Abby Unfolds

a Story by Varangian

Summer, 2006

�I�m going to miss you, Benny.� You�re going so far away.�

�I�ll be back for Christmas, Abby,� I said to my step-sister, who was just eleven years old.

�But still,� she complained.� �All that time without you.�

We had been pals since she was three, when my dad had married her mother.� Until now we had never been apart for more than a day.� I was off to college.

Abby endured my embrace, although she was a tomboy and not given to such intimacy.� She even allowed me to peck her lips, before I climbed into my car and backed down the driveway.

* * *

�I�ve been growing,� she announced, when we were alone, thrusting out her chest to emphasize small breasts.� I had missed Christmas and was home for Easter break.

Abby was at an awkward moment in her development.� At twelve, her skinny legs had pushed her taller after a growth spurt, but she lacked heft.

�Are you eating?� I asked.� �Maybe you should drink more milk.�

�I know I�m thin, Benny, but Mom has promised I�ll change.� She told me that she was like me at my age.�

Her mother was a striking woman at age thirty four.� I expected that in time Abby would grow into the woman�s fine figure.

�Since we don�t climb trees anymore,� I asked her, �do you want to go to a movie this afternoon?�

�I�d like to, Benny, but I promised my friends I�d join them at Stacy�s house.� We could catch a movie tomorrow.�

Being my step-sister and not a blood relative, I did not feel ashamed to be intrigued by the novel tits she sported.� But I had no thoughts about her sexually.� I had another girl in mind: my steady from high school who was fortunately without a date.

* * *

�Did you find a girl at college, Benny?� Marcia asked as we left a restaurant and headed to her empty house for a certain fuck.

�How about you?� I asked.

She barked a laugh.� �I�m not into girls.�

�You know what I mean!�

�I�ve had a guy,� she responded with a wicked grin.

�And I�ve known two girls biblically,� I said, smugly.

Marcia grasped my arm as we walked to the car.� �We�ve only done it together a couple of times,� she said.� �Too bad we didn�t get together earlier, when we were at school.�

�So what if this is only our third time?� We�re both more practiced now.�

�I�ve heard girls talk, Benny.� I think I�m missing things.�

What a turn on!� �Like what?� I asked.

�I�ll tell you when we get home.�

In our two sexual encounters as high school seniors we had only fucked, awkwardly, in the missionary position.� I had learned better since then, but not Marcia.� It turned out that she wanted to experience both oral and anal sex.

For the rest of the summer I indulged Marcia and myself almost every day without inhibition or guilt.� We both knew we would move on to other partners

�Why do you go with Marcia?� Abby asked one morning in the kitchen, frowning.

I glanced at her long, skinny legs, which I found somewhat off-putting.� She was just a kid despite the little tits.

�You know about sex,� I asked.

�No, I don�t.� Why don�t you teach me stuff?�

�You�re too young, besides you�re my sister.�

�Step-sister!� she insisted.

I loved Abby, but she did not attract me sexually.� She was too stringy and gawky, as well as a life-long pal, to whom I was too brotherly embedded to consider as a sexual target.

Her kiss, as I departed for my sophomore year, was more urgent than a peck.

* * *

I missed visits home for both the Christmas and Easter breaks, choosing to remain on campus with an exciting girl who gave great head and came off implausibly as I fucked her butt.

Abby stunned me when I returned home in the spring.� Now thirteen, she had fleshed out marvelously.

�You�ve really grown up,� I remarked at the first opportunity.

�Enough for you?� she asked shyly.

That was a bold statement, I thought.

�Could be,� I answered with equal ambiguity.

�I�ve been dating,� she said.

�Anyone in particular?�

�Nah.� I can�t trust those guys.�

Abby had a round face and a magnificent smile.� Her hair was light brown, almost blonde, and she had blue eyes.� What was new were her limbs and torso, now sumptuous yet still softly slender.� Her tits were still enticingly modest.

I could not recognize my scrawny childhood pal.

�Do you want to date?� I asked her. ��We could go to a movie.�

�Date?� she teased.

�Whatever,� I said.� �It�ll be like old times.�

�Not exactly,� she responded, looking at me with slightly parted lips.

Oh, god! I thought.� Could it be possible?� Abby was no longer a shy girl.� I still did not know, however, how far she would go.� I was her older brother after all, although a step-brother.

* * *

I was mistaken.� Abby was still shy.� Her buoyant, tomboy quality was gone, replaced by a cautious awareness that she was becoming, had become, softly feminine.� She was troubled by urges to be held and cuddled, but feared them, because she knew they were just the beginning of something scary, of sex.� I learned about her feelings only later when she described them to me.

�Please don�t� she whispered, when I put my arm around her in the movie house.

She shook off my hand as we walked back to the car.

She turned her head aside, when I tried to kiss her after we returned home.

