My name is Adam, and I'm going to hell. Simply put, I'm a bad man. A bad, bad man. Why, you may ask ? Because, I fucked my younger sister. It was an affair that tore my whole family apart. I learned in the short time I've been alive, that there are no secrets you can keep. At some point, the secrets come out, and then you're fucked. I didn't rape her, no. She liked it, she wanted it, but she was young, confused. I took advantage, perhaps. But I make no excuse for my actions, and I hold no lies about the perversion that lurks within me. I'm damned, and when I'm dead, my soul will be dragged to hell where It'll be ripped apart, made whole again, and ripped apart again, for eternity. It's a fact I accept.
I can point to the exact time and place I looked at my sister with lust and desire so strong it made me ache. I was 16 at the time, and she was 14. I'd gotten home from school, and kicked back on the chair in the living room to smoke a couple cigarettes while I had the house to myself. School let out at 3:00, but my sister didn't get home until 4:00, because she was in various sports and other club activities. She was a good student, good grades, had a strong spirit, and loved sports.
I on the otherhand, was a bad student. To call myself a C student would be to ignore the D's. I hung out with the scum of the earth kids, we'd smoke, talk about girls we'd fuck, and find all kinds of douchebaggery to accomplish in our free time. They got me into smoking and dipping. I didn't touch the weed they smoked though. At least, not often.
So, I sat in the living room smoking, watching Sponge-stupid-Bob-stupid-Square-stupid-Pants. I suppose it's sad that it was better than any other show on from 3 to 4. But the time passed rather quickly with the relaxing buzz I got from the cigarettes. My sister got home right on time, and watching her walk in the door with the sun behind her, setting her light brown hair on fire and emphasizing her young girl curves, and the slight breeze that came in through the door. It was like seeing her for the first time. I felt my heart speed up, and I nearly choked on the smoke.
She was so beautiful. She still is. I would die to see her again. She was still wearing the small blue shorts she wore for Volleyball, and her smooth muscular legs were bare to well above mid thigh. Her volleyball shirt left much to the imagination, but I could just picture her flat stomach, and her small boobs confined in the sports bra. She had hazel eyes, like our mother, which was also where her light brown hair came from.
I favored our father the most, getting his jet black hair and birght brown eyes. It was the native american blood in us, he said. Well, whatever blood it was, it was pumping through my veins. Pumping through the veins in my head, through the vains in my eyes, through the veins in my wrists. Through the veins of my growing erection. If she saw it, she must have thought I had it before she got there, she didn't comment on it in any case. I most certainly thought about her when I jerked off that night.
After that, things got even more bizarre for me. A few days later in school, one of the bullies of her class had knocked her books out of her hand and laughed about it. I watched, and for some reason, It sent me into a rage. I tackled the kid, and proceeded to beat him like I'd never beaten anyone before. I'd never been in a fight before, but I knew how it was done. It took two teachers to pull me off the poor kid, and even then I almost turned on them. It's a good thing I didn't. They were about to kick me out for the rest of the year, but my father talked them into only a weeks suspension. He explained, that for one, i'd never been a problem student and the other kid had, plus he was picking on my sister which I guess made the difference.
My first day suspended, I didn't do much. I had the house to myself, but I was incredibly bored. I just stayed in my room and played video games, mostly. The next day I took a walk, and ended up getting in trouble for it. Apparently, my dad tried calling while I was out, and apparently I was supposed to stay inside. Nice of them to tell me that after the fact, ehh ?
But the third day. I thought of my sister a lot. So, what did I do ? I went into her room. Carefully, at first. I don't know why I was so sneaky about it, like there was someone still in the house, or a ghost would hear me and tell on me. The first thing I did was collapse on her bed, and enhaled her scent. She smelled so lovely. I buried my face in her pillow, and took deep breaths of her smell. That got my blood pumping. Next, I went to her dresser, and started going through her clothes. I pulled out bras and panties, and smelled them, rubbed my face on them. I was possessed. I put my hand in my pants to feel my hard dick, the pre-cum was everywhere. I finally dropped the clean ones, and dug into her laundry hamper, and found some used ones. I smelled them, and her scent made my palms and chest ache with desire. I wanted her, bad. I took a pair with me, and I jerked off in my room with them on my face. Smelling her smell, my eyes closed imagining that she were there looking into my eyes, sucking on me, jerking me off. I came with such an intensity that I'd never had before. I lay there just breathing with an intense relaxation goin on. Then I cleaned myself, and set about to covering my tracks. Put her dirty underwear back in the hamper, stuffed her clean clothes back in the drawers and straightened her bed out.
I did basically the same thing again the next day, and I loved it. It hurt so much, but it felt so good to want someone this badly. It took every ounce of self control I had not to stare at her legs and ass when she was home from school. She had a tendency to wear pajamas as well, which really set my mind on creating pornographic scenarios.
The next day, which was Friday, I found her diary, and I set to reading it. I'd never read it before, nor even been in her room while she wasn't in it before. I had a strong sense of privacy, and what I was doing was invading it big time. I'd basically betrayed every trust she should have had for her bigger brother. I was damned from day one.
Her diary was interesting, as I learned about some of the things that went on in her sweet fourteen year old skull. It became even more interesting when she wrote things about sex. She promised her diary that she would stay a virgin at least for another year, and about guys she liked, but she didn't like them enough to give them her virginity. My eyes bluged and my dick throbbed when she mentioned fingering herself on the school bus once. I swallowed hard and finished the rest of her diary, then proceeded to jerk off in the bathroom afterwards.
It was saturday night. That was when it happened.
Mom and Dad had their anniversary, and would be out very late celibrating it together. I was sitting in the living room watching some B movie slasher flick. It was good. But my sister came into the living room and sat down near me, and asked, "Have you been in my room ?"
My heart instantly pounded guilitly in my hears in what I can only describe as an "Ohhh fuck!" moment. And then I had to make a choice. Lie to her, or admit it was me. Lying never solves anything, because then she'd be suspicious of everyone in the household. She was smart, she would know I was lying.
So, I looked her in the eyes, her pensive hazel eyes, and said, "Yes."
She took it casually, and calmly. I would have been pissed, if it were my room. Then she asked, "Why ?"
My mind raced. I broke into a full body sweat. I couldn't tell her that I was sniffing her panties while I jerked off, and reading her diary.
She tilted her head waiting for me to answer, and I felt the desire to put my lips on hers, and to kiss that perfect neck. I swallowed hard, and said, "Because... I was horny."
Her eyebrows arched in surprise, "What ?" She said, a little shaken by my confession.
I leaned in closer to her and said, "I went through your underwear, smelled them, and after I had a large throbbing dick, I got myself off."
She blinked, the gears in her head trying to internalize the information I'd given her.
"Then I read your diary." I told her, leaning in closer.
"Why would you do all that ?" She asked, a slight quiver in her voice.
My heart pounding in my temples, I said, "Because. I love you, and I want you. My heart pounds when you are near, and my every thought is about you."
She swallowed and just looked at me.
"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I'd kill and die for you." I continued.
Now, she was perhaps making some choices in her head right now. I'd imagine she thought about running away and telling on me. Maybe she thought about attacking me. I don't know what went on in her head, but she reached up and touched my face.
I leaned foreward the rest of the way, and I kissed her gently on the lips. Then she laid back on the couch, and I almost laid on top of her and kissed her again. I ran my fingers down her pajama bottoms, and felt her small fuzzy pussy, and almost came in my pants. I pulled my shirt off, and let my pants fall, my hard dick sticking out.
"You can touch it." I said to her. The reached up, still lying on her back, and wrapped her fingers around it. Ecstasy washed over me as my phantasies were coming true. She started to work it, jerking me off one handed, then i stopped her. I pulled her panties and pajama bottoms off together, and pulled her legs apart. She rubbed herself and pulled the lips apart.
"Do it." She said. "I want to get fucked by someone I love."
I was still a virgin too, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figire this shit out. I put the tip of my dick to her pussy lips, and pushed it in. She gasped and folded her legs around me. I worked my hips back and fourth a few times before I came inside her. It was over too quickly, but I felt amazing.
She looked up at me with a look that said, "That's it ?"
I sat back on the couch, letting my tense muscles relax.
"I thought it would last longer." She said, sitting up and looking down at her pussy. She wiped some of the cum and blood with a finger and looked at it.
"Did it hurt ?" I asked her.
"A little, but I liked it." She snugged up next to me and smiled. "I'm glad."
I wished I'd had a cigarette right then.
"Don't tell mom and dad." She said.
"I wont. And don't tell your friends." I replied.
"I wont." she said, "so it's our secret. Can we do it again ?"
I smiled and replied, "Any time you want. We can try different things too."
"Good. I like that." She said. "It was my first time."
"Mine too."

(to be continued... when i get more time.)

 

ncie story

 

finish it! lol i like it

 

Your Parents should be more concerned with your smoking than fucking each other..

 

I sat back with a genuine joy in my heart. We held eachother for a long time that night, but we didn't do it again, just in case mom and dad got home. If you planned on them coming home early, they stayed out late. If you planned on them staying out late, they came home early. They didn't always go out, last year for their anniversary they stayed home to celibrate. I never want to see my parents drunk and flirting, ever again.
We'd had our clothes on and cleaned the couch long before they came home. We sat down together and watched the B Movie slasher flick part 2. I had my arm around her, and I will still testify that it was the happiest time of my whole life. Especially when you compare how these last few years have been.
They came in, half drunk from whatever restruant they went to. They were smart, and had a cab chauffer them there and back. For some reason I can't really explain, me and my sister retired to our own rooms when they got home. We spoke very few words to them, and said goodnight at 11:00, on a saturday. If they weren't drunk, they would have noticed something was odd. It was the first of one of the many little clues that eventually revealed the truth that shattered us.
The strange thing, is that I never really knew exactly how to act around her after that. We couldn't act like a real couple that'd just had sex for the first time, nor could we act like boyfriend and girlfriend. Did she expect me to care about her girly conversations now ? Did I owe it to her to care ? The next few days after that confused the hell out of me.
The next day, Sunday, we had church in the morning. The only people who liked going, were my sister and mother. Me and my dad were peas in a pod on this: we'd rather sleep in on sunday. But, for the sake of the women, we dressed up and went almost every sunday.
I actually combed my hair with a comb that wasn't made of my fingers, and wore a pair of pants that werent too baggy or had shreaded knees. The girls at the church seemed to like me when I was dressed up. I'd be lying if I said I didn't peek up their skirts when they sat across from me in Bible Study.
My sister wore the usual dress. But after last night, seeing her dressed in it made me sweat. She gave me a knowing grin before we all walked out to the car together, as a family. We sat in the back seat like always, except, this time, she slid her hand across the seat, and we held hands. I couldn't help but share a smile with her. Before turning my eyes to watch out the window. I didn't let go of her hand until we got there though.
We got to the church and greeted our friends and other church goers. Churchy business as usual, you know. I was kind of thankful I didn't burst into flames upon walking in the door. We got sat down while the organ was playing, and we were waiting for the pastor when my sister said, "I want to sit up on the balcony," and without waiting for an answer, got up and walked towards the stair.
My dad nudged my elbow and said, "Go with your sister." So, I got up and followed her. She waited for me halfway up the stair to the second story balcony chairs. She grinned and took my hand, and lead me out of the main chapel. I felt like we were being watched by everyone, but there were only two people outside the doors, and they were too busy looking out for people coming in to greet them, than two kids walking out of the chapel.
She lead me into a hallway, then down a corridor that branched off into the bible study rooms. Glancing in the rooms one by one, making sure no one was there, she finally settled for one she liked. She lead me in, almost dragging me by the arm at this point and closed the door, locking it.
She rounded on me, and threw her arms around me. I thought she was crying at first, but I was wrong, she was laughing.
She looked up into my eyes and said, "This is so exciting. It felt like everyone knew and was watching. But they don't know, do they ?"
I grinned and shook my head. She wrapped her arms around my neck and i put my hands on her hips, and we shared a deep soulful kiss. My blood was pumping now, and I had an erection by the time she stopped the kiss, her face was red.
"You like my dress ?" She asked me, giving her body a little prissy twist.
"I love the dress." I told her.
"You look really sharp too. Your hair actually combed, and these snappy dress pants." She said.
"I wear these all the time." I said putting my hands back on her hips and pressing my body against her, our eyes locked together.
"You just look better." She told me, and wiggled her body.
My blood was boiling at this point, so I kissed her neck, one hand squeezing her hip, the other hand one of her small brests. She had both her hands gripping my ass.
"I want to suck it." She whispered in my ear as I kissed her neck. "I want to see what it tastes like."
I stopped for a second to whisper, "In a church.", and resumed my neck sucking.
She giggled and said, "yes. In a church."
She unzipped my pants, and sliding out of my lips and hands, pulled my pants and underwear down.
"I've only seen this done on the computer." She told me, and gave the tip of my dick a lick.
I groaned and grabbed a handful of her hair.
"It's already got some cum on it." She said rolling her tongue in her mouth. "I like that, kind of sour." She licked it again, and my eyes rolled from the sheer pleasure of it.
She put it in her mouth and sucked, and my blood pumped pure essence of joy throughout my body. My legs became weak, and my hands gripped her hair hard as she slid back and fourth on my dick, sucking on it. I have no concept on how long it really lasted, just that I loved everything she did, and blew my load in her mouth.
She almost choked and it dribbled out of her lips. I let go of her hair and i nearly collapsed after the release. I stood gasping for a moment. How could anything feel so good, i wondered, and once again wished i'd had a cigarette to smoke.
She took a paper towel off one of the shelves and wiped her mouth off. I pulled my pants back up and zipped them, tucking my manhood away safe and sound.
"It tastes different when you shoot it." She said. "I don't know if I like it. How did it feel ?"
I looked at her and said, "I've never felt anything so good in my life."
She smiled put her hands around my waist looking into my eyes. I reached up and cupped her chin, and gave her a little kiss on the lips. "I love you." I said to her.
She whispered in my ear, "I love you too."
I gave her a hug, and squeezed her tighyl, and she laid her face on my chest. We stood there for a moment before she said, "We better get back."
So, after one more kiss on the lips, we left the bible study room, and took our time walking back to the main entrance where the doors to the sancturary are. It was probably a miracle my legs could walk, they felt like noodles, and my mind was empty. She came up with the brilliant plan of slipping through the doors and up the stairs while I waited behind for a moment.
It almost worked, except as I stepped in the doors, my dad glanced back and saw me walk in. My heart froze with guilt when his gaze settled on me, but then he turned back to watch the pastor give the sermon. I continued up the stairs and sat with my sister for the last half of the sermon, clasping hands the whole time.

