Breaking Out, Breaking In

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Breaking Out, Breaking In

The storm raged outside, rain beating relentlessly against the house and wind howling past the windows. We were lucky. The hurricane came ashore a hundred miles south of us, saving us from the brunt of its power. Our mother and father, at a church function even further south, in Florida, were safe too, but all flights to our area were grounded. They wouldn’t be back for at least another two days, so for the time being, I was stuck with my little sister, Hannah.

Hurricanes weren’t unheard of in our area, and so every few years we had a family tradition of riding them out while watching movies and playing board games. “So?” Hannah asked, holding up two family classics: bland little cartoons with sappy morals and saccharine songs.

“Aren’t we a little old for those?” Quick answer: yes. I had just finished my first year of college and Hannah was a year behind me.

“Mike,” she said, grinning. “Did you have something else in mind?”

“I brought back a couple movies, yeah. But you can’t tell dad.” She made a zipping motion across her lips, and I turned on my heel and started toward my bedroom, where I’d hidden the movies.

While my nineteen-year-old self goes and retrieves the movies, I should tell you: don’t get the wrong idea. These were movies–movies you and your friends probably watched years before, but they were R-rated features, and saying that my sister and I were sheltered would be a gross understatement. A bit of background. My mother and father were leaders in a church they’d helped found. It wasn’t anything unseemly like you see on the news, just stifling. If it didn’t involve God, it didn’t belong in the house. The original plan was that I would follow my father into the ministry after high school, but despite all their efforts, I was never much of a believer, at least never to the level they wanted me to be. It took years, but I had finally convinced them to let me go to college and study economics, and after I was finished, I would come back and help out with the church’s finances. I hated lying to them about that last part, but I needed an extra four years to figure out how to get free. I knew they kept tabs on me while I was in college, but I was used to this, and avoided the eyes and ears of the church long enough to date around. After a while, I had even found a girl with whom I could share this part of my life, and she understood that I could have no contact with her while I was home for the summer. She had even helped me pick out a handful of R-rated movies she had seen when she was Hannah’s age.

Returning to the living room, I held up the choices and Hannah leapt from the floor, where she had been busy setting up a game of Monopoly, a game grudgingly allowed into the house to teach math. In an old church camp t-shirt, sweatpants, bathrobe and slippers, she was dressed for weathering a storm in comfort. Her straight red hair flowed around and down her shoulders, complementing the emerald green robe. As a kid, I used to tease her, telling her that she was adopted. We were all blonde and tan except Hannah, who was a redhead and so pale she could scarcely take a stroll outside without bursting into flame.

Her eyes darted from movie to movie. “How do I choose?” she asked, excited, but genuinely confused. How, indeed. If you’ve never been part of normal society, these kinds of choices seem alien. It had taken my girlfriend months to teach me how to figure this kind of thing out. How could I teach my little sister in twenty words or less?

“Gangsters, funny love story, scary monsters in space, and elves, dwarves and wizards,” I said pointing to each in turn.


“It was tough my first time, too,” I said. I had been privately angry most of my teenage life, and when I had to make this decision for the first time, I had nearly flown into a rage from the unfairness of not being included in the rest of human existence. Hannah was taking this much better than I had.

“What’s a gangster movie like?”

“Suspenseful, violent,” I said. “Probably has a car chase. Dad would say that it glorifies sin and wickedness.”

“Gangsters,” she said. “Definitely gangsters.”

I went and put the movie in the VCR and took my place at the Monopoly board. It was difficult to play with Hannah so distracted by the movie, but the look on her face was worth it. When one of the mobsters got “whacked,” she covered her mouth and her eyes went wide.

“Do you want me to turn it off?” I asked.

“Don’t you dare!” she said. “That was … sad! I liked that guy! I bet Don Whats-his-name is gonna get some sweet revenge.”

I laughed and handed her the dice. “Your turn.”

“Where did you get these movies?” she asked.

“At the video store.”

“Duh…” she said, rolling her eyes. “How did you find out about them?”

“Everyone knows about them.”


“Mostly,” I said. “I mean, there are people like us, who don’t really get out much, but most people are at least aware of them.”

“So how’d you find out?” I thought about what to say, but my delayed response caused her to lean in. “Mike, how did you find out?”

“Just by walking around,” I said. “It’s like everyone knows except us.”

“But where did you find out about this one?”

“I… I can’t tell you.”

“Mike.” She gestured toward the screen, where the characters were burying the whacked mobster in a shallow grave.

“Eh … right. But you have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“Ok,” she said, raising her hand in mock pledge. “I won’t tell mom and dad.”

“No. I mean anyone.” This got her attention. The teenage insincerity drained out of her for the moment and she nodded soberly. “I’ve been seeing someone.”


“A girl.” It felt good to say it. I hadn’t told a soul about it, and I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

“Mike! Dad’s going to kill you!”

“No he won’t, because he’s not going to find out.”

“But he always finds out.”

“Not this time,” I said. “I got wise to his act in high school. I can keep it a secret. Can you?”

“Of course!”

Things got quiet between us for a while, and we watched the movie and moved our pieces around the board, buying up properties and jockeying for control. When Hannah got sent to Jail, she paused and looked at me with an expression I’d never seen from her before. Was it bashful or something else? Envy? “So what’s it like?”


“Being with a girl.”

“She’s really nice,” I said, thinking of Carrie. “And she’s funny! There was this one time, we were out–” Hannah’s stare stopped me. “Eh?”

“I meant like … you know,” she said, her eyes focused on her fingers, which were nervously fidgeting with the fuzz of her slippers.

“Oh!” I said, feeling the blood drain from my face. “Oh.”

“You know what?” Hannah said. “Forget it. I mean, you’re my brother. Ugh!” She waved off the idea like a fly, but hesitated. “Right?”

“Sure,” I said, taking the dice. It was an odd thought, explaining sex to someone who had been hidden from it, much less my sister. Obviously she knew the mechanics. Any asshole could figure that out. What she wanted to know was the erotic part, and that was something else entirely. For the time being, I just focused on the board and rolled the dice. If I concentrated on winning the game, it would be over sooner, and the awkwardness could end. I had only begun my studies in economics, but I applied as much as I could to the game, and soon I found myself with a pretty substantial lead. Hannah, however, had never been one to go quietly, and had taught me on more than one occasion to never let my guard down. I surprised myself by saying, “For the record, it’s like nothing I’d ever experienced.”

“Good?” She asked.

“Good,” I said.

She made a noise of acknowledgement and rolled the dice. A run of good luck brought her almost back to even with me, but soon enough, my properties began to drain her dry again. Her pile of money dwindled into a smattering of small bills. When I finally landed on one of her properties, I smugly thrust a small amount of money at her. She didn’t take it, though, because her attention was on the TV. I glanced over and instantly realized I had a problem.

The obligatory love scene had begun, and while the music swelled, the gangster’s moll lay under the movie’s hero, and their lips met. A bare breast made a cameo, and I felt my own cock twitch in my pants. The man kissed his way down her body and the camera stopped as the man’s head continued farther down. The moll’s mouth formed an O.

“What’s he doing?” Hannah asked, mesmerized.

“What do you think he’s doing?” I asked, stalling for time.

“Kissing her … down there,” she said, still not taking her eyes off the screen.

“Yeah,” I said, feeling my throat going dry. The more this scene went on, the harder my cock got, and I began feeling the need for release. My eyes went to the curves under Hannah’s shirt, but I forced my gaze away. “It’s your turn.”

“I don’t get it,” she said.

“What’s not to get?” I focused on counting my money and organizing my properties.

“Like,” she said, finally turning her attention to me, “how does it work?”

“Have you…” I paused, looking for a word that wouldn’t seem too offensive to her sheltered sensibilities. “Have you touched yourself before?”

“I … yeah. Promise you won’t tell?” Our parents had done their best to put the fear of God into us when it came to sex, and masturbation was absolutely forbidden.

“Why would I?” I asked, feeling a bit of humor returning. I nodded toward the screen. I could see the humor returning to Hannah’s face, too. “Listen, it’s pretty much the same thing, but with a tongue.”

“Eww!” she said, giggling. “I guess you’d have to be a mobster to do that. And a slut to want it.”

“I guess,” I said and took the dice.

Hannah grabbed my wrist before I could roll. “Wait. You…?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“And your girlfriend is OK with that?”

“She actually asked for it,” I said, prying my wrist from her grasp and rolling the dice.

“What is she a whore?” Hannah said this with a little venom, but she couldn’t possibly have any idea what any of the words actually meant.

“Hey!” I snapped. “Carrie’s no slut. But what would you know, anyway?” I moved my piece around the board, landed on her property, and tossed money at her. “Your turn.”

Hannah went silent and played the game for a while. The movie continued, and we paid attention to it instead of talking. Soon enough, the movie was over and the credits rolled. In typical style, when the tape ran out, the TV roared static white noise. Hannah hopped up and went to switch off the VCR. Even through her robe, I could tell that she had a great body. I tried looking away, but the thoughts of sex had gripped me like a vise. When she sat back down, she gave me an odd look. “I’m not stupid,” she said suddenly. “I know there’s more beyond this.” She gestured to the house, but meant the church. “But it still feels wrong. I dunno. We always get told that God favors us because we value our purity, and blah blah blah….” Hannah rolled her eyes and made little quacking motions with her hands. I chuckled. “It makes sense, I guess, but there’s so many other people out there who seem fine without it. You know?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I know.”

“I mean, if mom and dad knew how much I … touch myself, I’d be grounded forever.”

“How much?” I asked before thinking.

Hannah grinned broadly. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Who am I gonna tell?”

“Not really the point, Mike!” she said in a dismissive sing-song.

“So,” I said guardedly, “what is the point?”

“The point is, I want out. Like you.”

“I think you want more than that,” I said, taking a chance. She was holding something back, beyond whatever it was she was being coy about.

“Like what?” Her grin itself spoke so loudly that she didn’t need the words.

