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How I Got Rid Of It
by Your Ghost (address withheld)
***
A fourteen year old boy tells what happened the night
his beautiful sixteen year old sister came home drunk.
(mf-teens, youths, nc, inc, mast, oral, preg)
***
I've often wondered why guys say they 'lost' their
virginity. I understand why girls say it (as much as a
guy can understand why girls do anything), because to
them it's something that they consider important,
something they want to keep until they find just the
right person they want to give it to. To them it's like
a really expensive Christmas gift. Guys don't see it
that way.
From the first time they get a hard-on, or once they've
discovered masturbation, they become obsessed with the
idea of getting laid. They don't want to 'give it
away,' they want to get rid of it.
Like a bad cold or incriminating evidence.
I was the same way when I was a kid, which wasn't too
long ago. I turned twelve in the summer of 1998 and it
was only a few months after that that I figured out how
to jerk off. I did it literally every day after that,
and aside from the occasional coherent thought I pretty
much had sex on my brain every waking minute of my
life.
And just about every girl I saw (aside from my mom and
my two sisters) became sexual objects. Girls at school,
girls I saw on the street or in the neighborhood, girls
I saw on TV. Girls my age, girls older than me,
whatever. If they had tits and they had faces that
didn't remind me of trolls, then I wanted to do it with
them.
I was a fairly normal guy. At least I was then. By the
time I turned fourteen, though, I'd gotten into
something that seemed strange even to me. I don't know
where it came from or why it appealed to me, but I'd
developed a thing for unconscious girls. What I mean
is, when I masturbated I fantasized screwing a girl
while she was asleep, or knocked out cold or something.
Not dead, though. The girl had to be alive, at least. I
wasn't that sick in the head.
It didn't really matter if I imagined putting my cock
in her mouth or her pussy, or tit-fucking her if she
had awesome tits; the thing that turned me on was
knowing that she was unaware of what I was doing, and
unable to stop me. Helpless.
As much as I was attracted to anything female and
breathing, I had a specific set of girls I'd fantasize
about. Most of them were girls I knew from my high
school: Michelle Jamieson, Christina Wooster, Nikkie
Sanders, Elayne Best; or that hot cheerleader, Teresa
Siriani, or Jen Smith, the gothic chick who everybody
said was a whore. Plenty more. But the one I liked the
most was Danielle Wolfrom.
I knew I'd never get a chance with her, though, not
because she was rich and blonde and beautiful and had
these sweet little round titties (although all of that
was definitely true), but because everybody knew she
was a dyke. She'd been caught making out with Carrie
Dawson in the girls' bathroom. Still, out of all the
good looking girls in my school, Danielle Wolfrom was
the most beautiful. Everybody thought so.
I fantasized about certain actresses too. My favorites
at the time were Candace Cameron, Jennifer Aniston (she
was always showing off her nipples in 'Friends'), Sarah
Michelle Gellar, Melissa Joan Hart (massive tits on
that babe), even the Olsen Twins, although in 1998 they
were only twelve years old and just barely developed in
the chest area. I also liked Beverly Mitchell from
'Seventh Heaven,' although I felt sort of guilty for
fantasizing about her, because she looked almost
exactly like my sister Beth.
They both had the same straight brown hair, the same
big eyes and high cheekbones, and the same general (and
very nice) body shape. The differences were that
Beverly was prettier than Beth, and she usually had her
hair parted in the middle, where Beth almost always
tied her hair in a ponytail, and Beth was mostly a
bitch, whereas I figured Beverly was probably a really
sweet girl, unspoiled by her Hollywood success.
Although, in my sister's defense, she did have much
bigger tits than Beverly did.
You've probably figured out that I'm a tit man.
The fantasies I had about Beverly Mitchell were
sometimes romantic, but most of the time they were of
the type I've mentioned, where she'd be getting laid
while she's asleep or otherwise out of order. What was
really odd about those fantasies, though, was that I
was rarely in them.
