Chapter 4: Weekend At Home

"Mom and Dad are going to a big party this weekend! Will you stay home with me?" We were doing the dishes together...

"I don't know what I'm doing yet."

"I want to masturbate together!" I said desperately.

"I'll stay home." he said quietly.

"Cool. I love it." I giggled.

"Really? together?"

"OK?"

"Yes."

"I'm so excited!" I whispered, looking over my shoulder to make sure we were alone.

In the middle of the week, I couldn't wait. When the house was completely asleep, I crept down the hall to Mark's room and pushed the door open as quietly as I could. I heard a noise downstairs and quickly went back to my bed. I lay there listening tensely, but heard no more. NO lights came on, just silence. Again I walked down the hall, my nipples jutting against my gown. I stood beside his bed and looked down at his sleeping form. He lay on his back and I pulled the sheet back slowly so he didn't wake. His cock lolled quietly between his legs. I looked down at it and put my fingers between my legs and rubbed my panties slowly.

He snored and I let him sleep. I carefully moved his cock so that I could see it better in the dim light. It hardened under my hand and I watched it rise slowly. My breath came in heavy bursts and I tried to calm my heart beating firmly in my chest. Mark moaned and moved a little on the bed.

I stood looking at his prick, admiring it in the dim light. I remained very quiet and his breathing returned to normal.

I leaned over and my hair brushed against his cock and then fell onto his tummy. I stopped and waited, he moved a little, but then his breathing continued regular. I leaned further and let my lips touch it. Again it seemed to jump and stiffen. I stayed hovered above him for what seemed a long minute, then put my tongue out and touched it again. My heart was beating wildly.

His hand touched my leg. I stood still. The blood was pounding in my ears and I knew I should go back to my bed before I was caught. His hand seemed to caress my leg but his breathing sounded normal. Again my tongue ... to the tip ... and then withdraw. A taste ... not sure ... perhaps almond taste?"

I withdrew quietly and slipped back into my bed and lie staring at the ceiling, listening for any noise in the house. Nothing. I began to come down from the high. And I tasted my tongue more thoughtfully. A strange new "man" taste. Like no other taste.

Sleep began to cloud my dreams. And in the half sleep state, a shadow loomed in the darkness. It had come silently. I knew that it would be Mark. He stood above me. I pretended to be asleep. I made my breathing regular and deep. My play-acting even included a tiny ladylike snore. I stirred on the bed, crooking one leg out to the side and rolling flat on my back, close to his side of the bed.

He waited. I could tell that he was hardly breathing. He moved to the door and I knew he was listening to make sure our parents were not awakened as we were.

He came back to my side on silent feet. I felt him lift my gown and lay it back on my chest. "I wish I hadn't worn panties," I thought.

He just stood and looked. I moved occasionally, posing my young body. And I heard him sigh or moan more than once. I let my arm drop so that it was against his leg. He didn't move. I left it there in silent caress. And my brother looked at my body. It felt good lying there under his gaze. The bed sheet felt new and fresh under my body. His eyes warmed my body with his silent gaze. The room's quiet familiarity befriended me and I thought what a new thrill it was sharing myself with Mark. I moved again, parting my legs, the gusset of my panties seemed to me to be steamy, capturing my brother's eyes. Naughtily, I stretched and rolled my hips ever so slightly; but ever so sensually, or so I thought. I so wanted him to undress me ... I so wanted him to see my nipples ... my nipples he had made so hard... "Please touch ... please, please touch me..." the unspoken words careened softly around my mind.

He bent over at last, and barely touched me, but just put an almost imperceptible kiss on my panty covered mound. I moved and bumped his lips. He grew more brave and lay his fingers flat against my bush. Barely touching. I heard him inhale deeply.

My terrible naughty mind again. "Touch me, touch me ... Don't be afraid ... touch ... feel ... fondle ... oh, god, please fondle ... me..." Words unspoken raised a blush from my nipples up to the roots of my hair.

When he kissed my nipple, I thought I would lose control. He kissed the other and I whimpered, the tiniest little moan. And he stood up and quietly went back to his bed. I lay smiling with pleasure in the darkness. Sleep came with a warm softness that night.

