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Mickie & Mike

By: amicus



Mike lay flat on his back, his head resting on both open palms on the pillow, his elbows pointing thirty degrees in opposite directions. With the exception of two Crickets, one sounding higher in the tree than the other, it was quiet under the stars.

He had watched the half-moon rise, changing colors, becoming a blue-white, veined broken marble etched against a black background with one bright point of light hanging below.

In the distance a dog barked three times and was answered by another, also three barks and then silence again. Mike smiled and closed his eyes.

The back porch light was burned out, but the houses on each side, beyond the tall fences and the shrubbery, had porch lights that cast a glow and overlapping shadows across the picnic table and the other small trees and shrubs in the yard.

He blinked his eyes and slightly twisted his head left and then right and then sat up, resting on both elbows.

He grinned as the barely audible sound of the side screen door spring sang lightly as it slowly lost its tension. He turned his head as she came around the side of the house dragging a sleeping bag and carrying a pillow.

He watched her strain her head forward, peering into the dimly lit backyard; the moonlight painted one side of her face a strange ivory statue color. The short sleeves of her pajama shirt contrasted with the bare skin of her arm and the fluffy bottoms that ended at the knees. It looked almost ghostly as she appeared to float across the grass toward him.

"How do you move like that?" he whispered as she came closer, "You seem to just glide instead of walk."

She smiled and let a little squeak of sound, not a laugh, not a chuckle, come forth, "Girl secrets, I'll never tell," she said as she knelt down beside him and arranged the sleeping bag and pillow next to him.

"I couldn't sleep," she said quietly as she crawled onto the sleeping bag and lowered her head to the pillow. "It's beautiful out tonight; you been here long?"

"Yeah, quite a while; I just felt like sleeping outside tonight."

Neither spoke for several minutes; the Crickets sang again, a car went by and high above, the lights of a jet-liner crawled across the sky.

"Any shooting stars?" she asked.

"Nope..."

"Oh."

More silence until she sat up and pulled the liner of the sleeping bag over her legs and turned to him on one elbow.

"Mike? You thinking about anything special or just soakin' it all up?"

"Just soakin', Mickie, funny how you can't see the moon move, but it does."

"Yeah..."

Mickie leaned back on her pillow and looked up at the sky, "Y'know, I almost wish I didn't know about the earth rotating; I wish I didn't know about the solar system and how it works. I wish I didn't know about evolution and dinosaurs and extinct animals. I wish I could just stare in amazement and wonder what it was all about."

Mike turned his head toward her and chuckled, "You are one weird chick, y'know that?"

She closed her eyes, "Am not!" she sounded miffed, 'Dontcha feel what I mean? I mean, well, if I didn't know all those things, well, I could imagine, I could dream or make up stories about the moon and the stars and all that."

"Wierdo...I think all girls are wacko, wigged out, strange, not playin' with a full deck."

"Boys!" she snorted back at him.

The conversation ended there and both silently stared into sky.

"Black holes." said Mike.

"Big Bang." said Mickie.

"Extinction Level Events."

"Deep Impact!"

"Armagedden"

"Meteors, Asteroids"

"Tectonic plates."

"Yellowstone."

"Caldera."

"Tsunami's"

"Mile high waves, Islands falling into the ocean."

"Ice age!" "Global Warming."

"Magnetic shifts, Solar Flares!"

"Doom and Gloom!"

"The end of life as we know it!"

They both laughed and sat up across from each other pointing a finger.

"Wierdo!"

"Geek! Nerdette!"

They both laughed harder and bent over clutching their bellies.

"Shhhh...be quiet! Your 'girl' laugh can be heard a block away!"

Mickie put a hand over her mouth but kept laughing into her hand, "Your fault!" she giggled.

He laughed quietly and turned on his side supporting himself on an elbow, "I didn't know you knew all that stuff, you surprised me."

"You surprised me; I didn't think you had a serious thought in your head."

"Gee, thanks, I feel so special."

"Well, I'm not just a fluffy cheerleader type either, nerd!"

He leaned back, resting his head on his palms again, "I know, I guess, it's just that, well, we hardly ever just, 'talk' about things. Nice to know you got some grey matter under all that fluff."

"Well, thanks, I think," she said as she leaned back and copied his position on the pillow next to him. "Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I am pretty?"

"I dunno; I never looked."

"Never looked?"

"Well, that way, I mean, I never looked at you that way."

"Oh."

The dogs barked again.

