Message-ID: <16835eli$9810300605@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: chilepeelr@aol.com (Chilepeelr) Subject: NEW CHILI: Heaven Sent - Chapter 2 (inc, bro/sis) Newsgroups: 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: <19981030003915.04066.00001294@ng-fc1.aol.com> *********************************************************** The following story deals with consensual sex between adults and/or minors (most of which are blood relatives) under extenuating circumstances. This story should not be read by minors or by those which maybe offended by such subject matter. ********************************************************** Heaven Sent by Chili Peeler Chapter 2 It was near midnight and Jim Farento sat on the downstair's sofa and drank his fourth beer of the last hour. He had been abstaining from drinking over the summer to keep in shape but now he did not see a reason to continue denying himself the simple pleasures. The beers were beginning to take effect; his body was becoming flushed with an euphoric warmth and he welcomed it. 'You can forget wrestling, buddy boy,' he thought, crushing his beer can and tossing it on the coffee table. 'You can forget about everything.' He knew he should be doing something instead of just sitting around drinking. But he didn't know what. Should he watch TV? Listen to his favorite music? It was like being on Death Row, knowing the time of your execution but not being able to do the things you would want to do. He was stuck at their remote lake and it had been decided that the family would stay there. He knew what he'd like to be doing - fucking some girl. Because when you get right down to it, there's nothing else better than a good sweaty sex session. He thought about Elaine Winters, a hot blonde cheerleader he had succeeded in bedding before they left for their vacation. He'd hoped to enjoy her upon his return but now he would never see her again. He'd never see any girl again. Instead he was stuck hundreds of miles from nowhere with his family during the last weeks of his existence. He turned off the TV and decided to check on Joanna. She'd gone outside to sit on the porch. * * * * * * * * * * Joanna sat on the old sofa on the front porch, listening to the sounds of love drifting down from her father's open bedroom window. It had started about ten minutes ago and had brought Joanna's thoughts on to the subject. She had only lost her virginity about four months ago, only slept with two boys from her school. It was not fair that she might be dead, that everyone might be dead. Her stepmother made a particularly loud groan and Joanna envied her; at least she had had a relatively full life and had someone to be with. 'Twenty five days...only twenty five days, almost twenty four!' she thought, trying to make sense of how her world was all different. No more modeling, no trip to New York. God, just a series of days and nights up here in the woods. Nothing to do but watch TV, which was depressing, or enjoy all the Nature. Joanna was thinking about going to go up to her bed and masturbate herself to sleep, derive what pleasure she could, when Jim came outside. "Hey, Jo," Jim said as he raised his arms and gripped the beam of the front of the porch and leaned his body outward to stretch. Shirtless as he was and in the mental focus she'd been in, Joanna found herself studying her brother's powerful upper body. All of his conditioning had really paid off. Her vision got blurry as tears welled up in her eyes. She dabbed at them hoping to clear them away before her brother saw but he did. "Don't cry, Joanna," he said as he came and sat beside her. "I'm not going to," she said bravely, wiping away the wetness and sniffling a little. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about all the things that I'll never be able to do..." "Join the club," Jim said, putting an arm around her shoulders. "It's natural....I was just thinking about some people back in Chicago that I'd never see again." His hand stroked her arm supportively. "Susan Davis? Or Elaine what's-her-name?" Joanna asked. Jim had last dated those two girls. She knew that dating for Jim meant having sex. Those two girls had reputations of being loose and easy. "Joanna, you've got me pegged," Jim conceded. "Elaine Winters had crossed my mind." "Jim, which one did you like the best?" Joanna said. She was curious to see how her brother would react to such a question. "What do you mean, like......?" "Which one was better in bed?" Joanna expounded as she looked at him. She could see he was surprised but he answered. "Elaine was better," he said with a smile. Their conversation had masked the amorous noises from upstairs but now both were quiet. The mountain air at night could carry sounds great distances. The soft floating sounds of their stepmother's moans in the still night could be clearly heard. Both just naturally looked up toward the porch roof. "Jesus!" Jim said. Joanna looked at her brother. He was sitting there with his ear cocked upward and a big smile on his face. "I hear it all the time....you would too if your room was upstairs," Joanna said, feeling depressed again about her situation. Their situation. Jim was in the same predicament. "You know," Jim began, "I was just thinking inside that I wasn't ever going to be doing that again." He motioned with his head toward the upstairs noises. 'There - it happened again!' Joanna thought. 