Adam and Elle had decided that the best course of action, after numerous Google searches, was for her to make a visit to the local free clinic and get both the morning after pill and to get on birth control. Going to their own doctor was too risky, and the local pharmacy had two pharmacists, a married couple who were friends of their parents. So, a clinic two towns over but accessible by bus was the best answer. Adam was scared that this inquiry would raise alarm bells, imagining that somehow they would know that it was her brother who fucked her, filled her with cum. Elle looked at him with the sideways look of an older sister fed up with her brother's childishness when he asked, do you think they'll know? She told him that girls her age went for this stuff all the time. No one would bat an eye. Adam had a million worried comments but Elle seemed confident in the statistics of efficacy as she rattled them. She said the doctor mentioned there would be an interim when the oral birth control wouldn't be effective, and so had suggested alternative activities and methods of preventing pregnancy. Adam wasn't the most sexually perceptive young man, but it seemed almost like she was encouraging future encounters. He hoped he was right.
Adam was glad they kept talking even if the topic was a tedious one: he had been nervous that she would experience guilt, avoid him around the house or even be angry with him. He didn't want her to feel weird about it. He heard stories from the more outgoing guys at school about girls regretting it afterwards, feeling guilty or sinful and avoiding them or worse, blaming them. He also didn't want it to be a one-time thing. He spent all his free time stroking his cock and imagining his sister's pussy against his face or wrapped around his hard-on while he bounced her up and down on his dick. Three days after their initial incident and Elle's visit to the clinic for her little brown bag of supplies, he woke to a feeling of someone tugging on his blanket. Irritated at this early-morning disturbance while on Christmas break, he shook the blanket free from the unseen offender and rolled over towards the wall. He heard a giggle. Elle. He sat up in bed, awake and excited by her playfulness. She was sitting on the floor, lightly tugging on the blanket. He looked down at her.
"Hey there." She said, smiling. She had the small brown bag with her. "I brought us something to try."
Adam wanted to tell her all about his fantasies since their first time. How he imagined fucking her all over the house, or while his friend's watched, impressed by his unexpected prowess – even if it was his older sister. He wanted to tell her about how sometimes he thought about putting his cum all over her face, and that in his mind's eye she looked beautiful, glowing and radiant, when filled with cock or covered with cum.
"What's in the bag?"
"I hoped you'd ask." Elle crawled up to the bed, straddling him and resting herself fully on his lap, his erection nestled against her crotch. She was wearing cotton panties and a cotton t-shirt. She wiggled her hips. "Morning wood?" she asked. Adam nodded, not wanting to admit that he had gotten hard from her giggle. "Too bad," she said. "I thought maybe it was me."
"Oh, no it's totally you!" Adam blurted, his face red with embarrassment. He knew he was coming across as desperate but hell, he was. Elle smiled and leaned forward, kissing his forehead. His cock strained against the blanket as her pussy pushed against him. It was Monday, and his parents had left for work hours before. They wouldn't be back until suppertime, maybe later if they had meetings. He put his hands on her thighs as she drew a small purple bottle from the bag, filled with a clear liquid.
Adam smiled, mostly because she was smiling and he didn't want to feel like a dumb kid again in front of her.
"I thought we could try some other stuff too," she said, gesturing to the bottle as though that explained it all.
Determined to cover up his naivety, Adam took the bottle from her.
"Ye-e-ah. Totally. Let's...try it out..." Elle clapped in the exaggerated energy of a child before leaning back and sliding her panties off. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head, throwing it on the ground and exposing herself to Adam. He was shocked at her readiness to be naked for him, overwhelmed by her openness. He realized that he hadn't seen her fully nude. Sure, with shorts pulled to the side and her shirt all pushed up but this was different. More complete.
She had a small waist to contrast her widening hips. Her tummy was taut but without definition, the effortless thinness of youth. Her skin was alabaster white, smattered with freckles from shoulder to shoulder and across her chest but otherwise unmarred. There was a small band of freckles across her nose as well, flecks of light and dark brown. Her hair was a wavy auburn tumble resting over her right shoulder, the red-gold shades within it drawing out the golden flecks of her green eyes. She brushed an errant strand behind her ear and looked up at him. She looked exposed and vulnerable. He wanted to wrap her in a blanket and kiss her to sleep. He wanted to throw her against the cold glass of the window and fuck her until she passed out. He felt both in equal measure. He settled for reaching up, caressing the soft edge of her breast as she leaned forward, settling the heft of it into his hand as he grazed his fingers up towards her nipple. Her nipples were a shade of pink like that of a kitten's tongue or bubblegum and small. The skin around her nipple wrinkled in response to his touch as her nipple hardened. He loved the feeling of it, how rigid it became. She placed her lips on his, moaning against his mouth as he began to roll his thumb and forefinger against her nipple, teasing it towards him, pulling harder as she began to kiss him harder. He felt her tongue touch his lips and at first did nothing but feel it run along them before he parted his lips to moan and felt her slip inside his mouth.
Adam had never kissed a girl. He wasn't sure what to do, and at first did nothing but concentrate on tugging her nipple, distracting her from the lack of motion in his tongue. Elle let out a little yelp into his mouth as he pulled harder but she didn't stop kissing him. In fact, she seemed to kiss him more, move her tongue more despite her yelp. The dichotomy of her responses set him into motion. He snaked his tongue out, mirroring his sister's lingual undulations as he dropped the bottle off the side of the bed and reached around to her ass, grabbing her as he pinched harder. She was humming now, growling and grinding her hips into his cock. He began to pull at her ass, abandoning her breast so he could wrap his fingers around each side of her bum, pulling her cheeks apart and imagining what it would look like if he were behind her. He imagined what her asshole would look like. He knew that vaginas were for sex and had a vague and mostly uninformed idea that some sinful people also fucked assholes. He had heard guys in the locker-room making jokes about taking each other to Sodom. Adam initially thought they were being particularly silly, believing it was just a city from the Bible, until a friend had told him that "Sodom-y" was a term for anal sex. As he pulled his sister's ass cheeks apart, he thought about taking her to Sodom. It excited him, the wrongness of it. He had been surprised by his dark and public fantasies, both when he and Elle had fucked for the first time and in the interim, when pumping his cock alone in his room. He felt dirty but thrilled as he imagined playing with her asshole. He stopped kissing her, pulling back as she mewed in disappointment, still grinding her pussy against him.
"Hey, Elle...maybe. Maybe you could get on your stomach?" He said. He felt weird asking her to do things like that, knowing what he wanted but not wanting to admit it outright, to ask for it. She nodded, her lips wet with a mix of their saliva as she moved towards the food of the bed, allowing Adam to move towards the wall and give her space. She laid down beside him, on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked first at him with a nervous grin, and then straight ahead. He watched her ass move as she ground her hips into the bed a bit. Her eagerness made him throb. He took off his boxers and got behind her, straddling her knees as he again began to knead and separate her ass checks, exposing the dark and wrinkled skin of her asshole. He kneeled forward, hesitant. He had an undeniable urge to sniff her, to inhale her. Moving closer to her spread ass, he took in the scent of her hole. Her scent was amazing – like her pussy, only earthen. Dirty. He rubbed his nose in it while his sister moaned. He was happy to hear her pleasure noises, glad that she seemed to like attention given to this taboo part of herself. He stuck out his tongue, making the tip rigid as he pressed it against the tight, gathered skin of her asshole.
