26 comments/ 157127 views/ 16 favorites Jimmy and Peggy By: oldfartI The author would like to acknowledge and thank Literotica member, Angel Love, for her assistance in previewing and editing this story. Angel Love, the story reads easily and without stumbling blocks because of your input. Thank you...oldfartI. Jimmy and Peggy Chapter 1 Peggy is a year older than I am. We have always been unusually close for a brother and sister. We each had our own space to grow up in; but, we also seemed to share space where other siblings might not. She had girl friends that played "house", "dolls" and "tea" with her; I always had my gang for baseball, "cowboys and Indians" or "cops and robbers." When the day was done and supper was over we would bathe together then spend the evening, reading, playing board games, watching TV or just talking. We had our own lives but most importantly we had each other. Neither of us fully knew how unique that resource was for us, it was just there, it was just natural. My buddies with sisters always seemed to be disgusted with them..."girls drool". My sister had girl friends with brothers who told her..."all boys have cooties." Peggy and I talked about this and decided that our friends just had the wrong brothers and sisters. I told her I thought she was cool and I loved her. She told me she would rather have me for a brother than have a sister like any of her friends. We knew we were satisfied to be related and we frequently discussed this. Never, when we talked, did we think we were dwelling on the subject, we just touched bases whenever our friends told us about the miseries they suffered from their opposite sex siblings. We grew up sharing so much. Looking back on it, I find it incredible. Together, we explored the miracle of Santa Claus, the mystery of the Easter Bunny; we trusted in the Tooth Fairy and were fine with our belief that we would always be kids. Life for us was so easy and normal, we were like all our friends, except, we were satisfied with each other. There were two worlds in our lives, the one we lived in and the one everyone else had to live in. In our world we looked out for each other, if Peggy got a treat she would share it with me, if I got a reward it had to include Peggy. We just looked out for each other. Our typical Saturday day would start when the first of us to get up would wake the other so we could watch cartoons together. Peggy never wanted me to miss "road runner" and I never wanted her to miss "my little ponies". It just worked. Peggy and I tried very hard so neither of us missed our favorite cartoons. We both watched what the other wanted to see and there was never an argument over what we watched. There was never a conflict that I remember. Our typical Sunday would start after we had dressed for church and we would stand inspection for each other. Peggy could fold my shirt collar down and I would be thankful she cared what I looked like. If Mother did the same thing, somehow I took it like I wasn't able to dress myself, if Peggy did it, and then Peggy just loved me. The only dressing mistake Peggy would make would be to get her dress on crooked in back. Usually she'd just ask me to straighten her seam before I'd even see that it was crooked. We never understood why we had separate Sunday School classes because we'd have the same lesson and come home with almost identical material. I liked most of the service, except for the sermons, I never got the impression the preacher was talking to me or about anything that was important to me. Anyways, If we did not get into some small trouble during the sermon, we'd go out to eat for dinner. Still, 30 minutes of sermon is a lot longer then 30 minutes of road runner. Sunday dinners were earned! Our typical week day would start by waiting for the school bus in the morning, me making sure she had her homework, she making sure I had my lunch bag. There were no other kids at our stop so we would just talk and wait for the bus. One day I told her I was thinking about going out for t-ball and she asked if I made a team could she start a cheerleading squad. We made plans for it until the bus arrived. Since she was a grade above me, we rarely saw each other at school, even our lunch period was 30 minutes apart. My daily world was a mystery to her and hers was even more of mystery to me because I had no idea about classes she was taking, yet she had passed mine last year. When the final bell sounded, we would meet outside the school's front door and download all of our day's events to each other. On the bus ride home, we would sit together as often as we would sit apart with our friends. For us there was never a need to be together, only the opportunity to, and we certainly never had a need to avoid each other. Twice we had to visit the principle with our parents when we had gotten into fights with bus-bullies who taunted us whenever we did sit together. Peggy beat the snot out of Peter when he called me a sissy for sitting with her. This inspired me so much that when Susie began poking Peggy for being such a tomboy-freak sitting with her brother...I hit her in the nose. I'd never been in an honest fight and did not even imagine that I could break a nose. I did. One unfortunate, effective, lucky punch and Peggy was not being teased! Boy, was that a mistake. Apparently there was a difference between boys and girls. Girls who defend their brothers are revered; but, boys go to hell for hitting girls. I got my butt tanned for hitting Susie. l was grounded from everything, no radio, no TV, no baseball, no peanut butter sandwiches, no nothing. My dad was furious; my mother was ready to disown me. What in the hell had I done? When Peggy defended me it was like she was a heroine. When I hit Susie, I had somehow fucked up! This was the first time I knew there was a big difference between boys and girls. The day I hit Susie, I was confused and when bath time came, I was finally able to talk with Peggy. She told me she didn't understand it either and she was sorry I got into a fight because of her. She never wanted to talk to Susie again. She was proud of me and was happy I was her brother. I told her I had only done what she had already done for me. I was confused but not ashamed. The rationale for the gravity of this offense escaped me yet it left a big impression on my young mind. Life went on like this until I was 8, if I remember right. It was a typical day in our childish world which had a long lasting impact on both of us. On that day when it was bath time, another misfortune in life suddenly decided to visit me. While in the shower, I got my first real persistent erection. I have no idea what brought it on, for my body, it was just time. It surprised both of us. Peggy was used to my morning woodies; but, this erection did not die quickly and that amused her. Peggy grabbed it like she had a new toy. She had no desire to do anything with it other than be amused. It was really weird! I remember being surprised at how good it felt when she held me but I had no idea why and I had no desire for her to do anything more. I had no desire to relieve it and I certainly did not know how I could. Peggy started laughing and we did a wet "ring-around-the rosie" under the spray of the shower. We giggled and danced in the shower making all the noise we thought was appropriate. Mom came into the bathroom to see what the noise was about and found Peggy with a firm grasp on my erection. We were dancing in circles around each other. Peggy