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 Chapter Five

   The two years that followed were happy years, but then a couple of
things happened that changed things.

   Jilly's dad took a promotion and moved the family three states over.

   Pammy turned twelve and six months into her twelfth year had her first
period.  And Mom took her to the doctor for her first pelvic exam.  Tragedy
struck.  He pulled Mom out of the examining room away from Pammy and said
in a serious tone, "Mrs.  Stephens, I have to ask you something."

   Mom gasped.  "What?"

   "Your daughter shows signs of being sexually active."

   Mom wrangled the truth out of Pammy on the way home.  I was greeted by
Pammy in tears and was screamed at and sent to my room to await the arrival
of my dad.

   When Dad got home, I was confronted by both parents, their faces more
serious than I've ever seen them.  I was packed off to Mom's brother's farm
the next day, Dad alternating between ripping on me and total silence.  I
didn't even get to see my sister before I left.

   It was two days before I got a phone call from Mom.  She was in tears,
but they left me at the uncle's for four more days.  I was devastated.  I
was fourteen, too big to cry, but I couldn't think straight, and the world
had lost its joy.

   After a week, Dad and Mom and Pammy showed up.  Dad told me to pack my
stuff.  I was coming home.

   Dad spoke first when we got back on the road home.  "I know you and
Pammy have been having sex."

   "Yessir," I said.  I figured the next stop was that mythological home
for juvenile delinquent boys.

   "Did you EVER force her to do anything?" Mom asked.

   "No ma'am," I answered, truthfully.  "We just started playing together
that way."

   "Pammy said you never did.  She said you and she just started playing
like that."

   "I suppose," I said.  "We were just playing.  It was fun.  We liked it."

   Dad's turn.  "Pammy didn't eat for a week while you were gone.  She
cried all the time.  You mom and I have been talking."

   I waited for the hammer to fall.  What came next, I wasn't ready for.

   "We know that once young people start having sex, it is almost
impossible to make them stop.  We don't want Pammy doing it with other
boys. That would be very bad for her.  Her reputation.  She could get
diseases.  You can't do it with other girls, either.  Same thing. 
Diseases, or you get some girl pregnant and have to get married."

   I gave Dad my full attention.  He continued.  "So Pammy wants her
brother back.  You're coming home.  And Mom and I don't think we can watch
you all the time to make you not have sex with your little sister.  But Mom
got her some of those new birth control pills so she won't get pregnant. 
And if you and she only do it with each other, then we don't have to worry
about diseases."

   What was I hearing?  Mom's turn.  "But you must know that if ANYBODY
ever found out that you two were having sex, you'd lose your reputations in
a very horrible way.  Dad and I could go to jail, and you two could end up
in foster homes and never see each other again.  So it's got to be the most
strictest secret.  In public, you're brother and sister.  You've been doing
a good job so far.  If the doctor hadn't told me, we would have never found
out.  You have to keep that up, harder than ever."

   Dad started again.  "I can't get hold of this in my mind very good, that
my kids are having sex with each other.  That's just too hard to accept. 
So I NEVER want to see you treating each other like anything but normal
brother and sister in front of us.  Never!  Got that?"

   "Okay," I said.

   "And," Dad continued, "I don't want to hear you two, if you do anything
when Mom and I are at home.  That shouldn't be too hard.  You two had us
fooled for how long?"

   I didn't know how to answer that.  "I don't know, Dad," I said.  "I
guess after Mom stopped us from bathing together."

   "Well, I don't want to know.  I don't want you and Pammy rubbing our
noses in what you're doing.  And you must never tell anybody."

   "Yessir."

   Pammy scooted over to my side and put her arms around my neck, tears
running down her face.  "I'm sorry, Dan," she cried.  "I'm sorry.  But I
missed you soooo much."

   Dad barked, "Get back on your side of the car, Pammy!" Pammy scooted
back against the window on her end of the back seat.  Dad continued, "I'm
sorry, son, but it's going to take a while for me and your mom to get used
to all this."

