Archive name: 8enough.txt (mf,inc,first)
 Authors name: Uncle Mike
 Story title : 8 IS ENOUGH: And Two's Not Bad, Either
                                

 In a house with eight kids it's hard to find time
 alone. Heck, it's impossible. It's hard enough just
 to avoid being in a real crowd.

 So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister
 Elizabeth in the room with me when we were watching
 this old movie on TV.

 Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Brad-
 ford. I'm 14, and, like I said, I'm one of eight kids.
 And Elizabeth's one of my sisters - I'd say one of my
 older sisters, but they're all older than me. I'm the
 baby of the family except for Nicholas, and he doesn't
 count because he's just 8. Anyway, Elizabeth's just a
 year older than me, and for a lot of years we were the
 tail end of the family, so we're used to spending time
 together. I mean, we argue and stuff like regular
 brothers and sisters, but we're also used to confiding
 in each other and asking for advice.

 I never paid too much attention to what she looked
 like - heck, she was my sister, right? But some of
 the older guys in school asked me about her a few
 times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in her.
 She doesn't look too bad, for a sister, I mean. She
 dresses OK, and she's not real thin or real fat -
 although she's always saying she could stand to lose
 a few pounds. And a couple of the guys who asked about
 her said they really like her hair - it's long, almost
 to her waist. And she smiles a lot.

 So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me
 alone in the house, watching TV. Most of the other
 kids were out doing one thing or another, and Mom and
 Dad and Nicholas were over at one of our relatives.
 Elizabeth and me would have had to go to, but we'd
 been out that morning - me working on a school project
 with some of my buddies, Elizabeth doing something
 with her friends. So we lucked out and Nicholas got
 stuck going alone.

 So we're watching TV, right? And we couldn't agree on
 what to watch, so we flipped a coin to see who could
 pick first. I lost, and Elizabeth picked this old
 movIe. I said that wasn't fair because the thing was
 gonna be on for like two hours, and by then somebody
 else might have come home, or even Mom and Dad, and I
 wouldn't get my chance. But she just giggled and said
 she'd won fair and square. Which was true, so I gave
 up. I could've just gone to my room or something, but
 the movie didn't look too bad when it started - some
 guy walked into a dark alley and got blown away in the
 first five minutes - so I watched with her.

 It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole
 movie, or even beaten up. And the cop investigating
 the murder fell in love with this woman he talked to,
 the victim's sister. So I was starting to lose
 interest.

 But then the cop and the woman are about to say good
 night, and he kissed her. I mean, he kissed her good.
 I leaned forward and I might have even scooted forward
 on the couch a little. It used to be, just a couple
 of years ago, I would have thought that stuff was
 junk. But I'll admit I'm interested in some of the
 girls at school. Only I wasn't sure what to do. I'd
 never kissed a girl - not a real one, anyway, just
 Mom and aunts and stuff.

 So I'm watching real careful to see just what the cop
 does - like, does he open his mouth? And do you aim
 right for the center of her mouth, or off to the side,
 or what?

 I must have been really into it, because when I felt
 a touch on my shoulder I jumped up and almost fell
 onto the coffee table. And Elizabeth started laughing
 so hard I thought she'd pee in her pants.

 Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing,
 she started teasing me about paying so much attention
 to the kissing. And I guess I blushed.

 "Tommy! Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl."

 I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her.

 I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the
 teasing left her voice. "No, really?" she goes. "Oh,
 Tommy, I'm sorry I made fun of you. I just thought -
 really?"

 I told her I'd thought about it some times, but I just
 didn't know how to do it - you know what I mean. She
 giggled, and I must have blushed again. I was feeling
 pretty dumb.

 Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around
 me. "Look," she said, "if you really want to know how
 to kiss, how about if - well, if you practiced on me?
 I promise I won't tell anyone."

 I wasn't sure, but then I thought about how it would
 probably be easier to get over having done something
 dumb with Elizabeth than with some girl from school.
 Heck, I'd done lots of dumb stuff that she knew about.
 What more could this hurt?

 So I asked her what I was supposed to do.

 She smiled. She's got cute dimples when she does that.
 "Well, uh, I guess you should put your arms around me,"
 she said, so I did. Elizabeth felt softer than most of
 my aunts.

 "Now just kiss me," she said. "You know how. C'mon,
 you've kissed Mom."

 So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek,
 but she turned her head at the last second so I landed
 on her mouth. I pecked at it and sat back.

 She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she
 was laughing inside. "You said you wouldn't make fun
 of me," I said. I was a little angry.

 "It's just," she started to say, and then she stopped
 for a second. "You're right, I said I wouldn't. Look,
 maybe I should give you a few tips first. I'm no expert
 or anything, but try this. Don't close your lips so
 tight. Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And, for
 heaven's sake, don't jump away like you got an electric
 shock. Take your time!"

