Englandboy2
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Okay, I know this isn't the place to post stories, but I thought I'd stick this in here. This is the
continuation of the earlier bit. I don't want to actually post it until I've got to the dirty stuff, but I'd appreciate some more feedback. Ideas also welcome.
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As we were getting ready to leave the restaurant, Michelle said to me, "I had a great time tonight. Really. Thank you."
"My pleasure. I really enjoyed myself too. Maybe we can do this again sometime."
"I'd like that."
We took a taxi home. We cuddled up in the back seat. Michelle rested her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled nice.
"Simon... "
"Hmm?"
"Do you remember when you kissed me before?"
"Sure. Of course I do. It was a Sunday afternoon. We were watching Grease on TV."
"You remember what was on TV?"
"Of course. It was at the end, when Danny kisses Sandy. I always thought that's what put the idea in your head."
"No, I... I don't know. Maybe. I don't remember."
"It was a big deal for me too, you know. Back then, I wasn't the ruggedly handsome babe magnet I am today. At that time, I must have kissed only two or three girls."
"I always wondered... You never kissed me again."
"You never asked again."
"So?"
"I thought it might be a bit creepy if I asked you. I was older, and you were my kid sister. It just seemed... wrong somehow. I don't know. How come you never asked me again? I mean, I was a very good kisser. I thought for sure you'd be back for seconds."
"I was embarrassed, I guess. I mean, it wasn't exactly cool, having to ask a boy to kiss you, especially your own brother. Then I saw you kissing Katie McCarthy after school one day, and I thought, 'why would he want to kiss me when he's got Katie McCarthy?' Do you know how many guys I've kissed since then?"
"Three hundred and two?"
"I wish. I'd settle for the two. None. That's how many. None."
"Wow. That's... "
"Pathetic, I know. I've only been kissed by one guy, and that was my brother, and I had to practically beg for it."
"Hey, I don't remember any begging going on."
"You took some persuading."
"I was a little freaked out. You were my sister. Plus, Mum was out in the kitchen. And I was under intense pressure. If I messed up, I could have put you off boys for life."
Michelle went quiet for a while. We were stopped at the lights near the fire station. Michelle still had her head on my shoulder, and I was lightly stroking her hair. She didn't speak again until we were passing B&Q.
"I was thinking... Maybe you could kiss me again. I mean... I don't want to freak you out or anything. I know I'm your sister, but... You could close your eyes and pretend I'm Katie McCathy, or Hannah Stern, or any of your ex-girlfriends... What do you think?"
"I don't think you've got the tits to be Hannah Stern. She was a big girl."
Michelle sat up and said, "I'm being serious, Simon."
"And so am I. And when I kiss you, the only person I want you to be is you."
And then it happened. We were kissing.
It was the weirdest thing, kissing Michelle. Not like the first time, where it started out awkward and nervous and slightly uncomfortable. Okay, it started out exactly like that, but after a few minutes, it all came together. For a girl who had only been kissed once before, she was remarkably good at it. I'd kissed a lot of girls in the back of a lot of taxis, but it was never like this. I don't know what was different about it, but it was definitely different. Maybe it was her initial shyness, her hesitation, her uncertainty. Maybe it was an eighteen year old girl who had stored up a lot of passion over the years, finally letting it out. I don't know. I only know that it was the most intense, most passionate kiss I'd ever known.
For me, the only problem was keeping my hands from wandering all over her lovely body. It took immense will-power, but I just about managed it, with only a few advances into forbidden territory. We only stopped kissing when the taxi pulled up outside our house.
"Wow. That was... nice. Let's hope I don't have to wait so long for the next one."
I smiled and said, "I've got a feeling you won't have to wait long at all."
Mum and Dad were in bed. They were rarely up after ten-thirty. Michelle made tea, while I put the TV on, catching the end of The Matrix. Michelle brought the teas in.
"That's twenty-eight you owe me."
Michelle kept a score of how many cups of tea she made me. It was a dig at the fact that I never made it for her. Well, hardly ever. She came and sat beside me on the sofa.
"Don't I get bonus points for buying you dinner tonight?"
