You First – Chapter 4

Incest stories: You First – Chapter 4

Author: KentonVK

This part is including Fiction, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Female theme.

I really, really appreciate you all being so patient while I finally got this latest chapter together. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Life and work have been uncommonly busy these last few months, and now that I (finally!) have a few days to myself I wanted to get this written and done (finally). Thank you all so much, for everything. Please, keep those comments and votes coming. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t know so many of you enjoyed these. Now let’s get to it: finally, here it is, Part Four of You First!

As you might imagine, I had a hard time sleeping that night.

Granted – all the fun I’d had with Jen that day had worn me out, physically (and I was not complaining), but those words kept playing back in my head, on infinite loop. My Christmas present to you… will be myself.

I couldn’t get my brain to shut up. The mere idea was enough to make certain parts of me stand at attention, and to make things worse, remembered images and sensations from the day kept popping back up. I watched the clock wind down into the wee, single-digit hours of the night. I jacked off, twice, in the space of an hour, in an attempt to exhaust my body so that I would fall the hell asleep.

Both times I got up, grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. The first time I just fell back into bed. The second time I lingered at the top of the stairs, staring at Jen’s closed bedroom door. Thinking about what I’d done in there earlier made my dick twitch, and I winced, because I was starting to get chaffed.

I almost did it. It was like two or three in the morning. The parents were dead asleep by now and there was plenty of moonlight to see by. I almost marched right in there. I wondered if she slept naked; either way it wouldn’t have mattered. She’d be mumbly, still mostly asleep, until I grabbed those tits of hers. I could already feel her nipples harden against my palms. She’s hiss in a breath, and moan, and lift her arms above her head to give my hands free reign to wander wherever they liked. I’d kiss her belly button. She’d kiss my neck. Her naked legs would wrap around me, and I’d lay her down and…

My shaking hand was hovering within an inch of her doorknob. Jesus, I thought to myself, get a grip! I took a long moment to collect myself, forcing myself to take deep breaths of the cold night air. It would be warm under her covers. But it would be warm under my own, too.

I wanted it. Bad. But I wouldn’t force it. She told me she’d do it when she was ready, and I respected that.

Reluctantly, I trudged back to bed.

And I had been out of them so long that the blankets had gotten cold.

I didn’t tell Jen about what had happened. I guess I felt embarrassed. About what, I wasn’t sure. Losing control, maybe? I guess I felt like I might have scared her. (You wanna know the kicker, though? I did eventually tell her, a long time after the fact. And she told me that if I had actually done it, if I had come into her bed that night and asked for sex, she would have let me. Never felt so stupid in my life. But I had no way of knowing that at the time. Anyway.) We didn’t have a whole lot of time to talk (or fool around) around then, so I guess it just never came up.

School started pretty quickly after Christmas that year, so a lot of our time was spent getting back together with friends we hadn’t seen in two weeks and making sure all our classes and books and whatever were in order. We did spend a lot of time getting use out of our Christmas presents, though. Jen started taking a zillion photos of everything and taking her camera everywhere.

Many of her shots were just her trying it out – different filters and settings and whatever, I don’t speak camera – and you could tell she was just having fun with it. Others… well, to my untrained eye, they were really pretty good. She definitely had an eye for composition, and Colorado provided her with no end of scenery and landscape for her to photograph. If she had some sort of numbered requirement to meet before her class started, she probably got through it in a day.

When we were certain we wouldn’t be seen, I’d give Jen a pinch on her butt, or she’d give the front of my pants a stroke. We developed excellent poker faces.

And then – it happened. Finally.

It was Saturday night, the last one we’d have before school started back up. We’d just finished dinner. It was Dad’s turn to clean up the dishes, and Mom was curled under a blanket on the couch, already half-asleep and pretending to watch the news. I’d retreated to my room and was getting some use out of my Christmas present – getting close to a big boss battle in the game I was playing – when Jen leaned around the side of my open door and say, “Hey, I’m bored. Wanna go see a movie?”

I looked up at her. “You want to go out.” She nodded. “Now.” Another nod. “In this cold.”

Nod, followed by a hopeful grin. “Pleeeeease?”

I snorted out a laugh. “How can I say no to that face?” I switched my game back off and started digging for clothes.

