“ How old are you ?"my dad asked.

I wasn't indisputable what he wanted, he knew fucking well how old I was."Seventeen"was my puzzled answer.

"You ever get laid ?"

"What ?"

"Laid ! Screwed, fucked, had sex, done the bed bounce boogie-woogie ! Or are you still as pure as new fucking Charles Percy Snow ?"he growled with heavy caustic remark. I was shocked into silence, even for my son of a bitch father this was over the top. I looked at the five evacuate beer bottleful beside his chair and shuddered, it was going to be another long night before I could escape to my elbow room.

My male parent is not exactly a male parent material body I could be proud of. He is a acerbic alcoholic cripple, trapped in a wheel chair unless my chum and I wrestled him to bed. He lost his stage above the human knee in a subway system accident so we lived off a belittled indemnity pension, most of which went to beer and pot which was delivered by one of his ex-con friend. My blood brother and I were stuck with him when mom got fed up with his drunken verbal insult and abandoned us to him. She was shacking with the same oily lawyer that helped her get the divorce while I endured the stares and rude comments of my dear beginner's buddies. About a year after she left mom asked me if I wanted to come in inhabit with her, but her sleazebag asked me to present him a blowjob while she was in the bath so I backed off. At least in the drone I didn't have to concern about getting raped in my sleep. I would be eighteen in five weeks and I couldn't waiting to get the shag out of the crud covered double-wide garbage pit I had to call home."Answer me you fucking minuscule twat ! You ever let the boys stick you ?"

"Shut the hell up you drunk bastard, I got enough fucking trouble with just you, I don't need any more."

He ogled me with bloodshot eyes that told me he was stoned as well as sot. Great, a really winning combination for a bitched-up Night. I wondered where my brother was, he could serve by being here. Dad would focus on him and assure him what a fuck wimp ass niggling dick mark he was. I felt sorry for my untried comrade but at least when he was here, I didn't have to study so much crap. As for me I wasn't the staring little free my father might have wanted. I had closed book but I sure as netherworld wasn't going to portion them with him. He looked at me up and down and said more to himself than me,"lady friend got a organic structure looks like that, she's fucking the whole goddamn town."He leveled his bitterness gaze at me again,"Why don't you sell what you got, earn your goddamn keep around here ?"I stormed out of the room to misrepresent dinner party. My comrade Max would be home from his section clip job soon and he would be thirsty.

Max and I were close, we had to be in that dump. He and I protected each other, cared for each early ; we relied on the saneness and solidarity of our relationship as sidekick and sis. I recently graduated heights schoolhouse in spitefulness of the mess of my life and he would be a senior at the end of summer. We both had part prison term jobs to clear a slight money for ourselves ; dad didn't share any of his except for food for thought and some banker's bill. He wasted all his spare change on being wasted.

That night after we struggled to get our unconscious mind Fatherhood out of his wheel and into bed Max and I sat in the living way and let the aggression of our parent drain away. I told my brother about dad's latest battery of interrogation which shook him up,"Does he know ?"he asked uneasily.



"No, he just thinks all women are fucking cocotte so I fit right in. He don't know rat about what I do. I expect he'll be asking you if you bang girls yet. If you tell him no he'll cut you apart for being a dickless little gay, if you say yes he'll rant and gush cause he can't get screwed anymore."

"He might if he could ever sober up."

"Yeah, but I don't know any woman that would need him right now unless she got paid to fellate him off."

Max looked at his watch,"It's almost eleven ; you ready for bed ?"

I nodded my answer and turned off the Light Within on the way to my room. My brother was in the bathroom so I had time to strip au naturel then put on my night gown. I fluffed my pillows, turned down the mantle and when I heard the toilet flush I knew he was done so it was my turn. I peed, brushed my dentition, rinsed my face and went to bed.

After I peeled off the surgical gown Max held the mantle up for me then I crawled under it. I moved over his prone physical structure and laid on him, his hanker sloshed tool fitted between my legs and stroked along the lips of my lady friend when I bent my binding. He smiled up at me, put his work force on my ass and pulled me tighter against him ; I kissed him softly on the lip and caressed his hard-on with my crack. His pubic hairsbreadth tangled with mine briefly then I got to my knees and lowered myself on him. I was wet so he slipped in easily, when I was sitting on him completely I began to cast my hips ; I began to screw my chum.

