Rose turned over in bed, yawned, and levered herself up onto her elbow so she could peer at her clock. Two-fifteen in the fucking morning. What in the world had woken her? She was a deep-sleeper and almost never woke up until her alarm went off. She sat up and peered around in the dimness, yawned again, and ran her fingers back through her long blonde curls.

*squeak-squeak-squeak*

She froze and tried to focus her ears. What. . . ?

*squeak-squeak-squeak*

Rose let herself flop back on her pillow and covered her mouth with both hands to keep from laughing out loud.

Just last week, at the sleepover at Jan�s house, one of the girls had been describing her parents trying to keep quiet in their bedroom right across the hall. "I kept hearing, you know, �squeaky-squeaky�, and then one of them would shush the other, and then �squeaky-squeaky� again. And finally they just gave up and it was, like, �SQUEAKY-SQUEAKY-SQUEAKY-SQUEAKY�!"

All of them had dissolved in whoops and giggles. Rose had laughed as much as any of them — well, it was funny — but she thought it was nice that parents still did that stuff even though they were getting old. She supposed hers and Wesley�s parents still made love, too; they were certainly affectionate with each other.

But it wasn�t their parents in this case, Rose knew that well enough. The master suite was on the other side of the house. On this side there was only her bedroom, her brother�s bedroom, and a guestroom that was almost always empty except for her grandmother�s annual visits. No, there was only one possible source for that squeaking noise. And, at thirteen, Rose wasn�t stupid.

*squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak*

She grinned and tried to imagine what was happening right next door. Wes was four years older than her and developing into kind of a hunk. All her girlfriends nudged her whenever they saw him at the mall. He ran track at the high school and was on the swim team, and he played soccer on weekends, and he had all kinds of nice muscles. And he didn�t often boss her around or anything, either. She knew she was pretty lucky in that regard.

*squeak-squeak-squeak*

And right now, . . . well, only a few yards away, he must be lying on his back in bed with his cock in his hand, jerking off. Rose had never seen an actual live penis, but she knew pretty much what they looked like. She�d seen pictures. And she had noticed the bulge in the front of Wes�s soccer shorts more than once. But now he was moving his hand up and down and his cock must have gotten really big and stiff. That was how it worked.

Rose squirmed and her own hand moved under the covers to touch the spot between her legs that had become so much a focus of her attention recently. She had masturbated a little but she hadn�t really figured it all out yet. But she was always kind of horny lately.

*squeak-squeak*

Fuck. It was driving her crazy. Would it be possible to. . . ?

She sat up and slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed. It was kind of chilly and she had worn her flannel PJs. Wes had seen her in them often enough and they could hardly be considered sexy. But if she were slip next door, . . . well, that was probably sexy enough in itself, right? She sat there and thought about it and listened to the sounds from the other side of the wall.

Would Wes yell at her? No, probably not. That wasn�t his style. He might ask her politely to leave, though. Maybe he wouldn�t even notice she was there, if she kept quiet. Boys were different from girls. How much concentration did it take to masturbate? Well, hell. She was getting that tight, warm feeling down there between her legs again. Think of it as an adventure.

Taking a deep breath and summoning up her courage, Rose crossed her room barefoot and went out the door and into the hall. Wes�s door was only a few feet away, the layout of his room being the flipped version of hers. The door was pulled to but not latched and she slowly eased it open an inch. Yep. On his back, on top of the covers, completely naked with his legs stretched out, and dimly-seen movements halfway down his body. The moonlight coming in his window gave everything a soft glow.

She crept silently a little closer. Her brother seemed to have his eyes closed and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. She peered at his hand, clutched around his cock. She could see it pretty clearly, now. She didn�t know whether Wes�s was average, or what, but it certainly looked big to her. She tried for a moment to imagine something that size pushed up inside her and the resulting bolt of electricity through her crotch made her twitch.

At that moment, her brother�s eyes popped open and his startled face turned toward her.

"Fuck! Rose? What—-?"