'We're always thinking the same things.' "I was thinking the same thing...I mean, it was hard not to, listening to them. I can't believe we're going not going home." "You saw the pictures, Jo. People are going nuts out there. As much as I hate it, staying up here is the smartest move," Jim conceded. "We got enough food and Dad's pretty sure he can shoot a deer if we start getting low." They sat there for a few minutes, listening to the moans from above. Joanna noticed her brother shifting around like he couldn't get comfortable. Then she realized why - her brother was probably popping a boner. 'If only Jim weren't my brother.....' Joanna thought. Then, a crazy idea formed in her mind. It took her breath away. She never would have considered it before the asteroid. It was like solving a math problem. There was one girl and one boy in the equation - her and Jim. It was like being on a desert island. "Well, I think I'll turn in," Jim said and made to get up. "Wait, Jim....umm...it's still early...." Joanna said, unsure how to proceed. This was somewhere she never would have thought she would be treading. "Well, it's late but why sleep?... It seems like such a waste of time, you know." "O.K., I can sleep later. You want to do something?" Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She wanted to rationally spell out the solution to their common problem but her tongue refused to work. She couldn't bring herself to broach the subject with Jim. But her mind came up with a possible way to facilitate things. "You know what we've never done up here?" Joanna said with a smile. "We've never gone skinnydipping." "Oh, no! That water's cold in the daytime. We'd freeze our asses off," Jim said with a laugh, but the thought of seeing his sister in the buff was sort of appealing. She was a hot little thing, even if she was his sister. "So you're chicken?" Joanna dug at him. "I'll do it if you do, but don't say I didn't warn you." "Get some towels then," Joanna said as she pushed him up. "I'll meet you down on the dock." As Jim went inside, she jumped off the front porch and walked toward the dock. Excitement filled her body now as she had something to focus on. She did not think that she would be able to even broach the subject that had entered her mind but maybe it would be a cheap thrill to get naked in front of her brother in the bright moonlight. Anything was better than thinking about the thing coming from space. The dock's gangway rocked under her feet slightly as she strode along it. Large, empty oil drums formed the underside of the main dock area so the dock could rise and fall with the water level. The speedboat that they used for water skiing creaked on its moorings. Joanna stepped out of her canvas, slip-on boat shoes as the dock light came on, encircling her in a yellowish light. She sucked in her breath as she realized her brother had turned the light on from the house. She had envisioned shucking her clothes under the moonlight but now there was going to be no hiding the deed. 'Jim must want a good look,' she thought as a giddy nervousness made her body flush. She turned her head toward the house as her brother's silhouette stepped through the front door, his hands carrying the towels he had been sent to obtain. * * * * * * * * * * 'This ought to be good,' Jim thought to himself as he walked toward the dock and his sister. He figured turning on the dock light would up the ante on the situation. It had been her idea, so how could she wimp out? He had never really gotten a good look at his sister in the buff before; she was pretty good about keeping her bedroom door closed. The closest he ever gotten to a peek had been seeing her in a bra once. It had not been much of a thrill due to her diminuitive cup size. 'Hell, she'll probably turn her back and undress so fast I won't see much, maybe get a look at her butt.' As he strode down the gangway, he put a smile on his face. "Hope you don't mind the light?" he said as he threw her a towel. "You know, they could see us," his sister said looking toward the house. It was possible that they could be seen from their father's bedroom window. "I'm pretty they're still busy," he offered as he bent to undo his old sneakers. "Not going to chicken out, are you?" Joanna did not answer him. Her face sort of changed before his eyes. The timidity she had been projecting disappeared. As he stood to kick off his shoes, his sister crossed her hands in front of her waist and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. Before his eyes, she pulled it up and off her slender form, the neck of the garment pulling her hair backward off her face. Extracting her long mane from the shirt, she dropped it beside her on the deck. She was wearing a sports bra looking thing, standing between him and the pole where the light shone down from. So as she faced him, her front was in dim shadows. His eyes strained to see all he could since she was stationary for a second or two. He didn't think the bra was sort of see-through but he swore he could make out dark impressions where her nipples were; whether it was his mind filling in information he wanted or the actual deal, it had an erotic effect on him. The same kind of sensation he got looking at a Playboy. Feeling guilty, he began to open his mouth to say something to diffuse the moment but Joanna continued disrobing. Her hands went to the front of her bra and she actual did a half-turn into the light. As she undid the center clasp on her top, golden light spilled across her front. Jim's mouth fell open as she peeled her bra back, shrugging her shoulders to shake it down her arms, thrusting her naked chest out in the process. He had never seen a more seductive sight. The combination of her slenderness and the tightness of her little breasts, her ribs and the way she sucked in her stomach --- man, it just took his breath away. She looked almost feral, like a leopard. And what really got him going was the fact that she did not seem to be in any hurry to get in the water like he had imagined she would. In fact, he got the idea that she was posing for him! "Come on, slowpoke," she said, turning her face toward him as she began to undo her shorts. 