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And Two's Not Bad, Either

By Uncle Mike
(Max S. Wojtylak)
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In a house with eight kids it's hard to find time alone. Heck, it's
impossible. It's hard enough just to avoid being in a real crowd.

So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister Elizabeth in the room
with me when we were watching this old movie on TV.

Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Bradford. I'm 14, and,
like I said, I'm one of eight kids. And Elizabeth's one of my sisters -- I'd
say one of my older sisters, but they're all older than me. I'm the baby of the
family except for Nicholas, and he doesn't count because he's just 8. Anyway,
Elizabeth's just a year older than me, and for a lot of years we were the tail
end of the family, so we're used to spending time together. I mean, we argue
and stuff like regular brothers and sisters, but we're also used to confiding
in each other and asking for advice.

I never paid too much attention to what she looked like -- heck, she was
my sister, right? But some of the older guys in school asked me about her a few
times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in her. She doesn't look too bad,
for a sister, I mean. She dresses OK, and she's not real thin or real fat --
although she's always saying she could stand to lose a few pounds. And a couple
of the guys who asked about her said they really like her hair -- it's long,
almost to her waist. And she smiles a lot.

So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me alone in the
house, watching TV. Most of the other kids were out doing one thing or another,
and Mom and Dad and Nicholas were over at one of our relatives. Elizabeth and
me would have had to go to, but we'd been out that morning -- me working on a
school project with some of my buddies, Elizabeth doing something with her
friends. So we lucked out and Nicholas got stuck going alone.

So we're watching TV, right? And we couldn't agree on what to watch, so
we flipped a coin to see who could pick first. I lost, and Elizabeth picked
this old movIe. I said that wasn't fair because the thing was gonna be on for
like two hours, and by then somebody else might have come home, or even Mom and
Dad, and I wouldn't get my chance. But she just giggled and said she'd won fair
and square. Which was true, so I gave up. I could've just gone to my room or
something, but the movie didn't look too bad when it started -- some guy walked
into a dark alley and got blown away in the first five minutes -- so I watched
with her.

It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole movie, or even
beaten up. And the cop investigating the murder fell in love with this woman he
talked to, the victim's sister. So I was starting to lose interest.

But then the cop and the woman are about to say good night, and he kissed
her. I mean, he kissed her good. I leaned forward and I might have even scooted
forward on the couch a little. It used to be, just a couple of years ago, I
would have thought that stuff was junk. But I'll admit I'm interested in some
of the girls at school. Only I wasn't sure what to do. I'd never kissed a girl
-- not a real one, anyway, just Mom and aunts and stuff.

So I'm watching real careful to see just what the cop does -- like, does
he open his mouth? And do you aim right for the center of her mouth, or off to
the side, or what?

I must have been really into it, because when I felt a touch on my
shoulder I jumped up and almost fell onto the coffee table. And Elizabeth
started laughing so hard I thought she'd pee in her pants.

Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing, she started teasing
me about paying so much attention to the kissing. And I guess I blushed.

"Tommy! Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl."

I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her.

I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the teasing left her
voice. "No, really?" she goes. "Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry I made fun of you. I just
thought -- really?"

I told her I'd thought about it some times, but I just didn't know how to
do it -- you know what I mean. She giggled, and I must have blushed again. I
was feeling pretty dumb.

Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around me. "Look," she
said, "if you really want to know how to kiss, how about if -- well, if you
practiced on me? I promise I won't tell anyone."

I wasn't sure, but then I thought about how it would probably be easier
to get over having done something dumb with Elizabeth than with some girl from
school. Heck, I'd done lots of dumb stuff that she knew about. What more could
this hurt?

So I asked her what I was supposed to do.

She smiled. She's got cute dimples when she does that. "Well, uh, I guess
you should put your arms around me," she said, so I did. Elizabeth felt softer
than most of my aunts.

"Now just kiss me," she said. "You know how. C'mon, you've kissed Mom."

So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but she turned her
head at the last second so I landed on her mouth. I pecked at it and sat back.

She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was laughing inside.
"You said you wouldn't make fun of me," I said. I was a little angry.

"It's just," she started to say, and then she stopped for a second.
"You're right, I said I wouldn't. Look, maybe I should give you a few tips
first. I'm no expert or anything, but try this. Don't close your lips so tight.
Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And, for heaven's sake, don't jump away
like you got an electric shock. Take your time!"

