Well crap. I didn't delete that thread, and I thought it was getting adequately bumped. I'll try again. I'm a little worried though, as this happened before. If a janitor is doing this, please let me know what I'm doing wrong. Wincest and greentext have always been okay before.
Zoe’s Story: Part 9
>Wake up to my alarm the next morning.
>Drag my ass out of bed and into the shower.
>I can tell Zoe has already showered.
>She needs more time to get ready, and her school starts before mine.
>Plus, she has a longer trip than me via bus.
>I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, then head back to my room to get dressed.
>I head downstairs for some breakfast.
>Mom’s already got it ready.
>Just some cereal, toast, bacon, and juice.
>Mom generally doesn’t do much for breakfast on weekdays.
>I notice Zoe isn’t downstairs.
>It’s kind of strange, since she’s usually starving in the morning.
>Still, I figure she’s just running late, and sit down to eat.
>Mom apparently doesn’t think too much of it either.
>She eats some grapefruit and some cereal.
>Our normal rule of waiting until everyone is seated until eating is suspended on school days.
>Eat in silence for a few minutes.
>Neither mom nor me are morning people, unlike Zoe.
>Speaking of which, where is she?
>Finally Zoe comes down the stairs.
>Walking down them, not running like she normally would.
>She walks over slowly and sits down at the table.
>Picks up some toast, starts nibbling at it.
>Alarm bells start going off.
>Zoe didn’t go straight for the bacon.
>Mom looks at Zoe, noticing the same thing.
>”Honey, are you okay?”
>Zoe sets the piece of toast she was eating down on her plate.
>”I’m not feeling well.”
>Zoe is generally pretty healthy.
>As in almost never sick.
>Mom stands up, goes over to Zoe.
>She puts her hand on Zoe’s forehead.
>”You don’t feel warm.”
>Still, she looks concerned.
>Zoe is her baby, after all.
>”What’s the matter, baby?” she asks.
>Zoe picks up her toast, takes another bite before answering.
>”I got my period.”
>Then I look around, to make sure I didn’t say that aloud.
>Apparently I didn’t, as neither of them look my way.
>That’s a good thing.
>Mom would be suspicious.
>Zoe might not take it the right way, even after our talk.
>I keep eating, pretending to ignore the conversation.
>I do that a lot when the talk turns to woman stuff.
>”Oh,” Mom says, glancing my way.
>She’s always kind of reluctant to talk female biology with Zoe while I’m around.
>”I feel a little sick, and I’ve got cramps again,” Zoe says, her hand over her stomach.
>”Again?” Mom looks a little surprised, but sympathetic.
>Zoe nods. “Like last month.
>Mom makes sympathetic mom sounds.
>”Oh, Zoey, you should have told me you were having problems.”
>Zoe shrugs. “I thought I was just sick last month.”
>”Well, we see the doctor tomorrow. Can you get by until then?”
>Mom smiles gently at Zoe.
>”Let me get you something that will help for now.”
>She looks down at Zoe’s plate of bacon and toast.
>She transfers the bacon to my plate.
>”Here, Anon. Don’t let this go to waste.”
>Mom turns and walks into the living room to get her purse.
>As soon as Mom turns away, Zoe grabs two strips of bacon off of my plate.
>She crams them into her mouth, chewing quickly.
>”You aren’t sick?” I whisper to her.
>She shakes her head, grabbing another piece and stuffing her face.
>”But… you did get your period?” I ask, trying to keep my voice neutral.
>Zoe nods, washing down the bacon with some apple juice.
>Whew. I was worried she had been making that part up.
>Mom is rummaging through her purse now in the living room.
>”This is how my friend got on the pill,” Zoe whispers to me.
>”Except she actually had cramps and stuff.”
>Zoe’s finished the pieces of her bacon Mom had moved onto my plate.
>Now she’s grabbing my share of bacon, too.
>Even before she was letting me have sex with her, I probably would have allowed it.
>Now that we are screwing, and after finding out she wasn’t pregnant, I’d kill a pig for her and smoke it myself.
>Mom starts walking back from the living room.
>Zoe hears her coming up behind her, and swallows the last mouthful of food she has.
>”Here, take these, honey.”
>Mom gives Zoe some pills.
>Zoe takes the pills, and washes them down with more juice.
>She kisses Mom on the cheek.