'Christ, this could be embarrassing!' he thought as he felt the blood rushing to his loins. She had totally turned the tables on him. Hoping that the night air would still things, he quickly undid his shorts and pushed everything down in one fell swoop. Bent over facing her, he took a second or two longer to step out of his shorts, letting himself dangle without her seeing. It did calm things down but he still was not sure that his sister would not be able to notice the unnatural tumescence. Not that she had ever seen him nude before...... Getting his courage up, he let his upper torso raise back up, exposing himself to Joanna. * * * * * * * * * * 'WHHOOAAA!' Joanna's brain screamed as her shorts fell around her ankles, her eyes staring at her brother's crotch. It wasn't what she had been expecting. First off, she knew that dicks shrunk up when not in use. Jim's had been in his underwear all day and night. Add that to the nervousness that they both naturally had. Second off, Joanna had seen her brother nude not more than a year ago. Her best friend, Cheryl, and she had been getting crazy in her bedroom back in Chicago one night. Laughing, carrying on, talking about boys. Jim had come home from a nightly jog and they had seen him go into his bedroom, obviously in need of a shower. Cheryl had talked her into a little spy mission. Their house had a fake walkway around the outside of the second floor, a miniature bannister creating the effect of a veranda. It wasn't really meant to be walked on but it could support a person's weight. Out she and Cheryl had gone, going around to the side of the house wear Jim's window was. Crouching there for several minutes, they both had seen Jim come out of the bathroom, still towelling off his privates. Then, Joanna had estimated he had been maybe three inches in what she assumed had been a limp state. Now, she found herself looking at a good five inches! And she knew she had done it. Her brother had obviously become aroused. "You want to take a picture?" he said, his hands sort of coming up to halfway obscure her view. But she had seen enough. "Now who's the shy one?!" she said, feeling her body tingle as she stood there in her Hanes women's underwear. She wanted to stay there, strip off her underwear and... she did not know what she wanted to do. She did but she could not. It was wrong, she knew it. Not even the asteroid could make it right, not really. Suddenly she did not want to be there, not another second! Turning, she took two running steps toward the dock's edge and dove into the water. Numbing cold covered her confused body as she knifed into its inky darkness. It shocked her, arrested her breathing as her chest reactively tightened. She swam to the surface and forced herself to breath as she treaded water. Her brother broke the surface about ten feet to her right. "OOHHHH!" he cried. "Man, it's freezing!" "Oh, suck it up!" she called through teeth that lightly chattered. "Hey, Jo, are you alright?" he said swimming closer. "Sure," she said quickly. "It looked like you were going to cry," he said. "No, I wasn't...really. We're having fun, right?" "Oh, yeah, we're having fun," Jim mocked. "I think my fuckin' nuts just fell off." Joanna giggled at the thought, then poked fun at him without really thinking about what she was saying. "It's not like you were going to use them again," she said, then wished she had not. "Jeez, thanks for reminding me," Jim muttered. "Oh, come on....turn that frown upside down," Joanna tried. The water was better now as her body adjusted. "Alright, here's some fun," Jim suddenly perked up. "Tag is the game and I'm it!" With that, Jim slipped underneath the surface. Joanna gulped down a breath and threw herself to the right, trying to put as much distance between her and the place she knew her brother was going to be searching. Joanna hated being touched by something underwater, it was like a phobia. Running out of breath, she surfaced and began to pull her hair off her face. Behind her, maybe fifteen feet back, she heard her brother go "AHA!", and then a splash. Forgetting about her hair, Joanna went left underwater, kicking and pulling for all she was worth. Not getting a really good breath, she had to surface after only about fifteen feet or so. This time she came up with her face tilted up, letting her hair keep her face clear. She sputtered, wiped the water from her eyes and looked around for Jim. The only thing she saw was ripples where something had gone under about ten feet behind her. Her brother had learned not to give himself away. He was coming for her! Panicked, she threw herself into the water straight ahead, hoping to get