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Subject: STORY: Spelunkers (M/F,inc,con)
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Date: Tue, 24 Sep 1996 08:34:40 GMT






        WARNING: The following story contains explicit descriptions of
        sex and involves an incestuous relationship.   Because of that,
        it is intended only for adult readers. If you are offended by
        stories with such content, please read no further.  If you are
        a minor, please delete this file.

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                               SPELUNKERS
                        A Story of Incestous Sex
                             By Day Dreamer

        After a great deal of arm-twisting, my sister Bonnie and I
        agreed to attend a family reunion with our parents.  We had
        attended reunions before, and to put it mildly, found them
        about as interesting as watching paint dry.  Bonnie and I were
        always the only young people there, and all the conversations
        about things that happened years before we were born just about
        bored us out of our gourds.  Even so, out of love and loyalty
        for our parents, we agreed to go one more time.

        At nineteen, just two years younger than I, Bonnie is a very
        attractive young lady.  Well, no, that's not so--she's more
        than just attractive--she's beautiful.  With short blonde hair,
        blue eyes, and a figure that would give a mummy a hard-on,
        she's a one-hundred-percent knock-out.  If she hadn't been my
        sister, I would have lusted after her day and night.  (That
        statement's not entirely accurate, either.  In truth, I
        secretly hungered for her even though she was my sister: I just
        didn't show it or let anyone know how I felt. In more erotic
        fantasies than I can count, I've explored every inch of
        Bonnie's gorgeous body and have made love to her in every
        conceivable position.  The old brother-sister taboo, though,
        kept me from attempting to turn fantasy into real life.)

        Just as we expected, the reunion was no different from those in
        the past.  The whole clan was there with tents and campers,
        ready for a weekend of familial fun.  Mom and Dad had pulled a
        camper for us to stay in, and Bonnie and I had come in my car.
        Just like at previous reunions, other than Bonnie and I, the
        youngest person there was in his forties.  Because of that, it
        didn't take long for the two of us to start looking for
        something to do that was more interesting than listening to
        family tales we had already heard several times.

        Bonnie told me that while we were at the last reunion she had
        found a cave located in a cliff only about half a mile from the
        reunion grounds.  Over the past several year, Bonnie had
        developed an interest in spelunking and suggested that we slip
        away from the crowd and explore the cave.  Crawling around in a
        musty old cave didn't particularly appeal to me, but it did
        seem more interesting than the boring alternatives.  After I
        got a flashlight from the car, Bonnie and I left without
        telling anyone where we were going.

        The cave turned out to be much larger than I had expected.  We
        could walk in it without having to stoop and before long we had
        explored quite deeply into its passages.  Even though we came
        to several branches along the way, neither of us were worried--
        we had the flashlight and were confident we could easily
        retrace our steps.  After a while, we grew a little tired and
        decided to stop and rest a few moments.  We were inside a small
        room and sat down on a smooth flat rock that was in its middle.
        The room slanted off to one side where there was a deep, wide
        fissure.  We agreed that with holes like that it might be
        dangerous to proceed further, and we decided to return to the
        outside.  As we stood up, Bonnie dropped the flashlight.  We
        both watched sickenly as it cast crazy light patterns on the
        wall and rolled toward the deep fissure.  I made a grab for it,
        but was too late.  We could hear the echoes of its bouncing
        down the hole and knew it was lost forever.  Stygian darkness
        surrounded us, and we were unable to see even our fingers right
        in front of our eyes.

        "Oh, God," Bonnie moaned.  "It's so dark.  I can't see a
        thing."  I felt her hands clutch me as she wrapped her arms
        around me and drew her body up close to mine.  With a catch of
        fright in her voice, she whispered, "What are we going to do,
        Jimmy?  With all those holes around here, I'm afraid to try to
        grope our way out in the dark."

        "Yeah, me too," I said.  "Our best bet is to just stay put
        right here until somebody finds us.  After a few hours they'll
        miss us and send out a search party.  About the worse that can
        happen is that we'll get a little hungry and thirsty."  I
        wrapped my arms around her and held her even closer to me.  I
        wasn't sure how she had reacted to my words, so I tried to
        convey comfort through physical contact.  I hadn't really
        convinced myself of the truth of my words, but I didn't want
        Bonnie to know how uncertain I felt.  Being her big brother, I
        felt I needed to put on a good front.

        We sat there like that for a long time, silence surrounding us.
        I was acutely aware of the pressure of Bonnie's full, soft
        breast pressing against my arm, and even under our present
        circumstances, couldn't help but feel arousal from the contact
        of her flesh with mine.  Though I fought against it, my cock
        began to swell and come erect.  I mentally chastised myself for
        having such a perverted reaction to my sister, but the years of
        secret hungering for her wouldn't be denied.  The heat of her
        thigh pressed against mine and the sensuous feeling generated
        from our bodies held tightly against each other caused my
        arousal to climb higher and higher.

        Bonnie broke the silence by saying, "We didn't tell anyone
        where we were going.  How will people know to look for us
        in this cave?  Oh, God, Jimmy, what if they don't look for us
        here.  We can die in this place."

        With a bravado I really didn't feel, I replied, "Bonnie, our
        folks know about your interest in spelunking.  Don't worry,
        it's just a matter of time before somebody thinks to come look
        for us here."

        Seemingly satisfied, Bonnie lapsed into another long silence.
        Then, very quietly, she said, "You know, Jimmy, if we do die in
        here there's one thing I really regret."

        I squeezed her tightly and said, "Bonnie, quit thinking such
        morbid thoughts.  Just relax, we're not even close to dying."

        "I just hope you're right," she said, her voice revealing she
        was unconvinced.

        "Even though we're not going to die, what's this big regret you
        have?" I asked, trying to tease away some of her anxiety.

        "I'm sorry I...um...well, I'm sorry I haven't ever...uh...you
        know...made it with a guy."

        "You've never had sex?  You're still a virgin?"

        "Yeah, I'm still a virgin.  Isn't that something?  Oh, Jimmy,
        I'm afraid we're going to die in here, and I'll never get to
        find out if sex is as good as all my girlfriends say it is.
        God, Jimmy, I don't want to die and still be a virgin."

        I was surprised and taken aback by her words.  I had never
        considered the possibility of Bonnie's still being a virgin.
        With her being as vivacious and pretty as she was, I assumed
        that some lucky boy had stolen her feminine treasure long ago.
        Actually, I thought she was far more sexually active than I was
        and probably made love to boys on a regular basis.  Finding my
        assumptions were wrong filled me with an expanded feeling of
        love for my little sister and made me feel even more protective
        of her.

        I felt other, far different, emotions, also.  The arousal I had
        already experienced rose even higher, and I felt an intense
        desire to be the one who took her virginity, who first explored
        all the sexual delights of her nubile little body.  Her
        confession that she wanted to have a boy plumb the depths of
        her virgin vagina and make her a woman in every sense only
        intensified my desire for her.  As these thoughts fanned the
        flames of my secret fantasy, my cock grew completely rigid and
        hard.  I knew it was bulging out the front of my tennis shorts
        and was thankful for the darkness, relieved that Bonnie
        couldn't see how she was affecting me.

        "Bonnie, we are NOT going to die!" I said emphatically, forcing
        the perverted thoughts and desires from my mind.

        "But it COULD happen, couldn't it?"

        I wrapped my arms more tightly about her and replied, "Well,
        it's possible for ANYTHING to happen, but the odds of THAT
        happening are awfully long."

        Bonnie snuggled up closer to me and I could feel her hand move
        between my legs, to the area between my thighs.  She stroked
        her fingers up and down, moving them lightly over my sensitive
        skin.  With her mouth close to my ear, she whispered, "Even if
        the odds are in our favor, I still don't want to take a chance.
        Jimmy, I know we're brother and sister and we aren't supposed
        to do such things, but will you make love to me?  Will you take
        my virginity and let me find out what sexual love is like?"

        Now I really was taken aback.  Even as aroused as I was, all I
        could say was, "God, Bonnie, do you know what you're asking?"

        "Yes, I know exactly what I'm asking.  I'm asking you to forget
        I'm your sister, to just pretend I'm one of your girlfriends
        and love me the way you would one of them.  Jimmy, I'm asking
        you to fuck me, to fuck me and make a woman of me."  With those
        words, her hand moved up and made contact with the bulge my
        cock was making in the front of my shorts.  She gasped when she
        felt my hardness and said, "Oh, God, you're hard right now,
        aren't you?"  She stoked her fingers up and down the length of
        my shaft and softly asked, "You want to do it, too, don't you?"

        The sensation of her hand stroking my cock was so pleasurable
        I almost moaned aloud.  The darkness seemed to enhance the
        touch, and if possible, to make it even more erotic.  My answer
        came out in almost a hiss.  "Yeessss, oh yes!  You're the most
        sexy and beautiful girl I know, and you can tell from where you
        hand is that I'd be lying if I said I didn't.  But you're my
        sister."

        "Please, Jimmy, no one is ever going to know.  I really need
        you to do this for me."  She groped for my hand, and after
        finding it, placed it on her breast.  "See, my boobs feel just
        like those of any other girl, don't they?  It's completely dark
        and you can pretend I'm just one of your girlfriends.  God, how
        I've envied those girls you take out.  One of them told me what
        a great lover you are, and I got so jealous I wanted to snatch
        her hair out."

        "Jealous?  What do you mean?"

        "I mean just exactly what it sounds like I mean.  I would never
        tell you this if we weren't in this situation, but I've had a
        secret fantasy for years now of you and me making out.  God,
        Jimmy, I've even thought about your being the one who would
        take my virginity.  I guess maybe it was the secret hope that
        it would be you that has kept me a virgin.  Anyway, when Lisa
        told me how good you were, I got just plain out and out
        jealous."  She laughed wryly and said, "That's a perverted way
        for a sister to act, isn't it?  Are you shocked?"

        "No, but I am surprised.  I never imagined you felt that way
        about me.  You haven't shown even a trace of your feelings."

        "Well, I figured if I did it would shock you to death, that you
        would think I'm some kind of weirdo or something.  You're
        really not shocked?  Really and truly?"

        "No, and since it's true confession time, I guess I need to
        admit that the reason I'm not shocked is that I'm just as bad
        as you are.  Bonnie, I've had sexual yearnings for you ever
        since you reached puberty.  I've wanted to make love to you far
        more than I ever did with any of the girls I've taken out.  In
        my mind, you're far more beautiful and desirable than any of
        them."  I gave her breast a gentle squeeze and said, "Now I
        guess it's your turn to be shocked."

