Chapter 2
School day mornings usually got off to an early start, but this Friday morning just happened to be a Teacher's Convention day and classes had been postponed. And so Vic and Christie had been allowed by their mother to sleep as late as they wanted to. In other words, both kids knew that they were in no danger of being disturbed, which was just fine with them.
It was fine, because Christie and Vic had things to talk about.
It was a little after eight-thirty, and fresh morning sunlight filled the room from behind thin blue drapes. Both children were sitting in their own beds across from each other. Vic was sitting Indian-style on top of the covers in his pajamas, and Christie, in a lace nightie, was stretched out beneath the sheets.
Although she may have looked comfortable, her voice was troubled.
"I don't know, Vic," she was saying. "When I woke up this morning, I ... I really felt guilty. It ... just didn't seem right, watching Mom like that and ... and doing what we were doing. I felt ... I don't know ... all filthy inside, I guess."
Vic gave her a small grin. "Are you saying my sister is a puritan?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, of course not. You know better than that. It's just that...."
Her voice faltered. Vic nodded. She was right, of course. He knew damn well she was no puritan. She wasn't even a virgin! She wasn't fuck-crazy-she was a pretty sensible, normal kid, in fact-but she had made the scene with at least two guys he knew of. Still, she was only thirteen, and though Vic was only two years her senior, he sometimes felt as if there were years of experience-or at least sophistication-between them.
"I know," he said. "Maybe it was a little kinky. But you've got to admit, sis, it was a turn-on." He raised his eyebrows in a comical gesture, adding, "And how!!"
Christie couldn't resist a small giggle. "Oh, Vic, you always act so carefree about everything," she said.
He pushed himself up off the bed and came over to sit down on top of the covers beside her.
"Hell, you've got to, Christie. What are you supposed to do? Weigh and balance to death everything you ever do? Not me! I'm not going to walk all over carrying gigantic guilt trips around on my shoulders. It would be different if I ever did something to hurt somebody, but no one was hurt last night, were they? Okay, for sure Mom wouldn't have approved of us being out there, getting our jollies while we watched her get hers. But the point is, she doesn't know we were out of there, and no one was even bothered in the least by us peeking in. And I didn't see you beating a path out of there as soon as you saw what was going on."
"I won't lie," she replied. "You were there ... you know how much it was turning me on." Her face seemed flushed even as she spoke about it.
Vic nodded again. "So there you are," he said. "No one was hurt or even affected by it, and you and I really got to experience something that felt good. As far as I'm concerned, that closes the book on all this moral debate bullshit. I had a blast and so did you, and so did Mom. And if I ever have a chance like we had last night, I'll do the whole thing all over again without even batting an eyelash."
Now it was Christie's turn to flash a grin. "But I'll bet you'll be batting something else," she teased, "and I bet it'll feel a lot better than your eyelash!"
Vic laughed. "Uh oh!" he said. "You've got me dead to rights there. And that reminds me. I owe you an apology."
"Apology?"
"Uh huh. For last night. For what happened ... when I came."
"Oh, you mean when your ... when your cum got in my hair and on my ... my face." Her voice was faltering now, and Vic could see that, just like before, her cheeks seemed to become warm and pink even when she spoke about last night. "Th-that's all right, Vic," she said. "I ... I ... I-"
"Yes, Christie?"
Her eyes dropped down to the blanket. "Well, I ... I just wanted to say that ... well, that you didn't have to feel sorry about what happened ... with your sperm and all, I mean. I ... I kind of enjoyed it."
This surprised Vic, but he kept the surprise to himself. "You did?" he asked.
She nodded, still looking down. "Y-yes. It was ... exciting. You seemed to cum just a moment or two after the man with Mom did, and watching them and ... well, when you came and your cum ran down my cheeks, some of it touched my mouth and I licked it and ... it was so exciting, Vic, that I came all over again! I've ... I've never tasted a man's cum before and ... it was so exciting, I could hardly believe it!"
"You liked the taste of my cum?"
"I loved it. It was so hot and salty and ... and sexy!"
From underneath his pajama bottoms, Vic could feel his cock coming to life; could feel the warmth that began glowing in his balls and spread steadily until it seemed to engulf his entire being.
Unable to stop himself, his right hand reached down and started stroking his hardon, while his left hand reached over to touch his sister's face. She was still looking down, and he touched her chin affectionately and raised her face until their eyes met.
"Christie...." he said softly. "Yes, Vic?"
"Would you ... like to taste my cum again?"
Her eyes clouded. "Wh-what do you mean?"
He didn't answer her directly. While he continued to stroke himself, his left hand left her chin and traveled slowly down her bare throat and across her nightie top, stopping over one of her breasts. He felt her through the thin material, and twicked her nipple with a thumb and index finger. In no time at all the tit-tip was hard and throbbing with a need that confirmed his guesses.
