The Creature -- Chapter Four free porn video

CHAPTER FOUR When I woke up the next time, he finally allowed me to wake up. I was lying on the coffee table in the TV room, and the room was very bright. He was sitting on the couch beside me, watching both me, and a TV program. It took me a while to get my eyes open, keep them that way, and to fully wake up. But I finally did so. He looked at me and winked. Then I noticed that my shirt was rolled up around my chest, just underneath where my sports- bra ended - showing my entire stomach and part of my lower chest. Looking down, I saw that I was still wearing the tight short-shorts. I felt incredibly nervous and self-conscious about how I looked, and sat up and straightened my shirt back down. He said, "Don't worry, we're alone here. Mom is back at work, and Randy went to his friend's house again. It's 3PM! No, 3:40! The third time you really slept a long time!" I tried to speak, but it was still too difficult. I could only whisper. "Well, based on my research, I think I know, more or less, how much does what. A half centimetre of ginger will keep you out for about an hour and a half. A full centimetre for three hours. And three centimetres, like I gave you this last time, kept you out for a full nine hours! Amazing! "And it's really fun, by the way. You become like a real, live, human rag- doll. Like you said, there's absolutely nothing that will wake you up. I tickled you, shook you, pulled your hair, dragged you around by your hands and toes, poured cold water and hot water on your face... I took you outside... By the way, the animals don't care if you're sleeping, they still like the way you taste. Oh, and I tasted you a bit, too - I hope you don't mind. It's really something else! Really amazing! "And you're just as bendy as that girl we saw in the hospital, if not even bendier! I twisted and bent you into positions I would never have thought possible! And nothing I did caused you to even snore a bit or respond in any way." I was shocked and furious that he had done this to me. I felt betrayed. I had trusted him, and he totally took advantage of me. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned, seeing that I was upset. I opened my mouth to speak. At first, though, only air left my mouth, no sound. It was as if my mouth was 'shut off'. I worked at it a little longer, though, and finally I managed to talk. "You... you took advantage of me! You weren't supposed to do that! I didn't agree to that! You betrayed me!" "Whoa, Ralph, wait a minute! What do you mean? I did no such thing!" He was speaking defensively, but also sounded hurt by my accusations. But I wasn't quick to forgive. "All those things you just said you did - you were supposed to see how the ginger worked, and nothing more!" "But that's exactly what I did! I tested the ginger, I did things to you while you were sleeping to see if there was any way to wake you up. That's what you wanted me to do! I was very careful and respectful, you know. You told me not to do things to you that you wouldn't agree to if you were awake - and that's exactly what I did. When you were awake you let animals lick you, so I let animals lick you too. I was careful not to touch or uncover any of your private parts. Even though I was testing to see if I could wake you with water, I didn't let your clothes get wet, so that I wouldn't have to change your clothes because I knew you wouldn't want me doing that." "But... you had my shirt rolled up so my entire stomach was showing!" "You already showed me your stomach while you were awake! Remember when you showed me how you swallow carrots whole? And when you let that kitten lick your stomach. I didn't uncover anything that you didn't, when you were awake, and didn't touch you anywhere that you hadn't let me touch while you were awake." "But..." I felt like I was running out of accusations. "You fed me more ginger against my will, even though I didn't want it." "What do you mean? I specifically asked you if I could give you some more, and you nodded your head 'Yes'!" I remembered that interaction, and I knew what my intention had been but understood how it could have been misinterpreted. I wasn't going to push the issue any more. "Don't be mad at me," he said, and seemed like he might be close to tears himself. "I was really good to you! I tried really hard! I took lots of pictures and videos, if you want to see for yourself how good I was." "Okay, fine, I'm not mad," I said. I stood up to leave the room. Even if I couldn't justify being mad at him any more, I still felt quite violated, and wanted some space. "Wait, don't leave yet," he said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back towards him with a little too much force, more than either of us anticipated. I ended up sitting down on his lap. "Oh shit," he said, looking at me awkwardly for a moment. "I didn't mean to do that." And then