MORE THAN THIS

I stood under the shower. Even at the hottest setting the water it belched out in a forceless trickle was still pretty tepid. I needed hot water: to get to the low ache in my muscles and soothe it, to massage away the tautness in my back. I stretched, arcing back and reaching out until my fingers scraped at the ceiling tiles. The tensing of my muscles felt great, like it always did, and, again as always, I could feel a little anticipatory shiver run down my cock. As usual, I had waited until I was alone before entering the communal shower room, which was entirely without stalls or dividers.

I had been a surprising addition to the school rugby team, even though all through secondary school, I had been good at sports. I was very fast, very agile, very skilled. I could dance around every other player, the football seemingly magnetically attached to my feet. I could swish a basketball from anywhere in the court. The sport I loved, though, was rugby and there, for all my speed and skill, because of my size I got creamed every time. Then, in my last year at school, I had suddenly shot up. I went from about 5' 6" to 6'5". Muscles seemed to spring up on me overnight and suddenly I was no longer a picked-on shrimp – I had became one of the tallest, most powerful men in school.

Initially, unable to bypass the filters people seem to have in their eyes and minds, nobody noticed. Then Steve O'Malley came up to me, as he had done frequently over the preceding five years, and shoved me hard in the shoulder. "Think that's my CD player, shrimp," he had said, this being in the time before the iPod. I hadn't even swayed when he pushed me, and I realised – I guess even I'm not immune to those mental blockages – that I was now much, much taller than him.

I had smiled and stepped up so we were only inches apart. I could feel his breath hot on my chest and when he looked up at me, I flexed my arms. "Nope," I had said, "I think you've made a mistake."

He backed away immediately, looking too shocked to be scared. Later, I had worried that he'd just pick on somebody else instead of me. I went and told him what a mistake that would be, and he slipped into a quiet obscurity that would prepare him for the rest of his life.

Anyway, it seemed that I was what they call a late developer. That included puberty, too. Up until I was 17, I still had only the sparsest of pubic hair, and my cock was still really small. You want numbers? Fine - when my dick was soft, it was only a little over an inch long and grew to a positively whopping two and a half inches when I got an erection. I could only have dry orgasms, though I could have up to three of those in a row, which was amazing even though I didn't appreciate it at the time. In showers after sports, I would look around at the other guys, each of whom were, like me, secretly pretending not to be interested while avidly inspecting each other. There was an amazing array of shapes and sizes, but one constant – they were all bigger than I was, and each of their dicks sprouted from a thick nest of curly hair. I envied them all.

The one consolation was my girlfriend. We'd been together since she'd joined the school 5 years before. She was Asian, and her mother had been promoted to managing director of the English branch of her company. My girl's name is Masoko and we plan on getting married before going off to University. Anyway, both being misfits, we bonded together and, through either luck or fate depending on your personal preference, found out that our interests and tastes meshed more or less perfectly. We had been together sexually often since we had both come of age, and I always satisfied her, either with my tongue or my hands when my small cock wasn't up to the task.

The pivotal moment, in every sense, came one day in the showers after gym, when one boy, whose name I forget, had been caught staring at Michael Delaney's dick. Michael's cock had, embarrassingly, got hard and soon everyone's was, each staring and comparing. Mine wasn't the smallest, though only by about half an inch, so I wasn't teased too much just then, but though everyone else had more or less between 4 and 5 inches of length, Michael proudly caressed 7 long, thick inches. Up until then, I had been considered quite handsome – perhaps a result of my smooth skin, slender frame and un-pimpled brow – but soon after, I'd see a girl looking at me appraisingly before her friend leaned in and whispered behind a hand something that set both of them giggling. I stopped showering with the other boys soon after.

It didn't help that my non-identical twin sister Beth had heard the rumours. She teased me most of all, winning every argument we had with a silent mime of her jerking off a minuscule penis between thumb and forefinger. Masoko saved me – the instant she heard the rumours, she came to me and took me to her place. That was when we first made love. She had, of course, already seen me naked, as I had seen her body in all its magnificence. Before that day, though, all we had done was touch each other hesitantly, more out of curiosity than desire. After we made love, she held my penis cupped in one small hand. We lay together in her bed, bathing in the juices we had produced – our sweat, her come and mine – and she said, softly, "This and your love will always be more than enough for me."

Of course, guys kept coming up to her at school and advising her to try a real man, but she just laughed them off.

After I had developed, I still didn't shower with anybody and now the whispers had changed. Now it was, "yeah, every part of his body but one got real big…" But Masoko's laughter in the halls had become a little more raucous.

I don't remember what morning it was that I realised, or if Masoko noticed me changing and just didn't say anything. I can't recall waking up and, overnight, my voice was deeper and I had a coating of thick hair in previously bald areas. I don't know if I realised that the giggles in my small swimming class had turned to jealous gasps. In short, I developed so slowly, I became habituated to the changes and was, almost comically, unaware of them. Suddenly, it seemed, I would no longer be completely buried in Masoko, no longer striving frantically to get every precious millimetre in her tight little pussy, and suddenly she would come over and over just from my cock. Suddenly, I noticed that I was always having to tug my underwear so it wasn't tightly squeezing my balls, or letting my dick spill out down the leg. Suddenly I noticed that when I got erections in class, I wasn't able to get up, certain that people wouldn't notice.

Masoko lay naked on the bed, laughing at me. "How could you not notice?" she asked me. She spoke perfect English – had learnt it simultaneously with Japanese since birth, from her American father. I looked at her seemingly pore-free skin; her small, pale breasts and the delicate, pale rose nipples perkily perched in their centre; her thick bush, spreading in wild tufts around her exquisitely soft little pussy, where glittered the thick shower white beads I had just spilt there. Already I could feel my shaft thickening and rising, just from the sight of her.

"I don't know," I replied. "Perhaps it's just the constant reinforcement I get in school. Everyone going on about my tiny dick – how it'll look even smaller now I've got muscles."

"Well what do you expect?" Masoko said. "That the little boys in your swimming class are going to go around saying, 'You know, Rob's suddenly packing a lot of meat in his trunks'?"

The right corner of my mouth involuntarily twitched into a smile. "I suppose not, no."

"Does it bother you, anyway?"

I thought for a moment and realised that I didn't care what they thought. Perhaps at 18, I had finally achieved some maturity. I leaned down and kissed Masoko, tasting strawberries on her full lips. I played against them with my tongue, ready to go again, but she laid one elegant finger on my bare chest. "Stop," she said, and hopped off the bed.

I watched her firm little ass wiggle as she danced over to her school bag, and marvelled at how beautiful her pussy was as she bent over. Her labia were still parted. They were as pale as the rest of her body, and amongst the jet-black hair around them, the vivid pink of her cunt shone wetly at me. I was painfully hard instantly.

She hid something behind her back. "Lie down on the bed," she commanded me. I did so, smelling her fragrance on the sheets, the scent of her hair on the pillow. She danced towards me, her small, perfect breasts swaying gently, the hair around her pussy waving slightly in some breeze drifting through her house. Her hands were still behind her back as she bent over me. "Not quite fully hard, yet, I see," she said. She lapped at the head of my cock with her tongue, slowly washing away the sticky trails of my semen and the complex cocktail that had spilled from her pussy with such effulgence. She fluttered her tongue back and forth over the head as she spread her full lips wide to swallow me. I heard a click from her right jawbone. She bobbed up and down on the first few inches, and her eyes met mine through the thick curtain of black hair spilling down past her face.

Reluctantly, she withdrew. "That should do," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

Wordlessly, she whipped the ruler from behind her back, flourishing it like a sword.

"I thought we'd decided I didn't care about what people thought of my size?"

Masoko giggled, hooking an index finger inside her lovely mouth. "No," she corrected me. "You don't care. I, on the other hand, am positively desperate to tell all those sniggering girls in the third floor bathroom just how much they are missing out on."

She placed it flat along the top side of my cock, grasping the base of the ruler and holding it tight against my cock with her left hand. The ruler was plastic, but still felt a little chill. But the most beautiful girl I had ever seen was straddling me naked, her pussy dripping a small puddle between my legs. There was no way I was going to soften.

She looked directly into my eyes again and, never looking at the ruler or my cock, she ran the index finger of her right hand up the underside of my cock. Her eyes never left mine, though sometimes her slow, winding route made me giggle as she tickled me or moan when I thought her light touch would have me coming immediately. Eventually her finger slid over the smooth contours of my cock's swollen head and pinged against the ruler. She looked down then, and placed her finger exactly where my cock ended, then checked that the ruler wasn't pressed into my pelvis so tightly that it was reporting incorrectly the length of my cock.

