Clark jerked erect as he heard the door click open and shut at the garage entrance to his private pad. There was a light thudding of bare heels across the kitchen and then Tannsy appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, tiny and cute and holding a serving tray against her middle.
"Hi," she said, "you mind if I eat breakfast out here with you? It's too quiet in the house with everybody gone."
"Well, hi, sweet thing. Sure, bring it on over. I already had breakfast, but I was just wishing I had somebody to watch the game with."
"Hah. Knowing you, I'll bet it wasn't any sister you were wishing for."
"Well, so how about we pretend you're not my sister, then? Gad, I thought for a minute it was Mother standing there. You look so much like her now you're growing up."
"What in the world would Mama be doing out here?"
"Oh, she comes out to rap once in a while. But I couldn't figure out for a minute how she could be standing there and be on her way to Miami, too. Here, we can plug in the coffee right here and I'll have some of that with you."
Tannsy lay back, half against the Hollywood headboard of the bed and half against her brother. Clark slipped his arm around her, sniffing the clean fragrance of her hair which came barely past his shoulder. He turned his attention to the ball game while Tannsy crunched contentedly at her cereal.
Tannsy popped a sudden laugh, shaking her tummy and slopping milk from the bowl on her knees. "You know, Clarkie?" she said. "We really are more like a husband and wife than a brother and sister, aren't we?"
"Well, fr chris'sakes," Clark laughed. "What you been reading now that brought all that on?"
"Nothing about that. I just heard Miz Compton saying it the other day. To Mama. Because you and me like each other so much like most brothers and sisters don't, she says. But we are, anyway, aren't we? The way we always do things together like a husband and wife?"
"We do-o things together like a husband and wife, hey baby??"
"Sure, like- Oh-h." Tannsy's face tinged pink as she jabbed an elbow into Clark's ribs. "You know what I mean, you big dummy. Like we re together all the time. And like I cook for you a lot when Mama and Erma're both gone and now we're even having breakfast in bed together?"
Clark chuckled, giving his sister a squeeze. "If you say so, baby. Hey, I thought you were spending the weekend with Lorene Wilson."
"I was. I am. I'm going over right after practice but I wanted to stay home until Mama took out for Miami."
"Get your stuff packed and I'll drive you over after the game."
"Aah, you don't have to do that. I can carry it easy when we go to practice. I think I'll come home anyway so you don't have to be here all alone."
"Aah, 't's okay. Don't worry 'bout it."
Tannsy gave her brother a sideways grin. "You prob'ly won't be alone all that long anyway, will you, Soop-perstar? All those girlfriends you got screaming to… do it with you all the time."
"Hey-y, you idiot. I don't bring girls here."
"Ah-h, I know you don't, baby. You got this cat pad all rigged out just for your little ol'solitary self. Like you got the TV there at the foot of the bed n-not so the only place a girl could watch it from would be right here on the bed with you, right? And you put that sexy psych light up there on the ceiling just because you like blue light? And you live out here like the family chauffeur when you've got a perfectly good bedroom in the house just because you v-vant to be a-lone, hey, baby?"
"Well, so I do like being out here by myself. What's wrong with that?"
"Yes-s, dear-r. I'm only fifteen years old so I don't know what it's all about and, of course, I'm blind, too. I never see Gayle Jennings sneaking in here through the back door like from the swimming pool, or Buffy Durham or Bobbi Denton or Debbie Leonard or-"
"H ey-y, what's with the roll call, you dum-dum? Since when have you started sneaking on me?"
"Come on, Clarkie! It doesn't take any great huge brain to figure out what you and some girl are doing in here alone together. You may not talk about it, but th-they are al-ways bragging about ma-king it with the great Soop-perstar, Clarkie Flet-cher. Like Buffy Durham and Ronnie Lee Sheridan both-th getting their cherries popped by the great lover and both-th at the same ti-ime, yet. Y~e Gods."
"Aah, you're just jealous."
"Damn right. I wish somebody'd start making it with the Little Fletcher Superstar so I could find out what it's like, too. Or I wish I had the guts to make somebody."
"Grow up a little, nobody'll be able to keep their hands off you. Luscious little broad like you?"
"Even you?"
"Especially me. If-f you weren't my sister, of course."
