Chapter 1

TRAVIS

What a year this has been for me, for our whole family for that matter. I wasn't thrilled about picking up and moving from Cleveland, the only home that I had ever lived in, leaving all of my friends, leaving the school that I was familiar with, all of my teammates on the football team, and just generally leaving everything that was comfortable to me. Dad said it would be the "Great Adventure". Yeah, that's bullshit. It really sucks to create upheaval in your life when you are fifteen years old. "Great Adventure" my ass, Dad. Cleveland is nice. It has four seasons. It has a big lake with good fishing--not that you and I ever went. Who the hell wants to move to the desert? It has all kinds of things for kids my age to do, and it has Ohio State University right down the road. But you never asked me what I thought about it, did you? Of course, you didn't ask Sarah or Mom, for that matter, so I shouldn't feel excluded.

But we did it, because that's what was supposed to happen, I guess. We sold the house and packed up the stuff and headed out across the country in that van. And we did pretty well for ourselves, too, I must say. We stopped whenever we wanted, so a bunch of neat places and were having a pretty good day until we had that problem in the rainstorm and Mom ended up putting the van in the ditch when she saw that bear. My initial reaction was "Oh, shit. Now what do we do?" but we even managed to come out of that okay. Hank came along, with his buddy Sam, and gave us a ride to his house. That was a night to remember, that's for sure. Or maybe I should say, the next morning was the first day of the rest of our lives.

Sarah and I were pretty well floored when we discovered that Mom had slept with Hank. It's just not something that a fifteen year old boy wants to discover about his mother. But then she told us about how all during her life, she had tried to live by some goofy set of rules that her feel more like a servant than a wife. I mean, she went on and on about how she had always considered any pleasure that she might experience with sex was unimportant compared to what her husband was supposed to experience. Hell, even I know that's bullshit, and I'm no women's libber, for sure. But our lives really turned upside down when she found out that dad was shacked up with his secretary. That day changed everything. Mom no longer felt guilty about sleeping with Hank and made it perfectly clear that he is a phenomenal lover. She was so happy to finally be able to enjoy sex that she decided that Hank should teach us both about how to enjoy sex as well. It wasn't much after that when Hank fucked Sarah for the first time, with Mom and me watching. God that was hot. And then he taught her how to give me a blow job, which was heavenly. And later, Sarah and I had sex, too. There is no way to describe how good that was! I had seen Sarah naked several times before that night, always indirectly through the reflection of two mirrors in our old house when she wouldn't latch the bathroom door correctly. I had seen her breasts and her pussy too, but it wasn't the same as that day. Oh my God, that day! Not just because she is my sister, but Sarah is really a very cute girl. Her face is always a happy face, her skin is smooth and her eyes sparkle. She really doesn't have very big titties yet, but then, she is pretty young still. When I saw her naked that day, having her first sex with Hank, I was only five or six feet away, and tome, her body was beautiful. Her titties may be small but her nipples sure aren't. They remind me of two big poker chips on a small scoop of ice cream. And when she gets excited and the ends get hard, the swell up and stick out even farther, like the tip of my little finger. And then there is her pussy hair. I've only seen pictures of other girls' pussy hair before, but seeing Sarah's gave me a hard on that hurt. It's light brown, just like the hair on her head, and it's not really all that thick because I can see her pussy through it. But it forms such a perfect triangle there that I just want to put my hand on it and hold it. Just thinking about it now makes me hot.

I watched Hank fuck her. He did it so slowly and gently that she never even cried out. I still think it hurt her though, but he was sure cool and considerate of her. When she came the first time, I thought she was going to faint, but then he kept right on going and she came again and again. When he was done and had pulled out, his cum started running back out of her and I almost blew my load just seeing that. I had no idea then that I would ever be allowed to have sex with her and my imagination was running wild. Ten minutes later, Hank taught her how to give blow jobs, and I was her first. She was really timid about putting it in her mouth but she did, and it was unbelievable. She actually sucked on my cock, moving her head up and down on it until I came, and then she swallowed all my cum. You really don't understand how good that felt, and there is no way I can really tell you. Seeing her there, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me, sucking on my cock and then looking up at me with her eyes. Hell, it's no wonder I blew a huge load.

