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	The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this
and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO,  if you can read and
enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.

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	All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my part.

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	Official stuff:  Story codes: mf, teen, inc, con.

	If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
further and complain. Copyright 2003, by Gina Marie Wylie.

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	I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if you
remove some of the hots.  All comments and reasoned discussion welcome.

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	Saturday, March 16, 2002

	I woke up in the morning, stiff and sore; muscles I'd never imagined
hurt in ways I wouldn't have imagined.  I took a shower, knowing that
when I did, the last lingering smells of Marsha were going to flow away.
I sighed as I soaped up; I'd seen the clock before I'd walked to the
bathroom.  Almost nine; Marsha had told me that her parents had planned
to be on the road by eight.  Already she was gone.

	I contemplated life and the universe.

	I wasn't ever going to see her again.  Never.  And, if that was bad,
I had a strong suspicion that was Marsha's intent all along.  What was
it she said?  `I could never do this in Seattle.'  It was something like
fifteen hundred miles between Phoenix and Seattle.  There was no way I
was ever going to get there. Maybe her parents would buy that house in
Sedona?  Maybe they'd come and visit Tony's parents again?

	It was March...would she be faithful until June?  July or August
maybe?  I laughed at the thought.  Not from what she'd said.   Was
someone like Marsha seeing someone?  I expected so; realized that if she
was, it was another girl.

	Me?  I'd never imagined going out with a girl for the first time and
doing everything I had ever imagined doing with a girl and more
besides...and then never seeing her again.  What if it happened again?
Experience said that if the opportunity presented itself I wasn't likely
to say no.  I shook my head, nope, I wasn't in love with Marsha; she had
been the first girl I'd been with and it was a deliberate thing on her
part.  Well, it had been pretty deliberate on my part too.

	Around noon, I was fixing a PB&J sandwich, when my mom breezed into
the kitchen.  "Tom, I know I asked you if you'd go shopping this
afternoon."

	I nodded; a small price to pay for the use of the car;  I did all of
mom's errands and she paid for the gas.

	"Well, your dad and I have been talking about getting a new
dishwasher, so we're going off to Costco, then the mall.  I'll get the
shopping done while we're out.  You won't mind?"

	I laughed and shook my head.

	"Joanna's stayed over at Penny's last night, she should be back
before I leave."  Or, in other words, JR had better be home before mom
left.

	I finished my sandwiches, cleaned up after myself.  JR appeared
while I still had my hands in the sink, grinned at me, and announced her
presence.  JR had turned thirteen in January.   Stamped from the same
Ferguson cookie-cutter like dad and myself, five two, thin, brown hair
and blue eyes.  She was studious, usually serious and intent; smarter
than the rest of us and then some.

	Not for the first time, I watched her leave the room; she was
wearing jeans that stretched taut over a nicely shaped posterior, a crop
top that was more modest than a bikini top...but still left a lot of
skin showing.  You are, I mentally told her as she vanished into the
dining room, getting to be quite a little hottie, sister mine.

	A while later, mom and dad vanished down the road, I had retired to
my room to listen to some tunes on my boom box and read; in this case an
old Heinlein juvenile about a boy caught up in interplanetary intrigue
and ends up stranded on Venus during a war; really cool, and hardly
dated at all, even though it was fifty years old...except for the
descriptions of Mars and Venus of course.

	After a few minutes, JR knocked on my open door, and I looked up at
her.  "Afternoon, JR.  Have a good time over at Penny's?"

	JR nodded and smiled, and I waved for her to come in.  We were
really good about each other's personal space; mom was forever praising
me to her friends and holding me up as a paragon of virtue.  And here I
was oogling my sister's small breasts, clearly outlined under her top; I
could see the shadow of her nipples beneath the fabric.  Trying not to
stare was pretty hard.

	"Could I ask you something, Tom?"  JR asked, "Something personal?"

