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Her eyes scanned down and away. She didn't want to come out and confess anything and I could tell. I kind of wished I could've taken back that personal question, but we had been so close I didn't think she would take offense to it.

"Yeah, kind of a lot. I don't know, maybe it's because I'm not used to being around guys and you're a guy and we've been so affectionate lately and I'm not used to that either. It's no big deal. I don't want to bug you with that kind of stupid stuff."

"Like I want to get hard while we're spooning? That's humiliating, Katie!" I jested.

She didn't laugh, but instead was solemn. "You shouldn't feel humiliated, Kevin. I actually..." she paused, wondering if she should continue. "I actually thought it was sweet. The thought that maybe I had somehow got you turned on."

I joined her solemnity. "Well, what else could've turned me on? Unless I'm one of those sickos who gets turned on watching horror movies..." I laughed.

She smiled but the conversation was too serious for her to break her solemnity.

"So, was it me that turned you on that night?" she finally asked, her eyes beaming into mine.

My eyes widen, surprised by the question, having been caught off-guard. That was a major question that, if answered, would be of major consequence. I answered as best I could: honestly. "Well... yeah, I can't lie to you. Yeah, you turned me on."

Her face didn't move, still focused with steely resolve, her eyes still searching mine for further details within my brief answer. She didn't seem appalled by my answer, or disappointed, she seemed genuinely fascinated by it. I knew my answer wasn't enough. She wanted more, and part of me wanted to tell her more.

"What can I say? I guess it was tough lying there with you in that position, considering we were both in our underwear and that I hadn't been with a girl in ages. I forgot what it was like to be so intimate with a girl..." I admitted.

There was a slight revelation in her eyes. "Ohhh, I see. So it's just because you haven't been with a girl in a long time. Okay." The deepness in her eyes was ebbing away. I had to reassure her.

"Katie, no, no, that's not it at all. Should I feel bad because you get wet around me and assume that the only reason you do is because I'm just a guy and you'd get wet around anyone?" I proposed.

That got Katie thinking. The look in her face confessed to me that she felt wrong for the recent accusation. She looked back up at me.

"I'm sorry. I don't get wet around you just because... I do because you're you."

"And that's why I get turned on around you, because you're you, okay?"

She nods, conceding to my theory.

"Goodness, Katie..." I joked. "...what are we going to do with each other? I'd better move out before we do something we'll regret." I said, letting out a hearty chuckle.

Katie giggled at my comment, but straightened up quick, grabbing at my hands. "You'd better not ever move out or I swear I'll hunt you down and beat the heck out of you!"

She got more aggressive and start assailing me, tickling my chest and arms. I fended her off. "What? You'd beat me off?" I teased.

She feigned being shocked and attacked me even fiercer. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I still couldn't refrain from laughing under the barrage of her clawed hands. I was shuffling around, giggling like a kindergartener. "If we didn't know each other, of course! And I wouldn't even yell at you or cum on your shoulder."

Still smiling, she slowed her tickling to a stop. "Well, where would you then?"

"Where would I what?"

"Cum. Where would you cum?"

"Where would I cum? Like, in what situation? You beating me off? Us having sex?"

"Making love." She corrected.

"What?" I asked, confused..

"We'd never 'have sex', if we did it, it'd be making love."

"Oh... ok. Well, if we were making love?" I asked.

"Yeah. If you didn't know me and we were making love and you had your choice of where to cum, where would you?"

"You mean like face, mouth, tits, ass...?" I asked.

"Anywhere."

I pondered the most endearing and painfully beautiful question I'd ever been asked. I put my finger to my lips as my eyes wandered off, I sarcastically played as if I had been asked the great Question of the Universe. "Where would I cum if we were making love?..."

Katie's eyes were wide and set firmly on me, waiting for an answer.

"Well..." I said. "I'd probably wait until you were extremely lost in our lovemaking and, without warning you, I'd just squirt it in you." I burst out laughing. Again, she feigned shock and started poking and shoving at me.

"You jerk! I can't believe you'd do that! If you ever did that, you better either be prepared to drive me to the doctor's office for one of those 'morning after' pills or get ready to be a daddy." She smiled, dropping the masquerade and showing how much fun she was having.

"Or an even smarter thing to do would be to get the pills before so, just in case of a slip up, you've got a backup plan."

"Wow... so you must've plotted something like this before, huh, since you love the idea of cumming inside girls?"

"Oh, stop, Katie..." I laughed. "That weird, sick thing I'm fascinated with only works when the girl gives me permission. I'm not some scumbag who knocks up girls and runs for the hills..."

"I know, I was just playing with you..." she said, touching my chest.

"You're playing with me?" I joked sarcastically.

"Ugh!" she grunted with fake outrage, punching me again.

