Life was becoming increasingly baffling in our cramped quarters. I had begun to refuse drags from Steve's cigarette when offered. After a few days, he stopped trying and got all huffy. Both the dream I'd had with Ponyboy as the starring role and the bathroom episode kept me from being able to have any sort of intelligible conversation with him. And to add onto all of that, navigating around Sodapop and his affectionate embraces was proving impossible. So overall, I wasn't talking to 2/3 of my brothers.

Mother had come to visit a few times in the last few weeks, and she had brought me new reading material. I was currently knee deep in the waters of The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway.

It seemed like reading was all I ever did anymore... My mind trailed off of the book in my hands and I closed it with a sigh. I ran through a list, accounting for everyone.

Johnny.

No, Johnny and I had never been real close, even though he was a sweet boy...he would find my question to be quite daunting..

Steve; out of the question for reasons that were quite obvious.

Two-Bit; I think that he was too much of a joker and might make some long winded anecdote of my questioning into which I could be forced into embarrassment several times a day by his "wit."

Dally; No. No. No. No.

That left only Soda, Pony and Darry... would Pony react more like Johnny? Or would he actually shed some light on the subject? On the other hand, Darry would most likely leave my question unanswered and react to it with nothing more or less than a hand to the face and multiple groans and sighs. Or groaning sighs.

Sodapop. Well, he had been the one I'd caught in the act, so that could save me the planning out of an opening line.

And with that final thought, I laid the novel down on a nearby table and set off to find my bubbly brother.

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And that I did, though a lot sooner than I wanted to;he was currently in the middle of an arm-wrestling match with Steve.

"Soda?" I interjected and with the distraction Steve was able to slam Soda's arm to the table.

"Ally-Bug, what's up?" He seemed unconcerned about his recent loss and grinned up at me,his trademark.

"Can I talk to you about something..." I trailed off hesitantly and my heart seemed to drop in anticipation of his answer.

"Sure, always. Let's go down to the attic." He removed himself from Steve's vice grip on his left bicep and then wrapped a brotherly arm around me, ushering me down the steps.

We walked for quite a while, Soda seeming to understand that the content matter wasn't going to be sunshine and rainbows, giving me time to order my thoughts. But when the time eventually came, my organization was for moot as my thoughts were jumbled around like socks in a drawer.

"I saw you in the fort."

Soda's brows knitted together in the center of his movie star face and he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, I often go there to think. It gets pretty loud with all the guys up in the room. You and Pony aren't the only one's who like the quiet. " He smiled and tried to play off the awkwardness in the air by knuckling my scalp.

"No. You were doing something else. Making noise. Talking about Sandy." Oh, great follow up, Ally. My cheeks burned bright red and I wished that I could evaporate into the air.

Soda, my usually laughing and completely confident brother, had the look of none other than a deer in headlights. He sighed in contemplation and let a string of expletives free from his mouth.

"I'm sorry... I didn't... I just have been feeling so awkward lately and I needed to talk to someone because everything is going wrong and-"

Soda cut me off as he grasped my forearm firmly.

"You're hurting me, let go Soda." I mumbled and then I about had a heart attack as my brother leaned forward, grinding his lips firmly against mine.

I let out a shocked cry and struggled in his inescapable grip.

"Do you want to know what I was doing?" Soda's eyes burned like coals in a fire and my heart almost galloped out of my chest.

"No." I weakly protested and Soda grabbed my hand, pushing it into the foreign place between his legs. I felt something hard which was the length of my entire hand and then some.

"Soda!" I finally managed to wrestle from his grip. "What's gotten in to you?" The tears came flooding out, as if some gate that had been closed all these weeks were suddenly broken through, overwhelmed by emotion.

"Oh, god. What's happening to us?" Sodapop mumbled, looking off into the distance. "Shit, I'm sorry Al..." He shook his head a few times but didn't try hugging me.

"Get up to the room with everyone else. Shit." The shock wore off enough to register my brother's words and I made my grand escape, dashing madly at the tears which still streamed down my face.

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Soda's POV

You are 16 years old, Sodapop Curtis. And that is your baby sister.

These thoughts and more had been running through my mind for a few weeks now. But also running through my head was the thought of Ally's developed body. Her skin was porcelain, her eyes the sparkling blue of a starlet. Her breasts had recently grown and now accentuated the rest of her body wonderfully. And that butt. I had never thought of myself as a butt man, but she had a nice and firm bottom which seemed just right for squeezing while fucking.

"Shit." I said again and I could have killed myself at that moment for letting my thoughts run away with me and attack Ally at the first chance I got.

My cock felt so uncomfortably hard at the moment and seemed to chafe against my jeans through my boxers. I had never been this hard, not even in anticipation of a good screw with my ex- Sandy. I adjusted my jeans and then lifted the flap of the fort. Throwing myself down onto the bed, I hurriedly unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them to my ankles, along with my boxers.

Taking the weeping, bulbous head of my cock, I ran a finger around and around it, imagining that it was one of Ally's tiny hands that was on my dick. I wrapped my left around the shaft and started pumping up and down firmly, while wringing the top gently with my right hand.

Ally. Ally's breasts bouncing. The noise she'd made after I kissed her. That noise over and over a thousand times- emitting from her lips as I pumped my length in and out of her, pulling her leg up and going deeper.

My release came more quickly than ever before.