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Em & M

By: Emmah



M is my brother who writes stories at Literotica. I just started writing because M thought it would be a good way to exorcise some ghosts. I'm Emma and all my friends know about M and me because if they couldn't handle it they wouldn't be my friends, so who cares? He said I could use his name but I think he deals with people who shouldn't know. Chances are slim they would find out but you never know who reads what, where. 

When I asked him how I should go about writing this story, he said "just tell it; people know when you tell it straight." 

Starting with the title, it's typical M. He once said to me "we're Em & M candy; we melt in each others mouth. Corny, but when he tells you these things he always makes you feel good. It was good to have his kindness around when I went through some rough times. Actually we both did.

One thing about M, even depressed he says funny things. I gave him the usual stupid pep talk about making lemonade when things in your life turn out to be lemons and he said "what kind of drink do you make out of piss"? At least we laughed for a few minutes.

It was during one of the bad patches that we first got together. Two guys, (slime posing as guys) in a six month period ran me over. I'm sure I don't have to explain. I was working in an office, it was a couple of weeks before Christmas and I was especially low. I'd never done this before but I wanted to feel better so I made up a fantasy lover and told some of the girls about him. 

Boy did this guy love me, couldn't keep his hands off me. Handsome? - Oh yes. In bed? - Insatiable, innovative and big around as a soda can. "Bring him to the Christmas party" they said. First I put them off but then I thought it would be funny to bring M as my 'man': he's good looking enough.

M came to the party. I'm showing him off and Kim (the bitch) tries to score him right away. He told me later she asked him if he really could go all night and did he have some of what her boyfriend was missing. I guess my description turned her on because she put her number in his pocket. 

The party thins out, everyone's had a few and I'm putting on a show dancing with M. in a way that I'm sure will have them talking over the water cooler on Monday. Am I crazy or does M have a hard-on?

M took me home and I asked him to stay. I didn't have to. We both knew what was going to happen. I kissed him into submission. He undid the buttons on my dress and pulled my bra down so my tits were framed and really popping out. I don't have spectacular tits but they're big enough. 

Guys love tits. (Is it only the ones I've gone out with?) M is no exception. He kissed, felt, fondled and sucked them until I thought I felt something dripping down my leg. He was slow in stripping me and I just stood there as each thing came off and he ran his hands on my bare skin. 

He was fully clothed, and I was completely naked when he went down on me. He kept me standing and sat on the floor between my spread legs. My brother licked my shaved pussy until my knees buckled. He ran his tongue from my cunt to my ass. He spread the globes of my ass with his hands as his mouth finally settled on my clit. He kept sucking and I kept coming. At one point I thought I could even come out of my ears. I think we're all defenseless against someone or something. That's how I felt when M's mouth was on me. He did this 'thing' with his tongue and I thought I'd come until I fainted. 

I returned the favor. He's not as big as a soda can but he filled my mouth. It's thick and veiny and I love to feel that meat that's hard and soft at the same time in my mouth. This will probably sound strange but what I like best about sucking my brother is that he always strokes my hair until he comes. I guess I feel he loves me and I'm not just a woman blowing him.

M came copiously in my mouth, (he said I should take that word out but there really was a lot of cum) which I liked a lot more than I ever did. I'm beginning to believe what he says about fucking with someone you love. He's a hopeful romantic and it shows. If someone slaps someone's butt in one of his stories, you can be sure that sometime, somehow they're going to kiss it better.

He said of that first night that we performed mouth to genital resuscitation on each other. I like that.

The next morning I wasn't sure how he felt about what we did. I knew how I felt. I had a few experienced (ok promiscuous) years behind me and I loved sex, loved him and wanted more. I tested the waters. I said "M, I'm tempted to do that again." He said "Em, the only way to get rid of temptation is to give in to it." We gave in. We gave in three times.

After writing that, I understand why M says writers are naked in front of their readers. It's much more than just not having your clothes on.

I don't want you to think that it's a fuckfest every day (not that I find anything wrong with fuckfests) but we see other people, live in our own apartments and have lives that intersect in places, and don't in others. For me I love having a friend who's there if I need advice: if I need a shoulder or if I'm horny. (That happens more than once in a while)

Being with M has caused some problems. If I think a guy I'm hooked up with might turn into something 'more' I usually tell him. Probably more to see the way they react than the honesty thing. (I think honesty is overrated. I can't stand the idiots who say something hurtful to you and then say, "Well I'm only being honest.")

A few months ago I told this guy Brent about M and me (I should have known with a name like 'Brent') and although he never said it directly, before the night was over he found a way to call me a "sick bitch" – this from a guy who once asked me to pee on him. (Not my scene)

I haven't really sorted out where being with M is going to fit in if I get serious with someone. The last person I loved aside from M is ancient history and that didn't end well. I guess for now I'm letting tomorrow worry about itself.

I think M and I get on so well because we're alike when it comes to the screwy little things. This is my new theory on relationships: I hope this one is better than all my past theories. (I'll call the book "Compatibility of Peculiarities" which should sell at least two copies. Chapter 1 "You can't both always be on top"…Chapter 2 "The fucker and the fuckee"…) 

In our case it really does help that we both like going to midnight movies and hate parties. We also never seem to have sex in bed. It's not that we plan not to but we both like chairs, tables, floors and walls. 

We probably end up on the chair most often. I'm starting to slicken thinking about it. I'm impaled on his dick, tits in his chest and arms around each other. I lick my lips and his: then one long kiss until we come. I love it when we both come, mmmming in each others mouth. M, why aren't you here now?

M was here this morning when I started writing this. He walks up behind my chair kisses me 'hello' and starts reading over my shoulder. As he's reading, his hand finds its way into my bra. (I'm supposed to concentrate with his finger on my nipple?) It reminds me of a story. A man I know was seeing three women and decided it was time to settle down. To test their character, he asked them all the same question. "If I gave you ten thousand dollars, what would you do with it?" The blonde said "I'd buy fabulous clothes to look good for you. The brunette said, "I'd take you on a trip to Hawaii." The girl with green hair said, "I'd give one third to the animal shelter, one third to the Red Cross and with one third I'd buy you the painting you admired in the art store last week." Which one did he marry? – The one with the big tits.

I didn't get much work done this morning because one thing led to another. M started kissing me and he can kiss for hours. He says my mouth comforts him. (I asked, "Up here or down there?") We were both late for work and I'll just say that I'm a little sore but I'm not complaining. 

I got up to this point and I wasn't sure how to end this because it's not really a story, its more…I don't know; so I called M to help me.(even though it's midnight) Before he heard the rest he said, "Here's the ending; tell them I love you."

Em & Me Ch. 1



Oh Man! Where is all this going to lead to? What a mess! I've got this sister, right? Emily...Em I call her. Year and a bit younger than I am. Kinda cute looking, long blonde hair, nice tits - interesting without being Pamela Anderson silicon monsters, if you get what I mean - a great little ass and nice shapely legs. Overall, a choice bit of tail that has half the senior guys at school breaking out in a sweat to carry her books when they see her get off the bus. Thing is, I've now got a situation with Em that has me drooling and, figuratively speaking, crapping my pants at the same time. 

Our family isn't all that well off any more. Dad used to have a real good job as a software engineer once. But he got laid off when his employers got swallowed up in a take-over, and being in his early fifties he found it impossible to compete with the young guys, and girls, fresh out of University with all the hot new technology and lower demands salary-wise. After an unsuccessful spell of trying to freelance - I figure the humiliation of being laid off knocked a lot of the energy and drive out of him - he wound up with a job as a duty manager at a supermarket on rotating shifts. To help out with the finances, Mom had to find work as well. Having been out of the workforce for over twenty years, the only thing she could get was as a nurse's aid at the local hospital; also on shifts. 

All of this means that from time-to-time Em and I spend a lot of hours at home by ourselves after school, sometimes all night. No major problem seeing as we're both legally classified as young adults and both of us are capable at cooking our meals and doing all the cleaning assignments Mom leaves for us. 

Then, tonight... Oh shit, I guess a little bit more background might help...! 

I'm Pete, average height, average build, average looks, and average ability at school. At 61/2 inches, I even have an average size dick! In fact, I am your typical, boring Mr Average, which goes a long way towards explaining why I don't do too well when it comes to attracting the chicks. That and the fact that I don't have a car, I'm not all that good at sports and I intend to major in mechanical engineering when I go to University, instead of sexy stuff like law or marketing or medicine or the performing arts. So let's amend that description to typical, boring Mr Average Geek. 

To be honest I'm not at all bothered about the size of My Man, because, being a geek, I've researched the fact that the 'normal' size range for the male penis is between 51/2 and 71/4 inches. Which is quite adequate seeing as the average female's vagina is only 4 inches deep. So, if you've got an 8 inch dong you'll never get to soak more than half of it, which seems a bit of a waste to me. Mind you, if you had a 12 inch one you could give yourself head and "cut out the middle man" so to speak. But I digress. 

Just because I am the aforesaid 'typical, boring Mr Average Geek', it doesn't mean that I don't lust over females - quite the opposite. My hormones run just as hot as any well-muscled, handsome sports jock's do. Like every other hetero male of my age, I exist in a state of almost constant hard-on whenever I sit close by a chick in class who's blasting out the pheromones at that "hot" stage in her cycle. And, seeing as fifty percent of my classmates are of the feminine gender, hard-ons in class are a daily issue. But the cool guys get the opportunity to address the problem the way the cool guys always do, whereas The Geek beats the meat so often he's worried about growing hairs in the palm of his hand. 

This brings me to Em... 

Em goes out with heaps of guys, so I cannot for a second imagine that she's suffering from sexual frustration. But I have absolutely no idea what my sister's sex life is like! Is she easy to score with? Or is she a tease? Or is she one of the few who doesn't put out at all? One positive in Em's favour: I have not heard any whispers going around at school that my sister has Round Heels. One thing I do know, however, is that she always asks Mom and Dad 's permission to go when a guy asks her out and she always stays at home on the evenings when they are both working. 

Last year, Em really had The Hots for my best buddy Joey - come to think of it Joey is my only real friend - but I don't know if anything ever came of it. Joey certainly hasn't mentioned it at all. Joey is a Cool Guy. He was elevated to that status when he got a soccer scholarship to one of the big universities back east. If all goes well, he'll probably get a pro contract and end up filthy rich. But, before that, we were more or less on the same footing as we soldiered through our school years together. The thought has occasionally crept into the grey matter that, since he became a Cool Guy, Joey only keeps The Geek around as a kind of pet; sort of like all the really good-looking chicks always have a fat, ugly one hanging around with them. 

I may not have a car, but, because I aim to be an engineer, Dad has made damned sure that I have an extra-good, fast computer with heaps of memory. I worked weekends mowing lawns and stuff, and scraped up the money to upgrade the screen to a 19-inch and invested in an AutoCAD package. When I get fully up to speed with the software, I'm going to look for contract CAD work with local companies so that I can build up my University fund. The kind of donkeywork that's too basic to waste the time of highly qualified highly paid engineers to do. 

Part of the computer deal, though, is that Em also gets to use it for school assignments, et cetera. No big deal! The whole shebang, including printer and stuff, is set up in a small room that leads off of my bedroom. It is nothing more than a very large cupboard really and, because Dad took the door off to make more space, I can see right into the room from my bed. And, of course, there is a connection to the Internet. 

Now, our Mom and Dad got it together right at the end of the Flower Power, drugs, anti-Vietnam War era, and they didn't start Em and I until quite late - Mom was over thirty when I was born. They kept up some of the casual lifestyle over the years, so as kids Em and I got used to seeing them wandering around the house with very little in the way of clothes on. Sometimes they were completely naked. They same kind of rules applied to Em and I until Em reached puberty and Mom decided that everyone should cover up a bit more. Even so, it wasn't unusual for Dad and I to wander around in just our boxers and you'd see Mom or Em wearing not much more than an outsized sweat-top, or a cotton nightdress, and a pair of panties. 

