Shooting in Hannah - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seven

We left my bedroom at seven-fifteen, making only the potential mistake of leaving at the same time. We were wearing fresh clothing, though neither of us had taken a shower. Had anybody else been up they might have reflected that we both got dressed in the same room at the same time, as opposed to one of us (me) getting up and getting dressed first, and then the other (Hannah) getting dressed while there was some privacy. We had a lot on our minds just then and weren't thinking about things like that.

But nobody else was up so it didn't matter.

Hannah mixed up pancake batter while I set the table and got the butter and syrup out and all that. She was frying bacon when Dad came into the kitchen.

"Who says teenagers are thoughtless?" he said. "It was nice of you to make breakfast."

"We appreciate our parents," said Hannah, who was desperately worried that every adult in the house was going to take one look at her and say, "Hey! You look very well-fucked this morning, Hannah! Want to explain that?"

"And we appreciate our children," said Dad.

Mom was only ten minutes behind him and she was just as appreciative. Dad had made coffee and she got a cup and sat down at the table.

"Remind me not to drink while I play bridge," she said.

She didn't look hung over. If anything she was bright and beautiful. She had this knack, no doubt a holdover from her modeling days, of always looking fresh and rested. She didn't wear (or need) a lot of makeup. In the old pictures of her she had long hair like Hannah, but she'd cut it short when we were born and had never let it get below her shoulders since then. She said it was easier to take care of that way.

"Don't drink when you play bridge," said Dad, smiling.

She ignored him and looked at me.

"How'd you two sleep?"

"Okay," I said. Hannah didn't say anything.

"I know it's a nuisance, but it won't be for long."

"No big deal," I said. I couldn't look at her, eye to eye. I thought the same thing Hannah did. They'd know. Somehow they'd know.

"Thank you," she said. "You're being very adult about this."

I was thinking about just how adult we'd been when Aunt June and Uncle Brad arrived together. Uncle Brad commented on how good something smelled and breakfast commenced without further delay.

The rest of that morning and early afternoon was spent in usual Independence Day fashion. Uncle Brad and Aunt June didn't have any children. I think Uncle Brad compensated for that by adopting us, at least for the day. He offered to buy fireworks and he wasn't kidding. We went to four different locations and I bet he spent three hundred dollars in all. We had thousands of firecrackers and dozens of specialty fireworks. You know the kind, little tanks that shoot sparks out of the barrel, parachutes, and things with names like Voodoo Balls, Street Fighter, Spider Rockets and so on.

The only thing he didn't buy were a lot of the night time stuff, because we planned on going to the big fireworks show that night in the city park. So we spent the day blowing things up and generally adding to the smoke in the neighborhood. It sounded like a war zone for most of the day.

There was a parade and then the festivities in the park got going. A traveling carnival was in town and was a big hit. The park was full of people sitting on blankets while their kids ran around and popped firecrackers, which were the only fireworks allowed in the park.

It seemed like a perfectly normal 4th of July except there was one part of "normal" I wasn't too keen on. It involved Hannah and she was doing something completely normal. That was hanging around with her friends and flirting with boys. I'd seen her do that dozens of times in the past. Back then I sort of snorted in my mind and felt sorry for the guys. That part was complicated. I felt sorry for them if she did like them, because I was pretty sure they wouldn't get very far with her. Not that I wanted them to, mind you. I just knew what it felt like to go out with a tease. I felt sorry for them if she didn't like them because if a popular girl ignores you, it makes you feel bad.

Anyway, at one point there were five guys all standing around Hannah and her friends, trying to get something going and competing for the girls' attention. Two guys seemed to be particularly interested in Hannah. She was laughing and smiling a lot.

As I said, in the past I would have reacted to this by mostly ignoring it.

But that was before I knew a load of my sperm was still soaking into her pussy.

Hmmm. Actually I don't know that for sure. How long does a load of sperm hang around in a girl's pussy? That's not the kind of question you ask in health class.

Anyway, that's how I reacted. I wasn't happy. It was obvious she was flirting with them and it made me ... I don't know ... sad? I wasn't mad, really. I mean we weren't going out and never would. She couldn't be my girlfriend. So it wasn't jealousy, exactly, but it had some of the same taste to it.

