A New Beginning

by blackrandl1958

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Brother, Sister, First, Oral Sex, Petting, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: His parents are killed in an accident. His little sister is hurt and comes to live with him. That's when things get interesting.

I was on my way to the airport when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number so I didn't answer. It buzzed in a second and I had a new voicemail. I was very tempted not to check it, but if they left a voicemail it must be something important. It was my little sister. Her name is Audrey, and when I say little, I mean little. I'm 26 and she's 18. Mom and Dad must have been in a good mood the night she was conceived. They rarely are these days. Before I left home, it seemed like they hated each other. I didn't know why they stayed together except they were extremely religious. They didn't approve of divorce so they just hung in there, getting more and more surly all the time. Don't get me wrong, I love them both. If you get either one of them by themselves they are really cool and fun to be around. Mom is just someone that needs control and Dad is someone that fiercely resents anyone trying to control him. I saw them three or four times a year. I absolutely refused to go home, but I bought each of them open tickets to come and see me any time they wanted to, as long as they came by themselves. Audrey came by herself once when she was 12 but I haven't spent much time with her lately. I feel guilty about that. I feel like I should swoop in and rescue her. She seems like a sweet kid. The other little thing about her is her size. At 12 she looked more like eight. She was a tiny little thing the last time I saw her. The pictures she sent me showed that she was still very tiny. You could tell she was becoming mature, but it was a slow process. She called me once a month and we talked, sometimes for a long time. It wasn't time for that call and I wondered why she was calling from a strange number.

Her message said that it was an emergency and she needed me to call her as soon as I got the message. She left me a number and I didn't recognize it. I called and a woman answered the phone. "St. Vincent's emergency room," she said. "How can I direct your call?"

"I'm trying to get hold of Audrey Davis," I told her. "I'm her brother and she gave me this number."

"Hold on a minute and I'll get her," she said.

It wasn't long before I heard Audrey talking to her. "Hey, baby," I said when she answered. "Why are you at the hospital? Are you ok?"

"No, Jackson, I'm not. There's been an accident. I have a broken leg and a broken arm and collar bone. Mom and Dad are messed up really bad, Jacks. They're in surgery and I'm so afraid. I think they're going to die! They had to cut them out of the car. A semi-truck crossed into our lane and hit us head on. I was in the back seat. God I need you. Please Jackson, can you come to Boston?"

I hesitated a minute. This was going to take some frantic scrambling around. "I'll be there, Audrey. I'm on my way to the airport now. I was leaving for Hong Kong. I'll get a flight and be there as soon as I can. It's a long way from San Juan to Boston. I'm so sorry, baby. It will be a while."

"I'll be ok as long as I know you're coming," she said. "They're going to sedate me. I hurt really bad, Jacks. I'll probably be out while you're coming and I won't even know. I wouldn't let them give me the drugs until I talked to you. Please hurry! I'm so afraid."

She was sobbing and I could tell she was in a lot of distress.

"Hang in there, sweetheart," I told her. "I'll be there as soon as possible. Let them give you your medicine."

"I will, I promise. I love you Jackson."

"Me too, kid," I told her. "Let me talk to the lady I talked to a minute ago."

The lady got on the phone and I asked to speak to someone who could give me more information about my parents. She told me someone would call if I would leave a number.

"I'm about to get on an airplane," I told her. "They won't let me use my cell phone and I won't have a signal."

She told me to hang on and by the time someone came to the phone I was parking at the airport. It was a hospital administrator. She said that she had checked with the surgeons and that my parents would be gone in a matter of minutes. They had extensive brain injuries and they were on life support now. As soon as the machines were turned off, they would be gone.

"My little sister is in the emergency room," I told her. "How badly is she hurt?"

She checked and assured me that Audrey was going to be fine. "She's badly bruised and battered, she has a concussion, abrasions and contusions and three broken bones," she said. "She's been sedated. She was in a great deal of pain."

I asked her how long they would keep her like that. She told me the doctor said at least two days and she would be taking pain pills for a week after that.

