0 comments/ 3995 views/ 3 favorites Avery and Jenna Pt. 02: Forbidden By: Michael_Calvin Avery slowly shook his head. Around it was a soft pillow. He wiped his eyes with his hands. He quickly reached and turned off his alarm clock. It was always annoying. He hopped out of bed, and headed across his room. Suddenly, his feet were stopped by something on the ground. He stopped moving, and walked around his K-Swiss shoes that were there. Recently, he changed his style up. He still wore a lot of Fubu, but Southpole and Sean Jean, and maybe some Karl Kani on the side. I walked, half-asleep, over to his stairs, and let them down to the second floor. His dog, loyal and much bigger than last year, sat at the side of the steps, waiting for him to come down. When he let the stairs down, the dog was awakened from his sleep, and quickly ran up the stairs. Avery shook his dog a little bit, and let him past. He walked into the bathroom, took his shower, and hopped out. The dream involving Jenna had occurred a month prior, and yet, Avery was having trouble releasing himself from it. There was only one week remaining in Senior Year, and still, the dream he had about Jenna was fresh. For some reason, it continued to run through his head. Avery could remember especially how good Jenna felt, even though when he woke up, he was in the Chorus room with Erin. The feeling of Jenna's hot body on his made him almost fall back into depression. Jenna and Avery no longer spoke to each other. When he did see her, he often tried to say something, but because of his former lust for her, it's hard to even look her in the face. He never actually had feelings for her, he realized. He just wanted to have sex with her, and that's about it. He did, however, want her as a friend. It was no dream that he had asked her out twice before, and both times he had been turned down. Things were different now. Avery had lost a lot of weight, put some muscles on, and got serious about writing music. Senior year was about to end, and he would be a high school graduate soon. He wore a white Snoop Dogg short set. He ran out of the house, his bookbag on his back, and unlocked the doors to his new Infinity with his remote. He threw his bookbag on the passenger seat, and started driving away to school. Images of Jenna's naked body continued to play through his mind. He couldn't help but think about the way her lips felt pressed against his; her body thrashing on his as she had that single incredible climax. He shook his head as the light turned green. His obsession with Jenna had ended almost and abruptly as their conversation. Avery knew that truly, there was one girl he loved, Sara. He had spent four years as her friend, and he couldn't deny the fact that his heart still skipped beats when she was around. Sara returned, soon after all the pain and strife, to being his friend. There was less physical embrace as there was when the two of them were younger, but it didn't bother him. He did admit that she felt so wonderful in his arms, but he wouldn't let his mind wander past that point. Avery was unaware whether or not Jessica was dating someone new, but that particular part of the dream hit him as he prepared to turn onto the strip. She and he had become stronger friends since they kissed. He almost did a song with her, that is, until she lost her voice, and Avery ended up doing a duet with Alina for the final Chorus concert of the year. "Avery!" someone called from behind him. He knew that voice all too well. He turned around to see Jenna speedily walking toward him. His apathetic attitude erased from his face, and found refuge in his mind as he faked a smile, and responded back to her. "Hey Jenna," he said in his low, half-boy, half-man tone. "How are you?" she asked, walking beside him. Avery didn't look her in the face, just continued to look forward, an improvement from the past. "Pretty good, I guess. I'm a little tired." He always said he was tired, even if he wasn't. "Aw. I'm sorry. How's French going?" "Boring without you or Sara. I miss you guys a lot," he said. He actually wasn't certain if he missed her or Sara, but saying it would make her think as though he did. Browny points for him. "Aww! That's so sweet." She grabbed his arm and squeezed it against her head. It was her signature embrace. He had become accustomed to it, but this one was different. He could feel something hidden deep within her. His instincts had matured over the years in high school, and very seldom were they wrong. "So, what else is going on?" he asked, trying to shake the feeling off. "Nothing much, just happy that AP exams are over." "Yeah, me too. Listen, I'm staying after school to practice singing. Why don't I give you a ride home and you can listen to me sing," he offered. It just flowed from his mouth. With just a few simple words he had betrayed everything he would made status quo about Jenna. "Sure, why not. I have nothing else to do for once," she answered. It was a hurried response, almost as if she were excited by the very words. Avery sat in Chorus class. It was about twenty minutes until the class was to end, and decided that he had had enough of being bored. He packed his stuff, and left the classroom. The hallway was long, with some kind of ramp towards the bathrooms and the other hallways. It was one he had traveled many times before, so it didn't bother him. As he approached his French class, he decided to sneak a peek inside. Things looked pretty boring in there. He knocked on the door, and walked in. He was warmly accepted by Sara, who always opened her arms to give him a hug. It was like a tradition not to be broken. It was so much so that when they saw each other and didn't hug, it felt unusual. Avery kept his eyes open, and saw Jenna standing with his French teacher, Mme. Renee. She was holding a piece of paper and smiling. Her smile always made Avery melt inside. "What's up babe?" Sara asked. Avery wondered what made him so popular in her eyes that his name could be replaced by such euphemisms as babe or baby, but he didn't care. Why wonder? "Nothing, just came by to bring some color to the class, that's all," he said. He enjoyed the fact that he was one of the only black students taking French IV. Jenna finished talking with Mme., and with that, he walked on over to her, being as smooth as he possibly could. He gave her a hug tightly, squeezing her around her waist. She closed her eyes, remembering how good it actually felt to be held. She let him go, but Avery kept his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him. Her smile stayed on her face, a hint of excitement added on by the way Avery was holding her. She liked it. "What's going on?" he asked her with a sly smile on his face "Nothing. I'm looking forward to hearing you later on today. You better not disappoint me." "Oh, I promise not to disappoint," he answered back, still holding her around her waist. With that, he hugged her again, traded farewells, and left for lunch, and for DE English, the last class of the day. The class didn't go like any other class. There seemed to be a kind of uneasy feeling in the air. Avery's could sense