Chapter 4
The next few days it was as if Bill were floating on air. He'd fucked his mother, and now he'd fucked his sister. He couldn't believe it. What boy could have asked for more?
Helen was pretty pleased with herself, too. She'd actually gotten a man, a nearly grown man, to fall for her. She knew then that she was beautiful, in someone's eyes other than just her own. Fucking her brother had proven something to the girl, something that was important to her and made her like herself just a little bit more.
But, while both teenagers reveled in what they had done together, neither of them was brave enough to approach the other about fucking again. It was as if that afternoon in the pool had been touched with magic, and Helen and Bill were both afraid that if they tried to push their special relationship any further, the bubble might pop and their whole affair-one perfect fuck-might be ruined.
It pained Bill to see his sister around the house, knowing that he had fucked her and could probably fuck her again if he just wasn't so afraid of asking. Sometimes she smiled at him or said something that nearly told him what he needed to hear. But still, he held back, getting more and more irritated at his own timidity as the days went by.
"Hey! Wanna throw the ball around a little?" David asked him one afternoon, interrupting his self-doubting thoughts.
"Nah," he groaned, trying to see the TV his brother stood right in front of. "Get out of the way, will ya?"
Tossing the ball in the air casually, David grabbed it back and stepped to the side. "Come on, you been watching the tube for nearly two days. "
"Shut up!" Bill snapped. "And get the fuck out of here!"
But David did neither. "What's the matter, man? Mom and Dad are gone and you don't even want to go out. You're missing a big chance here, Bill. This is our free time! We can do anything we want!"
"Yeah, and I wanna watch TV. " David sat down on the floor and rolled the baseball back and forth the length of the coffee table.
"TV? we could do anything-have a party, invite girls over, maybe have an orgy. " He giggled at his own naughty thoughts. "And you wanna watch TV? That's not normal. "
Bill tried not to listen, but the kid was getting on his nerves. With a hard-on for his own sister, the last things he needed to hear about were girls and parties and orgies.
"David, just shut up, okay? Shut up and leave me alone. "
David ignored him and wandered over to the telephone. "Maybe I should make some calls right now, get some girls over here. Yeah, wouldn't that be great? We could fuck 'em right here!"
"David!" Bill snapped, his anger rising. The young virgin fantasized. "We could call Sandy and Vicki and Lori! They'd come, don't you think?" He laughed lecherously. "We'd make 'em come!"
He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it with one hand while he spoke, driving Bill crazy. His adolescent ramblings went on and on, and Bill finally couldn't stand it. He jumped up out of his chair and grabbed his brother by the front of his T-shirt.
"What do you know about fucking?" he gasped, frightening the younger boy. "I'll tell you about fucking, dirty, home-made fucking. The other day, after you went off to brag to your friends about seeing your sister naked . . . well, you missed some hot stuff around here, boy. Yeah, me and Helen, fucking right in the pool. Yeah, it's true. So don't talk to me about orgies, you little prick. I got my own right here!"
His anger spent, he tossed David back against the wall and turned away.
Shock plain on his face, the younger boy gathered his wits about him and fled the room-in search of his sister.
Where the other two kids were timid, David was not. He rushed right up to Helen's room right then and burst in without knocking. His sister was standing in front of her mirror wearing a pink teddy, combing her long, silky white-blonde hair.
"David!" she exclaimed. "Knock first, okay?"
He came right into her room and grabbed her by one thin, tanned arm. "Did you really fuck Bill? He said you did. Did you really fuck him?"
"David-I-I"
"Because if you did, I'm gonna tell! I have the telephone number where Mom and Dad are and I'm gonna tell!"
At first, Helen was ready to haul off and hit her little brother, as had been her practice in recent times. Then she remembered that she was a woman now and women did not behave that way. They had more damaging weapons at then-disposal.
"Don't do that," she said sweetly, pushing all irritation from her voice. "I only fucked him 'cause you were already gone. Did you like my little show the other day? I put it on for you, honey. "
David sputtered. This wasn't at all the response he had expected. "Sure," Helen said, getting up slowly and moving across the room to sit on the bed. Still holding lightly to her arm, David followed. "And unless you mean to tell Mom about this, too, I just might do something extra-special for you right now, something I wouldn't even do for Bill. "
She lay back on the bed, her tits loose beneath the soft fabric of her teddy. She swelled sweetly and reached up to run her fingers slowly through her little brother's sandy locks.
"You want me to?" she asked, her tone making it impossible for the inexperienced boy to say no.
