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I went straight for her clit. I probably shouldn't have. By that, I mean I started making love to her pussy for real, rather than simply posing for pictures. But Vlad didn't seem to mind at all. He took dozens of pictures of her face and then, finally, came down to shoot me just eating her pussy like a starving man.

I could feel her getting close. I had only given her three orgasms like this in my life, but even in that short time I'd soaked in enough knowledge about her body to know she was about to get there. I wondered what it would sound like without that pillow covering her face.

But she suddenly lowered her butt back down to the couch and her hands pushed at my head. She sat up with a grimace as her back muscles flexed oddly after having been so relaxed in an odd position.

"No!" she panted.

"We will calm down a little," said Vlad. "Vlad knows this can be difficult."

"Calming down" meant that our roles were reversed, and it was Addison who was doing all the kissing and tickling with the tip of her tongue. I thought it was weird that he had her give my nipples the same treatment I'd given hers, except I was sitting on a regular chair, and she was straddling me, sitting on my thighs.

Suddenly Vlad said, "Kiss him."

She looked up at him. "On the lips?"

"Yes, of course on the lips. Like he is your boyfriend."

In this position I was pinned to the chair, for the most part. I could have stood up, but that would have dumped her off my lap. So I just sat there as she leaned toward me and kissed me.

That first kiss was somewhat tentative. Oddly, even after the other things we'd done, the kiss was somehow more intimate. It shocked me and affected me a lot more than I expected. I had made out with girls before, of course, but this kiss felt like electricity was being exchanged between us or something. Then her lips pressed harder and I could feel her passion build as she began moving her head back and forth, grinding her lips against mine.

Pretty soon we were trying to eat each other's lips like just about any set of teenagers making out on a date.

He let us do that for a while, taking pictures all the time. Then he said his card was full and that he'd be right back.

We just kept on kissing.

When he came back he separated us. We were both breathing hard by then.

"You two just sit there and breathe while Vlad gets a pretty shot, okay?"

His "pretty shot" involved him moving her to where he wanted her on my thighs, and then reaching to grasp my prick and moving it until the tip nestled between the petals of her pussy lips. They had blossomed, by the way. Those strange, wrinkly, bruised looking lips seemed to flow around my cock. He retracted my foreskin and wiggled the tip as we both watched, frozen. Neither of us had expected anything like this, and I think we were afraid to move or say anything.

When he let go of the shaft, the foreskin tried to flow forward again, but ran into her inner lips, where they looked like they were sucking on the tip of my cock. I realized that my own wrinkled skin looked amazingly like hers.

"Hold very still," he said, apparently unaware that neither of us had moved as much as a centimeter since he had touched my cock to her pussy.

Vlad started taking pictures of my cock, about to push into her pussy. I was sure that was what those shots would look like, even as he took them. My butt flexed at the thought of trying to move my cock forward. Even if it was only an inch.

"Stay still!" he thundered, which startled Addie and made her whole body jerk. I watched in pure fascination as her pussy moved toward me half an inch. Her lips spread and my foreskin bunched a fraction. Then she relaxed, and things went back to where they had been.

"Good!" he said, after maybe a hundred shots. "Now, Addie needs to be on her knees between his."

She got there, her face a foot from my cock.

Vlad got down on one knee beside my hip. He looked at Addison.

"When we were doing shadow shots, Vlad thinks maybe you put handsome penis in your mouth, yes?"

She closed her eyes, but then, slowly, nodded.

"Do that again for Vlad now. Pretty please?" His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it.

She didn't even try to object, or pretend she was embarrassed. She just leaned forward and sucked my dick.

It was funny, in a way. By that I mean as I look back on it now it's funny. He had to make her slow down. She had me in her mouth before he could take a picture, and he had to make her take her mouth off me and kiss it first and stuff like that. Then he let her suck it again, but kept making her stop so he could take a picture without her moving. It frustrated her. I knew this because I could see that her non-cock-holding hand was down at her pussy. At least if it was still attached to the arm that was headed down to her pussy. I think she got actual sexual pleasure from sucking my penis, and not being able to suck it the way she wanted to frustrated her. So she masturbated to compensate, or something.

Vlad knew what was going on, of course.

"I would like very much to take pictures of him cumming. Can you do that for me?"

Addison simply pushed her face against my body, getting more of my cock in her mouth than ever before. I managed an "Uh huh!"

"Vlad must see his cum, Addison. Do you understand me? Addison must not swallow Bobby's sweet cum, because Vlad must take pictures of it. Okay, Addison?"

She made some kind of noise.

I watched as she knelt there, between my thighs, making love to my penis just like I had made love to her pussy. Vlad got down on his knees too, with his camera right beside Addie's face. I'm sure it must have been distracting for her, but she kept going. Maybe she closed her eyes or something.

On my bed, when I had cum in her mouth, it had been purely reflex. The only thing that had been going on was her mouth, sucking my cock. Now, though, with Vlad there, while it felt fantastic, I didn't have the urge to cum. I hadn't actually realized that until he said he wanted to take pictures of it.

"I can't cum!" I gasped.

"Use your hand, Addie," said Vlad softly, from behind the camera. She kept going just like she had been, and he had to try again. "Addison, we want him to shoot, yes? It will help if you stroke him. You can suck more later, sweet one. But for now, let Vlad take pictures of you stroking him. Please?"

She pulled her mouth off of me. She'd been holding my cock with her right hand, but only for the purpose of directing it into her mouth. Now she used that hand to grip the shaft. She squeezed tightly. She looked a little angry. At least her face was red and she was frowning.

"Stroke it," said Vlad.

"I don't know how," she said, through gritted teeth.

"What?" I think we had finally done something to astonish Vlad. A blind man couldn't miss the fact that my mouth was intimately familiar with her pussy, and that she had sucked my cock before this. Apparently we had skipped the early experimentation they did in Russia on a regular basis.

Anyway, eventually he said, " Is not problem. Bobby and I will help you."

And help her we did. Within two minutes she was working my prick like she'd done it a hundred times. And I was reacting the way Vlad wanted me to.

"Now Addie?" he said, putting the camera back into action. "You have tasted him before, yes?"

"Yes," she said, easily. The look of concentration on her face as her hand slicked up and down my cock made me wonder if she'd actually heard the question.

"Can Vlad get shot of handsome cock shooting into Addison's mouth?"

"Yes," she said again, just as vacantly.

"Vlad is pleased," he said.

And he did get one shot of her aiming my spurting penis into her mouth. That was after the first spurt jetted up into the air right in front of her face, and landed on her wrist. Vlad had a motor on his camera and it literally whirred as the cum rocketed out of my cock. The second one was aimed into her mouth, and the last two he couldn't see because she was sucking my cock again.

Vlad would make up for this later. On every subsequent visit he had her masturbate me to completion, and then photographed her getting it in her mouth.

Well ... for two more weeks, anyway.

But I'm getting ahead of things. Let me go on with that night.

When we left, it was the most quiet drive home we'd had, since we met Vlad. She was hard to read, and I was afraid she might have been pushed too far, and was angry. And if that was true, I didn't want to push her more now. We were closer than we'd ever been before, and I was pretty sure I'd find out what she was thinking sooner or later.

When we got home, it was a repeat of the previous time that things had gotten wild. She ignored me while we ate, talking to Dad instead. He always asked us about school. Usually we gave him minimal data, but that night she was a fountain of information. Then we did homework and she was still uncommunicative with me.

The next morning she seemed like her old self, singing with the radio on the way to school and touching my leg when we parked, saying, "See you after school. I love you."

All day I thought about how she was acting. I decided that she was overwhelmed by it all, and like stories of mental patients I had heard about, she had pushed it all into some little compartment in her mind where she was trying to ignore it. If she pretended nothing had happened, then she wouldn't have to deal with it.

That made me think about how I was dealing with it myself. But that was almost embarrassingly easy. I loved it all. I wanted to keep doing it all.