I got up and went to the kitchen and came back with some clear tape. Before I sat down, I scooped up all Hannah’s money and attached a little sliver of tape to each one. “What are you doing?” she complained. Without saying anything, I divided her total into three piles. One by one, I attached each one to her, playfully tickling her in the process. She giggled, but when I was done, the confused look came back. She held out her arms, looking at herself. With all the colored money attached to her, she kind of looked like a bird, and I laughed. “What’d you do?!”

“I taped your money to you,” I said.

“But why?”

“It’ll make things easier,” I said.

“What things?” she asked, suddenly serious.

“You want to know what I know,” I said. “This’ll give you a little taste.”

“What kind of taste?” she asked.

I shrugged for her benefit. It felt weird to me, too, but I wanted her to have fun, and if I looked nervous, it wouldn’t work. “Look,” I said. “Trust me. And you can get up and leave whenever you want. No big deal.”

“Okaaay…” she said. “So what’s with the money?”

“It’s how Carrie helped get me comfortable taking off my clothes around her.”

“But you’re my brother.”

I shrugged. “Your roll.”

She took the dice and shook them nervously in her hand. “So what’s the deal?”

As the dice left her hand, I said, “Each piece of clothing is worth whatever is taped to it. When you owe me money, I take it off your clothes. When there’s no more money left on the piece of clothing, it comes off.”

I hadn’t thought she could be paler, but I was wrong. Her nervousness was palpable. “So what happens when you owe me money?”

I held up the roll of tape. “You can tape it on wherever you want.”

“Ah,” she said, swallowing visibly as she looked at the dice. Twelve. A railroad: hers. “Whew!” she said, grinning slightly. “This is kinda like gambling, huh?” Gambling: another sin.

“Yeah, except you really can lose your shirt.” I smiled back. Not even I was sure where I was heading with this. The thought of seeing my sister naked was a little weird, but she really was cute. My horniness had blasted away my judgment, and reason held on by a hair.

“We’ll see about that,” she said, picking up the dice again. Eight–doubles again. Hannah smiled smugly as she pulled a Community Chest card. Her smile drooped. “HA! Beauty contest! Gimme!” She held out her hands and I gave her $10 from the bank. She taped it to her robe.

“Go figure.”

“What? You don’t think I’m pretty?”

“We’ll see, once I get that robe off of you. Better not roll doubles or it might be sooner than you think.”

“Oooooh!” she taunted. Rolling again. Six. Not doubles, but perhaps a worse fate: Boardwalk, with houses. “Uh….” She scanned her clothing. She didn’t have that much money left, anyway. From her church camp t-shirt, she counted as she pulled bills off.

“You can always sell me–“

“I’m not giving you the oranges.”

“Whatever you say,” I chuckled.

Sheepishly, she removed the last bill from her shirt and then paused. “I, uh….” She looked like she was about to get up and leave. Her cheeks were blushing violently red. “Here.” She handed me the money, turned around. and then withdrew her arms into the voluminous sleeves of her robe. After a brief struggle inside her robe, she turned around, robe closed tightly. Still, the robe was large and I could see cleavage and glimpsed her lavender bra.

“Piece of free advice?” I said.


“You could have just drawn money from other parts.” I leaned over, and loosened the belt on her robe and it fell open, revealing her milky, smooth skin. She became still and I could hear she was holding her breath. I took one $100 from her sweatpants and one from her robe and placed one on each cup of her bra. She had incredible, firm breasts, and it took all my strength not to cup them in my hands.

“Thanks,” she said awkwardly. She made a movement to close her robe, but then stopped. Her hand waved in front of my face. My eyes went back to her face. “Your turn.”

I took the dice and rolled. Picking a Chance card, I read, “Go to Jail, directly to j–“

“Gimme that!” Hannah said, snatching the card from my hand. “Oh come on! How am I supposed to get money from you when you’re in jail?” I shrugged. She snatched the dice and rolled. “You gotta be kidding me!” she whined. Oriental. Hotel. She plucked money from her pants until it was all gone.

“You’re still short,” I said.

Hannah stood and removed her slippers before skinning off her sweatpants. “Take it from the bank,” she said. “I passed Go.”

I took what was owed me and then affixed tape to the remainder. When I reached up to stick the money to her lavender panties, she stopped me. “I got it.” She supplemented the small change with a sizable amount from her robe, but still it would take serious work to earn her emerald green shield. I rolled again, doubles, and then landed on orange. Hotels. “Yes!” Hannah cheered and threw her hands over her head as I passed over a wad of money while watching her breasts bounce through her bra. She ran out of room on her panties and stuck the rest to her robe.

“Fortifying?” I asked. She just smiled, took the dice and rolled. Utility. I owned both. Taking a deep breath, she took the dice and rolled. Wordlessly, she took a few bills from her panties and a few from her bra and handed them over. I rolled and landed on my own property. Hannah rolled and landed on her own. Against all probability, we circled the board twice more without a single dollar being owed. I changed Park Place and Boardwalk to hotels. And then Hannah landed on Boardwalk again. She took the money from her bra and robe, and then all but a five from her panties. She let the robe slip from her smooth shoulders and then, reaching back, she undid her bra and handed me the lavender lace.

“Like what you see?” she said. Her breasts were the same milky white as the rest of her, and in the middle of each was a perfect pink nipple. Just looking at them, I could tell they were smooth and firm.

“Yeah,” I said, gawking like an idiot. She blushed.

“Your turn,” she said softly. I rolled and hit Community Chest. “What’s it say?” she asked after I paused.

“Collect $10 from every player.” Hannah started to remove the last bill, but I leaned in and stopped her. “I’m supposed to collect,” I said.

Her blue eyes met mine. “So collect,” she said, a slight tremor in her voice. I reached down and gently pulled the five from her panties. “That’s only half,” she said again in a whisper, swallowing hard.

“Well,” I said, equally nervous. We were close enough to kiss, and she smelled like flowers. “First thing’s first.” She stood and covered her breasts with her arms as I hooked my fingers into her panties and slid them down her smooth pale legs. My eyes traveled up past her knees and in, and when they met the smooth V between her legs, they went wide.

Hannah saw my reaction. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing!” But I couldn’t take my eyes off her perfect pink slit.

“You sure?”

I forced myself to look away. “Totally!” I stood and took her hands, leading her arms away from her chest. “Not a lot of girls shave their pussies.”

Her mouth silently formed the word pussy. “I just like it that way. It feels better when I …”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” I said, leading her back down to the living room floor. “But you’re still short.” I held up the five between us.

Her eyes met mine, searching. I reached a hand up and ran my fingers through the silken red locks that ran over her shoulder. Hannah trembled a bit and said, “So what are y–” Her words were cut off by a kiss. Her lips were soft against mine, and as the kiss lingered, I felt her lips part. I felt her tongue meet mine, and she sighed. “Oh,” she said, flushed.

This time, she leaned in and it was my turn to return the kiss. I ran my hands over her back, feeling her skin prickle under my touch. I pulled away slowly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said. A pause. A breath. “I feel kind of naked.”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed, and laughed hard. Tears came to my eyes and I fell back on the floor, shaking with laughter. It wasn’t really that funny, but I was so nervous that the change in tone was euphoric. “Yeah, I suppose you would.” But looking up at her from the floor, I felt a calm come over me. “You really are beautiful.”

“And still naked,” she said with a wry little smile. I stood up and took her hand and led her through the house and down the hallway. “This is my room,” she said as we entered. “What’s the idea?”

“I just want you to feel comfortable.”


“Because you’re naked.” We sat on the edge of her large four-post bed.

“I said I felt naked,” she said, and kissed me again. I felt her fingers pull up the bottom of my shirt, and I let her lift it off over my head. “In comparison to you.”

“Huh,” I mused.


“You’re OK with this?”

“Getting cold feet?” she asked, running her fingertips over my chest.

“I thought you’d have them.” I returned the favor and ran my own finger down between her breasts. She closed her eyes and let out a little sigh.

“I thought so, too, but I don’t want to stop. I want to know what you feel. I want to feel what she feels.”

Her words took me aback. “Carrie?”

She took my head in her hands and gazed into my eyes seriously. “I need to know.”

For the first time, I cupped Hannah’s breast in my hand. Just as I’d imagined, it was firm and soft as a feather. I traced my finger over her nipple and she drew in a breath. Leaning in, I kissed her lips again. Her hands explored my skin, and I ran my hands gently over her breasts, squeezing them occasionally and causing soft moans. I laid her back on the soft bed and kissed her ear and worked my way down her neck until I reached her shoulder, and then kissed my way back up. I took a nipple between my fingers and pinched gently. “Oh!” she cried, and I pinched the other one. “Oh!”

“Want more?” I whispered in her ear.

She nodded timidly, and I kissed her deeply again. Our tongues danced off each other, and I felt her press the kiss back. I ran my hand over her breasts and down her belly until it reached her pink slit. I hesitated for a moment and then felt the heat from her pussy as I touched the smooth lips. She moaned softly into my kisses as I caressed the smooth heat between her legs, my fingers spiraling slowly inward toward her clit. Cautiously, I pressed my middle finger against her opening, but she was so wet I hardly needed to push at all. I felt her wet warmth envelop my first knuckle, and then my second, and before I knew it my whole finger was inside her. “Oh, fuck…” she whimpered into my neck, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

I began to slide my finger from her cunt. “I’m sorry,” I said. Shame began creeping up my spine like a spider. “This was a bad idea. I–” My words were cut off by a kiss. The passion of it took me off guard, but the feeling of Hannah’s young body against mine was not at all unwelcome.

“You know when you’re dreaming,” she said, pulling back from the kiss, “and you can breathe under water or fly?”

“Uh huh.”

She pressed her slippery pussy against my finger, and I felt my knuckles sliding back inside her welcoming warmth. “Same thing,” she panted into my ear. It was finally dawning on me that my sister Ankara escort and I were cut from the same cloth. If she was anything like me, her desires bordered on insatiable.

“Well,” I said. “You’re my sister. I just want you to be sure. We’re not flying.”

