snazzy story keep it up

 

Yea perhaps you could have Karen = Sister have anal for the first time with her brother

 

took me 3 days to get through everything (had to give myself breaks in between =P ) absolutely amazing.

 

I enjoy reading this. Very good writing. Keep it up!

 

That night she sang to me:

If you fall, I'll catch,
If you love, I'll love.
And so it goes, my dear,
don't be scared, you'll be safe
This i swear, if you only love me.

Seven lonely lies written on dead winters night.
open the only book, with the only poem I can read.
In blood I sigh my name, and seal the midnight with a tear,
burn the paper, every line for them I cried...

I was silent for a moment before I said, "That was one of my songs."
She kissed my cheek and smiled at me in the lamp light of my room.

"I thought you might recognize it." I smiled back at her, and she kissed me on the lips. We shared a quiet moment. If it weren't for that quiet moment, we never would have heard my parents bedroom door open.

Quickly, my sister jumped out of the bed and sad down on the floor, and I pulled my blanket up over my waist. My dad opened my door slowly and looking in asked, "It's goddamn 3:00. What are you doing ?"

"Neither of us could sleep... so we were singing songs to eachother." I told him

"Well... Get to bed, you got school in the morning." He said, then went into the upstairs bathroom.

My sister looked at me and grinned at me with a twinkle in her eye. She gave me a quick kiss goodnight and went to bed in her own room. I lied awake for a little while before I dropped off into sleep.

I woke up a short time later in the darkness, and I couldn't move. I felt my dad standing over me ready to plunge a knife into my guilty back. I couldn't move, and I couldn't do anything to stop him. Any second now he was going to plunge that knife into my back. I screamed inside my head and yelled cuss words at him. Any minute, that knife would plunge in and kill me. I tried to move my arms, but they wouldn't budge. I was still screaming at him in my head when sleep carried me away....

That morning I got up, washed under my arms and got dressed. I skipped breakfast, and stretched my legs the way my dad showed me. When we got to school, Randy and the rest of the group waved me over to their side of the building. I decided to go.

"Hey man, what's up ?" He asked me.

"What do you want ?" I asked him.

"Nothing, just to chill. Here." He held out a tin of Skoal Cherry. "Peace offering."

I looked down at the tin. I wanted to take it, but I said, "No thanks."

He snorted, "Come on man, we were talking, and I'm sorry about what happened. I really didn't think you were serious. Don't be sore about it man."

"Yeah, don't be sore man, the past is done." Simon said.

I took the tin and packed a lip. It was so good after so long, and I got a killer buzz from it. But we stood there in silence for a long time. Things would never be the same, I would never trust them again.

At lunch, I sat across from Kelly again. As I sad down, he took a book out of his bag and slid it to me across the table. It was a children's book names "A Different Everyone", and had a small boy in a wheelchair on the cover. Author, Kelly Davidson.

"Holy shit man, I thought you were kidding!" I said to him.

He only grinned and said, "I used a fake last name. Most of the letters I get think I'm a chick." I opened the book and skimmed some of the pages. "I drew all the pictures myself, and got some of the kids to color them for me."

"What's it about ?" I asked him.

"It's about how everyone is different, yet, still the same." He answered.

"What do you mean ?" I asked.

"Well, like, you got people who can't walk in chairs, and you got kids who can't eat certain foods, or need oxygen, and other problems. And yet, despite all these problems, they are still just normal people." He explained to me in his monotone.

"Sounds deep." I told him.

He only shrugged, "It's for kids." I went to slide the book back and he said, "Keep it."

"Thanks," I said, and went to eating my lunch.

"So, that big kid, Ryan's big brother. He won't be in school a while." Kelly told me.

"Why ?" I asked him.

"Some dude broke his arm and half of his ribs." He explained, watching me carefully. I knew right away: My dad.

"Gee, I'm really sad to hear that." Doing my bed impression of Kelly's monotone. He grinned and nodded.