"Listen," I told her. "She's all alone there. I'm the only family she has and I'm flying in from Puerto Rico. Is there any way you could not tell her about Mom and Dad until I get there?"

"Of course, Mr. Davis. We're not insensitive to her condition. What do you want to do about the life support?"

"Is there any chance?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not," she said.

"They have a directive not to be kept on life support," I told her. "I'll call their attorney and have him get it to you."

"Thanks, and I'm very sorry about your parents," she said. "Well take good care of your sister until you arrive."

I got my ticket changed and got on a flight to Boston. There were a million things to do. I had to notify my contact in Hong Kong that my parents had been killed in an accident and that I wouldn't be coming any time soon. I called the office and told them I was taking a six month's leave. I explained the situation and they didn't give me any grief about it.

I contacted Dad's attorney and got the transfer of the living will directive made. They had funeral arrangements made years ago and I took care of that too. I thought about the situation for an hour. There was no way I wanted to go to that house. I called a moving company and arranged for Audrey's things to be picked up and taken to my house in San Juan. Mom and Dad's things were to be shipped and put in storage until Audrey had time to go through them. The flight was interminable and I stayed on the plane's phone for hours, making arrangements and changing everything I had planned.

When I arrived in Boston I rented a car and drove to the hospital. I found out Audrey's room number and went up. She was asleep when I came in. Her face looked like she had been in a fight. There was a bandage on her head and her left arm and right leg were in casts. The arm was in some sort of traction device of cables and pulleys. It was evidently broken badly. She had bandages everywhere I could see. If it hadn't been for her hair, I wouldn't have recognized her. Our parent's religion had forbidden cutting it. It was probably three feet long and flaming red. That's they only thing they believed I ever agreed with. I love long hair. Mom had been a redhead too, but I took after Dad's side of the family. Audrey is five two and I'm six four. She weighs maybe a hundred pounds and I go 260. Looking at us, you would have no idea we were related. I have dark hair. We share the same dark complexion, which is odd because most redheads are light ginger types.

She looked terrible and my heart was breaking. I petted the unbruised and unbandaged parts of her, basically her hair and she opened one eye a little. She smiled up at me and went back to sleep.

They kept her high for another 24 hours and the only time she stirred was when she was thirsty. I gave her ice water and she went back to sleep. I never left her room. They took the traction machine away the second day and she looked more comfortable. I made travel arrangements and got some things for her; personal items, a couple of pairs of sweats and jackets to match, some shorts and t-shirts and flip-flops. I got her a big coat to wear until we got out of Boston and a nice blanket to cover her up at the funeral. Mom and Dad had just wanted graveside stuff and it was going to be simple.

When Audrey woke up it was a difficult first couple of hours. I had to tell her Mom and Dad were gone. She was inconsolable and I comforted her as best I could. I couldn't keep the tears back myself and we held one another and grieved. The funeral was the next day and they discharged Audrey an hour before. I dressed her in the new sweats and the coat and we put her in the wheelchair I had bought. I took her down to the car and we cried together for a long time after the service, she looked so pitiful wrapped in her blanket, two black eyes and her little face so bruised and my heart was breaking for her. There were hundreds of people there, mostly from their church. The pastor said a lot of inappropriate things about how they were saved but the rest of us were going to hell. Two dour ladies approached me about keeping Audrey in Boston. They felt that I was not a good influence on her and as her spiritual mentors they should keep her. I know how to put down that sort of pretension and they didn't stay long.

We said our goodbyes and I took her straight to the airport. I changed her clothes in the car and put her in shorts and a t-shirt. Mom never allowed her to wear shorts and I could tell she was a little uncomfortable but she didn't say anything.

When we were checking in, she asked me where we were going.

"We're going home, baby," I told her.

"You mean to Puerto Rico?"

"Yes, is that ok with you?"

"I just thought we would stay here for a while," she said.

She looked so little and pitiful, wrapped in her blanket in the wheelchair that it made me cry. I knelt in front of her chair and hugged her. I kissed her cheek and looked in her eyes. They were blue/grey and full of tears.

