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Ariel:  After the Dance - part v
(Exhib, Mf, mf, inc, humil)

by she cries

     I barely remember anything Thomas said on the drive home.  I had
abandoned any thought of putting on my pants as it simply hurt too damn much
to do anything more than hobble along like a Chinese princess with bound
feet.  I wore only my shirt which thankfully was long enough to reach well
past my ass.
     I had slept for over two hours and woken up with a blanket draped over
me, Jesus gone, and the night shift informed that I was in fact Thomas'
girlfriend waiting for him to get off work.  I don't know why the slimy rat
was so eager for a girl who'd been fucked raw by his co-workers, but he
seemed to have no comprehension that I was not, in fact, his girlfriend, but
rather a dirty, beaten, soiled whore who had been sloughed off on him by his
laughing friends.
     He was promising me that he was going to make a great piece of artwork
out of the tape he had made, something that would blow them all away at
Cannes, and Venice, whatever that meant.  I suspected he was targeting the
wrong market with his "art film" but I decided to let him figure that one
out another time.   He had a GPS tracker installed on the dashboard of his
1982 Volvo station wagon which he used to find my place.  I let him fuck me
in the back seat behind the corner grocers.  A nice shady spot.  He was
nice, eager, and quick.  He didn't really know what to do.  I think he was a
virgin.  I didn't like it at all, but I figured that somehow this was my end
of the bargain that Jesus had struck with me.
     His sperm was puddling in my crotch as we pulled up to my house.
     "Nice place."
     "Thanks," I said, "It's my folks."
     "Oh, should I come up and meet them?"
     "Thomas, we only just met."
     "I bet they're nice people."
     The boy was positively insane.
     "Hey Thomas, you think I can borrow the tape tonight?"
     "What?"
     "The one you made of me.  I'd like to watch it."
     "Oh, well, it's not edited or anything."
     "I know.  I'll bring it over to your work tomorrow."
     "I don't know.  Let me make a copy, and then you can see it."
     I leaned over and snuggled up against my new 'boyfriend.' "Come on,
Thomas, just for tonight."
     "I-I don't...  I don't think it's a good idea.  No, I'd be too afraid you
might lose it, or leave it around a magnetic field or something."
     I sighed.  It was worth a try.
     "Well, goodnight, Thomas.  Thanks for the ride."  I started sliding
over to the door, wincing with every little motion.
     Damnit, I needed that tape.
     I turned back to Thomas and embraced him, laying a kiss on his
blubbering mouth as he tried to figure out exactly how to respond.  It was
pretty clear to me, a sex veteran of exactly two days, that he had never
kissed a girl in his life.
     He did his best, but in the end he just got nervous and let me do all
the kissing.
     "Well, see you later." I said pulling away and opening the door.
     "Don't forget your camera." He said though I had it clutched in my
hands with the bundle of my pants and boots.
     "Got it."
     "Hey Ariel," He called after me as I stood wobbling trying to stay
standing while the blood rushed to my head. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
     I didn't even lean down to look in the car, "I've got school."
     "Oh.  That's right, you're in high school."
     How could a guy who was so smart with gadgets be so flaky?  "Hey
Thomas, how old are you?"
     "Twenty-five."
     Shaking my head I pushed the car door shut, "Goodnight, Thomas."
     I cradled the MiniDV tape in my hand until Thomas had turned the corner
of the block.  I hoped I had the right one.  Though it was full dark I could
see some writing on it by the streetlight.  'Whore does three studs.' It
said next to a very bad drawing of a penis with a bunch of droplets shooting
off the end.
     Guess it was the right one.
     There didn't appear to be anyone else on the street, but I was very
apprehensive about going into my house.  Jerry's threat still rung true in
my ears and though I was still numb emotionally from the coke and the three
hours of sex, I wasn't too numb to feel the real terror in my veins that
they might be in there waiting for me already.
     With my folks gone till Tuesday I didn't think I'd feel safe going in
until they came back.  My only hope was that they all had strict, bitchy
parents like I did and would have to call off their hunt by a reasonable
hour.  I needed somewhere to stake out my house, but I was also desperate
for a bath and some food, not to mention some shelter until I could pull my
pants on though it was turning into a rather balmy night.
     I shuddered at the thought, but turned around and tip-toed barefoot
across the road to Carl's house.
     Carl's sedated and apathetic wife seemed more than happy to let me
crash on the couch in what had been their grown kid's bedroom since my folks
were out of town.  According to Carl she never left the living room but to
crap, and they'd had a bathroom installed off the kitchen for that purpose.
I had to endure her staring at me while I wolfed down leftover macaroni and
cheese, Jeopardy reruns playing loudly on the TV, and then was finally able
to excuse myself to take a bath, which Carl offered to draw for me
"Upstairs, it's so much nicer up there."
     His wife also never climbed the stairs.
     Carl waited patiently for me to strip down after showing me to the
bathroom which was built off of his bedroom.  It was a bright pink affair
with a large pink tub, a pink, fuzzy toilet seat cover and matching rug and
shower curtain.  Carl grinned at my bare legs and jiggling breasts through
the shirt.  He wore only a pair of low hanging sweatpants, dark green, and
his excitement was visible though the material.
     "I'll put your stuff in the laundry so you can have clean clothes
tomorrow."
     "I can just go across the street for a change, Carl."
     "Come now, no reason to be shy.  After all we've been through."
     I thought about what I'd been through, and how Carl had exploited that,
but I was simply in no way in the same condition he had found me in
yesterday evening.  I had already secreted the Camera and tape in my boots,
which I had left downstairs on the patio, but there was a certain,
cum-stained teddy and panties (I had also balled up the stockings before
leaving the security office) which I was reluctant to reveal.  Then there
was the fact that I just wanted to be alone and not molested again.
     "Carl, I'm not feeling well.  I've had a rough day, and I'm on my
period..."
     "Come, come." Carl said, curling his arms around me, "Let's get you
into that bath and get you comfortable."
     Finally I nodded.  What really did I have to hide from him after all?
     His eyes certainly reacted to my undergarments as I let him pull off
the shirt, but whether he noticed the dried cum down my chest and clustered
in blots on the teddy I couldn't say.
     "My, my," Carl said running a creepy hand down my side, "You certainly
got dressed up today."
     I shrugged, trying to think up a suitable excuse, but couldn't I was so
wasted.  It was nearly four hours since my last snort of cocaine and the
high was pretty much gone, leaving me crashing, and hard.
     Before he could get any further with me, his hand starting to take more
liberty, cradling my ass, I undid the laces on the top and slipped it down
to my waist, stepping away from my molester and pushing it past my hips with
my underwear and the seed of three-no four men dribbled in the crotch
     Carl took the whole bundle from my hands, eyeing the whole affair with
fascination, and not a little suspicion, as if I had been cheating on him.
     "I'll take care of these and get you something you can wear around the
house."
