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                             FIRST DATE - PART I             
                      A Story of Brother and Sister Sex      
                              Day Dreamer - 1993             
                
        I live on a farm about twelve miles outside of Lubbock, so I
        guess you could call me a country kid.  Other than the bus ride
        to school and the limitation on extracurricular activities,
        living so far out isn't bad at all.  Our "farm house" is as
        modern as any you'll find in town, and we have all the
        conveniences everyone else has.

        The main restriction of country living has been its effect on
        my social life.  It's a rare occasion for a friend from school
        to come to see me, and with no neighbor kids anywhere near
        close, Lennie, my year-younger sister, and I sometimes get a
        little lonely.  Because we've had to depend on each other for
        friendship, Lennie and I get along a lot better than most
        brothers and sisters.  I consider her a good friend, and she
        views me the same way.

        Lennie (that's short for "Marlene"--Mom and Dad were Dietrich
        fans) and I look a lot alike.  We're both blond with freckles
        and built on the lean side.  (I like to think of myself as
        "wiry" and Lennie as "petite," but I guess most people would
        classify us both as "thin.")  A lot of girls think I'm nice-
        looking, or at least Lennie tells me they do.  Lennie's nice-
        looking, too.  Although she is slender, she blossomed early and
        is endowed with really nice breasts, firm, well-rounded hips
        and a tight, squirmy little bottom.  I've heard boys at school
        talk about how they would give anything to get in her panties,
        so I'm not the only boy who thinks she's sexy and pretty.

        Even though we were close friends and confided in each other,
        Lennie and I never did anything sexual with each other.  I
        hadn't seen her nude in about four years (and it was an
        accident, then) and we never "played doctor" or anything like
        that.  We hadn't even talked about sex, so I really didn't know
        how much she knew or how she felt about it.  Since Mom and Dad
        only let her double date, I figured she had not an opportunity
        to go very far with any boy.  I believed that even though she
        was almost seventeen years old, she for a certainty was still a
        virgin.

        Being a virgin was something I could identify with, because I
        too was still afflicted with that condition.  Not only was I
        still a virgin, but I had never touched a girl sexually and had
        never seen naked breasts or a pussy except in girlie magazines.
        I had had many a fantasy about seeing and touching a naked girl
        and finally going all the way and losing my virginity, but thus
        far the only sexual pleasure I had experienced was from mastur-
        bation.  Although this exercise gave me some relief, it didn't
        last long, and I seemed to grow hornier with each passing day.

        My situation pretty well rocked along like this until the time
        Mom and Dad had to leave town for the weekend to attend a
        funeral.  Because we had animals that needed feeding, I got the
        chore of staying home and taking care of them.  That suited me
        fine, because I had no desire at all to go with Mom and Dad.
        When Lennie found I was staying home, she pleaded to stay home
        too.  Mom and Dad allowed it on the condition that neither of
        us have a date while they were gone.  They did agree that I
        could go see the movie at the drive-in as long as I took Lennie
        with me.  I hadn't planned to leave her at home by herself
        anyway, so that wasn't any big deal.  After final admonitions
        to behave ourselves and eat well, Mom and Dad finally left on
        Friday morning just as Lennie and I hurried to catch the school
        bus.

        After school was out and Lennie and I rode the school bus home,
        I went down to the barn and took care of my chores--feeding the
        cattle, filling the hog trough, and putting seed in the chicken
        feeder.  When I finished and got back to the house, Lennie had
        cooked supper and had it on the table.  She's a good cook, and
        I complimented her on the meal.  She seemed pleased by the
        compliment and said that she liked trying to be a "good wife"
        for me.  She smiled and said there were a lot of things about
        being a wife she didn't know about yet, but she was looking
        forward to finding out about them.  I laughed and told her she
        still had a ways to go before that happened.  She just smiled
        again--a soft, enigmatic sort of smile--and said, "Well, maybe
        so, maybe not.  In the meantime, why don't we get cleaned up so
        we can go to the movie.  You are taking me to the movie
        tonight, aren't you?"

