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Liz sat back suddenly, and Darrel was instantly scared.
"Liz, I'm sorry," he started when he realized she was taking her nightshirt off. When she was done, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and began tugging. He lifted a bit and his shorts were gone, tossed to the floor.
"Don't be sorry," she whispered as she lay on top of him, her knees on either side of him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth. He held her, one hand on her ass, the other wrapped around her shoulders. They knew a bit about sex, what little they had picked up at school, but were still mostly guessing. Liz rubbed herself up and down his shaft, covering him in her fluids. She soon came, shuddering and gasping as he held her. Her jerking movements on his shaft quickly brought him to orgasm as well, jetting his own fluid up across his stomach. They both sat a moment, breathing heavy, looking at each other.
"What's this?" Liz whispered, running her fingers through the line of semen on his stomach.
"Come, I think. This is the first, uh, I've never," he began stuttering again. He fell silent when Liz wiped some up with her fingers and put it in her mouth. She sucked on her fingers a moment, then smiled. She wiped up more and said "tastes good," before sucking on her fingers again.
She began rocking her hips again, slowly at first, but picking up speed. Darrel felt himself getting hard again immediately, and ran his hands over Liz' body, exploring every curve, every swell, relishing the feeling of her skin. She was making longer passes over his shaft, going from his head to balls. When she got to his head, he felt his cock throb and flex, lifting up, as she started down. She felt him lift and his head pushed into her as she went down. She gasped loudly as he groaned and stopped a moment, her eyes wide.
"Liz, I think," Darrel started as she moved down again. She felt a stab of pain as something tore, and froze again, a small cry jerked from her
"Are you okay? Liz," Darrel asked, concerned as she clamped her hands on his shoulders.
"I, I think so." The pain was already melting away into pleasure as she reveled in this new sensation of being filled.
"I think this is what we are supposed to do," she whispered just before sliding the rest of the length of him into her. They both moaned and rocked their hips, overcome by this new world of pleasure. They held each other, kissing hard, struggling to breathe evenly.
Liz started to move again, slowly, slipping Darrel almost completely out before plunging down again. Darrel squeezed her breasts as she fell into a rhythm, sitting up now, rising and falling with more speed as she went. It was only moments before she came again, moaning as quietly as she could, fighting to keep from screaming outright. He felt her already tight opening clamp down and was coming himself, feeling every pulse of her muscles as she milked him, shooting deep inside her.
She felt him let go inside her and it made the orgasm all the better.
She leaned back down, lying on his chest again, as they tried to catch their breath. Liz was smiling wide, until she looked up and saw Darrel's face. He looked worried, anxious.
"What? What's wrong Darrel?" She asked, getting worried herself.
"Liz, I, we , that's not something we're supposed to do. You're my sister. I love you more than anything Liz, I shouldn't have done that," he tried to speak clearly, but he sounded miserable.
"Dare, it's okay. Maybe for others, it wouldn't be, but for us, it is. I love you too, more than anything, and I wanted us to do this. I know you did too."
"Well, yeah, I did, but,"
"But nothing. We love each other, right?" she asked softly.
"Yes,"
"More than anything, right?"
"God yes,"
"Then for us, this is right," She whispered, smiling again.
- COMMENTS
Frankie1952about 1 year agoMore please, this story could go another couple of chapters yet. Hot n sexy siblings making babies.
Marshallaover 6 years ago... most definitely an earlier time period.
And it also depends on how they were raised, in this case, poorly. Through no fault of Ma. She loved them enough to run interference for them.
As for "Dad", well I'm sure there's a shotgun in the house, then bury him behind the woodshed.
thedayafterover 6 years agoAnother good start of a story that needs more chapters.
Shame about the sicko anon comment obviously they don't understand what erotic literature is about.
Anonymousabout 7 years ago18 year old's know about sex .....but these 2 act like 12 year old's. The sex was sooooo boring and written in the first person. Author's are so fucking lazy but apparently I can't complain because the stories are free to read. Alas I still bitched about the story. Can't help it. Body parts should be described using the graphic slang. Eg: ass, pussy or cunt, cock, shaft, cum, fucking, tits, and lot's of dialogue profanity laced during the sex scenes. Absolutely nothing to write home about when talking about this sad writing display
Anonymousabout 10 years agoWow, Bigdaddy actually wrote a comment that was actually very insightful and informative! (Will wonders never...just kidding!;)
...anyway I would honestly be happy if the story stopped here, not that it doesn't have a number of chapters that could be easily pulled out of it, but because I honestly don't have any desire watching the kids and mom deal with the drunk and abusive father. (And we all see the physical and/or sexual abuse peeking its ugly head up there)
I understand the really long hours adults and kids lived in the early part of the century and it seems that this is the era it might be placed in. To be honest though, there are still areas where that is still how it is even in this day and age.
