(Almost) All the Way Ch. 01 — A brother and sister test the bonds of their love

The week before spring break - midterm week, Junior year version - was one of the most intense weeks of my life, but it was finally over. And as the pulsating jets of the hot tub worked their magic on my bikini-clad body I closed my eyes and slid deeper into the water, the hectic, pressure packed week now nothing but a distant memory. If only my boyfriend were here, it would have been perfect.

Although my mother, bless her heart, was distraught over the fact that on my first night home for spring break nobody would be home, I couldn't have been happier. "Really," I'd told her. "You and Dad go enjoy your party. I'll be fine.

"I'll have Jamie stay home," she'd countered, referring to my eighteen year-old brother. "He doesn't need to go out every night."

"No!" I retorted emphatically, before quieting down. "Really, a nice quiet night at home with the hot tub and a warm bed is just what the doctor ordered."

That had been three hours ago. Now it was nearly half past eight in the evening and I finally had the house -- and the large, luxurious hot tub -- all to myself.

I let my legs drift apart, allowing those magic jets to attack me freely, sighing softly as that one special jet found its target. And as the pulsating marvel sent its relentless stream of bubbling pleasure towards my pussy, I began to feel that familiar stirring in my loins.

Even though I knew no one would be home for at least two hours, I found myself looking towards the house, no more than fifteen feet from the corner of the deck where the tub sat. Then, after a quick look around our tree lined back yard, I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath.

"What the hell," I said as I leaned forward and reached behind my back. I freed the top quickly, sliding it off and setting it on the side of the tub. A moment later the bottoms were lying beside them and my hands were sliding over my firm young "C" cups, gently massaging them as I shifted my body to bring more water pleasure to bear on my pussy.

I let go of my mind, allowing myself to drift into my own little paradise, freeing my hands to wander where they may, while I gyrated my hips slowly over the jet. My right hand drifted between my legs, sliding over the mound the jets were working so efficiently, separating my hungry lips and sliding a finger inside.

I worked myself slowly, eyes closed as my finger worked its way in, then out, then in again, while my left hand slid from one breast to the other, squeezing each one gently and pulling softly on its nipple.

I allowed my left hand to drift away from my breasts, sliding over my taut stomach and up my side, sending light tingles over my body.

I continued to move slowly, patiently, allowing the pleasure to build at its own pace, neither rushing it nor delaying it unnaturally. Soon my breathing was coming in shallow gasps.

My hands automatically stepped up the pace of their attacks, the left hand returning to my breasts, squeezing and kneading while my right hand continued its assault on my pussy.

I could feel my orgasm growing near, slowing building inside me. That's when, just as I was nearing the point of no return, I opened my eyes and saw my little brother in the kitchen window, staring directly at me.

But by then it didn't matter. Nothing, not my little brother, not my parents, not even God himself, was going to stay my orgasm. And as I rammed my fingers hard and deep into my pussy, I arched my back and screamed out, squeezing my tits as my orgasm struck like a tidal wave.

I allowed the pleasure to run its course, making no move to cover myself as I continued looking at Jamie until he finally bent forward and fumbled with something before turning and hurrying away. It wasn't until he was out of sight that I realized what he was fumbling with -- his pants. My little brother had been jacking off while watching me do the same.

I smiled in spite of the situation. After all, it wasn't the first time a guy had watched me masturbate and, the good lord willing, it wouldn't be the last. It was, however, the first time the guy was my brother.

"Oh, well," I said as I reached for my bikini. A few moments later I was on my feet, wrapping my robe around me and heading for the sliding glass door. When I got inside, Jamie was nowhere to be seen.

* II *

I made my way to the bathroom, discarding the wet suit and robe in favor of a thick terry-cloth towel. I dried myself thoroughly, then rapped the towel around my body and headed to my room, where I donned a pair of comfy white panties and my favorite night-shirt. Then I headed for the family room and a few hours of mind-numbing television.

I settled onto the couch, my feet wrapped under me, and turned on the set. After flipping through a handful of channels I decided on an old movie. But even as my eyes were watching the scenes unfold across the TV, my mind was a million miles away, thinking about my little brother masturbating at the sight of my own masturbating body.

Truth be told, what was bothering me most about the whole peeping Tom thing was that it didn't really bother me. I mean wouldn't a normal girl be upset when her younger brother spies on her as she brings her naked body to orgasm? And wouldn't she be upset when she finds out that he was masturbating while he watched? Then why wasn't I?

