The Chaperone Blues
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Lori had looked on in disbelief as her mother had gotten out of bed
after kissing the coach and then followed him into the bathroom. It was
as though she had suddenly been transported to another dimension of
reality. And that was on top of the fact that their mother apparently
knew her children were sexually active...with each other. Lori wanted
to run away from the shame she felt, and yet, her mother's actions were
so bizarre that she wanted to stay and watch what happened next.
Caution overrode her curiosity, though, and when it became apparent
that her mother was going to STAY in the bathroom with Coach, Lori
jumped up and pulled the covers off her brother.
"Get up," she ordered tersely. "We have to get out of here before she
For Bobby, the reaction was slightly different. There was nothing he
loved more than the feeling of Lori's firm, tight pussy wrapped around
his cock. He loved the feel of her skin on his, of her lips against
his. He loved the smell of her hair. He loved the feeling of semen
bursting through his prick and out into Lori's belly. He hated using a
condom. Every time he made love with his sister something deep in his
subconscious hoped his baby would begin to grow in her. He hated school
only because he wished they were old enough to run away together and
start a family. He knew how stupid that really was. He knew it would
never work. But it was how he felt, and he couldn't...or
wouldn't…give it up voluntarily. Not even if it was
forbidden by his mother.
All this was the end result, actually, of how he felt ABOUT his mother.
He had always thought she was beautiful. As time went on he recognized
the strength in her, her abilities, her loving nature. When he entered
puberty and saw his first Playboy magazine, the first Bunny he looked
at could have been his mother's twin sister. And he had been in love
with his mother ever since.
Of course she wasn't available to him for anything more than the
hurried hugs and quick kisses she bestowed on him and his sister as she
went about her busy life. The kids were independent, and could cook and
do their own laundry. They even went to the grocery store and did the
family shopping occasionally.
In fact, a trip to the store and cooking was what had brought Lori and
Bobby together as more than just brother and sister. Claire had been
gone one night, to some function or other, and Lori had a hankering for
pie. She couldn't drive yet, being only fifteen, so she begged her
brother to take her to the store to get the necessary ingredients.
Having nothing else to do that night, he agreed and their trip through
the store had been interesting. It had been the first time they were in
a grocery store together, without their mother.
In the past they had competed with each other, trying to get their
mother to buy what each wanted, without caring what the other got.
Their separate, competing cries of "MOMMY, can I have THIS?" had driven
Claire to distraction, like it does every parent, and she had coped
with it, like most parents have to, by striking a balance of giving the
children what they wanted...if it was good for them and if she could
This time, though, there was no competition. As they strolled down the
aisles, looking for baking powder and various other things they had no
idea where to look for in a store, they worked as a team. They got
distracted in the cereal aisle, pointing out various older cereals they
had loved as children and not eaten for years—remembering a
carefree time of their lives that was gone forever. And they saw items
they didn't even know existed before that trip, some of which were
strange and funny to their teen sensibilities.
And they laughed, and joked, and found that they liked each other. It
was the beginning of a pivotal experience.
For those of you who have no siblings, this phenomenon of a brother and
sister "liking" each other may be difficult to grasp. You
“only children” out there would assume, naturally,
that ALL brothers and sisters "like" each other. Nothing could be
further from the truth. Siblings, as has been stated before, compete.
They compete for resources within the family. They compete in their
social relationships outside the family. And they compete for the
attention of the caregivers in the family unit. They compete for space,
for time on the TV, for clothing, for use of the car. They compete for
everything. If the parents are good at their job, siblings learn to
work together for the benefit of the whole family. But, arguably,
that's fairly rare, because parents are sucked into the competition
model at work and in their own social groups. Some parents even use
competition to get what THEY want from their children. True, most
siblings find a way to like each other later in life, when they've
grown up enough to recognize competition for the double edged sword it
really is, but for siblings under twenty to actually LIKE each
other...well it's a lot more rare than it should be.
And "like" doesn't mean they can be in the same room for a while
without arguing. It doesn't mean that they mind their manners at the
dinner table. It doesn't mean that they merely refrain from badmouthing
their brother or sister to their friends. What it means is that they
actually seek each other out, caring what the other thinks, sharing
special feelings and moments, helping because they care what happens to
the other sibling. It means they want their brother or sister to be
happy, and that they'll do whatever they can to help them find that
It means they are friends...with a blood tie that makes that friendship
more special than most others.
