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For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live,
shame on you! For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I
can say is caveat lector... you have been warned. The following is a work
of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people
or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.
Forbidden Love, by Rob Morton (m/f, inc)
Part I, Chapter One
I sat on the edge of the bed, my once-proud erection now hanging limply
between my legs. My stood before me, her eyes smoldering; yet, her
expression was colder than anything I could ever imagine, her temper barely
in check.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?"
A stupid question, really, since I was more than aware of what she'd
walked into a few moments ago. I really didn't want to answer her because,
as you might expect, lying was out of the question - but the truth was
really going to hurt.
"Did you hear me?"
I knew I only had a few nanoseconds to answer so, I looked up at my
mother and said the only thing I could say: "Yes, I know."
"What were you thinking about? You had to know I'd get suspicious and
check on you, right?"
I nodded, my eyes finding something other than my mother's angry face to
look at.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
"Yes, Mom, I knew that," I answered, feeling the heat building in my
face.
"But you did it any way?"
"Yes, ma'am." Having a heart attack right about now would be a good
idea...
My then turned to my partner in crime, sitting with her hands
folded and looking at the floor. "And you, Miss Thing. What do you have
to say for yourself?"
"Nothing," my Lisa mumbled as she shifted uncomfortably on the
disheveled bed.
"Nothing? What the hell do you mean nothing?" asked in that
frightening cool voice of hers. "I walk in here and catch you and your
brother fucking and you've got nothing to say?"
"I don't have anything to say because if you caught us, you know what we
were doing," my replied. I cringed at her statement, knowing that
her apparent lack of respect for the woman in front of us was going to get
us killed.
"Okay," our said. "That's a fair answer. Now I want to know
why."
Yeah, she would, wouldn't she? I really hate these moments because,
like most kids who got in trouble, you knew exactly why you did whatever it
was you were getting chewed out for - you just can't say it. A chill went
through me as both my and turned to look at me.
"I'm waiting," my intoned, clearly indicating that she wasn't
about to wait any longer.
"We both wanted to do it because, well, we figured it would be fun," I
said. I didn't lie to her because we were having big fun before she walked
in on us.
"Is that right?" my asked my sister, who just nodded. Mom's
sudden movement caused both of us to jump in anticipation of the ass
kicking we knew would come. Instead, she reached into her pants pocket and
pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, never taking her eyes off of
us. She exhaled loudly, expelling a pale blue cloud of smoke that hung
around us like a shroud.
"Fun, he says. They're in here committing a sin and he says they were
having some fun," said to no one in particular as she took a moment to
pace. She turned to us (causing us to jump again), fixing us with a gaze
that would have frozen lava in place.
"The only reason why I haven't beat your ass is that I'm too damned mad
and I'd probably kill you," she said, exhaling another cloud of smoke.
"But, Mom," I began.
"Be quite, - I'm deciding what to do with your ass."
The room was quieter than I could ever remember. I sat and watched my
mother continue her pacing wondering what punishment she'd come up with.
My sat beside me, her rapidly forming moving with each
breath she took. Our eyes made contact for a brief moment filling me with
a sense of reassurance that we had done the right thing - well, at least we
thought so.
stopped suddenly in front of my sister, her eyes studying Lisa as if
trying to divine a reason for our actions. Lisa shuddered under that
baleful glare and, for a moment, I was tempted to hold onto her hand to
give her moral support. Mom's head snapped around, as if sensing what I
had been thinking; her look clearly told me that any movement on my part
could be, ah, painful.
"Put your clothes on and come with me, Lisa," said, breaking the
silence.
"What about me?" I asked.
"What about you?" came the terse reply.
"Nothing," I said, watching my partner in crime slither into her jumper.
"I didn't think so. Come on, Lisa," ordered. I watched helplessly
as led Lisa out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The
air in the room still carried the slight musky scent of sex as I
contemplated my situation. I knew that was in the other room, grilling
Lisa for whatever incriminating evidence she could find. Despite my
perilous position, I smiled knowing that Lisa would confess that we had
been fucking - and had been for some time - but she wouldn't let our think that I had forced myself upon her.
I laughed a little at that thought, remembering the very first time Lisa
and I had fucked...
Part I, Chapter Two
"Hey, Ricky!"
I looked up from the book I was reading to find Lisa standing in front
of me. "Yeah? What do you want?"
"What are you doing?" Lisa asked.
"Reading," I said dryly, turning the page.
"You wanna do something else?"
"Like what?" I asked, finding my bookmark and slipping it into place
before putting my book down. I knew that as long as Lisa was playing 20
Questions, I'd never get a chance to finish reading.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, looking around the room. "Something fun
and exciting."
"Like what?" I repeated, getting the funny feeling she was up to
something. I remembered all too well the last time Lisa had an idea of
something to do - our beat the crap out of both of us for getting
navy beans all over the apartment.
"You wanna do the nasty?" Lisa asked.
"Do the nasty with who?" I asked cautiously. I may have been
suspicious, but my cock was all for the idea of having sex, as evidenced by
the rising tent in my pants.
"With me, stupid," Lisa answered. "You see anybody else here?"
It felt as if all of the blood in my body was rushing to my cock, making
it painfully erect and leaving me feeling a little lightheaded. Even
though she was 14 months younger than me, Lisa's body was developing
rapidly, her going from that "peach pit" stage to having some
rather interesting heft and size. I also knew that she was growing hair
"down there," having gotten a chance to peek one night.
My hard-on continued to throb in time with my accelerated pulse as I
considered Lisa's proposition. I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't had sex
before; I lost my virginity during my eighth birthday party to a
16-year-old neighbor. Since that day, I had been pretty much fucking my
way through every in the neighborhood.
But, this was very different! This wasn't Bernadette or Betty or
Shirley - this was my own asking me if I wanted to fuck her. If I
had any common sense, it took that moment to go on vacation as I answered
my waiting sister.
"Yeah, I'd like that very much, if that's okay with you."
Lisa looked at me with disapprovingly. "Of course it's okay - I
wouldn't have asked if it wasn't, dummy."
Oh, yeah - that's right. "When do you want to do it?" I asked.
"Right now," came the instant reply. "Mom and Dad went in town a little
while ago."
I nodded absently, remembering their warning to stay out of trouble and
the usual things about not letting anyone in the apartment, etc. I also
knew that since they were walking, it would be quite a while before they
returned.
"Okay, let's do it," I said.
Lisa didn't answer; instead, she simply pulled her top over her head,
revealing a nice pair of titties, each tipped with a dime-sized nipple.
She rubbed her hands over them making her nipples grow hard before cupping
one in each hand and offering them to me.