"Okay. Twenty-six, then."
We sat in silence, watching the film. Michelle was snuggled up against me. It felt nice. The Matrix was one of my favourite films, but I'd seen it a dozen times or more. I even had it on DVD somewhere. I wasn't really watching it anyway, just staring at the screen. It was like all my other senses were focused on Michelle. Her smell, the sound of her breathing, the warmth of her body against mine.
Michelle waited for the end credits before saying, "I guess we're back to being brother and sister, huh?"
"I guess... I don't know... Is that what you want?"
"I don't know. I mean, it's different for you. You snap your fingers and girls come running."
"I'm not Brad Pitt."
"Yeah, but you don't do so bad."
"Thanks. When I said I wasn't Brad Pitt, you were supposed to say, 'no, you're much better-looking.' You sure know how to hurt a guy's feelings."
"Hey, I'm new at this, remember? I didn't realise you had such a fragile ego."
"If you kiss me, I might forgive you."
"What about Mum and Dad?"
"I don't think so. Mum uses too much tongue and Dad has wandering hands."
Michelle smiled and said, "Idiot. You know what I mean."
"Mum and Dad are in bed. You know what they're like. World War III wouldn't wake them."
"Okay. But if they come down, I'm saying you attacked me."
We were kissing again. It was slower this time, less urgent. I think Michelle was still nervous, and I guess I was too. Not about waking Mum and Dad, but because I was scared of messing up. If I messed up with Laura, it was no big deal. We'd both go our seperate ways and that would be that. But Michelle was my sister. If I messed up with her, things could go bad real quick.
"Are you okay, Simon?"
"What do you mean?"
"I noticed it in the taxi. You start moving your hands onto my... my... "
She looked down, indicating her breasts. I was enjoying her discomfort too much to help her out. I just sat there. looking dumb, like I didn't have a clue what she was on about.
"Your what?"
"My... You know. My.... titties."
I burst out laughing. Was she serious? Did she really just say 'titties'? I know it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop laughing.
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Well, that's it. Let me know what you think. Hopefully, I'll finish it sometime soon and get it posted properly. Thanks again for the earlier encouragement.
continuation of the earlier bit. I don't want to actually post it until I've got to the dirty stuff, but I'd appreciate some more feedback. Ideas also welcome.
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As we were getting ready to leave the restaurant, Michelle said to me, "I had a great time tonight. Really. Thank you."
"My pleasure. I really enjoyed myself too. Maybe we can do this again sometime."
"I'd like that."
We took a taxi home. We cuddled up in the back seat. Michelle rested her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled nice.
"Simon... "
"Hmm?"
"Do you remember when you kissed me before?"
"Sure. Of course I do. It was a Sunday afternoon. We were watching Grease on TV."
"You remember what was on TV?"
"Of course. It was at the end, when Danny kisses Sandy. I always thought that's what put the idea in your head."
"No, I... I don't know. Maybe. I don't remember."
"It was a big deal for me too, you know. Back then, I wasn't the ruggedly handsome babe magnet I am today. At that time, I must have kissed only two or three girls."
"I always wondered... You never kissed me again."
"You never asked again."
"So?"
"I thought it might be a bit creepy if I asked you. I was older, and you were my kid sister. It just seemed... wrong somehow. I don't know. How come you never asked me again? I mean, I was a very good kisser. I thought for sure you'd be back for seconds."
"I was embarrassed, I guess. I mean, it wasn't exactly cool, having to ask a boy to kiss you, especially your own brother. Then I saw you kissing Katie McCarthy after school one day, and I thought, 'why would he want to kiss me when he's got Katie McCarthy?' Do you know how many guys I've kissed since then?"
"Three hundred and two?"
"I wish. I'd settle for the two. None. That's how many. None."
"Wow. That's... "
"Pathetic, I know. I've only been kissed by one guy, and that was my brother, and I had to practically beg for it."
"Hey, I don't remember any begging going on."
"You took some persuading."
"I was a little freaked out. You were my sister. Plus, Mum was out in the kitchen. And I was under intense pressure. If I messed up, I could have put you off boys for life."