 

So. After church when we went down to meet our parents, I was very quiet. My heart pounded guiltily in my chest every time my dad spoke. If you're familiar with that story of the tell-tale heart, then you may have some understanding of what was going on inside my head at that time. I'd prepared a nice excuse for what I was doing if he mentioned it: I slipped out to get a drink at the waterfountain. But he never asked.
We went out for lunch after church. Mother was oddly very cheerful, and my sister kept talking a million miles an hour about not much. I was quiet though. I couldn't help this guilty feeling that hammered away inside my head. I only felt it around my dad, not around mom for some reason. I think that's maybe why we both went to our rooms at 11:00 that night. We both felt guilty about it. But my sister, she's ratting on like a hen with my mother, so maybe she no longer feels guilty ? Maybe this is how she's dealing with the guilt.
She caught me staring and gave me a smile, I looked away, focused on watching the traffic through the restruant window. I simply wasn't hungry, so i just picked at my burger and fries.
"What's buggin ya son ?" My dad asked.
I looked him in the eyes and quickly looked away, "Nothing, really. Just not hungry."
"You know, you can talk to me about anything." He said, keeping his voice low just for me.
"I'm okay, really." I reassured him. My heart thundered in my ears like the devil digging his way out of hell to snatch my guilty soul for judgement.
He just looked at me and said, "Okay."
When we got home, I practically barred myself in my room with my video games. I needed to escape this guilt somehow. I didn't think it would be this bad, but it's driving me crazy. I was a couple hours into my game when my sister opened the door and came in. She glanced back, but left it wide open. My room was the farthest in the hall, and we could see anyone trying to listen.
She knelt down at the edge of my bed and asked me, "What's wrong ? You've been acting weird since church."
I thought for a minute. I couldn't keep any secrets from her now, I had to tell her what I felt. "Being around dad makes me feel guilty as hell. It's driving me crazy, this feeling."
"I know!" she whispered, "I feel the same way around him. It's like, he's looking into your soul and he knows you've done something!"
"What do you think we should do ?" I asked her, keeping my voice low.
She looked up as she was thinking, like she was looking inside her skull for something and said, "I don't know. Maybe we should just play it cool, and maybe we won't feel so bad around him ?"
"Do you think it's wrong? What we're doing ?" I asked her.
She did the eye-looking for thoughts thing again, which i found incredibly cute, and said "I don't know. Probably. They say you shouldn't, but like, they don't give a reason, except to say you shouldn't. Like, you shouldn't because you shouldn't. Why ? Because you shouldn't. I mean, maybe if we had babies they would be messed up, but if you don't have babies, why not ? Ohh right, because you shouldn't. It's like why should they even care ? Ohh, once again, because you shouldn't."
I smiled and had to resist and urge to kiss her, "You've thought about this a lot, havnt you ?"
She smiled and nodded, "I think about a lot of things."
"Well," I said, "think about a way to swallow some of thie guilt. If we avoid him too much, he'll definitely get suspicious, and then he'll start looking for things. Like, CSI type stuff."
She leaned up farther on the bed and whispered in a voice so low i could barely hear her, "I'll leave my door cracked for you tonight, if you want to come in."
I swallowed a lump in my throat, and said, "I will if I can, once mom and dad are asleep."
She smiled and said, "Do you think you wake up if someone fucks you while you're asleep, or will you dream of someone fucking you ?"
I couldn't help but grin at the strange places her mind went, but i said, "You've got a dirtier mouth than me."
She gave me a grin that not even the devil could pull off and said, "I had you in my mouth. So that makes my mouth your dirty plus my dirty."
I started to get an erection just thinking about it.
"Remember, just try not to think about it, and maybe you won't feel bad around him." She told me, getting up to sneak out of my room and into her own.
I sat there not-playing my game for a little bit, just thinking about her. My little sister had me going crazy. I would already do anything for her, and i definitely knew I'd be sneaking into her room tonight.
I'd picked up my controller and had just started playing again when my father knocked at my open door and stepped in. I paused my game and looked up at him. He had that serious look in his eye, and when he said in a monotone, "Son, we need to talk." I felt an empty panic rising inside me.
He didn't sit down, but he pushed my door shut.
"He knew something. He knows something. He never said that or acted like that if he didn't know something. What did he know ? How much of it did he know ? Don't give away any information, you half witted sister fucking fool!" my brain screamed at me.
"Is there anything you want to tell me about ?" He asked him in his monotone, his rocky face and serious eyes never left me.
"no." I managed to squeak.
He reached into his pocket, and tossed a cigarette butt on the floor. "Explain that." He said to me.
Relief flooded into me. He caught me all right. He thought i left the church to smoke, and I got too careless with my habbit. I let out a breath i didn't even realize I was holding, and must have deflated visibly because he said again, "don't lie to me."
I decided to fess up, "I've been smoking with my friends some. I brought it home."
His stony gaze never left my face, "You know you're under aged, and it's not very healthy, right ?"
"Yes." I said.
"So why do it ?" He asked.
"I don't know. To feel good, i guess." I told him.
"What if it's weed next, or xanax, or heroin, or LSD ? You gonna do that to feel good someday too ?" His voice was sharp, but he wasn't yelling.
I met his eyes and said, "It's just cigarettes, I know better than to do that other junk."
He let out a sigh, "I thought you knew better to begin with."
We were silent for a long time, and I just stared at the floor.
"Well. If you want to do stupid stuff, not in my house. You want to smoke with your friends and get into trouble, go ahead. I won't stop you. I don't want you bringing this stupid stuff into my house."
"Okay." I said.
"Where are they ?" He asked me, standing up.
"What ?" I wondered, my mind blank.
"Your stach. I know you got them hid somewhere." He said.
I got up, and took my pack of cigarettes out of the box that I kept my video games in and handed him the pack.
He opened it and looked inside it then closed it again. He held the pack up and said, "When you're 18, you can do what you want. But until then, you live in my house, you eat my food, you follow my rules."
I nodded, and he stepped out of my room.
After his leaving, i felt my anger welling up inside me. He smoked, the hypocrite. His rules stink like rotten eggs. I threw one of my video game cases across the room as my door popped open. I tossed a glare at the door as my sister slipped in and closed it behind her.
She half whispered, "I heard everything." She said, and threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss. "It's okay" she told me, "Don't worry about it."
I was at a complete loss for words as the anger and violence drained out of me, and all i felt was a throbbing in my heart for this girl. She let go of me and pushed me back, giving me a wink as she slipped out of my room.
I sat down in my bed and did nothing for a long time. My mind was going places, and I just couldn't figure out what the hell was happening to me. I think back now, and it was like living in a dream. A very... lifelike... dream.
She made me happy, and I guess that's all that mattered.
After a while, i started playing my game again, to pass the time. Mom and dad were usually in bed at midnight. If i stayed up until 1, or even 2, they should be asleep, which would give me a chance to sneak into my little sisters room.
The problem with waiting for the time to pass, every second takes an hour to tick down. 12:00 rolled by, and I was still crawling my way through some dungeon in my video game. I had my door open, and my volume turned down, so I heard my parents go to bed. They even shut the door, and had a habbit for sleeping with the TV on. I was smart in realizing this would mask any sounds should they still be awake.
1:00 rolled by, and I just simply couldn't wait any longer. I slid out into the hall. Now, the way the upstairs rooms are set up, is that there are 4 rooms at the top of the stairs. The stairs come up, and there is immediately a door on the right. That's my parents room. You turn left which leads you to a small hallway. The first door on your right going down that way was my sisters bedroom. Then, the door on your left would be an empty spare bedroom. And then at the very end of the hallway, was my bed room.
So, I was in super stalker ninja mode, creeping down this halway, my every step on a creaky board sounded like a car alarm in my ears. I got to my sisters room, and like she said, it was left ajar. I stepped in, and careful to push it adjar again, without the loud snap of closing it, turned to let my eyes adjust to the utter darkness.
I decided to play by feel, and eventually found the side of her bed. Her hand reached out and grabbed me, which i'll admit made me jump. She stiffled a giggle as I climbed into the bed with her.
"Did i scare you ?" she asked me around her giggling fit.
I didn't answer her, but instead reached my hand up to feel her face in the darkness. I'd never tried to see her with my hands like this before. I was essentially blind, and she did the same thing, started feeling my face with her hands. It soon became hot under the covers with her, but we didn't push them off. I pulled my shirt off, and dropped it down on the side of her bed, and she pulled hers off as well. Then we both slid our pants down, and kicked them off our feet into the blanket somewhere.
I lifted myself on top of her, rolled from side to side under the covers.
"quiet" I whispered and listened as if i heard something. She froze, and we laid there listening for a short time before resuming our kissing.
She guided my hand to crack between her legs, and I stroked it gently which made her sigh out of my kiss.
"Fuck me." She whispered in my ear before biting it. She wrapped her legs around me, and with my hand that was already down there, i guided the end of my hard dick to lips, and slowly pushed myself in. She struggled hard to contain a moan as I pushed myself in. I slowly rocked out, then in again, and she put her fingernails into my back. Slowly i worked inside her, and each time i did she would quitly squeal in supressed moan. I started to speed up as I knew I was about to cum. She bit her teeth into my shoulder to keep herself from screaming out as I finally shot my explosive load inside her again.
I collapsed on top of her, and we lay there a ghasping and breathing lump of male and female flesh.
"That was a lot better than before." She whispered to me between breaths.
"Aye" I simply replied.
I rolled to the side of her and we laid there for a long time. Too long, perhaps. My mind started to shut down as sleep started to take me away. I was sleepy, and I couldn't control myself.
"You're still out of school tomorrow, right ?" She whispered to me.
"mm hmm." I said.
"I'm going to wake up sick tomorrow, so I can stay home with you." She whispered.
"hmm mmm." I replied.
"Why not ?" She wondered.
"mmm mm mmm"
"You don't know ?"
"mmm" I said.
"Are you asleep ?" She asked me.
"mm hmm", after i answered she hit me in the ribs with an elbow, which brought me out of dream land instantly.
"I want you do, but you can't sleep in here!" She whispered.
"Sorry. Did I slobber ?" I asked hazily.
"My arm hurts." I said sluggishly.
"I bit you. You might be bleeding. I taste blood." She whispered quickly.
"You drink blood ?" I asked her.
She giggled and said, "Yes. I bid you velcome."
I smiled and she burst into another bout of suppressed giggles.
"You don't know how much I love you." I said to her through the cottonballs that seemed to be holding my tongue down.
She gave me a squeeze and a kiss on my cheek, "I got some idea."
We lay there quietly, and i started to drift again when she spoke up, "The way you beat Ryan up... I want you to know, i thought you were heroic."
"What ?" I asked.
"When he did that, I was so mad at him, and then you jumped on him out of nowhere. It was like in a story." She said, sounding serious.
"The kind of story where a brother fucks his younger sister." I said
She giggled and said, "Yes. Probably a viking story, or one of those greek ones. They slept with their daughters and cousins and brothers and mothers."
"Sounds like they were fucked up."
She gave me another squeeze and kissed the side of my mouth.
"You need to go." She said.
"hmm ?" I asked.
"Your room. You can't sleep in my bed. We need to find our pants." She whispered half giggling.
(To be continued, when I get more time.... probably after work tomorrow, This story is really... fleshing.. itsself out inside my head, hope you all enjoy reading it as I do typing it. From my brain to your eyes!)