        In a soft little voice, Bonnie said, "Shocked?  Yeah, sort of.
        But shocked good, not bad.  What I really am is glad."   She
        renewed her touching of my cock and said, "Oh, God, I'm more
        than glad.  I'm happy, happy that you feel the same way I do."
        She squeezed my cock and said, "I'm one more thing, too: I'm...
        I'm just plain horny.  Oh, God, I've never felt this horny
        before in my whole life.  I'm even starting to make my panties
        wet."

        I could hardly believe the way Bonnie was coming on.  I had
        fantasized about our doing what we were doing now, but those
        fantasies were the stuff of dreams, nothing I could ever hope
        to actually experience.  Now Bonnie was telling me she had the
        same sort of feelings about me, and not only that, she wanted
        me to turn my fantasies into reality by making love to her, by
        being the first boy to explore the depths of her virgin pussy.
        My cock jerked as I visualized it's penetrating the hot, wet
        well hidden between her legs.  The image flamed my lust, and I
        wanted to make it into reality.  Suddenly, the fact that Bonnie
        was my sister was no longer important.  Even though I knew I
        might feel guilty later about taking advantage of the
        situation, I had the chance now to live out my fantasies.  It
        was an opportunity I might never get again, and I surrendered
        my resistance, surrendered by body wholly to her desires.

        Although I was enjoying the feel of my hand on her breast, I
        knew I would even more enjoy exploring inside her panties and
        finding out just how wet she was getting.  Slowly, I moved my
        hand down, tracing a path down to her most feminine spot, that
        secret area hidden away at the juncture of her thighs.  I moved
        my hand down to her waist and then over the little swell of her
        belly.  When I came to the vee between her legs, she spread her
        thighs apart, giving my hand free access to explore everything
        it found there.

        I moved my hand down to the inside of one of her thighs and
        ran my fingertips in light strokes over her smooth skin.
        Moving upward, my fingers came to the bottom of the loose-
        fitting running shorts she had on.  I crept my fingers up into
        the leg hole and sought out the evidence of arousal she had
        described, the wetness of a woman experiencing sexual excite-
        ment.  The realization that I had my hand inside my sister's
        shorts right next to her vagina, that I was making my erotic
        fantasies come true, made my hand tremble and my breathing
        become labored.  Delving in a little further, my fingers came
        to the silken fabric of her panties.  The finger tips were
        right on top of the tightly stretched span covering her vulva,
        and I pressed them in and ran them up and down the indentation
        they found there.  Bonnie moaned softly in reaction to the
        contact and thrust her hips up toward my exploring hand.  The
        fabric covering her pussy was damp, just as she said it was,
        and she was having as hard a time breathing as I was.  It was
        clearly evident she really WAS sexually aroused and that she
        wanted to do what we were doing just as much as I did.

        I knew the dampness I felt was coming from Bonnie's pussy and
        that all that separated my fingers from that most intimate part
        of her body was the thin barrier of her panties.  I wanted des-
        perately to probe my fingers into that wetness, to feel the
        slipperiness of her furrow, and to put my fingers into the
        virgin orifice I knew would be at its bottom.  Very gently, I
        probed a finger under the elastic of her panty leg and then
        lifting the fabric up, moved my fingers directly onto her
        sexual flesh.  At first, my fingers encountered only the soft
        curls of her pubic hair and the swell of her Mount of Venus.
        Then they came to her woman's furrow, that crease running up
        and down the area between her thighs.  I dipped my fingers into
        her wet slit and lightly stroked her with just my finger tips.
        She thrust her hips up and moaned, "Oh, God, oh, Jimmy,
        ooohhhhh!"

        Bonnie's panties were stretched tight from my hand being under
        them, and she said, "Just a second, let me take my shorts and
        panties off.  There's not enough room with them on.  You take
        your's off, too.  I want to be able to put my hand directly on
        what I've been feeling through your shorts."  I pulled my hand
        out of Bonnie's shorts and stood up and dropped my shorts and
        underwear and stepped out of them.  Rather than put my bare ass
        on the hard cold rock, I put my shorts under me to sit on.  I
        could hear the sound of Bonnie's clothing brushing against her
        legs and suggested she do the same thing with her shorts.  I
        felt her shorts brush against my hip as she laid them down and
        then she was back down alongside me, her hip against mine.  I
        felt her hand grope me along my thigh and she said, "Now, where
        were we before we were interrupted."  Her hand moved up my
        thigh and into my pubic bush.  I felt her fingers brush against
        my cock and then wrap themselves around it.  "Ah, here's where
        I was.  Now you find your spot."

        Not to be outdone, I moved my hand over to her and felt down
        her front until I once more reached her pubis.  Moving lower,
        my fingers moved through the softness of her fur and then into
        the crease between her labial lips.  The inside of her labia
        was slippery with her lubricant and I was able to slide my
        fingers up and down the full length of her furrow.  When I came
        to the little bump of her clitoris, I stopped and ran my finger
        tip in little circles over and around the little nubbin.
        Jerking her hips from the contact, she murmured, "Oh, God, yes.
        Right there.  You found your spot.  Oh, yes, exactly the right
        spot."

        Bonnie squeezed my cock and then reached under it and touched
        her fingers against my balls, rubbing them lightly over all the
        wrinkled skin of my scrotum.  "I wish there was some light in
        here," she said. "I've never seen a penis before, and I would
        like to be able to see this.  Your penis is so long and hard.
        I'll bet it's just beautiful to look at."

        I couldn't help but laugh at her comment.  "Well, I've never
        thought of my cock as being beautiful before, but you're right
        about it's being dark.  Your pussy feels so good, and I sure
        would like to see it.  If your pussy is as pretty as the rest
        of you, then it's absolutely out of this world."

        "`Feels good' is right," she answered.  "What you're doing down
        there makes it feel REAL good.  This is the first time anyone
        except me has touched me there, and it feels sooo goooood."

        Encouraged by her words, I moved my fingers down between her
        labial lips and found the opening to her vagina.  I made
        circles around it with a finger tip and then probed it into the
        opening.  She spread her legs even further apart, telling me by
        that action that she wanted more of such treatment.  Obliging
        her, I turned my hand back and forth and slowly pushed my
        finger in until it came to her maidenhead.  "God," I thought,
        "she was telling the truth.  She really IS a virgin." I had
        never had a virgin before, and my cock jerked as I envisioned
        my cock's penetrating the flesh my finger was now enjoying.

        Bonnie's fingers had left my balls and were now back on my
        cock.  As I paid homage to her sexual flesh, she returned the
        honor, squeezing and rubbing up and down the rigid length of my
        cock.  A flow of pre-come had oozed out the eye of my cock and
        coated its swollen head.  As her fingers moved up to that area,
        they encountered the wetness and spread it over the full length
        of cock.  My pleasure mounted with each stroke and more pre-
        come flowed out onto hand.  In just a few moments, the wetness
        of my cock matched that of Bonnie's slickened furrow and I was
        jerking my hips toward her hand and moaning from pleasure.

        I worked my finger in and out of Bonnie's hot, tight hole,
        imitating with my finger the action I planned soon for my cock.
        As I pushed my finger in and out, I stroked her clitoris with
        the tip of my thumb, just lightly brushing back and forth
        across the hard little button nestled between her nether lips.
        She jerked her hips to and fro and turned them in small little
        circles as I ministered to her.  Her moans were now matching
        mine and both our bodies were practically writhing in ecstasy.

        Suddenly, the motion of Bonnie's hips stopped and I could feel
        her body stiffen against me, growing rigid.  "Oooooooh,
        Jimmmieeeee!" she cried, her voice strained from pleasure.  She
        clamped her thighs against my hand and the flesh within her
        furrow quivered.  I felt small spasms move through the muscles
        of her stomach under where my arm was against her.  Her vagina
        gripped my finger, holding it like a vise within the depths of
        her sex.  Wave after wave of small spasms flowed through her
        abdomen and pubis as her orgasm built up and seized her.  Her
        hips jerked in little erratic motions as she continued to spasm
        and thrust against my hand.  The motion of her hand on my cock
        had stopped while she experienced her orgasm, and all I could
        feel was her holding it in a hard grip that was almost
        uncomfortable in its intensity.  Little, soft mewling sounds of
        "oh...oh...oh...oh" came from her mouth as she gradually
        relaxed and came down from the heights of her orgasm.  Her
        thighs finally fell apart and loosened their grip on my hand,
        freeing it from its tight confines.  She laid her head back
        against me and whispered, "Oooooh, I came.  Oh, God, I came
        long and hard.  I've never felt it like that before.  Oh,
        Jimmy, that's the best it's ever been for me." She turned her
        face up toward me and I could sense that it was right of mine.
        "Thank you for making it so good," she whispered, brushing her
        lips against my cheek.

        Now recovered from the hard throes of her orgasm, Bonnie
        returned her attention to my cock.  She started stroking it up
        and down, moving her slick palm up and down it all the way from
        its head to where it thickened out at the base.  "Is this the
        way a girl is supposed to do a boy?"  Bonnie asked.

        "Oh, yeah, just like that.  It's too good, in fact."

        "Too good?"

        "Uh-huh.  If you keep that up, your hand is fixing to get a
        baptism of jism.  God, Bonnie, I'm getting real close to coming
        just like you just did."

        Bonnie stopped the motions of her hand and said, "Oh, don't
        come yet.  You still have to take care of me.  I've heard that
        when a boy comes he loses his erection, and I sure don't want
        that happen to you.  I need you to be able to make me a woman,
        to take my virginity."  She moved her hand to my stomach and
        stroked me there in little circles.  Then, in a soft, little-
        girl voice, she said, "Jimmy, let's do it now, please.  I want
        you to put your penis in me and push it in all the way, all the
        way to the bottom, all the way past my maidenhead.  Please,
        Jimmy, do me right now."

        I stroked my finger up and down her wet woman channel and said,
        "Yeah, right now.  I'm so close to coming that if I wait any
        longer I might just start coming from thinking about it."

        I felt Bonnie move away from me so that she could position
        herself for me to take her missionary style.  I held on to her
        thigh and said, "This rock is so hard, I'm afraid I might hurt
        that sweet ass of yours if we do that way.  Why don't you
        straddle me and lower yourself onto me.  That way you won't
        bruise yourself on this hard rock."

