Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2010 17:41:31 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milk pt 10

Mom and Lizzie were in the kitchen, and the twins and I were on the living
room floor playing cards when Ethan, Anna, and Ellie returned home -- Dad
left early from the university to pick them up at the airport. Ethan
exploded through the front door, dropping his bag, and he was on me before
I had a chance to get up. He jumped onto my back, laughing. He tickled. I
rolled under him. We wrestled.

Hearing the commotion, Mom and Lizzie came from the kitchen. The twins
piled on, climbing onto Ethan's back like two bareback riders.

Even so, Ethan managed to stay on top of me, straddling my hips. He grabbed
my wrists to pin them, and then his mouth was on mine. He kissed me hard,
right there in front of Dad and Mom.

For a quiet moment, everyone just watched us kiss. But then Ben shot
everything all to hell.

Leaning over Ethan's shoulder, he said, "Mom and David made a baby."

"They had sex," Jon added, leaning forward behind Ben to add his
contribution.

"We watched," Ben said.

If ever life went out of a kiss, it did that afternoon. Ethan lifted his
face from mine with the kind of expression you see in a horror movie when
the hero realizes he has been kissing a corpse.

"Ben!" Margie chided. "We were going to tell them about it later."

Ethan's mouth twisted. He looked sick; like he might throw up on me.

"Mom!" Ellie wailed in protest. "You fucked David? Why?"

Ethan bucked off the twins and jumped up off me like he couldn't get off
fast enough.

"David got you pregnant?" Anna asked in a puzzled voice.

Ethan didn't wait for any answers. He grabbed up his bag and headed for the
stairs.

"Ethan," Dad called. "Let us explain."

But Ethan was gone. He was gone from the room, and he was gone from me. He
didn't come down for supper, and I was afraid to go up to our room. He
didn't say a word to me when I saw him later in the kitchen when he did get
something to eat. He didn't stay downstairs to watch TV. And that night, he
slept with Anna. He left the house early in the morning. I figured he left
for Jason's.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I realized that Ellie wasn't speaking
to me either. I just hadn't been paying attention to her. My mind was on
Ethan. My stomach was in a knot.

Ethan didn't come home for supper.

"We need to talk to him," Margie told Dad at supper. "We need to sit him
down and explain everything."

"Like what?" Ellie demanded.

Mom and Dad explained to Ellie and Anna how Dad couldn't make Margie
pregnant, but that Margie wanted to have his baby, and that I could do that
for them. Ellie looked skeptical. Anna looked at me in a different
way... almost like she was imagining what it would be like if she and I
made a baby.

As we left the table, Anna quietly took my hand and I followed her upstairs
to her room. She closed the door and pressed her body to mine. She was
eleven, with budding breasts and a pink down above her pussy that would
soon become a bush. And I think that down in her prepubescent womb,
something new was stirring; a desire to mate in every sense of the
word... with me. Though I couldn't have put it in words, I felt it in the
press of her body... something different, something subtle, something new.

I held her and kissed her. I needed her.  I was hurting, and I needed her
comfort; comfort I didn't need or want from Margie, not from a parent, but
comfort from my sister. At that particular moment, I didn't want to ever
have sex with Margie again. She made me lose Ethan. I didn't want to be
Margie's lover. I didn't want to be her mate. I wanted Ethan. I wanted my
sisters. I wanted my little twin brothers. I wanted things to be back like
they were.

Anna was in a t-shirt. I lifted it off her and cupped one of the small
mounds of her breasts with my hand, caressing it as we kissed. I was
shirtless and barefoot. Anna pushed at the waistbands of my shorts and
boxers, pushing them down off my hips. I helped with my free hand, and they
dropped to the floor. Anna closed her hand around my dick.

I unfastened the front button of her shorts and pushed her shorts and
panties down off her hips. They fell to the floor. I cupped my hand between
her legs. She stroked my dick. I fingered her pussy. It was damp. It was
bald. It was smaller and firmer than Margie's, and hairless. It was
innocent, like I wanted to be again.

Anna aimed my dick at her slit. She rubbed my glans over the top of it and
over her clit. She grew wetter. I turned her, back to the wall, and bent my
knees between her legs so we could angle my dick up into her slit. She
aimed me in, and then pulled her hand away as I slid my dick up into her
vagina; so much snugger, so much tighter than Margie's; so much more right
for me.

I grabbed Anna up by the butt, pulling her off the floor and onto my
cock. With her back pressed to the wall, I drove up into her while she held
my shoulders and kissed me. I wasn't tall for fourteen, or overly strong,
and Anna was tall for eleven. Our position wasn't working as well as I
thought it would. Holding her up by the butt, I carried her to the bed,
managed to get up on it with her, and then fell over onto her, missionary
style.

Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pressing
the side of her face to mine. My arms were under her back, holding her to
me. We had been having sex for several weeks. We had become lovers of
sorts, and I did feel comfort in her arms. I didn't feel the same way for
her as I did for Ethan; he was different. But I did have feelings for Anna,
and it felt good for my dick to rest so comfortably inside her while my
balls draped under her butt, and for us to be holding one another while I
circled my hips slowly, grinding myself around inside her, feeling the
slide of her vagina on my glans.

"I love you," I whispered at her ear, and at that moment, I did; and I was
grateful for her.

Anna's arms and legs tightened around me. Her pelvis pulled up hard against
mine. That provoked a reflexive thrust of my own pelvis; a deep, satisfying
thrust. She ground her pussy onto my cock, and it was the first time I felt
hunger in her pussy the way I had felt it in Margie's. It was the first of
many things that would remind me of her mother, but in Anna, those things
were still young and pure.

We held each other and thrust. I thrust my dick into her and she thrust her
pussy all the way to my pubic bone to take me. I had not had sex in two
days, and I came. But I stayed inside her and she clung to me as if wanting
to absorb my sperm.

I ground inside her and we began again. We rolled to our sides and
thrust. We rolled with her on top. Her legs dropped outside mine, and I
pulled my knees up between them, planting my feet on the bed. I squeezed
the globes of her butt and she caressed my head while her tongue probed
into my mouth with eleven-year-old impetuosity. She ground and kissed hard,
and she came, bouncing back against my legs. I felt our liquids drip down
my balls.

We slowed. We spoke softly to one another's ear while I continued to move
inside her. We talked about their trip, and then about Ethan. She said he
felt betrayed.

"You have sex with Dad and you have sex with Mom," she told me. "It's not
the same as having sex with us kids. When it was just us, we all knew that
you and Ethan were together... it was like you two were the 'parents'. But
now you have Mom and Dad and Ethan isn't important."

"But he is important," I told her. "I won't ever have sex with Mom or Dad
again. I want Ethan back. I want us all back like we were."

Anna was silent a moment. "You never told me you loved me before," she
whispered.

I pulled my head back to look up into her large, clear eyes. I moved my
dick around in her snug, wet warmth and my eyes traveled over her
attractive features, so much like her brother's. "What would be perfect
someday," I told her, "would be to marry you... and Ethan."

Anna's brow knitted as she considered the idea. Then she smiled and took my
face in her hands to kiss me. I kissed her back, and rolled us onto her
back so I could fuck hard and come again.





I left Anna's room at our regular bedtime, and went up to Ethan's and my
room, waiting for him to come home. When it grew obvious he wouldn't be
sleeping in his bed, I went looking for him, room to room.  I was
naked. The house was quiet. He wasn't with Ellie and Lizzie, nor was he
with the twins. I even opened the door to Mom and Dad's room, something I
never did. They were sleeping.  I didn't think Ethan would be there, and he
wasn't. I returned to Anna's bed and crawled in behind her. She snuggled
back against me and I wrapped an arm over her side.

She woke me in the night. We were facing, on our sides. She pressed her
belly and chest to mine. Her body felt hot and feverish. She clasped my
face in her hands and pressed her mouth hard to mine. I grew hard almost
instantly. Anna cocked a leg over my hip, opening herself to me. I eased my
dick inside her while she clung to my face and her tongue probed my mouth.

I shoved my top leg forward between her legs and twisted my hips to get a
better angle into her. Anna's hips started thrusting, even before mine. I
grabbed her butt and thrust back. She clutched my face and kissed me
feverishly while we fucked, all the way until she came, and then she threw
her head back and cried out, and I thought the whole house would wake. But
by then, i was so worked up myself that I covered her small breast with my
mouth and sucked hard and and fucked her through her climax and into my
own.



The sun was well up when I woke in the morning. Anna and I were sleeping
butt-to-butt, the way Ethan and I sometimes did. Quietly, so as not to wake
her, I got up from bed and found my way to the john for a piss. For the
first time since Ethan had come home, I wasn't hurting so much. In fact, I
had a warm feelinig from my night with Anna.

Margie was sipping coffee in the kitchen naked. Clothing was rapidly
becoming optional in our house. I had pulled on shorts, but Margie still
looked me over approvingly and smiled. "Someone had fun last night," she
said. "We heard Anna... and her bed."

I nodded, not really caring to reply, and even thought about leaving the
kitchen. I went to the fridge for milk.

"Why don't you come over here and give me a morning hug," Margie said with
a grin.

I frowned, hesitating.

"Oh, David, I'm sorry about Ethan," she said. "You know, he's not happy
with me either."

At that moment, Anna appeared at the door, naked. She held up her fingers
and looked at them wonderingly. There was blood on her middle finger. "I
think I'm having a period," she said.