I couldn't see the figure, but my cock was pretty near the end of the ruler.

"Well," Masoko murmured, "30.1 centimetres. My boyfriend's cock is 30.1 cm long."

"Masoko, everyone knows you measure cock size in inches. What is it there?"

"Oh," she said, "it's a pathetic 11 and 7/8 inches long."

We were both silent for a long moment and then Masoko gasped again. "Almost forgot." Reaching up, she tugged one hair from her head, wincing slightly. She wrapped it around my shaft. The head is thicker, but my shaft stays the same size along the length of my cock. Masoko reached over to her dresser and grabbed a pair of thin bladed scissors. Now I winced, as the chilly blades caressed my skin and she trimmed the hair she had wrapped around me until it was the exact length as the circumference of my cock.

"And 8 inches in girth," she said.

Then, with a shout of glee that made me glad her parents wouldn't be back home for another couple of hours, she mounted me and we fucked furiously.

I lay underneath her – it was a position we used more often now, as I worried about hurting her with all the weight my new musculature had given me. I placed my hands around Masoko's soft, rounded buttocks to support her as she leaned back and carefully straddled my cock. With one hand, she held my cock steady and with the other she parted her pussy lips wide as she lowered herself on to me. I began to trace small circles on her ass as she slowly slid down my length. Our eyes locked as she took more and more of me inside her and I realised that for a long time now she had been challenging herself to accommodate ever more of my giant dick.

I slid my hands around from her buttocks to her front, stroking her long, toned thighs and then sliding up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were small sharp points that I stroked lightly with the tips of my index fingers. Masoko moaned, and I felt the juice from her cunt dripping hot onto my balls. Her pussy had taken all that it could, and I was amazed to see how much was left outside her. She lay down on me, trapping my hands between her breasts and my chest, and kissed me lingeringly. "I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," I replied. Shockingly, we both meant it.

Masoko grasped the headboard of her too-small bed and began to slowly slide up and down on my cock. Her pussy was a liquid sheath of pure silk, yet my size was gripped incredibly tightly as it caressed her inner walls. I craned my neck and carefully lifted her small breasts so that I could flick her nipples with my tongue. Masoko moaned and began repeating my name over and over – once again, I thanked god that her parents were out.

As she acclimatised herself yet again to my size, she began to fuck me faster and faster, and with each stroke of her hips, she gasped out my name with increasing fervour. I reached down, squeezing one hand through the tight press of our sweating bodies to lay a finger in her bush. I quested down, through hair slick with her arousal, to find her clitoris. Once I did, I slowly stroked that miraculous little nub of flesh in time with her frantic thrusts. I felt her come several times. In my curiosity, I'd read much debate about the female orgasm – in particular some dry anatomical texts that claimed that given recent discoveries about the actual size and extent of the clitoris, that there was no such thing as a vaginal orgasm. Regardless of what meaningless bit of flesh caused it, though, after a number of orgasms mainly from the play of my finger on her clitoris, I felt Masoko writhe under the richer pleasure of several blended orgasms. The last of these was the limit of my endurance, and my come spilled inside her, spraying in heavy spurts that rocked both of us until she collapsed on top of me and we lay, lapping at each other's sweat soaked skin.

After, we had spoken again. "You know the reason you make me come so often isn't your big dick, right?" Masoko asked.

I nodded.

"I'm glad you were smaller for so long," she said. "Not that I don't give thanks every minute that you have this." She idly stroked the flaccid weight of my cock. "But if you'd had it from the beginning, you'd never have learnt to use your hands and your mouth so well." Masoko kissed me, and we made love again.

That was two or three days ago now, and thinking about it, remembering the feel of her breasts, the taste of her nipples and her pussy and her skin, I was almost getting hard right here in the utterly non-private showers. But then, if someone did walk in, I guess I wouldn't have to put up with anymore tiny dick remarks. Even with my new found awareness and equanimity, I had sometimes thought of leaving the bathroom door unlocked so Beth could "accidentally" walk in and see that her little brother – by twenty minutes – wasn't so little anymore. I never thought about that for long, though – too creepy.

That was when I felt a hand close possessively as far as it could around my cock, and a set of lips lay a lingering kiss on my shoulder. "Hi," Masoko said. "Close your eyes."

I did and her hand left my cock. I heard her padding around in the shower, turning on all the faucets. "So no-one hears us," she said. "Keep your eyes closed." I had sneaked a look at her. She was wearing only her bra and panties, plain white cotton not at all designed to arouse and yet utterly, captivatingly arousing.

The next thing I felt was her mouth working on my cock, which quickly became hard. She sucked on me for a while, her small, long-fingered hands playing with my balls, then I felt her mouth leave my cock.

She gulped back saliva and spoke, "Open your eyes, Rob."

I did so. She was standing in front of me, still in her bra and panties and a little flushed. Her panties were damp with arousal and I could see the hairs of her bush straining against them. She pointed to the right, and I turned to look before leaping back in shock and trying, impossibly, to cover my cock with my hands.

Standing in the wide opening into the shower were five of the girls considered to be the most attractive at our school – well, with the exception of my sister, who was widely regarded as the hottest girl there. Pretty little Stacy, with the long blonde hair and the big breasts with huge nipples that you could see poking through her shirt at the slightest breath of cool air, who stood only a little above 5 feet tall. Haughty, beautiful Sharon, form like a classical statue and irrepressible poise. Slutty Kim, with the puffy lips and low tops and no bra, rumoured to have a bunny tattooed exactly one inch above her pussy. Radiant Catherine, who was a little plainer than the other girls, but made up for it with a complexion that seemed to exude goodness and a sheaf of soft blonde hair. Sexy Deborah, whose every article of clothing seemed to emphasise her magazine feature breasts, ass and legs and who wore just the right amount of make up to bring out her stunning eyes and lips.

How Masoko had wrangled them all into coming here, I don't know. Kim would have agreed the moment she heard the word "cock", and so, went the rumours, would Deborah and Stacy. Sharon was utterly unpredictable, but would probably have gone along with her friends. But Catherine was a shock – I'd have thought she wouldn't know what a cock looked like, let alone actually want to see mine. Nevertheless, here were the five most beautiful girls standing watching as I showered, as my girlfriend took my cock into her mouth, as I stood, the sheer size of my huge cock keeping them agape.

Kim and Deborah looked hungry, as if – had they been alone – they would have fucked me right there, and while only Kim's hands were blatantly inside the trousers she wore, Deborah and Stacy were seemingly unaware that their hands were tracing urgent circles on the clothes over their cunts. Catherine looked like she was about to faint. Her jaw hung open and her face was scarlet. One hand was lying across her breasts covering her nipples and the other hung limp at her side. Sharon, on the other hand, just stood perfectly still, her mouth seeming to form the words, "so big" over and over.

I realised two things then, almost at the same time. Right here, right now, I could have any or all of these girls. Some out of the mistaken desire that big is somehow better, some out of curiosity over what it would feel like to be filled down there completely, some just to say that they had. The second thing I realised was that these weren't the most beautiful girls in school and that I didn't want them. Not even for a quick fantasy fuck in the boy's shower. I looked over at Masoko, who was smiling at me, and I saw she already knew what I had just realised. That for the rest of my life, it would be only her.

"Believe me now?" Masoko asked them. None of the girls spoke, but two of them nodded. "Okay," she continued," show's over."

They didn't move, but Masoko had already taken my hand and was leading me past them and towards the toilets. I briefly wondered how she knew so much about the layout of the gent's toilets, but then realised that they would be symmetrical to the ladies. The girls were beginning to move again as Masoko selected a stall and drew me inside. It occurred to me that some of those girls were certainly slinking off separately to masturbate while thinking about me. I realised almost immediately that it wouldn't be me they were thinking of, though, but my enormous cock. Had I cared, I might have found that depressing, but thinking about Masoko, and my love for her, I instead was suffused with the feeling of how lucky I was to have found my soulmate.I looked questioningly at Masoko. "I was just sick of you having to endure all that taunting," she replied to the question I hadn't needed to voice. "I know you were used to it. It didn't even seem to bother you, especially in the last few days, since you realised how unfounded those jokes had become. But no-one should have to endure that sort of teasing. No-one."

I had thought she was going to cry, but she controlled herself, shaking her head and smiling a little, her lower lip looking as plump and swollen and red as a ripe berry. "And it'll be nice to be the most envied girl in school, ten minutes from now when Kim's fingers are done with her pussy and she can start gossiping about you to everyone in school."

"Aren't you worried, though?" I asked. "I mean, from now on, a certain type of girl is going to be after me, even if only to see if the new rumours are true."

