Shooting in Hannah - Version Alpha
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She started to leave, but then turned and
came back, reaching for my hand
and pulling me to my feet. We stood close.
"Thank you," she said.
know it was
stupid, but it's what came out of my mouth.
"It will be okay," she assured me. "Night."
Then she reached for my face and kissed me.
We had never kissed. I
remember her kissing me on the cheek. Her lips were soft, and warm and
thing I knew my arms were around her, my hands on her naked back, and
breasts were mashed against my chest again.
It was amazing. I'd
before, but it hadn't been like this.
There was a tenderness, a
warmth, a yearning in her lips that I think
might have just wiped my mind clean of anything except that kiss.
I think she was just as blown away by that kiss, too, because she didn't resist my
Instead her hands came to
slide over my back
and the kiss went on and on and ... on.
I have no idea how long that kiss lasted. I
My brain was empty of everything except how exquisite it was to feel her lips crushed to mine. All I
could think about
was that I wanted it to go on forever.
The problem was that, with no
cognizant thoughts in my brain, that allowed
instinct to take over my body.
Somehow we fell back onto the bed, this
time with all but our calves and
feet on the mattress. Somehow her hand snaked into my shorts I had pulled on - specifically to put a barrier between us - and found
was long and hard again. Somehow my hand ended up between her thighs
middle finger slid into her fiery-hot depths.
And that kiss kept going.
I'm positive it was instinct and not my own
volition that got me to push my groin against hers, dry humping her even though her hand was still squeezing my prick, as the endless kiss we were sharing continued to render us incapable of intentional thought.
misty kind of way, I have a memory of feeling her push at the waistband
shorts, just enough to get it below my balls.
I remember her hand on my
cock, pulling. I vaguely remember rolling on top of her.
Then my cock slid into a firely, velvety, tight furnace. Just like that, I was balls deep in my sister's pussy. That was finally something shocking enough to make us stop that kiss.
"Ohhhh, Bobby," she whined. "It's in meeee,
"Fuck!" I gasped, stopping as some shred of
to my brain. I tensed my hips in preparation for removing my offending
from her innocent pussy.
Somehow she divined my intention and her hands came to lay gently on my ass
"No," she whispered.
Then she kissed me again.
That kiss lasted a long time, too, except
this time I was fully aware of
what was going on.
I'd only seen one girl have an orgasm, and that had been only
fifteen minutes earlier in my
life. Even so, when she had another one with my lips welded to hers and
penis probing her no longer virgin tunnel, I could tell what was
And when it did, it was like
relief valve popped in my groin and I groaned into her mouth as the pressure in my body was released. My
along the length of my prick and leapt joyfully into her vagina.
You've been there. You know what I mean.
There is nothing better than
cumming in your lover.
Normally, you're happy after cumming in
This time, I was the one who ended up
And they weren't tears of
hers had been, earlier.
She shushed me, held me, kissed my cheeks
She had just 'given up' her
virginity and wasn't
bothered by it in the least. I was the basket case.
She wouldn't let me talk. She
held me tightly until I relaxed, and then held me tenderly while my
returned to normal.
Somehow, we drifted off.
Six hours later I woke up for the first
time in my life with a warm, naked
body pressed against me.
I just read over that last little bit,
where I tried to express some
measure of what happened and how we felt. It's inadequate, but it's all
Describing the next morning
Thankfully, I had set my alarm clock before she came to my room. It woke us up. There was a little panic, primarily at the
thought of one of the parental
unit finding us there, together, naked.
was still messy with creamy, white spunk. My shorts were still stretched
my balls, which was painful. My bladder wasn't happy, either, and my prick looked like it was ready for round two. Neither of us was ready for that, though.
supplanted other emotions, such as guilt.
That would come later.
Hannah hopped out of bed and bent over to
pick up pieces of the clothing
she'd worn on her date, the night before.
I saw her pussy through her
This time it glistened with
what I knew to be my semen.
She wiggled into her panties
and put her bra
"You're getting dressed in last night's
"If anybody sees me leave, I want to be
able to claim that I came to
talk to you about Steve and cried myself to sleep in your room. You
need to get
"Oh," I said. "Look ... about last night."
"Later," she said, brusquely. "We don't
have time now. Get
ready for school. Act normal."
Rather than telling her she wasn't the boss
of me, a habitual response that
I would never again use for the rest of my life (at least with Hannah),
"Okay," and got up.
tiptoed to the door, opened it slowly, and peeked into the hall.
coast must have been clear, because she
slipped out, leaving the door open a crack.