had a firm grip and I was not protesting. Mom's fury came straight out of nowhere! I should have died that day. I don't know what was worse, the beatings my ass got that night or the screams I heard from Peggy when it was her time for whipping. Life changed a lot for us, immediately. Peggy got a ride to school the next day, I did not. I waited for the bus, alone. Peggy was picked up after school, I waited for the bus. When it came time to bathe, I was told to take a shower, Peggy was told to "wash the dishes" When I came down to dry the dishes, Peggy had to go bathe . This became a routine, I told Peggy I was sorry that I had given her a new chore, she told me she was sorry for whatever she had done to bring this upon both of us. I remember the days that followed gave me a long list of "no's and "...don't ever again..." , Peggy got the same. When we compared notes we were as confused as ever. Neither of us understood what the fuss was about. Because of that night we had new routines; but, nothing else between us changed. When our separate baths were over, she and I would do homework, play board games, watch TV and talk. Our new list of "do's and don'ts" gave us little insight into the reasons for their being. We were confused; but, she still loved me and I still loved her. All we knew was that if we did not bathe together, we would probably survive. I didn't get to play t-ball but I did make coach pitch the next year. We were still being separated and Peggy was not allowed to form a cheerleading squad; she was only allowed to see my games if Dad or Mom was there. When ever she saw a game of mine and I did well, I could hear her screaming, "That's my Brother!" She seemed to be into the games more than I was. I played for fun and the soda pop which was always shared with our opponents after the game (I made sure Peggy got some too.) Peggy came to the games to claim me, her Brother, as the best player in the world! She had a prospective of my sport which I enjoyed but did not quite understand. She was enrolled into a dance school and a tumbling club but I was never allowed to watch her practice. I did get to see her dance recital with Mom and Dad. I thought she was good, I didn't know anything about dancing; but, Peggy was graceful and moved as if she was floating. She got your attention whenever she moved, the other girls did also; but, not the same way. Peggy's moves made sense. When Peggy moved it was like she was moving in air, moving in air amidst robots. I think I felt as much amazement for Peggy's accomplishments as I felt embarrassment for the girls who stumbled and staggered around her. I told Peggy that I thought it was beautiful to see her dance but I didn't understand why the other girls had to be there too. Peggy just kissed me and blushed. It was two years before we ever talked about my erection, again. Peggy asked if I still got them. I told her "yes" and they seemed to keep lasting longer. She asked if they hurt, and I told her "no, why?" She told me she thought something was wrong with her breasts, there were knots under her nipples that hurt sometimes. She asked me if this happened to me? "No." "Should I tell Dad or Mom?" Somehow I sensed that this might be something she should only talk to Mom about. But, if I was wrong, she should be prepared to get her ass whipped. I warned her that this sounded like an erection thing. She talked to Mom. As mom explained it to her, and as Peggy later tried to later tell me, her body was changing! She said that she had gotten a big hug from Mom and was assured that Dad would love her even more than he did before. Damn, this was confusing. How could this be happening? Peggy is doing something special that I should take notice of. She was growing up; but, I wasn't. Peggy told me I was growing up, too. She could see it (it was happening to me!) I wasn't so sure. Mom had told Peggy a 'readers digest' version of what my erections were for and Peggy gave me what information she'd gotten: but, she never gave me any great comprehension. I had no reason to doubt Peggy but I really didn't believe the story either. Looking back, I guess I was noticing girls more, in ways that I did not understand; but, somehow, that never related to Peggy. Peggy said it was why we had gotten into trouble in that last shower. Now, that made a whole lot of sense! Parents never do a good job teaching sex. You learn about sex from gossip, wild stories, bragging and such. What little you do get from parents is not very believable. I think if you're not raised on a farm where sex is a necessary fact of life (or tool) to keep livestock going, the whole sex thing is difficult to believe, especially if it applies to people. People wouldn't and don't need to do that, right? Peggy continued to grow and change. Actually, so did I. Both of us just took all this for granted. At a time when boys and girls are supposed to discover each other, neither of us tried to. Peggy's reason for avoiding boys was that she didn't want to get them into the same trouble that she had gotten me into. Boys should be avoided. Also, she found out that she was not pretty, some one dropped the "ugly" bomb on her before she had had time to explore what assets she had or didn't have. When she was informed that she was ugly, she took it for truth and decided not to hope for being a model, movie star, or for that matter, to ever find Prince Charming. I never knew what anguish this caused her, she covered it well. Peggy quit dreaming and focused on her current life and did little imagining what her future could be like. About the time I began to take an interest in girls and began to suspect that the stories about sex and girls might be true, I could only remember that if what I had done with Peggy was so bad, anything I did with other girls could only compare to me breaking Susie's nose. Girls were an attractive mystery to be avoided. I had convinced myself "Seek not, want not, suffer not", girls were best left alone. The fact Peggy was not pretty, was truth which only came from others. To me Peggy was neither pretty nor ugly. She had eyes that would melt my soul whenever she looked at me. They were somewhat close together but they had always been that way. I could only see her love for me in her eyes when I looked at her, better yet, when she looked at me. She had a nose that had a tremendous profile but was a bit wide at her nostrils when you looked at her from the front. Her teeth were straight, her lips were "pouty" and her mouth was very wide for her face. Her face was narrow which made her mouth and ears seem bigger than they really were. Her hair was fantastic, dropping down her back so far that she had to sweep it aside whenever she sat down. I remember family snapshots of Peggy, some of the pictures made her seem so pretty and others made her seem so "just run of the mill". Peggy was not perfect but she certainly was not repulsive. She felt repulsive. Peggy felt more repulsive than I knew. The rest of her growing body never drew complaints from anyone. By the time she was a sophomore in high school, her breasts grew to be more than adequate for the reasons woman have breasts. Her hips promised easy childbirths. She had a gap between her legs that made it interesting to watch when she walked in front of you. She had a gait that made it look like she was stepping on clouds. There was not an ounce of fat on her that did not enhance her figure. Peggy's physical attributes were really very nice, they just