        "You bet," I replied.  I couldn't resist teasing her a little
        and added, "You finally get to go on a one-on-one date, but
        it's with your brother."

        With that strange smile back on her face, Lennie said, "Well,
        make fun of me if you want, big brother, but I could do a whole
        lot worse.  I lot of my friends would love to be in my place
        tonight."

        "Yeah, I'll bet.  Who are you talking about--skinny, buck-
        toothed Sally?"

        Lennie laughed and said, "Well, I'm sure she would too, but I
        was talking about Lauren."

        "Lauren Wilton?  You mean Lauren Wilton wants to have a date
        with me?  How did you find out?  She's so quiet, I'm amazed
        she would have talked about it."

        Lennie grinned and said, "She's just quiet around you.  Around
        other girls she's not that way.  She's told me a lot of things
        about herself--some of them really personal.  One of the things
        was that she has a bad case of the hots for you."

        I was totally surprised by Lennie's revelation.  Lauren Wilton
        was a girl about Lennie's age, and even though she was quiet
        and a little on the shy side, I had always thought she was
        pretty.  Not only pretty, but sexy, with a cute cheerleader-
        type body.  I began to think that maybe there was more to
        Lauren than met the eye and that I should think about asking
        her for a date.  I wasn't sure what Lennie meant by "hots," but
        it did sound as if the prospects might be better than just a
        little hand-holding.  Even though Lauren's brother and I were
        friends, I wasn't averse to the thought of trying to find out
        just what her "hots" amounted to.

        I was also surprised by Lennie's using such a word to describe
        how Lauren felt.  I had considered Lennie to be completely
        innocent and naive about sex and was taken aback that she
        seemed to be a little more knowledgeable about the subject than
        I have given her credit for.  I realized from the way she
        described her relation with Lauren that girls talked among
        themselves just as boys did and recognized she might be a whole
        further down the road of knowledge than I thought.  I also
        realized that maybe I had been wrong about her.  Maybe she
        really wasn't a virgin, maybe she had already in fact been
        laid.  As good looking as she was, I could see where boys would
        want to plow her little garden--in the deepest, most secret of
        my masturbatory fantasies, I had even thought about my being
        the one to do it.  "What a kick that would be," I thought.
        "What if she's already been screwing while I've just been
        pulling my pud.  Somehow or other I'm going to have to find out
        about her before the weekend is over and Mom and Dad get back.
        I'll have to find out more about Lauren, too."

        By the time I had taken a shower and changed clothes, it was
        getting dark enough to start heading toward the drive-in movie.
        Lennie was already dressed and waiting for me.  She had on a
        tank top and hip-hugger jeans that accented the firm mounds of
        her breasts and showed her cute little ass to its full
        advantage.  If she hadn't been my sister, I would have been
        tempted to whistle in admiration.  "That girl is really getting
        ripe," I thought.  "Some lucky guy's going to pluck that cherry
        soon, and I do mean soon."  I couldn't help but feel a little
        envy for whoever the lucky guy might be.

        As we started walking toward the pickup, Lennie linked her arm
        through mine and with a big smile said, "Hi, big-brother date.
        I'm glad you're taking me to the movie all alone.  This way I
        can see what's it's like to go out with a boy on a one-on-one
        date.  Double dates are okay, but a one-on-one date would be a
        whole lot more fun, if you know what I mean."

        I laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess it's hard to get to sneak a
        kiss with an audience watching."

        Lennie squeezed my arm and whispered, "Yeah, it makes it hard
        to do that, too."  She laughed at her own remark and then gave
        my arm one last squeeze before getting into the pick-up.

        When we got to the drive-in movie, it was closed.  A sign in
        front of it said they were having electrical power problems and
        would reopen in two days.  "Well, what do we do now?" I asked
        aloud.

        "What about that drive-in over in Hale County?  It's only about
        twenty miles and we can be there before the movie is very far
        along."

        "Gee, I don't know, Len.  I understand all they show there are
        adult movies."

