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I lay in bed. I had used my shorts to clean myself up a
little. I could hear the shower running, so I knew Phee was in
there. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour and I was
actually a little scared about what would happen next. That's
because I had no idea what would happen next, and the complete unknown
is kind of scary.
I kept lying there after the shower stopped, and I heard her moving
around in her room. I tried to figure out what to say to her the
next time I saw her. Then, suddenly, she was there, dressed,
looking at me lying on my disheveled bed naked.
"Lazy!" she accused, all perky and beautiful. She'd left her
long, dark red hair down, and it framed her face beautifully. "I
have to go do something," she said. "See you later."
Then she was off like a deer, running in the house, which she never
did, and slamming the front door behind her, which she also never did.
She was always like that after sex, as it turned out. Of course I didn't know that then.
But that did have a big impact on me, because I did reflect on how relatively normal she was acting, after something that left me on the edge of a
nervous breakdown. I had fingered my sister! I had sucked
her nipples! We had traded spit for what seemed like hours,
making out like I had always dreamed of doing ... except with various
other girls. It was crazy!
And yet, she acted like it was nothing more than doing homework together.
Her acceptance of what had happened made it easier for me to accept it
too. I had been weirded out by knowing I was a pervert, and yet
Phoenix didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, she didn't mind
being one too. And her casual acceptance of that status made me
question all this pervert stuff.
The fact of the matter was, I just couldn't conceive of Phoenix as a pervert. And if she wasn't ... then that meant maybe I wasn't either.
It was good that she took off like she did, and that nobody else was
home, because that gave me the time to work out all this stuff in my
head so that by the time she got back home I wasn't a basket case any
As it turned out, Mom got home first. She had a bunch of bags of
material, and sewing supplies and stuff in the trunk of her car, and
snagged me to "help her" unload it and take it in the house. Dad
turned into the driveway while she was supervising me. Then Phee
trotted up like she'd been chasing Dad in the car or something.
She was breathing fast, but not gasping or anything. She was
still stoked and happy and bubbly. She grabbed Dad's golf bag
from him as he took it out of the car, and shot me a brilliant grin, as
Mom and Dad greeted each other the way they always did, with an
emotional, fervent hug and kiss. I had wondered for years why
there was just us two kids, because our parents made no secret about
how they wanted to drag each other into bed all the time.
Actually, a couple of years later, my Dad explained that was why they
were so strict about the "no going steady rule". They knew what
it was like to be in love, and what people who are in love want to do.
I explain all this because the rest of the day was like that ... so
totally normal that I almost forgot what had happened that
morning. Of course our parents decided they needed a "nap" and
disappeared into their bedroom. Phee came up behind me and slid
her hands around to lay on my stomach. I felt her breasts press
into my back.
"You want to know a secret?"
"Sure," I said, trying to decide if I should cover her hands with my own.
"One day when I was in the sixth grade, they did that ... said they
were going to take a nap. You know how their door doesn't close
She was referring to the fact that we lived in an 80 year old house,
and the foundation had shifted a little. Depending on the
humidity, their bedroom door either latched, or it didn't.
"Yeah," I said.
"I heard Mom make a weird noise and I went and looked through the crack in the door."
"They were doing it," she said. I felt her hips bump my butt.
I turned around and there were her dark green eyes, surrounded by all that beautiful dark red hair.
"We can't do that, Phee," I croaked.
"I know that, silly. But it was so beautiful, because I could
tell Mom loved it so much. It wasn't weird at all. You know
how most kids don't even want to think about their parents doing it? I loved watching them. I knew that someday I'd get to do that. It was the first time I got horny."
My hands slid up her back. No bra strap.
"So what happened?" I asked.
"They kept going, and it looked like he was trying to kill her, except
I could tell she was loving every second of it. Then they
finished, and he said he needed to wash the car. He got up.
It was the first time I'd seen an adult penis. Mom got up too,
and I could see his semen running down her leg. Did you know Mom
I shook my head. The complete craziness of the fact that I was in a clearly amorous embrace ... with my sister ... while she told me my mother had a shaved pussy, made my knees weak.
"That's why I've always shaved," said Phee. "Anyway, they were acting so
normal that I just knew doing that was normal too. And the way
they kissed each other before I had to leave is exactly the same way
they kiss each other in the kitchen, and I knew that all that was just
part of being in love."