And I wanted more.

Of course the fact that it was easy to look at my own motivations and reactions didn't mean it was easy to justify them. No matter how much Vlad reminded us in his broken accent that incest was normal in Russia, I knew nobody in our town would applaud if they found out what we were doing. For that matter, I doubted anyone would approve of us even posing for pictures. At least the kind we'd been posing for lately.

So I knew I should feel guilty for loving my sister in the way I had recently been loving her. And wanting to keep loving her.

But I didn't. I was wary of getting caught ... oh yes. No doubt about that. But that was only because they'd put me in juvenile hall, or a military school somewhere, or something like that, and I'd never get to see Addie again.

But I didn't want to stop.

By the end of the day I was a wreck, because I had convinced myself that, as much as I didn't want to stop ... Addison would come down on the side of the argument that did. I was so worked up, in fact, that when I was leaning against the car, waiting for her in the parking lot, and I saw her walking with two of her friends, laughing and talking like everything was perfectly normal, that I simultaneously got an erection and started crying.

It was that helpless kind of crying, where a guy doesn't even try to wipe away the tears, because he feels so hopeless that what his peers think of him crying is of no importance. It wasn't sobbing, or anything like that. I didn't even make any noise. But the tears rolled down my cheeks continuously. They even increased when she saw me and left her friends, coming towards me with a beautiful smile on her beautiful face. That smile made my heart sing, but I knew she was going to take it away from me forever.

Of course she saw me crying when she got up close to me. The smile vanished.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You're going to make us stop ... aren't you." It was a statement, and not a question.

"Stop what?"

"Posing," I pined.

She blinked. "You mean for Vlad?"

"Yes," I sighed, already thinking of my days as a model as the good old days.

"Of course not," she said. "Why would I do that?" She frowned. "Wait! Have you heard something? Has somebody said something to you? Has somebody found out what we're doing?" With each question she got more and more upset.

"No!" I said. "Nobody said anything."

"Then why do you think I'm going to make us stop posing?" She looked around. Other seniors were moving through the parking lot, going to their cars. "Get in the car," she said. "Give me the keys."

"I have to drive it out of the lot," I said. The crying had stopped. She hadn't reacted at all like I had expected her to. I was beginning to realize that I had overreacted in a serious and embarrassing way.

"Well then drive, before somebody sees you crying. What is wrong with you?"

It wasn't until we were well away from school before I was able to explain ... okay, that she got from me through interrogation ... why I had acted the way I had. And trust me, she got it all out of me ... even the part about getting an erection and crying at the same time. I wanted her to know I was confused, not just an idiot.

She sat back in her seat and stared through the windshield.

"See?" I said. "That's what you did the other night. You just sat there and didn't say a word."

She looked over at me.

"Bobby," she said, with exaggerated patience in her voice, "It's supposed to be the girl who is insecure and worried that her boyfriend is going to find some other girl he likes better, or will flake out on her for some reason. You're a big strong guy. Get a grip, Bobby! I love you. You're my brother. Nothing can change that. And now you're something else to me too. We can't change that either. We can't wish it away. I don't want to wish it away! But I still need to think about it all. Why do guys always feel like they have to do something? Why can't they just think about things?"

"That's what I've been doing all day long!" I yelped. "And look where it got me!"

"I changed my mind," she said. "No more thinking for you without my express approval. Now shut up so I can think for both of us."

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[JEMMA]

Chapter Seven

She acted normal for the rest of the evening. We talked a little during homework. Dad wanted to know if we were interested in a board game. We'd played a lot of board games, growing up. It had been good family time. That had faded a bit when we hit our early teens, and we were less willing to cooperate with parents in general. That said, I didn't think it was odd he'd suggest that again, after all these years. It just seemed like something we hadn't done in a while and it seemed fitting to try it again. As I look back on it now, I suspect our father saw something between us that we weren't aware we were broadcasting. I'm not talking about sexual attraction. What I mean is that he saw we liked each other ... that we respected each other ... that we enjoyed being in the same family ... that we were proud of being siblings. A lot of brothers and sisters fight, compete, and hate each other. And we'd gone through a phase like that as puberty kicked in. But that was gone now. And I will forever believe that it was Vlad Zharkov who was responsible for that. He had unlocked something within us that was more important than the things that typically pull siblings apart.

We played The Game of Life, an oldie but a goodie. When I was ten, the joy of the game was going to college while my father did not, and having more money than him. Now, as my sister got twins ... I got an erection under the table.

Dad won the game and crowed about it. His reward, he said, was that we had to put everything away and wash the dishes and clean up the house, while he went to his bedroom to read in peace and fall asleep early.

We were silent, putting the game pieces away. I reached for Addie's pink, plastic car and caressed the round-headed peg occupants with a fingertip.

"I'm jealous," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"You got married, got it on with some other guy and had twins."

She giggled. "You want to have twins with me? Isn't that taking things a bit too far?"

"Well, no," I admitted. "Not twins. But I've thought of doing ... that. You know, while I masturbate."

"It makes me hot," she said, softly. "I know we can't do it, but it makes me hot to think about it. I've even thought back to when I tried ..." She stopped. I looked at her and her face was red.

"What?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Addie!" I warned.

"It's too embarrassing!" she whispered. "Leave me alone."

"Come on, you can't do that. Especially after what you put me through today. Besides, I can't think of anything that would embarrass you. Not after what we've done."

She put the top of the box on the game. "You have to swear you'll never tell a soul," she said.

"I'll add it to the carload of other things I can't talk about with anybody other than you," I said, trying to keep her going.

She looked toward the opening to the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

"Remember that sleepover I went to at Janice's house?"

Janice was the head cheerleader when Addie made the team. She had graduated and was gone now, but they'd had a bunch of sleepovers that were billed as squad-bonding and planning sessions while she was the head cheerleader.

"Which one?" I said.

"The first one," she whispered. "There was an ... initiation."

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Let me take a moment here to set the scene. I had a friend named Brad, who moved away when we were in 10th grade. But we kept in touch via email. And recently Brad had sent me a link in an email that went to an article online about this teacher in Tennessee or West Virginia or somewhere around there, who was also the sponsor for the cheerleaders. And she had sleepovers at her house that were billed as "team bonding sessions". But it turned out that what the girls bonded with were the pricks of the football players and the sponsor's husband. They basically had sex parties, and that was how you got initiated into the cheer squad.

So of course, when she asked me if I remembered the sleepovers at Janice's, the first thing I imagined was some football player climbing on top of my sister. I was not pleased at that thought.

"What's wrong?" asked Addison, breaking my train of thought. I told you I wasn't pleased, and she could see that plainly.

"Has anybody had sex with you?" I growled.

She blinked. "Of course not!" she yipped. Then she got it. "You think that happened at Janice's sleepovers?"

I had already jumped to one embarrassingly wrong conclusion that day. Now it was two. But I wasn't going to explain this one.

"I should have known better," I said, trying to mollify her. Apparently it worked.

"Well, there were no boys ... but you were close."

"Close?" I was confused. "How can I be close if there were no boys?"

She blushed again, and bit her lower lip between her front teeth.

"Come on," I said.

She looked at the hallway again, and then back at me.

"Janice had a rule. She insisted that we all follow it, and said that if she found out we didn't, we were off the team."

"How could Janice make a rule like that?" I asked. "She was just a student too."

"Our sponsor ... um ... sort of agreed with it."

I was intrigued. "What was the rule?" I asked.

Addie got even redder in the face. "Toys, not boys."

"What?" My brow furrowed as I tried to make sense of that. I laugh about it now, but when you're a male in your teen years, there's not much available to you that you would think of on a daily basis as a sex toy. So "toy" has a different connotation to a boy than it does a girl. At least it did for me.

"You are so dense," said Addison, seeing my confusion. "Dildos! Vibrators!"

