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Torrid Seclusion
by J. Flavortang (flavortang@gmail.com)

***

Jack and Jill Torrance are siblings whose parents want 
to move from the city, into the country. While Jack and 
Jill's parents go house-hunting with their uncle, the 
kids are left home alone... and they experiment. (mf, 
youths, inc, 1st)

***

Jack and Jill Torrance were half-siblings; their 
parents divorcees going on ten years. When Jack was 
barely a year old, his dad, Bob, and his mother 
divorced and soon after Bob met a beautiful divorcee 
named Janet whom he married a year later. Janet became 
pregnant not long after and, nine months later, gave 
birth to a girl that she and Bob named Jill. The joke 
was not received well by the kids once they got into 
grade school and the famous tale was introduced to 
them, along with the childish giggles of their 
elementary school chums.

Jack was a senior now and Jill a sophomore and both 
were coasting through high school with straight As. The 
kids were always model students and stayed out of 
trouble; Jack was on the varsity baseball team and Jill 
a member of the drama club. Their friends were the 
harmless types they were never afraid to bring home to 
meet their parents. Neither one of them had a dark 
streak and had similar interests in music; soft rock, 
classical, even jazz and techno. 

Aside from their above-average intelligence, the kids 
were average teenagers in every respect; Jack was of 
average height, weight, build and Jill was the same. 
Both kids were blonde haired (Although Jill's hair was 
considerably darker than her brother's) and blue-eyed 
with Germanic/Swedish descent, from their mothers and 
father, respectively.

They lived in a claustrophobic suburban town that was 
growing by leaps and bounds with every passing year. 
The real estate in the area had blossomed thanks to the 
booming local job market and every empty lot was 
sprouting with new homes, condos or apartment 
buildings. The traffic was becoming horrendous but the 
denizens gladly accepted the inconvenience for the fat 
paychecks their jobs were providing them. 

Every other car was a brightly colored Humvee or a 
foreign sports car. It was, by all accounts, a very 
affluent area. Bob and Janet, though, weren't charmed 
by the proximity of all their new neighbors. The sleepy 
little town they'd set up shop in when the kids were 
little was becoming a overpopulated urban sprawl, one 
they no longer enjoyed living in, regardless of how 
affluent it had become.

Bob and Janet were hippies at heart and, after selling 
their souls to corporate America, both promised someday 
to leave all that behind once they'd reaped the 
benefits of living in the fast lane. Now that they'd 
saved a bundle, they were planning on moving to a place 
where the pulse was closer to catatonic narcoleptic 
than caffeine-addled crack fiend. They were eyeing real 
estate out in the country, a place where they knew the 
kids were less likely to encounter the evils of the 
city. 

Jack and Jill weren't thrilled to be moving away from 
the only place they knew as home. They'd established a 
safe haven there. All their friends were there, the 
stores they were familiar with, the streets, the 
houses, it was everything they knew. But, after several 
less than heated conversations with the parents, (Jack 
and Jill were horrible at being typical angry 
teenagers) the kids were convinced that the change of 
scenery would benefit all of them. 

They had an uncle that lived hundreds of miles away in 
the country, and was going to help Bob and Janet pick 
out some real estate to build a home on. Jack and Jill 
would have to tag along to stay at their uncle's place 
while the adults dealt with the droll objective of 
dealing numbers, acreage, building costs, etc. with the 
local real estate agencies. 

Once they got to Uncle Harold's house, though, Jack and 
Jill were disappointed to discover that, despite Harold 
having a large house; it only had two-bedrooms; one for 
him and one for their parents. What he did have to 
accommodate them, though, was a small guest room in the 
back of the house. 

When they pushed open the door to the guest room, their 
eyes widened; it was barely big enough to fit the 
queen-sized bed that was shoved up against the far 
wall, which wasn't very far at all. There was maybe a 
foot and a half from the foot of the bed to the 
entertainment center where the 19" color TV was, and 
the TV itself looked like it was a decade old. Thank 
goodness for them it had its own cable box. They looked 
around at the meager accommodations.

"Well..." Jack said. "...it is a guest room." 

Jill wasn't so optimistic, but spoke under her breath, 
trying to remain calm. "The room's barely bigger than a 
prison cell, Jack. How are we supposed to do anything 
in here?"