I didn't know what to say, but that didn't matter, because she leaned
in and gave me a not-quite-chaste kiss on the lips. Not a long
one, but not a peck either.
"I peeked on them several more times after that," she said.
"Whenever I could. It was only two or three more times before I
got too chicken about getting caught, but I saw them do other things
too. And I watched how they acted when they weren't in there,
doing that. They acted like they kept telling us they wanted us
to act toward each other."
"What?" I blinked several times.
"You know ... 'Be nice to each other!' and 'Give your brother some
respect!' and stuff like that." She sounded remarkably like our
mother as she said that. It was strange.
"Okay," I said. I still wasn't sure what was going on, except I knew she was trying to tell me something.
"So they kept telling us to love each other, and I couldn't help imagining that as including what they did, because they loved each other."
I finally got it. She was telling me she'd had feelings about ... me ... for a long time.
"You're kidding!" I know my eyes had to be as big as plates.
"I knew it wasn't normal," she said. "Except that it was normal, because they were doing it all the time, and I was sure I knew how they felt because I did
love you. You were the only guy besides Daddy I knew would never
let me down, and would always love me, no matter what happened."
"I never knew," I said.
"Of course you never knew," she laughed. "I'm not stupid. I
know what the rest of the world says about things like that. But
that didn't change the way I felt when I looked at you."
"But you yell at me," I pointed out.
"Well of course I do. Sometimes you're a complete bonehead and need to be yelled at."
I realized how good it felt to be in this embrace, with our lower
halves pressed together. Of course that made me think of other
things that involved lower halves being pressed together.
"So what now?" I really meant that. I had no idea what to do.
"Well ... I know we can't do what they're doing in there," she said, bringing her face closer to mine. "But we can do what we did this morning. At least sometimes."
She could tell I approved, because something else started pressing against her lower half.
"Tut?" she said, her lips just brushing mine.
"I've been horny for so long, but I couldn't do anything about it,
because I knew you'd be horrified. But then you caught me taking
that picture, and the look on your face wasn't horrified at all.
It almost killed me to see the girls playing with you like that.
I have years of horniness for you to catch up on. I'm going to
want to do a lot, but you have to make me stay in control ... okay?"
I swallowed. This was not my little sister in my arms. This
was a hot chick. But it was also Phee ... who was my little
sister. I know it's circular logic, but that's what was going
through my mind.
"I'm the big brother," I said, making my voice go deep. "You have to do what I say."
She kissed me then ... the kind of kiss I'd yearned to be able to have
for years ... the kind of kiss you get in dreams when you're a teenaged
boy. She pulled back with a smile on her face that got me even
"Yes sir," she said softly.
Of course she had put "control" in the wrong hands. Thankfully,
she was well aware of that. She was going through her own
dream-come-true phase, that involved saying things like that to the man
she considered her lover. We were kids! What else would you
But she was also very intelligent, and she knew better than to leave
her fate in my hands completely. So after another steamy kiss,
she pushed me back and said, "I'm as horny as I was this morning, which
isn't good, because if you weren't such a gentleman, I'd have lost my
virginity this morning. So I'm going to go spend some private
time in my room. Do not disturb me. Is that clear?"
I nodded dumbly, because I was already imagining what Phee would look
like, lying naked on her bed, fingerfucking herself, or maybe using a
clandestine dildo or something like that. And before I could even
begin to flesh that little fantasy out, she was gone.
Which meant I had to flesh that fantasy out lying on my own bed ... on
my side ... staring at the eight by ten picture I had of my sister ...
I came like a volcano, and it didn't take very long.
And then, because I'm the other kind of person, who wants to lie around and be lazy after sex ...
I took a nap.
Now I know it sounds like this has all been set up to suggest that Phee
and I got frisky every chance we had. But that's not the way it
was. I think we both knew how special ... and how dangerous ...
all this new touchy-feely stuff was. We might not have known what
long term romantic entanglements were like, but we knew what a long
term emotional entanglement
was like, and what it felt like to add romance to that. I knew
what I wanted to do with her, and she had at least alluded to the
concept that she might want the same things. And, since it was
clear that getting what we wanted could be a very bad thing, and might
ruin the happiness we had just discovered ... we both wanted to make
sure that didn't happen.
For that reason, there was much less hanky-panky between us than you
might think. I know there was a lot less than I thought there would be.
