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Betsy's Best Intentions
by Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)

***

Fifteen year old Betsy needs her older brother's help 
with a homework assignment and Troy reluctantly agrees 
to assist his little sister, only to discover that the 
bonds of blood are no match for the passion their hearts 
alone can share. (mf-teens, 1st, inc, rom, preg)

***

Abstinence sows sand all over
The ruddy limbs and flaming hair,
But desire gratified
Plants fruits of life and beauty there. 
~ William Blake

Once upon a time in a land far, far away from where you 
are probably; when I was really bored and in sort of a 
good mood, I decided to write down the following account 
of a girl I once knew, and how she and her brother fell 
hopelessly in love...


***

"Do you have homework?" Mom asked us, just like she had 
a hundred million times before.

"Hi Mom!" I smiled, ignoring her question cause I had 
different priorities. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and 
peeked over her shoulder too. "Mmmm...Cookies!"

"Hey Mom," Troy said and he was right behind me, like 
always. "What's that smell?"

"Guess," Mom said and she was a good mom. She liked to 
bake and I guess that sorta made up for her homework 
fetish.

"Cookies!" Troy grinned and he saw me stealing one, sort 
of juggling it with my fingertips cause it was hot!

"Bets, how many times have I told you to wash your hands 
first?" she sighed, but it was too late.

"Too late!" I said, taking a small bite and chewing with 
my mouth wide open cause that cookie was really hot!

"Now you got germs, Betsy!" Troy laughed and he was 
stealing a cookie too.

"Alright fine, sit down at the table like normal 
people," Mom said and she was already going for the 
refrigerator. Milk and cookies was a pretty good idea 
though and I wondered who'd thought of it.

Troy and I were both in high school, but we were never 
really serious about anything and around our parents we 
still acted like little kids sometimes, but I suppose 
everyone does that. I did it more than Troy, since he 
was just about seventeen and kind of on the 'I'm growing 
into a man' trip. He was gonna be a good looking man 
too, like our dad was, all kinds of tall and dark and 
handsome. I loved my brother, in a healthy, sisterly 
sort of way.

I was fifteen and looking forward to being pretty like 
my mom was. She was old already, like almost thirty-
five, which seemed pretty ancient, but she didn't have 
any wrinkles or anything. No grey hairs. She was tall 
and busty and curvy, and all kinds of blonde and blue. 
You know. A lot of my brother's friends talked about how 
they wanted to have sex with her and that was so 
disgusting. I hated my brother's friends when they came 
over. All they did was stare at me and my mom, I swear. 
I put on extra clothes when they were around, just cause 
they made me feel naked.

"That's just the way boys are," Mom shrugged when I 
asked her about it. "Especially boys that age."

"When are they gonna grow out of it?" I wondered, cause 
some of those guys had been staring at me for years.

"When?" She giggled and sounded twenty years younger. 
Everybody loved my mom's giggle. "Never. So you're just 
going to have to get used to it, Bets."

Everybody called me Bets, cause that's a way better name 
than Betsy. My brother was the only one who didn't and 
that was just because he was my brother and determined 
to be different, so I didn't mind. I think a girl's 
brother should be different from everyone else and so I 
sorta liked it, except I mostly pretended I didn't.

The boys had a good reason to stare at me though, now 
that I'm thinking about it. While my mom was really 
round and curvy without being fat or anything, I was 
mostly tall, thin, and kind of angular. That's my word 
for it, nobody ever called me angular, but you know what 
I mean. I was waiting to fill out a little more, put it 
that way. My hips were narrow and my boobs were shaped 
like rockets, I swear. I kept waiting for them to get 
like big and round, but they just pointed out with sharp 
pink nipples that were like an inch long. I had the 
longest nipples in school, I bet, and I was mostly 
pretty self-conscious about it.

Being fifteen sucks. I mean, I grew up, but now out, 
see? My legs were too long for my body. My butt was 
round, but not very big at all. I bought these jeans, a 
pair I wasn't supposed to get cause first of all they 
were like sixty dollars, but also because they're not 
real denim, but like this stretchy stuff that sorta 
looks like denim, and they're totally supposed to fit my 
legs and hips and especially my butt, all skin tight and 
stuff. Have you seen those? But on me they were baggy in 
the back. My legs looked great, but my ass? God! I just 
wanted a real butt and some real tits too. That was 
gonna be so cool, if it ever happened.

"I look like a tomboy," I frowned one day, but my dad 
just rolled his hazel eyes.

"You look great, Bets," he said. "Don't worry, you're 
growing up too fast as it is."

"I wish," I pouted and I had a good face for that.

A pretty face, that's what I had, much like my mom's. 
Big blue eyes and a lot of blonde hair. Mom liked to 
keep hers kind of short, in a neat French curl down to 
her shoulders. I was going for sort of an alt-post-goth-
punkodrama look, cause it was way cool. So my hair was 
long and shaggy and I liked to put like ten ponytails in 
it, pointing every which way, and then my best friend 
Shannon's sister would dye the tips blue and red and 
pink, cause she was going to beautician school and liked 
to practice, and...You get the idea.

Tie dyed hair, that's what my daddy called it and he was 
pretty okay with it. Mom wasn't, but once it was dyed, 
you know, it sorta stayed that way for awhile. After the 
third time though, Mom had told me she was going to 
shave my head the next time I did it and that sounded 
seriously cool! I couldn't wait...But she changed her 
mind at the last minute when she figured out I'd kinda 
like having a cue cut for awhile. 

