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Subject: Carol1.txt mf bro/sis yng teen 


One:

     Carol felt herself getting wet.  She slipped her finger deep in
side the soft folds of her pussy and moved it around, massaging her 
still-intact hymen.

     "That's nice," Tom said, grinning down at his naked sister.  
"How long have you been playing with yourself like that?"

     "Ever since I was nine," the teen-aged girl answered defiantly.  
"Ever since I saw you playing with yourself in the bathroom that after-
noon, when you thought you were alone and no one could see you!"

     "Yeah, and I'm glad you did see me," he answered.  "I'm only sorry 
you took so long to come and tell me about it."

     "Well, I did.  Now get down here and help me!"  Carol rubbed her 
pussy-lips furiously.  "You know I like it better when you do it!"

     "Sure, Sis," Tom said, still grinning.  "But you'll have to do 
me when I'm done doing you, you know."

     "I know!  I always do you last.  It's not fair!"

     "Life isn't fair, little sister," Tom said, stretching out be-
side the young girl.  "You take what you can get."

     "I want to come, now!" Carol said without a trace of shame or dis-
comfort.

     Tom slipped his hand onto Carol's breast.  The young flesh was 
firm and resilient to his touch.  Her little pink nipple grew hard and 
stood up stiffly at the touch of his finger.  The surrounding pink au-
reole puckered and shrank, making the nipple stand out even further.

     Carol shivered at her brother's touch.  She had touched herself in 
the same places and in the same way many times in the past, but it nev-
er felt as good as when her big brother Tom did it instead.

     Tom leaned over and placed his lips on Carol's breast.  He slow-
ly kissed and teased the soft flesh, leaving a trail of saliva around 
the glowing mound.  Expertly, he gradually approached the nipple, feel-
ing his sister's excitement growing more and more intense the closer he 
got to the sensitive spot.

     "Ooooh, yes, Tom," Carol moaned.  "You know how to do me.  Do me 
now!"

     Tom's lips fastened on the sensitive spot and he began sucking 
mightily.

     "Oh!" Carol gasped.

     Tom played his tongue over the young girl's nipple.  It tasted 
sweet in his mouth.  That fact that it was his own sister, young, 
pretty, and a virgin, made him even hotter.  His cock was as hard as 
iron.  He wanted to come soon, but he knew he would have to wait until 
he had satisfied Carol's growing lust.  That way he would be able to 
come and then just relax and let the warm waves of pleasure carry him 
away without having to trouble himself about anybody's orgasm but his 
own.

     Carol wrapped her arms around her big brother's head, pressing him 
harder against her breast.  She loved the feel of his lips on her tit-
ties.  She loved the way he sucked on her nipples.  In fact, she loved 
everything about him.  She loved the way he brought her to orgasm and 
made her come over and over again.

     "Do it harder, Tom," she whispered, encouraging him. "You know 
how I like it."

     Tom sucked hard on her little pink nipple.  He drew it deep into 
his mouth and played his tongue over the hard little tip.

     "Oh, yes, Tom," the girl moaned, "use your teeth!"

     Tom sucked even harder on his sister's nipples.  He chewed gen-
tly around the puckered aureole, feeling it get harder as he did so.

     He ran his hand over the girl's breast, enjoying the firm resil-
ience of her flesh.  He squeezed and pinched it playfully.  She twisted 
and writhed under him, obviously enjoying their incestuous liaison.  
Tom let his hand leave his sister's breast and travel down her chest, 
over her ribcage, across her flat, muscular stomach, and finally down 
to her hot little crotch.

     "Mmmmm, yes, Tom," Carol moaned, spreading her thighs apart to 
allow him access to her hot, virgin cunt.

     He was amazed, as he always was with her, at how hot and wet her 
cunt was when he touched it.  He let his fingers play with her pubic 
hair.  It was soft and silky, like a kitten's fur, he thought.  How ap-
propriate that his sister should have kitten's fur on her little pussy.

     He let his middle finger find Carol's slit.  The lips were soft 
and swollen with excitement.  He pressed against her virgin cunt-lips 
and felt them immediately surrender and allow him entrance.

     Carol's cunt was hot and ready for his ministrations.  Carol was 
more than ready herself; she was eager.  Tom's finger awakened de-
sires in the young girl that only months before she didn't even know 
existed.  Now, she thought she might never get free of them, or if, 
indeed, she would ever want to be free of them.

     Tom let his finger slip between Carol's cunt-lips.  Her pussy 
opened and let him in easily.  He pressed forward, forcing his finger 
deeper into his sister's virgin cunt.  She gasped and moaned softly as 
he pressed further in.  Her cunt was tight, so tight that he could 
barely squeeze more than the first knuckle past her hymen.  Feeling her 
slick, thick, cunt-juice flowing around his finger, feeling her cunt-
walls gripping him, watching her sweet young face beneath him contort
ing with such pleasure that it looked like pain, all this was nearly 
too much for the teen-aged boy.  It was all he could do to restrain 
himself and not fuck his little sister right there on her own bed.

     Instead, he pulled back from her a little bit and said, "Carol, 
honey, I'm going to give you a special treat."

     Carol opened her eyes wide.  Tom had a strange look on his face, 
one she had never seen before.  She didn't know what to expect, but she 
did know what she was afraid of.

     "No, Tom," she said, her voice shaking with nervousness.  "Don't 
do it.  If you put it in me that would be incest and that's wrong."

