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Chapter 4
The sink was piled with dishes and Mom was pissed. They were supposed to be done before any of the ladies arrived for her yard party. Pam had put them off as long as she could, hoping they would go away. In the back of her mind she understood why Mom was mad. But would she admit that? No way.

She turned on the water in the sink and waited for it to get hot. What pissed her off was that Ethan had finished cutting the grass and all he had to do was take out the trash and he was free to go back to playing video games in his room, or whatever it was he did up there.

She picked up the first dish, a greasy pan with hard cheese baked on the edge. It wasn't fair. She could think of a million things she could be doing in her room, and most of them she could do with her clothes on.

She filled the sink with hot, soapy water and stuck her hands in. Before she was done with the first few dishes, someone rang the doorbell. She waited for Ethan or Mom to get it, but they weren't around and whoever it was rang the doorbell again.

"I'll get it," Pam shouted, and slapped the brush in the soapy water, which splashed on her blouse. She spit out a silent curse, washed the soap suds from her hands and blouse, and went to open the front door.

It was a girl, not one of the ladies for Mom's party. She looked like one of Ethan's friends, and she was wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt that were a couple of sizes too small for her chunky body. She had really big boobs that stretched the front of her tight shirt, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her jeans were low on her hips, exposing the straps of her thong underwear, and the short shirt revealed her soft belly with a ring in her navel and a tattoo on her hip. She stopped chewing her gum and smiled.

"Hey. Can Ethan come out and play?" she said.

"Who are you?"

The girl on the other side of the screen door chuckled. "You're cute."

Ethan came in from the garage and saw her. His eyes lit up.

"Iris. What are you doing here?" he said, and opened the door to let her in.

"I came over to see if you wanna get busy."

Ethan scratched his head. "I can't. My Mom's home."

Iris touched his chest with her index finger.

"That's ok. She won't hear me scream if I got your cock in my mouth. What about you?"

He glanced at Pam. His face was bright red.

"Is this your sister?" Iris said with a quick smile.

"Yes. This is Pam."

Iris gave him a big kiss with her tongue in his mouth and rubbed the front of his shorts. He gasped when she pulled away, and looked at Pam.

"Why don't you go back to what you were doing?" he said.

Iris grinned at her. Pam frowned, but went back to the kitchen. Already, she hated that girl. It was so easy for other girls, like her or even Debbie, to get her brother. Why was it so hard to get him to share what he had with her?

Ethan watched her walking into the kitchen for a second. He was sorry to be so rude to her, but he suddenly had a burning lust for Iris, and he was rapidly growing stiff in his shorts.

"Where's your Mom now?" she said.

"She's in the back yard."

"Is your room up there?" she said, pointing up the stairs.

He looked in the direction she was pointing. "Yeah."

She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him up the stairs.

"Great. I can jump you and she'll never know."

He followed her ass up the stairs. It was a bit bigger and rounder than other girls, like Pam's, but it was still hot, especially squeezed into those tight jeans. And from the way her boobs jiggled and swayed under her shirt, it was painfully obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. At the top of the stairs she turned left and went straight to his room, as if she had been there before. She stood inside the door, looking around.

"Wow. I like your room. These are all your movies? I haven't seen any of them. Are any of them dirty?" she said with a sly grin.

He shrugged. "A couple."

He had his hands in his pockets, hoping to cover the swelling that was pushing out the front. Iris didn't seem to notice, however. She touched the post at the foot of his bed.

"This is a nice bed. How many girls have you fucked on it?"

"Just a couple."

She pulled her t-shirt up over her big, round boobs.

"Wanna make me next?" she said.

She put her arms around his neck, tilted her head to the right and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He opened wide and let it in, swirling his tongue with hers. There was no hiding the bulge in his shorts any longer. Her soft belly was pressed against it. He reached up and squeezed her boobs, and that made her moan.

"Your hands are so warm. I like it when you touch me."

She ground herself on his erection, then put her mouth back on his.

He wanted her badly. There was something about her that wasn't quite right. Maybe she was too pushy or too bossy, he wasn't sure what. But he didn't care about that. She had a soft, warm body and she knew how to use it like skinny girls didn't, and he wanted to use it for himself. He let his hand slip down into the back of her jeans, but she backed away.

"Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?" she said.

"I'm right where I wanna be."

She giggled. "You're a lot cockier than the last time we fucked. You used to be kinda shy. What happened?"

"Maybe I just found out girls like what I'm carrying," he said, and rubbed the lump in the front of his shorts.

She leaned back on the bed with her legs spread, staring at the lump. Her nipples were stiff.

"Yeah, cockier. You got a lot cockier."

He pressed his knee to her crotch. She said "Ooo," and lifted her ass off the bed to push back.

"What did Darien mean when he said you were in the club?" Ethan said.

"The club? You know about that, baby. All the girls are in the club."

"Really? Who are all the girls?"

"A lot of girls. Girls you haven't met yet. Some don't even go to our school. We just like to fuck hockey players. Especially ones with big cocks."

She reached up to unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper.

"I thought we had something special," he said.

Iris snorted. "You're the one who's got something special." She reached into his shorts and pulled out his dick and sighed. "Oh my. You don't know how much I've missed you."

Ethan had another question he wanted to ask, but forgot what it was. She was stroking his dick slowly and licking her lips. He couldn't wait for what was going to happen next.

"I'm gonna lick your cock. Is that all right?" she said.

"That's fine with me."

"Good. I'm gonna lick it right here."

She lifted his dick and ran her moist tongue over the head.

"I like the taste of your cock, baby. Can I lick it one more time?"

"Go ahead."

"Thank you," she said. She stuck her tongue way out and licked up one side. "Uh oh. It looks like I got this side wet. Is it ok if I got this side wet, too?"

"Yes, it's ok."

"Good."

