I couldn’t help but smile the next morning.

 “Stop smiling at me like that,” Hannah whispered.  “They might notice.”

 But then Hannah laughed.

 That evening was a school night.  Hannah and I agreed we wouldn’t read any more from the book.

 She also didn’t wear her red outfit that night.  Hannah wore a white cotton top and white panties.  She looked totally hot, but I took it as a sign that nothing more would happen.

 However, Hannah still came into my room to chat before bed.  We mostly talked about school and friends.

 “Well, I guess I should go to bed,” she said after about an hour.

 Hannah sat up on my bed.  I did the same.  Hannah leaned in and kissed me.  Then she paused and kissed me some more.  That led to serious kissing.

 I held onto Hannah’s sides as we made out while sitting up on my bed.

 At a break, Hannah looked into my eyes.  I could tell she was horny.  So was I.

 “Why don’t you lay down,” Hannah whispered.

 “I wanna do you first,” I replied.

 Hannah thought for a moment, then nodded.

 “But I wanna see,” I said.

 Hannah shook her head.

 We kissed some more.

 “How about if I show you these?” Hannah asked, looking down and preparing to lift her top.

 That’s not what I had in mind, but I quickly agreed.

 Hannah lifted her white top above her breasts, and looked at me.

 She was gorgeous.  Her breasts were small, but beautiful.  Hannah’s nipples were lightly colored, barely darker than her skin.

 “You can touch,” Hannah whispered.

 I reached out with my right hand and felt Hannah’s right breast.  It was amazing.  Soft and firm.

 Then I did something I remembered from the book.  I leaned down and kissed her right nipple.

 Hannah giggled.  That wasn’t the reaction I was looking for.  So I sucked on her nipple.  That caused a quiet moan from Hannah.

 For the next few minutes I went back and forth between Hannah’s nipples.  They each got hard.

 “Mmm,” Hannah purred quietly.

 “Does that feel good?” I asked, as I leaned back up to look at Hannah again.

 Hannah nodded.

 “It makes my pussy tingle,” she said with a smile.

 “Wow,” I replied, returning to suck on them some more.

 Hannah placed her hand on the back of my head.

 After another minute, Hannah laid back down on my bed.  I kissed her some more while fondling her breasts.  I moved my right hand down her belly, softly rubbing her skin.  Hannah spread her legs so I could rub her inner thighs.  Then I cupped her pussy mound covered by white cotton panties.  Hannah moaned softly and ground her warm crotch against the palm of my hand.

 I slid my hand up a few inches, and then back down under her panties.  Like the night before, I felt her small patch of pubic hair, then the warmth and wetness of her soft folds.

 I repeated what Hannah had shown me the night before.  I gently rubbed up and down her wet slot with my middle finger.  That was met with quiet moans of approval.

 After a few minutes, I slid my finger up to her clit.

 “Mmm,” Hannah moaned again.

 She grabbed my right wrist with her left hand as I gently rubbed her sensitive spot like she had me do the night before.

 “A little faster,” Hannah directed quietly.

 I sped up the pace.

 “A little harder,” Hannah said, as she tightened her grip on my wrist.

 I did as she instructed.

 “Uhh,” Hannah moaned, looking at me.  “You’re gonna make me cum.”

 I kept the firm and fast pace.  Hannah had an orgasm.  It was in two phases, just like before.  A series of twitches and moans, followed by silence, an open mouth, and then a stronger series of spasms, coupled with jerking hips.

 “Slow, slow,” Hannah gasped.

 I moved my hand down, breaking direct contact with her clit.  Hannah’s slot was super wet, as I gently moved my finger up and down her soft inner folds.

 Hannah gave a big sigh, and then pulled my hand out from under her panties.

 She rolled on her side and kissed me again.

 “Roll on your back Tommy,” Hannah directed with a smile.

 I did as she instructed.  Hannah retrieved the bottle of baby oil from my side table.  I pushed my boxer shorts down, revealing my hard cock and balls.