At one point whatever it was got to me enough that I went up and told Hannah I needed to talk to her. I made it sound like I was on a mission from Mom.

"You're flirting with those guys," I said.

"Of course I am," she said, smiling. "Three of them asked me out. I can't wait 'til Steve hears about that!"

"It makes me feel ... funny ... when I see you flirting," I said.

Her eyes got big.

"You can't be jealous, Bobby."

"I know. It just makes me feel funny."

"Look," she said. "If I go out with any of them it won't be any different than when I was going out with Steve. I'm not going to fool around with them. That's why I have you." She grinned at me like she'd made a funny joke. "Besides," she went on, "I'm supposed to act that way. People would think it was strange if I didn't."

"You're right," I said. "I know. I just don't like feeling like this, that's all."

"You're sweet," she said. She blinked. "I can't believe I said that. I just told my brother he's sweet!" Then she grinned at me again and went back to her friends.

I wasn't the only one who noticed Hannah flirting with the guys. I wouldn't have even noticed what happened except for my 'enhanced' relationship with my sister. It was only because I was paying more attention to her and what she was doing that I noticed Mom walk up to the group and say something. Hannah left with her and they went for a walk around the park.

Baldwin Park is made up of what used to be a big estate owned by Cyrus Baldwin back in the early 1900s. He made a zillion dollars in mining ventures and had a big mansion. The mansion is now the county historical museum and the rest of his estate became Baldwin Park. As the town expanded that made the park a huge green space in the middle of urban development. It was five blocks long and three blocks wide, with tennis courts, an 18 hole Frisbee golf course, basketball courts, and walking paths all over the place. There weren't all that many trees. It was like having half a dozen football fields of green space right in the middle of town. A visitor to town said it reminded her of Central Park in New York, except it didn't have as many trees.

My point is that a stroll on the sidewalk that went around the park took a while. They didn't get back to the family blanket for forty-five minutes or more.

By then Aunt June had unpacked our own family picnic, consisting of fried chicken, potato salad, veggies, deviled eggs, and chips. There were covered pavilions for large gatherings and the charcoal barbeque stands in them were being shared by lots of people. Dad went over to one and cooked some hamburgers and hot dogs.

Basically, we laid around and pigged out until it got dark enough for the fireworks to start.

Hannah kept looking at me strangely, like she was trying to send me a message of some kind, but she didn't actually say anything to me. Of course with all those adults around, anything she did say would easily be heard by them.

Uncle Brad was telling a war story about his time in Afghanistan when the first big boomer started the show. A bright ball of white streaked crookedly up into the sky, hung there for a second and then became a black ball as thunder rocked the park. Kids yelled and people clapped.

Then the show started and we did nothing but stare up into the sky for twenty minutes.

When we got home that night it was late and we all went to bed. It was strange watching Hannah get ready for bed. She took off her clothes - just like that - as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do with me standing there watching her. Then, naked, she went into the bathroom and brushed her hair. She closed the door, a minute went by, the stool flushed and she came out. I was naked by then, but I still felt strange.

She turned down the covers on the bed and got in, making it clear she was saving room for me. It was like that cot wasn't even there.

I got in, lying on my back and she snuggled up to me, pressing her hot breasts against my arm.

"I can't believe you got jealous today," she said.

The weirdness of the situation let me just say what was on my mind.

"I couldn't stand the thought of you being with any of those guys like this."

She kissed my shoulder.

"I wouldn't even think of being with any of them like this, Bobby."

"What does that mean?" I asked. It wasn't a rhetorical question. I really did wonder what all this would mean for our future.

"It means that you're the only guy who gets to do this," she said. "At least for now," she added.

"What does that mean?" I asked. My mind was whirling.

"Mom talked to me today," said Hannah. "She took me for a long walk."

"I saw that."

"She was the one who found the dildo. She basically interrogated me."

"About the dildo?"

"About what I'm doing with boys."

"Oh."

"She said the dildo made it clear I was ... she used the word 'normal' but then wanted to know what else I was doing. It was very strange, Bobby. She's never talked to me like that before."

"What did she say?"

"Well, for one thing she said that since I'm sleeping in here with you I don't need it. She said she'd keep it until Uncle Brad and Aunt June leave and then I can have it back. She asked a lot of questions about Steve, too."