Masoko laughed, and beneath her bra her breasts jiggled, distracting me. "I just took the most beautiful girls in this school to see my boyfriend's beautiful big cock. Would I have done that if I weren't absolutely sure about your fidelity?"

"You're wrong," I told her and I waited a minute to see if she would worry. She didn't. "You're the most beautiful girl in school," I continued, "in the world. In the whole fucking universe."

"Sure," she said. "Enough talk – we've got to be in our next classes far too soon."

I undid her bra as she stepped out of her panties. I clutched her bra to my nose before hanging it on the door, and we manoeuvred round so that I was sitting on the – closed – toilet seat, and she was resting on my lap. I held her breasts, stroking their underneath with my palms and sucking on her nipples. Her small hands bruised my shoulders as she straddled my cock, her fingernails cutting deep dark moons into my flesh. Slowly, she slid down my cock, shimmying her hips as she engulfed inch after inch into her boiling cunt. When she rested, with as much of me inside her as she could take and well over four inches still outside, we both groaned and leaned in to each other and kissed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her round little ass pumped up and down. We had left all the showers on, but we were still quiet. When Masoko came she bit down hard on my shoulder, before whispering in my ear, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I replied, wondering that we did that every time, and moments later I came, too. We sat together dazed for a moment before Masoko checked her watch and realised how late she was going to be. She burst from the stall and quickly bathed her naked pussy under a tap before drying it with my towel. Merely the sight of her leg contorted around the sink to get her pussy under the tap was enough to get me hard again, and the smell of her on my towel had me trying to stop her for another session. She hated being late, though, and wouldn't be stopped. If she hadn't just had a free class, none of this would have happened.

I, on the other hand, didn't mind being late, so I was going to have another shower before going back to class, but after Masoko had left, the stall next to the one in which we had just fucked opened and Catherine stepped out, utterly naked.

Her shimmering blonde hair fell straight down from her head to slight curls at the tops of her breasts, which sloped down into rich, thick curves that looked swollen and ripe. Her nipples were tiny pale dots on her breasts, raised into points perhaps a half inch high. Her belly was flat and toned, smooth muscular waves descending to the small blonde square just above her pussy. She obviously trimmed her bush. Her cunt looked very tight, but her lips were spread and I could see her clit like a tiny button. She had obviously been masturbating as Masoko and I had fucked.

"Rob," she said, her voice thick. "I…"

I wasn't all that conscious of how naked I was, of how my cock was still hard from scenting Masoko on my towel. It didn't seem to matter anymore.

"The thing is," she said, "that I always had a bit of a crush on you. As a person, I mean. But everyone knew how tiny your…" Catherine looked down at my very hard, very big cock and moistened her lips. "Well, you know what everyone said better than anyone. And it would just have been too hard to be with you."

Catherine was very beautiful and equally vulnerable as she stood before me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't annoyed by her selfish reasons for not being with me, and I found her assumption that the only reason we weren't together was because of her extremely patronising. I didn't have the heart, though, to humiliate this poor girl who was offering herself to me so blatantly.

"I'm sorry, Catherine," I said as gently as I could, "but… I just don't want to be with you."

I went into the shower, and when I came out again, Catherine was gone.

She was an extremely luscious girl, and her body was different enough from Masoko's to make me wonder what it would be like to fuck her. But there's no virtue in resisting a temptation that you don't feel.

The Saturday one week after, Masoko and I were at a party to celebrate our victory over another school's rugby team. We weren't a common fixture at these sorts of things, and wandered around wide-eyed. Everyone was drinking, almost desperately, gulping down cans of cheap beer, some pouring them on each other, either to lap them off or to press clothing tight and transparent against some girl's ripe young breast. We ran into my sister Beth, too. Acidly, she complimented me on how I had played, strongly implying it was luck, then sauntered off, her short skirt fluttering about, mere centimetres from displaying whatever underwear she might be wearing. Not the most chaste of girls, my big sister. In the kitchen, our hooker – a rugby term, not the other kind - ground the lump in his jeans against the panties of a girl sprawled on the counter, her skirt hiked up around her waist. The bedrooms upstairs were rumoured to be getting plenty of use too.

Masoko, however, was fascinated by a game being played with the downstairs closet. It was an American custom, probably gone transatlantic thanks to some shitty teen movie. What happened was, two people went in the closet and they had five minutes to do whatever they wanted. Of course, everyone else was desperately listening at the door, and when the stopwatch hit five minutes, that door was yanked open in the hope of seeing something suitably titillating.

While we watched, the door was opened and the couple inside didn't react quickly enough. The front of the girl's dress was pulled down so her left breast was revealed. The boy had obviously been licking it, and her rich brown nipples glowed with a sheen of his saliva. The girl's hands were inside his trousers, and the thin rod of his cock pressed against his jeans. They pulled away from each other blushing and everyone hollered. The girl quickly pulled up the top of her dress, and the two left holding hands. I noticed them heading upstairs in a rush, obviously anxious to complete what they had begun.

"I want to do this," Masoko told me.

I laughed, still a little high from our victory. "I think that day in the showers has given you a taste for exhibitionism, but whatever you want," I replied.

We expected to wait our turn, but as a star rugby player, I was allowed to go straight in. It occurred to me that people might also want to test the veracity of certain new rumours about me. Now, I would find a girl staring at me, and when another girl joined them, they were the one to whisper and suddenly both of the girls would be staring. They blushed when I let them see I had caught them looking. If it worked literally, all my trousers would have had the crotch burned out from the intensity of their gazes. One girl had even bumped into me on purpose and grabbed me, obviously dared to do it. She had cupped me for so long – perhaps ten seconds – that her ruse fell apart. She had stood looking up at me, the nipples on her pretty little breasts gradually dimpling her woollen top, a blush spreading across her cheeks as I stood, frozen except for the slow, thick swelling of my big dick. The two of us had stood, the only stationary people in a rushing crowd until at last I removed her hand. I noticed a small, damp circle on the front of her skirt, and when I released her hand, she had gulped out a throaty moan and rushed towards a nearby bathroom.

The only person, in fact, who apparently hadn't heard about my endowment was my sister, who was increasingly confused that no one was laughing at her jokes about my tiny penis anymore. I was even finding guys in my sports classes trying to hang around so they could shower with me. It might seem funny to say so, but I wasn't really enjoying the attention. After all, it wasn't me all these people were interested in – just the big cock that the girls wanted to see and, maybe, touch, and that the guys were so insecurely curious about. One girl I was friends with had been a very early developer, and I remembered how she had begun to wear only the most baggy clothing when she had developed her breasts.

I had just gone inside the closet when someone called to Masoko. "Hold on a sec," she said and somebody closed the door. I waited in the dark of the closet for what felt like ten minutes but was probably only 10 seconds, then the door opened and Masoko was rushed in by a crowd of eager hands. The light was dazzling after so long in the dark and all I saw were silhouettes – it would have been scary, if everyone hadn't been laughing and cheering.

Masoko whispered, "Fuck me fast," and her hands shot towards my zipper. I heard it being undone, then she popped the button on my trousers and ripped down my underwear. Someone banged frantically on the door, and someone else grabbed them, laughing, told them to wait their turn.

My cock was still soft, and she tugged it roughly out of my trousers. I reached under her skirt and was hugely aroused to find that – presumably during my wait in the cupboard – she had taken off her panties. As a surprise for me, she had shaved her pussy. She was rubbing at my cock, rapidly yanking my foreskin back and forth and whispering "Jesus, you're so fucking big".

I knew what she meant. In the dark, the sense of touch was heightened greatly. I scooped her breasts out of her dress and marvelled at how much bigger they felt when I couldn't see them. Paradoxically her nipples felt bigger, almost puffy. My cock had been hard since I had realised she wasn't wearing panties and Masoko had been rubbing me as if to prepare herself for my size. I began to guide myself towards her but she stopped me.

"Wait," she whispered. "I want to do one quick thing first." She knelt quickly and swallowed the head of my cock, just for a second. "More later," she promised. "You taste incredible."

I brushed a finger past the lips of her pussy and lifted it to my mouth. "So do you," I replied.

"I can't believe how big you are," she whispered, as I began to enter her. She managed to take a little less of my length than usual, so I was very gentle as I fucked her. It didn't seem to spoil her enjoyment – as we fucked, I sucked on her nipples and carefully brushed her hard little clit and she moaned over and over into my ear, telling me how big I was, how she'd never come like this. I had felt her have at least two orgasms, and I was beginning to worry about the door opening. Evidently she was too.

"You're incredible," she began. "Can we go up to one of the bedrooms after and finish this?"

I breathed out, "yes, of course".

What she said next chilled my blood.

