Message-ID: <3486eli$9709011152@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: REPOST: GARANTEE.TXT 250K"The Guarantee" (Mf, cons, incest, teen/pedo, preg, novel) Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708311729.MAA05095@midas.millcomm.com> No, we did NOT fuck in the shower. We DID clean each other off though. It's surprising how dirty that escapade in the drive-in had left us, even underneath our clothing. It's also surprising just how FRIENDLY it is, to bathe with a friend (not to mention how erotic). Afterwards, we dried each other off, and ended up sitting on the bed together. This led to hugging each other, then more than hugs, as you might imagine. "If you ever tell ANYONE that you stuck your nasty old peter in Marsha Swiggins' hole, I'll not only deny it, I'll make you the laughingstock of the whole school," she said, as she fit the head of my prick up against her sopping wet hole. Even after drying with the towels, she was wet again, and I knew it wasn't from the shower, either. I knew she could do what she threatened too. Not that I WOULD tell anyone. I liked her FAR too much already to do such a thing. Besides, I had hopes of repeating this; or at LEAST retaining her as a friend. Surprisingly, even as I tried to fit my prick up inside her, I found that I wanted her as a friend even MORE than I wanted to fuck her. And I was almost ACHING to do that! Well, if everything went wrong at the drive-in, why should things go right afterwards? "SLAM!" The whole house shook, as the front door closed. It seems that Marsha's parents got rained out too, and were home early. SHIT! And here I was, in their daughter's bedroom, with not a stitch of clothing anywhere near. Talk about being fucked, without getting fucked! 75 Only Marsha was not scared; merely annoyed that she didn't get to finish. "I'm NOT letting you get away like this," she whispered fiercely. "You're coming back tomorrow night, and we're doing this right, you promise?" All the while, she was leading me hurriedly down the hall to another bedroom, and wrapping me in another of those enormous towels. What could I say? This was CERTAINLY not the time to make her mad. Besides, I WANTED to finish what we had started. "Of course I will, if you want me to," I whispered back. Marsha gave me a kiss so hard it almost bruised me. Then she was gone. Three minutes later she was back with my (now dry) clothes, and whispered, "I told Mom and Dad about how we got rained out, and that I had put you here in the guest-room, while I got your clothes dried. None of it's a lie, but you don't have to tell them the rest. OK?" "OK." That got me another numbing kiss, before Marsha carefully wiped the lipstick from my face with the corner of the towel. I hurried to get dressed, before her parents came by and found me naked in front of their "innocent" little girl. Somehow Marsha had managed to get dressed herself. Though, with the skimpy outfit SHE wore, maybe it's not so surprising. She looked almost sexier in the short little mini, than she had naked . . . almost. Twenty minutes after that, I found myself back in Dad's car . . . alone. Damn. In the time between, Marsha had more formally introduced me to her parents, and we had a nice talk about who I was, and what I did, and where I was in school . . . all things that normal concerned parents would want to know about the person their daughter was going out with. I THINK they liked me; but I'm not completely certain. For sure they were polite. And if they had any idea of the fact that I had been spending the last hour in their house completely naked, with their also- completly-naked nubile young daughter, they never even hinted at it. Somehow I got the feeling that even if they HAD known, they wouldn't have mentioned it; as being too "gauche" a subject to mention. As long as Marsha wasn't embarrassed, then neither were they. When I got home, I found a lump in my pocket. Wouldn't you know it? The lump was Marsha's panties. I wondered if it was deliberate. It seemed I was getting quite a collection. I called her on the phone, and told her I still had "something" of hers. When she figured out what I was talking about, she just giggled. "Keep them," she said. "That way, tomorrow I won't have to take them off, when we 'get together.'" Oh shit again. Now I was TWICE as horny. Knowing that the sexiest girl in the whole school is just waiting to feel your big prick slide up into her hot little hole, and you can't get together because of a stupid rainstorm, is enough to frustrate anybody. I would almost have felt better, if she had turned me down, or turned me off. . . almost. Shit! 76 Chapter 10 The guarantee. I was lying cuddled up on the couch, miserable, because my date is ruined, and even Suzy is gone; visiting her grandparents. Tomorrow, I would have more sex than any teenaged boy has any right to expect, with both Suzy during the day, and Marsha that night. But what was I going to do TONIGHT? I couldn't even call in my big sister's "guarantee" because it wasn't her fault we got rained-out, or Marsha's parents had come home early. By my not paying attention to the weather-report, I had ruined the date for both Marsha and