Chapter 8
That afternoon when Debbie came home from the doctor's office, her brother Steve was after her. "I missed you," he told her, giving her the eye. "That's just too bad." Debbie shrugged. Instantly Steve could tell his sister was giving him the cold shoulder. "What's bugging you?" "Nothing," Debbie said, politely turning away from him and going up to her room.
But that wasn't enough of an answer for Steve He knew that something was troubling her and was determined to find out what it was.
When he found that she had locked herself in her bedroom he got angry.
"Open up, sis," he ordered. "Go away," she told him firmly.
Steve was not so easily put off.
"Let me in this fucking room," he fumed.
Debbie didn't want the neighbors to hear them arguing or fighting. Going to the door, she opened it. When Steve looked in her eyes he recognized that it was all over as far as she was concerned. And this was what made him even angrier.
"You got someone else who's taking care of you?" he asked angrily.
Debbie shook her head.
"But it's none of your business what I do with anybody. Can't you get that through your thick skull?"
The hurt look on her brother's face made her feel bad. She had come on much too strong and she thought for a moment she detected a misty glaze in his eyes as he looked away.
"I'm sorry," she finally said, putting her hand out to touch his shoulder.
"It's all right," Steve replied as he turned to go back to his bedroom.
All sorts of horrible thoughts spun through Deb's mind. What if Steve got so upset that he decided to take his life? That wouldn't make her feel very good. One way or another, she knew that she had to do something to satisfy him.
Going down the hallway to his room, she opened the door quietly and walked over to where he was lying on his bed. She pleaded with him to understand her feelings.
"It's not that I love you any less, Steve," she tried to explain. "It's just that what we're doing isn't right."
He still didn't turn around to look at her. It was almost as if looking at the wall and not seeing her eyes focusing on him helped reduce the guilt, shame and despair that tortured him at this moment
"I... I guess Tm no fucking good," Steve said. "I wish I was dead."
As she listened to his words echoing the very fears that she had had only moments before, Debbie realized how careful she had to be with him.
"I said I was sorry," she apologized.
"I'm sorry I was ever born," Steve lamented. *T wish you could forget that I ever lived if I killed myself."
At that moment Debbie realized how much her brother's love really meant to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed she bent over and started crying. As sobs racked Debbie's body Steve felt guilty for upsetting her. But he didn't know how to weave his way out of this tangle that he'd created.
"Oh, I don't want you to feel bad." He shook his head. "I'm not gonna kill myself. Not today, anyway."
Debbie finally told him that she did feel so guilty about their sexual experiences together that she i wanted to end it.
"Why do you feel guilty?" he demanded. "I was listening to a teacher talking about] incest," the young teenager explained to herl brother.
The word incest cut through her brother like a knife.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" he asked huskily.
"I can't," Debbie whimpered. "I want to be near you, Steve."
Debbie got on the bed beside him. Placing an arm around him she lay there close to him.
"Incest can cause great pain and anguish if any children are born because of it." Her brother turned to look at her. "Who said we were gonna have any kids?" Debbie realized he had never once suggested that she have children by him. But that ever present fear was tormenting her and she had to articulate it "It can happen," she said. "Not if we're careful," he insisted. "Yeah," she told him. "If we're real careful maybe it'll never happen. I just want to tell you one thing, Steve. I feel guilty as hell."
"But I'm the one who's responsible for causing you all this trouble," Steve insisted.
Debbie realized he was sorry, and this bothered
"I guess it isn't right for me to drop you like this all of a sudden," she conceded candidly, "but I'm trying to do what I think is best for both of us. If Mom and Dad knew they'd be ashamed. Dad may even want to separate us. He might think it's dangerous for us to live under the same roof." Never before had Steve even considered that posibility. It was all coming home to him now and in a tragic sort of way. His sister was right. They would be held up as disgraceful and disgusting if people knew they were having sex together.
"Incest is evil," he admitted.
But when he looked at her beautiful body somehow it didn't seem evil. It seemed like the most normal and beautiful thing he could ever ask for.
"I've tried to get you out of my mind," Steve told his sister, "but it isn't that easy. Just when Tm trying to get to sleep I get a hard-on thinking of you. I want to steal down to your bedroom and slip into bed with you."
This was exactly what Debbie had feared. If Steve ever made a play for her at the wrong moment all hell could break loose. For a moment she had nothing to say, but her thoughts were all focusing on when they were young kids and had bathed together. She remembered playing with his little penis in the bathtub. And she remembered Steve's curiosity about her slit. Vividly she recalled the first time her brother had slipped his finger in her pussy. It had felt so good. Then she recalled how Steve had asked her to place her mouth over his male member. It had been innocent fun. They had just been young kids then and when suspicions arose that they were getting too friendly their mother saw to it that they never saw each other naked again. But perhaps those early life incidents had laid the groundwork for what later had become an obvious sexual passion that Debbie did not know how to cope with.