he put his hands on my waist and quite easily lifted me into the air, and put me down on the sofa beside him. He kept a hand on my shoulder, which was poking through the neck opening of my T-shirt. "Before I knew you'd be mad at me, I wanted to do something nice for you as a way of thanking you for allowing me to have fun with you like this, and I did some investigation, and I thought, you could eat a couple of carrots and we could go to Star Wars again, since you missed it last time. I know you really wanted to see it, and you missed it by accident. I don't mind taking you to see it again." I was surprised by this gesture and said, "Thanks, but you don't have to do that. I'm sure you don't want to see it again." "No, really, I don't mind. Please, let me do something nice for you. Especially if you were feeling a little bad about what I did to you, even though I thought I was treating you okay. Please, let me." "Um, ok, I guess, if you're sure you really want to." "I do." "Okay, well I should go change. I've been wearing this since yesterday, and my other clothes are clean now." "We don't really have time," he said. "The showing starts in half an hour, we have to hurry. I already have the carrots so you can eat them on the way or just before we go inside." I sighed. I wanted to cover my body more... I'd been mostly uncovered, like this, for too long, and I especially felt the difference between how *I* was clothed and how he was (He was wearing long baggy jeans and a long-sleeved sweatshirt). "At least I'll change my shirt," I said. I thought I heard him sigh. "Okay, but quickly, we don't want to miss the beginning." I got up and ran to my room. I changed into a plain black girls' T-shirt. Since I could use my 'super speed', I COULD have changed my shorts as well, but for some reason I didn't. I was waiting for him at the front door when he arrived. I started feeling self-conscious about my uncovered legs again when I noticed that every time we stopped at a red light, he would look down at them. I crossed them nervously, but had no way of blocking them from his gaze. When we arrived at the theatre, there was a long line for tickets. We waited in line. Roger said, "Hopefully they're for a different movie." A few minutes later, looking at his watch, he said, "Hopefully, we'll only miss the previews." Then, a few minutes later, he asked me, "Could I lift you up in the air so you can see if they're going into our theatre or a different one?" "Um, ok," I said. I moved in front of him, with my back towards him, and put my hands back for him to take, thinking he could lift me that way. Instead, though, he grasped the backs of my thighs and lifted me up, until my butt was just in front of his face. I tried to ignore this fact so that I could quickly get the task done. I figured out which theatre was ours, and, disappointedly, saw that lots of people were going into it. I twisted my head and asked him to put me down, and once he'd done so, told him what I'd seen. Based on subtle changes in his scent I could tell that he had been more interested in lifting me up than he had in knowing. We finally got to the ticket window. There was a middle-aged man with a dirty moustache selling tickets. Roger told him what we wanted, and he typed stuff into his computer. "Unfortunately, it's just about sold out. We have only one ticket left." My brother uttered an obscenity. "Sorry, son," he said. "Why don't I sell you two tickets anyway. You can go inside. It's possible that someone bought a ticket online and didn't show up, and one of you can sit in his seat. And if not... how old is your sister?" "Nine," Roger said. I felt a little betrayed. I would've hoped he'd say 'ten'. But I knew it was kind of my fault for accidentally saying 'nine' last time. "Nine? I would have guessed younger," said the man. "My nine-year-old is a lot taller. And fatter. But, anyway, if you can't find two seats then you could just hold her on your lap, if that's okay with you." I couldn't believe what I'd heard. There was no way I was going to sit on Roger's lap for a whole movie! Roger crouched down to talk to me at eye-level. "You could go in alone," he said. "I can wait for you outside. I've seen it already." For some reason, the thought of going into the theatre alone made me nervous. I shook my head. "Maybe there's a later showing," I suggested. The man in the ticket booth seemed anxious to get the line moving. "You know, the credits are already rolling. Why don't you take your chances. Go in, see if you can get two seats. If you end up having to sit on your brother's lap you can come back to me after the show and I'll refund your ticket. What do you say?" Roger looked down at me. He knew he couldn't make that decision for me. "Okay, fine," I said. "You're not worried about me being too heavy to have on your lap for the entire movie?" "You're light as a feather, kid," Roger whispered