“Not yet,” she said with a mischievous grin and gleam in her eyes, and then ground her cunt against my finger and kissed my neck. My body shivered with desire. “Let’s fly.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. As I kissed my way down her neck to her collarbone, I slowly slipped my finger from her and slid it smoothly back and forth across her clit, causing her to moan and arch her back off the bed. Following her collarbone to the V in her neck, I positioned a second finger at the entrance to her hot, slippery pussy. I kissed her breasts and swirled my tongue around one hard pink nipple and felt her hand on the back of my head pressing my mouth onto her young but full breast. The moment I sucked her nipple, I slid my two fingers into her and she cried out. I continued fucking her with my fingers, feeling the sense of awkwardness wearing off from both of us. With each stroke of my fingers, I could feel us both surrender ourselves to the pleasure.

Kissing my way from her breast and down her tight belly, I felt her tense up once more, but this time I didn’t stop to prepare her. When I reached her pussy, I could feel its smooth warmth against my lips and smell her sweet and salty juices. I slid my fingers from her and she groaned in disappointment, but I wanted her to have the full effect of what was coming next.

My sister’s pink sex lay in front of my mouth, its lips reddening and swelling with desire. I stuck out my tongue and traced it up her slit. Tasting her for the first time was heaven. “Do I taste OK?” she asked, meeting my eyes.

“You’re my sister,” I said, flicking her clit gently with the tip of my tongue. She gasped and laid her head back again. “Of course you do.” I’d planned to really give her a thorough tongue lashing, literally, but she must have been really wound up, because after teasing her clit, I applied just a little suction and felt her thighs clamp around my head.

Hannah exploded in orgasm. Her tight young pussy clamped down on my fingers and she arched her butt and back off the bed, pressing my face even harder into her twitching pussy. “Oh fuck!! Ooooh!! Fuckfuckfuck!”

After a bit more swearing and twitching, her body finally relaxed and I kissed my way back up her body until I kissed her lips again. She moaned softly and breathed, “I do taste good.”

“Told you.”

“Does Carrie taste the same?”

“Every girl is different,” I said. I took a chance and offered my still slippery fingers to her, and she looked at me briefly and then sucked them into her mouth. She closed her eyes and I felt her mouth sucking and her tongue working to clean her juices off of my fingers. When she was done, I lazily moved my hand down and ran light circles around her breasts, leaving a snail’s trail of saliva. I took another chance. “Maybe she’d let you learn that firsthand sometime.”

Her eyes went wide. “Your girlfriend’s a lezzie?”

Of course. Later, I’d have to explain it all more in depth, but for the moment I said, “No. She likes guys and girls.” Silence. “She dated a girl before me,” I said.

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave you a girl?”

“As opposed to leaving me for another guy?” Silence again. “Anyway, we’ve … come to an understanding about her cravings for women.” The bluntness of that last part extended the silence, and in it, I recognized how much I had changed in just one year.

“But it’s sin,” she said. Again: of course!

“As opposed to this?” I asked, tracing a finger along the inside of a smooth, milky thigh, stopping just before I reached her pussy. This time, the silence lasted a long while, but I could almost hear gears turning. Slowly, one of the corners of her mouth turned up into a grin.

“Anyway,” I said eventually. “How do you feel now?”

“Naked,” she beamed wryly. We laughed giddily for a bit. “Comparatively.” I felt her nimble fingers undoing my pants, and then she pushed me up off the bed. As I stood next to the bed, her hands pushed my jeans down, and then she paused as her fingertips hooked into the top of my underwear.

“If you’re not ready, it’s OK,” I said, but she met my eyes and took in a breath. Quickly, as if jumping into a cold swimming pool, she yanked my underwear down, freeing my hard cock, which nearly slapped her face as it sprung free. I stepped out of them and stood naked in front of my little sister, allowing her to take it all in.

“What do I do now?” she asked.

“Whatever you want,” I said. “What do you want to do?”

Hannah blushed hard, and I smiled at her gently. “I, uh …” she sighed a nervous sigh. I shook my head and gave her my hand. She took it, and I brought her to her feet. She stared into my eyes, searching for what seemed like an eternity. Our fingers intertwined on one hand, and I took the other and stroked her fiery hair. She closed her eyes and I kissed her forehead.

As much as it pained me, I said, “Why don’t we wait?”

“No,” she said, her eyes still closed. “I want to … um, I mean … I …” My fingertips stroked her blushing cheek and I felt her shiver. “I want to do the same thing you did to me.”

“Well,” I said. “You’ll probably have to talk to Carrie about that.”

The humor broke the tension and she giggled. “I meant to you, stupid!”

I smiled back. “I know, I know.”

“So,” she gestured to my hard cock. “How!”

“You don’t have any idea?” She shook her head. “OK,” I said, leading her back onto the bed. I laid back and she knelt next to me. I spread my legs slightly and motioned for her to kneel between them. “It’s easy. You know Operation?” I figured a board game reference would help. She nodded. “Your teeth are the edges.” She grinned.

“But what do I do?”

“Whatever you want,” I said.

With that, she reached out and touched my cock with her fingers tracing them up and down my shaft and around the head. It twitched against her touch. “It’s so soft,” she said, and then took it in her hand. “The skin, I mean.” Her nimble hand moved up and down on my shaft and I couldn’t help but gasp. “Does that feel good?”

“What do you think?”

“I think it’s not such a big–” she paused and looked my in the eyes, teasing “–deal.”

“That’s not what I asked.” I said, but as she stroked my cock, I groaned in pleasure.

“I know,” she said, and then bent and kissed the tip of my cock. Her silky red hair fell around her shoulders and onto my hips and thighs, tickling me. I tried not to giggle, but couldn’t help myself. Hannah looked up and saw what I was giggling at and rolled her eyes. She brushed her hair from my skin, licked her lips and kissed the shaft of my cock. The feeling of her moist lips drove any lingering goofiness out of me. Slowly, she kissed her way around my cock, and then touched her tongue to the base of it.

“Uhh,” was all I could muster as she licked up toward the head, her blazing blue eyes fixed on mine. She repeated the process a couple more times, each time letting more of her tongue slide against my hard shaft. When she reached the head for a third time, she closed her eyes and took it into her mouth. For a moment, I felt her hot breath on my loins, and then the warm wetness of her mouth. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, feeling her tongue explore and tease. She slid me out of her mouth and gave me an innocent smile.

“What?” my sister asked, as if she was doing anything other than giving her brother a blowjob. I took my hand and ran it through her hair. I didn’t push her mouth back onto my throbbing erection, though. She did that all on her own, this time her eyes looking deeply into mine as inch after inch of hot meat slid over her tongue. She couldn’t take the whole thing, but there was no way I could care. Slowly, she rose up on it, and then sank back down again. Just watching my cock disappear into my sexy little sister’s mouth was nearly enough to make me come, and as she closed her eyes again and began to bob up and down in earnest, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Up and down her head went, her tongue flicking against my cock, and her hand sliding slickly over the rest of my shaft as it became coated in her saliva.

“Oh, fuck, Hannah!” I moaned feeling my balls tighten. “Oh, fuck, sis! You’re gonna make me cum!” Her eyes shot open and met mine. “You gonna take it?”

“Mmm hmm!” she hummed, her mouth full. The vibration around my cock was the final straw.

“Here it comes!” I cried out as I shot a hot jet of cum into her mouth.

“Mmmmh!” Hannah pulled back, letting me fill her mouth. I felt a little suction and saw her throat work to swallow–just in time, as I spasmed in orgasm and shot a final spurt into her mouth. She closed her lips and pulled up to face me, and I saw her swallow again. A small bead of cum remained on the head of my cock, and I saw her eye it. Wordlessly, she bent and licked it from me.

“Do I taste OK?” I asked.

“What do you think?” she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I think my sister is a sexy little beast!” I said lunging at her and tickling her. She squealed and laughed, and we tumbled onto the bed. “And,” I said, pausing to kiss her, tasting my cum on her lips. “If she’s anything like me, she’s going to want more.”

Hannah’s pink smile curved wryly toward a rosy cheek. “Maybe, but that’s not what I asked,” she teased.

“I know,” I said.

We lay for a while, wordlessly exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. Hannah’s young curves were incredible, so soft and firm. My hand cupped her taut, curved ass, and she sighed and leaned her head against my chest. I let my hand get used to the feeling and then squeezed ever so gently.

“I don’t want to go back to the way things were,” she said suddenly.

“Never,” I reassured her. “We couldn’t if we wanted to.”

“But what about mom and dad? If they find out–“

“They won’t.”

“But how can we do this without them knowing? You know how close they watch us.” Her voice wavered with worry.

“Babe,” I started without thinking, and then started over. “Hannah, things between us will never be the same, but we will have to hide this from them.”

“It’s so stupid!” she complained. “I wish I could go live with you!” She cocked her head suddenly. “Did you just call me ‘babe’?”

“Force of habit,” I said. “Something I use with Carrie. Sorry.”

“It’s fine with me,” she said. “If I’m gonna be your girlfriend.”

“I already have a girlfriend.”

“Than what am I?”

“My sister. My cute and incredibly horny sister!”

She smiled a little. “But–“

“To everyone else, you are my sister,” I said, stopping her. “And you will always have to be. But when we’re alone, you can be whatever you want.”


“Sure,” I said.

“Sister? Lover?” she said, and when she smiled and her brilliant blue eyes seemed to glow.

“All three and more.” I kissed her deeply and took her lower lip and sucked on it as I pulled back. She giggled softly when I let go and her lip snapped back against her teeth. “So,” I said sitting up. “You hungry?”

“Starving!” she said. Outside, the rattling of the rain on the windows had died down slightly. “Can we go get takeout?”

“I dunno,” I said. “It’s still pretty rough out there.”

“Pleeease!” she said popping up off the bed and running to the window.

“Hey!” I almost shouted. She stopped in her tracks. I lowered my voice. “Window?” I asked, gesturing to her naked body.

“I’m just gonna peek,” she said, rolling her eyes again, and then imitated my voice. “Blinds?” Gently, she lifted a louver in the wooden blinds and peered out.

