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From brandon@tamron.comSat Sep 30 23:46:12 1995
Date: Fri, 29 SEP 1995 20:11:59 GMT 
From: jack <brandon@tamron.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sitting for Kelly 2/2 - incest/minors 

CH 4 - IN THE TV ROOM

Down in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick to soften. I did
not dare try and relieve myself, though I considered going to the bathroom and
locking the door.  The feelings I was having were heavily conflicted; I was
still fighting that 50/50 battle between my adult, rational resistence toward
the idea of sex with such a young child, and my feisty, horny desire to see
and explore her naked body.  I sat there in the overstuffed easy chair,
watching an interview with Dudley Moore and fidgiting.

Again, she stole into the room unnoticed.  This was the girl that thumped and
wresteled around the house with her brother?  She could really be quiet when
she wanted to be.

"Hank?"

I almost jumped out of my chair - she had crept up to within a few feet of me,
just off to my left, totally silent.  "Ah!  Oh, jesus Kelli, you scared the
shit out of me..."

"Sorry.  I just came down cause I don't want you to be mad at me."  I sensed
that this was not totally true - she did not have that sad look she had
before.  There was a strange mischief in her eyes.

"I'm not mad.  I told you that - I just did not think we should keep talking
about... sexual things."

"Why not?"

"What do you think your parents would say?  I'm a grown man, and you're very
underage.  If they thought..."  I stopped myself.  She was asking me to talk,
not to fuck.  What was I assuming here?  This was a 14 year old girl, even
though she looked older.

Her face was a confused puzzle.  She looked curious, unsure, a little scared,
a little sad.  And a little excited.

I patted the chair next to me, on my right.  "OK.  Sit.  If you have
questions, I'll answer them.  But you absolutely have to promise that this
conversation will stay between the two of us."

"I swear," she said, solemnly.  She crossed in front of me to the chair, and I
thought I noticed something different about the way she looked, but I could
not place it.  She sat down, her face fairly glowing with the conpiratorial
quality of the moment.  To her, we were like kids whispering under a blanket.

"What did you want to ask me?"

"Well.  It's just that.... you said you got.... you got..."  She was nervous
again.

"Hard," I prompted.

"Yeah.  You said you got hard because you saw me changing my clothes in the
glass door.  That was a dirty trick, you know."  She smiled a little, like a
kid playing a game.  But it was forced.

"I'm sorry," I said, seriously, and her smile vanished.  "It _was_ a dirty
trick.  People have a right to privacy.  I should have turned my head."

"Oh.  That's OK.  But why would that make you get hard?  I mean, I'm just a
kid."

I smiled and leaned forward a bit in my chair.  She leaned too, I suppose
because she thought she was supposed to, and I noticed then what that
difference was in her appearance.  She'd taken off her bra.  Through the low
scoop in that black dress I could see most of the curve of her right breast,
and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink and perfect.  I shifted in my
chair, feeling my cock rise, and tried to concentrate on my hands as I spoke.

"You have not looked in the mirror lately, have you?  You're no kid." It was
true.  She could pass for 19 easily.

"They still treat me like one.  I can't go on dates, I can't stay out late, I
can't even watch R rated movies on HBO.  It's stupid."

"Well, your folks are used to thinking of you as a child.  I'm not.  I can see
you for what you are.  A beautiful young woman."

I looked up, but she had turned her face away, obviously embarrased. "But why?
Why did looking at me..."  she drited off.  After a moment of silence, she
turned back to face me.  Her face was bright with nervous excitement.  It was
as if she had hoped someone would notice her, and someone finally had.  And
now she was not sure how to feel about it.

"Why?"  I said.  "Well, it is very simple, actually.  When a man sees a
beautiful woman's body, part of his brain automatically responds, sending
signals to his..."

"Oh, I know that.  I mean, I figured that out from what you said before.  But
why me?"