"Suck my titties, Rick."
A groan escaped my mouth as I leaned forward. I flicked my tongue
against one proffered nipple, exhilarated by Lisa's slightly salty taste.
Getting bolder, I on her nipple, feeling it get harder in my mouth.
"Oooh," Lisa sighed, holding my head against her as I eagerly
sucked each nipple in turn. My head was whirling as I wrapped my arms
around Lisa's slender waist, kneading my fingers into her soft, yet firm
backside. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, I pulled
down, sliding her shorts and her off in one surprisingly smooth
motion. The scent of her sex hit me immediately - strong and
pungent. Lisa wriggled the rest of the way out of her shorts and panties,
giving me a perfect view of her still developing womanhood, her mons
covered with a surprising amount of dark curly hair.
As she stepped out of the discarded clothing, I could see a line of
moisture running down the inside of one supple thigh. Curiosity got the
best of me as I swiped at the liquid with a finger, bringing it to my lips.
As I on my finger an exciting combination of sensations hit me; the
musky, heady scent of her joined with the dusky, salty taste of the
liquid I'd sampled and caused something inside me to snap. Without
uttering a single word, I stood up suddenly, grabbing Lisa gently by the
arms and practically flinging her onto the bed.
"What?" Lisa gasped as her legs flew open and I buried my head between
them.
The pungent scent of hot enveloped me and I was breathing it in as
fast as I could. Without really knowing what I was doing, I let my tongue
slither between her swelling labia, seeking more of her tasty juices.
Inexperienced, yet properly motivated, I allow my tongue to flail around in
Lisa's hot sex, lapping up every drop of fluid faster than she could
produce it. Above me, Lisa writhed in pleasure, humping her hips upward.
"I don't know what you're doing, but don't stop!" she gasped.
Encouraged by her words, I picked up the pace, running my tongue along her
slit. As I reached the top, my tongue ran roughshod over a bump in her
otherwise smooth cunt, causing Lisa to suddenly clamp her legs painfully
around my head. Panic started to set in as I found myself blind and unable
to hear or breathe - but I knew I stumbled onto something interesting. I
held my breath and did my pest to calm the rising panic feeling inside of
me and slowly ran my tongue over that mysterious bump again, causing her
legs to tighten a little more around my captured head.
"Yeah, definitely something good here." I thought, letting my tongue fly
against her bump repeatedly, my efforts resulting in Lisa totally losing
control of herself. Even with my ears pinned against her thighs, I could
hear my cursing and calling on Jesus, our mother, and anyone else
who might help her in this situation. Just as I was really getting into
this bump thing, I felt Lisa go as stiff as a board; the next thing I knew
there was a rush of very hot liquid against my face, flowing over my chin
and down my neck.
Lisa was squeezing my head so tightly I heard something popping in my
neck and my chest burned with the lack of oxygen. Reaching up, I tried to
pry my sister's legs from around my head and after a couple of tries I
finally freed myself. I fell backwards so hard my teeth clacked together
as I inhaled deeply to start myself breathing correctly. Having taken care
of that little problem, I looked up at Lisa's prone form, lying very still
on the bed.
"Hey, Lisa! You okay?" I asked as I got to my knees.
"Huh? Oooh, what was that?" Lisa replied, sounding like she was drunk.
"I don't know," I said honestly. In my experiences to that point, I had
never put my face between a girl's legs and kissed her pussy. In fact, the
thought never occurred to me but I made it a point to remember the great
results kissing a could bring.
"Whatever it was, it was damned good!" Lisa exclaimed. She propped
herself up on her elbows and beckoned me with a finger. I stood up,
surprised to find my own legs a little shaky. I stumbled toward Lisa who
reached out and grabbed me by my erection. Before I could protest, my
sister had my dick in her mouth and was it for all she was worth.
I may not have known about eating pussy, but I did know about having my
dick sucked, having been introduced to this little pleasure by Bernadette
the day she took my cherry. So far, Lisa was making Bernadette look like a
rank amateur as she and tongued the head of my cock fiercely while
her hand pumped my shaft. Apparently, I hadn't been the only member of
this to play "Doctor." Just the same, it didn't take long for my
knees to buckle and I somehow managed to twist in enough time to fall onto
the bed.
Lisa never relinquished her hold on my rod, somehow moving with me so
that I wound up on my back. She kept moving and straddled me until all I
could see was her heading straight for my mouth. She leaned back and
I found my nose buried in her ass and my mouth full of still-juicy pussy.
Instinct took over and my tongue got to work, flicking along her drenched
slit until I found that bump again.
A plan formed in the back of my head: What if I on her bump like
she was doing to me? I managed to grab a breath of air and put my theory
to the test, Lisa's magic bump between my lips. That resulted in a
frenzied increase in Lisa's and I threw all caution to the wind and
began running my tongue quickly over the hardness of her clit (as I later
learned it was called).
The results were electric! I felt Lisa close her mouth around my cock
so fast it gagged her; I could feel her hot breath blasting from her
nostrils against the base of my dick and her efforts to keep from throwing
up on me. At the same time, I felt her clitty twitch hard between my
lips... just before I got drowned in a sea of juice. It tasted the same
as the first time - there was just a lot more of it. I did my best to keep
up with each jet of liquid shooting out of my sister's pussy, but in the
end, I was forced to just turn my head to the side as Lisa trembled and
shook above me each time a spray of juice squirted from her.
At one point, Lisa almost bit my dick off, her teeth clamping down on my
erection so hard I knew I was bleeding. Finally, Lisa threw herself off
me, gasping for air.
"Please, no more. Don't make me do that again," she pleaded weakly. As
she recovered, I made a mental note to drop in on the library and do some
serious studying. After long minutes had passed, Lisa looked up at me, a
ghost of a smile playing on her lips.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I am now," she replied, opening her legs. "Put it in me now."
Somehow, I don't remember moving but the next thing I knew, I was
between Lisa's outspread legs and looking down at her, my cock bobbing
between us as I stabbed at her opening. Lisa smiled at me as she reached
between us and guided me to her wet sex. I could feel the edges of her
vaginal muscles trying to clamp down on the head of my dick.
"Okay," she said. "Now push real hard."
I did as my younger told me, flexing my hips forward quickly.
The knob of my cock slid into her slick opening and bumped against
something so quickly it barely registered on my sex-crazed brain. When it
did finally register and I realized that I wasn't going any further, I
opened my mouth to ask why; as I did, Lisa reached up and grabbed me by the
ass, pulling me to her hard. As she did so, our eyes met and again I
experienced some pretty interesting sensations.