"We're not." he said, hopping on the bed. "We're just 
tagging along with mom and dad. This trip isn't for us 
so we're just gonna have to deal. It's not the Hilton, 
but who cares?"

"But we won't have any privacy!" she declared, still 
forcing the words calmly through her tensed lips.

"What do you mean? Of course we will. Mom, dad and 
Uncle Harold are on the other side of the house." he 
noted.

"I mean, from each other." she finally whined. "And I 
am not sharing the bed with you."

"Hey, it should be me complaining. You're the one whose 
feet stink all the time."

"Shut up. It's just that stupid fungus. That stuff the 
podiatrist gave me will get rid of it."

"So, then, where am I supposed to sleep?" he asked. "In 
the eight inches between the bed and the wall?"

She sulked. "Fine. Just don't rub up against me during 
the night."

"It'd be the first time a guy ever did..." he muttered 
under his breath. She heard him though and gasped, 
punching him in the arm.

"Ass." she said.

He rubbed his arm. "Oww!"

She rubbed his arm woefully. "Sorry."

He didn't mean what he said and she didn't mean to hit 
him so hard. They were always on friendly terms with 
each other, even though they did argue and fight quite 
often. The fighting never crossed that breaking point, 
though, to where they hated each other's guts. They 
loved each other and never let arguments go too far. 
Either Jeff would apologize first, or Jill would, or 
they'd just slowly work things back to normalcy without 
acknowledging the previous spat.

As he channel-surfed the TV with the remote control, 
Jack scooted over, giving Jill room to sit, which she 
did. She seemed listless, apathetic. "So, what did you 
bring with you?"

"Not much..." he said, eyes fixed on the TV. "my MP3 
player, DS, a few things. You?"

"Not much. My cell phone, some girl stuff."

"Eww, stop right there. But it's good you brought your 
stuff. I don't want you bleeding all over this place."

"You are so gross..." she said, disgusted.

"No wonder you've been so bitch-tastic lately. You're 
ovumolating."

"It's ovulating, Einstein. And I'm starting to see why 
Sylvia left you."

"Sylvia left me because she had a bad case of whore-
itis. That and big boobs."

"I knew the only reason you were with her was because 
she had a huge chest. You are so predictable. All guys 
are."

"That's not true at all. You have a huge chest and I 
wouldn't touch you with someone else's hand."

She stared daggers into him. "But you'll sleep next to 
me."

"While wearing thick, protective clothing? Yes."

She sighed and looked away, defeated. Jack was joking 
and snickered, seeing she wasn't playing anymore. "Hey, 
I was just messing around. Don't get your boobs all 
twisted." he said, lightly pinching her thigh. 

She didn't respond or look at him. She merely watched 
the TV indifferently. "I know."

"I hungry. Gun go eat now." Jack said, playing stupid 
and climbed over Jill, leaving the room.

Jack went into the dining room to find the adults 
there. After asking permission from his Uncle Harold, 
Jack dug through the fridge looking for lunch meat and 
condiments and made himself a sandwich. While he ate 
lunch, Jack chatted with the family, not paying 
attention to the time. After hanging out in the living 
room for several hours, watching a football game with 
his dad and uncle while his mom and aunt gabbed away in 
the kitchen, he realized he hadn't heard a peep from 
Jill. 

By this time, the sun was going down and the air 
outside grew still. The crickets sang their song and it 
was pleasantly quiet, unlike what Jack was used to from 
his home in the suburbs. He went to the back of the 
house and lightly pushed the guest room door open to 
find Jill asleep, still fully dressed. He shut the 
door, smiling as he watched her briefly before climbing 
over her to the other side of the bed, picking up the 
remote control and flipping the channels.

After laying there in the dark, the room lit only by 
the luminescence from the television screen, Jack 
looked over at Jill who was facing him, still asleep. 
She looked like a little angel; her silky smooth skin 
was flawless and creamy, her bangs hung over her face, 
covering her eyebrows and dancing along her eyelids 
which fluttered as she dreamed. He admired her as one 
might a wondrous work of art. She was so beautiful, he 
thought, proud that he had such a desirable sister. Her 
bright blue eyes were engrossing when gazed into, 
mesmerizing and hard to look away from.

