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Stacy Ch. 02

By: MindFiend



"Jack, climb out of your pit and give me a lift to work, will you?"

Mum's voice penetrated my hard-achieved slumber and I groaned as the morning light burned my eyes. Rubbing my face, I blinked the ceiling into focus and stared at it while my mind assailed me with lurid images. Had last night really happened? Could I have been so stupid that I did not realise the young, teen pussy I was thrusting eagerly into did not belong to my sister's gymnastic team-mate, but to my little sister, herself?

How could I possibly reconcile the fact that the most wonderful and arousing sex I had ever had was an incestuous coupling with my eighteen year old sister? More to the point, how could I ever face the brat again, after what I had done to her?

Then a thought struck me with such a blinding revelation that I bolted upright and my jaw dropped open. Stacy knew what was happening almost right from the start! Admittedly I had finger-fucked her in her sleep, but the moment she awoke I had said, "It's Jack."

When I then asked, "Do you want me to stop," she had shaken her head and opened her legs further. That was quickly followed by my question, "Do you want me?" and once more, she had signalled yes.

My mind spun as I tried to understand those implications. The brat and I had never really got along at all, so why would she eagerly allow me to fuck her? Did she know that I thought she was Kimberley and deliberately deceived me, or did she mistakenly think that I had wanted to have sex with her all along?

"Jack, are you awake? Come and have your breakfast and then we can leave," mum shouted up the stairs.

"Alright! I'm coming," I grumbled as I put on my boxer shorts and shambled to the bathroom.

Just as I reached it, the door swung open and a cloud of steam billowed out, followed by the brat. She was wrapped in a towel that was too small even for her child-like body and it barely reached from her tiny breasts to just below her crotch. The way her skin glistened with youth and vitality under its sheen of moisture made my heart pound.

With her head tilted to one side as she rubbed her long, wet, blonde hair briskly with another towel, she did not see me until she bounced off my broad chest. Instinct took over and my hands shot out to grab her narrow waist to stop her from falling backward. At that contact, time seemed to freeze. Because she is only four foot eleven tall, the top of her head was almost in line with my nipples. It seemed to take forever for her gaze to track up my chest to my face. Then I was staring down into her innocent, baby-blue eyes as her cheeks slowly flushed a deep pink and her lips parted to say something.

The door to my parent's bedroom opened and Dad walked out, straightening his tie. That broke the spell, and the brat's face wrinkled into a sulky pout of disgust.

"Eeww!" she whined, slapping my chest to make me move aside, "You stink of stale beer! Even a caveman knew more about personal hygiene than you do! I know we share most of our DNA with apes, but do I have to share a house with one, too?”

I could only stare as her small frame disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door. Dad patted my shoulder as he passed by, "Don't take it to heart, son. You were just as stroppy when you were a teenager."

When he had descended the first step on the stairs, he twisted to smile at me over his shoulder, "Pumpkin has a point about your stale beer cologne. A shower might figure in your near future, perhaps."

When he had gone, I lifted my arm and sniffed. Wrinkling my nose, I ventured into the steam-filled bathroom and hoped the brat had not used all the hot water.

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Fresh and aromatic, I slipped into my chair at the breakfast table and breathed in deep the delicious smells of frying bacon and sausages. As my mother slid the food onto a plate, I glanced across the table to the brat. She had her head down and was chasing a slice of banana around her bowl of muesli with a spoon.

Today, she no longer looked like the stroppy kid I had suffered all these years, because I saw her with different eyes. It was probably the first time I realised that she was a growing woman and not just my little sister. I was actually surprise to see that she was very beautiful. How could I not have noticed that before?

Her glossy golden hair was bound back into a ponytail that hung down to the centre of her back and she was wearing a white T-shirt that read, "Gymnasts do it with apparatus."

Stacy loved her T-shirts. She had dozens and was always either spending her allowance on new ones, or more often, playing the Daddy's girl to get my father to buy them for her. The poor sap would be dragged to the mall on Saturday's and spend hours following mum and the brat as they attempted to try on every article of clothing the place possessed.

Of its own accord, an image of Stacy trying on some sexy lingerie suddenly popped into my head. I could clearly see her boyish frame in bright red fishnet stockings and matching lacy bra. The panties were crimson silk with high cut sides and clung to her young pussy so tightly that her puffy lips were clearly visible. She twirled slowly so that I could get a good look at her small, firm buttocks before she faced me once more and gracefully lifted one leg so that it pressed against her side, her foot pointing straight up above her head.

"Want to fuck me like this, Jack?" she whispered, seductively.

"Jack?" she asked again, but this time with my mother's voice.

"Hunh?" I managed when the daydream shattered and I realised that mum was standing beside me with my food on a plate. Her beautiful face broke into a dazzling smile as she placed the breakfast before me.

"I guess somebody hasn't woken up yet. I said, do you want some fresh orange juice, Jack?" She ruffled my hair, which she always did even though she knew I hated it, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Sure," I replied as I picked up my knife and fork.

While she poured my drink, Dad finished reading his paper and folded it neatly before placing it on the table beside his plate. Some morning rituals never changed. He straightened his tie and smiled across at the brat, "Want a lift to Kimberley's house to see how the new baby is doing?"

Without looking up, she shook her head, "No, that's okay, Daddy. Jack can drive me over when he's had his breakfast."

The kitchen descended into silence. Dad exchanged an incredulous look with mom and then they both stared at their daughter who was still half-heartedly playing with her cereal. It was unheard of for Stacy not to leap at every chance to spend time with Dad and even rarer for her to seek my company. Usually she would rather have her teeth pulled than occupy the same room as me.

"Well, if my little Pumpkin is sure," Dad said, hesitantly.

"Dadeee!" the brat complained with a girlish whine as she rolled her eyes. It was another family ritual for him to affectionately call her the pet name and for her to complain about it.

Slipping into the final spare chair as she placed my glass before me, mum shook her head, "Jack can't drive you over to Kimmy's. My car is in the shop and I need him to take me to work." Waggling a pointing finger at my plate, she grinned, "So, if you'll just this once ignore my advice to chew your food carefully and wolf it down like you usually do, I'd appreciate it."

Her emerald green eyes sparkled with playfulness as she pinched a strip of bacon off the side of my plate.

"Hey!" I protested.

"Then I guess I win and get the pleasure of your company, Pumpkin," Dad teased.

The brat just flashed me a quick ambiguous glance from under her honey-coloured fringe and shrugged at him. Instantly, she turned on the Stacy-wants-something-charm.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Peanut?"

"You are still going away with Mummy this week-end, aren't you?"

After a sip of coffee, he answered with caution in his voice, "Yeeeessss. Why?"

"Well, I know that it's your anniversary and I saw just the most perfect present for you two in the store."

"So?" he said with a tone that suggested he already knew where this was going.

Her chair made a scrapping noise as she slid it backward and walked to his side. She flung her arms around him and hugged his head against her cheek, "Well I really wanted to buy it for you, but there's this dress that I really want also. It will cost me all my savings to get it and if I don't then it might not still be there when I can next afford it. And it's such a pretty dress, Daddy. I'll put it on and show it to you when you get home tonight, if you'd like."

I washed a mouthful of sausages down with my orange juice and knew he was going to fall for it. He always did. The brat could twist both of our parents around her little finger and it made me seethe. As predicted, he fished out his wallet and opened it saying, "And how much is my anniversary present going to cost me, then?"

Like the little cow she could be, Stacy slipped several notes from its folds and gave him a loving peck on his cheek.

"You’re the bestest Daddy a girl could have!"

My retching noises were cut short when my mother lightly cuffed the back of my head.

"But you know she's not going to spend all that on a present!" I objected.

Dad slipped his arm around the brat's waist and hugged her to him, "If there's some left over, I don't mind my little Pumpkin treating herself."

I glared as Stacy poked her tongue out at me and then disappeared into the living room. Mum stood up and smoothed her cream pencil-skirt down her thighs, "Finish up quickly, darling. I really am running a bit late."

Shovelling the last of the food into my mouth, I wondered what it was about my family that could have me acting and feeling like a jealous teenager after only being home for a week.

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Driving home after dropping mum off, my thoughts were full of Stacy. I just could not figure anything out. My own feelings about what had happened between us were all jumbled and confused, so how could hers be any different?

She had acted almost as if last night had never happened, except for that brief moment when she said she wanted me to drive her to Kimberley's. Did that mean she was okay with what we had done? Was I?

Deep down I knew all the arguments against incest and until last night, I would probably have agreed with most of them, but today everything was different. I could not forget just how sensational the sex had been. No other girl had left me with such a satisfied feeling. But how much of that was down to the pleasure that came from realising with hindsight that it was my sister which so wantonly thrust back to meet my rampant cock?

Just the memory of how sweet her kisses tasted or how her little pussy squished with juice when I fingered it, made my manhood swell. I could still feel the pressure in the centre of my palm caused by her taut nipples as I clutched her peach sized breast. The heavenly scent of her hair seemed to linger in my nostrils and I fixed my eyes onto the middle finger of my left hand that, barely seven hours ago, had been knuckle deep in the willing cunt of my little sister. I could almost feel her sticky nectar coating it.

A blaring car horn made me snap out of the daydream and I quickly steered the car away from the middle of the road, back to the centre of my lane. That was close!

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I was surprised when I got home to find Stacy knelt on the sofa, leaning over its back and peering out of the window through the lace curtains.

"I thought you were going with Dad?" I asked as I tossed the car keys onto the coffee table.

Her black mule shoes waved back and forth as she wiggled her buttocks in time to some music she was humming. She frowned, but did not answer.

"Stacy?" I asked again, as I flopped down into an armchair by the fireplace. The little brat ignored me as she looked up and down the street. I was getting the silent treatment, typical.

From my seated position in the chair, I could now see something that made my pulse hammer. She was wearing knee-length white socks that made my eyes begin to travel up to her thighs, which were as slim as a young girl's, but had a beautiful golden tan. However, it was what was just above them that fixed my gaze like a magnet. She was wearing a plaid mini-skirt that was so short that with her leaning forward I could see a small patch of her white panties. They were tight across her butt and I could just make out the shadowed slope where her thighs rose gracefully into her slim girlish buttocks. The elastic rim of her panties caused a slight indent in her smooth skin.

As my eyes feasted on the display the young nymph was giving me, my cock grew as hard as steel. I shivered with delight when she leant further forward and her tiny skirt rode higher. More of her white cotton clad backside exposed itself to me, making me unable to move for fear of disturbing her and ending the show.

After several glorious minutes, she sprang off the sofa and picked up her tiny pink backpack. Slipping a small bottle of mineral water and her purse into it, which was about all it was big enough to hold, she zipped it shut and threaded her arms through its straps.

"Kim's here. Her mom's driving us to see Jody and then we're going to the mall. Daddy said I could stay at her house for tea, so I won't be home till late."

As she began to leave, I called, "But Stace, we need to talk!"

She froze with her back to me and paused for a second.

"No we don't," she said with a cross tone, hitching her shoulder strap up and hurried out the front door. I sat and stared at her departed form for a few moments before the ringing of the telephone made me jump.

"Hello?" I asked, a little sharply.

"Yo, one-shot, it's Cooper. We're gonna 'ave a barbecue and thought you may wanna come and pig out."

It could be just the thing to take my mind off my incestuous thoughts so I smiled, "Sure, Coop. Got enough food?"

"Loads mate! We've got a few crates of beer as well, but Tank-boy say's that's only enough for 'im, so if you want any you'd better bring reinforcements!"

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Miranda squealed when Mitch dive-bombed into the pool, causing a backlash of water that soaked her as she sat on the edge paddling her feet. She was his girl, now, but had been mine for a while before that. There were no hard feelings about it though, because we were still friends, just not lovers anymore.

I snapped another can open and lay back on the sunlounger. On my left, Tank-boy was sprawled on his back on the patio as his girlfriend Emma stepped over him to reclaim her sunbathing spot on the next lounger. I had not met Emma before today, but had to admit that Liam had done well for himself. She was a stunning brunette that apparently came from a very wealthy family.

"How's it goin' livin' back with your folks?" Coop asked around a mouthful of hamburger.

"Oh, you know. They drive me crazy and get me acting like a teenager, again."

"Is there any other way?" asked Tank-boy as he lifted his head and squinted because of the sun.

Emma stretched out a shapely leg and tapped him back down with a gentle push of her foot, "You will not grow up until you have children of your own, Liam honey."

"Now there's a scary thought," shot Coop. "I don't think the world could handle any more pollution of the gene pool. One Tank-boy is quite enough."

"You and the horse you rode in on, Coop!"

Grinning, Cooper chomped another bite from his burger and then glanced back my way, "So what about the brat? Is she still a snobby little bitch?"

The last time my friends had seen Stacy she was about fifteen and had told Cooper not to fall asleep on the beach in case Greenpeace came along and tried to re-float him. Only Tank-boy could get away with teasing him about how large he was. Even Mitch and I tended to stay away from that subject.

"Hmm," I mumbled, non-committedly. "How's your sis?"

Before he could answer, Liam lifted his head, again, "Bet she's still under a college boy, somewhere!"

"Fuck you, needle dick," spat our angry friend. "If it weren't for Emma's pity, you'd never get laid!"

"Oh, I don't know about that. I could always fuck your sister."

"Yeah? Who told you she'd let you?"

"Everybody."

A half eaten hamburger bounced off his forehead and skipped into the pool. These two could keep this up for hours, so I raised my voice, "Yo, Mitch, the lovers are at it again!"

Bobbing in the water between Miranda's legs, he turned and scowled at the pair, "Knock it off, that's an order!"

"Ooo, I love it when you get all masterful," Miranda purred and slipped into the water with him. I knew that look from her. The lucky guy would be getting a fantastic cock sucking later on.

"So, returning to your earlier question, before we were so rudely interrupted," said Cooper to me in a mock posh accent. "Cindy is fine. Grounded until she's sixty, but fine."

"Oh? What did she do?"

"Dad caught her getting her kitty licked on the backseat of his car."

That image filled me with sorrow for the guy that was with her. Cooper's dad was an ex-marine who thought his daughter should be as pure as the driven snow and he would knock Hell out of anyone who claimed different. He had broken the nose of one guy who had called her a slut.

"Ouch!" I winced. "What did he do to the lad?"

"It weren't a lad. It was her music teacher, Miss Blake, who was nose deep in her pussy."

"No Way!" I gasped. I had a vague memory of a forty-something woman with her hair in a bun. I think I met her once at Coop's cousin's wedding.

"Did your Dad fire her?"

"Not really, but there was no point her staying on afterwards. She wasn't able to teach Cindy the piano, anymore."

"Why not?" I asked. Not even Coop's dad would hit a woman, surely?

"Pop took an axe to the piano."

Ah. That was more like it. I took a swig of beer and lay back trying to figure out how to ask Cooper what was weighing on my mind. Did he ever think sexual thoughts about his sister? It was hard not to with Cindy. She had gained the nickname "Ferrari" from the lads at her college because she was fast and a good ride. I prayed that Coop's dad never found out that it was me that had taken her cherry.

Perhaps other brothers sometimes felt urges toward their sisters. It is only natural for guys to lust after any nearby females, anyway. Maybe I'm not so different. The beer I had consumed gave me a little bit of false courage, so I decided to try something.

"Coop, is Cindy still as hot as ever?"

He took a long gulp from his can and then burped, "I suppose so. What can I say, she's my sister."

"You don't know if she's hot or not?"

"Why ya askin'?"

"No reason. I just wondered if you thought she was sexy."

"Urgh, dude! I know you poked her, but come off it! There's no way I'd ever think she's sexy; she's my sister!"

"Oh," I mumbled. "Of course you wouldn't."

Tank-boy sat up and hooked an arm around Emma's leg, "What about the brat? Is she sexy now she's grown up a bit?"

Trying to look casual, I shrugged. "Can't tell."

A glint of suspicion seemed to shine in Emma's eye as she looked at me for a second, and then she leant forward to push Liam away by his forehead. My blood ran cold as I panicked that my guilty secret must be so obvious that anyone would be able to see it. Like a neon sign on my head, perhaps. I was certain that Emma had realised something, but did not dare to even look her way.

A giggle of pleasure came from the pool and Coop threw up his arms in exasperation, "Hey, guys! No fuckin' in the pool! Take it inside if you must; my neighbours are prudes."

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When I got home, it was after midnight and the house was in darkness. I quietly used the bathroom and then slipped into my room. No matter what I did, thoughts of last night kept rearing their head. The more I dwelled upon it, the more I began to realise that there was more than just sibling love in me for Stacy. I wondered what it would be like to just go into her room and make love to her as I would with a normal girlfriend.


Stacy Ch. 02



In anger, I tossed my shirt across the room when I realised that it just could not happen. She is my sister and that's that!