I looked over at Ryan's table, and he was watching me across the cafeteria. I smiled at him and waved, and he made a fist and punched his hand. I laughed and went back to my lunch.

"You know, you just started another fight." Kelly told me.

"I don't care." I told him.

"How did you do it ?" He asked me. "Break his arm and ribs ?"

I shrugged, "I didn't." Then I grinned, "Musta been somebody else, officer."

Kelly smiled at that. The rest of lunch went down in silence. That day, I stayed after school and sat in the gym watching the girls, my sister, practice their volleyball. They pretty much practiced year around, which was why their team was one of the best in the state.

Her and one of her friends came up to me after their practice. We made some small talk.

"So, you like watching us play, do you ?" My sister asked.

I grinned and said, "Girls in tight shorts running around... I can't believe I passed this up for so long." They laughed, and I picked up their gym bags and walked with them out into the parking lot.

It was there they set upon us. There were 5 of them, and they surrounded us. Ryan and his bunch.

"Took you long enough, hiding in the gym with the rest of the girls." He said to me.

I looked around at them, and I felt the fight inside me rising. He dare do this while i'm with my sister and her friend ?

"I see you still need a group of pussies to fight." I said to him and threw one of the gym bags at him. I jumped at the nearest guy and slammed my fist into his face as hard as I could.

My sister's friend pulled my sister back and the guys tried to get around me again, ignoring the girls. My mind was only on the other kids. One made a jump at me, and I stepped back and kicked him in the family jools and he went down.

I jumped up on the hood of a car, and two steps took me to the other side. The two took off to run around the other side, and I ran into the two who came around the front. One tried to kick at me, but missed by a mile. I grabbed the one by his jacket and gave him a hard jerk and flung him into his idiot karate fighting friend.

My side was burning now, and I was pissed. I kicked the guy i'd just thrown in the face while he was on the ground and took a step back as Ryan and the other three tried to come at me again. This time, they were all in front of me, and I didn't run away. I jumped at Ryan and he flinched as I came.

One of his friends caught me in the face with a punch, I turned and drove a fist into his stomach. The other tried to throw his arms around me, and I stomped one of his feet as hard as I could.

It was then Kelly showed up. He pulled the guy off my back and stomped him in the stomach while he was on the ground. It was then Ryan pulled out a knife and made a lunge at me. He would have got me too, if Kelly hadn't caught his arm and elbowed him in the side.

The guy I kicked in the balls earlier came around the car ready for more fight. I went to punch the guy who hit me, and he slid sideways and hit my sore ribs. The world exploded in pain. I held my side. Kelly kicked Ryan in the balls and pulled a brass knuckle out of his jacket, and slammed his fist into the face of the guy who just hit me.

Hiding his hand behind his back, he went to the other guy coming back into the fight and split his face wide open with his brass knuckle. Ryan was starting to get up when I jumped on him and slammed him into the ground. I kneed him in the groin again and punched him in the face repeatedly before Kelly pulled me off him.

We stood there for a moment, "You okay ?" He asked me.

"Fine." I said. The guy i kicked in the face earlier was trying to push himself up, and Kelly kicked him in the side sending him rolling over.

"Hold it right there!" Came a deep commanding voice. We both froze. "Drop your weapon." The voice commanded. Conflict warred on Kelly's face, but then he let the knuckle slide off his fingers and held his hands up.

The cop came around with his gun drawn, and talked on his radio. He checked the other kids we'd just whipped, keeping his eyes on us. It was only a matter of minutes before his backup arrived.

"I should have let you kill him." Kelly said to me as the cops set to checking the kids we knocked out more thoroughly and waking them up. The knife was left where it fell. My sister and her friend stood back. They would be witnesses, i thought. Good witnesses, to prove that they started it, and brought out the knife.

"What happened here ?" The Vice Principal asked arriving.

"They attacked us." I said.