     "Don't worry, Sis, I'm not going to fuck you, not yet, anyway."  
He laughed at his little sister; she looked so relieved and so sexy, he 
was tempted to go back on his word immediately, but he didn't.

     "Besides," he continued, "how would fucking be any different from 
what we've been doing?  It's all just sex, anyway."

     "No, Tom," Carol was adamant.  "What we're doing is just fooling 
around.  We've never done anything, you know, serious, yet."

     Yet.  The word echoed in Tom's brain.  Then, he made up his 
mind.  He would fuck Carol.  Not today maybe, and maybe not tomorrow, 
but some day he would take his little sister's cherry and she would 
thank him for it.

     "Don't worry, Carol," he said soothingly, trying to reassure the 
nervous young girl.  "That's not what I meant.  Here's what I meant."

     Without any further warning, Tom slid down the bed until his 
face was level with his sister's crotch.  He climbed between her legs, 
forcing them further apart, and put his mouth just inches from her 
cunt.

     "Tom," she gasped, "what are you doing?"

     "Nothing, yet," he grinned up at her inquiring face, "but you'll 
like it when I do you, I guarantee it!"
     Using both his thumbs, Tom spread his sister's pussy-lips apart, 
revealing the wet, pink folds within.  He bent down and breathed gent-
ly, blowing his warm moist breath over Carol's sensitive flesh.
     "Oh Tom!" Carol gasped.  "What are you doing?  That feels won-
derful!"
     "You ain't felt nothin' yet," Tom chuckled and immediately went 
to work on the willing young girl.  He placed the tip of his tongue at 
the bottom of her tight little slit and gently licked.  He ran the tip 
of his tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit in one long, con
tinuous motion.
     "Tom!  What are you...Oh Tom, that's wonderful!"  Carol gasped 
and moaned with pleasure.  She had been nervous about her big brother's 
intentions at first, but now, she no longer cared what he did, just as 
long as it continued to feel as good as it did now.
     Smiling inwardly, Tom continued his erotic stimulations.  Carol 
was obviously a willing student.  Her reservations about fucking, al-
though inconvenient, were easily understandable.  Tom knew that in-
cest was wrong, sinful, and taboo.  He knew that practically every so-
ciety had outlawed incest.  He also knew that he didn't care.
     Tom licked up and down his sister's cunt, savoring the sweet 
taste of her virgin pussy-juice.  First, he explored the tight little 
slit itself, licking just where her soft, pink cunt-lips joined.  He 
licked softly at first, barely touching Carol's quivering flesh, teas-
ing her to greater heights of erotic pleasure before moving on to more 
sophisticated delights.
     Carol immediately abandoned herself to the exciting new sensations 
Tom was providing her.  She purred softly, deep in her throat, and 
spread her thighs apart so that Tom would have no difficulty in 
reaching the most sensitive parts of her virgin cunt.
     "Ooohhh, Tom, I had no idea sex could feel this good."
     Tom didn't answer.  Instead, he took both his thumbs and gently 
spread his sister's cunt --- lips apart, revealing the wet inner folds 
to his incestuous gaze.  Carol's cunt was slippery with her thick vir-
gin cunt-juice.  The outer lips were soft and puffy, swollen with her 
newly-awakened eroticism.  The inner lips, which Tom was now seeing 
for the first time, were a deep, dark pink color, gorged with blood.
     "Tom!"  Carol's voice held a note of urgency.  "What are you do-
ing down there?  Lick it some more like you were doing before!"
     "Okay, little sister," he answered, leering up at his sister's 
lust-distorted face.  "But you'll have to do the same for me when I'm 
through with you."
     "Yes, Tom, you know I will!  Only hurry up, I want to come!"
     Tom dove back to his task.  He licked up and down the insides of 
her outer cunt-lips.  He extended his tongue to the utmost and started 
licking the soft inner folds of the young girl's slippery wet pussy.
     Carol moaned and groaned above him.  She had never felt or even 
imagined anything as hot and good as her brother's tongue licking at 
her pussy.  She tried to hold still so as not to move away from the 
source of her new-found pleasure, but her hips began to undulate and 
gyrate with a life all their own.  Carol could not help grinding and 
bucking her hips in a tight little circle, rhythmically pressing her 
cunt hard against her brother's licking mouth.
     "Tom, that's so good, so good.  Do it harder, Tom, do it deep-
er.  Do me good, Tom, you know I like it!"
     Tom plunged his tongue deep into his sister's cunt.  Carol 
gasped with pleasure and grabbed his head with both hands, holding him 
still while she ground her cunt against his mouth in a wanton display 
of lust.
     "Tom, yes!" she cried out.  "Yes, that's it!  I'm coming!  Tom 
this is....you're wonderful!"
     Tom lapped avidly at Carol's pussy.  Her virgin cunt smelled so 
sweet, her pussy-juice was so thick and tasty, he was nearly intoxicat-
ed with pleasure.  He plunged his tongue deep into her vagina, licking 
out the virgin cunt-juice he found there.  He forced his tongue deep 
into Carol's cunt.  He ground his mouth against her swollen pussy lips. 
He sucked and swallowed her cunt-juice with incestuous delight. 
     "Tom!  Yes!  I'm coming!" Carol called out.  "I'm comiinngg 
nowww!
     The young girl's hips bucked and spasmed under him.  He had to 
wrap his arms under her thighs to hold on.  Her cunt-juice flowed in 
copious spurts over his tongue and down his chin.  He lapped up all he 
could, savoring the sweet flavor his sister's virgin come.
     Carol moaned softly and continuously, tossing her head from side 
to side on the pillow.  The force of this orgasm was greater than any
thing else she had ever experienced before in her life.  It left her 
panting, weak, and wanting more.
     Tom slowly stopped his licking of Carol's cunt.  He watched with 
fascination and delight as his sister's cunt slowly stopped its spas-
modic contractions.  Tom didn't have a lot of experience with girls.  
In fact, none of the girls he had ever dated had ever let him do more 
than feel them up over their clothes.  He had never even seen a girl's 
breasts before Carol's. And now, he was doing more than just seeing her 
breasts, more than just touching her cunt.  He was breaking her in.  He 
was turning his little sister into one of the hottest numbers in 
school.
     He relished the knowledge that he was introducing his sweet sister 
to the mysteries of sex one by one.  He knew he wouldn't stop until he 
had finished her initiation completely.