The inevitable happened. The Geek would be in his room reclining on his bed studying and Cute Sister would come in to use the computer. Sometimes she would be doing an assignment, but other times she would just surf teen sites on The Net. More often than not, she would be dressed 'normally' in a T-shirt and shorts, frequently and obviously without a bra, but sometimes she was wearing a lot less. Feeling somewhat guilty, The Geek would stop the schoolwork and start studying his sister and stroking his hard-on. He liked it best when Cute Sister was only wearing a sweatshirt and panties. Then he could admire her lovely legs. And when she leaned forward on the chair, or moved around otherwise, he would catch exciting glimpses of her beautiful little white cotton covered ass. It was extra good when she was wearing a nightie as well, because the glare from the screen would outline the pink-tipped shape of her breasts through the thin material, but The Geek wasn't really a tit man. 

Occasionally Cute Sister would screw something up and she would ask for The Geek's help. He would hurriedly try to make his erection less obvious and go, kneel on the floor beside her, and talk her through the solution. He would feel the glow of her body heat and catch her scent and his mind would spin so badly that it was hard to concentrate on the task at hand. It was those times she was dressed in the sweatshirt combination that really blew his mind, because he would inevitably sight the white triangle at the fork of her thighs and imagine that he could see the pouting outline of her pussy behind it. Occasionally, a stray blond pubic hair protruding from behind a leg opening would almost give him a heart attack. The Geek was truly in a bad way. And there was that least one time, when she was wearing a nightie, that he clearly detected that Cute Sister wasn't wearing any panties at all! 

Of course, as soon as she left him, The Geek would jack himself off frantically with lurid fantasies about Cute Sister streaming through his mind. 

Then, one day whilst I was looking for something else on The Net during a free study period; I found Literotica. That blew the rest of the afternoon away until Em came home. Of course, given my fantasies about my sister, the incest stories grabbed my attention more than any of the others did. Quite by chance, I came across one about a brother and sister sharing a bedroom by a guy called Jack Dayton. It was a bit farfetched I thought - hey, how many 18 or 19 year old girls do you know who would share a room full-time with her similar-aged brother? And the "Ooooh - Ahhhh" dialogue when they got it on was kind of over the top. But the initial build up reminded me so much of my feelings about Em that the story really struck a chord. 

I had just finished reading when I heard Em come in the front door. Then I suddenly remembered hadn't got the shopping that Mom left a note for me to go and get. So, because Mom would be home real soon, I dropped everything and left my room in a rush. I was in such a panic that I quite unintentionally left that story sitting on the screen. When I got home, beating Mom by about five minutes, Em was on the computer. The story was gone and she didn't say anything. But she did give me this kind of disgusted look. 

Em didn't use the computer while I was in my room for almost a couple of weeks afterwards. In fact, she was pretty-damned cool towards me for the whole of that time. In spite of that, Yours Truly still carried on his wild imagining of doing all kinds of exotic things with her and he was in dire peril of building up calluses on his dick. Then one evening, Mom and Dad were both at off duty at the same time on a Friday evening and he decided it was a good idea to take her out to dinner. 

The house was sort of quiet after Mom and Dad went out. There was damn all on TV worth watching so I eventually went to my room. My sister was in her room the whole time. I just lay down on my bed with just my bedside lamp on and my eyes closed, and started to mentally picture Em working on the computer dressed only in her sweat-top and panties. Before you could say "Cum!" my shorts were down around my knees and my hard-on was in my fist getting a long, slow, easy stroking. Next thing I know, I hear the sound of my door being opened and I have to quickly throw my bedcovers over my lower half so that my sister wouldn't see what I had been up to. 

The object of my desires came into the room dressed exactly as I had been picturing her in my mind. Without saying anything, or even looking in my direction, she sat in front of the computer and started the boot-up sequence. I lay rigid on my bed like a petrified rabbit; my rock hard cock still clenched in my fist. Em just sat staring at the screen, with her shoulders kind of hunched as though she was expecting a blow until the computer finished its start up routine. Then she opened up one of her files and started to type rapidly. 

After about three minutes the machine-gun clatter of the keyboard stopped and I heard Em say in a very small voice, "Pete, did you deliberately leave that story for me to find?" 

My first try at a response came out as a high pitched squeak, but then I gained a bit more control and managed to tell her that it was all a mistake, "I never intended you to see it." 

"I didn't know that you looked up that kind of thing." 

"Well, I don't normally. The search engine I was using threw up the site name and I opened it out of curiosity. And then I got so wrapped up with reading I forgot the time, and the shopping I had to do, and it was only when you came home that I snapped out of it." 

Em spun the seat around and I got a quick glimpse of her panties up her slightly spread thighs before she closed them again. Dark blue cotton; I'd never seen those ones before! "But incest stories, Pete, brothers and sisters and fathers and daughters and mothers and sons making out and having sex!" 

Wow! Em had done a bit more looking around Literotica while I was out! She'd never have known about the 'fathers and daughters and mothers and sons' stories otherwise! 

"Well..." I was lost for words. 

"You think about me like that, don't you?" 

"Of course not! What ever gave you that idea?" 

She came across the room knelt down on the bed beside me. Her slim, smooth, tanned thighs were set slightly apart and the hem of her sweat-top stopped tantalisingly, just below her panty-line. I simply couldn't help staring at her down there she was so tempting, and my dick, which had been slowly going soft, suddenly sprang to full hardness again. "Don't lie to me, Pete, just about every time I'm in here on the computer I can hear you touching yourself... just like you are now!" 

Em grabbed hold of the bedcovers and threw them off me, exposing my nakedness and my hand clasping my throbbing shaft! Very slowly I let go of My Man and moved my hand to one side. Oh, shit! This was happening just like in one of those stories! 

"So, Miss Emily, you don't go back to your room afterwards and bring yourself off and think about me... or some other guy and his dick?" 

Em's eyes were fixed on my crotch. "Don't be so gross! Why would I do such a thing? Especially about you!" But, her face reddened. 

I knew I'd scored a goal! "Are you absolutely sure, Em?" 

Her face flushed an even deeper crimson, "Well, knowing you were doing that and thinking sexy things about me did make me get kind of wet a couple of times..." 

"Only a couple?" 

"Damn you, Pete!" She slapped me hard on the chest. And left her hand resting there. "Alright then, lot's of times! But I didn't always..." 

"Didn't always what, Em?" 

"Oh stop it! You know what I mean!" Em's hand moved a little way down my chest. "Pete," her voice softened, "that story you left, it was so hot. Especially the part where the girl and her brother were lying in their own beds and...you know. And each of them was watching the shadows moving in the dark and listening to the sounds, knowing what the other one was doing." 

My eyes bored into hers; "Shall we turn the light out?" 

My sister bit her lower lip for a few moments. Then she nodded. 

The computer screen had gone onto power save mode so the room was just about pitch black when I snapped my bedside lamp off. What can I say about the sensation of Em lying down beside me and the rustling sounds and movements of her lifting up her sweat-top above her waist and pulling down her panties? Her bare leg briefly touched mine, but she pulled it away quickly. And what about the tiny liquid sounds of her fingers probing and stroking within her secret folds, the exotic wafts of her sex odours, and her trembling motions and soft gasps as Em brought herself closer and closer to her climax? 

My sperm burst from me, wildly spraying up over my chest long before Em was ready. I lay there, listening to her, smelling her, sensing her arousal, my eyes, now more accustomed to the darkness, just able to pick out the movements of her hand as she delved ecstatically between her wide-spread thighs. 

Em came with a loud, deep-throated groan and rolled over onto her side so that she was cuddled up against me. She panted and trembled softly in the darkness for a full three or four minutes before relaxing and placing her hand on my chest; in among all my sticky mess. I could smell the sharp ozone odour of her sex on her fingers and My Man stirred in response. 

"Wow!" She whispered softly, "that was so erotic!" 

I put my arm around Em's shoulders and hugged her to me. I was still struck dumb by the events. 

"Oh my, brother Pete, you've got a whole load of fish glue here!" She twirled her fingers in among my slippery fluids. "Stay there a second..." 

I felt her wriggling around and then she started mopping my chest and belly with a bit of cloth. She was using her panties! When she reached my crotch area, Em encountered my newly resurgent erection. 

"Oh, ho, ho! What do we have here?" She murmured, gently clasping my hot shaft in her warm hand and starting to stroke up and down its length. I reached for her, but she hissed sharply, "No!" then more softly, "this is just for you." 

So, I lay back and let my fantastic sister give me a most skilfully wonderful hand job - my very awesome and very first sexual encounter with a girl. And when, sobbing unashamedly with the sheer intensity of my pleasure, I shot my load for a second time, Emily caught the gushing spurts with her panties, whispering gently, "There, there! There, there!" 

We lay cuddling each other in the darkness until our parents were due home; then Em gave me a swift peck on the cheek and made her way to her room. 

So now you know why I'm wondering and worrying about where this is going to end. Maybe that was it? Fin! Finito! Finis! But, somehow I have a feeling that the story may get played out some more. 

If you were in my shoes, how would you feel? What would you do?



Em & Me Ch. 2



It's been just over a week since... well, you're up with the play if you read the first part. 

Mom was looking very pleased with herself the next morning, so it looked like her evening out with Dad didn't end with just dinner! Both of them had the day off that day, so Mom and Em made up a packed lunch for the four of us and we went to the beach. It was really great - the first time we had been together as a family like that in a very long time. Randy Pete, now not quite the Mr Average Geek, spent a great deal of the day lying on his belly to hide his huge boner. The said boner being caused by a combination of vivid mental flashbacks to the night before, plus the sight of his sister's skimpily clad, curvy body laid out so invitingly before him in a very tiny bikini. He also got quite pissed off a couple of times, because when Em wanted someone to rub sunblock on her back and the backs of her legs, she asked Mom to do it. At least she didn't ask Dad. 

The next week saw Mom on day shift and Dad on afternoons, which meant that at least one of them was always around the house, so I had no real opportunity to get Em by herself and talk to her about what had taken place between us. In any case, my sister seemed disinclined to be alone with me and was unresponsive when I spoke to her. She only used the computer when I was not in my room and when I did find her in there she left almost immediately. Also, she was always dressed "properly" in jeans and sweat-top or sweater, and always seemed to be wearing a bra. I couldn't figure Em's behaviour out. Was she trying to dampen my interest in her? Was she having second thoughts over what we did? Even if she was rapt at the time, was she now feeling guilty? Maybe she'd talked it over with someone, a counsellor at school or a girlfriend perhaps, and reached the conclusion that I was "bad"? Let's face it, masturbating while lying beside your brother and then jacking him off is generally frowned on in "normal" circles. And when anything happens like that is always "the male's fault"! 

Meanwhile, in true geek fashion, I carried on churning the whole episode over in my mind, simultaneously fretting about things going any further and praying fervently that I would feel my sister's soft warm hand on my throbbing tool again soon. But, I also figured that the best course of action for the moment was to sit back and play it cool. After all, it would be stupid of me to rush in and do or say something that might spook Em for good. 

On the last day of her day shift cycle afternoons shift nurse aide called in sick and Mom was asked to work a double duty. Overtime was scarce and the extra money was welcome, so Mom accepted immediately. But, as luck would have it, Cute Sister was going out on a date! Alone in the house and almost beside himself with frustration The Geek reverted to type and surfed The Net for a while. There are no prizes for guessing where he ended up. And there are also no prizes for knowing that this was the worst possible thing he could have done, because in no time at all he found some really cool stories about brothers and sisters getting it on and grew a hard-on that felt as big as a house. 

The Geek became so engrossed in reading about a guy who was giving it to his cute sister in the ass, while their father was busily screwing his other sister on the bed beside them, that he lost all sense of space and time. His next move was averagely predictable: unzip chinos and do something about aching stiff cock with fist! The story was so hot he didn't notice his own Cute Sister slip into the room behind him, and only knew she was there when she clapped her hands over his eyes and whispered, "Booo!" in his ear. 

I jumped a mile and smiled guiltily, knowing that my face was rapidly turning a hot beetroot red. 

"Peter!" she breathed, "couldn't you wait for me?" 

"Em! W-what are you doing here? I... I thought you were out on a date?" I stammered in shock and embarrassment at being caught out jacking off yet again. 

"I was, but I couldn't bear the thought of you being here all on your own. So, I told Greg I had a headache and asked him to bring me home. But, by the look of things you don't need me!" 

