l over and the next thing I felt was her hand on my stiff dick.I just about came right there.It`s the first time anyone other than me had touched my cock.Damn,Iwas in shock and at the same time it felt so good.So I just lay there like that as she slowly starts to slide her fingers up and down on my cock.Well it didn`t take long for me to shoot my first load of cumall over the sheets.As I was cummming my mom moved her hand and then spook up and said my name to wake me up.I acted like I was wakeing up and round over on my tummy to hide my hard on and said that I was sorry for what had happened.she said not to worry about it and that it was normal for a boy to have wet dreams.She got up to get a towel to clean up the cum on the sheets.And from that moment on I know that I wanted some more of what just happened.I got up and went to the bathroom to wipe myself off.As she was cleaning the cum of the bed,she said to be quite and not wake up my older brother.I didn`t even bother to cover myself up.I was hoping she would like to see it some more maybe.

When I came back into the bedroom she had gottin back into bed.I sliped back in myself.She ask me if I was ok,I said yes,but It still felt funny,She told me it would be ok,And then she put her hand back on it,It was still hard from the first time.I couldn`t believe how good it felt to have her touch my dick. I just layed there on me back and she slowly started to stroke it again.After a couple of minutes she let go and said that I needed to get some sleep,and that it would be ok in a little bet and I had school tomorrow.I said yes I know but I couldn`t go to sleep in the state I was in.she kinda giggled a little bet and then said I can help with that,but you can`t say anything to anyone because  mom isn`t suppose to do these things and she could get into big trouble.I said I wouldn`t and I never have until today. ( I just had to finally tell someone.I found this site and have been reading some of the other stories and thought I`d share some of mine.)  I was in heaven.She slide a little closer to me and she reached across and started to stroke  my dick again.This time I just layed there and let her go at it for a little while.I could feel it building up in me again and it felt so good.She slide down the bed alittle bit and had her head about on belly.I reached down and put my hand on her back.I started to rub her lowwer back as she stroked my cock.This was amazeing,I couldn`t believe what was going on.  She worked as a bartender and I was thinking that she most have gotten alittle drunk herself that nite,because I couldn`t belive she was doing this,But I didn`t care,It was my first time with a girl and it didn`t matter that it was my mom.As I lay there taking all this in I side my hand alittle farther down her back and I had it on her butt.It felt great,still felt firm and she had a nice little ass.She was not a very big lady.I started to rub her ass ,she still had her panties on.She hadn`t said anything yet so I started to work my hand under her panties.She let out a little moan and that was it.I was thinking aout her ass so much that i forgot about her stroking my cock.which was a good thing because it kept me from cumming so fast again.But I knew it wasn`t going to take much longer.My hand was feeling her ass and I slide my middle finger into her butt crack,I was sliding it up and down and she started to move her ass from side to side.I slide myself around alittle bet to give me a better reach.At that time I could my finger slideing down on to her pussy lips.They  were really wet.I slide my finger in some and it felt like smooth silk.Right then I shoot my load and it hit her right in the face.She laughed and got up real fast and went to the bathroom to clean up.she came back into the bedroom with a towel and wiped me off.Said she was going out to have a smoke and I should get some sleep.That I did.Layed there thinking about what had just happened and hoping for more.I fell a sleep pretty fast.But there is more.That was just the first time I got to play with my moms Kitty.Nothing was ever said about it.we never talked about it in the day time,but at night she wa a diferent person. more to cum

d fell in love.  I was bordered on two sides by National Forest land.  We finally struck a deal that satisfied both of us and I was the proud owner 40 acres of mountain meadow.  I gave notice and retired. My 401K’s and my investment in the market were to give me a substantial base and continuing income.

   I bought a good 4WD pickup and small camping trailer to live in and started building a cabin.  I selected a site that was downhill from a year around spring and laid out a two-bedroom cabin with kitchen, bath, large living room and a spacious enclosed porch that overlooked a small lake fed by the spring and on into the valley below.  All of this sat on a full basement.

   As time progressed, I bought a larger generator and also installed a solar power system.  Next was a wood-fired hot tub, set in the enclosed porch.  With a cell phone and later DirectWay, I seemed to have all the amenities a man could ask for.

   Late in the spring, two years ago, I was homeward-bound west on I70 from Denver where I had gone for my monthly shopping trip.  I stopped at an old-fashioned convenience store for a piss and a coke.  I parked around the side of the store by the restrooms and got out to relieve myself.  As I approached the mens room, I noticed the door of the ladies room was cracked open slightly and it appeared as if someone was peeking out.

   I peed, went into the store and got my coke and returned to my truck.

   Just as I was about to open the door on my truck a young girl stepped out of the ladies room.  She stood cautiously, with her back to the door and her hand on the doorknob.  She was blonde, blue eyed, slim, about 5'3, maybe 110 lbs with what I considered a knockout 34B-22-32 figure.  I really like small tits.  The down side was she looked tired and disheveled, wearing lo rider shorts and a tanktop.  Her other hand held a small canvas duffel bag.

   “You going west?”, she asked in a timid voice.

   “Yes,” I replied, “for a little way.”

   “Do you suppose I could hitch a ride?”, she asked.

   I hesitated a moment, thought, ‘What the heck’ and said, “Sure.”

   I went around and opened her door, offering to put her duffle in the back but she clung to it tightly, placing it on the floor at her feet.

   As I climbed into the driver’s seat and closed the door, she offered her hand.

   “Shana,” she said.

   “Dan,” I replied.

   She said that she had been frightened by her last ride.  The driver of the big rig had kept offering her a drink from his bottle.  He had stopped for another bottle and she had run and hid in the ladies room.

   She was 16, from a small town in western Kansas.  Her father had died in the First Gulf War and her mother had taken to alcohol to try to forget her loss.  Her mother’s drinking and her continued fighting with her mother had gotten worse lately.  She finally had decided that she would run away.  She didn’t know for sure where she was going to go but thought that it would probably be LA.

   I told her a bit about myself and where I lived.  After a while our conversation lagged and she started to nod off.  Once or twice she jerked awake but when she found that I was only driving and didn’t seem a threat, she dozed off, curled up in the seat.  The sight of her sleeping soundly was attractive and sweet, but not really arousing.  I guess I had not thought much about young girls, both with being busy and having an open relationship with an old friend in Denver, who was just as busy trying to keep her own small business going.  We usually saw each other whenever I went into town or on rare occasions when she would manage a weekend at the cabin.  This time she had been away to visit her sister in Dallas.

   It was already early in the evening as we drew near the exit where I would get off the interstate and start up the mountain to my cabin.  I pulled into a rest area about 10 miles from my exit and woke her.  I told her that this was the last rest stop before my turn off and that there would probably be enough traffic that she would be able to catch another ride.

   She thanked me for the ride, gathered her duffel and was opening her door when a big rig flew by, Jake brakes, then tires complaining as the driver tried to come to a stop.

   In a flash, she was back in the seat, ducked down and pulling the door closed.

   “Oh my god! ,” She exclaimed, “it’s him!”