"I mean that we're both still plenty turned on from last night," he said, "and if we want to, and if we're quiet, we can do something about it."
She finally got his drift. "Oh, no, Vic," she said, shaking her head. "No, that would really be wrong."
But the tone of her words was not as certain as the words themselves, and, sensing this, Vic brought his other hand away from his dick and moved it to her free breast. While he continued to tease one nipple with his fingers, he moved his hand back and forth over the other in even half-circles. That nipple, under the warm firm pressure, was soon as hard and needy as the other.
"All right, maybe it would be wrong to really., .to really ball," he admitted. "But ... well, we're all we've got right now, sis, and we do need sex. How about if we just played with each other, and made each other cum?"
For an answer, Christie just relaxed back on the bed as Vic continued playing with her titties.
"Ohhh, Vic," she sighed. "That ... that feels so good. You're right, I do need another cum and ... and after last night, it just wouldn't be the same to have to do it to myself. Ummmmmm . i. mmmmmm ... play with me ... and I'll play with you."
Vic leaned over and dropped one hand from his sister's boob, down under the sheets to the hot box between her spread-eagled legs. His hand effortlessly negotiated the upper band of her nightie panties. Her thirteen-year-old cunt was already damp and hot and throbbing. He began working her clit back and forth with his middle finger.
Letting his tongue lick out and sensuously caress her ear, he whispered softly, "You know what I want, don't you, Christie?"
She nodded, her voice coming out small-sounding and choked with passion. "You ... you want a blowjob. You want me to give you head ... like Mom gave to that man last night."
Vic continued to fingerfuck her as he fondled her breast. "That's right," he said. "Only I don't want you to stop like Mom did, Christie. I want you to give it all to me. I want you to taste my cum again."
His finger left her clit now and, with the use of two more fingers, he evenly stroked and thrust in and out of her steaming, yearning hole. The girl's tongue slipped out from between her dry lips and her hips started to rotate and lift up and down in time to her brother's wrist action.
"I'll do it, Vic," she said softly. "But you've got to ... to get me off too. I need it so bad. IT need you so bad!"
"And I need you, Christie," he replied.
Not taking his fingers from her slick cunt, he removed his hand from the one boob and stood up beside the bed so that his hips were level with her face. Moving his free hand to the front of his pajama pants, he parted them and a moment later his proud erect young pecker burst into view, the slit already sporting a goblet of love-cream in expectation of what was about to take place.
Christie drew in a short breath and could not keep her eyes from widening momentarily at the sight of his cock. She had, understandably enough, never paid an extensive amount of attention to her brother's cock. After all, although they shared a room and she had seen him nude on occasion, he was her brother and, well, a girl, even a sexed-up little girl like Christie, just didn't pay that much attention to the privates of someone in her own family.
But there it was. About eight inches of rock-hard muscle, and the old saying she had overheard one night at a high-school dance-"laying pipe"-suddenly made sense. For a pipe it most certainly was. A pipe of yearning flesh, the vein running along it pounding visibly with need.
Also, this was a new experience in another way for Christie, because she had never sucked dick before. The screwings she had gotten in the past had been hasty, immature-typical teenage kid stuff. But she did have an idea of what was expected of her. Just like she knew boys did, she and her girlfriends exchanged porno paperbacks that they managed to acquire. Sometimes these books were read alone and sometimes in groups. Sometimes they were read for giggles, sometimes to masturbate by, and sometimes to learn from. Some of the books were illustrated with photos, so Christie had seen women giving men head. And of course there had been the scene she had witnessed in her mother's bedroom the night before.
No, Christie had never given head before, but she was willing to give it a try now. And of course the fingerfucking that Vic was giving her twat helped things along too, made her want to please him as much as he was pleasing her.
Right or wrong made no difference to Christie then. She was too caught up in the need throbbing through her body. Her panties were still crumpled around her hips-they had not paused to remove them-and Vic was giving it to her in long, even, circular strokes. She had her legs spread as widely as possible and continued rotating her ass, pumping away and secretly wishing like hell that it were a real cock giving her that pleasure down there.
But then all such thoughts left her as she got down to the business at hand. With one last look at the prick that stared back at her, she opened her mouth, reached up and touched his cock with her hand, and guided it in.
"Oooohhhhhh," moaned her brother. "Ohhh, that's it, Christie. Ohhhhhh....."
As soon as her warm, wet, deep mouth had taken his stiffness in, Vic's fingers began rotating faster in her pussy and she could feel slight pre-orgasmic tremors begin to rattle through her pelvic region. She knew now that when she did cum, it would be something else!!
"My titties," she mumbled around the meat in her mouth. "Play with my titties...."
