Moonbeam Ch. 01

This story actually has a lot to do with the fringes of Angieworld, but since I intend to extend it for at least another chapter, perhaps two, I thought it best to rewrite and repost. The story has been changed somewhat, especially in the early going, since it didn't originally start out to be what it ended up as. You can vote for this one if you like and I always appreciate your comments.

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I am a pretty good looking girl, if I do say so myself. I pretty much have to say so myself, since it's not that likely anyone else will. Oh, my brother might, but there are reasons for that and they'll be dealt with in due course. You see, I'm about five four, just short (by about six inches) of tall and stately. I have a nice chest with darling breasts (they're not big enough to be boobs), a decent but not outstanding bum, acceptable legs, short black hair that I think is becoming, and a face that looks out at you from every picture of cute younger sister you've ever seen, snub nose, freckles and all. That would be more acceptable if I were a younger sister instead of an older one. I'm twenty-two, and Cloud, my younger brother, is nineteen. Yeah, our parents were late hippies, how'd you guess? They named me Moonbeam.

I wouldn't mind being Moonbeam if my last name was Skye or something like that, but it's O'Shaughnessy, which doesn't have the same ring. I suppose I could change it, but you have to be of age to do that, and I have a terrible time proving my age even with the most authentic ID there is.

Cloud looks about twenty-four, so when we're together it really looks bad. I look somewhere between an old thirteen and a young fifteen. The old dowagers think he's robbing the cradle, I'm sure. He doesn't get much in the way of jealous looks from other guys, either.

When we're in a bar, I always get asked for ID. The most common of the reactions I get when I pop out my driver's licence is to the effect that my older sister must look a lot like me. I don't have an older sister. I am the older sister. It gets frustrating after a while.

Cloud and I hang around a lot together, since Mom and Dad took off for the seniors commune a year or so ago. The entry age is fifty-five, so you know we were late arrivals. I'm not sure why Mom even decided to have kids, but she wasn't a bad mother, more distracted than disinterested. Dad wasn't a big part of our lives.

We've got a trust fund, of sorts, that will probably be drained dry by the time Cloud graduates. That's what it was set up for, of course.

I've got a job in retail - "Do you want fries with that?" - and Cloud has three years of college left. I, of course, am eminently qualified with a B.A. in English to do almost anything in my line - "Do you want a large drink?" - but I want to be a writer some day. The only reason I still have my job is that I look younger than the sixteen-year-olds they're hiring now, which seems to be the goal of the chain I work for.

A Labour Department inspector came in a little while ago, checking the child labour laws I suppose, and I was the only one who had to show proof of age.

"I guess your older sister looks a lot like you."

I was so mad! I don't want to think about how difficult it was to get my driver's licence.

A few weeks ago the shop manager, a kid a year or so younger than I was, came on to me as if I was an innocent fifteen-year-old. I told him to bugger off. He got a little insistent so I called Cloud and that was that. Cloud looks Native American, one of those Sioux warriors from the Plains, long black hair and heavy tan and all, but he isn't, not even a touch. He can be pretty scary when he puts his mind to it since he is superbly fit and pretty hot.

Cloud's not that big, but he's a solid five ten, about 175, hard as a rock. I think he's pretty good looking, and judging from the way other girls look at him, my opinion's pretty widely shared.

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I love my brother. Have you guessed yet that I'm in love with him, the way that sometimes happens to sisters but isn't supposed to? Well, I am. More to the point, Cloud is in love with me, to judge by what he says and does. You can't always trust what a man says, especially if you're having sex, but what he does speaks louder than words. Cloud is in love with me. As I said, I am in love with him.

It isn't just that, even with three years between us, we've always been close, though I think it helps to really know the guy you're in love with. Cloud's just a good person. I'd guess that we've been in love for a long time. We didn't "consummate our love" as it says in the older romances, and means "have sex", a euphemism for "fuck like bunnies", or "make love" in our case, until about six months ago.

It was a warm evening in the fall a couple of weeks after Cloud's nineteenth birthday and a couple of months before my twenty-second. There wasn't anything special about the night. There wasn't a thunderstorm to drive him into my arms, or me into his. We were just sitting snuggled up together on the sofa in front of the TV as we often were, watching something or other that neither of us was too much interested in. We were really just enjoying each other's company. That was fairly standard for us. As usual, Cloud had his arm around me, and I was enjoying the feel of his strength and the warm hard chest I was cuddled up to. Cloud was sitting mostly straight, and my legs were curled up on the sofa underneath me.