 

I was so weak and tired, but we managed to find our clothes, and I got dressed and snuck back into my room and collapsed on my bed. The scratches bite were distant to me as sleep started to carry me off to... whever sleep takes you. My last waking thought was about how cold the world was without my sister's warm body on my side, how quiet it was without her breathing in my ears.
I managed to sleep late. You can imagine my surprise when I woke up with a warm lump in my bed with me, and my sister was there snuggled up next to me. My stirring woke her up, and she stretched and said, "Good morning."
I glanced at the clock in my room, and it was after 10:00.
"What ?" She asked when she saw the confused look on my face, "I told you I'd wake up sick this morning and get out of school."
I laid back and smiled, "So, you crawled into my bed after they left."
She laid her head back down and smiled, "I like this, it's so warm being close to you."
It took a lot of effort, but I managed to push myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and washed last night from my body, I felt damp and sticky after sleeping in mine and her juices all night. I came out of the shower with a towel around my waist, and to the view of my sister standing there in a pair of my underwear and one of my t-shirts. She was holding the shirt up to look at herself wearing the underwear in the mirror. I couldn't help but feel my heart rise in my chest at the sight of her there.
She smiled and turned at me and said, "It's only fair i go through your underwear too."
I grinned and replied, "I didn't put yours on though."
She slid her hands down to the waist band and said, "Ohh, would you like me to take them off ?"
My erection was easily seen through the towel as i said, "I would love to."
Her face turned red and she pulled her hands out of the band wand walked over to me and placed her hand on my bruised shoulder. Her teeth marks were clearly visible, especially where the skin broke. "I didn't mean to hurt you, but I had to do something."
"You should see my back." I told her, and she pushed my arm to make me turn around, and examined the scratches on myback.
"Ohh wow, i don't even remember doing that. I'm sorry." She said, genuinely concerned.
I turned back around and took one of her hands, "It's okay. I like it." I kissed her hand and she smiled.
"Pleasure and pain," she mused. "What's that called again ? I know there is a word for it."
"S and M." I told her.
"That's like, whips and handcuffs and stuff, right ?" She asked me.
"Yes, freaky shit." My heart was pounding and my palms ached for her again. She tore me up inside, and I loved every moment of it.
"I want to try it sometime." She whispered pushing her body against mine.
"Anyhthing," I told her as i wrapped my arms around her.
"I love you," she said in my ear.
"Yes," was all I could say, and picked her up like a new bride. She held my neck as I carried her to the bed and laid her down on it. I leaned down over her and kissed her tenderly on the lips, but then she stopped me by pushing on my chest.
"I don't think we should." She said looking up into my eyes.
"Why not ?" I asked her, puzzled.
She blushed and said, "I'm sore... down there."
"Sore ?" I asked.
"yes," she nodded, "I was even sore yesterday, but I wanted to do it too bad to care."
I leaned back, looking down at her and she said, "I'm sorry. I can still do stuff to you though."
I shook my head, "We don't have to do anything."
"I'm sorry," She told me again. "I should have mentioned it before. Don't be mad."
That made me mad. "I'm not mad. It's not like we can, or even should, do it every day twice a day. We can just... relax, you know, hang out."
"Let me take care of that," She said looking at my swoolen manhood in the towel.
I shook my head, "No need. It'll go away in a minute."
"Okay..." She said.
I stood up and went to my dresser where i took out some clothes to wear. I probably should have let her handle it, becuse this wasn't going away fast enough.
She walked up behind me, and wrapped her arms around me placing her head on my back. It definitely wasn't going away if she kept this up.
"I like touching you," she said, "I'll take good care of you." She said, and pulled the towel loose.
She watched in the bedroom mirror as she grabbed my dick, and began jerking me off. I liked it when she touched me too, I grinned to myself.
She moved to the front of me and knelt down and looking up into my eyes said, "I'll try to swallow it this time."
She put the tip in her mouth and sucked on it making a popping sound. My legs almost gave out on me. "You liked that." She said.
"Ohh yeah." and she did it again. I had to step back and catch myself.
"Hold still," she ordered me, "I want to see in the mirror."
"I'll try." She sucked making the popping sound again making me groan.
Then she started licking the tip of it, her eyes on the mirror. She put it in her mouth and slid her head backand fourth again. I had to do something, so i grabbed a headful of her hair.
She stopped for a moment, and when i opened my eyes to look down at her, she pushed me back until i sat down on my bed. Then she climbed up beside me, and leaning over put it in her mouth. She went up and down on it, and my mind started going blank.
"I love you." I said out loud, and then i said it again.
I was about to explode when I finally came. She stopped going up and down, but she didn't take my dick out of her mouth, I looked down at her, and she was swallowing, sucking, and licking at the same time.
My whole body relaxed and i started going soft when she fiished up.
"There. I swallowed it. All of it." she said with a grin.
I was speechless, I didn't know what to say, except, "Thank you."
She smiled and laid down beside me on the bed. We laid there for a long time, just feeling eachother breathing. I reached over and brushed my fingers on her face, and she smiled.
"I want you to know," I said to her. "If anything should happen...."
"Don't talk like that," she said staring off into whatever she was staring off into."
I continued, "If anything should happen, if we should get caught or something."
"It won't happen." she said.
"I'll take the blame." I finished.
"No you won't."
"Just... tell them I forced you into it or something." I explained to her.
"I won't do it." She told me, and then looked up at my face.
I sighed and looked away, "This is just if, babe."
"I don't like your ifs." She pouted.
"I don't either... but we have to think up something. Just in case."
"I'll think of something that doesn't get you in trouble." She told me.
I decided not to argue the point anymore. "Okay. We'll just cross that bridge when we come to it."
"If we come to it." She said.
I grinned down at her and said, "I don't like your ifs."
She smiled and I sat up. I began getting dressed, and we went down to the kitchen to forrage for some food together.
(to be continued later... when i gets more of the times.)

 

I made us some bologna sandwiches, and we sat in the living room and ate them. She was still in my underwear and t-shirt. I had a stray thought of what she would thing if I was wearing one of her panties and tank tops. I smiled. It's not that I wanted to dress in girl clothes, but rather what her reaction to something like that would be.
We watched TV while we ate. Would you believe of all the channels we had, the only thing on that wasn't a stupid soap or stupid talk show, were cartoons. So, out of the cartoons, we watched Dora the Explorer. I didn't go blind, nor did i gouge my eyes out. I just sort of didn't watch it, and fazed it out. I always hated that name. Dora the Explorer. Is that supposed to rhyme or something ? It was better than stupid spongebob though. Anything was better than soaps, talk shows, crime dramas, and those educational programs. In case I've not made it very clear at this point: I don't watch a whole hell of a lot of TV.
After we ate, I went upstairs into my room, and took out my stash of Skoal Cherry. He got my cigarettes, but not my dip. I went back down stairs and took a seat on the couch and packed one side of my lip with it.
My sister watched me curiously for a moment before asking, "Can I try that ?"
I thought about it for a moment before holding the tin out for her. "You take a pinch in one finger, and then you pull your lip out with the other, and push it down by your gums." She took a good sized pinch and smelled it.
"What does it taste like ?" She asked me, doubtful of what she was about to put in her mouth.
I spit in a glass I'd used for a drink with my sandwich, and told her, "Try it and find out."
She put the large pinch in her mouth like I explained. "Now pack it in with the tip of your tongue," which she did.
"It tastes kind of like those wax lips they sell at halloween." She said.
"I thought so too," I told her. "You don't want to swallow the juice, you want to spit it out, It'll burn your throat, and give you hiccups until you puke."
She spit in my cup, "Lovely."
It was only a couple minutes before she said, "I'm getting really dizzy. And tired."
I held the cup out for her and said, "Spit it out, you'll feel normal in a minute."
She spit the glob out and wiped her mouth on my shirt.
"It takes some getting used to. It's a bad habbit to start. See, the tobacco causes little sores in your mouth from where the cell walls of your gums are being penetrated so the tobacco can be absorbed into your blood."
She just looked at me, blinking.
I grinned and said, "I'm not as dumb as my report card says."
"I never thought you were dumb." She told me. "I've always thought you were really smart."
I raised my eyebrow. She's sweet enough to cause a toothache.
"Ohh!" She said standing up, "I just remembered something. Wait here."
She disappeared into dad's work room, and after a minute came out with one of his CD's.
"I didn't know you liked dad's music." I told her.
"I do. I remember sitting on the floor in there playing while he was working on stuff, and he'd always listen to this music. I like it." She explained to me. "This is a Blue Oyster Cult album, and there is a song on it I want to show you."
I only watched her. My dad's taste of music... was old. I didn't know she liked it too though.
"I remember hearing this one, and thinking it was about demonic possession, but now I think I understand it." She told me as she got the CD player set up. "It's called 'Unknown Tongue'."
The song was fairly slow for classic rock, but the lyrics go:

There was no light, shining through the windows,
as Margarette lie in her bed.
She was wearing her cotton pajamas,
a crucifix above her head.
She awoke, from her dream,
Her eyes were open, her lips were moving in the dark.

Speak to me in many voices,
make them all sound like one.
Let me see your secret mysteries,
reveal to me the unknown tongue.

She put her hands, upon her breasts,
and they were small and hard and young.
And everywhere she touched she felt a fire,
waiting for the answer that must surely come.
Is this, the way to love ?
Or is this, just the way to die ?

Speak to me in many voices,
make them all sound like one.
Let me see your, secret mysteries,
Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue.