"Oh, just so it's not a surprise. All Kim told me was that there was a guy in the closet with a dick nearly twice as big as any guy's in school. She said it was bigger than she had seen in most of the porno she's watched. So, as I said, so it's not a surprise – who are you?"

I froze. I remembered that Masoko and I had made love this morning, "luck," she had said, "for your debut game". She had still had the thick bush I love so much then, and I realised she hadn't had the opportunity to shave her pussy since. The shock that this wasn't Masoko was bad enough, but the suspicion I had was worse. Who could not know who I was? Everyone had been talking about it. Brilliant light flooded the room.

My cock was half-imbedded in the girl's pussy, but everyone could see it and I heard plenty of "oohs" from the watching crowd. The girl's tits were hanging out of her dress. They were much bigger than Masoko's, tanned a light brown all over with beautiful, puffy copper nipples. I tried to withdraw my cock, but the girl's pussy gripped me extremely tightly. Her cunt was very hot and very wet. I hadn't looked at her face yet.

From the crowd, I heard Kim crowing. "You see Beth? Didn't I tell you he was enormous?"

Kim – the only girl in school that didn't realise that having the same surnames meant Beth and I were related.

I heard Sharon say flatly, "Kim, you fucking idiot."

I couldn't put it off any longer. I looked up and opened my eyes and realised that the girl whose luscious breasts I had suckled on, who had lovingly given my big dick a lavish handjob before sucking it inside her mouth for one brief taste, whose vaginal juice I had sucked off one finger, whose tight, hot, wet pussy I'd just been fucking, whose tight, hot, wet pussy I was still buried in, was none other than my big twin sister. Jesus, I thought, I gave her two orgasms. I marvelled at how I had enjoyed the feel of her breasts under my hands and mouth, at how amazing her pussy felt – both then and now.

Beth's face was an odd mix. She looked sick with shock and disgust – as, I am sure, did I – but the flush her two orgasms had given her still spread across her face and chest.

I don't know what it was – a spasm in her cunt, the shock, the undeniable titillation of having fucked my sister – but right then I came. My whole body seemed to shake with the six spurts that surged through my huge cock, filling my sister's cunt with so much semen that it began to bubble out of her, even though I was plugged deep inside her. Worse, the sensation of me coming within her set my sister off again, and she had another orgasm there. Involuntarily, as we stood in an emptied closet, my big cock buried in my sister's tight little cunt, half our class watching, we both gasped and moaned our climaxes. Some idiot cheered; Kim screamed "Way to go Beth!"

Beth burst into tears and I felt them splashing hot and salty onto my chest. I think it was when she fell against me that we both realised my cock was still in her cunt. The realisation seemed to break whatever had frozen us. Fortunately, judging by their reaction most of the crowd didn't recognise both of us – so our actual relationship could be known to only a few people, mostly friends of my sister who wouldn't want to humiliate her.

I yanked my cock roughly out of my sister's pussy and almost everyone watching seemed amazed by the size of it. I couldn't believe I was still hard. Neither could Beth. She looked down and saw it. "So big," she whispered. "So, so big." I saw her hand reach out, involuntarily, to caress it, and she stopped herself, drew back rapidly instants after her fingers had stroked the swollen head of her brother's enormous cock.

I held my rigid cock vertical. While it was hard, there was no other way to get my trousers closed. I pulled up my underwear and buttoned and zipped my trousers so that they held my cock flat against my stomach, then pulled my shirt over it. The thick almost obscene swelling in my shirt gave it away, of course, but at least it wasn't hanging out there anymore.

I took pity on Beth, and simultaneously pulled the top of her dress up over breasts, and lowered the hem so that it covered her pussy. As I did, I saw how beautiful my sister's bald little cunt was – smothered in my come, glossy with a profusion of juice from her pussy, it shone in the light. I accidentally brushed one of her still aroused nipples and my sister looked so confused – such pleasure, but coming from her brother.

We both recoiled, and she ran out of the closet, pushed through the crowd and went out the front door, slamming it. I saw Sharon slowly following her. I walked numbly out of the cupboard.

A guy held up his hand for a high five I'd never return and said, "Nice work, man! I've wanted to fuck that for years. What was she like? I bet she was amazing." I gagged and was nearly sick. I walked on. Several people, both guys and girls, reached out and stroked my cock, pretending it was by accident. The guys looked jealous, save one or two who maybe were gay. The girls all looked at me with eyes filled with lust, and I realised that despite how quiet we had been, all of them, every single person here, had heard the gasps and cries of my sister as I fucked her into two orgasms she had described as the best she had ever had. All of them had seen us, my sister and I, as my big cock that had attracted her attention in the first place had rippled and sent us both spiralling into an incredible orgasm right in front of them.

Someone hugged me, and I could see huge breasts barely constrained by a flimsy top. "Hey big dick," Kim purred, stroking the object of her affection through my shirt. "Since Beth's left, do you feel like taking me upstairs? I'll let you fuck me in every hole…"

I broker her grip and ran past her, out through the kitchen and onto the patio in the backyard. Masoko was sitting there, looking a little sad. She'd been crying but had stopped before I came out.

"I know what happened," she began, "and you don't need to apologise. Kim called me away so one of her friends could go in there and fuck you. I know you wouldn't have done it if you'd known it wasn't me."

I couldn't say anything, so Masoko continued.

"Who was it? Catherine? She thinks she's in love with you. Or was it Deborah? If it was, I hope she gave you a condom." She laughed weakly. "As if one would fit. We'll have to get you checked out."

"Masoko," I said, "it's worse." She looked at me quizzically. "Kim… that fucking stupid little bitch… sent… my sister in there, not telling Beth who I was."

"You mean you…"

"Yes," I said. "I've just… oh Jesus… fucked my sister."

"Oh Jesus."

Then I fell on her lap, sobbing, mumbling incoherently about how sorry I was, shaking with revulsion. We were there for perhaps an hour, and whenever anyone came out onto the patio, they saw us and left quietly. The whole time, I apologised, and my skin crawled at the thought of the feel of my sister's flesh – at how good it had felt. Finally, I stopped crying. Slowly, Masoko spoke.

"The way I thought of it initially was that, as far as you were concerned, it was me in there. I don't see how that changes just because the person was your… your sister."

I looked up at her and blinked tears out of my eyes. She seemed calm, serene, even.

"You mean…?"

"Of course, I forgive you."

"That was you bashing on the door, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she said. "Then one of your team mates carried me out here."

"In fact," she continued, "I think the only people who know you… had sex with your sister besides you and her is probably Sharon, and she won't say anything. So all you need to do," she finished, "is go home and talk to Beth."

I knocked on Beth's door and she asked who it was. I identified myself and waited the minute and a half it took her to decide to unlock the door.

"Come back for more, have you?" she asked.

"Hey," I replied, angry, "I was as shocked as you about… what happened in there."

"Oh," she said and for an instant I almost thought she looked disappointed. "Well, I already talked to Sharon. Kim's too stupid to figure anything out, and no one else was there that knows who both of us are. Sharon's going to confess to Deborah"

I interrupted with a yelled, "What?"

"Just let me fucking finish alright? Sharon's going to tell Deborah that she was caught fucking you in the closet. She looks enough like me that everyone, probably even Kim, will believe it."

"Thank god," I said. "You know, I'm sorry, right?" It seemed like such an impossibly small thing to say, but what else was there?

My sister, who less than an hour ago I had brought to three screaming orgasms, smiled. "I'm not. Neither of us knew what was going on. It's nobody's fault."

"Shake?"

She shook my hand and led me out of her room, locking the door the instant I had passed the threshold. I realised my fingers felt sticky and held them to my nose. They smelled… well, they smelled just like my finger had when I had sniffed my sister's pussy juice in the closet. I tasted it, and it tasted the same, too. But she couldn't have been… Had that been why she'd taken so long answering the door?

My room was right next to hers, and getting there took no time at all. But in that short walk I had time to remember what an accomplished actress my little sister was. I had time to wonder that in a house full of people only two who could put my sister and mine's relationship together on sight had been there. Had that been where all her other friends had been? Occupying my friends' time? I fished my mobile phone from my jacket pocket and called one of my male friends.

"Hey man," he said, clearly ecstatic about something and sky-high on, at the very least, alcohol. "Heard you got off with Sharon in the closet. Don't worry, I won't tell Masoko. Figure we've all got to spread some what's-it-called, wild oats."

"Right," I said. "Listen, did you," but he interrupted me.

"Guess who took me upstairs? Deborah," he continued, without letting me guess. "She has the most amazing breasts," he began, "and the tightest little pussy I ever…"

"Sorry, man, I've got to go," I said. "I'll call you later?"

"Sure," he said. "Is it Masoko you're with now?"