it was coming from somewhere, but didn't really care. It was the last week that he would be in high school, and soon he would be singing to what he considered a very sexy redhead. The bell rang, freedom had been granted to them. He quickly grabbed his bag, put his earphones on, turned on some Nas, and walked into the busy hallway. He pushed his way through the people. He was, after all, much bigger than most of them were. Even taller guys would give way when Avery pushed into them. He himself was pretty solid everywhere. He caught a quick look at Erin, who recently dated Chandler and broke up with him for a few reasons. Avery knew that Chandler was only after sex, but he was no better. He did lust after Jenna for half a year. As Avery traversed to the Chorus room, he realized there was a problem. Jenna and him, alone in a room, singing to her God knows what. What's to keep the lust from coming back? Avery thought nothing of it. He continued down the hallway. He could feel butterflies as Jessica passed him. Her eyes locked with his, and for a minute, there was a timeless, weightless existence he knew all too well. "Hey boy!" she said. Avery was in shock, but he quickly shook off the trance. "What's going on?" he replied, hugging her small, tan body. He remembered his daydream and how vital a role she played in it, and it played tricks on his mind constantly, more so when Jessica was around. "Make sure you call me this summer," she said, in a sexy but innocent tone. "I will," he replied in an affirmative voice, but the sensitive ear could detect a nudge of nervousness. "Okay, I'm sure I will see you later, okay?" she said, opening her arms a second time. "Okay, have fun," Avery said, accepting her embrace with one of his own. The Chorus room was empty, except for Mrs. Bonnet, who was getting ready to leave the classroom. Avery placed his stuff down on the table, and searched around for signs of life other than the obvious. Nothing. The room was quiet, and there was a certain peace in the room; one that would surely be disturbed if he turned on his music now. He walked to Mrs. Bonnet, as he always does. "Hey, Mrs. Bonnet," he said, in a kind of hello and goodbye mixed sound. "Hey Avery!" she said. Her eyes were always large when he was there. "Is it okay if I use this room after school?" he asked. She hesitated for a moment before answering. "Okay, but you have to keep the doors closed," she said. He understood why. The yearbooks were in the room. Both Jenna and he had yearbooks, so there wasn't much use for spares. Mrs. Bonnet locked up the office, and took off, but not without first letting Avery open the stereo. He sat down, singing softly to himself. Down the hall, he could hear someone heading toward the room. He didn't know who is was, but he had an idea. THE CHORUS ROOM (DREAMS COME TRUE) A pull at the door shook Avery from his singing state. He turned around to open the door. Unfortunately, Mrs. Bonnet had put up paper to keep people from seeing inside the room. As the door opened, Avery saw Jenna, beautiful curly red hair and all, along with a smile on her face. Avery's resistance dropped almost immediately. There was no way he was going to be able to do this without touching her. "Hey Avery!" she exclaimed, passing him to place her bags on the table. Avery's eyes followed her across the room. Her hips moved in a hypnotic fashion, and his eyes followed them perfectly. "Hey, what's up?" he choked out. He was so close to choking that he coughed a few times. He cleared his throat and resituated himself. Jenna found a chair in the room, and lowered herself into it. Avery could feel the sweat coming up already. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. "Hey, let me get a drink of water quickly," he said. "Okay," she answered, still having a smile on her face. He quickly walked out of the chorus room, and walked the small hallway to get a drink of water. When he reached the water fountain, he saw through the corner of his eyes Sara, probably waiting for a ride or something. He gently let the fountain stop, and tiptoed over to the theater doors, where he could hide. He could sense she was looking down the hallway. He gently craned his neck to see if she was still looking, which she wasn't. In fact, she was walking forward toward the main doors that led to the outside. He gently tiptoed back into the hallway, and knocked on the Chorus room door. Less than five seconds passed before Jenna opened the door. "Thanks," he said, passing by her to get into the room. "I'm waiting Avery," she said. He knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be treated like a princess; nay, a queen. She wanted him to sing to her. Going through his CD collection, he needed a good CD with plenty of songs to sing. He needed to think of something to do before he started. Soon, he realized that most of his songs were the kind of songs you listen to when you're about to have sex with a girl. CLICK! That's it. He would tempt her, push her buttons, and turn her on, more than she's ever been before. He knew he could do it, so he searched for a mixed CD with just the perfect song to start off. "Okay, here we go," he said. He turned on the stereo, put the CD in, and programmed it. "Come here," he commanded as the stereo sat reading the disk. She stood up, and walked over to him. He put his hands on her waist, and turned her around. She wasn't expectant of this, but it didn't really frighten or bother her. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, the first time in almost a year. Her cute butt was at perfect balance with his crotch, which had yet to catch on fire. "I wanna tease you..." "Nobody" by Keith Sweat. It was the perfect song. Her face flamed with embarrassment at the selection. He started singing it in a deeper, sexier tone. She quickly put her face in her hands, but soon straightened her composure. As the chorus hit, he started moving her side to side. She finally came around, and moved with him. She turned her head to the direction of his voice. His words pierced through her very soul. When the girl's part of the song came on, she started singing, just like the girl on the song. He absorbed what he could. Her beauty kept him from getting all of it. As the chorus came on the second time, he joined her, and finally the breakdown, where they silently sang to each other. Avery could tell she was getting aroused, but he wasn't finished. As the song ended, he whispered the last few ad libs of the song in her ear. She smiled, and turned her head forward again. He knew there was something coming on that was even better than "Nobody". Slowly, the song began. He softly sang in her ear, not trying to blow her head off. He gently reached forward, and kissed her neck. She jumped up a bit, not expecting this from him, but she didn't mind it. It was very seldom that he kissed her anywhere, but it was especially bold of him to kiss her on her neck, so close near the erogenous zone underneath her ear. "Take 'em off, throw 'em down, come here..." "50 Candles" by Boyz II Men. He knew that she couldn't take much more of this. It was true. Jenna's body was reacting