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Subject: Carol3.txt mf bro/sis ch6 

Six:

   Carol's life changed both dramatically and subtly over the next few
weeks.  Dramatically, in that she felt a new confidence, a new ease, in
everything she did.  She spoke up more in her classes at school, she was
more active and aggressive at sports, and she was less bashful and shy
when talking to her friends and classmates.  The change was subtle in
that it came about as a result of a new attitude, a new way of looking
at the world.  And this change of attitude was the direct result of Bil-
ly's initiating her into the mysteries of love, sex, and incest.

   However, this change did not come about immediately, or even easi-
ly.  At first, in fact, Tom thought he had done Carol more harm than
good by turning her on sexually.  He even vowed to himself not to touch
her again unless and until she asked him to.

   After her first session of afternoon sex with Tom, Carol had be-
come shy again.  She retreated back into her shell of reticence and
reserve.  She wouldn't talk to him or even watch television with him.
When she came home from school she would lock herself in her room and
study until dinner time.  At the table with Tom and their parents,
Carol would talk to them but not to him.  She wouldn't even look at her
brother across the table, but instead she kept her eyes cast down at her
plate, giving her food more attention than her family.

   "Carol, are you all right?" her mother asked one night.

   "Sure, Mom," she answered, sulkily.

   "Are you sure, honey?" her mother persisted.  "You've been so quiet
these last couple of days, I'm a little worried about you."

   "It's nothing, Mom," Carol lied, "There's a big test coming up in
Biology class and I've been studying a lot, that's all."

   Carol's mom looked at her daughter, a slightly worried look creas-
ing her forehead.  She knew her daughter well enough to know when she
was telling the truth and when she was not.  This was definitely one of
the times that she was not.  But what the truth was, she had no idea.

   "Well, if you have any trouble," she said with false cheerfulness,
"Just ask Tom to help you.  He was always good in science.  Biology
was one of his best subjects."

   "I will, Mom," Carol said, repressing a shudder.

                *   *   *

   The next afternoon Carol was walking home from school alone. She
carried her books in both arms, pressing them protectively to her chest.
It was a habit she had developed before she had any breasts.  She did
it to hide the fact that she had remained flat-chested for so long,  Now
that her breasts had grown into ripe fullness, she continued the prac-
tice to prevent adolescent boys from copping a feel as they passed in
the hall while changing classes.

   Now Carol was just walking alone, her eyes cast down, feeling sad
and lonely, and more than anything else, confused.  She was confused
mostly about her own feelings.  Tom had aroused in her a wantonness, a
free, libidinous abandon that frightened the young girl.  She had been
curious about sex, and eager to learn from her loving older brother, but
she had not been prepared to deal with the overpowering strength of the
forces that sex would release in her.  While she had been making out
with Tom, it was as if she was another person entirely, someone with
no inhibitions at all, someone who would abandon everything, risk any-
thing, just to fulfill her wanton, lusting desires.

   Carol shuddered.  She hated to think of herself that way.  She had
always striven to be a good girl, a sensible girl, someone who could be
trusted and relied on to always do the right thing.  Now, she realized,
when it came to sex, she was someone who could not be relied on or per-
haps it would be more accurate to say she was someone who could be re-
lied on to do whatever felt good, regardless of whether it was right or
wrong.

   With thoughts like these tumbling through her head, Carol walked
along.  The leaves on the tress that lined the streets were turning red
and gold and falling to the ground.  The air was brisk and chilly.  A
gusting breeze tossed her hair and stung her cheeks.  Carol was oblivi-
ous to the autumnal beauty that surrounded her, she could only think of
herself and what seemed to her to be her insurmountable problems.

   Thus lost within herself, Carol didn't realize that she was being
followed.  Just ten feet behind her, Tom walked the same path home.
He hadn't intended to follow her.  It was just coincidence that he had
left school a few minutes after her and, since he walked more quickly
than she did, he had nearly caught up with her just a block from their
home.

   Tom hadn't even recognized her at first.  From behind, he had
merely noticed that a girl was walking in front of him.  He also noticed
that she had a cute butt.  The skirt she wore was stretched tightly
across her buttocks, clearly outlining her round little ass-cheeks, and
the cleft between them.  Tom tried to imagine the soft, round thighs
rubbing together beneath her skirt as she walked.  He tried to imagine
what she looked like naked.  Was her cunt hair dark or light?  Was it
curly?  Was it the same color as the hair on her head, soft and blonde?