“Raining, but not bad,” she said and turned around. I took in her naked body again.

“I don’t know,” I said. I’d been out in one of these storms before, and driving wasn’t an easy task.

“Please?” she said and then came back over to where I sat on the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs. “It’ll be worth it!” With an evil little smile, she gave my softened cock a kiss. Instantly, it began to harden, but I stood up.

“Ok! Ok!” I said, laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my little sister would be kneeling below me, naked and begging. “Get dressed and call the place to see if they’re open.”

Hannah popped to her feet and was practically running out of the bedroom. “Yaaay!”

“But on the way,” I said as she left, “you’re going to tell me how you became such a little wild thing.” That last word stopped her, and she looked at me stunned. I hoped my smile would assure her I didn’t mean it negatively, but her brow furrowed.

“From you, I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said defensively.

“For you, it couldn’t be anything else,” I said, and saw her smirk as she ran to get her clothes.


The rain beat down on the windshield as I piloted the family station wagon steadily down the road toward town. Hannah had changed back into the clothes she’d been wearing, including the robe, but had plucked the Monopoly money from it. The windshield wipers whipped back and forth as fast as they would go, and I could make out the road before us as a vague gray line.

“So?” I asked.

“So what?”

“So how did you become such a little wildcat?”

Her nose wrinkled at the word again. “Why are you calling me a slut all of a sudden? I thought I was your lover. In private, anyway.”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“So what the hell are you saying? I’m not some hussy!”

“Of course not,” I said, trying to figure out how to explain to her the difference between the way our father and other church people talked about sexuality and the way I was trying to talk about it.

“You’re so full of shit!” she put her face in her hands. “Ugh… this was such a bad idea.”

“Carrie’s at least at wild as you,” I said. That got her attention. Hannah looked at me, confused.

“I thought she was your girlfriend.”

“She is.”

“But she sleeps with other guys?”


“Then how–“

“She’s wild with me.”

“Ugh…” Hannah said, leaning her head against the window and looking out into the rain. “I don’t get it. Why would you say that? It’s demeaning.”

“She started it,” I said. There was a very long pause.

Hannah turned from the window a quizzical look bending her eyebrows into worried shaped. “Go on.”

“I told you about her and girls,” I said my eyes concentrating on the road. “Well, she’s open–sexually, I mean. She’s an anything-goes kinda girl. And she really likes it and wants it a lot–but just with me, sorta.”

“Sorta?” Hannah was genuinely interested.

“Remember when I said that Carrie and I have an arrangement about her and her need for pussy?” A pause. My eyes were glued to the road. “Did you just nod?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, when she wants pussy, she just tells me before she sleeps with another girl.”

“So you’ve slept with two girls at the same time?!”

I laughed. “Oh! No! Well, not yet, anyway. The girls she’s hooked up with since we’ve been together have been lesbians or other bi girls, like her, but the possibility is there.” Hannah went back to staring out the window, and I let the matter rest.

The neon signs of the Chinese restaurant glowed up ahead and I pulled into their parking lot. Without a word, Hannah took the money and dashed through the rain and disappeared inside the restaurant. Moments later, she reappeared and hopped into the car, her fiery red hair darkened in spots where it had become wet.

We were about halfway home when she asked, “What makes you think I’m some sort of slut?”

“Well you–” I found myself at a loss for words. “You–” I tried again, but for some reason, the words wouldn’t come.


I looked over at her and saw her looking at me strangely, like she knew exactly what I was going to say. “You!!” I hollered. She giggled. “You are evil!”

“Shhh!” she hushed me, still giggling, and turned faux serious for a moment. “You know what dad says about those kinds of accusations.”

I mirrored her seriousness. “Oh, of course!” I cleared my throat and did my best impression of our father. “I believe, young lady, you are playing games with me.”

“Of course, dummy!”

“So how?! I mean with mom and dad and the church–“

She held up a hand to silence me, and then found the lever to recline the passenger seat all the way back. “If you’re gonna psychoanalyze me, I should be laying down.”

“Pfff…” I scoffed. “So?”

“I dunno,” she said. “Why you, Mike? You ended up lying to our family just to go to college, and once you got there you hooked up with some chick who likes to eat pussy occasionally.”

“I only found out about that stuff when I left home,” I admitted. “Maybe I went too far too fast.” Regrets about my relationship with Carrie began to sneak into my mind, but I shook them out. “You’re still stuck here.”

“Then you are a dummy,” she said. I fell silent. It hadn’t occurred to me that I could have found out about the outside world before leaving. “Did you ever touch yourself before you left?”

“Of course.”

“So?” she asked, leading. “What did you think about while you did?”

“I’d rather not–“

“Oh, come on!”

I sighed, and my attention to the road wavered for a second. The car swerved, and I put us back on the right track. “Fine. I was thinking about….” I trailed off. I couldn’t honestly remember. I thought back. Lying in bed awake at night, I had stroked my cock and felt ripples of pleasure flow over me. What had happened that day? We had gone down to Miami for a church function. I was in a hotel. Hannah had been arguing with their father about swimwear. She wanted to wear a two-piece, but he insisted that she at least display some sort of modesty and stick with an ill-fitting one-piece swimsuit. “We were in Florida,” I said eventually. “I saw you in that two-piece suit.”

“I was fourteen!” she said, just a tiny edge to her voice.

“It was green,” I said. “Like your robe. You look beautiful in green.”

She blushed. “Still–“

“So,” I said quickly. “You apparently had a head start on me. What did you think about?”

“Who else could I think about? Those church kids are crazy.”

“Well, that makes me feel a lot better,” I grumbled. Maybe this was a bad idea. “I’m sorry you were stuck with me.”

“Mike,” I felt her hand on my thigh. “I mean, who else could I think of? I mean, look at you.”

I looked at my face in the rearview mirror. I didn’t see it. I mean, I got it: I was a decent looking guy who made a point of it to stay fit–but I always heard girls whispering at school about other guys. I’d never figured that those whispers might have been about me when I wasn’t present. “Looks aren’t the only thing,” I said, guardedly.

“I know,” she said, “but you’ve always been so good to me.”

“Well, I’m your–“

She waved me off. “Brother. I know. But it’s more than that. Maybe you don’t know it, but it always went past that.”


“Remember that time when we went to the state fair? Pretty much that whole day.”

I thought back again, replaying that day in my mind. “I won a bear for you. And you threw YOURSELF ON ME IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE!!” I was practically shouting with astonishment. “You did that on purpose?!”

“And you hugged me back,” she said.

“Of course,” I said. “My little sister was scared.”

We turned onto our street, and then into our driveway. “Believe what you want,” Hannah said. “Facts are facts. We’re in love.”

I turned off the car and for a split second of silence, the rain pounded against the metal. “You also conveniently never answered my question. How did you become so wild?”

“If you have to ask, you’ll never know,” she said and opened the door, taking the bag of food in her arms.

“Bullshit,” I said. “That’s a cop-out and you know it.”

But Hanna just smiled sarcastically at me and ran out into the rain.


The romantic comedy was the obvious choice for the next movie, and we let it run as we ate, occasionally feeding each other with chopsticks. Hannah took off her robe so the sleeves wouldn’t drag in the sauce, and I took the opportunity to curl an arm behind her, up her shirt and around her belly. She scooted closer, and we enjoyed each other’s warmth. Halfway through the movie, the phone rang. It was dad. “Hold on,” I said. “I’ll put you on speakerphone.”

“Daddy?” Hannah asked, changing her tone of voice into something a little more innocent.

“Hi sweetie!” he said.

“Hey ya!”

“Are you kids OK?”

“Of course,” I said. “The rain’s heavy but not too bad.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised. “When’s the last time you turned on the news? The storm has turned north, you’re probably going to get hit pretty bad tonight. Are all the shutters closed?”

“Not yet,” I admitted. “I didn’t think it would get worse.”

“That’s fine,” he said, “but as soon as we’re off the phone, you go and close those shutters.”

“Yes sir.” I said.

“Good man,” he said. “Turns out, with the storm changing direction, we won’t be able to come back until late tomorrow night. Will you be OK?”

“Sure,” I said. “We even have a little extra Chinese food, so we’ll just reheat that.”

“You went driving?”

“It wasn’t bad out when we went. Must’ve hit a lull.”

“Lucky you,” he said. “But stay in until it clears, understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good,” she said. “Are you taking care of your sister?”

“Still on speakerphone, daddy!” she chimed in, leaning on my shoulder.

He laughed a hearty, wholesome laugh. “Of course! How are you doing? Mike’s keeping you company, right? He doesn’t have his nose buried in one of his books?”

“He’s been with me the whole time,” she said, slipping a hand under my shirt and running in over my chest. “We played Monopoly!”

“You didn’t let him win, did you?”

“Of course not!” she said indignantly, and then slipped her hand into my pants. I felt her nimble fingers run across my cock. I tried very hard not to make a single sound. “But that didn’t stop him from taking everything.” On that last word, her hand gripped my hardening cock.

“Good!” he said. “Well, I should let you go so your brother can close those shutters. Stay safe!”

“Will do,” I said, finger on the Talk button. There was silence on the other line, but no click. Hannah leaned in to say something to me, but I halted her.

“You mother says she’ll try calling tomorrow around midday to check in,” he said. “Since we’re stuck here, I’ve offered to head a couple of panels.”

“Good luck!” Hannah said.

“Thanks, sweetie,” he said. “We’ll be back in no time. God bless!”

“God bless!” we both echoed out of habit.

Now came the click, and I hit the talk button on the phone, but I double-checked to make sure it was completely hung up. Hannah’s hand was still fondling my cock, but I gently pulled her arm away. “You are a menace!” I whispered. “When you’re on with mom, I’m gonna do … something.”

“Oooh!” she said, feigning fear. “Something!”

“You’re such a brat!” I said, and grabbed her waist and pulled her into a kiss that lasted a good long time. When we pulled back, our eyes met. “But you’re my little brat.”