We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better, I could tell. Her
lips pressed right against mine and we hugged each other and it felt pretty

Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice a little more
until she was sure I had it right, then she said I was ready for any girl in
the school.

That's when I started to ask a question, but I stopped. It was something
I'd heard the other guys talking about, but it sounded kind of silly to me. But
Elizabeth made me go ahead anyway.

So I asked her, wasn't there something you were supposed to do with your

I figured she'd start laughing at how dumb I was, but she didn't. She
just smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Who told you about that?" she wanted to
know. Just some guys, I said.

Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and she told me to kiss
her like before and let her show me. This time when we pressed our lips
together, she slipped her tongue between my lips and right into my mouth! For a
second I thought it was gross, but I had to admit it did feel good. And then
she said we should try again, and this time I should push my tongue against
hers, too. So we did that.

I didn't realize it, but while we were kissing I had gotten a hard-on. If
I'd known it I would've stopped right away, because I'd always been really
embarrassed about that kind of stuff; I really hated it when Dad sat me down
for the birds- and-bees talk. But I was concentrating on kissing, so I didn't
know. And Elizabeth and I kissed a few more times, slipping our tongues into
each other's mouths. I guess we were holding each other pretty tight, too. I
remember I could feel the strap of her bra through the back of her blouse. And
on the third or fourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid our
faces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she was kissing mine. It felt
really good.

When we sat back after that, Elizabeth's face was a little red, and she
seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little odd myself, kind of hot inside.

And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell open. I was wearing
a pair of gray sweatpants, and there was a big, dark stain right in the middle
of my crotch, right where there was a big bulge from my cock. Boy, was I

Elizabeth said she thought we'd better stop there, that I'd had enough
practice, and I agreed.

That night, I had a dream about her. I don't remember exactly what
happened, but when I woke up I'd cum in my shorts.

The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another it was impossible
to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought about her all day. Finally, after dinner,
I was able to pull her aside and suggest we slip out the back door for a little

I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was afraid she'd still
be upset about my having a hard-on the last time, but it turned out she'd been
trying to find a way to ask me the same question. We figured we couldn't stay
out there in the dark too long before someone noticed we were missing, but we
did kiss and hug a little.

After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance to sneak a kiss.
Like I said, in a family with eight kids there aren't a lot of chances to be
alone, so we didn't get together nearly as often as I wanted.

But each time we could, we'd sneak away, just the two of us. I remember
one time, we were kissing and I had my hands around Elizabeth's waist, and then
I started rubbing her back. I wasn't planning anything, really I wasn't. But as
my hands kept rubbing I slid along her side and touched her breast. Well, I
touched her bra -- and that through her blouse. But she didn't jerk away or
anything, she just kept kissing.

After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I could, even when we
couldn't get away -- I'd just slip my hand around her when we were doing the
dishes, or something, and no one else was watching.

That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were kissing and I was
stroking her through her blouse and Elizabeth asked if I didn't want to get
closer. She pulled her blouse out of her jeans and I put my hand underneath.
Her skin was really smooth and soft, and warm, too. I remember running my
fingertips over her side and touching her bra cup. It was stiff and scratchy,
and I didn't think she could feel anything under it. But when I put my hand on
it she moaned a little and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth.

It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do much more. I let her
put her hands inside my shirt, and she even stuck them down the back of my
jeans once or twice and cupped my butt, which felt kinda weird.

The fact is, by that time I wasn't thinking about other girls, just being
with my sister. That may not sound right, but I don't think either one of us
thought we were doing anything wrong. I mean, we were just kissing, after all.
And with so little time we couldn't even think about anything else.

Finally, after like a month or two, we got another chance to be alone for
more than a few minutes. It was a Saturday night, and we'd finished all our
homework, so Mom and Dad let us stay up late watching TV -- after everyone else
had gone to bed.

We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and Elizabeth put her
arm around me and pulled me in close and we started kissing. We were really
going at it hot and heavy, I guess. I pulled her blouse out of her pants and
she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits. I could feel my cock pressing hard
against my jeans, but I was used to that by now.

I don't even know what the movie was about. We didn't pay any attention.
Mostly because we were kissing, of course, and then we were keeping one eye on
the stairs to make sure no one woke up and found us down there.