>”I’m feeling a little better already,” she says gamely.
>Mom looks at my plate.
>”It looks like your brother didn’t finish all of your bacon,” she says.
>Actually, I only ate one piece of mine.
>Zoe ate all of hers, and some of mine already.
>”I’ll finish it then,” Zoe says brightly.
>She grabs my last two pieces and eats them.
>Mom turns to grab Zoe’s backpack off of the couch.
>Zoe kisses me quickly, on the lips.
>She tastes like bacon and cherry lip gloss.
>Not a bad combination, actually.
>She breaks the kiss before Mom can turn back.
>Mom hands Zoe her backpack.
>”Okay, honey, as long as you’re okay for school, you better get running now.”
>I see from the clock that Zoe’s bus will be here any minute.
>Zoe carries the backpack by one strap, waves at the two of us, and walks out the door.
>Zoe’s cereal was untouched, so I grab it and pour milk into it.
>She’d eaten almost all of my bacon, and I was still hungry.
>Mom grabs Zoe’s other plate and juice glass, plus her own plates, and dumps them in the sink.
>Kisses me on the cheek, then heads out to her car.
>I wolf down Zoe’s cereal, then add my dishes to the ones in the sink.
>Then I grab my backpack, and start walking to school.
>Despite my bacon-deprived state, I am still elated.
>Zoe wasn’t pregnant!
>Even though I’d cum in her multiple times, we’d gotten lucky.
>Or maybe it wasn’t luck.
>I wasn’t sure how the female fertility cycle worked out.
>I probably could have asked Zoe when her period was due days ago.
>That wasn’t something a guy normally asked his sister.
>But I was doing a lot of things with Zoe a brother normally wouldn’t.
>And underneath all of my relief, there was a faint bit of disappointment.
>I maybe wanted to get Zoe pregnant. A little.
>Maybe more than just a little.
>Zoe wanted to get pregnant a lot.
>Maybe more than a lot.
>What stopped us was the knowledge of the consequences.
>Although it wasn’t so much stopping, as slowing things down.
>Despite knowing the circumstances from the start,
>I’d allowed myself to cum in Zoe multiple times.
>And despite the guilt I’d felt afterwards, I’d kept doing it.
>Zoe seemed to feel no guilt over those times, despite knowing what could happen.
>Or at least knowing that she could become pregnant.
>Once I had explained what other things would happen because of that, she’d changed her tune.
>But then she’d thrown out the offer of waiting until she was older.
>It would still be bad to make Zoe pregnant, even then.
>Although I had to admit, if we were going to do it, her being older would be better.
>It was still so insane just to think about, but also so far in the future.
>The trick was just getting to that future, without getting Zoe pregnant by accident.
>But if she could get on the pill, which was seeming more likely, that would be a big help.
>It was a normal school day.
>At least the new normal, after I had started sleeping with my sister.
>The girls there seemed to hold less appeal for me now.
>Sure, I still looked, and made comments to my friends about them.
>But honestly, few of them were as attractive as Zoe.
>None of them had quite that right mix of innocent and sexy.
>And of course, none of them were related to me.
>Somehow, this had become more important to me.
>Even if it somewhat reduced my dating pool.
>But when the pool included Zoe, that was more than enough.
>I realized that I could be perfectly happy with Zoe as my lover for the rest of my life.
>I was only 17, but I already knew what I wanted in a woman, and the woman I wanted.
>But Zoe. Zoe was 13, and still developing, physically, mentally, and socially.
>She loved me fiercely, and with all her heart.
>But her heart was still subject to change.
>Would her infatuation with me fade as we got older?
>Would boys her own age begin to catch her eye?
>Or would she just come to realize that what we were doing was wrong?
>Would there come a day when we made love for the last time?
>And after that, there would just be awkwardness, and a new gulf between us.
>We’d only been involved romantically for such a short time now.
>There was still so much that could wrong, so fast.
>I couldn’t bring myself to worry about what might happen in that possibly dismal future.
>I could never undo what had happened to Zoe and myself.
>And for the most part, despite knowing better, I really didn’t want to.
>But I knew each day with Zoe, with her as both my sister and my lover
>were more precious than gold.
>I would treasure them, and hoped they lasted forever.
>And I’d try to be a good brother to Zoe, and an even better lover.
