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Subject: {ASSM} Winter Chills (mF Inc Bro/Sis First)
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Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2008 09:10:04 -0500
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Winter Chills
By Puck512
m/F, Inc, Bro/Sis, First

It all started when my parents went out of town to visit my dying
Aunt.  I was thirteen - a few scant weeks from fourteen -- and my
sister was fifteen so our parents figured we were old enough to
be alone for the week so we wouldn't have to miss school.   If we
hadn't been having record cold temperatures and if our heater
hadn't given out two days after they left, they probably would
have been right.

The house was bitterly cold that first night.  We lived in an
older house which was naturally drafty.  Even when the heater was
working some nights could be almost unbearable.   I had a ton of
blankets on my bed covering me and my teeth were still chattering
when my sister walked in and got into bed with me.

She didn't ask or anything, not that I would have objected at
that point.   We weren't exactly close and for the most part
acknowledged each other as nothing more than a temporary,
necessary blip in each other's universe.   She was my older
sister, and more than a bit bossy.

She turned on her side, away from me and I snuggled up behind
her.

Two bodies under all those covers helped.  I finally stopped
shivering and fell asleep.

I woke up in the night to find myself dry-humping her butt and
with my hand firmly groping her breast.  I stopped immediately of
course, horrified at what I was doing and scared she'd wake up
screaming at her pervert brother.    She was wearing an oversized
t-shirt and panties and I was wearing boxers so I wasn't actually
touching her skin but I had definitely been copping a good feel.
 Ending the groping was easy enough but I definitely had a raging
case of morning wood and even though I had stopped grinding her,
there was little I could do about my rather obvious protrusion
pressed hard against her butt.

The room was painfully cold, if I pulled away from her we'd both
get too cold, if I got up to go to the bathroom, rub one out and
take a much needed piss I'd wake her up - and have to deal with
the cold.  So I tried to stay still and calm my raging hormones.


I never did manage to get my boner to go down but I did manage to
get back to sleep.

It might have been a dream - I was in that place between dreams
and alertness, but I could have sworn I was feeling her hot,
heaving breast in my hand, a hard nipple rubbing between two
fingers as I ground myself against her; only this time she was
grinding back at me, her arm moving fast with small movements
under my arm as she breathed deeply.

Had my sister guided my hand under her t-shirt to caress her
breast while she frigged herself as I ground my cock against her
butt?  It could have been a dream, it might have been a dream,
but it might not have been either.

I woke the next morning in an empty bed and my boxers were
stained with dried cum.  If it had been a dream, it had
definitely been wet - and pleasurable.

The next day passed normally, we went to school, we ignored each
other until bed time and when I went up to get into bed she came
with me.

This time she did say something, "Turn around."

"What?" I asked confused.

"It's too cold, we'll be better off without clothes... That
doesn't mean you get to see me undress!"

You could have picked my chin off the floor.  It was like the
whole world had gone insane and I was now in some parallel
universe with someone who looked like my sister but was acting
quite a bit more weird than the sister I always knew and
tolerated.

"Fine!" She exclaimed, angrily.  "I'll just go to my bed and you
can freeze your sorry ass off."

"N-No!"  I stammered, quickly turning around.

I heard some shuffling as I stared at the wall wondering exactly
what the hell was going on.

"You can turn around now and get undressed." She said.

I turned around and saw nothing but her face peeking out from
under the covers of my bed.

"Well?  Get undressed and into bed!  It's freezing in here!" She
said.

To be honest I was so out of sorts I really didn't know what I
was doing.   It never crossed my mind to tell her to turn away
like she had me do - it just didn't, I was that out of it.   It
also didn't occur to me that "without clothes" didn't exactly
mean without underwear so I disrobed completely -- with my sister
watching.  At least it was cold and I was so bewildered that I
didn't have a hardon.