   It was then that Tom realized that the girl in front of him was
his sister Carol.  He recalled that he had already seen her naked body,
and touched it, and fondled it, and more.  He remembered how skillfully
she had jerked him off, even though it was her first time.  He remem-
bered how she had forced his finger deep into her cunt, past her tight
little cherry, how she had gasped and moaned, and writhed in his arms as
she came, pouring her thick, slippery cunt-juice over his hand.

   Immediately, Tom felt his cock stiffen in his pants.  He didn't
know why Carol had retreated from him these last couple of days.  She
acted as though she were mad at him.  She wouldn't talked to him, or
even look at him.  Whatever it was, he decided, he would have to fix it.
After all, he hadn't forced her to do anything she hadn't wanted to do.
She had even thanked him when they were done.  She had kissed him, only
on the cheek, it was true, but she had kissed him out of gratitude.  And
now she was treating him like dirt, as if he didn't even exist.
   Tom's swelling cock and growing desire for his virgin little sis-
ter spurred him to action.  He lengthened his stride and quickly caught
up with her.
   "Hi, Sis," he said, walking by her side.
   Carol looked up, startled.  She immediately turned away from him
and continued walking, ignoring him completely.
   Tom grabbed her by the arm and spun her toward him, making her
face him.
   "Carol, what's the matter?  Why are you mad at me?"
   "You...you..."  Carol was incoherent.  Tears welled up in her pale
blue eyes.  Suddenly, she dropped her books and began beating Tom on
the chest, trying with all her might to hurt him with her tiny little
fists.
   "Carol, wait..."  Tom put up his arms to protect himself from her
assault.
   With a choking sob, Carol turned and ran.  She ran as fast as she
could, trying to get away from what she feared most --- not her
brother --- but her own uncontrollable passion.

   Quickly, Tom stooped down and picked up his sister's schoolbooks.
Then he chased after her.

   Carol had just gotten the key in the lock and opened the front door
when Tom came bounding up the steps behind her.  She slipped inside
the house and tried to shut the door behind her but Tom was too fast
and too strong.  He pushed her back into the foyer and slammed the door.

   "Carol, you've got to tell me," he was nearly shouting.  "What's
wrong?"

   Again she turned and tried to flee from him.  Again he grabbed her
arm and pulled her to him.  With his other hand he grabbed her chin and
forced her to turn and face him.  Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks
were wet with her tears.  She was trying to choke back her sobs.  Her
lips were pouty and quivering.

   Tom's head spun.  She was so pretty, so sweet, so young, so
delectable.  Without planning to, without even thinking about what he
was about to do, he kissed her.

   He bent down and placed his mouth on hers.  The contact was elec-
tric.  Carol felt trapped by her big brother, smothered by his strength.
She tried to twist away from him but could not.  She felt the strength
draining from her limbs.  Tom's lips held her more firmly than his
hands.  She began to melt.  She dropped her arms.

   Tom let go of Carol's arm.  He put his arm around her and crushed
her body to his.  The taste of her lips sent fire racing through his
loins.  His cock grew and swelled, pressing painfully against his pants.
He parted his lips and thrust his tongue into his sister's waiting
mouth.

   Carol shivered at the moist contact of Tom's tongue against her
lips.  Her whole body trembled.  This was what she had most feared, and
most desired.  Tom was exciting her passions and desires as she had
never felt before.  She parted her lips and let his tongue enter.  She
rubbed her tongue against his, thrilling at the intimate contact.

   Tom was on fire.  His sister's luscious young body excited him
beyond measure and reason, beyond control.  He had to struggle with him-
self to stop from tearing her clothes off and raping her on the spot.
He dropped his hand from her jaw and placed it on her breast.  He
squeezed hard, massaging her firm young flesh.

   Carol moaned deep in her throat.  She tore her mouth away from Bil-
ly's and buried her face in his neck.

   "Tom, Tom, Tom," she whispered.

   She ground her hips against his.  She could feel the bulge in his
crotch pressing against her belly.  She rubbed against it harder, excit-
ing both of them simultaneously.