“Pff!” Ankara escort bayan she scoffed, pushing away with both arms. “Go close those shutters so we can finish the movie.”

“What are you gonna give me?” I asked fatuously, turning for the door. She slapped me hard on the ass, and I jumped. “OK! I’m goin’, I’m goin’!”

Taking an umbrella would be pointless, since I’d need both hands to close the storm shutters. My only hope of not getting completely soaked was to work quickly. I ran through the rain, skirting the house until I reached the first set of shutters. Unlatching them from the house, I closed them firmly and locked them together. The rain was definitely coming down harder. It was the evening and if we could have seen it through the clouds, we would have seen the sun setting behind the hills. A flash of lightning suddenly lit up the darkened evening, making everything bright as day. The storm definitely was getting worse. I picked up the pace and ran to the next set of shutters, closing them, locking them, and moving on to the next. By the time I reached the last set of shutters, the wind was howling around the house, throwing stinging rain into my eyes. I no longer had any illusions of coming back inside anything less than soaked to the bone.

As I took the last shutter in hand, I noticed something through the window. Hannah stood warm and dry on the other side, and she stuck her tongue out, blowing a raspberry. When I made a sad face at her, she smiled and began lifting her shirt up. It was just the distraction I didn’t need.

A sudden gust of wind ripped the shutter from my hand, and in slow motion I saw Hannah’s face change. The shutter banged against the house, rebounded, and before I could react, I felt a thumping on my upper back and the ground rushed up to meet me.

The next thing I knew, Hannah was kneeling over me shouting something over the howling wind and rain. I looked up at her and smiled. “Come on, Mike! We’ve gotta get inside!” she shouted above the roar. Slowly, I sat up and shook off the daze. The shutter still banged against the house.

“Help me close the shutter!” I shouted, and my sister nodded, helping me to my feet. Struggling against the wind, we closed the shutters, leaning on them long enough to get the lock in place. Finished, we rounded the corner of the house and bolted through the front door, slamming it and locking it behind us.

For a moment, we stood leaning against the door, catching our breath. When I looked over at Hannah, she was soaked, and her church camp T-shirt clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination–not that I needed to imagine anymore. She turned to me, shivering slightly, more from the adrenaline than the wet cold.

“Are you OK?” she asked.

“I think so,” I said, feeling myself for cuts and bumps. I luckily wasn’t concussed. “I think it hit me straight on. Probably just knocked the wind out of me.”

She threw herself on me, hugging me tight. “I’m sorry!”

I wrapped my arms around her, but pulled back a little. Her hair clung to her face and neck and hung around her head in dark orange ropes. I brushed some of it away from her eyes and left a dark brown streak. “Uh oh.”

“Wha–” she said, touching her face, and suddenly, she noticed. “Oh God! You’re so muddy! Look at you!” She led me to the hall mirror, and I stood there trying to find my own image through the muddy specter staring back at me. I looked like Swamp Thing. “Take off your shoes!” she demanded. I slipped them off, and she led me to her bathroom, where she helped me peel off my wet and muddy clothes. In return, I stripped off her t-shirt. She hadn’t put her bra back on, and the nipples on her perfect pale breasts were hard from the wet chill. Her sweatpants sagged with the weight of the water and hardly needed any encouragement to come squishing down around her feet. Again, no underwear. For a moment, we stood outside the shower while the water warmed, our hands exploring.

“You really are beautiful,” I whispered into her ear. She just smiled and gently pushed me toward the shower.

“And cold,” she said.

The warmth of the water immediately carried away the cold, and I felt the mud oozing off of my face and arms. I closed my eyes and let the water run on my face, and soon I felt Hannah’s hands on my back. I was sore where the shutter had slammed against me, but the feeling of her hands on my skin seemed to melt the pain away. I opened my eyes and turned toward her, and couldn’t help but smirk.

“What?” she asked.

“You have a bigger shower than I do,” I said.

“Of course I do,” she said, taking her breasts in her hands. They weren’t large enough to sag, but they were enough to fill her hands. “I need room for these.”

I took them in my hands and watched trails of water trickle between them. “I won’t argue with you there.” Leaning in, I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked it and flicked it with my tongue. She made a pleasant purring sound and I felt her hands on my head. I reached back and slid a hand onto her ass.

“Mmmm…” she purred again, and then pushed me away from her breast. “I wanna go all the way.” She stared her blazing blue eyes directly into mine. This was no idle request.

“We should’ve got condoms while we were out,” I said, kicking myself in the brain.

“No need,” she said, grinning.


“You remember how I used to get really, really bad cramps with my period?”

“Yeah–wait, what happened?”

“Mom and dad talked to the doctor, and they decided to put me on the pill,” she said. “It helps a little.”

“How?!” I was mind blown. Mom and dad talked about the evils of contraception practically every Sunday.

“It was a hard decision, but they decided that as long as I wasn’t using it primarily as contraception, it’d be OK. Why do you think they’ve been extra protective of me?” It really did all fit right into place.

“Fuck me,” I said, astonished.

“No, fuck me,” she said.

“You’re sure?”

“Mike, I know I’m your little sister and you want to treat me nice, but I know you want it, too.” Her fingers slid over my cock, which had become rock hard just from the idea. “And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have for my first time.”

“OK,” I said, a frog in my throat. “But not here. Not for our first time, anyway.”

“Fine,” she said, turning off the water. “But promise me one thing.”


“When we hit the bed, you don’t treat me like your little sister,” she said, still staring into my eyes, her hair dripping. “You said when we’re alone, we can be anything. So treat me like your lover.”

“Sure,” I said.

We toweled off as quickly as we could, and hurried into her room. Indeed, the moment we hit the bed, I kissed her the way I’d wanted to kiss her since this whole crazy episode began. I could feel her hands all over me, grabbing and stroking and clawing. I kissed my way down to her breasts again and felt her gasp as I nibbled and sucked and licked. “Oh, God, Mike!” she moaned breathily.

I moved down and began kissing her belly until I reached her pussy, which I gave a quick peck before kissing the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was quick and ragged, and if her passion was burning as hotly as mine, she was going to be begging soon. I teased her smooth pink labia a few times and then spread her open and explored her cunt with my tongue. “Ahh!” she cried out when I flicked her clit.

When I could tell her juices were flowing and she was delirious, I positioned my cock at her slick entrance. Her eyes popped open, and for a few seconds I used her juices to lube the tip of my cock. “Do it!” she whispered. I pushed slowly, feeling the tight warmth of her young pussy. “Oh!” she cried out when I hit her hymen. I stopped and backed up a bit, and when her eyes met mine, I pushed in with one stroke until I was fully inside her. “AIEEE!” she squealed through gritted teeth and clenched her eyes shut. I stayed buried in her hot young pussy, letting her get used to the feel of my cock inside her.

When she reopened her eyes, I pulled back until I was nearly out, and then I pushed back into her. “Oh, shit!” she moaned.

“You OK?” I asked. I knew it could hurt for a while. I stayed buried in her again, feeling her muscles massage my cock.

“Oh hell yeah!” She must have seen my confusion. “I thought it was gonna hurt more, too, but it was just a pinch. That’s it. Oh God, Mike! Your cock feels so good! Now fuck me!”

I began fucking her, slowly at first, and saw her tits jiggle with each thrust. “Oh, Hannah,” I moaned into her hair, and felt her clit grind against my pubic bone. I began fucking her harder and faster, and her mouth gaped and her back arched.

“Ah! Ah! Oh!” my sister cried in ecstasy as I fucked her. Before she could come, though, I pulled out of her. “Oh, fuck! What the hell?!” But before she could complain any further, I rolled her over and pulled her butt off the bed until she was on her hands and knees. She looked back and I shot her a quick wink before burying my cock in her again. “AHH! Yeah!” she hollered above the roar of the storm. I grabbed the pale globes of her ass and squeezed as I rammed into her again and again. She hung her head between her shoulders and made pleasured panting sounds, and I could tell she would be getting close to coming soon. I looked down and watched my cock stretch her young cunt, and the thought that I was fucking my sister no longer lingered as a hang-up. Hannah was right, I’d wanted this from the beginning and denying it was foolish. Somewhere along the line, the thought of fucking my sister had actually become a huge turn-on. If she wanted to know what I’d been up to for the last year, I was going to show her everything.

But not right this moment. Right now, I was going to keep it simple. Hannah had her head pressed into the sheets and was making quick whimpering noises, probably right on the edge. Again, I took my cock from her and heard a frustrated groan. But I quickly laid back on the bed, cock sticking up, and when she saw this she paused. I motioned for her to get on top, and without a moment’s hesitation, she threw a leg over me and slid down until her clit ground against the base of my cock again. When she pulled up, I saw her eyes roll back. I put my hands on her hips and drew her back down, and we repeated this rhythm, gaining speed. Her pink pussy lips stretched, and I felt muscles ripple and squeeze around my cock as the tension built in her. It wouldn’t be long for her or me.

She slammed herself down on me and squealed. “Oh shit… fuck!” She began rocking her hips against mine and arched her back, and I reached up and took her tits in my hands. As she ground her clit into me, the rippling of her muscles around my cock became too much.

“Oh fuck!” I groaned as I shot my load deep into her. I felt her hands cover mine, pressing them harder into her young tits.

“Oh! I’m coming!” she cried, her head tilted back. “I’m fucking coming!” I felt her spasm and jerk and then she collapsed on top of me, panting. My cock was still spasming and spurting, and with each, I felt Hannah’s body twitch in response. She buried her head in my shoulder, and I ran my hands over her back, down over her ass and back up, soothing her. Her muscles relaxed and she melted into me. “Fuh cun frfrprfuh huff uh pruhff uck boo.”

I chuckled. “Pardon?”.

“Fuh cun frfrprfuh huff uh pruhff uck boo,” she repeated, her face still buried in my shoulder.

“Sorry, sis,” I said. “Normally I’d say, ‘speak directly into the mic,’ but I think this might be a little too literal.” This got a silent giggle from her, and her body shook on top of mine.