She tickled the other side of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, letting it flicker back and forth as it moved closer to the head. Her lips stretched wide and she sucked on the tip. Her tongue poked into the tiny hole at the end. She leaned forward, sliding his cock deep into her mouth over her tongue. The head touched the back of her mouth and made her gag and she pulled it out.

"Damn, baby. I thought I was gonna choke." Then she grinned and her eyelashes fluttered. "Guess that wouldn't be such a bad way to die, I mean with your cock in my throat."

"Have you ever tried that?"

"Tried what?"

"To swallow a cock? You know, take it down your throat?"

She gave him a funny look and laughed.

"That's crazy. Where did you hear about that?"

"I saw it in a movie. Let's try it. I bet you can do it," Ethan said, and pushed his cock toward her mouth.

She started to open it to let him in, then snapped her lips shut tight and turned her head away. She smiled, but it was a nervous smile.

"I don't think I want to try that. Why don't you get with Becky on that? She's into kinky shit like that."

"I think you can get it in," he said.

She snickered and stood up, but it was an impatient snicker, like a parent with an obstinate c***d.

"I can think of someplace better we can get it in. Sit down. I want to show you my new tattoo."

She sat him on the edge of the bed and turned around so her ass was in his face. She unbuckled her wide belt and pushed her jeans down on her hips. She was wearing tiny, pink panties that were wedged between the cheeks of her ass. On her left cheek was a tattoo of a gold star with a pair of crossed hockey sticks and a hockey puck in the center.

"What is it?" he said.

"It's the new sign for our club. Do you like it?"

"You should put a condom in it somewhere."

Iris laughed. "We don't use condoms, silly. We like to feel the cum in our pussies."

He grabbed her panties and yanked them all the way down her legs with her jeans.

"Don't you worry about getting pregnant?"

She shrugged. "It's a chance we take. Makes it more exciting that way, don't you think?"

She bent forward at the waist, spread her legs over his and reached down between them for his cock. He leaned back on the bed to watch her guide it to her pussy.

"Does it need to be any more exciting?"

"With some of the guys, yes. With you, not really."

She rubbed the head of his dick along the wet slit of her pussy while looking over her shoulder and rocked her hips like she was dancing to a slow song. She let it pierce her opening, pushed herself down a bit and flinched.

"Damn, baby. I forgot how it hurts," she said.

"Take your time. It'll fit."

She had her hands on her knees. The first inch or so of his cock was already in her pussy, and there was a lot more to go. She lowered herself slowly on it, moaning softly with her mouth closed. Every few inches she paused, as if to allow herself to adjust to the stretching. She moved her ass up and down, sliding her pussy on the top half of his cock.

"Ooo baby, that feels so good," she said.

He ran his hands up her thighs and squeezed her ass.

"You got the best pussy. Of all the girls in the club, you got the tightest, wettest pussy," he said.

She looked back over her shoulder. "How do you know that? You haven't fucked all the girls yet."

"I'll get to them."

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down. Her weight settled on his lap and his entire cock buried itself deep in her pussy and she yelped.

"Oh my ..." she said.

"Did that hurt?"

"A little."

"You had all of it inside you before."

"That was a while ago, baby. I fucked a lot of guys since then. None of them were nearly as big as you," she said.

"Then you just need to fuck me more often."

She giggled. "Is that a promise?"

Her ass moved up and down. His cock slid in and out of her pussy with a wet sucking sound. She moaned softly from deep inside with her mouth closed.

It felt good to fuck her again. Ethan let his hands glide up her sides from her full hips to her boobs and squeezed. Sure, it made him jealous to see her in Darien's bed, but he could let that go. After all, it wasn't like he was saving himself for her. There was Mrs. Thorn, and there was Debbie ...

"Oh, I almost forgot. Darien wanted me to ask you a favor," she said, still moving herself up and down on his cock.

"What is it?"

"He wanted to know if you would take care of that paperwork for him."

He molded her tits and pushed his own hips up off the bed.

"Why doesn't he want to do it?"

Iris shrugged. "He said something about keeping him off the team."

He stopped squeezing her tits. "What team?"

"You know. The juniors team. For the Junior World Cup."

He stopped pumping his hips and took his hands off her.

"You came here to ask me to lie for Darien?"

She twisted around to look at him as far as she could with his cock still in her pussy.

"No, that's not true," she said.

He lifted her off his cock, dumped her on the bed and stood up.

"He put you up to this, didn't he?"

She couldn't answer, and couldn't look him in the eye.

"I think you should leave," he said.

"But baby, I haven't made you cum yet."

She reached for his sticky cock, but he pushed her hand aside.

"Just go."

She looked angry when he thought she might be hurt. She didn't move for a minute, avoiding his eyes, then got up to put her jeans back on and pulled her shirt down over her tits.

"You're making a big mistake," she said, and walked out of his room.

He waited until he heard her going down the stairs, then let out a deep sigh and flopped on his bed. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. He wanted her so bad. His cock was still rigid and tall, and ached to feel the inside of her pussy again.

But there was probably no chance of that ever happening again. She was mad at him and he didn't understand why. Wasn't she the one who was trying to manipulate him? He sighed again, put his hand around his cock and started to rub.

The sliding glass door opened and Mom came in from the back yard. Her flower-covered work gloves were dirty and she was pulling them off. She came into the kitchen, where Pam was still washing dishes.

"Where's Ethan?" she said.

"He's in his room," Pam said, with her hands in the warm, soapy water, but it was too late when she realized what she had said.

"I need him to help me set up those tables before the party starts," Mom said.

Pam panicked. If Mom caught Ethan in his room with that girl she'd freak. She grabbed a knife that she had just washed and cut the side of her finger. The sudden, stinging pain made her eyes water. Mom was starting up the stairs. Was Iris a moaner? Mom would hear her from there. Pam grabbed the nearest glass, smashed it on the counter and screamed. Mom came running back to the kitchen.

