Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 06:37:08 +0100
From: renae_agpee@gmx.com
Subject: Emily's Problem, Chapter 27

A little change - hope you like it :)
Ren

Chapter 27

We heard the front open & close, and then Petey crying so we all new play
time was over.  Carl disappeared back to his room through the bathroom,
closing the door behind him.  You could totally see his dick tenting out
the front of his basketball shorts when he stood up!

I uncurled from my from my ball and stretched out on my back, kicking my
legs in the air.  "Eeeeeee that was so crazy!!"

"Oh my god Christy, I can't believe you did that!" Emmy exclaimed, flopping
down next to me.  "What the heck!?!"

"I can't believe I let Carl lick my pussy!" I stage whispered and started
giggling.

"I can't believe you pulled your pants down in front of him like that!!"

Emmy looked kind of serious and worried, so I tried to stop giggling and
match her straight face.

"Yea uh ... I guess that was kinda weird huh?" I felt my face reddening.

"It was ... well, it was surprising.  Where'd that come from!?"

"I ... well, uh." I stammered, trying to think it through "I guess I kinda
felt sorry for him.  And kinda jealous."

"Jealous of what?" Emmy asked, looking confused.

"Well, you know..."

"Uh uh"

"Well ... you sucked him and all.  I didn't.  And ... and I guess I was
worried that he'd only want to do that kinda stuff with you."

"But you told me to do it!"

"Yea, I know.  But then when you did, it felt weird.  Especially the way he
looked at you when you were doing it."

"Yea, I guess I get it -- that's how I felt when you were sucking on my
mom's booby."

"Yea ... I guess I wanted him to see me the way he saw you.  And I don't
think I could ever ever do this kind of stuff by myself ... without you
here."  I scooted closer and hugged her and pecked her on the lips.

"Without me!?  You're the crazy one!"

"Nuh uh -- you started all this stuff!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yea you did!"

"Did not!"

"What are you talking about?? You kissed me!  And then, and then -- you
licked my pussy and made me cum the very first time!"

Emmy pulled her hand off my shoulder and I could see her face go flat, like
when she's about to cry.

"It was awesome Emmy, it was so great!"  I pulled her close and kissed her
hard on the mouth until I felt her relax against me and kiss me back and we
did the tongue thing a bit.

I broke it off and grinned at her "But you definitely started it!"

She was grinning shyly now too. "Uh uh"

"What?  I just..."

"You started it?"

"Huh?!"

"You started it talking about how you saw your brother's penis in the
mirror!"

"Yea ... but that was just talking.  You're the one who showed him your
pussy!"

"I ... but..."

"It's true!  You were the first one to get naked - and in front of Carl and
everything!"

She was really turning red now, but still grinning.  "I ... I guess."

"Guess nothing!  And then you kissed me!"  And I pulled her mouth to mine
and kissed her hard and deep so she knew that was a good thing.

She looked a little stunned when we broke off, but I was grinning so hard I
thought my face would break!

"Well, he definitely *saw* you now!" she teased, finding her words again.

"He didn't see my tits!" I replied, tugging at my shirt.  It seemed kinda
weird that both our bottoms were naked, but we both still had our shirts
on.

"You don't have any tits yet!" she laughed.

"Yea -- and he didn't see them!"  Which toppled us both over into a
giggling fit.

Gasping for breath, I replied "He saw you too - and he had his whole finger
up in your pussy!"

"Yea" she agreed", a shiver rolling through her "It was so far up inside
me!  And he like wiggled it around in there!"  she shivered again, and put
her hand over her pussy mound "But it kinda hurt at first."

"It looked so cool, his whole finger going in and out of your pussy hole!
I wish I could do that." I pouted.

"Well, I had my finger in you a little."

"Yea..." I lifted my knee up onto her hip and reached between my legs to
feel around at the bottom of my pussy.  "Yea, I can definitely feel the
hole now.  But it's kinda sore."

"It'll feel better tomorrow."

"Yea, I guess." I replied, a little doubtfully.  "Oh my gosh, I'm so wet
Emmy! See?" I pulled her hand down between my legs and now I shivered as
her warm hand cupped my puffy lips.

"Yea you are! Is that from your kitty, or from Carl slobbering all over
it?" she teased.

"Oh..." I flinched and jerked as she drug her finger up my crack to my
tender clit "Some of both, I guess." I grinned.

She slipped her finger further down and teased at my hymen very gently,
then further down yet to my butt hole.

"You're wet all the way to your butt hole!"

She was rubbing my butt hole with her finger tip now.  "Oh... that feels
good!"

She grinned and kissed me and I felt her pressing harder. "I can't believe
Ben got his penis in there!

"Emmy -- are you ready?  Come on, we gotta go!" Aunt Julie yelled from
downstairs.

"Oh shoot" she pouted "I gotta get dressed."

"I wish you could stay."

"Yea, but I gotta go along to see my grandma tomorrow morning." she
replied, rolling away to sit at the edge of the bed.

"That sucks."

"Yea" she shrugged "but I haven't seen her in awhile.  Where are my
panties?"

I sat up "Over there" I pointed.

"Uh uh, those are yours.  I got boring granny panties."

"I dunno then."

Emmy got down on her hands and knees to look under the bed.  Her butt was
sticking up and looked so cute -- I wished I could see it from behind!

"Got em!"

"Emmy, come on!" Aunt Julie yelled again.

"Yea, ok mommy!" Emmy yelled back as she stepped into her panties and
shrugged them up over her hips.  They were pretty ugly!  I jumped off the
bed and ran to my dresser as Emmy was getting her shorts on.

"Aren't you gonna get dressed?"

"Yea ... hang on a sec!" I replied, rummaging through my drawers.  "Here!"

"What?"

"You can have these!" I held out 2 pair of my old panties to her "They're a
lot nicer then your granny panties."

She took them "They're so silky!  And they look new.  Are you sure?!"

"Yea, they don't fit me any more."  Which wasn't entirely true, but they
were getting tight. "I have a lot."

"That's so cool!  Thanks Christy!" she replied, stuffing the silky soft
little panties in her pocket.

"Sure!" I was pulling up my own panties now -- I was so wet down there that
they felt sticky!

We were finally dressed and ran downstairs.  Mom was holding Petey and
talking to Aunt Julie.

"Here -- say goodbye to your cousin hun." mom said, handing him to me.

"Hi Petey!  Did you have fun shopping?" I cooed to him as I settled him on
my hip and tickled his adorable chubby knees.  He was wide awake and happy
-- completely cracking up as I continued tickling him.

"Hi sweety -- did you girls have a good time?" Aunt Julie asked Emmy.

"Uh huh!" she replied.

"What did you do?"

"Oh ... uh, just talking and stuff.  You know." she mumbled.  For all the
secrets she had, Emmy wasn't a very good liar.  Mom gave her a look too.
Aunt Julie knew about us -- I just hoped she could keep the stuff with Carl
quiet!

"Ok, good!  Well, I picked up some stuff for your Nana, so we got get going
before it melts.  Do you have everything?"

"Uh, yea -- I think so."  Emmy mumbled.

"What's wrong hunny?" Mom asked her.

"Uh ... nothing.  I'm just gonna miss Christy."

"Oh, I know sweety." Aunt Julie responded "We need to get you girls
together more often, ok?"

"Yea, OK."

"I'm gonna miss you to!" I said, and kinda gave her a side hug.  She turned
and wrapped her arms around me, and squeezed me tight, making Petey
complain as he got squished between us.  I kissed him on the forehead and
gave him one last tickle before handing him over to Emmy.

"Bye Em!"

"By Christy -- love you!"

"Love you too!"

Emmy got a hug and kiss from Mom also, then they were gone.

After Emmy left I helped mom put away groceries and clean up the kitchen -
we had to mop the whole floor from everyone tracking in crud on their wet
shoes. It was still raining, but not hard like earlier.

Mom seemed weird.  She kept looking at me like she wanted to say something,
but she didn't.  Not really.  I so wanted someone to talk about this stuff
with. It seemed like Emily talked with her mom a lot. But I just couldn't
get up the nerve to say anything to my mom, even when it seemed like she
knew something was up and wanted to talk.

"Did you girls have a good time while we were out shopping?" mom asked
while we were cleaning the kitchen.

"Uh huh"

"What did you do?"

"Uh, nothing really."

"Nothing?" She did the eyebrow thing that meant she didn't really believe
me.

"You know, just talked n stuff."

"What'd you talk about?"

"I dunno." I guess I wasn't a very good liar either.

"I bet you were talking about boys." she teased.

"Mom!"

"Well ... were you?"

"Mom! Boys are disgusting." And suddenly I was picturing the look on Emmy's
face when Carl squirted his stuff in her mouth! I couldn't keep a straight
face and snickered a little. Which, of course, she caught.

"Uh huh ... so it was boys."

"Mommy!"

"What? It's not a big deal. Girls talk about boys all the time. Do you have
any questions?"

"We weren't talking about boys!" I said, exasperated. Which was kinda true
... there wasn't much talking.

"Were you talking about girls then? That's ok too." she teased.

"Ugh, you're so gross."

"What's gross? You were 'just talking' right?"

"Yea." I shot back defensively. It came out louder and madder then I
wanted, but I didn't know what to do about it.

"Ok, ok honey. That's fine" she soothed.

"Ok" I mumbled.

"Are you ok baby?"

"uh ... yea. Just tired. We didn't get much sleep last night."

