Chapter 2

I was terrified when I entered my brother's room. What the hell was I doing? Tim wouldn't tell anyone of course but I was taking a very big chance walking in on him. What if he rejected me? Or worse, what if he accepted my offer? For all my fears I couldn't stop. I snuck into his dark room and made my way toward his bed. The light from the street filtered through the drapes to show me where he was. Tim slept on his side, over to the left of the bed. I lay on the right hand side and became instantly paralyzed.

Tim was just a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth of his body. His breathing was regular and deep, and I knew he didn't wake easily. I tried to remember what women in the movies did in similar situations but there hadn't been any. They all got themselves swept off their feet by dashing men. And there I was, in a situation where I had to sweep the man off his feet, or off his back or something.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought of every possible way of seducing him. I wanted him so badly! Veronica had lit bonfires throughout my body; someone had to extinguish them! Should I shake him by the shoulder? Or cough? I just didn't know. Perhaps it would be best to go back to my room and forget all about it. That prospect was too awful. I could see myself in my own bed, alone, frustrated, and hating myself for not having the guts to go through with it. I had to do it!

"Tim! Wake up!" I hissed, shaking him violently. He groaned and tried to pull away from me. "Come on, wake up! I've got something to tell you! He stirred and sleepily inquired what that might be. "No, wake up first!" I insisted.

"Ah Jesus!" he muttered. "What's up, Jackie--hey! What are you doing in my bed. Did you wet your own?"

"No, it's not that." He was wide awake now and all I wanted to do was to sink through the floor. Tim had no idea what I might want. Did that mean he had never thought about making love with me? "Tim... please, don't ask why, I just want to... sleep with you tonight," I said in a little girl's voice.

"Do you? Okay, if that's what you want," he said nonchalantly. "Only let me get some sleep, will you."

"That's not exactly what I meant." I was getting to be more determined by the second. If the dolt insisted on missing my point I would just have to make it perfectly clear to him. "I want you to make love to me!"

"Huh?" He sat bolt upright now and stared at me in horror. "Make what? Oh you've got to be kidding, Jackie! Have you been dipping into Dad's liquor cabinet or something?"

I didn't answer. Or rather, I let my silence do the talking for me. Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much more mature than this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I meant what I said, I placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on his crotch. Something big stirred under the flannel, something exciting and tempting. Tim was silent too, now, as if he only wanted to see what I would do with his dick. My courage rose. The hand caressed his cock openly and located his fly at the same time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky soft, thickening rapidly, warm, hairy, a cock just like the cock that hung off dear old Dad!

"Jackie, no!" he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. "You can't do this! We're brother and sister!"

"Haven't you ever wanted me to do this to you?" I asked.

"No! Well, maybe... but not very often!"

He had answered my question and now my hand closed around that hard cock and started to stroke it up and down. The movement came to me instinctually and that's how Tim responded to it. No sooner had I launched my routine than he lay back on the pillow and stretched luxuriously. His cock came out of his pajamas and I could see the rounded knob of it silhouetted against the windows. I wanted to get closer to it, close as I could get, curling up next to him with my face an inch or so from that helmet of flesh. And Tim, still motivated by the luxury of the occasion, rolled over on his side and pointed his cock right at my mouth.

It was impossible to resist him. One caress from that silky, full and fleshy knob and I just had to bring it closer, pressing it hard against my face and wanting more. There was only one way to bring it even closer and that was to take it into my mouth. Would he object? Would he lose respect? Surely not, not for his own sister. Gingerly I parted my lips and pressed an openmouthed kiss to his glans. Tim's reaction was immediate. His hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed me down on himself. That meant he liked it! With a surge of pleasure I opened up wider and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. He was so hard! His cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my throat, rock-hard yet soft on the outside, so sensual that I forgot about the gagging impulse. With a sudden splutter and cough I pulled back from his knob but soon returned for another swallow. It was a sensation that was completely new to me, one that thrilled me from my head to my toes. My mouth was like a cunt for him now. His dick pushed in deep and drew back slightly only to dig in again, and all I could do was struggle to contain him. My throat muscles tightened in panic and I lost the rhythm of my breathing. Quickly I pulled away and recovered myself. Now then, slowly, relax, relax, breathe regularly, let the throat muscles hang loose... ah, that was better. Now I could enjoy him to the hilt!