One cop came up and cuffed mine and Kelly's hands behind our backs. I glanced around and saw the other kids being cuffed as well.

My sister only watched with a look of horror on her face as me and Kelly were put into a squad car. The weapons were taken for evidence.
When it was all tolled, everyone was expelled from school, myself included. We all would have went to jail for assault had we been 18. Kelly got into extra trouble for his past infractions, plus he had the knuckles.

My dad picked us both up from the PD and took us home.

"So, you're Kelly ?" He asked as we sat in the living room.

"Yeah." Kelly answered.

"Well, I'm sorry for the trouble. But thanks for what you did."

"It was my pleasure." Kelly said in his monotone.

My dad got up and went to the fridge and took out three beers. "Here, you guys deserve it."

Kelly was surprised, but opened his beer and took a big drink from it. "Good." He said with a grin.

My dad nodded, "So, he had a knife, and almost stuck my son ?"

"Yes. But Adam hurt him, bad." Kelly said.

"Not as bad as those knuckles though, you should have seen that kid's face split open when Kelly hit him." I said after a drink.

"I've seen what knuckles can do." My dad said. He leaned foreward and ran a finger down a scar on the left side of his face, "First hand."

My sister and mom came down from the upstairs. My sister had been crying again. This time she didn't attack me, and only sat down meekly beside my dad. He put his arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

"What are you going to do now ?" My dad asked him.

"I don't know. Probably just drop out and get my GED. School was just a waste of time anyways." Kelly answered.

"Well," My dad said with a grin, "If you need a job, you can come work with me."

"Doing what ?" Kelly asked.

My dad told him, and we all stayed up late in the night talking. My dad took Kelly home around midnight. My mom had gone to bed some time before.

After they left, my sister sat down and put her arms around me. I put my arm around her, and we sat there for a long time, just holding eachother. I don't know if it was the buzz from the beer, but after all the excitement of the day, and despite all the trouble I was in... I felt pretty damn good.

 

Brilliant fight scene. Loved it

 

Love the story line! Love to see kelly bring his 12 yr old cousin to meet adam and his sister. :excited:

 

very good story so far

 

Right, bookmarked. Damn good writing, man. So rare do you find stories on here with real depth and character. Keep it up

 

wow, that's fucking awesome!
1st post on second page, btw

 

HA! LOL... nice one

 

(sorry this is late coming. I had this typed out once, but lost it again for some reason. Just got home, tired and sore... but Is gots plenty of the times for to type.)

I went to work with my dad that morning. Kelly showed up too, which I was glad to see. The first thing my dad showed me to do was how to hang siding. It wasn't hard work, and that was a blessing to my sore ribs. A small blessing, it still hurt when I had to pound the nails, but... complaining wouldn't help. I knew what my dad would say, "Man up, son!" He showed me how to line up the sides and keep them level, how to cut the pieces and fit them together. It was interesting work.

Kelly, however, got the short end of the stick. He was what they called the "ground man." That is, the man on the ground picking up shingles that was tore down, it was also his job to run tools and other things the guys on the roof needed. Including bundles of shingles that weigh around 70 pounds. As I learned later in my life, carrying 70 pound shingles up a ladder is not easy at all.

But, Kelly didn't complain either. Apparently, he'd already had the "man up!" lessons in his life. He even got complimented on his hard work, but due to his quiet nature, some of the other guys gave him the nickname "Silent Bob". It didn't last long though, since when they called him that, he ignored them until they used his name. After that first day, we started picking Kelly up in the morning so he didn't have try riding home on his bike with sore muscles. My dad also paid Kelly every day cash out of his pocket, which Kelly seemed to like. I didn't get paid! When I mentioned it, my dad only said, "I'll pay you when the job is over."

