Chapter 7

Stan dropped me off at the curb.

I got out of the car, giving him a good-night kiss.

"Let's do it again real soon," he said, winking suggestively.

I said nothing, walking briskly up the side-walk heading toward the front door.

I slipped the key into the door, entering the living room. There was only one light on, the one that we kept burning the entire night to scare off any potential burglars.

My folks were in bed, and had probably been there for at least an hour, as the clock on the wall told me that it was midnight.

I tiptoed down the hallway, walking past Mike's room. I observed that the light was still on inside. I was hoping that I could slip away undetected, since Mike had really started bugging me lately about going out so much.

Just about the time that I had it made, I heard the door to Mike's bedroom open.

"Come in here for a second, Susan," he said.

I was pretty certain what would happen, but I couldn't turn Mike down. I walked into his room, sitting down in a chair across from his desk, where he always did his studying.

"Who were you out with tonight?" he asked, a little crossly, I thought.

"I was out with Stan."

"That son-of-a-bitch again," he shook his head disgustedly.

"What's wrong with Stan?"

"He's got to be about the most lecherous bastard in the whole school. I've got a good mind to track him down and beat the hell out of him for bugging you."

"Relax. I happen to like Stan."

"Just how far have you been going with him?"

"What kind of a question is that to ask your own sister?"

"I don't know of anybody who has a better right," Mike firmly held his ground. "What the hell. I have always thought a lot of you, Susan, and I don't want you to give me any reason to think less of you now."

"I could say the same thing about you, Mike. After all, I'm a big girl now and I've got a life of my own to live."

"You're sixteen. You've still got a lot to learn."

"So do you. Maybe more than I do."

"I wouldn't say that."

"You ought to talk about me," I fumed. "I suppose you and Sarah are doing nothing more than playing tiddlywinks together. I suppose you two don't hop under the sheets."

"That's a damn nasty crack, and I don't like it," Mike said, reaching out and pounding his right hand down on the desk.

"You got it coming for the way you've been cross-examining me. So what if I went out on a date with Stan. So what if I came back at midnight. What's it to you ? "

"like I said, I'm your brother."

"And you're getting around quite a bit yourself with the girls. You should talk about me."

"I'm a man. That makes it a little different."

"Why is that?"

"Because it's different with men."

"Sure, you're giving me a big double standard. Men can do anything, but let some girl go out and do exactly what you're doing to some other guy's sister, and you go ahead and call me a slut."

"I never called you that."

"You were sure thinking it."

"You must be a mind-reader, knowing what I've been thinking."

"It wasn't so hard. Not with the way you were questioning me."

"I was questioning you for your own good."

"Sure, you and your double standard. You know so much about it. The very things you do all the time to your girl friends you wouldn't want me to do. Isn't that right?"

"Let's not get into that."

"No, I don't suppose you would want to get into that. I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed. I'm disgusted about this whole thing."

Just as I got up from the chair, Mike reached out and pounded his fist even harder on his desk.

"God-damn it, don't you see that I'm trying to help you," he said with futility.

"I wish you'd try and help yourself, Mike. I'm doing all right."

"Oh, sure. You get a reputation of having peanut butter legs, and you'll never get to marry anybody."

"What do you mean by peanut butter legs?"

"The kind that spread real easy."

"I'm not listening to any more of this."

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded," he said. "I love you, sis, and I'm trying to help."

I stormed toward the door, slamming it hard as I walked to my bedroom.

As I moved inside my bedroom and began to remove my skirt, I got to thinking about Mike.

Even though he had infuriated me, I was cooling off particularly fast in the privacy of my own bedroom. I kept thinking about how concerned he was about me. Maybe I didn't see things the same way he did. That didn't mean that he was any less sincere about what he was doing for me. He did want to see to it that I got nothing but the best in life. It was a statement he had made many times.

As I slipped out of my skirt, then my blouse, I walked over to the dresser drawer and took out my blue baby-doll nightie.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I slipped it on, placing my hands on my hips. I did possess a lot of sex appeal, and the more of my body that showed, the better I looked.

I observed the rich, full breasts, then my long, sleek legs.

Once more I began thinking about Mike. The very least I could do, I decided, was to go back to his room and talk to him. I should apologize for storming out of his room the way that I had.

As I tiptoed in my bare feet out of my room and down the hall toward Mike's bedroom, I felt the same kind of squeamish sensations running through me that had been with me the time that I observed Mike making it with Sarah.

Just a few minutes earlier, I had become so angry that I almost blurted out what I had seen happening between the two of them. But I didn't want to reveal myself as an eaves-dropper, so I managed to keep my mouth shut.