I didn't wake up early the next morning, it was about 8AM and Mom and Dad were already gone on their trip. To be sure, I called Mom's cell phone.

"Where are you Mom?"

"Oh we left early and we stopped for breakfast, we're about an hour from Chicago and then another hour to their house. Did you just get up?"

"Yes. I was tired."

"Is Mark up yet."

"No, you know he sleeps in on Saturday!"

"OK, dear, take care of things."

I jumped out of bed and climbed in Mark's bed with him. I snuggled up close with my back to him and felt his arm come around me as he spooned his body to mine.

"Morning." he said sleepily.

"I called Mom, they are near Chicago."

His arms tightened around me and I squeezed his hand.

The next time I woke up it was 10AM. My panties were pulled down in the back and something warm was between my legs.

"Mark? Are you ... are you fucking me?"

"No. Of course not. You made me hard looking so beautiful. It's just against your pussy, Carly."

"Mmmmmm. Feels good." I squeezed him and rubbed my bottom against him.

"We have to make sure we have the rules understood, right? Otherwise we can't play like this." He said.

I nodded my understanding.

"Firstly, we cannot fuck. No matter how much we might want to.

I didn't say anything.

"Carlieeeee." he said.

I didn't say anything.

"And I think I shouldn't put it in your ass, either."

"Were you thinking about doing that?" I said a little shocked.

"No. Just kidding," he laughed.

"Agreed." I giggled. "Other than that, I think we can trust each other's judgment, Mark, I think that's enough rules."

"OK ... I guess so ... anything going on that you don't like ... you say... 'Great Scot, Aunt Edna' and we stop."

"It's just going to be a couple regular days, so what can happen." I said. He pressed his dick further between my legs and I touched it coming out the front. "But I can touch you and we can hold hands and we can kiss if we want to ... all unsupervised."

"If we do this all day, I am going to be one very sore cowboy. I f I don't get to cum, you know, my balls get very sore."

"Really? Or are you kidding?"

"Not kidding! That's why I walk funny sometimes." he said with a laugh.

"This is the first time you have touched me without my panties..."

"Oh, yes. Maybe we should have a rule that you wear panties..."

"Well let's not have a firm rule on that one. This feels nice."

We got up and Mark headed for the bathroom. I followed and pushed open the door to find him peeing.

"Are you going to watch me pee, too?" he asked.

"I think so."

"Then I get to watch you?"

I thought about that one. "OK!" I decided.

His stream started and he guided it with one hand. I stepped closer and took his hand away and held it for him. I could feel the stream of water coursing through his penis and the warmth of his dick.

"If you do that, I might get hard and it will stop." he said quietly.

"It must be getting used to having me around."

It eventually stopped and I put my hand on his chest and hugged him.

"Your turn."

I sat down before him and thought about it again. I decided there was nothing really wrong about it.

I finally started and he could just hear the tinkle in the stool.

"Spread your legs." he said in a choked voice.

He looked and I held onto his hand and nuzzled it against my face while he watched me pee. It sounds silly maybe, but it was very intimate. I wiped and when I stood up he held me in his arms and told me I was beautiful.

I entered the shower first and the water was splashing on my breasts as he entered and reached around me to hold them. We began soaping each other. Leisurely swirls around my bottom and lingering circles surrounded my tits. I took deep breaths of air as I held his cock in the soapy washcloth and gently cleaned it for him. I knelt and looked at the pink prick and scrubbed his balls very gently. And then between his legs. I ran my wash cloth between his buns and felt him spread his legs wider for me. I toyed with him that way for a long time and then went back to the jutting cock. I peered at the slit at the end and the red glans and the groove behind the glans and got acquainted with it's terrible fierce beauty. I imagined it entering me. Thought what it must look like if I could see it coming down my vagina. I thought about what it must feel like to have such a big firm thing slide into my body. Someday I would know. I told myself I shouldn't think about this particular one sliding into me, but really that's exactly the one I wanted. And I wanted it to be first, too!

"Ummmmm, what are you doing down there? Writing a book?" he laughed.