did not overcome the awkward appearance her face gave her. Every thing about Peggy was interesting; but, when you put it all together...you had Peggy. Somehow, life continued for the two of us. We were still as close to each other as ever. Our lives were simply asexual, at home and outside. We endured high school with little social activity that was not defined by family or church functions. We both endured onslaughts of our raging hormones because of two facts: Peggy was "ugly" and I knew better than to do anything with any girl that I could not do with Peggy. We talked about everything and we intimately knew what each other was facing and feeling. I felt sorry for Peggy because she was not "beautiful", she felt sorry for me because I was afraid of girls. We both learned about sex because we talked openly with each other as our bodies developed. We both checked out each others observations, and our own, at the public library. We both discovered that most of what we learned about sex from our friends did not stand scientific scrutiny. We, also, learned that almost everything we had heard from our parents was incomplete and did not hold water either. Chapter 2 Peggy went away to college my high school senior year. I was so happy for her and so proud of her. Everything was fine with me until the day after she left. I never foresaw the loneliness her not being home would bring to me. When I fully realized she was gone, when I realized her room was empty, when I realized there would be no more talking after showers; I was devastated. It was two weeks before she called home. My folks talked with her about classes, money, how she was living. When all the parental obligations were finished, I reached for the phone and my Mom hung it up and said, "Peggy said to say she loves you!" God, I wanted to hear that from her...not Mom. Two more weeks went by before I got another second hand message, "Peggy misses you". Damn, why couldn't I hear that for myself. Why couldn't I talk with her. Something was wrong! I wrote Peggy and told her how disappointed I was that I had not heard her voice in a month. I accused her of finding a romance that made her forget her brother. I got my letter from Peggy. She assured me that Mom and Dad had not let us talk because they could not balance what we needed against their phone bill. She said she missed me and, "No, there was no romance for an ugly girl." There was no "after the shower" talking, which she missed. She wrote that she missed being able to close the day with me, talking, reading, whatever. She needed it. I wanted it! I never knew it was so important for either of us: but, if she missed it as much as me, then it was important. I wrote her back...when would she be home? She wrote she would be home for Thanksgiving. "Would you like to visit me before then?" She was living in a dorm which had guest rooms for visiting family so there could be a place for me to stay if we would schedule it. We agreed on a day when there was nothing special going on (no Homecoming week, no "parent's week", etc.) In fact we found two such week ends and decided to apply for both. I had enough money that I could afford 4 or 5 bus trips to her college, if room was free. She wrote back that we were scheduled for both days and then she would be home for Thanksgiving, Christmas then Spring break, after that we could work on the next semester. One evening when Mom and Dad were out, Peggy called and I got to talk with her. I asked Peggy if she was dating. "No, I don't really have time for that. And besides, no one has asked me out." She asked me "Are you dating?" I replied "No." "Why not?" "Sis, I don't know." She wanted to know if anyone attracted me. "Yeah, some do. But, none enough to get into trouble over." "Has any girl tried to entice you to ask her out?" I replied, "Yeah, right, like I attract all the girls who want their noses broken!" "Hey lighten up, Jimmy, that was the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me." "Break Susie's nose?" "She deserved it." On a better note, she told me that the room was secured, "It's ours if you get here." "Oh, Peggy, I will so be there." Later, there were several phone calls which I did not get to talk with Peggy; but, I did get second hand messages..."Remember, our date is still on!" The first time I got to go to Peggy's school, we actually lost the room. While I was en-route, we got bumped. I had no room. A philanthropist for the school wanted a room and got mine. I had a mountaineer's tent in my backpack for the overnight trip to Peggy's college. It could offer defense against any elements of nature for two people. Did Peggy want to spend her week end with me in a tent? "No, but if that is all you can offer me, I accept." Damn, it was good to see her. Her school was on the edge of town so we were able to find a place close to school which gave us nearly total seclusion. It was close enough to her dorm that 10 minutes of walking could get us a shower, a meal or even TV. We went for it. Our campsite was secluded, private and close enough to needed facilities so we didn't have to fetch or store water. We could pee in the woods, walk to the dorm to sit down if we needed. We should have had a room but that was the least of our worries now. We had each other and we could survive. Jimmy and Peggy We ate supper in the cafeteria and walked to our tent. The evening was quite spectacular, as the sun set. Pinks and purples filled the sky! It was quite an evening's display. We got to the tent and, just sat on the ground watching at the sky close the day. Peggy told me many things about her classes, what she was learning, how her classes made her want things from life she never wanted before. She told me that we had lived our lives only to prepare us for getting to college. "College was where life began!" There was so much out there for the both of us we just never knew. All this talk confused me. Up to now, my life had just been getting by on a daily basis. Peggy saw so much more. Peggy also wanted more. She was thinking about boys. She said she wondered if she'd make a good mother, could she be better than Mom. Did I ever think about being a Father? Something was pushing Peggy. She kept thinking and wondering about things that I never did. I could understand her wanting a boyfriend, but she was thinking past that. Yeah, I was curious about girls and often wished I had a friend to explore but I never thought about marriage. The truth was, Peggy wanted something beyond the limits an "ugly girl" could expect. The truth was, I was too mortified to push the envelope and risk another Susie. As the day died, we lay near the front of the tent leaning against a huge oak tree. We were so content to be with each other, again. We snuggled up against each other and drifted off to near slumber. My left arm was around Peggy's neck and draped across her chest. She was so close to me I could smell the shampoo she used, many hours ago. The sunset blended into night and we could see stars in the velvet sky. Pin points of a reality in the sky we had never dreamed of. The stars became brighter and increasingly more significant in the vision we were witnessing together. Absentmindedly, I pulled my arm up until my hand was resting on Peggy's left breast. Damn! It was soft. It was firm. It felt good. I lingered there until I realized what I was feeling. It was my first feel of a real breast and I wasn't even trying to feel. She made no sound and I tried to move my hand away