Message-ID: <21986asstr$946260601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <38666938.202FDDC4@bellsouth.net> From: "Michael K. Smith" Reply-To: mksmith1@bellsouth.net X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY: "Psychology" by Michael K. Smith Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 668 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 15:13:56 EST Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 21:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin PSYCHOLOGY by Michael K. Smith Sherry had always loved to read. In fact, she thought she might decide to be a writer when she finally reached adulthood. So when the Junior class counselor handed her her recommended class schedule for the year, and she found she had an "open elective" in the 6th Period slot, she immediately began searching the catalog for an extra lit class she could sign up for. The extra credits wouldn't hurt, either, when she applied to college. But there were no literature classes available that period. Hardly anything else interesting, either. Damn, she thought: Metal Shop, Modern Art Appreciation, or Psychology. Whoopee. Well, she thought, with a sigh, Psych would be useful on her application forms, too. And it *had* to be more interesting than Art Appreciation, especially the last period of the day! As it turned out, Psychology 101 wasn't half bad. There were lots of new ideas to think about and the teacher was okay. In fact, in Sherry's considered opinion, Mr. Friend was kind of cute. Interesting name, too. But when it came time to assign term projects -- a major part of the semester grade -- Friend decided to let chance play a part. Instead of letting people pick their own topics, each person in the class had to draw a folded slip of paper from a paper sack. Sherry drew "Incest: Nature and Ramifications." She stared at the piece of paper for a full minute, trying to figure out just what she was supposed to do. She could also feel a flush creeping up the back of her neck. And when the bell rang a few minutes later, she gathered up her books and walked slowly up to the teacher's desk. "Mr. Friend,..." she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure how to begin. "What am I supposed to do with a topic like this?" She held out the paper. "I mean,... well,... what do I *do* with it?" Friend took it, glanced at it, and smiled. "Ah! You got one of the hot ones, I see!" He leaned back against his desk and folded his arms. "This is a good opportunity to learn about academic objectivity, Sherry. Or do you really think you couldn't manage a controversial subject?" That got her back up a little. She was almost a straight-A student and she had always written very good term papers. She could manage *any* research topic, she was sure of that! "Just a paper, then?" "Mmm,... no, I think you can manage more than just library research, don't you? I'll leave you to think about it a little. If you still can't think what you could do to explore a huge, meaty subject like incest, you come and see me again in a week or so, okay?" "Okay, I guess." She felt like she had gotten herself into a corner now. She didn't want Mr. Friend to think she wasn't capable to serious academic work. In fact, if she did a good job, maybe he'd be willing to write a letter of recommendation to go with her college applications next summer. Thoughts of college, and how to get into the sort of school she wanted, were never far from her mind. As it turned out, she never even thought about going back to her teacher for help. She hit the school library, and then the big public library downtown, and lugged home a heavy stack of books and a thick sheaf of photocopied articles. And she spent most of that week immersing herself in the subject of incest -- its history, its psychological and psychiatric background (some of which was hard going, even for a good reader), its sociological manifestation, and its criminal aspects. Sherry was one of two kids and her parents both earned professional salaries, so she and her brother each had a large bedroom thoroughly equipped with the latest in computer gear and video and sound systems. Not to mention their own phone numbers. Kevin was a senior but not quite a year older than she was. She had always thought of herself as the smarter one, but she had to admit Kevin made good grades. And when he hit seventeen, he'd blossomed into a real hunk. These days, her girlfriends came over to hang around him as much as to see her. But more important at the moment, her brother had already taken psychology. Finally, after a week and a half of wading through the literature on incest, Sherry found herself reading the same stuff over again. She seemed to have covered the subject as thoroughly as she was likely to, at least in its published form. She decided she needed some live input. So she went down the hall to Kevin's room and knocked. "Yeah...." He