"Yeah, sure, I-I-I guess," David stuttered. "Come here then, down on the bed. That's right!"
As if she were acting out a part, Helen kept talking with the boy, flattering him, telling him how sexy and handsome he was. And, as she spoke, she coaxed him out of his clothes. Once she had him nude, she spread him back on the bed, her hands running up and down the front of his body, carefully avoiding the towering pink column of his prick-meat.
"Now, you won't say a word about any of this to Mom or Dad, right?" she whispered, her hands rustling through his prick-hair, just grazing the sides of his hard-on.
"I promise," the boy gasped, feeling how heavy his stiffening prick was.
"And you won't tell your friends, or any of the boys at school?"
"No," he grunted, "nobody!"
"Good," Helen grinned, her hands finally closing in around the base of his hard-on. "I guess we can go ahead then, huh?"
"Yeah!" David croaked, his body tensing as her soft fingers enveloped his hard prick.
Up and down, Helen slowly jacked on his prick. The boy willed himself to relax and prayed he wouldn't come off right then and there. He ventured a look down his body and saw how small her hands looked as they held onto his prick. They were tiny hands, little-girl hands.
Pre-cum bubbled from the tip of his prick and Helen used it to smooth down the sides of his prick and make her hand-job more erotic. She swiped across the tip of his cock with her fingers, never once losing the beat of her well-timed strokes. His prick was hot and firm in her grip and she kept a tight grip on it, lighting up the fires in her brother's loins.
"That okay?" she cooed.
David barely trusted himself to speak.
"Fine," he squeaked, his voice cracking.
Helen laughed musically. "Good. " There in her own room, her sexy, silky teddy caressing her, a naked boy on her bed, Helen felt the real vamp. She tried to look erotic as she turned herself and her wiggling brother on with her sexy hand-motions.
No one had ever touched David's prick other than himself, and he found the concept fascinating. His cock surged up through the ring his sister made with her fingers and the palm of her hand, and David had never felt anything better. This was great! This was the best! This might even be better than fucking!
No, that couldn't be, he thought as he fucked up at her fist. Nothing was better than fucking-at least that was what he had heard. And he knew for sure that his sister had fucked Bill. Now, a hand-job seemed a pale comparison. She'd said this would be special. Fuck! He could jack himself off.
"I hope this gets better," he said, trying to sound mad and threatening. "Maybe I had my fingers crossed when I promised not to tell--unless I get something more!"
Again nearly overcome with the urge to smack him, Helen smiled in her most ladylike fashion. She licked her lips, leaving them with a sheen that made them red and inviting.
"'Are your fingers crossed now?" she asked, tipping her head downward toward the dripping tip of her brother's prick.
David tingled from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet! She was gonna put her mouth on it! If he died right then, he knew that he would at least die happy.
"No," he said, his voice stiff. "See?"
He held out both hands for Helen's approval. She looked at them briefly and then smiled again, leaning forward until her tender lips brushed against the tip of his prick.
"Oh, God!" David gasped as she circled her mouth and slipped it down over the head of his cock. "Oh, man!"
Very gently, Helen sucked on the tip of David's quivering prick. She swirled her tongue across it, tasting his pre-cum and tickling the underside of his prick-head. She kept one hand around the base of his prick, massaging gently up and back with a maddeningly unchanging rhythm.
David whimpered and moaned as if she were hurting him. But Helen knew that the only kind of pain he felt was the kind that came in the company of incredible pleasure. She sucked on his prick-tip, sweeping her tongue back and forth across the taut skin. She nibbled at the crown of his prick, nipping at the spongy flesh with her front teeth.
The boy's eyes rolled back and he was lost in a dark world of ecstasy, the likes of which he had never imagined. This was his first try at sex, his first brush with the grown-up world of fucking. And, as far as he was concerned, it could not have been better. His sister's mouth was the sweetest thing he could imagine sticking his prick into. He thrust up into it, almost surprised when she didn't scream and pull her mouth away.
But Helen had no intention of pulling away, not now, and certainly not when he came. Although she had not intended on giving her little brother a blow-job, now that it was happening, she would not have stopped for the world. After the fuck in the pool with Bill, she had expected big things from him. But her older brother had turned out to be a dud. She was now plenty hot and more than pleased that her little brother had come around and "forced" her into this.
Her head bobbed up and down, her golden hair falling down around her brother's belly. David felt the soft tresses against his skin and reached down to touch them. They were just as silken as he had imagined, and he twined his fingers in them, relishing their shimmering softness.
