Shooting in Hannah - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

As I got up off the floor I thought about the irony of the fact that she could frolic naked with her brother, letting him put his fingers and tongue into her sex, but felt more guilty if she used an inanimate latex object to do the same thing. I thought back to those first years when I secretly pulled my pud, feeling ashamed about it, being terrified of being observed or discovered. Only after years passed did I decide it was normal, and just a simple biological urge to fill a biological need that couldn't be filled in the 'usual' way.

Apparently Hannah hadn't worked that out in her mind like I had. She still thought masturbating was ... dirty. Doing things with me was dirty, too, but since I was involved I was just as guilty as she was, so it didn't matter that I knew what she was doing. And she didn't want to think of her mother, who was on the highest pedestal they built, as being flawed enough to do that, too.

Guys think about things like that differently, though. I didn't think of Mom as being flawed if she had a dildo. I thought it was hot. It wasn't that I had incestuous feelings toward her. Not like what I felt for Hannah. Rather I just thought of it as a beautiful woman satisfying herself in a very sexy way. And I couldn't blame her. Dad traveled for business once in a while and they were a very affectionate couple. I didn't think about them having sex - kids rarely want to do that - but I knew on some level that they did.

And if Dad was gone and Mom got horny ... what was she supposed to do?

Hannah didn't see it that way at all, though.

I didn't know what to say to her, though. I was pretty sure it wouldn't matter what I said, for that matter. Hannah can be very stubborn when she wants to be. I went to the bathroom, took a leak and then went back to bed and lay next to her again.

"I'll be your dildo," I said.

I know. It was stupid. Maybe I thought she'd stop thinking about the dildo if I alluded to us having sex, something we both kept trying to tell ourselves was a bad idea.

It almost blew my mind when her hand reached out in the dark, fumbled over my hip, and grasped my penis.

"You're not even hard," she said, accusation in her voice.

I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.

"I could be," I said.

Her hand abandoned me.

"No. And anyway, I'm not in the mood."

"Can I still sleep with you?" I asked. "Please?"

She was silent for a long time then, still lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling, she said, "Someday I'm going to have a daughter and she's going to come home from a bad date crying, and when I ask her what's wrong she won't tell me and I'll tell her about this."

"About what?" I asked.

"I'm going to say, 'Honey, it's not as bad as you think. When I was your age your Uncle Bobby begged me to let him get into bed with me. Just for sleeping, of course, but he wanted to sleep with me. So your life isn't as complicated as you think.'"

"Uncle Bob," I said. "My nieces and nephews are going to call me Uncle Bob."

"That's all you have to say about it?"

"I think you should tell her the story about how, when you were her age, your dildo went missing and you didn't know whether it was your parents or your brother who took it."

I got an elbow in my arm for that one, too.

"Go to sleep," she said.

It might have taken another half hour, but eventually we both did finally sleep.

As it turned out, she had other things on her mind than her dildo when we got to breakfast the next morning and she had to face grownups.

I woke up around six, with dim daylight coming through my window. Hannah had rolled around in the night, like she always does, and ended up lying half on me with her arm draped over me. Her T shirt was up around her armpits and her breasts were delightfully bare. I was still on my back but I shifted to face her, reaching to get her hair out of her face.

Her eyes opened just as I got comfortable again, pressed up against her. I still remember the sweet feeling of her soft breasts crushing against my chest.

"Morning," I said.

"Hi." Her hand moved along my side.

I kissed her. I didn't ask her if I could, I just did it. She kissed me back. I was already mostly hard, but it wasn't a piss boner because I'd gone to the bathroom only five hours before. It had started getting hard as soon as I woke up. She pushed against it with her abdomen.

It was a nice kiss, and it lasted a long time. Finally she pulled her lips away and said, "Imagine what would happen if anybody came in here and found us doing that."

"Naked," I added. "Or mostly naked, in your case. But, not to worry, though. It's only six. Almost exactly. Nobody else is up yet."

She sat up, took her T shirt off, laid back down and wiggled against me.

I scooted down and took a nipple into my mouth and she made a humming sound as I sucked it softly. Her hands came to play in my hair. I did that for a little while and then wiggled back up to kiss her again.

In the process, the tip of my prick snuck into her hollow and did some kissing of its own.

I kissed her and she leaned back.

