Being A Jerk For Halloween

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

We were sitting on the bed, Indian style, still naked and facing each other in the dark.

"There is no way in the world that Gramps didn't want us to stop," I said.

"Did he actually tell us to stop?" asked my sister.

"Well no, but ..."

"Did he say what we were doing was wrong?"

"He said we were idiots," I said.

"Did he say 'This is wrong and you shouldn't do it!'?"

I sighed. "Do you honestly believe he thinks it's okay for us to be sitting here naked, thinking about starting back up what he stopped us right in the middle of?"

"I don't know what to think!" she said. "That's what I'm trying to figure out."

"Well it's really kind of academic," I said. "I mean we're not going to start back up. That much is obvious."

"Is it?" she asked.

I snorted. "Tell me you're horny."

"I'm horny."

"That's not funny," I said.

"Tell me about it," she said. "You think it's easy being a slut for your own brother?"

"You're not a slut, Robbie."

"Then why do I want to jump on top of you right now?" she asked.

"Are you serious?" I asked, incredulous.

When we lay back down, it was tentatively. I think we were both expecting Gramps to rampage back in there and ask us just what the hell we thought we were doing.

But he didn't.

And pretty soon our hands began to wander and touch and stroke. This was very different from what we had done before, because it was very slow and deliberate. It was almost like we were merely exploring each other's bodies, trying not to get excited. Our kisses were tender and soft, with not very much tongue. We did a lot of rubbing of our bodies together. I did suck at her nipples, but not hard, or urgently. And her hand on my cock, which was like iron again, was very gentle.

And when she pulled at it, getting it between her legs, we found out I could get into her while we were both still on our sides. It didn't go in as deep, but her hand on my butt, gently pressing me towards her, and the added warmth of her kisses while I moved in her a little bit, told me she like it, and that was what counted. I don't remember why I felt like pulling her on top of me, but she rolled with me, and managed to keep me in her in the process. The change was stark, because as soon as she put her knees beside my hips I went deep into her and she moaned in my ear. Then she put her hands on my chest and pushed herself upright, leaning at a 45 degree angle, and started rocking forward and back.

Almost immediately I felt her pussy flutter all around my cock and she whimpered, lifting one hand to cover her mouth. Her hips sped up and I knew then she was cumming. That's really all it took and I felt the soothing jets of my own cum jerking through my cock and into her pussy.

She lay back down on top of me in what seemed like slow motion. She wasn't panting, but she was breathing really deeply.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

"I love you too," I whispered back.

It was so comfortable, that neither of us wanted to move.

We didn't intend to fall asleep there, in my bed.

But we did.

"Get up you two. Big day!" Gramps' gruff voice came from the doorway, making me jerk. Robbie rolled away from me, muttering. She was only a morning person once in a very long while.

"Are you awake?" he asked.

"Yes!" I barked.

"You've got maybe two hours to get this place and yourselves cleaned up and presentable for your parents," he said.

Robbie sat up like a rocket had propelled her. The sheet fell down, exposing her pert teen titties. Gramps didn't look away. She looked around wildly, started to cover her breasts, and then didn't.

"We'll be ready," she said.

"Good." He closed the door.

She looked at me and said, "I told you so."

"Damn," I said, still tense at being caught in bed with my sister the second time.

She got up.

"Come on. We have to wash the sheets and air out the room and take showers."

I learned something else that morning. It is simply incredible how sexy a woman can look stripping sheets off a bed and straightening things up if she's doing it naked.

Mom looked rough. Her face was a mass of yellow and purple bruises. They had done surgery on her shoulder and hip, where the car had plowed into the driver's door. The guy driving it had been running from the cops and tried to run a red light.

They brought her home in an ambulance, and put her in a wheel chair to get her into the house. Thankfully, most of our house was on ground level. There were four bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, but two of the bedrooms were really only the size of a large closet, with the bathroom between them. Our parent's room was downstairs, so they were able to roll Mom in there and get her in bed. Dad looked tired, but he took the time to stop and look around.

"Place looks good," he said to Robbie. He knew who had cleaned up.

She beamed. "Thank you, Daddy," she said.

"I helped," I complained.

"He did," Robbie admitted.

"Even better," said Dad. He looked at his father.

"Thanks. I can't tell you how much it meant to know the kids were okay."

