I Lied

All characters in the story are 18 and above. This is a story of incest between a brother and a sister. If that’s not what you are here for, I would suggest you not read any further.

Chapter 1

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”

Blah, blah, blah. Those were the last words I thought Brad would ever hear, especially standing next to my sister, Beth. But here we were on a beautiful Saturday in May just before noon watching them express their love for one another, which was killing me inside. Their relationship was rocky, to say the least. He was an asshole who thought his shit didn’t stink, and my sister was lucky he picked her.

I remember the day at school vividly when Brad had “picked” my sister out of all the other girls at school. The lunchroom was buzzing with all the girls talking about it. “She’s so lucky,” and how’d they wished he picked them.

Brad’s family was well known around the small town of twenty-six thousand people. His father owned all three of the car dealerships in town, and money flowed from their ears. His father was also best friends growing up with the current chief of police. Brad had always been given just a slap on the wrist each time he found himself in trouble with the law. He had totaled three brand new cars from drinking and driving, and never even spent a night in jail. In Brad’s eyes, he was untouchable.

I hated him from day one. My thicker glasses, something I would have fixed later in life, gave him all the ammo he needed to hurl insults toward me every chance he’d got while my sister wasn’t around. The trips, shoves, and the slaps to the back of the head were all a regular occurrence during my freshman year. Since no one would do anything to him, I would have to take matters into my own hands.

The summer after freshman year, my friends and I set out to do just that. They had also been at the blunt end of his jokes and mistreatment. Knowing he and his friends would spend Saturday night at the football field getting drunk and telling lies to their girlfriends, we waited under the stands until all the girls and his friends were gone. Being the alcoholic he was, he never wanted to stop drinking and would lob insults towards anybody who disagreed with him or left early because they had to be home by a particular time. How he kept any friends was beyond me. I guess being a star football player helped. Finally, alone in the middle of the field and screaming profanities about the people who’d left him by himself, we made our move and executed our plan to perfection.

The following morning, everybody who filed into the local church parking lot that sat at the south end of the football field for Sunday morning service, was shocked. Even though the tardy churchgoers didn’t get to see Brad tied naked to the south side field goal post, it quickly spread through town like wildfire. It pissed his father off something awful, and he spent the following two weeks apologizing to everyone that entered his dealership.

Not being at the blunt end of his tirades, the next few years of high school went by with relative ease. I even found a girlfriend of my own, and a routine soon followed. Well, until my senior year, when my sister came to me to tell me, she saw my long-time girlfriend Laura cheating on me at the movies with one of the football players. I was devastated and moped around the house for two weeks. We had never gone all the way but were frequent visitors of third base. Luckily I wouldn’t have to walk around in shame for too long as we graduated the following week.

Brad and my sister continued to date on and off throughout high school. Being two years older than I was, my sister had taken up full-time employment at one of the dealerships his father owned when she graduated. She had worked there as a part-time title clerk every summer to earn extra money to buy clothes that were more up to date than our parents could afford.

*******

During this time, they were off again while Brad was attending his third year of college. Some bullshit he told Beth about “being far away was too hard on him,” and “he needed to really focus on school work and not dating.” We all knew it was, so he could fuck whoever he wanted to and not have to worry about checking in with my sister, who was stuck at home, unable to afford college.

I pulled up to the house a little after two-thirty in the morning and began to slide most of my gear to the back of the truck, so I wouldn’t have to climb in and out for every piece of equipment. I made sure to put the heavy things first to get that out of the way before my arms turned to jello.

“Hey, dude. How was the show?” My sister asked as I lugged my amp in first before making the second trip to get the rest of my musical equipment.

“Shit, you scared the fuck out of me. What the hell are you still doing up?” I asked.

“Couldn’t sleep. So how was the show?”

“It was great, actually. I had several people come to me after the show wanting to know if I could play their weddings and even some birthday parties. I booked two of them right there.” I replied.

“That’s badass. I hope you make it to Nashville one day and get the fuck out of this fucked up town,” she replied.

“Yeah, me too. Don’t worry; I’ll take you with me if I do.” I shot back before heading back outside to grab the rest of my gear.

“Really?” she asked, walking up behind me in the bed of my truck and scaring the shit out of me again for the second time tonight.

