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Author: Day Dreamer 1993 [address unknown]
Title:  FIRST DATE (A Story of Brother and Sister Sex)

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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 any-
where 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 con-
sider 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,  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, 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 masturbation. 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 feed-
ing, 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. A 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 de-
scribe 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  lot  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. 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. 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 bottom to
its full advantage.  If she hadn't been my sister, I would
have been tempted to whistle in admiration.

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 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 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  be-
fore 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 pro-
blems 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 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.  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 wasn't any dummy and soon
he was on top of her going through the same sort of  copu-
lation 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,
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.  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 makes 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."
Still  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."

"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 few 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  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
something like 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  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
convinced 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, "Oooohhhhhh,
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 purple  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 flow-
ing 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."

"You liked touching me?" Lennie whispered. "Oh, God, yes.
Did you like my touching you?" I replied.

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 them came along.........

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