"Like what?"

"Actually, it wasn't so much that she asked about him. She said she knew we were pretty serious before the breakup and told me all about how she lost her virginity."

"You're kidding!" I gasped.

"Nope. She said she was a virgin until she met Daddy. That had been very hard because of all the men she met as a model. She said some of them were very insistent but she had always been able to resist temptation until she met Daddy. She said after three dates with him she couldn't help herself. She said that worked out well, but it could have gone the other way. I think she was trying to tell me to be careful."

"Wow."

"Yeah. It was very strange, but really neat at the same time. I never thought we'd talk like that."

"I can imagine."

"Bobby ... she also said I should go on birth control pills."

"No way," I said.

"She said she wasn't on the pill when she met Daddy. She said that was part of her plan to stay a virgin."

"What?"

"She said it reminded her that having sex could screw up her whole career and made it easier to resist doing stuff."

I thought about that for a bit, trying to imagine my beautiful mother, surrounded by horny guys all trying to get into her panties. Then I didn't want to think about that anymore and went back to thinking about Hannah being on the pill.

"What did you say?"

"I told her I didn't have any plans on going that far with any guy."

"And what did she say then?"

"She said it was a miracle she didn't get pregnant before they got married. She said Daddy was a happy accident but that not all accidents will be happy. We never know what's going to happen and it would be better if I was protected than if I wasn't."

"She's right," I said. "We don't want any accidents."

"We've already had an accident, Bobby."

My mind instantly supplied me with a replay of my orgasm from the night before. Like an out of body experience I saw myself lunging into Hannah and grunting. For the first time I thought about the consequences of spurting millions of sperm into her defenseless womb.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I'm not," she said, seriously. "Last night was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me."

"But what if I got you pregnant?"

"I don't think you did. It's the wrong time of the month for that."

"It would ruin your life if I got you pregnant," I said.

"It would be a problem, but I wouldn't say it would ruin my life."

I stared at her.

"How can you say that?"

"If Steve had gotten me pregnant, that might have ruined my life. If Jerry Powell had gotten me pregnant, that would have ruined my life. If Shawn Nichols had gotten me pregnant -" I stopped her with a finger on her lips.

"Let's not talk about all the guys who might have gotten you pregnant."

"They couldn't have. I would never have had sex with them. That's my whole point."

"I don't understand."

"Bobby, you didn't rape me. I let you go in me. I think I wanted you to go in me. I was curious about it with some of the others, but I never wanted it to happen. But it was different with you. If I had your baby it wouldn't ruin my life because I know I'll always love you and you'll always love me."

"It would mess up your life immensely," I said.

"Okay, I'll agree with that. But it wouldn't be the end of the world."

"Tell me that when you have to go to Mom and tell her you're pregnant."

"That's why I agreed to go on the pill, you dufus."

She pulled me onto my side and got her arm under me, hugging me tight. I'd had a hardon ever since she got undressed. I remember feeling self-conscious about it when she came out of the bathroom and got into bed. It was still there and now it nosed into her gap, just like it had before the very first time it had snuck into her pussy.

"I want to have another accident right now," she whispered.

Then she kissed me.

I'm sure you don't want to hear all the lurid details. Suffice it to say that within ten minutes she was on her back, legs spread and I was deep inside her, trying not to cum because I wanted it to last a lot longer. I worked over her nipples which bent me into a position that made it hard to go deep in her and that helped. Pretty soon her hands were on my hips, pulling, digging her fingernails into me and I ended up lying firmly on top of her, my full weight on her torso, as I rocked in and out of her. She was gasping but when I pushed up to let her breathe she pulled me back down. She squealed softly as she came, her pussy throbbing around my prick.

Then I blew my brains out through my cock and put millions more dangerous sperm in her, hoping she was right about it being the wrong time of the month to make a little Bobby.

We did the same exact thing in the middle of the night. I didn't look at the clock but it was very dark outside. Then, when we woke up the next morning and I was hard again, she decided to find out what it was like to be on top. She sank down on me very slowly, squatting with her hair covering almost everything, looking down as her pussy gobbled up my penis. She rode me that way for a good twenty minutes before she fell down on me and made agonized noises into my neck.

