To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

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WARNING!

At the risk of giving too much of a spoiler, if you're a stickler for prior verbal or written, informed, acknowledged, and of sound mind and body consent be given for having sex with someone, then the circumstance in this story may trigger you. I wrestled with this issue a good deal, and decided a warning should be issued. If you aren't extremely concerned about it, forgot I said anything.

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My eyes focused on the slender fingers of the woman on my laptop screen, spreading the pink lips of her bald pussy wide open. The sheen of her arousal sparkled in the bright, cinematic lights.

"Yes... yes... your cock is so huge. Fuck me with that giant cock," she moaned.

Porn isn't known for its literary worth, but this example did it for me regardless of that. My hand flew along my shaft, and I wanted to come just as the dick on my laptop screen pierced the pussy it aimed for.

I knew this ejaculation would be good. I had been working on it for a good twenty minutes, going from video to video, looking for and eventually finding the perfect girl with the perfect body, but I heard the click of my bedroom door unlatch and it swung slowly inward.

I slapped my laptop closed and grabbed my sheet to yank it up over me, and my laptop, all in one motion. Whoever was invading my rightful solitude, long after everyone in the house, including me, should be asleep, had no chance to see what I had been doing, and that was the only relief I felt at that moment before the door opened enough for me to discover the identity of the intruder.

"Elise, what the fu... hell are you doing?" I growled, barely even a whisper.

I had no desire to disturb our parents or younger brother, even if my sister would be the one at fault for coming into my room uninvited.

She hadn't been inside my bedroom, invited or not, since the one month we had both been four years old, over sixteen years ago.

She made no reply to my very reasonable question, but our eyes met and held. Her unblinking eyes seemed colder and contained even less feeling than how she always looked at me.

Our last cordial conversation had occurred when I was barely four years old and Elise was almost five, and she discovered she wouldn't be going to kindergarten for another year, the same time that I would be.

Elise stepped inside, turned her back on me and slowly closed and locked my door as silently as she had opened it.

Her expression didn't change as she crossed the room and stopped at the side of my bed. I couldn't see her face when she gripped the hem of her long tee shirt with both hands, about the middle of her thighs, and pulled it up and over her head, but the cold, unfeeling stare remained when her eyes focused on mine again and she let her shirt drop to the floor.

She didn't bother to push her now disheveled, naturally wavy, mid-back length, golden brown hair out of her face.

She stood still, her eyes riveted to mine, completely naked, as if her body were an exhibit in a museum and I should be admiring her amazing, petite boobs with very erect nipples, slender waist, very womanly hips, and perfect triangle of light brown, neatly trimmed, pubic hair nestled between the tops of her shapely thighs. That hair did almost nothing to hide her gash or puffy labia protruding from it.

If she wanted me to admire her naked body, I had no reason to deny her that. I couldn't come up with even one thing I'd rather do at that moment. Sister or not, a naked woman is still a naked woman, and this particular one surprised me. I thought I had found a video with the perfect female body to masturbate to, but my sister's naked body gave me a very good reason to reconsider that.

I'd never seen Elise like that, or even close. I had never accidentally interrupted her in the bathroom, or caught her undressing because she accidentally left her bedroom door open even a crack. She had never even allowed me to see her in a swimming suit, so of course, I stared back, but not at her eyes.

My eyes went back to hers when she swept my sheet down off my body to reveal my still monumentally hard erection. She looked at it, then back at my face.

"Oh Chuck, I always love your cock and what you do to me with it when we're alone like this. You're always so big and hard for me. Were you thinking about me and what you know I need you to do to me?" she whispered without changing her expression.

None of what she said made even a tiny bit of sense to me. She never intentionally looked at me. We hadn't been alone together for over a decade and a half. She avoided me like the plague unless she felt the contact could harass or degrade me and that always in public.

The only reasonable explanation for her being in my room, naked, talking like I had ever done anything to her with my dick was that any second she would laugh derisively and say "As if I'd ever stoop to slumming it with you like that, even if you were the last man on Earth."

Her nakedness, though extreme, had to be just her way of taunting me, letting me see something she thought I should want but never have.

"I love it that you make me come and get it because you don't want it as bad as I do. I know that's true. I know you're doing me a favor and I don't deserve you or your cock. I don't care that I don't deserve you because you always make love to me like I do. I love you for that more than I could ever love anyone else for any reason, so I need you more than I could ever need anyone else."

I almost laughed at her deadpan, emotionless voice, like she read something for the first time, she didn't know what would come next, and definitely didn't mean a word of it.

She literally dove onto my bed and mostly on top of me so she could kiss me with more passion and lust than anyone ever had before, even any of my various former girlfriends, and her warm, delicate fingers wrapped around my cock while her tongue searched my mouth for my tonsils.

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"Elise, there's no reason to go shopping for school supplies yet," Mom told us, looking first at Elise then at me in the rearview mirror.

I just grinned back at Mom like I had no idea what was going on, because I didn't.

"But I go to kindergarten in two weeks, Mom," Elise argued.

"No, sweetheart, you're not going this year. Why did you think that?" Mom laughed then focused her eyes back on the road.

We were going to the grocery store, and Elise and I always went with Mom for that.

"All my friends that are five are going in two weeks."

"But you won't be five. You turn five next month on the fifth."

Elise turned and looked at me with a grin almost as silly as the one I probably wore.

"So Chuck has two years to wait," she giggled.

My expression probably didn't change. I just knew I would be getting a treat after Mom got the groceries. I always earned a treat for barely bugging Mom for a treat while she shopped. Other than that, I had no idea what they were talking about, and didn't really care.

"Chuck starts kindergarten the same time you will, Elise."

Unbeknown to me at the time, those five days between September first, the cutoff date for being five to enter kindergarten, and September fifth, Elise's birthday, as of that instant, became the sole source of strife between me and my older sister. Maybe not sole, but they definitely turned out to be the worst, and all of the other innumerable problems she had with me stemmed from that time period.

Because of the day I was born, August third, and the day she was born, the previous September fifth, not only were we less than eleven months apart in age and were the same age for a month each year, I would forever be her sworn enemy and the source of all her misery and sorrow, every last drop, and nothing else.

She treated me like it was my fault and I had somehow planned to ruin her life with the day I was born.

Until our mom uttered that apocalyptic sentence, we had been best friends.

Her expression, sitting in the back seat of Mom's SUV, melted from having fun to disbelief, then shock, then denial, then absolute rage. To this day, Elise has never gotten to the acceptance stage.

"I hate you," she whispered after she turned her face toward the window beside her.

I don't remember what I thought back then, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't anything about spending thirteen years in what Elise considered her grade, and only hers, at school.

Looking back now, I'm still a little surprised that it took her until fourth grade to get suspended for the first three days of the school year for punching some new girl who called me Elise's twin brother in front of the whole class the first day of school.

Even that was my fault, both being called her twin brother and her getting suspended.

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"So, Chucky Cheese, your twin's a hot girl."

Ty, a new kid in class for ninth grade, even on just the second day of the new school year, had nicknames for everybody.

I didn't like mine. I knew of no one who liked theirs either.

I considered agreeing with him and telling him the fastest way to her heart is to tell her he's best friends with me.

He was one of those guys. He was bigger, dumber and way more outgoing than the rest of us normal ninth grade guys. He talked too loud, too much, and basically failed to ever find anything worth saying, especially for a newbie.

I knew just claiming to be my acquaintance would guarantee Elise would never speak to him again, especially if he referred to me as her twin.

It might earn him a punch in the nose too, which, in my opinion, everybody thought he deserved.

He wouldn't admit it, and had been asked, but we all assumed he was a couple years older than any of us and should have been in at least eleventh grade.

"You're not exactly her type, Tyler."

"You mean Tyson, Ty for short. Can you put in a good word for me?"

"We don't really have that kind of relationship, Tyler."

"She hates his guts," James, my best friend, cut in.

James -- until this school year he went by Jimmy -- had ulterior motives. He had a huge crush on Elise, and had since basically kindergarten. Since about half the class had a crush like that on her, he did have some competition there, but hardly any of the girls had much of a crush on her.

I had no plans to ever go by Charles, but to each their own. I think James wanted Elise to think James sounded older and more mature. She had always been the oldest in our class, and seldom failed to make sure everyone remembered that.

"Why's that, Chucky Cheese? Did you try to tap that?"

"You're disgusting, Tyler," James laughed. "Would you try to tap that if she was your sister?"

"I think he would," I added my two cents with a laugh, mostly at the fact James joined me in my endeavor to get people used to hearing him called Tyler.

"If that was my sister, I'd definitely be tapping it every chance I got."

"The toothbrush was invented in Georgia, Tyler. Otherwise, it would be called a teethbrush," I told him.

Ty scowled at me, then James.

"You dweebs are weird."

He turned and wandered off, probably looking for somebody else to annoy.

"She is... well, hot is about the best thing I can think of to describe her."

"And my sister?"

"Yeah, your sister. Would you hate me if I, um..."

"Has she ever even looked at you?"

"I think once, in second grade, but that was an accident and she rolled her eyes, so no, not on purpose, that I've noticed."

"You're a basketball player..."

"I'm shorter than she is."

"You're a guard, and she's a forward, and you're barely shorter."

"On the girls' team, and she's the tallest on the team just like you're the tallest on the guys team."

"My point is that there's nothing wrong with you... physically..."

"Mentally then? Is that what you're saying?"

"Absolutely! On her part though. You know it's because we're best friends."

"She's enough to make me regret that. Like, she's only a freshman and she's already the prettiest girl in the school."

"Tall, mile long legs, almost blonde, wavy hair past her shoulders, and sky blue eyes don't make her the prettiest girl in school, James."

"No, but being gorgeous does."

I'd already given my best argument on that topic, so I let it go.

"It wouldn't make any difference to me. We'd still be friends, so if you want to date her, then date her. I won't stand in your way. Don't get your hopes up though. You know how she is with anybody that's friends with me. Who knows though, she might treat you better than she treats me. Maybe. She couldn't treat you worse."

