Penny showed up to her first day of high school with the waistband of her skirt folded under to make it shorter. Eddie caught a glimpse of her in the hall between classes: textbooks clutched to her chest, her dark brown hair perfectly curled, an inch of bare thigh showing above her knee socks. Penny had fought with their mom the night before about how boring and unfashionable her clothes were, and when mom got out the Polaroid that morning to take a picture of Penny on her first day of high school, Penny had scowled into the camera with her skirt hem hitting right at mid-knee. Somewhere between getting off the bus and homeroom she'd obviously taken matters into her own hands.
Eddie didn't talk to her during school hours--seniors had their lunch an hour earlier than freshmen, and none of their classes overlapped--but when he got onto the bus at the end of the day, he found her sitting near the back with one of her little girlfriends, and he took the seat on the other side of the aisle. He glanced over and checked: Penny's skirt was smoothed demurely back over her knees.
He didn't say anything for the first half of the ride home. But when her friend got off at her bus stop, Eddie got up and slid into the seat next to his sister. "Hey there, little hussy," he said.
He saw her eyes flash and her mouth twist up into a tight little rosebud. "Don't call me hussy," Penny said.
"I just call it like I see it," Eddie said. He slid his hand into her lap and pulled the cloth of her skirt up a little, so that inch of skin was showing again. "Saw you walking around the halls with your goods on display this morning."
It was a stock phrase of their mom's--look at that tramp, walking around with her goods on display--and Penny scowled. "Half the girls here have shorter skirts," she said.
It was true, but it didn't matter to Eddie how trampy and shameless those other girls were. Penny was his sister, and she was only fourteen. Mom would kill him if Penny got a reputation for being loose in her first month of school. "Who are you trying to show off to, anyway?" he asked. He pinched the soft flesh of her bare thigh. "Those small-dicked little freshman runts?"
Penny smacked his hand. "I just want to look like the other girls, that's all," she said.
Their bus stop was one of the last ones on the route, and the back half of the bus was empty except for them. Eddie glanced up to make sure no one was looking, and then he tugged the hem of Penny's skirt up higher. He slid his hand between her legs and palmed the chubby flesh of her inner thigh. "You know you look better than all those other girls combined," Eddie said.
Penny's eyes darted around to make sure no one was looking, too. "That's not the way girls think about it," she said, squirming in her seat as he started to rhythmically squeeze her thigh. "They'll snicker and whisper about me if I'm wearing the wrong clothes."
"You tell me who they are," Eddie said darkly, "and I'll make sure they never snicker again."
He slid his hand up higher, and pressed the edge of his knuckles against the sweet crease in her panties. Penny's breath stuttered, and when he glanced down he saw her small nipples were budding hard and visible underneath her blouse. "Eddie, don't," she breathed.
"No one's looking," Eddie said, rubbing his knuckles softly along the crease. He felt a shudder go through her when he nudged her clit, and her mouth twisted up into that tight little rosebud again, trying to keep back the sound he knew she wanted to make.
There were three more stops before the bus reached their house, and Eddie teased and nudged and rubbed his squirming little sister until her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. When the bus stopped in front of their house, Eddie got up, dangling his bookbag in front of his crotch to conceal the semi he had going, and Penny waited a beat and followed after him, her breathing audible as she scurried past the bus driver.
The two of them lived out in the boonies, in a shitty run-down house that was the only thing their mom could afford after their dad walked out on them. When the bus disappeared back onto the main road, Eddie veered over and grabbed Penny bodily, half-lifting her off the ground, just to get a momentary feel of her soft tits and hard nipples pressed against his chest. "Quit it," she complained, squirming against him. "I'm not going to sit next to you on the bus if you keep doing that."
"We're not going to need the bus much longer," Eddie said, setting her back down. "Another month and I'll have saved up enough for a car."
Penny rolled her eyes. "You've been saying that for three months now."
The two of them went inside and dumped their stuff in the living room. Their mother worked afternoons and nights, so there was no one there to see as Eddie picked up his little sister again, fully lifting her off the ground this time, hiking her skirt up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her neck, knowing she was ticklish there, and she gave a petulant little whine and squirmed against him again. "Eddie, I have homework," Penny complained.
He thought about calling her bluff and putting her back down, but he'd worked himself up too much to play any more games. Seeing her in the hallway that morning had gotten him riled up--his little sister, surrounded by strangers, looking at her like they had any right to her. Those sweet, chubby bare thighs of hers, visible to every leering asshole in the school, when they ought to be for him only, clenched tight around his waist like they were now. He knew she was only thinking about popularity and fitting in with the other girls, but it was the other boys that Eddie had to be on guard against. He knew exactly what those sons of bitches were thinking when they looked at her.