from her so she might think I didn't know what I had touched. Just as I thought I had retreated safely, she grabbed my hand and replaced it over her breast. "Jimmy that felt nice!" Her hand held mine tightly to her and I could not believe what was happening. Her breast felt very good. The fact she wanted me to feel it, made it feel even better. It was all an accident but she wanted my hand to stay where it was. I didn't mean to; but, my fingers found a nipple! She said nothing as I explored the dynamic arousal she was showing. I played and tried to remove my hand. She clamped down on me. "Sis, I didn't mean to...are you sure it's ok?" She replied "It's OK, as long as you don't stop!" I had never felt a breast before and did not know what liberties I should take. All I knew was Peggy did not mind that I had a firm grip on her and I did not want to let go! She did not want me to let go because of something I could not understand. I almost missed that fact completely. She did not want me to let go because of her physical needs and I thought she was just letting me feel. "Peggy, this is awesome! I've never felt a breast before. I didn't mean to grab you. You feel wonderful, thank you...I mean for letting me feel." She replied, "You talk too much!" "Jimmy, no one has ever touched me there. When I touch myself, like when bathing, it never feels like that. This is good! I never expected to feel this. I mean, I was surprised and I, ugh, I don't know what I mean...it just felt good and I want you to keep touching me there." I told her, "You feel wonderful! Peggy, you feel beautiful." Peggy sat up straight and glared at me, "I feel beautiful? You know I'm ugly, how could you think I feel beautiful?" "Peggy you've never been ugly to me." "Yeah, right, like you'd want to date someone who looks like me? You dream of a girl who looks like me and you want to date her, right? You just..." "Peggy, shut up! You know I don't dream of girls. I can't get into trouble like I did with Susie." She settled down and in a quiet voice said, "Jimmy that really did feel nice." She grasped both of my hands and placed them on her breasts. I squeezed her tentatively and she sighed and lay down slowly so that I could follow her body with out losing contact. When she was prone, on her back, I lay my head on her stomach and kept a slight but groping pressure on her breasts. Slowly I began to play with them, rub one breast and tweak the nipple on the other. "Jimmy this feels so good. How do you know how to do this?" "Sis, I don't know...it just feels right, I want to, and since you want me to, it just seems like something I should do. It seems like I must. I wish I could...I mean... can I feel your skin? Please,...something makes me want to... I'll owe you one if you'll let me...I mean I..." "Jimmy, shut up...you talk too much." She pulled her shirt up over her head exposing her bra covered tits. Then she unclasped her bra and pulled it from her body. What I saw by star light and moon light was unbelievable. She exposed herself to me with out so much of an "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours". She was topless and what I saw, I had never seen before. She did not have breasts when she had grabbed my erection in the shower...this was different. She looked different, she looked good, and she looked very, very nice! "Peggy you must never think of yourself as ugly! This is incredible, you're beautiful, Peggy! I like what I see. I like it very, very, very much. You're pretty to me!" "You're kidding me! I just wanted you to feel my skin because you wanted to and you already think this is pretty?" "Sis, I will remember this for the rest of my life." I reached up to cover both tits with my hands and felt the warmth coming from them. Peggy pressed her breasts into my hands and I slowly began to message her. "They never felt like this, Jimmy. Don't stop, oh please don't stop." I played with unexplored territory until an urge made me want something in my mouth. I inched up her body until my mouth was close to her right nipple. I kissed the rise of her breast to just under her nipple. She seemed OK with this, so I inched up higher. I was tugging on her left nipple when my mouth lay a quarter of an inch from her right breast. Then, I latched on. Peggy gasped as my mouth found her. I filled my mouth and began to suck. Ever so slightly at first, then I began to suck harder and harder. Peggy began to moan. She shoved her chest up into me which made sucking more difficult. I backed off and kept sucking, she shoved her chest higher and I backed off more. I opened my mouth as big as I could and filled my mouth with tit. Damn she was making this difficult yet I knew she was making this memorable. In my sexual stupor, not knowing what else to do, I suggested that we get in the tent and go to sleep. She agreed and said she wanted more from me before I returned home. We were in my sleeping bag when it hit me that she had actually wanted me to play with her breasts! Damn, Sis, where did that come from? I held her close to me, cupping her left breast. We drifted off to sleep with my hand firmly attached to her. In the early morning I got up to outside and pee. As I was climbing back into the sleeping bag, Peggy woke up and asked me to take her outside. She had to pee, also. Back outside I helped her out of the tent and to her feet. There was little chance of being seen but we went behind the tent and she dropped her panties down around her ankles and squatted down. I suggested she take her panties off so she wouldn't pee on them. She agreed, stood up and , stepped out and handed them to me. As she squatted down and was peeing, there was enough light from the campus, stars, and moon that I could see that Peggy was as bare as the last time I had seen her in the shower. I had a lot of hair down there and expected her to have the same. In the tent I asked Peggy when she started shaving her pussy. She said "I haven't, I don't have much hair down there to keep me warm." I asked her if I could look at her. "You want to look at my pussy?" "If you don't mind me looking." "I guess it's OK." I had a mini-mag flashlight and proceeded to visually explore between her legs. She was right, there was some hair but not much at all. I remembered her slit from years ago but what I saw now visually confused me. I reached out with my fore finger and touched something I didn't remember, "what's this Peggy?", even though I knew from library work that it must have been her clit. It was bigger than my little finger but I did not remember it being there before. She jumped back as if I had hurt her. But, she was giggling and said, "That's my clit." I told her, "I'm sorry if I hurt you, I didn't mean to." Peggy told me there was no pain at all, she was just ticklish! She said I could touch it again. So I touched it and she squirmed. Her clit was kind of hard but mostly soft and warm. She seemed to be uncomfortable when I touched it so I quit. She asked me if she could touch me. I said "Yeah, OK." She fumbled trying to get her hands into my shorts, so I took them off. My dick was limp and lay over my thigh when she first grabbed it. I was not expecting it to feel like it did. I remembered the shower. She squeezed it a bit and it began to swell. She squeezed it again and it began to grow quickly. "Damn, Peggy that feels so good. I can't believe this, hold it tight!" She did. Soon it was as big as I had ever experienced and I could feel my heart beat not only in my temples