One was the feeling of my hard cock ripping through her hymen - that
was a weird feeling, let me tell you. It was like pushing up against a
strong piece of plastic with your finger. One moment resistance and the
next moment it felt like I was into Lisa up to my legs. My cock bottomed
out inside of her, causing our pubic bones to come together painfully hard.
Next was the look on Lisa's face. As she pulled me deeper into her, she
was smiling; at the moment her hymen tore a look of pain stitched itself
across her features and I could actually hear her teeth grinding together.
As I sunk into her as far as I could go, the look of pain was replaced
with... bliss? I'm not sure what I saw, let alone how to describe it, but
seeing that look told me that Lisa was okay.
"Wow," I said. "What was that?"
"Shut up and do it to me," came Lisa's answer.
I did it to my darling the best I could, gently shoving my cock
into her tightness. The whole time, our eyes never left each other. Lisa
was smiling at me and, well, I can't imagine what I looked like to her as I
continued to fill her with my stiff dick.
"Is that the best you can do?" Lisa asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Do it harder - I'm not going to break."
I shrugged mentally and increased my speed and the force at which I was
fucking her until I was really pounding her freshly-broken so hard I
was getting a cramp in my lower back and ass. But, that was the least of
my worries because I could also feel that strange feeling starting to build
somewhere inside of me.
A year before, while doing it to Shirley, I felt that feeling for the
very first time. One moment I was happily screwing Shirley and, the next
was about as strange as I'd ever imagined. I suddenly felt lightheaded and
my body had begun to tremble out of control. I couldn't breathe and when I
opened my eyes, all I could see were brightly colored spots dancing in
front of me. A second later, the sun came out as a overly bright burst of
light exploded in my head, knocking what little air I had out of me. I
remembered the terrible trembling and shaking my body was going through,
remembered feeling helpless to stop it - and not ever wanting it to stop.
Seconds later, everything was back to normal. I could breath again and
the spots had disappeared but, damn, did I feel good! I remembered getting
off Shirley and seeing the surprised look on her face, just as I remembered
seeing something yellow-white leaking out of Shirley's slit. Later that
day, while talking to the I hung out with, I learned that I had
experienced my first ejaculation. A later trip to the library confirmed
what the had told me and I learned that's how babies were made.
And that's what I was feeling now. It was building up inside me quickly
and I could feel the shakes starting to set in. I looked at Lisa with what
I hoped was a concerned look.
"Lisa, I'm getting ready to shoot," I said, fighting the feeling as best
I could.
"Shoot? Shoot what?"
"Sperm, Lisa - I'm getting ready to shoot sperm in you!"
"Okay," Lisa said, clearly not understanding the urgency. "Go ahead and
shoot."
"But it might make you have a baby," I said, nearly on the verge of
losing the battle being waged inside of me.
"Really?"
"Yes," I hissed, feeling the last of my control slip away. Before Lisa
could say anything else, the sun came out again, blinding me and I was lost
in that nearly indescribable feeling of pleasure/helplessness as my cock
pumped sperm into my sister's waiting snatch. I lay between Lisa's legs,
feeling my cock jerking inside of her as I trembled like I'd been struck by
lightning.
"Ahhh, oh, shit," I cursed as the feeling ran its course through me.
"Oh, shit," Lisa agreed. "I can feel you shooting in me!"
After what felt like a couple of days, the feeling passed. I rolled off
Lisa feeling like I had just died. The room tilted and whirled around so
much I thought I was going to get sick. I took a deep breath and felt a
little better, enough to sit up and look between Lisa's still open legs
where I could see my sperm flowing out of her - but not the milky
color I was used to seeing. Instead the whiteness was tinged with streaks
of red.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Did I you?"
"I'm a little sore but I'm fine," Lisa said as she sat up. "That was
wonderful, Rick - can we do it again?"
"Now?" I asked.
"How about later, when and Dad go to sleep?" Lisa offered, seeing
that I was in no shape to continue.
"Okay with me," I agreed.
We were just getting dressed and had changed the sheets on the bed when
my mother's head poked into the room.
"We're back," she announced as she walked into the room. "What's all
this?" nodded at the sheets I'd just taken off the bed.
"Um, well, we were playing with our water guns and, um, the sheets..."
My voice trailed off as I looked nervously at Lisa.
"I've told you two not to play with those things in the house, didn't
I?" scolded.
"Yes, ma'am," we answered together. As it turned out, confiscated
our water guns for good measure and, later that night, Lisa and I picked up
where we had left off.
Part I, Chapter Three
The next several years found me and Lisa fucking whenever and wherever
we could. Even though we'd sometimes fight like cats and dogs as brothers
and sisters are wont to do, we'd always kiss and make up in ways some
brothers and sisters wouldn't even dream of.
There was the time we went to visit in Virginia. Our cousins
Benny and Cathy had shown us their favorite place to hang out in the woods
and no one was more surprised than me and Lisa when Benny and Cathy
stripped down and began to fuck right in front of us. That surprised
didn't last long, though and the woods were filled with the sounds of
teenagers fucking like it was illegal. Well, it was illegal, but you know
what I mean. Needless to say, it was a summer to remember - and a for another time.
We almost got caught a few times, though. Lisa had just finished
sucking me off when my came home unexpectedly. We were scrambling
to get our shit together because we knew if Dad had walked in on us, we'd
get the shit beat out of us. Despite that close call and several others,
our love for each other grew beyond the normal brother/sister stuff.
For a time, we didn't bother going through that phase of having
boyfriends or girlfriends - we were so very happy with each other that we
didn't feel the need to let someone else in on our action. Our happiness
didn't go unnoticed by either of our either; one day, my took me to one side after dinner, telling me we had to talk about
something.
While waiting for him to finish helping put away dishes, I wracked
my brain trying to figure out what I had done wrong that he wanted to talk
to me about. It wasn't like there was nothing for me to consider, mind you
- I was just trying to figure out what I had done lately that he might have
gotten wind of. My musings were cut short as my joined me in my
bedroom.
"Well," he began. "How are things in school?"
"Fine, I guess," I answered. "I'm passing all of my courses with high
grades."
"That's good, son," my replied. "You'll need good grades to get
a good job down the road. Anything new going on with you?"
"Like what?" I asked cautiously, my heart jumping into my throat.
"Oh, like, ah, girls, for instance," he said, making a show of rolling
his eyes at the ceiling. "You got a girlfriend or two?"
My heart returned to its normal place in my chest. "No, not really," I
finally answered.
"Why not?"
"I don't know - just been too busy to bother with girls," I lied,
knowing that there was one in particular whom I'd die for.
"I see," my said. "Well, you know, there are a few things you
might want to know about having a girlfriend."