But then we started licking each other's neck and stuff, and Elizabeth
leaned back until she was on her back and I was on top of her. With her on her
back like that, her bra was loose and without really knowing it I slipped my
hand inside and got my first feel of a real live breast! This will sound dumb,
but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I didn't realize that
it was the bra that was so stiff, not what was underneath. I mean, I knew there
weren't any bones or anything there, but I just never thought it would feel so

When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister's breast, it all
kind of hit me at once, what I was doing, and I pulled my hand out of there
fast. But Elizabeth grabbed hold of my arm before I could pull it out from
underneath her blouse.

"You can do that," she told me, and I didn't need to be asked twice. So
we kept on kissing, and I was fondling my sister's tits. I guess it's no
surprise that my cock was as hard as a flagpole, especially since I was right
on top of her. By that time she'd swung her legs up onto the couch and I was
right in between them, holding myself off of her with one hand while the other
was busy.

Well, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we were doing, I just
automatically started rubbing it against her. I mean, who wouldn't, right?

So Elizabeth, she says, "Hey, what are you doing?" And I asked her what
she meant, and she said down there. And I got all embarrassed again, but she
said it was all right.

Then she asked me if it didn't hurt, my jeans being so tight, and I said
yeah, it did.

"Well, why don't you slide them down, then?" she said.

I said I didn't know if I should. She said I could do what I wanted, but
she was gonna slide her pants down because she wanted to rub herself too.

I didn't know girls did that. I don't think any of the guys in school
knew, either, because none of them ever mentioned it. But Elizabeth said she
sometimes played with herself after we got through kissing because I'd gotten
her so hot.

Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and how I'd done myself
too. She said she thought that made her feel really sexy, and I told her I was
getting pretty hot thinking about how I'd made her feel, too. So we both undid
our pants and slipped them down around our ankles.

Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really smooth. I was glad
I just had on my white boxers, not any of the ones Mom had got me last
Christmas, the ones with the polka dots or the race cars. We both laughed when
we saw the matching stains on the fronts of her panties and my shorts.

Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on top of her again,
and I started rubbing against her. We started kissing again and stuff, too.

I guess just rubbing isn't enough for girls, because Elizabeth put her
hand down there and stuck it inside her panties. I would've put my hand on my
dick, too, but I didn't have one free, 'cause I was feeling her up again.

Since I couldn't touch my cock, I wasn't getting much satisfaction out of
it, so I started rubbing harder. Next thing you know, I'm rubbing so hard that
the head of my dick pokes right out the top of my shorts.

I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn't notice, and for a while she didn't. She
stopped kissing me and put her head to the side and just groaned softly and
then all of a sudden she jerked back and forth a few times.

I asked her if she was all right and she giggled.

"I came," she told me. "That's what a girl's orgasm is like. And that was
a good one, too. How about you?"

Before I could say anything, she started to pull her hand out of her
panties and it brushed against the tip of my dick. I said I was sorry.

"For what?" she said. And then she put her hand right on my cock!

I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it felt so good. Her
fingers were real soft and kinda slippery -- from fingering herself, I guess.
I'd never felt anything like that before; it was way better than when I jacked
myself off.

But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right, us doing that,
being brother and sister. She asked me if I didn't like it. Of course, I had to
say I did. Then she said that it wasn't much different than just kissing, since
we were just touching -- and hadn't I touched her breasts? Well, sure, I had,
and that made sense to me. Besides, it felt too good with her hand rubbing
along my shaft for me to ask her to stop.

So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers brushed over the
sides of the helmet, I thought I would die. But after she'd rubbed a little
longer it just felt right and pretty soon I felt something happening. I tried
to warn her, but the cum just shot right out of me and splattered over her hand
and onto her stomach.

We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my clothes back and got
her a towel from the kitchen to wipe herself off. By then the movie was over
and we figured we'd better go up to bed.

The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of the family when
Nicholas almost got us in big trouble. It turned out that while Elizabeth and
me were really going at it, he'd gotten up and started to come downstairs to
raid the fridge, and he saw me on top of her.

When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he'd seen us on the couch, I was
freaking. I snuck a peek at Elizabeth, and her face was white. What were we
going to say?

Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn't understand what he saw. He
said we were fighting. Elizabeth cut him off real quick and said we were just
having a pillow fight, and Mom told Nicholas not to be a snitch. Was I

That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay away from each other,
but she did manage to slip me a note. It said that we should probably play it
cool for a few days. I winked at her to show I agreed.