        "Yeah, I like that," she said and moved to where she could
        straddle my thighs and position her pussy over my cock.  It
        took a lot of feeling and fumbling in the dark to finally get
        in the position we were after, but we finally achieved it.
        When we were satisfied that we were just right, she said, "Now
        what do I do?"

        "Just lower yourself down until your pussy reaches my cock.
        After we make contact, I'll guide my cock into you.  Then, all
        you have to do is slowly lower yourself down onto me.  Do it
        real slow and it probably won't hurt much when your maidenhead
        breaks."

        Even though it was completely dark and I couldn't see Bonnie, I
        could picture clearly in my mind what she must look like now.
        I could see her pussy, glistening with secretions, gaping open
        between her wide-stretched thighs and my cock standing straight
        and jerking in little circles just below.  If everything had
        been normal, I would have liked to be able to see my cock
        penetrate into her, to see it sink inch by inch into her
        wetness.  Sill, even in the darkness, I would be able to feel
        it as it happened and imagine what it might look like.

        Bonnie's hot flesh met mine and we gasped in unison at the
        pleasure brought on by the wetness of her pussy touching the
        wetness of the head of my cock.  I reached down and took hold
        of my cock, moving it up and down her furrow, seeking out a
        lodging place at the entrance of her tunnel.  After a few
        strokes, I found the opening of her pussy and pressed the head
        of my cock into it.  The contact of my cock with her wet labia
        had driven my arousal up to its very peak and I was trembling,
        on the very brink of orgasm, and needed desperately to get my
        cock up inside her.  "There, I've got it in the right spot," I
        said.  "Now, just lower yourself down and let me push up inside
        you."

        Bonnie, apparently, was as aroused as I, and instead of
        lowering herself slowly, she pushed down hard.  As she did, my
        cock became dislodged from the opening of her vagina and drove
        upward into the wetness of her labia.  The hot, slippery flesh
        of her labial lips pressed against my cock and the ultra-
        sensitive area of my glans rubbed up and down the length of her
        furrow.  She moaned, and in her passion, started moving her
        hips back and forth over me, pressing her clitoris against my
        hard, throbbing cockflesh.

        The combination of the erotic pictures I had just had in my
        mind with the movement of her warm, slippery flesh over the
        underside of my cock was too much.  Without warning, my cock
        jerked and throbbed and gush after gush of come spurted out in
        hot jets.  I jerked my hips in concert with hers and groaned,
        "Oh, God, Bonnie, I can't help it, I'm coming."

        "Oh, me too.  Oh, God, I'm coming, too," she moaned.

        We moved against each other in frantic motions, orgasmic
        pleasure flowing through both our bodies.  Soon, both our pubic
        areas were covered in wetness with our juices mingling together
        and soaking us both with their flow.  Gradually, our movements
        became less desperate, slowing moment by moment until we were
        still, our breathing labored and loud.  Bonnie had her arms
        wrapped around me and her head on my shoulder, her cheek
        pressed against mine.  We were both silent, a feeling almost
        like awe over both us.  We were each savoring the afterglow of
        our orgasms, relaxing into the utter lassitude that follows
        exceptionally good sex.  Finally, I broke the silence and
        whispered, "Bonnie, I'm sorry.  I've wanted this for so long,
        that I guess the excitement was just too much for me.  Give me
        about thirty minutes and I'll be ready to go again."  I pulled
        her against me and said, "I'll be able to do the dirty deed in
        just a little while."

        Bonnie moved her pussy against my now semi-hard cock and said,
        "That's okay, you're forgiven.  That was so good, I'll forgive
        you for anything.  We'll just count that as foreplay, leading
        up to the real thing.  Besides, it looks like we're going to
        have lots of time to try just about everything we might want
        to."

        If ever there were counter-prophetic words spoken, they were
        hers.  She had no more than spoken them when we heard distant,
        muffled voices shouting, "Bonnie, Jimmy, are you in here?  Hal-
        looo, Bonnie...Jimmy."

        Bonnie stood up and whispered, "They've found us.  Oh, thank
        God."  She shouted in the direction away from us, "Yes, we're
        in here.  Down here." Then, with her head apparently turned
        back toward me, she whispered,  "Oooh, we've got to get our
        clothes back on!  We can't let them find us like this."  I
        could hear her feeling around on the rock for her shorts and
        underwear as I did the same.  "Oh, God, I'm just soaked.  I'm
        sure it will show through my shorts."

        I reached out to her and touched her.  "Here," I said, "use my
        Jockey shorts to clean up.  I'll do the same and put them in my
        pocket." In a few seconds, Bonnie handed the shorts back to me
        and I wiped my cock and balls as dry as I could get them from
        just being able to feel in the dark.  Holding them in my hand
        and after feeling my shorts to be sure I was not putting them
        on backwards, I managed to get my shorts on and stuff my under-
        wear in my pocket.  "You about presentable?" I whispered.

        "I hope so," she whispered back.

        Assured that we would present at least a half-way decent
        appearance, I shouted, "Hey, down this way.  We're in here."
        Then, almost blinding us after being in darkness for so long,
        a soft light penetrated into the room where we were.  "Yes,
        down here,"  I shouted.  My eyes grew accustomed to the light
        and could now see Bonnie.  "Bonnie, you've got your shorts on
        backwards," I whispered to her.

        "Oh, God!" she whispered and pushed her shorts down and off her
        feet.  She turned them around and immediately pulled them back
        up.  While she was doing so, she afforded me a view of her
        panty-clad bottom and my cock which had shriveled up from the
        excitement of being found grew a little at the sight.  She had
        regrets while we were in the cave and now I had regrets as we
        were going out.  Even with the opportunity that I had, I hadn't
        actually gotten my cock into Bonnie's sweet little pussy.  Now
        that we were rescued and she didn't face the threat of death,
        she would probably be embarrassed about our cave experience and
        deny me any other opportunity to satisfy my long-suppressed
        desire to make love to my sister.  Even disappointed, though, I
        realized that it was probably best that things had worked out
        the way they did: we were going to fuck without a rubber and
        she might have gotten pregnant.  At least we didn't have that
        possibility to worry about.

        Dad was the first one into the room.  Bonnie hugged him, and we
        both tried to explain at the same time what had happened and
        how we had become entrapped in the cave.  Dad told us that we
        were missed at supper time and the cave was the first place
        they decided to look.  Mom knew about the cave and insisted
        they start looking for us there.  Thank goodness for Mom.

        When we got back to the camp grounds, Dad was somewhat of a
        hero and people made over Bonnie and me, ohing and ahing about
        our ordeal.  Everyone gave us their sympathies and tried to
        feed us, knowing we were probably hungry from having been
        trapped in the cave.  Before long, we were filled and happy,
        tired and relaxed.

        After the excitement of our being found finally died down,
        Bonnie and I were left with just Dad.  "Dad, tell me again how
        you knew to look for us in the cave?" I asked.

        "Well, your mother and I knew about the cave, and she recalled
        Bonnie's interest in caves and suggested we look there first.
        As it turned out, she was right."

        "You and Mom had already explored the cave?" Bonnie asked.

        Dad smiled and said, "Yeah, back when we were just going
        together.  I came to a family reunion with her and her folks
        and the two of us went up to the cave and explored it."  Dad
        grinned and continued, "As a matter of fact, it was there that
        we first...uh, it was there that we first really got to know
        each other.  Now, don't you go telling her I told you about
        that.  According to her, she was a lily-white virgin when we
        got married."  Bonnie and I laughed about the joke and agreed
        that it would be our own little family secret.

        Mom came up right after that and suggested that after our
        experience of being cave lost, we might want to go home then,
        rather than stay overnight at the reunion.  At the suggestion,
        Bonnie gave me an impossible-to-interpret look and quickly
        agreed.  Soon, we had our stuff loaded in my car and were on
        the road to home.

        After we had driven for several miles in silence, I said,
        "That's something about Mom and Dad and the cave, isn't it?
        Straight-laced old Mom.  Who would have ever thought it?  I
        guess we weren't the only ones who got ideas there.  Bonnie,
        about what happened in the cave, I want you to know...."

        Bonnie reached out a hand and put a finger up to my lips.
        "Sssh," she said, a soft smile on her face.  "Let's don't talk
        about it now.  Wait until we get home and get cleaned up.  What
        I want now is a nice warm shower.  After that, we can talk
        about it."  She smiled her secret little smile again and
        whispered, "Yes, we'll talk about.  At the very least, we'll
        talk about it."

        We continued on in silence, each wrapped up in personal
        thoughts.  There in the silence, the erotic tension we had
        first experienced in the cave filled the air with an almost
        palpable presence.

        It took Bonnie and me only about forty-five minutes to drive
        home from the reunion camp ground.  During this time, neither
        of us spoke, and I thought about what might yet happen.
        Although her words had been neutral, her expression and tone of
        voice conveyed a sense of expectancy, of promises yet unfilled.
        We had generated a vast amount of sexual heat earlier, and the
        air about us still felt charged with sexual tension.  Despite
        this, Bonnie hadn't really given me any indication of how she
        felt about what had happened to us, and I worried about what
        her reaction might be after she'd had time to reflect.  She
        might not sense the eroticism I felt--it might be just all in
        my head, a carryover from our gropings in the darkness of the
        cave.  The ambiguity of the situation distressed me, and I
        hoped our talk would help clear the air and help us find the
        meaning of the relationship we had initiated there in the inky
        prison of the cave.

        When they arrived home, Bonnie took her bag from the car and
        said, "Me for a shower."  Turning her head back toward me, she
        grinned and added, "It seems somebody I know had an accident
        and got something wet and sticky all over me." I couldn't help
        but feel encouraged by her remark: if she could joke about it,
        then she must not have bad feelings about our situation.

        Though it was almost dark, I could see her as she walked up the
        steps to the house.  My reaction to the sight was just another
        example of my mixed emotions about Bonnie.  Although I was
        concerned that she might be thinking I took advantage of her
        and the situation and would condemn me for it, at the same time
        I couldn't resist appreciating the way her hard little buttocks
        twisted back and forth inside her shorts.  That sight reminded
        me of how firm and smooth those little globes felt in my hands
        when were in the cave and how she seemed to be sex personified.
        I remembered, too, how my come had shot out all over her pussy.
        I could imagine how it was still on her and making her pussy
        wet and slippery.  Those thoughts coupled with seeing her ass
        cheeks move in such perfect harmony brought my cock to a semi-
        erection.  I mentally kicked myself about the way I had come
        too quickly and had blown what was probably the only chance I
        would ever have to fully explore my sister Bonnie's sweet body.
        She may have been smiling when she said it, but her reference
        to "accident" hurt.