     "Thanks," I said absently, annoyed that I'd given in so easily.  Even
more annoying was that there was no lock on the door, and now that I'd let
him strip me down he'd think he had every excuse he needed to some back in
and watch me, or worse, join me.
     Carl did take his time, however, which allowed me to get into the tub,
a heavenly soak, and lay there for a long time as the aches and pains were
blissfully seared from my body and I was roasted alive-a fitting deluge
after the torments of the long, long day.
     Carl did return, unfortunately, bringing towels and "something comfy
for you to wear,"
     "That's okay, Carl, I'll crash in my shirt."
     "Oh, no.  I washed it."
     "Ah."  Why hadn't I expected something like that?  Given that I was
already dressed about as raunchy as I could possibly have been when I walked
in I couldn't imagine what Carl had for me that might be more to his liking,
and I wasn't in a hurry to find out.
     "Why don't you lean forward, Honey?  I can wash your back."
     "That's okay, Carl, I just want to soak."
     "A good soak feels nice, but a little back rub..."  He let the words
trail off, as if he was tempting me and I was declining politely for fear of
putting him out.
     "Okay, Carl."
     "Hmm, maybe I should get in."
     "Carl," I said in my sweet and innocent voice, "You remember what
happened the last time you got too close."
     He grinned at me, and I saw the lust burning in his eyes.  Wasn't there
such a thing as guys who weren't creeps?
     "Well," Carl said as he nudged me to lean forward, "That's not
necessarily something you have to avoid."  He lathered up his hands and
began gently rubbing me down.
     "I know, Carl, I'm just so worn down from yesterday." Oh, and the five
guys who have fucked me, and the five dicks I've sucked since noon.
     "That's okay," the half naked man said as he ran his hands over my wet,
soapy body.  "Maybe tomorrow, after you get home from school."
     God, this was getting pathetic, "I'd like that, Carl.  Yeah." I don't
know what he thought of the flat, ironic tone that I said that in, but he
proceeded to gently knead the muscles in my back.
     "Don't you worry about a thing, dear.  Let Carl take care of you."
     I found myself melting under his strong hands.  Say what you will about
my child-molesting neighbor, but he was pretty good at it if the quality of
his back rubs is any measure.  Before long I was longing to lay out on my
tummy as tension ran off me in thick, soapy bubbles, and my head just hung
there, limp, while Carl washed every inch of me.  First my back and
shoulders, then he couldn't seem to wait to get my boobs nice and frothy,
but he was gentle, and probed the tiny muscles underneath with gentle
thoroughness before kneading my tummy with just his fingertips underwater, a
sensation that made me giggle, but also managed to relax me considerably,
and I found my hips arching downward.  I hadn't even noticed how I'd been
hunched up.
     He did my feet next, then my calves, then he spread my hips like
butter, splaying them wide apart and draining half the tub so I could lay
fully back as he went to work on them.
     Must have drifted off to sleep, because I was startled to discover the
dirty old man fingering me deeply.  Had he put something in the food, or was
it just the coke?  I don't know how I'd have fallen asleep like that, much
less allow him to lift up my legs and scrub out my- (he called it my
'cunny').  I wondered if he really believed that I had yet to take a shower
since the reaming he'd given me, because he was certainly working hard to
"get me clean."
     Yet in spite of my day's ordeals, I was somewhat relieved to discover
that despite some soreness, his movements were very soothing.  I had to
attribute that to the hot water and lots of soap, but he manipulated his
fingers with a subtlety that made me wonder if he had not made some kind of
art out of molesting vulnerable young girls.
     "How's that feel, honey."
     I tried to act gruff, or even coarse, but simply couldn't resist
replying by saying, "It feels nice, Carl."  I quickly added, "It's just a
little weird."
     But then yesterday I had ground my ass onto his dick with all the force
my body could muster.  Maybe I was the wrong one to accuse him of deviant
behavior.
     "That's perfectly normal, Ariel." Carl said, slipping his fingers
further in, prompting me to lift my legs higher.  His hand sloshed around,
"You've had a busy day."
     I nodded.
     "You like this?"
     "I guess so." But as he pressed his knuckles against my opening I found
myself hiking my knees to my chest and grabbing them, lifting my sex out of
the low water completely so Carl could probe further still, where the
numerous penis' had gone, letting hot water flush me and sooth my aching
"cunny."
     "You were with a man today, weren't you?"
     I was almost afraid to admit it, for fear he'd get jealous and this
soothing little encounter would turn into something terrible, but he also
seemed pretty confident.
     "I couldn't help it Carl.  After you left it was all I could think
about."
     He seemed to like that story, "You should have come to me, dear.  You
know I would have been happy to help."
     I bet he would have.
     "You're so much older, Carl.  I'm just a little shy about that."  That
was an exaggeration.
     "Nothing to be shy about." Which was true when you were talking about a
man who had two fingers up my crack.  "You have to learn to trust me."
     I lay there enjoying his fingers for a while longer, and then, just
when it seemed like it was getting a little to raw he gently extracted them,
and had me lay my legs down so he could cradle-lift me out of the tub, where
he sat my wet butt on the fuzzy toilet so he could towel me off.
     Even the roughness and speed with which he toweled me off served to
relax me, beating the tension from my bones.  I found myself rubbing my sex,
trying to make it hurt like it had before the bath, but it was merely achy
now.  A dull faint ache at that.  I thought about all the men I'd been with
today, and how it seemed a pity that Carl, in spite of his creepiness and
manipulation, was the only one who really deserved to fuck me as he was the
only one who went out of his way to make me feel nice; unless you count
plying me with drugs as being nice.
     "I'm sorry, Carl."
     "What for? The old lecher asked as he toweled my hair dry.
     "I should have come here and done it with you." I said as if I had
actually gone out of my way to get laid today...  well, I did with Chris, the
one guy who didn't get me.
     "Oh, you need to find a nice boy your own age.  Like one of those
football player who came over this afternoon.  Would you like some of this?"
     Carl had put some kind of lotion on his hands and started rubbing it
into my shoulders.
     "I don't get along too well with football players," but I was still
rubbing myself, and thinking about Chris.
     "That's a shame." The lotion was a bright red, and smelled like spices,
cinnamon and cloves, "I used to be a kicker when I was in school."
     "Really?" well, I knew where he had gotten his start taking advantage
of young girls.
     "First string three years running, but I took a blow to the leg.  Why
don't you hold those apart so it's easier."  Carl coaxed my legs apart so he
could watch my hand massage my sex.
     I was starting to get warm where the old man rubbed me, tingles
splintered under my skin as Carl worked his way down my back and I felt heat
creeping up my spine.  It was uncannily like the tingles I had felt when, at
other times, I had been tenderly caressed, but in an artificial sort of
way.  I actually found I liked it.
     "What is that stuff, Carl?"