I wanted to get one of those cosmetic tattoos on my 
skull. Not a real one, but one of the temporary kind 
that only last like a few weeks. I was gonna get a whole 
bunch of flowers, like a garden growing on my scalp, and 
right in the middle and in between and curling around, I 
wanted a serpent, like a snake, you know? So it was like 
the Garden of Eden and temptation and all that stuff 
right there on my noggin.

Maybe it was a good thing I didn't get to shave my head, 
since I go to a catholic school and all.

"Now," Mom said on the day in question. "Do you guys 
have any homework?"

"I got some math to do," Troy admitted.

"I sorta have some," I shrugged around a cookie.

"What does sorta mean?" she asked.

"We had this rape prevention thing at school today," I 
said, "and, oh! Look, I got a rape whistle and..." I was 
reaching for my purse but Mom stopped me.

"I believe you, Bets," she said. "What's your homework?"

"Rape prevention," Troy smirked, but I don't know why.

"What?" I looked at him. "Anyway, yeah, um, I'm supposed 
to practice the rape prevention stuff. Like if a guy 
grabs me and he wants to, you know, rape me or whatever? 
I'm supposed to like stomp on his foot and, uh, what 
else? Oh, sorta jab my elbow in his ribs and scratch his 
eyes out and all that. I'm supposed to blow my whistle 
too, except I can't remember if I'm supposed to blow it 
before I beat him up or afterwards, and..."

"Okay, okay," Mom said. "So what's your homework?"

"She's gotta get raped," Troy grinned at me.

"Shut-up! God! You're so ugly!" I rolled my eyes.

"Bets?" Mom was waiting.

"I'm not ugly," Troy frowned. "Who'd want to rape you 
anyway? Have you seen your hair?"

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked him. "It's cool!"

"Bets?" Mom was still there.

"It looks like you went through a car wash," Troy said.

"That's the style!" I said and stuck my tongue out at 
him cause I knew my hair was cool. Shannon's sister said 
so.

"Betsy! What is your homework?" Mom finally demanded and 
that was pretty much what I was waiting for.

"Oh, um, I just gotta like practice fighting off a 
rapist," I shrugged.

"Practice fighting off a rapist?" She blinked at me.

"A girl like you shouldn't fight him off," Troy said. 
"You should send him a thank you note afterwards."

"Shut-up!" I stared at my brother and he just smirked 
some more.

"What? I just don't wanna see you die a virgin, that's 
all," he said and my mom gave him a real dirty look.

"Maybe you should help your sister with her homework," 
Mom told him and Troy looked at my mom like she was 
crazy.

"Him?" I giggled. "I think rapists are supposed to be 
like sorta tough, Mom."

"What's that mean?" he asked, feeling his manhood 
threatened, I was sure. He was so predictable.

"I mean you couldn't rape your way out of a paper bag," 
I said, still laughing at him and then I let my eyes go 
obviously down to his lap. "Besides, it's not like you 
got anything down there that a girl would be afraid of."

"Bets," Mom warned me. "Be nice."

"Oh yeah?" Troy had turned a little red, but we teased 
each other all the time anyway. "How would you know? You 
been sneaking peeks at me in the shower?"

"Get real!" I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Janey told 
me all about your little thingy."

"She did?" That made Troy sit back.

"Of course!" I nodded. "She told everybody about it."

"She told everybody what?" Mom asked suspiciously and 
she didn't know about Troy and Janey.

"Just that when they were doing it she couldn't hardly 
feel a thing," I said lightly, as if it was the most 
casual sort of news in the world.

"She felt it!" Troy protested. "She told me she loved 
it!"

"What?" Mom stared at the boy like he was from Mars. 
"You've been having...Sex?"

"She told you she came too, didn't she?" I smirked cause 
it was my turn. "She just didn't want to hurt your 
feelings cause you got such a little dick."

"Betsy!" Mom stared at me.

"Like adding insult to injury," I shrugged.

"You're such a liar!" Troy said and then his face broke 
into a huge grin. "Oh! You almost had me!"

"Heh!" I laughed cause I couldn't help it. "You believed 
me too! Admit it!"

"Almost," he shrugged. "You always smirk when you lie 
though."

"I do?" I frowned at that.

"Yep," Troy said apologetically. "You gotta work on 
that, sis."

"What are you two talking about?" Mom was kind of like 
in shock or something.

"Don't worry, Mom," I said, pushing my chair back and my 
brother was getting up too. "Troy's got a really big 
dick."

"Yeah," Troy said. "Betsy was just teasing me."

"What?" she asked, but we were already halfway out of 
the kitchen.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hurry up!" I said, laying on Troy's bed and playing 
with my Ken and Barbie dolls.

I had like a hundred of them, but Prince Ken and Wedding 
Barbie were my favorites. Of course they hadn't always 
been Prince Ken and Wedding Barbie, but for my ninth 
grade home economics class I'd made them some new 
clothes. Now Ken was charming in his royal blue 
waistcoat and ruffled poet's shirt, it had been sorta 
hard to do the ruffles, but they looked pretty awesome. 
The shirt was tucked into his golden breeches and those 
were tucked into his leather boots. He even had a little 
sword, a saber in a scabbard at his side. He was sort of 
a swashbuckling hero in my dreams.

