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 Title: Ashley Ch.  01
Summary: Fateful evening sets off desires between siblings.
Keywords: fic,inc
   "Jeez, Ash.  That's incredible.  Where'd you learn to do something like
that?"
   I looked over at my little sister, Ashley, as I lay on her bed. 
Awaiting her response, my drifting eyes were treated to the captivating
view of her left breast firmly protruding from a tight orange tee.  She was
sitting upright with her slender legs crossed, her chest at the perfect
height for my gaze.  I heard a small giggle.
   "I like to keep a few tricks up my sleeve," she said playfully.  "Can't
let you have your way with everything, right?"
   My feeble mind could barely grasp her answer.  The lovely picture in
front of me was too mesmerizing to ignore.  Her breathing was calm and
steady, yet the gentle expanding and contracting of her breasts were
hypnotic.  The tantalizing aroma of strawberry lotion on her arms compelled
me further.
   "Brian, hurry up.  Pick someone already," she hollered.
   I snapped out of my trance, "Uh, yeah.  Sorry 'bout that.  Give me a
sec." I turned my attention back to the TV screen and chose the first
character my cursor was highlighting.
   "Yoshi?  Since when were you any good with him?"
   "Hey, you're not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeve.  The
lil' green dinosaur could've been my best character all along." I knew next
to nothing about its attacks.  "Looks aren't everything.  Behind that cute
face is a tail made for smashing."
   Ashley giggled again.  "Say whatever you want.  Just don't run away with
your tail between your legs when I start beating the crap out of you."
   The next two minutes were a slaughter-fest as Super Mario's trusty steed
got knocked around silly.  Even if I wanted to run, I couldn't outdo my
younger sister's faster reflexes.  My controller might as well have been
unplugged.  Her swift fingers performed with flawless execution, refusing
me the slightest chance of escaping her deadly attacks.  I dropped my
controller in defeat for the fifth time in a row.
   It was another bland summer night in the Stafford family household. 
Ashley and I were lounging in our pajamas, playing a few video games on her
indigo game system.  I had on a white cotton T-shirt with matching cotton
shorts; she was wearing a bright top with colorful hiphuggers.
   For the past couple of months, it had been a ritual for the two of us to
spend the night after dinner in her room together.  Rarely did we ever have
plans to go out because, quite frankly, there weren't many places to go. 
We had a theater, a shopping mall, a quirky cyber-cafe, and a few other
hangout spots, but it was very easy to visit them all within a week and be
done with for a while.  There were an abundance of restaurants and fast
food joints, however, so there's always someplace nearby for good eats when
we did decide to leave the house.
   I was sure some people would find it annoying if their Friday nights
consisted of nothing but games and TV, especially if your only company was
your eighteen year-old sister.  And who knows, maybe I should've felt the
same way.  That's not to say Ashley and I didn't get along.  It's the
opposite, really.  My sister and I were the best of friends and we share
almost everything with each other.
   Ashley had just graduated from high school and I had just finished my
second year of college.  I guess the normal thing to do would've been to
call my buddies and paint the town red--whatever that meant. 
Unfortunately, planning a night out when they're scattered across the globe
wasn't exactly easy.  One was touring Europe; another was attending summer
classes on the other side of the country; a third was leading an expedition
to the North Pole....  Maybe that last one wasn't entirely true but you get
the idea.  The circumstances were a bit depressing--for me, anyway--and we
did our best to keep in touch through e-mails, instant messages, and World
of Warcraft.
   But I didn't mind staying at home with Ashley.  How could I when the
girl sitting next to me had the most magnificent face I've had the honor of
laying eyes upon?  It's like staring at a cover of Cosmopolitan or GL, or
one of those other glamour magazines.  Her features were perfect in every
way: pearly white teeth, full lips, dainty nose, gorgeous hazel eyes, and
not a single blemish on her skin.  The feature I idolized most about my
amiable sibling is her golden hair, so bright it could blind every
worshipper at her feet.
I had found it difficult to believe we're brother and sister.  I wasn't
nearly as blessed as her when it came to appearance.  Besides sharing each
other's eyes, we didn't have a whole lot physically in common.  My fluffy
hair was dirtier, like a mix of brunet and blond.  Her body was lean and
shapely.  Mine...  not so much.  Acne had dotted my pale skin, stubble had
aged my chin, and my right pinky toe was bigger than my left.  This wasn't
to mean I was hard on the eyes.  Every girl I had previously dated would
tell me I'm cute, though never handsome.  Then again, I suppose it was
better than nothing.
   "So what do you want to do now," Ashley asked, breaking me out of my
daze once more.  She leaned forward and crawled off the bed, her ripe bum
in full view.  The baby blue and lime green hiphuggers she wore accentuated
her curves wonderfully, clinging to her thighs as if it were a second skin.
Each of her round cheeks swung side-to-side marvelously as her knees glided
across the silk blanket.  When she stood up, the top of her butt became
slightly exposed.  My sister did a sexy little shimmy as her nimble pinkies
lifted the underwear, causing her dazzling blonde ponytail to sway gently.
   Ashley repeated her question little louder.  "Brother, what do you want
to do now?" She turned off the game system with her back still facing me,
her incredible butt teasing--begging--me to grab them.  Who knew eye candy
could be so delicious.
   Ten seconds must've passed before I finally spoke.  Well, more like
stammered.  "I-I'm starting to feel a little tired, Sis.  I think I'm going
to go to my room and do some reading." I didn't want to be alone away from
her, but I thought it'd be best to give her some privacy after having spent
the past four hours together.  I also needed some privacy of my own to
furiously beat off, but I couldn't tell her that.
   My feet were almost on the floor when I felt the bed bounce beneath me.
I looked over my shoulder to see Ashley sprawled on her stomach.
   "Oh c'mon, that's no fun.  It's only eleven-thirty." My sister
effortlessly pushed herself up and over onto her back.  She raised her arms
high above her head, arching her back as she stretched.  It didn't take
long for my eyes to focus on the petite mounds straining the fabric of her
shirt.  I sensed my cheeks turning red and I averted my eyes to hers, only
to find them closed shut.  She looked so heavenly and beautiful.
   "Let's watch a movie," she mumbled, her lips parting just enough to make
me wonder what it'd be like to taste her mouth.
   I took a deep breath to compose myself, "We already watched one right
after dinner, and I'm sure we've gone through your whole DVD collection at
least twice already this summer."
   This was no easy feat by any means since Ashley's a big movie
aficionado, and although I was exaggerating, it's true I had watched all
her movies at least twice at one time or another.
   I was still staring at my sister's eyelids when she finally opened them.
Her eyes locked onto mine like magnets.  She lowered her arms, propping
herself on her elbows.  Never looking away, she cocked her head and pouted
her lips.
   I knew what was coming.  I had seen it too many times before, and Ashley
had no doubt in her mind it wouldn't work again.  Batting her eyelashes,
she asked in the sweetest high-pitched voice she could muster, "Big
bwother, will you pweeze watch another movie with your baby sister?  Pwetty
pwetty please?"
   Less than a minute later, Ashley's dimly lit room was illuminated with
the green Lucas Films logo.  I lay powerless on her bed, helpless to deny
the sad-puppy-dog look that let her get everything and away with anything.
I didn't mind the look that time.  Knowing she wanted me with her was all
the motivation I needed to fluff up another pillow.
   My sis wasn't a big fan of Star Wars, but she knew I was.  She had
chosen the movie specifically for me, and even though I could recite the
entire trilogy in my sleep, I loved watching her...
   The next half hour went by peacefully as Ashley didn't peep a single
word.  My eyes were dozing off, but each periodic glance in her direction
kept me awake awhile longer.  She was sitting against the bed's backboard
with a hefty layer of pillows in between, her far knee pulled up to her
chest.  I couldn't tell if she was actually watching the movie or merely
pretending to, but she was staring at the screen unflinchingly, her body
perfectly steady for me to admire.
   I'm not sure how or when, but I eventually fell asleep.
   "Bry?  Brian?"
   My sister's soothing voice woke me up from my light slumber.
   With a small moan, I peeled my eyelids open.  "What is it, Ash?  The
movie over?" As my eyes readjusted to the light, I found golden bangs
cascading inches above my face.
   Ashley was leaning over me on her hands, her right arm stretched beyond
my chest.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.  It's been so long since I've
seen you fallen asleep."
   I glimpsed at the screen to see the credits rolling, almost bumping
heads with her.  "It's ok.  Guess now would be a good time to head for my
room, huh?"
   "You don't have to go.  You can stay here for the night, I don't mind.
It'd be...  nice."
   Maybe my brain was playing tricks on me, but it almost sounded as if she
was enticing me to stay.  Surely she didn't mean what I thought she did. 
It had been years since we slept together in the same bed, let alone the
same room.  Before I could say another word, she brought her right palm to
my left cheek and covered my lips with her thumb.  I became putty in her
hands.
   "How about I give you a massage?" Ashley flashed me a breathtaking
smile. "It seems like you can use one."
   I dumbly nodded my head in agreement, uncertain if she was really
serious about her offer.  Our nightly activities had been, for the most
part, hands-off, and giving me a massage would be a huge leap in intimacy.
   Ashley pushed herself away me and nudged my ribs.  I dully spun onto my
chest and crossed my arms beneath the pillow to cradle my head.
   "So, Big Bro, how rough do you want me to be?"
   My ears perked.  "What did you, uh, just say?"
   Ashley tossed her head back and let out an infectious laugh.  I couldn't
stop myself from doing the same, albeit much quieter.  "Well, lemme try it
this way, mister."
   I felt Ashley's creamy legs straddle my lower back as she squatted onto
me.  Her fingers settled a little higher, sending a shiver up my spine.  I
was expecting a simple shoulder rub, but the tender flesh and fingers
crawling along my muscles spoiled me from desiring anything less.
   Each of her graceful strokes filled my body with delight.  Pressure was
evenly applied through all of her fingers, ensuring every part of me felt
her.  The caress, soft and gradual, seemed as if it would never end.  I
closed my eyes and moaned my satisfaction.  "Wow, Sis, you feel wonderful."
   "I feel wonderful?  I thought I was the one who's supposed to make you
feel good."
   It took me awhile to realize what I had said.  "Har har," I
sarcastically smirked, "you know what I mean.  How did you get so good at
this?"
   "At what?  Giving a massage?" I nodded against the cushion.  "Not sure.
I'm just doing what feels right.  It's not exactly rocket science."
   "Is there anything you're not a natural at?"
   "If there is, I haven't found it yet."
   The room fell silent as Ashley's hands rubbed from my back to my
shoulders, then to my neck before going in reverse.  Her groin grazed up
and down my body, and I wondered if it was an intentional part of the
massage.  It didn't feel like any rub I was familiar with, but it wasn't
like I received enough to be any wiser.
   "You're getting pretty buff.  Have any girls told you that?"
   "No.  And what are you talking about?  I'm the farthest from 'buff' a
guy can get." I tend to think of myself as a pretty scrawny person who does
really light workouts.  The few muscles I do have are well toned, but
nothing I reckon as impressive.  Still, my ego received a nice boost, even
if I didn't fully believe her.
   Ashley sighed.  "You should have more confidence in yourself.  You're
smart, funny, cute." My neck shuddered when I heard that last word.  "Aww,
don't like it when I give you compliments?"
   "No, that's not it.  It's just all my dates have said the same thing. 
They think I'm 'cute' and they just want to be friends."
   She giggled lightly.  "Hey, most guys will be happy with cute.  There's
a ton of things I can call you that are way worse."
   "Oh yeah?  What would you call me?"
   "Let's see.  You're clumsy, dorky, nerdy-"
   "'Dorky' and 'nerdy' count as one.  They're like the same word."
   "Ok, fine.  But you get the picture, right?"
   "Yeah, I guess.  Doesn't mean I have to like it."
   Ashley stopped with her hands on my shoulders.  A few loose strands of
hair tickled my neck.  She whispered into my left ear, "Cheer up, Tiger, I
think you're handsome."
   No words could describe the tingly sensation flowing through me.  Not
from being called handsome for my first time, which I purely attributed to
our close sibling bond, but for the tone in which she said my childhood pet
name.  When we were kids, Ashley dubbed me Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, and
as we got older, she changed it to Tiger, probably as to not embarrass me
in front of my friends.  This persisted into my junior year of high school,
though I never noticed she stopped saying it until that night.
   The massage continued awhile longer as Ashley's lithe hands worked their
magic on my muscles, tracing the simple contours of my body.  Her legs
slowly spread further apart, placing more of her weight on me.  I discerned
a suspicious wetness on my lower back but curiously shrugged it off as
sweat.  The humid summer air and warmth emanating from her thighs caused my
shirt to stick to my skin.  As her palms pushed into my muscles, I could
hear her breathing heighten and a whimper too soft to make out.
   "Ash, are you all right?"
   "Ye-yeah, I'm ok," she weakly gasped, her movements slowing down. 
"It's...  I'm getting very, very hot."
   She wasn't the only one getting hot.  Ashley's hands strayed to my upper
arms, shocking my biceps with her touch.  As I clenched my fists beneath
the pillow, her hands moved lower to my elbows, rubbing in small circles.
She stroked the length of my arms with the back of her fingernails. 
Despite her passive pace, the massage didn't lose any of its sensual
stimulation.
   Ashley slipped her thumbs into the sleeves of my shirt.  Caressing
upwards, she raised them to my shoulders, revealing more of my pale
complexion.  An inaudible moan escaped her mouth.
   The contact was astonishing.  None of my previous girlfriends had done
anything as carnal as this.  The most another girl had ever done for me was
kiss my cheek or hold my hand as I walked her to her door.  But this
massage, this fondling, was full of intensity.  What I was experiencing
could only exist when two people shared a strong passion for each other.  I
had longed for Ashley for years before she became the saintly angel she was
then.  I could never had envisioned this happening.
   I caught myself trying to say something.  I didn't know what I intended
to tell her.  Maybe I wanted to let her know how I was feeling.  Maybe I
wanted to know how she was feeling.  I could only whisper her name before
she quieted me with a feeble cry.
   Ashley had always been upbeat and brimming with energy.  She's the sun
that makes my world go round, and the rainbow after my darkest moments. 
Her enraptured tone, however, was one that would forever stir my fantasies.
None of the sultry sounds spilling from her mouth came out as words, but
her ragged breaths made it clear what she was saying.
   Before I could advise my cherished sister to lie down, the grip on my
shoulder became rigid.  Ashley's breathing picked up as she forced her
loins onto me.  I held my own breath, trying to figure out what the hell
was going on.  She began to grind herself upward along my back, pushing my
shirt off me.  Her sweat mingled with mine as her thighs finally made
contact with my skin.  She slid her crotch halfway up my back before
sliding back down.  An increasing wetness seeped through her underwear,
soaking into me.  Her body was scorching and I knew it wasn't just her
sweat I was feeling.  I desperately needed to see her expression, but I was
afraid that showing my face would break whatever spell she was under.
   Ashley let go of my right shoulder, moving her other hand to my neck to
balance herself.  She clasped my neck roughly, choking me from behind.  My
heart throbbed harder and harder and my fully erect cock followed suit. 
Her head dipped down, gasps loud and clear, coating my neck in her hot
breaths.
   "Oh god, oh god," Ashley panted.  Her moans, coupled with the sultriness
in her voice, were making me extremely excited.  I drew images of my little
sister, the girl I would do anything to protect, pinned by her wrists to
the bed as I licked and kissed every inch of her body.  I wanted her so
badly.
   Then I felt it: Ashley's knuckle digging into my lower back.  But it
wasn't her bare hand on my skin.  It was the shape of her fist with a thin
cotton film between us, rubbing furiously against my spine.  I didn't need
to question what she was doing.  My sister was fingering herself right on
top of me.
   Ashley's moaning escalated.  "Ah, oh fuck."
   It was the first time I heard her swear.  I'm no stranger to dirty talk
in my adult videos, but hearing it from my sister, even if it is just one
word, seemed surreal.
   "Ashley-"
   "Shhh, quiet," she pleaded.