Most of the time I imagined Barry Watson, as the
'Seventh Heaven' character of Matt Camden, taking
advantage of his sister Lucy. Not that I had any
feelings for my own sister. I knew intellectually that
Beth was pretty, even hot, but she was my sister, and
the idea of fantasizing about her never even entered my
head.
That was my life in the spring of 2001, when I was
fourteen, going on fifteen, constantly horny, and
feeling weird and hopeless. The spring of 2001, when I
got rid of my virginity.
***
It was March 30th, a Friday. I'd had a fairly rough day
at school and so was already in a bit of a bad mood,
and I knew the rest of my day was going to be just as
bad the minute I got home. I came through the door and
the first thing I saw was Mom wandering around the
living room wearing one of her evening dresses, and
then Dad came in from his den dressed in a tux. That
meant they were going out, some stupid dinner party,
more than likely. Which meant it was going to be just
me, Beth and Chloe at home all night. Except Beth
always went out on Friday nights, which meant that I
was going to get stuck babysitting Chloe all by myself.
Chloe wasn't a bad kid, but she was ten years old, and
a natural pain in the ass to me.
"Oh, man," I said, unable to suppress my frustration. I
tossed my backpack onto the floor in protest.
"Don't start, young man," Mom said as she stopped at
the coffee table and picked up her purse. She opened it
and started messing around with its contents,
apparently looking for something.
"But Mom," I said, "I always have to baby-sit. Why
can't Beth stay home tonight?"
"Beth is going out," was Mom's only reply. Apparently,
that was reason enough to ruin my whole life.
"Yes," Dad piped up, "she's going out with that Felder
boy, what's his first name, sweetheart?"
"Roger, I think."
"Right, Roger Felder." Dad took a pack of cigarettes
out of his shirt pocket and tapped one out into his
hand. "A little old for her, but he comes from a good
family. His father's in real estate, worth a lot of
money. That'll come in handy for the summer fund
raisers."
"Of course, it's not just his money," Mom said. She
gave up with her purse and closed it. "He's well bred
too, a gentleman. Beth can use a little more culture.
And you, Joseph, don't have anything to complain about.
Chloe is ten now, so it won't so much be a matter of
babysitting her as just keeping an eye on her to make
sure she doesn't get into anything. Brad, don't smoke
now, you'll stink up your tux."
"As if anyone at the party tonight is going to be sober
enough to notice," Dad replied as he blew smoke into
the air.
Mom and Dad started arguing then, not loudly, but
firmly, and completely ignoring me. I stood there
fuming for a minute before I wordlessly stalked up the
stairs to my room. I slammed my door to make sure they
knew how mad I was, then flopped down onto my bed.
My stupid parents. Talking about culture and good
families, like they were the richest people in the
whole world. Fucking snobs. If they were so rich, why
couldn't they hire somebody to look after my little
brat sister? And why did they always let Beth have her
way and never let me have mine? Just because she was
older? It was totally unfair.
I lay there on my bed and stewed for a while, until I
was able to cool down and accept my stupid fate. Things
wouldn't always be like this, I knew. When I turned
sixteen I'd be able to date too, and I planned to be
out every night, screwing all kinds of girls, and to
hell with my whole family. But that was still two years
away. Until then I was fucked.
I thought about how it would be then, sixteen, probably
with my own car, and girls dying to go out with me. Not
that I was the best looking guy in school or anything,
but I wasn't ugly, and I'd always have money to spend.
Chicks dug money more than anything else.
I tried to imagine what that would be like with, say,
Danielle Wolfrom, even though she was a lesbian. Maybe
she was trying to change, or still thought she could
hide her true sexual tendencies by going out with guys.
I'd take her to some nice place in my cool car, buy her
dinner, take her to a movie afterward. Then take her to
some place secluded and give her a drink laced with a
date rape drug.
She'd get all messed up and then pass out and I'd rip
her blouse open and play with her little round tits,
then tear her panties off and fuck her while she just
laid there, completely unaware that she was getting
fucked. As I thought about this I pulled out my cock
and started to stroke myself.