"I told you.  You have a lovely body, Kelli.  When I peeked, I got hard.  It
was not the first time either."

"Oh?"  She looked suprised and a little pleased.  "When else?"

"When you fell down the stairs last time I was here and I helped you with your
knee."

"I remember.  But I didn't take my clothes off then."

"No.  But I saw your panties, and... well, that area.  It had a similar
effect."

"Really."  That mischevious look was back, and something in her smile told me
that she was pretty happy at the notion of having so much control over an
adult.  She was realizing the effect she could have, whenever she wanted to.
"So, um, are you hard now?"  She was examining her fingernails closely, trying
to appear casual, as though the question was purely conversational.

"No," I lied.  In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to about 50% at the
question.

With one deft motion, and without any warning, she slipped her shoulder straps
down and the top of the dress slid down to her waist.  I think I gasped a
little:  there she was, stripped to the waist.  Her young breasts, bigger than
a handfull on each side, stood pale and proud in the warm light of the TV
room.  Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, and had been pressed flat by the
dress.  They were not erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she
was excited, or scared, or both.  Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady.

I wanted to touch her so badly.  My dick had sprung stiff and straight as a
steel beam.  Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tear my gaze away
from those nipples.  "Kelli," I whispered.  "This is really not a good idea..."

"But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely gentle.  "I mean,
is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too?  My pussy, I
mean."

My hands were shaking.  For some reason, I glanced at the clock - it was 9:30.
Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am.  I could not leave.  I
could not stay.  I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to take
another breath.  I wanted to run from the room.  I did not know what to do.

Some sort of instinct had taken over in Kelli.  There was no way she knew how
I was feeling, and yet somehow she was compelled into action.  I heard her
leave her chair, though I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified
that I was about to come in my pants.  She stood, walked into my field of
vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped her dress to the floor.  No
panties either.

When I had glanced at her panties before I had seen little hairs poking out
from around the elastic.  Now I could now find them.  She had a little swirl
of pubic hair, like the curl on a kewpie doll's head, high on her venus mound,
then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy folds, just barely
visible as she stood.  Nothing more.  Her young thighs fit smoothly togther as
she stood, heels together, hands behind her back.  I stared - what else could
I do?  She was my every wet dream come true.  It was like she was waiting to
be inspected, approved.  Touched, maybe.  Maybe.

"What about now?" she said so quietly that I would not have heard if my
nervous system had not been running on overdrive.  "Are you hard now?"

"Yes," I croaked.  I could not seem to move.  My desire for her crept into my
muscles, my nerves.  Even my eyelids began to tingle.  I began to realize that
I was losing control.

"Can I see?" I looked at her face.  Her mouth was slightly open, her breath
coming rapidly.  Her skin had flushed.  She was scared, but she really wanted
to see.

What could I do?  I'm only human.

Without a word I leaned back in my chair, lowered my zipper and drew my
manhood from my pants.  It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my pulse.  I
could not believe I was doing this.  But there she was, and I could not stop
myself.

"It's moving," she said, her voice a whisper.  She bit her lower lip, surely
not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step closer.

"With my heartbeat," I said, my voice much calmer than I was.  A little drop
of precome oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide.

"What's that?"

"Just another sign that you're turning me on, Kelli," I said.  The moment
seemed to freeze then.  She was staring at my cock, mesmerized.  My gaze
darted from her face to her tits to her pussy and back again, over and over.
My dick throbbed like a conductor's baton.  Unconsciously, her index finger
traced a line along her hip, and I knew she was getting turned on too, even if
she did not know it.

After what seemed like hours, I said "you can touch it if you want to."  I
could not believe I had said it.  My mouth was dry, and the back of my head
started to itch.

She took another step, then reached forward awkwardly, her fingers coming
within a fraction of an inch of my cock.  "It's all right?" she asked, still
whispering.

"No, it's not all right.  But I don't mind."

Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition.  We were
doing something `naughty' - but she wanted to.  She took my cock in her hand,
wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me.  Her
young breasts flattened against the insides of my thighs .  Her hand was warm
and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut
skin over the firm muscle of my dick.  Precome dribbled out and rolled down
over her thumb.  She smiled, her eyes twinkling.

"Is this right?  Something came out...  Did I do that?"  Her enthusiasm and
interest was so insanely sexy.

"That's fine - yes, you made that come out.  It's.... uh..... precome fluid.
If you keep doing that, I'm going to come for real."  I was close, so close,
but trying to hold back.

She slowed her stokes to almost nothing.  "What's that mean?"

"White stuff will come out - a whole lot of it.  It's called semen."

"My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw them doing it.  Is
that what will happen if I put it in my mouth?"  She almost giggled, then bit
her lip again.  She was talking about sucking me off in the same tone she
might have used to discuss barbie dolls or the latest album from her favorite
pop singer.  I felt like my brain was going to melt.

"Yes, it sure will.  Do you want to put it in your mouth?"  Please, oh please,
my mind screamed.  I no longer cared about much of anything except her mouth
and her pussy and what they would feel like around my cock.  Looking back I
can see I was shamelssly leading her on, but at the time I was simply lost to
the passion of the moment.

She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward.

For the rest of my life I will remember that moment.  It was simple a thing -
my dick slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth,
the roof of her mouth.  She took it about a third of the way down, then slid
it back out and looked at the wet shaft.  She knew nothing about sucking a
cock, of course, and had merely taken me in and slid me back out.  But it was
perfect.  "Should I do it again?" she asked, grinning.

"Yes," I said, barely able to speak.  "Leave it in, then bob your head up and
down.  Lick and suck.  Like a popsicle.  Just like a popsicle."

She must have eaten a lot of popsicles in her life, because she took right to
it once I gave her that analogy.  She sucked, actually sucked at the skin as
she slid my cock into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor,
which I suppose it was.  She would lick up and down the shaft, ferverantly,
like she was catching the drips of a melting treat, which I also suppose she
was.  She kept her teeth away, as you do when you are eating a popsicle, to
keep from getting them too cold.  She slurped and licked and bobbed her head,
sucking my cock with energy and enthusiasm.  It was a perfect heaven.

I felt my come rising.

"It's c-coming, Kelli.  Swallow as m-much as you can."

She lifted her mouth to say "OK," just as the first spurt came, it leaped up
and hit her in the chin.  She giggled like a kid playing with a kitten and
quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing.
Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning...  Is this OK, Hank?  Am I
sucking it right?  Her throat gulped with every pulse of my cock as she,
incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come.

I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was nothing but she and I,
suspended in that easy chair, my cock in her sweet little mouth.

She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, then grew again almost
immediately.  She was very excited about having felt that.  She drew her mouth
away, smiling, the come glistening on her chin and chest.

"It got small again, then grew in my mouth, Hank!"

"Yes.  After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal size for a while."
I smiled to myself.  "Usually it takes 15 minutes to a half an hour before it
can get hard again."  My dick was stiff and pulsing as though I had not come
at all.  I was amazed.

"But you got hard right away."  She spoke with the admiration a pet student
saves for her favorite teacher.  "That's cause you're good at sex, isn't it?"
She nodded to herself.

"Not really.  I'm just normal.  It's you that made the difference.  Seeing
you, feeling you, it makes my body respond so strongly that I got hard right
away.  That's never happened to me before."

"Really?"  She stood, looked down at herself, then looked at my hard cock.  "I
did that?"

"Yes."  I wanted to fuck her so badly that I had to think very hard, to
concentrate on jail cells and courtrooms, to say "if you want to stop now we
can, Kelli.  You know this is really bad, what we're doing.  I could get into
a lot of trouble if anyone found out.  I could go to jail."