I closed my eyes and took a long slow breath. The reason why was simple, really. In addition to being a tease and a flirt, I'm also a first class exhibitionist. I love it when guys watch and ogle over me; I guess that's true even when the guy in question is my little brother.

The more I replayed the scene in my mind, the more I found myself squirming uncomfortably. I tried to ignore that familiar feeling between my legs, shifting positions first this way, then that. After about ten minutes I gave up, flicked off the TV and headed for my room. I pulled off my night-shirt and panties as I entered the room, kicked the door closed behind me and eased myself onto the bed.

I worked myself slowly, just like I had earlier, patiently pushing the buttons I knew only too well. And also like before, I let my hands roam freely over my nakedness, pinching here, caressing there.

But one thing was different than before. This time it wasn't my boyfriend I fantasized about as I worked my magic, it was Jamie. It was my little brother that occupied my thoughts as my fingers slid into my pussy, and it was him that I was thinking of as I pinched and pulled on my nipples. Perhaps that's why I didn't stop when I heard the cracking of the floor in the hallway, followed by the creaking of my bedroom door. Perhaps that's why I feigned ignorance and continued to work myself, knowing full well that, once again, my little brother was watching.

When I finally allowed myself to come, I came hard, the knowledge that he was watching fueling me on as I writhed atop the bed, finally collapsing under the weight of my pleasure. Yet even with my heavy breathing I could hear the cracking of the floorboards as my voyeuristic brother made good his escape.

It wasn't until I heard the squeaking of his bedsprings in the next room that I pulled the covers over me and rolled onto my side.

* III *

I woke slowly the next morning, enjoying the prospect of no studying and no exams. But as I lay there watching the sun slowly infringe upon the darkness of my room, school was not the only thing on my mind.

As was often the case, the cold light of the new day shed a whole new look to the events of the night before. Don't misunderstand me. It's not that I regretted the previous night's events. The simple truth was there was only one thing about last night I regretted; I gave my little brother all of the thrills without exacting any payback. And while I did, in fact, enjoy my part in our little play, I knew that there was at least one more act to come. Somehow, Jamie needed to pay. The only question was how.

I slid out of the bed and onto my feet, gathering my night shirt and panties from the floor and sliding them on. Then, after grabbing my robe from the closet, I made my way out the door, ironically at the same precise moment my brother was exiting his room, heading towards me in nothing but his pajama bottoms.

We both hesitated as we caught sight of each other, before quickly resuming our courses -- me towards the stairs and that wonderful invention called coffee that was waiting in the kitchen, Jamie towards the bathroom.

We met directly in front of the bathroom door, with me partially blocking its entrance.

"Good morning, Little Brother," I cooed. "Enjoy yourself last night?"

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Jamie turned every shade of red imaginable. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled as he tried to slide past me, "I guess." But I held my position, forcing him to brush up against me as he tried to slide past, bringing an even deeper shade of red to find his face.

I finally stepped aside, allowing him free access to the bathroom as I continued my trek towards the stairs. When I heard the door close behind me a small, sneaky grin found its way to my mouth and I came to a sudden stop, turning back towards the bathroom door.

"That's it!" I exclaimed under my breath as the method of revenge suddenly became clear. "That's how I'll get him!"

And as the details of the plan came together in my head, two things became clear. First, it might just work and second, it went way beyond the appropriate bounds of brother-sister relationships. But, hey, wasn't he the one who'd watched me masturbate twice the night before? And don't give me that crap about me liking it; that's beside the point. The fact of the matter is that that sneaking little pervert had watched me pleasure myself while he pleasured himself, and for that he had to pay. And as everyone knows, the punishment needs to fit the crime!

The smile on my face as I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen was almost a wide as the Grand Canyon.

* * *

Over the rest of the weekend, I gave Jamie no indication that anything was amiss, and by Sunday evening things were pretty much back to the normal teasing, bickering, and fighting over the remote control. You know, normal brother-sister stuff.

Everyone made their way to bed early that night; Mom and Dad because they had to work the next day, me because I was tired, and Jamie because he couldn't risk being alone with me -- or at least that's the spin I chose to put on his early retirement.

