This is a work of erotic fantasy, so there’s quite a lot of sex. However, there isn’t sex happening in every chapter. There are many passages that include setup, character development, and all that boring stuff which makes the sex that much more meaningful when it finally happens. I know not everyone cares about backstory or getting to know the characters, so each chapter which does have sex in it also has a heart following its title:

The sex is not intended to be pornographic or paraphilic. It’s just the kind of stuff that happens between people, though sometimes in somewhat unusual situations. This includes threesomes and groups, intimacy taking place among people under the age of eighteen (with no one over eighteen present), same-sex partners, and scenes involving brother-sister incest. If you live in the kind of world where you believe those sorts of things never happen, or should never happen, you’re both (1) welcome to stop reading now; and (2) not even remotely in touch with reality in any way at all.

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Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Book 1: 2019 • Part V: March: Entering the Magic

5. Always

About half an hour after Bryant left, Kaeleigh’s phone made its Luke-tone (a wet fart). She read the screen.

u up

“Oh God,” she giggled, left a couple bucks by her plate and cup, and went back upstairs. Now he’s booty-calling me. Well, two can play that game, dearest brother mine. Just wait until the mood hits me sometime when we’re home again and you’re taking too long in the shower. On the whole, it was probably going to have a much better outcome than turning on all the hot water taps.

She found him on the balcony, naked, sitting on the sofa and looking at the stars. The moon had climbed since she’d seen it last, approaching zenith and casting the landscape in dusty silver. “Hi,” she said, settling up to him, rolling her head catlike against his biceps when his arm slipped around her shoulders. He still smelled of sex: Sweat, musk, him and her. It was beautiful.

“Hi,” he smiled, and kissed her. “Have fun?”

“Mmm-hmm. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yeah. I really needed it, Kay. You don’t even weigh a buck-oh-five, but you’re a whole lotta girl.”

“Well, I’m not the one going around being all hot and sexy and shit.”

“I beg to differ.”

“You don’t gotta beg, bro. But a booty-call?”

He chuckled and shrugged. “Thought you might get a laugh. I figured from the way Goofy and Minnie were, things were on your mind.”

“You know me so well. Do you want anything, like some pussy, or a BJ, or some pussy?”

“Always, but not right this minute,” he said, settling her closer. “How about you? My tongue’s finally got some feeling back in it.”

“I’m okay for now. I was just wondering if that booty-call meant you wanted some kind of wake-up something.”

“This is good,” he said.

“Sometimes a boy just wants to snuggle?”

“Unbelievable as it may be. I just like … I like being near you. Even if we’re not having sex. You know?”

“Yeah,” she said, feeling the sturdy thump of his heart under her hand. “Yeah, I do. And there was a time not too long ago when we’d fight over sofa space.”

“Last week, wasn’t it?”

“Well, we’ve grown up since then.” She slipped her hand down and took hold of him. It was one of her habits, holding a boy’s penis while she cuddled with him. The boys didn’t mind, and she liked to play. It was forever fascinating to her to feel something that was so pliant and soft, warm and heavy, fragile and delicate … and know that it could just as readily be a column of titanium need, rigid and demanding and irresistible in its hypnotic power. She could understand why boys were so often fixated on their cocks. If she had one, she’d play with it all the time, too. But having someone else’s to play with was the next best thing. “Remember that kid from the pool?”

It took him a minute to register who she meant. They’d been down to swim again since Sunday (Kay’s bikini had not, alas, shrunk or dissolved), and had gleefully compared notes on who might be fun to go for a roll with. Her tastes had run toward dark-haired boys and his had leaned more toward redheaded girls, but neither of them noted any significance. “The wannabe cowboy?”


“What about him?”

“He talked to me again in the arcade.”

“Do I need to beat him up, or did you already take him down?”

“No, he … he wasn’t hassling me or anything. Actually, I think he’s kinda sweet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm. We talked a while. He had a girlfriend, and from what he was saying he used to go down on her all the time.”

“Hey, right on.”

“That’s what I said. But she never did it back to him.”

“What? The hell not?”

“He’s uncut.”


“Yeah, I know. But some girls … it kinda wigs them out, you know?”

“Not you.”

“No. You know me. I love cock.” To prove it she leaned over and kissed the nearest example, then settled up to him again.