She had a very soft smile, always strained and modest, 
never bold or dauntless. As if she was shielding 
herself from any potential insult. Jack didn't know why 
she had such a defensive nature. She wasn't the type of 
girl who got ridiculed in school or anywhere else. By 
all accounts she should have been the bouncy, bubbly 
type but wasn't. She had the body for it; gifted with 
the endowments of a girl years older. Despite her 
healthy, attractive young body, she was always 
reserved, soft-spoken and timid.

As Jack watched her, she slowly opened her eyes. She 
spoke with a sleepy slur. "Hi."

"Welcome back." he said with a smile.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch earlier. I hope I didn't 
hurt you."

"No, you didn't."

"What were you doing?"

"Watching you, cutie."

She smiled. "Lies."

"I'm serious. I was." he chuckled.

"You were so not watching me." she whispered, still 
very sleepy but amused, blushing in her exhaustion.

"Go back to sleep so I can feel you up some more." he 
joked.

She chuckled. "Noooo..."

He nudged her. "Yeah, come on, go back to sleep."

"You've never felt me up in my sleep, liar." she 
purred, using her grogginess to play both bashful and 
flirty.

They'd played this game before. Jack and Jill were very 
open with each other and weren't averse to making 
rascally sexual comments about each other in the vein 
of light-hearted fun. Nine times out of ten, though, it 
was Jack making the comment and Jill blushing and 
punching him softly, denying his boastful claims.

"Okay, let's stopping talking like this. It's gross." 
she said, unable to shield the obvious grin.

"Fine." he said. "Hey, why don't you go eat? You 
haven't eaten anything all day."

"I'll eat later."

He looked on her disappointedly. "You're not doing that 
'starve yourself to lose weight' crap again, are you?"

"Well, I need to lose weight. I'm so fat."

He looked at her, confused. "Fat? What the hell are you 
talking about?" he chuckled.

"This." she said, pulling up her shirt to reveal her 
smooth belly. She had a little baby-fat to speak of but 
certainly wasn't terribly overweight. Her bountiful, 
overflowing chest made her mid-section look even 
smaller but she wasn't convinced.

"You've been reading way too many of those stupid girl 
magazines. You know they Photoshop all the girls in 
those pictures, right?"

"Even then, I need to lose, like, twenty pounds."

"You're crazy. You look just fine the way you are."

"You can say that because you're my brother. If you 
didn't know me and saw me on the street you'd be 
thinking to yourself 'what a cow she is'."

"That's not true at all. You know, not all guys like 
girls who are skin wrapped around bone. You have 
curves, yeah, but there's nothing wrong with that. 
You're, like, really cute in the face and you've got, 
like, big boobs and everything. I think a lot of girls 
would love to trade places with you." he said, a bit 
embarrassed to be so direct and honest.

She was surprised at his blunt admission, not knowing 
how to respond. "But you're one of the guys who's into 
skinny girls, right?"

"Actually, no, I'm more into curvy girls." he stated, 
correcting her.

She didn't have much recourse but to sit there 
uncomfortably.

The next day, Jack and Jill were painfully bored. Their 
parents and uncle had gone out to look at properties 
and left the kids home alone. Jill was in the living 
room lacing up her sneakers.

Jack walked into the room, seeing this. "What are you 
doing?"

"I'm so bored so I was going to go for a walk."

"Alone?"

"You can come with me if you want." she said.

He thought about it for a second. "Okay. Hold on, let 
me put my shoes on."

After Jack put his shoes on, they headed out. Harold 
lived on several acres surrounded by nothing but bushes 
and trees and a lonely dirt road. If a single car 
passed up the road once every hour, then that was 
considered heavy traffic. Instead of the cacophony of 
mobs of interspersed voices, armies of cars bumper to 
bumper as they spew noxious gases into the air, street-
side shops and the noisy chaos spilling forth from 
their stitched urban tapestry, Uncle Harold's 
surroundings were populated with chirping birds, the 
gentle sway of the wind, toads floating in nearby 
creeks and dogs barking in the distance.