Gramps waved one hand in the air. "It weren't nothin'," he drawled. "The kids only drove me almost insane." He looked down at his left shoulder, screwed up his face, grabbed at something that wasn't there with his right hand, and threw it violently on the floor. He said "Get off!" while he did this. I snickered. Robbie rolled her eyes. Dad, apparently having see this before, ignored it.

"You heading straight back home?" he asked.

Gramps nodded. "Been gone too long. Got important things to do and important people to see."

"What important people?" asked Robbie.

"Never you mind," said Gramps. "You just remember all that sage advice I gave you while I was here."

"We will," said Robbie, and managed to say it without blushing.

"Then I'm outta here," said Gramps. His bag was already in his car. He hugged Robbie, and then me. As he let me go he whispered, "Don't be stupid."

Robbie took paper and pen into Mom's bedroom and made a list of things Mom wanted. Then she and I made a list of grocery items we thought we could cook up to make meals for the next week. Robbie went and told Dad we were going to the store. He nodded.

"You drive," she said, throwing me the keys.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I always drive," she said.

"I don't mind."

"I know you don't. That's one of the reasons I love you."

"I'm still not used to hearing you say that," I said. "Not like that anyway."

"Get used to it," she said.

"That's not what Gramps advised," I argued.

When we had appeared in the kitchen, showered and dressed, with the incriminating linens in the washing machine, Gramps had told us both to sit down.

He did not serve us breakfast.

Instead, he sat down and looked at the two of us for a minute. Then he focused on Robbie.

"The other day, your brother asked me how old I was when I got my first shot of pussy."

Robbie blinked about four or five times in a row and she got kind of pale. She wasn't used to hearing that kind of talk coming from an adult's mouth either. Gramps had to see her reaction, but he didn't bat an eye.

"I told him I was fourteen, and that I didn't want him to make the same mistakes I had. He wanted to know more. I was unwilling to tell him more then, but after last night, I rethought my position."

Robbie and I sat like statues.

"That first time was with your Great Aunt Ruby," he said.

Robbie jerked. "Your sister!" she sighed.

"My sister," he agreed. "So I know how the two of you feel, and I know how you can end up in the situation you were in last night. But the thing is, it can really screw things up."

"But you said you didn't get her pregnant," I reminded him.

"That's true. I didn't," he said. "But we knew it was wrong, just like you two know it's wrong. You wouldn't have reacted like you did last night if you thought everything was fine and dandy. And so we decided we couldn't do that any more, and we stopped doing it with each other."

"And somehow that was a mistake?" Robbie sounded confused.

"I said with each other," he reminded us. "Once you open that can of worms, you can't stuff all of them back in there. Once you become a sexual being, you remain a sexual being. We couldn't resist having sex once in a while ... but it wasn't with each other. And that, as it turned out, was the problem, because Ruby trusted the wrong guy one time and she did get pregnant."

"Uncle Phil?" asked Robbie. Uncle Phil was Aunt Ruby's husband. They had a bunch of kids, who were responsible for all the cousins Robbie and I had.

"No. She met him later. She wouldn't tell our parents who got her pregnant, and they sent her away. She came back a month later and was no longer pregnant." His face kind of sagged. He looked sad and I saw wrinkles on it for the first time I could remember. "She told me what happened. They tied her to a table and pushed things into her until the baby was aborted. She cried a lot after that, and all I could think of was that if I had gotten her pregnant, the same thing would have happened."

"Oh wow," said Robbie.

I knew about abortions, of course. You heard about them on the news, when they talked about abortion clinics and the anti-abortion protesters and politicians and all that. But I had never really thought about it. I was suddenly imagining Robbie, struggling on a table and crying out. It made me sick at my stomach. I knew that wasn't how abortions were done these days, but still, the thought that a baby I helped create might not be born just made me feel sad and queasy.

"You two have opened Pandora's box," he said. "I understand how you feel. But you have to understand that, with the choice you have made, comes responsibility. It feels like a game, but it's not." He looked at Robbie. "I'm assuming, based on your reaction last night, that you're not on the pill."

She flushed, but shook her head. He went on.

"We didn't have the pill back then. If we had, maybe things would have turned out different. At that age I couldn't even get a rubber in those days, and that's all different now too. But last night, neither of you were taking advantage of any of the things that would prevent a possible disaster. And that's what I thought you were both too smart to do."

