It’s a Date
©2008 Adam Dean Kohl

My sister said that to me as I left the house that morning.

My little sister’s name is Isabella. She hates it. I would too. Especially when Dad calls her things like Li’l Izzy and Isabella Donna and Isabella Ringin-a. Poor kid. I feel sorry for her. Parents can be cruel without even knowing it.

I like my name. My name is Adam. Just plain old Adam. It can’t be cutesified. You can’t make it longer without sounding stupid, and you can’t make it shorter without sounding stupid. Just plain Adam.

Dad owns a lawn mowing business. In the summer I work for him. He made it clear that I have to actually work if I want to earn money. I said that’s fine with me as long as he’s willing to keep track when I’m working and when I’m goofing off.

He doesn’t though. Even when I tell him, I write it down for him so he knows. He likes that, says it’s being responsible. He’s big on responsibility. So I tell him, “Dad! I’m going home! I’ll meet up with you at the Henderson’s in a couple hours!” The Henderson’s is a big spread on the east side of town It takes a long time to work so being vague on the time is okay.

I’m going to home to swim with my sister. And then I’m going to fuck her. Yes, you read that right. I’m 14 and I’m going home to fuck my 12-year-old sister. Maybe even fuck her WHILE we’re swimming, if we think we can get away with it.

Mom is at work until five or so, so Isabella and I will have the house (and pool) to ourselves. She will be getting home from her summer school class about the same time I do. She flunked out of math and had to take it over.

I get on my bike and head for home.

It’s been over two years since we first actually had sex. Yes, that’s right. The first time I really put my dick all the way in her was on her tenth birthday. I was almost 12. What? Ten year old girls don’t want sex? Maybe not normal ones. But Isabella filled out early. By the time she was ten she had tits and curves, although she dresses in long, droopy clothes because she hates the attention she gets.

She had her first period before she was eleven.

Oh, the fucking? You want to know about the fucking?

Well, we’ve bathed together since she was one. Back then Mom would bathe us, and when I was about seven or so she figured Isabella wasn’t going to drown on me so she stopped supervising. So naturally we were feeling each other up before we even knew what that was. I first put my finger in her when she was eight.

Then as we learned about things from older kids, we tried them on each other. Sucking tits. Sucking cock. Eating pussy. Jacking off. We even tried licking assholes once. I liked licking on hers, but I really didn’t like her licking on mine.

And on her tenth birthday we were taking a bath. We were standing up, washing each other. I was feeling her tits. My dick was getting hard, so I took it in my hand and was rubbing it on her pussy lips.

I’d slowly and firmly rub it up and down, the lips would part and it slid in a little way, then out and up. Her pussy lips got bigger and her nipples were hard.

She said, “I want to try putting it inside.”

I said, “You know it’ll hurt.”

“Please? It’s my birthday.”

I don’t know if it was her birthday wish or not, but I knew she loved me and trusted me. It made me feel glad. And a little proud. That she wanted MY dick inside her.

I turned her around so her ass was up against the wall. By then my cock was pretty hard, so I took it in my hand and pushed a little inside her. Then I got an idea and took it out and put shampoo on it, thinking it would be easier for her. I stuck it back in. I pushed harder. She was tight. She didn’t feel tight when I put my finger in her, but my dick was bigger than my finger. I kissed her and told her to relax. She seemed to loosen up a little and my dick went in farther. I pulled out a little and pushed it in harder. I kept doing that until it was all the way in.

I’ve heard guys say you can feel the cherry pop, but it wasn’t like that. It just got farther and farther in until it couldn’t go in any more. We looked each other in the eyes. And smiled. And kissed. Then I started fucking her, in and out. Slowly, without pulling it all the way out. Then back in. She started moaning softly, like when I jack her off. We did that for about three minutes before Mom called us. Neither of us came. I guess because I was doing it so slow.

But we enjoyed it. A lot. So of course we did it again. And again and again.

That’s what ‘it’s a date’ means. A date for sex. We stole it from prostitutes.

I get home before Isabella. I drink a glass of water and have a quick snack, then get out a snack for Isabella too. I go upstairs to put my swim trunks on. As I come back down, Isabella is just coming trough the door and I tell her I left a snack out for her. As she sits down to eat I come up behind her and squeeze her tits and kiss her on the neck.

“I’m going to the pool and wait for you.”

“M’kay,” she says as she kisses me with her mouth full of food, getting crumbs all over her face and on my cheek. She’s a pig sometimes.

I go out and splash loudly into the water. We could probably afford a real pool, but living in North Dakota means it would be useless most of the year so instead we just have the biggest portable one there is so we can drain it out and stash it away when it turns cool.

I splash in the water, enjoying cooling myself off after a hot morning’s work. Then Isabella comes out and she is wearing her bikini. Yes! Bikini means she is willing to fuck in the pool if we think it’s safe. If she wore her one-piece that meant no way. She used to just wear her bikini bottom, until some neighbor lady called Dad to complain.

The funny thing is, Mom and Dad were in the pool with us when he took the call. He obviously didn’t mind her going topless in our own back yard, but he made a rule that she had to wear the top as long as it was light outside because he didn’t want to hear the lady complain anymore.

When it was dark we swim nude once in a while. Or if Mom and Dad were home we’d wear swimsuits out to the pool and take them off when we were in the water. One time Dad caught us naked, because Isabella left her suit on the side of the pool instead of in the water and he saw it, but he just smiled and shook his head.

That wasn’t as scary as when he caught us fucking. I was fucking terrified he was going to kill us. I was especially scared for Isabella because we were on her bed and she was on top. We were happily fucking away when I noticed Dad was standing beside the bed. I froze. Isabella froze as I said “Hi, Dad.”