After pushing through the creaky gate leading out of 
Uncle Harold's property, they made their way for the 
patch of trees peppered apart from each other in the 
distance. The kids made pleasant conversation as they 
walked towards the sleepy field of trees. Jack noticed 
how high up on her smooth thighs her shorts went but 
didn't dare speak a word of it. As they walked and 
chitchatted, both smiling as they did, Jill awkwardly 
stepped on a rock, twisted her ankle and toppled to the 
ground, scraping her knees on the dirt and pebbles.

Jack rushed to her aid, helping her sit back and lean 
against a tree. He examined her knees which were mildly 
scraped, traces of blood showed but it was nothing 
serious. Jill looked at her knees, worried.

"It's okay." Jeff said. "We'll get your knees cleaned 
up when we get home. How do you feel?"

"It burns a little bit."

"Well, yeah. Your knees are all scraped up." he 
chuckled. "You know, if we were in school right now, so 
many people would say you got this from giving lots of 
head."

"Ewwww..." she scoffed, chuckled. "That's so nasty. Why 
do you always say that kind of stuff to me? I'm your 
sister, perv."

"I don't know..." he chortled back. "I guess I'm 
comfortable with you. Here, I'll help you up. "

Jack leaned forward, letting her wrap her arms around 
his neck, using him to keep her balance as she stood on 
wobbly legs. He put his hands around her mid-section, 
gently helping her stand. As she rose and straightened 
her sore legs, she lost her balance and slipped 
backwards, bumping into the tree and inadvertently 
pulling Jack towards her. He stopped himself by placing 
his hands on the tree behind Jill, grinning playfully 
at the awkward jumble of missteps. They both did.

Standing there, inches apart, Jill pinned against the 
tree and Jack unintentionally leaning towards her, she 
smiled and chuckled uneasily. The kids couldn't make 
eye contact; Jill tucked her hair behind her ear and 
Jack stood there, inept, uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." she said, nervous at Jack's proximity.

He pulled himself together for a moment of clarity. 
"Hey, I wanted to apologize for some of the things I've 
been saying lately. You know what I mean?"

She was so preciously uncomfortable."The sexual stuff? 
It's okay. It's not like a lot of guys talk about that 
stuff with me. Sometimes I'm there when guys hit on my 
friends, when we go to the mall, or whatever, but it's 
usually creepy older guys. I don't get hit on that 
often at all, and when I do it's never by anyone I'm 
remotely interested in." 

Then, tense silence, a silence that stretched for 
seconds, but felt to the kids like hours. Without 
warning, Jill leaned towards Jack, resting her hands on 
his chest and planted her lips on his. Jack's eyes 
bulged as his sister slid her tongue assertively into 
his mouth, but he didn't pull away. They stood there in 
the calmness of the trees, kissing softly. 

After a few seconds, they parted lips. Jack was gob 
smacked; eyes wide, jaw hanging in exasperation "Wha—
what was that for?"

Jill was so painfully embarrassed, her face red from 
blushing, that she could only shrug her shoulders and 
smile nervously. "I don't know. I just felt like doing 
it."

Jack was terribly conflicted; aroused, confused, 
excited, rejected. He could only stand there as Jill 
limped back towards the house. He quickly caught up 
with her. "At least let me help you walk home."

He moved up next to her, putting his arm around her 
waist and she slung her arm over his shoulder, leaning 
on him as she limped.

When they got home, Jack walked her through the house 
to the guest bedroom. As they approached the bed, he 
bent forward, laying her on her back. He noticed 
peripherally that she was glaring up at him lovingly. 
Afraid to look her in the eyes, lest he be mesmerized 
by her deep pools of blue, he spoke without looking at 
her. 

"How's that?" he asked, careful not to make eye 
contact.

"Perfect. Thanks." she said before becoming curious 
about his evasiveness. "Why aren't you looking at me?"

He chuckled, shrugging. "Noth—nothing." 

The problem was that he was still leaning over her, 
their faces inches apart. All he had to do was turn his 
head and their lips would practically brush. 

Jill smiled. "It's okay... No one's home." she said, 
taking his right hand in hers, spreading her thighs and 
guiding his hand between her legs. On instinct, he 
curled his fingers, running his middle digit raptly 
along her nubile cleft hidden by the thin fabric of her 
sweat shorts.

