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[Disclaimer: This book features explicit descriptions of family members of various ages having sex with each other. If that isn't your cup of tea, please go read something else. It is entirely a work of fiction that is not based on any actual people or experiences and is a fantasy that has absolutely nothing to do with how people's family relationships exist in real life. For those of you who have difficulty separating fantasy from reality, please be aware that in real life, sexual relations between family members especially those involving children - are never, ever so open, so willingly undertaken, and engaged in with such a total absence of psychological damage as they are represented here. While incestuous relations between consenting adults are no one's business but the participants', children who have sex with family members, even ones who ostensibly permit it to happen, often quickly realize that they are being used and either learn that they are only worth something as sex objects, or they learn that they are worth nothing at all, and the psychological trauma can be lifelong. Bottom line: This is a fantasy. Don't try this at home!
Finally, the book also features incestuous pregnancy. I write about it because it's fun. But in real life, this is an even worse idea than sex with family members. So don't do it!
With those caveats, I hope you enjoy reading the book as much as I did writing it. - Dwayne]
"So are you going to the dance tonight?" Stephanie asked Melissa as they turned the corner away from Kelley Junior High School on the walk home. Stephanie looked at Melissa entreatingly. "C'mon! It's our first real dance!"
Melissa laughed at her friend's earnest expression. Stephanie and she had quickly become good friends since the middle of the summer before they first started junior high school a month ago. They both tended to keep on the fringes of the "popular" groups, and they discovered they had many other things in common, too. They both had single parents and one older brother, and they liked a lot of the same music and TV shows. It didn't hurt that they lived only one and a half blocks apart either. Despite the difference in their appearances Melissa was tall, red-haired with pale skin, and a bit plump where Stephanie was shorter and slender with an olive complexion and long, raven-black hair the two had gravitated together almost at once. They had pretty much been doing everything together since before the beginning of the school year.
"So will you?" Stephanie persisted.
Melissa looked up at the clear blue sky of an early October afternoon before answering. "I really don't know, Steph," she sighed at last. "Mom and I don't agree about too many things lately I'll have to see what kind of a mood she's in before I ask her."
Stephanie rolled her eyes in sympathy. "That's one good thing about having a dad instead of a mom. Dads don't really pay that much attention to what you do as long as nothing gets broken, you get home on time, and nobody's calling them about your behavior!"
"Well, Mom's okay, most of the time," Melissa protested half-heartedly. "I'll ask, I promise. Right now I'm more worried about how I'm going to get in the house. Mom's not going to be home until after six, and you know she doesn't trust me with a key yet. I just hope she hasn't found out about the unlocked basement window yet, `cause otherwise I might have to be sitting out on the stoop `til dark. Of course, if Keith doesn't hang around too long after cross-country practice, I'll only have two or three hours to wait!"
"Well, just come on over to my place. We've got plenty of time!"
Melissa shook her head. "Thanks, Steph. That's really nice, but I want to try to get some homework done and take a shower, especially if I do actually get to go out tonight. So if I can get in the sneaky way, I'd better do that. Besides, Mom'd be really upset if she hears about what happened on the news and can't reach me at home. That was really something today, huh?"
"I'll say!" Stephanie chirped brightly. "I've never been in a bomb scare before! Back in Middletown, I don't think we ever had something like that. Heck! We never even had a murder in the town! I still can't believe how everyone was just acting like it was no big deal! I don't think I'll ever get used to this big city life."
They laughed at the running joke. Hadley, where they lived, was far from being a big city, but it was a whole lot bigger than the small town of Middletown, nestled far back in the hills upstate, where Stephanie had grown up. Stephanie was always playing the innocent "hick" and marveling at all the things that were different now that she was living in suburbia. She always cracked Melissa up with that routine it was one of the things that had first attracted her to Stephanie and Melissa had needed all the laughs she could find since her father had left three years before.
"Well, don't think it's such an everyday thing. At least, we never had anything like it in elementary school, where they had to evacuate the building and everything. Thank God they didn't make us hang around the school the whole time and just let us go home!" Melissa said with genuine gratitude. "In elementary school, any time some jerk would pull a fire alarm, we'd always have to go stand out front in the parking lot for hours, no matter what the weather was like."
"Well, we didn't even have fire alarms," drawled Stephanie in an exaggerated imitation of a `country' accent, causing Melissa to smile in anticipation of another of Stephanie's tall tales. "When we smelt smoke, we jes' grabbed aholt of the nearest pig since there's allus a pig or two wanderin' through and jes' give a good yank on his lil' curly tail! Soon's he start to squealin', ever'one'd..." Her tale broke off as they heard the roar of skateboard wheels approaching rapidly up the sidewalk behind them.
"Hiya, girls!" a boy's loud voice interrupted from right between and slightly behind their heads. They felt a pair of hands, one on each girl's outer shoulder, as the boy continued, "Wasn't that just so cool? Man! Out of school early and everything!"
The girls both turned to look at the speaker, a boy with a thick shock of black hair, piercing dark eyes, and an insouciant grin.
"Hi, Brad," Melissa said dryly, suppressing a giggle. Brad was Stephanie's brother, a year older and in eighth grade. Stephanie considered him an insufferable jerk, an opinion Melissa could understand, but she thought he was no worse than any other boy that age. Besides, he was a little cute. Well, actually, she thought he was a lot cute, though she hadn't gotten around to admitting that to her friend yet.
"What? No greeting for your loving brother?" Brad asked Stephanie teasingly.
"Hello, Bradford," Stephanie replied with mock formality.
"Hoo! I think I'd better be outta' here before I get frozen to the sidewalk!" Brad said sardonically. "Kawabunga!" And with that, he stepped back on his skateboard and sped off, but not before reaching quickly down to the middle of each girl's back and giving their bra straps a simultaneous and resounding snap.
