightly and pretty much showed her body. I
dropped my shorts and had only a jock strap on and I was
getting hard. She watched my jock get pushed out as my
cock rose.
"I really need that in me. It's been thirteen days and I
need it," she said.
She came and sat on the bench and pulled me down next to
her. She licked my chest and smiled at me and said, "You
always taste so good. Even when it's just salty."
I kissed her and she hugged me and skidded her breasts
across my chest and I could hear her make a purring
sound. She had her arms around my neck and leaned
against me. I stood up and lifted he with me. She hung
on with her body pressed against my cock. She was so
short that the top of it was pressed against her clit
and she humped at me and kissed and opened her mouth to
mine.
We used tongues on each other all over, but I loved the
taste and feel of her mouth best of all.
I hale her ass in my hands supporting her and kneaded
her cheeks. She was little but had a cute bubble butt
and rubbing it made her hot. She said it was from the
way it pulled against her tweeny stuff and her front
button. She could never bring herself to call it her
clit. She said it sounded to technical.
She said pull my panties down so I can slide onto you.
She hung on while I slipped them over her hips and down
her legs. They slid to the floor and I held her thighs
and spread her legs to my sides and she slid slowly down
as my cock slid between her legs.
She wiggled a bit and got me at the entrance to her body
and said, "Here I come"
She slowly let her body sag onto me and I pressed into
her heat and tightness. She was fully wet and there was
no resistance except for the size of her cunt which was
still young and small. She was always extremely tight at
first and it made not coming an exercise in
concentration. The sensation of her body heat on my cock
always was my favorite feeling aside from orgasm..
She said, "Do it with me on the bench."
I sat on the bench and held her on my lap, our bodies
joined at the crotch. I was straddling the bench and
when she lay back she went onto the soft leather of the
seat.
"Is it in all the way?" she asked.
I always said almost although she had about an inch and
half or more to go before she got it all. She was
determined to get it all in her. I told her the
important part went in first, but she wanted it all.
I said again, "You got just about all of it this time."
"Well darn it, "she said, "I wanted to have it all in
me."
"Illy, you gotta remember, you started this at the
tender age of eleven. Give it a while and we'll be able
to get it all in. I will promise to tell you the day
that happens."
She nodded and said, "Okay, do it to me now."
I began pressing into her and my cock was pressing
against the front of her canal as it slid in and out.
She shuddered each time I hit her inside hot spot.
She groaned and said she wished there was a way to put
pressure on both her 'hot spots' at the same time.
I said, "I got your hot spot all around me just now and
it feels just fine."
"No more talk," she said. "Fuck me."
I Began the long slow strokes I knew she liked the best.
All the way in to the end of her cunt deep inside her
and then all the way out so only the end of my cock was
still inside.
She lay with her eyes closed and held her boobs in her
hands, squeezing them. She was frowning as she worked to
come. I could feel the tremors of her orgasm begin to
build in her as her cunt muscles tightened on my cock.
Her breathing got shorter and faster until she was
panting. She was making noises but not saying anything.
She began humping back at me and said, " Ah Timmy, I'm
gonna come. Make me do it, Timmy, I love you."
Her arms went around me and she held on. Her legs
stiffened and tensed around my thighs and she pumped her
abdomen at me hard several times and her nails dug into
my back and said, "Oh my God,' She gasped, "this is
gonna be a big one"
It was for me too. I shuddered into my climax along with
her. I filled her cunt and my juice was bubbling out of
her as we fucked.
She came for a long time. I thought it was over several
times but she was still throbbing inside and her bottom
was still flexing and relaxing rhythmically.
School was gonna start in about a week and I was getting
my stuff ready. Mom had gotten me a bunch of slacks and
shirts and stuff and I had bought two pairs of shoes.
Illy had an appointment with Dr Ratnouer and mom took
her. I went over to school and talked to the swim team
coach about my coming back to school. He said I looked
pretty good and I was gonna be tough to beat in the
sprints.
Dr Rancouer called me and told me she wanted to see me
first thing in the morning. She said Ilsa was taken care
of and to be there at eight thirty. I asked Illy if she
knew what it was all about and she said that Ratnouer
would tell me. Mom and dad were fine all evening so I
didn't think I was in trouble but I sure wished I knew
what she wanted.