"Yeah... we're grownups now though "

"Teenagers. She's got tons of growing up to get to grownup. We all do."

"You think I shouldn't even want to date her? Pretend you don't know her, then look at her and tell me you wouldn't want to date her."

"She's kinda cute, if you squint hard enough and stand far enough away."

"Fuck you, Chuck. You are a dweeb!" James laughed at me. "Maybe you should think about flunking ninth grade to see if your life improves from it."

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"I shot my wad with Elise."

"Jesus, James, can you not talk about shooting your wad in reference to my sister? Please?"

"I just meant I did it..."

"Or doing it either. I know that didn't happen 'cause you don't have the balls to even ask her out."

"I do though. That's what I'm talking about, and she said yes, and she even smiled at me when she said it."

"You asked my sister, my sister Elise, that sister, out? On a date? A real date?"

"That sister. That Elise, your only sister."

I looked across the lunchroom to where I knew Elise would be sitting with her clique. She wasn't looking at me, of course. Instead she was looking at James, my best friend, and when he followed my gaze and obviously caught her looking, or staring more like, she grinned, blushed, and gave him a little, finger wave.

To that point, I had been certain my sister had a genetic defect that took away her ability to do any of those things, including the staring at a guy.

James had grown some over the three years since ninth grade, and was now a good, solid, without question, half an inch at most taller than Elise. Maybe he had a shot with her.

From my vantage point seven inches taller than James, I could barely tell the difference.

Of course, my sick mind thought they would have an easier time kissing than most couples, including, or especially me and whichever girl I decided to date on those occasions I found somebody worthy.

Once, on a first date, when I walked her to her door, she pushed one of those things that's just three steps up and nothing else, in front of me. I asked what she was doing, and she grinned at me and stepped up those three steps and said "I'm hoping this makes it easy enough that you'll want to kiss me goodnight."

I did. It was okay, but not enough that I thought kissing her without the steps was worth it.

"Well, congratulations. It only took you thirteen years to grow the balls that took."

"You can't count the first eight of those years 'cause I didn't even know horny was a thing until eighth grade."

"You're the bravest guy in town, I guess."

"Maybe the most desperate. We're seniors, so it's now or never probably."

"I meant bravest because nobody else has grown the balls to ask her out."

"They have. A few anyway. I'm just the only one she didn't just reject immediately but said yes to."

"You know she's my sister, and regardless of best friend or not, and no matter how badly she and I get along, I'll beat your ass if you hurt her."

"Really?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Don't fuck it up."

"I don't even remember the last time I heard her say anything to or even about you, and you'd beat my ass..."

"Anybody's ass that hurts her."

"Does she know that?"

"Probably not, but that doesn't change the fact she's my sister."

"I'm not usually an idiot, so I'm not doing anything to fuck up something with the prettiest girl in town."

"The prettiest girl with a secretly very protective brother with at least a six inch reach advantage on you in a fight."

"That too."

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James dropped his backpack on the lunchroom table and collapsed into the seat across from me about five minutes before the bell that would send us all scurrying to our first period classes.

His presence surprised me. For the last three months, he spent this time giving Elise at least a few kisses and as many hugs to start the day.

Those kisses always involved some tongue, but usually way more than just some.

I tried not to look.

It didn't bother me that much, not any more than all the other couples doing basically the same thing.

"It's over," James moaned without lifting his eyes from his backpack.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"That's probably the problem, dude."

"That's not what I mean. I did everything she'd let me do."

"I don't wanna hear about how many bases you covered and how often. I've told you that before."

"Yeah. You already heard all about that."

"I don't remember that conversation, but please, don't refresh my memory."

"I got thrown out on my way to first every at bat. My batting average is zero for about a million."

"Maybe you tried too hard. Did she tell you what the straw was that broke her back?"

"You're calling your sister a camel?"

"No," I laughed. "What happened, for real?"

"You're just trying to figure out if we're gonna meet outside after school for a fight. It's not like that."

"It's always like something. What'd you do?"

"Nothing. I thought everything was perfect... except for the never getting to even first base. You've seen how she kisses, umm, kissed me."

"Yeah, I tried not to see that, but everybody saw that "

"Even when she broke up with me, she told me she loves me, and that was the first time she told me that. She said we just aren't a good fit for her, then kissed me like we always kissed, then closed the door in my face."

"Ouch."

"She didn't even look like she was about to cry. They always cry in the movies when they dump a guy, even if they hate him."

"You probably shouldn't base your relationship expectations on movies."

"Yeah, whatever. How do I get her back? I love her."

"She wouldn't even let you feel her up. Why do you even want her back?"

"Everything... she's perfect, dude. I'd wait until we got married if I needed to."

"Maybe you need an ugly girl. You know, one that would be grateful somebody wanted to touch her. The hottest girl in the State may not be a good first girlfriend choice. You know, work your way up to a scorching hot, world class looker so you know your way around being with a one percenter. I hear it's a whole different world up there."

"She hates you. Do you really think she's a one percenter?"

"Don't you? She might hate me, but I'm not blind."

"I'm serious, Chuck."

"Me too, but I don't think I'm the right one to be asking how to get her back. I don't know her. We're strangers even if she's my sister. Sorry."

"You realize saying I need an ugly girl is kinda unhelpful. It's like you narrowed it down to anybody else in the world but her."

"Yeah, I know, but it's the best I can do. It might be easier for you if she was more like a normal girl. I know it'd be easier on me if she could just try a little to be normal but that has nothing to do with her looks."

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"I should, um, tell everybody something. It's kind of a big deal."

My family, Mom, Dad, Elise, Stan, and myself, had just sat down for dinner during the week before my third year of college started.

Stan, my younger brother, would be turning fourteen in a couple weeks, and Elise and I were both twenty, me just barely and Elise less than a month from twenty-one.

Dinner, a few times each week, had been about the only times I saw Elise since we started college at the State University in town. Neither of us moved out of the house.

We spoke even less. That would be literally never. I was fairly certain the last time she spoke to me was in the graduation line in highschool, where I stood in front of her because Charles comes before Elise in the alphabet. That may have been the most traumatic event in her life after learning she'd be starting kindergarten with me in her class.

Her last words to me were "Fuck you, Chuck" immediately after they called my name to get my diploma and right before they called hers.

I had taken a few college level courses in highschool, then summer school for the three summers since then. I'm not super smart or anything like that, but just diligent and a good planner.

"I'm graduating in the spring."

"Chuck! That's fantastic!" Mom gleefully exclaimed.

Dad just sat back and slow clapped with a huge smile on his face.

Stan didn't even look up from his plate.

Elise slowly pushed her chair back, very deliberately stood up without making eye contact with anyone, then hurried out of the room.

Nobody but Stan moved as we listened to her stomp up the stairs and rattle the entire house when she slammed her bedroom door.

I silently hoped it was her bedroom door and not mine and she wasn't inside mine trashing everything she could get her hands on.

"Well son, that is an accomplishment. We're all proud of you," Dad broke the silence.

I just nodded. I was listening too hard for breaking objects upstairs to worry too much about Dad's opinion.

Nobody acknowledged, or ever attempted to explain the elephant in the room. They all just accepted Elise's attitude toward me and tried their best to ignore it.

I understood, that minute, she hated that her little brother would finish college a whole year before her.

I thought she should be happy. Her little brother no longer shared her year in school and she could spend her entire last year of college out of that shadow.

"Dude! So what? You said it was a big deal, but borrrr-ing!" Stan told me very sarcastically, typical, I guess, of a young teen.

"Someday, if I let you live that long, you'll understand," I laughed at him, only half seriously about letting him live that long.

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Occasionally, the thought popped into my mind that maybe I'd been too optimistic with the number of hours I could take this semester in school.

Only a week into the semester, I believed it would get better and I just needed to get used to the schedule. Next semester, my last, would be better.

It would be worth it. Maybe if I told myself that enough times, it would be true.

I tried to sleep, but couldn't. I just needed to try harder, or do something to relieve some stress.

I got up to get my laptop, then pushed my boxers off then got back into bed and brought up my favorite porn site.

My eyes focused on the slender fingers of the woman on my laptop screen spreading the pink lips of her bald pussy wide open. The sheen of her arousal sparkled in the bright, cinematic lights.

"Yes... yes... your cock is so huge. Fuck me with that giant cock," she moaned.

I knew this ejaculation would be good. I had been working on it for a good twenty minutes, going from video to video, looking for and eventually finding the perfect girl with the perfect body, but I heard the click of my bedroom door unlatch and it swung slowly inward.

I slapped my laptop closed and grabbed my sheet to yank it up over me, and my laptop, all in one motion. Whoever was invading my rightful solitude, long after everyone in the house, including me, should be asleep, had no chance to see what I had been doing, and that was the only relief I felt at that moment before the door opened enough for me to discover the identity of the intruder.

"Elise, what the fu... hell are you doing?" I growled, barely even a whisper.

She made no reply to my very reasonable question, but our eyes met and held for a second.

Elise stepped inside, turned her back on me and slowly closed and locked my door as silently as she had opened it.

Her expression didn't change as she crossed the room and stopped at the side of my bed. I couldn't see her face when she gripped the hem of her long tee shirt with both hands, about the middle of her thighs, and pulled it up and over her head, then her eyes focused on mine again and she let her shirt drop to the floor.

She didn't bother to push her now disheveled, naturally wavy, mid-back length, golden brown hair out of her face.

She stood still, her sky blue eyes riveted to mine through stray strands of her hair, completely naked, as if her body were an exhibit in a museum and I should be admiring her amazing, petite boobs with large, chocolate brown areola and very erect nipples, slender waist, very womanly hips, and perfect triangle of light brown, neatly trimmed pubic hair nestled between the tops of her shapely thighs. That hair did almost nothing to hide her gash or puffy labia protruding from it.

I may have never seen her look so beautiful, but she was naked and lots of girls look better naked, even those in the prettiest one percent of all women.