We were having too much fun, so much so there should've been a law. Technically, there were laws against the sort of stuff I'm sure we wanted to do to each other.

"Kinda sucks to think that if one of us had only had a different set of parents we could be having an awful lot of fun right now..." she imagined, a playful scowl on her face.

"Yeah, but if we didn't have the same parents it's doubtful we'd know each other or that we'd be here right now. And if we had different parents and were both here right now and had our fun, within a year or two from now we'd be juggling a nursery of kids." I joked.

"So you'd have me barefoot and pregnant constantly?"

"Probably..." I chuckled.

"I think if we had kids you'd make a great daddy."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said as she crawled towards me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I returned her embrace as we lay there cuddling.

Overcome with elation, wrapped in our warm embrace, we glanced over at the TV. There was a baby food commercial, a cherubic infant cooing and giggling. Katie held me closer.

"Awwww..." she cooed. "...how cute." Then she frowned in a cutesy way. "I want a baby."

I felt a tinge in my crotch. She said that in such a seductive way, I was spellbound. Her delivery sent a shiver down my spine and made my penis thump and swell, bringing me back to a few days ago with the infamous spooning incident. We weren't quite so close together to engender panic in me, but I had to try and tame the wild beast fighting to grow in my boxers. Katie looked up at me with those big, doe eyes which didn't help.

"Kevin, aren't babies cute?" her eyes still on mine.

"Of course. But before you start wanting a baby, you'd better find a good man and be in a long-term relationship. I don't want you letting some scraggly creep knock you up and then him running." I smiled.

"Kevin, you know me. Besides, the way I'm going, by the time I meet a decent guy and have been in a long-term relationship, my eggs will have dried up." She laughed.

"Nah, you'll find a guy long before then. If you went out and just started hanging out with people, a guy would snatch you up in no time."

"To be honest with you, I don't really want to find someone. I'm happy the way things are." She confessed her eyes warm and loving. "I'm happier with you than some guy that I'm not sure if he'll hurt me or not. I know you'd never hurt me." Her eyes looked up at me with a longing.

Another uncomfortable silence before Katie spoke up again, this time a bit uneasy, trying to find strength as she spoke each word.

"Kevin, I was thinking something, and if I sound crazy, just tell me and I'll shut up and never mention it again, ok?"

"Okay." I said, my curiosity having been peaked.

She spoke as if she was walking on eggshells. Very delicately. "Well, I was thinking that if, after awhile, like say, five years, if I don't at least have a boyfriend that maybe you could... donate... some stuff so I could have a baby. Before I get old and can't have any, that is."

"Donate?" I asked, not quite sure of what she meant initially. Then, my brain kicked in and the thought was almost too unbelievable that I had to make sure she was thinking what I thought she was. "As in..."

"You know..." she said, her eyes hopeful and innocent.

It still took a moment to sink in. "Donate? Like... sperm?"

Katie seemed overcome with regret, shaking her head childishly. "It sounds so stupid. I'm sorry, just forget I said it. I don't know what I was thinking."

Without letting her drag the conversation down, I interrupted. "So, would I go to a lab and give them a sample or would I be 'donating' the old fashioned way?"

She stopped her downward spiral of regret, my words pulling her back into her initial mindset, her eyes met mine again.

"What's 'the old fashioned way'? she asked with such naïve cuteness.

"Duh. What do you think?" I laughed.

She cracked a reflexive smile. "Okay, okay, now I know. I was actually thinking that, especially since I know now that you probably would get some enjoyment out of it, we'd actually be helping each other in a way, you know? You'd get to create a life with someone who loves you and you'd be giving me a baby."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Katie basically confessed, in a way, that she wanted to have my baby. Well, as a last resort, but even still. She wanted to make my fantasy come true, but based on the rules of the proposition it might not ever happen. I knew that someone would realize Katie was a jewel and would snatch her up, but I was flattered nonetheless.

"Katie, of course I'd be willing to help you, but I don't want you asking me to do this for you when I'm sure tons of guys would want to be with you." I offered.

"Unless a guy comes along who is exactly like you, I wouldn't want to have a baby with anyone." She said.

"So, would you want me to help you with the baby?"

"You wouldn't have to help me raise the baby, but it'd be nice if you'd want to see it from time to time."

"Of course I would!" I said with a joyous chuckle. "I want kids someday and I'd rather it be with someone I love rather than a mistake with someone I'd regret having slept with afterwards."

She smiled and looked away. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Although I doubt that'll ever happen because in no time some guy is going to stumble onto you and realize what a find you are and is going to scoop you up for himself." I exclaimed.

"Not if I don't go outside." She joked with a mock seriousness.

"Oh, you'll go outside eventually. I'll make you." I chuckled.