"What happened? What happened?" she said.

Pam held up her hand, with a drop of blood running over her palm.

"I got cut."

"Don't move. There's glass everywhere."

Pam tried not to grin. She wasn't going anywhere, as long as Mom didn't go anywhere, either.

She stepped carefully over the broken glass on the floor and took Pam's hand. She washed away the blood with warm water.

"It looks like a small cut. I'll get a bandage," she said.

Pam pressed her finger on the cut, where a little blood was still leaking out. Mom opened the closet by the bathroom and got a bandage from the box on the shelf. She put it on her finger, and together they swept up the broken glass.

"Do me a favor. Find your brother and tell him I need him in the back yard. I don't know what made him think his work was done," Mom said and went back out to the back yard with her flower-covered gloves.

The doorbell rang just as the sliding glass door closed. Pam let out a sigh. At least Mom hadn't caught Ethan with a girl in his room. She went to open the front door. Standing on the porch was an older woman with graying hair. She smiled at Pam.

"Hello. I'm Dolores. You must be Pam."

"Yes. My Mom's in the back yard."

She opened the screen door to let her in and led her to the back yard, where Mom was arranging flowers on one of the tables. Before she closed the sliding glass door someone was coming down the stairs and she went to see who it was. Iris came down alone, and she looked mad about something. Did they have a fight?

"Where are you going?" Pam said.

Iris stopped at the bottom of the stairs like it was her house and Pam was the stranger.

"I have to be somewhere," she said and opened the front door.

"Did you suck Ethan's cock?"

Iris stopped again and had an annoyed look on her face.

"You're pretty nosy, aren't you?"

Pam crossed her arms. "Did you suck him?"

Iris let go of the door and put her hands on her hips.

"Since you want to know so bad, I fucked your brother. He's got a big, fat cock and he should fuck you with it to shut your mouth."

She walked out and slammed the door. Pam jumped. In a low voice she said, "Maybe I want him to fuck me with it."

She looked to the top of the stairs. He was still up there. His door was open. She could see the light from his room. And he had just got off. She closed her eyes and imagined him laying naked on his bed, spent, with his long cock laying over his thigh. But Iris was pretty ticked when she left. How could she have that cock inside her and go away mad?

She went up the stairs, turned the corner and raised her hand to knock on the door frame, but he was laying on his bed, completely naked, just as she had imagined, except that his cock wasn't limp and laying across his thigh. It was hard and thick and stood straight up, and he had his hand around it.

She gasped. His eyes snapped open. For a second he was frozen, just staring back at her. He sat up, grabbed the pillow from behind his head and covered his lap.

"Mom wants ... What's wrong?" she said.

"Nothing. Why?"

She took a step into his room. He looked frightened.

"Iris left in a hurry. Did you guys have a fight?"

"No. She just ... It was, you know ... Nothing."

She walked to his bed. It was crazy, but she felt like she was being pulled toward him. He moved and she knelt beside him on his bed.

"What's wrong?" she said again.

He shook his head. He had one hand under the pillow.

"It hurts."

She tried to slip her hand under the pillow, but he pushed it away.

"Can I see it?" she said.

"What are you talking about? You're my sister." He hugged the pillow tighter to his lap.

"I've seen it before. I've even touched it. Don't you remember?"

"I remember. I was there."

"Then what's the problem?"

He shook his head. "It just feels strange to expose myself to my sister."

She reached for the pillow.

"I'm not gonna do anything. I just wanna look at it."

He let go of the pillow. She pulled it away and his penis jumped up, startling her.

"My god. It's so big," she said in a low voice.

She tingled all over. It was as if she had never seen it before. It was deep red and the thick, dark veins that ran along its length pulsed with blood. She licked her lips.

"Did Iris make you cum?" she said. She squeezed her hands into fists and pressed them into her thighs. It took all her control not to reach out and touch it.

"No. Nothing came out."

"Did you guys have sex?"

A shiver tickled her spine. He was right. It was a strange feeling to sit next to her brother and talk about sex when he had his cock out like that.

"Yeah, sort of. We didn't finish."

She nodded. Out of the corner of her eye she was looking at his cock. Her heart was pounding. That they didn't finish was something she didn't need to be told.

"What made you guys quit?"

"She lied to me," he said, with a touch of venom in his voice.

Pam nodded again. She could hear the anger and hurt in his words. It didn't really register, though. She was looking for details. The more he told her, the hotter she got. It was all a really bad idea because she wouldn't be able to control herself if she kept it up, and she was dying to know more, anything if it meant she could sit there another minute with his cock so close.

"What did she lie to you about?" she said. Her throat was tight, which made it difficult to talk.

"She wanted me to cheat on some paperwork for Darien. She didn't come here to have sex with me."

"What a bitch," she said.

"Yeah. I guess I better get back to helping Mom with those bushes," he said and stood up.

She blinked. Where was he going? He reached for his shorts and she could only stare at his huge, swaying cock. How was he going to keep that hidden from Mom?

"Wait. You can't leave now," she said. Her heart was pounding faster.

He stopped with his shorts halfway up his legs.

"Why not?"

She hesitated. That was an excellent question. Why not?

"Because ... Because you're clearly in discomfort. Look. You can't go out there like that."

She pointed to his cock and he looked down at it, hanging from his body like the end of a fire hose.

"I can't?"

"Of course not. What's Mom gonna think when she sees you like that?"

"She's gonna think I came up here to have sex."

This time he hesitated. Pam had been holding her breath and let it out quietly.

"What should I do?" he said.

"You could let me help you."

"What are you gonna do?"

She cleared her throat. "Well ... I could rub it for you. That would get you off. Or you could, I mean, if you wanted, you could put it in my mouth."

