Shooting in Hannah - Version Alpha
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They say fact is stranger than fiction, and
I'm here to tell you that's
true in spades. I learned that from my sister.
Hannah is my sister. You
know her by
another name, but we'll get to that later. For now, let's just say the names in this story have been changed to protect the guilty.
She's only older than me by ten months, but when we were growing up she acted like she was twenty-one
and I was ten.
It was that way for the
entire six years after I was ten.
Personally, I think it started when
she had her first period, but since we don't talk about that kind of
our family, it's just a hypothesis.
Anyway, Hannah seems to try to do whatever
she can to make my life
She rats me out whenever she
knows I did something against the rules.
She told two of my
girlfriends I was cheating on them and another one
that I had an STD.
That, of course, was
She knew there was no way in
the world I was sexually active. She was just trying to mess with what
for my love life.
Not that that made any difference.
I've never gotten a girl to
let me do more than kiss her and maybe cop a
feel of a boob, now and then.
Truthfully, my girlfriends
all know she's full of shit.
I'm a nice guy. It's
just how I was raised.
When I started dating my dad
sat me down and
gave me this long lecture about how women are precious and should be
with nothing but respect.
I suggested he
needed to give the same speech to Hannah, except about how boys should
respected, too, and he just laughed. He
told me more, but I'll wait on that part until later, when it will make
Hannah, of course, never gets in trouble.
She's the fair-haired child
who can do no wrong. I'll give you an
example. When she was around twelve she got into Mom's makeup and did
Mom simply wiped it all off
said, "Not yet, Hannah. I'll tell you when you can wear makeup. Don't
To show you the
difference, the next year I tried to make a birdhouse in Dad's shop
How could I? He
was at work.
My mother yelled about how I
could have cut
my fingers off and that I tracked sawdust into the house and all that
I got grounded for a month.
Even though there are two months in the year when we're the same age, she got to start school a year before I did. So now, she's a junior and I'm just a lowly sophomore.
I get better grades, but that
doesn't mean diddly to anybody.
So now you can understand why, one Saturday
morning, when Hannah came into
my room (without knocking) and said, "Hey Dork, I need a favor," I
was less than enthusiastic about doing it, even though I didn't know
And yes, her pet name for me
But only when the
parents aren't around.
It should be
instructive to you that she called me that while asking me to do her a
"Pound sand," I said. I
had to keep things gentle like that. If
I said, "Eat shit," she'd run to Mom and cry and moan about it.
in our family will get you extra
chores, like dusting the ceiling and washing out the garbage cans and
"Do it and I won't tell Mom and Dad you
lied to them about going to
Kevin's and went to the mall instead," she said, sweetly.
the heck did she find out
One of her menagerie of
friends probably saw me and reported to her on my movements.
wouldn't surprise me if she had a whole
spy network out there with orders to keep a list of everything they
ever saw me
In any case, I knew better
She'd have rock-solid
"Why didn't you tell them already?" I
"A girl needs leverage sometimes," she
I knew I was screwed. I
thought that: "I'm screwed."
Which, by the way, is kind of
ironic, as you'll see later.
"What is it?" I groaned.
She held out her smart phone. I
didn't have one, yet.
You have to be a
junior in our family before you get a smart phone. Another example of
Hannah got her way all the time was that she got her phone the week after school let out last May. Her
that she had graduated from tenth grade and that made her a junior,
school wasn't in session yet.
they bought her argument.
"I need you to take some pictures of me.
want to send them to Steve."
Steve was her boyfriend. He's
He's a bully, and he thinks
But he's just a jerk.
"Go in the bathroom and take a selfie, like
thousands of other sluts
do," I said.
It just came out. The
part about the sluts, I mean.
I think it's because when she
name I got distracted or something. I
really hate that guy.
I winced. She'd
really go off on me now.
But she didn't.
"One, I am not a slut," she said. "Two,
it's not that kind
of pictures I want taken.
something nice, and you can't do nice with a selfie. Besides, you know
snoops on my phone."
"You see him every day," I said.
"What does he need a picture
for?" I grumbled.
I should have been thinking
about the fact
that she hadn't gone off on me, but I wasn't.
Maybe I was too shocked.
"Kevin ... mall ..." She
just smiled at me.
I got up off my bed, where I'd been reading
my social studies book.
