By sub01

"You haven't said two words to me tonight, Brian.  What's on your mind?"

I had been picking at my plate, avoiding my sister's eyes as if she would be able to see in mine my dirty, prurient thoughts.  I had jumped at the invitation to meet Mary for dinner, but now that I was here I was embarrassed.  I hadn't seen her in a couple months but already all the old feelings were flooding back.  I had promised myself I wouldn't think those things anymore.  She was my sister, for god's sake.  What we had shared together had been years ago in the innocence of our youth.  Now we were grown, and things were different.

But now, sitting across from Mary in the dim light of the restaurant, all the old feelings and several new ones arose in me.  Love.  Lust.  Memories of our illicit trysts together in our younger years, our playful experimentation during the time of our youthful innocence and curiosity.  I blushed in the dim light, embarrassed to think of the intimacies that my sister I had shared so long ago, and for the thoughts in my mind now as I sat across the table from her... thoughts of what suddenly, despite all my promises to myself, I found myself wanting to do with her all over again.

"Come on Brian, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I said quietly.  Though that was far from the truth.  My mind was awhirl, but not with things that I could tell Mary.  Husband and wife things, lover things... not things that could be shared between brother and sister.  Even between ones who had been as sinfully intimate as we had.

"I haven't seen you in what?  Two months?" said Mary.  "And you've hardly said a word to me since we got here!"

"I'm sorry, I'm eating," I reasoned as I picked at my plate.

Mary laughed.  Even her laugh aroused in me the feelings from so long ago.  Her sweet, innocent, girlish laugh.  She hadn't lost it, even now that she was nearing middle age. "Brian, you haven't taken more than a half a dozen bites!  Come on, tell me what you're thinking about..."

"Just thinking," I told her with a bashful smile.  "About what fun times we had growing up..."

Mary smiled back at me, and for a moment I thought I saw in her eyes that she knew exactly what I was thinking.  The thought passed and I blushed, embarrassed.  Mary was a grown woman, for god's sake, and I was a grown man.  We weren't children anymore.

"We did have fun, didn't we?" mused Mary.  She was quiet for a long moment.  "You know, I still think about those times too, Brian.  Sometimes I wish they never had to end..."  She smiled and slid around the booth, moving closer to me.  Mary looked so beautiful in the romantic light, her soft, shoulder-length blonde hair nearly shimmering, her blue eyes gleaming mischievously.  I wished suddenly that we weren't brother and sister.  If we weren't, I thought I would be hopelessly, madly in love with her.  She smiled, as if she could read my thoughts.    "Do you know what I remember the most, Brian?"

I thought I did, or at least what I hoped she remembered the most, but I couldn't dare say so.  I shook my head.

Mary smiled bashfully.  "That night we snuck into mom and dad's bed while they were out..."

I nearly spit out the wine I was sipping.  Oh god, that night in their bed...

"You remember it too?" Mary asked softly.

Of course I did.  How could I ever forget?

Mary poked at one of the sliced carrots on my plate.  "Remember what we did with these that night?"

I did remember, perfectly well.  Only we hadn't used sliced carrots.  We'd used whole carrots, with plenty of hand lotion for lubrication.  Little carrots and bigger ones, as big as Mary had been able to handle without too much discomfort.  And the handle of the hairbrush that we'd snuck from the bathroom.  And all those other things.  Everything that night but my penis.  Not that I hadn't wanted to, but Mary hadn't been ready for that yet.

"Do you know what my favorite part of that night was, Brian?"  Mary was uncomfortably close to me now, gazing into my eyes with a bashful smile on her lips, the smell of her perfume so sweet and alluring.  The fragrance inspired in me even greater lust than I had felt for her before.

"The carrots?" I guessed with a grin.  I knew that Mary had loved the carrots, and the hairbrush.  Everything.  Especially her orgasm afterwards, which had happened with my face between her legs and me sucking at her clit.

"No," Mary giggled.  "My favorite part was lying with you afterwards, cuddled up in your arms, your cum drying on my bush..."

I felt a shudder of lust at the memory.  That night Mary had masturbated me until I came on her pussy, the way we usually did it in those early days of experimentation before we worked up the courage to go any further.  Lying with Mary in my arms afterward had been one of my favorite memories too.  I could still remember the touch of her soft skin against mine, her chest rising and falling so gently in the darkness.  We had lain together for a long time that night, enjoying the lingering sensations of orgasm and just being together.  Things had been so much simpler then.

"You're still not eating," Mary teased quietly when I didn't say anything.

"I'm not hungry any more."  There was only one thing on my mind now, and eating wasn't it.

Mary was quiet for a moment longer, and then she smiled.  "Me either.  Maybe we should just go."