"So what, you want some other guy to take me away from you?"

I could tell she was serious that time. The look in her eyes was deep and fierce.

"Katie..." I said. "Of course not, I love having you around. I think you'd make a great mother. But I want you to be happy, that's all. I just want you to make sure you test the waters before settling on me."

"Kevin, I've had boyfriends. I've known lots of guys and none of them compare to you. I'm a big girl and know what I want."

"And you want me?" I asked with a stone-cold, unmovable sternness.

She looked at me for a second or two and then with the softest, gentlest voice, she spoke. "Yes."

I raised my hand to her face and caressed it. "Ok then. I guess it'd be a waste of time to wait if you've already made your decision."

"So then, we don't have to wait five years?"

"Not if you don't want to, but we should wait for awhile to at least save up some money, plan where we're going to move because we can't live here if we're going to be making babies." I chuckled.

"Ok..." she said, her voice trembling, almost brought to tears.

I held her close. "I love you, Katie."

Her eyes closed, head buried into my chest, she whispered back. "I love you, too."

Out of nowhere Katie leaned forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips. It was painfully soft and wet. She couldn't look at me after that, she didn't have the courage. Still facing me, her eyes looked away, not knowing what to say. Hell, I didn't know what to say, but I knew what I wanted to do.

I just looked at her with an adoration I'd never felt up to this point. I felt the dam of will power breaking within me. I reached up and caressed her cheek and then I leaned forward boldly, traveling those few inches that felt like miles. My lips were hungry for hers.

I whispered, "Katie..." and then I gave her a gentle kiss. We both closed our eyes and enjoyed the moment, savored it.

At first my mouth was closed, but with the next kiss I opened my mouth slightly and as our lips met again, I heard that beautiful sound of our lips meshing. I never wanted to stop hearing that sound, but the sensation, the feeling was impossibly even better than the sound.

Katie was a little more than limp at first, but as we kissed, her passion gained fervor. I felt heaven as she kissed me back. Her lips were so soft but her mouth was so excruciatingly wet and hot and inviting. My lips would brush against the insides of her lips as we kissed and I tasted that nectar, the warmth and heat in her mouth.

The more we kissed, the more passionate it became, even though it was still slow, soft and gentle, the desire behind each kiss gained in intensity, our mouths opening more each time. The first kiss was a peck but now we were passionately entwined. Our arms came up as we held each other close, wrapping ourselves into one.

I could feel the gentle and pure craving in her embrace. By now, I had a full erection, rock hard and hungry and pressing against Katie's tummy. Now I didn't care if she noticed it or not. In fact, I gently pushed forward, pressing my hard-on into her belly, making sure she felt it.

She pulled away from our kiss and then looked down between us at the rigid, throbbing meat growing in my boxers and nuzzling up against her tummy. She looks awestruck, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes focused on it. Then she looked up at me. "Kevin, you're hard?"

I only nodded as no words were needed. We were both writhing against each other, stroking, caressing and rubbing. She returned the motion, pushing back on my erection with her tummy.

Curiously and precociously, she reached forward and rested her left hand atop the apex of the tent that my erection had built out of my boxers. I could feel the pressure of her little hand on the tip of my cock and let out a low groan. It felt incredible.

"Can I touch it?" she asked with such inquisitive wonder.

"Uh huh." I blurted out.

I knew she'd seen a cock before, even had one in her mouth, but the naivety in her voice and her delicate, carefully measured gestures as she hovered over mine, asking to explore it were so mesmerizing, so seductively overpowering that I didn't dare imagine what the next hour or so would entail or I'd risk blowing my load right then and there before any fun could begin.

With my permission given, Katie began to free my hardon from its confines, undoing the buttons on my boxers one by one until they were all undone. And with a look of exquisite anticipation on her face, she delicately wormed her hand into my boxers. I felt her wrap her lithe, warm fingers around my pulsing girth and attempt to pull it from the restraining fabric. With a bit of gentle pressure, my cock popped out. I heard her utter a faint gasp as she saw it.

She playfully admired it; slowly running her fist up and down its length, studying it's every nuance. I shifted in place, my body involuntarily reacting to every minute sensation that her tiny hand on my cock presented. It was so sensitive that with every inch she explored, she'd brush a nerve that'd send electricity down my spine, causing my body to twitch. I could feel the contours of her fingers on my cock and it was incredible.

She looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes, her lip hanging so innocently. I could've blown my load all over her tank top right there. She was begging for instruction as her eyes explored mine. She wanted to please me, to give me release, to reward me for every nice thing I'd ever done for her. She wanted to repay me for being the guy that every other guy wasn't. She wanted me to teach her how to be a woman, the type of woman who knows how to please the man she loves.