"Darn you. Why do you always gotta put an if on something interesting like that? Hey, how 'bout we figure out some way to divorce a brother and sister from being brother and sister so they can make out together like other kids if they want to. It'd be so-o convenient, don'tcha know."
"Hey-y, right on, baby. Maybe we could get the Old Man to legislate some new law or something, hey?"
Tannsy sniffed an intimate little grin, twisting against Clark to put her empty cereal bowl on the headboard of the bed. Her robe stretched tight on one side and popped open on the other. One of her perky little breasts pushed her frilly nightgown out like a little green puffball.
Clark jerked his eyes away as Tannsy caught him looking. Tannsy's cheeks went pink again but, to Clark's great surprise, she didn't tease him about sneaking a peek. A sudden strange quietness came over her as her own eyes dropped. She swallowed almost audibly and then, with an impatient flick of one shoulder that said "pee on it" more plainly than her husky voice would have said it, snuggled down against her brother, stretching her legs out full length along his, nestling her head into his shoulder hollow and throwing an arm companionably across his stomach. Her robe fell completely open and two perfect nickel-size shadows showed dark and enticing against the hazy greenish-white roundnesses under her nightgown. Two tiny nipples poked like ends of fingers at the filmy material.
Clark caught the faint aroma of fresh young turned-on virgin cunt and his cock rose from rapidly stiffening to instant-on, full-blown stallion hard. Quickly, he crossed his legs to keep it hidden.
"Hey, Clarkie?" Tannsy blurted into the awkward silence, "what do they mean when they say good or not good? I mean, I never heard not good but I always thought you'd-you know, just do it and that would be that."
"I dunno. I guess it makes it better when you play around a lot before you do it."
"Ah! You mean love play like it says in Mama's marriage manual?"
"Good God, you've read even that??"
"Not all of it yet but I remember it says you're supposed to love play a lot first. It doesn't say how to love play, though. How-what is it you do when you love play?"
"I don't think there's any special way you'd do it. They probably mean you just-you know, play around with each other a lot."
"…?"
"…. Like down here!" Clark impulsively brushed his hand across Tannsy's pelvis. Tannsy's body lurched and, instantly, Clark's hand burned to be back on that warm little mound of cunt. He compromised by letting his hand rest supercasually on her lower stomach.
He twisted to reach a cigarette from the headboard of the bed, and his hand dragged Tannsy's shortie nightgown half up her tummy. The bikini bottom pulled tight across her pelvic ridge and Clark could imagine a blurry little patch of darkness through the green chiffon. The two firm lobes of her cunt with the panties drawn up into the exciting girl cleft between them were as sharply outlined as if Tannsy had been naked down there.
Tannsy rolled abruptly to pluck the cigarette out of her brother's mouth. She sucked clumsily at it, replaced it between Clark's lips and blew out a cloudy little puff of smoke along with a suppressed cough. When she had settled back into position, her superwarm behind was half rolled onto Clark's hip and one leg was slightly bent at the knee. Clark's hand was resting on her velvet-soft inner thigh, the edge of his index finger touching against her cunt. Tannsy's breath was coming in shaky little swallowings just like his own.
Clark edged his fingers in, his sightless gaze steady on the television screen. Tannsy inched her legs apart, her own blind stare as rigid as her brother's, and finally all four fingers were pressed into the crotch of the filmy green nightie bottoms. As Clark was putting the cigarette into the ash tray, using the movement as an excuse to slide his fingers hard up her cunt, the feeling of sneaking on Tannsy came on too heavy. He took his hand from between her legs and openly wedged his fingertips under the top elastic of her panties. With her own shivery little sigh, Tannsy sucked her stomach in, frogging her legs frankly open to let Clark's hand cup firmly onto her soft warm bare cunt.
Clark began a gentle stroking with one finger in the sweaty-feeling slit and one on each side of the firm lobes. With each teasing movement, he pulled back far enough to luxuriate in the satin smoothness of Tannsy's silky-soft cunt hair in the cup of his hand.
Tannsy's hips came on in squirming little rolling motions, trying to follow his fingers. "God, Clarkie," she whispered.
"You like?"