When I got home, my sister wasn't talking to me. She didn't stay in the same room as me, and barely even spoke at all. That hurt, and the worst part of it all, she didn't come to my room at night. This went on for three days. I go to work with dad when she leaves for school, I get home at 6 or 7, tired and sore, eat, bathe, and drop off into a deep sleep.

It was that third day I was fed up with it. So, after dinner, I went straight to her room.

I knocked on her door, "Come in." She said. I went inside and closed the door, and she was on me in an instant, hugging me tight and kissing at my face. It was a bit overwhelming, I got very hard very fast.

"What's wrong ?" I asked her when the kissing subsided. "Are you mad at me or something ?"

"No." She told me. "I needed time alone to think. I missed you a lot. I snuck into your room every night, but you were already asleep. So... I just watched you for a little bit."

It was a bit disturbing finding out that I was watched in my sleep... but I liked knowing she wasn't mad at me for some reason. "What's on your mind ?" I asked her.

She only smiled up at me in the way that makes my throat tight and my palms ache. "I'll tell you later."

I stole another kiss from her before opening her door and stepping into the hallway between rooms... and ran right into my father.

He arched his eyebrow in a question that never reached his lips. "I asked her about school. I wanted to know what everyone was saying." I told him.

"Ohh." He said. He took out a tube of ben-gay and handed it to me. "I had your mom buy you a tube of this. It'll help soothe your sore muscles after work."

"Thanks!" I said, taking the tube. I all but ran into my room to get away from him.

I pulled my socks off, and sat down on the edge of my bed. I opened the tube and smelled it, before rubbing some of it on my shoulders and arms. I laid back in my bed and clicked the TV on Comedy Central. I was determined to stay awake this time when she came into my room... Then I dropped off into a deep slumber.

She woke me up that night by sliding under the covers and kissing me until i woke up enough to kiss back. She was naked. She straddled me on the bed, and guided my dick to her pussy. I slid inside her, and she let out a quiet moan. She rocked her hips rapidly. I groaned in pleasure as my eyes rolled back into my head. I want to say i preformed like a stalion, but after three days of tension and missing her, I came fairly quickly. At least, compared to the last time we did it, where she came well before I did.

I felt the tension drain out of my sore muscles as I orgasmed, and she collapsed onto my chest. I put an arm around her and stroked her lower back with my finger tips and we laid in this emgrace for a short time in silence.

"Something smells good." She said breaking the quiet.

"It's ben-gay. Dad gave me some." I told her.

"I like the way it smells." She said.

There was another short silence before she said, "I think I'm pregnant."

It was one of those "Ohh fuck!!!!! I'm fucking fucked!" with a sinking feeling in my chest, accompanied by a "Ohh fucking yeah! I am fuckin' awesome!" rising in my chest. It was a very confusing feeling, the conflict of emotions.

When I mentally recovered I asked, keeping my tone as clear and cool as I could, "how do you know ?"

"I didn't have my period this month... and... I just know." she told me. When I didn't say anything she asked, "Are you mad ?"

I didn't answer, and instead, I rolled her over onto her back, and gently, slowly, tenderly, slid my hard dick inside her. She let out a gasp and put her hands around my neck. I pumped slowly with my hips, and grunted every time I slid in. This slow fucking felt so wonderful, and she moaned and grunted quietly along with me as I went in and out, back and fourth, slowly. The orgasm I had was so explosive I actually let out a loud moan and saw stars as I shot my cum inside her.

This time, it was my turn to collapse on top of her, my cheek next her hers, my face buried in her hair. She gently stroked my back with one hand and ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head.

"Ohh god I love you so much." I whispered into her ear.

She continued kneading my head for a moment before saying, "I'm glad."

I pulled my head up and kissed her gently on the lips and said, "I could never get mad at you. You're my moon goddess, my Selene."

She kissed me on the lips sweetly... and I dropped off into a deep dreamless slumber.

 

Wow, just wow. Amazing. Pregnant huh, cant wait to see what happens here

 

I was wondering how long it would take for her to get pregnant.