"You immature little jerk!" hollered Stephanie, livid with rage. "I hope you slip on that thing, smash your face on the curb, and have to walk around toothless the rest of your life!"
"Ha, ha, ha," Brad's mocking laugh quickly faded as he disappeared down the street.
"Ooooh! He just gets me so pissed off!" Stephanie continued to fume. "I really am sorry that being my friend means you have to be exposed to such an...an..."
"Asshole?" suggested Melissa, amused at her friend's discomfiture.
"Exactly!" agreed Stephanie vehemently. She looked at Melissa and noticed the smile spilling over her face despite her best efforts to stay serious. "How can you laugh at him? He's he's Well, he's just plain rude, that's what he is!"
"Well, if that's the worst thing that happens to me today, I think I can live with it," Melissa shrugged, still smiling.
"I guess you're right," conceded Stephanie. She began to giggle, despite herself. "At least you've got something for him to snap! I'm just wearing this `training bra' for show."
Melissa snorted. This was another of their ongoing conversations, with Stephanie bewailing her lack of any breasts and marveling at Melissa's rapidly growing pair. In truth, Melissa's breasts had been growing amazingly fast since the middle of the summer. Even though both girls had just turned twelve in the spring, the difference between them was getting more and more pronounced. While Stephanie still had the lithe, straight body of a pre-teen, Melissa was already being frequently mistaken for a girl several years older. Her breasts already into a C-cup bra, she was proud to say were only the most prominent aspect of her sudden blossoming. Her hips had begun to fill out as well, and her ginger pubic hair, with had been thin and downy when it had first begun to grow in last year was now turning thicker and curly, just like her mother's. In fact, her mother had warned her that she was showing all the signs of imminently starting her first menstrual period, a prospect that left Melissa both excited and apprehensive.
"Well," countered Melissa, continuing their well-worn argument, "That's just what I get for being fat. I may get big ones now, but by the time we're fifty, mine'll be sagging to my waist and yours'll still be nice and perky!"
"Great!" muttered Stephanie, "But who's going to care what they look like when we're fifty. You're the one who gets all the attention from the boys now!"
"Oh, right!" said Melissa, shaking her head. "I'm just surrounded by boys. Why, look around." and she gestured dramatically at the empty street. "There must be twenty or more of them, all lined up to ask me to the dance!"
"Okay, okay," Stephanie relented. "So maybe neither of us are `all that'. Now, if you'd let me borrow your boobs sometime, then we'd see!"
They giggled at the thought, before Stephanie said with an impish gleam in her eye, "You know, I think Brad kind of likes you."
Melissa felt her face grow warm immediately, but she tried to say nonchalantly, "Why? What makes you say that?"
"Hah!" shouted Stephanie in triumph. "I knew you liked him!"
"What?" spluttered Melissa in confusion and embarrassment. "I thought we were talking about Brad liking me!"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure he does," Stephanie reassured her. "At least I've never seen him try to get, you know, like he just did with anyone else. But I really wanted just to see your reaction if I mentioned it. And, girl, you should see your face! Red??? I should say!!"
Melissa giggled in spite of herself. "Okay. You got me," she admitted. "I do think he's really cute. But why do you think he likes me? I mean, he's shorter than I am. And besides," she continued as another thought crossed her mind, "he snapped your bra, too. Does that mean he likes you, too?"
"Well, first," Stephanie replied mischievously, "I don't know whether he's even noticed how tall you are. I've never seen his eyes get higher than your chest when he looks at you." Melissa felt herself blushing again even more fiercely than before, but she was even more disconcerted to notice that the thought of Brad looking at her breasts left her feeling a bit weak in the knees. She began to wish she were home alone with her fingers between her legs.
"And as for snapping my bra too," continued Stephanie, "I guess he just felt that if he did it to me, too, it wouldn't be so obvious that he was interested in you. Or maybe," and Stephanie's voice took on a wicked chortle, "Maybe he really does want me, too. That wouldn't surprise me, the little pervert."
"Steph!" Melissa choked. "He's your brother! What are you saying?"
"What?" Stephanie asked with a droll expression. "You don't think brothers ever get the hots for their sisters? The way I hear it, it happens all the time. Brad's always trying to get a peek at me when I'm dressing or in the bathroom or something." Her voice dropped conspiratorially, "Sometimes I even let him!"
"Geez! You let him look at you naked?" Melissa was genuinely shocked.
"No, no, nothing like that. At least, not yet," Stephanie added almost to herself. "No, I just let him get a quick look. Teasing, like. Like, maybe I'll be undressing in my room, and I won't quite get the door all the way shut. Pretty soon I'll hear his steps on the landing outside, and I'll know he's got his eye at the crack. So then I'll, like, flash him a quick peek at something, before I pull on my nightgown or whatever. Then I nonchalantly act like I've just noticed the door and walk over and close it. It's so funny to hear him trying to hustle away, like he thinks he's doing something really sneaky." She giggled at the thought.
"Wow, Steph!" Melissa marveled, "You are really something! I had no idea you were, like, so..."
"So what?" Stephanie replied with a challenging tilt of her chin. "Are you going to tell me you've never, never, ever caught Keith looking at you like he was wondering what was under your clothes? Especially now that you've grown so?"
"Well, if he has, I've never noticed it," Melissa replied, though she was a lot less sure than she tried to sound, now that she thought about it. "Maybe. Maybe a little bit," she conceded. "He has been hanging around at the oddest times now. I'd never really thought about it, but he's just there more when I'm around than he used to be."
"Uh-huh! What did I tell you?" her friend replied triumphantly. "Just a coincidence, huh? And do you suppose, now that you are thinking about it that he just `accidentally' hangs around more when you've got more on, you know, display? Like when you're in a thin nightgown, or one of those T-shirts you're always wearing around the house that you've grown out of and your butt practically shows in the back?"