   All I could do was silently lie in my baby sister's bed, picturing this
vixen masturbating herself to a violent orgasm.  My cock had never felt as
hard as it did that night.  The slightest jerk would've been enough to make
me spew a month's worth of cum.
   Time froze to a standstill as I awaited Ashley's climax.  A whirlwind of
thoughts and emotions stormed my head.  "Is this really my sister who's
pleasuring herself on top of me?  The same adorable sister I've loved ever
since she was born, whose cuts and booboos I've kissed during grade school?
This couldn't be the same innocent young girl I've picked up from high
school for the past two years.  Where did her sudden burst of lechery come
from?  This feels amazing, but should I stop it?  Or should I hope for
something more..."
   I couldn't finish the thought when Ashley removed her hands from my neck
and her thighs.  I feared something went wrong, that the massage would come
to an abrupt end since I didn't feel the effects of the powerful orgasm she
sought.
   My worry was quickly cast aside when I felt her other hand, the one that
had been inside of her, grasp my neck.  Her slick juices dripped from her
soaked fingers onto my skin.  The musky smell invaded my lungs.  She
resumed grinding into my back with a new hand inside of her.
   I didn't know how much more I could take.  The immense heat was making
me dizzy.  My breathing rhythm had been utterly disrupted.  I opened my
mouth to inhale as deeply as I could.  Ashley saw what I was doing and took
the opportunity to slide two of her fingers past my lips.  A trail of her
juices on my cheek was left behind.
   "Suck on me, taste me," she rasped.
   I could hardly believe the request, despite the bizarre situation we
were already in.  Regardless, I was more than happy to oblige by trapping
her fingers in my mouth.  My tongue lapped hungrily at the forbidden nectar
until all I could taste was her skin.  Maybe it was because this was my
first time, but I thought it was the sweetest honey.  I couldn't get enough
of it.
   Thankfully I didn't need to wait long for another sample.  Ashley's
remaining fingers tapped my chin, and I took the cue to open wide.  Instead
of swapping her fingers in my mouth, she jammed all four inside.  If I
hadn't been lying on my hard-on, it would've ripped a hole right through my
shorts.  My sister was using me for her own pleasure, fortifying my lust
for her.  I closed my jaw, devouring her sweetness once again.
   "Oooh, keep sucking.  Do you....  How's the taste?"
   Unsure if I should answer, having been hushed a moment ago, I merely
nodded my approval.
   "Fuck, I can't believe I'm...  doing this with you.  I love you so much.
Mmm, I'm gonna cum.  Cum...  oooh."
   Hearing my sister say cum (twice!) sent me completely over the edge. 
Although she was announcing the arrival of her climax, her words spurred me
to join her in release.  My cock spurted its suppressed load.  The length
of it pulsated against my left leg, undoubtedly leaving a huge stain on my
boxers.
   Ashley shook in the throes of her own orgasm.  Vibrations rippled
throughout her entire body and onto me.  Her trembling thighs, so, so hot,
inflamed me with a passion so strong, it could only be satiated by
embracing her in my arms until we melted together, incapable of ever
letting go.  As her knees squeezed into my ribcage and her hand tightened
around my jaw, she yelped one last time, "Ah fuck." I prayed our parents
couldn't hear her through the wall.
   The grip on my mouth loosened as Ashley collapsed on top of me, her head
drifting behind mine onto the pillow.  The elegant softness of her breasts
warmed my torso.  Her firm nipples poked me delicately.
   "Ash?  Ashley?"
   I received no answer--only her small breaths on my neck.  My cramped
arms, hidden beneath the pillow, came to life and plucked her hand from my
mouth.  A long string of saliva bridged her fingertips and my lips.
   I tried lifting my head up but failed to find the strength.  Ashley's
remarkably round and pliant breasts rested snugly on my back.  I stayed on
my chest to savor the feeling of being enveloped in a woman's ardor.  Alas,
I knew I needed to depart eventually.  What happened might've been a
mistake.
   Could Ashley have thought I was someone else?  She didn't say my name
when it became clear what she was doing, did she?  Although, she did say
she loved me.  Who else was there in her life she could love enough to do
this with?  She didn't have a boyfriend I was aware of.  Maybe she just got
lost in a heated fantasy with the latest big name celebrity.
   It was the most confusing minute of my life.
   Rolling Ashley off me was torturous.  My body felt drained.  When I
finally got her onto her back, I stood beside the bed, marveling at my
sister one last time for the evening.  Her left hand was nestled between
her legs and her ponytail had become untied, leaving tendrils of blonde
hair splayed over the silk sheets.  I tiptoed to the other side of the bed
and gently cupped her head.  I placed a pillow beneath her, sifting through
her hair a few times in the process.  She let out a soft moan as her
fingers twitched inside of her underwear.  I knelt down to pull her hand
out, taking a brief whiff of her fluids straight from the source.  Even
under the lack of light, her fingers shone like a beacon.  Unable to spot a
tissue box anywhere in the room to clean her with, I thought of the next
logical thing: use my mouth.  I lifted her hand an inch before stopping
myself.  No, I couldn't take advantage of her while she was sleeping. 
Instead, I removed my shirt and wiped both of her hands with it.
   Content my dear sister was clean, minus the soaked underwear, I flipped
off the last source of light by her bed and exited her room.  Mine is next
to hers, but my weary legs made the ten feet walk seem like a mile.  The
cum gluing my boxers to my skin wasn't exactly comfortable either.
   I crashed face first into my pillow.  Opening the bottom drawer by my
bed, I grabbed a pair of boxers and changed into them.  I twisted off the
cap to a half-empty water bottle and poured the remaining water onto my
shirt, using it to wipe my neck and face.  Less than an hour ago, I had
barely been able to keep my eyes open.  Now I couldn't even blink.  I
didn't know what would happen the following morning, but I was positive
what Ashley and I had done was real.
   My digital clock read 2:28.  I glanced at it every other minute until I
fell asleep.  Last I recalled, it read 4:11.
   * * *
   I have no idea how many rings it took my alarm to wake me up.  Through
squinting eyes, I was barely able to make out the time on my clock; it read
twelve past nine.  Nine o'clock isn't what people would consider an early
bird time, but when it's summer and you have no responsibilities, it's
pretty damn early.  The only reason I had the alarm set was because every
previous summer, I would wake up late in the afternoon and it always threw
off my sleeping pattern for when school started again.  Putting on a fresh
pair of shorts, I cursed myself for not waiting another year to start my
summer resolution.
   I inspected myself in front of my full-length mirror.  "Hmm, maybe I am
getting a little buff." I did some muscle-builder flexes before feeling
sapped of all my energy.  Sitting on the edge of my bed, I put on a faded
red shirt and searched for my slippers.
   Ashley's room.  I left them in Ashley's room.
   My mind reminisced the events of the previous night.  Butterflies
fluttered in my stomach at the thought of it.  I wanted nothing more than
to leave the moment alone to my memories.  Unfortunately, life wasn't
always that easy.  I didn't know I should say or do when we inevitably saw
each other that morning.
   A yell from the other side of my door derailed my train of thought. 
"Brian, hurry up and come downstairs.  Mom made breakfast."
   "Y-yeah, I'll be down soon, Nikky.  I still need to use the bathroom."
   "Ok, but Ashley is in there."
   Have I mentioned I also had a twelve year-old younger sister?  Nicole's
a near-perfect mirror image of Ashley when Ashley was her age.  The major
difference was, when Ashley turned twelve, I found her very pretty.  With
Nicole, she was solely my cute and bratty little sister.
   Opening the door, I encountered Nicole standing in my way.  "Good
morning.  Is there-"
   "I heard you coming out of Ashley's room last night.  What were you two
doing so late?"
   I nearly slipped my hand on the doorknob.  Nicole was the last person I
expected to question me about what had happened in Ashley's room.  Her room
was across the hallway from mine, not the other side of Ashley's wall.  If
anyone was going to hint at what had happened between Ashley and me, I
assumed it would be our parents, not my other younger sibling.  "Umm,
nothing.  I wasn't in her room actually.  I, uh, went to the kitchen in the
middle of the night for a glass of water."
   "Hmm, okay.  C'mon, mom's waiting for us." Nicole grabbed my wrist and
dragged me through the hallway.  I wondered if I could've told her I was
abducted by aliens and received the same reaction.
   We strolled by the bathroom and I could hear the shower running.  "But I
still need to use the-"
   "Like I said, Ashley is still in there.  Come eat until she's done.  And
why are you walking so slow?"
   * * *
   "Morning, sweetie.  Hope you enjoy your breakfast.  I made you waffles."
   "Wow, thanks, mom.  This looks great." In front of me on the dining room
table towered a stack of three waffles deluged under a gallon of syrup, a
side of peppered scrambled eggs, two strips of bubbling bacon, a bowl of
Frosted Flakes, and a thick glass of cold orange juice.
   My mom, Helena, was pacing through the kitchen, wiping the counter clean
of the monstrous mess she had left behind.  It's a wonder how she didn't
get any food on her blue blouse and denim jeans.  Her forty-second birthday
had passed a month prior, but she lived and dressed better than girls half
her age.  "What are you waiting for?  Dig in."
   And dig in I did.  I was exhausted from last night's massage (isn't a
massage supposed to make you feel the opposite?) and willing to eat
anything laid forth before me.  As I took my first bite, I caught wind of
another set of plates across the table from me.  "Hey mom, where's dad?"
   "Oh who knows.  Richard wakes up so early somedays I just can't keep up
with him."
   Nicole, watching her Saturday morning cartoons, yelled from the living
room, "Mo-om, can I go to Brenda's house right after breakfast?"
   "Sure, honey!  But please don't yell across rooms!"
   "Mo-om, you're yelling too!"
   I had to cover my mouth to hold in my chuckle.  After all, I didn't want
to spit out any of my delicious meal.  There never seemed to be a quiet
Saturday morning in our house.
   "Mom, are you helping Aunt Kim at her shop today?" My aunt owns a flower
store and every weekend my mom likes to drop by and help out.  It's sort of
their version of a book club.
   "Yeah, I am.  She's got a lot stuff that needs to be done by tomorrow.
Will you and Ashley be fine home alone?  I didn't have time to go to the
market this week so there won't be anything for lunch except for canned
soup."
   "It's all right, mom.  With a breakfast this big, I think I'll be full
till dinner.  I'll drive out and buy Ash something if she's hungry."
   "Thanks, sweetie, I can always count on you.  You don't mind doing the
dishes too, right?" Mom gave me a bright smile while batting her eyelashes.
   "Um, yeah.  Sure." At least I discovered whom Ashley had learned that
look from.  Mom gave me a peck on the forehead before walking off.
   Seconds later, I heard a pair of voices from the hallway.
   "Hi, good morning, Ashley.  I made you breakfast this morning.  Your
plate is near your brother's."
   "Ok, thanks, mom."
   The butterflies drowning in my breakfast emerged when I heard Ashley's
voice.  It wouldn't be much longer now.  How would she react when she saw
me?  Would she be angry?  Disgusted?  What if she never wanted to see me
again?
   With Nicole in the living room, I prayed we didn't need to talk about it
right away.  Yet as nervous as I was feeling, I still wanted to see Ashley
fresh from her shower.  My chair was facing away from the hallway, so like
a certain feline pet name, I jumped out of my seat and dashed to the other
side of the table, plate and cup in hand.
   "Hi Big Sis.  want to watch some cartoons with me?" I heard Nicole ask.
   "Yeah, sure.  Let me grab my plate and...  Brian, good morning."
   "Go-good morning." An entire strip of crispy bacon got lodged in my
throat as Ashley made her grand entrance.  Well, not "grand" per se.  She
turned around the corner as casually as she did every other morning, though
her stunning beauty never ceases to amaze me.  Whereas my hair was still
scraggly, hers was tied with a flower in a ponytail to her right, resting
over her shoulder.  I reeked of sweat, but she smelled of peaches and
everything nice.  My clothes were loose and faded, yet her pink shirt and
matching shorts were radiant and fit her to a tee.  It was another one of
those occasions that made me wonder how we could ever be related.
   Ashley gave me a timid smile as she pulled out a chair next to me.
   "Aren't you going to eat with Nicole?" I asked in a less than cheerful
tone and gravely regretted opening my mouth.
   "I think I'll eat here for a little bit.  I didn't realize just how much
food mom cooked.  I don't want to trip and drop this huge plate on the way
to the couch." She smiled again as if sensing my tension.  I was grateful
she knew I didn't mean to distance her.
   I glanced at Ashley between bites, trying my hardest to avoid looking
her straight in the eye.  I didn't do a very good job of it, however, and
she caught me at every stare.  Accepting the pointlessness of it, I bowed
my head lower to my plate, but not without one final look at her blushing
cheeks.  I wasn't able to discern any real clues as to what she may have
been thinking about.  She was the same girl I had ate breakfast with every
other Saturday morning.
   Our mom's voice broke the silence.  "Kids, is something wrong?  Where's
all the noise and clamoring I'm so used to these days?"
   Ashley merrily replied, "Everything's great, mom.  We're just trying to
enjoy your excellent cooking."
   Mom dubiously raised an eyebrow.  "Right, okay." She grabbed her purse
and keys from the table.  "Now, you two behave yourselves.  I'm off to your
aunt's shop for a few hours and I'm dropping Nicole at her friend's house.
I told your brother already I didn't buy the groceries this week so there's
nothing in the fridge for lunch.  If you're hungry, ask him to drive out
and fetch you something."
   "No, that's ok.  I don't want to bother him."
   "Hey, your brother offered, not me."
   "And I bet you forced him."
   Mom gasped.  "Why Ashley, I can't believe you would think that.  I would
never force my children to do anything against their will.  Brian, can you
clear things up with your sister?"
   I piped in to mom's defense but kept my eyes on my plate.  "She had
nothing to do with it.  If there's anything you want, let me know and I'll
get it for you."
   "Aww, you're so sweet, brother." Ashley's fork chimed against her plate.
Even from my low vantage point, I could see her right hand coming into
view, reaching my left.  I ached to hold my hand out to her, but I couldn't
bring myself to do it with mom watching us.  I had to settle with her thumb
caressing the back of my hand.  "But you know, with a breakfast this big,"
my sister said quietly, "I think I'll be full till dinner." Her hand
disappeared from my sight.
   "Your brother said the same exact thing.  It's adorable how alike you
two are."
   Nicole stomped into the kitchen.  "Mo-om, can we leave yet?"
   "Right after you put your bowl in the sink."
   Nicole stomped right back into the living room with a growl and returned
with her empty cereal bowl.  She dropped it in the sink with a loud
clatter.
   "Nicole, be more careful, please," mom scolded.  "Unless you want me to
pay for it with your allowance."
   Nicole rolled her eyes.  "Sorry, mom.  Won't happen again."
   "Why can't you be more like your older brother and sister?" Mom sighed
as she checked the time on her cell phone.  "Ah well, hurry up, let's get
going.  Ashley, Brian, I'll be back around five or six tonight.  I'll bring
home some Chinese food.  You guys like lemon chicken, right?"
   Ashley and I answered in unison.  "Yeah, mom."
   "There you two go again.  Love ya, have fun."
   "Bye, don't work too hard.  And don't forget the fortune cookies this
time," Ashley reminded.
   "Don't worry, I won't."
   I shouted my farewell as our mom and Nicole stepped out the door.  "Bye,
mom, bye Nikky." Nicole poked her head back into the house and stuck her
tongue out at me, then waved goodbye and closed the door.
   "Heh, she's a handful sometimes, don't you think, Sis?" I turned to see
Ashley's cheerfulness dissolve into a more serious demeanor.
   We were home alone.
   This was it, the moment of truth.  I had always eluded these situations
like the plague.  When it came to emotions, drama, or anything that could
result in hurt feelings, I cower, perplexed with how to deal with it.  My
social skills have been my downfall in relationships, both friendly and
serious.  Because of my shyness, I had struggled to comprehend sentiments
and communicate my own feelings.  But this is my sister I was brooding
over. If one person could make me do the impossible, it's her.
   "Bri-"
   "Ash-"
   An awkward minute of silence.