Truthfully, I hardly slept a wink that night; unable to get Jamie and the little act of retribution I had planned off my mind. Could I do it? Should I do it? Now that the moment of action was nearly upon me, these questions were once again on my mind.

But even as the doubts and fears worked their way through my mind, I knew I was going to do it. I had too! After all, if I didn't, he'd win, and there was no way I could allow that!

* IV *

Since it was spring break for Jamie's high school, also, I knew he wouldn't rise until well after Mom and Dad departed for work. Accordingly I, too, elected to remain in bed, not getting up until I heard Mom's car backing out of the garage.

First, I made my way to the bathroom, taking care of my morning business while my little brother was still asleep. I then made my way back to my room where I immediately shed my normal night-shirt and panties and slipped on a pair of thongs and a mostly see-through negligee. After all, he may be my little brother, but he's still significantly bigger then me. If my plan was going to work, I'd need all the distraction I could get.

And then I sat in the chair by the window and began thumbing through a magazine.

Forty-five minutes passed before I heard the first sounds of life coming through the bedroom walls, and fifteen minutes more passed before Jamie made his way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. It was then that I put the magazine down and rose to my feet, moving quietly to my bedroom door and waiting.

I heard the unmistakable sound of a male urinating, followed by the flushing of the toilet. But I waited until I heard the water running in the sink before making my move.

I eased out my bedroom door and moved quickly, yet furtively, towards the bathroom. I reached the door, pausing to take a deep breath in an unsuccessful attempt to calm the pounding in my chest. I then pushed the door open, sliding in quickly and easing the door shut behind me. It was a very surprised brother wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms whose reflection met me in the bathroom mirror.

"What the hell are you doing," Jamie asked, his surprise at my unexpected intrusion -- not to mention the scantiness of my dress - obvious even through the towel he was using to wipe his face.

I ignored the question, instead sliding quickly behind him, pressing my stomach against his ass and my breasts against his bare back as my hands slid around his waist and onto his tummy.

"Did you enjoy yourself the other night, little brother," I queried as I rubbed myself against him, the tease in me unable to resist the opportunity to watch him squirm. "I really hope you liked the show."

His face turned beet red as he tried to respond. "I don't . . . I mean I wasn't . . ."

"Come now," I whispered, sliding my hands up to his breasts, allowing them to slide provocatively across his nipples. "We both know what I'm talking about. Don't tell me you've forgotten already!"

"No," he shot back instinctively. "I mean I wasn't . . ." But he stopped in mid-sentence, surrendering to the reality that we both knew full well what had transpired the Friday night past.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," he finally managed to utter, the nervousness -- or was it fear -- evident on his face. "I know I shouldn't have watched, but I couldn't help it. You were so . . ." But he stopped abruptly, suddenly remembering who he was talking to, realizing how inappropriate it would be to express the thoughts that almost snuck through his lips.

"I'm sorry," he said once again.

I smiled back at the reflection in the mirror, leaning in to give him a light kiss on his neck. "It's alright," I said. "I liked it."

And even as his mind was struggling to decipher the words I'd just spoken, my hands slid down to his waist, my fingers sliding under his pajama pants.

"And now it's your turn," I said as I pushed his PJ's over his waist and onto his thighs, my hands quickly taking firm hold of his prize, a prize that was already striving to reach it's full length. "Now I get to watch you cum."

His initial reaction was to resist my advance, to try to twist free of my grasp. But my hands quickly clamped down firmly on his balls and I whispered menacingly in his ear. "If you ever want to use this again, Little Brother, you'll stop your struggling."

For a moment he hesitated, before making one more try for freedom. But I was ready for him, again clamping down on his manhood, cutting off the attempt before it ever got started.

I have to admit, he made a pretty pathetic site as he stood there, looking at our reflection in the mirror as I stood behind him, my arms wrapped around him, clutching his now fully erect manhood. I couldn't help but smile at his nervousness, any more than I could help rubbing myself up against him.

"What are you going to do?' he asked in a shaking voice.

"Why, I already told you, Little Brother. I'm going to watch you cum." And as I spoke I eased my grip on his member, sliding my right hand up the length of his shaft as my left hand took control of his balls.

"And I'm going to make it easy on you," I said in a seductive voice. And I could sense confusion neutralizing his resistance as my hand slid back down his cock. "All you have to do is stand there while big sister takes care of everything. After all," I smiled. "That's what sisters are for, right?"