�Is this how your other dates have gone?� I asked.� �At least I hope you enjoyed the movie.�

�I�m trying to decide something, Benny.� Please, give me a little time.�

For the next couple of days we circled each other, so to say, like boxers.� Then we were left alone one evening when our parents went out for a party that would extend late into the night.

�What is it you�re deciding?� I asked her.

She had turned and moved away after I placed a hand on one of her soft upper arms.

�It�s about us, Benny.� I want to let you �� I want to do things, but I�m afraid.�

�You�ll never find a guy who�ll love you more than I, Abby.�

�I know that, Benny.� And I can�t imagine letting any one but you � touch me.�

�I want to touch you, Abby.� I�d like us to sit together on the couch and kiss for the next hour.�

�Then what?�

�I won�t pressure you in any way,� I promised.� �You know me.�

She hung her head and said in an almost inaudible whisper, �I don�t think I could stop, if we started kissing.�

I stepped close to her, but did not touch.

�You�re only thirteen, Abby.� Maybe we shouldn�t talk like this for another couple of years.�

She looked up at me, eyes moist.� �I can�t wait that long, Benny.�

We fell into an embrace.� I felt her soft heft in my arms and breathed deeply the sweet aroma of her hair.� She had made her decision.� Now it was up to me to pace our progress toward what we both knew to be our goal.

* * *

We sat on the couch and I taught her to kiss.� She had never done it before.� Between kisses I palmed her cheek and gazed at her lovely, oval face, her beauteous mouth smiling back at me shyly.� We kissed for an hour, during which time I fondled only her right upper arm.� It was bare and soft to the touch, promising the rest of her to be like that before long.

�We could do more,� I eventually said after still another kiss.

She nodded her head in my embrace.� �I want to do everything with you, Benny.�

�Everything?� You�re old enough to know what means.�

She nodded again.

I palmed a firm breast that was not quite a handful, the touch exciting both of us.� She wore no bra.

We kissed again with increasing passion.

�I want to undress you!� I said, urgently.� �I want to kiss you all over!�

She giggled against my chest.� It was the first moment of levity since she had made her decision.� We had been too serious.� Now we would have fun.

�You agree?� I asked

�Yeah, Benny.� Let�s do it in your room.� Will you get naked too?�

�Of course.� I�ll show off for you.�

She grinned.� �Do you have much to show off?�

�It�ll frighten you!�

�I just got to see that!�

Smiling and eager, we went up my bedroom holding hands.

She sat on the bed as I turned to retrieve a condom from a dresser drawer.� I handed the small packet to her.

�What�s this?� she asked.

�It�s a rubber,� I replied.� �I�ll use it, if you let me go all the way.�

She hunched her shoulders and made a face.

�You haven�t made up your mind about that, have you?� I remarked.

�I don�t know, Benny.� But sometime for certain.� Are you mad at me?�

�Of course not!�

I sat beside her on the bed and rubbed a hand up and down her near, bare thigh.

�It�s for you decide.� I won�t pressure you in the least.� We can still have a lot fun short of that.�

�Like how?�

�Don�t you know anything about sex, Abby?� Haven�t your friends talked about it?�

�Sure, lots of times, but they don�t know any more than me.� What�s oral sex, Benny?� I mean how is it done?� Stacy says it�s just sucking tongues while kissing.�

What a delightfully naive girl!� This was going to be the most fun I�d ever had, I thought, even if we wouldn�t fuck.

�I�ll tell you, and I�ll demonstrate, but first let�s get naked.�

�Okay,� she said, smiling brightly.� �But you first.�

So the fun began!� I pulled off my shirt then turned aside to push down my shorts and underpants.� Her eyes grew large when I faced her again.� They focused on my six and one half inch, fat cock that stood at full attention.

�Wow!� she exclaimed, leaning forward.

I stepped close, placed a hand at the back of her head and rubbed my cock against her left cheek.� After sliding it under her chin to the other cheek,� I very slowly ran the knob across her slightly parted lips.� Then I stepped back.

�Oral sex is not sucking your guy�s tongue,� I said, grinning.

She began to giggle, when I asked, �Want to try it?�� But she nodded.

I stepped close again to press the knob at her lips.� She parted them and took my cock head into her mouth.

�Suck on it,� I whispered.

She did so, eventually grasping the shaft with her right hand.� She continued to suck for about a minute as I petted her head.� Then I stepped back.

�It tastes kinda funny,� she said, licking her lips, �but not bad.�

�You can give me an orgasm by doing that long enough.�

�I�ll do it, Benny.� I want to give you pleasure.�

�Later,� I said.� �First let me take off your clothes.� Then I�ll have oral sex with you.�

For a moment she appeared confused then the realization of my intent dawned on her.� Wonder transformed her pretty face.