Finding that, or realizing that, is a powerful, life changing
Back in the kitchen, Bobby decided to stay and "help" make the pie. The
pie became pie and cookies, and then a cake was added and, at some
point when Lori had flour on her nose and stains on her T shirt, Bobby
had realized she was really a beautiful girl. His eyes had taken in the
swell of her breasts, under that shirt, and her rounded hips, and her
dimples, and the way her pony tail bobbed and swung as she moved her
head. And he realized he had found another woman who compared to his
More than that, she compared favorably.
"You're beautiful," he said, with wonder in his voice. "You're really
That had taken Lori completely off guard. While she had become
interested in boys, it was more of a clinical interest. Her girlfriends
gushed about kisses and groping sessions, but none of the boys she
looked at—who were available—made anything happen
in her when she imagined herself wrapped in their arms. She had a dream
lover whose only physical existence was her pillow, which she hugged
and kissed and clamped between her young thighs sometimes, but he had
no face. He had height, and width and strong hands in her
imagination...but no face. She went on a few dates, but the boys were
vacuous, talking about things she didn't care about or
understand. All they seemed to want to do was eat and boast,
and expected her to find that attractive enough to take off her panties
and jump their bones. One football player who asked her out gave her a
package in school the day before their scheduled date. Inside was a
pair of crotchless panties, with a note that said, "For our date with
She just wasn't impressed. That date hadn't happened, even though she
kept the panties. They were frilly, lacy and sheer—nothing
like what she owned before that.
No, boys just didn't impress her.
But none of them had ever said she was beautiful in a way that made it
obvious they really meant it, or paid any attention to her in soft,
caring ways. And Lori could tell that Bobby actually meant what he'd
Bobby blushed when he realized he'd spoken out loud. "Uh...sorry," he
"Why?" questioned his sister. "It was a nice thing to say."
"Yeah, but I don't talk that way to girls," said her brother.
"Especially not my sister."
"Well you should," she sniffed. "You made me feel really good. Nobody's
ever said I was beautiful before."
"You're kidding." Bobby was truly astonished. It was obvious his sister
was a stone fox...once you took the time to look at her.
"Well, I hear things like 'You're HOT, Lori,' and 'You give me a case
of the blue balls, Lori,' and crap like that. All that means is, 'I'm
horny and I want you to take care of my little problem.' They don't
really think I'm beautiful like you meant it. The only other person who
ever said that to me was mom," said Lori, turning back to the counter
to roll out more dough.
Bobby was a little off balance, or he probably wouldn't have said what
he said next.
"Well she should know," he muttered. "She's the most beautiful woman I
Lori heard something in his voice that struck a chord deep inside her.
Those two simple sentences were said with a level of conviction and
passion, and even a hint of frustration, she had never heard in a man's
"Why Bobby Richardson!" she said, her eyes narrowing. "You sound like
you're in love with your own mother!"
The look on Bobby's face had given her even more information about just
how strong her brother's feelings were about their mother. Initially
she was shocked, but the fluttery feeling in her own stomach made her
look at the situation differently than she would have if one of her
friends had come up to her and said, "Hey, you know your brother? He's
got the hots for your mother!"
As for Bobby, he felt like a pervert whose picture has just been
published in the paper, with a warning to keep mothers away from him.
He felt panic well up in his chest as he looked at his sister,
expecting her face to take on an ugly scowl. When it didn't, but rather
looked curious, he tried to salvage the situation.
"Sure I love my mother. Everybody loves their mother."
But Lori read between the lines. She was around him enough to know
everything that he did and most people that he talked to, and there was
no way in the world that he could have done anything with their mother
and her not at least suspect it. She thought about her own lack of
interest in dating and her dream lover.
"Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked. There was a tiny
thing inside her that made her worry that she must be gay because of
her lack of interest in boys. She had worried about Bobby too, because
he didn't date much either.
Bobby tried to bluff his way through it. "Of course not. I go out all
"Yeah, but you never go out with anybody very many times," countered
"You should talk. Jimmy Jones said he had a date planned with you and
you didn't even show up!"
