Shooting in Hannah - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

"You actually want to keep going?" I asked. This was hard to believe.

"Bobby, getting these pictures taken has been crazy fun," she said.

"They're just pictures," I said.

"Actually ... they're pictures that gave my own brother a hardon," she said. "How fantastic is that?"

Fuck! I'd hoped she'd forgotten about that. The fact that she'd remembered (and was even celebratory about it), got in the way of me noticing that, magically, her self-doubt had disappeared and she was on the "Hey! I'm sexy!" bandwagon. She confused me further by walking up to me and invading my personal space. She looked right into my eyes. I could smell the scent of her body lotion.

Part of what I didn't have time to think about, at that juncture, was that things were going on in Hannah's mind, too. She really had set out to try to feel sexy by having me take some mildly risqué pictures. My reaction to that was more confirming to her than anything else could have been. The fact that it was her brother doing the confirming didn't come across as strange to her because she actually did love me. Later I'd find out she felt terrible (once in a while) when she made my life miserable, but she was confused about life. She hated it when I was mad at her, but didn't know what to do about it. She really was acting in the "role" she thought she was supposed to portray as my sister. When I responded to her in the way she wanted other guys to respond, it flipped some kind of switch in her and her whole attitude changed. Suddenly, this boy she actually liked, confirmed in her what all girls want to have confirmed. That it was her brother doing the confirming didn't matter to her. She gave me a hint of all this when she spoke to me.

"Hey. I don't mind and I swear I'll never tell anybody. Honest. It made me feel good."

"Your own brother getting a hardon made you feel good?" My voice was incredulous.

"Well ... I know how picky you are about girls," she said. "I've seen the girls you date. You have high standards, little brother. And I didn't even show you any of the good parts. You made me feel really good, Bobby."

"You made me feel ..." My voice faded.

"Horny?" Her voice was impish, but the smile on her face was warm.

"I'm not supposed to get horny in that situation," I said.

"If I don't mind, why does it matter?" she said.

"It's just weird," I said.

"I suppose. So ... should I show you some of the good parts? Those would make hot pictures, don't you think?"

"Shit, Hannah!" I barked. "Don't tease a guy like that!"

She kept staring into my eyes.

"Who says I'm teasing?"

"What's going on here?" I groaned. "This is crazy, Hannah."

"I don't know," she said, shrugging. "I for sure can't flash any other guy. That would be crazy. But I want to. I mean I want to know what that would be like, but I can't just go out and do that to some guy. That's how you get a reputation. And I can't let Steve see them. He's hard enough to handle as it is. But this is home and you're my brother. We love each other and nothing would happen. You wouldn't tell anybody and I wouldn't either. But I'd get to see how it feels."

"You want to show your ... body ... to a guy?" My eyebrows rose.

"Have you ever shown a girl your dick?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said, jerking at both the thought and her casual usage of "dick."

"Okay, have you ever wanted a girl to see it?"

"I don't think so," I said. "That's how you get slapped and your parents get called."

"Wouldn't you like to find out if a girl thought it was pretty or not?"

"Pretty?" My voice rose.

"Okay, handsome," she amended. "Haven't you ever wished you could do that and that the girl would be impressed?"

"I guess I never thought of it as ... impressive," I said.

She sighed with obvious frustration.

"Okay. Have you ever wanted to see a girl naked?"

"Of course," I said.

"Well, girls want to see a guy naked, too," she said.

"They do?" I was obviously surprised.

"Of course. Both sexes want to see the other naked. It's just basic biology, Bobby."

"Well the girls I know sure don't want to get naked," I said.

"That's because it's dangerous to do that," she said, patiently. "It creates all kinds of problems if you do that willy nilly. But the desire is still there."

"Okay, that makes sense," I said.

"But if it's you and me, then all those problems aren't there," she said.

"Wait. Now you want to see me naked?"

"That's not what I meant," she said. Her head tilted. "But now that you mention it, that is a good idea."

I stared at her.

"You have to tell me what planet you're from," I sighed.

She laughed.

What's more, as she did that, she pulled her shirt all the way up and flashed her boobs at me.

We were in my bedroom again. To be honest, I don't remember getting there. Hannah was sitting on the bed and I was in my desk chair, which was rotated away from the computer and facing her. I wasn't taking pictures. That's because I couldn't believe what was going on and insisted on talking about it, instead of doing it. I know that probably doesn't fit the stereotype of a teenage boy, but that's how it was.