"Go stand against the wall over there," I
said, reaching for the
"I said nice pictures," she said. "I
was thinking outside, by those bushes
in the back yard that have the red leaves."
"Come on," I groaned.
"It's freezing out there."
"It's fifty-five degrees," she said,
smugly. "Don't be a
Put on a jacket or
So we ended up in the back yard by a line
of shrubs Mom said were called
They'd been green all
summer, but now they were fiery red.
Hannah stood between two of
them and struck a pose.
I had to admit she looked
I already knew that, of
She'd been cute as we were
Not that I had thought about
that, but every
relative we had gushed on and on about how adorable she was.
did notice when she started looking round
in places that had been flat. Truth said, I noticed every girl who grew
breasts, and whose butt filled out and got round.
She hadn't cut her hair since I could
remember and today it was in a
ponytail that went clear down to the small of her back.
hair is that golden blond that has
highlights of red and brown in it. I
had, in fact, put on a jacket, but she hadn't.
She had on faded and torn
jeans with a pink T shirt that had something
on the back, but was plain in front.
She'd gotten it when she
walked five miles to make money for breast
I thought that was
appropriate since she had a rack to be proud of, but of course I didn't
It was sort of appropriate in another way too, right then, because the nipples on her breasts
looked like they were trying to rip holes in the shirt. I mean it really drew attention to the fact she had breasts to be concerned about.
I thought about that. It would be a pretty nice picture. From a
guy's point of view, of course.
pretty sure Mom would be unhappy if she saw a picture like that, seeing
she'd been reminding Hannah to put a bra on ever since she'd started
Hannah had hated them back
and wasn't fond of them even now, years later.
That was made obvious by the
fact she wasn't wearing one now.
Dad wouldn't just be unhappy. He'd
blow his stack.
He was the poster guy
for dads who frown and stare at the boys who came over to study with
She'd only been allowed to
date as long as she'd been allowed to have a smart phone but she'd
that with a vengeance and Dad had hopped on the "I'm dangerous, sonny,
watch your step with my daughter" bandwagon with both feet.
only thing I hadn't seen him do was that
goofy thing with the two fingers, where you point them at your eyes and
turn them around to point at someone else, and say, "I'm watching
He did, in fact, pick up
phone every once in a while and look around in it.
think he was terrified that some boy would
sext her a picture of his dick and corrupt her or something.
complained about the invasion of her
privacy but Dad said it was his job as a parent.
So, a picture like this would make people
unhappy for sure, and might even
get her grounded if they saw it in her phone before it got deleted.
better if it showed up on social media.
I thought about how I could "happen upon" such a picture and point it
out to Dad. I had a quick little fantasy about that in which I was on
and said something like, "Wow! I think that's Hannah! She sure looks
And then Dad would say,
"What?" and I'd look uncomfortable and say, "Nothing. Never
That was like waving a red
cape in front of a bull and he'd come over and look.
could just imagine seeing him getting red
in the face and yelling for her.
"Looks good," I said, holding the phone out
and aiming it at her.
I pushed the zoom button
until she filled the
screen. Her nips looked fabulous. "Smile."
"I want to look mysterious," she said, not
"We'll take it both ways," I said.
During the process I got carried away and
zoomed in on the front of her
shirt and got a nice one of just her chest.
I had another little fantasy
about Dad thumbing through pics and going
I also emailed myself that
picture and another one where she had this impudent look on her face
and it was
obvious she didn't have on a bra. I
would have emailed myself the one where she stuck her tongue out at the
but I didn't have time.
You saw pictures
like that all over Facebook, with a girl's tongue hanging out of her
while she grinned. There was a rumor going around that that meant the
willing to suck your dick and let you shoot on that flat tongue. I
sure about that.
There were literally
tons of those pictures out there and I'd seen girls doing that pose
front of the school like it was no big deal.
I'm pretty sure sucking dick
is a big deal to most girls.
If I was a girl it would be
She took the phone, said, "Thanks, Dork,"
and went back inside.
I went back inside too and back to my room.
I opened my laptop and the
screen of my computer came to life. I
typed in the password (no snooping parents
for me!) and went to my email.
on the picture with of the close-up of her chest and it filled my
There were Hannah's admittedly sexy
breasts, covered only in thin, pink
cloth, that did nothing to hide the fact that she could feed a baby any
the week if she wanted to.