If she wanted me to admire her naked body, I had no reason to deny her that. I couldn't come up with even one thing I'd rather do at that moment. Sister or not, a naked woman is still a naked woman, and this particular one surprised me. I thought I had found a video with the perfect female body to masturbate to, but my sister's naked body gave me a very good reason to reconsider that.

I'd never seen Elise like that, or even close. I had never accidentally interrupted her in the bathroom, or caught her undressing because she accidentally left her bedroom door open even a crack. She had never even allowed me to see her in a swimming suit, so of course, I stared back, but not at her eyes.

My eyes went back to hers when she swept my sheet down off my body to reveal my still monumentally hard erection. She looked at it, then back at my face.

"Chuck, mmhmm, I always love your cock and what you do to me with it when we're alone like this. You're always so big and hard for me. Were you thinking about me and what you know I need you to do to me?" she whispered without changing her expression.

None of what she said made even a tiny bit of sense to me.

The only reasonable explanation for her being in my room, naked, talking like I had ever done anything to her with my dick was that any second she would laugh derisively and say "As if I'd ever stoop to slumming it with you like that, even if you were the last man on Earth."

Her nakedness, though extreme, had to be just her way of taunting me, letting me see something she thought I should want but never have.

"I love it that you make me come and get it because you don't want it as bad as I do. I know that's true. I know you're doing me a favor and I don't deserve you or your cock. I don't care that I don't deserve you because you always make love to me like I do. I love you for that more than I could ever love anyone else for any reason, so I need you more than I could ever need anyone else."

She literally dove onto my bed and mostly on top of me so she could kiss me with more passion and lust than anyone ever had before, even any of my various former girlfriends, and her warm, delicate fingers wrapped around my cock while her tongue searched my mouth for my tonsils.

Without releasing her grip on my cock or slowing her tongue in my mouth, she moved her hips against me until her smooth, long legs squeezed my sides.

"Chuck..." she groaned, then slid her hips back and released my cock.

She gasped when I entered her wet, hot, tight pussy.

"It always feels like my first time when you push inside me, Chuck."

To me, this felt about as far from taunting me with her body as could be.

"Elise?"

"You don't need to tell me how we shouldn't be doing this. We both know how much I love it, and you get to get off too, so we'll keep doing it as long as you'll let me. Nobody will know but us," she moaned while she took my entire cock inside her.

"Elise?"

"You're so big. I love your cock. I love you. I know you don't feel the same about me, but I love you even more because you still put your cock inside me when I don't deserve it. You're the best brother in the world."

She started sliding along my length, in and out, not fast, not slow, but like she intended to make this last.

The only problem I had with her apparent plan was that she's my sister, my sister that hated me probably more than any sister had ever hated her brother.

"Elise..."

"Kiss me, Chuck. Kiss me like you love me even when I don't deserve your love and I wish with my whole heart I could ever deserve it."

I had never had hate sex or angry sex, but this didn't feel like I imagined that kind of sex felt.

She didn't even give me a chance to decide if I would kiss her or not, but she started kissing me with her whole entire tongue.

My mouth forgot she was my sister, and responded with the same enthusiasm.

Elise moaned into my mouth as she thrust herself along the length of my cock inside her, her gorgeous little tits and nipples dragging up and down my chest.

"Since my very first time, I always love fucking you, Chuck," she panted without her lips leaving mine.

Her speed increased, then she pulled me over on top of her.

"Fuck me, Chuck," she begged, staring into my eyes.

I had to think about that for maybe a millionth of a second, possibly two millionths.

Up to that point, I was the victim, but if I fucked her, I would be at least a little complicit in what we were doing, and that had to be wrong, no matter how right it felt.

I didn't care since she obviously didn't, so I started to thrust into her, then faster and harder."

"Yes... yes, Chuck..."

Her mile long legs wrapped around me and her ankles crossed over the back of my thighs.

Her hips rose up with each thrust inside her tight pussy. She felt like a silky glove made just for my cock.

"I love you so much, all of you, Chuck. I would die if you took this away from me."

I thrust faster into her, and her hands moved to my back and pulled my body toward hers.

"You're going to make me cum," she groaned.

I slowed just a little. I could feel myself getting close too.

"No Chuck," she whined, "make me cum."

This seemed to be her ballgame, so, I picked up the speed.

"Yes yes yes."

"I'm going to cum, Elise."

She responded only with more moans and her arms and legs squeezed me harder.

My strokes into her shortened, and my balls started to tingle.

My point of no return was imminent.

"Cum in me like you always do, Chuck. I need your cum inside me," she whined like she thought I might deprive her of that.

I pushed inside her as far as I could, then every sneer, every hiss, every complaint, every disgusted face she made and hateful remark I'd heard her make to or about me over the last sixteen years flashed through my mind as my balls unloaded inside her throbbing pussy.

I still didn't hate her so this still didn't feel like hate sex.

Her legs constricted around me, she whimpered and her whole body vibrated under me and around my cock inside her pumping her full of my cum.

I knew I would forgive her for the way she treated me, and she wouldn't even need to ask.

All I could hear was her heavy breathing in my ear and our heartbeats.

"Thank you, Chuck. I love you for these times we're together. You make me feel loved even when I'm not. I don't know why you do it for me because you don't need me like I need you. You're so perfect you can get any girl you want."

I wanted to argue, but arguing with a crazy person is pointless. Besides the fact that she just had sex with her brother who she hates, she sounded like she thought she couldn't get any and every guy she wanted with just one look.

She physically pushed me off her and rolled out of bed, and pulled the door closed behind her on her way out.

She didn't even say goodnight, or take her shirt with her.

I leaned over the side of the bed and picked her shirt up off the floor and held it to my face.

It smelled like her. I recognized her smell now only from the time she spent with me in bed, conjoined at our sex organs.

The only difference between her shirt and the air in my room around me was the pungent scent of our sex mixed with her.

I liked both aromas.

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Sitting at the breakfast bar waiting for the coffee to brew, I heard hurrying footsteps come down the stairs.

The only rooms on the second floor were my bedroom, a bathroom, and Elise's room.

Elise barreled into the kitchen pulling her backpack onto her shoulder.

She didn't slow or glance my direction. She made no acknowledgement that she noticed me at all, just like any other day.

Or that we had made love just a few hours ago.

Apparently nothing between us had changed, or maybe that's how she wanted it to appear, even with no one else around.

I wondered where she was going in such a hurry on a Saturday morning.

"Elise?"

Nothing about her changed, and she let the door almost slam behind her.

After she was gone, I caught a whiff, drifting in the air, of my sister. I smiled.

I had to wonder if she'd want to talk about this new twist in our lives, but I could envision her not being willing to acknowledge it.

I had to think that was a good idea. I love our parents, but if they had a clue Elise and I even had an actual conversation they would probably have heart failure, and that would be over just a conversation and not having sex with each other. They would stroke out completely if they knew we had gotten along well enough to fuck.

I hoped the least she would do to acknowledge it would be to come to me that night, in the middle of the night, for an encore performance.

I wanted an encore, not because I was between girlfriends, but because Elise was as good in bed as she was beautiful, regardless of her beauty. No contest, she was the best in bed I'd ever had just like she was the most beautiful woman even before I found out she didn't hate me, at least not anymore.

Nothing she did in bed with me gave even a hint that she had even the smallest reluctance to being in bed with me inside her, and she didn't just want it, but needed it.

####

I had plenty to do. My nineteen hours of senior level courses this semester guaranteed that, so I hardly noticed that Elise had made herself scarce. I barely even checked the drive outside my bedroom window more than about every half an hour for her car, and I almost didn't let every little noise outside distract me.

My dick loved me remembering her begging me to fuck her. Maybe my favorite was when she said I was going to make her cum, or maybe it was when she told me she needs my cum inside her.

Whichever, those words playing through my mind kept my dick at least half hard all day right up to when Mom yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready.

In the dining room, I hurried to my chair while I hoped my loose basketball shorts didn't let my erection be too obvious.

"Where's Elise?" Stan asked across the table from me, and next to the empty place next to him.

I had to make an effort to not grin at him while I heard Elise's voice in my head telling me I'm the best brother in the world, and I assumed she believed that because my cock had been fucking her pretty good at that second, in my opinion. She acted like she agreed.

Elise and Stan had a good relationship, from what I saw, as good as any relationship with a fourteen year-old boy can be, I guess.

Nobody answered. That's how our parents addressed her regular absences.

"What's going on with you, Chuck? You look like you're off somewhere having a good time," Mom interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, um, no, nothing really. This is gonna be a tough semester, but when I get through it, I'll be coasting on my way to graduation."

"I wish all my kids smiled like that thinking about school," Dad chuckled.

The rest of the meal was spent in small talk, like any other night that Elise wasn't there. Her presence seemed to dampen the desire for small talk in everyone.

I had had enough school work for one day. I had plenty of time tomorrow to finish what I needed to do over the weekend, so I changed clothes and went for a run.

I planned on doing a walk-on try out for the basketball team, again, my third, so I needed to stay in shape. I had been recruited by a few of the local, Division 3 schools, but wanted to attend a Big Ten school, The Big Ten School in town.

I never expected to make the team, but thought I had a chance at the practice squad, but the coaches seemed to have a different opinion of my abilities than I did.

Returning from my run, a few steps from our driveway, I caught sight of Elise's car coming up the street, so I hurried into the house and upstairs.

Since the stairway came up the middle of the house, at the top Elise would turn left to her bedroom and I would turn right to mine, so I waited in the doorway to the bathroom, directly across the hall from the stairs.

I wondered where she'd been. Maybe she'd been on a date, or hanging out with friends. My stomach knotted a little at the thought she might have been on a date, and I had to wonder what base she let her boyfriend get to if that were the case.

When she started up the stairs, the date thing disappeared from my mind. She had her backpack on her shoulder, just like this morning, and had on the same plain, shapeless jeans and pullover polo shirt.

She didn't look up until she reached the top of the stairs and almost ran into me blocking her path.

"Outta my way, Chuck Fuck," she growled through clenched teeth.