There was more to the song, but at that point she turned the volume down, and looked at me. "So what ?" I said.
"Don't you get it ?" She asked me, as if I were some kind of mind reader, or exper lyric interpreter. Most of the music i listen to, you can't really even understand the lyrics.
"It sounds kind of like demon possession to me." I told her.
"I don't think it is." She said sitting down.
I spit in my cup and said, "Enlighten me."
"It's about a girl discovering her sexuality," She said matter of factly. "Except she didn't have a big brother to help her," she added with a devious grin.
I thought for a minute. Maybe i needed to hear the whole song ? But i decided to throw her a bone, "It makes sense, kind of. Like, when it said she was waiting for the answer that must surely come.."
She nodded, "Exactly. Cum."
I sat back, enjoying my small tobacco buzz. We spent the remainder of the day just chit chatting and watching TV. I know that may sound kind of boring, but that's what we did. We just enjoyed eachothers company. I think, if she werent my sister and there werent laws against it... I'd marry her.
She eventually did put a pair of her own clothes on, except she kept my underwear on. There are some things I'll never understand about women. She liked wearing my underwear every chance she got after that point. Whenever I asked her about it, she just said, "I like them."
So, when a pair of my underwear ended up in her laundry once in a while, it was just another one of those small clues.
Mom got home first, and my sister explained that she was feeling better. She was only sick for a couple hours, she explained. Dad got home about an hour later. I didn't feel so guilty around him. My dad was a very good man. I always feel bad about the pain we caused him when he found out. One thing about my dad that I admired, was that he didn't hold grudged. He confronted me about the cigarettes, spoke his peace, and the issue was done. I can't help but wonder if he blamed himself for what we were doing ? I'll never know, now. Once he found out, i never saw or spoke to him again.
That night, my sister snuck into my room, and we just snuggled together for a little while before she went back to her room for sleep. She sang me a little song she learned, like a lullaby. I recognized the tune, it was a Cranberries song called, "Dreaming my Dreams." I never cared for their music, but when she sang it, I loved it.
I loved everything she did. The way she tilted her head sometimes when she was listening to something. The way she would sometimes pull her hair over her shoulder and wind it up when she was bored. Hell, I loved the way she poured milk. She was one of the few people in my life who never got after my bad habbits, or try to change me. She accepted me completely for who I was, flaws, faults, and all. That's possibly what I loved the most about her. Of course, all the sex and perverted things we did to eachother helped.

(Now... If I may do a quick commentary. Before I get into that, let me explain that when I type in ( )'s, it's ME the author talking, not the character in the story.
I'm just wanting to tell you guys that I have no idea how long this story is going to last. I already know how I'm going to end it, and I know these two incestuous love-birds have a whole year before the tragic events happen that shatters everyone's life. Now, I have a choice, and I decided to let you, my readers, determine how exactly I am going to do this.
I was thinking, I could gloss over some of their sexual encounters, like the missionary fucking, and the blowjobs, and explain their encounters that happen in bizarre places and times or when they are experimenting with something new. Or, I could just tell it all as the whole little drama plays out.
I already know how it all ends, but it's the road to that end that can go anywhere. Now, let me assure you: they have a whole year of doing stuff to eachother. That's a LOT of sex, and many experiences will, more or less, be repeated... repeated a lot. So, in other words: do you want me lay out the repeats in detail, or gloss over them in simple words ?
Not many authors give you this choice, lol, so please let me know what you think.
Ohh, and while I am thinking of it, a quick character name list, since I don't use names a whole lot. Just a little FYI, so you can put a name on the faces. Adam = Big Brother, the narrator of the story. Karen = Little Sister. Sonia = Mom. Gilbert, AKA, Gil = Dad. And their last name is Lee.
So, now that that's done, let m say I'll get the next phase in this tradgic love-story posted as soon as I get it mapped out in my head. As I mentioned before: it's going to be LONG.
Enjoy!
Nate556)

 

these are the best keep them cuming

 

Awesome story, mate!

 

(Sorry, there's not really any sex in this arc of the story, but it's a part i needed to get told. What I lack in sex, I make up for with ulta-violence! I'll definitely have more sex in the next arc. I promise!)

That next day, I didn't want to get up. I don't really remember the dream I was having, just that I wanted to keep having it. So, I slept through both my alarms. I didn't get up when my mom called up to me, and I didn't even get up when my dad stood in my door. So, he got a cold wet wash rag, and dropped it on my face. It was a rather rude awakening, but, I'll admit it was very effective at getting me up.
However, because I was so late, I had to skil out on breakfast. I got dressed in a hurry, and made it in the nick of time to catch the bus while some of the other neighborhood kids were getting on it. My sister sat in the back and motioned for me to sit with her. Understand both of these things were what you would call odd behavior. For one, she liked sitting in the front talking to the bus driver, and we never really sat together on the bus. Remember me mentioning how kind hearted she was ? She had a soft spot for the old bus driver.
His name was Bob, and he was a real hardass when it came to kids behaving on his bus. I honestly couldnt wait until I got my license later in the year so I didn't have to ride it. I was in drivers ed, and I had my learners permit, we just didn't have an extra vehicle and with mom and dad going to work around the same time we left for school, I didn't get many chances to drive. Sometimes, if I was early enough, my dad would let me drive to school, and then take the car from my school to his work. Bob was an old widower, and his kids had all moved out and had kids of their own. My sister felt bad for him, so she talked to him a lot.
I sat down beside her, and we clasped hands. She stroked my hand with her fingers and looked out the window. I fell asleep on the bus, a deep sleep considering all the noise once more kids were on it and all the starts and stops. She had to wake me up when we got to the school.
When we got off the bus, we looked eachother in the eyes and I said, "I'll see you around." She nodded, and I went to look for my friends. I wanted to tell them, "Hey guys, I finally scrored! I nailed the perfect pink, I got sucked off by a swallower!" Every man wants to brag to his friends. But, i knew i couldnt. For one, they would ask a dozen questions like, "Who ?". So, I had to keep my mouth shut. They were in the usual hangout around a corner by the gym, cheeks packed with dip.
"You look like shit," Randy said. He was kind of the leader of our little group. He was a year older, and always gave us cigarettes and snuff. He was a real dirtball type, but a cool guy to hang with. My dad said he was the type to be in jail for theft in 5 years, but I didn't care.
I took out my tin and went to packing my own lip and said, "Yeah, but I feel good."
One of the other guys, a year younger than the rest of us, named James was looking at me with stars in his eyes, "I heard you beat Ryan to a pulp and spit on the principals desk."
I grinned and said, "I didn't spit on his desk, but I did kick his ass."
Randy spit and said, "It's not hard to kick a 14 year old's ass."
I nodded and spit as James asked, "So tell us what happened ?"
"He knocked my sister's books out of her hand." I said. "It pissed me off."
James' eyes went wide, "You beat him up just for that ?"
I spit and grinned.
Randy spit and said, "Yeah man, I would too. Your sister is hot."
Then Simon, the 4th member of our little group said, "Yeah, I'd nail her."
That really pissed me off, so I said, "Fuck you guys." and walked away. The all laughed at my outburst as I rounded the corner. I went into the bathroom and flushed my lip. I was hitting the water fountain outside when the bells rang calling everyone to home room.
Everyone had a million questions about the fight, and it was fun telling the story the first few times, but after homeroom came English, and I had to repear it again. Then Science. By the end of science, I was tired of explaining. I was in a very bad mood for science. I was hungry from skipping breakfast, and I had this surprise erection that just wouldn't go away. Now, a surprise erection is something all men everywhere have to deal with. It's the erection that happens for no reason and tends to keep up for a long time. I had one, and since I'd left my books in my locker I had no way to hide it. So, you just hope no one notices. Which, i dont think anyone did. At least they had the tact not to mention it.
After science it was time for lunch. It was actually a lunch I liked. Salisbury steaks. I had the lunch lady put two on my tray, which prompted her to roll her eyes, and I got two helpings of mashed potatos too, which got me another eye-roll. I walked over and took a slice of cherry pie to go with it all. I was hungry. Hungry like the Wolf.
I sat down with my group of friends, and Randy said, "I saw her in gym when I had to deliver a message to the coach. God, I would put her on her knees and jam it in her mouth."
"I'd put her on her knees, and shove it up her ass." Simon told him.
"Who ?" I made the horrible mistake of asking.
Randy looked at me with the evil look he was famous for and said, "Your sister."
I slammed my fist down on the table and said, "You goddman shitballs. Fuck you!" That got the attention of everyone within a 10 foot radius, all staring up at me. The guys leaned over their trays laughing their asses off. I pucked my tray up along with my pie.
I don't know if i eas jealous or what, but I hated these guys to the core of my being, and I was still muttering cuss words to myself when I went off to sit alone. I took my fork and started digging into my salisbury steaks, trying to cool my head a little bit.
I wasn't alone for long, my sister took up the seat on the other side of the table, and then her friends filed in one at a time and started filling the seats around us. I went from pissed, to extremly aware of my surroundings in a heartbeat.
"Everyone's talking about what you did." She told me across the table.
"I heard you cuss at your friends," One of her friends.
I started to relax a bit, and ate my food a little slower.
"Are you really going to eat all that ?" the girl next to me asked.
"Yes." I told her.
"I'm glad you beat Ryan up." another girl told me.
"Yeah, he's always mean, and no one wants to mess with him because of his friends." My sister told them.
"How much trouble did you get in ?"
"Why were you shouting at your friends ?"
"Did you really spit on the principals desk ?"
Between the perfume, questions, and girls surrounding me, I felt very trapped and smothered. I glanced over at my friends at the end of their table, and they were all leaned in close whispering at eachother. That the kept glancing towards us told me exactly what they were talking about.
I smiled a little bit, and my mood was lifted a little.
"So, what's wrong ?" My little sister asked me.
I went back to my eating and said, "They're assholes. That's Why I yelled."
A couple giggled at my cussing. My sister sat there quickly, and she had that distant look in her eyes that said she was thinking really hard about something.
I finished my lunch in a hurry, and shoveled the pie down in record time. I sat back, feeling better. My spirits rising.
"My sister said you had an erection in class." One of the girls blurted out. I nearly slammed my face on the table.
My sister was watching me closely now, her head tilted. Did she want me to do something or say something.
At a loss for what to do or say, I just decided to make a joke of it. So I said, "Would you rather I had one now ? I could show the whole school."
Easy half of them giggled at eachother over their trays, the other half blurted out, "gross."
I grinned and laid my face, which was hot, down on the table. I got up and carried my tray off to dispose of it. I thought for a moment about going back to sit down with the girls and my sister, but so many girls in one spot, surrounding me, was too much. I left the cafeteria, and ran into Ryan and a group of his friends just coming in. We stood there for a moment, starting at eachother. His face was still bruised and cut where I hit him.
There were 5 of them plus Ryan, and they stood there with a hatred in their eyes. I prepared myself to fight back if they attacked me. How bad would it look if I got into another fight on my first day back ?
A woman's voice broke the connection and pushed us all a step back from the edge of violence. "Is there a problem here fellas ?"
It was the assistant principal. I didn't take my eyes off them, like a wolf surrounded by by a pack of dogs. I answered her, "No. Everything is fine here." and walked backwards back into the cafeteria. My hands were shaking from the close call, and I went back and sat down with the girls.
"Where did you go ?" My sister asked as I sat there quietly, keeping my eyes on Ryan and his group filing their way to get their lunch.
"Nowhere." I said.
She wasn't dumb, she saw who I was watching and said, "You almost got into another fight ?"
I nodded and said, "Yes. The Vice Principal interrupted us."
"You were going to fight all of them ?" One of the girls asked.
"Yes." I said, no emotion in my voice.
I knew it would only be a matter of time before we did actually fight.
I stood up and walked to the table my friends were at and sat down with them.
"Well, look whos back." Randy said.
"Shut up and listen. I think Ryan and his buddies are going to come looking for a fight. I need you guys word that you'll have my back if we fight." I said keeping my voice low.
They all glanced at eachother and then at Randy, waiting for him to answer. "Of course man." Randy said. "We all got your back."
"Now if only we could get your sister's... oof!" Simon started to say before Randy hit him in the ribs with an elbow.
I started to get mad, but Randy was smart, he knew how far they could push me before I was jumping across the table.
"You fucking pussy." a voice said behind me. I ignored it, cause I wasn't about to turn into a fist.
Randy stood up and said to Ryan, who was the speaker behind me. "You callin' me a pussy ?"
I looked back, and Ryan had looked up to Randy, "No."
Randy said, "Well, you didn't say who you were talking to, So I think you're talking to me. You want to quit hiding on the other side of the table and come here and say it to my face ? I'll black your eye eye you piece of shit."
"I was talking to him." Ryan said pointing at me.
Randy looked down at me and said, "Yo Ad, this dog fucker wants to talk with you."
I turned stood up and turned around, looking down at the kid I'd beaten up. "What ?"
He looked into my eyes and said, "You got lucky and got me off guard last time. If you're not too much of a pussy, meet me on the side of the vets office after school. We'll see how tough you are when you don't jump someone from behind."
I stepped closer and got in his face, "Why wait, lets go right now."
"I don't want to get in trouble at school." He said.
"Fuck trouble, and fuck school. Don't start shit with me kid." I told him. The whole cafeteria was quiet.
Ryan glanced to his side and saw the vice principal walking over and whispered, "Be there, bitch." and walked away.
The vice principal walked up to me, and said, "What was that ? Nothing again ?"
I turned to look at her. She was an attractive woman. In her 30's, but she had dark brown hair and brown eyes. And she was a mature woman. I told her, "No, we were making friends." Randy broke into a laugh and tried to supress it.
She just looked at me with a sad look on her face and went, "mm hmm." I turned from her and sat down. She stood there for a moment, trying to work something out in her head. Probably wether or not to drag my ass to her office and give me detention.
When she finally left, I looked at Randy and said, "You guys going to be there to get my back ?"
Randy nodded, "Yeah."
We sat quietly for a moment, thinking about the fight that was about to come. Then lunch was over. On my way to history, my sister walked next to me and asked, "What was that all about ?"
"Don't worry about it." I said to her.
"You're going to fight again, arent you ?" She said, quite disapproving.
"I have to. Don't worry about it, I'll kick his ass and it'll be done." I assured her.
She sighed, "Fine. Stupid men and your stupid fights." After a moment she said, "You didn't have to flirt so hard with my friends."
I stopped almost in shock. She was jealous of that ? I was kidding! "I was just kidding."
"I'll see you later." She told me and disappeared down the hall to the 7'th and 8'th grade classes.
I felt like shit inside after that. My guts twisted up, and history bored the hell out of me. Why should I care who shot the Archduke of Austria and why ? Who cares about the industrial production of Germany pre-ww2 ?
The rest of the day passed in a haze. My mind was on the coming fight.
School let out, and I waited while the busses pulled out for my friends to show up so we could walk to the place of the fight. Once the busses were gone, I decided that they probably were already there, or on their way.
So, I went. It was about two blocks to the vet's office. Not much of a walk at all.
When I got there, no one was there. The bastard didn't keep his word. He started a fight, and now didn't finish it. I was about to start my walk back to the school when I saw them.
There were 7 of them, and two of them were older than me. They surrounded me in a semi-circle. I knelt down and picked up a rock.
"You fuckin pussy. You can't fight alone, can you ?" I yelled at Ryan.
My friends should have been here to watch my back. That pissed me off more than anything, because I knew Ryan would bring help.
"You the guy who hit my little brother ?" One of the older guys said.
"I beat the living shit out of him" I said, and launched my rock into the guy's face.
They all rushed in on me then. I knew I was in deep shit. I only had a had a few good hits in. I jumped at them, throwing the hardest punch I could into a kids nose. He fell back, and I felt like a broke my hand on his head. I kicked another kid in the balls when one of the older guys threw his arms around me. I threw my head back as hard as I could, and I made contact with his nose as well. But he didn't let out.
I yelled at the top my my lungs as I kicked out at the other kids with my legs. Ryan's older brother, his face bloody from the rock i hit him with side stepped one of my kicks and put his fist into my stomach. Then he threw hook across the side of my face which almost knocked me out. The world was spinning for me already, and they continued to punch my stomach and sides and face. I remember being dropped hard, and then the proceeded to kick me. Mostly in the ribs, but one of them kicked me in the face, which made the hazy world go black for me.
I was only out for a minute or two, probably, but I came to looking up into the face and uniform of a police officer. The other guys where nowhere around.
"Bastards." I said with a strong taste of blood in my mouth. I hurt everywhere. I thought I was dying. I looked up at the cop and said, "tell Karen i love her." and the world spun into a daze for me.
I remember his deep commanding voice telling me to be still. I might have broken bones, and I needed to be still. I didn't realize that I was trying to get up, and he was trying to hold me down.
"What is your name ?" He asked me. "Adam." I answered.
"Adam, you need to be still. I got a paramedic on the way." He said firmly.
"I don't need a paramedic. They just knocked the wind out of me." I said trying to push his hand off my shoulder.
"What is your last name ?" He asked me.
"Lee."
"Lee." The cop repeated. "You Gil's son ? Gil Lee ?"
"Yes." I replied.
"Shit, I know your dad, he put the roof on my house. Be still son, I don't want you hurt worse already. Who did this ?" The officer asked.
"Kids from school. I was supposed to have help." I told the cop.
My eyes focused enough that I could see him leaning over me. He shook his head, "You should have known better than to come alone anyways. Should have known better than to fight at all."
The paramedics arrived, and took me to the hospital, where I recovered enough to know that moving hurt. I probably did have broken bones, and i definitely had some missing teeth.
My dad arrived at the hospital and signed all the papers he needed to get me X-rayed. He barely spoke, it was clear he was both very concerned, and very pissed. Somewhat relieved as well. I suppose, it was every parents worst nightmare to be called at their work because one of their children was in the hospital. I suppose it's slightly better than the fear that one day their kids wouldn't get off the bus.
The vice principal was there, and she talked to my dad. She kept looking at me with that sad look in her eyes. If I was smarter, I'd have realized that she felt responsible for it in same way. Like she could have prevented it.
When it was all said and done: I had two broken ribs, four loose teeth, one one missing completely. My left hand had been smashed, stomped on most likely, but nothing broke in my hand. My nose was broke, and my face was cut under both my eyes, which were trying to swell shut on me. The whole right side was worse, the foot that knocked me out split the side of my face open.
Even to this day, i still bear the scars from that ass kicking.