I masturbated for two or three minutes, getting closer
and closer to orgasm while in my mind I fucked Danielle
Wolfrom's prone sleeping body. And suddenly my bedroom
door came flying open and Beth was standing there
saying, "Joey, Mom wants you-Oh my God!"
My sister's eyes went wide with shock and she covered
the O of her mouth with her hand. I had a similar
expression on my own face as I lay there stupidly
holding my hard-on in my hand.
"Get out of here!" I yelled.
Beth, probably just as embarrassed as I was,
immediately turned around and walked away, although she
left the door wide open. I quickly put my cock back in
my pants as I struggled up from my bed, then went over
and shut my door. Then I just stood there, feeling both
humiliated and frustrated.
'Yeah,' I thought, 'this night is definitely going to
suck.'
***
As it turned out, though, the evening wasn't nearly as
bad as I expected. There were moments, like when Chloe
thought it would be funny to keep turning the TV off
while I was trying to watch it, and when she decided
she wanted to play a board game and kept bugging me to
play it with her, that I wanted to kill the little
brat, but for the most part my little sister wasn't a
problem. She spent most of her time watching the TV in
the family room, or talking with one of her dopey
friends on the phone, and pretty much stayed out of my
way. That gave me probably too much time to myself.
I watched a couple of TV shows, part of a movie that
turned out to be stupid, and surfed the net for porn
pics. By ten o'clock I'd worked myself up to my
previous state of sexual arousal and decided to do
something about it. I didn't want to get interrupted
like I did last time, though, so I checked on Chloe
just to make sure she was keeping herself occupied.
I found her in her room with a Buffy the Vampire Slayer
comic book. She was already dressed for bed, in a set
of blue pajamas with cartoon characters printed all
over them.
"Hey," I said from her doorway.
"What do you want?" Chloe replied, although she didn't
bother to look up from her comic book.
"Just checking on you, dork-face. I wanna make sure
you're not getting into any trouble."
Chloe just rolled her eyes.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," I said. "Don't get into
anything while I'm gone or I'll kill you."
"Yeah, right."
I left Chloe's room and went into the bathroom and got
in the shower. I soaped and shampooed first, then
started jacking off again. Once more I imagined doing
it with Danielle Wolfrom, but this time in the fantasy
I hit her square in the face, knocking her out, then
fucked her unconscious body. I switched from Danielle
to Michelle Jamieson, then Nikki Sanders, then Jen
Smith. All of them were either asleep or unconscious in
my fantasies, and imagining fucking them that way got
me closer and closer to coming.
I got kind of bored with those girls, though, and
switched again, this time to Beverly Mitchell. I
started out imagining her doing lesbian stuff with
Sarah Michelle Gellar, then changed it to a scene in
which she was Lucy Camden. Her brother Matt snuck into
her room while she was sleeping and pulled her
nightgown off, then got on top of her and fucked her,
then put his dick between her tits and tit-fucked her
until he came all over her face. The image of Matt's
come all over Lucy's beautiful sleeping face got me
over the edge and I finally came.
After I was done I soaped myself clean again, then got
out of the shower and got dressed. I returned to
Chloe's bedroom and found her already in bed, sound
asleep. I tucked her in anyway, then just sort of stood
there and looked down at her, the way my parents did.
She was such a cute little kid. Brown hair and big
eyes, like my sister, but with a little baby nose, and
pigtails instead of a ponytail. She looked just as
angelic in her sleep as any other kid. Kind of sexy
too.
The second that thought entered my head I turned around
and left Chloe's room. I shut her door and almost ran
out to the living room. I sat down heavily on the sofa
and stared at the TV and forced the thought of my
little sister out of my head.
I didn't know how long I sat there, immobile, trying
just to focus on whatever was on the screen ( a sitcom
rerun that I didn't care about, with commercials thrown
in), but it must have been a long time, because I was
still there when I heard a car pull up in the driveway.