Half an hour later, I was lying in the darkness still trying to talk myself into going to her room. After all, she had accepted me last night, why should tonight be any different? Because tonight you would know that it is your sister that you are making love to, that voice in my head chimed.

The door to my room creaked open and I saw a small dark shape slip inside.

"Jack?" she whispered. "Are you still awake?"

"Yeah."

The edge of my bed dipped as she sat on it, "Can we talk?"

"I thought you didn't want to."

There was a pause and then I heard her sigh. Light flooded the room when I flicked on my little bedside lamp. There was my little sister, sat on the side of my bed with one leg folded beneath her. Her long blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders like a golden waterfall and her crystal-blue eyes were fixed on me with a nervous apprehension.

"I didn't know what to say," she started, absently plucking at the hem of the T-Shirt she wore. It was several sizes too big for her and the picture of Winnie-the-Pooh with his head stuck in a honey-pot wrapped around the sides of her little frame. "It's just that what you did..."

I felt a surge of shameful guilt. I should have known that her enjoyment of it was all in my head. There must be something wrong with me to feel sexual things for her.

"I'm so sorry, Stacy. I know I can't make it up to you for the horrible thing that I did, but..."

Her face shot up to look at mine, "I never said it was horrible." Her cheeks flushed a bright pink, "It's just that it was not the way I planned it for my first time."

I hadn't thought I could feel any worse, but that hit me like a hammer blow. It had never even occurred to me that it would have been a first for her! Oh, God what had I done! She had been a virgin and now she had lost that to her pig of a brother!

I covered my eyes and let my head crash down onto the pillows, "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart! I never meant to hurt you!"

"You didn't."

Puzzled by the caring I could hear in her voice, I took my hands away and looked up at her. She had a strange sort of expression that seemed half-sad and half-happy. Before I could say anything else, she shivered and rubbed her arms vigorously.

"Brrrrr, it's cold. Can I get under the covers?" After a moments pause, she added, "Just for a minute, of course."

Seeing goose bumps covering her thin arms, I lifted the blanket and she slipped inside. It was only when her cold arm nudged along my chest that I remembered I was naked. Shuffling away a little bit, I let her sink down on the warmest patch of the bed. She slid across it and snuggled up tight against me. With no room left to manoeuvre, I gave in and put my arm around her small shoulders as she rested her cheek on my chest.

"Better?" I enquired.

"Mmmm-huh."

We lay like that for a moment, before she twisted and turned off the lamp.

"What are you doing?"

"You know what Daddy's like. If he goes to the bathroom and sees the light on, he'll think you have fallen asleep without switching it off and come in to do it himself."

That was true. I had not thought of that. In the darkness, she snuggled back against me. The sweet scents of her hair filled my senses. I was very conscious of the small lump of her breast pressing into my side. Her soft hair felt glorious against my naked skin and her breath seemed to tingle across my nipple. Already I could feel my shaft beginning to stir as I was getting aroused.

"About last night," she whispered.

"It was wrong and I am so sorry." I did not think that I believed it, but I thought it was what she wanted to hear.

"Yes," she said, finally. "It was very wrong. It was incest." Even though I could not see her, I could feel her face lift to look at mine when she added, "You do know that, don't you."

"Yeah," I sighed with regret as all my day’s fantasies came crashing to a halt.

"It's something that we should never have done."

"Don't blame yourself, Stacy. It was all my fault. I am the one who sneaked into your bed and slipped my fingers into you while you were asleep. I got you all horny and it's hard to stop something once it has gone that far."

"I know," she answered in a little voice. Guilt stabbed through me. I felt her rest her head back on my chest and slip an arm across me.

"You didn't realise what we were doing, Stace. I more or less forced myself on you."

"No you didn't!" she said, sharply. "You asked me, remember?"

"Yeah, but I'm your brother. That means it was wrong."

"Maybe."

She shifted against me as if she were uncomfortable. The movement made her arm across my chest slip lower until it crossed my hips. There, the side of her forearm bumped into my semi-hard cock. She froze in place, immediately. Neither of us spoke for nearly a minute before she broke the silence.

"Did I do that?"

"Sorta."

"So you do find me attractive, then?"

"What?"

"You know. I don't make you feel sick or anything?"

"Of course you don't make me feel sick. What are you talking about?"

"Well, you said it yourself. I have a body like a fourteen year old girl. No man would be interested in me."

"Don't talk daft. You are beautiful. And sexy. I haven't been able to get the thoughts of you out of my head all day!"

"Really?" her voice quavered with wonder. I had forgotten just how low her self esteem was because of her underdeveloped body.

"Yes really. I nearly had a car crash coming home from taking mum to work because I was daydreaming about the feel of your tits in my hand."

Her chest lurched against my side and she let out a little sob. "You’re just making that up to make me feel better!"

"No, I'm not! Stacy, you are lovely. I love your small tits. Yes, they are small, but that is not a bad thing. In my book, it's a very good thing. I adore small tits and you have the nicest I have ever held."

There was silence for a while and we just lay together in a cosy embrace. The warmth of her little body seemed to seep into my right-hand side and pour straight down to my groin. I was getting really turned on!

"I better go back to my room," she whispered.

Every fibre in me was screaming No! But I just murmured, "Okay. If you want."

I could feel her nod, but she did not move. More long minutes passed. Just lying there in the darkness, with my arm around her tiny body was delightful torture. I had to fight the urge to roll above her and take her. If she had been any other woman but my sister, I would be halfway through ravishing her by now.

But she wasn't any other woman. She was my sister. My precocious brat of a little sister that could get under my skin and make me crazy with anger with just a few words. My teenaged sister that I had spent the last eighteen years fighting with and resenting. My darling sister that I had made love to last night and I was now trembling just from cuddling her. As I thought about her, warmth seemed to spread in my chest. It was a strange feeling that I had not felt before. It spread in waves from underneath my left breast until it filled me completely.

Suddenly, I felt her plant a brief kiss on my chest.

"Stacy?"

"Hmmm?"

"I thought you were going back to your own bed?"

"I am," she said with a reluctant sigh. She still made no effort to get up.

Finally, she raised her head, "Jack?"

"What?"

"I'm going now. Goodnight."

With that, she slid a little way up the bed and her lips brushed mine. It was the softest kiss that I have ever felt. Her lips fluttered against me for just a second and then withdrew. She stayed motionless beside me for what felt like forever before her mouth descended back to mine and pressed with a hungry passion.

The sweet taste of her saliva mingled with that cherry lip-balm as we kissed each other with a forbidden desire. Her body was twisted against my side and the hand that I had put around her shoulders now was hooked over them and rested in the small of her back. I drew circles there as we kissed each other.

The fiery desire gave way to a tenderness that surprised me with the way it generated even stronger feelings of lust. I kissed my little sister in a way that I had never kissed any other woman before. With love.

Her small hand pressed down on my muscular chest and she pushed her mouth away from mine.

"Oh, Jack! This is so wrong!"

"I know," I replied with hoarseness in my voice.

Once more, her lips descended to mine. This time they parted and her tongue slid into my mouth and flicked at my own with the gentlest of caresses. Her silky hair framed our faces as she gave in to her desires and kissed me with a growing neediness.

Giving a little whimper, she tore her mouth from mine and dropped her face to rest it in the crook of my neck. Her hot breath billowed against my throat as she gasped for air. Through the cotton of her T-shirt, I could feel two hard points pressed into my chest. It was then that I also realised she was gently grinding her groin against the side of my hips. The T-shirt must have rucked up because I could feel her hot flesh against mine and the puffy slickness of her pussy as she rubbed it on me.

"Oh, Jack, this is wrong. You're my big brother. My older brother. And I'm your little sister. This is wrong. It's bad. It's naughty. It's incest."

Her whispers were getting husky with excitement as her hips moved against me with a rhythmic grind. Her upper thigh slipped further across my crotch as she widened her legs to get more of my hip against her groin. I could now feel a wet patch on my skin where her cunt was smearing its honey.

Her lips brushed onto my throat in butterfly kisses as she stretched one arm across my chest to hug herself tighter against me.

"Oh, Jack, yessss. This is nice. I like this."

I was rocking slightly as she humped her pussy against me. Her intermittent kisses on my throat felt so sensual and loving as she let her own passions build. The whole act was making my cock throb painfully as my own lust soared. I had to reach down and stroke my shaft to ease it.

In my darkened bedroom, my little sister used my hip to masturbate herself with as she suckled at my throat. I had one hand stroking my rigid shaft and the other caressing her back as it rocked and heaved.

"Kiss me, brother," she whispered in a lusty tone.

I eagerly tilted my face down to her raised one and mashed our lips together. Slick sticky wetness was coating my hip and running down its side as her pussy writhed against me. I had to wank my cock with a harder and firmer rhythm as my desire for this young girl mounted.

Then, I felt the most delightful thing. Her small fingers closed around my slick shaft, below my own and she began to pump up and down with me. I let go and her hand moved higher as she stroked me faster. Her mouth dropped away from mine and she shivered as she buried her face in my neck. Her lips lay near my ear and she whispered continually into it.

"I'm holding my brother's cock! I have my brother's hard cock in my hand! I'm wanking my older brother!"

It was the words that seemed to excite her more and more. The very taboo act, when uttered aloud made this little teenager cream all the more. I smiled as I decided to help.

"That's it, little sister. Wank my hard cock in your hand. Feel your brother’s shaft sliding between your fingertips. Can you feel the way my juice is sliding down and making my sister's hand wet? Fuck me with your hand, little sister. Fuck your brother!"

"OOhhh," she moaned, shuddering against me and thrusting her hips with renewed intensity.

Her hand was causing me such delight that I closed my eyes and lost myself to the feelings. She brought me back with a thrill when her tongue curled into my ear.

"Tell me," she breathed. "I want to hear it. Tell me how your sister is making you want to cum."

"Yes, my angel, you are. You are making your brother's cum boil in anticipation. I want to spurt my seed over you in creamy incestuous waves, little sister. My dearest, darling little sister. I love you. Pump you tiny cunt against your brother. Let me feel your sticky honey gush out. Fuck your pussy against your brother."

I slid the hand that had been stroking the small of her back lower until I felt it slide off her T-shirt and onto the small thrusting mounds of her buttocks. The flesh was hot and slippery beneath my fingers. I stroked patterns in the sweat that covered them. Gingerly, I slipped my fingers into the crease and stroked up and down its whole length.

"Can you feel your brother's fingers on your ass, sister? Can you feel me touching you?"

"Yes!" she gasped, humping her sensitive clit against my hipbone with frenzy.

"You belong to me, don't you, sis?"

"Yes!"

"I can do anything I want to you, can't I?"

"Oh, yes!"

I traced my thick finger down to the lower part of her butt crease and felt her little rosebud pass beneath my fingertip. Her body lurched as I touched that secret spot. It was not my goal for tonight, though. I let my finger follow the remaining inch of flesh before sinking it in one smooth movement all the way into her young cunt.

Hot, slippery, rippled flesh slithered about my questing digit as she continued to buck her hips in passion. Her cunt juice bathed me in its sticky nectar and squelched to her movements. Her soft buttocks clenched and relaxed around my wrist as I slotted my finger back and forth in her moist sheath. Slick strands of sticky girl cream stretched from her puffy flesh to my knuckles as they bounced apart, to slowly drip like glistening ropes onto her thighs.

"Is your pussy juicy for your brother, sis? Is your little cunt all wet for your big brother?"

"Yes," she whispered in a quavering voice.

For a few minutes, all we could do was gasp as we were consumed by the delirious pleasure of our taboo act. Then she began to shake and shiver like she had last night. Mewls of delight gushed from her lips as she clung to me in helplessness as her orgasm broke. My plunging fingers were squeezed in a satin vice as her pussy writhed in incestuous rapture. She mashed her clit against me and ground it in a circle as hard as she could while ripples shook her child-like frame.

That was enough for me and my cum burst out in a torrential spray. It drenched the inside of the blanket above my groin and spattered up my belly. Her small hand pumped up and down to draw the last of my creamy tribute from its well. The final squirts just oozed out and ran in thick salty rivulets over her tiny fingers.

Finally, she lay panting in my arms. Her little chest rose and fell in great gasps that squashed her peach like breasts against my hard muscles. My own chest rose and fell with such force that it lifted her up and down.

She gave a dreamy little-girl giggle as her fingers drew swirls in the cum on my belly, "My brother's spunk! My hands are covered in my big brother's spunk. It's so lovely warm and sticky. I love the feel of my brother's cum."

As the last word left her lips, she jerked as if electrocuted. I could hear her intake of breath as a loud hiss.

"Oh, no. What have we done! This is wrong!" Her voice trembled as she dissolved into tears, leapt from my bed and fled the room.

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Stacy Ch. 03



I made my way down to breakfast, unsure of how Stacy would react. I had thought yesterday morning I had been confused, but today I was worse. This time, she had come to me, and it had been she that had initiated the sex. So why did she leave in tears?

I now knew that I loved her in more ways than just as a brother, but I did not regret a single thing anymore. No, that is not true; I suppose I did have a regret. It was that it had taken until Stacy was eighteen before we began to get along. I felt we had wasted all those years getting on each other's nerves, when we could have been close.

My apprehension faded when I stepped into the kitchen to find Mom on her own, washing up all the used breakfast dishes while my food sizzled in the frying pan.

"Where's the brat?" I asked, trying to sound normal.

She stopped soaping a bowl and gave me a puzzled frown, "It's Thursday."

Ah. I had forgotten. On Thursday mornings, Stacy went for gymnastics practise before college. Dad and she were usually gone long before I was due to get up. Shrugging, I slumped into my chair as Mom dried her hands, and began to gather my breakfast.

"Are you okay, Honey?" she asked, with a concerned tone.

"Hunh?"

That made her smile. "All those years of education and still in the mornings you have the conversational skills of Neanderthal man."

"Eh?" I mumbled, my distracted thoughts not taking in what she was teasing me about.

Placing my food before me, she ruffled my hair, "Well at least you vary your morning grunts. Shall we try for an 'Hmm' in reply to this one?"

"Sorry," I sighed. "'Morning, Mum."

She stroked my shoulder affectionately and gave me my morning kiss on the cheek, "That's better. Welcome to the twenty first century, Jack."

"Are you looking forward to your weekend away with Dad?" I asked, trying to take my mind off the empty chair opposite me.

She leant back against the worktop and folded her arms underneath her breasts, "Sure. A nice hotel; room service; romantic dinners for two; no verbally challenged children; some sexy lingerie and a bottle or two of wine. Why wouldn't I be?"

I choked on my bacon as the thought of my mother in sexy lingerie popped into my mind. What the Hell was wrong with me? Only yesterday morning it had been images of Stacy in the red lace. Still, this time it was not my fault.

"That's er... nice," I finally managed.

The sparkle in her eyes twinkled as she laughed at my discomfort. "What's the matter, son? Thoughts of your Mom and Dad 'doing it like bunnies' a little bit too graphic for you?"

"Well, they weren't until you just drew a clearer picture for me," I complained.

Her delightful laughter filled the kitchen.

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"Five ball in the centre pocket!" whooped Tank-boy as I slotted the cue forward, missing the ball completely.

"There'll be a screwball in the corner pocket if you don't stop putting me off," I warned.

"Sweet talk like that get you many girls, one-shot?" he quipped back.

"Well at least I've had girls, plural, and not just the lovely Emma, like you."

"Well sure, but is that also counting the regimental goat mascot?"

"Get lost," I laughed. "You and Coop put that in my bed right before the inspection."

"Prove it," he grinned.

As we played pool, Mitch returned carrying the tray with a pitcher of beer and several glasses. Miranda made a face when he made her slide further along the bench seat so that he could take the end position.

"Beer's here, squaddies. Last one to down his pint buys the next round."

As my shot bounced the white ball down into a pocket, I groaned and walked over to slump down next to Emma. "And you go out with him?" I mocked, nodding toward Liam as he twirled his cue like a demented samurai.

"Sometimes we end up sexually attracted to people we shouldn't be."

I snapped my head around to look at her, but she kept her head down as she continued to read the trashy novel she held. The near side of her face was slightly hidden by a wisp of long black hair that had slipped loose from the clasp that held the rest piled high on her head. Between that and her spectacles, I could not tell if she glanced my way.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Folding the corner of her page, she pressed the book flat and then turned to stare straight back at me. "Sexual attraction. It's a primal thing. Lust only knows that it wants, and does not care that what it wants may be unsuitable."

I narrowed my eyes as she held my gaze. Just before I was about to reply, she added, "Or forbidden."

"What are you trying to say?"

The smile she gave me was blocked from view by Tank-boy as he squeezed between us and curled his arm around her shoulders.