"My butt doesn't show in my T-shirts!" Melissa protested, and then asked in a weaker voice, "Does it?"
"Damn near! Especially when you raise your arms. And if I've noticed it, you can bet Mr. High School Stud-who-has-all-the-girls-drooling has noticed it, too! So, answer me! And be honest! Is he or is he not hanging around more when there's a chance he'll get a peek at your bod?"
"Well, maybe you're right. I don't know I really haven't paid much attention, though I sure as heck will now. But I guess it does seem like, whenever I get out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me, he's always there outside the door. I just figured he needed to use the bathroom."
"Man, I thought you were the smart, sophisticated city girl!" Stephanie said with a teasing grin.
"Hey, I thought country girls were the ones who were supposed to have sex with their relatives!" Melissa countered slyly. "It never occurred to me that my own brother'd be checking me out. And what do you mean about him having all the girls drooling?"
"Oh, c'mon!" Stephanie groaned in disbelief. "Even you can't be that naοve!"
"I guess I can," Melissa shrugged. "Heck, Keith's so shy around girls, he can't even talk to them! And I've never heard any girls talking about him."
"Well, maybe they don't talk about him around you, `cause you're his sister," Stephanie answered, "But I've sure heard plenty! Even the other girls in the seventh grade talk about him! They all think he's just the most gorgeous guy in the whole town. And most people don't know he's shy the girls just think he's too far above them to even notice them, let alone talk to them. I know it's just because he's shy, but that's `cause I'm your friend, so I know him better than they do. And I just think it makes him even cuter!"
"Oh, God, Steph! Not you, too!" moaned Melissa. "You think he's fine?"
"Heck, yes!" Stephanie affirmed. "I get all weird-feeling inside whenever I'm over and he comes in the room. Haven't you noticed how quiet I get whenever he's around?"
"Yeah, I guess I have noticed it," Melissa nodded, "But I just thought it was `cause you didn't want him to hear our `girl-talk'."
"Well, I'm glad for that," breathed Stephanie, "'Cause that means maybe he doesn't notice how shaky my knees are! I don't ever dare talk, `cause I know it'd just come out all squeaky!"
"My God, Stephanie! Can you believe this?" Melissa laughed. "Here we are, best friends, and we've both got the hots for each other's brother!"
"Sounds pretty convenient to me," giggled Stephanie mischievously. "This way, we can each hang around and look all we want at the guys we think are cute without arousing any suspicions!" She stopped, and then a wicked gleam grew in her eye. "So now that you know one of my deepest, darkest secrets, you've got to tell me what's he like in the altogether? Have you ever seen his...his...um, you know?"
"God, Steph!" exclaimed Melissa, vaguely uncomfortable with the turn this conversation was taking. "I don't know! I mean, I've seen him without clothes from the back side a couple of times, and when we were little, we used to have our baths together, but why do I get the feeling that's not what you mean? Are you telling me you've seen Brad's prick?" She used the word boldly, hoping to show her friend that she wasn't all that naοve.
"Oh, heck, yeah!" Stephanie nodded with a grin. "My Dad's too lots of times!"
Melissa could only gulp. Stephanie's grin widened at her friend's discomfiture. "C'mon, Mel, it's no big deal. When you're the only girl living with two guys, they're not always careful about stuff. They leave the bathroom door open when they piss all the time. And a couple of times I've come in from someplace outside, and it's been obvious that one or the other didn't know I was home. I mean I've caught Brad walking back to his room from the shower wearing nothing but a smile! The last time, he didn't even act embarrassed or anything. He just sauntered on, like he was daring me to take a good look. So I did!"
Melissa couldn't help herself. Despite her shock, she found herself getting very aroused by her friend's confession, so she asked, "And? What's he look like?"
"He looked like he was naked! What do you think?"
"That's not what I mean, and you know it. You said you took a good look. So, what's he got between his legs?"
Stephanie looked thoughtful a moment before answering, "Well, it's, um, he's not as big as my dad, of course. But he's got black hair all around it. It looked kind of like a little pink mushroom growing out of a patch of black grass."
Melissa giggle at the image, trying to imagine what a boy's prick actually looked like, since she'd never really seen one at least not that she could remember. She could feel heat spreading outward from her loins, and she was suddenly very conscious of a growing wetness between her legs, just like it did when she fingered herself. "And your dad?" she prompted, now inexplicably anxious to hear more.
Stephanie shot her friend a quick glance. "You do like talking about this! I'm glad I was afraid you were going to just be all uptight or freakin'."
Melissa just shrugged and grinned sheepishly, "Hey, you were the one who brought up the subject. But, yeah, I'm okay with it. I'm not freaking out, I promise. So, what about your dad?"
"God! He's huge!" Stephanie's eyes widened for emphasis. "It's like he's got this well, have you ever seen those kielbasa sausages they sell in the supermarket?" Melissa nodded weakly, because she did, indeed know what a kielbasa was, and she was having trouble believing that a man's penis could be that big.
Meanwhile, her friend continued, "It's like he's got one of those between his legs, only a little hairy, and with big, purple veins on it."
She hesitated a moment before going on. When she continued, it was in a much lower different tone of voice. "I got a really good look at it last month, actually. I'd been over at your house that Saturday we were spray-painting that birdhouse, remember? Well, Brad was out somewhere I don't remember where and it was pretty obvious that Dad didn't expect me home, `cause he was sound asleep on his bed, taking a nap, but the bedroom door was wide open, and he didn't have a thing on! He was just lying there, snoring. I went to shut his door for him, but then I noticed that his thing was really big and hard! I'd heard about that, but I'd never seen it before, so I was really curious like, who wouldn't be! Well, I tiptoed really quietly right up to the edge of his bed, terrified that he was going to wake up any minute! I stood there for, like, a couple of minutes. I thought my heart pounding would wake him up for sure! But it didn't, and since he just kept snoring, I thought maybe I'd just get a little closer."