Wedding Barbie still looked like Barbie, except she wore 
white fishnet stockings and her satin wedding gown had 
been turned into a satin wedding mini-skirt. It was 
kinda punky, so I liked it and when I got married I 
wanted a wedding mini-skirt just like it, with a long, 
long train like ten feet behind me. Wedding Barbie's 
train only just barely reached her heels and I'd been 
sorta disappointed with that. I'd shaved half her head 
and bleached the other half platinum blonde with 
peroxide and streaked it with pink before throwing a 
bunch of glitter in it. She looked sorta like Rave 
Barbie Getting' Hitched, you know? And Ken was kissing 
her hand.

Ken loved that romantic stuff and I wished I had a 
little velvet box, you know, like a ring comes in. Or a 
red velvet pillow would be awesome! I could grab another 
doll, cause I got a lot of them, and have a ring bearer.

"Oh no, Ken! It's my wedding day!" I said in a high 
falsetto voice, although my own voice is pretty high 
anyway. "I couldn't possibly run away with you!"

"But Barbie! You're the only hot rave chick I've ever 
been smitten with!" I said in my deep voice. "If I can't 
have you...At least have my baby!"

"What?" Troy laughed and shook his head. "You're so 
sick, Betsy."

"What?" I asked, sorta wrapping Barbie's legs around 
Ken's waist and looking around for a rubber band or 
something so I could keep them that way.

"You're gonna help me with my homework right?" I looked 
at Troy a couple minutes later when he didn't answer me 
and I'd ended up taking a rubber band out of my hair and 
then I decided to take all of them out and just shag it.

"Rape prevention?" He snickered and I hated that sound.

"Yeah, I'm serious," I told him. "I really gotta 
practice it. We gotta like fight off some guy in a 
rubber suit tomorrow. I don't wanna look like an idiot!"

"You don't?" Troy turned to look at me, making a point 
of looking at my hair and I frowned at him.

"Okay! I get it! You don't like my hair! Sorry!" I 
huffed and puffed a little.

"Nah, it's okay," he said. "I just like teasing you."

"I know!" I pouted. "You're so mean to me all the time. 
I swear! I wish I had a pony instead of you!"

"You wanna ride me?" Troy laughed and he was closing his 
math book finally.

"Yeah," I giggled. "Put a saddle on your back and ride 
you to the circus!"

"I hate the circus," he made a face.

"I like the cotton candy," I said.

"Yeah, I'll help you," Troy agreed and I knew he would. 
He had this big brother thing going and he always had. I 
was pretty lucky that way. Troy always looked out for 
me.

"Cool!" I threw Ken and Barbie to aside and bounced my 
butt off the bed. "You're really gonna try and rape me, 
right?"

"You want me to?" he asked and he was sorta looking me 
up and down like a brother shouldn't.

"Well, yeah!" I giggled. "Of course I do! It won't work 
if you're not trying."

"Okay, that's cool," he agreed and I could see the 
wheels turning in his sixteen year old boy brain.

"But I gotta really try and fight you too," I said. 
"Don't forget about that part of it."

"You can try," he said. "But I'm not gonna stop just 
because you say no or whatever."

"Duh!" I rolled my eyes. "No doesn't mean no when I'm 
getting raped, silly! Otherwise, why would they give me 
a whistle?"

"I guess so," Troy said. "Soooo...You wanna do it now? 
Here?"

"No way," I shook my head. "It won't work if I know it's 
coming."

"What do you want to do then?" he wondered and sometimes 
I thought he was sorta like brain damaged.

"You just gotta surprise me," I said. "Like when I'm not 
expecting it, you know?"

"Oh," Troy nodded. "You want it to be like a real rape 
thing, huh?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "What do you think we're talking 
about?"

"Nah, I get it," he said. "No cheating though, right? 
Don't go putting on like six pairs of panties and two 
pairs of pants and..."

"God!" I stared at him like he was crazy. "I wouldn't do 
that! I won't change clothes all night, okay?"

"Really?" He liked my little catholic school girl 
uniform, I knew that.

"I swear," I crossed my heart and kissed my fingers.

"Cool," he said, sorta moving behind me and I turned my 
head slowly. "So I'm gonna rape you when you're least 
expecting it, huh?"

"Yep," I said. "That's what I need."

"Okay," he shrugged and he nodded, putting his hands on 
my shoulders.

"What are you doing?" I made a little face as he 
squeezed my thin shoulders gently.

"What?" he smiled. "You look tense, that's all. I'm not 
gonna do anything, relax."

"You better not," I told him. "I'm ready for it, if you 
do."

"Well, I'm not," he rolled his eyes. "You just look like 
you need to relax a little."

"Heh," I stuck my tongue out at him, trying to ignore 
how good his hands actually felt. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Troy asked.

"Massage me like that," I said, shrugging my shoulders. 
"Stop it."

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with this?"

"Troy!" I giggled and he had such big hands, strong and 
gentle and he was rubbing the heel of his palms right 
against my shoulder blades, you know? It felt really 
good.

"Betsy!" He laughed softly. "Come on, I give Janey 
massages all the time. She likes it."

