Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2008 14:54:10 -0600 From: Erin <tranquility32@hotmail.com> Subject: Family Games Part 5 Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy. It contains depictions of sexual acts between minors and incest. If easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. Comments are welcome to tranquility32@hotmail.com. I'd love to hear what people think and again, thank you to those who have commented. I know that I got the first four parts up pretty quickly, but thanks for being patient with me from here on out if it takes a little longer for subsequent parts. Enjoy! --------------- The next morning I woke up earlier than usual despite having a late night. I tossed and turned some but just wasn't able to fall back asleep, so I finally got up and put on my tshirt. I walked over to the bathroom and turned the shower on, stepping under the water when it got warm. My mind wandered back to the events of last night and I felt my pussy become slick with wetness. Rather than get myself off though, I savored the tension as I washed my hair. Once I finished my shower, I wrapped the towel I had used to roughly dry my hair around myself, gathered my tshirt, and opened the bathroom door. David was poised outside ready to knock. His gaze swept quickly down my body and then he looked away, refusing to meet my eyes. "Morning," I said, looking up at him. He grunted in response, still not looking at me. I waited for him to move so I could go back to my room. When he continued to stand there looking at the floor I put my hand on his chest meaning to give him a little push. As soon as I touched him though, he jumped back about a foot. "Jesus, relax. I'm not going to pounce on you," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. I walked back to my room to get dressed and heard the bathroom door gently close behind me. Since it was a Saturday, I didn't bother doing anything with my wet hair besides brushing it and then I threw on a pair of jeans and an old football jersey. When I made it to the kitchen, I saw Mom & Dad standing at the counter. As I watched, Dad reached over and ran his hand across Mom's ass. I walked up next to them and reached up to get a bowl from the cupboard above Dad's head. "Get a room, guys," I joked. Mom looked over at me and gave me a look, but Dad laughed and playfully gave her ass a smack before sitting down at the table. I grabbed a box of cereal, a spoon, and my bowl and took them to the table before going back to the fridge for milk and an orange. I sat down, poured my bowl of cereal, and started peeling the orange. Mom sat down at the table with her bowl of fruit and yogurt just as David came into the kitchen. He saw the cereal on the table and went to get a bowl and spoon before sitting down. "Morning, sweetie," Mom said to David. "Morning," he mumbled through a yawn. "Sleep well?" "Umm, yeah, fine," he said, but I saw his ears redden with embarrassment. I smirked to myself knowing full-well that he hadn't gotten any more sleep than I had. "So, what are your guys' plans for the day?" Mom asked both of us. David replied with a shrug and I said that I didn't really know. "There's a movie I was thinking about maybe seeing this afternoon," I said. I turned to my brother. "You wanna go, David?" I asked. "David?" He still hadn't looked at me and I was getting irritated. I picked up a piece of orange peel and chucked it at him. It bounced off his forehead and onto the table. "What?" he asked with exasperation, finally looking at me. His eyes looked worried and I knew that he was conflicted about what had happened last night. I smiled over at him letting him know I wasn`t upset. "Do you want to go to a movie with me this afternoon?" I asked again, slowly, punctuating every word. Seeing that I wasn't mad at him, a slow smile began to spread across his face. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good," he said, sighing with relief. "Well, you two have fun then. Dad and I are going to run into town to get some shopping done in a bit," Mom said, getting up to take her bowl to the sink. We finished breakfast without saying much else. Dad finished reading the paper and then he and Mom went to shower, get dressed, and get ready to go. By ten, they were heading out the door. I was anticipating having a conversation with David about last night, but as soon as Mom and Dad left, he went to his room and shut the door. Sighing, I sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV. It wasn't until a little after two that David finally emerged from his room. I was standing at the stove working on making mac & cheese. He jumped onto the counter next to me and leaned over to see what I was making. "What time's the movie start?" he asked. "Quarter after three," I told him. "We should leave a little before." The noodles were done boiling, so I took the pan over to the sink to dump them in a colander. Once they were drained, I dumped them back in the pan and added the milk, butter, and cheese. As I stirred, I