And then he knelt in front of me and I was suddenly terrified that he was actually going to touch it. And everything else down there too. I was, for a moment, frightened. He sensed that I was there and looked up at me, the water cascading against my stomach.

"Are you ready for this? Are you OK with this or do you want to do this part?"

I looked him in the eye and parted my legs for my big brother, my practice lover, and secretly, the love of my life.

He soaped the cloth until it looked like it disappeared into a cloud. Then he put his hand between my legs and gently washed my vulva. He brought it out and re-soaped it and rubbed my bush and tummy squeaky clean. But he went back to my vulva and I felt the soapy cloth so warm and soft, tease my lips apart. Again and again he soothed me with the cloth. I heard the cloth drop to the floor with a wet smack, but his hand was still there. His soapy fingers fondled and caressed the lips of my pussy. I looked down into his eyes and found him staring up, waiting for me to look into his eyes as he fondled my sex. I put my hand on his head and moaned softly as the magic fingers explored and played with my taut virginal lips.

"Yes ... Mark ... yessss." I murmured.

He kissed my bush and his fingers found my clit and focused on the little pearl. Faster and faster he fingered me. I had to put both hands on his head for support. He stroked all the way to the back of my crease and then continued with my little clitoris. My nipples were like stone and my knees were weak. I began to tremble. He continued the steady rubbing from side to side now, as my little clit vibrated back and forth with his fingers and seemed to be swelling between my legs. My nipples were swelling and my breasts too. And then it was just like Mom had said, like a huge sneeze through my whole body. My legs wouldn't' hold me and I crumpled down onto Mark. We sat on the floor of the shower touching and playing with each other like two children. I caught my breath but could just lean back against the tile wall and watch my lover stare at my pussy between my wide open legs. I loved showing off for him. The last soap had been washed away and I knew he was enjoying looking at my fresh-scrubbed, bright pink pussy and those plump lips between my legs.

He finally looked up into my eyes. "Beautiful~"

"You too, "I said and reached for his darling rigid cock.

We stepped out because we had used up all the hot water. It was getting decidedly cold in there.

He toweled me and I toweled him and then I looped the towel around his neck and hung from it.

"Do you know? I said.

"You just gave me my first one." I kissed him.

"Your first what?"

"My first orgasm. And it was wonderful. I'm so glad it was you!"

He carried me into my room and dropped me on my bed.

"you had better get some panties on right now! Or I will personally spank that pretty bottom."

"I dare you."

Instead he sat down on the floor and pulled me down into his lap and held me for a few minutes. I don't know if he knew that was the thing to do or he just wanted to cop another feel, but it was perfect for my descent from that glorious orgasm.

"Let's take a bike ride, this morning. What do you think?" I suggested.

"Sounds good. We can stop for breakfast, then ride around the lake. Good idea."

I had a mini-skirt on and white cotton panties I knew he could see and so I went ahead. I heard him laugh behind me as I headed down the street. I smiled to myself but didn't say anything. On Main Street, I turned left and we chained the bikes and went into the Coffee Spot, a favorite hangout that has been there since the year one. Charlie called out to Mark from behind the counter and we ordered and sat in the corner booth waiting for service.

He was finishing his eggs by wiping the plate with his toast when I dropped the bombshell.

"The reason I have been looking forward to being alone..."

He looked up expectantly.

" ... is that I need your help."

He looked concerned. "Yes? Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing wrong ... I just need help with a plan I've decided on."

He cocked his head and squinted at me.

"Ohh, now I'm not sure I can ask it..."

"Carly, don't stop now! You know I will do ... whatever ... you know..." he stuttered a little, unaccustomed to expressing emotions so openly.

I nodded and looked at the half sausage link I was pushing around my plate. I stabbed it and fed it to him across the table on my fork. I leaned against the table, my breasts resting on it like a shelf.

I looked off through the window onto Main street, now starting to fill with shoppers.

He touched my hand. "You can tell me anything! It's not ... you're not ... yunno, pregnant?" he whispered and looked around for fear of someone hearing.

"No! Silly! Just the opposite."

He relaxed and threw back his head. "What then?"

"I want to be with you today..." I paused again, looking around myself this time. "Because I want to have YOU take my cherry!"