"I know," I smiled and somehow I found myself bending my 
knees. "She tells everyone at school."

"She does?" Troy pushed me down, slowly and gently, but 
definitely down so I sat on his bed, sorta half turned 
so he was still behind me.

"Well, duh!" I stretched my neck a little and looked 
down. "Ummm, that's nice."

"See?" Troy said and he was rubbing my neck. "I told you 
that you'd like it."

"Yeah, but if you think you're gonna like surprise me 
and jump me or something..." I glanced over my shoulder 
and Troy put an innocent look on his handsome face.

"Me?" he sounded shocked. "I just like giving pretty 
girls massages."

"Oh, I'm pretty now?" I giggled and looked back down, 
sorta hunched over and we were moving again.

"Well, yeah," he said. "You'd be hot if it wasn't for 
your hair."

"Heh!" I scooted over so I was sitting completely on my 
brother's bed, facing his headboard. "Lots of people 
like my hair, just for your information."

"Shannon and her sister don't count," Troy teased me, 
sliding his hands up and down my back now, stroking my 
body through the thin cotton of my white blouse.

"Other people like it," I said. "Some boys like it, I 
know that."

"Boys?" Troy sighed. "What like seventh graders? Come 
on, Betsy, you could do so much better than those guys."

"They're ninth graders, just like me," I said.

"Yeah, but still," my brother's fingers were catching on 
my bra strap and it was mildly annoying for both of us. 
"Can you like, take that off?"

"My bra?" I turned my head and Troy shrugged. "I'm not 
gonna get naked."

"I didn't say get naked," he protested lightly. "Did I 
say that? Leave your blouse on, just...Lose the bra."

"You're gonna be nice?" I asked, feeling some little 
goosebumps growing on my arms.

"Yeah, Betsy," he said with enough sarcasm so I believed 
him. "I'm gonna be extra nice, okay?"

"Well..." I took a deep breath. "Look over there for a 
minute."

"What?" Troy gave me a look. "You're getting a free 
massage here and all you do is complain!"

"It ain't free if I gotta show you my boobs, is it?" I 
asked him and Troy reluctantly turned his face away.

It wasn't real hard getting my bra off anyway, even 
leaving my blouse on. All I had to do was sorta pull my 
left arm in and get the bra off it, push the arm back 
out and then pull my bra out my right sleeve. Presto! 
Like magic and Troy wasn't gonna see a thing, but it was 
pretty fun teasing him that way.

"Okay, you can look again," I told my brother and I held 
my little training bra up for him to see.

"Cool," he smiled and I probably blushed a little, but 
not too much. I hated my smallish tits, and I was pretty 
self-conscious about my big long nipples, but I had to 
admit it was fun playing with my brother and we did it a 
lot, actually.

But this was my first massage.

"Okay, see? That's better, right?" Troy asked as his 
hands went to my back once more.

"Hmmm..." I giggled and nodded as his hands went up and 
down, sorta moving my blouse along with him, but not too 
much. It was definitely better without the speed bump of 
my bra strap in the way.

We didn't say anything for a few minutes, just soft 
little sighs and maybe an occasional grunt or groan on 
my part as Troy worked my back with his fingers. I'd 
heard from Janey that my brother knew how to give a 
massage, but I had no idea he was so good at it. I was 
relaxing, like my muscles just wanted to sleep or 
something. It was getting hard to stay sitting up like I 
was and I found myself sorta leaning back against him 
more and more.

"Do you want to lie down?" his soft voice surprised me 
because it was right in my ear. I could feel his breath, 
hot and humid and it made me shiver.

"Um, kinda," I said slowly. "Where did you learn how to 
do this?"

"On the internet." He chuckled and I giggled and gave 
him a disbelieving look. "Lie down, on your stomach, 
it'll be good."

"God!" I laughed, hesitating without knowing why, except 
he was my brother, and this was his bed, and...

"What?" Troy asked, not pushing me, not forcing me at 
all, but just touching me lightly with his fingertips. 
Up and down my spine, so sweet, so soft.

"I can't believe you're giving me a massage," I said. 
"It's kinda weird."

"Why?" he wondered. "You're my sister. I love you, it's 
just a massage."

"You love me?" I had my head turned so I could see his 
face and I bit my lip when he nodded.

"Course I do," he said. "Lie down and I'll tell you a 
secret."

"A secret?" I stuck out my tongue. "What makes you think 
I'd want to know your secrets?"

"I only got one," Troy said. "It's about you."

"Me?" I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"I won't tell you until you lie down," he said.

"I don't know," I giggled nervously, feeling my heart 
beating a little quicker. We fooled around a lot, but 
this was different. It felt different, like there was 
static electricity in the air, you know?

"Hey, if I'm going to trust you," Troy said, lifting his 
hands from my shoulders, "then you have to trust me, 
right?"

"Can I?" I whispered and then I cleared my throat, 
hoping he didn't hear me as my face warmed noticeably. 
"Okay, um, yeah."

I moved slowly, lying down on my brother's bed, on my 
tummy like he'd told me too. I tugged my plaid skirt 
down my thighs and laughed, feeling kind of vulnerable, 
wondering what was going on and why my nipples were all 
of a sudden so hard and itching. My tummy too, felt 
tight and knotted up and I took a deep breath while I 
waited.