with a wink and a chuckle. I sighed. The previews were already showing, but the theatre hadn't been dimmed yet. People were rushing around, finding seats. We looked around. Most seemed taken. "There's one seat at the front, and one closer to the back," my brother whispered. "But I don't see any together. Should we split up?" I considered that, but didn't think it was a good idea. If someone came to take the other seat once the theatre was dimmed, it would be hard to find him. And then I remembered that I hadn't eaten the carrot yet - I'd forgotten it again! And the theatre was about to go dim! "Forget it," I whispered back, nervously. "I'll just sit on your lap. But no funny business. Promise me. And I need a carrot quickly before the lights dim." We squeezed past some annoyed people until we got to the vacant seat. Roger sat down as the lights began to go out, and I started feeling sleepy. "Quick!" I whispered nervously. He awkwardly put an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap as I fought the exhaustion. I was having a hard time moving and fought the sleepiness valiantly. I heard the rattle of plastic as Roger removed a carrot from a plastic bag. I was starting to nod off as he tipped my head back against his chest and opened my mouth with his fingers. He pushed the carrot quickly and awkwardly down my throat. When it was half-way down, I came back to life and felt grateful that he'd done that. I thought I'd reach up and take the carrot from him and finish eating it on my own, but when I tried to lift my hands I realized that his arm, which was looped around my waist, was also looped around my arms, and when I tried to move them he held me tighter, pinning my arms to my sides. I felt a little confused, but within a few seconds the carrot was all the way down my throat, including the leaves. He put his hand on my face and held my lips closed for a moment, and then felt my neck before relaxing his grip on me. "You should be ok now," he whispered. His neighbour, who, thankfully didn't seem to have noticed him shoving a whole carrot down my throat, didn't like that he was talking to me and shushed him. I repositioned myself on his legs, now, so that my butt crack wasn't directly above where his penis would be, worried what that might do and what I might feel. The seats weren't very big and Roger's arms are kind of thick, and the people beside him, on either side, were also big people and already occupying the arm rests (I checked). He ended up having to put his arms around my waist and rest his hands on my thighs. "Sorry," he whispered into my ears. "I hope you don't mind, I have nowhere else to put them." I leaned back against his chest and tried to ignore his hands, and concentrate on the movie. About a quarter of the way into the movie, while I was engrossed in the story, he put his hands on my waist and moved me onto this other thigh. Then he put his hands on my thighs again, this time quite high up on them, and touching more of their insides. I ignored him and concentrated on the movie. A while later, I slipped a bit, and for a few minutes found myself sitting right in the middle, evenly on both of his legs. And pretty quickly I felt something hardening against my butt crack. I squirmed a bit and moved to the side, but now I could still feel his erection against the back of my thigh. I didn't know what to do. Fortunately, just after that, the intermission began. The lights in the theatre went on, and I stood up. I stretched. He asked me how I was enjoying the movie. Then he whispered in my ear, "Um, sorry about that embarrassing thing that happened before. I'm sure you remember what it's like to have that... it has nothing to do with you or your body, it's just the weight or pressure." This was too awkward to talk about and I needed to step away for a minute. "Would you like me to buy you something to eat or drink?" I asked him. "You can wait here, I'll go get it for you." He reached into his pocket and gave me a bill. "Maybe a small popcorn, if you can get back in time. You can get whatever you want for yourself, too." I squeezed past the other people and ran out into the lobby. There were lots of people waiting for the snacks, too, and I was about to give up, when I saw the man from the ticket booth walk by. He saw me, and made a 'come here' motion with his finger, indicating that I should follow him to the employees entrance to the snack bar. Somewhat unsure of what to make of this, I followed him, cautiously. He took my hand and led me behind the counter. Luckily we weren't alone there - that would have made me too nervous. "So, did you find two seats?" he asked. "No, we didn't. Well, not together." "So you're sitting on your brother? That's nice of him to let you do that," he said. "Yeah." "What's your name, sweetie?" I totally wasn't expecting that question. I'd been thinking a bit more about names, and had been