I hung up, and leaned my ear against the thin wall separating my sister's bed from mine. I heard a humming noise that I had long since tracked to the vibrator she hid in a shoebox at the back of her wardrobe. I could hear her whispering to herself, repeating, as a mantra, over and over, "so big, so big."

Involuntarily I recalled the taste of her lips and the feel of her breasts and how good her cunt had felt as it wrapped around my cock. I could feel myself getting hard, desperately hard. I left the house and headed for Masoko's. My parents, expecting the party to go on until the small hours, were still out enjoying themselves somewhere, and if I wasn't back until the morning they'd only be a little pissed.

As I walked, the exercise and cool air did nothing to diminish the size and strength of my hard on, and it was lucky for me that I didn't meet anyone. I could sneak inside Masoko's window and quietly fuck her all night, burying her cries with a pillow if I had to. Whatever it took to quell the strange desire within me, twisting my stomach and pulsing along the entire length of my cock.

I wondered – was it even possible that Kim hadn't known we were brother and sister? She had been over at the house so often, and had definitely seen me there. No, she had to have known that the girl she was sending to fuck me had been my sister. And Beth – she must have heard the rumours and heard they were about me. Mustn't she? Could she really have not heard what every single person had been talking about? Hell, even the teachers seemed to know. And now, the girl I had fucked earlier that night, my big sister, whose tight pussy I had thoroughly explored and pleasured, lay masturbating, thinking about me.

Was it possible that the whole time my sister had planned on fucking her hugely endowed brother?

My sister shaved her pussy every day. I knew this because, on the few days on which she didn't show me the irresistibly smooth flesh that curved in glorious petal-like curls between her legs, she inevitably told me she had.

"I never have much hair, of course," she might begin. "Barely even stubble, in fact, but that's just one benefit of shaving every day." Beth would then slide two fingers down into the front of her tight cut-offs and I would pretend I didn't watch them caressing her mound.

"I take a little squirt of your shaving foam," she continued, "and slowly rub it all over my pussy – even those bits that maybe," she murmured huskily, as if confessing a secret, "don't really need it. Then I take a razor, your razor, and ever so carefully stroke it over my cunt. I run it once along the grain of my skin, then once against it to leave me completely smooth and soft. Then I carefully rub lotion into every fold of my pussy."

By then, her whole hand was inside her shorts and grinding frantically over her cunt. Her nipples were thick, hard points on the shirt she tied off just under her breasts and her face and chest were flushed a dark red. My cock was always fully aroused at this point, and the only thing I could do to stop from jerking off right there was to clench my hands on my knees and squeeze until the nails cut deep half-circles into my skin through my clothes.

"After that," Beth concluded, "it depends. Sometimes by that point, I'm so horny and wet thinking about your big, big dick that I just get myself off with my fingers, strumming on my little clit as I fuck myself and all the time wishing it were you touching me down there. Other times, I'm able to wait, just a little, until I can get the shower hot and I press the head over my cunt and I come and come, over and over."

This was undeniably true. Beth wasn't quiet, and most mornings lately I was woken by her moans and screams. Every time, she called out my name repeatedly, my complicity echoing in the farthest corners of our big house.

What, I hoped, Beth didn't know, was that every morning I woke up from dreams in which the blankets tangled round me were her limbs, where the hands closed about my cock were hers and not mine, where the caress of the sheet was the caress of her lips. Every morning now I woke with an erection of almost feverish intensity, and as she cried out my name in the shower, pulsing water mingling with the juice from her cunt as she fucked herself, I quickly brought myself to simultaneous climax, my moans stifled with a pillow.

I was perhaps the only eighteen-year-old guy who actively wished his parents were at home over the summer. Mum and Dad, convinced that at 18 their son and daughter were old enough and, more pertinently, mature enough, to look after themselves, had set off on a three month lecture tour of the states. So while my mother, the classical historian, lectured on the depredations of the ancient Greeks, at home, her daughter chased her son, eager for the cock she had so cunningly tasted.

I don't know why I listened to Beth. In part, it was that if I let her talk, she was less likely to approach me in any more blatant a fashion. I have to admit, though, that since Masoko and I started having sex, I had stopped jerking off – but now I masturbated at least three times a day, and always thinking of my sister. It was hard to believe we had been in that closet for only 5 minutes. It felt like I had been buried inside her for an eternity of bliss. I remembered how it had felt as I had slowly eased my huge cock into her, the stretch of her tight lower lips as she had slowly accommodated my thick girth, her rising pleasure as I had penetrated deeper and deeper into her cunt. She had been so hot and so wet, and I could still feel the ripples that had pulsed through her pussy as she came once, twice and then again, a wide-eyed group of our peers staring on, as my sister and I had the best orgasms of our brief lives.

I had slept in this morning, after a late night watching bad horror flicks at a friend's house. Typically for my friend, he had talked through the movies anyway, more eager to tell me about how good Deborah had been in bed, than in how the citizens of some small USA town would combat the mutant menace they faced. Pruriently, he had hinted that he wanted to hear what Shannon, the unquestioned uptight bitch queen of our old school, had been like. Blushing, I had refused to talk about it, and he assumed I was trying to be a gentleman. As if a man who fucked his sister behind his girlfriend's back could ever have pretensions to not being an utter asshole ever again.

My clock told me it was half twelve, and the intensity of the sun shining through my curtains seemed to agree with it. I untangled myself from the sheets and pretended I wasn't disappointed that I had missed my sister's morning show. My cock was only half-hard, just six or seven inches weighing heavily on the shorts in which I slept. Yawning and stretching, I pulled back the curtains and my dick swelled instantly.

By the pool my window looked out on, my sister reclined naked. Even lying flat on her back, Beth's breasts still swelled roundly on her chest and her chocolate-coloured nipples stood out in stark contrast to her lightly tanned skin. One of her hands rested lightly just above her pussy, the other was held above her eyes to shade them from the sun. Now that I had opened the curtains, she lowered the hand, and her eyes met mine. Though Beth and I are non-identical twins, the one feature we do have in common is the colour of our eyes – both of us have eyes lying on the violet edge of the spectrum.

We watched each other for maybe a moment or maybe a lifetime. She never broke our gaze as she slowly began to caress her nipples and deftly stroke her pussy. Safely concealed by the window, my hands freed my cock from my shorts and began to stroke furiously. Below me, Beth's fingers delved deep into her cunt. Triumphant, she withdrew her hand and held it up. The sun struck it, and it glowed gold with the liquid from her cunt. Her hand went back to work, and I watched as Beth moaned. The closed window blocked the sounds.

I don't know what would've happened if the phone hadn't rung just then. Funny as it seems to say it, perhaps things wouldn't have got so bad if I had just gone down there and made long, slow love to my beautiful sister. Some things we'll never know. In any case, the phone call broke my strange hypnosis, and I suddenly realised that here I was, frantically stroking every one of the 12 inches of my cock and fantasising about fucking my sister, the nymphet who was desperate for my touch. I tucked myself away as best I could and answered the phone, my voice thick with my sick lust.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Rob," said the woman on the other end of the phone.

"Uh, hi?"

"It's Shannon," she said.

"Oh, hi Shannon. Um... listen," I began, anxious to get it out before I could think about it and fuck up what I wanted to say, "I just wanted to thank you for that thing you did. I know it couldn't have been easy for you."

Shannon was silent for a long moment, and I wasn't sure what to say. Eventually I spoke up: "Okay, well I'll get Beth for you then."

"Actually, Rob, I called to speak to you," she said. "It's about that thing I did."

"Oh."

I never once took what Shannon had done for granted. It had hurt her reputation at school to pretend that she had fucked me in that closet, and subsequently a lot of people had made fun of the once haughty girl, her supposed action robbing her of all her poise.

"I don't want to do this over the phone," she said. "Could you meet me at my house this afternoon? How about for lunch?"

With our parents gone, Beth and I had access to both their cars, so I agreed.

"Sure," I said, butterflies dancing in my stomach. Even though I thought I would never be able to eat, I said, "lunch sounds fine."

Shannon gave me directions. I showered and dressed quickly, then slipped into the kitchen, trying to avoid Beth. She was sitting at the table.

"Well," she said, "did you not enjoy my show, or did you just come really fast?"

She had put on her bikini, which covered her bald pussy but did almost nothing to hide her magnificent breasts. What can I say? I'm a breast man. She moved towards me, and I noticed that her eyes were shining – had she been crying? She laid a hand on my groin, and her fingers quickly traced the length of my cock, which responded with an immediate and painfully intense erection.

"Guess you didn't come," she said.

