TVR/Janet/Runaway/Penis/School/Afternoon/Evening/Bed
You use the toilet. have a quick wash and brush your teeth, then put your nightie on and slip into bed. You used to wear knickers under your nightie, but now there is nothing in the way as your hand goes down between your legs. You slide a finger up between the lips of your pussy to find the little bump that feels so good. The next time you move your fingers down, you can feel that slippery wet smoothness and you dip into your vagina.
Just when things are coming along nicely, you hear the doorknob rattle. You think it must be your mother coming back, possibly to explain what she meant by "difficult". Annoyed at the interruption, you stop what you are doing, but keep your hand between your legs, safely out of sight under the duvet. The door opens slowly and to your surprise it's Andrew.
He tiptoes in and you pretend to be asleep, keeping your eyes half-closed and waiting to see what he does. He stands beside your bed, looking down and with the moonlight through the window you can see that he's only wearing the bottom half of his pyjamas. Then he moves closer and kneels down.
"Are you awake," he whispers and he's so close that you can smell his breath, all minty from toothpaste.
You open your eyes. "What do you want," you whisper back.
"I couldn't sleep thinking about our kiss the other day," he whispers. You don't say anything, but your finger has started sliding up and down between the slippery lips of your pussy. "I'm sorry I scared you; I didn't mean to."
"It's okay. I wasn't really scared, just a bit shocked that's all." You smile at him. "It was a nice kiss really."
"Do you want to try again," he whispers. He doesn't really wait for an answer but leans forward and presses his lips gently against yours. You stay like that for a while and then you feel his tongue pushing through against your teeth and you pull back.
"It's cold out here, can I get into bed with you," he whispers.
You're not sure about that. "I don't think brothers and sisters are supposed to get into bed together," you say, but it doesn't sound very convincing even to you.
"I was talking to the school nurse today, and she says lots of brothers and sisters do things together. She says it's quite natural and there's only really one rule."
"What's that?"
"Let me get in and I'll tell you."
You hold the duvet up and move back against the wall to make room for him and in a trice, he's snuggled up against you so you wriggle over onto your back. "What's this rule then," you ask and then it suddenly dawns on you. "Why were you talking to the school nurse about us?"
"I was worried about it. She's really nice and you can talk to her about anything and know that it won't go any further. I asked her if it was okay for a boy to have feelings for his sister and she said that it was normal, and there was nothing wrong with it. We had a long talk but it got a bit weird at the end."
"What do you mean by feelings," you say. Your bed isn't very wide and your laying on your back with Andrew pressed against your side. He's put one arm across your chest to stop himself rolling off and you can't help thinking how nice it is. "And what was weird?"
"Feelings like I want to kiss you all the time and maybe do the other things that boys and girls do together. I can't really talk about the weird bit; it's kind of embarrassing. The rule she talked about was, more or less, that when it comes to sex nobody should ever do anything that the other person isn't happy with. I think that makes sense. If you tell me to go, I will."
While he's saying all that you can feel his breath against your ear and you turn your head to look at him and whisper;