"I live in San Juan and that's where you live too," I told her. "You're all mine now. I've always wanted you to come and stay with me for a summer. This is way better. I mean, not that Mom and Dad are gone, but now I get to have you for as long as you'll stay with me. You're all I have, Audrey, and you're precious to me. I'm going to take care of you, baby, and it's going to be good. Will you give me a chance?"

She put her good arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips. "Yes, Jackson; I love you, I always have and I want to stay with you forever. I remember how nice you were to me when I stayed with you before. It was the best week of my life."

"Then it's settled," I stood up. "You're staying with me from now on. You're mine now and you're going to be treated like a queen. I'm going to make sure that happens."

The airline was very nice about accommodating her when they found out what had happened and the stewardesses treated her like a princess. We changed planes in Miami. When we landed in San Juan there was a gorgeous sunset and a storm out over the ocean. I got her in my truck. She was still very sore and battered and she winced when I picked her up. She was light as a feather and so slender in my arms. I wanted to hold her forever.

I have a very large house on a hill looking out over the ocean. I have my own beach and the blue water drops off to a nice reef out there. There's a lagoon with lots of coral and I wheeled her out on the deck and made dinner. We had fresh fish I had picked up in the market and prawns.

I fed her prawns and bites of fish which she washed down with orange soda. I remembered that was her favorite and I had picked some up. We talked and laughed together until she was sleepy.

I put her in bed and she asked me to stay until she went to sleep. The next morning we ate fruit for breakfast and she looked like she wanted to tell me something.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her.

"I smell," she said. "I need to take a bath. How am I going to do that, Jacks?"

"I'll wash you," I told her.

"Nooo, Jackson, don't," she was practically crying.

"Relax, baby," I told her. "No one is going to do anything to you without your permission. That's something that's going to change about your life. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Really?" she looked up at me.

"Really," I told her. "You aren't a slave, Audrey. No one is going to tell you what to do. Get used to it. That's the thing I hated most about living with Mom and Dad. They had all those rules about what you could and couldn't do. It didn't matter to them what you thought. You're grown up now and you get to decide. I think you'll make responsible decisions. I may try to talk you into doing things I think will be good for you. For instance, why don't you want me to wash you?"

"Jackson! I would have to take my clothes off. You would see me naked! You're my brother."

"I've helped you get dressed twice already," I told her. "I've already seen you nearly naked. I don't think a little pink, lacy bra and panty set would be considered much cover. I am your brother, you're right. That means I take care of my little sister when she's sick. I wash her, change her bed, give her medicine, carry her around when she can't walk, whatever it takes. That's what you do for people you love."

"Are you sure? It's very embarrassing."

"Would you rather I hire a stranger to wash you?"

"No, I want you to do it if it has to be done."

"The doctor told me all the bandages could come off today," I told her. "We have to cover up your casts with plastic bags. We'll put rubber bands around the top so no water will get in."

She agreed and I wheeled her into the bathroom to get undressed. I pulled her shirt off and her shorts down over her cast, leaving her in her bra and panties. They were the white ones I got her while she was in the hospital. I let her keep them on for a while. It was a little disturbing at first. She had become something different than the last time I saw her. She had breasts and her hips had become flared and exciting. I didn't want to stare so I got a warm washcloth and wet the tape holding her bandages on. When the tape softened enough it pulled off easily without pulling her skin. She had more than a dozen and it took me a while. I left her there and went to get garbage bags to cover her casts with. I got two big rubber bands and covered her casts. She got back in the chair while I got the water adjusted.

"Ok," I told her. "Don't feel bad now, but I'm going to take off your underwear. Lean forward for me."

She did and I unhooked the little bra. I pulled it over arms and she lifted her butt a little so I could pull her panties down. There is a stone bench in my shower, built into the wall and I set her down on it."

"This is silly," she said. "Your clothes are getting all wet. I think you should take them off."

"Won't that embarrass you?" I asked her.

"Yes, but I'll feel less embarrassed if I'm not the only one naked."