“I said, ‘Why can’t everyone have a brother like you?'” she said, raising her face to meet mine. I’d never seen such happiness from her. Lingering doubts told me that I was just seeing what I wanted to see, that I was just taking advantage of her, and I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. When I opened my eyes again, the same look remained. “Speechless?”

“I’m just trying to figure out if this is real or not,” I confessed. She kissed me, and my mind melted.

“Did that feel real enough?”

“Uh huh.”


“So I’m trying to figure out how I got so lucky.”

“We. We got lucky,” she said.

“Luckier than I could have ever imagined,” I said. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“As more than just your brother.”

“I know,” she beamed. “I love you, too. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while. I want to stay like this.”

My softened cock slipped out of her. Nice timing. “Well, there goes that idea,” I joked.

“I meant like…” she paused and slid off of me. “Like more than just your kid sister.”

“I know,” it was my turn to say.

“You can still have Carrie, though,” she said, her hand running over my chest and belly and back again.

“Oh, thanks,” I said ironically.

“You’re welcome.” She pinched my nipple and giggled. “And…” she took a breath and let it out.


She rested her chin on my chest and stared into my eyes. There was clearly something brewing that bothered her. “And… I…” she let out her breath and then inhaled sharply. “Maybe you could introduce me to her,” she rattled off quickly. I saw where this was going.

“You know,” I said. “You don’t have to like girls just because my girlfriend does. We can still be together without her. I don’t want you to feel any pressure.”

“That’s not it at all!” she said, surprise in her voice. “I know I’m younger than you, but I do know that I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.”

“Then what is it?”

She slid off the bed and took my hand, pulling me with her. “I want to show you something,” she said. We went to her closet and she knelt down and loosened a floorboard. Popping it up, she stuck her hand in the gap and retrieved a handful of polaroids. Without a word, she handed them to me and looked silently at the floor. These were from a couple years ago, by the look of them. They started out innocently enough: Hannah and her best friend, Sandy, a plain-looking brunette a year older than Hannah with thick-rimmed glasses. They were at church camp, and the first few of them were of them on a hike or standing in a field. All of them featured one of their arms stretched into the foreground; one or the other of them had taken these. In one, Sandy was planting a little kiss on Hannah’s cheek. In the next, Hannah was kissing Sandy’s cheek. The next raised my eyebrows: Sandy’s face peeked mischievously from behind Hannah’s head, and the girl’s hands were squeezing my sister’s breasts; Hannah was making a feigned look of surprise, her eyes wide and mouth in a little O. The next one had the roles reversed. It was becoming clear that half of these were meant for the other girl to have. In the next two, the girls were kissing mouth to mouth, and the two that followed pictured that kiss becoming deeper. There was no sex or anything beyond the superficial boob grabbing in the photos, but the point was clear. Hannah had had feelings for this girl.

“I’m sorry,” I said, handing the photos back.

“So you know?” Hanna placed the photos back in the floor and replaced the board. I nodded. Sandy’s proclivities had been discovered, and her parents, rather than be rejected by the church, had disowned her and kicked her out of the house with nothing but a few hundred dollars and a suitcase. The last anyone had heard from her, she had taken the train north.

I placed a hand on my sister’s shoulder. “They tried to keep it quiet, but you can’t keep anything a secret here,” I said.

“So you know why I need to get out,” she said, standing.

“You don’t need to have sex with me to do that, you know,” I said. But my sentence was punctuated with a slap to the face.

“You ass!” Fury burned behind Hannah’s eyes. “I said I love you and I do!”

“OK, OK,” I said. “I love you too.” Another slap came, but I grabbed Hannah’s wrist before she connected. She tried with the other hand, and I stopped that one, too. “Stop it!”

“I’m so sick of lying!” she said, the fury turning to grief. “I can’t do it anymore!”

“You have to,” I said. “To our parents, to the church, to your friends, to the mailman–but not to me, not anymore.” I let go of her wrists and hugged her to me. “OK?”

“OK,” she said and wrapped her arms around me. I kissed her on the top of the head.

“So why the act?” I changed the subject slightly.

“What act?”

“When I said that Carrie likes girls, why’d you make your icky face?” I scrunched up my face to imitate her famous look of squeamish disgust. A small smile returned to her lips.

“I had to be sure you weren’t screwing with me.”

“That sounds a little paranoid.”

“Exhibit A,” she said, gesturing to the floorboard.

“No,” I shook my head. “I mean your brother just had his face buried in your pussy.”

Now she grinned broadly, and I could feel her body relax. “Good point.”


We cleaned ourselves up, put on some clothes, put away the food, and met back in the living room to finish the movie. Hannah laid her head in my lap and curled up on the couch. I ran my fingers through her hair and felt an unknown sense of happiness fill me up. I heard her sigh and snuggle closer. “Are you tired?” I asked.

“Not even a little bit,” she said, rolling over to face up at me. “Besides, I think you have more to show me before we can sleep.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Suddenly, a crack-boom shook the house and the living room snapped into darkness. For a moment, we stayed still, listening to the roar of the storm around the house. With the shutters closed, little light would have come in from the outside, but it was night, and it appeared that the power had gone out for the whole neighborhood. I could feel my sister breathing, head still on my lap.

“Well, crap,” Hannah said and sat up. “Let’s go get the candles.” She led, and I followed, feeling our way through the pitch-black living room. “OWW!” she yelped suddenly.


“I stepped on a house,” she said, referring to the game we’d neglected to put away.

“How do you know it was a house?”

“I just know!” She giggled and kept moving, and I kept following. “Hey, where are the candles, anyway?”

“Third drawer from the left of the fridge, second from the bottom.” We stopped and let our eyes adjust. “That way.”

“Which way?”

“That way,” I said, finding her arm and pointing it in the direction of the large white smudge. But before I let go, I slipped my other hand around and caressed her pert breast over her shirt, pressing her backward into me. I kissed her neck and behind the ear. She moaned softly and melted into me. I took the hand on her arm and moved it under her shirt, caressing her other breast. Again, she hadn’t bothered to put on a bra. Her warm flesh felt smooth and firm in my hand, and I gave it a squeeze.

“Mmm,” she hummed. I felt her hand on the outside of my pants, rubbing my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “We gotta stop.”

“I don’t want to,” she breathed.

“No, we have to. We need to get the candles set up.”


She had a point. I couldn’t think of a single reason. “So we can see?” I tried.

“We don’t need to see, do we?”

“But you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so sweet,” she said, leaving the rest unsaid. She still hadn’t turned around, and my hands remained on her tits. She had put her robe back on, and its bulk was seriously impeding my progress.

“Fine,” I said. “But not here.”

“Aww! Why not?”

Finally, I saw the oppportunity to open up a new avenue with her. “You want to know more of what Carrie and I do?”

“Mmhmm,” she affirmed, squirming against me.

I span her around and shed her robe in one motion. Before she could say anything, I lifted her shirt above her head. “Whoah!” she said. “I thought you said–” but her words stopped as, in a second fluid motion, I yanked her pants down. While I was squatting and pulling her feet from the pants, I grabbed the cloth cinch from the robe. Again, I noticed she wore no panties. I stood and grabbed her to me, kissing her deeply. As soon as she relaxed, I took her hands and pulled them together behind her. As I bound them with the robe’s cloth belt, her voice took on a worried tone. “Wait. What are you doing?”

“Shh,” I shushed her, and wound the rest of the cinch around my hand to make sure I wouldn’t lose it in the dark. “Come.” I led her through the dark in the direction of her room. When we reached it, I felt around and found one of the bottom posts of her bed.

“Hey,” she said seriously. “Maybe I’d like to see, after all.”

“OK,” I said, pulling her down to her knees and tying her hands to the base of the post. I turned around and lit a candle on her dresser, and when I turned around, Hannah’s sweet young body was bathed in the flickering amber light. Despite the obvious lust in the air, her blue eyes tried to hide her misgivings, but this time there was no going back. As she knelt, bound, I stripped out of my clothes and heard her take in a nervous breath as I stepped out of my pants and toward her, erect cock pointing at her face. “Take it,” I said gruffly, and her eyes widened. “Take it!” I repeated. Her lips parted, and I slid my cock into her mouth. Any pretense of unwillingness disappeared when she began flicking her tongue around my cock head. As I slid more and more into her mouth, the flicking continued down the shaft until she drew back when I hit the back of her throat. Hannah gagged, and I pulled back, but not all the way out. I could tell she’d recovered when I felt her tongue exploring again. I slid forward again, but not as far. She could learn to take all of me some other time. For the moment, I took pleasure in fucking my little sister’s face. I slid in and out of her mouth, feeling her tongue swirling around my cock, until drool began to drip from her chin. The sight of it was almost too much for me, and I had to pull away.

“Is that it?” Hannah teased, catching her breath. I knelt on the floor in front of her and wiped the drool from her chin. Feeling it coat my fingers, I dropped my hand to her pussy and slipped two fingers in with ease. “Oh fuck!” she cried, but I clasped my other hand over her mouth and pushed her backward until I pinned her head to the foot of the bed. At that angle, still on her knees and her weight back, her legs spread open even more, and I began finger fucking her in earnest, rubbing her sensitive little clit with my thumb. “Mmmmph!” she cried through my hand as she bucked against my fingers. “Mmmph!” I stooped and kissed her firm young breasts. It was a dream come true, and it was about to get better.

Without ceremony, I removed my fingers from her pussy, untied her from the bed post, and tossed her up onto the bed like a sack of laundry, where, hands still bound behind her, she bounced. Before she could recover, I turned her onto her stomach and lifted her butt off the bed until her knees supported her. For a second or two, I savored the image of my little sister naked, face pressed into the sheets, and ass high in the air, wet and waiting. I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid the head up and down the length of her slit. She tried to push back against me, but I grabbed her ass and held her still. “Mike,” she groaned. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I said wryly.

“It Escort Ankara is!” she said.

“You’re my little sister!” I argued fatuously again. “And you’re all tied up. Maybe I’m forcing you into this.”

“You’re not! Just put it in!”