Two:

     Tom's cock was raging with unfulfilled lust.  He got up and 
stood next to the bed, gazing down at the lewd display his little sis-
ter presented to him.
     Carol opened her eyes, her long lashes fluttering as she regained 
her composure.
     "Tom," she breathed.  "That was the best you ever did me."  Her 
pale blue eyes grew wide with surprise at the memory of the unexpected 
pleasure her big brother's tongue had given her.
     "Yeah," Tom leered down at her.  "Now it's your turn to do me 
the same way."
     Carol looked up at him.  She wasn't used to Tom being so domi-
nant, so demanding.  They had endured the usual rivalries that siblings 
are wont to have.  Tom had always bested Carol in sports and Carol 
usually got better grades in school.  When both the children had en-
tered their teen-aged years their earlier animosity and competitiveness 
mellowed into a friendly acceptance of each other.  Now, more recently, 
that acceptance was replaced by a growing, mutual, incestuous desire.
     "I'll do you, Tom," Carol said softly.  "Don't worry.  You know 
I like it when you come.  I just don't want to do the 'f-thing' with 
you; that would be bad."
     "The 'f-thing'," Tom mocked her.  "Ha!  You're such a scaredy-
cat you can't even say the word!  What makes you think I'd even want to 
fuck you anyway?"
     "Tom!  Be nice!" Carol sat up on the bed and turned her face a-
way from her jeering older brother.  "It's so nice when we can be to-
gether like this, why do you have to spoil it?"
     He looked down at Carol and immediately regretted being so 
thoughtless.  Carol's pale shoulders shook slightly with repressed 
sobs.  He had really hurt her feelings.  All he had wanted to do was to 
shame her into being more sexually aggressive, or at least less ihhi-
bited.
     "Carol, baby, I'm sorry."  He sat down next to her on the narrow 
bed and put his arm around her shoulders.  "I don't know what came over 
me."
     Carol shook her head and twisted away from him.  Her soft blonde 
hair glistened in the afternoon sunlight as it fell forward, hiding her 
face from her brother's concerned gaze.
     Tom slipped off the bed and kneeled on the floor in front of 
Carol.  He cupped her face in both his hands and forced her to turn and 
look at him.  Two shining rivulets of tears ran down Carol's pink 
cheeks and dripped onto her flat, smooth belly.  Her firm little 
breasts, the size of grapefruits, jiggled slightly with each shaking 
breath the young girl took.  Her nipples had gotten soft and disap-
peared in the surrounding pink aureoles.  Her pussy, too, had returned 
to its unexcited state, the soft, pink lips were no longer swollen and 
the narrow slit was almost fully concealed beneath the wispy blonde pu
bic hairs.  Seeing her like that, frightened and vulnerable made Tom 
more determined than ever to have his way with her.  But he knew he 
would have to be careful and patient, so as not to frighten her away.
     "Carol, please listen to me," he entreated, "I'm sorry.  Really, I 
am.  It's just that...I don't know, when you get me so excited like 
this...I guess I go a little crazy."
     Carol allowed herself to look at him.  She really did love her big 
brother, more than anything or anyone else in the whole world, more 
than their parents, even, who never seemed to have any time for their 
two children anymore.
     "Tom, I love you, too," she said, wiping the tears away from her 
eyes. "But sometimes when you get mean like that...It scares me."
     "I know, baby," he said soothingly, "I'm sorry, I promise not to 
be like that again."
     He petted her hair as she sniffed back her tears and gave him a 
brave little smile.  He let his hand run down to her shoulder and then 
onto her breast.  She gave an involuntary shudder at the contact.  
     Tom placed his other hand on her other breast and squeezed them 
both, gently but firmly.  Immediately, Carol's nipples began to harden. 
Her eyelids fluttered and she took in a long, shaking breath.
     "Oh, Tom," she said, softly.  "I love when you touch me."
     He leaned forward and placed his lips gently on first one pink 
nipple, then the next.  Carol shuddered slightly at the erotic contact. 
She felt an electric thrill course through her as first one, then the 
other nipple stiffened and got hard between his lips. She felt his 
tongue play over the hard little tip and her pussy started getting wet 
again.
     "Carol, please..." he stood up once more before her, his cock 
still rigid and sticking out in front of him.
     Carol looked up at her big brother.  The two teen-agers looked al-
most enough alike to be twins, except that he was two years older than 
her fourteen and four inches taller than her five and a half feet.  She 
had grown soft, voluptuous curves where he had grown muscles.  They 
could have been a stylized Adam and Eve in a modern garden of Eden.
     "What, Tom?" Carol asked, hesitantly.  His stiff cock hung just 
inches from her face but she was still unsure as to what he wanted her 
to do.
     "C'mon, Carol!" Tom nearly wailed in frustration.  "You know...I 
did you with my mouth, now you do me the same way."
     "But, I don't know how, Tom."
     "Just kiss it, like I did for you."
     "Okay...I guess."
     The young girl leaned forward.  The musky scent of her brother's 
cock reached her nostrils and sent a thrill of incestuous lust through 
her.  The purple head was just inches from her lips.  She could see the 