   I spent the rest of the forty-five minute trip staring out of the
window. We got home and I unloaded my travel bag into my room and sat
there. Pammy walked up the hall to her room and shyly looked in my door. 
Her blue eyes were tear-reddened, but she gave a slight hint of a smile.

   The next few days were tense.  I felt like I was tip-toeing around the
house, but gradually I got back into something like a normal routine, going
out to play with my friends in the neighborhood, passing off my week's
absence as a trip to my uncle's farm.  Dad was working every weekday, and
Mom never left the house unless she had Pammy with her.

   About a week of this, and Mom was rummaging around the kitchen.  Pammy
wasn't her normal bubbly little self, either.  But on this morning, Mom
said, "Pammy, get in the car.  We need to go do some errand."

   To my surprise, Pammy spoke up, "Mom, can I stay home?  I don't feel
like riding around."

   Even more surprising was Mom's answer.  "Okay.  I suppose that's okay."
And five minutes later, I heard Mom's car leave the drive.  And before it
hit the end of the street, Pammy was at the door of my bedroom.

   I looked at my precious little sister.  Twelve now, edging into
womanhood, still a pre-teen, though.  The straight lines of her little girl
body were changing.  Her hips had taken a decided curve, and her chest was
showing the beginnings of breasts, and it had been almost three weeks since
I'd touched her.  "Hi, Pammy," I said.  "Are you alright?" She ran into my
arms.

   "I miss my brother," she said, tears in her eyes, and she wrapped her
arms around my neck and showered me with dozens of quick kisses.  Finally
our lips synched and tongues met and emotions gelled and we held onto one
another.  "I miss you so much."

   "I miss my Pammy, too, you know." I had her pulled tightly.  She wiggled
and I let her go and she jumped astride my lap and resumed her embrace. 
Another long kiss, and this time there was hunger in it.

   "I thought I lost you forever," she said.  "Mom an' Dad were soooo mad.
They said horrible things.  I cried.  I told them that you never made me do
anything, and we just liked playing like that and if they didn't bring you
home I was gonna starve myself and run away.  And I cried all day.  Every
day.  And when they tried to talk to me and tell me how this was wrong and
you and to be gone I cried some more." She looked at me.  "And so they
finally had to give up.  And I got you back." She smiled shyly.  "DO you
still love me like that?"

   "You're my sister.  I will ALWAYS love you, Pammy." I looked at those
blue eyes and kissed her again.  Hard.  And hugged her hard against me.

   She looked into my eyes.  "But, do you, like, still want to DO stuff
like we used to?"

   I kissed her again.  She relaxed downward into my lap and insinuated her
crotch against mine.  And felt a familiar presence.  A twinkle I'd missed
for three weeks was in those eyes.  "Something misses me," she said, and
then there was a giggle.

   "You betcha," I said.  "I dreamed about you at night.  " I slid my hands
down her sides and cupped a butt cheek in each hand and pulled her against
me.  "But," I said, "Pammy, you need to understand something."

   "What?" Concern clouded her face.

   "I love you like a sister, but I love you MORE than that, too, and you
know, I was thinking while we were apart."

   She asked, "What were you thinking, Dan?"

   "I love you.  Like a sister, but like a girlfriend, and I know we're
young, but I don't think I will ever love you different or stop loving you
either way.  I mean, the sex stuff is fun with you, but it's like it made
us closer than just brother and sister could ever be.  It's special.  When
I do it with you, it's like we're gluing ourselves together and nothing can
take us apart.  It was fun with Jilly, too, but I didn't feel like it was
gluing us together on the inside."

   Blue eyes gazed into mine.  She stated simply, "I know.  I love you,
too. Like that." And another kiss, and I felt her jean-clad crotch slide
against my own denim-clad erection, and the movement hardened me to a new
level.

   I caressed the front of her cotton t-shirt and felt her budding breasts.
My thumbs stroked each nipple and her eyes closed and she sighed, and then
fastened her mouth to my neck.  "Gah," she said, "you make me quiver."