Eddie carried Penny into her bedroom and laid her down on her pink ruffled bedspread. Her dark hair spilled around her face, rich and lovely, and her sweet rosebud lips parted as she looked up at him. This was where she belonged: not play-acting as a hussy in the halls of a high school, but soft and safe in her pretty pink bed. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her skirt and pulled it off, then went down on his stomach between her legs, sucking at the soft flesh of her inner thigh, nudging his nose against the damp crease of her panties, the smell of her arousal enough to turn him feral. "Eddie," Penny whimpered, her thigh muscles clenching.
"Take your blouse off," he said, and she did it immediately, fumbling fingers undoing the buttons. When she wriggled out of it, he lurched up on the bed and kissed her soft bare stomach, his big hands fastening greedily on her small tits in their satin bra. He rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, wringing a high moan out of her, and he slid up and sucked on one of the nubs through the thin fabric of her bra. She wove a hand through his hair, almost caressing, as he nursed at her.
He reached between her legs, fumbled underneath her damp panties, and smooth as anything pressed his middle finger into her. She was so wet and receptive for him already that it made his head spin, and when she gasped and clenched silkily around his probing finger, he backed out and pressed in two instead, middle and ring, filling her hungry cunt with the thickness it deserved. He roughly pawed at the thin satin of her bra until it rode up on her chest, and then he fastened his lips around one of her small bare nipples, tightly furled and straining against his laving tongue. His fingers started to piston between her legs, punching into her tight little cunt with an obscene, audible squelch, and Penny cried out, long and lusty, her back arching on the pink ruffled bedspread. "Eddie," she gasped.
He knew his little sister's body like a professional musician knew their instrument. His fingers drove into her hard and fast, and he raked his teeth across her straining nipple, and at the crescendo of Penny's high, almost panicked whimpers, he crooked his fingers inside her and rubbed furiously at her clit. She came apart instantly, wailing, her hips bucking against his hand, and he kept frigging her until his wrist ached, wringing out every drop of pleasure she had stored inside her.
When she finally started whining from overstimulation, he stopped rubbing her, but he kept two fingers lodged tight inside her cunt so he could feel it spasm and clench. He lifted himself up and kissed her gasping mouth. "You think any of those little freshmen runts could make you feel that good?" he said.
"No," she panted.
He felt a curl of pride go through him. He pulled his fingers from her squeezing cunt and reached down to undo his belt. "No," Penny protested, her head limp on the pillow. "You always want to put it in so fast after I come. Give me a minute."
"I've been wanting to put it in you ever since I saw that hussy skirt of yours this morning," Eddie said, tossing his belt onto the floor and undoing his fly. His cock swung out rock-hard and already wet at the tip, and he eased it into her, as easy as a dream. She whined, her cunt so wet and clenching and perfect around him that he had to close his eyes and concentrate on not coming right there and then.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw her glaring up at him with her lips pressed into that tight little rosebud pout. "Don't be such a baby," Eddie said. He palmed one of her breasts, enjoying its softness as he squeezed. "I know you got me riled up today on purpose."
"I did not," Penny said. "I just wanted to look good, that's all."
"Then maybe this is me teaching you a lesson," Eddie said, and he gripped her little tit hard and ground his pelvis against her overstimulated clit. She squealed and slapped at his shoulder. "I don't want you looking good for anyone but me."
"You don't own me, Eddie," Penny said.
"Yes I do, you little brat," Eddie said, and let his weight drop down so he was pinning her to the bed. He felt her tits squash and flatten against his chest, the hard pebbles of her nipples still jutting into his shirt. "Who's cock's inside you, huh? You think you could get this cock out of your cunt if you wanted to?"
He saw a flash of rebellion in her eyes, and she tried to jerk upward on the bed. But Eddie was four years older and seventy pounds heavier and she couldn't pull herself free. She tried jerking herself to one side, then the other, and the animal struggle of her trapped body gave Eddie a hard thrill. "I choose whether your cunt has a cock inside of it, not you," he said. "And if I see you walking around school with your goods on display again, I'm gonna pull you into a bathroom and fuck you right then and there."
He felt her whole body tighten up when he said that, and the rebellious look on her face turned outraged. "Don't you dare, Eddie," Penny said.
"I'll do it if you make me," Eddie said. "So don't make me, and we won't have a problem."
She scrunched up her face fiercely, and then with both hands gave his shoulders a big, showy, useless shove. "Get off me right now, Eddie!" she demanded.
"Not until I fill up that bratty little cunt of yours," he said. He lifted up on the bed just enough to let his cock slide out of her, then grabbed her and wrestled her onto her stomach, so there'd be less chance of her biting or scratching him. She howled, flailing her arms and legs, and he leaned one broad forearm on her back so she couldn't buck up. He sank back into her cunt, his cock driving hard through the tight clamp of her inner walls. She was clenching down to keep him out. "Open up," he said, and gave her ass a hard slap. She gave a whiny little cry, sounding about three seconds away from turning on the waterworks, and his cock lurched in deeper.