"That's because he gave me crotchless panties to wear on the date,"
said Lori. "Would you have wanted me to go on that date?"
"He did not!" said Bobby. The idea of one of his friends giving his
sister crotchless panties was just ludicrous. "You're kidding," said
Bobby, his mind suddenly conjuring up crotchless panties on his sister.
What made it even more bizarre was that he could only imagine them on
the OUTSIDE of what she was wearing.
"Nope. I still have them. They're hidden," she said.
"Wow," said Bobby softly. "I'm going to have to have a little talk with
"No you're not. I already took care of things. I don't need big brother
throwing his weight around. I can take care of myself," she said firmly.
"Did you ever wear them?" he asked suddenly.
Lori put her hands on her hips. "Where would I wear crotchless
panties?" she asked heatedly.
"Come on, Lori, he didn't really give you crotchless panties," Bobby
Lori stuck her jaw out. "What? You don't believe me? You want to see
them or something?"
She turned for the kitchen doorway. "Come on big brother, I'll prove it
Bobby tried to defend himself. "I didn't say I didn't believe you. I
just wanted to know if you'd ever worn them." He followed her down the
hall to her room.
When he got into the room Lori was bent over, rummaging in the bottom
drawer of her dresser.
Again Bobby saw wispy red panties spread over his sister's round
bottom...on the OUTSIDE of her jeans. He wanted to laugh, except that
he felt guilty.
Lori turned around unexpectedly, a bit of blue cloth in her hand. She
saw where his eyes had been.
"You pervert! You were looking at my butt!" she said.
"You can't tell a guy you're going to show him a pair of crotchless
panties and not expect him to look at your butt," Bobby argued.
"Besides, you're SHOWING me crotchless panties, so you're just as much
of a pervert as I am."
Reminded of what she had in her hands, Lori held them up and spread the
waistband apart with her hands. That they were crotchless was
"See?" she taunted him. "I was telling the truth!"
"I DIDN'T say you weren't!" said Bobby. "I just wanted to know if
you’ve ever WORN them!"
"NO I HAVEN'T!" she yelled.
"WELL WHY NOT?" her brother yelled back at her.
Like many siblings, they had gotten into an argument that wasn't really
about...the argument. What was REALLY happening was that they were both
experiencing things they couldn't understand, and yelling was one way
of coping with it.
"I've never found a boy I wanted to wear them for," she said, her voice
tightly controlled, but full of emotion. "I suppose YOU want to see me
Bobby was struck dumb. He had no idea how to react to that. But his
autonomic nervous system reacted for him. His heart rate increased, as
did his breathing rate. His pupils dilated, to let in more light. He
felt a tightness in his chest.
And his prick began to fill with blood.
It showed on his face, and that fluttery feeling in Lori's belly turned
into a ball of warmth that she had never felt before. "You DO want to
see me in them," she said, her voice hushed.
"I AM a pervert," moaned Bobby. "My DICK is getting hard, Lori!" He
said it like he couldn’t believe it. It came out again,
helplessly. "I'm a pervert," moaned Bobby. "My DICK is getting hard for
my own sister!"
Now Lori was the one who was speechless. Her own autonomic nervous
system kicked in and made the same kinds of changes in her body. Since
she didn't have a penis to engorge, her system sent the blood to her
nipples and clitoris and they swelled, becoming more sensitive.
Just like Bobby knew what his swelling penis meant, Lori knew what the
sudden tingle in her nipples and the itch between her legs meant. And,
at this point, though Lori didn't understand why that was happening,
that fluttery feeling in her stomach made her feel...daring.
She had finally found a boy she wanted to wear crotchless panties with.
"Turn around," she said.
"What?" Bobby didn't understand.
"I'm going to put them on. Turn around," she repeated.
Lori never thought about the idea that, in the space of minutes, she
would be standing in front of her brother dressed only in crotchless
panties. But the idea of doing just that was so exciting that she
almost trembled. She was caught on the horns of a teenage dilemma in
which, on the one hand, she wanted to do something exciting. That was
to appear in front of a boy—her brother—clad only
in crotchless panties. On the other hand, though, she had been taught
to be modest and that was well ingrained into her psyche. She didn't
think about the fact that if he watched her get undressed and put the
panties on, he wouldn't see any more than if he just saw her in them.