 

Just....wow..

This story is fucking amazing dude, was a little weary at first but damn am i glad i kept reading. I'm so into this story i was getting sad everytime they fucked, i was scared they'd get caught. but A+++++ excellent job.:excited::wink:

 

That next day at work, I was tired. So very tired. The staying up late for sex takes it's toll. I worked hard, and no one seemed to care about my yawns, but by the end of the day when 6 o'clock rolled around, I was ready to go home. Except, we worked until 7. Fuck! I said.

My dad caught me dipping at lunch. He didn't say anything. He simply gave me that disappointed and disapproving look... but he didn't say anything. I felt bad at the time, but now that I am older, I look back on that and I understood why. He'd accepted me as a man. I should have been proud.

That night my mother made lasagna, perhaps my favorite food. They say that hunger is the best spice, and they are right. It was the best meal I'd ever eaten. I was so tired after the meal, i don't even remember climbing into bed, with my work clothes still on, and falling asleep.

My sister woke me up around 4 AM.

"You stink." She said to me. And it was true. I did stink, and I felt grimy, and itchy.

She gave me that sly grin that i couldn't help but smile at, took my hand, and lead me downstairs, very quietly, i might add, to the downstairs shower. I let her take my clothes off, and I took my time taking hers off. I loved to strip her down, savoring the way she twisted and turned her body when I pulled her shirt up, and the way she grabbed my hair as I slid her pajama pants down.

She wore nothing underthem, which if my dick could have gotten any harder, it would have. She stepped into the shower and gave me a hungry look. This time, she was hungry like the wolf. She kissed me on the lips, and began rubbing the hot water all over my body, making sure I was wet. Then she began rubbing some of her own body wash on me to clean me. I didn't care what she rubbed on me at that point. It felt so good, her hands sliding over my sore muscles and my tender side.

She pushed my head down, and I kissed her navel as she began washing my hair. I loved it, her hands clensing my dirty grimy body. When she was done, She stood me up, and then knelt down herself and washed my hard penis. She slowly began jerking me off, she cupped my balls with one hand, and pulled my dick with the other.

She didn't jerk me all the way off though. She stood up, and then using a wash rag, rinsed all the soap from me. When she was satisfied that I was clean, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her naked body against mine, and kissed me. I kissed her back for a long time, running my hands up and down the small of her back to her ass cheeks.

I lifted her leg, and slid up inside her. She grunted and threw one arm around me as she pitched to one side. She almost brought us both down. I fucked her hot, hard, and fast. Thrusting up with my hips hard with a lurch that made her moan and change her grip on my neck as she leaned to one side.

I came, inside her like usual. Then she stood there leaning against me as the water poured over us. She kissed me and i held her chin as I kissed her back. After out little moment passed, we rinsed ourselves off, and stepped out into the biting October night. We toweled ourselves off fast, and and wrapped ourselves in dry ones. Then went upstairs slowly.

"I'm going to bed now. Goodnight" She wispered in my ear.

I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Good night."

"I love you." She said.

I smiled and said, "I love you too."

"Goodnight." She told me as she slowly opened her door.

"Goodnight." I replied. She smiled and disappeared into her room.

I put on the clothes I would be wearing for work tomorrow. Sleep came to me rapidly now that I felt clean. The hard fucking helped, but i fell asleep fast. It was that night we dropped another one of those big clues.

We left our clothes on the bathroom floor.

 

damn! haha iv been reading this story over the past 3 nights and its gota be the best story iv read. i can't wait for more to come out! its really griping and interesting. and i honestly hope you don't add things that you didn't orriginaly intend because your immagination and writing style is amazing. keep up the good work.

 

Great job Nate this is one of those story's that i cant stop reading "BOOKMARKED" keep up the great work

 

Brillaint job. I love how these clues are coming out one by one, making it more intense.

 

pregnant .... wow...I am very curious about the things to come...