   I knew in an instant that it was the driver that had given her last ride.  Her face was ashen and her whole body was shaking.

   “Please, sir,” she pleaded, “don’t leave me here.”

   I looked at her, helpless looking and frightened.

   Finally I said, “You can come with me to the cabin and stay the night.  I give my word that you’ll be safe there and I’ll bring you back down in the morning.”

   “Oh thank you, thank you, I won’t be any problem at all,” she promised.  Then after a slight pause she asked, “You don’t drink, do you?”

  “No silly, it’s just never been my thing,” I answered truthfully, “only a glass of wine occasionally.”

   “Well, I would have gone anyway, I think,” she said, “Anything is better then trying to dodge that brute.  At least you’ve had a shave and don’t smell bad.”

   We pulled back out on the interstate with her still huddling down in the seat until we were well back on the road.

   As we drove toward my exit, she actually seemed to be excited about seeing my cabin, asking no end of questions about it and how I had come to live there.  The drive up to the headwaters of the Arkansas River is not that difficult.  You just have to be a little careful. Shana marveled at the mountains in their evening colors.  Once as we were passing an old mining town I heard her snicker at the name and when I looked over she was actually blushing.  This was the first, even oblique, reference to anything sexual that had passed between us.  

   When we arrived at the cabin she oohh’d and aahh’d, I think mostly because I had told her I had built it myself.  It was still an ego boost.

   I showed her around quickly, how much of a ‘grand tour’ can you give with that few rooms.  First the bathroom, then kitchen and livingroom.  I indicated my bedroom and then showed her the guest room, telling her to make herself at home there.

   I left her in the guest room and went out to unload the things I had purchased.  I needed to at the least to get the groceries out of the truck and into the house to keep them away from the critters that roamed at night.  I had no more than started when she came flying out of the house.

   I thought that something had frightened her but all she wanted was to help me with the unloading.  When we got to the perishable items, she grabbed an armload and followed me down to the basement where the freezer.  I seemed to take no time at all and everything was unloaded. The all the while I was marveling at the enthusiasm of my helper.

   “We’ve done enough for now,” I said, “I’ll finish it tomorrow.  How about a pizza for supper?”

   “Sounds great,” she replied, then very timidly she asked, “May I take a shower before we eat?  I feel so grungy.”

   I said, “Sure, there are clean towels on the shelf, if you need anything else, just ask.  I’ll get the pizza started.”

   Shana headed off to the shower, I lit the oven and set it for pizza.  Then I went out to fire up the hot tub and bring in wood for the fireplace.

   When the oven was ready, I put the pizza in, set the timer and started a fire in the fireplace.  Any time of year at this altitude it is cool at night and the fire does a nice job of keeping the chill off.

   Shana came out of the shower dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and a white blouse.  She had a towel wrapped around her hair and suddenly it hit me, I never used a hair drier so I didn’t have one.   She was no longer a bedraggled ragamuffin but a very beautiful and alluring young lady.  She had applied just a hint of makeup, accenting her natural beauty.  

   The pizza was right on time.  The ‘ding’ of the timer startled me out of the revery.  I turned quickly and retrieved two cokes from the fridge, set them on the table and went to get the pizza.  It wasn’t a lavish meal.  I could tell that she must not have eaten lately, but she would pause after each piece as if to ask permission for another.  We ate with little chatter, she consuming pizza and I admiring her beauty.

   After pizza on paper plates, there isn’t much cleanup that the trash can can’t handle and we moved to the livingroom to sit watching the fire.  Shana had been strangely quiet all through supper and remained so as we sat watching the glow of the wood fire.  I wondered if the way I had looked at her when she came out of the shower was bothering her.
 
   Finally she said, “I’m really tired, if it’s OK with you, I’m off to bed.”
 
   I replied, “Sure, I’ll see you in the morning, I’m headed to the hot tub.”

    The porch has large French doors in front of the hot tub and when they are open and there is a moon at night you can see it reflected on the lake.  I usually go naked in the hot tub but opt for an old ‘speedo’ suit tonight.  Thinking I’d be by myself I took a lighter and a joint with me.  All else aside, I’d sleep well.

   I settled into the tub, lit the joint and relaxed.  My mind snapped back to the vision of Shana coming out of the shower.  I took another hit and my cock started to stir, trying to imagine what might have been under those cutoffs and blouse.  The more I thought about it the harder I got.  Part of my mind was saying, ‘Don’t even think about it’, but it kept coming back stronger each time.  Then I thought, ‘I’ll just get myself off and she won’t even know, so that will be all right.’

   I had just reached down and was about to slip off the ‘speedo’ when I sensed some thing and turned to see her standing there watching me.

   “That smells nice.”  “ I couldn’t sleep.”  “ I’d like to join you if it’s all right.”  “ It’s just that I don’t have a suit.”  All of this flowed from her mouth in a steady flow.

   I couldn’t get out of the tub like this.

   “The cutoffs are fine, but if you would like, there is an old flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, hanging on the rack in the entryway.  That way you won’t ruin your blouse.”

   She disappeared and came back in the shirt which was half way to her knees and hiding everything.  She got down into the tub and held out her hand, indicating the joint.

   “May I?”, she asked.


   I hesitated, then figured ‘what the heck’, passed it to her, even as I realized this could get out of control. Sex and drugs with a 16-year-old runaway.  I hadn’t really thought that it might go this far.

   She scooted closer and handed back the joint. Our fingers touched and hers lingered a moment.  The contact was electric to me.  The shirt was wet now and flannel or not it was old and thin.  It was plastered around her breasts, clinging tightly to their shape.  My cock reacted to the sight, growing upward, held firmly against my stomach by the ‘speedo’.  I took another toke and passed the joint back to her.  Once again out fingers touched and lingered, noticeably longer this time.

   She took another toke from the joint and started to pass it back.

   I declined, “Enough already for me.”

   She took one more toke and put the jay in the ashtray.  ‘Smart girl’ I think, this is potent stuff from the high mountains.

   She turned toward me on the tub seat, pulled one leg under her, exposing her breasts above water.  The cool air did its’ work and her nipples press against the thin old flannel.

   “Do you really live here alone?” she asked.

   “Yes”

   “Ever get lonely?”

   “Seldom, I keep pretty busy.”

   There was one of those indeterminate pauses that only pot can bring on, as both of us enjoyed the approaching high.

   “What about the women in your life?” she asked.

  I explained that I had been married and divorced.  That my wife had not wanted to have children and I had agreed to get a vasectomy.   Not to long after that my wife had become pregnant from a man she worked with and the divorce was the outcome.

   “I also have an old friend in Denver that I see occasionally, I won’t live there.  She has a business that requires everyday personal contact with her customers and she won’t live up here.”

She looked out toward the lake and shook her head, “This is so different then Kansas.”

   A cool errant breeze slipped through the open doors causing her nipples to stiffen.  She caught me looking, blushed, then smiled.

  “I think they’re too small,” she said.