     "Just something to help you relax." He told me, but I had a suspicion
that its relaxing qualities were more related to inhibition than
musculature.  I couldn't help but savor the sensations that were cascading
over me.  After coming off the coke I was sore all over.  It was a little
slice of heaven to be so painless, and I willingly allowed the older man to
stimulate me as deftly as he had relaxed me.  Now he was carressing my
breasts, my nipples hard.  I leaned back and gave him access, holding my
legs open, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much when he fucked me again.
     "Why don't we go out to the pool, it's such a nice night."
     "I- I don't know Carl, I'm so tired, I-"
     "We'll just lay you out so I can finish putting the lotion on you."
     "Gee Carl, I don't really have anything to wear."  I was really
uncomfortable with the idea of advertising my willingness to let the old man
fondle and molest me to our neighbors.
     "It's late, and my yard is very secluded.  It will be completely
private."
     "What about your wife?"
     "She's asleep now.  She takes her medication at eight and sleeps
through the night."
     I didn't know how to refuse him, but I was still scared to be caught
out of doors in the nude.  Well, cared to be caught with Carl.

     Carl let me persuade him to give me something to wear, and I found
myself wearing the slinkiest string bikini I had ever seen or heard of.
     Where Carl acquired this little treasure I couldn't imagine, and
although the strings dangled low down my hips and back, giving the
impression that it was made for a much larger woman, the outfit fit rather
well as the bulk of the material was, in fact string.
     Much like my pink G-string, the bikini bottom was little more than a
patch to conceal the sex on a woman, but this one didn't even have
pretensions of anything more whatsoever, and the waist strings, which only
stayed on by being strung tight over my pronounced, bony hip-bones plunged
deep into my crotch before forming a tiny swatch that might keep sand out of
my sex, if I were lucky.  The top was just as bad, made up of two triangular
patches for the nipples, but it was so finicky about staying in place that I
was forced to practically bisect my chest in order to get it tight enough to
stay in place, which had the effect of exaggerating the covered area rather
than concealing anything.
     Add to that that it was a deep, bronze lame' that glittered in the
patio lights and you had a surprisingly scanty, exotic, and trashy bathing
suit.  I had to wonder if it wouldn't have been better to just go nude,
maybe with a couple of dildos sticking out of my ass to tone things down.
The outfit served only to exaggerate my body by showing how little I really
had on and making a further point about how skinny I really was.
     It pissed me off that I was parading around in these incredibly trashy
outfits for men like Carl, Jesus, and his friends, but I lay down anyway, on
my tummy on the deck chair nevertheless and proceeded to allow Carl to apply
his lotion to me, rubbing it onto my legs, my calves, hips, my ass,
ultimately undoing the ties and turning me over so he could have access to
rub the hot lotion into my smoldering sex, his hot fingers sliding through
my spread lips while I pulled my knees up and acting oblivious to she
shame.  I gave myself to Carl a second time, in my mind, but he declined,
again, it seemed, only choosing to rub me into an eminently satisfactory
oblivion before I drifted off to sleep, my body tingling, my mind erased, my
whole being erased but for the fingers that gently rubbed and probed me from
deep inside.

     He must have drugged me, was my first thought upon springing awake in
the old fuck's back yard.  I could taste semen, feel it drying on my chin,
but I had no memory of going down on the old man.  There was this humungous
patchwork quilt that weighed a ton draped over me, Carl was nowhere to be
seen, and it had gotten very cold.
     I couldn't possibly have let him drag me upstairs and dunk me in a
bath.  I mean, I knew things would be weird, but after having been so abused
by the security guards the most repulsive thing on earth was Carl's
disingenuous coddling.  I shuddered at the thought of the old man probing
his fingers deep inside me while I cooed and gave him reassuring sounds.
     Granted, I felt surprisingly fit.  Had I forgotten that the guards had
used me to brutally I would have never believed it as I exhibited the same
dull ache that had persisted sine Jerry had used me on the table at the
dance.
     What a stupid, pathetic, cunt I had become.  What could possibly have
possessed me?
     I imagined years and years of extensive psychotherapy ahead of me as I
tried to ascertain how I had become a play toy to the neighborhood sicko
perv, being told over and over that it wasn't my fault, that he had abused
me, but I knew that was a lie.
     I was the one who dragged my sore abused crack into his house and
allowed him to fondle and grope me, Hell I was the one who had greeted him
at the door yesterday in my underwear.  Carl, if anything, was a victim of
me and my pathetic, hedonistic inability to stop from doing anything in the
face of my hormonal drive.
     Which, incidentally, was kicking hard into overdrive as I pulled myself
out from under the heavy quilt and scampered to the sliding glass door,
hoping that I'd be able to get my shit and get out of Carl's house without
bumping into him and consequently getting another ass reaming because I just
seemed to throw my legs at any cock in the vicinity lately.
     I couldn't believe that I'd spent over a hundred bucks on underwear for
two black crooks because they'd gotten me stoned and fucked me.  I couldn't
believe that I'd let a pig security guard blackmail with those crooks'
safety into fucking him and the whole swing staff.
     What the Hell had been going through my head?  How could I have woken
up just a minute ago to the realization that I'd done almost six men and I
had no idea why?  How could I have taken that thick, black, monster of a
penis into my mouth, or mounted a humungous fat pig and ridden him till he
blew his shaft in my hole?
     How could I be standing there, struggling with a locked door, referring
to my sex as merely a hole, a receptacle for man's lusts, a vessel for
gathering sperm, and my mouth a tool for expediting the latter?
     I tried the back door, the windows, everything.  There was nothing I
could do but stand there and shiver.  I was locked out, a little plaything
locked in a pen with nothing on but the slinkiest bikini short of a
ballpoint pen drawing ever to be draped across a woman's privates to put on.
     I found a way out around the side, a low part of the fence that wasn't
grown over with vines and trees, where I could scamper up the wall on the
cross bracing, but had to take a rough dive on the way down and wound up
sprawled on my side in what was, fortunately, grass and not the concrete
walkway that led around the house.
     Slipping down to the front of the house was my next problem.  I had no
idea what time it was and who might be out, though it had to be pretty late
as it was well after dark when I went into Carl's, and it appeared that he'd
had time to shoot his spunk on my face and crash before I woke up.  My
primary concern was getting caught in this awful get up.  I could smell the
cinnamon on my skin, and the taste of Carl's semen left me wonder as to the
condition of my face, but I'd have to streak across his front lawn, then
across the street to my house in just the swimsuit if I couldn't get my
things.
     A bitter wind whipped up, licking my bare skin as I stepped out of the
concealment of the house.  There didn't look to be anyone around, and from
what I could tell, no one on the street.  Most of the lights were off too,
which meant that it had to be after midnight.
     That didn't make me any more comfortable as I sprinted across the lawn
to Carl's porch, which unlike mine, though covered, had no protective wall.
The rush seemed to pounce on me, burning in a state of arousal, like the act
of exposing myself to the elements alone was enough to excite me.