"Because you were 'talking' right?" she replied with that teasing tone in
her voice again.

"Uh huh" I replied with more frustration "I gotta pee." I said as I dropped
the sponge in the sink.

"Ok, come right back!" she replied brightly.

I just grunted and walked out of the kitchen to the downstairs bathroom. I
didn't really have to pee, but I pulled down my shorts and panties and sat
on the toilet anyway with my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. I
should just talk to her. Hell, I talked to Aunt Julie. Well, more then
talked - she looked right in my pussy with my legs all spread! Touched my
pussy. But, I just couldn't bare to talk to my own mom. The thought of her
knowing that I ... that I even thought about that stuff was so
embarrassing. I got stressed out just thinking about it.

I sat like that for a little while I guess, and I noticed that I was kind
of stinky down there now. Kind of like the pussy smell I had noticed
playing with Emmy, which was good! But now kind of gross too. I sat up and
touched my lips between my legs. They were so wet and slippery before, but
now just felt damp and sticky all over. I spread my legs further and pulled
my lips apart to show the pink inside of my pussy crack - I was still a
little wet and slippery in there. I poked at my hymen - it was still sore
from Carl and then Emmy poking at it, but the hole felt a bit bigger. The
very tip of my finger fit in it now. I reached further back and touched my
butt hole. That didn't feel sore any more, at least not on the
outside. Just kind of a tight wrinkle of muscle, but I remembered Ben's
dick going in to me. How it hurt at first, but then felt really good after
awhile.

"Chrissy, are you ok?" Mom knocked gently on the door. I jumped, yanking my
hand from between my legs guiltily and slamming my knees together.

"Uh ... yea, I'll be out in a minute." I stammered.

"Ok"

I did manage to pee a little. I washed my hands good and went back to the
kitchen. Now I felt super self conscious worrying if she could smell me. I
mean, if I could smell myself, then I'm sure she could.

"Everything OK? You were in there awhile."

"Uh ... yea. It's fine."

"Sweety, I'm sorry I upset you earlier."

"It's OK"

"I'm just trying to talk to you." she continued, awkwardly.

"I know mom."

"You know you can talk to me about ... you know, anything you want to
honey. I won't get mad."

I don't remember mom ever seeming so awkward before and it was kinda
freaking me out.

"Uh huh"

"An - e - thing" she emphasized.

"Yea, I know." I mumbled, not looking at her, from the other side of the
kitchen.

"I think we're done here." she said, dropping some paper towels in the
trash "is there anything you want to talk about ... about Emmy, or your
sleep over or ..." she trailed off.

"No" I said out loud, 'YES!' I screamed inside my head. But it just felt to
awkward and I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Oh ... ok. Maybe later. What are you going to do now?" she asked, crossing
the kitchen to me.

"I dunno ... maybe I'll take a nap."

"Ok, sure honey. You look pretty tired."

And all I could think of is if she could smell me - I pulled away a little
as she rubbed my head.

"Could I take a bath?"

"Ok - just be ready for dinner."

"What are we having?"

"Well, I got a rotisserie chicken. That and some veggies I think."

"Cool!" I love rotisserie chicken. I ducked under her hand and ran up the
stairs to my room. I locked the door behind me and flopped onto the bed. It
sure seemed like mom knew something, but she didn't feel comfortable
talking about it either. I remember Emmy talking about mom teasing her
about her panties on the floor when she slept over, and hinting at other
stuff. If that's true, why was she so weird and awkward now with me?
Whatever.

I was really sleepy and could have just slept. But I really wanted to take
a bath before dinner and i knew if I fell asleep I'd probably wake up to
late. So I rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.

The door was unlocked when I tried it, but I rattled the knob out of habit
and peaked in. It was empty and the door to Carl's room was closed. I could
hear some music from his room - he hadn't shown his face all day, even when
Emmy left. I went to lock his door from the inside, but hesitated. I was
always super paranoid about locking his door when I was in the bathroom. He
wasn't as careful, especially lately, and now I wondered how much was
really by accident. The idea of him walking in on me sent a delicious chill
down my back and left a tightness in my belly. I grinned to myself as I
turned to the bathtub and the tightness in my belly turned to a weakness in
my legs as I adjusted the water temperature. I quickly stripped down,
kicking my clothes into the corner and getting a towel and washcloth out of
the cabinet. I wanted to add bubbles, but we were out. I wonder if mom got
more today? I though about going to ask, but I was already undressed.

The water was too hot as I got in the tub and I squatted with my feet
burning while I adjusted it some more and swirled the slightly cooler water
around. Finally it was ok, and I first sat, and then lay down in the hot
water. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but that felt like to much
somehow so I pulled it closed, which made it darker and steamier.

I was stretched out full length in the tub, with my toes under the water
splashing from the faucet, and the top of my head just against the back
where it curved up. I scooted back a little so my head was out of the water
and watched the water rising slowly to cover my body. First my shins, then
my knees and creeping up my thighs. Up over my hip bones. The softly split
mound of my pussy stood out a little above my flat lower belly. For a few
moments it was an island. Pussy Island, I giggled, and the small wave I
made swamped it.

The water rose up to my chest, and I giggled some more thinking that
someday I'd have Booby Islands too! But not yet - my tiny nipples were
quickly submerged. It's pretty weird when I think about it ... that in a
few years I'll have brand new body parts that I didn't even have now. I
almost couldn't make myself believe it, looking at my board flat chest with
my ribs almost showing.

The water came up to my neck, and I slid down to turn the water off with my
foot. I turned it all the way hot for a minute first to make it even warmer
and steamier. Then I lay back again. The hot water swirling around my body
was delicious and I lazily ran my hands gently up and down my body from my
neck to the top of my thighs - everything I could reach without sitting up
or stretching.

I felt so good and warm and relaxed! I rubbed my nipples a little, thinking
about how huge Aunt Julie's nipples were when I nursed on them. I almost
couldn't believe that was earlier today. Her warm creamy milk filling my
mouth as I sucked and pulled on her big rubbery nipple. Watching Emmy on
her other booby, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it. I slid down some
more until my ears were under the water also, muffling the world but
letting me hear every little splash and slosh of the water.

I traced the valley of the submerged Pussy Island with my finger tip. I
wasn't sure I liked the idea of hair on my pussy. It was so nice and
smooth. I pulled a knee up - cool out of the water - so I could trace
further down my kitty crack, as Emmy would call it! When I got to the
bottom, I pressed in and drug my finger up between my lips this time. It
felt so nice slipping between my lips, even more when I rubbed on my bump
at the top. I poked at my hymen some more - it didn't feel sore now in the
hot water, and i got just the tip of my pointer finger into the hole and
wiggled it around. I felt the deeper hole then - my finger tip was teasing
the entrance to my vagina and I ached to have something in it.

With my other hand, I poked and rubbed at my butt hole. It was clenched so
tight. I tried to relax it, but I guess I don't know how to relax my butt
hole unless I was pooping maybe. I pushed out a little like I was pooping
and felt my butt hole push out and it felt a little more open. But I was
afraid to push more and maybe poop in the tub. I did manage to get my
fingertip inside just a little. It was so tight, and the water wasn't
really slippery. I don't know how I ever got Ben's whole dick in there but
it felt good wiggling my fingertip around a little! The more I wiggled it,
the more I felt the muscles relax and I was able to push my finger in a
little deeper, which felt even better! Soon I was slipping my pointer
finger in and out of my butt like up to the second knuckle and it felt
really nice! But then I went a little deeper and felt something soft and
mushy and realized I was touching my poop inside my butt - so gross! I
pulled my finger out and rubbed it off really good. It really did feel
nice, but it was really gross too.

So I went back to poking at my hymen again. I poked my fingertip into the
little hole again, about up to the first knuckle, teasing my vagina. I
moved it around, trying to stretch out the hole. It felt better in the warm
water, but it still hurt if I did it to hard. But I made it a little bigger
until my finger was almost in to the 2nd knuckle. My fingertip was
definitely inside my vagina hole now, and it felt so amazing! I wanted more
inside me but it just hurt to much.

So I started a rhythm, just moving the little bit I had in and out of the
mouth of my vagina. It felt so good, I craved more so much but I just
couldn't! Soon I was rubbing my button with my other hand and I started to
feel it coming, like when Emmy licked me. I felt my orgasm building up, my
stomach muscles hard and clenched tight as I poked into my vagina and
rubbed my button harder and harder! It built and built and I didn't think
I'd ever get there, my whole body tense - and then suddenly, there it was!
My hips were jerking and I felt the opening of my vagina closing and
opening around my fingertip as my whole body jerked, sloshing water loud in
my ears. I had just given myself an orgasm for the first time! I had tried
by myself in bed a few times after Emmy and I had played, but just could
never really get there. And this one wasn't huge and earthshaking like when
Emmy did it. But I had done it myself! That was so awesome!

I lay there panting, my vagina twitching around my fingertip. I gently
pulled it out, half expecting blood on my finger, but if there was it got
washed off. I felt the built up tension drain from my body into the warm
water, and I was even more relaxed. So warm and steamy and dark and
quiet...

I woke with a start to the sound of someone knocking on the door. The water
was cool - I must have slept for awhile. I sat up and shook the water from
my ears and then heard Carl yelling through the door.

"Christy, are you ok?"

"Huh ... uh, yea. I fell asleep in the tub."

I pulled the curtain back and was a little disappointed to see Carl's door
closed. I thought he'd try to spy on me like Emmy and I had done to him.