She didn't look me in the eyes, but after a split second she slowly inhaled through her nose like she wanted to keep it a secret.

I assumed she was smelling me.

"I said outta my way, Chuck Fuck."

I had forgotten that's the nickname she came up with for me our sophomore year in highschool, probably about the time she discovered the word "fuck" and realized its similarity to 'Chuck'.

That may have been the next to last time she spoke to me, now that I thought about it.

I stepped back and let her pass, but my eyes watched her butt. Even in her loose jeans, I really liked the way she moved.

I wished I'd noticed that before today.

Elise glanced back when she turned to go in her room

"Fucking perv," Elise grumbled before she disappeared into her room and came close to slamming her door.

Her acting ability surprised me.

I went back to my room to get clean clothes before I took a shower.

By the time I was ready, Elise was in the shower, so I waited in my room. If she wanted to pretend we didn't have sex, that she didn't want me, need me, love me, I could go along with it.

####

On my back in bed, I stared at the ceiling, rehashing the night before and the day since. Looking back, the time Elise and I spent having sex seemed like a good investment of our time, at least for me. All day, I felt invigorated, refreshed, like I needed a good fuck and got one. It was definitely good, without question the best one I'd ever had.

Now however, I was tired. She arrived in my room an hour earlier the night before, and my eyes struggled to stay open waiting on her.

I decided it had been an act. An act of a crazy person who actually wanted to taunt me. It reminded me of a grocery store giving free samples hoping the customers would like it enough to buy some, except Elise just wanted me to want more with no intention of letting me have even a little bit more.

I considered taking matters into my own hands, but not going to her. I wanted to beat off, but knew I'd be thinking only of her, and that would be letting her win. I refused to do that.

I grunted, then sighed and rolled to my side. I closed my eyes and relaxed, concentrating on slow, steady breathing.

My eyes popped open and focused on my alarm next to the bed. It read almost two o'clock, almost two hours later than the soft, warm, naked body against my back and the long delicate fingers curled around my quickly hardening cock had arrived last night.

"I love your cock. It always gets so hard, so long and thick, so fast. I think you might like me a little, or at least my pussy that I give you," Elise moaned into my ear. "I know it's not an even trade for the dick you give me, but it's all I have to offer."

I wondered, very, very, briefly, barely at all, if she was just really bad at math or just didn't get the value difference between a one-percenter pussy and a regular dick like me.

My cock throbbed in her hand and a long, silky smooth leg draped itself over my hip.

"You're so manly. How does a girl get so lucky to have a big, strong manly man like you for her brother?"

Her hand started pumping my cock.

"Especially with a cock like yours. I love you, Chuck. You're too good to me."

"Elise... it's so late."

Her hand slid off my cock and she used it and the leg draped over me to roll me to my back.

"Mmhmmmm," she moaned when my head bumped into the back of her throat, then she slowly withdrew until her lips brushed across my head.

"Chuck, fuck, having your cock in my mouth makes me feel special. I could do this all day, every day."

I went back in her mouth and she slowly took my entire length in, then reversed without stopping.

That "Chuck fuck" sounded entirely different from the ones she gave me in the hallway.

"I know you don't like being in my mouth like I like it, but it makes me the happiest girl in the world that you let me suck your wonderful cock."

"You talk a lot during sex."

"Mmmm, Chuck, do you wanna come in my mouth?"

"Elise, it feels good for you to suck me, but I don't want to waste it in your mouth. I want to put it in your pussy."

"I want you to cum in my mouth if you'd like that, Chuck. Whatever you want. I want my brother to be happy."

She finally quit talking and concentrated on sucking me. I tried not think she must have had lots of practice because she was very good at it.

I reached between her legs and slid a finger between her lips.

"You don't have to... to touch me," she groaned, "if you don't... don't... want to."

"I want you to feel good, Elise."

"Is it selfish of me to make you give me your cock?"

Her face had scrunched up into an expression of concentration and pleasure and completely abandoned the task of sucking me, but she continued pumping me in her hand.

"I want to give it to you."

She slobbered out a drool of spit onto my head.

"I know I don't deserve this, Chuck. You're the best to give it to me anyway and even finger me."

"I'm going to fuck you too."

I moved my hand from her pussy to one of her delicate little breasts and gently squeezed.

"Chuck... Chuck, my tits... you've never touched my tits before," she moaned. "You're so good at making me feel... loved."

I put my other hand on her other boob and squeezed it like I was squeezing the first one.

"Your body is perfect, Elise."

"You're doing all of me like you love me, all of me, like I love all of you. I don't deserve you."

I pushed her backwards and gently kissed her with lots of tongue while kneading her tits.

She kissed me back, like she read my mind on how we should kiss.

I got up and moved between her legs on my knees without letting our kiss end.

I sat up and lifted her knees to my chest.

"Fuck me, Chuck," she whispered up at me. Her eyes, wide like she would beg if she needed to, gazed into mine.

"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever imagined."

"Fuck me, Chuck," she begged.

I put her legs over my shoulders and lowered my face to her neck and kissed, nibbled, and licked from one side, under her chin to the other side, then down to a nipple and ran my tongue around it.

"Chuck..." she whined and pushed her boob against my face.

I pulled her nipple a little with my teeth.

"Jeeesusss, Chuck."

Her rapidly rising and falling chest pulled her out of my mouth, so I moved down, across her belly.

Her skin felt exquisite against my lips, so soft and smooth, yet her muscles rippled just beneath it as I progressed slowly downward.

She kept herself in shape. I didn't know that, but I definitely liked it.

Maybe someday she'd be comfortable enough with me to be seen in public running together.

"You don't have to eat..." she started as I approached her pubic hair, but I stopped her short by sliding my tongue along her protruding inner lips.

"Oh god! You're going to eat my pussy! I never dared to even wish..."

I pulled her lips apart with my fingers and flicked her clit with my tongue. She tasted a little sweet and a little tangy.

Elise's fingers gripped handfuls of my hair and pulled me hard against her.

I found her entrance with a finger and pushed inside her while I whipped her clit with my tongue.

Her tightness surprised me. One finger felt like it stretched her.

"Chuck... please, I don't deserve you!"

My finger moved in and out of her and I sucked her clit.

Her hips thrust upward and her hands pulled my hair.

I flattened my tongue and flicked it in and out of my mouth as fast as I could across her button.

"Ffffffffuck..." she hissed, barely a whisper, and her body throbbed and her legs squeezed my head between them.

My hand was drenched and I didn't slow down while she writhed against my face.

"Am I dreaming?" she groaned, and tried weakly to push me away. "St... stop. Please God, stop."

I moved my face away from her, and moved my thumb to her clit. I slowly massaged with my thumb while my finger continued to move in and out of her pussy.

"Please, Chuck, please stop. I came so hard," she breathed out.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other one.

"I love you so much Chuck. I don't deserve you even just fucking me, and you do that to me."

"I do love you Elise, and I want to do that to you."

"Please, please, please, Chuck. Fuck me now. I need your cock inside me. I need your cum inside me."

I pushed her knees to her shoulders, and leaned forward to let my hard cock rest against her spread pussy lips.

"You're so big. My whole body is quivering, it needs you inside me so bad."

I leaned forward and kissed her some more and moved myself along her wet pussy.

"Please fuck me," she whispered and looked up at me.

I couldn't imagine she could be taunting me with her body.

I sat back, and pushed my tip against her entrance, and her body stiffened.

I thrust forward inside her until my head pushed against the bottom of her tight pussy.

"Oh... uhhhhh," she murmured. "It didn't feel like my first time this time. It felt better, like you found your home inside me."

"Honey, I'm home," I chuckled and pulled halfway out then thrust into her slowly.

"Thank you for fucking me, Chuck."

"I love fucking you, Elise."

"Hard, Chuck. Fuck me like you hate me like I deserve."

"Do you think I'm a perv for looking at my sister's butt?"

"Please, Chuck, fuck me hard. Give me your cum. I need it."

She wanted it, so I gave it to her, as hard and as fast as I could.

"Fuck, Chuck, fuck me harder," she whined.

I'm not a girl, so I don't know what it feels like to get fucked like that, but Elise seemed to be liking it. Her face looked like she was having the time of her life.

"Yes, Chuck! Give it to me. Beat me like the cunt I am!"

Elise was getting a little loud. I couldn't imagine the scene if she woke either of our parents and they came to investigate.

I tried to maintain my cadence and cover her mouth with one hand.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she growled. Her hips thrust against mine pounding into her.

Her ankles crossed behind me.

"Fook mah," she growled into my hand and her fingers dug into my ribs.

I somehow managed more speed and force to drive myself even deeper into her.

"Yuuuhhhh!"

"You're too loud, Elise," I whispered, more at her than to her.

"Fook eweww! Fook mahhh!"

Her back arched and her hips bucked. I pounded into her. I could feel my orgasm churning in my groin.

"I'm gonna cum."

Elise seemed too busy twitching and growling into my hand to let that bother her.

I pulled her legs against me and my cock felt like it had to reach inside her into her stomach and then it cut loose with an eruption of cum.

"Eelisssse," I groaned, putting what effort I could into being quiet.

She bit down hard on my hand, and I couldn't even flinch it away from her.

We had to stay locked in that position, my cock impaling her, her hips raised and back arched, and her teeth locked on my hand, for at least five minutes while I pumped gallons of cum into her.

I collapsed onto her, unable to even lift an ounce of me off her body.

I only thought last night had been the best sex ever.

"I liked that, Chuck. Thanks for fucking your sister just like I need. So good," Elise finally whispered.

I gathered what few wits I could find and rolled off my sister.

Elise rolled off the bed and walked out.

"Goodnight, Elise," I whispered into the darkness. "Someday, could you be a normal girl and want to cuddle after sex? Cuddling with that body would be nice."

I didn't really expect an answer.

####

I didn't know exactly which part woke me, but I could distinctly feel several parts touching me. Two boobs, with very stiff nipples flattened against me, one against my side and the other my chest. A very wet tongue circled an ear, a thigh, knee and calf covered with silky soft skin crossed across my leg, and long, deceptively strong, definitely female fingers stroked my cock.