The next few days were awful, not being able to hold her or kiss her or
anything. I spent my nights jacking off in my bed, thinking about her.

When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just for a few seconds,
enough for a quick kiss; we didn't even have time to talk. But as we split up
again, Elizabeth whispered to me. "Write me a note," she said.

So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the time, and how I
had dreams about her, and how I missed our kissing. I slipped it to her when we
were all having dinner.

The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she thought about me, too.
That made me feel really terrific. And she said she couldn't wait until we
could be together again, which went double for me.

But for the next couple of weeks, we didn't get in a single kiss. We both
agreed that after the Nicholas thing we should play it cool, at least as far as
any late-night stuff. And we didn't want anyone to notice us going off by
ourselves all the time.

As it turned out, though, that didn't mean we couldn't do anything.

It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and me were sitting
next to each other. I was really in agony, having her so close that I could
smell the flowery soap she used but not being able to touch her or anything.
She had a white cotton blouse on and she'd left the top two buttons open, so
when she bent over a little I could see her breasts hiding in her bra. I wanted
to just yank open that blouse and grab hold of them.

With all that going on in my head, it's no wonder my cock was getting
stiff. I didn't think anyone would notice, with it under the table, but I think
Elizabeth may have guessed.

Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt something on my
crotch. I looked down right away and saw Elizabeth's hand under the tablecloth.
I felt her undoing my zipper.

I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to noticing anything
going on. It was tough to keep a straight face while my sister slid her hand
into my pants and pulled my hard shaft out and starting jacking me off. My dad
asked me to pass the butter and it took two or three tries before he got my
attention. Elizabeth just giggled and kept on.

When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down there and pushed her
away. No way was I gonna cum with my cock waving in the air like that, and get
it all over my pants. As it was, I just got it stuffed back into my shorts when
I exploded, and I had to wolf down the rest of my food and skip dessert so I
could go clean myself up.

After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it wasn't fair that she
could jack me off in front of everybody and I couldn't get a hand on her
breasts unless we were alone. She sent a note right back. "You'll think of
something," it said.

It was later that week that I finally figured out what she meant. In the
meantime, she sent me another note saying she missed our sessions so much that
she'd gotten a vibrator to help herself out. I didn't know what that was at
first, but when I sent a note back she drew me a picture. She said one of the
girls at school ordered a bunch from some catalog. Elizabeth wrote that she
kept hers in her locker at school, and when she did herself in the bathroom she
would think about me. God, that made me get a hard-on just thinking about it. I
told her so, and she wrote back that she'd prefer me to the vibrator any time.
If found out what she meant that night.

A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth and Nicholas all
sitting together on the couch. She had on a sweatsuit, which made her look kind
of lumpy -- but I still remembered what was underneath. Anyway, she said she
was cold and grabbed a blanket and threw it over her lap -- and then she asked
if I wasn't a little chilled, too. I was too dumb to figure it out then, but
luckily Nicholas, who was sitting on the other side of me, said he was -- so
Elizabeth spread the blanket over all our laps.

In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed my hand
and guided it over to her lap. When she tucked my hand under the waistband of
her sweatpants I got the idea.

My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I figured was like the one
above my cock. And then I felt some folds of skin. They were already a little
wet. I didn't know where I was going, but Elizabeth guided me a little and
pretty soon I had worked a couple of fingers into her hole and they got really
slick from her juices. I wasn't sure what to do then, but I started pushing my
fingers in and out and I could hear Elizabeth's breathing getting shallow so I
figured I was on the right track. Once I started rubbing faster but Nicholas
looked over when he felt the blanket shaking, so I had to slow down. It took
awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked a few times and then she pulled
my hand away, letting me wipe it on the inside of her sweatpants first.

So even though we couldn't get away by ourselves, my sister and I did get
a few chances to do each other -- when we were with the rest of the family! It
was so hot.

Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran into her at night
in the hallway as we were both going to the bathroom. We figured that it was so
late no one else would notice, so we snuck into the toilet together. The door
was hardly closed before Elizabeth was all over me, pulling my cock out of my
pajamas and planting her lips right on mine. And I was giving it back, too. I
put my hand down her panties and stuck my tongue in her mouth. It felt so good
to be with her again, without having to hide what we were doing. I was so hot
for her I came right away, although I kept diddling her for a few minutes
before she could cum.

I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said she felt exactly the
same. Then she asked me if I really meant what I wrote in my notes, that I
thought about her all the time, especially when I was jacking off.