receiving some suggestions from my mother and brothers, but hadn't found anything I even remotely liked. This caught me off guard. I tried to think quickly. I looked around. I saw the name of an actress on a movie poster and quickly said, "Jasmine". It hadn't been one of the names I'd been considering. It hadn't been suggested to me by anyway. And after saying it, I was sure that I didn't want to use that name. But now I figured that it wasn't really dangerous, even my brother wasn't there with me. Nobody would know. I could pick a different name later. "Jasmine! What a fitting name for a little cutie like yourself! So, what candy were you coming to get?" I felt a little confused for a second, and then said, "Oh, um, a small popcorn." "Here, have a big one," the man said, handing me the popcorn. "On me. Would you like anything else? Or something to drink?" "No, thanks, that's okay," I said. "Here," he said, handing me a package of potato chips. "You can take these home if you don't want to eat them now. You'd better get back to the movie before it starts again. And remember to come see me in the ticket booth to get your ticket refunded after the show." He held the door open for me, and as I turned to leave, I felt his hand briefly rest on the top of my head and gently rub my hair. Back in the theatre, thankfully, the movie hadn't started yet. But there were lots of people in our row, and nobody seemed interested in letting me by or moving their legs in so I could squeeze by. I was still balancing the popcorn and the big bag of chips, too. I looked around and examined my options. I decided I'd have to use my gymnastics/balancing skills, combined with my skin-sticking, and jump along the arm rests and seat backs to my seat. To do so, I kicked off the sandals I'd been wearing, and not wanting to be holding too much in my hands discretely kicked them under the aisle seat, thinking nobody would see them there, and I'd be able to recover them right after the movie. I lifted a leg up onto the arm rest of the aisle seat and was about to climb up when the man sitting there - a big man of about fifty years, maybe - saw what I was trying to do. "Here, I'll help you," he said. And before I knew it, he had his hands on my waist and he'd lifted me into the air. I held on to the food tightly as perhaps my worst nightmare came true. I got passed down the aisle from hand to hand. I made it to my brother quickly, but maybe ten pairs of hands had touched my body - most had held my at my waist or hips (my shirt quickly rode up so that my sides and stomach/back were exposed), but some held me at my armpits, and two people seemed to grip me by placing one hand right under my butt and their other hand at the top of my back! My legs were somewhat raised when I reached my brother and, realizing what had happened, he quickly reached up and took me from his neighbour but he, too, grabbed me with one of his hands touching my butt. "Sorry about that," he said, setting me down on his lap. "I didn't mean to. You were handed to me too fast." "I know. Not your fault. But that was awful. Really humiliating!" I whispered back. Then his neighbour leaned over and said to my brother, "Your little sister is just too adorable, delicious looking! If you get tired of holding her on your lap she can sit on me for a while!" Roger laughed and said, "Thanks, I'm sure she'd really appreciate that!" Roger was surprised that I'd been able to buy all that food with the little money he'd given me. "The money is still in my pocket," I said. "I didn't have to use it." And I told him about the ticket seller. The movie began once more. I let Roger hold me, around my waist, against the side of his leg, and I held the popcorn box for him so that he could eat it. He whispered, asking me why I didn't have some, and I reminded him that it was cooked, and had butter on it too. I surprised myself. At a part of the movie that I didn't think I would find scary, I jumped, almost falling off his lap and almost spilling the food. Fortunately lost a few pieces of popcorn, and the bag of chips, though it went flying, was still sealed. After that, Roger held on to me tighter so that I wouldn't fall off... he kept one hand against my side - against my bare skin, which had been exposed when I was being passed down the aisle and I hadn't had a chance to straighten my shirt again, and with his other hand grasping my thigh. I held the tub of popcorn in my hands, with the bag of chips, which had been given back to me by our neighbour, on my lap. After a while, I felt kind of silly holding the popcorn while he wasn't able to eat it since he felt he had to hold on to me. So I took some pieces of popcorn in my hand and held them up, over my shoulder. He ate them out of my fingers. I continued doing that, again and again, and he continued to eat from my fingers. Eventually he finished the whole large tub of popcorn. Wondering