In fact I had. Under the shower I had masturbated desperately, almost tearing at my cock as I thrummed my foreskin back and forth. I had pictured Beth with me, her full lips locked around the head of my cock, her hands playing gently with my balls, eagerly swallowing my come and licking tiny pearls from the corner of her mouth.

I leaped back from her, like a fencer avoiding a thrust, and hurriedly grabbed the car keys of the hook.

"Where are you going?"

"To Shannon's," I said. "She wants to talk to me about something."

Beth just smiled and undid the top of her bikini. She turned her back on me and walked back to the patio, letting the bikini top fall from her breasts just as she went through the door. My sister turned, letting me get a brief glimpse of her ripe breasts as she laid the flimsy top on the kitchen counter. As she walked away, she whispered to herself, "sure... Shannon wants to... talk."

I shrugged off what the comment I hadn't been meant to hear implied. My sister wanted me – and maybe, all right, I was attracted to her – but that was just clouding her judgement.

I pulled the car into Shannon's driveway and she was waiting at the door to meet me. Her long blonde hair was down, spilling over and behind her shoulders in great, straight sheaves. She was wearing a red top held up by thin straps running over her pale shoulders. The fabric followed the swell of her chest and then hung from the points of her breasts, and there was no hint of a bra in the way they swayed softly as she walked towards me. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped in cream trousers and her feet were bare. Her lips were a pale pink, and it looked like she wore no make-up.

We sat over her breakfast bar and ate sandwiches she took out of the fridge. Thick brown bread, rich ham and crisp lettuce – washed down with designer mineral water that tasted just like the stuff that came out of the tap. As we ate, she leaned over the breakfast bar and her top gaped open far enough for me to confirm she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were smallish – about the size of oranges, but they protruded far out of her chest, as if yearning to be caressed. I looked away quickly, and Shannon said, "Let's talk."

"Okay," I said.

"Everyone at that party thinks you and I fucked," Shannon said. "They think that all those boyfriends I wouldn't go all the way with, all my attitude, was just overcome when I saw you and your enormous bloody cock."

"I know," I began, "and I know how hard this is for you. I'm really grateful to you, and I'm sure Beth is too."

"Rob, Rob, Rob. There's only one thought in that girl's head and you know exactly what that thought is. Unless you're an idiot, which you're not, you also know that it was no accident what happened."

"But why did you..."

"Why did I agree to go along?" Shannon shook her head slowly. "Beth told me when she heard about your size, she was going to do it anyway. She and Kim had already planned it out – by the time I heard, you were already in the closet. So with no way to stop her, I chose to do what I could to protect her."

"Jesus this is fucked up," I said.

She laughed a little, but not at all cruelly, and placed her hand over my wrist, gripping it lightly.

"Rob, I want you to take my virginity."

I groaned. "What?"

Shannon was dead serious. Her face was pale, except for twin red lines across the tops of her high cheeks. In her eyes, there was no doubt – only pure, calculated decision. Her hand was now locked about my wrist, and there was no chance that I could loosen it without hurting her badly. I wondered if there was any way out of this situation that wasn't going to hurt her in some way.

"Shannon, it's not that I don't find you attractive. You're very attractive. But I have a girlfriend. I love her." Even as I said it, I wondered if it was still true. Was it even Masoko I made fierce love to these days? Certainly, it wasn't her I pictured. Not anymore, as we made love in the dark and I closed my eyes tight and held off from coming by concentrating on not saying the wrong name.

Shannon smiled, but it never reached her eyes. "I'm not talking about making love. I'm talking about sex. I want you to come upstairs with me to my bedroom and fuck away my virginity. I want to experience what I was supposed to have had in that closet. And if I don't – well, maybe I'll let it slip that it wasn't me in that closet. Much as they love gossiping about me, imagine what people will say when the famous King twins are outed as incestuous lovers."

Now I was pale, and I rested my head on my hands, palms covering my eyes, fingers pushing through my hair. I just felt so tired. Everything seemed to weigh on me, as if I were responsible for all of this. It was a much greater burden than the weight hanging between my legs. That gleeful traitor, who even now was twitching in delight as he contemplated the pleasures Shannon might provide.

In a sense, she saved herself then. With no way out, I was about to follow her upstairs and fuck her hard and fast. Ready to hurt her with my big dick and come inside her fast and leave, as if she were a whore I was using for fun. She hugged me.

"None of this is your fault, Rob, I know that. And I know I'm taking advantage of you. But look at me – from now on, the only guys who'll go out with me are only going to be after one thing. I've lost a lot of my friends, and even my Mum has heard certain rumours about that party."

She kissed me, and her lips were moist and delicious and felt amazing against my own. For the first time in weeks, I wasn't seeing my sister when I kissed a girl.

"My boyfriend left me, too," said Shannon, breaking our little kiss. "Just when I was ready to give myself to him. Jesus that sounds flowery. Just when I was ready to fuck him. And here you are, tall and handsome, smart and a sports star, and," she smiled softly, "hung like an elephant."

I realised that the only two people who were really suffering from this whole mess were Shannon and myself, and on realising it I felt a genuine bond between us. This time I kissed her, and took her hand as I did. I felt her tongue flutter on my lips, so I parted them and my tongue met hers in a delicate dance. "Come on," I said.

Shannon's room contained a single bed, a desk with what looked like a decent Mac computer and a built in wardrobe with a mirror on the door. Fuck, will I always be noticing cupboards from now on? Her room was painted a pale blue, and decorated with nothing else - no posters, no photographs. The only thing on her wall was a slim bookshelf with a few textbooks on it. Her bed was a ridiculous confection of white-lace lined pink sheets and, tragically, a teddy bear, which rested against her pillows like the last guardian of her innocence. She picked it up and carelessly threw it into a corner.

We faced each other and embraced, her hands going around my shoulders, mine resting on her flat ass. We said nothing for a moment, just looked at each other.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she replied, immediately and with absolute conviction in her voice. "I need this," she said.

I cupped her face in my hands, and softly caressed her ears as I kissed her. We kissed for aeons, our tongues travelling from one mouth to the other, our hands delicately exploring the flesh we would soon know with stark intimacy. Shannon's hands concentrated on my cock, running up and down the shaft as it strengthened and grew enormously inside my pants. Her eyes closed, the better to see with her fingers.

My hands slipped up through the loose waist of her top and traced ten trails over her gently rounded belly. I let my left forefinger tickle her belly button and she giggled quietly. I cupped the undersides of her round breasts and ran my fingers all around them. She broke our kiss and moaned my name, resting her head on my shoulder. I took the lobe of her ear into my mouth and tugged on it.

Shannon unbuckled my belt and pulled down my fly. She moved away from me, and reluctantly I withdrew my hands from her lovely breasts. She pulled off my underwear and knelt in front of me, her eyes level with my fully hard cock. Gently, she grasped the head, guiding it to the side, playing with it.

She looked up at me. "It's so big," she whispered. She leant in towards me and kissed the tip of my cock, letting her tongue leave a trail of saliva around my foreskin. I was enjoying the attention, but I stopped her, placing my hands under her armpits and lifting her.

"You don't need to do that," I told her. "Your first time should be about you."

I slipped the thin strands holding up her top off her shoulders one at a time. I let my fingers trace small circles on each shoulder and then gradually ease each strap down. She moaned my name. When I slipped down the second strap the top tumbled down, catching briefly on the tips of her hard nipples before it swished past her hips to the ground. She backed away towards the bed and sat on it and this time, I knelt in front of her. I kissed and nibbled on her shoulders as my hands caressed her nipples.

Shannon had huge nipples, big and pink and puffy. Bigger even than Beth's, I thought, before throwing the thought out of my mind. I ran my hands up and down her still clothed thighs, approaching but never quite touching her mound while I suckled on her nipples.

"Take of your shirt," she gasped.

I paused and did so, and she took the moment to jiggle out of her jeans. Her hands went to her plain white panties, but I stopped her.

"Let me," I said.

Shannon lay back on her bed, reclined on her thick pillows, and I knelt between her spread wide legs. I leaned over her and planted a trail of kisses down her belly until my chin rested on the waistband of her panties. I smiled up at her, meeting her eyes between the rounded, almost conical peaks of her breasts. Slowly, I rolled down her underpants, millimetre by millimetre revealing the clotted hair around her pussy. Shannon was a natural blonde.

She was very wet – juice was almost spilling from her cunt, and the panties I tore off her legs were soaked with a wide, translucent stain. She smelled different to Masoko and Beth. The aroma from her pussy was sweeter, and as I dipped my tongue between her parted labia, she tasted delicious. She had obviously washed before calling me over, and on top of the taste of her pussy, I could taste the soap she must have spread between her legs.