to his voice, his arms around her waist, and most importantly, the kiss he had given her on her neck, that particular spot. Only one person had actually found the spot before. It had sent shockwaves through her body that were only being perpetuated by his voice and the song flowing in her ear. As the hook neared, he changed his voice to make it sound even sexier. He knew that after this song, he would have her, but it wasn't over just yet. "Feels like one of those nights...lady I'm in need..." Jenna was hot, hotter than ever. Avery could feel the heat spreading like wildfire coming from her body. She closed her eyes even tighter, not wanting to ruin the moment she was having with him. The words flowed through her body like a virus, infecting her brain first, that in turn told her body to react in the most erotic ways. She was turned on more so than ever in her short nineteen years. As the second verse started, he stopped singing to kiss her again on the neck, on the same place. This time it was a little more intimate; more love and compassion was in it. He accidentally left a little saliva on her neck. She didn't move to wipe it away; so neither did Avery. That kiss greatly intensified her aroused state. Her legs nearly gave way. The sweat was building on her back, her forehead, and her legs. As the rap started, he spoke the words. She smiled, her eyes still closed. She was wrapped up, happy, content as a little school girl that just received a lollipop. Her body was on fire, so much so that if anyone else had touched them, they may have gotten a first degree burn. As the song ended, he sang even more gently. She could barely hear him. His voice was like aphrodisiac to her. The song finished. The singing had ceased, but the fire was still burning strong. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2...1" "Uhh Ahh" by Boyz II Men. As the song started, the heat in the Chorus room could be felt outside the doors by anyone just merely passing by. The air was heavy, and even Avery was having a hard time getting in a full breath. As he started singing, Jenna felt her body give way. She fell back into him. He caught her, and picked her up. He sat her back in the chair, and pulled one up behind her. She grabbed his arms, and put them back to the original position. The hook began. " Uhh ahh, Ohhhh Ahh..." She leaned back into him while holding her balance on the chair, making sure she didn't slide off. He looked over her at her body. Her shirt was covered in her sweat. She was wearing a modest shirt. Jenna hardly ever showed any skin, unless it was her legs. It made her even more a tease. Her nipples had grown up like a young child into a fully developed adult. Taking a chance on the second verse, he lifted up her shirt a little bit to rub her stomach. Finding another erogenous zone sent Jenna into waves of ecstasy. She would have had an orgasm right then and there, had she not held herself back from doing it. With the second hook beginning and the rap afterward, Avery thought of many other things to do to her. When the rap began, he started kissing her neck more, planting small kisses on the soft flesh of her neck. He kissed softly but firmly. Her body reacted to it. The familiar feeling of ecstasy swept across her body again. She let out a little moan that told him not to stop. He kissed around her spot, teasing her, playing tricks on her mind. His hands were resting, like watchdogs, on her naked stomach. But as he kissed her, the dogs were awakened to pursue her stomach. He gently ran his fingers on her stomach, also teasing her. Her mind worked double time to absorb his hands on her stomach and his lips on her neck. She was so close. All Avery had to do was speak or sing again, and the flood gates would be opened. As the rap ended and the song returned to the hook, Avery-he had grown bolder since the beginning- kissed the spot on her neck, and began to massage the spot on her stomach. What she felt she wasn't ready for. It started in her thighs, shattering her bones and muscles, creating ripples that went through her legs, stopping the blood flow, down her nerves, and straight into her feet. Her toes went straight. It resonated in her stomach. Her diaphragm slammed against her abdomen, intensifying the feeling. Her stomach quivered as his hands remained planted there. It sped past Avery's hands, echoing on the walls of her breasts, making her nipples hard and sensitive. It spilled over into her shoulders, running a race down both of her arms, and out her fingers. It hit her brain like a jackhammer, smashing her senses and dulling her train of thought. The feeling was elongated by Avery's voice, deep and sexy. Her breathing had grown sharp. She struggled into between the waves of pure bliss to breathe in. Nirvana had been achieved. She had lost herself. Avery sat behind her, knowing what he had done. She had given in completely as her back went flaccid. She was putting her full weight onto him. He happily accepted it, knowing he weighed more and was strong enough to hold her up. She staggered breathed for an eternity. She couldn't open her eyes. Pure animal lust had taken over her body, and she could do nothing but lay back and enjoy as it claimed her body as its vessel. The song ended, but the heat in the room was hot enough to melt sand. Avery was sweating himself. He didn't initially plan to make Jenna cum, but it happened. She lied back, her senses finally returning. Her straightened arms, legs, fingers, and toes had lost all their strength and were limp. Her nipples were so sore that her bra containing them stung to the touch. Her shirt was completely soaked in her sweat. Her blood burned with the aftermath of her climax. Her pants were drenched with sweat. She was a soaked mess, which made Avery wonder how wet her panties were. Her breathing wasn't as sharp as it was before. Sisqo's "Thong Song" played. He no longer needed the music. The damage, or rather, the pleasure, had already been done. Avery, as expected, was rock hard through his pants. She finally reached a kind of equilibrium, but she knew their friendship would never be the same after that. Avery and Jenna Pt. 02: Forbidden "Wow, Avery," she barely managed to say. "Are you okay?" he questioned in a half sexy half serious tone. "Yeah, I think so. I can't really move though," she exclaimed. With that, he put his arms under hers, and helped her lift herself up. She adjusted her shirt, pulling it back down. She fixed her hair, which was also soaked with her emanation. After she was situated and comfortable again, she put her hands in her lap, and looked down. "That was the strongest orgasm I've ever had in my life," she confessed. She had a look of confusion, satisfaction, and embarrassment on her face molding into one. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, which Avery caught in his hand and wiped away. He leaned forward and kissed her on her cheek. She leaned back a little as he did this. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it." He was telling the truth, but not the whole truth. He ran his hands through her hair, which still held remnants of sweat. "It's okay. I guess I should be thankful," she said with a kind of happy tone. She deeply and sharply breathed outward. "You ready to leave?" Avery asked. "Yeah, let's go," she answered. "But before we can go, I need to use the bathroom. I think I may have ruined my underwear." THAT EVENING Whether it was the orgasm he gave Jenna in the Chorus room or the car ride home when they talked (they actually had an intellectual conversation), he wasn't sure, but suddenly Avery was feeling better than ever. He was disappointed that he didn't get a chance to see any more of Jenna's body. He had made a dream come true, but it hadn't fully been played out. Avery sat at his computer, listening to Evanescence. "My God, my tourniquet, return to me salvation..." "Tourniquet" was a great song and one of his favorites from the album. All he could think about was the way Jenna moved her body when she had that orgasm. He was sure she ruined her panties from it. Avery could smell her hair on his shirt. It was a pleasant scent, one that aroused him. He breathed deeply of it. He exhaled the pain of his past, and breathed in the pleasure of his present. Avery had no actual intentions of making her cum, let alone giving her the strongest orgasm of her life, but it was good to hear that. He didn't even have to finger her or rub her tits, which made Avery think of how aroused she would have become if he had. "Would she have let me take her right there in the Chorus room?" He wondered, thought about it some more, and then stopped as the telephone rang. "Hello?" "Hey Avery!" Jenna said happily. "Hey, what's up?" he said. He was surprised she actually called him. He was happy, nonetheless. "Nothing much, just wanted to say thank you for earlier today. I really needed to relieve that tension. Getting close to graduation is so stressful," she revealed. As beautiful a girl as Jenna was, she should have no problem finding someone to help her with her sexual frustration. But Jenna had such high standards. He was honored that he somehow met them. "You're welcome babe, any time," he said. "Listen, I was actually wondering if maybe tomorrow I can pay you back?" she offered. Avery immediately became interesting in knowing how she was going to do this. "Sure, tomorrow will be fine Jenna," he said in an affirmative and agreeable manner. "Great! See you tomorrow then." Her sexy, cascading tone toward the end of the line made Avery's senses go wild. "Okay babe." "Bye." "Bye." He hung up the phone, and sat back in his chair. He leaned back into it. "What could that sexy redhead be planning?" he said out loud. "What sexy redhead?" It was Avery's stepsister, Alicia. Her second year of college at NYU had ended, and she was staying with Avery for the summer, like she did every summer since she'd known him. She was a knock-out Latina, short, maybe about 5'4", but she had long, smooth, tan legs that would make any man's jaw fall to the ground. Her hair was long and black with a hint of red in it. It stretched to her shoulders, but stopped there. She had big brown eyes, a petite nose, perfectly round mouth, and full, pink lips, perfect for kissing. She wore a white tank-top shirt and white shorts with pink lines in them that showed plenty of leg. There wasn't much cleavage that could be seen, but Avery knew it was there. She had to be at least a double D. "No one, just some girl from school," he answered back, after consuming her full frontal, the way he always does. "Uh huh, well anyway, I'm sleeping up here tonight because this entire house is like an ice cube," she said. She laid her small, slender body on his futon couch. Avery's eyes followed her, watching her every action. He was so into her that he didn't even hear the phone ringing again. "Hello" "Hey!" It was Sara! Of all people to call him, she called. How random is this day going to be? "What's crackin?" he asked her, putting on his witty voice. "Nothing. Just wanted to call and see what you were doing," she said. She sounded lonely. Avery was more than happy to talk to her. "Oh, nothing's going on over here. Just chilling by the computer, listening to music," he said. "Tourniquet" had ended, and now he was playing "Ascension of the Spirit", a beautiful sounding song, but it had no lyrics, just music. "That's cool. What are you listening to?" she asked. "Some crazy background song by Evanescence," he said. "Cool! You like them?" "Yeah, but their older album Origin is better than Fallen." "Origin?" she questioned, having no idea what he was talking about. "Yeah, how about I stop by tomorrow and let you listen to it?" "Yeah, sure, that would be great. I get a chance to see you before you disappear like you do every summer," she said sarcastically. "Okay then, I'll do that, but I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?" "Okay," she said. "See you tomorrow!" "Okay, peace." He hung up the phone. His eyes returned to his stepsister. Her beautiful, petite body lying on his black couch began to boil his blood. He looked away, feeling as though she were teasing him. He looked at his computer screen, and clicked the start button, scrolled upward to programs, highlighted fun and games, and clicked on FreeCell. He had become a master of FreeCell, much like Casino Solitaire a while ago. He began to play, but as he played, he could see Alicia in the computer screen. Flawless caramel skin, long, shapely legs, gorgeous breasts heaving up and down with her breathing. He could think of nothing more than lust for her, lust for his stepsister! At last, he clicked the last ace, which sent nearly all of the cards to the top. He clicked the last few cards, and won the FreeCell game. He turned around and gave Alicia his full attention. What an angel lain before him. He gently walked to her, and kneeled down in front of her. He barely breathed, not wanting to disturb her rest. Should he leave her alone? Should he touch her, rouse her from her slumber? He licked his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hand onto her forehead first. He placed one finger, two, three, four, until his whole hand gently touched her forehead. He rubbed it, one side to the other. She moaned a little bit. He stopped at this. Had he woken her? No, she still remained idle. He rubbed her forehead softer. Holding in a breath, he moved his hand down her cheek. Her skin was incredibly soft. He wasn't deserving enough to touch her. He slowed down as he reached her chin. He ran his fingers gently over her lips. He removed them only to rub them on his, and then put them back on hers. She moaned again. This time, it was longer with a hint of passion. He breathed for the first time in three minutes, and held his breath again. He ran his hand down her neck, finally reaching the top of her shirt. "Avery?" she called out weakly. He quickly moved his hand from her chest. "Yeah?" he whispered. "Would you turn down the air conditioner? This old house is so drafty" she asked. She was pretty much naked right under the vent, so of course she was cold. "Here, sit up for a minute," he commanded. She did as he said. He sat right above her head, and she lay back down, falling comfortably in his