Chapter 2

This time, when Bill slid his prick into my cunt, I was on the bottom with my legs spread wide open, and it felt like a blunt knife sliding right through the middle of a bucket of soft, sweet butter. And when I felt the tiny tickle of the thin hair on his balls against the intimate incurves of my rump, coupled with the wonderful closeness of his flesh lying on top of my own and squashing my bubbies flat against my ribs, it was so incredibly wonderful that, for a long time I couldn't move my cunt at all. I guess Bill felt the same way, for we just lay there, lost in the wonder of having our bodies so beatifically coupled, of being one with each other.

But that couldn't last forever, of course. I had to express my happiness and slid an arm around his neck and kissed him. Looking back on it, that was real funny ... for there we were, fucking and being fucked, and we didn't know how to kiss. Just birthday and Christmas smacks, delivered loudly like the kisses we gave and got from Harry and Mom, with about as much sex in them as there is in rubbing two lamb chops together.

But with what we had going on downstairs for us, with Bill's dong lying stiff in the welling cream of my cunt, it didn't really matter that we kissed like a couple of maiden aunts. And the movements of our burgeoning young bodies involved in that very amateur kiss caused a certain shift of our fucking pieces that caused me to come like Niagara. And from then on, our stillness was shattered.

Bill began pumping his prick in and out of me, and I got my feet set, wide apart, and gave him at least as good as he gave me. There was a rising tide of incredible sweetness that mounted within me until the whole world seemed to explode with voluptuous delight ... and because I was way ahead of my kid brother, he kept right on plumbing my hole with his stiff little cock so that, as soon as I came down out of orbit, it sent me right back into outer space again.

Life had never seemed even fractionally as good as it began to feel right then ... and then, and then, and then ... so that, by the time my brother's prick began jumping around and spurting sperm well up in my sopping hole, I was really winging way beyond Cloud Nine. I just pushed my pussy up around his flooding cock and grabbed it tightly and held it there, with our sopping wet hairs ground together in a steel-wool mesh until I had his last drop in the place it was meant to go.

Bill pulled out of me right away--or I guess his prick wilted on its own--and left me hanging right up the wall by the ceiling. It wasn't his fault, of course: neither one of us really knew what we were doing or how to handle the whole bit ... but that didn't do a thing for the frantic emptiness I felt when my kid brother pulled out. I grabbed my pussy with both hands, and rubbed my deserted clit as if I were scrubbing soiled underwear with one hand while, with the other, I dug my fingers into the slippery swamp of my hole and did my best to put out the fire he had left burning there.

I must have made some noise, because when I opened my eyes, there was Joanie looking over the side of her upper berth with her boobs hanging down like a pair of ripe peaches, whispering urgently, "Don't wake up Mom and Dad, Robin ... for heaven's sake, shut up!"

I was surprised that I should have been making sounds without knowing it. But then, that was a night of surprises. Joanie's remonstrance snapped me out of the awful fit of emptiness I was having and I began to realize that there was one hell of a lot more to fucking than merely getting a cock in your coozy and working it till it went off inside you--which was about all any of us ever learned at school apart from the bit about babies coming.

Pregnancy didn't bother us any more than it bothers any girls today, since Hotpants O'Houlihan had already briefed us on the Pill --and since we were none of us old enough to make a baby. But I knew right then I had a lot to learn, and so did Bill if he was going to keep on fucking me--which was something I could hardly have stopped if I'd wanted to, and that I definitely did not.

Joanie was sore, and I didn't really blame her--not because I had wakened her up but because I'd been fucked twice and she hadn't taken a load of semen into her own darling little cunt. She climbed down, naked and smooth as silk, and came crowding into Bill's bed. She took the damp remnants of his cock in her hand and looked at me, close to tears again, and said, "You didn't leave any of it."

"Aw, honey!" said Bill, giving her a hug and patting the budding cantaloupes that were beginning to bloom on her little-girl chest. "I'm sorry."

The results of that sympathetic gesture were both immediate and interesting. First, as Joanie buried her head against her brother's shoulder, with her dark brown hair falling around it like a flood in the moonlight that came through the window, I could see the rosy-hued nipple on her one visible boob stand up straight like a tiny prick. A movement of Joanie's hand, the one encircling Bill's prick, caught my attention then and, looking down, I saw his tiny cock, still soaking wet with my pussyjuice and his own sperm, begin to assume more interesting dimensions.