Sure, I said, all the time.

Did I ever think about her being... naked?

Yeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what she looked like,
especially ever since that night she put my hand inside her pants. Elizabeth
smiled and said would I like to find out for real? I thought she was gonna
strip right then, but she said we should go back to our rooms before anyone
noticed. But if I really wanted to see her naked, she said, I should just wait
and see what happened the next night after dinner. She wouldn't tell me any

All that day in school I was going around with a permanent hard-on,
thinking about getting to see my sister in the nude. I figured she had a great
body, from what I'd been able to see of it and what I'd felt. I was a little
worried about her maybe wanting to see me nude too. I'm kind of scrawny and I
figured she'd be disappointed, and maybe she wouldn't want to make out with me
any more. But I tried to stop thinking about that and just concentrate on her.

After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I raced through it to
make sure I would be downstairs as soon as I could. I didn't know what to
expect, but I didn't want to risk missing out on whatever it was. There was no
way Elizabeth was gonna show me any skin with everybody else around, unless
maybe she'd figured out some way to do it where no one but me could see. But I
figured if she did that I probably wouldn't be able to do much touching, and
that would be a pain. I knew that once I saw her naked I'd want to kiss and
lick every inch of her.

When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs two at a time
going down, but nothing seemed to be happening. Elizabeth was just reading a
book, and Mom was sorting through some mail while Dad balanced the checkbook.
My sister gave me a wink when I came down, but she didn't say anything. I
flipped on the TV and sat back to see what would happen.

When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up but Elizabeth came
up and stopped her.

My sister said that she'd had an offer from one of her teachers to
babysit their kids New Year's Eve, which was just a couple of weeks away. Mom
cross-examined her about who the teacher was and how old the kids were --
four-year-old twins -- and how late she'd be. Elizabeth said she was supposed
to be over there at six and they weren't expected back until two or three in
the morning, so she would sleep over.

Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and even asked Dad what
he thought. He said he didn't like the idea of her being alone with those kids
for so long on New Year's, when who knew what people would be doing.

That's when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she had someone else
with her. Mom said it would be all right as long as it was some friend they
knew and could trust. My sister said she couldn't ask any of her friends
because then she'd have to split the pay -- so how about if I came along?

I must have looked really surprised, because Dad laughed and said it
didn't look like I was interested. Of course, the joke was on him because I
knew now what Elizabeth had planned, and I was absolutely interested. I figured
I better not show it too much, though, or they might get suspicious. I hemmed
and hawed, but in the end I let my Mom talk me into doing it.

The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean, Christmas came along,
and usually that was my favorite day of the whole year, but now it was just
another day that I couldn't do anything with Elizabeth because there were too
many people around. We did kiss under the mistletoe, but I couldn't even stick
my tongue in her mouth.

Finally New Year's Eve arrived. The other kids teased us about missing
the big family celebration -- which was a real tease, because all we ever did
was have cocoa while we watched TV. I was real careful to hide how excited I
was, but it was tough because my cock felt harder and bigger than ever and
every time I caught a glimpse of Elizabeth or heard her voice my dick jerked.

We got over to the Maxwell's house -- that was the couple we were
babysitting for -- about 6, just before they left for their party. They told us
there was lots of food and pop in the fridge, and left the phone number in case
of trouble. I didn't pay much attention, except when they repeated that they
wouldn't be home until 2, and more likely 3. They showed us where the sheets
and pillows were to make up the couch -- that was where I was going to sleep --
and finally got out the door.

At 7 we held a New Year's celebration for the twins with noisemakers and
ice cream, figuring that would give them time to wind down and actually get to
sleep at 8, their normal bedtime. It worked. We waited until 8:30, just to make
sure they were really asleep. When Elizabeth peeked in their room, both the
girls were out, snoring quietly.

While we had waited for them to settle down and drift off, Elizabeth and
me had been kissing and hugging on the couch, so my cock was in agony pressing
against my jeans and my hormones were at their peak. I could hardly wait for
what would come next.

Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she was supposed to
sleep, while she got ready. She cautioned me not to take off anything except my
shoes and socks, because she didn't "want to miss any of the show."

I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone awhile. I wondered if
maybe she was gonna change into something sexy like the women in the magazines
wear -- you know, some kind of sheer nightgown or panties with the crotch cut
out. I'd seen Elizabeth around the house in her pajamas or nightgowns, but
those never showed too much. Of course, that didn't mean I didn't like looking
at her in them, anyway, but I did think about what she might look like in
something fancy.