As I lapped at her lips, I let my fingers discover her clitoris, which was less protuberant than Masoko's. Her moans were becoming almost frantic, and I didn't want her to come like this. I hefted myself up, until the huge length of my cock was poised over her welcoming cunt.

One last time, I asked, "Are you sure?" If she said no, perhaps I might even be able to stop.

She nodded, and her hands clasped my cock. She placed me against her pussy, and slowly, as delicately as I could, I entered her.

"Oh, Rob," she said, "Oh Rob," as I entered her. Her pussy was even tighter than Masoko's had been that first time, though then I hadn't had such size to realise it. Sooner than I thought possible, I felt my slow thrust stopped by her hymen.

"Ready?"

She bit her lip, and her hands grasped my shoulder blades. As I pulled my cock back slightly, she dug her nails in and when I thrust, irrevocably taking her virginity, she clenched her hands tearing away what felt like all my skin. We both cried out in pain, and I rested my hands on her headboard, not withdrawing my cock, but not entering her further just yet.

Once the pain had subsided, she began to slowly grind her hips, trying to take me into her, so I started to thrust again. I fucked her gently, filling every inch of her cunt, but never taking her roughly. I ground against her g-spot with each thrust, and in the force of her moans and the frequency with which she called my name, I followed the growth of her pleasure. Shannon's hands rode my ass, squeezing it and forcing me to fuck her faster and faster as she approached her orgasm.

When she came, her tight, virgin cunt squeezed down on me with all the firmness and care of a set of thumbscrews. This was too much for me, and I came with her, each of us gasping each other's names as my cock spasmed within her amazingly hot pussy. I collapsed on to her exhausted, then rolled over, letting my cock fall out of her. She rested one hand lightly on her cunt, and stroked it absently.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Mmm... yes," she said. Between her legs, a small wet spot was forming, a pale red formed from a mixture of my come, the juice from her cunt and the small trickle of blood that had left her body with her innocence. Her body shone with sweat, and her skin was flushed with health. "That was wonderful, thank you."

I kissed her. "Don't mention it," I said.

The door opened, and in stepped Kim, her huge breasts squeezed into a tiny bikini that just covered her nipples, her bikini bottoms clearly showing that at the very least she had a Brazilian wax. In her hand was a Polaroid camera, and before Shannon or I could react, she snapped off a couple of quick shots.

"Finally done?" she asked. "Goodness, gracious me – a big dick and he can last for ages. I bet your come tastes like Cadbury's Crème Egg, too."

"Fucking get out of here, Kim!" Shannon screeched, hurriedly covering herself with her sheet, and leaving me more naked than I was already.

I leaped off the bed, and grabbed Kim by the shoulder before she could get through the door. I went for the Polaroids that were developing in her hand, and she shoved them behind her back.

I took her out in the hall and closed the door with my free hand.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, but her tone was more suggestive than fearful and she arched one eyebrow. Her hand caressed my still engorged cock and she said, "I can think of several things. Maybe Shannon will join in."

I let go of her and backed off a little. It seemed nothing I did was right, because all that did was get her staring at me. Under her lust-filled gaze I could feel my cock swelling already, and I cursed the hormones that controlled me.

"Beth told you I was here, right?"

"Right," said Kim.

"Did she tell you to take the photos?"

Kim smiled, "Yes."

"Because?"

She smiled wide, and her red tongue ran around her plump lips. She moved in and looked up at me. She ground her cunt against my hardening cock and pressed her huge tits against my chest.

"Beth decided that she needed a little leffertage," Kim began.

"What? Oh, you mean leverage."

"Yeah, that's it," Kim said. "Anyway, I get the photos of you and then if you don't do exactly what we say, your little girlfriend gets to see them."

"Why'd she send you? Why didn't Beth come?"

"I don't know."

I didn't either. Maybe Beth thought if it was Kim who took the photos, Shannon would blame her. Maybe, I thought and my blood froze, my sister didn't want to see me with other women. I shuddered.

I could feel the wetness seeping through Kim's bikini bottoms.

"I'll make you a deal," she said. "I'll keep the photographs, and I'll tell Beth that I didn't get them." Her hand grasped my cock again, and even using both, the majority of it would still be uncovered. "And I get this, whenever I want."

I pretended to think about her offer and then grabbed for the photographs. Kim danced away from me, her breasts bouncing around wildly. One dark nipple peeked out, and she tucked it away and blew me a kiss. She raced down the stairs and I followed, my cock flopping around ludicrously. She managed to reach the threshold of the door just before I reached her, and she stood outside just beyond my reach.

She looked at the photos, then held them up for me to see. In the small squares, I lay next to Shannon, both of us naked and flushed and drenched in sweat. Kim drew her hand back and posed, still staring at my cock.

"I'll give you 'til tomorrow to think it over," Kim said. "Try to remember you'll have to do me anyway – but make a deal and you won't have to fuck your sister, too. Not to mention Deborah and Catherine, and anyone else we want to try out our big dick stud."

She waved and walked away, and I went back into the house to get dressed. Shannon was still in bed, her sheet pulled up above her breasts.

"Did you get the camera?" she asked, clearly not familiar with the older, rarer Polaroid design.

"No," I said, "but I don't think you've got much to worry about."

Shannon surprised me by crying a little.

"Poor Rob," she said. "There's no way out of this for you, is there?"

"Not one I like," I said.

She held out her hand, and I grasped it with my own.

"I had a wonderful time this afternoon," I told her.

"Me too," she said, and I kissed her hand.

"Shannon... I don't know where my life is going right now. Just a few weeks ago, I was so certain about everything. My future, my girlfriend. Now, I don't know about anything. I just feel, I feel like I can't fix any of this, so..."

She squeezed my hand. "I understand," she said. "I'm sorry about what I forced you to do."

"You didn't force me," I said. When I thought about what I'd just said, I realised that it was true – no one would have believed her. "I have no regrets about what we did, and you shouldn't have either."

I kissed her again, a slow lingering kiss on the lips that she returned fully and again I felt my head and heart tear with thoughts of Beth and Masoko and now Shannon. "I'll see you later," I said.

I had left my mobile phone in the car, and as I pulled out of Shannon's driveway I saw that I had voicemail. I called the service and waited as the computer listed how many messages I had. Then, Masoko's voice:

"Where are you, Robert? You were supposed to meet me for lunch, remember?" There was a long, slow sigh. "I don't know. Call me when you get this." It wasn't a request.

I rang her number and after fourteen rings she picked up.

"It's me," I said.

"Oh," said Masoko, "so four hours late you call me. Where were you?"

My mind froze. Where could I have been, I wondered – what could I have been doing that took so long and couldn't involve her? Finally, after too long a pause, I said, "I'm sorry, Masoko, but I was up all night watching movies with Andy. I got home and was so tired I slept right through the alarm I set."

"Okay," she said, and I knew she didn't believe me. "Are you coming over?"

"Sure," I said, and she hung up.

I dropped the phone onto the passenger seat and sighed. Masoko hadn't got over what had happened at that damned party. Oh, intellectually she had, but emotionally was another matter. I'd always thought that in all those dramas where through no fault of his own the hero does something that upsets the heroine, it was stupid – that all the hero needed to do was explain what had happened and he'd be forgiven. It was me that was stupid, though – you couldn't salve an emotional wound with reason. It didn't help that after four years of certainty, I was beginning to wonder if I even loved her at all – at least in the way I had thought I did.

The Greeks, my mother told me once, had defined four kinds of love. There were storge and philia, which respectively were parental and brotherly love. Then there were eros and agape – eros, which was passionate, erotic love and agape, which was the deep abiding love that we call true love. I certainly loved Masoko, but more and more I felt eros giving way to philia.

I punched the steering wheel and yelled, "fuck" when I accidentally set off the horn. For the first time in a while, I laughed.

I knocked on Masoko's door and she opened it and hugged me and for one moment everything in my world was in its right place. Masoko pulled back and looked at me strangely for a second, then pulled me inside.

"Come on," she said. "We've only got an hour before my mum's home from work."

She led me straight to her bedroom and kissed me with a passion that she hadn't shown since that party. Her lips and mouth were ripe with the taste of nectarines, and I devoured her. My cock wasn't even starting to get hard when she ripped off my trousers and underwear.

"Jesus," I said, "I thought it was us teenage guys that forgot about foreplay."

Masoko growled and rushed me, shoving me against her wall and bruising my mouth with her own.

"Shut the fuck up, Rob."

She tugged my shirt over my shoulders and threw it to the floor and then hoisted up the short skirt she was wearing. She wasn't wearing panties, and I relished the sight of her ivory skin and lush, black bush.

"Today, I just need you inside me," she said.

