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MARISSA Chapter 7 Mikey Dee

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MARISSA Chapter 7 Mikey Dee by mikeydee@iname.com (mikeydee@iname.com)The light streamed into the bedroom from around the window shade asMarissa slowly surfaced from her dream. She looked at her roommate's bedthrough sleepy eyes, and saw that it was empty. "Gone to class," she thought. The clock on the dresser was friendly.She still had over an hour before she had to get up. Marissa took lateclasses; the earliest was a ten o'clock Western Civ. That way she couldsleep in or study before class. She put her hands behind her head and let her mind drift back to theprevious evening. She actually saw Vicky doing IT. Through her mind'seye, Marissa again saw the look of insane pleasure on Vicky's face asthe boy's wet penis slipped in and out of her, and she sensed herexcitement all over. The scene shifted, and suddenly Vicky wasmasturbating in the dark, her hand moving surreptitiously under thebedding. Marissa saw the expression on Vicki's face as she worked herway relentlessly toward orgasm. Marissa felt the excitement start andshe willed the thoughts down. But her reptile would have none of it. Itinstinctively knew that these sweet moments between sleep and fullcognizance offered the greatest opportunity to feed, and it was veryhungry. Marissa's head rolled slightly to the right and she noticed the darkstubble of hair under her arm, and then idly thought that she wouldshave in the shower. As she looked, Marissa thought of her brother Todd,and how curious he had been about her body when they were in their earlyteens. Memories of their early experimentation flashed through herbrain, and she quickly willed them away. But her hungry reptile was toofast, its need too great. It began caressing her sweet spot, and theimages quickly reappeared. She slept only in panties, and felt hernipples tighten and lengthen, goose bumps dotting their surface. Todd... When the two siblings were in their early teens, their sexualcuriosity was fierce. They didn't mean it to happen, neither one ofthem. But their raging hormones and mutual attraction got the better ofthem, and, like so many others, they began, quite innocently, to playsex games. Marissa closed her eyes and returned to her house, and beganto remember how Todd and she first started their "sex education"sessions. It started a few months after the bathroom episode, when they firsttouched each other. It was the first time that either had touched anyoneelse sexually, and the excitement was unbearable. Todd came during theirplay, and Marissa, shaking with excitement, masturbated to her firstcomplete orgasm later in the tub. In the weeks that followed, theepisode had been played out with every possible continuance andconclusion in the fantasies of both the teens. Without knowing it, eachhad become the object of the other's favorite masturbation fantasy. Thequestion, of course, was what to do next. Neither knew what the other was thinking; if they had, it would havebeen easy, but they didn't and it wasn't. Todd had no idea if Marissawas at all interested in another episode. For all he knew, she thoughtof him as nothing but her kid brother, and accommodated him that onetime simply to amuse herself. What he did know was that he couldn't getthe image of her hairy pussy out of his head. The realization that hehad actually felt a real, naked pussy was sometimes almost too much forhim. He wanked himself to oblivion thinking about it. He thought aboutit constantly. About the only time he didn't think about it was when hewas asleep. Then he dreamed about it. Marissa approached the subject differently. Being a little older thanTodd, and female in a puritanical society, she was carrying aroundseveral more pounds of emotional baggage. Good American teenage girlsdid not think about their brothers sexually. In fact, good Americanteenage girls weren't supposed to think about sex at all. So whenMarissa took her baths, and her hungry young reptile caressed her brain,and she caressed herself, lots of mixed emotions came into play. While she lay there in the tub, eyes closed, fingers busy, thoughts ofTodd would begin sneaking in, even though these were totally forbidden. "I will not use Todd. I can use anyone but Todd," she would promiseherself before each session. And then, as she started to get moreexcited, she would be standing alongside Todd, looking at his pulsatingboner, reaching out to cup his young balls in their dangling sack, andjust as she touched him, her orgasm would hit, and what she was thinkingabout didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was the sweet feeling,the pleasure, the release. Afterward, as she rested in the tub, shepromised herself that it would never happen again, but it always did.She just couldn't help herself. Their sexual experimentation began, innocently enough, on the sofa intheir living room. Fourteen year-old Marissa always sat on the rightside of the sofa, and Todd always sat on the left. That was the way ithad always been. Teenagers can be possessive about things like that, andMarissa thought of the right side of the sofa as hers. The way the TVwas situated, the right side had a slightly better angle, and, afterall, she was a year older. After walking home from school one