blue, blood-engorged veins twisting in their serpentine paths around 
the thick, hard shaft.  It looked so hard, so hot, so...obscene.  She 
felt a nearly uncontrollable desire to finger her cunt and frig herself 
to another sweet orgasm just from looking at it.
     She reached up with her right hand and grasped the shaft gently in 
her fist.  Slowly, uncertainly, she leaned over and planted a quick, 
chaste kiss on the swollen tip.  At the touch of her lips, the massive 
cock twitched and throbbed in her grasp.  She pulled away from it, 
startled by its sudden, almost violent response to her kiss.
     "No, Carol," Tom said.  "Really kiss it.  Use your tongue, like 
I did for you."
     She looked up at him.  Her big brother was so strong and handsome, 
she would do almost anything for him, anything he asked of her.  And 
although she had some reservations about going all the way with him, he 
made her feel so good when they were together that she was sure she 
would do it if he were to ask her nicely.
     She smiled up at him with a mischievous expression on her fact.  
"You mean like this?" she asked.
     She parted her lips slightly and let the bulbous head of his 
throbbing cock enter her mouth.  The taste of his sex-flesh excited her 
more than she thought it could.  Her eyes closed and her head swam.  
She felt dizzy and disoriented.  She held onto his cock as a drowning 
person would clutch a life-buoy.  As if of its own accord, her tongue 
sought and found the cock-head in her mouth and teased it.
     "Oh God, Carol!" Tom cried.  No one had ever licked his cock be-
fore and it felt better than he could have imagined.  "Deeper, Carol, 
honey, suck me deeper."
     Carol didn't have to be told.  Her first taste of her brother's 
cock convinced her that she liked it and that she wanted more.  Eagerly 
she opened her lips wider and let all of his cock-head slide into her 
mouth.
     Tom gasped and lurched forward, instinctively trying to put even 
more of his cock into his sister's sweet young mouth.
     Carol gagged slightly and retreated, pulling back from Tom's 
thrusting cock.  She kept a firm grip on it with her right hand, keep
ing Tom from shoving it completely down her throat, but at the same 
time she was very careful not to let the head slip out of her mouth.
     She held it there and started to swirl her tongue around the swol-
len head, enjoying the salty, musky flavor of this forbidden fruit.  
She swirled her tongue first one way, then the other, feeling the 
throbbing member grow even larger in her mouth as she did so.
     Tom groaned with pleasure.  Seeing his sweet young sister suck-
ing on his cock gave him almost as much pleasure as feeling her tongue 
licking it.  He struggled to keep his knees from buckling under him as 
Carol continued on her maiden voyage in cock-sucking.
     "Yeah, Carol, that's it, honey," Tom encouraged her in her ef-
forts.  "Now lick it some more, baby, not just the head."
     Carol pulled her mouth from her brother's cock momentarily.  She 
stroked the shaft slowly with her right hand.  "What do you mean, Tom?"
she asked, innocently.
     "You know what I mean, you little tease.  You know you like it.  
Now do me good, like I did you!"
     Carol smiled up at her brother knowingly.  Her reservations and 
inhibitions were slowly disintegrating in the face of her new-found 
erotic lust.
     "You mean like this?" she asked coquettishly.  Lifting her broth-
er's cock with her right hand, she placed the tip of her tongue at the 
base of the shaft, right where his ball sack joined the penis.  She 
licked from the base to the tip in one long, continuous motion.
     "Oh, yeah, baby, like that," Tom moaned.  "Do it more."
     Obediently, when she got to the tip, Carol ran her tongue down one 
side of his throbbing prick and then back up the other.  She held it 
like a popsicle and licked it all over, covering it with her saliva, 
leaving it slick and wet.  Up and down, licking around the pubic hair 
and flicking his balls with her tongue, Carol teased her brother to the 
edge of ecstacy without taking him all the way to release.
     This was a new, exciting game for the teen-aged girl, one she knew 
immediately she was going to enjoy very much.  The feel and taste of a 
male organ in her mouth sent tingles of pleasure all through her body, 
but especially between her legs.
     "Now suck me deep, Carol," Tom said, hoarsely.  "Suck me as deep 
as you can and I'll come in your mouth."
     Carol needed no further encouragement or instruction.  Hungrily, 
she opened her mouth and let Tom's cock slide in.  She thrilled at 
the feel of his hot flesh passing between her lips.  She teased the 
swollen head with her tongue, savoring the now familiar musky taste of 
his sex.
     "That's good, baby," Tom groaned.  "That's really good.  You're 
gonna be a really good little cock-sucker."
     Carol was hardly listening.  The blood pounded in her ears and 
made her head swim.  Her cunt was wet and itching.  Her excitement was 
growing along with Tom's.
     "Deeper, baby, deeper," Tom groaned.
     Carol dropped her right hand to her cunt.  With practiced famil-
iarity her forefinger found her clit and started rubbing it.  The soft 
heat of her orgasm quickly reasserted itself and began growing deep in 
her loins.  Her pussy was still wet with Tom's saliva and her own 
come-juice.  Her clit slipped around under her finger, almost too slimy 
for her to frig.  She fingered it as best she could, relishing its 
erotic slipperiness.

