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Helpful Brother
by Old Bill (address withheld)
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Exploring and discovering among friendly teenagers.
(mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st)
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"Oh, look at that," Tucker said, rolling over on her
back and putting her free hand between her long legs.
She pressed the seam of her tight shorts into her
virgin sex lips and rubbed gently, moaning with
pleasure.
"Let me see; let me see," cried her friend, yanking the
catalogue from her hand. "That's impossible. How big is
that thing?"
Tucker grabbed it back. "Down here at the bottom it
says ten by two, ten inches long and two inches wide
and made of rubber, some kind of shanky rubber." She
slid her hand inside her shorts and tickled at her soft
belly fur.
"What's it cost?" asked Miller, licking her lips and
trying to imagine what something two inches wide would
feel like entering her unused young body. In fact
nothing except the tip of her little finger had ever
entered her vagina and that only twice and very
briefly. She scared herself when she thought about sex
although she sometimes enjoyed standing before her
mirror and rubbing her breasts. "Maybe we could buy one
to play with."
"Fifteen bucks plus postage," said Tucker. She turned
the page and gasped, pulling out her questing hand.
"Here's one that's even bigger and it's curved like a
banana with a big, round head."
"Show me, show me," the other girl said, resting the
back of her head on her friend's bare belly, her hand
down inside her shorts and into her wispy pubic hair,
seeking her clitoral hood.
"Look," Tucker held the booklet in front of Miller's
bright blue eyes. "It's for the G-spot it says. Have
you ever..."
The door swung open and Tucker's brother stood there,
his worn bookbag hanging from one shoulder and half a
sandwich in his mouth. He closed the door and leaned
against it seeing the floor littered with his Playboys
and two young and very pretty girls who looked both
surprised and embarrassed spread over his rumpled bed,
which he had straightened up that morning for a change.
He set down his books on his desk, took a bite of his
peanut butter and jelly and smiled at the jumble of
legs and arms and tousled heads trying to get organized
and on their feet, faces red, eyes blinking. "What are
you two doing in here?" he asked with in a friendly
manner as the girls nearly fell off the far side of his
bed, displaying a great deal of leg and the underside
of their teen-aged boobs. Both of them hated wearing
bras.
"Nothing, nothing," Tucker said, "how c-come you're
home?"
He took another bite and pointed at the window. "Rained
out, didn't you notice?"
Miller shook her head and looked at the young man she
had lusted over for at least two years, had enjoyed
sexual fantasies about, had thought of when she stroked
her breasts and fingered her slit. He was getting
bigger and better looking every day, and his jeans were
so tight that his big cock was clearly defined where it
bulged down the inside of his left leg. Miller shivered
and blinked. Her vulva warmed quickly and she felt
suddenly wet. His scrotum, she thought, must be the
size of a softball.
"What's your name, cutie?" Jim asked, finishing his
sandwich and seeing that his sister was holding
something behind her. He knew the girl, in fact he had
masturbated looking out the back window at her not long
before as she worked on her tan, her top untied and
bottom of her tiny bikini rolled down. She was hot,
really hot for one so young.
"This is Miller, Miller Grant," said Tucker quickly.
"You've met her before, at my party."
Jim shook his head and smiled. "Uh, uh. I'd remember
her." He felt his cock stir. The girl was a first class
beauty, immature of course, but a stunner with long,
straight hair she now flipped back with a practiced
toss of her head. Since his sister was fifteen, he
assumed her friend was too, but what a nice pair of
high jugs and such a cute belly button. He wondered if
she shaved her pussy the way the last girl he fucked
had done. His thick cock stirred at the memory.
"We were looking at things, magazines," Tucker said.
"I'll put them all away."
"You wouldn't like if I came into your room, would
you?" he asked. "What've you got behind you?"
"Catalogue," Tucker said, blushing and making her soft
lips into a thin line.
"Toys," said Miller, staring at the young man's groin
and seeing the shape of his long penis which seemed to
be swelling. It can't be that big, she thought. She
pictured the pink dildo in the catalogue hanging
between the boy's long legs. She licked her lips
unconsciously. The image of the last blowjob she had
seen on the Internet flicked behind her eyes, that was
such a thick one.
"Oh?" he said, in no hurry to get rid of either of
them, "show me." He felt his cock stirring.