“Really, what?” I asked, not picking up on what she was asking.

“You would take me with you?”

“Why not. You’re old enough to make your own decisions, and plus, I would have someone to split the bills with.” I replied.

“Yeah, and I could keep all the skanks from trying to take your money if you got famous,” she shot back.

“Well, now that I think about it, maybe it’s not a good idea to have you living with me,” I said with a chuckle.

“Why?”

“Are you for real? Here, let me walk you through this,” I replied with a smirk. “It would probably be bad for me trying to bring girls home, and you’re running around in your little short shorts with your big ass hanging out, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. Not only that, I’m not even going to bring up with those tiny spaghetti tops you wear when my dad and mom aren’t home,” I replied, laughing at how red her face was turning.

“So. You’re telling me you don’t like seeing tits and ass?” She asked, almost defensive.

“I didn’t say that at all, but you’re my sister, and there’s no way you’re saying what I think you’re saying, or would I believe it. You would get so pissed when my friends constantly stared at your “tits and ass” I held up my fingers, making the quotations marks when you walked around the house. Well, until you would get so fed up with it that you had to go and change.” I replied, still smiling but uneasy as to where this conversation was going.

“Maybe I wasn’t wearing it for them,” she hissed.

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” I asked.

“Fuck you, Owen. I can’t believe you’re purposely trying to embarrass me,” she growled at me and stormed off.

What the fuck is wrong with her, I thought as I grabbed the rest of my gear and took it inside. Everything had been fantastic the last few months. We spent almost every waking hour together in the evenings and on the weekends. After she arrived home from work, our evenings consisted of her sitting on my bed reading a women’s magazine while I worked on new songs or restrung my guitars. She had been acting a little strange around me the last couple of months, and I just chalked it up to the horrible breakup between her and Brad mid-way through summer. I just assumed she was trying to do any and everything to get Brad off of her mind. Tonight was the first show that she hadn’t made in the previous month. Maybe Brad called her and pissed her off again? Hell, I didn’t know, and it was too late to try and figure out what the hell her problem was. So, I grabbed a quick shower and went to sleep.

The following day, I awoke to Paradise City by Guns and Roses blaring from my sister’s room. Why did she hate me so much? What did I do to make her life so miserable that she had to take it out on me? I thought. We had a typical small-town childhood, and up until we got caught making out by mom and dad during a routine game of house, we were attached at the hip. If you saw one of us, you probably saw the other.

After that, we didn’t really drift apart; the words I would use would be forced apart. It wasn’t until years later did our parents trust us enough to leave us at home alone again. Those years sucked for me. I really missed my sister, yes, she was my best friend. I had plenty of other friends, but she was who I looked up to, and if she wanted to hang out with me, that meant I was one of the cool kids.

Even though we didn’t get to spend as much time together now, Beth did her best to include me in things that the cool kids did through her years in high school. As long as Brad wasn’t around trying to fuck her every chance he got. The most remarkable thing she did was parade her hot friends around me in their bikinis. Saying things like, “Holly doesn’t think she looks good in her bikini. What do you think?” Or “Would a guy think this dress is hot? Marla doesn’t seem to think so.” I would always play along, hoping that I would get a chance to have sex with one of them, but that never worked out.

Dragging the covers back over my head, I tried to fall back asleep, but the music seemed to get louder with each song that played. Finally, I slung the blankets back, jumped out of bed, threw on some shorts over my boxers, and headed for the kitchen.

“Fuck, there’s never anything to eat in this fucking place,” I mumbled to myself before finding a single bag of cherry pop-tarts and flopping down on the couch.

With nothing on TV but boring ass golf, I turned it to a sports channel and waited for a college football game to come on that I wanted to watch.

“Where’s mom and dad?” I asked, seeing my sister enter the kitchen.

“Out of town, they’ll be back tomorrow afternoon,” she replied before heading back down the hall to her room.

Waking up a few hours later on the couch with a crick in my neck and starving, I began to question my reasoning for still living at home and not moving to Nashville. I could be doing the same thing there, and I would be at least meeting new people and trying to get my foot in the door. Deciding now wasn’t the time to think about this, I began to ready myself for my biggest show to date. I was playing one of the largest venues around the area, and being so big, they supplied almost everything you needed. All you had to do was show up with your instrument, plug into their soundboard, a small song check, and you were ready to go.