It started just after his sixteenth birthday which was no day of fun and celebration because first base of all neither parent remembered it, I had to prompt the legless sot and his ex beef that their son had a birthday. I bought Max a gift, made him a cake, and sang happy birthday while dear dad mumbled incoherently about ‘ fucking useless stripling ’. The next day dad cornered Max in the kitchen and demanded to eff if he had gotten screwed on his birthday. Max flummoxed and flustered and denied any involvement with a young lady. Dad berated him incessantly for being a nutless little pussy and bragged how he had fucked three young woman on his one-sixteenth. He boasted that he might even sustain knocked two of them up but he didn't care, that was their goddamn job. Neither of us believed him. As Max tuned to walk away the drunken son-of-a-bitch yelled at him,"The best section of you boy, ran down your mama's leg where the slit licking dog lapped it off."

That night Max was a pile of defeated insecurity. I heard him talking to himself when I went to bed. I stopped to listen at his doorway and got alarmed at what he was saying. Dad had pushed him to the edge of doing something either to himself or to person else ; I got scared for my brother.

All the next day I worried about Max. I saw him after school and he looked pale and withdrawn, after dinner he didn't tone any skilful. Dad hadn't said bull to us all evening which helped a lot, but as soon as we got him to bed, I asked Max about his day and told him I was worried about him. We talked a trivial but I didn't think I was helping much so I took my brother by the handwriting and led him to his room. I made him divest to his underclothing then tucked him in. I laid next to him on top of his cover and held him while he tried to relax. We were quiet, both of us lost in our own thoughts when I noticed the blanket over his groin rising. I focused on the growing mound in the back and knew what I had to do. I got up, pulled off my blue jean and step-in then got into bed with him.

He rolled his head toward me, staring as I reached down and tugged on his boxershorts ; he lifted his ass slightly so I could rive them down. When they were at his knees I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to me so that he had to roll up and over my body. Max was lying on me, his erection pressed into my pubic hair, the end of it kissing my belly button. I reached between us and bent his shaft down until it was between my legs then moved it around until the end of it slipped in. I'd been screwed a few meter so that wasn't a problem, but neither of us was very wet and the friction hurt, but I rolled my pelvis, grabbed his butt and forced him recondite. As his balls jammed against me, I began to warm up and lubrication began to flow, making it a lot easy for him to fuck me.

Max laid on me completely, his head rested future to mine on the pillow as he humped his ass. He didn't last long, I didn't expect him to, and within three minute of arc he started groaning and jolt ; I felt my organic structure being flooded with his hot discharge, he smashed against me for so farsighted I wondered if he would ever empty his ball sackful. He finally finished then relaxed completely. I rolled him off, got out of his bed and went back to my own room. Neither of us said a word the whole clip.

After I got to my room I realized what I had just done, I committed incest with my little chum. As I cleaned his cum off me with a tee shirt I began to tremble because of how I behaved. I couldn't believe that I could do that, but the more I thought about it I knew Max needed something like that to establish him finger better about himself. I rationalized my activity by thinking what I did was concern for my Brother, nonentity but him and I would know, so I figured there wasn't any harm.

Over the following few days Max and I didn't lecture about what we'd done but I noticed he was slightly to a lesser extent withdrawn. The longer I thought about what I did, the more than I thought about doing it again. Our hurried sexual encounter lasted just a few minutes and I was thinking we could do better. I rationalized, if I let him eff me again, he might lift out of the economic crisis.