myself. Lonnie didn't see it that way . . . . I had tried, and that was what counted for her. My big sister had "guaranteed" that I would have a "good time" tonight, and she was going to see to it that her little brother did just that. "You're sure?" I asked, as my sexy sister slid the short little dress she had been wearing over her head; leaving her dressed in just the same pair of bra and panties she had worn that previous Friday . . . was it only four weeks ago? Dressed (or more correctly UN-dressed) like that, Lonnie made all my previous dates seem uninspired and pale. Even Suzy, and yes, even Marsha. Did I mention before, that my big sister is SEXY? "Oh don't be silly," she giggled, "of COURSE I'm sure. Now come here Little Brother, and show your big sister just what you want her to do." Oh shit. I hoped I had learned enough to make my big sister happy, like I had somehow managed with my other dates. If I had learned one thing in the past four weeks, it was that by doing a good job on your date, you had a MUCH better chance of being able to repeat the process. So far, every one of my dates had asked for at least ONE repeat performance. I wasn't about to break the string with my big sister. Only Lonnie had been dating for years, with some of the biggest studs in her class. I could only hope I didn't show up TOO badly, next to them. Lonnie was so sexy, I had a hard-on, just looking at her. (OK, I had a hard-on, from before she even got home . . . so what?) At least, she would know that I thought she was sexy. "Oh wow!" she said, dispelling my worst fears, "my Little Brother isn't so little, is he . . . ?" "C'mere, BIG Brother, and show your sister how much you like her." Obviously, I was NOT a disappointment to her, either. "So, what do you want to do first?" she asked. It was a hard choice, but I had been dreaming about this for weeks. "Can I lick your navel?" I asked timidly. Lonnie surprised me, by laughing. I was so disappointed. Here I had thought she might like my licking her there, like Suzy did. Oh well. "C'mere, Little Brother," she finally choked. "I would be honored to have a stud like you lick my bellybutton . . . ." 77 "Perhaps, when you get tired of that, you might find other places to lick." Here Lonnie waggled her eyebrows at me in such a cute manner, that I had to laugh too, as we fell to the couch together in a clinch. Yes, I DID lick her bellybutton; and yes, I licked other places too. And it was just as much fun as I had dreamed it would be. My big sister never once objected to any request I made; seeming to enjoy each stroke of her body, and each suck, kiss, or touch of my hands. I must have spent over half an hour, just examining her nude body, once I managed to remove the bra and panties that were obstructing my view. Somewhat thoughtfully, I reached down to the floor where my clothes were lying discarded, and stuffed my big sister's panties in my pocket, to add to my growing collection. Lonnie noticed, and this seemed to tickle her even more. Finally, the feel of naked skin against naked skin was getting to be too much . . . I had to fuck. Not suck, or jack- off, or get a blow-job, I needed the real thing. Lonnie didn't object, but seemed slightly disappointed, when I started to nudge my swollen prick, between her legs. "You don't want to?" I asked, surprised. In spite of her "guarantee" to do "anything I wanted" I was NOT going to rape (or effectively rape, anyway) my big sister, by insisting on vaginal sex. If necessary, I would settle for a blow-job, or even anal sex or if necessary, a hand-job, even if I had to do it myself. "Oh no!" she said, "I really do want to. It's just that . . ." Here Lonnie turned almost wistful. ". . . That what?" I prompted. If she wanted to do something else first, then somehow I would contain myself and wait. I didn't know how long it would be, before I squirted my sperm all over the outside of her sexy little belly, instead of inside it, where it belonged though. "I just was hoping my first time would be on my bed," she sighed. "Never mind; the couch will do." This time, it was MY turn to smile. "If that's all you want Big Sister," I said, "then let's head for your bedroom, before I drop this load all over the carpet, on the way there." Lonnie grinned back at me. Grabbing her clothes, she headed for her bedroom, and motioned me to pick up mine as well. At my quizzical look, she said, "We don't know how long we'll be in there. Mom and Dad won't be surprised if you aren't in your bed, but if they see BOTH of our clothes scattered all over the living-room . . . ." I got the point, and hurriedly grabbed my things as well; making one last check to be sure I hadn't dropped any telltale panties or socks. I hadn't. Two minutes later, I was acting out a wet-dream I had been having for the last five years, ever since I learned that boys and girls were really different, and my big sister was one of the type of girls that most boys just WISH they had for a sister. Only the reality of having a sister as sexy as Lonnie, isn't all that much fun for most boys. They never get to fuck them. I mean, you just don't fuck your own sister, no matter HOW sexy she is. Only I did. 78 Yes, I