        I also needed a shower and immediately headed for the bathroom.
        Just before I turned on my shower, I could hear the shower in
        the hall bathroom start and knew Bonnie was showering too. I
        couldn't resist mental images of her standing naked under the
        shower.  I remembered how her unclothed body had felt in my
        hands in the complete darkness of the cave and imagined what
        it would look like in the light.  My recriminations about the
        way our adventures in the cave had turned out were made worse
        by the thought that now I probably would never get to see
        Bonnie in the nude, to fully know the beauties of her little
        body.  I finished my shower and put on a pair of pajama
        bottoms.  Then, after going to the refrigerator and getting a
        beer, I waited for Bonnie in the den.  She had said we would
        talk after we got home and showered, and I needed for us to
        talk.  More than anything else, I needed to apologize to her
        and make her understand how I felt.

        Bonnie came into the den dressed in a short terry-cloth robe,
        drying her hair with a towel.  She sat down on the couch
        directly across from the easy chair that I was in.  After a
        while she finished her hair and dropped the towel on the floor.
        Then leaning back and tucking the robe between her spread-apart
        legs, she looked up and with a shy smile said,  "I guess we
        need to talk, don't we?"

        Talking slowly and distinctly, trying to make sure I didn't
        stammer, I said, "Bonnie, I'm sorry about what happened.  I
        know I took advantage of the situation we were in and took
        advantage of your vulnerability.  All I can say is that I'm
        sorry and apologize."

        A mixture of expressions came across Bonnie's face.  First she
        looked surprised, then amused, and, finally, loving.  "YOU took
        advantage of ME?  YOU took advantage of MY vulnerability?" she
        said in a soft voice.  She got up from the couch and came over
        and sat on the arm of my chair.  Bending over, she stroked my
        cheek lightly and then put her lips to mine in a quick, gentle
        kiss.  She laughed then, a soft musical laugh, and said, "Oh,
        Jimmy...sweet, sweet Jimmy.  I'm so lucky to have a brother
        like you."

        Bonnie put an arm around my shoulder and leaned against me.
        Taking my hand in hers, she said, "Jimmy, YOU didn't take
        advantage of ME.  It was the other way around--I took advantage
        of you.  I planned for what happened to happen.  Oh, I don't
        mean losing the flashlight and getting stuck there in the cave,
        but I planned for us to make love or for me to at least let you
        know how I felt."

        "You did?  What are you talking about?  I don't understand."

        "You don't know anything about that cave, do you?" Bonnie
        asked.  I shook my head.  "Well, I didn't either until they
        talked about it at one my Spelunkers Club meetings.  As it
        turns out, that cave is known as Lover's Cave and the rock we
        sat on is called Virginity Rock.  It seems that lovers have
        been using that cave for over a hundred years and countless
        virgins have been deflowered right there on that rock.  It's
        accepted knowledge that if a girl agrees to go to the cave with
        a boy, she is agreeing to let the boy make love to her.
        Remember Dad telling us about how he and Mom visited the cave?
        He as much as said that was where he first made out with Mom."
        Bonnie laughed softly and continued,  "It's kind of funny that
        you thought that just Mom and Dad and the two of us were the
        only ones who had ever used the cave for that purpose.  We were
        probably lucky the cave wasn't in use when we went there."

        Bonnie stood up and then moved in front me.  Spreading her legs
        apart, she straddled my legs and sat down, settling her bottom
        on top of my groin.  Reaching out, she linked her hands behind
        my neck,  causing our groins to press against each other.  With
        her so close to me like that, I started wondering if she had
        anything on underneath her robe.  It was just long enough that
        it concealed her vee, so without reaching down and lifting up
        the front of her robe, I could only speculate as to what was
        under the softness of the white terry-cloth fabric.  It also
        came to me that it was appropriate that the robe was white.
        White stood for virginity, and as a result of my ineptness,
        Bonnie was still a virgin.

        Wonder about her attire was not the only thing that started.
        The warmth and nearness of her pussy and little ass cheeks to
        my cock caused it to react, and it soon was a hard knot
        pressing up into her body.  It was quite apparent that she was
        aware of my erection because, vixen-like, she squirmed her
        groin against mine.  She couldn't help but know she was
        arousing me, and she appeared to be revelling in it.

        "Anyway," Bonnie continued, "when I found out we were going to
        the reunion, it got me to thinking.  There I was a virgin and
        we would be going near a place renowned for the sundering of
        maidenheads.  I was ready to give up my maidenhood and I had
        fantasized about your being the one who would do it."  With a
        crooked grin, Bonnie went on, "From that point on, big brother,
        I plotted your seduction."

        Bonnie's words caused my cock to come to full erection and she
        thrust herself against it.  "But we were in real danger; you
        really were frightened," I said.

        Bonnie frowned and said, "Yeah, I sure didn't plan anything
        like that.  All I planned was to get you to make love to me.
        Being in danger just made it more imperative for you to do it
        right then."  Bonnie got a sheepish look on her face and said,
        "Like an eager beaver, though, I got carried away and spoiled
        it."

        "It's probably a good thing, too.  I didn't have any rubbers,
        and you might have gotten pregnant."

        Grinning crookedly again, Bonnie said, "Ha, that's what you
        think.  You may not know it, but the deviousness of your little
        sister has no limits.  When I found out two months ago that we
        were going to the reunion, I started taking birth control
        pills.  I'm in no danger of getting pregnant."

        Her humor was infectious, and I grinned in response.  "Do you
        realize you just used the present tense, not the past tense?"

        "Yeah, how about that?"  Bonnie locked her eyes with mine and
        pressed her pussy against my now throbbing cock.  Her eyes were
        wide, filled with a smoky, luminous glow.  The eroticism I had
        felt earlier seemed to permeate the room as we looked into each
        other's eyes.  Then, without breaking our silence and moving as
        in slow motion, she leaned forward and brought her mouth to
        mine.  Our lips pressed together, gently and softly at first,
        then with more force.  Bonnie's lips spread and I opened mine
        in concert.  Our tongues met, the tips brushing against each
        other.  They soon became more insistent, swirling into each
        other's mouths and caressing each other with soft, liquid
        touches.  She locked her arms behind my neck and pulled herself
        closer into me, rubbing her breasts against my chest.  Just as
        I had in the cave, I started breathing hard, my passion rising
        higher and higher.  The kiss was so sweet, our passions so in
        harmony, that I would have been happy to stay like that
        forever.

        Bonnie finally pulled away, breathing hard, and murmured, "Oh,
        God, Jimmy!"  She squirmed her breasts against my chest turning
        them in little circles and rubbing her nipples against me.  Her
        pussy pushed down hard on my cock, and I could feel its heat
        through my pajama bottoms.  Locking her eyes once again with
        mine, she said, "We're all alone in the house, just the two of
        us.  Mom and Dad won't be home until tomorrow night."  Moving
        her mouth to where her lips just brushed against mine, she
        softly said, "Let's forget about who's taking advantage of who.
        We've got unfinished business--we started something in the
        cave, and we need to finish it." Pushing her pussy hard against
        my cock, she whispered, "I NEED for us to finish it."

        I felt between us to find the tie to her robe and undid it.  As
        I started to tug on the cloth, she leaned back, giving me room
        to pull the fabric away and reveal what was under it.  With a
        final tug, the robe fell away and allowed the round globes of
        her breasts to appear.  They were perfect, firm and soft at the
        same time, and every bit as beautiful as I had imagined so many
        times in my fantasies.  As the cloth came away from her
        stomach, a pair of brief bikini panties came into view.  They
        were flesh colored and so thin and wispy that they were almost
        invisible.  A faint swatch of dark blonde showed down between
        Bonnie's legs, her pubic hair shining through as a testimony to
        the sheerness of her silken briefs.

        Bonnie took one hand from my neck and shrugged the sleeve off
        from that arm.  Reversing herself, she repeated the operation
        with the other arm.  As the sleeve came off, the robe fell to
        the floor and Bonnie was completely naked except for her little
        wisp of panties.  With a smile so lascivious I couldn't imagine
        its being on my sister's face, she put a hand under one of her
        breasts and lifted it up to me.  She licked her lips and
        whispered, "Do you like?"

        "Oh, God, Bon, they're beautiful.  No, they're more than that--
        they are perfect."

        Bonnie reached down and pulled one of my hands up to her
        breast, saying, "Touch them then." I kneaded the soft globe in
        my hand and lightly rubbed my thumb across the nipple.  Bonnie
        closed her eyes and whispered, "Yes, like that.  That's what
        they need.  That's what they've been waiting for." I brought my
        other hand up and stroked both her breasts in unison, caressing
        them with my fingers and palms, alternating between feather-
        soft touches and hard squeezes.  "Ohhh, that's so nice.  I love
        having your hands on my boobs.  I could hardly wait to get home
        so that we could do this."

        Not only did Bonnie's breasts look beautiful, they looked
        delectable, and I had to have them in my mouth, to taste their
        sweetness.  I took my hands away and dropped my mouth to one of
        her nipples.  It was hard, standing out in erection, and I
        stroked my tongue across it, using just the tip, in little cat
        licks.  "Oh, yes.  Oooooh, good.  Sooo good," Bonnie murmured,
        throwing her head back and lifting her breasts up for my oral
        caresses.

        There is no better way to describe it: I feasted on her
        breasts, mouthing the nipples and trying to take as much of the
        areolae and white flesh surrounding them into my mouth as I
        could.  Her hands, which she had behind my neck, squeezed and
        stroked me, and soft murmurs of delight and pleasure were
        produced by each of my soft bites and oral caresses.  She
        pushed her panty-covered pussy hard down onto my cock and
        cried, "Oh, God, Jimmy, you're driving me crazy.  I'm worse off
        now than I was in the cave."

        As I made love to Bonnie's breasts, I put my hands under her
        buttocks and kneaded and squeezed them.  Not content with
        having to feel them through even the thin fabric of her
        panties, I put my hand down underneath them and stroked and
        caressed the soft, smooth skin of her ass.  As I delved my
        fingers down into the cleft between her ass cheeks, I came to
        wetness.  Her flow of feminine juices was coating her all
        between the legs, and she was slick and slippery even up to the
        cheeks of her ass.

