Date: Wed, 10 May 2023 12:07:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 8 of A Shared Heart (Copyright: all rights reserved. This story may be re-published with permission, in the current or in a proofed, edited form approved of by the author.) Hello! Disclaimer: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. At times some of the adults discuss the morality of adult-minor relationships. These are solely the views of the characters themselves and they only serve the purpose of furthering the story along. There is also some material related to pregnancy by way of incest, that I also do not condone. Finally, there is a reference in this story to another of my stories, "A Mother's Infinite Love." The specific reference the character makes is entirely fictional. I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com. Reminder that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of bisexual incest, with depictions of parents and their teenage children engaging in sexual behavior together. There are four main characters in this story: -Evan (13 years old), and his sister, Ashley (12 years old) -Their parents, Paul and Maggie The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. Chapter 8: Evan I was on cloud nine, as Ashley and I walked back to the campground from the park, hand in hand. I felt overpowering joy in myself, a kind of joy I had never before experienced or imagined I would or could experience. I had felt it when she had told me she liked me and I had felt it even more strongly when we had shared our first kiss and when we had practically made out on the Ferris wheel. I felt like I must be dreaming, making all of this up. It felt too good to be true! I remained in this giddy daze, this high, as we made our way up to the RV. The lights were on but the shades had all been drawn. We stood in front of the door, let go of each other's hands, smiled at each other, and then I reached up and pulled the latch. The sight that greeted us was a pretty interesting one, if quite a bit puzzling and of course surprising. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch in silky robes and the top half of Mom's was laying loosely down at her waist. She wore a white lace bra, or what I took to be a bra at the time, and her big boobs--which I just now remembered I had seen!--were looking so full and round and ... appetizing, if I'm being honest. Meanwhile, Dad appeared to be wearing lipstick. His robe was still on him all the way though it looked like it was untied around the waist. I also noticed that he had a big bulge sticking up from his crotch--no doubt his penis. "Oh, hey, Evan," Dad said, as Mom pulled her robe top over herself again. She looked so nervous then, and embarrassed. "Hey sweetie," she said, as she tied the little silk sash around her waist. Dad left his loose but sat up a bit and put his arms down on his lap in an obvious attempt to hide his erection. "Did you have fun?" he asked as I stepped fully into the RV, followed by Ashley. I saw his eyes giving her a good "once over," lingering on her chest a little longer. What a pervert he was! I guess I couldn't blame him though. She was so hot ... Mom was still so hot too. She had looked really good in that lingerie just a moment ago. I could hardly believe I was having these thoughts! I had just been making out with my little sister, of course, so I shouldn't be too surprised. "We had fun," Ashley said, and smiled over at me. My heart swelled every time I looked at her now. "Went on some rides, had burgers, went on the Ferris wheel and the Skylift. It was so beautiful out!" "I'm glad," Mom said. "We were just hanging out here, had some tacos for dinner, showered up, and we've been sitting here playing a game and talking." "Ah, okay," I said, and chuckled a bit. "Did you guys shower here?" "Yeah, we did, but you could always go to the campground's showers," she answered. "I remember you both saying you preferred those? Right?" It was true. There was just so much more room in them, whereas it was all cramped up in here. "I'll probably go shower off in the campground's, myself," I said. "Me too," Ashley chimed in. "Maybe you and I can go together, Evan. I mean, walk down there together?" I suddenly had an image pop into my head: Ashley and I in the shower together, naked, kissing beneath the falling water. Would she want to do anything like that, either now or at any other time? That would mean getting a lot closer, very fast! Could I hope for that, tonight? I guess I'd have to wait a little bit to find out! We got our towels and grooming bags together and left the RV and started toward the building with the bathrooms and showers. Ashley reached out and took my hand again, clasping her fingers between mine. She looked over and me and half-whispered, "Do you want to take our shower together?" Oh my god! This was too good to be true! Were we--or was I, at least!