     The door was locked, as I'd expected, but my boots were still there,
and when I tipped them over my camera and the tape came tumbling out.
     I decided to leave the boots.  They weighed quite a bit and running in
the thick soles was a chore.  I figured I could always come back and grab
them when I was decent, but I didn't want anything to slow down the dash
that would expose me to anyone out of doors, or anyone who might be looking
out a window when I made my dash.
     So the camera in one hand, the tape in the other, I took off, launching
myself off the porch as an exhilarating rush took me, enveloping me as if I
were in bed, letting Wade take me as my body sprouted wings and I took off,
barely feeling the cold cement driveway, my breasts tingling as the cold
night air blasted them, my sex flooding me with heat as the wind plunged
through my pumping thighs.  I hit the street, the rush overwhelming me, and
in a few steps I was almost there.  I made a turn to get quickly to cover
behind the SUV, but my legs hesitated as I stepped onto the curb in front of
my house.  The heat exploding inside me was overwhelming, intoxicating me,
and I could barely stand the thought of being safe and secure.  Inside my
house, alone, with nothing to stimulate me as I crested this peak which I
recognized as impending orgasm, only without creepy men, without pain and
shame.  An orgasm driven solely by exposure and fear.  The fear of getting
caught.
     "Hey Ariel."
     Why I didn't leap ten feet into the air I don't know, but I managed to
look at the dim shape on the bicycle rolling up towards me.
     "Hi Doug."  I'd blown it.  Caught by the seventh grader alone in a
string bikini in the early hours of the morning.
     He pulled up his bike, half-full bags of much smaller papers drooping
over his tiny frame.  It was Monday.  I had school in a few hours.
     "Whatcha doing?  You look cold."
     I knew what I looked like, but my shivering wasn't from the cold.  "I
have to go." I said, and made a preemptory step toward the house.
     "Hey, I forgot to tell you..." He couldn't take his eyes off of me, "I'm
sorry about yesterday."
     "Sure." I said, my voice coarse. "Don't you have to deliver those?"  I
don't know why I was being polite, I should have just split, but if Doug had
had any effect on my sexual state it was only to suspend it, to keep it from
climbing or collapsing, and as frustrating as that was, I could hardly bear
the thought of escaping only to have it fly from me leaving me even more
frustrated.
     "So, what's with you running around in your underwear at night?"
     I shrugged.  I was starting to feel the cold again, "I can't explain
it."
     "I mean, I don't mind, I was just wondering.  I won't tell anyone."
     "I appreciate that, Doug." I had to shut my eyes, I could feel it
going, and I would be left, outside, with a twelve-year old boy, and nothing
but crushing humiliation to show for it.
     "Come on." I grabbed his hand and pulled the boy off his bike, which he
let tumble to the ground behind him.
     "Hang on." I heard him mutter as he pulled his hand free.  I turned
around, ready to jump him right there on the sidewalk if he didn't behave,
but he was pulling the bag of papers off his shoulders.
     I glanced around the back, but realized that if I took the kid where we
would be alone, whatever it was that was making me so crazy might just
vanish, leaving me worse, having to explain why I was dragging a little kid
off to be alone.  So instead I marched up to my patio steps where, while
certainly not private, I'd have a chance to duck behind the walls if a car
came passing by.
     I didn't know what I was going to do as I trudged up the cold wooden
steps I hesitated, waiting for the kid to catch up with me.
     I heard his footsteps, very light, first one, then another.  I quickly
set the camera and tape down on the table by the door and turned around to
face my pubescent lover, "Doug, I want you to watch, okay?"  I didn't want
his kiddish fumbling hands to screw this up, and I didn't want him to fuck
me.  Though I was much recuperated from the bath and Carl's
molest-o-therapy, I was simply tired of being used as a hole for the
pleasure of men.
     "What are you gonna do?" the boy was trembling, anticipation of his
first sexual encounter blowing the winds out of his cocky boasting.
     I put a hand at my crotch, rubbing all the exposed pubic hair, feeling
tremors of excitement, "I'm going to play with myself, Doug.  I need you to
stand guard."  Yeah, guard.  That was good.
     "We're not going to have sex?" the boy said in a flat staccato but I
sensed a faint hint of disappointment.
     "Sex is a big step, Doug.  We hardly know each other." I started to
stroke myself with more pressure, pushing my clit beneath the little bikini
patch.  Maybe if I could keep him talking I'd be able to cum and then I
wouldn't care what happened afterwards.
     "Why me?" he had a hand in his pocket, I could see him stroking
himself.
     "You were available, Doug.  Why don't you show me that thing?"
     "What thing?"
     "Your dick, little boy."
     "Oh, uh.  I don't know."
     Okay, talking wasn't working.  What I needed was to get him to shut
up.  "Never mind."
     "I mean, I'll do it if you want."
     "Never mind," I said as I leaned against the doorframe, stroking myself
in earnest, "Just watch." I grabbed a breast but was confounded by the
nipple patch.  So close.
     "I'll take it out if you want me to."
     "Good." I said, I was getting close and I ripped the strap off my
shoulder letting my boob free of the strings and I clutched it while shoving
my fingers under the patch covering my sex.
     "Are you gonna touch it."
     God damn kids!  I threw my arms to the sides.  I was so close but he
wouldn't shut up!  "Come here!" I shouted at him.
     He obeyed, stumbling up to me.
     "Drop your pants."
     With much fumbling and little apologies he undid his pants and pushed
them past his butt.
     I dropped to my knees, pulling his little yellow briefs off of his ass
and his penis sprung into my face.  I took it in hand (it barely stuck out
on either side) and started stroking its rigid mass while Doug went rigid,
"Ariel!" he groaned.
     "This what you want?" and I plunged my other hand back into my groin.
     "Uh-huh." Doug moaned.
     I gave the little head a great lick right across the top, "You like
that, little boy?"
     "Yup." He said, his voice hi pitched and feeble.
     I started pumping him harder, "Then you shut up and do what I tell you,
got it?" and I dug my fingers into my sex, feeling the peak starting to
erupt in me as Doug started to tremble and shudder his hands fumbling for
something to grab a hold of.
     That was when the door flew open.
     "Oh, hi Eric." Doug said.

     My twelve year-old brother stood in astonishment as his big sister,
fingers jammed in her crotch, and his schoolmate, Doug, exploded in a
riotous orgasm that splattered the side of my face, matting my hair and
dribbling all down my left side.  It was as if this boy had never touched
himself before.
     I, on the other hand, had discovered that the mere sight of my brother
was like a huge axe severing my libido, and where I had been about to
explode like Doug, I was left frustrated, horny, half delirious, but without
an orgasm and little hope of getting it back.
     "Ariel, what are you doing?"
     "Oh, Uh.  You know Doug, right?"