sounded preoccupied but she opened the door anyway, stepped in and closed it behind her. Kevin was sprawled on his back in bed, wearing only a pair of camp shorts, one arm tucked behind his head while his other hand supported a paperback copy of MILL ON THE FLOSS. Sherry was taken momentarily aback by his unconscious display of muscles. His chest seemed to have broadened since the last time she'd seen it. But George Eliot didn't seem to be a hit with him because he sighed with relief as he dog-eared the corner of the page and turned his head toward his visitor. "I don't know what you see in this Nineteenth Century stuff, Sis. What can I do for you?" "Uh..." She had to blink to clear her head. Jesus, her brother had gotten sexy! "It's this term research project I have for Psych. I've done as much reading as I can do, and now I need to talk to someone about it. The subject is, uh, incest." Kevin raised one eyebrow and grinned. "Oh, yeah? Drew a hot one, didn't you? Mr. Friend likes to throw a few zingers in the pot. My topic last year was Jungian archetypes. Kind of interesting, I suppose, but not very jazzy." "Well," she began as she thought about what she'd read, "all the authorities say that reported incidents of incest are only the tip of the iceberg. They think most cases don't get reported. Why do you suppose that it is?" He thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I dunno. From what I've seen in the papers and all, it seems to be a lot more reported than it used to be. There's always some child care agency willing to take in some kid that's been abused. I guess they must not all be abuse cases, though." "But some guy forcing his daughter or his niece to, you know, *do* things with him...!" "Well, wait a minute: Are all incest cases father-daughter? That can't be right...." "Um, no, I guess not. Mother-son stuff doesn't seem to happen very often...." "Doesn't surprise me," he laughed. "Mom's okay, but she's not my type!" Sherry laughed at the sudden image in her mind of her mother and her brother making out in a parked car. "There's also brother-sister stuff," she went on. "Well, *that's* believable," Kevin said after a moment. He leered as he let his gaze move up and down his sister's body, taking in the long, reddish-blonde hair, the long legs, the shortshorts and sleeveless bare-midriff top. "'Course, it depends on the sister...." Sherry was flattered and flustered, even though she knew her brother was deliberately trying to rattle her. Instead, she tucked one knee in front of the other and arched her back a little. "Maybe *that's* what I should do my research on," she replied, leering back at him. Kevin pursed his lips and seemed to consider it. "And just how to you plan to carry out your field research, Sis?" There was a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, I dunno -- maybe I should interview people. You know: My friends and their brothers. My brother and *his* friends. Whaddya think, Kev? Think you could give me good, honest answers?" "Well, if you're serious..., yeah, I guess I could do that. What kind of questions?" "Dunno yet. Let me think about it. I'll get back to you, okay?" He shrugged again and seemed bemused as she slipped back out into the hall. It took a couple more days of reading to construct what Sherry thought would be a reliable questionnaire, but when she was ready, she left a note on Kevin's pillow that she would like to interview him that evening, while their parents were out at a company party. She was careful to dress less provocatively, too, changing into jeans and a sweatshirt before she went and knocked on his door. Her brother seemed to have had the same thought: He was wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. Kevin had a work table to one side of his room, and Sherry sat there rather than on his bed. She wanted to keep this interview professional. Kevin dragged another chair to the other side of the table and sat and watched her expectantly. "Okay, now I want you to give me totally honest answers, okay?" She was a little nervous, the way he was looking at her. "Just forget I'm me and be candid." Her brother nodded, leaned back, and folded his arms. She readied her pencil and cleared her throat. "Okay, Number One: Have you ever had incestuous thoughts about your sister?" His eyebrows went up again. "That's awfully broad, isn't it? And besides, wouldn't that be a normal part of growing up? Developmental stages, and Freud, and all that?" Sherry looked at her questionnaire. He was right, she thought. She had to be more precise. "Okay. Um. Have you had incestuous thoughts about m--, about your sister in, say, the past two years? And be honest!" "Yes, I have." Sherry froze for a moment and her mind blanked out. He *what*? She looked up from her paper. Kevin was watching her curiously but he seemed perfectly serious. "Um, what, um,..." She had to clear her