Greg! Now that was a name I'd not heard mentioned before. He doesn't go to our school. Greg must be Em's new stud; and he must be an extra pissed off one by now I would think! 

Em spun the chair around so that I was facing her. She had changed out of her street clothes and was barefoot and wearing my favourite uniform - the sweat-top part anyway. I mumbled something incoherent about it being nice to see her. It was when she sat down on me with her legs astride mine I saw that Em was wearing my other fetish-like essential, the white cotton panties. My stomach lurched in a kind of barrel roll. Meanwhile, my hand, still clasping my rampant tool, was just inches from her crotch. If I were a Cool Guy I would simply push her panties to one side and slide my dick into her snatch... but I was only a geek. 

She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. In the process, Em's panties pressed briefly against the head of my cock leaving a smear of pre-cum on their chaste whiteness. She murmured, "Hey, I'm sorry if I've seemed unfriendly this week. I've been doing a lot of thinking about the other night and trying to sort out my true feelings. We didn't do anything really bad, did we?" 

I shook my head dumbly, utterly entranced by the lovely sight before me. 

"Pete! You are staring!" 

"I can't help it," I gurgled; my eyes fixed on the strip of material guarding her sexual secrets. "You are so fantastic!" 

"And so are you," Em murmured, removing my hand so that she could get a good look at my throbbing erection, "Err...Pete, can we go and lie down?" 

My heart started pounding like a sledgehammer in my chest. Wordlessly - there was no way I could use my voice or I would have produced one of my infamous squeaks - I gestured to Em to get to her feet. Then I got up from the chair and led her to my bed. 

"Pete, do you mind if we turn off the light?" she asked. 

I did what she wanted, but the glow from the computer screen still lit the room. "That'll go off soon," she breathed, wriggling closer to me and throwing one thigh across mine. I felt her hand slide down my belly, undoing my belt and waistband and slipping inside, seeking my penis. "You can touch me now, you know." 

"But... you stopped me last time." 

"Hmmmmm, I know I did. I didn't want to, but I wasn't sure if my period was completely finished..." 

"I didn't know... I wouldn't have minded..." 

Em clasped my prick in her warm palm, "I'll remember that next time!" 

I reached for her. My trembling fingers caressed the insides of her thighs, climbing ever so slowly, ever higher towards that white-covered junction I had fantasised so many times about. I couldn't believe how soft and silky smooth she was! My wildest imaginings had never prepared me for the fact that human female skin can feel just like warm, living satin! 

And while I gently stroked her sleek, tanned thighs my sister fondled my sex-muscle, arousing its hot length to greater heights of pleasure than I could ever achieve on my own and pulled back my foreskin to smear my flowing pre-cum over my purple-red, bulging helmet. 

The instant the backs of my fingers touched the pristine cloth between Em's thighs I totally lost all control. My sperm boiled from my wildly pumping rod in a thick, pearly, sticky spray that splashed all over Em's gorgeous thighs and my chinos. "Ohhhh! Noooo!" I groaned in exasperation, torn apart by ashamed confusion at my lack of restraint and the absolute ecstasy of my ejaculation. 

"That's Okay, Pete. Don't fuss so much," My sister breathed, gently running her fingertips up and down my pulsating shaft, making my jump with the additional stabs of delight she induced. "It's not the end of the world." She let me completely subside and then asked me if I had a handkerchief in my pocket so that she could wipe us both down. 

Em took the facial tissues I dug out of my pants pocket and mopped up my slime. She seemed almost motherly, humming softly to herself under her breath as she went about cleaning us both. Here I was a year older than Em, yet I felt like an inexperienced kid. All right! Okay! So, I was inexperienced! No need to remind me! 

The computer screen went on to power save, plunging the room into sudden blackness. 

Em put her arm across my chest and rested her forehead on my shoulder. "Pete..." She sucked in a huge, deep breath and exhaled heavily as though she had come to a crucial decision, "Would you like to kiss me?" 

I moved to press my lips to hers, but she stopped me. Taking hold of my hand Em gently pressed her fingers on the narrow strip of material between her thighs. Her panties were damp and I could clearly feel the swell of her engorged sex lips beneath the cloth. "No, Pete... I meant down here. I would love it if you could. But don't worry about it if you don't want to... I'll understand... I know that a lot of guys don't like doing that, because of the smell." 

There are guys that don't like eating pussy? Amazing! Okay, us guys all make juvenile jokes about "munching hair pie" and "going down to Tuna Town" when we are kids. That's all part of boys growing up. But, the concept that someone could be put off by a girl's smell still astounded me - in spite of the fact that I had never done it before and consequently had no idea of what eating pussy would be like! I guess it'd be different if Em didn't care about her personal hygiene: I read an article on The Net once about a trend among some British girls who deliberately forego washing in order to repel guys, but Em wasn't like that. My lips found hers and I kissed her long and soft while my fingers gently caressed the intriguing, moist contours of her slit through her panties. When we finally broke apart I moved my sister onto her back and made my way eagerly, if a bit uncertainly down her body. 

Even in the dark, I knew Em's eyes were following my every move looking for the slightest sign of reluctance on my part. Why was she so fearful? I knelt down in front of her. When I parted her knees and looked up the shadowy sweep of her thighs to the white ghost of the Holy Grail at their junction, I imagined Em's panties now being so wet they were almost transparent. I think I moaned with anticipation. Very slowly, and not all sure that I was doing it right, I started to french-kiss my way up her incredibly soft, incredibly smooth columns of flesh. I was amazed to find that I could almost taste the musty yeast odour where my sperm had smeared on her. And, thank heavens, Em's sharp intakes of breath and soft sighs and the way she opened her legs wider and wider as I approached her humid centre told me that I wasn't doing anything wrong. In fact, it sounded as though I was doing everything just right! 

At last, I reached my goal! The fresh seashells and musk tang of her sex filled my nostrils. How could anyone dislike such a heady aroma? I pressed my lips to the damp strip of cloth and tongued her pussy lips through the thin material. She moaned, "Oh Pete! Just hold on a minute!" 

While I had been on my delightful journey, Em had pulled her sweat-top above her waist. Now, she gently grasped my head in both hands and led me up and over the rise of her pubic mound until my lips found the soft skin of her belly. I circled her navel with the tip of my tongue and she bucked her body and gasped convulsively. Then, as I followed her down with soft kisses, my sister slowly pushed her panties down over her hips, over her lower belly and down her thighs. 

My lips and tongue found the springy dampness of her thatch and Em spread her legs wide, offering me her very core. I traced the lush contours of her labia with delicate licks and she sighed with a deep sensuality. I trailed my way down further and reached the entrance to her vagina. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her opening and was rewarded with a rush of sweet, slightly salty flavour and a delighted "Mmmmmm!" Finally, I found the sensitive seat of her ultimate desire and she moaned an ecstatic, "Aaaaah! Yesss! Oh Pete, just there! That is so beautiful!" 

My sister trembled, sighed, and mumbled soft, incomprehensible gibberish while I feasted on her, luxuriating in the exotic tastes and smells and moist texture of her sex. Her husky moans of pleasure became deeper and louder as her arousal surged ever higher. Her abdomen heaved in tune with her ecstatic sighs until, finally, she stiffened and gave out a sharp cry of rapture. Em's belly snapped hard and she violently thrust her sex at me, once, twice, three times. Then she was transported into a shaking, shuddering, choking maelstrom of sensations as her orgasm, my first, burst through her. I tried to follow her jerking movements with my questing tongue, but Em pushed my head away, wailing "Oh, no! Pete, please stop! It's too much...!" And she rolled aside and shut herself away in her own private world. 

Unsure of what I should do next, if anything, I rested my cheek on her hip and stroked the outer side of her leg softly. Even this simple, non-sexual touch caused Em to twitch convulsively and mutter under her breath. But, eventually she came back to reality and pulled me up to join her face to face. Even in the near-total darkness, I could see the stars dancing in her eyes. 

She kissed me hard. "Oh, Pete! That was so awesome! I never, ever thought that it would be like that!" 

I grinned at her, proud of my newfound prowess, "You enjoyed it then?" 

"Enjoyed it? It was so wonderful I thought I was going to die! And I still feel totally fantastic, just as though my whole body is full of electricity and wants to burst out of my skin!" 

"So, it was as good as all the other times? You know..." 

Em rested her forehead against mine and traced the outline of my lips with her fingertip, "Pete... there haven't been any 'other times' with a guy... or with anyone else. You are the first person ever to go down on me... and the first person ever to make me cum." 

"You mean...?" 

"Right! I have been out with lots of guys, as you know. And I have done some things with a few of them... or rather; they've done things to me. And all of them have been absolute selfish pigs - slam, bang, thank you ma'am, if you know what I mean! I was beginning to think that all you guys are the same, so I was kind of anxious about you as well. But you were so brilliant!" 

So, that was why she seemed so worried earlier on! And Cool Guys can't be all they're cracked up to be either! 

Before I could say another word, Em clasped hold of My Man, who, of course, was as hard as a rock again! Let's face it, what guy wouldn't be after something as awesome as that - unless he was cold as stone of course, or gay! 

"Now, what about you?" She swiftly dived down my body and kissed his tip, "What do we call you?" she murmured. "Has Pete given you a name yet? Peter's Peter perhaps?" 

Em turned to me and smiled, "Well...?" 

I blushed in confusion. I'd never thought of giving my dick a name before! Then inspiration hit me, "I know... Zorba!" 

"Zorba?" Em looked puzzled. "Why Zorba?" 

"Zorba the Geek!" I said sardonically. 

"Oh Pete, that's awful! And you are not a geek... not any more!" She laughed happily, then she turned back to My Man and kissed him softly again, "Well, you heard what he said. I think he's pretty mean, but he says you are Zorba, so Zorba it is... it's lovely to meet you!" And she kissed my cock again. This time she pulled back my foreskin and twirled her tongue around my glans, making me jump. 

The realisation rushed through me: Oh my God! Em is going to give me head! After what happened earlier, this is almost too much to believe! But... Oh Hell, Sis! Don't hang around! 

Just then I caught sight of the time by my bedside clock... 11.15! Shit! Mom will be home in five minutes! Oh fuck it to hell! 

"Hey Em!" I shouted. "Look at the time! We'd better shift ass!" 

The next few minutes were sheer chaos as Em and I fought for use of the bathroom and got changed into our nightclothes. Fortunately, Mom was a couple of minutes late and we were in our separate beds 'asleep' when she came through the front door. 

The ex-Geek definitely was not asleep. He was buried beneath his bedcovers, suffering from a major identity crisis. If he was no longer a geek, what was he? Eating his sister out certainly didn't make him a Cool Guy! In fact, probably just the opposite - a Cool Guy was someone who walked into a room and took his choice out of all the chicks there; who would all be sticking their chests out and wetting their pants in the hope that they would be The Chosen One. By comparison, he was only playing in his own back yard: a very un-Cool Guy thing to do. And this certainly excluded him from being a Mr Average as well. Was he a sicko? Or, maybe, a pervert? And if he was either of these things, what did that make Em? 

These were worrying times! 

Nevertheless, these serious concerns did not prevent the ex-Geek from lasciviously savouring the after-scent of Cute Sister's pussy that still lingered on his mouth and chin. Or from stroking the newly christened Zorba, hoping, and wondering what in the hell was going to happen between him and Em next!



Em & Me Ch. 3



This has been one crazy two weeks! Talk about uppers and downers, Jeeesus! For months, Em and I seemed to be on our own a hell of a lot, but now that we've... you know, started experimenting... it seems like someone else is always around and getting in the way. A week ago Mom and Dad's shifts swapped over so, whereas Mom was on afternoons Dad was now on day shift. Yeah, it was kind of frustrating, but it was only going to be for a week until the both of them were on night shift. So, The ex-Geek and Cute Sister suppressed the torments of their seething hormones so to speak... more or less. Not that we had anything definite arranged for when we were going to be by ourselves, it just seemed like we had an unspoken agreement. Then at dinnertime on Thursday, Dad dropped the bombshell: "Aunt Rose will be coming to stay, starting on Sunday. So, you guys won't have to cook for yourselves and all that stuff, all next week. Won't that be great?" 