"WHAT?" his shock was obvious and now everyone was looking at us.

"Shhhh! I said quietly. "Shhhh!" I couldn't help smiling, he was so shocked. "That's why I didn't answer or agree to one of your rules."

He thought back. I could see the gears turning in his head.

"You're crazy!" he finally concluded. "Not on your life!"

I smiled and looked down at my fork again. There was still a strawberry on my plate and I stabbed it and offered it across the table. He took it on his tongue and closed his mouth around it, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Carly, sweetheart! You know I would love to ... yunno ... I would. I won't deny it. But, of course we can't ... you know brothers and sisters ... just can't. Let me hear it, I know there is always something behind it when you come up with some weird plan!" He said quietly.

"That's the first time!"

"What ... losing it?"

"No, the first time you have EVER called me 'sweetheart.'"

He wrinkled his brow, thinking.

"I guess so. Did I?"

"Yes, you did! I wouldn't miss that." I just smiled at him.

"Well, it ... it ... well, " he just stumbled and spluttered, not knowing what to say. "Well, you know I love you ... as a sister!"

"You're doing it with Stacy!"

"That's different. I wasn't her first, either ... so that's no logic ... we just cannot ... Much as I would love to ... because you are such a hottie... " He paused a long time.

"And, Carly, because you are honestly the person who means most to me in all my life, to be honest, if that's what you want to hear. It's true. But because of that, I can't; even though I would love to."

"I know, Mark. But it's really important to me."

He got up and paid the check and I followed him out the door. We road off in the direction of Slater's lake, with him in the lead. After several blocks, he slowed and dropped back to let me pass. "I forgot how nice it is to follow you and your little cotton panties."

I giggled and led the rest of the way, my mind continuing to churn the argument.

"Let's rest!" he called, and we pulled down a lane to the boat launch area where we could sit and skip rocks on the quiet lake.

"I don't even know what to say." he said.

"Just say "Yes." I said quietly and reached to hold his hand after making sure no one was around. He wouldn't let m hold his hand in public.

"Mark, listen to me. Back when she was a cheerleader, Melissa got let one of the football players fuck her under the bleachers! They were sort of going steady, and he was a senior. He hurt her! He just shoved it in and tore her hymen. There was a lot of blood and he wasn't even nice to her. It was terrible. Just terrible for her. She got infected, too. I know that same thing could happen to me. You know, just get carried away or something. And it wouldn't be someone I loved or who loved me and it would be a terrible memory. And I know that I could be talked into it, you know how I enjoy thinking about it! And since Melissa told me, I have been looking things up - you know, Googling stuff! So I really know a lot about it. And I decided that I want my darling brother, who I love, adore and who loves me, to be the one to help me lose my hymen."

We rode back home rather quietly. I could tell that Mark was thinking about what I had said.

It was 3 PM. He slumped into a chair in the family room. "Why don't you ever ask me anything easy?" he groaned. "And don't look at me with tears in your eyes, either. You know I can't stand that! and, also, come here and sit with me, Goofy."

He held his arms open and I sprawled in his arms, lying across his body with my cheek against his chest.

"Carly, sweetheart. I mean ... think what Mom would say."

"She won't know."

"But just think what Mom and Dad would feel if ... we did ... and they found out sometime..."

We sat in silence, me cuddling into the warmth of his body. After a couple minutes, I started again.

"Mom did it..." I said in my smallest voice, buried against his chest.

The silence returned. I could feel the tension come to his body. "What do you mean, Carly..."

"With Uncle Matt..."

His breathing was short and his eyes darted around my face. He looked as if I were speaking another language. "You can't mean ... you can't know that..."

I nodded my head. And I kissed him lightly on the chest. I looked into his eyes. "Yes." I said.

He shook his head as if I were speaking gibberish.

Did you ever notice at Thanksgiving or Christmas when they are together, how often they hold hands/ How they touch each other when telling a story about growing up? How they look so ... in love ... when they are close?"

"Well. We probably look that way too. We're good friends ... we touch."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Almost the same way. But not quite."

"Well, they are older. It doesn't mean ... that ... doesn't mean what you are saying. Does it?"