"Ok - mom says dinner is almost ready."

"Yea sure." I scooted up to the front of the tub and pulled the drain plug,
shivering a little in the cool water.

"And hurry up - I gotta pee."

I hesitated a moment before I replied.

"Uh, sure ... you ... you can go." I stammered. He probably didn't even
hear me.

I heard the door open.

"What did you say?"

I pulled the curtain back a bit and saw the door was only open a crack.

"You can go" I said with a little more confidence, but my face heating up
"just don't flush it, ok?"

"Oh ... ah, sure."

And then the door closed, so I didn't know if he understood
anyway. Whatever. I turned on the faucet, trying to keep it in the same
place, and waited for the water to get hot again. Then I pulled the knob up
to turn on the shower - and squeeled loudly - the first water that came out
and hit the back of my neck was freezing!

"You ok?"

"Uh huh" I poked my head out of the curtain to see Carl standing in the
doorway, and my stomach flopped "the water was just freezing!"

"Oh, sure ... I hate that." He looked away awkwardly when I poked my head
out. He was still wearing the baggy basketball shorts from this morning,
but a different shirt.

"It's warm now!" I managed to smile at him despite my own nerves, but he
wasn't looking at me.

I ducked back and got under the hot water, instantly warming my chilled
body. I had forgotten to put my washcloth in the tub.

"Hey, can you grab my washcloth for me? It's on the counter."

After a moment he stuck his hand through the curtain at the back with the
red cloth square. "Here." I took it, touching his hand. Which he quickly
pulled back.

"Thanks! Are you going to pee?"

"Uh ... no, I can hold it." And the door closed again.

"Oh ... ok."

I guess I had started to think about Carl the way that Emmy thought about
Ben. The way I had experienced Ben I guess. That he would take any
opportunity to spy on you touch you, expose himself. But even when I tried
to give Carl the chance to do those things, he wouldn't. Despite everything
that happened this morning, it seemed he still wasn't interested in me
without Emmy there also. I felt sad about that, but didn't know what to do.

I washed all over really good, then washed my hair and used a bunch of
conditioner. I'd been taking baths and showers by myself for awhile now I
guess. Sometimes I missed mom or dad washing me, but I was used to doing it
myself now. Though mom had to help me comb out my hair sometimes. I can
vaguely remember Carl and I taking our baths together, and wondering about
his little worm - and him asking mom why I didn't have one! But it wasn't a
big deal at the time.

I got out and dried off, watching Carl's door as I toweled off my naked
body, but it didn't open. Then returned to my room to get dressed. I heard
Carl go in to the bathroom as soon as I closed my door - he must have been
waiting right there. And immediately heard his pee splashing in the
toilet. I thought about peeking on him, but he was acting so weird so I
didn't.

I thought about just putting my nightshirt on, but the sun was still out so
I put on clean panties, shorts and a to-big tshirt. Then picked up my
hairbrush and headed downstairs barefoot.

I sat at the table - mom was still messing around at the stove. I struggled
to work the brush through my tangled hair. Boys have it so much easier with
short hair!

"Hi Hun, did you have a good bath?"

"Uh huh ... I fell asleep in the tub."

"Oh, I guess that's what Carl was banging on the door and yelling about."

"He could have used the other bathroom."

"Sure - I think he was just worried about you."

I doubt it. I just shrugged and continued getting frustrated with my
tangled hair.

"Dinner is going to be a little while yet - dad got a call for work."

"Oh, ok"

"Here, let me help you with that." She turned the burner down and stepped
away from the stove to sit down next to me.

"I got it." But there was frustration in my voice.

"I'm sure, but can I help?"

"Ok" I stood up and handed her the brush.

"You're getting so tall baby - here, sit on my lap so I can reach you
better."

I sat back on her thigh and she wrapped her arms around me, crushing me
back against her chest, snuggling her chin on my shoulder. It felt good and
I relaxed and melted into her a little as she nuzzled my neck.

"You aren't to big to sit on my lap yet, are you?"

"Uh uh" I replied quietly, shaking my head.

"Good." I could hear the smile in her voice as she squeezed me
tighter. "Mmm, you smell so good." she murmured in my ear, then kissed me
on the cheek and unwrapped her arms from around me and started working on
my hair.

"Wow, this is really tangled" she complained "did you use conditioner?"

"Uh huh - Ow" I pulled away as she yanked at a knot.

"Sorry - hold still. Maybe try a little more next time."

"Ok"

Finally she got it all straightened out, and the brush felt nice, pulling
gently as she continued to run it through my thick hair.

She set the brush on the table and wrapped me up in her arms again.

"There, that's better."

I put my arms on top of hers and she held my hands as I snuggled back
against her more.

"Thanks mommy."

"Of course hun."

We sat there like that a little bit.

"You know, Aunt Julie and I got to talk a lot this morning."

"Uh huh" I replied, trying to sound normal. But it came out squeaky because
my heart felt like it was in my throat. She didn't say anything more, so I
added, almost a whisper "About what?"

"Oh, you know ... just mom things and sister things."

"Uh huh" I didn't know where this was going, but mom and Aunt Julie talked
about everything - even sex stuff, so I was kinda worried.

"We talked about you and Emily of course - you girls are so cute together!"
she whispered in my ear and gave me another squeeze.

"What ..." I swallowed "what about us?"

"Oh, just about how well you get along together. How fast you're growing
up. About..." she trailed off with a big sigh.

I waited a bit "About what mommy?"

"Well... she told me that you and Emily do more then just talk
sometimes.""Uh uh" I blurted out, panicking "no, no we don't" I struggled
to get up, but she held me tight "No!"

"Shhh shhh honey, it's ok, it's ok, you're not in trouble!"

"But, but ... but she promised!" I cried,

"Well honey, I think that's the kind of promise that mom's can't really
keep."

"But..."

"But I'm sure she would have if she thought it would get you in
trouble. Ok? Ok sweety? Please?"

I stopped struggling ... I just leaned forward against her arms with my
elbows on my knees and my face in my hands, trying not to cry.

"You're not in trouble sweety." she repeated.

"Is Emmy?"

"No, no honey. Neither of you are in any trouble. It's fine, really."

"What did she tell you?" I mumbled into my hands, sniffling.

"Uhm ... just that you and Emily were exploring your bodies, and that you
liked to touch each other to make them feel good."

I didn't reply, fighting back tears.

"Oh, and that you like to kiss too!" She tried to sound playful and tickle
me, but it didn't work.

"She promised." I sobbed.

"Yea, Aunt Julie knew you'd be upset about that. She said she's sorry - we
can call her if you want."

"No"

"She told me I could tell you a secret to help you feel better. One only
me, Aunt Julie and one other person know about."

"How will that help me feel better?" I grumbled.

"Well, maybe it will help you understand that you're really not in
trouble. That I really do understand."

"I doubt it" I pouted.

"Well, maybe, maybe not. Let's try, ok?"

I just shrugged.

"Can you sit up here with me please?" she tugged me back toward her.

I sat back against her, but I was still looking at the floor.

Mom took a deep breath. "So ... so back when Aunt Julie and I were about
your age - well, a little older - we did stuff together too. The kind of
stuff you and Emmy are doing."

I sat up straighter and turned to look at her "Really?" I asked,
incredulously. She just nodded in reply, biting her lip like I had seen
Aunt Julie do when she was worried. She looked a lot like Aunt Julie when
she did that.

"Like ... what kind of stuff?" I didn't really believe her ... the stuff
Emmy and I had done ... my mom.

"Well, kissing, and touching each other with our hands and ... and licking
each other."

"You licked each other on the ... " I couldn't say it "down there?"

"Uh huh."

"Wow"

"Yea" she laughed nervously "Wow"

"How old were you?"

"Well, I was about 12 I think, so Aunt Julie was 10 or 11."

"Wow"

"So, we were a little surprised, But mostly because you and Emily are so
much younger then we were."

"For how long?"

"How long what?"

"Did you ... you know ... do that stuff together?"

"Oh well ... I don't know really." she replied, unconvincingly.

Then it hit me "You ... you still do it, don't you?"

Now mom's face got red. "Uhm ... well, not very often. But yea, sometimes."

"Oh my god!"

She laughed nervously "I'm not sure I was supposed to tell you that part!"

"You and Aunt Julie still do sex stuff together?"

She nodded.

"Wow ... does dad know? He's the other person that knows?"

"Uh, yes and no. He knows about now. But he doesn't know everything."

"There's more!?" I asked, incredulously "Who's the other person?"

"Well, that's a story for another time, ok?"

"But..."

"No" she said firmly.

She changed the subject "Aunt Julie also said you were worried about your
hymen?"

"But..." she just shook her head.

"Did you guys talk about everything?" I complained.

She laughed "Aunt Julie and I don't have many secrets from each other."

I wondered how true that was ... Aunt Julie made us promise not to say
anything about sucking on her boobs. I decided I wouldn't bring that up for
now.

"So?"

"What?" I deflected.

"Your hymen?"

"I .. well, yea I guess. It's in the way so..."

"So what?"

"So I can't do stuff that Emmy can." I blurted out in a rush.

"Like what honey?"

"Like ... like..." I figured I better leave Ben out of this. I don't think
Aunt Julie knew about that! "Like I can stick my finger all the way up
inside her her ..."

"Vagina?"

"Uh, yea - and it's so cool and she says it feels really good." I
complained.