Vic still had the hand that wasn't screwing her draped across her left boob, but it was as if it had been forgotten with so much else going on. Now he complied with her desire and began kneading the nipple nestled beneath his palm. He worked his fingers too, playing with the whole thing. Christie moaned as she sucked, and this encouraged Vic. He ceased palming the nipple and brought his fingers into play, teasing and pulling at it until it was hard and erect. Then he did this to the other nipple, and then back again. Back and forth his hand moved, the fingers racing and pulling, the palm cupping and squeezing, while all the time he continued to both jerk her off and pump his hips against her face, letting his balls slap her chin as his hard cock dipped in and out of her sucking mouth.
"J-just the tip," he choked around his lust. "Just lick the underside of the tip for a while...."
Without speaking, Christie obeyed. After all, how could she speak with the mouthful she had?
Pulling her head back slightly and bending a bit at the neck, she just kept the pinkish-colored head between her lips, and then her tongue, which she tried to keep hard and stiff, really went into action at a super-quick pace. It wiggled back and forth across the sensitive flesh like some flicking little animal with a life of its own.
But she could only keep it up for a second. With a loud groan Vic thrust his hips forward and buried his cock once again deep in her milking mouth.
"Ahhhhh," he cried. "I can't stand it ... it's too good ... give me deep throat, you little bitch ... suck in every fucking inch!!"
They were into some high-speed sex action now, both of them lost in a whirring, whirling world of feelings and lust. While Christie's hips bucked up madly, the cock between her lips sank in even further than before, as if it were trying to crawl right down her throat and into her stomach! It was throbbing now, and she knew that in another instant her brother would climax, flooding her mouth with his love cream.
It was suddenly very important to her, for some reason she did not really comprehend, that they cum together. She was loving what she was doing to her brother, and she loved what he in turn was doing to her, and she wanted it to be perfect! And it would be perfect if they exploded at the same time!
"Faster!" she mumbled around his pumping dick. "Finger me faster!!"
"Anything, Christie," he moaned. "Just keep sucking, just keep sucking!"
He let his one hand center in on just one of her nipples, and he played with it roughly, pinching and pulling and tweaking it, flipping a finger back and forth across it, loving it with all the attention he could give. With his other hand he picked up the pace with her pussy too. He speeded up, and he plunged in deeper, reaming her as if his wrist were a piston.
Faster, faster, faster he fingered her cunt!
Harder, deeper she sucked his cock!
She closed her legs tightly around his hand and drew up her knees. Her entire body was slick with a thin sheen of sweet-smelling sweat. The sounds of their gasps and moans rang in their ears and excited them further as the pace of their mutual jacking off increased even more until it was at such a level that only one thing was left.
"I'm cummmmiinngggg!!!!" Vic moaned.
"Me too!" cried his sister.
It was all as beautiful as Christie had hoped it would be. Instantaneously she and Vic climaxed.
"Ubbb ... glubbbbb ... oooobbbb," she choked, as his burning-hot sperm blew out from his face-fucking prick.
Just like the night before in the hallway, his sperm was thick and salty, and when he came it seemed to Christie that he was covering every inch of her mouth-top, bottom, and sides-with a heavy coating of the stuff. She swallowed and swallowed as he came and came, but still the stuff exploded into her. She gobbled, and found herself loving the sensation of his cum as it went down her throat.
But this was about the only thought she had. The rest of her being was immersed in pure sensation right then, as Vic touched off her cum trigger and sent her reeling into another world on the force of her incredible orgasm.
Her slim young body jerked and tossed as he continued to tease her. She felt her taut asscheeks tightening and loosening on the damp bedsheet. She twisted onto her side, pumping at his hand, wishing that she could take it into her steaming twat up to the fucking elbow! Vic took his little finger and, for one last special treat, let it slide back and forth across her pink asshole. This brought on a whole new wave of sexual spasms.
"Vic ... Vic ... oh, darling!!!" Christie cried.
She didn't even-realize the word she had used, or the fact that it was her brother who was getting her off the way none of her other love partners ever had. No, there was far too much else to concentrate on just then.
Slowly, her orgasm began to subside, but still she continued to please her brother.
Seeing that the force of his climax was ebbing as well, she released the pecker from her mouth but did not let it go entirely. Holding the rapidly shrinking organ in her hands, she went on licking him some more. Her tongue caressed the entire length and width of his cock. His sperm tasted so good that she didn't want to miss a drop!
At last, with a sigh, she pulled her head back and at the same time Vic let his hands slide from her pussy and boobs. Sinking down on the bed next to her, he too heaved a long, satisfied sigh.
For a long time no one spoke, as they lay listening to the pounding of each other's heartbeats.
Neither one of them could ever remember having felt better....