Oh Sam, What Have You Done Now?

Sam leaned forward, again with painstaking increment, feeling the head of his penis plumb a heat so intense he felt his testicles lurch. Wait, he prayed. Wait! Suddenly, Becky's hand moved down and bumped into his shaft. Her digits spread and went passed, placing his penis in a V, feeling herself penetrated by a dream.

This must be it, Sam thought. She will wake up. He gazed intently on her eyelids, watching them flicker still, her lips trembling and mashing together. Her breath was short and erratic. Her hips jerked, and instantly Sam sunk a whole inch into his sister's vise tight oyster. He turned his head, grunted and clenched his teeth. He couldn't take it any longer.

Becky's little brother pushed forward without stopping, slowly but with undaunted determination, farther and farther, feeling now Becky's hips as they rolled back to accommodate her subconscious' mystery, her fingers curling around his disappearing shaft, feeling him penetrate her. She opened her mouth wide and appeared as if she might cry. Her hips began shaking violently and her legs opened wide, her knees gathering up, her thighs suddenly raising and going about Sam's waist. Sam buried himself and pulled back, buried himself again and pulled back once more before unloading the more terrific orgasm of his young life, jamming his cock finally as deep as he could, spurting a copious volley into Becky's tight canal and spilling into her womb.

Sam grunted just as Becky did, the two of them beset on all sides by their own orgasms, he, still miraculously perched over Becky's body, she clinging to his waist with the warm softness of her thighs, hands uprooting the sheets tucked under the mattress. Sam, feeling his testicles tighten again, lowered his face to within millimeters of his sister's gaping mouth. He lay his tongue upon his sister's top lip, pushing it just inside and running it over the ridge of her front teeth. His cock lurched, a fourth and a fifth jet of semen spurt forth from him into Becky's florid canal.

Finally, he'd exhausted himself. Becky's legs went slack and she moaned with a quivering shudder. Her brother held inanimate, allowing the last involuntary surges to eke out his final spend. It all had to be emptied here, every last drop for her, as this was truly the momentous summit. Becky's breathing steadied and she started to roll over. Sam's penis slid out of her, causing his breath to catch. His tip slid over her hip as she turned onto her side and slipped back into deep sleep.

Sam pushed himself up until he stood between Beck's legs, his back bent to avoid the ceiling. He stared down at his sister, his eyes wide and speculative. She hasn't woken. She hasn't woken! A long bead of cum dripped off his dick and landed on her clothed knee. This younger brother shook his head then carefully climbed down and slipped into his own bed. He lay there, unable to sleep, his pulse still racing, adrenal glands emptied and causing his body to jitter. His muscles seemed atrophied. Sam took stock.

There, above him on a sweaty mattress lay his sweetly tainted sister, Becky, sleeping still. The girl was full and certainly oozing her brother's spend onto the sheets between her legs. What a pool should collect there! On the other hand, what if she gets pregnant? Well, I suppose there's way to avoid that. One could always venture down to the Center and ask for that morning-after pill. Tell them it's for. . .a girlfriend. Could it be slipped it into her morning Orange Juice? Would the secret even make it that far? She could wake straight away and realize what's happened Touch her gash and feel where Sam had deposited himself? Feel their collective ooze. Will she wonder at how she's been stretched? Or will it all just register as an uncannily vivid dream? She didn't wake! How miraculous. Yet, how troubling.

The younger brother has sudden insight into what being perverse is all about. Like a serial you-name-it, the type that didn't get caught that first time, successfully completing his endeavor, henceforth he must scheme to do it again. Must find a way to duplicate it. And already, his young body is reawakening, his penis absorbing those sisterly juices from its still recent internment, becoming hard again. Yes, Sam will have to put himself inside her fertile, young body again. And again! And again. Until she finds out? That, or at least until someone can replace her.

Sam lies there, wondering if he should masturbate, idly pondering the precautionary trip down to the Center. I wonder, he thinks, can one suppose they'd give me a whole bottle of those pills? That was, perhaps the beginning of the end for young Sam.