Brian called from the top of the shirt after Susan had left, "Hey, Beth, do me a favor and do something with these sheets! If Dad sees the blood and cum on them, he'll shit!"

As Brian was dressing, Beth came into his room, her face flushed and excited. She sat down on the bed and lovingly touched where Susan had lost her virginity, her fingers swirling in the cool mixture of pussy juice, cum and blood.

"Brian," she began, her eyes still on the bed, "will you pap my cherry too?"

Brian was startled. He turned round and looked fully at his teenage, beautiful sister. "No I won't!" he said.

"Why not? You fucked Susan and popped her cherry," Beth argued.

"That was different," Brian said, his tone tired and worn. "You're my sister, she's not!"

"If I weren't your sister, would you fuck me?" she asked. "Or is it because I'm not pretty enough?"

Brian looked at the hurt in his sister's eyes. He walked over and pulled her to her feet and placed his hands on her shoulder.

"You know that isn't the reason," he whispered and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "You're oven prettier than Susan, and the guy who is lucky enough to fuck you for the first time, well, I sure envy him!"

"Why can't you be him?" Beth asked. "I don't want anyone else to fuck me. I want you to do it!"

Brian didn't know what to say. He loved his sister too much to do that to her, and he wanted to explain in such a way so that she wouldn't feel rejected. But words escaped him.

Beth put her hands around her big brother's waist and pushed him closer, her fingers lightly swirling around on his firm, young ass.

"Can I at least touch it?" she asked. "Please?"

"No, Beth, it would be wrong," Brian said, his heart almost breaking. "Please don't ask me."

Beth lowered her hands, cupping Brian's as, and then moved her arms around the sides of his body, until her fingers lightly touched the bulge in his jeans.