I had booked myself solid throughout the summer, and now the shows were finally coming in without me having to beat down every club and hole in the wall that would allow me to play. Being my only source of income, I played solo shows, duo shows, full band shows, and even filled in for other local artists. This was the main reason why I hadn’t made a move just yet. That and I was too young to sign a lease.

*

After doing a soundcheck for the show, that would start at ten, I sat at a designated table behind a roped-off area labeled band only and began to sip my room temperature water. Being only nineteen, I wasn’t able to drink alcohol or sit at the bar. The venue had only booked me under those strict orders, even though it didn’t stop my bandmates from slipping me shots and drinks throughout the night.

“Holy shit, dude. Isn’t that your sister?” The lead guitar player, Carl, asked, sitting down next to me.

His reaction wasn’t unjust, and she got that reaction a lot. Just because she was my sister didn’t mean she was ugly. It couldn’t have been farther from the truth. She was “smoking hot,” the term my friends used. She looked out of place freshman year at five foot seven inches tall, but here now, she looked perfect. That was the whole reason Brad had “picked” her. She was an early bloomer, and her full D cup was hard not to notice, even though she did her best to hide her giant rack, the first six months of her freshman year.

“Yup, that’s her. I can’t believe she came. We got into a fight last night, and she told me to go fuck myself or something like that.” I replied.

“Is she still dating that asshole, Brad?”

“Nah, they broke up over the summer before he went back to college. They end up dating again when he comes home for the summer break, but it’s only, so he has someone to fuck and isn’t lonely.” I said.

“What a real piece of shit he….” Carl’s voice trailed off as my sister reached our table.

“Owen, can we talk for a minute?” She asked.

“Yeah, sure. Carl, can you give me a sec?” I asked.

“No worries, dude. We go live in five,” he shot back and walked off.

“I’m sorry about last night, and I shouldn’t have said that to you. I have a lot on my mind lately, and I’m torn on what to do,” she said just after sitting down.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It was late, and we were both tired. I’m glad you came, and you look gorgeous, by the way.” I replied

“Thanks, Owen, You really think so?” She asked.

“Hell yeah, I bet there are a hundred guys in here that would love to take you out on a date.” I shot back.

“Well, I’m not here for them, and it’s not fine. You shouldn’t say those hateful things to somebody you love. Especially someone you’re….”

“It’s time, man,” Carl said, cutting her off. “People are starting to get restless, and the manager is pacing. We need to go live now,” he said, handing me my guitar before playing the note that started the rest of the band that was already on stage in position and waiting.

“Especially someone you’re what??” I asked, pulling my guitar strap carefully over my cowboy hat.

“I’ll tell you later,” her voice loud and cracking as she tried to talk over Carl playing the musical into we used to get everybody loosened up before to the first song on the setlist.

“No, Someone you’re what?” I asked loud enough for her to hear me after seeing the hurt on her face and tears forming in her eyes.

“You’re in love with,” she mouthed just as the announcer started to welcome me to the stage.

“With me?” I mouthed back with what I could only imagine was a relieved look on my face.

“Yes,” she smiled

“Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Owennnn Wallllllkerrr.” He growled through the house speakers.

Stunned and mainly confused by my sister’s revelations, I stumbled onto the stage. I didn’t know what part of the intro they were playing and gave the band a signal to let them know I wasn’t ready and repeat the intro.

Turning and hoping to remember where we were at, I found myself under the bright multi-colored lights as they flashed onto the large stage. Hearing the part I was looking for and wiping the stinging sweat from my eyes that cleared my blurred vision. I saw my sister standing in a large group of people at the front of the stage with her beautiful smile. It was one of many she kept in her arsenal. The faces of my bandmates had a look of worry as I took off in a run towards the drum riser that sat four feet above the rest of the stage. Jumping and landing on the edge of it, I stood with my back to the crowd and yelled to Greg, my drummer, “fuck yeah, let’s go” before jumping and spinning in the air to land facing the crowd just as the band started to play the first song on the list.