Jill closed her eyes and purred into his ear as he 
gently rubbed her young cunt. Jack didn't know what he 
was doing; his heart was pounding, a cold sweat was 
washing over him and his lips were trembling. Then, he 
felt it: that indescribable pleasure growing in between 
his legs.

Jill spread her thighs apart even more, pulling her 
knees up. She groaned lustfully, letting her right hand 
navigate under Jack's body, blindly reaching for her 
prize, until she found his erection proudly pushing 
against his khakis. She awkwardly massaged the head, 
causing Jack to shudder.

Then, suddenly, they heard the grinding of rocks 
against metal as the gate was opened outside. The yard 
gate was old and rusty; Uncle Harold had built it 
himself years ago and now served as an alarm to anyone 
within several hundred feet that the gate was being 
opened. 

Jack and Jill looked at each other, remarking 
simultaneously. "They're back." They broke their 
tangled embrace; Jill shut her legs and straightened 
out her clothes. Jack stood up, focused on softening 
his obvious erections, and patted down his clothes.

When their parents and Uncle Harold came in, the kids 
were there to greet them. 

"Hey, guys!" Jack exclaimed. "You find anything?"

"Not really...", Bob said. "We're heading back out 
tomorrow. There's some people we're going to meet up in 
Vinedale. It's about an hour away. They've got a bunch 
of properties out there. You kids want to tag along? 
We'll be out there most of the day."

Not needing to voice their joy, the kids hesitated, 
looking at each other and, as if reading each other's 
minds, responded almost simultaneously. "No, I think 
we'll hang out here, if it's okay." Jill said.

"Yeah, we'd just be in the way. Probably better we just 
hang out here.", Jack added.

The adults shrugged, agreeing. "That's fine. You two 
would probably be bored out of your minds, anyway." 
Janet said, chuckling.

The kids laughed back, silently celebrating in their 
minds, knowing they'd have the whole day to themselves, 
by themselves.

Neither Jack nor Jill wanted to reveal how excited they 
were at the chance at being alone, especially after the 
recent sexually charged events that had made them 
question everything they ever thought or felt about 
each other.

After dinner, the kids retired anxiously and excitedly 
to the guest bedroom, trying not to seem too obvious, 
even going so far as to act bored and listless. Jack 
followed Jill into the room, laying back onto the bed. 
Jill walked past the foot of the bed, scooting 
alongside the narrow side of the bed and quietly laying 
down next to Jack.

Jack switched on the TV. In her mind, Jill was trying 
to formulate a sentence that wouldn't blow her cover 
that she was painfully aching for him. "God, it's so 
boring..."

"I know. It wouldn't be so bad if the room was bigger. 
If it were any smaller you'd be forced to sit in my 
lap." he chuckled, hoping the innuendo wasn't buried 
too deep for her to notice.

She blushed, tucking hair behind her ears. "Yeah, and 
your legs would break because I'm so huge."

He rolled his eyes. "You need to get off of that. You 
are not huge. You're not even big. Actually, you're 
tiny. You're, like, six inches shorter than me..."

"But just as wide as you..." she interjected.

He sighed. "Your hips are, but that's not a bad thing 
at all. I'd say that most guys want a girl with wide 
hips. It's sexy. Wide hips denote a girl who can birth 
a lot of babies. It's a subconscious thing that guys 
dig that."

"Wow, you are smart." she said, harmlessly sarcastic. 
"Is that another thing you're into? Girls with wide 
hips?"

"Yeah, I think wide hips are attractive. You pretty 
much have the total package that guys find attractive: 
cuteness, wide hips and big boobs. If someone took the 
time they'd realize you have an incredible personality, 
too."

Jill was touched. All she could do was sit there and 
look at her hands in her lap, unable to form a retort 
that wouldn't come off as completely nervously forced. 

"Is there, like, a book you read to come up with these 
lines? Or are you just using them on me as practice on 
real girls?" she finally blurted out timidly.

"I'm not giving you lines, sis. I'm just being honest. 
And you are a real girl." he said with a chuckle.

"By 'real girl' I meant a girl you'd want to hit on. 
Someone not me."

