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Subject: New Story: Little Sister (teen/inc/mf/cons)
A new story, my contribution to the the signal to noise ratio.
WARNING: YOU MUST BE OVER 18 TO READ THIS STORY!
This story contains explicit sexual situations, including incest,
although it is definitely nonviolent and consensual.
It is also between older teenagers, age 16 and 17.
If that ain't your cup of tea, please move on now.
This is an absolute work of fiction, no resemblance to anyone, living or
dead, is intended.
All feedback is welcome!
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last chance to turn back....
Little Sister
"Little Sister....along the way the road gets turned and twisted...
But I'm only half a heart away...."
"Little Sister" Concrete Blonde
Looking back, Brian could not say for sure why he started it, why
he whispered his sister's name in the dark. More than anything he was
annoyed--annoyed that his parents hadn't finished fixing up the guest
room before Grandma and Grandpa came to visit, annoyed that it was him
ejected from his room, stuck here on the floor of his sister's room.
Annoyed most of all that he was wide awake while her slowing, deepening
breathing announced that she was falling asleep. He thought of what he
would usually do to help himself sleep and sighed with frustration.
"Ange," he whispered. No answer.
"Angela..." a little louder. "Angela!"
"Mmmf?" was the groggy answer.
"Are you awake?" he asked inanely.
"No...."
"I can't sleep," he told her. He felt like a little kid, not a
seventeen-year-old boy--no, nearly a man. He was almost whining, and
enjoying the feeling of being cranky just to disrupt everyone else's good
time, the same way he did when he was four.
"Well, I can," Angela answered testily, and rolled away from the
edge of the bed.
What a jerk! Brian sat up and glared at her in the blackness.
"C'mon, sis, this air mattress sucks," although he had found it more or
less fine a few minutes before. "I'll never get to sleep."
Angela gave an exaggerated sigh. "You know the deal. I get the
bed for two days then we switch. Then it will be Thursday and you can
have your own room back. I know you hate losing your room. I hate
losing my privacy too. But it's only four days. I'm sure you can tough
it out, big brother." The last sentence was sarcastic and condescending
enough to jack up his annoyance another level.
He pushed the covers away and leaned on the edge of her bed. He
had no idea what he was doing til the words popped out of his mouth. "Let
me lie down up there, just for a few minutes. There's plenty of room,
it's a double bed..." She had rolled back over when she felt his weight
on the side of her bed. Now he could sort of make out her "You have got
to be kidding" look and realized his eyes were adjusting to the
darkness. He frowned. When had they gotten so impatient with each
other? They were usually bickering about something, or teasing each
other and not very kindly either. Words like "geek" and "airhead" flew
back and forth routinely, and occasionally, when Mom and Dad weren't
around, "bitch" and "asshole" found their way into their fights. But he
could remember only a few years ago when they could happily spend the
entire afternoon working on a jigsaw puzzle or playing Monopoly, her
blonde head almost touching his reddish-blond one as they hunched over
what they were doing. He had taken more than one good beating defending
her from neighborhood bullies.
Now, however, all he wanted to do was throw her to the bullies
himself. Where did she get off being so snotty with him? Just to show
her that he could, he climbed up on the side of her bed and sat there,
wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. She reacted predictably. "Gross,
get off my bed you geek!" and started kicking at him underneath the
covers. He casually reached out one hand and through the blanket and
sheet, grasped both her ankles and held her still. He moved a little
further onto the bed.
(What are you doing? a warning voice, a Voice of Reason in his
head asked. Good question--just entertaining himself in his wide-awake
boredom and irritation by reminding his little sister who was still the
boss, he decided.)
Angela, meanwhile, had sat all the way up, covers falling to her
waist and her thin nightgown clearly outlining her small breasts in the
dimness. He didn't have time to notice that much, though, because she
started flailing at him with her hands, trying to kick her legs loose,
and hissing furiously, "What are you doing? Stop it right now! Get off
me!" as she did so.
She didn't have much chance of working loose but Brian suddenly
became concerned about the amount of noise she was making. While his
mind was insisting (loudly) that this was all perfectly innocent, at the
same time the last thing he wanted in the entire universe was for his
mother or father to check in. Without thinking about it he leaned his
weight onto her more, pushing her back to the bed under him, and put a
hand over her mouth.