He stood up. "You two are a lot older than Ruby and I were. I'm not going to treat you like kids. So I expect you to act like adults. Your parents are going to go through a rough time getting your mother back on her feet. She's not going to be able to go back to work for a long time. The last thing they need is to have to deal with a daughter whose belly is swelling with a baby whose father she is ashamed to name, and who can't support her openly. Nor should they have to deal with a son who has knocked some girl up and, to do the right thing about that, has to forgo college and take whatever wage he can get to support her. And neither of them needs the distraction of dealing with the reaction of the community if somebody should find out how you two feel about each other. I can't tell you what to do, because you have to make those decisions yourselves. But you both know how dangerous that kind of love for each other can be. Don't be stupid. That's my advice to you."

He hadn't taken questions. He had served us breakfast and then gone to finish packing up his suitcase, leaving us to reflect on what he'd said.

"Okay," she admitted. "His advice was for us not to be stupid. But that doesn't mean we can't love each other. We just have to be be smart about it. He and Aunt Ruby decided to stop, and that got them in trouble."

"Nice try," I said. "But it only got her in trouble, and only then because she kept having sex."

"So now that I've found the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced, you want me to just give it up," she said.

"You gonna ask Mom and Dad to put you on the pill?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said, but she didn't sound very sure of herself.

"I can't wait to hear your answer when they ask you why you want to do that," I said.

"Maybe I won't answer," she said.

"And maybe they won't agree to do it," I pointed out.

"Well, will you promise to always wear a condom?" she asked.

"Yes," I said immediately.

"Well there you go," she said. "Problem solved."

I shook my head. "We both know condoms aren't a hundred percent. They drill that into your head every time they talk about using them."

"I don't like where this is heading, Bobby," said my sister, sounding worried.

For once I was the practical one. "Gramps is what ... sixty? You saw the pain on his face when he was thinking about stuff that happened almost half a century ago. I'm not interested in having those kinds of memories thirty or forty years from now. I want to be able to hug you then and feel just as good about it as I do now."

"I really don't like where this is heading," moaned Robbie.

"You're not alone," I said. Then I sighed. "Maybe we'll think of something."

A month went by. For the first half of that Mom was still on serious drugs. They handled the pain, and talking to her was fun because she would talk about just about anything. I think the drugs lowered her inhibitions, and she was willing to talk about stuff she might have otherwise just kept to herself. Each of us spent part of the evening sitting with her, which was kind of neat because we had time to really talk about things on an extended level. I hadn't realized it, but we really didn't talk to our parents all that much before this happened.

During that month Robbie and I only had sex one time. It was right after her period ended, which was the first one she had since I had cum in her unprotected, and which was the first one in many years she was actually happy to have. She was extra horny coming off her period too, which makes sense biologically. I finally bought those Trojans and we used one one night. We told our parents we were going on a double date, which was not true, and then had sex in the back seat of the car.

It was less than satisfactory for a number of reasons.

First, we were both terrified that somebody would come along and find us doing it, even though we were parked behind the grocery store, behind a big stack of pallets. The most likely person to find us would be a cop, but we couldn't think of anyplace else to go where it would be private. It was also uncomfortable, because there wasn't enough room.

And finally, Robbie hated the Trojan. She said it felt completely different, and not in a good way.

So we went home and waited until our parents were asleep. Then, instead of fucking, I licked and sucked her pussy until she came, and she gave me a blow job, this time taking me all the way. She stayed on me too, and swallowed my cum. She almost threw up, but got it under control. A minute later she decided it wasn't so bad after all and made me kiss her and give her tongue.

So there was some good and some not so good involved in that episode.

Neither of us thought of a solution to our problem until Robbie announced she was going on a date with a guy named Quimby Franklin. He was one of Ashley's cousins, who was visiting during Christmas break. I went to her room while she was getting ready. She was in her bra and panties, but Dad had gone to the pharmacy to get something for Mom, so it was safe for me to stand there and look at her. When she saw me doing it she flashed her boobs at me and grinned.

"You gonna do that for this Quimby person?" I asked.

"Of course not," she said. "It's just a date."

"Remember what Gramps said," I warned. "What if this guy is all cute or handsome or buff or whatever."

"I'm not going to have sex with him," she groaned.

"Unfortunately, you're not going to have sex with me either," I sighed.

"Too true," she said. "But even if we could, we couldn't right now. I'm as fertile as a turtle."

"Well, if he turns out to be pushy, just give me a call and I'll come get you," I said.

"Calm down there big boy," she said, smiling. "I can handle some guy from Peoria, Illinois."