arms. She took his hands in hers. "Is that better?" She let out a small moan of gratification. "Much better." Her eyes remained closed. Her body felt warm and soft, like a large pillow that had just come from the dryer. Her hair had a strong fragrance to it, which is breathed in deeply. He looked down her body. He realized that he could see down her shirt, but her breasts held no contest to her lips, absolutely perfect. He breathed in again. Taking a chance, he leaned forward and placed his wet lips on hers. The heavens opened up, the choir sang, and the sun broke through the dark, black rain clouds. Her lips were soft, wet, and quite inviting. He sat there for a moment, his lips planted firmly on hers. Then something happened. She began to kiss him back, moving her mouth around his. Her hand grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him into her. Slowly, their mouths closed around one another's. "Mmmmm," Alicia moaned, obviously enjoying the taste of her younger stepbrother. He slowly inserted his tongue in her mouth, massaging her tongue with his. Their tongues rolled around in her mouth as their lips stood still. The sensation made Avery catch on fire. They switched to opposite sides, kissing deeply into each other's psyches. His tongue retreated as her tongue, now the aggressor, was on the attack, rubbing his tongue in his mouth. She pulled him down a little harder, still not finished with kissing him. Finally, they removed their mouths from each other, their tongues still rubbing together. Long bridges of mixed saliva connected their lips. At last, the bridges gave way, their tongues went back to the rightful owner, and all was at peace again. Avery opened his eyes to see Alicia smiling. She licked the remnants of his lips away from her lips, still tasting him in her mouth. He did the same. She giggled a little bit, like a small child. "I love you, too, Avery." THE NEXT DAY Avery stood in his bathroom, trimming up his mustache and beard. His mother always complained that he was too young to have a beard, but Avery wanted one anyway. If he wasn't too young to grow one, he wasn't too young to have one. He wore a pair of blue Karl Kani jeans. He liked the way they fit. His shirt was still downstairs in the living room. He had just finished as Alicia walked in the bathroom. She was wearing a low-cut black tank top and a pair of small blue jean shorts. Avery immediately said the first thing that came to his mind. "Damn Alicia, you look sexy," he admitted. She smiled at him through the mirror. She rubbed his stomach. Avery still had a little stomach, no matter what he did to get rid of it. "So do you cutie," she said. Everything she said to Avery was sexy, and it always tempted him. The only time he'd actually given in to her was last night when he kissed her. Alicia, however, took the kiss as Avery's brotherly way of saying he loved her, which he did very much. She loved him, but didn't look at him in a manner different from loving stepbrother until last night. Now she saw him for what he was, a gentle, kind, and lovable giant. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and placed her head under his left arm. "You're so not leaving me here today," she whispered. "I have to. I'll be back soon," he said to her. He put his hand on her back, like a father reassuring his daughter that he will return. Alicia jutted her bottom lip out, and quickly put on a pouty face. She lifted up from his abdomen, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Listen, don't worry about last night. It was a nice surprise," Alicia said. She was looking Avery deep in his eyes. Had she looked any deeper, she might have found the guilt and conviction he harvested for doing the deed. "Okay, but I think I shouldn't have done it." "Well, you shouldn't have, but it was still nice," she said, putting a smile back on her face. Avery exhaled to his right, looking at himself in the mirror, then looked downward. Alicia pulled him down into her, and kissed his forehead. It was a long and sweet embrace, the kind a wife would give to her husband. He could feel her saliva on her lips. All Avery wanted to do was taste her again, but he knew he couldn't. He shouldn't have in the first place. She removed her lips from his forehead. The look in her eyes was familiar to Avery. He'd seen it once before in a dream. He licked his lips, as if preparing to dive for hers, but his inhibitions told him not to. His hands were down by his side, hanging there idle. Alicia grabbed his arms gently but firmly, and put them around her waist. She returned to his neck, lifted herself up, and kissed him again on the forehead. Their roles had changed. She was now the mother, kissing her son goodbye, giving him her love as he walked off to his first day of school, letting him know that she'd be there when he got home. She fell back flat on her feet and looked into his eyes, which were still looking downward to the ground. His face was blank, almost as if he had become a breathing statue. Alicia's heart opened up to him when she saw him like that. She took her left hand, and lifted his head up with her chin. Avery, returning to reality, felt her hand, and finished the gesture himself. Alicia, looking deep into his big, dark brown eyes, could feel what was wrong with Avery. He was fighting, fighting hard to keep from kissing her again. She looked down, as Avery did, then looked up again. "Avery, I would if I could, believe me, but...I just can't," she said. Avery knew what she meant. She began to loosen up her grip on her neck when suddenly, Avery launched for her lips. She stepped back out of fear, but to her surprise, he turned, and left an imprint of his love on her left cheek. He lifted his arms, and gave her a hug, resting his head on her shoulder. She kept her hands near his neck, but now they were nesting him on her shoulder. "I love you," he said, barely audible, but she heard it, loud and clear. Her heart skipped a beat. Her senses went numb. All she could think about was the words he had just spoken. They cut through her resistance, whatever resistance she had left after he kissed her last night. She opened her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was feeling for him, love for him as a stepbrother, but much more than that. She closed her eyes, and started running her hands through his hair. "I love you, too," she whispered to him. They released each other. Avery finished up, and left. Alicia, watching him from the window upstairs, began to cry, knowing she had hurt his feelings, and hers in the process. She wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'll make it right, Avery, I promise." BACK TO THE CHORUS ROOM The day went so well that Avery completely forgot what had happened between Alicia and him. Most of the day was pretty standard, that is, until Avery got into fourth block, the block he shared with Tiffany. She was a petite redhead, and extremely beautiful. She was a genius, smarter than anyone Avery had ever known. He asked her to go with him to the junior prom, but she was leaving out of town. What he failed to ask her was if she weren't leaving to