"Of course I didn't plan this," said Hannah. "It just happened."

"This just isn't you," I said.

"Of course it is. Who else could it be?" she said. "I'm not an alien, so get that out of your head."

"What I can't get out of my head is that my sister wants to get naked with me," I said.

"I know. It's crazy," she said. "Before today I would have been freaked out by the very idea. But before today there was no situation in which I could do what I want to do. I mean I couldn't do anything with Steve because he'd think it meant the wrong thing. Maybe it's because I feel safe with you."

"You feel safe with a guy who got a boner for you," I said, dazed.

"Not just any guy," she said. "You. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me."

"Well sure," I said, recognizing the same feeling inside me.

"So what could it hurt?" she asked. "It's not like we're going to have sex or anything."

"You realize, don't you, that you're asking your brother to play doctor," I said.

She grinned. Then her face went expressionless.

"You won't believe this, but Janet Sinderson told me she did exactly that. She and Todd played doctor when they were like eleven or twelve. And get this. He popped her cherry while they were doing it!"

"Todd Sinderson fucked his sister?" My voice sounded like I was a soprano.

"No, it wasn't like that. He just put his finger in her and tore her hymen."

"And she told you this?"

"Well, she might have had a little too much of her father's peach brandy that night. It was a sleepover and her parents were out on a date night."

"You got drunk?" I groaned.

"No. I tasted it, but it was like drinking cough syrup. She liked it, though. She liked playing doctor too. If she was telling the truth, she and Todd still ... mess around."

"You have got to be shitting me," I moaned.

"Nope. So it's not like we'd be the only two siblings who explore a little. Like I said, who else are you going to do that with? You can't do it on dates. It's too dangerous and sooner or later everybody will find out."

"Wow," I said. "This is so strange."

"Can I ask you a question. A serious question?"

"Go ahead," I said.

"Do you want to see me naked?"

It was crunch time. I tried to avoid it.

"What if I do?"

"Just answer the question," she ordered with her big sister voice.

Do or die time. In for a penny, in for a pound time.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I do."

She didn't cackle. This was no prank.

"I know it sounds strange, Bobby, but that makes me feel really good," she said, softly. "Thank you."

"I get to ask the same question," I said, hesitantly.

"Desperately," she said, without any pause at all.

"You're kidding."

"Steve gets hard every time we make out," she said. "He's put my hand on it before. But I can't look at his. That would be disaster. He'd want me to jerk him off or even worse. But that doesn't mean I don't want to see it." She licked her lips. "Seeing yours, though, wouldn't be like that. So yes, I want to see you naked too, Bobby."

"Wow." That was all I had.

"You don't have to actually take any pictures, though."

"It would probably be better if I didn't," I said.

"Yeah."

"Can you imagine what would happen if they found something like that?" I asked. "Dad would have a heart attack."

"Mom would have a stroke," she agreed.

"Okay, so no pictures," I said. I realized I still had her phone in my hand. I reached behind me to put it on my computer table.

We sat there for a bit.

"So ... what now?" I asked.

"I think we should go together," she said. "At the same time."

"Okay."

She reached for the hem of her shirt. I could see her face getting pink. I did the same thing. Reach for my shirt, I mean. Now that I think about it, maybe I got a little pink, too.

"On three," she said.

"Okay."

"One ... two ... three!"

We both pulled. I almost ripped my ears off trying to get my shirt over my head so I could see.

There they were. Her previous flashing of me had been so unexpected I hadn't actually seen all that much. The hazy image of pink nipples perched on darker areolas was replaced by the real thing. She just sat there, looking tense.

"Well?" She sounded nervous.

"Beautiful," I sighed.

"Really?"

"Oh fuck yes," I sighed again.

I saw her whole body actually shudder. I stared at her breasts as they jiggled slightly. Her nipples looked fat.

"This isn't really fair," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I've seen your bare chest a hundred times."

"Oh. Yeah. So I guess we should ... go on?"

"Yes," she said.

I stood up and reached for my belt. She stood, too. Her shorts had a hook on them and elastic in the waist, instead of a belt.

"No counting," I said, suddenly. "That makes me feel like this is some kind of goofy game."

"Okay," she said.

She pushed and I watched as more and more of her abdomen came into view. I realized I wasn't moving and jerked, shoving my shorts clear down to my hips in one, convulsive push. This caused a bit of a problem because I wasn't wearing underwear. Our parents had never bought me boxers, and briefs chafed my groin sometimes in the heat. I still wore them in the winter, but it was past that time, now.