   Still squeezing Carol's breast with one hand, Tom dropped the
other from her shoulders to her ass.  He held her tightly against him.
He pumped his hips up and down, dry-humping his little sister.  He
squeezed her buttocks the same way he squeezed her tit, urgently, pas-
sionately, with no thought for anything but the delicious, incestuous
sensations she was giving him.
   "Carol, don't be mad at me," Tom pleaded.  "I love you, Sis.  I
need you.  I've got to have you."
   Carol clung tightly to her older brother.  She had never been mad
at him.  She was only afraid of the lustful urges he aroused in her.
   "Tom," she said, "I'm not mad at you.  It's just that...we
shouldn't...you know...it's wrong."
   "No, Sis, it's not wrong," Tom insisted.  "It's not wrong, it's
wonderful.  You like what we did last time, I know you did.  And you
want to do it again, I can tell."
   "But, Tom..." she whispered, hesitantly.
   "Carol, I promise," Tom pressed on.  "We won't do anything you
don't want to do.  I won't hurt you.  I won't force you."  He relaxed
his grip slightly and pulled back so he could look his younger sister
in the eye.  "Carol, I've got to have you, I've got to, any way you'll
let me, please?"
   Looking up into her big brother's face, seeing the need there, the
aching desire in his burning eyes, Carol relented.
   "But not the 'f-thing', okay," Carol said softly.
   "No fucking?  Sure, Sis, whatever you say.  Just like last time,
only better.  You'll see, Carol, you'll like it.  It's not wrong, we'll
just make out some more, like last time, only better.

                  *   *   *

   The two teen-agers stood facing each other in Carol's bedroom.
   "Let's get undressed together," Tom suggested.
   "What do you mean?"  Carol was unsure of what he wanted.
   "Look, you just stand there and do what I do, okay?"
   "Okay."  Carol didn't know what Tom had in mind, but already she
had that now familiar fluttery feeling in her stomach, the feeling of
uncertain excitement that preceded sex-play with her brother.
   Tom kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his socks.  Carol
stepped out of her shoes, having wore no stockings.
   Tom unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his shoulder.  He
wasn't wearing any undershirt.  Carol unbuttoned her blouse with trem-
bling fingers.  Her eyes were on her brother's muscular chest and
abdomen.  She licked her lips.  Tom's torso was young, smooth, and
perfectly proportioned.  Carol wanted to feel his naked skin rubbing
against hers.  She reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
   "Wait," Tom said, "Don't take it off yet."
   "But you're not wearing anything on top," Carol protested.
   "I know, but I want you to wait anyway.  It'll be more fun.
Watch."
   Tom unbuckled his belt, opened the top button of his pants and
pulled down the zipper.  Carol watched every step of the process with
rapt attention.  She felt her knees getting weak and rubbery, her pussy
was starting to itch.  Tom pushed his pants down to his knees and then
pulled them off one leg at a time.  He threw them across the room.  They
landed in a heap in a corner.  Tom then stood facing his sister, wear-
ing only his underpants.  His cock was in a state of fierce erection.
It stretched his white cotton briefs out in front of him in an obscene
fashion.
   "Come on, Carol," he said, "You take yours off, too.  And don't
start frigging yourself yet, let's make it last."
   Slightly startled, Carol raised her eyes to Tom's face.  She had
been staring at the bulge in his shorts and unselfconsciously had begun
rubbing her crotch through her skirt with slow, languid strokes of her
hand.
   Quickly then, Carol took off her belt and unzipped her skirt.  It
fell at her feet and she stepped out of it, kicking it aside to join
Tom's pants in the corner.  Now she was wearing only her plain cotton
panties and bra.  She stood with her arms at her sides, gazing at her
brother.
   How could she have resisted this, she wondered.  She could not
imagine why she had felt so scared, so upset before.  It now seemed to
her to be the most natural, normal thing for her to learn about sex from
her loving older brother, and for her to please him any and every way
she could.
   Tom stepped forward.  His cock, still covered by his underpants,
almost touched Carol's belly.  He watched her staring at it in
anticipation.  Her breathing was shallow.  Tom was pleased and excited
by Carol's sudden re-acquiescence to his desires.  She would soon be an
active and experienced sex partner, he was sure.  The fact that she was
his little sister just made it dirtier and more exciting for him.
   Tom gazed at his sister's lovely young body.  It was perfectly
formed and ripe for plucking.  The curves of her breasts showed above
her bar.  With each inhalation they pressed more tightly against the
cotton lace.  Tom could see her tight little nipples through the
fabric.  They poked two sharp little point in the fabric.