"It's touching me," she said.

"It's been touching you for ten minutes," I said.

"It's touching me there."

"It's not in you, is it?"

"No."

"Then it's no big deal."

I kissed her again.

This time she kissed me back. It went on and on and she started wiggling again. She didn't raise her leg or open herself up or anything like that ... she just wiggled against me.

Then, so suddenly it was like magic, I felt something hot surround the tip of my penis. There was pressure, too, and a kind of resistance that was there and then gone again instantly. She stiffened and her head went back.

We stared at each other and her mouth opened and closed several times.

"Is that ...?" I finally asked.

"I think it is," she whispered.

"You're kidding," I said. "You're not even on your back." Callow youth expected her to have to be in a particular position for something like this to happen. I didn't think you could accidentally fuck your sister. I didn't think you could accidentally fuck anybody, for that matter. We both had much to learn.

I felt something squeeze the head of my penis.

"No, it's in me," she said. She blinked three or four times. "It doesn't feel like I thought it would."

At that point the reality of it hit me. Actually, it hit me on several levels. On one I was naked, in bed with my sister, and my penis was in her, which meant that if anybody did come into the room, I was a dead man. On another I was confused as to how this had happened. On yet another my mind was evaluating how good that heat felt and that when something had squeezed it, it was a little like when her cheeks caved in and she sucked on it. There was another level, though, and it turned out to be the one with the most power over my actions.

On that level, my brain knew that only part of my penis was inside a woman (for the first time) and that while it felt most interesting now, it would feel much better if more of my penis got into her.

That's the part that spoke cave man. It said, basically, "Fucking good! Me fuck woman now!" and made me hump upwards with my hips, and dig the heel of my top leg into the bed for purchase.

Within the space of an eye-blink, the only thing that was nestling into Hannah's hollow were my balls.

"Oooof!" she gasped as she was filled. Her breath rushed into my face.

I learned a lot of things that day. One of them is that, while teenagers may not know how to make love, instinct tells them how to fuck just fine. I had jabbed into her four or five times before she reacted by grabbing the skin of my chest with her fingers. During the night she'd grown razors on the edges of her fingernails and they dug into my tender skin with cruel pain. That pain cut through my lust like a red hot knife through soft butter.

"Ow!" I yelled

"Stop!" she yelled in return.

Realization rushed into me like an orgasm, except it didn't feel good.

"I'm sorry," I gasped. I bunched my muscles to get out of her.

Her nails stopped puncturing my chest and one hand flashed to my hip, where they started puncturing my hip instead.

"Stop!" she hissed again. "Don't move!"

I couldn't help moving. At least part of me couldn't. My whole penis was clamped in a hot, velvet vise, now, and it flexed in happiness at being where it was. I saw her eyes register feeling that flex.

"Wow," she whispered.

"You okay?" I finally got around to worrying about her, instead of me.

"It doesn't hurt," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

"So you're okay," I said. I'd heard all sorts of stories about girls bleeding like stuck pigs when some guy rammed them full of dick for the first time and advice like "Hold her down and fuck through the pain, until she's happy you did it." "Wisdom" like that is passed from one generation of ignorant boys to the next, and has been for centuries.

"I'm full," she said, as if that word had a special meaning.

"Please tell me you're okay," I pleaded.

Her hand eased off and went further behind me to simply pull me against her. Her lips came close to mine.

"I'm fine," she said. She gave me the tiniest of pecks. "I feel so ... strange."

"I should take it out," I said.

"No ... you shouldn't." She licked her lips.

"What?"

"I can't believe I worried so much about this," she said.

Then she kissed me again. This time it was no peck.

She communicated with that kiss that she was not unhappy about anything. In fact, I soon got the idea she was very happy I had accidentally skewered her. Her arms went around me and she humped me!

The part of my brain that had led to this whole full penetration thing woke up again and said, "Kissing good. Fucking better. Kiss while fuck her!" Again, we weren't making love. Not then. We just gave in to instinct. I kissed her back and pretty soon, due to both our actions, I rolled a little more on her and then a little more, until my knees were on the bed beside her thighs. Her legs were still clamped shut, as if they were trying to deny access to her honey pot, but it was too late. Later in life we would choose this position intentionally, because it created intense pressure on her clit. It also made things extremely tight inside her, which was a boon for both of us.