But that doesn't mean there was nothing.
Phoenix could say more with a sultry look than most girls could by
talking for an hour. It didn't bother her a bit to whisper in my
ear that I had gotten her horny, and would I please stop! because now
she was going to have to go spend more "personal time" in her
room. Stuff like that. And I'm pretty sure she knew that
every time she did that, I jerked off with her, except on the other
side of the bathroom. There was a lot of that.
And then, one night, when our parents went out dancing - they were
square dancers and belonged to a club - I had been running and was all
sweaty so I took a shower, and the next thing I knew, Phee pulled the
curtain aside and stepped in with me.
Let me tell you, washing a girl ... running soapy hands over her skin ... every part of her skin ... is something we should be able to do more often. It is purely delightful.
And getting the same treatment in return is just
as delightful. As is watching your sexy sister squat in front of
you and fist your iron hard prick, stroking it. Man! is that
delightful. She was a quick learner too, and she readily adopted
the few suggestions I made. We were already in the shower, so
when I spurted, she didn't care that I shot all over her chest.
If anything, it made her a little crazy, and she stood up and rubbed
her semi-spermy front all over mine. She moved my hand between
her legs and raised one leg, holding onto me while I frigged her
pussy. Without hair down there, and with the shower and her own
body providing lubrication, she was as smooth as it's possible to be.
Her whimpers, and the way she held onto me, and her lips conveyed how
happy she was that this was being done to her, and by the time she
shuddered and came, I could feel my cock trying to get hard again.
But that kind of thing was rare. There was only one other incident that happened before the next sleepover.
I woke up to find Phee leaning over me. The bathroom doors were
open, and there was light coming from her room through the
bathroom. She was naked.
"I'm horny," she whispered.
"You're naked," I whispered back.
"I was naked in the shower too."
"We weren't in bed in the shower."
For some reason she thought that was funny, and started giggling.
I shushed her and she started snorting, trying not to laugh, and ending
up laughing through her nose. I felt tiny droplets land on me and
realized my sister was blowing snot on me.
In all, it was a very unromantic situation, which is probably why I
thought it would be okay. But that was a terrible idea, because
once she determined I was going to give in, she pulled my shorts off
and lay down on top of me.
This was very different.
Her kisses were hungry, but the way she writhed on me communicated much
more than her lips ever could. She broke the kiss that had lasted
at least five minutes, and said "I love you so much" about three times
in a row.
That's when I realized that the tip of my cock, which was as rock hard
as it had ever been in my life, was lodged in something hot, and firm
and unyielding. She said "I love you" again and, like magic, something hot and tight clamped over the head of my penis.
Don't get me wrong. I loved that feeling. I knew what it
was by instinct, I think. And I wanted nothing more than to revel
in the fact that one of my most taboo dreams was in the process of
But I rolled her off of me anyway. The hot, tightness surrounding the head of my dick disappeared instantly.
"Oh fuck," she whispered, and clung to me. She was gasping for air.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"No," she panted. "Thank you."
"I told you I was horny!" she moaned.
"You didn't tell me you were that horny," I said.
"I didn't intend to be that horny." She was getting her breath back now. She kissed my chin.
"Maybe I should get some condoms," I said.
She went very still.
"No," she said, quietly. "You were right to push me off. We can't do that."
Somehow, the way she said it conjured up that while she couldn't do that with me, that didn't mean she couldn't do it at all.
"I don't want you doing that with some other guy," I said.
She slapped my chest.
"What?" I complained. "I don't!"
"No other guy is going to get my cherry," she said. "But it's not time yet."
"I don't want to argue with you, but based on what Mrs. Hollister said in Health and Human Sexuality last year, you just did lose your cherry."
"It didn't go all the way in me," she argued.
"Your cherry wasn't all the way in you," I reminded her.
"I lost my cherry when I was twelve, to my hairbrush handle," she said.
"Whatever. You're going to have to work out some way to deal with it when you get horny."
"I know. I'm working on it."
"No guys ... right?"
"You're making me horny again, Tut!"
So I kissed her and rubbed her off. But I didn't let her touch my
dick again. I just sucked her nipples and rubbed her clitty like
it was wood, and my fingers were wood, and I was trying to make fire.