--ready for this? Should we wait? Did she really mean this? "Are you okay?" she asked, pausing and turning so that we were facing each other in the dark. "Is that too much? Too fast?" "Um, no, not at all," I answered, feeling myself stumbling over my own thoughts. "I ... I want to do it. If you do, too." "I do," she responded, placing her hands on my waist and leaning in toward me. My dick was hard in my shorts again and it poked into her pelvis. "We don't have to do anything else, though. I mean, we can kiss, and maybe touch, but I think that'd be good for me, tonight. No need to rush into anything else." I nodded and said, "I agree." We went the rest of the way to the building and found the doors leading into the individual bathroom units, where you could both "do your business" and shower. Speaking of ... "Hey, can I go to the bathroom first? I mean, to pee?" I asked. "Sure," she said, and let go of my hand. I went inside and did what I needed to do, though it was kind of difficult since my dick was so hard. The inside of my boxers and shorts were wet with my precum. I looked at myself in the mirror and whispered to my reflection, saying, "I am about to see her naked. And she's about to see me ... I can do this. I got this." I guess I was saying that to calm my nerves. I felt excited and nervous at the same time. I wondered if she felt the same way. She went in next, alone, to do her own "business," whatever that was, and then she opened the door and beckoned me in. I complied and we closed and locked the door behind me. We put our things up on the racks provided and/or on the benches, and then turned to each other. We embraced each other in a hug, my dick again poking into her. We pulled back a little, our arms still around each other's sides, and we both leaned in and kissed again on the lips. As had happened before, one kiss turned into two and two into three and so on, and pretty soon we were full on making-out. As we kissed, I found my hands sliding up her sides toward her arm pits, and my thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts. Meanwhile, her hands slid down to my waist and then to my behind, her hands resting directly on my butt cheeks. We pulled our faces apart and gazed into each other's eyes for a few minutes. I felt lost in hers, like I might fall in and find myself in a deep blue ocean. Her face seemed to almost be glowing, her lips looking so soft and tender and her cheeks slightly red. "I really liked that," she said. "I am ... I am really liking this ... liking us. It feels so ... natural somehow, even though I know it's gotta be wrong ..." "It's okay, Ashley," I replied, my thumb sliding on the side of her breasts again. "I'll take care of you and will make sure nothing bad happens. It's the best I could do as your big brother, right?" "Yeah, you're right," she said, smiling at me. "I ... I love you, Ashley," I said, meaning it in a different way than I had before, I think ... "I love you too," she said. "Should I go first? I mean, take my clothes off first?" "If you want to. Can I ... watch?" "Of course, silly!" she said in a teasing voice. "I'll want to watch you, too." I stood in front of her a few feet away, ready to watch. I glanced down for a second and saw that my shorts were not only tented, intensely so, but that there was a large wet spot where the tip of my dick was. "Okay, I'll go slow," she said, appearing nervous all of a sudden. She started by pulling her blouse up from the bottom, revealing her flat stomach, and continuing up to and past her breasts in their black lace bra. She pulled the whole thing up over her head and chucked it onto the bench. She put her hands on her hips for a moment, allowing me to just look at her before she put her hands behind her back and unclasped the hooks of her bra. Before my eyes, her breasts fell down onto her chest, totally bare and free. They were so simultaneously plump and perky, heavy but upright, and her nipples were large and pokey, her areolas large and milky tan-colored. I so wanted to lean down right then and lick them all over and suck on those hard nipples. I almost felt like I could cum any minute just by looking at her this way. "They're, uh ... they're so nice, Ashley," I said, feeling so suddenly stupid. "I ... think you got some good genes, from Mom, I guess ..." Hers were big but still, Mom's were definitely bigger. That was okay though! Ashley was still so young and her's were enough for me, more than enough! "Thank you, sweetie," she said, and winked at me. She continued to undress, slowly removing her skirt, sliding it down her long, smooth legs, those legs that in this moment seemed to go down for miles ... Finally she pulled down her pair of thin, green panties and I got a view of that part of her that was still so mysterious to me given my limited experience, that which went by many names but which I knew to be her vagina. She had some fuzzy peach blonde hair growing there, surrounding her young pussy in a lovely "V" shape. Before I could say or do anything, she smiled at me and slowly turned around to show me her backside. And what a backside it was! I had seen most of her bubble-shaped, tight butt cheeks before, whenever she wore one of her skimpy bikini bottoms. Not having anything, not even a little bit of cloth, between me and it, however, between me and that dark crevice of her butt crack ... that was something! Hardly knowing what I was doing, I stepped forward, reached out and fondled one of her cheeks, my thumb grazing her crack at the top. She half turned and smiled at me, saying, "You had to, eh?" She laughed. I did her one better, though! I stepped all the way in toward her until my front was up against her back, my dick pressing into that wonderful butt of hers, against one cheek. I slid my arms around her sides and brought them up until I was cupping her breasts in my hands, feeling her nipples poking into my palms. I brought my lips down and kissed her on the neck. "Oh, look at you!" she said, laughing and reaching back to hold the sides of my thighs. She half turned her head and our lips met again in a sweet set of affectionate kisses. I massaged her breasts, pushing them together, glancing down at the enormous cleavage I was making. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but begin moving my hips back and forward again, so that I was humping her. I kept doing it, moving in and out faster and faster, my cock poking into her all over her butt, including in the space between her cheeks. We continued to kiss and I felt my tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, and her's clashing against mine as I also continued to squeeze and massage those beautiful boobs of hers, occasionally sliding my fingers down to fondle her stiffening nipples. I knew I was in trouble when I heard her starting to moan ... A moment after that and I felt myself pumping cum into my pants. I had had an orgasm, something I hadn't even thought I would have with her tonight, let alone right now when I wasn't even naked. It was definitely pleasurable, of course, mind-blowingly so, but I suddenly felt so embarrassed and ashamed, as if I had harmed her. I felt rotten even, and so guilty! "I'm sorry," I said, about to pull back away from her. Before I could, though, she was turning around and pulling me into an embrace, her head laying on my chest, her arms clasped around my back. "Don't be sorry, Evan," she said. "I wanted you to do that, and to feel good like you did. I love you." She brought her lips up to mine for another kiss. I looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but love and care there. She was telling me it was really alright, that I hadn't done anything wrong. Oh, how my love for her grew then! I leaned in myself and we kissed, very passionately this time, with tongues and lip-sucking and all. "Okay, your turn, sweetie," she said then, stepping back from me and giving me a wink and a smile. I glanced down at myself and saw that the tent in my shorts had deflated a bit. I also saw the huge splotch of cum that had soaked through the fabric. I suddenly realized that the first time she'd see me, "down there," I'd probably be small and shriveled up! Oh no! "I, uh, well," I said, or tried to say, stumbling with how I would word this. "Ashley, it might look a little `small,' smaller than usual, since I just, you know ..." She put her hand to her mouth and giggled (I loved the way her boobs jiggled as she did so) and said, "Oh, you're too cute! I know how it works. I've been on the internet a few times, you know!" She came up to me and placed her palm over the bump in my shorts and pushed in a little, against me. She continued, "I want to see it. I want to see it when it's big or small, sweetie." I nodded and she stepped back again and gazed at me with a sexy little smile. I pulled my shirt up over my head, feeling embarrassed at how scrawny I might have looked to her. Then I undid my belt and pushed my shorts down my legs and kicked them off my feet. She and I looked into each other's eyes, and she smiled again and glanced down at my crotch. I smiled back and slipped my fingers under the waistband of my boxers and pushed the underwear down all the way, not returning to stand up straight again until they were off to the side. I was now standing there naked. I didn't dare, almost, to look at how small I must look right now. I felt like I was dying inside! She, meanwhile, was looking in exactly that spot, there between my legs. She cocked her head to get different views of it, glancing up into my eyes a couple times with a smile, and then she reached out and I felt her fingers touching my glans very lightly. She then slid her fingers down over the head of my penis, rubbing a little around the ridge, the head between her fingers for a moment, and then she moved on down my shaft to my balls. She cupped them gently, seeming to be weighing them. Without letting them go, she looked into my face and said, "I think it's cute. And yes, sweetie, I know it gets a lot longer and bigger and hard and all that. It's okay. I like it like this too. You look so ... young, like you're a little boy. Makes me feel like maybe I'm still a little girl." She stepped toward me and leaned in for another series of kisses. I loved the feeling of those pokey nipples against my chest. She continued to fondle my dick and balls all the while. I had my hands resting against the sides of her waist, and as we kissed I slid them behind her until I could feel her soft, bubbly ass. I fondled and squeezed her cheeks and caressed her crack with my thumbs. After some time, she pulled back and said, "I think it's getting bigger again." We both looked down and sure enough, I was beginning to plump up again, not to full mast, of course, but into a good semi, a semi with some potential, you might say! I felt proud of myself for starting to grow so hard again so soon after my orgasm. Maybe I shouldn't have felt proud? But I did. Ashley continued to fondle and play with my cock, squeezing and pulling at it too from time to time. I was feeling harder by the moment, watching and feeling her. "That feels so good, Ashley," I told her, and leaned in again to kiss her. This one was a slow, sensual French-kiss. Below, I could tell that I was reaching full hardness in her hand. If she kept going at this, I might be liable to cum again sooner rather than later! I pulled my lips away and said, "Maybe we should shower now?" She nodded, smiling again, and turned toward the shower. She still held onto my cock with her head, leading me along by it like it was my leash. I stared down at that perfect little ass of hers as she bent a little to turn on the shower's faucet. She put her free hand in to feel the warmth of the water, not stopping until I could see steam rising from it. "Well ..." she started to say, turning toward me again, still holding me. Her breasts looked so good, all wet and shiny and dripping. "So babe, wanna wash each other?" "Uh huh," I said, feeling stupid again all of a sudden. I guess she had that effect on me! She let go of my dick and backed into the stream coming from the shower head, allowing it