Tucker threw the booklet to her brother and he flipped
through the pages of sex toys while the girls stood
waiting, hands behind them, young breasts thrust
forward, both blushing slightly, both aroused and
knowing ti.
"You learning a lot?" he asked, both amused and
aroused.
"No, smarty," said his sister. "But," she sniffed and
made a face. "We did have a question. Look at page
twenty."
He looked at the big dildos and then up at the girls,
noting that both had very hard nipples for some reason.
Both bellies were bare and both waists were very slim.
Their little shorts hung low on their hips.
"Nobody has one that big, right?" Tucker said.
"I don't know," he said, amused. "I've seen some pretty
big ones."
"I've never seen any. I mean, except babies'," Miller
said, surprised by her boldness. But it was true,
except for those limp things cut in half in the science
books. An only child in a fatherless home, she was
dying to see a real one.
Jim studied her. The house was empty except for them
and would be for an hour or so. His sister had seen him
in the shower and hall several times with his cock
flopping about. He was tempted by the girl's beauty and
the fact that he had not enjoyed any pussy for more
than two weeks since Kim dumped him for that college
boy. He was, he had to admit, excited and wondered how
far he could take their curiosity.
'Really," he said. "How `bout on the Internet?"
"You can't believe those," Tucker said. "I mean can
you? I've messed with Photoshop." She blinked at her
brother remembering what his limp member looked like
when she walked in on him in the bathroom and saw him
once standing before his mirror, making muscles.
He shrugged. "Some of them are fakes, I suppose. If you
both promise not to tell, I'll show you mine if you let
me see yours, your little pricks I mean."
The girls looked at each other, puzzled, blinking.
"Your clits," Jim said with a chuckle. "Clitoris if you
insist."
"Oh foo," Tucker said. "That's silly. It's so tiny."
"OK," he said, "get out of here. I'll put these away."
He started kicking the magazines into a pile.
"I want to see it," Miller said quickly. "Honest."
"All right. Tuck you can leave if you want." The idea
excited him. Maybe he could get into her pants, but
then he thought about her age and relaxed a bit.
"Oh no, I don't trust you," his sister said. "I'll
chaperone."
"If you stay, I want to see yours," he said. "And if
you touch mine, I'm going to touch yours. Understand?"
In his mind he thought, and if I lick yours. He smiled,
feeling a pleasant surge of tumescence and excitement.
They both nodded and then came and sat on the edge of
his bed, their hips touching, toes tapping the floor.
Just about the same size and shape although, he noted,
his sister's boobs were a bit smaller and higher and
Miller's legs were somewhat longer and her hips fuller.
She looked more mature, more fuckable.
"No telling, promise?" he demanded, looking serious.
"Not even your friends. I could get in trouble."
They nodded and watched him peel off has shoes, slip
out of his jeans and then turn his back and take off
his boxer shorts, still wearing his long, gray t-shirt
and sweat socks. His legs were very hairy.
Miller could not believe how muscular the boy's
buttocks were, but he played three sports and was
always in top shape. Jim was an even six feet tall and
weighed about 160 pounds. He could press 250 and was
always around five seconds for forty yards.
He turned around with his fists on his hips, his t-
shirt hanging well below his hard belly, and his sister
gasped and put her hand to her mouth. She was
disappointed. "It's so little and wrinkled," she said,
looking at his hairy groin.
"Yep," he said, grasping his limp member and shaking
it. "Satisfied?"
"Uh uh," Miller said, curious as well as disappointed.
She licked her lips unconsciously. "Make it hard."
"Are you hard?" he asked, holding her deep blue eyes
until she looked away.
She nodded and sighed, feeling herself becoming warm
and wet between her legs. She knew her little nub would
be sticking out like it did when she played with it.
"Show me," he said, feeling his cock begin to fill and
twitch. He did not need to look down to know he was
aroused. He watched Miller's full breasts move beneath
her shirt as her breathing rate increased. His palms
itched.
Both girls stood and wiggled out of their shorts and
thongs and then sat back down and spread their knees,
putting their heels up on the sideboard of his bed.
They glanced at each other and then looked at him,
blinking, owl-like, unafraid as long as they had
company despite the sizeable male member hanging right
before them, the thing that seemed to be swelling.
"By damn," Jim said, "yours is hard, Millie. And it's
red, too. Where's yours Tucker?"