Melissa shook her head at her friend's daring, but found her own breathing was deepening this story was really turning her on, she realized. "So?" she prompted. "How close did you get?"
Stephanie looked around carefully, and then leaned in close. "Look," she said earnestly, "I've never told this to anyone. You've got to promise me on your life that you won't tell another soul."
"I won't, Steph," assured her friend.
"I'm not kidding about this, Melissa," Stephanie insisted. "This isn't one of those things that you can just sort of let `slip out' sometime and then tell me afterwards how you didn't mean to. You understand? This is different!"
Melissa did understand. She'd been a bit careless with some of the things Stephanie had told her in confidence when they'd first met, and it had really hurt their friendship. It had been a while since they'd really shared anything like a genuine secret usually they kept things light and bantering between them. So Melissa was both touched that Stephanie felt like perhaps she could be trusted and felt a sharp pang of guilt about her behavior before, and really wanted the chance to set things right. Not to mention the fact that, with this kind of a build-up, she was simply dying to hear how this story came out.
So Melissa looked her friend straight in the eye and confessed, "Steph, I know I did you really bad a couple of times, and I really am sorry. You're my best friend in the whole world, and I would never do anything to screw that up again. So, yes, I promise on my life that all your secrets are safe with me, and I'll never tell another soul, ever! Okay?"
Stephanie's eyes were bright, and Melissa was glad to see in them that her apology was accepted. "Okay!" Stephanie nodded.
"So?" Melissa prodded, now nearly beside herself with pubescent curiosity, "You were going to tell me how close you got to it..."
Stephanie swallowed hard and then hissed, "I touched it!"
"No! Really?" Melissa gasped, her voice taking on a decidedly huskier timbre. This was even better than she'd suspected! "What did it feel like?"
"Kind of warm and rubbery, with the skin soft and silky-feeling, but hard underneath," Stephanie grinned, clearly enjoying the opportunity to amaze her friend.
"My God, Stephanie! Weren't you afraid you'd get caught? I mean, what if he woke up? And did you, like, just touch it, or did you grab it?"
Stephanie laughed out loud at Melissa's obvious fascination. "Of course I was afraid I was going to get caught! I told you, my heart was pounding so hard, I was sure that'd wake him up by itself. But I wasn't going to let the chance go. I mean, I'd never seen a man's thing up close before, and who knows when I might have another chance. Tell me you wouldn't have done the same," she challenged with raised eyebrows.
"Okay," laughed Melissa, "I guess I might have been a little curious, too. But I think I'd have chickened out. You got guts, girl!"
"Well, guts or stupidity," conceded Stephanie with a rueful shake of her head. "And no, I just touched it once. I didn't even think about it, I just did it. And I wouldn't have had the chance to grab it if I'd wanted to!"
"Why? What happened? Did he wake up then?" Melissa was breathless with excitement and pre-adolescent lust.
"He sure did!" Stephanie confessed. "Even though I tried to touch it really softly. He groaned something and started to move! I was so scared I about peed my panties right there! I ran into my room and shut my door and laid face down on the bed, not even daring to breathe. I'd completely forgotten to pull his door shut on the way out of his room, so I'd really screwed myself, too, by going into my room. You know there's no way you can get to my room without passing his door, right? So then I suddenly realized that even if he didn't wake all the way up, if he found me in my room, he'd know for certain that I'd seen him lying there like that. I mean, how could I not have?"
Melissa was fascinated by the story and hanging on her friend's words. "So what happened? What did you do?"
"There wasn't anything I could do," continued the black-haired girl. "I was just about to get up again and try to sneak past his room and get outside again, when I heard him at my door!" She paused for dramatic effect.
Melissa took the bait. "Shit, Steph, what did he do? Did you get in trouble?"
"No, not at all," Stephanie shook her head with a bemused tone. "That's the funny thing. He was at my door so quickly that I know he'd woken up the minute I touched him. But he just asked, `Stephanie, is that you?' I told him, `Yeah, I just got home.' And then he just asked if I was all right! I told him I was fine, and he just said `okay' and went back to his room. So now I don't know if he really saw me or not. Maybe he thought he'd dreamt the whole thing, or maybe he just didn't think about how I couldn't have gotten into my room without seeing him. It's just weird." She shook her head wonderingly.
"Maybe not," suggested Melissa. "My mom says it's amazing how stupid men can be sometimes, especially about women. Of course," she added with a tight smile, "She was talking about my dad and his stupidity running off with that bimbo! But maybe your dad just really didn't notice anything."
Stephanie nodded her head slowly. "That's what I thought at first, too, `cause I was sure I'd get in trouble somehow. But he's been different around me since then, so now I'm thinking he does know, but just isn't saying anything."
"Different? Like how?"
"It's hard to describe. It's like he keeps looking at me, and smiling, but not saying anything. It's like he's expecting me to say something, or maybe ask him something. I don't know. What am I supposed to say? `Hey, Dad, I happened to sneak into your room while you were asleep and naked and I touched your hard penis.' Can you imagine? I mean, get real!"
Melissa guffawed at her friend's suggestion, then sobered as another thought occurred to her. "Maybe he just doesn't know what to say, you know? Maybe he used to think you were this innocent little girl, only now he's wondering if you're really something he's going to have to lock you up at night. I mean, put yourself in his shoes. What would you say?"
"I'd say, `What the hell do you think you were doing, you little slut?'" Stephanie said gruffly in an attempt to imitate a male voice, then spoiled the effect by bursting out laughing.