throat again. "What kind of thoughts?" "Oh, the usual, I guess." She opened her mouth and he went on with a smile. "I've wondered what she looks like under the shorts and skimpy tops. I've wondered what her skin might feel like. What it might be like to touch her... in certain places. You know." Sherry could feel her face getting warm and her pulse accelerating. She knew her reaction wasn't at all professional, but she couldn't help it. Suddenly, all she could think about was what Kevin had looked like, lying on his bed with no shirt. "Have you, um, ever thought about, uh, more than that?" she finished rather lamely. She'd completely forgotten about the questions so neatly organized on the paper before her. "Yeah, I've thought about a lot more than that. Candidly? I've wondered what it would feel like to fuck my sister. I've wondered if *she* ever thinks about things like that." Now it was his turn to clear his throat. "Kevin, I..." Her mind was whirling madly around and her voice didn't want to work. And she felt a small tingly sensation, down between her legs, which she knew was *definitely* not professional. "How long, uh, have you been thinking about this?" "Just since last week, actually, Sis. When you came to talk to me about it. So I guess you only have yourself to blame." He smiled, but Sherry thought he seemed a bit sad. "You never thought about me like this before?" She'd forgotten the professional third person. "No, not really. Well -- just, like I said, the occasional thought when I was a lot younger. The usual sort of thing, I guess, that any boy wonders about who has a very pretty sister." Sherry was not often at a loss, but she had no idea at all what to do about any of this. She was feeling sexually aroused and a little upset and even a little angry, all at the same time. Well, not exactly angry, but annoyed with herself. It must be her fault that Kevin was fantasizing about her. And she didn't know what to do about it. And, truthfully, she sort of liked that idea that her good-looking big brother was turned on by her. But all this was probably not a good idea. "Look, Kev, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen, you know that, don't you?" He nodded. "But it did happen, Sis. Not that anything is ever likely to come of it...." That stopped her. His expression now was almost hopeful. An unwanted image flashed through her mind, of Kevin stripping off his shirt and jeans, of her doing the same. She swallowed but her throat was still, suddenly, very dry. And that tingly feeling was back. "Kevin,... Please don't say that. Because we couldn't. It would be so wrong...." "Well, what did your reading say about sibling incest cases that weren't reported? Where there wasn't any abuse to report? Do you suppose that happens a lot?" "I don't know." She was glad to escape back to psychology. "A few sources said those kinds of cases might be heavily under-reported. I guess if both of them, uh, if the brother and sister both *wanted* to do it and neither of them felt pressured... um. What are you getting at?" Kevin leaned forward, elbows on the table. Sherry struggled not to lean back away from him. She had no reason at all to be afraid of her brother; he would never hurt her, she was absolutely, totally sure of that. "Sis, if I feel this way, and if, uh, you were to feel that way, too... If we decided to do something about our feelings, that is... well, whose business would it be but ours? Who would it hurt?" If *I* felt that way? Sherry thought about it, quite seriously. How did she really feel about, for instance, Kevin seeing her naked? What about seeing him naked? Well, being honest, she thought she would like that. He was so nice-looking! And if she could think that, why shouldn't he think the same sort of things about her? She blinked. "Well,... I don't guess it would be *anybody's* business, would it? Do you think we could, uh,... test it? Or something?" He gave her another curious look. "You know - whether we might really feel like, you know, doing something. Together, I mean. Or whatever. Um...." "Ye-e-e-s-s-s.... I guess we could 'test' it." He hesitated. "Do you want to start?" Sherry just sat and looked at her brother for a moment. Then she slowly pushed that chair back and stood up. Taking a deep breath, she took the knit hem of her sweatshirt in both hands and quickly drew it over her head. As she pulled her arms free and tossed it on the bed, she shivered slightly and felt goosebumps popping up above the edge of her bra, but she looked her brother in the eye and smiled. "How's that?" He smiled back. "Very nice. I was right -- you're very pretty. And very sexy. And now it's my turn, right?" He stood up and pulled off his tee-shirt. As it went over his head, Sherry glanced down and noted the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. It made her breath come faster, knowing he had a hard-on for her. They stood