 We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better,
 I could tell. Her lips pressed right against mine and
 we hugged each other and it felt pretty good.

 Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice
 a little more until she was sure I had it right, then
 she said I was ready for any girl in the school.

 That's when I started to ask a question, but I stopped.
 It was something I'd heard the other guys talking
 about, but it sounded kind of silly to me. But Eliza-
 beth made me go ahead anyway.

 So I asked her, wasn't there something you were sup-
 posed to do with your tongue?

 I figured she'd start laughing at how dumb I was, but
 she didn't. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows.
 "Who told you about that?" she wanted to know. Just
 some guys, I said.

 Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and
 she told me to kiss her like before and let her show
 me. This time when we pressed our lips together, she
 slipped her tongue between my lips and right into my
 mouth! For a second I thought it was gross, but I had
 to admit it did feel good. And then she said we should
 try again, and this time I should push my tongue
 against hers, too. So we did that.

 I didn't realize it, but while we were kissing I had
 gotten a hard-on. If I'd known it I would've stopped
 right away, because I'd always been really embarrassed
 about that kind of stuff; I really hated it when Dad
 sat me down for the birds- and-bees talk. But I was
 concentrating on kissing, so I didn't know. And Eliza-
 beth and I kissed a few more times, slipping our
 tongues into each other's mouths. I guess we were
 holding each other pretty tight, too. I remember I
 could feel the strap of her bra through the back of
 her blouse. And on the third or fourth kiss, instead
 of just backing away we kind of slid our faces side-
 ways, and I was kissing her neck while she was kissing
 mine. It felt really good.

 When we sat back after that, Elizabeth's face was a
 little red, and she seemed to be breathing funny. I
 felt a little odd myself, kind of hot inside.

 And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell
 open. I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and
 there was a big, dark stain right in the middle of my
 crotch, right where there was a big bulge from my cock.
 Boy, was I embarrassed.

 Elizabeth said she thought we'd better stop there,
 that I'd had enough practice, and I agreed.

 That night, I had a dream about her. I don't remember
 exactly what happened, but when I woke up I'd cum in
 my shorts.

 The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another
 it was impossible to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought
 about her all day. Finally, after dinner, I was able to
 pull her aside and suggest we slip out the back door
 for a little while.

 I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was
 afraid she'd still be upset about my having a hard-on
 the last time, but it turned out she'd been trying to
 find a way to ask me the same question. We figured we
 couldn't stay out there in the dark too long before
 someone noticed we were missing, but we did kiss and
 hug a little.

 After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance
 to sneak a kiss. Like I said, in a family with eight
 kids there aren't a lot of chances to be alone, so we
 didn't get together nearly as often as I wanted.

 But each time we could, we'd sneak away, just the two
 of us. I remember one time, we were kissing and I had
 my hands around Elizabeth's waist, and then I started
 rubbing her back. I wasn't planning anything, really I
 wasn't. But as my hands kept rubbing I slid along her
 side and touched her breast. Well, I touched her bra -
 and that through her blouse. But she didn't jerk away
 or anything, she just kept kissing.

 After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I
 could, even when we couldn't get away - I'd just slip
 my hand around her when we were doing thedishes, or
 something, and no one else was watching.

 That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were
 kissing and I was stroking her through her blouse and
 Elizabeth asked if I didn't want to get closer. She
 pulled her blouse out of her jeans and I put my hand  
 underneath. Her skin was really smooth and soft, and
 warm, too. I remember running my fingertips over her
 side and touching her bra cup. It was stiff and
 scratchy, and I didn't think she could feel anything
 under it. But when I put my hand on it she moaned a
 little and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth.

 It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do
 much more. I let her put her hands inside my shirt,
 and she even stuck them down the back of my jeans once
 or twice and cupped my butt, which felt kinda weird.

 The fact is, by that time I wasn't thinking about
 other girls, just being with my sister. That may not
 sound right, but I don't think either one of us thought
 we were doing anything wrong. I mean, we were just
 kissing, after all. And with so little time we couldn't
 even think about anything else.

 Finally, after like a month or two, we got another
 chance to be alone for more than a few minutes. It was
 a Saturday night, and we'd finished all our homework,
 so Mom and Dad let us stay up late watching TV - after
 everyone else had gone to bed.

 We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and
 Elizabeth put her arm around me and pulled me in close
 and we started kissing. We were really going at it hot
 and heavy, I guess. I pulled her blouse out of her
 pants and she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits. I
 could feel my cock pressing hard against my jeans, but
 I was used to that by now.

 I don't even know what the movie was about. We didn't
 pay any attention. Mostly because we were kissing, of
 course, and then we were keeping one eye on the stairs
 to make sure no one woke up and found us down there.