"What color are my eyes?"

"Uhh...your eyes? Gee, Mickie, what's with you? Light colored, not brown, I think."

"You really don't know what color my eyes are?"

Mike lay there blinking for a moment, "You are pretty, Mickie, very pretty, but you already know that. But you are my step-sister and my dad told me..."

"And my mom told me...." whispered Mickie.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

After a long period of silence, Mike raised himself on one elbow. Mickie had moved into her sleeping bag and only the top of her head was visible. He turned on his side, away from her, scrunched the pillow and closed his eyes.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Mike! Stop it! Please stop!"

Mike opened his eyes wide, startled to find himself looking down into Mickie's wide open eyes and to feel her hands pushing against his chest.

He rolled off of her and covered himself with the sleeping bag, "Jesus, Mickie, I'm sorry, I, geez, how did that happen?"

Mickie scooted away from him, pulling the sleeping bag up under her chin, her eyes were still wide and she was breathing rapidly through open lips, "I dunno, I just woke up and you, you were on top of me, touching me..."

"God, Mickie, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say. Forgive me? Please?"

She sat there and stared at him until he looked away and lowered his head. Neither spoke for several minutes.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, but you frightened me."

The Crickets went into a sustained song for a full minute and more and then fell silent.

Mike sat up but did not look at her, "Mickie?"

"Yes?"

"I wake up in the morning, in bed, in the same place I went to sleep. I hardly ever have to even make the bed; just pull the covers back over. I don't move around much in my sleep."

"So?"

Mike blushed and turned his head away from her even more, "Mickie, you were in my sleeping bag. I don't think I moved."

There was a gasp from her, "Ohhh! You mean....ohhh."

"I'm still sorry, but I don't remember a thing until you pushed me away."

"Mike?"

"Yes?"

"I think it wasn't your fault."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, well, uh, I don't remember moving but I seem to, well, I could feel your breath on my face. I could smell you and it made me feel funny inside."

Mike turned to look at her and it was her turn to blush and turn away. He waited and did not speak.

"I didn't open my eyes, maybe I thought I was dreaming, I don't know. I, I, uh, I put my lips on your face and my arm just seemed to slide along your chest, under your arm and around your back. Oh, God, Mike, I had the strangest feeling. I am so embarrassed, I, uh, I wanted to feel your body on top of me. Ohh...I can't believe I am saying this!"

Mike paused a moment, "Mickie, have you ever....ahh...before...well, you know?"

"NO! Never! Never even let a guy touch me before."

"Sorry."

Mickie didn't speak for a moment, "Mike, ahh, have you ever before...?

"No. Almost, but, no."

"Almost? Have you, did you...what did you do?"

"We just kissed a lot...and touched..."

"Touched? Where?"

"Everywhere."

"Ohhh."

Again, a brief silence as neither spoke.

"You touched me."

"I did?"

"I had my arm around your back and I pulled you toward me. You just kind of rolled over on top of me and, ah, my leg just kinda moved out of the way and you were on top of me, just lying there, still asleep.

"I could feel you all over me, I was shivering and feeling hot at the same time, I couldn't seem to get my breath. Then I finally got under control and I opened my eyes, I could not believe...was I awake was I dreaming...it was so strange."

"I just laid there? On top of you? And did nothing?"

"Your breathing changed but you didn't open your eyes."

"Oh."

"Don't look at me."

"Okay."

"I put both arms around your back. I, uh, I raised my knees around you and shifted underneath you. I put my mouth on your neck. "You stopped breathing and then took a real deep breath and then you, you, ah, you pushed against me and I felt you there. All of a sudden you were kissing my face and your hand was on my breast and then between my legs.

"You kissed me and I kissed you back and you pushed against me again and I rose to meet you and then you kissed me really hard and I freaked out. I got scared. My heart was pounding and I couldn't breathe and it seemed like you were smothering me with your mouth and your body on me.

"So I guess I should be the one saying, 'sorry', not you."

Mike lay back down and stared at the sky, "Wow!"

"Wow?"

"Yeah, in my sleep? Wow!"

Mickie laughed lightly at him, "Well, I guess I can have a 'wow' too, I don't know how I crawled over next to you without being awake."

"So you aren't mad at me?"

"No, Mike, not mad. But..."

"But what...?

"Glad you can't see me blush. I wanted you on top of me. I wanted to hold you and feel you as close as you could be. When you touched my breast, it felt good. When you moved against me and, ah, touched me there, I wanted you to. I don't know what I am feeling."