"What, other than sex?" I asked, knowing my statement would make my
father squirm.
"Ah, um, well..." he stammered, clearly off-balance.
"Don't worry, Dad," I said. "We're learning about it in school and I
know enough not to get some in trouble."
My relaxed a little before fixing me with his "father look,"
making it my turn to squirm a little. "Let me ask you something, son."
"Sure, Dad."
"Are you having sex with anyone?"
The question didn't really catch me off-guard because I expected it.
However, I hesitated before answering him because, expected or not, I
didn't have an answer for him. Well, one that wouldn't get me killed
anyway.
"Yeah, well, I had sex with, um, Betty Rawlings once," I said, tossing
my a bone to chew on. Everyone knew that Betty would fuck anyone
who asked, or girl. Rumor had it that several of the adults had fucked
her, too, and I wondered if my had been one of them, not that I
cared.
"I see. Did you, ah, shoot?"
"Yeah," I confessed. "I've been shooting since I was nine, Dad." That
seemed to make him swell with some fatherly pride.
"You know you can get a pregnant like that, right?"
"Yes, sir."
He seemed to be satisfied that I knew this - which was good 'cause I was
hoping he wouldn't ask me if I had gotten anyone pregnant. He seemed to
think about it, though but he never asked.
"I'll give you a piece of advice before I leave you," he said, standing
up.
"What's that?"
"Whatever you do, never - and I mean never - put your mouth on a girl's
pussy."
"Yes, sir," I said, hiding my smile.
"Good. See you in the morning." I waited for a couple of minutes after
my left before breaking up in hysterical laughter. Later that
night, after Lisa and I had made love, I told her about Dad's warning and
we both laughed so hard our sides hurt. After we regained our composure, I
put my mouth on my sister's pussy...
Part I, Chapter Four
That seemed like a century ago. Now I was sitting here on the bed,
naked as the day I was born - and waiting for my to kill me. I got
up and walked over to the nightstand, stretching the kinks out of my body.
I picked up my watch, surprised to see that it had only been 30 minutes
since left with Lisa. Stupidly, I began to relax, thinking that
because I hadn't heard the sounds of Lisa getting her ass beaten, things
were going to work out just fine. I sat back onto the bed just before the
door to my room burst open.
"Your turn, mister," my intoned. Whatever confidence I had took
that moment to desert me as my stepped into the room and closed the
door behind her. I had a sudden urge to but somehow knew that wasn't going to fall for the bathroom trick. I could feel myself
shivering as she towered over me.
"Do you know what is," she asked.
"Yes, ma'am - I read about it in school."
"What is incest?" she asked. The urge to doubled as I formed the
words in my mouth.
"That's when people who are related have sex with each other."
"Uh, huh," said. "Do you know how wrong that is?"
I knew that I was mere seconds from the worst beating of my life and
that telling her the truth wouldn't have been as bad as trying to play
dumb. "Actually, Mom, I don't understand what's so wrong with it."
The look on her face was precious and one that, in my later years, I'd
come to appreciate and even find funny. However, at that time, all I could
see was my death warrant being signed. Mom's eyes opened as wide as a
person could open their eyes and her mouth was just as open, her jaw moving
but no words coming out of her mouth. I took that moment to get my two
cents in before she executed me.
"What I don't understand is that if it's okay for a and a to
fall in love and have sex, why is it wrong when a and love
each other?"
The look on my mother's face went way beyond precious. "Why do you
think we stopped you two from taking a bath together?" finally asked
after finding her voice.
Now, I knew the answer to the question. Lisa and me had already figured
out that it was to keep us from getting curious and doing what we'd already
done. But, even at 14, I was smart enough to know that if I had told her
that, she'd break my neck right then and there. So, I did the next best
thing - I lied my ass off.
"No, ma'am, I don't know."
"So this kind of thing wouldn't happen," said.
"So are you telling me that I'm wrong to love my sister?" Man, was I
really asking for it.
"No, I'm not saying that at all. What I'm saying is that you aren't
supposed to fu - have sex with your sister."
"But, you and Dad told us that it was okay for people who love each
other to have sex! Lisa and I really love each other - what did you expect
us to do?"
The next thing I knew, I was seeing two things: Stars and my mother's
hand going back to her side. In between seeing those two things, there was
this incredible stinging sensation on the side of my face and a lot of pain
in my left eye. It startled me so badly that my bladder finally let go,
sending an arcing stream of golden through the air and adding utter
humiliation to my facial pain.
Which was closely followed by more pain and more stinging; with my one
good eye, I could see the switch had produced - and she was going to
town on my ass, cursing angrily and crying at the same time. Being totally
naked, I did my best to cover up, which only made her angrier. The supple
switch, pulled off the bush out side the apartment building and stripped of
its leaves, whistled as it cut the air before landing against my skin,
raising welts wherever it touched.
As brave as I tried to be, I was soon howling in pain as worked that
switch like a master artist painting a canvas. No place was left untouched
and the tears really flowed as I felt the switch swipe against my cock and
balls. And, to add to the pain and humiliation I was already feeling, my
cock responded to the burning pain, coming to full erection.
When my saw that, she went berserk, plying the switch like a
taskmaster's whip, asking me what kind of pervert I was and a few other
things I didn't hear. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, her words
incoherent as she whipped me until, oh, my God, I started to shoot all over
the place.
My jumped back as a jet of sperm hit her square in the face;
under other circumstances, it would have been as funny as hell - even
erotic. But, this wasn't some other circumstance. My yelled
something and the switch came down again, harder and faster. The more she
whipped me, the more I shot...
Part One, Chapter Five
I don't know how long it was before I realized that she wasn't beating
me anymore. The room was silent save for my own sobs and ragged breathing.
Between the most intense orgasm I'd ever had and the burning pain of the
welts all over my body, I was pretty much trashed.
I sat up and looked around to see where my was - and was
surprised to discover that she was no longer in the room. It was dark
outside so I staggered over to the wall switch, each step bringing fresh
bolts of agony. Steeling myself, I flipped the switch, dazzled by the
bulb's brilliance. That's when I took stock of my wounds.
The only place I didn't have a welt was on my face (that left a hand
print); my had even beaten the bottoms of my feet! Blood oozed from
so many welts I lost count of them all and they stung like crazy as my
perspiration flowed over them. I was looking at my legs when I heard the
door open behind me.
"Ricky?" came my mother's voice, startling me so much that I pissed
myself again.
I heard my moan - a terrible sound, believe me, and one I'll
never forget as long as I live. I turned to face her, my tears spilling
over my eyelids like a waterfall.