He looked at me in the mirror, before slowly lowering his eyes to the reflection of my hand on his engorged cock. And I knew even before the words slipped meekly from his lips that I had him. "Please, Jenna," he whispered in a weak voice. "This isn't right."

"Tell me, Little Brother," I responded, my hand working his manhood quicker now. "Was it right when you watched me in the hot tub? Or on my bed?"

"But . . ." he stammered. But those were the only words that came out as he stood there, watching my right hand move up and down his shaft while my left hand fondled his balls. And as a deep sigh exited his lungs I felt his body sag into mine. Whatever doubt may have existed was gone now and, at least for the moment, my little brother belonged to me!

"That's better," I whispered, stroking him tenderly as I pressed myself against his backside. "You just relax and let me take care of everything."

He managed to draw his eyes away from the action surrounding his manhood, seeking out my eyes. "Please, Jenna," he whispered pathetically. "Don't do this." But his words lacked conviction.

I just smiled back, otherwise ignoring him as I released his balls and slid my left hand to his breasts, clutching at them, pulling him hard against me as I pounded his meat. And I watched his eyes close as his body tensed up, moments before he began spasmodically jerking in my arms and shooting his sperm all over the sink.

I held him as his body went limp and sank into mine. Gently, my hand eased over his tool, milking the last few globs of sperm from his rapidly shrinking cock.

"I told you I was going to watch you cum," I whispered into his ear just before releasing him and stepping away. And then I reached into the sink, slid my finger through a wad of cum and lifted it to my lips.

"See you later, bro," I smiled as I slid my finger into my mouth, turned and slid out the bathroom door.

There was a giant, satisfied smile on my lips as I entered my bedroom and grabbed a more appropriate bathrobe before descending the stairs and heading for the kitchen.

* V *

I sat in the kitchen for some time, reading the paper, watching the morning news shows. An hour passed with Jamie still hiding out upstairs. Another thirty minutes passed before I finally heard his footsteps on the stairs. A few seconds later the front door slammed shut, little brother having left the house without even a goodbye kiss for his dear, older sister!

At first I marveled at what a beautiful morning it was, and at the good fortune that had enabled me to pull off my 'coup.' Gradually, however, two thoughts began to form in my mind; thoughts that, for the first time, had me questioning the wisdom of my plan.

The first thought was about Jamie. I knew before I launched my plan that, if I were successful, there would be a bit of an uncomfortable period between us. I was prepared for this; after all, brother-sister relationships are full of uncomfortable periods. What I wasn't prepared for, however, was the realization that I could have done some real harm to him, perhaps even scarring him for life. You need to realize one thing -- above and beyond everything else, I love my brother, and I would never intentionally do anything to cause him harm. But as I sat around the house, idly passing the day, I found myself wondering if that wasn't exactly what I'd done.

The second thing may have been even more troubling, if that's possible. No matter what I did, whether it was reading the paper, watching the television or just futzing around the house, I found myself unable to purge the morning's scene from my mind. It seemed that everywhere I turned I could see Jamie's reflection in the bathroom mirror, standing there with my scantily clad body pressed against his naked backside, my arms wrapped firmly around him as my hands eagerly pounded on his meat. And every time I thought of that scene my pussy tingled.

It wasn't until Mom was pulling into the driveway that evening and Jamie still hadn't returned home that I decided that my brother and I had to talk.

 I rose early the next morning, dressing quickly and making it downstairs in time to share a cup of coffee with Mom before she left for work. But it wasn't the prospect of sharing a cup of coffee with Mom that caused me to rise so early; rather it was to stake my position and block my brother's main avenue of escape. Still, it was over an hour after Mom and Dad had vacated the premises before Jamie emerged from his room, slinking quietly towards the front door.

"Jamie, we need to talk," I said from my seat as he tried to sneak past. He froze in his tracks, surprised by my unexpected presence.

I could see him take a deep breath as he looked longingly at the front door before turning my way, nodding his head almost imperceptibly as I rose to my feet and moved towards him.

"Jamie, I . . ." But he cut me off almost before I started.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," he burst out, tears coming to his eyes. "I know I shouldn't have watched you, and I know I shouldn't have masturbated over the thought of you, but I couldn't help myself, you were just so . . . so . . ." He stopped, shaking his head forlornly.