Tucker looked at her brother's swelling cock which was
now fully tumescent and hung arched over his hard
balls, perhaps a half-foot long and at least an inch
wide, looking like a piece of veined garden hose with a
mushroom-shaped head. She put her hand between her
legs, stroked upwards and opened her folds with her
thumb and forefinger. "Here," she said, feeling her
little nub with her fingertip. It was a tiny, pink pea.
"It's very pretty," Jim said, trying not to smile.
"Small, but pretty." Miller was obviously farther along
the adolescent road than his sexy sister.
"Look, look at your thing," Miller said, pointing. She
shook her head, unbelieving. She had never even seen
one its equal on a porn site and she was sure it was
still growing. It looked a foot long and as big around
as a Coke can. She inhaled and trembled. A frisson of
fear swept through her and she almost want to run away
or close her eyes.
"Don't call it that. Say cock, or penis, or prick or
something. Not thing." Jim put his hand about it and
shook it again. Its thickness filled his hand and its
big head bobbed up and down, four inches or so sticking
out beyond his fist.
Miller nodded, a bit frightened. "It's still growing,
isn't it? Does that hurt?' It couldn't go in her, in
anyone. She pulled her knees together. It just wasn't
possible. There had to be another way.
"Oh no," he said, reaching down to stroke himself
twice, "it feels very good." He was circumcised and the
head of his penis had become a purplish red. It was
nearing its full length and jerking about as his balls
tensed. His need, he was well aware, was friction, but
he put his hands in the small of his back.
"It's rising," said Tucker, biting her lower lip,
feeling a tremor of fear. "Look at it." Her friend
stared, hand to her mouth as the male rod climbed up to
stand out from Jim's hairy groin like a flagpole on the
side of a building, a little above horizontal.
"Yep, sure is," said Jim, grasping his hands behind him
and clamping hard on his muscles, proud his self
control. "If you touch it, it will get hard faster."
Miller compressed her soft lips, reached out her small,
delicate hand and poked his growing rod with a
forefinger. She pulled her hand back as if she had been
burned. "It's hot," she said, looking surprised.
"Ninety eight point six," said the young man with a
chuckle, well satisfied with his performance. He
enjoyed his big cock almost daily, often standing at
the side of his bed with one or more magazines open
before him.
"But the one in the catalogue is a lot bigger," Tucker
said, reaching out to touch her brother as her friend
had. She stroked the length of his ram with her finger,
feeling how soft the skin was, how smooth and warm and
how hard the rim of the head was. Its eye looked right
at her now and seemed to be winking.
"Mine isn't that big. I've never seen a ten inch one.
Doubt anyone I know has." Jim was proud of his and it
was, he knew, one of the biggest at school. The girls
he had laid had all complained about it, but he had
satisfied every one of them.
He stepped in front of Miller so his rising cock was
against her left knee and reached down gently to circle
her jutting clit with his fingers, watching her pretty
face as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth,
licking her dry lips. He flicked it with his fingertip.
"Oh, oh, um," the girl sighed, "that feels so good."
"Now you do mine. Just circle the head like you were
trying to unscrew it."
His cock jumped when she touched it but then steadied
as she stroked around and around, the tip of her tongue
showing in the corner of her mouth. Jim tensed his ass
muscles and did the sevens table in his head.
"Thank you. That was very good," he said stepping
sideways, following by his heavy prick which bumped his
sister's leg. "Hm," he said bending. "I can't see it."
He went down on one knee, put his hand on his sister's
smooth thigh and bent to lick her nether lips and touch
her tiny nub with his tongue.
"Yee," cried Tucker, clamping her hands to her mouth as
her brother sucked her pink nubbin in between his lips
and licked it several times. He wanted to nip it with
his teeth but it was too small.
Jim stood, smiled, stepped closer and said, "Your
turn." His cock was now nearly fully erect, jutting out
and aimed at his sister's pug nose. "Lick it." It stood
barely two inches from her lips.
Tucker has sucked two of her boyfriends until they
sobbed, pulled loose and turned away, jerking
themselves off into the grass and weeds so she could
not watch. She had refused to swallow their cum and had
made them promise after the three of them had shared a
joint. Now she opened her mouth wide and licked her
brother's glans right into her mouth. It tasted salty,
sweaty, and it was big and hot. He could come in her
mouth if he wanted. She would not tell him that, but he
could. Her heart rate climbed quickly as his cockhead
moved from one cheek to the other across her lower
teeth.