All she thought about was that getting undressed in front of a boy was
immodest, so he had to turn his back.
Bobby turned in a daze, simply responding to her directions. His mind
was in a whirl. He kept seeing panties on the outside of her jeans.
True, they had changed from red to blue, but he still couldn't
visualize her without the jeans. Before he could think of what to do
she spoke again.
"OK...you can see them now."
Bobby's mind still had her in jeans. The reality of what she'd done
blasted that image from his mind forever.
She had, in fact, stripped naked before putting them on. She stood
tense, ready to bolt, a stiffness in her limbs that made her look like
Bobby gasped in a breath as he took in white breasts that were larger
than he'd imagined, with rosy pink nipples that were longer than he'd
imagined. The blue lace set off her skin and hair, all of which were
pale and drew the gaze to the soft fluff of almost white hair that
peeked out between the opening at the crotch.
"Oh fuck, Lori," he gasped.
Bobby's face...the look in his eyes, an almost predatory jungle look of
overwhelming emotion, and the word he used, made Lori's knees weak. She
felt like a mouse cringing under the paws of a cat that was ready to
eat her. It was the most fantastic feeling she had ever felt in her
life. His face said it all. She really WAS beautiful to this man who
was her brother. He WANTED her.
Had she been able to stop and think, she would have realized she'd seen
that same look on the faces of boys she'd pushed away. And she might
have wondered about that. Why would she push them away and then want to
welcome that look on her brother's face?
But she didn't have time to think. Nervously she asked, "Do I look OK?"
Bobby tried to clamp down on the emotions that had already made his
dick iron hard. This was his sister. He shouldn't feel this way about
her. He shouldn't feel the things he felt for his mother either.
Feeling his control slipping, he decided to confess, hoping that Lori
would be compelled to throw him out and remove any risk that he might
act on those emotions.
"No, you don't look OK," he said, his teeth hard to part in his mouth.
"You look fabulous. Lori…I want to do things to you. Maybe I
should leave now."
Lori's building emotions continued to push her toward where, an hour
ago, she would never have dreamed of going.
"Like what?" she asked, her stomach churning.
Bobby, having a difficult time cutting things off, was lured further by
her apparent interest and lack of horror at what he was suggesting.
"Hold you," he said tensely.
"What's wrong with that?" asked his sister. "That's not perverted."
"You're naked," he pointed out.
"No I'm not, I'm wearing panties," she countered.
Bobby's frustration and desire bubbled over.
"I want to suck your luscious titties. I want to lick your pussy! I
WANT TO FUCK YOU!" he yelled.
There was a sound in Lori's abdomen, akin to the sound a stomach
makes—growling when hunger is strong. But it wasn't Lori's
stomach that made that sound. Her pussy got so wet it dripped, soaking
the fluff poking from between the edges of the crotchless portion of
her panties. Dewey drops collected on the ends of a few of those hairs.
Lori flushed, feeling the heat of the blood suffusing her cheeks and
neck and chest. She felt fire shooting through her loins and her
nipples ached so much she had to reach up and squeeze them both between
her thumbs and fingers. The pleasure of that tipped the balance.
"Would you please kiss me first?" she asked softly.
Bobby discovered that the idea of kissing his sister was suddenly
appealing in a way that surprised him. She was his sister...and that
made it seem odd. But she was a beautiful young woman, too, and that
made it attractive to him. Something bloomed in his gut and he found
himself anxious to kiss her, wondering what her lips would feel
like...taste like. He was so focused on the kiss part that he didn't
even process the rest of the insinuation in her question. His autonomic
nervous system heard that promise, though, and finished preparing his
body for mating.
What happened then was a comedy of errors as both young people crashed
into each other, each one trying to do something with their hands and
not knowing what to do. Their lips crushed together and, for a few
minutes, that was enough. But the feel of her hot breasts through his
shirt made Bobby crazy and he pushed her away long enough to rip his
own shirt off.
Then they crashed together again, their chests rubbing. Their noses
clashed as each one tried to tilt his or her head in the same
direction. Then they both switched to the other direction at the same
time and their teeth touched, banging. Bobby's hands cupped his
sister's butt through the panties and she moaned as he pulled her
against his stiff bone.