"Don't waste your time trying to explain things to one-shot, Babe. The only thing he knows about University educations is that he can't spell it."

"Hey guys," called Cooper from the video quiz machine. "I've used all three life lines. Quick, does anybody know what year the Berlin wall fell?"

As ever, Liam could not resist, "That depends. When did you lean on it, tubby?"

It took both Mitch and I to drag Cooper off him.

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When I got home, I decided to listen to some music in my room. As I reached the brat's bedroom door, I noticed it was ajar. I hesitated when I heard voices and moved to get a better view.

Kimberly was in there with Stacy. They were both in their gymnastic costumes and obviously practising some moves.

The brat's costume was a bright red leotard that had an upturned white triangle from her shoulders to her gusset and it fit her like a second skin. Nothing about her small body was left to the imagination. It was pulled so taut over her tiny frame that I could clearly see the indentation of the slit down between her pussy lips. Where it crossed her breasts, the peach sized mounds thrust through the Lycra and her nipples were quite prominent. As she moved, I got a glimpse of her buttocks and how the elastic edge of the tight fabric made an mark across her cheeks.

Kimberly's was just the same, except that its design was all black with jagged white triangles on her shoulders that reminded me of icicles. My eyes drank in the sight of her slightly larger breasts moving and rolling as she stretched and bent. She really was an incredibly sexy young girl.

As I watched through the gap in the door, Stacy put her hands on the floor, and lifted effortlessly into a handstand. Kimberly hovered close by, ready to catch her if she fell, but it was not needed though. My little sister opened her legs to change her centre of balance, and then slowly lifted one hand from the floor. Only the slightest trembles in her arm gave away just how much effort was required for her to hold the pose.

"Show off!" teased her friend.

"Jealous bimbo," laughed the brat as she gracefully returned to her feet.

"Will your brother be coming home this afternoon?"

Kimberly asked the question in a tone of voice that seemed to indicate it was just conversation and she did not really care what the answer was. It did not fool the brat.

"Ew! You have the hots for him! That's disgusting. You do know he scratches his balls when he's watching television, don't you?"

Hey! That's not true, I thought. Well, okay. It may be, but I don't do it all the time. Trust the little cow to tell my embarrassing secrets to her friends!

Kimberly's delighted giggles surprised me.

“Well next time you watch television, invite me round and I’ll do it for him!”

Stacy shrieked with laughter, "You're such a slut, Kimmy!"

They were standing about three feet apart on the rug in front of the brat’s dressing table when Kimberly suddenly moved to my sister and kissed her on the lips. It was very quick, but there was no mistaking it was a loving one. As she stood back, a naughty smile spread across her face, "Maybe. Is that a bad thing?"

"It is when you want to do my gorilla of a brother! Errghhh!"

I could not believe what I had just seen. Stacy let her friend kiss her! Were they more than just friends? I had to admit the sight had really turned me on. Who wouldn't want to see two beautiful eighteen year old girls locking lips?

A movement in the hallway behind me attracted my attention. Mum came out of the bathroom, carrying an armful of clothes to be washed.

"Ah Jack, you're back. I'm going to put some washing in. Do you have anything you'd like done before I go away?"

"Yeah, I think so. Let me check and I'll bring it down."

She nodded and disappeared down the stairs. When I turned back to peek into the brat's bedroom, they were both stood in the doorway watching me.

"Hi Joe," Kimberly purred, seductively.

"It's Jack," I corrected.

"Aw, come on," she pouted, rubbing her hand up my chest. "You used to be a soldier didn't you? Who ever heard of a G.I. Jack?"

Her teasing grin drew one from me.

"Oh, I don't know," piped the brat. "It could be G.I. Jack. If G.I. stands for Genuine Idiot."

Kimberly snorted as she laughed. My look of thunder just seemed to encourage the brat, "Usually though, it just stands for Greatly Inebriated."

While Kim descended into further laughter, the brat glanced sideways at me. Our eyes met and for just the briefest instant there seemed to be a connection, before she slid them back to her team-mate.

"And of course that leads to Generally Impotent."

Kimberly shook as she tried to contain her giggles, "That's harsh, even for you, Stace."

"Maybe," the brat conceded. "And if what the girls he used to date say is true, it's not accurate. He can do it. It's just that when he does he's Grossly Incompetent!"

I strode over to my grinning sister and lowered my face until we were nose to nose, "Drop dead, brat!"

As I stormed down the hall to my room, I heard her parting shot, "Well done! That was so articulate you reminded me that I nearly forgot to mention you have a Gnat's Inteligence!"

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Later that evening, I wandered into the lounge to see what was on television. Mom was sat on the sofa reading. Dad was in his armchair, and the brat was curled up on his lap. Like she usually did, she had got ready for bed, and then come to spend the last hour watching the TV with our parents. It was common to find her like this.

She was wearing a red silk nightshirt that stretched down halfway from her crotch to her knees and was barefoot. Dad was soothingly stroking her long blonde hair while she was sucking her thumb in that childish way she had, while watching the documentary. As her lips pulsed on her thumb, her index finger stroked her nose and her other arm was hooked around Dad's neck.

When I dropped down onto the couch while giving Stacy a black look, Mom followed my gaze. She sighed.

"Don't you think you are a little old for that, Stacy, darling?"

"No," she answered, petulantly.

"Well, at least give your father a break. You're getting too big to sit on his lap."

"No, I'm not!" She sat forward and gave Dad a puppy-dog look, "Am I Daddy?"

"No, of course not, Pumpkin."

His arm curled around her waist and drew her back to him. She smiled happily, stuck her thumb back in her mouth and laid her head under his chin.

Mom just shrugged and gave me a what-can-you-do look.

I grumpily turned my attention to the documentary. It was some fluffy girly nonsense about Koalas. No doubt it was Stacy's choice. Typical!

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When the boring programme had finished, Stacy sat up and gave Dad a kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight, Daddy."

He tenderly kissed her forehead, "Goodnight, Pumpkin. Sleep tight; don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Dadeee!" she chided, rolling her eyes in mock embarrassment. She then crossed the rug to give mum a kiss on the lips.

"'Night, Mummy."

"Goodnight, darling."

It was mum's turn to roll her eyes, in a gesture that made it evident where Stacy got it from, when the brat clambered up over her lap to reach the sideboard, instead of walking around. Leaning over, she snatched up her tiny round tin of lip balm and then dropped down to sit on Mom's knee while she twisted the lid off. Dipping the tip of her little finger into the pink jelly, she smeared it back and forth across her lips while fixing her gaze on mine. Her baby-blue eyes held me as she slowly completed her bedtime ritual and smacked her lips.

Not taking her eyes from mine, she replaced the lid, handed the tin to mum and said, "I'm going to bed now."

When she stood up, Mom slapped her rump with a light tap, "Don't forget that we won't be here when you get home tomorrow. I'll leave you some food in the refrigerator and Jack will have the household money. In case of an emergency, the hotel's number is on the pad by the phone."

"Have a good time, Mummy," she smiled. As she turned and left the room, I was sure she gave me a slight nod toward the stairs.

After a couple of minutes, I yawned, "I'm whacked. Figure I'll go to bed, too."

I gave mum a hug and as her soft lips brushed mine she whispered, "We're relying on you, Jack. Look after your little sister while we're away."

"Yes mom."

"'Night Dad."

"'Night son."

When I stood in the doorway, I turned and gave them a cheeky smile, "Have a good time for your anniversary, and don't do anything I would."

"Oh don't worry, dear. We won't," Mum grinned. "Your father's knees aren't what they once were!"

She was laughing girlishly as she raised her arm to deflect the cushion he tossed at her. I shook my head at the many different ways parents could embarrass their children and then climbed the stairs to find the brat.

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The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and she was peering out. When she saw me, she beckoned me inside, before she twisted the catch to lock it. Unsure of her fickle moods, I hesitantly waited to find out what was coming next. She narrowed her lips and put her hands on her hips. Uh-oh.

"You want to do it with her, don't you?"

"What?"

"Sleep with Kimberly."

"No."

"Liar."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are. She fancies you like mad. It's been Jack this, Jack that, ever since she first saw you yesterday. She asked me if you had a girlfriend and if I thought you would date a girl as young as her."

"And what did you tell her?"

"I told her you used to bugger your army mates."

"I did not, you snotty little cow!"

"I know that, but she doesn't. Anyway, she didn't believe me."

"Well, as pleasant as this has been, brat, I'm going to bed." I tried to move past her to the door, but she leant back on it.

"Why wouldn't you sleep with her, then, assuming I believe you?"

I sighed. "Because the only girl I am interested in happens to be you. Although I'm not so sure why after how you've been today."

"But Kim has a sexy body. It's not surprising you'd rather see her naked."

I gritted my teeth and clapped my hand across my eyes, "God give me strength!"

"Look, Stace, I'm sorry about that crack about you having the body of a fourteen year old girl! How many times must I apologise! If it was a choice between seeing Kim naked and seeing you, I'd pick you." I shook my head as I stared at her in frustration.

Her long blonde hair shone in the bathroom light as she tilted her face forward and it cascaded around her shoulders like a golden curtain. What she said next was so quiet that I almost missed it.

"Would you like to?"

"Hunh?"

Her liquid eyes lifted to mine and my heart beat faster, "I said, would you like to?"

I felt a tremble in my chest and her words sunk in. Unable, or perhaps unwilling, to take the risk and just say yes, I played dumb.

"Like to what?"

"See me naked."

It was the moment. That moment when you know that what happens next will change everything. With a mouth too dry to speak, I nodded.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted a hand to the buttons at her throat and began to fumble slowly with them. Time stretched and slowed as I watched my newest fantasies come to life. Her small fingers slipped the black buttons through the red silk holes and the garment gradually began to part and reveal more of her nubile flesh.

It did not part enough to reveal her small breasts, though. Those little peaches remained covered as the two sides of the nightshirt hung from her slim shoulders. When she unfastened the final few buttons that covered her groin, I caught a glimpse of white cotton. Then, before I realised she had finished, she shrugged and the silk nightshirt slid down her back to puddle on the tiles at her feet.

I took a couple of steps backward and sat on the side of the bathtub. She was perfect! Her skin was smooth, toned, tanned and flawless. Not a single blemish marred her whole body. I gulped and felt my jeans become tight and uncomfortable as the sight of her made me incredibly hard.

The graceful curve of her throat swept down to the two small mounds of her breasts. I had cupped those little beauties in my hand in the darkness, but seeing them in the light made my mouth water. They were so small, but slightly upturned. Her areolas were the loveliest shade of rose pink and made a tiny circle around the base of her amazing nipples. Those stiff little lengths of flesh were heavenly! They seemed quite long, but that was probably just because they came from such little peaches.

I wanted to fall on my knees before her and suck them into my mouth so desperately.

However, there was more to see. Her little girl's figure did not have much in the way of womanly curves, but she had the flatness and smoothness of an athlete. Her lifetime of gymnastics had honed every ounce of fat from her small frame and I could see her belly button quiver as she trembled from the nervousness of exposing herself to me.

My eyes swept down across her perfectly flat belly to her knickers. She was wearing a tiny pair of white cotton panties that made her look completely virginal.

"Turn around," I said, hoarsely.

She began to spin for me. "Slowly," I urged. She obeyed and turned around until I could see her butt. The little round cheeks were so slim and just like a little girl's. I groaned in desire for her. That made her look over her shoulder at me.

"Jack?"

"Stacy," I whispered, awestruck. "You are so beautiful! You're perfect!"

She turned all the way back to me with a nervous smile on her lips, "Want to see more?"

"God yes!"

As she hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties, she cast her eyes toward the ceiling and whispered to herself, "I can't believe I'm doing this!"

Her little breasts dipped as she leant forward slightly to slide the cotton down her slim thighs. I knew from my fingers exploration in the dark that her pussy was bare and smooth, but that did nothing to prepare me for the sight of it. It was exquisite!

Her labia formed two small mounds that were slightly parted by her arousal. Between these baby smooth lips, there was a pale pink channel that sparkled with dewdrops of girlish excitement. I could remember perfectly the wondrous feel of that slick slit as I had slid my fingers along it.

"Stacy, I have to make love to you," I breathed, my voice laden with desire.

"Then do it," she replied.

I must have set the world record for a guy removing his clothes. When I was naked too, and my throbbing cock was bobbing before me, I knelt on the cool tiles and motioned her toward me. She moved forward hesitantly, until my large hands cupped both her hips and guided her firmly to me. I made her sidestep and then pressed her back a little, until her butt rested up against the washbasin's vanity unity.

"Say it first," she whispered, closing her eyes.

For a moment, I did not know what she wanted, and then I remembered how turned on she had got at the incestuous words of last night. Speaking them aloud seemed to heighten her pleasure, and I was all for anything that did that.

"I want to make love to my sister," I murmured, as I nuzzled my lips against her belly button.




Stacy Ch. 03



"Use the dirty words," she urged.

I licked down toward her pussy. "I want to fuck my little sister. I want to slide my hot cock into my little sister's cunt and fuck her until she cums. I want you to cream on your big brother's stiff shaft and beg me to pump my incestuous seed into your tight, wet cunt."

Her hand caressed my hair as she let her head fall back to rest on the mirror above the basin, "Ohhh, yessss. That's what I want to hear."

Her small child-like hips jerked when my tongue traced its way onto her slit and drew circles around the fleshy hood of her clit. I could smell the distinctive aroma of her arousal and its heady scent made my lust for her swell. Its deliciousness was matched only by the sweet taste of her cunt as I lapped at her puffy flesh like a kitten at a bowl of cream.

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Lick your little sister's cunt. Stick your big brotherly tongue into my little honey clam. Fuck my little pussy with your mouth!"

I needed no urging as I French-kissed her sweet cunny. Her soft, damp folds slithered around my lips and left smears of sweet juice on my cheeks. When I thrust my tongue as deep into as I could get it, and then swirled it in spirals, she gasped and lifted one leg into the air.

Only another gymnast or perhaps a ballerina could have lifted her foot as straight up above her head as she did. With her fingers, she grasped her ankle as it lay next to her ear, and never even wobbled in that wonderful position.

"Fuck me deeper with your tongue," she moaned, pleadingly.

I took advantage of having the extra space now that her left leg was not in the way to bury my face completely in her sopping wet slit. My hungry lapping produced snuffling noises as I stirred my little sister's most intimate flesh with my tongue.

After several minutes, I could hold back no longer. Standing up, I gripped her waist and, because she was so much smaller than I was, I lifted her up to sit on the basin. Her slim legs slipped around my sides as she kissed one of my nipples before nodding.

Smiling at her permission, I cupped her buttocks in both hands and thrust my rigid shaft into her soaking heaven. The force of it lifted her slightly, and she grasped hold of the taps behind her back to steady herself. Our eyes locked and the urgent need to obey our incestuous desires shone in both of us.

"Oh, that feels good," she said dreamily, as she rose and fell to the tempo of my slow thrusts. The tight flesh of her cunt held my sliding meat with a sensuous caress as it juiced to oil the motion.

I looked down the gap between our bodies. In the shadow of my bulk, her tiny breasts were two small pointed mounds with long nipples that brushed against my muscular chest. Between those two lovely little treasures, I could see her flat belly curving down to the folds of her smooth labia. The thick spear of my cock parted the puffy flesh and as it slid back and forth into her, it drew glistening strings of girl juice with it.

I could not take my eyes off that amazing sight as I realised that all these wonderful feelings were being generated by the way my stiff shaft was gliding into her slick pussy. A brother's cock gliding into his sister's pussy.

"Oh, Stacy," I moaned.

"Do you like fucking your little sister, huh?" she whispered seductively into my mouth as her lips closed on mine, bringing the sweet taste of cherry.

I let the passion of my kiss answer her. Her willing mouth received my thrusting tongue at the same time as her willing cunt received my thrusting cock. I groaned with lust when I felt the way the impact of our hips made her little breasts bump into my chest and poke at me with those hard nipples.

I released one buttock and let my hand rise to grasp onto the small mound of her tit. She whimpered with desire into my mouth and hungrily devoured my tongue. With my finger and thumb, I rolled the long, thick nipple back and forth to elicit more murmurs of pleasure from her.

When my thrusting cock caused her juices to squirt around it with a loud squelch, she giggled as we kissed and I smiled back.

"See how wet I am brother? Feel how wet your sister is?"

Her words made me fuck her harder and she suddenly leant back with a look of discomfort on her face. "Ooo, Ooo, stop, stop, stop."

I did so immediately, concern written across my face, "What is it, am I hurting you?"

"No silly," she grinned. "It's these damn taps! They're digging into my butt!"

Laughing, I planted a long kiss on her lips and then lifted her clear of the basin. She was so small and light that I could easily support her weight with just one hand as she clutched onto my shoulders and humped her hips against mine. It felt strange to have my little sister in my arms and my cock buried in her pussy.