finally fucked my big sister. I slid my swollen peter up her tight little hole, and squirted jet after thick sticky incestuous jet of baby-making cum right up inside her vagina where it belonged. At least in this case, I knew I didn't have to worry about getting her pregnant, unlike Suzy or her little sister; because I knew my big sister had been fucking for years, and she obviously knew how to protect herself. God it felt good to let that rusty load of baby-juice go! I had been nursing a hard-on for so long, it felt like I must have squirted at least three quarts of incestuous cum in Lonnie's tight little hole, before I recovered myself enough to apologize for cumming so soon, without getting her off too. And yes, she WAS tight. I couldn't believe how tight she was. Compared to Lonnie, Betty-Lou was a gaping cavern, and even Marsha Swiggins was loose and sloppy. She was at least as tight as Suzy, and almost as tight as her little sister. In fact, she was so tight, that she even let out an "ouch" the first time I slid inside her. I hadn't realized I might hurt her, being so big, but by then it was too late, and I was already squirting thick white gobs of sperm inside her tight little baby-hole. Damn, that felt good. Still, I did try to apologize for being in such a rush that I hurt her, and came inside her before she had a chance to get off herself. I felt like a dork, for being so selfish, and I told Lonnie that. "Oh, don't be so down on yourself," she said. "In the first place, this is supposed to be YOUR night to do whatever you want to. In the second, I understand it's supposed to hurt, the first time, and I never heard of any girl who managed to cum then. So I think you did just fine. I'll be ready to go again, in a minute or two, and maybe this time you'll last a little longer, so I can really find out what it's like to fuck." I felt like I had been hit by a semi. Lonnie looked at my sandbagged look and then giggled. "You mean you didn't know?" she asked. "You thought I had been doing this with everybody? Nope, Little Brother; you're the first. I've been planning this for years. Why do you think I set you up on all those dates? I wanted my handsome little brother to have some experience, when he popped my cherry. This way, there wasn't any fumbling around. I hope you don't mind." "But. But. But," I sputtered, "but all your dates . . . how did you . . . ?" "How did I keep them all happy, without fucking?" I could barely nod. Lonnie giggled. "There's more than ONE way to keep a boy happy, and send him home with empty balls," she pointed out. "As you should know, Little Brother, with all the experience you should have by now." 79 "You mean you . . . ?" Lonnie nodded. "Uhuh. Mouth, ass, and hands. Even tits, and once under the armpit. Nothing was off-limits, except my cunny, and that I was saving for you. If pressed, I could always point out that I wasn't on the pill, and was scared of getting pregnant. Since most of the guys are more scared of accidentally getting a girl pregnant, than the girl is, that was usually enough. If it wasn't, tough shit. I just told the asshole to get lost." Oh . . . oh! Oh shit. "You're NOT on the pill?" I asked, knowing the answer. If she was really a virgin . . . . "Nope. I didn't want to spoil our first time. Besides, Daddy would know I was fucking, if I asked to go on the pill. I didn't want him worrying about that, especially, since I wasn't." "When was your last period?" I asked, somehow knowing what the answer was going to be. "About a week and a half ago," she replied. "If I'm lucky," she observed, "your little sperm might be getting me pregnant right now." "Oh shit," I thought. "Oh don't worry," she said. "It isn't all that likely anyway, and besides, if I'm going to get pregnant tonight, I already am. So come here and show me the rest of what you've been learning. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can learn how to cum, while you're fucking me . . . please?" What could I say . . . she was right. And as for learning how to fuck, Lonnie was at LEAST as hot a girl as Suzy was. If that little girl could learn how to cum while being fucked, on her first night, then I was sure my big sister could. I was right. Before the night was over, I had left six more healthy helpings of incestuous sperm wriggling up inside my big sister's belly in search of her waiting eggs; and Lonnie had climaxed more times than I had. I had felt every square inch of her body against mine, and had finally put to rest the ache of not being able to touch my big sister. After that, neither one of us felt in the least self-conscious in the presence of the other. It was just slightly before midnight, when there was a quiet knock at the door. For a moment I was afraid that our parents had come home early without us hearing them; catching their son and daughter en-flagrente-delicto. Only it wasn't either Mom OR Dad. It was our little sister Chrissie. Shit! If there's one thing I could think of that would be worse than getting caught by our parents, it was having our nosy little sister catch us doing something we shouldn't. The amount of trouble that little girl could cause if she wanted to . . . . Only instead of acting shocked at seeing her siblings in bed together, or being gleeful at catching us in a compromising position she could tattle on us to our parents, Chrissie seemed almost apologetic at disturbing us. "Are you two finished yet?" she asked shyly; almost as if my little sister was afraid of interrupting us too early. "Is it my turn now?" For the first time, I noticed that Chrissie was completely naked. I did NOT get much sleep that night. 