        Moving my fingers down the slick channel of her ass, I came to
        the little crinkled rosebud of her anus.  I made little circles
        around it with my finger tip and stroked softly across its
        surface.  She clamped her cheeks together, trapping my finger
        there, and bounced up and down on it, clearly enjoying the
        sensations of my anal caresses.

        Bonnie pulled back, taking her breasts away from my mouth, and
        said, "Let's get completely naked.  I've been feeling your cock
        pushing against me, and I want to see it, to touch it without
        anything in the way.  I wanted so badly to see it when we were
        in the cave, and now I want to take advantage of the light."

        Bonnie squirmed herself off my legs and stood in front of me.
        She reached down and undid the button holding my pajama bottoms
        on and started tugging them down, trying to get them off me.  I
        lifted my ass to assist her, and she soon had them down and
        pulled off my feet.  She immediately pushed my knees apart and
        knelt down in front of me.  Reaching a hand out, she touched a
        finger tip to my rigid, throbbing cock and said, "It's beauti-
        ful, just like I said it was.  But, God, it's so big.  It felt
        big in the cave, but I had no idea it was like this."  She felt
        down between her legs and touched herself there, saying, "How
        will this big thing ever fit in my little cunny?" Frowning, she
        said, "God, Jimmy, what if it won't fit?"

        Although I knew that at seven inches my cock was only of normal
        size, I enjoyed allowing Bonnie to think I was of more
        magnificent proportions.  Recognizing the folly of such an ego
        trip, though, I said, "Don't worry, it will.  Boys and girls
        are supposed to fit together, remember.  Unless, one of us is
        deformed, and it sure doesn't look that way, we should be able
        to handle that situation without any problems.  Since you're a
        virgin, you may feel a little discomfort at the very first, but
        it should soon go away."  I grinned a little and continued, "I
        may look big to you, but I assure you my cock's size is only
        about average."  Giving her an imitation of a leer, I
        continued, "Anyway, it's not a cock's size that counts, it's
        how well a boy uses it.  Be warned, little girl, I intend to
        use it well on you."

        "Promises, promises," Bonnie said, grinning.  Satisfied that we
        wouldn't have a size problem, she continued her fondling of my
        cock.  She rubbed a finger tip across the head where pre-come
        had oozed out and whispered, "Boys get wet when they're horny,
        too?"

        "Yeah, that wetness is what's known as pre-come."

        "You're not going to come right NOW, are you?"

        "Seeing you like that and having you touch me this way, it
        wouldn't take much to make it happen."

        "Jimmy, don't you dare!  You won't be able to take care of me
        if you do.  You'll get all limp and soft, won't you?"

        I laughed and said, "Not a chance.  Even if I do come, seeing
        you like that will keep me hard."

        Bonnie smiled and said, "If you like me like this, then what
        will you think when my panties come off?"

        I reached out and touched Bonnie on her shoulder and whispered,
        "I may just die and go to heaven."

        "Not while I'm still a virgin, you won't.  Regardless of what
        happens, this day had better not end without your taking care
        of me."

        "Bon, before Mom and Dad get home, I'm going to take care of
        you so much you'll wonder why you ever said anything like
        that."

        "Goody!  Let's start right now."  She stood and said, "I need
        to have my panties off."  She smiled, a broad smile but with a
        trace of shyness mixed in, and said, "The only reason I wore
        panties was so that you could take them off.  In my fantasies
        about our making out, you were always the one to get me out of
        my panties."  She looked down at me with a shy smile and
        whispered,  "Jimmy, take my panties off. Get me completely
        naked like you are."

        Bonnie moved up close to me and thrust out her hips, presenting
        her panty-clad torso for me to perform the final step in her
        disrobing.  I reached out hands that were slightly trembling,
        and taking hold of their waist band, I pulled the panties down.
        I could see a dampened spot in their crotch where her pussy had
        exuded its love flow, and with her so close to me, I could
        catch the aroma of her muskiness, the same heady musk that was
        so evident while we were in the cave.  As I inhaled the scent
        of her womanness, I realized that that scent had been present
        in the car while we were driving home and was what had given me
        such erotic feelings.  The scent acted as an aphrodisiac, and I
        had succumbed to its erotic properties.

        As I pulled her panties down, her little rounded belly
        presented itself.  Then, after a few more inches, the first
        faint fuzziness of her bush appeared. It was dark blonde, just
        like it had seemed through her panty's silken crotch.  Seeing
        that made me eager to actually see the pussy that had felt so
        good to my hands, and I practically jerked the fabric all the
        way down to her thighs.  Her whole pussy was now exposed, and I
        could see all of her blonde bush and the crease that parted her
        flesh there, the crease that came up from that secret place
        between her legs.  After I had pushed the panties down to her
        knees, she did them the rest of the way, lifting one foot and
        then the other to step out of them.  As she lifted each foot,
        her crease spread apart slightly, showing me the wet, glisten-
        ing flesh hiding between her labial lips.  She then thrust her
        hips toward me again, presenting the whole of her sexual area
        for my inspection.  Smiling softly, she asked, "Well, what do
        you think?  Is my cunny as pretty as you said it would be?"

        Reaching out a hand, I put it between her thighs, just below
        her vee, and stroked my finger tips up to where they came in
        contact with Bonnie's sexual flesh.  "Your cunny is beautiful,
        too, just like your breasts."  Reaching up higher, I delved a
        finger between the lips of her vagina and touched her lightly
        there.  "Bonnie, your whole body is beautiful--tiny, but
        perfectly in proportion.  Seeing you like this, I can imagine
        how Venus and Aphrodite must have looked."

        When I touched Bonnie's vagina, she moved her feet apart,
        giving me more room to continue my caresses.  "I've thought
        about your seeing me like this for a long time, Jimmy.  Every
        time I think about showing you my cunny, it gets wet and gooey.
        Now that I'm finally doing it, I feel wetter than I've ever
        been." Her words inflamed me and I stroked my finger up and
        down her crease, feeling the moisture and heat of her pussy.
        The flesh between her labial lips was slick, well lubricated
        with her hot feminine juices.  When I came to her clitoris, I
        found it wet also, slippery and slickened.  It was hard,
        erected and firm, and I rubbed my finger lightly over its
        surface.  "Oh, God, Jimmy, you've found my little button
        again."  She thrust her pussy hard toward my hands and said,
        "Oooh, you know just how to do that."

        If ever there were a pussy made for eating, it was Bonnie's.
        Knowing it was a virgin pussy, never before penetrated by a
        hard cock, filled me with a craving to taste her, to run my
        tongue into every little crevice of her pussy and labia, to
        ravage all the flesh between her legs with oral caresses.  I
        had eaten a girl before, but the experience hadn't been very
        good--she had been a reluctant participant in the action, and
        neither of us got much from it.  I knew it would be different
        with Bonnie, though.  She was showing herself to be intensely
        passionate and I believed she would willingly participate, and
        enjoy, all kinds and forms of love action.

        Keeping my hand in the wetness of Bonnie's pussy, I stood up,
        facing her.  My cock pressed against her belly and she took it
        in her hand, bending it up against her body and fondling it.
        "Let's do it right now, Jimmy."  She squeezed my cock and said,
        "I'm ready for this.  Put this hard cock in me and fuck me.
        Fuck me and make a woman of me."

        "I'm going to fuck you, all right.  In just a little bit, I'm
        going to pin that cute little ass of your's to the bed and fuck
        your brains out.  First, though, there's something else I want
        to do." Taking my hand from the warmth of Bonnie's pussy, I
        pivoted us around and gently pushed her so she had to sit in
        the chair.  Then I knelt in front of her and pushed her legs
        apart, spreading her thighs and causing the lips of her pussy
        to gape apart.  Insinuated my hands under her ass, I cupped one
        of her hard little buttocks in each palm and lifted her up,
        completely exposing and making all of her pussy available to
        me.  Dropping my face to Bonnie's wet, open vaginal lips, I
        extended my tongue and lapped her gaping furrow its full
        length, stroking and swirling my tongue around in the crevice.

        Bonnie gasped at the contact and thrust her hips up to me.
        "Oh, God, Jimmy, you're eating me!  In my fantasies, you ate me
        until I came.  I never dreamed it could really happen."  She
        squirmed her ass around in my hands and whispered, "Oh, it's so
        good.  It's better than I ever dreamed it could me."

        Bonnie's words made my passion rise higher than even it had
        been, and I became determined to make her come with my tongue,
        just like she had imagined it.  Pulling her up closer to my
        mouth, I intensified my oral ministrations.  The aroma of her
        musk made my head spin and I became lost in making oral love.
        Her pussy was wet and hot, its lips swollen from her passion,
        and I revelled in the voluptuousness of loving the woman flesh
        there in the secret place between her legs.

        Bonnie's hips moved in my hands, turning in little circles as
        her pleasure mounted.  Each time my tongue brushed across her
        clitoris, the muscles in her buttocks clenched, drawing up into
        little hard knots.  She stretched her legs out and then wrapped
        them around my back, drawing herself as close to my pleasuring
        mouth as possible.  Using her legs for leverage, she see-sawed
        her pussy to and fro, unconsciously using the classic movements
        of coitus.  Each of her motions was accompanied by little
        sounds of delight--soft, almost whispered, oooh's and aaah's--
        telling me that she was soaring higher and higher to the very
        brink of utter ecstasy.  I wanted to make her approaching
        orgasm it as good as possible, to make her cry out from the
        sheer pleasure of it.  I wanted her to experience pleasure that
        far exceeded any she had experienced in her fantasies.

        I concentrated my oral attentions on her clitoris, strumming it
        with my tongue, pressing on it and laving it with continuous
        strokes.  Her ass soon became like a wild thing, jerking about
        and pushing and pulling.  Her thighs started quivering like she
        was frightened and soft little spasms moved through her pelvic
        region.  Bonnie put her hands in my hair and clutched me,
        holding my locks in a fierce grip.  "Oh, God, Jimmy!" she
        cried, stiffening under me, becoming rigid.  The wet flesh of
        her pussy trembled and spasmed, moving under my mouth.
        "OOOOhhhhhhh," Bonnie moaned, a continuous sound.  "Oh, God...
        Oh, God...Oh, God," she repeated, over and over again,
        whispering the sounds in little mewling iterations.  I kept my
        mouth between her legs, licking in just soft, little strokes
        until she finally relaxed.  As her legs fell from my back, she
        leaned back, panting, eyes closed.