I gave her a few thrusts, but it did not feel as good with nothing to support her. She seemed to like it, though, and ground circles on my shaft. I let her have her way for several minutes as we kissed, but finally, I needed more.

"Just a mo," I promised.

Supporting her butt with one hand, and her back with the other, I carefully got down to my knees and then laid her beneath me.

"Mmmm," she breathed as I covered her little body with my own. Her thin legs spread to grant my hips better access. The coolness of the floor tiles made her squirm, which elicited shivers of delight from my sunken cock. Using my knees and elbows to support my weight, I slid my hips back and felt my length slide out of her sodden passage.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, Stacy."

"Yes, I do," she answered quickly.

"Say it, then."

"I want you to fuck me, Jack."

Satisfied, I sunk my hard cock into her sopping cunt. We both gasped in pleasure at the feeling of her tight sheath being stretched as I ploughed my length into her. I sank it to the hilt in her creamy depths as her knees lifted to press into my sides and her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

One small hand clutched at the back of my head and pressed it down so that her lips were near my ear. "Fuck me, Jack! Shove that big, beautiful cock into my tight little pussy! Fuck your little sister, Jack. Can you feel how juicy my brother's cock makes me?"

Her quickly whispered words enflamed me and I began to fuck her with a mounting rhythm. Her tiny body clung to me as I pounded in and out of her young cunt.

Fuck, she felt good!

The sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with a liquid squelching from her sex and the feverish moans from her mouth. Without pausing, she continually urged me on.

"Oh, God, Jack! Yes. Fuck it. Fuck my little pussy! Oh, yes!"

She was gasping loudly as I thrust my stiff shaft in and out of her like lightning. Little ooofs of air were blasted from her each time I nailed her to the bathroom floor.

"That's it! That's it! Fuck your little sister's tight cunt with my big brother's cock! You dirty beast! You're fucking your sister and loving it, aren't you? Tell me, Jack!"

"Yeah," I grunted as her silk sheath squished around me and her soft flesh slithered wetly about my hot cock as she tried to suck me as deep as she could. "I'm fucking my little sister, and the sexy little tease is loving every second of it! Big brother's cock will make you cum, sis. I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop!"

"Then you'll be fucking me for a long time, 'cause I never want this to end!"

She shivered beneath me and clutched on so tight that every time I rose up to slam back down into her, her small body lifted almost completely off the floor.

"Oh, Jesus, Stacy! I've never fucked anyone as tight as you! Christ but it's good!"

"Are you going to pump your hot brother cum into me?" she whispered, between gasps.

"Is my big brother going to spend his incestuous seed into my quivering little cunt?"

Her legs locked tightly around my back and she thrust her small hips up to meet me as if she was in the midst of a seizure. Her breath juddered out of her in hot gusts and she began to quiver and shake.

I winced in pain as her fingernails dug furrows in my shoulders, but was thankful for the distraction. If it had not been for that, when her vice-like cunt began to ripple and twitch, I would have been lost. While my little sister shook in the throes of a powerful orgasm, I re-doubled my efforts and began to fuck her like a piston.

"O-eeeeeyyyyyyeeee! I'm cummminnnnngg!" she squealed, her velvet sheath spasming and grasping at me. I had to bite my lip as her juices gushed around my pumping shaft. Gradually, she went limp beneath me and her face rolled to the side. Her eyes scrunched up as little tremors still danced in her body and her cheeks flushed a bright pink.

I fastened my lips onto her throat and sucked hard.

"Mmmmm," she moaned and it trailed off into a delighted giggle.

I reduced my thrusting to a slow grind as I stirred my cock in circles within her honey-filled depths. I could feel my pubic hair matted with her sticky fluid and it stretched between us in syrupy strands as I rocked in and out of her young body.

For several minutes, she just lay weak beneath me as I gently fucked her with tender love. Slowly, her rasping breathing returned to normal and she opened her beautiful blue eyes to stare up at me. Her whole face was dripping with sweat and she licked a little bead from her upper lip.

"I love you so much, Jack," she whispered.

"You love me, or my cock?" I teased, giving it several quick stabs into her mushy quim.

"Ohhh," she gasped, her small hands once more reaching for my sides. "Both. I love my brother and I love the way he fucks me. And I especially love the way my brother's hot cock feels inside of me."

Our lips met in a slow and tender kiss as we continued our leisurely humping on the floor. When she had gone limp, her legs had slipped off me and straightened, but now she hooked them back around my butt.

Darting her tongue playfully in and out of my lips in time with the beat of our rolling hips, she giggled into my mouth. "Make me cum, again, brother. Make your little sister's girly cream ooze out of her tiny cunt! Fuck your sister, big brother."

Her sexy, incestuous words did the intended trick and I began to speed up the pace of our fucking. Soon, she was holding onto me for dear life as I reamed her hot sheath with my rampant cock. Her hard nipples dug into my chest as she squeezed herself tightly against me. She had to turn her face to the side and flatten it against my chest as I lost myself in the gloriousness of her wet cunt. Her slick flesh slithered about me and its sucking squishes made my cum begin to boil.

"Do it!" she urged. "Fill your little sister with hot, sticky brother cum! Pump your incestuous lust into me, Jack! Fuck me and fill me!"

A sudden grasping clutch from her inner pussy walls signalled her bursting into her second orgasm and all my resistance was flung aside. I groaned aloud and shoved my length as deep into her as I could. With an almost painful jerk of bliss, my cock spat out a torrent of hot cum into my sister's rippling sheath. Her pussy's contractions milked my cum from my balls and I coated her womb with a salty gush of thick white semen. Wave after wave of her brother's cum filled her tiny cunt.

I was holding myself rigid above her trembling frame, but as the last of my spunk oozed into her shivering flesh, I groaned and collapsed on top of her, giving no thought to how my huge body was crushing her tiny form against the tiled floor. All I could do was twist my face to the side in the clouds of her blonde mane and gasp for breath.

I cannot say how long we lay there, but it was wonderful. I had never felt such all consuming bliss and love before.

Eventually, I turned my face back to hers and planted a loving kiss on her cheek. Then, pushing my arms straight on the floor above her shoulders, I raised my body from hers. We both let out a small moan of pleasure as my soft cock pulled out of the tight ring of her pussy entrance.

I sat back on my heels, between her wide spread legs and looked at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She glistened with sweat, her whole skin seemed to have a pinkness across it and her smooth shaven pussy lips were gaping wide open and flushed with arousal. Her little cunt was dribbling a clear stream of juice down her butt crack and I could see my cum oozing out with it. Her little nipples looked hard enough to hurt as they bobbed up and down on her heaving breasts.

"Oh, Stacy," I whispered in awe.

My words seemed to bring her to her senses, and she propped herself up on her elbows to look down her body at me. Her eyes flicked from mine to trace a path down to my cum covered cock. She watched it for a moment before I saw her smile.

She got to her feet with a slow stiffness that made me think that in our passion we may have been too rough. Without a word, she slipped on her panties and nightshirt. When she turned back to me, our heads were almost level. She was only just taller than I was, even though I was still kneeling down. I smiled at her, filled with a warm love.

"You won't tell anybody about this, will you?" she asked, as her eyes nervously searched mine.

"No brat, I promise," I said, using the old insult affectionately for the first time.

She smiled as I pulled her close and we kissed with an unhurried tenderness for several long moments. Finally, she lifted her mouth away as she cupped my cheeks with her small hands.

"I've been thinking things over. I know that we are not supposed to do this, but I can't help wanting to. I love you and will do anything for you."

"And I love you, too."

"I don't want Mummy or Daddy to know there's anything different between us, so we have to act the way we always have around other people, okay?"

"You mean I have to put up with you being a pain in the butt still?"

Her grin revealed her perfect white teeth, "Sure. Think you can handle it?"

My only answer was to drag her back for another kiss.

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FROM THE AUTHOR : Did you like that? If so, please take a moment to send me feedback about what worked for you. It inspires me to continue. This was done with the volunteer editing of OMEGAZONE, whom I am very grateful to.



Stacy Ch. 04



I was having the most wonderful dream about my eighteen year old little sister, Stacy. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I dreamt of all the things we had done and would be able to do. My imagination pictured how flexible the little gymnast was and put her into some truly amazing positions. It was delightful how she could hold herself in a handstand while I held onto those small hips and ploughed my hard cock into her tight wet crevice.

The pleasure got more intense and I heard her say, "Is that good?"

"Mmm hummh," I sighed.

"Well, you'll have to tell me better than that or I'm gonna stop."

My dream did not seem quite right. Although I was holding her hips and shoving my shaft into her pussy while she stayed in a handstand, I could feel her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. Neither did it feel quite like I remembered when I slid into her little cunt.

"C'mon, Jack, tell me!" she complained.

"Hunh?" I mumbled, drifting up from my slumber. I felt my stiff cock aching as it was surrounded by a warm, wetness that contained something that wriggled against the underside of my shaft and rasped across it.

Realisation dawned and I opened my eyes in shock. I was lying in my bed, legs spread apart and Stacy was lying between them. She had her arms across the tops of my thighs and was licking at my cockhead like it was an ice cream cone. The Tee-shirt she had worn to bed was so large on her that it hung to her knees and on the front of it was a Disney cartoon of Sleeping Beauty. Some strange detached part of my brain wondered why she wasn't still wearing the nightshirt from last night's encounter in the bathroom, but it made no impact on my lust filled consciousness.

Her eyes sparkled and she flashed me a naughty grin as her tongue fluttered over the little slit on the end of my glans. "I said, tell me. You know I like it. Do it for me Jack, please."

I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was not due to go off for an hour and a half yet. The little brat must have woken up horny and wanted some satisfaction. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back to the pillow in ecstasy when she sank my length back into her mouth. Her little head bobbed up and down on me as she slurped noisily on my cock while I just lay there and let the sensations chase electric thrills through my groin.

Suddenly, the sucking heaven was snatched away from me and I felt a sharp slap across my thigh. I looked down my body to see her pushing herself upright with a sulky pout on her face, "If you won't play, then I won't either!"

She began to clamber off my bed when I shot out a hand and clasped it onto her small shoulders. "Wait Stace!" I knew what she wanted from me; it was the dirty talk. I felt a little silly doing it, but she loved it and it really got her hot, so I was not about to complain or refuse. I took hold of the base of my aching cock and wobbled the hard shaft at her, feeling her saliva run down it as I did so.

"C'mon, little sister, suck your big brother's hard cock. Put your little mouth back onto your brother's shaft and give him a cock sucking to remember."

A devilish grin spread across her face and she immediately climbed back between my legs. I watched her tiny frame settle itself as she lay on her belly, with her feet waggling in the air. Holding my rampant shaft in her small fingers, she poked out her tongue and fluttered it against the underside of my glans. Oohhh, that felt good.

"That's it Stacy. Lick it like a lollipop. Do it for me, Sis. Oohhh, yeah. Suck your brother's dick until I pump my incestuous brother-cum into your sweet mouth!"

The words had their usual effect upon the brat; she moaned lustily and dropped her whole mouth over the tip of my shaft. Oh, it felt so good around my hot length even though she could not quite take all of me inside.

The sight was extremely erotic. Powerfully so. My little sister was lapping and slurping at my stiff cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She no longer cared if anybody else thought what we were doing was wrong. At that moment, neither did I. How could something that felt so good be wrong?

"Suck your brother's cock, little sister. Lick it. That's it." She obeyed and winked at me as her tongue slid up and down the length of my shaft, gliding wetly over the hot flesh.

"That's a good sister. Lick your brother's cock. Put it in that tiny mouth and show me what you can do with it."

Again she sunk as much of me inside as she could. Even though I only have an average cock, it wasn't a lot; but this was the first time she had tried oral sex, so I wasn't going to complain. There would be time to teach her how to do it another day. Besides, it felt like heaven in there. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the fluttering of her tongue on the underside of my glans.

"Do you like that, big brother?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel naughty letting your little sister suck your dick?"

"Yes!"

"Would you feel even naughtier if I let you fuck me?" My cock jerked wildly in her hand and against her lapping tongue.

"Hell yes!" I did want to cum in her mouth, but the temptation of fucking her was just too great.

Quickly, I sat up and she giggled as she knelt before me and dragged her Tee-shirt over her head. Her two tiny little peach sized breasts bobbed enticingly on her child-like chest. Even as she was flinging her nightshirt off I grasped her around the waist and pulled her toward my mouth.

"Mmmm!" she sighed as my lips closed around the stiff bud of a nipple and suckled.

"Oh, I like that, Jack."

While my mouth worked on her tiny breast, my hands slid up and down her back, tracing the contours and committing them to memory. Instinctively, one hand slid lower to cup the small firm globe of a buttock and squeezed it.

"Oh, Jack."

After a few moments of little gasps and moans as I played with her nubile body, she stroked her hand over the soft hairs on the nape of my neck and the dirty talk returned. "Do you like sucking on your baby sister's tit? How does it feel to have a handful of your little sister's arse?"

My mouth left a wet trail across her shallow chest as I sought her other nipple.

"That's it brother, suck my tit. Lick your sister's nipple. Suck on it. Bite it a little, Jack, please."

Ever so gently, I nipped the rubbery flesh with my teeth and pulled at it.

"Ohhhhh, that's it. You are the best brother a girl could wish for, Jack."

The hand that was cupping her little buttock smoothed its way downward and dipped between her cheeks, a hot moistness greeting my fingers.

"Are you wet for your brother, Stacy?" I goaded, needlessly.

"Always," she sighed with longing.

"Ooooo," she moaned, rolling her hips as I wiggled my slender middle finger up into her tight cunthole.

She was slick and tight in there, and I eagerly stroked every inch of her teenaged pussyflesh.

"Ahuh, ahuh, ohhhh," she whimpered in encouragement as my digit ploughed her wet folds restlessly.

Fluttering my tongue rapidly at the nipple, I then gave it a quick kiss before turning my eyes up to hers. She was gazing down at me with lust filling her baby-blues.

"Are you ready to get the fucking of your life from your brother?"

A broad smile swept into place on her beautiful features and she shuffled her knees to either side of my legs and lifted her hips over my rigid shaft. "The question is," she purred, "Are YOU ready to get the fucking of your life from your baby sister?"

Reaching between our chests, she lightly grasped my swollen cockhead and planted it into her slippery passage. With a long sigh, she sank all the way down on it. I winced a little at the almost painful tightness until she was fully seated in my lap, then I grasped onto her narrow hips and held her still.

"This is nice," I whispered, my mouth level with hers because of the difference in our height. She grinned, leaned her head forward and rubbed our noses together in an Eskimo kiss, "Isn't it just!"

We kissed. It was gentle and unhurried. Our lips played together for a long while before lust sent my tongue questing into her mouth to seek its mate. Like two serpents, they entwined and danced in fluttering licks.

My hands slid all over her small back, feeling her ribs and shoulder blades underneath them at the same time as her silky mane of long blonde hair tickled their backs. Finally, she gave a little groan into my mouth and began to raise and lower her hips.

An incredibly tight velvet sheath slithered over my hot throbbing shaft. Her inner walls juiced and slid around me in a wanton display of her incestuous lust. Soon, she was slotting me deep in quick jerks, grunting on each downward bounce.

"Oh, it feels so good having my brother hard inside me," she whispered, more to herself than to me. "It feels so dirty and yet so right. My brother's cock is in my pussy and that is where I want it to stay."

Her bounces were now making us both rock on the bed and it was beginning to be a strain for me to sit upright without any back support.

"Stacy, get off a moment, will you?" I hissed, reluctant to deprive myself of her tight cunt.

She stopped bouncing and sank me to the hilt before stirring her hips around in big circles, working my cockhead over every intimate inch of her depths. "Awww, must I?" she pouted in a hurt little girl voice.

"Just for a minute, yeah," I said, shutting my eyes because of the delicious thrills her pussy was giving me.

"Oh, phooey!" she complained, lifting a thigh and sliding off to my side.

The feeling of my bulbous cockhead popping from the tight ring of her opening made me gasp. I looked at my almost painful hard on and saw it was completely coated in her glistening nectar. A few thin strings of clear juice stretched from my dick to her cunt but were quickly snapped as she pulled away.

"Lie on your belly for me," I said, moving out of her way.

Compliant, she slipped into the centre of my bed, sighing at the warm groove in the sheets and lay still. She folded her hands under her head and lay her cheek on their backs. "Like this?"

"Yeah, like that," I said, moving over her short legs. With the back of my hand I tapped at her inner thigh, "Open wide."

She did as she was told, her legs spreading to give me plenty of room between them. "You know," she giggled, "I'm never going to be able to go to the dentist again and hear that without getting all wet at the memory of this!"