there for perhaps thirty seconds, eyes moving over each other's body. Then Kevin said, "If we're doing this step-by-step, Sis, I think I'm one step ahead of you." Sherry reached behind her back to undo her bra, knowing this was a much bigger step. There was no big deal, really, about her brother seeing her in her underwear, but deliberately showing him her tits was a very different matter. But it didn't make her stop. She undid the hooks and let the bra slide slowly down her arms and onto the floor. Unconsciously, she drew her shoulders back and sucked in what little stomach she had. Her nipples were already hardening and feeling Kevin's eyes on them stiffened them up even tighter. "Man... Sis, you have no idea how beautiful you are." His throat sounded dry, now. He moved slowly around the table and Sherry turned to face him as he stopped a foot away. He could touch her now, she thought. But he didn't. He just let his warm gaze move over her like honey, from one breast to the other, from her collarbone down to the hard little red tips of her. "I guess it's my turn again, isn't it?" She stepped out of her moccasins and unsnapped her jeans. The sound was startlingly loud. Her brother backed away a step, obviously so he could see all of her. She bent and pushed the jeans slowly down her legs, taking her time, making him wait for it. When she realized how she was vamping him with this striptease, she found herself almost laughing out long. Maybe she had *always* wanted to do this. Wouldn't *that* be a hoot! She stood up straight and pulled her feet free of the jeans, then tucked her hands behind herself so he could look. She was wearing ordinary white cotton bikini panties, nothing fancy or particularly sexy, she thought -- but her brother certainly seemed to like the effect. He was licking his lips and rubbing his palms against his hips. "Now you," she said softly. Silently, Kevin unsnapped his own jeans and pushed them down to the floor and stepped out of them. His white briefs stuck out at least two inches in front, and she saw he was actually blushing. Eyeing his erection, she thought she saw it move a little, and that got her to blushing, too. Only one step left to go, she thought. Can't chicken out now. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down just a little. Kevin was watching avidly and she found she liked that -- a lot. She pushed a little farther, until her carefully trimmed pubic hair began to peek out. Could she really do this? Why not, she thought -- and pushed them quickly down to her knees. Then she did a little shimmy, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and the white cotton tumbled the rest of the way down her legs. Then she put her hands behind her again and canted one hip, and waited. Kevin's eyes traveled up and down his sister's slender body without interruption, from her trusting face to her smooth-looking breasts, paler than her tanned stomach, and on down to the dark blonde patch below her belly that wasn't dense or dark enough to conceal the hint of a dividing line. Sherry could tell exactly where his eyes were directed by the heat she felt on her body. "C'mon -- it's your turn," she said, wishing her voice didn't sound so thick and hoarse. Without a word, Kevin pushed his briefs down. His penis, bent momentarily downward, sprang back up to a solid, thick horizontal. Sherry stared at it, unable to think, unable to look elsewhere, unable to keep her hand from drifting toward her own crotch. She had never seen a guy's thing before, not even the few times she had stroked a date through the front of his chinos. Not even the one time she had let a boy she particularly liked undo his belt and push her hand down inside. She had felt it, inside all the clothing, but not very well, and she hadn't seen it at all. She hadn't imagined it would look this. Her fingers brushed the top of her public patch, but she didn't notice. Her brother had noticed though. His hand moved equally slowly to his dick and he began to stroke it, lightly, carefully. "What do you think, Kev? Should we stop here? Did we pass the test or fail it?" She smiled. She wanted very much to do for him what his own hand was doing. "What test?" He smiled back. "Fuck the test. I want to touch you, Sis. May I?" Sherry didn't answer. Instead, she moved closer to him, stopping an instant before his trembling cock would have touched her belly. She reached down without looking and put her hand on top of his, letting it move back and forth a few times. Then Kevin carefully withdrew his hand and her fingers began to trace slow patterns up and down the warm, rigid flesh. The she had to look. She marveled at the shape of his organ, at the smoothness of its flaring cap, at the engorged artery on its underside. She circled his dick with her fingers and let them slide all the way down to its base, smiling as his hair prickled and tickled her