His dick lodged down my throat and stayed there for an excruciating period. From a distance I heard my brother groan deeply. His pleasure made me shiver. Here I was, his little sister, making him feel wonderful! A sense of power made itself felt. Suddenly I wanted to do more for him, I wanted to demolish him with love, make him feel things he'd never felt before! My lips closed around his rock-hard stalk and drew upward to the tip of his knob. Then my mouth plunged down to his pubic bush, his cock slipped down my throat again and my muscles seemed to play about his glans like gamboling lambs. He loved it! His body grew taut and it trembled noticeably. The hands on my head turned into claws that got themselves entangled in my hair and pulled me down deeper, always deeper. I felt as though his dick was entering my gullet and stretching down to my belly like an expanding snake. More, more, more! I licked and sucked, I fondled his balls with both hands, I rubbed my cheeks against the smooth, rubbery flesh of his knob, ran my lips down the sides of his veined cock, swallowed his scrotum and licked my way back up again. Tim was breathing heavily, erratically, his hands were hurting me, his hips were banging his cock down my throat. What was he doing? I sensed that I was doing right by him. A few more sucks, a few well-placed kisses, and then, just as I had swallowed him whole again, he erupted. A blast of hot cream bolted down my throat. I swallowed it without really knowing what was going on. Another, and another, great outpourings of warm, whey fluid, too much for me to swallow. It backed up and made me choke. Cream slipped through my lips and trickled down my chin, and still more came out of his pulsating prick. Tim's groans were loud and slightly desperate as he heaved his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, intent on depositing his load directly into my belly. And I just sucked and swallowed as best I could, my head reeling with the excitement of it all.

"Wow!" was all he could say. But the way he said it told me exactly how much he'd enjoyed it. My lips were capable of magic! He went limp soon after his cock stopped giving out its fluids, and when it shriveled away I let it go and sat up beside him. Tim had lit himself a cigarette and smoked it silently. I wondered why he didn't show any interest in my body.

"Are you going to make love to me now?" I asked.

"What? How can I with my dick spent?" he grinned, pointing at the pathetic little thing. The glory that had once been his phallus was now a wiener left over from last week.

"You mean it won't go up again?"

"Yes, eventually it will, but not right away. Besides, Jackie, I think we've gone far enough. Now that the blood is back in my brain I can see we'd only be asking for trouble."

"You don't want me?"

"Sure I do, baby, hell, you're a beautiful woman even if you are my sister. But it's not right! I mean, brothers and sisters..." Lost for words he threw up his hands and puffed at his cigarette. With sudden insight I saw that I'd made a mistake sucking him off before attending to my own needs. From that point on I'd make sure I'd get my share of the action before letting my generous impulses take over. However, the fact that he couldn't finish what he'd started to say encouraged me to try again.

I turned on the bed lamp and sat in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. Now my assets were in the spotlight and his eyes started to wander, much as he tried to keep them fixed on mine. "Go ahead, look at me," I told him. "Look at these tits, look at that pubic bush, and then tell me how brothers and sisters can't make love." As he looked me over I cradled my tits in both hands and squeezed them suggestively, running my tongue along my lips and parting my thighs so he could catch a glimpse of what nestled between them. The limpness of his cock was slowly giving way to a new firmness. It started with a few visible pulses and jerks as the blood filled the ballast tanks and then, unlike a submarine, it rose up into the air and quivered before me, a living denial of his moral stance. "Here it is, Tim, come and get it," I whispered.

With a strangled cry he threw himself on me and crushed me with the weight of his body. I stretched out under him like a cat on heat, purring with sensuality, claws at the ready, submitting as a means to my own ends. How I wanted that big cock to penetrate into my vestal regions! I had had it in my month and in my hand, and its throbbing virility had driven me crazy there, so what couldn't it do inside my oversensitized, dripping wet pussy? I shuddered to think. His hands roved over my body, squeezing, exploring, caressing, in such a hurry to cover all the bases. I knew he'd settle down soon enough. Until then I let the dead weight of his body rest on me like a giant caress, and focussed on the experience of having his cock throb against the flesh of my thighs. It rested right where they met, lying there like a shell in the breach, and the thought of it shooting up into my cunt made me dizzy with lust.

His mouth moved down to my tits and when his lips located one of my nipples, they closed about it and drew it in. The element of surprise was on his side. A flash of lightning connected that nipple directly with my cunt and drew an involuntary cry from my lips. At once Tim sucked in more of my tit, so much of it that it ballooned against his teeth, and I could only writhe about underneath him in helpless ecstasy. "Oh God Tim!" I panted. "Fuck me while you do that! It feels so good, too nice! I love it!"

He said nothing, for which I was grateful. His mouth stayed closed over my tit and the other tit was being mauled by one of his hands. The other hand was under my ass and the knob of his dick was bumping against various parts of my cunt, none of them near enough to the runny, hot opening yawning up at him. "Don't tease!" I moaned. "Put it in me, Tim, I want you so badly!" He kept on sucking my tit, switched to the other and took his hand to third base. Now he rolled off me and parted my legs with that hand to get at my cunt. The other hand stayed under my ass, squeezing my cheeks in such a way that my cunt opened right up for him. A second later his finger crept into my virgin hole and I thought I would swoon away!