It rose rapidly, lengthening and thickening until it rose a full four inches of more and must have been a good inch and a half in diameter... and Joanie, feeling its surge against her palm and fingers, pulled her head from her brother's shoulder and looked down at it, uttering a gasp of surprise and delight.

I'll say this for Bill, he caught on quick and he didn't waste any time. Probably as surprised by his sudden phallic resurrection as were Joanie and myself, he tipped his kid sister right over on her back and, scrambling into her saddle with her legs sticking straight up in the air on either side of his rump, plunged his whang right into her all but hairless little hole. It made a squishy sound as it was rammed home, indicating that Joanie was just as ready as he was.

But her over-eagerness betrayed her again and she gyrated her crotch so violently that Bill's fucking piece slipped out of her and swung wildly about in the air. I could have pushed her away and taken over, but Joanie's ineptitude at fucking was both touching and funny ... so I sat on the sidelines again and watched.

She made a crazy grab for it and tried so frantically and with such poor aim to cram it back into her creaming little cunt that she missed and shoved it against the tight rim of her tiny arsehole. Then she tried again and missed in the other direction, sliding it along the top of her pussy and along her belly.

By that time, the moment of truth and beauty had passed ... and Bill's big beauty was becoming a sorrowful little pink mushroom, dwindling until it was almost out of sight in the folds of the scrotum flesh that surrounded it just above the sac of his balls.

He looked down at the ashes of his so-recent desire and said, "Shit, Joanie, that's not the way."

Joanie burst into tears again (she cried easily, like Mom) and Bill and I could only look at her helplessly. Finally I took pity on her. "Bill," I said, "maybe if I get you hard again and then hold her still on your cock, you can give her a dose of the same medicine you just gave me."

He said, "What's the use, Robin? She'll just louse it up again."

Joanie began to sob, reversing our positions: I grew afraid she would wake Mom and Dad, and I had no idea how they would take to finding us doing what we were doing ... or, in Joanie's case, trying to do. So I clapped one hand over her mouth and took hold of my brother's prick with the other and pulled that tiny mushroom right out of its hiding place on top of his balls.

It was like pulling a rubber band at first. It stretched all right, but there was no sizing in it and the stem grew so thin as I elongated it that I was afraid it was going to snap right off. So I let go of it and it returned to its hole, pronto, but when I began to rub my fingertips over its soft round tip, I could feel the hardness begin to firm up just under the soft, sticky surface. Then my hand was pushed upward as it began to grow once more, and I aided and abetted its growth by massaging its thickening stalk.

By this time, Joanie had stopped whimpering and was watching, roundeyed, with a hole full of hope. I was tempted to push her away and take my brother's full growth into my own more than ready cunt... but I had been brought up to take a full older sister's responsibilities toward the dear little girl with the premature boobs, and I didn't want to deprive her of something she wanted so badly.

So I pushed Bill flat on his back on the bed once more and got Joanie planted securely with his proud little prick run right up into her guts. She gasped, "Oh, thank you, Robin ... thank you!" and began snapping her underside around in more of the wild gyrations that had already cost her two perfectly good pieces of arse.

"She's going to lose me!" Bill yelped softly reaching for either side of her waist. But this was not enough to control her, so I added my own hands as promised, planting one flat on the gentle round of her belly, the other against her rump to hold her where she wanted to be but couldn't seem to manage.

Even so, I had to bear down with all my strength to keep her flapping arse under some sort of control. Joanie really went crazy whenever she got a prick in her hole ... then and ever after. In her own words, "When I feel that thing in there, something bursts inside of me and I can't control it."

Or, as Bill and I decided later on, she was just a lousy lay, too concerned with her own goofy reactions to give a damn about the tool that inspired them; while both he and I learned right away the key to receiving pleasure is to give it to one's partner ... and in the fullest possible measure.

Somehow, though, between us, we managed to keep her churning cunt over the pillar of joy that was making it churn until, with an, "Okay, here it is!" our brother finally sent his sperm spurting into Joanie's desperately flailing hole, then pushed her clear of his drenched dong.