The problem was that I was rock hard and my cock got caught in the shorts as I pushed, bending it downwards. When it's hard it doesn't point downwards. My convulsive decloaking meant that, when the cloth finally cleared the tip, it bounced upwards with such force that it slapped against my abs. Then it just bobbed, weaving around a little bit, like a bird dog trying to sniff out a pheasant.

She'd been watching all this, of course, and when my bird dog got busy she froze, with her shorts at her hips, too. She didn't stay frozen for long, though. She let go of her shorts and they dropped like they had rocks in the pockets. She stepped out of them daintily shucking her shoes at the same time, as if she'd practiced doing that a hundred times. That left her in white panties with little red hearts all over them.

It turned out I'd frozen, too. I thawed and let go of my shorts, expecting them to do the same thing hers had. They didn't. I had to bend over and push them down. Then my right foot got caught in them as I tried to pull that foot through the leg and, suddenly, I was hopping on the other foot. That didn't work, because it was caught, too.

Of course I fell down. And of course she laughed. I said, "Shit!" and rolled to sit on my naked buns. Hannah was suddenly there, her hands reaching for one of my shoes.

"Let me," she said, pulling.

Together we got my shoes off and then my shorts.

"You're cute when you're flustered," she said, giggling.

"At least it only happened in front of my sister, instead out on a date," I said.

"See? I told you this was a good idea!"

She helped me stand up and we ended up facing each other. We were most assuredly in each other's personal space, but she didn't step back. I looked down at her breasts, and couldn't help but see that the tip of my bird dog was about an inch from that shiny bauble in her belly button. I looked back up to find that she was staring down there, too.

"I still have on my panties," she whispered.

"Yeah," I replied.

"This is making me nervous," she said.

"You want to stop?"

"No!" she said. "It's just ... different than I thought it would be."

"How?" I asked. I wasn't trying to carry on a conversation so much as keep her talking so I could stare at her breasts. I wanted to touch them.

"I thought I only wanted to look."

I heard my own convulsive gulp as I realized the possible significance of her words.

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I didn't say anything at all.

"I'm going to take my panties off, now," she said, not moving.

"Okay," I whispered.

Then she did step back a pace and, as if they were burning her skin, pushed her panties down and stepped out of them with that same dainty movement. She moved back again and stared at me, her feet not quite together, her arms hanging at her sides. Even I could tell she was holding her breath.

"You look like you're a soldier, standing almost at attention," I said.

"What?" She sounded confused.

"Relax," I said. "You're still gorgeous. Trust me on that."

"Oh."

Then she went through this series of what I can only call "adjustments", moving her hands here, then there, and moving a foot this way and that, trying to find some pose that felt comfortable in her current condition. I wanted to laugh, but I could tell she was getting frustrated. Meanwhile my eyes were bouncing around in their sockets like pinballs.

"You do shave," I said. My voice cracked and my mouth felt dry. She had what I had heard referred to as a landing strip.

"I have to ... for my bikini," she said.

"Lie down on the bed," I said.

"The bed?"

"Yeah. Just lie down on your side and hold your head up on your elbow. Like you were in bed reading or something."

She looked around the room as if it was hard to find the bed and then back at me. Then she went to the bed and crawled onto it, giving me my first, very quick look at puffy pussy lips below a very pink butthole. She flopped down and assumed the position I'd suggested. Whether it was from modesty or it was just more comfortable, her top leg sagged forward, her knee bending a little, until the knee hit the covers.

"Like this?"

"Perfect," I said.

"Really?"

By this time I was feeling a little heady. This whole thing was like some drug that made you feel giddy and happy. I put my hands on my hips, jutted them forward and shook my cock back and forth.

"Does this look like I'm lying?" I asked.

She giggled.

"What you look like is ridiculous."

"You're beautiful, Hannah," I said, moving towards her. I had to step over clothes and shoes carefully, so I wouldn't trip again.

"I can't believe that," she said.

"Come on," I groaned. "Look at the evidence. I know we said no pictures, but I'd kill to have one of you like that." I gripped my cock and stroked it once before realizing what I was doing and jerking my hand away.

"I am looking," she said. "I just can't believe it."

I got to the edge of the bed and stopped. I had no idea what to do next.

"You touched it," she said.

"Sorry. It was just instinct."