   She stood up and calmly stripped off her clothes to delightful nudity,
then while I sat almost in a trance, she knelt in front of me and unbuckled
my belt and popped the button on my jeans.  I laid backward across my bed
and she pulled the zipper down on my jeans then tugged on them.  I raised
my butt up off the bed and she stripped them down to my thighs, then tugged
at the waistband of my shorts.  I raised up again and she pulled those down
to meet my jeans then relieved me of both.  I sat up and peeled off my own
t-shirt.  By the time I'd tossed it aside she was sliding her nude, lithe
body along mine and bare skin touched bare skin.

   Our naked bodies twined together in a passionate embrace and when we
finally broke, the giggle was back.  She slid up a little higher, on her
knees astraddle me, her hot pussy leaking juices on my dick and balls, and
those new titties were just the hintings of swellings, delectably in front
of my face.  Her nipples were hard, pink, with wrinkly little excited
aureoles.  My lips found one nipple, my hand found the other, and her
breath escaped in a sigh verging on a hiss.  Her hips slid forward dragging
her little clit along the ridge on the underside of my dick, then she
pressed down and gave a little wiggle, then another giggle.

   "Gah, Dan, I missed you soooo much." Her hand was behind my head pulling
my mouth hard onto her titty.  She twined her fingers in my hair, then
pulled me away from her chest and bent her head down and our lips met
again. "I wanna do EVERYTHING!"

   "Oh, Pammy, I do too.  I do too.  I'm starving for you."

   "You wanna EAT me?  Is that what my Dan wants?"

   "Gosh, yes," I hissed.

   The giggles were like tinkling bells as she swapped directions and I
found myself with my sister's sweet pussy oozing juices in my face.  I
started on the outside of her lips, collecting tasty juices, working my way
inward toward her cleft.  "Mmmmmmm!" she purred, "mmmmm." My tongue was
between her pussy lips, lapping droplets out of her hot little hole, and
then working toward her button.  My tongue's first flick of her little
nubbin rewarded me with "nnnnnnn, god, yes!" and a shudder.

   She relaxed her arms and fell forward and I felt her familiar hand wrap
around a dick so hard it could cut diamond.  "Oooooo," she squealed.  "It
missed me."

   As I came up for a breath, I said, "If you pull on it a couple more
times like that, it won't miss you.  It'll squirt all over you."

   "You're so bad, "she said, and then her motion presaged the next
kaleidoscope of sensations as at long last I felt her tongue and lips meet
my dick.  With my dick inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, I
hear AND felt the "Mmmmmmm!"

   "Slow, down, sweetie," I said.  "I'm ready to explode already!"

   Breathless, "I know.  Me too.  Lick my button.  Hard!" I obeyed.  She
was sliding back and forth on top of me, sliding down, pushing her hot
pussy into my face, smearing juices liberally as my tongue worked over her
clit, the sliding up, sinking my dick deep in her mouth where her tongue
worked it over, and her "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm" served a dual purpose, raising
my sensations to almost an unbearable level, something that was
subconscious to my sweet little Pammy, because the same "Mmmm, mmm, mmmm"
was her audible reaction to what she was feeling at both ends.  And the
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmm" was becoming more insistent as I struggled for a little
control.  I was on the verge of squirting.  Her "mmmm, mmmmm" changed to
"ENNNNNNNNNNNghhhhh" as she went over the edge.  I felt and tasted a gush
of juice from her pussy and busied my mouth sucking every bit of it up.

   In her orgasm, her teeth closed ever so slightly on the shaft of my
dick, pulling the skin up and down with her strokes, then she pushed deeper
than ever.  I think I felt her nose against my pubic arch, and then she
sucked as she pulled back, and my own orgasm exploded.  Jet after jet of my
semen squirted into her mouth and she swallowed greedily, sucking me like
she was intent on stripping every last drop from my throbbing balls.  As
the last spasms put dribbles into her waiting mouth, she stopped the
motions and just gently sucked on my softening dick.

   Finally speech returned to us both.  And the first word she spoke was,
"I love you, Dan."

   "I love you too, Pammy, god, I love you."

   The she spoke the second words as her tongue flicked the dick in front
of her.  "It's getting hard again." And her mouth went back over it,
sucking it back to erection.