"I don't want to stop," she said, seriously, but serious in that childlike way
that is almost funny.  "And I won't tell anyone.  Maybe we should go to my
room.  We can lock the door."  She smiled, but there was a kind of lust in the
smile.


CH 5 - STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

I was too far gone to think clearly now.  I followed her up the stairs,
watching her cute little ass bouncing ever-so-slightly as she ran up the
steps.  I thought back to the time I had seen her and Jeff playing on these
stairs, and how different things were now.  For some reason, this made me even
harder.

I also began to be concerned about Jeff.  Here his sister was running naked up
the stairs, followed by Hank with his dick sticking out of his pants.  Before
I had time to really think through what I would do if he popped out of his
door we were in Kelli's room again, and she was closing her curtains.

"We should lock the door," she said, and motioned behind me.  I realized that
I was standing up against the closed door, blocking access to the lock.  What
a strange feeling - I was scared, as though she was the experienced adult and
I was the virgin.  My cock throbbed and farily hummed with excitement, but the
rest of me was not so sure.

But then she sat down on her bed, smoothed out the wrinkled sheets, and laid
back, reclining against her pillow.  The sight of that tuft of pussy hair and
those womanly breasts made me give in.  I reached behind me and flipped the
lock.  Then I doffed my clothing as quick as I could and stepped over to the
bed.

She reached out and began to stroke my cock again, her lying on her side on
the bed, me standing next to the pillows.  "What do I do now?" she said.
"Should I put you in my mouth again?"

I reached down to stroke her pretty hair.  "Just lie back and spread your
legs," I said, trying not to sound too frantic.  She smiled and complied,
rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide apart.

I stepped to the foot of the bed and laid down on my stomach, my lower legs
hanging in mid air.  Her pussy was wide open to me - so pink and wet and tiny.
I stroked at her thighs with my fingernails and she giggled.  She kept
giggling until my fingers found the folds of her labia and began to stroke
them.  Then she began to moan in a thin, high whisper.

I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and suck her pussy
lips.  Her reaction was strongly frightened at first, her eyes wild and her
hands moving to cover her breasts.  But as my licks began to strumm against
her clit more and more she eased, opened, and began to get into it.  Soon her
hips were rocking slightly and her small hands were rubbing her nipples, which
were fully erect.

I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her pussy gently,
exploring the extent of her virginity.  Her moans droppped into a lower
register as my finger dipped into her hole.  About knuckle deep I felt some
thin tissue blocking my progress, and I knew I had hit her hymen.  My dick
surged as my finger diddled her pussy, almost as though the finger was telling
the dick what it was in for.

She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong an orgasm, and I
kept her at a plateau for a good while.  I looked up at her face and chest as
I pulled my face away from her pussy and let my thumb and finger keep her hot
for a moment.  She was never more lovely.  Her angelic face was bathed in the
soft light of her desk lamp, her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly,
slightly parted.  Her face was framed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends
of which were slightly beaded with sweat.  Her nipples were erect, so much so
that most of the pink aeriolas were now part of the rising nipples.  Her
breasts had swelled to a full roundness, and there were tiny, almost delicate
beads of sweat on her chest and shoulders.

I moved up and knelt between her thighs, my hard dick aching now for her cunt.
As I started to run the head of my cock against her slit her eyes popped open
and she bit her lower lip.

"Oh! I'm scared, Hank," she whipsered, grabbing my hand.

"I know.  We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, but at that moment I
started rubbing her clit directly with my cockhead.  If she had said no, I
would have stopped, but I might have gone mad.

But she responded immedaitely to the direct stimulation of her clit. "Uhh.
Umm.  No, I want to, I want to.  Put it in.  But please don't hurt me." She
was talking in a dreamy voice now, on the verge of her first orgasm, her hands
opening and closing, her eyes rolling, her hips churning.