	"Sure, JR, you know me."  Over the years my sister had asked maybe a
million questions of the people around her; maybe three quarters of
those had come my way; I was about the only person who was always
patient with her.

	"Promise you won't tell anyone," she said, and I met her eyes.

	"I promise.  When have I ever?"  I said neutrally, wondering all the
while what thirteen-year old girl secrets I was going to hear.

	"Never, but this is special."

	"I promise, cross my heart, hope to die."  I said, crossing my
heart.

	She smiled at that. "I want to ask my question, then I want to
explain why I'm asking, so be patient, okay?"

	"I'm always patient, JR.  Even when you spend ten minutes beating
around the bush."

	She stuck her tongue out at me, and I waved for her to go ahead.

	"Is going down on someone having sex with them or not?"  She asked
then, getting down to brass tacks with patented JR quickness.  I stared
at her, then started to say something, but she had gone on before I
could get any words out.

	"I'm asking because of two things.  Last year, the first week of
November was Camp Weekend."  Some weekend, I thought sarcastically. We'd
done that when I'd been in seventh grade too.  You get Thursday and
Friday off from school, but you go to a camp in the mountains.  And have
to stay Saturday and Sunday as well.  No offense, but making reed mats
and bead chains aren't my favorite things, although walks in the woods
are ok.

	"I was in a cabin with Penny and a bunch of others you don't know,
except maybe Nicki Barrett."  I knew Nicki a little, her brother Stan
was my age and was an avid Magic player, as was I.  "Susan Morgan was
our counselor."  I nodded, knowing Susan slightly; she was a senior, and
played Magic sometimes too.

	"The first night Susan explained that oral sex isn't really sex;
President Clinton said that. And that there had been a lot of talk, and
the congress had ended up agreeing with him."

	I laughed, "Mom and dad were certain you weren't old enough to hear
about any of that."  In fact, they'd done their best to keep me from it
as well; but eleven year old boys are incurably curious about anything
like that being talked about so openly and in such exquisite detail.

	"Susan did it to us.  All of us, except Nicki; she was having her
period."

	I blinked in astonishment.  Susan Morgan was gay?  She'd chowed down
on a whole cabin of twelve year old girls? Eleven and twelve year old
girls, because that's how old JR would have been then?  Wow!

	"Susan told us it was okay, it was just girl play, and a couple of
girls did it to her, too." JR made an odd twisting motion with her hand.
"Now, well Penny's boyfriend says going down on a boy isn't sex either.
That it's okay because it's not really sex."  A pause, "Is it okay?"

	"I'm the wrong person to ask,"  I told her.  "A boy has just one
thing on his mind; I don't know about girls, but boys will say and do
anything to have sex with a girl.

	"Is going down on someone having sex?"  I asked rhetorically.  "I
don't know.  If that's all you did..."  Again I shook my head.  "Then
maybe it's not.  But usually with a boy, it's just the first thing he
wants."  Actually, until my experience last night with Marsha, I hadn't
been aware it came first. But I was willing to put it at the top of the
list now!

	"Penny and I were talking, we thought maybe Susan and Penny's
boyfriend are BSing us," she said right out.  JR bit her lip.  "Penny
said after she did it to Susan, Susan offered to fingerfuck her.  We
decided that's sex."

	This was the first time I'd heard the term, but it didn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out what she meant.  I nodded, but added,
"Like I said, I'm the wrong person to ask about this.  Girls and
girls...."  I sighed.  Well, Marsha was like that, she had certainly
seemed nice.

	"Have you ever done it? Oral sex?  Real sex?"  JR asked.

	I looked my sister right in the eye.  "JR, that's personal. Asking
my opinion about something, that's okay. But ask what I do..."  I shook
my head.

	"I hear you, at night you know." She told me.  "Your bed squeaks,
and when you get really excited, it bumps the wall.  I do it too,
listening to you."

	I blushed from my hair roots to my toenails. "It's all right," JR
told me, "everyone does it. I rub myself a lot."