   She got up and turned around and straddled me again.  This time my dick
was pointed upward and her pussy was in search for its head.  I watched her
hips work a little pattern and then the head of my dick found a steamy wet
pussy opening and she eased down, my dick sliding into the place it decided
was home.  She sat all the way down on it, then straightened up and looked
at me from above.  Her head tilted and she grinned.  And giggled.  "It's
home, Dan.  Your dick feels soooo good in me." She was calling it "dick"
quite often, now, although she still called it "pee-pee" and "thing". 
"Dick" was as graphic as she ever got.

   Her hips make a few swirling motions like she was trying to get me
seated as deep inside her as I could get.  I was maybe five, five and a
half inches now, I we didn't care.  It was like my dick was tailor made for
her pussy.

   "I so much love you, little Pammy."

   "Like a sister?"

   "Like a sister."

   She giggled.  "Like a sister with your dick in her?"

   "Like the most perfect lover I could ever begin to imagine," I said. 
"Perfect in every way."

   She leaned forward and I sucked a nipple into my mouth and bit it
lightly.  She moaned and started thrusting against me.  I met her thrust
for thrust.  I released her tit and she fell forward and we wrapped each
other in an embrace, our upper bodies pressed together, our lower bodies
pumping against each other as we kissed, then she leaned back and her hips
took on an insistent rhythm that I was wonderfully familiar with.  She was
smiling around a bottom lip she was biting; a little concentration crease
in her brow was her pussy worked us both towards a second orgasm.

   My first or second squirt coincided with the release of the breath she'd
been holding for some seconds and she joined me, the two of us coming
ecstatically together.  She collapsed full length on top of me and we held
onto each other for some wonderful minutes in post-orgasmic bliss.  I could
feel our combined juices oozing out of her pussy onto my balls.

   "Sweetie," I said, "we need to clean each other up.  It wouldn't be
right to leave a big mess on the bed for Mom or Dad to find."

   "Yeah, I know," she said.  "They knew we were gonna do it again, but we
don't have to make a big deal of it." And she got up and flipped around to
69 us.  I found enough of our combined juices leaking out of her freshly
fucked pussy to get a good mouthful and several delicious tongues full. 
Her mouth worked over my dick and balls, cleaning me meticulously.

   Of course, by the time she'd finished cleaning me from our second
orgasm, I was hard again, a fact that got a series of giggles as she
bounced my dickhead with her tongue.  "Remember how Jilly used to say this
was a mouthpiece?" she said.

   "Yeah, I miss Jilly, but it would have been REAL bad for her if she was
around when all this went on," I said.  "Mom and Dad don't know about us
and Jilly, do they?"

   "Oh, no," said my little Pammy.  "They didn't ask if we were doin' stuff
with anybody else.  I wonder if we can get Jilly to come visit this
summer?"

   "I dunno," I said.  "If she's doin' it with other guys, though, we
shouldn't do it with her.  Ya know what they said about diseases."

   "Yeah," Pammy said thoughtfully.  "But we sure had fun." She was idly
stroking my again hardened dick.  She looked down at it, then at me, and
grinned.  "Got one more in there for me?  I mean, it's been WEEKS!" And she
was on all fours wiggling her butt at me.  I saw glistening wet pink pussy
lips and I was quickly on my knees behind her.

   "God, I LOVE this position," she said.  "I feel so naughty, and you do
me so hard!  It makes it come so fast!"

   And I was behind her, thrusting into her steaming little pussy as she
met my dick, thrust for thrust.  Grasping her waist with my hands, I
watched her butt slam into my belly, the watched my slick dick slide almost
completely out, the back in, each stroke enhanced by the suction of her
delightfully tight, and in this position even tighter, pussy.  It wasn't
long before we both succumbed to the actions of my dick thrusting, my balls
slapping against her pussy lips, her own thrusts incorporating a little
upward tilt of her butt, her little clit searching for contact with my
thrusting dick.  I felt my first squirt and pulled her hard back against me
to meet it, then a few tiny thrusts as her pussy milked me dry and those
little thrusts were what put her over the edge.