   “Oh NO,” I replied, “I like them like that, it must mean I didn’t go hungry as a babe.”

   Her face lit up into a broad grin.  “Really?” she asked.

   “Honest,” I replied.

   “Does this stuff make you as horny as it does me?” she asked, indicating the roach in the ashtray.

   “Probably more so,” I answered, “It brings back good memories when no one is around.”

   “I wish I had more good memories,” she said.

   “You’re young yet, they seem to come with time,” I replied.

   Her toes touched my leg. “I wish my time would come,” she stated.

   By now my cock was rampant.  Should I really be doing this?

   Her hand was laying on the rim of the hot tub.  I reached out and touched her fingertips with mine.  She pressed her thumb over my fingers.

   She looked into my eyes and whispered, “Please, I just want to feel that someone loves me, even if it is only for tonight.”

   We reached for each other and our lips met, tentatively at first and then with passion.

   Now all caution was thrown to the wind, we embraced and kissed, probing each others’ mouths in a hungry frenzy.  My hand slid through the cut off sleeve hole of her shirt and around her bare back, holding her close to me.

   She threw one leg over both of mine and was sitting astraddle my lap facing me.  As we kissed, she moved toward me until we were tight together.

   “Oh, you really do like me,” she gasped.  Her shirt had ridden up and she had nothing underneath.  The only thing now separating our lower bodies was the ‘speedo’ which had not manage to contain all of me.

   Her hand came between us and between us and began to unbutton the shirt from top to bottom.  As she continued, the shirt gaped open and her hard nipples pressed against my chest.  When the last button was undone, her hand caressed the exposed portion of my cock above the ‘speedo’.

   I removed my hand from the sleeve of her shirt and drew the shirt from her shoulders.

   “Are you sure you want to continue this?” I whispered.

   “Yes, it’s not as if I never have, it’s just that there always seemed to be something missing.”

   “Then let’s get somewhere more comfortable,” I said as I rose up, taking her hand and pulling her up with me.  Her other hand expertly drew the ‘speedo’ down my legs.  When she was standing, I released her hand and the shirt fell to the deck.  What appeared was a masterpiece of feminine beauty.  Venus de Milo with arms.  I followed her through the kitchen and livingroom watching ‘the most perfect ass’ in motion as she led the way to my bedroom.


   She stopped by the bed and turned, holding her arms out to me.  We embraced and I leaned down to kiss her, fondling the cheeks of her ass as I held her to me.  I kissed her on the forehead and then trailed kisses down to her eyelids, the tip of her nose and finally to her parted lips.  Our tongues met, retracted and met again.  We began to duel in earnest, changing from foil to saber as we explored each others mouth.  My right hand released her ass and sought her breast, cupping nearly the whole breast and feeling the nipple grow taut against my palm.  Shana broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan.  I moved to kiss the side of her neck and licked and kissed to the hollow of her neck above her clavicles.

   We moved against the bed and I laid her gently on her side and lay down facing her.  Her hands went to the back of my head, holding me tightly against her upper chest.  My right hand maintained a hold on her left breast, working the muscles of my palm on her stiff nipple.  Drawing my head down her body, my tongue flicked against her flawlessly smooth skin as my lips sought her other nipple.  It too was puckered tight and I rolled the sides of my tongue to form the letter ‘O’, extending and withdrawing my tongue and moving the tip as I caressed the tender bud.  Her hands pressed my head against her as she writhed with pleasure.  I retracted my tongue and opened my mouth, engulfed her tit, then retreated to the nipple and began to suckle.

   Low animal sounds escaped from her throat, almost like the purring of a kitten.  She threw her left leg over me and drew our lower bodies together.  The tip of my hard cock pressed intimately against her mons, the heat of her passion suffusing through my whole body.  All action ceased for a time as we basked in the pleasure of our conjoined bodies, each of us clinging tightly to the other.

   Shana’s left hand moved down my right side to my waist, sending chills and creating goose bumps as it went.  She proceeded to reach between us and encircled my cock with her fingers.   She began to stroke lightly up and down the shaft, causing my cock to pulse in her hand.

   I had continued to suck on her breast and now cushioned my teeth with my lips, drawing the nipple between them, I bit gently.  She inhaled deeply and pushed my head even more firmly against her breast with her right hand.

   My cock began to exude precum.  She took her thumb and spread it around the tip of my glans. The sensation, coupled with anticipation was bringing me closer than I wanted.  I didn’t want to cum just yet.  I withdrew my cock from her hand and coursed my tongue down her chest and stomach.  I paused at her navel, circling and then probing.  Her stomach tightened from the contact and once again she placed both hands on the back of my head.

   I moved my right hand down and cupped her mons veneris.  My fingers were extended against, but did not penetrate the vestibule.  The base of my thumb caressed the downy softness of her fine, sparse pubes.  I alternately applied and released pressure on her mons and she responded by thrusting against my hand and spreading her legs to allow me access.

   Shana rolled onto her back and I positioned myself between her outspread legs.  She raised her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed.  My tongue traversed the outline of her pubes and then down teasingly close to her nether lips.  The scent of her sex filled my nostrils, sweet and vaguely musky, permeating my whole being.  I continued up her right thigh kissing and nipping gently.  I reached her knee and looked up at her face.  She was lying with her eyes closed and was holding her lower lip between her teeth.  She was holding a breast in each hand, rolling her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.  Her head was moving back and forth.  I glanced at her sex, her outer lips were swollen and slightly parted, moisture was gathering on her inner lips.  I changed to her left knee and started down her inner thigh in the same manner.

   When I reached the juncture of her legs, I teased around her pubes with my tongue and then made full contact with my mouth on her pussy.  First one and then both of her hands came to the back of my head.  Her hips jerked upwards, pressing her cunt onto my face.  The sweetness of her taste rivaled her scent.  I pushed my tongue into her pussy, savoring her juices as they began to flow.  Once again I could hear the purring in her throat.

   I placed my open hands on her lower abdomen, just above the rise of her mons, pressing down gently.  I lapped my tongue upward to her clit and sucking it between my lips holding it with my teeth.  I heard a deep intake of breath and began to move my tongue rapidly back and forth, up and down her clit.  She clutched at the bedclothes, moaning, her head rolling from side to side.  Shana’s legs clamped around my head, her thighs holding me in a viselike grip.  Her hips slammed into my face.  I continued to minister with my tongue until her entire body went rigid as she lifted to her heels and shoulders.

   When she finally relaxed enough that her back lay on the bed and her thighs released my head, I flattened my tongue and drew it slowly from the base of her pussy to her clit.  This I repeated several times, each time curling the end of my tongue to probe the entrance of her vagina.  Once again I focused on her clit, holding her to me with my hands under her ass.  She approached her climax quickly the second time and exploded, her body thrashing about violently.

   When her body had relaxed, she pulled my head up and looking into my eyes said, “Please fuck me, NOW.   I want to feel your cock deep inside of me.”

I rose to lie full length upon her and kissed her waiting open lips, letting her taste her own juices.