   He let his gaze roam down her body.  Her wide, healthy chest taper-
ed down to a thin, delicate waist and then flared out again into full,
girlish hips.  The panties she wore must be an old pair, he thought,
bought before her body had begun developing.  The cotton fabric was
stretched so tightly across her hips that it was practically sheer.
Tom could see her belly-button on her flat little tummy, and below
that, where her full, round thighs joined together, he could see the
slight bulge of her pubis.  He could even discern the individual pubic
hairs and the slight indentation of her slit between her pussy-lips.
Right there at her cunt, Tom saw a drop of moisture.  Her cunt was wet
and dripping already.

   "Don't move, Carol," Tom said.  "Let me do this part."

   He reached around behind Carol's back with both hands and unhooked
her bra-straps.  He pulled it off her arms and dropped it on the floor.
Carol shuddered and took a deep breath, as if relieved to be free of
restraint.  Tom knelt down in front of his sister.  He hooked his fin-
gers under the waist-band of her panties and gently tugged.  Carol
moaned softly, her hips undulating slightly of their own accord.  He
pulled the tight fabric down over her hips and belly.  It seemed to
stick at her crotch, trapped by the juncture of her legs.

   Carol sighed and bent her knees ever so slightly, just enough to
allow her to spread her thighs and let Tom finish removing her
panties.  She was trembling with anticipation.  She had denied herself
this pleasure for too long.
   Tom tugged her panties down to her ankles.  Carol stepped out of
them.  Tom remained on his knees before her, relishing the close-up
view of her wet, virgin cunt.  The sweet, pungent aroma of her adoles-
cent pussy wafted into his nostrils.  He put his nose in her pubic hair
and inhaled deeply.  The smell made him light-headed and caused his
prick to throb.  He exhaled through his mouth, blowing his hot breath
across Carol's cunt.
   "Oh!" Carol said.  Involuntarily, she bent her knees more and
thrust her hips forward, trying to bring her cunt into contact with Bil-
ly's mouth.
   "Not yet," Tom said, drawing away from her.  He stood up.  "Now
you undress me."
   Carol immediately dropped to her knees before her brother.  She
grabbed the waist-band of his briefs and pulled down.  Tom's cock was
too hard and stiff.  She had to pull the shorts out and around it before
she could get them off of him.  Tom lifted one foot, then the other so
Carol could free the shorts from around his ankles.
   Tom's prick bobbed free in front of her face.  She had never seen
it up close like this before.  The helmet-shaped head was dull red and
swollen.  One thick vein ran along the underside of his cock from the
tip to the base where it joined his ball-sack.  His balls were large and
full, the size and shape of a large peach.  They were sparsely covered
with blonde pubic hairs, just like her own.  The skin was tight and
wrinkled.
   At the top of his prick, a clear drop of liquid hung from Tom's
piss-hole.  Carol stared at it, fascinated.  She remembered the feel and
texture of Tom's come on her hand.  She remembered how he had ordered
her to lick and suck his finger.  She wondered what it would be like to
lick and suck his prick in that same way.  She wondered what his come
would feel like in her mouth, how it would taste.
   Impulsively, Carol stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip
of Tom's prick.  She licked up the drop of pre-come liquid that hung
there.  It tasted salty and sweet.  She put her lips together and kissed
the tip of Tom's prick, chastely, the way a little girl might kiss her
favorite doll.  Then she sat back on her heels and looked up at her big
brother.
   "Why did you do that, Sis?" Tom asked her.
   "I don't know," she answered.  "I just wanted to see what it tasted
like, I guess."
   "And how did it taste?"
   "Kinda good."  She smiled up at him with a sly look in her eye.
   "Would you like some more?"
   "Maybe."
   "Come with me."
   He pulled her to her feet and led her to her bed.  He flopped down
on his back, his cock standing straight up.
   "Now, you kneel over my head," he ordered.
   Carol climbed up on the bed.  She placed her knees on either side
of his head, her shins pressing into his shoulders.
   "Like this?" she asked.
   "No, turn and face the other way."
   Carol did as she was told.
   "Now, squat down," he told her.  "I want to eat your pussy."
   "What?"
   "Just do like I tell you," he commanded.  "You'll see."
   Carol squatted down, bending her hips.
   "No, no," Tom protested.  "You're putting your ass in my face.  I
want your pussy."
   Carol leaned forward and tilted her hips back.  The only way she