away. Something hit the back of her heel and then she felt her ankle being corralled by one of her brother's hands. She surfaced immediately with him coming up behind her. "Gotcha!" he announced. "Not fair," she sputtered, smoothing her hair back. "Fair and square. I caught you. You're mine." Joanna squealed as her brother's right arm looped around her belly and she felt herself being pulled backward as he used his left arm and feet to propel them both back toward the dock. Jim had been a lifeguard in high school. Joanna went limp and let her feet float up to the surface. "Hey, I'm not drowning, you know," she said. "Just relax, Jo....I got you." His arm rode up on her body, his hand moving under her left arm pit. She gasp as his arm moved higher, up on the plane of her nipples. His fingers were stroking her side, his arm was sort of moving back and forth, rubbing over her nipples. She was being felt up! Subtlely, but he was taking advantages, she just knew it. Her plan was working better than she had thought and it freaked her out. "Let go!" she pleaded as she came alive, twisting away from Jim. Even as she did so, his hand slid across her top, copping another feel. "What's wrong?" Jim said as she faced him from about five feet. "You know what's wrong....your arm didn't have to be that high," she accused. "Hey, I don't know what...listen, you wanted to skinnydip. I was just doing a tow move, for Christssakes. You invite me out here, watch me strip down to nothing and then you don't do likewise," Jim complained and Joanna began to believe that she had made a mistake. "Well, alright, you got me. So have fun out here by yourself." Her brother turned to swim back to the dock and Joanna felt terrible. She had to make it right. "Wait, Jim. Wait," she pleaded. "What?" he said exasperatedly. "Come on, what's your problem?" "I don't know," Joanna said, confused again. "No, that's not true...it's the asteroid, the whole thing...being stuck here..." She trailed off as her eyes teared up, her lip quivering with emotion. "Jo?...." her brother began as he swam to her. "No, wait," she said, holding her hand up in front of him. She realized that this was the moment of truth. The whole thing had turned out terribly and only because she was too uptight. She knew she could make Jim want her; she had already seen the evidence. She just had to do it! "Okay, I'm sorry," she began. "Jim, this is really hard for me, so I'm not even going to try and say it...just stay right where you are..and don't grab me, okay?" "Yeah, sure, whatever," he said, his anger gone. Tentatively, Joanna brought her right leg up between them, reaching out with her foot. It hit her brother's treading leg and she shifted it up further, slowly steering it toward its target. When she found it, her brother let her know. "Jo!" "Ssssh! Not a word," she said softly and it cut him off like a shout. They looked at each other as her foot rubbed back and forth over his balls and cock, clearly telling him why she had not wanted him to not go to bed. * * * * * * * * * * Jim felt himself getting aroused again despite the frigid water. His sister was not just touching him to see what he felt like. Her foot was trying to excite him! He treaded water, not knowing really how to respond. She had an ambiguous look on her face, certainly not a look of seduction. She looked like a rabbit that would bolt at the first sign of any disapproval from himself. In fact, he really did not disapprove. It was wild, certainly nothing he would have instigated. She was his little sister, even if she was almost eighteen. But he certainly was not going to stop her if it was something she wanted. "Uh," he grunted as her foot pushed his half-hard cock upward, sandwiching it between his lower belly and the ball of her foot. She kept it there, pressing more of her sole against its trapped quarry. The heat and pressure of her foot got him more excited. That and the mental image of Joanna's damp body laid out on his bed. He had never really thought about her that way but now the thoughts were so intense. "Uhh," he grunted again as her toes wriggled against the end of his burgeoning member. A half-smile flickered on Joanna's mouth, the first sign that she was getting into what she was doing to him. "Uuhh, yeah," he added and the smile stayed on his sister's lips. He wanted to pull Joanna to him but she had said to keep his hands to himself and he had to keep treading water. He was not going to just let her try to get him off with her foot though. That was ridiculous and one-sided to boot. He could easily just move against his sister, she was only about three feet away, but he knew he had to take things slow. Kicking a little harder with his legs, he moved his left hand down and laid it on Joanna's ankle. "Jim," she uttered, the smile disappearing. "Jo, it's okay," he answered, running his hand up the side of her calf in slow circular motions. "Don't be afraid of me." "I'm not....I....I..." she stumbled. She looked like she was going to cry again. "Come here," he said and pulled her close with a hand under her knee, moving her leg around his body. She did not fight him anymore. In fact, she startled him by throwing herself against him, her arms encircling his torso as she lowered her chin and lodged her head against his neck. He had to continue treading using both hands as all her weight was added to his when her legs scissored around his hips, her ankles