 But then we started licking each other's neck and
 stuff, and Elizabeth leaned back until she was on her
 back and I was on top of her. With her on her back
 like that, her bra was loose and without really knowing
 it I slipped my hand inside and got my first feel of a
 real live breast! This will sound dumb, but it wasn't
 as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I didn't
 realize that it was the bra that was so stiff, not
 what was underneath. I mean, I knew there weren't any
 bones or anything there, but I just never thought it
 would feel so good.

 When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister's
 breast, it all kind of hit me at once, what I was
 doing, and I pulled my hand out of there fast. But
 Elizabeth grabbed hold of my arm before I could pull
 it out from underneath her blouse.

 "You can do that," she told me, and I didn't need to
 be asked twice. So we kept on kissing, and I was
 fondling my sister's tits. I guess it's no surprise
 that my cock was as hard as a flagpole, especially
 since I was right on top of her. By that time she'd
 swung her legs up onto the couch and I was right in
 between them, holding myself off of her with one hand
 while the other was busy.

 Well, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we
 were doing, I just automatically started rubbing it
 against her. I mean, who wouldn't, right?

 So Elizabeth, she says, "Hey, what are you doing?" And
 I asked her what she meant, and she said down there.
 And I got all embarrassed again, but she said it was
 all right.

 Then she asked me if it didn't hurt, my jeans being so
 tight, and I said yeah, it did.

 "Well, why don't you slide them down, then?" she said.

 I said I didn't know if I should. She said I could do
 what I wanted, but she was gonna slide her pants down
 because she wanted to rub herself too.

 I didn't know girls did that. I don't think any of the
 guys in school knew, either, because none of them ever
 mentioned it. But Elizabeth said she sometimes played
 with herself after we got through kissing because I'd
 gotten her so hot.

 Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and
 how I'd done myself too. She said she thought that made
 her feel really sexy, and I told her I was getting
 pretty hot thinking about how I'd made her feel, too.
 So we both undid our pants and slipped them down around
 our ankles.

 Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really
 smooth. I was glad I just had on my white boxers, not
 any of the ones Mom had got me last Christmas, the ones
 with the polka dots or the race cars. We both laughed
 when we saw the matching stains on the fronts of her
 panties and my shorts.

 Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on
 top of her again, and I started rubbing against her.
 We started kissing again and stuff, too.

 I guess just rubbing isn't enough for girls, because
 Elizabeth put her hand down there and stuck it inside
 her panties. I would've put my hand on my dick, too,
 but I didn't have one free, 'cause I was feeling her
 up again.

 Since I couldn't touch my cock, I wasn't getting much
 satisfaction out of it, so I started rubbing harder.
 Next thing you know, I'm rubbing so hard that the head
 of my dick pokes right out the top of my shorts.

 I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn't notice, and for a while
 she didn't. She stopped kissing me and put her head to
 the side and just groaned softly and then all of a
 sudden she jerked back and forth a few times.

 I asked her if she was all right and she giggled.

 "I came," she told me. "That's what a girl's orgasm is
 like. And that was a good one, too. How about you?"

 Before I could say anything, she started to pull her
 hand out of her panties and it brushed against the tip
 of my dick. I said I was sorry.

 "For what?" she said. And then she put her hand right
 on my cock!

 I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it
 felt so good. Her fingers were real soft and kinda
 slippery - from fingering herself, I guess. I'd never
 felt anything like that before; it was way better than
 when I jacked myself off.

 But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right,
 us doing that, being brother and sister. She asked me
 if I didn't like it. Of course, I had to say I did.
 Then she said that it wasn't much different than just
 kissing, since we were just touching - and hadn't I
 touched her breasts? Well, sure, I had, and that made
 sense to me. Besides, it felt too good with her hand
 rubbing along my shaft for me to ask her to stop.

 So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers
 brushed over the sides of the helmet, I thought I would
 die. But after she'd rubbed a little longer it just
 felt right and pretty soon I felt something happening.
 I tried to warn her, but the cum just shot right out of
 me and splattered over her hand and onto her stomach.

 We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my
 clothes back and got her a towel from the kitchen to
 wipe herself off. By then the movie was over and we
 figured we'd better go up to bed.

 The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of
 the family when Nicholas almost got us in big trouble.
 It turned out that while Elizabeth and me were really
 going at it, he'd gotten up and started to come down-
 stairs to raid the fridge, and he saw me on top of her.

 When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he'd seen us
 on the couch, I was freaking. I snuck a peek at Eliza-
 beth, and her face was white. What were we going to
 say?

 Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn't under-
 stand what he saw. He said we were fighting. Elizabeth
 cut him off real quick and said we were just having a
 pillow fight, and Mom told Nicholas not to be a snitch.
 Was I relieved!