        I pulled my head from between her legs and kissed her soft
        belly, running my tongue in circles around her navel.  Her
        hands were in my hair, and she stroked my head with little pats
        of love.  Gently pulling  my head up so she could see my face,
        she whispered, "I didn't know it was possible for the body to
        know such pleasure.  Now I know what you meant when you talked
        about dying and going to heaven.  What you did took me to
        heaven and then beyond that.  Thank you, big brother.  You made
        me find out that fantasies can't compare to the real thing."

        While she was talking, I stroked the inside of her thighs.  I
        was so horny from seeing and feeling her come that my cock was
        throbbing and dripping with pre-come.  I needed release badly
        and needed for her to get ready for my assault on her virgin-
        ity.  Moving my hands higher, I moved them into the furrow of
        her pussy, tracing with my fingers the path my tongue had just
        taken.  She murmured, "Ummm, that still feels good.  You do
        have a way with a girl's cunny."

        Satisfied that she was close to being ready for her next lesson
        in love-making, I stood up and sat on the arm of the chair next
        to her.  My cock was standing at full attention, jerking in
        little motions and glistening with the flow of my pre-come.
        She looked up at me, a look of expectancy on her face, and I
        lowered my head and kissed her.  As we kissed, she took hold my
        cock and fondled it softly, using the lightest of touches.  We
        merged our lips together and swirled our tongues against each
        other.  I broke the kiss and she whispered, "I wondered what I
        might taste like.  Now I know."  She smiled and said, "It's not
        half bad."  Then her expression became serious and she asked
        softly, "We're going to do it now, aren't we?"  She squeezed my
        cock and with little soft words said, "You're going to put this
        inside my cunny and fuck me now, aren't you?"

        I nodded my head and said, "Yes."

        Bonnie stood up and said, "Who's bedroom?  Your's or mine?"

        "Your's," I said.  "I can't think of a better place for a
        girl's first time than her own boudoir." Bonnie took my hand in
        hers and led me down the hall to her bedroom.

        When we reached her bedroom, Bonnie lay on the bed, legs apart
        and arms spread wide.  I got on the bed alongside her, on my
        knees so that I could look down at her.  Seeing her like that
        was like the culmination of all the erotic fantasies I had
        about her.  Her body was flawless: her breasts firm and
        perfectly shaped, he little belly round and soft, and her legs
        long and slender.  I put a hand on her breasts and then trailed
        it down her body, down over her ribcage, her belly, and then
        into the swampy region between her legs.  When my hand made
        contact with her clitoris, she spread her legs even further
        apart and humped her pelvis up to my hand.  Reaching out and
        grabbing my arm, she said, "Oh, God, come on.  DO IT!  Do it to
        me.  Fuck me."

        By now I was trembling with need.  Between my need and her
        begging for it, I couldn't wait any longer.  I got off the bed
        and, standing at its side, took hold of Bonnie's legs and drew
        them off the bed so that her ass was right on the edge and her
        pussy available to my cock.  Taking hold of my rigid shaft, I
        pushed it into the wet, open folds of her vagina.  Rubbing it
        up and down, I teased her with it.  Finally, almost at the
        point of orgasm, I prodded into the opening located right at
        the bottom of the wet furrow.  The head went in, and then about
        two inches of shaft.  As I tried to push further, I came to her
        maidenhead.  "I'm fixing to take your cherry.  It may hurt a
        little.  Are you ready?" I asked softly.

        Bonnie nodded her head and muttered, "Do it."

        Pushing gently, wanting to hurt Bonnie as little as possible, I
        felt my cock spread her maidenhead apart and push through it.
        Bonnie frowned a little as the thin barrier of her hymen gave
        way and then took a deep breath.  "You okay, Bon?"  I
        whispered.

        Bonnie smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm fine.  It hardly hurt at
        all.  Just a quick little stab and now it's almost completely
        gone." She humped her hips up toward me and took about two more
        inches of my cock inside her.  "The dirty deed's finally done.
        Now finish the job, big brother."

        I reached down and lifted Bonnie's legs up and spread them wide
        apart.  Looking down, I saw my cock buried more than half way
        into her pussy.  Knowing it was my sweet little sister's pussy
        made the sight even more erotic, and I was filled with a sense
        of concupiscence such I had never before experienced.  Groan-
        ing, I drove my cock hard, burying it to its base.  I was
        completely inside her now, savoring the heat and wetness of her
        sexual flesh as it caressed and pressed around my sensitive,
        throbbing cock.  "God," I thought, "I'm fucking Bonnie.  I'm
        finally making my fantasies come true."  The voluptuousness of
        the situation and the sheer pleasure of Bonnie's pussy around
        my cock was too much for me, though--my cock started jerking
        and shot after shot of come jetted out of my cock and filled
        the tight opening around it.  "Oh, Bonnie!" I moaned, my hips
        jerking and quivering as I continued to ejaculate in long, hard
        spurts.

        Gradually, the spurts stopped and my orgasm lessened in its
        intensity.  Bonnie looked up at me, eyes wide, and whispered,
        "I felt every spurt.  God, you just kept on and on.  My whole
        insides must be full of come."  My cock hadn't diminished any
        in size and hardness, and I pulled it out almost to the head
        and then rammed it back into her hot hole.  "You ARE staying
        hard, aren't you?" Bonnie asked.

        "Just like I said I would," I said, working my cock slowly in
        and out of Bonnie's pussy.  "You wanted me to fuck you, now I'm
        really going to do it."  I pulled my cock out of her pussy and
        come dripped off the end and some ran down the crack of
        Bonnie's ass.  Getting up on the bed with her, I positioned her
        right in the center of the bed and then drove my cock back into
        Bonnie's hot pussy.  I pushed down hard on her, pinning her ass
        to the bed just I said I would, and then proceeded to try to
        fuck her brains out.

        After only a few strokes, Bonnie started matching my movements,
        thrusting up and meeting each of my downstrokes.  Even though
        her pussy still fit snugly around my cock, my prior deposit of
        come had provided generous lubrication and I could push in and
        out of her with ease.  The discomfort she had felt when I broke
        through her maidenhead now seemed completely gone.  Indeed, her
        moans and the hard way she was thrusting up seeking to get as
        much of my cock inside as possible indicated that the pain had
        been thoroughly replaced by pleasure.

        Bonnie eyes had been closed, but she opened them now and
        whispered, "Oooohh, Jimmy, this is so good.  I love it."  She
        reached her arms up and wrapped them around my back, pulling me
        down so that my chest brushed against her breasts.  "Oh, God,"
        she murmured, "I LOVE fucking!  Oh, why did I wait so long to
        start."

        Bonnie spread her legs even further apart than they had been,
        and then I felt her calves come across mine and lock together.
        Even though I was burying my cock all the way to its base with
        each stroke, I felt myself going even deeper into her heat.
        She was now completely open, and I was plowing her to her very
        depths.  Her movements which had been completely in harmony
        with mine became more frantic and her hips rotated with each of
        her upthrusts.  She was breathing hard, almost panting, and I
        could tell her passion was scaling heights she had never before
        reached.  She looked up into my face and murmured, "Oh, God,
        Jimmy!"  Her eyes widened and she uttered a long, soft moan.
        Moving one hand from my back, she put it behind my head and
        pulled my head down so that our open mouths met.  Her tongue
        thrust into my mouth and moved frantically, pressing against
        mine and pushing into all the corners and niches of my oral
        cavity.

        Bonnie was moaning continuously now, the sound muffled by our
        open-mouthed kiss.  I felt her legs move up on mine so that
        they were now locked around my thighs instead of my calves.
        Her whole torso was in constant movement--jerking, thrusting,
        and turning in little circles.  Her pleasure had reached
        crescendo level and she was now on the very edge of orgasm,
        ready to sweep over the rim into the sweet fury of sheer
        ecstasy.  I speeded up both the strength and speed of my
        strokes, determined to give her an orgasm that surpassed any
        she may have had in her fantasies.

        Bonnie's arms clutched me against her and her legs squeezed
        down even tighter against mine.  She muttered an almost
        guttural "Oh, God!" and I felt her spasms begin, her pussy
        clamping down tight on my cock, waves of motion moving across
        it as her muscles rippled.

        I rode out her storm, moving my cock in and out of her in slow
        strokes.  Slowly, the tension eased out of her and she relaxed
        her legs and arms from around me.  I broke the kiss then and
        lifted myself up on my arms, taking my weight off her.  She
        opened her eyes and whispered, "I didn't know it was possible
        for ANYTHING to feel THAT good.  I felt like my whole body was
        coming." She squeezed her pussy around my cock and said, "But
        you're still hard as a rock.  Aren't you going to come, too?"

        "Yeah, but it's going to take some more fucking to do it."  I
        grinned at her and said, "I plan to come at just the time you
        lose your brains."

        Grinning back at me, Bonnie pushed her pussy up hard against me
        so that cock was once again all the way inside her.  "I'm not
        real keen on the part about losing my brains, but if that's
        what it takes to keep the fucking going, then so-long brains."

        I pulled my cock out, letting it wave in the air, and got up on
        my knees. "Why don't you get on your hands and knees so we can
        do it doggy-style for a while."

        Bonnie rolled over onto her stomach and raised her hips up
        high, pointing her ass so that it faced toward me.  She dropped
        her head down and looked back at me.  "There, I'm ready to be
        your little bitch dog."

        Seeing her ass presented to me that way, the lips of her pussy
        wet and pouty, waiting just for me, filled me with a new wave
        of lust.  I moved up against her ass and guiding my cock
        between the puffy lips of her pussy, drove back inside her wet
        pussy with one long, continuous thrust.  Bonnie made little
        gurgling sounds of pleasure as my cock bottomed out and pushed
        against her cervix.

        I began in-and-out motions, pushing all the way in and then
        withdrawing until only the head of my cock remained inside the
        heat of Bonnie's sheath.  She picked up the motion almost
        immediately and soon we were complementing each other's moves--
        she rocking back against my cock as I thrust forward and then
        pulling forward as I withdrew.  Dribbles of come leaked out of
        her pussy, forced out the force of my thrusts, and dripped on
        the bed covering.  God, but it was good.  I was getting the
        best pussy I had ever had in my life, and it was my own sister
        who was giving it to me.