My cunt felt like a flesh-eating plant that hadn't had dinner! The moment his finger came inside my cunt muscles closed around it and held on tight, pulling him in deeper, deeper, anxious for more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his hard, muscular body while his hands demolished me. His finger fucked me slowly, digging in deep so that the rest of my hand pushed into my cunt and stimulated my clitoris. The tables had been turned. Now it was I who groaned, who pushed up for more pleasure, more titillation. He manipulated me with finesse, turning on every part of me until I glowed like a beacon in the dark.

He took his mouth away from my tit and started to kiss his way down to my navel. Would he... ? It was too much to hope for. Yes, yes, yes! "Oh Tim, yessssss!" I sighed as his lips kissed mine. He drew my thighs against his ears and burrowed into my cunt as contentedly as any bug in any rug. And I stretched out like that same cat, purring again, feeling a warm glow suffuse my innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and cocking my cunt up at his mouth shamelessly. "Yessssss, oh Jesus yesssss!!" I hissed. "That's beautiful, Tim!" He nodded and then his wet, slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new thrills. This was just a foretaste, I knew it for certain. He was getting me good and wet for the entrance of Mr. Big himself, that stallion cock of his. At that moment it idled against my legs and transmitted its potent impulses to every part of me, warning me of my imminent destruction.

His mouth was performing marvels down there. That tongue dug in, dove deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up juices, and slipped back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and then his bottom lips would press against that tiny, maddening button, while his top lip came over my pubic bush, making like it was going to swallow me and bite my cunt off. Each time he did that my erotic anguish lent new force to the mounting ecstasy in my belly. I started to egg him on: "Eat me, suck me, swallow my cunt juices, Tim!" I sounded coarse to myself, a slut, a wanton, but it worked. He sucked my cunt dry only to suck harder and bring fresh supplies of the sticky fluids down. His nose nudged my clitoris and his hot breath made my labia tingle wildly. I had my hands on the back of his head now and I pressed it down on myself as hard as he had pressed my head not long ago. I understood why he'd done it, too. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to pull away... unless he wanted to fuck me, of course.

Tim didn't hurry. He ate my cunt until I was on the verge of screaming. My pelvis had gone mad. It jerked up and down uncontrollably, insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and rapid. I think it was out of fear for my sanity that he finally slipped up over me and covered my body with his. The moment his swollen knob bumped into my cunt I felt the hole open like the cave of Sesame and suck him in. There was no need for me to guide him or for him to probe. The magnet was on! His cock pierced my hymen on the way without stopping. I felt the flash of hot pain and then it melted in with all the other emotions boiling about in my belly. I wanted to remain aware of the moment, to fix my defloration in my mind for when I was sixty-five. But he swept me along with his big cock, pushing me into the weirdest regions of sensations that I'd ever experienced.

"Tim... Tim... !" I heard myself moan wetly. I clung to him as though I was drowning. All I could feel was his big cock stretching my pussy. The pleasure wasn't so much physical as emotional. I wasn't a virgin anymore! I was getting laid at last! That big cock... his tongue in my cunt... his cock blowing down my throat... "Fuck me!" I whispered desperately. "It feels so good, oh so good, more, more, MORE--" His hand clamped down over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up! You want to wake the whole house?"

"No, noooo," I moaned, moving my hips against his to get his stationary cock moving again. He held it still, trying to make me do more of the work, and I didn't wake up to that until too late. It was strenuous to fuck from the bottom up but the very strenuousness of the act made it intensely pleasurable. His cock was stuck in my cunt, pointing down so that with every move it chafed along the inner floor. Because it was so thick and long it flexed all of my pussy but it especially worked over that section. It seemed to arouse my asshole as well, and what with my tits aglow and my cunt on fire, that last outbreak of passion just about finished me.

He had to press a pillow over my face to smother the cries of passion that welled up in me. There was nothing I could do about it. All my strength went into driving my loins up against his to get more of that delicious drubbing. At last he took over. Slowly at first, then commandingly, shoving his cock deep into my cunt, banging his pubic bone against mine, and holding me pinned down with both hands as if he thought I might leave him alone. The pillow rested on my face just in case I wanted to yell some more. And I did, I did!

Strangled cries applauded the deep shafting of his cock, his masculinity, his power, squeals burst out when he rubbed my clitoris past the point of endurance, I grunted hoarsely whenever he went in deep enough to impale me; and as his fucking stepped up in that final gallop, I panted out loud in time with his rapid stroking. In-out-in-out, moving so fast that the friction of his flesh against mine threatened to sear my pussy permanently. And just as the pain started to make inroads on the pleasure, he released his soothing, warm douche of sperm that made it all better. As it blossomed inside me, so a giant orgasm burgeoned and blew, sending me spinning out into dimensions of bliss that hadn't even entered my dreams.