Cloud leaned into me, and kissed me full on the lips. It was soft and warm and inviting and my hormones lurched, or something. It was the sweetest kiss I'd ever had.

"Sorry, Moon, looking at you I just had to do that."

Now, I wasn't sorry, though maybe I should have been. To show him I wasn't sorry, and that it was all right even if it wasn't, if you get my drift, I leaned into him and kissed him full on the lips, too. He had wonderfully soft and expressive lips. I could feel little fires all through my body. I probably stopped thinking about then.

Cloud hugged me tight against him, pressing my little breasts into his masculine chest and kissing me again, just a little more fervour, this time, with a touch of tongue. I opened my mouth to receive his gift and to offer my own. The feeling of our tongues running over each other was delicious, and those little fires in my body got hotter. We sat that way for a while, our mouths and tongues loving each other up.

"Oh fuck," Cloud said, then dropped one hand to clutch my ass and slid the other up under my shirt at the back. His hand on my back felt so good, warm and loving and caring. I loved him feeling up my ass like that. That was the time to stop, if not before, but I couldn't do it.

"Cloud, you shouldn't be feeling up your older sister," was what I should have said. "Brothers and sisters shouldn't do this," should have come next. Then: "Unhand me, Cloud." He probably would have, too, if I'd been stern enough. That's likely why I didn't say it. His hands just felt too good.

I slid my arms up and down Cloud's back, sharing love with my boy. I slipped one hand under his shirt, running my hands over the firm muscles of his back the way he was warming me up. My other hand was patting his bum. He felt so good and strong and warm.

Cloud pushed me back out of our hug.

"We've got to stop. I'm not going to be able to hold off, Moon. We can't do this. Oh God, I want to."

I didn't care about the problem. I cared about Cloud. I leaned back in and kissed him again, my tongue meeting with no obstacles as I shoved into his mouth. His tongue came out to meet me.

I wasn't that sure where all this was going to go. I had been out with boys. I suppose I was cute enough. We'd got a little hot and heavy, and some of them had even felt up my breasts the way Cloud was doing, sending hot flashes shooting through me. I felt my panties getting wet. Then the boy I was making out with would get a look at my face, and give me a brotherly kiss, and back off. Maybe his little sister's face was there, or maybe he just saw a statutory rape charge hanging over his head. It always stopped, then, leaving me frustrated and upset. We'd never go out again. So here I was, a virgin at twenty-one, almost twenty-two, and not even dedicated about it.

Cloud shouldn't have been a virgin, but he told me he was. He told me, after, that he was too much in love with me to think of sex with anyone else until I was gone, married or moved in with someone, who damn well better treat me right. But I wasn't gone, and I was tempting him badly even though I didn't realize it. I was too much into caressing my brother, feeling him, enjoying him. He was tempting me, and I wasn't even trying to resist.

The next thing I felt was Cloud unbuttoning my shirt. Without leaving his sweet warm loving lips, I pulled back a little to give him room. I'd never gone that far with a boy before, not from my choice, but I was ready for Cloud, and I wasn't about to let my brother off. I freed one arm and then the other to let him pull my shirt off. He stared fixedly at my chest, with only an unnecessary bra separating him from my breasts. He felt my breasts lightly, slipped a hand back to unfasten my bra, slid the straps off my shoulders as again I released my grip on him, and finally grasped my naked flesh. It felt so good to have his warm strong hands holding my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples, his fingers caressing. Then he dropped his head from our kiss to lick my breasts and suckle my nipples. The fires in me were now raging out of control.

I dropped my head to kiss his dear neck and his ears, nipping lightly on his earlobes, getting as much of him as I could. Then I leaned back to give him more room, and maybe to just enjoy the new and wonderful sensations passing through me.

"Heaven, Cloud," I told him. "It's just heavenly. Oh Cloud, I love you so much."

"Moon," he replied, "this is wrong and I can't stop. I love you too much. I need you too much."

"Cloud, it's right, tonight, at this moment. Love me, darling."