"I bet it does!" she laughed, shaking her head "Little Emily ... wow."

"What?"

"Oh, it's just surprising how fast you kids grow up I guess."

"We're not that little." I pouted.

She laughed some more "Oh yes, yes you are! But ok, so Aunt Julie says it
looks perfectly normal..."

"She told you about that!?"

She ignored me and continued "so you can break it, or someone else can do
it for you I guess."

"But it hurts!"

"Yea, I'm sure. I think as you get older, it gets thinner and easier to
break."

"You think?"

She shrugged "I didn't really have one. Not all girls do."

"Lucky."

"I guess" she replied "I can help if you want me to. Or not. It's up to
you."

"Help with what?" dad asked, coming in to the kitchen. We both jumped.

"Oh, Christy is just having a fight with one of her friends. I offered to
talk to her mom."

Mom WAS a good liar. Wow.

"Oh, ok. Is dinner ready?"

"Just about I think, I'm warming the chicken up in the oven."

"Great!"

"Christy, got get your brother please." Mom said, boosting me off her lap.

"Ok, sure."

I ran up the stairs, my head spinning, and knocked on Carl's door. "Hey,
dinner's ready!"

"Yea, ok. I'll be there in a minute." came his muffled reply over the loud
music. I kinda wanted to go in and talk to him, see if he was mad at me or
something. I almost knocked again, but decided not to.

Dinner was good.  I mean the food was good.  Rotisserie chicken, cheesy
buttered noodles and peas.  I felt better about mom and I compared to this
morning ... but weirder too.  And Carl wouldn't even look at me.  Which mom
noticed I think, but he's always so moody lately that I don't think she
thought it was a big deal.

At least dad was normal!  Or at least he seemed normal.  Maybe he was as
much of a freak as the rest of us and I just hadn't figured it out yet.
Anyway, he was the easiest one to talk to at dinner and we chatted about
the new Harry Potter movie coming out soon.

We all watched some TV after dinner.  I don't even remember what because I
was falling asleep on the couch, drooling on dad's arm.  I guess bathtub
naps don't count.  So mom sent me up to bed when the show was over.

I brushed my teeth and stuff -- I left my bathroom door cracked a little so
Carl could see it.  But the way he was acting, I figured he'd close it.  I
took off my shirt and shorts and put on my favorite night shirt.  It's so
soft and baggy and light and I wear it all the time ... so it's kina worn
and faded, almost see-though.  Mom wants to throw it out, but I don't let
her!

I crawled in to bed -- it was warm out, so I just had a light blanket on.
It's still cozy, but I like heavier blankets.

I woke up in the middle of the night and had to pee - about 1:00 in the
morning, looking at the clock on my desk. I must have fallen asleep right
away because I don't remember laying awake at all. I hated getting out of
bed to pee, I just wanted to go back to sleep! But I knew it wasn't going
to get any better, right? So I might as well go do it.

The bathroom door was closed. I hope Carl didn't forget to unlock it when
he finished. He gets really grumpy when I wake him up, even though it's his
fault. I tried the knob, half asleep, and it turned - yeah! And he'd even
put the seat down - I always check after I fell in one night and got my
butt all wet. I woke him up that time too! So I pulled my panties down,
peed and wiped and went back to my bed quick enough that my sheets were
still warm.

But now I couldn't get back to sleep, my mind was racing through the crazy
events of the past few days, and now the talk with mom and how she knew all
of it. Well, not *all* of it! But always coming back to Carl. It was really
bothering me how he was acting toward me, after what happened this morning
... ok yesterday morning now. We used to be so close - he never minded his
little sister hanging around all the time and I practically worshiped
him. He was my favorite person in the whole world! When there were
thunderstorms and stuff, I'd go running to his room instead of mom & dad's
and crawl under the covers with him and he held me tight and talked to me
while I shook and cried out at every flash and boom of lightning. Mom and
dad would find me there in the morning, asleep with Carl spooned behind me
protectively.

He started getting weird around me a year or so ago. Not mean, just not my
best buddy anymore. And now this - he wouldn't even look at me! I wished we
hadn't done that stuff. I missed my big brother and the memory of crawling
in bed with him in the thunderstorms ached in my chest and I thought I
might cry.

I had to know what was going on. I had to talk to him. I looked over at my
clock, and it was after 2 now and I was wide awake with my head spinning
and my heart aching. I decided I had to talk to him tonight. H would be mad
if I woke him up. But I knew I wouldn't sleep unless I did. I went back and
forth and back and forth. I finally decided that if he'd left the door
unlocked on his side of the bathroom - like he did when we were little, in
case I got scared - I'd take that as a sign and go see him.

I tip toed back to the bathroom in the dim glow of the streetlights through
the window. When I got there, I didn't even have to try the knob - his door
was actually cracked the smallest amount. Almost closed, but not quite
latched. Definitely a sign! Though when I grabbed the knob, it didn't turn
- if it had latched it would have been lock. What did that mean? Whatever,
it wasn't locked. That was my sign.

I pushed it open and cringed as it squeaked a little. It was darker in his
room - he had heavier curtains and a tree outside his window. But I could
still see a little. He was on his back, long skinny arms and legs sprawled
wildly across the whole bed. His bed was bigger then mine, which I was
jealous of.

I hadn't really thought past this point - if his door was unlocked, I would
go in and talk to him. Easy. But now I stood at the foot of his bed, and he
was asleep. What now? Just announce myself, shake his bed and tell him to
wake up so we could talk? It didn't seem right, I couldn't get there from
here and I almost went back to my room. Then he kind of mumbled and moved
and I froze. He ended up kind of curled up on his side, and I remembered
him curled behind me protectively in the storms and my heart ached and I
went to his bed and crawled under the covers and nestled my back against
his front - well his arms in front of him against my back - my knees pulled
up. He didn't seem to wake up. And then I couldn't help it .. I started
crying. Quietly, gently - not a big sobbing cry, but crying.

I felt Carl shift a little, and then start and stiffen when he realized I
was there and I braced myself for him to get angry and throw me out. He
didn't move for awhile. Probably not that long, but it seemed like forever
and ever as I cried quietly in his bed waiting for his reaction. Finally he
moved - I think he kind of sat up on his elbow, looking at me - and I held
my breath with my eyes closed. Then he settled back onto the bed behind me
and his long arm wrapped around me and pulled me back against his warm
chest. I breathed out hard in relief, but the floodgates were open now and
I did sob.

"Hey, hey, Christy ... what's wrong? What's going on?" he whispered
urgently in my ear. I couldn't answer - I just clung to his arm around me
and nestled deeper back against his chest. He's a super skinny, gawky guy,
but he felt so big and solid behind me right now.

"Shhh, shhh, it's ok, hey come on, come on Christy, it's ok, what's going
on, what's going on bug?" he cooed and babbled and talked behind me, it was
the tone not the words until he used his pet name for me that I hadn't
heard him say in what seemed like forever. I sniffled and rubbed my eyes
and rolled under his arm until we were face to face, mine teary, his
worried, his breath hot on my forehead as I tilted my head back to look at
him.

"Am I still your bug?" I sniffled.

"Huh? Oh! Yea, yea of course you are. You'll always be my bug." he
whispered back, squeezing me and kissing me on the nose right between my
eyes like he used to do from when we were really little.

The ache in my chest eased a little. "Ok." I replied simply, and tucked my
head under his chin, my hand on his bare side.

Neither of us said anything or moved at all for awhile. My breathing got
back to normal, and I felt so warm and safe and secure with his arm gently
stroking my back. I almost fell asleep like that when he finally spoke.

"Hey, hey ... so what's going on though bug? Are you ok?"

I just nodded.

"Ok, yea ... but what's going on?"

I didn't move or reply for a bit.

"Seriously Christy, what's going on, what happened?"

I sighed and pushed back from his chest so I could look up at him.

"I ... I just missed you."

"Huh? But I didn't go anywhere?"

"Yea, I know ... but, you know, it hasn't been the same, like it used to
be. For awhile now. Sometimes it seems like you don't even like me any
more." I fought back the tears that threatened to overtake me again.

"What? No! Of course I like you."

"It doesn't seem like it. You wouldn't even look at me or talk to me
tonight at dinner and stuff." I pouted.

"Oh." he said quietly.

"Oh what?"

"So you're not mad at me?"

"Huh, why would I be mad at you?"

"Well ... you know..."

"What?"

"You know ... the stuff we did this morning."

"I'm not mad about that."

He let out a breath "I've been scared to death all day that you or Emmy
would tell on me. And ... and, I mean, you probably should - it's
wrong. You're my little sister, you're only 9. I shouldn't have done that
stuff and I feel terrible. I hate myself."

I thought he was going to cry now, and that would definitely freak me out.

"But you didn't make us do anything!"

"Yea, but I'm older. I'm supposed to know better."

"I wish everyone would stop treating me like a little kid."

"But you *are* a little kid bug!" he grinned at me.

"No! Well, yea ... but you don't have to treat me like one!" I shot back,
slapping him on the shoulder.

"So you're not mad at me?"

"Uh uh"

"And Emmy isn't mad either?"

I shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh my god no - that's all we talked about! Until she had to go."

"Really?" He asked, incredulously.

"Well, you heard about the stuff we were already doing with each other,
right? And Ben."

"Yea."

"So it's not like we weren't already doing this kind of stuff on our own."

"Yea, I guess."

"Look, if you weren't there, we probably would have been making out, or
licking each others pussys' or something."