        "Why do you think I want to go?" Lennie said, grinning.  "I've
        always wanted to see an adult movie, and now we have the
        chance.  We can both pass for eighteen, so we'll lie about our
        ages.  Come on, Rickie, don't be chicken.  Take me to see the
        sexy movie over at the Hale County passion pit."

        Well, you don't get by giving me a dare like that, so I gunned
        the pickup and we got to the movie in only twenty-five minutes.
        It was already dark, and I guess in the dark Len and I looked
        old enough because we were allowed to buy tickets without any
        questions asked.  I doused my lights and we drove into the
        movie and took a space on the last row, one of the few left.
        I was still trying to get the speaker into the window, when Len
        whispered, "God, look at that!"

        The "that" she was referring to was a completely naked girl
        with tits and pussy showing for all to see.  She was in the
        arms of a man dressed in just a pair of shorts and they were
        just starting to kiss.  The camera zoomed in on their mouths
        and you could see their tongues touching and playing sensuous
        games with each other.  I finally got the speaker to working
        and we could hear the girl moaning softly as the man dropped
        his hands to her ass and softly caressed her firm buttocks.
        After they had kissed and caressed each other for a few
        seconds, the man picked up the girl and carried her through a
        doorway.

        The next scene showed the man and girl on a bed.  He was on top
        of her, thrusting his buttocks in and out like he was giving
        her the screwing of her life.  Both of their moans poured out
        of the speaker and filled the cab of the truck.  Even though
        you couldn't see where their bodies were supposed to be joined,
        it sure did look like they were enjoying some of the hottest
        sex I had ever imagined.  After a few minutes, they both cried
        out real loud and became still.  If I hadn't known they were
        just acting, I would have sworn they had both come all over
        that bed.  Upon completion of their climax, the picture faded
        and the scene changed to another couple, this one fully
        dressed.

        The new couple didn't stayed clothed very long.  The man soon
        had the woman's blouse and bra off and was licking and nibbling
        on her nipples.  He loosened her skirt so that it fell to the
        floor and she undid his belt and pushed his pants down.  They
        then fell on a bed and rubbed and caressed each other all over.
        The man tugged at the girl's panties and soon had them down
        over her feet.  She was now completely naked and her breasts
        and pussy were revealed for all to see.  She was panting and
        trying to pull the man over on top of her.  He wasn't any dummy
        and soon he was on top of her going through the same sort of
        copulation movements the earlier couple had used.

        Just the sounds they were making, much less the hot action, had
        me completely aroused and my cock was rigid and throbbing,
        completely filling the front of my jeans.  I was breathing
        hard and aching to put my hand on my cock and relieve the
        pressure that had built to such a fever pitch.  Glancing
        sideways, I saw that the movie was having a similar effect on
        Lennie.  She was squirming on the seat and breathing as hard as
        I was.  She scooted across the seat right up next to me and
        grabbed me by the arm.  "This movie is something, isn't it?"
        she whispered.

        "Yeah, it sure is."

        "Do you think they're really doing it?  The way they're pushed
        together I can't see that part, but it sure looks like he's
        doing it to her, doesn't it?"

        "They're probably just faking it, but it sure does look real."

        Lennie whispered, "God, I've never seen anything like this.
        The only thing wrong is that the girls show everything, but the
        fronts of the boys never show.  You get to see the parts you
        want, but I don't."

        We sat there watching the movie for a while, neither of us
        saying anything, the only sound sighs and moans coming from the
        speaker and our hot breathing.  Lennie was still up close
        against me, her hand clutching the upper part of my arm.  My
        cock was throbbing against its denim cage and I was almost in
        pain from the need to touch it and spew out the juices I was
        building up.  Lennie must have felt similarly, because she put
        one hand down to the inside of her thigh and squirmed her
        bottom around on the seat.

        She leaned toward me and whispered, "What does watching a movie
        like this do to you?  Does it get you excited?"

        "Oh, God, yes!  How about you?"