"You should take off your blouse," Troy suggested and I 
laughed out loud.

"No way!" I turned my head and stared at him. "I told 
you, I'm not gonna get naked!"

"Betsy, that's not naked!" he said. "I won't see 
anything but your back. Look, just unbutton it, I'll 
take it off and you can lie there. I can't see anything, 
right?"

"That's not the point," I said.

"Then what's the point?" he frowned. "Do you want a real 
massage or not? I could just call Janey and..."

"Alright!" I said and I blinked because I hadn't meant 
to say that, but somehow the idea of Janey getting my 
massage made me feel...Jealous?

"Really?" Troy grinned and he looked surprised that I'd 
given in so easily.

I almost changed my mind, but it was too late for that, 
and besides, it would feel pretty much better if Troy 
was rubbing my bare back, wouldn't it? That really 
sounded good and my tummy was doing cartwheels, which 
maybe wasn't so good. I felt a bit confused actually, 
wondering how this had even started.

"Yeah, just..." I didn't finish my thought as I reached 
underneath me, being careful to keep my body close to 
the mattress, and unbuttoned my blouse.

"There we go," he said. "I didn't see anything at all."

He pulled my blouse off my body and now all I was 
wearing was my plaid skirt and little pink panties 
underneath it. I didn't even have socks on! I hated 
socks and they came off two seconds after my shoes did. 
My bare back was right there for Troy, my bare shoulders 
and my narrow waist, my kinda boyish hips too. I really 
wished I'd fill out, even babyfat would be better than 
being skinny like I was, but Troy didn't say anything at 
least.

"What are you doing?" I asked without looking, cause I 
figured he'd start massaging me right away.

"Don't look!" Troy chuckled.

"What?" Of course I looked when he said that and I saw 
he was taking off his corduroy pants, which was what he 
wore to school since he couldn't wear jeans.

"Hey!" I almost sat up, but then I remembered I was 
naked, at least above the waist. "What are you doing?"

"Those pants are seriously uncomfortable," he shrugged. 
"It's okay, I'm just taking them off."

"But..." I blinked at him as he was now standing there 
in his Yoda Joe Boxers and a plain white t-shirt.

"You've seen me like this a bazillion times, Betsy," my 
brother said, and he was right. He was always walking 
around in his boxers and it wasn't a big deal, except 
now it was his underwear and I was on his bed topless!

"No, you gotta put something on!" I told him. "What if 
Mom comes up here and..."

"No problem," Troy grinned at me and I think my mouth 
woulda hit the floor if the bed hadn't been in the way. 
*click* He locked his bedroom door. "See? All fixed."

"Troy!" I did sit up a little too high and I crossed my 
arms over my long hard pink nipples.

"Shhh...!" he put his finger to his lips. "You're gonna 
get us caught, now lie back down. I'll give you a 
special massage."

"A special massage?" I blinked at him and my whole body 
was hot. I was thinking I should run away or something, 
grab my clothes and get out of there. Teasing each other 
like we did was one thing, getting a massage with all 
our clothes on was another, but this...I didn't know 
what this was!

"Yeah, you'll see." He started getting on the bed and 
his hands found my back, pushing me back down onto my 
tummy and chest. "Relax now, just take slooooow breaths, 
okay? In and out, Betsy...In and out..."

"Oh God," I laughed weakly, crossing my arms under my 
chin and I felt my brother straddling my thighs. His 
hairy legs rubbed my smooth skin and it made me tingle 
all over for some reason.

"There we go," he sighed and his hands were sliding up 
my back, starting down by the waistband of my skirt with 
his thumbs meeting along my spine. Oh! That felt so 
good, you have no idea.

"Ummm..." I sighed too and even my brother's weight on 
my legs was comfortable. He was sitting on me, like 
right at the mid-point of my thighs where the hem of my 
skirt was. I liked his weight, it was comforting somehow 
and that just made me more confused because I was still 
frightened by the newness of the situation.

"You're skin is so soft, Betsy," Troy told me. "God, 
it's like silk or something."

"It is?" I smiled and sucked my lips "Is it better than 
Janey's?"

"Janey's?" he snorted. "Way better than hers. She's got 
little moles and stuff, they don't look bad or anything, 
but you're skin is perfect."

"It's perfect?" I giggled and my heart did a little 
flip-flop. "You're teasing me."

"No I'm not," he promised. "I could touch you all day 
and never get tired of it."

"Heh," I took a deep breath. "That wasn't the secret, 
was it?"

"The secret?" Troy laughed. "What? That you have perfect 
skin? No."

"Then what is it?" I asked kind of breathlessly as Troy 
pushed down on my back a little harder, massaging the 
air right out of me.

"It's not much of a secret," he apologized. "I shouldn't 
have said anything."

"What?" I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. 
"Don't start that stuff, you promised."

"I know," he said, and his hands were on my sides, his 
fingertips finding the sides of my breasts and I was 
trying to decide if I liked that or not.

"Then tell me," I said, deciding it was okay. It felt 
sorta good and my nipples, they just wouldn't stop 
itching and I was moving my body a little just to rub 
them against the sheets.

"Well, it's just that everytime I see a girl," my 
brother said, leaning over me and speaking softly.

"What?" I asked him, smiling as I felt more of his 
weight on me. "Everytime you see a girl...What?"