"Really?"

"Well, yea ...I mean, we ended up doing that anyway, right?"

"Yea"

"So we're not mad at you or ... or trying to get you in trouble. We liked
it!"

"Yea, I guess. But we can't ever do it again. If we got caught we'd be
dead. Or probably just me.  I mean, like mom and dad would literally kill
me. And then Uncle Ron would come over and kill me again."

I giggled at that. Uncle Ron is a big guy and I think he scares Carl a
little, even though he's a big softy.

"What? You think that's funny?"

"Well, getting killed the 2nd time by Uncle Ron probably wouldn't be as bad
as the first time."

"Huh?"

"Because you'd already be dead, you dork!"

"Shut up - you know what I mean!" But he was grinning.

"I don't think it's that bad."

"Really? Because I think it would be pretty dang bad."

I bit my lip - the urge to talk about the stuff with mom and Aunt Julie
with someone was almost overwhelming.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Well, yea ... we gotta keep this secret!"

"I mean, another one. Another secret."

"Uh, sure, I guess. What is it?"

"Mom and Aunt Julie already know about Emily and I doing sex stuff
together."

"What?! Oh my god! How?"

"Well, Aunt Julie figured it out I guess. And then she told mom. They tell
each other everything."

"Are you in trouble?"

"Uh uh, they're ok with it."

"Holy shit - really? How? Why?"

I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't think I should tell him about mom
and Aunt Julie doing stuff together.

"Mom just said it was ok, as long as nobody was getting hurt and we both
wanted to."

"Wow ... that's like really crazy. Does dad know?"

"No ... well, I don't think so." I hoped not!

"Jeez!"

"Yea"

"Still doesn't help us though."

"Why not?"

"Because it's one thing for two girls to play around. It's different if
there's a boy involved. Especially an older boy."

"How come?"

"I dunno ... it just is. I mean, you could get pregnant for one thing. Not
right now of course. You're to little. But when you're older. And they'd
think I was making you do it."

"We'd tell them you weren't!"

"Sure. But trust me, they'd completely flip out if they knew I was messing
around with you and Emmy. Even if they're ok with the two of you doing
stuff."

"Ok"

"I mean it bug!"

"Yea, I get it."

"Do they know about Ben?"

"I don't think so."

"He needs to be really careful - he can't keep his mouth shut."

"Yea, I know. Emmy is so mad at him."

"He's such a jerk sometimes."

"Yea, that's what Emmy says too."

"So why does she do stuff with him?"

I shrugged "I dunno. I guess it kinda just happened. And he's not always a
jerk."

"I guess."

Neither of us said anything for a bit, and I was getting sleepy again.  I
rolled over until my back was to him, and snuggled back into his bare
chest.

"Did ..." he started.

"What?"

"Did you really let him put his dick in your butt?"

"Uhm ... yea."

"Wow"

I giggled at that a little.

"But ... how?"

"Err ... well, it was against my butt hole. And I kinda pushed back, and he
kinda pushed, and it popped in."

Carl laughed "No, I don't mean the mechanics - though that's pretty hot I
guess. How did you end up in a situation for that to happen?"

"Oh..." I giggled "well, we like made this blanket fort and me, Ben and
Emmy lay in it to watch a movie."

"What movie?"

"Princess Bride I think ... I didn't see much of it." I giggled again.

"Yea, I've seen it - it's really good."

"Anyway, we started, like wrestling around.  And Ben was touching my butt,
and it felt nice so I let him.  And then he was touching my pussy, and that
felt even better!"

"I'll bet!" He teased.

"Shut up!" I pouted.

"I'm sorry.  So then what happened?"

"He uh ... he made me have an orgasm ... with his finger in my pussy."

"Wow!"

"Yea ... and then it kinda came out that Emmy had done stuff with Ben too."

"How?"

"I um, well I still have my hymen.  And Emmy doesn't.  And Ben said
something about it, so that's how I knew he and Emmy had done stuff.  And
Emmy got really upset so we went to her room and talked and I got the whole
story."

"Do you think they really did it?"

"Uh huh."

"Holy crap!"

"Yea, I know!  So anyway, we went back down to the blanket fort, and I was
so, you know, excited?  From talking about this stuff with Emmy."

"Horny."

"What?"

"That feeling you get when you're thinking about sex stuff.  It's called
being horny."

I giggled. "That's a weird word -- why do they call it that?."

"I dunno ..." I felt him shrug behind me "that's just what they say."

"Huh - so yea, I guess I was horny!"  and giggled some more.  Carl kind of
snorted.

"What?"

"I ... uh, I just never even thought that girls got horny too." he
explained "Especially little girls."

I elbowed him in the ribs "I'm not a little girl!"

"Yea, you are." he replied, kissing me on top of my head and snuggling up
against me more. I felt him against my butt now, his legs against the back
of mine, and I curled up a little more - he pulled his knees up so our legs
were still touching - they felt hairy and scratchy against the smooth skin
on the back of my legs. I felt totally wrapped up by his long skinny body
now

 "Whatever.  Anyway, Ben was asleep, but I wanted to see his dick!  So I
looked at it while he was sleeping -- but then he woke up and ... and then
we started playing around some more.  Emmy sucked his dick! And I just was
so so horny, and his dick was so hard and I just felt like I just had to
have it inside me -- like I felt so empty down there."

Carl's breathing sounded kind of funny and I realized I could feel
something hard against my butt.

"Is that your dick?" I asked, teasingly, wiggling my butt against it.

"What?  No!" he exclaimed, trying to pull back from my bottom.

"Yes it is!" I giggled, pushing my butt back into his crotch again "I felt
it poking my butt!"

He mumbled "I'm sorry" and tried to pull his hips back again.

"I'm not mad ... it's kinda cool."

"Really?"

"Yea ... it got hard just from talking about stuff?"

"Uh ... yea. That and holding you I guess."

"From holding me?"

"Yea, well - it doesn't seem to need a reason. It gets hard all the time,
even when nothing's happening. It's kinda embarrassing sometimes. But yea,
rubbing your butt against me is definitely enough!"

I giggled at that and tried to rub my butt on him some more, but he was
kind of holding me away from him now.

"Ah ... I liked snuggling you" I pouted.

"You sure?"

"Uh huh."

"Ok"

He pulled me back and wrapped himself around me again, and now I definitely
felt his dick against my butt! My night shirt had ridden up, so it was just
my silky panties and his boxers between it and my butt. I wriggled until it
was between my butt cheeks and tilted my hips back and forth to rub on
it. Carl groaned in my ear and I giggled. Then he pushed himself harder
against me and moved his hips back and forth - he could move more then I
could and was really rubbing it hard in my butt crack - I could feel it
against my butt hole, which made me gasp, and now Carl giggled.

"Mmm, that's nice" I murmured, and tilted my hips so he could rub it
better.

Carl just mumbled "Uh huh". His hand was flat on the center of my chest, a
gentle pressure holding me to him. I put my little hand on his and was kind
of surprised to feel more connected to him. I'm sure he could feel my heart
beating, and it was getting faster!

Then he pulled his hand out from under mine and pulled his hips back. I
groaned a little in disappointment. He was fumbling around with his hand at
my butt - not really trying to touch me, more like himself.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't reply, just replaced his hand on my chest and pushed his dick up
against my butt again. Curious, I reached back between us and found that he
had pulled his dick through the flap in his boxer shorts, and now his bare
dick was rubbing against my panties! He froze when I wrapped my fingers
around his dick and squeezed - it was so hard! I felt around it a little
bit, from the fat head down to where it poked through his underwear. It was
definitely much longer then my hand is wide - I could wrap my fingers
around it and slide it down to the bottom and back up to the tip. I think
he was holding his breath, he was so still. Then I let it go and put my
hand back on his, shuddering in excitement as he pushed his dick into my
butt crack again.

I tugged his hand up a little onto my nipple, which was hard and pointy,
but still tiny. He got the idea, and was soon rubbing it gently between his
finger tips, making a warm tingle flush through my body. I could feel my
pussy lips getting slippery, as I wiggled my butt against him.

Carl was definitely breathing now! His breath was hot and ragged in my ear,
on my cheek as he humped his hard dick against my butt. It felt so good and
I was getting that empty feeling again. I tried to angle my hips better so
that he was rubbing more against my butt hole and the bottom of my pussy,
but it wasn't really working. Reaching back again, the middle of his dick
was kinda near the top of my butt crack and the tip was more like rubbing
on my lower back.

"Hang on..." I mumbled.

He froze "What's wrong?" equal parts frustration and concern I think.

"Just ... here, let me move..." I wriggled up, still holding his dick,
until the tip was closer to my butt hole. I bent it down a little and
rubbed my butt hole with it through my panties and giggled at the noise he
made. He got the idea, and started poking the tip against me, instead of
grinding the bottom of it on me. I was definitely feeling that empty,
hungry - horny (giggle) - feeling between my legs and in my butt now!

Impulsively, I grabbed the waistband of my panties and tugged it down. I
got it kind of down over my upper butt cheek, and was trying to lift my
hips off the bed to get them down, but it wasn't really working with one
hand like that. But Carl figured out what I was trying to do, and soon his
big warm hand was touching my butt too, groping for my panties and helping
me tug them down as I wiggled on the bed, my breath coming hard now
also. Finally, we got them off my skinny hips, and like halfway down my
thighs. I grabbed his dick again, and now rubbed the tip right against my
bare butt hole! It felt so much better & different then through my panties!
I guess Carl thought so to - he was pushing it against me.