knuckles. Sherry squeezed his cock. It felt so weird and so wonderful at the same time. Thick and warm and stiff, and it was all because of her, she realized. She glanced up from what she was doing when Kevin groaned, deep in his throat. His eyes were barely open and he seemed about to topple over. Moving around him without letting go, Sherry led him to his bed and sat down. His cock was now almost at eye level, and she studied it in continuing fascination. Kevin's big hand moved forward and his fingers trailed across her nipple, and she started from the electricity that leapt between them. She pressed herself against his hand, wanting to feel his fingers all over her. She looked again at his cock and noted a hint of moisture at the tip of it. She thought about it. She'd never done it before, but what the hell. Carefully, willing herself not to gag, she leaned forward and put out her tongue. The feel of it against the smooth, soft head of his cock was marvelous. Cautiously, she opened her mouth and closed it over the head, circling her tongue around and around it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the taste and feel of her brother's cock. She had expected it to taste bad, but it didn't. In fact, the taste of his penis was kind of sweet. She deliberately formed the thought in her mind: 'This is what goes into me, this is what he would fuck me with.' She shivered with excitement. And Kevin's hand continued to caress her breast and stroke her nipple. Could she take any more of it into her mouth, she wondered? Would she choke on it? She began to suck in, a little at a time, until she had half his penis in her mouth. That was as far as she thought she could go, but she loved knowing her mouth was filled with his cock. She let her teeth close just far enough to feel him tense a bit, and then she relented and began to suck harder. She felt her brother's breath catch, and then his hands were stroking her head -- not pulling or forcing, but running her hair between his fingers and letting a fingertip move down over the shell of her ear. She was relieved he was being so gentle with her. She wished she could swallow his entire cock. Just as she really applied the suction, Kevin's hands began insistently to try to pry her loose. She released his cock, which made a *pop* as it left her lips, and she gasped for breath. "What? Don't you want me to ?" "I don't want to come in your mouth, Sis," he managed to say. She tried to imagine that, but couldn't. Then he urged her back on the bed. She scooted back towards the wall and lay back on the pillow as Kevin lay down beside her. I sure never expected I'd be naked in bed with my brother, she thought hazily. But I like it. Kevin slid his arm under her and looked down into her eyes, which made her feel definitely lightheaded. Then he kissed her. Somehow, that possibility had never occurred to her, but she quickly found herself kissing him back. And she knew, without a single doubt, that she wanted him. Kevin drew back just far enough to see her face and seemed to be waiting, so she smiled at him. He smiled back and she felt his hand moving across her ribs, sliding down her belly, gliding lightly over her narrow bush, and insinuating itself between her thighs, which parted for him without conscious thought on her part. Then her stomach tightened and her spine tingled as his fingers grazed her clit. She tried not to tremble any more than she already was. Reaching down, she grasped his dick once more and tugged lightly at it. Kevin growled a little and his finger slid inside her. She squeezed it without thinking, and he smiled at her again. She knew he had felt that. Only a couple of guys had ever put their fingers inside her before, and it had never felt anything like this! "Kevin,... Kev,... I want you to do it to me. I want you to fuck me." She was sure of it, and she wondered at the anguished look on her brother's face. "Sis -- God, I want to, too. But I don't have anything. No condoms or anything. We can't take the chance...." She squeezed her hand tighter around his cock and tried to pull him to her. He closed his eyes and his jaw dropped a little. "But we have to! I don't care about the condom!" "You'd hate me forever if something happened and you got pregnant -- and you'd be right. I want to fuck you more than you can possibly imagine -- but we just can't!" He slid a second finger inside her and stroked deep inside her cunt. Sherry writhed in an agony of lust. Then Kevin began scooting farther down in bed, completely off the pillow. He removed his fingers from her pussy and urged her to straddle him. She wasn't sure what he wanted at first, but when she figured it out, she quickly turned around and swung her leg over his chest, thrusting her crotch toward his face and lowering her mouth over his cock once more. When he gripped her hips in his big hands and his tongue began moving up and down her