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was
eleven p.m. already.
My parents never returned from their dinner parties
this early (they never got in before midnight), so it
had to be Beth coming home from her date. I debated on
whether I should just stay where I was or go hide in my
room. Beth was unpredictable at these times; she could
either be in a really good mood or a really bad one. As
I heard the car door shut, then my sister's steps as
she came up the walk, I decided to stay put and see
what happened.
The knob on the front door turned, then the door opened
and Beth came in. She didn't come in all the way,
though, she stopped in the doorway, her hand still on
the knob, and looked at me with squinted eyes, as if I
was hard to see.
"Hey," she said.
She was wearing jeans and a striped tank-top, and she
had her purse slung over her shoulder. It was the
purse, the way it was swinging slightly next to her
waist, that made me realize she wasn't standing too
steadily on her feet.
"Hey," I replied. "Are you drunk?"
"Shut up," Beth said. She staggered into the room and
closed the door, then just stood there and wobbled a
bit. The expression on her face was a combination of
confused and pissed off.
"What time is it?" she said.
"Five after eleven," I replied. "Mom and Dad'll be home
in about an hour. And you're gonna be in all kinds of
trouble."
Beth clicked her tongue.
"Shut up," she said again.
She started walking, apparently trying to make it to
the hallway, but she ended up staggering over toward
the sofa and me. She nearly fell on me as she tried to
sit down, and one of her big boobs bumped me right in
the nose.
"Sorry," she said. I could smell the booze on her now,
not just on her breath but seeming to ooze from her
pores. Beth sat back, leaning her head against the back
of the sofa, and sighed heavily, sending even more
noxious beer fumes into the air. She put her hands in
her lap and her purse fell from her shoulder and landed
between her and the armrest. "God, I hate men," she
said.
"You should probably go to bed," I said, "before Mom
and Dad get home."
"I hate Mom and Dad too." Beth's head teetered on top
of her neck. "They're so fucking fake." Her head lolled
to the side and she looked at me with bleary eyes.
"Everybody's fake. Know what I mean? Take Roger, for
instance. Know what he did to me tonight?"
I opened my mouth to tell her again that she should go
to bed, but I didn't say anything; part of me wanted to
know what Roger did to her.
"Get this," Beth went on. "He takes me to this party,
right? And we're dancing and drinking and having a
blast, right? But then he goes off with Tabitha Landry,
that stupid Jenna Bush look-a-like with the fake tits
and who knows how many crabs in her crotch. The bitch
is a skank. He goes into the fucking BATHROOM with her,
then later he tells me that he wasn't doing anything
with her. Can you believe that? Fucking fake tits,
Joey."
I had no idea what to say to any of that, especially
since all I could think about now was Beth's tits,
which were obviously not fake, and totally nice. I
looked down at them, intending just to catch a glance,
but my eyes got locked there. They really were nice
tits, even if they were my sister's.
"Not only that," Beth continued, "but when we get out
to the car he wants to go to McKinley Point and do it.
Like I'm going to let him fuck me after he's stuck his
dick in that skank. What do I look like, a skank?"
"I think you look great," was all I could manage to
say.
Beth clicked her tongue and said, "Stop staring at my
tits, dude."
I dragged my eyes up to meet hers. They seemed kind of
puffy and watery.
"I didn't mean that," I said. "I mean, I think you're
really pretty. And Roger is a jerk."
Beth seemed to study me for a minute, as if she was
trying to decide if I was lying or not, then said, "You
know, you're not so bad for a little brother." She
turned her head and looked toward the living room
window. "So we go out to McKinley Point, right? And I
have to wrestle him off of me because I'm simply not
going to let him fuck me. Not that I've never been
fucked before. I'm not some drippy virgin or anything."