"Are you saying it because I'm your brother and I can't 
hit on you because of that or are you saying you're not 
attractive enough to be hit on?"

"Both, I guess." she said, almost in a whisper, still 
terribly unsure of herself.

Jack could tell she was serious. He turned the volume 
on the TV down and turned to her, lying on his side. 
"Jill..."

She was afraid to turn to him, but finally did, looking 
him in the eyes. "What?" she said, almost annoyed that 
he was making her face this recurring lack of self-
esteem.

"Look, you are attractive, so stop saying that you 
aren't."

She licked her lips, her eyes wandering off, thinking 
hard before speaking. "You've known me forever, that's 
the only reason you think I'm attractive. And because 
I'm your sister."

He rubbed her arm. "That's not true at all. Come on, 
remember earlier? I didn't push you away, did I?"

"No."

"You know why I didn't?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Because I enjoyed it. Did you?"

She nodded, fear in her eyes, fear of treading ground 
she'd never treaded before. "How much did you enjoy 
it?"

"You kinda felt how much I enjoyed it." he grinned.

She grinned, blushing and looking away.

"How much did you enjoy it?"

"Couldn't you tell?" she asked, surprised that he 
couldn't feel how sopping wet her pussy was at the 
time.

"I couldn't. Were you wet?"

"Yeah, like, a lot."

"Well, in my defense, I was rubbing through a few 
layers of clothes."

She began to grow bolder, leaning towards him and 
grinning flirtatiously. "That's no excuse. I was wet 
and you should've been able to feel it."

She was so terribly cute that he wanted to kiss her 
right there, among many other things he was compelled 
to do. "Next time, don't wear so much when we do that, 
then I'll be able to tell."

Jill looked at him, feigning suspicion. "Next time? Who 
says there'll be a next time?"

Jack realized he set himself up for that dismissal of 
desire from Jill. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I was 
thinking a little too far ahead."

She hoped he didn't think she was being serious and 
kept her proximity to him mere inches, speaking softly 
and suggestively. "Is it something you'd want to do 
again anyway?"

He nodded. "Yeah, if you wanted to. Are you wet right 
now?"

She was, very. Jill rubbed her knees together. "Kind 
of."

"How wet?"

She shrugged. "A lot."

"Can I see for myself?" he asked, leaning in the few 
inches that separated them and declared his interest, 
kissing her softly on the lips. 

She didn't move away, just accepted the kiss. 
Completely enraptured, mesmerized by him. Jill nodded. 
In the dim light, Jack ran his hand up his sister's 
leg, dragging his middle finger up between her thighs. 
She spread her legs a few inches, giving him access. 
Jack started to kiss her affectionately, gently sucking 
on her lips as his finger paced up and down her willing 
slit.

As they lie there in bed, kissing and Jack ever so 
gently rubbing her pussy through her sweat shorts, he 
started to grow a pounding erection. Jill brought her 
hand up, resting it on his crotch and feeling his 
growing hard-on. She spread her legs even farther, 
pulling her knees up and his rhythm grew quicker and 
more feverish. After a minute of this, they stopped 
kissing. 

"Let's get under the blanket." he suggested.

Her breath quickening, Jill agreed and slid out of bed, 
pulling the blanket back and crawling in with Jack. The 
kids instantly moved back together, kissing, their 
hands gravitating towards each other. 

Jack tugged on her waistband. "Can you take these off?"

Without further direction or protest, she quickly slid 
her shorts and panties past her hips and down her legs, 
kicking them to the foot of the bed under the blanket. 
Jill scooted back towards Jack who instinctively 
brought his hand up between her bare thighs. His heart 
was pounding as he felt that heavenly sensation of 
having his hand between the naked thighs of a cute 
girl. Jack's hand grazed Jill's inner thigh, up near 
her pussy and he realized how silky smooth it was. He 
curled his middle finger along her snatch, which he 
instantly realized was incredibly tight, yet completely 
saturated with her juices, a sparse patch of soft pubic 
hair surrounding her prize.

Upon feeling his fingers worming around her throbbing, 
sodden slit, she slipped her tongue anxiously into his 
mouth, kissing him hard. Fumbling for his erection, 
fondling the tent his shorts had become, she tugged on 
his waistband. Jack had to raise his hips to allow Jill 
to pull his shorts and underwear down.