what wold happen if I did it, once again I reached into the now empty container, and then put my empty fingers up over my shoulder, as before. He put his lips around the tips of my fingers and licked them. I giggled silently. I put my hand back into the bucket, and then put it back up over y shoulder. This time, he took my whole pinky finger into his mouth, and sucked on it intensely. I let him 'eat' each of my five fingers like that, and then, when I put my hand down, he let go of my thigh and took my arm, raised it back towards his mouth, and covered the rest of my hand, and most of my forearm until my elbow, with his lips and tongue. In my mind, I thought I should be worried about that and bothered by it, but instead I just found it amusing. And then I raised my other arm towards him. He licked the tips of my fingers, but then decided he needed better access. So he put his hands on my waist, picked me up, and moved me over onto his other thigh, turning me around a bit, though I was still able to watch the movie. Truth be told, though, I was pretty distracted. This time he didn't wait for me to initiate it. He took my hand by looping his thumb and index finger around my little wrist, and raised it to his mouth. Slowly and intently he meticulously used his lips and tongue and covered every square centimetre of skin from the tips of my fingers until my armpit. "Thanks," he whispered in my ear. "Much better than popcorn!" Again, in my heart, I thought I should be mortified by that. But I found it even more amusing. I couldn't really focus on the movie anymore. I couldn't remember what was happening or why, and, truthfully, I was a little bored by it. So I whispered back to him, "I guess you'd better finish the other one, you don't want to waste or leave me uneven." He lifted me high above his lap and put me back down on his other thigh, and then took the first hand in his fingers. He tried licking parts that he'd already 'eaten', but once parts of my skin were licked, the special flavour didn't return for at least half an hour if not more. So he finished off the arm between my elbow and shoulder. "Thanks," I said to him, shocking myself that I'd react that way, as if he'd done me a favour by doing that!" I yawned a few times. "Do you need another carrot?" he asked me, thinking that perhaps the first one was starting to wear off. It wasn't, I was just getting bored of the movie (which really surprised me, as I'd always loved Star Wars, and this new film had gotten great reviews)! I WAS bored, though, and I was a little jealous that he had eaten so much and there was nothing really for me. So I nodded, answering in the affirmative to his carrot offer. "We'd better do this discretely," he said. I became curious to know what he intended to do. 'Discrete', after all, would have been to hand me the carrot and let me chew and eat it in a normal way. But he seemed to forget that was an option. He put a hand on my back, and another on one of my knees. He started moving me, turning me around, lifting my legs, until I was sitting on the very edge of his knees facing him, with my bent knees towards the sides. Then he took me by my sides and pulled me towards him, sliding my along his thighs. And for a second even cupped my butt cheeks with his hands to pull me towards him. He apologized immediately for doing that, though, and said his hands slipped too low, he hadn't intended on doing that. But he got me so that I was sitting on him with my chest against his stomach, with my knees wide apart at either side of his hips. And, once again, I felt his penis become erect inside his pants and press against the crack between my legs. Yet I didn't move. I wanted to see what would come next. With my face pressed against his chest, he rubbed my back a few times, from my neck all the way down until my tailbone. Once his hand went a little too far and he rubbed a bit of my butt, but the other times he was careful to stop at my tailbone. Then he put his hand on the back of my head, and his other hand on my chin, and tipped my head way back, and opened my mouth, so that I was looking up at him with an open mouth, my chin touching his chest. He was so much bigger than me that he was able to look down into my face. I heard a cracking sound, and felt his hands against my back. He had broken the carot. He popped a small piece into my throat, pushing it inside, and then touched the tip of my nose with his finger. I swallowed the piece of carrot without moving my jaws or my lips. He did the same thing with the next piece of carrot, and the next, each time pressing my nose as if it was my 'swallow' button. When I had finished the entire carrot, he closed my mouth for me. Still holding the back of my head in one of his hand, keeping my head tilted back and looking up at him, he reached down with his other hand and gently used his finger tips to trace along my lips. I