locking behind his thighs. "Joanna?...." he got out as her hot, slinky body pressed against his, her body heat intensified in the cold water. He could feel her nipples against his chest, his cock hard against his sister's tummy as she clung to him. God, it felt good! His sister wasn't crying as far as he could tell but she was obviously wigged out emotionally. It was a dilemna for him - he would be taking real advantage of her if he pressed her toward more intimacy when she was not thinking straight. But she took any decision away from him as her right hand moved between their bodies, going down his stomach... "Uuhhhh!" he gasp as her hand found his cock. * * * * * * * * * * 'It's wrong!' Joanna anguished, even as she pressed her body tighter against her brother and began to stroke his dick with her hand. Her mind said stop but her body needed it. She needed to be close to someone, held by someone, and her brother was there. She gasp into the cove of his neck as she felt him squirming his hips, working his cock through the ring of her numb fingers. It felt like a hot flashlight in her hand, so hot! It was then she realized how much larger Jim was than her last boyfriend, or even the boy that she had first slept with. He had to be over two of her handwidths in length, her strokes were more than that! Her brain was helter-skelter, she could not apply a number to the length. She just held on and worked it as her brother groaned near her ear. She felt her body tilting forward, moving more toward a horizontal attitude eventhough she remained plastered to Jim's strong body. Water lapped against her chin and she realized that he was swimming backward, taking her somewhere. She did not want to think about it. She pressed her face into his neck and pulled on his erection, the center of her universe. * * * * * * * * * * 'Just a little further,' Jim told himself, tilting his head back in the water to find the dock looming just behind them. His arms were tiring somewhat, although he could have treaded water for a lot longer; his arms were muscular from wrestling and weight training. But the main reason he wanted to reach the dock was to free up one of his hands. "Ahhhh!" he gasped again as Joanna milked his boner with her little hand. He thanked God for the partially numbing effect of the water. It was the only thing that had kept him from losing it up to that point. He just had to touch his sister. She was making his body sing but it was not going to be any better than a really, really, really good self-inflicted masturbation. He wanted to feel her up, see how far he could get with her. He wanted to get her so hot that she would come to his room, get in his bed. His head bumped into one of the oil drums and he lunched up with his right hand, turning it backward to grab the lip of the dock, making their bodies bounce in the water. "God, that's it, Jo," he hoarsely whispered into his sister's wet hair as his left hand began to roam her svelte form. Her hand became even more active as if his touch had thrown a switch in her back. He began on the upper portion of her back, his hand running under the wet swatch of her hair as his fingers played from one shoulder to the other. Then he let it run down the back of her slender, slightly-arched frame. Joanna's prominent backbone slid under his palm, only disappearing as his fingertips found the top of her panties. "Mmmmmm!" Joanna whimpered, her face coming up under his jaw. Jim felt her lips on his neck, her mouth kissing and sucking as her nose peppered his skin with little excited spurts of hot breath. "Aahahhh," he sighed, tilting his head back to give her all the neck she wanted. At the same time, his hand cupped her pantied butt, squeezing her sweet cheeks. He felt his nuts tightening, realized he could not stop the imminent release that his sister was driving him toward. Her hand was working his knob in a frenzy, her mouth sucking his throat like vampiress, her hard nipples, her crotch squirming against the base of his rod as if she were trying to escape his hand....... "Jo, uhh, your....oooh GOD! UUHHGGHHH!" he groaned as balls discharged themselves, so hard he thought they were going to implode. His hips jerked against hers, once, twice, again, as his seed gushed out in the lake water between their heated bodies. Her fingers were right at the vent, milking his cockhead. The thought that Joanna was probably feeling the slippery spurts sliding through her fingers made him shoot more. "UUHH...OOOWWW...uuhhhh!" he gasp as it finished, leaving him physically weak, like he had just finished a tough wrestling match. He did not even have five seconds to linger in the afterglow before Joanna pushed his sheltering arm away, her right hand leaving his cock to push at the crock of his elbow. Her left hand pushed him away and he dumbfoundedly watched her heave herself up onto the dock and scramble to her feet. "Jo!..hey, wait," he said, keeping his voice down. He did not want to draw anyone's attention to the dock now. He tried to haul himself out of the water as Joanna was grabbing at her clothes. He winced as his cock whacked against the bottom of the dock's lip. Lying there with his torso sprawled on the dock, he watched his wet, scantily-clad sister run away with her clothes in her arms, the towel he had brought her left behind. End of part two..... should be more next week. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----