"I wish you wouldn't say those things, Mickie."

"I'm sorry, Mike. I know. But it is how I felt. I don't understand. It was frightening but it was exciting; I am all confused."

He did not respond. Finally she rose up on an elbow, "What are you thinking? Tell me."

"No."

"No?"

"If you were any other girl..."

"Ohh..."

"One of us should go back in the house."

Mickie did not respond.

"We live in the same house; this will change everything between us," Mike said quietly.

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Yes, I do. It would break a trust. Our parents...they...we...."

"Yes."

"Mike, can we talk about it?"

"Mickie, I'm a guy. If I can do it in my sleep, or with a girl on a date that I barely knew, and I would have. I don't trust myself. One of us should go in."

"Damn, Damn, Damn!"

"What?"

"Mike, I think I am a bad person, a bad girl. I don't want to go in; I don't want you to go in."

He sighed, "Neither do I."

"You don't?"

"Nope..."

"Ohh..."

"Mickie, what I am thinking and feeling and wanting, is wrong. I know it is wrong. With what little self respect I have, I won't let myself start anything between us, it just isn't right."

She was quiet for a moment, "Your dad is really smart."

"So is your mom."

"So are we, Mike, both of us, good genes, I guess."

"So?"

"Well, if it was just 'hormones', we wouldn't have stopped, we wouldn't be talking about it."

"You give me too much credit; I don't think I would have stopped."

"But you did."

Mike got up on an elbow again, "What are you saying?"

"I told you to stop and you did. You respected me. You could have kept going, maybe I even wanted you too; I was just scared. Mike, love and sex, physical attraction, how does it all fit together? You're a nice looking guy and I have looked at you before, but I never felt a sexual attraction to you, now I do, why?"

"Same here, Mickie, I always look at girls, I noticed the way you walk, how your hips move, how you carry your breasts, how your clothes fit across your flat belly and your thighs. But, you were off limits, so, I just didn't let myself see you that way."

"I understand that. But now...is it just sex; just the animal body seeking pleasure or release? Mike, ah...don't look at me again, I'm all embarrassed. I touch myself, sometimes, down there. Do you?"

Mike smiled an unseen smile, "I never knew there were girls like you; that actually really talked about things. Yes, I do. I masturbate a couple times a week I guess. It is normal, or so I read."

"Normal? Really? For girls too? Are you sure?"

"Yup"

"Oh."

"Does that make you feel better? Knowing that it is normal?"

Mickie sighed a little chuckle, "I lied a little...I read that it was normal too; I just wanted someone else to say it. I still feel guilty. I even know when it is going to happen, when I ovulate, when I am fertile, when I can conceive. Nature calls, I guess."

Mike laughed, "I wish I knew as much as you do, the urge just takes me over, I gave up on working out and cold showers. Nature calls." he laughed again, "Good way to put it."

Mickie sat up and crossed her legs underneath her, "I like you. It feels really good to be able to talk like this."

"Me too."

Mickie pulled the loose part of the sleeping bag around her, "It's damp out now, and a little chilly."

"Yeah..."

"You said you wouldn't 'start' anything. I'm cold. I want you to hold me."

"It won't work, Mickie."

"I know," she scooted over to him, crawled inside his sleeping bag and snuggled up next to him, "Oh, you are so warm, it feels so good!"

"Mickie!"

She put a finger over his lips and let her hand wander under his t-shirt and across his chest. "We can just touch and explore, can't we? I want to know about it now. I never really did before, but now, after...well...now I want to know."

"Mickie, it won't stop there, I know it."

"Yeah, probly, but there is always the 'morning after pill', I can do that."

Mike let a long sigh escape his lips.

"You are smiling?" she said.

"Yeah, kinda silly, me tellin' a girl to slow down when I want the same thing, even more, usually the other way around."

Mickie smiled in the dim light and sat up. She turned to him and pulled her pajama shirt up and off, exposing her breasts to him. She lifted up and scooted out of the bottoms.

He looked at her for a moment and then removed his clothing, "We're really gonna do this?" he gasped.

She lowered her eyes and then her head, letting her hair fall around her shoulders.

They sat crossed legged in front of each other; she gasped and pointed, "Oh!"

He blushed deeply and pulled part of the sleeping bag between his legs; she pulled it away and slowly lowered her hand.

"Mickie, I think I might just explode if you don't stop that!"

She took her hand away, "Oh." 