afternoon with Sue, Marissa enteredthe house in a state of extreme horniness. One of the boys in her classhad been called to the blackboard. He was a smart boy, and had beenuncharacteristically reluctant to leave his seat. Miss Reynolds, theirteacher, was adamant and he finally stood before his classmates, bentover slightly, one knee bent in. Marissa saw he had an erection. He musthave been wearing boxer shorts, because his boner poked out prominentlyfrom the front of his pants. He knew everyone saw it, and tried to turnaway, but it was no use. He was cute, he was helpless, and Marissa gotexcited. It was so unexpected. Sue, her best friend and confidant, satnext to her. Sue was a vessel of unlimited sexual knowledge; afourteen-year old, hornier-than-thou guru of all things sexual, whomissed nothing. Watching the boy's erection and his obviousembarrassment really got to Sue as well. She squirmed in her seat, herunderarms were wet, her pussy was wet, her panties were wet. God, sheloved school. "How big you think it was?" Marissa asked Sue on the way home. "Well the average adult one is about six inches," replied Sue, "but theway it was sticking out, he might already be there." Both girls begangiggling. The conversation continued on to what got him excited and theinevitable does he jerk-off yet. The girls agreed that he did and theybegan to wonder what he thought about when he did it. "I wonder if he ever thinks about us," Sue thought aloud. "I don't know, you ever think about him?" Marissa asked. "Maybe not before, but definitely today." Sue answered. Marissa giggled. "You going to do the deed when you get home?" Marissaand Sue had started calling it that after one of the teachers hadlectured the class about doing one good deed every day. Sue leaned overto Marissa, who was sitting next to her and said, "There's only one gooddeed I do every day," and winked at Marissa. Marissa cracked up andafter that, it was their secret code word. "Are you kidding? The second I get home. I'm swollen and wet right now.It's all I've been thinking about since it happened. It's gonna be, 'hidad, I'm going upstairs to study,' and I'll be doing my good deed forthe day," Sue grinned. When Marissa got home, she had that sweet ache between her legs, andknew that she had to masturbate. She just hoped that Todd was in hisroom, like he usually was. Lately she had gotten into the habit ofmasturbating in the bathroom after school when she was too excited tomake it to bath time. It was her only safe place. The bathroom was theonly room with a lock. The old house had no locks on the bedroom doors,and asking her mother for one would be a dead giveaway. Marissa was waytoo smart for that, but she sometimes wondered how many teenage girlsacross the country thought they were fooling their families when theylocked their bedroom doors. As she entered the house, Marissa saw that Todd was watching TV. Noluck. The bathroom was right off the living room, and there was no waythat she could do it while Todd was sitting there. Like all of hergirlfriends, Marissa was paranoid about being caught, and the time shetook would alert the very smart Todd. Her frustration turned to anger,and that's when she noticed that Todd was in her seat on the sofa. "Get out of my seat, Todd, I want to sit down." Todd was sprawled out. "Sit somewhere else, I'm too tired to move,"Todd mumbled. "You'll be too sore to move, if you don't get up quick!" Marissa saidit with uncharacteristic vehemence, her horniness and frustrationturning her mean. Todd held his ground. "What are you going to do, besides nothing?" heasked, waving his hand in a gesture of dismissal. That did it. All thoseteenage hormones coursing through Marissa's veins turned her from hornyand mean to horny and mad. Real mad. She attacked. Marissa grabbed Todd's shoulders, and Todd held her off with bothhands, which quickly landed on her breasts. Todd suddenly came to lifewhen he realized what was going on. As his hands groped his sister'sbreasts, he felt his penis stiffen and his breathing become irregular.This was not lost on Marissa, whose nipples, tender as they were fromher sexual excitement, hardened under his touch. Todd felt the hardenednipples through Marissa's blouse, and his excitement boiled. Marissa wasnow pushing her body onto Todd, ostensibly to push him down and over,but she relished the feel of Todd's hands rubbing her stiff nipples. She felt the wetness flow between her legs, and fire run through herbody. Her underarms grew slippery as her excitement ripened. A smallpart of her conscience told her to stop and get off, but her reptile,now awake and scrambling, whispered in her ear as it grew, and grew,assuring her she was only wrestling with her brother, and Todd didn'trealize a thing. As she pressed foreward, her upper thigh pressed Toddbetween the legs, and she felt his erection. The reaction was electric. Todd automatically pressed his boner againstMarissa's leg, and she moved her leg back and forth a little, to getmore contact. They were almost cheek to cheek now. Had they beenstanding up, they could have been dancing. But they were sprawled acrossthe sofa, their sexual excitement increasing as they wrestled, and theydefinitely were not dancing. Todd's left cheek was against Marissa's left breast, and his nose wasnestled under her arm. He could now feel