>There were any number of things I could do after school.
>There was always some students stopping for fast food, or coffee.
>There was cheerleader practice to watch.
>I had a friend or two nearby, with open invites to watch tv, or play games, or shoot hoops.
>Or there was going home, straight to Zoe.
>I went straight home, to where I most wanted to be.
>I didn’t quite run.
>Zoe’s bus dropped her off right about when my school was letting out.
>I figured I’d give her some time at home, before I showed up.
>I even waited, just around the corner, in case I was arriving too early.
>Part of it was that, as much as I wanted to be home as soon as possible.
>There was somehow a fear that I would arrive home, and Zoe would not be there.
>Or that she would be, but everything that had passed between us would have somehow been erased.
>And we would just go back to being brother and sister, like nothing ever happened.
>So it was with some trepidation that I finally went home, and opened the door slowly.
>And felt my fears vanish.
>Zoe was there, standing in the living room.
>She was smiling at me, as only Zoe can smile at someone.
>She was wearing just her bra and panties.
>They were pink, and feminine, and just a bit racier than what she normally wore.
>Although not entirely outrageous for a girl roughly her age.
>I did not recognize them, although I wasn’t privy to Zoe’s underwear drawer.
>Still, from how they looked, I suspected they were from the recent shopping trip.
>Zoe turns around slowly, modeling them for me.
>”What do you think of them, Anon?”
>I exhale slowly, looking at Zoe.
>As always, she looked stunning.
>And it was a push-up bra, which emphasized Zoe’s assets.
>I loved her small tits the way they were now
>But the bra gave a hint at what they would soon be.
>Zoe’s gaze follows my own.
>”Yeah, I have cleavage now!” She says proudly.
>She uses her arms to squeeze her tits together farther.
>Her cleavage deepens.
>”But it’s only from the bra,” she says, a little sadly.
>”Still, they are getting bigger on their own.”
>”Someday, you’ll be able to put your penis between them.”
>That catches me off-guard.
>Although I find myself looking forward to someday performing the act she describes.
>”…and they’re still too small to properly feed a baby,” she continues.
>She looks at me coyly.
>”But my getting pregnant won’t happen for a while, anyway.”
>She looks down at her chest.
>”And then they’d get even bigger, because of the baby coming.”
>Then she looks back at me, and smiles.
>”After the doctor tomorrow, we won’t have to worry about babies anyway.”
>”I’m sure the doctor will put me on the pill.”
>”It worked for my friend, and her big sister.”
>She looks at me, biting her lip.
>”Then we can make love without you wearing anything.”
>Then Zoe smiles at me, and takes some pink and poofy thing from around her wrist.
>She begins to gather up her hair, and uses whatever it was to tie up her hair in a ponytail.
If it gets pruned again, I'll take it as some sign of janitor action, and give up for tonight. I'd likely try tomorrow unless a janitor tells me this is against the rules, which would be news to me.
>By now, I had finally been trained to know what this meant.
>Even if I wasn’t pretty sure that this was going to happen anyway, as part of our afterschool ritual.
>”Please, sit down,” Zoe tells me, smiling as she finishes fussing with her hair.
>She starts to walk over to the couch.
>I follow her there, already unzipping my pants.
>I’d been developing an erection as soon as school ended.
>It had actually beat me home by a good second.
>I pull down my pants and boxers as I get to the couch, as otherwise I might not be able to sit at all.
>Zoe grabs a cushion from the couch, and sets it down between my legs, then kneels on it.
>She’s already licking her lips, getting them slick.
>They glisten in the afternoon light, a mixture of saliva and lip gloss.
>Her hand goes around my cock, experimentally gripping the base of it.
>She licks the head once, licking her lips again after she does so.
>”We shouldn’t have sex for the next few days,” she says.
>”I mean, we don’t have sex during school days normally, anyway.”
>”But if I get the pills tomorrow, it will probably take a while to work,”
>”And… well, there’s that other thing for the next few days, too.”
>Zoe blushes, and I realize she was talking about her period.
>I blush a little too, although it’s weird what embarrasses us these days, given our level of intimacy.
>”The funny thing is though,” Zoe says, licking the tip of my cock again. “I want to do it even more now.”
>Then she takes me into her mouth, and all embarrassment on both our parts is gone.
>Zoe’s mouth drives away all of my earlier concerns.