Even though the show started with extreme uncertainty, as we finished the last song, the crowd went crazy. It was by far the best show I had ever played, and I relished my time on stage that night. I spent time talking to the audience throughout the night that was packed into the venue like sardines. Even with my lovely sister front row all night, I stayed diligent and focused on the task at hand until the very end.

“I don’t know how the fuck you do it, but Owen, you fucking rock man,” Carl exclaimed.

“Thanks, dude, but don’t sell yourself short. You fucking killed it tonight,” I replied with just as much enthusiasm.

”Everyone, killed it tonight. Thanks, guys, you all are the best!” I said, still hyped up on the adrenaline from the show.

“Great show, Owen, We can wait to have you back. Call me on Monday so that we can get you back on the books.”

“Thanks, Jim, will do.”

With only having my guitar, I put it in its case, told the guys I would see them later next week, and slipped out the band entrance. I had completely forgotten about my sister until I reached my truck and saw her parked car next to mine. Shit, I thought and turned around to head back to get her, only to see her standing right behind me. It was easy to sneak up on me after a show, my ears hadn’t stopped still ringing, and my body seemed to hum just as loudly.

“You were awesome, Owen,” she said.

“Thanks,” I replied with a slight grin.

”So….” her voice trailed off.

“So, you love me, aye?” I asked with a smirk.

Her sudden lunge towards me wasn’t what threw me off. It was the forty-five seconds of passionate kissing that followed. Our tongues raced into each other’s mouths, searching and exploring for the spot that would become our favorite. Her fingers weaved into the sweaty hair on the back of my head. My hands squeezed and pulled at her soft bottom until she leaped up and wrapped her long legs around my waist and began to grind her sex into my stomach. My shaft ached the harder it got with no place to go in my jeans. Not being able to take the pain anymore, I released her luscious ass, letting her bare legs slide down the sides of my jeans.

“I’m so glad it wasn’t just me that felt this way,” she said after catching her breath.

“Yes, me too.” I lied. “Let’s get out of here before someone who knows us sees what we’re doing. See ya at home?” I asked.

”Ok,” she replied, but not before she gave one more light kiss on the lips. “See ya at home.”

Having been drinking, I took no chances and drove the speed limit the entire way home. She followed close behind. The fifty-minute drive flew by, and I fought with myself the whole way. “You should definitely tell her…… No, you shouldn’t. Keep your stupid mouth shut.” I said out loud, arguing with myself like a real nut job. “Owen, do you love her,” I asked myself. For the remainder of the drive, I continued the conversation out loud. I did care deeply for my sister. Was I madly in love with her? No, not yet, but I could see myself falling in love with her very quickly, and that’s what I decided to go with, since the more I thought about her, the happier I became.

Pulling up the shitty house we called home, I wiggled the stick left and right that stuck up from the floor to make sure I was in neutral before letting my foot off the clutch. Reaching down to grab the handle on the door, it flew open before I had a chance to reach it.

“Hey,” my sister said with an enormous smile. One I hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Hey, to you, cutie,” I replied, still feeling like shit for lying to her in the parking lot.

“Wanna come and inside and hang out? My parents aren’t home,” she asked.

Playing along with her game. “Are you sure it’s cool if I come in while they’re not here?” I asked.

“Of course. They won’t be back until tomorrow, anyway,” she replied.

“Well, ok. If you say so,” I said, reaching over across the bench seat to grab my guitar.

Seeing her so happy and acting this way made me start to doubt what I was doing. She was almost like a kid without a worry in the world. I told myself over and over I wasn’t doing this just to get laid. I was doing this because I wanted to be her boyfriend, and I wanted to be with her.

She was like a girl I had a crush on for years, finally giving me the chance to take her out. Except I’m sure the only thing she wanted me to take out was my cock. The thought of that made me extremely nervous. Sex was the one thing I hadn’t done. I had plenty of blowjobs and had even rubbed Laura’s clit a couple of times to get her off. I even fingered her once, but that was the extent of my sex life. Even though I had never heard her and Brad have sex, I was confident she had way more experience than I had.

“I need to take a shower. I smell like a wet towel, and I know that can’t be something girls are just crazy about,” I said with a smirk.