"Okay," I said. "I'm gonna go see if I can sneak some of Mom's really good drugs out of her room now, so that I don't have to sit around and think about you kissing this jerk, or his hands wandering places."

She laughed. "I love it when you get jealous. It makes me feel all squishy inside. I think it's a good thing I'm going on this date, because if I stayed here, I don't think I could resist you right now."

Then she gave me a really good kiss and let me suck one of her nipples.

"You can't steal mom's drugs," she said softly. "You have to be able to come get me if I get all horny thinking about you and want to let this guy go too far."

"I'm as hard as a rock right now," I moaned.

"At least you get to beat off," she said. "I'm going on a date horny and can't do anything about it!"

On my way to Mom's room - and not actually to steal her drugs, by the way - I was thinking back to Halloween night, which was the last time I'd seen my sister with another guy.

And that's how I came up with my brilliant plan!

Robbie was gone. Dad was back, and Mom was sleeping. Dad was watching something on TV when I went in and sat down. He seemed interested in whatever it was, but I wasn't.

"Hey Dad?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure."

"If now isn't a good time I understand," I said. "It's just about having sex, that's all."

He looked at me, looked back at the TV, pointed the clicker, and the TV went black.

"You're having sex?" he asked.

"Dad, I don't even have a girl friend," I said.

"Why not?" he asked. I saw his face get tight. "Are you gay?"

I didn't laugh. "No, I am not gay," I said firmly.

"Go ahead," he said, which I thought was pretty cool, actually. I mean he was going to actually let me talk.

"We had this party while you were gone," I said. "Gramps was here to chaperone."

"He told me about it," said my father.

"He did? What did he say?"

"He said he wished they'd had parties like that when he was growing up. He also said you two had acted responsibly."

"Really?"

"Are you surprised? Did you act responsibly?"

"If I said I acted like a teenaged guy would that worry you?" I asked.

"Yes," he said immediately. Then his face softened. "I remember being a teenaged boy, Bobby."

"Well, we can talk about that too, but the reason I'm actually talking to you is that I'm worried about Robbie."

He looked even more alert, if that was possible, and I went on before he could start throwing questions at me.

"She was dancing really close with this guy, and he touched her on the butt and they kissed and stuff. It wasn't anything terrible, and that's all that happened, but when I asked her later if she was on the pill or anything she got mad at me and wouldn't tell me. And I know it's none of my business, but I think maybe she should be on the pill, if she's not already. I mean I don't think she's doing anything ... not really. She doesn't have a boyfriend, really, but that guy she was dancing with got away with some stuff and I worry about her. And I know it isn't my place to say anything, and that she'd kill me if she found out I did ... but I know what I was thinking about with Ashley ... and I'm just saying ..."

I thought I did a masterful job of being the tattling brother, without giving him anything he could really get his teeth into. The only thing I had to worry about was if they didn't want to put her on the pill for some reason. If that happened, then I was in deep shit, because all they'd do is ban her from dating and get all official on her and stuff.

"And what did you do with Ashley?" my father asked.

So much for trying to aim an adult at something.

"Not much," I said. "She has all these rules about how far a guy can go."

"Good for her," said Dad. "Maybe Robbie should get those rules from Ashley and adopt them for her own."

I thought about what Ashley had let me do. This wasn't working out like I had hoped it would. I might have already screwed things up, so I decided to say one more thing and then shut up, so as not to make anything worse.

"I just thought I should say something," I said.

"Do you have any condoms, Bobby?" asked my father.

I blinked. And then swallowed and licked my lips. I hadn't outright lied to him yet, and he was pretty good at spotting lies. And what could it hurt to admit I had condoms? Didn't all guys have them? Wasn't it a rite of passage to get your first condom?

"Yeah," I said.

"How many have you bought in the last year?" he asked. "Or gotten from somewhere," he added.

I needed to deflect this line of questioning, and I thought hard to figure out a way to do it without lying.

"Well, I got a box," I said. "But I've only opened one of them ... I've never seen one, really ... and I guess I was curious about what they looked like ... you know."

"I do know," said Dad. "When did you buy the box?"

"After the party," I said carefully. "When I saw what was happening I thought maybe it would be a good idea to have some around. I mean I'm probably wrong, but ..."

"Did you offer any of them to Robbie?" he asked.

"I told her I have them, but I didn't give her any," I said, starting to sweat now.

"So she didn't take one with her on her date tonight," he said.