 

I got out of the hospital much later than I expected. We had to wait for a doctor to sew the cuts on my face up. Then a nurse, an ugly one, splinted my side and taped me up. I knew my dad would give me a tongue lashing either in the car or when we got home. He was very quiet through it all.
I was given Tylenol 3 for the pain, and walked out of the place with my dad. When we got to his truck, I had to painfully climb up. We got in and sat down. I expected him to start in on me, but he just started his truck and pulled out of the hospital parking lot.
We were halfway home when I finally said to him, "Well ?"
"Well what ?" he replied.
"Aren't you going to yell at me ? Get after me ? Tell me how stupid I was ?" I said keeping my tone as level as I could.
"I don't need to. You already know all of that now. I got into my share of fights when I was your age." He said. "I don't think there is anything the police can do, but son, consider this a lesson learned."
I sighed, "My friends were supposed to watch my back."
"The same friends I keep telling you are no good and not to trust ?" He said, his tone ironic. Yeah, i got it. Lesson learned.
When we got home, mom and sister were already home, and he'd called them on his cell phone and told them. But nothing prepared me for stepping through that door.
When I got inside, my sister rushed to greet me, but she stopped, and with tears welling up in her eyes, she reached up to touch my face. "I told you not to fight. I told you!" and ran up the stairs to her room.
I glanced at my dad and he simply shrugged.
My mother touched my face the way my sister did and shook her head. "You boys and your fighting. It's not fun when someone gets hurt, is it ?"
I sat down on the couch, and she brought me a plate of dinner, which i was eager to clean. I then went up the stairs and settled into my room.
I wasn't there long when my sister walked in.
She knelt down at the foot of my bed the way she always does when she's trying to be sneaky. Another one of those things I loved. She looked up at me and I could see she'd been crying.
"I'm sorry I yelled like that," She said. "It just hurt seeing you hurt."
"A hero needs a couple of scars," I said to her with a smirk.
She gave me a look that was all serious, and all reprimand, "What you didn't wasn't heroic, it was stupid."
"I agree." Dad said standing at the door.
My sister half jumped a mile from surprise. We both looked at him, but he looked at me and said, "You have a phone call. It's that Randy kid."
I rolled my eyes and said, "I don't got anything to say to him."
My dad was putting the phone up to his ear to tell him when i stopped him. "No, give me the phone."
He walked over and handed me the phone. I hung it up. My dad grinned, and my sister just watched from the foot of my bed. The phone started rinding, I pushed the talk button and turned it off again. I was smiling now. My dad shook his head. It rang again, this time I handed it back to my dad and said, "Let it ring, he'll give up."
He left my room after a quick glance down at my sister.
She looked at me and swallowed with a hard gulp.
"I can't reach my boots. Could you help me get them off ?" I asked her.
She slid on her knees and set about unlacing my boots. I don't know why, but I've always hated shoes. Must be part of my dad in me, because he always only ever wore boots too. Except, he wore work boots, and I wore a pair of biker boots. She pulled my sock off, and went to work on the other one.
I couldn't resist, and I slid my foot up under her shirt and poked her in the stomach with my toe, "Peekaboo." I said with a giggle that hurt, a lot.
She smiled and swatted at my foot as i tried to do it again.
After my boots and socks were off, she stood up, and with a devious grin pulled her pants down slightly to show me she was still wearing a pair of my underwear. I couldn't help but grin back. Did she wear them all day in school ?
She glanced at the door to see it was clear, and then pulled her bra off and tossed it at me. "A promise, for later." She said and ran out of the room laughing.
I picked the bra up and stared at it a moment before sniffing it. It smelled like her, and her smell made my blood pump. I tucked the bra away under my pillow and laid back on it. I hurt. I hurt bad.
My dad knocked on my open door, and when I looked up he stepped in. He pushed my door shut, and took a seat in the chair. I went to sit back up, and he said, "Don't. I won't be long. I just wanted to talk to you."
"What is it ?" I said. His tone wasn't angry, so I wasn't defensive.
"About the kids who did this." He said.
"It was Ryan, his older brother, and a group of other kids." I explained.
"Do you know their names ?" He asked me.
"A few of them, but I don't know their last names." I said.
He thought for a minute and said, "I know you're probably wanting to get revenge."
"Yeah." I said.
"Well." He said, taking a deep breath. "Don't do anything stupid."
"I won't go meeting anyone for a fight again." I told him. "Lesson learned there."
"I mean in school." He explained, "Rest up, and let your ribs heal. It'll take a while. You can stay home a few days, if you want. But I don't want you going after this boy in school."
I was surprised at what he was telling me. He didn't mind if I got even ?
"Like I said, you be smart. If you jump on him at school, you'll get in trouble. I don't, and I know you don't want that kind of trouble."
"What about his older brother ?" I asked.
There was a long silence. "He's 18 ?" He asked.
"Yes, He's a senior."
"I'll take care of him. And the other one. Where is your year book ?" He asked me.
"I don't know." I told him, which was true. It was last years, and a whole year is a lot of time for something to get lost. "But Karen still has hers."
"I'll be right back." He said getting up. He stepped out for a minute. My guess, was to get hers. I was right when he came back with her year book. "Okay. Here, you look up the ones you know, and get their names. Show me what these seniors look like."
I went through, and I found both of them. I showed him and he studied their names and pictures for a minute.
"So, you hurt any of them ?" He asked me.
"I hit Ryan's brother in the face with a rock, and I think i broke the other older one's nose with my head, and I kicked another kid in the balls." I laid out for him, matter of factly.
He nodded. "Against so many, that was pretty good."
He sat down again, "We're a warrior race, son. Our ancestors were long before the settlers arrived. Even our culture now, very warlike. You did good, and you weren't afraid to fight even against those odds. It makes me proud." He stood up and walked over to me, leaning in close and said, "It doesn't matter if you lose, son. All that really matters is that you fight."
I was silent, as I absorbed what he was saying to me.
"We'll take care of this, son. It might take some time, but we'll take care of it." He told me.
"What should I do ?" I asked him.
He was silent for a long time, he want back and sat down. "When you're ready, what you do is you kick this Ryan's ass again."
"And if he comes at me with more guys again ?" I asked.
"Well. Then you do your best, and if they kick your ass. You rest, heal, and go kick Ryan's ass again, and make sure he knows that no matter how many guys he brings, you're always going to come and and hurt him. He'll get the picture, and he'll stop." My father told me. (Note: This is verbatim what my dad told me when I got beat up by a group of kids after school once: it did work, too.)
I laid there thinking about what he said. He stood up and moved to leave and said, "One more thing..."
"Yeah ?" I asked when he didn't finish it.
"Nevermind. You can miss school tomorrow if you want." He said.
"I'm going. It'll hurt, but I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me not there." I said.
He smiled, and left.
I laid there for a long time in silence, thinking about what my dad said, and about beating Ryan up again. I wanted to put on some music. I could have really used some Amon Amarth, or Hammerfall right then. But, it hurt enough laying down, and I just didn't want to bother getting up.
I drifted off into a light sleep for a few hours, and I was woke up by another knock at my door. My mother walked in, and looked down at me.
"How are you feeling ?" She asked me.
"Allright, just sore." I told her.
"I'm about to go to bed. Is there anything you need ?" She asked me.
"I'm good, If I need anything, i'll get it." I said.
"I'll get a glass of water, so you can take your pills. Okay ?" She said.
I nodded and said, "That would be good. It's probably about time anyway."
She walked out, and a few minutes later came back with a cup of water. "Here you go. Is there anything else ?"
"Could you hand me my pills ? I left them on my dresser over there." I said pointing.
She picked the bottle up and handed it to me. I took out a pill and took it. I handed her the cup back and said, "Thank you."
"You rest now, okay ?" She said.
"Okay. Good night." I told her.
She was walking out the door and said, "Good night." She flipped my light off and pulled my door almost shut, keeping it open a crack.
I laid there for a little while. I heard her and my dad go to bed, and then I slid the bra out from under my pillow to smell it again. I smiled and let sleep drift over me again. I was awakened again when my sister slipped into my room.
"Are you awake ?" She whispered.
"I am now." I said into the darkness.
I heard my door click shut, and she walked over to my bed. "I can't see." She said.
I took my remote, and turned the TV on. It was on the Video Input, so nothing came on, but the glow cast just enough light to see her. Enough for her to see me too, since she sat down on the edge of my bed.
She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I took her head in both my hands and kissed her tenderly. We didn't need light anymore.
She stopped the kiss and said, "I don't want to hurt you." She whispered.
"There's room. Lay down here." I said, sliding over in my bed. She laid down, and pulled the blanket over us. Summer was over, and it was now the beginning of fall, and the nights were already cold.
She draped a leg over me as she turned into me to kiss. And we kissed eachother for a long time. Long enough for me to get hard, at least.
"I'm still sore." She told me.
"Me too." I said, and she giggled.
I slit my hand up under her shirt and cupped one of her small boobs, and kissed her neck.
"I can suck you again." She whispered.
"I want to get you off, this time." I replied.
"What do i do ?" She asked.
I slid my hand down into her patam bottoms, and into her panties, and said, "Just be quiet."
She giggled, and I gently rubbed her pussy lips. I started to pull her bottoms and panties down, she must have showered and put a pair of her own on after leaving me earlier. She pulled them off the rest of the way and dropped them on the floor.
I stroked and rubbed her pussy and her juices started flowing. Then, with my fingers wet, I slowly started poking and probing my index finger into her.
She let out a little squeel as I experimented with different ways to pushing and pulling. I wasn't working hard or fast, but her breathing got heavier and small moans escaped her as she came. I stopped and she said, "Don't stop." I licked my fingers, and got an idea. I slid down in the bed a little bit, and she asked, "What are you doing ?"
"Up here." I whispered.