That sounded like a splendid idea to me.  It had been a long day on the road coming to visit Mary, and a hot shower and quiet evening now appealed to me even more than chatting with my sister here in the restaurant.  Besides, we had the whole weekend to visit.  "My hotel isn't far," I told her.

In the dim light, Mary almost seemed to blush.  "Actually, I was hoping you might want to stay at my house tonight..."

I had arranged for a hotel, not wanting to impose on my sister.  Now her sudden invitation sent a shudder of lust through me.  "I'd love that, Mary," I told her with a smile.

Mary seemed almost relieved, as if she had expected me to decline her invitation.  "Oh, that's wonderful!  We have an extra room, and I just know Carol will love to meet you again..."

Oh.  Carol.  I had almost forgotten about Mary's housemate.  I had met Carol only once in passing.  Now in the heat of the moment, lost in my lustful fantasies, I had thought only of Mary and I together in her house, alone and uninhibited.  Nowhere in my thoughts had there been the distraction of a housemate.

Mary spoke up quickly, as if she sensed my change of heart.  "Don't worry, Brian... I told Carol you weren't coming till tomorrow night.  She's gone out for the evening, so if you want to, we'll at least have tonight to... visit."  Mary was smiling bashfully, and I got the distinct impression that by "visit" she meant something more.

"I want to," I assured her with a smile.  More than she could ever know...

*    *    *

It was only a short drive from the restaurant to Mary and Carol's house.  Mary drove.  I sat in the passenger seat watching her intently.  She looked so sexy, so alluring in the darkness, the moonlight and passing street lights playing off her pale skin.  It was almost romantic.  I felt more like we were lovers on a date than brother and sister.

"I know your second time," I told her quietly as we drove.

Mary frowned.  "What do you mean?"

"Your second favorite time... I know what it is," I teased.

Mary seemed amused.  "And what time do you think that is?"

"That time I tied you up and teased you all evening, while mom and dad were downstairs.  Remember how we almost got caught?"

Mary nodded, a smile creeping across her lips.  "You're right... that was one of my favorite times..."

I knew that time had aroused in Mary a perverse excitement.  That night, on the bed, I had tied her wrists over her head just like she liked, then teased her with different objects until she begged me to put my mouth on her and make her cum.  And I did make her cum, twice.  The second time had been while I pinched and twisted her nipples, something she loved beyond description.  Mary had been so excited and so aroused that she nearly cried out and gave away our secret rendezvous to our parents downstairs.  We played so long that night that we were almost caught when our parents came upstairs to go to bed.  I'd just had time to untie Mary's wrists and let her race back to her bedroom in time before we were discovered...

Remembering all this was exciting me.  It had been so long, so terribly long.  Now I couldn't help myself any longer.  As Mary drove I leaned over and kissed her gently, low down on the base of her neck.  To my delight she moaned softly.

"Mmmm.  Careful Brian... you'll make us crash!"

"Then pull over," I suggested quietly.  The thought of "parking" with my sister was irresistible.  But as appealing as the idea seemed, Mary giggled.

"We're almost home, Brian.  Can't you wait a few more minutes?"

No, I couldn't... at least, I didn't want to.  I sat back and watched Mary drive.  She looked flushed now, even more than before.  My teasing had gotten to her.  I smiled to myself in the darkness, almost giddy with anticipation.  Only a few more minutes to the privacy of her house, and then we would have no more excuses...

*    *    *

Mary and Carol's house was tidy and well kept.  True to Mary's word, Carol was out somewhere.  Where, I had no idea, but all I cared was that she wasn't here and Mary and I were alone.  Finally.  God how long I had wanted to have Mary alone!  I set my bag down and moved to her, eager to feel her in my arms even if only here in the foyer.  But before I could get close enough she stopped me with a teasing laugh.

"Not so fast, Brian!" Mary told me with a smile.  "Let's go get you settled into the guest room first... then maybe we can play a little bit..."

I groaned inwardly.  What a tease!  In our youth I had watched jealously as Mary had played the tease with other boys in the neighborhood.  Now that I found myself on the receiving end, it was maddening.  Much longer, and I'd have to tie her up and take her whether she wanted it or not!  But I knew now that she did want it, or at least I thought so, so I sighed and played along.

My bag in hand, I followed Mary down the hall to the guest bedroom.  It was appointed simply but nicely.  While Mary went to the bed and fussed over it, straightening wrinkles in the cover and fluffing the pillow (quite unnecessarily, I might add), I set my bag down and watched her from behind.  Just watching her made me hard again.  Her bottom swelled out invitingly as she bent over the bed.  She apologized for the room not being in perfect condition for me, but I wasn't listening.  I was in another place, far off.  Now, in the privacy of Mary's home and with a bed close at hand, I couldn't help myself.  I approached her from behind and pressed up against her, my erection nestling against her bottom through our clothes.