Bit by bit, she took in more inches of his prick-shaft. At first the boy didn't understand exactly what was happening. He knew only that his sister's mouth was making him feel hotter and hotter. She kept her lips closed tightly around the shaft of his prick and the nodded, her tongue always working, working. It slithered back and forth and all around the shaft of his prick as she plunged her head down, then rode flat against it as she drew her face back up the lengthening pole of his sucked prick.
"Ummmm!" David moaned, squirming with the incredible joy she was creating for him.
His hand found its way through the curtain of her hair and touched her cheek. He could feel then how she puckered it in and blew it out as she worked over his prick-shaft. The boy was amazed that she could take in so much of his prick. Amazed and very, very grateful. His fingers touched the bulge in the side of her face that his prick made each time she took it into her mouth, and he felt his balls tighten up.
"Ohhhhh!" he sighed.
Helen sighed, too, her little rumbles of passion making his prick quiver. She took her hand away from his prick and held nearly all of his cock shaft between her lips. She ground her teeth into the lightly-haired base of his prick, hearing the crunching sounds they made against his prick-hair.
His prick-head now tickled at the back of her throat, but Helen hardly noticed. Having his prick in her mouth this way was nearly as good for her as she knew it was for him. She circled her tongue around his prick-shaft, touching him in every way that she could. His pre-cum left a slimy trail down the back of her throat and she swallowed often, ridding herself of his juices and her own collected saliva. The taste of him was delicious and it made her mouth water for more.
Her whole body moved as she used her mouth to pleasure him.
When David cast his eyes to the side, he could see her tits rolling around under the silky covering of her teddy. Her nipples poked out, making big bumps in the soft fabric. Tentatively, he reached out and touched her tits, again surprised when she didn't stop him. Bolder, he pressed her tit with the palm of one hand, feeling its firm texture and surprising heat.
"Ahhhhh," Helen sighed, loving the way he was touching her. "Mmmmmm!"
Again her cries of lust were transferred back to him through his prick-shaft. David groaned and fucked his prick into her open mouth. She wanted him. He knew that now, and he didn't hesitate.
His prick slammed against the back of her throat and Helen gagged. Afraid, David pulled back, nearly taking his prick completely away from her. But Helen recovered quickly and reached up, telling him with her soft touch that everything was all right. More carefully this time, David began to mouth-fuck her again.
The insides of her cheeks caressed the moving inches of his cock-shaft with constant, yet ever-changing softness. The boy sputtered, feeling that the end was near, yet wanting and fearing it at the same time. He loved the idea of feeding his sister a load of his cock-cream but, at the same time, he hated to think that this wonderful moment was nearly over. He wanted to keep on fucking his prick into her mouth, filling her cheeks with his hard inches. He wanted to keep ramming his prick into her until her lips were kissing the base of his prick-shaft.
"Ahhhh!" he cried, his arousing thoughts uniting with the arousing motions of his sister to carry him away.
More tightly than ever, Helen clamped her lips around the shaft of the boy's jerking prick.
She held onto both of his hips, keeping his prick all the way inside of her mouth while he suffered through his climax. Her tongue worked around and around, swirling and poking and caressing with maddening dexterity.
"Ohhhhh!" he cried, feeling as if his very being were being shot out of the tiny hole in the end of his prick.
David strained up, his orgasm the most intense he had ever experienced. He'd thought that he could give himself great pleasure with his hands-but he knew now that that had been nothing compared to the incredible ecstasy his sister was now bringing him with her luscious mouth.
Helen moved with him, letting his orgasm take her away, too. She surged forward and then ebbed back and down, following his motions and keeping her mouth tightly clasped around his jizz-shooting prick.
Time and again she swallowed, noisily sucking down his jizz. The strange taste of his pre-cum had served as an appetizer for the main meal of his cock-cream. She was ready for his load, and she wanted it, craved it, sucked it down greedily. Then, still hungry, she pulled on his prick with her lips, seeing if there was any more delicious jism to be had.
David's prick went down only slightly, but he had to pull it away from his sister's lips for fear she might suck it right off. He curled into a fetal position, feeling the blood pounding everywhere in his body, but especially in his tingling prick. Finally, he turned back to face his sister, a silly grin on his young face.
"Wow!" he said, laughing slightly. "Now what?"
He'd meant it as a joke, but Helen didn't laugh.
"Now we fuck!" she said.