Shooting in Hannah - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

Now remember that what I just described in the last chapter took place over the space of two hours on a day after there had been years of discord between us. Thinking back on it now, it reminds me of one of those movies where the guy and girl hate each other for most of the movie, except the audience knows they're really drawn to each other and don't want to admit it. Then there is the scene where there's a breaking point and they suddenly can't keep their hands off each other. And they live happily ever after and all that crap.

In many ways, I think those pictures I took, which led to the conversation we had, was that breaking point in the 'movie' that was our life. Except that we didn't fall all over each other and declare our undying love and have sex etcetera and so forth.

But we also didn't feel all weird about what had just happened. There was no tension. Hannah didn't jump up and run out of the room, or cover her body up. I just sat in the chair, still feeling weak, but I didn't feel like I needed to move. Hannah did move, but only to get on her side again and face me. She looked ... sexy.

"That's a good pose for you," I said. "That would make a mondo sexy picture."

"You want to take one?" she asked. "Just for you?"

"I think we've already had this conversation," I said.

"I know, but there are ways to hide things on a computer. Or you could just put them on a thumb drive and hide that."

"That's tempting," I admitted.

"The thought of you looking at a picture of me like this and doing what you just did makes me feel all hot inside," she said.

"I'd rather see you like this ... in person," I said.

"That won't be any problem," she said, softly.

"You mean we're going to do this again?" I asked.

"Lots of times," she said.

I felt my dick twitch or, more nearly correctly I felt my dick try to twitch. It was still exhausted from its previous cum.

"Things have happened kind of fast," I thought out loud.

"Not really," she said.

"How can you say that? Up until two hours ago I'd never seen you naked at all."

"Remember what I told you about Janet and Todd?"

"How could I forget?"

"That was last summer. I couldn't stop thinking about them ... imagining what they might be doing. And then I thought about you. I watched you talking to girls and they always smile or laugh. I can see it in their eyes that they like you but you're too chicken to ask them out."

"Every time I do ask a girl out you do something to screw it up," I accused.

"Yes, I do," she said. "Did. I'm sorry for that and I promise I'll never do it again. I just got upset because it's so easy for you and so hard for me."

"You've got that backwards," I said. "You're the one with guys panting after you all over the place. Girls don't rush up to me and beg me to ask them out on a date."

"All those guys want to do is see me like this," she said. "And all those girls are worried that if they do go out with you they'll want to do naughty things."

"Yeah, right," I said.

"You said guys talk to you about me," she said.

"Yes."

"Well girls talk to me about you, too."

"Really?"

"You're the kind of guy who is dangerous, Bobby, because you're fun to be with and smart and you don't think the world wants to worship you. You're tall and kind of hunky. That all adds up to being the kind of guy a girl wants to get naked with, and since that's way too dangerous, they think it's safer to just keep their distance."

"But some girls do go out with me and none of them are dying to get naked with me," I argued.

"That's just for status," she said.

"Status."

"Yes. It's like you're the lion, and after they go out with you they can say they went out with the lion and didn't get eaten. They brag about it, except not in actual words."

"That's crazy," I said.

She shrugged. "Maybe, but it's the way things are."

I felt rested. Suddenly sitting in a room naked with my equally naked sister felt strange again.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Starving."

Ten minutes later we were dressed again and standing side by side in the kitchen, making sandwiches.

She leaned against me at one point, and it felt nice.

And that's how my sister and I became best friends after years of contention.

It's important to say, here, that Hannah and I didn't seek each other out for daily masturbation orgies. It wasn't like that at all. There was a new closeness between us, but that didn't mean our libidos went crazy.

Sure I still jerked off every day, and I usually thought about her when I did it, lying there on her bed with my spunk still staining her hip. I assume she still masturbated, too, though she didn't say anything about that.

She went out with Steve three days later. It was a Friday night and our parents were in Hennesey, fifty miles away for a Bridge tournament and had decided to make a romantic weekend getaway of it. I was supposed to go out with Jennifer Tunway that night but she'd called and said some family obligation had popped up and she couldn't go.

I had watched three episodes of a show called The Sniffer on Netflix. It was good, interesting because it's all filmed in Russia and it shows things about Russian life that I'd never seen before. The problem was that the sound was all Russian with English subtitles and I got tired of trying to read those and watch the action at the same time, so I went to my room to just read. I was doing that when Hannah came in from her date.