   Damn it, why couldn't she let me gone first?  Just like that, my will to
delve further disappeared entirely.  It had been less than a minute since
mom and Nicole left, and already I missed them and wished they would
return.
   Undeniably, Ashley was as troubled as I was.  Her normalcy with mom had
only been a facade.  She, too, wanted to make sense of what happened the
previous evening.  Or so I thought.
   "Ashley, last night-"
   "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking.  Can you forgive me
and forget about it?"
   "W-what?  There's nothing to apologize for.  And something like last
night isn't exactly easy to forget about.  But, what I have to know is,
why? What we did, it's not something brothers and sisters should be doing
together."
   "I-I said it already.  I didn't know what I was thinking...  or why."
Tears began to swell up in my sister's eyes.  "Brian, I...  I need to tell
you something."
   I gulped.  "Anything."
   "I love you, and I-"
   "I love you, too, Ashley, but-"
   Her right hand trembled toward to my left.  This time I was able to
reach out and meet her.
   "I mean it.  I love you, and not just as family, as siblings, but...  as
everything.  You're everything to me, and you have no idea what I feel for
you sometimes." She stared at our hands, palm to palm, our fingers stroking
each other.  "I have the biggest crush on you.  For years now.  And last
night, I don't know.  It might...  maybe it was because I was feeling
light-headed from the heat but, being so close to you, I lost control of
myself.  It's something I wanted to do with you for so long and last night,
I finally let it happen."
   Ashley ripped her hand painfully away from mine.  My mouth opened to
speak but no words came out.  My entire body went numb at her confession. I
didn't know what to say.  Last night was no fluke; she was well aware of
who she was with.
   "When you came to pick me up from high school, do you know how many
times I get asked if you were my boyfriend?  That we looked so...  cute
together?  Till then, I thought we could never be more than just brother
and sister.  But when my own classmates didn't think we were related, I had
a shimmer of hope that maybe we could be something more.  Of course, I had
to set them straight and tell them who you really were.  And you know what
they said next?  That I was so lucky to have a brother who would take time
out of college to pick me up from school.  Who would schedule his classes
around mine so he could be there before the final bell rang, and I wouldn't
have to wait outside in the cold or sun.  Then I realized just how lucky
I...  how spoiled I am to have a brother like you." Ashley crossed her
quivering fingers together as tears streamed down her flawless face. 
"Brian, say something.  Please."
   "Ashley, I don't know what to say.  This is just so much.  I don't know
if-"
   "Oh god, I'm so sorry.  I know what I'm saying sounds stupid and I can't
believe I'm putting you through this.  You're so great to me and you
shouldn't have to go through this.  I'll understand if this changes
everything and....  Damn it, what am I saying!  This has changed
everything. Everything we had.  It was so perfect and I ruined it." By now,
my sister was sobbing more than I had ever seen her sob before, and it
began making my eyes water.  She pushed her chair back and stood up.  "It's
okay if you don't feel the same way.  I understand that, too, but please
don't think of me any worse.  I...  I don't think I can handle it."
   Ashley took a step away from me.  I couldn't fathom why she was trying
to leave without letting me finish what I had to say.  I quickly got up and
grabbed her by the wrist.  She stopped in her place but refused to look in
my direction.  Minutes ago, it had been the other way around.
   "Brian, please..."
   "Don't leave.  I let you speak and now it's my turn." I had girls flee
from me without a single word on my end too many times before, and I wasn't
going to let it happen again.  Not this time, not with my sister.  I
couldn't live with myself if I let her get away.
   Ashley reluctantly turned to me, keeping her head down.  "I'm... 
listening."
   "There's nothing in the world you can do to make me think worse of you.
Don't ever think that again, okay?" Ashley nodded slowly.  "You mean so
much to me and that'll never change.  I'll always love you, and I
think--no, I'm absolutely certain I feel the same way about you.  What I
wanted to say before was, I don't know if what I'm feeling is right.  And
there's still a small part of me saying it isn't.  But you know what?  I
don't care.  I don't care because the rest of me is saying how much of a
fool I am for not telling you this sooner."
   My baby sister raised her head, allowing me to gaze into her hazel eyes.
Tears no longer blurred our admiration for each other.  She returned my
stare, bringing her hands to my shoulders.  My grip on her wrists loosened.
   "Ashley, last night was so surreal.  Never in my wildest dreams could I
have imagined anything close to what happened.  I thought you were confused
or falling asleep, and you mistook me for someone else.  It's a crappy
explanation but I was willing to believe it if it meant making things seem
okay.  You don't know this but...  I want to love you so much more.  I want
to spend every waking moment with you.  Just breathing the same air as you
makes me feel alive.  The things I do and feel for you aren't because
you're my younger sister.  You're more than that.  You are my dream girl.
My perfect woman."
   The weight of the entire world had been lifted off my shoulders.  To
tell my sister what I had kept buried within for so many years was the
ultimate revelation.  I could add nothing more to make her understand my
love any further.
   Ashley didn't say a thing, but I gathered from the look of her doughy
eyes, her scintillating airy lips, and her rosy cheeks she was overjoyed
with my feelings toward her.  She took a small step forward, arms firm,
causing me to take a step back.  My legs buckled beneath me.  She took
another and I fell into my chair.  With her hands still on my shoulders,
she bent down until I sat face to face with an angel.
   "Brian," she whispered.
   "I can't live without you.  I love you so much, I-"
   "Kiss me." Ashley dove forward, crushing my lips with hers.  I've wanted
to kiss her so badly, and to finally do it after all the years of
fantasizing was as if my entire life had been leading up to this moment. 
Nothing could come close to the pleasure I was experiencing.  Any
apprehensions I had about right or wrong didn't matter anymore.  I only
wanted to bask in our shining embrace.
   Ashley crossed her arms behind my neck and closed her eyes as her tongue
entered my virgin mouth.  My tongue came to life, trying its best to match
her movements.  I moaned loudly at the sensation of my first truly
passionate kiss.
   My arms impulsively wrapped around my sister's waist.  A simple tug was
all it took to have her topple into me.  She straddled my left leg and
leaned in further.  The precious feeling of her soft breasts smothered my
chest.  I began to caress her lower back, scooting her up my thigh.  I was
so absorbed in the kiss I nearly forgot to breathe.  I tilted my head back
to break away from her ravenous lips.
   My sister opened her eyes.  She breathed rapidly with her mouth open. 
"What is it?"
   "Absolutely nothing."
   Ashley flashed a smile that melted my heart away.  Drifting closer to
continue our fondling, she lifted her left leg over my right, completely
straddling my waist.  She sat taller than me and pushed my head over my
chair's backrest with her lips.  I had looked down upon my little sister
all our lives, but this time she sat in the dominant position.
   Ashley sat perilously close to my erection.  It strained against my
shorts, impossible to ignore.  Skipping the bathroom that morning had made
my hard-on even more noticeable, and the release from last night did little
to ease the buildup.  The pressure felt different this time, though.  My
excitement didn't come from any adulterous cravings.  It came from the
euphoria of having my sister in my arms.
   Ashley moaned as she slipped her left hand through my shirt collar.  I
mimicked the gesture by slipping both of mine under the hem of her shirt.
For the first time, I was able to appreciate how smooth and incredible her
skin really is.  It had been excruciating being unable to touch my sister
the previous night, but here she was, fully presenting herself to my
restless hands.  Lips still united, she giggled into my mouth.
   Her laughter was the greatest gift I could ever receive.  A single day
didn't go by without it cheering up my mood.  I needed to hear Ashley's
laugh again.  I needed reassurance that everything would be all right, that
we'd never have to worry about hurting each other for all eternity.
   Moving my hands to her sides, I gently squeezed her rib area.  My sister
immediately arched her back, using her arms around my neck to support her.
As I began to tickle her body, she squealed, "Oh god, Brian.  Not now." Her
mood had changed so drastically, no one could've deemed we'd been crying
tears of sadness instead of happiness only minutes ago.  Knowing our bond
would be made forever stronger from then on enlightened our spirits.
   I stopped my playfulness and pulled Ashley toward me with my hands back
under her shirt.  She laid her forehead on mine, grinning from ear to ear.
I was truly blessed to have her.  "You are so amazingly beautiful, Ash. 
How the heck did mom and dad save all the good looks for you?"
   Ashley gave me a peck on the lips.  "We've been making out for more than
five minutes." She nodded up at the clock behind me.
   "Want to make it ten?"
   She removed her hand from the inside my shirt and pinched my nose. 
Wriggling it back and forth, she suggested, "Let's clean up first."
   I thought she referred to me for having bypassed my morning duties. 
"Yeah, I need to.  But didn't you just take a shower?"
   "I meant our breakfast, you bum."
   "Oh.  Okay." Doing chores wasn't exactly what I had in mind for a
post-smooch activity, although the short recess was exactly what I needed
to relieve myself.  No, I don't mean masturbating, though I did contemplate
it.  "I need to use the restroom first.  I wasn't able to go this morning
since Nikky dragged me right out of my room."
   "I know.  I could hear you two from the shower.  You go ahead, but you
better be back out here before I'm done." Ashley placed her hands on my
thighs, inches from my erection, and pushed herself up.  She proceeded to
balance our plates to the sink, leaving me to revel in our newfound
relationship.  Ashley stared my way, "Don't you need to go?"
   "Oh, um, yeah." I leapt up, bumped into the corner of the table,
stumbled over her chair, and hobbled to the bathroom where I spent the next
couple of minutes answering the call of Mother Nature to much discomfort.
   After a quick brush and rinse of my teeth, I was back in the kitchen. 
The sink was still running, but Ashley was leaning on the counter with her
arms and legs crossed.  The sun shining through the window behind my sister
gave her a ravishing bloom--an almost cherubic appearance.  If it wasn't
for her sly grin, she could very well have been a messenger from heaven.  I
was brought back to reality when she pulled the sink handle.
   Retaining that silly smirk of hers, Ashley began to walk toward me.  "I
can't believe you made me wash the dishes all by myself." I tried to play
it cool by strutting to her, but probably looked more like a fool instead.
When we bumped chests, she crossed her arms around my neck and, to my
surprise, jumped up and encircled her legs around me.  I quickly wrapped my
arms around her waist in a bear hug.  Our bodies pressed much tighter than
when we had sat at the table.  I could feel her entirety nestled into my
chest.  I wanted to hug her forevermore, but realizing it would be much
easier and fun to hold her a little differently, I lowered a hand to each
of her butt cheeks.
   Ashley cooed seductively.  "Mmm, see?  You are getting buff.  You have
no problem holding me."
   When faced with danger, we can sometimes summon a hidden burst of
strength to overcome any obstacle.  The same can also be said when facing a
totally hot sister.
   I was tempted to squeeze the warm flesh in my hands, but I didn't want
to come off as a pervert.  It was probably way too late for that, though.
   "This is," Ashley planted a kiss on my nose, "so much," another on my
left cheek, "better than I," my right, "could ever imagine," a final peck
on my lips.  "Do you have any plans for today?"
   "I haven't had plans for the past five weekends.  Today isn't going to
be any different.  Besides, if I did, I would cancel them to be home with
you."
   "Brian, don't change because of what we're doing.  I don't want you to
be someone you're not.  There's a reason why I'm madly in love with you."
   "Absolutely, Sis." It suddenly dawned on me how important it was to keep
our lives as normal as possible.  Our relationship was unique, to say the
least, and I'd be damned if I let it harm my baby girl.  I was disappointed
in knowing we could never publicly show off our love for one another, to
scream to the world I was the luckiest guy on earth, but right now all I
needed was Ashley.
   We cuddled for an untold amount of time, exploring each other's faces
with our assertive eyes.  My strength started to wane, and as if Ashley
could read my mind, she told me, "You can put me down now."
   I eased her down to much relief from my arms.  "So, what should we do
next?"
   She silently stared at me for a few seconds before looking away.  Her
upper lip covered the lower half, and I could see her bouncing on her feet
as she rocked on her toes and heels.
   At last, she looked up at me and said, "I am going to my room to read to
listen to some music.  Don't you usually play that computer game of yours
around this time?"
   How could I play with elves and dwarves when I really wanted to play
with my sis?  I couldn't believe the morning would come to an end with us
parting ways.
   "Oh, I see how it is." I wasn't sure what I meant by that but it sounded
like it could buy me a few sympathy points.  "Okay, have fun.  I'll play
alone, in my lonely room...."
   Ashley showed me no pity.  She pranced right by with a smile to the
hallway, abandoning me so I could stare through the glass door at our
backyard.  The sun shone brightly as healthy green trees swayed in the
summer breeze.  A few puffs of white floated in an ocean of blue.  It was
the perfect day to be outside, and the only thing I wanted to do was stay
indoors with my sister.
   I strolled to my room with a sigh, making a pit stop at Ashley's
doorway. She was already lying down on her bed with her eyes closed, her
wireless headphones neatly tucked above her head.  I had seen her like this
for years, as if earlier never happened.  I wasn't sure what I did to
reveal my presence to her, but she smiled and waved a hand at me.  I smiled
back, even though she wasn't able to see it, and completed my trip to my
room.
   * * *
   Slaying giant cows and picking flowers in front of my computer didn't
seem very exciting that afternoon.  The only thing on my mind was Ashley.
"I wonder what she's doing now." I logged off my computer and decided to
head to her room.  I took a gander at the clock to see it was only
twelve-twenty.  Mom wouldn't be home for at least five more hours, but dad
could arrive home any minute.  Oh well, it wasn't as if I planned to do
anything he wouldn't approve of.
   I slowly edged through Ashley's open door, which had remained untouched
since I left.  My sis napped securely on top of her blanket, her headphones
now lying on the drawer beside her bed.  The room was filled with a
pleasant aroma from her air freshener.  "Mmm, it smells good in here," I
said to myself while creeping to her nubile body.
   "I like to keep my room neat and fresh, unlike a certain brother I
know."
   "Oh?  And who would that be?" As I watched her chestnut eyes open, she
shifted to her side.  I took it as an invitation to join her in bed.  "I am
so bored, Sis."
   "And you think I can help you with that?" We both rolled to our sides so
we could face each other.
   My eyes traced her slender legs to her bare stomach.  "Maybe.  I hope."
   She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her waist.  Guiding me with
her hand, I caressed her leg as far down as I could reach.  "Is this what
you had in mind?"
   "I was thinking more along the lines of Chess, but this will do fine."
Being able to touch my sister unrestricted like this was phenomenal and I
wondered how far she was willing to go.  A few wishful thoughts floated
through my mind, but I was okay with whatever she wanted to do.  I would
never impose myself upon her.
   Ashley must've felt a little frisky because she eventually led me under
the front of her top.  We left our hands above her stomach for a moment
before she pulled them out.  "Oh Brian, I'm bored, too.  Let's make this
more exciting." Quicker than a blink, she shoved me onto my back and
swooped on top of me, pinning me by the wrists to the mattress.  The scene
played out eerily similar to many of my recent fantasies, except I was the
one on top.
   My sister wasted no time in showering me with wet kisses, starting with
my neck.  She sucked long and hard, no doubt leaving a hickey behind.  My
first hickey, mind you.  "Goddamn, Ashley, this is definitely more
exciting." My hardening cock agreed with me.
   Ashley didn't pause to say a thing.  She continued leaving her trail of
saliva on my neck as she made her way to my mouth.  Her breasts were
suspended over my chest, and I yearned to pull her down to me, but with my
hands fastened and her lips on mine, I could only kiss her back.  Even at
her young age, she was well rehearsed in the art of kissing.  I wanted to
shake the hand of whoever taught her, but perceiving what that would mean,
I probably would've knocked the living daylights out of him instead. 
Assuming she had learned from a guy, of course.  It had to be a guy, right?
   I didn't dwell on the thought for long as Ashley finally released my
wrists to run her hands through my hair.  Showing her exactly what I had I
mind, I hooked my arms behind her back, pulling her chest to mine.  We both
moaned at the exquisite contact.  This was what I had wanted to do since
breakfast.
   Feeling a little bolder, I slid my entire right forearm under the back
of Ashley's shirt.  My fingertips touched her bra strap, and as if I pushed
some sort of button, she immediately broke the kiss and sat straight up.  I
panicked, thinking maybe I went too far too soon.
