F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

As she watched him, she began to realize how truly handsome her younger brother was, and again she found it strange that she had never thought of him in that context. He's really a good looking boy… almost a man, I should say… so strong and… well, manly.

Charity closed her eyes. She knew and understood the physical reasons for the pattern of lights she saw, seeming to appear just behind her eyelids, but she had not known that they could be so beautiful. What was I so scared for? There's really nothing to be afraid of… really. It just seems like all my senses are sharper… and brighter… I can hear better… and see better… notice things that I never noticed before… that is what seems so strange.

Opening her eyes, she looked directly into her brother's penetrating blue ones. He had shifted his position to lie back against the headboard beside her, leaning over her, slightly. He grinned at her engagingly and said, "Sis… are you starting to feel it, now? Is it turning you on?"

"I don't know… Donnie," she said with languor, no trace of the former slight stutter of fear in her voice.

Then, matter-of-factly, he told her, "When you're turned on… all the way… we're going to make love! I'm going to fuck you!"

She, strangely, felt no surprise at his words. It was as though she had expected them, or her normal reaction to them was thwarted, turned aside, as it were, for in a perfectly civilized conversational tone, she answered. "We can't do that! Remember… I'm your sister…"

But, she experienced a tingle of excitement, a tiny tremor in her, and she was aware of it like a minute spark struck from a piece of flint against hard steel. She was the tinder box into which the spark of an idea was directed. She had no idea how powerful that one spark would be!

"We'll just forget that… anyway, it's been done lots of times… by other brothers and sisters…"

"Who… for instance."

He thought a moment. "The Pharoahs of Ancient Egypt!" he said.

"Well… we're not Ancient Egyptians!" She didn't really feel like arguing the point. All she felt like doing was relaxing and letting the feelings of euphoria wash over her.

"We could pretend…"

"Pretend what…?"

"That we were Pharoahs!"

"Let's talk about something else, Donnie… something like the musical I'm going to sing the lead in."

"I told you I thought it was great… didn't I? Let's talk about sex! Did you ever see this?" He grinned lewdly, as he pulled a book from under the edge of his mattress. Opening it, he showed her the graphic pictures of sexual intercourse with all its variants. Consistently, all of the women were beautiful and shapely, and all of the men were endowed with penile members of monstrous proportions.

Idly, she glanced at the photographs as he turned the pages. They did not really interest her, until she saw one depicting fellatio.

"That's what Mom… and that man were doing… except that he made all the motions with his hips… And…"

"He was actually fucking her in the mouth…?" Don filled in her incomplete thought.

"I wish you wouldn't use that word… It's awful sounding!" she said. "Anyway, that's what he said he was going to do… and he did! I don't see how Mom could…"

"Could stand it?"

"Yes."

"She probably liked it… most women do, after they learn to do it!" he instructed.

"Ugh!" She made a face of distaste.

"Don't knock it! Did the guy have a big cock?"

"Please… Donnie! Do you have to be vulgar all the time?"

"Like I said, Char… you're going to have to learn all the words!" he said. "Did he have a big prick?"

"How would I know! It was sort of short and fat like!" She indicated its dimensions with her hands. "I think," she added.

"Was it bigger than mine, Char?" he asked, boldly reaching down to loosen his belt and unzip his jeans, then dipping a hand in to release his erect, throbbing penis and bringing it out into full view. Instinctively, Charity looked away, at first, but at his next words she looked down, fastening her eyes on it in amazement.

"Look at it, Char!" he had snapped.

"Oh, God! No… you're much bigger!" she gasped, unaware that her little brother had developed so much.

"Have you ever touched a cock, before?"

She blushed, instantly, and looked away. "Do I have to answer that?" countering with a question.

"I guess that tells me! Who was it, somebody I know?"

Remembering, with a rush, the orgasm Bill Cartwright had brought her to, and the subsequent ejaculation she had induced with her hand, she became aware that there was that same warm glow in her loins. All of Donnie's talk of sex, the memory of Bill… and above all, the still present impression of the lewd sex act she bad witnessed involving her mother, all of these, in addition to the inhalation of the smoke from the marijuana cigarette, were working on her, insidiously, pushing her nearer and ever nearer the brink of sexual desire. She squirmed her thighs together to stem the rising tide of her passion. It was only a tiny movement, but Don saw it and knew that she was becoming aroused, that it would be only a matter of a few minutes before she would be ready, and, hopefully, willing to give up her virginity to him. Don was certain, in his own mind, now, that he would carry it through to completion. Christ! He had to, now! He was so damned hot, himself, he didn't know whether he would be able to wait any longer, but he had told himself that he would go slow, make it good for her, too; after all, he didn't want to force her. It was bad enough — taboo — that he wanted to fuck his sister, but he sure as hell didn't want to be accused of rape! She had to be willing to give her consent!

"I–It was Bill, Bill Cartwright." Charity murmured.

"Did he fuck you?"

"Donnie!" she spat. "You know better than that! I've never… done that!"

"Then, did you suck him off?"

"Really, Donnie!" She was exasperated. "I–I just used my hand to, to…"

"Jerk him off…?"

"I think the right word is… masturbate!" she said, huffily. "… And, he did the same thing to me!"

"Well, lay it on me, my sweet sister isn't so innocent after all!" he taunted, playfully, reaching over to her and cupping a round, proudly upthrusting breast in his hand.

His touch was fiery to her. The sensation seared her, scorching down through her belly to burn brightly and furiously in her already warmly inflamed young pussy. She tried to shrink back away from him, but he followed, keeping his hand on her and feeling the bud of her nipple expand and grow under his hand. Then, he rolled the tumescent tip rapidly between his thumb and forefinger, before he left it to do likewise to its mate.

"Oh, Donnie… p-please… don't d-do that…! I–It's not right!" she pleaded. "After all… you're my brother… and…"

"We've already settled that…! We're going to make believe that we're Ancient Egyptians, remember…?"

"That doesn't m-make it… r-right."

"Brother-sister, right-or-wrong! To hell with it! Who cares! It's right now that counts…! And sex is good! Sex is beautiful! You didn't tell me… but I'd bet that Mom was turned on, tonight… flipped out coming to orgasm… wasn't she?" he pressed.

Charity remembered the scene, vividly. "She was cooperating… then, at the last she used her fingers on herself… to…"

"She finger-fucked herself to cum?"

"Y-Yes…"

Her brother's hand began to move, slowly and deliberately down across her flat stomach, the feel of his hand as hot as a searing branding iron. She squirmed and drew her legs up to impede his progress toward the soft, sparsely curling hair of her pubic mound. She couldn't deny the sensual, salaciousness of his caress; it was even more intense than the time she had allowed young Cartwright to use his hand on her there. It was a thrill, almost a near spasm of lewd sensation that surged through her, and in her present state, under the influence of the marijuana, it seemed that eons of time passed, during which she savored every never-ending message of sexuality as his hand passed so slowly and searingly over her vibrant body. The thin material of her nightgown might as well have been non-existent as she experienced his exploration of her genital mound.