 That night Hannah gave me a hand job without my assistance.  It felt amazing.  She held the base of my cock with her right hand, and massaged my balls and stroked the shaft with her lubricated left hand.

 It didn’t take long for me to cum that night.  I shot gobs of semen onto my belly.

 Hannah smiled and got a hand towel to clean me up.

 “Good night,” she said with a sexy smile, leaning down to kiss me.

 Hannah turned off the light for me on her way out of my room.

 That week all I could think about was Hannah.  We talked at school, but not much in the evening at home.  Hannah was on another mission to have us be siblings, rather than boyfriend and girlfriend.  She stayed out of my room in the evenings.

 That lasted a week.

 The next Saturday night Hannah was in my room again, saying she wanted to chat.  We talked about school and friends.  Hannah laid on my bed.  She was wearing her red outfit.  The way we were situated, with her laying on her stomach, gave me a fantastic view of her body.

 Hannah was explaining why we shouldn’t be boyfriend and girlfriend, but all I could do was glance at her body, especially her butt, over and over again.

 “Tommy, you keep staring at my butt,” Hannah declared firmly.

 “Sorry,” I replied, a bit embarrassed.

 “It’s okay,” Hannah said with a smile.  “I guess it’s not really fair.”

 I nodded, not knowing exactly what she meant.

 “You liked what we did last weekend?” she asked.

 I nodded.

 “Yeah, that was fun,” Hannah acknowledged.  “What did you like the most?”

 “Touching you,” I replied.

 Hannah laughed.

 “Are you sure it wasn’t the hand job?” she asked.

 “Well, that was good too,” I admitted.  “But touching you is all I could think about all week.”

 “Hmm,” Hannah replied.

 “Your skin is really soft,” I said.

 Hannah nodded.

 I suppressed all of my fear and shyness, sat up, and put my left hand on the back of her leg.  I softly rubbed it without looking up at her.  I think it caught Hannah by surprise, but she made no effort to stop me.

 I softly rubbed the back of Hannah’s legs, as well as her butt.  She gave a quiet sigh, and even lifted her butt into the air.  I paused and pulled my hand away, then glanced up at her.  By the look on her face, she had clearly enjoyed what I had done, even if it was a surprise.

 Hannah sat up and faced me.  There was a moment of silence.

 “Kiss me,” Hannah directed.

 I leaned in and kissed her briefly on the lips.

 “No, a real kiss,” Hannah said, showing me her tongue.

 I leaned back in and we made out for a few minutes.

 “Now you’ve got me all horny,” Hannah declared.

 “Do you want to touch me again?” Hannah asked.

 I nodded.  I knew what she meant.

 “But I want to see this time,” I told her.

 “You mean my pussy?” Hannah asked.

 I nodded.

 Hannah thought for a moment.

 “Okay,” she said.  “But you have to get naked too.”

 I nodded.

 “So, you first,” Hannah said.

 I didn’t know whether she wanted me to get totally naked first, or just start.  So I took off my shirt and waited.  All I had on were my boxer shorts, which were barely concealing a raging hard-on.

 Hannah smiled at me and reached her hands around to the back of her neck to undo her top.  It fell away, exposing her gorgeous breasts again.  I smiled.

 Hannah waited.

 I stripped off my boxer shorts.  Hannah grinned at the sight of my naked body and hard penis.

 Hannah took off her panties.  But her legs were pointing away from me, so I couldn’t see anything but the small patch of pubic hair on her mound.

 We kissed some more.  I held on to her naked body, feeling the soft skin of her sides and back.

 I leaned down and sucked on her nipples, going back and forth like I had before.  It delivered the same results.  Hannah moaned quietly, and her nipples got hard.

 She laid back onto my bed.

 I continued to fondle her from the side, and suck on her right nipple.  Then I worked my way down her belly.

 Hannah sighed, then spread her legs for me.  I crawled between her legs and had my first glance at Hanna’s pussy.  It was marvelous.  Light puffy outer lips, and narrow slightly pink inner lips.  I could see wetness on her inner lips, and the tiny little button of her clitoris at the top.