“I dunno…” I said, teasing her clit with the head of my cock.

“Please!” she begged. “Fuck me! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” I asked. This was new, and I was intrigued.


“Do you love me?”

“Yes! I love you, Mike! I want you! Please!”

“Ok!” I said, and plunged my cock into her until my hips slapped against her ass.

“Oh fuck yeah!” she cried, relief in her voice. I let her pussy squeeze my cock like a vise.

“God you have such a tight pussy,” I groaned as I gripped her ass and pulled back. I slammed into her again and she moaned louder. Soon, I was fucking her steadily. Watching my cock disappear over and over into my squirming sister was exhilarating. Soon she began to pant loudly, and I knew she was close. I plunged into her harder and faster, and her firm ass slapped against me.

“Oh, God, Mike!” she squealed, as she came. “You’re making me come!” Her pussy clamped down on my cock, but I didn’t stop. “Oh fuck!” she cried again. “I’m coming! Ohhhhhh!!” I felt her come, and her body relaxed. She panted and sighed softly. Slowly, I began sliding my still-hard cock out of her, but just as the tip was popping out, I slammed it back into her. She shrieked with surprise, but I grabbed her ass and began fucking her roughly. “Aah!” she yelled into the sheets. “Mike! It’s too much! Stop!” I stopped and reached down underneath Hannah, and when my fingers found her clit they came away slippery.

“Nice try, sis,” I said. “But it seems like you want more. Do you want more?”

“Uh uh,” she said, shaking her head into the sheets.

With my slippery fingers, I gently stroked her clit. My cock felt her young pussy clamp down as her body jumped. “You sure?” I slowly eased my cock in and out of her a couple times while rubbing her clit with my fingers. I heard her moan. With my free hand, I reached forward and wrapped her hair around my hand. When I pulled back on it, lifting her head back and her front end off the bed, her pussy was driven back on to my cock.

She cried out, “No!”

“No what?”

“I’m not sure!”

“You want to come again?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.


“Yes!” she said. “Make me come again!” With that, I let go of her hair, dropping her back to the bed, and began fucking her with renewed vigor, rubbing her clit with my fingers. “Oh, fuck!” she moaned. Her hot wetness was the perfect sheath for my cock, and every molecule of my body wanted to fill her with cum, but there was more in store for her.

Hannah’s face was turned to the side on the bed, and when our eyes met, I broke character. “I love you,” I said.

She smiled and said, “I know, bro. Now go back to Mean Mike. I was liking that version.”

I winked and then scrunched my face back into its tough, controlling look. “Fine. Have it your way.” My little sister yelped as I slammed into her pussy. I stroked her clit with my slippery fingers a little more, and then I brought them up and placed the tip of my index finger against her puckered asshole.

“Mike!” she said, startled. But I kept fucking her steadily. “I–oh!–I–oh fuck!–don’t know–” But I cut her train of thought off when I slid my finger in to the first knuckle. “AH!” I slid it into the second knuckle, and from the inside, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. “Ah shit!!” Hannah hissed between clenched teeth. I slid my finger back out to the first knuckle, and Hannah made a guttural sound of relief I’d never heard from her before. I slid my finger back into her ass, and slowly began to repeat the process until I was finger fucking her ass and ramming my cock into her pussy simultaneously. Before I knew it, my little sister was bucking her body shamelessly in the throes of passion. “God! Fuck!” she squealed, and began to shake. “Oh Mike! I’m coming! I’m coming so hard!” Her body spasmed and then her pussy clamped down on my cock and her ass tightened around my finger. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to fill her with cum. She shook and swore and moaned, and then went still.

When her pussy released its death grip on my cock, I began easing it out, and heard Hannah’s satisfied sigh. I pushed back into her. “Oh fuck,” she groaned. “No more… please.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, pumping in and out of her slowly. “I’m just making sure my cock’s nice and slick.”

“For what?”

“For this,” I said, taking my cock from her pussy. I slid my finger from her ass, and she gasped with relief, but I immediately pressed my cock head against her asshole.

“Oh, shit,” she said with genuine fear.

“Just relax,” I said, untying her hands. She immediately propped her self up, but didn’t pull away.

“It won’t fit!” she groaned as I pressed.

“Remember when you said you’d do anything?” I reminded her.

“I didn’t know that meant–AAIEE!” she yelped as the head of my cock popped into her virgin ass.

“Take it,” I said, letting her get used to my intruding cock. When I heard her breathing even out, I pushed gently.

“Uhhn!” Hannah groaned as, little by little, I disappeared into her tight, young ass. Eventually I felt her ass cheeks against my hips and her anus gripping the base of my cock.

“Oh, fuck…” I breathed, looking down. My cock was buried to the hilt in my little sister’s ass. “God, sis, your ass is so tight.”

“Is that it?” she asked, a little disappointment in her voice.


“I thought it’d hurt more,” she said, her face taut.

“Am I hurting you?”

“A little, but it also feels kinda good. Just be gentle, ok?” I nodded and pulled out until just the head was in her, and then slid back in gently until I bottomed out in her again. Her eyes clenched shut and mouth went agape. “Ah!” I waited a moment, but she looked back at me. “Oh, Mike, what are you waiting for? Do that again!” I withdrew and then pushed back into her ass again, and Hannah’s face resumed its contortions. Slowly, I fell into a rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her ass, feeling its tightness. As I fucked her ass, I could see pleasure and pain dance across her body. When she began making guttural whimpering moans, I knew I wasn’t going to last long at all.

“Oh fuck,” I said. “I’m gonna come!”

“God, yeah!” my sister urged me on. “Do it!” That was all I needed. I felt my balls tighten, and a flood of warmth washed over me as I thrust deeply one last time and filled my sisters ass with my hot semen. “Oh, God, Mike! I can feel it in me. Fill me up!”

“Oh yeah!” I moaned. My body twitched and I kept filling her ass with cum until I was drained dry. For a few long moments, we remained joined, panting, unaware of the passage of time. Then, when I regained my senses, I pulled my softening cock slowly from my little sister’s ass. She collapsed sideways onto the bed, and I fell onto her, covering her in kisses as she recovered.

She looked me in the eyes said seriously, “Mike … I ….” But she couldn’t finish before collapsing into a heap of laughter.

“Is something funny?” I asked. She shook her head. “Then–“

She kissed me, and I felt her shaking. “I feel like I’m dreaming,” she said, and tried to cough away the giggles, to no avail. Apparently I was making a dumb look of confusion, because she added, “I never thought I’d get to have any of this. I always thought I was going to be stuck in this stupid, closed-off life forever. And I got to have it with you!” She coughed again. “I think my brain’s backfiring!” She saw my face and looked worried, and then something in her brain clicked into place. She laughed from the belly. “You were worried?!”

“I wanted it so much–wanted you so much,” I said, not seeing the humor, and feeling sudden shame.

“You think you took advantage of me?” she asked. I nodded. “Good,” she said, lacing her fingers together behind her head and laying back with a satisfied sigh. Her arms angled like wings next to her head, and her firm young breasts, dotted with sweat, jutted up toward the ceiling a she arched her back and stretched. “Because you did. And it was so damn good.”

“You wanted–” It had been so obvious!

“Of course, dummy!” She looked at my dumbstruck expression. “I’m not the precious little flower dad thinks I am. I can think for myself. And that means that sometimes I just want to get used.”

“But before, when we were in the car,” I stammered. “You were pretending again!”

“Duh!” she rolled her eyes and hugged me to her. “I mean… I don’t want it like that all the time. I still want to be your lover and your bratty little sister. I want to be your everything and I want you to be mine. Occasionally, that means that I’m going to want to be used, to do with as you want. And sometimes I’m going to want to use you. Is that ok with you?”

“It is,” I said and kissed her. “I guess I’m just still in shock that I just fucked my little sister in the ass.”

“Oh, come off it,” she said. “I finally got to check a few big things off my to-do list all for the first time–and the icing on the cake is that I got to do it with my big brother. I can’t think of anyone better.”

“Well,” I said, feeling my sense of humor return. “I guess that’s that.”

“I guess so!” she said, grinning, her blue eyes and red hair blazing like ice and fire, even in the dim candle light.

We laid together for a while longer, until the power came back on, and then jumped into the shower, where we both looked on in amusement as from between Hannah’s spread legs, cum oozed out of her ass and plopped to the shower floor. As we washed each other off, there was no place on either one of us that the other didn’t give close attention. We had never been cleaner in our lives.

For the rest of the night, we cleaned up the living room, put all contraband movies away, and generally made the house look as if we hadn’t used it as a den of sin. When we were done, we went to Hannah’s room and shed our clothes once again, but this time, we crawled under the sheets and kissed until we fell asleep.


The quiet of the morning was shattered by the ringing of the phone next to Hannah’s bed. Waking with a groan, my little sister reached out from under the covers and pulled the receiver off its cradle and brought it under the covers.

“Hullo?” she answered groggily. “Hey daddy. Uh huh … Uh huh … No … No, the power went out last night, and then went back on when we were already asleep.” Her voice rose almost imperceptibly, but enough to put me on notice, when she said, “When?” Our father had heard the rise. “No, it’s fine. I was just sleeping in. I’ll go wake up Mike. Yeah. See you soon!” She hung up casually, and without coming out from under the covers, she put the receiver back on the cradle. “Mike?”


“They caught an early flight, and it’s leaving in a few minutes,” she said.

“So, they’ll be here at, what, noon?”

“One-ish, dad said. They have to go through baggage claim.”

“Sounds like we have some time to kill,” I said. “Wanna go get pancakes?”

“‘Kay,” she said, but remained motionless. I pulled the covers down, and curled next to me on the bed was my naked sister. She opened one eye accusingly. And then her eye swept my body. “You’re naked.”

“So are you,” I said. “My beautiful little sister.”

She paused a moment and then said, “So we really did it, huh?” I nodded. “Is this what it’s like the morning after? Waking up with my big brother all to myself.”

“Must be,” I said with a grin.