>About Zoe getting pregnant,
>about people finding out about us,
>and even about Zoe one day outgrowing me.
>When Zoe are I are doing things like this
>When she’s giving me a blowjob
>Or when we’re frantically screwing
>And Zoe is making it clear that I’m the center of her world
>I can believe that this is forever
>And with Zoe’s head bobbing up and down on the end of my cock
>Her small hand gently stroking the rest
>I wish this could last forever as well.
>And Zoe doesn’t seem to be in any hurry.
>We know we have a good hour, at least, before Mom gets home.
>So she sucks me slowly, leisurely.
>After a minute, she maneuvers one of my legs so that the bottom part is between her thighs.
>And she starts humping herself against it as she blows me.
>She’s got her fingers in her panties too, so she’s doubly stimulated.
>True to her earlier words, she seems hornier than normal.
>Maybe it’s the slightly more sexy underwear she has on,
>Or maybe it has to do with her period
>But she’s actually enjoying this even more than I am.
>She cums, almost gagging on my cock as she fights for breath.
>Her pussy grinds against my shin, separated just by her panties.
>Then she has both hands on my cock and balls, and redoubles her efforts to pleasure me.
>She wrests her mouth off of me for a second.
>”I’ll try to swallow it all this time,” she says.
>”But just in case… try not to get anything on my new stuff.”
>Then, before I can respond, she’s back to sucking me.
>She’s no longer humping my leg.
>All of her attention is devoted to me, and making me cum.
>And she’s well on her way to making that happen.
>Against my better judgment, I kind of want to fuck her at this point.
>My brain’s not at its sharpest, low on blood supply as it is.
>I don’t care that she’s unprotected.
>I don’t care that she’s on her period.
>The second might make the first irrelevant, for all I know.
>Although Zoe seems a little self-conscious about having sex while on her period.
>Then the temptation is removed from me as Zoe succeeds in her efforts.
>She’s become better each time she’s done this.
>Far better than her level of experience, and tender age would suggest.
>I gasp as I feel myself release into her waiting mouth.
>Zoe makes muffled noises as she works hard to swallow everything I’m giving her.
>Her hand goes under her mouth.
>But it remains empty, as she manages somehow to keep ahead of the onslaught.
>She’s swallowing heroically, her mouth still wrapped tightly around me, as is her other hand.
>It’s milking my cock now, trying to help me release everything.
>And then, Zoe leans back, her lips lingering tightly on my cock as her mouth leaves it.
>She swallows what’s left in her mouth.
>Then she sighs happily, and lays her head down on my lap.
>”Thanks for letting me do that to you, Anon,” she says.
I had this happen another time I posted, but I thought it had stopped. Not sure what's up.
>We stay like that for a few minutes.
>Zoe’s head in my lap, not too far away from my softening cock.
>My hand softly stroking her hair, and playing with her ponytail.
>Then Zoe lifts her head, smiling lovingly at me.
>”I guess we should shower before Mom gets home.”
>”The both of us?” I ask.
>”I’d like that, but Mom probably wouldn’t.”
>She gets to her feet, and carefully replaces the cushion on the couch.
>She gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
>I don’t even mind that there may be some sperm there.
>Not enough to refuse the kiss, at least.
>Then she turns, inspecting herself quickly to make sure there’s no stray cum on her.
>With a last lingering glance at me, she turns and heads up the stairs.
>I sigh, and stand up, pulling up my pants as I do so.
>I grab my backpack, and head upstairs.
>Zoe is already in the shower, although she’s left the door ajar.
>Perhaps it was just haste, or maybe it’s her way of teasing me.
>With Zoe, it’s hard to tell what is carelessness and innocence, and what is seduction.
>But I look at the time, and realize that, regardless of Zoe’s intentions, we can’t risk it.
>I go into my room, toss my backpack on the bed, and check my email.
>Zoe stops by my room after her shower.
>She’s wearing a single bath towel.
>It’s wrapped around her hair.
>I can’t help looking at her still damp, naked little body.
>”It’s all yours,” she says.
>”The shower. It’s all yours.”
>Then she smiles, turns slowly, and heads to her room.
>I’m pretty sure that was intentional.
>Zoe likes to tease me like that.
>At least, I think it’s teasing.
>Damn her, I can never quite be sure.