Bobby groaned as he felt nectar leaking from his cock. "Lori, you don't
know what you're doing to meee," he moaned.
"Show me," she whispered. She had never been this excited in her whole
short life. She wanted to see everything...feel everything...do
everything. She was a runaway emotional train with no brakes.
Then they were apart while Bobby frantically pushed down his jeans,
kicking off his shoes. Lori held her breath as he thumbed his shorts
and pushed them down.
What she saw then shook her to her core. Bobby's prick was, in her
opinion, a massive thing, thick and veined, not as long as she thought
it might be...blunt looking, like a cardboard roll when the toilet
paper is gone, but with pink flesh wrapped tightly around it.
"Oh Bobby," she sighed. Her mind screamed that it would never fit in
her, and then argued that nobody said they would even try that, while
other parts of her mind couldn't wait to feel that inside her. She
almost fragmented mentally with her urge to run and her urge to take
that thing into her mouth and hand and pussy.
"Oh Bobby," she sighed again. "Oh please hurry."
She pulled him to her bed, with its pink bedspread covered with cartoon
characters, and their legs tangled as she tried to lie down, crawl on
the bed and pull him with her all at the same time.
Then he was over her again, and that same feeling of being a mouse
under a cat came flashing back into her mind. His head darted to her
breasts and she gurgled with the impact of the feeling as he sucked
hard on a nipple. Her legs tried to flop open, an automatic Neanderthal
reaction as her body begged to be bred, but his leg was in the way and
she could only move one leg to the side. He felt her leg hit his and
lifted his own and she groaned as she was able to spread her legs,
opening herself to be plundered. He shifted to the other nipple and her
knees drew up, digging her heels into the bed. She arched her back,
driving her pussy up at him, and whined when her thighs hit his waist
and she couldn't make it touch anything. Her pussy wanted to be
touched...stroked...fucked. With her eyes closed she remembered the
look of that huge thing that jutted from the brown hair at the base of
it and reached, twisting sideways, groping, trying to find it. She
whined again. It was beyond her reach.
"Bobbeeeeeee," she moaned. "I'm on fire."
Bobby had given up trying to control himself, too. His mind, too, was
fragmented by the multiple sensations vying for his attention. The feel
of her soft naked skin touching him sent electric sensations, almost
pain, out from each place they touched. The taste of her nipples
threatened to make his head explode. The feel of her legs
opening...promising that they wouldn't have to stop...made his prick
lurch and drip. Her voice rasped in his brain, like the cry of a child
who needs help and who drives you to heroic feats to save her. He
pushed up and moved up, knowing his penis would be just above her pussy.
When Bobby moved, Lori's flailing hand found his young manhood. She
gripped and pulled, almost savagely, until it nosed into the gap made
in the panties for this very reason. It nudged between the petals of
her pussy. His motion already started, when Bobby felt that fiery
embrace, he pushed savagely, impaling his sister's defenseless pussy in
one streaking lunge that took the tip of his cock clear to her womb.
Lori was shocked at the pain. Her body had been telling her this was
what she wanted. But his savage, hymen-shredding entry sobered her
instantly and she writhed, trying to get away from the invading
monster. A scream of agony tore from her lips and her hands scrabbled
now at his sides, trying to push him away. It was torture!
Bobby was beyond control, though. His mind registered her anguished
cry, but the Neanderthal part of it insisted that this was
right—that he must go on. His hips lifted, drawing his prick
almost out of his lover and then fell, powering back into her belly.
She grunted with the force of it and her fingernails dug painfully into
his sides, pushing. He let her push him back up, and the muscles in his
abdomen and buttocks clenched, driving him into her again. He heard the
squelch of fluids being displaced and the smack of skin hitting skin.
His body set up a repetitive motion, pulling and then slamming back in,
pounding the soft body under him, as if he were trying to pound her
into submission as she cried out over and over again. Her cries were
like music to the Neanderthal’s ears.
Lori couldn't make the pain go away. He was too heavy...too strong.
Then her pussy was suddenly empty and she took a breath to shout her
relief. That breath blasted out of her as another agonized cry as the
monster ravished her pussy a second time. She felt like she was being
split open, that she must surely die. Then the pounding began and she
got faint as her body jiggled and shook as it was abused.