"Man-n! Hey, wait-"
Shifting her slumped weight off the elbow in Clark's stomach, Tannsy slipped her hand through the opening in his pajamas. As Clark opened his legs to let his superstiff cock spring loose, Tannsy brought it boldly into the open.
"G-God," she breathed, staring in fascination at the bald-knobbed pillar of hard smooth blue-veined boy bone, "I never knew it got so bi-ig."
Clark laughed jerkily and closed Tannsy's fingers around the throbbing stem. He held her hand under his own and slid the sleeve of skin once down and once up to let Tannsy feel the cross-ridged bone inside with the palm of her own hand. Tannsy quickly picked up the movement for herself.
Twisting his body slightly, Clark replaced his awkward left hand with his more practiced right, cupping it boldly to Tannsy's pulse-thumping snatch. Dropping his middle finger to search out the line of the cleft, he began a gentle prodding, finally getting one finger started into the virgin hole. The taut rolls of flesh closed over the first knuckle of his finger and Tannsy's spastic grip abruptly became stilled on his straining cock.
The second knuckle popped in too quickly and Tannsy's body went rigid against him.
"Yeah," Clark said. "This is dumb."
"No, 't's okay," Tannsy said quickly, clapping a hand over Clark's. "It felt good when you… before you got too rough. Hey, let's pretend we're really doing it while we watch the game, okay? Like Mama'n Daddy that time, remember? That time in the den?"
"Th-they weren't pretending, hey, baby."
"Well-so we won't, either, if you don't want to."
"Hey-y, you little dum-dum. Playing around a little's okay if you want, but let's don't be thinking something dumb."
"Okay, nothing dumb, but wouldn't it be great if we really could do it together, you and me? We'd really be like married then, wouldn't we, and you wouldn't be able to do it to anybody else bu-ut me."
"…. Neither would you."
"I wouldn't want to."
Tannsy pulled her robe aside, then impatiently wriggled out of it altogether. Flipping her nightie up her back, she backed her warm behind into her brother's belly, raising one leg to reach back and bring his raging cock through. She snugged it tight against her cunt and then reached back to Clark's hip one more time to pull his belly more firmly against her bottom, ending it all with an affectionate little pat on his ass.
"Okay?" she said. "Hey, wait. I want to take my pants off so I can feel it against it. Yours, too, okay?"
"Isn't this great, Clarkie?" she said a moment later, throwing a happy grin over her shoulder. "Just like it used to be, hey?"
"N-not exactly like it used to be, hey, baby."
"No? How's it different?"
"It doesn't feel different to you? We fit a lot better for one thing. And your fanny's softer. And warmer. And bigger."
"Bi-igger-r!"
"Well, I meant nice bigger."
"I know something else got bigger, too, hey."
Tannsy grinned slyly, wrinkling her nose. Abruptly she spun within the circle of her brother's arms, reaching one hand between their bodies to recapture his stick between her warm thighs and then hugging her tiny body tight against him. The stiff points of her hard young breasts burned tiny round holes through his pajama top.
"I want to watch your face while we do it," she whispered huskily. "It's… like beautiful."
Clark burst into laughter. "Beautiful!!"
"Well, whatever you say for a guy's face. Handsome?? Y-Yluck. To me, it's beautiful. All red-like but not embarrassed red, you know? And all softlike?"
"Yours is like that, too."
"It prob'ly is. I feel like that all over. Hey, you remember how we used to do it in the bathtub when we were little? Hey, I wanna see what that would be like now it's got so big, okay?"
Tannsy scrambled to her feet to stoop astraddle of her brother's hips. Excitedly wiggling her soft bottom to part his legs, she seated herself within the circle with her heels on each side of his waist, innocently exposing the most beautiful little cunt he had ever seen to the brother's avid view. The delicate mantle of golden-auburn cunt hair emphasized rather than hid the pouting lobes. The lobes themselves blushed a dusky pink color in gentle contrast to the brilliant white of Tannsy's inner thighs, forming, even with Tannsy's legs spread so widely, a solid unbroken line from a point somewhere above the tiny brown dot of her asshole to the softly rounded ledge of her pelvic ridge where an extra little tag of flesh inserted itself.