But when she came into the room she was dressed just like before -- a
loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue blouse with long sleeves and a white
sweater-vest. Nothing fancy.

I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because she laughed and
asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel Welch. I got afraid she might think I
didn't like her so I started to tell her how pretty she was, but she told me it
was all right.

Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started kissing and stuff.
It was good, like always, but I couldn't stop thinking about what was ahead. I
think Elizabeth was anxious, too, because before too long she got off the bed.

We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at each other for a
minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I sure I wanted to do this. I said yeah, was
she? I was worried again, maybe she was having second thoughts. But she said
she was just making sure, that she didn't want to push me into anything. Then
she looked down at my crotch and said it sure didn't look like I was being
pushed in. She could see my cock was pushing out against my jeans like a
balloon getting ready to bust.

So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair, I already had my
socks off, so she kicked off her shoes and pointed at me. "Your turn," she

I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she saw I still had a
T-shirt on underneath, but she went ahead anyway and took off her sweater. I
said she should take off her blouse too, and she gave in and did it.

She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I didn't care. This was
the first time I'd gotten a really good look at the breasts I'd had my hands
on, and they looked as good as I'd thought. Not real big, but not too small
either. They kind of bulged out of the bra a little.

It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt ashamed because I
had no hair on my chest, so I crossed my arms in front of me. Besides, I didn't
know what else to do with them.

Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should take off her top
first, like I did, but she wouldn't give in this time.

She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a dark stain on the
front again. This was my first look at her full body, in full light. She was
round all over -- not fat, I mean, but good looking, no bony knees or stuff.

I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and pulled them partway
down, my boner was set free and stuck the front of my boxers out like a tent.

Up till then we really hadn't shown each other anything we hadn't already
seen. But something was going to change soon, and we both knew it. We just
looked at each other again for a minute or so. Then Elizabeth put her hands
behind her back. When she brought them forward again, her bra came loose and
she tossed it aside. Her breasts sagged just a little, but they still stood
out. And now I could see her nipples, and the dark circles around them. I
licked my lips, trying to think of something smart to say, but I couldn't.

"So how do I look?" That was Elizabeth. She looked like she didn't know
what to do with her hands, either -- she crossed them under her breasts, then
put them on her hips, then just hung them at her sides.

"You're beautiful," I said, and I really meant it. She was. The most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a hand and brushed it
against the side of her breast. The next thing you know, we were hugging and
kissing. I couldn't get over feeling my sister's breasts pressing into my
chest, just skin to skin.

After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one of us said a word.
I could hear my heart pounding away like a drum, and I was surprised Elizabeth
didn't say anything about it, it seemed so loud. Every time I took a breath, I
held it for a long time before I let it out.

We were looking right into each other's eyes. I don't think we even
blinked. Then there was some kind of signal between us. I don't even know what
it was. But at the same time we both reached down and pulled down the last bits
of cloth and there we were: completely naked.

My cock stood out longer and stiffer than I'd ever seen it before. It was
pointing straight at Elizabeth's mound, where she had a patch of soft-looking
hair. I couldn't see much more of her crotch, just the top of the folds, but I
knew what was down there.

I don't know about Elizabeth, but I hadn't really thought much about what
would come next. I mean, I'd had dreams and stuff, but mostly just about seeing
her. I never really believed I'd get to do that, much less anything else.

She got back onto the bed, though, and got on her back. When she spread
her legs apart I could see everything. I just stared. I'd never seen a woman's
hole before, but just the sight of it almost made me cum.

Elizabeth finally asked me if I was just going to look or what. I snapped
out of it and crawled onto the bed next to her.

When we started kissing, she rolled over and wrapped her legs around me
and my cock was pushed right up against her mound. I could feel some juices
from her slit when it rubbed against my balls.

I thought I was in heaven. My hands went all over my sister's body. I
remember sliding my hand up and down her leg as it was wrapped around my waist;
it was smooth as silk.

She even pressed down on my shoulders and put my lips onto her breasts. I
got the idea right away. I kissed and licked at the sides, going from one to
the other, working my way right up to the nipples. They were already hard, like
little gumdrops. I even nipped at them, and Elizabeth seemed to like that.