     Eric and I didn't have your typical brother-sister relationship.  Oh,
we had our spats all right, and there was no denying that he was a little
troll, but in truth, we loved each other a lot.  The worst thing about
having him catch me with one of his friends shooting sperm all over my face
was the disappointment in his eyes, that his virginal sister who was the
beacon of all things cool and to aspire to ("except for the stupid
piercings" he'd say) was now no more than the neighborhood slut, doing the
paperboy in an outfit that would get me kicked off the grounds at the
Playboy Mansion.
     Having few friends (I was a punk in high school, Eric was a D&D geek
who lived his live in dungeons and fighting dragons) we confided in each
other about nearly everything, even girls and boys we liked, and never
hesitated to say 'I love you' when things were rough.  Since neither of us
had been sexual the last time we saw each other the real secrets hadn't been
put to the test.  I was pretty sure that my sex life would stay my own, to
say nothing of my behavior for the past two days.
     Highly protective of each other didn't even begin to describe us, what
with two bitchy, psycho parents who didn't hesitate to throw us around when
we were being disobedient, which was more and more often lately.  But here
was clearly not a case where he could be protective, as it was clearly I who
was doing all the work.  If anyone was being taken advantage of it was Doug,
and it was with a lot of confusion that he helped me to my feet and dragged
me in the door.
     I don't know if it was some reaction to the shame I must have felt at
being caught with Doug by Eric or just the dizzying orgasm that had just
been interrupted, but I felt like I was walking through clouds, barely able
to articulate a sentence as I flopped down on the couch waiting to see what
would happen.  Like the numb, distant sensation of pleasure I'd had with the
security guards, I didn't exactly feel the arousal that was numbing my mind
and body, but merely watched them from within, wondering why I didn't feel
really, really bad.  Instead I had this goofy, "Big deal" attitude.
     Eric and Doug came in from the patio, Doug trying hard to look at what
Eric had in his hands, but Eric kept pushing the boy away.  Oh, I thought
dumbly, he found my camera.
     "Sit down!" He ordered Doug.  I was ashamed to see Doug so put down for
what was really my doing.  I held up my arms, waving him too me and he sat
down next to me where I put a protective arm around him.  Doug was really
nervous, and really shook up.
     "What the fuck, Ariel?"  Eric was looking at the camera.
     I wondered what picture he had found in the camera.  The one with me
mounting an obese fat ogre, or perhaps the one of me getting speared from
behind by a black ex-con.
     "What are you doing home?" I countered.
     "I got here last night so I could get my school stuff."
     "Oh." I said as my brother watched the camera in disbelief, barely able
to keep from looking back at me while he did, and the crazy outfit I was
dressed in.
     "Don't you want to wipe that shit up?"
     "Oh, uh..." I grabbed a Kleenex from the box we keep on the coffee table.
     "What's on the tape?" he asked me, then Doug, who shrugged, not
knowing.  How could he have.
     And I hunkered down into my twelve year-old boyfriend's arms as I
mopped myself up, not being able to force myself to protest as Eric plugged
the tape into Dad's camcorder, which was plugged into the TV.  I suddenly
wanted the biggest blanket in the world.  Doug put his hand on my breast and
squeezed a little.  I just tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of
my stomach.
     After a long, suspense filled wait while the tape rewound, Eric finally
lost patience and hit play.
     There I was, on hands and knees, on the big 29" TV screen in full
color, taking Pedro from behind, drug paraphernalia near at hand, while I
plunged my face into the rolls of fat that made up the vicinity of Jesus'
cock.
     Eric flopped down on the couch next to me, his face drawn in shock and
horror, and the three of us watched me service these two men, grunting and
moaning, being shook back and forth, until suddenly I was pinned against the
fat man while Pedro unloaded his wad inside me.  I knew what was coming
next, as Renaldo was already pulling his dick out of his black slacks in the
background.  What I hadn't expected was to see the camera move in close to
me, getting right up behind me while I sucked and slurped on Jesus' cock.
My sharp hipbones protruding at the sides and what little of an ass I had
stretched over my pelvis leaving my sex open wide, dilated, spread open so
quickly had Pedro vacated me, his jizz floating white in my slowly closing
sex.  As we watched a great lump of sperm gathered up in the folds of my
labia and dribbled off, plunging to the ground with a great splat before
Renaldo blocked the camera and it moved back into a better position to view
what was undeniably me reacting with pleasure to his insertion.  I came away
from Jesus and moaned, a grin on my face and leaned back to embrace him,
arching my back.  I was gorgeous.   Jesus took me gently back into his
service, and I gave myself to him happily.
     But that wasn't how it happened.  I would have been completely
exhausted by then, but I watched myself reach back as Renaldo slipped out.
I stroked my new backseat driver and ground my ass hard against him, my back
arching as he slid inside me again.  I ran my hand  along my body to fondle
my breasts as Renaldo shouted, "This is the boniest ass I ever done fucked.
Who is this bitch?"
     Jesus put a hand on my head on the video as he replied, "This little
whore is Thomas' bitch.  She said she wants to make a movie.  Isn't that
right, little girl."
     I watched in horror as I nodded up at the fat man, never once pulling
my mouth off his dick.  That wasn't what happened.  I know.  I was there.  I
don't remember any of that.
     "Don't you have to be eighteen to be a porn star," Renaldo asked as he
began pumping me hard, sending me back to the back and forth dementia, which
was all I remembered about the evening after I lifted my ass to Pedro.
     "That wasn't what happened." I tried saying meekly, but the video
evidence made me the liar.  I looked over at Eric, hoping for some sympathy,
but if jerking off Doug had made me a slut, doing three men in the video had
made me a total whore.  His face bordered on hostile fascination, and he
simply couldn't stop himself from looking at my mostly naked body.
     "You never said anything."
     I shook my head, not knowing what to say, "I'm not like that, Eric.
They...  The video..."
     "Why Doug, Ariel?  He's my friend?"
     I opened my mouth, but words wouldn't come out.  I found myself trying
to re-adjust the patch over my nipple, as absurd as it seems.
     He stood up, "I've never even kissed a girl, but everyone at school is
going to be fucking my sister after this gets out!"
     I put my hands protectively on Doug's chest, "Doug won't tell anyone."
     Doug opened his mouth to agree, but my little brother just shouted over
him, "I don't care if anyone knows, it's the principle.   I mean he's three
years younger than you!"  Doug still had his hand on my breast.  I could
feel a pup tent rubbing aginst me.
     I saw Eric's eyes going down to my completely uncovered bush and made a
weak effort to hike the bikini higher, but Eric grabbed my hand and tugged
the string lacing it together, "Just take the stupid thing off, Ariel."
Then he yanked me hard.  I stumbled across the couch away from Doug, who
hunkered down and watched.  Eric, my little brother, pulled off the panties,
undoing the second string and just ripping them free.  I pushed myself up
but Eric held me in place, on my hands and knees.  He leaned over me to undo
the ties holding the mini patches onto my boobs, and I submitted.  Letting
my little brother strip me.
     I was naked.
     "I'm sorry Eric."