I think I somehow managed to look pleased, but I could have leaped over the dinner table and throttled him! Em just looked at her plate and didn't say a word. It isn't that I dislike Aunt Rose; she is a very nice lady...too nice in fact. She is Mom's oldest sister, Mom is the youngest of three, and Rose is about ten years older than Mom is. She got into the Flower Power movement real early and entered into the spirit of it one thousand percent - she was an icon to Mom when she was a young girl. She never got married - the only guy she ever really cared about got so spaced out on LSD he jumped off the top level of a ten story parking building in the belief that he could fly. Anyway, in the early 1990's Aunt Rose 'found Jesus' and, according to an unguarded comment made by my parents, changed from being a really cool, laid back, pot-smoking poetess into a prim, tight-assed Bible Thumper. And this was the person who was going to screw up the half-formulated plans I had for getting Em to carry on from where we had had to break off last time! Bummer! 

The thought did cross The ex-Geek's mind that Mom and Dad suspected that he and Cute Sister were up to something, but after due analysis he dismissed the idea. Let's face it, the Esteemed Parents may be ultra-cool liberals, but they are not that laid back!

At least Em didn't withdraw into her shell again like she did last time. Up until Aunt Rose was left "in charge", Em used the computer while I was in the room AND dressed the way that I liked to see her. Now that was really cool - especially when she made it very clear that she knew I was watching her and stroking my hard-on AND it was okay if with her if I took it through to a gut-wrenching, sperm-spurting conclusion. 

Have you ever wondered why so many liquid hand soaps look like sperm? Press the lever on the dispenser and "Splat!" you have a palm full of cum. I wonder if the makers have thought that right through? After all, they could be giving innocent young virgins and old maiden ladies severe heart palpitations, or worse. Or maybe it's a marketing ploy to give this group of consumers a guilt-free thrill and so increase sales! It doesn't taste like cum though... trust me. Joey, in a flash of very un-jock-like insight suggested once that it really is cum with some additives in to make it foam. He reckoned that companies like Proctor & Gamble have 250,000-ton tankers bringing the stuff in from poor countries like India, Bangladesh and China. Millions of guys are jerking off ten or fifteen times a day and sending the output to central collection points in a US Government initiative to provide aid and reduce population growth. Let's face it, if your cum is worth big dollars you are not going to waste it by squirting it into some female's snatch! Yeah, right... Shut up, Geek! 

One evening while Em was reading from the screen a fair amount I got the impression from her body language that she was helping herself out, which made my own jacking off even hotter than it was at other times. Sure enough, she suddenly let out a soft little panting grunt and sat very still and stiff for a couple of minutes. Then she killed whatever was on the screen and left the room quickly without looking in my direction. But Em's eyes had that particular shiny look about them that I have come to associate with the fact that she had... cum I mean! Oh yeah, there was further evidence too... a big damp spot on the material covering the seat. And it smelled of pussy too! 

With my sister out of the room I dived into Windows Temporary Internet Files and found the last document she had been reading. Wow, this was interesting: 'Hillary Finds her G.' It was a story about a female college student stripping off and masturbating, and finding her G-spot, whilst her roommates watched. Hmmmm! Very interesting! I could relate to Em's interest in masturbating while someone else was looking on - like we had started out by doing that together and both of us found it a huge turn-on. But, Em getting The Hots so badly from the idea of doing it in front of a bunch of girls that she had to bring herself off there and then? Was there something more to my Cute Sister than I had realised up 'til now? Or was it the knowledge that I was jacking off in the background that turned her on so much that she wanted to 'join in'? 

By the way folks, bad news - subsequent geek research turned up a whole lot of discussion about the G-spot, with most sexology professionals convinced that it does not exist. Aaah, but think of the fun you could have trying to prove them wrong! 

And what about when she needed help on the computer! Em wouldn't let me touch her, not properly, "In case somebody walks in." But now, when I knelt beside her to figure out what she had done wrong, she didn't bother keeping her knees pressed together. I leave it to you to imagine the view I got. If I thought I'd had trouble concentrating before... whew! For my part, I didn't bother to hide the effect she was having on Zorba the Geek either. 

Em did let me kiss my way up the front of her thigh one time; she stroked the back of my neck while I was doing it. I expected her to spin the chair so that she was facing me and spread her legs when I got to the crucial area. But she stopped me from going any further the moment I reached the edge of her panties. And another time, when I got to my feet, Em bent her head and kissed the damp spot on my boxers where Z. had leaked. At the time I thought she was just playing with me, but later I reached the conclusion she was simply testing herself - and maybe me. 

So, now you know why I was ready to kill Dad when he told us that Aunt Rose was coming to stay! 

As soon as she had us all to herself, Aunt Rose started laying down the law: 

"You shouldn't spend so much time alone with Peter in his bedroom, Emily. Especially half undressed like that! He may be your brother, but he's still nearly a grown man!" 

"Peter! I don't want to see you wandering around the house in just your underwear. Go and put some proper clothes on!" 

"I don't know why you two want to spend so much time on that computer! You should go out for long walks and get more exercise!" 

"I hope you aren't using the Internet - there's lots of nasty people out there trying to make contact with kids like you!" 

Kids! I'm old enough to vote and Em isn't very far behind! 

In no time at all, Em and I were so prim and proper it was nauseating. Then we had prayers before and after our meals. No watching movies or programs on TV that had the slightest hint of nudity, sex, violence or bad language in them, which cut out just about everything. Even "Pride And Prejudice" on the public service channel caused much tutting and muttering from Auntsville about low-cut bodices and uplift bras. And, of course, no dates with Greg for Em! Not that that relationship appeared to be going anywhere anyway. 

By the middle of the week, The ex-Geek was just about climbing up the walls! On the Friday, Em broke. 

In fact it was at about 2 o'clock on Saturday morning that she sneaked into my bedroom, startling me awake in the process. "Shhhhhh!" she hissed fiercely, before I could say a word, and lifted up the duvet at the bottom of my bed and crawled in underneath. She had my boxers off and my rapidly hardening Man in her hand in a flash. And then... Oh My Lord! It felt like she swallowed the whole of my dick, all in one go! 

If nobody has ever given you head before, it is impossible to imagine the range and magnitude of the pleasure you can experience. So Em going down on me almost blew me off the planet! And she knew what she was doing! Right from the moment the wet warmth of her mouth surrounded my pulsing cock-head. Through her kissing and licking the entirety of my hammering shaft. Through her gently suckling each of my nuts in turn. And right up to the moment that her flickering tongue brought me soaring to the edge of a massive climax, I experienced an unbelievable series of wondrously sensuous feelings that left me bouncing and quivering on my mattress. 

Em raised me to an excruciating peak three times and then backed off until she felt I was ready to sustain another assault. The tension was heightened by our knowledge that Aunt Rose was asleep in the next room, with her bed head directly on the other side of the wall separating us. We could not make any sound above a whisper! On the fourth occasion, I just had to have release. My whole body jerked and shook uncontrollably. Em took me inside her mouth again and I felt the surge starting in my groin that signalled my imminent explosion. I ducked under the duvet with her and hissed, "Em! I'm going to cum!" She roiled her tongue against the sensitive underside of my glans in response and I erupted into her mouth in a series of massive jolting spasms. Em swallowed every spurting drop of sperm. 

My awesome sister gently nursed on my shrivelling tool until it was completely soft and then, still cradling me in her soft palm, rested her cheek on my belly until my heaving breaths and racing heart subsided to more normal levels. I felt totally drained, but now it was Em's turn. 

Em had it all planned out. She straddled my face on her knees, supporting herself by holding on to the wooden frame of the bed head. Thank Christ I had put padding in behind it a year or two ago to stop it from banging against the wall and waking me up whenever I moved! And she was dressed for action - or rather undressed - with no panties on. 

I went straight for her centre in the same way as she had done with me. This was no time for delicate foreplay. God, she was wet! And her smell and taste were incredible! Whilst I tongued her, Em undulated her groin in a slow, erotic rhythm against my face, pressing against me so deliberately it seemed as though she wished to envelop my entire facial features with her pussy lips. There were even times when my nose was buried so deep in among her fragrant, slippery folds I found it difficult to breathe! And all the while Em performed her seductive dance, I caressed her warm thighs and buttocks and belly and marvelled at the subtle, rolling flex and release of her muscles beneath her soft, silken skin. 

When Em came, she could not suppress the hoarse, coughing moan that seemed to emanate from deep in her belly. The next thing we know there is a "Bang! Bang! Bang!" from the other side of the wall. My mind raced. Aunt Rose is awake! Shit! She'd better not decide to come to my room to see what's going on! 

Still in the midst of her orgasm, Em scrambled under the duvet and clung to me whilst the convulsions within her body ran their course. Luckily, the duvet provided enough sound damping to muffle her soft whimpering cries, or Aunt Rose would have been into my room in a flash! 

I joined Em under the covers. Wow! The scent of female sex was intoxicating! We wrapped ourselves around each other in the dark, humid smells and just cuddled for a while. I whispered to her that what she did to me was the most awesome thing I had ever experienced in my life up 'til now. 

Em kissed me. She was kind of tentative about it I thought; especially since she was sucking my dick only fifteen minutes before. Then I realised that kissing your brother seriously was scary new territory for her...and, in some odd way, extra intimate too...I guess that's why whores never kiss their clients. Let's face it, a dick is just a dick...a remote piece of meat that could be anybody's. And with the expertise Em went about it, she had blown a few before tonight! 

Maybe, in her mind, it wasn't even me she was blowing...was it Greg perhaps? Then, a minute or so later, she shot that theory down by thanking me for thanking her - it seems I must be the first guy who has ever showed her any appreciation. I guess that that's a very non-Cool Guy thing to do! My sister then did a very strange thing: she licked my lips and chin - just as though she wanted to know what pussy tastes like on another person. 

After a few more minutes of quiet cuddling, Em started trailing her fingernails lightly, teasingly around and over my belly. By the time she finally relented and touched Z., he was as hard as a rock again. "Oooh good!" she breathed happily, and slid down my body to take him in her mouth again. It seemed impossible, but this time was even more intense than the first! And when she finally allowed my to shoot my load down her throat it felt like my balls were going to burst with the effort. 

On her return to my level, Em kissed me again, sticking her tongue into my mouth and depositing a wad of my sperm onto my tongue. "Seeing as you're my brother, it's only right you should know what it tastes like," she murmured. It wasn't too bad; a bit salty, a bit yeasty but nothing about it to make my gut heave. And - more geek research - a good food source as well. Em stroked my chest with the flat of her palm, "I suppose you want to know how I got to be so good at doing that?" she asked. 

It seemed obvious to me, but I whispered back, "Only if you really want to tell me." 

"Oh! Well most guys ask, it seems to turn them on..." 

"Only if you really want to tell me." 

Em was silent for a few moments, then let out one of her 'I've come to a big decision' sighs, "Don't be angry with me, Pete... "Do you remember your birthday a couple of years ago?" 

"The one where nobody came?" 

How did I get that so wrong?

"Yes, that's the one... Well, it was a kind or party, but not a big one..." 

"'Cos I don't have many friends..." 

"Ummmm. Well, do you remember that Joey and I 'went missing' for a while? And you went apeshit afterwards asking us where we'd been?" 

"You said you'd been walking in the garden and talking." 

"Well, we hadn't. I'd been crazy for Joey for ages but he never seemed to take any notice of me - I was only his buddy's kid sister, I guess. Anyway, at your party I sneaked one of the beers Dad left for you guys and it made me kind of woozy. Not drunk, but not in control; if you know what I mean?" 

"I think so." 

"So, anyway, I caught up with Joey out in the hallway when he was coming out of the bathroom and I sort of threw myself at him... told him I loved him and all that stuff. Next thing I knew we were in my bedroom and kissing, and he'd got his hands up under my top and my breasts out of my bra, rubbing them and pinching my nipples." 

"The bastard!" 