When I got to the kitchen Mom was there, as
"I have an egg casserole in the oven," she
Her back was to me. She was
on the counter.
"Sounds good," I said.
It's what you're supposed to
say in a situation like that.
To be honest, it's what I
would have said
anyway, if my mind wasn't consumed by the fact that I had fucked my
a few hours before. "Where's Hannah?"
She usually got up before me.
"She had a rough date last night," said Mom.
"I know," I said. I had a brilliant idea.
It would support my
sister's ruse, if it needed supporting. "She came to talk to me about
"I hope you were nice to her," said my
I spit some orange juice on my plate and
Mom turned and looked at me.
"Wrong pipe," I gasped.
"Your sister is going to need your support
for a while," said our
mother. "Breaking up from a long-term relationship is hard on a
"Okay," I said.
"What should I do?" I asked.
That was a legitimate
question, one that could be asked on many levels.
"Just be aware she's in pain. You don't
have to say anything. Just be
"I can do that."
"Do you know any nice boys you could
introduce her to?"
"I don't think that's how it works these
days," I said, trying
not to smile.
"I suppose not," she sighed.
Hannah straggled into the kitchen.
She looked rough. There
circles under her eyes.
Her hair was
straight but obviously hadn't been brushed with the loving care she
bestowed on it.
She did a fair imitation
of a zombie walk.
Mom turned around and
looked at her.
"Hannah," she said, gently. "Getting your
heart broken is no
reason to lower your standards. Go back to your room and brush your
on some makeup. You need to present a happy face today, so that your
believe this was a good thing. Don't let him get you down.
isn't an ending, it's a beginning."
Having run out of trite things to say, she
Hannah turned around and left.
By the time we had to go Hannah had
repaired the "damage" (which
had all been artful makeup in the first place), changed clothes for
reason, and had time only to snag a banana from the counter.
was usually gone by this time of day, but
had delayed to make sure her daughter was okay.
Her daughter was fine. We
school together every day.
normal. Our father had made that a rule.
I was to walk with her to
make sure she got there safely.
Not that there was danger at
intersection. It's just the way he was. In the past we had both tried
that, carping about each other making us late or whatever.
I started taking pictures for her
portfolio, though, it had become a chance to talk and plan.
"You okay?" she asked, when we were out of
earshot of our mother,
who had escorted us out the door.
"Isn't it supposed to be me asking that?" I
"Good. You're okay."
"I guess so."
"I just wanted to make sure you're not
wracked with guilt," she
"What I don't understand is how it
happened," I said.
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it matters, Hannah!" I yipped.
"Quiet down," she said, shifting her book
bag to her other
I stopped talking altogether.
"We didn't plan it," she said. "It was sort
of an accident.
We need to get past that and decide what to do."
She looked over at me.
"In the future," she said.
"There's no going back, Bobby. We can't
"I know that," I said.
"So how do we handle next time?"
I stopped. I
stared at her like
she'd grown a third eye.
"Well, we're going to want to do it again
I kept staring.
"Do you want to do it again?!"
She looked at me calmly.
"Bobby, that was the most beautiful,
wonderful, amazing thing that's
ever happened to me. Of course I want to do it again."
I started walking again. I
For the last hour I'd been
agonizing over the fact that I might have gotten my sister pregnant. I
wasn't on the pill, like some of her friends were.
was a little fuzzy on the reproductive
thing, not about how it's done, but when a woman might or might not be
to get pregnant.
I mean people have sex
all the time, but we're not overflowing with babies, right?
obviously a woman doesn't get knocked up
every time she has sex.
But I also knew
of at least two girls who'd gotten pregnant and hadn't intended for
that to be
So I'd been worried about
And now she wants to talk
about next time?
"Wait!" she called, running to catch up
with me. "What's
"What's wrong is that my son might be growing in your belly right now. That would be the son who I'll have to call my
brother," I snapped.
She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to a
"I just finished my period three days ago,"
she said. "You
didn't get me pregnant, Bobby."
"Famous last words," I said.
"It's okay," she insisted.
"Well it won't stay okay if we do that again a bunch
"Okay. Yes. Obviously we need to be safe
"Do you hear yourself? You're talking about
having sex with your
Hannah. On purpose!"
"As opposed to having sex with some random
guy I go out with,"
she said, using her sensible voice. "You were there. You felt
it. Can you go
without that in your life from now on?"
"We both know this isn't how things are
supposed to work," I
"I don't care how things are supposed to
work," she said,
her voice intense. "I care about being able to manage the feelings I
having when I'm out on a date with some guy I like a lot. And it's going to be even worse, now that I know how it can feel. I have to be able to control those feelings, Bobby. I can do that, but only if I know you'll be there to help me when I get home!"