     "Rub my balls, baby," Tom said.

     Obediently, Carol cupped Tom's huge scrotum in her left hand.  
His balls felt heavy and full in her small hand.  She could imagine the 
load of creamy come they contained.  She wanted to taste it.  She want-
ed to feel it filling her mouth.

     "That's it, baby, that's it.  I'm almost there," Tom moaned.

     Frantically, Carol bobbed her head up and down on her brother's 
cock.  She sucked it as hard as she could, forcing her head down on it, 
taking as much of the rigid shaft into her mouth as she could.

     Tom's breathing was becoming labored.  He gasped and moaned as 
Carol sucked his prick.  Amazingly, his prick seemed to grow even big
ger as she sucked on it.  She couldn't get it all in her mouth.  She 
had to open her jaw wider; it stretched her lips apart. The big, bul-
bous head pressed against the back of her throat, threatening to choke 
her if she weren't careful.

     "Here it comes, Carol, don't let go of it," Tom groaned, his 
voice thick with lust.

     Carol was in an ecstacy of incestuous pleasure.  She sucked hard 
on her brother's prick, trying to draw his come from him into her 
mouth.  She gently squeezed his balls in her left hand, as if to force 
the come out and into her mouth.  With her right hand she frantically 
fingered her hard little clit.

     "Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, yeah," Tom gasped, nearly inco-
herent with orgasmic pleasure.

     Tom's prick pulsed and throbbed in Carol's wet sucking mouth. 
First one, then another and another spurt of milky come erupted from 
his thrusting cock.

     Carol moaned with fulfilled lust.  Tom's come was thick and 
sweet on her tongue.  She swallowed it as fast as she could.  The musky 
flavor filled her mouth and made her dizzy with drunken pleasure.  
Immediately, she felt her own orgasm approach and then quickly arrive.  
Waves of hot, liquid pleasure coursed through her belly and down to her 
cunt.  Her own pussy-juice poured thick and warm from her cunt over her 
hand.

     "Suck it, baby,!" Tom rasped.  "Drink it all, don't spill any!"

     Carol didn't have to be told.  She didn't want to waste a drop of 
Tom's delicious come.  She wanted to drink it all, and more.  She 
swallowed hungrily, avidly, taking as much of the thick liquid into her 
mouth as she could.

     It was more than the young girl could hold, however.  Thick rivu-
lets of sperm ran from the corners of her pretty little mouth and 
dripped from her chin onto her plump young breasts.  She gulped and 
swallowed as quickly as she could, drinking the incestuous scum with a 
lecherous pleasure that surprised and delighted her.  Finally, when she 
had sucked her brother's prick dry and her own orgasm had abated, Carol 
let go of Tom's cock and lay back on the bed.

     With her right hand she was still idly fingering her cunt.  With 
her left she smeared the drops of Tom's come around her on her 
breasts, enjoying the sticky, slimy feel of it.  Tom still stood be-
fore her.  His cock was still long and half hard, but now it hung down 
between his thighs, wet and shiny from his come and her saliva.  Carol 
licked her lips, savoring the last few drops of her brother's sperm 
that still hung there.

     Carol was in a heaven of delight and wonder at her new-found sexu-
al power and capacity.  She was able to make her big brother come in 
her mouth!  She was able to satisfy his desire and her own at the same 
time!  Carol knew at that point that she had found the ultimate in sex-
ual pleasure.  She wanted nothing more than to do this as much and as 
often as she could.

Three:

     Two weeks earlier, Carol had been introduced to the mysteries 
of sex and incest by her big brother Tom.  One afternoon Carol had 
come home from school early.  Her physical education class had been 
scheduled to participate in an intra-mural track meet but the meet 
had been canceled because of rain.  So, unexpectedly and with noth
ing to do, Carol had arrived home a full two hours ahead of her usu
al time.

     Putting her schoolbooks down on the kitchen counter, Carol 
quietly headed up the stairs to her bedroom.  She was moving slowly, 
deep in thought.  She was thinking about how disappointed she was 
that the track meet had been canceled.  However, her disappointment 
wasn't just over the contest, she realized.  She had also been look
ing forward to changing clothes with the other girls in the locker 
room, and then showering with them after the meet.

     Carol had only recently begun to blossom into womanhood.  Other 
girls in her class had begun developing already.  Marla Brown had 
even started wearing a bra last year.  Some of the kids had accused 
her of wearing falsies but Carol knew Marla's breasts were real.  
Marla had her gym locker right next to Carol's and Carol had the op
portunity to watch Marla develop from flat-chested pre-pubescence 
into succulent, ripe, near-womanhood.

     With growing dismay, Carol saw her own breasts remain flat, un
distinguished little mounds, while Marla's quickly grew into lus-
cious, melon-sized breasts with hard pink nipples right in the cen
ter of each.  Then, suddenly, miraculously, in the course of one 
summer vacation, Carol's breasts had begun to develop also.