could maintain her balance was to put her hands down on the bed.  Then
she was on all fours over her brother, her cunt over his face and his
cock under hers.
   "That's it, Sis," Tom chuckled.  "Are you getting the idea?"
   Carol was definitely getting the idea.  She lowered her hips until
she felt her pussy brush against Tom's chin.  Tom rewarded her by
giving her slit a quick lick.
   Tom was ecstatic.  Carol's firm, round ass was presented clearly
to his view.  Her pussy was pink and puffy with anticipation.  He could
taste the sweet, tangy flavor of her cunt-juice, already oozing from her
cunt-lips.  He licked her slit again, this time forcing his tongue be-
tween the lips.
   Carol gasped and shuddered.  She fought to control herself, to keep
herself from mashing her cunt down against her brother's mouth and
smothering him.  She never expected that Tom would do anything like
this.  He was eating her cunt!  He was licking her where she peed and he
didn't mind!  It was his idea!  She hadn't even asked him to do it!  It
was dirty, it was obscene, and Carol loved it!
   "Tom, I love what you're doing down there," she gasped.
   "Tell me about, Carol," he said, his breath blowing hot against her
cunt.  "You know I like to hear you talk dirty."
   "You're licking my cunt, Tom," Carol said.
   The words seemed to increase her own passion.  Once her initial re-
luctance was overcome, Carol would turn into a passionate and imagina-
tive sex partner.  She loved the hot, wet feel of her own cunt as much
has she loved the smell and feel of Tom's cock.  Tom's insistence
that she use dirty language while they did dirty things to each other
made her feel cheap and dirty herself, and that, somehow, got her even
more excited and turned-on than anything else they did together.
   "Do you like it when I lick your cunt, Carol?" he persisted.
   "I love it when you lick my cunt, Tom.  Don't just lick the lips,
stick your tongue inside me and eat my pussy.  Eat me out, Tom!"
   Tom reached up and with his thumbs spread Carol's cunt-lips
apart.  He pulled her swollen lips open, exposing the hot, wet folds
within.  A couple of drops of Carol's cunt-juice dripped out and landed
on his chin.  He licked them off.
   "Your cunt is so pretty, Carol," he said.  "So soft and pink ---
and your cunt-juice is nice and hot, too.  I'll never get enough of your
pretty little cunt, Sis, never."
   "Don't talk about it, Tom, eat it!" Carol wailed.  "Eat my cunt!
Stick your tongue in my piss-box and eat me out!  Hurry!  I can't wait!"
   Still holding her cunt-lips open with his thumbs Tom spread his
hands over Carol's ass-cheeks and pulled her down to him.  He shoved his
tongue as deep into her cunt as it could reach.  Carol's thick virgin
cunt-juice poured down into his mouth.  He licked and swallowed it
greedily, savoring the sweet, girlish flavor.
   "Oh, God, Tom!" Carol gasped.  "That's good...that's wonderful...
do it more...eat me, Tom...eat my hot pussy...eat me good!"
   Tom plunged his tongue wildly into his sister's cunt.  He swirled
it around, licking and teasing her hot, inner flesh.  Carol's cunt-juice
dripped out over his chin.  She ground her ass in his face.
   Carol was in a daze of incestuous bliss.  When Tom had stuck his
finger up her cunt, she thought she had never felt anything so good
before, but this, Tom's hot, wet tongue going deep inside her sensi-
tive pussy, this was ten times better, better than she could have
dreamed!
   Looking down, Carol saw Tom's cock directly below her face. This
was why he had wanted her to get over him like this, she thought.  He
wanted her to suck him while he ate her!  Well, that was all right with
Carol.  She had already wondered what it would be like to have Tom's
cock in her mouth.  She liked the taste of the lube-juice she had licked
off his prick earlier and she had no hesitation about experimenting
further.
   "That feels good, Tom.  I like the way you lick my pussy," she
said, savoring the words as she spoke them.  "Would you like me to suck
your cock?  Do you want me to suck you off while you eat me?"
   Tom tore his mouth from his sister's cunt momentarily.
   "Suck my dick, baby," he said.  "Suck me off.  I want to come in
your mouth."
   Carol immediately lowered her head to her brother's crotch.  She
opened her jaws wide and took the enormous head of Tom's cock into her
mouth.  The taste was all she had dreamed it would be.  The heady, musky
aroma filled her nostrils and tongue, making her dizzy and light-headed
with lust.
   "Oh, good, baby, good, Carol," Tom moaned.  "Suck my cock, baby,
and I'll come in your mouth."
   Carol released Tom's prick from her mouth momentarily.
   "Don't talk, just lick," she said.  "I want to come, too."