He immediately realized this had been a big mistake as he became
completely hard and aroused. Sudden visions of tearing off both the
covers and Angela's nightgown told him that this had definitely gone
beyond any definition of innocent teasing. He also realized that he
liked the look of concern and fear (was it fear? maybe a little...) in
her eyes above his hand. (What's up with THAT?, the increasingly shrill
Voice of Reason wanted to know. I don't know but I don't want to think
about that right now, he told it.) His current concern was still mainly
not getting in trouble or caught in a compromising situation.
Angela was snuffling a little on each rapid inhalation, as his
hand partially obscured her nose as well as her mouth. He eased up a bit
and she closed her eyes with relief as she could pull in a decent
breath. Brian decided to try to play this out casually. "Don't make any
noise," he whispered. "I'll let go of you. I didn't mean to scare
you." He removed his hand a little, experimentally, and when she didn't
holler for help or anything, he pulled it away completely. But he left
his weight on her a little longer. "Just wanted to remind you that I can
still beat you at wrestling any time I want to. Little sister..." he
told her a bit smugly, and began to move away. (See? Everything's
cool... he told the Voice of Reason.)
But then Angela made one smartass comment that changed
everything. "Yeah but you didn't used to get hardons when you wrestled,
jerkface." Her smirk and the way she bucked her body to push away the
offending erection crumbled the last of his self-control. He brought his
full weight back down on her and held her pinned. Her struggle didn't
help her situation at all, only arousing him more and working the covers
that were still between them further and further down. Now she could
feel his hardness that much more clearly, with only the flimsy fabric of
his shorts and her gown between them.
He grasped both her wrists in one hand and held them over her
head. Her breathing was coming in rapid gasps now, was it fear and
adrenaline from fighting or...something else? He burrowed his head
between her neck and shoulder, near her ear and she squirmed. "Yeah, I
have a hardon, so what?" he breathed, and pushed it, harder, against her
leg. (At this, the Voice of Reason threw up its figurative hands and
signed off for the duration. It was a lost cause.) "So what?" he
repeated. "I've seen you looking at me there. I know you like the fact
that all those short shorts you wear so much tease me and frustrate the
hell out of me. And I know you know what you walked in on when you
caught me in my room last month. Did you see it, Angela? Did you see my
cock?" (I've just said that word out loud for the first time in my life,
Brian thought. What am I doing?) But he couldn't stop himself. "Did
you see it? Did you think about it in here, in the dark? Did you touch
yourself? Did you think of me and touch yourself?"
At his last question, Angela stopped moving or struggling. She
froze. Holy shit, Brian thought, she did! He lost it completely then.
He began kissing the side of her neck. "Oh, God, you feel so good..." he
told her, inhaling her scent, part soap and shampoo from her shower that
evening, part just her. He sprawled on her a little more, her nightgown
beginning to ride up. He collided with the massive pile of stuffed
animals that still took up half her bed. (What's with all the stuffed
animals? he wondered, not for the first time. She's sixteen for crying
out loud.)
"Brian....." Angela said hoarsely. Not fear, no...definitely
something else in her voice now. "Brian....God, Brian, you have to stop
this. Please...."
"Ange...I can't. I need to touch you, just a little more.
You're so soft....." He nuzzled her again, her neck and shoulder and
face as her rapid breathing filled his ears. He let go of her hands,
ready to move away when she inevitably pushed him off.
But she didn't. Instead her hands snaked around his back and
pulled him down tighter. "Oh, God..." he moaned. He knew they were well
into the danger zone now and there was not one thing he could do about it.
His hands found her breasts and she gasped. Her nipples were as
hard as pebbles. He squeezed them slightly and she made little noises.
He couldn't stand it any more. He pulled up her nightgown and ran his
hand up her flat belly, now slightly sweaty. He stroked her breasts,
fascinated by how they felt after imagining it for so long (and always
grimly insisting to himself that it wasn't *Angela's* breasts he was
imagining). He had to taste them. He lowered his head and licked a
nipple. She arched her back and he drew it into his mouth, sucking
gently. Her moans became steady and he could feel her hips moving
underneath him. His other hand began to wander across her stomach, back
down, lower....
"Jesus, Brian, we have to stop this! You're my brother! " Angela
was gasping between moans.
"I know, I know, but it feels so good, Ange. Just a little
more. One more minute and we'll stop I promise. Oh...." his hand had
moved down to her thigh and then back up between her legs. She was not
just wet. She was soaked; he brushed his hand against the outside of her
panties and it came way glistening. He had to know what she felt like.
He worked his finger between her panties and her skin and his finger slid
in effortlessly. She immediately began squeezing and moving back and
forth on his finger. "You are so warm, it's like...I don't know what
it's like, it's like heaven, Ange. I don't ever want to stop touching
you..."