but I could feel it in the head of my dick. I felt faint and Peggy began to use both hands to explore my erection. One hand found my balls which, she fondled with curiosity, she weighed them, she swung them, and she dropped them and picked them up again. I could not believe the sensations I was feeling as she played with my balls. She had a death grip on my dick which was beginning to hurt from its engorgement and the restriction of her grip. "Peggy that felt good but it's starting to hurt, now." She said she was sorry and did not want to hurt me. She was very interested in my body and wanted to see more of it in the morning. My hands on her body did not hurt so if I wanted to touch her any time, I could. We drifted off to sleep in a spooning position, with my hand cupping a breast, her hand reaching back cupping my balls. Damn sleep never felt so good. When I woke up I knew I had an erection. Peggy's hot breath on my dick was obvious. When I looked down I could see her mouth was less then three inches away from the head of my dick! Her eyes were riveted on my glans as she softly held my balls with one hand while the other grasped me so softly all I could feel was warmth. The forefinger of the hand around my dick was slowly touching my slit and lifting, stretching pre-cum about 1-2 inches before it collapsed. Over and over she played, quietly and slowly, as if she wanted every mental "photo" she could get to help her remember this moment forever. I did not stir. Seeing her explore and enjoy me was unbelievable. I didn't have any idea a girl would ever be this interested in me. I never thought Peggy would be interested me. I was her brother! It felt good to have her play with me and I did not want her to stop. My erection began to intensify and Peggy adjusted her grasp so as to not wake me. More pre-cum oozed out of my slit and Peggy began to smear it over my dick head. Damn I was not expecting that. She got into a rhythm of stretch then smear, stretch then smear. Just as I was about to have to reveal that I was awake she did a smear and stretch and stuck her finger in her mouth. Her eyes opened wide and I shut mine quickly, because it looked like she was jolted out of her reverie and would discover I was awake. For several long seconds nothing happened, then a smear and a pause, a smear and a pause, a smear and I opened my eyes and saw she was licking her finger between every smear. Suddenly she simply lowered her head so she could lick the slickness from my dick head. As soon as her tongue made contact it became too much, both visually and physically. I jolted, half-upright, my eyes big and we made eye contact. "Jimmy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I was trying to be careful and not hurt you. You tasted so good I just got carried away. Oh, Jimmy I'm so sorry!" I could not get enough air! The resolution to what I was feeling was unknown to me so I sat there in dumb confusion. Before I could even think of anything to say I could see tears welling up in Peggy's eyes. There was so much sorrow but so much more love that it finally forced me to speak. "Peggy, it felt good, it didn't hurt! I've been watching you for several minutes and I am thrilled with what you were doing. You can explore and play with me any time you want. It just felt so intense when you licked me, I could not pretend to be asleep. It, felt so good my body jerked. I don't want you to stop. Please...please, want to play with me some more,,,please?" "Oh, Jimmy. I want to. I want you to play with me, too." We sat there for a few moments just looking at each other as if we'd never seen each other before. Peggy began to giggle "Jimmy we've both thought we've hurt each other, when the opposite was true. You touched my clit and I jerked...I licked your dick and you jerked. If we did not hurt each other, we must tell each other what we are feeling. I think our bodies are sending each other wrong messages. We're afraid of hurting each other just when we have both discovered something exciting and new. Jimmy, I don't have a boyfriend to practice on. Can I explore you, please?" I told her that maybe we should teach our bodies to send the right messages to each other, if we trusted each other. Peggy agreed! I couldn't believe she meant what she said. I asked, "Do you want me to keep playing with your breasts and pussy?" "Only, if you want me to play with your balls and dick." A sly smile on her face let me know that we had just discovered something new which required mutual participation to be really good. She wanted something from me and I wanted to learn more about her. I wanted to learn more about her...with her. "So, you promise, I really didn't hurt you?" "No Sis, I mean yes, I mean it didn't...I mean it felt good, too good!" "Then after breakfast we can continue?" "Only, if you want to, Peggy. Only, if you want to." After breakfast, we seemed to be in no rush. We visited her classrooms and labs. We walked around the campus, Peggy showing me all the important places in her new life. The Auditorium, the Concert Hall, the library, the Administration Building the "Pinning Pool", We saw it all, with a quiet understanding that when we got back to the tent neither of us would need or want any place on campus to grow in. The "Pinning Pool" was a water fall pool where frat boys would place their frat pins on the lapels of the girls they had convinced to be their "steady" lays. Peggy told me what the pool meant to the students and what its social significance was. As long as each found benefit from this social and sexual pseudo-marriage, pinning was socially acceptable. The pinned girl got the security of a continuous social life, the boy got tons of sexual doubt removed, if the girl took his pin. This "buddy fuck" contract was a big thing on campus. I could see the advantages of such an arrangement, definite insurance against lonely weekends. We stood at the pinning pool and watched the reflection of the Administration Building dance in the surface of the pool. I found the ritual to be exciting but then began to think of how life was for the average student. What did the poor schmucks who weren't in fraternities do? What did un-pinned girls do? Then I realized that there was no convenience contract for them, they'd just have to find some one to love, someone who would love them back. The contrast between what was truly gained by convenience vs. establishing a deeper relationship began to make pinning seem not so desirable. Suddenly, I could not even think of making such an offer to anyone. Peggy was showing me this place because there was something she wanted from me that she did not know how to ask for. What I saw of this place was as exciting as it was repulsive. Under the right circumstances even Susie and I could make a deal here! Damn, I wanted to break her nose again! My confused mind could only let me blurt out "Peggy, I don't own you, I don't want to. Let's go see a movie." "This doesn't interest you? Jimmy, every girl wants to be pinned and this place doesn't interest you?" "Sis, I don't want to own anyone just because I have a trinket to give them. For you it might be a badge but for me, it's a trinket. I will never give you a trinket!" "What would you give me, then?" "Peggy, I'll give you anything I've got, I've nothing you don't already have." Peggy was silent as we walked to the theater. Then suddenly, "I wonder what it would be like if I wasn't your sister?" I told her that if that she was not my sister ..."I'd