He was almost lying on top of me actually, and I felt 
him against my butt and then his stomach against my 
back. His chest too and he was propped up on his elbows, 
his face next to mine, his lips at my ear. He was 
covering me then and I hadn't said a word about it. I 
hadn't asked him what he was doing or why. It felt good 
and I liked it and he was like a warm blanket on top of 
me and I was already so hot, but he was making it 
better.

"When I see a girl I might like, you know," he whispered 
and his nose was in my shaggy blonde hair. "I always 
compare her to you, Betsy."

"You do?" I swallowed hard and I didn't understand him 
at first.

"How she looks," Troy breathed into my ear. "How she 
smiles and laughs," Troy took a deep breath, like he was 
smelling my hair, drinking in my scent as I lay beneath 
him. "How she moves, everything, Betsy. I wonder if she 
does it the way you do."

"What girl?" I swallowed hard.

"All of them," he said and his hands found my arms and 
he stroked my pimply flesh as little chills went through 
me.

"Do they?" I asked and I was looking at my brother from 
the corner of my eye as he looked me.

"No," he said softly. "None of them are like you."

"What are we doing?" I asked carefully, swallowing hard 
and wondering if I was gonna cry cause I could feel 
something behind my eyes.

"I love you, Betsy," Troy said. "I've loved you since 
forever."

"Troy..." I blinked as my eyes were suddenly wet.

"I'll love you the rest of my life," he told me. "If..."

"If what?" I licked my lips and his hands were closed 
around my wrists, both of us on our elbows. He was 
giving me just enough weight to feel him against me, 
protecting me. Loving me.

"If you'll let me, Betsy," my brother said and there was 
something in his eyes too, not tears.

It was hope clouded with fear and I realized he was 
frightened of me, of what I might say and do. He was 
confessing everything and I had my brother's heart in my 
hands.

"What if," I swallowed hard and I was shaking then, 
terrified by what we were doing. "What if I tell you 
that I...I love you too?"

"Do you?" he asked and he turned his head slightly, 
wanting to look away but he couldn't. His eyes stayed on 
mine. He was being strong and brave, willing to risk 
everything for the truth.

"Yeah," I whispered and two big tears spilled down my 
flushed cheeks, rolling so slowly I could feel them.

"Can I kiss you?" he wondered and I nodded slowly, too 
frightened to speak.

He kissed my cheek first and I turned my face even more 
for it. He tasted my tears and then my lips and it was 
my first kiss. No boy had ever kissed me before and I 
realized it wasn't fear that held my voice, it was 
happiness. It was an intense joy that defined the word 
for the first time in my life.

My brother's lips were soft and dry and the electricity 
in the air was between us. I could feel it and I moaned 
beneath Troy's body as he moved, shifting so that I was 
suddenly aware of his erection. It was unmistakable and 
he thrust it gently against my butt, his pelvis grinding 
against me as I lay there.

The tip of his tongue surprised me, touching my lips and 
slipping between them. I didn't know exactly what I was 
doing. Heh! I didn't have a clue what I was doing, but I 
wanted his kiss. I wanted his tongue in my mouth and I 
opened for him. I let him penetrate my wet mouth with 
his tongue and the sensation was like nothing I could 
have imagined. That supple muscle exploring me for the 
first time. It was moist and soft and firm and I touched 
it with my own, testing myself and finding only 
pleasure.

We kissed for a long while, slowly at first, with Troy's 
tongue in my mouth and finally with mine in his. I 
licked across his teeth and scraped the soft hollows of 
his cheeks. I tickled the roof of his mouth and wrestled 
playfully with his tongue. It was necessary to me. I 
couldn't have lived without that experience. I was 
completed with my brother's kiss and we became more 
urgent, more desperate as we gained confidence.

He was grinding himself against me all the while and I 
was soon moving against my brother as well. I was 
lifting my hips off his bed, thrusting my butt upward to 
meet his trapped manhood, feeling him as an indistinct 
bulge, a hardness that occasionally found something hot 
and moist between my thighs. I spread for him, so much 
as I could, feeling my sex hungry for his touch. I 
needed to feel something down there. Some pressure to 
relieve the empty ache that was growing inside me.

We spoke through none of this. We didn't have to. We 
kissed and breathed with our lips touching, our tongues 
playing in the humid air between us. Troy let my arms go 
and he had his hands beneath me finally, as much at my 
silent urging as his own fervent desires. His hands were 
beneath my breasts, cupping my smallish mounds and my 
burning nipples against his palms. It was awkward 
perhaps, and that was all he could do, holding me that 
way, but it was enough and I loved him for it.

He was moving his hips as well, working to lift my skirt 
with his body. He'd slide his heavy bulge upward to drag 
my school uniform with him and then lift himself, going 
back down to do it again. It was a slow, delicious 
process and we were in no hurry. That was the amazing 
thing. Every part of me, my heart, my skin, my burning 
nipples and throbbing pussy, all of those things and 
more were telling me to do everything all at once. To 
hurry and find the satisfaction I needed, the relief 
from this unexpected desire that was consuming me from 
the inside out.

But my mind, that sublime center of all my dreams, was 
telling me it was okay. It was perfect. We could take 
our time and enjoy this moment, live in it for the rest 
of our lives if we could. It would be over so fast, a 
voice whispered, in the blink of an eye and I'd have it 
only in memory soon enough. Enjoy it. Bask in the 
discovery, my conscience said, for I could feel no 
guilt. No trepidation but that any young woman feels 
with her first love. The unknown was here and now and I 
was embracing it with every ounce of my being.