So let us talk about shrinkage.   It was cold, and there was
indeed shrinkage.   I don't really mean to brag, but I have
always had a large cock.  At thirteen I would compare favorably
with most men of average size if not slightly above-average. 
When I got my full growth in adulthood my size actually made some
relationships awkward and painful for the women at least at the
start.  That night, standing naked before my sister, I probably
appeared a little above average for a boy my age, or hers.

She giggled and scolded me, "I didn't mean without underpants! 
That would be *weird*!"

Blushing furiously I bent over to retrieve my boxers and my
dignity but she stopped me. "Oh get in bed.  I'm wearing my
panties; nothing's going where it shouldn't."

Just wanting the ordeal to be over I quickly got into bed.  She
rolled onto her side with her back to me and I snuggled against
her as before.  True to her word she was indeed wearing panties
and the shrinkage was rapidly fading as I felt myself grow
against her.  I couldn't help it - you try and tell a hormone
she's your sister.  I had another embarrassing problem as well. 
With my arm wrapped around her, the natural resting place for my
hand was her breast and that's where it initially brushed before
I awkwardly and uncomfortably moved it down to the mattress.

So there I was with a rapidly swelling erection growing between
us, separated by only the thinnest film of decadent silk and my
hand just fresh from technically copping a feel.  I was burning
red from embarrassment and all the more-so when I noticed my
sister had stopped breathing, probably from the shock and horror
of her pervert, hormone controlled degenerate brother groping her
and getting turned on by it all.

Mercifully she started breathing again, even more mercifully she
said nothing at all.

Mercifully, sleep came in-spite of it all.

A few hours later I woke to the most amazing sensation.  Sometime
during the night my cock had worked itself between her legs.  As
I pushed forward a little I could feel the bottom of her panties
glide across the top of my cock.  She was lying on my right arm
but it was easy enough to reach up and cup her breast.

I couldn't help it.  This was the closest to real sex with
another person I'd ever come.  I copped the feel.  Doing so
pushed her back into me so my face was in her hair and I inhaled
deeply as my hips pushed my cock thru her legs and then slowly
back out again.  It felt so good I couldn't stop, I just kept
slowly humping her; running my cock back and forth between her
hot, fleshy thighs; feeling her breast, caressing its soft fleshy
bounty; inhaling her the faint floral scent of her.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.   I couldn't stand it
any longer.  With my free hand I started rubbing her belly then
started working lower.  I don't know what I would do if she woke
up, and after years of reflection she probably was awake - it's
probably pretty hard to ignore your brother stuffing his cock
between your legs, caressing your breast and another hand heading
south of the border.

I didn't even bother with the panties, a fever had me in its grip
and I just slid my fingers under the band and just like that I
had my palm over her pussy.   I could feel her soft, downy hair
against my palm and a slit under my fingers, she shifted a little
and like a parting sea my finger was engulfed between two fleshy
folds.   And like the sea, she was wet.   At my first touch she
had inhaled sharply and the world stopped before her breathing
returned to something I considered "normal."

I felt around this strange land, moving my fingers up and down
through her lips, feeling a hard nub slide, slickly between my
two fingers as I stroked her.   She was moving now, with my hand
-- against my hand -- balancing access to my fingers with the
need for her thighs to provide friction for my cock.    Her
breathing was rapid and raspy, just on the verge of grunts and
moans but nothing to break the fiction that she was sound asleep
as her brother made love to her, fingering her to orgasm.

With my sister moving against my hand that was fingering her to
an ever obvious orgasm, my other hand cupping her breast, I
ground forward hard against her; my cock spewing every last bit
of my seed between her legs onto the covers, her panties, her
stomach.  It felt so good!  And as my orgasm subsided, hers began
as I felt her shudder and gasp as my fingers continued to rub her
pussy and her clit, my face buried in her neck and hair I felt my
sister cum every bit as hard as I had.

Do girls have wet dreams?  Would she think this was one or was
she a willing participant in my lustful explorations?

There was no way to hide the evidence; tomorrow my sister would
wake in cum-stained sheets and panties with her juices every bit
as telling as mine.