I was hard by then, and she guided herself on to my cock with all the speed and ferocity with which she had seduced me so far.

"Grab my ass," she said.

I did and she wrapped her cool legs around my waist. I supported her weight and she clasped her arms around my neck. Furiously, levering herself with her legs, she fucked me, sucking me deep inside her pussy, which gripped me like a velvet glove set in cement. I held her ass tightly, revelling in its firm, round feel, but I was too hypnotised by her ferocity to attempt anything more.

"I love your big cock, Rob," Masoko said, gasping out each syllable between the forceful thrusts of her svelte hips, "but I love you more."

One, two, three orgasms she brought herself to before her rough treatment made me come. I almost felt relieved that it was over.

Masoko collapsed in my arms and on rubbery legs I carried her to her bed. I laid her down on it, then lay down next to her.

"What brought that on?" I asked.

Masoko laughed. "Was I that bad?" She waved her hand to stop any protestation of mine before I could make it. "I just felt that I'd been distant from you lately. I wanted to show you that... I don't know... that I still felt that passion for you."

She frowned a little. "And you've been a little rough lately yourself."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," she said. "It was a good change. Where are you going?"

I smiled. "The bathroom. I've needed to go all afternoon. Of course I'll be lucky if it still works after that session."

I left the room naked and went to the toilet. I somehow managed to go, though I had to force it out, having come so recently. When I got back to the bedroom, Masoko's eyes were filmed with tears.

"How did you get those scratches on your back?"

I sighed, and closed my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Masoko."

"Was it," she squirmed, as if insects were sliming their way down her spine, "Beth again?"

"No! Fuck, no," I said.

She grimaced. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? Damn it, I fucking smelled whoever it was on you when you came in the door."

"Masoko," I said, "listen..."

She interrupted me. "Don't tell me to listen, you fuck. You sick, sister fucking piece of shit, I never want to see you again."

"No, Masoko," I said.

"Get the fuck out," she screamed.

She had collected my clothes when I had gone to the bathroom. She must have seen the cuts on my shoulders and wanted to smell my clothes again. She threw them at me now, and I went out to the hall and had to listen to my girlfriend of four years bleeding tears in the next room as I hurriedly dressed. I hadn't cried in years, but when I went out to the car, I noticed that my face was wet. Slowly, carefully, I drove home.

Beth was sitting in the kitchen, eating Indian food out of the takeout containers. She hadn't ordered any for me.

"Well, hi Beth," I said. "Just to let you now, in case you don't know yet. I made love to Shannon. Kim came in after, just like you told her to, and got the photos you wanted, so I hope you'll enjoy those. Then I went to Masoko's and she found out that I'd been with Shannon, so she broke up with me. So I'm not sure how you'll blackmail me now, but shit, I'm sure you'll think of something. It's been a pretty long day for me, so I'm going to bed now. Thanks for ordering dinner for me, by the way."

Beth just sat there stunned as I left the room, and I felt a savage joy swell in my heart. For a while, as I lay naked beneath the thin sheet, I thought I was too high on adrenaline to get to sleep, but I really was exhausted. Before I knew it, I had drifted off into strange dreams, where I had strange, transmutative sex with a woman who was Shannon, Beth and Masoko all at once, and at the same time none of them.

In my dreams, my cock rested between Kim's swollen lips and she sucked desperately. I felt honeyed light on my eyelids and woke up. It took me a moment to realise that the girl was still sucking on me. Kneeling naked between my legs, Beth lapped at the head of my cock.

Something snapped in me. Perhaps it was my pride. In any case, I just lay back down on my bed and enjoyed the blowjob my sister was giving me. She was expert at it. She couldn't take all of me – perhaps no woman would ever manage to swallow my entire twelve thick inches – but she had managed four or five. She bobbed up and down on my cock, sometimes stopping once she had released me to swirl her tongue over my cock's fat head. When she swallowed me again, she let her tongue tickle the underside of my cock. My sister gave an amazing blowjob.

As she blew me, she supported my shaft with one hand, and the other played with my balls. She went further, rubbing the sensitive flesh between my balls and asshole, sometimes letting her fingers tickle round the edge. I moaned over and over, and now it was my turn to scream my sister's name.

"Oh Beth," I said, as I finally came, "Oh, Beth, honey." She opened her mouth and showed me the thick flood of my come that she had somehow kept in her mouth. Smiling, she gulped down her brother's come with gusto.

"I don't hate you, brother," she said, her tongue sneaking out to lap come of the corner of her mouth just as I had fantasised. "I love you," Beth said.

I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel remorse over losing Masoko; or disgust over what had just happened, a disgust that I had been feeling for days; I didn't think about the burgeoning feelings I had for Shannon, or that she might have for me. All that was in my head was desire for the luscious, beautiful, abundantly sexual flesh that was resting in front of me. She wasn't my sister, she wasn't even a person anymore. I wanted to devour her.

We met kneeling in the middle of our bed, and when our mouths came together it felt like fire. We kissed passionately, taking turns to suckle on each other's bottom lip, our tongues battling in our mouths and in the contested space in between. My hands rubbed her breasts and rolled thick, swollen nipples between finger and thumb. She gripped my neck hard, pulling me towards her as if a centimetre between us was too much, and her hands lavished long, slow strokes on my thick cock.

Our hunger for each other's mouths was overcome by hunger for other body parts, and she bit my nipples while my hands delved into her cunt. She was sopping wet, and hot, and very, very tight – even my exploratory fingers felt too big for her pussy. I pushed her back, and pulled her legs towards me so she didn't fall off the bed. I dived onto her incredible breasts and drowned them in soft kisses. I nipped at her soft flesh, sucked and licked her nipples, pinching them lightly with my teeth. My hands were still dallying in the folds of her cunt; hers were still stroking my cock with loving, jealous fingers.

Without delicacy, or care, I aligned my cock with her cunt and rammed it into her. Beth gasped her pleasure at finally getting her brother's big cock again, and I marvelled at the tightness and heat in my sister's bald cunt. The old bed gave too much, the springs worn out, so I picked her up, my cock never leaving her cunt, and braced her against the wall, as Masoko had done to me just the day before.

"That's it, brother," Beth hissed at me, "fuck me hard with your huge cock."

I rammed into her, shoving my full length in and then withdrawing it entirely before shoving it in again. It was skill-less and brutal, utterly lacking in any artifice. I didn't care, and neither did my sister. Under my rough treatment, Beth had orgasm after orgasm. She screamed my name at the ceiling and the walls shook with the force of her cries. Pleasure ripped through her cunt in great spasms, orgasm raced through her like an avalanche, like a chain reaction, like a flood. It was the same for me – I didn't come, but the sheer sensation and joy of each stroke was unbearable. The taboo of fucking my sister, her desperation for my cock and my touch, the sweet grip of her cunt and the feel of her full breasts and nipples against my chest, all made this the most incredible sex of my life. Finally, after what felt like hours, I came, and my come boiled out of me in gallons. I sagged, and lowered Beth to the floor, but my sister didn't let my cock leave her pussy.

She squeezed the muscles in her cunt, as if she were giving a handjob with her pussy. Already, as I licked the sweat off her breasts and brow and she stroked my body and massaged my cock, I could feel my arousal growing again.

"Wait," Beth said. "I have an idea."

With reluctance, she pulled back from me, my cock slowly coming out of her pussy. She led me to the bathroom and turned the shower on. "Hold on," she told me. She rummaged through the cupboard and then, with a brief cry of glee, proudly brandished a tub of Vaseline. She smeared a thick blob onto her hands and stroked along the length of my cock. Then she stepped under the water, and beckoned me in with her.

The Vaseline didn't run off, I was surprised to see. I suppose it must have been too thick and oily, and thus didn't mix with the water. I also supposed that Beth had done this before. She guided me into her asshole, which was looser than I expected. Still, even with the lubricant I had to enter her very slowly, and I had bottomed out before I had got too deep.

I fucked my sister in the ass, and she moaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. From behind, I was free to cup her breasts and I did so, letting one hand enjoy those perfect orbs while the other fucked her pussy. She was screaming my name, and I don't know how long we fucked, because before I was even near done, the water had run cold.

Beth, my sister, the best fuck I had ever had, was screaming my name over and over and her cries mingled with the pounding of the water from the shower to form a complete and impregnable sound-scape. If we had had neighbours, they would have imagined that I was killing her, and in a way I was, and myself too, as our pleasure obliterated both of us.

But nothing cuts through a wall of sound like the shocked cries of your mother. "Oh bugger," Mum said, seemingly apropos of nothing, "I'm sorry." Then she dashed out of the room, and I felt my big cock softening, even in the tight grip of my sister's ass.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Beth asked me.