"Troy? Bets? What's going on in there?" Mom was knocking 
at the door and we both froze, not even breathing as our 
eyes grew large.

"Ohhh," my brother breathed and turned his head towards 
the locked door. "I'm just helping Betsy with her 
homework, Mom."

"Her homework?" her muffled voice seemed to fill the 
room. "Well, good! I'm glad you two are getting along 
for a change."

"Yeah, we're, uh, getting along great!" Troy answered 
with his tongue sticking out of his grin.

"Heh!" I was so scared that I found that ridiculously 
funny and my brother clamped his hand over my mouth to 
stifle my giggles. I get them bad when I'm nervous and 
everyone knows it. Mom would have gotten instantly 
suspicious, believe me!

"Shhh..." he shushed me softly and we were both 
wondering if Mom was gonna try the doorknob or not, that 
would be seriously bad.

"I'm going to run over to your Aunt Sandy's for a bit," 
she said. "She isn't feeling too well. You guys order 
some pizza tonight, okay?"

"Kay Mom," he replied. "See ya later."

"Okay, love you!" she said. "Have fun... And no 
fighting!"

"We won't!" Troy rolled his eyes and grinned at me. 
"We'll be good!"

"Really good!" I breathed and giggled and gave my 
brother a look like we shoulda been dead after that!

"Oh God!" he sighed and he was using the moment as an 
excuse to reach between us and I knew what he was doing.

"Are we gonna do it?" I asked him, still whispering even 
though we'd heard Mom going downstairs and even then her 
minivan was starting in the driveway.

"I want to," Troy told me. "But if you don't..."

"No," I shook my head. "I want to. More than anything, 
okay?"

"It might hurt though," my brother told me.

"You'll be careful, right?" I asked him. Troy nodded and 
I could feel him kicking his legs. He wasn't really 
straddling me anymore and now his boxers were gone.

"I never want to hurt you," he told me and I felt his 
hand on my left thigh, sliding up, under my skirt and I 
shivered. "I love you so much, Betsy."

"I love you too," I said and I bit my lip when I felt 
his hand on my butt, rubbing me and then slowly, 
carefully tugging my panties down like I might stop him.

I lifted my hips and helped my brother pull my panties 
down and then completely off my legs. I was naked under 
my skirt and I wondered if he was gonna take that off 
too, but he didn't. Troy just touched me more, looking 
at me while I lay on my tummy with my arms crossed under 
my cheek. I loved the way he looked at me. I wanted him 
to look at me all the time, forever and ever, just like 
that.

"I don't care if it hurts," I decided with a nervous 
giggle. "I want it to hurt."

"You do?" Troy smiled, but he looked confused and I 
could feel his fingers curling over the top of my thigh, 
the tips just barely touching my pussy and I didn't move 
at all.

"It's supposed to hurt the first time," I told him. "So 
a girl never forgets it."

"Oh," he narrowed his eyes. "Who told you that?"

"Nobody," I whispered. "I just made it up."

And then I did move, spreading my legs a little wider as 
Troy finally found my moist pussy with his fingers. 
Really found it, I mean. He rubbed his fingers along my 
slit as he lay on his side facing me. My sex was lightly 
covered with thin brown pubic hair and my lips were 
already plump and greasy, I didn't have to see them to 
know that. Troy was stroking them, petting my pussy 
gently and my heart thumped madly in my chest. You have 
no idea how hard it was to just lay there and smile at 
him.

It couldn't have been easy for my brother either and 
soon enough he was moving to straddle me once more. This 
was how he wanted to do it and I didn't protest. He 
wanted to make love to me from behind and I was content. 
I enjoyed the way his body covered me once more. I liked 
his chest against my back and his face in my hair. I 
liked the way his legs were spread wide around mine and 
I could feel his cock rubbing me.

It was trapped between us at first and I was surprised 
by how hot and heavy Troy's penis felt. I hadn't even 
looked at it, as much as I'd wanted to, I'd kept my eyes 
on his face. Now I could feel it though, the length of 
him sliding between my butt cheeks, riding the trough 
and leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on my hot skin. He 
was moving his hips and kissing my neck and hair, 
teasing both of us and I giggled, smiling somewhat 
impatiently and my pussy was so ready for him. As ready 
to give up my cherry as she'd ever be.

"Is this the special massage?" I asked my brother and he 
sighed happily.

"This is it," he agreed. "Just like I promised."

"But what if I'd said no?" I wondered.

"Ahhhh, in that case," he grinned at me. "You might have 
needed your rape whistle."

"Oh!" I giggled, not believing a word of it. "You 
wouldn't have raped me, would you?"

"Never," he kissed me lightly on the mouth and adjusted 
his aim, moving his hips and pelvis so that I suddenly 
felt his swollen cockhead stabbing carefully at my 
pussy.

"Never?" I kissed him back. "Are you sure?"

"Hmmm..." he closed his eyes for a second and finally 
had to reach between us while I waited for my answer. 
But I knew I already had it, Troy didn't need to say a 
word. I could see it in his eyes, just as I had all 
along.