Like I’d mentioned, we lived in Colorado, and it was just after Christmas, so, the dead of winter. Ice and snow everywhere. Pretty to see, sure. Not so fun to drive in, though. Dad only let go of his car keys after I promised four times that I would be careful, and to call right away if anything happened. Jen bought the tickets online as I was having that joyous conversation, and then off we went.

We going to the big one or the small one? I asked. We had two movie theaters nearby. One was over by the mall, and it was big, shiny, and new. The other was much smaller and not quite as grand, but the tickets were cheaper.

Small one, she said, buckling her seatbelt and wrestling with the heater controls in her gloves.

The drive actually wasn’t all that bad. The roads were pretty clear, there weren’t many other cars on the road, and any ice patches we might have hit had enough slush on them to give us good traction. Dad’s car, which we affectionately dubbed The Monster Truck, was built to handle this kind of thing.

It wasn’t until we were almost there before I thought to ask what we were seeing. She bit her lip and pulled away from me a little bit before she told me.

What! I exploded. She’d bought tickets to an obnoxious big-celebrity holiday cash-grab, something I had zero interest in seeing. “Please, Jen, tell me you didn’t.”

Don’t be mad.

I’m not mad, I’m just… gaah, why that, of all things?

She managed to look haughty. “I have my reasons,” she stated primly.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you do,” I muttered.

Hey, you might like it.

I might also decide to ram us into a tree.

And so on went the conversation. We continued bickering all the way up to the ticket booth, where the worker tried not to laugh at us. “Can you believe she’s making me see this?” I asked him as Jen handed over the confirmation number.

He grimaced as he pulled the display up on his monitor. “Yeesh. What we have to put up with for a date, huh?”

Instinctively I was about to correct him, but Jen suddenly latched onto my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Hey, he’s getting something out of it, too. The pleasure of my company.” She said the last bit in a faux British accent, making me and the ticket guy laugh.

Well, enjoy, he said, sliding the tickets through the hole in the glass. We thanked him and went inside, shedding our hats, gloves, and jackets. We’d just eaten, so we skipped the snack counter. Once past the ticket-tearer, the hallway was empty, and I leaned over to her.

That guy at the booth thinks we’re dating.

So? she asked, her eyes merry. “Maybe I want to pretend I’ve got this stud for a hot date tonight.”

I tried to make some sort of comment to that, but honestly I was kind of at a loss for words. I wasn’t accustomed to girls talking to me like that. It was nice. I glanced up and down the hall, just to make sure no one we knew was there, and I grabbed her hand. Her fingers instantly laced together with mine. She didn’t say anything, or even look at me, but she was smiling.

There wasn’t a single person in the theater when we got in there, which was fine by me. “Cool! Free choice of seats.” I aimed for the exact middle. “Here?”

Jen shook her head. “Too close.” I let her lead me to about 3/4ths of the way back. It was a bit far for my tastes, but since I didn’t want to see the movie anyway I didn’t complain. We waited. We watched the before-show promos. The lights began to dim and the previews started, and no one else had entered the theater – I wasn’t surprised.

The previews came and went. The movie started. Ten minutes into it I was bored and starting to check my watch. “Why did you make me see this?” I muttered.

I hadn’t expected her to answer, much less give the answer she did. She leaned in close and whispered, “Because I knew no one else would come to see this piece of shit, stupid.”

I turned to her, stunned, and I saw that mischievous glint in her eyes and it finally – finally! – sunk in. A quick glance around the theater confirmed my original assessment. We were in that movie theater entirely by ourselves.

She wrapped her arms around one of mine and snuggled into me. “I feel bad that we haven’t had much time to ourselves these past few days,” she said. “And with school starting back up soon we’re going to have even less. Soooo…” She leaned in even closer and lowered her voice until it she was whispering. “I thought maybe we could sneak off and make out at the movies.”

I kissed her grinning face, and she was clearly happy to give as good as she got. Right then I loved her more than I had in my entire life. Our tongues played and danced and I was all too happy to totally forget about the movie.

It wasn’t long before Jen started getting pretty into it. She was clutching at the back of my head, pulling me into her, moaning as I kissed her. I was starting to get pretty warm under my second jacket (always dress in layers, kids!) so I took it off, and one of Jen’s hands roamed over my chest. I wanted to do a little roaming of my own, but, while we were alone in here, we were still in a public place, and I wasn’t quite sure how far she’d want to take this.