"I guess not," I said. "You want me to check the box?"

"Please do," he said.

I didn't need to check the box, so I went to her room instead, to see if her cell phone was plugged into the charger. It wasn't, which meant she had it with her. I thought about calling her to warn her, but my brilliant plan didn't look quite so shiny any more and I knew if she got mad it would ruin her date and she'd yell at me even more. I wondered if I just called her quick and told her to talk to me before she came home if she'd do that, or badger me into explaining more. I decided I'd try to intercept her when her date brought her home instead.

I checked the condom box so I could truthfully say I had, and then went and told Dad there were eleven left in the box of twelve. I think that made him happy for some reason, but I couldn't tell for sure.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked, when it seemed like everything had been said.

"No," he said. "I know you're seventeen, and growing up and all that. No parent wants to face the possibility that his child is becoming sexually active, but I'm glad you said something. That is not to say I want you finding reasons to use those condoms."

"I know," I said. "It would be great if you didn't get me in trouble with Robbie, okay?"

"I need to talk to your mother about it," he said. "She'll know the best way to deal with this, but I think we can keep your name out of it."

I nodded and when he left, turned the TV back on to watch it. I figured I could do that until she got home, and warn her.

What I didn't know was that my mom and dad had let things get "out of hand" as they put it, when they were dating. So both of them knew what could happen on a regular date, when nothing was actually planned to happen. Which was why, when Mom found out that I was worried, she took it to heart and sent dad out to find my sister and give her a condom to to put in her purse. Maybe it was the drugs, but Mom was really insistent.

Which I was not aware of because the show I was watching was boring and I fell asleep on the couch.

Which was why I didn't hear my father leave and couldn't warn her.

Which was why, when Ashley's parents, who my dad naturally had to go to to find out where he might find Ashley and Robbie and their dates, called their daughter and told her to come straight home, and bring everybody with her, and laid down the law about it, Robbie was embarrassed.

Embarrassment trumps love ... at least for a while.

Which is why, when Dad brought her home from her date, which had ended abruptly upon their arrival back at Ashley's house, Robbie saw me and yelled "Jerk!" as she flounced past me on her way to her room.

"Sorry," said Dad, shrugging his shoulders. "Things kind of took on a life of their own somehow." Then he told me what happened.

I said "Why didn't you just call her and ask her to drop by the house for a minute?"

He looked pained and said "I guess I didn't think of that, Bobby."

It was "Go away!" time at Robbie's door again, followed by "and don't do that thing to my door knob!"

She was still mad the next morning, and went on and on about how mortified she was, and how she could never show her face at Ashley's house again, and how it would be all over school that her daddy had come and taken her home from a date and on and on and on. Dad took it like a trooper, just kind of ignoring her. She held some special shots in reserve for me, though.

"Daddy, did you know that Bobby dressed up as a jerk for Halloween? But he seems to be confused about the fact that Halloween is over, because he's still being a jerk!"

Mom rang the bell Dad gave her, and he went in to see what she wanted.

"I hate you!" hissed my sister.

Dad was back right away.

"Your mother would like to speak with you, Robbie," he said, almost formally.

She threw down her napkin and went to their bedroom. A few seconds later the door closed.

She was in there a long time.

In fact, she was in there so long I had a chance to escape to John's house.

You can't stay away from conflict forever. Not when it's with your sister and you live together. I hung out at Johns for three hours and then went back home. When I went in there was nobody in the living room or kitchen. I looked in on Mom and Dad was in there reading something to her. She smiled at me and waved, but didn't invite me in.

I went to my room and tried to close the door quietly. I was going to put on headphones and play some games at the computer, but I sat on the bed first, and the headboard knocked against the wall.

Robbie was knocking on my door within ten seconds.

"Let me in, Bobby," she called. "I'm sorry."

"It's open," I called out cautiously.

She came in, closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her hands were clasped in front of her, right in front of her crotch.

"I didn't understand," she said. "I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I don't hate you."

"I'm lost," I said. "I had this plan and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn't mean for Dad to track you down and embarrass you."

"Your plan was brilliant!" she said. I swear her eyes were shining.

"It was?"

"Brilliant!" she said again. "That's what I didn't understand. But I do now, and everything is working out perfectly, and I'm so proud of you!"

"Maybe you could explain that to me," I said. "Because from where I'm sitting, nothing has changed."

"That's because you weren't here, so I couldn't talk to you after Mom and Dad talked to me. So you don't know!"