"Bobby?" she called out.

"In my room," I yelled back.

She appeared in my doorway. She'd dressed "sexy" for Steve in tight shorts and a shirt that showed that bellybutton ring. Her hair was down. She looked good. There was an instant during which I hated Steve for getting to spend time with her looking like that, but it passed. I knew she wasn't fooling around with him.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"Not so great," she said.

"Why?"

"Steve wanted me to jerk him off."

"Please tell me you didn't," I said.

"I didn't."

She just stood there and I had sudden doubts.

"Are you saying that because I told you to, or because it's the truth?" I asked.

She came in and sat on the edge of my bed.

"There was a point where I sort of wanted to," she said.

"But you didn't."

"If I did that it would only encourage him," she said. "He's bad enough as it is."

"But you wanted to." I know my voice sounded angry. I was a little angry.

"I didn't want to touch his, exactly," she said. "I just wanted to know what it would feel like to touch one."

"Oh."

She looked at me.

"I thought about touching yours, actually."

What she had thought about touching reacted in my shorts. I was lying on my back and the front of my shorts was right there next to her. I saw her look at the bulge as it moved.

"I don't understand this," she said.

"What?"

"You're getting hard for me again. I like that. Why do I like that?"

"I have no clue," I said.

"Show it to me," she ordered.

I put my book aside, arched on my heels and head and shoved my shorts down to my thighs.

"It's not actually hard," she said.

She was right. It was 'in the act' of getting there, but wasn't fully erect yet.

"Be patient," I said. "It will get there."

"So I like it when you get hard for me, and you do get hard for me, so that means you like doing that."

"I guess so."

"It sure is a good thing Janet told me about her and Todd," she said. "If it weren't for that I'd think I was insane right now."

"I don't think you're insane," I said.

"I want to jerk off my brother," she groaned. "That has to be insane."

Her admission was like a shot of adrenaline to my cock and, almost instantly, it matured to full bonerhood.

"And you want your sister to jerk you off," she whispered.

What do you say in a situation like that?

"I guess I do," was what came out.

I make it sound like all this was seamless and easy, but it wasn't. There was a lot going on in both our heads. Masturbating in front of each other had been a huge leap. The thought of touching each other was like stepping off a cliff. Granted, she hadn't said anything about me touching her, but I think that concept was somehow intermixed with arriving at a place where she could touch me.

"Let's go to my room," she said, standing up.

I didn't ask why she wanted to change rooms. I didn't even think about why she might want to do that. Looking back on it I think she felt safer in her own space. I found out later it was because her bed was a queen and mine was only a full.

I had kicked off my shorts before I followed her and she abandoned me, standing naked, to go to the bathroom. That bathroom opens up into both her room and mine. It has locks on both doors. I assume she used the facilities because she was still dressed when she came out.

She stood, just looking at me for a minute.

"You make me feel so hot," she said.

"You are hot," I said.

"No, I mean inside. I don't feel anything like this when I'm with Steve. I get excited. I get horny. But I don't feel like this."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I feel like I want to be naked for you."

"I like that idea," I said.

"In bed with you," she added, softly.

I'll be honest. My mind kind of exploded at that point. In the first place, no girl had ever said anything like that to me before. In the second place the first girl to say it was my sister. In the third place it was entirely possible for me to look at her as someone other than my sister. It was crazy.

"That would be a bad idea, though," she said.

I think I said something along the lines of, "Urrgh."

Then she laughed! Her face lit up and she laughed! But it wasn't a laugh of derision. She looked honestly joyful.

"I love it when you do that. We'll be fine."

And then she took her clothes off. It wasn't exactly a striptease, not in the sense that her movements were practiced, or planned to take a while. She just looked at me as she took things off. I think she was watching to see if removing this or that piece of clothing got a reaction from me.

She was wearing both a bra and panties, something I later found out was an ironclad rule when she went out with Steve. She put up barriers to his wishes, covering areas of her body with extra protection from his wandering hands. When she reached behind her and undid her bra it actually leapt up off her chest, as if it was trying to get away from her breasts. She tossed it on the floor and rubbed her breasts with both hands.

"I hate bras," she said, casually.

"Me, too," I sighed.

She laughed again and bent over to remove her panties.

"On the bed!" she ordered.