I stripped and got back in. She didn't want to look, but her eyes kept being drawn back to my cock.

I didn't want to stare either but I couldn't help it. She laughed and looked up at me. Her eyes were clear blue with streaks of violet in them. I realized that they changed color with her moods.

"This is really awkward," she said. "I've never seen a naked boy before and so I'm just going to look until it doesn't seem so weird, ok?"

"Only if I can look too," I told her. "I've never seen my little sister naked before either."

She nodded. She moved her eyes over my body and relaxed against the wall, the warm water streaming over her.

She was stunning in her innocence. Her breasts took my breath away. Her wet hair was covering one, hanging down on the bench nearly to the floor. They were little, firm perky cones. They were maybe the size of half a small apple, fuller at the bottoms and turned up toward the tip. She had almost invisible areola, just one shade darker than her skin and her nipples begged to be sucked. They were little brown buttons about the size of a pencil eraser. They were high and proud. My eyes traced her slender form downward. She had a tiny waist that quickly flared out into her slim hips. She had the cutest little belly button and below that was a small patch of that flaming red hair. It was very sparse and her skin showed through plainly. She had trimmed it into a thin line. Her mons thrust out in a little rise and I could see the beginnings of light pink lips below.

"God, you're gorgeous, Audrey!" I told her. "You grew up pretty, baby."

She blushed pink all over. She's one of those rare redheads that can tan and she had brown arms and legs while her body was lighter and golden colored. The blush colored her up and she looked adorable. I certainly adored her.

"Thanks," she whispered. "You look amazing too, Jacks. Can I touch you?"

"Yes, if you want to," I told her. "I'm going to be touching you. I have to if I'm going to wash you."

"Ok," she said. "Would you mind if we got started? This is really embarrassing."

I got a washcloth and pumped shower gel on it. I carefully washed her face, taking care to go easy on the abrasion on her forehead. I washed her neck and shoulders, again taking care not to hurt her abrasions or the broken collar bone. When I reached her chest I got the upper part and squirted some gel on her breasts. I lathered them up and she gasped when the cloth touched her nipples. They sprang erect and she blushed even more. I just washed, not trying to feel her up. I kept telling myself that this was my little sister and she trusted me. I couldn't take advantage of her. I pulled her toward me, away from the wall so I could get to her back. I scrubbed it well and then moved down and washed her good foot and her thighs above the cast. My cock was at half-mast and it threatened to rise all the way as I washed her smooth thighs. When I reached her crotch she flinched away.

"It's too much, ' she gasped. "I'll do it."

I handed her the cloth and she washed between her legs. "I can't do my butt," she said. "Help me."

I pulled her up and she held my arm with her good one while she balanced on one leg. She had a fantastic butt. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite as beautiful and sexy. It was very firm and round, small but full and resilient as I ran the cloth over it. I washed in the deep valley between her cheeks and she moaned. I got the shower head off its hook and ran the water down her back. When I parted her cheeks and ran the water down that valley she shivered. I let her sit back down and got the shampoo to wash her hair. As I was lathering it up, I felt a feather touch on my belly. I looked down and her hand was touching me just below my navel. As I washed her hair the touch became firm and she ran her hand over my belly.

"You have nice muscles, Jacks," she told me.

I laughed and flexed my abs. I have pretty good definition and I spend a lot of time trying to stay in shape. She ran her hand up to my chest and as I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, it slid down and gave my cock a squeeze.

I gasped and her hand jerked back like it had been burned.

"I'm sorry, Jacks," her eyes were pleading with me. "That was bad. I just needed to know what it felt like. I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, baby," I assured her. "I'm not mad. I told you you could touch me."

She smiled up at me and I turned the water off. I took her tiny naked form in my arms and stood her in front of the mirror so she could hold on to the counter. I got a big fluffy towel and dried her off.

"Do you blow dry your hair?" I asked her.

"No, it breaks it," she said. "I'll just wrap it up in a towel. Will you brush it for me later?"