        Lennie replied, "Yeah, it does me that way too.  Seeing those
        couples make out like that has made me horny as hell." She put
        a hand down on top of my thigh and leaned over so that she had
        her mouth against my ear.  "What happens to you when you get
        horny?  Do you get an erection like the sex-ed books say?"

        Lennie's touch was like electricity.  My cock had been hard
        before, but now it stretched even further out, swelling like I
        had never had it do before.  Barely able to catch my breath, I
        answered, "Yeah, I get a hard-on."

        "You're hard right now?" she whispered.  Without waiting for an
        answer, she moved her hand between my thighs right up to where
        it covered the hard shaft of my cock.  She rubbed my bulge and
        whispered, "God, Rickie!  The whole front of your jeans are
        swelled out."  Leaving her hand on my cock, just barely
        caressing the bulge, she said, "What do you do when it gets
        like this?"

        Taken aback by her question, I stammered, "Well, I...I take
        care of it."  Determined to even the score, I asked her, "What
        do YOU do when you get horny?"

        She laughed softly and answered, "I use my hand and relieve
        myself.  How do you do it?"

        I laughed along with her and said, "I beat off, too."

        Stilling leaning against me, Lennie said, "Do you need to beat
        off now?"

        "Oh, God, YES!  I'm practically dying.  How about you?"

        "In the very worst sort of way," Lennie whispered.  "Do you
        think maybe...?"

        "It would be okay to do it here, in front of each other?" I
        said, finishing the sentence for her.

        "Yeah, that's what I was going to say," Lennie said, laughing
        nervously.

        "We will probably both enjoy the movie better if we did.  Yeah,
        let's do it."

        I had no more than gotten the words out than Lennie had her
        hands at her waist unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down
        to where they were around her knees.  Even in the dim light
        I could see her push a pair of bikini panties down to join the
        jeans.  Having bared herself for action, she leaned back
        against the seat and spread her legs apart.  Immediately one of
        her hands was inserted between her thighs, up into the darker
        shadow I could see there at their juncture.  She soon had her
        hand in motion, and a sigh of pleasure came from her lips.

        Seeing her behave in such a lewd and open manner made me
        hornier than I had ever been in my life and I soon had my jeans
        and shorts down to my knees just like her.  My cock sprang up
        tall, bumping against the steering wheel.  Lennie must have
        been watching me as I had watched her because I heard a gasp
        from her as my cock stood rigidly, quivering slightly.

        "God, Rickie, your penis is so big and hard.  I had no idea
        boy's got that big.  It must be nine inches long."

        I had never thought one way or another about how big my cock
        was.  I had never compared my hard-on with other guy's and just
        assumed mine was of average size.  I was a little puzzled by
        Lennie's reaction and could only say, "Yeah, I guess that's
        about right."

        "I've never seen a boy's penis before.  I wish there was more
        light so I could see it better.  Is it okay if I touch it?"

        Could she touch it?  Oh, God, I had fantasized about a girl
        holding and stroking my cock, and now here was one asking me if
        it were okay to do so.  Finally, I managed to whisper, "Yeah,
        if you want to."

        Lennie reached out her hand and ran her fingertips up and down
        the length of my cock, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
        I gasped at the touch and jerked my hips in reaction.  She
        pulled her hand back and asked, "Oh, God, Rickie, did I hurt
        you?"

        "No," I stammered.  "It just felt so good for someone else to
        touch me that I couldn't help the reaction."

        She reached out her hand again and wrapped it around my cock,
        holding it lightly in her grip.  "If it feels so good for me to
        touch you, why don't you let me give you the relief you need.
        Tell me what I'm supposed to do."

        "Just hold lightly like that and rub your hand up and down.
        That's all it takes."  After a fews strokes, she had the hang
        of it and all I could do was moan in reaction.

        After just a few strokes, she stopped and whispered, "Rickie,
        would you mind touching me like I'm touching you.  That way we
        can give each other relief at the same time.  Please, will you
        do me like I'm doing you?"

        "No," I whispered back, "I would like to do that very much.
        I've never touched a girl before, though, and you will have to
        show me what I'm supposed to do."

