She crept like a silent ghost along the darkened hall, long blonde hair streaming out from her narrow, slender shoulders. From somewhere in the house, a clock softly chimed twice and its echoing, pinging voice-disturbing the utter stillness-made the young girl halt fearfully. Her body tensed ready for flight and her heart palpitated painfully against her ribs for a few moments, and then, drawing her nightgown more tightly around her body, she continued to cross the first floor landing.
She paused again outside the door of her father's bedroom, listening intently for any sound or movement from within, before hurrying once more towards the end of the hall and her secret objective. Her small feet, bare and soundless, quickened their pace as she climbed the thickly carpeted stairs to Richard's attic bedroom at the top of the house; and her breath came in short, urgent pants-gasps of excitement and suspense making her respiration harsh and irregular. Softly, she turned the handle and slipped into the room. She closed the door again so carefully that its catch scarcely clicked at all, then walked quietly to the bed-seeing her way by the silver shafts of moonlight which shone through the partly-closed curtains. Very gently, the girl put out her hand and drew back the covers. In one final, thankful movement, she got into the bed and snuggled against the warm, still-sleeping body of her step-brother…
Tremulously, Lisa put her arm around his waist. Richard was lying on his side, his back towards her, and he stirred uneasily as his step-sister's hand stole between the loose folds of his pyjama jacket and her fingers pressed cautiously into the flesh just above the boy's navel. She tried to stop her hand from trembling, but her whole body was now shivering-making her thoughts whirl through her brain and giving her the dizzy, light-headed sensation that she was floating in space: suspended on the bed with Richard in a timeless ocean, a black infinity of blissful contentment.
Lisa, although she was only a few months older than her half-brother, had been the instigator of their private “games”. It was she who felt irresistibly drawn to the boy's body, she who had commenced their hot, satisfying night-frolics together. A strange, overpowering magnet attracted her to Richard's bedroom-and it was a force which she couldn't disobey. When she touched him, when her hand made contact with his firm flesh in the warmth and darkness under the sheets, she experienced an almost unbearable pleasure that both excited and terrified the girl. And such a powerful emotion couldn't be denied: not, especially, when its recipient was a hot-blooded, sensual thirteen-year-old…
Lisa knew that her intimate physical relationship with Richard was forbidden. She realised, without ever having received an explicit warning, that to lie in the same bed with her step-brother-to cuddle him and explore his body with her lips and fingers-was wrong and sinful. And, instinctively, she took every precaution to keep their beautiful secret well-guarded from their father and from Miss Wynter, the Governess who had taken care of them since they were both ten years old.
Sleepily, Richard turned in the bed and slowly opened his eyes. He sighed, responding to the pressure of Lisa's arm-which had now slipped around his waist-by moving more closely to the girl.
“I didn't except you tonight", he whispered, his lips almost brushing his step-sister's, his hand-automatically and without shame-passing from his own leg, where it had been resting in a curled position against his thigh, onto Lisa's hip. “You didn't give me the special signal, did you?”
“Sshh!” Lisa put her forefinger quickly over his mouth. “Don't talk! I told you before-it spoils everything!”
She snuggled forward until their bodies were tightly together, closing her eyes and quickly working her hand under Richard's pyjama jacket so that she could touch the bare flesh of his back. Her finger fell away from his lips, and this hand began to caress the boy's face: moving lightly across his nose, his eyes and his cheeks as if she were blind and could only discern his features by touch. Richard grew hot and breathless. His mouth was dry and he ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them, as Lisa's finger caressed the soft, sensitive skin which had not yet begun to grow whiskers. Gently but insistently, she pushed at his shoulder and urged him to lie on his back. The narrow single bed creaked as Richard shifted his weight-and the boy and girl froze for an instant: the slight sound greatly amplified to their nervous ears. Then, as the complete silence of the house continued, Lisa slid her hand onto Richard's chest and unbuttoned his jacket. He quivered as she stroked the bared flesh, her fingers exploring with a curious quality of expectation-as if she had never before touched him…
The tiny bumps of his nipples were brought to erection by his step-sister's fondling; and then she passed her hand further down the front of his body, reaching the obstruction of his pyjama cord and tugging at it until the knot came loose. The white cord fell away from Richard's belly, leaving his stomach partially bare-only the long vent of his pyjama-opening keeping the boy's abdomen and genitals concealed. Lisa put her face against his shoulder. She pressed her mouth into the warm crook of his neck, her lips parting and planting hot, inexpert kisses on the skin which made Richard stir uneasily beside her; his head squirming from side to side under the tickling but pleasant sensations she was giving to him.