I wasn't sure what to expect.  Rebuke?  Acceptance?  It had been thirty years since we'd been together, maybe longer.  To my relief Mary giggled.  "Brian!  You're already ready?"

"I've been ready for a long time, Mary," I told her softly.  I put a hand on her arm and coaxed her to forget her task and straighten up.  I turned her around, and before she could say anything I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

I half expected her to push me away, but instead as soon as our lips met she melted into my embrace.  She slipped her arms around my waist, pulling me close, and I kissed her deeper.  My heart pounded, by cock throbbed.  Her body felt so good against mine, her lips so soft.  She tasted sweet, her lipstick an indefinable but arousing flavor.

When our lips parted finally, Mary smiled shyly at me.  "I've been ready for a long time too, Brian.  In fact--"

I didn't let her finish.  I coaxed her backward onto the bed.  Mary's eyes widened and for a moment I was sure she was going to protest, but instead she smiled and lay back invitingly.  My heart pounding, I joined her on the bed.  I felt flushed with anticipation.  Mary looked so sexual, so inviting lying back for me.  I touched one of her legs softly, caressing the silky smooth stocking, and Mary sucked in her breath.  I moved my hand higher, past her knee and up her inner thigh, coaxing the hem of her dress up as I went.  With each inch higher I waited for Mary to stop me.  But she didn't.

I paused as the top of her stocking came into view, her naked thigh pale and inviting above.  "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," I told Mary softly.

My sister smiled.  "I do want to, Brian.  More than you can know.  Please sweetie, keep going..."

I kept going.  I coaxed the front of Mary's dress higher still, my heart beating faster as I uncovered her crotch.  She wore delicate black lace panties that hugged her mound tightly enough to show the swell of her pussy lips underneath... a far cry from the simple white cotton knickers that I had seen her in during our younger days.  As I coaxed the front of her dress higher, up to her waist, I couldn't help but lean forward and press my lips to her crotch.  Oh, how many years it had been!  She groaned softly and spread her legs a little.  I could taste her ever so slightly, even through her panties.  She was definitely aroused.  As I kissed her again, a little higher just above her mound, I wondered if Mary had worn these sexy panties on purpose for my visit.  Had she anticipated that my visit might turn into something more?  Had she hoped?  I moved higher and kissed the gentle swell of her belly just above her panties.  Her skin was pale and so sensuously smooth.  I moved higher still, kissing her just below her belly button, and as I did I saw with a start that she was pierced there.  A small silver charm dangled from her navel, a tiny circle on the end of a short, delicate chain.  Aroused, I teased it with my tongue.

"What's this?" I asked softly.  Mary's little charm was inscribed with the letters "CP".

Mary blushed.  "It... it means ‘Carol's Pet'..."

I felt a surge of excitement.  Mary had admitted to me before that she and Carol were lovers, but I had never had the nerve to ask her if they were more than lovers.  I had fantasized for years about what their relationship might be like, often wondering if Mary enjoyed the kinkiness of bondage with her lover, just like we had in our youth.  I had always imagined they did, but never felt right about asking.  Now hearing it from Mary's lips, hearing her refer to herself as ‘Carol's Pet', aroused in me a passion I couldn't ignore.  I started to pull her panties down, to get at her crotch so I could lick her properly, but suddenly Mary stopped me.

"I... I'm sorry Brian, I can't do this.  I thought I could, but I can't..."

I pulled away reluctantly, my heart sinking.  "I'm sorry Mary.  I shouldn't have pressed.  I thought you wanted to."

"No, it's not that Brian," Mary insisted with a strange look.  "I do want to, very much!  It's just that..."  Mary hesitated, blushing.  "It's just that I don't have permission."

"Permission?"  I didn't understand.

"I... I need permission from Carol..."  Mary's voice was almost a whisper, as if she were ashamed to admit something so intimate about herself.  "...permission to be with anyone but her..."

Hearing my sister refer to Carol this way, that she needed Carol's ‘permission', aroused me even more than before.  There was no way I could stop now.  I traced a circle on Mary's thigh for a moment, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.  "Would she know?" I asked softly.

Mary hesitated.  "I... I suppose not."

I began to pull Mary's panties down again and this time she didn't stop me.  She watched me with an uneasy look on her face, as if she were aroused and worried at the same time.  I smiled at her to reassure her.  Carol was gone and there was no way we were getting caught... though the thought of just such a thing obviously had a hold on Mary's thoughts.  As I coaxed her panties down far enough to bare her crotch I felt my cock stiffen.