the heat radiating offMarissa's body, and smell the musky teenage girl scent under her arm. AsTodd breathed in, her pheromones reached his own reptile, and it fedgreedily, snapping and twitching in pleasure, rewarding Todd with chillsof sexual excitement that screamed down his back and surged into hisyoung penis, causing the sensitive corpuscles of his glans to catchfire, giving him so much pleasure he lost all control of himself. He thrust his penis into Marissa's thigh, and knew, in one horrifyingmoment, that he was going to come. It was starting, he could feel it,and he was powerless to stop it. It wasn't like the beginning of hisregular masturbatory orgasms, which, once started, quickly acceleratedto the insane pleasure, known as "the feeling" to the boys at school. Asthe feeling intensified, Todd would stroke himself faster, increasingthe feeling and starting the contractions. After three or fourcontractions, the sperm would come shooting out, more each week itseemed to Todd, and his hand would slow and too soon, it would be over. This was different. This was like what happened on the few occasionsthat Todd had had a wet dream. The first one happened five days, exactlyfive days, after the bathroom incident. Todd would never forget it, itseemed so real. In his dream he was again in the bathroom with Marissa,but it was all wrong, all changed around. Marissa also was different,she has a laschevious smile on her angelic face. She turned around and, spreading her ass cheeks said, "Come on Todd,slip it in, slip it in my ass, slip it in" over and over again. Then helooked down and his penis was indeed slipping up Marissa's ass, and shestarted moaning, "That's it, that's it, big boy, big Todd, slip it inme, slip it in my ass," and that's when it happened. He started to getthe cool feeling right there in his dream, and he felt his penisjerking, spurting and that's when he woke up, as the last of his semenshot into his underwear. Still groggy with sleep, it took him a coupleof seconds to realize what happened. He'd hear the guys in school talking about wet dreams, and now he'dhad one himself. It was the greatest! He got up and went to thebathroom, stripped off his underwear and washed them under the faucet.When he was sure they were clean, he checked the hall and flew back tohis room, putting the underwear on his chair to dry. He put on a freshpair and got back into bed and fell asleep in seconds. And now here he was, the cool feeling developing strength as he pumpeduncontrollably against his sister's leg, consumed by a power greaterthan reason. His reptile was in bliss, urging him on, running its clawsover his pleasure center, licking, massaging, sending bolts of liquidecstasy into his glans until his penis finally exploded in orgasm, andjet after jet of boiling semen gushed into his underwear. On he bucked,shooting and moaning and straining, powerless to stop, until at last, itwas over. After his orgasm, Todd panicked. His semen was starting to ooze downhis leg and he had to get to the clean up fast. "Got to go to thebathroom, Mari," he mumbled as he scooted out from under her and ran forthe door. While Todd was pumping away on her leg, Marissa's excitement continuedto grow. She saw the Jekyll and Hyde transformation as her brotherchanged from a sensitive, intelligent boy into a panting imbecile, sosexually excited by her that he had lost all reason. And the realizationthat she had caused him to become this hot was overwhelming to her. Itwas the first time her body had excited someone of the opposite sex tothe point of orgasm. She felt womanly and desirable, and oh, so horny. She had to masturbate. She had no choice. It wasn't like after schoolwhen she felt the excitement of the day and did it to have some fun andrelieve the tension. If something suddenly came up then, a phone call aremembered chore, she could put it off till later. But not this, notnow. As soon as Todd closed the bathroom door, she dashed to her room andtore at the snap on her jeans, got it opened, fumbled for the zipperwith shaky fingers, finally got it down and, hooking her thumbs on bothsides, pulled her jeans and panties down together. She looked around theroom. "Where, where," she asked herself. If she did it on the bed, andTodd came in and caught her, she'd die. Then, with the cunning of thetruly desperate or hopelessly insane, she had it. "The door," herreptile whispered. Scooting out of her jeans and panties, she turnedaround in front of the bedroom door and leaned back against it. If Toddtried to open the door, her weight would keep it closed. That done, itwas time for business. She couldn't wait another second. Marissa's right hand combed wildly through her thick forest of pubichair, separating it, exposing her clitoris. She looked down and saw herhood sticking out. Putting the first two fingers of her left hand ontop, she skinned it back and watched the glans emerge, smaller than ithad felt on the couch, but excited. With expert fingers, she covered theglans back up with the hood, and began to massage it, the hood givingthe glans just the right amount of stimulation. Nature thought ofeverything. As if by magic, the glans quickly grew and widened under herfingertips, and Marissa's primeval pleasure increasing with everystroke. Again Marissa retracted the hood, and looked at how the glans