"Yeah, except he was the one who was lying there with his dick in the air," pointed out Melissa, laughing as well. "He's probably terrified that you got all freaked out or something. Maybe he doesn't really remember that you touched it, and only thinks you saw it. Or maybe," she continued with a taunting lilt to her voice, "He's hot for you, too, just like Brad! How about that? You've got two relatives trying to get a peek at your little nude body! How will you ever sleep? It won't be safe for you to close your eyes for a minute!"
Stephanie's face grew serious. "God! I never even thought of that! You really think so? That'd be really weird, wouldn't it? I mean, don't you think it'd be weird for your own dad to be, like, wanting you?"
"Well, it'd be really weird if it were my dad, the bastard, but that ain't gonna' happen, `cause I don't ever want to see that asshole again!" muttered Melissa. "But why do you think it would be so weird? After all, you were plenty interested in him, wouldn't you say? And you already told me you had fun teasing Brad, so it doesn't sound like you think that idea's too weird, either."
"God! When you put it that way, you really do make me sound like a slut!" Stephanie commented darkly. "Do you think I'm a slut?"
Stephanie's face was so full of worry that Melissa's heart went out to her. "No, Steph, I don't think you're a slut. I think you're just a girl who's discovered that she's interested in guys and their bodies, and you've just been checking out the two closest at hand. You're just a lot braver than I would have been." She smiled to herself at the obvious relief that immediately washed over her friend's face.
"And besides," Melissa continued, "If you're a slut, I guess I'm one too, `cause I've got to tell you, hearing that story really turned me on!"
"Really?" It was Stephanie's turn to look interested. "What do you mean? Turned you on how?"
"How else?" chuckled Melissa. "It made me turned on, got me hot! It made me want to go home and finger myself!"
"You do that, too?" Stephanie sounded like she could hardly breathe. "You mean you touch yourself between your legs and everything, too?"
"Yeah, of course! What did you think I meant?"
"I I didn't know," stammered Stephanie. "I didn't know anyone else did that. I mean, I've never heard any of the other girls talk about it ever! So I thought I was the only one, and I didn't want to say anything, `cause I was afraid everyone'd think I was some sort of a sex freak or something!"
Now Melissa couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her friend's face quickly clouded, so Melissa hastened to add, "God, no, you're not the only one! I don't know if any of our friends do it either, `cause I've never heard anyone else talk about it, either, but I've read about it. It's called `masturbation', and it's in books and everything, so it can't be something no one's ever heard of."
Stephanie's face was glowing. "Oh, man! I can't even tell you how glad I am to hear you say that! I really did think I was some sort of pervert!" Her eyes gleamed. "So, when you do it, do you ever do it so much that you sort of feel like you I don't know explode?"
"Well, yeah!" Melissa snorted. "That's kind of the whole point! That's called an `orgasm'. When guys do it, they squirt stuff out the end of their dicks! I read that, too."
"Wow!" Stephanie was genuinely impressed. "I'd like to see that!" she added, somewhat wistfully.
"Yeah, I kinda thought the same thing when I read it," admitted Melissa with a mischievous grin. "I think it's called `coming', too. And the stuff guys squirt is really called `semen', but it's also called `come', too. So, like, when they come, they squirt come, only when we come, we don't. It was kind of confusing, but I still keep imagining seeing come squirting out of guy's pricks. Especially while I finger myself!"
"So when you mastur- mastur..." Stephanie stumbled over the unfamiliar word.
"Masturbate?" prompted Melissa.
"Yeah. Masturbate. When you masturbate, you get an orgasm? You `come?"
"Oh, yeah!" Melissa said with a dry smile. "Big time! Sometimes I keep fingering myself and have a whole bunch in a row."
"Wow! Really?" Stephanie's eyes grew wide. "I can never stand to touch myself right away after I, you know...I mean, it tickles!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Melissa agreed, laughing. "I don't know I just kind of discovered that if I didn't try to touch it directly you know what I mean? If I just sort of pressed gently around the tickly spot, I could keep it going."
"Jeez!" sighed Stephanie, "I can't wait to try that!" She looked at her friend with eyes grown suddenly shy and uncertain. "Do you think you I mean, could we...?" She broke off and looked at Melissa appealingly.
"Could we what?" asked Melissa, not quite sure where her friend was heading.
"Could we...I mean, please don't think I'm weird or something! God, I keep feeling like there must be something wrong with me!" Stephanie sounded genuinely distressed.
"Don't say that!" pleaded Melissa. "There's nothing wrong with you. Or us. I swear! And whatever it is you want, it's okay! Really!"
"I I just wondered," stammered Stephanie, "If maybe you could, you know, show me sometime. I mean, I just thought it'd be kind of fun if we did it together. Would that be okay? I understand if you think I'm too slutty and all."
"Sure, Steph," reassured Melissa gently, "That'd be okay. That'd be more than okay. And like I said, I don't think there's anything wrong with you, or that you're a slut. Unless I'm an even bigger one!"
"Really?" burst out her friend, delighted. "You really mean it?"
Melissa nodded vigorously, laughing at Stephanie's enthusiasm.
"How `bout tonight?" Stephanie plowed on with that encouragement. "You could ask your mom if you could sleep over after the dance..."
Melissa's smile faded. "Steph, I don't even know if my mom's going to let me go to the dance," she warned. "But I told you - I'll ask, I promise!"
By now, they'd reached the corner where they had to split up to go to their separate homes. But before they turned away from each other, Stephanie said seriously, "I'm really glad I told you about all that, you know, about my dad and all. I thought I was going to burst if I couldn't tell you about it. I'm really glad you're my friend."
Melissa reached over and hugged Stephanie tightly. "I'm glad you're my friend, too. And I'll bet you're glad to find out you're not a freak of nature just because you figured out how to make yourself come!"