Looking back on it I think the only reason she had an orgasm at all was because of that pressure. If her legs had been open the whole situation probably would have played out differently. All I was doing was jabbing it in her. If you've ever been in a contest to see who could blow a balloon up the fastest it was sort of like that. I wasn't so much pulling out as relaxing my hips to make another thrust and the tip of my prick pounded the end of her tunnel as her clit was just destroyed.

I spurted within three minutes. I didn't time it, of course, but it couldn't have been more than that, and might have even been two. We kissed for the first minute of that and then were moving so violently we couldn't maintain a lip lock. At that point we just rutted, like animals, biology taking the reins and whipping them on our flanks. I spurted hard and had just enough time to recognize she was going to make a lot of noise, to grab a pillow and try to cover her face, which was in my neck at the time. She actually helped, but then bit my shoulder hard as she came. It was obvious, even to me, a complete novice, that she was cumming. The pressure on my prick was so strong that I felt like I got 'stuck' in her for a few seconds. I was still hard, but suddenly couldn't move within her.

We were both breathing like we'd sprinted two miles and I collapsed on top of her like a wet towel. Her hands kept gripping my ass cheeks, but not so hard anymore.

From start to finish ... from the first time I instinctively jabbed up into her, to the time I finally had enough energy to pull my milky-white cock out of her and roll so she could breathe, couldn't have taken more than seven or eight minutes. Ten at the very most. And that included the talking.

We lay there just breathing for a little while, until things seemed 'normal' again. Except, of course, nothing would ever seem really normal again for a long time.

"You okay?" I asked again.

She turned her head to face me. There were tears in her eyes. I felt pain in my stomach.

"I'm wonderful," she said.

The pain was gone by the time, a few seconds later, she rolled over and lay half on top of me this time.

"I love you so much, Bobby."

"I'm glad," I said. "It was an accident."

"I know. I don't care. It was the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life."

"Really?"

"I was so worried about it, but every part of it was perfect," she said.

"I didn't think you planned to do that with me," I said.

"I didn't. I wanted to, but I didn't think we would. But I knew I would some day, and I worried about that. I was stupid, though. It didn't hurt at all!"

"I thought you were going to squeeze it off there for a second, when you came," I said.

"I wanted to," she said. "I wanted to keep that beautiful thing in me forever."

I still don't know why it popped into my mind to say what I did, but I said it.

"Just because Mom took your dildo doesn't mean you can take mine."

She stuck her tongue out at me and then sat up. It turns out sex in the morning makes Hannah full of energy. I would later find out that sex at night made her sleepy. Go figure.

"I'm leaking," she said, reaching between her legs with one hand. "Good grief. It's not even six-thirty yet."

"We could get up and fix breakfast for everybody," I said. Turns out morning sex energizes me, too.

"They won't be up until eight. Anything we fixed would be cold by then."

"Want to go for a run?"

"I have to pee."

She went to the bathroom and sat on the pot without closing the door. I heard the splash of water in water and then I heard my toilet paper roll spin. The stool flushed and when she came out she was walking funny, like with a strange gait.

"I can feel what happened inside me," she said.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it just feels strange." She walked in a circle in the small part of the room that wasn't filled with the cot. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"right now I feel just like when I do it the regular way," I said.

She stopped and faced me, hands on her hips. She was so beautiful I felt my cock jerk.

"What we did is the regular way," she said. "Masturbating isn't what you're supposed to do. What we did is what you're supposed to do."

"Except for who we are," I pointed out.

Her hand waved.

"Yeah, that," she said, as if it were a mere technicality.

"My turn," I said, hopping up and going to the bathroom. I sat down so I wouldn't splash like she had, but left the door open, too.

When I got back she was lying on the bed, arms outstretched, feet spread maybe twenty-four inches.

"I just had sex," she sighed.

"We just had sex," I said.

She moved and ended up on her side, facing me.

"I want to do it again. How soon can you go again?"

"You're insane," I said. "We shouldn't have done it that time."

"I know, but you can't undo spilt milk," she said.

"I think that's cry about spilt milk," I said.

"Whatever. It happened and it can't be undone and I don't feel even a teensy bit like crying about it."

"That doesn't mean we should do it again," I said.

"Of course we should," she said. "It happened so fast I can't remember hardly any of it."