Understanding flooded through me. Understanding was hot, at least it was as it reached my face. I realized I was blushing at the same time I realized the blood that rushed to my penis had a different effect.

"You used ... one of those?" I whispered.

She looked away. "We all had to." Then she looked back at me. "Actually, if you used tampons you had to. If you used pads and still had your hymen they didn't make you do that. But they had to watch while the rest of us did it."

"You're shitting me!" I gasped. "I can't believe it." I frowned. "You'd think it would have leaked out somehow."

"Everybody there knew that if it did, people would probably go to jail and the whole world would know that you either stuck one in you or watched half a dozen other girls do that. You think any girl is going to blab and put herself in that position?"

"Do you still have it?" I asked.

"You mean the one I used?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"Yeah," I said.

"Why would you ask me that?"

"Can I see it?"

She took a deep breath. Then she let it out slowly. "No, you may not see it. The one I used belonged to Jessica Freemont. There were arrangements where we could get our own, but I decided not to do that. You are a pig ... do you know that?"

"Pig? Why am I a pig?"

"Because you paid no attention to the fact that when all that happened I was embarrassed almost to death. All you can think about is getting to see something I've stuck inside my pussy." Her last word came out as a hiss.

She was really mad, and that bothered me. In the past, I probably wouldn't have cared. In the past, if she was mad it was her problem, not mine. But I felt differently about that now. I don't want you to get the impression that I only cared because if she was mad the sexual activity I had so lately enjoyed might get cut off. I didn't think about that at all. I had hurt her feelings, and that was what made me feel bad.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I had an extra helping of stupid at breakfast this morning. I was just curious, that's all. I can't imagine you doing something like that back then."



"I couldn't either," she said, relaxing a little. "It was bizarre. Several of the girls freaked out about it. But by the time the night was over, everybody understood. They weren't trying to get us to do anything. It was the opposite. They were trying to make sure that we didn't do something stupid."

"So you did it," I said, softly. "You put one inside you."

The smallest one there," she said. "That's why I chose Jessica's. It was only a little bigger than my finger and it still stretched me. That's why, when I saw your beautiful, sexy penis I was sure it was huge, because it's lots bigger than Jessica's dildo. It actually convinced me that waiting for the real thing ... not being in a hurry to lose my virginity, I mean ... was a good idea.

"Toys, not boys," I said. "I get it."

"It's a good policy," she said.

"Please don't tell me we're breaking up." Based on our conversation before we got home, I wasn't worried about that. I was just making a little joke.



"We're not going together," she said. "You're my brother. Sometimes that pains me."

"I was kidding."

"I wasn't."

"Are you mad at me?" We'd been getting along pretty well, but now she was sniping at me.

She picked up the game and sighed.

"No. Not really. I just feel all jittery inside."

"Why do you think that is?" I asked.

She went and put the game box on top of some others on the top shelf. Then she turned and looked at me.

"Maybe it was you being jealous of me having twins. I'm going to bed now."

And with that she left the kitchen and went to her room.



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One of the benefits of working for Vlad, at least recently, was that I had a lot fewer urges to jack off at home. When you get your balls drained two or three times in two hours, that pretty much satisfies you for the day.

So I had no urge to beat my meat that night. Instead, I tried to get a little further in Ford County Stories. I had gotten settled and read exactly two paragraphs when Addison opened my door and slipped into my room. Again, she was wearing a T shirt, and her long legs were delightfully on display.

"I figured out why I'm so jittery," she said.

"You want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Not really," she said.

"But you're here anyway," I replied.

"I want to do something about it," she said.

"What do you want to do?"

"Get in bed with you."

The front of my shorts swelled outward. Her eyes watched.

"Naked," she added in a whisper.

That pretty much completed the transition. I noticed the nipples under her T shirt had erected right along with my penis.

For an answer, I simply pushed my shorts off and tossed them on the floor. I lay there with my cock almost lying on my stomach.

"Under the covers," she said, pulling off her T shirt to reveal she was gloriously naked.

I got up, turned down the covers, and got back in. She followed and pressed her front to my left side. Her breasts were so hot I was surprised. I worked my left arm under her and she snuggled against me, lying her head on my shoulder.

"This is nice," she whispered.

"It is," I agreed. "You don't actually feel jittery."

"I am inside," she said.

"Because of what you want to do," I prompted.

"Yes. Actually, we've already done it once ... at Vlad's."

I thought back to all the things we'd done at Vlad's. We'd done all of them at home already. Except, as it turned out, one thing I hadn't thought about.

She crawled up on top of me and then moved on over to my right side. I didn't understand, because while it was delightful to have her wiggle across my body, she ended up in basically the same position as she had been. But she got me to turn toward her so I was on my right side.

Then she lifted her right leg and draped it over my hip while reaching for my penis. She wiggled around some more and I finally got it.

She pushed the tip of my prick between her pussy lips, and then rubbed her clit with it.

She had changed sides because she was right handed, and could only get the kind of control she wanted by using that hand. Once she got things going, she whispered, "Kiss me,"and we snogged away while she happily diddled herself with the tip of my cock.

There were a couple of problems with this new game of hers. While Vlad had, indeed, pressed the tip of my prick between her flowering inner labia, he had done so only to take some pictures. He had not done what she was now doing. And it was really different. I had a hazy memory of how hot she had felt on the tip of my cock, but Vlad had kept telling us to keep still. And as much fun as that had been, it was way different without Vlad clicking away right next to us.

Then there was the fact that, as she tried to rub her clit off with my penis, she dipped it into her opening a lot deeper than Vlad had. A couple of times it felt like the whole head went in, but she was moving it so energetically, it was hard to tell.

Her kisses got more and more energetic too, until we were basically eating each other's tongue and moaning into each other's mouths.

I think we'd have been fine if she'd have just had fun rubbing. But she was so excited that she had an orgasm. I didn't realize it until she mumbled into my lips, "Oh fuck, Bobby, I love you so much!"

The other problem was that, as she jerked my cock around, rubbing herself to orgasm, she basically jerked me off. It surprised me when I realized I was going to cum any second. Then she said what she said, and added, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, it's going to happen, Bobby!"

That was when it registered she was about to cum. About the time my first shot rocketed down the middle of my penis, It also registered that our upper bodies were crushing the only pillow within arm's length, and that I'd never get it out from under us on time. So I used my hands to grab her head and pull her lips against mine as my prick delivered two or three more healthy spurts. I didn't mean to be as brutal as I was, but besides being in the middle of spurting, I knew that if she went off like she had before, our father would be in there within seconds, wanting to know who had been murdered.

The result was that she grunted and groaned and said, "Owwww," into my mouth as she kissed me and snorted through her nose and squeezed the living shit out of my manhood.

I have to say, here, that while it was fun, it hurt too much to want to do it again the exact same way. Not only did I bruise her lips, I smashed mine too. Plus it felt like she'd tried to lengthen my penis by a foot ... by pulling it away from my body. At the same time, there were all those endorphins from having cum.

I could only hope that the amateur quality of our performance would improve with time and perhaps more careful practice.

Addie, on the other hand, had enjoyed it more than I had. I deduced this when she rolled away from me and flopped her arm down on the bed, saying, "That was fucking awesome!" Her hand went toward her pussy under the covers. "You made a mess!" she chided me. She pulled her hand from under the covers and her first two fingers were drenched with my milky white sperm. She shoved them in her mouth and cleaned them, smacking her lips. "Yup," she said. "That's you."

I whipped the covers back and found a disaster. Her bare mons and pussy lips were coated with my cum. She'd rubbed the tip of my spurting cock right in her pussy mouth. But a lot of it had gone on her thighs too, and run down onto the bed. There was a big wet spot between us. As I got up on my knees and looked at her sperm-soaked pussy lips, I could see it dripping down and making another set spot right under her pussy.

"Don't move!" I whispered, imagining her getting up and dripping spunk all over the floor.