And if she
You know what I mean.
It suddenly occurred to me that those
breasts could feed
It was amazing. I
mean you know from the time you're about
eight how babies are born.
At least I
You know that men and women
sex and that babies come from that. You don't really apply that
except maybe to stare at a woman who is holding a baby. Even
then you don't reflect on how some guy
climbed on top of her naked body and they did this and that (which was
my mind only because of the internet) and he shot his sperm in her and
knocked her up.
You don't think of that
when you see her, but there's this place in the back of your brain
where stuff gets processed and things get confirmed.
as having sex makes babies. And that woman definitely had sex.
What had me holding my breath was that I
had never once thought about the
possibility that some day Hannah might let some guy climb on her
body and put his dick in her and make a baby in her and that then her
could feed that baby.
I knew she fooled
around a little on dates.
A couple of the
guys she'd gone out with claimed she fooled around a lot,
but since she
never went out with them again, I figured they were engaging in the
time-honored process of bragging about pure bull shit.
I knew her.
She wouldn't risk college by
Not even with Steve.
But there they were. Real, live, warm
breasts, with nipples a baby would
probably some day suck on.
cloth covered them, but that made no difference to me at all.
knew they were there.
I felt dizzy and realized I'd been holding
I let it out and dragged in
I still felt dizzy. My
sister was a ... girl!
Of course I'd had the odd fantasy about
various girls in my life.
I'd looked at them as females of the
species and wished there was a way I could be fully male with them.
along with that speech Dad had given me,
he'd told me a story, too.
It was about
when he was a Boy Scout and his troop went out to this farm owned by
scoutmaster for a fourth of July campout.
They had lots of fireworks
and all that and they set up their tents by
The scoutmaster's family had
come along, and that included his daughter, named Merril.
had been sweet on my dad, according to
him, and when it got dark and everybody was running around not paying
to her she found him and got him off away from the group.
way he said it, "Things got intense
and she wanted me to have sex with her."
By this time I was hooked and
"I didn't do it, Bob. I
She got mad and went back to
the house, but I was glad I didn't do it.
I was even more glad I didn't
do it three weeks later, because word got
around she was pregnant and that some boy was going to have to marry
"Wow," I'd said.
"Yeah," he said. "I
figured it out. She was already pregnant that night.
guy who got her that way was a jerk. I
think she decided I'd be a better candidate
and that's why she wanted to have sex that night. She
was going to blame it on me, and I
wouldn't have known the difference. You have to be careful, Bob.
kind of thing is like a shark, underwater
where you can't see it.
But it can come
up fast and bite you right in the ass."
So I was satisfied with fantasy. I
jerked off of course.
I didn't feel bad
about it, either.
They were just
fantasies, and the sperm I was producing couldn't possibly get the girl
thinking about in trouble.
There was a certain freedom
That's safe sex to the max,
Anyway, I was still sitting there,
gob-smacked about the fact that I was
enjoying the crap out of staring at my own sister's boobs, when she
through my bedroom door.
"You little shit!" she yelled.
She'd actually looked at the pictures,
instead of just sending them out on
What caused that was the
close-up of her chest.
Then she saw that same close-up on the
screen of my laptop.
"You pervy little shit!"
she screamed, adding a
qualifier to her previous accusation.
What was really creepy was that I knew she
I was a pervy little shit. Being
called a little shit didn't bother me.
She deserved what I'd planned to happen for all the years of abuse
But the pervy part did bother
And I knew I was a perv
I'd been thinking about just before she stormed in was what those
look like without that
pink cloth covering them.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, as her
mind began to process
know the deal.
It's the stock reply to
You know it won't hold
water, but it's all you got.
It turned out Hannah was smarter than I'd
given her credit for being.
Not only had she inspected
she'd understood that they had been taken precisely to highlight those
I hadn't taken any of her
didn't show her breasts.
She'd even told
me to be sure to get a close-up of her face and while I'd said,
"Okay," I hadn't done that.
Maybe it was women's
intuition or something, but she figured out I'd
been fully, completely, overwhelmingly aware of her stiff nipples.
She had not. Been
aware that her
nipples were telegraphing like crazy, I mean.
That was the first thing she noticed, of
The telegraphing nipples.
That, alone, didn't
bother her too much.
She had no
intention of showing them to anyone, but she couldn't help admiring
making her look ... sexy.