�You�ll do that?� she exclaimed.

�Have you ever thought about someone licking on you?� Haven�t your friends talked about it?�

�They�re younger than me, Benny.� I don�t hang out with older girls.� I once had a weird dream of a dog licking on me.�

She stood for me to undress her.� She was half a head shorter than I.� After pulling off her shirt, I stood back to admire her tits that were not large enough to jiggle.

�I�m going to suck these like a baby,� I said, palming one.� �That�s another part of oral sex.� And licking you all over and sucking your toes too.�

�Sucking my toes!�� She was giggling again.

I resolved to know every pore of the lovely girl before we finished that evening.� I knelt in front of her and removed her shorts.� We were already barefoot.� Her thighs were full and soft.� Dark hair curled around her labia with a thicker fan above.� It was not a full bush.� I kissed those lips, lingering at it, fondling her buttocks, but I did not touch her clit hood, which was protuberant even while she was standing.

After climbing onto the bed we embraced and kissed for long minutes.

�I like this, Benny, but only with you.� Do you want me to suck on you now?�

�There�s no hurry.� I want to explore you first.�

I did so with hands and mouth, from forehead to toes, which I sucked, causing a paroxysm of giggles.� Then I had her roll onto her stomach to do her back side.� I was deliriously happy in the inspection and tasting, and not just because she was so young and fresh; I was in love for the first time in my life.

A thirty year old woman had been my first sex partner.� I was sixteen at the time.� She taught me how to pleasure a female with tongue, lips and carefully directed blowing, not touching the clit hood until the last, until the female was writhing in excitement and frustration.

I did that to Abby.� Her initial moans and sighs were like a symphony orchestra tuning up.� Her sharp cry at climax was a crescendo.� After the music faded, I cradled her lovingly.

�Oh, god, Benny!� Oh, god!� Oh, god!�

�I�ll do that for you again and again, Abby.� You�re delicious.�

We cuddled until she calmed down.

�Can I suck on you now?� she asked, turning her face to mine.

Her pretty face was so young, but I felt no guilt.� I resolved to forswear other females for this one girl-woman.

�Yes,� I answered and rolled onto my back.� �I�ll teach you how.�

She played with my cock like a new toy.

�It�s so ugly,� she said, �but I love it because it�s yours.�

I instructed her in the rudiments of cock sucking after she fitted her lips around my knob.� I warned her a couple of minutes later when a tingle presaged climax, but she persisted and took the first spurt into her mouth and the remainder on her face.� She didn�t gag or choke, thank god.� She howled in laughter while expelling my spunk from her mouth onto her chin.

�That was disgusting!� she exclaimed, still laughing.� �But I love it!�

In the bathroom I cleaned her face with a warm wash cloth, as I had done many times before when she was much younger.� Then we returned to bed for more love making.� I brought her off three more times and she blew me twice again.� We fell asleep, exhausted.

* * *

It was well past dawn, when I awoke, and I immediately realized the enormity of the trouble I was in.� Our parents had probably arrived home to find Abby and me sleeping naked together with the room reeking of semen.� I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs to face the music.

�Is Abby still asleep?� Mom asked after I entered the kitchen.

The calmness in her voice astounded me.� I shot a look at Dad, but he quickly hid his face with the newspaper he was reading.

�Yes,� I replied, nervously.

�Did you use a condom?� Mom inquired, just as calmly.

�We didn�t go that far,� I answered.

�How do you want your eggs this morning?� she asked, turning to the stove.

I sat next to Dad after requesting over easy.� He was not very successful in suppressing an amused expression.

�We�ve been expecting this, Benny,� Mom said.� �It was inevitable, considering how close you and Abby have always been.�

�You have the reputation of being a stud, Son,� Dad said.� �Females are drawn to you.� But now things have changed.� Don�t cheat on your sister.�

�Step-sister,� Mom said, placing a plate of food before me.� �They�re not related.� They could eventually get married, if they want to.

* * *

Mom put Abby on the pill, but the pretty girl remained reluctant to take advantage of� it.� Having transferred to a local university, I lived at home when school resumed.� Abby slept with me every night, her room used only to store her stuff.� Mom and Dad treated us like a married couple, which would probably become true I thought, although at the time Abby was only in the eighth grade.

One night in early autumn, while I was masturbating Abby with the head of my cock, I gazed at the growing excitement on her face.

�Put it in, Benny!� she cried, surprising me.

It was an easy penetration.� She felt little discomfort.� We fucked, kissing all the while with arms around each other, until I came.

�There�s still one thing we haven�t done together,� I said to her, thinking of anal intercourse.

�Like what?�

After I told her, I was certain that her shriek and wild laughter awoke our parents.

* * *

Dad, who had always had something of a drinking problem, began putting away too much booze after he lost his job of twenty eight years.� It was outsourced to India.