"If that wasn't a double negative, it was a negative and a half," I said. I thought it was interesting, under the circumstances, that my mind was willing to take time to pay attention to her grammar. "Never mind. Need I remind you there are four adults in the house who would freak out if they knew what happened?"

"No, you need not. But they're not in here right now, and you were snorting like a rhino while we were doing it."

"Me? You sounded like a train whistle when you came."

She looked at my shoulder.

"I bit you. I remember biting you. I can see where I bit you."

I looked down at my shoulder but couldn't see it. I went to my mirror and leaned toward it. The perfect impression of her pearly whites was on the skin between the tip of my shoulder and my neck. It was going to be there for a while. It might even bruise. I was going to have to be careful about covering it up.

I turned back to her to rebuke her but it stuck in my throat. She had a finger in her pussy.

"I feel so slippery in there," she said.

I should have reflected on exactly what was making her so slippery, but all I did was think in generalities.

"I came hard," I said.

"You sure did. I could feel it squirting in me," she said, her voice a little dreamy. "Janet's right. Feeling you cum in me was unbelievable."

"You came hard, too," I pointed out.

"I felt like I was going to break into a thousand pieces and float off into space," she sighed. She lifted her head and looked down at the finger that was penetrating her. "Do I look any different?"

It took me a second to realize she was asking about a specific part of her looking different, and I moved to peer at her pussy. She pulled her finger out to let me look.

"The lips look looser," I commented, critically.

"Let me see you," she said.

She sat up and I stood in front of her as her fingers came to lift my flaccid penis up and away from my balls.

"Nope. Looks just like it always does," she said.

"Well then, as long as nobody inspects my shoulder, we should be fine," I said.

She shuddered and looked up.

"I just imagined mom demanding to inspect me."

"I don't think she'd do that," I said.

"Ewww."

"So, are we going running or not?"

She pulled on my penis, stretching it out.

"We are not going running," she said.

Then, regardless of where my cock had just been, she leaned forward to suck its soft mass into her mouth.

The second time, things were much more orchestrated. She was, in fact, lying on her back, with her legs spread. I was kneeling above her with my hard-again prick hanging over her mushy pussy lips. I'd just finished working on her nipples again while she probed herself with her fingers. When I raised my lips from her stiff nipples, she raised her hand and gripped my penis with her thumb and two fingers. She tugged gently and I sagged.

She knew exactly where to put it and after she did that, I sagged some more. Any reticence I'd had was gone, now.

I didn't jerk it into her this time. I went slowly, luxuriating in the way her pussy slowly gobbled up my cock, the heat seeping along its length until I was all the way in and couldn't push any more.

"Oh yeah," she sighed.

I had the urge to put my knees outside her thighs, like the first time, but instead I withdrew and pushed in again.

"It feels different this way," she sighed.

"It feels good," I panted.

"I could do this for hours."

"I don't think I can do this for hours," I replied.

It wasn't that I felt like cumming. My back hurt. Apparently I had used muscles I don't usually use and they were complaining a little bit.

I let my weight down on her loins but kept my arms straight. That helped. I rocked forward and back, which caused my penis to move in her a few inches but not almost come out like I had been doing.

"Ooooo, that's nice," she cooed.

I kept going.

"When you go all the way in it touches something way up inside me," she whispered.

I went in and stayed there.

"Like this?"

She wiggled under me and then her hands came to move my hips sideways.

"Ohhhhh, Bobby," she groaned. "That feels fantastic!"

"Feels pretty good to me, too," I said.

"You really can keep doing that all day," she panted.

"You gonna cum?"

"I am if you keep doing that."

"Then I'll keep doing that."

I did. It was comfortable. My back didn't complain, though my arms were starting to strain a little. My only complaint was that I kept feeling like I wasn't as deep inside her as I wanted to be, and I had this urge to push harder.

She started whispering my name over and over again and then reached for a pillow and covered her face with it. I heard an agonized groan and her hips flexed. She was strong enough to lift me up a good six inches and her legs wrapped around me.

Just like that I was ready again and I just let it happen. I felt the soothing jets rush through my prick and imagined them trying to leap a foot into the air, but being restricted by her tightness.

I was making a mess again, but this time it was inside my sister, where it wouldn't have to be wiped up.

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