“So was he a good fuck?”

“He wasn’t bad,” she said. “We both cummed.”

“Awesome,” he said. “I bet you made his night.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t really … plan on it happening that way. We went on that botanical walk thing, and we were talking, and … he just seemed … I dunno, frustrated maybe, and it was like he thought there was something wrong with him, with his dick, just because some stupid idiot girl couldn’t get past a couple inches of skin.”

“So you showed him the error of his ways?”

“And of hers, yeah.”

“Nice.” He thought for a moment. “Wait, you were outside?”

“Haunted Mansion, bro. All it takes is a couple of minutes.”

“Oh yeah.”

“It went on a little longer than that. I blew him, and then he said he wanted to eat me out, and…” She looked up at him. “I’m not really sure why I did it. I don’t think it was just because I felt sorry for him. I mean, I did, and he’s kinda cute, and if he was in ATW I would’ve been all over him at the orgy, like any other boy. I just … felt like doing him, and … I mean, we weren’t even really talking about sex, there wasn’t any flirting or whatever, and he wasn’t making a move or dropping hints or anything.”

“So it was a blow out of the blue?”

She giggled. “Yeah. He never did any of it before, except eating pussy. He never even had a BJ before. It kinda surprised him.”

“I imagine it did, yeah.”

“Do you think I … I mean, was it all right, just … grabbing him like that? Did I do the right thing?”

“Did he scream? Did you have to tie him up to anything? Did he say oh God someone rescue me, a hot girl’s fucking me?”

She giggled again. “No. It’s just … you know, it was his first time, and we were just out there on the … well, not on the path, we went into the trees a little, but … I mean we didn’t go out first, or even make out or anything.”

“It’s … no, he’s fine, Kay.” Luke drew her closer. “I know for a girl, the first time can be kind of a big deal. For a guy, it’s more like … God, when the fuck is it ever gonna happen? And most of the time we don’t care as much how it actually does happen, whenever it does, or even who it’s with. As long as it’s finally happening.”

“So … I didn’t, like, ruin any plans for him or anything?”

“To do what? Stay innocent and pure? Wait until he found The One? Save it for marriage? How old is he, do you know?”

“Thirteen, same as me.”

“Yeah. Okay. The last thing on his mind was preserving his chastity. I promise you. Guys that age jerk off nonstop, Kay, and every time they do it, the one thing they want most in the world is for someone else to be there, doing it for them instead, or doing something to them.”

“Okay. It just … he didn’t seem sure, at first, but then he said I could do it. He didn’t even want to come in my mouth, but I talked him into it.”

“What’d he say? Don’t make me come?”

“No, he just … he was worried I might not like the taste or something. I said it was okay, he could do it, so…” She shrugged.

“He did.”

“After another couple seconds, yeah. Then he asked if he could eat me, and by the time he was done…”

“I remember recharging that fast,” Luke said. “Lucky little shit.”

She giggled. “I just don’t want to think I made him do anything he didn’t want to do.”

“You didn’t. He was just surprised, because believe me, beautiful sexy girls don’t usually just up and offer that kind of thing, and when they do, guys don’t usually believe they mean it. For you or me, it’s not such a big deal, because we’re used to doing all kinds of stuff with all kinds of people, but for most kids that age, what happened to him was a lot more like the ultimate jerkoff fantasy, coming true right before his eyes.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Seriously. From your point of view you saw this kid, felt a little bad for him, and thought yeah, why not. Right?”

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s pretty much exactly what happened.”

“Well, from his point of view, it was a totally different story. What happened to him was this girl he thought was hot, and who he thought didn’t like him much at first, took him out into an enchanted magical forest, turned into a sex-goddess fairy queen under the moonlight, and gave him the best half hour of his life. Angels sang. Birds tweeted and shat solid-gold turds. Mushrooms became little Asian guys that danced the boogaloo. The heavens opened and God himself looked down and said lo, thou hast at last gotten thy wick dipped, and I am most mightily pleaséd for thee.”

“From a fuck?” she giggled.