>Sighing, I head into the bathroom, shutting the door completely.
>It’s still hot and steamy from Zoe’s shower.
>And I can make it the newest message from her still on the mirror.
>It reads “I love u”
>Look at it until it fades
>Then give the mirror a quick wipe with my hands, just to clean the slate.
>Our signs of love for each other will need to keep being like this.
>We can’t leave behind anything that could betray our secret.
>That would let anyone know we were more than brother and sister.
May need some faster bumpage, unless that's what makes it 404 sooner. Things used to be simpler on /b/.
>By the time I’m out of the shower, Mom is home.
>I can hear the news on the tv downstairs, which is only something she watches.
>I throw on some fresh clothes, and head down.
>Not surprisingly, it’s takeout for dinner.
>Pizza, this time.
>Mom’s a good cook, but after a long day, she doesn’t feel much like doing it.
>Zoe makes an effort to not gorge on pizza
>She’s still selling the cramps and stuff
>She says she’s going upstairs to lay down
>Mom is sympathetic, and tells her she’s sure the doctor can help tomorrow.
>Zoe goes upstairs.
>I tell Mom I have a ton of homework to do.
>I ask her if I can take the rest of the pizza upstairs
>She absently tells me yes, then moves from the kitchen table to the couch, so she can watch tv.
>I pile up the remaining pizza on my plate.
>I head upstairs, looking to make sure Mom is still on the couch.
>I stop by Zoe’s room, where she’s lying on her back on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
>I hold up the plate.
>”Want some more pizza?”
>Her eyes light up.
>She makes for the pizza like she made for my cock earlier.
>I don’t know whether I should be offended or flattered.
>It is good pizza, after all.
>”Thanks, Anon!” she says over a mouthful of pizza.
>I stay until the plate is cleared, leaving Zoe with a piece of pizza in either hand, and one in the mouth.
>Plate in hand, I head back to my room, and set the plate down at my desk as I start my homework.
>The rest of the evening passes uneventfully.
>Normally there might be some tv downstairs with mom.
>Or gaming in my room with Zoe.
>But Zoe is still selling the cramps thing.
>So I actually manage to get some homework done.
>I play around on the computer a bit, although I save my gaming for when Zoe is in my lap.
>And then I head to bed, thinking about what it would be like to not have to worry about condoms anymore.
>I wake in the morning, and shower.
>Heading downstairs, it’s more like a typical morning.
>Zoe is there, and Mom.
>Zoe is eating healthier, but still makes mention of her cramps.
>Mom tells Zoe not to eat too much food.
>Zoe responds she doesn’t want to eat, but has to keep up her strength.
>Then Zoe finishes, and grabs her backpack.
>Mom reminds her that she will pick her up after school, for the doctor.
>My heart sinks a little, knowing that I will return home to an empty house.
>But it’s for a good cause.
So, I'm starting to understand the story, but part 9 already? What the fuck did I miss?
That's what makes me kind of suspicious of the first one getting pruned so fast.
I was intentionally pacing myself before, but that could be it. Or part of it.
I think there was a link to screencaps earlier. Anyone got them handy still?
>I head to school, hoping that everything goes okay at the doctor’s office.
>Not just with the birth control, but with Zoe in general.
>She’s healthy as an ox, but now I’m doubly invested in her well-being.
>Anything bad that happens to her happens to both my sister and my girlfriend.
>It makes for a long day at school, but I make it through it.
>I head straight home, and even though I know Zoe will be gone, it’s still sad when she’s not there to greet me.
>I go to my room and get on the computer.
>I turn on the tv, and then flop onto the bed instead.
>Finally I hear the front door open.
>I leap up from the bed, and hurry downstairs, slowing down only right before I get into view.
>Zoe and Mom are there.
>Mom has a bag from that Chinese restaurant nearby
>Zoe has her backpack, and a bag from the pharmacy.
>She holds it up in front of me.
>”Look, Anon! I have a prescription!”
>Mom puts her hand over Zoe’s, and gently lowers the bag.
>”Your brother doesn’t care about that kind of stuff, Zoe,” she says gently.
>If only she knew.
>Mom hands me the Chinese food.
>”I need to go back to the office,” she says.
>”But only for a couple of hours.”
>”Can you keep your sister out of trouble while I’m gone?”