give you a trinket and pin you!" Silence fell on us for several blocks as we both mulled over what I had said. Hopes raised and fell in Peggy's face as she replayed what she had heard. She wanted something and I was still having a hard time giving it to her. The movie was good, it gave us a time to deflate and unwind. We talked about the movie as we walked back to the tent. Arm in arm we made our way, no hurry, just trying to prolong the moments we had with each other. We undressed and slipped into the sleeping bag. "Jimmy, I need something from you." "What Sis?" "I don't know. Something that tells everyone what we mean to each other." I kissed her and began to pay special attention to her neck, she seemed to enjoy that. Under her jaw on the right side, I kissed and sucked. I knew she'd have a mark. Would she accept it as a badge? Peggy had a hickie that looked painful. What had I done? I told Peggy I thought I'd injured her and she asked why, how? I showed her in my shaving mirror and she thought it was cool. I was a bit ashamed. She loved it. I told her that if she really liked it, she could tell every one her brother gave it to her, or she could say she had fallen into something. She told me she didn't fall into anything, she had a badge! I was very careful not to leave her any more badges as she let me explore her body! What ever pleasures I gave her that night were returned many-fold. Peggy had an interest in exploring our limits as much as I did. What ever I wanted to do to her was allowed. Whatever she wanted to do with me I enjoyed. Our night in the tent was extraordinary. The next day was time for me to return home. Peggy told me we had a room for my next visit. Since we had been bumped for this visit, we could not be bumped again. I had such fun in the tent I almost wished we could be bumped again. The weeks that followed our camping experience were lonely. Twice she called home and was not given a chance to talk with me. Twice I died many deaths until I got her mail. Her letters calmed me down, but I was feeling like it was always good news from yesterday. Yesterday's news was comforting but it always left a time gap between what I really needed to know today; but, that was all time allowed. Two weeks I did not get to talk with her when she called. The third week she called and told my father to "...put Jimmy on, or hang up...". Dad had a confused look on his face when he handed me the phone. "...don't waste time, Son...these calls cost money!' Jimmy and Peggy Peggy told me "...the room is an officially confirmed for our next visit and can't be bumped..." She couldn't wait for the next three weeks. She had worn my badge with honor for ten days, then it healed. Her girlfriends were very interested in it and began to tell her that in spite of their bragging, they had nothing to show for their adventures that Peggy could not top. Some of her friends thought a brother's hickie was gross but how did she get it? Other friends told her that she was lucky to have loving attention so close to home. Peggy was happy, she did not want a pin anymore, she had worn a badge! Then she talked with Mom and Dad. Time happened, as usual, and Peggy met me at the bus stop. Having the room was like living in a hotel! Breakfast was in the cafeteria or just a phone call away to be delivered to our room. We had a bathroom just feet away for whatever need, Swimming was 5 minutes away, Wine was a 10 minute walk, but most importantly, Peggy was always so very, very close. Friday night was full of bewildering yet satisfying indulgences. Food, entertainment, wine and most importantly, Peggy's company, it all made for a spectacular visit. In our giddy mood of consumption and freedom, the first evening came too quickly to a close. We decided to go to bed. I had visions of learning more about her body. I wanted to taste her and feel her, I wanted to explore her clit, remembering the surprise of finding it last visit. Neither of us dressed for bed when we emerged from the shower, we dried off and just dove under the covers. I held her close to me and was eager to continue our mutual explorations I was trying to decide what to do next as we lay belly to belly with her on top. Peggy began to inch up and kissed me under my chin, such an innocent and lovely thing to do. Just as I was expecting to kiss her back she changed everything. With an abrupt movement, she pushed down hard. She had impaled herself on my cock. I was buried to the hilt! "Jimmy, ugly girls don't need to die virgins! I don't need any more badges. I now have what I needed, I'm not a virgin." The act was so sudden and so unexpected that I can't say I really felt any thing. I was shocked. Better choice of words, I was surprised beyond belief. "Jimmy, were not virgins any more." "No, Peggy, I don't think we are. Are you OK?" "Yeah, you feel bigger than I expected...it doesn't hurt much; but, its kind of uncomfortable, just lay still...I wasn't expecting that." "Should I get out of you?" "No, damn it! Just let me relax and adjust....don't move, OK?" I thought I knew what she was feeling. Though, she had buried me into her with one swift thrust it had been uncomfortable for me also. She was a bit dry. I had felt no thrill, just a shocking surprise at the penetration when I felt her rough warmth. I had sufficient erection to penetrate her but there was no anticipation, no expectation and little or no lubrication. I did not expect that. Peggy began to loosen up and lubricate. Heat and wetness feels good? I needed to move and did not know why, I pulled out a few inches and quickly thrust back in and was buried back into my sister, the act was, oh, so pleasurable. But now as I felt her pussy relax a bit I could feel her heat, she protested "Damn it, Jimmy don't pull out, yet! Let me relax." "OK. Are you OK?" "Yeah, but I told you not to move." "You feel hot and wet, Peggy." "You feel hot too, you're bigger than I expected...just warn me when you need to move, OK?" We lay there and both knew that we had crossed a line when neither of us had the preparation of urges which push couples into the position we were in. Peggy felt a satisfaction of not being a virgin any more which was something she had, apparently, been very apprehensive about. I knew I was not a virgin anymore but I had not planned or expected it to happen this way. What would come next? What did I want to come next? Hell, I didn't know. All I knew was that I was buried in Peggy and she did not want me out. It felt too good to protest and it felt too good to need to understand! Still this seemed to satisfy something Peggy needed and I was determined that she got what she needed. She began to feel hotter and hotter. She began to feel wetter and wetter. We were at that point where it felt like she was pushing me out. I could feel her pussy contract as though it needed to squeeze me out. Damn, it felt so good as was she pushing me out...but; I couldn't leave just yet! I had to thrust up into her and stay a little longer. Every time she pushed me out, I thrust to get back in and she would moan and mumble things. "Ugh, uhm, oh, so nice, so nice Jimmy. Just stay in me, please! Just stay a little longer. Jimmy, I need this!" Her needs became my mission in life. This went on for some time. Suddenly, Peggy began pulling back and before I could protest, she would thrust back onto me. As she did this I began to feel a need to reciprocate. Being in her was so nice and her motions ignited something in me that needed it