I went over and laid on her bed. She crawled on and lay on her side, with her head beside my hips. She just studied my penis for a while, long enough that my neck got tired from holding my head up to watch.

"It moves," she said.

"Moves?"

"Yeah, it sort of moves up and down, like the wind is blowing it."

"I don't know why," I said. I reached for a pillow and stuffed it under my head.

"It doesn't look like the ones on the internet," she commented.

I knew what she meant. My parents didn't have me circumcised, but most of the ones you see online have been. I reached and skinned the foreskin off the tip.

"Like that?"

"That's crazy," she said. "How can it do that?"

"It just does," I said.

She reached and her fingers replaced mine. Her grip was tentative but strong enough that she was able to push the foreskin back up and then down again.

"That is so cool," she sighed.

"I agree." My voice was strained because I was holding my breath and trying to talk at the same time. I was feeling a girl's fingers on my cock for the first time in my life!

"Okay, so how do I do this?" she asked, getting down to business.

The next five minutes was interesting. Guys don't really spend a lot of time thinking about how to teach a girl to jerk them off. They want that to happen, but don't think about the mechanics of it. Maybe they just assume girls know how to do that. With Hannah, though, it was obvious she didn't know how to do it. Sure, she got the up and down stroking motion right away, but there's more to it than that. There needs to be the right pressure, and speed and length of travel for the hand.

On the other hand, men are primed to spurt when a woman handles them like that and I was able to stare at her breasts while she was stroking away, so it didn't take all that long before I was about to blow.

"You need to stop now," I panted.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to make a mess if you don't," I gasped.

"I want you to make a mess," she said.

I couldn't really talk at that point because the eruption was happening. I went stiff and just let it happen. The first spurt went a foot in the air and then fell to splat on her hand. She made noises and kept stroking, making it obvious she didn't find my spend on her skin distasteful in any way. The second and third shots landed right where my pubes started, just below my belly button, and she made this growling kind of sound that made me want to keep spurting in never ending streams.

Of course I couldn't do that, but it still felt great as she continued. I think there was some instinct to milk my cock, because she did that until I started getting soft. Eventually she took her hand away and brought it up in front of her face, looking at the milky residue of my cum.

I just lay there panting.

Without a word she got up and went to the bathroom. She left the door open and I heard water running. When she came back out her face was flushed. I can't imagine a more beautiful sight than her casual nudity in front of me.

"My turn," she said, her voice husky as she came back to the bed.

She crawled up and lay beside me on her back, her legs open a little bit.

"Touch me," she said.

Understanding that I was probably temporarily insane at the moment, meaning I wasn't thinking in a rational way, you may have an appreciation for how I reacted at having my first opportunity to "touch" a naked girl.

I'd had lots of fantasies about being naked with a girl and touching her. Lots. Those fantasies played out in a sudden rush of overwhelming urges.

Let's just say I touched her a lot.

Okay, I know that's not very descriptive. I'll elaborate.

I rolled over and the first thing I did was zero in on the nipple closest to me and suck it like a starving baby. I'm pretty sure she wasn't expecting that, because she squealed and jerked. I had my arm over her, though, and she couldn't go anywhere. Then what I was doing registered in her brain as sensations that brushed away her surprise and consternation and her hand came to press my head to her breast.

"Ohhhh fuck!" she gasped as I continued to suck.

Meanwhile my hand went where it had wanted to go for years - right between a girl's legs. I wasn't thinking of her as my sister at that moment, even as "Hannah". I was a little crazy. But that only lasted for a few seconds and I came back to reality. About that time my first finger slipped into a wet furnace and her hips arched.

Suddenly she was Hannah, and I was making her happy.

"I had no idea," she groaned.

I was busy moving my mouth to the other breast, half covering her in the process and holding her down. I started exploring that hot cavern.

Just as a woman has to learn how to masturbate a man properly, a man has to learn how to do the same thing for a woman. Once we got past the mad rush to "touch" we both settled down a little bit and she began to tell me what to do.

The problem is that a woman likes being stimulated in different places at the same time. Hannah wanted my finger in her, but she also wanted her clit worked on simultaneously. In normal intercourse the penis takes care of all that very nicely. When fingers are involved, it has to be learned.