Daddy too." I said softly.

"WHAT?"

"Daddy and Aunt LeeAnne. They have sex, too. Brother and sister, too, and they have sex together. Actually probably having sex today. Perhaps right now. I looked at my watch. I think it is wonderful, how the two sets of brothers and sisters have managed to remain close and quietly remain sex partners over all these years. Imagine. And we never knew."

"I cannot believe such a thing."

"It's true, sweetheart." I grinned. "My first 'sweetheart, ' too."

"Nahhhhhh!" he started laughing. "You're pulling my leg. I don't think this one is funny, though." But he pulled me close and kissed my lips for a long kiss.

"It explains my dream back when I was tiny. I've never told you, but I once had a dream that I woke up frightened one night and ran into Mom and Dad's room to crawl in between them. But in my dream, it was Uncle Matt ... not Daddy. Mom hugged me quickly into her arms against her breasts and when I looked up again, he was gone and Daddy was coming into the room in his pajamas. We all hugged and kissed and talked about there being nothing to be afraid of. I never thought of it as being scary or anything being wrong. I think that is when they started having two mini-vacations a year to be together without kids."

"My god, you have built a whole fantasy world around this, honey. You have to forget this."

""Want to see?"

He looked bewildered.

"I can show you. When we were gathering all those old video tapes from when we were little? When you got your MAC computer for Christmas and we were going to edit all the old tapes?"

"Yessssss..." he said quietly.

"I found some tapes we were never supposed to find."

I let that sink in. He looked at me, eyes wide.

"And I looked at them a little when you had to go to the store for Mom. They are tapes that Mom and Daddy and Uncle Matt and Aunt LeeAnne took on their vacations. Of them ... having sex..."

Mark leaned back and scratched his head.

"Want to see them?"

He nodded dumbly.

"Come on." I led him by the hand down the hall to Mom and Daddy's bedroom and we walked into the walk-in closet and I stood on the shelf and reached into the farthest pigeon hole and took out a few camcorder cassettes tightly wrapped in rubber bands. Each had a tiny red X on the label and had the name of the town or resort.

Mark took them and stared at them.

"Is it right to look at them? I'm not sure."

"I think it's all right for us to look at them, Mark."

"OK." he muttered docilely. "I'm not sure we even have the camera anymore for these old ones."

"I don't know. I played this one, which fits the new camera they got last Christmas."

"Yeah," he muttered.

He went down stairs to rummage for old cameras. He soon came back carrying a couple of huge old clunky looking cameras and a handful of cords.

We went into the family room and pulled the hassock up to the TV. He attached the cords to the TV and put a tape in. The scenes were just scenes of the lake and the two couples going boating, seemingly in the natural combination of married couples. Scenes of them doing silly things, laughing having fun. I put my hand on Mark's thigh and squeezed. He nuzzled a kiss against my forehead.

"They just look normal." he said. "I don't see anything wrong!"

I had to agree. The scene switched to the next year or the following one. And then things started to change.

There was a scene that showed Mom and Uncle Matt under the covers of a bed looking startled. Then they were laughing, but holding the covers up close. There was one of Daddy in bed with Auntie, which looked like one of those 'you took our picture now we get to take yours' things. And THEN, on another tape, there was a scene by a lake. A breakfast table on the veranda with Mom and Uncle Matt sitting with coffee, looking at the camera. Mom was bare-breasted and grinning impishly at the cameraman. There was sound on this one and Mark had to go and get another cord. They were just cutting up and telling the photographer, Daddy, to go away."

There were a good number of pictures of all of them in the nude or in various stages of undress, like you would on a vacation. But there were lots showing the brother/sister couples cuddling and finally one with Uncle Matt kissing Mom and squeezing her breast.

"Isn't Mom beautiful?" I whispered.

"Yeah, yes, she really is beautiful!" he said with a lot of emotion.

There was another scene with the two women smiling and hugging and posing on the porch overlooking a large lake. They were both completely nude. Auntie's bush was trimmed to almost nothing but Mom's was quite full and looked lush like the hair on her head.