     He pushed me to the side so I would fall on the couch.  Not hard, but I
wasn't resisting him at all, "You might as well be naked than run around in
that."
     I didn't know what he meant, but I just nodded anyway.  That was when I
saw his erection.
     I could see the fire in his eyes now.  His protectiveness of his sister
had clearly turned from anger into jealousy, as it seemed his closest friend
was now giving herself to any comer.  I had to hunker down uncomfortably
because I just couldn't sit still while he prowled my body with his eyes,
seeing me as a woman for the first time.  I'd been religious about covering
myself in the house since the sixth grade.
     "Come on," he put a hand on my knee and started to lift my leg, but
from somewhere I found the will to resist that.  Not my own brother.  He
wouldn't-couldn't do that.
     But he grabbed it harder and lifted my whole leg up, splaying me wide
where he and Doug got a look, "What's the matter, sis?  You've been doing
this all weekend!"
     Then he froze.  I saw the expression on his face drop as he looked at
my loins spread wide, my body uncovered but flush with excitement.  He let
go of my leg and I quickly curled it around and scampered for the far end of
the couch, watching my brother's face go from enraged and lustful to
horrified and shocked.  He looked at me,
     "Shit, Ari, I'm sorry."
     Then he looked at his friend, "Dude!  Get out!  What the fuck?"
     Doug jumped to his feet, hardly able to tear his eyes from me.  Eric
was waving a finger in his face, "You won't tell anyone, right?  Cool?"
     Doug was nodding, his eyes riveted to my curled up figure, moving only
where Eric led him, which was out the door.
     "Doug!" Eric shouted, finally grabbing his friend's attention.  "You
won't tell anyone, right?"
     Doug shook his head, "I promise."
     "Cool," Eric said, "Thanks," but before he could shut the door Doug had
a hand out,
     "Hey Ariel, can I come by after school?"
     "Doug!" Eric shouted.
     "Sorry," Doug said, and was gone as Eric slammed the door before
turning to me and collapsing against it.  "I'm his GM in Mega-Traveler Ari.
I mean, it's hard to boss a dude around when he's diddling your sister."
     I tried to be angry with him, but whatever mood had consumed him was
clearly gone.  This was my brother Eric I was talking to now.  I kicked a
cushion across the couch, suddenly conscious how very naked I was as I
realized that the gesture had flashed my sex to him.  I drew my leg back, "I
didn't diddle Doug."
     Eric suddenly became conscious, either of the fact that I was naked,
that he had been staring, or that I had noticed him staring-I don't know
which, but he looked at the floor, "I'll...  You probably want to get
dressed."
     Part of me acknowledged that that was the proper thing to do, but
another part of me was a little disturbed by the way Eric had reacted to my
nudity.  A third part, and by far the dominant one was growing steadily
defiant at having been so dominated by my little brother who until now had
basically treated me like a big sister, a surrogate mom when the shit was
going down in parent-land.
     "Fuck it." I said, and put my legs down, spreading out and turning back
to the TV where, amazingly, I was still being rocked back and forth by
security guards, though my behavior was little more than that of a corpse
being knocked around by hyenas hungry for a bite.  "You want to look at me,
cool.  There I am on tape, here I am in the flesh."
     "Shit, Ari, it's not like that."  Oh, I'd gotten him to blush.
     "Come on, don't you want to get a closer look at what your sister does
in her spare time?  Check up on me?  What could possibly be wrong with a
little brother knowing every inch of his sister's anatomy?"
     Eric shrugged, "I just never..."
     "Never what?"
     "I've never seen...  You know."  He was visibly shifting around on his
feet, still unable to look up at me, but stealing glances at the screen.
     "Eric, you've got an internet connection, you've seen naked women
before."
     "Yeah, but..."
     "Not in the flesh."
     "No.  I mean, yeah.  I mean...  Shit, Ari, how do I explain this?"
     I thought about how he had reacted as I lulled around on the couch, his
body reacting with both excitement and possessive jealousy.  It was the
jealousy that perplexed me more than the excitement, which only disturbed
me.
     "Eric?" I said, crossing my legs Indian style and sitting up on the
couch.
     "Yeah?"
     "You've just watched your buddy cum on my face, and we're watching a
video of me getting it from both ends.  Why don't you cut the whole
embarrassed brother act, sit down, take a look at me and tell me what's up."
     Eric quickly snatched the cables connecting the TV to the camera and
the screen went black, only the word 'LINE' lit up in the bottom showed that
it was on at all.  Then, still not looking he came over and sat down on the
couch, wayyy over at the opposite end, looking everywhere but me.
     I got to my hands and knees and crawled the length of the couch to
him.  Part of me chided myself for being a total freak by not running out
and getting something on, but the rest of me determined to resolve this.
Nothing that had happened this weekend was going to change the fact that I
was basically the school freak.  I wasn't willing to lose one of the two
relationships in the world that I cared about.  Not without a fight, and if
that meant being a hardass bitch with my little bro, so be it.
     I straightened up on my knees so I would be towering over him where he
sat down, my boobs jiggling right next to his face, which I grabbed and
twisted till he was staring right at them, "Look, damnit!"  He tried to look
away but once I held on with my hand he allowed me to hold his face there,
"I'm your sister.  These are my tits.  Every sister has them.  They're not
supposed to freak you out."
     He forced a grin, shaking his head and looking down at his knees again,
"I know Ari, just..." he looked up at me, but my boobs clearly dominated his
vision, "Can you sit down?  Please."
     I folded my legs and crossed them so I was facing him this time
     Eric took a breath, "I haven't seen you like this since we were kids,"
(You mean since I was a kid like you, I thought) "And yeah, I know how to
hack porn, I see naked girls all the time..."
     He was trying really hard to tell me something, and I had a suspicion I
might not be too happy with what I heard.  I put an arm his back, a little
rub for encouragement, but my usually affectionate brother just stiffened.
     "You know, you sitting there naked isn't helping."
     I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down to his crotch, and was only
partly surprised to see that he was still very excited.  I caught myself
doing that, and worse realized with a little shame that I might have been
disappointed had he been otherwise.  That would have meant that his issue
was with me, and not with his own behavior.  Still.  Regarding my brother's
erection as some sort of measure of my standing with him was disturbing in
itself.  "Well, if it did we wouldn't be having this conversation."
     "You know, what about you and this tape?" He put out his arm pointing
at the TV, acting as if he were getting up.
     "Don't change the subject." I ordered, grabbing the arm and pushing it
back down to his lap.  "You were talking about the internet."
     He looked at me, able to look me in the eye this time, though I could
see his eyes flicking as he struggled not to look down over my body, so I
grabbed his head with both hands, and tilted it down.  I felt, with no
little shame, the same kind of flush I had found in myself when I had bared
my chest for the boys on the dock.  "Go on, Eric."
     He was shaking his head, but this time he wasn't looking away, "Shit
Ari, I'm just trying to say that till now all I ever seen of you was in the
tub, you had a body like me, we were kids."