I rapped on the door lightly.

"What is it?" Mike asked.

"I'd like to see you again."

"Come in," he said.

I opened the door slowly, then crept into his bedroom.

I was aware of the fact that, the slower I walked, the more erotic I would appear.

At first his head was buried in one of his textbooks, but as I closed the door behind me, his curious eyes began to drift upward from the pages of the book and toward me.

After he got his first good look at my sexy nightie, he closed the book and gulped, staring at me as I moved closer.

He finally got up from his chair, standing stiffly as I moved ever closer to him.

The tension became so thick we could have cut it with a knife. He continued to stand there, saying nothing, observing me as if he were some kind of statue.

He wasn't moving a muscle, and as I took a look at his crotch, I observed a sizeable hard-on which was clearly observable over his trousers.

His erection made a beautiful outline, and it made me more aware than ever as to how excited he was by me.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted," I said softly, standing just a few inches away from him.

"It was my fault," he shook his head.

"I'm sorry for coming on in the way that I did. It just wasn't right and I realize it."

"I love you."

Mike stared at me for several more seconds. It was now clear to me just why he had been as fussy as he was about the young men that I had gone out with on dates.

It made sense that he would feel that way if he was jealous. No doubt what caused the burning resentment in his mind concerning Stan and other young guys was the mere fact that they were dating me. Perhaps he hadn't realized the motivation of his thinking until that point, but I could tell from the expression on his face that he was clearly aware of where things stood between us.

He reached out with his right hand, his body still stiff. The fingers came into scraping con-tact with my hair. He brushed my long, flowing blonde hair back with several soft strokes.

"You've got gorgeous hair, sis," he said. "I never truly realized until now just how much I thought of you."

"Take me in your arms, Mike."

Mike heaved a tense sigh, then released his fingers from my hair. He quickly threw his arms around my body, pressing it against his own.

With one decisive movement he had my breasts pressing eagerly against his chest.

While my breasts converged against his chest, he leaned forward and let his lips press against mine.

They collided with hungry impact, demonstrating to me just how much Mike really did think of me.

Once his thick red lips came into contact with mine, it was like he never wanted to let them go. They continued to remain locked against my own lips for a number of seconds.

While our lips remained fervently locked, our hearts fluttered with mounting sexual anticipation.

When he finally did release his lips from mine, he let his hands drop down from the small of my back, against which they had been pressed for some time, and down to my firm buttocks.

He fingered my buttocks with skill and sensitivity, moving his head forward one more time.

On this occasion he let his hot red tongue dance forward. He permitted it to slide inside my mouth.

Diligently he pressed his tongue against mine, creating jutting impact which had both of us in a state of great anxiety.

He reached out with his right leg and let it rub against my left leg. The additional contact, coupled with everything else that was happening, pushed me into a new orbit.

Suddenly I realized just why I was so eager to have sex with Mike in preference to Stan. It was because I thought so much more of him than Stan. Up until that moment I realized that my feelings could be no more than fascination. Lots of young sisters have crushes on their older brothers, but they don't extend to the point where they want to ball with them once they finally get the chance.

Once the restraining leash had been removed, however, and I realized just how appealing Mike was, it was as if Stan didn't exist. Not only Stan, but any other guy that I had dated or would anticipate dating.

It was as if Mike and I were all alone on an island, far removed from everyone and every-thing else, delighted at the opportunity to be sharing our love.

His tongue kept on stabbing repeatedly against mine, until he felt that it was time to remove it from my mouth.

He removed his tongue, then squeezed my left hand in his right.

"Let's go over here," he said, walking me over toward the bed.

As we stood inches away from his bed, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine one more time. He let his firm fingers move up and down my back, after which he suddenly released his lips from mine.

His firm arms glided me downward into his bed. My heart was beating more thunderously than ever as I awaited the first order of business, that of having sex with my brother.

Even though I still realized how provocative an act I was about to engage in, it somehow didn't seem wrong to me by that point. Making love to Mike seemed as natural to me as eating.

As I lay there on my back, looking up at Mike, he began to remove his shirt.

He tossed his shirt aside, then flipped his T-shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor as well.

He quickly undid his trousers, stepping out of them. After that, he tugged downward at his shorts, pulling them off, then walking to-ward me.

Naturally the first thing my eyes noticed was his throbbing penis, which he reached out and touched with his right hand.

It was evident from the big smile on Mike's face just how proud he was of his phallus, and from the consistent manner in which he stroked up and down it, I knew he would be seeking immediate attention.

He stood a scant few inches away from me, looking down at me intently.

"Kiss it," he said, pointing to his long, proud cock. "Kiss the tip of it, my darling."