   Thus admonished, Tom went back to eating his sister's pussy.  He
ran his tongue around her swollen pussy-lips and plunged it as deep into
her cunt-hole as he could reach.  Carol plunged and bucked above him.
She ground her hips in his face and rubbed her pussy on his chin.  She
moaned and thrashed like a wild animal.
   Meanwhile, Carol was busy with her brother's cock.  She held the
bulbous head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, licking it
thoroughly all over.  She let her saliva drip from the corners of her
mouth and run down Tom's shaft, lubricating it.  Then she pressed
down, sucking fully half of Tom's enormous shaft into her mouth.
   Tom stiffened at the pleasurable sensation.  Carol's mouth
thrilled him beyond measure.  Uncontrollably, he began pumping his hips,
forcing his cock deeper into Carol' mouth.
   Carol didn't pull away.  She held still while Tom pumped his dick
into her.  She opened her mouth wider, allowing him easier access.  She
felt his cock pressing against the back of her mouth, massaging her ton-
sils.  She repressed her instinct to gag and held steady.  Slowly, Bil-
ly forced his massive cock down Carol's throat.  When Tom seemingly
could go no further.  Carol helped him by pressing her head down and
swallowing the rest of it.
   Soon Carol's lips were stretched around the base of her brother's
cock and her nose was buried in his balls.  Tom moaned with pleasure.
He rotated hips slowly and steadily, extracting the utmost sensation
from his sister's mouth and tongue.
   Carol couldn't take much more.  She was almost to the point of com-
ing and she wanted Tom to come with her.  She bobbed her head up and
down on his cock, sucking him with long, slow, slurping strokes of her
mouth.
   Tom moaned and forced his tongue deeper into Carol's cunt. He
licked and sucked like a madman.  He squeezed her ass-cheeks and nibbled
on her cunt-lips.  His cock grew harder and thicker in Carol's mouth.
   Carol felt herself starting to come.  Bolts of electric pleasure
shot through her cunt.  She felt her cunt-muscles contracting rhythmic-
ally, the come-juice starting to flow.  She raised her head and held
just the top half of Tom's cock in her mouth.  She swirled the tongue
around the head.  With her right hand, she grasped the base of the
shaft and began pumping the skin up and down, jerking Tom off in her
mouth.
   Her efforts were quickly rewarded.  Tom's prick soon began to
swell and throb.  The pulsations came quicker and stronger.  Soon she
could taste the musky flavor of his pre-come fluid on her tongue.  She
pumped faster, heedless of hitting herself in the face as she jerked him
off.
   Tom moaned and gasped.  He pumped his hips up and down, trying to
keep as much of his cock in Carol's mouth as he could.  He sucked her
pussy-juice as a drowning man would gulp for air.
   The first shot of milky jizz splashed into Carol's mouth.  She
nearly fainted with excitement.  Immediately, her own orgasm completely
overtook her.  Her hips bucked and spasmed.  She ground her cunt in Bil-
ly' face, nearly smothering him with her cunt-juice.  She sucked his
cock as hard as she could.  She beat his shaft up and down, forcing his
come into her mouth.
   Tom shook and spasmed under his sister.  His come shot in thick
gooey streams into her mouth.  He licked her cunt in a delirium of in-
cestuous lust.
   Carol tried to swallow it all as best she could.  Spurt after
creamy spurt of hot, sticky come poured out of Tom's piss-hole and
filled her mouth.  She sucked and swallowed and still more came.  Rivu-
lets of milky come ran from the corners of her mouth, down Tom's cock
and over her hand.  Still she kept pumping.  She wanted it all.  She
wanted to drain her brother dry.  She wanted him to fill her with his
come.

   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

    Some time later, tired and spent, the two teen-agers still lay on
Carol's bed, with each of their heads at the other's crotch.  Carol
couldn't have been happier.  With Tom's tongue in her cunt and his
cock in her mouth, she felt thoroughly content and fulfilled.
   As she lay there, halfway between sleeping and waking, Carol pon-
dered her life and where it was leading her.  She was entering unchar-
tered waters.  None of her friends had done anything like this, she was
sure.  She didn't quite know if she should be proud of what she had with
Tom or not.  She decided just to accept it for the time being and not
to say anything to anyone.  They probably wouldn't understand anyway.
They'd probably think, just as she had thought, that incest was wrong.
They wouldn't understand how wonderful it was to have a sweet, loving
brother like Tom.  They probably wouldn't understand at all.