could feel his hard-on getting even harder, and started to think I'd better stop this. He straightened my head again, pressing my face into his chest, and I felt something on the top of my head - I think he may have kissed it, or just tapped it with his hand. Then he put his hands on my sides and slid me back down his thighs. I sighed. I couldn't believe it, but inside I felt a little sad to not be sitting on his hard-on anymore - apparently I'd enjoyed doing it, or found it somewhat relaxing! He turned me back around so that I was facing the movie, sitting on the edge of his knees. After a while, though, I found that position a little uncomfortable and I put my small hands on his thighs and slid backwards towards him. I'd intended to sit on one of his legs, as before, but ended up sliding right onto his still-hard penis. And I just stayed there! He looped one of his arms around my waist. Then, with his other hand, he tugged at my shirt a bit, lifting it up a bit, so that his arm would be against bare skin. I didn't protest! And then he looped his other arm around my waist as well. Both hands were on my thighs. He was holding my thighs apart, and gently, slowly rubbing my legs with his fingers. I couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore, period. I'd decided I didn't want to see anymore, but there was no way we could leave in the middle. I was bored. So I tipped my head backwards, looked up at him, and whispered, "Do you want some of the chips?" He responded, "Sure". I opened the bag for him and started feeding him some chips. They were hot barbecue flavour. And, after a while, he leaned down and whispered to me, "I like them, and I'm happy to eat more, but I'm going to get really thirsty." I surprised myself by responding "I'll take care of that for you" and winking at him! He finished the entire bag, and I could tell, based on his breathing, the clicking sounds of his mouth, and the rumbling in his stomach, that he was extremely thirsty and had a bit of a stomach ache. I took a deep breath. I'd promised to 'take care' of this for him, and he wasn't reminding me of my promise. I took my hair in my hand, moved it to one side, and tipped my head, and then pointed at my neck with my finger. He bent down towards me and started slurping up the juice from my neck and shoulder. That was enough to quench his thirst and solve his tummy ache, and he stopped. I decided to give him the other side anyway, though, and pulled my hair away from the other side and tipped my head again. "It's okay," he whispered. "I don't need it - my thirst and tummy ache are gone." "I know," I said. "But you can have it anyway, if you want, I don't mind." "You're sure?" "Yeah," I said. I could feel his penis pulsing against my crotch as he slurped up my other shoulder, even pulling my shirt off to the side so that he could get the entire shoulder. I enjoyed the feeling on my crotch, and was bored as hell from the movie so was glad to have this distraction. When he'd finished that, he whispered in my ear, somewhat timidly, "Can I have the front of your neck as well?" "Okay," I whispered back. Once again, he pushed and pulled at my body and turned me around so I was facing him, sitting on the tip of his knees. I waited for him to slide me back towards him, but before he did so, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Are you sure this is okay? I'm happy to stop if you're not completely 100% ok with it." I felt such a yearning to be pressed against him again, and really wanted to be devoured by him! The sensations it was now causing me were becoming quite addictive to me, as well. I hoped he couldn't hear my panting. I whispered back to him, "It's okay, do it. Just, it doesn't mean anything about the future, like, forget this happened." He whispered back into my ear. "What happens in the theatre stays in the theatre?" I nodded. "Okay then," he said. Looking back, I guess it was fortunate that the theatre was extremely dark at this part of the movie. Though I was really aching for him to pull me towards him already, before doing so he reached behind my head and took hold of my ponytail and held it tight. With his other hand, he touched my stomach, and then lifted my shirt so that my entire stomach was completely uncovered until the bottom edge of my sports-bra. I moved my hands to try to pull it back down, and he let go of my head for a moment, grabbed both of my wrists, moved them behind my back and grasped them together in one hand. Then, apparently in case I was about to voice a protest, he used his other hand to pinch my lips together to silence me. (I wasn't going to say anything at that point, though.) And then he tugged my shirt up a little more, and then placed that hand flat against my exposed stomach, and rubbed it all over, especially fingering my belly button. Next, he let go of my wrists, and, using both of his hands, pinned then to