My Sister long after dinner when the folks were asleep. I felt my Sisters soft hands over my mouth; you pulled my hand out, and you put my hand under your tee shirt, and you found my cock growing hard in your hand. You’re stroking me hard; you have a washcloth to clean me up. I said my Sis is smart.
You move my hand down your hot and wet again. You got louse shorts on with no panties; a few strokes was not enough for you. Sticking my fingers in your pussy, you’re so hot, and it’s making me so hot we came at the same time. We licked our hands, getting our juices off them, and you pulled my hand to your mouth. As I did your hand, my taste was OK, but yours made me hard again.
You kissed my lips, then you say so softly I was not sure you spoke. “I Love you.” At my ear, you tiptoed away.
Days later, I went to the mall, skipped out of school, and went two blocks over, grabbing a bus. I was careful of being followed, but no one stood out, going to sell the cards and things, and the guy there said he had a buyer coming in, and he had a number for what he could pay in a day or two. So he asked for my phone number.
I say. “Sorry, No, no phones 4g and 5g are the devil’s work; my Dad tells us, yes, it sucks. I will be back in three days. I trust you to get the most you can. It’s a kind of life and death. If my girlfriend’s Dad finds us first, we won’t leave town. We may not live, I wish the police would believe me, but hell, I don’t believe me.”
With that, he agreed to sell them for me and shook my hand; he even drove me back to school. I returned to school for the last bell and caught the bus home with my Sister.
I took my birth certificate and Cheryl’s with two forms for a passport and state Id. There was a place at the mall. So I did mine and sent Cheryl out to do hers, and I waited at the bus stop and hid in the bushes. We will only be a few minutes late getting home as you get off the bus, talking about laying low for a year or more, then we could leave the country. We had a doctor’s note saying we needed the IDs quickly as we had to leave the country to see our dying grandparents. So I listed another address we had it sent to my third-grade teacher; she knew of my folks and had been a friend to us both.
We ate what little we were fed; it is against house rules to ask for more it showed how ungrateful we were for what we were given. It was a blessing, after all. Dad caught me bringing in junk food once; that was a weekend in hell. My Sister opened her purse and pulled out a protein bar. We ate half. I jotted a note for you to read the deal with my stuff, and our Ids would be here in about ten days. It was cutting it close. We said good night and went to our rooms. I know we both wanted more, but fear was a desire killer. I hoped to go to my Sister’s room if I took my time, but our folks kept getting up because some noise was heard.
We both talked on the way to school about feeling like Mom and Dad were watching extra close. We did not go to any church in town, but twice a year, we went to a tent revival where trickery was not used. The people there kept getting older year after year. We never saw anyone our age there. The time flew by fast our fear mounted the closer it got to the last week of school.
I overheard Mom talking to her Mother that they were ready to leave straight from school the day before graduation. Scary indeed it was; I had not told my Sister yet. I received the cash for my found things and gifts of coins, stamps, baseball cards, and fossils. It was over two grand; it had to be enough. I picked up some things we needed for the road and hid them in a shed in an abandoned burnt-out house.
The last week before the end of school and days away from graduation, we got on the city bus to go home from school. I saw my third-grade teacher; she nodded at the couple who got on the bus after her. My teacher did not talk to us, but she dropped our passports into our laps in a newspaper when she stumbled when the bus hit a bump as she was getting up to leave. I grabbed my Sister’s hand.
I whispered and say. “I saw them at school and the library. It’s time.”
I looked at the couple, and our stop came up; I grabbed your hand, rang the bell, and you watched them get up and go to the front of the bus to get off as we were to exit from the back. You stopped us from leaving, and we went to the next stop, got off, and ran near home, picking up our loaded backpacks hidden under the garden shed at a house that burned years ago. It was a few doors down from home. We opened the letter as we changed out of our church school uniforms to clothes that made us look hip for 2018, not something we had before. I bought a smartphone when I bought the clothes. It has an open plan, and I booked two tickets at the airport, at the bus station, and a rental car and used my Dad’s, Credit Card.