I looked at Isabella, and at Dad. Isabella looked at me with sheer terror in her eyes, and wouldn’t turn her head to look up at Dad.

“You kids don’t seem to be behaving very responsibly…” I felt my dick go limp inside Isabella, but neither of us so much as twitched.

Dad just stared.

Then a lightbulb went off inside my head. “She’s on the pill, Dad.”

“Oh, really…”

Isabella pointed to the nightstand drawer, and I reached over, opened it and fumbled around until I felt the package and grabbed it to hold it up for him to see.

“Okay… And neither of you ever told anyone about this, have you?”

I shook my head no.

Isabella said, “A few years ago I told Andy we were touching each other. She said ‘Ew, gross’ and I never told anyone else.” Andrea is her girlfriend from up the street. Nice girl, but she acts too ditzy.

“That’s good. Keep it that way.”

“Wouldn’t want to tarnish the family name,” I said.

“Sue you for slander,” added Isabella, still afraid to meet Dad’s eyes.

“Hm,” Dad said. “Okay.” That seemed to satisfy him. Responsibility again. “Okay.” A certain beatific smile came over his face as he backed out of the room, looking at us, and especially at Isabella. I wondered if he fucked Aunt Emily. Or maybe he just wanted to. Isabella looks a lot like old photos of Aunt Emily.

Isabella runs up the ramp and jumps in the pool with a huge splash. How can a girl smaller than me make a bigger splash?

After she comes up we splash each other and horse around for a few minutes. Then I dive under the water and grab her ass. She bends her knees so she’s in up to her neck, then pulls her top up inviting me to suck her tits. But instead I reach my hands up inside her bikini bottom to hold her ass cheeks with my hands as I blow bubbly raspberries on her belly. She’s laughing and trying to push me away, but my hands are tangled in the bikini bottom and she can’t get away.

I let her go and come up for air. I take a deep breath and let it out. Then we both take a deep breath and go under the water. I hold the back of her neck with one hand and kiss her fiercely. I rub my other hand roughly over her body, from her tits to her crotch and back again. I squeeze one of her tits hard and rub my hand down her side and grab her ass hard as we kiss. She is cupping my balls with one hand as she claws at my ass with the other.

We come up for air. She says in my ear, “Miss Lorax is gone.”

Miss Lorax is the name we gave to the neighbor lady.

“I saw her pull out of her driveway when I was upstairs.”

BOO-yah! We smile at each other. I turn her away from me, so I can hump her ass while I play with her tits and jack her off. I’m humping away, through two swimsuits, getting harder. I just like the feel of her ass crack against my dick. I’ve never fucked her in the ass, because she doesn’t want me to, but she said she likes the feel of my dick against her butthole.

My dick is really hard and we pull our suits down. She spreads her legs wide, an invitation to rub my cock head against her butthole and perineum. (That’s the word for the area between your butthole and your vagina. Or ball sack. The ‘goosing’ area.) I do this. She is ready and tilts her pelvis and just slips it inside her. I love the tightness. And I love her. I tell her, “I love you Isabella.”

“I love you Adam. I always have. And I always will.”

I hold onto her hips and thrust deeply into her again and again. I cannot see her hands, but I feel one occasionally on my dick, so I assume she is fingering her clit with one and touching her tits with the other. She is moaning and eventually starts dunking her head under the water to muffle her screams as she comes. Every so often she will come twice before I do, but not this time. Despite my slowing down as she spasms, her twitching cunt sends electricity directly to my balls and I cut loose inside of her. I don’t stop thrusting, though. I keep fucking her until I am too tired.

We are spent and we just squat there in the pool, my arms lovingly wrapped around my lover, my dick still inside of her. We stay like that until my limp dick slips out of her. We quickly pull our suits up and Isabella clamps her legs together. Don’t want any jism floating around in the pool. Learned the hard way about that with jism floating around in the bathtub. Ick.

We get out and walk hand in hand back to the house. My lover. I look at her. My lover, my best friend, and my adorable little sister, all in one neat little package. God I love her so. Life isn’t perfect. It never is. We fight like normal siblings. And argue with our parents. And she IS female, which means that-time-of-the-month. But life is pretty damn good.

We towel off at the door and go inside. We go upstairs and into the bathroom and strip our suits off and hang them up to dry. I cup and squeeze Isabella’s cunt and go to my room to get dressed to go back to work. Isabella has a load of goo to clean out of herself.

I dress and go back downstairs. I call up to her, “’Bye, hon!”

“Wait!” she yells. She runs down the stairs naked and wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me goodbye. I hug her to me and kiss her right back. We let each other go, not taking our eyes off each other until the door is closed. I get on my bike and ride to the Henderson’s. I still have some work to do.

She’ll probably do her homework and go see a friend.

I get there before Dad, and pedal up the driveway. I see Mr. Henderson and ask him if he wants anything special or different. Dad was happy to get this account. Mr. Henderson’s groundskeeper retired and he found he could save a little money if he used Dad.

Mr. Henderson tells me what he wants and I pedal back down the driveway. A few minutes later Dad gets there. He and Jerry, the man that works for him, get out of the truck. I tell him what Mr. Henderson wanted done as Jerry gets the big mower off the trailer.

Dad asks, “Did you tell your sister I love her?”

“Sorry, Dad. You didn’t tell me to.” Somehow he knows we had sex.

“Oh. Guess I forgot. Well, tell her next time, okay?”

“Sure, Dad. Tell Aunt Emily I love her next time you talk to her, okay?”

Dad gets that smile on his face again.