"I'm not going anywhere," she panted, tiredly. "I don't want to move. I just want to go to sleep right here."

"Well you can't," I hissed. "I have to clean you up, and then you have to go back to your room. If Dad came in here right now, he'd think I fucked you!"

"We can't do that," she said, dreamily. "I'd like to, but that's too much."

I stopped, frozen as I heard my sister say she wished I could fuck her. But there was too much to do to let that throw me. Every passing second presented more opportunity for something to go wrong.

The sheets had to get into the laundry, with the water going, before Dad could see them. Obviously that wasn't going to happen that night. I had one other set of sheets, the ones I'd normally put on as soon as I stripped off the old ones on wash day. But wash day was Saturday, and today was Monday. I looked at the top sheet, and saw that it was cum-smeared where it had been on her abdomen. I pulled it off the bed and to use to wipe off her body.

By the time I had it ready, and looked at Addie, she was masturbating slowly with two fingers, circling her clit with her legs cocked apart and her knees bent.

"Your stuff is slippery," she sighed. "It makes it so easy to do this." I saw her dip her middle finger into her pussy and pull up. It must have brought intense pressure on her clit. She wagged that finger back and forth. "Mmmmm, that feels so good!" she moaned.

"Do that later!" I whispered. "We need to clean you up!"

"I know," she said. She stopped, sucked her fingers clean again, and reached for the sheet. She cleaned everything she could see easily, and then stood up. I used another part of the sheet to wipe her inner thighs clean. I dabbed at her pussy, which looked flushed and dark.

I pulled off the bottom sheet and balled both soiled sheets up. I turned, trying to figure out where I was going to hide them, and saw that Addie had gotten the clean sheets out. I got down on my knees and pushed the old sheets under the bed, and then got up and helped her get the fitted sheet over the corners of the mattress. The rest of it went quickly.

Finally, she put her T shirt back on. I got my shorts and pulled them on.

"That was a nightmare," I sighed.

"No it wasn't," she said. "That was awesome. We just have to figure out how to do it without making such a mess."

"Those are my last set of clean sheets," I reminded her.

"Not tonight, silly!" she giggled. She came over and hugged me, rubbing her breasts against my chest. "I love you," she said, softly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said. "You're going to get us caught if you keep doing stuff like this."

"You worry too much. Daddy never comes down to this end of the hall."

"All it will take is once," I said, sliding my hands over her back. "Just once, he catches us naked, and it's off to military school for me and boarding school for you."



"They'd never do that," she scoffed. "It would be too expensive."

"Well, I'm not willing to find out," I said. "From now on, we agree on what we're going to do and when and where we're going to do it."

"Not at Vlad's," she said, immediately. "I don't like that he watches us do things."

"Addie," I said, softly, "he's the reason we do things! I shouldn't have to remind you we never did any of this stuff until we met him."

"That's because we were stupid," she said. "If we'd have known then what we know now, we would have started doing things a long time ago."

"You're insane," I said. "Go to bed."



"Okay. Thank you." She kissed me. It was a nice kiss.



I felt my cock try to stiffen, and then give up with a sigh.




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TBC

[JEMMA]

The next morning, when I got to the kitchen, it was just me and Dad. I got a bowl and dumped Raisin Bran in it, along with some milk and sugar. I was chomping away when Addie sailed in, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She ignored us both and opened the fridge. She bent over at the waist to peer inside and reached to pull out a hard-boiled egg. I felt my groin tighten as her tight, round ass was showcased in the process.



She went to the sink and started cracking and peeling the egg.

"Daddy?" she said. "Did you put baking soda in the water when you boiled these eggs?"

"Huh?" he asked, looking up from his morning paper. "Why would I do that?"

"Because it makes them easy to peel," she said. "I'm tearing this one up trying to get the shell off."

"Where'd you learn that?" he asked.

"From my mother?" she said, sounding disgusted. "The woman you've been married to for eighteen years?"

"Oh," he said, "she must not have told me."

"I'll get something at school," she said, handing our father the mostly destroyed egg. She looked at me. "Come on."



"I'm eating!" I said around a mouthful of milky Raisin Bran.

"Well hurry up."

"You know," said Dad, "In some families, brothers and sisters love each other, and try to cooperate with each other for the common good. You two could use a little work in that area. Though, I do have to admit I've seen some improvement since you started working together."



"We love each other," said Addison, her face straight. "You know that."

"Well then act like it," he said. He was in the process of using his coffee spoon to scoop the egg out of what was left of the shell. It was messy.

"I will if he will," she said.

"Likewise," I said, getting up to put my bowl in the sink.

When we got to the car and got in, Addie looked over at me and said, "I checked out your room this morning. I opened the window. You have to get those sheets into the wash tonight."



"And what do I tell dad about why there's a window open in my room in the middle of winter and that I'm washing sheets in the middle of the week?"

"Tell him you spilled a soda on them."

"I don't want to start lying to our parents, Addie."

"Then spill a Coke on your sheets before you put them in the washer," she said, smugly.

"Okay," I sighed, and put the Bug in gear.



TBC

[JEMMA]

School can be a pain in the ass when you spend the whole day trying to remember what it felt like for the tip of your cock to press into your sister's pussy. People keep interrupting you, asking questions, telling you what to do, trying to make you learn things.

But I got through the day. I was sitting in the car when Addison sauntered up and got in.

"Hurry up," she said. "Take the long way home."

"What long way?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "Just take a while to get home. And don't drive through the middle of town."

"What's going on?" I asked, putting the Bug in motion.

"I'm going to suck your cock while you drive us home," she said, giggling.

"You're crazy," I said.



"I'm horny," she corrected. "I can't get it out of my head how good it felt when you shot off on me last night. It was so warm and slippery and yummy. I can't wait to do it again. But it's too long to wait until tonight. So I need something to hold me over until then."

"I'll wreck the car," I said. I looked down at my lap. I was pretty sure her head wouldn't fit in the available space.

"Then take me somewhere I can suck your dick."

If you're not a guy, you have no concept of what hearing something like that will do to a man.

I ended up driving to the library. When I'd checked out Ford County Stories I'd had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. The bathrooms were between the two halves of the building. One half was where the book stacks were, and the other half contained reading rooms, and an auditorium and an area where they read stories to kids on Saturdays. Unless something was going on in that part of the building, they turned all the lights off. It was Tuesday, and I didn't think there'd be anything going on.



There wasn't, as it turned out. Addie called Dad and told him where we were, and that we'd be a little late getting home. She asked him if he needed us to pick anything up on the way home, when we were finished at the library. She sounded so normal I almost expected her to go look at books.

She didn't, of course. She peered into the darkened part of the library and said, "Come on."



I looked around, to see if anybody was watching us. Nobody was, so I followed her. I thought we should go to a reading room, but Addie went to the doors that went into the auditorium and slipped inside. When I followed, the only light was what came from the exit signs above the door we'd just come in through.

"Perfect," she whispered.

She pushed me up against the wall and fell to her knees. Her nimble fingers got my zipper down and my belt undone. Tenderly, she pulled my cock and balls out of my jeans. I felt her hand fondle my balls, gently.

"I never paid any attention to these before," she said, holding my soft penis off to one side. She leaned forward to kiss their hairy surface. "I love you, pretty balls," she said, softly. "Thank you for making all that yummy cum for me." Then she turned her attention to my cock. It occurred to me that she'd never handled it when it wasn't hard, and wondered what she thought of the shrunken, limp thing now.

I found out when she sucked the entire thing into her mouth and basically chewed on it.

I became erect slowly. I think the danger excited Addison, but it wasn't the same for me. I wasn't so much worried that someone would come in the door, three feet away from us, as that someone might turn on the lights, in preparation for play practice, or a musical dress rehearsal or something like that. There we would be, standing at the back of the auditorium. We'd have our shit in order quickly, but the obvious question would be, "Want to tell me why you were standing there in the dark ... at the back of an empty theater?"