I turned the phone off and split the cash into both our bags. We kissed for a few. It gave us the courage we needed; we dyed our hair red and did each other, and you had me cut your hair short. It made you look cute, like a kitten. When done, we washed off with a five-gallon can of water we hid. We ate junk food till it got dark out. In the note was a car key to a Volvo. It said where it was parked not too far away, and she asked to leave it in the next town over at the bus station and just send a letter about where it was. Dad disapproved of my Sis driving, but I did have a license, but I had yet to drive dads car other than the test.
We started walking to the main street and the food store, where we found the 1970s 164 Volvo with a bed in the back and an ice chest full of good food. We nibbled as we picked the best way to get out of town over a map. We drove to the end of the street, pulled into a mall, and drove around till I felt I could do it. Driving out of town, we saw the couple from the bus talking to someone in a car and getting in. We turned left and went a long way out of town. We crossed the ferry and drove north, stopping at gas stations to check to see if we were being followed; it was clear.
We drove two towns over, stopping at a campground, and we kissed as we closed the blinds in the car as ate a sandwich. We were both too much on edge to feel like making love, but holding and kissing were a big part of who we are now. Kissing changed our minds. My hands found your breast bra-less, and your nipples hardened in my hand as we kissed. It got so hot in the car we rolled the windows down as we took our clothes off in the small car.
My Sister says. “We need to not be virgins; the sooner, the better.”
I kissed your nipples to your moans; you trembled as your hand found my balls. You played like they were your marbles to play with. I was OK with all the attention till you sucked one into your hot mouth, and with a few strokes of my hard cock I exploded. Your luck, or was it the skill of getting it in your mouth, was something to watch, much less feel you have to burn in hell if that felt so good.
I pull your panties down; they stick to your wet. It’s dripping much like I drip. I suck your wet lips into my mouth. You moan, grab my head, and try to move me, but I not moving from this spot till your taste is gone, then I move. Science class was some help, but that porn film I watched at the only birthday party I ever attended was a bigger help with ideas I wanted to try. I made you come as quickly as you did me, but I’m still hard. We moved to lube you up as you put a condom on me were both so scared, even the first time having unprotected sex. You’re spinning a revolver playing Russian roulette. The biology class said there was a thirty to fifty percent chance of getting knocked up without protection. Even on birth control and condoms, it’s not 100% safe. It’s somewhere between a 5% to 9% possibility of leakage.
We made love; it was slow and gentle. I slid inside you without hands; you were wet, and the lube made us feel like nothing ever did before. Finally, my hard cock hit your hymen, and I stopped moving; your face showed pain, so I held still. I sucked your breast as my fingers found your clit; I teased it with what was dripping out of your pussy.
My stroking changed your mouth; it got cooler. Finally, you grunted your come, said words we were taught never to use, bumped your hips above me, slid down some, and made a face, and you spoke in a husky voice. “Dude, you could help but thank you for being so gentle.”
I pushed up, and you pushed down, you say. “Fuck so full so much a woman now.”
I felt you come a second time as you started moving your body as if it had a mind of its own you twisted and danced on me. It felt like heaven; the condom and lube kept me from exploding. You fucked us harder. We took turns pounding each other it was a race. You were ahead in points; you almost three to one, as my second or third was about to happen, and it did. We froze together as the damn broke. It was weird you peed all over me as you came. The sleeping bag was waterproof, and it was easy to clean when being human returned to us. We ate naked, our young bodies covered in sweat as we cooled off. It was so hot I found earwax dripping out of my ear. We dressed and went and showered, putting our sleep clothes back on. It felt; free we felt free.
We needed to decide where our bus would take us. We thought the sun and sea on the west coast would be a new change. So we fell asleep and slept till breakfast taco time. So we checked out, got tacos, and left the car in a parking lot near the bus station. We walked over, bought two tickets out of state, waited for our bus, got snacks with our food bags, and picked up some things to read, called magazines. I had no clue they were still part of the world in 2018.
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