She held up her hand. "Sorry, I just, um, . . . I heard you, and, . . ." She shrugged. "I wanted to see what you were doing. Sorry." She glanced again at his cock and his now-still hand, still on display. She was surprised, now that she thought about it, that he hadn�t instantly yanked up the covers. It didn�t seem to have occurred to him.

Wes stared up at her a moment longer, then blinked and cleared his throat. He looked down at his cock as though wondering how it had gotten there, then back at her.

"You mean you want to watch?"

"Um, yeah. I guess so. I�ve never, you know, . . ."

"Don�t tell the folks."

She grinned down at him. "Well, duh."

Wes scooted over to the far side of his bed, an obvious invitation, and Rose perched on the near side, facing him. She tucked one leg under herself and interlaced her fingers neatly in her lap. "Go ahead."

Her brother blinked again and, without taking his eyes off her face, slowly resumed stroking his organ. She could see it much more clearly now. It stuck up at a rigid angle that would never have fit inside his jeans. That was because of all that blood inside it, she knew that much. She wondered if the blood made it warm. Without really thinking about it, she reached out one hand and carefully covered the head of his penis with it.

Wes sucked in a sharp breath and pushed his head back against the pillow. "Christ, . . ." he muttered.

Rose was startled for a moment by his reaction, but then knew she shouldn�t be. Boys loved for girls to do things with their cocks. And, yeah, it was warm. So, what should she. . . ?

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and slid them down and up again, experimentally. Wes�s hand dropped to the side and she heard him whisper "Oh, fuck. . . ." She continued to slowly stroke him, enjoying the feel of the soft hardness against her palm. Wes looked so . . . almost helpless. Like she had complete control over him. Girl power for sure, she thought to herself.

She kept it up, gradually increasing the speed of her hand and holding him a little tighter. She loved the feel of his cock, she loved simply knowing what she was doing, the forbidden excitement of it. And it was only a minute or two before Wes moaned and his face seemed to squinch up. Rose was pretty sure what that meant and she angled the shaft in her hand back toward his torso. Sure enough, two seconds later, her brother�s body went rigid and a geyser of white, sticky cum shot out over the ripples of his abdomen, all the way up to his ribs. Then another massive eruption, the last of which oozed down over her fingers. Then a couple of lesser spurts, followed by a viscous trail of the stuff from the tip of his penis.

Rose was fascinated. Again, she understood what was going on, but only in theory. To actually see a boy�s orgasm, to know there were millions of sperm in that white stuff, . . . to imagine what it would feel like, shooting up into her gut. Then there was the whole other issue of cock-sucking. She remembered what she had been told about that, and about a boy coming in a girl�s mouth. A mouthful of that stuff, dribbling down your throat. My god.

Wes was catching his breath and smiling up at her in a strange kind of way. "Sis, you can come and watch anytime you like." He looked down at her hand, still holding his cock and covered with semen. "Reach under the bed. There�s a roll of paper towels."

She stretched over the side of the bed and fished out the roll, three-quarters empty. Of course. He did this all the time, like all boys, and he was prepared. There wouldn�t be any embarrassing evidence in the laundry.

Did Mom know about the paper towels, she wondered as she unwound a couple of sheets and began wiping the cum off her fingers. She and her brother both were responsible for making their own beds every morning and keeping their rooms tidy, so maybe not. Or maybe she knew and just didn�t say anything. Mom wasn�t a dummy.

Wes was carefully wiping his chest and stomach and then his cock, which was deflating rapidly as Rose watched. When he had squeezed the last of the cum out the tip and tossed the paper towel on the floor, she reached over and took the much smaller organ in her hand again.

"All gone," she said with a smile.

Wes swallowed and looked at his sister oddly. "Look, Rose, don�t take this the wrong way — but what the *fuck* are you doing here, anyway?"