“That’s cool. I’ll take one with you. I’m a little sweaty myself,” she shot back.

“Ok,” I replied, heading towards my room.

How in the hell can she be so comfortable with this? Also, there goes my plan to jerk off first, so I don’t embarrass myself. I thought, stripping down to my boxers.

“Showers ready,” she called out from the bathroom.

Do I take my boxers off now? Or do I wait until I’m in there? I contemplated over and over.

“Are you coming?”

“Yeah, on my way,” I replied anxiously, realizing I was about to see my first fully nude girl in real life, and she was my sister.

Quietly opening the door, I stood there for a brief moment, giving myself one last chance to back out.

“Is that you,” she asked from the other side of the shower curtain.

“Yeah, just taking off my boxers. Be right in,” I said.

“Silly, you should have just taken them off in your room,” she replied with a giggle.

Here goes nothing, I thought and slid the shower curtain open.

“Holy shit, Owen. You are…”

“Holy shit,” I cut her off. “You shave your pussy?” I blurted out, but it was really just a statement.

“I just did it today when I took a shower before coming to your show. Does it look bad? Do you like it? She asked, taken back by my sudden questioning outburst.

“Oh yeah, it looks awesome,” I replied, wanting to climb the tallest tree I could find and jump out head first. On second thought and staring at the pool of water in the tub, that was probably enough water. I could save myself the trouble of climbing the tree and just drown myself now and get it over with.

“Cool. Are you going to get in?”

Nodding my head up and down, I stepped in and pulled the curtain closed behind me.

“Owen, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“How are you so comfortable showering naked with me staring at you?” I blurted out.

“Oh, that’s easy, playing volleyball for the school. When we finished practicing or playing a game, all the players showered together. You get used to other people being around while you’re naked.”

“I would’ve love to seen that,” I replied, grinning like a fool.

“Should’ve said something. I could’ve made that happen,” she shot back.

”Bullshit.”

“Well, you’ll never know.”

Leaning her head back to rinse her dirty blonde hair, a color she had settled on after several failed attempts of trying to dye it herself. I finally got a chance to look over her body thoroughly. My friends were right. She was smoking hot. The water that cascaded over her full breasts glistened each time they jiggled as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her tiny waist only made her wide hips flare out even more, and the lips of her sex did very little to hide her swollen clit.

“Am I up to your standards?” she asked, catching me thoroughly examining her body.

Being at a loss for words at the moment, I just nodded my head and continued to watch her lather her curvy frame with a body wash that smelled of berries.

“What about me? Am I good enough for you in that department?” I asked, staring at my erection.

With a light kiss to the head of my shaft as she washed her legs. “I actually feel sorry for Laura. She’s so tiny. I bet she struggled like hell to get that monster in her pussy. I’m really nervous, to be honest with you.”

“Well, since we’re being honest with one another. We never had sex.”

“Ahh, now it makes sense,” she replied.

“What does?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“That’s why she cheated on you with Derrick. All the girls know he has a tiny dick. You can’t play on the football team and be able to hide it. They are just like girl’s sports. You know that. You’ve been into the men’s locker room before and seen all the shower heads hanging off the wall. Haven’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then you know. Word spreads fast if you have a tiny dick, and especially if it’s huge. Too bad you didn’t play sports. All the girls would have been talking about that thing.” She said with a smirk and pointing her loofah at my cock.

“That sucks. I got dumped because my dicks too big. What guy could ever say that to his friends and not be ragged on? Hey buddies, my girlfriend dumped me to have sex with a guy with a smaller penis.” I said, being sarcastic. “Nobody would ever believe me.”

“Awe, my poor little brother’s dick is big. I’m so sorry,” she was happily ridiculing and hugging me at the same time I was trying to rinse off.

“Fuck off,” I shot back and pushing her off of me.

In doing so, I now had both of my hands on each of my sister’s soft breasts. The mood changed dramatically, and we launched into each other’s arms. With my erection trying to penetrate her stomach, she lowered her left hand to point it up and began slowly stroking my manhood. I would not be able to tolerate much more of her soft, soapy hand twisting and squeezing my shaft as she worked it up and down.

“Beth, not so fast,” I breathed into her ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, reaching around me and turning off the water before pulling me by my dick out of the shower into my room.