"Yeah?" I said, looming over her back and supporting my body on one elbow. My other hand grasped my cock and fed it into her aroused folds.

"Oh, mmmmmm," she sighed as I took my fingers away and pushed in. "That's it. Fuck that hard brother meat back into me."

I slid it as deep as I could and smiled at the feeling of her small buttocks nestling firmly into my groin. I held still, fully embedded until she wriggled in desire.

"Quit teasin' Jack and fuck me!" she whined.

"Fuck what?" I murmured, nuzzling at the nape of her neck.

"Fuck your baby sister's tight wet cunt!" she moaned, her hips beginning to rock and fuck me.

"Well, seeing as how you begged," I chuckled, starting my own thrusting.

It was sheer heaven. Stacy was so warm and moist; so tight and thrilling. Her cunt felt better than any I had ever known. Not for the first time in these last few days I thanked my lucky stars that I got the wrong nymph that night.

Lustfully, I rammed my cock into the brat over and over. She sighed and gasped, her little slot making squelching noises as I plundered it.

"Fucking Hell, you're tight!" I grunted, rooting my cock as deep up her wet crevice as I could.

She gave a little grunt of her own and humped her butt up and down beneath me. "Is it good?" she gasped.

"Oh yeah," I assured her, "It's good alright!" I gritted my teeth and fucked myself into her repeatedly. Her tiny body was completely overshadowed by my bulk, the top of her head being level with my throat and the softness of her blonde hair only just grazing my chin.

"So you like it in your little sister's cunt then?" she whimpered.

"I LOVE it in my little sister's tiny cunt! It is just where her big brother's cock should be!"

Because she had her face turned to the side, I could see the grin of pleasure break out on her face at the dirty words. I liked to see her enjoying it so much, so I continued, "This tight slot is going to have its brother's cock spitting cum in it whenever he wants to, isn't it?"

"Oh yes!" she agreed, increasing her own thrusts to match mine.

"My little sister is going to let me fuck her whenever I want to, isn't she?"

"Oh yes!"

"You like having your big brother fuck your wet pussy don't you?"

"Un huh!" she moaned flexing her buttocks as her sopping cunt sucked at my thrusting meat.

"Tell me then, Stacy. Tell me what you are."

"I'm yours," she gasped as I bowed my head and reamed her grasping sheath faster. "I'm a fuck toy for my big brother! I'm a tiny cunthole for him to take and use whenever he wishes!"

"Oh God!" I gasped, wincing and resting my cheek on the top of her bouncing head.

"My big brother can fuck his little sister any way he chooses! I want my brother to fuck me. I want my brother to pump his thick, incestuous brother cum into me!" As she uttered those words, she screwed her eyes shut, squealed and began to shiver and shake like mad.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumminnnnngggg, Jack!"

And she did. Her tight inner walls suddenly snatched at my hot length as I shafted it back and forth, gripping, pulling, writhing and milking. Her firm little buttocks rippled and shook against my hips and her legs snapped tightly to either side of mine.

"Oh, Stacy!" I grunted, riding her twitching body like a surf board. "Oh sis!"

I frantically fucked her spasming sheath. My cock was being squeezed in a heavenly vice and I was crazed with desire.

"Oh Stace," I moaned. "Stacy, Stacy, Stacy." I rambled, lost in the pure delight of my sister's clutching depths. I rammed my iron hard cock in and out of her small body, desperately savouring every ecstatic ripple and twitch.

Now my thrusts were shoving into her so hard that I was driving her deep into the mattress with each stroke. Her eyes flicked open, her mouth trembled in a silent 'Oh' for a few seconds before her breath gusted out in juddering gasps. "Oh Jack! Cum in me Jack! Cum in me, now!"

Her plea tipped me over the edge and I grunted, threw my head up, arched my back and plunged to the hilt in her tight little snatch.

"Fuck yeah!" I yelled as my cock swelled and spat wave after wave of thick, creamy spunk into my little sister. Blast after hot blast filled her tight cunt and I collapsed on top of her. My full weight was far too much for her to support and I mashed her against the bed, but at that stage neither of us cared.

Bright colours danced in my vision as I lay in a sweat soaked stupor, struggling for each ragged breath. After what seemed to me like forever, my cock and her cunt both stopped writhing and we just lay there.

I felt as weak as a kitten as I slowly came to my senses. Trapped beneath me, Stacy had finally realised I was too heavy and began to struggle a little.

"Jaaaacck!" she complained, half-heartedly.

Giving my cock one last grinding stir into her, I pushed myself off her tiny body and felt a thrill when her pussy squelched as I slithered out. Sitting back on my haunches between her spread legs, I looked down at her small butt and swollen pussy. Her lips were gaping open, flushed a deep red with arousal, and shining with juice. A slender trail of my thick white cum oozed out of her and ran like warm molasses down her slit toward her tender clit where it dribbled onto my bed sheet.

Playfully, I swatted her butt. "Damn, Stacy! You are the best fuck I have ever had!"

Brushing a sweat soaked lock of hair from her eyes, she glanced back over her shoulder at me and giggled, "What are sisters for?"

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After she had left, I quickly fell asleep, but all too soon my mother's voice penetrated my dreams. "C'mon, Jack, wakey wakey! You have to get up and come with your father and me to the train station so that you can drive our car back. Jack! Jack, get up."

"Yeah, in a bit," I mumbled, feeling more tired by the moment. The soothing warmth of post-orgasm was making me so drowsy.

"Jack, will you get up this instant!"

"Yeah, yeah," I slurred, rolling over and snuggling down.

Through my approaching slumber, I heard the brat's voice from the hallway, "What's up, Mommy?"

"Your brother won't wake up. I need him to drive the car back from the train station when we go on our weekend trip today."

"Wait there, Mommy, I know just how to wake him up." I could hear the words but was doing my best to ignore them and drift off back to sleep. My earlier exertions had worn me out. I was sure that I heard some noises from the bathroom before the brat spoke again, her voice getting nearer as she did so.

"This'll do it."

"Er... Stacy, honey, I don't think that is such a good idea..."

SLAP! A soaking wet flannel smacked into my face causing me to yell and bolt upright. Snatching it away I turned angrily toward the grinning imp who, when she saw the look of murder upon my face, shrieked and fled in giggles.

Roaring, I scrambled from my bed and leapt after her, "Come here you little brat!"

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"Come on, Pumpkin!" Dad called from the bottom of the stairs when it was time for us to leave. I slipped my tongue from her mouth long enough for her to yell, "Just a minute, Daddy!"

"Jack, see if you can hurry her up, alright?"

"Sure Dad!" I shouted back, pressing her small body firmly against the inside of her bedroom door as I dipped in for another hot kiss. We could hear Dad mumble something about 'kids' before stalking off to start the car.

"We better go," she murmured, hooking her hands tighter around the back of my neck as she stood up on tiptoe to get me to bend down for another kiss.

"Ah-huh," I agreed into her mouth. After a moment, I reluctantly pulled away and grinned down at her, "Come on, then. Let's go and get rid of the old folks for the weekend."

Her giggle was lovely to hear, "Oh, Jack. If Mummy heard you call her 'old folks' she would stab you to death with a spoon!"

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As was usual, Mom rode shotgun beside Dad. I was first to wander out to the car, to keep up appearances, and then a minute later Stacy trotted out.

"I swear that girl dawdles on purpose," Mom sighed. "You shouldn't have let her take the day off college," she admonished Dad.

"No harm done," he replied, slipping to the brat's defence as he always did. Stacy was his angel and could do no wrong, even when caught red-handed. Our eyes tracked the imp as she swayed toward the car, a youthful bounce to her step. When she slid into the back seat beside me, Dad turned around to glance at us, "Everybody ready?"

"Daddy?"

"Yes Pumpkin?"

"I'm going to miss you terribly. It will be Hell having to put up with Jack on my own for the weekend." She leant forward and hooked her arms around his seat and chest to give him a big hug. I rolled my eyes in contempt at the familiar sight of the brat in action.

"Right," said Dad, happily. "Let's get this show on the road and see if we can make our train, shall we?"

Forty minutes later, we were all stood in a bunch on the railway platform saying our goodbyes.

While Mom gave the brat a long tight hug, Dad and I exchanged manly nods. "You will look after her, won't you, Jack?"

"Sure, Dad."

"I mean it, son. Lay off the booze and don't abandon her to go out with your friends."

"Right," I sighed. The lecture would be shorter if I just agreed with everything. "You and Mom have a good time."

"We will. I'm going to make sure of it."

We both stood waiting whilst Mom kissed Stacy goodbye. I watched as she released my little sister and homed in on me. There was a special glint in her emerald eyes as she slid her arms around me, pressed her body close and looked up into my face, "You'll be okay, Honey?"




Stacy Ch. 04



"Mom!" I protested. The way she was with me you would think I was ten instead of twenty-eight. Her hands caressed my back as she kissed me.

"Don't let the little minx run you ragged, okay?"

I grinned down at her, "I can handle the brat."

She chuckled her musical laughter, "Stop calling her that!" A mischievous smile spread across her face, "Even if she does warrant it."

"Have a good time Daddy," Stacy said, kissing his lips and squirming up into his arms so that he had to cup her under her butt while she hugged the breath from him. Finally he kissed her again and lowered her back to the floor. She put her hands behind her back, gripped her wrist and pouted up at him, "Daddy?"

"Yes, Peanut?"

"Are you going to bring me back a present?" she asked coyly, wiggling her shoulders from side to side like a little girl.

As always, Dad went smiling into the brat trap. "Of course I am, Honey."

"That's nice," she said wistfully, turning the full Stacy charm on him. "But I wouldn't want you taking time out from your holiday to waste it looking for something for me. How about you just give me some money now, and I buy my own present?"

I groaned when I saw him reach for his wallet, "Oh for fu..."

"Jack!" my Mom warned in a chuckle. "You're not in the army now. Mind your language in front of your sister." The absurdity of that warning almost made me laugh as echoes of the dirty talk that Stacy liked filled my ears, but I managed to refrain and just shrugged, "Okay, Mom."

The brat flashed me a quick glare of triumph as she held her hand flat while Dad counted out several notes. I gritted my teeth against the urge to say anything more.

Mom slid her arms around my neck as she leaned up for one last kiss, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. She tasted like strawberries and smelled like vanilla. "Mmmmm," she murmured, closing her eyes for a second and smacking her lips, "You be a good boy, Jack."

"I'm twenty eight years old for God's sake, Mom," I grumbled, allowing her to slip free. "I'm not a boy anymore."

"No, you're not," she said, her lips twitching into a smile as she lifted a hand to stroke my cheek while she looked earnestly into my eyes. "But you'll always be my baby, though."

A sharp whistle signalled that the train was preparing to leave and so our parents made a dash for it; Dad lugging their suitcase in one hand and holding Mom's hand in the other.

Frantic waves were exchanged when they were aboard as the train began sluggishly pulling away from the platform. When they were finally out of sight, Stacy turned to me with a wicked grin, "So, what do you want to do now?"

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We had been back home for about half an hour. After making herself a peanut butter sandwich, Stacy had come over to the sofa I was sprawled out on and sat perched on the edge while she ate her snack. I let my fingers twirl the end of her long blonde ponytail, causing her to slant me a sideways smile as she took another huge bite of her sandwich.

I couldn't resist a little bit of teasing, "Why are you so skinny when all you do is eat like a pig?"

Grinning, she chewed and swallowed, then licked her lips before raising her eyebrows at me, "How come you are so muscly when all you do is drink like a fish?"

"Ouch!" I chuckled, "You win." I twiddled a strand of her long hair, "Show me some tit."

Chewing on her next bite, Stacy grabbed the bottom of her "Gymnasts do it on the floor" Tee-shirt with one hand and lifted it up to reveal her pert left breast. The way the pale creaminess of her firm little mound contrasted with the pinkness of her long nipple made me stir and I recalled how good it had been to suckle on it that morning. She casually held up the shirt while she bit another chunk out of her sandwich and then dropped it down. Licking her lips, she wiggled her eyebrows lewdly, making me laugh as I stroked her back fondly.

The phone shook in its cradle as it rang loudly.

"That'll be another one of your little airhead friends wanting to gossip about what such-a-body saw at the mall," I groaned, spanking her butt as she stood up to go and answer it. She looked amazing in her tight cream shorts.

Still with the half eaten sandwich in one hand, she picked up the receiver and said, "Mph-llo?"

For a moment she listened and then wrinkled her nose in disgust, "It's that big sweaty tub of lard that you hang around with." She could have at least made some effort to cover the mouth piece so that Cooper didn't hear what she said, but no, not when she was in brat mode.

"Give it here, you snotty little cow," I frowned. She smiled ever so sweetly, held out the handset to me and when I reached for it, dropped it just before I got hold. "Ooops," she shrugged and pranced into the kitchen.

"Hey Coop," I said after retrieving the phone.

"Oh man!" he hooted. "Are you stuck with babysitting the kid this weekend?"

"Not really; Stacy can look after herself. Why?"

"Well, we figure that it's your turn to host the party and seein' as how you got the run of your house, we thought we'd grab a keg and scoot over. That okay?"

"Sure," I said, watching Stacy walk back in from the kitchen. She snatched up her lip balm off the sideboard, climbed into Dad's chair and began to dab it on. "What time are you planning on coming over?"

"Tank-boy, Emma and Mitch are already here and we bought the keg earlier. All we have to do is go and pick up Miranda and she says she'll be ready in ten, so say in about twenty minutes?"

I grinned remembering Miranda's idea of ten minutes; I'd put money on her not being ready for at least half an hour. "Okay, see you when you get here," I said, placing the handset back on its hook.

Stacy frowned, her little finger stopping spreading the cherry balm over her lips, "They're coming here?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not."

"How about the fact that they're drunken layabouts that are no good?"

I scowled at her, "Hey, watch it. Those are my friends."

For a moment it looked like she was going to give me her usual smart-alec abuse, but she saw the expression on my face and changed her mind. "I'm not being the only normal person in a house full of losers. If you are inviting some of your friends around, then I'm inviting some of mine too."

"No, you're not," I said, hating the idea of her airhead team-mates descending on the place.

"Yes, I am," she pouted. "And if you say I can't then I shall have to ring Daddy and ask him!"

The little brat knew that Dad would get on my case if he knew my buddies were coming over with a keg. "Fine, call your stupid friends, then," I grumped. Now instead of just my friends there would also be a dozen or so of Stacy's eighteen year old gymnastic team-mates too.

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FROM THE AUTHOR : Sorry about the long delay in getting this written. Life huh? I hope that you enjoyed it and, as ever, would really like to hear if you did. A big thank you to OMEGAZONE for his help and friendship - both are gratefully received.



Stacy Ch. 05



Forty minutes after the phone call, my army buddies arrived with both Miranda and Emma in tow. We were soon all out by the pool in our swimming costumes. Miranda looked stunning in her tiny red bikini and Emma was elegant in her more modest black one.

"Hey Jack," Miranda said, taking her first plastic glass of beer from Mitch. "How old is Stacy now?"

Stacy was a topic of conversation I would have preferred to have avoided around Emma. There was just something about her that made me uneasy; almost as if I was an open book to her. "Eighteen," I said in an off-hand tone of voice, hoping to sound disinterested.

"Does she still compete?"

Damn. "Yeah, she does. She has a competition sometime in the middle of this week. Wednesday, maybe."

Emma was lying on one of our sunloungers and turned her head my way. "She competes? What at?"

I didn't know whether not being able to see her eyes behind her dark sunglasses was a good thing or a bad one. "Gymnastics. Stace is pretty good."

"Oh? I used to compete in the gymkhana when I was her age."

Trying to deflect the conversation into other areas, I plastered on a look of interest. "Really? Did you have your own horse then?"

She smiled and it was dazzling, making a warmth spread in my chest. Jeez, she was beautiful! "Actually, I had several. Daddy owns a couple of stud farms and likes to spoil me."

Liam perched on the bottom edge of her lounger and nudged her knee, "Tell them what Daddy bought for you this week."

She scowled at him. "Stop bragging honey. It's vulgar."

He shrugged his shoulders. "How can I be bragging if it is you who got the sports car and it wasn't even your birthday?"

"I told you he likes to spoil me. I'm still his little girl to his eyes and he was in a good mood."

"Hell," I said, still not being used to just how immensely wealthy Emma's family were. "I wish my folks could afford to spoil me like that. What put him in such a good mood?"

She used one hand to pull her sunglasses down her nose a little so that she could peer over them and look me directly in the eye. She held my gaze for a moment longer than was comfortable before pushing her sunglasses back up her nose, "I have no idea."

"Fuck me!" Cooper hissed, staring past us, so I twisted my head around to see what he was staring slack jawed at.