She did let me jerk off and squirt on her chest, though. And she
rubbed it all over her breasts before she got up and went back to her
Again, you need to understand that these were just bursts of aberration
in an otherwise normal life. We didn't talk about our attraction
to each other, or exchange sweet nothings and all that crap.
Every once in a while we'd steal a hot, steamy kiss, but for the most
part, other than the incidents I described, we treated each other just
like we always had. Personally, I think we were both trying to
ignore the elephant in the room, because we had no idea how to feed,
take care of or otherwise treat an elephant.
And then it was time for another sleepover, and again, Phee told me not to make plans.
Like I would?!
Frankie came for me again, but this time it was very different. She gave me a hug and kissed me passionately.
I need to impart some other information and this seems like a good time to do it.
Just as Phee and I did not discuss our new relationship, none of the
other girls talked about it either. At least not to me. In
school they treated me just like they always had. We talked ...
just not about the things that had happened in Phee's bedroom.
Apparently Vegas isn't the only place things stay.
So when Frankie came in and said "We're ready for you, stud," and she
kissed me, I wasn't quite ready for it. I wasn't ready for her hand to
show up feeling around the front of my shorts either. I was
wearing the same shorts. It was sort of a tradition by then, I
"Awwww," she complained, as she found my flaccid member.
"Show me your titties and it will get hard for you," I said. I was learning to roll with the punches.
"Not alone," she said, ignoring the fact that she had kissed me alone, and groped my basket alone.
Again the girls were all sitting on the bed when I entered the
room. Frankie went and crawled up, half lying down on Phee.
I watched as my sister casually put her arm around Frankie ... and
cupped her breast.
About two milliseconds later I was stiff as a board.
"I love it when he does that," sighed Denise. She was looking at
the tent that had suddenly appeared in the front of my shorts.
"He didn't get hard when I kissed him," complained Frankie.
"You kissed him?!" Danni and Denise said it together, like they'd practiced it a dozen times.
"Just a hello kiss," said Frankie, trying to sound injured.
They looked at me.
"So," I said. "What mysteries about men do you want unveiled for you tonight?"
"We want you to describe each of us the way a boy would describe us to another boy."
My perverted mind went into overdrive.
"Okay," I said, carelessly. "Who wants to go first?"
Wanting something was one thing. Putting yourself in the spotlight was something else. Nobody volunteered.
"Okay," I said. "Beth it is."
She turned pink and fidgeted. I turned to an imaginary friend.
"You know Beth, right? She's the short one, who is all muscular
and stuff ... with the big tits. Dark hair. She's the
anchor for when they fly one of the other cheerleaders. Yeah, the babe."
I turned back. "Who's next?"
"Wait!" Denise said. "That wasn't right. That was just general bullshit. We want details."
"Oh," I said, as if that was a new concept. "Okay, then, take off your PJs."
"Me?" Denise suddenly sounded nervous.
"All of you," I said.
There was a chorus of "What?"
"If you want me to give a detailed description of you, I need to see each of you."
"You just want to see us naked!" accused Danni.
"Got it in one!" I said happily. "You are absolutely right. I do
want to see all of you naked. I want to feast my eyes on your
charms. And so do all my friends. The ones I'm going to
describe you to? Remember them? They don't get to see you naked, so they're going to have to depend on my description."
"Really?" asked Frankie, finally.
"Really!" I said with as much finality as I could put into my
voice. I was almost giddy, because it looked like I might
actually pull this off.
"What about Phee?" Danni looked at me with her head cocked.
I blinked. I had forgotten Phee was my sister. In this
setting, based on what we had done, she was another girl I had fooled
around with. I mean it wasn't exactly like that, but along those lines. You know what I mean? I passed the buck.
"I guess that's up to her," I said. "It's actually up to all of
you. I can't exactly make you do this." I hated to give
them the out, but I was rattled, and it seemed like a good way to throw
Danni tilted her head again, staring at me. "If she does it too
... you have to describe her ... just like the rest of us."
I swear I did not notice the fact that nobody actually asked my sister
if she was willing to join the crowd. Nor did I comprehend, in
that moment, that they all simply assumed she would. All the
clues were there. I just didn't see them. Of course I was
kind of busy trying to decide how to answer Danni's last
question. I passed the buck again.
"I will if she wants me to," I said.
It was only then that they all turned to look at Phee.
She looked at them, and then at me. She did not blush, or fidget.
"Fair is fair," she said. "If you guys have to do it ... then I will too."
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