        Lennie took my trembling hand and guided it between her thighs.
        I felt the crinkled hair of her pubic area and then I felt the
        swollen labial lips that were nestled in its midst.  Moving a
        finger between those lips, I found she was wet and slick there,
        like someone had coated her with some like of slickum.  It was
        incredibly hot, too, like the heat of her body had concentrated
        in that one spot.  I moved my finger up and down the slickened
        furrow and found a little bump right at its top.  Lennie jumped
        as my fingertip moved across it, and she grabbed my hand,
        whispering, "Yes, right there.  Feel that bump?  It's my feel-
        good spot.  Just make sure you touch it real often."  I was
        soon stroking my finger up and down her wet furrow, moving it
        from top to bottom and lightly touching the little bump each
        time.  She muttered "Ummm, yes," and thrust her hips toward my
        each of my hand strokes.  "Yes, yes," she whispered softly,
        "keep doing it just like that--I'm so hot it won't take much
        more."

        I could hardly believe Lennie was talking like that.  Even
        though her remark about having never seen a cock before con-
        vinced me she was still a virgin, she seemed to know as much
        and to be as interested in sex as I was.  From the way she was
        reacting to my touch, her excitement was at least a match for
        mine.

        And talking excitement--now that she had me stroking her to her
        satisfaction, she had returned her attention to my cock and
        matched her hand movements on it with those I was using on her
        wet pussy.  I couldn't control my hips, but thrust them up to
        her hand, meeting each of her hand strokes with an upward push
        of my rigid shaft.

        Lennie was reacting in a similar manner, pushing her wet sex
        toward my hand and squirming her hips around in little circles.
        We could see the man on the screen moving his ass rapidly as
        though he were screwing the girl hard and fast.  From the moans
        coming from the speaker, I could tell the couple on the screen
        was building up to the same sort of massive orgasm that was
        rushing upon Lennie and me.  Almost as if we had discussed and
        agreed to such action, Lennie and I increased the pace of our
        motions, racing with the couple on the screen, seeking to reach
        orgasm at the same time as our cinematic counterparts.  After a
        few moments of this action, it was impossible to distinguish
        the sounds we were making from those coming from the speaker.

        Although having my hand in a girl's pussy for the very first
        time and seeing the couple screw on the screen had worked me up
        to a level of passion I had never before experienced, I wasn't
        the first to come.  Lennie was first.  She threw her head back
        against the truck seat and pushed her hips hard against my
        hand, clamping her thighs tightly together.  Her whole pelvis
        shuddered and moved with rapid little jerks.  She moaned
        softly, "Oooohhhhhhhh, yesssssss!  Oh, God, I'm there!  Oh,
        God, I'm coming, commminngg, cummmiinnnng."  Her moans faded
        off and she slowly relaxed her thighs from my hand, her
        breathing still labored.  She opened her eyes and said softly,
        "Oh, God, I came like I never have before."  She gripped my
        cock in her hand once more and asked, "Did you come, too?"

        "No," I whispered, "not yet.  I'm almost there, though.  Just
        do what you were doing before."

        Lennie resumed her stroking of my cock, moving her hand up to
        the pulsating head.  Seeing Lennie orgasm had made me almost
        come and pre-come now covered the plum-red knob.  She moved her
        hand into the wetness and said, "The top is all wet.  Are you
        sure you didn't come?"

        "No, I'm just wet from excitement, like you were.  Keep that up
        just a few more strokes and I'll get there.  You'll know it
        when I do."