"Baby, I'm sorry," she said, coming over to me. It was all I could do
not to flinch when she reached out and touched my shoulder. "I... I lost
control and..." Then she started crying, which started me crying as well. I
don't quite remember how long we stood there holding each other and crying.
We separated and my looked at the damage she'd worked on me. More
tears flowed from her as she produced a bottle of Mercurochrome and began
daubing the ridiculously antiseptic over my wounds, apologizing for
hurting me so badly.
Minutes later, she was done and I looked like a stop sign. turned
to leave the room and, as she did so, she turned to look at me as if she
had something to say - which she did.
"Lisa told me that you never forced yourself on her and that you were
only doing what she asked you to do. She's just as wrong as you are,
though, and I hope you've learned a lesson from all of this."
Although I was pretty damned sure Lisa hadn't gotten a whipping, I
nodded to my as she left the room. I had indeed learned a valuable
lesson, one that would stay with me for the rest of my life.
Next time don't get caught!
Part One, Chapter Six
Lisa was finally allowed into our room and we spent a moment hugging and
crying together over what had happened. The pain was down to something
manageable and, despite my punishment, I was feeling pretty good. I wasn't
mad with Lisa, though, and I told her that.
"I'm glad to hear that, Rick," she said. "I thought you'd hate me after
this."
"No, I don't hate you Lisa," I said wearily. I crossed the room and
turned the light out.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"Sure enough that when all these cuts get better, we can go back to what
we were doing," I said, feeling the love for Lisa burning hot in my soul.
"I needed to hear that," Lisa admitted as we settled down for the night.
Then my came home...
Part II, Chapter One
I didn't have to see him to know he'd come through the door - it was a
subliminal sort of thing. The soreness of my wounds faded into the
background as I heard my ask my what was she so upset about.
Sitting up in the bed and straining my ears trying to hear through the
plaster walls, I knew that it would take my mother, oh, about fifteen
minutes to explain what had happened. It would take another two minutes
for my to absorb the events of the last few hours.
If Dad was in the living room - and I was pretty sure of that - I knew
that the instant he caught on, it would take him less than ten seconds to
reach my bedroom, one second to kick open the door, and about two more
seconds to put an end to my life.
Now, I don't want you to get the idea that my were sadistic or
anything like that - they're really good people. However, they both came
from the school of doing things, you know, "spare the rod and spoil the
child?" I grew up at a time where if your neighbors saw you doing something
wrong, they'd beat your ass, take you home and tell your all about
it, which would pretty much guarantee you at least two more beatings.
The clock was running in my head and I knew that time was about to run
out when the door burst open (three minutes too soon) and there,
silhouetted against the hallway light, was my - all 5' 11", 190
pounds of him. And, unlike my mother, Dad isn't one to mince words.
"What's this I hear about you getting caught laying pipe to Lisa, boy?"
I tried to act as if I were just waking up, knowing good and damned well
he wasn't going to buy it. "Sir?"
"Boy, don't fuck with me," Dad growled. "Is it true?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, waiting for the other sound I'd come to hate as
a child other than switches - the sound of a leather belt being pulled
through belt loops.
"God damn a bear," my cursed. "Are you out of your fucking mind
or something?"
"No, sir," I said, knowing the hammer was about to drop. My whole body
grew very still and in the face of impending doom, I felt rather calm.
"How long have you two been doing this?" Dad demanded to know.
"A couple of years," I answered.
"A couple of years? You've been sticking your dick in your for a
couple of years, huh?"
"Yes, sir," I said once again, wondering why I was still alive and why
he was still talking to me.
"Did you stick your mouth on her pussy?"
"Yes, sir, I did." There wasn't any point of me telling him that I
didn't, right? I mean, he could only kill me once...
"Jesus, boy!" he exclaimed, his hands slapping loudly on his thighs.
"Didn't I tell you never to do that?"
"Yes, but I don't understand why," I said, determined not to let him
know I had done it way before he told me not to."
My moved out of the doorway so quickly I thought I was going to
have a heart attack. I braced myself for some sort of blow, only to feel
the bed shift as he sat down beside me.
"Boy, I told you never to do that because once you do it, they'll always
want you to do it! That's how women trap you!"
I had no idea what he was talking about and I spent the next fifteen
minutes listening to him rant and rave about how sneaky and evil women were
and all the things they try to do to ruin a man's life. I was grateful,
believe me; I'd rather listen to him acting like a lunatic than to have him
pounding me into Silly Putty. He finally stopped talking and turned to
look at me.
"Look, I'll deal with you in the morning. Your tells me she beat
you pretty good."
"You could say that."
Dad stood and made his way to the door. "In the morning, then," he said
and shut the door behind him. The relief I felt at having gotten at least
an eight hour reprieve from the gallows washed over me and I was asleep a
couple of minutes later.
Part II, Chapter Two
I awoke the next morning to find myself alone in the apartment. My
mother had left a note for me telling me that (1) she was on her way to
nursing school (2) Lisa was at the babysitter's apartment, (3) my had gone to work, and (4) I was obviously grounded.
Which worked for me - I wasn't about to go outside with the splotches of Mercurochrome all over me because the I hung out would
really give me the business. After going to the bathroom and washing up
(an interesting experience), I settled down with a bowl of cereal and
turned on the television. Halfway through my favorite show, I
heard the sound of someone jiggling the doorknob.
Curious, I set the bowl down and went to the door, making sure I slid
the chain in place before opening the door. Opening the door a crack, I
was surprised to find my standing in the hallway. I released the
chain and swung the door open to let her in.
"Oh, good," Lisa said, hurrying into the apartment. "I was hoping you
were up." I shut the door and followed my into the kitchen.
"I though you were at Miss Delores' apartment," I said, watching Lisa
fix a bowl of cereal.
"I was," she said. "But you know Miss Delores."
That meant Miss Delores was drunk and when she passed out Lisa made her
break. It was no secret that she had more booze in her apartment than the
liquor store up the street did.
"Mom's gonna be mad when she finds out you left," I noted, following
Lisa into the living room.
"Well, I wasn't staying down there while she was passed out drunk," Lisa
said between bites of cereal.
The room fell silent for a moment, save for the sounds of cereal being
eaten. After putting our bowls in the sink, Lisa turned to me with a look
of genuine concern on her face.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, examining the blotches on my arms.
"A little sore, but better than yesterday," I admitted.
"You're lucky Dad didn't beat you."
"You said it," I agreed, knowing that I wouldn't have survived a second
pounding.
"I wonder why he didn't beat you?" Lisa asked. That was a good question
because usually when we got beatings, we got them in twos.
"I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "But I'm not complaining."
"You wanna go outside?"