     I remembered.  I also remembered throwing a tantrum at eleven so I
wouldn't have to bathe with Eric anymore.  "Okay, I know what you're talking
about."
     "So, till now..." he said, "I see a girl that looks like you, I think in
a certain way."
     I was beginning to understand, "So when you saw me, you acted like you
do when you see any naked woman."
     He was blushing fiercely, trying not to look at me, "I didn't mean to."
     He was so obviously distraught over the whole thing, finding himself
attracted to his sister, that I couldn't help it.  As the resentment flooded
out of me I threw my arms around him, "Shit, it's okay bro."
     But he went stiff as a board as he returned the hug but his body
slapped against bare flesh.  I pushed him away, "What is it?"
     He looked away, "It's stupid."
     "Look, Eric.  I got tricked this morning into having sex with three
security guards at the mall and coming home in that spaghetti thing.
Nothing you say could be stupider than that."
     He shrugged, "Put it that way." He said, a sign of his usual ironic
character, "I've never even been alone with a girl.  Seeing you naked makes
me a little nervous."
     "Why?"
     "Well..."  He pushed his hands through his short hair, "I guess I thought
I knew it all, you know, because of sex ed, and online, but..."
     "It's a bit of a different story in the flesh, isn't it?"
     He nodded.
     "That's what I thought when I...  When I did it for the first time."
     "What was it like?"
     "That's a little tough to explain." That was an understatement. "I
mean, you don't even have the right organs." Even the slight reference to my
'organs' gave me a thrill, as if I were treading on dangerous territory
here.  I reasoned, however, that if I was turning Eric on because he'd grown
accustomed to reacting this way to pictures of naked women, then it was
probably a given that I'd react this way because I'd grown accustomed to
juicing up around men.  Judging from the bulge in Eric's pants, I was
definitely around one.
     "Can you try?"  I realized that I had been staring off into space.
Eric had actually turned to face me, finally.  He was opening up, and
clearly really wanted to know something about this.
     "Maybe if I stuck my thumb up your butt." And that got us both laughing
abruptly, the first sign of the old comfort we'd had since being reunited
fifteen minutes ago.  But then the laughter died as our old gestures had
come out of the moment of comfort.  Eric's hand was on my knee, and I
cradled his elbow with mine.  The skin on skin contact seemed to send a
tingle of communication between our bodies; both young, immature, and
lusting.  I felt a flush of heat across my chest.
     "Maybe I'd better get dressed." I said, shifting my weight to get up.
     "Don't!" Eric suddenly cried.  The tables appeared to have turned.
Eric clearly wanted to keep me here like this.  I was both disconcerted by
his insistence, and flattered, though I had to look away guiltily because of
the latter.
     "What do you want me to do, Eric?"  I asked him with all the directness
I could muster.  He was my brother, and it was all I could do to force
myself not to contemplate the possible answers he might give.
     "I've...  I've just never..." He ran his hand through his hair again, "Been
with a naked girl before."
     "Okay." I said calmly though my heart was starting to beat very fast.
     "Remember how we used to play in the tub?" he said trying to feign
casual nostalgia, but he was flushed red and I could see his hands shaking.
     I did remember, very well indeed, how we use to play with each other
when we were little.  How he used to finger and poke me.  How we'd get very
quiet because I liked it, when I was eight, and I'd play with his 'winky'
because it was funny.
     But instead of reacting with horror I reacted with the same kind of
greedy self-centeredness as in the tub, where I'd insist that he touch me
because I was older, and the boss.  I never thought about that any more, but
there I held it up against my behavior the past few days, and how liberated
I had felt the day after the dance.  Was it just part of my nature to seek
out boys who would stroke me, and fondle me, and make me feel like I was the
one in control?
     Eric was trying to elaborate on the bathtub behavior, but I shushed
him, putting a finger to his lips, "Eric." I said simply enough before
taking his hands and raising them to my chest.
     Eric seemed to need little encouragement, and he began squeezing and
pinching them in earnest, but I stopped him after a minute, the groping
frustrating, my body asserting the way it wanted to be handled.  "Let me
show you."  And moving his hands aside I began to fondle myself, moving my
fingers around my nipples in smooth slow arcs, rubbing the flat of my hand
down from the collarbone until the palm ground over the nipple, then back up
again, squishing my breast like a great pancake.  Then I took my brother's
hands and closing my eyes, guided him through the motions until he was
experimenting on his own while I leaned closer, letting the sensations
envelop me, my hands unconsciously settling on his knees and growing firm as
the sensation in my breasts spread through me to touch my spine.  I felt
Eric's head, very close to mine, and moved deliberately so I could lean
against him, our cheeks brushing up against each other.  We both stiffened
at that, but possibly distracted by my breasts, Eric quickly relaxed and
continued fondling me, experimenting with new ways to stroke me that in turn
relaxed me, though relaxed was perhaps a bad way to describe what I was
becoming..
     I found my mouth hovering over Eric's ear, and whispered, "What else do
you want to know?"
     The hands paused their ministration, "I don't know, sis."
     "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
     I sensed a little shrug, since I hadn't opened my eyes.  "Just you."
     And in a sudden burst of abandon I grabbed his shirt where he was
grabbing my breasts and pulled him.  I lay down on the couch with my brother
in my arms, my legs spread around him as his hands struggled to find a place
to lean.  I looked up at my brother. "Go ahead."
     Kissing my brother was far more awkward as it was much harder to just
close your eyes and imagine whatever you want.  He stopped halfway down
twice before descending to my mouth, and at that point I turned away, both
of us giggling.  But having his pressure between my thighs made me all the
more insistent that we make this happen-though when I had resigned myself to
letting my brother use me for a sex ed aid I don't know.  What I did know
was that in spite of the fact that I had not kissed a single man who had
entered me, it just didn't feel right to let Eric explore me further without
having knowledge of this basic, elementary part of the act.
     But we just couldn't do it.  When we finally got our lips together
neither one of us was willing to open our mouths, and we found ourselves
devolving into serious giggles which entirely shattered the tenuous veil
which allowed us to perpetrate this charade: that it was okay for brother
and sister to play doctor at this age.
     Unfortunately that left us in the very precarious position of realizing
what we had been up to, and just how strongly our bodies were reacting to
this.
     I looked at my brother, inches from my face where we had broken off our
old-fashioned movie kiss, "You think we ought to just..."  I shrugged under
his weight, trying to ignore the way my hips seemed to rise and fall without
conscious effort, "Maybe we just ought to go to our rooms and beat off and
forget the whole thing."
     Eric got up, smiling at the joke, but we were both nervous as hell,
"Yeah, this is nuts."
     I rolled up into a sitting position, my arms trying to shield my
breasts in an uncomfortable gesture that seemed to be trying to say, "See,
I'm appropriately modest."