	My sister masturbated listening to me beat off? Maybe a couple of
times I'd had fantasies about JR, but not often.  How many times had she
done it?  I'd had a serious raging hard on for some time over the topic
of conversation; now it seemed to swell yet again.

	"I'd like to see that!" I said in a soft voice, what I thought was
to myself.  Instead, it was JR's turn to blush and I realized she'd
heard me say the words.

	There was a moment of silence between us, then JR surprised me
again. She waved at my midsection. "If I did that for you, go down on
you, would you tell me if I was doing it right?"

	I gargled, stunned.  "You're serious?"  I asked, seriously surprised
myself.

	JR stepped towards me, nodding.  "Turn a little more to face me."
She murmured, and woodenly, I complied. Then she knelt between my legs,
worked my zipper very expertly, and with less trouble than Marsha had
the previous night, pulled my erection out of my shorts.

	She took me in her mouth in a manner completely different than
Marsha had; Marsha had never had more than about half of me inside her
mouth at a time, using suction and her tongue to get the desired result.
JR used suction, but essentially swallowed me whole.   It felt very,
very much like the last few minutes with Marsha than the first few;
completely inside a moist, soft embrace of skin.

	With Marsha I'd done all sorts of things to keep from shooting
early; this time I was unable to muster up any desire to do so, shooting
in just a minute or so of JR's attention.   And she was paying attention
to more than just my hard on; one hand cupped my balls, lightly stroking
them. When I came it was as hard as I'd done with Marsha, I moaned and
groaned and sighed as I came.

	Afterwards JR was more like Marsha had been, using her mouth and
tongue to wipe me clean, before rocking back on her heels and looking at
me. "Was that okay?"  she asked, with a mischievous grin on her face.

	"That wasn't the first time you've done that."  I said, saying the
first thing that popped into my head.

	"You said that this was personal, and you didn't want to talk about
it. You don't want to tell me how many times you've had a girl do this;
I'm not going to tell you how many times I've done it."

	"Well,"  I told her, "yeah, that was good. Really good."  My
hormones then made my mouth run away.  What was it that Marsha had said
last night?  "Would you like me to do the same for you?"

	Her eyes bulged.  "You'd do that?"  Her voice was a whisper. "Gosh,
Susan and Penny both say, boys don't want to."

	"Penny and Susan don't know everything."  I told her.  "I like it."
I remembered Marsha twisting and moaning; somehow it didn't seem that
big of a deal that I hadn't liked the taste or smell.  I reached out and
popped the snaps on JR's jeans.  "Say the word and I'll make your day,
too."

	I watched her face as I ran her zipper down, then tugged on her
jeans.  For a second I thought JR was asleep; then her eyes,  half open,
opened all the way and looked into mine.

	"You want to have sex with me, don't you Tom?"  JR whispered.

	"I was going to eat you up."  I told her, adding to myself, "Then I
was going to try to have sex with you."

	She pushed her jeans down, a little defiantly.   "Penny and I
thought since we're friends, it was okay to have sex.  So we fingerfuck
as well as go down on each other." JR said, looking at me.  "It seemed
stupid not to kiss on the lips, when we kiss everywhere else.

	"Now, she's got a boyfriend and they're having sex too.  Guess it's
my turn."

	To my surprise, JR waved at the bed. "Lay down."

	I looked at her, not understanding, so she elaborated, "Lay down on
your back."  I did as bid, and she pulled off her jeans and got on top
of me, starting with her legs on either side of me, even with my
stomach.  She grinned at me. "You don't have much practice, do you?"

	"Haven't heard any complaints." I told her, and JR grinned, and
moved forward. When she did, I could see what was going to happen.  She
was going to sit on my face, another interesting concept I'd heard
about, but not truly understood the mechanics.

	JR's pussy was completely different than Marsha's. Marsha had a
hairy, thick bush.  JR was completely bare, and there was almost no
smell; when I tasted her, JR's flavor was a little sweet and tart,
reminding me of lemonade. Marsha had a larger clit, JR's was a small
button, difficult to find.  JR had long prominent pussy lips, that
seemed to go on forever.

	I kept at it, using my hands on JR's bottom to push her more tightly
towards my mouth.  It was harder to get my tongue inside her as well, it
didn't go in nearly as far; the difference, I thought, between someone
six and a half feet tall and someone five two.

	I looked up from where I was licking, saw that JR had pushed up her
crop top, was massaging her breasts.  And what breasts! Marsha had
generous grapefruit halves; JR was much smaller, they were conical,
mainly nipple.  I found the sight of them more stirring than Marsha's
much larger breasts had been.

	Marsha had reacted quickly to my tongue, JR was slower, but
responsive nonetheless; I could see she was enjoying it immensely, but
then so was I.  Marsha had made ten thousand little comments, mostly
suggestions to make it feel good for her.  JR was intent on one thing,
and one thing only: coming.  And when she came it was softer than
Marsha's, a trembling shiver, a long sigh. Then a single word: "Again!"

	This time I let my hands roam more actively over her butt and back
as I used my tongue to work at her clit, before returning to her sweet
honey pot.  This time JR's orgasm was more like Marsha's, wild and
shuddering, and she was much louder.

	JR leaned down, propping herself up on her elbows, as she slid down
my torso.  "I was wrong about not being experienced."

	"Not much."  I admitted, aware of her damp pussy, now laying on top
of my hard on.  It twitched, and I wiggled it against her.

	JR smiled at me. "You want to do it with me, don't you?"

	"I told you, that's what boys want."  I put my hands back on her
butt, pressing her down against me.  "I didn't lie about that."

	JR giggled.  "And girls want something else?  I don't think so!"

	"I don't want to get you pregnant."  I murmured, wanting ever so
much to plunge inside of JR, regardless of consequences.

	"And I don't want to get pregnant either. Tom, it's another secret.
I haven't had my first period.  The doctor said, maybe not for another
year.  And I got some cream stuff, that I can use.  I won't get
pregnant."

	She reached down between us, lifting up a bit.  She took hold of my
cock, started rubbing it on the outside of her pussy lips.  It was an
exquisite feeling, and she rubbed it for a couple of minutes, then
slowly starting putting it inside her.

	Again, she was very different from Marsha.  I'd slid into Marsha
easily; but even wet, it was slow entering JR.  JR was much smaller, and
now I knew the difference between a `tight box' and the rest of
womankind.  I was definitely going to be a fan of the `tight box' sort
of girl, I thought.

	But all good things finally happen; and now I was fully inside JR. I
moved and she moved and the world and sky moved; it was beautiful. Not
to mention, we did it for a wonderfully long time.

	Afterwards I felt lazy and wonderful, like the night before,
enjoying the feeling of just laying there, my erection buried inside
JR's pussy.  JR was silent as well, for a long time.  Then she moved,
looking off to one side.  "Oh my God!"  She murmured, I looked, at saw
the clock on my night stand. After three thirty.  "Mom and dad could
come home any second!"

	"And might not be back for hours."  I told her, my hands roaming her
bare back from shoulders to bottom, my thumbs moving stretching out over
her chest to rub across her breasts.

	JR giggled. "It was nice, wasn't it?"

	"It was very nice.  I'm glad you liked it."  I told her.

	"Oh yeah! Not at all like when I'm with Penny!  But..."  She sighed,
and I felt her pussy contract around my erection.  "God!"  she murmured,
and started to move again. "I want it again!"

	I did too, and the hell, I thought, with the risk.  I pulled JR down
to me,  kissing her hard and hungry, like I remembered Marsha kissing
the night before.  We started some serious loving then, JR bouncing up
and down on my midsection, me trying to hang on while trying to reach
deeper inside her each and every stroke.