   I wasn't sure what my face was doing but Ashley must've found it silly
when she started to giggle.  She crossed her arms, grabbing the bottom of
her shirt, and much too my delight, stripped her top off in one swift
motion, revealing a maroon laced bra that barely rose high enough to cover
her nipples.
   Ashley brushed her right thumb against the corner of my mouth to wipe
away the drool.  "Can I assume you like what you see?"
   "Oh hell yeah," I murmured.  My baby sister looked unbelievably hot. 
From the shoulder up, she's the cute teenybopper next door--literally in my
case.  Ogle a little lower and she's the sexy siren all guys would love to
see in Playboy, although I hoped Ashley wouldn't need to go that far to
catch a glimpse of what I'd been aching to see for years.  My animal
instincts took over and I plummeted Ashley onto her back.  Pouncing on top
of her, I secured her wrists above her head.
   "Getting a little antsy now, are we?" Ashley adorned a wicked grin that
had my blood boiling.
   Despite my seemingly aggressive nature, I really had no idea what I
intended to do.  Maybe it's because I was so comfortable with Ashley I
could behave this way without having to worry if the girl would hate my
guts.  I'd know instantly if I was doing something my sister didn't approve
of, and if I somehow missed the hint, she knew all she has to do was tell
me.
   "Aren't you going to kiss me?" she interrupted.
   How I got sidetracked with a nearly topless goddess beneath me was a
question I'll never find the answer to.
   Without further hesitation I responded in full force by plunging my
tongue into her mouth.  My quickness caught my sister off-guard and she
gasped, exhaling hot air into my mouth.  It didn't take her long to get her
breath back and curl her tongue around mine.
   As wonderful as the kiss was, I wanted to give her the same present she
had left for me.  I slowly made my way down to her neck, stopping under her
chin when I felt a tremble.  Having found a sensitive spot, I decided to
take my time.  I was curious to see what kind of effect I had on her.
   I started by flicking the tip of my tongue against Ashley's neck,
causing her to purr.  She asked in a dreamy haze, "Bry, what are you doing?
Get back up here." I gave her a small hush and resumed exploring.  This
time I tried nibbling her supple skin.  The feedback was less than
favorable and she flinched slightly.  Oops, I wouldn't try that again. 
Next, I did my best to mimic her mind-blowing kiss by sucking on her skin.
Her moans returned but much louder and longer this time.  I increased the
strength of the embrace little by little and her breathing sped up to match
my pace.  I wasn't holding her hands with much effort and she easily
wriggled herself loose as her entire body quivered.  Seeing her like this
was incredibly strange and erotic.  It's usually how I was around her.
   "Oooh, Tiger, that feels so good." Her pet name for me was revitalized
with a whole new meaning.  Hearing it said that way was a major thrill, and
the compliment she added made it sound even better.  For the next few
minutes, the only sounds throughout the house were the smacking of my lips.
Everything was in perfect order.  The sole object of affection on my mind
was my lovely sis, just the way it should be.  Absolutely nothing could go
wrong except the clunking sound of the front doorknob.
   Wait a second, did I really hear that?  I looked up at Ashley and her
eyes were as wide as saucers.  Damn it, we both heard the same thing.  Dad
was home.
   I loved my father immensely.  He'd always been able to provide for our
family and had a great friendship with each of us, which seemed to be a
rarity these days.  But that afternoon he made number one on my "Most
Hated" list.
   Ashley pushed me away and scrambled to find the shirt she had thrown
across the room.  I landed on my back, venting my frustration at the
ceiling until it couldn't take any more of my verbal beating.  With a sigh,
I turned to watch my sister get dressed, but what I found instead were her
eyes deadlocked on me.  More specifically, they were on the very tall tent
of my shorts.  I sheepishly sat up and crossed my legs, as if the footsteps
approaching us weren't already enough motivation to cover up.  With my
member out of plain sight, Ashley was able to refocus on putting on her
shirt.  She jumped onto the bed beside me while grabbing the TV remote in
midair.  With a flick of the wrist, she turned it on.
   "Hey kids, how is everything?" dad greeted, poking his head into the
room.
   Ashley and I welcomed him in less than ecstatic tones.  "Hi, dad."
   "Hmm, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
   "Not at all.  Ash and I are just watching some TV.  It's really hot
today and we're pooped."
   "Ah, gotcha.  Did your mother say anything about dinner before she
left?"
   "Yeah, she told Brian and me she was getting Chinese food for tonight.
She took Nicole over to a friend's house, too, if you're wondering where
she is."
   "Oh, I'm not worried about that little rascal one bit.  Well, I need to
do some paper work in the study room.  Feel free to knock if you guys need
anything.  I'll let you two lovebirds get back to your TV."
   Ashley had to stifle her laughter with a hand over her mouth.  Our dad
constantly joked about how close we were by saying things like that. 
Wouldn't he be surprised at just how close we'd gotten.
   Even though the door had been left open when dad arrived, he closed it
on his way out.  Ashley wasted no time in continuing where we left off. 
Before the door was thoroughly shut, she dragged me by the shoulders on top
of her.  Needless to say, I was more than a little stunned.  I made a very
loud "mmmph" sound when our lips collided.  I hoped our dad couldn't hear
it.
   I tried to tell Ashley to stop between breaths, but I could barely make
a peep before her mouth devoured mine.  Was it possible for lips to get
sore from too much kissing?
   "Ash- mmm, we really sho- mmph, stop now." She let go of me and gave me
an "are you crazy" type of look.  If our dad wasn't fifteen feet away from
us, then maybe I was, but it seemed like I should've been the one giving
her that look.  I rolled onto my side and Ashley tilted her head to me.
   "Is something the matter, Tiger?"
   "Yes, there is.  Dad is two rooms away.  What if-"
   "You know how dad can be when he starts his work.  Nothing can drag him
away.  He's not going anywhere until mom comes home with food and that's a
few hours from now."
   "How come you're not worried about getting caught?  Mom and dad would
freak if they saw what we were doing."
   "I'm not saying I'm not worried, but we're perfectly safe from anyone
barging in on us.  Let's make the most it.  And dad is fine with how close
we are.  Sort of.  You hear what he calls us.  We can say it's his fault
for making us think we really are 'lovebirds.'"
   "As much sense as that makes, you know mom won't fall for it."
   "Do I?  Mom is so carefree and oblivious to the world sometimes.  If
she's in the middle of her soaps while our house got ransacked, she'd tell
the robbers to quiet down until it was over."
   I chuckled at the scenario.  There was some truth attached to it.  Our
mom was like a walking encyclopedia, but when it came to reality and
people, she could be totally clueless.  "Well, what about Nikky?"
   "What about her?  She's our little sister, not mom and dad.  She's won't
get in our way."
   "But she's young and impressionable.  I don't want her catching us doing
something we shouldn't be and giving her wrong ideas."
   Crap, that didn't come out right.
   "Wrong ideas?  Are you saying what we're doing is wrong?"
   "No, Ashley, that's not what I meant.  What's wrong is us taking so long
to tell each other how we feel." Whew, I hoped that recovery works.  "With
Nicole, if we manage to explain to her why it's ok for us to be together
like this, she might think it's a normal thing and start blabbing it to
everyone.  She isn't the type of kid who can hold secrets."
   "I know what you mean.  She's told me so many things about you
like--oops, never mind."
   "Oh ho, what was that?  What exactly did she tell you about me?"
   "Hmm, I shouldn't say.  I think it's a good idea for me to practice
keeping secrets, too."
   "Really?  Now you listen to me?  Guess I have no other choice." I sat up
and turned my back to Ashley, pretending I was getting off her bed.
   "Brian?  What are you plan-"
   With a twist to my left, I lunged backwards onto Ashley.  I quickly
grabbed her right leg and held it in the air with my left arm wrapped
around her thigh, mimicking the way wrestlers pin their opponent to the
mat. She started to giggle, sensing what I was going to do next.  I tried
to grab her foot with my right hand, but she didn't make it easy for me. 
Her ankle twisted and her leg swung wildly.  It was only a matter of time
before I predicted her movement and caught a hold of her foot.  My fingers
flittered across the sole, causing her to writhe even more in laughter.
   "Ha!  Ready to tell me what Nikky told you?"
   Ashley could barely contain herself.  She kept laughing as she spoke. 
"No way.  The things Nicole can do to me are way worse than this." I
imagined Ashley strapped down in a Frankenstein-ish castle with a demented
Nikky ready to flip a giant switch behind her.
   "That's it, time to get down to business.  I'm sorry it's come to this,
dear sister." I ceased my tickling and held her right ankle in my right
hand.  Easing my stranglehold around her thigh, I grappled her other leg
with my left arm.  This time she didn't put up any resistance.  Holding
both of her legs together in the air, I commenced my attack.
   "Let me go," she shrieked.  She was trying hard to sound serious, but
history had taught me otherwise.  I shrugged off her request and tickled
with renewed intensity.  Contrary to her loud screaming, this was one of
those things I knew how far I was able to go before she got irritated. 
Besides, her arms were free to whack me across the head if she really
wanted me to stop.  "Ahhh, I can't take it anymore.  Please stop?" I nodded
my head sideways.  I wanted to keep this up for as long as possible. 
"Brian, will you just, just...  Brian, will you...  fuck me!"
   I froze.  That's the natural thing to do when your sister screamed
something like that, wasn't it?  I wasn't sure what to think.  Did she
really mean it?  Or was this some sort of trick?  I mean, it had to be a
trick.  As I assessed the situation, Ashley took the opportunity to bend
her right knee and pull free from my grip.  Unfortunately for me, she
didn't realize just how loose my grip had gotten from her words.  She
pulled with so much extra strength she couldn't stop herself from kneeing
me right in the nose.
   "Oh shit," Ashley yelped, realizing what she had accidentally hit. 
"Bry, are you ok?  Oh I'm so sorry, your nose is bleeding.  Let me get some
napkins.  I'll be back in two seconds." She eased me upright and lifted my
hand to pinch my nose before speeding out of the room.
   Dad shouted from his sanctuary, "Is everything ok, kids?  I heard a
yell."
   "Yeah, dad, we're fine.  Brian hit his nose and he's bleeding now."
   I almost fell over when I heard that.  It had always amused me how
Ashley would flip a story upside down to other people.  "Don't listen to
her, dad.  She brutally attacked me."
   "He's lying."
   "As long as you two are still alive, I don't care whose fault it is."
   My sister returned with two big handfuls of crumpled napkins and a paper
towel roll under her arm.  She sat beside me and said sympathetically,
"Here, take some.  I'm so sorry.  Sometimes I don't know my own strength."
   I rolled up some napkins and plugged them into my nose.  "Don't sweat
it, I'm not bleeding too much.  It's already slowing down."
   "That's good.  You didn't get any blood on my bed, did you?" I stuck out
my tongue and Ashley retaliated by slapping me on the shoulder.
   "Oww, since when did you become so violent?  First the nose and now
this."
   "You deserve it, you big dope.  Teasing and torturing your sister,
you're lucky I didn't break something." Ashley scooted closer, but only to
snatch the TV remote on the other side of me.
   While she searched for something worthwhile to watch, I decided to fish
for more info on what had caused my accident.  "Did you mean it?"
   "What?  That you deserved a bloody nose?  Of course I didn't mean it."
   "No, not that.  Before you kneed me."
   Ashley placed a finger on her chin.  "Hmm, I don't remember.  Refresh my
memory."
   "Right before you kicked me, you told me to, you know, do something."
   "I still don't understand.  You'll have to be more specific."
   "Ugh, never mind.  Forget about it."
   "All right, if you say so." I could see a smug smile from the side of
her face.
   For the next few hours, we hung out doing the same things we had always
done.  We watched the boob tube, chit-chatted about whatever, and played
some card games with a jar of pennies on the line.  It was innocent and
simple fun.  Summer had started only a few weeks ago, and there was plenty
of time to see where our newly discovered relationship would lead us.
   Shortly past five, the clunky front door opened again.
   "Hi everyone, I'm home," mom called.  "Come help me carry all this
food." Ashley and I, and even our dad, came to her aid.  We promptly
carried the food to the table and seated for dinner.
   * * *
   "Where's Nikky?" questioned Ashley.
   "She decided to sleep over at her friend's house.  I'm going to have to
drop her pajamas off after dinner.  Brian, what happened to your nose? 
It's so pink.  Did you hurt yourself?"
   "It's nothing, mom.  I got a little clumsy.  It doesn't hurt anymore." I
turned to dad.  "Can you hand over the kung pao chicken?"
   With a mouthful of Peking duck, he slid me the carton.  "Here ya go."
   "Eww, you're spitting your food everywhere," Ashley fussed.
   Dad gulped down on his glass of iced tea.  "This is so good, I can't
help myself.  Oh, Helen, I have great news, dear."
   "Yes?  What would that be?".
   "Mr.  Fitzpatrick said our team is doing a great job at the office--way
ahead of schedule.  He rewarded all of us with a weekend at that new casino
and resort you've been dying to go to."
   Mom's jaw dropped to the ground.  "No, get out of here.  You really mean
it?"
   "Yep, I mean it." Dad pulled two passes from his back pocket and held
them up to show her.  "The two of us, for four days and three nights,
anytime we want.  Temple Palace awaits."
   "Oh my, this is so exciting.  When can we go?"
   "Like I said, anytime we want.  These are good for three months.  But I
don't think we're going to wait that long, are we?"
   "Unh-uh, we're going right after my brother's wedding.  Weddings are
always stressful in this family.  A few nights alone for the two of us
would be divine." I'd never seen mom act so giddy before.
   Ashley gleefully gasped to attract their attention.  "And what about us?
We'll be stuck at home with nothing to do, no one to take care of us."
   "Tough luck, kiddos, you'll both have to find a way to live without us.
Your mother and I need this.  It's been so long since we've had a small
vacation.  I'm too busy spending my money on your clothes and Internet."
   Dinner continued and our parents went back to their discussion on spas
and slot machines.  I was about to stuff a spoonful into my mouth when I
saw Ashley winking at me.  I had a pretty good idea what that was for.  As
much as I praised my sister for her sincerity and veracity, she did a damn
good job at being naughty.  Or it could've just been hyperactive
imagination.  Either way...  wow, half a week of no parents.  They're both
workaholics and for them to take even one day off seemed unreal, let alone
four.
   Our dad stretched his arms up and tilted his chair back.  "Mmm, this
Chinese restaurant keeps getting better and better.  Don't you think so,
kids?"
   "Yeah, I'm stuffed," I replied.
   "Mom, did you remember the fortune cookies?" Ashley asked, wiping her
lips clean with a neatly folded napkin.
   Mom responded in a singsong, "Yes I did.  They're right there in that
bag by your father."
   Dad spotted it and reached in.  "Catch, guys," he said as he tossed us
each a cookie.
   Our mother was the first to crack hers open.  She read, "'Abandon the
search for truth; settle for a good fantasy.' Not sure what that means but
it sounds like a keeper."
   "Oh ho, that's nothing compared to mine, Helen.  'You will soon be
richer day by day.' It's the perfect fortune for the roulette wheel and
blackjack tables."
   Ashley was next.  "Listen to this one.  'Don't despair; your ideal lover
is waiting for you around the corner.'"
   "Aww, that is so sweet," mom swooned.  "Not all fortunes are always that
good.  Make sure you don't lose it."
   Ashley placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in the palm of
her hands, staring straight at me.  "Yeah, but I wonder who he'll be.  It
could be anyone."
   "Don't worry about it, honey.  Fortunes won't always reveal themselves
right away.  It could be months, maybe years, before they come true.  And
when it comes to love...  love can be totally unpredictable.  You'll never
know when you'll find it.  Your mother and I had known each other for eight
years before we learned that.  If only I had that fortune when we were in
high school.  It would've saved us a lot of time and humiliation in
college."
   Ashley asked curiously, "Humiliation?  What do you mean by-"
   "Your father doesn't mean anything by it," mom interrupted.  "Am I
right?"
   Dad almost choked on his cookie.  "Erm, yes, nothing.  It was nothing."