She glanced at me for a second, either to see what my
reaction to her confession was or simply to make sure I
wasn't staring at her tits again. "Then he says, 'You
gotta give me somethin, babe, I'm dying.' So I give him
a blowjob just to shut him up. And after I'm done he's
like, 'Man, that was one of the worst blowjobs I've
ever gotten.'" Beth looked at me again, her pretty face
screwed up with indignation. "Can you believe that? He
actually said that to me. Like I'm just some dumb
tramp. I know how to give blowjobs, Joey. Good ones.
I'm very good at it."
"I believe you," I said. I felt my face turning red,
not because of what she was saying, but because my
hardon had suddenly returned with a vengeance. I hoped
to God she wouldn't notice.
"Do me a favor, little brother," Beth continued. "When
you grow up and start going out with girls, be nice to
them. Treat them with respect and dignity. Don't try to
bully them into having sex with you."
"I won't," I told her.
"Yes you will. Because you're a guy, and guys are
assholes. Roger is an asshole. I wish I'd never met
him."
Beth closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the
sofa again. I looked at the clock on the wall, saw that
it was already ten after eleven. I looked back at Beth,
checked out her tits for a few seconds, then said,
"It's getting late, Beth. You really should go to bed.
Sleep it off. You don't want Mom and Dad to catch you
like this."
"Those fakes," Beth said. "And you're a nag, Joey."
I thought I was going to have to sit with her until our
parents came in the front door and exploded with rage,
but suddenly Beth moved. She pushed herself up from the
sofa and tried to stand and immediately fell down onto
the floor.
"Shit," she said.
I immediately got up, bent over and took her hand.
"Let me help you," I said.
"I don't need your help," Beth said. She shook off my
hand, then managed, with some effort, to pull herself
up to her hands and knees. She stopped there to catch
her breath, said, "I'm going to bed," then began to
crawl toward the hallway.
"You sure you don't want me to help you, Beth?"
"Bunch of fucking fakes."
I followed Beth down the hallway, ready to jump in and
help her, although I wasn't really sure what I'd do if
she suddenly collapsed on the floor. I walked behind
her, taking very small and slow steps, and as I did I
happened to notice that, in addition to having great
tits, my sister also had a really nice butt. Not quite
as small as Beverly Mitchell's, but still, it was round
and really firm looking in her tight jeans.
"Stop staring at my ass," Beth muttered as she made her
turtle-like way down the hall.
I continued to follow her, thinking about what she'd
told me, about how she wasn't a virgin and had been
fucked before. She even gave blowjobs. The idea amazed
me and, oddly, made me like my bitchy sister even more.
We finally reached her room and I went ahead of her to
turn on the light. Beth crawled across the floor to the
end of her bed, then tried to pull herself up on it.
She got about halfway up, then just sort of hung there
off the end of the bed, her knees on the floor.
"Help me, stupid," she said after a few moments.
I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to do that;
should I grab her around the waist? Hook my hands under
her arms? Or just grab her feet and toss her the rest
of the way onto the bed? I finally decided the best way
would be to get on the bed, grab her armpits, and pull
her up. I climbed onto my sister's bed, sat on my
knees, and positioned myself as best I could. I leaned
over her, then tried to slide my hands under her
armpits, but somehow I miscalculated and I ended up
sliding my hands right under her tits.
"Stop feeling me up, you perv," Beth said into the
mattress.
"Sorry," I replied.
I readjusted my hands, getting them under her armpits,
then pulled with all my strength. For such a slim girl
she was surprisingly heavy. But I managed, with a lazy
amount of help from her, to get her the rest of the way
onto the bed. She wasn't up far enough, though; her
head was still about half a foot below her pillow. I
didn't know what to do about that; there was no more
room for me to maneuver.
"Beth," I said. "You have to move up. Get your head on
the pillow."
"Get your own head on the pillow," Beth said.
"Beth, come on." I tugged on her arm.
"Alright, alright."
I moved out of her way and Beth inched drunkenly up the
bed, looking like some kind of amphibious creature
crawling up onto shore. She got her head up to the
pillow, then kept going until she hit the headboard.
"Ow," she said.
It was hard for me not to laugh.
"You should get under the covers," I told her.