He reached out with both hands to her shoulders and slowly pushed her down and lay on his side next to her. She let her arms fall and then brought them up again lightly to his forearms as he leaned over her and began running his lips over her face.

"Whoever said, 'It's like kissing your sister,' didn't know what they were talking about," he gasped.

She smiled up into his face and let her hands go to his shoulders and head as she returned his kisses.

"Mickie...oh, girl...just let me love you and touch you. Can you just do that and not touch me? I want you so bad."

She let her arms fall to her sides as he kissed her face and then her neck and her breasts. She felt the sound in her throat as he took a hard nipple in his mouth and tensed as he lowered his hand slowly to her abdomen and then down into the moist curls.

"Oh, Mike..."

Her stomach muscles convulsed and her hands fluttered up as she tried not to put her arms around him and draw him to her.

"I've never done this before, but I want to do it," he panted as he kissed his way down to the soft inner flesh of her thighs and massaged her breasts with both hands.

"Mike, I can't...I don't...oh...ahh...oh Jesus, Mike." She clamped a hand over her mouth as he put his face between her legs and sought her. She moved her legs apart and placed both hands on his head, crying out as she thrust her hips against him.

Oh, Mike, I'm gonna...I...Ohhh.....Mike...Mike....ahhh, uhh, ohhh...yes..."

He brought his head up and rested it on her still heaving stomach, his hands sliding gently up and down her arms as she sobbed and cried.

When her crying subsided, she pulled him up over her and ran her fingers over his face. He kissed the wetness from her cheeks and lowered himself with one leg between hers, as she clung to him. "I'm sorry I was bawling; I don't know why. Just a silly girl, I guess."

Mike smiled down at her, "Well, I didn't cry but hearing you and feeling you find a release and pleasure, it really made me feel good, like I wanted to cry but, I don't know how to explain."

"Oh, Mike, I can't explain either. I have found that release before, usually in the tub with hot water but, oh, not like that, nothing even close to that. My whole body was alive and throbbing and then it just blew up into a thousand pieces."

He chuckled and pushed her hair back on her forehead, "Well, I never knew a girl could feel that way. That's the way it is for me."

"Oh!" she raised her head, "Nothing happened for you did it? Of course not. Can I do that for you? In the same way?"

"Well, you could," mused Mike, "And then you could still stay a virgin. Maybe that would be best, but..."

"But...?"

"I'm not comfortable thinking about you doing that to me. I don't know why."

"But you did it to me?"

"Yes, I know. I'm not sure. It just doesn't seem right for you to give me pleasure, to, 'do' something to me. I can't explain."

"I don't understand. But, I don't want to stay a virgin. I want you on top of me again, like when you were asleep. I want my arms around you; I want to feel your weight on me."

"I also don't want to hurt you, Mickie, but maybe it won't be too bad."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I looked online, and I put two fingers inside you when I was touching you..."

"You did?"

Mike laughed, "You didn't feel me?"

She laughed back at him, "I guess not." She blushed and turned her face away, "I saw the site you looked at; you left in on the 'history' of the sites you visited. I looked and I could see that I wasn't all blocked up either."

"Naughty girl!"

"Naughty boy!"

"Still, I don't want to hurt you," Mike said as he pulled her over on top of him and pushed her up until she rested on her knees above him.

"Oh, I saw this on TV. What do I do?"

Mike guided her hand, "Even a dummy like you should be able to figure it out from here."

She laughed and lightly batted his head with her free hand and rose up over him. She slowly lowered herself on to him and opened her eyes wide as she felt him come into her. She opened her mouth and gasped as she stopped and held steady, then lowered her self a little more.

"Does it hurt?"

"No...I don't think so...but it's awful tight..."

"I know that!" laughed Mike as he twitched and held back from thrusting up into her.

With her eyes still wide and her mouth open, breathing hard, she slowly lowered until she rested her bottom on him. "Oh, God, Mike, I feel you so deep inside me!"

Mike sat up, "Mickie, I can't wait..." He put both arms around her and turned her over and on her back. She gasped as he slipped out of her and gasped again, as he thrust firmly several times and found her and penetrated deeply and kept on moving against her.

Her chin and knees came up and she grunted as the air was forced out of her lungs by his violent lunges. She clung to him as his passion rose and peaked and he cried out and quivered and lunged again and again and finally collapsed on her breasts.

She closed her eyes and turned her head aside and let her hands caress his head and shoulders until his breathing slowed.