go out of town, would she still have said no? He should have said more to her, but it was so difficult, being the quiet person Avery was. He was always planning, sitting by himself, pondering the mysteries of the life he lived. He signed her yearbook with a lovely rhyme he heard. "Vivo Latti, got mo' head than I got body" It was time to leave. Avery headed to the Chorus room, where the theater people were getting ready to leave. Jenna was among them, and so was Richard. Richard and Avery had been friends since they both started high school, and they were inseparable when put together. He gave Richard a hand shake as he left the room. Avery placed his bag down on the floor. As soon as Jenna saw him, she hopped up from the floor, skipped over to him, and gave him a hug. She breathed in his cologne, CKone. She breathed again, making sure it was him. It was. She held back from doing what she wanted to. Avery lifted her off the ground with a fraction of his strength. She was high in the air. Avery's muscles could now be seen, flexing in his arms. He put Jenna back down on the ground, and laughed a bit. "What's up?" he questioned. Jenna was busy fixing her shirt again, something Avery knew she was good for doing. Always adjusting her clothes. So self-conscious about the way things fit her figure. "Nothing much, just doing work," she said, straightening out her shirt. She grabbed her bra strips through her shirt, and adjusted it. Avery pretended to look away as she did this. "How was your day?" he asked, looking at her again. "It was okay," she replied. She leaned into him a little bit, and whispered in his ear. "I really need you help me today Avery. I'll reciprocate, I promise," she said. Avery grew hard at those words. It was a massive and painful erection, one that required attention immediately before it broke the zipper on his jeans. "Okay, when everyone leaves, let me know what you want," he whispered back. She nodded in acknowledgment, and walked out of the room. Mrs. Bonnet had left. The stereo was locked up, so there was no music. He wouldn't need music. If she wanted music, he would sing to her, like he did the other day. He sat down in a chair, looking at the empty boxes in the room. He remembered the day, the way Tiffany looked. She was always looked professional, even on days when she wore jeans and a sweatshirt. He knew there was something deeper inside of her, something darker, much like Jessica. It actually frightened Avery, because he could see it in her eyes. The word nymphomaniac came to mind, but Avery doubted she was actually that bad. He shook off the images in his head, and walked toward the piano, the instrument of his obsession. He wished he could play it professionally, but he never took lessons. Everything he knew how to play he taught himself. He opened the piano, tapped a few keys, and then closed it. Someone pulled at the chorus room door. He walked over, and opened the door for Jenna. "Thank you, Avery," she said cheerfully. Avery's eyes followed her ass as she walked in. "So, what's going on today babe?" he asked, wanting to begin as soon as possible. "Come here and find out," she sexily replied, gesturing for him to come to her. He walked over to her calmly but carefully, because you never know what someone's going to do to you. She stretched out her arms to invite him into her. He opened his, and enveloped her as she mirrored him. He kissed her cheek. She quickly tried to kiss him on his lips, but missed and hit his cheek as well. He lifted her up using his strength, and sat her down on a table. She spread her legs a bit for Avery to fit. She kept her arms around his neck, looking at him like a child. He put his large hands around her waist, but was careful not to touch her spot. He still remembered where it was. "So?" Avery said, needing a little bit of incentive. "What do you think I want?" She asked. She reached up, and licked Avery's lips. It was a full swipe of her tongue, using the tip to begin, and the middle of her tongue to finish. She smiled at him, and moved backward. She had a look of desperation and a hint of sadness on her face. Avery looked away, licking her from his lips. She followed him, trying to keep her eyes fixated on his. He looked back at her, looked down at her shirt, breathed deeply, and began kissing her chest. Slowly he kissed, from the top of her shirt, leaving small kisses on her chest, up her neck, on her chin and cheeks. He kissed closer and closer to her lips, that is, until finally Jenna couldn't take it anymore, and moved to kiss him. Their lips met, but only for an instant before Avery felt her lips on his, and moved back slightly. She tried to stay with him, but couldn't move nearly as fast as he could. Avery and Jenna Pt. 02: Forbidden "What?" She asked, wondering why he moved away. Avery looked at her lips for a moment, imaging all the guys that had kissed them before him. Was it worth it? Was she really the delicate flower Avery pictured her to be? He decided to take a chance. He gently kissed her, putting his lips fully on hers. She moaned as he did this. He began to gently push her back on the table. She quickly used an arm to balance herself. Avery held her tightly as he let her back. Feeling secure, she gave him her full attention, putting both arms around his neck. Finally, her back was straight on the table. They stopped kissing, and Avery ran his hand over her cheek, down her neck, just barely missing her spot, stopping just short of the crevice of her breasts. "Tell me what you want, Jenna. I wanna hear you say it," he whispered. She had grown hot since he started his heavy petting of her body. She was very embarrassed to say it, and Avery knew it, but he can't be sure until he heard it from her mouth. He wanted to make sure he was reading her correctly. "Avery...I want you...to do me," she whispered back. She was afraid. Avery knew she was. He wasn't going to hurt her, or at least try not to. He slid from the table, and stood between her legs again. She had them spread enough for him to fit in between. He grabbed the button of her pants. She tried to help them, but Avery took her hands and put them back on the table. "Let me do it. Leave your hands there," he ordered. She didn't move her hands. He unbuttoned her pants and slowly, agonizingly slowly, unzipped them. Jenna was getting wetter by the minute. She couldn't wait much longer. She needed this badly. He pulled them downward, feeling the smooth, sexy flesh of her legs before pulling them off. She had a pair of white panties that he could see were drenched in her juices already. He rubbed the outside, up and down the slit of the panties. Jenna's body caught fire quickly. Her nipples went hard. Her breathing became sporadic. "Take them off Jenna," he told her. She breathed in deeply and held it. She stuck her thumbs around the straps, and started to pull them down, slowly down her thighs, passed her knees, finally reaching the floor, adding to her pants. Her pussy was soaked in her fluids. A drop fell onto the table. Avery ran a finger along the outside, playing with her. She was so much more sensitive than the day before, but