to soak her long blonde hair in the process. It lay slicked back now, wet, with the bottom strands looking plastered to her shoulders and neck. She turned a couple times until she was all rinsed off and then took me by the hand (this time!) and pulled me in so that now I was under the warm stream. I followed her example and rinsed myself off, turning a few times as she had done. Once, as I turned, I felt my hard dock bumping into her side. I had accidentally veered a little off my axis. "Sorry," I said, seemingly out of instinct. I instantly felt so dumb again. Again and again! "No need to be sorry, sweetheart," she laughed. She stepped in toward me and held me by my hips as I put my hands around her upper arms and held her on her back. She leaned in until my cock pushed against her stomach. She reached down and pushed it down further until it was resting up against her vagina, between her legs, so that my cock's head was hovering just below her anus on the other side. "Do you like that too, baby?" she asked, coming in for a kiss. "I do, sweet-sweetheart," I replied a moment later, between two long kisses. Those two kisses became three, and the three became four, and so on, until we were full on making out again as we had done before. She took my bottom lip between hers and sucked on it at one point, her tongue darting out to lick it in the process. She did the same thing with my upper lip. All the while, her hands were slipping all over my backside, her fingers sliding over my butt cheeks and between them, down into my crack. I, for my part, reached up to hold and to massage her breasts, loving the feeling of their fullness and heaviness in my hands. I began squeezing them in intervals and then brought my fingers up to her nipples which I fondled and tugged at. Meanwhile, as we made out beneath the warm water, her hips began to kind of rock and sway a little, and gyrate. She seemed to be trying to make my cock slid up against her vagina. I took this as a sign and began moving my hips too, pulling them back a little bit, and then pushing them forward in a kind of humping motion again, as I had done before against that beautiful ass of hers. I briefly wondered if this was a good idea, whether I should allow myself to cum a second time. That thought was cut short, however, when she half-moaned, half-whispered into my ear, "Evan, I want to make you cum again, while it's touching me there ..." She looked at me, our eyes meeting, and said, "I'm feeling close too, baby." We resumed our kissing and I began to move my hips again and my cock along with it, in an even more powerful humping or thrusting motion as I felt my cock sliding beneath her. I felt myself sliding between what must have been the folds of her vagina. She began to moan softly and to kiss me more deeply, her tongue sliding very far into my mouth and reaching down toward my throat. Her hips gyrated more intensely than before and I reciprocated the motion, feeling myself so close to cumming again. I decided to warn her this time. "I'm going to cum again, oh!" "Me too!" she moaned, followed by more intense French-kissing and more forceful gyrations against my cock. Moments later I felt myself reaching orgasm, waves of intense pleasure pouring through me at the same time that my cock came alive and pumped strings of cum out between her legs behind her. As soon as my cock had started convulsing, her body shook and she squealed, her lips falling from mine to rest on my chin. Both of us were breathing so rapidly now, our hearts racing, and it took us a few minutes of just standing there embracing each other before we began to calm down. "That was so lovely," she said, gazing at me with this intoxicated look. "I love you, Evan." "I love you too, Ashley." I could tell that my cock was deflating again, but I didn't care at this point. We left off from embracing each other and turned to what was supposed to be the "task" at hand, the cleaning of our bodies. I grabbed the loofahs and the soap and squeezed some onto each of them. "Wanna wash me?" my sister asked, winking. "Of course, sis," I said, leaning in for a quick kiss. I proceeded to squeeze the soap over her body, starting with the front, and spread the foam and bubbles all over her skin. I paid special attention, of course, to her lovely breasts, squeezing them around their nipples several times, loving that "milky tits" look. I enjoyed spreading that soap over the rest of her as well, down her stomach, her arms, between her legs ... I touched the folds of her vagina lightly with my soapy hands and slid one of my fingers between them. After washing her legs and the top of her backside, I spread the soap onto and between her bouncy cheeks, my fingers sliding far up into her crack down toward her anus. She cleaned me next, following much of the same pattern, spreading the soap over my front, against my pecs, down my stomach, over my now flaccid cock and my balls underneath, between my legs, down them, and then of course all of this over again on my back and butt. She, too, slid her fingers between my butt cheeks, her finger actually grazing my anus. After rinsing off, we kissed for a little while longer and then finally turned off the water. I handed her her towel and we dried ourselves off the best we could. We didn't say much at this time, just stole knowing glances at each other from time to time, and occasionally coming together for little kisses. I felt my lips were kind of raw though at this point, so I didn't think I could do much more of that at the moment. We dressed and then, in a cloudy, dreamy daze, I took her hand in mine and we left the bathroom behind us and walked through the dark toward the RV.