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Subject: {ASSM} "Brother" (mf, teen, incest) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Brother"  (mf, teen, incest)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story.  "deirdre" was the
enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s.  She posted 156
stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
apparently *never* corresponding with anyone.  She was last heard from
in late April 1996.  We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring.  Meanwhile, enjoy!

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.


*****

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules." Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Be warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have
very little sex, and are judged by some readers to stop before the good
parts.  Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in anthologies
of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's
payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.  -- deirdre


Brother

by deirdre, 9/27/94


My jaw dropped.  It couldn't be!  I come home from college to visit and
this!  How could Mom not see it?

Stacy and Jeff.  I'd seen the way Stacy did things with Jeff.  The way
she'd hand him things.  And take them from him.  Sharing significant
looks but without a word.  I'd seen that at school.  They were *doing
it!* It was plain as the nose on their faces.

My younger brother and sister.  I had to school myself not to stare at
them.  And Mom, seemingly not noticing a thing!  How could she miss it?

That night I was back in my old room.  I couldn't get my mind off it.
What could I do?  I looked up and Stacy was in the room with me.  She
was looking at me--I wanted to wipe that knowing smile off her face.  I
just stared at her.

"Why don't you say it?" she asked, "Think I don't know what you're
thinking?"

I couldn't believe she'd bring up the subject!  Well, it was broached
now.  "Stacy!  How could you *do* that?"

"You *see* what a *hunk* he is.  He could pick you up as if you were a
child." She was right: Jeff had really filled out.  "You couldn't
resist him for a second if he tried.  Or have you gotten *other* kinds
of ideas from that college?"

Her smile was so wicked.  She approached me and stood above me as I sat
on the bed.  No, I didn't have her *other* ideas!  She looked down at
me over her chest--she was four inches taller than me and *much*
bigger--I felt like a child next to her.  "Well?" she asked quietly and
put her hand under my chin.  I leaned back to draw away but it wasn't
enough to escape her.  I was so afraid of what she'd do next.  But she
just grinned and turned around and walked out.

I was left alone.  Stacy and Jeff!  And Stacy!  She was so forward, so
self-assured!  What had she done to Jeff?

I awoke.  It was still night.  "Wake up," came a whisper.  It was Jeff!
 By my bed!  He turned on a small light by my bed.  "Stacy said you
want me," he went on.  He pulled my cover off, sat on the edge of the
bed, leaned over and took hold of my shoulder.  He was so strong and I
was so afraid.

He paused and looked at me.  "She lied, didn't she?" he said.  Suddenly
he seemed so sweet.  "Don't worry, I don't want to *rape* you." He
carefully covered me up and kissed me on the forehead.  Then he stood
up and turned to leave.

My hand.  It shot out and grabbed his wrist.  Staying him.  He turned
and looked back down at me.  He looked so serious.  I was so scared.

He sat down.  "Don't worry," he said, "we won't actually do it."  He
uncovered me again.  He slipped his hand under the hem of my
nightgown--on my leg.  Softly he slid it up.  Soon my nightgown was
bunched up in front and his hand was there.  He fingered me.  Slowly,
more and more.  My breath started getting rough and I breathed larger
and larger breaths.  He looked down at me with the most loving smile.

I didn't know *what* my body was doing.  Was I writhing too much?  I
didn't care.  I mustn't scream though.  He didn't stop...just went on
and on.

And looked down on me as he sat there.

It was too much.  I came.  More and more--I couldn't believe it.  He
was so good--Stacy must have taught him.  What did she *do* to him?

He kissed me again on the forehead and he was gone.  I lay there and
dreamed about it.

He smiled at me the next day but then I was going back to school.  The
next time I was home he had a girlfriend.  He got me alone and told me
that he was faithful to her.  I was glad about him and Stacy but I
couldn't help thinking about the night when he came to me.

That was years ago--now he's faithful to his wife.  Completely.  I
still look at him sometimes and he still sometimes does little things
for me without asking.  And I see his wife noticing--how she tries to
hide the shock and fear.  And I know exactly what she feels but I can't
talk to her.  No matter what I said, she would feel worse.  If she only
knew how lucky she is.

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