my sides and held them there for a moment. When he let go of them, I left them at my sides. He put a hand on the back of my head once more, grasping my ponytail. And then, clearly extremely deliberately, he put his other hand directly on my butt, grasping one of the cheeks in his fingers while his thumb was lying against my butt crack. And then, quickly, forcefully, he slid me up his legs until my bare stomach was pressed against him. Instead of letting go, he held on to my butt for a few seconds longer, exploring it with his fingers. Keeping that hand on my butt, the hand that was holding my ponytail suddenly and forcefully jerked my head way back, so that I was looking up at him. He was looking down at me, with a very serious look on his face. Somehow, I imagined him saying 'You've been a very naughty little girl' to me. But he didn't say anything, and I'm embarrassed that I thought of that phrase at that moment. He peered into my eyes for a few moments, and then tipped me back even more, leaned down, and started licking and nibbling on the front of my neck. His other hand kept clutching my butt. When he finished my neck and the underside of my chin, he began covering my entire face with his tongue. Then he turned my head to the side and sucked on my earlobe, licked behind my ear, and even tried to stick the tip of his tongue into my ear canal. Then he turned my head and did that to my other ear. I felt transfixed. I knew I was enjoying it. And yet, I could tell, both by his body's movements, and by the changes in his scent, that this was becoming more and more of an erotically arousing experience for him. And it was for me as well. He yanked my head back once more, and moved back towards my face. Then he kissed me on the lips. I remember thinking for a split second, 'Is this really happening?' What was, at first, a quick little peck, turned quickly into a full, erotic, adult kiss, and then I found his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I could feel something happening in his pants, and I couldn't sit still anymore either, I began to move my bottom a bit. His hand was still holding my butt, and he responded to this by moving my butt back and forth against his penis as he continued to stick his tongue down my throat. And then, when his tongue made contact with mine for a bit longer, I stuck my tongue into HIS mouth and he began sucking on it. I could feel his tension rising even more. I wasn't able to move anymore, it was like I was completely hypnotized. Suddenly, quickly, he yanked my head back and away from him, causing me to lean backwards. Then, quickly, he grabbed one of my just-beginning-to-form breasts, through my shirt and bra. And then we both did our best to stifle our moans - luckily the movie was very loud - as, simultaneously, we both experienced very intense orgasms. When his ended, he was still holding my breast, and my orgasm kept going until I actually passed out. When I cam back to life he was pinching my cheek. He had moved me back to the tips of his knees. He saw me wake up. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, embarrassed. "Are you?" "Yeah," he said, clearly embarrassed as well. I turned around but remained sitting on the edge of his knees. At one point I felt between my legs. Thankfully there was only a very tiny drop of wetness right on the seam, right between my legs. His orgasm hadn't left his jeans, at least not yet. We both waited for the movie to end. I was sitting on his knees, but aside from that he was barely touching me. I could tell he was embarrassed. We waited in our seat until the theatre emptied almost completely. And then I looked at him. He looked at me. We were both extremely embarrassed. Then I said, "Nothing happened. And it meant nothing. And, what happens in the theatre..." "Agreed," he said. "Except, there's a little problem..." and, obviously extremely embarrassed, he pointed down at his pants. There was a very large wet spot at the front of them. For a moment, I considered cleaning them off for him. I knew I was capable of doing so - I would lick it off to clean it, and then use my hot breath to dry it off. It would work. But I just was not willing to do that, to let him see me licking and swallowing his cum. No way. So I stood up, and then stood on the back of an adjacent seat, and looked around. At the front of the theatre I saw a newspaper. I skipped over the seat backs until I got it, and brought it back to my brother. "Hold this in front of you," I suggested. He took it from me, and then looked at me. "How about you? You're not...?" I looked down, and then actually lifted one of my legs so that I was doing, for a moment, a 'standing splits', showing him. "No, I'm not wet. I felt a tiny drop before, but it seems to have dried already." Then I put my leg back down, embarrassed at what I'd just shown him. "You're lucky," he said. We got up and left the