"Holy," Jim cried, burying both hands in his sister's
clean hair. "You didn't have to do that." Tucker looked
up at her brother and ran her tongue around his rigid
member's fat glans as it rubbed the roof of her mouth.
It felt huge and she feared she was going to gag.
"God," said Miller, her hands up beside her eyes,
"you're sucking him." The cloth of her thin shirt
stretched between her rigid nipples and her legs fell
open again revealing her puffy lips.
"Um," said Tucker, trying to smile. Her brother was
much bigger than either of the boys she had done, and
she hoped he wouldn't try to ram his huge pole down her
throat as one boy had.
"Enough," Jim said, pulling free so that his big ram
jumped up before settling once more, bobbing up and
down, spit slick. "That's the end of the lesson. OK?"
"How big is it?" asked his sister's friend, her
forehead furrowed, her eyes locking on the bobbling
horn. She was tempted to suck it and swallowed hard,
never having done that despite many entreaties. She
felt her stomach churn.
Jim held his squirming cock to his belly, took a clear
plastic ruler from the desk drawer and handed it to her
and let go of his prick. Miller gingerly held it atop
the boy's rearing manhood with both hands and pressed
the head against the cool plastic with her thumb.
"Eight something, maybe a quarter," she said.
His sister took the ruler and held it sideways under
his straining cock. "It's less than two inches, about
one and three-quarters."
"OK," said Jim. "Now we all know."
"That's pretty big," Miller said. "Have you, you know,
used it, put it in a girl?"
Jim shook his head. "A gentleman doesn't talk about
such things." He had, in fact, enjoyed three different
girls' well-used quims since school started and had
been the recipient of a half-dozen blowjobs in the last
year or so. All of his conquests, in his mind, sluts
including the one that recently dumped him.
"I don't see how you could get it in anybody, I mean,
any girl." Miller blinked at him, unable to stop
looking at his rearing weapon. "Oh, it's dripping. Look
there, a little bubble of stuff."
"Could you make it come, you know, ejaculate?" asked
his sister "We read about that in school, about how
boys ejaculate." She decided not to mention the two she
had sucked.
"No, we've done enough. You guys get out of here." Jim
grasped his prong against his belly and pulled down his
t-shirt.
Miller Grant fell back on the bed, arms out stretched.
"Put it in me," she said clearly. "I want to feel it."
She raised and spread her knees, opening her tight pink
slit.
"Nope," said Jim, surprised but tempted. "You're a
virgin, aren't you?"
Miller nodded. "But I lost my cherry when I was nine,
horseback riding, so you can show her how it fits." She
spread her knees widely. "If it will."
"OK," said Jim, fully aroused, knowing he was about to
do something stupid. "But just a inch, just to show it
will go in."
"I know it stretches," said his sister. "You don't need
to do this," she said to her friend, who was smiling,
her hands folded behind her head, looking down between
her jutting breasts at the head of Jim's riled weapon
as it approached her throbbing groin. He was going to
do it, really do it. If he fucks me, she thought, maybe
he'll pay some attention to me.
Jim stepped between the 15-year-old's long legs and
lifted them up one after the other so her ankles were
on his shoulders. "Get the baby oil,' he said to his
sister after stroking the girl's slit a couple of
times. She was wet but very tight, like a clamshell. He
didn't want to hurt her. He had done one dry girl and
that was enough. He'd been sore for a week, and she had
squealed like he was killing her.
Tucker hurried back from the hall bathroom and Jim
anointed his throbbing member with a palmful of oil and
then pushed a bit into the willing girl. "Now," he
said, setting the head of his rigid horn at her
fluttering entrance. He held her hips and pushed. It
popped through and Jim's sister squealed when the head
disappeared between her friend's blood-engorged lips.
She could see the thick veins on her brother's ram and
he was obviously in her. His cock throbbed with his
heartbeat. The young girl's labia fluttered and turned
in.
Tucker sucked in air and closed her eyes as she was
penetrated for the first time. She felt as though
someone had pushed the fat end of a baseball bat into
her. It was not painful exactly but there was a lot of
pressure, and she felt herself being stretched. Inside
her, something parted. She inhaled loudly and closed
her eyes as her hands came to her breasts. In her
stretched vagina, something tore, and she gasped.