I watched Illy thru the peep hole after dinner. She did
her bit with her diary and hid the key in the same old
place. She got ready for bed and did nothing
interesting. Her body is still as sexy as ever and I
miss her terribly but she sort of ignores me. I must
have done something but I sure as hell have no idea what
it is.
I fixed my own breakfast and left before anyone else was
up. Got to Rancoer's office and waited for, about twenty
minutes for her to open up. She finally got there at ten
till nine. So much for promptness.
She called me into her office and asked me what was
going on. I told her nothing. My parents were fine and
Ilsa was cool and distant and I had no idea why. She
hardly spoke to me and I had tried everything I knew to
get her to at least react to me. She seemed fine but was
keeping to herself during the day so I had no idea what
she was doing.
Ratnouer asked me if it bothered me to be left out of
Ilsa's loop, so to speak and I told her it drove me
nuts, but I didn't know what to do about it. She asked
if I had confronted Ilsa about it and I said no. I was
afraid to upset her and afraid she would say she didn't
want to be intimate with me anymore. I started to cry. I
couldn't help it. All of a sudden I was so miserable I
couldn't stand it.
She let me cry myself out and said that now we could get
down to the basics here.
She said Ilsa has come to a cross roads in her therapy.
She wants to be independent of you and be able to
function on her own. She also is missing you and your
friendship and affection but doesn't want to impose on
you. She needs to make her decisions for herself and for
her future. She feels she has been a weight around your
neck, an 'albatross' is how she put it, and she wants
you to be free of her dependence.
"What if I don't want to be free of her? I asked. "You
know how I feel about her. I love her. It isn't the sex
I mss as much as just being with her and relaxed and
able to do whatever we want and be friends and like each
other."
Rancouer said I should talk to Ilsa about it all. She
can explain it and will if you ask her to. She misses
your close relationship as much as you do. I think you
owe it to each other to communicate about it.
She went on in the same vein for a while and elaborated
on some stuff but for the most part sort of told me to
go to Ilsa and get it from her.
I rode the bus home and was so deep in thinking about it
all that I missed the bus stop and had to walk back
almost a mile to get home. I got there as mom was
leaving. She asked how it went with Dr. Ratnoer and said
fine and she got in the Lexus and drove off.
I went in and got some OJ and a couple of Oreos and went
to my room. Illy's radio was playing and I knew she was
in there. I finished my snack and went and knocked on
her door.
She said, "I'm getting dressed."
I went in and checked the peep hole and she was sitting
at her desk reading a magazine.
I went back and walked into her room and said, "You lied
to me. You never lied to me before. What is it I have
done to make to treat me like this? I love you. Like a
woman, like my sister, like a friend, but you lied to
me."
She looked up and said, "I can't talk to you. It makes
me cry." And she did. Great big sobs and gulps and more
tears than I had ever imagined. I went to her and held
her hand and rubbed her back and she sort of leaned
against me and kept on.
She calmed down after a long while and I said , "Can we
talk now?"
She nodded and said, "Let's go for a walk."
We left and went toward the park. We were silent for a
long time and she said, "I've spent the last week or so
trying to figure out what we are gonna do about us. I
didn't want to get confused about it by having sex and
stuff cuz I can't think when I get hot. I miss it
though."
"Me too," I said.
We sat on a bench in the park. It was a pretty day and
there was a big tree over the bench so Illy was in the
shade.
She sat and thought about it for a while and finally she
said, "We have to stop loving each other. We both know
we can't be brother and sister and be in love like we
are.
The whole world will land on us for it. We couldn't even
get married with the same last names, they won't give us
a license. I think when school starts, I'm gonna be
ready and able to go. So I'll go back to being a good
little eighth grader and you go back to being the hot
shot jock you're cut out to be. We won't be happy for a
while but we'll get over it. You go and make out with
your cutie from last year and I'll go and giggle with
the other thirteen year olds about boys and kissing. And
I will love you with all my heart for the rest of my
life, but we can't be like we have been."