"I can't - grounded me."
"Well, if you can't go out, you wanna, um, do it?"
"If you want to," I replied, feeling that special surge of excitement
flow through me.
"Yeah, I want to," Lisa said and began to take off her clothes right
there in the kitchen. That was one of the things I loved about my sister:
she wasn't one to waste time talking about things. Not to be outdone, I
stripped as well, feeling a little self-conscious about the red-tinted
welts that adorned the lower half of my body.
I quickly forgot all about it as Lisa knelt down and took me into her
mouth; whatever soreness that remained melted away in the liquid warmth of
Lisa's gentle sucking. I sighed, wondering how I got to be so fortunate to
have such a wonderful sister.
Looking down, I marveled at the sight of my cock gliding between her
lips and the look of total concentration on Lisa's face as my darling
sister me for all she was worth. Lisa reached behind me and filled
her hands with my ass, kneading and caressing my cheeks; my knees were on
the verge of betraying me once again but she held me in place. I reached
down and gently held Lisa's head in place, fucking her sweet mouth with
slow, gentle strokes until that familiar feeling began to creep up my
spine. Reluctantly, I stepped away from Lisa, my cock slipping out of her
mouth with a rather obscene plopping sound.
"Hey, why did you do that?" Lisa asked in protest.
"I was about to shoot," I answered, taking a couple of deep breathes to
make the feeling back off.
"I like it when you shoot in my mouth," Lisa grumbled. "You taste like
warm oatmeal." Seeing that I wasn't about to let her continue, Lisa
stretched out on the kitchen floor, beckoning me with a finger.
"C'mon, big brother," she said with a lecherous grin. "Put your mouth
on my pussy! Make me feel good!"
I wasted no time dropping to the floor (to the relief of my shaky legs)
and scooting between Lisa's legs. As was usually the case, she was already
wet and her scent was intoxicating. Settling into position, I draped my
sister's legs over my shoulders and lowered my head to her tasty snatch. I
didn't waste any time teasing her slit as I normally would - my desire to
taste her wasn't going to allow that little luxury.
Instead, I went straight for her erect clitty, it into my mouth
and letting my tongue lash across it's sensitive surfaces. I looked up and
found Lisa looking back at me with a very dreamy look in her eyes.
"God, I love it when you do that," she said, her voice husky with the
lust I was building inside of her. "Lick my pussy, Ricky - lick it good!"
It didn't take long before Lisa was fucking my face with her usual gusto,
each thrust of her hips mashing her pubic mound roughly against my lips and
face until she gave a cry of surprise, spurting her spunky juices into my
waiting mouth.
"Oh, damn, Ricky! Shit! Put it in me now!" Lisa screamed as her orgasm
continued to slap her around. "Give me the dick - feed my kitty!"
I had no intentions on filling her sweet with my aching dick,
opting to send my tongue deeper into her gash, right to the source of that
hot, spicy juice I had come to love.
"No! Stop! Don't do that..." Lisa's voice trailed off as I speared the
tip of my tongue into her hole, lapping up every bit of her sauce that I
could get. My tried to scoot away from me but I grabbed her thighs
and held her as my prisoner as I ate her like I never did before, sending
wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body until she was
practically banging her head on the floor.
Worried that she might knock herself out, I withdrew my tongue slowly,
letting it trail along her clit - and causing another little of
girl-juice. Grinning evilly, I slid into position, keeping her legs on my
shoulders.
"You wouldn't dare," Lisa gasped as she realized I was going to buck
her.
"Yes, I would," I said, flexing my hips forward and driving my rigid
cock deeply into Lisa's waiting until my balls slapped against her
ass."
"GOD DAMN IT!" Lisa screeched. "You're tearing me apart!"
"You were the one who said you wouldn't break," I reminded her as I
continued to pound away at her. I didn't spend a lot of time with Lisa in
the buck; other than the fact that it was uncomfortable for her, my legs
were starting to cramp because the slick floor didn't allow for a great
deal of traction. I let her legs drop and spent a moment just lying
dick-deep in my sister's to catch my breath. I leaned forward and
kissed Lisa, snaking my tongue between her lips.
Usually, we never kissed after going down on each other - I don't know
why. As our tongues mingled, I knew we had missed out on something really
neat as we both got a chance to taste ourselves on the other's lips and
tongue. I could have stayed like that all day - except my prick was so
hard it felt as if it was going to explode. I raised myself up carefully,
feeling a moment of disappointment as my cock slipped from Lisa's velvety
embrace.
"Turn over," I said, using my hands help move her into position.
"Turn over? For what?" Lisa asked.
"I want to try something I read in one of Dad's dirty books - it's
called doggie style," I said, helping my onto her knees.
"Is it going to hurt?"
"I don't know, Lisa," I said, rubbing the knob of my prick along her
slit. "If it hurts, let me know and I'll stop."
"Okay," she said. Inwardly, I was pleased that she had so much faith
and trust in me; more the reason to make sure I did this right. I closed
my eyes and concentrated on that one page of Dad's book, recalling from
memory how the guy -
Spread the woman's legs and got between them,
Used his hands to spread her ass cheeks apart,
Entered the woman in one smooth stroke...
Well, I got the first two right. Had I bothered to look at what I was
doing, I would have seen that my cock was aimed at her ass instead of her
snatch. Most of the head of my dick was inside Lisa before we both
realized that I had the wrong hole!
"Oooh, take it out! That hurts!" Lisa cried.
"Let me try that again," I said apologetically. I pulled my cock out
her ass and, with my eyes open this time, found the right hole. My lust
was enflamed as I watched my cock disappear into Lisa's cunt, the walls of
her canal stretching to accommodate me.
"That's better," Lisa sighed. She shifted her position a little and I
was soon back to pounding away at her, never taking my eyes off the
delicious sight of my cock in her pussy. Just as I thought that I could
keep this up for a while, my friend decided to pay me a visit, that
incredible feeling racing up and down my spine so fast it made my ass hurt.
Time seemed to suspend itself as the delicious tingling turned into an
all-out, mind numbing, soul-searing blast of God knows what. The awesome
feeling peaked and held me in its grasp for a second... before
reducing me to a shaking, quivering, slobbering idiot. Lisa was saying
something, too, but I couldn't hear her as my orgasm flat out whipped my
ass. It felt as if I was pumping gallons of incestuous sperm into my
willing sister's - and it wasn't going to stop any time soon!
Part II, Chapter Three
Five minutes later, Lisa and I were recovered from our tryst on the
kitchen floor, fully dressed, and working our way through a stack of peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches. As I washed down a mouthful of sandwich with
a shot of ice-cold milk, I noticed Lisa watching me intently. quickly, I returned her gaze with a questioning look of my own.