pussy, she nearly fainted on top of him. She slid her soft hands up and down his muscular thighs as she sucked him deeper into her mouth than she had thought possible. She knew, somehow, that she wouldn't choke -- and she wanted as much of him as possible. There were no more words after that. Kevin's tongue moved all over her crotch, from her buzzing clit, down the length of her pussy, all the way back to her asshole. He sucked her flesh, licked her wetness, drilled his snaky tongue deep inside her. She thought her cunt must be on fire -- she pictured actual flames shooting out of her crotch -- and the sensations just kept piling up. For her part, Sherry tried her best to deep-throat her brother, gobbling madly until his pubic hair brushed her lips. She could feel the head of his penis pressing hard against the back of her throat. He was even unconsciously lifting his hips, trying to thrust it more deeply into her, and she took whatever he could give her. They were totally lost in each other. Finally, as Sherry began to breathe faster and hump her pussy against his face, he gripped her ass tightly and mumbled something urgently. She understood and she let him slide almost halfway out of her mouth. And then he was jerking and her mouth was filled with geysers of warm, sticky, salty semen. She was dizzy with it, swallowing hard as each new burst hit the back of her throat, sucking at him. From the corner of her eye, she saw that his toes were twitching. And that was enough to set her off, too. She pushed her cunt hard against his face, not really caring at that moment whether he could breathe or not. And when he sucked suddenly at her clit, she exploded, just as he had. His cock dropped from her mouth -- though still connected to it by streamers of semen -- as she gasped and clenched her fists. A few last spurts from his cock deposited more come on her lips and chin. She squeezed his chest between her knees and shook as the climax rocked through her. Sherry collapsed slowly on top of her brother and her stroked her ass and her back. Then neither of them moved for several minutes. Sherry looked at the come smeared over the head of his penis and slowly licked it from her lips and gums. She was amazed she was still alive. She wondered if she had screamed. She'd masturbated on many occasions, but never -- *never* - had she experienced a climax like that. But she liked it. She thought about Kevin's semen oozing down into her stomach, and she smiled to herself. She liked that, too. Finally, with a small moan, Sherry raised her leg and toppled off the steaming body beneath her. It took her a minute to crawl around in a circle so she could be face-to-face with him again. Amazingly, she could see herself reflected in his eyes. She reached out and stroked his cheek. "Okay, I guess you're right," she whispered. "We shouldn't take the chance of fucking...." He grinned back at her and then kissed her slowly on the lips. She melted into it and when it ended, she snuggled against his broad chest. "The question," he replied, "is whether we passed the test." "I don't know about me, Kev, but you certainly passed!" "So did you, Sis. No question." He stroked her hair and she could practically hear him thinking. "So: Are you going to write this up for your Psych class?" She felt his chest move with suppressed laughter. "I think I'd get an 'A' if I did! But seriously, Kevin -- this afternoon answers the question of abuse pretty completely. For all I know, nine out of ten brothers and sisters fuck each other all the time and keep their mouths shut about it." "Probably not -- but we're definitely going to keep *our* mouths shut. Right?" "Absolutely. We'd both be in deep shit for real. Years of psychoanalysis and all that. And maybe Juvenile Court." She snuggled closer. "Fuck 'em. This is just for us." "Yes. This is ours and it's nobody else's business. But I still don't know whether we ever ought to do it again." Yeah, there was that. What if Kevin went out and got some condoms? Hell, what if *she* did? Did that mean they ought to fuck? "Kev, I don't know and I'm not even going to try to figure it all out until I'm sober again. But I'm not going to rule anything out. Maybe I'll tiptoe down the hall naked one of these nights and slip into your bed. I dunno what I'm going to do, honestly." "Well, we don't do anything when the folks are home. Can we agree on that?" She nodded. She had no interest in being caught. "Other than that, I agree. Let's just let it lie -- so to speak. We'll think about it and then discuss it later, okay?" "Okay. And Kevin?" She turned her head and looked up at him. "I love you, you know." He squeezed her in a warm hug and she felt very lucky. "I love you, too, Sis." END ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright 1998 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- Michael K. 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