She climbed up over me, and I slid back up until my head was between her legs. She gripped the headboard of my bed, and I put my mouth up to her pussy and give it a kiss. "Ohh god." She said when I did that. I licked at the pussy juices, and I was glad it wasn't gross. I thought it might be, as did most of the guys i talked to. But it wasn't. It's hard to explain what she tasted like. Kind of like a tasteless swear. I used my fingers to spread her lips, and licked the inside of her pussy, and she let out a moan.
I then stuck my tongue in which got me a ghasp, and then proceeded to wiggle it back and fourth, which made her moan a "fuck yes." quitly into the night. I continued to work my tongue inside her, and she moaned with every breath. She was quite loud, but she was also working to be quiet.
My tongue was starting to get tired from the constant work. Her cum on my face, I laid my head back and she just laid there holding onto the headboard for a minute breathing heavily. I'd almost shot my load into my pants while licking her out. She got off my face and slid down in the bed, and kissed me. She kissed me good and hard.
"Ohh god I love you." She said finally. "I love you so much." She slid down further and unzipped my pants, pulling them down, proceeded to suck my dick. She did it so hard and fast, I could only grip the side of my bed as she sucked my dick like some kind of wild animal. I came faster than even the first time we did it, and she swallowed it all down.
I laid back as my tensed muscles relaxed, and the knowlege that being so tense hurt my ribs, a lot, came to me. She laid her head on my stomach for a minute, and then slid back up beside me in the bed. I put my arm around her, and she put her head on the pillow next to mine. I could feel her breath hitting my face.
"I don't know what came over me." She said at last. "I wanted. No. I needed dick, after what you did."
I whispered with a big grin on my face, a grin she couldn't see by the way, "I don't know what came over you, I only know what came over me."
"Huh ?" She asked.
"Nevermind." I said, and kissed her chin.
We were silent for a moment before she said, "Ohh, I get it. You meant me."
I gave her another quick kiss, this time hitting her mouth and said, "A +".
I reached down, and zipped my pants, and then I started growing very tired.
"Sing to me again." I whispered to her half asleep.
She was silent for a moment, and sang in a soft quiet voice:

Just wait, though wide he may roam,
Always, a hero comes home.
He goes, where no one has gone,
but always, a hero comes home.

He knows, of places unknown,
always, a hero comes home.
He goes where no one has gone,
but always, a hero comes home.

"That was so beautiful," I said to her before sleep carried me off.

 

(It's satuday, don't start my next roof 'till monday. Perfect time for another phase in this arc of the story, ehh ? Ehh ? Ehh ?)

I woke up in pain. A deep sharp pain splitting my sides. I don't know if it was the bruised flesh, the bruised muscles, or broken bones. As these things go: it was probably all the above. I also woke up alone, and my face had a crusty feel. I remembered last night like it was a dream, my little sister moaning over me, wanting to scream. I would have to do that to her again when we weren't trying to be quiet.
Painfully, I pused myself out of bed, and grabbed my bottle of Tylenol 3, and made the slow painful journey down stairs to get a drink to take them with. I pured a cup of pepsi and took two of the pills and washed my face. It was just before dawn, and the pre-dawn light made everything gray. I forraged in the kitchen for some food. I didn't feel like making a sandwich, or heating anything up. So, I took a piece of bread and poured some sugar on it. It would have to do.
I sat down on the couch alone and turned the TV on, and waited for everyone else to get up. Sleep was imposible with this stabbing ache. There was a cartoon on TV, kids using little monsters to fight eachother. Pokemon. I always thought it was funny, that the show is basically about training animals to fight eachother and marketing it to kids, and even funnier that it got away with it. With so many things in this country against animal abuse, the cartoon gets away with it because they're cutesy, and not depicting actual animals fighting. It's the concept that matters, not the platform.
I mindlessly watched the cartoons for an hour before my mother got up. She asked how I was, and then set about making her morning coffee and breakfast. It wasn't long before dad came down and spent forever in the bathroom before coming out and asking how I was. He also asked if I wanted to change my mind about going in today, and I shook my head.
Today, it was my sister's turn to sleep to through her alarms. I have no idea how late she was up, or how long she lingered in my room after the love-making, but she slept through her alarm, and mom had to go up to wake her up.
When she finally came down with a bad case of bed-head, she sat down next to me and went to mindlessly watching the cartoons with me. Dad sat down and took the remote from me and put it on the weathern channel.
"We'll need to re tape your splint before you go." He said to me.
I didn't say anything.
We had breakfast in the living room watching a combination between the news and the weather channel like normal. After I was done eating, I went up to my room to get dressed. I pulled my shirt off, and set out the painful tast of pulling the tape off.
"I'll help you with that." My sister said poking her head in my door.
"I can get it." I told her. She ignored me, and went to peeling the tape. She frowned when she saw the massive bruises that covered my sides, stomach, and chest.
"Worse than my face, isn't it ?" I said to her grinning through the pain.
"It's not funny." She said, all seriousness.
"It won't happen again." I assured her.
"It better not." She snapped. Why was she in such a bad mood ?
"What's wrong ?" I asked her.
"I'm just tired." She said.
At that time, dad stepped in and looked at my bruises.
"I really think you should stay home, it looks pretty bad." he advised me.
"No. I'm going."
He took over peeling the rest of the tape off and my sister left to go get ready herself. When we got the tape off, i went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I didn't scrub or anything, just let the water rinse me off, basically.
I bent over, and very painfully pulled my undewear and jeans on. It hurt even more to pull my socks on. Tying my boots would definitely be a lesson in pain management, but my dad helped me out by tying them for me. I put my Old Spice(product placement!) on and pulled my shirt on.
I went downstairs and my sister was already ready. She looked nice with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was wearing cut off jean shorts and t-shirt, but she could be wearing a fig leaf and look nice.
I slipped my pain pills into my pocket and we waited at the door for dad to drive us to school. The drive to school was quiet, no one spoke. When we got there, my dad said, "Remember what I said." and pulled away.
I walked in the main doors with my sister. "I'll see you at lunch, okay ?" I told her.
"Okay." She said. And we separated. She went to the 7th and 8th grade lockers and classes. I had to check my pills in at the nurses office. I went to the main office which was where it was located.
"I need to give these to you." I said to the school nurse.
"What happened ?" She asked, looking at my face and stuff movement.
"A train hit me, then a meteor." I said to her flatly.
She just looked down at me for a second before saying, "I can't tell if you're joking or not."
"I got jumped by a group of rabid kids." I told her.
She shook her head and then the vice principal walked up to me.
"Adam. May I see you in my office ?" She said to me.
"I can take care of the rest." The school nurse said and set about filing my pills away.
I followed the vice principal into her office, and took a seat in front of her desk. She sat down behind her desk and fixed me with that sad look in her eyes.
"I'm surprised to see you here today." She said.
"I'm not weak." I told her.
"I get that. I want to talk to you about what happened." She said. "I have reason to believe you might go starting a fight to get back at the kids who did this."
I thought for a moment, another lie or truth moment that i've been having a lot of lately. "I'm going to kick Ryans ass." I told her. "Hard."
She let out a deep sigh, and her sad eyes stared into my soul, "Please don't. Think about your future."
"I'm going to." I told her again.
She looked away from me for a moment, then said, "Well. At least promise me you won't do it at school."
I arched an eyebrow, or rather, i would have if my face weren't so swollen.
"I'm old enough to know you can't stop boys from fighting. Just please promise me it won't happen at school." She explained to me.
I thought for a moment. "I can't promise that." She started to speak and i went on, "But.... I promise I'll try. It happens when It happens." I said to her.
She let out another deep sigh, and I asked, "Am I in trouble ?"
"No." She said.
"Then I want to go." And I stood up and started for the door. She came around her desk in a flurry and put her hand on my shoulder gently, stopping me. I turned to face her, and she cupped my busted face in her hand.
"Please. Think about your future." She told me again.
"Do you want to sleep with me ?" I asked her.
Her hand jerked back from my face as she reeled, "What !?"
"Do... You... Want.. To.. Sleep.." I said slower then she cut me off.
"I'm married." She said holding up a ring.
"Not what I asked." I told her.
"No!" She said, I could see that she lost the sadness in her eyes, which was now replaced by anger.
"So... Why do you give a fuck about my future ?" I asked her with as sharp a voice as I could.
The anger left her eyes, and the sad look, as if she were looking down at a lost puppy came back.
"Please, sit down, and let me explain something to you." She said, guiding me back to the chair I was sitting it.
She sat down in the char next to it and slid it closer. She took my hand, and looked into my eyes. I'll admit, she was a good looking woman. Mature.
"Let me start off by saying that you are a handsome young man, very mature for your age." She said.
"I've had a lot of learning experiences lately." I told her with a small grin on my lips.
She continued, "You're a lot smarter than your grades show, if only you'd apply yourself to them. Now. I love my husband very much. The problem is... I can't have children. We can't have children."
My bad temper and smart-ass mood fled, and I understood. "I'm sorry." I said to her.
She nodded and continued, "When I look at you, I think that maybe one of my kids would be handsome like you, and smart like you. You have the potential to be anything you want. So, I look at what's been happening to you since you got here, the smoking and cursing, and now with the fighting. It makes me sad that such a great potential is going to waste."
I was speechless.
"I want you to know," She said getting closer and looking deeper into my eyes, "If you ever need to talk, or need help with anything, all you have to do is come in here."
"Talk ? Anything ?" I asked her.
"Yes." She nodded. "Anything, and it stays just between us."
I thought for a moment, "Like, what if I killed someone ?" I asked her.
She swallowed and hesitated a moment, "Anything." She said. "But don't think you can get away with breaking the rules."
"Of course not." I said standing up.
She escorted me to door and let me out, watching me with that sad look the whole time. I never would have thought she'd be like that. Looking back now, I think, whoever her husband was, he was a very lucky man.
I stepped out of the main office, and right in the path of Randy, who stared wide-eyed at me with surprise on his face...
(To be continued.... *whomp!*)