When I moved back up and kissed her again, real slow, she slid her hand
down and put her fingers around my cock. I shot almost as soon as she started
rubbing. This time, though, instead of getting up to wash it off her stomach,
Elizabeth just rubbed it in. She even took some of it on her finger and put it
into her mouth and licked it off.

I was so wiped out by my orgasm that I just lay back for a minute. When I
looked over again, Elizabeth was on her back with both hands on her crotch as
she fingered herself.

I felt dumb for forgetting that she had needs too. I started to
apologize, but she said to stop talking and help her out, so I did. I put my
fingers inside her while I rolled over and started licking her breasts again.
They were saltier than before; I guess we were both getting pretty sweaty by
then. Anyway, it wasn't long before Elizabeth started bucking her hips up in
the air and groaning, and finally she put her hands on mine to make me stop
fingering her while she just jerked and shook.

I lay back again. I was kind of hoping she'd want to do it again in a
little while, because my cock was getting harder again. I'd never done it to
myself twice in one night, so I wasn't sure if I could, but my dick sure felt
like it.

Well, after a minute or two Elizabeth was breathing more normal, and she
turned on her side facing me, propping up her head with one hand. She just
looked at me, not saying anything. I felt a little funny, 'cause I didn't think
I was much to look at.

But then she started talking. Her voice was real low and quiet. She told
me that she really liked what we'd been doing, and that I made her feel real
good. I told her I felt the same way. I said it felt great because she made me
all excited, she was so pretty, and she made me feel warm inside, too.

What did I mean by that, she wanted to know. Well, I knew what I meant,
but I hadn't wanted to say anything. I'd been feeling that way for a long time,
only I didn't think Elizabeth did. But now, lying there naked next to her, it
seemed dumb to hold anything back. I rolled over facing her.

"I love you, Sis," I said. My voice wavered a little, I was so nervous.
"I really do. I --"

That's when she leaned over and kissed me, real hard. We held each other
close and she whispered in my ear that she loved me, too.

And then she said that because we loved each other, maybe we could do
something else. Honestly, I didn't know what she meant. I know that sounds
really stupid, but you got to remember we'd been kissing and making out for
months, and nothing more. I mean, this was my sister, after all.

I didn't know what she meant, but I just nodded and said it was OK. I
figured there wasn't anything Elizabeth would want to do that I wouldn't like.
I loved her that much.

So she told me to roll onto my back again, and she got up and swung her
legs around so she was straddling my knees.

Then she took my cock in her hands and stroked it, real gently. It didn't
take much before it was as stiff as a pole again.

"Now do you know what I'm going to do?" she said. I shook my head. She

"I'm going to put this inside me, Tommy. I think you'll like it."

I was stunned. She was gonna fuck me! Here I was, some dumb 14-year-old,
and I was gonna have sex with this beautiful woman, my own sister. It didn't
seem possible.

"Well, say something," she said.

"Wow," I said.

But then I thought of something. "What about -- babies?"

She told me it was all taken care of. She was using a diaphragm. She
explained that that's some kind of dojigger she put inside her, and put some
goo on it, and it keeps the sperm from getting in. She said she'd gotten one a
few months ago from her doctor, just 'cause one of her girlfriends dared her.
She would have gotten the Pill, but there was no way she could really hide that
in our house, so she got a diaphragm and kept it in her school locker -- next
to the vibrator, I guess. Anyway, she said that there was no way she could get

I didn't completely understand how it worked, but by then I wasn't going
to argue. I couldn't wait to do it.

Elizabeth scooted forward until the base of my dick was right against her
slit. She rubbed her hips back and forth a few times, and then she kind of rose
and squatted over me, grabbing my cock in one hand and pointing the head of it
right at her hole.

I had a perfect view, and it was incredible. Poking out of her hand, the
head of my cock looked huge, and when she rubbed it across her slit there
looked like there was no way it was gonna fit.

She told me again that she loved me, and said that she wanted to show me
how much. She said nothing that we did out of love could be wrong.

Then she lowered herself onto me.

When my cock first pressed against her, it just slid away. It took two or
three tries before she got it in just the right place. Then my dick slipped in
between her pussy lips, and they got wider and wider apart until the whole head
slipped in and the lips closed around my shaft and hugged it tight as she
lowered herself all the way. She did it real slow, so it was two or three
minutes before she was done and my cock was all the way inside her, with her
pussy lips right against my balls.