I rubbed Mark's cock which was semi-hard and lying along his thigh under his shorts. I slipped my hand up the leg of the shorts and felt the head slip into my hand. We shared a deep kiss and he pulled me down on the floor to lie together and look at the lovers on the screen.

I'd like to say we stopped looking at the tapes, but teenagers are not built with a high sense of preserving the privacy of others.

"I enjoy ... I enjoy watching them, Mark..."

He nodded as our tongues continued to play.

"I want some pictures of us, too..." I said tentatively.

"OK ... I will..." he said, looking deep into my eyes. "Whatever..."

I didn't want to push him, so I just lay there enjoying our love play. He found my breast and pushed a nipple above my bra and quietly and gently suckled on it. I moaned and squirmed happily.

"I'm so sweaty from the ride ... do you feel like a shower ... together, I mean?" This time it was him suggesting it, I thought with a feeling of satisfaction.

"Yes, OK."

"I can look for the other camera..." he said.

Yes, OK."

We went upstairs and I stripped my shirt off as I walked up the stairs. He unsnapped my bra and it popped loose. At the top of the stairs I turned around and grinned as I let my brassiere slide down my arms ... I pulled his head toward me and made him nuzzle between my breasts. He turned a little and took one nipple between his lips and then put his hands under my skirt and fondled my ass.

"Mmmmm..." He moaned.

"MMmmmeeee too," I sighed.

He squeezed my bottom through the thin cotton panties. All the time, he sucked on my nipple and I tingled all over. Finally, he slipped his hand between my legs I stripped off his shirt, then pulled his lips back to my nipple. He pushed his shorts down and his cock snapped to attention against my thighs. We stood balanced on the top of the stairs and finally basked in the thrill of nakedness and having the house all to ourselves ... Together. We fondled and groped for more pleasure.

"Your panties are wet ... you know?"

"Yes." I groaned.

We walked down the hall locked in each other's arms and he snapped the light on in the bathroom. As he turned on the shower and stood waiting for it to warm, I took off my sodden panties and looked into the mirror. Two bodies, one with erect, jutting nipples, the other with a stiff jutting prick. It looked like a Grecian sculpture scene.

"Aphrodite Awaiting Penetration," I giggled, as I realized that my brother was staring into the mirror too.

The steam drifted out to cover the mirror and obscure the scene. He took my hand and led me into the shower. The water was hot, the way he liked it. I got used to it. He began scrubbing over my breasts with a soapy cloth and I tried to relax and enjoy his fondling. There was an electric cord between my nipples and my pussy! I just shivered with pleasure as he knelt in front of me and washed my entire body as I watched his serious face.

I parted my legs and he very tenderly slipped the soapy cloth between my legs and washed my pussy.

I gasped. He stopped moving and just left his hand there, staring up at me. I smiled at last and he washed me a little more.

It was his turn and I soaped his chest and his back. I knelt and slipped the cloth between his legs. He gasped a little, just as I had. We laughed and the sound echoed in the tiled bathroom. I tapped his leg and he turned. His cock was long and firm at eye level. I looked up at him and put the cloth under his balls and began to soap his genitals. Then his cock filled my hand inside the cloth. I felt him tense up and I pressed its length against my cheek. I grasped his balls and nuzzled the firm staff.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned.

By mutual consent, we stopped playing. He held me in his arms and we let the spray chase the soap bubbles all down my breasts and dribble off our prominent features.

As he toweled my body, and just as he came to my nipples and examined them with curiosity, I said: "Mark ... on the tape I saw ... they were having sex ... they were fucking ... annnnnd sucking..."

I wanted him to know so he could decide if he wanted to watch the remaining tapes or not.

He nodded. "Yeah, I imagine."

He still hadn't agreed with my plan.

"Can I show you something?" I said, leading him to his room and then to the computer.

I waited for it to boot and then opened it to a web page I had bookmarked.: www.bioportfolio.com/search/hymen_photo/.

The page opened and he frowned at the type and then at the thumbnails of some photos at the side of the page. when I clicked on it we were looking at several photos of female genitalia with varying degrees of hymen. They ran from one in which the hymen covered he opening completely and made penetration impossible.