“Good,” she said, and got up suddenly, pushing me onto my back and swinging a leg over me, straddling my belly. I looked down and saw that beautiful pink pussy, and as I followed the pale, slightly freckled curves of her body upward, I gazed upon her firm round breasts and pert nipples. I followed up from there, and saw Hannah’s face, her full pink lips smooshed into a smirk and her ice-blue eyes staring down at me expectantly. “Because I wanna go again.”

“You want to risk it?”

“You do,” she said, reaching back and feeling my rock hard cock. I’d given myself away. “And I’m going to make you promise some things to me.”

“Are you now,” I said more than asked.

“I am,” she said, lifting herself over my cock, hesitating for a second in a tease, and then scooting down to lay between my legs, my cock rising like a tower in front of her face.

“You know you don’t need to convince me to promise anything, right?”

She traced her tongue lightly from the base of my cock up to its head, filling my body with ecstasy. “Oh, yeah?”

“You’re my sister,” I said. “I’d do anything for you.”

She did it again, and I gasped. “I want your promises as my lover, too,” she said, and I felt her hot breath teasing me.

“Anything,” I said as she caressed my cock with her hands.

“I want you to introduce me to your girlfriend,” she said.

“You know that doesn’t automatically mean she’s going to like you, right? She’s a person,” I said. “With feelings. Maybe we’ve done too much too quickly.” It bothered me that Hannah, the sweet girl I knew, seemed to be taking to all this just a little too quickly. It excited me, too, but we would need to be cautious.

“I know. You think we’re moving too fast,” she said, seemingly psychically. “And maybe we did move a little faster than expected, but I can handle it. All I want is a shot to talk to her,” she said. ” At the very least, I’ll have a woman who gets me. Deal?”

“Sure,” I said, and then felt her tongue bathe my cock in wet warmth. “Right answer?”

“Mm hmmm…” Hannah kissed my shaft.

“For what it’s worth,” I said between pants of ecstasy, “you’re pretty much her type.”

My sister took my cock into her mouth and the wet warmth was heaven. “Mm?”

“As far as girls go, yeah.”

“She likes redheads?” she asked, pulling off my cock.

“She likes a girl who knows what she wants,” I said, and with a wink, I added, “and who’s a little shameless.”

“Sweet!” she said, stroking my cock, slick with her saliva. “So, next: I want your word that you will get me out of here.”

“That’s the idea.”

“And that I can live with you when I’m out.”

“Of course.”

“And that we can have what we have now forever.”

I paused. And she looked back at me. She was young, and it still boggled my mind that just 24 hours ago she was a virgin.

“I want to know that, whatever happens, we can always come back to where it all started and have this,” she said.

“Of course!” I said, and grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her. “Now, no more promises.”

“Just one more?” she pleaded, her soft young body pressed against mine. I nodded. “This may be the last chance we get for a long time,” she said, backing up until my erect cock nestled between her wet pussy lips. “Let’s make the best of it.”

“Let’s,” I said, and kissed her. When the kiss broke, my sister dropped her weight and my cock plunged into her hungry young sex.

For almost an hour, we made love, our young bodies twined together in passion. When we were done and lay panting and flushed, we looked at each other and knew that however sinful it was, we were meant to be. We showered and made sure that Hannah had clean bed sheets, and when we were sure that we had left nothing to chance, we put on our masks of innocent brother and sister, stepped out the door, and drove to Mel’s Pancakes.


The rest of the summer dragged on. We hardly got a moment alone together, and those we got were only long enough to sneak a kiss or touch. But at least it gave me time to think. I’d originally started out guided by base lust, and had felt an overwhelming sense of shame weigh me down. I started out thinking how lucky I was that Hannah had wanted it as much as I had, but then things started to fall into place. It was she who had asked me to bring some movies back, so she had obviously had more experience than I’d thought—even more than I had when I was her age. I knew that she’d played innocent, partially out of a paranoid effort to protect herself, but as I watched her it became clear that she’d been the one who’d taken the lead. Why else would she have let that Monopoly game get as kinky as it had? No normal sister would let that happen.

High school started two weeks earlier than college, so I hung around the house, soaking up the last rays of summer by the pool. Confirming all my suspicions, Hannah had stopped accepting my help with her homework. She no longer wanted it, and it made me wonder if she’d ever needed it. In fact, I noticed that her work load was almost triple what it should have been, I made a discreet inquiry with my father.

“Dad?” I asked one day after bringing Hannah home from school, hanging the car keys on their magnetic hook on the refrigerator. “What’s up with Hannah lately? She’s doing a ton of homework and barely getting any exercise.” Indeed, her exercise had decreased to our family’s customary two-mile morning jog and whatever she got at school.

“Hmm,” he said, eyeing me over the top of his reading glasses as he flipped through the family recipe book. “Interesting that you should ask.” The tone of voice he used turned my stomach. “We’re going to talk about that as a family over dinner tonight. I’m making my special meatloaf.” His meatloaf was something he made for momentous occasions, not all of them good. The last time we’d had it was after Grandma Bea’s funeral.

“Ok,” I said, turning to go.

“She hasn’t spoken to you about it?” His words glued my feet to the ground.

“About what?” I said, as obliviously as I could. “Is she in trouble?”

“Oh, no,” he said with a disarming smile. “Nothing like that.”

“Oh, good,” I said, and turned to leave again.

“You might be, though.” His smile turned a bit mischievous, and I nearly pissed myself.

From what I remember, I spent most of the intervening three hours at the bottom of our pool, wondering how easy it would be to drown myself if things turned sour. My mind, exhausted from panic, turned numb. When I made it to the dinner table, I felt like a ghost.

“Oh, Hannah! Really!” our mother scolded. “Do you really have to wear that old thing to the table?” I looked up from my empty plate as my sister took her seat across from me at the table. She hadn’t worn her green robe since our adventures a few months earlier, but now here she was: same robe, same sweat pants, same church camp shirt. Her eyes caught mine with an evil little glint that told me that she was even wearing the same lacy underwear. If we’d been eating already, I’d have choked.

“C’mon mom!” she complained. “I’m working so hard, I need a little creature comfort.”

“Well just don’t let me catch you dressed like that outside,” our father said sternly.

“Yes, sir,” Hanna said solemnly. And after a pause: “Would you mind if I said grace tonight?” Our father nodded with a smile. We all bowed our heads. “Dear Lord,” she began. “We thank you for the food we are about to eat, and for the blessings of bounty. Family is the most important thing in this world. Thank you for bringing Michael back to us, and bless his journey into the next school year. And thank you, O Lord, for the strength and wisdom to do the extra work I needed to get done. May your divine guidance, enlighten my mind, body, and spirit.” She had ever so slightly emphasized “body,” and our eyes met briefly. “Amen.”

“Amen,” we said.

“As you may have gathered, Hannah has been working toward a goal,” our father said. “It is her intention to follow you to college, so that the two of you may become partners in handling the church’s increasing financial responsibility.”

“Oh,” I said, trying not to sound too surprised or too informed. “That’s great, sis!”

“Well,” he said, “don’t get too excited yet. I understand that the world is changing, but we are a rock. I have allowed you to seek an education beyond the church because our survival demands it. And after much prayer, I am allowing your sister to do the same.”

“Thank God for that!” Hannah blurted out.

“Do,” our father said coldly.

“Can I assume that you will be needing me to look out for her?” I asked, breaking the tension.

“More than that,” our mother said, finally adding to the conversation. “When Hannah leaves here, she will be living with you for the duration, and it will be your responsibility to look out for her spiritual, moral, and physical wellbeing.”

At that last item, Hannah twitched. I knew she wanted to shoot me a mischievous grin, but our parents would have noticed, so she tried to stifle the urge. “So if I’m sick, he has to take me to the doctor?”

“Let’s pray that you never get that sick,” he said, warmth creeping back into his voice. And then to me, he added, “Perhaps your mother will give you her chicken soup recipe.”

“I’m taking that to my grave!” our mother said proudly, and we all laughed.

“Well, I could try and come up with my own recipe,” I said.

“Then I’ll really need a doctor!” Hannah teased. We laughed again, and the tension faded from the conversation.

“Anyway,” our father said eventually. “The reason your sister has been working so hard is because we’re doing a test run.” When I gave him a questioning look, he deferred to my sister, who was wiggling in her chair.

“I’m coming to visit!” she cheered.

“For how long?” I asked my father, definitely sounding annoyed.

“Two weeks!” Hannah cheered again.

“Dad!” I whined.

“Your sister has worked her fingers to the bone for this,” he said. “With permission from her teachers, she’s completed a month’s worth of homework, and is set to do more.”

“And not just completed it,” our mother said. “She’s made nothing lower than an A-minus on everything she’s turned in. The deal is that she has to graduate this year, a year earlier. That way you only have to stay away one year longer, until she finishes.”

“I’m making better grades than you did,” Hannah said.

“No way!”

“You better believe it,” our father said. “If you’re not careful, you’ll end up working for her.”

“Ok, ok,” I said. “But the beginning of the school year is really busy.”

“We understand,” our mother said. “Hannah will be joining you just before the winter break, so you can give her a ride back home.”

“Oh,” I said. “Then I guess I’ll have to make up another bed.”

After that, we ate dinner and talked about all the normal stuff a preacher’s family talks about. For a send-off dinner, it was pretty nice. I was worried that our parents would catch Hannah’s lustful glances, but luckily they never caught on.

When dinner drew to a close, my sister and I did the dishes while our parents watched the news. We were close enough to touch, and when Hannah leaned her head on my shoulder, I looked around the corner, but mom and dad were engrossed in the flickering light. I stroked her hair and kissed her gently on the forehead. “This is going to be a hell of a two weeks,” I whispered.

“I’m ready for anything,” she whispered back, and snuck a quick kiss on the lips. I sincerely hoped so.

Author’s Note:
I’ve chosen a logical place to stop even though I actually have quite a bit more written, but I want to go back and revise, edit, etc. If this warrants a Part 2, let me know in the comments, and I’ll try to post a follow up sooner than later.

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