 That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay
 away from each other, but she did manage to slip me a
 note. It said that we should probably play it cool for
 a few days. I winked at her to show I agreed.

 The next few days were awful, not being able to hold
 her or kiss her or anything. I spent my nights jacking
 off in my bed, thinking about her.

 When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just
 for a few seconds, enough for a quick kiss; we didn't
 even have time to talk. But as we split up again, 
 Elizabeth whispered to me. "Write me a note," she said.

 So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the
 time, and how I had dreams about her, and how I missed
 our kissing. I slipped it to her when we were all
 having dinner.

 The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she
 thought about me, too. That made me feel really ter-
 rific. And she said she couldn't wait until we could
 be together again, which went double for me.

 But for the next couple of weeks, we didn't get in a
 single kiss. We both agreed that after the Nicholas
 thing we should play it cool, at least as far as any
 late-night stuff. And we didn't want anyone to notice
 us going off by ourselves all the time.

 As it turned out, though, that didn't mean we couldn't
 do anything.

 It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and
 me were sitting next to each other. I was really in
 agony, having her so close that I could smell the
 flowery soap she used but not being able to touch her
 or anything. She had a white cotton blouse on and she'd
 left the top two buttons open, so when she bent over a
 little I could see her breasts hiding in her bra. I
 wanted to just yank open that blouse and grab hold of
 them.

 With all that going on in my head, it's no wonder my
 cock was getting stiff. I didn't think anyone would
 notice, with it under the table, but I think Elizabeth
 may have guessed.

 Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt
 something on my crotch. I looked down right away and
 saw Elizabeth's hand under the tablecloth. I felt her
 undoing my zipper.

I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to
 noticing anything going on. It was tough to keep a
 straight face while my sister slid her hand into my
 pants and pulled my hard shaft out and starting
 jacking me off. My dad asked me to pass the butter
 and it took two or three tries before he got my atten-
 tion. Elizabeth just giggled and kept on.

 When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down
 there and pushed her away. No way was I gonna cum with
 my cock waving in the air like that, and get it all
 over my pants. As it was, I just got it stuffed back
 into my shorts when I exploded, and I had to wolf down
 the rest of my food and skip dessert so I could go
 clean myself up.

 After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it
 wasn't fair that she could jack me off in front of
 everybody and I couldn't get a hand on her breasts
 unless we were alone. She sent a note right back.
 "You'll think of something," it said.

 It was later that week that I finally figured out what
 she meant. In the meantime, she sent me another note
 saying she missed our sessions so much that she'd
 gotten a vibrator to help herself out. I didn't know
 what that was at first, but when I sent a note back
 she drew me a picture. She said one of the girls at
 school ordered a bunch from some catalog. Elizabeth
 wrote that she kept hers in her locker at school, and
 when she did herself in the bathroom she would think
 about me. God, that made me get a hard-on just think-
 ing about it. I told her so, and she wrote back that
 she'd prefer me to the vibrator any time. If found out
 what she meant that night.

 A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth
 and Nicholas all sitting together on the couch. She
 had on a sweatsuit, which made her look kind of lumpy
 - but I still remembered what was underneath. Anyway,
 she said she was cold and grabbed a blanket and threw
 it over her lap - and then she asked if I wasn't a
 little chilled, too. I was too dumb to figure it out
 then, but luckily Nicholas, who was sitting on the
 other side of me, said he was - so Elizabeth spread
 the blanket over all our laps.

 In a little while she reached underneath the blanket
 and grabbed my hand and guided it over to her lap.
 When she tucked my hand under the waistband of her
 sweatpants I got the idea.

 My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I
 figured was like the one above my cock. And then I
 felt some folds of skin. They were already a little
 wet. I didn't know where I was going, but Elizabeth
 guided me a little and pretty soon I had worked a
 couple of fingers into her hole and they got really
 slick from her juices. I wasn't sure what to do then,
 but I started pushing my fingers in and out and I
 could hear Elizabeth's breathing getting shallow so
 I figured I was on the right track. Once I started
 rubbing faster but Nicholas looked over when he felt
 the blanket shaking, so I had to slow down. It took
 awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked a few
 times and then she pulled my hand away, letting me
 wipe it on the inside of her sweatpants first.

 So even though we couldn't get away by ourselves, my
 sister and I did get a few chances to do each other -
 when we were with the rest of the family! It was so
 hot.

 Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran
 into her at night in the hallway as we were both going
 to the bathroom. We figured that it was so late no one
 else would notice, so we snuck into the toilet
 together. The door was hardly closed before Elizabeth
 was all over me, pulling my cock out of my pajamas and
 planting her lips right on mine. And I was giving it
 back, too. I put my hand down her panties and stuck my
 tongue in her mouth. It felt so good to be with her
 again, without having to hide what we were doing. I
 was so hot for her I came right away, although I kept
 diddling her for a few minutes before she could cum.