"Before long, he had my jeans undone and his hand in my pants and was pushing his fingers between my legs. I was as scared as hell and I asked him to stop, but at the same time, I didn't want him to. He told me he loved me too, which made it all right, and I let him push his finger up inside me. It felt so nice I wanted to touch him, so I put my hand on his front and felt his erection through his pants. Joey kind of laughed and muttered something under his breath about me 'begging for it' and put his hands on my shoulders and made me get down to my knees. And then got his dick out of his pants and told me to suck it. I told him "No!" at first, but he said that if I really loved him I'd be happy to do it. So I did. And he made me swallow when he came. I hated it, but I still 'loved' him and I wanted him to really love me." 

I knew that Joey was a bit of an arrogant prick at times, but to treat Em like that! His best buddy's sister! It kind of showed how much regard he had for me too! My instant reaction was that Joey was going to get a knuckle sandwich next time I saw him, but then The ex-Geek took over: "Come on man! Joey's six inches taller than you and he outweighs you by 40 pounds! He plays central defender on our college soccer team, which makes him quite a hard man. You'll get pulped!" 

Em cut off further thoughts by carrying on whispering, "So, Joey was my first and I did it lot's more times with him. I tried all kinds of ways to make it better, to please him so that he would stay in love with me, because I still loved him. Then he dropped me... we really weren't an item in his mind; I was just a handy bit of fun. So I started going out with other guys, but I found that they all wanted the same thing and I got even more practice. All of them just 'used' me and gave me nothing in return... Oh, a couple of them sort of patted me on the head and said how good at it I was! But that's all. But, you're different, Pete, and I wanted you to know." 

I asked her: "If they were such shitheads, why did you go out with them?" But I forgot to whisper and Aunt Rose started banging on the wall again. 

"Oh damn! I'd better go!" Em hissed. "We don't want her to catch us... tomorrow night?" 

Z. stirred in anticipation, "Okay!" I whispered back, and gave her a hug. And then Em left. 

But 'tomorrow night' was not to happen. As soon as Aunt Rose saw me in the morning, she had a 'go' at me: "You kept me awake half the night with your tossing and turning, Peter! And then you started snoring and I had to bang on the wall to stop you. It was the last straw when you started talking in your sleep! Do that again tonight, my boy, and I'll come in and throw some water over you!" 

So, Em and I are going to have to wait for a week or so. Aunt Rose goes home on Monday, but Mom and Dad's shifts won't be right until a few days after that.



Em & Me Ch. 4



I am going more than just a tad stir crazy! My sister Emily! You know she was as frustrated as I was while Aunt Rose was here, but the day Rose left everything seemed go as flat as a stale bottle of Coke. I guess it didn't help that Mom was around. But then, Mom and Dad's bedroom was up at the other end of the house. There was no way she would know that Em was visiting me! But when I got Em to one side and suggested it would be a good idea to, 'Carry on getting to know each other,' she fetched me a slap on the side of my head and snarled something like, "In your dreams, Bozo!" And that after her coming to my room the Friday before and virtually painting my face with her pussy! 

Then, what do you know, as soon as we had the house to ourselves Em brought one of her school buddies to stay for a couple of nights...Jolene...a vivacious blonde...all legs and tits and red pouty lips...leader of the school cheerleader team. Jolene was way out of Geek territory, except in my dreams. So the salami got a good workout while my imagination ran riot over having both gorgeous chicks in bed with me and licking me all over at the same time as I was trying to taste every inch of them! 

Then after Jolene it was Chrissie, then Marie, and Vivian, and Debbie, and Carla, and Jenna...aaaaaah, she was something else...and, and... It seemed like there was an endless stream of simply stunning young women coming to stay at my house and all of them strictly Cool Guy bait. Well, not quite all of them. Debbie was the odd one out. She was kind of short and square shouldered...nice boobs though. Em said she was good at tennis and racquetball, and that she played field hockey as well. Facially Debbie wasn't likely to cause mirrors to shatter in sympathy, but she couldn't be called good-looking either, just ordinary. She was simply the 'hanger-on' type compared to all the other nubile goddesses that floated around the place. 

And it didn't help me at all that Em trooped every one of these heavenly creatures into my room to trawl the Internet and, every time, to visit the horny stories on the Literotica site - I always took a look at where they had been after they left. Meanwhile the Geek sat on his bed and tried to ignore the beautiful, sexy bodies, the giggles, and 'ooooh's and aaaah's' stuff while he worked at his math and physics school assignments. But it was one hell of a distraction overhearing whispered comments like: 

"Yeeeeech! That's so gross!" 

And, "My God Em! Do people really do that kind of thing?" 

And, most intriguingly because I could not see or even guess what was on the screen, "Ummmm, have you ever done that with anyone...it's neat!" 

And, "Jeeesus! That's hot!" 

And, "Never! Nobody has one that size! But I do hear Brad Simms is...well, you know...generously built!" 

And, "Oh that's so disgusting! I could never do anything like that...could you?" 

Get the idea? And the Geek had to behave while they were there in his room or Emily would have killed him! 

Again, Debbie was the exception to the rule. She just sat silently staring at the screen with her back totally rigid - totally freaked out! 

Then just as suddenly as my own private Miss Universe parade started, it stopped - just as if someone had turned off the tap. In some ways, that was even more annoying than having all those groovy chicks around and not being able to get their attention! 

But then there was Em...

Dad was home; out in the garage working on the car. Normally I would have been down there with him...you know, father-son, male bonding stuff...but I had landed a small CAD/CAM contract that had to be done in a hurry. And seeing as there was a prospect of further work from the same source, I didn't want to screw up by completing the job late. 

I was all concentration on the computer screen and didn't even realise that Em was in the room until I caught her scent just before she kissed me on the back of my neck. Does your hair stand on end when somebody does that to you? With me, everything tingles, including Mr Z! I tried hard to sound Cool Guy casual, but my attempt at, "Hi, Em!" came out in its usual three-octaves-too-high Geek Squeak. 

She spun the chair round so that I was facing her. All thoughts of finishing that project were immediately forgotten when I saw my sister dressed in just a sweat top and panties for the first time in nearly a month. The vision of her smooth bare legs and the knowledge of what lived at their apex sent me into such an instant state of arousal that I sneezed violently, twice in succession. 

Em placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned forward so that her face was just inches from mine. Her breath smelled of peppermint as though she had just cleaned her teeth. "Oh Pete, I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to you this last couple of weeks," she murmured, "I've had lots of things going on in my mind. Can I make it up to you?" 

Her face was so close to me that my entire field of vision was taken up by the movements of Em's luscious kissing-full, pink lips. Thoughts that her offer to 'make it up' to me could soon entail their warm softness caressing the throbbing Mr Z and welcoming his hotness into the wet confines of her mouth almost sent me over the edge. All I could manage in reply was a strangled, high-pitched "Yes!" as she kissed me on the tip of my nose and then dropped to her knees and started to undo the zipper on my chinos. 

It can't have been more than ten seconds before I exploded into Em's mouth, but my pleasure spasms seemed to go on forever. When her lips finally let go of my dick, she had a small dribble of my fluids leaking from one corner of her mouth. She looked up at my face with a sexy-wicked smile and stuck out the tip of her tongue to capture it. That simple action triggered a wild frenzy in both of us and it seemed like it was only an instant later we were heaving and writhing on my bed with our mouths glued to each other's genital parts. Em came in a rush, screaming at the top of her lungs and almost ripping my T-shirt off my back with the intensity of her feelings. I remember thinking that Dad was bound to come running to find out what was going on, but he didn't. I found out later that, thank God, he'd taken the car out for a test drive and to pick up Mom from the hospital. 

It was only after we made each other cum ecstatically once more that Em and I paused for breath - and realised to our horror that my bedroom door was wide open! Jesus! Anyone walking past in the passageway would have had a clear view of what we were doing with each other! Just then, we heard Mom and Dad talking and laughing as they opened the door into the house from the garage. Our little tryst ended as rapidly as it began. Then I had to burn the midnight oil to finish that job! 

But, Em came to me the next evening, the next, and the next...until it all turned to custard last night. 

We had the house to ourselves; both Mom and Dad were working. I didn't think that Em would visit - recent past history of us being alone showed that this was a distinct possibility. In fact, I had the light out and was disappointedly trying to go to sleep when 'the penny dropped'...maybe Em was waiting for me to go to her? But you'd already thought of that one hadn't you? Yeah, okay, for a reasonably intelligent guy I can be super-dumb sometimes! 

Em's door was ajar and her room was completely dark inside. Maybe she was already asleep? I pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. Mr Z was sticking out so hard in front of me I could have used him to do the door! Em's room smelled quite unlike mine - girl perfumes and scents instead of hot electronics and sweaty socks. The realisation of how seldom I had been in there made me confused and I started to think that I had better leave. Then Em stirred under her bedcovers and said softly, "What took you so long, Pete? I thought you'd never get here!" 

Relief mixed with lust flooded through me and I made my way quickly to her bedside and slipped under the covers with her. Jesus! It was boiling in there! Em was radiating heat like a miniature furnace! 

"Pete! Don't be so impatient!" Em pushed my hand away from where I had immediately placed it between her legs. But not before I detected that she had no panties on under her nightie and that she was very, very wet! "Take it easy, we've got all night! Let's just hold each other for a little while?" 

Em flicked the tip of my nose with her tongue, "Besides, I thought you were going to be all stuffy and stay in your room...so I was sort of helping myself out and I want to calm down a bit before we..." 

"I don't mind if you want to finish," I told her. 

"Hah! You mean you want to watch!" 

"Can't see much with the light off!" 

"Oh, all right then..." She snapped the bedside lamp on, "go down and look if you have to. But no touching!" 

"But you really, really don't want me to...?" 

Without saying another word, Em lifted the covers and pushed my head underneath. A dirty trick I know, but my sister Emily is an exhibitionist! 

I worked my way down to see the show. Em already had her nightie pulled up to her waist. She looked delectable. Her pale body seemed to glow in the dim diffused light under the bedcovers. When I made my way past her flat belly, I blew playfully into her navel and was rewarded with a gentle slap on the back of my head and a further warning of: "No touching!" 

When I was finally in position, supporting myself on my elbow, Em opened her legs slightly to let me see her. This was the first time I had ever looked at her properly. A golden haired crown and slightly puffy, dark pink engorged lips from when she had been touching herself earlier, swooping down to the deeper cleft between her buttocks...she was so beautiful I felt tears spring to my eyes! And the smell of her! Tasteee! 

Em let me look for a long half minute, and then her hands crept into view. She separated her legs a little wider. With the fingers of her left hand she spread her pussy lips and pulled her hood up and back to expose the tiny, fiery red button that was her clitoris. Then she dipped the tip of her right index finger into her vagina to collect her moisture and brought it up to caress her seat of pleasure. 

She started slowly at first, languidly circling her clit with her fingertip, teasing herself, dipping down for more lubricant, sliding gently over the little bump, coaxing it to grow; to give her ecstasy. She parted her legs wider. Her hand was moving faster now, her fingertip barely touching that angry red dot. 

Em pulled her legs apart as far as they could go. She was fully open to my gaze...the variegated pink of her inner lips, her vaginal opening, the purple-pink wrinkled star of her anus...everything. Her hand was moving so fast that her fingers were just a blur. Her thighs were trembling. She flexed the muscles in her buttocks rhythmically, squeezing and releasing, lifting her pelvis in that primordial sexual motion we are all born knowing of. Her moisture slid from her in a tiny river, down the crevasse of her bottom cheeks to soak the sheet beneath. And she panted and groaned in time with her pelvic thrusts, louder and louder in total abandonment. This was effing extraordinary! 

Suddenly, Em's back arched and she let out a choking gasp. Her stomach and buttock muscles clenched so hard that I could detect their rigid lines beneath her pale flesh. Then with a piercing scream she closed herself away, jerking spasmodically under the crushing force of her pleasure waves. 

Hey, I don't care that the above verges on the poetic...watching Em bring herself off is the most drop-dead awesome thing this geek has ever seen in his life! 

I made my way out from under the covers, cuddled Em spoon fashion, with Mr Z, stiff as a flagpole, and still locked up in his boxers, pressed against the crack of her fanny. I was so on edge, Em would only have to push herself back against me down there a couple of times to precipitate blast off. Thankfully, she was too preoccupied with her orgasm to consider doing such a thing. 

Eventually, Em turned over to face me, "Was that good? Did you like it?" she breathed anxiously. "Nah! I was bored stupid...almost went to sleep...Oh shit, Em, you are so... unbelievable!" 