"I know how to go to bed, Joey. Jesus."
She turned over onto her back, and as she settled her
tits wobbled like jello. She sighed, closed her eyes,
and said, "I hate to say this, cause you're such a
freaking perv, but you have to help me take my clothes
off. I can't sleep in my clothes. They hurt."
"You mean... take all your clothes off?"
"No, stupid, just take off my shirt and pants. Leave my
bra and underwear on. And if you touch any part of me
that's against the law I'm going to rip your dick off
and make you eat it."
"Okay, well..."
I looked her over, decided that the best place to start
would be with her shoes and socks. I didn't have any
trouble with those. But now came the hard part. I had
to get her shirt off of her.
"You'll have to sit up or something, Beth, so I can get
your shirt off."
Beth didn't answer. I said her name, said it again, but
still she didn't answer. I went around to the side of
the bed and shook her shoulder. Her tits jiggled again,
but otherwise no response. She was out cold.
"Shit," I said to myself. How was I going to get her
clothes off of her when she was passed out?
I spent another minute or so trying to wake her up but
it was useless; my sister was dead to the world. I
considered just leaving her in her clothes and trying
to cover her with blankets, but I wasn't sure if that
would keep our parents from finding out. If they came
in to check on her and only found her shoes and socks
on the floor where I'd dropped them, they might figure
it out. Beth always threw her clothes everywhere but in
the hamper.
I sighed.
"You're such a dope, Beth," I said, then lightly
slapped one of her tits. I was just going to have to do
the best I could.
I sat on the bed, grabbed my sister by the wrists, and
pulled her up to a sitting position, draping her arms
over my shoulders. I awkwardly pulled her shirt up
until it was up above her tits, then gently laid her
back on the bed. That was when I saw that she wasn't
wearing a bra.
"Holy shit," I said, my eyes going wide and my mouth
hanging open in awe.
They were the most awesome tits I'd ever seen. Big and
round. pale white with large brown nipples poking up,
laying lazily on each side of her chest like water
balloons. My immediate thought was to touch them, find
out what they felt like, but of course I couldn't do
that. She was my sister, after all. Besides, if she
suddenly woke up and found me fondling her, I'd be dead
within seconds.
I stopped and took a large breath, then decided to just
continue undressing her. It would be much more logical
for her to go to bed without her bra on than fully
clothed.
I struggled with her t-shirt, pulling it up over Beth's
head, then pulling it off of each of her arms. I threw
it on the floor just as she would have, then reached
for the fly on her jeans. And just as I unfastened the
button I thought: What if she doesn't have any panties
on, either? The possibility only made me pause for a
micro-moment before I went ahead and unzipped her fly.
Right away I saw, instead of panties, a full bush of
curly brown pubic hair. Now I REALLY had to get her
pants off.
It was a lot easier said than done, and nerve racking
to boot; Beth lay on her bed like a dead body, and it
was a remarkably frustrating trial getting her jeans
over her hips and out from under her butt. I finally
managed it, though, and slid them down her legs and
over her ankles and feet, then threw them on top of her
t-shirt.
My sister was now laying on her bed, as unconscious as
if somebody had punched her, totally naked. The first
thing I did was push her legs apart so I could get a
close look at her pussy. It was, of course, very
awesome. I'd never actually seen one before, and while
its appearance did seem kind of strange to me, what
with the gash and the lips and the clitoris, it was
still a thing of complete beauty. It was almost as
beautiful as her tits, and looking at it made me
understand why guys were so hooked on sex all the time.
I hadn't been planning to do anything other than look,
but as I sat there examining the most intimate part of
my sister's body the thought popped into my head: 'Kiss
it.' And before I even had the chance to decide whether
that would be a good idea or not, I was leaning over
and pressing my lips to my sister's pussy. It was warm
against my mouth, and it smelled bittersweet, a mixture
of the cherry scented douche she used (she kept boxes
of it in the cabinet under the bathroom sink) and the
musky scent that was natural to her body. I could smell
her pubic hair too, which seemed soft and silky against
my nose.