Her eager hands shaking wildly all of a sudden, Tannsy reached for the throbbing pillar of her brother's cock, bunting the glaring red head against the pinky-tan lobes of her dainty cunt, clumsily hitting the unbroken line too far down the slit. Instinctively her hips rolled forward and the point of the big dick slid upwards to dent into a soft little cup just beneath the ledge of her pelvic ridge.
A deep flush swept over Tannsy's face and she caught her lower lip between her teeth as her tummy collapsed with the intensity of the feeling in her cunt. As her hips rolled back, the inside skin of her cunt stuck flaccidly to the dry head of Clark's dick, letting go with sharp tingling points of unendurable torture. It took all the lip-biting will power he could muster to keep from slapping his hands to the soft cheeks of his tiny sister's bottom and rolling his own hips forward to ram that throbbing sonof-a-bitch into her as far as it would go.
"G-God!" Tannsy whispered. She abruptly tipped her body forward to see but the hem of her nightgown bellied out in front of her. Impatiently, she whipped her nightgown aside but the instant she released it to get her hand back on the warm length of cock, it again fell forward to block her view.
"Darn it," she cried, and without a second thought, threw both hands behind herself to whisk the nightgown over the sexy tangle of her goldenauburn hair.
Clark gulped as Tannsy's hard little apple breasts quivered so suddenly into his sight, the tips of both straining outwards and upwards like tiny pink feelers searching for some elusive something they couldn't yet define.
Tannsy caught his surprised look as she tossed the cloud of green chiffon over the side of the bed. "What's the matter?" she asked quickly.
"Nothing. I was just… looking at your breasts. They're so much nicer than I ever thought they'd be whenever I saw you dressed."
"You think so?? I never thought I had all that much. Compared to like Gayle Jennings's or Virginia Compton's? Or even Carmie Reiner's?"
"Well, hell, none of them are sweet and tiny all over like you are. I've never seen anybody's-s-like f-fit so perfect to their bodies like yours do. Everything about you fits everything else so-It's like fantastic, you know? You're like a perfect woman all over except you're tiny."
A bright smile swept over Tannsy's pretty face. "I'm glad you-u think so anyway," she said happily. The abrupt squirming of her hips almost drove the stiff point of his cock into her wide open cunt. Clark quickly swiveled his hips sideways, rudely dumping his tiny sister to the bed.
"Hey-y," Tannsy protested, "I wanted to do that some more. It felt good."
"No way," Clark said sternly. "We almost really did it. It almost went in."
"Would've been okay with me, hey. -Okay, okay, I know. Nothing dumb. So I liked it better when we were touching all over anyway, didn't you?"
Tannsy's nimble fingers raced over the buttons of her brother's pajama top. She rolled against him, again slipping her tiny warm hand between their bodies to encircle the base of his dick, her fingertips feathering curiously along the soft canal on the underside of it. She giggled suddenly.
"At least it didn't bend over like when we used to try-y to make it go in, hey?" she said. "God, I'm so w-wet down here, Clarkie. Is that all from me or does your thing do that, too?"
"It's from you. The girl always-"
"…. The girl always what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"Hey-y, come on, Clarkie. When did you and me ever not tell each other something?"
"… Right on, honey, I'm sorry.-The girl always gets real wet and slippery down there so the guy's thing'll… well, like slide into it easy."
"Well, so… sli-ide it on in then, hey?"
"Hey, knock it off, Tannsy. You know we can't go that far. You're still my s-sister even if we are… like we shouldn't even be doing."
"Oh, pee on sister. Anyway you said we re pretending I'm not your sister this one-" Tannsy clapped a hand to Clark's hip, thrusting herself hard against him. "No, don't get away. Please. I'll be good, I promise, only let's do this some more. This can't hurt anything, can it?"
Clark pulled Tannsy hard against himself for a moment, then, with a brief mental struggle, blanked his mind against the hard tips of her breasts boring twin holes into his chest. He lay carefully motionless save for his hand caressing her warm behind but his mind refused to stay blank for long against the moist thighs fucking the foreskin back and forth on his giantsize cock, the smooth rippling of the muscles in her behind going soft and firm by turns as Tannsy moved, and the warm little cotton bolster of her hand caressing the cheek of his own tingling ass.