Hannah was in the bathroom, taking a shower and I just happened to be sitting on the edge of the cot fastening the buckle on one of my sandals when my mother opened the bedroom door and came in like she owned the place.

We'd completely forgotten to lock that door!

"Good, you're up. Breakfast is ready."

"Okay," I said, my mind spinning with the thoughts of what would have happened if she'd come in just ten minutes earlier.

"It smells musty in here," she said, looking around. "Open the window before you come to breakfast."

"I will," I said.

"Boy's rooms always smell musty," she muttered as she turned to leave.

I still firmly believe the only reason she didn't identify what that "musty" odor was is because she had never walked into a room where she knew somebody had been having sex. And when she was having it herself, with Dad, her nose was desensitized to the odors they were producing.

I didn't want to think about that anymore.

I was just really happy she hadn't barged in ten minutes earlier.

It was a good thing Mom found that dildo, because that's what led to Hannah getting on the pill. It's a good thing she got on the pill because if she hadn't I'd have knocked her up for sure that summer. We had sex as often as we could figure out a way to do it without getting caught.

Her senior year was like that, as well. She went out on dates and then came back home where our parents were in bed and I wasn't. Well, actually, I was usually in bed, too. Which is why she came to see me after her dates. The guys got her horny and then she worked that out of her system by making love with me.

I took more photographs that year, shooting Hannah a number of times, but all of those pictures were for my private library.

Like I have a whole spread I could sell to any porn site of her naked, getting ready for prom, and then with her prom date (our mother insisted there be pictures and Hannah said I could take them on her phone) and then after prom, undressing again and splaying herself on her bed, wide open, arms out, pussy lips parted and beckoning her lover.

I did another series of shots of her dressed ... or undressed ... in a Santa hat and a little elf costume she made herself on Mom's sewing machine.

It was all for fun, just something that was exciting to do and something she couldn't do with anybody else.

I'd shoot Hannah in various poses ... and then shoot in Hannah. Also in various poses, come to think of it.

By the time Hannah went to college, she was very experienced in things sexual.

That was the problem. She went to college, at the major state university in our state, where there are tens of thousands of other young, healthy people around. That included hot guys ... and she was used to getting pretty much all the sex a girl could want.

Which meant Hannah got seriously horny being away from me.

She met a guy, of course. We'd both known that was likely to happen. What we'd shared had been wonderful, exhilarating, a kind of privilege most teenagers never have access to. But we knew it couldn't last forever. We both needed to move on and have normal lives. And have normal relationships.

I don't know what that was like for Hannah, but it was very difficult for me. I went on dates and there were girls I liked, but my outlook on making out had changed. I still liked it, but every girl I was with got evaluated like this: What if she got pregnant with my baby? How would I feel about that?

I'm not talking about 'How would this affect my life in the near and distant future?" What I mean is 'Do I love her and would I want to have a family with her?' The seriousness of that question makes it a pretty good way of suppressing the desire to get in a girl's panties. Unless you really do love her, of course. Which I didn't. I liked all the girls I took out, but not that much. The concept of there being some kind of "accident" with them created images of dark, cloudy, rainy days in my mind. Part of that, I'm sure, was because these were normal high school girls, immature, not ready to be all grown up and responsible.

This actually led to a phenomenon I wasn't even aware of until Hannah came home for Thanksgiving. She called Mom once a week, usually on a Sunday. Mom filled Dad in on stuff, but it never occurred to her to specifically seek me out to tell me how my sister was doing. Generally, information about 'college life' had been pretty sparse since she spread her wings and flew away. So there was a lot of catching up between her and our parents. Then there was the big meal and football on the TV in the afternoon. Mom was a big college football fan, something Dad was quite happy about. She and Dad watched a lot of games together. I usually watched with them if I didn't have other plans. In this case "our" team was playing, meaning the team from Hannah's university, so we all had a dog in the fight.

I didn't get to spend any time alone with her until late that night. Her room hadn't been converted to anything else. It wouldn't be for three more years. Hannah's stuff was still there and everybody expected her to sleep there. Including me, to be honest.

I was just getting into bed when she slipped in through my door, dressed in a T shirt and panties.

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