     That September, when she returned to school, Carol took advan
tage of every opportunity that afforded itself to compare her 
breasts with the other girls.  Hers were not the biggest breasts in 
the school, she didn't want that, but they were among the best 
shaped and best proportioned among all the others.  Carol was very 
proud of them.

     That was why Carol was feeling disappointed that afternoon.  
She had hoped to use that opportunity to compare herself with the 
girls in the other classes, girls she normally didn't have the op
portunity to change clothes or shower with.  Now, it seemed, she 
might never have that opportunity and she would have to just guess 
what they looked like under their clothes.
     She was also aware, even though it was only a vary faint aware-
ness, that the idea of seeing those other girls with their clothes 
off made her sexually excited.  The first time she had gotten a-
roused was one afternoon after gym class when she and Marla were 
getting out of their gym suits.
     "Oh, darn it!"  Marla's back was turned to Carol.
     "What's wrong, Marla?" Carol asked.
     "It's this stupid bra," Marla said, turning to face her friend.
     Marla was about five feet, four inches tall, a little shorter 
than Carol.  Both girls had fair skin and slender bodies and could 
almost be taken for sisters.  They both had pert little noses set 
above wide, full-lipped mouths.  Each had a naturally innocent, ex
pectant look on her face.  However, Carol's hair was pale, honey-
colored blonde and her eyes ice-blue while Marla's hair was fiery 
red and her eyes mischievous green.
     Marla held the bra in question out for Carol to have a better 
look at it.  Both girls had finished their showers and were getting 
dressed.  Carol was already buttoning her blouse but Marla had so 
far only put on her panties.
     "I don't know what's wrong with it," Marla explained.  "When I 
try to hook it in back, it pinches me in front.  Can you help me, 
please?"
     "Sure," Carol replied, a little uncertainly.  "What do you 
want me to do?"
     Marla looked her long and steady in the eye before answering.  
The delay made Carol think that she wanted to say something other 
than what she finally did say.
     "See if you can hold it down under my boobies while I hook it."
     "Sure."  Carol held down the bottom edge of the bra.
     "No, it's still pinching me," Marla complained, "see if you 
can fix it."
     Obediently, Carol slipped her fingers under the white material 
and pushed her friend's breasts up and out the way.  The contact of 
her fingers against the soft flesh sent electric shocks through her. 
She felt her cheeks glow red.  She cast her eyes down, not wanting 
to let her friend see the excitement and uncertainty she had a-
roused.
     "That's better, thanks, Carol," Marla said as she hooked the 
bra straps together behind her back.  The motion made her breasts 
stick out provocatively in front of her.
     Carol couldn't take her eyes off her friend's voluptuous body.  
She even thought she could see Marla's nipples get hard and stiff 
beneath the soft fabric of her bra.
     Carol had heard about lesbians, women who liked other women and 
not men, but she never thought of herself as one.  That incident 
with Marla, although never repeated, had made her doubt and wonder 
about her own sexuality.  Carol thought she liked boys.  She had 
never dated one, it was true, nor had she ever kissed or even 
touched one, but she always had thought that it was just a matter of 
time.  She was still young, she told herself, practically still a 
kid.  She still had plenty of time.
     Besides, all the boys in her class were still just that, boys.  
They were all too immature to be taken seriously.  And all the older 
boys, well, Carol guessed, they just hadn't gotten around to notic
ing her yet, that was all, she told herself.
     Such were the thoughts that were swimming through Carol's mind 
that afternoon as she climbed the stairs to her room.  She walked 
down the hall, lost in wondering about herself and other girls, her
self and boys, and just herself and sex, when she heard what she 
thought were strange noises coming from Tom's room.
     She couldn't tell what the noises were.  It sounded as if he 
were sick or exercising, or both.  She could hear him groaning as if 
he were in pain, but at the same time he was panting as if he were 
working out or something like that.
     Quietly, Carol crept down the hall to her big brother's room. 
the door was slightly ajar and she put her eye to the crack so she 
could see inside.  What she saw was like nothing she had ever seen 
or imagined before.
     Tom was lying on his back on his bed.  His pants were around 
his knees and his right hand was on his crotch.  In his left hand he 
held a magazine.  Even from across the room, Carol could see he was 
looking at pictures of naked women.
     Tom's right hand started to move and Carol watched in fasci-
nation.  Tom was masturbating himself!  Carol had seen him mastur
bating once before but she had been too scared to say or do anything 
about it at the time.  She had started playing with herself down 
there between her legs, but she didn't know what she was doing, only 
that it felt good.
     Even to her totally inexperienced eyes, Tom's cock looked es
pecially long and thick.  The helmet shaped head was the size and 
color of a ripe plum.  Tom's hand moved up and down, pulling the 
loose skin over the thick shaft in a steady rhythm.
     Carol stared as if she were hypnotized.  She felt rooted to the 
spot.  She couldn't have left if she had wanted to, and she didn't 
want to.  A new sensation was coursing through her body, one she had 
never felt before.
     Carol felt fluttery in her stomach, like butterflies only more 
intense.  At the same time she felt her knees get rubbery and a sen
sation of great heat began to grow in her thighs.  Her little pussy 