"Of course I will, Audrey." I wrapped her up in her towel, sad to see her gorgeous nakedness disappear under it. I got another and wrapped it around her hair. My cock was iron hard by now and she looked at it.

"Why are you like that?" she asked. "Will it go away? Does it hurt?"

"Well, it's like that because I was in the shower with the most beautiful naked girl I've ever seen," I told her. "When men get excited this happens. It's like your nipples getting hard. They don't stay like that. It will go down. It doesn't hurt unless it happens often and I don't get any relief."

"What do you mean, 'relief?'"

"Do you know what an orgasm is, Audrey?"

"No, I mean I've heard the word, but it's something naughty."

"You're wrong," I said. "It's something natural and beautiful. When men and women get excited enough they have orgasms. A man's prostate produces sperm. When he's stimulated past a certain point it travels out through his penis and he feels the most pleasurable sensation it's possible for him to feel."

"What about girls?" she asked.

"Girls cum too," I told her. "Cum is another name for 'have an orgasm.' It's different than for men. There's no sperm involved but the excitement builds until they just explode with pleasure. Girls tell me it's the same as for guys, the most pleasure it's possible to feel."

"Doesn't that make a baby?"

"It can. If the woman is fertile and the man cums in her vagina; she could get pregnant. It doesn't always happen and people take birth control or use condoms."

She thought about that for a minute. She smiled. "Thanks, Jackson. Are you going to feed me today?"

"After I shower," I told her. I put her in her chair. "You wait here," I said.

I quickly showered and dried off. I went and got shorts and a t-shirt. I got some for her too and came back and dressed her. I made turkey and avocado sandwiches and she ate two. We went out on the deck and I put her on a lounge chair. I stretched out beside her and we soaked up the afternoon sun, the sound of the surf and the cries of birds the only things disturbing the silence.

"Jacks, what are we going to do?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

"I mean, there's only the two of us. We don't have any other family. You have your life and you don't need me to live and be happy. I need you badly. I won't survive without you. Am I going to finish school? Will I have to get a job? Will you get tired of having me around? What if I get on your nerves or you get on mine? I don't have a future except what you make possible. I feel useless, and like I'm a burden to you."

"I don't like for you to think about things that way," I told her. "When you say I don't need you, you're very much mistaken. I've always wanted to be closer to you. You're my little sister and I'll never get tired of you or turn you away. You can count on me Audrey; you're never to think you're a burden to me. I'll always be here for you. You make me happy. I feel like I've been missing something in my life and I never knew until now. I need someone to love and take care of. I need someone to love me, even when I do get on their nerves. You will get on my nerves and I'll get on yours, but we'll love each other anyway. You make me happy. We're going to be best friends. I already love you; I always have. You stole my heart when you were a baby. You've just become more beautiful and interesting all your life. Just when you were starting to become really interesting, I left home. That's the biggest regret I have. When you called me and talked to me that was the high point of my month. I couldn't stand being around Mom and Dad. They fought all the time and their bickering made me crazy. They forgot how cool and loveable each other were. I had to get out. The worst thing was I couldn't be around you. That's going to change now."

"I know what you mean," she said. "I was very unhappy, Jacks. I needed to talk to you every month. I needed more than that but I had to take what you would give me. I'm just lost now. I don't know what to do."

"We'll decide together," I told her. "Right now you need to heal and get better. I need to get a doctor to look at you and make sure you're healing right. I'll get you in school as soon as you're able to go. I've taken a six month leave of absence. We're going to get to know each other and I'm going to fall in love with you, I can tell."

She smiled happily. She had braces and I was going to have to find a dentist for her too.

"Don't you have to work, Jacks?" she asked.

"Do you know what I do?" I asked her.

"Mom said you were a diplomat," she said. "I don't know exactly what that is."

"I do work at embassies around the world as a diplomat," I said. "I'm a spy, Audrey. I work for the CIA. I can't tell you a lot about it, but I run operations that sometimes involve handling lots of money. When I have a chance I take a cut of that money. No one knows, but that's what all spies do. I've done that often enough that I never have to work again if I don't want to. We have lots of money."