My sister looked incredibly pleased at my reaction, "Hmmmmm, that's good! 'Cos I enjoyed myself too. Knowing you were down there watching made everything that much more intense. I had the biggest cum I've ever given myself!" 

She traced the outline of my lips with her fingertips; I could smell her sex odour on them. I opened my mouth and captured their salty-honey taste with my tongue. Em giggled luxuriously, "You really like the taste of my pussy juices don't you?" 

I nodded my assent with a low growling; "Grrrrrr..." At which she delved her fingers down between her legs and returned, wet with her juices to paint my lips, again and again. 

"And do you like the taste of my cum?" I asked her. 

Her reply of: "Yes, but it really doesn't taste any different to anyone else's..." sent a flash of jealousy through me, but she won me over again by saying, "But knowing it is yours makes it very special." She thought for a few seconds, then she asked, "Pete, would you do it in front of me?" 

"You want to watch me jack off?" 

"Please...if it won't embarrass you too much." 

I lifted up the covers to usher Em down like she had with me. 

"No, not like that...can you kneel over me? I want to see it like that...you know, everything happening as it comes out of you." 

I shucked off my boxers as quickly as I could and Em positioned me kneeling astride her chest like she wanted me. My dick, with my fist working away at it, loomed right over her face. Jeeesus! I wished right them that I had one of those big eight-inch dicks you read about, so that she'd be extra impressed! 

I guess it was the unusual situation, but I found it very difficult to 'get there'. Oh, I was as hard as a rock all right and all the good sensations happened, but I just could not cum! That is, not until two things occurred in quick succession. First of all the accumulation of precum droplets that were emerging from my dick finally gave way to gravity and fell in a long glistening string onto Em's cheek. She didn't flinch. That was awesome! And then I realised, from the violent shaking of the bed under my knees and the sudden look of concentration in her eyes that Em was doing herself again, and she was very close to cumming! 

My climax hit me like a series of fierce electric shocks. I went to catch my jism in the palm of my free hand, but Em's hand appeared from nowhere and knocked mine out of the way. "No...!" she shouted, then made a coughing, moaning wail as my gushing flood splattered her face, the instant before her own orgasm roared through her. She fought to keep her eyes open and catch my later spurts in her mouth, but her spasms were far too intense. And, besides, my pearly streams were shooting everywhere. 

I read once that a guy only shoots about a teaspoonful of cum when he ejaculates. If that is the case, how come it takes such a lot of swallowing? And why does it look so much more in situations like this? 

My thighs were shaking so much I thought I was about to collapse and my heart was crashing in my chest like a mad thing. But Em made me stay astride her face and caught the final drops of sperm on her tongue while I milked my rapidly softening dick. I wiped my stuff from her face with my discarded boxers then laid down with her face to face. 

"Oooh Pete!" She smiled, "That was simply amazing, especially when you were close to cumming! The look of ecstasy on your face was a picture...and when your balls suddenly scrunched up in their sac I knew it really was about to happen!" 

"I'm sorry it went all over your face..." 

"Oh, that's okay, it was mostly my fault. I wanted so much to see the way your stuff came out and I didn't make proper plans of how to catch it. Then my own orgasm got in the way...you didn't mind...me asking you to do that I mean?" 

"It felt kind of strange at first, but after a while it was alright." 

She pulled my face close and kissed me deeply. We once had an English exchange student at college who used to say 'it's just like kissing your sister' when he was talking about flat, unemotional, unfeeling relationships. Stupid prick didn't know what he was talking about! 

So, what's all this about 'everything turning to custard'? I hear you thinking. Oh well, it happened like this... 

We lay there just looking at each other without talking for a few minutes, and then Em pinching and playing with my nipples. For some reason it made me feel quite 'odd', sending tingling feelings down my spine and into that area between my balls and my asshole, I didn't like it. I tried to make Em stop, but she kept on doing it and we got into a sort of play-fight that ended up with her sat astride my waist trying to hold my hands up above my head while she licked at my chest. I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy on my belly as she pushed her pelvis down to keep me from moving. 

All of a sudden, we stopped struggling and just stared at each other. We were both breathing heavily, not just from our fight but much more. Em got this peculiar, inward looking expression on her face, then started rubbing herself backwards and forwards over my belly. Just try and imagine the slippery, sliding wetness and the heat and the faint moist sounds, and Em's deep shaky panting as she got more and more excited. Jesus, it was erotic! And all the time we just stared into each other's eyes without saying a word. 

I grabbed her buttocks, squeezed them, and pushed her down harder on me. At the same time, I started pushing my belly up against her and matching her rhythm. Mr Z was hard again now, lying up on my lower abdomen, and every time Em slid back, his head pressed against her buttocks, sometimes into the crack of her ass cheeks. And all the time we just stared into each other's eyes. 

Em stopped her movements abruptly and straightened upright. In one swift movement she stripped off her nightdress and threw it to the floor. This was the first time she had ever let me see her totally naked. God, she was so beautiful! Even to a non-tit man her breasts were absolutely perfect! But, I didn't get a real chance to admire them, because, with a hoarse moan she lowered them to my face with a desperate cry of, "Oh Pete! Please kiss my nipples!" 

When I took her breasts in my hands and started kissing and licking at her teats, Em went totally berserk, thrashing her pussy on me and groaning and sobbing my name over and over again. To get her tits to my mouth Em had had to move down further on me and she and Mr Z were now in constant contact...but there was no way I could tell exactly where he was! 

Em started to cum. Her nipples were like fleshy pebbles in my mouth. Her arms were shaking with the effort of holding herself up. Her hair, damp with her sweat, was flying as she rolled her frantically head from side to side. And she was grunting and panting and muttering. And... 

I felt a sudden, liquid heat all over my shaft and an incredible sensation of 'oneness'. I thought at first that Em had released a burst of her fluids over me in the midst of her orgasm, but then I realised that I was inside her. My dick was inside my sister's pussy! And, still cumming like crazy, she was taking me deeper and deeper and deeper... 

I shot my load in an uncontrollable rush. It was as though I was emptying my soul into my Emily's womb! And then Em started screaming and pummelling my face and chest with her fists. Not screams of pleasure, but screams of mental pain, anguish, loathing and self-disgust: "Oh God, Pete! What have we done? What have we done? Oh God, Pete! What have we done?"



Em & Me Ch. 5



Life is one hell of a paradox. These last few weeks have simultaneously been the worst and the best in my life. The worst because I lost my sister, and the best, largely as a result of the bad part, because I finally grew up and found myself. 

Em finally stopped punching me out, you know all about that, and, with tears streaming down her face, ran off to the bathroom with her hand between her legs catching whatever was leaking out of her. I waited for her to come back to bed, but then I heard her taking a shower. She was in there for ages. After forty minutes, when Em still hadn't returned, I went looking for her. She was in the lounge with the TV set on, although she wasn't looking at it, sitting all scrunched up on the sofa with her face in her hands. She was still stark naked. 

I tried to take her in my arms to comfort her, but she pushed me away. I pleaded with her to come back to bed so that we could talk things through, but she told me to do something physically impossible to myself and leave her alone. And when she started to cry again, I realised that my presence right then was upsetting her even more. So, I told Em that I was there for her if she wanted me, any time, and that I would wait for her in my room. About an hour later, I heard her coming up the stairs, but she went straight to her bedroom without coming anywhere near me. I don't think I slept at all that night. And I have a suspicion that Em didn't either. 

The next few days were very difficult. Em was withdrawn and hardly said a word to anyone - not even Mom, and they were usually very close. Eventually, Mom asked me what was going on because Em refused to tell her the reason for her depression. All I could say was that I thought it was boy trouble. I could hardly tell her the real reason could I? Then, after about ten days Em started going out with a new guy, Troy, and seemed to be getting back to normal. But she still wouldn't have anything to do with me. Whenever we were due to be alone in the house, she always made sure that one of her buddies came to stay, usually Debbie, or made plans to stay away for the duration. 

As for Troy, I instinctively hated the bastard. He wasn't just a Cool Guy, he was a Super Cool Guy...about twenty-five, tall, blonde, handsome, socially skilled, athletic, blue eyes, all Nautica and Calvin Klein gear, drove a brand new blood red Pontiac Grand Am, wore Serengeti driving glasses. Even Mom wriggled and wet her pants when he called by to pick Em up for a date. Personally, I wished I could take a baseball bat to him! And what kind of a name is fucking Troy anyway? 

I tried to spread my wings a bit - actually asked Debbie to go out with me - but that wasn't exactly a roaring success. Dad let me have the car and I took her to a movie and to a restaurant afterwards. We got on quite well and she seemed just as interested as I was when I parked up down by the town lake. But as soon as things started warming up, Debbie grabbed hold of the wandering geek hand and held tight onto it. Shit, I didn't even make first base! 

So, while Em's life was coming back to normal, The Geek's was on a fast slide South. I took to taking long walks by myself, especially when Em was at home - especially when Em and her shithead Troy were at home - and spent long hours sitting on a promontory overlooking the lake and staring at the water. Most of the time I thought about Em; about how I felt about her and how I could win her round to being a friend again, if nothing more. I tried to understand how she must have been feeling. Sex for females is so much more deep and meaningful. With us guys, it is often simply 'external' sensation and then moving on. Was that my attitude towards Em? 

It must sound kind of stupid mooning over my sister, but she is an important part of my life - always has been, even before we started doing things we probably shouldn't have. Em treating me like a leper this way was tearing me apart! Jeepers I missed her! But, was this just because I could no longer have her? Or was it due to an underlying devotion that went beyond 'only' brotherly love? I wrestled these questions with the most. 

Two things helped keep me sane: one, I was getting plenty of CAD/CAM work; and, two, University beckoned - at the end of the summer I would be out of here! 

My spirits lifted for a short while when, after a whirlwind three weeks, Em suddenly stopped seeing Troy. I could find out no reason for the break-up, even after grovelling to Mom and promising to do all kinds of extra chores. It was over, because it was over. And that was that. Then the following Saturday it was hero to zero once more when Em started going out with Greg again. But that only lasted a week. And then things went from bad, bad, bad to worse, worse, worse, worse, because who suddenly turned up on our doorstep to take my sister out? One Bradley Walter Simms: 220 muscular pounds of school football hero...and allegedly half of that in his dick! 

But if I thought that was bad, things were about to get even worser! Yeah all right, I know there isn't any such word, but it sums up events about right.... 

It was on a Sunday afternoon after one of my long, long walks. I had really enjoyed tramping through the woods down by the lake and only came home because I had a contract drawing to finish that had to be e-mailed off before the morning. The weather was beautifully warm - one of those magic early-summer days before it gets too hot. I'd been out for several hours and I knew that Mom and Dad would both be at work when I got home. The house was still and quiet and I thought I was the only one there, but I was wrong. As I made my way to my room, I noticed that Em's bedroom door was slightly ajar. Don't ask me what made me glance in as I walked past - maybe there was a movement or a slight noise? Honestly, I have no idea. But I did look and was stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw. There were two figures lying on Em's bed, cuddled in spoons, facing away from me, and clearly asleep in post- coatis abandon. Two naked figures, half-covered by a sheet and in some ways a perfect picture...my sister Em and...oh Sweet Jesus, I couldn't believe what I was seeing...my sister Em and her best friend Debbie! 

Em and Brad Simms, or one of her other boyfriends, I could have handled! But Em and Debbie! This was too frigging much! I was just about to push the door wide open and storm in there to call them a couple of filthy perverts when Debbie turned her head and looked at me. The expression in her eyes nailed me to the spot: 'I am with my woman...mind your own effing business!' That unspoken message was full of triumph and, in the state of shock I was in, it seemed to be one full of pure evil as well. 

Debbie smiled at me pityingly. Then she turned back to my sister and nuzzled the back of her neck with her lips. At the same time, she began stroking Em's bare shoulder. Her hand moved lower on my sister's body, pushing the sheet down off them both, caressing Em's back and softly lower to her rounded buttocks, down and under, between her legs. 'She is totally mine now, Pete.' She was telling me. 'Stay and watch if you like and I will prove it to you!' 

