Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 17:03:47 -0600 From: Erin Subject: Family Games Part 3 Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy. It contains depictions of sexual acts between minors and incest. If easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. Comments are welcome to tranquility32@hotmail.com. I'd love to hear what people think and again, thank you to all those who commented on parts 1 & 2. Your thoughts are appreciated. Enjoy! --------------- It was shortly after I turned nine that we played together for the last time. Everything had started out like a normal day. David and I had rushed outside as soon as we finished breakfast. School was out for the summer and we couldn't have asked for a better day. We raced through the yard to the woods and climbed up the ladder to the tree house. As usual, there was a moment of awkwardness until one of us made the first move. That day, it was David. He closed the few feet separating us and pulled me close as he bent his head down to mine. I went up on tiptoe and met his lips with mine, wrapping my arms around his neck. David's arms went around me and stroked down my back before covering my ass. He lifted me up a little so our hips were even and pulled me tight against him. I could feel his cock hardening against my pussy and sighed into his mouth. He held me there for a few minutes, rocking me against his lengthening cock, our breathing quickening. When he set me down, I immediately kneeled and reached for the zipper and button of his jeans. Once both were taken care of, I reached inside and wrapped my hand around him, gently squeezing. I carefully pulled his pants and boxers down with my free hand and began stroking his now hard cock. I looked up at him and we locked eyes. I smiled briefly and he reached a hand out to stroke my hair away from my face. My hand pulled his cock towards my face and I leaned in closer to him, rubbing the tip across my lips. Looking up at him, I saw his eyes unfocus for a moment and slide halfway shut and I felt a very feminine sense of satisfaction beyond my young years in knowing I was able to affect my big brother this way. When I stuck my tongue out and gently slid it back and forth against the underside of his cock, David's eyes closed all the way and I could feel a tremor flow through him. I smiled once again and then opened my lips and took his warm cock into my mouth. I sank all the way down his length, quietly mmm-ing my pleasure at tasting him. I slowly began moving him in and out of my mouth, gently sucking and working him with my hand around the base. I had become a skilled cocksucker at nine years old thanks to playing with my brother. It wasn't long before David began to move his hips in time with my sucking. I looked up at him again and picked up my pace, sucking a little more forcefully. I heard his breath begin to come faster and one of his hands snaked out to wrap around the back of my head, guiding me. David's cock got impossibly harder in my mouth and I knew he was close. His hand fisted in my hair in the way I loved and a harsh groan tore from his lips. I felt his cock begin to pulse in my mouth as I expected. What I didn't expect was the sudden presence of a hot liquid on my tongue. My eyes flew open in surprise and I jerked my head back to see two more shots leave the tip of his cock. David was shaking from the force of his orgasm and he sank to his knees gasping for breath. When he opened his eyes, he saw where I was looking and noticed the droplets on the floor between us. His eyes widened in surprise and then a grin spread across his face. He gave a quick laugh and ran a hand through his hair. "I came," he said with a smile, still sounding a little surprised. "What? What is that?" I asked. "It's cum." When I didn't say anything and just continued looking at him with a worried expression, he laughed again. "It's supposed to happen," he said. "It never did before," I said dubiously, still eyeing the wetness with speculation. "Well, sometimes it takes awhile," he informed me. He surprised me yet again when he pulled me into a tight hug. "Thanks, sis. That was amazing," he whispered against my ear. I could help but smile at that. Suddenly we heard Mom call out to us from across the yard. David quickly pulled his boxers and pants up and we dashed down the tree and ran to the house. Mom was standing in the back doorway waiting. She was dressed for work. "The office just called," she said, ruffling David's hair. "Someone called in sick, so I have to go in for a few hours. You think you two will be okay till I get back? Since David and I were pretty well-behaved kids and got along so well, our parents were fairly comfortable letting us stay home alone now that David was 13. David and I exchanged a glance and then he said, "Yeah, sure, no problem." "Okay," she said and leaned down to give each of us a kiss on the cheek. "Call if you need anything and I'll be back in awhile." She picked up her purse and keys and headed for the door. She looked back at us when she opened the door and raised an eyebrow at David. "Look after your sister," she said. It was a pointless reminder; of course he would look after me. "Yeah, sure thing, Mom," he said, rolling his eyes at her. She laughed and shot us one more look, saying, "Behave," before she pulled the door shut behind her. I looked up at David, hoping we'd maybe go back out to the tree house, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room to watch some tv. We didn't play anymore that day and over the next couple days, David seemed a little distant. When I asked if he wanted to go out to the tree house, he looked up at me and sighed. "Not today," he said. I gave him a quizzical look but said, "Okay," and sat down next to him to watch him play a video game. It went like that over the next couple weeks until I finally stopped asking and realized that for whatever reason, our games were done. I was bummed out, but David and I continued to be close and hang out together so I knew we were okay. I had also, in our time playing together, learned how to make myself feel good and began masturbating more often on my own. As David and I both got older, we remained close. I began to learn all about boys and girls and was finally able to put some names to some of the things we had done as kids. As usual, with most kids, I learned more from talking with my friends than I did from the talk with my mother or teachers in health class. I felt incredibly superior listening to my friends talk about cocks and blow jobs and getting eaten out, all of them wondering what it would be like, knowing that I had already experienced all those things. Never once though did I tell anyone about the hours that my brother and I spent hidden away in the tree house. That was something special between David and I and I never felt the desire to let the cat out of the bag. I always smiled a secret smile though whenever the subject of boys and sex was brought up in my group of friends. --------------- More to come!