I kissed her once, then again, then just kept kissing
her as I slowly moved from her pussy up to her belly
button, then from there up to her tits. I took each of
them in my hands and held them for a moment, then
fondled them lovingly as I kissed them. I even licked
them, and sucked on them a little bit.
It was right around that time that I realized three
things: one, I was not only totally violating the
incest boundaries I'd been conditioned to avoid, but I
was committing a crime by taking advantage of my sister
while she was passed out; two, I was right on the verge
of acting out my fondest sex fantasy of taking
advantage of a girl while she was passed out; and
three, there was no way in hell I was going to stop
doing what I was doing.
I couldn't decide what I wanted to do. Should I keep
playing with her tits, or stick my cock in her mouth,
or just go ahead and fuck her? How much time did I
have? I looked at Beth's bedside clock. Eleven forty.
That meant about twenty minutes before Mom and Dad got
home. Not very much time.
I got up from the bed and quickly took all of my
clothes off, then got back on top of Beth, straddling
her this time so that I was sitting on her stomach and
my cock was right above her chest. I grabbed each of
her tits and pushed them together, with my cock in the
middle, and tit-fucked her for about a minute. It felt
great, my cock sliding between her smooth firm tits
like that, but I had to stop when I began imagining
coming all over her face.
I let go of her tits, appreciating how they fell so
gracefully to each side, and slid one hand under Beth's
head. I gently raised it from the pillow and, holding
myself with my other hand, I pushed my hips forward and
guided my cock right into my sister's open mouth.
I was careful to put only about half my cock in, so
that I wouldn't choke her, then pulled it back so that
just the head was past her lips. I pushed in and out of
her mouth about five or six times, and while it felt
just as awesome as I expected it would, I did it mainly
so that I could tell myself later on that I'd actually
fucked my sister's mouth. Not that it was easy to pull
my cock back out when I achieved that goal; I really,
really wanted to keep going, to even come in her mouth,
but I knew that would be a mistake. Besides, I had
something much better that I wanted to do, and this
would be my only chance.
I pulled my cock out and very gently lay Beth's head
back on the pillow, then just as carefully moved down
the bed until I was laying between her legs again. Only
this time instead of having my mouth up to her pussy, I
had my cock there.
I was totally nervous at this point, part of me
wondering if I could actually go through with it or
not, if I was really going to take this kind of chance.
After all, if Beth woke up after I got it inside of
her, then I'd no doubt be facing rape charges before
Mom and Dad got home. Either that or she'd kill me. But
another part of me, the fourteen year old guy who'd
never even had a girl touch his dick, knew that I was
going to do it even if it meant I would die at my
sister's hands.
I checked once more to make sure Beth was still out,
then took the plunge and pushed the head of my cock
into her. I could tell right away how warm her pussy
was, and how it seemed to grasp and hold onto me. My
sister might have been a slut, but she was a tight one.
I pushed further, meeting a frustrating amount of
resistance as my cock burrowed deeper and deeper.
Finally I had my entire cock inside of her, all the way
up to my balls, and I stopped for a moment just to
luxuriate: I actually had my cock in a girl's pussy, I
was fucking her (or would be in few seconds), I was no
longer a virgin; it was the most remarkable moment in
my entire life. I propped myself up on my elbows and
looked down at my sister, who now seemed like the most
beautiful girl in the entire universe, and I kissed her
lightly on the lips.
Suddenly Beth stirred, adjusting her body a bit and
turning her face away. Fear lashed through me, but only
for an instant; Beth apparently hadn't woken up after
all.
I was relieved, but also acutely aware of the fact that
I had to get this done as quickly as I could. So I
started fucking her, pushing my cock in and out of her
pussy steadily, maybe even a little too fast. The
sensation was fabulous, spectacular, beyond
description, and only made better by the feeling of
Beth's big firm tits against my chest. I wanted it to
go on forever, or at least a really long time, and I
didn't care now if she woke up or if our parents came
home and caught us and had simultaneous strokes.