Then, suddenly, so suddenly that she was taken completely by surprise,
a streak of that earlier pleasure shot through her loins. Her vaginal
tissues were beginning to adapt...stretch...loosen, and his penis
scraped along her engorged clit each time it slammed into her body. Her
eyes had been closed, squeezed tightly at the pain, but now they opened
wide as more and more of those delicious feelings began to flood her
senses once again. Now the balance had tipped and, while there was
still pain, it had taken on a new feel, like the pain of worked
muscles...a bearable pain...a good pain.
And even that faded away to be replaced by overwhelming feelings of
ecstasy that made her lift her hips, like they had before, when they
were seeking something to fill her emptiness with. Her hips seemed to
know when to do this and soon she was pounding her pussy UP off the bed
as his prick slithered into her on his down stroke. She spread her legs
wider now and that helped too, allowing him to go deeper than before,
where he hit something that made Lori want to scream again, only this
time NOT in pain, but in joy!
Lori had felt orgasms before when she used her fingers, and she felt
that excitement building inside her. She welcomed it, because that was
something familiar, that she knew what to expect from. But it kept
building and then built some more until again she thought she'd fly
apart if there wasn't some kind of release. She cried out again,
thrusting, writhing, trying to reach for that sweet release. Now her
fingernails dug into her brother's buttocks as she pulled him into her
as deeply as possible.
Bobby too felt the release he so desperately sought begin to build. He
gave no thought to letting that release take place outside his sister's
pussy. His body drove him single-mindedly to just...get there. And when
his balls clenched and he knew it was there, the Neanderthal in him
whispered, "Go deep," and he did. He slammed into her one last time and
held himself rigid as his balls emptied themselves into the hot,
clasping pussy wrapped firmly around his prick.
Lori felt Bobby go stiff. She felt the penis inside her get even
larger. Then she felt the rush of heat deep in her belly, right next to
the thing she had almost instantly learned she loved to have prodded.
That heat surrounded the little thing inside her and her orgasm loosed
itself throughout her body.
Again, Bobby heard his sister's now hoarse voice give out an agonized
cry, but this one sounded different than the first ones had. This one
had the force of unbridled joy supporting it. The part of Bobby's mind
that knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he had hurt his sister
and hurt her badly...relaxed a little. She couldn't sound that joyful
if she was still in pain.
They lay there, gripping each other with muscles that were almost
locked. They drew in great gasping breaths of air, which cleared their
minds enough to assess what had just happened. Bobby could tell that he
was heavy upon her and rolled sideways, holding her, until they were
face to face, lying on their sides.
Lori remembered the pain. She knew how severe it had been—how
she would have done anything to make it stop. But she couldn't feel
that now. And, as he rolled, and his now limp penis pulled out of her,
Lori felt the loss…the emptiness...and she knew that she
would have to be filled again.
"I love you," she whispered to her brother.
"How could you? I heard your screams," he said.
"That's gone. I don't think that will happen again," she sighed. "It
had better not," she added.
"I raped you," he moaned.
"No," she said. She didn't know what that was, but it wasn't rape. Not
as far as she was concerned.
"How did this happen?" he whined.
"I don't know," said Lori. "And I don't care...as long as it happens
"We can't." He was a little boy again. Now he thought of the
consequences. "You'll get pregnant. It will hurt you."
"We'll do something about that," she said soothingly.
"What did we do?" he sounded lost.
"You took my cherry," she whispered. "And I love you for it."
She kissed him until he calmed down enough to know she was being
truthful with him.
Lori had walked gingerly for a day or two after that, but no one
noticed. It was Lori, in fact, who initiated their second liaison.
Bobby had avoided her, still uncomfortable with the wild thing that had
taken control of him and changed their lives. But Lori wouldn't be
denied. She went to him in his room and badgered him into putting it in
When, this time, the only sounds she made were coos of encouragement
and joy, Bobby relaxed. And to their amazement, this time was soft and
gentle, almost slow, without the raging passion that had consumed them
both in that initial encounter. Bobby went slower, though just as
deeply, and it was Lori who began to make him speed up. She had two
orgasms before he flushed her full of his seed.
They were hooked.
Just how much they were hooked was shown by the fact that they had been
driven to make love in a motel room with their mother only a few feet
It had driven them until they had been caught.
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