Jim stopped just within the girl who was obviously
trembling. "That hurt?" he asked, holding her butt off
the bed with both hands and resisting the urge to fill
her, to impale her. Her pussy gripped him tightly. He
could feel her pulse with his cockhead.
She nodded and licked her lips, forcing her hands down
to her sides, hands now hard fists. "But, but when it
jumps, when it jumps, ohgawd, ohmylord, ohgodgodgod."
She arched her whole body so only the top of her head
touched the covers, and she climaxed as his prong
bounced off her G-spot several times. He pushed an inch
or so deeper and waited for her to calm, holding her
wrists by her ears as she sank back down, mewling. Then
he drew it slowly out of her, pulled her upright and
kissed her cheek like a brother, sweetly and briefly,
his wet cock poking at her firm breasts, smearing a few
streaks of her blood on them.
"Come in the bathroom," Jim said as he stood, cock and
balls in hand, squeezing hard on the base of his hot
member. "Both of you. Come on." He was breathing
rapidly, in need of friction, and he could feel his
balls churning. He knew he was close, very close. He
could feel the lava flowing within him, hot and thick.
Followed by the girls, Tucker comforting the still
shaken Miller, they stood beside the tub, Jim aimed his
hard ram high on the wall, stroked twice, squeezed his
balls and held on tight as he came, gritting his teeth.
A rope of thick jism splatted the tiled wall. Another
followed, a long and wiggling worm that looked like a
ribbon of Elmer's glue, hitting the soapdish and the
third splashed against the tub itself as Jim let go of
his jerking thruster and relaxed his jaw muscles having
barely kept from crying out with release. He exhaled.
The only sound in the room was breathing. "Want a
taste?" Jim asked.
Tucker reached out and wiped a gob from the wall and
put it in her mouth. Miller shook her head. Jim wet his
washcloth and wiped away the three smears of his cum
and rinsed the cloth. By the time he urinated and got
back to his room, Miller was gone.
His sister stood and looked at him and then looked at
his big limp member hanging down, obviously spent.
"Thanks," she said, her t-shirt in her hand. Except for
her shoes, she was naked.
"Why aren't you dressed?" he asked, admiring her young
boobs with their high, pink nipples.
"One more favor?" she asked, looking down after noting
the huge balls hanging behind his limp penis.
"Maybe," he said, feeling his cock tremble. He had
never before looked at her as a female, as a sexual
being, just a little sister, a pain most of the time.
She was damn good looking, immature but very pretty,
very stimulating. She had not shaved her public hair;
she just did not have very much yet.
"Fuck me," his sister said, her lips wiggling as if she
were about to cry.
"Never," he said. "Come on." His unfaithful prick
jumped and began to fill again.
"Somebody has to be first, to take my cherry. I want
you to do it." She licked her lips and sniffed, an act
she often used to get her way.
He shook his head as his cock began to rise. "I can't,
really I can't. You ought to know better."
"Please, Jimmy, please, please." She stepped forward,
dropped her t-shirt and embraced her brother, mashing
his swollen member up between them, her head on his
chest, hugging hard, his cockhead right under her
breasts. She felt it jump.
He held her, patted her back, kneaded her buttocks and
then bent and kissed her hungrily. Their tongues met.
They both groaned, and she knew he would do it. Her
vagina was suddenly wet. His cock oozed pre-cum.
"I can feel it," she said. "It's so hard." She took his
hand and pulled him toward his bed. "When I saw you put
it in Miller, I just knew you had to do me. Please,
please."
Jim sat on the side of his bed, his hand in his
sister's hair and she bent and licked the rearing head
of his steel-hard cock and then climbed up on his
thighs and wiggled forward, her pale breasts right in
his face. "Can you do it like this?" she asked with a
smile as his jumping horn lay on her soft belly,
bouncing up and down with his heartbeat. He felt her
breasts with both hands, pinching out her tiny nipples
between his rough fingers. He nodded as he squeezed,
bending to lick first one nipple and then the other.
Her brother grasped her at the hips, lifted her and
pulled her to him. They joined like two pieces of a
puzzle, and Tucker raised her chin and keened as her
brother's ram tore through her hymen and sank a half-
foot up into her. She stopped breathing. Her mind iced
over and she saw sparkles in the air.