 I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said
 she felt exactly the same. Then she asked me if I
 really meant what I wrote in my notes, that I thought
 about her all the time, especially when I was jacking
 off.

 Sure, I said, all the time.

 Did I ever think about her being ... naked?

 Yeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what
 she looked like, especially ever since that night she
 put my hand inside her pants. Elizabeth smiled and said
 would I like to find out for real? I thought she was
 gonna strip right then, but she said we should go back
 to our rooms before anyone noticed. But if I really
 wanted to see her naked, she said, I should just wait
 and see what happened the next night after dinner. She
 wouldn't tell me any more.

 All that day in school I was going around with a per-
 manent hard-on, thinking about getting to see my sister
 in the nude. I figured she had a great body, from what
 I'd been able to see of it and what I'd felt. I was a
 little worried about her maybe wanting to see me nude
 too. I'm kind of scrawny and I figured she'd be disap-
 pointed, and maybe she wouldn't want to make out with
 me any more. But I tried to stop thinking about that
 and just concentrate on her.

 After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I
 raced through it to make sure I would be downstairs as
 soon as I could. I didn't know what to expect, but I
 didn't want to risk missing out on whatever it was.
 There was no way Elizabeth was gonna show me any skin
 with everybody else around, unless maybe she'd figured
 out some way to do it where no one but me could see.
 But I figured if she did that I probably wouldn't be
 able to do much touching, and that would be a pain. I
 knew that once I saw her naked I'd want to kiss and
 lick every inch of her.

 When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs
 two at a time going down, but nothing seemed to be
 happening. Elizabeth was just reading a book, and Mom
 was sorting through some mail while Dad balanced the
 checkbook. My sister gave me a wink when I came down,
 but she didn't say anything. I flipped on the TV and
 sat back to see what would happen.

 When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up
 but Elizabeth came up and stopped her.

 My sister said that she'd had an offer from one of her
 teachers to babysit their kids New Year's Eve, which
 was just a couple of weeks away. Mom cross-examined her
 about who the teacher was and how old the kids were -
 four-year-old twins - and how late she'd be. Elizabeth
 said she was supposed to be over there at six and they
 weren't expected back until two or three in the morn-
 ing, so she would sleep over.

 Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and
 even asked Dad what he thought. He said he didn't like
 the idea of her being alone with those kids for so long
 on New Year's, when who knew what people would be
 doing.

 That's when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she
 had someone else with her. Mom said it would be all
 right as long as it was some friend they knew and
 could trust. My sister said she couldn't ask any of
 her friends because then she'd have to split the pay
 - so how about if I came along?

 I must have looked really surprised, because Dad
 laughed and said it didn't look like I was interested.
 Of course, the joke was on him because I knew now what
 Elizabeth had planned, and I was absolutely interested.
 I figured I better not show it too much, though, or
 they might get suspicious. I hemmed and hawed, but in
 the end I let my Mom talk me into doing it.

 The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean,
 Christmas came along, and usually that was my favorite
 day of the whole year, but now it was just another day
 that I couldn't do anything with Elizabeth because
 there were too many people around. We did kiss under
 the mistletoe, but I couldn't even stick my tongue in
 her mouth.

 Finally New Year's Eve arrived. The other kids teased
 us about missing the big family celebration - which
 was a real tease, because all we ever did was have
 cocoa while we watched TV. I was real careful to hide
 how excited I was, but it was tough because my cock
 felt harder and bigger than ever and every time I
 caught a glimpse of Elizabeth or heard her voice my
 dick jerked.

 We got over to the Maxwell's house - that was the
 couple we were babysitting for - about 6, just before
 they left for their party. They told us there was lots
 of food and pop in the fridge, and left the phone
 number in case of trouble. I didn't pay much attention,
 except when they repeated that they wouldn't be home
 until 2, and more likely 3. They showed us where the
 sheets and pillows were to make up the couch - that
 was where I was going to sleep - and finally got out
 the door.

 At 7 we held a New Year's celebration for the twins
 with noisemakers and ice cream, figuring that would
 give them time to wind down and actually get to sleep
 at 8, their normal bedtime. It worked. We waited until
 8:30, just to make sure they were really asleep. When
 Elizabeth peeked in their room, both the girls were
 out, snoring quietly.

 While we had waited for them to settle down and drift
 off, Elizabeth and me had been kissing and hugging on
 the couch, so my cock was in agony pressing against my
 jeans and my hormones were at their peak. I could
 hardly wait for what would come next.

 Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she
 was supposed to sleep, while she got ready. She
 cautioned me not to take off anything except my shoes
 and socks, because she didn't "want to miss any of the
 show."