80 Chapter 11 Epilogue. No, while I eventually DID start fucking my little sister on occasion; feeling HER tight little cunny squeezing the sperm out of my swollen prick, and up inside her incredibly cute little tummy; along with fucking Lonnie on a far more regular basis; we did NOT fall into an incestuous orgy every night. In fact, my primary sex-partner was still Suzy; with an occasional bout with her little sister; or sometimes even with both of them, like that first incredible night they spent over at our house . . . . Yes, we DID repeat that several times, including twice, where I spent the night with both of them at their house, instead of them with me, at mine. Every once in a while, when the mood was right, or one or the other of us had a bad date, either Lonnie or I would "guarantee" that the other had a "good time." And yes, ONCE, all four of us spent the night together, while our parents were out of the house. (Remember what I said earlier, about twice the cost, and half the fun? This was like that; only while I didn't get much sex that night, we ALL had a lot of fun.) Yes, I DID get in Marsha Swiggins' cute little panties too; (Actually, as promised, she wasn't wearing any.) and she was almost as good in bed as her friend, Betty . . . almost. We had several dates, and then things tapered off, as my relationship with Suzy became . . . shall we say, "more obvious." No, Neither Marsha nor Betty-Lou, nor even Carol was jealous of the little girl. (Yes, I had several more dates with her too; and yes I DID leave quite a few helpings of thick white cum in HER sexy little [Yes, unprotected, believe it or not.] tummy as well, over those several dates.) It's just that they were all more interested in getting a man of their own, than they were in sharing me with a 13-year-old. Even after we got married though, twice one or the other invited me over for a "date" where we never left the house. And yes, Suzy knew where I was going, and even encouraged me to go. She's no more jealous than I am. Thank goodness there were no OTHER unexpected pregnancies. (Or at least I assume there weren't any, since no one ever complained.) Carol? She married Frank Georges. You remember . . . the guy my big sister was going out with, that first night she "set me up?" Uhuh, him. Two nicer people getting together, you never saw. And yes, he knows about me and Carol, just like I know about him and my big sister. We're good friends, though I'm not too sure he would leave me alone with his wife . . . unless I left HIM alone with Suzy at the same time, that is . . . . Thinking about it; maybe I will sometime. Believe it or not, even with Carol occasionally "taking chances" with me and a few of her other dates (She refused to carry birth-control; insisting that if she did, that it was an admission she PLANNED on fucking that night.) she didn't get pregnant until almost a year after her little sister Michelle did. The little shit married a banker almost as rich as the Swiggins family, and almost 20 years older than her too. Surprisingly, they seem quite happy though. Maybe the little girl really DID know what she wanted, after all. 81 Betty-Lou is STILL unmarried, and her eldest daughter should be almost 10 years old by now. I wonder if she and her mother plan to . . . . And I still have seven pairs of sexy panties to remind me of my first five dates. "That's FIVE, I owe you now," I told Lonnie, after that first incredible night together, "probably six or even seven, counting Chrissie here, because Marsha promised we WOULD finish up what we started." "Well, actually, probably only four," my big sister replied. "You see, if I'm right, that's one LESS that you owe me." It wasn't until almost a year later, that I found out what she meant. And that was when my wife Suzy and I were visiting her in the hospital. Suzy's big belly was getting in her way, as she sat down to rest, while my big sister and I talked. We had been discussing the hassle we were having getting the adoption papers for Ginny's baby, and admiring Lonnie's beautiful baby boy. "You still owe me four more favors like this," she told me; lifting up our son for me to hold. Suzy showed she can STILL surprise me, by agreeing. Surprisingly, my wife is tickled pink, that my big sister has chosen this method of "payment" for getting me started on the road that led to our getting married. Since Ginny is going to still be staying with us for several years, even after the adoption, at least until she gets out of grade-school anyway, it looks like I'm going to be one BUSY man. My sister guarantees I'll like it though. Only this time, so does my wife, Suzy. With women like that, who needs a guarantee? 82 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /