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Abby Unfolds
a Story by Varangian
Summer, 2006



"I'm going to miss you, Benny.  You're going so far away."

"I'll be back for Christmas, Abby," I said to my step-sister, who was
just eleven years old.

"But still," she complained.  "All that time without you."

We had been pals since she was three, when my dad had married her
mother.  Until now we had never been apart for more than a day.  I was
off to college.

Abby endured my embrace, although she was a tomboy and not given to such
intimacy.  She even allowed me to peck her lips, before I climbed into
my car and backed down the driveway.


* * *


"I've been growing," she announced, when we were alone, thrusting out
her chest to emphasize small breasts.  I had missed Christmas and was
home for Easter break.

Abby was at an awkward moment in her development.  At twelve, her skinny
legs had pushed her taller after a growth spurt, but she lacked heft.

"Are you eating?" I asked.  "Maybe you should drink more milk."

"I know I'm thin, Benny, but Mom has promised I'll change.  She told me
that she was like me at my age."

Her mother was a striking woman at age thirty four.  I expected that in
time Abby would grow into the woman's fine figure.

"Since we don't climb trees anymore," I asked her, "do you want to go to
a movie this afternoon?"

"I'd like to, Benny, but I promised my friends I'd join them at
Stacy's house.  We could catch a movie tomorrow."

Being my step-sister and not a blood relative, I did not feel ashamed to
be intrigued by the novel tits she sported.  But I had no thoughts about
her sexually.  I had another girl in mind: my steady from high school
who was fortunately without a date.


* * *


"Did you find a girl at college, Benny?" Marcia asked as we left a
restaurant and headed to her empty house for a certain fuck.

"How about you?" I asked.

She barked a laugh.  "I'm not into girls."

"You know what I mean!"

"I've had a guy," she responded with a wicked grin.

"And I've known two girls biblically," I said, smugly.

Marcia grasped my arm as we walked to the car.  "We've only done it
together a couple of times," she said.  "Too bad we didn't get together
earlier, when we were at school."

"So what if this is only our third time?  We're both more practiced
now."

"I've heard girls talk, Benny.  I think I'm missing things."

What a turn on!  "Like what?" I asked.

"I'll tell you when we get home."

In our two sexual encounters as high school seniors we had only fucked,
awkwardly, in the missionary position.  I had learned better since then,
but not Marcia.  It turned out that she wanted to experience both oral
and anal sex.

For the rest of the summer I indulged Marcia and myself almost every day
without inhibition or guilt.  We both knew we would move on to
other partners

"Why do you go with Marcia?" Abby asked one morning in the kitchen,
frowning.

I glanced at her long, skinny legs, which I found somewhat off-putting.
She was just a kid despite the little tits.

"You know about sex," I asked.

"No, I don't.  Why don't you teach me stuff?"

"You're too young, besides you're my sister."

"Step-sister!" she insisted.

I loved Abby, but she did not attract me sexually.  She was too stringy
and gawky, as well as a life-long pal, to whom I was too brotherly
embedded to consider as a sexual target.

Her kiss, as I departed for my sophomore year, was more urgent than a
peck.


* * *


I missed visits home for both the Christmas and Easter breaks, choosing
to remain on campus with an exciting girl who gave great head and came
off implausibly as I fucked her butt.

Abby stunned me when I returned home in the spring.  Now thirteen, she
had fleshed out marvelously.

"You've really grown up," I remarked at the first opportunity.

"Enough for you?" she asked shyly.

That was a bold statement, I thought.

"Could be," I answered with equal ambiguity.

"I've been dating," she said.

"Anyone in particular?"

"Nah.  I can't trust those guys."

Abby had a round face and a magnificent smile.  Her hair was light
brown, almost blonde, and she had blue eyes.  What was new were her
limbs and torso, now sumptuous yet still softly slender.  Her tits
were still enticingly modest.

I could not recognize my scrawny childhood pal.

"Do you want to date?" I asked her.  "We could go to a movie."

"Date?" she teased.

"Whatever," I said.  "It'll be like old times."

"Not exactly," she responded, looking at me with slightly parted lips.

Oh, god! I thought.  Could it be possible?  Abby was no longer a shy
girl.  I still did not know, however, how far she would go.  I was her
older brother after all, although a step-brother.


* * *


I was mistaken.  Abby was still shy.  Her buoyant, tomboy quality was
gone, replaced by a cautious awareness that she was becoming, had
become, softly feminine.  She was troubled by urges to be held and
cuddled, but feared them, because she knew they were just the beginning
of something scary, of sex.  I learned about her feelings only later
when she described them to me.

"Please don't" she whispered, when I put my arm around her in the movie
house.

She shook off my hand as we walked back to the car.

She turned her head aside, when I tried to kiss her after we returned
home.

"Is this how your other dates have gone?" I asked.  "At least I hope you
enjoyed the movie."

"I'm trying to decide something, Benny.  Please, give me a little time."

For the next couple of days we circled each other, so to say, like
boxers.  Then we were left alone one evening when our parents went out
for a party that would extend late into the night.

"What is it you're deciding?" I asked her.

She had turned and moved away after I placed a hand on one of her soft
upper arms.

"It's about us, Benny.  I want to let you ...  I want to do things, but
I'm afraid."

"You'll never find a guy who'll love you more than I, Abby."

"I know that, Benny.  And I can't imagine letting any one but you ...
touch me."

"I want to touch you, Abby.  I'd like us to sit together on the couch
and kiss for the next hour."

"Then what?"

"I won't pressure you in any way," I promised.  "You know me."

She hung her head and said in an almost inaudible whisper, "I don't
think I could stop, if we started kissing."

I stepped close to her, but did not touch.

"You're only thirteen, Abby.  Maybe we shouldn't talk like this for
another couple of years."

She looked up at me, eyes moist.  "I can't wait that long, Benny."

We fell into an embrace.  I felt her soft heft in my arms and breathed
deeply the sweet aroma of her hair.  She had made her decision.  Now it
was up to me to pace our progress toward what we both knew to be our
goal.


* * *


We sat on the couch and I taught her to kiss.  She had never done it
before.  Between kisses I palmed her cheek and gazed at her lovely, oval
face, her beauteous mouth smiling back at me shyly.  We kissed for an
hour, during which time I fondled only her right upper arm.  It was bare
and soft to the touch, promising the rest of her to be like that before
long.

"We could do more," I eventually said after still another kiss.

She nodded her head in my embrace.  "I want to do everything with you,
Benny."

"Everything?  You're old enough to know what means."

She nodded again.

I palmed a firm breast that was not quite a handful, the touch exciting
both of us.  She wore no bra.

We kissed again with increasing passion.

"I want to undress you!" I said, urgently.  "I want to kiss you all
over!"

She giggled against my chest.  It was the first moment of levity since
she had made her decision.  We had been too serious.  Now we would have
fun.

"You agree?" I asked

"Yeah, Benny.  Let's do it in your room.  Will you get naked too?"

"Of course.  I'll show off for you."

She grinned.  "Do you have much to show off?"

"It'll frighten you!"

"I just got to see that!"

Smiling and eager, we went up my bedroom holding hands.

She sat on the bed as I turned to retrieve a condom from a dresser
drawer.  I handed the small packet to her.

"What's this?" she asked.

"It's a rubber," I replied.  "I'll use it, if you let me go all the
way."

She hunched her shoulders and made a face.

"You haven't made up your mind about that, have you?" I remarked.

"I don't know, Benny.  But sometime for certain.  Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not!"

I sat beside her on the bed and rubbed a hand up and down her near, bare
thigh.

"It's for you decide.  I won't pressure you in the least.  We can still
have a lot fun short of that."

"Like how?"

"Don't you know anything about sex, Abby?  Haven't your friends talked
about it?"

"Sure, lots of times, but they don't know any more than me.  What's oral
sex, Benny?  I mean how is it done?  Stacy says it's just sucking
tongues while kissing."

What a delightfully naive girl!  This was going to be the most fun I'd
ever had, I thought, even if we wouldn't fuck.

"I'll tell you, and I'll demonstrate, but first let's get naked."

"Okay," she said, smiling brightly.  "But you first."

So the fun began!  I pulled off my shirt then turned aside to push down
my shorts and underpants.  Her eyes grew large when I faced her again.
They focused on my six and one half inch, fat cock that stood at full
attention.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, leaning forward.

I stepped close, placed a hand at the back of her head and rubbed my
cock against her left cheek.  After sliding it under her chin to the
other cheek,  I very slowly ran the knob across her slightly parted
lips.  Then I stepped back.

"Oral sex is not sucking your guy's tongue," I said, grinning.

She began to giggle, when I asked, "Want to try it?"  But she nodded.

I stepped close again to press the knob at her lips.  She parted them
and took my cock head into her mouth.

"Suck on it," I whispered.

She did so, eventually grasping the shaft with her right hand.  She
continued to suck for about a minute as I petted her head.  Then I
stepped back.

"It tastes kinda funny," she said, licking her lips, "but not bad."

"You can give me an orgasm by doing that long enough."

"I'll do it, Benny.  I want to give you pleasure."

"Later," I said.  "First let me take off your clothes.  Then I'll have
oral sex with you."

For a moment she appeared confused then the realization of my intent
dawned on her.  Wonder transformed her pretty face.

"You'll do that?" she exclaimed.

"Have you ever thought about someone licking on you?  Haven't your
friends talked about it?"

"They're younger than me, Benny.  I don't hang out with older girls.  I
once had a weird dream of a dog licking on me."

She stood for me to undress her.  She was half a head shorter than I.
After pulling off her shirt, I stood back to admire her tits that were
not large enough to jiggle.

"I'm going to suck these like a baby," I said, palming one.  "That's
another part of oral sex.  And licking you all over and sucking your
toes too."

"Sucking my toes!"  She was giggling again.

I resolved to know every pore of the lovely girl before we finished that
evening.  I knelt in front of her and removed her shorts.  We were
already barefoot.  Her thighs were full and soft.  Dark hair curled
around her labia with a thicker fan above.  It was not a full bush.  I
kissed those lips, lingering at it, fondling her buttocks, but I did not
touch her clit hood, which was protuberant even while she was standing.

After climbing onto the bed we embraced and kissed for long minutes.

"I like this, Benny, but only with you.  Do you want me to suck on you
now?"

"There's no hurry.  I want to explore you first."

I did so with hands and mouth, from forehead to toes, which I sucked,
causing a paroxysm of giggles.  Then I had her roll onto her stomach to
do her back side.  I was deliriously happy in the inspection and
tasting, and not just because she was so young and fresh; I was in love
for the first time in my life.

A thirty year old woman had been my first sex partner.  I was sixteen at
the time.  She taught me how to pleasure a female with tongue, lips and
carefully directed blowing, not touching the clit hood until the last,
until the female was writhing in excitement and frustration.

I did that to Abby.  Her initial moans and sighs were like a symphony
orchestra tuning up.  Her sharp cry at climax was a crescendo.  After
the music faded, I cradled her lovingly.

"Oh, god, Benny!  Oh, god!  Oh, god!"

"I'll do that for you again and again, Abby.  You're delicious."

We cuddled until she calmed down.

"Can I suck on you now?" she asked, turning her face to mine.

Her pretty face was so young, but I felt no guilt.  I resolved to
forswear other females for this one girl-woman.

"Yes," I answered and rolled onto my back.  "I'll teach you how."

She played with my cock like a new toy.

"It's so ugly," she said, "but I love it because it's yours."

I instructed her in the rudiments of cock sucking after she fitted her
lips around my knob.  I warned her a couple of minutes later when a
tingle presaged climax, but she persisted and took the first spurt into
her mouth and the remainder on her face.  She didn't gag or choke, thank
god.  She howled in laughter while expelling my spunk from her mouth
onto her chin.

"That was disgusting!" she exclaimed, still laughing.  "But I love it!"

In the bathroom I cleaned her face with a warm wash cloth, as I had done
many times before when she was much younger.  Then we returned to bed
for more love making.  I brought her off three more times and she blew
me twice again.  We fell asleep, exhausted.


* * *


It was well past dawn, when I awoke, and I immediately realized the
enormity of the trouble I was in.  Our parents had probably arrived home
to find Abby and me sleeping naked together with the room reeking of
semen.  I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs to face the music.

"Is Abby still asleep?" Mom asked after I entered the kitchen.

The calmness in her voice astounded me.  I shot a look at Dad, but he
quickly hid his face with the newspaper he was reading.

"Yes," I replied, nervously.

"Did you use a condom?" Mom inquired, just as calmly.

"We didn't go that far," I answered.

"How do you want your eggs this morning?" she asked, turning to the
stove.

I sat next to Dad after requesting over easy.  He was not very
successful in suppressing an amused expression.

"We've been expecting this, Benny," Mom said.  "It was inevitable,
considering how close you and Abby have always been."

"You have the reputation of being a stud, Son," Dad said.  "Females are
drawn to you.  But now things have changed.  Don't cheat on your
sister."

"Step-sister," Mom said, placing a plate of food before me.  "They're
not related.  They could eventually get married, if they want to.


* * *


Mom put Abby on the pill, but the pretty girl remained reluctant to take
advantage of  it.  Having transferred to a local university, I lived at
home when school resumed.  Abby slept with me every night, her room used
only to store her stuff.  Mom and Dad treated us like a married couple,
which would probably become true I thought, although at the time Abby
was only in the eighth grade.

One night in early autumn, while I was masturbating Abby with the head
of my cock, I gazed at the growing excitement on her face.

"Put it in, Benny!" she cried, surprising me.

It was an easy penetration.  She felt little discomfort.  We fucked,
kissing all the while with arms around each other, until I came.

"There's still one thing we haven't done together," I said to her,
thinking of anal intercourse.

"Like what?"

After I told her, I was certain that her shriek and wild laughter awoke
our parents.


* * *


Dad, who had always had something of a drinking problem, began putting
away too much booze after he lost his job of twenty eight years.  It was
outsourced to India.

"He's touching me," Abby told me one night as we lay in bed.

"Stay away from him when he's drinking," I suggested.

I could not confront him.  I just didn't have it in me, because he was
my role model, a strong man with a quirky sense of humor, now reduced to
a piteous condition.  I felt more sorrow for him than anger.

"I'm delivering packages now, son," he slurred the next evening. "Me!  I
used to supervise thirty five people!"

I cringed.  He was fifty years old, and it seemed that he was at the end
of his real life.  Mom still had a good job as a high school teacher.
We weren't really suffering, but he was, psychologically.

Abby then came into the living room to stand close to Dad and me on the
couch.  He extended a hand and pulled her onto his lap to palm a soft
thigh high up.  He sought to kiss her.

"It's time for bed, Dad," I said, rising and winning Abby away from him.

"How's it like to sleep with a little girl, Benny?  I've never done
that."

"We'll see you in the morning, Dad," I said and hurried with Abby to the
stairs.

"Does she have hair yet?" he called to me.

I didn't answer.  He was drunk and would probably fall asleep on the
couch.

Abby was upset.  She clung to me on the bed.

"I love him, Benny," she whispered, "even though he's sick now."

"I wish I could afford to move out," I said.  "But even if I could, I
wouldn't be allowed to take you with me."

"He needs a lot of love," she remarked.

It was a mistake, but I left Abby alone with Dad the next morning and
went off to classes.

When I returned that afternoon, I immediately knew that something had
happened.  Abby was unusually shy and Dad, who was sober, appeared very
nervous.

"What happened?" I asked her after we were alone in our room.

"I let him do it, Benny.  I felt so sorry for him."

"Do it?"

"You know.  He was very gentle.  He said I was precious."

"You enjoyed it?"  I was dismayed.

"I made him feel good, Benny.  He's always been nice to me.  It wasn't
like with you, though, because he's so old, but he treated me like a
princess and, you know, he made me come."

I was beyond anger.  I was dumb founded.  Dad was sharing my girl!  One
could find some amusement in that, I suppose, but it was very illusive.

There was no way I could convince Abby to resist him.  She relished his
attention, having sex with him, for some reason inexplicable to me.

Dad stopped drinking.  He and Abby fucked every day for the next two
weeks, until Mom found out.  She found them in bed one morning, when she
returned home to pick up a forgotten lesson guide.

Our family was plunged into crisis.  Mom raged at Dad for the remainder
of the day and into the night, but she did not throw him out.  There was
a real possibility, though, that she would leave and take Abby with her.

"We've got to do something, Benny," Abby cried against my chest that
night.  "I don't want to lose you."

Mom's shrill voice resounded from the next bedroom.  I lay awake after
Abby fell asleep.  Then I went downstairs to get a glass of orange
juice.  Mom was in the kitchen.

"What's going to happen?" I asked her.  "I don't want the family to
break up."

"Me neither, Benny.  I love your dad too much, even though he's been
screwing my thirteen year old daughter.  Have you noticed?  He's stopped
drinking.  Maybe there's a connection."

"What are we going to do, Mom?"

"I think we're all going to adjust to the situation.  We've always been
rather loose about sex, you know.  I've struck a deal with your father,
Benny, one that you might not approve or choose not to be part of."

"Like what?"

"Your father will have access to my daughter in exchange for my access
to his son."

"Me?" I shouted, not believing what I had heard.

"Yes, you.  I'm still fit and not so old.  You might not want me, but
I've always found you sexy.  Like your father says, females are drawn to
you."

"But, but, you're my Mom!"

"I'm your step-mother, Benny, a thirty four year old woman who's not bad
looking.  Think about it.  We could restore peace and quiet in this
house.  Your dad's stopped drinking and he's thinking about buying a
Burger King franchise with his savings."

I could not imagine having sex with Mom, even step-Mom, although it was
true that she had a pretty face and a slender body.  But she had been my
mother since I was a kid.

"You think about it, Benny.  I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight."

She rose from the kitchen chair, left the room and went upstairs.

It was all so bizarre!  But if I didn't go along, the compromise my
parents had reached might fall apart.  I might lose Abby.  I shook my
head.

I went upstairs to the guest room, pausing a moment before opening the
door.  Mom was naked on the mattress, illuminated by rays of a full
moon.

"Can we talk some more?" I asked, ogling her sexy body.

"Take off your clothes, Benny," she said calmly.  I haven't seen you
naked since you were nine."

I did so and laid beside her.

"What have you learned from other girls, Benny?" she asked, softly into
my ear.  "I'm certain you don't know everything yet."

She was right.  It was amazing what she taught me that night.


END
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