>It’s hard not to glance at the bag with the pills in it when she says that.
>That’s what will be helping me the most with keeping Zoe out of trouble now.
>”Sure Mom,” I say, as casually as I can.
>”Are you okay, Zoe?” Mom says, looking at her with concern.
>”Sure Mom,” she responds. “Anon knows how to take care of me.”
>Mom smiles at her, then me, and then leaves.
>I’m assuming leaving work early for Zoe put her behind at work.
>She didn’t say that, and I won’t either.
>instead, I turn to Zoe.
>”Ready for dinner?” I ask her.
>She looks at the bag thoughtfully.
>”Actually, dinner can wait,” she says.
>I look at her.
>It looks like the same Zoe.
>”Are you serious?”
>”I’m feeling more naughty than hungry right now.”
>Then she looks at me mischievously.
>”Catch me, Anon!”
>She starts running away from me.
>I set the bag down on a table, and take off after her.
>She runs around the couch first, keeping just out of my reach.
>Shrieking, she runs into the kitchen, and circles the table there as I chase her.
>Then she makes a dash for the stairs.
>Except I manage to get one arm around her waist, and yank her back towards me.
>”No!” She giggles. “No fair!”
>I pull her harder against me.
>She wiggles against my body.
>Her lips move to my ear.
>”Carry me, big brother. Please.”
>I start to scoop her up in a basket carry.
>”No,” she interrupts. “Over your shoulder, like before.”
>I oblige her, tossing her over my shoulder, making her giggle.
>”Better?” I ask her.
>”Better,” she agrees.
>”Now, take me up to your room. I want to try the butt thing again.”
>My pants begin to tent up, even more than before.
>”It looks like you do, too,” she says.
>I start to carry her upstairs, carefully as always.
>”I put the Vaseline in your end table,” she says as we get to the top of stairs.
>”Oh?” She’s been planning this since at least this morning, then.
>”Yes,” she says. “Just in case.”
>She had planned on Mom having to go back to work.
>Or maybe she at least had a hunch.
>I carry her into my room.
>”Throw me onto your bed!”
>I toss her from not too far away, hoping she doesn’t bounce off.
>She bounces, but only up and down a little.
>Then she’s giggling, and opening the end table up.
>”Turn off the lights, Anon,” she says.
>I’m not sure why she wants them off, but I oblige.
>The sun’s still up, but it does get darker.
>She holds up the Vaseline triumphantly.
>I get onto the bed, and she hands it to me.
>She helps me with my pants, pulling them down.
>Then she helps lube up my cock, wiping her hands in a Kleenex afterwards.
>Once that is done, she gets onto her hands and knees on my bed.
>Carefully, she hikes up her skirt.
>She’s wearing more demure panties than yesterday.
>Something more appropriate for a girl her age to wear to the doctor’s office.
>I start to reach for her panties, but she slaps my hand aside.
>Instead of removing her panties, she just pulls them to the side a little.
>Her cute little asshole is exposed, but not her pussy.
>I realize that this, and the darkness, is because of her period.
>She doesn’t want me to see her pussy, or whatever she’s using because of her period.
>I don’t really care, and could tell Zoe that.
>But I suspect she doesn’t want to talk about it.
>Instead, I put some Vaseline on my finger, and start rubbing it on her asshole.
>She shivers, because it’s cold at first.
>Then she shivers again when I begin working my finger into her.
>I want to get her stretched out a little that way first, and well lubricated.
>And also more than a little aroused.
>It seems to work, on all three counts.
>She begins moaning as I pump my finger in and out of her tight ass.
>”Please, Anon,” she pleads. “Don’t make me wait any more.”
>I don’t need much more encouragement than that.
>I kneel behind her, and press my cock against her asshole.
>”Go slow, though,” she tells me. “It’s only my second time there.”
>I take it slow.
>I start pushing into her, as gently as I can.
>I suddenly realize how uncomfortable this must be for her
>Despite how eager she is right now
>And despite how much fun she seemed to have last time
>Was some of that just a show, for me?
>From what I’m sensing, she’s still sore from when we first did this, days ago.
>I should probably tell her this is a bad idea.
>I should maybe give her more time to heal a little.
>I should be more of a big brother right now.
>Instead, I still go ahead, and push myself into her.
Apparently this one look most like Zoe with less freckles and shorter hair
>She moans, not quite in pleasure.
