right?'
Dee Dee nodded. 'Isn't that enough?'
'But that's what Herbie and Bruce are… body and fender men. They'll do it. You can pay them later. Hand me the phone.'
Dee Dee handed it to him. After dialing Bo said, 'Herbie? Bo. Look, my sister has a small problem.' Then he explained. After a short pause he got a disgusted look on his face, 'You gotta be kidding. She's my sister… ok, ok, I'll tell her, but, it's a crummy thing to do,' and he hung up.
'What's a crummy thing to do? You'll ask me what?'
'Look Kitten.' Bo didn't seem too happy. 'They'll do it but… under certain conditions.'
'But what? I'll pay them when I get the money, I told you that.'
'It's not money they want,' he said as he lowered his head. 'They want you.'
'Want me?' Dee Dee didn't understand. 'What do they want me for? What are you talking about?'
Bo became annoyed. 'Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about. They want you to go to bed with them. You're on the pill, aren't you? So, it's either fuck them or go to jail. You have your choice.'
'Yesss… I'm on the pill,' Dee Dee stammered. She kept them at school. She had been taking them for the past six months just in case… in case. Oh hell, that damnable itch again and at a time like this.
'Ok, there's your answer. You give them a little and they'll fix the car.' He threw back the covers, baring his huge tool to the world. 'Let me up. I gotta pee to get rid of this thing.'
Dee Dee's brain was mini-second crackling like a computer. She had been debating if she should or shouldn't for the past six months. She wanted to, but because she was so small the thought of pain had stayed with her. Now at least half her problem was decided, she would have to fuck if she wanted to stay out of jail. She took in the length and breadth of Bo's cock as he seemed to walk past her in a slow motion. My God, it was big! But then, maybe they all were his size. She had never seen one nor felt one since 'Show and Tell' days. But she was a woman. She was capable of having children and surely babies were a lot bigger than that.
Still, she didn't want to be hurt. Surely Bo wouldn't hurl her. He had never hurt her and was old enough to know about maidenheads and everything. Her ache was back. Her cunt was drooling almost as badly as when she finished masturbating. Bo was halfway out the door, his stiff monster straight out and swaying with each step. A man needed a hard-on to break cherry's. She knew that much, and Bo was on his way to pee his off.
'Wait,' she almost coughed it out.
'I'll be back,' Bo said and kept walking.
'No, please wait!'
Bo stopped. 'I'm just going to pee, I'll be right back.'
'Just listen… I'll do it.'
'Great.' Bo didn't seem too happy and turned back around again.
'Will you listen to me?'
Bo stopped and returned, his boyish smile apologizing, 'All right, Kitten. I can hold it if you don't mind looking at my bare honker.'
Dee Dee grinned at his embarrassment. This was Bo, her brother. She could talk straight to him, he would understand. 'What I want to say concerns your honker. I'm a virgin.'
Astonishment flooded Bo's face. 'You're…?'
'Don't interrupt me now. Just listen, then you can say yes or no!' She took a deep breath. 'I know the only way to get the car fixed is to sleep with Herbie and Bruce. I've accepted that. I don't like the idea, but, if I must, I must. Ok, now I'm a virgin, and awfully small. I… I don't want either of them breaking me because I think they will hurt me.' She knew she was blushing in spite of everything she told herself. 'What I'm saying is… I want you to do it.'
Bo's expressions were a grab-bag of emotions and he knew it. He couldn't have heard right. His beautiful, delicate, soft, voluptuous sister wanted him to fuck her. His cock twitched. Oh Jesus, Mother Mary, would he ever!
CHAPTER TWO
Bo's cock jumped. 'Well, all right.' He grinned from ear to ear, his bladder forgotten. 'You mean now?'
Dee Dee nodded. Bo turned her and marched back to the bedroom. 'Ok, but we're going to do it right. I'm going to forget you're my sister, and I want you to pretend I'm a guy at school that you have the hots for. OK?'
Dee Dee smiled nervously. 'Will it hurt?'