He looked at her like he couldn't believe what she just said, then he grinned.

"You really want to suck on it?"

"I wanna see you rub it, first. I wanna see how you do it."

"Ok. That's fair," he said, and dropped his shorts.

Her eyes grew wide. He stood facing her, closed his hand around the thick shaft of his cock and slowly pumped back and forth.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" he said.

She just nodded. Her mouth was watering and she swallowed hard.

"Debbie really liked it when you fucked her," she said, which made him chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"I never heard you say fuck before."

She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. Her face felt warm.

"I guess you gave her a lot of cum," she said. His hand continued to move over his cock, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Why do you say that?"

"She showed it to me when you were done. I saw it dripping out."

"Why did you leave that day?"

She looked away. "I was jealous. I wanted to have some fun with you, too. She didn't want to share."

"She never wants to share. Why do you hang out with her?"

Pam shrugged. "I don't know. She showed me a lot of stuff."

"Like what?" he said. His hand moved faster on his cock.

"Like how to give a blowjob."

"Really? Have you done it before?"

She nodded. "I gave Todd a blowjob."

His eyebrows went up. "No way."

"He took my virginity."

"Damn. I wish I was the one who took it. I'd show you how to give a blowjob," he said, and she giggled. "You must be turned on. I can see your nipples through your shirt."

She looked down at her chest. "Yeah, I'm pretty turned on."

"Can I see your boobs?"

"Sure."

She pulled up the front of her shirt and unhooked her bra where it clasped between her boobs.

"Man, you got beautiful boobs," he said.

"Thanks."

"I can't get over it. I can't believe you did it with Todd. Did he have a big dick?" he said. He stopped rubbing his cock and held it with one hand near the base. It dangled only a few inches from her face.

"Not as big as your's," she said. "I wanted to do it with Joey Molino. Debbie was supposed to help me ask him out until she went and did it with him herself."

"Is that what she said?"

"Yeah. She did it with him like three times and I never got to go out with him."

Ethan laughed. "Joe Molino is a virgin and always will be. He never even kissed a girl. He's saving himself for the right girl, and it's not Debbie."

Her mouth hung open and she blinked several times.

"I can't believe she lied to me this whole time." She shook her head. He still wasn't doing anything. She pointed to his cock. "Are you done with that?"

"Hm? Yeah. I mean no. I mean I just wanted to ask you something."

"What?"

"Can I put it in your mouth now?"

She looked at him funny. For a second he didn't make any sense.

"Oh. In here?" she said, and touched her finger to her lower lip. "I've wondered for a long time if it would fit."

"Debbie fit it in her mouth."

"Debbie has a big mouth," she said.

"Yeah, that's true."

She touched the swollen, dark red tip with her fingers. It was so hot it made her flinch. She put her hand around it to pull him closer, leaned forward and gave it a soft kiss.

"How's that?" she said.

"That was really nice," he said in a choked voice.

"Good. Then you'll really like this."

She opened her jaw as wide as she could and pushed her lips over the head. It pressed on her tongue and stretched her jaw open even wider. Ethan moaned.

"That feels really good," he said.

She pulled it back out and licked up a drop of her own saliva.

"I can't get very much of it in my mouth. It's just too big."

"You're doing a pretty good job just like that," he said.

"Really? That's so nice."

She sucked the head into her mouth again and moved her head back and forth as much as she could. When she tried to force more of the head past her teeth, it felt like her jaw was going to pop out of the socket, so she licked the tip around the tiny hole, and down the side of the shaft.

"Am I gonna make you cum?" she said.

Ethan's face was strained, like he was holding something back.

"If you keep doing that you will," he said.

She ran her hand up and down it's length. It was like a pipe, a long, hard pipe with a warm, velvety covering. Her hand was too small to close all the way around it.

"I wish I could get more of it in my mouth. I heard of a girl at school who said she could swallow her boyfriend's dick."

"I asked Iris if she'd do that to me and she said she never heard of it," he said.

"I bet Debbie would do it."

She leaned forward and licked the head. He groaned softly and closed his eyes. She stretched her lips wide over the end of it again and he moved his hips back and forth. If there was any way she could take all of it into her mouth and all the way down her throat she would do it in a second. Even if it made her suffocate, there was no way she would rather die than with her brother's cock in her throat.

"Can I put my penis in you? I mean just for a second?" he said.

Pam took it out of her mouth and giggled.

"It's funny the way you say penis."

"I'm a little nervous about this."

"Me too."

She stood up, kicked off her shoes and pushed down her jeans. He helped her take her tiny pink panties off. She laughed and covered herself with her hands.

"I can't believe I'm naked in front of my brother," she said.

He pointed to his huge dick just hanging in the air in front of him.

"Imagine how I feel."

She laughed again and touched it, letting her hand glide over its length.

"Just be gentle, ok? Debbie said it kinda hurt when you put it in her at first."

She sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on her elbows and let her knees spread a little.

"I'll try to be gentle."

His big hand with the long fingers touched her pussy and she shivered.

"Are you scared?" he said.

She nodded. She was trembling all over, and she wasn't sure if it was because she was nervous or excited. He pushed the tip of his middle finger between her moist pussy lips and she nearly jumped off the bed.

"Try to relax, ok? It'll never go in if you're so nervous like that," he said.

Pam nodded. "I'll try."

Chapter 5

He moved between her legs and eased them further apart. The hair on his legs tickled. He leaned over her and put one hand on the bed by her shoulder. Her breath was rapid and shallow. It wasn’t working. She was too excited to relax.

The tip of his cock touched her pussy and she jumped again. It was burning hot and she was terribly sensitive.

"Oh my God. I can’t believe we’re doing this," she said.