nodded to pan, silently asking if David wanted any. He shrugged, so I went and got two plates and forks and spooned some on each plate. I handed one to him and then took mine into the living room and sat on the couch, pulling my feet up underneath me. He followed behind me and sat in the chair next to me. We sat for a few minutes eating in silence and watching a random Saturday afternoon movie that was on. After about ten minutes I decided to actually bring up the subject of last night. "So, are we going to talk about what happened or are you going to keep avoiding me?" I asked. He looked up from his empty plate with an uncomfortable expression on his face. "What's there to talk about?" Hoping to drop the subject, I'm sure, he got up to take his plate to the kitchen. I watched him go and rolled my eyes. I heard him turn on the water to wash the dishes. He was scrubbing out the pan when I walked in behind him. I leaned against the counter next to the sink, watched for a moment, and then reached up and took the dish towel off his shoulder where he had put it. I reached for the pan once he had rinsed it and started to dry. "I liked it," I said quietly. His hands stilled in the water. I looked over at him and saw him shake his head. He sighed heavily but said, "Yeah, me too." We made quick work of the few other dishes and he reached over for the towel to dry his hands. "You do know that we can't do anything like that again, right?" he asked. We were both leaning against the counter now, facing each other. "Why not?" I asked, looking up at him. "Are you kidding me?" "No, why not? We`re not kids anymore; we know what we`re doing--" "Exactly," he interrupted. "It's not like when we were kids and just messing around. We actually know the consequences. Christ, why do you think I suddenly stopped what we were doing back then?" "I always wondered. I missed playing around after," I told him. He must have seen some of the sadness in my eyes because his expression softened. "Yeah, I missed it, too. But once I started cumming...I knew it wouldn't be long before I wanted to actually fuck you. Hell, I was already thinking about it, but after that I knew I couldn't take that risk." I nodded. "I kind of figured as much," I said. I began stepping closer to him and he backed away until he was backed against the counter behind him. "But David," I continued, "Things are different now. We can be careful. I'm already being careful; I've been on the pill for the last year." His eyebrows raised in surprise. "I thought you knew that," I said. He shook his head. "Oh...well, yeah, ever since I started regularly dating. Mom and I thought it would be a good idea just in case anything got serious." He was intrigued, I could tell. "So, has anything gotten serious?" he asked. "Are you asking if I'm a virgin?" I replied with a smile. He shrugged and I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't change the subject. Look, you're my brother- my best friend- and I love you. Last night was amazing and I don't see the problem. I'm just talking about having a good time together. We're not hurting anyone and no one has to know. Our secret game, right?" I asked, recalling our childhood games. David's resolve was wavering and I took another step towards him. We were barely touching. I put my hands on either side of him on the counter. "Why not?" I asked again, looking up at his face. He leaned down just slightly and I knew he had broken. I licked my lips and leaned into him, my face tilted up. He bent down the rest of the way and met my lips with his. I opened my mouth and then his tongue was stroking against mine and I moaned into his mouth. His hands had moved to my hips and he roughly pulled me against him. He cupped my ass and picked me up, spinning us around and setting me on the counter. I opened my legs and he stepped between them. My knees hooked on his hips and I pulled him into me. We continued making out and he began rocking himself against me. I could feel that he was hard and was just about to reach between us to unbutton my jeans when I looked at the clock. It was almost ten to three. "Crap," I said, breaking the kiss. "We need to go if we're going to see the movie." "Are you serious?!" he asked. I leaned away from him and raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, I am. I really want to see this movie." He took a step back, shook his head at me, and sighed. "Alright, let's go," he said. "I'm driving," I told him. I jumped off the counter and went to get my keys and a sweatshirt jacket. He was waiting at the door for me when I came back out. I leaned up to give him one more quick kiss before we went outside. "By the way," I said, opening the front door, "No." "No, what?" he asked "I'm not a virgin." I walked out to my car and got in. He was a little slow in following, but got in the passenger seat and didn't say anything aside from, "Is there a reason you had to drive?" "Why wouldn't you want me to drive?" I asked. He looked over at me, rolled his eyes, and snorted. "What? I'm