        Even though I had come less than thirty minutes earlier, I felt
        another orgasm rapidly coming on.  I leaned down on Bonnie's
        back and put one hand on her breasts and the other down into
        the swampy wetness of her pussy.  I probed my finger down deep
        to where I could touch my shaft as it drove in and out her
        hole.  I put two fingers into the furrow and stroked and
        pressed her clitoris, pressing on it in time with my cock
        strokes.  The combination of both my cock and hands bringing
        her pleasure made her moan, soft little sounds of delight.  She
        began to push her ass back at me with more force, meeting each
        of my hard thrusts with one of her own.  "Oh, fuck me!" she
        muttered.  "Fuck me hard, just like that."

        With each of my strokes, she rotated her ass, turning it in
        little circles.  The increased friction on my cock added to my
        pleasure and brought me closer and closer to the gates of
        ecstasy.  "Oh, God, Sis!  Your pussy's so good, so fucking
        good," I murmured.

        The wet flesh of Bonnie's pussy quivered under my hand and her
        stomach muscles moved in little spasms.  She was jerking her
        ass all over the place and I had a hard time keeping my cock
        inside her.  I felt it constrict around my cock and she cried,
        "Oooohhhhh, I'm coming...I'm coming again."

        I had already been so close to coming that her orgasm triggered
        mine.  My cock jerked and throbbed as my explosion came, and I
        shot stream after stream of hot come into her belly.  We were
        both filling the room with our moaning and crying, soft little
        inarticulate sounds of ecstasy.  I continued my thrusting, the
        pleasure of my orgasm still flowing through me, and kept my
        hand working in her pussy, stroking her clitoris and pressing
        it into the crease of her pussy.  Her furrow rapidly filled up
        with the overflow from her pussy, and my hand and her whole
        area between her legs was soon wet and slick with the liquid
        outpouring of our mutual orgasm.

        Bonnie's knees gave way and she fell flat on her stomach, my
        hand still under her pressing into her pussy and my cock still
        embedded in the pulsating flesh of her pussy.  I fell on top of
        her and continued with little thrusts, working my cock gently
        in and out of her as it slowly began to lose its rigidity.
        After a few minutes, my cock became flaccid and came out of
        Bonnie's orifice with a soft, liquid sound of withdrawal.  I
        pulled my hands out from under her and rolled off her back,
        laying on my side next to her.  She rolled on to her side, too,
        facing me.  Her eyes were wide open and she was still breathing
        fast, slowly recovering from the intensity of her orgasm.  When
        our breathing returned to normal, she put a hand on my side and
        I reached out and rested my hand on her side.  As if we were
        both on the same cue, we moved our mouths together and kissed,
        tenderly, slowly and long.

        Breaking the kiss, slowly and almost reluctantly, Bonnie
        whispered, "We finally did it, didn't we?  I'm a woman now, in
        every sense of the word."

        "Yeah, we did it.  Oh, boy, did we EVER do it," I whispered
        back.

        "Thank you.  That was just like I imagined it would be.  No,
        take that back--it was better than I dreamed it would be."

        "Bonnie, that was the best it's ever been for me."  I stroked
        my hand over the curve of her hip and continued, "You may have
        been a virgin, but what you gave me was very special.  You're
        one hell of a woman."

        "I'm also a completely relaxed woman.  I feel like I can sleep
        for a week."

        "Yeah, me too," I said, starting to get out of bed.

        Bonnie reached out and grabbed me, asking, "Where are you
        going?"

        "To my bedroom so I can go to bed."

        "Jimmy, if you don't stay here and sleep with me, you'll never
        see or touch this body again.  After what we just did, I need
        for you to stay here and cuddle up to me."

        I grinned and said, "You ought to be in the Mafia.  That's an
        offer nobody could refuse."

        "Then turn out the lights and get under the covers and snuggle
        little Mafia Bonnie."

        She pulled the covers back and I turned out the lights. As I
        crawled under the covers, she moved over to me and snuggled up
        just as she said she would.  After she had gotten herself com-
        fortably positioned, she yawned and murmured, "Ummn, sleepy."
        She stayed still and silent for a few minutes and I believed
        she had already dropped off to sleep.  Suddenly she started
        making sounds, "Awk, gug, glub, glub," and others just as
        strange.

        "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going
        on.

        She giggled and said, "That's the sound a girl makes after
        she's lost her brains."  She patted me on the shoulder and
        said, "Good night, big brother."

                              *     *     *     *

        When I awakened the next morning, I found myself with a throb-
        bing hard-on.  It didn't take me long to discover why: Bonnie's
        bare ass was nudged up against my groin, and my cock had wedged
        itself between her legs, the head nudged right into the warm,
        wet hole she had there.  It would take only a short thrust of
        my cock to have it buried inside her.  I wasn't sure whether
        she was awake yet, but regardless, it was just too good an
        opportunity to pass up.  I pushed my hips forward, thrusting my
        cock into her fundament, and felt it slide right into the warm
        tunnel of her pussy.  She was still slick and lubricated from
        the night before, and I soon had my sword completely in her
        sheath, my pubic bone pressed hard against the wet lips of her
        pussy.

        Bonnie stirred then, moving her ass around a little, and making
        soft, little waking sounds.  She reached her hand down to her
        pussy and felt my male flesh pushed up into it.  "Umnn," she
        asked, "how long has this been going on?  Have I been missed
        something while I was asleep?"

        I reached a hand around her and took hold her breast, fondling
        it with soft caresses.  "Nope, just started," I said.  "I
        waked up to find my cock right at the gate of heaven and
        couldn't resist taking advantage of it.  You can join in
        anytime you want."

        "Oh, God, what a way to wake up.  I wish you could sleep with
        me every night and wake me up this way."

        "Mom and Dad would probably take a dim view of that," I said,
        chuckling.

        "Yeah, wouldn't they," Bonnie replied with a giggle.  "They're
        not going to be home until late this afternoon, though, and we
        can take advantage of our being alone during that time."

        I pulled Bonnie's leg up on top of mine and gave myself plenty
        of room to operate.  The action of her ass working against the
        base of my cock coupled with the heat and moisture of the walls
        of her pussy on my cock made it a shorter operation than I had
        planned.  I was still on a sexual high from being able to
        finally love Bonnie the way I wanted to and it took only a few
        more strokes before I exploded a fresh new load of come into
        her already drenched pussy.  Just as she had done the night
        before, she came at the same time I did.  The kind of sex we
        were enjoying was a rare, special sort, probably never to be
        repeated in our lifetimes.  I wanted us to savor it to its
        fullest, to get the very last drop of pleasure from the time we
        had together.

        I got up and made coffee and when it was ready Bonnie came in
        and got a cup.  She and I were still completely naked, unasham-
        ed of our nudity.  We sat on the couch side by side, our thighs
        touching, each with a hand on the inside of the other's thigh.
        We managed to drink our coffee one-handed, each reluctant to
        take the hand from the other's body.  Bonnie, though, finally
        broke the contact and said, "Oh, boy, I'm going to take a
        shower."  She grinned and said, "Last night and this morning,
        someone I know pumped out gallons of hot sticky stuff.  A lot
        of it is still inside me, but I feel like I'm covered from
        waist to knees with the part that something big and hard pushed
        out of me.  I'm going to wash it all away and get ready for a
        fresh, new supply."

        As I watched Bonnie walk away, I couldn't take my eyes off that
        little twitching ass of hers.  I didn't know whether the sexy
        movement of her ass was the result of her putting on a show for
        me or a new, liberated sexuality that came with the condition
        of her now being a complete woman.  Whatever, she practically
        exuded sex, and I couldn't keep from reacting to it, from
        wanting to get as much of Bonnie as I could.

        I waited until I heard the shower start and then stepped into
        the shower stall with Bonnie.  Seeing the sexiness of her walk,
        seeing her hard little ass make tick-tock motions, had aroused
        me once again, and my cock was standing out straight as I got
        under the warm spray of water with her.  "I thought you might
        some company," I said, moving my body up against hers.

        "You must be a mind reader," she said, her grin returning.  She
        reached out with the bar of soap and said, "Come on, let's
        scrub each other off."

        Bonnie and I took turns soaping up our hands and massaging
        every inch of the other's body.  We got each other so aroused
        that we were practically panting.  Caught up in excitement, we
        crushed our bodies against each other and kissed, our mouths
        and tongues communicating the need we each felt.  After a long,
        deep kiss, we came up for air and took turns drying each other.
        When we were finally dry, Bonnie took my hand and led me back
        to her room.  "Now I want you to teach me how to sixty-nine,"
        she said.  For the next hour, I gave and took lessons.  By time
        I exploded my hot jism in Bonnie's mouth, I had brought her off
        at least three times.

        For the rest of that day, Bonnie and I spent almost every
        second in bed, loving each other.  When afternoon came and we
        had to make ourselves presentable for our parent's return, we
        had just about completely satisfied our long-supressed ache for
        each other.  Holding me in one last embrace, Bonnie said, "I
        feel like I'm sloshing.  Between the come you put in my cunny
        and the amount I drank, I feel like I'm running over with come
        juice."

        I put my hand on my limp cock and said, "Yeah, I know what you
        mean.  Old rough and ready here has just about met his match."

        Bonnie grinned and asked, "You complaining?"

        "About the best loving I've ever had?  Not a chance."

        Bonnie got a serious expression of her face and said, "Jimmy,
        do you think Mom and Dad can look at me and tell I'm not a
        virgin anymore.  I feel different and maybe they'll be able to
        see it on my face."

        "You have `fresh-fucked' showing all over you," I said, barely
        able to keep from grinning.

        "Oh, God, really?"

        Laughing now, I said, "I'm just teasing.  Unless you tell them,
        they won't know it."

                              *     *     *     *

        During the next few weeks, Bonnie and I made love the few times
        we could find some privacy.  With her new-found sexuality,
        though, she soon was dating almost every night.  She got
        serious with a really nice guy and confessed to me that they
        were making love like a couple of rabbits.  I admitted that my
        main squeeze was taking real good care of me, too.  After
        dating that guy for about a year, Bonnie married him.  I broke
        up with the girl I had been dating, but immediately met and
        fell head over heels in love with a girl named Lois.  She and I
        were married exactly a year after Bonnie.  I finished school
        two months after my wedding and got a job in a town about two
        hundred miles away.  Bonnie and I saw each other only
        infrequently thereafter, so we had little or no opportunity for
        further sexual explorations.  Our getting lost in the cave had
        led to some of the best sex of my life, but the circumstances
        of our lives were such then that I believed the pleasurable
        episode Bonnie and I had shared would remain just a well
        remembered, but not repeated, part of our lives.