"You'd better get back to your own bed," Tim whispered after I'd had a chance to rest. "I think we made a lot of noise in the past half hour."

"If that didn't wake them, nothing will," I said.

"Maybe so, but I'd rather not take any more chances. Jesus, Jackie, Dad would have killed us if he'd found us in bed together."

Would he have? It gave me a tense, secret thrill to think what Daddy might have done. But Tim had a point. Besides, I'd received what I had come for. "Okay, I'll go. Thanks a lot, Tim, that was wonderful." I kissed him on the cheek and snuck out of his room. There wasn't a sound in the house. They had to be sleeping like logs to have slept through our orgy!

Back in my room it hit me really and truly that I had been fucked. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection, expecting to see a changed woman. Actually little had changed. My hair was all over the place, long strands plastered against my face with sweat, and I looked a bit wild-eyed; and, of course, there were unusual whitish trails running down the insides of my thighs. But other than that I was no different. Not on the outside. Inside I felt strangely harmonious, as though all the various parts of my body were working together at long last.

With a handkerchief I wiped away most of the evidence and then I lay back on the bed and tried to get to sleep. But too much had happened that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no matter how tired I was in body. From a virgin I'd gone to a bisexual profligate, all in the space of hours! And from a single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's fiancée, soon to be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue balls and I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through me. It wasn't fair of me... but it was fun!

Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before committing myself to marriage. And I would follow her advice, all the way!

In the morning it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to see the family doctor to get a prescription for the pill and a check-up. The doctor was Dad's brother and if he had been like most people's uncles I would have gone to someone else. But Doctor Eddie was a regular guy. He was handsome, younger than Dad, full of jokes, and at birthdays and Christmas time you could always rely on Doctor Eddie to give you something you really wanted.

I decided to take a bath first. Dad was at work and Mum was out shopping, Tim was still sleeping. I ran the tub and eased my body into the hot water to rest there for long, luxurious minutes. For some reason I was far more responsive to all sensations. The hot water seemed like an all-enveloping caress to me, sensual, lustful, like the hand of a horny spirit. When I closed my eyes I could imagine myself getting compromised all over, and before I knew it my belly pulsed with passion, my pussy developed an itch deep down, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself.

This was ridiculous! Ignoring my urges I reached for the douche. I shook the powder into the rubber bag, mixed it with warm water, and screwed the nozzle into place. The sight of that nozzle shook me up some more. It was slender at the bottom, thicker at the top, with four grooves running down the sides and small holes perforating it, all of which gave it the look of a menacing, unpleasant, yet titillating weapon. Had I been shoving this thing up my twat regularly without taking any notice of it? Suddenly it became a struggle to make use of it. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. My cunt throbbed and quaked, ready for any visitor. But I held back. What if I loved it? Would that mean there was something wrong with me?

I lifted my ass up out of the water by drawing my legs back, and tentatively placed the head of the nozzle against my pussy. Once it was there I hesitated. The hard nozzle pushed against the sealed cunt muscles, not hard enough to open them but firmly enough to send a long thrill up from my cunt to a spot right behind my eyes. Everything became kind of woolly... blending in with memories of the previous night, with cocks and tits and sucking lips... and then the oils oozed out of my innards and the nozzle slipped past the barriers to plunge into my moist depths.

"Oh noooo!" I groaned, holding it tightly and still so my cunt could get used to it. "That's too nice!" My words echoed strangely in the bathroom and snapped me out of the reverie. My free hand reached down further and began to squeeze the douche bag. Now a shower of warm water broke loose inside my cunt and a dozen thin streams titillated my oversensitive cunt like so many tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so high that my head slipped under the water. Coughing and spluttering I came back up and completed the douche. But even when the last drop had been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a cut-down version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little more ardently and setting my imagination adrift it became him, and then better than him. After all, I could control the speed, the penetration, and the angles! My hips rose and fell, causing the bathwater to slosh from one end of the tub to the other in mounting waves. The waves clashed and gallons of water crashed over the side and flooded the floor. I didn't care. The nozzle and part of the bag were up my cunt, exciting me into a self- forgetful reverie.

It took a good-sized orgasm to bring me back to earth. By this time the bathroom floor was covered by an inch of water and the tub was almost empty. With a sigh I got out of the bath and started to scoop the water back in with a dustpan. When enough had been removed I took to the puddles with bucket and mop. The work was done absent-mindedly. Most of my mind was on the brand new sensations that I'd been experiencing lately. Even being naked was a thrill.

A knocking on the door brought me to. "Come on, Sis, let me in!" Tim yelled. "There's no one home."