Then she moved
on to noticing that there were no close-ups of her face, but there was that
close-up of her boobs.
And that led
to the knowledge that her brother was a freak.
"Yes you are!" she snapped. "You're looking
Imagine being in a room where suddenly
something sucks all the air out of
You'd like to breathe. You'd love to breathe. But you can't. Not
that, you can't speak, either, because there's no air to make your
Of course there was plenty
of air in my room.
I just couldn't use
it because I was in a blind panic.
So I cried instead.
I didn't cry on purpose, of course.
It was just my body trying to
release the stress.
That it chose crying was just
I suppose it could have
That's happened to me before. I'm
sure it has to you, too, where you laugh
when it's inappropriate to laugh but you do it anyway because it lets
You laugh because you don't
want to cry. That's happened to me at movies.
But my body decided crying was better.
I suppose it made sense. I
crying over the fact that I'd never grow up because my sister was going
me killed by my parents.
Or I'd go to
jail. Even if none of that happened she'd tell all our friends about
pervert and I'd be shunned.
My life was
over and I knew it.
That's worth crying
I was also crying because
turned to look at her I looked at her boobs.
at her breasts,
covered by that pink shirt.
were even still there, though this time it was from anger rather than
So I knew I was a terrible person with no
future, so I cried.
And then the most amazing thing happened.
Her face changed and went all soft and she
said, "Bobby!" and she
came over and hugged me!
"It's okay, baby," she crooned, mashing my
face into ... you
guessed it ... those breasts. "Don't cry, honey. It's okay."
"It's not okay," I groaned, wanting to rub
my face around
in something that felt soft and warm.
"Yes it is. I'm
not mad at
I was mad at you, but I
didn't know. Don't cry, please? You're going to make me cry. We can talk
about this. Please don't cry."
That penetrated. All
of it. Some of
it made sense, but some of it didn't. I
put my arms around her waist and held on while my mind tried to cope
But I stopped crying. Crying in front of my sister had been humiliating. Now I
hiccupped a little bit, which was also humiliating, but holding onto her was better than doing what she'd
... talking about it.
She actually stroked my hair, like she
petted Killer, our miniature
She fawned over that dog,
which couldn't kill a moth, much less anything bigger, but strutted
it was proud of its name.
There comes a time, though, when you can't
keep your face pressed into your
sister's boobs, and I had to pull away.
"I'm sorry," I said. I
was sorry ... about the realization
that I was some kind of sex fiend.
She got down on her knees. She actually got
down on her knees!
"We can talk about this," she said.
"Why do you want to talk about it?" I moaned.
creep, a pervert."
"Maybe," she said. "Maybe not."
That got my attention.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when you think about it, it's kind
of normal for a guy to stare
"Not his sister's boobs," I groaned.
"Hey, I'm a girl," she said.
"What I mean is that it makes a girl feel
good ... sort of ... when a
guy stares at her. At least if he's not creepy, and you're not creepy."
"You didn't sound like you felt good."
"I didn't," she admitted. "I'm not mad now,
"I don't get that," I moaned.
"I don't either," she said. "I don't want
you to get all
warped by guilt, though. That's why we should talk about this."
"Look. I know I've been a little shit, too.
not proud of that.
I just thought that's how a
supposed to act. But I don't like it when we fight all the time. I
being mad and I don't like it when you're mad at me."
I stared at her, blinking. My
were still wet.
"Me neither," I said.
"And now I find out my little brother
thinks I'm hot, right?"
I still felt guilty, even more so now,
because I could tell her confession
to me was sincere.
The urge for me to
confess something was strong and I was still off center, so I just did
"That's not why I took those pictures," I
said. "Well it is,
but I was going to screw you over."
"Go on." Her voice sounded more like it had
in the past, when she
was annoyed with me.
"I was going to show one of them to Dad and
get you grounded."
"You are a little shit!" she gasped.
"I am," I admitted and I felt the tears
coming again. "I'm
"Is that why you were looking at that
"Yeah, I guess. But
"I don't know. I guess you did look hot. I
never saw you that way before. Then I felt strange for thinking about that and then you came
in here and I realized how I could have messed up your whole life and ..." I started sniffling again.