I turned my head and opened my eyes. My clock read two minutes after four. My alarm would be going off in about two hours.

I turned my head toward my sister.

"El..."

She interrupted my statement about the absurdity of wanting sex at four o'clock in the morning when I had to get up for school in two hours, by sticking her tongue down my throat.

"Mmmmm, Chuck, I need your cock. I wanna fuck. Can we? Do you mind much?" she whispered against my mouth, then pulled me on top of her.

"Elise..."

She interrupted again with more of her tongue dancing with my tonsils.

She wiggled her hips against my turgid cock trapped between our patches of pubic hair.

"I know I'm not your favorite thing to do, but I need it so bad. Please fuck me, Chuck."

I figured I was awake and had nothing and nobody better to do, like a better girl to do even existed, so I reached between us and guided myself to and inside her drenched pussy.

Three nights in a row definitely indicated she had no intention of just taunting me with her body.

"No foreplay, Elise? You seem like a higher maintenance kinda girl than that."

"I love your cock. I need your cock. You don't care, but please please give it to me even when I don't deserve it," she whined so I started to thrust into her.

"I love you, your body, your pussy and more than anything, fucking you," I whispered before I kissed her.

"I love your kisses too," she giggled between kisses.

She put the bottoms of both her feet on the backs of my thighs and slowly rubbed them up and down my legs from thigh to calf and back.

It felt amazing. Even the soles of her feet felt like hot silk against my skin. I loved that my sister had mile long legs.

"You make me feel so good, Elise. Nobody is better than you."

"I can't get enough of your cock. Don't pull out. Never pull out. I need all your cum. I wish I got all your cum but I'll settle for what you have left for me."

"You get all my cum now."

"Please, Chuck, never get bored with me."

She pushed me off her, then quickly got on her hands and knees.

"I hear guys like doing it from behind," she groaned and wiggled her butt.

I quickly moved behind her and rested my cock in her crack.

I had to pause for a good look at her gorgeous butt. Even her asshole was pretty. Even my dick looked better with her butt.

I rubbed my cock the length of her crack.

"Please Chuck, put it in me. I miss you inside me."

"Do you want it in your butt, Elise?"

"Chuck, put it in me! I need it!"

I grabbed a cheek with reach hand and spread them apart and leaned back a little.

Her pussy gaped at me, like it needed something to fill it. She hadn't answered my question, so I drove my cock into her pussy until my hips rocked her forward.

I figured she'd tell me if I made the wrong choice of holes.

"God, Chuck! You fill me perfect like this!"

I grabbed a hip in each hand and started moving her on my shaft inside her.

"Yes yes yes. Fuck me. Use me. Make me cum and give me all your cum," she groaned.

I leaned forward a little and pushed her face down into the pillow. If she'd give me a chance to talk to her without having my cock inside her, I could explain the danger of waking anyone else in the house.

She didn't even struggle.

I released her and used both hands to rock her on me.

"Play with your clit, Elise."

She didn't.

I stopped, and she turned her head to the side.

"Please, Chuck, fuck me, I need it."

I leaned forward and moved her hand from beside her head to the juncture of my cock and her pussy.

"You want me to help you? Anything for my Chuck."

I began thrusting into her again.

"Rub your clit for me, Elise. Cum for me on my cock."

Her eyes were closed and she grimaced with each thrust.

I could feel her fingers move against my cock.

I almost couldn't stand the silence, so I pushed her hips sideways to the bed and slid my knees forward, one in front of my sister and one behind and pushed hard as far inside her as I could reach.

"Oh Chuck! Fuck! So, so good like this! Fuck fuck fuck me!"

I didn't stop pounding my cock into her, but quickly clamped my hand over her mouth.

"Shhh! You're gonna wake everybody up," I growled at her.

"I like this... I like every way you fuck me," Elise groaned into my hand.

"Can you like it quieter?"

"Cum, Chuck. Please cum."

"I'll fuck you however and whenever you want, but you need to fuck quieter, Elise."

"Chuck, I'm about... please cum with me," she whined, barely a whisper.

She pulled the leg in front of her to her chest and those toes curled.

"Cum cum, Chuck cum!"

Her pussy clamped down, then quivered and clamped down again.

"Fuck... me," she hissed.

I thrust inside her and my orgasm joined hers to pump my heart into her.

She turned her face toward me, as much as she could in that position.

"I love you, Chuck. I love you and how you fuck me like you love me as much as I love you."

She raised the leg in front of her and put that foot in the middle of my chest and pushed.

I fell backwards onto the bed and watched her crawl off the bed. At the door, she bent down to pick up something, then slipped her legs into a pair of panties.

"Goodnight, Elise."

I glanced at my clock.

"Morning, I mean."

She pulled the straps of her thong up at her sides and let it snap back in place, then closed the door behind her.

"You're a great lay, by the way," I called to her through the door, almost louder than I thought was prudent.

"You're more than a lay. You're my sister."

I knew she wouldn't hear me, but I wanted to say it anyway.

####

I thought I struggled to concentrate on homework over the weekend because my sister constantly crept into my thoughts.

That was a walk in the park compared to the distraction she gave me at school all day Monday.

I felt like everybody I passed or sat in class with could tell that I had lots and lots of sex with my sister over the weekend, and I hoped they'd know Elise is my sister so they could be jealous as hell of me.

I made it through the day, somehow, and as usual on Mondays, I passed James on my way to my car and he was on his way to a class.

We fist bumped.

"Hey dude! How's it hanging? Good weekend?"

"You know, an inch or two past my knees and a little to the right. Worked on school stuff all weekend."

I wanted to casually add "Elise had sex with me three fucking times!" but I managed to keep that to myself.

I knew without a doubt he'd be jealous, and maybe a little pissed off that she never even let him get to first base.

"You wish. We both know it barely reaches your knees."

"Don't tell anybody. It'd ruin my rep," I laughed.

"How's Elise doing?"

He always asked about her. I believed his crush on her had never actually gone away.

"She's probably still Elise," I shrugged instead of saying how I really thought she was doing, which would be me.

He didn't ask who though; he asked how.

"Gotta go. Tell her I said 'hey'."

"I'll do that the first Tuesday of next never, when I expect to talk to her next."

"She's gonna realize you're a great guy one day, dude."

I waved over my shoulder and shrugged.

Maybe she realized already, and that's why she literally jumped into bed with me.

Maybe if she ever talks to me when we're not fucking, I can ask her.

####

I quickly rolled over and shut my alarm off, then stared at my clock.

I relaxed onto my back a second before raising my head and looking under the blankets at my hard, more than morning wood erection.

I was hard because, well, morning, and I hadn't put it inside my sister during the night.

I groaned, mostly because I missed Elise. Actually missed her, and not just having sex with her. I missed having sex with her too, of course.

She hadn't been home last night when I went to bed, and I hoped, really hoped, she was okay.

I got up and looked at the front of her car in the driveway. That was all I could see of it from my window, but it was enough to tell me she got home last night.

My door latched behind me, so I turned around.

Elise was lowering the spaghetti straps of a silky nightgown off her shoulders, looking at the floor.

Her nightgown pooled around her feet and she stepped out of it, completely naked, then looked up at me.

I had never seen her naked in the daylight, but the sun was up outside because it was six thirty in the morning. I almost couldn't believe how perfect she looked in the daylight.

"Elise, Mom and Dad are up."

"Do you think I'm pretty, Chuck?"

"Yes, but Mom and Dad are awake."

"Am I pretty enough to want? I mean really want and not just fuck because I'm here and want it."

"Elise, you're gorgeous, and a man would need to be a total idiot or a flaming homosexual to not want you, but we can't. Mom and Dad are out of bed."

"You're not an idiot or flaming homosexual are you?"

She slowly crossed the distance between us.

"No, but, Mom, Dad, our parents, will hear if we do it now."

I was whispering. She was not, but she dropped to her knees and stuffed my hard cock into her mouth. That shut her up.

I groaned and slowly leaned back against the window behind me. It was that or collapse in a pile on the floor.

Elise choked on my cock in the back of her throat, but instead of withdrawing, she wiggled her head on me, then withdrew only enough to stop choking for a second before choking herself some more.

She mostly withdrew and her pale blue eyes found my eyes.

Her eyes were rimmed in red, and her chin and cheeks glistened with her saliva and a few strings of it hung off her chin.

"I love you, Chuck. I really love you. I need to suck your cock to make you happy. I know that now, and I'm sorry I haven't done that for you before."

My cock had spent enough time in her mouth to make me happy, but, well, crazy sister, and I'd need to be crazy to correct her. If she needed to suck my cock, who am I to try to change her mind?

She engulfed me in her hot, drooling mouth again, then cupped my balls in both hands while her tongue lapped around my glans.

"Elise I love you sucking my cock," I whispered, "but we need to hurry so I can get to class and Mom and Dad don't hear us."

I saw no point in trying to stop her. She seemed determined, and what guy would want to stop a gorgeous woman, even his sister, when she was sucking his dick?

She totally ignored me and started quickly bobbing her head on me.

My sister is absolutely the best cock sucker I'd ever experienced, and I mean that with the utmost respect for her as a woman.

"Elise, you suck... you're the best."

She paused and looked up into my eyes.

Her eyes may have never looked so blue.

"You can call me a cock sucking slut, if you want. I don't deserve nice from you. I'm such a cunt."

Maybe that was her apologizing for how she treated me. I'd take it as that since for me, it was close enough.

She put me back in her mouth and went back to bobbing with deep strokes and gently massaged my balls.

"You don't need to apologize for being a cunt since you're the best cock sucking slut ever, Elise."

She didn't let what I said interrupt her, and sped up a little.

Between her hands stroking my balls and her mouth and throat swallowing my cock, I knew I would be cumming if I didn't do something.

We didn't really need to be in that much of a hurry.

I put my hands on the sides of her head and tried to guide her to slow down.