She was quiet after that and I sat and tears were
running down my face. I wasn't sobbing or snuffling. I
was just leaking tears. A lot. I couldn't talk. She
watched me and held my hand and cried too.
I stood up and we walked back home. She went to her room
and I went to mine and , like always, when I got
frustrated, I went and lifted weights. I was naked doing
it and I saw Illy watching me. I kept on pumping the
iron and she came in and said, " I love to see you like
that, I think it's the sexiest thing you do."
I said, "I like to watch you doing it bare too," and put
the bar down and sat on the bench. I wasn't hard or
feeling horny or anything,
She said, "Your dick has grown a lot this summer, just
like the rest of you. I thought it was me, but it's you
being bigger. I'm gonna miss that darn thing."
I said, "Do you want it one more time before school
starts?"
She looked at me and blushed and said, "It's why I came
down here. I wanted to see you naked doing weights again
and do it again with you. We have to stop, but once more
would be nice. I haven't quit taking the pill so it's
safe for us to do."
She stood up and asked me to take her clothes off.
I went and kissed her and she pressed against me and
held on to me and her tongue slid into my mouth. After a
bit I let her go and undid the buttons on her blouse.
She had no bra on and her breasts were bare and her
nipples were erect. I held them and squeezed the way she
liked me too and she moaned.
"You get me so hot, so fast. I'm wet and open for you
already."
I took her skirt off and slid my hands up her thighs to
her panties and hooked my fingers in the elastic of her
leg openings. I pressed against her hot wet slit and
pulled her panties down. Her tummy was pale and her
slight blonde fuzz was damp from her juices. She smelled
wonderful - female and sexy and in heat.
I kissed her tummy and licked at her clit which was
sticking out.
She leaned on my shoulders and said "Will you suck it
for me, Timmy, please?"
She tasted as she always did: clean and fresh and warm.
She made noises as I sucked her. She could come very
fast like this and I wanted her to. He cunt humped at my
face as she began her orgasm. She shuddered and shook
and collapsed on the floor next to me.
"I miss that so bad. I hate to have to give it up." She
leaned against me and said, "Let's do it on the weight
bench. And I get to be on top."
I lay down on the bench and she straddled me and sat
slowly down on my cock. It slid into her and her tight
preteen cunt stretched slowly to accept it. I slid deep
into her and hit bottom.
She stopped and said, "See what I mean about getting
bigger? Most of you still isn't in me and you're hitting
the end of my tunnel. You've grown a bunch." She leaned
forward and lay on me and began the long slow strokes
that would bring us off. Her hot tight cunt clasped my
cock as it slid in and out of her.
She wasn't big enough for me to suck her nipples in this
position so I pulled them for her and squeezed her
breast. My other hand was on her butt, pressing it
against me as she slid me into her. She was panting and
I knew she would come in a minute or two.
I could feel my own orgasm building. My balls were
pulled up tight against me and my cock was swelling.
She groaned and said, "Are you near?"
I said, "Yes, come with me."
She speeded up to a rapid humping and her body tightened
on my cock. She began her surge into orgasm as I did.
Her arms went around my neck and she stiffened as I
spurted into her. I had never produced so much juice and
I squirted pulse after pulse of hot jism into her
shuddering body. As we began to relax and calm down, I
heard mom coming down the stairs. Illy held tight to me
and didn't move. I knew we were gonna be caught but it
didn't seem to matter.
"What're you two doing here?" mom said as she walked in.
The sight of her two naked children lying on the bench
with a thick cock connecting them was self explanatory.
"Oh my God," she said. "Tim, what have you done to her?"
Illy turned and looked at mom and said, "Timmy didn't do
anything. I did it to him."
She stood up off of me and faced mom. "I had to show him
what to do. And he did it because I asked him to. I'm
not ashamed of it because I found out how good it can be
when you love the person you do it with. It's a lot
better than a coke bottle."
She picked up her clothes and walked out of the weight
room and up the stairs. Her little bare butt shining in
the light from the stair well. Her back straight and
proud.
Mom turned and looked at me and said, "What happens if
she gets pregnant?"
I said, "She's on the pill."
Mom shook her head and said, "I have to call your
father," and left me alone.