"Did you steal it?" she asked.

"Yes, I suppose I did. Let me tell you how it works. The CIA is backing some rebel group in some banana republic that they want to overthrow the government. They may just want them to cause so much mischief that they distract their government from doing things that we don't want them to do. The rebels need guns and money to operate. We can't give them money directly without causing a diplomatic incident. The rebel group has access to cocaine but they need money. I arrange to sell the drugs for them. They give me five million dollars' worth of cocaine. I cut the drugs until I have 5.5 million dollars' worth. I sell the drugs to some dealer in another country for 5.5 million. I pocket five hundred thousand dollars in profit. Then I contact an arms dealer and tell him I want to buy three million dollars' worth of guns. I tell him that I want a discount because of the quantity I'm buying. He agrees to sell me three million worth for 2.75 million. I pocket the 250 thousand. Everyone knows it's happening but they look the other way because I'm really good at what I do."

"I had no idea," she said. "Does the CIA really do stuff like that?"

"You have no idea how corrupt things are, baby. I've really done those deals, just like I described. It's all slime and corruption, Audrey. I want to get out of it. I'm going to get out at the first opportunity. I have money in a dozen banks around the world. I may resign and tell them I have to take care of you. I used to think I was doing good, patriotic stuff that helped people be safe at home. I haven't felt like that since the first six months."

"So I might be good for you too," she said.

"You are good for me," I told her. "Just seeing you and getting to have you here make me feel good about myself. I can't get over it. My beautiful little sister is going to live with me and we're going to take care of each other."

"I won't be any trouble, Jackson. I promise I won't. I'm so glad you want me. I hated my life with Mom and Dad. I didn't want to stay there. Thank you for letting me come here. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. I might not agree with it and I'll tell you when I don't, but I'll do it anyway, I promise. I'm very tired now and my arm is hurting really bad. I need to take a pill and rest."

"I'm sorry, baby. I've been talking on and on. I'll get you some juice and you can rest."

I got her a glass of orange juice and she took a pain pill. I wheeled her into her bedroom and got her a long t-shirt to wear for a night gown.

"Do you want underwear?" I asked.

"Just panties," she said. "I don't wear a bra to bed. Sometimes I don't wear anything," she smiled naughtily.

"You can sleep naked if you want," I told her. "We maybe should wear the shirt though. Some of your scrapes are still weeping a little."

She agreed to the t-shirt, but decided to leave off the panties. I took off her towels and slipped the t-shirt carefully over her. I hated to see that amazing little body covered up, but I kept reminding myself that she was my little sister and she was only 18.

I picked her up and put her gently into her bed. She kissed me and said she was feeling no pain but she was very sleepy. I kissed the top of her head and she was asleep. I stood and watched her for a long time. She looked so little and so beat up that it broke my heart. I swore that she was never going to be hurt again.

I checked on her about midnight before I went to bed. I put her phone on the night stand in case she needed me and went to bed. I heard my phone buzz about four in the morning and I checked it.

"Need to pee and another pill," it said.

I went in and she was awake. "I'm sorry to bother you, Jacks; but I'm bursting," she said.

"You aren't a bother to me," I told her. "It makes me happy to help you."

I put her in her chair and wheeled her into her bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and left her there. I heard it flush and she called. I helped her to the bidet and left again. She called and I took her to the sink so she could wash her hands. It was storming and she flinched when the thunder crashed outside.

"You know, Jackson; if I slept with you I wouldn't need to text you," she said.

"Are you afraid of storms?" I asked her.

She laughed. "I guess you can see right through me," she said. "Yes, I am afraid of storms. Can I stay with you?"

"You don't have to trick me," I laughed. "All you have to do is ask. I'll do anything you ask me to, Audrey."

"Ok, can I sleep with you?"

"Yes, I'd like that. I remember when you were little you used to come and get in bed with me," I remembered. "It always made me feel big and brave."

"You were," she said. "I wanted to come every night but Mom and Dad wouldn't let me."