Michelle went quiet for a while. We were stopped at the lights near the fire station. Michelle still had her head on my shoulder, and I was lightly stroking her hair. She didn't speak again until we were passing B&Q.
"I was thinking... Maybe you could kiss me again. I mean... I don't want to freak you out or anything. I know I'm your sister, but... You could close your eyes and pretend I'm Katie McCathy, or Hannah Stern, or any of your ex-girlfriends... What do you think?"
"I don't think you've got the tits to be Hannah Stern. She was a big girl."
Michelle sat up and said, "I'm being serious, Simon."
"And so am I. And when I kiss you, the only person I want you to be is you."
And then it happened. We were kissing.
It was the weirdest thing, kissing Michelle. Not like the first time, where it started out awkward and nervous and slightly uncomfortable. Okay, it started out exactly like that, but after a few minutes, it all came together. For a girl who had only been kissed once before, she was remarkably good at it. I'd kissed a lot of girls in the back of a lot of taxis, but it was never like this. I don't know what was different about it, but it was definitely different. Maybe it was her initial shyness, her hesitation, her uncertainty. Maybe it was an eighteen year old girl who had stored up a lot of passion over the years, finally letting it out. I don't know. I only know that it was the most intense, most passionate kiss I'd ever known.
For me, the only problem was keeping my hands from wandering all over her lovely body. It took immense will-power, but I just about managed it, with only a few advances into forbidden territory. We only stopped kissing when the taxi pulled up outside our house.
"Wow. That was... nice. Let's hope I don't have to wait so long for the next one."
I smiled and said, "I've got a feeling you won't have to wait long at all."
Mum and Dad were in bed. They were rarely up after ten-thirty. Michelle made tea, while I put the TV on, catching the end of The Matrix. Michelle brought the teas in.
"That's twenty-eight you owe me."
Michelle kept a score of how many cups of tea she made me. It was a dig at the fact that I never made it for her. Well, hardly ever. She came and sat beside me on the sofa.
"Don't I get bonus points for buying you dinner tonight?"
"Okay. Twenty-six, then."
We sat in silence, watching the film. Michelle was snuggled up against me. It felt nice. The Matrix was one of my favourite films, but I'd seen it a dozen times or more. I even had it on DVD somewhere. I wasn't really watching it anyway, just staring at the screen. It was like all my other senses were focused on Michelle. Her smell, the sound of her breathing, the warmth of her body against mine.
Michelle waited for the end credits before saying, "I guess we're back to being brother and sister, huh?"
"I guess... I don't know... Is that what you want?"
"I don't know. I mean, it's different for you. You snap your fingers and girls come running."
"I'm not Brad Pitt."
"Yeah, but you don't do so bad."
"Thanks. When I said I wasn't Brad Pitt, you were supposed to say, 'no, you're much better-looking.' You sure know how to hurt a guy's feelings."
"Hey, I'm new at this, remember? I didn't realise you had such a fragile ego."
"If you kiss me, I might forgive you."
"What about Mum and Dad?"
"I don't think so. Mum uses too much tongue and Dad has wandering hands."
Michelle smiled and said, "Idiot. You know what I mean."
"Mum and Dad are in bed. You know what they're like. World War III wouldn't wake them."
"Okay. But if they come down, I'm saying you attacked me."
We were kissing again. It was slower this time, less urgent. I think Michelle was still nervous, and I guess I was too. Not about waking Mum and Dad, but because I was scared of messing up. If I messed up with Laura, it was no big deal. We'd both go our seperate ways and that would be that. But Michelle was my sister. If I messed up with her, things could go bad real quick.
"Are you okay, Simon?"
"What do you mean?"
"I noticed it in the taxi. You start moving your hands onto my... my... "
She looked down, indicating her breasts. I was enjoying her discomfort too much to help her out. I just sat there. looking dumb, like I didn't have a clue what she was on about.
"Your what?"
"My... You know. My.... titties."
I burst out laughing. Was she serious? Did she really just say 'titties'? I know it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop laughing.
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Well, that's it. Let me know what you think. Hopefully, I'll finish it sometime soon and get it posted properly. Thanks again for the earlier encouragement.
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