Stephanie nodded with heartfelt agreement. "You're darn right about that! I've been doing it, like, every chance I get, but all the time wondering if I was doing something that was going to make me lose my mind or something!"
"Well," promised Melissa, "As soon as we can get together, I'll show you how to make yourself come a bunch of times in a row. And then, I guarantee, you will lose your mind!"
"God! I can't wait!" Stephanie's voice was strangely husky. "You've got to convince your mom to let you come over tonight. You know," she went on seriously, "You could try actually being nice to her for once. You know it's not her fault that your dad left."
"Yeah, I know it's not her fault," conceded Melissa. "Do you really think I'm mean to her?"
"Well, you don't give her much of a break if things aren't just the way you want."
"Okay, Steph. I'll try it," Melissa said with a slightly sheepish smile. "And I promise I'll ask her about the dance and sleeping over. I'll call you, okay?"
"Okay; don't forget!" They waved and turned away from each other, but Stephanie called out softly, "And don't forget, you've got to tell me if you ever see your brother, you know, from the front!"
Melissa laughed and called back, "Okay, I promise!"
They turned back away from each other and each continued down their own streets. At one point, Melissa turned and looked back towards her friend. By coincidence, or perhaps not, Stephanie turned back at the same time. They both laughed and waved, then turned once more to walk the remaining block to their homes.
As Melissa approached her house, she felt the warm glow from her friend's laughter and their sexy conversation starting to fade. She really wasn't sure she was going to be able to get into the place, and she wasn't relishing the thought of hanging out on the front stoop or in the back yard until her mom got home. By now, it was only a little past one-thirty and her mom never got home before six. And if Keith had a long practice after school, he wouldn't beat their mom home by much.
By the time she reached her yard, she had started to work herself up into a fine bit of righteous indignation about why couldn't her mother just let her have a key to the house? After all, she was in junior high school now. It wasn't as if she was still a kid!
She'd almost let herself slip into her familiar litany of complaints and self-pity before she remembered her friend's words as they parted. `Well', she thought to herself, `maybe I do whine a bit too much. It's not like things have been any easier on anyone else in the house lately, either.' She resolved to try to be a bit nicer to both her mom and her brother from now on.
She mounted the front steps, already in a better mood. She thought once again about her conversation with Stephanie, and felt her blood quicken. She couldn't believe how daring Stephanie had been, nor could she believe just how turned on hearing that whole story had made her. She really hoped she could find a way in, because otherwise, she was just going to have to frig herself out in the back yard and hope to hell no one was watching over the fence!
She tried the front door more out of habit than any real expectation and was not surprised to find it locked. So she went around the side and unlatched the gate into the back yard. The sun was shining, making dappled shadows on the grass and flowerbeds through the trees in the back yard, but the autumn breeze was distinctly chilly, and Melissa again said a silent prayer that her mom hadn't discovered their secret entrance. She could feel the need to touch herself steadily growing, an insistent throbbing between her legs, and she could feel the slickness from a sudden surge of wetness in her crotch. And it was too damned cold to have to pull down her pants outside!
She made her way around the stairs leading up to the back porch. There, at the rear side of the stairs was the secret entrance that she and Keith had made for themselves. The back stairs were the last project her dad had completed around the house that awful summer three years ago when he'd left them without a word. In his haste, he'd simply built the stairs over one of the basement windows, leaving the window intact. Melissa had pointed out the window to Keith from inside the basement, looking through it into the black void of the space under the new stairs. Keith had immediately seized on the notion of making a secret entrance to the house, and the two of them had carefully pried up one of the boards in the stair foundation, leaving it nailed at the top so it could be swung aside and unobtrusively replaced in position. They then unlocked the concealed basement window.
As long as their mother never discovered the unlocked window, they were pretty sure they'd have a way of getting in and out without being seen. It was fun having a secret like that, and it had been nice to do something with Keith without it turning into an argument. Though Keith never really argued. She would yell and storm, and he would look either angry or bored, and turn away without a word. It was maddening, sometimes. She wished he would just get mad and tell her off, so she'd have something real to fight against. But that wasn't his way, so she ended up venting all her hurt and outrage on her mother, who definitely did give it right back to her without hesitation.
Whereas normally, Melissa felt a thrill of illicit adventure when she sneaked in and out through their secret entrance, she realized with a sudden chill that normally there was someone from the family already at home. This was the first time she had ever used it when no one was in the house, and the thought soon had her imagination, already overly vivid, working like mad. As soon as she had pulled the board aside, wriggled into the small, dark space under the porch stairs, and tested the window to find it still unlocked, she began to wonder if someone else could have found the same way in. What if there was a burglar, or a psychotic killer lurking in the house? For a moment, she almost gave up on the whole idea in favor of waiting out on the front stoop, or maybe going over to Stephanie's house after all.
But, she sternly told herself, she was being ridiculous. After all, why would anyone even think to look for this entrance? Wouldn't a burglar just break a window or jimmy a door? She hadn't seen anything amiss at any of the other doors or windows, after all. Had she?
Before she could begin to doubt all over again, she resolutely lifted the window and slid over the sill feet first, landing as quietly as she could. No sense in drawing unnecessary attention, just in case, right?
Her fears doubled though once she was alone in the basement, only dimly lit by the few small windows high on the cellar wall. She paused a moment to listen carefully, but, hearing nothing, tiptoed up the stairs to the main floor. She halted again at the door to the hallway at the top of the stairs, listening as hard as she could, but finally screwed up her courage and opened the door a crack. She couldn't see anything but the wall on the opposite side of the hall. Again, she stopped, but after a moment, she finally managed to convince herself that she was being really stupid and stepped through the door.
As she walked down the hall, carrying her school knapsack in her hand, she suddenly froze.
