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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