She ignored me, so I grabbed handfuls of her soft, wavy hair.

She still ignored me, so I pulled her hair back.

She fought me.

"Pull my hair, Chuck," she spat out with barely a pause.

I pulled her hair away from me hard.

She thrust her face against me, driving my cock into her throat, and she gagged hard just as I came.

She pushed herself against me hard and held while I pumped cum directly into her belly, and she gagged and choked until I was done.

"Elise, that was amazing. You're..."

"I love you Chuck. I can't even imagine a better cock, or brother. I don't deserve you."

She stood up and kissed me without even wiping the mixture off her saliva and my cum off her face, then turned and strutted out of my room, like she knew I was looking at her bare butt and she wanted to make sure I enjoyed the show.

She left her nightgown on the floor, and it smelled like her, too.

####

"You okay, Chuck?"

"I'm fine, Mom. Why do you ask?"

I was filling my travel mug with coffee, like I did every morning on my way to class, but Elise wanting to give me an amazing blow job had me running late.

"I don't know what set her off, and that doesn't matter, but you shouldn't let her mouth bother you."

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn't hear what Elise was saying to you, but I could hear her, and it sounded heated."

First, her mouth didn't bother me, but exactly the opposite, and what she said to me was about as hot as a sister can be, so Mom was right on that point.

I didn't think any of that was what Mom meant though.

I hoped it wasn't anyway.

"I like it so much better when she just doesn't talk to you at all if she's going to talk like that."

I thought that too, but it's so much better when she talks. She's so good at talking dirty, I thought to myself, but again, I didn't think that's what Mom meant.

"I'm fine, Mom. It was nothing. I almost forgot about it already."

"Well, have a good day."

####

I learned what Elise liked, at least what she liked me to do to her, which was everything I wanted, and what she didn't like me to do, which seemed to be nothing.

I also learned her schedule had no rhyme or reason to it. None that I could decipher anyway.

Besides those things, I didn't know my sister any better after two and a half months of her coming to my room, at some point, any point, during the night, every night, and demanding sex like she couldn't just not even say anything and I'd give her all the sex she could possibly want, or do the best I could do anyway.

I gave up trying to convince her she didn't need to convince me. I felt a little bad that she thought she didn't deserve it. Telling her she deserved me just sounded, well, stuck up.

Today though, the third morning in a row she hadn't come to my room during the night, I worried.

I missed her. I missed her smell. I missed her voice. I missed her body against mine. I missed the way she liked what we did together.

Her car had been there, in the drive, but there was no sign it had moved.

I never heard anything from her room.

"Mom, Elise's car hasn't moved in three days," I informed her in the kitchen while I poured my coffee to take to class with me.

"Yeah."

That wasn't much of an answer, and I'd already used everything I could think of to get an answer without sounding uncharacteristically interested in my sister's whereabouts.

"Is it broke down?"

"Elise is... she wasn't feeling... she needed a rest, to get away, so she went... she'll be back on Monday."

Mom knew something, more than she was telling me, and Elise would be gone wherever she went for a full week.

"She's okay then?"

"You're so sweet to ask about somebody that refuses to even talk civilly to you."

I shrugged.

"She'll be... back on Monday."

Mom wouldn't look at me and she seemed tense.

The whole conversation didn't do anything for me as far as easing my mind, but I felt like I'd gone as far as I could without admitting I missed my sister. The red flags and flashing lights that would make was something I thought I should avoid, considering the facts of why I missed her.

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Monday, I spent the day wishing time didn't crawl. Elise's car was still parked in the drive when I left in the morning. I knew it was silly to expect her home before I left for school, but that didn't help.

I hurried home after my last class of the day. Elise's car still hadn't moved, but Mom and Dad's cars were both in the garage.

They usually didn't get home until after six.

Inside, in the kitchen, the house seemed quiet, like nobody was home, so I headed for the stairs to my room. I was going to throw caution to the wind and go in Elise's room to see her, someplace I hadn't been since we were four.

I stopped just inside the living room. Mom and Dad were there, sitting on the couch. Stan was there too, sitting in a side chair. The person sitting on the love with their back to me had beautiful, wavy, golden brown hair, so I assumed Elise made it home.

Mom stood up immediately and smiled at me.

"We're going out for dinner and a movie."

I was surprised. I couldn't remember the last time all of us, the whole family, went anywhere together.

"Elise and you have to talk, Chuck, so the rest of us will be back by eleven," Dad explained after he stood up.

To me, that sounded a little terrifying.

Mom and Dad started for the back door, but Stan just sat there, smirking at me.

"Stan, let's go," Dad ordered.

"Cya, Chuck... wouldn't wanna... know what? I would kinda like to be ya this one time."

He glanced at Elise before he followed Mom and Dad, so I looked at Elise.

She was standing now, smiling at me.

She blushed and looked away as soon as our eyes met.

She looked beautiful in her navy blue dress with small, white, flower blossoms all over it. The silver chain belt cinched around her narrow waist emphasized her perfect figure, the hem stopped just above her pretty bare knees, and the neckline revealed just enough of her chest to avoid revealing more than the perfect amount of skin. She looked like one of those women in an airbrushed, touched up, glossy, artsy magazine, without needing the airbrushing or touching up. Tonight, undeniably, she was in the top one percent of beautiful women.

She smoothed her dress along the back of her legs as she sat down, and the loose neckline fell away enough to give me a quick glimpse of her perfect breasts inside, covered by a lacy white bra.

She patted the spot next to her. Her fingernails matched her dress, right down to the white, flower blossom in the center of each one.

"Sit down with me, Chuck. Please?"

Her sky blue eyes smiled at me and my heart wanted to jump out of my chest and hug her.

I sat down next to her, and she crossed her legs and turned just enough that her knee under her other leg touched my knee, then she brushed her hair back off one shoulder.

I noticed she had black, stiletto heels on her feet when she gracefully crossed her bare legs.

I felt underdressed in my basketball shorts, tee shirt, and basketball hightops.

"Are you okay Elise? You've been gone."

"I'm... um... Chuck..." she hoarsely whispered.

Her eyes filled a little before she turned her face away from me.

My blood ran ice cold in my veins.

"Are you dying?" I barely whispered.

That was the only thing I could think. She was gone for a week, Mom wouldn't tell me where, she refused to say Elise was fine, and now our parents said we needed to talk.

She was dying and wanted to tell me herself, by herself.

She turned to look at me. Tears streamed down her face, but the brilliance of her smile told me I had to be wrong. I hoped I was.

"That, the way you're looking at me right now, like you're terrified that I'm dying, is one of the biggest reasons I love you so much, and hate you so much."

She leaned toward me, still crying, and cupped my cheeks with both hands and kissed me, on the lips, kind of hard, kind of soft, and her lips almost opened but didn't.

It lasted long enough to take my breath away.

"You hate me and kissed me?"

"You're surprised that I hate you, but not that I love you? Really? That surprises me."

If Elise had any particularly special talent besides in bed and being beautiful, it was keeping me off balance, so I back pedaled.

"You're not dying?"

"The rumors of my imminent demise are greatly exaggerated. I'm far from fine though, but I think I may get there someday. You're going to need to help me though."

"Rumors? What rumors?"

"Chuck... Chuck," she giggled, "I've watched, from afar, but I still watched you talk your way into girls' pants, so I know you have a sense of humor, and very few other useful tools for getting in a girl's pants besides your kindness, honesty, and drop dead, stunning good looks."

I probably looked confused. This was a whole new side of my sister. We might have been having an adult conversation without my penis in her vagina.

"That was a joke, your lack of skills, but not you seducing other girls while I watched, but no, I'm not dying."

"But you're not fine? Are you sick?"

"Like in 'sick and twisted'? Maybe. That's yet to be seen, but maybe that's something you can help me figure out, just you and me."

I didn't think she really answered my question, so I plowed ahead, probably clumsily.

"What's wrong with you?"

"So, so, so many things, and we only have until eleven, and there's so many other things we need to talk about."

"Please, Elise, were you in the hospital or what? What did they find?"

"I hoped you still cared about me, even with how horrible I've been to you. You do, and I hate you for that almost as much as I love you for that."

"You hate me and love me for caring about you? That sounds, umm..."

"Crazy? Yeah, a little. Maybe I should start from the beginning. I haven't had time to really plan this, so be patient with me.

"The day it started, way back when, I was..."

"Almost five and I was barely four?"

She grinned and nodded. Her tears had almost dried up.

"That's a gracious way of putting it. I was gonna say that we were both four, but I like your way better. You remember that day too?"

"The day I lost my sister? Of course I remember it."

She nodded again and looked at the floor.

"I was four. So young and so stupid. My therapist says just because a trauma is unreasonable doesn't mean it's not real."

"You have a therapist? You mean, like a shrink?"

"Exactly like a shrink, and I have one now, for a week so far, but I've seen her twice every day during that week."

"You were in the hospital, the, umm..."

"Behavioral Health Center, and that day was traumatic, because I made it traumatic."

She wouldn't look at me, but slowly shook her head.

"We coulda been so good, Chuck. I wish I'd seen how much fun it would be having my brother, my 'twin' brother in my class, but I couldn't see that, so I hated you for it."

"You were four, Elise..."

"Somebody should have told me, but I can't blame anyone, but I did. I lost my brother, my best friend that day, and some part of me knew I was wrong. That's the worst part, that I probably knew, and that's what made it so bad... fucked me up so bad."

"I hated you, Chuck, and you just took it. You never complained, you never tried to get back at me, you never did anything, and I hated you for that even."

Elise wiped her cheeks and eyes, then almost looked at me.

"I'm getting lost a little. There's more I need to tell you for it to all make sense.

"Even as a little girl, I never slept very good. Most nights I'd lay awake most of it, then struggle to stay awake in school. When I did manage to sleep, I had these dreams... these wonderful, terrifying dreams that I only barely remembered, and only flashes of, and I blamed those on you too.

"Even the nights I could sleep, those were wonderful, but I still had the dreams and I still didn't really remember them. I just knew I had them.