Again the dawn came with her missing from my bed.   She wasn't in
the house either so I guess she had gone to school early.   I was
a bit depressed by that and more than a little ashamed.   I felt
more confused than I had ever felt in my life and totally wierded
out.  I was too young to realize my sister probably felt the same
way.

Despite the hollow feeling, I tossed the bedding in the laundry,
made breakfast and went about my day.

That afternoon and evening we ignored each other as we always had
but it felt weird, pretend - like actors on a stage without an
audience.

Eventually I headed up to my room, and again she followed me.

If the night before had been like living in the twilight zone
tonight it was a surreal third person.   Tonight she didn't have
me turn away as she disrobed and tonight she didn't leave her
panties on.  She didn't say a word as she stood naked before me
with a small, self-conscious smile on her face.

My sister was, a very pretty - and shapely -- girl.   She wasn't
"most popular girl in school" pretty, but the "girl next door"
pretty.   She had nice sized, pert breasts with pleasing nipples
that were the size of dimes and beautifully erect in the chill
night air.   She had blond hair and soft, downy blond pubic hair
that didn't extend down yet around her lips.  No man in his right
mind would refuse her like this, no boy either, not even her
brother.

She gave me a chance to take her all in before she slipped under
the covers...  Detached, like I was some avatar in a video game I
disrobed as well.  Tonight though there was no shrinkage and if I
wasn't mentally all there, my hormones were definitely picking up
the slack.   Tonight, despite my youth, she saw a young monster
standing proudly erect before her.

Her eyes widened and she blushed as she saw me looking at her,
quickly turning away as I slid in behind her, my cock nestling
snuggly between her ass cheeks.

There was no pretense at all tonight, no sleep, and no excuses. 
I let my arm fall over her and onto her breast, cupping it and
lightly caressing the undersides as I nestled my head against her
neck, kissing her softly.  She shifted as she raised her leg
slightly and I slid down just a little so my cock fell between
her legs again.  There were no panties tonight and my engorged
cock pushed through her thighs and then rested on top of her
pussy lips.

I started to grind against her but the angle was just off enough
so that I'd push through her thighs and briefly through her lips
to end on top of them.  After a few thrusts I felt her warm hand
against the base of my cock as she guided it through her lips.  A
few more thrusts and she let go of me and slid her hand into her
pussy.  I heard a few wet squishy sounds and when her hand
returned it was slick with her juices and my cock moved freely
between her lips and hand.

I don't know how long I fucked her like that, my hand caressing
her breast, my face buried in her neck, her hand guiding my cock
through her pussy lips and sliding furiously against her swollen
clit.  It was long enough for her to start breathing as hard as I
was and with no pretenses she let loose a moan or two or three as
we fucked.

I needed to go faster and so I did.  I hear her ragged breathing
and feel her furious gyrations of her hips as she reached the
edge as well.  In my fever, I pulled back more than I should have
and when I rammed back it wasn't her hand I felt on my cock, it
was something wet and warm and pulsing and grasping and then pain
as I hit a barrier which caused my cock to bend.  I was coming
and coming hard as I pulled back and rammed in even harder.  I
hit the barrier again and this time it gave.

My sister cried out, a deep, long cry, but she was breathing fast
as her own orgasm shook her as much as mine was shaking me.   If
I had cum hard the night before then I had more than made up the
difference and called in the reserves.   My orgasm as I pushed
hard and deep into my sister's hot, throbbing pussy seemed to go
on for an eternity.  My cock slid deep inside her hot, throbbing
virgin cunt spewing a non-stop jet of my fevered seed deep inside
her.  Despite her pain she came with me her ravaged pussy
clenching at me, milking me, grasping me every bit as hard as I
was thrusting into her trying to get as deeply as I could inside
her.

She raised a leg and I went even impossibly deeper, my hand, once
around her warm, fleshy breast now clenched around her shoulder
pulling her down to me, pulling me up into her.  Oh God how I
came! The unexpected loss of my virginity and hers added a spice
that I had never before or since known.  There was no thought of
morality or consequences, only my deep, primal need to go as far
down this rabbit hole as I possibly could, only her need to have
me fill her as much as I possibly could.