was hot and itchy.  She felt she had to touch it, rub it, do some
thing to relieve the burning itch that was growing there.
     She pulled her skirt up to her waist and slipped her hand in
side her panties.  Her fingers moved down her flat belly and found 
the few wisps of pubic hair that had started to grow on her still 
undeveloped pube.
     Involuntarily, Carol gasped with pleasure.  She had never de
liberately touched herself there before.  Only when she was washing 
herself or drying off after a shower had she ever touched her pri
vate spot.  Well, except when she had to dry herself after taking a 
pee, but that didn't count, it was too dirty.
     This was dirty, too, she thought.  But the thought did not stop 
her.  She was too excited by what she saw her big brother doing to 
be able to stop herself from doing the same thing to herself.
     Carol's left hand moved under her panties to join her right 
one.  With the first and second fingers of her left hand, she spread 
open her little pussy lips and with the middle finger of her right 
hand she explored the soft, virgin folds within.
     Involuntarily, she caught her breath, making a sharp gasping 
noise.  She had never thought that simply touching herself could 
feel so good.  She closed her eyes, savoring the new sensation.  But 
when she opened them, Tom was standing at the door, glowering at 
her.
     "What the hell do you think you're doing, you little sneak?"
     "I...I..." was all Carol could manage to stammer.
     They stood there like that for only a moment or two, Tom with 
his dirty magazine in one hand and his cock in the other, his pants 
still around his ankles, and Carol with her skirt up and both hands 
inside her panties.  Finally, they both laughed.  The scene was too 
funny to be taken seriously.
     Soon, they were both lying together on Tom's bed, naked.  At 
first, Carol had felt a little self-conscious about undressing in 
front of her brother but Tom's easy confidence had won her over.
     Without saying anything or even waiting to see how she felt 
about it, Tom had calmly stripped out of his clothing.  He kicked 
off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and undershorts.  Then he 
sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his socks.  Finally he 
pulled his shirt off over his head and lay down on his back.
     Carol sat immobile, watching his every move.  She was painfully 
aware of how much more mature he was than she.  His firm body was 
finely muscled and perfectly proportioned.  There wasn't a single 
hair on his chest or stomach, but a thick bushy growth of fine brown 
hair framed his rigid cock and half covered the tight, wrinkled 
ball-sack below.
     Tom put his hand behind his head and looked at Carol expect-
antly.
     "Now it's your turn, Sis," he said.  "Get undressed."
     Shyly, almost reluctantly, Carol stood up from the bed.  With 
trembling fingers she removed her blouse and skirt.  Then she bent 
over and took off her shoes and socks.
     Tom could see the shape of her firm young breasts within her 
bra when she bent over.  He licked his lips.  He hadn't planned on 
introducing his little sister to sex, but now that it was happening 
he was sure he would enjoy it.
     Carol stopped undressing and just stood there for a moment, 
nervous, unsure of herself, not knowing whether she should continue 
or just leave.  There was something about this that was wrong, she 
knew.  Sex was something that she had heard a little about but not 
enough to understand what was happening.  Sex, however, was some
thing that married people did together, or maybe boyfriends and 
girlfriends did if they were really in love.  But brothers and sis
ters weren't supposed to do it.  She was sure that was called incest 
and that it was wrong.  But something else, she couldn't say exactly 
what, was drawing her on, compelling her to do exactly what Tom 
wanted her to do.  Something was making her like the strange, flut
tery feeling she had in her stomach.
     "Come on, Carol," Tom urged her, "strip.  I got naked for 
you.  I want to see you naked, too."
     With a shy little smile on her pretty pink lips, Carol reached 
behind her and unhooked her bra.  She pulled the white cotton mate
rial away from her chest and let it drop to the floor.  She took a 
deep breath and straightened up, pulling her shoulders back to ac
centuate the high roundness of her firm young breasts.
     Tom drew in his breath.  Carol's tits were even prettier and 
better shaped than he could have hoped.  They were perfect twin 
hemispheres, standing high and proud on her chest.  The nipples were 
hard and pink and perfectly centered in their crinkled pink 
aureoles.
     "Come on," Tom said, almost in a whisper, hypnotized by his 
sister's beauty, "the panties, too.  I want you totally naked."
     Carol trembled slightly.  Something about the way Tom was 
looking at her, something about the way he said "naked" excited her. 
She looked at his cock.  It was still stiff and hard between his 
legs.  It twitched as she looked at it.  It seemed to be beckoning 
her on.  She hooked her thumbs under the waist band of her panties 
and slowly pulled them down.  Slowly and for the first time, Carol's 
virgin pussy came into view before a boy.  A few wisps of blonde 
hair half covered the soft outer lips of her cunt.  As she exposed 
her private parts, Carol felt her little clitoris begin to throb and 
stiffen.  Flushed with embarrassment as well as excitement, Carol 
lowered her eyes, hoping that Tom couldn't see how excited she 
was.  When Tom didn't say or do anything she looked back up and 
continued her self-conscious disrobing.
     Carol watched her brother as she stripped for him.  His eyes 
were fixed on her crotch.  She wriggled her hips slightly as she 
pulled her panties down.  Tom's cock twitched and seemed to grow 
even bigger as she did so.  Tom liked what she was doing!  She 