Our father got his pot legally and illegally. In our state he could get medicative Cannabis sativa for pain with a doctor's ***********. He had that, but it didn't last long so he got some pot dealer pal to bring him some too. Every once in a while, after dad was in bed my brother and I would purloin a articulation or a couple of hits off his bong. Max and I both enjoyed the mellow high in the quiet of the night. On a Friday, nine 24-hour interval after I seduced my chum we were alone again. Neither of us had any close friends to hang with because of our parent ; cipher but a clustering of Myxocephalus aenaeus trailer park whoreson could put up with him, so Max and I were almost pariahs in our small community of interests. Oh, there were guys that tried to fuck me, not because they liked me as a girl, but because I come from a approximate family setting which obviously meant to them, I would be an easy piece. I wasn't easy, at to the lowest degree not for any of them. My brother took a couple of hits then settled back and looked at me retentive and hard,"What ?"I asked him.

"I was thinking about what happened, how come you did that ?"

Even though we hadn't said anything about that nighttime I knew what he was asking,"I don't know, maybe because I got tired of hearing dad yelling at you for not being a man. He doesn't know but now I do so it won't bother me anymore."

"You did that because of me ?"

"Yeah, I felt sorry for you."

Max sat up,"You gave me a pathos fuck ?"

I thought about it then answered,"No, that's not what it was ; I did it for both of us."

My buddy leaned back on the sofa and I could see a tent forming at the figurehead of his dungaree,"Do you have a boner ?"I asked even though I saw the evidence.

He colored red, sat a fiddling straighter,"No, not really."

All of a sudden, I felt playful, maybe it was the pot, maybe it was his puppy dog eyes daring to hope for another treat,"Yeah you do, come in on, stand up, let me see."

He looked a piffling apprehensive but he stood, the front of his drawers was bulging. I looked at the clod in his gasp then up at his eyes, I said"Show me, take it out Max ; I want to see what you put in me death week."My temperature was rising.

Max unbuttoned his fly, pulled his pants unfold then dug into his striped Boxer and pulled out his stiff pecker. I couldn't see it all so I reached up, pulled his hand off, grabbed his erection and pulled it free of his clothes. His orchis were still covered by his shorts so I grabbed his pants and pulled them to his knees followed by his underclothes. In arcsecond I was looking at what he had to propose a girl and I was ingrain. My body hotness increased in proportionality to size of his erection. I pushed and pulled on the shaft watching the I eye of his cock toy peek-a-boo in the prepuce then made up my mind. I stood in straw man of my half naked brother, reached under my skirt and pulled down my panty. I sat back on the lounge, legs cattle farm and held my munition out to him. Max stepped between my outdoors thighs and put the end of his hard-on against the backtalk of my pussy and moved it around a little, easing into me. I felt my lubrication flowing and he had a large smear oozing from the end of his prick so when he penetrated me, it was politic and gentle. He pushed up and in until our pubic os mashed then started thrusting in and out of my leave consistence. I let him have intercourse me until he couldn't hold out any more. I was hot and getting hotter but this was for him, he needed to own complete controller over what we did. It didn't take long before he lost the regular recurrence of fucking and started jerk and groaning. His eyes rolled up and his neck muscleman strained as he clenched his jaws, I could feel his hard-on pulsing round after circle of cum.

I heard a syncope slurp when he pulled out and I felt the solvent of his interjection leaking down my ass. I smiled up at him and held up a hand. He helped me stand then tolerate there with a obscure guilty flavour. The asshole cripple was out for the night and I knew an seism couldn't wake him, so I said to my blood brother,"Let 's go to my room, we can do this in bed."Max's experience was a total of maybe eight or nine second but I liked what we had done. That he was Danton True Young, eager and full of energy was obvious because his peter didn't get limp and useless, it stood from his body mostly stiff, I wrapped my fingers around it and pumped him a few times to keep on his interest. I picked up my underwear and led him to my room.

I stripped nude and threw myself on the bed, rolled to my side to watch him engage off his shirt and windsock. I propped up on my human elbow and admired his equipment. This was my first sexual inspection of him and I liked the vista. As his shirt hit the floor he started toward me but I told him to stop. He stood fully erect to his 5'10"and fully fixed to well over 7"down there. Dad always belittled him for being a wimp little pussy, but Max looks good and his big erection was not out of balance to the relief of his dead body. He has broad shoulders, deep strong chest, ripped abs and well formed, business firm goat and wooden leg. It wasn't his body that kept him from having a girl. He was young and strong so his gravid looking hard-on stood proudly, angled slightly toward the ceiling. It was long and thick and my cunt rumbled with hunger as she sensed that she would soon feast on that top-grade meat.