His cock found some small purchase at the entrance to my 
pussy, my sexy lips splitting around it and that didn't 
hurt at all. It felt good and I could even feel him 
against my buzzing clit, or so I imagined. I was close 
to cumming, I had been ever since we started kissing, 
but this was better. I wanted to have my first orgasm 
with him inside me. The cums I'd had before then, the 
little ones I'd given myself on a few private occasions, 
those weren't real orgasms, I knew that. I was going to 
have my first big one and it was already building inside 
me like a tidal wave.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked me softly, because all he had 
to do was push and we both knew it.

"I think so," I whispered and I was suddenly terrified, 
but happily so and I tried to remember that this was 
what I wanted. What I'd always wanted and now it was 
happening.

"I love you, Betsy," he said.

"I loooommpph!" my reply was caught in my brother's 
mouth as he kissed me suddenly, pushing his tongue 
between my lips to fill me up.

At almost the same instant, Troy's cock lanced into my 
body, splitting my pussy even as I tried instinctively 
to keep him out. I screamed into his mouth when I felt 
his cock ripping through my hymen. It was a sharp pain, 
like a needle in my flesh but bigger, a thousand times 
bigger, like my body was impaled on him suddenly. Some 
weird part of my brain told me this is what a butterfly 
feels when it's mounted in a box, but that thought was 
fleeting, like the pain itself.

It faded quickly, the sharpness growing dull, becoming a 
burning angry cramp between my legs. Troy didn't move at 
all and he pulled his mouth away slowly, letting me gasp 
and drink cool air into my lungs. I felt swollen, filled 
up completely around my brother's fat cock. I imagined 
he must be all the way inside, right up to the entrance 
to my womb. We'd done it, I thought. He was in me and we 
were making love and it wasn't that bad.

"That...Wasn't so...Bad..." I actually managed a giggle 
and Troy grinned at me.

"I'm gonna push again, okay?" he said and I blinked at 
him.

"That's not all of it?" I swallowed hard.

"No," he laughed lightly. "I think it's almost halfway. 
I'll go slow."

"Halfway?" I said and then winced as Troy did push, 
watching my face closely as he started working his cock 
back and forth, in and out of my pussy and it sorta 
hurt.

I was okay. He was holding me, my brother hugging me 
tight and covering me like a blanket. His cock pulled 
back and then he'd slide it forward slowly, just a 
little deeper every time, and that soon started to feel 
really good for me. The cramp was still there, the 
discomfort, but not the pain. Not like before and when 
we kissed, oh! When we kissed and his cock was inside 
me, that's when I started cumming. I whimpered softly 
and suckled Troy's tongue like a baby. I shook and 
shivered while my pussy clasped itself lovingly around 
his cock. My body forgave him for hurting me and now all 
I felt was love.

We were making love, my brother and I, and he was all 
the way inside me finally. I knew it because I could 
feel the head of his cock touching bottom. It was like 
magic, a deep caress that sent lightning along my spine. 
I couldn't breathe I didn't want to breathe. I just 
wanted to kiss my brother while he fucked me. There was 
nothing else in the world, only him and me, and we were 
in love.

"I'm going to cum," Troy whispered, panting the words in 
time with his thrusts, and we were hot and sticky with 
each others' sweat. My pussy was so tight around him, I 
could feel Troy's cock tugging at my muscles, as if he'd 
turn me inside out. I just didn't want to let him go and 
the spasms of my sex around my brother were beautiful, 
like music in my blood. An orchestra of love that we 
couldn't hear, but only feel in our tender union.

"Inside me...Inside..." I breathed. "I want you to."

"Betsy, you're not protected," Troy licked his lips, 
moving faster now, his cock sliding in and out of my 
tight hot pussy easily. My sex was clinging to him, 
being turned inside it out and then pushed back in, over 
and over and the sensations were making me insane.

"P-Please...I have to feel it," I reached up with my 
hand, awkwardly pulling Troy's mouth to mine before he 
could say no.

I was asking him to love me completely, to put his child 
inside my body. It was a crazy thought, a wonderfully 
passionate, irresponsible desire that I couldn't deny. I 
was ovulating, maybe, I hoped so. I prayed for it. I 
wanted to be ripe and fertile and ready for my brother's 
incestuous seed. I wanted to share this moment with 
someone else, someone special. Someone with his father's 
soft brown eyes and his mother's shaggy blonde hair. A 
son for my brother. A living memory we could touch and 
kiss and love. A daughter for me, I thought, my dreams 
running rampant. Twins maybe. We could have twins and 
that image put me over the top again and my pussy 
contracted around my brother's cock with all the 
strength my heart could muster.

"Umpphh!" Troy groaned into my mouth and I drank his 
pleasure, feeling his spurting cock thrust as far as he 
could get it inside my body.

We were cumming together, thick jets of sperm splashing 
against my cervix, mingling and mixing with my own sexy 
juices. Our lusty broth was hot and potent, drawn deeper 
into my womb as my body instinctively worked to do what 
it was made for. It had to be like that because I wanted 
it no other way. We were joined now, mated forever, and 
nothing would ever tear us apart. Troy was my first and 
only love and I was the girl he compared with all the 
others. I was the yardstick of his desire and the 
measure of my brother's love.

How would we ever be satisfied with anyone else after 
this?
 
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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