Falling backward onto the bed, she pulled me with her, not letting go of my cock. I caught myself just before our foreheads clashed. Pushing up and resting my weight on my knuckles, I watched as the water beaded up and rolled off the curves of her body.

“Beth,” I paused, not entirely sure how to say what I had to say. “I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s ok, me either,” her words anxious as they crossed her trembling full lips.

“Huh? What about Brad?” I asked just above a whisper.

“Yea…, We never had sex. I would only give him blow jobs. Which is why we fought all the time. I knew if I fucked him, he would just dump me.”

“Wow, I just assumed.” I stopped, not wanting to say anything hurtful.

“You were my first love. I never really got over you. After we got busted kissing, mom sat me down and told me I wasn’t allowed to be in love with you, and it was just a phase, and I also needed to grow up. Playing with your kid brother is not something young ladies do. When Brad came along, or as all the girls at school put it, “picked me,” I decided to go with it. I’m sorry I kept my feelings from you for so long,” she said, just as a single tear fell from each of her blue eyes.

Her sudden confession brought back a ton of memories. Maybe it wasn’t a lie? Maybe I did love her and just needed to hear her express her feelings she kept bottled up for so long.

“I love you, Beth,” the words didn’t come naturally, and saying them only made me feel worse.

“I… I love you too, so much, baby. You don’t know how I’ve longed to hear you say those words to me,” the tears filling her eyes and streaming down her face each time she blinked.

Leaning in and kissing her smooth, full lips, I let my right hand find the slit between her parted legs. The heat that radiated from her sex could be felt without even touching it. I couldn’t resist the urge to slide my fingers between the folds of her sex. Making small circles on her clit, my sister’s breathing became shallow and irregular. I was far from experienced but knew how to get a girl off.

Taking her almost to the limit, just as she had done earlier to me, I eased the amount of pressure I was applying to her swollen clit.

“Oh my god, I want you so bad, but I’m….,” her voice seemed to go dry.

“Umm, it’s ok. We don’t have to.” I replied sincerely, having been down this road many times before.

“No, it’s not that, Owen. I’m… I’m scared at how big your dick is. I have a hard time getting a tampon in.” Her words, blunt but genuine.

“Oh, do you want to get on top, so you can control how much goes in and how fast?” I had never felt dumber as I asked her that question, like asking her if she wanted a cheeseburger or a hot dog, something she picked up right away.

“Nah, I’m good,” she giggled. “I don’t want to take your virginity. I want you to take mine.” This time, her voice was firm about what she wanted.

After sliding my fingers through the folds of her sex, I used the limitless amount of her creamy nectar to coat the head of my cock before lining it up to the entrance of her pussy. The reality of what was about to take place kicked in, and sweat started to drip from my brow to the valley between her breasts.

“Just be easy, Owen. I’ll be ok,” she said, seeing my hesitation.

With a sigh, I began to slowly push the thick, purple head of my shaft between her engorged lips. Her breathing stopped when I reached the elastic piece of flesh that she had saved for just me.

“Don’t do it slow, Just….”

I didn’t wait for her instructions and tore through the tissue until half of my thick shaft had penetrated my sister.

“Whoa fuuuuuck,” she hissed from her throat. Oh god, oh my god, oh shit, holy fucking shit,” her words came out in almost a cadence. “Please tell me it’s all the way in?” She asked, still staring at the ceiling and using her hands to fan her eyes.

“Almost,” I lied again, for the second time.

“Ok, I’m ready. Put it all in me,” she said with enthusiasm after getting her breathing under control.

“We don’t have to do it all tonight,” I said, trying to avoid her catching me in a lie.

“Now, Owen, I can take.”

Slowly, I inched forward until I could go no further.

After several deep breaths, the veins that bulged in her neck began to fade.

“I told you I could take it,” she snickered.

My lack of an immediate response removed her growing smirk from her face. She propped herself up on her elbows to get a visual of what was going on in her stretched pussy. She fell back to the bed, defeated.

“What the fuck do you have down there?” She asked, not waiting for my response. “Are you fucking me a tree truck? Jesus Christ, Owen.”

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing I could say.