She reached down positioning my cock at the entrance of her dripping cunt and trust her hips upward.  


   My cock entered into her well lubricated tunnel, the muscles in the walls of her vagina tightening around my swollen member.  I thrust forward gently, fearing that I might hurt her.  My fears were allayed as she bucked against me driving our pubes together.

   “Oh FUCK!” she exclaimed, her arms holding tight around my back as her heels dug into my ass.

   Savoring the moment, we lay perfectly still, only my cock pulsing in a slow rhythm with the contraction of her pussy.

   We began a slow, easy lovemaking that increased like the crescendo in Maurice Ravel’s ‘Bolero’.  I’m sure that it lasted the full 15 minutes of an orchestral performance.

   Her impending climax, accompanied with sharp pants and low moans, drove me to newfound heights as I held her knees against her breasts, pounding against her cervix with nearly every stroke.  Her cumming set off my own climax and I emptied my self into her with a long series of pulsing jets of hot jism.
 
   We collapsed together, completely sated, kissing and murmuring together.

   I awoke in the morning, spooned against her back, amazingly hard and nestled in the crack of her ass.  I kissed her on the back of her neck and slipped out of the bed, pausing to admire the vision that lay there.

   I showered, dressed in cutoffs and t-shirt and was sitting on the porch when I heard her enter the bath and the shower start.  I got up and began to prepare breakfast.  I set the table and started bacon and ham (I didn’t know which she preferred) and hash browns.

   The shower turned off and a few minutes later I heard her enter the kitchen.  I turned and there she stood, towel wrapped around her head, dressed in my old terrycloth robe, covering her from shoulder to toes.  She looked every bit an angel.

   I held out my arms and smiled at her.  She broke into a smile and flew across the room, hugging me tight.  I put a finger under her chin and tilted it up, leaning down I kissed her gently on the lips.

   “Did you sleep well?” I asked.

   “Great, and guess what, I think I have my first really good memory,” she burst out.

   During breakfast she looked seriously across the table at me.

   Hesitantly she asked, “Could I stay another day?”


   That was two years ago.


   Two months later I asked a lawyer friend in Denver to make some discreet inquires for me.  He found that Shana’s mother had passed away as the result of an automobile accident soon after Shana had left.  He arranged for me to have full guardianship as she had no other relatives.

   We visited her parent’s grave-site and arranged for a proper headstone.

   Shana enrolled in the local high school and will graduate this spring and then go on to Boulder this fall.

   And BTW, Shana has met my lady friend from Denver and the three of us have formed a ‘very special’ relationship.

Comments (good or bad) will be appreciated.    Uncledan_1@hotmail.com

I’m not sure that I’ll add to this, it all depends what the future brings.

be have a few drinks of sherry (which I had bought her out of the off licence,) the owner knew it was for my gran and I hid it in her room away from my grandad (earlier on that day) so after drinking the whole bottle she would drift off into a deep,deep sleep, I loved watching Gran sleep on her bed

She had on this nightdress which was made of Silk  and it was lemon in colour,The material was  thin enough that I could smake out the outline of her nipples .I could see the erect  nipples of her breasts, which were pressing through the thin material of her gown, “gran?” I said.

And again a little louder. No response. I shook her slightly, then harder. Still no response. gran was out like a light. I rolled her onto her back and felt her breasts over the silk nightdress.  My cock was stiff as steel as I slowly tweeked her nipples which immediately became erect. I lost my hardon when Gran moaned and twisted slightly, but her eyes remained closed.

She was still asleep? She looked so peaceful. lying there with her old wrinkled face and her grey /silver hair.

There she was, half naked in a nighdress. I was going to hit that, nothing could stop me. I quickly took off my boxers, all the while my eyes were fixed on my grands's huge, heaving breasts as she breathed in her sleep. I couldn't keep my hands off of her huge breasts, I crept over the the bed and gently got onto it so as not to wake her.

She was fast asleep, so I reached over and tried to manipulate her gown so that it would rise along her body, revealing her moist mound of pleasure to me. When I was able to do this, I then moved up and tried to get the top portion of her nighty to move down along her body so as to reveal her enormous breasts. When I was able to do this, I pulled back and just looked at my sleeping gran now. Her breasts showed. Her pussy showed through the fabric of her knickers, I was in heaven!!

I began to move her short white legs, so I could peel her knickers off, slipping them slowly down to reveal a hairy grey pussy, her folds pink and wet with motherly juice.

I lowered my head to her breasts and started to suck on her nipples and kneaded her wonderful breasts. Her nipples became hard in my mouth. Yet she still slept.
Her breasts were so soft and scrumptious.

I leanded forward and put my mouth over one nipple and tried to suck her entire titty into my mouth then went over and sucked on the other nipple. It was hard as a boner, too.Yet she still slept.

“Oh, god, that’s great,” i thought, breathing heavy.

I didn't want her to wake up, so I continued to go slowly. When I could go no futhur, I pulled out again. I realised I was having sex my gran, my own flesh and blood, the mother of my father. This excited me more so I got a bit bolder. I wanted to try my luck, but she was my grandmother and I didn't want to get caught. This was very close to rape in my opinion I couldn't bear it anymore. My dick was as firm as a post, and wasn't about to change anytime soon.  I got closer to her snatch, which was dry as a desert by that time and touched her clit with one of my fingers. She was lubricating fast, and the aroma was intoxicating.
After about five or six minutes of steady pressure on her clit, her breathing got faster, her hip movement more rapid, and her body tight. gran came with a loud grunt, arching her back up and her legs jerking to the orgasmic spasms.

Her moist inner lips were like velvet as my fingers ran over them covering them with a thick clear liquid which now bubbled out of her. Would it be right to fuck this women, my gradmother for Christ"s sake! What if she came round? So many thoughts spun in my head,Then I crawled up  the bed and wanting to plunge my big, hard dick into her old pussy .

I was so hard it ached, pre cum was forming under my foreskin, so I pulled it back and let it spurt out... It landed on her cunt flaps...
 
As I gripped my cock I felt it pounding in my hand... I had to fuck her now, now before she woke. All I wanted to do was fuck this hole, fill my grans cunt violate this sacred place... I moved closer and squatted between her wide open legs, slowly raising her legs over my knees. Now I sat inches from her soaking wet hole, her pink flesh exposing her old tight little cunt hole. Juice dribbled down the crack of her cheeks. I rubbed my cock over that mound slowly running down over these parted lips, so hot and moist it felt against my exposed tip. I pulled the foreskin back pressing it tightly at her entrance...

Shall I... Shall I push now and violate her... No turning back I thought... So a firm push... Uhhhhh... I felt some resistance... Then I penetrated. Goodness me it was tight! Uhhhhh I was in!! I was actually fucking her for real. Without her knowing, it was so easy,  Her cunt ring tightened around me... Slowly her insides gripped my cock... Her walls felt soft, yet slightly ribbed as I push home... Ohhhhh so good.
My poor prick was banging that raw hole like a machine gun. My cock was now buried half way up its 8 inches... Her walls stretch as my girth forced its way in. I slid my legs back and hovered over her... Now halfway in that juice soaked tunnel. I was bathing in a juice soaked pussy... I shuddered... My god I almost shot my load there and then... Holding back somehow wanting to savour this special moment... Then I began to push home, wanting to sink deep inside until I hit her most deepest parts... I want to slam up against her cervix... Push into her womb from where my father once came. Oh it is so good...