she held back. He slowly inserted a finger into her hot pussy. She moaned loudly as he pushed inside of her. He moved it around a bit, slowly pushing it in and out of her pussy, sending shockwaves through her body. Her mind was going crazy. She couldn't take it anymore. "Avery, come on. Do it." she said, just slightly above a whisper. He was ready. He got back between her legs. He unzipped his pants, and pulled his penis out through the hole in the boxers. It was painfully erect, at least eight inches long, one and a half in diameter. He took it in his left hand, rubbing Jenna's slit up and down, smearing her juices all over his dick. "Please Avery, I need it!" she exclaimed, louder than before. Her juices were flowing freely now. Avery stopped playing with her. He gently pushed in the head. Jenna held her breath when he felt him enter into her. She opened her legs wider to accommodate him. He pushed in a few inches. Jenna let out a sharp cry. Avery stopped when he heard this. He knew he had just taken her virginity. He pushed deeper. Jenna continued to scream out. When Avery had reached the base, he stopped. Jenna had screamed several times while he did this. He couldn't believe she was a virgin. She laid, a few tears building in her eyes. They sat together for a few moments. Avery would have gone soft if it hadn't been for Jenna's wet, hot pussy that wrapped around his dick like wet silk or velvet. A minute passed before Jenna began to move her hips, telling him it was okay to start. He pulled back a bit, and pushed back in. "Ahh, yes, do it, do it," Jenna whispered as Avery worked his dick inside of her. Avery squeezed her waist as he added speed and force. Soon, his balls were slapping against her ass. She was screaming as he pounded her. Her body was moving forward and back again with his pounding. Her eyes were closed, her hands on his arms. Beads of sweat rolled from her forehead. Sweat rolled from Avery's as well. Avery slowed down as he lifted up her shirt. She helped him, straightening out her arms so he could take it off for her. She had a white bra on, and her breasts, large and covered in her sweat, were just begging like wild animals to be released. Avery pulled her bra down underneath them, and started squeezing them. They were so soft. Jenna reacted to it, moaning louder in appeasement. "Oh yes, Avery, please squeeze my tits, please, please," she encouraged him. He did squeeze, nice and hard as he began to pick up speed again. "Oh God, AHHHH!" Jenna let out a loud moan of lust. Avery's dick was hurting. It was on fire, much like Jenna's body. He needed to cum just as much as Jenna did. After slamming her in that position for about ten minutes, he wrapped his arms around her, picked her up, and placed her against a wall. Jenna's arms and legs were wrapped around him. She wasn't going to let go either, even if he was going to cum. "Oh yes. Please, do it more. YES, YES AVERY, YES, RIGHT THERE, OH GOD, DON'T STOP. PLEASE DON'T STOP!!" Jenna's orgasm was so intense that it nearly blew her eardrums. She screamed out in both pain and pleasure. Most importantly, her pussy contracted hard on Avery's dick, which caused his balls to tighten. He was close. He gently put her down. Jenna's orgasm was still ripping through her body. "Hold your tits up for me Jenna," he said. They were breathing so heavily. Jenna could barely breathe with her orgasm still shattering her lungs. She got on her knees, holding her tits in her hands, pinching her nipples. Avery took his dick in his left hand again, and began to furiously jerk it off over her tits. He felt that familiar wave come over him. "Here I cum Jenna. OH GOD!" The first shot flew right onto her perfect tits. The next few went onto opposite tits. Avery switched between shots. Some of it landed on her lips, which Jenna licked up happily, a shot accidentally hit her hair, but most of it landed on her round and supple tits. He was done finally. He had no more to shoot, after what he counted as six massive shots. Her tits were covered in his thick, hot, and sticky cum. She took his dick from him, and began to lick the head, cleaning the cum still there. Avery relaxed as she gave his cock extra attention. Then, she closed her lips around his dick, swallowing nearly the entire thing. "Oh yeah, suck that cum right outta there baby," he cooed. She did as she was told, sucking the cum out of his dick, swallowing most of it but letting some drip out of the side of her mouth onto the ground. Within minutes of sucking, Avery exploded again, this time, in Jenna's waiting mouth. He grabbed the back of her head as he did. She had no choice but to swallow, which she did happily. Finally, there were finished. Jenna stood, her legs still weak from her orgasm, and kissed Avery. "Thank you so much, Avery. That was my first blowjob. Was it any good?" she said, hugging him. "It was fine, Jenna. It was just fine." HOME AGAIN The two-hour period Avery spent with Sara went by too fast he thought. They talked more than ever before, mostly listening to the Evanescence songs he brought for her. They even got a chance to talk about them dating, and why she turned him down. He felt relieved. Finally, the gap he felt every time he hugged her had been closed, and he could let his heart free again. When he reached the driveway of his house, he realized that things were not the same with him and Alicia. Was she still upset? Had she forgiven him? He shouldn't have kissed her, but he couldn't help himself. He licked his lips, still able to taste Jenna on them. He breathed out deeply. It was certainly a treat what she did to him. Watching Avery's cum drip from the side of her mouth made the moment all the sweeter. He couldn't believe she gave him a blowjob, of all people. She was the one, who, after all, said that she couldn't believe a woman would degrade herself to such a low. Now, there she was, a smart, beautiful girl, her tits covered with his cum, sucking the remaining drops from his cock. The way she moved her lips around it, how she grabbed his balls and rubbed them while she brought him closer to his climax. What's more, how she let him discharge his load into her awaiting mouth, swallowing everything. That was the ultimate turn-on. Avery kept his mind on business, going into the house, getting something to eat, and going up into his room where he would remain for the rest of the night. When he opened the door, the house was dark save the kitchen light. He walked in to see Alicia there, placing something in the oven. He put his bookbag on the table, walked passed her to the refrigerator, where he grabbed a bottled water, opened it, and savored the water. He could feel it flowing through his body. He felt microwaved, hot on the outside, and cold on the inside. He stared at Alicia, who said nothing to him as she removed the oven gloves, and put them on the counter. He walked out of the kitchen, upstairs to the second floor, pulled down the stairs to the attic, and walked inside. He sat down in his computer chair. In his right ear, he could hear someone coming up the stairs. He knew it was Alicia, probably to tell him to come down