a perfectly good driver." "Sure," he said. I knew he was only saying it because he knew it annoyed me. I really am a fine driver; I just tend to be a little aggressive in my acceleration and shifting. We got to the theatre though without incident, bought our tickets, and went in. There were less than ten other people in the theatre and they were pretty spread out. David and I took seats towards the back, behind everyone. We were only in our seats about five minutes before the lights dimmed and the trailers started. The movie was nothing spectacular. It was something with lots of action and not a lot of story, but I like all kinds of movies, even the somewhat-lame ones. It was a good thing that there wasn't a lot of story to pay attention to anyway because my mind kept wandering back to making out with David in the kitchen. I was beginning to get warm, so I shrugged out of my sweatshirt jacket and laid it on my lap. I looked over at David, saw he was smirking at me, and knew that he had figured out where my thoughts were concentrated. I leaned back in my seat and tried to concentrate on the movie. After about fifteen minutes, David surprised me by reaching over and grabbing my sweatshirt. He folded it in half and laid it across his lap. I laughed under my breath. "Real subtle," I mumbled. He was still facing the screen, but was smiling. Because everyone was in front of us and concentrating on the movie, curiosity got the better of me. I slowly reached over and slid my hand underneath my sweatshirt to lay it on David's leg. I felt him tense up. Still looking at the screen, I began to slide my hand up until I encountered his cock, hard against his leg. He must have been uncomfortable, not being able to adjust. I gave him a gentle squeeze and he jumped a little. Feeling secure in the darkness and looking at nothing but the backs of people's heads, I moved my hand to the fly of David's jeans and unbuttoned them. I was trying to get the zipper down with one hand (a difficult feat) when he leaned over. "What are you doing?" he hissed in my ear. "Helping you out," I whispered back. "You want me to stop?" In response, he slipped his hand under the jacket and held his jeans steady so I could unzip them easier. When I had the zipper down all the way, he pulled his hand back out and laid it on the armrest. I reached into his pants, grasped his cock, and gently pulled it out, making sure he was still concealed under my sweatshirt. He sighed. "Better?" I asked. I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye. I began slowly stroking him. He was incredibly hard and there was already some precum on the tip which I spread down with my stroking. I started using a twisting motion and picked up my speed. I longed to lean over and take him into my mouth, but I wasn't feeling quite that brave. David reached back under the sweatshirt and wrapped his hand around his balls. He began breathing heavier and lightly thrusting up into my hand. "Close...," he whispered. I was surprised at how quickly, but then realized that it would take almost nothing for me to cum right then because I had been turned on since we had left the house and I assumed it was the same for him. I stroked him harder and leaned over to whisper against his ear. "Catch some in your hand." He turned his head toward me. "What? Why?" he asked, incredulous. "Just do it," I said. A few strokes later, I felt his hand leave his balls and move to the tip of his cock. He quietly grunted under his breath, hunched over a little in the chair, and I felt him begin to cum. I kept moving my hand, gently squeezing on each upstroke, milking every last bit of cum out of him. He exhaled heavily and sat back in the seat. I gave him one last stroke and then pulled my hand out from under the sweatshirt. "Did you do it?" I asked quietly. "Yeah," he said. "Let me see." He brought his hand out from under the shirt and held it in front of me. I could see some of his cum sitting in his cupped hand. Without saying a word, I leaned forward and licked his hand clean. I heard David's quick intake of breath and smiled, thrilled at surprising him. After a moment he pulled his hand back and wiped it, without thinking, on my shirt. When he realized what he had done, he grimaced and apologized under his breath. "Don't worry about it," I said. "It's not like it's clean anymore." "No, I guess not," he chuckled. He leaned over and kissed my neck. "That was great." We settled back and continued watching the movie. After a minute I saw him reach back under the shirt and tuck himself in and zip his pants. When the movie finished, we walked back out to my car. After getting in, I held my hand out for my sweatshirt and he gave it to me. I unfolded it and saw the streaks on the black material. "Fuck, that's hot!" I said. He was smiling at me and I tossed the shirt into the backseat. I started the car and we drove home. ---------------- I hope everyone likes it. I'd love to hear if there is anything in particular that people like about it. More to come!