He started to say something. At the same time she felt the head of his dick press into her pussy. She knew it was big and would make her stretch, but she was not prepared for the sudden, searing pain. She flinched and gasped and he let up.

"Did that hurt?" he said.

She bit her lower lip. In the pit of her stomach was an uneasy panic, like part of a meal she could not digest. She watched his face. The burning desire was plain in his eyes, but in them there was also something more, something deeper.

"I’m not gonna do this if it’s gonna make you hurt. It’s not worth the risk. I like you too much," he said.

He started to get up. She grabbed his arm and hooked one of her heels behind his knee.

"Don’t leave. It doesn’t hurt that much. We might never get a chance to go this far again," she said.

He didn’t move, just watched her face, like he was unsure what to do next.

"I didn’t want to go anyway," he said.

He leaned over her again. His broad shoulders blocked the light, leaving her in the shadows. The head of his cock pressed harder at the opening of her cunt. She moaned behind her clenched teeth, straining to make her pussy open to let him in. Where was she going to find room for that huge thing?

Finally the head popped in and it all felt really good. She was panting, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy was stretched, but it was like she was being filled with the one thing that had been missing her whole life.

"Are you ok?" Ethan said.

"I’m fine," she said with a quick nod. It was too difficult to talk.

Somehow he had managed to fit the entire thing inside her. But when she reached down between their bodies, she was surprised to find how much more he still had out in the cold. Only a couple of inches were in her pussy. Where was it all going to go when she already felt so filled?

"Ethan. Where are you?" Mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

He froze.

"Shit," he said. He turned his head toward the door. "I’m in my room."

"Are you going to help me set up these tables? My party is already starting."

"I’ll be right down."

They were both very still, waiting to hear her footsteps coming up the stairs. He let out a big sigh.

"I gotta go," he said.

"I know."

He pushed himself up. The few inches of his cock that he had worked so hard to fit in her pussy came out again with a soft pop. The thick veins pulsated. The end of it glistened with her juices.

She sat up on her elbows to watch him dress. He put on some tight underwear that held his erection flat against his leg. He winced when he put them on like it was painful to make his dick bend to go in. He pulled his shorts up over the underwear, but his cock still showed like a ridiculously distended ridge that hung down the right leg.

"Bye," he said.

She felt a twinge inside when he turned and walked out of his room. She couldn’t even manage to smile. How hard was it to walk out when his sister was naked on his bed with her legs parted?

She could still feel him between her legs, could feel his weight on top of her, and his warmth. Her fingers touched her tender pussy lips. Most of all, she could still feel how his cock stretched her open. She was sore between her legs but it was a good sore, the kind of pain that made her feel like a woman and not just a girl. Maybe if she waited long enough he would come back and put his cock inside her again. Then he would cum inside her, and that would make her feel-

The doorbell rang. Who could that be? She hoped it wasn’t Iris coming back to take him from her. Or worse, Debbie.

The doorbell rang again and she remembered the party Mom was having in the back yard. She jumped off of Ethan’s bed and grabbed her jeans.

Ethan opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the patio. The stiffness of his dick strapped to his leg by the tight shorts made it difficult to walk, especially on the stairs. Mom was talking with an older lady over by the food table. They both looked when he came out. He crossed the yard to the last couple of folding tables that needed to be set up. He just finished setting up the first one when Mom put her hand on his shoulder.

"Ethan, honey, what were you doing in your room?" she said.

"Nothing. Why?" He reached for the second table.

"You must have been doing something. I can clearly see that you are aroused. I think you nearly gave Mrs. Phipps a heart attack."

"What do you mean?"

"Ethan, you have an erection," Mom said, and her voice was like the hiss of a snake.

He looked down at the front of his shorts. The long ridge that stood out against his leg was much more pronounced than he expected. He glanced across the yard at the older woman. Her face was red and she was trying not to look at him.

"Sorry," he said.

"You can’t come out here showing like that when I have a bunch of ladies coming over. What are they going to say when they see my son walking around with his penis hanging down in his shorts?"

He glanced past her at Mrs. Phipps again, who was trying not to look at him out of the corner of her eye. He could think of a few things the ladies might say, but he didn’t want to tell Mom.

"Whatever you were doing in your room you need to go back and finish. Do you want me to help you with it?" she said.

An image flashed in his mind of Mom helping to guide his dick between Pam’s spread legs into her warm, wet pussy, and he almost laughed.

"No. I can take care of it."

He turned toward the house. Mrs. Phipps’ eyes grew wide and she looked away quickly. His hands went to the front of his shorts to cover himself.

He opened the sliding glass door and went into the house just as Pam was leading a group of three ladies to the back yard. He panicked and reached for the nearest thing he could find, one of Mom’s magazines laying on the recliner. They said hello and he smiled and said hi back.

As soon as Pam closed the sliding glass door, she looked at him and said, "What’s wrong?"

"This," Ethan said and lowered the magazine to show her the bulge.

She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

"I know. I saw it when you left your room. It must be very uncomfortable."

"It hurts like hell. Mom told me I have to make it go away."

Pam’s hand dropped and her mouth hung open.

"Does she know what we were doing?"

He shook his head. "No. I don’t think so. She asked if I wanted her to help."

"Oh my God. No way," she said.

"Yeah. I’m not lying."

Pam shook her head. "That is so weird. You should get Mom to do it."

"I don’t think so."

"So what are you gonna do about that?" she said, pointing to the front of his shorts.

He shrugged. "I guess I’ll just jerk off."

"Can I help?" Pam said.

"Sure. Let’s go to your room this time."

She smiled. "Really? I never had a boy in my room before."

The doorbell rang and they both looked toward the front door.

"Shit. More guests," she said.

"You let them in. I’ll be in your room."