His face turned bright red as the two women started laughing.  "So Brian,
what does yours say?  Best for last?"
   I wasn't sure if "best" was the right word to describe my fortune, but I
found it amusing nevertheless.  "Not quite.  It's broken."
   "Broken?  What do you mean by that?".
   "Well, I rather not read it."
   Ashley stood up and reached across the table.  "It can't be that bad,
brother.  I'll read it for you."
   I leaned forward and placed the paper slip in her hand, feeling her
thumb gently squeeze down on my fingers.  She pulled away, never fully
letting go, until I felt myself slowly slipping from her grasp.  I tried to
follow her hand but stopped when I realized I had gotten out of my chair.
   Still standing, Ashley read it aloud.  "'The greatest danger could be
your stupidity.'"
   Our parents both looked at Ashley to confirm if she was really serious.
My sister failed to keep her lips from cracking, and they turned to each
other, they exploded in sidesplitting laughter.  Ashley fell in her seat,
joining them in their amusement.  Watching the family like this was very
refreshing and I began to laugh, too.  We were one big happy family, minus
one little sibling, but a happy family nevertheless.  Times like those
really made me appreciate what I had.
   The cookies were a nice way to end the meal, and it didn't take long for
the four of us to clean up.  The only dinnerware we used were cups.  The
restaurant was courteous enough to supply the rest of the utensils.  Dad
disposed of the cartons and chopsticks, mom dried the glasses, and Ashley
and I headed to the fridge to get some ice cream.  Upon opening the
freezer, we observed the shelves empty of any frozen treats.
   My sister spoke first.  "I could've sworn we had half a box of cookies
and cream left."
   "Yeah, I'm pretty sure of that, too." We searched high and low but to no
avail.
   We heard dad's voice behind us as he entered the kitchen from the
backyard.  "My bad, kids.  While you two were playing, I ate the rest of
the ice cream in the study room.  Hope you don't mind."
   "Uhh, yes we do mind," Ashley and I barked in unison.
   "Ohh, err, all right.  How 'bout this." Dad hurriedly pulled a
twenty-dollar bill from his pockets.  "Here, take this and go to that dairy
place near the market.  Buy yourselves a big sundae.  My treat."
   Ashley skipped over to him and snatched the money.  "Sounds good to me."
She handed me the bill.  "Let me change my clothes, Big Bro."
   I watched my sister disappear around the corner.  "Thanks, dad.  Do you
want us to get you something?"
   He patted his belly.  "I think I had enough for tonight."
   "How about you, mom?  Want anything?"
   "No thank you, Brian.  But since you happen to be going out, would you
mind taking Nicole's stuff over to her friend's house?  Just give me a
minute to pack her stuff."
   "Yeah, no problem."
   "Great, just give me a minute to get it ready." Mom dried her hands on a
cloth towel and rushed out of the kitchen.
   I headed toward the living room where I spotted dad already dead on the
couch with ESPN on his fifty-six inch plasma TV.  The one thing my dad
enjoyed more than work was sports.  He was a basketball player when he
attended high school, but his real passion had always been business.  After
graduating from college and getting married, the toll of raising a family
and juggling paperwork restricted him to recreational sports.  That didn't
mean, however, he wouldn't be up on the couch shouting at every basket,
touchdown, and goal when there's a big game going on.
   I sat on the armrest of the sofa chair next to him as I waited for the
women to return.  Mom appeared first.  She handed me a small pink backpack
plastered with glittery flower stickers and puppy key-chains.  She slapped
dad's leg and he sat up to make room for her on the couch.
   "Ok, I'm ready," Ashley called from the hallway behind me.
   "Oh my, Ashley, you look very pretty," mom complimented.
   I turned around to see what the hubbub was about, and I nearly toppled
over at the sight of my sister.  "Pretty" didn't do her justice.  Ashley
wore a long-sleeved pink shirt with an outer white tank top that had a big
red silhouette of a heart in the middle.  Her tight jeans were faded at the
knees and flared at the bottom.  Surrounding her neck was a thin gold
necklace.  Hanging from her ears were matching gold hoops.  The most unique
part of her ensemble was the red-flowered scarf tied around her beautiful
hair.  The long ends of the cotton fabric hung over her left shoulder.  A
curtain of yellow bangs cascaded across her forehead beneath the accessory.
"Smoking hot" was a much more accurate phrase to describe her look.  Ashley
wasn't the type of girl to wear anything too revealing, but that didn't
mean she didn't know how to dress alluringly.  Besides, with a face as
gorgeous as hers, that's the only part of her body she needed to show off.
   "Aren't you two only going out for a bit to get ice cream?" mom asked.
   "Yeah, but I want to look good for Brian." She sarcastically added,
"It's very hard to keep us with his fashion sense."
   I took a quick gander at my attire and noticed I was wearing the same
clothes since I had gotten out of bed.  "All right, all right, I get the
picture.  Let me put on some new duds."
   Ashley waved me off as I sprinted toward my room.  I grabbed the first
pair of jeans and clean shirt I could find scattered in my closet. 
Checking myself in the mirror to ensure I didn't have any leftovers on my
face, I sprayed myself with some deodorant.  Satisfied I was acceptable for
a public appearance, I headed back to the living room.
   As I neared the family, I heard my dad finally commenting on Ashley's
outfit.  "Whoa Ashley, you look exceptional.  If you weren't my daughter,
meow." He must've been too busy watching the sports news to have noticed
earlier.
   "Richard, don't say things like that." My mom slapped him hard on the
arm.  Repeatedly.
   "Ow ow ow, I'm kidding, I'm kidding.  I'm just trying to give her a
compliment." Dad flinched from the assault and raised his arms to shield
himself.
   I tiptoed to Ashley who was now sitting in my chair.  I tapped her
shoulder and whispered, "Let's get going.  This might get ugly."
   Ashley giggled in agreement and slung Nicole's backpack over her right
shoulder.  As we made our way out the front door, I grabbed the car keys
from the key rack and stole one more glance at out parents.  Dad had mom on
top of him and they were sharing a playful kiss.  I shut the door quietly
and hoped Ashley and I would be doing that again very soon.
   "Hurry up," Ashley shouted.
   "I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your horses."
   Ashley was leaning on the front of my dark blue car with her right hand
on the hood and the other on her hip.  She looked like a model out of an
auto magazine, but with more clothing and a less than stellar car.  I
jogged down to the sidewalk and unlocked the passenger door.  As I held it
open, she quipped, "Such a gentleman."
   "Anything for you, ma'am." I ran around to the driver seat and off we
went.
   * * *
   Brenda's house was a short three-minute drive from ours.
   "I'll be right back," I told Ashley as I parked the car along the side.
   "It's okay, I'll do it."
   "Let me handle it, Sis, I-" Ashley ignored me and turned around to crawl
between the seats, displaying her marvelous ass inches from my face.  I
stared in awe, praying I'd be able to see it in the flesh in my immediate
future.  My hands were itching to grope the soft curves, ready to pounce on
the pink butterflies stitched on each of her back pockets.  All I needed
was my sis to give me the command and I'd be on her in a heartbeat.  "Touch
me, feel me, I'm all yours," she would cry.
   It should've taken her only two seconds to grab the backpack, but she
wiggled her butt to-and-fro for at least twenty.
   "Got it," Ashley said.  She sat down and held up the bag to show she
actually had a motive for tormenting me.  "You should close your mouth. 
It's going to get dry."
   I snapped out of my reverie and watched Ashley approach the house.  She
knocked on the door and a tall woman, maybe Brenda's mom or older sister,
greeted her.  Nikky poked her head out and waved at me.  The three of them
shared a short exchange of words, and in less than a minute, Ashley was
back in the passenger seat.
   "Step on it, I'm hungry for dessert."
   "I'm going, I'm going.  Let me put on some tunes first."
   My parents bought me the car when I graduated from high school.  It
wasn't anything flashy, but it was clean and it worked, which was almost
all that mattered.  The biggest requirement for me was a good stereo
system, which it didn't have.  I was pretty bummed at first, but the car
was free and I learned to never look a gift horse in the mouth.  I made
some special contacts with my piggy bank and Nicole--who knew a twelve-year
old could have so much Birthday money--and obtained the funds to upgrade
the system.  Now, despite its plain exterior, it had a slick interior with
lots of useless lights, a satellite radio, and a nifty navigation system
that I hardly ever used.
   "Ooh, I love this song.  I was listening to it earlier before you came
in." Ashley turned up the loud volume even higher.  The song was Andre
Tanneberger's "Summer Rain."
   My sister used to favor the mainstream MTV music, but after forcing her
to listen to my vocal trance DJs when I picked her up from school, she
started to really get into it and asked if I would lend her my CDs.  I was
more than happy to contribute; I wanted to share as many interests with her
as I could.  Anything that would let me spend more time with her was a good
thing in my book.  She hadn't given up on the other music genres, but her
tastes had vastly expanded.
   Ashley sang along to the lyrics, "'She builds you up, and tears you
down, she's that queen without a crown, just like summer rain...'"
   Although we didn't say a thing to each other for the rest of the ride, I
enjoyed having her company.  Hearing her quote the words perfectly to the
next five songs was more than enough satisfaction for me.
   As the current track ended, we arrived at a pearly white ice cream
parlor.  Upon opening the shop's door, I felt a cool breeze hitting every
part of me.  The inside was chilly and I rubbed my palms together.  Ashley
saw me shivering and wrapped her left arm behind my back, giving me a
tender hug.  I suddenly felt warm and cozy again.  It was a Saturday night,
yet only five other customers were with us in the quiet building--a mom
trying to calm down her two wailing kids and a couple sitting at a corner
booth.
   Ashley and I strolled down the counter aisle, peering through the glass
covers at all the wondrous flavors.  At the front were the classics like
chocolate and vanilla.  Further down were the newer favorites of mint
chocolate chip and rocky road.  Near the end were the exotic New York
cheesecake and lemon custard.  Since I preferred the simpler favors, I
turned around to the front, almost bumping into Ashley.  She was bent over
at the waist, her nose inches from the frosty window.  Her back was arched,
both palms on the cover, causing her heart-shaped butt to stand out.
   "Mmm, this flavor looks so good.  Oh, and that one.  Don't you think so,
Bry?"
   "Yeah, it looks really good." I, of course, wasn't referring to the ice
cream.  No way could I be thinking about anything other than Ashley.  I
must've observed my sister for no less than half a minute, but when I felt
myself getting a hard-on, I immediately turned away to alleviate it.  I
ended up facing the couple at the far wall and caught the guy staring at my
sister.  I couldn't blame him.  You'd have to be crazy not to be attracted
to her.  He was eventually brought back to reality when his girlfriend said
something to him.  I assumed it was his girlfriend.  They could've been
close friends, or they were like us, two siblings out for ice cream. 
Considering what Ashley and I were doing, it didn't seem very farfetched.
   I paced to the front of the parlor while taking a nice long view at my
sister's backside.  My erection hastily returned.  Pulling my eyes away to
prevent an embarrassing accident, I saw an elderly woman approach me from
behind the counter, asking if I was ready to order.  Thankfully she
couldn't see my lower half.
   "Hey Ashley, are you ready to order yet?" I peered at my sister as she
stood upright, her hands on her hips.
   "Yeah, I think so.  Are you?"
   "Yep, I am.  Go ahead and order first." I walked toward Ashley and the
woman followed me from the other side.
   "I'll have a large waffle cone with two scoops of strawberry and two
scoops of cookies and cream." She licked her lips as the woman dug up four
very large scoops of ice cream in alternating flavors.  The monstrous treat
must've been at least ten inches high.
   "Wow, can you eat all that?"
   She took the cone from the woman.  "Not sure, but it doesn't hurt to
try."
   "How about you, sir?  What would you like?"
   "I'll have the Oreo cookies and cream shake.  Make it a large--no, extra
large.  And that'll be all."
   "Ok sir, come to the front register and I'll have your drink ready in a
few minutes."
   I thanked the lady and headed to the front where Ashley was already
waiting.  As I got closer, I watched my sister slowly lick the top scoop of
white cream.  She delicately tasted every part of it, leaving a glimmering
coat of saliva.  Ashley stared back at me, revealing a small smile with a
clump of vanilla on the tip of her tongue.
   "Here you are, sir.  The total will be eight dollars and sixty-seven
cents.  Sir?  Sir?"
   "Huh?  Oh--ahem--sorry, what's the, uh, total again?"
   "Eight dollars and sixty-seven cents," the woman repeated.
   I rummaged my pockets for the twenty dad had given us.  That is, until I
realized my terrible mishap.  "Oh shoot, I left the money in my shorts when
I changed.  Ashley, you won't-"
   "Won't happen to have some money?  Yeah, I do." Ashley slipped two
fingers into her back pocked and fished out a ten-dollar bill.  "Here you
are, ma'am.  Excuse my dopey boyfriend.  He can be so careless." The two of
them chuckled as the woman handed Ashley her change.  I numbly grabbed my
drink and followed her out of the parlor.
   "Why are you walking so slow?" Ashley asked from her side of the car.
   "No reason.  I'm just, uh, surprised at how big this drink is." Truth be
told, I was more surprised at what she had called me in there.  A
boyfriend. I was my sister's boyfriend.  It might've been a joke, but with
all that transpired so far I guess I really was.  The cashier didn't
suspect anything.  Even in public, my sister had no problem with us being
seen together that way.
   "Hey, Tiger?"
   I fumbled with the keys and almost dropped my slippery cup.  "Yeah,
Ashley?"
   "Thanks.  I really appreciate this."
   "What for?  I should be thanking you for saving my butt."
   Giggling, she replied, "Yeah, maybe."
   Finally unlocking the doors, the two of us slipped inside.
   * * *
   "Hey Brian, take a few licks of my ice cream.  I don't think I can
finish it all." Ashley waved her half-eaten dessert in front of my face.
   "Whoa, be careful.  That cone is huge and it's blocking the road."
   "We're at a red light.  Have a little taste."
   I held up my drink.  "This is tasty enough for me."
   "But don't you want real ice cream?  Something you can lick and take a
bite out of?"
   "I do, but I'm driving and I don't want to accidentally make a mess in
my car."
   "Aren't you worried I might make a mess?"
   "Nope."
   "And why not?" Ashley moved the cone away from me and tasted it.  I
watched her intently, memorizing every flick of her tongue.  She stopped
momentarily.  "Green light."
   "Huh?"
   "Green light.  Go." Several horns honked behind us.  I slammed my foot
onto the pedal.  "You're dozing off a lot today.  I hope I'm not
distracting you."
   "Not at all," I lied.  "I'm just feeling a little tired.  A massage
would be really nice, though."
   "Mmm, a massage would be nice.  I think I could use one.  You'll come by
my room tonight and give me one?"
   "If you insist, sure.  After a shower I'll--wait, what?  I meant me."
   "Unh-uh, Tiger, too late.  Here, have some of my ice cream. 
Strawberries are good for you."
   Ashley waved her cone in front of me again.  This time I gave in.  "Mmm,
that is good.  Let me have some of the cone." She twirled it around so I
could bite it without dipping my nose into the cream.  As she did this,
some of the vanilla from the cookies and cream melted off and fell onto the
front of my jeans.
   Ashley sprung out of her seat as if it had fallen on her instead. 
"Oops, sorry about that."
   The next light turned red and I stopped the car.  "Ah dang.  Better me
than the car, I guess.  There should be some napkins in the side cabinet."
   "Don't worry, I'll clean it up." Ashley reached between my legs with her
left hand.
   "Ashley, what are you-" Sticking two fingers out, she pressed them
squarely onto my jeans and wiped off the cool, white cream.  It streamed
down her fingers as she brought her hand to her mouth.  A small web formed
amidst her fingers as they spread apart.  Her tongue lapped between and
around the base before inserting her digits into her mouth.  She sucked
them clean.
   "Mmm, yummy," she squealed.  "Can't let any go to waste."
   My erection strained against my jeans.  "Um, yeah," I gulped, "can't
waste it."
   Ashley peered ahead of us.  "Green light."
   "What?"
   "I mean go."
