Grace Wilkinson - Family night

He and his sister had not been on the best of terms since that first night, but now they looked meaningfully at each other, and each recognized the expression of fright and distress mirrored in the other's eyes. A feeling of dependent kinship resprouted instantly between them.

Indignantly, MaryAnn had beckoned Rick from the house, and they'd gone bike riding until quite late that evening. Neither one of them saying a word to the other about what was uppermost on their minds.

But that had been days ago, and tonight Rick was particularly upset, the reason being that MaryAnn had gone out to a movie that afternoon straight from school, but had not yet returned home. Worried, Rick mentioned it to his mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders and replied that MaryAnn had probably stopped off for a soda the way she usually did after the movies.

He'd given his mother a dark look, hating the fact that she seemed to be getting prettier every day, hating the fact that she paid little attention to either of them any more. Every other word out of her mouth was Don this and Don that. He couldn't stand it! Slamming the door to his room behind him, he raced to his bed, and threw himself upon it, sobbing loudly. He was sure that MaryAnn was out doing it with some boy. Hadn't she said she had done it once? Why wouldn't she do it again then? Each night he had thought more deeply about her compelling confession, and each night he'd grown more curious about it. Alone in his bed with nothing but lascivious thoughts filling his young head, he'd had no choice but to take his thickly swollen penis consolingly in his hands. And the more vivid his imagination became, the more pleasure he found there was to be had in his solitary activity. Sometimes he would try to picture his young 14-year-old sister without any clothes on… but it was difficult. He knew that her breasts were already growing big like a woman's but it was clear from the way she filled out her dresses and blouses that she was not yet as big as Mother. He wondered if one day she would be! As for the way the rest of her looked, he knew that she had admirably long legs, and graceful calves and ankles. Her hips were slender, almost as slender as his, only her little behind was more full and curvy. And between her legs… well that was the hardest part to imagine. He knew that there was hair. All the boys at school said it was hairy and there was a little hole of some sort. But what else?

He himself was already sprouting some hairs around his penis, and at first he'd thought that there was something wrong… that men weren't supposed to have any. But later he'd seen some older boys in the swimming pool and they'd all had hair surrounding their adolescent groins.

Both he and MaryAnn were fair skinned with chestnut colored hair, unlike their dark-tressed mother and she'd always told them that they resembled their father to a tee… but they'd only seen one fading picture of him in his Air Force uniform, and they'd both been too young when his plane went down to remember anything about him.

Rick's nightly sessions beneath the covers were, he felt, the only thing that kept him going. The days were getting harder and harder as his resentment grew of his new father and his mother. He'd overheard them talking once… his ears had perked up when he realized they were talking about him and MaryAnn.

"They'll get used to you, Don," his mother had said, in an assuring tone of voice. "Give them a little time. They'll adjust!"

He'd felt like screaming out… "NO, I'll never adjust… never! And neither will MaryAnn!" He knew that MaryAnn felt the way he did, but he didn't know any of the details of her thinking. He was really afraid to ask her… and in a way he thought, they were both hoping it all might go away if they tried to ignore it.

Now surrounded by the familiar objects in his room, all his favorite things around him, Rick felt infinitely safer. His tears gradually abated and through blurry eyes he looked about him. The tree fringed window of his room admitted a dusky twilight. It was another beautiful California summer evening. He could see his baseball bat lying in the corner, his mitt, and lined up against the wall, the track trophies he'd earned last year. Somewhere in the house a door slammed, and Rick's ears strained to hear if it was his sister, or just Don, returning late from work. The sound of his mother's laughter echoing through the house told him it was his new stepfather. Where was she anyway? Was she right at this very moment spreading her legs… that was the way he'd heard it was done… and was some boy (WHO?) putting his thing between them? Was she crying out the way Mother did all the time? He began to sob again and turned over on the bed, kicking his long legs out behind him. His penis was once again hard and stiff between his legs, and as he lay on his belly, it pushed onto the mattress of his bed. By moving ever so slightly he would create greater sensations in that area, and soon, he was pushing and grinding his entire pelvis into the bed. Beneath him, the impersonal mattress took on new forms and shapes, and soon he could actually feel his sister writhing nakedly beneath him. She was calling his name, her arms holding him tight, as she raised her lips to kiss him, and he was loving it, loving her, feeling his cock upon her, feeling her tongue, her breasts beneath his chest. The fuzzy area between her legs was rubbing against his heated shaft and he was going to cum any minute. His sister, too, was going to cum. She was screaming and carrying on just like Mother and begging him to do it harder, never to stop!

"Nnnnnnnngh!" he groaned, muffling his anguished cries into the pillow… "Oh MaryAnn… ooooooooonnnnnngh!"

His cum felt like it was starting a long distance away from his corporeal body. It was flying toward him rapidly, and then it was there, MaryAnn beneath him accepted his sperm totally as it came spurting forward, traveling the entire length of his 13-year-old cock, spinning crazily out the opening, releasing the pent-up fever in his balls.

"Oh Jesus," he sighed, "Oh God, it's good!"

He groaned a bit as he felt the uncomfortable wetness in between his legs… and then suddenly he leapt up, for someone had entered his room and turned on the light!

"MaryAnn!" he cried, staring at her in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I heard you call my name," she said. "I was right next door in my room. You seemed to be making quite a racket in here… What are you doing?" She looked around the room suspiciously, and then back at her younger brother's face. Her gaze drifted idly downward toward his stained and still bulging trousers. Embarrassed, she turned her eyes away and Rick moved quickly toward the bathroom that connected their rooms.

"I've been in my room for hours," she called after him. "Came in through the window… I can't stand going through the house anymore… it's such a colossal bore, if you know what I mean. Besides, Mom could care less where I am!"

She heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and not knowing whether Rick had heard her or not, decided to remain silently until he came out. After a few seconds, he reappeared, a tall, lanky boy, big for his age, wearing his terry wrap-around. MaryAnn tried to keep from looking toward her brother's groin, but she was curious to see if he was still big down there.

"Was the movie any good?" Rick asked, noting her eyes lingering just below his belt line. He tried to appear nonchalant as he moved away toward his bed, but his knees felt wobbly and weak, and he knew that MaryAnn would be able to tell that he was nervous.

"Oh the usual," she replied, not going into detail about the X rating movies she'd been sneaking in to see, using a fake ID card. She usually tried to go at least once a week, considering it an essential part of her education, and today's movie had been a humdinger. There had been detailed close-ups of everything, and she'd found it all particularly interesting in the light of recent developments at home.