Another problem, at least at that particular time, was that Hannah wanted to cum. She needed to cum. Under normal circumstances, when she was doing this herself, she'd work up to an orgasm slowly, taking her time, sometimes making it last for fifteen or twenty minutes. Right now, though, she was so fired up that she wanted that orgasm right now.

And I hadn't yet learned how to get her there.

With a gasp she rolled over me and reached to open the drawer of her night stand. With her on top of me like that, with full body contact, the sensation was incredible, but it lasted only a few seconds before she rolled back off of me, landing on her back. She had something in her hand and I had only a split second to recognize it as a dildo before it disappeared into her pussy.

She wailed and ground the thing deep inside her, rotating it in quick back and forth circles of maybe thirty degrees. I saw that this thing had balls on it, and those balls were being used to crush her clit.

It was a good thing our parents were playing bridge in Hennesey, because she screamed when she came. It was incredible.

Then she went limp, her hands falling to her sides, the dildo still embedded in her. She was breathing like she'd sprinted a mile, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

So, naturally, I leaned over to suck on a nipple again ... you know ... sort of milking her like she'd milked me.

I know it's not the same thing, of course, but it seemed reasonable to me.

"Promise me you'll never do that for Steve," I said. It was the first thing I'd said since she came.

"I promise," she said, staring at the ceiling.

"You okay?"

"I am both fantastic and in big trouble," she sighed.

"Explain."

"I can't ever do that with any guy," she said. She rolled her head to look at me. "If I do, I'm fucked." She blinked three times in a row and added one more word. "Literally."

"It was good for me, too," I said. After having been temporarily insane I was in possession of my faculties again. More importantly, I felt for the first time that what we were doing was not only reasonable, but ordained somehow. I was no longer uncomfortable in any way about this relationship we had developed.

"Good doesn't even approach it," she said. "I never wanted to have sex with anybody, Bobby. That made me want to have sex."

"We probably shouldn't do that," I said.

"Of course not," she replied. "But that doesn't change how I feel."

"You can save that for that special guy you're going to meet at college," I said.

"There are other things I never wanted to do, and that's all out the window, too," she said. "This is crazy!"

"What other things?" I asked.

She reached and removed the dildo from her pussy. I got my first good look at it. It was bright pink, but otherwise looked like a circumcised penis. The erection part was about six inches long, with the balls below that.

"Where in the world did you get that?" I asked.

"A friend ordered it for me online," she said.

"A friend?"

"I have to have some secrets from you," she said.

"Fair enough. How long have you had it?"

"Since last year."

"So Janet Sinderson got it for you."

Her eyes widened.

"How did you know that?!"

"It was just a guess."

Her head rolled back and she stared at the ceiling again.

"She said I should get you to play with me, but I told her I couldn't do that. And I couldn't. Not then. So we talked some more and went online and she ordered it for me."

"Looks like it works."

"I love it," she sighed.

"Let's get back to these other things you want to do now that you didn't want to do before."

She rolled her head to look at me again.

"Guys are such horndogs."

"Hey. I just lived through the best hour of my life. Can you blame me if I don't want it to end?"

"We need to be careful how it ends, Bobby."

"We've done okay so far," I said.

"Yes, but every time we do something, everything changes."

"I won't lie," I said. "I kind of like the changes so far."

"Of course you do. You're a guy. You just want to fuck something."

I was a little shocked. She sounded ... unsettled.

"That's not what I want," I said. "I'm not ready for that and neither are you. Plus you're right, that would be crossing a line we can't cross. I just like having fun with you."

"Fun," she repeated, softly. "It was fun. Too much fun. I think I finally understand what Mom warned me about."

"Mom warned you?"

"She said I had to be careful with boys because things can get out of control if you have too much fun."

"I don't think we just had too much fun," I said.

She sat up and crawled over me like I was just a lump of bedding. She stood beside the bed and stared down at me.

"Isn't it too much fun if it makes me want to do this?" she asked.

Then she bent over and as my astonishment paralyzed me, she took my cock in two fingers and sucked it into her mouth.

She maintained suction for a few seconds and I could feel her tongue swirling around my limp cock. Then she pulled off and stood up again.

"I'm going to take a shower and then get something to eat. I suggest you do the same thing."

Girls can do that. They have that kind of control sometimes. They can turn it on ... and then right back off.

It's something I've never fully understood, unless it has something to do with the fact they don't have balls to get blue.

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