I had no choice now incestuous urges took over... Pushing hard down on her, my cock forcing folds apart, she gripped me so tightly... Unable to resist her grandsons manhood... Juice squirted out against my balls... She was so wet... I hit home her cervix greeted my now steel like tip... I had more to give so without thought I pushed once more... I could feel a tight ring slowly open over my head... I was almost inside her womb!! AHHHHHHH... I slipped inside... Into her womb... her tight cervix ring gripped the bulb of my cock pushing the foreskin back. I could feel it stretching over my shaft, as I forced deeper. Now it began to roll back over my shaft as the bulbous tip entered her womb... I was in...

I thought that maybe in her sleep she was subconsciously aware of a cock pushing between her legs and involuntarily shifted to allow it entry.
But I couldn"t sense anything touched the tip... Was I now inside... YES... I began to rock back and forth... Her ring sliding back over my tip... Then UHHHHHHH... Push deep again... This was it I could feel the incestuous seed beginning to rise inside my cock! I pushed as hard as I could into her. Her cervix ring now well up my shaft... I must be 3 inches into her womb! How long could I hold back my sack full of impregnating seed, powerful thoughts of her defenseless body beneath me flashed through my head, this seed I wanted to spend into her womb, was it right? Should I cum inside... THINK!! She was getting on in  years now, she was to old to consieve now...

WHAT WAS I THINKING! I could'nt make her pregnant, she was too old. but I wanted to cum, I needed to cum... NOW... INSIDE HER WOMB...he feeling of my grans's tight cunt gripping my cock as I pushed in and out of her soon made me forget those worries. I became completely lost in the moment, My lust for my gran overwhelmed me as I felt her juices squirt out all over me, so my final push, deep within grans motionless body! Her cervix ring almost tearing into my shaft as it clenched down tight making my cock want to explode! Now for my seed.
 
I felt it rise inside my cock... UHHHHHHHHH this is it, I AM CUUUUUUMING!! Impregnating my gran... With jets of steaming hot cum shooting deep into her womb, stream after stream squirted into her, filling once more, I shuddered as the last of my seed drained into her... I had filled her, my grandmothers womb, filled it with my seed, Squelching sounds rang out as she overflowed with her grandsons cum... I fell onto her... Aching with the grip of her ring. Almost sore I pulled out and it snapped shut over my tip.

Slowly so slowly I pulling out of those velvety cum soaked walls... A final squelch sounded as I slipped out. I sat back and watched her gapping hole twitching as cum mixed with her juice dribbled out. Would this moment ever end I thought... I grabbed my cock firmly I wanted more of her, I was so horny but still very erect... I began to jerk my tool... It was slippery with her juice... To much I thought I arched over her and forced myself inside her sopping wet pussy! Pounding her cum soaked birth hole, my balls bouncing against her seed soaked body... Uhhhh... Uhhhh I cried out as I slammed into her again bouncing against her cervix then once more I let go deep inside her... Arrrrgh... "Uhhnnnnng!" she moaned quietly, so that the others inside the house wouldnt  hear what was happening in the bedroom, " Uhhhnnnng! Uhhhnnnng!"

It felt good as more jets of cum spurted out, my cock was pressed up against that wall, in her cunt, I wanted to be in her again... Filling her cunt till it ran out past the sides of my cock. I had fucked gran twice... Twice into her love hole filling her with my seed... Mmmmmmmm... It felt so good. Since she was too old I would I knew she coudnt get pregnant but the thought of my father starting life in the same canal she pushed my father out of, made me smile.After resting for a moment, I pulled off her and lay on the bed beside her.Then gave her nipple a quick kiss .
 
Still shaking I stood up and admired my work... Her legs wide open exposing her gaping hole now overflowing with her grandsons hot milky white fluids... Her lips still wide apart and that motherly hole gapping almost 1 inch in diameter... I leant forward and licked her pussy she tasted so sweet, but this would wait for another time My dick must have been pulsing for about a minute. I stayed right there inside her until my hardon went down. Then II cleaned her up using some tissues nearby, and put her back in the bed like I found her, and this time I put her undies back on. I then looked down at gran's sexy body and had a terrible thought,
"Holy fucking shit! What have I fucking gone and done?" ... 

 
I began to drift to sleep thoughts of how will I deal with this when she awakens??We slept in each other's arms that night, and most nights after that.  I don't remember what happened next; all I can remember is waking up with my mother in my arms.  Had I been dreaming? Was it real? I reached down to rub my throbbing cock. Yea, it was real. My boxers were soaked and my cock was sticky. I had been inside my gran and fucked her,

In the morning I was a nervous wreck. I tried not to make eye contact with my gran when she summoned me downstairs to breakfast. To my surprise, she made no mention of the night's events and acted as if she was completely unaware that I had even been in bed with her.

Was she too embarrassed to talk about it?, I thought. Finally, I decided that she had slept through everything, had not noticed the cum and went straight into the shower unknowingly washing away the evidence!

I just stayed with granny . Every chance I got I went up to granny's for vacations or breaks from school. Every time I I always fucked her while she slept!

"incest" was a gift to all of us, and I each knew that this was the start of something special between us.

For the next week I had my granmother every night..then almost everynight for the rest of my stay with her that summer..hating it when it came time for me to go back home.

Since then..I mangaed to sleep with my grandmother many more times. I particularly liked having intercourse with my grandmother that way, for then I was able to stare into her warm brown eyes, french kiss her sensually formed lips and nuzzle her graceful nose and ears, and use my tongue to explore her mouth .

Also, I was at liberty to nurse at her huge mammaries with their oversized chocolate colored nipples passionately sticking out. all while she slept! Today I am married with a kids, but I will never forget the times we shared.

said it was only once.

Then she wanted to bring my mom in for the examination inside me, I guess for security measures, but for my own security, I begged against it. She brought in another doctor. And I couldn’t thank her enough afterwards considering what happened.

As she looked around and probed inside of me, out of the blue she asked me if I was being abused in anyway by anybody or if I had suspected anything while I slept. My last visit with her was when I had just turned fourteen and hadn’t hit my period yet; she had never asked me such a thing.

Then I couldn’t stop blushing in fear when she told me, after my true answer of no, that someone or something had sure done a bang up job down there recently. I tried acting as innocently curious as I could but I swore she saw right through me. She told me most of it had already healed and to just take it easy there. Also to not let whatever did it in the first place go near me again. I profaned her for that a few times in my head. It wasn’t Ean’s fault, it was all mine. Ean comforted me, held onto me, slept with me. I heard stories where the guy just keeps going or just waits a few minutes before continuing. Ean waited all night. And if he hadn’t woken up before me, I would have made myself renew my courage and do it again while he slept.