The sweaty little smacking sounds suddenly ceased as Tannsy hunched her hips and slipped her hand between them to pull the big exciting cock more tightly against her slippery cunt. And then more tightly with each stroking. Little by little her body shifted backwards until she was frankly rubbing herself along the full length of the big exciting cock and then bunting her cunt against the end of it.
Watching Clark's face at first but quickly losing herself to this new pleasure, her toying fingers began sliding the rubbery point back and forth along the solid slit of her cunt, her lithe little gymnast body gradually shuffling around until her bottom thigh was tight along her tummy, the ankle fitted snugly under Clark's side. Biting her lip in concentration, Tannsy hooked her other heel behind her brother's knee and her hips began to come on in instinctive little rolling motions as she searched for the place that big warm wonderful thing was supposed to go into.
Clark stiffened warningly but Tannsy quickly silenced him with jittery fingertips pressed against his mouth. "Just a little bit?" she pleaded shakily. "Please?"
Clark felt his cock nestle into the dimple of Tannsy's cunt and then, to his great surprise, he felt the slippery lobes begin to spread against the blunt end. There was a little thunk feeling, suddenly, and a breath stealing feeling of shimmering wet heat around the head of his dick, and then the firm rolls of girl flesh snapped around the shoulder rim, snug and tight as a pair of rolled rubber bands.
Tannsy's eyes popped wide open. "I thought it'd be too big to go in," she chortled.
"I did, too. I couldn't hardly even get my finger in it a little while ago. Didn't it hurt?"
"N-not really hurt, no. It felt kinda funny for a minute but now it's really great. Like a great big warm-m-rubber ball, you know? it feel good for you, too?"
"Oh man, honey, like wi-ild!"
"Well, whyn'tcha- Oh nuts, Clarkie, why don't you go ahead and sli-ide it on in one time, okay? Just one time, okay? No, wait. I wanna see what it looks like first."
Tannsy curled her upper body over and Clark arched his backwards so they could both see the solid bone bridge curving over between their bodies, the end of it anchored so tightly in the overstuffed lips of Tannsy's cunt.
"God," Tannsy breathed. "We really did it, didn't we? I never thought that huge thing would really go in there."
"You sure it's not hurting you, Tann? You look like you're… about to split clear apart or something or like your whole belly's full of it or something."
"No-o, I told you. It feels… like fantastic. God, doesn't it-isn't it-doesn't it make you feel all craazy inside seeing it stuck in me like that? It sure does me-e.
Tannsy gripped inquisitively at the throbbing shaft with hands that felt like two tiny bands of white hot cotton cutting the turgid length of it. Her hands moved gently toward Clark's body and Clark could feel the foreskin of his burgeoning cock stir within the snug chrysalis of the little velvet vise. Tannsy stroked toward her own body and he could feel the same skin piling up against the tight-stretched velvet lobes of the brand new girl hole. He gritted his teeth until his gums ached.
As Tannsy's hands moved toward her own crotch, the heel of her hand brushed across the point of her supererected clitoris. Her breath caught in a sharp hiss. Her hands tightened convulsively on the big prod between their bodies and her hips swiveled against it, wedging the bulging head a tiny bit further into the tight-clinging grip of her wet little hotbox. Her pretty little pixie face bloomed with a look of surprised voluptuousness that hollowed Clark's stomach from the top of his swirling head to the tip of his suddenly catatonic cock.
His hips lurched in spite of himself and suddenly the boiling in his gut was beyond his control. He lunged at Tannsy from sideways but her satin smooth hip slipped away from his sweating hand and Tannsy's tiny body went skidding backwards across the slippery silk bedsheet, the head of his dick still stuck in her cunt. He thrust an arm behind her hips, scrambling desperately, and finally got on top of her. In a blind stupor, he stabbed his enormous rigid supercock at the brand new, never-used, virgin cunt laid out so wide open for him to take, vaguely feeling her tummy collapse as Tannsy tried suddenly to cringe away from him. Vaguely, he was aware of a tearing sensation in front of the ballooning head of his dick and of Tannsy's strangled squeal and of her head lashing no, no, no, against the headboard of the bed. But then he was hammering deep, deep, and deeper into the soulscorching heat of the whimpering little body and he was aware of nothing but his own body melting into one huge prick and then exploding, blasting his whole goddam life into the tiny tiny girl hole he was driving the spurting prick into.