"I tried to be normal. I didn't complain. I thought everybody had dreams and didn't talk about them.

"My dreams and barely sleeping for weeks at a time just made the trauma of my little brother making me share my class and classmates with him worse."

"I didn't..."

"I know, Chuck, you didn't do it on purpose."

"I was going to say I didn't know."

Elise laughed, which surprised me.

"Of course you were going to say that. That's what a good person would say. A good person would let me blame them even if it's not their fault if it would make me feel better. I hate... hated you for being a good person.

"Of course, when we got older, I loved you because you're a good person, a good person to me even when I didn't deserve it even a little bit. I didn't deserve it because I hated you for that too, both that I didn't deserve it and because you're a good person, something I felt like I could never be, because I hated you."

There was that deserve thing.

"We were in seventh grade, and I wanted to be normal, I guess I was being normal, for a girl my age, and I wanted a boyfriend like all the other girls. I had to do it right though. I wanted only the best, so I made a list. Kind, smart, funny, nice to people... the perfect boyfriend, as far as a seventh grade girls knows anyway.

"When I was done with my list, and checked it over and over to make sure I had it right and didn't leave anything I thought I needed off, I checked out the boys to choose the best one to be my first boyfriend.

"I hated you because you were the only one who checked off all my boxes, and that was the first thing ever that I loved you for.

"My own brother was my perfect boyfriend. I was furious. And madly in love.

"I couldn't tell anyone though, and I couldn't very well ask you to be my boyfriend, could I?"

"Yeah, that would have been awkward."

"Yeah. Can you imagine me going up to you and saying anything that wasn't hateful in seventh grade, let alone asking you to be my boyfriend?"

"I would have been so embarrassed."

"You would have liked it," she giggled and blushed.

"That's for sure! I'm not an idiot, and the prettiest girl in the world asking me to be her boyfriend would have been the highlight of my life even when she's my sister."

"You thought I was the prettiest girl in the world?"

"Not exactly. I still think that."

"That might be the first thing you've ever done that I don't hate you for at all, but only love you for."

"Is that progress?"

"I had a feeling you could help me."

"What else can I do to help you?"

"Well, finding out my brother is the love of my life was pretty traumatic, and to be honest, that's probably about as normal as I could be at that point. Those wonderful, horrifying dreams continued to wake me up at night, and I still couldn't remember them, but I finally knew who they were about.

"I didn't sleep, I dreamed. I tried to change my list, but my dreams wouldn't let me. Then you graduated from high school before me. My little brother graduated before me..."

"By like five seconds. A clerical issue that nobody else would ever notice now."

"It didn't matter to me. You walked across that stage before me for the whole world to see. I hated you for that, and almost didn't love you even a little bit more for that."

"Sorry?"

Elise giggled and blushed again.

"You don't have to try to make me love you, Chuck."

"I know..."

"You're just being you and can't help it?" Elise laughed.

"I guess."

"Anyway, we're almost to how I ended up in the psych ward."

"Behavioral Health Center," I corrected her.

Elise grinned at me, then continued.

"Then you told me you'd be graduating... a full year early. Not only was I furious and I hated you more for that than anything else, ever, I had to mentally put a few dozen new checkmarks on my list next to almost everything I needed on that list, and they all went next to your name.

"There was no turning back. I would always end up a year behind my little brother in school, and I knew I could never, ever get over... loving you."

"Elise..."

"No Chuck. It gets worse, so much worse. My dreams changed. I still didn't remember them, but I was waking up sweating, my body exhausted like I'd run a marathon. I'd wake up naked and the clothes I went to bed in disappearing, just to find them later in the bathroom and I knew for a fact I had looked in there for them. I felt like I couldn't trust anything to be real."

That was me. I knew that. When she left clothes in my room, I'd put them in our bathroom when I got home from school after I inhaled all her smell off them to get me through the day until she came to visit me again.

I wasn't ready to admit that, especially with her thinking she was going crazy.

"I woke Mom up. She insisted on taking me to the emergency room. I didn't even need to explain. I couldn't even explain. I was bawling my eyes out, I could barely breathe, walk or talk. I was almost, probably totally out of my mind.

"They tried to talk to me in the emergency room, but gave up pretty quick to get a psych consult.

"I don't remember much of that first few hours, after they sedated me. I actually slept, like ten hours. Maybe the first time in my life, I slept, dream free.

"The doctors found out why, all the reasons for all of it, even why and how my dreams changed.

"Do you know about circadian rhythms?"

"Sleep cycles?"

"Yeah, close enough. People, normal people, their circadian rhythms are twenty-four hours. I have a Circadian Rhythm Disorder. Mine is twenty-six hours, so my body almost never wants to sleep at the right time. The time it wants to sleep moves forward two hours every day, so my natural sleep time is a moving target.

"Never sleeping when I should, on a twenty-six hour schedule, screws with my mind, and I dream. That's how my mind copes with the lack of sleep. My PTSD makes those dreams about my trauma, my little brother and how much I hate... love him."

"You have, ummm, sex dreams about... us?"

"I thought I was a virgin. They did a physical exam first, to see if there was a physical... or chemical problem to cause my hallucinations. That's what they called them, until they found, well indications...

"I have two sleep disorders. My circadian rhythm is fucked, and because of that I have, umm, parasomnia. They have a special word for mine -- Sexsomnia."

The way she pronounced that -- sectsomnia -- made me think it was religious or something.

"I never heard of that. What's..."

"It means they think I have... no. They know I have...

She paused, like she was deciding what topic to talk about, again.

"Mom and Dad asked me to move out, Chuck."

"What? They want you to move out when... because you're sick?"

"They're worried about Stan."

"What does he have to do with this?"

"I agreed, with one stipulation."

"You agreed? So you think that's best?"

"I agreed. It might be best, since they agreed to my stipulation."

"What stipulation? That they'll pay for a place for you?"

"No, Chuck. They agreed to let you move with me. I hope you don't mind, but under the circumstances, I assumed you wouldn't mind."

It's not that I minded, but at the moment, all I could see was red. How could our parents put her out when she just today got out of the hospital?

"Elise, they can't put you out!"

"Chuck, I've got to ask you something. Then maybe you'll understand."

"Okay, but it's just cruel to put you out because you're sick."

"How sick exactly, I don't know, but maybe the answer to my question will shed light on that."

"What question? Ask, but I'm pissed at them, and I don't think there's anything you can ask that will change that."

"In my dreams, they aren't just dreams anymore, I have sex. So, they know I have sleep sex without even knowing it, and Mom and Dad worry that I'll have sleep sex with Stan, but so far I've... I think I've only..."

Elise shook her head like she wanted to deny what she was saying, or shake something out of her brain.

"Chuck, are you the father of the baby I'm carrying?"

I felt my eyes stretch and my mouth freeze, half open.

I forced myself to breath.

"Yeah that's kind of what I thought. Um, I mean hoped ."

"You're pregnant?"

"Until Tuesday when I was aware enough to talk about it, I thought I was a virgin, but my dreams, or hallucinations, weren't dreams or hallucinations, were they, Chuck?"

"Elise..."

"It's okay Chuck. How could it not be okay? Did I always come to you? They said I probably sought you out."

"Yes," I acknowledged sheepishly.

"Did we just do it once? How many times? It had to be more than once. I'm ten weeks pregnant, but I had sex within a couple hours of going into the hospital."

"You were a virgin, Elise?"

"Who else would I do it with? You're my perfect man. Nobody else even came close to checking all my boxes. Based on how I felt, what my body felt when I woke up from my dreams that weren't even dreams at all, you checked more than my boxes, and checked everything so fucking good," she giggled.

"You came in my room every night after the first time like two and a half months ago."

She smiled her best, brilliant smile at me.

"That makes sense, since I'm ten weeks pregnant. My big stud brother probably knocked me up our, my first time."

She seemed to be thinking pretty hard about something.

"I came to you almost every night?"

"I didn't say 'almost'."

"I wanted sex every night? You were okay with that?"

"Seriously, have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately?"

"You're such a smooth talker, but how could you keep it a secret?"

"I had to cover your mouth most nights to keep from waking up the neighborhood."

"I like it that much?"

I reached a hand to the side of her face and caressed her cheek, then moved my hand into her long, soft hair.

"Maybe you need proof?"

Her cheeks turned bright red and she looked away from me.

"Chuck, I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what?"

"A far as I know, I'm a virgin. I don't remember my first, or second, or seventieth time. I don't remember any of the times in between. I don't remember any guy even seeing me almost naked, let alone as naked as I found myself after my dreams."

"But you're not a virgin, and I've seen all of your naked body."

"I don't know that. Other than being pregnant, I don't think anything can convince me I've done it before. What if it's not as good as in my dreams? What if I'm not as good as I think I wanna be? What if I disappoint you? What if I don't even know how to do it, right or wrong? All the things girls who've never had sex are afraid of are what I'm afraid of.

"I have lots of things to be afraid of Chuck. Especially worrying is whatever magic trick you did to make my clothes disappear for a whole day or more then reappear in our bathroom."

"That. Yeah, that was me. I loved how your clothes smelled just like you, so I kept them to smell later whenever you left them in my room."

"Let's make a deal, Chuck. You don't steal my clothes, even in the middle of the night, and I'll let you smell me, whichever of my parts you want to smell, anytime you want. With or without the clothes on you want to steal."

"You drive a hard bargain, but it's an offer I can't refuse."

"Is it hard though? Do I make it hard?"

I could hardly recognize her, she was blushing so hard, but I recognized the attitude, from her 'dreams'.

"No matter how hard you made it in your dreams, it's at least that hard now. I think you won't be disappointed, not with that anyway."

She leaned forward to put her lips on my ear.

"If I don't get out of it soon, I'm going to ruin my dress because I'm so wet. I couldn't bring myself to put on panties for this conversation."

She smiled at me before she stood up and held her hand out to me.