"I liked it," he finally continued. "And I liked what you did to me yesterday and I want you to do it again. And I want to do the same to you. And I . . . Oh Jenna, I'm so sorry," he said in a cracking, emotion filled voice just before he turned and raced back up the stairs to his room, slamming the door behind him.

I stood there, stunned, totally dumbfounded by what I'd just heard. "Oh, Jamie," I whispered to the empty room. "What have I done?"

I had no idea what to do, how to even begin to approach my brother. Somehow, I managed to make my way up to my room and lie down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I kept hearing his words echoing in my head -- '. . . I liked what you did to me yesterday and I want you to do it again. And I want to do the same to you. And I . . .'

I must have laid there for an hour and a half, separated from my brother by no more than twenty feet and one thin wall. But for the longest time I found myself completely unable to traverse the distance, his words echoing nonstop through my head as I searched for a way to undo -- or at least minimize -- the damage I'd done.

Finally, after another thirty minutes passed, I realized that there was really very little choice. I'd started this whole mess -- with my exhibition streak, my teasing, my retribution. And I could think of only one way to fix it. So I rose from the bed and removed my clothes, before moving to the closet for my short, satin robe. Then I slid the robe nervously over my naked body and made my way out the door.

When I reached Jamie's door I stopped. I stood there a full five minutes, my fear gaining a stronger foothold as each second passed, before I finally found the strength to lift my hand and rap softly on his door.

Nothing.

I waited at least thirty seconds before knocking again, this time calling out his name. "Jamie, can I come in?"

Another thirty seconds passed before he answered, his voice so soft I almost didn't hear it. "It's open."

Nervously, I reached for the door knob and opened the door, sliding in quietly behind it. He was lying on his bed, still dressed in his blue jeans and long sleeve polo, staring at the ceiling, paying absolutely no attention to me.

"Jamie," I started out.

"Jenna," he interrupted, "There's really nothing to . . ." He stopped in mid thought as he turned his head, seeing me for the first time since I'd entered his room. He sat up slowly, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, looking at me curiously, but saying nothing. The ball, it seems, was in my court.

"All those things you said earlier," I started out. "Is that what you really want?"

Jamie looked at me, not comprehending, so I tried again.

"Did you really like what I did to you, and do you really want me to do it again, and do you really want to do the same thing to me?"

It took a second, but slowly he nodded his head. "But we can't," he answered in a soft, cracking voice.

As soon as his answer left his mouth I reached for my sash, untied it and shrugged the robe off my shoulders and onto the floor.

And I stood before my younger brother, naked, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "Yes, we can."

Jamie locked is eyes on mine and I could tell he was fighting the urge to let his eyes wander over my nakedness. Finally, he found his voice. "But it's incest."

"No," I said, shaking my head. I moved across the room, dropping to my knees in front of him and resting my hands on his knees. "We could never go all the way, Jamie. We could never truly make love together. But those other things you said, we could do that." And I stopped, looking deeply into his eyes. "But only if you want."

It seemed like forever came and went before a nervous smile finally cracked his lips and he gave a small nod of his head. I returned his smile, my heart suddenly much lighter, and I rose to my feet, pulling him to his with me.

For a moment we stood there, staring into each other's eyes, before I finally released his hands and slid into his arms, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his chest, even as he wrapped his arms around me.

We stood there for several long minutes, rocking slowly in each other's arms, one of us naked, the other dressed. Finally, I eased away from him, took hold of the bottom of his polo and slid it up his body. With his top removed, I went to work on his pants, undoing the belt, then the snap and zipper, before pushing them down his legs, where he hurriedly stepped out of them. Finally, I removed his briefs. Now we were both naked, with his rock hard manhood standing up proud and bold, and aimed directly at me.

When I reached for that wonderful tool, however, he stopped me, grabbing my arms and easing them back to my sides. "Me first," he said.

With his hands still on my arms, he turned me around so my back was to him and I was facing his dresser mirror. I could see my reflection staring back at me, with Jamie standing immediately behind me.

I couldn't help but smile. "So you were serious when you said you wanted to do the same thing to me," I said.

By way of answer he eased closer, pressing his chest against my back and his cock against my fanny. "This past weekend isn't the first time I've fantasized about you, Jenna. But seeing you here like this . . ." he paused, searching for words, "is something I never in my wildest dreams imagined could really happen."