We did that a little, it it felt great, but I needed to touch my pussy. Or,
I guess I needed something to touch my pussy. "Hang on..." I mumbled,
pulling my butt front away from him a little and reaching back to grab his
dick again. He didn't complain this time - I guess he was convinced I was
into it now!

I lifted my upper leg a little and scootched around until I could put the
tip of his dick right against the bottom of my pussy - I dipped my finger
in quick and found I was dripping wet. Then I let go and pulled my hand
away. Carl immediately got the idea, and gently pushed forward and his long
hard dick slid smoothly up between my wet, slippery pussy lips! We both
groaned and didn't move for a bit.

Then he started moving, sliding his dick back and forth between my slick
fat pussy lips. Every time the head went over my button I jerked and felt a
warm tingly spasm in my pussy! He wrapped his bottom arm over my lower
shoulder and onto my chest also, playing with my other nipple, holding me
tight.

He started off slowly, long gentle strokes. I felt it slide over my button
and keep going. I slid my hand down my belly to the top of my pussy crack,
and on each stroke his dick head poked out of the top of my pussy! He
stopped like that a little and I played with it, all wet and slippery from
my juices. I even found the hole in the tip where the pee - and sperm too,
I guess - comes out.

"Rub the bottom of it" he whispered right in my ear "that's where it feels
the best."

I could only get to the very tip -- the part that looks like a mushroom -
so I started rubbing it there on the bottom.

"Like this?"

"Ohhh ... yea, like that!" He groaned.

I did that a little bit, and I know he liked it. But I wanted to feel it
rubbing on my button more. So I stopped a tried wiggling my hips with his
dick nestled between my pussy lips. It kind of worked.

"Do that some more!" I whined.

"What?"

"You know!"

"Uh uh."

"You know ... like this." I slid my pussy back and forth on his dick as
best I could.

"Oh, you mean like this??". I could hear the grin on his face as he pulled
his hips back and thrust up between my lips again.

"Oh oh yea like that, Keep doing that!!"

He did, and faster too! Soon he was pumping his dick back and forth pretty
fast! I could hear it sliding wetly through my slippery lips - it felt so
good, so good I was almost there! Almost there almost there almost there! I
reached between my legs against and pushed it harder against my clitty
button when he pushed through. That did it! That put me over the edge!!

"Uh uh uh uh oh my God oh my God oh my God!!!" I chanted as my vagina and
butthole clenched and spasmed and my hips jerked and I felt a wave of warm
tingly feeling sweep up my body from between my legs.

"Shhhh" Carl whispered hoarsely as he continued to pump his dick back and
forth frantically. I took my hand from between my legs and bit the heel of
my thumb - I could smell my juices on my fingers. He was squeezing me so
hard against his chest that I almost couldn't breath.

His movements were getting more forceful and erratic and I wondered if he
was going to cum and squirt his stuff on my pussy, or if he'd push it all
the way through and squirt on the sheets in front of me. For some reason I
wanted it on my pussy and I pulled front a little so he didn't poke out the
front so much.

It seemed like he had the same idea and wasn't pushing through as far. My
hips and belly muscles were still jerking and twitching as I realized he
wasn't sliding his dick between my pussy lips any more, but was more like
poking the tip against me pretty hard. It still felt good, his dick
touching me there, and once or twice it slipped up behind and rubbed over
my butt hole instead, which felt good too. He took his hand off my chest
and reached down between us and grabbed his dick as he was poking it at me
- that's when I realized he was trying to find my vagina. He wanted to put
his dick up inside me. And then the tip of his dick lodged at the bottom of
my crack and he knew he was in the right place and he pushed had.

"Ow ow ow no Carl, no, it's to big!!!" I cried out at the sharp pain in my
pussy "Stop STOP!" I called out, trying to get my bottom away from him, but
he just held me tight so I couldn't move.

"Ow ow STOP!" I yelled way to loud as I felt something tear. "OW" I
screamed and tears ran down my cheeks and Carl froze and stopped
pushing. That's when I felt it ... through the sharp aching pain in my
pussy. Carl's dick was right there at the bottom of my pussy, I could feel
it stretching the entrance to my vagina a little. And it was jerking and
throbbing powerfully ... and I could feel it - I could feel powerful jets
of his sperm squirting right into my vagina. I guess it was more then could
fit in there, because the jets and throbs kept coming and I felt it running
down the back of my leg and butt cheek. It felt so good - his dick jerking
and squirting into me, but it really hurt too. Finally, he relaxed and
loosened his grip and let his hips pull back from me. I felt a ragged sharp
pain, as his dick came out of my pussy.

We both lay there panicked, holding our breath, waiting for mom or dad to
knock on the door. I can't believe they didn't hear me all the way down in
their first floor bedroom.

I spoke first, sniffling and whiny "What the hell Carl!? That really hurt!"
I had lifted up my knee on my upper leg and was feeling around my poor
abused pussy. It was so tender and sore at the bottom - and so wet. His
thick gooey sperm stuff was drooling out of my vagina hole. I felt around
some more, finding the sore torn edges of my hymen.

"Christy oh Chisty, bug, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Do you
think mom and dad heard? I'm sorry I'm sorry. Are you ok?" I could feel the
panic in his voice as he tucked his face into the back of my neck, shaking.

"Yea, yea, I'm ok." I winced as I explored my sore pussy. "But what the
heck Carl?! I told you to stop!!"

"I know, I know. I just couldn't help it. It's like I couldn't even stop,
I'm so sorry bug." He was crying now. What the hell? I was the one that got
hurt!

"That was really scary" I pouted "and it really hurt!"

"I know, I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Are you hurt bad?"

"I ... well, it's pretty sore." I couldn't stop poking at it, even though
it hurt. I slipped my finger up into my goo filled vagina a little - deeper
then I had managed in the tub. And that felt good at least. "You tore my
hymen."

"Oh god Christy, I'm so sorry. Do you think you need to go to the doctor?
Do you have to tell mom?" I could hear the rising panic as his voice got
more shrill.

"Yea, I'm ok. Shhh." Carl freaking out was starting to freak me out. I
pulled my hand from between my legs and let my leg down, feeling the mix of
my juices and Carl's sperm squeezing out and running down my leg. "Just
... just hold me, ok?" I snuggled back against him and reached back to find
his arm and pull it down to my chest where I held his hand.

His chest was heaving behind me - I don't know if it was from his orgasm or
his panic, but it gradually calmed down and I felt him slowly relax.

"I'm so sorry bug. I'm so sorry. I won't ever do that again, I swear."

I thought about that a minute, petting his arm. "Well, it was really cool
before that." I replied softly "It felt so good and I had a really good
orgasm."

"You did?"

"Uh huh - maybe the best one yet. Couldn't you tell?"

"Yea ... I guess so."

"But you get to carried away - like when you wouldn't let go of Emmy's
head."

"I know - I can't help it. We won't ever do it again, ok?"

I thought about that a moment. "Well, I liked it before that. I'd like to
do that again I think."

"You would? Really?"

"Uh huh. You just can't go crazy like that."

"I won't - I promise."

I'm not sure I believed him. Not that he was lying - just that he didn't
seem to be able to help himself.

"Ok"

I felt myself relax against his body again as I nestled against his
chest. And I felt the tension drain from him in turn. He kissed me on my
neck and behind my ear, which tickled and I giggled and the tension melted
away faster.

"What about your hymen? Will it be ok?"

"Uh, I guess so." I replied, still feeling the dull, warm ache in my
pussy. "I mean it's torn, I guess it's gone."

"Is that bad? Do you have to do anything?"

"Well, I guess it had to go sometime." That's when it first occurred to me
that now I could do they kind of stuff that Emmy did, which sent a warm
wave of pleasure through me.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok." I turned my head up and kissed him on the cheek then lay my head
back down.

We lay like that for awhile I guess. I was stroking the hair on his arm
wrapped around me. I was wide awake - paranoid about falling asleep and mom
finding me here in the morning I guess. I thought Carl might have fallen
asleep, but then he mumbled sleepily in my ear "I guess we didn't wake mom
and dad up."

"Yea" I replied quietly.

"You were so loud."

"It hurt!" I slapped his arm.

"Sorry."

"It's ok."

"Was I ... uh ... you know ... in your vagina?"

"No ... well just the tip I guess. You squirted your stuff into me."

"Really?"

"Yea ... that part was pretty cool" I replied, squeezing his arm. "Now I'm
leaking" I giggled.

"You haven't gotten your periods yet, right?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"What?"

"Nothing - you would know if you had. Mom will tell you about it sometime."

"Ok" I didn't push him on it.

I felt something against my butt cheek and realized his dick was getting
hard again. I guess it was against me the whole time, but I didn't realize
it.

"Is your dick getting hard again?" I asked. I mean, I knew it was. But I
wanted to say something.

"Yea ... sorry."

"It's ok." I replied, wiggling my but a little. I felt him pull back a
little, then reach between us. I guess he was adjusting it, because now it
was pointing up toward his belly. I reached back to touch it and it was all
sticky. I moved a little and let it lay along my butt crack, which also
felt sticky.

After a little while, feeling him getting even harder and bigger, he
tentatively whispered in my ear "Can we do that again ... rubbing it
between your legs? I promise I'll be careful."

"Right now?"

"We don't have to."