Cloud stepped back a moment. I probably moaned a bit. I saw that he was shucking his clothes, all of them. I pulled off my shorts and panties, too, kicking off my shoes and socks. I wanted to be naked with my brother as he was getting naked for me. We hugged again, this time skin to skin. His chest on my breasts felt wonderful. I felt his back and his bum, enthralled by his nakedness.

His hands wandered over my naked body, slipping over my shoulders and arms, loving my breasts again, then wandering off to my back and my bum and my legs. It felt so marvellous. I caressed his nakedness, too, and my hands grasped his penis, strong and hard, ready and waiting to make love.

I knew it was wrong, or supposed to be wrong, but how could love be wrong?

Then I realized what the end of what we were doing was to be. It was to make me a woman, Cloud's woman, my dearly beloved Cloud's woman. I was ready to be Cloud's woman. I was eager to be Cloud's woman. I needed to be Cloud's woman.

My brother slid his hands across me until he came to my sex. He caressed me in the centre of my being, turning the raging fires of my desire into roaring infernos. Any thought I had of bringing this to an end evaporated in the flames of my desire.

"Cloud, love me, make me your woman."

Cloud settled me on the sofa, laying me out like a precious object, then loving me, all of me, with his lips and tongue. I lay back, drowning in the sensations that he raised out of my flesh, only my fingertips racing over his skin.

He approached me from between my legs, his face hovering over my centre for a moment as he kissed my intimate parts, his tongue lashing my clit, drinking up my juices that were flowing so freely. He slid his member over my labia, lubricating himself on my secretions, hitting my clit and arousing me further. He raised himself, then slid his cock between my labia, into my vagina, rupturing my protective membrane, stretching that part of me that had never held man before. Cloud was so slow and gentle. He eased himself into me a fraction of an inch at a time, retreating to gain more lubrication from my blood and secretions. He watched my face carefully to judge my reactions, slowing as soon as I seemed to be having pain or discomfort.

I was enjoying the experience feeling that I was slowly being filled, and completed, by my brother's cock. It had hurt when he burst my hymen, my virginal barrier, but the simple feel of him, finally inside me, had let me relegate the pain to another place. I had my love, and my love was in me, and my love would be with me, and he was making me his. He was so careful to keep me from pain while he continued to thrust in, to fill me the way I'd never been filled before. His gentleness increased my love for him. Later I realized that he was straining to hold back from just ramming himself in, but even at the time I took it for another expression of his love for me.

At length, after a marvellous set of sensations, Cloud was settled all the way in, as far as he could reach, the tip of his penis butting against my cervix, the rest filling me oh so full. We rested a few moments enjoying the pleasure. I tried to squeeze my vaginal muscles around him.

"Oh, that feels so good. Moon, you're a delight. You're so tight and wonderful. It feels like my cock was made to be here. Love you, sweet."

"Having you inside me like this is wonderful, Cloud. It almost seems that our parts were made for each other, you to fill me and me to hold you. It's quite wonderful, dear, just grand."

Cloud started a little motion, in and out just a little, then farther and farther until he was almost all the way out and then sliding back in, hitting my cervix at one end and my clitoris at the other. The feelings rose in me, and I was moving toward a climax, feeling hotter and hotter. Of a sudden I felt Cloud tremble and pulse as he shot streams of hot sperm into me, firing off again and again. I was right on the verge, just short of coming, then fell off as he finished.

My brother knew I hadn't climaxed. It would have been amazing if I had. I had never done this before, much as I had enjoyed it, and neither had Cloud. For a couple of inexperienced virgins we had done quite well.

Anyway, Cloud used his fingers to bring me off afterwards, so my frustration with not having climaxed was short-lived. Later, when we repeated our love-making, I came hard, writhing and moaning, and almost always since.

"Cloud, I'm a woman, now. I'm your woman, Cloud, and always will be."

"Moon, I love you dearly. If you're my woman, I am your man. Sister or not, you are the love of my life and the woman I want to keep by my side forever."

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Our lives outside our home, part of the trust property, did not change. Cloud went to class and I went to work. Inside the home, we showed our love for each other in many ways, not just sexually. We slept together, sometimes in my bed and sometimes in his. We enjoyed sharing our bodies with each other. We still hugged, sharing comfort. We could kiss, now, too, sometimes with affection and sometimes with passion. We could give in to our passions, too, and did when they arose.