�He�s touching me,� Abby told me one night as we lay in bed.

�Stay away from him when he�s drinking,� I suggested.

I could not confront him.� I just didn�t have it in me, because he was my role model, a strong man with a quirky sense of humor, now reduced to a piteous condition.� I felt more sorrow for him than anger.

�I�m delivering packages now, son,� he slurred the next evening. �Me!� I used to supervise thirty five people!�

I cringed.� He was fifty years old, and it seemed that he was at the end of his real life.� Mom still had a good job as a high school teacher.� We weren�t really suffering, but he was, psychologically.

Abby then came into the living room to stand close to Dad and me on the couch.� He extended a hand and pulled her onto his lap to palm a soft thigh high up.� He sought to kiss her.

�It�s time for bed, Dad,� I said, rising and winning Abby away from him.

�How�s it like to sleep with a little girl, Benny?� I�ve never done that.�

�We�ll see you in the morning, Dad,� I said and hurried with Abby to the stairs.

�Does she have hair yet?� he called to me.

I didn�t answer.� He was drunk and would probably fall asleep on the couch.

Abby was upset.� She clung to me on the bed.

�I love him, Benny,� she whispered, �even though he�s sick now.�

�I wish I could afford to move out,� I said.� �But even if I could, I wouldn�t be allowed to take you with me.�

�He needs a lot of love,� she remarked.

It was a mistake, but I left Abby alone with Dad the next morning and went off to classes.

When I returned that afternoon, I immediately knew that something had happened.� Abby was unusually shy and Dad, who was sober, appeared very nervous.

�What happened?� I asked her after we were alone in our room.

�I let him do it, Benny.� I felt so sorry for him.�

�Do it?�

�You know.� He was very gentle.� He said I was precious.�

�You enjoyed it?�� I was dismayed.

�I made him feel good, Benny.� He�s always been nice to me.� It wasn�t like with you, though, because he�s so old, but he treated me like a princess and, you know, he made me come.�

I was beyond anger.� I was dumb founded.� Dad was sharing my girl!� One could find some amusement in that, I suppose, but it was very illusive.

There was no way I could convince Abby to resist him.� She relished his attention, having sex with him, for some reason inexplicable to me.

Dad stopped drinking.� He and Abby fucked every day for the next two weeks, until Mom found out.� She found them in bed one morning, when she returned home to pick up a forgotten lesson guide.

Our family was plunged into crisis.� Mom raged at Dad for the remainder of the day and into the night, but she did not throw him out.� There was a real possibility, though, that she would leave and take Abby with her.�

�We�ve got to do something, Benny,� Abby cried against my chest that night.� �I don�t want to lose you.�

Mom�s shrill voice resounded from the next bedroom.� I lay awake after Abby fell asleep.� Then I went downstairs to get a glass of orange juice.� Mom was in the kitchen.

�What�s going to happen?� I asked her.� �I don�t want the family to break up.�

�Me neither, Benny.� I love your dad too much, even though he�s been screwing my thirteen year old daughter.� Have you noticed?� He�s stopped drinking.� Maybe there�s a connection.�

�What are we going to do, Mom?�

�I think we�re all going to adjust to the situation.� We�ve always been rather loose about sex, you know.� I�ve struck a deal with your father, Benny, one that you might not approve or choose not to be part of.�

�Like what?�

�Your father will have access to my daughter in exchange for my access to his son.�

�Me?� I shouted, not believing what I had heard.

�Yes, you.� I�m still fit and not so old.� You might not want me, but I�ve always found you sexy.� Like your father says, females are drawn to you.�

�But, but, you�re my Mom!�

�I�m your step-mother, Benny, a thirty four year old woman who�s not bad looking.� Think about it.� We could restore peace and quiet in this house.� Your dad�s stopped drinking and he�s thinking about buying a Burger King franchise with his savings.�

I could not imagine having sex with Mom, even step-Mom, although it was true that she had a pretty face and a slender body.� But she had been my mother since I was a kid.

�You think about it, Benny.� I�m sleeping in the guest room tonight.�

She rose from the kitchen chair, left the room and went upstairs.

It was all so bizarre!� But if I didn�t go along, the compromise my parents had reached might fall apart.� I might lose Abby.� I shook my head.

I went upstairs to the guest room, pausing a moment before opening the door.� Mom was naked on the mattress, illuminated by rays of a full moon.

�Can we talk some more?� I asked, ogling her sexy body.

�Take off your clothes, Benny,� she said calmly.� I haven�t seen you naked since you were nine.�

I did so and laid beside her.

�What have you learned from other girls, Benny?� she asked, softly into my ear.� �I�m certain you don�t know everything yet.�

She was right.� It was amazing what she taught me that night.

END

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