"No, I don't mind. It was ... hot."

"You want me to touch it again?"

"Yes," she whispered. Then she looked up at me, anguish on her face. "Am I a slut, Bobby?"

"Of course not," I said. "Don't be silly."

"I want to watch my brother jerk off, Bobby," she moaned. "There has to be something wrong with me!"

I sat down on the edge of the bed. We were separated by less than a foot. My penis jutted up from my groin like an anti-aircraft gun.

"Maybe this is going too fast," I said.

"Bobby," she moaned. "I feel like there's something inside me that's going to explode if I don't do something. But I don't know what to do!"

"Maybe you need to jerk off," I said.

She flopped onto her back and covered her face with both hands. I'm ashamed ... sort of ... that my eyes immediately went to her pussy lips. I expected them to be tight and closed, like the shape of a camel toe, but they weren't. Instead the outer lips were smooth, but split by something pushing through them that was wrinkly and darker. I know now it was her inner lips, exhibiting that she was aroused. They glistened with her juices.

"Hey," I said, as I heard what sounded like the beginnings of sobs. "It's okay. We can stop ... get dressed ... calm down."

Her hands came away from her face. Her eyes were shining.

"I know this feeling, Bobby," she said. "This is how I feel after a date, when I had a really good time. When that happens I have to ... but I can't do that in front of you!"

"It's okay," I said. "Go to your own room. I'll stay here."

"I don't want to go to my room!" she shouted.

"Well what do you want?" I shouted back.

She didn't answer. Instead she burst into tears, spread her legs and her right hand dove between those legs, mauling her pussy. It was like she was trying to rub those lips off her body.

"Ohhhhh," she wailed. "Bobby, don't hate meeeee."

I stood up. This was shocking on one level, but things were much too complicated to have only one level. On another level I recognized that my sister was in pain, emotional pain. The funny part was that the instinct to protect her was stronger than anything else at that point and, even though I started stroking my prick, what I was thinking about was trying to get her to stop crying ... to help fix the pain.

"It's okay," I panted. "You're not bad. This is normal. I feel the same way, Hannah. See?"

I jacked my cock for her, as if it was a magic wand I was pointing at her and casting a spell of calmness with.

Astonishingly ... it worked!

She lifted her head and, through teary eyes, stared at me.

"Yessss," she hissed. "Do that. Do it with me."

To be honest, I don't remember what happened then with anything near crystal clarity. I think my brain was finally on overload and I operated on pure instinct. Maybe it wasn't pure instinct. By that I mean pure instinct in that situation would be for the male to mount the female and fertilize her. I didn't do that, of course. I think I thought about doing that, but was incapable because all my body could pull off was ... well ... pulling off ... to make a bad pun.

Meanwhile she acted out with her fingers what I wished I could do, using them to push deep inside her juicy pussy, flashing them in and out and then flattening them to whip back and forth across those bulging, wet lips. She sounded just like the sound track of a porno video, making all those noises, except they sounded real instead of fake. I don't think I've ever watched a porno where the soundtrack made me feel like it wasn't contrived. This, though, was passion transformed into sound.

Then she drove her fingers into her one last time, clamped her legs closed, pulled her knees up and went into a fetal position as she made noises that brought to mind torture, perhaps, agony for sure, but also sweet release.

Those sounds did me in. I don't even remember jacking off, but I do remember when it was time to spurt. I didn't even think about stepping back. My overloaded brain didn't have room for that kind of consideration. I just spurted. It came out like it always did, a long, slim, white cord of fluid about a foot long, followed by another one almost as long, and then two or three more that were dying gasps, rather than anything substantial.

Both the initial jets landed half on and half off her body, on her hip and thigh. Then I staggered back, dizzy, and stood, woozy, just trying to maintain my upright position. The desk chair was only a couple of feet away and I wobbled over to it to fall hard enough into it that it rolled a foot.

I saw Hannah's hand appear from between her legs and go to explore my assault on her soft skin. She lifted her head to look as her already wet fingers dragged through my spooge.

"This is you," she panted. "Isn't it?"

"Yeah," I gasped. "I'm sorry."

She rolled onto her back, her heels a foot apart, completely unashamed about exposing herself to me completely. She lay limp, her hands at her sides.

"That was incredible," she sighed. "It's never been like that."

"Me, too," I said. It was just an automatic response, but as I thought about it, she was right.

It had never been like that for me, either.

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