didn't know how or why, but somehow she was getting her big brother 
as excited as he had gotten her.  This awareness gave her a sense of 
power that she had never experienced before, and she liked it!
     Finally, Carol was as naked as Tom.  She walked over to the 
bed and lay down on it next to her big brother.  She shivered 
slightly and covered her breasts with her hands.  She looked at Bil
ly expectantly and then moved her hands back down to her sides.
     Tom licked his lips and gazed raptly at his sister as she 
slowly exposed her naked ness to his lecherous gaze.  She might be 
virgin, he thought, and she might be scared, but she was a natural 
sex-kitten and he was going to enjoy breaking her in, slowly, one 
step at a time, until she begged him for more.
     "I guess it's time you learned about sex, Carol," Tom said. 
"This is my cock.  Do you want to touch it?" 
     Carol didn't say anything, she was too nervous.  She just 
stared at the massive tool that sprouted out from between her broth
er's legs like a miniature baseball bat.
     "Don't be scared, Carol," Tom reassured the timid young girl. 
"It won't bite."
     Tentatively, she reached out and touched it.  The velvety flesh 
felt incongruously soft to her touch, and hot, hotter than any other 
flesh she had ever felt, except for the heat she had felt in her own 
pussy just moments before.
     Carol's soft, cool fingers grasped Tom's cock just below the 
head.  It twitched convulsively in her small hand.  Frightened she 
pulled back.
     "What's the matter, Carol?  Scared?"  Tom's voice was 
jeering, shaming her into continuing against her moral instincts.
     "No, I'm not scared," the young girl lied.  "It just surprised 
me, that's all."
     "Do you know what I was doing?" Tom asked.
     Carol said nothing.  She looked alternately from her brother's 
handsome face to his rigid cock.  She held it in her tiny fist as 
she had seen him doing and gently pulled the soft skin up and down 
over the stiff shaft.
     "It's called jerking off," Tom said, ignoring her silence.  
"I was jerking off.  Do you want to know why?"
     "Why?"  Carol's voice was barely audible.  She was completely 
engrossed in Tom's cock now.  It was the most fascinating thing 
she had ever seen.  She wanted to learn all she could about it.  
There was something about it, she didn't know what, that made her 
feel all funny between her legs.  She had a nearly overpowering urge 
to touch her pussy again.  She didn't know why, only that she wanted 
to.
     "When a guy jerks off," Tom continued, "he makes his sperm 
shoot out.  It's called come, jizz, scum, and a lot of other things. 
When it squirts out, that's called coming.  It feels real good. 
Would you like to see me come, Carol?"
     "Sure, I guess," the girl replied.
     "Okay, only, you'll have to do it for me," he said.
     "What do you mean?"
     "I mean you'll have to jerk me off if you want to see me come.  
It feels a lot better to have girl do it than to do it myself."
     "But I don't know how, Tom."
     "Well, I'll show you, Carol.  That's what big brothers are for. 
You just grab a hold of it like this..."  He took her hand and 
placed in on the shaft of his throbbing cock.  "Then you move it up 
and down like this..."  He guided Carol's small fist in a gentle 
rhythm.
     "Wait, Tom, it's hard for me to reach you like this and I 
can't see."
     "Well, then move so you can reach me."
     Carol settled herself comfortably at her brother's side.  She 
sat cross-legged at his hips facing his crotch.  She took his cock 
in her right hand.  She could hardly reach her fingers around the 
thick, swollen shaft.
     "That's good, baby," Tom said.  "Now jerk me off like I 
showed you."
     Carol moved her hand up and down on her brother's prick, moving 
the loose skin in a gentle steady rhythm.
     "Yeah, that's it, Carol, that's it," Tom moaned.  "I'm gonna 
come for you, just like you want me to."
     Carol stared at Tom's cock, fascinated by it, and by the pow
er she had over it.  She loved the feel of the soft, velvety skin 
moving over the steel-hard shaft.  As she moved her hand faster, she 
saw the bulbous head grow bigger and even more swollen with each 
stroke.
     She gripped the shaft tighter and slowed the movements of her 
hand.  She held this cock just below he purple helmet and squeezed.  
Tom moaned and tossed his head from side to side on the pillow.  A 
drop of clear liquid appeared at the piss-hole.  With her left fore-
finger, Carol touched the droplet.  It was hot and oily to her 
touch.  She smeared it around Tom's swollen cock-head.  The slimy, 
oily feel of it excited her even more.
     "Is this scum, Tom?" she asked in her high, piping voice.
     "Not yet, Carol," Tom moaned.  "Keep pumping.  Keep jerking 
me off.  I'll give you my jizz, lots of it.  I'll come for you, Cin-
dy, just jerk me some more, I'm almost there."
     Carol renewed her pumping with enthusiasm.  Seeing Tom in 
such transports of pleasure thrilled her as she had never been 
thrilled before.  She felt her pussy getting hot and wet just watch
ing him.  Feeling him in her hand gave her even greater pleasure.
     "Are you coming yet, Tom?" she asked breathlessly.  "Come for 
me now, Tom," she urged him.
     "Yes, Carol, yes!" Tom gasped.
     His cock erupted in Carol's hand.  Great white streams of come 
shot from his prick and flew through the air.  One hit Carol in the 
cheek, another landed on her breast and a third splattered on her 
thigh.  Carol squealed with pleasure at seeing the physical evidence 
of the success of her ministrations to her brother's desires.
     Tom kept moaning and coming.  Drops of come splashed on his 
chest and stomach and thighs.  Carol's hand was covered with the 
hot, milky fluid but she kept on pumping his prick anyway.  She kept 
milking her brother's cock until he had no more come to give her.