But I was already getting turned on too, with his long hard dick laying in
my butt crack, and my pussy so wet with his sperm stuff.

"I ... I guess so"

"Are you sure?"

"I ... we can try. But it's probably to sore."

I lifted my leg up again, and reached back between to find his dick. He
pulled back a little so I could pull it down and lay it against my pussy
lips again. I felt a warm glow spread up my body as his penis touched me
there. I pushed and wiggled and pulled my lips apart and got his sticky
dick nestled between them, his fat head against my button. Then I lowered
my leg.

"Is this ok?"

"Uh huh" It was ... mostly. But then he started moving it, dragging along
the torn raw remains of my hymen. "Ow ... no, it's not. It hurts when you
rub it like that."

"Sorry" He stopped moving, but I could hear the disappointment in his
voice.

I was disappointed to - I was getting that horny, empty feeling
again. Maybe I could just rub him against the top of my pussy and my
button. I lifted my knee again, foot on the bed, spreading my pussy wide. I
reached down and grabbed his dick and rubbed the hard/spongy head on my
button. It felt good, but not enough.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yea ... it's nice." he replied, without much conviction.

His sticky dick was getting more slippery again, and I dipped it into my
vagina area, ignoring the twinges of pain, to get some more of his leaking
sperm and my juices on it.

"Does that hurt?"

"Uh ... yea, a little."

I had it all super wet and slippery with our combined goo now though, and I
drug my finger though to smear some more up my butt crack.

"Here..." I replied, popping his wet dick back to lay along my butt crack
again "you can rub it like this." I demonstrated, flexing my hips back and
forth.

He tried it, tentatively. But I guess he liked it, because he pressed
harder against me and was soon sliding his dick rhythmically up and down in
my butt crack.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Uh huh ... it's nice. What about you?"

"Yea, it's nice." And it was. Not as nice as before, but it felt good just
to make him feel good. "It feels really good rubbing against my butt hole."
I tilted my hips so he made better contact.

"Oh ... yea, ok." He adjusted his angle also "Like this?"

"Yea - that's nice." It was - my butt hole was getting all tingly from his
dick rubbing on it. But it still didn't feel like enough. I don't think
Carl was into it that much either. His stroking felt mechanical.

"Carl?"

"Yea?"

"If I try something ... do you promise you'll stop if I ask you to? And not
go crazy?"

"What are you going to do?" He asked, equal parts skeptical and curious.

"Just promise."

"Yea, sure ... I promise."

"I mean it."

"Yea, I promise." He said, seriously.

I lifted my knee up and reached between my legs to find his dick again. I
grabbed it, and wrapped my hand around it, stroking up and down a few
times.

"That's nice."

"Scoot back a little."

"Ok"

I could bend it down now, and I rubbed the tip right on my slippery butt
hole. It felt really nice - the spongy soft head felt so good rubbing on
it. Better then my fingers ... or maybe that's just because I know it's a
dick rubbing on my butt.

"Do you like that?"

"Yea ... what are you doing?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"Just rubbing it."

"But ... yea, ok."

I did that for a little while -- just rubbing his fat, soft dick head
against my butt hole.  It felt really nice.  I think he liked it to ... or
at least he didn't complain.  And, like in the bath tub, the more I rubbed
it, the more the tight ring of muscle seemed to relax.  I poked it with my
finger and it even slipped in a little.  I scooped some more goo out of my
pussy and smeared it on my butt and his dick head and rubbed it some more.

"You can push a little." I whispered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, just ... you know ... be gentle."  My voice was shaking a little.

"Yea, ok."

I held his dick with the tip right against my hole, and he slowly pushed
against it.  I felt the pressure building, and it felt like it was
stretching around his dick head ... but the it started to hurt.

"Stop!" I whispered urgently, flinching away, afraid he'd keep pushing.
But he stopped.

I lined him up again and pushed back against him myself.  Again, I felt my
butt hole start to open up, and then it hurt again and I pulled away.

"That feels really good bug -- but there's no way it's going to fit."

I didn't reply -- I just pushed back on him again, his cock pressing into
my butt hole until it hurt, then backing off.  It felt really nice, and
soon I had a little rhythm going, pushing my hole against his dick then
pulling away.

"Let me do it."

"Ok -- just don't push to hard."

"I know."

He took over moving then, and he was really careful and gentle.  He seemed
to know, somehow, just how he could push before pulling back.  It felt
delicious, and I took my hand away and let him do it.  He had a slow gentle
rhythm, pushing into my butt hole until it just started to stretch and
hurt, then pulling back.

"Uh ... Carl, that feels so good!' I murmured.

"I'm not hurting you?"

"Uh uh ... it's nice.  You can push a little harder."

"Ok."

He did push a little harder, but not much.  Just slowly probing his dick
head into my butt hole.  And I guess it was stretching out, because it
seemed to be going deeper into me.

"Hang on a sec."

"Ok"

I pulled away from his dick a little and felt around my hole with my
finger.  It was definitely more open then before, and I easily slipped my
finger in a bit.  I lined his dick up again, and pushed back.

"Just hold still." I whispered.

"Yea, ok."

I pushed back harder -- until it hurt, and then a little more.  And then --
just like that -- the whole fat mushroom head popped through with a sharp,
intense pain.

"Ow ow oh!" I flinched and pulled away from him, but the fat head just
tugged against my butt hole from the inside and hurt more. I curled up even
tighter on myself - the initial shock took my breath away, but now I was
sucking in and blowing out deep breaths.

"Oh shit oh damn Christy bug, are you ok?" He pulled back, but again just
tugged at my butt hole from the inside.

"Hold on, wait ... just let me get used to it." I panted.

"We can stop. I can take it out." He replied, worry in his voice. He
stroked my hair and cheek with his fingers. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm ok - just hang on." And I was - the pain actually faded pretty
quickly. I uncurled a little and reached back to feel where his smooth hard
pole impaled my tightly stretched, slimy butt hole. It felt so much bigger
then Ben's dick - like how could his little dick even hurt If Carl's much
bigger one could fit in me, right? I felt up the shaft - just the head was
inside me, so there was still a lot.

I felt Carl's hand on my butt cheek, and then touching my stretched
hole. "Oh damn bug - my dick is actually in you!"

"Yea" I breathed.

"Are you ok? Does it still hurt?"

"Uh ... no, not really. Just feels really stretched. Does it feel good to
you?"

"Uh huh ... really good. It's so tight and warm on my dick!"

We lay there like that a little bit - he was softly caressing my butt and
lightly touching my hole and his dick.

"You can try moving it a little."

"Ok ... just tell me if it hurts."

I felt him pushing it into me - just one long, slow, straight push of his
long dick up inside me. I felt inch after inch sliding through my hole. I
couldn't feel much inside - just fullness and pressure I guess. All the
feeling was right at my butt hole. But I could feel it inside me - I guess
that doesn't make sense, since I just said I couldn't feel it on the
inside. I don't know how to explain it, but I just had a sense, a feeling,
of his long, hard pole inside my body.

I felt his hips against my butt cheeks, and I knew he was all the way in,
But I reached back to confirm it - his belly was tight up against my butt,
I couldn't touch his dick at all.

"I'm all the way in." he breathed, something like awe in his voice.

"Yea"

"Does it feel ok?"

"Uh huh" I squeezed experimentally with my butt hole.

"Oh!"

"Did you feel that?"

"Uh huh - do it again!"

I squeezed again, a few times.

"That's so cool!"

I felt his dick twitch inside me. "I can feel that!" He did it a few more
times.

I tried pushing him out - like I was pooping. But nothing happened and he
didn't say anything.

He started moving again, pulling it out slowly. Out till just the head was
inside again I think, and the fullness and pressure retreated. Then pushed
it back in, a little faster. He didn't stop this time, just pulled it back
out and pushed it back in. Soon he had a slow gentle rhythm going, stroking
his dick in and out of my butt. I it felt so good!

"Oh damn bug..." his breath was getting raggedy again "oh damn ... I can't
believe I'm fucking you in the ass!"

I giggled nervously at his language - I'd heard the words before of
course. Just never in this context ... and referring to me I guess. That's
what we were doing - fucking. Carl was fucking me. That thought, those
words seemed almost weirder than the actual thing we were doing
somehow. But it felt so good! My ass hole (giggle) must have gotten more
stretched & relaxed, because his dick moved easily in me now. Once he
pulled back to far, and it popped out - leaving me empty. But he slipped it
back back in again, with no pain at all.

"Oh bug - this is amazing, this feels so good!"

"Uh huh" I gasped.

"Do you like it?"

"Uh huh." My brain didn't seem capable of forming actual sentences in
response. Carl was wrapped around me again, holding me tight to him with
his hand on my chest while his hips pumped his long slippery cock in my
butt hole. For a moment, I felt completely passive. Like this was just
being done to me, I wasn't actually a participant.

He stopped moving, buried deep inside me.

"Are you sure? It doesn't seem like you like it."

"Yea really - it feels so good Carl! It feels so good - I ... I just don't
know what to say."

I tried moving my butt on him ... I couldn't move much the way I was
wrapped up and held by him on my side.

"Here, let me move a little." He unwrapped his arm from my chest and rolled
away a bit. I propped myself up on my elbow, and looked back down our
bodies. Then I lifted my knee and put my foot on the bed - the cool air on
my wet kitty felt nice. Now I could move more easily, and I did.