Her heart leapt into her throat and she stood stock still, not daring to breathe. Had she really heard a noise from upstairs? A few moments later, she heard it again! It was indistinct, and she wasn't sure if it sounded like breathing or a groan, but there was definitely someone upstairs!
Melissa was genuinely terrified now. Every bad horror movie she and Stephanie had ever sneaked into or watched late at night when they were supposed to be asleep began playing in her head. She wanted to run out of the house, screaming, but for some reason, her legs wouldn't move. So she stood rooted to the spot while her heart pounded harder and harder.
Then the noises from upstairs changed. Melissa was puzzled, because it sounded like the springs on Keith's bed. Her panic abated a bit, because she couldn't imagine what a burglar or a crazed killer would be doing bouncing on her brother's bed. The more she thought about it, the odder it seemed, and finally, her curiosity won out over her fear after a long struggle.
She gently laid her knapsack down on the floor and slipped out of her shoes, telling herself that, if she were very, very quiet, she would be able to at least see who or what it was without being noticed.
Melissa tiptoed as quietly as she had ever done, moving stealthily up the stairs, one at a time. As her head came even with the top of the stairs, she slowly, ever so slowly craned her neck to look at Keith's room.
His door was open, and she could see the end of his bed. The occasional creak of the springs continued, punctuated by a deep breath or two that sounded decidedly male. She almost lost her nerve completely again, but in the end, she couldn't resist the lure of finding out who was on the bed.
So Melissa stepped up one more step, staying careful to stay deep in the shadows of the unlit stairwell. Now she could see a pair of feet, bare, pointing up from the end of the bed. She wasn't sure, but they sure looked like Keith's. Was that all this was? She'd been terrified by her brother?
But wait, she realized. Maybe it wasn't Keith after all, he was supposed to be at cross-country practice for hours still. And if it wasn't Keith, or even if it was, what was he doing on the bed? She had to know, after all this! So she gulped softly and, with a silent prayer that the darkness of the stairs would conceal her, stepped up one more stair so she could see clearly into the room and glimpse the top of the bed.
It was Keith.
That was the first thing Melissa realized, with a sudden rush of relief.
The next thing she noticed was that her brother was lying on his bed completely naked.
And the next thing she noticed was that he was holding his prick in his right hand, moving his hand up and down along the shaft with a slow, regular motion. Melissa was dumbfounded, and for a long moment, she stood there watching, not comprehending what she was seeing.
Then it struck her like a thunderclap in her head. Keith was masturbating! This must be how boys did it! He must have come home early from school for some reason, and, finding himself alone in the house, seized the opportunity to do the same thing Melissa had been intent upon just a few minutes ago!
The combination of relief, humor, and shock at what she was seeing nearly caused her to gasp out loud. But the enormity of the situation dawned on her in time, and she stifled the sound. She leaned back quietly against the wall on the stairs where she was pretty sure she couldn't be seen, and settled in, allowing her eyes to drink in the whole scene with unabashedly lascivious interest.
Keith was lying face up on the bed, the light through the drawn blinds casting a warm glow over his smooth skin. Melissa decided she could understand what Stephanie had been talking about he really was good-looking. The muscles in his arm and shoulders rippled under his skin as he moved in a fascinating rhythm, and his normally perfectly trained blond hair lay unkempt and tousled in a golden frame around his face. She could see the blond hairs on his legs and arms almost glowing like a mist over his skin, and faint droplets of perspiration were forming on his chest and face.
Suddenly all Melissa's previous terror, the relief at finding only her brother instead of a mad slasher, and the total eroticism of the scene in front of her all combined into the most powerful wave of pure, animal lust her tender young body had ever experienced. It was so intense that she very nearly moaned aloud; only the fear of discovery made her stifle the sound in time. After all that she and Stephanie had been talking about this very afternoon, here she was, actually watching a boy pleasure himself! The thought that it was her own brother she was watching, rather than putting her off, actually added a deliciously wicked frisson to her already-overwhelming arousal. She was not only getting to see Keith's cock in all its tumescent glory she was actually going to get to see him come! Would she ever have something to tell Stephanie now!
At the thought of witnessing her masturbating brother actually squirt his come Melissa felt nearly all her self-control slipping away from her. She realized she could feel a flood of wetness gushing out of her throbbing cunt slit as if someone had turned on a faucet inside her. Though she longed to unsnap and unzip her jeans in order to plunge her own hand deeply into her drenched pussy, she didn't dare for fear of the noise, so she had to content herself with rubbing her crotch through the coarse material on the outside. She was amazed to discover that she had oozed so much fluid from her yearning vagina that not only had it soaked her panties, but a large wet spot in the crotch of her jeans was spreading down her thighs. It was so wet that it felt as if she had lost control of her bladder and peed her pants.
As she tried desperately to rub her insistent cunt through her jeans, her left hand stole up to her chest and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her cotton blouse. She quickly worked her hand inside and under her bra and was astounded at how large and taut her nipple was. It felt as big and hard as an oversized pencil eraser. The moment her fingers grazed its surface, she felt a thrill like an electric shock sizzle through her entire body, coming to rest at last in her clit that was pulsing with a life of its own under the ministrations of her right hand. The sensation was so unbelievably intense that Melissa gasped involuntarily with ecstasy.
She froze immediately, watching her brother intently. Had he heard her? It soon became apparent that Keith was so deeply into his own lewd pleasures that she could probably walk right into his room unnoticed at this point. Keith's head was thrown back into the pillow, his mouth open and gasping, sweat glistening like a silver ribbon on his smooth upper lip. His hand was working up and down the shaft of his very hard cock, which she could see was now a darker, almost purple color, and the speed of his strokes was beginning to increase rapidly. Though she had never before witnessed a boy having an orgasm, she could tell by comparison with her own pre-orgasmic responses that he must be very, very close to coming. Melissa licked her lips, grown suddenly dry and parched. Her own hands resumed their rhythmic rubbing and pinching of her crotch and nipple, her eyes locked on the head of her brother's cock as it appeared with rapidly increasing frequency from beneath the top of his plunging fist.