It was like a tide of nubile teenage flesh flowing out of the house. Stacy had said that if my friends were coming over she was inviting hers, but I wasn't expecting this. The noise of their chattering, giggling and laughing was considerable but I barely heard it as the lithe, sylph-like bodies strolled into the sunlight clad in the wispiest bikinis imaginable. Slim legs; firm, toned stomachs; small breasts; flowing hair and pearl white smiles flooded the patio and bunched around the near end of the pool. There were about eight of them, but it was almost impossible to snag my eyes away from all the bare skin to be sure.

"This is my dumb-ass brother and his friends; ignore them if you can," Stacy chirped over the constant buzz of their talking.

The brat looked glorious in her tiny yellow bikini. True, she had almost no womanly curves on her child-like body, but she did move with the sensual grace that made her a natural gymnast. Her long blonde ponytail curled over her left shoulder and she squinted in the bright sunshine as she stared defiantly at me.

"Can't you and the pep squad do something indoors? We're trying to have an adult party here and could do without a bunch of vapoured kids," I told her.

"We're not kids," she reminded me. Like I needed that with all the flesh on show! "As for vapoured, I think the word you meant was vapid. However, 'cause they don't print dictionaries with centrefolds and staples, I can understand you getting it wrong."

"Fuck off, Stacy."

She grinned because it was clear her barbs were getting to me. She really did love to pit her wits against others, and usually won. The bitch. "Your verbal flexibility astounds me as always, Jack, but we have as much right to use the pool as you do; although granted your sweaty gorilla mates do need to wash off more than us." She made a show of pinching her nose and wafting a hand in front of it.

"Fine, but don't think you're getting any of our beer," I sulked. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Cooper in the act of handing a plastic cup full to a very pretty young thing with hair so blonde it was nearly white. "Hey!"

He turned to me and shrugged. "I paid my share of the money, One-shot, so if I want to give this cutie some, I will."

"Yeah, don't be such a tight ass, Jack," Miranda added.

"Don't you start Miranda, 'cause sure as shit you didn't put up any money for the keg."

"No," she admitted, "but Mitch did and we share everything, don't we honey?" He looked like he wanted to agree with me, but knew it was best not to put Miranda in a mood if he was hoping to get laid, so nodded. Traitor.

"Sod it!" I snapped and stalked over to sit beside Emma.

The gymnast team dissolved into girlish giggles, laughter and bubbling chat as they all spoke at once. It didn't help my mood to see how beautiful they all were, with slim, athletic figures that had only just crossed into adulthood. It was like a fantasy come to life. There was a couple of sweet blondes, a girl with raven hair so dark it seemed to be tinted with blue highlights, and even a delicious redhead who had a nose dappled with the cutest freckles imaginable. All this young flesh was barely contained in ribbons that pretended to be bikinis and I had to tear my eyes away.

"Let them enjoy themselves, Jack," Emma said, soothingly. "It's not long since we were that young and a beer was the ultimate way to show how grown up we were."

"Emmie," Tank-boy chuckled, "One-shot ain't ever grown up."

I couldn't help but smile at that. "This, coming from you? Thanks, Liam." I sighed and leant back against the small, three brick high border to one of mom's flowerbeds. "It's just that the beer will not go as far with eight others drinking it."

"And that's a problem?" Emma asked, removing her sunglasses with a look of concern.

"Huh? No," I replied, a little too quickly.

"One-shot gets rather possessive about his beer," Cooper told them, dropping his bulk beside me. "He's an alcoholic."

"What?!" I gasped. "No I'm fuckin' not! I just like a drink, that's all. What's wrong with that?"

"Nuthin', man, nuthin'!" Cooper hastily said, holding up a placating hand defensively.

Not liking the direction of the conversation, I drained my glass and got up to refill it. Stacy's mates were clustered all over the patio, each holding their large plastic glass of beer as if it were gold. I pushed between the redhead and the ash blonde to get to the keg.

"Calm down a bit, One-shot," Mitch suggested from nearby.

I sagged a little and nodded; I was being unreasonable but it was a common reaction when I crossed paths with the brat and old habits die hard. I twisted the tap and let the beer fill my glass as I shot a sideways glance at Stacy. The brat was ignoring me and chatting to Kimberly who looked amazing in her tiny pale blue string swimsuit. My eyes roamed over her small breasts, not as tiny as Stacy's but still small for a girl her age, and I was sure I could see a nipple between the netting of her bra's cup. That stirred me and I dropped my gaze lower to examine her bikini bottoms. They too were woven with a mesh that allowed the briefest glimpses of the flesh beneath and, like my kid sister, she also seemed to be completely shaven. It was probably something to do with the skin-tight leotards they wore when they competed that would have looked strange with even a small mat of pussy hair bulging them out.

A sweet, bubbly giggle and a snickered laugh to my right made me glance at the redhead and her pal. They were pointing at me and obviously amused. Even as I tracked my eyes to where they pointed, the other girls turned to stare, and everybody saw the beer overflowing my glass and splashing down onto the ground.

"Hey, One-shot!" Liam shouted. "Go easy, would ya?"

I scowled and flipped off the tap, lifting my glass and sucking some of the frothing nectar to stop it spilling. Kimberly slid to my side. "Hey, Jack," she purred.

"Uh, hey," I returned. What was it with this girl that seemed to short circuit my power of speech? I honestly did try to make eye contact, but I missed by at least a foot. She didn't appear to mind, and possibly even stuck her little titties out a bit more for my inspection.

"Why do your friends call you One-shot?"

There was no way I was going to answer that and for a small second I was relieved when the brat intervened. Yeah, stupid of me, I know. Her voice dripped with venom as she flashed me a beautiful smile while she played to her audience. "Oh, go easy on him, would you? He's already standing up and drinking; if you make him use up brain power to talk as well, he'll fall over."

All the girls giggled, but the redhead was in the middle of a gulp of beer and it came blasting out in a spray as she nearly choked with laughter.

"Way to go Amber. Very classy," Kim congratulated her. The girl looked mortified and her face pinked up as she smoothed the back of her hand over her lips to brush off the beer.

"So?" the sex kitten said, turning her attention back to me. "Why do they call you One-shot?"

"Tell 'em Jack, I dare you!" Liam hooted.

Kim seemed to take a little pity on my obvious discomfort because she turned to our reed thin joker and folded her arms over her small breasts. "How about we start with why they call you Tank-boy?"

"That's easy," Stacy sniped before he could answer. "He has the brain power of a goldfish."

To his credit, Liam thought that was as funny as the girls did. Unfortunately, it didn't distract Kim. "So, tell me why," she persisted, batting her eyelids at me as she did so. Before I could even open my mouth, the brat chirped up again.

"Are you serious? He still thinks that it's an amazing coincidence that Mom and Dad named him Jack when that is what everybody else calls him too!"

"Drop dead!" I fired back amid all the laughing. Stacy just screwed up her face and stuck her tongue out at me.

Cooper was the only one who didn't join in; he had be sliced by Stacy's sharp tongue once too often to take pleasure in her doing it to others. Foolishly, he even tried to defend me from her. "Why don't you lay off him?"

It was a bit like seeing an accident coming and not being able to do anything about it. She swivelled her gaze around to him and frowned as she looked him up and down, "And why don't you shut up and go back to your hobby of collecting?"

"What are you talking about you little git? I don't collect anything!"

"Oh, really? In that case, why do you have so many chins?"

"Woohooo!" Tank-boy whooped, raising his hand before Stacy. "You got him there, babe! Gimme five!" Stacy grinned from ear to ear and spanked his palm with a loud slap.

Coop was nearly purple and idiotically tried to even the score. "What makes you think you're smarter than me? Just because you go to college? I'll have you know I went to college too!"

"Really? Who did you get to sign for the package you were delivering?"

That did it. I strode forward, grabbed the brat by her shoulder and frog-marched her back over near the house. When we were far enough away from the group for our whispers to be private, I hissed, "Knock if off! What the Hell is wrong with you? Can't you even try to be nice to my pals?"

She pouted, "I didn't invite them, you did!"

"So?"

"So I thought with Mom and Dad out of the way that you and I could have spent the time in better ways than getting pissed!"

Ah. That cooled my anger toward her. "We will, Stace, I promise. Behave yourself this afternoon and I'll wrap things up early so that we can do stuff."

Her pout was softened by a sheepish shrug. "I thought you were going to make a night of it, so I invited Kim to stay."

"Oh. Oh well, I am sure that we can still sneak some alone time together. When she is asleep, perhaps."

"Okay," she grumbled, still not too happy.

"Now play nice," I warned, spanking her little butt as we went back to the group.

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Gradually the sun travelled across the sky and we got drunk while watching the girls shriek and frolic in the pool. At one point Miranda had Kimberly seated on her shoulders, while Emma had Stacy and the two teenagers were wrestling to see who could overthrow the other. The other girls had divided into pairs also and a huge free-for-all had developed. Teenage girl-flesh glistened in the water as they all thrashed and whooped.

Us guys were sat on the flagstones of the patio, our backs against the house wall as we drank and watched the show. I can't speak for them, but mentally I fucked each and every one of those teasing nymphs. Images of gliding my cock into smooth, bare young cunt filled my mind. I daydreamed of reaming the redhead's ass while duelling tongues with Kimberly.

"Did Stacy tell Emma that Kimberly was staying the night?" Liam asked me.

"Yeah, apparently she is."

He groaned and punched me playfully on the upper arm, "Are you gonna fuck her, One-shot?"

I did have an image to keep up so I just leered back at him. He whooped and laughed, "I knew it! You dirty dog, you!"

There was a shriek from the pool as Stacy and Emma toppled over, eliciting cheers from Kim and Miranda. Slipping a leg over Miranda's head, Kim slid down her body, belly to belly. For a moment, it looked as though the girls were going to kiss each other, then Stacy leapt over to them and sent them all crashing beneath the surface in a huge splash.

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Later, when I wandered out of the house after a visit to the bathroom, I found everybody sat in a rough group around one edge of the pool.

"Yeah, once," Sophie, the raven-haired cutie mumbled, dropping her gaze as the rest all chuckled and laughed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, crossing my legs as I sat on the flagstones beside Emma's sunlounger.

"We're playing truth or dare," Stacy laughed, wiping her eyes as she saucily nudged Sophie. "Your turn, Soph."

The black-haired teen flicked her eyes about the group and settled on Cooper. "Truth or dare?"

Amid jeers and gentle ribbing, Cooper beamed a huge smile at the attention. "Dare."

Miranda leant over from her sunlounger and whispered into Sophie's ear, who nodded. "I dare you to moon everybody."

"Oh, puh-leeease!" Stacy groaned. "If he's thick skinned enough to show his face, his ass is not gonna be a problem."

Cooper scowled, stood up, yanked his shorts down and wiggled his expansive butt in my kid sister's face. "Kiss this you stroppy cow!" Everybody howled with laughter, causing Stacy to frown. When Coop finally pulled his shorts back up and sat down to chug his beer, she waved a hand at him. "Enough already. Put your pants back on and put your ass away. Oh, you have. That must be your face, sorry."

It was petulant and somewhat childish, which made me realise just how broad the age gap between me and my little sister was. I wasn't sure whether I felt ancient, or uncomfortable about how young she really was.

"Your turn Cooper," Miranda told him, obviously in charge of this little game.

"Okay," he grinned evilly. "Stacy, truth or dare?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, sure that he would demand something humiliating if she chose dare, so she said, "Truth."

"Are you a virgin?"

The shocked intakes of breath from her young teammates reinforced the age gap. Personally, I thought it was a mild 'let-off' question, but the reaction of her friends reminded me that for them it was horrendously embarrassing. Stacy's lovely brow wrinkled and her grin dropped from her face. "I meant dare," she said, quickly.

"Okay," Coop nodded, looking far too happy. "French kiss er... Amber for a full minute."

"Ew! Gross!" the little redhead gasped, wrinkling her face in disgust.

If looks could kill, I'm sure Cooper would have been stabbed to death by Stacy's glare. She took a deep breath and then crawled on hands and knees across the circle to Amber. The redhead seemed amazed that Stacy was going to do it, and looked wildly about for support. Finding none, she screwed her eyes up, tilted her head and waited for the kiss in the same way someone waits for a blow they know is about to land. Stacy cast a glance at me and then closed her eyes and began to kiss Amber.

"Use your tongue!" Cooper instructed when it was obvious that she wasn't. Amber flinched when Stace made a show of wriggling her tongue into her friend's mouth and swirling it around.

"Oh yeah!" Liam growled, watching the two teen girls snogging. "Oh fuck, yeah!"

It was a very arousing sight. My kid sister's long blonde ponytail grazed up and down her bare back in time with the bobs and twists of her head as she turned her face left and right, thrusting her tongue deep into her friend's mouth. The whoops from the guys, and the gasps of utter disbelief from her teammates, got louder when Amber stopped squirming in disgust and very obviously began to return the kiss, meeting Stacy's tongue with her own. I felt a twinge of lust watching this act between my sister and her semi-reluctant pal because my own lips and tongue remembered how good it felt to have Stacy probing them.

When my sister finally sat back on her haunches, breaking the kiss, she exchanged a telling look with Amber and then blew a raspberry to Coop as she moved back to her place in the circle. "My turn," she said amid a scatter of applause. "Mitch, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Which girl here do you fancy the most?"

He glanced around the young gymnasts, studying each one; Amber, with her lovely red hair and freckles; Kimberly, with a brunette ponytail almost as long as Stacy's; Sophie with her raven hair trimmed into a short page-boy bob; Jennifer with the long ash blonde hair that was nearly white; Lucy, the shy brunette who seemed to try and hide every time someone looked at her; Sara the very posh blonde who insisted we pronounced her name "Sar Ra" and Ronnie, who hated to be called Veronica and had her dyed black hair cut in exactly the same style as Sophie.

"Does it have to be just one?" Mitch said, flashing his handsome smile that made the teenagers melt and giggle nervously.

Miranda gave him a poke in the ribs with her foot and they exchanged a smouldering look for a moment. I could tell from my time with her that it was not a look of rebuke, but more of a 'go on, you know what to say' type glance.

"Sarah," he finally said, looking at the willowy blonde. She blushed as her friends all squealed with delight, but still muttered, "Sara!" Mitch winked at her and she blushed even deeper.

"Your turn, Mitchell," Miranda pointed out when he settled back to drink his beer.

"Oh. Okay, Emma, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Tell us about the most exciting time you had sex."

The gym team howled with delight, but Emma didn't seem to mind. She sat forward as if bringing us all into a deep, dark secret. "It was in the living room at my home, one evening. We had been watching the television with my mother, but she fell asleep. So, I climbed onto his lap and we did it right there on the sofa, beside her." The whole group burst into shocked gasps and thrilled giggles while Emma just slid a glance over to me before continuing. "It was fantastic! We had to be so quiet and keep the movements impossibly slow so as not to bounce her around. It was the most wonderful orgasm I have ever had, trembling like a leaf, biting down on his shoulder so as not to gasp out when I came. After that, I climbed off and we watched the rest of the film, cuddling until mother woke up."

"Wow!" Amber sighed. "Weren't you worried about getting caught by her mother?" she asked Liam. He shrugged with an almost hurt look on his face. "It wasn't with me. Must have been a boyfriend before I came along."




Stacy Ch. 05



"Oh," the little redhead said, obviously sorry to have brought it up.

"Well?" Stacy said. "Was your boyfriend scared of being caught?"

"Sure, we both were. That was part of the thrill. If mother had found out what we were doing, it would have ruined everything for us and we both would have been in so much trouble." Again, she hit me with a knowing look.

"Okay Em, your turn," Miranda said.

"Lucy, truth or dare?"

The small brunette winced and dropped her head to hide her face behind her hair as she seemed to try to make herself unnoticeable.

"Ask her truth, Emma," Stacy said. "There's no way she'll do a dare, she's too chicken and it'll just be a waste of time."

The young girl threw Stacy a hurt pout and then set her tiny mouth into a firm line. "Dare."

"Are you sure?" Emma asked.

With big, wide eyes, the girl nodded even though she looked like sure was the last thing she was.

"Okay," Emma smiled, getting a devilish grin on her face. She lifted her hand, unhooked one of her little diamond stud earrings and slid closer to Liam. Reaching down, she pulled his swimming trunks forward and dipped her hand into them before pulling it back out and letting the elastic waist snap back. "Get me back my earring."

All the young girls screamed, clapped, and hollered in joy as Lucy paled. Liam cast a questioning eyebrow toward Emma but she just smiled and nodded at him. I felt a huge pang of jealousy at that moment. It wasn't fair that Liam had ended up with someone as wonderful as Emma! 

"Go on, Rabbit!" Ronnie goaded, using the groups nickname for Lucy. The other girls joined in, clapping and chanting. “Rabbit! Rabbit! Rabbit!"