She giggled at his expression, gave his deflated penis a little squeeze, and released it. "I don�t know. I�ve just been having all these hot, sexy feelings — you know. I think about sex all the time. And I woke up and heard you in here, and . . . something just came over me. Suddenly, I just *had* to see what you were doing." She shrugged. "If someone had told me yesterday afternoon that I would be in here watching my big brother jerk off, I would have laughed. But, you know. Things happen. And here I am."

Wes studied her face for a moment. She crossed her eyes at him and he smiled. "Well, I�m not complaining," he said. "You being here is so many kinds of wrong. But it�s also pretty hot, I have to admit." He scooted up onto his elbow. Rose noticed he hadn�t bothered to cover himself. "So, where do we go from here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

That caught her a little off-guard. She hadn�t thought about what came next — hadn�t thought at all, really. "What do you think comes next?" she inquired cautiously.

He shrugged. "Well, it would be a shame to stop now, wouldn�t it? And I kind of owe you a favor."

The possibilities abruptly filled her mind. "Wes, I�m not going to fuck you. Don�t even think about it."

"Okay, yeah, that could get way too complicated. Still—-" He reached over and stroked her flannelled thigh with one finger tip. "We could do a lot of other things. I have more experience than you, remember. I�ll bet I could make you feel really, really good." His voice had gotten sort of smoky somehow and Rose felt his words in the very pit of her stomach. She�d already gone this far. She was sitting here on the side of her naked brother�s bed. She�d already handled his cock. And she knew he wasn�t going to attack her or rape her or anything. Not to mention, their parents weren�t far away.

"So, um, tell me. Like what?"

"Well, to start with," he said as he sat up, "what would you think about me taking off those dorky pajamas?"

She glanced down at the baggy material and imagined that happening. A tiny fire lit in her gut.

"Well. Okay. I think I�d like that." And she waited for what came next. It didn�t take long. Wes shifted a bit closer and took hold of the hem of her pullover top and lifted it upward. Rose pointed her arms at the ceiling and held her breath as the top moved up her body and then disappeared. She blinked in the dim light and looked down at her shallow breasts, noting that her nipples were stiffer than usual. Without thinking, she pulled her shoulders back and arched her spine a little, emphasizing what little she had.

Then Wes reached out and stroked the ball of his thumb over her left nipple, and she gasped at the sudden spark his touch created. One or two boys had groped her a little on top of her clothing, but this was all new to her.

"You like that, then?" He stroked the other nipple, which instantly seemed to grow even stiffer.

"Yeah, . . ." she breathed.

"Rose, . . ." He cleared his throat. "Say �suck my tit�. Go ahead."

She took a deep breath. "Suck my tit, Wes." The words were like magic. She watched as her brother leaned forward and put out his tongue and licked a wet stripe across the rigid tip of her breast. It was like a flaming ice cube touching her and she thought her heart would stop, or explode. He sucked her nipple in between his warm lips and ran his tongue all around it and she let her head tip back. She curled her hand around his head and made a fist in his hair. His hand was busy at her other breast, too, pinching a little and tugging at it. Not enough to hurt, God no, it felt absolutely wonderful. And then he switched his mouth to the other side and Rose thought she was going to faint.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, Wes sat back and watched her as she forced her eyes open. She was breathing heavily and had trouble forming a coherent thought.

"Lay back here, babe," he suggested. His voice was soft and warm and she decided to just trust him, to not worry about what was going to happen. She had to trust him. And so she stretched her legs out beside him and put her head back on his pillow. She was very aware of his nakedness beside her half-clothed body.

Her brother got up on his knees, being careful not to bounce the bed and disturb the mood. No "squeaky-squeaky" this time. He hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of her pajama bottoms and slowly worked them down over her hips. When he reached the top of her bikini panties, he collected those, too, and drew them both downward. She lifted her hips without thinking about it.

Rose imagined what he was seeing as he stripped her naked, the triangular patch of fair, fine curls, the smooth skin of her slender thighs. Many of her friends shaved themselves completely, she knew, but the hair on her pussy was so light it never showed and she liked having at least a little down there.