“His first fuck, from a hot girl, who’s really good at it. And he didn’t have to beg; he didn’t even have to ask. It was a gift from nowhere, literally a miracle. But even if you were fugly and didn’t know what the fuck to do, it would still have been pretty damn good, from his point of view. And what you did for him … he’s gonna remember it for the rest of his life. He’ll be like ninety years old and sitting in an old folks’ home someplace and telling his friends what happened that one time he went to Disney when he was a kid, and it’ll still give him a hardon, and for a while he’ll be thirteen all over again, and there’ll always be this beautiful magical girl who did him a favor, who turned a bad day around and made it into one of the best days he’ll ever have in his life.”

She was quiet for a while. “Wow.”

“Yeah. There’s only one thing that’s gonna suck for him.”


“When he gets back to school and has to write one of those What I Did on Spring Break essays, he’ll have to leave out the best part.”

She laughed and snuggled closer to him. “So … what you’re saying is … the first time really does matter for a boy, too.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess it does. I guess we’re just maybe a little less choosy about who it’s with. But … everyone’s first time should be with a girl like you. Beautiful and blazing hot, and I know you did it good for him, because you always do, and I know it was the best thing that ever happened to him, because it always is for me.”

She felt so warm now, so warm and good, and burrowing in against him was even better, because his arm was strong when he snuggled her, but it was gentle. “Me too.”

He stroked her hair. “You were saying … being with me is like your first time all over again. Well, it’s like that for me too, only better. Because … because I know better now what to do and how to do it, I know how to make it last and make it good, and I get to do all of it with you.” His lips pressed the top of her head. “You’re my sex-goddess fairy queen, and there’ll always be a part of me that’s sixteen and here on this balcony, remembering how you touched me, how you looked at me, how bad you wanted me and how bad I needed you. And how good it was, how good it was to be with you, to touch you and kiss you and taste you and just … be inside you, be close, be one. I’ll never forget any of that. It’ll always be there. Always.”

Kaeleigh and Luke were both products of cynical times. Words like always and forever didn’t resonate. They seemed unlikely; they seemed like denial of reality; they seemed, at their worst, like lies. But when he said that to her, when the word always passed from his lips in a quiet whisper, she believed it.

“Always, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said.

She looked up at him. “I want you.”

“I’m yours.”

She kissed him, and he made her naked there on the balcony, and then they went inside, hand in hand, and lay together, Goofy and Minnie. It was slow and sweet and good. Luke relished her flavor, the high salt tang at first that gave, slowly, to sweet buttery savor, her thighs rocking around his head as her head rocked gently between his. Kaeleigh tasted and tasted his cock, knowing what to do, how to do it, how to arrive at her goal with grace and power. He got her there first, but he always did; and it was okay, because she could go there again and again, and she did. And then came that surge, that pulsing of bliss, the flavor that was nothing like Travis, nothing like Bryant, nothing like Casper or Tucker or any other boy she’d ever had — no two boys tasted alike, and no two girls did either — but the flavor of him was right for her, it was everything it needed to be, a touch of salt, a touch of metal, a touch of cream, a taste of always.

Always was what it was with him. It was a gorgeous mix of intense sometimes, calm others, delicate, powerful, passionate, adoring; it was everything she needed and he knew it, knew her needs and fulfilled them, fulfilling his own at the same time. It wasn’t giving, it wasn’t taking, it wasn’t even sharing or a partnership; it was a union.

When it was done she cuddled herself against him, wrapped in the quiet and abiding strength of his embrace, and knew she was safe now, knew she’d found her way at last, knew she’d never be in danger of losing him again.

* * *

The drive back to Cliveston was quiet. Mom was tired because she’d spent most of a week being yanked around on rides (well, a day, anyhow), another day on pseudo-safari, and Wednesday trawling the World Showcase. Luke and Kaeleigh had spent Thursday, as planned, revisiting their favorite rides, which left her to her own happy devices for the day, and she’d spent it back in EPCOT’s World Showcase. She loved it even more than her kids did, especially Japan, with its saké bar and more than a hundred varieties to sample; and England, with its yards of beer; and Germany, where every day was Oktoberfest. She wasn’t a lush, but she had experience, and knew how to get to and maintain a certain level of happiness that was a nice balance of carefree with just enough judgment left to not end up falling-down-and-puking shithammered. (Better still, this time around her kids were old enough to look after themselves; and by some minor miracle, they’d managed to do just that without coming away with even one bruise.) Nevertheless, it was a good thing the hotel offered a shuttle service to and from the park, because otherwise Luke would’ve had to pour her into the passenger’s seat each evening.