hadchanged. It was now a deep crimson, and easily double the size. "God isthis going to be a good one," she thought. She reached underneath withher right first two fingers and brought a thick, creamy gob of juice upto the glans and smeared it directly on the head. Marissa could smellherself; her clitoris pulsated. Her reptile rejoiced, knowing it wastime. She started. Marissa quickly pushed the hood back over her glans and found her spotwith the first two fingers of her right hand, and began rubbing slowly,spreading the lubrication, feeling her clitoris hardening even more.Then she went for it. Marissa immediately quickened the pace to fourstrokes per second, going for the orgasm, seeing how quickly she couldcome. Her reptile licked and pawed and blissfully urged her on. Shebecame lost in her hindbrain as she unconsciously increased the pace.Leaning against the door, legs splayed, mouth open and dry, hand anexpert blur between her legs, Marissa was in her own sweet world. Her mind raced, her fingers danced. "So good, so good, so close, yeah,oh, close, yeah... almost... ohhh..." Todd stripped down and washed the semen out of his underwear and hungthem to dry on the shower curtain pipe. His penis was still bobbing ashe stepped under the shower and quickly washed down. A minute later,wrapped in a towel, he was on his way back to his room when he heardMarissa's door creak as though it was being pressed from the inside.Then another little creak. Todd dashed into his room, dropped the towel,threw on his robe and was back at Marissa's door in seconds. Helistened. His heart pounded. Could it be? Quick excuse: Sorry, I thoughtyou were hurt. It'll do. Then he gently tried the door. Mari waspressing against it. She had to feel it. Say something quick! "Mari, are you alright? Let's talk." No, no, no, so close, no, no, Marissa was furious. "Go away Todd!" sheheard herself say, "I'm busy." "I want to talk." He pushed gently on the door again, and felt theresistance. "Not now! Go away. Go away Todd, I mean it!" Marissa felt the slightpushing stop. She listened. Nothing. He would guess. Marissa looked down, she wassoaked and swollen. I don't care, I have to come. Marissa reached back under for some more lubrication and began again.She didn't know why, but the realization that Todd might know what shewas doing excited her. In seconds she had it back. She went for theorgasm again and, amazed, started getting the feeling almost instantly.She felt it start in her glans and spread through her thighs. She rubbedas fast as she could when she got the feeling, and it grew so strong shethought her clitoris would explode. When the contractions startedseveral long seconds later, Marissa almost cried out softly. She screwedup her beautiful face and rode them out, pressed against the door forsupport. The release filled her with a feeling of calm and serinity.What a come. As the orgasm faded, Marissa slid down the door and sat with her chinon her knees, resting. Now that her ardor had cooled, she felt terrible.What to do? Why couldn't I just stop and tell Todd I was getting readyto wash up?But her reptile had been too strong and she couldn't stop. He has toknow, she thought. Todd took his ear away from the door and went back to the living room. Marissa put on a robe and headed to the bathroom. "You have to use thebathroom?" she called out. "I'm going to take a shower." "I'm fine," came Todd's response, and Marissa went in and locked thedoor. As she soaped herself, Marissa felt her nipples stiffen, and sherealized that she was still horny. She thought briefly aboutmasturbating again in the shower, but refused to yield to thetemptation. She did have some self-control. The rough towel renewed her excitement as she dried her breasts andlush triangle of pubic hair, but Marissa held firm. Her knee-lengthterry cloth robe absorbed the last of the moisture as she headed out thebathroom door toward her room. She knew she wanted to talk to Todd aboutwhat happened, but her mind was so filled with emotional half thoughts,that she had no idea what she would say. Marissa glanced up at the clock on her dresser and saw that her alarmwouldn't go off for another twenty minutes. She still had plenty oftime. Thinking back to her first episode with Todd had been emotionallysatisfying, but the predictable effect it had on her libido wasdangerous. She was excited, and could feel the wetness between her legs.Suddenly,(for her it always seemed to come suddenly) she was overcomewith the urge to masturbate. Turning over on her side, Marissa foughtit. She put her hands under the pillow, out of harm's way, and closingher eyes, willed the sexual thoughts away. But her reptile wouldn't make things easy for her. It had finished itsappitizer, and now hungered for a real meal. It had been denied toolong, and it was time to turn up the heat and start cooking. Marissa'sthoughts soon drifted back to the house, and what happened as shestepped into the hallway that led to her bedroom. And she thought howunaware she was that day that as she crossed the threshold from thebathroom to the hallway, she was metaphorically crossing the thresholdinto a new world of experimentation with Todd. As the rememberances roseto the surface of her conciousness, Marissa, unable to deny herself,began reliving the rest of the afternoon with Todd. End of Chapter 7