The front of Lisa's body was now thrust tightly against her half-brother's. She pressed her tiny, just budding breasts to the side of his body, pushing forward with her tummy to make it flatten against his hip; and her thighs' opened, sandwiching the boy's nearest leg between their warm softness and feeling his hard young muscle throbbing slightly, making her loins grow hot and strangely itchy.
Moving her hand now as if she was gliding through a beautiful, slow-motion dream, Lisa placed her palm on Richard's nude belly. The flesh contracted and the muscles tightened, his body stiffening as if it dreaded the imminent caress but could do nothing to repel it. Lisa made a choked, muffled cry against Richard's neck, her breath sobbing hotly as she slid her fingers over the fair down of his crotch and closed them around the boy's half-erect penis.
The young prick was still maturing, its flesh only just beginning to widen and lengthen to full-size; yet it could attain, and could thicken to a considerable width if it was handled properly. She tightened her fingers around the middle of the shaft and began to squeeze it in a slow, painstaking rhythm: clenching and unclenching her hand until Richard's cock swelled proudly and pulsed in a strong, urgently beating erection. Now that it was jerking so vigorously, Lisa relaxed her frigging and started to explore the shaft with the tips of her fingers. She began at the top, feeling with a sense of awe and wonder the easily adjustable foreskin that could slide over the pointed crown and stretch down almost, it seemed, to the hilt of her step-brother's exciting dickie…
Lisa could never grow tired of handling his sex. She had realised many months ago that there were so many different things she could do to it: the cock would obey every urging of her fingers, bending this way and that-springing freely back into an upright position each time she twisted the length so that it rubbed briefly against Richard's thigh-all the time throbbing in that wonderful, powerful rhythm that sent tingles of pleasure along her hand and through her body. It was so different from her own, useless little slit, Lisa thought ruefully. Although it was nice to fondle, her sex didn't have the same attraction for the girl; it seemed so limited, so incapable of being examined as thoroughly as a boy's long, thick member. So far, Lisa hadn't discovered the breathtaking possibilities which her clitoris offered to her…
But she knew that Richard loved to feel her sticky hole, and she could feel that his excitement was reaching an urgent peak; his hips thrusting up and down, his breath short and almost asthmatic in its deep, urgent panting. Generously, Lisa eased her body away from his and knelt up on the bed with her hand stretched out so that she could continue to pet and stroke his prick. Then, her body caught by the pale rays of moonlight, she guided Richard's fingers to the front of her nightgown and waited while he feverishly unfastened the long row of buttons.
When the pink cotton nightie was loose enough, Lisa shrugged her shoulders quickly and made the garment slide down in a swift rustling to her knees. She took her step-brother's hand again, this time holding his wrist and steering his fingers teasingly between the small, barely prominent swells of her young breasts. He made no attempt to fondle her teats until Lisa herself, feeling a sharp stirring of desire in her nipples, rubbed his hand urgently over them and pinched his forefinger and thumb securely around the base of one throbbing, pearl-hard titty.
A glorious but only dimly understood emotion flooded through the girl as Richard squeezed her teat more and more tightly. She found it impossible to keep her eyes open, a heaviness stealing over the lids and a terrible, overwhelming lust making her body tremble with hot and cold shivers. Lisa abruptly jerked Richard's hand down to her loins. She felt the stiff fingers bringing an instant relief to the itching there-and urged her thighs more widely apart so that they could press upwards and scratch freely against the wet, plump lips which curved so pleadingly beneath her crotch.
Lisa released her breath with a shuddering moan of pleasure. Two of Richard's fingers had begun to sink inwards: riding, digging thrusting into the juicy slit that ached so urgently-forcing the little flaps aside and penetrating the red hole in a rough manner which brought tears to the girl's eyes as she felt his nails scratching too sharply against her tender inner flesh.