There's nothing that can describe how that felt. It was the best thing in
the world. Her pussy was all warm inside, and it was so tight I thought my cock
could never move.

But then Elizabeth started to hump up and down on it. Pretty soon I
started answering, humping my dick into her.

It felt so good I was sure I'd shoot my wad right away. But instead I
just stayed hard, which was great because I didn't want this feeling to ever
end. For a few minutes I just lay back and watched as Elizabeth's body bounced
up and down, or I looked at the way her pussy lips stretched around my shaft
and her juices oozed out and coated my cock. She had her eyes closed, but from
the way she was moaning I know she liked what we were doing, too.

Then I stared at the way her breasts bobbed up and down. They looked so
good I just had to grab them, and I caressed them and stroked my sister's
sides. We kept it up like that for, I don't know, it must have been at least 15
or 20 minutes. Sometimes Elizabeth would bend down and kiss me, and I'd slide
my hands down to her ass and pull her down onto me even harder.

She had another orgasm, and by this time I knew to just hold my cock
steady until her tremors eased up.

When she slid off of my cock, it was still rock hard. Before I could get
upset, though, she told me she didn't want to stop, just shift positions. This
time she got on her back and had me kneel in between her legs.

Her cunt was so wet and slippery by then that my dick went in on the
first try, right up to the hilt. I moved up so that it was completely buried in
my sister's tight twat and started stroking it in and out.

In that position it was easier to kiss. I let my hands roam all over her
while we pushed our tongues together, and I even made her jump a little when I
put my tongue in her ear.

We kept fucking like that for at least another half-hour. Part of the
time my cock was almost numb, we'd been humping so long. It even slipped out of
Elizabeth's pussy completely one time. She kept humping up at the air while she
grabbed at my cock and held it while I stuffed it back in.

By that time we were both so hot that I couldn't see straight and
Elizabeth was pounding her fists on the mattress and calling out my name over
and over again.

Finally she called out that she was gonna cum again and she wanted me to
cum inside her. "Fill me up," she said. "Fuck me harder, Tommy! Fill my cunt!"

I'd never heard anyone in my family talk like that, and to hear those
words coming from the mouth of my beautiful, sexy older sister while my cock
was driving into her pussy was too much. I shouted out that I was cumming, too,
and I did. This time it was like a bomb, with gobs and gobs spurting out of my
shaft, and Elizabeth took it all inside her, and she came with me.

I lay on top of her for awhile, telling her how much I loved her and how
good she'd made me feel. When my cock had shriveled all the way up, I rolled
off and we just hugged for awhile.

By then the room was pretty steamy and you could smell our sex real
strong. Elizabeth said we should open up the windows and let it air out a
little while we took a shower. She meant the both of us!

I was sure I was through for the night, but when the warm water started
spraying over us and trickling down my sister's naked body my cock sprang right
back to life. Elizabeth saw it right away, and I could tell even she was

It was pretty awkward in the shower, but there was no way either one of
us was gonna settle for just jacking off by then. Fucking was way too much

This time Elizabeth put her back against one of the shower walls and I
got right up next to her. She wrapped her legs around my ass while I held her
up, and it took some doing but we were able to get my dick into her cunt.

I was afraid to move much at first, and Elizabeth couldn't move her hips
in or out, but she started wiggling from side to side and that felt pretty
good, too. Eventually I got so horny I didn't care what happened and I just
started bucking my hips, slamming my big old dick into her hot tunnel over and
over and over. Our moans were echoing off the shower walls.

It was crazy, sliding around the shower while my cock was stuck right
inside her, humping away. When I came my legs got so weak we almost fell, but
Elizabeth manager to get her feet down in time to support us both.

By the time we dried off it was too late to do anything else even if we'd
wanted to, not with the Maxwells coming home who knew when. So we just got into
our night clothes and held each other and kissed and snuggled until we heard
their car pull up. Then I snuck down into the living room and crawled onto the
couch for the night.

Now that we know what fucking is like, I don't know how Elizabeth and I
are going to get by with anything less, and being around each other at our
house without being able to do it is driving me crazy. A friend of hers whose
family is going out of town this weekend loaned Elizabeth her house keys, so
we're hoping we can sneak away at least once. But after that, I don't know what
we can do. Elizabeth said maybe we'll have to let somebody else in on our
secret. I don't want to share her with anyone, but, maybe, if Susan was


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