Jack clumsily kicked at his shorts until they piled 
off, crammed up under the blanket at the foot of the 
bed. Jill instantly searched for his cock until, 
finally, she blindly wrapped her fingers around his 
surprisingly large and seemingly petrified phallus. She 
gasped lightly, quietly stunned at the tactile 
sensation of wrapping her soft fingers around such 
rigid male stiffness. Jack winced at the wonderful 
feeling of having a sweet, virginal young hand tugging 
on his eager member. He badly just wanted to slide his 
cock up inside Jill's tight, wet pussy.
The kids weren't talking at all, they were just a 
tangled, awkward mess of anxious limbs and straining, 
swollen genitalia, aching to unite in the most carnal, 
subconscious way. Their bodies and minds were 
completely disconnected; their bodies moving without 
guidance from their brains, acting purely on instinct. 

Jack clumsily climbed on top of Jill who breathlessly 
spread her thighs apart, allowing him full access. The 
kids were wanton, mindless machines now, aching to 
merge. Jack took his thick cock in his hand and crawled 
up between her legs, nestling the hot, throbbing tip of 
his cock up against her swollen pussy. She swooned at 
the moment of contact, feeling his bulbous knob rubbing 
along her drippy slit. 

Without any sense of gentility, Jack shoved his thick 
cock through Jill's delicate canal all the way to the 
hilt and, overcome with lust, he voraciously started to 
pump into her, stabbing his hungry cock in and out of 
her teen twat. Jill, whose face was twisted with pure 
desire, was grunting like conquered prey. She wrapped 
her cool, pale thighs around his midsection and pulled 
him in deeper.

Jack was madly humping away without any thought of how 
it felt for Jill. He was mad with lust, his mind 
completely overtaken by that addictive sensation of 
being plunged inside the sodden walls of a nubile, 
teenage virgin. He grunted atop her like a wild animal. 
There was no way he was going to pull out until he was 
done, and she was so terrifically tight and wet that he 
wasn't going to last.

Jack's mind was reeling, and his balls were ready to 
spill their seed. After being in Jill for only a 
minute, his body tensed, he convulsed and let out an 
orgasmic sigh as his cock spewed its hot, creamy load 
inside Jill's fertile pussy. Jill gasped as she felt 
the warmth consume her insides, the thick, viscous mess 
injected deep inside her. Exhausted both physically and 
emotionally, Jack collapsed on top of his half-sister. 
Jill was panting, an unmistakable smile on her face, 
thoroughly satisfied, her brother's flaccid girth still 
lodged up inside her.

Jack was breathing hard into her neck, the both of them 
were a sweaty, sticky heap. Both of them were 
breathless, speechless. They'd never experienced 
anything like what they'd just gone through. Both of 
them were almost traumatized by the sudden, life-
changing event that had taken place. The slimy ooze 
that was dripping down Jill's ass was still warm; their 
bodies entwined.

"Are you okay?" Jack finally uttered through heavy 
breaths.

"Yeah." Jill stuttered, stunned and dizzy.

"I-uh" Jack muttered, his eyes dancing all around, 
unclear on what next to say.

Jill found his stammering infectiously cute. "Come 
here." she whispered, pulling his face down to her and 
kissed him on the mouth.

Jack slid his tongue into her mouth and she did the 
same. It wasn't but a minute into their sloppy, loving 
exchange that Jack's cock, which was still nuzzled deep 
into Jill's gushy cunt, began to swell and harden. He 
instinctively started to plunge his rod in and out of 
her and Jill responded with pained, high-pitched grunts 
which she tried to muffle as best she could.

It wasn't much longer before Jack's body tightened 
again and his cock started to throb, squirting its 
urgent ropes of gooey discharge along the velvety walls 
of Jill's pussy. The kids basked in the afterglow of 
the mind-blowing sex they'd just had and spent the next 
few days engaged in the same bareback fucking that they 
were growing more accustomed to with each session.

Jack and Jill's parents wondered why the kids were 
always locking themselves away in that backroom, only 
to come out hours later stinking of pungent sweat and 
other ambiguous bodily fluids that they hoped weren't 
what they thought they were.

More to cum?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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