She had drawn me into her naivety and my mind was clouded with thoughts of her. I'd forgotten every other sexual act I'd ever shared with a woman, every act, every orgasm. I was a virgin again, with her, and we were going to lose our virginity to each other. When the time came that I penetrated her, I would claim her virginity, but she would also claim virginity from me, my first time for being truly in love in a way I never imagined was possible.

"Does this feel nice?" she asked, hoping for instruction.

My eyes were finding it hard to stay open. I was in ecstasy and could barely speak coherently. I could only whisper a 'yes.'

She looked back down on my cock, still very slowing exploring its length. In fact, she didn't even have a firm grip on it, her fingers only very lightly made contact with my cock as she went through the motions. It was intoxicating. I could feel my eyes rolling back in rapture.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, so sweet.

I caressed her face. "Yes, sweetie."

"I love you." She responded.

"I love you too."

She leaned forward and I took note, leaning forward and gently kissing her. Our mouths began to merge, our eyes closed and we were melded together in bliss. We began to kiss more passionately as Katie's strokes became more firm, her hand wrapping more tightly around my cock. She began stroking with increasing vigor and intensity.

My tongue made its way into her mouth and met hers as they tangled. Our exchange was wet, hot, sloppy and passionate. It was heavenly. Her taste was so addictive, so soft, pure, and sweet and the attention she was giving my cock was intimately aggressive. She was willing to be taken, to completely lower her defenses in hopes that I'd lower mine as well so we could share ourselves willingly and completely.

She was still the perfectly angelic girl I'd known and loved my whole life but the dynamic to which our relationship was based had blossomed, transformed into something wholly different and beautiful.

There we were, in love, engaged in a lovingly familiar embrace, our mouths entangled, and her hand feverishly stroking my rock hard cock.

Her stroke slowed as she pulled away from our kiss. "I want to get something so I can stroke you off better, ok? Be right back."

She leaned in and stole a quick kiss before getting up and leaving the room. I heard her rifling around in the bathroom before coming back less than a minute later. She had a bottle of baby oil in her hand. I welcomed her with open arms as she lay back down in front of me and we instantly began kissing again.

Her hand went right back to my cock, stroking it again.

"You like stroking my cock?" I remarked.

"Yeah, it's so hard and big. When we make love, do you think it'll fit in me?"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure of it." I groaned.

We went back to kissing as she kept stroking. After a minute or so she pulled away to look down as she dribbled a trickle of baby oil on the length of my cock. I began to kiss her neck as she lovingly applied the oil, spreading it over my length with her free hand. She then put the bottle aside and went back to kissing me. I felt her wrap her left hand around my oil-covered cock and shuddered at the intense pleasure of it as she began to stroke me again, still slowly but this time with a much firmer grip.

As her fist beat my cock in a pumping motion, I could tell she hadn't done it a lot, but she was at least eager to satisfy me, that much was sure. And that was just as good as having a more experienced girl do it, more so even.

Our tongues explored our mouths with growing passion. I wanted nothing more, now, than to spurt a full load of hot cum all over her chest. Strangely, I never even considered laying her down and penetrating her fully, I was just enjoying the feel of my mouth wrapped around hers and feel the moist heat flooding into mine from hers. I was also addicted without apology to the feeling of her little, girlish fingers fondling and stroking my rigid member, urging it to spurt loving ropes of joy for her.

It had been forever since I'd been in such an intimate exchange with a girl and all past rendezvous paled in comparison to the fire I felt with Katie. It was then that I realized how deeply in love with her I was. She had only been jerking me for several minutes when I felt the tickling, swelling urge grow from inside my stomach and flow from my crotch and into the narrow canal of my cock.

The only time we spoke was to whisper 'I love you's in between kisses. We were so tightly bound, it was if we were in a cocoon. You couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

The love that had began in my stomach and funneled into my cock was building and was anxious to make an explosive exit. I could feel it and wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Sweetie, I'm getting ready. I'm gonna cum soon, ok?"

She looked at me with urgency, almost panicking. "Do you want me to keep stroking as you cum?"

"Yeah. I'll tell you when to stop, ok?"

"Ok." She said, wanting desperately to do it right.

I felt the deluge of cum building within me; I couldn't hold it back any longer. A dribble of cum trickled out of the tip of my cock, running down the shaft, lubricating it and Katie's hand.

"Katie, I'm gonna cum." I urged.

Finally, I erupted, launching thick, warm ropes of jism that splattered on Katie's tanktop. She jerked in response, flinching as spurt after thick spurt gushed onto her. She kept pumping my cock goading on each explosive jet of semen. The feeling was so intense that I stopped breathing as I watched my baby sister fisting my cock, my hot cum splashing on her tank top, ruining it.