   Several more car horns honked behind us.  "Oh, right." I did my best to
concentrate on the drive home.  Other than crossing a stop sign because I
was too busy watching Ashley finish her dessert, I thought I did a good job
of preventing traffic problems for the remainder of the ride.
   * * *
   "Hey mom, hey dad, we're home," Ashley announced.
   "Hey kids," mom greeted, "hope you had a good time." She was lying with
her feet in dad's lap.
   I flopped down on the sofa chair.  "It was only ice cream.  It wasn't
like we went to the movies or mall."
   Ashley took a seat on my armrest and leaned against the back of the
chair.
   "Judging by your sister's smile, it looked like a lot more than that. 
Or maybe it has something to do with that stain on your pants?"
   "Oh, this.  I, uh, spilled my shake on the ride home." I was surprised
mom was able to see it in the dimly lit room.  The only source of light in
the living room came from the television screen.
   Ashley piped up, "No, he didn't.  I forced him have a taste of my ice
cream and I got a little careless.  You don't have to make excuses for me,
Brian." She wrapped herself around my head and hugged me tightly, squeezing
me into the side of her breast.  The contact was brief, and she let go
before I could appreciate it.
   "Well, how about watching the rest of this movie with your father and
me." Our mom glanced at our dad who was almost ready to pass out.  "Or
maybe just me.  He'll fall asleep any second and I can use some livelier
company."
   "Yeah, sure.  What are we watching?" Ashley asked.
   "House of Flying Daggers.  I thought it'd be festive to stick with the
oriental theme."
   "I'm going to pass on the movie for now," I said.  "I need to take a
shower.  But I'll be back before the movie's over."
   Ashley got off the armrest to make space for me to stand up.  I went to
my room to gather my sleepwear and headed to the bathroom for a hot, steamy
shower.
   Being alone, I was able to take some time to reflect on the last
twenty-four hours of my life.  More had happened within that time span than
my entire two years of college.  Heck, I might as well have included high
school and grade school.  Nothing could've compared to how I was feeling. I
had never been happier, having a girl who loved me as much as I loved her,
who understood and wanted to be near me, and was a blast to hang out with.
   Normally I took twenty-minute showers, but my impatience made it
unbearable to be in there for more than five.  I needed to get back into
the living room.  Ashley was waiting for me.  I hopped out of the stall,
threw on my clothes, realized I had forgotten to dry myself, and wasted
another few minutes properly getting ready.  I tossed my dirty laundry into
my room and raced back to the family.
   The first person I saw was Ashley.  She had moved to the other side of
the living room and was lying on her side on the smaller two-seated couch.
Her scarf and outer tank top were hanging over the backrest and her hair
was draped over her eyes.  My parents were in the same positions I had last
saw them in.  I sat down on the lone sofa chair, the squeaking leather
foiling my attempt to arrive unnoticed.
   Ashley brushed her hair away.  Looking toward me, she said, "Don't sit
there alone.  Come here and lie down with me."
   As much as I wanted to, it seemed like a strange request because our
parents were five feet away.  Dad was completely asleep, but mom was still
wide-awake.  I nodded "no" but Ashley wasn't content with my response.  She
wetted her lips and beckoned me over with her right finger.  Who could
resist a gesture like that?  Peeking over at my mom, I found her fixated
with the movie.  I decided to go with the flow and join my sister.
   Ashley sat up to make room for me to slip in.  It felt a little awkward,
having never lain down like this before.  I wasn't even sure if the couch
could accommodate the two of us in it together.  As I tried to get
comfortable, a small flying pillow hit me directly in the face.  I heard
the two sets of giggles.  Mom had tossed an extra pillow from her couch. 
At least I knew she was aware of what we're trying to do.
   When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.  I fluffed my pillow and
rested my head on the armrest.  Ashley used a pillow from our couch to lie
on the cushion, allowing me to watch the movie unobstructed, though the
chances of me paying attention to it were nil.
   It took a bit of adjusting to get settled in.  Ultimately we ended up on
our sides with me against the backrest and Ashley against me.  I felt even
more nervous being this close to her with our parents so near.  The
physical contact was what I was waiting hours for since dad came home, but
I didn't anticipate it would be out in the open.
   As the daggers flew and swords clashed onscreen, it seemed Ashley didn't
have any further plans to spice things up.  She lay perfectly still, hardly
making a sound.  I suspected she thought it wasn't a good idea to try
something frisky with our mother nearby, even though she didn't show much
restraint with our dad.  In a way I was disappointed and relieved at the
same time--disappointed I'd have to wait for the movie to finish, relieved
Ashley was aware of our parents.
   Up till now, I had done my best to keep my hands idle.  This was no
simple task when there's an irresistibly hot girl lying with you.  I soon
regretted my stance on the situation.  Parents or no parents I wanted to
touch, hold, and fondle her.  The movie did nothing to draw my thoughts
away from Ashley.  Her amazing curves, her perfectly pampered hair, her
calm, heaving chest...  she looked more beautiful by the minute.
   I got so caught up in my deliriousness I somehow missed the part where
Ashley had taken my right hand in hers and wrapped it around her waist. 
She held it tightly above her stomach, an inch from her bust.  I waited
patiently for her next move, letting Ashley take full control of my body
for whatever she wanted to do.  At this point, I was willing to go along
with anything.  My excitement grew at the prospect of something more
intimate happening.  Our parents might as well be a million miles away.  If
Ashley ripped off her shirt right then and there and threw it in mom's
face, I wouldn't have done a thing to stop her.  As I redrew the glorious
picture of her breasts in a maroon laced bra, my excitement doubled,
generating a renewed erection in my shorts.
   Ashley fidgeted, and although I could only see the side of her face, her
expression remained solid.  There was no way she couldn't have felt it
nudged against her butt cheeks.  To my dismay, she let go of my hand.  I
worried that my member was scaring her away and our engagement would come
to an abrupt end.  But there was nothing I could do to ease the blood
coursing through my veins.  I wasn't getting going to get softer; I was
only going to get harder.  The more I thought about my sister cuddled
against me with our parents a few feet away, the more engorged my cock
became.  Luckily for me, as her butt wiggled against my groin, it appeared
she was ready to indulge her own desires.
   When Ashley lowered her right hand between her legs and cupped her
crotch, I let out a sharp puff of air.  For the first time since we had
lain down, she looked up at me.  Tearing my eyes painfully away from her
hand, I returned her stare.  She pursed her lips and whistled softly,
cautioning me to be silent.  I nodded, unsure of just how quiet I could be
when I was ready to blow any second.  Ashley continued to "watch" the
movie, and I continued to watch her.  My heart was pounding louder than a
jackhammer.  It was the only thing I could hear barring the foreign
language coming from the TV.
   I couldn't believe how wild my precious Ashley was as she rubbed circles
over her mound.  There we were in the living room, our parents sitting on
the couch next to us, and my sister was diddling herself.  What else could
she be doing with her hand down there?  Any possibility she was just
scratching an itch flew out the window when she pinched her zipper and
tugged it open.  My jaw dropped.  I gulped as her thumb slipped into the
opening.  Ashley rubbed slowly, gasping short, rapid breaths.  I looked
down at her face, finding her eyes closed shut.  My sister was completely
lost in her own pleasure.
   I quickly glanced toward the other couch and found my mother still
facing the screen.  If she were to look our way for even a second, she
would be able to see where Ashley's thumb was tucked away.
   "Ash, Ashley," I whispered.  For a moment, I thought I got through to
her.  She withdrew her hand from her jeans and placed it on mine.  A warm
wetness trickled onto my palm.  I thought she was done, but my breather was
short-lived.  Ashley was nowhere close to finishing what she had started.
She wasted no time in lowering my hand to her crotch.
   The moisture I felt on her jeans was unmistakable; she was getting
horny. For this much of her juices to have seeped through her underwear
must mean she's gushing like a river.  Assuming she was wearing any, that
is.  Maybe she didn't have any one and it's a normal amount.  Either way,
both sounded superb.
   It didn't take long for Ashley to hum her all-too familiar moans.  As if
daring me to continue, she let go of my hand.  I greatly wanted to, but
whether doing so was such good idea in our predicament was an entirely
different matter.
   "Ashley.  Ashley," I chanted in her ear.
   With her eyes still shut, my sister turned toward me until she lay flat
on the couch, her left shoulder floating off the edge.  I wrapped my right
arm around her body to prevent her from falling.  She reinforced herself by
holding onto my waist.  Her lips barely fluttered as she whispered, "Yeah?"
   "Ash, look at me." I anxiously watched her eyes awaken, like a marvelous
unearthing of the richest treasures.  The vision of her angelic faced
overwhelmed everything I wanted to say, everything I was thinking.
   Ashley raised her head toward me in search of the words I couldn't tell
her.  Having her face so close to mine merely made it harder for me to find
my voice.  Tired of waiting, or mistaking my silence as another sign, she
kissed me on the lips.  The kiss was short compared to the ones we had
earlier, but it was just as memorable.
   "Let's go to your room," Ashley mumbled.
   "What about-"
   "Mom's asleep."
   "She can't be." I propped myself on the armrest to verify what Ashley
had told me.  Getting a clear look at mom's face wasn't easy.  Her head was
reclined on the far end of the couch.  But lo and behold Ashley was
absolutely right.  Our mother had surrendered to the same deep sleep that
had overtaken our dad.  "How did you--never mind, let's go." I didn't care
how she knew mom was asleep.  My first priority was getting out of there.
   Ashley grabbed her scarf and tossed it around my neck as she stood. 
Holding onto both ends, she pulled me up to her, dragging me through the
living room like I was a lovesick puppy.  Her hips swung widely,
exaggerated for my enjoyment.  She looked over her shoulder, shooting me a
smile.
   Stepping into my room, Ashley promptly locked the door behind us.  The
magical click secured our privacy from any pesky intruders.  Not bothering
with the light switch, she led me a little further to the bed.  She let go
of the scarf, crawling on all fours over the mattress.  The moon shone just
enough to illuminate her lustrous curves.
   "Tiger, do I need to say it again?"
   I leaned onto my desk, taken aback by her slinky movements.  "Um, say
what?"
   Ashley stopped with her butt raised high in my direction.  "Come join
me."
   "Oh sweet goodness," I thought, "it's finally going to happen tonight.
It has taken twenty long years but now it's all coming together.  I never
could've imagined my esteemed sister to be the one to rid of this burden."
   Then it dawned on me.  "Ah crap, what am I thinking?  I'm not ready for
this.  Twenty long years and not a single minute of it went to preparing
for tonight.  No condoms, no jazz music, no candles, rose petals, or
anything else romantic, and not a damn clue on what to do when our clothes
fly off.  Should I even have a plan for something like sex?  I could've at
least read some advice columns on how to please my girl.  But how should I
know I'll need such vital information so soon?  Dad, why didn't you teach
me the important stuff like how to please your sister instead of that
so-called morality and virtue?  Oh god, I can't believe I'm stooping so low
as to want my father to give me sex advice." It's a bit overdramatic, as I
didn't really think all that at the time, but my stress was very much a
real danger.
   Whatever I wound up thinking about out must've taken a long time to
process because the next thing I remembered was a pillow thrown at my head
for the second time that evening.  It knocked me into my leather chair. 
"What's up, Tiger?  You look a little sick." Ashley turned on the lamp by
my bed, leaving it at its lowest setting.  She crawled to the edge of the
bed and inspected my change in attitude.  "Although 'a little' is probably
an understatement."
   "Ashley, I...  I don't..."
   "Don't what?" My sister sat closer, her feet on the warm floor.  "Did I
do something wrong?"
   "No, no way.  You didn't do anything wrong.  It's just, I'm not sure
about doing this."
   "Doing...  what?"
   "Don't do that, Sis.  You know what I mean.  I'm still..."
   "Worried about out there?  I'm not that crazy.  If there was any chance
of getting caught I-"
   "No, that's not what I'm talking about either.  I'm...  ok, I'm just
going to say it." She leaned forward, ensuring she wouldn't miss a single
word.  I took a deep breath and divulged, "I'm a virgin."
   Ashley furrowed her eyebrows.  Her head craned to the right.  I could
feel her eyes drilling into my skull.  It was uncanny having her stare at
me so distinctly.  The mix of emotions on her face made it hard to discern
what she had on her mind.  The way she curiously wiggled her nose clashed
with the mischievous licking and biting of her lower lip.  At last she
asked, "Oh Tiger, why did you have to go and tell me something like that?"
   "Um, isn't that something I should be telling you?  Before we finally do
it, I mean.  I don't want to mislead your expectations or anything."
   "Tiger...  Brian." Ashley's face bounced to normal as she placed her
hands on my knees.  "I don't expect anything from you.  You've done so much
for me already that asking for any more would be selfish and greedy.  I
want to be your perfect little sister." She rubbed her right foot against
the inside of my left ankle.  "I still am, aren't I?"
   I felt better after hearing that.  "Yeah, Ash, you're my perfect little
sister."
   "Good, I want to keep it that way." Ashley took her hands off me and
leaned backwards, using her arms to support her from behind.  "What did you
think was going to happen tonight?"
   "Huh?  Nothing.  Nothing at all."
   "Come on, you must've been expecting something if you felt the need to
share a big secret like that to me."
   "Is there any way for me to take back what I said?"
   "Nope.  You're not leaving my sight until you tell me exactly what
you've been thinking about."
   "That's not fair.  I already revealed one secret.  Isn't that enough for
tonight?  If anything, you should be telling me one of yours."
   Ashley flirtatiously swirled her tongue over her lips.  "Ok, sure."
   Now it was my turn to furrow my brows.  "Really, you mean it?  No
comeback, no strings attached?  You're just going tell me one?
   "Yep, ask me anything," she beamed, kicking her feet in an alternating
rhythm.
   Her offer sent me reeling to the floor.  Since when did girls give up
classified information on a whim?  There must've a hidden price of
admission I was missing.  I went over her last few lines but failed to find
any loopholes.  Studying her keen face the way she had studied mine, I came
to the conclusion she was one hundred percent serious about the proposal.
   As the notion had never occurred to me before, I needed time to come up
with an eloquent question.  My sister made her feelings for me pretty
clear, so that slimmed my choices down by a considerable amount.  That left
me with 'What color are your panties' and...
   "If we did do what I thought we were going to do, would I have been your
first?" Although I had refused to explain my reasoning for telling her what
I did, I was confident she would pick up on my intent.
   "If," Ashley clearly emphasized, "we did do what you thought we were
going to do, then...  yes."
   A huge wave of relief washed over me.  I knew it wasn't supposed to be
any of my business, yet I couldn't help but feel delighted at the news. 
When my sister said she had a crush on me, she loyally meant it.  By no
means did I consider myself the perfect catch, but I could never be truly
happy with out relationship if I wasn't going to be her first.  Despite our
closeness with one another, her love life had been kept very low-key from
me.  I always felt if she ever wanted to talk about the subject, she would
bring it up first.  I had never pestered her about that special someone and
she had never pestered me about mine.  It wasn't until that morning we told
each other everything we've wanted to hear.
   "Can I ask you another question?" I blurted.
   Ashley smiled at my optimism.  "Go for it, Tiger."
   "How did you get damn sexy?  It's impossible for me to keep my eyes off
you."
   "You really think I'm sexy?"
   My sister had to be kidding me.  How could I say no having survived her
relentless frolicking and foreplay?  "Yeah, I do."
   "Maybe I should save that answer for another time, or at least until you
tell me another secret of yours?" Ashley sensed from my blank expression I
had nothing else to share.  "Well, to be honest, whenever I'm around you, I
want your eyes on me.  I love having your attention, to be all you can
think about.  And when I know I'm on your mind, I feel like the sexiest
girl in the world.  It's because of you I act this way.  I know I said I
shouldn't ask more of you, but I guess it's just a lie.  Your devotion will
always be what I want."
   Her answer was infinitely more personal than I had anticipated.  Time
and time again, she amazed me with her pure emotions.  "I don't know what
to say, Ash, I-I'm...  what happened to waiting for some other time?"
   Smiling, she assured, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want
to, but there's one more thing I need to tell you."