to continue. I responded the same way and soon we had a rhythm with complimenting movements that had both of us in our own unexplored worlds of pleasure. I was feeling satisfied with my movements and the pleasure it was giving me when Peggy exhorted me "...keep doing that! Oh, don't stop! Keep doing that! Jimmy, I need this! Damn, don't stop....keep moving..." She bit down on my shoulder then froze, her body became rigid and she cried "What have you done to me?" Her legs clamped around my body and I felt like she was squeezing the breath out of me. She was as stiff as a board when my orgasm hit me. This surprised me so much I was not even aware that Peggy was feeling the same. I knew what was happening to me but I was not ready for it. Peggy began to loosen up and I could breathe, I really didn't care if I could breathe or not. If I died that moment it would be insignificant. "Peggy, are you OK?" "Yes. I'm more than OK. Are you OK?" "Yeh, Sis, I'm OK. We may have to do this again." Before I (we) drifted off to sleep I remember her saying "Shit, yes. We'll do this again! You just wait for tomorrow, you just wait!" I felt good that I had not hurt her but I was confused as to why this happened, I was very happy it did. I slept easily and she did too. I woke up in the morning before Peggy. I slipped off to the shower and was enjoying the heat of the water. My eyes were closed when, suddenly, I felt a hand on my cock. I never heard Peggy get in the shower with me so I was dumbfounded when she firmed her grip. She began to jump up and down around me dragging me by my limp dick. "Jimmy's not a virgin...Jimmy's not a virgin..." She led me in circles in the shower and the fear that Mom might walk in any second now petrified me. My mind finally cleared of panic as I realize that could not happen and finally, our original dance of discovery in the shower would finish without interruption. I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her close and held her tightly. I rubbed her back and reaching lower, rubbed both cheeks of her ass, she never let go of my dick which was now more of a stick than a rope. We both melted to the bottom of the shower until I was lying on my back and she was mostly on top of me. She never let go of my dick. I was as hard as I could ever remember being and her grip let me know that my dick no longer belonged to me...it was now hers. I played with her breasts and she encouraged me to continue. We kissed and felt each other up as if our hands were sex organs. We were both submitting to each other and it had all happened because she jumped my bones without any discussion or my consent. Consent was now a moot point. Consent was understood and established. "Peggy, you're the prettiest 'ugly' girl I've ever met. Just stay pretty for me, hell be ugly...I don't care and it doesn't matter anyways. Just always be here." "You're on Jimmy! I don't feel ugly anymore. I just need you to want me to be to be pretty in your eyes, OK." "More than OK, Sis. How about forever?" "I can handle that, I can live with it...can you?" "Forever!" "Agreed." "What should we do? Should we tell anyone...Mom...Dad?" "Never. Nothing! Never! I want to dance in the shower with your penis till I die and I don't want anyone to know anything about it. Just you and me, OK?" I nodded. She needed to hear 'Yes'. I fought to say 'Yes'. When I finally got 'Yes' out, she became even more aggressive. I don't remember much more of that shower except that water eventually gets cold. Cold water made Peggy's nipples stand up, which attracted me but it made my dick lay down, that was confusing! No wonder they throw cold water on dogs! It must be time for breakfast. We spent the day doing silly and unimportant things. We went to town and window shopped for stuff we did not want. We went to a park which had places that should have triggered sexual responses from us for each other; but, it did not. There was calm between us, and those places were just beautiful places we could share with no sexual tension attached to them. We made it through the day enjoying every thing we saw and visited. We held hands and never tried to use a place or scenic view as an excuse to fondle each other. We fondled each other on the way from place to place! The day was exquisitely sensual with out any need to react physically. This should have been confusing, but it wasn't. We spent the entire day in each others company, just enjoying the day. No tensions, no expectations, and each taking value in what we experienced. It was a very quiet day which we could not have experienced 24 hours ago. It was the last day of our innocent, confusion filled, childhood lives. The evening came and we climbed into bed, we held each other, we each mumbled terms of endearment and drifted off to sleep. I remember going to sleep with my hand covering the mound between her legs as she had a grip on my right butt cheek. I woke up early in the morning and our hands were still in place. I should have been aroused but I felt quiet and content and drifted off to sleep again. Later in the last part of the morning I woke up again feeling the weight of Peggy just staring at me. "Are you finally awake?" she asked me. "I've been awake a few times, I've been asleep a few times." Peggy was curious, "What woke you up? What put you to sleep?" "You did. You did, Peggy, you don't have any idea how nice it is to sleep next to you!" Peggy began to cry, not in sobs but quietly, her eyes were wet and dripping and she was unable to speak without choking. "Peggy, that must have been a wrong answer! I love you so much, let me try to give you another answer." She replied "If you do I'll kick you in the nuts. Just let me enjoy this. Just hold me then we'll go eat breakfast. OK?" Breakfast would come but we were late. We took another leisurely shower and by the time we ate there was no bacon left, Peggy had a muffin and I had a minimal amount of hash browns and eggs. Still neither of us really cared, we just took what food was available, and ate. Neither of us were disappointed, we just ate. Chapter 3 "Peggy, I go home today. We've had our last visit. I don't know what to say." "Jimmy, I'll be home for Thanksgiving, I'll be home for Christmas through New Years, and I'll be home for Spring Break. Some time during these visits you had better think of something to say!" I think that was the first time I had ever heard a woman. Women always want you to say something you want to say even though you don't know what or how to say it. "Peggy, by spring break I should know where I will go for college. How can we continue this when I'll go somewhere, to God knows where? We have three visits from you left. We only have three! Damn, Peggy, I already feel so alone." Peggy asked me, "Why do you have to go to 'God knows where'?" "What do you mean, Peggy?" "Jimmy, I have an idea. If you came here to school we could be together. If you can keep your cool when I come home and if we can convince Mom and Dad that we don't want to live together, then I think we might be able to get them to force us to live together in an apartment." "Peggy, you're dreaming! They know we're closer together than any other brothers and sisters we know. Mom and Dad know this, why would they want to push us closer together?" "Yes, I know. What if you wanted to stay in a dorm to be with the guys, what if you wanted to join a fraternity, what if you wanted your own apartment so you could have privacy. My dorm fees cost Mom and Dad more than an