But it didn't matter! The pain meant nothing to her while she was in this state of excitement! Lisa clenched her teeth and pushed her hips forward, pressing her loins down at the same time so that Richard's fingers could slide deeply into her hungry, unfucked vagina. She knew that she had to control her excitement for fear that her cries would rouse either her father or Miss Wynter from sleep, but Lisa couldn't hold back the heartfelt moans of pleasure which bubbled to her lips as Richard dipped his two fingers in and out of her cunt. They seemed to inspire her step-brother to an even more vigorous assault on her pussy, for he began to frig more passionately than ever-whipping his hand up and down, while his thumb (crooked outside the slit and pressing into Lisa's practically hairless pubis) dug firmly into her warm, moist cunt-mound and worked backwards and forwards across the hard little bone.
But when the itching in her sex had subsided, Lisa no longer felt quite so abandoned. Despite their long hours of intimacy, the young couple had never discovered the more exquisite pleasures they could exchange by advanced stimulation of each other's genitals. Their petting was severely limited, with Richard the most fortunate partner… for Lisa, by some strange quirk in her otherwise sophisticated nature, hadn't realised that she, too, could enjoy the ultimate bliss which she about to provide for her step-brother…
Forcing her eyes open, the girl fell forward until she was crouched over Richard's naked belly with her face close to his penis. The sudden movement dislodged his hand from her loins, but neither of them cared about this abrupt end to his frigging; Richard sliding his hand free of Lisa's body and pushing the lower half of his body up from the bed as she pounced like a famished cat, lips open wide, on the red shaft of his cock.
The small but violently agitated crown slipped into her mouth, sucked tightly inwards by his step-sister's greedy tongue-which protruded from her lips as she darted it from side to side of the quivering rod. Richard lay back with his head twisting to and fro on the rumpled pillow. He felt the sensitive meat of his sex being squeezed as if it was compressed between a wet, clinging vice: the pressure around his knob increasing as Lisa worked her mouth up and down its throbbing length and gnawed on the stiff gristle with her sucking lips.
A fierce pain raged in his loins now, an awful premonition of overwhelming disaster gripping his mind as the savage movement of his hips increased and Richard rammed his adolescent tool harder and harder between Lisa's teeth. It was going to burst! He knew that his penis would explode at any moment… Panic seized him, but he couldn't stop thrusting and thrusting-feeling the hot moisture dripping from the girl's mouth and the panting rhythm of her breath on his prick-while her head bobbed urgently up and down.
“Aaahh!” He screwed his hands into the loosened under sheets, trying to stifle the agonised cry which gave vent to his feelings. Something was happening-that special, incredible something that heralded release and ecstasy…
Richard suddenly held still, his lean buttocks clenched and raised off the bed, suffering the tension which racked his body and waiting out those precious, glorious moments while the tickling in his cock reached its crescendo, then found relief in a pissing that was too thick for urine-too thrilling to be a wet dream…
As the hot fluid hit the roof of her mouth, Lisa moaned and gasped alternately: swallowing the sticky nectar between sighs of intense pleasure, holding the rigid stick tightly in her lips while it ejaculated and marvelling again at its power to eject such a wonderful stream of sweet-tasting liquid. If only her stupid little sex could do the same! Lisa quickly forgot her disappointment and concentrated on wringing the last drop of thick dew from Richard's penis. Her mouth fondled the pulsing weapon, urging it to splash just one final trickle onto her tongue, and she continued to hold it possessively between her lips until the staff began to lose its wonderful power and diminished to a limp, but still exciting plaything.
Murmuring inarticulate words of praise to the exhausted boy, she finally eased her mouth away from his tool and kissed it a temporary farewell. “Until tomorrow, my darling!” Lisa whispered, not to Richard directly, but to his sex. “You're mine, aren't you? You belong to Lisa-and I'll come to see you very soon, my precious dickie! But now you must keep snug and warm…” She tenderly tucked the wet penis into Richard's pyjama trousers and pulled them up around her step-brother's hips. “I don't want you to catch cold, so I must look after you properly, mustn't I?”
Crooning as if she were talking to one of her dolls, Lisa slowly and: reluctantly climbed from the bed and buttoned her nightdress up: her eyes fixed upon the slight bulge at Richard's crotch, her lips moving almost soundlessly. Then, kissing him quickly on the lips, she stole from the room; moving cautiously back down the stairs, along the corridor and gaining the safety of her own bedroom without incident.
Although it was now nearly three o'clock in the morning, Lisa remained awake for some time-smiling serenely at the blue pattern on the ceiling and savoring the strong after-taste of creamy spunk which still clung to the inside of her mouth…