   "You can tell me anything."
   Ashley got off her arms and reached forward to hold my hands between us.
"I'm not ready for tonight either.  I hope you're not disappointed."
   I entwined her fingers in mine.  "Disappointed?  This is the single
greatest day of my life.  There's absolutely nothing that could change that
fact.  I should never try to pressure you into anything you don't want to
do.  After all, it's my job to protect you from those types of guys."
   Looking down at our hands, she said, "I know, but it must be hard for
you to put up with all my teasing and not get any relief." The way she
accentuated "hard" left me wondering if she was really looking at our hands
or possibly even lower.
   My cheeks began to redden.  "Didn't you hear me?  You don't have to do
anything like that for me."
   "I heard you loud and clear.  But just because we're not ready for it
doesn't mean we can't have a different kind of fun."
   "Sounds intriguing.  What are you suggesting?"
   "Will you go along with whatever I decide?"
   "As long as it isn't painful.  You don't have any kinky fetishes I
should be watching out for, do you?"
   "What?  No." Ashley jumped away from me.  "I don't mean anything like
that.  Unless you're into it."
   "No, no, I'm fine with normal fun."
   "Okay, good." With a giggle, Ashley fell back onto her elbows and lifted
her sock-covered feet between my legs to my chair.  "Although I'm not sure
if you'll be able to call this 'normal' fun." Pointing her toes toward me,
she began to wiggle them into my crotch.  "Can you believe it's only eight?
I wonder if mom and dad are awake.  Maybe they went to their bedroom."
   "Um, ye-yeah.  Maybe." Ashley's feet danced dangerously close to my
erection.  It never fully subsided since we left the living room.
   In her infamously sweet voice, she asked, "Can you take off my socks for
me?" With a small nod, I pinched the tips of her toes and discarded the
feathery white rolls in the corner of my room.  "Now, about that massage
you promised me."
   I remembered our arrangement from the drive home but couldn't quite put
my finger on the promise part of the deal.  Regardless, with the way Ashley
was nibbling on her lower lip, I would've promised her anything.
   Attending to her left foot first, I pressed my thumbs on the pliable
flesh above her heel.  Every one of her toes curled inward as I kneaded in
small circular motions.
   "Isn't this fun, Tiger?"
   "Loads of fun." The devotion she sought from me was hers for the taking.
I wanted to give my princess the royal treatment she deserved.
   Continuing in circles with my left thumb, I plucked her tiny pinky toe
between my right fingers.  I wagged the toe back and forth a few times
before moving onto the next one.  I played with all five toes equally,
giving one no more and no less attention than the other.  If it hadn't been
for her soft moaning, I probably would've forgotten I was supposed to be
giving her a massage and toyed with her soft toes for hours on end.
   Having spent ample time on one foot, I found the other trembling in need
of my affection.  My eyes traced her ankles and slender legs to her hips
and smiling face.  She lay on her back with her hands above her head.  Her
pink tee had risen past her belly, uncovering a canvas of sinless skin. 
Her peach-colored curves were undeniable against the dark blue sheets.  The
gorgeous minx dozing on my bed enraptured my soul.
   "I love the way your eyes feast on me," Ashley purred, her sultry tone
masking her for an experienced woman twice her age.
   I grinned at the likelihood of feasting on her for real.  Her lips have
only been the appetizer for the main course.  I wanted to devour her supple
breasts.  I wanted to luxuriate in the small valley between them.  I wanted
to trail kisses down to her most private of areas and taste her greatest
inner desires.
   But I was getting ahead of myself.  I needed to finish giving my sister
the massage I promised her.  Focusing on the task at hand, I treated her
right food as majestically as I did her left.  Ashley squirmed more so than
she did a minute ago, even though my technique remained relatively
unchanged.
   "Scoot back a bit," I suggested.  Ashley bent her knees as I rolled my
chair toward the bed.  She crawled backwards until her legs lay flat on the
mattress.  "More comfortable?"
   She fluffed a pillow beneath her head.  "Mm-hmm.  You're so thoughtful."
   "I try to treat others the way I want to be treated."
   "That's a new one.  Did mom and dad teach you that?"
   "Yeah.  When I started kindergarten."
   Ashley giggled quietly.  "Mmm, this feels great.  I'll be sure to return
the favor."
   "Isn't this supposed to make up for the massage you gave me last night?"
   "That massage was more for me than it was for you.  It felt wicked
letting myself go on top my big hunky brother.  It wouldn't be fair to hold
it against you."
   I was so preoccupied with caressing her heels I almost missed what she
called me.  "Oh I can believe it all right.  But you shouldn't
underestimate your power over me.  It felt fantastic for me, too."
   "You really mean that?"
   "Best massage I ever had," I firmly replied.
   "You sure know how to make a girl feel like a million bucks."
   "Then I must be doing a crappy job with this massage 'cause you're worth
way more than that."
   I triumphantly evoked a laugh from my darling sibling.  "How easy is it
for you to make me laugh?  Because I can't stop doing it when I'm with
you."
   "I'm only telling you what I'm feeling.  There's nothing complicated
about that.  What I feel is...  what I feel.  It's as natural as
breathing."
   "There's a lot more to you than meets the eye."
   I chuckled through my nose.  Maybe I was more charming than I'd been
giving myself credit for.  My dates would disagree, but I wouldn't be
giving my sister a sensuous massage if I'd hit it off with some other girl.
Blessings in disguises, that's what they were.  Ashley's the only woman I
was destined to love.
   Glancing at my clock beside the bed, I figured I'd been caressing her
feet for over ten minutes.  It was more than I predicted, but the night was
still young and our fun didn't need to be rushed.  I would have all the
time in the universe to enjoy the rest of her body.
   I initially planned to caress her legs and up her thighs.  As I slipped
my hands through the flared sleeves of her jeans, my fingertips encountered
into a tricky obstacle.  "Ashley, I can't go any higher.  Your pants are
skintight."
   "What do you suggest we do?" she asked calmly, teetering on the brink of
full relaxation.
   "I could massage over your jeans, but I don't think you really want me
to do that." I demonstrated the shoddy technique by rubbing her calves
through the sturdy garment.  Compared to her skin, my palms felt like they
were scraping against sandpaper.
   "Isn't there another option?"
   I didn't bother sugarcoating what I wished for.  "You could take them
off."
   "Take them off?" Ashley feigned surprise.  "Is that all you can think
about?  Getting in my pants?"
   "It's only my advice.  If you rather keep them on, I can deal with
that."
   My words fell on deaf ears.  Ashley's hands descended to the front of
her jean.  Her agile fingers unbuckled the studded white leather belt.  As
the metal clasps came apart, she pulled the strap from around her waist.  A
glaring gold button gleamed below her more adorable belly button.  All it
took was a small snap to make the tiny barrier disappear from the picture.
   The only hurdle left was a thin row of copper teeth.  Pinching the
zipper handle, Ashley guided the key downwards, exposing an ever-growing
patch of pink with every opening of a hook.  Her hips rose from my bed. 
Inch by slow inch, she eased her pants down her thighs.  Letting go of her
ankles, I leaned back to enjoy the rest of the show.  Ashley stopped when
her jeans reached her knees.  "Can you help me finish?"
   I nodded, my shaky hands reaching for the waistband.  As I pulled it
down, I nearly came in my pants.  It was the simplest and most erotic
striptease I had ever seen.
   "Is this better for the massage?  I hope I didn't make it harder for
you."
   Ashley had no idea just how hard she made it for me.  God, she looked
un-fucking-believable.  I've done my fair share of groveling when she wore
tight shorts and hiphuggers, but nothing could've prepared me for the sight
of her in lace panties.  She posed with one leg straight out, the other
bent, and forearms crossed under her breasts.  The models in Victoria's
Secret catalogues couldn't compare to the sexiness of my sister.  Ashley
was a perfect pink wet dream, and I was quickly becoming a huge fan of the
color.
   "Let's forget the massage," she said, beckoning me with her hand. 
"There's something else I need right now."
   I eagerly wanted continue the massage now that Ashley was undressed from
the waist down, but considering she hadn't disappointed me yet, I decided
it would be in my interest to follow her lead.  I crawled on top of her,
keeping my eyes on her panties during the ascent.  Ashley cupped my chin
and steered me to her face.  She didn't need to give me any more orders on
what to do next.  I dove down to her lips and covered them with mine.
   An "mmmph" was the only sound Ashley could make.  Reaching under my
shirt, she wrapped her arms around my back and yanked me down until our
chests met.  Her hands moved along my spine, her nails grazing my muscles.
I may have initiated the kiss, but she was quick to take control.  She
rolled us over and lay on top me.  I held her hips and felt the thin string
of her underwear.  Moving lower, I grabbed two handfuls of her bare ass.
   "Ah, you're so naughty," she cried.
   "I can't help it.  You kind of have that effect on me."
   "No kidding.  Your cock is rock hard."
   It was the first time Ashley explicitly mentioned my cock, and the first
time I heard her say the word.  Hearing it in such a sweet voice drove me
into a frenzy.  I groped her flesh as her head dove to the base of my neck.
She licked upward to my mouth, sliding her hands out of my shirt.  One of
her hands joined the fun with mine on her ass.  The other slipped between
us to size up my hard-on.  My erection jumped at her touch.
   Ashley giggled into my mouth.  "Do you want me to take it out?"
   "Hell yes."
   "This is going be the first one I see up close.  I never expected it to
be yours, although I've dreamed about it so many times."
   "I could say the same.  There were a lot of things I haven't been
expecting until you flipped my world upside-down."
   "Was it for the better?"
   "Definitely."
   Ashley lifted herself off of me and sat between my legs on her knees. 
She grabbed the top of my shorts, pausing for a few seconds to stare at the
tent my erection made.  "It's already bigger than I imagined it would be."
I bent my knees and raised my hips as she had done earlier, allowing her to
pull my shorts down.  My cock bobbed beneath my boxers.  It was on the
verge of passing through the front opening.
   "The anticipation is killing me, Tiger."
   "Now you know how I feel every time I look at you."
   Ashley placed her right hand on my erection, tracing it down my left
thigh.  Her thumb pressed against the head through the flimsy fabric,
causing a bit of precum to spill out.  My sister could feel it being
absorbed into my boxers.  "And what would this fluid be?  A good sign, I
hope?" As she continued to stroke my cock, I struggled to hold in the rest
of my cum.  The feeling of a woman's hand on my erection was unreal, and
this was only the tip of the iceberg compared to what we may be doing in
the near future.
   Bending down for a closer inspection, Ashley sniffed the scent of my
cum. "The smell, it's so strong.  You barely orgasmed, too."
   "It's precum, not an orgasm, and I'm doing my best to control it."
   "Oh.  It seems you have a lot to teach me." Images of my sister in a
schoolgirl outfit flooded my mind.  My cock spurted two more drips of
precum.  "Wow, I felt it jump.  Don't tell me it gets bigger."
   "It's already bigger than normal."
   "Maybe if I let it out in the open, it'll have room to grow." My sister
released her grip on her new toy.  I raised my hips, aching to have her
take off my boxers.  Instead, she reached inside the slit, her fingertips
barely making contact with my hot cock.  Again, a spurt.  "Calm down,
Tiger, or else there won't be any left for me."
   I held my breath as Ashley gently grasped my cock in her fingers.  With
a tug, she pulled it out from its confines, finally visible to the goddess
that had caused it so many erections.  I expelled a sigh of relief for not
cumming instantly.
   "So this is what it looks like.  Have you ever measured it?" she asked.
   "I never got around to it," I lied.  The first time I became curious
about its size was when I was thirteen.  It had clearly grown since then,
now over half a foot long and a healthy girth all around.  I'd never been
as excited as I was at that moment, however, and I was willing to bet an
extra inch was added on.
   "I'll help you measure it the next time I see it." Ashley waved my
throbbing rod side to side, occasionally letting it go to watch it spring
back to its neutral position.  "Talk about hard.  This thing could really
hurt me if I smack it on my lips."
   Another dribble poured out.  Was she actually going to give me my first
blowjob?
   "Oh, and I'm only talking about it." She eased her grip on me, using
only her thumb to trace the length of my cock.  "Can I have a closer look?"
   Ashley leaned forward, her head hovering inches above the tip.  It took
all my willpower to refrain from letting loose all over her face.  But
damn, would I love to see her splattered in my cum.  I felt guilty for just
thinking about it.  I revered my sister endlessly, yet the image of her
soiled in my cream was all I could see.
   With the end of her left sleeve, my sister pressed it against the top of
my cock, soaking up the precum.  Bringing it to her mouth, she poked her
tongue out to lick it.  "Hmph, I think I need a bigger sample," she pouted.
"Is it weird I'm afraid to touch it but I want to taste it?" Her mouth
moved closer to the head until I could feel her breathing on it.  My dick
twitched at the sensation.  "Like that, huh?" She pursed her lips and blew
a hot stream of air over the tip.  Ashley reminded me of a ten year-old
blowing out the candles to a birthday cake.  The orange glow from the lamp
enhanced the illusion she really was in front of candlelight.  "How's your
nose?"
   I couldn't stop myself from laughing at her random question.  "My nose
is fine.  It doesn't feel a thing." My arms could've been ripped off and I
wouldn't notice them missing.
   "Good, so there's nothing bothering you."
   "Besides my urge to cum, nope, not a thing."
   "What's stopping you?" Ashley squeezed the base of cock between her
thumb and main finger.  "That is what I'm trying to get you to do."
   "Um, yeah, I can see that, but I'm trying to last as long as I can.  At
least until you, ah, do whatever it is you want to do with it."
   "Guess it's time for me to speed things up," she said, enclosing her
hand tightly around my burning shaft.
   "Ah fuck," I yelped.  My entire body jumped off the bed.
   "Oooh, I never knew it could get so hot.  I wonder what it'll feel like
inside of me."
   That was the breaking point.  I couldn't bear the pressure anymore.  It
didn't matter how tightly Ashley clasped onto my cock, my rush of thick cum
couldn't be contained.  The first stream shot out like a bullet, hitting
her under the chin and ending on the right of her neck.  Ashley moved her
body over my pulsating cock, aiming it toward her chest, but not before a
second spurt landed precisely center of her neck.  The next four blasts
plastered her shirt, leaving a huge coat of white.
   Ashley looked down at my still rock-solid shaft.  Her tight grip had
prevented me from completely emptying my load.  The gallon of goo on her
chest began to drip onto my boxers.  The milky globs beneath her chin
seeped into her shirt collar.
   "That was amazing.  I felt each spurt going through your cock as you
came.  There's so much of it, I could feel it on my skin.  It's even hotter
than your cock." Ashley wiped the remaining deposit of cum across her chest
with her left hand.  I couldn't tell if she was trying to clean it off or
smear it on.  "And it looks like I might get more.  Fuck, it's so sticky."
She held out her cum-covered palm to me.  Strands of white connected her
fingers together.  "Aren't you going to say something?"
   I had a few things I wanted to tell her, like how sexy she looked in my
spunk, how I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth and blow a proper load
over her face, how I wanted to bend her over and make sure we both lost our
virginity in a regal fuck we'd never forget.  As she retracted her hand to
observe my cum, I said, "That was a lot of fun."
   "Glad you enjoyed it.  I had fun, too." She sniffed her hand.  "I
thought the smell was strong before but this is way stronger.  It's like...
smells like...  well, I'm not sure what it smells like.  But it's something
I should get used to, right?  Since I'll be seeing a lot more of it."
   "How often do you think this will happen?"
   "Every week, every day, every hour," Ashley said, her right hand moving
along my pole.  "As long as it's with you, I don't care."
   "Every hour might be asking for a little too much but I think I can
manage every day."
   "My friends would get such a huge kick out of this if they knew what I'm
doing with you."
   "You're going to tell your friends about us?" I should've freaked out at
the possibility, but having my cock in her hand took the edge off things.
   "No, of course not.  They'd get jealous if I did.  How many girls can
say they have their own personal living sex toy one room away?"
   "Since when did I become a sex toy?"