"Let's change this up. I don't remember it, but you might be bored only doing it in your room. I want you to make love to me in my room, my bed. I want my first time to be on my terms, and territory. I think any girl deserves that much from her brother, and I want you to remember us together in there, because we have to start sleeping somewhere else tonight. You know, to protect our little brother's psyche from his sick and twisted, pervert sister."

I stood up and took her hand.

"It can be very damaging to a little brother to have his older sister come to his room unrelentingly demanding he service her every sexual whim for months."

"I wouldn't know. I've never been involved in anything like that. Not that I know of for sure anyway, but you seem unscathed."

"If you only knew the scathings you gave me."

We were naked before we got half-way up the stairs. I'd never thought of sex on the steps, but it was almost perfect with her sitting on the top step with her mile long legs wrapped around me while I stood two steps below, kissing her, fondling her perfect tits, and slowly driving my hard cock into her hot, wet pussy.

Obviously, Elise wasn't nearly the high maintenance girl I gave her credit for. She didn't need any foreplay at all, at least for her first time that she knew of, to thoroughly enjoy herself, and me.

I lost count of her orgasms, and only briefly worried the neighbors would hear. I decided I didn't care.

Once again, the thought of birth control never entered my mind. She couldn't get pregnant since she already carried my baby inside her.

When I finished, inside her, and not just because she was begging for it but because I knew that's what she liked, I collapsed onto the step, beside her.

Elise draped her legs across mine and pulled her body to mine.

"Yep. I hate you for letting me sleep through that so many times," she giggled.

"You still hate me?"

"Only a little, for things like that. I missed so much, it's hard not to hate such a perfect guy who got to feel all the love I have for him and I don't even get to remember it."

I pushed her legs off me, stood up, and picked her up with an arm around her waist and the other under her knees.

"Are you taking me to my room to ravage this poor, former virgin some more?"

"Unless you come up with a better plan before we get there," I told her while I took the four steps to her door, then stepped inside.

"You didn't even give me a chance to think about it!"

"I know what you want. You've demanded it from me enough times."

"I'm like that? I don't want to be like that."

I put her on her bed and kissed her.

"I like it. There's never a question of what you want to make you happy."

"Did I ever want you to cum in my mouth? Do I even know how to suck dick? This is so hard. I don't even know what I know how to do or what I like."

"You've never sucked dick that you know of?"

"Only in my dreams, and that was always yours. I've never even kissed... ummm..."

"You kissed James."

"I didn't say I didn't."

"You started to."

"Yeah, but I almost forgot that. I never did anything else with him."

"I know. He told me."

"Chuck! You let him tell you about what he did to your sister! And you say I'm sick!"

"First, you two never did anything, and second, I never said you're sick."

"You did! I specifically remember you saying how cruel it is for our parents to put us out when I'm sick."

"You agree then. You wouldn't even let James feel up your boobs."

"My boobs are my business, and he doesn't even get to think about them!"

"Everybody that sees you thinks about them."

"They do not!" she whispered with a grin and blush.

"They think about them like this."

I cupped one of her perfect tits and squeezed just a little bit.

"So not fair," she moaned. "You already know all my buttons."

"Beautiful boobs are pretty obvious buttons."

She grabbed my hand, the one not squeezing a boob yet, shoved a finger into her mouth and started sucking while her eyes rolled back, then closed.

"You know how to suck dick, Elise. You even wanted me to call you a cock sucking slut."

"Mmmm, so I'm good at it?" she moaned before sucking on my finger some more.

"You were good at it the first time you did it."

"Maybe I learned in my dreams, when they were only dreams."

Her eyes opened wide and she pulled my finger out of her mouth.

"They were only dreams before, you know, like before ten weeks ago? Right? We... I never... when we were kids?"

"You mean when you only hated me?"

"Or when I discovered you're the perfect boyfriend?"

"When you only mostly just hated me?"

"Yeah, we didn't... I mean, I didn't, did I?"

"No. You made sure I knew you only hated me until ten weeks ago."

"Well that's disappointing," Elise giggled and looked at my rock hard cock, still a little damp from being inside my sister on the steps.

"Do you want me to suck your cock for you? I want to, but I still don't really feel like I deserve to ask you for any favors since you're a good person and I'm just working on it."

"The prettiest girl in the world could never be doing any guy, living or dead or yet to be born, a favor by sucking his dick. It's the guy that would be getting the favor."

"Which girl are you talking about?"

"You're fishing for a compliment, but I don't even care. You. You're the prettiest girl in the world, and that's not just my opinion. You've already broken more hearts than the average girl even meets her whole life."

"That's not even true, Chuck. I hardly ever even get asked out to break their heart by saying no because they don't check all my boxes."

"You're too beautiful to ask out. The only guys brave enough to ask are the stuck up bastards too stupid to know they don't deserve you and you'd say no to anyway. Nobody actually deserves you."

"That's not even a thing," she retorted.

"Don't think you can distract me from getting you to suck my cock."

"Do you promise I'm good at it?"

"I swear to God, you're the best cock sucker I've ever met."

"What ever would make you think that telling your sister you've gotten your cock sucked by other girls is a good idea?"

"My beautiful sister is a perfectionist. She couldn't live with herself unless she is the best at something, anything, even being a cock sucker."

"So I'm not the best yet?"

"I didn't say that, but you could very easily prove you are."

"You're daring me to suck your cock? C'mere, and bring that huge cock with you."

I moved forward and her eyes stretched a little.

"I don't know if cocks terrify all girls that haven't had one in their mouth yet, but yours is pretty scary. I'm glad I didn't really get a good look at it before you put it inside me."

"Try it. You like it."

She giggled and looked up at me with those sky blue eyes and I fell a little more in love with her.

I couldn't even begin to describe how happy I was that she's wasn't dying.

"As much sex as you claim I've had and I don't remember any of it, it's weird."

"Elise, I promise, I'm patient. You can go as slow or fast as you need to."

"Shouldn't I go the speed that feels best to you? I mean, isn't the point of a blow job for the guy to blow his load in the girl's mouth?"

She lifted my cock with a finger and her tongue stretched out to tentatively touch my frenulum.

My cock lifted a little on its own.

"Oh! It's ali-i-ive!" she squealed.

"You can keep it from moving by putting it in your mouth."

"Who said I needed to keep it from moving? It felt like a fire hose in my pussy when you filled me with cum. I liked it."

"You loved it, but you can get it to feel like a fire hose again if you put it in your mouth."

"Should I put it in my mouth or..."

She lifted me straight up with her finger and the tip of her tongue traced the length of the bulge along the bottom from the base to the tip.

I couldn't even watch her tongue because her sky blue eyes never left mine and demanded my attention.

"Jesus, Elise," I groaned.

"Or maybe..."

She skimmed around the rim of my glans and made successively smaller circles until she reached my pee hole, then licked my head like a lollipop, still looking directly in my eyes.

"Is that right, Chuck?"

"Fuck, Elise..."

"Maybe I could try..."

She leaned forward and sucked one ball into her mouth and slowly pulled it back out. Her eyes closed and she looked like she was enjoying the best thing she had ever tasted.

"Is that part of it? Should I suck your balls too? Is that a thing? I really don't know what I'm doing."

"Suck whatever you want, Elise! God damn."

"It sounds like you think I know what I'm doing. Should I stop since I proved my point."

She didn't even wait for an answer before she plunged down my length and she choked herself before quickly moving almost off me just to plunge herself on me again.

She repeated and repeated.

"Good God, Elise, I want to cum in your pussy."

She lay back and pulled me down onto her by my neck.

"Put it in me, Chuck. Someday I want you to cum in my mouth, but right now I need you to fuck me. Don't pull out. You already knocked me up, and we can discuss having a conversation about thinking about maybe deciding something about birth control later, after our baby is born.

"I might have promised Mom and Dad we wouldn't have any more babies, but I might have lied a little."

She guided me to her pussy and wrapped those glorious, world-class legs around me before I even got inside her a little, then forced me as far inside as I could reach by squeezing me with those beautiful legs.

"This is what I'm talking about Chuck. This is what I expected from what little I remember about my dreams."

I kissed her hard, then stopped.

"Mom and Dad know?"

Elise shrugged, like it didn't matter.

"They know it's my baby?"

"Yeah, that's why they agreed to let you leave with me. I'll need help, not just with getting better, but raising my baby, and since you're the dad, it should be you sleeping with me, with our baby, every night. They gave me meds to get me to sleep at night, and eventually my dreams should be less frequent."

"Stan? Does Stan know?"

Elise shrugged again before answering.

"That's why he said he kinda wishes he was you this one time. I think he might have a fourteen year-old crush on me a little, and now he's jealous of you."

"So everybody knows, and everybody is fine with it?"

"That's why I had to lie... um promise we wouldn't have more babies. They're not really fine with it, but they can't really blame either of us. You didn't make me, or even talk me into it, and I still don't know for sure it really even happened even though I feel like I would die without you in my bed. What are they gonna do? Nobody to blame, but we're still having a baby, and living together, and having lots and lots of chances to accidentally on purpose make more babies.

"My shrink told them it would be more trauma for me to separate us at this point."

"They're not fine with it, but accept it?"

"Yeah. You know your cock is just sitting there inside of me, right?"

I looked down.

"Um, yeah."

"I like you just being inside me, but I'd really love it if you actually fuck me with it. I kinda understand me needing it at a bare minimum each and every day. I hope that's not part of my crazy and that won't be a problem for you even if it is. I hope my crazy isn't gonna be a problem for you either."

"They say crazy girls are the prettiest, most fun, and best girls in bed. I can't argue with any of that. Tomorrow night, can we get dressed up and go out to dinner somewhere nice?"

"I don't think I can fall more in love with you, Chuck, but I would absolutely love that, even if it is just so you can show everybody you know how to be with your new one-percenter."

"One-percenter? You, um, know about that?"

"Yeah. James told me everything you said about me. I didn't hate you even a little bit more for any of it, especially that you'd beat his ass if he hurt me, even when everybody thought I only hated you. Can you please fuck me some more now?"

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