Eventually I came down from a height I would never, ever reach
again.  Throbbing, resting inside her as we both gasped and
panted.  Eventually I started to pull out of her and she finally
said something which finally acknowledged this thing between us.
 "No.  Stay."

So I rested my head against hers, my hand softly squeezing her
soft, supple breast and stayed inside her, not moving, not
wanting or needing to repeat the act.   My sister had been a
virgin; her torn hymen was mixing her blood with my seed, my
presence helped with the pain.  I didn't know that at the time
it's something I reasoned on my own later.   But that night, just
resting, being inside her, being a teen with a twenty four hour
erection made the night more magical than it ever would have
been.

When I woke the next morning, my sister was still with me and I
was still inside her, a morning piss-hardon and hormones and
illicit sex keeping things right with the universe.  It wasn't
sex, neither fast nor slow, it simply was.

Eventually the need to piss overwhelmed my need to continue this
surreal copulation and she woke with a satisfied smile as I
pulled out of her.

"You're going to make someone a fabulous boyfriend one day" She
said as I headed into the bathroom.

And you know -- I believed her.  Those were the first kind,
non-mocking words she had uttered to me in years.  In a way, it
was even better than the sex.  I wish I could have said something
witty but I was young and foolish so she only got an awkward "you
too" in return.  But I guess it was ok because I blushed at my
foolish response and she laughed.

My sheets were gone when I got out of the bathroom, the evidence
of the night before already being washed away.

And somehow we made the way through the day and into the night as
we always had, pretending normalcy when life had suddenly become
anything but normal...

She followed me up to my bedroom again, that last night before
our parents returned.  I undressed, standing proudly before her
but she hesitated and didn't remove her panties.

"I can't tonight" she explained.  "I'm still sore from last
night."

"I'm sorry" I replied, awkwardly not really knowing what to say
and feeling an unbearable, crushing disappointment despite the
reality of the situation.

She smiled softly and climbed into bed and I followed her,
snuggling against her as before.

"This ends when Mom and Dad get back." She said softly.

I nodded grimly.   We both knew it couldn't last.  Things were
already weird and we were totally alone with the house to
ourselves.  Trying to keep this thing secret and the consequences
if we were caught, or worse, she got knocked up were impossible
to ignore.

"A secret forever," I said.

"A nice secret though."  She replied.   We rested a while in
silence before she said tentatively, "I want to do one thing
before it's over though."

"What's that?" I asked sleepily, my cock twitching slightly in
anticipation.   Being a perpetually horny teen I had never quite
managed to get un-erect and despite the vow of celibacy for the
night my cock had rested firmly against her ass and back for the
duration of the pause.

She turned to face me and my cock was now alarmingly pressed
against her panties as she reached over me to the night-stand
where she fished out my flashlight.   She turned on the light and
shined it on my face grinning.  I grimaced at the sudden bright
light.

"Oh that's weird."  She said, thoughtfully.   "It's weird seeing
your face.  I don't think we could have done *it* if we had been
face to face."

"Uh. Yea." I said, confused.  "So what did you want to do?"

"Oh yea, that.   I want to see you come!"

And just like that she slid below the covers and I felt her tiny,
hot hand wrap around my raging hard-on.

I gasped as I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling, my
covers making an eerie glow from the flashlight my sister was
using to conduct her little science experiment.  It definitely
felt good though as she stroked me up and down, dragging my
foreskin up and down over my cock-head.   Every now and again
she'd pause and examine it pushing it left and right and letting
it spring back or pulling it up and letting it flop down on my
belly.

The examinations let me come down and prolong the ecstasy.  When
I felt something soft, hot and wet wrap around my cock I
initially thought she had decided she wanted to play again too
but then I realized she was sucking me.  At first she did me like
a popsicle, up and down and she had me writhing under her as she
took me to places I never imagined existed then she would stop
and lick me up and down and all over, my balls, my perineum even
my ass-hole once.  What really set me on fire was when she
started nibbling up and down my cock, small little painless bites
that tugged at my skin and balls.  Then she took me in her mouth
again and really went to town until I reached the point of no
return.