I was sure before I fell asleep that he would never try it with me again. I wanted to make plans to force it on him after he slept but I fell asleep too quickly.

I wasn’t pregnant. I got approved for the pills. My body though still shook with anxiety. That was the absolute most stressful doctor’s appointment I had ever had. Before she left the room to let me get dressed, I had to make sure to myself and asked her again if everything that had just happened would only go between me and her. She smiled and replied that only other doctor’s that deal with me would have access to the information, definitely not my mother though.

After the appointment, mom and I went shopping and I spent hours searching for and picking every bra I could find that would fit me. Mom even said since I was growing up, she would let me buy new panties too. She smiled curiously as a pile of increasingly revealing underwear began gathering.

After getting as many inappropriate styles as I could, I caught the most innocent girly looking panties of them all. They looked like a nine year olds or younger, but shamefully, they could fit me. White thin fabric that would cover everything and little pink and purple hearts all over them. They were cute, but I couldn’t imagine a teenager ever ever wearing them. But that’s why I just had to get them. I wanted to see Ean’s reaction so badly when he saw those on me.

Wednesday went by great as I told all the news to Montana. Then when I got home, Ean, mom, and I all went out to eat at a really good restaurant to see off mom. She had an early flight the next morning so I probably wouldn’t see her again after I went to bed.

I felt really guilty too. I knew I would miss mom a lot since she would be gone for so long, but at the same time, I was happy that she was leaving for such a long time. I so desperately wanted to sleep with Ean every night. Fall asleep in his arms and have him wake me up somehow with him already out of bed and dressed. I couldn’t wait.

I fell asleep in my bed alone that night knowing it would be the last.

Thursday, I was amazingly fidgety. Montana was too. She talked a little bit about Bentlee’s birthday but mostly we talked about Ean. I had admitted defeat with letting her meet Ean. But for some reason, I wasn’t taking it as hard as I thought.

Ean loved me. He said it and I could see it so much in his eyes every time he looked at me. Montana was such a great friend. She needed me just as much as I needed her. Even if Ean and Montana liked each other, they wouldn’t abandon me. They couldn’t. They needed me. I was defeated, but they couldn’t leave me behind. I wouldn’t let myself believe it. I lived with Ean and went to school with Montana.

Thursday was my last day alone with Ean for awhile. I had to do something special for him before us girls bombarded him with constant teases.

“Ean?” I asked lying on his bed next to him. Just lying. Both of us fully clothed over the covers. I found him there when I came home from school so I decided to join him. It was nice.

“What,” he replied thoughtfully.

“My friend and her younger sister, um, Crystal’s little sisters, they like you a lot. I mean, kinda like I like you; you know with the touching and maybe sex but I don’t think they’re really ready for sex, they just think they are. I was just wondering, because you seem a lot more open now since I’m here for you. Um, you’ve seen pictures of them and spoken to them on the phone once or twice. Do you think you might like them?” Deafening silence followed.

“I don’t know about the youngest one, Bentlee. Montana, your friend, I don’t know either.”

I didn’t like the sound of his second ‘I don’t know.’ “Montana’s a lot like Crystal, but she doesn’t have those problems. I was wondering if you still thought about Crystal. I don’t want you to use Montana as her replacement. She’s my friend.” I accidently almost started to sound defensive.

“Maeghan, it will take me a lot of time to get over Crystal completely, but don’t accuse me of trading her in for somebody else. Especially since you’re the only girl I’ve been close to since her. When you cried out that night that you wanted me to take advantage of you more, I wanted so badly to use you as a body to take what I had wanted to give to Crystal for so long. I wanted to stick my head into your soaked lap and fall asleep breathing you in. I wanted to spend one last night with her, one last night to show her all the potential her life could have had. All the pleasures that I could have given her myself.

“I wanted to take you that night and give you a baby. Give Crystal a baby deep inside her. Maybe then she would’ve stopped the drugs, calmed down and broke ties with her friends. I wanted to give her a new life. I wanted to get you, my sister, pregnant. Fill you with my cum over and over and over. I wouldn’t have cared if I damaged every nerve ending in my penis just as long as there was hope for a baby and a future.” Ean paused for a second and rolled to his side to stare at me.

“Maeghan, I didn’t want to stop touching you. I missed Crystal so incredibly much and she died because I agreed to wait on her. I never thought I would be able to meet a girl so amazing again. Then, then you, you begged me for more; you asked for everything I wanted to give her. So easily. If it didn’t click in my mind that you were my sister, I would have taken you right then and made you into Crystal.

“I was even so depraved and obsessed with it when I woke up early that morning, I hunted through the kitchen and bathrooms. I kept telling myself that we were only half related. I searched everywhere for birth control. I was obsessed. If I could get her pregnant, she would fix herself. If I could get you pregnant, you would never leave me. I don’t know what I would have done if I had found any, probably sabotage it, but when I didn’t, everything clicked back into place. You were my sister. I couldn’t believe I wanted to get you pregnant. I hated myself so much.”

I tried my best to hold back my facial expression as he told me that he couldn’t find my birth control. He just went on not noticing anything if I did show my discomfort.

“I replaced you with her for just one night and almost stole your virginity, made you pregnant, forced you into a situation you should never have to deal with. Crystal had to go and I vowed to never replace her. She’s a hole in me that will only be filled with time. I had a little sister. She wanted attention and help. There’s no doubt that Crystal’s memories played a good part in what I let happen between us after that, but those were just memories, knowledge from the past to apply toward the future.

“Crystal’s memories changed me in a way that I’m comfortable with. I will not reject them nor will I dwell on them. It’s like the feeling you get when you learn algebra for the first time in elementary school; X can equal anything, it has so much power and potential. It’s so intimidating at first but once you understand it, understand that it can do anything, then you realize that with it, you can do anything. You wonder how you ever managed before. I learned so much from Crystal from her life and in her death. I don’t want to go back to the way I was before.”

I was nearly in tears. I had never seen my brother go off like that. He looked so passionate. I could tell he spent so much time thinking about it all but it was as if he threw the whole thing together right then, just for me. It was just a tiny glimpse into his mind, a small picture of torn pieces of paper glued together roughly.

As I suspected, he wasn’t as tough inside as he was on the outside. He was sensitive and confused. And he had weird thoughts. Only he would think of a way to include algebra from elementary school into a speech about his dead girlfriend.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized realizing how much I had actually just insulted him. “It’s just that, well, Montana, I’m just afraid that you’ll like her. That you won’t want me anymore.”

From his position on his side looking down to me, he rolled over on top of me. He was heavy but it was nice. Not being able to move underneath his body made me feel safe and warm.

“I’ve never even met your friend. Why are you getting so upset over us two if I never even saw her?” he asked while taking a firm hold of me.

“Because, I’m your sister; I just know it. You said you trusted me, that your body was telling you to trust me. I don’t know why, but, I think it’s because of her. Without me, you would never meet her.”