 I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone
 awhile. I wondered if maybe she was gonna change into
 something sexy like the women in the magazines wear
 - you know, some kind of sheer nightgown or panties
 with the crotch cut out. I'd seen Elizabeth around the
 house in her pajamas or nightgowns, but those never
 showed too much. Of course, that didn't mean I didn't
 like looking at her in them, anyway, but I did think
 about what she might look like in something fancy.

 But when she came into the room she was dressed just
 like before - a loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue
 blouse with long sleeves and a white sweater-vest.
 Nothing fancy.

 I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because
 she laughed and asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel
 Welch. I got afraid she might think I didn't like her
 so I started to tell her how pretty she was, but she
 told me it was all right.

 Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started
 kissing and stuff. It was good, like always, but I
 couldn't stop thinking about what was ahead. I think
 Elizabeth was anxious, too, because before too long
 she got off the bed.

 We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at
 each other for a minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I
 sure I wanted to do this. I said yeah, was she? I was
 worried again, maybe she was having second thoughts.
 But she said she was just making sure, that she didn't
 want to push me into anything. Then she looked down at
 my crotch and said it sure didn't look like I was being
 pushed in. She could see my cock was pushing out
 against my jeans like a balloon getting ready to bust.

 So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair,
 I already had my socks off, so she kicked off her shoes
 and pointed at me. "Your turn," she said.

 I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she
 saw I still had a T-shirt on underneath, but she went
 ahead anyway and took off her sweater. I said she
 should take off her blouse too, and she gave in and did
 it.

 She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I
 didn't care. This was the first time I'd gotten a
 really good look at the breasts I'd had my hands on,
 and they looked as good as I'd thought. Not real big,
 but not too small either. They kind of bulged out of
 the bra a little.

 It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt
 ashamed because I had no hair on my chest, so I crossed
 my arms in front of me. Besides, I didn't know what
 else to do with them.

 Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should
 take off her top first, like I did, but she wouldn't
 give in this time.

 She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a
 dark stain on the front again. This was my first look
 at her full body, in full light. She was round all
 over - not fat, I mean, but good looking, no bony
 knees or stuff.

 I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and
 pulled them partway down, my boner was set free and
 stuck the front of my boxers out like a tent.

 Up till then we really hadn't shown each other anything
 we hadn't already seen. But something was going to
 change soon, and we both knew it. We just looked at
 each other again for a minute or so. Then Elizabeth put
 her hands behind her back. When she brought them for-
 ward again, her bra came loose and she tossed it aside.
 Her breasts sagged just a little, but they still stood
 out. And now I could see her nipples, and the dark
 circles around them. I licked my lips, trying to think
 of something smart to say, but I couldn't.

 "So how do I look?" That was Elizabeth. She looked like
 she didn't know what to do with her hands, either - she
 crossed them under her breasts, then putthem on her
 hips, then just hung them at her sides.

 "You're beautiful," I said, and I really meant it. She
 was. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

 She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a
 hand and brushed it against the side of her breast.
 The next thing you know, we were hugging and kissing.
 I couldn't get over feeling my sister's breasts pres-
 sing into my chest, just skin to skin.

 After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one
 of us said a word. I could hear my heart pounding away
 like a drum, and I was surprised Elizabeth didn't say
 anything about it, it seemed so loud. Every time I took
 a breath, I held it for a long time before I let it out.

 We were looking right into each other's eyes. I don't
 think we even blinked. Then there was some kind of
 signal between us. I don't even know what it was. But
 at the same time we both reached down and pulled down
 the last bits of cloth and there we were: completely
 naked.

 My cock stood out longer and stiffer than I'd ever
 seen it before. It was pointing straight at Elizabeth's
 mound, where she had a patch of soft-looking hair. I
 couldn't see much more of her crotch, just the top of
 the folds, but I knew what was down there.

 I don't know about Elizabeth, but I hadn't really
 thought much about what would come next. I mean, I'd
 had dreams and stuff, but mostly just about seeing her.
 I never really believed I'd get to do that, much less
 anything else.

 She got back onto the bed, though, and got on her back.
 When she spread her legs apart I could see everything.
 I just stared. I'd never seen a woman's hole before,
 but just the sight of it almost made me cum.

 Elizabeth finally asked me if I was just going to look
 or what. I snapped out of it and crawled onto the bed
 next to her.

 When we started kissing, she rolled over and wrapped
 her legs around me and my cock was pushed right up
 against her mound. I could feel some juices from her
 slit when it rubbed against my balls.

 I thought I was in heaven. My hands went all over my
 sister's body. I remember sliding my hand up and down
 her leg as it was wrapped around my waist; it was
 smooth as silk.

 She even pressed down on my shoulders and put my lips
 onto her breasts. I got the idea right away. I kissed
 and licked at the sides, going from one to the other,
 working my way right up to the nipples. They were
 already hard, like little gumdrops. I even nipped at
 them, and Elizabeth seemed to like that.