 

"Hey man." Randy said to me.
"I got nothing to say to you." I told him and turned to walk away.
"Just listen." He pleaded.
"Piss off." I said walking away.
"Ohh yeah, well fuck you then! Fuck you!" Randy yelled at me as I walked away. I ignored him. I tried to keep my anger at him in check, So i thought about the vice principal and what she'd said.
She wanted me to trust her ? I decided I wouldn't tell her anything. You can't trust anyone. I glanced down a side-hall on my way to class and caught a glimpse of my sister walking to one of hers. Well, I thought, almost anyone.
I sat through three hours of dozens of idiotic questions. What I want to know, is what is the deal with asking someone if something hurts, when most obviously it does hurt ? It's like, hey, do you think broken ribs and bruised flesh should hurt ? Well then... it does. durrr!
It was a question I had to answer a lot.
Lunch came around. This time we had pretty much everyone's favorite: Pizza burgers. Everyone loves the pizza burgers. I took a seat alone and dug in. I was already done by the time the 7th and 8th grade classes arrived. Before long my sister and her friends were on the table around me again.
"Hey, look. What is that horrible thing ? Ohh, it's Adam. I didn't recognize him with his face re arranged." Ryan's voice.
I locked eyes with my sister as the rage inside me started boiling up.
"Leave him alone." My sister said to him.
"Need little sister to fight for you ?" Ryan said.
My sister jumped up from the table and walked up to Ryan and said, "If you don't shut your dick sucking mouth and leave us alone, I will personally kick your ass right here and make you look like a pussy in front of everyone."
Ryan was about to reply when another kid walked up. His name was Kelly, and he was probably the biggest badass in the school. He was what guys like Randy and our little group tried so hard to be like.
"Picking on girls again ?" Kelly said to Ryan, who obviously became very afraid. "After she kicks your ass, then I'll kick it again so you learn your lesson. Piss off."
Ryan swallowed hard, and went back to his table of friends obviously very shameful.
My sister walked back and sat down. I caught eyes with Kelly, and we had a brief moment of eye contact. He had shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He took one of his hands out of his leather jacket and walked back to his lunch.
No one really knew much about Kelly, we just knew that he always wore a leather jacket and just simply looked like the kind of guy you don't fuck with.
"That was so cool." One of my sisters friends said as she sat down.
"You made him look like a sissy without hitting him." Another said.
"He just pissed me off." My sister told them.
"I'll be back." I said, standing up. I walked over to Kelly, who was sitting alone at his end of the table. "Hey man, can I sit here for a minute ?"
Kelly looked up at me, and I was struck by his bright electric blue eyes. I've never seen eyes this blue before, and it was quite unnerving looking into them this close. "Be my guest." He said.
I sat down in the seat across from him, "I wanted to thank you for what you just did. Kept my sister ouf ot trouble."
"She's your sister ? Why didn't you jump in ?" Kelly asked me, his tone flat.
"Look at me. I've already got two broken ribs." I explained.
"So ?" He asked. "Where you scared ?"
I thought for a moment, "I wasn't scared of him hurting me... but I was of hurting myself. I just need a little time to heal."
He set about picking his teeth with a toothpick and said, "You don't always have time to heal between ass kickings."
I wasn't really surprised at his machismo. This guy radiated manliness like an odor, but something about it also infected me. I said, "You're right." I stood up, and he watched me. I walked over to where Ryan was sitting with his friends. One of his friends must have tipped him off, because he turned around in his seat right as I got within striking distance.
I hit him in the face as hard as I could. I growled with pain as it felt like knives were driving into my sides. The food trays on the table went everywhere as I pushed Ryan onto the table the rest of the way. I dropped an elbow onto his stomach as hard as I could, and then dropped another elbow on his face, and I contined to drop elbows on him. Then I took his collar and held his face up to mine and in a deep growl of a voice said, "If you ever think to bring 7 guys against me again, and if you ever say another word to my sister or even think about saying a word to her, I will find you, and I don't care how many broken bones I have. I will fuck you up, and every time I do, it will be worse and worse. I then pushed him away and down onto the table.
I didn't even think about why the other kids didn't jump in to help their friend. I turned around and Kelly was there holding two of them by the hair, he had a big shit-eating grin on his face. Kelly pushed them at the back of their heads and turned around to go back to his corner of the table, and I walked after him, growling with every breath at the sharp pain in my sides.
I sat down across from him and he still had this broad grin on his face.
"Hey man, are you a fag or something ?" He asked me.
"No." I said.
"So why aren't you sitting with those little 13 year olds ?" He asked, still grinning.
I had to supressed a very painful laugh.
The gym teacher stood at the end of the table and said, "You two, come with me now."
Me and Kelly exchanged glances and he rolled his eyes before standing up. the Gym Teacher took us to the main office. He was in the vice principals office for a moment before leaving us there sitting.
A moment later, Ryan was brought in and sat down. Then my sister came in and sat down beside us, "What do you think you're doing ?" She whispered to me.
"He wanted to pick a fight with me, so I kicked his ass." I said loud enough for Ryan to hear me.
"I thought you were going to wait until you were better ? You could have really hurt yourself." She whispered.
I glanced at Kelly who was staring ahead and acting like we weren't talking over me. "Sometimes... you don't have time to heal between asskickings." I told her. Kelly grinned at that.
She didn't reply, only sat there looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. I wanted to kiss her right there, she was so sweet.
I looked over at Ryan and said, "I'm not afraid to fight you. I don't care how many guys you bring to a fight, I'm always going to kick your ass. I don't care if you get your big brother to come after me again, I'll still find you and hurt you. It's up to you whenever all this ends. If you don't want your ass kicked harder, next time I am going to break bones. So I make myself clear ?"
Ryan tried to ignore me.
"I said, to I make myself clear ?" I repeated again, this time with emphasis.
"Fuck you." Was all he said.
We stopped talking when the vice principal stepped out of her office and looked at us. "I guess it's true what they say. Trouble loves company. Karen, what are you doing here ?"
"Uhh" My sister said, "I uhh, Just needed to talk to my brother."
"Class has already started. I'll give you as pass." the vice principal said and pulled a hall pass pad out of her pocket and signed it. My sister took it and with one last look at me left.
"Man, your sister is..." Kelly said, but I cut him off.
"Don't start."
He grinned with a small chuckle.
"What's funny mister Cromwell ?" The VP asked.
Kelly looked up at her and said, "Not much Mrs. Goodman, just this joke I remembered. It was about this guy who messes with this guys sister, and then the guy kicks his ass."
"Watch your language." She said. "It doesn't sound very funny."
"Ohh, It's hilarious." Kelly said.
"Into my office. All three of you." She said.
We went in and sat down.
"Now, who wants to tell me what happened ?" She asked sitting behind her desk.
"These two attacked me at lunch, for no reason. You can ask my friends, they saw it all." Ryan said first.
I looked into her eyes and said, "He approached me while I was eating lunch with my sister and her friends. He started calling me names, so she told him to leave us alone."
"That's where I came in, Ryan was about to punch her, or push her away or something, and I made him go back to his table." Kelly said.
"How did you make him ?" the VP asked.
"I just told him to go, and he did." Kelly said.
I went on, "So, I went and told Kelly thanks for what he did. And he gave me that level look like he gives everyone. So, then I went to go back to my seat, and walking past Ryan, and turned and hit me in the ribs as I walked passed him. It really hurt, and so I hit him."
It was mostly truth with just enough lie to not be detected.
"Kelly, you may go." She said.
He jumped up and walked to the door, glancing back for a second with a look that clearly said, "good luck man."
"I don't know what I am going to do with you two." She said to us. "I don't want this at my school. The next time either of you gets into a fight at this school, you're both going to be expelled.
"If any of your friends so much as pick a fight with the other, you will both be expelled. I will not tolerare this in my school any longer. Do I make myself perfectly clear ?"
"Yes ma'am" Ryan told her.
"I got it." I told her.
"I'm giving you both a three day suspension. Ryan, I have called your parents, and your mother is on her way to pick you up. Adam, your parents can't make it, so I am putting you in either Study Hall or the Library until school is out. Pick one, and stay there."
I nodded, and she said, "You may go now."
I stepped into the nurses office to get another double dose of my pain killers.
I took the pills and went to my locker. I took out a piece of paper and made a quick note. "In study hall all day, Ad." Then, taking the long route to Study Hall, I slipped the note in my sister's locker.
I stepped into Study Hall, and was alone. It was usually empty all day until about 2:00, it was only just after 12:00. I was bored out of my skull, and the pain was much less apparent now once the pills kicked in. I went trough the teachers desk in the room and found nothing interesting. Then I went through some of the cabinets and drawers. I opened the storage closet door and only saw random junk, nothing interesting. This place was boring as hell.
I half jumped when my sister slipped into the room at 1:00.
"What are you doing here ?" I asked her.
"I got your message." She said.
"I just wanted you to know where I was!" I told her.
"I'm ditching music class to be here," She said. "I was surprised by what you did earlier. You really hurt his pride beating him at his own lunch table."
"Kelly inspired me" I told her. "That guy... he's something else."
"He's scary." She told me. "His eyes are like... lightning bolts."
I shrugged, "I think he's a lot like me."
She smiled up at my face nearly pressing herself into me and said, "He sleeps with his sister ?"
"This room will be empty for a time, we can do something in the storage room." I said taking her hand and leading her to the once boring storage closet.
We started off kissing eachother. That's normally how it always starts, right ?
"Let me lick again." I told her.
"Fuck yeah." She whispered.
I slid down to my knees and pulled her jean shorts off, she held onto the shelves behind her. I pulled her leg up and licked the insides of her thighs. Draping it over one shoulder, I gently rubbed her pussy up and down, then side to side. I kissed it like i did last night, and I felt her whole body tense in a gasp.
"I love you." She said breathing heavily.
I then went to licking the pink different ways. I could do a lot more now that I could see what I was doing. She moaned above me, and grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand. I stuck my tongue inside, and she moaned loudly. No trying to keep quiet this time.
"Fuck" she called breathlessly as I proceeded to wiggle my tongue around inside her. I was already as hard as I could possibly be.
"Fuck me." She said to me. "Ohh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me."
I continued to lick, "Ohh god yes."
I pulled my tongue out, and undid my pants. I slid my underwear down to my thighs, and I stood up, still holding her leg out. I kissed her once on the lips, and then I pused my dick into her soaking wet pussy.
She let out a deep moan and clasp ahold of the shelves behind her. My sides hurt, but it wasn't something that bothered me. I worked my hips back and fourth, and side to side and she moaned. I was nearly to the point of coming, when I went to sliding in and out as fast and hard as I could. I was seeing spots and every breath for her was a moan. I finally rammed it in as hard as I could, and shot my cum into her.
I groaned as I felt my cum pumping into her and stayed tense for a moment longer before relaxing with a gasp and leaned into her for support.
She was breathing heavily. She put her arms around me and gently hugged me, which for some reason didn't sent knives of pain into my sides, and said "I love you."
I love you too, I thought, but i didn't say it.
I looked around, and found some spare paper towels, and we went to wiping ourselves off. I pulled my underwear up the rest of the way, but she pulled my pants up for me to fasten. She then slid her panties and shorts back on.
She kissed me gently on the lips and said, "That was amazing."
"It was" I agreed.
I slowly opened the door to the small storage closet, and glanced out before stepping into the room. My sister followed me and said, "I was wondering. Do you think we should be using condoms ?"
The moment she said it, I had an 'ohh fuck!' moment. I never even thought about using condoms are having safe sex. It simply never even occured to me, even after all of those safe sex lessons in health class.
"I never even thought about it." I told her. "We can if you want."
"It doesn't matter to me. I like having your cum inside me."
"Why ?" I asked. She only shrugged in answerr.
"I'll see you at home." She told me and left the room.
I sat down at the teacher's desk and took out my tin of dip, and packing a full horshoe, I relaxed and enjoyed the amazing calm the sex and nicotine brought me. I almost fell asleep from it.