“Maeghan, without you, I would still be depressed. I would be mourning over Crystal. I wouldn’t be the happiest person I’ve ever been right now with you in my arms. You freed me and I will never forget that. I will always love you. If you think Montana is ever going to steal me away from you then I promise you right now, I promise you, I will include you in everything I possibly can with her and me.”

“Even sex,” I cried sarcastically. It was the only thing on my mind. Him and her having sex. I was his first and I wanted to be his only. Even if we still talked and were the greatest of friends, I wouldn’t feel like Ean loved me if he didn’t want to have sex with me. That was the ultimate thing; would he still want to touch my body, cum inside me, kiss my lips. That would be the defining factor between a close brother/sister relationship and two lovers.

Ean almost chuckled. “Yes, I will make sure you’re right there and involved the first time we have, if we have sex and you really want it. I don’t think your friend would go for that though so you might get your wish in keeping us apart.”

“I don’t know about that,” I blushed. I could feel the organ between his legs grow into mine. I hoped it was from him thinking about me.

It was making me increasingly uneasy though how much he didn’t deny Montana. I was trying my hardest to tell him that I wanted to give him anything to make him happy, even if it wasn’t me, and he so willingly was accepting it. He let me talk about Montana and him and he didn’t deny that it could happen. It was almost as if he knew it could or he wanted it to. There had to be more between them than they were telling me. Why did Ean seem almost happy for my acceptance of her? Why did Montana almost literally beg me to take her to him?

Ean pushed up a little and ran his fingers into my belly and under the hem of my pants. I could feel him sliding down my panties between my legs.

“Oooh, silky,” he said smiling.

“Mom took me shopping.” I grabbed at my shirt and pulled it up my body and over my head. He just stared down at me in one of my new bras. It was red and covered so much less than my training bras.

“Mom bought that for you,” he gulped. He pulled his hand from my pants and fumbled to take them off. Pulling them from my legs, a matching pair of panties bestowed his acute vision. “I admit, they do look good on you, little sis,” he smirked, “but you look so much better without them.”

For a second I thought he preferred me in my old underwear but then he quickly pulled at my panties to remove them. Then I realized that he just liked me a lot better when I was completely naked. I felt my shoes fall from my feet followed by the tugging and removal of my socks.

He came back up above me and reached around my back to undo my bra. He fumbled with it for a few seconds before figuring it out and then pulled it off. I felt so small and vulnerable below him as he removed my last piece of clothing. He was my lover but for some reason, I wanted to see him as my big brother. My big brother took all my clothes off me. He was staring at my naked body.

Ean’s shirt flew from his body so fast before his hands were removing his pants and boxers. He was hard, and from his speed, he was really in the mood. My mind absorbed every movement from him and within seconds, he was hovering over me naked.

His giant object penetrated my tiny body. I rolled my eyes feeling him enter me. I could feel him touch all my surrounding organs. He reached his deepest inside me faster than I had expected. He seemed to be in a hurry.

“Maeghan, the more I think about you every night, all those nights mom was here, I laid in bed wanting to sneak in your room so bad and molest you. I wanted to jack off so much but I felt I would be cheating on you. I don’t know what you did to me but my mind is exploding in so many thoughts that I don’t know how to figure out. I feel like what everybody else looks like; stupid and confused. Walking around doing whatever to get the day past. The only thing I know for sure is what I feel toward you.” He smiled hugely toward me as he started slowly moving out of me to push back in.

“Maeghan, I love you. I want to make you so happy every single day. I love you so much. I want to drive you into orgasm after orgasm. I want to drive your unconscious body into orgasms when you’ve had too much. I wanted to explode on you this weekend with all my love. I don’t know how I’m going to survive with your friends over. I like Montana. I’ve talked to her several times on the phone and she is amazing. But I love you. I don’t want her here while I want to spend every waking and sleeping second with you.”

“Ean,” I cooed, “I trust you. If you can’t hold it this weekend, let it out.” I wanted to be his support system and everything to him, but I didn’t want to be the person holding him back from what he truly wanted; I didn’t want to be the person that kept him from achieving his potential. “I trust you Ean. Besides you could cum in those girls hair and they would worship you for it.” I laughed to myself as the image of Bentlee popped into my mind, ‘Club Ean!’

“This will be the only place I’ll be cumming,” he moaned as he pushed the palm of his hand below my belly where his penis was pounding in and out below.

He did something, I didn’t know what, but with his pressure right there, all the sensation in my body flared. Never had I felt something like that. It was amazing. But he was going to cum in me. I wasn’t on the pill yet and it was coming even closer to my fertile point.

“No Ean,” I said panting for air. He looked up and looked about to stop and move away. “Stay just like that, the pressure there feels so good,” I pleaded while staring at his hand. Then I looked back up to his eyes. I didn’t really want it to happen but I couldn’t think of another way, not of one that wouldn’t make him suspicious or annoyed. “Keep going. Just when you’re about to do it, inside me, pull out. I want to suck it then, taste it.”

Ean looked incredibly pleased with me. I wasn’t sure of myself though. I thought about it before, sucking on his thing. I wanted to try it though at my own pace, just for a little while. Now I got myself into sucking it as it squirted cum into my throat. I was a bit scared. Not to mention, I would have that same thing in my mouth that was currently inside my vagina.

Oh my goodness, it felt so great. I couldn’t think about one thing for more than a few seconds with his hand pressing there. He was driving into me harder and harder. I thrust my hips up into his hand trying to hump both his penis and his palm harder. It was so damn amazing.

“I’m going to cum soon. I’ll pull out here real quick. Be ready.”

No, I was coming so close. I would orgasm so soon. I couldn’t hold much longer but if I told him to wait, just wait for me to finish, I knew I would finish to feeling his hot liquid deep down there. I had to be super careful now. The more I thought about it, the scarier it got on the realization that he could actually make me pregnant. He trusted me and would never forgive me if I got pregnant.

My eyes were flickering in and out. I could see Ean was about to explode and was getting scared he might not pull out. I had to trust him though. I was coming so close to losing it and couldn’t react to anything.

In one long slurp, I felt my brother leave me completely empty seconds before my orgasm. It was the worst feeling in the world. I didn’t care about pregnancy at that point anymore. I wanted him back inside. I wanted him cumming deep into my body. I wanted him inside my womb. But he was gone. I was about to slowly die out from the most amazing feeling ever.

My hand immediately thrust down into my gaping hole. My clitoris rolled between my fingers as my ass arched into the air. I had to finish it. I felt a massive warm, wet object enter my panting mouth. In my heated battle to just get everything over with, I closed my mouth around it and began sucking as hard as I could.

My tongue swirled around it once, twice. It tasted weird. I was eating my own vaginal liquid. Ean was pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I was on the brink of orgasm. Then Ean’s penis grew. It got bigger all of a sudden.

Bam. Cum started pouring into my mouth. I didn’t know what to do.

Boom. I lost it. My body went into a full-fledged orgasm.