Oddly enough I would buy into the girl having never mastrubated before (though the story leans towards her having), hell my wife admitted to me early on that she had never done it! I was shocked, to say the least, and didnt really believe her at first. ...but Im not believing for a second that a guy at his age hadn't, eighteen hour days or not, lol ;). I suppose its happened though... (No, I cant believe it! I cant!!;)
...as for sex, just because you've watched the cattle fuck and the pigs corkscrew into each other doesn't mean you're confidently comfortable poking or getting poked. Thats just life! ...even a backwater hick knows where babies come from though, so I don't know what the hell they were thinking! Girl is gonna have a swollen belly! Best you can do with that is blame the dad and let the cops run him off! (Sadistic, but functional!;)
Anonymousover 10 years agoIF you are smart you will ignore the kiss ass rave reviews and listen to the complaints that is the only way you will improve IF YOU WANT TO IMPROVE THAT IS.
Oleguyalmost 11 years agoYou have a fine and sensitive touch,
Have I said that before, if not I should have.
Your works warm me.
Anonymousabout 11 years agoAs this story develops further, give us more description of Darrell and Lizzie. For example, since Darrell has his father's dark hair, give Darrell (age 19) some chest hair -- at least the beginning of chest hair and treasure trail hair -- it will be more sexy for sure!
bigdaddyg123about 11 years agoDarrell and Lizzie (Elizabeth, maybe) are pretty typical for many farm-bred and raised children. Their lives revolve around survivability..... period!! It is everyday, 24/7/365, never a day off, never a vacation, never a laze' weekend.
It appears to me the period of this story is many, many years ago, from the descriptions of the equipment and machinery, possibly in the 1920's and 1930's.
Small schools, as in school houses, the three "R"--readin', writin' and arithmatic. Sex education was left to "behind the barn", braggard macho males trying to impress their buddies at school, and what little--very minimal--information their reluctant parents might tell their children, but only when the child bugged the parent(s) over and over.
Health (NOT sex) courses only arrived in rural areas very near the last of the 1940's and early 1950's!
My parents grew up during those times, only dating on their parent front porches and not getting married until near the very end of the 1930's.
This story is a reflection of the dire and destitute times; many of those kids never met another of the opposite gender (except for the opposite parent and/or sibling gender) until they were into their early to mid-twenties. So, Darrell and Lizzie not only had these numerous and common difficuties to deal with; they also had their father, as did most kids of those times.
The story does a very good job of detailing the every-day lives of these two budding and blossoming farm-grown teens. Their love was planted early, taking many years to ripen and bloom The story was not about wet dreams! And no one mentally nor emotionally cared about masturbation, getting up and leaving the house at 5:00 AM and toiling until at least 6:00 PM--seven days every week!! And then homework, wash and iron your clothes you wore to school that, for the next day. A bath in a big alumunum tub, water heated on the wood stove. Wake up to a cold house every morning, all four season. Lunch was out of a bag or someone trudged it out to you on the weekends and summers.
The writer/author has done a masterful job of exposing this young, loving couple, brother and sister, in a way that willl undobuedly endure, prosper, will inherit the farm, and most probably breed and rear their children, and make the usual parental efforts to make their children's lives better than the lives they suffered. Hopefully the author will bless us with a sequel, possibly more than one, and take readers along as their grandchildren grow to maturity. The story would be a wndow to his readers of an era of Americana that should be told, honored, blessed for those that endured. Those individuals are our heritage our fore-fathers and mothers!!!!!
ansdguyover 11 years agoWould an editor be able to point out the these more obvious mistakes. Al least have a friend or an other author proof read your work. Just a suggestion. I'm sure that with your attitude that this will all work out for the best.
Thanks, Ron
Anonymousover 11 years agoLiked the passion with innocence part its was just awesome....
I would like to read some more like that