We weren't going to make a baby, thanks to the wonders of modern chemistry. Mom had made sure I was on the pill since my eighteenth birthday, even though I hadn't needed it then. Maybe Mom thought of it as a rite of passage. Cloud, of course, knew. He knew everything about me.

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"Cloud," I told him one morning before class. It was about a month before the end of his second year. He'd been doing well. I was still working. "We're going to have to move when you're done this year."

"Why is that, Moon?"

"People are beginning to say we're committing incest, dear. Since we are, we don't have much defence. I doubt we could convince any of them otherwise even if we weren't. If that story gets around, we're going to be shunned by the good people and perhaps even attacked by the bad."

I didn't tell him about the three guys who'd walked behind me as I came home the night before, talking among themselves in that way boys have of making sure the object of their conversation hears every word, but can't object since clearly she was just listening in to a private chat. One had said I was a cute little thing and he wondered if I put out. Another said I must, since he'd heard I was fucking my brother. Anyone who'd do that would probably put out for anyone. The third said probably all we'd have to do was ask, and maybe someday in the woods they should. I'd likely shag all three of them. The first said given what I'd done, nobody would make much fuss if I wasn't as willing as they thought.

I got out of their presence quickly, crossing against a red light, before they could talk themselves into doing it. The last thing I needed was to be raped and gangbanged. I resolved not to go that way again, and to vary my routes home.

Cloud kissed me, to take away my nerves, and said he'd start applying to different schools. I agreed that as soon as he'd settled on one, I'd get a transfer. The people I worked for had places everywhere.

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Why I couldn't have been left in peace for that last month, I don't know. I was sure I hadn't missed any earlier signs of trouble, and I couldn't believe it would whip up that fast.

Anyway, I was coming home by Mr. Montgomery's place. He taught history at Cloud's college, and I'd taken a course from him, too, when I was getting my degree. He was an ex-Marine in his early thirties, unmarried, still fit and attractive. The three guys who'd made the lewd conversation the other night came up to me and stopped me. I knew why, and knew I wasn't going to get out of this as easily.

"Hey, Moonbeam, wanna shine on me?"

"No thanks, Gary, got to get home and get supper."

"Moonbeam, is it true you're fucking your brother?"

Guy's comment didn't merit a response.

"Ever done it with three guys at once, Moon?"

I didn't answer Dave, either.

I was just standing there, nowhere to go, kind of hoping Cloud would show up - he'd taken to coming to meet me, so I told him which route I'd be going - and kind of hoping he wouldn't, since even Cloud was going to get hurt trying to take on three at once, and I'd probably get hurt even more.

Gary grabbed me by the arm.

"C'mon, Moon, we know you aren't a virgin. Give us a good time."

"No."

Guy swept his hand across my chest.

"Geez, guys, she hardly has any tits."

"Let's see. I can't believe that."

Dave started to rip my blouse open. I could hear the fabric tear and at least one button hit the sidewalk. We weren't too close to the light, so maybe I wouldn't find it after whatever was going to happen, happened. Even though I was convinced that no one would help, I screamed anyway. Then I turned on Dave and hit him as hard as I could. I doubt I hurt him, and I'm not even sure he felt it.

Guy saw it, though, and grabbed my arms.

Then a deep voice with that tone of command you get from the military, even ex-military:

"Just what the fuck are you boys doing?"

It was Mr. Montgomery, not very pleased at having been disturbed, I guess.

"We were just having a little fun with Moonbeam here, sir. She likes to play hard to get before we get started. Maybe it makes her more excited." That was Gary's story.

"What, all three of you?" Mr. Montgomery asked.

"You know she fucks her brother, so she'll do almost anything we ask her to," Guy added.

"She said it was great to have three cocks at once," Dave embroidered.

"Is any of this true, Miss O'Shaughnessy?"

"They are trying to force me against my will, sir. I don't want to go with any of them, let alone three. I've been trying to avoid them, but I guess my luck ran out tonight."

"Liar," Gary responded. "You just thought you weren't going to get paid this time, but we've got your money right here." He held out fifty dollars. Mr. Montgomery looked disgustedly at me.