And her pajamas and her panties traveled on down her legs to her feet and then disappeared onto the floor somewhere. I�m naked, she thought to herself, and he�s naked. We�re here in bed together, naked. She held her breath.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Wes cupped his hands over the tops of his sister�s thighs and let them move slowly down her legs, raising goose-bumps all the way. Rose shivered when he reached her ankles, then drew a ragged breath as he gently spread her legs apart. Automatically, she began to move a hand to cover her crotch, then stopped as she realized the absurdity of it. She was doing this because she wanted to. She wanted Wes to look at her. She wanted to feel his eyes gazing at her body.

When he released her and she felt his weight shifting, she peered down the length of her body to watch him lying on his stomach, his face settling between her thighs. She knew then what he had in mind and her stomach fluttered harder than ever. No boy — no one at all — had ever touched her there, except herself.

She felt his fingers moving slowly up and down the moistness of her pussy, carefully spreading her open. She jammed both hands behind her head, under the pillow. Then she felt the wet touch of his tongue brushing across her clit and it was like a bolt of lightning had struck between her legs. She gulped and her hands became fists as Wes�s tongue moved up to the top of her cleft, down over her clit again, and then down, down, the whole length of her pussy. Rose heard a whimper and knew it was herself.

After a minute or two of this exquisite torture, her brother shifted position slightly and cupped his hands behind her knees, lifting her legs up and back. Rose let her ass curl up, then felt his tongue again, drawing another wet stripe south from her pussy. She trembled as his tongue neared her asshole, then jerked when she felt it press against her anus. God, how could he do something like that, something so dirty? And how could it suddenly feel so sexy?

The little shocks and lightning flashes were building up in her gut and she knew what was coming. She had gotten herself off before but this was nothing like that. And when Wes pushed his tongue hard against her asshole, then dragged it back up through her pussy and nipped at her clit again, that did it. She shook and trembled for what seemed an eternity. She knew her toes were clenching and her head was jammed so far back into the pillow, her neck hurt. She was seeing black sparks and she could barely breathe.

Rose lay there, gasping and trying to catch her breath, unable to form a coherent thought. Wes elbow-walked up to lie beside her again.

"May I assume you enjoyed that?" he grinned.

She rolled her eyes at him. "What the fuck did you do to me?" she finally managed to get out.

"Looks like I made you come, right? Like, big-time." He had a look of self-satisfaction that made her smile.

"Yeah, I�d say so. Christ." She took another deep breath. "If that happens every time, I�m gonna have a heart attack before graduation." She pulled her arms out from under the pillow and stretched them overhead.

"Oh, you get used to it. But I guess you don�t really want to get *too* used to it." He reached out a finger and lightly flicked her nipple. She jerked, then laughed. She was still so wired and so sensitive, she felt like a single huge nerve-ending. And she knew one thing for certain — she wanted to do this again.

Wes hauled the top sheet out from under them and pulled it up to cover their overheated bodies. Somehow, Rose thought to herself, lying naked with him on top of the bed was different from being naked with him *in* bed. She turned on her side and snuggled up against him. He put his arms around her and stroked her back and she let her hands slide down between their bodies, taking hold of his soft penis with one and slipping the other back there between his legs to cup his balls. Wes smiled and adjusted his position to give her access.

"Wes, if we fall asleep, Mom might discover us here in the morning." She squeezed his cock lightly. "That could be a problem." He nodded in silent agreement. "So I�d better go back to my room. But, listen," she went on, "I think I�m going to change my mind about what I said. About fucking?" She had his attention now, she could tell. "I�ll bet you have some condoms hidden away somewhere, don�t you?" He took a deep breath. "Not yet," she continued. "I have to think about this a little more. But I think I want to do that, too. Okay? And I don�t think I want to wait very long."

Rose leaned closer and kissed her brother lightly on the lips, then eased herself out of bed, knowing his eyes were on her. She gathered up her pajamas and went quietly to the door and looked back. Wes gave her an encouraging smile. Yeah, she thought, this was going to work out okay.

Copyright 2012 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.