But once it was hard enough she could jack on it, lust replaced anxiety. She took her time, because she loved sucking me. But maybe six or seven minutes after she got it nice and hard, and had sucked it like she meant it, she started talking dirty to me.

"You gonna shoot for me, Bobby?" she whispered. "You gonna shoot your stuff in my mouth?" She kept that up, saying, among other things, that she loved the taste of my cum, and couldn't wait to get a mouthful. And when a girl says those kinds of things to you, while she's stroking your cock and sucking it at the same time, it's not all that hard to give her what she wants.

She got her mouthful, and she went, "Mmmmmmmm, thank you," after she swallowed it.



Then, quite calmly, she said "Get straightened up. We need to get home."

Next thing I knew I was the only one standing there in the dark in an empty theater.

TBC.....in next Chapter

[JEMMA]

Chapter Eight

I knew something was up when, after her homework was done, Addie took one of the extra kitchen chairs and said, "I'm taking this to my room. I have to do some new stretching exercises, and I need to use the chair to put my leg up on, okay?"

"Fine," said Dad, who was cutting up a roast he'd put in the crock pot that morning.

She picked it up and took it to her room. Maybe ten minutes later she came out and started setting the table, working around me, since I wasn't finished yet.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"You'll see," she said. "Hurry up."

How do you "hurry up" homework? The only way I know is to pretend you're finished, but that comes back to bite you. The person who figures out how to hurry up homework and still absorb the information will be a zillionaire in about a minute, even if all he charges for it is a week's lunch money.

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As it turned out, Mr. Sayer's assignment to "Read two more chapters, and be ready to discuss the ramifications of mobility issues during the American Civil War," actually only translated into twenty pages in our history text book, and when she whispered in my ear I had already read sixteen of them. So, in the end, I did get finished quickly.

We had supper, and Dad mentioned how we hadn't watched any Dr. Who for a while, at which point Addie said we should watch a couple of episodes. Dad said only one, and they argued about that for a while. And while they did that, I just sort of stared at my sister, because suddenly, she was two girls.

Imagine if Superboy was real, and everybody saw him fly around, and then, one day, you saw him fly into the back of the house next door, and you found out that Charlie, next door, was actually Superboy. You've known him all your life, and joked around with him, and argued with him and called him crazy and climbed trees with him and all that kind of thing. And then, suddenly you find out he has this whole other identity.

That's how I felt as I watched Addison argue with my father about how many episodes of Dr. Who we were going to watch on Netflix. She was still just Addison, my sister, the girl I'd known all my life. But she was also this beautiful, sexy, passionate girl who could make my penis get rock hard just by whispering in my ear, or reaching from her side of the car to touch my leg. In fact, as I thought about all this ... I got a boner.

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They settled on one episode, which will come as no surprise to any parents out there, and they got up to start getting the dishes in the dishwasher. I was expected to help them, of course, but I had this minor problem shoving the front of my pants into a tent. So while their backs were turned, I jumped up and hurried out, calling out that I was going to get the Neo box booted up and the next episode ready to stream.

Addison, of course, complained that she was being left to do all the drudgery.

My erection was under control by the time they came in.

That lasted only as long as it took Addie to sit in the middle of the couch and pat the leather on both sides of her.

"I want to sit between my two favorite men," she said, tossing her golden locks. "Who knows what terrors will be exposed tonight, and I may need to cling to the arm of a big, strong man."

Dad stood there, looking at her. "Addison? Do we allow you to date?"

She laughed. "Of course you do, Daddy. You know that. When I turned sixteen you and Mom said I could go on two dates a month."

"One date every six months," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

Of course she all but exploded. "What? Why? That's not fair!"

"Because the little display you just provided convinces me that no mere human male could possibly resist your charms. And as much as it pains me to admit it, I am aware that girls your age have discovered that passion resides within them. As your father, it is my duty to insist this passion be contained, and to prevent it from being encouraged by some lust-maddened boy on a date. Thus, I must insist that dates be kept to the absolute minimum, lest I discover some hanky panky has taken place and be forced to hunt down and maim the misbegotten youth who engaged in it with you."

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Dad was like that. He could launch into a little diatribe like that in the blink of an eye. It was like he practiced them or something, and was just waiting for a chance to drop one on us.

But Addie was used to it. She didn't blink an eye.

"Be careful what you wish for, father. If I bottle all that passion up inside me, I may explode some day, and destroy the whole city."

"There's that much passion in there?" he asked, scratching his head and looking at her askance.

She patted the seat beside her again. "Sit down. All the blood must be pooling in your poor, old, wrinkled up feet, because your brain is being starved of oxygen if you think I'm only going on one date every six months."

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He turned and plopped down hard enough to make her body jump a bit.

"I know," he sighed. "I just can't get used to the idea that you're not my little girl in pigtails any more. You're a model, for pity's sake. How's that going, by the way? You used to tell me all about it, but the last couple of times you guys have come home and haven't said a word."

"Oh, you know," she said, dropping a hand on his thigh. "After a while it's not so exciting anymore."

"Welcome to the work world," said Dad.

Addie looked up at me and patted the empty seat beside her. I knew that as soon as I sat down, she was going to put her other hand on my thigh.

The only reason I didn't sit down with a boner already, was because I kept wondering if she was causing one in our father too.

TBC

[JEMMA]

Dr. Who was over. The Dalegs, or however you spell that, had appeared yet again, to conquer the universe, even though they'd been banished twice before. Between the Dalegs and the Cyber Men, the producers of that show got a lot of mileage out of their props. But then again, that was part of the charm of the show. They looked like the kind of props that would be in a B or C class movie. You know ... the kind that come on at one in the morning. I mean one of the weapons the Dalegs had was really just a toilet plunger. Or at least that's what it looked like. But the writing was incredible, and the acting was world class. And that was what made it fun to watch. At least fun to watch when your sister wasn't sitting beside you encouraging your pent up passion to be released.

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Addie left her hand on my thigh for most of the show. She stroked her thumb over the fabric of my pants just once, but that was all it took for me to be constantly aware that her hand was there, and that she was obviously in the mood to release some passion of her own later.

As Dad punched the off button, we stood up.

"It's bed for me," he said.

"Me too," said Addison.

"I guess I'm not going to wander around out here alone," I said.

We walked to the hallway together, and then split, Addie and I going one way, and Dad the other. Addie leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Come to my room in twenty minutes."

Have you ever tried to concentrate on reading a library book while you had a raging boner, and were resisting stroking the thing?

It's an exercise in futility. Let me tell you that.

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TBC

[JEMMA]

I still had the erection when I slipped on my robe and opened my door to peer down the hallway. It was dark. I walked across the hall and almost knocked. It was ingrained. But I didn't want to make any noise, so I just turned the knob and went in.

She was lying on her bed, stark naked, masturbating. Of course. I couldn't do that ... but she could. Girls have such an advantage!

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When I arrived, she happened to have two fingers deep inside her, and was sliding them in and out slowly. It shocked me, because while had seen her slip one finger in there, I'd never seen anything really go deep inside her. I had imagined pushing my rampant prick in there, but that was just fantasy. Actually seeing two fingers deep in her made it clear that ... well ... my prick would fit in that small, dark, tight hole. I liken it to the difference in seeing a rocket sitting on the launch pad, knowing it can blossom fire and shoot upwards into space, and actually seeing it blossom fire and shoot up into space.

It causes something to kind of move around in your chest.

The tip of her tongue was protruding from her lips, like she was concentrating on trying to remember something.

"About time," she panted. "I was thinking of finishing without you."

"Let's not be rash," I said. I opened my robe to show her my bone.

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and sat up, swinging her legs off the side of the bed.

"Sit there," she said, pointing one lacquered (fake) fingernail at the kitchen chair I hadn't even noticed sitting a few feet away from her bed.