Seeing that still-stiff pillar of pleasure free of any hole at all and with the juices that covered it from root to crown glistening in the moonlight was more than my own hot little cunt could stand. I guess I sprang at him like a redheaded tiger, because he gasped, "Oh, no, Robin!" as I shoved him over on his back once again and rammed my pulping little tunnel of love right down over my brother's prick.

My cunt, all the way up, felt like a chocolate eclair just bursting with goodies ... all rich cream and sweetness. But little Bill didn't seem to like it as well... not at first anyway.

He said, "Don't, Robin ... I'm only a little boy."

I shifted my cunt around on his cock and just laughed down at him and said, "You're not so little any more, thank goodness and Hotpants O'Houlihan."

He said, "Hotpants says three times in a row can kill a boy."

"I think either Hotpants was misinformed or someone was putting her on," I replied. "You don't feel exactly dead to me."

Bill said then, bless him, "Hey, maybe I'm breaking some kind of record."

I said, "I don't know about that, darling ... but you've sure been breaking some new ground tonight."

After that, we stopped talking for a while and put our minds where our fucking pieces were: locked in together in what seemed to me an unbeatable combination. Since we'd both got our rocks off a few times already, and it took my brother a long time to squirt jizzum into my guts again, we didn't exactly knock ourselves out and fooled around some, experimenting; trying our wings, I guess you could call it.

I started it by sliding my sticky-wet cunt up and down on his jock, bending his prick upwards as I pushed my bottom forward toward his belly button, then sliding it down toward his thighs so that it bent the other way. This gave me a real bonus, since it pushed the top of my brother's prick up against my clit from underneath ... giving me a spasm that was almost too much.

The second time I tried this, I pushed against my clit with my own hand, giving it double pressure and giving me a spurt of splendor that had me rocking and rolling on my brother's prick until I almost pulled a Joanie and fell off my perch. The third time, I grabbed Bill's right hand and pushed his fingers into the top of my cunt where my clit rose up from its walls of tender surrounding flesh. This time I actually blacked out from the sensational sweetness of the climax that followed ... though blacked is a lousy word for the terrific swimming sea of gold in which my surfeited senses swam.

But I didn't lose my place like poor Joanie. When I came down, Bill's cock was still firmly embedded in my underflesh and I was riding it like Paul Revere. When I came down from that one, I was ready to coast for a little while, but now my little devil of a kid brother decided to try a few tricks on his own.

The first thing I knew, he had grabbed my rump and was spreading my buttocks until it felt as if my arsehole would split in two. Then, with his fingers digging into my softest flesh, he began pumping me up and down on his still rigid prick. The way he had pulled my buttocks wide made my crotch just about flat, and this enabled him to get his sweet little cock maybe half an inch further up my hole.

This brought it into play with a whole new area, and caused me to feel a whole battery of delicious new sensations because I could feel the tip of his prick push back and forth over the flanges just outside the gate of my womb ... and even though I begged him to stop, he was enjoying his cock-socking too thoroughly and kept right on pumping my cunt up and down ... and after a few more times I wanted him to keep right on doing it forever.

Let's face it: I've been fucked by better erotic artists and more stalwart males than Brother Bill--but not by very many. Right from the start, he understood the giving-of-pleasure-to-receive-it principle, and no man who knows that can be all bad. That we were learning the ABC's of fucking together gave that night (I always think of it as my opening night, since Bill really opened me up) an aura of high excitement and adventure that has made it unique in my memories.

I don't know how long we fucked that final time, but the pattern of moonlight on the carpet moved a full foot and a half before at last we were through and my brother's prick had dwindled to nothing in my sopping cunt and really lain down for the night. We tried everything we could think of that wouldn't remove his darling dong even momentarily from my whirlpool of pleasure. If we were far from practiced amorists at that stage of the game, some of the things a couple of loving and ingenious kids can think up between them are remarkable.

When Bill let go my rump, I tried to get even by thrusting my still quivering cunt all the way down over the sweet instrument of torture in my guts, so that, once more, my labia and nymphae were mashed flat between our pubes ... then I tightened every cunt muscle I could command and said, "Can you feel that?"