   Ashley mistakenly thought I was being serious.  "I'm sorry, I didn't
think you would get mad at being-"
   "Mad?  Heck no, I actually like the idea of being called that.  Sure
beats being your dorky, nerdy brother."
   "'Dorky' and 'nerdy' count as one, remember?"
   "You are truly an amazing gal."
   Ashley smiled at the compliment.  It was the same smile that had
brightened my day on so many occasions before, yet this one seemed new and
different at the same time.  And no, it wasn't because of her white
necklace.
   Even in the midst of a slow handjob, our leisurely chitchat tamed my
lust, allowing me to enjoy her gentle touch the way she intended.  Ashley
stroked at a steady pace, but it was clear, looking into her eyes, she was
more fascinated with something else.  Opening and closing her cream-coated
hand, my sister tested my seed's stickiness.
   "Do you need a towel?" I asked her.
   "Unh-uh, that's the last thing I need.  This is a lot of fun to play
with."
   It was weird seeing her more interested in my cum than my cock, but if
it meant being jerked off until she got more of what she wanted, that was
perfectly fine with me.  I closed my eyes and relaxed in the comfort I was
in good hands.  Watching Ashley in her state of discovery had overloaded my
sense of sight.  Right now, I wanted to focus on her touch.
   "Hmm, guess I should taste it now."
   My eyes popped open immediately.  This was one thing I didn't want to
miss.
   "Awake now?  Want to see your baby sister taste her big brother's milk?"
   Like she wouldn't believe.  I nodded excitedly, our eyes locking
together.
   Ashley extended her tongue, licking from her wrist to the tip of her
middle finger.  Her stroking on my erection ceased, but her tight grip
remained.  She moved her hand away from her mouth, showing me the pool of
jizz on her curled tongue.
   "Ahhh," she sounded, pretending to be a patient at a doctor's office. 
As if my cum was her medicine, Ashley drew her tongue back, getting her
first real taste of heavy semen.  I observed the faint outline of her
tongue pushing against her cheeks as she rolled the goo around the inside
of her mouth.  She swallowed with a loud gulp, making sure I heard exactly
what she did.
   Ashley let out another "ahhh" with a seductive grin.  "Mmm, I can get
used to this.  I'm not even done eating it all and you're already giving me
more."
   I looked down at my rigid cock.  A thick white stream dribbled from the
tip, flowing over her thumb and onto my balls.  "Oh fuck," I muttered.
   Ashley vivaciously savored her second dessert of the evening.  Each lick
of her left hand came quicker and louder than the last.  When the final
glob entered her throat, she dreamily sighed, "This is so much yummier than
ice cream.  Do you mind if I get more?"
   Ashley didn't wait for my answer.  Switching her saliva-drenched hand
with the one slicked in precum, she sucked on her right thumb, humming
energetically.  My eyes didn't spend much time staring at her glistened
lips.  They were drawn to my erection, doused with the spit on her hands.
Thanks to the extra lubrication, my sister was able to stroke me more
vigorously.
   Until a couple minutes ago, I was pretty calm, thinking it'd be a while
before I was ready for another orgasm.  Ashley's willingness to please,
however, proved to be too much for me to handle and a new load of cum
churned inside of me, ready to erupt any second.
   Although only her thumb had been covered in my seed, Ashley licked her
entire right hand.  As she reached for my cock, I understood why she was
eager to wet her palm and fingers.  I held my breath in anticipation.  With
one hand over the other, she double-fisted my shaft.
   "Goddamn," I groaned, wincing at the mercy of an angel.  Ashley twisted
her hands around my pole, the sounds of her wet stroking permeating
throughout the room.  Treading on the verge of another outburst, I closed
my eyes, hoping I might be able to suppress my urges if I couldn't see her.
But my plan failed miserably.  My nerves magnified, taking in the full
potency of Ashley's touch.
   Right before I was about to explode, Ashley removed her top hand from my
cock.  I didn't know whether I should be begging her to put it back or be
grateful to her for letting go.  Opening my eyes to see where her other
hand went, I moaned at the erotic imagery in front of me.  Ashley had her
head tilted back, her teeth over her lower lip, and her fingers deep inside
her panties, rubbing her pussy raw.
   The air was filled with the musky scent of our juices.  The sloppy
noises of our fluids splashing against skin echoed off the walls.
   Shamelessly, she pleaded, "Cum for me, Tiger, I'm so wet for you.  Let
me have it."
   "Fuck, this feels so incredible.  I can't hold it in."
   "Don't hold it in.  Don't make me wait." Her hand became a blur on my
cock.  "I need you to cum for me.  Please show your sister how much you
love her.  Show her you'll do anything for her.  Cover her in your hot cum.
I'm yours forever."
   Her intense words defiled my mind with desires to shower every inch of
her in my spunk.  Her lips, ass, chest, and hair...  no part of her body
would be safe from my hormones.  It'd happen soon, we both knew it.  We
both wanted it.
   "I'm gonna, I'm gonna...  oh shit, here it comes."
   "Yes, give it to me." Ashley lowered her face over my cock, her mouth
wide-open with her tongue sticking out.
   "Oh god." I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  My sister was craving
for me to give her a milky facial.  Like a rocket, my first blast launched
straight up to her top lip, most of it landing on her tongue.
   My sister didn't slow her stroking one bit as I discharged my load. 
Instead, she stroked my shaft more furiously, causing the second blast to
completely miss her mouth and splatter her right cheek.  The next shot
didn't come any closer to hitting its mark.  It coated the upper part of
her nose.  Aiming lower, the fourth spurt found its target perfectly,
firing into her waiting mouth.
   None of my fantasies could compare to watching my sister receive an
actual face full of gooey cum.  I released so much of my cream on her
pretty features, I felt like I was having a third orgasm.  After she
received my fifth, sixth, and seventh rope of jizz, my sister became almost
unrecognizable.  Her lower mouth was completely covered in my sperm.  It
started to drip from her chin.  My eighth and final spurt left a long trail
of cum stretching from under her nose to her left eye.
   The entire time I was gushing, Ashley had her eyes shut.
   My sister sat silently, her chest heaving in sync with mine.  Using her
fingers, she scooped up the dense liquid from her chin to her mouth.  The
amount of cum was staggering.  It almost overfilled her jaw.  Ashley wiped
the remaining goo off her cheeks and shoved it into her mouth, leaving the
biggest mess above her nose alone.  In one mighty gulp, she swallowed the
massive load.  I wouldn't be able to jerk off a decent dose for the next
two weeks, but seeing her glazed face was well worth the fee.
   "Brian..." Ashley whispered.
   "Yes?  What is it?"
   "I'm tired."
   Ashley collapsed between my legs, her head inches from my softening
member.  Her left cheek was reapplied with the cum on my boxers that had
fallen from her face.  Taking deep breaths to get my heart rate back to
normal, I forced myself to sit up.  I felt pitifully weak, more so than the
previous night.  Cradling her shoulders, I gently laid my sister on her
back.  I observed both of her hands.  One was covered in my cum, the other
in a clearer, slicker fluid.
   I crept to my desk in search of a tissue box, only to find an empty spot
for where I normally kept mine.  Ashley must've taken it earlier for my
accident.  Grabbing a small hand towel from my drawer, I dabbed it along
her face and neck, trying my hardest not to disturb her slumber.  I
couldn't clean her perfectly since my cum had already begun drying on her
neck, but it was enough to veil what we'd been doing.
   "Oh man," I sighed, "I need a drink." Changing out of my cumstained
boxers, I headed to the kitchen for a can of soda.
   Much to my surprise, when I passed the living room, I learned my parents
still asleep.  "They won't suspect a thing," I thought fortunately.
   Opening the refrigerator door was like opening the gates to a miniature
version of heaven.  A bright light, a cool chill, and a dozen cans of Pepsi
awaited me on the other side.  Heaven couldn't really be heaven without
Ashley, but the fridge came in a close second.  I grabbed a can, broke in
the lid, and drank half the beverage before succumbing to brain freezes. 
Unsure of how long my sister's nap would last, I snatched another can for
her just in case.
   "Now what," I asked myself, placing the drinks on my desk.  My Saturday
nights had usually been spent battling virtual dragons with my online
buddies until nine or ten, at which point the evening would end in Ashley's
room doing whatever.  "Nine-fifteen.  Maybe I'll log on and see what
they're up to."
   What the hell was I thinking?  I just had two mind-blowing orgasms with
a total babe and now I was going to play a computer game?  What could I
say, it was my first time and I had no idea what I should've been doing
afterwards.
   Logging into my computer took an exceptionally long time.  I kept
mistyping the password.  "Damn it, I should just get rid of it.  I'm the
only one who uses my computer anyway." It took me ten error screens to
realize I had been entering my e-mail password.
   Shortly after my wallpaper loaded up, I heard footsteps from the
hallway, followed by mom's tired voice.  "I'm going to say good night to
the kids.  I'll be there in a second, Richy."
   Knock, knock.
   "Brian, Ashley, your father and I are heading to bed.  Is there anything
else you guys need?  Ashley's with you, right?"
   Normally we said our good nights face to face, but I had no intention of
getting up to open the door.  "Yeah, Ashley's here.  And no, we don't need
anything.  Good night, mom."
   Apparently she couldn't settle with saying good night through the door.
I heard the knob turning and swiveled my chair to watch it open.  "Okay,
good night, Brian.  Good night, Ash...  Brian, why is your sister in her
underwear?"
   Oh no, please no.  Don't tell me my mother really asked that.
   Looking over at Ashley, I nearly fell out of my chair.  How could I've
been so careless?  I forgot to cover my sister up.  The moist spots on her
shirt weren't visible in the low lighting, but her bare legs clad in pink
panties definitely were.  Exactly how was I supposed to break this down to
mom?
   "I can explain," I began.  "She and I were, I was..." My voice trailed
off as my brain drew blanks.  I couldn't come up with anything reasonable
to tell her.  Our intimacy had lasted less than a day and I already ruined
the whole affair.
   As grieve-stricken as I was, my mother's countenance hardly changed
since she intruded my room.  "You don't have to make excuses for her," she
assured.  "Your father and I haven't really cared much before but it looks
like I'll need to have a chat with her."
   Huh?  What was she talking about?  Did my parents suspect something?
   "Ashley always parades the house in her underwear during these summer
months.  Sometimes I wish I could do that when it gets increasingly hot,
but she needs to be a little more careful.  Other people live here as well.
And what if we have guests over, like you invited some of your friends."
   Frankly, I don't think my friends would complain if they saw Ashley in
her panties.  "Don't be hard on her, mom.  It doesn't bother me that much,
and I'm kind of used to it." Ain't that the truth.
   "Maybe so, but not all of us can be as strong-minded as you.  She's
still getting a lecture from me.  When she wakes up, tell her I what I
said, okay?  And Brian?"
   "Yes, mom?"
   "You should really open the window.  It smells a little damp in here."
   "Will do.  Good night."
   As my mom closed the door behind her, a soft voice called my name.
   I turned toward my bed.  "Ashley, did you hear all of that?"
   "Mm-hmm, all of it.  I thought it was pretty funny.  I can't believe you
didn't cover me up," she said, sitting up cross-legged.
   "Yeah, I can't believe it either.  I'm not very good at this, being my
first time and all."
   "It won't be the last." Ashley found the towel I had used to clean her
and wiped her hands dry with it.  "I have to admit, when mom asked you why
I was in my underwear, I got a little turned on."
   "You're kidding me." She shook her head in objection.  "Mom sounded
pretty serious for once."
   "When mom wants to have a talk, it's nothing more than a few lines of
her eternal wisdom," Ashley said sarcastically.  "We actually had this talk
already."
   "Yet you still parade around in your underwear?"
   "You told mom you don't mind."
   "I don't, but I'm worried one of these days I might lose control of
myself and do something I shouldn't.  Like when you're watch TV in the
living room in nothing but your tiny top and tiny shorts and...  well, you
get the idea."
   Ashley bit the end of her right finger.  "Not really.  Tell me more."
   "Um, it's just, you look so tempting at times I can't help it if I want
to see more of you."
   She uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs apart.  "How much more?"
Her panties, soaked in her juices, were nearly see-through.  There didn't
appear to be a single hair beneath the translucent fabric.
   "Th-that's plenty for now." I was miraculously getting hard again, but I
didn't want to push it any further.  Even if I were somehow able to cum for
a third time, there'd hardly be anything to spurt.
   "Okay, just let me know when." Closing her thighs, "Is that Pepsi for
me?"
   "Oh, yeah.  It is." I picked up the unopened can and tossed it in her
direction.  "I thought maybe you'd be thirsty."
   Ashley caught it easily in her lap.  "I think I had enough to drink
tonight." She brushed the can against her neck, wetting her skin with the
cold perspiration.  Raising the bottom of her shirt to her neck, she wiped
herself dry, revealing her taut abs.  "But something cooler would be nice."
   "You can say that again." We each took a sip of our sodas.
   My sis peered at the monitor behind me.  "What are you up to, Bry?"
   I swiveled to my mouse and keyboard.  "Nothing important.  I was about
to turn on some music.  Anything specific you want me to play?"
   "Anything with Jan Johnston.  Her vocals are amazing." I searched
through my music library and queued her tracks on a play list.  "It's easy
to fall asleep to this," Ashley continued.  "Sometimes I play her songs the
whole night so I can wake up to it in the morning." She fell backward onto
my bed.  "Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?"
   "Aren't you worried about what our parents would think if they saw us
sleeping together?"
   "Mom saw me sleeping in here already.  We can tell her you couldn't
carry me to my room, or you were watching TV while you waited for me and
fell asleep."
   Ashley could explain things so simply sometimes I wondered how her ideas
would ever work out.  Yet, for some reason, I always ended up going along
with them.  "Ok, but you'll need to put some clothes on.  It'll be weird if
they caught you still in your underwear."
   "Can I wear your clothes?  I don't want to leave for a second."
   "Um, sure.  I guess." I dashed to my dresser and dug for something that
would fit her.  Unearthing an old pair of high school gym shorts, I handed
them to her and suggested, "Try these on."
   Ashley held the waistband apart to inspect it.  "They're the same ones I
had to wear in school.  A few sizes too big but this will fit."
   I waited for her to try them on, but she just lay there staring at me.
"Aren't you going to put them on?"
   "I need a new shirt."
   "Oh, right." Smacking my forehead, I returned to the dresser and back
again with a simple gray cotton T-shirt.
   Ashley sat up to put them on.  "No peeking," she told me, waving a
finger in the air.  I found the request silly, having seen more than an
eyeful of her already, but stared at the ground anyway.  When her pink
shirt landed at my feet, she announced, "Okay, done."
   My clothes didn't seem that much larger on Ashley's small frame.  Since
I had physical education for only my first two years of high school, my
sister had a few extra years to mature into them.  I couldn't tell how snug
the shorts were because she was sitting down, although I could see the
shirt hanging loose over her chest.  It was barely long enough to hide her
panties had she not worn the shorts.
   "Brian, if it's okay, can I sleep now?  I know it's only nine-"
   "Go ahead, Sis.  It's fine.  I'll try to be quiet."
   "Thanks.  I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night.  The only thing I
could think about was how'd you react this morning." My sister cuddled up
with my blanket.  There were a few white spots on it, but she didn't seem
to care nor notice.  "I don't think I'll have any problems sleeping
tonight."
   From my chair, I watched Ashley close her eyes and enter a peaceful
state of bliss.  Not another sound came from my bed.  I sat there for who
knows how long before being overtaken by drowsiness.  Turning off the
computer monitor and lamp, I crawled beneath my blanket.  Ashley was
courteous enough to sleep on one of half of the mattress, but I didn't want
to end the night with any space between us.  Scooting closer to her until
our faces lay inches apart, I faintly smelled my scent from her mouth.
   The past twenty-four hours had been one hell of a ride and I wondered
what the following day would bring me.  Ashley has been--and always would
be--a big part of my life.  Till then, all I had were games and grades. 
I've had a crush on my sister since we were young teens and I thought my
obsession would be nothing more than a what-if.  Now that what-if has
become a will-be.  The possibilities were endless and I couldn't wait.
   I soon joined Ashley in dreamland with a serene smile across my face.
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