 When I moved back up and kissed her again, real slow,
 she slid her hand down and put her fingers around my
 cock. I shot almost as soon as she started rubbing.
 This time, though, instead of getting up to wash it
 off her stomach, Elizabeth just rubbed it in. She even
 took some of it on her finger and put it into her mouth
 and licked it off.

 I was so wiped out by my orgasm that I just lay back
 for a minute. When I looked over again, Elizabeth was
 on her back with both hands on her crotch as she
 fingered herself.

 I felt dumb for forgetting that she had needs too. I
 started to apologize, but she said to stop talking and
 help her out, so I did. I put my fingers inside her
 while I rolled over and started licking her breasts
 again. They were saltier than before; I guess we were
 both getting pretty sweaty by then. Anyway, it wasn't
 long before Elizabeth started bucking her hips up in
 the air and groaning, and finally she put her hands on
 mine to make me stop fingering her while she just
 jerked and shook.

 I lay back again. I was kind of hoping she'd want to
 do it again in a little while, because my cock was
 getting harder again. I'd never done it to myself twice
 in one night, so I wasn't sure if I could, but my dick
 sure felt like it.

 Well, after a minute or two Elizabeth was breathing
 more normal, and she turned on her side facing me,
 propping up her head with one hand. She just looked
 at me, not saying anything. I felt a little funny,
 'cause I didn't think I was much to look at.

 But then she started talking. Her voice was real low
 and quiet. She told me that she really liked what we'd
 been doing, and that I made her feel real good. I told
 her I felt the same way. I said it felt great because
 she made me all excited, she was so pretty, and she
 made me feel warm inside, too.

 What did I mean by that, she wanted to know. Well, I
 knew what I meant, but I hadn't wanted to say anything.
 I'd been feeling that way for a long time, only I
 didn't think Elizabeth did. But now, lying there naked
 next to her, it seemed dumb to hold anything back. I
 rolled over facing her.

 "I love you, Sis," I said. My voice wavered a little,
 I was so nervous. "I really do. I -"

 That's when she leaned over and kissed me, real hard.
 We held each other close and she whispered in my ear
 that she loved me, too.

 And then she said that because we loved each other,
 maybe we could do something else. Honestly, I didn't
 know what she meant. I know that sounds really stupid,
 but you got to remember we'd been kissing and making
 out for months, and nothing more. I mean, this was my
 sister, after all.

 I didn't know what she meant, but I just nodded and
 said it was OK. I figured there wasn't anything Eliza-
 beth would want to do that I wouldn't like. I loved
 her that much.

 So she told me to roll onto my back again, and she got
 up and swung her legs around so she was straddling my
 knees.

 Then she took my cock in her hands and stroked it, real
 gently. It didn't take much before it was as stiff as
 a pole again.

 "Now do you know what I'm going to do?" she said. I
 shook my head. She smiled.

 "I'm going to put this inside me, Tommy. I think you'll
 like it."

 I was stunned. She was gonna fuck me! Here I was, some
 dumb 14-year-old, and I was gonna have sex with this
 beautiful woman, my own sister. It didn't seem possible.

 "Well, say something," she said.

 "Wow," I said.

 But then I thought of something. "What about - babies?"

 She told me it was all taken care of. She was using a
 diaphragm. She explained that that's some kind of
 dojigger she put inside her, and put some goo on it,
 and it keeps the sperm from getting in. She said she'd
 gotten one a few months ago from her doctor, just
 'cause one of her girlfriends dared her. She would
 have gotten the Pill, but there was no way she could
 really hide that in our house, so she got a diaphragm
 and kept it in her school locker - next to the
 vibrator, I guess. Anyway, she said that there was no
 way she could get pregnant.

 I didn't completely understand how it worked, but by
 then I wasn't going to argue. I couldn't wait to do it.

 Elizabeth scooted forward until the base of my dick was
 right against her slit. She rubbed her hips back and
 forth a few times, and then she kind of rose and squat-
 ted over me, grabbing my cock in one hand and pointing
 the head of it right at her hole.

 I had a perfect view, and it was incredible. Poking out
 of her hand, the head of my cock looked huge, and when
 she rubbed it across her slit there looked like there
 was no way it was gonna fit.

 She told me again that she loved me, and said that she
 wanted to show me how much. She said nothing that we
 did out of love could be wrong.

 Then she lowered herself onto me.

 When my cock first pressed against her, it just slid
 away. It took two or three tries before she got it in
 just the right place. Then my dick slipped in between
 her pussy lips, and they got wider and wider apart
 until the whole head slipped in and the lips closed
 around my shaft and hugged it tight as she lowered
 herself all the way. She did it real slow, so it was
 two or three minutes before she was done and my cock
 was all the way inside her, with her pussy lips right
 against my balls.