"I'm not a dream, Little Brother," I said, rubbing my ass against his rigid cock. And then I smiled teasingly. "Aren't you going to touch me?"

I watched the look in his face turn from lust to fear at my words, and felt a slight tremor as his grip on my arms grew noticeably tighter. But that only made me smile more, shaking my head slowly.

"It's okay," I said, reaching for his right hand with my left, pulling it to my right breast and holding it there. "From now on, Little Brother, my body is your body. Short of the ultimate deed, there are no restrictions on what you can do with it."

For a moment, the fear in his eyes remained. Then slowly they began to soften and his hand began squeezing my breast softly. I released his hand, reaching for his left hand with my right and pulling it to my other breast. And when I felt that hand squeeze me I released it also, and sank back into the strong, loving arms of my brother.

His moves were tentative at first, uncertain. But as I moaned soft little words of encouragement and ground my body against his, his confidence grew, and with it, his curiosity.

He became more aggressive with my breasts, squeezing them harder, then lighter, then running his fingers lightly over my chest and stomach. And when his fingers made their way back to my nipples he pinched them playfully, rolling them between his fingertips as I moaned my encouragement.

He stayed on my breasts for several minutes, fondling, squeezing, pinching, and massaging, causing my need for him to grow in intensity until, finally, he slid his right hand off my breast and down my stomach, before easing it between my legs.

"Oh yes, baby," I groaned as his finger found my clit, sliding up and down over the engorged bulb. I could feel my knees weakening as his right hand continued to focus on my love button while his left hand danced from breast to breast, pinching, kneading and squeezing. And then his finger slid to my pussy, where it was joined by another finger as he drove them deep inside me.

"Oh my God," I gasped. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me with your fingers; fuck your big sister's pussy!"

And that's just what he did, pounding me relentlessly while he continued to work my breasts, bringing me quickly to one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.

But he wasn't done.

Even as my knees were giving out, his arm was sliding across my body to support me, while his fingers continued to pound my love hole. I was moaning and gasping constantly, my first orgasm still ebbing through my body while he brought me closer and closer to another.

When the second one finally struck home, I nearly passed out, only barely maintaining enough sense to reach for his right hand and pull it from my dripping pussy.

"No more," I gasped. "No more."

As soon as I recovered enough to support my own weight, I turned around and fell into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his lips against my own.

It was a passionate kiss, yet somehow still tender. It was the kind of kiss brothers and sisters should never share. Finally, I broke the kiss and pushed him away.

"Now it's my turn," I said, easing myself down to my knees in front of him.

I reached out with my hands, tracing my fingers lightly over his hips, watching as, somehow, his beautiful manhood managed to grow even larger. I craned my neck, looking up at him.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you how gorgeous you are yesterday, Little Brother," I smiled. "I do believe I'm really going to enjoy this." And with that I slid my fingers to his cock, dragging my nails along the underside of his marvelous tool, before sliding the hand back to lightly cup his balls.

"Yes, I believe I'm going to enjoy this very much indeed." And then I leaned forward and slid my lips over his manhood, taking him deep into my throat before slowly withdrawing.

I slid my lips off his cock, sliding my right hand from his balls to his cock. I then lifted the tip of his manhood towards his navel and ran my tongue slowly up its length as he rewarded my efforts with a large groan. And then my lips were once again around his meat, bobbing slowly up and down its length.

In hindsight, we should have taken it slower, but we were both blinded by our hunger. For my part, I reached around him, latching firmly onto his butt cheeks, holding him firm as I increased the pace of my attack, bobbing up and down, dragging my teeth along his hardness. But Jamie was even more desperate than I was, and he showed it by grabbing onto my head, holding me steady and slamming his meat into me.

I nearly gagged on his assault as I quickly moved from the aggressor to little more than a vessel for his pleasure. But somehow, that only served to reinvigorate my own hunger as I shot my own fingers into my pussy, even as he pounded himself into my captive mouth.

Needless to say he didn't last long, quickly going into spasmodic contractions as he shot his load into my mouth in hard, jerking motions. And just as I felt his warm seed filling my mouth, I came, somehow managing to scream out, even with a mouthful of cock and cum.

It took a few moments for him to release me, turn and ease his fanny onto the bed. Still on my knees, I followed him, sliding between his legs and reaching my arms around his waist.