 

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Holy hell, great story!

 

Now, if only i could get Lifetime to buy the TV movie rights....

Thanks for all the praise guys. It's really inspired me to keep thinking and keeping this story alive. I've even thought of ways to keep the story going past the point where I had it ended already... but that's a long way off yet, and i'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

 

Very good writing there man. One thing though. Space your paragraphs. Other than that, kudos to you on the story. And I will be subscribing.

 

The bell rang, and I left the Study Hall. I dropped by the main office and got my pain pills from the nurse, and then went to get on the bus.
The ride home was jarring, uncomfortable, and painful. I was happy to get home.
I stepped in the door, picked up the phone and lowered myself onto the couch.
I called my dad on his cell phone.
"Yes ?" He answered.
"I'm home now." I told him.
"Did you fight him ?" he asked me.
"Yes." I answered.
"Are you okay ?" He asked, his tone level.
"I'm fine." I told him.
"Okay, we'll talk more when I get home." He said.
"Allright." I said and he hung up the phone.
I laid back on the couch and dropped into a deep sleep. I didn't even wake up when my sister got home. She decided to have a little fun with it.
She took a feather duster, and tickled my face as I slept. It felt like a fly buzzing around my face, so In my sleep i went to swat at it, and that sent a pain down my sides.
I woke up with a groan, and she broke into a fit of giggles. It hurt, but I couldn't help but smile at her. She wave it in front of my face with a smile, and I felt the sharp ache of my love for her in my chest and palms. I would die for her smiling face.
"That was so cool what you did today." She told me sliding onto the couch next to me.
"It didn't feel cool." I told her. "You were pretty cool yourself, getting in his face like that. I think he was scared of you."
"He just made me so mad." She said frowning. "So, what did you and that guy talk about ?"
"His name is Kelly. I went to tell him thanks, and something about him just inspired me to go and smash Ryan's face in." I told her.
"He's cute." She said watching me out of the corner of her eye. So.. that's how it was. I made her jealous, now she's trying to make me jealous. It worked.
"So, fuck him then." I told her.
She frowned and did her best impression of my voice talking like a baby, "Aww, bubby's jeawous."
I reached up and messed up her hair and she laughed. I smiled.
"Which one of my friends would you fuck ?" She asked me.
"Like, right now ?" I asked her.
"Yes." She answered.
I thought for a moment. I knew this was a classic man-trap, and if I wasn't careful, I would really piss her off. "None of them" I said at last. "Only you."
She smiled and said, "That was a well calculated answer. Now, if I weren't here, or we weren't, you know... lovers. Which one ?"
I laughed and said, "All of them!"
She laughed along with me and put her arms around my neck, "I thought you'd say that, but..."
I cut her off with a kiss on the lips. "No butts" I said and kissed her again. She melted like butter and kissed me back. We had a tender moment moment of kissing on the couch before she pulled back.
"I'm hungry" she said.
"I just ate out recently, not hungry." I said, and she laughed at my horrible joke.
She went to the kitchen to forrage for food, and I clicked the TV on. Stupidbob Squaredick was on, so... I watched that. My sister sat down next to me with a doughnut.
"Ohh, I love this episode. It's the one where they get lost and Spongebob and Patrick use the advice of this magic conch shell, and Squidward keeps telling them how stupid they are for listening to it, but when they follow it's advice, all this food and stuff drops in their camp and they get rescued." She said in a single breath.
I turned my head and gave her the flattest blankest look I've ever given someone.
She smiled and said, "What ?"
"Nothing." I said, keeping my tone flat as well.
"Ohh yeah! That reminds me! I rememebered another song from dad's music collection. The lyrics go like.... 'mouth is alive, juices like wine, and i'm hungry like the wolf'"
"I know that song." I told her.
"Yeah... know what it's about ?" She asked.
"Oral sex." I told her.
She blinked. "How did you know that ?"
"Everyone knows!" I said to her. "Could you untie my boots for me ?"
She slid down and sticking her doughnut in her mouth, proceeded to undie my boots and pull them off for me.
"Thanks" I told her.
We were silent for a little while watching TV. Dad came home then, kicking his work boots off in the door way.
"Yo." He said looking at us. He went into the kitchen and washed his face and arms off. "I got sunburnt on my ears." He said.
He took two cans of beer out of the fridge and sat down in the living room chair. "Here son." He said, and tossed me one.
I stared at it for a moment in disbelief. "Go ahead," He told me. "You deserve it."
My sister was just as surprised as me. We were both raised, "Touching dad's beer is a BIG no-no". And now he just gives me one.
I opened it and it foamed out everywhere. I both tried to move out of the way of the spilling foam and catch it at the same time. My dad only laughed at my ignorance of beer.
"Bottoms up he said," and took a drink from his. I took a drink from mine, and... it was nasty. My dad laughed again. He was in a good mood... which was weird.
"So... Tell me about what happened." He said.
I took another drink of it.. and it really wasn't so bad. The first drink was aweful, but after the initial nasty taste, it was drinkable. Plus... it was beer. Beer was the ultimate form of macho-cool, right ? It's macho-cool in a can!
I told him about how it all started. Ryan taunting me, and of Karen getting up in his face, and about Kelly stepping in.
"Kelly ?" He asked me.
"Yes." I said.
"I guess little Ryan didn't want two girls kicking his ass." He said with a chuckle.
"Uhh," I said, "Kelly is a guy."
My dad laughed again, "I get it. Real badass too, right ?"
"Yes." I told him about what Kelly said to me, and how he helped keep the guys off my back when I beat Ryan.
"There is a Johnny Cash song about that." He told me.
"Boy named Sue." My sister piped in.
"Yup" My dad said.
I was kind of lost. "It's a song about a dad who want's his son to be a badass, so he gives him a girls name. So, the boy gets picked on a lot, but he does become a badass, then he goes and kills his dad for giving him a girls name." My sister explained. It made sense.
I took another drink of the beer, and my sister cleared her throat. I looked at her, and she glanced down at the beer. She looked at my dad who was watching, who then said, "Go ahead, split it. But don't let your mother find out. She'll eat me out if she found out."
My sister who was just taking a sip laughed and spit beer all over the place. Her face turned red and she broke into a fit of giggles at dad saying the words "eat me out".
He laughed and said, "Usually the giggles don't happen until after you drink it."
We all laughed at that, and she took another drink. "Blech!" She said. "How do you drink this all the time ?"
My dad let out a burp in answer which made her giggle again. I took the can before she spilled it and took a drink. It really wasn't as bad as I first thought.
"So, you talked to Kelly, and then what ?" He asked me.
"Well. Kelly said something to me, kind of like what you did. He said, 'sometimes, you don't have time to heal between asskickings.' And... that just inspired me. So, I walked up to Ryan sitting with his friends, and as he turned around, I hit him so hard he fell back onto the table. Then I started dropping elbows on him."
My dad only nodded. "Well." He said. "I wish you woulda done it outside of school. But, I can't say you done wrong. Maybe he learned his lesson."
I let my sister have another drink before i finished the can off.
"So, Kelly actually kept the other guys off your back ?" My dad asked.
"Yeah," I told him, "I didn't even know he was there until I finished with Ryan and turned around, and he was there holding two of them by the back of the hair."
"Did he get suspended too ?" My dad asked.
"No. I took all the blame and cleared him." I said.
My dad nodded, "That was noble. He won't forget that. So, what do you think ?"
I shrugged, "I dunno. He seems allright, if wild. I think he just does his own thing."
My dad took a drink from his beer, "That's called being independant, son. He sounds like the lone-wolf type. Tell me more about him."
"Well, he's always wearing a leather jacket." I said "and he doesn't seem to have any friends."
"He rides a motorcyle to and from school." My sister said.
My dad raised an eyebrow, he was a biker too. "What kind ?"
"I dunno." She answered.
He pointed at my sister and said, "You, stay away from him."
"Why ?" She asked, getting defensive.
"I know biker types. Just stay clear of him." My dad said in his 'THIS IS THE WORD OF THY GOD!' voice that allowed no room for argument. I, personally, agreed with him. I wasn't being jealous. Honestly. Not jealous. Really. Really! Okay... maybe just a little. But, only a little.
"I need to get this off." I said, and started pulling my shirt up.
"I'll help you get it off." My sister said with a smile that was meant only for me, and helped me pull my shirt. She started pulling the tape off. My dad only watched, looking at the massive bruises on my body. His face turned to stone when he looked at them. I would say they looked worse than they felt, but that would be lying. They felt much worse than they looked, and they looked bad.
Mom got home, and brought chinese takeout for us, and a burger and fries for my dad. We all ate at the dinner table, as a family. It was a fond memory of us all being together. I'll always feel bad about shattering that happy chattering family. It's a happy memory that I'll take to the grave.
That night, my sister snuck into my room, and all we did was snuggle together for a short time before we kissed goodnight and she went back to her own bed.

 

Okay, I'll be more mindful of my spacing. The weather is calling for rain tomorrow, so most likely, I won't have to work which means all day to type up and send this story into the next arc. For a little teaser, the fighting is going to be done for a bit, which means more time and room for sex!
<--- that's an artist rendering of Kelly. <--- an artist rendering of Kelly on drugs. (he doesn't do drugs!!!)