"I could help you with what you were doing," I suggested, wagging my tongue at her.

"Another time," she said, standing up. "Sit! I'm very horny right now."

I didn't understand how me sitting in the chair was going to help her with her problem, but I moved to the chair and started to sit down.

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"Without the robe," she sighed, as if I were some kind of feeble-minded idiot.

I shrugged it off and, imagining how cold that wood might feel against my naked butt and back, draped it over the chair. I sat.

She walked over and straddled my legs, sitting gently on my thighs.

At first, she just sat there, running her hands over my chest and shoulders.

"You have such a beautiful chest," she said, softly.

"Yours isn't so bad either," I said, staring at her breasts. Her nipples were thick and hard.

She offered me one, arching her back, and I sucked at it happily. She shuddered, and scooted up, reaching for my cock.

I got it then. In this position, it was easy for her to diddle herself with the tip of my penis, masturbating like she had when we lay in bed.

"I love this," she moaned.

I did too, but my mouth was full of nipple, so I didn't say anything. I did swirl my tongue around the nipple and then give it a little extra hard suck, though.

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She pulled back and made me switch nipples. My hands went to her hips. To this day, I still don't know why I put them there, but I did, and that proved to be kind of important. That's because after letting me love both her nipples for a while, during which she rubbed the shit out of her clit with the tip of my cock, she started kissing me and had an orgasm.

And right in the middle of that orgasm, something inside me demanded more and I pulled with my hands ... hard enough, and at just the right time, to pull her towards me just enough that the head of my penis just sort of popped inside her.

Understand that this wasn't an intentional kind of decision. It was more like instinct. So I wasn't expecting it any more than she was. Or wasn't. You know what I mean. The point is that, once it happened, I didn't know what would happen next. The obvious expectation would have been for her to get upset. Thinking back on it, that's the kind of thing I would have thought she was conditioned to do. But this begs the question, in terms of assuming we were thinking normally. Which, of course, we were not.

She did not object vociferously. She did stop kissing me, and leaned back. She did look down, at where her hand was still wrapped firmly around my penis. I did too. It looked funny, because it looked like she was using her hand to prevent me from getting any further inside her. We both knew that an inch or two of my manhood had been protruding from her hand, which she had been using to rub all over her sex. And we both knew that inch or two was now inside her.

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"It's inside me," she panted.

"Yeah," I said. What else was I supposed to say? That I was sorry? The problem there was that I wasn't. I knew I should be ... but I wasn't. Should I have offered to push her off of it? I knew I should do that ... but I had no interest whatsoever in doing so. So I just agreed with her.

And then she calmly removed her hand from my cock, put both hands on my shoulders ... and hunched forward to gobble up the rest of my throbbing prick.

I read somewhere that it is completely normal for the teenaged male to suffer premature ejaculation, and that it happens to over ninety percent of them.

Turns out I'm completely normal.

Of course "normal" as defined by human beings (primarily women, since they are the ones who actually suffer from premature ejaculation) is quite different than "normal" as defined by Mother Nature. Her intent is simply to get the sperm into the vaginal channel, so it can swim happily upstream to find an egg.

Thankfully, the teenage male has capabilities that (sometimes) overcome the female's objection to the usual result of premature ejaculation. And whatever good old Mom Nature gave us, I stayed happily stiff as my balls did their thing and pumped however many ounces is normal of my semen into my sister's scorching hot depths.

I don't know if she felt it, or was just excited to be doing what we were suddenly doing, but she started writhing against me, and humping her hips and crushed my body to hers, while she again kissed me.

Dad was right. There is a ton of passion locked up in a girl her age, and it all came flooding out. I say flooding, because suddenly there were all these wet, squelching, liquid sounds coming from where we were joined.

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And it felt good. I won't deny that. But something happened to me that took it way beyond just "feeling good." I wanted more movement, or more feeling or whatever it was that just wasn't there. Since then I've learned that when you spunk in a pussy and keep fucking it, things are too slippery and you have to keep going until you either pack all that spunk into her womb or froth it out around her pussy lips so that there is more feeling. But at that point in time I was just a male who wanted more than was going on in that position.

Which is why I stood up, crushing her body to mine, and walked over to flop down on top of her on her bed. We landed on her bottom, in a leaning back kind of position, with our legs off the bed. My toes found purchase on the floor and, suddenly, I found what I wanted - the ability to pound her with long strokes of my cock.

It wasn't the most comfortable position for me, because I was holding up all my weight on my toes and stiff arms, sort of in a leaning pushup position. But I could hump the crap out of her, which is what I wanted to do just then, so I ignored the pain that built up in my arms.

I was lucky, because that position was completely comfortable for her. Her upper torso was lying flat on the bed. Her butt was perched on the edge of the mattress, and her heels supported her legs on the floor. If anything, it made her mons jut out, so that every time I slammed against her I crushed her clit. Plus, to be perfectly honest, I think she just got off at being manhandled. It would turn out she liked rough sex, not every time, but sometimes. And because of that, she had another orgasm right on top of the one she was recovering from. And learning she could have multiple orgasms, that close together, was something that would be very important later on. After all, if a girl can't have an orgasm, how interested in sex is she likely to be?

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Anyway, I admit I went a little crazy. At least until I had another of my own orgasms. That one wasn't quite as much fun as the first one, because my body hadn't had time to refill the reservoir that holds the semen that gets squirted out. I got half of a good squirt, but then there was this sweet agonizing pain as I had what I later learned is called a "dry" ejaculation. Don't get me wrong. It was fantastic. But it also hurt. Which is confusing, but helps me understand just a teensy little bit about all that BDSM stuff you hear about. Well, I don't understand it, but it doesn't seem completely stupid any more. Or something.

In any case, I had this painful, happy, agonizing, incredibly sweet orgasm and dribbled a few more sperms into her and then collapsed, rolling off of her instinctively, but then ending up sitting on the floor with my back against her bed. She didn't move. Her leg was right beside me, with the foot flat on the floor. She gave out a long sigh.

"Shiiiiiit, Bobby!"

I didn't answer. I was panting too hard to talk.

"That was crazy!" she said, panting herself. "Let's do it again!"

I managed a groan. The thought made my balls ache.

Eventually, though, we caught our breath. I levered myself up, feeling suddenly like I was an old man or something. When I stood up, I looked at Addie, who was lying there, arms thrown wide, breasts still rising and falling two or three inches. Her legs were still spread, her heels on the floor. And her pussy was overflowing with creamy, milky jism.

I had creamed inside my sister.

I know I should have felt bad about that. But for some reason I still don't understand, all I wanted to do when I looked at that ... was put even more inside her. Maybe it's a product of the fact that the human brain doesn't fully mature until you're in your early twenties, and you just physically can't think as rationally as you'll be able to later. Maybe that's why so many teens make babies before they should. At least before our culture thinks they should.

But I wasn't thinking about making babies. All I could think about was how fantastic that had been and, like Addison, how soon I wanted to do it again.

Still, we both had been conditioned to know that what we had just done was wrong, meaning that nobody except the two of us would approve of it.

"I'm sorry," I said, assuming for some reason that it was all my fault.

"I'm not," she said. "I should be, but I'm not."

"Are you okay?" I asked. Don't ask me what I thought might be "wrong" with her, except that I had been pretty violent.

"I feel fantastic," she sighed. "I can't believe it fit in me so easily!" She sat up. White cream welled out of her pussy and dripped all over the edge of her bed.

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"Where are your clean sheets?" I asked, thinking about how we still hadn't washed the ones we'd soiled in my room.

"Never mind that," she said. "I can't believe Daddy isn't already in here asking what the hell is going on. You better leave."

I was rattled enough that I did exactly that. I put my robe on and went to her door.

"Bobby?" she called, in a strident whisper.

I turned to look at her. I wanted to take my robe back off and go lie on top of her again.