apartment does. What if I wanted to stay in the dorm with the other girls, join a sorority or get my own apartment? Do you know what that will cost them, you and me both? What if they thought that getting us a two bedroom apartment could save them money and that you would always be there to protect me?" "Peggy, do you really think we could pull it off?" "Yes I do. The cost of keeping us in dorms instead of a shared apartment will make too much sense for them but they can't know we want this. Just don't act like you want to be with me. Maybe drop the hint that if you had an apartment alone you could bring girls home, if you shared an apartment with me you couldn't do that...then, they'll think that I wouldn't be able to bring boys home either...they'll be sold. Drop a hint about a shared apartment but act like you would really like a dorm room, a fraternity or an apartment by yourself." "Peggy, I'm ready to come here for school. Every time I thought about school before, I never thought of choosing one just to be with you. This makes so much more sense then any catalogue features from the other schools. Hell, a degree is a degree but only one school I know of offers Peggy-101! When I get home I'm going to start planting seeds in their minds about the cost of a fraternity, out of state. If we can just get it into their minds that if I came here and shared an apartment with you they'd save a bundle." "Just be cool, Jimmy. They can't suspect we want this. Do you remember the story about Brier Rabbit, Brier Fox and the briar patch? 'Please, oh please don't throw me in that thar briar patch!'" We laughed and celebrated like it was a done deal. That day, and evening, were ones of premature celebration, but we could not help it. The plan was too good! For the first time in my life I had motivation to plan for something. Peggy was right, we had both lived just to prepare us for college. Later, I had been successful in planting the ideas into Mom and Dad's minds about me attending Peggy's college. Conversations about my lodging at school became frequent and many possibilities were invented by my parents. Finally they thought of us sharing a two bedroom apartment to cut costs. I overplayed my "objection" to that, with Dad, I told him that if Peggy was in an apartment with me I couldn't bring any girls home. Damn, out of left field, this made sense to Dad. I never thought he'd be sympathetic or even tolerate this "desire" of mine. He said I had a good point and the apartment was not going to happen. I could not get it into his mind that a shared apartment also meant that Peggy couldn't have boys at her place. It became obvious to me that sales was not a promising career for me. I had just screwed up the perfect plan. Peggy was devastated with the news; but kept telling me the game was not over. I had not done anything wrong, we just didn't see Dad being so insistent in protecting my ability to score. Obviously the briar patch attack didn't seem promising. We spent Peggy's Thanksgiving visit with the usual family traditions and joys but with the very cloudy overhead that I was going to get an apartment alone. This was not what we wanted but it was better than two dorm rooms, Peggy could always come and visit (and I would see she had a key of her own!) The last few days before she returned to school, Peggy began acting like she was sick each morning. Being sick was a lousy way to spend the last few days before our next visit at Christmas. Peggy got everyone's sympathy for her morning discomfort. She got a lot of attention which she seemed to take a special delight in. A week later she called home. She insisted on talking to me first. She told me she was pregnant and that was why she was so sick Thanksgiving. I was dumb struck. Peggy was pregnant and we were not going to live together. Life can sure go downhill, quickly. The only thing good about that phone call was that she said she loved me and told me not to worry, everything would be OK. My mind was reeling. I had swapped virginity for parenthood and didn't get a real vote in either. I couldn't fault Peggy, I didn't blame myself, I just couldn't believe how screwed up life could become, so quickly. Peggy talked with Mom and Dad next. They quickly understood why I looked like I'd seen a ghost! The shit hit the fan. This was one phone call I did not want to hear things first hand but I did hear almost every word of the conversation. Topics ranged from A to Z and then Peggy's story became clear. Before Thanksgiving she had gone to a frat party with a girlfriend and had been given a date rape pill. She doesn't remember anything and has no idea who the father is. She only put things together, after the fact, when her friend told her the guys had bragged about using the drug and how they had enjoyed every girl several times. Peggy had no one to bring charges against, she was pregnant and she was no longer a virgin. Mom and Dad were outraged. It became my fault for not being there to protect her! We were now going to have an apartment together, so I could protect Peggy, I was not to bring girls home and there was no further discussion. I was numb! A quiet voice in my mind kept telling me 'please don't throw me in that thar briar patch'. I couldn't understand why I kept hearing that voice over and over. Maybe it was Peggy telling me to keep quiet, very, very quiet. Thanksgiving to Christmas, it was drilled into my head how I was to take care of Peggy, protect her, how I was to run interference for her. We would have our apartment because I needed to be Peggy's umbrella. It took every ounce of my concentration to assure emotional expressions never betrayed that such an onerous task and sacrifice was what I wanted. I still wrestled with the knowledge that, in spite of Peggy's story, I would be a father, I had bought her story of pregnancy but I doubted the story of the frat party. The child would be mine. Peggy came home for Christmas looking weak and thin, she had miscarried three days ago! She said the doctor told her it was not uncommon for girls who were facing the stress of finals to miscarry or deliver prematurely. I surprised myself by being very disappointed but my folks seemed to take comfort in my sister's changed condition. I grieved for myself and only Peggy picked up on it. She acted really touched when she realized I was not happy with her miscarriage. It seemed like every minute of the first two days of her arrival was spent in a catechism of how we were going to live in an apartment together and exactly how we were to rely on and look out for each other. I have never been so nagged by something I so really wanted. Soon the apartment plans were subjects I did not want to endure anymore. It was clear our folks thought they had safely imprisoned both of us with each other. It was two days before we got an after shower talk. Peggy asked me if I could keep a secret. "Yeah, sis. What's up?" "I am thrilled with the disappointment you feel about my miscarriage, and I love you even more for it. But, Jimmy, it never happened!" "You're still pregnant?" "I was never pregnant. It was all a ruse. I've, secretively, been on the pill since I was 16. I had to undo the damage to our apartment plans done by your 'desire' to bring girls home! I am truly sorry for your disappointment but I didn't think I could pull it off if you knew. I didn't want to hurt you but I needed you to act exactly as you did. I didn't expect to hurt you but the fact I did, makes me love you more!"