     Eric was doing the 'not staring at my sister' thing again.  "You really
going to go up and beat off?"
     I stood up with him and started walking to the stairs, "It's either
that or..."  I had to force myself to look at Eric and laugh, but our eyes met
and the laugh died on my lips.  "You wanna watch?"  I heard myself ask.
     Eric didn't even respond, but I could see it in his eyes that the
answer was an emphatic "Yes!"  Why had I asked that?  Wasn't I trying to end
this thing?
     But I led my brother up the stairs, hand in sweaty hand, trying not to
think about the way he watched my bare butt moving as I climbed the stairs,
actually leaping the stairs two by two as he scampered up after me.
     When we got to my room I had to stop as I looked at the disarray of the
place.  The last time I had been up here it was to seduce Chris, and failing
that I had gone on to be had by five men at the mall.  Now I was here with
my little brother.
     I turned to him.  "Are you gonna do it too?"
     He seemed to whiten at the suggestion, but shook his head,
paradoxically saying, "Sure, if you want."
     "Okay." I said, knowing it was a confusing injection to the
discussion.  I glanced at my messy, but otherwise uncluttered bed.  "We can
lay next to each other."
     Eric took a step toward the bed, but I put a hand on his arm, "Eric,
aren't you going to..." I shrugged.  I had been wondering ever since he'd
started to explore my body what kind of man he was turning into.  Not
bothering to finish the question I just pulled his shirt over his head and
dropped it to the floor.
     Next I stooped down, and with fumbling hands undid his pants, dying
after having recently becoming acquainted with so many varieties of the male
organ to see how my brother measured up, but I purposely avoided looking as
my brother stiffened up, gasping as I drew the pants down.  I had to
physically lift his feet up to get them out of his pants and it was then
that I touched it for the first time, his rigid member slapping me in the
forehead as I looked down as if I were afraid of looking at it
     It stuck straight out, and if Doug had represented his age group, Eric
seemed to indicate that he was going to mature very well indeed, at least as
far as male standards go.  He was already a respectable two hands, thick
enough that my fingertips didn't quite touch.  His shaft was very straight,
and the head, a proud pink capital seemed to flare wider around the edge.
     "What do you think?" asked Eric, and I realized that I not only had
taken him in hand, but had both hands on it, and was slowly sliding my
fingers around the tip using the rather large amount of Eric's clear,
glistening precum for lubrication.  I also had it pointed right at my mouth,
as if I were longing to taste it.  To see how my brother measured up to the
other men I'd tasted.  I wanted him to taste good.
     "It's beautiful, Eric."  But like the kiss, I couldn't bring myself to
open my mouth.  Partly because Eric peered down at me in his own, hesitant
fascination, and partly because of the same reason we couldn't kiss.
Instead I stood up, still hanging on to Eric's member.  "Do you want to
touch mine?"
     Eric nodded, then shook his head.  "Can we... Shouldn't we get on the
bed."  He seemed to be blushing more, but it was hard to tell, both of us
were so flushed.
     He was so embarrassed, it seemed, to suggest that he'd have a better
time exploring me on the bed that I could only smile at my little brother.
I found myself gave him another great big hug, and this time when our bodies
collided it was like I had lit a match underneath our feet.  Naked,
perspiring, clutching and nervous, but none of this was anything to the way
his penis darted in between my legs, sliding against my sex as we clutched
one another.  I didn't want to show him my sex.  I wanted him to use it, but
the thought of asking my brother to enter me terrified me almost as much as
the very thought of sleeping with Eric did.
     I let go and walked onto the bed, falling to my knees, then sitting
back, and finally, laying back, while my equally skinny brother (though his
chest was developing nicely) watched attentively.  "Come on." I encouraged
him.
     But Eric didn't lie beside me as planned.  Intent on me he seemed to
crawl practically into my arms before stopping himself, noticing the way my
legs had spread on either side, blocking his path to the left or the right
of me.
     He dared a glance between my spread out legs, "I don't know what to do,
Ari." He admitted shakily.
     I did, and I guided him to climb up higher until his face was equal
with my own, "You want to know what it's like, Eric?" I whispered because I
didn't dare say it out loud.
     Eric nodded, a desperate hunger in his eyes, though his face mirrored
my very own fear at the prospect of what we were about to do.
     I put a hand on his shoulder and coaxed him to lay down on me, his
weight settling in on me like it was meant to be there so perfectly did our
two slender, bony frames collide.  His face was very close to mine, and I
could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, sticking up past the
hip.  His whole body was trembling.
     I ran my fingers through my brother's hair, "Relax, baby.  There's
nothing to be afraid of." But my heart too was pounding frantically, and it
was with great hesitation and anticipation that I slid my hand between our
bodies, taking Eric's shaft and guiding it towards my opening.  "Easy, Eric,
okay.  Until it goes in straight."
     Eric nodded, holding himself up a bit on one arm, watching my hand
guide him in.  When I made initial contact my body shuddered, and a arc of
lightning seemed to seize my back while Eric looked on in fascination.
     "Was that good?" he asked, worried.
     But my eyes were shut, "Mmm-hmmm." I said back before running my free
hand the length of his body, feeling out all the little muscles and bones
along the way until I cradled his ass, it smooth, firm contour a comfortable
grip.
     I opened my eyes and saw Eric looking deeply at me and I gave him a
pull, "I love you Eric."
     Having my brother enter me was like nothing I had yet experienced.
Just that feeling of intimacy, watching the boy who I held so dear in my
heart erupt with panting, gasping pleasure as he cried out my name lifted me
to a place and in a way I'd only read about in books, while I arched my hips
up to meet his uneven, frantic pumping.  Floating on that high as
convulsions started to consume me, forcing me to wrap my legs tight around
my little brother as his body spasmed, emptying his loins in a great
whirling gasp of ecstatic gratitude our lips found each other and our
tongues lashes like bloodied gladiators fighting to the death, our heads
locked like our bodies as I drove Eric to the most violent, explosive
orgasm, filling me up with his seed while I bucked and rocked, milking him
of every drop until he could barely breathe, and we finally collapsed, lips
locked in a fading kissing frenzy as we affirmed our passionate abandon,
confirming that no covenant remained inviolate between us.
     "I love you Ari." Eric muttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as
his body went limp against mine.  "I love you."
     I let him tuck his head in my shoulder as his manhood grew weak inside
me, yet clung to him for as long as I could, and stroking my fingers across
the short hairs on the back of his head I told him, "I love you too, little
bro.  I love you too."
     Not long after that my ministrations had roused my brother again, and
this time I did go down on him, showing him the trade I was slowly
mastering, until he was hungry to be inside me again, preferring the warm
embrace of my arms and legs to the cold distance of simple genital contact.
I welcomed him, gritting my teeth against the growing soreness deep inside
me, for I was as greedy for that affection as he was to give it: the
tenderness of a lover's embrace.  Two lovers, face to face, sharing each
moment of their rapture together...
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