Later, Hank continued teaching Sarah about sex. He actually fucked her ass! Right in front of us! I couldn't believe it. I had only heard about people doing that, and didn't really believe anybody actually did it, but he insisted on teaching her and showing me how to do it so that it gave the girl pleasure too. Sarah really didn't enjoy it the whole time he was fucking her, until right at the end. He was behind her; she was on her knees and had her face in a pillow and he was just shoving his cock into her butt and she was begging him not too and then, all of a sudden, she just started shaking and her butt started flopping around and then she moaned real loud. It was just that quick, too. One minute she was almost crying and then she was moaning uncontrollably. It was wild.

It wasn't even an hour later, after Sarah had rested, that Hank started asking me if I had learned anything watching him assfuck my sister. Of course I told him that I had, and then he told me to get undressed. He asked Sarah if she wanted to give me another blowjob or what, and she just pulled me right down on the bed and wrapped her legs around me. When I entered here I really felt like I had died and gone to heaven. She was so soft and warm and wet and tight. I had never imagined fucking would feel so good. Of course, I was so excited, I blew my load almost immediately but she just wrapped her hand around my cock and kept me hard and we kept doing it and pretty soon I came again. Tell me how it can possibly get any better than that.

I didn't keep count as to how many time that Sarah and I had sex of one type or another that summer, but I know that we slept in the same bed at least twice a week. There was never any giddiness or stupid immature macho bullshit. It was just the loving relationship between a brother and his sister. Although she really did not enjoy being fucked in her ass, she did allow me to do that about once a month or so, just because it was so exciting for me. Mom found her a doctor who put her on birth control pills and once they became effective, I didn't have to use rubbers any longer. Back in seventh heaven, I'll tell you. There is nothing so sweet as the feeling of my cock sliding into her tight warm, very wet cunt. And she does get very slippery and wet. It is sooo good.

We knocked around here for a while, just trying to figure out what happens with our lives after Dad. Hank invited us, encouraged us actually, to just stay here with him. He was very open and honest and said that he had never met anyone like Mom, and that he was actually falling in love with her and that he really wanted us to stay. So we did. Mom got us enrolled in school, me as a junior and Sarah as a freshman. I showed up for the first day of football practice and was immediately welcomed by all the guys and the coaches too. I had been pretty leery of just walking up and saying, "Hi, I'm here," but I didn't really know anyone, and so I had no choice. I tried really hard not to act superior to my team mates, but after the first several days of conditioning, once we were allowed to get into contact drills, it became pretty clear that I had much better football skills than most of the other guys on the defense. There are a few guys that are taller and stronger, but they just don't know how to use that to their advantage, and I can usually move them around however I'd like. The coaches asked me to spend some time with the linemen, hopefully to pass on some of the techniques that I use.

Football players are a strange group. I guess. A new guy comes to town, shows up for practice, ends up becoming a starter and thus, moving the previous starter to second string, and yet everybody is thrilled. Sure enough, here I was, the new guy, and by the time the first game rolls around, I am the starting linebacker in the middle, and the other guy is sitting on the bench. I am thrilled, of course, because these guys are the only guys that I know in the school. That didn't last long, however, because the cheerleaders held a cook out for the football team on the weekend before the first game, and some of our cheerleaders are quite attractive. Maybe it was precisely because I was the new guy, a guy that the girls had not grown up with, that caught their attention and made so many spend significant time with me at that first party. I actually was concerned that I was stepping on my teammates toes, so to speak, but I heard no complaints. Our first game was not a victory for us; it was a warm up for one of the big city schools. I think, however, that we surprised them and opened the eyes of some of the sportswriters from the area because we kept up with them until very late in the fourth quarter. They still didn't run up the score though, winning by only six points on a touchdown with three minutes to go. Compared to the results of previous games with that team, I think it fair to say that we scored amoral victory anyway, and they knew, when the game was over, that they had played a football game too. Just before the start of the second half, one of the cheerleaders asked me if I would give her a ride home after the game. Annette is a second year cheerleader, blond, really cute, and nicely shaped. She was one of the girls that had really welcomed me to the team during the cook out that first week, and I was more than happy to be able to offer her a ride. Of course, that wasn't all that she had in mind, and I was happy to accommodate her in that regard as well. It helps a lot that I am new to the area and don't know my way around because I can legitimately ask directions on where to drive and not be embarrassed. And she knew just the place to go, to be sure. It was about as remote as the road that Mom crashed our van that first day, but it had a neat view of a river and it was completely private.