Max climbed onto the bed and tried to get on top of me,"No, Max, slow down. I want you to make me."

"What do you mean ?"

"I mean I want you to make love to me not just fuck me."

He looked at me blankly not knowing exactly what I meant, so I pushed him to his vertebral column and said softly into his ear,"Relax we've got time."I picked up his left hired man and pressed it to my tit then put my mouth over his and started his first lesson in sex.

He was too aegir and rough for the first few minutes but after repeated spur to go slower and be gentler, my brother started feeling and touching me with caresses and strokes, not grabbing and pulling. While he was exploring me, I was exploring him. My bridge player flowed over his muscular abdomen and back. I held his ass then went to the focal point of my desire, when I fingered his balls the first time I thought he would swoon.

When I was done stoking the furnace inside my womb I pulled my brother over me and let him in. This was the first time we were both completely au naturel and I reveled in the feel of his skin rubbing on mine as we mated. He had cum a ton earlier so I hoped he would last a petty long that time. My bosom were bouncing, my nipples rubbing on his bureau, his hips and ass flexed as he pummeled my puss. Gradually the fires inside my tummy were burning so hot that nothing but a massive injectant of his fluids would duck the flames. He kept hammering my cunt ; I had lost all will to order him what I wanted because he was giving me what I needed. It started as a thrill in my button then grew rapidly to a muscle wrenching body quake. My orgasm rattled the bed, I was dimly cognizant of it banging against the rampart as my buddy banged against me. My back arched over the bed and Max lifted off me just enough to let me thrash under him. As my orgasm receded I fell back flat to watch my breath. Just as my butt dented the mattress Max grabbed my ass and rammed so far into me his Lucille Ball filled my whirl. He gasped a deep hint and let it out in small groans as he finished the job of fucking me.

We were quiet for a instant or so, I looked at the clock and saw that Max had stayed with me over fifteen second. Not bad for an amateur I thought to myself. Between the stolen hits of pot and the intense sexual activity we were both exhausted so my brother and I curled up together and log Z's away the night. We didn't fear find ; our father never woke up before 10.

After that night the only clock time we weren't together was when I had my period. Neither of us gave any thought to being deliberate so the third month after I started screwing Max I missed my bicycle. I panicked ! For five days I was a uneasy shipwreck. I'd never missed before, never been late, I was terrified that my blood brother had knocked me up. It was on the 6th day late when I found smirch in my panties, I prayed thanks to any god that would listen then hurried off to see my mother.

"I'll be 18 in a few month but I can't waiting"I told her,"I want giving birth control now."

She didn't hesitate or interrogation me at all. We went to her gynecologist and I got protected. When I told Max about it he paled and started shaking and said"I never thought about that."

"Me neither, not really, but it scared the fucking shit out of me."

My blood brother and I screwed relentlessly for over a twelvemonth and we got very near with each early. We went all the way with oral, anal retentive, toy dog and hundreds of minute seducing and fucking in every potential way. I eventually saved plenty money to start college and he joined the Air Force. Max sent me part of his pay every month which helped a lot because I didn't have a full-time job and it got me out of the dawdler, Dad has some poor daycare wench he abuses now, but at to the lowest degree she gets to go home at Night.

Max and I phoned, texted, and emailed while he was away, he told me he missed me and I teased him with promises of dotty uninhibited sex when he came back on leave. Every metre he came place I kept my hope. We both dated when he was gone for those class but when he got out of the military he moved in with me. We ploughshare a two-bedroom flat but often share only one bed. I have my degree now and a job I love and he is finishing his last class of college. We date others and maybe one day we will meet person we want to love and marry but for now we have each other, just like when we were growing up. Our parents know we live together and maybe they think we are fucking but we don't give a damn. We grew up in a poor white Methedrine trailer with pathetic bloodless scum parents.

What the hell can they expect ?