I pressed the head of my cock up against her hole and moved my thumb back to
her clit, stroking, stroking.  The hole was intensely tight - I had only
fucked a virgin once before, but Kelli was twice as tight as she had been.  Or
I was a lot bigger now than when I was 17.  Anyway, the head of my cock popped
in after a little coaxing, and though she shuddered a little, she did not seem
to feel great pain.

I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch deep, while my thumb
continued to do its magic.  I began to suck on her hard nipples, one then the
other, as just the head of my cock slid in and out of her pussy.  She was
making a tiny little "uff" noise on every in stroke now, and I began to
gradually, very gradually increase the depth.

The feeling of her young cunt was indescrible.  She was so tight that once I
had two inches in her, her pussy formed a kind of suction. There was no room
for any air to get in, her pussy walls were wrapped so tight around my
cockshaft, and once the air was forced out I found it hard to withdraw more
than half of the length I had in.  It was like her body was sucking me in,
drawing me into the hot, wet, tightness of her vagina.

Presently I found my dickhead pressing on her hymen.  It gave slightly, but
did not break.

"Kelli," I said, but she only moaned.  "Kelli, this part will hurt a bit.  The
first time you do this, it does, then it never does again. Don't be afraid."
My heart was racing, my breath short and quick, but somehow I managed to sound
reassuring.  "If you want to stop, say so, honey."

Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of drunken smile. "Do it
to me," she said, her voice 10 years older than it had been before.

I began to rub her clit as fast as I could, and felt her edging over the
plateau.  When I felt her thighs begin to twitch and heard her breath drawn in
sharply, I knew she was coming, and I pressed past her hymen, breaking it with
one stroke.

The pain must have been intense - her face grimaced sharply - but her orgasm
quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped it would.  She sighed greatly,
and I felt the flood of her first come filling her pussy and lubricating
everything.  My cock began to slide in and out like a well-oiled piston, her
tight pussy gripping it and sucking it.  The sensation was pure madness.  I
was fucking a goddess, my mind reeling, almost passing out.  She was whining
now, a whine of pleasure, matching the rhythm of my strokes, and I found
myself making a low, guttural noise as my come began to rise.

She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her hips still shifting from
side to side.  I knew I was gong to come any minute.

All at once I flipped us over so that she was astride me, and I was laying on
my back.  I grabbed her hips and began lifting her again and again until she
got the idea and started fucking herself on me.  Finally, I sucked her left
nipple into my mouth, grabbed onto her ass, and pulled her down, sinking
deeply into her cunt as I came.

I felt as though my whole essence was pouring into her.  I came in five or six
long, wonderful spasms.  Then I put my arms around her and pulled her into an
embrace, my cock still inside her.  I felt her tears dropping on my neck as I
buried my face in her hair.  Or perhaps they were my own.

We laid like that for some time, and she slept.

She awoke at around 11:00, just as I was thinking we'd better get cleaned up
in case her parents came home early.  Her mouth was at my ear as we embraced,
so she whispered: "Oh, Hank.  I wish we could do it again right now."

"Your parents will be home soon."

"I know.  And also I might get pregnant."

"No.  I've had a vasectomy."  She turned her head slightly, as if to ask what
that was.  "I had a very minor operation so I can't make babies."

I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled.  "So we can do it as much as
we want?"

I began to think about possible futures.  Kelli in various beds.  Or perhaps
me in various jails.  My dick in Kelli's pussy.  Or perhaps some sleazy
convict's dick up my ass; child molesters fair badly in prisons.  Well, you
takes yer chances, as the man said.

"Yes, but we have to be careful.  And it must always be our secret."  I tried
to sound as definite as I could.

She sat up on me, my cock still inside her pussy, her tits rising in a sigh.
"Nobody will know, Hank.  I swear to god.  I'll never tell."

"OK, I trust you," I said, and I smiled.

She smiled back, and moved her hips just a little.  My cock began to grow
within her.  "Maybe we have a little time left" she said, and I felt her cunt
respond to my rising dick with a warm squeeze.

I had to agree.