	We were well on our way to another mutual completion when the sound
of a car door slamming in the driveway came from below; a spasm of fear
shot through both of us.  For a second I thought my erection was in a
vice, JR squeezed so hard.  I shot instantly, and I could feel her
tremble as well; but it was only for an instant.  Then JR was up,
frantically grabbing clothes and then hurrying down the hall and the
stairs.

	I lay in my bed, still dressed, except for undone jeans, my cock
still twitching and dribbling a little. Only belatedly did I remember
that I was supposed to go downstairs when mom got back from a store trip
to help carry bags inside.  I hastily got up, used an old t-shirt I just
happened to have on hand in my night stand to clean up, zipped up my
jeans, checked myself in the mirror,  hoping I didn't look too obviously
like I'd just been doing it with my sister.

	I'd brought in most of the bags with dad's help, before JR came down
from upstairs, yawning.  "I was taking a nap."  She said, "Sorry."

	"That's okay, dear." Mom had told her.  I finished my chore and went
back up to my room.

	After a few minutes of contemplating the afternoon, I picked up the
book I'd been reading.  Folded inside it, where you couldn't see it, was
a piece of paper.  It read simply, "That was the best!" and had JR's
initials on the bottom; JR liked to a do a fancy loop on the J.  This
time there was a happy face inside the J.  I grinned to myself.  It had
been, that was for sure!

	Still, I had to think about life with JR after this afternoon. Sure
as the sun rises and sets, I thought, we're going to do it again. The
thought of doing it again brought a hard on, and I pressed my fingers
against it, wishing I had the time and privacy to whip it out and get
some relief.  Or better, have JR come and suck on it.  Simply thinking
about JR coming.

	Except of course there were one or two obstacles. First and
foremost, our parents would have more than a major league cow if they
found either of us was having sex with anyone; each other?  We'd be
lucky to survive the resulting explosion!  So, we were going to have to
be very careful and very cautious.  And speaking of caution, JR might
say there was no chance of getting pregnant, but she'd better do
something more effective than put off birth control into the future. Or
her first period might end up delayed a couple of months by her getting
in the family way.  That would be even worse than getting caught!

	Nonetheless, I was confident that these were all details that could
be worked out, and a glorious future opened up with JR and me between
the sheets as often as we could find the time.  And who knew?  I'd gone
without my entire life; now in the last twenty-four hours I'd been with
two different girls.  There were, I was sure, even more girls out there.
How to find them?

	My parents almost never go out on Friday or Saturday nights, this
Saturday was no different. In fact, they pretty much never went out at
all. Sometimes they would go over to visit Kim Wells, sometimes just mom
would go, or Mom and JR. On the other hand, they never got home on
weekdays until six or even seven.  I might not be able to spend the
night with JR, but there were, I was sure, going to be plenty of
opportunities to spend quality time with my sister; even if I was going
to have to be patient for a couple of days until I could get another
chance to be with her.

	Which brought to mind another question.  Both Marsha and JR had been
quite candid about their relationships with other girls. Both of them
had been having sex before I was with them.  Was that something I might
look for in the future? Might I have a future as a seducer of lesbians?
The thought made my cock twitch...that would be something, wouldn't it?
Another wet dream!

	Another thought in the same vein was that JR had told me she and
Penny were doing it; what had JR done last night?  Stayed at Penny's.
For a moment, I was jealous of Penny, then I decided I was being dumb.
JR had a right to her friends, and hadn't I been thinking about finding
other girls?

	Eventually, it was dinner time, and as usual our dinner conversation
ranging widely from plans to politics, current events and calendar items
in the future. I made a point not to spend much time looking at JR,
fearful of alerting our parents that something had changed in our
brother-sister relationship.

	A few minutes before we would normally have gotten up from dinner,
the phone rang, and dad went to get it, then called for JR.  JR cleared
off her plate, and spent a few minutes talking to Penny, then announced
she was going to visit Penny for a while.

	She and mom went over, while I went up to my room, and much earlier
than usual, a little after 8, I fell asleep.

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