"I'm really not sorry."

"Okay," I said.

I turned and left before the urge to drop my robe again overcame me.

TBC

[JEMMA]

As strange as it might sound, I wanted to jack off when I got back to my room. Some of that was probably because I didn't find Dad in the hallway, on his way to investigate the sounds we had (probably) made. I don't know. But despite the urge to do that, I didn't try. My cock had fired off twice in a ten minute period, and it was actually a little sore.

But I was too excited to just go to bed. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on reading either.

So I cleaned my room.

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I ended up staying up pretty late. I paid for that the next morning when Addie came to get me up. She was already dressed. She'd gone to the kitchen for breakfast and when I didn't show up, volunteered to come see why. She opened the door and yelled, "Hey. Get up. You overslept. Get a move on. We have to go!"

I threw on some clothes and stumbled out to the kitchen, where Dad looked up from his paper and asked, "You okay?" I said I was, and went to get a bowl from the cupboard. Addison said, "Hurry up. I'm not going to get a tardy because you're too lazy to get up on time."

In other words, she acted like my sister, instead of my lover, which was smart, but something I'm still amazed she was so capable of doing.

She acted like my sister for the rest of the day. And night. Nothing happened that night. Except that I finally figured out she wasn't coming to my room. And, since she hadn't invited me to hers, I stayed in mine and jacked off. It was good, but not like doing it in her. No contest.

She acted like my sister the next morning too, and all day at school. For that matter, she didn't show her passion on the way to Vlad's after school. Which is why, when we got there, I was completely unprepared when she went to stand in front of Vlad and ask him what she asked him.

"Vlad? Would we get paid more for the naked shots if he actually put it in me?"

I was astonished. And that's probably why I missed the fact that Vlad was not astonished.

"But of course," he said, easily. "That is where the really big money is."

"That's what you do with the others ... isn't it?" she asked, making it sound more like a statement than a question.

"Addison, my sweet," he said. "I cannot discuss what the others do. Just as I could not discuss with anyone what you and your brother do."

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"How much more?" she asked.

"Enough that you might have problems hiding it from your parents," he said, calmly. "Do they have access to your banking records?"

"I think I still have a Christmas account," she said. "I haven't thought about that for years."

"It would be enough to fund your college education," he said. "Can you put that much in the bank without someone asking questions?"

"Are you saying you want us to do that?" she asked.

"Of course," he said, suddenly willing to admit he was much more than a simple advertising photographer.

"Can you keep paying us in cash?" she asked.

"Of course," he said.

"And you swear nobody in this country will ever see the pictures?"

"Of course," he said again.

I know what you're thinking. But we were kids. And we weren't used to adults just flat lying to our faces.

Which is how I ended up fucking Addison in seven or eight poses while Vlad documented it all in crisp, digital images. He paid us both a thousand dollars in cash before we even started, and then, during the shoot, said he'd add another five hundred apiece if we'd let him shoot me spunking her pussy lips.

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Were you aware that they have cameras now that will take eight still photographs a second? When the flashes go off, it looks like a strobe light.

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[JEMMA]

Know what I learned that night? I learned that when you have sex for the purposes of creating porn photos, it isn't all that sexy. Before this, he had put us in position, and then just photographed what happened. But the sucking of nipples, the licking of pussy lips, and the oral lovemaking a woman does to a penis call for relatively languid activity. When you move on to intercourse, slow isn't what the body wants to do.

But slow is what the camera (pornographer) requires, at least in terms of still photographs. And what that meant was that I got to stick it in Addie a lot ... but then I had to stop and hold the pose, while he framed things the way he wanted them.

Which meant that while I "fucked" her in seven or eight poses ... we didn't actually get to fuck. When we got to what he called the money shot, in fact, I had to jack off to be able to spurt into the pussy lips she was holding open with her fingers.

And that is probably why she came to my room that night, to replay some of those poses without Vlad being there to say, "Hold it there! Don't move!"

I know I'm making this sound like it was seamless, with no difficulties, or emotional upheaval or any of that stuff. And all that was there. But for every thought that we were doing something foolish, there came with it the rock solid feeling that what was done was done, and that what we felt for each other during all this was as real as the air we breathed.

We simply loved each other, which was a good thing. And we fell in love with each other, which was just a fact we couldn't change.

So, all in all, we didn't worry too much about it. Like teenagers do all over the world, we just did what we wanted to do, and tried like crazy not to get caught doing it.

That Thursday night really sealed the deal. We started with her on top. Vlad had had us do that, of course, but he hadn't let her move unless he told her to. Still, in the process of getting on and off me, and rising up and down slowly, intuition told her how much fun this position might be. So she tried that first. And her intuition was right. It took almost no time for her to learn to lean forward, supporting her upper body with her hands on my chest, and wiggle her way to an orgasm.

I have to say that she managed quieter orgasms now. She didn't just gush loudly like she used to. I never asked her about it, but I suspect that was intentional, because later in our lives she was loud plenty of times.

She also liked the position where her ankles were on top of my shoulders, and she was bent in half. She was very flexible, something cheerleading demanded of her. She liked that position because it made me go deeper in her than any other way.

But the one we both liked the best was one we found accidentally. She was on her back, with her legs spread wide, and I was lying on top of her humping her happily, when she got a cramp in her left hip. It was one of those really painful ones that come on really fast, and she whispered that she needed to move her leg. So she swept that leg inward while I lifted my knee, letting her put her legs closer. She wiggled, moaning about the pain, which I sympathized with, but I didn't want to take my penis out of her, so I rocked the other way and lifted my other knee, letting her put her legs completely together.

"That's better," she sighed, as I settled my weight on her hips.

I humped her a couple of times, because it felt good, and she said, "That is better!"

And I agreed, because suddenly she was really tight. She'd always been tight, but this was incredible.

She was so tight, in fact, that within half a minute I groaned, drove in hard, and spewed.

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[JEMMA]

I will not say we were like newlyweds. We would have been, but it was impossible to just hop in bed and make love any time we felt like it.

But we did get together each night and make love. Well ... for another three nights, anyway. Then she got her period, and things came to a screeching halt.

They also came to a screeching halt with Vlad who, when he found out there was a string hanging from Addison's pussy, told us to go on home.

"Can't we model some clothing?" asked Addison.

"I can put you in some more bikinis," he said. "Or winter coats and jackets, if you like, though it is late in the season for that."

"Well, if we just go home Dad will wonder what's up," she said, proving that she was thinking about things.

So we stayed and got twenty dollars an hour instead of hundreds of dollars an hour.

Speaking of her period, this is probably as good a place as any to supply some information you may have noticed was missing. That is, information about our lives other than when we were involved with each other sexually. We did have lives apart from each other. I know it doesn't sound like it, based on what you've read so far, but that's because what we did together was so intense that other things paled by comparison. What I mean is that when something that passionate is going on in your life, you tend not to think about other, more mundane parts of existence. Even just thinking back on it has caused me to leave out many aspects of our lives.

Like dating. We both went on dates. We had to, because people expected us to. I never asked Addison what happened on her dates. I didn't want to know. And she never told me. Even to this day I don't know if she let any of the guys she went out with cop a feel, so that her reputation might seem as normal as other girls. I do know that I pushed the envelope with the girls I went out with. But it wasn't because I was trying to get lucky. I was already lucky. I was only curious about how differently those girls might react to things than Addie did.

And we had extracurricular activities too. She still had cheer practice, and there were games and dances and all the things that are normal for kids in high school. So while what I have described is anything but normal, that wasn't all that defined our lives. There was plenty of normality in our lives, including my sister having PMS and periods.

Addie's periods were regular, in terms of when they came around. I had never thought about that before, because I never knew when they happened before all this happened. And I'm only mentioning it now because it had an effect on how things happened. Besides being regular, they also lasted four or five days, which meant we had two working sessions with Vlad during which we couldn't do the big money shots.