We held our position for some time, slowly gathering our breath as the occasional, uncontrollable smile found its way to our lips. Finally, I leaned forward and kissed him on the chest.

"I promised Mom I'd pick up a few things at the store," I said.

Jamie smiled in return. "I've got a few things to take care of myself."

I rose to my feet, pulling him up with me as I slid into his arms for one last embrace before reluctantly pushing him away. I then picked up my robe and, without putting it on, slid out the door without looking back.

* VI *

I managed to make it home before Mom and Dad, but Jamie didn't reappear until shortly after six. We somehow managed a normal dinner, followed by the typical family evening around the TV set. By 9:30, however, I was fast asleep in bed, not stirring until a cold draft drifted across my body and a funny, tingling feeling crept over my stomach.

I groaned, trying to rollover and hide from the feelings, but something held me firm. It took a moment for me to recognize that that something was a hand, and the tingling sensation I'd felt earlier were fingers dancing lightly across my body.

I finally managed to open my eyes, only to see Jamie hovering over me. I looked at him through still fuzzy morning eyes.

"Morning," I said sleepily.

"Good morning, sleepy-head," he replied.

"Mom and Dad are gone, I assume," I managed to question, still more asleep than awake.

"For two hours now," he replied.

I smiled, allowing my eyes to ease shut as I very nearly drifted back to sleep. But then I realized something and opened my eyes, lifting my head from the pillow as I looked down at my body.

"What happened to my covers," I inquired of my fully dressed brother, the faint traces of a smile finding my lips. "And my night shirt?"

Now it was Jamie's turn to smile. "The covers were easy," he said. "They're on the floor. Your night shirt, on the other hand, was a bit more difficult."

I once again looked down upon my naked body, before turning back to my brother. "So you undressed me?"

He nodded his head.

"While I was asleep?"

Again he nodded.

"And I didn't even wake up?"

This time he shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "I didn't say it was easy."

I shook my head and laughed lightly. "And just what reward do you expect to receive for your efforts," I teased.

He didn't answer immediately, instead rising to his feet and moving to the foot of the bed. He then reached down and spread my legs, taking his position between. "Not my reward, Sis," he smiled, and slid his fingers into my pussy.

I gasped, the unexpected intrusion seeming to grab the air from my lungs. And as he worked his fingers inside of me he slid his thumb over my clit.

"Oh, god," I whimpered, closing my eyes and sinking into the bed, moaning as he continued to play with my womanhood.

And then there was a rustling sound and a shaking of the bed, followed shortly by his mouth easing over my love button.

I opened my eyes instinctively, looking down at the young man between my legs just as he was once again easing his fingers deep inside me.

And then I surrendered, sinking back onto the bed with my arms spread wide, closing my eyes and accepting the pleasures my brother was delivering.

Unlike yesterday, however, this morning he worked me slow, withdrawing his lips from pussy, giving his attention to the inside of my thighs, or to the flat of my stomach, planting soft little kisses as he eased his way over me.

And then he'd return to my clit, sucking it slowly, or flicking his tongue teasingly across it. Twice, he brought me to the brink of orgasm only to divert his attentions at the last minute, leaving me writhing wantonly beneath him. But I held my eyes closed, biting my lower lip as I reveled in the pace he'd selected.

Unlike yesterday's orgasms, this one came slowly, almost softly, yet with no less intensity. It wasn't until I was completely recovered that I opened my eyes and looked at my brother.

"That was nice," I said simply, smiling. "I didn't know men were capable of anything so tender."

Jamie, taking my words for exactly what they were, blushed at the unexpected compliment. I laughed at his uneasiness and reached out my hands.

"Help me up. I need to get you out of those clothes," I said, my smile turning to a grin.

But Jamie shook his head as he rose to his feet, ignoring my hands. "I have errands to run,' he said. "But I'll be back before the parents."

And then he turned and walked away. When I heard the front door closing a few seconds later I smiled and rolled over, burying my head in the pillow, not bothering to locate the covers. Two minutes later I was asleep.

* * *

Jamie did manage to return before my parents that day and we did manage to make our own kind of love before they arrived; as we did the next day, and the next. But then Saturday came, and it was back to pretending we were nothing more than Brother and Sister. And then came Sunday, and with it my return to school, followed by ten weeks of separation.

'Oh, well," I thought. 'There's always my boyfriend.'