        The couple on the screen had finished and the man was now
        standing, leaving the girl on the bed with her knees up and
        legs spread apart.  Her pussy was wide open and I could see a
        little of the pink flesh inside her labial lips.  I imagined
        that it had been my cock that just explored that hair-covered
        joy hole and filled it with my hot outpouring.  Lennie's
        stroking had made my whole cock slick with pre-come, and her
        strokes and touches were giving me almost unbearable pleasure.
        That pleasure coupled with my fantasy about the girl on the
        screen did it for me and it was now my turn to jerk and thrust
        and moan.  I pushed my hips up, thrusting my cock hard into her
        hand.  It swelled and jerked and a huge glob of sperm erupted
        from it and shot up into the air, hitting the dash board of the
        truck.  It was immediately followed by another one, and then
        another.  Now it was no longer shooting in the air, but
        spurting more weakly, just flowing over Lennie's hand and
        dripping onto my groin.  Lennie was still stroking it, her hand
        covered in jism, slick and wet.  I had grunted with each spurt
        of sperm and only now began to relax and quieten down.  My cock
        was still rigid and hard, even though it had quit jerking and
        come had finally stopped flowing.  I put my hand on Lennie's
        and stopped her motions, but she kept her hand on my rigidity,
        just squeezing lightly with little loving caresses.  I managed
        finally to whisper, "In case you didn't figure it out, I just
        came."

        Lennie whispered with a trace of awe in her voice, "Oh, God,
        did you EVER!  I had no idea it would be like that.  I knew
        from sex-ed that boys shot sperm out their penises when they
        had a climax, but you must have squirted a whole gallon.  It's
        all over everything."

        "Well, that's more than I usually do.  My being able to touch
        you and having you touch me made me so excited that I just kept
        coming and coming."

        "You liked touching me?" Lennie whispered.

        "Oh, God, yes. Did you like my touching you?"

        Lennie's hand squeezing my cock harder and she murmured, "Yes!
        Yes!  I loved it.  I've been wanting a boy to touch me there
        for the longest, and it finally happened."

        Lennie's hand on my cock was beginning to feel real good again,
        and I knew that if she kept stroking me I soon would be
        baptizing the truck with another load of my jism.  I put my
        hand down on the inside of Lennie's thigh and ran it up to
        where I made contact with her pussy.  "Want to do it again?" I
        asked softly.

        Lennie put her other hand behind my head and pulled my face
        down to hers.  She put her lips against mine and just brushed
        them lightly together.  "Yes!" she whispered, "I want to do it
        again, and then again, over and over until we can't do it
        any more.  But I also want to see what I'm doing.  I want to be
        able to see your penis, to be able to look at it in full light,
        not the darkness here in the truck."  She brushed her lips
        against mine again, a little teasing kiss that made my cock
        throb even harder, and said, "There's no one at the house,
        Rickie.  We'll have it all to ourselves.  We can take off all
        our clothes and see each other completely, touch each other all
        over.  We have the whole weekend alone, and we can do anything
        we want to.  I can really play like I'm your wife."

        I remembered her comment earlier about being my wife and the
        enigmatic smile she had on her face when she said it.  There
        were all sorts of things she could mean by the statement, and I
        could hardly wait to find out what promises it held.  I reached
        under the seat and got out a box of paper napkins and between
        the two of us we soon had the truck and ourselves cleaned up
        and our clothes back in place.  All the evidence of our mutual
        passion was now cleared away.  All, that is, except the scent
        of passion that still filled the truck.

        Lennie sat up tight against me as we rode home, her hand
        between my legs, lightly rubbing across my bulging cock.  I
        wanted to touch her too, but needed to keep both hands on the
        steering wheel.  I mentally vowed to make up for lost time just
        as soon as we got home.

        Just before we came to a filling station, Lennie said, "Rickie,
        stop here.  I need to tinkle real bad."

        I stopped the truck and Lennie went to the girl's room.  I was
        glad she wanted to stop because I needed to go pretty badly
        myself.  When I went into the restroom, I saw a condom
        dispenser on the wall.  Although I couldn't imagine Lennie's
        and my needing them, I nonetheless used up all my change and
        got four of them.  In any event, I would be prepared if the
        chance to use a condom ever came up.

        Lennie came out of the restroom shortly after I had gotten back
        into the truck and was smiling real big.  "You must feel
        better," I said.

        Lennie scooted over next to me and laid her head on my shoulder
        and put her hand back between my legs.  "Yeah, everything's
        taken care of," she said.  "Now, take me home.  Take me home so
        I can continue my first date."


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                          TO BE CONTINUED IN PART II  
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