That meant it was Monday again before Addison was prepared to get naked and display her pussy to the world. That was indelicate of me. She only displayed it to me and, once in a while to Vlad.

But after making the kind of money we'd made, and entering into the kind of relationship we now enjoyed, a week was a long time, and that may be why, when we showed up the following Monday ready to get naked, Vlad finally got to where I now suspect he was headed all along. Waiting must have been hard on him too.

When we walked into his studio, I noticed there was a backdrop down which displayed what could only be a house made of candy, like those gingerbread houses you see sometimes around Christmas time. The fake grass was spread out in front of it, along with some farm looking equipment, like a stump with an axe stuck in it, and an old wooden wheelbarrow.

"Kids," he said, "I think you are ready to make some real money ... if you're interested."

Understand, here, that the last time we'd gotten more than twenty bucks an hour, we'd walked away with fifteen hundred bucks in our pockets. Each. And to us, that already was ... real money.

"I thought you were already paying us the most you could," said Addison.

"For still photos, yes," he said.

"What else is there?" she asked.

"Movies," he said, simply. "You do a movie for me, and you earn ten thousand."

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[JEMMA]

Chapter Nine

We both stood there mute for a few seconds, stunned, as it sank in that Vlad had just offered to pay us ten thousand dollars to make a movie.

"Each?" Addison squeaked.

"No, no," he said, waving his hands around. "Five thousand each." He smiled his famous smile. "But we can do many movies. If you become popular, maybe the price will go up."

I noticed that his accent had gotten better, and realized, suddenly, that it had always gotten better when he was talking business and worse when he was trying to get us to do something sexual.

Addison said, "I need to talk to my brother."

Vlad said, "Of course."

She turned to me and pointed to the studio door. She wasn't satisfied with just going out where all the costumes were, on racks. She took me all the way outside where the Bug was parked.

"He wants us to do porn, Bobby!" she gasped.

"What do you think he's been doing?" I asked, a little bit confused.

"He's been taking pictures!" she said.

"Yes, of us naked ... fucking," I said. "That's porn, Addie."

"Okay, I guess so," she said. "But this is different. He wants to make a movie of us doing it!"

"You're right," I said. "That's what he's asking us to do."

"But what should we do?" she asked. "The pictures were scary enough. At least at first. But movies? I don't know, Bobby."

"Come with me," I said. I'd been thinking about his accent, and remembering things he'd said, and trying to remember what accent he'd used when he said them. I had already figured out he was going to try to get us to go as far as we would go. The movie idea freaked me out a little bit too ... but I wasn't surprised.

I took her back into the studio, where Vlad was putting up a fake tree off to one side of the candy house. He turned to look at us and waited for one of us to speak. I took over now.

"How many of these movies have you already made?"

He grinned. "Few dozen."

"And how many have you made with Kerry and Natalie?"

"What?" Addison's voice yipped, high in the soprano register.

Vlad's smile remained on his face, but it was different somehow.

"I not loose with the privacy of my models," he said. His accent was slipping into heavy Russian. That meant he was trying to convince us to do something. "How about I just say there have been other brothers and sisters who enjoy learning about sex together."

"Can we see one of them?" I asked.

"Will you do one for Vlad?" he countered.

I turned to Addie. "If he shows us one of Kerry and Natalie having sex, will you agree to do one?"

"Nat and Kerry?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Or of Jerry and Cindy," I said. "Somebody we know, so we know he's made a movie and we had no clue about it."

Her eyes widened and her lower lip curled in to get bitten by her pearly whites.

"Kerry and Nat," she said. "If they did it ... I'll do it."

I turned to Vlad. He'd heard the conversation. The ball was in his court.

"Vlad does not show these movies in America," he said.

"Can it, Vlad," I said. "I know you only have that accent when you're trying to talk us into something. Those are the terms. And I want Addie to wear a wig when we do it."

"And you swear you'll never tell them I showed you their movie?" he asked, all traces of his accent gone.

"Deal," I said.

Five minutes later we were staring at the big twenty inch monitor, watching as Natalie, playing Little Bo Peep, watched over a bunch of fake sheep while Kerry, with a fake wolf skin on, "snuck up" on her. He was already naked. Not long after he caught her, she was too. They were obviously enjoying each other as we watched his cock slide into her belly like they'd done it a hundred times.

While we watched we learned that Vlad, it seems, specialized in B grade "reenactments" of fairy tales. They were insanely popular with collectors, and priced high enough that the casual purveyor of mass produced porn would scoff at the trailer and leave it alone. The secret - and the primary reason the collectors would pay so much - was that the unofficial word was out that Vlad found real siblings to play the parts.

In other words, Vlad specialized in cheesy authentic incest porn, where the actors were guaranteed to be actually related. He'd done all the classic fairy tales, including ones in which fathers had pretty nubile daughters, and evil stepmothers had sexual interest in their stepdaughters and all that kind of thing. He had the best of all worlds. His overhead was practically non-existent, at least in terms of employees and props. But that obvious low budget look was one of the things that drew the buyer, because he knew he was getting genuine incestuous action for his money, instead of expensive production, and actors who couldn't read. And, apparently, these collectors loved having multiple versions of the same movie, but with different actors.

"You may not tell them I showed you this," he said. "Not unless you agree to perform in a movie with them."

Addie, whose hand had reached for mine while we watched Kerry fuck the shit out of his sister, squeezed mine hard at that point.

"I don't think I could do that in front of them," she said, softly.

"We'll cross that bridge later," said Vlad, confident now that he had us. He was, after all, a professional, and he knew his business. "For now, I have in mind doing Hansel and Gretel with you two. What do you think?"

It was pretty obvious he thought we'd agree, what with the scene already being set up. Then again, if we refused, he could always get Kerry and Natalie to do it.

Addie squeezed my hand again.

"I remember Cindy saying that she and Nat had posed together for you," she said.

Vlad displayed one of the few frowns I ever saw on his face.

"That was indelicate of her," he said. "She was only supposed to get you to pose for regular modeling photos."

"Were those real?" asked my sister.

"Of course," he said. "I make all kinds of money on all kinds of photography. Your pictures will, in fact, appear in various catalogs."

"But Kerry and Nat ... and Cindy and Jerry have ... um ... starred ... in ... um ... movies together?"

"We have a deal, right?" asked Vlad.

"We have a deal," I said. Addie squeezed my hand again, even harder.

"Okay then," he said. "Yes, they have made movies together."

"And did Nat do ... those things ... with Jerry?"

"She did not mind," said Vlad. "Perhaps because Kerry acted in scenes with Cindy as well."

"I won't do that," said my sister. "Only Bobby can do that to me."

"Not a problem," said Vlad. "I can respect that."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Cindy and Kerry aren't really brother and sister. And neither are Natalie and Jerry."

Vlad gave us a blinding grin. "Discriminating collectors do not mind such things as long as there is an actual brother and sister in the movie. In fact, some of my most popular movies start with the sister and her boyfriend, and then brother joins in. I make more than fairy tales. One popular movie is when brother takes sister to prom because parents are too strict to allow her to date. Afterwards, he deflowers her, just like a date would have. Or father takes daughter to prom. That one is very popular too."

"You actually know fathers who do that with their daughter?" asked Addie. "I could never do that with my father!" She frowned. "Is it weird that I like doing things with Bobby, but nobody else?"

"Different strokes for different folks," said Vlad, shrugging. "I take what I can get. When I move to a new town it is always difficult to find new models and get started again. If I find a girl who likes her daddy more than most girls do, then I make that kind of movie."

That last part of his comment would turn out to be quite important later, but I was too busy thinking to give it any special attention just then.

Long story short, when we were out of questions, Vlad finally said, "Okay. So let's get cracking. We've already wasted half an hour of your time tonight. We can still get this puppy in the can, but we need to move right along."

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