Annette wasted no time in sliding over next to me. We kissed for a few minutes and I reached behind my seat for the small blanket that I keep in the car. She was out the door in a flash, I mean, before I was, and had that blanket spread out on the ground and was pulling her cheerleader's sweater off before I got around the back side of the car. That was my first look, up close at what I would describe as a really nice rack of boobs. I don't know the size, who cares? Plenty. A damned sight more than a handful of gorgeous tit staring me in the face, with cute little nipples that were bright pink and hard as rocks. I think I stood there somewhat dumbfounded, just staring at her boobs while she was busy unzipping that little skirt and ditching the silly granny pants that they make them wear underneath. I was playing motorboat in between her titties, but had to move on because it made her giggle. (I guess "motorboat" can be ticklish to girls.) I sucked on her nipples for a while I didn't want to waste too much time above her waist. She had shaved her pussy and it was bald as a little kid's. Just as I moved away from her tits, I think she thought I was just going to jump her then because she tried to keep me there. I pushed away and slid my head down between her thighs and began kissing them and working up towards her pussy. When I finally managed to make contact with it, she cried out, almost as if it was the first time anyone had done that. I kissed and licked around her cunt opening and then slowly pushed my tongue up between her lips until I found her clit. Oh man, her reaction was unreal. She started screaming, not in pain, but I surprised me just the same.

I moved my head away and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Don't stop, whatever you're doing."

So I moved back and then, instead of licking her clit like she anticipated, I just sucked it into my mouth and held it tight in my lips and started to pull away. She began kicking my back with her heels, screaming even louder. The harder I pulled on it, the harder she kicked, drumming her heels into my back until she finally just collapsed and let them fall back to the blanket. Quickly, I released her clit, moved up, and pushed my cock into her cunt, not stopping until I hit bottom, which was sooner than I would have preferred. I wasn't her first guy, that's for sure, but her cunt was still pretty tight and plenty wet and I was able to slide in and out pretty easily. She felt good and I was pretty horny so I only managed to last a few minutes before I shot my first load. When she felt the cum, her eyes flew open, shocked to feel it, I'm sure.

"Didn't you wear a rubber?"

"Nope. I don't like to," I told her. "You probably should think about getting on the pill." I never pulled out, just rested a minute and started fucking her again. This time I lasted much longer and she came twice before I blew my load again. That load seemed even bugger because I could feel it squooshing out every time I pushed in. I rolled off of her and we lay there, out of breath, looking up at the stars.

She didn't know how to ask me, or maybe she was embarrassed to ask, but she finally managed to find some words, "What did you do at first?"

"You mean when I licked your pussy?"

"Yes"

"Or when I tried to suck your clit off your body?"

"Yes, that too."

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked, teasingly, knowing full well that she was ecstatic.

"Travis, you can fuck me whenever you want to if you'll do that for me. I won't date anybody else. And you don't have to just date me either. Just tell me you'll do that when we go out and I'm yours for whenever."

"I'm not about to make that kind of a requirement on you. You can date whoever you like. I like you. I think you're fun, and you're damn sexy too. But I do think you need to get on the pill, because I don't like to use rubbers."

It was getting late, and she needed to get home. Before she was all dressed, I asked, "How are you at giving blow jobs?"

"I've only done it once before." She stopped putting on her sweater and moved her body down to my waist. Very tentatively, she put her mouth over the end of my cock. Moving up and down on the shaft, I had to tell her to make her lips tighter and create a little suction.

"You're not going to cum in my mouth are you?"

"Yeah, I think I am, Annette. Better get used to it. And yes, you should swallow it too."

She stopped, as if considering her options.

"It's a part of what a girl needs to do, Annette. It's a little like when you were screaming as I sucked your clit. Just think about that while you're sucking my cock, and everything will be okay."

She continued, and after a few minutes, I could feel myself getting ready. "I'm going to cum soon, Annette, so get ready for it. Just keep swallowing until it's all gone." A few seconds later I was pumping my load into her mouth and I saw her strain and then swallow a mouthful, and then another and finally a third before I was through. "Not bad for only your second try." I had her home by her curfew without problems.