Dad got home two days later. Mom had kept me and Illy
apart the whole time. We ate in our bedrooms and were
allowed out to go to the bathroom and stuff but we never
got to see each other. I tried to get Illy to come the
closet peep hole to talk but she said we didn't need to
talk. We needed to see what they were gonna say first.
I agreed with her, but I missed her company and just
wanted to be near her.
We could hear dad's explosion when he got home and mom
told him what she had seen and what Ilsa had said. They
were quiet for a long time in dad's den and then we were
finally called into the living room.
There was a lot of questioning for a long time and we
were honest about it all. I told the truth as well as I
could remember it and so did Illy. Neither of us felt
ashamed of what had happened and I guess it sort of
scared our parents. They asked what we were going to do
and we told them. "We were gonna go back to school and
behave like brother and sister. We didn't want to, but
we knew we had to."
They sent us back to our rooms and we whispered at the
peep hole for hours, wondering what was gonna happen.
Next morning, mom took Illy to Rancouer's and dad stayed
home with me. He didn't say anything about it and we had
breakfast and read the paper and puttered around the
house all morning. I worked out after lunch and mom and
Illy came home about three thirty. Illy winked at me and
I knew something was gonna happen and I was nervous but
not scared cuz Illy seemed sure of herself.
It was quiet all afternoon and mom and dad had their
usual martini and then we had dinner - a very quiet one,
and Illy and I cleaned up and did dishes. I tried to get
her to talk to me but she said wait.
Dad called us into his den and mom and he were sitting
on his leather couch. They had us sit and told us a long
and complicated story which included my adoption as a
six week old baby. They had tried to get pregnant for
several years and had given up.
I was adopted and brought home about six months after
they applied for an adoptive child. Illy was a surprise
three years later. Mom and dad were both blond and Illy
was certainly a product of their union. I was dark but
it had never seemed to be important. There was a whole
lot more said, but the essence was that we were not
related to each other.
Illy and I were both stunned by the information but Illy
had known something was all right about us because of
the way Dr. Rancouer had treated her and mom. We were
not blood relatives and would be able to be to each
other whatever we wanted.
Mom and dad asked us to be discreet about whatever
relationship we had with each other. When Illy started
high school, we would be allowed to date each other if
we wanted and there would be explanations to school
personnel and friends so that they would understand our
relationship.
Illy and I were holding hands and she squeezed mine and
smiled up at me.
"I love you, Timmy," she said.
She turned to mom and dad. "And I love you both too."
She kissed them both and walked down the hall.
I sat a minute and said, "I love you both and I love
Illy. We're too young to be this involved with each
other, but Illy was brought into adulthood by no fault
of her own and I was made a part of it by you two and
Dr. Rancouer. I guess I ought to be embarrassed by all
this but I'm not.
I'm too happy to know that I can love Illy as I feel it
in me to do and I am going to love her for as long as
she will have me. If that isn't something you can live
with, then I think we will have to sneak around. I don't
want to do that but I don't want you to be upset by us.
We worked out how to get her well and did a pretty good
job of it. We will probably be able to work this out
too."
Dad smiled at me and said, "Good night, Tim." I said,
""Night dad," and went and kissed mom and went to my
room.
Illy was sitting on my bed.
She said, "I love you, Tim."
And now, thirty years later, she is still telling me so.
EPILOGUE
When Illy finally got to high school I was a junior. We
dated pretty steadily, but now and then one of us would
go out with someone else. We had to experience other
people to be sure of what we felt for each other.
Neither of us lasted very long with anyone else.
When I graduated, I got a job as a teachers aid in the
P.E. department as an aid to the swimming program. I
coached swimming and taught swimming until Illy
graduated and we went to college together. She wanted to
major in Psych and become a therapist but she got side
tracked into English and became a writer.
She has had 2 successful novels and one major hit with
her third one. I am content to be what I am. A
successful teacher and swim coach at the local branch of
the state university here on town. I have tenure and the
salaries aren't too good, but the extras from sportswear
companies make up for a lot of moderate salary. And Illy
and I have our life together which is really all that
matters to us. And our two kids seem to be happy as
well.
END