He was in her, all the way in her, she could feel his
coarse hair on her slit, on her clit. Then his hard ram
flexed and she gasped and closed her eyes, waiting for
another, wanting another, needing another. It jumped
again. She sobbed with pleasure as he rubbed every
nerve fiber in her virginal passage, moving gradually
out and then firmly back in. Even deeper, even deeper.
Oh god, her mind cried, it can't go deeper.
He held her tightly, sucking first one breast and then
the other until she stopped trembling and moaning and
then he began enjoying her tight and sinuous depths
with short, hard rams. None of the girls he had fucked
were anything like this. Her body was massaging him,
drawing him in, caressing his bloody pike.
After fucking her deeply but slowly for five minutes on
so on his lap, he rolled them over on his bed, kissed
her, got his sister's legs wrapped about his waist and
began bouncing her off the mattress. Jim accelerated
until no one could have counted his trusts into his
writhing sister. She squealed and gasped and then just
made a long series of small noises in time with his
penetrations.
Tucker screamed his name as she came. She shuddered and
stiffened and then went limp. Jim slowed his thrusts,
felt himself nearing his point of no return despite
having ejaculated only a short time previously and
began pushing himself up off his sister as her vagina
clung to him.
"No, no," she cried, realizing he was pulling it out.
She tightened her legs about his hips and forced him
back into her. "More, more," she sobbed. "It's safe."
She had never felt such a pleasure, never knew there
was such a painful joy, her brother was on his knees
and elbows, his eyes were closed and he was heaving to
and fro and rocking from side to side. He hammered all
the way into her, rubbing past her cervix somehow,
pulling half way out and thrusting back in again. He
seemed to be slowing, matching his trusts to her gasps
for breath. She hoped they could go on forever.
Then he came, gushing out warmth that filled her and
then over filled her, his strong body tensed, biting
his lower lips, his back arched. She gasped for breath
and cried, 'Yes, oh yes, oh yes."
After Jim filled his moaning sister with his jism, and
she finally was sated and relaxed, he pulled his spent
cock out of her and flopped down beside her.
He held her hand. 'Did it hurt?" he asked.
She nodded.
"We can't do this again, you know?"
She nodded again and squeezed his hand.
"It's wrong," he said.
"I know," she sighed, turning toward him and nuzzling
his shoulder. She lifted a leg over his and pressed his
limp male member with her knee. His balls were still
hard, the sack like a large wrinkled ball.
"They'll be home soon."
"Um," she said, reaching a hand down to pet his cock as
it lay atop his hairy stomach. It was still very long
and thick. Sperm oozed from its blunt head.
He turned his face toward her and they kissed, and
kissed and kissed as their hands slipped all over each
other's sweaty bodies. Tucker held his scrotum and felt
his cock rise along her wrist while he mauled her
breasts and fingered her pussy.
She rolled to her back, spread her legs and looked up
to watch her brother mount her and slide his hard rod
up into her once more, spreading her open, ripping her
apart, making her a woman, making her whole, filling
her up, breaking her in, tearing her to shreds, reaming
her out. None of her friends had ever suggested it
could be like this. She pulled his head down to her
mouth and kissed him deeply.
His prong jumped and flexed, and they began moving
together again, up and down, in and out, pelvises
thrusting and recoiling, their flesh slapping together,
their bones grinding each other, their minds numb,
their lust still young. It would never stop, never
stop, couldn't stop. "More," she sobbed. "Ah, ah, ah,
ah!" cried her laboring brother, his mind blank.
When the front door opened ten minutes later and their
mother called, Jim was arched up on his sister whose
eyes were closed and feet were planted by his knees as
he came in her again and again, smacking them together
mindlessly, his piston squeezing out his thick cream.
Jim yanked his rod from his sister and stumbled to the
door, leaving a trail of spew across his rug. "We're
reading, Ma!" he called. "Shakespeare. In my room."
Tucker had found her shorts and yanked a comforter up
over the stains on the sheets. She pulled on her t-
shirt and sat at Jim's desk, hearing her mother's
steps, got a heavy book open as Jim slid into his pants
and then sat beside her on the bed, trying to slow his
heart and calm his breathing. He leaned over and
pointed.
"It smells odd in here," said their mother when she
looked in. "Open a window. It's stopped raining." She
didn't notice that her daughter's t-shirt was on inside
out or that her son's fly was open.
END
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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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