Faced with such peer pressure, the shy girl caved in and crawled across the circle to Liam, careful not to make eye contact with him. He shuffled his legs around so that his trunks were not as bunched up and she could get easier access. It was obvious that Lucy really didn't want to do this, but after making such a show of picking dare she couldn't back out, and so hesitantly reached forward and used one hand to pluck the front of his swimming trunks forward. Holding them open, she slowly dipped her other hand inside, turning her face away and screwing it up as if she were fishing in a jar of spiders.

"Careful you don't grab his thing!" Sara squealed in laughter.

Even as she spoke, Lucy jerked back as if she had received and electric shock and shrieked, "Arrrgghh! I touched it! I touched it!"

All the girls howled, some shouting "Slut!" while others chanted, "Do it again! Do it again!"

Finally, urged onward, Lucy reached back inside his swimming costume. Liam had a grin from ear to ear as the teenager fumbled around hunting the tiny earring.

"What is it like?" Jennifer asked, moving to peer over Lucy's shoulder.

"Hairy and kinda warm," Lucy told her. "It's thick and soft, with a bag with two lumps in it underneath."

"Those are his balls, dumb-ass!" Kimberly laughed.

"Ew! Gross!" Lucy gasped. We could all see his swimming trunks bulging and moving as her hand dipped and searched around. After a moment, she sat back. "I can't find it!"

"Try again," Emma told her. "Hold his cock out of the way."

"Yeah, Rabbit, hold his cock outta the way!" one of the girls sniggered.

"Yuck!" she pouted, but reached back inside anyway. Liam sighed and it was obvious she had hold of him.

"Urgh!" she gasped. "It's moving!"

"That's normal, honey," Emma told her. "He's just getting hard, that's all. Don't worry about it and find my earring."

"Okay," the girl winced, looking dubious but proceeding. Liam seemed like he was in heaven as she kept searching for a few more minutes before she gave up and sat back again. "It's not there!"

"Isn't it?" Emma chuckled. She opened her hand and the little diamond stud was still in her palm. "Oh, you're right! Silly me."

The whole group descended into gales of laughter and Lucy sprang away from Liam to return to her original seat like a scalded cat. Emma leant over to Liam and whispered, "Enjoy your treat, honey?" He reached up and dragged her head down for a kiss.

Lucy tapped Kimberly on the shoulder. "Truth or dare, Kimmy?"

The little treasure glanced from Liam to me and fixed her gaze on my swimming trunks. "Dare," she said, blatantly hoping for something similar to what Lucy had just done.

"I dare you to stand up, take your bikini off and run all the way around the swimming pool," Lucy said with a look of triumph on her face.

"What?! No way!"

"Chicken!" Lucy taunted. The other girls joined in and began to make 'buck-buck-buck' noises.

I felt I should say something to help her but I also desperately wanted to see her naked, so I kept quiet. Kim finally gave in and stood up, causing the jeers to turn to applause. Her face was scarlet but she seemed to find a way to make what she was about to do easier for herself - she kept her eyes fastened on me!

Reaching behind her back, she untied the string tethers and let her top drop free.

"Yeah!" Liam growled as her small, firm, perfect tits were revealed. Cooper whooped and clapped, licking his lips as he did so.

"Go Kimmy!" Sophie called. "That's K to the I to the M to the M Y! Go Kimmy! Go... go... go Kimmy!"

Her eyes boring into mine, she watched me swallow as I let my gaze roam over her wonderful breasts. Fucking hell she was fine! The pert little mounds were high on her narrow chest, sitting like little apples above the pattern of her ribs. I was surprised to see that her nipples were puckered up and very hard. She paused to allow me a long, long look and I felt a stirring of my cock as I dreamed of sucking in one of those tiny buds and giving it a good tonguing.

With a nervous little smile, she hooked her thumbs into the string ties on the side of her bikini bottoms and dragged them down. Mitch was sat almost directly behind her and so he got a wonderful view of her ass and pussy as she stepped out of the swimsuit before straightening. Then it was me who got the best view.

And what a view it was! Her flat belly descended in a gentle slope down to her bare, smooth pussy. Her shaven slit was small and her lips were pressed together, giving just a glimpse of the pink slit between. I expected her to take off running instantly, but she didn't. Instead, she coyly put her hands behind her back and stood there, nibbling at her lip as she watched my reaction.

"Wooooo Kim!" the girls chanted.

When my gaze finally lifted so that our eyes met, she batted hers slowly, seductively. I gave her a huge grin, nodding my definite approval. It caused her to break into a lovely smile before giggling and racing around the edge of the pool. She sprinted past the diving board, arms outstretched, shrieking, "Yeeeehaw!" as she went. The roars of laughter and shrieks of amazement got deafening!

When she made it back to us, she cupped a hand over her breasts and spread her fingers over her pussy to hide herself, seemingly suddenly modest, but had a look of triumph on her face and her eyes sparkled with delight at all the attention.

"You da girl, Kim!" Liam laughed, putting on a deep voice.

She snatched up her bikini and turned to face me as she sorted it out and put it on, giving me another show. While she hooked the top around her precious little titties, I drank in the sight of that hairless, small cunt once more. How I ached to fuck her!


"You get to choose now," Miranda told her when she wiggled her bottoms back into place.

"Jack, truth or dare?" the breathless teen asked me.

"Truth," I grinned, swigging at my beer.

"Tell my why they call you One-shot."

Dammit. "I'd rather not," I told her, glancing sideways at Stacy. She frowned, her barely visible blonde eyebrows knitting together as she narrowed her eyes at me.

"I'll tell you," Cooper offered, diverting the attention of the girls. He seemed to love being the focus for so many nubile teenagers and looked like he was holding court. "Jack, Mitch and I were on a twenty-four hour pass off the base," he started.

"Where was Liam?" Jennifer asked, then blushed when heads swivelled to her.

"He wasn't there; he was out on an exercise with his tank. Anyway, Jack, Mitch and I had been hitting the bars all evening when those two pulled a group of girls..."

"A group?!" Jenn asked, astonished. Sophie turned and hissed a "Shhhh!" at her.

"Yeah, a group. Four of 'em. Seems that they had a thing for guys with muscles like Mitch and One-shot. After a lot more beer, and some rather intimate dancing, we all ended up in a motel room." He leant forward and grinned at the young gymnasts, "And let me tell you, these girls were hot and ready for anything!"

Deliberately pausing to let the idea sink in, Cooper took a long chug of his beer. "They were insatiable! They would screw one of us and then swap over to try the next." He got a dreamy expression on his face, "Fuck it was a good night! So, I got to screw two of the girls, but Mitch and Jack were competing with each other. Mitch worked his way through three of these hot honeys before being too exhausted to continue. I'm not talking about just sticking our dicks in one for a while then moving on. No, we gave each one a long hard pounding before squirting the ol' love soup down their throat."

"Urrrgh! Gross!" the teens cringed at Coop's choice of words.

"One of these girls was a real goer. Penny, or Polly, somethin' like that."

"Poppy," I reminded him, reluctantly.

"Oh yeah, Poppy. Well, she was the sort that looked like a choirgirl but fucked like it was going out o' fashion. She rode me to breaking point, then fucked Mitch until he was a breathless heap, too. Jack had just done his third girl and, as usual, wanted to beat Mitch by going one better, so he took her on." He turned and raised his glass to me in a salute of admiration. "He'd already pumped a gallon of cum into each of the others, but he sure likes a challenge does our Jack."

"How do... mphf!" Jenn had started to ask something, but Sophie and Ronnie both clapped their hands over her mouth so that she didn't interrupt the story. Stacy was glaring at me; I think she must have believed my version of being given the nickname because of my proficiency with a rifle.

"This nympho rode Jack at a gallop," Cooper continued. "She was so wonderfully nasty and let him use every hole she had. Give him his due, Jack really pounded her, but he had done three in a row straight before her. When he came, he pulled out of her ass, stuck his cock on her tongue and grunted like this."

He started to play act the scene, miming the motions and making a face while he 'Oooo Ooooed' like a chimp.

"Hey!" I spluttered. "I don't do that!"

He laughed, "You did that time, buddy." I looked to Mitch for support, but he was smirking behind his glass of beer.

"So this hot little honey was expecting a mouthful, but Jack was all dried up. He just managed to squeeze out about a single dollop and then collapsed. Poppy was furious. There she was, half his size, on her knees before him and yelling, "One shot?! One shot?! Is that all I get?"

When all the giggling and laughing had died to a lower level, a little voice could be heard.

"Did he say that Jack pulled out of her ass? What does that mean? Was he doin' her bow-wow?"

She had been whispering, but the lull in the laughter made it audible. Everybody turned to look at Rabbit. Miranda giggled. "Oh, I wish I was still that innocent."

"You were never that innocent," Tank-boy quipped, but froze when she glared at him.

Miranda turned back to Lucy and Sophie. "Doing her in the ass doesn't me having sex doggy style, sweetie. It means instead of being in her pussy, he was in her butt."

"Hunh?" Lucy just didn't seem to understand.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Rabbit!" Kim sighed. "His cock was not in her vagina, it was in her anus, her butt, her asshole. Get it?"

"But it couldn't be," Lucy said, shaking her head. "I mean, it's such a tiny hole and a guy's thing is far too fat."

"Touched one penis and now she's an expert," Stacy chuckled to the others, who giggled back.

"That's one more penis than you, Stace," Lucy said, defiantly. My sister turned to glance at me and then quickly looked away. "So? I've seen them in blue movies."

I felt a prickle in the back of my neck and craned my head around to look up at Emma. She was perched on the sunlounger's edge, watching me.

"Your butthole expands, doofus," Ronnie told Lucy.

"What, enough for something like that?"

Miranda gave a bubbly laugh and turned back to Tank-boy. "Gee, Liam, what the hell are you packing to give her such an impressive outlook?"

"Do guys like putting it up there?" Lucy persisted.

"Not all, no, but a fair few, sugar," Miranda explained, settling into her tutoring role. "Each guy is different and they all have their own kink. You just gotta find out what it is. Satisfy it and the guy is yours for as long as you want him. Fuck a guy right and he'll never stray." She seemed to hear her own words and so scowled at me. "Usually," she added.

"So every boy has something like that?" Amber asked. The beautiful little redhead had been so quiet she had slipped my notice for a while. I couldn't look at her without getting an 'ah' feeling - her freckles and red curls were impossibly cute!

Miranda nodded. "Yeah. Some like big tits, some like long legs, some like sexual kinks."

"Sexual kinks? Like what?"

"Varies. Anything from getting his cock sucked to being like Jack here."

That got Stacy's attention. "What do you mean?"

"Your brother has a definite weakness, Stacy. He can't get enough ass. He loves it and if his current squeeze doesn't let him do it, he goes looking for one who will." Again her eyes narrowed at me, "Even if it's her sister."

"I thought you and I were alright about that?" I asked.

She sighed. "We are, I suppose. Can't deny me my right to have a dig now and then though, can you?"

"I suppose not," I admitted, gulping down some more beer.

"If Jack likes to put his whatsit you know where, what is your boyfriend's special thing?" Sophie asked her.

"Oh, he likes a girl who swallows," she grinned. That made them a perfect match because Miranda really liked cum in her mouth. Really liked it.

"EW!" Amber giggled, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "You mean you let him todger sneeze in your mouth? Yuck!"

Emma and Miranda exchange a smile. "Ah, to be young and pure again."

"What is Liam's thing?"

"Me," said Emma with a smile, ruffling his hair.

"Okay, and Cooper's?"

"Hamburgers!" Tank-boy yelled.

"Anyway, we got sidetracked," Miranda said, pleasantly changing the subject before Cooper lost his sense of humour. "It was Jack's truth or dare."

"Seeing as how Cooper took great delight in using my turn to tell you my secrets, I suppose he can take it now, too."

"Thanks man," he said, not getting my jibe. He turned to Stacy and said, "Truth or dare?"

"You've picked on me once already, you big, dumb ox."

"I know. So?"

She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly and sighed as if she was humouring a child. "Dare."

"Straddle Mitch's lap and snog his face off."

"You have a real thing for watching me kiss people, don't you?" she pointed out. He grinned and shrugged so she wrinkled her face in disgust. "Urgh. The whale gets his jollies from perving on me. I think I'm going to chuck."

"Go on Stace," Sara encouraged, giving my sister a nudge with her elbow. "Mitchell's hot," she added in a hushed tone.

"If you think so, Beamer, you do it." I couldn't remember whether Sara got the Beamer nickname because she smiled a lot, or because she was the team's beam specialist. Stacy had mentioned it one time when Sara slept over, but I never did take much notice of what the brat said. Or at least I never used to; not before last Tuesday, anyway. The whole world was different now.

Mitch raised his eyebrows invitingly at the young blonde, but she blushed and shook her head.

"It'shh your dare, you do it," Ronnie slurred, gesturing with her glass until some beer slopped out.

Stacy frowned at her but go up and walked to where Mitchell sat, resting his back against Miranda's legs. She was sat on her sunlounger and now didn't look quite as happy with the game as she had, but she didn't say anything.

Stacy stood over Mitch, one leg on either side of his groin before sitting in his lap and grasping hold of her wrist behind his head. She turned for one last look at the group, her eyes lingering on me before twisting back and planting a gentle kiss on him.

He gave her a long, deep, hungry open-mouthed tonguing, his hands wandering all over her back as he did so. The teens went wild, yelling and howling in encouragement.

I flinched and looked away, a hot pang of jealousy making me want to go over there a slam my fist into his face. The little plastic cup of beer crumpled as my hands tightened into balls, mirroring my thoughts. A gentle hand dropped to rest on my shoulder and patted it comfortingly. I twisted round to stare up at Emma, but she was deliberately looking away. She held my shoulder until a round of applause rippled around the edge of the pool and Stacy got up from Mitch.

I felt a fiery pang of hot temper once more when I noticed his trunks looked a little swollen. The bastard wanted to fuck my sister! I'd put him in hospital before I let him touch her again.

"Stacy and Mitchell up a tree, k i s s i n g..." Ronnie sung.

"Get stuffed," Stacy laughed, returning to her place in the circle.

"Get stuffed yourself, you superior bitch!" Ronnie spat, her anger coming out of nowhere.

Stacy was stunned for a second before her face darkened. "What's your childhood trauma, Ronnie? Are you just bitter because you fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, or is it because Sophie won't let you do her?"

"You're one to talk, Shtacy. Hands up everybody who has just swapped spit with half the people here. What nobody? Guess it's just you then Stacy."

My sister narrowed her eyes at the raven-haired girl. "I think you've had too much beer Veronica. Your brain cell is clinging desperately to the life raft and doesn't have time to monitor what your mouth is saying."

Ronnie blew a raspberry at her. "Phooey! You're just a hypocrite Harrison! You like to get your digs in at me about Sophie, but you didn't seem too bothered about kissing Amber. And don't think we all don't know what you and Kim do, either!"

"You shut your mouth and take that back!"

"Make me!"

In seconds, the two girls were tearing and pulling at one another, rolling over the patio with shrieks and handfuls of hair. Gymnasts spilled left and right to get out of the way as Stacy and Ronnie tried to claw each others eyes out.

"Do something, Jack!" Emma gasped.

"Why? They'll sort it out in a minute or two." Quick, hot-tempered brawls were commonplace in the barracks and it was usually over faster than it began. It was also a big mistake to get between two friends who were going at it.

"Jack!" she complained, pointing at the two tussling teenagers. Her disappointment at me showed on her face and I couldn't stand it so I strode over to the two little wildcats and yanked them apart.

"That's enough," I warned.

Stacy was seething and struggled wildly to get by me, but even with one hand I had no trouble holding her back. It was a good job because my other hand was gripped onto Ronnie's shoulder and she was thrashing about just as much as the brat.

Stacy thumped me over and over as she tried to break free but didn't take her eyes off Ronnie. "I'm gonna rip your hair out by its dyed black roots you freak!" she spat.

"Stuck up little cow!" Ronnie shot back, grabbing my wrist and trying unsuccessfully to twist free.

"I said that's enough!" I shouted, loud enough to stun Veronica into stillness.




Stacy Ch. 05



Unfortunately it didn't work on the brat though, and the little firebrand hit on a new way to get me to release her - she sunk her teeth into my forearm.

"ARGH! You little...!" Responding to the pain, I acted without thought. Releasing Ronnie I brought my other hand around and grabbed hold of the brat's waist. With a heave, I lifted her off her feet and sent her sailing backward into the swimming pool. She shrieked and got a lungful of water as she disappeared beneath the surface in a surprisingly big splash for such a little girl.

When she came up coughing and spluttering, her friends were hysterical with laughter at the both of us. I frowned and twisted my arm to study the teeth marks in it as she stood chest deep in the water coughing and snorting the chlorinated fluid from her nose.