I stayed. And was in for even more shocks. Em murmured throatily, "Again Debs? Already? Wow, you really are hungry today!" So, this wasn't the first time these two had been together! And no wonder I hadn't been able to make any progress with Debbie! Then, before I could speculate any more, Em shifted onto her back, spreading her legs wide, offering herself to her lover's desires. A pair of flesh-coloured panty hose blindfolded her and her hands were bound together with duct tape, which in turn was fastened to her bed head by what looked like a man's tie. Goddammit! It was one of mine! These two weren't just frigging queer; they were kinky with it! And one or both of them wanted to cock a snook at me as well! 

In spite of the crazy damned situation before me, the sight of Em's nude body took my breath away. God she was wonderful. I could fully understand Debbie wanting her even if I found the end result repulsive. Repulsive? Here I was, watching 'in the flesh' what most guys only ever get to dream about and I found it 'repulsive'? Hmmmm...maybe not quite the correct choice of word, because it had a kind of beauty to it too. 

I certainly felt repulsed! 

And Debbie? What was she like? Well, different...where Em was all over slender and a fair-skinned blonde, Debbie was dark, square, muscular...quite attractive in a strong, powerfully athletic way. She was obviously the 'man' in the duo - dominant, and in control. 

My sister's lover looked into my eyes again with a faint smile of derision on her lips. She guessed correctly that despite my shocked horror I was intensely aroused at seeing her and Em together like that. She got smoothly to her knees and positioned herself between Em's spread thighs. With her eyes still locked on mine, she began to caress my sister's spread-eagled body; her breasts; her flanks; her belly; the podgy, gold-haired rise of her pubic mound. And Em lifted, flexed and writhed to receive Debbie's touch, sighing and gasping her pleasure and her gratitude. 

Em arched her back, raising her breasts for them to be given more attention. Debbie had been in this territory before. She knew exactly what Em was begging for. Breaking her gaze from me, she lowered her mouth to my sister's right breast. She teased it, sucked gently at the nipple, nipped at it lightly with tightened lips, circled the aureole with her tongue. And Em lifted herself for more and groaned shakily, "Oh! God! Yes! That is sooooo beautiful!" 

Debbie transferred her attentions to Em's other breast, leaving the right nipple swollen and glistening with her saliva. Jesus, the memory of Em's breasts on my mouth flooded through me; and what happened afterwards! And Debbie knew that as well, sliding her hand swiftly down Em's belly and parting her pussy lips to slide one, two and then three fingers into Em's open, pink, juice-slippery vagina. 

She left Em's breasts alone and knelt upright again. She resumed her eye-lock with mine. With her free hand Debbie raised and spread Em's thighs so that I would be able to see every movement of her hand. The she looked down, taking my gaze with hers to watch her plunging fingers fuck my sister. And Em fucked her back, thrusting her pelvis up and open to match Debbie's driving rhythm. Em was close to cumming, I could tell. Her head was rolling from side to side, her legs and belly were trembling and her breathing was deep and hoarse, and ragged - all the signs I remembered from when we were together. 

Suddenly, Debbie pulled her fingers out of Em's snatch, making Em cry out sharply, "Oh! No!" They shone brightly in the afternoon sunlight, slimy with Em's vaginal lubricants. Debbie raised her fingers to her mouth with her eyes once more locked on mine, and lasciviously licked the gleaming juices from them. Meanwhile, Em continued her pelvic thrusting, begging Debbie to re-enter her and give her release. 

"Watch this!" Debbie mouthed. Then she reached down to Em's already gaping buttocks and spread them further...and, with a kind of corkscrewing motion, slid her middle finger deep into my sister's ass! 

Em howled, with pain I thought at first but then I realised it was with pleasure, and she came immediately. Debbie dove her mouth on Em's pussy, lashing at it furiously with her tongue. Em howled again and thrashed her legs trying to get away from the ecstatic torment. But Debbie kept Em impaled on both finger and tongue and took her to orgasm after orgasm until she collapsed like a sweaty rag doll, totally exhausted. 

When it was done, I was totally exhausted too. And, to my surprise, I was no longer erect. Not because I had cum in my pants, but because the strain on my emotions during this spectacle had completely pole-axed my libido. What I had witnessed had gone far beyond the erotic to an entirely different plane. 

Debbie let Em rest for a few minutes. Now she simply caressed her lovingly, tenderly. Then Debbie moved again positioning Em's face, resting on her cheek, high up on her inner thigh. Stroking my sister's hair, Debbie guided her face closer and closer to the curly thatch at the apex of her spread legs. And when Em finally started to lap dutifully at the dark fringed, swollen, purple-pink lips, Debbie looked at me triumphantly once more. And gave me the 'up yours' salute with the finger that had been so recently buried in my sister's ass. 

Somehow, and only God knows how I didn't make any mistakes, I managed to finish the work I had to do and then I got the hell out of that house. Em's bedroom door was firmly closed as I made my way back downstairs. For the first time in my life I went to a liquor store and bought a quart of bourbon and a six pack of beers. Then I made my way to my private lookout above the lake and drank myself stupid. Not being all that used to booze, it didn't take very much and utterly miserable and crying drunk I fell finally asleep. The liquor didn't stop me dreaming though - wild dreams of Em and Debbie, and for crissakes Brad Simms, the three of them naked and fornicating in all kinds of strange ways. And me pounding on the one-way mirror I was watching them through while I hollered vainly, over and over again, "For God's sake stop!" When I woke, it was well past midnight. Luckily, it was not cold, or raining to make life even more miserable, so I drank more whiskey, and then some more until I was again too drunk to feel the pain. I staggered around muttering stupid, obscene made- up rhymes, calling out my sister's name, weeping, banging into trees in the dark, and not knowing exactly where or who I was. I think I even pissed in my pants. I was goddamned lucky not to walk off the edge of the bluff! Eventually, I fell asleep again, huddled under a bush. 

Sunlight and the sound of speedboats on the lake woke me up. It was after 8.30am. I found my discarded bottle and drank the remaining two inches of bourbon in one pull, then made my miserable stinking way home. I smelled like shit. I felt like shit. I looked like shit. And Mom and Dad went completely berserk when I walked in the door - just as they were about to make a missing persons call to the local cops. Em was there too. She hadn't yet gone to school. Em looked on at the three of us yelling and screaming at each other with a puzzled look on her face, not quite sure of what was going down. I almost let the cat out of the bag over what I had walked in on the afternoon before, but something made me stop - that, after all, was Em's personal business, whatever I thought of her and Debbie. 

Things stayed kind of tense for the rest of the day, although I missed a good part of it - I stormed off to take a shower then collapsed on my bed until the early afternoon. When I got up it was just Dad and I in the house. Mom had gone to work and Em finally to school. Naturally, Dad still wanted to know what the hell was going on and we ended up shouting at each other again when I refused to tell him. I retreated to my room and shut the door. One thing about my family: a closed door means 'I need my space' and everyone respects that, even under circumstances like these. 

Dinner that evening was a silent affair with both my parents and I teetering on the edge of yet another explosion. Afterwards I went back to my room and stayed there for the rest of the evening. There was a soft 'tap, tap, tap' on the door once, which sounded like it could be Em, but I ignored it. 

At about three am I made my move. By daylight, I was 200 miles out of town, hitchhiking north-west in the direction of Oregon. I had my sleeping bag in my rucksack and Dad's old pup tent from the garage, plus a bunch of warm clothing. I needed to be on my own to sort my head out. I left them a note to say I was okay, and pointing them in the opposite direction in case they tried to follow me, along with instructions that, at almost nineteen years of age, I was quite capable of looking after myself for a while. I found a camping ground I liked up in the mountains and stayed there for ten days under canvas, getting my shit together. It was the last two weeks of the school year - no more studying or exams, just socialising and I couldn't have cared less about that. And seeing as most kids were still at school, I had the place almost to myself. I liked that. God bless them, Mom and Dad took me at my word and made no effort to find me. 

One thing about being a good draughtsman is an innate artistic sense - a feeling for space and line and style, even if you're exercising your talents on a computer. If the design you are formalising looks and feels 'good', the end product will be a good one. Two days into my stay in Oregon I bought an artist's pad and some crayons in the camp store. This part of my self-therapy became an obsession. I sketched insatiably - landscapes, rocks, trees, clouds, wildlife that revealed themselves in the quiet stillness of the woods, fellow campground dwellers, anything interesting that caught my eye. 

"My, young man, you've almost run us out of artists pads...we've had these ones for years and you're just about the only person ever to ask for them." I had glimpsed her in the back room of the store last time I was in here two days ago. Now I was seeing her face to face for the first time. When she handed me the change, her fingers touched mine for far longer than necessary. She stared into my face, her eyes pleading with me to stay a while and talk to her, "My name's Becky...Karl's wife. What do you call yourself?" 

She was a tiny person; even I looked down to her. She was thin, kind of worn down with wispy, dirty blonde hair and uncertain, faded green eyes...late thirties or early forties? It was impossible to divine her figure, dressed as she was in a loose, nondescript woollen shirt and baggy pants. Karl, the storeowner, was small as well, but bright eyed and inquisitive like a blackbird, and about fifty. So, my estimate of her age seemed safe. "Ummm...I'm Pete..." Her fingers were still pressed on mine. Remarkably warm and soft although they showed evidence of much hard work. "Umm, I'm here for a few days escaping the end of term stupidity at school..." 

"I've seen you in the store. And walking up in the woods...drawing pictures." 

"Do you draw?" 

"No! I've always wanted to but don't have any talent." Her fingers had now left mine, leaving a cold space behind. 

"I hadn't tried doing 'art stuff' until I came here. I think everyone has some ability...maybe not to Leonardo de Vinci level, but..." I took a chance, she was, after all, at least twenty years older than me and was likely to be amused by the idea of any form of friendship with someone so many years her junior. "Wander up later and I'll show you what I've taught myself. It might help you to get started..." 

Becky smiled. It transformed her face, making her look many years younger, "Why thank you, Peter, I may just do that when Karl gets back from Town. He's due home at about four. Will that be okay?" 

The change in Becky was remarkable. She had washed her hair and tied it up in a ponytail. A minimal amount of makeup deepened the colour of her eyes and put a faint blush on her cheeks. She was also wearing a pair of fitted jeans and a light sweater. With her slight build, as I watched her from a distance coming up the trail to my campsite, she looked like a young teenager. It was only when she got really close that the lines on her face from years of exposure to the mountain sun and weather became apparent. 

At first, we were clumsy with each other and Becky was kind of inept in the way she handled the crayons. But we soon became engrossed in teaching each other how we saw the world around us and trying to get it down on paper. Becky talked about her life; how she loved the mountains and the woods and streams, and the wildlife; and how she could never live in a city like I did. And as we shared the page and tried new things our hands touched and our shoulders pressed together. I could smell the fresh perfume of her hair shampoo as our heads leaned closer and closer until, suddenly, we were kissing. Hungry, wild, passionate kisses - drawing lessons and all reservations over the difference in our ages entirely ignored. 




Em & Me Ch. 5



Seemingly, without effort or awkwardness, we found ourselves naked in the dappled late afternoon sunlight, caressing each other, freely exploring new territory. Becky was indeed quite thin. The outline of her ribcage showed clearly through the skin of her chest and her hipbones protruded prominently, but her legs and buttocks were strong and finely muscled from all the high country walking she did. And she was as soft-skinned and smooth as any young woman was. Do women ever lose that magical feel? I suppose Becky found my geek body city-boy soft and podgy, but she didn't say so. 

She tried to apologise for the smallness of her breasts, but I assured her that they were lovely and proved it with my lips and tongue on her hard, erect nipples. That drove her completely crazy and, with surprising strength for one so small, she spread her legs wide and hauled me on top of her. In spite of the already wild gyrations of her pelvis, Mr Z found his way unerringly into the astounding, hot clasping liquidity of Becky's pussy. Of course I didn't last long - this was only my second time properly inside a woman's body - but I managed to stay hard long enough for Becky to reach her own lip-biting, moaning climax. 