"Gosh, yes!" he replied, and I did it again ... but it didn't seem to be hurting him any more than what he had just done to my bottom had really hurt me. So I kept it up for a while until, suddenly, his hands gripped the tops of my inner thighs, right where they make creases at the base of my belly, and pulled me down even further so that when his juice spurted up inside me, it seemed to flood my womb. That got me started, and my action saved his erection, so that we were able to keep on going for as long as we did.

Joanie had long since returned to her upper bunk on the other side of the room, and Bill and I curled up together like a couple of kittens that can't stand not touching each other and fell asleep with our fingers still fondling our fucking pieces; Hansel and Gretel at the roots of the forest tree, only they were lost and we knew we had just found something almost as important as life itself and a hell of a lot more fun.

At least, a hell of a lot more fun than living without it.

When I woke up, it was morning and, until my sleep-drugged senses got themselves straightened out, I didn't know what in heck was happening to me. There was a fading dream about jumping from a plane in a parachute, otherwise naked as a jaybird, and floating slowly to earth in a pleasant way until a breeze carried me inexorably right down over a tall thin poplar tree that forced its way slowly right up into my cunt. The more I struggled to work my crotch clear of this impalement, the deeper it penetrated my hole until ... well, I woke up and found the impalement was real.

I was lying flat on my back in Bill's bed with my legs sticking straight out to form a big V. My brother was in between them, as naked as I, supporting the upward slope of his torso with his hands flat on the tumbled sheets on either side of me. He was grinning like a happy chimpanzee as he slowly pushed his stiff pink prick in and out of my juicing hole.

And I mean, it was juicing. Like every other girl I ever knew who would talk about such things, I spent a little dew when I slept; but this was no meagre dew I was shedding, this was a welling of sex-sap that made my insides feel like the Johnstown flood. It felt sticky-delicious, too, sending sleepy little voluptuous tingles running through my slumber-slowed senses, shocking me into wakefulness.

For a couple of minutes or so, while I got myself together, all I could do was lie there like a piece of wood while my brother slowly poked his cock in and out of me; not all the way out, of course, but far enough to get a good start for the next thrust. I didn't feel like a log, though, as my cunt slowly smouldered and began to burn with the most delectable heat a woman can feel.

Slowly, I pushed my pussy up after one of his pullouts and, holding my buttocks clear of the sheet with both hands under it for support, I let go with a sort of shimmy-sideways motion that put me right on the road to heaven. Holding my position was a bit too much for the tidal waves of orgasm that rolled through and over me, so I pulled my little brother down flat on my chest and, lifting my legs, locked them around his rump and began pumping my bottom in every direction ever invented.

He began ramming his hot rod straight into me, while I convulsed every whichway around its drives into my sopping cunt, trying to work my crotch right up into his so that his prong would penetrate me even more deeply. He kept snapping his whole pelvis forward at mine like a dog fucking a bitch in an empty yard, and I gave him back just as good as he gave me while we rolled back and forth with me locked tight against his sweating, thrusting beautiful boy's body like a four-armed octopus.

After a while, he bridged up onto his hands and knees, but I hung on and he lifted me right with him, so that, in a way, he was fucking me in mid-air. And all the while, the most delectable sensations were pulsing outward from my wildly active tunnel of love and giving an otherwise dark and gloomy morning the illusion of bright sunshine.

I finally eased off and let myself down on the bed. But Bill was still fucking his cock (and my cunt) off. I opened my legs so that I could rest my heels in the hollows of the backs of his knees, making a sort of open parenthesis of them inside which he kept right on pumping away. This allowed me plenty of leeway for crotch-action, and I began a gentle rolling motion that, interspersed with a few variations, succeeded in bringing my brother to a boil. When I felt his darling cock begin the bucking I had already learned meant that ejaculation was upon him, the mere thought of absorbing another burst of that delectable life fluid in my womb sent me rocketing off into orbit fiercely, and we came together in a wild, thumping writhing tangle of sweat-slippery young bodies that was truly glorious.

"Hey, sis," Bill whispered when we came splashing back to earth, "it sure beats the old alarm clock."

I gave him a soppy hug and, at that moment, the alarm clock did go off, startling us so that he jumped right out of my skin ...