"That's it," I snapped. "The party's over."

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It was nearly midnight and I couldn't get to sleep so I slipped out of bed in just my boxer shorts and went down to the kitchen. Stacy's door was shut and I hadn't heard a peep out of her and Kimberly for over an hour. While taking the carton of orange juice out of the fridge, I was surprised by the ringing of the telephone in the front room.

"Hello?"

She had one of those voices that purred and could make a shopping list sound sexy. "Have you calmed down yet?"

"Emma?"

"Ahuh. You okay?"

"Yeah. Why are you calling?"

"I thought you might want to talk."

"Not really."

She didn't speak for a moment and I could hear movement down the line and then a little thud. "Em?"

"Yes?"

"Oh. I thought you'd gone for a second there."

"No. Just getting more comfortable."

"How?"

"I'm getting ready for bed and dropped the phone when I took my panties off. Just a sec... That's better."

It was totally unexpected. Now my mind was assailed by a dozen quick fantasies of what she must look like; was she in a sexy nightie or naked? Was her room refined and classy, or a hark back to girlhood and smothered with teddy bears?

"Jack?" she giggled. "Now who's disappeared?"

"Sorry. You're at home then?"

"Yeah. How is your arm?"

I chuckled. "Fine. The brat likes to make and impression, in every sense of the word."

"I think she has definitely done that, hasn't she?" Her voice had that hint of knowledge in it and I instantly felt uncomfortable.

"It's getting on, Emma. I should go."

She sighed. "Okay, Jack. But if you ever need to talk... WHEN you need to talk, I'll listen, okay? Things are not always as bad as they seem."

"I gotta go, Emma," I repeated.

"How about I pick you up tomorrow and we go out for a bite to eat? I'm going to give Daddy's new toy a spin and see how fast it is. Wanna come?"

"Wouldn't you rather it was just you and Tank-boy?"

"Liam's not coming, he's busy. I'll pick you up about four?"

"Is that such a good idea?"

"Jack," she admonished, putting on a schoolmarm tone. "We don't always do what's right, do we? Sometimes we just have to do what feels good at the time and then live with the consequences. Don't you find that?"

"Maybe."

"I've only known you a couple of days, but I am a very swift judge of character. You and I have so much in common. We both have similar outlooks, similar needs, similar... secrets. I'd like to explore just how similar we are."

"Look, Liam's a friend of mine. I won't do anything to change that."

Her chuckle was as musical as it was exciting. "I'm not asking you to sleep with me, you dope. I just think that we could be close friends. Very close. And like I said, we have similar things going on in our lives and sometimes it is good to have someone who knows what that's all about to be able to talk to."

I teetered on the edge of asking her outright how she knew about Stacy and I, but I couldn't take the risk that my guilty conscience was misinterpreting what she was talking about. It was possible that she fancied me, and knew I fancied her, and that was the 'secret' she was hinting at. Maybe.

"I'm not sure, Emma."

I heard a male voice in the background, which she answered, "Ah-huh. I'm just on the phone, Daddy. Jack? I'll call round tomorrow and you can decide then, okay? Sleep tight."

"Bye Emma."

Now I was confused. Should I go with her? There was no doubt that every male hormone in my body was screaming YES! but it could be dangerous. If I slipped up and told her about how I felt for Stacy and she wasn't on the same wavelength, then things could go very wrong indeed.

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Wandering back into the kitchen, I sat down at the table and sipped at the orange juice.

"Urgh! Why do men always drink from the carton instead of getting a glass?"

A quick glance to the doorway revealed Stacy stood there in her cut-off tee shirt and tiny panties. Damn she was beautiful! Her small body may have been young-girl in nature, lacking the curves a woman of her age usually had, but it radiated allure and sensuality. She leant casually against the jamb, her arms crossed over her flat chest as she looked at me from under the curtain of her blonde fringe.

Her attractiveness was Kryptonite to the anger I had at her for her earlier behaviour. As much as I wanted to keep it, I could feel my resistance crumbling already. It was the shine in her baby-blue eyes, or maybe the skimpiness of her pink panties with white elastic edges and a teddy bear motif over her pussy.

"Go away," I snarled. As usual, she took no notice of me.

"Oh, come on, Jack. You're not really still angry with me, are you?"

"Yes."

She sighed and shoved herself away from the door, moving toward me with feline grace. "Look, this is silly. Can't we kiss and make up?"

A sexy, seductive look crossed her face and she floated around the bottom of the table, trailing her fingertips on its edge. "Wouldn't you rather fuck your little sister than shout at her?"

"No," I grumped, knowing I had lost this argument the moment she entered the kitchen. She just giggled, "Oh, really? Not even if I said I'd do anything?"

That got my attention. "Anything?"

"Anything," she purred, gliding to my side.

When I turned my face to her, it came level with the tiny mounds on the front of her chest. They barely made lumps in her tee shirt, but even so, they made my cock lurch in my boxer shorts. I could see that her nipples were sticking out proud and tenting the black cotton shirt.

"You're horny tonight, brat. Why?"

Her tiny hand fastened on my wrist and, with a feather-light touch, she lifted it to allow her to slip side-saddle onto my lap. She hardly weighed anything. The sweet scent of her hair filled the air around me like orange blossoms.

"Do I need a reason to want my brother's hot, hard cock inside me?" she whispered, stroking a finger along my forearm over her teeth marks.

"You have a dirty mouth, Stacy," I chuckled, enjoying the way her small buttocks trapped my thickening shaft between us.

Her head tilted back, lips opening with a sigh. "Kiss it, then."

Our lips mashed together in a hot, urgent kiss that was deep and lustful. The taste of cherries filled my mouth from her lip balm as I swirled my tongue around hers. Twisting her small body on my lap, she bent her knee up to her breasts with amazing ease and suppleness, folding it close to her so she could slide it around me and drop it so that she was straddling my lap and we were face to face. Her eager little mouth never left mine while she did so.

"Stacy, you are a very bad girl," I whispered, stealing kisses as I spoke.

"Wanna spank me, then?"

"I might."

She dropped her chin a little so that she had to gaze at me through the curtain of her golden fringe in a very appealing little girl pout. "I love you, Jack. I just want to make you happy. Anything you want me to do, I'll do."

"I know." There was not the slightest doubt in my mind that she was mine completely. This beautiful young girl had given her heart to me and her body followed.

We looked deep into each others eyes, sharing our love, our bond. While we did, my hand slid down her back and into her panties to cup her small buttocks. A naughty glint appeared in her eye, "I'll do it for you Jack. You know... what Miranda wouldn't."

I was sure that even as my cock lurched my heart skipped a beat.

She placed a soft kiss on my cheek. "I told you I would that first night, and that was before I knew how special it was for you. So, I just want you to know that nothing is too dirty or kinky for you to ask of me. Don't hold back, I won't be shocked or refuse to do it." Her eyes sparkled, "Well, okay, I may be shocked, but I'll still do it."

She cupped my face with both her small hands and then looked deep into my eyes to make sure I knew just how serious she was. "Now fuck your little sister's ass, would you?"

"Oh, Jesus Stacy!" I moaned, my mouth covering hers with a hungry passion. She began to slide her hips back and forth on my lap, rubbing her pink panties over my bulging boxer shorts. Our faces twisted and turned, mouths brushing, lips moulding, tongues delving.

"You want that, don't you?" she breathed, her little tongue flicking across mine. "You want to bend your little sister over and shove your hot cock up her tight, virgin asshole, don't you?"

"Yes," I gasped. Then a smile crossed my face, "But not until I've sucked your pussy until you cum all over my tongue."

A dirty grin spread across her face, "I get to cum first? I'm liking the sound of this already."

My eyes flit from hers to the darkened doorway that led to the hall. "What about Kimberly? Won't she notice you are missing or something?"

"Oh, don't worry about Kimmy," she said with a giggle. "She's sleeping like an angel."

"What if she wakes up?"

"I doubt that she will; she was very tired. We ah... had a workout before bedtime."

"Preparing for your competition next week?"

"Something like that," she chuckled. "Now what else are you going to do to your little sister?"

I lifted a hand and grasped her small tit, massaging it, making the cotton of her tee-shirt rub over her stiff nipple. It earned me the pleasure of her panty-covered cunt grinding on my cock again. "I'm going to shove my cock into you and fuck you hard."

The corner of her lip curled in a wry grin as she ducked forward for a quick peck on my lips. "You should know by now how I want you to talk, Jack. Even a dumb-ass squaddie learns eventually."

I let that slide because I knew it was only playful teasing. Yeah, I knew by now what was required of me. "What I'm gonna do, little sis," I murmured, emphasising my words with simultaneous squeezes on her tit and butt. "Is shove my cock into your tight little cunt. Your older brother is going to fuck your hot, wet snatch, little sister. Do you want your brother's cock in your cunt? Would you like me to fill your little pussy with my hard meat?"

"Oh, Jack!" she sighed, her eyes glazing over with lust. "Yes, I'd like that. I want you to fuck your little sister."

She was writhing her hips against me more rapidly now. With each grind, she squashed the teddy bear’s face between my cock and her clit. "Ohhh, yessss Jack. I want you to fuck me with my big brother's hot, hard cock. Ram it in my tight pussy, shove it in my virgin ass, slide it into my mouth!"

"I will," I promised. "But I want to taste you first." With ease, I lifted her child-like frame and sat her on the table's edge, rucking the red and white cloth that covered it. She nibbled her lip and put both her hands out behind her to hold her upper body up so that she could watch me.

I slid my lips to her ear and nuzzled her throat just below it. Her cascading hair felt soft and silky on the side of my face as I sucked at her neck and left it wet. Nibbling her gently, I worked my way downward, over her shoulder and onto her chest. I planted little kisses on her black tee shirt, moving inexorably to the tiny mounds of her breasts. When I reached those little bumps, I covered them with my mouth, feeling her stiff nipples poking through the cotton top.

"Mmmm!" she moaned, giving her hips a wiggle of delight.

"I love your little tits, Stacy," I whispered, chewing gently. "Oh yeah, I love your little baby tits. Small peaches that make my mouth water and my cock hard. You have fucking great tits, Stacy!"

"Uhhh!" she grunted as my teeth closed on a very stiff nipple and she clasped the back of my head to hold me tight against her. "Do you really, Jack? They're not too small, then?"

"No, sis, they're absolutely perfect."

I mouthed those sweet buds for a while longer, swapping between them before continuing lower. I rucked up the bottom of her tee shirt to let my lips taste the skin of her belly and pushed my tongue into her navel, swirling it around the little crevice and then treating it to fluttering licks before moving on.

When I reached the white elastic top to her skimpy panties, I thrust my tongue beneath its rim and drew a long trail along, just like licking an envelope.

"Ooo Ooo ooouuurrgghh!" she giggled, squirming because it tickled.

I let the band of her panties slip back into place and nuzzled down their soft front. The face of the teddy bear was directly over her clit and so I mouthed and kissed him hungrily.

"Oh God, Jack!" she gasped. Her tiny hips began to give little thrusts against my mouth as she whispered, "Oh yeah! Kiss your sister's panties! Lick them. Suck them. Oh! Mmmmm, that's it, kiss teddy."

I drew my stiff tongue back and forth over the gusset of her knickers, dragging the cotton about and making the teddy bear dance. It wasn't only my saliva that was dampening the fabric and her scent was getting stronger and stronger as her little cunt juiced its lust for her brother. The girlish honey was making the pink cotton darken in a definite patch below the teddy bear's feet.

Stacy suddenly put her small hand on my forehead and pushed my face away. I gave her a questioning glance, but she was too busy lifting her hips to slide her panties down her legs. With eagerness, she drew one slim limb from them and then let them dangle from her left thigh as she settled back and spread her legs wider. "That's better. Now suck my pussy, Jack. Tongue your little sister's love hole and taste her properly!"

Her bare, shaven slit was flushed with arousal and her quim was swollen lustfully. Her lips were gaping slightly and juice sparkled like diamonds in that tight cave. My eyes took in the sight of her little clit poking from underneath its hood even as my nostrils drank in her musky aroma.

"Fuck my cunt with your tongue, brother," she urged, using one hand to spread her lips wider in anticipation.

I didn't need any further invitation and ducked my face to that young heaven. Her flesh was hot on my mouth, but soft as I parted it with a long, dragging lick from the bottom of her slit to the top. She arched against me and I couldn't resist giving her the thrills she wanted, so I looked up into her eyes, "Mmmm, my little sister tastes good!"

"Oh!" she grunted, pleasure, desire and delicious excitement shining on her beautiful face.

"Mmm mmm, yes ma'am," I continued, lapping between words. "My sister's pussy is just the sweetest thing there is. This tiny little cunt that belongs to my baby sister is the hottest little fuckhole I have ever had."

"Oh yeah!" she gasped, grinding her sexflesh onto my lips to worm my tongue deeper. I did what she wanted and probed into that tight, silken sheath as far as I could. The crinkled inner flesh was soft and oozing sticky juice over my tongue. Sighing, I worked her cunt both inside and out for a long time. She sagged back onto her elbows, often letting her head fall back before snapping it upright to watch some more.

"Holy fuck Jack! You're soooo good at that."

I hooked my hands around her slim little thighs and pulled them further apart to feast deeper. All the time I was swapping constantly from soft, gentle dabs to fast fluttering licks and full, sloppy, sucking kisses. Her hips could not keep still and I even had to hold them down to stop them writhing so much.

Her gasps, grunts, moans and whimpers were drowning out the slurping noises I was making. When I finally thought she was getting there, I thrust two stiffened fingers all the way up her pussy. She bucked and grasped a painful handful of my hair as she rode my face. I drew the alphabet over her clit with my tongue - a trick taught to my by Cooper's sister Cindy - while my hand pumped my fingers back and forth in her grasping cunt. At one point, I was kicked sharply in the side by one of her heels as her whole body spasmed in delight.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK! I'M GONNA... I'M GONNNAAAA..."

I fastened my lips over her clit and sucked it firmly while churning my fingers in her soaking snatch.

"JAAAAACCCCKKKKK!"

She bucked into orgasm, convulsing and twitching as she slammed my face tightly against her humping cunt and tightened her grip even more. The brat was going to rip out a chunk of my hair if she wasn't careful!

I slathered my tongue all over her sexflesh as she juddered and then went limp as she relaxed into the aftermath of her cum. Her legs fell open and she let go of my head to she lie there, dazed and gasping. After a few moments, she mumbled something but I didn't catch it.

"Huh?"

"I said I love you, you muscle-bound dope."

I grinned and sat back on my chair, looking at this extraordinarily beautiful teenager spread out on the table like a nubile banquet. The fact that the nymph was my sister only made the sight so much more powerful.

"I'm not done yet, turn over," I told her.

She lay still, her little chest heaving up and down while she wiped a stray wisp of hair from her forehead and blew out a gust of breath. "Jeez, that was amazing. That is definitely going on my list of things to have you do again."

"You have a list?"

She struggled up onto her elbows with her eyes sparkling at me, "Oh hell yes. It's a long list, too."

I playfully swatted her inner thigh. "That's great Stace, and we'll do them I promise, but for now do like I say and turn over."

She gave a puzzled frown, but complied without hesitation. The tablecloth slid about as she rolled over and folded her hands like a pillow beneath her cheek. I dragged her a little more toward me so that her legs dipped down and hung either side of me and the chair.

Now I had a close up view of her tight, firm butt. It was very small and lean, with two curving red indentations where her panties had dug into the smooth cheeks. I stroked it softly, feeling the warmth of her flawless skin.

"You have a great ass, sis," I mumbled, caressing it.

"Are you going to fuck it, now?" There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Soon. But first..." I dipped my face forward and grazed my lips over the soft skin. I pecked little kisses here and there, swapping from cheek to cheek, being slow and gentle all the time. Gradually the little kisses turned to licks and sucks. My hands gently squeezed and moulded the little pert globes while my mouth worked all over.

At one point, I rubbed my cheek against her buttock and got a girlish giggle in return. "Do you like your sister's ass, brother?"

"Ahuh. It's a fantastic ass."

She wiggled it a little and I gave a low, animal growl. "Oh yeahhhh."

Stacy lifted her head to glance over her shoulder at me and smiled, "So this is your thing, huh?"

I smiled, spanked her butt and laughed at her gasp of shock. "No, you're my thing. My sister, my pain in the neck, my sweet lover, my fucktoy, my brat."

Her blue eyes sparkled and she nodded before dropping her face back down to the pillow of her hands, "I am."

My hands were still moulding and squeezing her butt cheeks, pulling them apart and squashing them together. I looked down into her crease and stared at her little pink ring. It was so small, puckered and virgin. Without hesitation, I leant forward and licked it.