Afterwards, when we lay trembling in each other's arms and wondering at what we had done, Becky again tried to apologise; this time for being a silly old woman and throwing herself at me. I told her not to be such an idiot and picking her up in my arms, I carried her to my tent, which was only a few yards away. She was so light! I zipped up the doorway and lay down with her on top of my sleeping bag. Hauling her tiny, warm body tightly to mine I told Becky that what we had just shared was one of the most amazing things of my life. 

She looked very relieved to hear me say that and then begged me to believe that this was the first time she'd ever strayed outside her marriage; "Even now I can't explain why now, after all these years, and why I picked you." 

Becky then told me that she and Karl had married when she was sixteen. "He is a devout Christian and believes strongly that sex is purely for procreation. So when I hadn't produced any children after five years we went to a physician, which led to a specialist telling us that there was something wrong with my plumbing and I would never be able to conceive naturally. Karl, with his beliefs wouldn't consider artificial insemination. But he is a good man. Many others would have dumped me for a 'better model', but Karl stuck by me and I love him for that. But, he lost interest in me physically. We haven't been together like you and I are now for over ten years." 

We made love again. This time it was long and slow, and miraculously, I stayed with her all the way. Thereafter, every day for the rest of my stay, Becky came to meet me. We tramped high in the mountains, drew pictures of the world and each other and made love. She showed me how; the positions; what pleasured her, and how wonderfully she could pleasure me. And when the time came for me to leave, she hushed my promises to write to her and return one day soon, saying, "Oh, my darling Peter, you have intoxicated me these last few days and I shall treasure the memories for the rest of my life. But, when you get back to your real world and go on to university, I will just fade into the past. A happy memory, but nothing more...just think of me from time to time and remember the beautiful feelings we gave each other." 

"Will you stay with Karl?" 

"Of course! I love him for what he is, but I love the mountains and the forests even more...much more now because of you. I shall be able to revisit the places we have been and remember that, here Peter and I did this...and here Peter and I did that. And with my fingers I shall recall how you made me soar like a bird." 

Thus, The Geek became a man - harder, fitter, more self-reliant, and more confident of his place in the world. Do you know what? He no longer gave a shit about the Cool Guys. As far as he was concerned, they could all go screw themselves on the longest, stiffest status symbols they possessed. So maybe something good came out of all this after all. 

When I got home, Mom and Dad made no comment and asked no questions. And, as for me and my sister Emily? Well, we were a little bit less guarded around each other, but it appeared as though there was a gulf between us that would take forever to close. 

I felt Em's presence before I heard or even scented her. I just knew she was there, some thirty yards back of me, behind a tree, watching. I ignored her and carried on sketching. If Em wanted to come closer, she would. After a long fifteen minutes she came and sat down beside me, but not too close, with her chin resting on her bent knees. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she was wearing a short skirt, one that I had never seen before. And from the way she was sitting, I had a clear view of the full, delicious sweep of the backs of her thighs and, at their junction, the pristine white slash of her panties. My heart beat faster. I was not completely over my sister yet. 

I had to be strong. I carried on sketching. 

We sat in silence for half an hour or more. Em was the first to speak: "You have no idea how many times I've followed you up here. And every time I lost courage and went away again. I almost did again today." 

I said nothing, but my crayon was now immobile in my hand. I stared at the landscape I was trying to capture and examined my feelings. Did I want this? Would it really take us anywhere? Should I tell Em to go away and leave me alone? In the end I decided, no, I wanted to hear her out. 

"Debbie told me what she did to you. It was unforgivable." 

I said nothing. 

"Pete," Em made an involuntary movement towards me. The bare flesh of her upper arm pressed briefly against mine. When she moved away, again I could still feel her. Em burned through me like a super-heated flame. "Pete, I don't expect you to understand..." 

"That's just as well. I have tried, but I don't think I ever will." No more high-pitched Geek Squeak. I had matured a thousand years in the last three months. 

"Okay, but can I at least try to explain? Then maybe you will understand some of it..." 

I interrupted her: "Before you do, I want you to know that I am sorry for what happened between us...no, let's be more accurate...I regret the last 30 to 60 seconds. All the time up until then it was, well, 'exploring'...making out...heavy petting. There didn't seem to be much harm in it." 

"I felt the same way, Pete, and what we did was just as much my fault as it was yours. At the end of the day, it was me that made 'us' happen. I wanted it...and that night I was at the peak of my cycle. Oh, Pete, I wanted you so much I ignored the fact I was a fertile time bomb. Afterwards, I was just so damned scared...I had no protection." 

That piece of news smashed through me like a hammer blow. I turned to face Em for the first time, "Jesus! Why didn't you say something when I came downstairs? But are you alright...?" 

"Yes, but I have the feeling that we were very lucky. When my next period didn't arrive on time, I feared the worst. Not only had I probably gotten pregnant the first time I ever had intercourse, but it was with my brother..." 

"Oh Em! Why didn't you tell me?" 

"It could have been a false alarm. Besides, I had a bleeding three weeks after my period was supposed to happen. It was very heavy and there was no prior warning. It only lasted just over a day. I think I may have had a miscarriage...it's a more common occurrence with first-time pregnancies than most people realise according to a women's magazine I read once." 

"How do you feel about that?" 

"Relieved, of course, but a little bit sad at the same time. It wouldn't really have been a baby then, but..." 

"And was I truly your first?" 

"Yes, Pete, believe it or not you were. I know it wouldn't have seemed like it. When you've been using tampons for nearly seven years like I have you are only a virgin in your heart. And I was pretty 'well lubricated' at the time." 

"You can say that again!" My body still remembered the feeling of entering her. I reached and touched the back of Em's hand, "And I do believe you." 

Em smiled, "Thank you, but I expect you realise that now you are not the only one? There have been others since." 

"Yes, I have that figured out...and them I do understand..." 

"But, you cannot understand me and Debbie?" 

"That's right." 

"For what it's worth, I finished with Debbie the second after she told me about that afternoon...to see us like that must have been devastating for you." 

"It was, but why did you do it Em?" 

"It's all very complicated...I suppose it all started to come to a head with the stories on the Literotica site. Up until then, like lots of girls, I was curious about what sex would be like with another girl. When I was eleven and twelve I'd had my crushes on beautiful teachers and senior students at school, in the same way many of my friends did. And my feelings towards them were intensely sexual, although I didn't fully recognise it at the time. Then I read the stories on Literotica. Some of them were so beautiful I really began to seriously consider trying a relationship, especially after the way guys were treating me..." 

"You told me all about that before..." 

"And you will remember, Pete, you were the only different one. You made me feel so wonderful! Not just sexually, but as a person too. But, in a roundabout way, that led to me and Debbie..." 

I started to protest that Em couldn't lay the blame for her and Debbie on me, but she asked me to hear her out. 

"After you and I had sex, properly, I wasn't just worried about being pregnant. I was very concerned about the fact that I only got deep pleasure with when I was with you. Up until then I had avoided it, but now I thought that maybe I needed to have 'proper' sex with other guys. So I threw myself at Troy and when that didn't work, I tried Greg again. And when that bombed, big-time, I went to bed with Brad...by the way, he is no bigger down there than you or anyone else. But, that didn't work either. I'm not saying that I got absolutely no feelings of enjoyment when I was making love with them, it was just nothing like it was when I was with you. That scared me." 

Em finally turned and looked at me. "I was very frightened that there was something wrong with me...in my head. It should be the other way round, shouldn't it? You know, non-sexual feelings towards your brother and total attraction to the virile, potential fathers of your children?" 

I nodded, "You are probably right." 

"Anyway, one time when Debbie was sleeping over I confided in her...about only being able to make it with one guy and how I couldn't orgasm when I was having intercourse with other men. I didn't tell her who the 'one guy' was right then; I wasn't that stupid. But, I'm afraid I got a bit emotional and started to cry. Debbie got out of her bed and climbed in with me. At first, she just cuddled me, it felt so warm and nice, but then she started to kiss me and touch my breasts. All my past wondering about sex with another girl suddenly washed over me. I still wasn't absolutely sure if I should, but I let her continue. And then I started to feel the same things with her as I felt with you. It was so beautiful. Oh, my...Debbie knew what to do to turn me on...believe me, she really knew what to do! Before I realised how far we had gone, Debbie was going down on me and I was cumming and cumming! And I'm afraid that in my delirium I called out your name. 

"Knowing that you were 'the one guy' gave Debbie an kind of power over me and she used it. Mom and Dad would have come to terms with me being in a girl-girl relationship very quickly...after all, they are from the hippie generation. But sex between you and me would have completely blown them away. Debbie 'blackmailed' me into becoming her 'toy'; something she could play with for hours on end in the knowledge that I would lap it up and keep on coming back for more. It was almost like I was on drugs. I used to masturbate for her too. She loved to watch me and get herself off at the same time. The only time I was unwilling about was when she got me to use a huge, fat dildo...that was awful. Oh, and she used vibrators on me as well; they gave me such massive orgasms!" 

I noticed that Em was calling her Debbie and not 'Debs' as she had on that Sunday afternoon. I took this as a very significant indicator that their relationship was indeed over. "Did you make love to her?" I asked. 

"Yes, I did it to her...I felt that I had to give her something in return. But, I didn't really like doing it. It wasn't as though making oral love to her or fucking her with my fingers made me want to throw up...I just didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would; or should if I really was a lesbian. But the things Debbie did to me...oh Pete, at times she had me flying to the moon!" 

"Yeah right!" I felt my temper rising, "I saw some of those things she did to you!" 

"Oh that...it freaked me out the first time Debbie tied me up. And the first time she put her finger in...in my ass. But it made me cum so powerfully I soon started to look forward to her doing it. Also, I really got off on her putting a vibrator in there, but when Debbie wanted to use the dildo I was strong and wouldn't allow it." 

"So..." 

"So, when Debbie betrayed me by humiliating you, I finally came to my senses and broke it off." 

"Will you look for another girl?" 

"Like I said, I loved most of the things that Debbie did to me, but I wouldn't rush to do it to her or other girl again. That doesn't mean to say I won't ever, but I don't think I'm a lesbian...I love the 'man' smell and feel and taste too much. I just want to be made love to properly by someone who understands my needs and appreciates how wonderful they can make me feel." 

We fell silent and both sat staring at the lake. After what seemed like an age, Em asked, "What are you thinking about Pete?" 

I sighed, "Oh, about you and Debbie - I think I understand now. And I was thinking about you and other guys." 

"Anything else?" 

I felt my face redden slightly. Stay in control Peter! "Yeah, well, about us...you and me...and how nice it has been to have you hear and to talk to you again after so long." Only a small untruth - I had been speculating on much more. 

"Would you like me to leave now? I've distracted you from your sketching for long enough." 

"No, please stay." 

I felt the happy warmth of Em's smile without having to look at her. 

"Pete," she eventually murmured, "there's just one more thing I have to confess to you." 

Oh God, what now? I thought, but said nothing. 

"I've been very naughty...I went into your room the other day to use the computer and I found your drawings. They are very good... especially the ones of me." 

I had done some head and shoulders sketches of Em while I was hiding away in Oregon. They were from memory, idealised and not all that accurate; and I said so. 

"I thought they were brilliant...Pete, who was the woman?" 

"Becky, the camp owner's wife." 

"She looks so serene and happy in your drawings." 

I didn't feel like telling Em about Becky and me right now...maybe one day perhaps; "She was a lovely person to be with...she really cared for the mountains and the forests...people who live in that environment all the time get a 'look' about them." 

"Did she really take all her clothes off like that?" 

Aaaaah, Em had also found the nude studies. I nodded. 

"Would you like me to 'sit' for you...like she did?" 

"Do you really want to sit for me is more like it." 

"Oh yes, Pete, I do...I really do. Tell me, do many other people come up here?" 

"You are the first person I have seen in a long while." 

Em looked all around where we were sitting, "What's the betting that a whole troop of boy scouts will appear in the next fifteen minutes?" 

Epilogue

My eyes caress her wonderful body with admiration and desire. I sketch the parts of her: a breast; a shoulder; her hands; a bent knee; her eyes; the full curve of a buttock; her foot; the tender sweep of her neck; an ear; her lips, and on the same page, her vulva. I am not yet ready to complete the whole, but I know in my heart that soon, very soon my sister and I are going to feel that miraculous oneness again. 

And when that happens it will be magical...and just between Em and Me.