Bo could tell she was scared to death. 'Not that bad, believe me. The main thing is for you to be relaxed and that's my job. Here, next to the bed.'
Relax? Good God, how could she relax? She was so embarrassed she could die. She knew it would hurt. She couldn't put her finger in herself, let alone have Bo's huge cock in her. Oh Lord! Oh Lord! 'Shouldn't I undress?' She allowed Bo to position her before him while reaching hesitantly for her blouse buttons.
'No, no.' Bo stopped her. 'I'll do it, you just close your eyes and imagine I'm that boy at school.'
Dee Dee nodded, but she had no boy at school. It was Bo she wanted to screw. Bo's lips were soft, moist, and gently caressing. The itch deep in her groin started to stir. His kiss wasn't at all like the ones from boys with whom she had dates. Bo kissed her tenderly, gently. She lifted her mouth and parted her lips as she felt Bo's hand cup and caress her breast ever so gently. Oh Jesus it was nice. He mashed her breasts, then slowly released the pressure and, circling, rubbed, teasing the nipple. 'Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!' She felt her nipple harden and press against her bra. She leaned into Bo for more and felt his hard, hot cock, standing erect and pressing almost between her breasts. Jesus, it was so rigid, so alive. She wanted it in her. His kissing and caressing felt good, but it was also increasing her stomach itch. And, and, making her vaginal juices run. Oh my God, she was almost dripping. She squeezed her thighs and felt the wetness on her panties. She wanted his burning honker. Wanted to feel it, look at it, and… touch it? Fair was fair. He was feeling her breasts. She reached between their bodies and grabbed the solid, yet fluid, searing, pulsating pole.
Bo sucked in his breath and thrust his fiery tongue into her mouth. His prick was more than she had ever imagined. It was so thick, she couldn't get her hand around it. It was alive, radiating heat and so long. Oh Jesus, she squeezed and mashed the wondrous tool.
The ache in her belly snarled its impatience. She wanted his cock in her. Had to have it in her. Her cunt was dripping, her itch driving her mad. Bo's hand had worked inside her blouse and was feeling in her bra for her hard nipples. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to fuck. She released his throbbing prong and pushed him back. She shed her blouse and bra in one quick motion. Then her skirt and panties. 'Come on,' she said and jumped into bed, 'do it now. Fuck me!'
Bo looked down at his beautiful goddess sister. She was so young and naive, without the foggiest idea what her perfectly-proportioned body did to men and boys. She was literally a dream girl. Her skin, without blemish, was like flawless, pink ivory, from her shoulders to her ridiculously tiny waist, to rounded sponge-rubber soft thighs. Her breasts, still straining from growth, were exquisite globes of softness, almost too large for her small frame. Yet they rose, even though she was lying, like resilient voluptuous globs of hot, solidified, vanilla pudding, coned with deep reddish-brown, quarter-sized areolas and topped by button-hard, pink, virginal nodes.
'Please!!' Dee Dee reached out and grabbed his cock. 'Come on, hurry!' Her tiny, solid ass cheeks were lifted, her dainty hand covering, rubbing her pussy.
Bo lay beside her but didn't crawl on. She thought she was ready for him, but she wasn't. He had been down this road before. His cock, while over-average in size and plenty sufficient for satisfying any woman, was just not built for maidenheads. He had a thick pole and that stayed the same size from pelvic all the way up and past his glan penis. It slanted only slightly at the peak. It was a magnificent fuck tool, but a battering ram, a flat-headed blunderbuss on cherries. Therefore, he needed complete relaxation. Any virginal muscle tightening in the slightest, prior to complete penetration, and he would tear them like tissue paper.
Bo covered her wanton, panting mouth in a kiss and gently massaged her magnificent globes. He squeezed the swollen hillocks, then gently rolled the pink erogenous buttons until they hardened like miniature lustful phallics. He could feel Dee Dee fondling his too. Her fingers explored like lascivious dove wings, barely touching, frightened.