He went up the stairs and she opened the front door. Her room was across the hall from his. He stood in the doorway, looking around. She had lived there his whole life and he never saw her room. Her dresser, her night stand and her bed were all trimmed in purple and white. He was standing by her dresser, flipping through a teen magazine on top of a stack of magazines when she came back. Her cheeks were red and she had a big grin.

"Mom says she doesn’t need you anymore. All of her guests are here. That gives us a few minutes," she said.

"I hope that gives us enough time."

She dropped to her knees in front of him and started to unbuckle his belt.

"We don’t need that much time," she said.

She tugged his shorts down. His cock jumped out, nearly striking her cheek. Her eyes stared at it, like she had a yearning hunger for it deep in her stomach. She grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth, without any of that soft licking and kissing, and tried to jam it down her throat, which only made her gag. His eyes rolled shut and he groaned. How stupid of him not to realize that she wanted it that badly. If he had known she could suck on it like that he never would have kept it from her for so long.

She took it out of her mouth and wiped away the drool with the back of her hand. She was panting, and still staring at it. A string of saliva hung from the head. She licked it up and smothered the head between her lips with a wet slurping noise.

"Ethan, I really like your thingie," she said in a deep, raspy voice like she had been a smoker for years.

"My what?"

She looked up to his face. "Your thingie? I mean your penis."

He chuckled. "You can call it my dick, or my cock."

"Whatever you call it, I really like it. I think you should. I dare you to do it."

"Dare me to what?"

"I dare you to ask Mom to suck your cock."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she stuffed the end of his cock into her mouth again. Her head bobbed rapidly over it, leaking drool and saliva that ran down the shaft to her hand, which she was using to pump him at the same time. Her jaw was open so wide her face looked elongated, and the shaft of his cock stretched her lips like she was trying to swallow a tree.

She paused for a minute, panting hard. Her cheeks puffed out. Her eyes looked way up to his face and blinked a few times. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and thrust her head forward. The head of his cock plunged to the back of her mouth. She had one hand around the shaft and one hand around the back of his thigh to hold herself down on it. The sides of his shaft sc****d against her molars, which was a little painful, but he was certain he could feel her throat open and start to swallow the head of his cock.

He put his hands on either side of her head and his fingers nearly interlaced. She only had about three inches of his cock in her mouth so far. It was so tempting to hold her head tight and force his hips forward and drive the rest of it down her tight throat until her nose was pressed flat against his belly. That would probably put his cock right into her stomach. He could pump her full of cum.

But her eyes were already bulging out of her head, her cheeks were puffed out, huffing for air, and the veins on her neck were popping out like they were ready to burst. If he fed the last nine inches of cock down her throat he would certainly strangle her. How would he explain that to Mom?

He groaned and let go of her head. His knees gave out and he fell backward into the chair in front of the dresser. Pam’s head went with him like his cock was stuck in her mouth. She screamed around it, although it muffled her scream, then it came out of her mouth with a pop and a splatter of saliva.

For a moment he was afraid he had ripped her teeth out. She was bent over on her hands and knees, coughing furiously and dripping saliva into the carpet.

"Pam? Are you ok?" he said.

He tried to get up but his knees were wobbly. His cock deflated a little and drooped toward the floor.

"I’m fine," she said in a weak, choked voice.

She got to her feet. Her eyes were red and running with tears. She wiped them away with the sleeve of her t-shirt and wiped up the spit on her chin. When she was done, she was smiling.

"How do I look?"

Ethan slumped back in the chair.

"You scared me. I thought I hurt you," he said.

She giggled. "I scared myself. I thought I could get your cock all the way down. I guess I couldn’t."

She stripped her jeans off and left them in a pile by her bed. All she had on were her tiny, pink panties.

"What are you gonna do?" he said.

She looked at him with a puzzled face.

"You still need to make that go away, don’t you?" she said, pointing to his lap.

He put his hand around his drooping dick.

"Not any more. It’s starting to go soft."

Pam pushed her panties to the floor. She stepped forward and put one foot on one side of his legs and the other foot on the other side. She put one hand on his shoulder and took his cock from his hand with her other. When she spoke, her voice was low and soft, with a bit of the huskiness it had before.

"I’ll decide when it’s soft and when it’s hard," she said.

She rubbed the head of his dick on her warm, moist pussy. Her eyes closed and her eyelids fluttered. The head slipped between the lips of her pussy and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"That feels really good," she said in a soft whisper.

She pressed herself down on it. The head and a couple of inches slipped inside. Her eyes opened and she winced.

"Did that hurt? Don’t do this if it’s gonna hurt," he said.

Pam smiled. "It doesn’t hurt," she said, but she clearly had the look of pain in her eyes.

She put both hands on his shoulders. Her boobs, still covered by her tight shirt, brushed his face. He put his hands around her slender waist. Her legs were trembling. Compared to her tiny body, his cock looked like a telephone pole stuck up between her spread thighs, and she looked like she was attached to him by it.

She was biting her lower lip and moaning softly. Her legs flexed to work herself up and down on him. Her body sunk lower, taking about half of his cock inside her. That was as deep as it would go before she whimpered in pain.

"Oh man. I can’t believe I’m doing it with my brother," she said. Her eyes were just slits and she smiled at him.

Ethan pushed her shirt up over her boobs and squeezed them in both hands.

"I can’t believe it either. What took you so long?" he said.

"Me? What do you mean me? How come you never did it to me before?"

"Are you k**ding? That would be ****," he said.

Pam gasped like she was shocked.

"It is not," she said and giggled.

She took her hand off his shoulder to give him a playful smack. He let go of her waist to grab her wrist. Her right foot slipped out. Something seemed to give way inside her and her weight settled onto his lap. His entire cock slid all the way up inside her tiny body. Her mouth fell open, but all that came out was a squeak and a drop of saliva at the corner.

Ethan grabbed her waist, but it was too late.

"Pam? Are you all right?" he said.