Angela gave no sign of hearing. Her head was back and she was
moaning continuously , if quietly. Some part of both of them was still
coherent enough to be careful of getting caught. Her hands, which had
been caressing his back aimlessly, began to wander blindly lower, over
his ass, which made him moan in turn. Now they were moving to his
front. Oh, God, if she touched him there, he was lost. He knew it.
"Angela...." he began to say, and then her hands found him, first through
the shorts and then one hand reaching into the flap to encircle him and
hold him. Her hand was so warm. He thought he might die right there.
He thought if he did he wouldn't care.
"Wow...." she was whispering. "It's...so hard." She was
stroking him gently and her voice pushed him over the edge. He began
clawing at her panties, pulling them down. She simultaneously shook her
head and lifted her hips, making it easier for him even as she told him
no. He realized then that for the last five minutes they had been
depending on the other to stop it, to reassert reason and sanity and keep
it from going any further. He realized then that they weren't going to stop.
Then somehow both their clothes were completely out of the way
and he could not piece together another coherent thought as he felt her
warm wetness with his bare skin. She was moving against him too. His
cock began sliding easily, naturally, into her opening and her eyes flew
open. "Brian....I, um....I never have!" she sounded a little frantic.
He grew still. "Neither have I...."
She looked puzzled. "I thought...I thought...with Julie..."
"We fooled around a lot but we never did, you know, go all the
way. Anyway, what about you and Kevin?"
"The same." They both laughed as they realized that they both
had frustratedly imagined what they were sure the other had been doing,
and as they laughed they relaxed slightly and Brian slipped further in.
In an instant the urgency returned. Her arms went up around him and he
found himself even further inside her. He realized what they were doing
but there was no way he wanted to stop. Still.... "Angela.....if you
want me to stop, say so right now." He could hear in his voice how
closely he was balanced on the edge of control.
Angela looked into his eyes and said clearly, "Don't stop." With
a moan and a sigh he let himself go, falling into her in one long
stroke. He guessed she had been fooling around pretty seriously with
Kevin because there didn't seem to be any pain. Thank God, he thought.
I don't think I could handle that. Then instinct took over and they were
kissing, tongues around each other's and he was moving slowly in and out
of her. Trying to stay in some sort of control. But she didn't let him.
She pushed her hips up against his and then her legs were somehow behind
him, around his ass and she was pulling him down, faster and harder, and
he realized she was mumbling something, and it was
"don'tstopdon'tstopohgoddon'tstop..." and he was unable to control the
pace anymore, he was just going, just going and then he could feel her
around him, she was pulsing around him, oh god is that what it feels
like? and then he was going too, it was like falling over a cliff there
was no way to stop it but oh damn it felt so good.....
And just then the Voice of Reason showed back up, long enough to
shriek one word at him, very loudly. The word was, "BABY!" and without
even thinking about it Brian hauled himself out of his sister, at the
very last second, and fell onto her stomach as he came, feeling the
liquid warmth beneath him.
He had no idea how long they lay like that but he suspected that
she knew what he did, as soon as they moved they would have to start
thinking about what they had just done and neither one wanted that just
yet. Finally, as her stomach began to feel itchy and not just warm, she
pushed him slightly. He got up immediately and went over to her door,
coming back with her bath towel to clean both of them off. She looked at
him quietly as he did so and he simultaneously wanted desperately to know
what she was thinking, and dreaded it.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
" I think I passed okay a while back. It was incredible. But if
you mean about the other stuff...yes, I think I'm okay."
"Do you hate me?"
She shook her head. "God, no. How could I? I wanted to just as
much." She bit her lip. "It's just that...Brian, we can't ever do this
again. Once was an accident, twice would be...would be different."
He nodded. But he wasn't as sure as she was that deciding that
they couldn't would make it so. Suddenly he was tired and the air
mattress looked even less inviting that it had an hour earlier.
"Sis? I don't want to sleep on the floor."
She smiled and pulled him back down to the bed, the towel sliding
off to the floor. She swept impatiently behind her and the big pile of
stuffed animals followed. She moved over to make room for him. "Big
brother, did you seduce me just to get out of sleeping on the air mattress?"
He pulled her close in his arms. "Absolutely not....Just a nice
fringe benefit." She laughed and he hugged her. He could feel himself
starting to drift away and from her breathing she was too. Everything
would be different tomorrow but right now...right now was perfect.
He struggled back from the edge of unconsciousness for one more
second. "Angela...I love you."
"...love you too..." she mumbled and then they were both asleep.
END