>”Are you okay, Zoe?”
>”Y-y-yes,” she says. “I’m fine.”
>She looks back at me and smiles.
>”I’m having butt-fun with my big brother. I’m great.”
>I give her a good minute to adjust.
>I’m feeling guilty, but not guilty enough to stop.
>As I wait, I reach down and rub her clit through her panties, which she allows.
>I wasn’t sure if she would let me, given how she’s guarding her pussy.
>Then I slowly, oh so slowly, begin sliding in and out of her puckered ass.
>Zoe begins moaning again.
>They seem less of pain, but I know there’s still some element of that left.
>I keep going slow, and working on her clitoris.
>”Still okay, Zoe?”
>I think that’s becoming more and more true the longer we do this.
>And without her explicitly telling me to do so, I don’t want to stop.
>I know it will get better with time.
>I treat her as gently as a guy assfucking a slightly-petite-for-her-age thirteen year old can.
>I don’t think I’ve fucked Zoe with her clothes on before.
>At least, not as many as these.
>Her panties keep threatening to get in the way, so I keep pulling them aside.
>I take much longer fucking her ass this time, but I’m being far more careful, too.
>Zoe doesn’t seem to mind the slowness.
>Even though she still seems more easily aroused than normal.
>I keep this up, slowly sodomizing my sister for several minutes.
>If there’s any pain in her moans now, I can’t detect it.
>When she finally asks me to go faster, I do.
>”This is almost as good as regular sex,” Zoe says between moans.
>I think she may be exaggerating her enjoyment a bit, but this is incredible for me.
>And I’m doing everything I can to make her enjoy it as well.
>”By… by the weekend, we can go back to doing it,” Zoe tells me.
>”In my cunny, and without you wearing anything now.”
>”I can’t wait, Zoe,” I tell her.
>”Neither can I,” she says, sounding happier at the thought.
>Then things rapidly progress to the point where rational thought leaves us.
>Zoe is actively humping her ass back at me.
>I’ve stopped playing with her clit, because she seems excited enough now.
>My cock is moving more fluidly in her ass now, although not as well as in her pussy.
>There’s no way a pussy could be as tight as this, although Zoe’s slit comes close.
>”Cum in me, Anon,” Zoe says as the moment approaches.
>”I don’t think I can keep it off of your panties,” I warn her.
>”It’s okay, Anon,” she tells me. “I’ve got a bunch of new ones.”
>She grabs at her skirt again, pulling it up higher.
>”Just try not to get it any place else.”
>I resist the urge to drive my cock into her harder as I get closer to cumming.
>Instead, I force myself to keep an even pace.
>Mentally, I try to hold back the rising surge of energy in my body.
>Until finally Zoe gives a strangled cry, and her body shakes.
And again, kind of a weak ending, but then again, this is still an ongoing thing for me. It's all just part of one larger story.
>Relieved, I stop resisting my body, and let it release into Zoe.
>She gives another muffled moan as her ass receives my seed.
>I can tell right now her panties are definitely a lost cause.
>”Oh, Anon,” she moans.
>She seems to be having trouble supporting her weight with her arms.
>I wrap my arms around her waist, hugging her and holding her up
>even as I fill up her ass from behind.
>When we are done, I keep supporting her, until she gets her arms under her again.
>Then I carefully pull out of her.
>Yeah, the panties are toast.
>Skirt and the bed look okay though.
>Zoe wearily crawls off the bed, trying to keep her ass cheeks squeezed together.
>I pick her up gently in my arms, in a basket carry this time.
>”Let me take you to the shower,” I tell her.
>”My hero,” she giggles tiredly.
>I deposit her in the bathroom, then kiss her gently before leaving her there.
>She’d let me join her if I wanted.
>But I think she needs a little recovery time.
>It’s a long shower, but she stops by my room when she’s done.
>Together, we go downstairs and have slightly cold sweet and sour chicken.
>I don’t complain at all about having to clean up alone when Zoe says she’s going to bed.
>I think I wore her out quite a bit.
>Zoe offered me her ass today, largely because her pussy was, at least in her mind, off limits.
>By the weekend, that should no longer be the case.
>And it should be safe to fuck her, with no condom.
>At least if we can find some privacy from Mom.
>I’m thinking this weekend could be a lot of fun.