"What?" I slurred through a dollop of Choke Charlie.
"I was just thinking about what we just did and what was saying last
night," Lisa said, setting her glass to one side. "She was saying that me
and you having sex is wrong."
"Yeah, she told me the same thing," I said with a grimace. "Do you
think it's wrong for us to be doing it with each other?" Lisa shook her
head as she pondered my question.
"No, I don't feel like it is. I mean, you're my but I love you
very much - even if we do fight every now and then."
I knew exactly how she felt. Ever since we started making love
together, I was seeing a side of my I never knew was there. There
was gentleness to her usually aggressive manner, a softening of her tomboy
image. I knew we had something very special, even though I wouldn't figure
it out for many years. As I turned to face my sister, my lover, I could
feel a tear running down my cheek.
"Do you want to stop?" I asked.
"Do you?"
"Well, if you want to," I replied with my heart in my throat.
"I don't want to keep doing it if you're going to get a beating if we
get caught again," Lisa said, her eyes filling with tears.
We sat in silence for a moment, each of us pondering the situation. As
I wiped the tears from my eyes, I realized that there were some things
worth getting into trouble for - and giving my all of my love was
one of them.
"Well?" Lisa asked. "What do we do?"
"If it's okay with you, I want to keep doing it to you," I said. "We'll
just have to be careful and not let anyone catch us again."
Lisa jumped into my arms and planted a very wet kiss on my lips. "I
love you, Ricky," she said, nuzzling against my neck.
"I love you, too, Lisa," I echoed, wrapping my arms around my darling
sister.
Later that night, after everyone else had gone to sleep, Lisa and I made
love again. Somehow it was better this time than it had been earlier in
the day. Years later, I was thinking about what made that night so special
and it dawned on me that our love was strengthened by our determination to
keep being lovers despite the serious trouble we could have gotten into.
Part II, Chapter Four
I'm not going to say that this special relationship was all peaches and
cream. I mean, after all, we were and sister! Being the oldest, I
usually got blamed, one way or the other, if one of the other kids screwed
up. This would usually lead to some memorable knockdown, drag-out fights.
Just the same, it was a lot of fun to kiss and make up afterwards.
As you might expect, we were taking some terrible risks by being lovers.
We had to be careful to only make love whenever our was at work or
when we knew she'd be gone for a few hours. Occasionally, we'd have to
find other places to "do our dirt," as the folks say - parks,
abandoned houses, and other such places. Whenever we had to resort to
these alternatives, we also had to be very careful that we weren't seen.
Even though Lisa and I usually hung out together during school and after,
it would have been hard to explain why someone saw us coming out of an
abandoned building. Despite any of this, we actually only had one real
scare during our time together as lovers.
I was over at the public swimming pool one fine summer day diving with
the when I saw Lisa enter the pool area. What really caught my
attention was she wasn't dressed for swimming - but I really didn't pay
much attention to it. As I stood on the high dive preparing to attempt a
21/2, I saw a guy Lisa was talking to point in the direction of the diving
boards. Lisa looked where he was pointing, saw me on the board, and waved
before making her way over to the diving area.
Still not giving her presence much thought, I launched in my dive
attempt, which failed miserably. Stinging from my graceless impact with
the water and the razzing from the guys, I walked over to where Lisa was
standing.
"You missed that one pretty bad," Lisa said as she handed me my towel.
"Yeah," I said after wiping my face. "I didn't have enough rotation.
What brings you over here?"
"I need to talk to you about something," Lisa said, her voice so low I
could barely hear her over the other noises in the pool.
"Talk to me about what?" I asked.
"It's really important," she said, looking around the immediate area to
see if anyone was listening.
"Okay, start talking," I said, wiping the rest of the water off my face.
"Not here," Lisa replied. She took me by the arm and led me away from
the dive area. "Get dressed - I'll meet you out front."
I went into the boys' locker room to do as Lisa asked, wondering what
was so important. Five minutes later, I was walking through the park with
Lisa. I waited until we were well away from the pool before stopping
alongside a large tree.
"So, what's going on?" I asked, spreading my damp towel out so we'd have
somewhere to sit.
"I was wondering how you'd feel about being a father," Lisa said. "You
ever think about having children?"
I was a little miffed - she dragged me away from the pool just to ask me
this? "Sure," I said after a moment. "I hope to have a few kids down the
road. Why are you asking me this?"
"I was asking because, um..."
"Because what?" I asked, barely holding on to whatever patience I had.
"Because I think I'm pregnant," Lisa blurted out.
At first, I didn't think I heard her correctly. I recycled her last
words through my brain and realized I did hear it right. A nanosecond
later, I could feel my heart begin to swell with joy... right before the
whole thing hit home. "Pregnant?" I asked stupidly.
"Yep - I haven't gotten my period yet," Lisa said while looking at the
ground.
"Oh, shit," I muttered. See, even though we knew about rubbers and all
that, the thought of me getting my pregnant just never really
occurred to me. Oh, we tried fucking with a condom once and we both hated
how it felt... or how it didn't feel.
"You got that right," Lisa agreed. "You know what this means, don't
you?"
Did I ever. I knew that it wouldn't take long to figure out that
since Lisa didn't have any boyfriends, there was only one way she could
have gotten knocked up. For an instant, I could feel that terrible beating
I had gotten a while ago - but that wouldn't even come close to the type of
pain would inflict on me once she figured it out. Let me put it to you
like this: dying would be preferable.
"Jesus, Lisa," I said. "I never thought about this."
"Neither did I," Lisa admitted. She reached over and patted my
shoulder. "Look, if it means anything, I don't blame you for this."
"Really? It's a damned shame Mom's not going to agree with you - she's
going to kill me!"
"Not if I blame it on someone else."
"Say what?"
"You heard me. All I have to do is give it up to one of these around here that wants to fuck me and pin the whole mess on them. Come on,
let's go home."
My brain was still working on blaming someone else so when I looked up
at Lisa, I can imagine I looked pretty goofy. "Go home? For what?"
"Well," Lisa began with a smile, "Mom got called into work early and
we've got the whole house to ourselves."
I understood that without any problems believe me. I stood up and
gathered the towel before we hurried home. Since we lived right across the
street from the pool, it didn't take us very long to get home. Once
inside, I headed for the stairs, only to be stopped by Lisa.
"Now what?" I asked. "I thought you wanted to fuck?"
"I do - but not upstairs. Let's do it right here in the living room!"