Cum was shooting into my throat as I choked and my entire body writhed in orgasm. It was all very powerful but it was really weird. I was scared out of my mind because I was suffocating and gagging for air while my body flopped like a fish out of water on my brother’s bed.

I felt Ean’s hands grip the side of my face. He was groaning loud, squeezing my head. My mind was out of it. I had no clue what was happening to me, let alone around me. I only waited to pass out. I was coughing and choking and writhing. I couldn’t move my mouth though. I didn’t know why.

Why wasn’t Ean pulling out of my mouth? His cum stopped pounding into the back of my throat; why was his penis still lodged inside me? I needed to breathe. My jaw. It wouldn’t move. What was happening to me?

I starting coming back from where ever I had been. I was on my side. I could feel the liquid pour from my mouth around Ean’s penis, onto my cheek and drip off. Then, all of a sudden, my jaw started loosening. I felt it and immediately realized why Ean’s penis was still in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to cry so hard. My muscle must have cramped. What did I do to Ean?

I could see again. Ean’s penis slipped from my mouth easily and he backed away from me out of sight. I was out of breath on his pillow, panting as all his cum poured from my mouth. I was naked and alone. What did I do? My jaw was aching so bad.

I forced myself to push up. I didn’t want to spit on his pillow so licked my lips and tried to swallow what was in my mouth. It didn’t taste bad. It was different that what I usually ate, but I could live with it. I doubted though Ean would ever let me near him again.

He wasn’t in the room. I pushed myself off his bed and headed for the bathroom. He was there, standing before the mirror holding his penis not sure what to do.

“I’m so sorry Ean. Please, I’ll do anything to make it up. How bad is it? I’m so sorry.” I begged and cried as I walked in on him. My face had to be soaked in my tears. I must have looked so pathetic, my naked fourteen year old body crying and begging for forgiveness.

“It wasn’t that hard. It felt like you were fighting it the whole time, trying to open up but you just couldn’t. It’s not bleeding and it doesn’t even look bruised. I think I was just scared more than anything. And you. You looked like you were dying. You couldn’t breathe and your body was thrashing around. I had to turn you over so it would pour out of you and you could breathe.”

Ean turned toward me and pulled me into his arms. “I was so scared that I, I… I’m so happy your okay. But I can’t forgive myself for leaving you there when I saw it. When I saw you coming to. I left you because I was scared for myself.” He was hugging me tighter and tighter. “I’m so sorry Maeghan.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted the whole thing behind us. I messed up, he felt like he messed up. “Ean, I think you’re going to have to wash your pillow now.” The side of my face felt his chest bounce in a single laugh.

I was naked. Ean was naked. He was hugging me so tight. He was so warm. I loved that feeling. His body was so much bigger than mine and after what just happened, he was hugging me, begging for me to feel better. I loved him so much. I felt so special with him. I was the only one with him. I was his toy, his most favorite toy. He would never let anything happen to me. He would never let someone else try to steal me away. He would rise over anyone that tried to make fun of us for playing. My big brother. The guy that made me feel more alive in the past two weeks than I had collectively in my entire life. I loved him so much.

“Ean?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Can we stay like this for the rest of the day?”

“Just hugging, the whole day?”

I giggled. “No, naked, natural, vulnerable. It’s scary but because you’re with me, it’s ok. The contradiction makes me feel so alive.”

“Alive,” he whispered. I couldn’t tell if his tone was more questioned or curious. I looked up to his face. He looked so deep in thought. That look made him appear so strong, so masculine, so smart, everything, it worked for him perfectly, it was him. But was it for Crystal? She wasn’t alive.

“I’m sorry Ean; I didn’t mean it like that.” He looked down to me questioningly.

“Like what?”

“You’re thinking about Crystal,” I said meekly.

“Yeah, but, I told you about her. She’s the past. You’re the future. She’s a database of billions of thoughts and memories. You’re a void of the most amazing possibilities. She drown herself in that stuff so I could have a chance with you. I want to thank her so much for everything she’s given me. Because of her, I can make you feel alive. I want to make everyone feel alive; because of her. And she, she gave me everything I needed to know how to do it.

“Maeghan, everything in me says that you’re the next piece. You’re the next step in my life. You’re the biggest step, the one that will never leave me. Damn it. I make you feel alive; you have no idea what you make me feel. You have no idea how much power you have over me. My little sister can make me do anything with a single word; you have no idea how alive that makes me feel.”

He dropped down to his knees keeping me still tight in his arms. “If we were allowed, I would make you my lover forever. I would give my vows to you. But all I can do is promise you this. I promise on my life, I promise with everything I am, I will never leave you. If another girl comes along, she’ll have to recognize that she is not the only one. She’ll have to accept that if she wants me, she’ll have to have you too.”

“Idiot,” I cried into his hair, “you’re supposed to tell me that there will never be another girl.”

“I’m so sorry Maeghan,” he was almost crying, “I love you so much, but for some reason, it’s different. You’re my little sister. I’ve tried so hard but there’s still a hole. You’re still so young, you’ll understand later. You have to trust me on that. But I know you too will find a hole in you that I can never fill.”

I trusted him so much but I didn’t want to hear it. He was never wrong, even if he was then. He filled me everywhere. He was everything to me. He was, he was, he was, the first one. Just because he was the first guy to give me everything I wanted, just because of that, it didn’t mean anything. Just because he was my brother. Just because when he came to me, I wanted to die and throw everything I had to the first guy that would show the slightest interest in me. Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but Ean pulled it all out of me. He knew how to work me perfectly. He was the only one for me. But I trusted him.

“You could at least lie to me,” I cried.

“You’re too strong for that. What kind of brother would I be if I taught you that love is kept alive with lies? I love you too much for that.”

That big strong brother of mine that was so recently engulfing my body now had his face in my chest, my bare chest. The hot moist air from his mouth beat into my skin. He was holding me still so firmly. I felt equal to him. I wasn’t the little girl I always loved seeing myself as under him; I was powerful like him. I felt responsible. I didn’t want to; I wanted to stay a little girl forever, his little sister. But I was Maeghan. I was Ean’s sister. The sister of Ean. What else would someone expect from me?

“Let’s take a shower, together. I want to tend to your wound,” I said.

“Yes mommy.” The sarcasm in his raising voice was humorous. “Just please, please don’t kiss it this time.” I laughed.

“Ok honey, but the next time it comes down to it, be a good little boy and don’t put things in mommy’s mouth when she’s in an orgasm.”

Ean’s grip loosened around me. One of his hands dropped and gripped my butt cheek. Yes, butt cheek, just one. His fingers rubbed and pushed into my butt crack, right there at my butt hole. My buns tensed.

I was going to wash my man. He was going to wash me. I was so happy, but that’s just one memory I prefer to keep to myself. It was nothing sexual, there was a lot of teasing and little playful fights in the raining water with soap everywhere, but, but it just felt so amazing. I never wanted it to end. I felt alive. Ean smiled so much at me. I never saw him smile so much. I never saw him smile like that. Yeah, that memory, I’ll keep to myself.