She just blinked twice.

"Oh my God. I feel it in here," she said, rubbing her belly.

"Does it hurt?"

She nodded. "It feels like you tore me open."

"Are you bleeding?"

He reached down to her pussy to see if there was any blood and she flinched.

"Did that hurt?"

She shook her head. "It felt really good."

"Do you wanna take it out?"

She shook her head again. "I want you to fuck me."

Her eyes were big and innocent and helpless. She licked her lips. How could he resist her when she looked at him like that? How could any man resist?

He stroked her smooth thighs. Her eyes closed and she was breathing softly through her parted lips. She tilted her head to the side, leaned forward and kissed him. Her hard nipples brushed through the hairs on his chest.

Her lips were soft, as if swollen from the beating they took by his cock. They touched his lips lightly. Were they tender and sore? Had he injured her without even realizing?

The tip of her tongue touched his upper lip. A tingle ran down his spine and his blood roared in his ears. He felt like a virgin again, except this time it was so much better.

Her tongue traced the shape of his lips. He poked his tongue out and touched hers. She moaned softly into his mouth. His pulse jumped. It felt like his dick was swelling even larger inside her, if that was possible. He moved his hands up her thighs to her hips to hold her down and thrust his hips off the chair.

Pam’s head snapped back and she squealed.

"Oh my God that hurt," she said. She had a tear in the corner of her eye.

"Sorry. I didn’t mean that."

She wiped the tear from her cheek. "Just be gentle, ok?"

He brushed away a few strands of hair from her face with his fingers.

"Do you want my cum?" he said.

She nodded. Her puffy lips were squeezed shut.

"You wanna cum in me, don’t you?" she said.

He stroked her tight ass and the gentle curve of her waist.

"I wanna cum in you so bad. I don’t even care if I get you pregnant."

Pam smiled and touched his cheek.

"I bet you got a ton of cum right now, don’t you? Your balls are sore, aren’t they? I’m glad you didn’t waste any of it on that bitch Iris. You deserve better than her. You need a girl who knows how to take care of her brother."

Her ass started moving up and down. Her pussy was too tight for his cock to slide in and out, so she only had a short bit of movement. Her eyes were locked into his. Her mouth hung open and she moaned each time her weight settled on his lap and his cock poked deep inside her body.

Ethan held her by her slender waist. He never knew his sister could be such a passionate, sexual girl. It was a shame they had wasted so much time when they were perfect for each other.

He tried to push up with his hips but she winced, so he just sat still and let her do the work. She knew how hard she could take it. Her movements were very slow and deliberate, and she had her lower lip between her teeth. He squeezed her boobs and licked her nipples. It was about all he could do, except try not to cum too soon.

Her moans got a little louder. She started saying "Baby ... baby," between moans. The bedroom door was open and the rest of the house was quiet. It was a good thing it wasn’t raining and all those ladies were still out in the back yard. He just hoped none of them had to come in to use the bathroom.

Pam leaned forward and put her head on his shoulder. He slid his hands down her back to her ass, which was rising and falling in short, slow strokes. She was moaning in his ear and panting and saying "Oh baby yeah" and "Do it baby". Her voice got louder and she started shouting his name. Her ass pumped faster. He held her head against his shoulder to muffle her screams before someone came to find out what he was doing to her.

"Oh God," Pam shouted.

Her head swung way back and her back arched in. She groaned with her jaws clenched and her entire body jerked, jamming her down on his cock again and again. She had her arms around his head and was squeezing him in a death grip until he couldn’t breathe.

Finally, she arched her back, let out one big groan, and collapsed on top of him with her head on his chest. Her arms hung limp and she was panting.

"Pam? Are you all right?" Ethan said. He stroked her back. She didn’t answer. "Pam?"

"That was the best," she said in a soft, weak voice.

"Did you cum?"

"That was the best ever." She raised her head. Her hair hung over her face. Her cheeks were glowing. "Did you do it? I don’t feel your stuff."

"I didn’t cum yet."

"You didn’t?"

He shook his head. She whimpered.

"Oh God. You’re not gonna fuck me some more, are you?" she said.

"Don’t you want me to?"

She paused and looked away. She wiggled her hips and his cock moved inside her and she smiled.

"Yes please. Do it some more."

"Let’s do it on your bed."

She looked at her bed and nodded, but said, "I can’t stand up."

"Why not?"

"My legs won’t work."

He tried to lift her off his lap but his cock was stuck inside her.

"Ok. Hold on to my neck," he said.

He held her ass and pushed himself to his feet. She groaned in his ear. He carried her to the bed and set her down gently. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked between her spread legs, where his cock was wedged into her pussy.

"Oh my God. I can’t believe that thing is inside me," she said.

The shaft was buried deep in her pussy to within an inch of his pubic hair, and her small, delicate pussy lips were stretched wide around it. He tried to pull back but couldn’t get it to come out without making her wince and cry like she was in pain.

"Does that hurt?"

"A little. Don’t take it out, ok?"

"I have to take it out sometime."

"Later, ok? It’s too tight."

"I can get something to make it slippery."

"How about your stuff? That should do it, won’t it?" she said, and touched his cheek.

Ethan grinned and pumped his hips a few times. Pam’s eyes closed and she gasped.

"That doesn’t hurt, does it?"

She shook her head. Her elbows gave out and she fell back on the bed. He pulled her hips up, bent her legs back and leaned over her. She whimpered. He thrust himself forward.

"Oh God Ethan please," she groaned.

The whole bed shook. By then he didn’t care if all the women in the back yard came up to watch. He was gonna shoot his cum inside his sister.