This was not turning out like I thought it would. I had imagined in great detail what it was going to be like.

“Can you go any further?” she asked, moderately irritated.

“No, There’s a wall or something in there stopping me from going all the way in.”

“Yeah, Owen, it’s called my intestines,” she laughed.

“Wait. What? Are you serious?” I asked, pulling my cock out a few inches.

“No, goofball, it’s called my cervix. I can’t believe you’re so big that you won’t fit in my pussy. So much for an IED.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s something girls get, so they don’t have to take a birth control pill every day.”

“Oh, shit, your not on the pill?”

“Jesus, Owen. Yes, I’m on the pill…… Just shut up and fuck me with what will fit. I think I’m stretched out enough now.” she giggled.

“How’s it feel?” I asked after sliding it in and out a few times.

“It’s starting to feel wonderful. Don’t stop.”

The fatigue in my arms became too great. I lowered my body until her full breasts slid easily between our sweaty bodies. With the awkward beginnings now past us, our pleasure intensity rose quickly. Her hands continued to search for grip on my sweat-covered back furiously.

“That’s it, Owen, keep going. Please don’t stop,” her voice soft and pleading.

Needing that extra boost in confidence, my pace quickened, and I began to slam into her sex. The head of my cock bounced off her cervix each time I connected with it and increased her pleasure. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck after exhausting her search for a suitable grip and pulled my ear close to her mouth.

“Fuck me, Owen,” her soft whimpers replaced by loud moans that went directly into my ear canal.

The passage of my ear canal must have an uninterrupted signal to my balls. I tried to slow her movements as she bucked violently underneath me, but it was too late. The walls of her sex grasped hard around my shaft just as my scrotum tighten, sending my seed rocketing up the bulging rope-like vein.

“I’m cuuumming,” followed a string of “oh gods,” just before biting down on my shoulder.

In a panic, I jerked my cock from her pussy and sent a long string of sperm that struck her lower jaw.

“NO! Owen, put it back in,” she growled at me when the second volley of cum landed in the valley between her breasts.

Strangling the base of my shaft, I shoved the head of my cock into the folds of her sex before releasing my death grip. The succeeding burst of my seed splashed off the walls of her pussy. Finally, and quickly finding the bottom, the next ropes of cum bathed her cervix until I had nothing left.

I was panting hard and struggling to maintain my composure. I sat backed on my heels and watched as my dick rapidly lost its length and slipped from the lips of her gaping pussy. Like a stream down the mountain, my cum followed the path of the least resistance and flowed over her rosebud and down the crack of her ass.

A silence fell over the room. I didn’t know what to say, all I knew was it was too quiet for me, and my awkward inexperience got the best of me.

“So, did I do good?” I asked timidly.

“You were terrific. Well, until you pulled out. I told you I was on the pill. Just finish in me,” she replied.

“I know, but I, I panicked, ok. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, Beth.” I said defensively.

“It’s ok. I was just telling you. Don’t get your panties in a wad,” she shot back with a smile, trying to defuse the conversation.

“I’ll be better next time. I mean, if we do it again.” I said, now standing at the end of the bed.

“Are you crazy? I’m not letting that monster anywhere near my little kitty again. I’m not going to walk right for a week as it is now.” she said, barely getting the last part out before cracking up laughing.

Hoping she was just joking, which I figured she was, I played along. “That’s fine. It doesn’t fit anyway.” I said, which caused her the scramble out of bed and chase after me, saying. “Oh, that’s your ass.”

“That’s a great idea. Knowing how full of shit you are, next time, I’ll just put it in your ass. I guarantee it will fit in there.” I shot back as she chased me throughout the house naked.

“Fuck you. I can’t imagine how bad that would hurt,” she said, giving up the pursuit.

“I knew you were a chicken shit,” I replied, not wanting the fun to be over just yet.

“What an asshole you are,” she said with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. “I was going to suggest we try that, but not now.”

“Bullshit. You’re a liar.”

“Well, you’ll never know,” she replied, spinning around, smacking her ass, and running towards the hall that led to the bathroom as I resumed the chase.

After a quick rinse, we propped up nude in my bed to watch TV and cool off from the steamy shower.

*

“Were home.” The voices of our parents called out in unison when they walked through the front door the following morning.