"All right, here we go, you little hussy," Eddie said, and he switched his grip, pinning her flailing arms to her sides and leaning his weight down on them. His hips started to roll forward, a few nice easy thrusts to start, and he heard the watery crack in her voice as she started to cry. It happened, sometimes, that Penny'd get pouty and wouldn't want to fuck, especially if he'd been nice and let her come first. But he knew his little sister's body better than she did, and even as she was sniffling and sniveling and trying to wriggle away, her cunt was growing slicker and hotter with every thrust, loving each pummeling reminder of his power over her. Eddie had been fucking Penny since she was ten and flat-chested, when their dad left and they moved out here to the ass-end of nowhere. She got scared at night, when their mom was out working and the dark countryside closed eerie and threatening around the house. Penny'd climb into his bed in tears and he'd pull her close, keep her safe, dig his reedy cock deep into her little cunt and hold it there so she knew they couldn't be separated. And when he made her come she forgot to be afraid, and after a few months she wasn't scared of the dark anymore. She'd climb into Eddie's bed happily at nights, settling under the covers in her pink pajamas, ready for him to make her feel good.
But now she was growing up, and filling out, with her sweet bouncy little tits and her chubby hips and thighs. She'd even started bleeding last month, a truly gross discovery that made her hide in the bathroom all night until Mom got home and explained it was a sign she was becoming a woman. But she'd never be a woman in Eddie's eyes. She'd always be his little sister, whose body loved his cock so much that it always opened for him, even when she was trying to fight it. He started to pant as he drove into her cunt with loud, wet slaps, her silky grip so fucking perfect around his dick that it didn't matter if she was sobbing little crocodile tears into the pillow. He knew she wanted it. He knew she craved this feeling more than anything.
It took him less than a minute before he couldn't hold back any longer, and with two last huge shoving thrusts he threw himself down on her back and unloaded deep inside her. She whined and cried and protested as his heavy weight crushed her into the mattress, but he was giddy and high off the feeling of his balls emptying into her, and he didn't pay her any mind. It was a minute and a half before he finally lifted his loose, satiated body off of her, pulling his softened cock out of her cunt and spreading her legs to watch his spend start to bubble out of her twitching hole.
Penny leaped up off the bed and ran out of the room. He heard the bathroom door slam and the lock click. Eddie sat back heavily on her bed, leaning on his hands, feeling too good to feel bad. She'd have a cry and get it out of her system. She always did.
Eddie tucked his cock back into his fly and picked up his belt from the floor. He went and changed into his home clothes, then went back out to the front room and grabbed his bookbag off the floor. The first day of school, and he already had homework, dammit. He turned on the television and sat down on the living room floor, spreading his papers out on the coffee table.
Twenty minutes later, he heard the bathroom door click, and he saw Penny go into her room. She came out a little while later in her pajamas--not the pretty pink ones she used to wear, but a blue satin top and shorts. Her jaw was set tight, and she too picked up her bookbag and brought it over to the kitchen table. He heard the shuffle of papers as she started her homework, too.
The two of them worked silently as the sun set through the windows, as the dark eerie quiet of the countryside started to swallow up the house. Pretty soon it would be time for dinner--maybe he'd make something quick and easy, like spaghetti.
He heard the scrape of Penny's chair against the kitchen linoleum, then soft padding footsteps across the carpet. He looked up and saw her standing next to him, a paper and pencil in hand. "I can't figure out this stupid algebra problem," she said, her voice low and annoyed.
"Let me take a look," Eddie said, and she sat down on the floor next to him, pushing her paper across the coffee table. He looked it over and pointed out where she made her mistake, and she pulled the paper back and erased the last few lines of the problem. Then she started to work out properly, her brow furrowed with concentration, her mouth twisted into that tight little rosebud.
Eddie glanced down at her criss-crossed legs on the floor, her chubby thighs concealed by her loose satin shorts. He slid his hand over and squeezed her inner thigh, gently, not too hard. Then he moved his hand up and let his knuckles rub softly against the warm crease between her legs.
Penny didn't tell him to stop--just made a little sighing sound and kept working on her problem. He rubbed and nudged her, softly, sweetly, until he saw the pebbles of her nipples start to tent the front of her satin shirt.
She lifted her pencil off the page and tilted the paper toward him. "Now is it right?" she asked.
He looked. "Yep," he said. "Good job."
She pulled the paper back. For a second, her jaw tensed hard, and then she looked over at him and leaned in, pressing her tightly closed lips against his in a quick, begrudging kiss.
Then she got up and went back to the kitchen table, settling into her chair with a thump. Eddie ran his tongue over his bottom lip and smiled down at his homework.
Yep. Everything was fine between them. Just like it always was.