Luke and Kaeleigh were tired too. They’d had long days, and even longer nights. Whatever they’d begun between them had persisted. It went on for the full week they were there; they fell asleep in the same bed each night, cuddled into each other’s arms, Luke’s penis still in her vagina, softening slowly as they slipped off together. Every morning they loved each other awake.

They knew now that, even after they got back home, it wasn’t going to stop happening.

“You two seem to be getting along a lot better lately,” Mom said as she drove.

“Uh,” Luke said, noticing the flush rising in his sister’s cheeks, feeling it in his own. They were sitting in the back at opposite ends of the seat, but had carefully arranged themselves so their bare knees were in gentle and constant contact, the faint tingle of their skin brushing and rubbing together sufficient to make them both feel slightly electrically charged everywhere. It was another change from the last time they’d been to Orlando, when all the way down and back there’d been an incessant litany of stop touching me. Now the message, silent and known only to them, was never stop touching me. “Yeah, well, we, when we first got to the hotel we decided to call a truce, so we’d just be able to relax and have fun.”

“Oh, is that what it was? Well, it seems to have worked. Dare a mother hope it continues after we arrive home?”

“That’s kinda what we’re hoping for too,” Kaeleigh said, knowing it was bound to continue. She’d decided that half the reason Luke was such a constant target of her anger was she wanted to fuck him, but refused to admit it to herself, and never thought she could. Now she knew otherwise, and she didn’t have any reason to be mad at him any more for the crime of being male and sexy and living in the same house. She had the feeling he’d discovered something similar himself.

Beside that, it was hard to be angry at him when she could still feel his cum inside her, like now. All she felt was … warm, good and happy and satisfied, still very much aware of her body and the moment and her place in it all, with Luke beside her.

Maybe Mom was right, and she’d been drugged. Maybe semen was a kind of drug. Maybe it addicted you to its source, made you crave regular injections, made you want the boy again and again. But that didn’t explain Luke’s behavior, since he was the one giving it to her, but he was acting just as drugged as she felt.

And he’d whispered something to her this morning as they lay together, close as a boy and girl could be, resting in the afterglow and being nothing but their bodies, aware only of that moment. The words had been brief, just three of them, and they’d enlivened her body, warmed her heart, lit her soul. She’d never heard them before from any boy or girl, and definitely never from him; and even as the wonder of their meaning was planted like a seed inside her, she’d whispered them back, knowing it was true, it was the most true thing she had ever said to him, knowing every terrible thing she’d ever said or done to him was erased forever, swept clean by their gentle and good purifying power.

There may have been tears. Possibly from them both.

That seed was still blossoming, still flowering, its petals subtle and mysterious and everywhere. She had a sweet intuition that it would always blossom, that the petals, glowing with their own secret warmth, were infinite.

“I’m glad you’re both … I hope I’m not jinxing it, but I’m glad you’re getting past that let’s-kill-each-other phase,” Mom said. “I think it’s been building up a while now. The last few months you’ve been almost polite to each other, most of the time. You’ve been cleaning your rooms. You’ve been helping each other with chores. You still poke at each other, but it’s actually been pretty funny to watch lately, like a comedy routine instead of a prelude to Armageddon. You haven’t drawn any blood in a while, metaphorical or otherwise.”

“Yeah,” Kaeleigh said. “Yeah, it’s … we’ve been talking more. And just … working things out, I guess.”

“Mm-hmm. And for this trip we sorta decided to try something different. You know, just put everything behind us, and totally start over.”

“It shows. For a while I was thinking about getting your DNA tested.”

“What for?” said Luke.

“I wasn’t sure you were actually my kids. I thought maybe someone switched you out for less defective copies. But in the end, I didn’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“If it turned out I was right, I was afraid I’d have to send you back.”

“Ha ha, Mom,” Kaeleigh said.

“Yeah, I think you’re stuck with us.”

“Well … whatever you’re doing differently now, please keep doing it.”

Kaeleigh and Luke traded a look, and both answered at the same time. “We will.”