"Well, I'll let you," I told her. "Just don't beat on me with those casts."

She giggled and I took her to my bedroom and got her out of her chair. I put her in my bed and went around to the other side and got in. I have a king sized bed and there was plenty of room. I lay on my side and she scooted over until she was up against me.

"Hey," I told her. "If we're going to do this we're going to meet in the middle. You don't get two thirds of the bed."

She giggled again. "I like to feel you against me. I'll scoot back over and you come too."

We moved to the middle and I lay on my side facing her. She scooted around until her back was pressed up against me. She took my arm and put it under her head and used it for a pillow, pulling the other arm over her and letting it rest holding her close. The feeling of her hard little butt against my cock made me think things a brother shouldn't think about his little sister. I reprimanded myself sternly and we drifted off together.

I woke up with the feeling something was different. Hair was tickling my neck and there was a firm little butt snuggled up against my erection. My cock was rubbing between butt cheeks and there was a hard little breast under my hand. The nipple was a hard button under my fingers and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. A little hand came up and pressed my hand more firmly on the breast and I heard a little moan. I opened my eyes and Audrey was looking over her shoulder at me. I jerked my hand away and moved my hips away from her butt.

"God, I'm sorry, baby. I was asleep and having a dream. I didn't mean to feel you up."

She scooted her butt back against me again. "It's ok," she said. "I like it. I know you didn't do it on purpose. You can if you want to." She pulled my arm back over her and pressed her little breast into my hand again.

I groaned. "I shouldn't, Audrey. You're my eighteen-year-old little sister."

"Yes, but I love you, big brother," she said. "I like you to touch me. You already did yesterday and you let me touch you."

"I was bathing you because you're hurt," I told her.

"Yes, and I liked it," she said. "I want you to always bathe me. I don't have anything that you can't touch."

"Jesus, baby; I don't know. I never thought, I mean, aren't you like religious?"

"No, I just went along with Mom and Dad to make them feel good. I always wanted to try things. I want to get drunk once and see how it feels. I want to have a boyfriend and try everything with him to see what I like. I want to go dancing and see a rock concert. I want to lie on a beach naked and feel the wind and sun on my skin. I want to drive a car fast and make love slowly. I want to try smoking marijuana if you'll keep me safe. I want to live, Jackson. I nearly died and I'm eighteen and I haven't done anything in my life. You said I could do what I wanted to and that you'd do anything for me that I asked. I'm asking you to be my teacher. Show me life! Love me and teach me how to live. I'll do everything you tell me to. Don't keep things from me. Show me how to do things. Right now I want you to squeeze my boob again and make it feel like it did when you pinched my nipple before."

I couldn't help myself. This little pixie wanted me to love her and show her everything about life. I squeezed her hard little cone and rolled the nipple again. She gasped and pushed it into my hand.

"Yes, like that," she said. "Is there more?"

I rolled her onto her back and pulled her night gown carefully over her head. She was beautifully and gloriously naked in my bed, a little sexy angel waiting for me to love her. I kissed her on those full, pouty lips, running my tongue over her braces. Her little pointy tongue came out and played with mine. I kissed all over her face and down to her earlobes. She shivered as I nibbled on them and I kissed down her throat and chest to capture one of those hard little nipples between my lips.

"Oh, my God," she gasped. "O sweet Jesus, Jackson; what ... what ... Oh God!"

She shuddered and writhed, clutching my hair and pulling my head into her breast. I pulled at the little nipple, stretching it and letting it snap back. I quickly moved to the other and she continued to moan and tried to pull my hair out. She collapsed back onto the pillow, gasping for breath and her chest with those delicious little cones heaving.

"What was that, Jackson?" she panted. "Oh my God, what did you do to me? I've never felt ... I never knew ... how could you make me feel like that?"

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I don't know, I mean, yes. I thought I was going to die it felt so good. It scared me it felt so good. What did you do to me?"

"You came," I told her. "That's an orgasm. I can't believe you had one just from me playing with your nipples. You're smoking, Audrey. I've never had a girl cum from me sucking on her nipples before. I can't wait to see what you do next."