For a girl, Lisa has a pretty devious mind. I answered her by starting
to strip, my cock already filling with hot blood. Once Lisa was as naked
as I was, we made our way to the sofa, our lips locked together and our
hands feeling each other up like it was nobody's business. Lisa's strong
fingers had me fully erect in no time flat and the room was filled with the
obscene sounds of slurping and heavy breathing.
"Ricky, you make me so hot," Lisa whispered as I tongued a nipple. "I
don't ever want this to stop."
"Neither do I," I managed to say while switching from one nipple to the
other." As Lisa purred with contentment, I made my way down to her spicy
honey pot, burying my face in her hair and breathing in her heady
scent. Knowing what I wanted to do next - and wanting me to do it - Lisa
spread her legs to admit me.
I worked my tongue along the length of her juicy gash, savoring the
heavenly taste of my sister's pussy. I didn't have to see her to know that
Lisa's eyes were closed and her mouth was open as I worked my slithering
tongue into her snatch.
"Oh, yeah - eat my pussy, Ricky! Suck my kitty!"
I spent the next twenty minutes eating Lisa's raw, losing myself
in my oral pursuit to make her happy. By the time she begged me to stop,
my darling had experienced no less than five spine chilling
climaxes. I sat back to examine my handiwork, taking a rather perverse
pride in knowing that I was responsible for bringing her so much joy.
"Put that big motherfucker in me," Lisa hissed. "Stretch my like
you always do, Ricky! Fill my 'til I can't take any more!"
And fill her I did, shoving my hardness into her so hard and fast it
took her breath away... as well as my own. I paused for just a moment to
relish the feel of her tight wetness around me and to burn with the heat of
my lust for her. Beneath me, Lisa was smiling.
"Tell me something?" Lisa asked.
"Hmm?"
"What does it feel like to be inside of me?"
"I don't really know," I said as I settled onto my elbows. "It feels
good, though."
Lisa laughed at my non-answer. "Other than that, I mean."
I closed my eyes in an attempt to capture what I was feeling and put it
into word that made sense. "It feels... wet and tight in some places, wet
and loose in other places," I said, focusing on the sensations enveloping
me. "It's very warm, too; it's like I can feel your heart beating against
my dick."
"Probably because you've got it in up to my eyes," Lisa quipped. She
started to move slowly, gyrating her hips and grinding her mound into the
base of my cock. Lisa held onto my ass as if I were going to get up and
leave any second, her fingers kneading each cheek in turn.
I had just about enough of being still. Taking a deep breath, I
withdrew my cock until about half of it remained buried in Lisa's
slickness. I waited until I reached a mental three-count before plunging
back inside my loving as if trying to nail her cute ass to the
floor.
"Ahh, that's it," Lisa said, her voice low and husky. "Pound my pussy,
big - pound the shit out of it! Fuck me until I come!"
I doubled my efforts, each downward thrust causing my balls to slap
against her ass as I fucked the entire length of my dick into Lisa's juicy
quim. At one point, I buried myself to the hilt, taking great manly pride
in hearing her startled gasp as I came in contact with her cervix.
"Oh, shit! I'm gonna..." Lisa screamed just as a river of girl-cum
poured out of her. "Do it now, Ricky! Cream my NOW!!"
In moments like this, it was hard to say no to Lisa. Even as I
struggled to maintain control, I could feel my balls tightening and my cock
growing longer and thicker inside of Lisa. The sensation rushed to a
single point and held me there for a moment. "Oh, my," I whispered as I
fell off the edge, plummeting into an orgasmic chasm of epic proportions
with jet after jet of hot, incestuous, lovely sperm coated Lisa's inner
walls. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and, for some reason I
couldn't seem to move. In my mind (or what was left of it), I wanted to
keep right on pounding Lisa until she couldn't walk - but my body just
wasn't responding to anything other than filling her with my seed.
Part II, Chapter Five
We must have laid in the floor for, oh, about an hour before either of
us was in any shape to even think about moving. Before the night was
through, we made love in the kitchen, the bathroom and - thrill of thrills
- in our mother's bed. We had to be kinda careful in Mom's bed, especially
since the floodgates really opened whenever Lisa came. I pretty much
ruined my bath towel...
As things turned out, Lisa wasn't pregnant. Mom, somehow aware of
Lisa's cycle, was very concerned about the one she missed and took Lisa to
the doctor to get checked out. When they left the house, both and Lisa
looked worried, albeit for different reasons.
I sat around the house worrying about how I was going to explain
knocking up my sister. A couple of hours had gone by and I was no closer
to a credible explanation when I heard the unmistakable sound of Mom's
beat-up Pontiac pulling up. It was all I could do to look disinterested as
they came into the house.
"Well, I just hope you listened to what Dr. Mayberry had to say," was saying as she hung up her jacket. "Where I'm not surprised that you're
sexually active, you have to take certain precautions to make sure you
don't get pregnant or catch some disease."
"I understood what she was saying, Mom. I'm sorry I never told you
about me being active, but, well, I was afraid you'd be mad at me," Lisa
said while turning in my direction, her face totally unreadable.
"You just remember to take those pills every day," said. She walked
past me and gave me a playful punch on the arm. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing. I was just sitting here reading. What's wrong with Lisa?"
"There's nothing wrong with your sister, thank God. I just wanted her
to have a checkup by someone who deals with problems," said.
"Don't go too far from the house - dinner will be ready in about an hour!"
Lisa and I grabbed our jackets as headed upstairs. Once outside, I got
the lowdown on her visit to the doctor.
"Are you mad that I'm not pregnant?" Lisa asked.
"Sort of," I admitted. "I mean, it would have been nice, but would
have killed me, you know?"
"Yeah, I think I understand. I guess the bad news for me is that found out that I've been fucking and I had to listen to a lecture about
that," Lisa said, clearly not happy about having her "secret" exposed.
"You know - she would have figured it out eventually," I said.
Lisa nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I wish I knew how she did that."
We walked in the general direction of the park without saying the one
thing that should have been said as a result of all of this. Finally, the
suspense was too much for me to take.
"Lisa?"
"Yeah?"
"Does this mean we can't do it anymore?"
"What are you talking about? Now that I'm taking birth control pills,
we can fuck all we want to!"
"Oh! Those were the pills was talking about?" Even as I asked the
question, I knew that I wouldn't have to give up my precious lover.
"Damn right," Lisa said. "Mom said that if I was going to do it, I had
to be safe about it."
We turned back and headed for home, exchanging small talk along the way
about how nice it would be the next time we made love. We didn't realize
it at the time, but we had already made love for the last time. The
following week, Lisa met Lou and I met Cindy, the people we'd eventually
marry.
But I'll never forget the joy and happiness given to me by my forbidden
love...
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