 I leaned in and kissed Hannah’s pussy.

 She giggled.  I planted my mouth on her inner lips, and began licking up her slot.

 That caused the quiet gasping and moans that I had wanted.  Hannah tasted and smelled wonderful.  I was in bliss.

 “Mmm,” Hannah mumbled quietly.  “That feels good.”

 I decided that I would replicate with my tongue what Hannah had taught me to do with my finger.  I spent a good deal of time licking gently up and down her inner lips, with her wetness and my own saliva combining to make things super slick. 

 I gently poked my tongue into Hannah’s tight inner depths.  This caused her to moan quietly again.  So I went back and forth with my tongue and mouth between her vagina and her slot.  I noticed Hannah started to barely gyrate her hips, and her breathing intensified.

 I don’t know if she intended it or not, but I took her gyrations moving downward as a sign that she was ready for, and wanted my mouth and tongue to move up to her clitoris.

 “Oh, Tommy,” Hannah hissed softly, as my tongue flicked across her erect little pleasure button.

 I kept at it, wrapping my mouth wide around her pleasure center, and focusing my tongue on her clit.  This time, Hannah didn’t have to remind me.  I slowly sped up the pace and pressure, alternately flicking my tongue up-and-down, side-to-side, and in circles.

 A few minutes later Hannah moaned, but much louder than before.  Her body twitched, and she went into orgasm.  It was the same two-phase experience as before, only this time with Hannah arching her back slightly, opening her mouth, and closing her eyes as her body jerked in spasms of pleasure.

 I tried to keep my mouth and tongue working on Hannah’s clit, but it must have been too intense, as Hannah pushed my face away from her crotch.  It was my first time going down on Hannah, so I didn’t know exactly what to do.  Her orgasm appeared more intense than before when I used my finger, but didn’t last as long.

 Hannah looked down at me, my mouth covered in our combined wetness.  Her mouth was still open.

 “Wow,” Hannah hissed among her fast breathing.

 I smiled.  Hannah smiled in return.

 “That was intense,” Hannah said, before taking a deep breath.

 “Whew,” she hissed, before another deep breath.

 Hannah laughed quietly.  I think it was a nervous laugh, but it made me laugh too.

 “Okay, it’s your turn,” Hannah declared.  “Come lay down next to me.”

 I did as Hannah instructed, licking my own lips, tasting the remnants of Hannah’s wetness.

 My cock was still fully erect.  Hannah smiled as she looked down at it, then up at me.

 Before getting the baby oil from my side table, Hannah leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.  I have no doubt she tasted our combined wetness.

 Hannah did an amazing job stroking me off that evening.  Like the time before, I didn’t last long and blasted a healthy amount of semen onto my belly.

 “That was really good, Tommy,” Hannah declared, as she got off my bed and retrieved her top and panties.

 I nodded.

 Hannah cleaned me up again, then kissed me good night and tucked me into bed.

 Before turning out my light, Hannah paused at the doorway and put her hands on the back the back of her thighs.  She looked stunning.

 Hannah sighed deeply, then turned around and looked at me and smiled broadly.

 “That was really good,” Hannah declared again.

 I nodded and returned her smile.  Hannah turned out my light.

 To my surprise, Hannah stayed out of my room for a few more evenings.  But then she returned.

 “I’m really horny,” she declared, wearing he white top and panties again, with her hands on her sides.

 Hannah almost seemed frustrated or irritated with that fact.

 I was reading in bed, and stared at her for a moment.

 “Aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked.

 “Well, I am too,” I replied.  “But you seem mad about that.”

 “I’m not mad,” Hannah replied.  “I just don’t know what to do.”

 “What do you mean?” I asked.

 Hannah took a deep breath, and let her hands drop.

 “I don’t know if you’re my brother, or my boyfriend,” Hannah answered.  “And I know we shouldn’t have been doing what we’ve been doing either way.”