Don't hate me. It was normal for me to stretch the truth in my own defense. What I mean is that it was my own life I'd been worried about when
she caught me, but her behavior towards me since then had made an impact. I didn't think getting her in that kind of trouble would have ruined her life, but it wouldn't have been fun. To a seventeen-year-old girl, being grounded for a month can seem like her life is over. Especially if she has to miss some important social event. Being grounded suggests you're a child, and that's the worst part of all because your friends might perceive you that way.
"Don't cry," she said.
"My knees hurt. Let's sit
She stood up.
I was already sitting and I guess she
decided not to sit after all, because
she paced instead.
As I watched her pace
I couldn't help but look at her chest.
The nipples were gone and the
front of her shirt was as smooth as could
Finally she turned to face me.
"Do you like me, Bobby?"
"You act like you hate me sometimes."
don't hate you.
I get annoyed at you a lot,
but I don't wish
you were dead or anything."
"Gee, thanks," she said.
"I do like you when you're not messing
up my life," I
"If a boy tried to force me to do anything,
what would you do?"
"I'd kill him." It
came out of me without thought.
sounded a little harsh, so I amended it. "I'd crush his balls ... or
She stopped pacing and looked at me.
"Of course," I said.
She went to the bed and sat down on it.
"I didn't know you felt that way."
"How is a brother supposed to feel?" I
She shot me an impish look.
"He's not supposed to stare at his sister's
boobs," she smirked.
"I told you, I'm sorry about that. I
couldn't help it."
"I don't really care about that," she said,
waving her hand.
"Like I said, boys do that."
"But you were mad."
"Yes," she said. She
appeared to be thinking.
was before ... I can't explain it. And it's even more different now
that I know
you like me."
"Of course I like you. We're family."
"I get that," she said. "The thing is this
is the first time I've really gotten that. It
"You don't have to worry about it," I said.
won't look anymore. I promise."
"I told you I don't mind you looking.
It really does make me feel
I just don't understand why it makes me feel good."
"That's very generous of you," I said.
"Maybe," she replied. "What I do know is that I want
a truce, and this feels like a good time to do that. Deal?"
I blinked several times while I tried to
take that in. I was a pervert. It
wasn't much of a defense to say I'd taken those shots to get her in
First off, that wasn't a laudable thing to do either, and secondly, if
being honest, I'd been pretty excited by those nipples at the time.
"Deal," I said.
I feel a lot better
knowing we won't be going at each other's throats anymore."
"Me, too," I said.
She stood up.
"Okay! Delete those pictures from your
"Do I have to?" This
example of how stupid the teenage male can be.
She tilted her head, examining me like I
was an outfit she was trying to
decide whether to toss out or not.
"You really want to keep them?"
"I'll delete them," I said.
"You can keep one. Not
How many did you send
"Let's see the other one," she ordered.
I pulled it up and it filled the screen.
She was smiling. She
"That's a good one. If
Dad sees it they won't be happy, but it's not like I'm flashing the
you have to swear they won't ever see it."
"I don't have any porn on here," I said.
"Dad only demanded to search it once and he didn't find anything then. He hasn't been back since. He
doesn't look at it like he looks at
your phone, but I'm not taking chances.
I can bury that picture in a
subfolder that has to do with Windows
"Then you can keep that one. I
wish I could keep some of the others, but it's too dangerous and I'm not sending
any of them to Steve."
"Good," I said. "He's a jerk. He doesn't deserve to see you like that," I grumbled.
"You're wrong, but sweet," she said.
She picked up her phone and punched
buttons, erasing the pictures I'd taken
"Now you need to take one I can
send him," she said. She
looked down at her breasts.
Her nipples were showing
right back," she said.
When she returned, you could see the
outline of a bra under the shirt. We
went back outside and I snapped half a
dozen pictures of her, including two close-ups of her face.
looked at them right there and hugged me.
"Thank you. I'm
glad we're not
going to fight anymore."
"You're welcome," I said, feeling her soft
body against mine.
"Don't let Steve touch you," I added.
She laughed and pushed me away.
"That wouldn't be any fun at all, now would
"Hannah!" I groaned.
"Don't worry. I'll
be a good
"I have to go send him one of these," she
"See you later."
I went back to my room. Foolishly
had left her original picture on the screen.
It had gone dark while we
were gone, but popped right back up when I
touched a key.
I stared for a good five minutes.
I have to say I wasn't proud of the
thoughts I was having.
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