Unfortunately, I didn't even last another minute.
I could feel my orgasm building in my balls,
approaching like an unstoppable tidal wave, swelling my
cock as I repeatedly shoved it into Beth's pussy. And
then it arrived, boiling up through the shaft and
exploding out of my cock, pumping in hot excruciating
bursts into my sister's body. I might have groaned, or
moaned, or shouted at the top of my lungs. I couldn't
be sure, because every ounce of my attention was
focused on the tumultuous point where Beth and I were
joined.
And then it was over, and I was laying on top of my
sister, my chest pressing down on her big tits, my nose
in her hair, and my cock, though still pumping little
trickles of come, already beginning to deflate. For a
few long moments I couldn't move, I was too stunned.
But then my brain kind of cleared up and I started to
think about an exit strategy. I had to get her cleaned
up and at least under her blankets before our parents
got home. I looked at the clock: Eleven forty-five. I
had to get moving.
I pulled my cock out of Beth's pussy and jumped off the
bed, grabbed the blanket and sheet under her and
struggled with them until I got them all the way down
to the end of the bed. I straightened my sister's legs
out, placed her hands on her stomach, then pulled the
sheet and blanket all the way up to her neck. I threw
my clothes on as quickly as I could, gave Beth another
kiss, this one on the forehead, then shut the light out
before I left her room, closing the door behind me.
I went in to check on Chloe next, to make sure she was
still asleep, gave her a kiss on the forehead too, then
went back to the living room. And just as I sat down on
the sofa I saw headlights in the living room window and
heard the sound of my parents' car. I breathed a huge
sigh of relief. I'd gotten away with it.
***
The next morning, though, I had my doubts. I'd left a
good load of come in my sister's pussy, and I didn't
think there was any way she wouldn't notice that. The
best I could hope for was that she thought Roger Felder
had done it to her and she simply couldn't remember.
I was so nervous I was almost trembling when I went out
to the kitchen for breakfast, but as soon as I got
there I could see that everything seemed normal. Mom
was at the stove preparing breakfast, Dad was sitting
at the table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper,
and Beth and Chloe were there as well, Chloe gabbing
her head off to nobody, and Beth looking just a little
bit hung over. Nobody even looked up. So I figured I
really did get away with it.
It wasn't until after breakfast, when Beth and I were
detailed to do the dishes, that Beth said something.
She was washing and I was drying, and as we worked she
sort of leaned toward me and said, "Thanks for covering
for me last night, Joey."
"No problem," I replied.
"I owe you one. And if you don't tell, then I promise I
won't tell, either."
Uh oh. She figured it out. I looked at her.
"What do you mean?" I said, prepared to deny
everything.
"You know what I mean," Beth said. She gave me a sly
look, then pointedly glanced down at my crotch.
"No, I don't. What are talking about, Beth?"
Beth clicked her tongue and handed me a wet plate.
"You know," she said. "Yesterday, when I came into your
room without knocking? What you were doing with your
dick?"
"Oh," I said, trying to look embarrassed, which
actually wasn't that difficult. "Yeah, right. Okay. I
promise I won't tell, Beth."
"You better not," she said, returning to her typically
bitchy self. "You do and I'll let all your friends know
you choke your chicken. And I'll break your nose too."
"How was your date with Roger?" I asked, feeling the
need to dig at her.
Beth got a totally pissed off look on her face, but
instead of telling me to mind my own business or to
fuck off or something, all she said was, "I don't think
I'll be seeing Roger anymore. He's a rapist."
She didn't say anything more, but I talked to her a few
more times in the following weeks and she hinted to me
that Roger had taken advantage of her when she was
drunk. Then, in the first week of May, she made me go
with her down to the free clinic, where she got an
abortion. I had to keep that secret too, but as you can
imagine, I didn't mind. After all, she was keeping a
secret of mine that she didn't even know she knew.
end
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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