 I nodded, more in acknowledgement of the quandary.

 “But I like you a lot, Tommy,” Hannah added. “And now I’m really horny again.”

 I got off the bed and walked over to her.  Although I recognized her plight, I didn’t really sympathize like I should have. I didn’t think we really owed our parents any effort at being just siblings. Hannah did.

 I again suppressed all of my shyness, put my hands on Hannah’s sides, and leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.

 At first, Hannah seemed a bit surprised.  But then she returned my kiss.  That led to more kissing.  Hannah pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the floor.  We kissed some more.  I felt her hands on the sides of my shorts.  She stepped back and looked down.  I followed her eyes.  We both watched as Hannah pushed my shorts down, exposing my half hard penis that grew before her eyes.  The shorts dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them.  We kissed some more, my naked body and full erection pressed against her.

 Hannah stepped back again, and paused, looking alternately at me and my bed.  I watched her face change for confused and horny to resolute.  Facing toward my bed, she looked over at me with the sexy and devious smile I’d seen before.  She grabbed the base of her own white cotton top as if to pull it up and off her body, but pausing again.

 “Wait,” I blurted.  “I get to take it off.”

 “Huh?” Hannah asked.

 I wanted desperately to contribute further to answering Hannah’s internal struggle in my favor. Since Hannah had managed to strip me bare while we had kissed, leaving me naked and fully erect before her, I figured it my help to do the same.  But Hannah simply paused and pondered for a moment.

 To my surprise, Hannah didn’t get naked.  Instead, she crawled onto my bed.  She looked back at me, still struggling with what to do.  I couldn’t help but stare at her butt, which looked gorgeous, with her white panties mostly bunched into the crack of her ass.

 Hannah noticed me staring, and laughed.  I laughed too.  It softened the mood.

 Hannah took off her top, and then her panties.

 “Let’s start with something different,” Hannah said.  “Come over here onto the bed.”

 “Whatcha wanna do?” I asked.

 “You’ll see,” Hannah relied.

 I laid down on my bed next to Hannah.

 She leaned over me with her slightly devious sexy smile that I have grown to adore.

 Then she licked her lips.

 Hannah grabbed the base of my hard cock with her left hand.  But, unlike our prior encounters, Hannah didn’t get the baby oil.  Instead, she leaned over and did something I did not expect.  She licked the shaft of my penis with the tip of her tongue.  It felt amazing.  Hannah did it a couple more times, before looking up at me with a smile.

 “Do you like that?” she asked.

 All I could do was nod between breaths.

 I watched for the next few minutes as Hannah carefully and slowly licked my cock.  It gave me shivers of pleasure.  I thought about what might happen if she actually put it in her mouth.  But Hannah didn’t do that, and I didn’t ask.

 “It’s my turn now,” Hannah declared.

 We switched places, and I went down on Hannah again.  It went pretty much the same as it had before, although I think I did a slightly better job at not over-stimulating her clit during her two-phase orgasm.  Then Hannah gave me a hand job, before cleaning me up and putting me to bed.  It was amazing.

 But the next day, Hannah set in motion a new long phase of us only being siblings again.  I was totally frustrated, but got used to it.

 A couple months later, one thing led to another, and Hannah and I were naked again in my room, preparing for me to go down on her.  She looked at me as she sat on my bed, watching me take my underwear off, exposing my hard cock.  She looked so sexy that evening.

 But before we started, Hannah changed her mind.  She sighed real heavy, and said she was sorry.

 For the next few months, Hannah and Jessie went through another cycle of being inseparable.  Nearly every weekend Jessie was staying over at our house for sleepovers, or Hannah was staying over at Jessie’s.  I was kind of glad that Hannah wasn’t focused on some other boy, as I don’t think I would have been able to handle jealousy very well at that particular time in my young life.  We all went to dances, and plenty of boys danced with Hannah, and wanted to be her boyfriend.  But, thankfully, at that time Hannah was spending all of her free time with Jessie - which itself led to more interesting things during Summer.

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