"I feel so ashamed," she confessed. "But I must admit I like you, Steve. I like you that way."
Pleased to hear her say it, Steve rolled over and looked into her eyes.
"I know if we had kids they'd probably be all wrong," he admitted candidly. "But if I ate your pussy and you sucked my cock, we wouldn't have kids. And some people even like to do it a funny way."
She wasn't certain what he meant and she asked him to explain.
"I mean, like sticking it up your asshole," he told her.
At first when Steve said this it was such a strange suggestion that she could hardly picture it.
"That sounds like a funny way to do it," the teenage girl told her brother.
"But a lot of people like to do it that way." He smiled suggestively.
It was becoming evident to Debbie that her brother Steve was bound and determined to experiment with her.
"Why don't you just let me lick your ass?" Steve suggested. "Then if you enjoy having my tongue slipping up your asshole I'll fuck you." The idea of experiencing a new kind of sexual intercourse did appeal to Debbie. After all, she thought to herself, she should know the different variations. And with her brother it would seem so natural. He was crazy about her and she was just as crazy about him. Finally she told him, "Well, maybe just one more time. But we've just got to quit doing it."
Debbie said it so openly and honestly that Steve knew she really meant it.
"Why don't we take a shower together?" he suggested. "Then we'll come out here and try it. I think you will really enjoy it. And while I'm screwing your asshole with my prick I'll stick my finger in your cunt and play with your clit."
The portrait that Steve had painted of anal intercourse seized Debbie's erotic imagination. It sounded stimulating and exciting. She was eager to find out for herself what it would feel like to have her brother's throbbing, long cock meat slipping up her ass. Debbie was equally anxious to find out what the dual sensations of a prick up her ass and a finger in her cunt would feel like.
"All right," she said huskily.
Before they got off the bed Steve wrapped his arms around her. He looked into her sensitive brown eyes. He really didn't want to hurt her, yet he lusted so much for her he felt compelled to carry on sexually with her any way he could. He imagined how fantastic it would be to slip his throbbing prick up her cunt. But for now he wanted to try! something different.
They got in the shower together a moment or two later. And Debbie soaped him down. She even slipped the soap up his ass crack.
"You like to play with me, don't you?" Steve smiled as he turned around and reached for her breasts, tweaking the nipples.
As the water poured over their bodies, Debbie agreed.
"Yes, just like when we were kids," she reminded him. "Do you remember when Mom used to make such a fuss about us doing things when we were bathing together?"
Debbie laughed as she thought about it and Steve joined her.
"We were horny for each other even then," he confessed.
It was not going to be an easy situation for her. Nevertheless, Debbie was willing to let him do what he wanted.
"Bend over," he suggested, "and let me soap out your ass."
Debbie bent over and she felt her brother sliding the soap into her ass crack. He slid it back and forth a couple of times and then pulled it away.
"I can hardly wait to drive my prick up your ass," he confessed. Once they had finished showering, they got out the shower stall and dried off together. While they were lying on the bed she noticed he had brought a jar of Vaseline with him from the bathroom.
"I'll get my cock ready with this," he explained. Uncapping the jar of Vaseline he promptly proceeded to apply a thick coating of the slippery stuff to his throbbing male member. "Oh, it looks nice when it's slick like that," she told him, reaching for his penis. "Go ahead and pull on it," he urged her.
Debbie's hand firmly gripped his manhood. She pulled vigorously up and down the length of his shiny long shaft.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," he told her. "Keep it up, Debbie. Don't stop."
She kept pulling on his pulsating, rigid penis.
"Ohhh, yes," he told her, "pump it."
Debbie was pumping more life into his throbbing, long penis. And he could hardly wait for the moment when it would shoot. He wanted to feel her ass muscles seize his cock and squeeze the cream right out of it as he fucked her from behind.
Strangely now, Debbie's inhibitions were disappearing. She was losing her own guilt feelings.
Her brother told her the position he wanted her in.
"I want you to bend so far over all I can see is your ass," he chuckled.
The naked young teenager was in the middle of the bed. Her horny brother was looking in the mirror as he placed his hands on her asscheeks. Parting her buttocks, he began inserting his huge, thick penis. The blood-engorged tip pressed against her tight anus. For the first time in her life Debbie felt enormous fear. The insistent shove of his huge throbbing prick up her tight asshole was hurting | like the devil.
"Oh, stop it, Steve," she begged. "You're hurting! me."
"It won't hurt for long," Steve promised her. Grabbing her asscheeks firmly, he suddenly shoved all of his prick meat right up her butt. Shd let out a howl of pain as she felt his huge, throbbing cock invading the tight precincts of her behind. His balls slapped lewdly on her upturned asscheeks as he drove in with speedy, hard cock stabs.