   It took some effort for us to slide back into 69 to sop up the fluids of
our third orgasms, then we both got dressed.  Finally satiated, we lay in
bed, fully clothed, in each other's arms.

   "Dan," Pammy said, "never leave me."

   "I won't," I said.

   "No, I mean it.  NEVER.  Like in forever.  I love you."

   "Brother?"

   "AND boyfriend, and lover, and friend, and everything.  Forever."

   "Pammy," I said.  "You're TWELVE.  You'll change your mind."

   "No, Dan," she said quietly.  "Will you?"

   "Never.  Gonna be kind of hard, though, us being brother and sister,
though."

   She sighed.  "Never have to get married."

   "Yeah.  We already have the same last names and everything."

   We cuddled and kissed and fondled each other through our clothes for a
while.  Pammy turned her back to me and we spooned up and she guided my
hands to her titties and wiggled that delightful little ass into my crotch.

   "Hard again?"

   "Oh, yeah," I said, "you make it that way."

   "It's mine," Pammy giggled.  She scooted down the bed and pushed me over
on my back and worked my zipper.

   "Pammy," my voice almost squeaked as her fingers snaked inside my fly.
"We can't start again.  Mom's gonna be back any time now."

   "I know, silly," she said, smiling.  "I'm just taking it out for a
little bit.  If she drives up we'll hear it an' you can put it back and
I'll go to my room."

   "Uhhhhh." My dick was hard and sticking out of my fly.  She was holding
it, stroking the exposed length with one hand and looking up at me as she
jacked me.  She was licking her lips.

   "I dunno if I can do it again, sweetie.  We just made it squirt three
times in an hour."

   "Oh, Dan, sometimes it's not about you squirting, silly.  Don't you
know? I like to play with this." And her head bobbed downward.  The head of
my hard adolescent dick slid between moist lips.  "It's just like magic to
me, how it gets all hard and I like it in my mouth."

   "I'm glad you do, sweetie.  I really like the way you do that.  You're
the best."

   She raised her head.  "You always said that I was better than Jilly. 
Was that true?"

   "Uh-huh.  Everything you did was better."

   Her head bobbed down again.  With my dick in her mouth she turned her
face upward toward me and smiled around it.  "Mmmmmm.  Juices." A few more
head bobs and slow languorous sucks.

   Then we heard a car pull into the drive.  Mom was back.  Pammy jumped up
and sprinted into her room.  I stuffed my hard dick back into my pants and
zipped up.

   I was lying on my stomach with a book open in front of me.  I heard the
door open and Mom walked up the hall.  She stuck her head in my room.

   "Hi, Mom," I said.  "Do I need to unload groceries?"

   "Thank you, Danny.  I appreciate that." I got up and went out to do my
little chore.

   Mom looked in on Pammy's room as I squeezed past her in the hall.  "Hi,
Pammy."

   "Didja get me something, Mom?" was Pammy's answer.

   "I bought chocolate milk for you and Dan," Mom said.  "Danny's unloading
it right now.  You each get ONE glass.  You don't have to drink it all
today." Mom gazed a bit at Pammy.  "I hope it was okay that I left you
alone with Dan."

   Pammy sighed, "Mom, I understand, but you still don't understand.  Danny
NEVER forced me to do anything.  He's my brother and he takes care of me.
He'd never do anything I didn't want to do.  Never."

   "And today?" Mom looked at Pammy.  I guess Pammy's eyes told on her. 
"Never mind.  Don't tell me."

   "Mommmmm."

   Mom walked into the kitchen as I was putting away the groceries.  She
looked at me.  I looked at her, and then over her shoulder I could see
Pammy.  Pammy's eyes.  I wasn't sure how this new reality was supposed to
work.  Who was supposed to know what.  Who was supposed to tell and who was
supposed to ask, and I was apprehensive.

   "Danny." She called me "Danny" when it was in between routine
conversation, when she called me "Dan", and "Daniel Patrick" which meant
she was REALLY pissed.  So she was concerned.  "Son, you need to be really
careful.  I know boys like to brag about having sex to their friends.  But
if word ever got out that you and Pammy were doing it, this family would be
destroyed.  Destroyed, like in "No more".  " Mom sighed.  "I knew what
would happen when I left Pammy here with you today.  It DID happen, didn't
it?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I said.  "It did."