"Like I helped you last night?" I asked,
"Maybe. Sometimes. I'm not saying we should
go crazy or
"We already did!" I snapped. "Look, I loved
it. I won't lie
about that. But we shouldn't have done it."
"I thought you wanted to do it."
I groaned. "But that doesn't mean we should have!"
"We'll talk about this later," she said.
We were approaching the school and I could
see a gaggle of her friends
waiting for her. Word had already gotten around somehow. They all looked uniformly concerned.
wondered how that could have happened. I
would find out later she'd called a friend
and "cried" over the phone.
She had set the stage for a
performance she'd already decided to give.
I rather suspect it would be a sharp
minority, but I'll just ask.
How many of you reading this
ever went to
school one day and spent the whole day thinking about the fact that
beautiful, popular, sexy sister was walking around the same school with
of your baby-makers in her womb?
Like I said ... a sharp minority.
So I'll try to explain what that's like. At least what it was like for me. Basically, I didn't learn anything in
school that day.
Well, I did learn that my
sister, if modeling
didn't turn out to be her vocation, should go into acting, because she
put on a
masterful performance that day.
I knew, of course, that she was glad to be
rid of Steve.
Sure, there was some remorse
mixed in there,
She'd liked him a lot. But
screwed that up by being too intent on getting into her panties.
screwed it up even more by having a new
girlfriend before school was out that day.
She acted like she was hurt,
in pain, miserable, but was trying to be
Her girlfriends clustered
her in support.
Meanwhile, at least four guys came up to me
to see if I could get them a
date with my sister.
I almost laughed. Maybe
wasn't so out of date after all.
My answer was stock with all of them: "I
don't think she's too hot to
be around any guys
I didn't get to talk to her until later
I got detention for bumping
into Mrs. Thomas
in the hall between classes and knocking her down.
a math teacher and she's like four foot
nine or something.
It was totally an accident
and she was okay, but Mr. Simmons, the vice principal happened to see
lowered the boom on me instantly.
When I got home Hannah was doing her
homework in her room.
She'd already told Mom and
Dad I got
detention and I had to run that gauntlet.
My mother insisted I write a
note of apology to Mrs. Thomas and then
stood there supervising.
To add insult
to injury she made me try to come up with a mailing address for the
When I couldn't, she had
me address it in care of the school and put a stamp on it.
"I'll just drop that in the mailbox
tomorrow," she said, as if I
might burn it secretly. "Go do your homework."
I stopped at Hannah's door and tapped.
"Come in," she called out, cheerily.
I opened the door and she got up off her
She came to the door and
looked out, up and
down the hallway, before pulling me in.
She kissed me ... wrapped me in a bear hug
and pasted on me big-time.
When she pulled her lips
away, she said,
"I love you."
"I love you, too, but you're making this
difficult," I said.
Her hand brushed the front of my pants.
"Yes ... you are," I said, stolidly.
She let me go and went back to her bed.
"I'm sorry. I'm
"You didn't look happy at school, today," I
"Of course not. I had to play the grieving,
"Four guys wanted to know if I could set
you up with them," I
"I hope you told them to pound sand."
"I told them I thought you weren't too
happy with men at the
"Good. That's exactly the attitude I plan
to project for at least a
month or two."
"If you do, Steve will tell people you're
pining for him."
"I hadn't thought of that.
"Can we talk about us?" I asked.
"Later. I have to think," she said.
"We need to talk about us," I insisted.
She came to stand in front of me, so close
that the tips of her breasts
brushed against my chest.
"There's nothing to talk about, Bobby. There are so many things I wanted to do,
things I wanted to try, to
see what they might be like. But I couldn't. But with you I can. What
else is there to talk about?"
"Maybe how I feel about it?"
She cocked her head and inspected me.
"Was it horrible, then?"
"Of course not," I said.
"Okay, so what's the problem?"
I was tired of her cavalier attitude. I was
tired of her assuming that,
because she was the big sister she could do what she wanted, and that I
do whatever she told me to. I was tired of her using me to get what she
I answered her in a low,
"The problem is that I want to fuck you right
now. And then later tonight
I'm going to want to fuck you again. In
fact, I'm going to want to fuck you four times a day, Hannah.
going to want you to be my cum-bucket, my
slave. I want there to be a tattoo right above your pussy that says 'This belongs to Bobby'."
I was trying to scare her,
make her think.
Instead, she laughed.
"Well, that's not happening," she said. She
reached up and gave me a peck on the
"Now go away and let me
We can talk later."
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