"Know what?" I asked.

"Well for one thing, Mom said I have to go on birth control pills." She grinned.

"I know that part," I said. "That was the whole point of my plan ... to get them to put you on the pill, so you wouldn't have to ask to do it."

"Really?" She frowned. "That was all? Well I guess that worked, but that was only the beginning. There's more!"

"I'm all ears," I said.

"After summer, when college starts, we're going to live with Gramps."

I stared at her.

"Assuming we both get into Bramley. I know that's not where we were originally going to go, but Gramps is an alumnus and he thinks he can pull some strings for us."

"Wait!" I said. "How did Gramps get involved in all this?"

"Before he left he told them he knew finances would be tight with Mom not working, and that if we were willing to go to Bramley, we could live with him and room and board would be covered."

"And how did all this come up again?" I asked.

She sighed. "Mom called me in there this morning to read me the riot act for being a bitch when all you did was be concerned for me. She yelled at me, Bobby. She said that by being concerned about me you had made her think about things, and that it was time for me to go on the pill. We had this long talk and she told me things I didn't know. Did you know she and Daddy did it before they got married?"

I shook my head, because it was easier than explaining.

"So she said she knows how things can get out of control, and that she'd had her head buried in the sand and all that kind of thing. She said that only a brother who really loved his sister would do something like that, even if it seemed like you were ratting on me. And then she talked about how they're not going to be able to afford to send us to college, like they thought, because it was going to be her salary that took care of that, and she told me about what Gramps said, and that if you and I couldn't get along, then college wasn't going to work out and stuff like that. So she said I had to forgive you."

"Wow," I said. Maybe things hadn't gone so horribly awry after all.

"And go on the pill," she said.

Then she moved up against me and kissed me.

I wasn't out of the woods yet, though, because she got me good and going, kissing me and rubbing her titties against me and fondling my bulge, and then stepped back.

"Of course I have to be on the pill for a month before they take full effect." She smiled sweetly. "So you'll have to wait that long ... jerk."

I groaned, and she laughed. I'm sure she thought it was great fun to torture me as part of the very limited payback she was being allowed.

But I felt really good that she was willing to put up with some high school mortification to be able to have sexual freedom with me. I felt really good about that.

Robbie did take some razzing at school, but she didn't spread the wealth to me. She blamed it on Gramps, actually, by spinning this yarn about how he had been looking for toilet paper when he saw what Tiffany and Larry were doing in her room (she was still mad at them for doing that in her bed,) which was why he had broken up the party and then later told our parents that maybe we needed more supervision.

Believe it or not, more guys asked her out on dates after that. And she went on more dates in her last semester than she'd gone on in the previous two years. My theory is that when you know a girl won't do anything, it's more fun to take her out because there's no pressure to see how far you can get. It's just a theory.

And she didn't make me wait a whole month to have a Robbie-induced orgasm. We got each other off orally about every other day until the pill kicked in. Then we practiced that slow, quiet kind of making love that wasn't too loud. But not very often. We had a good thing going and we knew it. I was willing to do whatever was necessary to be able to hunch up into her clasping, hot pussy and grunt softly while I bathed her insides with my cum.

Getting to college and living with Gramps was the goal, and we took it seriously.

We were both accepted, even though our applications were late. Bramley is a private college, so it's more expensive than a state run school. So they have to compete pretty hard for students with the better known and cheaper schools. It's small - the whole student body is only 480 students - but they have a good program. Gramps, being an alumnus, made us eligible for some scholarships, and we both planned on working for spending money. That was good because we had missed the cutoff for government loans and grants.

High school graduation would have been anticlimactic except for the fact that Mom was well enough to attend, even if it was in a wheel chair. And, it being the first time they'd gotten out like that since the accident, Dad wanted to take her to dinner while they were out. Robbie and I begged off, saying we had parties to go to and all that.

So, after we graduated, we went straight home where, for the first time in six months or more, we could get naked in bed and do whatever we wanted to, for as long as we wanted to. Well, within reason. We had at least an hour and a half, anyway, and not having to be quiet about it was almost the best part. She spread her legs for me and I climbed on to pound her hard and deep until she said she was cumming. And while she whined and squealed about it, I planted the tip of my cock as deep into her as possible and flushed her plumb full of brother cum.

We were able to get it done twice and still get out of the house before our parents got back home.

Then we went to a couple of parties and celebrated becoming adults the way other people were doing it.

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