   She sighed again, heavily.  "I suppose that's the way we'll have to be.
If we force you to hide too much, you'll start taking risks and risks will
get us in trouble.  So this is how it will work.  Your dad and I will make
sure you get time, and THIS house is the ONLY place.  And NEVER while
anyone else is here, cousins, friends, NOBODY.  When there are other people
here, you and Pammy are brother and sister, and she's you little sister and
she's a big pain in your butt just like little sisters are supposed to be."

   By this time, Pammy was in the kitchen behind Mom.  "But I thought you
WANTED us to be NICE to each other..."Pammy whined.

   Mom turned and fixed Pammy in her gaze.  "Nice is one thing, baby. 
Sleeping together is a whole OTHER thing."

   "Yes, ma'am," said Pammy.

   "When I think of all those times we found you and Dan sleeping in his
bed..."Mom said.

   "Mommmm.  He REALLY did read to me.  Really.  And I liked sleeping with
him."

   "Yes, baby, but now every time I think about it, I think you were doing
more than just sleeping.  Go clean your room." Pammy walked back up the
hall.

   Mom turned back to me.  "I don't think your dad is quite as
understanding of this as I am, son."

   "Yes, ma'am," I said.

   "I will work on him.  It's how things are going to be."

   "yes, ma'am."

   "Go clean your room while I fix dinner."

   And I left with a million thoughts going through my head.

   An hour and a half later my room was immaculate and Dad's car was
pulling into the driveway.  Mom had dinner on the stove and we sat at the
table just like everything was normal.

   "So," said Dad, "What happened today?" He looked at me.

   "Nothing much.  Played `flyers and grounders' with Terry and Paul.  Was
reading that book I got from the library."

   Mom said, "I went grocery shopping.  I bought us a nice roast for this
Sunday."

   Pammy was picking at her food now.  Dad saw this.  "You went shopping
with Mom?" he asked.

   "No sir," Pammy answered.  "She let me stay here."

   Dad's eye met Mom's.  Mom looked down and back up.  "They're plenty old
enough to leave by themselves, dear," she said.

   Dad wasn't exactly bubbly when he replied.  "Yes, I supposed they are,
you know.  I suppose they are." He changed the subject.  They'd found a new
couple to play cards with on Friday evenings.  Bills were due.  How about a
new car this year?  Painting the house.  Life.

   After supper, Pammy and I did the dishes.  I was finishing the drying
and Pammy headed to take her bath.  I was on the floor watching TV with Mom
and Dad until Pammy came back into the living room, clad in her pajamas. 
It was my turn in the bathroom and twenty minutes later I was back in the
living room with the family, wearing my own pajamas.  Pammy was lying on
her stomach on the rug in the center of the room, chin propped in her
hands, watching TV.  I sat on an overstuffed chair.  Mom and Dad were on
the sofa, Dad with his arm around Mom.

   Pammy stood up.  "Dad," she said, "can I sit with Dan like I used to do?
I'm tired of the floor now."

   Dad looked at me, then Pammy, then Mom.  Mom nodded slightly.  "Steve,"
she said, "they can't stay six feet apart forever when we're around."

   Dad spoke to Pammy, "Sure you can, baby.  Sure you can."

   Pammy slid in beside me and turned sideways into a position we used for
years, I sitting in the chair in the normal position, Pammy crosswise, her
back against the padded arm, her butt in the gap between the arm and my
legs and her legs across mine.  I can't say that all those years we'd sat
like that, that we were completely without what passed for sexual thought
when we were both pre-teens, but it was mostly innocent.  The fact today,
though, was that not only did Pammy and I both know of our growing
sexuality, but Mom and Dad knew too.  It was more than a little bit awkward
for a bit, then we stopped thinking about it as Dad returned to watching TV
and laughed at the antics on the screen.
   That was a sign that things were getting less strained.