"God Mary... you're shaven!"  My sister's pussy was completely shaven, her labia prominently bare between her legs.  There wasn't a trace of hair, not even a teasing wisp.  I looked up at Mary and saw that she was blushing.  In our days together in our youth I had never dreamed of Mary's pussy being shaven.  But now it aroused me intensely.  I suddenly needed to know what it felt like, what it tasted like.  With Mary's panties only down around her thighs I leaned forward and licked gently up along her shaven slit.

Mary sighed at the touch of my tongue on her pussy.  I licked her again and she spread her legs wider, as if inviting me to continue.  But before I could begin licking her in earnest she spoke up.

"Wait Brian."

I sat up, frustrated.  Was she changing her mind again?  At this rate I was going to cum in my pants before we even did anything!

"Would you... would you tie my hands first?" Mary asked me softly, a sheepish smile on her lips.  "The way you used to?"

In our youth Mary had always liked having me bind her wrists while I licked her pussy... behind her back, over her head, to the bed posts, anywhere.  She had always gotten off so much more powerfully when she was bound and helpless.  Apparently this hadn't changed any over the years.  I nodded and looked around for something to bind her wrists with.

"There are cuffs in our bedroom," Mary suggested.  "In the second drawer down on my dresser..."

But I was too eager to go looking in their room.  Besides, I saw something else that would do just fine for binding my sister's wrists... her stockings.  I slipped her shoes off and then peeled her stockings down one at a time.  As I bared each of her lovely legs I followed my progress with my lips, planting a line of kisses just behind her retreating stocking.  I kissed my way down her upper thigh, past her knee and down to her foot, slipping the first stocking off.  I had never been much of a foot person, but now I felt an overwhelming urge to worship my sister's body in every way.  I took her big toe between my lips and sucked it gently.  Then the next toe, and the next, until I had suckled all five of her toes.  Mary was gasping softly now and I didn't have to look up to know she was enjoying my attention.  I moved to her other leg and repeated the process, coaxing her other stocking down and following it with kisses all the way down to her toes.

By the time I sat up Mary was flushed and smiling dreamily.  I could tell she didn't want me to stop with my lips, but I was eager to see her bound.  "Hands on the headboard, sis," I told her with a smile.

Mary reached out above her head and gripped the headboard, looking up at me with a helpless, eager look.  As if the only thing in the world she wanted right then was for me to tie her up and make love to her.  I moved forward and straddled her chest, facing her.  Leaning forward I wrapped the first stocking around her left wrist and bound it as tightly as I dared to the headboard, her arm outstretched as far as she could reach.  Then her other wrist.  I sat back and admired her, feeling my cock swell at how helpless Mary looked with her arms outstretched and her wrists bound to the headboard.  I considered for a moment – really considered – unzipping my pants and making her suck my cock as I straddled her chest.  But that could come later.  First, I wanted to finish what I had started.  I wanted to taste her pussy...

I moved backwards off Mary's chest, repositioning myself between her legs.  On my knees now, I leaned forward and pulled her panties down a little further so I had clear access to her shaven slit.  Then I bent down and flicked my tongue over her clit.

"Oh God, Brian!"

I smiled up at Mary.  "Feel good?"

"No!  The front door!"

I frowned, confused.  "What about it?"

Mary looked frightened.  "I... I heard it, Brian.  Carol's home!"

I hesitated, but I couldn't hear anything.  I reassured her with a smile.  "You're hearing things, Mary.  Now relax and enjoy..."  I bent forward and planted my lips on her pussy, slipping my tongue between her gentle folds.  Oh, how heavenly she tasted!  But before I could lick her any further Mary squirmed her hips, unseating my mouth.

"Please Brian!  Let me up!"

"And if I don't?" I teased her.

"Brian, please!  This isn't funny!"  Mary seemed genuinely upset now.  "Please, Carol can't find me like this... she'll kill me!"

"I'll close the door," I suggested teasingly.

"No, please Brian, just let me up!"

I was ready to protest again, to convince Mary with my lips and fingers that she was imagining things, when I heard a sound from the living room.  Mary was right... Carol was home!  Mary heard the sound at the same time I did and her eyes widened.  I wanted desperately to be with my sister, but not so badly that I would compromise her in front of Carol.  I reluctantly unbound Mary's wrists and let her sit up.

"Thank you, Brian," Mary sighed as she pulled her panties back up and straightened her dress down.  I groaned inwardly.  So close, and yet so far.  Mary smiled at me, as if reading my thoughts of frustration.  She looked flushed and positively radiant.  Perhaps later...

Mary rose from the bed.  Taking my hand, she guided me to follow.  "Come on little brother, let's go meet Carol..."