 There's nothing that can describe how that felt. It
 was the best thing in the world. Her pussy was all
 warm inside, and it was so tight I thought my cock
 could never move.

 But then Elizabeth started to hump up and down on it.
 Pretty soon I started answering, humping my dick into
 her.

 It felt so good I was sure I'd shoot my wad right away.
 But instead I just stayed hard, which was great because
 I didn't want this feeling to ever end. For a few
 minutes I just lay back and watched as Elizabeth's body
 bounced up and down, or I looked at the way her pussy
 lips stretched around my shaft andher juices oozed out
 and coated my cock. She had her eyes closed, but from
 the way she was moaning I know she liked what we were
 doing, too.

 Then I stared at the way her breasts bobbed up and
 down. They looked so good I just had to grab them, and
 I caressed them and stroked my sister's sides. We kept
 it up like that for, I don't know, it must have been
 at least 15 or 20 minutes. Sometimes Elizabeth would
 bend down and kiss me, and I'd slide my hands down to
 her ass and pull her down onto me even harder.

 She had another orgasm, and by this time I knew to just
 hold my cock steady until her tremors eased up.

 When she slid off of my cock, it was still rock hard.
 Before I could get upset, though, she told me she
 didn't want to stop, just shift positions. This time
 she got on her back and had me kneel in between her
 legs.

 Her cunt was so wet and slippery by then that my dick
 went in on the first try, right up to the hilt. I moved
 up so that it was completely buried in my sister's
 tight twat and started stroking it in and out.

 In that position it was easier to kiss. I let my hands
 roam all over her while we pushed our tongues together,
 and I even made her jump a little when I put my tongue
 in her ear.

 We kept fucking like that for at least another half-
 hour. Part of the time my cock was almost numb, we'd
 been humping so long. It even slipped out of
 Elizabeth's pussy completely one time. She kept hump-
 ing up at the air while she grabbed at my cock and
 held it while I stuffed it back in.

 By that time we were both so hot that I couldn't see
 straight and Elizabeth was pounding her fists on the
 mattress and calling out my name over and over again.

 Finally she called out that she was gonna cum again
 and she wanted me to cum inside her. "Fill me up," she
 said. "Fuck me harder, Tommy! Fill my cunt!"

 I'd never heard anyone in my family talk like that,
 and to hear those words coming from the mouth of my
 beautiful, sexy older sister while my cock was driving
 into her pussy was too much. I shouted out that I was
 cumming, too, and I did. This time it was like a bomb,
 with gobs and gobs spurting out of my shaft, and Eliza-
 beth took it all inside her, and she came with me.

 I lay on top of her for awhile, telling her how much I
 loved her and how good she'd made me feel. When my cock
 had shriveled all the way up, I rolled off and we just
 hugged for awhile.

 By then the room was pretty steamy and you could smell
 our sex real strong. Elizabeth said we should open up
 the windows and let it air out a little while we took
 a shower. She meant the both of us!

 I was sure I was through for the night, but when the
 warm water started spraying over us and trickling down
 my sister's naked body my cock sprang right back to
 life. Elizabeth saw it right away, and I could tell
 even she was surprised.

 It was pretty awkward in the shower, but there was no
 way either one of us was gonna settle for just jacking
 off by then. Fucking was way too much better.

 This time Elizabeth put her back against one of the
 shower walls and I got right up next to her. She wrap-
 ped her legs around my ass while I held her up, and it
 took some doing but we were able to get my dick into
 her cunt.

 I was afraid to move much at first, and Elizabeth
 couldn't move her hips in or out, but she started
 wiggling from side to side and that felt pretty good,
 too. Eventually I got so horny I didn't care what hap-
 pened and I just started bucking my hips, slamming my
 big old dick into her hot tunnel over and over and
 over. Our moans were echoing off the shower walls.

 It was crazy, sliding around the shower while my cock
 was stuck right inside her, humping away. When I came
 my legs got so weak we almost fell, but Elizabeth
 manager to get her feet down in time to support us
 both.

 By the time we dried off it was too late to do anything
 else even if we'd wanted to, not with the Maxwells
 coming home who knew when. So we just got into our
 night clothes and held each other and kissed and
 snuggled until we heard their car pull up. Then I snuck
 down into the living room and crawled onto the couch
 for the night.

 Now that we know what fucking is like, I don't know how
 Elizabeth and I are going to get by with anything less,
 and being around each other at our house without being
 able to do it is driving me crazy. A friend of hers
 whose family is going out of town this weekend loaned
 Elizabeth her house keys, so we're hoping we can sneak
 away at least once. But after that, I don't know what
 we can do. Elizabeth said maybe we'll have to let some-
 body else in on our secret.  I don't want to share her
 with anyone, but, maybe, if Susan was interested ...