"I'm going to cum!"  I gasped, almost shouting - certainly loud
enough to rouse mom and dad if they had been home.

She didn't pull back and I didn't stop.  I reached down and
pulled her covered head down hard against me as I thrust deep.  
She must have gagged but I didn't hear it and at that point I
didn't care.  The beast had been let loose and I fucked her mouth
shooting my seed spurt after powerful spurt into her mouth and
throat.

When I was done she sucked on me a few more times, cleaning up
the few dribbles that had managed to escape before snuggling up
beside me, again with her back to me.

"Well that was weird."  She said.

"Yea.  It's been that kind of week."  I replied.

She giggled and after a short pause asked, "Which did you like
better."

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You mean did I like
fucking your brains out better than stuffing my meat down your
throat?"

"Brad!"   She yelled, shocked.  I don't blame her, I was shocked
myself but I was feeling good and comfortable and happy.

"I liked coming inside you, feeling you around me while you came
the best.  But this was good too.   I liked this -- a lot." I
whispered.

After a contemplative silence, I slid my hand down and under her
panties.  "Are you sure I can't repay the favor?"

She rested her hand on mine and then after the shortest of pauses
said with a sigh, "really, I can't."

When I woke the next morning she was still with me, turned face
to face with me, her breasts against my chest, my cock firmly and
hardly pressing against her pussy.   She was already awake, just
looking at me with an enigmatic, contented smile.

"Good morning!"  I said then kissed her nose like I used to do
when I was small.

She grinned back and said, "Good morning!   It's almost eight,
you overslept!"

"Mmmmmm."  I vocalized as I stretched, "Good thing there's no
school today."

"No, but Mom and Dad will be home soon.   They're probably in the
air right now."

I sighed and frowned.  "I don't want this to end."  I said.

"It has to." She said matter-of-factly.

I sighed again and got out of bed.  I turned to face her,
standing naked in front of her, my morning wood standing at full
attention.

"Look at all you'll be giving up!"  I said as I struck a
body-builder's pose (don't get any ideas, I played baseball but
except for my cock I was a pretty average dude - it was
definitely a joke.)

She glanced down at my cock and sighed.  "Yea well it's
definitely a fun thing -- and big!"

"How would you know!"

She blushed and then confided, "Well Sara Fergenson had a
sleepover and her brother had a few friends over and we snuck out
and played strip poker last summer.   Oh don't worry the girls
won, they didn't see or do anything but I saw enough to know
you're pretty gifted."

"Oh, so you want me only for my cock huh?"

She blushed and said softly, "I don't know why I want you.  I
shouldn't but I do."

I had reached down and started stroking my cock.  It took her a
second to realize what I was doing and then another second to ask
me what I was doing.

"You said you wanted to see me cum."  I said, well grunted.  I
had been dry humping her all morning and I was one horny bastard
already on the edge.

Her eyes widened like saucers then she commanded in a
mock-serious tone, "Oh!   Well, continue then," as she leaned
back to watch the show.

All I had to do was imagine my cock buried inside her, thrusting
into her hot, wet pussy and I came.  I admit I deliberately aimed
at her and despite the distance I managed to land two jets one on
her face and another her breast before hitting the bedspread and
then a steady line down the floor to my feet.

She clapped and yelled "Bravo!" and then "Encore!" as I grinned
foolishly at her.

We cleaned up and got the house in order and our parents got home
a few hours later.   As agreed, that was pretty much the end of
it all.   The parents got the heater fixed, the seasons turned,
there was never an excuse or pretext and eventually as we found
other people, the desire.

She took our secret to her grave as far as I know.  No one ever
said anything to me.   I never said anything either, not even to
my wife.

We did treat each other nicer though and I daresay we were even
friends and confidants and I like to think, fond memories.

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