Finally able to pry my eyes open and see Beth’s curvy naked body sprawled out next to me. The repercussions of getting caught hit me in the stomach like a left uppercut from Mike Tyson.

Sending my right hand down hard on her bottom caused her to shoot out of bed frantically, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Shhhhhh,” I placed my pointer finger over my lips and hissed through my teeth. “Mom and Dad just got home,” I whispered.

The whites that surrounded her beautiful blue eyes immediately became the size of saucers.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” she asked, still naked as the day she was born.

We were all but screwed at this point. Her room was on the opposite side of the house, and the only way to get there was to walk right through the living room or crawl out my window naked and walk around to her window. Seeing one of my old Allman Brothers tee shirts folded on the dresser next to me, I grabbed it and flung it to her, knowing we didn’t have much time.

“Put that on and the shorts you wore last night,” I said as I hurried to find a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt of my own.

“What now?” she asked after putting the clothes on.

“Open the door, grab one of your stupid magazines, lay on the bed, and pretend to be reading it while I clean this,” I said and showing her the acoustic guitar I was holding.

“Is anyone home?” I heard our mom calling down the hallway and getting closer to my doorway.

“Yeah, in here,” I called back, my heart beating like a drum.

“Ahh, there you are. What are you guys up to?” She asked.

“Not a lot, just cleaning my guitar. Some dumb ass spilled his beer all over the bottom of it, and I was too tired to mess with it when I got home late last night.”

“Some people,” she sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “You can’t have anything nice without some jerk messing it up,” she huffed.

“It’s cool, mom. It should clean off.” I shot back.

“What about you, young lady? How was your weekend?”

“It was good. I went and saw Owen’s show, a Tilley’s. It was awesome. You should’ve seen Owen. He had all the girls eating out of the palm of his hand by the end of the night.”

“Oh, shoot, Owen. I forgot this was the weekend you played Tilley’s. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you. I know that show meant a lot to you.”

“It’s fine, mom. You will, soon enough. The guy who books all the talent came up to me as soon as I walked off the stage and told me to call him on Monday.”

“That’s excellent news, Owen. I’m so proud of you. Larry…, Larry,” she yelled out to our father.

“What?” He called out from the kitchen.

“Come here. Why do you think I’m calling for you through the house?” she yelled back down the hall.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened?” He asked our mom upon reaching my door frame.

“Owen’s show at Tilley’s was last night.”

“Ahh shit. Damn it. I wanted to see that. Sorry buddy, I really wanted to make it.”

“It’s cool, Pop. I was just telling mom they can’t wait for me to come back. I have to call him tomorrow so that he can put me on the books again.”

“Wow, you must have killed it. I remember going there when I was your age, and I can’t recall, but two times, we saw the same band twice.”

“Yeah, Dad. He killed it. You should’ve seen all the girls trying to take him home.” Beth said, trying to get a rise out of me.

“That’s my boy,” he responded, which also caused him to receive a playful smack to the arm from our mother.

“I don’t feel like cooking, so I’m ordering pizza for delivery. Listen for the doorbell, just in case your father doesn’t hear it. I’m going to grab a quick shower before it gets here.”

“Will do,” Beth replied to them as they headed out of my room.

“Holy shit, that was close,” I said, finally breathing a sigh of relief after I heard our parent’s door shut.

“Yeah, fuck me, that would’ve been bad. I’m glad you heard them call out because I was dead to the world.”

“Maybe later,” I shot back.

“Of course, that’s all you heard, you pervert.”

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one that begged your little brother for his dick,” I said and covering up as she hurled the magazine she was pretending to be reading at me.

“Why do I love you so much? You’re such an asshole.”

“Because of this,” I said, squeezing my shaft. The outline was easily visible through my old gym shorts.

“Pervert,” she replied playfully and flipping me off over her shoulder as she walked out of my room.

The following week went by rather quickly. I had practice three days that week, and she worked full time, so we rarely got to see each other throughout our day. Every night, she spent her time lying on my bed, reading about why celebrities had it so ruff and which ones were going to rehab, while I practiced the songs we had been working on at rehearsal. With our parents home and Dad an extremely light sleeper, we took no chances.