He dug his heels into the soft carpet and pushed his cock into her with long, slow strokes and a hard thrust that pushed her across the bed. She put her arms over her head and pushed against the headboard to hold herself still. Her lips were still a little puffy from the beating, and parted just a bit. A drop of saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek. Her eyes were squeezed shut A tiny tear ran from her right eye and mixed with the drop of saliva on her cheek. She whimpered with each hard thrust and he was sure he was hurting her, but there was no way he could stop until he dumped his cum inside her.

He rocked faster. She started moaning and crying his name out loud. She put her arms around his neck and squeezed tight like she was holding on for her life. Her body bucked against his, pushing off the bed, and her moans were deep and brief, like she couldn’t breathe, like she was cumming. Was he really making his sister cum a second time?

He couldn’t hold back any longer. The build up made his body tense, and the release made him groan out loud. His whole body shuddered and he leaned into Pam like he was trying to flatten her into the mattress. His cock was pumping her full of cum and it felt like more than he’d ever cum in his life. Her cunt contracted around his shaft like she was holding it in a clamp. Or was it his cock expanding to stretch her even wider?

He lay on top of her, panting and sweating. He pushed himself up. Pam was limp beneath him, her body pressed into the mattress like an impression in soft clay. Her eyes were closed. Was she even breathing?

He touched her cheek. She was warm, even covered in a light mist of perspiration. He put his finger under her nose to feel for a breath, but her eyes opened slowly like she was groggy with sleep, and she smiled.

"You did it," she said in a low, raspy voice. Her hand reached up and touched the side of his face. "I feel it inside. Now kiss me."

He bent down over her again and touched his lips to hers. An electric tingle skittered down his spine like a cold drop of water, and a roar like an ocean storm whipped up in his ears. Her lips were delicate and sweet, like the velvety petals of a rose. Her hand glided over the hard, muscular ridges of his sweaty back.

"I’ll never forget this," Ethan said.

"Does it have to be just this once?"

He started to answer but paused. Did it have to be?

Her hand pushed between their bodies to her crotch. Her fingers found the shaft of his dick, where it had her soft pussy lips spread open.

"It’s really in there. How did you get the whole thing in?" she said.

He shrugged. "I don’t know. It just fit."

He lifted himself off her and she whimpered. Her hands grabbed for his hips.

"Go slow," she said.

He pulled back with his hips and she squealed.

"I don’t think it’s gonna come out. You’re still too tight."

Only a couple of inches of his shaft had withdrawn from her tiny hole. Her legs were still spread around his hips and dangled off the bed. He lifted her to look under her butt. Where was all that cum? Nothing had leaked out of her.

"Ethan, please, be gentle," she said.

"I have to get it out. We can’t let Mom find us like this."

He tried to push her away but she just screamed.

"What should I do?" he said.

She pointed to the night stand by her bed.

"There’s some baby oil in the top drawer. Try that."

He reached for the night stand and had to turn her on the bed. His cock pulled her body with it. She bit her lower lip and just whimpered.

The bottle of baby oil was right at the front of the top drawer. He popped the cap off and squirted the oil on the shaft of his cock, where it was wedged in her slit. He worked it back and forth, and slowly his cock came out, like a long sword withdrawing from a tight sheath, ready for one more battle.

The head flopped out and released a flood of cum that puddled on her bedspread. Pam groaned and collapsed.

"Sorry about that. I’ll clean it up," Ethan said, pointing to the puddle.

"Don’t worry about it. I like the smell," she said. She held her hand out. "Help me up, please."

He took her hand and pulled her off the bed. She leaned on him with her wobbly legs and looked at herself in the full length mirror attached to the back of her closet door.

"What are you looking at?" he said.

"I just want to know if I can see anything different about myself."

Ethan studied her reflection. Besides her flushed, sweaty face and her tousled, tangled hair, he could see nothing unusual about her. She was still his cute little sister, with a body that got better looking every time he saw her.

"What do you see?" he said.

She brushed her hair away from her eyes.

"I don’t know. I’m pretty sure, though, I’ll never be the same."

She pressed on her belly and a trickle of cum dribbled from her slit down the inside of her thigh. She reached between her legs to touch it.

"Damn, Ethan. That’s a lot of cum you got," she said. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Tomorrow I’ll fuck your ass."

She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Promise?" she said.

He moved his hand down her bare back and squeezed her tight ass, which fit almost completely in his hand.

"Promise."

"I can’t wait."

He helped her to the chair and she sprawled back with her legs spread and used the edge of the dresser to hold herself up. More cum leaked from her pussy and stained the seat.

"I have to go find Mom," he said, and pulled up his shorts. His dick still made a bulge, although not quite as pronounced. After finally sharing it with Pam, he was proud to let anyone look upon it.

"Are you gonna tell her what we did?"

"No way. That would freak her out."

He stopped outside her room, looking into his room across the hall. He felt different inside, too. The world looked a little different, although he couldn’t put his finger on it. His desk and his dresser and all of his movies on the rack all looked different in his eyes.

"Ethan?" Mom called from downstairs.

He started down the stairs and she was right there at the bottom.

"There you are. I was just coming to find you," she said.

"Yeah, I was just-" he started to say, but she was looking at him funny.

"Ethan, are you all right? You look different," she said.

His throat tightened. Could she read it on his face? A moment ago he wanted to tell the world that he had just drilled his sister and she loved it, and now he was feeling so guilty he wanted to run and hide.

"I ... I’m fine. Why?"

"Nothing, I guess. You just look ... more grown up, I guess. Anyway, I want you to meet one of my friends." She glanced at his crotch. He was a few steps higher on the stairs and his groin was right at her eye level. She looked away quickly. "I’m glad to see you took care of your problem. Was it hard?"

"Uh ..."

Mom blushed bright red.

"What a ridiculous question. Of course it was hard. Come on. I want you to meet my friend. She has a daughter about your age."

She took his hand and pulled him down the stairs. He rolled his eyes and followed. There was always another girl.