I moved my hips, making his dick move inside me. It felt different to be in
control of that. I pulled forward until just the head was inside, and then
pulled forward some more, and it popped out. And then pushed back, pushed
it back into me. That feeling of penetration - when his dick head first
entered me - was amazing, and I just did that over and over for a bit.

Suddenly, while I was doing that, he grabbed my hip and drove himself deep
into me and I squealed in surprise. That sudden deep penetration, after
toying around at the entrance felt so good! I pulled off him, and did the
thing where I popped it out and back in some more, until he shoved it deep
to the root again. It became kind of a game for a bit - like I just wanted
the tip, but he wanted the whole thing inside me! It was so cool!

I could feel the urgency building in him though - the intervals where he
let me play with the tip seemed to be getting shorter. Then with kind of a
growl, he pushed me over onto my belly. He moved with me, but it came out
anyway. He fumbled and poked to find my butt hole again, and I arched my
back, sticking my butt up to help him.

When he found my hole again, he entered me with one deep hard thrust that
made us both gasp. It felt different in this position - the angle was
different I guess, and his dick touched me differently inside somehow. I
think I liked it better, but I didn't get much time to feel it because now
he was pumping his dick hard and fast into me, his hips slamming into my
butt as he buried himself to the root in my ass! It kinda hurt a little
bit, doing it so hard, but it felt really good too. I tried to lift my butt
up to get even more of him inside me, but he just slammed my hips back down
into the bed again.

" uh uh uh uh uh" I grunted in time to his thrusts. I felt his hot breath
on the top of my head. I think he was probably out of control again and I
wondered if he'd stop if I asked him to. But I didn't want him to! It felt
so good!! Not even the individual thrusts anymore - just a delicious
feeling of heat and friction and pressure filled my whole butt!

I found that I could lift my hips off the bed a few inches, if I timed it
right. And I could move with him, pushing my but back to meet his thrusts,
pulling front as he pulled back. We had a rhythm going for a little bit,
but then he went even faster and I couldn't keep up, so I just let him fuck
me!

Then he shoved it in me all the way, and kept pushing. Like he was trying
to push me through the bed. He groaned loudly, as I felt his dick jerking
and throbbing deep inside me and I knew he was cumming - squirting his
gooey sperm into my butt!

His dick gradually stopped throbbing and he collapsed heavily onto my back.

"Oh my god bug, oh my god, that was so amazing! Did you like it Christy?"

He was breathing hard - so was I. Or I was trying to.

"Ugh ... you're to heavy!" I squirmed under him, feeling trapped.

"Oh uh, yea." He propped himself up on his elbows and I could breath!

I lay there a minute, breathing deeply. His dick was still in me, and I
squeezed on it with my butt hole.

"Yea - that was so cool!" I finally answered.

"Did I go to hard - you know - at the end?"

"Uh ... maybe a little. But it felt good!"

"That was so cool bug! Thanks for letting me fuck you!"

That felt really weird to me somehow, but I couldn't really place
why. Whatever.

I propped myself up on my elbows also and twisted my neck around to look up
at him. He had this huge goofy grin on his face and he moved his dick in me
a little. I collapsed back to the bed, face in my hands, giggling. I
squeezed his cock and wiggled my butt a little in response. He made a few
thrusts in me. I couldn't feel his sperm squirting into me when he had his
cum - I just felt his dick throbbing. But now his dick moving in me felt
much wetter and gooier then it did before. It felt nice. But I also felt
now that I was really wet and sticky all over my butt. And it smelled.  It
smelled really bad.  I don't know how we didn't notice it before.

"Oh no." Carl said in dismay. He sat up quickly, his dick popping out of my
stretched out hole with a wet plop. I felt empty and open and wanted him to
put it back.

"Oh shit Christy ... oh shit ... it's such a mess. You have poop all over
your butt. And on my cock too."

I giggled, looking back at him.

"What?"

"Well, what did you think was going to happen?"

"Yea, but ... it's so gross - it stinks." He said, wrinkling his nose in
disgust. "We gotta get cleaned up."

"Yea, ok." I pushed up onto my hands and knees. Now I could feel how wet
and sticky and gross my butt and crotch were.

"Careful not to get any on the bed."

I suddenly felt like I had to poop - and like I wouldn't be able to hold
it! I squeezed my my butt hole as tight as I could, jumped up, and ran to
the bathroom! I just got to the toilet in time. I let it go and a stream of
loose poop - well mixed with sperm I guess - gushed from my butt. It kind
of burned a little. Carl came in behind me and turned on the light. I
grabbed some paper and wiped - my hole felt open. I looked at the paper and
saw some blood on it and my stomach turned. I spread my legs and looked
down between them, pulling my lips apart with my fingers. My pussy was all
bloody and I kinda started freaking out a little.

"Oh shit ... you're bleeding."

"Uh ... yea." I said weakly. I was staring at my pussy. I guess there
wasn't a lot of blood - but there was definitely blood and I felt
queasy. "Its ... it's probably from my hymen." I hoped it was ... and not
from my butt hole. The thought that he had damaged my butt hole fucking me
and that I might be bleeding from my butt was adding another level of
panic.  How do you tell your mom that you're bleeding from your butt hole
because your brother fucked you to hard?

"Hey, hey ... it's ok. Let me look, ok?" I had instinctively, protectively
covered my pussy with my hands and closed my knees when he knelt down in
front of me. He put his hands on my knees and gently pulled them
apart. "Just let me look, ok bug?"

"Yea ... ok." I agreed. I spread my legs wide and shifted forward on the
seat so he could see better. I pulled my lips apart. I was wide open, and
he was just inches away looking at me. That was kinda freaking me out too.

"There's some blood ... but I don't think you're bleeding any more." He
poked his finger gently into the bottom of my pussy and inspected the
results.

"Is it coming from my butt?"

"Uhm ... I don't think so. But I can't really see your butt hole."

I tried scooting further forward and leaning back, but it didn't really
work.

"Here - just stand up and bend over."

"Ok" He held my hand and helped me stand. I leaned over the sink with my
feet apart and Carl knelt behind me.

"Hang on ... let me clean you up a little." He stood and grabbed my used
washcloth from earlier and wet it in the sink, Then he wiped and dabbed at
my pussy and butt, rinsing the cloth frequently. He was so gentle and
careful, which made me feel a little better.

"Ok" he said, kneeling behind me again.

"Well, it's kind of red and swollen." He poked at my butt hole with his
finger. "Does that hurt?"

"Uhm ... it's a little sore."

"Yea ... but it doesn't look like it's bleeding." He poked some more, and I
flinched a little when he probed to deep with his finger tip. He looked at
his finger. "I think it's all from your pussy."

"Ok"

That was a relief, I guess. I felt between my legs, the tenderness of my
torn hymen. There didn't seem to be any fresh blood there either.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." He said, eyes downcast as I stood up and turned
around.

"It's ok.  It was really ... " Nice? Cool? Fun? "uhm ... good."

"You didn't like it" he replied sadly, leaning against the wall, staring at
the floor. He was naked, his soft dick hanging down had smears of poop on
it and in the hair around it.

"I did!" I insisted "It's just ... well, it was a lot. And you were to
rough sometimes."

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"I'm just tired - and a little freaked out. But I liked it."

"You're sure?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Uh huh" I put my hand on his arm and stretched to give him a little kiss
on the lips. It struck me ... everything we'd done, but we hadn't really
kissed.

"Ok"

Suddenly, I felt like I had to poop again and sat down on the toilet
quickly, and let out a big, wet juicy fart. We both cracked up laughing. It
started small, but soon we were both doubled over laughing so hard - but
near silently. I finally wiped the tears from my eyes and wiped my butt
again. No blood this time, just slimy poopy goo. I wiped my pussy too, and
got more goo.

"I'm leaking your sperms from both my holes." I complained - which set off
another round of giggles from both of us.

I pulled my shirt off over my head, it didn't look stained.

"My boxers are so gross."

"We better both take a shower." I said, looking at the mess in his
crotch. "You want to go first?"

"Mom and dad will hear it -- our bathroom is right over theirs."

"Oh ... yea."

"Let me just wash you a little better." He gestured to the sink "Then I'll
get cleaned up."

"Yea, Ok."

He had me stand on a towel by the sink, and got a clean washcloth while he
filled the sink with warm soapy water.  Then he washed me all over.  He
made sure my pussy and butt were clean, but he wasn't weird or awkward
about it.  It was like when mom or dad used to wash me.  He was so kind and
gentle with me -- it was hard to imagine he was the same guy that was so
rough with me earlier.

"Ok, you're all cleaned up now."  He was kneeling in front of me with his
hands on my hips.  He leaned down and kissed my belly button.

"Thanks Carl.  And I really did like what we did."

"Ok, good.  Sorry I got so rough."

"Yea"

"You better get some sleep."

"Yea ... do you need any help?"

"No, I got it." He said, standing up.  There was still poop on his dick and
it smelled. "I'll get everything cleaned up."

"What about your shorts?"

"I dunno.  I might have to throw them out.  They're pretty gross.  But you
get to bed, I'll take care of it."

"Ok ... thanks." I stood on my tiptoes and he caught on and bent down so I
could give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Love you bug -- g'nite."

"G'nite."

I went back to my room, closing the door behind me as I heard the water run
in the sink again.  I realized I'd forgotten my shirt in the bathroom.  And
I guess my panties were in Carl's bed somewhere.  But I was to tired so I
just crawled into bed naked.  The sheets were cold.  I fell asleep right
away.