and eat dinner with her. Truth be told, he really didn't want to talk to her. With each step, he knew was growing closer to him. Every time he heard the sound of her feet touching the steps, he remembered the kiss. When she reached the top step, it was almost like he could feel her lips on his. Then, lightning struck the same place twice. She began climbing the stairs into his room. Her tongue could now be felt in his mouth, swirling around, enjoying the taste. Avery cleared his throat. When she reached the top step, he looked over in her direction. She looked sad, like a young child that just had her favorite toy taken away from her. She walked passed him, sitting herself down on his couch. He refrained from saying anything. He wasn't expecting her to come up to his room again, not after what happened the other day. He continued looking at his computer. The only audible sounds in the house were their breathing. Avery could hear her breathing. She was breathing heavily and sporadic, like she was crying. He looked over to see tears flowing from his stepsister's eyes. Avery, seeing this, forgot all his original plans to avoid her, and walked over to comfort her. He slowly walked up to her. With each step, Alicia's tears would flow even faster. When he reached his hand out to touch her, she put her face in her hands, finally breaking down. His hand stretched out, and the tip connected with her wrist. He slid his hand farther, finally encompassing her entire wrist in his hand. He echoed the gesture with his other hand, and removed Alicia's hands from her face. Her tears had washed away her make-up. He wiped her eyes with his thumb. He sat down next to her. She smiled a bit, and slightly leaned into him. He put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from falling on him. He looked down at her. Her hair had the same scent as it did the other day. Avery could feel his resistance crashing again, and he acted quickly to build it back up, turning his head toward his computer. Alicia looked up at him. She turned him back toward her, took a look at his lips, and kissed him. At first, their lips were barely touching, but soon, it was a full, maturated kiss. Avery opened his eyes to see if Alicia's were closed, and they were. She was actually enjoying it. "She should," he thought. After all, she had initiated it. She fell back a little bit from him, and the kiss was broken. Avery ran his fingers across her cheek. She kept her eyes closed. "I'm sorry I've been acting so silly," she said. "I was trying to convince myself that I didn't love you more than a stepbrother. When you kissed me, everything just fell into place." She kissed him again, and pulled back. She sat up, straightening her back, and lifted up her shirt. Her breasts came, at first caught by the shirt, dangling out. She straddled herself on his lap, her breasts right in his face. "Suck on my tits, Avery," she whispered to him. He did as he was told, taking a breast in his mouth. He sucked it for a while, kissed it on opposite sides, and did the same to the other one. Alicia moaned with appreciation. Her hands were around his neck; her head arched back, enjoying the attention her ultra-sensitive tits were getting. When Avery gently bit down on a nipple, she nearly had an orgasm right there. Her body was reacting in such a way that almost made her feel like a slut. She lifted up from him, and unbuttoned her tight tan pants. It took her a while, but she finally got them off. She pulled down her black panties, and reached for the zipper on his jeans. She pulled them down to his ankle, and pulled out his semi-erect penis from his boxers. She stroked it a few times, getting it hard. Avery closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. She sped up a bit, and began to lick the head. Avery shuttered a bit as she did, but soon relaxed. She swallowed the head, sucking it hard into her mouth. Moan after moan escaped his mouth. Soon, she was sucking the entire thing, taking it deep into her mouth. She licked up the shaft, and jerked it off some more for him. She sped up even more, feeling the veins pulse, knowing he would cum soon. She put it back in her mouth, and sucked again, even harder than before, licking the head as it approached her tongue. Avery felt his balls tighten and knew what was next. "Alicia, here I cum...," he moaned out to her. She took his cock out of his mouth and licked it again. "Cum in my mouth, Avery," she said. It was the first time he'd ever heard her use that kind of language, and with that, he felt the cum rising to the head. She put him back in her mouth, and sucked out the first shot of cum. He erupted in orgasm into her cum-thirsty mouth, shot after long and hot shot. He shook as his orgasm began to subside. She sucked deeply, taking all of his cum into her mouth, and swallowing. She finished, kissed the head, and reached up to kiss him. He could taste his cum. She sat onto his lap, and took his cock in her hand. She directed it to her wet pussy, and sat herself down onto it, impaling her body on his cock. Inch by inch, both Avery and Alicia went crazy. They moaned out loudly together, loving the feeling. She put her arms around him, and began to bounce on his cock. Avery laid back, his hands squeezing her sensitive tits. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it, milking it as she bounced on his cock. She screamed louder and louder as she did this. Avery put his hands on her ass, helping her bounce onto his dick. "Oh God! It's so good Avery, it's so good," she said out loud for anyone to hear. "Yes, I love it Alicia, keep doing it!" Avery replied back, still gripping her ass with his hands, squeezing tightly. She was now thrashing onto his cock. Her juices had spilled all over his jeans and boxers. Her pussy was so tight, hot, and wet. Avery gritted his teeth, not wanting to cum just yet. Alicia loved having him inside her. His dick filled her up so perfectly. She felt that tingle in her crotch. "Oh God! OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!! AHHHHHHHH!!" She shouted to the top of her lungs as her pussy contracted onto his cock and held him inside as her pussy spilled juice all over him. Her earth-shattering orgasm put Avery over the edge as well. "OH GOD, ALICIA, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!!" He passed out as the first massive shot filled her hot pussy... THE AWAKENING (WAS IT ALL A DREAM?) Avery slowly shook his head. Around it was a soft pillow. He wiped his eyes with his hands. He realized that someone else was with him. He looked to see Alicia lying with him. She had no clothes on. Her bare ass was sticking into his crotch. Avery's dick was exposed, rubbing against it! Oh god, what had happened? He leaned down to her, and kissed her shoulder. "Mmmm, what is it?" Alicia whispered. Her voice was weak. "Nothing, nothing at all," he said back, wrapping an arm around her small, naked body. She took his hand in hers, and pushed herself closer to him. "I love you, Alicia," he said. He realized it wasn't a dream. He had actually had sex with his stepsister, and even came inside of her! "I love you, too, Avery."