                                    Epilogue

        Confirmed family reunioners that they were, Mom and Dad invited
        me and Lois and Bonnie and her husband Bob to the next family
        reunion.  Always proud of Bonnie and me, they wanted all the
        family to also meet Bob and Lois, the newest members of their
        part of the clan.  Dad called and practically begged for us
        come, and out of pure love for him and Mom, I agreed to attend.
        Lois, in fact, was pleased about going.  She felt the reunion
        would provide a chance for her to meet all my family members in
        fell swoop.  A few days later, Mom called and told me that
        Bonnie and Bob were also planning to attend.  I hadn't seen
        Bonnie is quite some time, and I looked forward to seeing her
        again.

        Lois and I arrived about noon and found Mom, Dad, Bonnie, and
        Bob already there.  I hadn't had much time to be around Bob
        before, but after talking with him, I found I really liked him.
        Bonnie and Lois seemed to get along great, too.  All in all, it
        was turning out to be my best family reunion ever.

        That afternoon, while we were all sitting around talking, Dad
        brought up the time Bonnie and I had gotten lost in the cave.
        We had a pretty good laugh about it, remembering how frightened
        we were.  Bonnie got a soft smile on her face and gave me a
        look that tacitly told me she remembered a whole lot more than
        simply being scared.  Her eyes met mine and they had that same
        luminous, smokey appearance they had had before.  I couldn't
        help but feel a flush of excitement from knowing her memories
        were as pleasant as mine.

        Bonnie stood up then and announced that she was going back to
        the cave, to explore the place that had given us such a fright.
        She said she had had a lot of spelunking experience since that
        time and that she was going to put it to use.  I stood up and
        said I would go with her, that I, too, wanted to see it again.
        When I asked if any others wanted to join us, Bob laughed and
        said he and Bonnie had an agreement: he would stay out of her
        caves and she wouldn't play golf with him.  Lois, who was now
        seven months pregnant with our first child, just waved her hand
        and told us to go on.  There was a lot of teasing about maybe
        taking bread crumbs or a ball of twine so we could mark our
        way, but it was all good-natured.  Not taking any chances this
        time, though, we each got a flashlight.  Just before we set out
        for the cave, Bonnie picked up a Coleman lantern and said she
        intended to REALLY light up the place, to see into every part
        of it.

        While we were walking to the cave, I couldn't keep my eyes off
        Bonnie.  She had on a pair of running shorts just like she had
        worn on our previous trip to the cave, and with several years
        of maturity added to her body, she looked even more sexy than
        she had then.  The movement of her buttocks showed through the
        thin fabric covering them and I couldn't help but admire them.
        Her ass still twitched the way it had before and my cock
        reacted to the squirming motion by coming to semi-erection.

        When we got to the cave, Bonnie lit the Coleman lantern.  It
        lighted up the whole cave and we didn't even have to use the
        flashlights.  With the way lighted so well, we quickly came to
        the cavern room where we had become stranded.  Filled with
        light, the room didn't look nearly so ominous and scary as it
        had before.  Virginity Rock, the stone platform where we had
        sat before, was covered by a blanket, a souvenir left by
        previous users.  I laughed and said, "It looks like Virginity
        Rock is continuing to live up to its reputation."

        "Yeah," Bonnie replied, laughing with me, "it looks like some
        virgins have bit the dust recently."

        Bonnie put the lantern on the floor and turned toward me.
        "Jimmy, do you every think about the time we got lost here?"

        I nodded head and whispered, "Yes."

        "What happens when you think about it?"

        "I get a raging hard-on."

        Bonnie stepped up close to me and put her arms around my waist.
        She said, "I think about it, too.  I get all wet and gooey
        every time."  She smiled and added, "I'm soaking wet right now
        just from talking about it."  I pulled her against me, pulling
        her groin up so that it pressed against her's.  She returned
        the pressure and whispered, "You've got one of those raging
        hard-ons right now, don't you?"

        Still pressing her pussy against my cock, Bonnie looked up at
        me and said, "Would you like to play some make-believe, a
        little bit of let's-pretend?"

        "Ummnn, what do you have in mind?"

        "I mean let's pretend it was the time we were here before, that
        I was still a virgin, and do what we did before."  She put her
        mouth against mine and gave me a little light kiss and grinned.
        "But, of course, we'd do it right this time."

        In reply, I put my mouth back on Bonnie's and kissed her
        deeply.  She returned the kiss, tonguing me and working her
        lips against mine.  I put my hands down to those twitchy ass
        cheeks of hers and kneaded and caressed them, enjoying the feel
        of having them in my hands again.  When we finally broke the
        kiss, Bonnie stepped away and pushed her shorts down and
        stepped out of them.  The panties that were left were brief
        bikinis, barely covering the area between her legs.  "Take my
        panties off.  Please, get me out of my panties," she said
        softly.

        I knelt in front of Bonnie and slowly pulled her panties down
        and off her feet.  Her pussy was even more beautiful than I
        remembered it.  It looked as delicious as it had before, too,
        and I put my mouth on it and probed my tongue into her fur and
        between the pouty and inviting labial lips.  She spread her
        legs apart, giving me room to run my tongue all up and down her
        furrow.  She was wet, just like she said, and the musky aroma
        of her feminine flow filled me with lust, affecting me in the
        same way it had before.  Bonnie had her hands in my hair,
        stroking me, and murmured, "Oh, God, Jimmy, you eat my cunny
        better than anyone, even Bobby." After a few minutes of my
        enjoying the taste on her pussy, she pushed my face away from
        her and said, "I want to see your cock, now.  Stand up and let
        me take your shorts off."

        We reversed our positions then, with me standing and her
        kneeling in front on me.  She unzipped my shorts and pulled
        them and my Jockey shorts down at the same time.  As they
        passed my groin, my cock jutted out, stiff and throbbing.  She
        put both hands into my pubic fur and held my cock still.  Then,
        opening her mouth, she lowered it over my shaft, taking about
        half it's length into her oral cavity.  She sucked and tongued
        it in a manner that told me she had learned a lot about oral
        love since she had asked me to teach her how to do it.  In only
        a few minutes she had my hips thrusting toward her mouth,
        hungrily seeking more of her oral pleasures.  She pulled her
        mouth off and said, "Your cock tastes marvelous, but now it's
        time for it to do it's dirty deed."

        Bonnie stood up and led me over to Virginity Rock where she sat
        and pulled me down beside her.  She reached out and took hold
        of my shaft and whispered, "Bonnie needs this inside her.
        Bonnie needs this in her little virgin cunny."

        I was fascinated by Bonnie's fantasy and immediately got caught
        up it.  Reaching down between her legs, I stroked her pussy,
        and said, "I can hardly wait to get my cock in here and break
        your little maidenhead."

        Bonnie squeezed my cock and then stood up in front of me.
        Spreading her legs apart, she straddled my thighs and poised
        her pussy right over my cock.  Looking down at my throbbing
        cock, she whispered, "I'm going to fuck you right now.  I'm
        going to take your cock up inside my cunny, take it in all the
        way."

        Lowering herself slowly, Bonnie took my cock into her pussy.
        As it went in, giving me pleasure by the slow inch, she rotated
        her hips, and smiled.  As her pussy neared the end of its
        journey, she dropped her hips down hard, driving me fully and
        completely inside her warm, wet tunnel.  She murmured a soft,
        "Ahhhhh" and put her mouth on mine, kissing me softly and
        slowly.  Throughout all this, we sat still, savoring the
        pleasure brought by the co-mingling of our sexual flesh.

        After a few more minutes of stillness, Bonnie raised her hips
        up and then dropped them back, driving my cock deep inside her
        belly.  I started meeting each of her movements with one of my
        own, thrusting upward to meet each of her downstrokes.  "Yeah,"
        Bonnie murmured, "Fuck me.  Fuck little virgin Bonnie."

        Living out the fantasy we had created, neither of us could last
        long.  In just a few minutes, we were breathing hard and
        thrusting hard against each other.  Bonnie opened her eyes wide
        and whispered, "Yes!  Oh, God, yes!" I felt the muscles of her
        pussy clamp down on my cock and spasm in little waves against
        it.  Shoving hard up inside her, burying my shaft to its base,
        I exploded and sent blast after blast of hot sperm inside her.
        She laid her head on my shoulder and shivered, tremors of
        pleasure moving through her.

        We sat like that for a long time, savoring the afterglow of
        great sex, until the spasms finally stopped.  My cock was still
        inside her, but beginning to shrink.  Bonnie pulled her head
        back and said, "God, that was good.  It was fun to relive what
        might have been, wasn't it?"  All I could do was nod my head.

        Even in my lassitude and relaxation, I couldn't help but harbor
        a little suspicion.  I remembered how she had plotted our
        earlier adventure and had to know if this one too had been
        orchestrated.  Wanting to put my curiosity to rest, I asked,
        "Bonnie, did you plan this?"

        Bonnie threw her head back and laughed.  "No, no plot this
        time.  It just happened." Grinning, she continued, "I'll have
        to admit, though, that while we were walking up here to the
        cave, I did think about what we might do while we were in here.
        Didn't you have similar thoughts?" I grinned back at her, and
        admitted that I had gotten completely turned on by returning to
        the scene of our previous pleasure.  By now my cock had finally
        gone completely limp and pulled out of Bonnie's pussy.  As she
        felt it come out, she stood and said, "Plotted or not, it was a
        lot of fun, wasn't it?" Once again, I nodded my head in
        agreement with her.

        After we had put our clothes on and gone outside the cave,
        Bonnie looked back at it and said, "Lover's Cave.  It's well
        named isn't it?"  She looked over to me and said, "You planning
        to come to next year's reunion?"

        "Don't know yet.  Why are you asking?"

        "Well, I was thinking.  This was so much fun, maybe we could
        come back every year and make it an annual affair."

        I grinned and said, "In that case, I'll be back.  I'll be back
        every year."

        We both turned toward the cave and putting an arm around each
        other's waist, said, "Same time, next year."  Laughing, we
        turned and walked back toward camp.  As we walked, I had the
        happy thought that from now on family reunions were going to be
        something to look forward to, not dread.


        Day Dreamer - 1992