theatre. He was walking farther from me than he had been before - obviously very embarrassed. He was also, apparently, having difficulty walking with wet pants. We tried to move towards the exit quickly, but the ticket salesman saw us and called out my 'name', clearly calling me. Roger looked at me, helplessly, and then said, "Why don't you go get our money back, and I'll go into the wheelchair bathroom and try to clean up a bit." So we did that. The ticket man was all too happy to welcome me into his booth alone. I stood beside him as he punched stuff into the computer to refund my money. In the process, he commented on how nice my hair smelled, and rubbed my arm a bit. He handed me the money and told me that he hoped he'd see me and my brother in the theatre again, soon. I surprised myself yet again - before leaving his booth, I reached over and gave him a hug! Why had I done that, I wondered to myself? And yet, something about the situation just seemed to require it, I thought. He, of course, happily hugged me back and gave me a little kiss on the cheek before sending me on my way. I got back to the wheelchair bathroom just as Roger opened the door. He looked scared. Clearly, by attempting to wash it, he'd created an even bigger wet spot on his pants. I felt bad for him. "Did you clean the cum off?" I asked him in a whisper. "I think so, as best as I could," he said back. "God, this has never happened to me. I feel so disgusting. I even threw away my underwear! But I don't know how we can walk to the car with this wet spot like this. And it feels so uncomfortable." I sighed. He was my brother. I had to help him. "Okay, well, if it's just water now, I can help you. Let's go back into the bathroom without anyone seeing us." Once we were both inside, I locked the door and knelt in front of him. "Close your eyes, this is a little embarrassing," I said. He did. I then licked and sucked at his pants - he may have tried hard, but in fact he hadn't gotten out all of the cum. I hoped that he thought he did, though. And then I used my breath to dry it. Of course, in the process my lips and tongue brushed against his penis, which was now very different, very flaccid. I thought about how I could've suggested he remove his pants... then I wouldn't have to touch his penis like that, but I might have had to see him naked... In any case, I finished the whole procedure within a few moments. I told him he could open his eyes and look. He was amazed. He thanked me again and again for 'saving' him. "Things aren't going to be too weird between us now, I hope, because of what happened in there?" I asked him. "I don't know what you're talking about," he responded. "What happened, where? We just went and saw a movie together, right?" He was being a sport. I appreciated that. Outside the theatre, he took my hand in his and squeezed it. He was loosening up, forgetting his embarrassment. "Thanks, again," he whispered. "Forget it. Please," I responded. He checked his watch. It wasn't even evening again. "Want to get something to eat at the food court?" he asked me. "Are you hungry again?" I asked. He laughed. "No, actually, I'm feeling quite fine. But I feel like doing something else before we just go home." "So let's just wander around the mall for a while," I suggested. "Oh, and here's the money from your snack, and the money the guy refunded." I gave it back to him. "You can keep it," he said. "I don't really have anywhere good to keep it... I guess I need a purse," I said with a laugh. "But if I see something I want, I'll ask you to buy it for me." "Deal," he said, pocketing the money. We started to walk through the mall. "Maybe we could go into Target for a moment so I could buy a new pair of underwear... 'commando' is a little uncomfortable for me." We had to walk through the girls' section to get to the section he wanted, and he saw a T-shirt. I saw it too. But neither of us said anything about it. He found the underwear he wanted, and we went to the checkout. Then, while we were waiting in line, he said, "Hold on a sec, keep our place in line," and ran off and got the shirt. I knew what it was, and why he wanted to buy it for me. I didn't think I'd ever wear it for him, though. And he didn't say anything about wanting me to wear it for him. He just paid for it, put it in a bag, and we left the store. I waited while he went into a public washroom to put the pair of underwear on. And then, for the next couple of hours we wandered aimlessly through the mall, windowshopping, holding hands for most of the time, and with him occasionally lifting me up to see things that were above my eye level. By the time we went home, it seemed that the awkwardness of what had happened was completely, or at least mostly gone, and we were back to normal. And he didn't say a thing about what we'd done in the theatre, though I'm sure that neither of us could really ever forget about it.