Keith began to grunt irregularly between ragged gasps. His legs were starting to draw up slowly, as if he was beginning to convulse, and Melissa realized that she was looking directly into the puckered brown rosette of his asshole! Though under ordinary circumstances she was sure she would have been disgusted at the sight, all her lust-maddened brain could seize upon was wondering what it would be like to kiss and lick a boy there. She began to wonder at her own perverted mind. An hour ago she couldn't even imagine seeing a boy's cock, and now she was not only fingering herself like mad while watching her own brother stroke his cock but was actually seriously thinking about licking his asshole.
By now her arousal was an anguished, mad thing tearing free inside her. She realized that she wanted her brother, completely and totally. She wanted to run into the room and fling herself on top of him, kissing and touching his smooth, hard body all over. She wanted him to rip her clothing off and feel his hands, lips, and tongue exploring every crevice of her body while she did the same with him. She wanted to take that beautiful, hard cock of his in her mouth and taste the come as it squirted out of his body! She wanted to plunge her tongue into that soft, puckered asshole she could see before her eyes, and she really, really wanted to feel his fingers probing all the dark, wet secret places between her own legs. And, she realized with a shock, she wanted to feel that hard prick inside her even more. She actually wanted to have sex with her own brother! The complete, wicked perversity of her desire nearly overwhelmed her completely at that point. Only the thought that he might freak out and stop stroking that hard cock kept her feet rooted to the stairs and prevented her from making a complete fool (and a complete slut) of herself.
She could feel the beginnings of a major orgasm starting to build from deep within her tortured cunt. She wanted to stop it somehow, cut it off so that she wouldn't risk making noise and spooking her brother. But her body was not going to be denied the lust was too powerful, her need far too great. All she could do was pull her hand out from inside her blouse and stuff it into her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep Keith from hearing her passionate moans as wave after wave of the most intense ecstasy her young, pre-teen body had ever known roared over and through her. Her knees nearly buckled with sudden weakness, and she could feel her toes curling spasmodically as she leaned there against the wall in the shadows, shuddering, while her brother masturbated, oblivious, on the bed before her.
Keith's right hand continued its fevered piston-like motion up and down his completely engorged cock and his gasps grew so loud and raw that Melissa couldn't understand how he could even get enough air. She watched in curiosity as he suddenly drew his legs back even further until his thighs were nearly flat against his chest.
Just as Melissa's orgasmic convulsions began to fade, Keith suddenly did something that nearly made her hiss aloud with shock. He quickly put his left hand between his legs and, without any warning, plunged his middle finger deep into his own asshole.
Melissa was so dumbfounded at her brother's unexpected action that at first, she didn't even realize what was happening. She just stood there with her hand still clenched tightly between her sopping thighs and looked at her brother lying on the bed with his finger up his ass. Then, with a start, she realized two things in rapid succession.
Keith was obviously coming, because his body was jerking and twitching in exactly the same way hers had only a brief moment before, and he was grunting and groaning like a wounded animal.
And because of the position of his left arm, she couldn't see his cock anymore.
Keith was coming, and she couldn't even see it! She wanted to scream at him in frustration. While the idea of sticking your finger inside yourself when coming made perfect sense to her after all, she pretty much did the same thing when she made herself come she was nearly wild with fury at her brother for choosing to do it now. Who knew when she'd ever have another chance to witness a boy coming, and now he'd had to spoil it.
Keith's spasms slowly subsided. He still had his finger in his butthole and his legs pulled up all the way, but his breathing was beginning to slow. Melissa suddenly awoke to the situation and realized in a panic that he was likely to become a whole lot more aware of his surroundings than he had in the moments leading up to his orgasm. God, she realized, he could spot her there any moment!
Her fury and frustration of the moment before were immediately banished from her mind by the panicky realization that she would be worse than mortified if Keith actually saw her watching him. She tiptoed back down the stairs as stealthily as she had come up. She was quite a bit quicker about going back down, though.
Only daring to breathe when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she continued to tiptoe back down the hall, pausing only to scoop up her knapsack and her shoes. She went back to the basement doorway, opened it, and then slammed it shut with unnecessary vigor. The door closed with a sharp bang, and Melissa giggled with gratification when she heard her brother suddenly scramble off his bed and quickly shut his bedroom door.
Serves him right, the inconsiderate bastard, she thought to herself, somewhat mollified.
She imagined him trying to scuttle to the door with his finger still lodged in his ass, and began to giggle uncontrollably. But as her sniggering faded, the image of her brother's young body in the throes of ecstasy flashed into her mind, unbidden. She realized that she was still very, very horny, and was going to need to make herself come a whole lot before the feeling was going to retreat, even temporarily. She also realized with both fascination and bewilderment that she still wanted to make love to her own brother just as much as she had in the height of her lust a few minutes ago.
She didn't know what to make of that thought, and even less what to do about it. But she knew damned well what to do about the immediate problem of her still throbbing pussy so she headed back upstairs to drop off her books in her room. Then she went into the bathroom and started the shower. While she was enormously turned on by the experience of watching Keith masturbate, she wasn't at all sure if she was ready to return the favor. At least, not yet, she realized with a wry grin. God, wasn't she turning into a real slut? She actually tried on the thought for a moment of going back to her bedroom and trying Stephanie's trick of leaving the door cracked a bit while she frigged herself silly, giving her brother a real show in return.
No, not ready for that yet, she finally decided. She gave the bathroom door lock another twist to make sure it was securely locked. At least for now, all she wanted was to pleasure herself completely alone in a locked room with the shower running to muffle any stray noises!