"That was an orgasm? My God, Jacks; that was intense. Can I have another?"

I didn't answer; I just took a nipple in my mouth again. She didn't cum this time but she groaned and her body shuddered. I ran my hands along her ribs and she giggled. Her waist was tiny and her belly was flat and hard with muscle. I let my hand slide lower as I continued to love her nipples. I felt the little strip of flame red curls and I tugged at them. When my fingers slid between her thighs she cried out and clamped her thighs tight to trap my fingers. She had a distinct gap at the top of her thighs and it gave me access to move my fingers. I traced the line of her little pussy down, feeling her labia tightly closed. I found the entrance and she was dripping wet. I eased my middle finger in, coating it with her juices and she shivered and groaned. I opened the little lips up and coated them with her moisture, caressing them and moving up to find the little button above. I teased it with the tip of my finger and her body jerked and writhed as I coaxed it out of its protective hood. Her whole body spasmed as I flicked it with my finger and she was cuming again, her hips churning and her body arching up to meet my fingers dancing over her sex. She squealed and moaned out her joy as she continued to shudder.

"Jackson, something ... Oh God, I'm running away. You're making me feel ... Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! I can't ... I can't, stop, please, Jacks; I can't stand any more. Please, Oh God, please; I need to stop!"

I pulled my hand away and held her naked little body against me. She twitched and wiggled against me as the aftershocks pulsed through her. I felt her hand in my hair, pulling my face up so she could kiss me. Her lips were alive on mine and her tongue was a wild thing as she couldn't get enough. She pulled away and panted for a minute.

"Jackson, that was ... that was ... I don't know what! I never dreamed I could feel like that. Jesus, I love you. I'm so in love with you. I always have been, Jacks. I've dreamed for years about being with you, staying with you. I never thought it could be like this."

She kissed me fiercely again. "That hurt my shoulder a little, Jacks."

"I'm so sorry, baby," I told her. "I tried to be gentle. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I never want to hurt you."

"It wasn't you," she said. "I just like, had a convulsion or something and it hurt really bad. It wasn't your fault. I loved it. Can boys feel like that?"

"Yes," I told her. "We can't cum so many times like you did though. Just one at a time for us."

"Can I make you cum?" she asked.

"You could," I said. "Do you want to?"

"Yes, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," she said. "Were we fucking, Jacks?"

"No, baby; we were making love, but not that."

"What is fucking then?" she asked.

"It's a certain kind of love making," I told her. "I put my cock in your pussy and we move the way we want to."

"I want to do that," she said. "Can we?"

"Yes," I told her. "I don't think we should though."

"Now that's just rude," she laughed. "You mean because you're my brother or because I'm not grown up enough?"

"Well that too," I said. "I know you're and adult, but I'm quite a bit older than you. You've lived with Mom and Dad all your life. You're my sister and that seems like something I don't want to fuck up. You've seen my cock, Audrey. It's sort of big and you're tiny. I don't want to hurt you."

"Let me see," she reached down and pushed my boxers down with her good hand. My erection sprang free and she gasped and I could tell she started having second thoughts.

I petted her head. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I wanted to do it," she said. "I wanted to do it so bad and now I'm afraid."

"Why?" I asked her. "What are you afraid of?"

"Well; I'm afraid you would tear. I'm not sure that will fit in me," she looked very dubious. "Maybe we should wait." She started to cry a little. "I really want to, Jackson."

"Audrey, stop crying," I told her. "You have no idea how this works. Your pussy is stretchy, baby. Girls have babies at your age. They shouldn't and that's the second part of you being so young. You're eighteen, baby and I'm afraid fucking you will be bad for you in some way I don't even have a clue about. I'm not sure eighteen-year-old girls should be fucking. I'm pretty sure they shouldn't be fucking their brothers. I don't know anything about it and neither do you. I'm sure you're not on birth control and I don't have any condoms. Just slow down a little! We'll work everything out; just trust me. Do you love me?"

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